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applesap-fics · 2 years ago

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FABril day 4 - Chores, part four

1, 2, 3, 4

T, 1859 words, Bruno/Agustín, Bruno & Mirabel.

Mirabel starts living with Bruno for a little while. She’s curious about why he left. Then she finds out a little more.

After Bruno sends his second letter that week, he feels like a tower crumbling.

The evening he tells Mirabel about the letters, he rummages through the messy archive in his drawer, exposing himself to lines he has never consciously written but which, reading them now, slice his heart like paper cuts. They’re really embarrassing. He can’t believe Mirabel read some of these. Little thoughts that go nowhere. Jokes that don’t make sense without context. And, in most cases, they are conversations Bruno would never have with the real Agustín. All of his fantasies, everything he couldn’t say in over ten years laid bare on white paper, and all Bruno can do is bleed over them.

The apartment fills up with unwanted thoughts of Agustín. He finds it becomes hard to listen to boleros because a lot of them are exactly Tino’s style. Doing chores with Mirabel reminds him of the time the guys and him used to keep Casita in tip-top shape together. When Mirabel practices playing the accordion — which she’s learned to play from her dad — she uses sheet music that he wrote down. Sitting chairs feel empty without having Agustín opposite him.

He keeps these feelings at bay by writing, hoping Tino will write back and it’ll be like before, and Bruno has an excuse to send more letters.

When he doesn’t write, he daydreams.

“So,” Mirabel says as she steps outside onto the balcony with him. “Papá was the prince.”

Bruno once planted ivy on the balcony, and it’d taken over the entire railing before Mirabel cut it into better shape. Now it hangs modestly and exposes the iron curvature of the art deco design. Bruno is leaning over the railing to smoke, arms lost in green. It’s not a habit he actively pursues, but sometimes his anxiety asks for it. And with Mirabel in the house throwing his life upside down, he requires little pockets of quiet.

“Oh, yeah. There’s no one like him.” He catches himself — that sounds too dreamy. He adds a sheepish, “Sorry, TMI.”

“No, that’s fine. I asked.”

Bruno puts his hand over his mouth to hold the cigarette in place, making him feel like the cool uncle. He turns to face Mirabel, his eyes perpetually tired. He lives on the fifth story, a little higher than the funny tower that was his bedroom in Casita. There he did the exact same thing: letting smoke drift out of his mouth as he contemplated heights and dramatics.

“You know,” he says, letting out a puff of smoke. “I fell alllll the way down once.” He gestures down where cars make noise and men with hats and ladies in coats dot the street. He’s always loved the view from above, distant and observing. “But your dad was there to catch me on his white mustang. I wouldn’t be alive without him.”

Mirabel shakes her head, smiling at his story. He chortles, and adds, “I wonder if he still has that thing…”

“Tío…” Mirabel says quietly. “Is it going to be difficult for you? With Papá there, I mean.”

He waves that off easily. “Nah. We all lived together, remember? I got used to it. It was kinda fun, actually. Hanging around all the time. Besides, it’s not all romance. It can’t be all romance. He’s my friend first. What you’re thinking about, those are just thoughts I have sometimes. Can’t help it! It’s nothing we need to break our brains over, because I’ve already accepted it.”

“If you say so…” She doesn’t look convinced.

“Hey.” He bumps her shoulder. “My life’s not so tragic. You know I like the telenovelas where not everyone ends up getting what they want. It makes us appreciate what we do have. Eeehhh, maybe I’ll pine a little…heh-heh. But it’ll be fine.” He shrugs.

Mirabel slides her hand under his arm and presses her shoulder against him. The touch grounds him, pulls him down from where he stands, high up and away.

Hey Nito,

It’s so nice to talk to you again. Just you and me like we used to, right?

I’ll say what’s been on my mind for a while: I was surprised to hear from Mirabel that you use a cane. Though, she made it sound like you use it as a prop to tell funny anecdotes with, which is very like you. I’m glad you’re still the same old Bruno out there. You never change, do you? I wish you had told us about your bad back. Or at least Julieta. Were you hosp I’m glad you’re doing okay. You’re never a burden. Like you always said to me: Tell me everything!

From what I hear from our Antonio, Camilo has been telling scary stories about you. I’m so sorry for that. I didn’t think he remembered you well enough to give an accurate description of you, but I guess that is still true since he’s let his little brother turn you into a magician. (speaking of, do you still have that robe?) Alma keeps your photograph in her room. I assumed Toñito must’ve drawn you from that, though Pepa’s pictures in her closet are just as likely. Whichever his little hands reach better, haha. I’ll pass your compliment on to both of them. I’m sure Camilo will appreciate hearing from you just as much. (He can’t stop asking questions about your job. I’ve compiled you a list.)

Don’t worry about my visit. I’ll be out of your hair very quickly if you want, although I’d really like to catch up with you. Since the city is Mirabel’s dance court now, it’d be nice to get a tour. I’m curious about what she’s been up to. And you too, for that matter.

So: tell me everything!

Love, your friend, Agustín

Responses, one after the other, flit through post offices.

It’s about two weeks later when Julieta rings Mirabel up for their bi-weekly calls, which is why Bruno doesn’t expect his niece to wave him over at the end of the conversation and hand him the phone.

He curls the handle against his ear. “Hi, Juli?”

“Bruno, hi. How are you doing?”

“Good,” he says warily, but happy to hear her voice. “I’m doing good.”

“That’s good,” Julieta echoes. Then she hesitates for a moment. “So… Agustín has been getting letters from you again.”

Bruno’s heart begins to drum steadily in his chest.

It’s not like their correspondence is a secret. Agustín’s secrets aren’t easily kept from his wife anyway, and they would not have planned for his visit had the family not known. But Julieta’s voice is tinged with suspicion, making Bruno feel light in his head and his chest constrict like he’s been caught doing something bad.

He stays dead silent on the line.

“They’re very sweet,” Julieta continues. “They remind me a little of the letters you used to send him.”

Before she noticed just how much Agustín meant to him too. Before he’d quietly let go of his feelings in favor of Julieta’s happiness, which is never much of a sacrifice.

“You know,” she says softly when he doesn’t answer. “I never disliked or resented you for liking him too.”

“But it’s not right,” he knows. He’s supposed to have let go.

“It’s not right to indulge. But you’re not…” You’re not acting on your feelings. At least, not in the way I notice. “You can’t help it.”

“No.” His finger plays with the coil of the phone cord. “I’ll stop, if you want.”

“Ay, I shouldn’t have brought it up. What I mean is, I think Agustín appreciates them.”

That makes it worse. Does she not see how that makes it worse?

He presses his forehead against his palm and unintentionally sighs too loud into the receiver. It’s an upsetting enough sound that she changes the subject. “Mirabel is doing great, I hear?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s fantastic.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad she’s having fun with you. I love you, Bruno. I think you’re doing a great job. I should’ve trusted you from the start.”

“Hey, thanks. But don’t get it twisted, okay? You were the one begging me, heh-heh.”

“I guess that’s true,” she says with an audible smile. “But I could’ve tried harder to convince you how great of an uncle you are. Thank god we have Tino–” She thinks better of it. “Ah. I should go.”

“Okay. Alright.”

“Take care, Bruno. Talk to you soon.”

“Juli–” he intercepts before she can hang up. “Could you… Could you not read the letters? They’re for Tino only.”

“Oh, I don’t read them. I only ask about them.”

“Yeah, could you– could you not ask him about them either?”

It’s quiet on the other line for a long time. Bruno thinks he’s confused or offended her. Then he hears a muffled sound. A scratch, like breathing in through a full nose, distorted by digital noise, and he realizes she’s crying.

There’s a high pitched, “Oh.”

Bruno’s heart constricts around the sound of her.

“Juli?” he tries. “Juli, why are you sad?”

There’s another sob.

Bruno has always found it difficult to be sad if he has nobody to share his hurt with. Their mother is like that, though often shows it through anger and discipline rather than sadness. Pepa is like a storm in every emotion, evidently hurt. But Julieta, who rarely cries out in the open, turns small.

“Because I miss you,” she manages to say.

“I miss you too,” he answers quickly. “I’m sorry. I’ll send you letters too, okay? Mirabel said: start small if you feel overwhelmed. So I didn’t think to– I’m sorry for only–”

She laughs wetly. “Nito, it’s okay.”

“I have enough letters,” he promises. “Mountains of them. I have enough to tell. Hell, I’ll even write Mamá.”

“Oh, she’ll do it first.”

Bruno’s ears perk up. “What?”

“Mirabel sent her a letter. You should’ve seen her — I think she broke something in Mamá. Expect something in the post at the end of the week. She’s still workshopping it.” Another sniffle, a wipe of her nose as she composes herself.

“What?” he says again, anxiously. He knows Mirabel followed in his footsteps and started writing home. (“This is so retro,” she’d said.) But he’s unable to believe anything can affect their mother in so much that she’ll write, call, or in any way be the first to initiate a conversation with Bruno. Not after the fight they’d had ten years ago. Although… No. Knowing Mirabel like he does now, of course she’s made that happen. Of course she’s going to make him talk to his mother.

He shakes his head in disbelief, although he can’t make ten years of shame and cowardice slide off of him that easily. “Okay. Okay, yeah. Then I’ll write one too. And send you guys even more.”

They make heartfelt promises and hang up with thick and pathetic goodbyes.

When he turns around, Mirabel watches him curiously, tears shooting in her eyes as she’s no doubt been eavesdropping on him. He glares at her and mumbles without ire, “Oh, you know what you did.”

#encanto #bruno madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #fabshipping #encanto fanfics #fabril #yes im still doing fabril LOL #I MADE A MISTAKE IA DDED A STRIKETHROUGH

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husbandhoshi · 2 years ago

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jeonghan + 2am + cute🥰

[2:00]

“i don’t think this is a good idea.”

the night that blankets hwaseong is buttery and lush, moon hanging over the sleeping city like a ripe apple.

"have i ever had good ones?" jeonghan answers plainly, and he waits for your nose to scrunch up in annoyance before he smiles.

it's a habit, much like the way he matches your stride, the way it feels right to walk beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

it reminds you of when you were children, walking with pinkies linked through the wildflowers, except now he's at least two heads taller than you and a lot funnier.

"what if someone sees us together?”

jeonghan chuckles, deep and intimate, and takes his baseball cap off to plop it on top of your head, pushing the brim down to your eyes.

he has a big ass head now too, you think, but you keep that one to yourself.

"better?"

"you know that's not what i mean."

“who would say anything? we know everyone here.”

and that shuts you up because he’s right.

you wore the city like your second skin. borne into you, the laugh of the ahjumma who owned the jjampong place, the glitter of july-ripened strawberries, the titters of old folks feeding the gulls.

you never thought jeonghan would leave all that behind until the tuesday six whole years ago he said was going to seoul to become an idol.

“did you miss me?” he asks.

like crazy. like i’d never missed anything more, you want to say. instead you swallow down the lump of crazy chewed up words and think of something more normal to say.

it’s not like you hadn’t talked since he left.

have you eaten? he would text you. other times, like my last instagram post or you’re a fake fan.

only once: how big is the moon in hwaseong? are you looking at it too?

there was a time you couldn’t imagine hwaseong without your best friend. for a moment, it was like a ghost town, haunted by the boy who picked up bugs on the ground and always let you have the last bungeoppang, even if it was filled with red bean (his favorite).

but it seems he’s outgrown his shadow. he stands tall and expensive, and even the hat on your head seems like it costs more than your car.

and yet, you hear his old man groan claw its way out of his chest, and you feel as though nothing at all has changed.

“ya, are you actually ignoring me? did i fly a thousand something miles out here to get ignored?”

it’s another habit, what jeonghan does next, but you can swear the stars drop out of the sky—he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, made strong and lean by time.

it jerks you into a moment seven summers ago, when you’re you and jeonghan is just the gangly boy next door throwing rocks at your window, and you forget for a moment how woefully plain you feel next to your best friend turned celebrity.

“sorry,” you laugh, gathering your bearings. “of course i missed you. i even got weverse or whatever.”

he rolls his eyes in a way so dramatic, you would almost delete the app off your phone if it wasn’t for that smile, a traitor to the cool front he always has.

“i missed you too.” he says it easily, simply, as if all of this was just foreplay.

“it must be a lot quieter here than in seoul, huh? and the food is—”

“no, i missed you.”

he stops in his tracks, elvish features almost offensively attractive in the fluorescent streetlight, to look at you.

to look at all of you, not just the you who bandaged his knee when he was learning to skateboard for the first time, but the you who answers his anxious late-night calls, the you who greeted him at the airport with that dizzyingly warm smile, the you who stands before him now.

and it’s you who he takes into his arms, hesitantly, then all at once, as if he’s dreamed about this for ages (he has).

he takes off the too big hat, holds the face he knows so well in his hands, and kisses you under the hwaseong moon, finally not so far away.

(“you think the paparazzi got their pictures?” he jokes between kisses, knowing full well your audience consists of a raccoon and maybe the weird guy who owns the liquor store across the street.

“we can give ‘em another one.”

he’s never one to argue with a good idea.)

#sorry it kinda fell off the rails at the end #🫶#also sorry it’s LATE i went out to eat and then started watching this terrible show #ask #anon #mine #jeonghan #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan x reader

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vannahfanfics · 2 years ago

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Catching Crabs (And Feelings)

Word Count: 2750

Romance, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: Ochako and Katsuki go hunting for crabs on the beach the first night of their class' summer vacation. Turns out that they've already caught something else...

“Wow!” Ochako breathed in wonder as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and leaned over the white metal railing of the balcony, brown eyes gleaming as she gazed at the beach in the near distance. The full moon and the bright stars reflected on the indigo waves, making it seem like diamonds flickered in the depths; the frothing seafoam glowed in the soft white light, as did the dunes of pure white sand making up the slithering shoreline. The crashing of the water rang in Ochako’s ear, even several stories up on the condominium balcony. She closed her eyes and cupped her hands around her ears, savoring the gentle to and fro of the tide.

Class 3-A had decided to pool their funds (and milk their parents’ pockets a little) to scrounge up enough money to rent a beachside condominium for a week of their summer vacation. Of course, considering their hero-in-training status, several of the U.A. teachers had to chaperone, but they were giving the students their relative privacy and were staying in the flat next door. They’d spent most of the day driving in, shopping for beach essentials, and enjoying a meal at one of the local seafood restaurants. Many of them were buzzing to hit the beach, but the night had closed in before they’d had the chance.

Some of her classmates were debating going down to the pool as a substitute, but Ochako craved the squish of the toes in her sand and the deafening crash of the waves. She flitted back inside, leaving the glass sliding door open to allow the salt-kissed breeze to flow into the condo’s living room. She carefully picked her way across the collection of pallets and air mattresses strewn around the furniture (after all, they had to do their best to fit twenty-one students in a condo made for ten) to the collection of beach toys, inflatables, towels, and other odds and ends crammed in the entranceway.

“Hey, does anyone wanna go hunt crabs with me?” she declared while plucking up a bucket and a shovel. She spun on her feet, beaming excitedly and holding up the plastic tools. “It’ll be fun!”

“I dunno, Ochako, it’s kinda dark!” Tooru fretted from where she sat cross-legged on her air mattress, squirming. “I think I’ll just go to the pool… I want to show off my new swimsuit, anyway!” she gushed with a sidelong glance at Mashirao, who was leaning against the kitchen bar chatting happily with Koji and Rikido, who had all donned their swim trunks in preparation for hitting the pool.

Ochako puffed out her cheeks, annoyed that Tooru was abandoning her to flirt, and looked at the rest of the girls.

“Mina and I are prepping everyone’s beach bags for tomorrow!” Momo reported from the couch, where she and the pink-haired girl were folding up towels and putting them in cloth bags, along with sunscreen, plastic bags for their cellphones, snack bars, and other necessities.

“I’m going swimming too, ribbit,” Tsuyu croaked as she walked out from changing, sporting her cute frog-patterned two-piece.

“Denki and I are going across the street to the surf store to check out the tee-shirts,” Kyoka reported, lounging on a bar stool while sucking on a popsicle. “Sorry, Ochako,” she added when the girl’s face obviously revealed how crestfallen she was.

All of her friends were otherwise busy, and the boys were all getting fired up about a pool volleyball tournament, so it seemed she wouldn’t be hunting crabs tonight.

“Oh…” she murmured as her arms fell, the bucket swinging limply by her side. Each clack of the attached shovel against it made her heart clench sadly. “That’s okay!” she smiled, trying to cheer herself up. “We can always go another night. We’ll be here for a week, after all!” She knew that was true, but it didn’t really abate the disappointment much.

As she was miserably setting the bucket down, someone hit her on the top of the head with a plastic shovel.

“Oi, Cheeks,” Katsuki huffed when she looked up at him in shock. “What’s the deal, are none of us guys good enough for you? Didn’t bother to ask any of us.”

“O-oh!” she exclaimed, heat flushing into her face as embarrassment flooded through her body. “I-I’m sorry, you all seemed so pumped up about playing volleyball, so I thought all of you were going to the pool…” she explained meekly, straightening up and rubbing the back of her neck.

When she laughed nervously, Katsuki narrowed his eyes slightly. He then just nudged her with his bucket, pushing her towards the door.

“Come on. Let’s go, Cheeks,” he grunted, snatching up two flashlights and dumping them in his bucket while he continued to bump her down the hallway. Ochako could only sputter in confusion as he corralled her to the elevator. She clutched her bucket to her chest, staring down at the fancy tiled floor as her cheeks burned bright red. Her mind whirled in confusion, and she glanced at Katsuki out of her peripheral vision to see him standing there with his hands in his cargo shorts pockets and the bucket resting on his wrist, watching the numbers count down to the garage floor.

I’m so confused! I know that Katsuki would much rather be playing volleyball with all the guys, so… why is he so adamant to take me crab-hunting? she thought wildly. The pleasant ding of the elevator provided no answer.

She meekly followed him out, walking in silence across the condo’s parking garage and through the gates that led to the pool. A few young teens frolicked in the water, splashing each other and laughing as they played Marco Polo. Several college-aged students lounged in the hot tub, drinking from red plastic cups.

They marched across the concrete poolside to a set of wooden stairs that had a gate leading to the beach. Katsuki lifted the latch and allowed her to pass, then followed behind her. She felt her hair stand on edge as he loomed behind her, prompting her to scamper across the sand-strewn wooden boardwalk down into the sand.

“Here, Cheeks,” he said, joining her in the sand and handing her a flashlight.

She flipped it on, and the circle of white light puddled over the dunes, making the particles glow beautifully. Her flip-flops squeaked with each step as she sunk down into the thick sand, occasionally crunching on dried-up seaweed and discarded driftwood. She cast the beam of the flashlight around, and the light refracted on the crashing waves in the near distance.

As they came to the shoreline, the thick white sand gave way to water-saturated, grainy brown. Ochako could see tiny white crabs scuttling in the surf. Their little pinchers waved to and fro as they dodged the swirling white seafoam; a few of them didn’t scamper fast enough, and their wee round forms were swallowed up by the frothing water and carried back into the sea. Occasionally, they’d come trundling back, disgruntledly snapping their claws as water dripped from their carapaces.

Ochako skipped up to the edge of the water with a delighted squeal, sending a few of the crabs skittering away.

“Look, Katsuki! They’re so cute!”

“You can hardly see the little bastards,” he sniffed in disdain, leaning down with squinting eyes to inspect the crabs zig-zagging around the wet sand and leaving itty-bitty tracks in their wake. “Why do you wanna catch ‘em?”

“Because it’s fun!” she answered, detaching her shovel from her bucket. She set the bucket down away from the surf so it wouldn’t be carried away before stalking along the shoreline, creeping up on the oblivious crabs. She snuck up on one plucking at some wet green seaweed; with a shout, she dove down with the shovel and scooped it up. She grabbed it by a little leg, holding it up triumphantly to Katsuki.

“My parents are of poor means, but every year we still made a trip to the beach. After the sun went down, we would all hunt crabs together!” she explained, ignoring the way the crab squirmed in her fingers and snapped irritatedly.

She smiled nostalgically as she walked up to her bucket and gently dropped the crab in. It circled the bottom, tapping at the plastic sides, before relaxing to sit quietly and snap its little claws.

“None of us get to see our parents often these days… I guess being at the beach made me realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen them, so I really wanted to go.”

There was a period of silence, during which Ochako realized what she said. She snapped her hand to her reddening cheek, looking at him in embarrassment.

“So-sorry! That was weird, wasn’t it?”

“No,” he huffed, tilting his head as he looked away at the rolling waves. “I figured it was something like that, which is why I dragged your ass out here,” he admitted in a small voice, walking up next to her to drop her bucket in the sand. Through the beams of the flashlights, she could just barely catch his face turning pink as she gaped at him in shock. “Wh-what’s that face for, Cheeks?” he snapped, grabbing her chin and squishing her chubby cheeks.

“Nuh-nuting!” she squeaked through his grip. “I’m jusht shuprished…”

He released her face with a small grunt. Ochako rubbed it, the nerves still tingling from where he’d teasingly grabbed her.

“That’s really nice of you… I know you’d rather be with the guys.”

“Bah,” he huffed and turned around, shining his flashlight around to see the crabs scrambling about. “If I’d gone, I’d’ve spent the whole night thinkin’ about how sad you looked…”

Ochako inhaled quietly, the bubbly feeling of gratitude and awe rising up in her body. He did it because he didn’t want me to be sad…

Smiling sweetly, she skipped up beside him.

“You’re really sweet, you know?”

“D-don’t call me that!” he cried, jerking away from her and hiding his face with a hand. Though his fingers covered most of his face, she could still see his bright red blush peeking out through the gaps. “Let’s just hunt these stupid crabs for a while and then go back, okay?” He stiffly dove down to scoop up some unsuspecting crabs, then cursed as he tried to pick it up and it pinched his finger. “Ow! You little fucker!” he said, dropping it into the sand and sucking angrily on his cut fingertip.

Ochako laughed, retrieving the crab and holding it up by its back leg.

“Like this,” she said. He glared at the wriggling crab, flipping it off while he continued to suck on his injured finger.

Ochako laughed and carried the crab to her bucket, where it acquainted itself with the current occupant. As she turned back, a cold breeze rolled across the beach, making her shiver. Now that she looked at it, the water was a murky black, and the crashing of the waves seemed to echo unnaturally around them.

“What, Cheeks?” Katsuki asked, squatting down and unsuccessfully grabbing at another crab. He scowled as it jumped away from its fingers and sought safety in the frothing water.

She walked up to him, looking around with scrunched eyebrows.

“Well, it’s just… It’s kinda spooky.”

“Wait, you gettin’ cold feet?” he sneered as he straightened up. He put the flashlight under his chin, casting strange shadows over his face. “Oooooooooo, I’m a ghost,” he warbled while wagging the fingers of his other hand.

Ochako snickered and pushed him in the shoulder.

“Don’t make fun of me! It’s a little creepy out here!” she complained, stomping her feet in the wet sand. She wrapped her arms around herself as the breeze blew, shuddering with cold and a little bit of apprehension.

“Jeez. You’re such a girl,” he smiled with a roll of his eyes. She squeaked as he abruptly grabbed her hand, holding it tight. “Creepy sea ghosts or whatever, I won’t let anything happen to you. I am gonna be number one someday,” he grinned haughtily.

Ochako was too busy turning to mush to comment on his overwhelming self-confidence.

He’s… he’s holding my hand… She certainly did feel safer. His hand was so warm and surprisingly comforting despite the hard calluses on his palms from his explosion Quirk. His skin was soft, probably from the nitroglycerin. A shy smile found its way onto her lips, making her sheepishly curl in on herself.

“Thanks…”

“All right. Now let’s hunt some crabs,” Katsuki smirked, his red eyes glinting with clear affection.

True to his word, he held her hand, which made it a little awkward when she stooped down to pluck up the crabs. Still, it was fun, too; she’d tugged on him playfully, making him stumble, and he’d respond by yanking her around randomly while they were trawling the wet sand for more critters. Soon the crab hunt was abandoned and they were just playing tug-of-war with each other, spinning around and kicking up sand. They stumbled into the surf, the water splashing around their calves. They stood there in the water, panting slightly with their cheeks shining in exertion, staring into each other’s eyes as the moon bathed them in its beautiful white glow.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Katsuki. It means a lot,” she said after a minute. “You’re a good friend.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, making her wonder if perhaps she’d said something odd. Then, he inhaled sharply, fear flashing in his eyes like he was about to tumble into the depths.

“Do you really think I came out here with you because I wanna be a good friend?” His voice was soft and deadly serious, a combination that made goosebumps sweep over her arms and legs. She stared at him in confusion, heart thumping in her chest, as he stepped a little closer to her. “You know how I said I would think about how sad you looked all night?” He was still holding her hand, so he brought it up to his face; he held it between them for a moment, internally debating, before gently turning her hand so he could press a kiss to the smooth skin of her palm. “I can’t stand the sad look on your face, Ochako, because I’m stupidly in love with you. Dufus,” he spoke gently against her skin.

She pressed her lips into a thin line as a thousand feelings welled up in her at once. Her mouth continually opened and closed as her face tried to process the rapid succession of emotions she was trying to process, and what the hell she was supposed to say to that.

“I can’t believe you just confessed to me and insulted me in the same sentence,” she managed finally, her tone flat.

Katsuki just snorted, his mouth still pressed to her hand.

“Is it really that much of a surprise?”

“No,” she laughed, his calm demeanor and snark allowing her to finally recover from the shock. She smiled warmly, eyes gleaming as he continued to peer at her over the tops of their linked hands. His red eyes glinted like rubies, making her marvel for the first time how beautiful they really were. “I have to admit, it’s surprisingly effective, too,” she said cheekily, biting down on the tip of her tongue as she raised her eyebrows suggestively at him.

“Oh? Look at you, trying to flirt,” he chuckled, finally pulling his lips away from her hand to smirk at her. “Cute.” He used his free hand to swipe a finger down the bridge of her nose, smirk widening. “As much as I would like to stare at your round chubby cheeks all night, it’s cold as hell out here.” Now that he mentioned it, the temperature had dropped considerably as the sea breeze began to roll in. “Whadaya say we set the crabs free and get goin’, huh?”

They tossed their collection of crabs into the waves, where they sunk to the sandy bottom and went about their crabby business. Hand-in-hand, they walked slowly back up towards the condominium, Katsuki swinging their arms in between them. Ochako had already been excited about their summer beach getaway, but now she was very curious as to what the rest of the week would hold. She knew one thing for sure—her new boyfriend was going to make sure that she would be as happy as she could be!

#kacchako #bakuraka #bakugo x uraraka #bakugou x uraraka #uraraka x bakugo #uraraka x bakugou #ochako uraraka #uraraka ochako #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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realcube · 4 years ago

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moan in their ear prank

characters ♡ tsukishima, tendō, iwaizumi, kenma & suna

content warning ♡ cursing, kinda crack in iwa’s, suggested punishment, sexual references, fem!reader & nsfw themes - minors dni

kei tsukishima

♡ you meant for it to be a harmless prank but everything you do to him while he is trying to study ends up as harmful towards yourself-

♡ you just had to sneak behind his desk and chair to grab your backpack which was lying on the other side so in the process, you casually leaned in to his ear and produced the most hushed, pornographic moan that you could

♡ his eyes widened as he turned to look at you with an expression which was filled with a mix of disgust, shock and horny. which resembled the look he pulled when you asked him what a Iguanodon is

♡ it took a moment for him to lubricate his dry throat and process what you just did, but once he thought of a suitable response, he blurted out, ‘what the fuck was that?’

♡ a sly smirk graced your features, you didn’t even spare him a glance as you dipped down to grab your backpack and pull it over your shoulders, ‘nothing.’

♡ once you finally laid eyes on him, you couldn’t help but snort at his stunned look which you rarely got to see as most of the time, it’s extremely hard to catch him off-guard, ‘anyway, i should probably get going. see ya lat--’

♡ though, you couldn’t even turn around before tsukishima grabbed your wrist be glad he was sitting down or else it would’ve been your throat- , ‘you’re not going anywhere.’ then he proceeded to pull you onto his lap

♡ you giggled at how uncharacteristically bold he was being before placing a kiss on his cheek, ‘that was hot, i’ll admit. but i really need to get going - i’m in a bit of a rush.’

♡ his seductive smirk fell into a frown and he was quick to drop his bedroom persona, ‘fine, then. go be a whore somewhere else.’ he said, abruptly pushing you off his lap and focussing his attention back on his work

♡ you gasp, luckily finding your balance after he pushed you then making your way to the door, lingering there for a moment just so you could peer over your shoulder and hum, ‘alright. but you know i’ll always be your whore, kei.’

♡ tsukishima exhaled sharply through his nose, adjusting his glasses as the corner of his lip pulled into a small smile, ‘unfortunately for me, yes.’

♡ a few moments passed and you must’ve been admiring his effortless beauty for a bit too long as he suddenly turned to you and snapped, ‘i thought you were in a rush? why are you just standing there?! it’s freaking me out- or are you gonna moan for me again?’ he chuckled at his own teasing but when he saw that you were giving him love-dovey eyes again, a light blush tinted his face as he waved his hand for you to go away, ‘whatever, just get lost. goodbye, i love you & all that stuff.’

satori tendō

♡ he was sitting on the couch playing a game on his phone or sumn and nothing interesting had been happening lately so you took it upon yourself to make something interesting happen

♡ you approached the couch and plopped down next to him, your mouth hovering over his ear for a few moments - your hot breath tickling his skin - before you moaned in the most erotic way possible

♡ he physically perked up then twisted his neck to look at you with an amused smirk, ‘someone’s horny.’ he commented, his attention quickly returning to his game

♡ you were excited to see his reaction but that was so underwhelming-

♡ your bottom lip jutted out to form a pout as you poked his cheek, ‘yes! aren’t ya gonna do something about it? i always help you when you’re horny!’

♡ ‘i’d love to help you out, princess. but i’m on the 48th level of candy crush. priorities.’

♡ you blinked rapidly, your gaze flickering between the phone screen and your clown of a boyfriend, ‘you know there is like..over eight thousand levels, right?’

♡ he side-eyed you with his eyebrow raised as if to say ‘fr?’ and you simply nodded in response

♡ the app was soon deleted, ‘fuck that.’

♡ he tossed his phone aside and sighed as he stared into the void since he thought that his entertainment for the next few hours had been lost

♡ but being the caring girlfriend you are, you were quick to swoop in and tilt his chin up to meet your longing gaze, ‘no, fuck me, satori.’

♡ and he did so gladly

hajime iwaizumi

♡ you did it to him when you saw him just lookin scrumptious asf while he making was pasta for dinner

♡ you slipped your arms around his waist and nuzzled your face into the back of his neck like you usually do when he cooks

♡ but this time, you hopped onto your tip-toes, lightly thrusted against his back and moaned quietly in his ear

♡ to your surprise, instead of getting flustered or mad, he just laughed

♡ though, it wasn’t one of his cute, toothy-grin chortles; but rather an intimidating string of low chuckles - as if he was mocking you

♡ which he was

♡ you raised a brow, peering over his shoulder to see if he was perhaps amused by something else but unfortunately for you, he was ready to meet your gaze with a deadly glare

♡ so yeah..you were railed on the spot <3

♡ you may be wondering what happened to your pasta but dw bc he rearranged your guts while adding oregano to that shit-

♡ multi-tasking king ✨👑

♡ like you were bent over the counter, face pressed against the cold marble and you stared directly at the fire of the stove beside you which tickled your face with a warm sensation as iwaizumi filled you up with an even warmer sensation

♡ one of his hands massaging your waist while the other was stirring the pot

kenma kuzome

♡ your first mistake was doing it to him while he was streaming

♡ his camera was broken but the show must go on so it was just his voice + minecraft gameplay + you but the fans don’t need to know that

♡ since his camera was off, kenma allowed you to sit on his lap as he played but under two conditions: you will not talk or make any noises and you can’t interfere with his game

♡ a small price to pay for some kenma snuggles :3 so ofc you obeyed

♡ well, for the first hour or so, at least

♡ after a while, it got boring just watching him play so you brought out your switch and started playing for yourself but even that became boring quickly too

♡ then the idea hit you

♡ you were straddling him hence his ear was already by your lips, so it’s not like you’d have to move from your position

♡ plus, his mouth was very close to the mic so if you were quiet enough, the viewers probably wouldn’t hear a thing

♡ though, you didn’t do too much reasoning, you kinda just acted on urge when you leaned in, pressed your lips together and hummed a faint moan

♡ his eyes widened and he visibly froze - if he had cat ears, they’d jolt upwards

♡ his gaze immediately landed on the chat to ensure that nobody was going to mention it but his sudden silence probably made it more obvious that something happened

♡ the chat wasn’t flooded with inquiries but there were a few questions as to why he paused and if he was alright; so fortunately for your ass, it appeared as though nobody had heard a thing

♡ kenma hesitantly continued mining, explaining through gritted teeth, ‘oh, sorry, guys. my cat-’ he paused to pull his head back to shoot you a deadly glare accompanied by a snarl, ‘won’t shut the fuck up. shoo, kitty, we can cuddle later.’

♡ he waved his hand and you buggered off before you got caught cackling at the fact he called you ‘kitty’

♡ his chat genuinely believed him and he got a few donations solely bc they found out he’s a cat person

♡ so yeah, if anything you did him a favour but that didn’t stop him from fucking you into next week as soon as the stream ended

rintarō suna

♡ any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fu

♡ you’re just sitting on his lap, cuddling - as y’all do - when the idea occurs to you

♡ but a mistake you made was that you carried out this prank with no intention to actually do the dirty- you just wanted to see his reaction

♡ he thought you were just craning your neck out to place a kiss on his cheek but when he hears your melodious moan ring through his head, he turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised

♡ ‘that’s no way to ask for my dick. try again, but nicely this time .’ he snickered, lightly patting your head, clearly amused by your little pout

♡ honestly, he has such a soft spot for you - like you just existing near him makes him feel all warm inside 💕

♡ furrowing your brows, you whined, ‘i don’t want your cock, anyway. it was just a joke to see ho--’

♡ ‘you’re so horny for me, it’s kinda embarrassing.’

♡ his cocky smirk was simply met by your blank stare

♡ there was a long while of silence between the two of you; which you spent wondering why you were even with him while he was entranced by the thought of your pretty face with his dick half-way down your throat <33

♡ until eventually he broke by whipping off his shirt, lassoed it around your neck and pulled you in so your lips crashed against his, ‘you sure?’

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wdwmarveldisney · 4 years ago

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Can I bother u for a part 2 to void stiles and stiles mate haha

In His Head

Void/Stiles x werewolf!reader

Summary: When the pack caught you and tied you up with Void in the McCall living room, you weren't surprised. Fed up? Yeah. Scared? Absolutely. But not surprised.

Masterlist

A/N: I’m so so so sorry for how long this took. I’m kinda didn’t plan this and just wrote it so I’m not sure if the ending is really that great but I kinda like it.

Part one is here.

GIF isn’t mine

You huffed quietly to yourself. This could not be happening, how could this be happening? Your mate was the bad guy, of course he was the bad guy. Nothing ever went right in your life, did it? You just had to have the soulmate that loved to create chaos and fear and literally feed on it. It did not make for good dates, let me tell you. Going out and destroying the lives of Stiles' friends wasn't exactly an ideal first date. Actually it wasn't even an ideal hang out by any means, more of a thing for two psychotic friends or something. And yet you were caught tagging along because Void was supposedly your mate and you were destined for each other.

So when the pack caught you and tied you up with Void in the McCall living room, you weren't surprised. Fed up? Yeah. Scared? Absolutely. But not surprised. He had caused a lot of trouble for them and he had got you to as well. Not necessarily intentionally on your part. See, when you were a part of a pack, the alpha wasn't exactly all for control. She had this deluded idea that the pack should be wild and raging, making you all more dangerous then any other pack. So instead of teaching you control, she threw you off the rails. It's how you almost killed your dad, it's why everyone you meet becomes terrified of you and it's why Void loves having you around. Every time there's a fight, he knows exactly how to pull the strings so you shift. You can always feel the ropes get just that bit tighter as you slowly become more of a puppet to him, your mate.

They'd found you next to him, a cut from your shoulder to your diaphragm and completely unconscious. He'd told you the plan to be taken to them and then sliced you saying that it would only be helping. He was so insane and you could feel yourself slowly breaking down every second with him. You didn't get much choice and so it happened and now you're here, with them. They'd given him kanima venom and put duck tape over his mouth whilst they only had to do the former to you. You weren't talking, just numbly staring off as the guilt and pain and regret swallowed you whole. Melissa was working on patching the two of you up, going to start with you until you flinched at her touch and she decided it'd be best to start with Void.

Tears streamed down Void's cheeks but you knew better then to believe that he was Stiles again. You could tell, you'd already memorised everything about Void and you could tell he was putting on a show, at least you knew your mate. Unlike him, despite your hesitation to the fact, you'd began to treat him how you should. You knew his mannerisms and took the time to memorise scent and emotions for him. You could tell in a heartbeat that he wasn't Stiles again; Melissa, however, couldn't.

"Stiles?" She tore away the tape quickly at his frantic nod as you just shook your head lightly. It went completely unnoticed by the mother as she seemed to fuss over the boy, who's heartbroken expression slowly morphed to a smug smirk, "Really, Melissa? I shed one tear? That's all it takes?" Her face fell to a more frustrated and raged look as he hollowly laughed, "Come on- you can't crumble that easily. How are you going to hold up when Scott knows the truth?" You glance between the two, managing to suppress your curiosity as they spoke. But naturally, your eyebrows scrunched together and your head tilted to the side. Void glanced at you for a second before turning back to Melissa, making you just that bit more confused. But the nurse didn't care about that, more about what the nogistune had said, "What?"

"When he finds out why his dad really left? You know he overheard it, right?" The smirk only grew at her clueless expression whilst you just bit your lip and tried to concentrate on anything else. This wasn't your business. "You had no idea. You called Stilinski right after it happened. You didn't tell Scott, but you told the the Sheriff! But Stiles heard it, like he hears everything. But, you want to know why he never told Scott? Because he knew that Scott would never forgive you. He knew how much he would hate you," he spat and you sharply glared at him. That didn't sound right to you but you guessed Void knew Stiles better than you did. "This isn't you, Stiles," Melissa argued as her eyes flickered over to you for a second, noticing how uncomfortable you seemed to be sitting next to him. How unsure and hesitant you were. But Void didn't care. All he cared about was getting under her skin, "It is now," you held back a snort of amusement when the tape was put back over his mouth.

It was a little while longer of the two of you in silence and every time he looked at you, you could feel the shivers run down your spine. Another wolf walked in, making you more alert since his scent seemingly familiar to you. Void's chuckle was muffled but still rang in your ears as you stared at the guy. Once the situation was explained to him, he walked over and inspected Void, one little glance to you before so though. He laughed, tilting his head side to side as he stared down the smirking spirit, "He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf," you watched Scott's face fall as did the rest, all of them watching the scene play out before them. Scott's disappointed voice made you look down, "You don't think it would work?"

What you would give for it to work. But you couldn't because Void was your mate and as much as that fucking sucks, you knew it was something you'd have to live with. But you guessed what would suck more is no mate and no matter how sadistic and horrible he is, you didn't want to be alone again. You always ended up alone. You probably deserved this anyways. It was like you deserved everything came your way, like the bite. If you weren't stupid enough to sneak out to pretend for an evening that your parents weren't the most pressuring and uncaring people known to man, you wouldn't have been in the alpha's path as the perfect release and new soldier. If you weren't stupid enough to trust your alpha, you wouldn't have been torn apart again and again, mentally and physically. If you weren't stupid enough to avoid getting help with your control and simply pushing down your feelings once more, you wouldn't of wolfed out on your dad and shove him through a window when he told you how disappointed they were that your grades were slipping. If you weren't stupid enough to simply give up when your parents dumped you at Eichen filled with guilt for your actions, you wouldn't have spent days in dark rooms or screaming in absolute agony at the feeling of the secret experiments they continued to run. And if you weren't stupid enough to have given into the idea of having someone who cared about you, you wouldn't have told Void all of this and given the perfect ways to manipulate.

But you were stupid enough to tell him and then you saw that smirk on his lips every time he uttered a word about any kind of pain you had suffered. You didn't understand how you had done anything that could equate to this kind of punishment. The fact that you just wanted to scream and shout and sob and just let everything, let every bit of pain free was enough for you to realise just how fucked up your life was. But as you tell yourself again and again, more and more meaning behind it every time, you probably deserved it.

"This is more a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle," Eyes wide, you realised where he was going with this and you could feel the venom wearing off as you began to struggle to break free and that made the new wolf quirk a brow. Everyone seemed confused except you, the wolf and Void, the latter of which was smirking in your direction, given your reaction. "What kind of methods?" Deaton asked and the wolf looked away from you with a cocky smile as you carried on but your strength wasn't back just yet. "We're going to get into his head," an almost inaudible growl left your lips at that as your eyes flashed your werewolf colour and Void threw his head back laughing.

Scott and Peter could smell the fear, the pain and the paralysing anxiety mix with the regret and shame that was there from before. Neither understood what was happening but Peter could clearly tell one thing. Stiles was important to you, there was no other reason why you would have stuck around. So he knew, despite whatever you felt against it, you had to go too. Peter stared you down for a second or two as you fought and Scott had to go over and physically hold you down as Deaton gave you a drop more of kanima venom. As they did so, Peter dragged Lydia to the side, talking in hushed whispers. That is until Deaton called over to them, "So, do we have a plan?"

Peter glanced between all of you, shrugging as he walked over whilst looking completely unbothered, "Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil-Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real-Stiles. Then, guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But, he's not going to do it alone," you could feel his eyes on you without having to look. Shivers ran across your skin as you wished you could frantically shake your head to just try and convey how bad of an idea it is. "What do you mean?" You could feel the sick rising as Peter sent a small forced smile to Scott, head almost rolling as it fell to the side to stare at you again, everyone getting the idea, "Somebody needs to go in with you," you growled again though much louder as you eyes flashed their supernatural colour and your claws began to grow. Void was staring at you, probably feeding off the pain and fear you felt consume you in that moment.

Scott, though hesitantly, took a step behind you and got his claws out. He didn't feel so good doing this to you despite what you had done to them but Peter had his look in his eyes that meant it was essential, no questions asked. "So, what do we do if we find him?" Everyone tried their best to ignored the growl that sounded slightly like a whimper, like an animal in pain. "You're going to have to guide him out somehow. Try to give him back control of his mind, his body," Lydia quirked a brow, arms crossing over her chest as a sarcastic smile lit up her features, "Could you elaborate on the 'somehow?' It's not feeling very specific at the moment," Peter shrugged as he stood in front of you and stared down at your terrified state. What the hell was up with you? You were trembling, the small whimpers filling the room. Ignoring the fear, Peter looked round at everyone else before suggesting, "Improvise?" Scott huffed, hands leaning against the sofa as he tried to tune out you. It was killing him, he could hear the panic attack was in full force and he knew he had to calm you first. So he reached into a drawer behind him and pulled out an old inhaler, remembering when it helped him. He held it out to you, somehow it being able to calm you as you took the deep necessary breaths whilst incoherent mumbles left your lips.

Once you'd calmed, to everyone's relief save Void, Scott spoke up again, "What if this is just another trick?" Peter huffed, hand running down his face. He looked to Scott with an almost exhausted expression, "When are you people going to start trusting me?" There was an awkward pause as Scott looked round at everyone else before he faced Peter again, a nervous look in his eyes, "I meant him," Void gave a smirk to Peter at the mention of him before his head lolled to the side to stare at you again. The Hale wolf's lips formed a small 'o' shape before he gave a nod. Deaton stood, interrupting the three as he looked to the young alpha with a worried look etched into his features, "Scott, we're running out of time," You, now taking deep breaths and seemingly more calm, glanced over to Scott to see him nod and nervously look to you. A huff fell from your lips as you screwed your eyes shut, tensing slightly.

A light breeze chilled you, bones feeling like they were coated in ice as you struggled to even think about moving them. Struggling, you realised that restraints held you down and you felt the panic bubble away from the fact it was clearly the five point restraint system and you were obviously in an Eichen room. Scott lay in the bed across the room, struggling like you were and after a couple of seconds of silence from you, he decided to look your way only to see you take a few deep breaths whilst staring at the restraints. Before he can try comfort you, he watches you completely rip the restraints around your wrist from where they were bolted to the bed. As you rubbed at your wrists, you looked over to a shocked Scott and gave him a shrug. When he just continued to stay there, completely dazed, you scoffed and grabbed his attention once more, "Do you actually need me to remind you that you're a werewolf?" He spluttered for an answer as your left leg swung down and you began to work on freeing your right. "We're in Stiles' head-"

"And you're a supernatural creature with supernatural strength! Break free!" Your look reminded him of when he got told off by his mum after he did something stupid with Stiles, a scold that had a hint of confusion of how he could that stupid. With that, he gave a small shrug and lifted his arms to tear them from the leather bounds and he quickly reached to free his legs as you swung yours back an forth, now sitting at the end of the bed and waiting. "What now?" Your head snapped round to face him and when you saw he was standing, you stood too. Looking round, your eyes finally met Scott's as you gave a small grimace that you had intended to be a smile, "I don't know. This is my first time in someone else's head," He ignored the way the comment seemed to mean that you had actually been in your head this way and instead moved to the door. Hesitating slightly, he sent you a quick look over his shoulder, "Just stay behind me," You gave a quick nod, letting him know you were intending to do that anyway. With a little sigh, he finally opened the door and took a few steps with you following. But before you could make it out, the door had slammed shut. You rushed over and pulled helplessly at the handle, screaming at the top of your lungs, "Scott? Scott!"

"Come on, what are you doing?" Everything in you freezes at the voice and you slowly turn to face the boy laying in the bed with a dopey smile on his face. It wasn't a room you recognised and you ran a hand over your head and tried to figure out where you were. But then suddenly it clicked, you were in his room and you were staying the night and you were- well you're not exactly sure what you were just doing. A small, embarrassed and breathy laugh leaves you as you rubbed the back of your neck, "Um, I don't know," He gave a laugh too, arms moving as he made grabby hands to you, making you grin with his soft mumbled, "C'mere," You practically run over, collapsing into his arms and he placed a kiss to your forehead then another to your lips. He pulled you so impossibly close and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and a content sigh left you. "Love ya bubs," He mumbled again and a slight giggle involuntarily slipped past your lips at the feeling of his breath tickle your skin. So, as to not give him the advantage, You turn so your elbows are either side of his head and your staring down at him. There's a silence, a few beats of eye contact and love sick smiles, before you frowned. This wasn't right.

"Stiles?" He hummed, hand reaching up and wipe something away from your cheek. Jumping up, you stumbled back and shook your head at his confused expression. "Are you okay?" Stiles stood up too and you hit into the wall. Hands raising to cover your ears and eyes shutting tightly, you repeatedly mumbled "No," trying your hardest to block it out. This wasn't right, this wasn't right, this wasn't real. Your mate was Void, Void, not Stiles. It's what made sense and you, and you were here to save Stiles. Yeah, you were with Scott and you were in Stiles' head. Two hands pried yours hands your ears and the heavy breathing was the first thing to hit you and then the fact the hands were wrapped in bandages. Slowly opening your eyes, you were met with the nogistune and you could feel yourself lose your breath. He was going to kill you. Oh god, you were going to die, you were going to die. From somewhere, an echoed, "Concentrate!" filled the air. Tearing your wrists from his grip, you feel the adrenaline kick in and you bolting to the door, tripping slightly on your way. Hearing him following, you scramble at the door and slam it behind you. Carefully turning around, you scanned the room you were in now. Completely white and spotless, silent and eerie with a hint of disaster hanging in the air. Helplessly running towards what looked like the middle of the room, you spot Scott and pick up the pace. You send a shaky smile to the boy, you notice something in the corner of your eye and spin round to check it out.

There he was. There they both were. Sitting in the centre of some old tree stump and playing some game you couldn't make out was Stiles and the nogistune. Sharing a look with Scott, you both begin to run towards them, screaming for him at the top of your lungs, "Stiles!" It was room was extending, Stiles moving further away with every step. When you realised, you halted and reached out for Scott's arm to stop him too. Standing there for a second or two, you had your bottom lip between your teeth until something came to you. "Stiles is part of your pack," Scott looked to you, clearly befuddled by your sudden burst. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he questioned, "What? What do you mean?" You looked up to him, pausing as you thought over how to phrase it. With a click of your tongue, you tilted your head and let your eyebrows scrunch together, "He's human but he's still part of your pack, right?" Scott was silent for a couple of moments, frozen in shock and confusion. Then he blinked and everything seemed to function again as he managed a rather rushed, "Yeah. Yeah, of course!"

You thought he would get your point by now but, clearly, he needed a little more to go off. Your arms crossed over your chest and you leaned forward the slightest bit, "So, how do wolves signal their location to the rest of the pack?" He frowned as you stood silent and prayed to god he knew what you meant. What true alpha doesn't know things like this? Realisations lit up his face, words falling from his lips in a quiet mumble, "They howl," you gave a nod to the nervous boy and watched him shift his weight yet again and fiddle with his fingers before he took a deep breath and stood like he was prepping to fight. Then his eyes became their scarlet shade and he roared so loud the place shook. You saw Stiles pause in his movements before he slowly looked towards you two and when he saw you, his jaw dropped. You gave an awkward half wave, glancing between him and Scott who was watching with a raised eyebrow. Stiles turned back to the nogistune and swiped his arm across the board and scattering the pieces around the tree stump and white tiles.

Awaking with a gasp, you were shocked to see Lydia there in front of you and wiping at the blood on under your nose as Melissa went to check Scott. Peter and Deaton stood off to the side, the vet looking like he was going to check on Void whilst Peter just seemed impatient. When Lydia realised you had tensed under her touch, she pulled her hands back but she didn't move from her place crouched before you and Scott held his mother's hand tightly as he quickly pushed it away as he rounded the sofa, "Did it work? Did it work?" Everyone looked to an unconscious Void and you felt your heart drop. What were you thinking? Of course it didn't work. And why you were so desperately trying to rid yourself of the one person that was meant to mean everything? But still, every time you hear the name Stiles or think about those few hours you had spent with him, something just felt right. Everything fell into place for a few blissful seconds and there was no fear, no manipulation, no lies and evil plans. in short, no pain. You knew realistically that there would be bumps because no relationship will ever be perfect but sometimes, all you can think about is how you'll overcome those fights and troubles and there'd be so much good stuff there too.

Lydia stood up from where she was and spun to face Peter with an accusing look and tone, "What happened? Why didn't it work?" The guy scoffed, gritting his teeth as he took the few steps towards the girl, snapping back with a harsh edge to his voice, "Because it's not science, Lydia. It's supernatural," He grabbed at her arm, trying to pull her somewhere to talk more privately, "I did my part. Now, give me the name," Scott looked confused as he stared at a nervous Lydia and irritable Peter. He gave you a quick glance to which you shrugged, you were as clueless as he was. "What name? What are you talking about?" You saw Lydia's worried look, one that showed she been caught out she was hoping keep a secret. "Lydia, a deal's a deal. Even with me," Peter hurried her and you fought the urge to punch the guy after telling how nervous and panicked she was. Safe to say, you were as shocked as everyone else when you were able to stand up, something that seemed to be an instinct when you were ready to fight. Lydia faced Peter again, the name falling from her lips in a shaky whisper, "Malia,"

A sudden gasp brought everyone's gaze to Void, who clawed at the tape on his mouth, collapsing forward. His hands flew to his mouth and you gagged as he began to pull a never ending string of bandages. Not exactly comfortable with watching that, you turned to bury your face in Scott’s chest and he surprisingly let you. The only time you looked was when you heard the small gasps at the black smoke coming from the bandages. You had wanted to rush over to him but Scott held you back as a figure climbed the pile. That’s right, climb. Eyes scanning over the nogistune, something didn’t feel right as you glanced to the terrified Stiles. Because he wasn’t only one terrified, the nogistune clawing at his face. But that completely left you when he launched himself at you guys and Scott and Peter got a hold of him. That didn’t stop the struggle. “Hold him!”

“I'm trying!”

Scott paused for a moment, shouting, “Wait, wait, wait!” before he reached to unwind the bandages around the nogistune’s head to relive a terrified Stiles. There’s was a beat of silence and then his trembling voice all but echoed in your ears, his eyes filled with tears, “Scott?” It was like you could breath again, like things weren’t slowly surrounding and trapping into a fate of unhappy endings. But that feeling lasted just a split second before Deaton spoke up, “Scott,” It didn’t take long to realise why the man was so worried, Void had managed to slip away with Lydia, door wide open and both long gone. “Where are they?” Silence followed so Scott got up and began to make his way towards the door, “Where are they? Lydia!” You went to follow him, leave probably, but a hesitant hand gripped your wrist and tugged you back. A practically paralysed Stiles stared up at you and it made you fight the need to check him over. As his hand slid down to hold yours, Scott’s shouts for the banshee faded away and you took a gentle step back towards him. Subconsciously, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and your head fell to the side and Stiles breathy laugh made a heat rise to your cheeks.

Why exactly wasn’t he pushing you away?

#void stiles x reader #void stiles #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf

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xsarcasticwriterx · 4 years ago

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Room

Summary: After Hydra captured you and tony they decided to use a weapon that was more terrifying than any gun.

Pairing: Tony stark x reader

Warnings: Smut(imma be honest i dont give a fuck if you aren't 18 pfft), sex pollen, fingering, riding, masturbation,honestly just desperate horny sex, floof floof, Swearing,

Notes: The end to the smut part is kinda shit sorry about that

How you and tony ended up here was unknown to you. Well not unknown just...complicated. Turns out not all of hydra was taken down in the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. The others sent you and tony in figuring that it would be easy peasy and all make it home before dinner. Well that wasn't the case at all. Turns out they had weapons more powerful then the two of you combined. They subdued your powers and broke tony's suit.

So now you two are here. Trapped in an empty white room. you paced around looking for anything but to be honest it was so bright you could barely see anything from seeing too much?

“there's no point there's nothing here” he said from his spot on the floor. you grumbled before sitting against the wall across from the door. “we need to find a way out” you said sighing. Tony opened his mouth before the air started to pour in. it burned as it entered your nostrils. you started coughing like crazy hunched over as you coughed. “hey are you-” tony started but then also started coughing.

your lungs burned no your whole body burned. you felt like you were on fire. you stopped coughing but the heat in your whole body was still strong. “hey tony you ok?” you asked as you slowly moved towards the wall he laid against. “dont dont just stay” he said putting his hand out. you stopped moving and sat back huffing. That's when you felt it. your whole body tingled and burned but the pooling of wetness between your legs was prominent. you squeezed your thighs and looked at tony who was looking down at his legs.

Your eyes followed seeing his very present boner. you cleared your throat. “whats going on” you asked in a rush because every word that exited your mouth felt like it took all your might and breath. Tony shook his head. “fuck!” he yelled. “thor he said that on certain planets fucking doesn’t come as a normal thing sO to stop the inevitable extinction of that they use this stuff to make them have to fuck. anyways apparently some parts of the world got their hands on it, used it as a weapon before it got banned.” he said leaning his head on the wall. Sweat fell from his face. “just fucking go over there” he pointed to the other side of the room.

you nodded and crawled to the other side. you sat in the corner but kept adjusting yourself. you squeezed your thighs for some sort of relief. “will this kill us?” you eventually asked. when tony stayed silent you got worried and looked over. he was looking at you hungrily his eyes devoured you. “possibly” he eventually said. “possibly?!” you yelled then groaned the amount that you were turned on was physically starting to hurt. “depends how much your body can take how much heat and pain before giving up” he said before closing his eyes and moving around.

You sat there sweating your ass off and moving your legs around. anything that usually caused relief was useless. then the heat got worse and a stabbing pain in your uterus happened. You hunched over and screamed. The pain only seemed to increase. “hey hey speak to me whats going on” tony asked. “pain so much fucking pain” you groaned and screamed as another stab came. “and hot so hot” you said tears falling to the ground as you grit your teeth.

“ok ok y/n listen to me” he said clearing his throat. “you need to do this your going to say no because of me but your life is kind of dependent upon it. you need to get yourself off.” he said. you looked at him wide eyes and shook your head “fuck no” you said. “want the pain to stop?” he asked. you screamed feeling the pain and nodded. “then do it” you groaned lifting yourself back to sit against the wall.

Tony turned around giving you more privacy. you took off your pants and underwear. your hand went to your clit giving you relief you moaned and groaned. you inserted two fingers moaning loud. “jesus oh god” you gasp as your fingers go in and out of you. you look over at tony and see his arm moving up and down. you gulp looking down before speaking. “tony” you whispered but with the echo of the room he heard. “yes?” he whispered back. “you can turn around if you want.” you said.

Tony slowly turned seeing your legs spread and your fingers inside of you. Tony's pants were open slightly lowered from his waist. his boxers were visible and you whimpered at the site of tony so disheveled. You started to move your fingers in and out of you again. you moaned and whimpered. Tony started to push his cock over his boxers. “you can ya know if you want to” you said nodding to his strained dick.

Tony shimmed his boxers down and his cock sprung free. It was long and thick. you groaned and moved faster. you watched as tony started to stroke his cock at the same pace your fingers went. You stared at him jacking off as he stared at you. You started to feel your walls tighten. you head hit the wall as your fingers spend up. your thumb rubbed your clit as your moans got more intense. Your walls squeezed your fingers and you moaned loud. you squeezed your eyes shut and your mouth hung open. The sight of you made tony go faster and groan.

As your orgasm stopped you still felt like it wasnt enough like nothing would be enough. How do you feel” tony asked between breaths. “still feel like shit” you say. Tony releases his cock and looks down. “me too.” he said.

You scream feeling the pain again. God why wont this all justs stop. you started to cry the pain was so bad. you curled up hoping it would be like a period cramp and certain positions could stop it but the pain kept going. “y/n...” tony started to say. you looked over at him. Your hair was a sweaty mess your face looked flushed and you just looked like a horny mess.

“We can...it'll stop it if that's what you want.” tony said. He felt bad like he was taking advantage of you. He didn't want you to think he didn't care for you because he did. Hell he loved you, god he wished he told you that before you ended up here. He hated seeing you in pain especially when he could stop it even if it did make things difficult. “is that what you want” you huffed out tears still falling down your face. “I want to stop the pain. I want to help you..in whatever way i can.” tony said.

you gulped and nodded “help me” you said. Tony crawled over to you and sat you back against the wall. you instinctively opened your legs and tony say between them. “I'm going to make you feel so good princess” he said with a smirk. He kissed you hard but slow. you felt his hand on your thigh. He squeezed it before moving forward. “please” you pleaded against his lips. he smiled and pulled your bottom lip with his teeth. His fingers made contact with your clit and you whimpered, closing your eyes. he pinched it making you moan. He started to move in circles smiling at the noises that came out of your lips.

he kissing your bottom lip before kissing you. his fingers moved inside of you his thumb circling your clit. you moaned against his lips. “that's it let me make the pain go away.” he said his fingers moving in and out. you grabbed onto tony's shoulders. your hips moved meeting his movements. “there we go princess” he said. He bent his fingers meeting a spot that made your mouth open and no noise exit. “jesus fuck tony there please there” you pleaded. His finger massaged the spot he stoked and pushed it. Your walls tighten around his fingers. you pull him closer your head hitting his shoulder. his fingers stroke the spot why still playing with your clit. You moan as you cum on his fingers.

“it still hurts” you mumble into his shoulder. “i know princess i just needed to die down the pain before this” he said pulling away from you. You were sweating even more now and you felt so empty without tony. tony shoved his boxers down and taking off his shirt. He went back to his spot between your legs. “I really wish i could've said this before now but i love you” he said before entering you. you moaned before you could respond or even process what he said. He bottomed out and kissed your neck.

His fingers found there way back to your clit messing with the very sensitive bundle of nerves. you rocked your hips trying to gain movement. tony took the sign and rocked back and forth. He was trying to be nice but nice isn't what you needed. “faster tony.” you said. tony sped up but it still wasn't enough. grabbing tony's shoulder you made him stop. he looked at you softly. “tony stark you are a playboy ok now rail me” you said desperate. something changed in tony because he pulled out pushing you to the floor and before you could do anything he shoved all the way back into you.

He grabbed your hips jamming in and out of you at a force you didn't know existed. he played with your clit going from pinching to slapping to rubbing it. you moaned and screamed. grabbing onto tony's shoulder you puled him into a kiss. You felt your walls tighten again from the stimulation your grip in him tightens and tony goes to kissing and marking your neck.

“cum for me princess” he says. that was all it took for you to unravel under him. you put your head onto his shoulder shutting your eyes. tony pulled out and flipped you over lifting your hips. he held on tightly ramming in and out of you. you felt his movements sputter and you moved your hips to meet his. his nails dug into your skin as his cum flushed into you. he pulled out and flipped you over. “better?” he asked. you nodded “much” you said.

The pollen seemed to have died down after that. Tony laid next to you and you curled into him. “I love you too stark” you said tracing over his chest. he looked down at you and you looked up. “I have for a while” you said. tony smiled and kissed your forehead. “Let's get the hell out of here princess” he said.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark x reader smut #tony stark smut #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man smut #robert downey jr #rdj #mcu smut #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #sex pollen

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cinnamingyurolls · 3 years ago

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ENIGMA | JOSHUA HONG

pairing: joshua hong x reader

genre: kinda angsty

summary: revenge is never a great way to cope with sadness. but that was the option you chose. revenge against joshua hong for what he did to your brother, finding everyone even closely related to him and putting a bullet through their head. waiting for the opportune moment to actually meet the man who ruined your life and for him to beg for death. that was until you actually met the man...

warnings: gun, fire, blood, and death maybe (not proofread)

word count: 753

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hiding in the shadows, I smirked. the fools were looking for me everywhere but up. aiming my gun at one of them, I shifted from my left to my right leg, letting out a deep breath as the action soothed my burning muscles. the slight sound caused one of them to look up and I shot, the sound of my gun and the thud as the body fell giving away my position. I jumped down from the second floor, the adrenaline of being caught making the pain almost non existent. the other three were running towards me, guns out. I ran to the side, hiding behind a metal container, a loud ping ringing out against the surface as the bullet hit the container. I looked around and found a ladder at the edge right where I could see the shadow of one of them inching around slowly. rushing forward I grabbed his arms, kicking his legs from below him and pinning him to the floor. wrestling his gun from his iron like grip all while muffling any noise from his mouth with one hand, I pointed it at his chest, the silencer doing its job as his eyes blew open and went dark, the blood already staining my hands and pooling on the floor. I stood up rounding the corner and emptying the bullets shooting at the other man. he fell dead few new bullet wounds on his body. I looked for the last one, the thirst to kill and revenge growing . I found him hiding by the door. he looked up at me, tears stains down his face. for a second he reminded me of him but I shook my head, hitting him on the head with the gun and dragging him to the harbor, throwing his body over the side. i took a deep shaky breath, tears threatening to fall as I unknowingly replayed the day in my mind- the screams, the blood.

I heard slow clapping behind me and turned around. There he stood, the one I wanted to kill. I pulled out my gun, thumbing off the safety. he smiled calmly and said "lets talk first darling. I want to know why you're going around killing my men," he pulled out a gun holding it with confidence and I knew he wouldn't miss. " do you remember the young cop you killed who was part of the undercover mission Joshua?" the way metaphoric venom spilled out at the mention made him tighten his hold on the gun. "Ah Dino, nice kid until I found out about his betrayal...you've got to end the threat as soon as you find out about it or it'll cause problems later." tears welled up in my eyes and my hands balled themselves into fists. "why, did you know him?" he seemed genuinely curious. "he is-was my brother." I choked. "ahh I'm sorry for your loss.truly." he smiled before pointing the gun at me. he pointed lower and shot. pain burst through my leg as I fell to the ground, yelping as blood flowed through my fingers. "I meant it when I said I've got to end a threat....but I like your drive I could use that one day and when I do ill get you out. till then goodbye." he walked away as I sat cradling my injured leg and soon after he left the air turned blue and red as the cops arrived, finding me drenched in the sudden rain still clutching my leg.

I laid on my bed counting the cobwebs on the roof. a guard banged on the rails of the cell. "someone's her to see you" I stood up, the slight limp still evident though it had been 4months since I was caught. I entered a room I had never entered in the entire duration I was here, the only thing separating Joshua and me being a relatively thin slab of glass. "I see prisons been treating you well" I kept up a straight face. he nodded slowly and smiled "remember when I said I could us your skills?" my eyes widened in realization.

at the same time the room was bathed in red as the emergency lights revealed the plan perfectly. he stood up and waved his hand for me to move back and stood on the chair, kicking the glass with all his might, shattering it and sending glass everywhere. he held his hand out to me to take. I did, the red light making him look strangely attractive as he laughed and pulled me through the door.

#joshua seventeen #joshua hong #joshua #hong jisoo #joshua fluff #joshua angst #hong joshua x reader

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whumpwillow · 3 years ago

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caveboy | two

i have no idea where I’m going with this I just kinda wrote it on a whim. yay for traumatized immortals tho

warnings: spicy emotional breakdown, mentioned: past torture, restraints, gore

part one

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Caretaker’s legs began to cramp. She’d gotten used to all sorts of uncomfortable sensations on previous cave-diving expeditions, having to maneuver her way through steep divides in the rock or shimmy through tunnels on her stomach like a worm. Such was the life. She’d had to crouch for long periods of time going through narrow channels, but none of that had prepared her for sitting on the floor of a hidden cavern, holding a sobbing man against her shoulder. An immortal man, to be exact.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been. Friend must have been worried, and she hoped he’d have enough sense not to wait for her and instead go outside and take care of his needs first before getting help. She wanted to try and find him before too much time had passed, but she also didn’t want to part with the stranger she’d just found.

He’d been restrained to a thick slab of stone with crystals that had formed around his wrists and ankles. Caretaker’s eyes flicked up to the stone carving that hung just above, a giant, looming snake with shining eyes and fangs that dripped translucent poison. It had to be deadly. It had melted the man’s face off. Caretaker shivered at the memory. It hadn’t even been that long ago that she’d found him, sure that she was going to have to comfort a man through his death throes, not that he would heal within moments only to collapse into a fit on the ground in front of her, his body unscathed as if nothing had ever happened to him at all.

The man seemed to sense her shiver and drew away, setting his hands on the sides of her upper arms and moving his head off her shoulder.

He turned his face to the side so that it was partially obscured by his hair, but Caretaker could see how red it was from crying, or perhaps embarrassment. He wouldn’t look at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, repeating his words from earlier.

Caretaker reassured him. “You don’t have to be. That snake…” The man flinched at the words. “What happened to you was terrible.”

The man rubbed a skein of hair back and forth between his pointer finger and thumb, eyes downcast. “No, I—uh, I’ve kept you, you probably have more important things to do, Miss.”

He stood up then with such abruptness that it sent Caretaker falling backward. She caught herself on her hands, propping herself up, and watched the man walk back toward the stone slab. He set his hands on the edge and splayed his fingers out, avoiding the poison at the other end. His shoulders bunched, his head bowed, and his long hair fell over them like a waterfall. He was shaking again.

Caretaker watched him. He was…so odd. An immortal, he’d said. She didn’t know if she could believe it, if she could believe this was really happening to her right now, but then again, she had seen the gruesome wounds he’d bore, horrid enough to haunt her thoughts. He’d healed from them perfectly, at least in physicality.

The mental impact of such wounds, however, seemed to persist.

Caretaker stood up. “Hey…”

The immortal man’s shoulders shook with uneven rhythm. “What?”

It was not a question. It was not something that asked for an answer, but a rough, gravelly voice telling her to tread carefully. That this was treacherous terrain, ridden with sharp rocks. A path untraveled by most.

“Are you…”

No, he was not okay.

“Hck—” the man made a choked sound, breathing heavily. He was bent double over the stone now, resting his elbows against it while his hands clenched into fists.

“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” he asked.

Caretaker considered lying. His tone was accusing, he was clearly unstable, and she could see which answer he wanted to hear and which one might send him off the rails. It was only the two of them down here. Alone. Away from everybody else. Anything could happen.

“Yes,” Caretaker whispered.

Lying might have been the right choice, but she didn’t want to. Something told her that it wasn’t.

The man began to laugh, which gave Caretaker a jolt of panic, but it quickly passed when she noticed the despair laced into the sound. The man fell to his knees before the stone slab and Caretaker really hoped he wasn’t about to start screaming again, but he only repositioned himself so that his back was to the stone. He leaned his head back against it.

“And yet, you freed me and held me as I wept like a babe?” he asked. His eyes were closed, but his head tilted upward toward the snake, or perhaps a sky that lie beyond the stone. “Should I call you Saintess instead of Miss?”

Tears fell from his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. His chest rose and fell with rapid, short, hitching breaths, and he blinked turning his head to the side.

“Oh, I truly am pathetic.”

Caretaker fiddled with her hands, unsure what to do or say here. He seemed to be talking more to himself than to her.

“Leave me,” the man said. “If you’re so afraid. You have done more than enough, and I will live forever in your debt of gratitude, my love.”

Caretaker bit her lip. Well, here was the awkward part. A once-should-have-been dying man making declarations to her while in tears, and her being completely, without a doubt, unbelievably lost.

“Uh, well, you see, I don’t actually know the way out.”

The immortal opened his eyes and met hers. “Ah.”

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The two of them ended up moving through the cave system together. The immortal, who’s name she learned was Whumpee, knew tunnels that Caretaker had never even heard of before and was pretty sure weren’t on any maps. She had wanted to find uncharted territory and she certainly got it, along with a buy-one-get-one-free deal of one traumatized immortal for her efforts.

As soon as they left the cavern with the stone snake a lot of tension left Whumpee’s body, though his shoulders still bunched and he flinched at any unexpected sound. Caretaker tried keeping her movements obvious and easy to see. She didn’t think he’d intentionally hurt her, but she also saw something of a cornered animal in him, something that might strike if it believed it was in danger. She couldn’t blame him, after what he’d been through.

Who did that to you? She wondered. Who could be so cruel?

She didn’t want to ask him now. The scars were too fresh, even if they weren’t visible on his body. She’d let him rest first.

That brought up another problem.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” she asked.

Whumpee looked over his shoulder at her. “Hm? Of course I know where I’m going.”

Caretaker sighed exasperatedly. “That’s not what I meant.”

Whumpee looked straight ahead again, focusing on the rocky path ahead of them. They were heading uphill now, which was a good sign, but it also meant the way was steep and uneven.

“Then do tell, Saintess Caretaker, whatever do you mean?” Whumpee asked.

Caretaker would have thought he was mocking her with the pretentious way he spoke, if not for the earnest way he said it. Like it was simply natural for him.

“I was trying to ask if you have a home. A place to go back to after we get out of here,” she said.

Whumpee stopped. Caretaker careened into him, hitting his back and stumbling.

“Whumpee?” Caretaker asked. “Are you…”

She wanted to asked if he was alright, but figured it would be a stupid question anyway.

“No,” he replied. “I do not have anywhere to go back to.”

His tone was final, and he began walking again.

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taglist: @whumpsday

#whump #whump writing #my writing #willow writes #immortal whumpee #immortality whump #immortal whump #original work: caveboy

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years ago

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Wow, he’s hot

“Pairing: Fem!Reader x Seo Changbin (SKZ)

Word Count: 8K

Genre: Neighbors to Lovers? Lol

Warnings: Aged up characters (Changbin is ten years older than the reader), explicit sexual content, language, drinking

Summary: You were a fresh college graduate, returning home for the summer before starting a bright, shiny new position in the city, but you certainly weren’t expecting to fall hard for your neighbor.

A/N: I hope at least one person gets my reference/pun at the end....But seriously? Oh, what have I done...

Your roommate was hungover again, dressed to the nines in a purple bathrobe and pink fluffy slippers as she attempted to move huge boxes of random shit between her bedroom and the foyer of your shared apartment.

It was priceless entertainment, at least in your opinion, especially after witnessing your roommate in rare form the previous night dancing from one frat boy to the next, draining entire bottles of alcohol like she needed the liquid encouragement.

From what you had observed, she was determined to embarrass you at all costs, and under normal circumstances, you could’ve avoided her rather inappropriate behavior in exchange for your regular hook-up, Joshua. But he decided to remain mysteriously absent for the entire evening, which meant that you had been stuck watching over your roommate, hoping that she wouldn’t get you kicked out again....

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N,” Laura huffed, pausing next to the counter-top where you sat. “What did you expect? It was my last night of freedom before going back home.”

“Yeah,” you snorted. “It was mine too, but I wasn’t plastered face-down in the shower last night.”

“Whatever,” Laura grimaced. “Did you sign off on the lease yet?”

“I did it earlier,” you replied.

“Our bitchy landlord’s been complaining all week,” Laura said. “I’m tired of her late-night phone calls, plus my mom’s been really annoying about the move.”

“Oh?” you questioned. “When is she coming?”

“In like an hour,” Laura huffed. “Why do you think I’m busting my ass to pack everything?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Maybe you needed a distraction from thinking about puking in the bushes behind the frat house last night.”

“Oh, shut up about that!” Laura hissed, slapping your arm as you kept laughing. “Isn’t you brother coming tomorrow?”

“Ugh, yeah,” you groaned. “He said he has to come super early because of work, but my ass doesn’t start functioning until at least 8:00.”

“Well, at least tell Chan ‘hi’ for me,” Laura said, giggling like a love-struck teenager because she had been infatuated with your older brother for years.

“If I remember to tell him,” you grumbled, stretching out your arms and deciding that it might be useful for you to start packing as well, especially since the most you would be able to accomplish tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn is following Chan around the apartment in a zombie-like state as the two of you loaded your belongings into his car.

“Don’t forget that I’m coming to visit next week,” Laura said, and you perked up a little at the idea of having your friend come around, especially since the two of you had just graduated together and those long days and nights of being glued together at the hip were coming to a bittersweet end.

“Sounds good,” you agreed, checking your phone one last time to see a weird gif from Chan (as you had come to expect from him) before joining your roommate in packing up the remainder of your former college life.

Chan had always been prompt when it came to his familial obligations, and the two of you spent two hours loading all of your stuff into his car before starting the long drive to your old childhood home. A place that you hadn’t ventured to since leaving four years ago to start undergraduate school.

“Looks the same,” you remarked, sunglasses perched low on your nose as you allowed the window to roll down to take in some fresh air.

“What did you expect?” Chan asked, humming away to whatever shitty metal song he had playing over the radio.

In a totally random and last-minute decision, you had decided that for the next three summer months while you were stuck in an in-between phase, you were returning home for a while before you were set to move into a new apartment in the city close to where you would be working full-time. It seemed logical to save money, and there was a small part of you that did miss your family and old friends.

Of course, despite Chan’s dismissal of your earlier nonchalant comment about the unchanging surroundings of your hometown, you were startled when you realized that the old house next door, which used to be occupied by an elderly couple until they moved away during your senior year of high school, was missing it’s familiar ‘for sale’ sign in the front yard, and there was a black Mustang in the driveway.

“Home sweet home,” Chan sighed when he stopped in the carport attached to your former two-story staccato, opening the door with a grumble.

You frowned, following him around to the back of his car. “Someone bought the house next door?” you asked, dragging your eyes away from the sleek, shiny sports car to look at your brother.

Chan grunted as he heaved your suitcase from the trunk. “Yeah, they moved in last month. I think the owner is a lawyer and he lives there with his daughter.”

“Huh,” you remarked. “That house has been vacant for years.”

Chan shrugged. “Yeah, well, the guy who lives there now is really nice. Mom and dad babysit for him a lot when he’s working.”

“Great,” I muttered. “They’ll rope me into helping.”

“S’ not so bad,” Chan said, growling in frustration when your suitcase fell over to the side with an unpleasant crash. “Can you help or what?”

You laughed at your brother’s outrage, reaching back to pull your hair into a messy bun.

Meanwhile, you noticed the front door of your house opening from the corner of your eye, smiling when your mother shrieked and rushed down the sidewalk to meet you halfway in a long-winded embrace. “Y/N!! I’m so glad to see you.”

“You’re crushing me,” you heaved through constricted lungs, accepting your mother’s open arms even if it was a little over-eager.

“Oh! I’m sorry, dear,” she said, pulling back just enough to allow oxygen to circulate once again, but not enough to pull you away from her mushy kisses. “You look so healthy and beautiful!”

“Yeah, thanks mom,” you said, slowly beginning the untangling process of removing her arms from around you while Chan struggled in the background to carry your suitcase up the front steps. “I should help.”

“Of course!” your mom agreed, but a distant tug of curiosity had you turning back to look at the house next door once again.

“Hey? Do you know anything about the new neighbor?”

“You mean Changbin? He’s wonderful, darling. So polite, and his daughter is so funny.”

You wrinkled your nose, never having been a huge fan of kids. “Chan said you babysit for him sometimes.”

“It’s always nice to help someone out,” your mother tsked, and you could recognize her patronizing tone from anywhere. “Such a shame that he divorced his wife. Heard it was kinda nasty.”

“It’s not any of our business,” you reminded her.

“Oh, I didn’t say it was!” your mother sighed. “He doesn’t talk about it much.”

“Jeez, how much do you guys talk?”

Because from the sound of it, Changbin had to be as old as your mom to make this much of an impression. You grinned as you briefly imagined the two of them on the front porch drinking tea together and gossiping about the rest of the neighborhood.

“He’s far more friendly than Mrs. Jones was,” your mother remarked. “I think you’d like him, Y/N.”

“I don’t know about that...”

“Well, you’ll get the chance to meet him tonight,” your mother said, smile full and wide. “I’ve invited him over for dinner!”

Oh, great.

“Can’t wait,” you forced out between clenched teeth, rolling your eyes when your mom clapped her hands together before grabbing your hand to drag you inside, feeling only a distant shiver roll across your spine as you walked onto the porch as if someone was looking at you from afar....

Your mother was hardly the type to run out of conversation, and you eventually were forced to leave her downstairs to argue with Chan over some menial thing that he forgot to do for tonight’s big dinner while you trudged upstairs to find some peace.

Unsurprisingly, your childhood bedroom remained untouched, and you circled around the perimeter, studying old pictures of yourself playing sports and hanging out with friends. Fingers dusting over your collection of old trophies and high-school yearbooks that recalled long-ago days of feeling carefree - with the future wide-open in front of you for the taking.

But you were well off in the present, allowing yourself to indulge in the nostalgia of looking through old diaries and journals before your mother’s voice called you downstairs for dinner later that evening. “Coming!” you called back, pausing next to your mirror to check your reflection.

The smell of your mother’s cooking had your stomach rumbling from the hunger of only stopping once on the way home to eat cheap fast-food with Chan, and you forced yourself to walk like a normal person even though every instinct was screaming at you to find the source of that delicious odor.

You were nearly salivating at the idea of your mother’s homemade cooking, and your hand caught the rail of the bannister to turn the final corner, but the sounds of voices from below forced you to pause at the top of the stairs, eyes growing wide as you took in the sight of the unfamiliar man standing in your foyer, talking to your mother like they had known each other for years. “Oh, Y/N,” your mother said, and you shivered when the man turned to look at you. “Come meet our neighbor, Changbin. I think you’ll really like him.”

You held back a snort at the ironic comment because it only took you a few seconds to come to the conclusion that Changbin epitomized the phrase “just my type.”

He was on the shorter side, built like he had literally spent his entire life working out, arms bulging beneath his t-shirt and chest straining the material tight to his front. So much so that you could practically see his nipples through the fabric.

His hair was jet-black, ruffled from the wind outside, and his eyes were equally as dark, lips contorted into a self-satisfied smirk that you found exceedingly hot.

“Hi,” you mustered without much thought, nearly tripping over your own two feet on the way down the stairs.

“This is my daughter, Y/N,” your mother said, inviting you closer so that you were standing directly in front of Changbin.

“Nice to meet you,” he said in a deep voice that was slightly rough around the edges.

“Y/N just graduate from college,” your mother gushed. “We’re so excited to have her back.”

“I’m home for the summer,” you explained, shivering at the dark look in Changbin’s gaze. “I’m starting an internship in the Fall.”

“Y/N will be working in publishing,” your mother explained, jumping in while you and Changbin continued to stare each other down - something intense and provocative.

“Really?” Changbin asked, eyes making a leisurely stroll of looking you up and in down in a way that had you feeling extremely self-conscious.

“Oh! Give me one second to check something in the kitchen,” your mother said, excusing herself with a smile before leaving the two of you alone in the foyer.

You inwardly cursed your mother for leaving you both in an awkward silence. Say something!! You screamed to yourself.

“So,” you started, clearing your throat and forcing yourself to stop swaying back and forth. “Chan told me you practice law.”

“Yeah,” Changbin agreed, and you swooned at his crooked smile. “It doesn’t sound as interesting as your work.”

“I don’t know about that,” you countered politely, but Changbin was unrelenting.

“You looked surprised to see me earlier,” he remarked.

You swallowed hard. “Oh, well when Chan mentioned a neighbor with a kid, I just wasn’t expecting someone so....”

“Yes?” Changbin prodded, encouraging you to continue.

Someone so fucking hot, you thought to yourself, someone who was literally made inside my best fantasies, but those explicit thoughts belonged exclusively inside your head. “Young,” you eventually finished, and Changbin seemed disappointed for some reason.

“I’m 32,” he said, and your eyes widened perceptibly, realizing that he was ten years older than you.

“I would’ve never guessed,” you said. “I mean, not that it’s a bad thing-”

“It’s alright,” Changbin interrupted, and you were relieved to hear him chuckle. “I know what you mean.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I can be a little awkward.”

“No,” he shook his head, coming to stand a little closer. “I think it’s nice.”

Oh? What was that supposed to mean?

“I used to have a boyfriend who looked a lot like you,” you went on, freezing when you comprehended what you had just blathered without thinking.

But Changbin didn’t seem bothered at all. “I bet he wasn’t as old as me.”

“He was my age,” you said. “But I kinda like older men...”

Fuck. Did those words really just come out of your mouth?!

“Y/N,” Changbin said, and you trembled at the huskiness of his tone. “You should be more careful.” He leaned in then as if trying to keep whatever he was about to say a secret for just the two of you. “I can be a very dangerous man.”

“O-oh,” you stuttered, finding yourself two seconds away from literally melting at his feet when your mother suddenly re-entered the foyer with a dusting of flour across her chin.

“Dinner’s ready!” she announced, and you were fleeing behind her without a second thought, escaping the intoxicating hold of Changbin’s presence before you did something you might regret.

For whatever reason, you found yourself sitting next to Changbin in the dining room for dinner that night.

“I made chicken,” your mother said, gesturing to each dish sitting in a line down the center of the table as she explained tonight’s menu. But you were barely cognizant of what your mother was saying because the close proximity to Changbin was doing very strange things to your head.

“So, Y/N,” your father started when everyone had been served. “I hope your brother was helpful with the move.”

Chan rolled his eyes, but you grinned at your father’s words. “Yeah, I was a little out of it though because of the time.”

“Like I said,” Chan huffed. “I couldn’t get there any later.”

“Let the bickering commence,” your mother said. “Changbin, you wouldn’t believe the fights these two had when they were young.”

“I can only imagine,” Changbin said, and you were wondering how someone could be even more attractive by the sound of their voice alone.

“Do you still need us to babysit for you tomorrow night?” your mother asked. “We would be more than accommodating.”

“That would be great,” Changbin said. “I’ve got a late conference call.”

“It’s no problem,” your mother continued. “Your daughter is just the loveliest.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Changbin replied.

“Y/N,” your mother said, catching you with a mouthful of chicken. “Changbin’s daughter is such a peach.”

You quickly forced down the food in your mouth when you felt Changbin’s gaze rest on you. “Oh? How hold is she, Mr. Seo?”

“She’s six,” Changbin said, and he shifted in his chair, causing your knees to brush together in a move that you knew wasn’t intentional, even if it didn’t stop your legs from wrapping together. “And you don’t have to be so formal with me, Y/N. Only my clients call me Mr. Seo.”

“O-oh,” you exhaled, reacting to the brief contact under the table, hoping that nobody else was noticing your strange behavior.

“Maybe Y/N could help watch Lucy when you’re gone,” your mother suggested, always the first to rope you into these things.

“Sure,” you agreed, even though the idea of pulling babysitting duty was less than appealing, and you could hear Chan snickering from across the table. He knew perfectly well your attitude when it came to kids.

“I think Lucy would like that,” Changbin agreed, and you started to nod along until you felt Changbin’s hand move to your thigh.

Just that single move had your entire form frozen in place.

While your mother continued talking about whatever subject caught her attention, you were left wondering how you should react to the very obvious posturing of Changbin’s hand moving decidedly against your bare skin.

“I’ll probably head back into town tomorrow morning,” Chan said. “I wasn’t able to get much work done.”

You knew it was a playful jab at you, but at that moment you were incapable of coherent speech.

“How is work, Channie?” your mother asked, just as ignorant as the rest of them to the situation unfolding beneath her table. “Anything interesting?”

“Not really,” Chan replied, and you nearly choked on the food you were swallowing when you felt Changbin squeezing your thigh.

“Try to chew it first, Y/N,” your father chuckled, and you forced a smile which you hoped wasn’t as strained as it felt.

“What about you, Changbin?” your mother politely queried. “Anything interesting happening lately?”

“Maybe,” he said with a tone that was far too knowing.

“Hmmm?” your mother smiled. “You aren’t seeing anyone, are you?”

You knew the question was invasive, but Changbin handled it in stride. “I think it depends.”

“Sounds scandalous,” your mother joked, and you couldn’t have possibly been imagining it, feeling his fingers reach so high under the opening of your shorts that his fingertips touched the outline of your panties.

You reached down to cover his hand with your own, bringing awareness to the fact that you weren’t ignoring what was happening, and he had every opportunity to pull back.

But he didn’t. In fact, Changbin’s light, playful touches only continued, and you were left reeling for what the intention could possibly mean.

Early the next morning, you were supposed to be cleaning the pool as a favor to your mother, but how could you be blamed for sneaking peaks at your neighbor working out in his backyard?

“Holy shit,” you cursed under your breath, failing to do a very good job of pretending to be occupied with your current task while ogling the man across the lawn who was in the middle of another round of push-ups, biceps flexing while the rest of his body practically glowed under the sun.

You knew it wasn’t a crime to permit the occasional glance, but your hardcore staring could certainly be qualified as spying at this point (especially in the direction of a lawyer) - making it blatantly obvious that you were very appreciative of the male form at the peak of performance.

Was Changbin seriously 32? And a father?

The questions boggled your mind, and in your distracted state, you clearly forgot to keep a firm hold on the handle of the pool’s leaf skimmer, huffing in annoyance when it splashed beneath the water.

It was enough to attract Changbin’s attention, and you were sure that your face was just as red as the towel draped over the back of your mother’s patio furniture when he stood to his full height before walking in your direction.

“Were you watching me?” Changbin asked, sauntering over to you with black mesh shorts hanging tantalizingly low on his hips, shirt foregone in exchange for a delightful sheen of sweat coating the skin of his thick upper torso in dripping rivulets.

“Uh...” you trailed off anxiously, realizing that Changbin wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for your half-assed excuses, especially after what had happened between the two of you last night.

“You’re not planning on lying to me, Y/N?” he asked, raising one eyebrow in question.

“N-no, Mr. Seo,” you said, shaking your head quickly, barely keeping a firm grasp of your bearings as he abruptly leaned in closer, musk hanging heavy in the air between the two of you.

“I told you not to call me that,” he said, lips lingering far too close to your ear for a simple neighborly exchange, and you could feel the body heat emanating from him in waves, holding you completely hostage as you briefly entertained the idea of falling to your knees right then and there.

“What should I call you?” you asked instead, fisting your shirt between your hands because you were desperate for something to ground you in that moment.

You could practically feel his smirk, holding in a gasp when his hand settled at the low dip in your spine, fitting into the space there as he pulled you tight against his front. “You can always call me daddy instead.”

Your heart skipped several beats at the scandalous words. Either that or you had just entered cardiac arrest.

But before you could muster a response, you found yourself leaping out of Changbin’s hold when the backdoor opened, and your mother was screaming out your name while waving like a maniac. “Oh!” she said when she realized that you weren’t alone. “I didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“We were just talking,” you quickly inserted, glancing at Changbin from the corner of your eye to see him smirking.

For a while, the very strange flirtation between you and Changbin simmered down, and you tried your best to avoid him when you could, even if he made that very hard to do since he insisted on doing his morning workouts outside in direct line of your bedroom.

It was during the following week that you brought the divine glory of Changbin to your friend, Laura’s, attention, ushering her into your house when she parked on the side of street. “What the hell, Y/N?” she complained when you started practically dragging her up the stairs. “I’ve been driving for hours.”

“Oh, hush,” you said. “You’ll thank me later.”

“Thank you for what, exactly?” Laura questioned, but your response was to simply push her toward the window, standing side by side as you looked through the blinds.

“My new neighbor.”

“Holy fuck!” Laura gasped when she finally joined you, and you could only nod your agreement as the two of you continued to watch Changbin through two narrow breaks in your blinds, wondering how the image of your sexy neighbor simply mowing his grass could make you so wet. “That man is huge!”

“I think he does it on purpose,” you remarked, feeling your heart palpitate inside your chest when Changbin took a moment to pause his chore, reaching down to remove his shirt and tuck it into the waistband of his shorts.

Laura’s gasp was almost outlandishly laughable. “He’s ripped! Like, Sports Illustrated model worthy.”

“I would buy every last copy of that edition.”

“I’d even go a step further and tape the pictures to my wall.”

You both stopped to look at one another, nodding in your collective agreement. “Not here, though, my mom would freak.”

“Yeah, but how can your mom expect you to just ignore...that!” Laura exclaimed, gesturing wildly to Changbin.

“She thinks he’s a fucking Saint, but I swear to god, Laura, he’s provoking me on purpose! The other night at dinner? He came over and put. his. hand. on. my. leg,” you said, emphasizing the last line with what probably looked like a comical widening of your eyes. “And he works out every morning in front of my bedroom? What the hell am I supposed to think?”

“No think,” Laura sighed dreamily. “Just enjoy the view.”

“Do you think I’m not?” you snorted. “I’m serious about him doing those things!”

“So what?” Laura grumbled. “Why are you actually worried that your fucking super model neighbor wants to make a few moves on you? I would be honored.”

“I’m not worried,” you huffed. “It just feels like he wants something from me.”

“Well, if it’s a good fuck, then send him all the signals you can, girl.”

“Really?” you muttered. “You know I suck with flirting. That’s why I only hooked up with Joshua at those stupid frat parties. He didn’t care that I was an awkward mess.”

“Well, neither will your neighbor,” Laura said. “Especially if he’s as interested as you say.”

You pursed your lips, considering her comment, but the sudden and unexpected sound of your door opening sent both you and Laura jumping nearly ten feet into the air as you hurried away from the blinds as fast as humanely possible to take up some form of normalcy.

No, mom, of course we weren’t staring at Mr. Seo.

“Girls,” your mother inquired as she walked inside, and you prayed that your mother hadn’t caught the two of you taking sly peaks at Changbin outside, but she seemed completely ignorant. “I have a question for you.”

“Hmmm?” you inquired, innocently enough, trying to act like the position that you had forced yourself into on the bed was totally not uncomfortable.

“Changbin needs someone to watch Lucy tomorrow night, but your father and I already made plans,” she said. “But I told him you would be more than happy to come over and help him out.”

You winced when Laura elbowed you in the side, giving you one of those looks that you knew quite well from countless nights of barhopping as sophomores. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Laura snickered, but you payed her no attention as you hurried to close the door behind your mother’s retreating form, breathing a sigh of relief to hear her walk back down the stairs.

In all of your years of existence, never had you questioned the appropriateness of an outfit to wear to someone’s place to babysit.

“Fuck it,” you eventually decided, settling on regular, well-worn jeans and a college t-shirt.

After all, it wasn’t like Changbin was staying for very long. He claimed he had something to do at the office, and you would be all alone inside his house with only his kid for companionship.

Still, after your conversation with Laura from the previous afternoon, you couldn’t help but feel more mindful about how he might look at you, and you forced yourself to wear your most professional smile when you rang the doorbell to his house, counting slowly from one until he opened the door.

“Hi, Y/N,” Changbin said, and you tried not to blatantly check him out; although, you couldn’t help but linger on the tight fit of his shirt across his pecs.

“Hello,” you nearly whispered, cursing your hormones as you followed Changbin inside.

“I actually have something to tell you,” Changbin said, leading you into the living room so that you could sit down while entered the adjoining kitchen.

“Oh?” you queried, as politely as you could, waiting for him to return.

It didn’t take him long, and you found yourself sitting up a little straighter from where you had made yourself comfortable on the couch. “So, I actually found someone else to watch Lucy,” Changbin explained, coming around to land next to you on the couch with two glasses of wine.

“You did?” you asked, surprised and taken-aback.

Why were you here then?

As if he could read your thoughts, Changbin smirked. “Thirsty?”

“Sure,” you agreed, taking one of the glasses and bringing the rim up to your lips. “I’m sorry, I just thought you wanted me to watch her.”

“I did,” Changbin said, and he seemed contemplative as he sipped his own drink. “But then I kinda wanted you for something else.”

“Something else?” you repeated because your mind was spinning those simple words in a thousand different directions, and you were only able to settle on one likely outcome when Changbin’s hand dropped to your thigh, reminiscent of your first dinner together from several evenings ago.

He suddenly moved in closer to you, allowing you to smell the subtle cologne that he was wearing. “You’ve been watching me,” he said, and you shivered, feeling both hot and cold at the same time as you looked at him.

“S-sir?”

“Don’t play coy,” Changbin continued, and you found yourself observing the way his throat bobbed as he drank. “I don’t mind the attention.”

“You don’t?” you replied, a rather useless question considering the circumstances, and Changbin took your glass and sat both alcoholic selections onto the side table.

“Why wouldn’t I like it?” he asked, tracing little nonsensical patterns on the covered part of your thigh. “You’re a very beautiful girl.”

What. The. Hell?!!

“Mr. Seo, I don’t think-”

“Y/N,” Changbin interrupted, and you were so frazzled and disjointed by the sharp grip he took on your chin, forcing eye-contact that was so intimate, you could feel yourself grow a little bit wetter. “I told you not to call me that.”

It was the only precursor you got before Changbin was delving in, gripping your chin firmly as he connected your lips in a deep, sensuous exchange that had you reeling from the sudden 180 degree turn that the night had taken.

In one word: everything was rough. Teeth meeting teeth, and tongues rolling in a messy glide against one another. Wet and warm. Silky and smooth. It was everything you needed in a kiss to get your gears turning, feeling your pussy positively throbbing in response.

“That’s right,” Changbin eventually said when he pulled the two of you apart - very much still in control. “We shouldn’t ignore this tension between us.”

“No,” you eagerly agreed, diving in once more for another earth-shattering kiss that rocked you to your very bones, taking the initiative to crawl into his lap, grinding yourself shamelessly against the tight bulge in his jeans while your fingers dug their way into his thick, dark hair.

“Eager,” Changbin whispered between feverish kisses, keeping your mouths locked together at all costs, even if that meant growing a little bit light-headed from losing too much oxygen.

But you couldn’t get enough of him, not after all this teasing and tension.

You didn’t care anymore, consequences be damned, and there wasn’t a single part of you opposing his intentional touches, giving him enough space to unbutton your jeans before sliding one hand beneath the waistband of your panties. In response, you moaned into his mouth, bracing your hands against his shoulders as he found the delicate folds of your pussy.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” Changbin asked, and you were feverishly nodding, sweat forming at the top of your forehead, trying your best to hold back your loudest moans when he slid right in with little resistance, moving his fingers around the inside of your cunt, stretching and filling you in a way that you imagined was nothing compared to what the thick cock beneath you could do.

But you would take anything from him, savoring the glide of his fingers since you were practically drenching him in sticky arousal, jerking forward every so often when his thumb pressed down a little too hard against your clit.

All the while, you could feel yourself start to break apart from the heated contact between the two of you, aching and wanting for the release that the look in his eyes told you he had every intention of providing.

And you were enjoying every bit of the journey to get there, bathing in his attention, groaning when his fingers curled up just right to tease your g-spot, and grinding down against the erection confined tightly in his jeans.

Everything was suddenly so much louder, the sounds of his palm smacking against your cunt, fingers gliding through wetness, and the joined harmony of your combined moans and grunts.

It was a rapid uphill ascent into the clouds, and you could feel him start to move even faster, pulling against the fabric of your jeans, and there was hardly any time for your mind to truly comprehend what was happening. Lost in a sinful haze of lust and divine rapture, wanting nothing more than to just lose yourself in Changbin.

Except he wasn’t letting you simply drown in the pleasure he was giving you, tugging at your hair to bring you back to the present, to the final string keeping your orgasm just out of reach. “You don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Changbin growled into your ear, keeping one hand tight around your waist to stop your squirming as he continued plunging his thick fingers between the tight walls of your pussy. “I see you looking at me because I want you to look.”

You moaned at the explicit expression of his desires, closing your eyes and returning your head against his shoulder, hips titillating according to the way he moved his fingers inside of you.

“Cum for me,” he said, and you were more than willing to let go of everything, including the moans you had been trying to hold back, filling the house with the loud raucous of your screams as your orgasm snapped and unleashed a molten hot thrill along your spine.

You were gasping for breath, returning from the highest peak of satisfaction, but Changbin hardly gave you anytime to recover before he was removing his hand from your jeans and forcing you into the floor.

“My turn,” he grunted, and the sound of his belt unbuckling triggered some semblance of rationale, and you were practically salivating over Changbin’s cock, eyeing the red bulbous mushroom head and wondering how deep you could take him. “Well?” Changbin prodded, grabbing the base of his thick erection to brush it across the pout of your lips. “Open wide.”

You whimpered, but obeyed, allowing your tongue to stick out just enough to taste the drop of precum leaking from the tip. It was bitter and unappealing, but since it was from Changbin, you couldn’t resist trying more of him, going further and further down until you felt him at the back of your throat.

Your jaw was already aching from the extension, and a distant thought had you thinking, damn, you were gonna be sore in the morning. But it was completely worth it to hear him moan from above you, fingers tightening in your hair as you allowed him to set the pace, rolling you up and down his cock, tongue sweeping the sides and tip and digging into the little slit where you discovered he was the most sensitive.

At the same time, you were all but humping his leg, desperate to get off again as he used your mouth for his own personal cocksleeve, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, sending you gagging around his impossible length.

“You take cock like you were made for it,” he remarked, eyes glossing over in a way that had you feeling rather proud of your skills.

It only lasted for a moment, and he abruptly held himself all the way down for one, two, three seconds until you were whining for him to let you free just long enough to take in another deep breath.

“Finish me off,” he groaned, and you were working overtime to bring him to the edge, bobbing your head up and down the full expanse of his length, all gorgeous and velvety smooth skin. And you braced your hands against his knees, an anchor to reality, when he finally released down your throat, heavy and warm, causing you to nearly choke as you struggled to swallow every last drop.

“Good girl,” he whispered, petting your head softly as you whined and continued to rub yourself against him, jumping off the brink of orgasmic bliss right after him, allowing your head to fall down between his spread legs.

It was a quiet for a while as you both fought to catch your breath, but then he was moving again, rising from his position on the couch.

You sat back on your heels at the jostling, whimpering when he stood over you with a menacing sneer, grabbing your face between his hands, forcing your gazes to meet somewhere in the middle even though you still couldn’t completely concentrate. But you were cognizant to at least understand his next words: “Lucy won’t be here tomorrow night, either.”

“Changbin,” you gasped, understanding the implications of his request and shivering at the effect they could still have on your worn-out body.

“I’ll leave the door unlocked,” he whispered into your ear, keeping eye-contact as he brought his fingers still coated with your arousal into his mouth, sucking while you grew faint at the sight. Then, he pulled them free and knelt down to sear your lips together so that you could taste the riveting combination of your releases on his wicked tongue.

You returned home that night in a daze, immediately heading for your room after assuring your mother that everything was totally fine with the babysitting, even if you probably appeared a little out of sorts.

In the meantime, you landed on top of your bed with a sigh, opening your phone contacts to pull up Laura’s name, placing the call without any mind to the late hour.

She answered on the third ring with a curt grunt. “This better be good, Y/N.”

“Oh?” you replied with a nonchalant tone. “I thought you might be interested in hearing about my latest dick appointment.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “You didn’t.”

“I did!”

“With your neighbor?”

You laughed at Laura’s shrill tone, rolling over onto your stomach with your feet dancing in the air behind you. “I totally sucked him off.”

“Shit! How big is his cock?” Laura whispered over the phone as if anybody could possibly overhear your conversation.

“Let’s just say he’s well-endowed.”

“You absolute slut!” Laura exclaimed. “Did he at least return the favor?”

“Oh, he’s a gentleman,” you explained. “He took care of me first.”

“Details!”

“He just fingered me,” you said, even as your mind sprinted with images and sensations; Changbin’s sultry gaze, defined muscles, and the burning desire he had planted deep in your core.

“That’s hot though,” Laura said. “I can’t believe you actually did anything with him.”

“What? I told you he was sending me signals!”

“Yeah, but I was only halfway assuming that those signals might lead to his fingers in you!”

You couldn’t help yourself, laughing at Laura’s incredulous tone, and spending the next several minutes doing your absolute best to provide a heavily detailed play-by-play of your evening tryst with Changbin.

“Lucky bitch,” Laura scoffed at the end of your long-winded tale. “I’d kill for someone to fuck me.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet...”

“Yet? Are you planning to go back to him?”

“Obviously,” you said. “There’s unfinished business that I need to take care of.”

“You think he wants to fuck you?”

“I think he wants to do a lot to me,” you purred, smirking at the sounds of Laura’s outlandish squeals from the other end.

Still, you didn’t think those explicit fantasies would come to fruition so soon. But the next night when you returned to Changbin’s house under the guise of babysitting his kid, there were no formalities between the two of you because you both wanted each other in a way that should be considered improper.

Fortunately, you were tired of caring about other people’s opinions, and it only took Changbin a moment to pull you into his house before his lips were crushing against yours, holding you around the waist as he started working at your clothes.

If whiplash was a thing in moments like these, then you had it bad, trying to follow the taste of him as he backed you both into the bedroom, closing the door and enveloping you both in the gentle glow from the lamp.

“Get on the bed,” Changbin growled when he finally pulled away, reaching down for the hem of his t-shirt. You swallowed hard at the sight of his broad, toned upper form, stumbling backward along the floor, hopping on one leg to finish removing your jeans for him, leaving you completely naked as you lowered yourself onto the mattress. “Good girl,” Changbin cooed, and you shivered at the huskiness of his voice, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation as he blatantly traced the outline of his cock through his jeans.

“Changbin, please,” you panted, already so worked up from just kissing and feeling his hands all over your body that you were desperate for something more.

“What do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, walking slowly around to the front of the bed as you watched him with eager eyes.

“Want you to fuck me,” you said, heart thundering against your chest when he started working apart his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers and allowing his thick cock to slap up against his abdomen, already so hard for you even though you had just started.

“Hands and knees,” Changbin ordered, and you were surprised by your quick compliance, supporting yourself on shaky limbs as you felt him climb on the bed behind you, tensing when the head of his cock grazed your wet opening. “Look at you,” Changbin rumbled, teasing you even more by running his fingers down your spine, allowing his other hand to reach around to grope your breast.

“Hurry,” you practically begged him, and it was like the metaphorical band had finally snapped, and you moaned when Changbin took a firm hold of your hips, manhandling you back into position.

“Good girls say please,” he snarled, and your entire form light up at the abrupt command.

“P-please,” you stuttered, and there was an unholy line of curses that left your lips when he directed his cock inside, penetrating you so slowly that you could feel every inch of him until he was snug against your ass.

“Since you asked nicely,” Changbin chuckled, and you had never been so turned on before in your entire life, heart racing and blood pumping, bracing yourself against the mattress when he started thrusting, gentle at first, but then faster and faster as you egged him on, wanting him to go so hard that he split you in half around his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped, struggling to maintain any sort of grip on the headboard.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Changbin purred into your ear, sounding perfectly put-together despite the fact that he was literally drilling his cock into you. “All those guys you’ve fucked before, I would think your pussy wouldn’t be this tight.”

“You’re just too big,” you managed, crying out when he grazed a sensitive spot.

“Oh? Is that why this little pussy is leaking so much?” Changbin asked, and you had no response for him, clearly fucked out of all rational thought as his hips slapped against yours in a bruising meeting of skin-on-skin.

It was undeniable: you had never felt this full before...like Changbin’s cock was somehow reaching all the way to your guts, and you reached down to place a hand over your stomach, imagining feeling the bulge of his cock against the distended skin.

“How does daddy feel?” Changbin whispered into your ear, and if it was possible for him to literally destroy you, then it would be from that heavily suggestive question.

“So good,” you sniffled, tears falling inhibited, leaving your face just as wet as the place where he was crushing himself into you, repeating the same motion of leaving just the tip before re-entering you with added urgency, cock forcing its way between the slick walls of your cunt.

It was a beautiful melodic song after that (or, perhaps, hard metal would be a much better genre), the rhythm of his hips rolling against your own, hard and then softer, bruising and fleeting, stuffing your pussy on every upstroke, holding you in place by his pure strength.

You could feel that strength everywhere, the force of his cock squelching between your pulsating walls, the way you moved up and down the bed by his control, and, when you reached back with one hand to feel his arm, the flex of his biceps as his arms worked to move you however he pleased.

“What will your mother say, Y/N?” Changbin asked. “When she finds out that her daughter fucked the man next door?”

Your mother would absolutely lose her shit if she found out that you were willingly spreading your legs for a divorced 32-year old man who had a daughter you were meant to be babysitting. She would be even more taken aback to discover that you loved and craved every second of Changbin’s cock tearing you to pieces, stretching you so good that you imagined that you would still be gaping in the morning, desperate to have him fill you again.

“Her little girl screaming like a slut for me,” Changbin hissed. “Say my name, Y/N.”

“C-Changbin,” you whimpered, feeling him roll to a slower pace, merely grinding his hips in circles as if teasing you for the answer.

You flinched and nearly cried when he smacked the fleshy part of your ass, trying to look back over your shoulder to see what you had done wrong. “Try again,” he said, giving you a meaningful look that your poor, fucked-out brain still managed to decipher; although, you were burning in your own skin at the thought of saying it out loud....

“Daddy!” you moaned, and Changbin suddenly reached down to catch a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and forcing your back into an even deeper arch.

“That’s right,” he sneered. “And Daddy’s about to ruin this pussy, fuck it so full of my cum that you’ll still be feeling it when you go back home tonight to your parents and lie about what you’ve done.”

Your next moan was the loudest of the night, overwhelmed by the nasty things he was saying to you, feeling your orgasm gaining speed and traction the longer he kept fucking you, cock moving at a neck-break pace, and fingers wet and hurried over your clit.

The combined friction of his cock and fingers had you reeling, struggling to keep yourself up as he pummeled you into the mattress. Taking great liberties in the screams he was forcing out of you, realizing that if he angled his hips with one of your legs stretched higher around his hip, then he could somehow reach even deeper, kissing your cervix and threatening to steal the breath from your lungs.

More and More. Faster and Faster. Until the breaking point was right under your nose...

The next thing you remember is a release that was so intense, you managed to black-out when it was all over, pussy fluttering around the distinct waves of pleasure, barely coherent as Changbin continued chasing his own release until he fulfilled his obscene promise to you.

Three Weeks Later

You had gotten awfully good at keeping Changbin a secret - a dirty and scandalous whisper at that.

For a while, your mother questioned your insistence on going over to your neighbor’s house to babysit, especially considering your history of being less than willing to interact with children.

“She’s not like most kids,” you lied, waiting for your mother to relent before grabbing whatever bag you needed consisting of your overnight clothes, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible when you walked over to Changbin’s house.

Your mother watched you, at first, standing on the porch as if ensuring that you made it the dozen or so feet separating your yard from that of your neighbor’s. Eventually, she gave up on trying to catch you doing something you weren’t supposed to, but you still kept up appearances, ringing the doorbell and taking a few steps to the side to leave enough room for the screen to rotate on its hinges, offering you the irresistible view of Changbin standing there in all his glory.

“You’re early,” he remarked; although he seemed to take great pleasure in seeing you as early as possible.

“Is that okay?” you asked with a knowing look, and Changbin chuckled while giving you his most arrogant smirk.

In return, you smiled back at Changbin, watching him open the door just a little bit wider in invitation.

It was all you needed before surrendering yourself to whatever delicious and mind-blowing ecstasy awaited on you the other side.

Summer of 69 indeed.

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