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⥠nct dream ďš gender neutral!reader genre fluff, slice of life, angst, suggestive warnings language, suggestive on jenoâs, brief death joke on haechanâs note if yall have any requests let me know 𫶠hereâs the tropes if you canât tell: mark: best friends to lovers. renjun: enemies to lovers. jeno: fwb. haechan: fake dating. jaemin: second chance. chenle: arranged marriage. jisung: brotherâs best friend. i cant remember who inspired this but i do know it was for enhypen lol ( masterlist )
resting on his elbow on your bed, markâs mouth is agape as he stares at you, blinking furiously. was he dreaming? you, who stood in front of the floor length mirror, smooth down your clothes for non-existent dust and smile to yourself, âokay, how about this outfit?â you wait a few seconds before frowning, âmark? helloâ mark?â you wave a hand in front of him and he jolts, âwhaâ? oh, um, yeah, itâs great. you look really goodâ ⌠dude.â he winces inwardly at the name, but you donât bat an eye at it and frown at his seemingly insincere words. âyouâre right, itâs bad. iâm going to change.â mark catches your hand with a laugh, âdude, no! seriously, you look reallyâ âŚâ he trails off, looking hesitant to say the next word, even though heâs said it so many times before so easily. what was different now? ââ pretty. gorgeous,â he says it without even thinking, realizing it the moment you smile bashfully, ducking your head to your chest to try and hide it but failing miserably. he studies your face for a second, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. andâ oh. he wants to kiss you so bad. you, his best friend. oh. oh shit.
renjun doesnât know when the lines blurred from enemies to frenemies to ⌠lovers? crushes? all he knows is that the burning rage that used to fill him every time your mouth opened was now replaced with warmth spreading over his chest and the urge to kick his feet while giggling. words neither of you would dare to speak around your mothers, intended to hurt, were replaced with teasing, playful words with no hint of malice. your head turns swiftly, knocking him out of his daydream as you raise an eyebrow at him, âtake a picture, maybe itâll last longer.â cheeks flushing a subtle red, his eyes narrow at you, âyou might break my camera.â but his pinky creeping towards yours and lips curling up at the ends says how he really thinks. you smile, flipping your hand over and making the first move to intertwine your fingers. his heart stuttered in his chest, âiâ youââ you laugh, squeezing his hand once before going back to your textbook. and, yeah, he was certain heâs never felt this before.
âif you squeeze any harder, i think youâll break the glass,â mark attempts at a joke to diffuse the tension radiating off jeno. jenoâs lips barely twitched up as he glanced down at the glass in his hand before setting it to the side, done drinking for the night. he didnât feel like it anymore when he saw how closely some guy holds you to his side, hand on your waist. he didnât like the funny feeling it gave him and he could only imagine how itâd feel when alcohol was added into the equation. âjeno, dude, when are you gonna make a move? you guys have beenââ he glances around, checking for eavesdroppers even though the music was far too loud for anyone to hear, ââmessing around for months, basically a couple without the label. and you know thereâs more people interested in y/n than just him.â the two look back to the opposite side of the room where the guy was whispering something in your ear, a smirk on his face. âyou need to tell them you want something more than just fuck buddies. or else youâll lose them forever.â
âyouâ WHAT?â haechan winces as your voice grows louder in his ear, casting a quick look around to see if anyone could hear you through the phone. âhyuck! what the fuck?â âdonât act like it wouldnât be a privilege to date me,â haechan scoffs playfully, hiding his nervousness behind humor; as he always did with his emotions. âiâd rather die.â âokay, well, please! my momâs already told everyone in my family that iâm bringing someone, including my sisters!â the mention of his sisters have you going quiet, and he hopes youâre thinking about it on the other end. âgod, haechanâ iââ you sigh in frustration, âhow was my name the first name to pop up in that tiny brain of yours?â he ignores the jab, thinking back to that moment. truthfully, he already knew why you were the first name to pop up in his head when his mom mentioned bringing a date to his family reunion. but you didnât need to know that. not right now, at least. âyou werenât, you were actually my last choice but all my other choices wouldâve said no,â he teases, hearing you scoff in disbelief and he grins. âwhatever. youâre lucky i love your sisters and hate letting them down.â âand me?â he raises an eyebrow, maybe a hint of hope in his voice. âyou wish.â he does.
jaemin swears heâs dreaming when he looks up and sees you. never in a million years did he think you would come back home. not when you tried so hard to leave, anyway. youâre across the aisle, switching your gaze between two spices in your hands when you feel the back of your neck prickling. your head lifts, making eye contact with jaemin immediately. your breath catches, the world freezing around you as the two of you stared at one another. jaemin had only seen glimpses of you through social media the last four years, living your life in some prestigious university with your dream job and dream life in america. he watched your life through pictures like he used to watch you sleep. you break first, raising a hand to wave shyly at him, attempting a weak smile as you didnât know how heâd react. jaemin abandoned his cart, walking closer to you as you set the spices into your cart. âhi,â you breathe out once he stands in front of you. for years, it seemed like you could never catch your breath, always missing just one thing. and now, it seemed like a breath of fresh air, standing in front of him. his lips turned up into a soft smile, eyes shining as he said softly, âhi.â
the hotel room is silent as chenle unlocks the door with the cardkey, letting you in first and doing a quick check of his surroundings before following in. he listens to the click of the lock, eyes following your movements as you grab a change of clothes and your skincare items from your suitcase. he loosens the tie around his neck, kicking his dress shoes off and turning his back towards you. he doesnât intend on saying anything, knowing that this situation is definitely not your favorite thing in the world. while he wished it was on his own terms, he liked that it was you. it was only ever you for him. you just didnât know that. âchenle?â he hums in reply, shrugging off his suit jacket and throwing it on the loveseat. âyou donât ⌠hate me, do you?â his head snaps up, brows furrowing, âwhat?â the word comes out incredulous and you bite your lip, embarrassment sinking in as your cheeks begin to feel warm. âi ⌠i know this isnât ideal, but for me, i know itâs not the worst thing in the world.â he blinks at you. you smile slightly at his dumbfounded expression, âi was angry at first, and i was so ⌠betrayed. but, iâm glad itâs you.â you donât expect a response, heading into the bathroom quietly. he smiles to himself once he fully registers what you just said. iâm glad itâs you. he was, too.
from your spot on the armchair, you watch as jisung rises from his seat on the couch, next to your brother. âiâm getting a drink, anyone want anything?â the rest of your friends and your brotherâs friends chime in with their answers, and you wait a second for anyone to get up and follow after him. but no one does. you smile to yourself before standing, âiâm going to help him, since you assholes wonât.â your brother waves you off, too far into the video game to give a better reply. you sneak up behind jisung, sliding your cold hands up under his t-shirt and he jumps, neck twisting to look at you. âah!â he says a little too loudly, and you shush him. you stay silent before you hear shouts of excitement and disappointment from the living room, turning back to him. âwhat ifââ he starts to say. âas far as they know, iâm helping you with the drinks and snacks,â you poke him in his ribs and he jumps, making you snicker. you stare into each otherâs eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the small moment youâve rarely got since you all came home from college for the summer. at the thought, your face falls and jisung frowns, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes, âwhatâs wrong?â you shake your head, not wanting to ruin the moment but he insists. âi ⌠i really want to tell him, ji.â you frown, watching his face carefully. âthe longer we keep this a secret, the more heâll be mad. i think we should just rip the bandaid off.â at his hesitation, you sigh and step away from him, making him take a step forward to close the distance again. âjisung, if weâre really serious about this, we have to tell him at some time.â you hesitate, â⌠are you serious about me?â his eyes widen, âwhat? yeah, i am. iâve been serious about you since we were seventeen. iâŚâ he looks shy, âyouâre it for me. youâve always been.â your cheeks heat up, eyes darting away shyly at his words as you allow him to close more distance between you two and press a meaningful kiss to your lips. âweâll tell him ⌠after everyone leaves, okay? i donât want to hide anymore. i didnât like it in the first place.â
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pham hanni x fem!reader | one shot
Synopsis: Youâre absolutely wasted at a party. You somehow end up spending the night lamenting to this stranger about how much you miss your ex. You find out the next morning that the stranger is said ex.
Contains: drinking, death-related jokes, cursing
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Like all bad decisions youâve made in your life, it always starts with Danielle.
âPlease,â Danielle begs, standing in the doorway to your room like a toddler whoâs waiting to tell their mom that they just vomited. âJust for tonight.â
You glare at her as you pause your TikTok. âIâm not being your designated driver. Catch an Uber.â
Danielle skips toward your bed and flops on it, resting her chin on the palm of her hand and kicking her feet like a kid. Sheâs putting on this disgusting baby voice. âPlease, Iâm begging you⌠I donât get paid until next week.â
You ignore her and press play on your TikTok. Itâs an edit of Asami Sato, and damn, she is so fine. Youâre blushing and giggling to yourself until Danielle rudely interrupts you by pulling your blanket to the floor, ridding you of its comfortable warmth.
âWhat the fuck!â
She pouts. âPlease? I wonât ask again.â
âYou said that last time,â you give her a blank stare. âAnd the last last time.â
âLast time was five months ago! And I always make it up to you.â
Danielle rolls over on her back, and her head is heavy on your legs. She begins to poke you.
âPlease,â she whines, dragging the word out. You close your eyes as her voice rings in your ears like a mosquito, taking deep breaths to prevent yourself from murdering her.
Danielle is a lovely roommate. She pays her half of the rent on time, she keeps her space tidy, and she always brings you leftovers from the bakery that she works at. Only issue is, sheâs a massive social butterfly. Meaning that wherever she goes, thereâs always a party â either in your own apartment, or someone elseâs.
She keeps trying to explain to you why sheâs like this â saying that sheâs an âEâ for her âMBTDâ or âTMDIâ or whatever, but you couldnât care less. All you know is that you want to peacefully rot in your bed.
But, damn, she can be awfully persuasive. Persuasive meaning incessantly pestering you until you give in.
You sigh in defeat. âGet out before I change my mind.â
Danielle sits up at the speed of light and grins.
âI love you so much,â she presses a sloppy kiss on your hand. You wipe your hand on your blanket in disgust. She then skips out of your room humming some song.
As you force yourself out of bed to get ready, you mentally prepare yourself for the night ahead.
Every time Danielle drags you to one of her parties, you hate her a little more. Which is impossible, because no one hates Danielle. But here you are, cursing her as you stand alone, leaning against the wall, arms folded, and cynical eyes scanning the crowd.
Danielle had practically abandoned you the second the two of you stepped foot in the house, preferring the company of her other friends. You donât mind of course â this is always the standard drill.
There are the people who are not exactly drunk, just a little buzzed, who are mingling with each other, conversations full of giggles and exaggerated voices. Then, there are the people who are drunk, either dancing sloppily on the floor or passed out. You hear a group of people in the backyard cheering someone on to chug. Lastly, thereâs the small group of people who are completely sober, stuck in the same boat as you are.
Okay, so maybe you do mind that Danielle abandoned you. Because youâre stuck here looking like a bitter loner, and in this very moment, you are one. You feel awkward, self-conscious, tired, and extremely bored.
Youâre checking your phone for any new notifications (there are none) when you look up and make eye contact with a familiar face for a split second.
You immediately look back down and open Instagram, pretending that you have something to do. You hope she didnât recognize you. If you canât see her, she canât see you, is what you tell yourself.
You hear footsteps approaching you, but you convince yourself itâs just a stranger walking past.
âHey,â Minji says, a small smile on her face. Nevermind.
âMinji,â you greet her tentatively. âHi.â
Nothing better than seeing your exâs best friend for the first time since the breakup that happened three months ago. As expected, sheâs taken on the role of the responsible one and is sober.
You mull over the past for a split second â youâve never seen Minji tipsy, let alone drunk. Sheâs always been a good friend. It sucks that you guys donât talk anymore, for obvious reasons.
Minji joins you in leaning against the wall. âHow are you?â
âGood. You?â
Youâre not curt because you have something against her â you just have no idea how to navigate these types of social dilemmas. Thereâs no exact rulebook for approaching a conversation with your best friendâs ex, especially an ex who you are still in love with.
âIâm good as well.â
Silence follows after. You fidget awkwardly, pulling out your phone just to stare at the same Instagram feed you were only looking at a few minutes ago. You keep refreshing the feed, but to no avail. Youâre staring at the same reel of a cat playing a rhythm game.
âLook,â Minji says. âWhat happened between you and Hanniââ
Your finger twitches at the mention of her name. You straighten yourself up and rush out an apology. âI gotta go to the bathroom.â
Minji doesnât stop you as you hurriedly weave your way through the mass of sweaty bodies. You donât even know where the bathroom is. It takes you a good ten minutes to find it, and itâs surprisingly vacant.
You lock the door behind you. The air is humid inside, and you feel claustrophobic. The lights are dim. You steady yourself by gripping the sink. Hair is sticking to the back of your neck, and your clothes cling to your sweat.
You let out a deep exhale to collect your thoughts before washing your face. You stare at your reflection, and youâre not sure if you like what you see. Youâre pale and your eyebags are prominent. Youâve lost the fat in your cheeks that Hanni always used toâŚ
You splash water on your face again. If Minjiâs here, then that means Hanniâs definitely here. Fuck, you knew you shouldnât have come today. You close your eyes as the water drips down your face and back into the sink. Itâs been a rough few months.
You grab some tissues to dry yourself and chuck them in the bin before steeling yourself to go back outside. You cautiously creak open the door and peek outside to check if Minji is still there. To your relief, the coast seems clear.
Your eyes scan around the house for a bit longer, searching for another corner to nestle into. And thatâs when you see it. Or, more specifically, her.
Hanniâs leaning on the balcony railing, red solo cup in hand, and the moonlight is gently resting on her. Thereâs someone else with her â she looks familiar but you canât remember her name. It was either Yunjin or Yeonjung. Or it could be Yeojin.
Theyâre laughing together, and Hanniâs eyes are crinkling just like you remember, and you remember the sound of her laughter, and how it was a melody that you were proud to bring out, and God, she just looks so pretty. Like she didnât just go through a breakup.
Then Yunjin/Yeonjung/Yeojin places her hand on Hanniâs waist, and your body goes frigid. You feel hot â anger at first, shame next, and guilt last. And itâs a fiery concoction that burns all over you.
You have no right to be jealous. You force down the lump in your throat and look up at the ceiling until the tears are gone. Fuck. You will not survive the night sober. You take one last glance at Hanni and Yujin/Yeonjung/Yeojin and make up your mind.
You text Danielle: catch an uber, and send her $20 with Apple Cash. Sheâll be fine. You hope. Then, you beeline straight to the kitchen, rummage through the cabinets, and help yourself to a small bottle of Jack Danielâs. Then, you down it.
You grab another bottle of soju from a fridge (peach because itâs the best flavor) to slowly sip on as you settle on some couch. It feels slightly sticky, but beggars canât be choosers. You know youâll be too drunk to care in a second â youâre lucky youâre a lightweight.
Itâs twenty minutes later that you feel the heat encompassing your body and the tip of your ears burning. You can barely hear the music over the pounding of your own heart. You automatically keel over to the side and relish the coolness of a silk pillow.
Youâre mumbling to yourself (and possibly drooling) when you hear a muffled voice.
âHey, you okay?â
Huh, the voice sounds just like Minji, but youâre too sluggish to respond. A few minutes later, thereâs something blissfully cold pushing against your cheek, and then itâs gone. Youâre pulled up so that youâre sitting again, and your head lays against the top of the sofa.
âDrink this,â Minji(?) says, and they guide the bottle to your hand. You shakily take a few gulps, and of course, you spill some of it on yourself, but Minji(?) cleans it up with some tissues.
âThanks,â you mumble.
âDo you have anyone to take you home?â
You try to shake your head, but it makes you feel nauseous and you almost fall face forward off the sofa. Minji(?) luckily catches you and helps you back up.
âIâll be back,â Minji(?) says. âStay still.â
You blearily open your eyes, and everything still seems the same. Every movement of your head feels as though itâs in slow motion, like youâre in some kind of TikTok velocity edit, but worse.
People are still mingling, thereâs still Boat Race and Beer Pong going on, and the night is still young. Your eyes close shut on their own. Your heartbeat is still as loud as ever.
Clearly, your plan to drink in order to forget about your ex didnât work, because just a few minutes after Minji(?) has left, you think of Hanni again.
The two of you met in your first year of university the way most people meet: through a friend of a friend. In this case, the friend of a friend was Danielle. So, in retrospect, at least thereâs one thing you can thank Danielleâs amiableness for.Â
You and Hanni hit it off quite well â both still new and adapting to the unexplored terrain that is university, and despite your initial awkwardness and standoffish nature, you both found an unlikely friendship through your common love for simulation and management games.
(If you scroll all the way back to the top of your message history, it would show your first conversation as you teaching her how to illegally download City Skylines.)
Four months later and after countless movie marathons and one laptop explosion (your Macbook Pro died in flames after you attempted to open the Sims 4 with all its DLCs that you pirated), the two of you officially started dating. The way Hanni asked you out was extremely nerdy, but you think thatâs what made it all the better.
You were both playing Minecraft one night, and while you were in the dark depths of a comically humongous cave, Hanni was doing God knows what up on the surface. Thatâs how it always was: Hanni was the builder and you were the miner. Thereâs no better dynamic than that.
It was relatively silent for around ten minutes until your curiosity got the better of you. âWhat are you doing up there?â
âNothing,â you could hear the smile on her face. âJust building.â
âI know that,â you huffed. âI mean, what are you building?â
A muffled giggle. âSecret.â
You paused your mining. Youâd probably see endless corridors of stone and coal in your dreams. âShould I go back up?â
âNo!â Hanni quickly exclaimed. âPlease, not yet.â
âAlright,â you grumbled, placing down a crafting table to make a new pickaxe. âHurry up, Iâm almost out of food.â
Fifteen minutes later, you heard a meek, âYou can come up nowâ, and then the abrupt sound of her ending the Facetime. You were confused, and you tried to call her back, but to no avail. You spent an embarrassing few minutes trying to remember where the stairs back up were. Eventually, you began the arduous journey back up to the surface, and when you reached the top, your thumb ached from pressing the space key too much.
You saw it immediately. Right next to your cottage was a custom cherry blossom tree with a bench under it. You moved towards it, and a sign caught your attention: âCan we place our beds next to each other from now on? <3â
You laughed to yourself, blushing, and entered the house Hanni made before breaking your bed and placing it next to her pink one. You took a screenshot of this and sent it to her. She replied immediately with a Facetime call back. And that was that.
It was 9 months of this: enjoying each otherâs presence, being disgustingly in love and domestic, opening yourselves up to one another⌠before The End arrived. Maybe you should have seen it coming. You were never good with your emotions though.
(Danielleâs horrified reaction upon seeing your âTâ result after that nonsense test she made you do flashes through your mind.)
Even if you did see it coming, would you have been able to stop it anyway?
Looking back now, it was so obvious. The number of dates dwindled down. The dates that did happen, once full of animated conversation and laughter over silly little things, now consisted of half-hearted and dry replies.
Maybe it was your fault. You know how distant you can get under academic pressure, and especially with a course as demanding as nursing, thereâs barely any time to yourself, let alone Hanni.
The End happened on a Saturday evening. A familiar rhythmic pattern of knocks echoed through your apartment, and you slowly made your way to the door to greet Hanni.
âHey,â you smiled tiredly as you leaned against the doorframe. âI missed you.â
With the hand thatâs not holding takeaway, Hanni squeezed your hand lightly. âI missed you too.â
You both made your way back inside the apartment. You went to your room and slumped back in your chair, continuing your work as Hanni set up the table for dinner. Even though both your schedules were packed, you were glad that you were able to see her once in a while. It sucked, but it had to be enough, was what you told yourself. Little did you know.
At Hanniâs calling of your name, you remember running your fingers through your hair, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath. A second was the plan. You ended up dozing off right then and there, and Hanni had to come in and shake you awake.
Dinner was quiet, save for the sounds of the clinking of cutlery and the occasional slurp. It had been like this for a while. At least there was background noise with the TV playing on some obscure channel. You wondered when this became the norm. The two of you didnât even bother to ask about each otherâs day, because it would elicit the same response: âExhausting.â
You swallowed the last of your food and mentally prepared yourself to drop the bomb.
âHanni,â you started off cautiously. âYou know how weâre in second year now?â
She hummed in response, her eyes meeting yours. You missed when it used to have so much life and love in them.
âWell,â you breath hitched. âI start placement soon. And itâs full-time.â
âOh.â
You both knew it was coming, but you guess it wasnât something you were both prepared to face. Full-time placement typically ranges from four to six weeks, and the university allocates you a location to work at, usually far from home.
Hanniâs face was unchanging, and you hated this. She used to always be so expressive around you. You would always be able to read each other like a book â thatâs how it always was. âHow soon is soon?â
You tapped your finger on the desk nervously. âLike⌠next week type of soon?â
She dropped the chopsticks on the table. âAre you serious? You couldnât tell me sooner?â
âItâs not that deep,â you hastily defended yourself. âA month isnât that bad. At this point, itâs normal for us to not see each other for a month anyway.â
Your tone was harsher than you intended, but in the heat of the moment, your pride and your stress got the better of you. But this was the worst mistake you couldâve made, because it all escalated so fast and so wrongly.
Hanni scoffed in disbelief. âYou say that like itâs my fault. Youâre the one whoâs always busy. Youâre the one constantly canceling our plans. Iâm the only one whoâs trying to keep this relationship together.â
âDonât act like Iâm not trying here,â you gritted your teeth. âYou know my schedule. All the free time I have, I spend it with you.â
âI canât believe youâre guilt-tripping me over wanting to spend more time with you.â
âIâm notââ You stopped yourself from raising your voice. âIâm not guilt-tripping you. You shouldâve told me how you felt rather than just dropping this all on me today. Iâm already stressed enough.â
Hanni let out a scornful laugh. âOh, you canât be the one to talk about dropping bombs. And have the past few weeks not been enough of an indication for you? Youâre too stressed to notice how we literally act like strangers?â
âYou canât expect me to read your mind!â
âWell, I expect you to at least care enough to notice!â
You threw your hands up in exasperation. âLookââ
She cut you off. âWhatever. I donât think this will work out. Especially now that youâre practically going MIA for a month.â
âAre you serious?â You spat. âYou donât think our relationship is worth fighting over? You canât even handle a few weeks?â
The jarring screech of the chair scraping against the floor as Hanni sharply stood up rang in your ears. âI have been fighting. But clearly, youâre too in over your head to see it. Weâre over.â
And with that, she stormed out of the apartment with a thunderous slamming of the door.
Youâre crying. Youâre still at the party, drunk out of your mind, and youâre bawling your eyes out. You at least have some dignity to force yourself up and stumble outside so that no one has to witness what a horrible mess you are.
You drop yourself against the wall, and you hit your head against it. It hurts like hell, and thereâs going to be a bruise tomorrow, and you want to scream so badly. You clench your fists instead, feeling the digging of your nails into your palm, your body racking with sobs as you try to breathe, but itâs too hard.
You couldnât even grieve in the first month, because you were on placement. It did provide a temporary distraction from The End, but at night, when you lay in bed, miles away from home, there was nowhere else to run.
You sat with that weight, that feeling of your body closing in on itself. Tossing and turning, you could only rely on completely crying your eyes out until you were so drained that you had no choice but to fall asleep.
All you were left with each morning was the swelling in your eyes and the ache all over your body.
When you finally finished placement, you did what anyone else would do after a breakup: entirely shut the world out. The only time you left was for mandatory classes, which you barely survived. A cap and mask to hide your miserable self was the solution.
In the third month, Danielle somehow managed to lure you out of your room. She offered you some takeaway from your favorite restaurant, and you were surprised that she didnât pry. You mustâve looked really bad. After that, you gradually assimilated yourself back into normal society and got a grasp of your usual routine.
What hurt most was that it wasnât hard to live without Hanni, because you had already been separate and distant before you even broke up. The other hardest part was learning how to move on, because it was something you never thought youâd have to do.
You didnât want to move on though, and although Danielle reassured you that it was fine (you finally broke and told her everything one night when she found you drunk on the couch blabbering to yourself), there was this nagging feeling in your chest that it was the right thing to do.
After all, it was your fault.
You hear the door of the house open and there are faint voices floating around. âCheck if sheâs outside.â
Some time passes by before a soft voice calls out your name. This is followed by a few gentle taps on your cheek.
You curl yourself up and turn away from the stranger, your voice small and croaky. âLeave me alone.â
âIâm gonna take you home.â
You shake your head. âI donât want to.â
A few seconds pass by with no response. You assume mystery person has left, but they speak up again. âWhy?â
âIâm sad,â your words come out nasally because of your blocked nose. âIâm really really really sad.â
You hear a sigh before the mystery person sits next to you, a few inches apart. âDo you want to talk about it?â
âI miss my ex,â you whine. âI miss her so much.â
âUmââ
âI want her back,â you continue, slurring your words. âIâm so stupid. So stupid.â
Mystery person listens silently.
âAnd the universe keeps reminding me of her. Yesterday, I was playing the Sims, and the Sim I made of her burnt my house down. She must really hate me.â
â...You made a sim of her?â
You sniff. ���Yes. And I made one of me. And I made us marry.â
Mystery person laughs quietly. The two of you sit there and focus on the muffled music from the party for a few minutes.
âDid you really mean it?â They suddenly ask.
âMean what?â
âThat you want her back.â
The question makes you burst into tears again.
âYes,â you ramble. âI miss her so much⌠I want her back⌠Iâd do anythingâŚâ
Your voice grows weaker with every passing word. You pass out after a minute of repeating the same thing over and over again.
You wake the next morning with a killer headache and swollen eyes. Huh, this doesnât feel too unfamiliar. Youâre snuggling yourself deeper into the bedsheets, but then you realize that this is way too comfortable to be your own bed. You blink your eyes open, adjusting your vision, and thankfully the room is dark, otherwise you wouldâve been flashbanged.
Oh my god, your mind eventually registers. This is not your room. This is Hanniâs room.
You sit up in shock and horror. It makes you nauseous but you hold it down. How on earth did you end up in her room?
You can hear some shuffling outside the door. Okay, you think. Two options here. Best case scenario: Itâs Minji, and you can awkwardly say hi and bye. Worst case scenario: Itâs Hanni. There is no current thought as to how you will approach the situation.
Then you hear humming, and just your luck, itâs Hanni.
Okay, you think to yourself again and look out the window, is it possible to survive that jump? (It isnât.) Your brain runs through hundreds of methods to somehow suddenly die, but none of them are plausible.
Hanni approaches the door, and you quickly hide under the sheets and pretend to be asleep.Â
She flicks the light on. âI know youâre awake.â
You sheepishly peek out from under the covers.
âGo brush your teeth and shower,â Hanni says. Then, in a smaller voice, as if embarrassed, she continues, âYour toothbrush is still there.â
You stand in the shower, contemplating all of your life decisions that have led to this very moment. You brush your teeth, still contemplating all your life decisions. You consider sending a text to Danielle, something along the lines of: I HATE YOU!!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!, but thatâs not very fair to her.
You decide on sending a nicer text: hi i hope you got home okay⌠sorry for not staying sober!
You pace around the bathroom, thinking of what to say to Hanni when you step out. You could just take off and run, but youâre probably not coordinated enough to do that. Guess itâs time to be the bigger person and have a mature conversation.
You take one big dramatic step into the living room of her apartment. Minji isnât home, it seems. You gulp as you see Hanni, back turned to you as sheâs cooking breakfast. Thereâs already a glass of water and Advil waiting for you on the table.
You wordlessly sit down and gratefully take it. After a while, Hanni sets the table up, and this takes you back to the day of The End. You sit there, frozen, but then she stares at you in confusion and you remind yourself to eat like a normal human being.
âSo,â Hanni says after a bit. âDo you remember anything from last night?â
âNo,â you fidget in your seat. âDid I do something bad?â
âYou said you missed me. And wanted to get back together.â
âOh,â you swallow.
Hanni tilts her head. You still canât read her. âDid you mean it?â
You play around with your scrambled eggs. â...Yes?â
She continues to stare at you.
âI did,â you say, a bit more firmly this time, albeit shakily. âAnd Iâm sorry â for everything. I took you for granted⌠and I shouldâve been more considerate of your time and your feelings.â
A pause.
âIâm sorry as well,â Hanni bites her cheek. âI shouldnât have expected you to know how I felt.â
Another pause. âAnd I miss you too.â
âTruce?â You offer an awkward smile.
Hanni puffs out her cheeks. âNo more last-minute news?â
âNo more last-minute news.â
âSpend more time with me? Quality time?â
You nod. âTell each other how we feel?â
âTell each other how we feel,â Hanni repeats. Then she says in a serious tone, so serious that you almost donât believe what youâre hearing. âBuy me Planet Zoo?â
âBuy you⌠Planet Zoo?â
Hanni swiftly hooks her pinky into yours before you can stop her. âYou pinky promised!â
Unbelievable.
âWhatever,â you mutter with a smile.Â
Planet Zoo is a small price to pay to get the love of your life back.
(âOkay, how drunk was I on a scale of one to ten?â
âOh, you were so drunk.â
âI said on a scale of one to ten.â
âLike, passed out on the floor, crying, mumbling my name scale of drunk.â
âOkay, not my finest moment. But you were there with Yunjin⌠or Yeonjung. Or Yeojin. What else was I meant to do?â
âYujin. Itâs Yujin.â
âOh⌠Agree to never mention this again?â
âNope. Love you.â)
Dedicated to user shuxiii⌠hope you enjoyed if you are reading thisâŚ
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Grandier ch1 + ch2
Chapter 1 512
Erin wasn't paying attention to the hotel staff when he checked in. He was drunk out of his mind at 3AM in a city he didn't even know, so when he awoke to a man who had to be over 6 feet tall standing in the corner of his room. He freaked out. Sure it could be waved off as room service, except this guy didn't have a cleaning trolley, or a broom, he didn't even have a duster. He was just standing there hunched over in the corner, breathing like a dog. Maybe it's cause he was hungover, the guy in the corner wasn't real, he was just a figment of his imagination. "Hello?" He said, even though he was mostly convinced this man was fake. The man's head twitched "Who are you? What's going on?" He asked, a bit more freaked out. It's head twitched again, and then it spoke. "You're in the Grandier hotel." He freaked for a second before grabbing the phone number list from the bedside table. The supposed figment of his imagination knows the name of the hotel he's in that he definitely did not just a second ago. "Are you real?" He asks after a few seconds of silence. "Yes." It answers a bit too quickly. "OkayâŚ" He murmurs before sitting up, swinging his legs to the side, and slips his feet to where he put his shoes last night. They're not there. He looks down. No shoes. Maybe he just kicked them off? Right? He looks around the room, no shoes. He looks to the other side of the bed. No shoes. "Where are my shoes?" "Room 205." It answers again a bit to fast. "What room is this?" "Room 512." It answers still at that uncomfortable speed. "Why the fuck are my shoes in a different room?" His mind is reeling, what in the hell is happening? "You wake up in a different room every time you go to sleep" It answers in that same tone it always has, like a machine. "I'm leaving this damn hotel" He mutters as he gets off the bed. "You can not." It says, this time with an edge of what seems like anger to it's voice. "What do you mean I can't?!" He's getting really annoyed. "There is no leaving the Grandier hotel." It says a bit faster, as if it's anger is building. He stomps over to the door, swings it open and walks out, slamming it behind him. He marches down the hallway, steps into the elevator. And his mind goes blank. There is an entire wall of buttons. He can't even see the end of the corridor. "What the FUCK" He yells as he punches the seemingly endless button console. The doors close, and the elevator begins going down. Its about 45 seconds in that he starts getting concerned. Elevators don't normally take this long right? He thought to himself as he paced in circles near the door. It takes another minute and a half before the elevator dings. Floor 32 the display says. He looks down the hallway, the hallway he can't see an end to. What the fuck is going on?
Chapter 2 Hilbert
Erin looked back down at the button panel, hesitated, and pressed the button labeled 0. The doors close, same as before, and the elevator begins to move down, the same as before. It's not that long before it dings. The display above the door reads Lobby. He walks out. The first thing to catch his attention is the lack of doors, theres windows, but they are just white, bright light. No doors though. The second thing to catch his attention is the chatter from the room to the left, he walks over, and peaks in. There's people, a lot of people, and there seems to be just enough chairs for all of them. Save for as singular empty chair close by the door. He walks over. Pulls the chair out, and sits down. The people at the table turn to him, and all, in somewhat unison, ask. "New guy?" "Yeah. What the fuck is going on?" He answers a bit delayed. One of them, the woman across from him, giggles a bit before smiling warmly. "Welcome to the Grandier. Emphasis on the Grand." The person to his right sighs. "It's infinte. She means its infinite." He pauses for a second, staring down at the cold glass table below him. "Lot more tame of a reaction than I expected." The person to his left comments. "Sorry I justâŚ" He sighs "My family is gonna do my funeral under my dead nameâŚ" The person to his right grits their teeth "Yeah I can see why that sucks." He sighs before sitting up. "Oh well, Emily Hawthorne died the second I got my tits and hair chopped off anyways." "Thats a concerningly positive outlook." The person to his left pipes in. "I'm Erin, by the way." He adds, realizing there were never any introductions. The woman infront of him speaks next. "Scarlett" Then the person to his right. "Jamey" And finally the person to his left. "Dalia" They sit in relative silence for a moment before Erin speak again. "So is there like⌠a government system?" The people at the table exchange some glances before Jamey, the one to his right, speaks up. "We travel in groups of four set by when we get here. Sometimes groups will travel together and exchange members." "So like⌠tribes?" Erin asks. Dalia, the one to his left speaks. "No. Tribes are a different thing. Tribes are groups of feral freaks who live between the 200-500th floors and eat people." Erin pauses for a moment, lips pursed. "Well, that's nice." Scarlett speaks this time. "Indeed. So I'm assuming you've met Hilbert?" Erin's face contorts for a second. "Who's Hilbert?" Dalie smirks and points to the roof. "About yey tall, breathes like a dog, gets mad when you talk about leaving." "Oh, HilbertâŚ" Erin says before staring into the distance. "Hilbert" Jamey says, nodding.
Based on Hilbert's paradox of the Grand Hotel
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lazy song, e.m.
summary: the tour life gets tiring when days and days go by without adequate sleep or you by his side. so when there were finally a few days between tour dates, he was able to take a much-needed break.
pairing: metalhead!eddie munson x fem!reader
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warnings: a glimpse of smut (mdni), eating out, dirty talk, aftercare, mentions of masturbation, fluff, lots of just overall adorable eddie.
a/n: this is the first oneshot i've written in a long time so i'm sorry if it turns out poorly. and if it does, as siblings in christ y'all are obligated to tell me <3 enjoy! p.s. i listened to bruno mar's the lazy song while writing this.
eddie munson graduated in 1986. soon after, he rose to fame with his band, corroded coffin. with his number one supporter, y/n, beside him at all times.
but he needed a break.
just like every metalhead eventually does. he needed to take some time for himself and really experience his happiness, and he wanted to do that with you.
"today, i don't feel like doing anything," eddie said to you through the phone. "i just wanna lay in my bed, ya know?"
"of course, darling. you deserve it. i'm sure the tour has been super hectic. you deserve a day of rest," you twirled your hair.
"with all the calls from my manager, i just don't feel like picking up my phone."
"so, tell them to leave a message at the tone," you giggled at him. the life of a metalhead.
after a couple more minutes of speaking to one another, you both hang up the phone. you had been packing for your flight that night when your boyfriend of three years called to check up on you. you had taken the initiative to surprise him on tour, knowing all the information you needed to see eddie, thanks to gareth. so you were on the latest flight that night so you could see him tomorrow morning, knowing he need to get some rest- something that wasn't going to be happening when you were there.
eddie, however, couldn't get his mind off of you. he really didn't feel like doing anything and luckily, he could do just that since the band had a couple of days before they had to go back on the bus.
so there he was, sitting on the couch when he decided that he was going to kick his feet up and stare at the fan. he grabbed the remote and turned the tv on.
eddie's mind still made its way back to you. the thought of you. god, he loved you so much. the way you supported him, your constant love and affection, the smile you always wore, your unique curves, and your body... eddie bit his lip, the growing bulge in his pants.
fuck it.
he threw his hand in his pants. hell, nobody's gon' tell him he can't. he had his own room, no bandmates. his own privacy.
and what other way best to relax than this?
he just wished you were there with him.
the next day came too soon. the sun cascading his face as it made its presence known from the crack in the curtains. he sighed and covered his head with the pillow. he wanted just a couple more hours of sleep since he was so sleep deprived due to the constant rattling of the bus and the inability to sleep next to his girlfriend. something he couldn't get used to the last few months.
there were three small knocks on his hotel door.
he laid there, thinking it was just housekeeping. why would they knock if he had the do not disturb sign on the doorknob? maybe it was a mistake. he shook it off, not moving from his bed.
three more knocks.
oh god, it was probably his manager. eddie didn't answer any phone calls yesterday. in fact, the only person he talked to was you. you both had agreed on a specific time to call that worked for both of you since you were getting your masters and him on tour. he wouldn't miss that phone call even if he was out in the middle of the desert. he would make it work.
three more knocks, harder this time.
eddie sighed and stood up, walking to his hotel door.
more knocks.
"i'm coming!" he grumbled.
opening the door to see his door's abuser, he was about to give a firm talking to- you. you stood there, a bag on your arm and your suitcase handle in your hand.
"hi, eds," you beamed.
"y/n!"
if eddie was ever framed for murder, it would be because he hugged someone so hard that he accidentally unalived 'em.
"eds, squishing, me, need, oxygen," you said in between breaths.
eddie pulled away from you, hands on your arms. he couldn't believe you were there. he cupped your cheeks, the biggest smile on his face.
"i can't believe you're here! how did you-"
"gareth told me all the details so i could surprise you!"
he kissed your forehead and pulled you in again.
"god, i missed you so much, y/n. you have no idea," he held you close, his right hand playing with your hair. he was scared to let go of you, thinking that if he did then you would disappear and that this was just a really nice dream.
"you gonna let me in or are we gonna make love in the hall?" you asked, taking in his scent. you missed him so much.
it had been three months since the two of you last saw each other. so a reunion was much needed.
eddie flushed and nodded, grabbing your bags since you had dropped them with a sudden embrace. "make love, huh?" he raised an eyebrow.
you giggled and nodded, him setting down your bags onto the couch. you took in his appearance. he had a bedhead, something you missed seeing on him. his smile was contagious, while he stood in his boxers. you grabbed his hand, intertwining fingers.
before you knew it, his lips were on yours.
he tasted intoxicating. his lips meshing perfectly with yours. his right hand held yours, his left cupping your cheek as he caressed soft circles onto your skin.
his hand lowered from your cheek to your neck, tightening his grip slightly. you grinned into the kiss, biting his lip and pulling on it gently before completely stepping away from him.
"c'mon, mr. metalhead," you winked as you stepped away from him, walking towards the bed that was separated from the living and kitchen rooms. "let's have some really nice sex."
"fuck, eddie! this is great!" you screamed out, hands in his hair.
eddie was a god with the way his mouth worked your heat. his tongue ran up your slit to be met with your clit, but he didn't do anything. his breath against your mound caused you to shiver, you looked down at him, eyes meeting. "I've dreamt about you every night this week, pretty girl."
you swallowed, breathing heavy. you bit your lip. his lips came in contact with your clit. eyes never leaving yours. your mouth opened to an 'o' shape as he sucked. your nerves sensitive to his touch.
"fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned as he continued his worked his mouth.
eddie was eating you out like he was starved. like he hadn't had anything to eat in months. it was intense. it was everything you missed.
as you focused on his movements, your eyes shut and your head back as he licked and sucked. you bit your lip as you started to feel like you were high. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.
he wanted you to cum. he wanted you to scream his name so everyone knew you were his. he didn't care if the phone ringing was the hotel staff. he didn't care if his bandmates couldn't sleep. he waited so long to feel you. to have you to himself. to take you. to worship you.
"eddie-"
he kept going.
"eds, baby..."
he looked up at you and gave you a devilish smile. he moved his fingers to your entrance, tongue still working its magic on your clit as his fingers entered your pussy.
"oh my god, eddie," you cried out, his hand moved from your thigh to your hand, holding it as he kept sucking.
"you're so pretty, baby," he muttered between sucking. "such a pretty girl, coming all the way here for me."
his fingers quickened. in and out. in and out. in and out.
it had been so deprived of his touch. it was like his fingers were heaven. and his dick? you couldn't wait to feel him. he'd make you meet god.
"cum for me, pretty girl."
and you did. hard. his fingers not stopping, giving your body chills as you rode out your high. your hips meeting his fingers, eyes droopy as you looked at him. he tasted your juices, fingers slowing down, appreciating your pussy by pushing your juices back into your pussy. fuck, he couldn't wait for that to be his cum.
eddie held you as you both lay sprawled out in the white sheets. "after the tour, i might mess around and get my college degree," he whispered to you as he drew circled onto your arm. your head on his chest.
"yeah?" you looked at him, a little shocked at his statement.
"yeah, i bet my old man would be so proud of me," he laughed lightly. "i wanna teach little ones how to be metalheads."
you glanced up at him, kissing him softly. "i think that would be amazing. i think you'll go so far, eds. doing whatever you want to. you're so determined," you said as you moved the small hairs that were sticking to his face with sweat. "and i'll be here every step of the way."
eddie hummed as he pulled you on top of him. hands on your thighs as he pulled you down to meet his lips.
"mmm... but sorry, pops, you'll just have to wait," he said as he deepened the kiss.
and with him hardening under you, you knew your night was far from over.
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Yb(TeddyBear) x Reader
"Before I go, I wanted to get you something special." Your dad says, turning around to rummage in his bag. You watched his back in curiosity, wondering what he would have gotten his 22-year-old daughter. He was going on a business trip for about 2 weeks, but every time spent away from you, your dad always got you something. Mostly plushies, or some childish stickers. It started as a kid, your dad would always have to leave due to business trips, so it's kind of sweet he still does it.
"Tada!" He excitedly says, turning around while holding a large plush in his hands. In his hands, he held a rather large stuffed bear. It wore a black vest with a blue shirt, housing a rather cute black and white heart. It's fur was grey, with large blue eyes.
You smiled at him, thinking that the bear was incredibly cute for just being a stuffed bear. "Aw dad, he's so adorable!" You squealed, taking the bear from your dad's hands. He puffed out his chest in pride due to your reaction.
"I bought him in the cafe next to your work, they said he was one of a kind. I'm pretty sure he has a name too, check the tag." You rolled the tag on the bear's back around and looked at the tiny words. Your boyfriend- Peter!
"So your names Peter huh?" You smile and hold the bear to your chest. "Thank you dad, this is much better than those paw patrol stickers from last time." You playfully roll your eyes as your dad clutches his chest in a playful manner.
"You hurt me Y/n, I thought that was your favorite show." He fakes his painful expression as you laugh.
"Yeah, from like when I was 5!" You shout at your dramatic dad. Once the giggling fades, you move in to hug him. "Stay safe, ok?" You mumble into his chest. Your dad wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter in.
"I'll be back before you know it." He kisses the top of your head and lets you go, moving to enter his car. As he drives off, you wave goodbye. Returning your focus on the bear in your arms, you smile as you run your fingers through his soft fur. Entering the house, you make your way towards your bedroom.
Placing the bear on your bed, you settle him between your pillows before leaving the room. "What to do now.." You mumble just as your stomach growls. Food, of course. You hadn't even eaten breakfast. It was just 5 minutes past 9 AM. Your dad usually leaves early on business trips, so you wake up to say goodbye.
Entering the kitchen, you go to prepare some food. The day moves on as you do your usual activities on your off days. Clean the house, get some groceries, dread going to work the next day. You decided to try and relax, preparing a hot enough to melt your bones bath. Perfect.
You stripped in the bathroom, setting your clothes on the counter before realizing you forgot one thing. Wrapping a towel around your nude body, you enter your room for a candle to light. You then notice how your bear was suddenly not on your bed. Your brows furrow as you stepped closer to your bed before feeling a soft plush under your foot. You yelp and scramble backward, tripping on your own feet before falling on your ass.
You moan in pain as your rub your pained butt, looking forwards at the monster that tripped you. It was.. Peter? "Peter? How did you get on the floor?" The window wasn't open, preventing the breeze from coming in. Even though you don't think a little breeze would knock over a plush bear. Your exposed legs closed as you move to crawl towards your bear.
In doing so, your towel got caught under your knee, pulling it down from your chest. There you sat, crawling towards your bear in the nude. You didn't really care, there was no one else but you home and besides, you walked around this house naked before. You got to your bear, taking hold of its.. Hot body?
Was it in the sun or something? His fur felt warm as well a pink tint on its cheeks. Maybe you just didn't see the pink outside. You stood up, holding the bear to your chest before placing it back on your bed. "Now you stay there, alright?" You say, pointing a finger at the grey bear before grabbing the items you need, making your way back to the bathroom.
The day went on with no more predicaments. You relaxed in your bath, ate as much as you wanted without annoying comments.. And soon enough the day was coming to an end. Changing into your pj's, you stripped once more in your room and threw on a t-shirt and some shorts.
Washing your face, you hopped back into your room and jumped onto the bed. Bouncing up and down with your new teddy, you smiled before pulling out your phone. You brought the bear under your arms, looking as though you're cuddling it as you scroll through social media.
Eventually, you got tired and put away your phone on the nightstand. Turning off your light, you rolled over, away from the plush before falling asleep. As the clock reached 12, your bed suddenly bore new weight.
Your bear disappeared from view, instead, a man took its place. Beside you, the man silently watched as you slept. He wore the same as his stuffy counterpart, but with the addition of black pants. Blue eyes, almost suffocating, stared at your unconscious body.
Feeling his grin widen, so did his boxers. "Oh darling, I almost couldn't control myself after that show you pulled earlier.." He whispered as his hand ghosted your cheek, almost touching your warm skin before stopping himself. He got off the bed, making his way to the other side, towards where you've turned.
Leaning down, his face stood in front of yours. His breathing turned heavy as he stared at your face. Cheeks dusted with red blush, a large tent formed in his pants. Soon, the pounding of his cock beneath his clothes became too much for him. Growing annoyed, he figured he can just relieve himself while watching you..
The next day was busy. Having to get up early, get ready for work, and whatnot. Thankfully, the shift seemed to end quickly. Although you hate it when it gets super busy, it does make the time fly by. When you got home, you kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the shower.
Walking in your room to grab your pj's, you smile as you spot Peter on the bed. "Hi Peter, did you get lonely when I was gone." You asked the stuffed animal.
...
Why are you talking to a plushie.
After your shower, you flopped down on your bed. Grabbing the bear, you set him on your chest as you stared into your phone. Peter couldn't see your face but did feel your breasts underneath him. Rising up and down from your breathing, he watched you as scrolled endlessly.
The first week went by quickly, your routine being work, shower, lounge around. Maybe do some chores here and there, obviously you had a little more control when your dad was out, and do some snack trips.
All the while, every night when the clock hits 12, your little bear would turn into a 6'5 man. Who is awfully obsessed with you. He wishes you would take him everywhere, feeling anger every time you leave him on the bed. But it's to be expected, you still only know of his toy form. That would change this week.
Only having a week until your father gets home, he doesn't want to miss his chance to introduce himself. He doesn't know why he waited this long anyway, I guess it's just so fun to watch your sleeping face as he.. Uh, does his 'activities'.
As of right now, it was about 11:50. Just 10 more minutes. He could wait that long. You had already gone to bed, sleeping like an angel, but facing away from him. He grumbled as the clock took its time ticking.
But alas, it struck midnight. He stretched his stiff body, staying in the same position every day unless you readjusted him. He moved his weight off the bed, walking over to the side where you lay before kneeling down.
He smiled as he leaned in close, feeling your soft breaths through your nose on his. Watching you sleep was a ritual, but recording every detail of you was a way of art. The way your nostrils flared slightly as you breathed out, your lips growing dryer throughout the night, and your beautiful open eyes..
Opened eyes?
The first thing you usually woke up to was either your nightstand or the ceiling. Not a pair of large, blue eyes. Wait, blue eyes? You shot up, away from the strange man as you scooted to the other side of your bed.
"Who are you." You shakily spoke, feeling around the bed for anything you could use as a weapon. In doing so, you realize your bear is now missing. Your eyes now pierce the stranger on the other side of the bed, not daring to move as he stares at you. Wait a minute..
He looks familiar. His clothing reminds you of your bear. As well as his eyes.. And skin too?? "Peter..?" You whisper, furrowing your brows. His eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face.
"Yes! I'm your boyfriend." He comes up on the bed, sitting in front of you as confusion racks your brain.
"Wait- Are you really my stuffed bear?" He nods. "But how? You're a stuffed BEAR! Not a human? Are you a cursed bear or something?" You look at his skin, trying to find any markings of curses or what not when he grabs your hands softly.
"I'm not cursed. I turn into a human at midnight each night." He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your hand. "You're really cute when you sleep." Bringing your hand up, he rubs his cheek against your palm, all the while as he stares at you.
Your mouth opens, flabbergasted at what you've just been told. Your bear can turn into a human. Each night. And he's been staring at you while you sleep?? "How come you didn't tell me before? You could have just woken me up."
"You're always so busy in the mornings, and I want you to get your beauty rest.~" He mumbles, rubbing his face into your hand. You let it happen, a bit weirded out but I mean, it is your bear. Your bear.. That saw you naked... MULTIPLE TIMES.
OH MY GOD.
Your cheeks suddenly flush, remembering all the times you've been naked in your room the past week. The first day burns into your mind. He takes notice of your blush, grinning as he guesses what you're thinking about.
"You know, I've seen your body so many times yet you have never seen mine." Great observation dude, this is the first time I'm learning about it too.
"What are you saying?" His rubbing stopped, seeing him lick his lips before bringing his head up. My hand falls onto my lap as he grins.
"If you want.. I could show you." He's offering to show you his body? Actually, you've never seen a man's body. In-person, of course. It's not like you haven't had boyfriends, but you never got close enough for 3rd base. This- your teddy bear is now offering to show you his junk.
...
You were a little curious.
"I've listened to the videos you watched, and albeit I'm still furious that you would look at other bodies while pleasuring yourself but, I've only ever heard male voices." Your face burned in shame. Completely forgetting most of the time that your bear was right beside you as you touched yourself, he was right.
Your history consisted of mostly guys jerking off. You just found it fascinating and fucking hot, how they came. The different ways they would touch themselves too, and their small groans of pleasure.. Thinking about this is getting you a little wet..
"Oh um well.." You didn't know what to say. 'Yes, I wanna see your dick.' ?? God you were such a virgin. He watched you with a smirk, watching as your eyes zoomed everywhere but his eyes. He could tell you wanted to say yes, but you were just too embarrassed. Cute.
Slowly, he grabbed hold of your hands and placed them on his chest. You let out a quick 'eep' as you felt his hard chest. Looking up towards him, his encouraging smile allowed you to run your hands over his shirt. Your hands were a bit shaky at first, but you kept telling yourself this was alright. It was your stuffed bear anyways.
Moving one hand down, you poked his belly button, making him laugh a bit. That seemed to ease you, moving your hands more freely around his chest. You got curious, wanting to see under the vest and shirt.
You inched your hands down, looking up at him as you do so. You flick your fingers under his shirt, slowly pulling it up. He stared at you and grinned, allowing you to do so. "My, so eager.." Â
"Shh!" You blushed as you lifted his shirt up. He took off his vest as you placed your hand just below his collar bone, holding up the shirt as your other hand cautiously touches his free skin.
His skin was cold, and grey. Flinching at your first touch, you watch in awe as his stomach clenches before relaxing. His belly button was small, a cute innie. Your hand moved up from his hips towards his nipples. They were a darker shade of grey than him, small as well.
You ran your fingers over his right one, instantly becoming hard from your touch. Your cheeks flushed with heat and color as he arched his back, pushing his chest out towards you. You softly pinched one, making him let out a soft moan. You immediately release his nipple and throw your hands up, shocked. His shirt fell after your hand left, as his eyes stared at you in confusion. "Did I do something wrong, darling?" His whispered voice made you want to writhe in excitement. You made a guy feel good! Even moan! Your fantasies were coming true, and oh boy were you gonna milk this.
"N-no.. I just got a little excited." You mumble, fanning yourself with your hands. His face morphed into one of pure delight, his cheeks dusted with the same pink as you. Lifting his hand up, he pulled his shirt up and grabbed one of your hands, placing your palm against his chest once more.
"Then by all means.. Continue to explore." You felt your legs twitch as you got even more aroused. Now with another free hand, you used both to play with his nipples. Twisting, flicking, pulling, all the while a large tent was forming under his pants. You wondered what it would feel like licking his nipples.. Should you- ask?
...
"Can I.. Can I lick them?" Peter almost creamed in his pants. Figuring you were too far though, he grabbed your waist and pulled you upon his lap.
"You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours." He answered, begging in his head that you would do much more than lick his nips. You licked your lips as you stared at his swollen nipples, moving your head closer towards his chest before your mouth was almost touching one of them.
You opened your mouth, lolling out your tongue before giving a quick flick onto one of them. Peter's body flinched at the cold contact, creating a jolt of pleasure straight to his pelvis. You pulled his nipple into your mouth, twirling it around your tongue. He let out more moans, encouraging you to do more.
Softly biting into his skin, he continued to be at your mercy. You released him from your mouth, looking at the bite marks encased into his skin. You grinned, staring at his flushed face. "I didn't know you were so sensitive." You teased, trailing a finger around his abused nipple.
He smirked, deciding to say nothing but look down. Following his gaze, you suddenly realized that you were subconsciously grinding against his knee. You opened your mouth but closed it after not knowing what to say. God, how desperate were you?
"Didn't know you were so horny y/n." He let his shirt fall and grabbed your waist, moving you back and forth faster on his knee. You jolted and moaned, the feeling of someone else pleasuring you was far better than you expected.
"Mmm.. Oh god.." You clutched onto his shoulders as he swayed you, your shorts doing little to nothing in resistance, which you thanked. You jolted every time you moved, your breathing heavy as you felt nothing which you've felt before. You wanted more.
"Peter.. Do you wanna do it?" You moaned into his ear, still clutching onto his shoulders. He stopped moving you, softly pushing you off his knee and onto your back. Leaning over you, his wide blue eyes stared into yours. Rose dusted his cheeks as his tongue licked his lips.
"I've been waiting since day 1 to do this to you, darling." He leaned down, rubbing his head against your breasts. You bit your lip as your thighs trembled in anticipation. You could see his cock against his pants, trying to escape.
This would be your first time seeing a real cock. In person. Up close. And very, very, personal. He removed his head, touching his fingers against your shirt before pulling it off you. He stopped to admire, watching as your chest rises and falls, remembering the time he had sat there. God, you were so warm.
He moved down, pulling down your shorts. Easy enough, but he stopped at your underwear. Dragging his fingers over your clothed slit, you whined at the consistent pounding of your clit. "Patient love, like I have been.." He growled as he continued pushing into your clit. Due to how wet you were, your underwear soon became drenched at the constant pushing. He soon takes off your underwear, coming over you once more as he leaned down.
With the underwear in his hands, he takes a long lick up the cloth, sapping up all your juices. You watch, mouth agape. That was fucking hot. He smirked at your blinded reaction, too red to move. Throwing the panties on the ground, he pushed your legs up before spreading them apart.
Resting in front of you, it was now time for the grand show. "Are you ready to take me all dear?" He purred, reaching for his zipper.
"Yes! I want your cock inside me, please!" You cry, all the teasing from him was too much for your virgin self. He chuckled as he unzipped his pants, his cock almost protruding from his boxers. You breathed heavily as you stared at his erection. Such a pervert.
He brought down his boxers, pulling them down to his knees. There, his cock stood at full attention. "Is it- uh, always this big?" You gulped, seeing the size. He laughed, bringing a hand to your cheek, swiping his thumb against your skin.
"Only when I see you, darling."
"Will it fit?" You question.
Like an idiot.
"Of course it will. Don't worry, you'll only feel a little bit of pain. If it hurts, I'll take it out, alright?" He promised, giving you an oscar worthy smile. You relaxed a bit, trusting him enough to stick it in you. Just like your doctor.
You breathed out and nodded, confirming you still wanted to do it. He positioned himself over you, his tip touching your entrance. "Just relax, alright?" He leaned down, giving you the first kiss of the evening. Your lips mushed together, you being a bit less experienced but still, it was romantic.
Pulling away left a string of saliva, turning you on even more. He stroked himself over your slit before slowly pushing himself inside. The tip was alright, but past that it started to hurt. You grabbed onto his arms and squeezed, stopping him immediately. He nuzzled into your neck as you breathed, trying to relax.
As soon as you were ready, you nodded against his head. He kissed your shoulder before pushing himself further in. You breathed in and out, trying to relax. "I'm- in." He panted, resisting the urge to destroy you.
"Your so- b..big." You moan, clenching his arms. He chuckled, sweat growing on his forehead.
"Thank you dear, you're the perfect fit for me." He waited until you were alright, slowly pulling out as you gave him a nod. Pushing himself back in, you gasped. Continuing to do so slowly, pain turned into less pain before it turned into pleasure.
"F-faster." You moan into his ear. He complied happily, turning up the heat with his hips. The slapping of skin commenced in the room, panting and moans swirled around the 4 walls as sweat dripped.
His thrusts were hard, pushing himself in and out of your wet hole. His cock shone from your juices as he panted in your ear. Him being inside you excited you, but hearing his groans and pants? You thought you were already close to cumming.
His hands suddenly went to your hips, gripping into your skin as he pounded harder into you. Was he already close? His thrusts suddenly went wild, pounding into you harder and harder. You saw his thighs start to shake before he lets out a long, low groan.
Hot liquid shoots into you, leaving him blinded with pleasure. His hips go into auto as he pumps his seed into you, filling you up before he stops. Pulling out of you, a trail of liquids follows him out. Great, now you'll have to wash your sheets, but to be honest, that was far from your worries.
You hadn't even cum yet! You felt him all up, let him in and you don't even get to cum?? He lays next to you, panting. You watch as his breathing slows from hurried gasps. "Had fun?" You mumble, staring into his eyes.
"Yes, you felt amazing darling." He lifts himself up, before rolling to hover over you. You're trapped under his arms, smiling at what's about to happen. "Don't think I haven't felt your glares at me, I'll get you to cum too, dear~" Â He smirks as he leans down, head before your entrence.
Is he gonna..? After he put it in?!
That's hot.
You grin as you felt his hands trailing your thighs before clutching onto them. You start to feel his breath on your clit, waiting in anticipation for what's to come. You squeal as you felt the first lick. His long tongue spreading along your whole slit. It's so wet and warm, mixing with his own cum. He doesn't seem to mind though, lapping it all up along with your juices.
You moan as he gets into it, taking your clit into his mouth as he sucks. Placing a hand on his head, you softly urge him into you further, making him suck harder. Biting your lip, you muffle your moans as he twirls your clit along his tongue.
You buck your hips into his mouth, your breasts bouncing along with your body. You place your other hand onto your tit, rubbing and squeezing your nipple. It seems to boost your arousal, suddenly getting more and more sensitive.
You jolt and tremble under his tongue, squealing as the pleasure overwhelms you. You squeeze your tit hard, pushing his head into you as you buck widely into his mouth. Crying out as you cum, you see white. When that fades, you're left dazed. Your hands move back beside your hips, sprawling out onto the bed as Peter holds his head up from his job well done.
Licking his lips, he smiles as he sees you passed out from pleasure. He cleans you up, putting yours and his own clothes back on before tucking you under the bedsheets. Just as the sun rose, he gets back into his usual position, beside you.
Your dad comes back after a week since the incident. Well, the 'first' one at least. "Y/n! I'm home!" You run downstairs to greet your dad, pulling him into a hug. "Welcome back dad." You smile.
"So, did you like the bear?" He asks as he sets his coat on the rack. You grin, nodding.
"He was great companionship!"
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My Girl
Jake Jensen x Female Reader
Inspired by
Summary: Jensen returns home from a night out on the town with The Losers, and makes an interesting choice...
Warnings: One swear word, drunken idiocy, fluff.
Word Count: 967
BANG!
You jolted awake, almost certain that someone had kicked the door down. Sitting up, you looked at your phone. 3 AM. You listened for the source of the noise as you recounted what your boyfriend had told you to do if someone broke in when he wasn't around, muttering the steps beneath your breath.
âSsh!â You heard a familiar voice say, not realising how loud he was being. âYou'll wake everyone up and they'll be grumpy!â
Sighing with relief, you relaxed. Of course it was your boyfriend Jensen. He always ended up pretty sloshed after a night out with his teammates, and when he was drunk he was more of a liability than a herd of cattle in a china shop. Turning on your bedside lamp, you listened out as Jensen stumbled through the house, making his way to your shared bedroom. The door creaked as Jenson opened it slowly, poking his head thorough the doorway. As he made eye contact with you, he looked at you sheepishly as if he was a toddler that had done something wrong.
âDid I make you grumpy?â Jensen quietly asked, doing his best not to slur his words.
âNo, I'm not grumpy at all,â you said, in fact you couldn't hide your amusement. Drunk Jake was always a hilarious occurrence.
âGood,â Jake said as he plodded into the room, taking his glasses off and throwing them onto the floor.
You couldn't help but stare at Jensen as he tore his clothes from his body. After all this time, he still took your breath away. Even in the low light he looked glorious, and you took in his lean muscular body that looked as if it had been carved from marble as he clumsily chucked his clothes every which way. Soon he was stood before you stark bollock naked with a perplexed look on his face, as if he was trying to hack into a government mainframe.
âSo, are you getting into bed or what?â You asked, patting Jensen's side of the bed.
âErmâŚâ Jensen started. âI'm sorry Miss... I mean, you're really pretty and all. But, my girl is the most beautiful, most wonderful woman in the whole world and I would never do anything that would hurt her.â
You couldn't figure out if you were meant to be flattered or insulted by Jensen's statement. But before you had chance to say anything back, Jensen had laid down on the floor and fallen asleep. You jumped out of bed and prodded his shoulder with your foot, but his only response was a loud snore. Kneeling down, you tried to shake him awake, but it was no use, Jake Jensen was dead to the world. There was no way you would be able to carry that hunk of muscle into the bed without injuring at least one of you; and even if one of his fellow Losers was awake and sober enough to come and help you, you knew that Jensen would never live it down.
Pushing yourself back onto your feet, you retreated from the bedroom to grab what you needed. Upon your return, you covered Jensen with a blanket and you did your best to squeeze a pillow beneath his head. Finally, you put his glasses, phone as well as a glass of water and painkillers somewhere where he could see them, but also where they couldn't be knocked over. Climbing back into bed, you had to suppress the giggles that had formed as you thought about what fun you were going to have with Jensen in the morning.
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Jensen was woken up by a beam of sunlight shining into his eyes. As he slowly sat up, he tried to figure out where on Earth he could be. It didn't help that the room was spinning. Spying the round frames of his spectacles, he reached out and put them on while he tried to get his bearings. He quickly realised that he had been sleeping on the floor of his own bedroom. Before he could think too hard about why he had slept on the floor, he was hit with a wave of nausea and his head began pounding. He reached  for the glass of water and painkillers and figured that you must have left them there.
Jensen slowly stood up on his feet and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing some PJ bottoms from the chest of drawers. As he got closer to the kitchen he was met with the aroma of bacon and fresh bread and Jensen thanked his lucky stars. How did he get so lucky as to have someone as caring and considerate as his girl? As he entered, you had your back to him, placing rashers of bacon between thick buttered slices of crusty bread. You must've sensed him as you quickly turned to him and offered a small, sweet, sympathetic smile.
âHow's your head?â you asked.
âIt feels like The Petunias have been using it for soccer practice,â said Jake as he sat down at the breakfast bar with a groan. âThanks for leaving out the water.â
âNo problem,â You said as you put the plate as well as a large mug full to the brim with tea in front of him, a smirk forming on your face. âNow eat your bacon and then you're gonna tell me about this beautiful, wonderful girl of yours.â
Jensen gave you a confused look as you watched the gears in his head turn behind his glasses. Sitting on the stool beside him, you couldn't contain your laughter when Jensen gasped as the memories of the night before came flooding back. His face was soon crimson and he buried his face in his hands, cursing under his breath, swearing that he would never drink again.
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How They Cuddle
karasuno x reader
warning(s): none ! :)
a/n: some sweet luv for the hq boys :) Iâm planning on doing a part for the other fandoms I write for too - aot, bnha, & jjk - as well as the rest of the hq teams/characters - so keep an eye out if youâd like! And as always I love interacting w you guys :) feel free to leave comments/flood my inbox :D!
characters: daichi, asahi, sugawara, nishinoya, tanaka, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, hinata, yachi, & kiyoko
Daichi
Heâs a hugger for sure! If youâre on your phone, or reading, or doing anything before bed heâs snuggling up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch what youâre doing - heâs nosey like that. Anyways, being the big spoon is a very convenient cuddling position for that, and he gets to wrap you up and hold you close <3
Through the night though he slowly scoots down off his pillow in his sleep, so when you wake up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your upper back with his arms still squeezing around your midsection so tight you know youâd have to wake him up to get him to let go đ heâs also for sure a light snorer, but itâs ok he makes up for it by being cute or whtv đ
Asahi
Another spooner! Heâs not particularly bias to being the big or little spoon but he just canât face you đ
Thereâs a few reasons: 1) it makes him freak out and itâs like he can feel your eyes on him even if theyâre closed. Heâll be constantly peeking one eye open to look at your face and heâs half scared heâs gonna open them and youâre gonna be staring at him like đđ LMAO
2) the breath on his face tickles too much and will eventually start to irritate him and he gets pouty cause it makes it tough to sleep
And 3) what if heâs making a weird face in his sleep and you wake up to see it đ
So spooning for the win it is
Sugawara
I donât think heâd be a big fan of being held, it makes him feel too claustrophobic and heâd feel kinda bad moving you off of him if he had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night :( I also think he tosses n turns a bit while sleeping so holding him wouldnât be the best option anyways, however!
He likes touching/lightly intertwining legs - one reason is because you can kind of get away with it from any angle but still find a comfortable position that suits you, the other reason is because his feet get cold in the middle of the night and this is the easiest way to steal your warmth
Nishinoya
Ok ok, so I know itâs cliche - but I do think heâs a teensy bit too excited for bedtime cuddles! Not in a restless way, heâs just too excited with the act of actually cuddling you, like every time. Day cuddles are different! When the two of you have some alone time and heâs snuggled up with you on the couch, leaving a bunch of kisses (his favorite are Eskimo kisses), periodically grabbing your face so your lips pucker and leaving a dramatic kiss there after he talks about how cute you are (âoh my god youâre so adorable I could crush you âšď¸đĽşâ), and then squeezing you so tight sometimes your back even cracks, itâs fine! Youâre not trying to sleep so itâs just sweet Noya doting on you - but you can see how this would be a problem when yâall are tryna get some shut eye đ
Solution: back to back, but touching so you can still feel each otherâs closeness <3, bonus: every time Noya becomes aware your guysâ butts are touching he giggles and wiggles a little until you remind him itâs time to sleep đ
Tanaka
Ok but he needs to have a hand on your ass and not even in a sexual way đŞđ¤đź he just grabs on naturally or rests his hand there and sometimes lovingly pats it when he kisses your cheek before either going back to falling asleep or being on his phone or smth :)
He also loves burying his face in your neck, it just feels so soothing to him and he also finds your smell so relaxing and makes him feel all warm inside! Like when he sees you after a long day he loves wrapping you up in a big hug and leaving kisses in the crook of your neck and burying his face there cause he just missed you sm <3
Yamaguchi
Very much like Hinata he also adores being intertwined with you!! He finds it particularly comforting with your face buried in his chest or neck while he has his legs wrapped up with yours. He thinks itâs the best position to lean down and press a kiss to the top of your head (his favorite kind of sweet kiss), which he always does right before he feels himself drifting off to sleep.
He also likes rubbing your back/neck this way until you fall asleep, or while you talk about anything you wanna talk about. Waking up this way is also his favorite, and if you guys have moved in your sleep, you bet heâs pulling you back into a hug. He periodically squeezes you in his arms, leaves feather light kisses to your shoulder, runs his hands up and down your back, sure you probably wonât be asleep for much longer now with all this movement, but he just canât help it with how sweet you look sleeping! Donât worry though heâll keep up the soothing while you wake up and talk about your dreams and what you want for breakfast :)!
Tsukishima
Not much of a cuddly guy throughout the day but when bedtime rolls around you bet your ass heâs expecting some kind of physical affection. His favorite is when he lays on his back with his arm out so you can nuzzle into his side, and once youâre all comfortable he wraps said arm around you to pull you in close.
Your favorite is when he runs his hand up and down your side or draws little designs with his fingers on any exposed skin. His favorite is when you bring your face up to rest in the crook of his neck or rest your head on his chest, any light kisses you leave or the breath that puffs out of you and hits his neck every now and then never fails to give him goosebumps and make him blush.
Kageyama
I donât think heâs particularly ~stiff cuddling with you but I definitely think itâs not his forte when it comes to bed time! He just finds a comfortable spot - usually on his side or back - and thatâs that! Heâs found it and is gonna be out in approximately 2 minutes, but he does love feeling you in bed next to him :(
A good compromise heâs decided is reaching his hand out next to him him so he can hold onto your hand while he sleeps, or being the little spoon! It actually feels super comforting to him to feel you all cuddled up to his back and keeping him warm no matter if youâre bigger or smaller than him <3 he also loves the way he has to pry your arms off of him when he has to get up in those early mornings, or the way he feels your face squish up against his back sometimes, he just loves you.
Hinata
He definitely gets hot in his sleep but he love love loves cuddling with you, so youâll always start off wrapped up in each other somehow. Usually face to face with your legs intertwined cause he thinks talking to each other about any and everything is a good way to wind down before bed - and I mean anything. Sometimes itâs just him asking you odd questions heâs been thinking about recently before one of you remembers you can google it
But no matter how you two fall asleep at first, you always wake up clinging onto his sprawled out body (probably because heâs kicked the blanket onto the floor and you got chilly in your sleep) or far away from him with all the blanket to yourself as he peacefully snores beside you <3
Yachi
Play with her hair and sheâs KNOCKED 100%! She also loves either holding you or being held, but thereâs got to be SOME kind of holding going on for her heart to feel full <333
Sheâs also the queen of surprise hugs from behind once youâve been together for a fair bit and she feels more comfy being publicly affectionate with you! And if you do the same to her it never fails to make her smile or cover her face cause sheâs blushing from surprise
â(Y/n)!! You startled me!â And now you have a very excited & giggly gf đ˝đ˝
Kiyoko
I personally see her as a pretty religious back sleeper so the most ideal position is you in her side or you laying between her legs while she holds you and your head is resting on her chest. PERSONALLY she prefers the second one but she leaves it up to you <3
She just thinks itâs most ideal how she could reach down and trace her fingers lightly on the side of your face; or play with your hair if sheâs able to; or rub your neck, back, and shoulders to ease any stress from your day. Sheâs a big giver of private affection and thinks itâs so cute when youâre so tuckered out you she wakes up with a little drool on her shirt. Not to mention your weight and warmth is super comforting to her ! And even if she wouldnât admit it, she likes being able to use not wanting to move and wake you as an excuse to get 5 more minutes of you cuddling with her.
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Ahhhh hehehehe I hope you like and comments and all that jazz are always appreciated!! Big smooches :)
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I Don't Cuddle. Pt. 1 - Bakugo
Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist
+You and Bakugo have been together for a bit but you have kept it under wraps. One evening, you two are alone in the common room. Bakugo is restless and you two end up cuddling, that is until someone comes in and he pushes you off. He snaps something awful and things go downhill.
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I sighed and stretched before settling back into the back of the couch. The weight in my lap shifted after I had moved. I looked over at Bakugo, whose feet were in my lap, and he looked irritated and uncomfortable. I chuckled at his expression.
âWhatâs wrong?â I said. He cracked an eye open, looking at me. I cocked my head to the side in question. He closed it again before sighing. He sat up and looked around the room.
âDamn.â He groaned. We were alone in the common room. Most out on their internships still or in their rooms. Both Bakugo and I had gotten off early.
âAre you alright?â I asked again. He looked at me before giving me the come hither motion. He moved his feet and I moved closer to him. He quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me down into his chest.
âOpp!â I made a noise as I landed. I giggled when I realized what he wanted. âYou could have said you wanted to cuddle, you dummy.â
âPstk. Shut up, dumbass.â He grumbled. We adjusted to be more comfortable. âPlus, action speak louder than words, right?â He nuzzled into my hair. I nodded slowly, nuzzling into his neck.
âSoftie.â I whispered. He jerked and I could feel the glare on me. I started laughing.
âI am not a softie you dumbass!â He griped but didnât pull away all the same. I ran my hand softly down his chest to wrap around his waist. He flinched a little when I brushed his side. I bit my lip tempted to tickle him but didnât.
After a while of just lying there and Bakugo shifting every now and again. He still hadnât settled down. I figured it was the fact that we were cuddling out in the open instead of one of our rooms like normal. I pushed up onto my hand to hover over him slightly. I placed my hand on his chest and tapped twice. He opened his eyes and looked at me.
âWhat?â He asked in a normal tone. I smiled.
âWhatâs up?â He raised an eyebrow in question. âYou keep moving and shifting. You seem like you canât settle down. Whatâs wrong?â
âItâs nothing.â He said before closing his eyes again and moving an arm behind his head.
âBakugoâŚâ I went to say something but the door and voices of Kiri and Sero wafted in. I felt Bakugo tense and next thing I knew, I was on the floor a few feet away from the couch. âOw.â I groaned rubbing my now sore elbow.
âWoah.â Kiri trailed off as he and Sero saw what happened. I looked up at them before to Bakugo.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â He yelled atâŚme? I looked at him shocked. âI donât cuddle and not with some extra especially! Can you not get that through your thick skull? God.â He sneered. Pain shot through my heart, my mouth went dry, and I could feel tears come to my eyes. I looked down.
âDude, thatâs a bit harsh.â Kiri said in concern. I was frozen in my spot for a minutes. I looked up for one second to see Bakugoâs glare. I hurt me more even if it wasnât towards me. Just as Sero was walking over to me, I got up and ran for the elevators, tears now streaming down my face. âL/N!â
âFuck.â I said to myself as I begged the elevator to come faster. I slipped through the doors and punched the 3rd floor button. The doors closed quickly and huddled into the corner, forehead against wall. What the hell was that? I know we are keeping our relationship under wraps but that was a bit far.
The ding of the elevator caught my attention. I turned to leave but Jiro was standing there, looking at her phone. She looked up when she noticed the doors open. She went to step in but froze when she saw me.
âHey whatâsâŚY/N!â I ran past her and down to my dorm. I ripped open the door and slammed it behind me. Knocking started not even half a minute later. "Y/N, whatâs wrong? What happened? Please talk to me.â
âWhatâs going on?â Hagakureâs voice came through the door.
âShe came running out of the elevator crying her eyes out. I donât know what happened.â Jiro explained, knocking on the door again. âPlease talk to me, Y/N.â
âGo away!â I yelled before collapsing on my bed and throwing the pillow over my head trying to drown them out at the door. Thatâs where I fell asleep.
3rd POV
Bakugo watched as L/N ran away. His heart clenched as soon as he said those words but he couldnât stop himself. It clenched even harder when he saw L/Nâs look of pain and the tears that were forming. He wanted to chase after them but was rooted to his spot on the couch.
âBakugo, what was that?â Sero asked. Bakugo looked up at him and then to Kiri. They were both looking at him as if he had to head.
âNone of your business.â He snapped before getting up.
âWell were just concerned. You have never treated L/N like that. Everyone else yes but them noâŚWhat the hell dude? Did you have to be so aggressive?â Kiri asked.
âShut the hell up Shitty hair. You donât know what youâre talking about. Leave alone why donât ya?â Bakugo yelled before walking to other elevator. He slammed the button and enter the elevator himself. Once the doors closed and he pressed the button for his floor, he slammed his head back on the wall. âStupid, stupid, stupid!â
He squatted down, holding onto his hair rather harshly. He was kicking himself, pissed that he reacted that way. He wasnât even sure why he acted that way but he knew he messed up. Running to his room as soon as he reached his floor, he collapsed to the floor. He sat with his back against the door. He curled into himself, burying his head in his knees before he sobbed.
L/Nâs POV
The next morning, I woke up to my eyes being sore and my face sticky. I groaned and nearly going into another fit of tears. A soft knock came from the door bit long after.
âY/NâŚâ I heard Jiro call softly. I got up and walked to the door, unlocking it and letting her in. She came in with a soft smile. She had a basket in her arms. I looked at her confused. âI have some sweets, some soft things Momo made, and other stuff to hopefully make you feel better. I donât know whatâs going on but I want to help.â She held out a wash cloth.
âThank you.â I whispered. I took the rag and noticed it was warm. I wiped off my face.
âMy pleasure.â She said and went to set the basket on my bed. I sat on the floor next to my bed and she followed. âSo what happened? Iâve never seen you like that.â
âJust some boy trouble.â I said grabbing one of the squishamils from the basket. I cuddled into it. We sat in silence until we had to go to class. We were walking down the hall towards homeroom and a voice caught my attention. I looked up and saw Bakugo, Kiri, and Kami. I wordlessly walked, looking it the ground.
âDude thatâs not fair!â I heard Kami and Kiri start to argue about something and out of my peripheral I saw Bakugoâs hand reach out towards me. I dodged, moving closer to Jiro. She was none the wiser of why I moved closer. I hurried to the classroom, not wanting to be near him.
3rd POV
As you dodged his touch, Bakugo inwardly flinched. His hand still slightly in midair, he watched L/N walked away from him. Longing and regret laced into his eyes as he watched you disappear into the class room. He bit his lip as he looked down, bringing his hand back up to cross his arms.
âBakubro, what do you think?â Kiri asked him, knocking him out of his own mind.
âI donât know. Do you really think I was listening to your dumb shit?â He growled, stomping off afterwards. Kirishima and Kaminari watched him storm into the classroom. Bakugo looked at L/N as he walked in, seeing her with back towards the door. He walked over to his seat, plopping down and throwing his feet up.
âBakugo, you should not have your feet on the desks. It is disrespectful to theâŚâ Iida was on him in less than a minute.
âJust one day can you leave me the hell alone?â He said in a calm, even tone while rubbing his forehead. Iida was stunned to silence at not being barked at. He swiftly walked away.
Y/Nâs POV
I heard Iida jump on Bakugo as soon as he sat down. Normally that would make me chuckle with Bakugo sending me a side glance say âis this guy for real?â but this morning I just sat there. I was surprised when Bakugo didnât bark at him but calmly shewed him off. Before I could think into more, Aizawa came in and started class.
âQuiet children. Today we are going to the USJ for training. Grab your suits and go get changed. We are leaving in 15 minutes.â The class cheered and moved quickly. I was walking slowly towards the bus after getting changed.
âHey L/N.â I heard Kiri call out to me. I flinched as he ran up. I turned to look at him. âHeyâŚare you alright?â He asked setting a hand on my bicep. âWhat happened last night in the common room?â
âIt was nothing. Just please forget about that. It was nothing and I would rather not talk about it.â I said earnestly. He looked at me with sympathy.
âAlright, itâs just you and Bakugo have both been acting weird this morning. I was just worried.â He said. I could feel tears coming on again.
âItâs fine. Thanks for your concern.â I said before turning and walking faster to the buses. I hopped on and looked around. Jiro and Momo were waving to me from the back. I went to walk forward but movement in the front seat caught my attention. Bakugo was sitting there alone, head propped up by his hand, staring at me. I quickly looked down and shot past him.
âIs there any reason for you avoiding Bakugo?â Tsuyu asked once back there. I looked up at her surprised. I shook my head before sitting down next to Jiro and setting my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around me and I cuddled into her side.
âHeâs the reason, isnât he?â She whispered in my ear. I took in a small gasp of air before nodding. She held me tighter as tears came to my eyes again.
3rd POV
Kiri sat next to Bakugo just before the bus took off for the USJ. He looked at his friend who had been abnormally quiet today. He looked out the window with a blank expression, not even a scowl on his brow.
âHey BakugoâŚare you alright?â Kiri asked quietly, not alerting any of the others of his concern. Bakugo looked at him but didnât say anything. âI mean you are acting unlike yourself. I am just worried.â
ââM fine.â He mumbled before looking at the back of the bus longingly and then out the window again. Kiri followed his gaze back and saw it matched up with a upset looking L/N. She was being held tightly by Jiro while Momo and Tsuyu were looking on worried.
âDoes this have something to do with L/N and what happened last night?â He asked while looking back at the other. Bakugo closed his eyes while a pained expression flashed across his face. He shook his head before he scowled at the red head. That gave Kiri his answer. âWhat is really going on Bakugo and what can I do to help?â
âI fucked up and I donât think there is anything anyone can do to help.â Bakugo said finally before looking out the window blankly again, effectively finishing the conversation without an argument.
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do i make you scared? baby wonât you take me back
characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura
genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it
notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you wonât make it back. iâm really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep
warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships
words: 7.1k
synopsis:
âWas it good?â he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. âWas it worth it?â
Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.
âFucking answer me,â he growls out the words, but he sounds almostâŚdesperate? Youâve never heard his voice like this before, and itâs then that it finally dawns on you.
You got him back.
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To your surprise, you spend the rest of your night the day after the party texting Tomura, and every time your screen lights up with a message from him, it sends a whole flock of butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You should feel guilty, really, but youâve never been in a situation like this before and itâsâŚexhilarating.
Itâs risky, answering these texts when Touyaâs a mere few feet from you, but it sends sparks shooting up your spine, the idea of getting caught doing something youâre definitely not supposed to, the very thought of how upset heâd be if he knew, making you feel giddy.
You guard your phone closely for the rest of the week, deleting messages exactly after you send themâTouya has taken it and gone through it in the past, so it wasnât far-fetched to think he may try to do the same thing again. It wasnât like he didnât notice your nose in your phone, little giggles bubbling up from your chest as you responded to whatever was on the screen. You can see it in his eyes, the frustration building each and every time a soft laugh escapes your lips, eyes glimmering as you tap out a response.
You plan your impending visit strategically, in tandem with Tomura. He knows Touyaâs unpredictable and seemingly ever-changing schedule better than you do, and you both know that thereâs absolutely no way in hell Touya would ever willingly let you hang out with each otherâhe barely leaves the two of you alone when Tomura comes over to your house, so you can only imagine how livid heâd be if you even asked to go spend some time with him, just the two of you.
You wear your prettiest dressâTouyaâs favourite dress, a deep, satiny crimsonâtwo inches too short to be considered proper, the hem brushing your midthigh. It hides a pair of baby pink cotton panties youâre sure Tomura will like.
Your veins thrum with the combined mix of terror and anticipation as he lets you in, and the heady combination has your entire body trembling. Tomura gives you a look as you kick your shoes off, eyes narrowed as they scan your body.
âYou cominâ down or something?â
âI-Iâm not allowed drugs,â you admit meekly, eyes falling to your feet, toes wiggling a bit.
Tomura snorts, an amused little smirk on his lips as he mutters, âNo, of course not,â
Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, his cold touch making you jump, giving a slight yank as he begins leading you. He lives alone, in an apartment his father pays forâwhich is surprisingly much tidier than you expectedâand you canât help but look around curiously, eager to learn more about him, glazed eyes searching for hints in the empty takeout containers littering the counter, in the few articles of clothing strewn around the place.
Brows knit together when he bypasses his bedroom completelyâthe door wide open to reveal a large bed with blue sheets tangled at the bottomâand leads you to a living room with plush couches and an ornate rug youâre positive he didnât pick out by himself. His fingers release, and he plops down on the floor, hands curling around a gaming controller. Scarlet eyes drift to you, up your legs and to your face, and you resist the urge to shiver under his intense gazeâyouâre sure he can see straight up your dress from this angle.
But he does nothing except look at you expectantly, not breaking his stare until you finally sit down next to him, daintily tucking your knees under yourself.
Then heâs shoving an extra controller at you almost aggressively, the sudden motion pulling a gasp from your throat, making you flinch away.
âRelax,â he rolls his eyes, pushing the controller at you again and shaking it a little in his hand, trying to entice you to take it. âIâm not gonna hurt you, or anything,â
âYouâŚYouâreâwhat?â
Tomura observes you carefully, scrutinizing now, eyes narrowing a little as they scan your face. You stare back at him dumbly, lips slightly parted. âWhat?â he snaps.
âBut I thoughtâI mean, I want you toââ
âWhat?â
âThat came out wrong,â you rush to say, shutting your eyes tightly in embarrassment. âWhat I mean isâŚUm, didnât I come over so we can like, fuck?â your cheeks burn as you force the words out, ears ringing as blood rushes to your face, so loud you almost miss his sharp intake of breath.
Tomuraâs eyes widen and he stares at you for a long moment before he checks his phone, scrolling through your messages. âYou saidâŚYou wanted to play video games?â
You look at him, blinking in astonishment. âAnd you believed that?â
Tomura frowns a little, eyebrows knitting, slightly defensive. âWell, yeah?â
Youâre at a loss for words as you stare back at the man sitting cross-legged in front of you, watching you closely. This is the guy Touya so desperately didnât want you to be around?
Powerless to stop the little giggle that bubbles up in your throat, you inch towards him on your knees. âYouâre kinda cute, yâknow?â
Soft notes of tiger orchid and sweet sticky toffee waft over him, your body heat clinging to his skin as you settle beside him, thigh touching his knee. He seethes at you, and his fingers twitch around the controller, a hand moving to rake his nails against his neck.
You reach out, little fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away from his flesh.
âDo you want to?â you ask softly, gazing at him through your lashes, bringing his palm to rest over your breast.
âAre you stupid?â he spits, fingers instantly tightening the moment they meet satin, the strength of his grip making you gasp. âOf course I fucking want to. Do you know how many times Iâve jerked off to you? Christ,â
Warmth blossoms in your chest at the confession, sparking a dull heat that begins to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. Youâre flattered, even though you can hear Touyaâs voice in the back of your mind, sharp and condescending, reprimanding you for being so easy.
âYeah? What did you think about?â Your voice quivers a little as you ask the question, but that doesnât stop his ruby eyes from darkening, his free hand dropping the controller to shamelessly rub at the bulge in his jeans.
âHow cute your little cunt must be, how sweet itâd taste, how good those lips would feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck your throat,â his voice drops an octave as he speaks, low and dangerous as he kneads your breast hardâtoo hard, but adrenaline keeps the pain from registering.
Heâs reaching for you now, pale hands pawing at your hips and dragging you over, forcing you to straddle his lap. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he instantly begins rolling his hips up, like he canât bear to wait, fingers digging into your flesh as they hold you in place.
Neither can you, apparently, because you begin wiggling a little in his grasp, trying in vain to rut against him.
âYouâre a little whore, huh? Even with a virgin, you canât help but grind on a hard cock,â he smirks, lips at your ear. âA hard cockâs a hard cock I guess, makes no difference to you, greedy little slut,â
A mewl escapes your throat as you nod, hips pushing forcefully against his, grinding your little cunt against rough denim.
Wait, virgin?
âA v-virgin?â
âYeah, lucky you,â
His words taper off into a growl, vibrating in his chest, hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and roughly pull your face to his, lips crashing into yours. You emit a soft, startled noise into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily, tongue forcing its way through your parted lips and into your mouth, commanding your own tongue into submission almost instantaneously.
Itâs nothing like kissing Touya. Your body follows your tongue, melting into him. Fingers grip your jaw, pressing crescent indents into the skin as he guides your head to exactly where he wants it to go.
It isnât romantic. Itâs harsh, and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and revealing your arched neck to him. His lips trail down the column of your throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in their wake.
âI wanna fuck you already,â he whines a little, aggressively thrusting against your clothed core. You moan out an affirmative noise, nodding.
âOne rule,â you breathe out.
âHmm? And whatâs that?â his lips are against your neck, tongue painting it in glistening saliva with slow, languid strokes.
âNo marks,â you yelp out just as his teeth sink into your skin. It stings, Tomura keeping his mouth latched onto your neck for a few seconds, teeth buried in the soft flesh. His tongue laves over the mark before pulling away completely, and a shiver crawls up your spine as the bite is exposed to the cool air.
Heâs giggling into your shoulder, nipping at the skin superficially. âOops,â Â
âTomura!â you whine, making no effort to pull his lips from your neck. âTouyaâs going to murder me,â
He laughs again, pulling back and rolling his eyes. âAnd, what? He isnât already going to kill you for fucking someone else?â
There isnât a moment to respond, though, not a second to try and explain how weird Touya gets about marks in particular, because then heâs crushing his lips to yours again, hard, fervent, bruising.
âGonna cum soon if you donât fucking do something,â he practically snarls into your mouth.
The very thought of Tomura cumming in his pants just from a few minutes of dry humping makes your entire stomach flutter, a flash of pure confidence surging in your chest as involuntary words tumble from your mouth.
âOh?â you murmur, breath hot against his lips. âSomething? Like this?â you begin gyrating your hips in tiny, quick circles, giggling at the groan you rip from his throat.
And Tomura hates how fucking innocent you sound, gazing at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips and a sinful little smile.
âStop,â itâs supposed to be a command, an order, but it comes out as a broken whine, his hands latching onto your hips again as he forces you to move even faster, rocking into you.
âDoesnât feel like you want me to stop,â you pout a little and he huffs out a curse.
Itâs intoxicating, to be in a position of power like this. It isnât your favouriteâyouâre much too shy and indecisive to be in a role like this all the timeâbut the novelty of it excites you nonetheless. Touya never lets you do anything like this, hates being teased with a passion, but Tomura seems to enjoy it, like itâs some sort of game to him.
âLittle bitch,â he breathes out, though his forehead is resting against yours, eyes shut, soft grunts spilling from his throat.
âCâmon, Tomura,â you whimper, and now it sounds like youâre the one begging. âMake a mess in your pants for me? P-Pretty please?â
Thatâs all it takes to have his hips stilling, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he grips you tightly, holding you in place and forcing you to grind against him ever-so-slightly as his cock throbs and twitches in his jeans.
You expect him to push you off immediately after, to shout and berate you for such behaviour, but he doesnât. Instead, he leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms encircling your waist and bringing you with him.
It must be uncomfortable, to sit in those soiled jeans filled with cum, but he doesnât seem to care, more interested in exploring your mouth with his tongue as you kiss lazily. You donât mind, although your clit is aching and swollen, pussy fluttering around nothing every so often as his fingers explore your body, kneading your ass and tweaking nipples, your panties soaked all the way through and sticking to you unpleasantly.
And itâs due to this that your hips still manage to rock against his in minuscule movements that are more teasing than anything else, little micro-circles that have your drenched cunt grinding gently against wet denim.
It seems he has an impossibly short refraction period because, before long, his cockâs hard again, pressing up into your clothed hole. You whimper his name into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lips red and puffy, shining with saliva. Â
âTake my cock out,â he instructs, voice stern despite his slight breathlessness. You crawl off his lap and do as your told, popping the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He lifts his hips just enough to aid you in dragging them down to his thighs, cock springing free.
âClean it up,â
Itâs covered in cum, so much cumâtoo much cum, more than is normalâglistening in the low light of the living room. It twitches a little under your gaze, as if to say get on with it already, so you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips.
You start with kitten licks, tongue tracing around the head and playing with the slit, pulling a deep, throaty moan from him.
âDonâtâDonât swallow it,â he rasps. âClean me up and keep all my cum in your mouth,â
Itâs difficultâhis cum is much more bitter than Touyaâs, and you gag a few times as it settles on your tongue, marinating in your mouth. You try your best to hold it in your cheeks and away from your tastebuds, working as quickly as possible as you lap it up, gazing up at him with teary eyes when youâre finished.
âWhat a good girl,â he spits in a patronizing tone, like itâs an insult. âKiss me,â
Itâs a demand you have no choice but to obey, a hand rooting in your hair and yanking you up to face him.
He all but smashes your lips together, fingers still wrapped tightly in your hair, holding you in place. His tongue forces its way through your lips and you greet it eagerly, desperate to get his cum out of your mouth.
Except he doesnât let you pull away after youâve passed the majority of his cum to him, the bitter taste still stinging your tongue. No, he uses the fist tangled in your hair to keep you still as he shoves his tongue into your mouth again, transferring the cumânow watered down a little with his salivaâinto the warm cavern yet again.
You whine, and he chuckles, lips spreading into a grin against yours.
âSwallow it,â he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch your expression as you force it down your throat, face souring, eyes squeezed shut as your lips pucker just a little. âOpen, lemme see,â
Your mouth falls open obediently, little droplets of water clinging to your lashes as you gaze up at him, waiting for approval.
âGood,â he practically purrs, eyes darkening as his fingers caress your face. âNow I want to fuck you,â
Youâre nodding, but he doesnât give you a moment to respond, beginning to manhandle you into the position he wants before heâs even finished speaking. The oriental rug is soft against your cheek as he presses your face to the ground, hands curling around your hips as he hoists them up.
âWhat cute little panties,â he breathes, dragging a finger along your clothed slit before yanking the material down to your knees.
It stings a little as he practically shoves his cock into your sopping cunt, not bothering to stretch you outâyouâre not even sure if he knows heâs supposed toâbut youâre wet enough that the breach is relatively easy, and the burning fades quickly as your little hole adjusts to the girth of his cock.
He begins thrusting immediately, and heâs rough, overeager, uncoordinated, the vicious snaps of his hips uneven and sloppy.
Truthfully, heâs only using you as a hole the first time, but you donât mindânot really, anyway. Blazing sapphire sears through your mind, and you think about how furious Touya would be if he knew, if he could see the way youâre degrading yourself, letting yourself be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for a nasty virgin to desperately hump away at, sacrificing your own pleasure for his.
Touya would never.
To Touya, making you cum is half the fun. He gets a rush from it, gets high off the way you go absolutely fucking stupid from his fingers and cock, how quickly he can turn your brain to soup, rendering you a dumb little blabbering mess only capable of whining out the words niichan and Touya-nii. It feeds his ever-growing ego.
But Tomura is eager to please in a different way. Heâs more selfish than Touya, sure, but heâs keen to learn all he can, curious and committed.
And, once he finally gets the hang of it, confident, too.
His thrusts gain more finesse as he fucks you, but heâs unable to keep up any steady rhythm, the tight fluttering of your pussy every time he grazes a specific spot inside of you making his hips stutter, forcing needy, guttural groans from his throat.
He cums quickânot that you expect any less from a virginâwith a deep growl of your name that has your stomach swooping, cunt throbbing around him again as he fills you with thick, burning cum.
Youâre exhausted by the end of it, abused body melting into the lush carpet as your cunt throbs desperately, his cum slowly oozing out of it. Tomura snorts as he looks down at you, gentle hands tugging your panties down the rest of your legs and removing them completely, discarding them a few feet away.
âUp you go,â heâs murmuring as hands snake under your armpits and haul you up. You mumble his name and he hushes you, collapsing heavily on the couch with you still in his arms. Strong hands manhandle you into straddling his lap again, leaking pussy pressed against his softening cock.
The television hums to life, quiet main menu music floating through the room as the soft clicking of buttons sounds behind you.
You should go home now. You know you should. Youâve done what you came here to do, and now you should be leaving.
Should, should, should.
But Tomuraâs so warm, and youâre so tired, muscles aching despite the fact that he did most of the work.
âRest,â he instructs quietly when you begin to whine into his neck, fingers preoccupied with unwrapping a piece of watermelon bubblegum.
Heâs so much softer than you expectedâdisgusting, but softâand you canât believe you spent months being terrified of him. You know this is probably the last time youâll be able to see him in a long timeâa fact that produces an inexplicable ache deep in your chestâso you allow yourself bask in the moment, just for a little, you promise yourself.
You obey his gentle command, snuggling up against him and permitting yourself to drift in and out of consciousness to the sound of aliens being killed and aggressive button smashing.
But then something hard is poking youâyou arenât sure how long youâve been sitting here for now, long enough for Tomura to power through a few matches, at leastâand that blistering heat flares again, beginning to coil tight in your tummy.
You shift a little, an involuntary whine slipping from your lips.
âWhat is it?â Tomura asks, eyes never straying from the screen, fingers never pausing. âYou wanna sit on my cock, baby?â
Christ, yes. You mumble into his shoulder, nodding and rolling your hips in response.
He chucklesâa low, quiet sound rattling around in his chestâand allows you to sink down on him again, captivated by the soft moan you emit as you do so, crimson eyes gleaming and breathing slightly laboured.
âAh, fuck,â he mutters when his avatar on the screen gets shot, redirecting his attention.
And itâsâŚitâs nice. Surprisingly nice. Heâs cozy, and comfy, his breathing slow and even with every rise of his chest, despite the alien shrieks coming from the TV behind you. He smells like cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon with just a hint of cedarwood, and you inhale deeply, letting the scent fill your lungs.
Touya rarely lets you cockwarm him; Touya doesnât have the patience, Touya doesnât have the time. You fall into a state halfway between asleep and awake, hips rocking against Tomura just enough to keep him hard, just enough to have you whimpering into his neck.
He could get used to this, he tells you. The confession is soft, a private little thought that just kinda slips out, mindlessly falling from his lips, but you could, too, you think.
Itâs intimate, which is odd, considering you barely know him, used to be frightened of him. But itâs such a refreshing contrast to Touyaâs intense, scalding flame.
Eventually, though, it isnât enough, the teasingâs too much, and you need more.
Gazing up at him with glittering eyes, you begin to trail your lips up his neck, over his self-inflicted scars, slowly, hesitantly.
He inhales sharply, jumping a little in surprise, and you freeze, terrified you mightâve overstepped some invisible boundary you were not previously aware of.
âKeep going,â he whines, a little petulantly, hips wiggling against yours.
Lips resuming their ministrations, you place gentle, chaste kisses up the column of his throat and along his jaw, delighting in each soft sigh you manage to pull from him. The game playing on the TV suddenly halts, Tomura throwing the controller on the couch cushion next to you before large hands cup your face in a tender way you did not think him capable of.
Your mouths slot together, kissing messily, saliva glistening on your chins as you pass his watermelon gum back and forth between yourselves. Itâs kinda gross, kinda filthy, juvenile and sloppy, but itâs fun, has the two of you giggling into each otherâs mouths, a little breathless from it all.
âWanna ride you,â you murmur, almost shyly, against his slippery lips.
âYeah?â he rasps, just barely bouncing you in his lap. âYou wanna use my cock to get off?â
âYes, please,â the plead comes out as a pathetic whimper, and you squirm impatiently.
Finally, finally you get to cum. In this position, you have leverage over the angle of your hips, able to situate yourself just right, so his cockhead nudges exactly where you want it to.
He does nothing this time, just leans back and watches you with those dark, half-lidded scarlet eyes, hands idly exploring your thighs, occasionally raking his nails down them. Heâs in a trance as he gazes at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes are starting to roll back, by the way each drag of his cock against that spot has you keening, by the way his name leaves your lips in broken little whines that have him gasping in response.
Your hips speed up, and youâre desperate, so desperate to cum, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders through his thin t-shirt.
âGonnaââ he starts, breathless. âGonna cum?â
You nod a little frantically as eager hips rock against him, his hands finally finding your waist and helping you move.
âPlease,â he whimpers. âWanna feel you,â
And itâs his begging that does it, that finally sends you over the edge, pussy clenching around him, convulsing almost painfully and gushing on his cock with a sharp cry of his name. He follows immediately after, painting your insides with hot cum as a curse hitches in his chest.
Your body collapses against him, going pliant and boneless as you both pant. Everything feels heavyâyou havenât had an orgasm that intense in a whileâand the absolute last thing you want to do is get up and walk home.
Tomura can sense it. He can feel it in the way your fingers are knotting in his t-shirt, in the way your hips try to scoot forward, chest pressed against his tightly, and he wraps an arm around you, trying to keep you close for just a minute more.
Silence blankets the room as the two of you calm your breathing. Youâve been anticipating a certain sense of awkwardness to finally wash over you all night, but it never comes. Instead, itâs pleasant, and you hum a little, nuzzling your face into Tomuraâs shoulder as skinny fingers brush through your hair.
âI donât wanna go,â you say, and itâs so quiet, muffled by the material of his shirt, that he barely hears it. Maybe he wasnât supposed to.
âJust stay,â he mumbles, resting his chin atop your head. âText your dad some bullshit, or whatever,â
You want to. Youâre surprised at how much you desperately want to.
âTouya will kill me,â
âTouyaâs gonna kill ya either way, sweetheart,â
You suppose thatâs true. Neither of you tricked yourselves into thinking that youâd actually get away with this. Touya will know the moment he sees you, will probably be able to smell Tomura all over you, but you canât seem to find it in yourself to care, not in that moment, not when Tomuraâs so comfy and youâre so sleepy and itâs all just nice.
Good, you think. Itâs about time he gets a taste of how much stuff like this hurts.
And so you find yourself crawling into his bed, in one of his t-shirts, with bruises in the shape of his fingertips rapidly blossoming, heat seeping into your cheeks when he tells you he thinks you look cute in his clothes.
He latches onto you the moment youâve settled into his mattress, long arms encircling your waist and dragging you towards him. One of your legs slots between his, and you have to stifle a giggle.
âHard again, Tomura?â
âShut up,â he says, no heat to his voice. âCanât help it,â
His words echo your own, three simple words youâve said so many times to Touya, and you feel a pang in your chest.
âNot my fault youâre too hot,â he continues, grumbling into your neck.
Honestly, you didnât peg him as a cuddler, and maybe he isnâtâmaybe he just wants to grind and hump against your thighâbut you welcome the warmth of his body nonetheless.
It doesnât bother you, although it probably should, as he ruts against you, tiny broken moans and high, breathy whines being exhaled against your neck. But itâs so new, all of this is so new to you, and curiosity clouds your better judgement. While youâre pretty sure you should be shoving him away, reprimanding him for such behaviour, positive thatâs what any normal person would do, you donât. Little fingers thread in his hair instead, carding through silvery-blue fluffy tufts, reveling in the groan it pulls from him.
It doesnât take long for him to cum, thick and sticky in his boxers, the material wet against your thigh. Youâre impressed, both by how easily he cums, and how much he cums. You want to tell him, want to tease him about it a little, let him know you think itâs cute, but heavy, hazy fatigue begins to wash over you, and you fall asleep to Tomuraâs soft breaths mingled with the sound of you phone buzzing, over and over and over again.
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Your phoneâs dead when you wake sometime in the early afternoon, and for that, youâre thankful. Anxiety floods your stomach, bubbling up in your chest acidly as you think about whatâll be waiting for you when you recharge it.
Tomura walks you to the door, which you find to be very odd behaviour, but sweet nonetheless, and watches carefully as you slip on your shoes.
âUh, text me later, okay?â He sounds unsure for the first time since youâve been with him, and your expression softens.
âI will, if Touya doesnât take my phone away,â
And you pretend to miss the look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit as a hand comes to scratch idly at his neck, the way he looks almost worried. Itâs fine. Youâll be fine.
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He knows. The moment you step foot through the front door, he knows.
You knew he would, but it doesnât make the glare scathing your skin any less terrifying.
Heâs on you in an instantâyou didnât even know humans could move that fastâpinning you to the drywall, large hands wrapped around your wrists and forcing them above your head, keeping you trapped.
âYou little slut,â
Unexpected anger flares in your chest, even though tears are already beginning to collect in your eyes, and you squirm in his grasp.
âI fuck one other person, and Iâm the slut?â
You gasp the moment the words leave your lips, wide eyes searching his face and shaking your head frantically, would slap your hands over your mouth if they werenât currently secured in his bruising grip against the wall.
The look he gives you is absolutely petrifying, blue eyes darker than the oceanâso dark they almost look blackâhis stare cold and hard as stone, sending sharp spikes of ice up your spine.
âYou fucking reek of him,â he spits, face screwing up in disgust. Youâre sure you do, too, after spending a good twelve hours in his bed, almost positive you can smell him in your hair, the remnants of cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon clinging to you.
Patronizing eyes rake over you, zeroing in on the violet thatâs bloomed on your neck. His nostrils flare as he stares at it, breath beginning to come in rapid, uneven huffs. His eyes slowly drift back to yours, an unreadable expression settling on his face.
Itâs shock, and disbelief, and rage, andâŚand sadness? It passes too quickly for you to even tell, and then heâs pulling your wrists down callously, still gathered in his hand, and dragging you towards his room.
He all but throws you on his bed face first, breathing harsh and erratic as he exhales forcefully through his nose and climbs on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. A large hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs, forcing your upper body to arch.
âWas it good?â he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. âWas it worth it?â
Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.
âFucking answer me,â he growls out the words, but he sounds almostâŚdesperate? Youâve never heard his voice like this before, and itâs then that it finally dawns on you.
You got him back. Sure, heâs furious beyond belief, looks like he could kill you right here, right now, with his bare fucking handsâbut heâs also extremely upset, if the slight quiver present in his voice is any indication.
âYes,â you wheeze out. If it made him feel even an ounce of the emotional turmoil heâs put you through with his whores, then yes, it was absolutely worth it.
âYouâre going to regret saying that,â his voice is low, threatening, calm. Itâs disturbing, how quickly he can switch, and a chill of unease settles deep in your bonesâonce Touya stops with his growls and snarls, once his voice becomes monotonous and almost serene in a way, thatâs when you know heâs really angry.
Shoving your head down into the mattress, he tells you to stay fucking put as he gets up and wanders over to his desk. He returns to the bed moments later with a tool that vaguely resembles a pen, hand tangling in your hair again as he pulls you up.
âYou know what this is?â
You shake your head as best you can.
âItâs a soldering iron,â his voice is still composed and collected, sounding almost as if heâs explaining something to a child, but thereâs a malevolent glint in his eye, a look youâve never seen before. âIt gets really, really hot. I just so happened to be warming one on my desk,â
He says it so nonchalantly, as if this is an object one would regularly keep in their bedroom or on their desk.
âItâs not supposed to be used on skin,â he shrugs a little, twirling the tool between his fingers. âBut today, I think weâll make an exception,â
âWhat?â
âHead down, ass up,â he instructs sternly, pushing your head into his pillows.
âTouya, waitââ you start, the rest of your sentence muffled by the sheets. His hand gives one firm shoveâa warning to stay downâand then he begins shuffling around on the bed.
Careful to keep your cheek pressed hard against the pillow, you turn your head just enough to speak.
âWh-What are you doing?â Your voice is trembling, thick with tears, dense anxiety building in your chest.
âIâm going to burn my name into your pretty little ass,â he responds simply as he positions himself behind you, yanking your panties midway down your thighs and sitting back on his heels. âA nice, pretty, permanent mark so you, and everyone else, never forget who you fucking belong to,â
âNo!â you gasp, beginning to lift your head only to have him force it back into the pillow with a snarl. âNo, Touâniichan, I-Iâll do anything, pleaseââ
âNo, no, no, baby,â he says over your senseless babbling, voice almost gentle, thumb caressing your silky skin. âDonât squirm, now,â he chides. âIf you squirm, my hand might slip, and I might burn other parts of your body. We donât want that, do we? Be a good girl for niichan and sit still,â
And so you do. You should feel ashamed, pathetic, revolted that heâs able to manipulate you so easily, that he knows exactly how to turn you into putty to be molded and shaped as he pleases, even when heâs about to sear his name into your skin.
It burns unlike anything youâve ever felt before as he carefully carves his name into the supple flesh, saying the letters out loud as he does so. Itâs a unique, stinging-stabbing type of pure agony, one that sends sharp pain radiating up to your lower back and down your thigh. Â
Fingers curl in his dark sheets as you sob into his bedâchest-wracking sobs that have your entire body trembling, chest-wracking sobs that you so desperately try to hold back and swallow, to stay still, to be good for your niichan. Touya tells you to be happy, be grateful, that the temperature of his iron goes up so high.
âOtherwise, I wouldâve had to go over it several times in order to make it really stick,â
Itâs over quickly, though, a mere fifteen minutes later and heâs cleaning it with rubbing alcohol and gently taping thick gauze over it and uses this opportunity to take your panties off entirely.
âGood girl,â he praises as he hoists you up, manhandling you to straddle his spread thighs, careful of your now very sensitive bottom. âYou did so good for niichan,â
And you canât stand the way your heart weakly flutters at his praise. You canât stand the way you instinctually bury your head in his chest, tiny fists forming in the material of his t-shirt as you wail, canât stand the way he is still the only one you want comforting you.
His cock is hard through his jeans, and you can feel it pressing into your core as he shifts a little under you. Itâs humiliating, but youâre powerless to stop your hips from moving in subtle little circles, grinding your cunt against the rough denim. And he lets you do it for a little, too, tender fingers petting your hair as he soothes your sobs, taming them to little sniffles and hiccups.
âNiichanâs gonna fuck you now, okay?â he asks softly, murmuring against your scalp, voice almost sickly sweet.
It takes you a moment to respond, eventually nodding your head.
A smirk spreads across his lips and he instructs you to get up, tapping the side of your thigh.
You lift yourself, walking back on your knees and giving him enough room to free his aching cock from the confines of his jeans before his hands find your hips again, dragging you back.
âBaby,â he breathes as his fingers spread your folds, his eyes darkening in a manner much different than before. âAlready wet for me?â
Cheeks burning with shame, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering a little as he pushes a finger into you.
âDonât tell me,â he gasps tauntingly, voice dripping with artificial surprise. âYou didnât like being branded, did you?â
âNo,â you whisper, shaking your head quickly. No, it wasnât the branding that did itânot really, anyway. It was the aftercare. It was Touyaâs cold hands gently tending to your injured bottom, Touya pulling you into his lap as he praised you and dropped kisses to the crown of your head, Touya getting hard from the punishment, from permanently searing his name into your flesh.
You should be disgusted with yourself, with how eager you are, hips wiggling a little only a few moments later as you whine out softly, âNiichan, cock,â
âImpatient,â he huffs. âDonât get bratty with me now, you were doing so well,â
A pout forms on your face, still hidden in his shoulder.
âJusâ want it so bad,â you mumble against him, beginning to slur your words. âPlease, Touya-nii?â
He hums to himself, makes you beg just a little bit more, reveling in the way your voice begins to get desperate, all high and needy as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, whimpering and begging with pathetic little please, niichan?âs.
âIs this how you want it? Huh? Wanna ride niichan?â
Mewling a little, you nod, rolling your hips into his palm.
âWords, sweetheart,â
âYeah,â you breathe out. âW-Wanna ride you,â
Finally, he gives it to you, lets you sink down on his cock, watching the way you wince as it stretches you, expression contradicted by your soft moans.
He forces you to begin bouncing immediately, doesnât allow you to set the paceâhe never doesâsmirking at those little pained cries spilling from your throat, though whether theyâre because his cock or the five letters freshly burned into your skin, he isnât sure. Maybe both; probably both.
âAw, baby,â he coos, tone condescending. âDoes it hurt?â
âYeah,â you whimper, the threat of tears stinging your eyes.
âYeah? Yeah?â his voice mimics yours, pitched high and whiny. âI bet it fucking does,â
A hand travels down to grope your assâspecifically, the cheek with the brandâsqueezing hard as fingers dig into your skin. You cry out, tears finally leaking from your eyes, chest hitching as you sob out, âTouya-nii,â
âDonât ever do something like that again,â he says in your ear, voice low and dangerous. âDonât you ever go fuck another man because youâre mad at me, do you understand?â
Heat begins to coil tightly in your stomach at his smooth, dark voice. âY-Yes,â
âPromise me,â he growls, grip tightening on your ass.
âI promise,â youâre weeping as he gives one more harsh squeeze, pain scorching through your backside, a loud yelp escaping your lips.
âBet his cock didnât feel as good as mine,â he sneers in your ear, panting a little. âWasnât as big as mine, didnât fill you up the way mine does,â
âNo, no, no,â youâre chanting in time with his thrusts, eyes rolling back in your head.
âProbably couldââ a low groan cuts him off as your pussy flutters around him. âCould never make you cum the way I do,â
A loud whine rips from your throat, your head nodding as he continues his relentless thrusts up into you, never once faltering. Adrenaline and endorphins rush through your veins, high off the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.
âN-Niichan,â you gasp, nails digging into his flesh through the material of his thin t-shirt. âNiichan,â
âGonna cum? Hmm? Gonna make a mess all over niichanâs cock?â heâs asking breathlessly, slamming into you at a rapid pace and using his thighs for more leverage, hands gripping your hips.
âUh-huh,â
âDo it, then,â he commands hoarsely. âCum on your niichanâs cock,â
And you do, helplessly, incapable of disobeying a direct order, creaming so hard your vision blanks for a second, overwhelmed by the extreme, potent mix of pain and pleasure crashing over you.
âWho do you belong to?â Touyaâs nearly keening now, hips jackhammering, making your body twitch and shudder with every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy.
âYou,â
âTell me again,â
âI belong to you, niichan,â
And those five simple wordsâthose five simple words have him cumming hard, hips stilling and cockhead pressed firmly against your cervix, filling your cute little cunt with his seed as broken curses fall from his lips.
Youâre both panting, covered in a thin, sheen layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and little droplets of tears still glistening on your lash line. He all but collapses back against the bed, taking you with him, cock still buried inside of you.
âAnd Iâm yours,â he whispers into your hair, hugging you tightlyâtoo tightlyâto his heaving chest. âIâm yours,â
Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, you wonder if youâre destined to play this game for the rest of your lives.
Heâs yours.
Are you stuck with him now, forever?
Heâs yours.
Will you every get married? Ever get the chance to date someone else?
Heâs yours.
Do you even want to?
Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, knowing heâs yours, do you even want any of that?
No. With your head resting against his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breaths, slender fingers combing through your sweaty hair, you realize that this is all you want.
Heâs yours, and youâre his, and that is enough.
#dabi x reader#dabi smut#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki smut#dabi#todoroki touya#no of course i didn't get the brand idea from jackass#what are u talking about#this tomura is uhhhh v different from break my bones tomura#ehehe he's kinda soft but also rly disgusting???#yucky yucky boi#i will DIE with that rich boy shig hc#tw pseudo-incest#tw noncon/dubcon#tw branding#tw dacryphilia#tw degradation#tw cheating#tw toxic relationship
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Rating: Gen
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, SoftBoi!Rodrick, Insecure!Reader
Ship: Rodrick Heffley x Reader
Warnings: Body Image, Eating Disorders / Body Dysmorphia, InsecurityÂ
A/N: this is. SO shmoopy and cheesy lmaoooo but this was an anon request and i live to please :) enjoy!
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You dragged yourself through your front door, kicking off your shoes in the foyer. The house was dark - your parents were probably asleep already.
You had just spent the day with Rodrick at Six Flags, and you were exhausted from spending all day in the hot sun, running around with your boyfriend like children. You smiled to yourself thinking about the events of the day, the thrill of the rollercoasters you went on.
You clutched the teddy bear Rodrick had won you close to your chest as you slowly ascended the stairs, trying not to make too much noise.
You entered your room and tenderly placed the bear on the bed, giving it a little kiss on the head as you did so before starting your night routine. Change into pajamas, brush teeth, wash face. As you were putting on your final face cream, your phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. You knew who it was from the specific rhythm of the vibration - two short bursts, like a heartbeat.
Rodrick had sent pictures of you two from today - a lot of selfies, but also a couple of far away shots that Rodrick had harassed people into taking for you. People rarely were able to say no to Rodrick once he had gotten an idea into his head - even if that idea was wrapping himself around a street lamp like a stripper for a good picture.
You finally, blissfully laid down in bed, letting out a giant groan as you cracked your back. You browsed the photos, feeling your heart-rate pick up as you gazed at Rodrick in the pictures. He looked so cute today - he had been wearing cut off black jeans, black high-top vans, and a loose button down Hawaiian shirt, half-way unbuttoned to show off his tanned chest and the multiple layers of silver necklaces he was wearing. His nails were painted black, but his eyes were free of makeup, simply accented by his naturally long eye-lashes and the smile-lines around his eyes.
After admiring Rodrick, you turned your gaze to yourself in the pictures. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. When you had left the house this morning, you had felt pretty confident in your outfit - just ripped jean shorts and a crop-top with converse. But as you looked closer, you couldnât stop thinking about how unsatisfied you felt with the way you looked in the pictures.
As you continued to scroll through, the more faults you found in your appearance. Your thighs being squeezed by your shorts, which didnât feel too tight but apparently were not as flattering as you thought. In one picture, you were sitting down on a bench, your legs over Rodrickâs lap, but you couldnât stop staring at the roll of your stomach that came over the waistband of your shorts. You felt tears pricking your eyes, but you stubbornly refused to cry. You spent a long time trying to feel confident in yourself - you werenât going to let that hard work be ruined by a few unflattering photos.
However, you couldnât stop thinking about the way your body looked in those pictures. You got up to stand in front of your full length mirror, looking at the reflection critically. You were craning your neck to look at your butt when you heard a soft tap-tap-tap at the window. You jumped about 2 feet in the air before you realized it was just Rodrick, grinning from outside the window and placing a wet kiss on the glass, making you laugh. He made a grossed-out expression when he realized the glass was not as clean as he thought it was, wiping his tongue on the back of his hand.
âI swear to God, youâre like a toddler. Didnât your mom ever tell you not to lick random surfaces?â you asked as you opened the window to let him in. He folded himself gracefully through the window, all long limbs and messy hair. You felt both comforted and electrified in his presence.
âSince when have I ever listened to any authority figure?â Rodrick asked, grinning wolfishly and leaning down to kiss you softly, juxtaposing his rebellious tone. For someone with such a seemingly hard exterior, Rodrick was always very gentle and sweet with you. It was one of the things you loved most about him - he seemed to hate everyone but you. It made you feel special and appreciated.Â
As he pulled back from the kiss, he frowned, stroking his thumb over your cheek. âHave you been crying? Your eyes are red,â he said, making a pouty face. You shrugged, turning away and shaking your head.
âNo, just allergies probably.â
Rodrick scoffed, âSure, allergies. Youâre a bad liar, you know that?â
You refused to look at him, instead going to your record player and flipping through the vinyls you had stacked in a black milk-crate. âIâm not a bad liar,â you said half-heartedly, not really able to come up with any other excuse.
âYou totally are, you avoided eye contact and everything. Seriously, what's wrong? Do you not like the bear?â Rodrick asked. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself smile despite your bad mood.
âNo, I love the bear. I named him Sasha Bear-on Cohen. Get it?â you said, turning your head to place a kiss on his cheek.
âAhh, a-very nice,â Rodrick replied in his best Borat impression. You giggled. He gave you a squeeze, hands warm on your waist, but the sensation made you self-conscious about your body again, and you wiggled away. You couldnât understand how Rodrick could bear to touch you. You had no idea why he was attracted to you in the first place. It made tears spring to your eyes again, and you sniffled.
âY/nâ, Rodrick said softly, looking genuinely concerned. âI know you. You donât get sad for no reason - unless youâre on your period, or you start thinking too much about the Mars Curiosity Rover.â
You sighed, but you knew he had a point. It took you a minute to get your thoughts into words before you spoke.
âI just... I know its silly. But those pictures - you look like a Hot Topic wet dream and I look... I donât know. I just donât like the way I look. And most of the time I donât let it bother me - at least, I try - but I hate having my picture taken because whenever I see them, all I can see is the things I hate about myself. So. Yeah.â
You feel the tears making steady rivers down your cheeks, and your voice shakes as you speak. Rodrick listens attentively, sitting on the foot of your bed. He pats the space next to him, and you sit down. His hand rests on your leg - not constraining you or placating you with a hug, just letting you know heâs there.
âY/n, I donât know how to tell you this without sounding like a giant cheese-ball, but... holy fuck. You are so beautiful. I - every time I look at you all I can think is goddamn, I canât believe sheâs into a loser like me. And donât argue, itâs just a fact,â he says quickly as you try to defend him from his own self-deprecation.Â
âIâm not good with words... Iâm more of a man of action, yâknow?â he says, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You smack him on the arm, but his silly expression still makes you smile.
âBut, I can still tell you - and donât repeat this to anyone ever because Iâll never live it down - you give me butterflies. Every time. No matter if youâre in pajamas or a ballgown. You make me feel like a stack of pancakes with warm butter and syrup,â he pauses as you laugh, his warm brown eyes gazing into yours. âJust... I donât even know what Iâm saying at this point. You make my bones feel funny. Thatâs how beautiful you are.â
Rodrick finally wraps his arms around you. You let yourself be folded into the embrace, feeling content and more than a little overwhelmed by his confession.
âThank you,â you murmur, unable to find any other words at the moment. You want to say all of that back to him, ten-fold. You want to tell him he makes you feel like flashing concert lights and Fourth of July fireworks. But your mouth canât make the words, so you just wrap your arms around him tighter.
âDo you want me to spend the night?â he asks, pressing a kiss to your temple. You simply nod, already moving up the bed and pulling back the covers as Rodrick goes to turn out the lights.
In the dark of the room, only illuminated by the street-lamp outside your house, Rodrick looks very alien - all long lines and lean angles. It makes your heart-rate kick up again, and you feel a blush form on your cheeks. Itâs not as though this is the first time youâve slept in the same bed, or even been intimate, but this feels... different.Â
Rodrick tucks himself in next to you on your bed - itâs a queen size, so it fits both of you well enough that you could sleep together not touching if you wanted to. But Rodrick is a big cuddler at heart, even if he would deny it to his grave. He wraps his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his chest, already being lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
You feel like itâs important to tell him before you both lose the tenderness of the moment, so you finally open your mouth to speak.
âIâm so lucky. I know you think youâre... a loser, or whatever but, Rodrick. You arenât. You are so beyond cool, and brave, and courageous. Thinking about you makes my head spin. And whenever I see you... Iâm home.â You trail off, feeling awkward, but Rodrick simply tightens his arms around you, stroking your back with his fingers.
âIf I knew we were getting this sentimental I wouldnât have brought lube... and maybe a few tissues,â he snickers, and you pinch his nipple, causing him to squeal.
âJerk.â
âBitch,â he teases back, and you sigh softly, feeling your body and mind relax. You had almost completely forgotten about the pictures - and at this point, you didnât really care. The pictures didnât speak. The only voice telling you that you werenât beautiful was the one inside your head, and it could definitely be a bitch sometimes.
You couldâve imagined it, but as your brain was finally shutting down, you couldâve sworn you heard Rodrick start to sing, âyou are my sunshine... my only sunshine...â
âyou make me happy... when skies are gray...â
âyouâll never know, dear, how much i love you...â
âplease donât take my sunshine away...â
#devon bostick#rodrick heffley#rodrick heffley x reader#rodrick heffley fanfiction#rodrick heffley fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#comfort fanfiction#comfort fanfic#hurt fanfiction#hurt fanfic#hurt/comfort fanfic#Diary of a Wimpy Kid
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Warnings: Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries. Suggestive scenarios only, no actual NSFW content.
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"Hongjoong!" You continuously poked at his arm rather harshly, trying to get him to look away from the phone in his hands.
"What-what?!" He freaked out and accidentally dropped his phone on the floor.
When he saw you peeking over to see what had gotten him so interested, he quickly scrambled to pick it up before hiding it in his lap. That made you even more suspicious.
"What are you trying to hide?" You squinted your eyes at him.
Hongjoong gulped nervously, which made your anxiety rise up.
"No-nothing... " But obviously there was something if his eyes refused to look at you. The longer you stared at him, the more Hongjoong seemed to recoil back in his chair, looking like he was..... guilty? Ashamed?
Dropping your fork on the table, you held up an accusatory finger at him.
"I'm warning you right now Kim Hongjoong, if you're fucking cheating on me I will cut off your penis while you're sleeping!" You threatened him.
The color drained from Hongjoong's face but nonetheless he got up to go over and calm you down.
"No no babe! I'm not cheating on you! I swear." He promised you, even getting on his knees in front of you.
"Then what were you looking at that you didn't want me to see?"
Sighing softly, Hongjoong took out his phone and pulled up the picture that he was looking at: it was a really cute and girly crib with a pink bed setting. You had to admit you were surprised that it would be something he was so intently looking at.
"And tell me why you were so distracted by this? Who were you planning on buying this for? Our son is already 3 and I don't think he'll appreciate the frilly pink in his room." You tried reasoning with him.
"No it's not for him. I've just been seeing so many nursery ideas for baby girls and it kinda got me thinking...." He paused and layed a hand on your stomach as he bit down on his lip, hoping you'd catch on to what he was trying to say.
And you most certainly did.
"Hongjoong- are you telling me you actually want another baby?" You weren't put off by the idea but it was so sudden and unexpected that you didn't know how to react.
Standing upright, Hongjoong squeezed your cheeks and softly pecked your lips.
"I do. I want an adorable and beautiful little girl... just like you. " He chuckled adoringly as he pressed more kisses to your cheek, trying to coerce you into saying yes.
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"Dang, could you imagine raising 6 kids?" You asked Seonghwa as you cuddled up closer to him, your hand stroking the little patch of skin that was peeking out of his pajama shirt while you two watched the old sitcom The Brady Bunch play on your tv.
"Well you'd never have a boring day for sure." He chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
You hummed softly, eyes never leaving the screen in front of you.
"True...but to think how exhausting it must be. We only have two and they take up most of our time."
Seonghwa laughed at how true your words were, your twins already nearing 5 years of age and boy were they a handful. If you weren't making sure they were doing well in school, you almost always had to deal with the boy pranking his sister or causing all kinds of mischief or you had your daughter coming up to you with the darnest of questions, one after another.
"But you can't deny they're adorable and they make our life happier." He reminded you, and you had to agree. Like Seonghwa said, there was never a boring day with your two munchkins around.
Feeling Seonghwa's fingers idly tap along your hip, you knew his mind was elsewhere and not on the show playing on the tv.
"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked him.
Seonghwa wondered whether it would be a good idea to say something but ultimately decided 'screw it.' Turning off the tv, he sat up and looked you straight in the eye.
"How would you feel about adding another member to the family?" He straight out blurted it out.
Although you knew what he meant, you decided to play like you didn't understand.
"I thought you said no pets because they make a mess." You giggled which caused Seonghwa to flick your head.
"You know that's not what I meant." He huffed out.
"I know, I know love...."
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, your fingers slowly began undoing the buttons.
"So.... you want another baby?"
Seonghwa felt himself hardening when he looked at your suggestive eyes.
"Yes." He breathed out, tongue swiping over his lips when you brought your face close to his.
"Wanna fuck another baby into me?" You smirked as you layed down on the bed and pulled him on top of you.
"Hell yeah-"
Your moment was interrupted when you heard the screeching of your daughter as she called out for you, ratting out her brother in his new prank. Seonghwa sighed loudly as he got up.
"Guess we're trying this another night."
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Picking his son up from school, Yunho watched as the little boy waved goodbye to his friends who in turn ran to their respective parents. He noticed how the boy seemed to look with great curiosity at some of them, particularly when they would hug or mess around with the sibling that was accompanying their dad or mom. Even during the car ride home, Yunho would peer through the rear view mirror and saw the little boy fidgeting his tiny hands.
"What's up buddy? Something on your mind?" He asked.
His son looked around nervously before blurting out:
"Dad how come all of my friends have brothers or sisters but I don't?"
Yunho had to steady his grip on the steering wheel to keep from swerving onto the opposite lane. He was not prepared to be asked such a question by his son.
"I well umm..... mommy and I didn't know you'd want a sibling...."
Yunho looked back at his son through the rear view mirror, hesitating on his words.
"Do you want a brother or sister?"
The reaction on the boy's face was immediate, eyes growing big and sparkling.
"Yes! I want someone to play with every day too!" He squealed.
Yunho chuckled at his son's excitement. Getting out his phone, being careful not to take his eyes off the road, he made a quick call to Mingi and asked him if he could babysit for a couple hours, which his friend was more than happy to do. Yunho immensely thanked him and hung up.
"Well buddy, for today please settle for Mingi's daughter. Maybe this time you'll actually beat her in climbing up a tree faster."
Happy at getting his boy content and with entertained for a few hours, Yunho dropped him off at Mingi's place, the latter promising to take good care of him, which Yunho didn't doubt one bit. Getting back inside the car, he nearly drove over the speed limit just so he could get home as fast as possible. You were just finishing up setting up the table for lunch when Yunho came running inside.
"Hey, where's-"
You slightly gasped when Yunho cupped your face and began kissing you hungrily, his mouth devouring yours as his hands went to the back of your thighs so he could pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist.
"Yunho what has gotten into you? Where's my baby?" You finally asked when you were able to catch your breath.
"He's over with Mingi and he'll be there for a couple hours, perfect if you ask me."
You couldn't help the blush that spread across your cheeks when Yunho kicked open the door to your room and proceeded to lay you on the bed.
"Our son is lonely, he wants someone to play with and keep him company."
You giggled when you caught onto his meaning, tilting your head when he began peppering kisses along your jaw.
"So let's try and make him a sibling."
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Yeosang and you calmly laid out the food on top of the picnic blanket, one of you looking over every once in a while at the pair of kids running around the park, making sure neither of them got hurt, which they didn't. You two merely exchanged amused looks when you heard their playful bantering.
"Hey! No fair! You cheated!" Your son accused his older half sister, face frowning at having lost in their game of hide and seek.
"Did not! You're just a sore loser." Eunbin called out.
Huffing loudly, your son stomped his tiny 4 year old feet away from her, but stopping midway to turn around dramatically.
"I liked you better when you'd let me win!" He exclaimed.
"And I liked you better when you couldn't talk and still needed to be changed. You were a lot cuter back then!" Eunbin replied, half snorting at her statement.
You and Yeosang tried not to burst out laughing right then and there, preferring to keep quiet, knowing they'd be friends again in 5 minutes and forget they even got mad at each other. You went back to your task of peeling fruit, so engrossed that you almost didn't hear Yeosang start talking.
"He was incredibly adorable as a baby, Eunbin isn't lying." He commented.
"Yeah he was. He looked like a little cherub. Squishy cheeks and button nose." You faintly squealed as you recalled all the times you'd stay by his crib and watched him sleep.
Yeosang also began reminiscing about those times, his mind starting to get ideas.
"What if we had another one?" He asked so casually.
"Another baby?" You raised your head to look at him.
"Yeah.... I mean... I kinda miss all those sleepless nights of crying, endless feeding, rocking them to sleep and changing diapers." Yeosang admitted.
"I did most of it though." You reminded him.
"I mean.... I helped didn't I?" Yeosang tried to argue.
"Actually Damian helped out, even if he was grouchy about it." You rolled your eyes.
Yeosang huffed. "So I take it this means no baby?"
"Now hold on, I didn't say that. I'm very open to the idea, but you know this isn't a decision to make ourselves."
Calling for your children over, they speedily made their way to you two, each of them sitting next to their favorite parent, Eunbin next to her father while your son scooted over with you, resting his head on your lap.
"Hey kids, what do you guys think about mommy and I getting you guys a brother or sister?"
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"There you go princess. All nice and pretty like always. Remember to behave at school ok? And be nice...."
Looking over to make sure you weren't within earshot, San leaned in and whispered to his daughter.
"But if anyone is being mean to you, remember to do that thing I taught you."
The tiny pig tailed girl held up her tiny fists and proceeded to lift her foot up and kick the air, just like her father had secretly taught her to do when you weren't around.
"That's my girl! Love you."
Kissing the top of her head, he watched her get in the car that also contained Wooyoung's daughter, their mom waving from the driver's side before taking them both to school. As usual, San stayed by the doorstep and waited a couple minutes before heading back inside. He joined you in the kitchen, where you were busy washing dishes from breakfast. Feeling your husband hug you from behind, you looked over and pecked his cheek.
"What's wrong?" You asked when you saw his pouty face.
"I'm worried about our princess. What if something happens to her?" He was starting once more with his overprotective dad mode.
"San she's going to be fine." You assured him.
"How do we know for sure? We say that now but what about later in life? Soon she'll start growing up, start making her own decisions and- Oh my God! Boys! Some boy will try to take her away from me!" He screeched, pure panic on his face.
"And that's normal. She will attract boys, she will date, will get her heartbroken-"
"Oh no no no, anyone breaks her heart, I'll break their necks." He cracked his knuckles to get his point across.
"You can't spy on her 24/7 you know. You might not even know when someone is interested in her or if she's interested in someone." You tried explaining to him.
"Hmmm true....we need someone else to do the job.."
Turning you around, San had a mischievous look in his eyes as he began untying your robe.
"Maybe someone like a little brother to report to me anything that goes on in her life."
You scoffed at him. "Choi San, are you suggesting we have a kid merely so they'll become your little accomplice?"
San chuckled as he pulled your body against his.
"That and it's getting pretty gloomy in the house without our daughter. Another baby might cheer us up."
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Mingi and you cooed at the tiny baby that was in Yunho's arms.
"He's so adorable." You squeaked when he brought it closer to you so you could get a better look at his tiny face
"And big." Mingi pointed out
"Yep, his mom felt that too while pushing him out." Yunho grimaced as he recalled the excruciating hours inside the delivery room.
"But it was all worth it in the end. We brought another healthy precious boy into the world and our son won't be so lonely anymore." Yunho continued as he looked over towards his son and your daughter who were currently immersed in their favorite tv show.
"Here, wanna hold him?"
Of course you did. Carefully taking the baby from his arms, you rocked him in your embrace, your heart nearly bursting out of your chest from how cute he was.
"Oh my god Mingi! He's the cutest thing ever." You whisper yelled, not wanting to cause the baby to cry or anything.
"I know. Doesn't it make you want another one?"
You whipped your head over at Mingi, who looked shocked that he actually said that.
"I mean- if you don't want to that's fine. I understand. After all, we already have our lovely daughter and I wouldn't want you to go through another pregnancy if you weren't up to it..." His babbling started to trail off, throat clearing as he felt embarrassed about what he said.
"Well look at that, he needs to be fed. Maybe it'll give you two time to talk." Yunho laughed slightly as he took the baby away and went to go prepare a bottle.
When Mingi looked back, you had your arms crossed over your chest, foot tapping against the floor. Your stare made him nervous.
"Song Mingi....do you want another baby?" You raised an eyebrow.
"I mean....I would but if you don't, I won't-"
You silenced him by pressing a kiss on his lips.
"I do. I think it'd be nice to grow our tiny family a little more." Your reply brought a smile to his face.
"Really? You mean it?"
You nodded immediately, giggling when he pressed more kisses on your lips.
"Can we start trying tonight?"
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"Y/N, I need your opinion on something." Wooyoung called out for you.
Walking into the room, you saw him face deep on his laptop, scrolling the mouse down.
"What?" You asked as you came up behind him.
"You know how we've been talking about moving to a different area?" You nodded at his question. Indeed, you had both been discussing about moving to a neighborhood that was close to your daughter's school.
"Well I found a few options and I wanted to see if you liked any of them."
Hunching over slightly, you started looking at all the different houses Wooyoung found. They all looked pretty cozy and very spacious.. a little too big though.
"Ooh! That's the one I liked! It has this huge backyard and I was thinking maybe we could install a playground for our daughter out there. With swings and a slide. Or maybe a trampoline!" He excitedly poured out his ideas.
"Wooyoung these are all 4 bedroom houses though." You pointed out.
"Yeah. So?" He shrugged.
"It's literally just 3 of us, what on earth are we going to do with 2 spare rooms?" You questioned him.
"Well I mean....what if..it wasn't just us 3? What if 3 became 4...or even more?" He looked up at you as he bit down on his lip, his hands coming up to caress your hips in a suggestive manner.
Smiling fondly at him, you cupped his cheeks and hummed.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You smirked at him.
"Are you going to say yes?" He looked at you with a hopeful smile.
You pretended to think about it, but eventually sighed and gave in.
"Yes."
Wooyoung jumped up from his seat and crushed you in a tight embrace, his lips attacking your cheek with pecks that felt more aggresive than grateful.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" He repeated over and over again.
Running out of the room, he barged into your daughter's bedroom where he proceeded to pick her up and spin her around, the poor girl confused.
"Guess what babygirl?! We're moving to a new house and you're going to get a sibling!"
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Jongho steadied the tiny girl on his lap who was bouncing out of emotion while watching the soccer game.
"Ok ok honey, settle down. I don't want you falling off or something." He said as his strong hands kept her in place.
You and your daughter proudly cheered for Hongjoong's son and his team as they continued to score goal after goal, eventually winning over the other team which sent all of the spectators into a frenzy.
"Oh my god! They actually won!" You clapped.
Overflowing with excitement, your daughter hopped off her dad's lap and ran full speed into the field where she proceeded to latch onto Hongjoong's son, her tiny arms clinging to him while the poor boy was looking scared and nudged for someone to help him.
"Of course she'd run over to him." Jongho let out a sigh.
"Upset that your little girl already has her first crush?" You teased.
"No- well yes, but no actually."
Sensing that something was the matter with him, you inched yourself closer to Jongho, your hand reaching out to hold his.
"Is something wrong?"
It took a while for Jongho to muster his thoughts, but he eventually laid out his worries to you.
"No, it's just.... don't get me wrong, I love our daughter very much, she's my whole world along with you. But I can't help but feel jealous of my friends with their sons. Taking them to soccer matches every weekend, teaching them how to kick a ball, score a goal, you know, activities for father son bonding times."
You understood what he was talking about and although he could very well try to teach those things to your daughter, she was much too delicate and girly for such things, not to mention she didn't have much of an interest in sports. Resting your head on his shoulder, you smiled as you suggested:
"Maybe we should start trying for a boy then. I think it'd be nice don't you?"
Jongho whipped his head at you, questioning if you were being serious or not. You grinned and kissed his nose, effectively letting him know you were indeed being serious. Giggling, he pulled you against him and kissed your forehead.
"I love you so much."
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Mobster!Steve Rogers x reader Part 2
<Part 1<
Warnings: 18+ readers only, oral f-receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, public sex? People listening, violence
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You couldn't remember the last time you were excited for a 'date' or felt completely comfortable whilst on one.
Steve was true to his word, and the entire night he treated you like you were a Queen. He called you beautiful, kissed your hand, kept his arm secure around your waist as the two of you walked into the restaurant. Maybe you were a little paranoid, thinking Brock was going to show up and ruin it for you but you were sure you could feel everyone's eyes on you the moment you walked into the packed restaurant. It almost felt like everyone went quiet until the pair of you were sat down. It did strike you as odd when Steve walked you out of your apartment building to his car and both Bucky and Sam were waiting for you.
"I had a great time tonight, Steve, thank you." You smiled up at him shyly as the two of you sat in the back of his car.
Steve had his arm around you, his fingers stroking your bare shoulder as his other hand held yours, lightly stroking his thumb over your knuckles, every now and then he'd lightly kiss them. You felt yourself blushing more and more, enjoying the strange feeling that swam in your stomach.
"Me too." Steve smiled softly at you as he leaned his head back as the car came to a stop outside your building. "Can I see you again, doll?"
You were a little hesitant, after everything with Brock, you were scared to go through all that again, but something about Steve made you feel safer than you'd ever felt.
"I'd-" Your eyes widened with fear as you glanced out the window over Steve's shoulder. "Oh, no... No, no." You gulped.
Steve frowned as he looked out the window himself. He let out an audible growl, spotting Brock standing on the other side of the street. "Sam, Bucky, I want to have a chat with Mr Rumlow. Now." He ordered. He turned back to face you, "Stay here, doll." He offered you a reassuring smile before he opened the door and got out.
You slid over to the door Steve had just shut and rolled the window down enough so you could hear. You couldn't hear everything that was being said, but you could tell Brock was pissed.
He shook his head and looked round Steve's bulking frame towards the car. "Seriously, Y/N? Do you know who he is?" Bucky grabbed him by the shoulder as he tried to move closer. "You thought our relationship was bad. Oh, baby... You've no idea what's in store for you now... Now, now you're a mobsters whore." He spat at you.
You let out a startled gasp as Steve punched him square in the face. You felt a mixture of emotions swimming in your gut as you watched the encounter. Was what Brock said true? Is that why Steve punched him? Why did it turn you on so much?
"Doll?" You blinked and looked up at Steve as he stood in front of you. You'd been inside your own head so much, you hadn't noticed Steve come back to the car and open the door. He offered you a soft smile as he held his hand out for you. Your eyes flicked down to his knuckles, you could see where he'd punched Brock and it made your stomach flutter, "Let's get you inside,sweetheart."
You nodded and took his hand, unable to form any words.
Neither of you spoke as you made your way up to your apartment, you weren't sure what to say to him, but you didn't move out of his hold either.
"You're not running." Steve spoke softly as you came to a stop outside your apartment door.
You shook your head. You closed your eyes and drew in a deep breath. "This is insane..." You let out a dry chuckle, "I barely know you, I should be running away..."
Steve's brow furrowed as he pinched your chin between his finger and thumb and lifted your face. "I meant what I said, doll. I'll treat you like the Queen you are. I would never, hurt ya' like he did. Just let me take care of you." Steve sighed, "I understand though, and if you tell me to leave, I will. I'll never bother you again."
"I should be running, but I'm not." You looked up at him, "I don't care that you're, a crime lord, or whatever it is you are." You smiled and turned to unlock your door. "All I know is, whether this is a fleeting romance, or long term, I've never felt safer. And I've never felt more certain about what I want."
Steve gave you a playful smirk, "I'm not a crime lord, doll." He winked at you making you roll your eyes at him and smile. Steve stepped closer to you as you pushed your door open. He reached out and grabbed your hand, turning you so you were facing him. "What do you want, doll? Tell me." He reached up and gently held your face in his large hands. He leaned in, almost brushing lips against yours but holding back, teasing you, wanting to hear you say you wanted it.
"I want you."
The moment those words left your lips, Steve leaned in and pressed his against yours. You let out a soft moan, allowing Steve to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.
The kiss ended all too soon when Steve's cell began ringing.
Steve pulled back with a heavy exhale. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled it out. "Not the best time, Buck."
You rolled your eyes playfully and turned around, walking off into your apartment, leaving Steve to his phone call. You kicked your shoes off and your coat closely following before walking into your bedroom to put them away. You frowned to yourself and moved over to the window and peered through the closed blinds, out onto the street, letting out a relieved sigh when you couldn't see Brock.
"He won't be back, doll." Steve spoke from behind you, lightly pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he slipped his hands over your waist.
"I wish I could believe you." You admitted.
Steve kissed your shoulder again, slowly moving his lips up the side of your neck. You closed your eyes letting out a soft moan as you moved your head to the side. "Forget about him. Just focus on me, sweetheart." He slowly traced the curves of your body with his fingers. "I'm going nowhere."
You moaned again. "Please." You begged softly.
Steve reached up and unzipped the back of your dress before slipping the straps off your shoulders. The material fell to your feet, leaving you in just your lacey bra and matching panties. "Let me see you, baby girl." Steve whispered.
You closed your eyes and slowly began to turn, holding your breath as you did. You suddenly felt nervous. It had been a while since anyone had seen you like this.
"Open your eyes for me, doll." He asked, smiling softly at you as you did as he asked. He pinched your chin softly and raised your head so you were looking at him, "You're more beautiful than I imagined." He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
You felt his hands move to where your bra was fastened and with expert fingers Steve had it off and dropping to floor to join your dress. A shiver ran down your spine as he teased his fingertips across your skin as he pulled back from you. You gulped as you u watched his eyes slowly take you in.
"How can anyone treat you so badly. You're perfect." He whispered and lightly pinched your left nipple making your breath catch in your throat.
Steve leaned forwards and ran his tongue over your other nipple then lightly sucked it into his mouth. Your eyes fell shut and your head fell back as he lightly toyed with you. He moved his lips over the curve of your breast as he got to his knees before you.
"Ste-eve?"
"Shh, doll, just enjoy it. I'm not gonna hurt ya'." He sent you a playful wink before he continued to kiss across your body. He was going to worship your body until you told him to stop.
As he kissed across your hips, he pulled down your panties and dropped them top floor. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip before he practically dived in.
"Fuck!" You jumped, a high pitch noise leaving your lips as you tangled your fingers in his hair.
You've had guys eat you out before, before whilst you were stood up was new. And Steve was already far better than anyone you've ever had before.
You let out a startled gasp as he lifted your left leg and placed it over his shoulder, making space for him so he could get closer (if possible) to his meals. You were fucking delicious. As your leg laid over his shoulder, you will became fully aware of how naked you were compared to Steve, who was still fully clothed, except for his suit jacket and tie that he'd discarded. Something about it all made you wetter, made it almost sinful.
"Oh, Steve, I-" You let out a breathy moan as you felt your orgasm come out of nowhere.
Steve stared up at you with lust blown eyes as he worked you through your high. His hands holding firmly on hips as your body quivered. He eventually pulled back with a smirk, "How ya' feelin', baby girl?"
You could get used to the different pet names Steve called you, they made you giddy and eager to please. God, maybe you were a whore... Ah well. "Fucking great." You grinned down at him with a small giggle.
Steve licked his bottom lip as he stood up. "Good." He smiled, "We can stop here if you-"
"Don't you dare!" You sent him a glare before reaching out and began to unbutton his shirt. "I'd hate to have to get my vibrator out, 'cause you're not up to it." You looked up at him through your eyelashes and smirked.
Steve grabbed a hold of your wrists and growled. "I was, going to take it easy on ya', but since you're such a little minx." He growled, "Get on the bed." He ordered.
A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, deep and rough. You quickly slipped out of his hold and skipped over to your bed, excitement bubbling in your stomach. Steve ran his eyes over your body as you crawled over the mattress and settled in the middle. You were beautiful.
"Touch yourself," He ordered again, slowly unfastening the rest of his shirt.
You gulped and nodded. You spread your legs wide so Steve could see as you slipped your fingers over your pussy. You let out a soft sigh as you gathered the slick and began to slowly tease yourself.
Steve licked his lips as he watched your fingers disappear inside of your pussy. Your taste still lingered on his tongue and he was still hungry for more. He could spend all night watching you touch yourself, you looked and sounded so beautiful, but that could wait for another night. Right now he needed to be inside of you. He needed to be the one to make you cry out in pleasure and begging for more. He wanted to erase all memories of Brock Rumlow and all the pain he caused you. As your soft moans filled the room, Steve dropped the last of his clothing to the floor.
"Stop." Steve commanded. Your eyes opened as you stopped your movements, your breath almost catching in your throat as you stared up at Steve. "You look so beautiful baby girl," Steve knelt on the bottom of the bed. "But I think m'gonna have to stretch you myself, hmm?" He crawled up the bed until he was once again face to face with your dripping pussy.
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure the moment Steve slipped his much larger finger inside of you. His lips pressed against your already shaking thigh as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you.
"Fuck," Steve moaned, "Your gonna squeeze my cock so fucking good, aren't ya' doll?"
You hummed, "... Yes,"
Steve lightly but your inner thigh s he pushed a second finger inside of you, your moans like music to his ears. He ran his tongue over the mark lightly before moving to lick at your swollen bud, making you squeal loudly. His fingers pressed against that spungy spot inside of you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and added a third finger.
"FUUUUCK!" Your mouth hung open as you screamed out, your orgasm knocking the wind out of you. Your legs finally gave out and dropped flat on the bed.
Steve pulled back from you licking his lips and smirking as he watched your body twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Still want me to continue?"
You nodded, "God yes." You giggled and pushed yourself up on to your elbows. A hungry, lust blown look filled your eyes as you looked down to his hard cock that stood proudly between his thighs. You licked your bottom lip as you reached out and wrapped your hand around him.
Steve's eyes fell shut and a breathy moan left his lips. You slowly began to stroke him, "Fahk. That feels good doll, but I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you." He reached dup and grabbed a hold of your face before crashing his lips against yours.
You fell backwards as you shared a sloppy kiss, moaning into Steve's mouth as his cock pressed against your thigh.
Steve pulled back enough to rest his forehead against yours, "Ready?"
You nodded giving him another kiss and hiked your leg over his left hip. "Yes."
Steve sent you a wink before kissing you again. As he did, he lined himself up at your wet core and slowly pushed the head of his cock in.
You immediately felt a slight burn from the stretch, he was certainly bigger than you've ever had. But soon the pain faded and was replaced by pleasure, that had your toes curling. "Oh, Steve," You gasped, wrapping your arms around him.
Steve stopped half way and pulled back, looking at you concerned. "Are you okay?"
You nodded, "Yeah, just... Fuck, you're big." You let out a breathy giggle, "Keep going, please." You begged.
Steve nodded, pecking your lips before pushing further into you. As he slipped his cock all the way in, he placed kisses down your throat and along your bare shoulder, whispering praises in your ear.
Your nails scraped down Steve's back as he began a steady pace. His thick cock repeatedly stretching you open as his cock slipped against your soft walls.
"Feel good, doll?" Steve asked as he felt you clench around his cock.
"Yes." You moaned quietly.
"Louder!" Steve growled hitting deeper.
"Yes!" You cried out as Steve put pressure on your clit and began rubbing circles. "Fuck, Steve!" You moaned even louder.
Steve groaned as you squeezed his cock. "That's it, baby girl, cum for me." He ordered, feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze around his cock. Your eyes rolled back as you held onto to Steve, your third orgasm even more intense than the last.
Steve pushed himself up and abruptly pulled out of you causing you to let out a frustrated moan. "Up. Hands and knees. Now." He ordered, his commanding tone sending shivers down your spine.
You bit back your excitement as you slowly rolled over onto your front, still a bit dazed from your orgasm. Before you had chance to push yourself up, Steve was grabbing a hold of your hips and yanking you backwards, causing the giggle you tried to hide to break. Something about Steve manhandling you excited you, and it took you by surprise. He wasn't cruel like Brock used to be with you, but he was caring in the way he was.
You let out a sound that was somewhere in between a scream and a whine as Steve pushed his cock backside you.
"You like me being rough, don't you? You're fucking soaking. Your cunt is practically sucking me." He grunted. "You love it, don't you? Don't you!" He snarled.
"Yes." You panted.
"Say it!"
"I love it." You moaned loudly.
"Who's fuckin' you this good?" Steve demanded, delivering a harsh slap to your backside.
You let out a surprised squeal jolting forwards. "You are, Steve!"
"That's right. Me!" Steve reached round and pinched your clit, harshly rolling and pulling at it as he hit deep inside of you, causing you to scream, coming again. "FAAAAHK!" Steve snarled like a beast. His head thrown back as he came.
The pair of you collapsed in a heap, your breathing heavy as you laid there in post-orgasmic bliss. Slowly, as Steve gently stroked his fingers up and down your bare back as you laid with head on his chest, your breathing evened out. A smiled tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at your sleeping face. He always got what he wanted.
Steve reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his cell that he placed there earlier, and put it to his ear. "Buck? Did he hear?" He asked.
"He did. He ain't too happy 'bout it, boss." Bucky chuckled. "Now what?"
"Put him on." Steve glanced down at you as you shifted your head but stayed asleep.
"He won't be able to answer, boss. That a problem?"
"No." Steve smirked, lightly brushing his fingers over your shoulder.
"Got it."
There was a brief moment of silence and shuffling until the sound off muffled garbled filled the line.
"Enjoy the show, Mr Rumlow," Steve chuckled darkly. "Doesn't matter, if you did or not, becasue Y/N did. Fuck, did she cum hard. Around my tongue, around my fingers... Twice, around my cock as I fucked her. Not you. Never you again, ya' hear? She's mine now, Mr Rumlow. Mine." Steve sighed heavily as there was more muffled garble from Brock.
"Well, he certainly ain't happy now." Bucky chuckled. "Now what?"
"Kill him." Steve hung up, putting his cell back on the bedside table. He looked down at you and gave you a soft kiss on top of your head. "Doll?" He lightly shook you until you began to stir. "C'mon, let's get ya' cleaned up."
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warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.
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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.
Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.
âWake up, sunshine.â He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. âCome on, I made breakfast.â
His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.
âHow come you look so fresh?â The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.
âI always look fresh.â You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. âUp.â
You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.
âWhat did you cook? It smells nice.â He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.
âEggs, bacon, and hash browns.â Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.
âWhy didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.â
You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.
âYou spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.â You lied successfully. You didnât have the heart to tell him you werenât that comfortable yet.
You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.
âDo you still want to visit my father?â Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.
âI meanâŚâ You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. âI do want to go!â He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. âItâs just that I don't want to meet your father like this.â He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.
âYouâre acting like he's gonna see you.â There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.
âAlright, let's do this instead...â Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. âWeâll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then weâll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?â
âSo I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.â You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. âI bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.â
âAnd there's also a dolphin in my pool.â He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.
His house was most definitely not what you expected.
It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.
âI had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.â He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.
âWhat a shame.â Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.
âThereâs a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.â A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. âOr you can come in and watch me instead.â
âStop!â Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.
âIt was a joke...â He whispered, teeth gritting together.
I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.
âPut me down!â You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. âYoonoh!â
He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.
âMy...ribs...â
âOh, sorry, what is that?â To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. âIâm not hearing an apology.â
âSorry! Sorry!â His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. âArenât you gonna shower?â
âI like you.â
The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.
âI never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?â He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. âI guess you're not there yet.â
Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.
âIâm not good with words.â
âThatâs alright.â He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. âIâll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet weâll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.â
âI forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.â He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.
âDoes that bother you?â He asked without giving it a second thought.
âI don't know yet.â
(...)
The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.
âThis is my dad.â All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.
âYou look so much like him.â he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: âHe seems like a suitable golf buddy.â
Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.
âHe will wake up, y/n.â
âHeâs taking his sweet time.â You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. âI want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.â
The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.
âDo you trust me?â With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. âThen I can assure you weâll win the case.â
âI know we will.â
He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.
âDo you wanna go?â
âNo!â He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.
He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.
âWhat do you want to eat?â The tension finally left his body once out of the building.
âSoup.â You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. âI know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.â
âIâm up for a cooking lesson if you are.â He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. âLetâs hit the road.â
âWow, so cool.â
âI know.â
(...)
âCan you grab that can of chicken broth?â You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonohâs hand to allow him to move freely
âI have a better idea.â He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. âIâll lift you so you can reach it.â Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.
âStop!â You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. âYoonoh!â
âYoonoh?â A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.
âSeryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.â His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.
âNeither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.â She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.
âI had some matters to take care of.â She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.
âIâll go get the chicken breast.â You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.
âNo need to. It's already inside the cart.â
Why am I so dumb?
âDoes your father know about your little girlfriend?â She asked without hesitation.
âI guess.â
âAnd why didn't he tell me anything?â She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.
âLook, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...â With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.
âIs this some kind of arranged marriage situation?â
âSomething like that.â His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. âBefore you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?â
Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?
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Champagne Problems
Summary: a companion piece to What Kind of Man. Harry never meant for things to end up this way.Â
Warnings: Cheating. Forgiveness after cheating. Donât read if you donât agree with that.Â
Notes: some of the scenes from harryâs pov & some new scenes to dive deeper into harry. this is just march! so itâs a companion to the first piece only & is short!
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Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landingÂ
Champagne Problems
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March.
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Harry wasnât exactly sure when you and him had drifted apart. Logically he knew every relationship had points where things may feel repetitive or where both people struggle, but the two of you had never felt this cold.Â
That doesnât stop the guilt that sinks his stomach and causes his lungs to constrict when you hang the phone up. âY/N?â He asks in response to the obvious dial tone.Â
The guilt doesnât stop him from staying at the pub. Niall had left hours ago with a hurried goodbye. Jennifer had declined going out at all, saying all she wanted was rest. All who was left was Mitch, Harry, Ally and their semester law intern, Hannah.Â
âEverything okay at home?â Ally asks kindly as Harry slips into the booth. Mitch raises his eyebrows as Harry shrugs. âShe sounds pissed, but no emergency.âÂ
âIf she sounds pissed why are you still here?â Mitch laughs. It sounds uneasy to Harry as his friend looks him up and down confused. âI remember when you used to refuse going out with us because you didnât want Y/N upset.âÂ
Harry takes a sip of his beer and looks away. The pub was mostly filled with other suits. More lawyers from the firm who worked in offices Harry never visited. Doctors from the hospital two blocks away.
He turns his head back to look at Mitch when he feels a hand graze his knee. âI think you deserve a break.â Hannah says quietly. Harry watches as Mitch shakes his head, but turns away before his friend can say anything else.Â
(Because Mitchâs stare just forces the guilt up Harryâs throat and heâs afraid itâll come out in vile. Things were never supposed to go this far with Hannah. It was supposed to be stupid flirting and compliments. Nothing that could break you. It was never supposed to break you.)
(Harry hadnât done that good of a job.)Â
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Harry wasnât drunk. He hadnât been drunk since law school. He was an adult. With a high paying position at a sought out law firm. He didnât get drunk.Â
You didnât leave the porch light on though, so itâs a little hard for him to focus on getting the key in the door and also being quiet. But heâs not drunk, so he can do it. He does it.Â
He pauses as he drops his keys onto the entry table. The entire first floor is dark. He slips his shoes off as well and leaves them by the door in order to avoid trying to find the correct cubby for them.Â
You had left the hallway light on upstairs, so most of the staircase was illuminated enough for Harry to make it up them without missing a step. That didnât stop him from stumbling up the last three though.Â
He can see the bedroom light had been left on as well. He listens for the sound of you talking to Jack or even just the babyâs giggles, but when all he hears is silence, he assumes you had fallen asleep writing. He pushes the door open.Â
Youâre sitting on the edge of the bed and twisting your ring around your finger as you gnaw on your bottom lip. Your head shoots up when you hear the door open and Harryâs eyes widen. âY/N?â He feels his eyes squint at the bright overhead light feeling much harsher with your glare.Â
He ignores the pit in his stomach as he lifts his wrist the check the time, âWhy are awake? Itâs almost three in the morning. (He never meant for this happen. He was never supposed to be in this scene.)Â
You shrug and let out a laugh that Harry could only describe as empty. The pit in his stomach grows as you whisper harsh words, âIâm well aware of how ridiculously late it is, Harry. I figure I should be awake though, itâs the only time Iâll see you.âÂ
Harry looks away as he pulls his jacket off and lays it on the bed beside where you were sitting. âWhat are you talking about?â In order to avoid your stare he focuses his attention to his white button up. He hands fumble and he notices you stand in his peripheral version.Â
His hands pause for a moment, like he expects your hands to steady his shaking ones like they normally did. You almost do, he notices, but a look crosses your face and your arms cross over your chest defensively.Â
âThe kids missed you.â You say quietly.Â
Harry knows whatâs coming as his hands fall completely away from the shirt and he finally looks at you. He feels tears rush to his eyes as the guilt from earlier in the night returns tenfold. âI missed them too.â He says quietly.Â
âSeph asked me if you were leaving us.â The words feel like a punch to the gut as you just watch him stand and process them. Seph asked that? Had he really been gone so often his first daughter, his best friend, was worried he wouldnât come back one day?Â
âShe what?â Harry flinches when he hears his voice crack. âI would never leave you guys, I love you.âÂ
You look away. âDo you?â And if your words about Persephone had felt like a punch, these felt like a gunshot. Pain splintering from his chest throughout his entire body.Â
âWhat?â He almost yells. But he knew the kids were asleep. He never wanted to wake his kids up to fighting. He feels like heâs sobering up fast and itâs making him nauseous. He takes a hesitant step towards you before placing his hand gently on your cheek.Â
Or at least, attempting to. You flinch away and Harryâs hand falls to his side. âY/N,â He starts quietly. âDonât think-â
Your laughter cuts him off as your eyes flick angrily back to his. âif you wanted me to believe that, you wouldnât come home smelling like another woman.â Harryâs heart freezes as his eyes widen. You pull his left hand up, âYou wouldnât leave your wedding ring out for me to see every time I was my hands.âÂ
Harry tries to pull his hand back, ashamed at the idea of his ring haunting you, but your grip only tightens. âYou wouldnât have a hickey. One I didnât give you considering we havenât had sex in months.â Your other hand is point hard into his chest to where a mark lays covered partially by his shirt.Â
You let go of him as you fall onto the edge of the bed and look up at him with tears. He feels his chest constrict as he sits down next to you. He pulls both your hands into his, âY/N...â He says quietly. âI am so sorry.âÂ
Tears threaten to spill from his eyes as you try to pull away from him. âAm I not good enough?â You ask quietly. He pulls you to him but you thrash in his arms. âSeventeen years of my life. Four kids. Everything. I gave you everything.â Youâre crying but your voice is cold.Â
Youâre thrashing stops and itâs silent. Harry reluctantly lets go of you and you immediately stand up again. You look at him expectantly and Harry feels like heâs going to throw up as he looks down at his hands.Â
âIt didnât mean anything.â he says quietly. Truthfully. âIt never meant- I love you.â He stresses. He falls from the bed to his knees in front of you. âYouâre the love of my life.â He thinks of college. His law school graduation. He thinks getting promoted and buying your home.Â
He thinks of divorce papers as you look away from him. âHow long?â You ask quietly.Â
âPlease.â Harry begs. Where would he go if you kicked him out? Mitch would tell him he was an idiot. He loved you. Would his mom take your side? She should, he thinks. Gemma would want to kill him.Â
âHow long?â You ask coldly. Your face has steeled itself. Harry can see the tension in your jaw and almost feels his dinner coming up.Â
âA month.â He wraps his arms around you. He nuzzles his face into your stomach. He sees your hand twitch, almost like you want to run a hand through his hair. âIt meant nothing. Y/N. Iâll end it right now.âÂ
Stupid. His head screams. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.Â
âOkay.â You unwrap yourself from his arms and step away. Harry watches you confused as you move towards your side of the bed. âIâm going to bed.â You rub a hand over your face before laying down.Â
Harry stands awkwardly unsure of what to do with himself. He knew he couldnât sleep in the bed. That something like that was probably the last thing you wanted to do.Â
âTake a shower. Sleep in the guest room.â Your back is facing him and he sees your arms wrapped around yourself. This bed is too big for one person, he thinks. Thatâs selfish of you; His conscious tells him.Â
He moves quickly to get pajamas from the closet. He debates showering in the ensuite, maybe heâd be able to see you again before sleeping, but he turned out of the room.Â
He would shower in the kids bathroom.Â
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The guest room was cold. It was the only bedroom downstairs and that made it felt ten times lonelier to Harry. It was rarely used too. Gemma would stay in it when she visited L.A, but she had gotten her own apartment in the city and it was no longer used frequently.Â
Your parents lived only an hour away and had no need to spend nights at your house and his mother was rarely able to make the flight over the ocean. It felt like something staged for the sale of a house.Â
Harry sighs as he sits on the edge of the bed. With his head in his hands he thinks over where he went wrong. He had never meant for this to happen. For any of this.Â
The distance had been a byproduct of the stress. He was worried about the kids. He had done the numbers and sure you two were well off, but four kids was expensive. You had stored any more youâd made from your book in savings. A rainy day fund didnât calm Harryâs nerves. Â
So he worked more. And he went out after work for a drink or two. And he talked. Thatâs what it had started out as. Just talking numbers over with Hannah, who helped him work them out. She wanted to be a divorce lawyer. Or maybe it was just broad family law.Â
Harry thought that was ironic now that his marriage would probably be over. It was running through numbers. Maybe there was a hand on the knee or feet that were just too class together. Things he had brushed off as accidents and completely unintentional. Then it had been him walking her to her car. Then she had kissed him and well- Harry isnât blameless.Â
It would be ridiculous for him to say he was.Â
He falls back onto the bed and lets out a shaky breath. How had he been so stupid?Â
He sits back up immediately and pulls out his cellphone. He hadnât even saved her number. They almost never texted and would usually just see each other at the bar. It had only been two weeks since they had kissed by her car. They had only-
He canât believe he had let it get this far. He canât believe heâs sitting here justifying himself with onlys.Â
Heâs unsure of what to say. Should he apologize? It wasnât anymore her fault than it was his own.Â
I have kids and a wife I love. This was wrong. Iâm sorry.Â
Harry flinches. He felt gross and guilty. The shower hadnât done anything but sobered him up. He felt everything over and over. Nausea, a headache bound to come on, guilt and just pain.Â
He pulls up Mitchâs message strain. Wonât be in tomorrow. Not feeling great.Â
He responds within minutes. Hope she doesnât leave your ass. Iâd take her side.Â
Harry lets out an empty laugh. Wouldnât everyone? His mother loved you. She had since the two of you had met in college. When you had found out you were pregnant a semester before graduation his mother had been nothing but supportive; Especially when your parents had poorly hidden their own disappointment.Â
Gemma thought of you as the sister she never had. Her and Harry were close, but over the last almost twenty years you and her had grown closer.Â
His mind drifts to the kids. How could he do this to the kids? Force them go through what had been devastating to him. He may not practice family law, but he knew how it worked. You worked from home all the time and had been taking care of them their entire lives.Â
They would ask the kids where they wanted to go, they would refuse to leave their mother. Harry would too, you were home to everyone in the family. Life without you sounded meaningless.Â
Why did you do it then? He shakes his head. He doesnât know. It wasnât like you had stopped giving him attention, there was no time for sex and work got in the way of dates. It was his fault.Â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The word repeats itself over and over again in his head. . Even if he could find ways you had ignored him or cast him to the side it would be pointless. It would be placing blame on a blameless person. It was his fault.Â
He crawls under the comforter. Itâs nowhere near as soft as the one you had chosen for the bedroom. The sheets werenât slept in so they didnât feel as soft and worn. Harry thinks of having to find his own sheets and bed, his heart drops.Â
He doesnât sleep. Unable to stop the back and forth of how do I fix this and will she even let me try?Â
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Harryâs fingers tap incessantly on the drivers wheel as he makes his way home from Serena and Oliverâs school. Persephone had been pretty silent to entire drive to her high school, but Oliver had done more than covered for her with his stories.Â
How had it gone from breakfast together at least once a week and and family game nights to Oliver wanting nothing more than to be in his motherâs car and Persephone sitting in pure silence.Â
Harryâs mind trails back to you as he drives. You had barely spared him a second glance as you sat down to join them at the breakfast table. He had felt his hesitant smile drop when you looked away from him. And even though talking to the kids all morning had caused his happiness to jump, there was still pain steadily flowing as he thought of what your plan was.Â
Would you kick him out? Selfishly, he thought that was his biggest fear. Not having you and the kids to come home to everyday and losing the comfort it had always brought him. he had taken advantage of it and now that it could slip through his fingers at any moment he felt disgusting.Â
The drive allows him to wallow in his thoughts, but pulling into the driveway is a far worse feeling. Knowing that you were inside and could give him news that would kill him.
Was he allowed to feel that way? He asks himself. Like you leaving him would kill him, when it would be because of his own choices. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to straighten himself out as he steps out of the car and begins the walk towards the front door.
He mumbles apologies and empty words as he walks up. Unsure of what he could say to you to break the silence. When he opens the door, youâre sitting with Jack as he babbles and plays with his toys on the floor.Â
âForgot how much Olly could talk.â Harry settles on starting with. He lets out an awkward laugh as you stand and lift Jack up before placing him in the play pen. You lean down and tickle him gently. âPlease donât escape, little Houdini.â Once you let him go and step away the young boy crawls away with a giggle.Â
You make your way towards the kitchen silently and Harry walks behind you with a nervous buzzing feeling in his chest.
You take a deep breath and Harry watches as you slide a piece of paper over the counter and towards. As his eyes scan down the list he feels a sliver of hope creep into his heart.
âWhatâs this?â He asks quietly. Itâs names and phone numbers that have his heart beating a million miles per second.
âA list of marriage counselors.â His eyes follow your finger as you point towards each name and number. âFor us to see once a week.â
The hope in him is growing by the second as words keep coming out of your mouth. âYouâre not leaving me?â He blurts out in shock.
Your stance turns defensive and Harry takes a deep breath trying to calm himself. âNo.â You answer quietly. âNot yet anyways.â Harry canât help the furrow of his brow as the words hit him. It wasnât definite and this was a test. You sigh which forced Harry to move his attention back to you. âWe have four kids together. A life. And no matter how much you hurt me, I still love you.â
Harry bites back the smile threatening to cross his face. Because despite everything, you love him. You still did. You both glance at your ring finger when he notices you twisting the ring around it. âYouâre the love of my life. I donât want to throw that all away without trying first.â
Harry canât stop the smile this time as happiness bursts inside him. âY/N.â He says quietly.
He kind of zones out as he watches you go over what you want to do from here. Counseling and cutting hours back at the firm. Neither a punishment in Harryâs mind.
âIâm not sure if you like, ended it with her.â You start and he nods hastily. âI have. I did last night. Iâll never talk to her again.â He promises. He feels guilt again but part of is held back by the unadulterated hope he has now.
He debates taking the steps towards you before finally deciding it was necessary. When you donât move away, he pulls you into a cautious hug, one that heâs shocked to feel returned.
âThank you.â He whispers and you nod.
He would fix this. He swore it. This wasnât a maybe in his head, it was necessary.
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Your heart was glass I dropped it.
Champagne Problems.
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Notes:
Just a small piece while you all wait for third main part to wkm! thank you for the endless patience. hope you all are safe & healthy.
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she's all yours | okuyasu x reader
summary: unlike his partner in crime, Okuyasu lacked experience in the dating field. Once he believes that he may have a chance with his crush, his best friend begins to get in the way.
words: 1.8k
disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, modern AU (basically just phones being involved), tiny bit of angst, fluff, and cursing.
He was staring again. The poor 16-year-old boy couldn't help but notice every single detail about her: the slight tilt in her walk whenever she went up the stairs, how she would tie her shoes, and the unfortunate glint of light in her eyes whenever she spoke with his best friend.
Y/n L/n was someone extremely special to him (whether she knew it or not). She could read his expressions so clearly, sometimes knowing more about Okuyasu than Okuyasu did himself. The emotions he couldn't quite put his finger on, she always had an answer to. At times, he felt undeserving of the friendship he had with her. After coming to terms with his developing feelings for the girl, of course she began to get closer with his best friend.
He was painfully aware of the difference in treatment he received compared to Josuke. While Josuke could be referenced as Morioh's pretty-boy delinquent, Okuyasu was more like the intimidating ruffian that stood by his side. Obviously, Y/n did not think of Okuyasu in that way, but her perception of him didn't matter if he was considered nothing more than a friend.
"Hey," Josuke called out, concerned for his friend.
"Y-Yeah?" Okuyasu stuttered, trying to regain his thoughts.
"Whatcha lookin' at?"
Okuyasu silently thanked Y/n for standing in a crowd with other students. If she stood any further from the school's front entrance, it would've been easy for Josuke to pinpoint who he was eyeing.
"Nothing, really. Just thought I saw a cute girl."
Josuke shrugged his shoulders, repositioning himself so his back laid more comfortably against the tree. "Well, if you do see one, ask 'em out or somethin'. I wanna see you have your first kiss before we graduate," he chuckled.
"Mhm, yup," Okuyasu responded, eyes now glued to the grass he was sitting on. He was about to spew out a self-deprecating joke but stopped himself once he noticed Y/n approaching the two of them. Immediately, he recognized Josuke's energy shift from disinterest to eagerness.
"Y/n!" Josuke cheerfully said, waving at the girl.
"Hi, you two!" she waved back. Once coming close enough, she sat down along with the boys, her knees lacing together in a criss-cross position. Because of the short distance between her and Okuyasu, the boy could smell the flowery essence emitting off of her body. He wasn't too fond of fragrances, but the one Y/n had was light and sweet-- perfectly suiting her personality.
Before he knew it, Okuyasu was staring again. The only thing that got him to snap back into reality was the cry of laughter Y/n let out after Josuke made a funny remark.
"Did you hear that Okuyasu?" Y/n choked out, leaning back with both hands on her stomach.
"Y-Yeah." Okuyasu fake laughed, really having no clue what the hell was going on.
"God," Y/n sighed as she wiped off the faint tears forming in her eyes. "I wish I could hang out with you guys a bit longer, but I just wanted to drop by and say hi. I gotta help out with some chores tonight."
"It's all good," Josuke smiled. "But only if you promise to call me tonight."
The girl rolled her eyes while getting up from the ground. "We'll have to see about that, Jojo!" She then stuck her tongue out before scurrying off to her house.
Josuke chuckled, slowly placing his chin on the palm of his hand. "She's pretty cute, isn't she?" he said, eyes glued to the girl's figure in the distance.
"Yeah, she sure is."
* * *
Okuyasu could remember the first time he met her as clear as day: his hands were tucked deep into his pockets, feet dragging along the sidewalk while he was on his way to school. Unlike his regular routine, Josuke was unable to walk with him due to an argument breaking out between him and his mother. It seemed like a bummer at the moment, but maybe it was actually a blessing in disguise.
"Fuck!"
In front of Okuyasu's feet laid a girl. Her uniform was stained with a bright red juice and its can rolled next to her. He didn't recall exactly what happened, but he did feel someone's face hit his chest before hearing a thud.
"I didn't get any on you, did I?" the girl asked with panic.
Okuyasu, hands still in his pockets, shook his head. "Mnn. Don't think you did."
"Okay, thank God. These stains are so hard to get rid of."
That was one of the first things that Okuyasu remembered from Y/n. Her casual way of talking was enough to make any stranger feel like a good friend. Something about this girl piqued his interest.
"Guess it's not your first time, huh?" he hummed.
"You'd think I'd learn my lesson after the third time."
After the small accident, Okuyasu took the girl to the laundromat. Classes would begin in any minute, but neither one of the pair minded skipping it.
"Oi, what're you gonna be wearin' in the meantime? Don'tcha think the teacher's gonna kick your ass for showing up like that?" Okuyasu pointed at the revealing tank top she wore.
"Yeah, definitely. That's why you should totally let me borrow your top," she winked.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself. I don't even have a clue on what your name is."
"L/n." she replied crassly. "It's Y/n L/n."
That was several months ago. Since then, their relationship started to significantly grow. From sending short texts to sharing a few inside jokes, to hanging out every other day after school. In Okuyasu's eyes, it was inevitable for him to fall for a girl like her.
Right before he could spill about his crush to his best friend, Josuke had already introduced himself to her. It crushed Okuyasu to see the girl he loves slowly start to move on from him-- to his own best friend nevertheless.
All of his frustrations were best to be kept to himself. No way could he express his jealousy to Josuke or Y/n. Out of all the girls that fawned over Josuke, why did she have to be one of them?
**Brring**
Okuyasu rolled his body to the other side of his bed. On a nightstand was his phone that rang. The alarm was just loud enough to break through the pessimistic thoughts roaring through his brain.
"Who's this?" he asked, too lazy to check the contact number.
"It's me, Okuyasu! Why, is it that hard to use a second of your time to check the contact name?"
He recognized that voice anywhere. It was her.
"Aw, look. I was in bed, alright?" he smiled, feeling his mood change immediately after speaking with her.
A small giggle echoed from the other end of the phone. "Alright! I wasn't here to nag you all night anyways." The girl then cleared her throat with a cough before soon speaking again. "I was thinking we should hang out tomorrow. For ice cream, maybe. Just us."
Small butterflies began to form in his stomach from hearing the last sentence. "Just us" had never sounded better.
"Sounds good to me."
"Great!" she nearly interrupted. "A-Ah, sorry! I just got excited. It feels like we've been parting ways the past couple of weeks, but I promise tomorrow's gonna make up for it!"
"It's alright," Okuyasu sighed. "See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow!" she repeated.
* * *
Was it just Okuyasu or did she look way cuter today? The makeup she wore differed from the one she usually had on, her accessories managed to compliment her eyes even more, and she even put an effort into customizing her uniform like Josuke and Okuyasu despite expressing her laziness multiple times. She looked like an absolute doll.
"Hmph." She huffed. "You've been doing that a lot lately," she said flatly.
"Doing what?"
"Staring at me like I'm some crazy person."
Okuyasu internally panicked for a few seconds but composed himself. "You just look pretty lately, that's all."
He expected a cheeky comeback in return but was left with a bashful smile from her instead.
"Let's just hurry up and get ice cream..." she said, eyes faced to the ground.
Okuyasu nodded at her suggestion and began to walk, making sure his pace wasn't too fast for Y/n. He'd occasionally give a glance at her direction to know if he was walking at a comfortable speed for her.
Several minutes of walking and a few casual conversations later, the duo made it to the ice cream shop. Y/n ordered a mix of her two favourite flavours while Okuyasu ordered two scoops of mocha almond fudge. Feeling a bit more gentleman-like today, Okuyasu insisted on paying for the both of them.
"Thanks for the ice cream!" the girl said, taking a small lick of the cone. "I feel like the more I hang out with you, the more things I owe you back," she chuckled as the two left the shop.
"Don't sweat it. Hangin' out with you's enough for me." Okuyasu smiled.
"Ah, really?" she blushed. "That's... really sweet of you."
There she did it again. No witty comeback. Just a flustered reply.
"Somethin' up with you? Eat something bad today?" he asked.
"Hm?"
"You're just actin' a bit different, that's all. Not sayin' it's bad though. I kinda like it." Okuyasu continued to walk on the sidewalk but stopped once he realized Y/n was frozen still. "Hey, you comin'?"
Y/n began to slowly jog her way to Okuyasu. When she caught up with him, she paused once more, now looking into the young boy's eyes. "I feel like you don't hear yourself talk sometimes," she said. "I can't tell if you're flirting or you're just naturally this oblivious."
He didn't know how to respond. He was starting to get nervous from how close their faces were. If he wanted to, he could practically count each beauty mark on her face.
"Well?" she said.
"Well..." Okuyasu tried to come up with something but found himself paying more attention to the girl's lips. They looked plush and soft with a slight glossy coat from the ice cream.
Eventually, the girl noticed where he was looking at. Slowly, she closed the already small gap between the two.
"Okuyasu," she breathed out with a gentle tone. "I really like you."
"I-" he stuttered. "Not Josuke?"
"Josuke?" She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled. "I don't know what you think is going on between us, but it's not that. He's not exactly my type either."
Okuyasu couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before he could say anything back, he felt her lips against his right cheek. It was a delicate kiss. Maybe a bit sticky, but it made his heart do several backflips nevertheless.
Once her lips left his skin, she stood awkwardly in front of him. The way she looked up at his eyes with that lovestruck gaze made Okuyasu realize something he didn't before: he wouldn't need to jealous of other guys. It was clear that Y/n L/n was all his.
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