#staring it in the face and inviting it to sit a while: a mature response
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dreadfutures · 1 year ago
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there are stretches of time when my depression is well managed (ho hum let's not talk about how those periods are tied with intense workaholism and compartmentalizing) and it's hard to remember what it's like to be in the throes of depression but watching Agnes and reading Dave's description always puts me right back there in the most compassionate sense. it really puts my whole body in that experience again, a good reminder. my strength to carry it may wax and wane and make it seem like it was manageable, or imagined, but no. the weight was real. the grayscale was real. the existentialism and tunnel vision was real. and it can come back. and in those moments too it's hard to remember what life is like without the weight and the blinders and so on, but life without the weight is real, too, and will return, too.
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fungalittleweirdo · 11 months ago
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chubby!reader × Donnie? he gets a tad bit flustered? maybe a bit of a spicy peice? praise kink🙏🙏🙏🙏
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already writing limes in the sfw blog, are we ?
jules fears NOTHING !!
i love writing this kind of content anyway >:)
if you wanted something higher on the citrus scale i shall direct you to my other blog, @fungalittlefreak where you could get even more specific with whatever you desire !!
i initially wanted to make this longer but i'm swamped with so many things to do, might have a part two if there's demand for it.
one chubby reader x flustered donnie coming right up B)
thank you for the request anon <3
important side note: while i don't deem this as "mature content" i feel more comfortable if anyone 15+ could interact with this post, otherwise please don't read or interact. while i can't force you not to, i hope anyone below 15 years old could respect my wishes.
May I?
It's movie night in the Hamato household and you're invited! April said you didn't have a choice, so here you are contemplating on wearing something comfortable or something cute.
Delivered (18:42 PM): is this too much? i'm bringing a change of clothes because i'm sleeping over
apes (18:42 PM): oooo who are you trying to impress
apes (18:42 PM): god i hope it's not leo
apes (18:42 PM): you deserve better
You shake your head, grinning at your phone as you send your last message to April.
Delivered (18:43 PM): i'll never tell :)
You finish getting ready and grab your overnight bag, heading over to the lair. The clattering and chattering in the kitchen tells you that the brothers would be in there, but you spot Donnie alone on his phone in the projection room. He seems comfortable enough not to wear his battle shell, which you find surprising. You take a step toward him and he looks up, turning to you as you put your stuff down beside the couch. He stops, staring while you move to sit beside him, even though you already greeted him, waiting for his response.
"Uh, yes. H-hello. Greetings. Good evening."
He looks away, then looks at you out of the corner of his eye. You grin and lean in with a smirk. He blushes, then a nervous smile plasters itself on his face. "D-do you need anything from me?" Donnie asks politely, but his eyes darted everywhere, scanning you as if he is committing the way you look right now to memory.
"A kiss might be nice."
The softshell freezes and it looks like his brain is malfunctioning, his face warming at the thoughts racing through his mind.
"May I?"
He reaches up to cup your soft face in his hand. His fingers twitch as if he's holding himself back from holding you firmly. You nod with a whispered yes, leaning in for a delicate, soft kiss. The softshell perks up and a dopey smile spreads across his face after you part, then he leans in for a deeper kiss, the heat on both your faces burning a little hotter.
"Your lips taste so good," Donnie breathes, threading his fingers through your hair at the base of your skull, holding you close as the two of you made out on the couch. "So sweet for me..." He whines, his blush darkening his face even more while he reaches for you with his other hand, holding you against him. His fingers knead the plushness above your hip for a moment, the hitching in his breath apparent. After another minute or so the two of you officially part, noticing the lair has gotten quiet.
You turn around to find nearly everyone with their jaws dropped to the floor, eyes boggled. Donnie sneers, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you against him possessively. The way his hand grips your tummy made you yelp, feeling embarrassed now that the two of you were caught. April snaps a picture, Leo snickers, Mikey cheers, and Raph narrows his eyes in suspicion, then smiles, proceeding to whack Leo upside the head before he moves over to tease Donnie. The Caseys walk in with two bowls of popcorn, Junior has a knowing look on his face while CJ looked on in confusion to the commotion. You sigh with a grin, shaking your head and relaxing in Donnie's arms as movie night started to kick off.
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fryuteih · 2 years ago
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Boyfriend Material
Kim Gyuvin x Reader
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High School AU(I'm not creative) where Gyuvin tries to convince the reader to date him. Unfortunately for him, reader is more than cautious of his playful personality.
Note: Probably not very grammatically well. I think this story is too long.
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Does your heart beat for him? Gyuvin would often wander around this question.
Many seconds have been spent trying to talk to you. Many minutes have been spent staring at you. Many hours have been spent thinking about you. Many days have been spent longing for you.
It wasn't as if Gyuvin didn't do anything about his more than average adoration for you. He did. He did almost everything that he could. Almost everything for you to reciprocate what he felt, or atleast for you to just look at him properly.
"Keep sulking over there and you'll end up becoming a skeleton." Gunwook hopelessly jokes to his hopeless friend Gyuvin who had been silently staring at an action figure for the past few minutes.
Junhyeon and Gunwook were sitting on the latter's bed. Gunwook had invited his two friends to his house to hang out. Gyuvin sitting on the floor and staring at a figure with joy drained out of his friend's face was not what he had planned to be "hanging out".
In response, Gyuvin only sighs. The boy seemingly was not comforted by his friend's words, his dilemma was too big to be joked about.
"Keep sighing over there and [name] will eventually smell your bad breath from where they're at." Junhyeon laughs
Junhyeon's joke however, unlike Gunwook's, had elicited a non-lifeless response from Gyuvin. The boy's eyes widened, quickly bringing his hand up to his mouth and puffing out air through said mouth to smell his breath.
"Is that why they don't like talking to me?" Gyuvin panics, "Is my breath that bad?"
"Well sure, [name] looks at you in disgust, but I'm sure that your breath isn't the only reason." Junhyeon snickers
Gunwook smacks Junhyeon's back, which elicits a painful wince from the boy, "Sure that you need to brush your teeth after eating fish, but your breath isn't that bad." Gunwook tries to reassure Gyuvin
"But it is bad?" Gyuvin whines, dragging his hands over his eyes, "Stupid, stupid Gyuvin! Always with stinky breath, no wonder they dont like you, they're never gonna like you!" The boy crazily rants about and to himself.
"Didn't know you were into degradation." Junhyeon's amusement was met with Gunwook loudly smacking him on the back,
"OW!" Junhyeon clutches his knees
"You know what, man? You're breath doesn't smell bad. We were just joking with ya." Gunwook tries to once again, reassure his friend, who was banging his head against the wall.
"That doesn't make sense. Then why don't they like me?" Gyuvin had transferred his antics from banging his head on the wall to trying to pull out his brown hair with both of his hands, after having had set the action figure he was holding down beside him, "I tried everything! Bad breath has to be it!"
"You know maybe [name]'s just into more mature guys." Junhyeon says nonchalantly to the boy while laying down on Gunwook's bed.
"What?" Gyuvin now sets his hands on the floor. His hands were now supporting his body that was leaning towards the direction of Junhyeon, expectantly waiting for an explanation.
Before Gunwook could yet again land a slap on Junhyeon, the latter signs to the former to stop, "You aren't really what someone would flex to be their boyfriend. Sure, you're handsome, but I think [name] isn't that shallow."
"You're actually on to something." Gunwook squints suspiciously at Junhyeon.
"So? So?" Gyuvin asks desperately, he uses his knees to walk over to the two boys. The boy stops "walking" once he had reached a close distance and starts patting non-stop on both of his friends' thighs, demanding for a response.
Junhyeon stops Gyuvin's hand with his own, and, without raising his head up to look at him, says, "You're a kid bro."
Gunwook follows in suit of Junhyeon, lightly holding Gyuvin's hand on his thigh, but unlike Junhyeon, looks Gyuvin straight at the eyes, "What he means to say bro, is that you don't act mature enough for a relationship. You always sleep in class, spend your free time playing around, making a mess when eating, making fuss whenever you're in a crowd, and when it comes to [name]...."
Gunwook looks away, halting his statement, seemingly not able to tell his friend what comes next.
"You scream their name whenever you see them, when there's a ton of people around. You're always following them around, talking their ear off. You scare away anybody you see them with. You're always teasing them, hiding their things and laughing when you find a booger in their nose. The list just goes on." Junhyeon completes Gunwook's statement.
Gyuvin looks shocked, "I was just trying to point out the booger, I didn't want them to be embarrassed if other people pointed it out."
"Dude, it's embarrassing when you point it out, especially when you're laughing and when other people can hear you." Gunwook takes his hands off of Gyuvin's to facepalm, "Gyuvin, maybe you can tone down your antics a little bit. Be a little more mature."
"Leave [name] alone, I think this is getting out of hand." Junhyeon grumbles softly to which only Gunwook heard and in response, had nodded his head slowly.
A few seconds pass in silence.
Gyuvin then stands up and puts a fist to his chest, "[name], I'll be the boyfriend you want!"
"First step, stop shouting all the time." Junhyeon sits up and places his hands on either side of his ears with a displeased expression.
"This talk was supposed to stop you from annoying [name], not annoy them even more." Junhyeon grumbles. Unfortunately, Gyuvin seemed to be off in his own world and hadn't heard Junhyeon.
"Where did this even come from?" Gunwook mumbles to himself.
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"Let me help you with that." Gyuvin awkwardly smiles at you, hands outstretched to the pile of books you were taking out of your locker.
"No." You reply sternly, not looking at the boy beside you as you struggle to close your locker while carrying your books.
"No, I insist." Gyuvin makes a small fuss with your hands, trying to take your books by force.
The both of you tussle for a bit. None of you, however, had turned out to be victorious as your books fell to the ground, accumulating stares from passersby.
Gyuvin immediately crouches down to collect your fallen books. Before you could do anything, Gyuvin had already stood up with your books in a tight embrace to his chest, "Lead the way, [name]."
"Gyuvin, give me back my books." You exasperatingly sigh and ignore what Gyuvin had said to you, locking your locker closed.
"No, a gorgeous person like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things. You know what? Let me carry your bag." Gyuvin outstretches his one hand, pulling on your backpack strap that was hanging on your left shoulder, in an attempt to carry it for you.
You grip the boy's wrist near your shoulder, "I'm very not in the mood to chase you around the whole school for my things. So, give it up."
Gyuvin scrunches his eyebrows together, "What? I was just going to walk you to class. Come on now, don't you trust me."
"I don't."
Gyuvin pouts, "Please? Please? Please? Please?"
"Fine! Stop whining. If you run off with my things or hold this against me in the future, I'm going to literally never talk to you." You relent to the boy as his whines had started wringing in your ears.
You slap the boy's hand away from you and your backpack. You then try to walk away to your classroom, but you were halted in your tracks. You turn your head to see that Gyuvin had grabbed the handle loop of your backpack.
"What's your problem?" You angrily ask the boy.
"Give me your bag?" Gyuvin confusedly questions you, tugging on the handle loop.
You grab the boy's arm that was on your bag and fling it towards his body, "Be lucky that I am letting you carry my books. I want to go now, so, don't make this difficult." You say your piece as if talking to a child who had done something wrong.
"Exactly, you're already letting me carry your books, so, just let me carry your bag." Gyuvin says like it was common knowledge.
"If I'm going to give you my bag and then you run off, I'm going to be left with nothing. Now, let's go before I take my books away from you." You storm off, Gyuvin quickly trailing behind to catch up to you.
Due to the fact that you were walking so fast and that Gyuvin had been trying to walk beside you, he wasn't able to be aware of his environment. In simple words, the boy had tripped face-first onto a pillar because of that.
"Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, stopping in your tracks to barely touch the boy's cheek with your palm to see if he had broken anything on his face.
Despite almost breaking his nose, Gyuvin didn't let your books fall, firmly hugging the said books.
"Yeah, I'm just glad I didn't land on my butt."
"Are you sure? I can ask for an ice-pack from the nurse."
"Nah, I'm a strong man! This was nothing!" Gyuvin holds his chin high.
You roll your eyes, retracting your hand and turning away to continue walking off to your classroom. This time, your pace was slower.
As you had turned away, Gyuvin turned a very dark shade of crimson. The boy gulps and takes his long legs to walk beside you.
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Gyuvin had dropped you off and was now sitting in his classroom that differed from yours. The boy sets his head atop of his table, his right cheek meeting the cold desk. He adjusts his eyes to look at the window infront of him and thinks about his earlier encounter with you.
Never talk to him again? Were you really going to be that extreme? He could barely stay sane without hearing your voice for a few seconds, how could he endure a period of "never"?
He remembers how you had flung his arm away. Sure, it hurt when his arm hit the hard books he was carrying, but the rejection hurt more. Knowing that his advances towards you were always shut down, made his heart rip little by little, because it meant that you didn't want him, that you didn't need him.
"Good Morning, class."
Gyuvin quickly stands up alongside his classmates to greet the old professor.
"You all may take a seat. Now, turn to page 144 in your textbook."
Unlike the past, Gyuvin had brought his textbook this time. Furthermore, he actually opened his book, to the correct page, nonetheless. It was unusual, so unusual that his seatmates and even those infront of him had turned to look at him. Not only did Gyuvin open a book, a book that was for academic purposes, he had also opened a notebook where he was taking down notes.
For the whole hour or so lesson, Gyuvin was attentive up until the bell rang, signifying the end of the class.
"Keep up the good work Kim Gyuvin." The old professor smiles at the boy in amusement.
"Sir, yes Sir!" Gyuvin responds in much determination, one wouldn't have guessed that the boy was a slacker in class.
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It was a hot afternoon, Gyuvin and Gunwook had just finished after-school soccer practice that day and were now in the changing rooms. Their friend, Junhyeon, was already waiting for them outside the changing rooms and had invited himself in, once the two boys had entered.
"What's going on with you today? You're being a little less loud than usual." Gunwook says jokingly, wiping sweat off of his own forehead with a clean towel.
"I'm just toning it down, you know?" Gyuvin says whilst changing into the fresh clothes he took out from his bag.
"You didn't even sleep in morning classes today." Junhyeon pointed out, sitting on the bench in the changing room and on his phone.
"What can I say? I am Mr. Perfect." Gyuvin hums, shoving his dirty clothes into his bag.
"And just when I thought you actually changed. Well, Junhyeon did say that you started to doze off in math class. But I guess that was a fluke, huh?" Gunwook clacks his tounge
"Be more respectful of your elders, would ya?" Gyuvin playfully slaps the back of Gunwook's head.
"Hey, bros, could you hurry up a bit? I've been waiting for a hundred years now." Junhyeon complains
"Jeez, could you not? Me and Gyuvin have been tirelessly practicing for the next match, the coach had us stay behind even." Gunwook defends himself and Gyuvin, "You aren't even supposed to be inside the changing rooms."
"Ok, not my fault you guys are MVPs or something that need extra training. You guys promised to game with me after practice." Junhyeon whines, "And tell that Han Yujin kid to stop staring at me weirdly."
"I'd stare at you weirdly too if you were looming over the changing rooms. I'd think you were a pervert or something." Gyuvin defends his junior.
Junhyeon lets out a dramatic gasp, wiping away fake tears, "I am not a pervert! How dare you!" The boy then changes his mood quickly, smiling mischievously, "Gyuvin, bro, I actually forgot to tell you something."
"You already had my attention bro, what is it?"
"There's this girl in our class that's got a crush on you. I think you'd like her." Junhyeon giggles
"Name reveal! Name reveal!" Gunwook claps his hands together repeatedly.
"I really could care less." Gyuvin sighs, rubbing his face.
"Is this because of [name]?" Gunwook asks, seemingly disappointed.
"Why do you even like them?" Junhyeon chastised
"What do you mean?" Gyuvin aggressively asks, slamming his locker door shut.
The other two boys wince, they were taken aback by Gyuvin's sudden change of behavior.
"I don't mean that [name] isn't a catch or anything. They're great actually." Junhyeon quickly defends himself, shaking his hands infront of his chest, "I just meant like why do you like them specifically?"
"I, uh, I uhm." Gyuvin struggles to find an answer.
"I think it's time you move on, bro. Go and date someone else you're actually interested in. For example, maybe you'll actually like the girl Junhyeon talked about." Gunwook says seriously
"Where is this even coming from? I really like [name], I always have liked [name]." Gyuvin asks in disbelief, laughing along the way.
"Then why do you like [name]?" Junhyeon repeats his question.
"I like- cuz you know, uhm. Ah, because I uh." Gyuvin struggles yet again to find an answer. Shouldn't his two closest friends know why?
"You're always like that whenever someone asks why you like [name]. It's really time that you stop messing with them." Gunwook points out.
"I'm not messing with them." Gyuvin whispers
Taking a deep breath of the fresh late afternoon air, he had reached the school's exit and then finds a bench to sit on outside of the school building.
Did his two closest friends really think that he was messing with you? Gyuvin silently walks away, making sure that the changing room door closed silently. The boy becomes deaf to his two friends calling out his name.
He makes a bee-line for the school's exit.
Why did he like you? Was a question frequently asked, by your friends, his friends, his team-mates, his siblings, and even his mother. It was a simple question, but Gyuvin couldn't really pin-point an answer. This has caused for a lot of people to assume that his feelings for you were for laughs, that they weren't real. Maybe it wasn't real. Maybe it wasn't genuine. But why did Gyuvin want you so badly?
Gyuvin didn't really think much. He never sat down to collect his thoughts or reflect on his feelings. So, now he will. Why was it you that he wanted when there were other people who wanted him, like that girl from his class? Well, he was stubborn and often pursued anything he happened to set his mind on, so, maybe that was the reason. Gyuvin didn't want to "mess" with you in that extent. So, he focused on thinking, something others wouldn't have imagined him doing, all to answer the infamous question, "Why does Gyuvin like [name]?".
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Walking down the busy halls of the school with no particular destination in mind, Gyuvin was chatting away with his good friend, Gunwook. It was the first day of school and Gyuvin was curious about which teachers Gunwook had, in the event that he had that teacher before.
"Math with Ms. Lee, and then Science with Mr. Cruz." Gunwook tells his older friend of his teachers in each class.
"Good luck with Mr. Cruz, he's a total nightmare." Gyuvin laughs at his friend.
"Was he really a nightmare or were you just being a slacker in class?"
"Hey now, you don't hear me complaining about the other teachers." The brunette boy sighs, "Besides, who tells a poor young boy to sit on air for 15 minutes? Sounds like child abuse to me."
Gyuvin wasn't really paying attention to his environment. Suffice to say, due to his inability to be aware and his extreme clumsiness, he trips and hits a concrete pillar face-first. The impact of which he hit himself wasn't what you called a breeze, rather, it was the opposite. So much so that he fell down on his back, the back of his head included.
"Argh" Gyuvin rubs his nose, he was on the floor, and since he never bothered to close the duffel bag that he was carrying, its contents had spilled all over the floor.
"Are you okay?" You asked, kneeling down to the boy to see if he was alright. You didn't touch him to help him up immediately, as you thought that it'd be awkward and didn't want to intrude personal space.
Gyuvin tilts his head up to look at you whilst holding his nose in pain, he was in a daze and was slightly hallucinating, "Am I dead?" 'Cuz I think that you're an angel." The boy says with a nasal voice.
You shake your head, collecting Gyuvin's things on the floor so that they didn't block the way for other people passing by. You fold the clothes among the fallen contents of the brunette's bag, and place his things carefully back inside the duffel bag.
"You're really beautiful, I'm really beautiful, we should totally go out." Gyuvin sends you finger-guns, clicking his tounge alongside.
"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" You ask seriously, worried that the boy may be out of it.
"If that means spending more time with you, then yes and yes and yes." Gyuvin drones
You finish placing Gyuvin's things in his bag with an action figure and offer a hand to him.
"You want to hold hands? Don't mind if I do."
You help Gyuvin up on his feet and sling his duffel bag over his arm. You then turn to Gunwook who had been hysterically laughing all this time, "This your friend?"
"Yes" Gunwook musters up a one-word response from laughing too hard.
"Heyyyy, don't talk to another man. I'm a jealous boy, you know." Gyuvin whines, not letting go of your hand.
You tussle with the brunette for a bit, taking your other hand to free your hand in and from his grip. The boy only takes his other large hand and tries to cage your free hand in his.
"I'll take him out of your hands." Gunwook had calmed down from his laughter and pulls Gyuvin away from you by the collar. This had made a leeway for you to take your hands away from him, and ultimately, leave.
"Thanks, have a good one. Take him to the nurse if he keeps this behavior up." You bow your head slightly and run away from the pair.
"Talk about being embarrassing, man." Gunwook shakes his head, slapping the other party's back.
"Who was that?" Gyuvin asks in a daze
"I don't know, I think they're in your year."
"Well, Gunwook, my man." The brunette slings his arm around the other boy's shoulders.
"What?"
"Get your suit and tie because your going to be the best man."
"Don't even think about it. The least that you can do is thank them, not play around with them."
"Exactly, I'll thank them by being their own one of a kind boyfriend." Gyuvin puts his fist to his chest.
"Where did this even come from? You're absolutely delusional."
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"You know, I'd be a great boyfriend."
"Oh!" You let out a yelp and turn to look at Gyuvin who had set his hand on the table you and your friends were occupying, "Oh, its you."
"Yeah, it's me, your future boyfriend." Gyuvin scoots your friend, Taerae who was beside you, aside and invites himself over to sit in between the both of you, "This must be fate."
It wasn't fate. In all actuality, Gyuvin had been ditching his friends during lunch to scour the entire cafeteria to find you. He had been doing this for the past 4 days, shoving his lunch down his throat in the last 5 minutes of lunch period, when he couldn't find you.
"I don't even know you." You dejectedly say, trying not to look at the boy who was trying to put his face infront of you.
Gyuvin fakes a hurt look. Your friend infront of you, Jeonghyeon, scoffs, "He's in the same basketball team as me, his name's-"
"Up, up, up, up, let me introduce myself Jeonghyeon." Gyuvin drops his act and clears his throat, "Since I am your future boyfriend, I will let this slide. But don't do this again!"
"Ok?" You shoot a glance at Taerae, asking for help silently, but he was too busy trying to hide his laughter.
"My name, your future boyfriend's name, is Gyuvin. But you can call me any sweet nickname you'd like." Gyuvin winks at you and rests his lower arm on the table.
"Well okay, Gyuvin, have you eaten yet?"
"Why, I haven't yet. You're so thoughtful, uh..."
Jeonghyeon covers his mouth to laugh, "You don't know their name?"
"Shush, Jeonghyeon!" Gyuvin shouts, showing the other boy his index finger, gesturing him to stay quiet, "What's your name, lovely?"
"Well, you should go back to your table and eat, it isn't good to starve." You look over to Jeonghyeon, asking for help with your eyes, but he too, was too busy trying to hide his laughter.
"You're so sweet, darling. Please tell me your name, though." Gyuvin places his hand on your shoulder.
"It's [name], now why don't you go eat, Gyuvin. If you want, you can take my lunch." You offer to Gyuvin, trying to make him go away.
"Gyuvin and [name], that's nice." Gyuvin wanders for a bit, he stares at you a bit too long and a bit too hard. He then notices something in your nose, "Oh, by the way, you have a booger in your nose."
That seemed to have done it, as all of your friends started to unleash their loud laughter. Even people nearby started to chuckle.
Gyuvin laughs it off, "Here, let me take it off for you." He takes his hand off your shoulder towards your nose but you push his hand away and cover your nose with your right hand.
The brunette was hurt by your rejection. He thought that he didn't do anything wrong. You had stood up and used your left hand to push your tray of food towards Gyuvin, "Here, eat. I'll be going now."
Gyuvin was going to say something else, but you were already running off to the exit.
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"Bruno Mars is better." Taerae argues with you.
You and Taerae were in the same class and subsequently, were talking in the classroom you both shared before classes started.
"Whatever you say. Arguing with you is tiring, you're so stubborn."
"I am an ENTJ after all, it's in my nature."
"Stop blaming your MBTI for your horrible attitude."
"Good Morning [name]!" Gyuvin's voice booms inside your classroom, interrupting the conversation you were having with Taerae.
"How did he find my class?" You ask in disbelief.
"I may or may not have said anything about your whereabouts to Junhyeon." Taerae giggles
"He's friends with Gyuvin?" You ask, terrified that you have a mutual friend with Gyuvin.
"I mean Jeonghyeon is too, but-"
"What're we talking about today?" Gyuvin interrupts once again, pushing Taerae's chair away from yours with his leg to make room for his own chair that he had dragged away from an unoccupied desk.
"Oh, hello there Gyuvin." You awkwardly greet the boy who had now sat down beside you.
Gyuvin snakes his arm around your shoulders, "Hi [name]."
"What brings you here?" You try to back away from the boy but his arm stuck you down to your place.
"You, ofcourse. The day was so beautiful today that I just had to come see you."
"Really? I didn't know that you came this early to school." You grumble loudly enough for the boy next to you to hear.
"I told you already, the day was so beautiful today that I just had to see you, sweetie." Gyuvin baby-talks you.
"Well okay then.." You pause for a moment, not knowing what to say, "Sweetie.."
You cringe at yourself while Gyuvin was almost shaking in joy. However, Gyuvin's joy was mildly interrupted by Taerae's loud laughter.
"What're you laughing at?" Gyuvin snaps at Taerae
"Ah, I didn't mean to-"
"You know what? Can you leave? You laughing at [name], isn't needed."
"That wasn't my intention, I-"
"Leave." Gyuvin stares the boy down until he finally stood up to go out of the classroom.
"You went too far." You stare at Gyuvin
"He was laughing at you."
"He's my friend, ofcourse he's going to laugh at me." You push Gyuvin's arm away from you gently, "Look, Gyuvin. I appreciate that you care for me to an extent but you need to learn about not overstepping boundaries."
"I'm sorry, [name]." Gyuvin pouts
"No need to apologize to me. Go after Taerae and apologize to him." You shoo Gyuvin away to which he obediently follows.
Gyuvin finds Taerae just outside your classroom, leaning against the lockers.
"Hey man, I'm sorry about earlier." Gyuvin brings a hand out for Taerae to shake.
"No worries." Taerae brings his hand out to accept Gyuvin's handshake, "But I do want to ask you something."
Gyuvin brings his hand down from Taerae's, "Shoot."
"Why do you like [name]?"
"Why? Do you like them?"
"Absolutely not, we argue too much. I'm just curious, you liking them came out of nowhere. So, why do you like [name]?"
"You know..." Gyuvin drones on his answer, "Because... uhm.."
Taerae doesn't wait for Gyuvin to continue, "Try not to mess with [name], alright?"
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"Where is my calculator?" You search your backpack for the said calculator.
You had left your things unattended at the table you and your friends had gathered around, to go to the restroom. You thought that since your friends were there, your things would be guarded.
"I don't know. Maybe Junhyeon knows, him and his friends just left awhile ago." Jeonghyeon suggests
"When you say Junhyeon and his friends, do you mean Gyuvin?" You slowly turn to Jeonghyeon, almost terrified.
"Ahhhh" Jeonghyeon seemingly had a moment of realization, "Yes.."
You see, when you left for the restroom, Junhyeon had stopped by at the table your friends were gathered at, to talk to Taerae. With Junhyeon was Gunwook and most importantly, Gyuvin. The latter was going to ask where you were when he spotted your things at the far-right end of the table. He recognized your bag easily.
Since your friends were occupied talking to each other, he did what any normal person would do. He sneakily took the calculator near your bag.
Junhyeon had finished talking with Taerae, and left with Gunwook and Gyuvin before you came back. In great fashion, Gyuvin took your calculator with him home.
"What's gotten you so happy there?" Gyuvin's mother asks her son.
The boy had changed into his house clothes and was sitting in the kitchen where his family was eating.
"What do you mean?" Gyuvin giggles, he had been giggling ever since he was picked up from school by his older brother, Hao.
"Does my boy have a crush in school?" His mother gushes.
"Ewwwww." His younger sister, Eunchae, voices out her disgust.
"What's your problem? You've been giggling non-stop." Hao exasperatingly asks his younger brother.
"Yes, I do have a crush."
"Ewwwww!" Eunchae voices out her disgust even louder.
"Oh hush Eunchae, go on now." His mother excitedly waits for Gyuvin to expound on what he had just revealed.
"What? So, you asked them out or something? Well, congratulations and shut up." Hao complains
"No, but I did take their calculator with me." Gyuvin proudly says, puffing out his chest, "They're probably panicking right now."
"Oh, Gyuvin.." His mother sadly calls out to him.
"Way to impress your crush, I guess." Hao says in a sarcastic tone.
"What?" Gyuvin asks confused
"Give your crush their calculator back first thing in the morning, Gyuvin." His mother berates, "That's not how you try and impress a person."
"But it's just a joke. They'll have no way of ignoring me now." Gyuvin tries to defend himself, "It'll give me a laugh too."
"Do you even like them, Gyuvin?" His mother asks, trying to find a middle ground for her next argument.
"I do."
"Then don't try and drive them away."
"Okay, mom.." Gyuvin reluctantly gives up to which Eunchae snickers at.
"It's alright Gyuvin, you're father always used to tease me back in the day too." His mother reminisces the past, "What's my boy's crush's name?"
"[name]"
"Oohhh, so, what do you like about this [name]?" His mother asks, elated.
"Because you know..." Gyuvin pauses for a few seconds, nervously laughing and quickly trying to find an answer, "Whatever dad saw in you.. I guess.."
His mother sighs and shakes her head, "Bring that [name]'s calculator back to them immediately. I really need you to stop playing around, Gyuvin."
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It was early morning and you were tiringly getting your things out of your locker. You had texted and even tried to call Gyuvin countless of times yesterday night for your calculator. To the point that you had to question if Junhyeon had given you Gyuvin's right number.
As you lock your locker closed, your calculator presented itself infront of your face.
"Guess what I have?" Gyuvin laughs, tauntingly shaking your calculator infront of you.
You quickly try to grab your calculator but fail as Gyuvin retracts his hand away from you faster. The boy was an athlete and that was to your disadvantage. Especially when he starts running away from you, laughing maniacally along the way.
"Try and catch me!"
"Gyuvin! Give it back!" You scream, chasing the brunette along the halls of your school.
"Only if you catch me!"
The two of you continue running and screaming in the hallways. This continued on for what seemed to be a long period to you, as you were running out of breath. Luckily for you, Gyuvin hits his stomach with a drinking water fountain, causing him to stop in his tracks and clutch his stomach in pain.
"Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, catching up to the boy and patting his back softly.
"Kim Gyuvin and [full name]!"
You turn your head to see your school's prefect.
"Go to my office now and clean up whatever mess you made!" The prefect snides, pointing at the ground near you.
On the floor was you calculator, broken. You couldn't help but sigh, squatting down to clean up your broken calculator. Gyuvin tries to help you, eyes squinting in pain as he tries to squat down but you stop him, wrapping a hand around his leg to stop him from extra movement.
"Faster! Can't believe the youth are so disobedient these days!" The prefect had his arms crossed and was tapping his right foot impatiently.
You put the remains of your calculator into your backpack and stand up. Gently taking one of Gyuvin's arms and wrapping it around your shoulders, you help the brunette walk with you to follow the prefect to his office.
"Sorry." The brunette whispers, not looking at you.
"It's whatever." You reply monotonously
The prefect quickly open the door to his office and runs to his desk to sit down. You close the door behind.
"Quickly now!" The prefect snaps his fingers, while you sit Gyuvin down on one of the two chairs infront of the prefect's desk and then sit on the other unoccupied chair.
"Do you know the consequences to your actions?"
You open your mouth to answer but was swiftly interrupted.
"First, the both of you ran in halls. Second, the both of you screamed in the said halls. Third, you destructed school property, the wat-"
"[name] didn't do anything wrong. I stole their calculator and they were just trying to take it back." Gyuvin interrupts, done with the prefect's aggressiveness that had involved you.
"So we're interrupting elders now, Mr-"
"He didn't mean to." You nervously try to defend the boy beside you.
"Now you too-"
"I did mean to. What kind of prefect are you anyway? I'm in pain and you still bring me to your office before the clinic. You're screaming and being passive-aggressive to two teenagers at your grown age. I can go on and on but you know what? This is actual bull-" Gyuvin tries to distract the prefect from getting angry at you, so, he started spewing out nonsense that would transfer all of the prefect's anger and focus towards him. Even if it meant suspension or expulsion that would lead him to miss the matches he had practiced for. It was his fault anyway.
But before he could continue his vulgarity, you bring a hand to his mouth to stop any sound from resounding. However, you were too late as the prefect had successfully fallen into the brunette's trap.
"I'm calling your parent, Mr. Kim Gyuvin. You are suspended and are to go home." The prefect solemnly says.
"He really didn't mean too, he's just in pain." You try to reason.
"[full name], don't get yourself into any more trouble. I'll dismiss you with only a two-day after school detention."
Gyuvin sees your mouth open but quickly opens his mouth to speak over you, "I told you that they didn't do anything wrong. Why are you giving them punishment?"
"Don't try and make this worse for yourself." You loudly whisper to the brunette, pinching his thigh.
"Listen to your partner, Kim Gyuvin. [full name], you are dismissed, please leave." The prefect shoos you away to the exit.
"Can you lend a calculator to [name]?" Gyuvin quietly whispers.
The prefect sighs, "[full name], tell Mrs. Cruz that I'm lending you my calculator. She'll know that it's from me."
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"Yes Sir" You respond, surprised, bowing your head and leaving the office. You decide not to fight back anymore as it might lead to Gyuvin getting into more trouble.
"Stop getting yourself into more trouble, mom is fuming right now." Hao berates his younger brother while driving.
Gyuvin's older brother had picked him up from the school grounds after their mom had received a call from the prefect, informing her of the boy's suspension.
Gyuvin stays quiet, fiddling with the action figure he had broken when he first bumped into you.
"Don't get me started with that crush you have that you got into trouble." Hao says exasperatingly, "If you can call them your crush, that is."
"What do you mean?" Gyuvin asks softly with an annoyed tone.
"First, drop that attitude, be happy that i was free enough to pick you up when mom told me to." Hao rants, "Let me ask you again Gyuvin, because it seems that you got into trouble by this one singular person."
"They didn't do anything!" Gyuvin slams the action figure down into the car seat.
Hao ignores his younger brother's behavior, "What do you like about this crush of yours, that you push yourself into so much trouble?"
"Can you shut up?" Gyuvin snarkily replies, tired of the question.
Only those who had seen him together with you would understand, or atleast his two closest friends would, he thought.
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Jeonghyeon had ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang for lunchtime, the reason being that he was going to practice basketball at the gym with the rest of the basketball team. Due to immediately leaving, the boy had forgotten his lunchbox at the classroom.
Like the good friend that Taerae was, Taerae was going to bring the forgotten lunchbox to his friend at the gym. But Taerae just had to drag you along with him. You were more than reluctant to come along as you still had to buy your own lunch at the canteen, and saw this as an event that would postpone your eating time.
"Stop complaining. I haven't eaten yet and I'm not complaining, sounds like your just a bad friend." Taerae says as the both of you walk to the gym.
"I could care less." You say, rubbing your face, "I should've just ate with Giselle and the rest."
"But I'm your favorite friend, aren't I?" Taerae pushes the gym door open upon reaching the said gym.
Stepping into the gym, you are presented with a group of twelve or so teenage boys playing basketball. The both of you move closer to the group that was playing basketball. Unfortunately, Jeonghyeon was too busy playing. It was as if Lady luck was on your side, as there were also no players on the sidelines that you could've left the lunchbox with.
"Let's just leave his lunchbox here, I'm starving." You complain, pointing to the floor Taerae was standing on with piles of clothes and belongings.
"This is actually disgusting, can't they place their things somewhere else." Taerae scrunches his face in disgust.
"Beats me, just leave it there."
"No, we will not be leaving his lunchbox on the floor. It's dirty and what if he doesn't see it?" Taerae disagrees with you.
"You're logic is dumb. Whatever, you're waiting here by yourself." You try to walk away but Taerae stops you by your collar.
"I am not waiting here alone with fifty sweaty, rowdy and annoying boys." Taerae exaggerates, stomping his foot on the floor.
Hearing a loud clack, the both of you look down to see an action figure that had a dislocated arm. It was Gyuvin's figure, he always brought it around with him, and Taerae had dislocated it with his foot.
"Ohhhh." Taerae nervously giggles
"Yeah, ohhhhh. You're actually dead." You say, squatting down to take the action figure in your hands.
Taerae seemed frightened by your words as he drops Jeonghyeon's lunchbox on your back and quickly runs away to the gym's exit.
"Talk about being a bad friend." You mutter under your breath, taking the lunchbox from your back to your lap to hide your hands that were trying to fix the dislocated figure.
"Oh hey! Look at that! It's Gyuvin's crush!" A rowdy boy playing basketball laughs loudly, pointing at your figure crouched down.
Out of all the moments any of the players could've acknowledged you when you were still with Taerae, it was now that you were all alone trying to fix Taerae's mistake.
"Hey, [name]! This one's for you!" Gyuvin shouts upon landing his eyes on you, dribbling the basketball in his hands.
Your eyes widened in horror, quickly trying to snap the figure's arm back into place. This was your worst nightmare, alone with many males that stenched of sweat and having one of those said males loudly dedicating a shot for you.
Gyuvin outstretched his arms upwards to shoot the ball in the hoop.
Gyuvin missed the shot.
All of the rowdy, smelly, sweaty, and loud teenage athletes erupted into laughter.
"[name], this one's for you!" One of the players mock Gyuvin.
Among all the teenage boys, Gyuvin laughed the hardest. He was on his knees, clutching his stomach from laughing too hard.
You couldn't help but feel absolutely humiliated. As you snap the figure's arm back into place, you stand up. Your legs felt weak, you wanted to run away and hide in embarrassment. Talk about having someone loudly dedicating a shot to you infront of adolescent boys and absolutely missing it.
The boys seemingly had stopped playing due to laughing too hard.
Jeonghyeon jogs towards you, "Hey, is that my lunchbox?"
"Yeah, Taerae was supposed to give it to you but he ran away." You say in a hushed voice, handing the lunchbox and the now fixed action figure to Jeonghyeon, "Give that to Gyuvin, Taerae accidently broke it earlier but I fixed it, so no problems now."
"Thank-" Jeonghyeon was about to thank you but you were already running away.
"Don't tell me is [name] your significant other or something?" A member from the basketball team asks Jeonghyeon, "Looks like you can't mess with [name] anymore, Gyuvin!"
"What? Are you serious?" Gyuvin asks, glaring at Jeonghyeon's back.
"What? No, they were just bringing me lunch. Let's calm down now." Jeonghyeon responds irritable, he turns his head towards Gyuvin.
"Here, [name] fixed it. They said Taerae broke it." Jeonghyeon throws the action figure towards Gyuvin, and like the true athlete that he was, Gyuvin catches it.
Gyuvin scans the figure. Sure enough, it was fixed. The figure's arm was now where it was supposed to be. Although, Gyuvin was confused, it's arm was dislocated ever since the fateful day that he fell and met you, how did Taerae break it?
"Hey Gyuvin, why do you like [name]?" Jeonghyeon asks, hugging his lunchbox.
"Yeah Gyuvin, tell us why you like [name]." Another team member snickers, not taking the question seriously.
Gyuvin stays silent, too tired to answer, scanning the figure in his hands. The boys listening in snicker and stifle their laughter.
"Whatever dude, don't mess with [name] too much."
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"Hey bro! Sorry about earlier!" Junhyeon slaps Gyuvin's back and sits next to him on the bench.
"Yeah bro, sorry." Gunwook says, bringing Gyuvin's duffle bag with him and sitting down on the other side of the bench, beside Gyuvin.
Gyuvin sits up straight from his slouched position, "Why are the both of you apologizing?"
"Oh, uh, you know for ganging up on you." Gunwook replies, taken aback by Gyuvin's formalities.
"No, I should be the one apologizing. It is my fault for having immediately acted upon my anger."
"Drop that attitude bro." Junhyeon says, worryingly looking at his friend.
"Apologies, I will try to act more mature from now on."
Gunwook nervously laughs and chucks Gyuvin's duffle bag into the latter's lap, "Here you go bro, you left it at the changing rooms. Next time, you should really fix your clothes, it's disgusting."
"Apologies again, I shall clean up after myself from now on." Gyuvin says, taking out his things to arrange them in his bag.
"Are you really fixing your things right now bro?" Junhyeon asks
"Yes, please don't wait for me. You can go ahead without me." Gyuvin continues to fix his things.
Gunwook and Junhyeon share a look of worry.
"Look bro, we're sorry, we shouldn't have ganged up on you about [name]." Gunwook breaks the silence.
Gyuvin takes out the action figure out of his bag and zips the said bag shut, after arranging everything.
"No, it's completely understandable. My actions towards [name] were immature and concerning, I'll try to make it up to them from now on." Gyuvin caresses the figure with his thumb.
"You're going to be their own one of a kind boyfriend, ah?" Gunwook motivates his friend
"I'll be a proper boyfriend."
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Ever since that day, when the boy's two closest friends had questioned his feelings for you, Gyuvin had become nothing short of a perfect student.
He had stopped being late to school, arriving almost an hour early to school. He stopped sleeping and slacking off in class, even math class, even actively participating or asking questions. He had stopped being so loud in the halls, walking at a normal pace and being aware of his surroundings. He had even started asking for extra work from teachers to boost his grades.
Suffice to say, he was a teacher's pet, well-mannered and focused on his studies that he even quit every sports team he was in to be able to study more. Even to the dismay and constant protests of his multiple team-mates about him quitting, he politely declines coming back.
It was such a sudden change that Gunwook and Junhyeon worried and started to feel guilty, did their friend change because of them? It was such a sudden change, and a big change in fact. No one would've known that Gyuvin would become a studious student, even more so quit sports.
So, the both of them had begged you to talk to Gyuvin. You were the reason why the boy got angry at the both of them and then suddenly changed afterwards.
So, here you were, sitting at a park bench on a cool Saturday afternoon. Since Gyuvin would decline any efforts Junhyeon and Gunwook made to hang out, under the pretense that he needed time to study, you were the one to ask Gyuvin out. Luckily, Gyuvin had immediately agreed to you.
"[name]" Gyuvin says breathlessly, greeting you.
"Gyuvin" You politely smile at the boy.
"I'm truly sorry, did I keep you waiting?"
"No, not much really. I just came really early, you came earlier than what we agreed to."
In all actuality, you were worried for the boy. Hearing his two closest friends tell you that he wasn't acting normally frightened you. Sure, the brunette was rowdy and had moments where you wished you never had helped him that one fateful day, but he also had moments where he tried. No one really took such an interest in you, it was charming, and the said brunette really tried his best to appease you.
"Still, I shouldn't have made you wait. That's not what a proper..." Gyuvin halts his statement.
"A proper what?" You ask, trying to not make the air awkward.
"Nevermind, I brought you flowers by the way." Gyuvin says smiling at you, giving you a small bouquet of flowers.
"You didn't have to. Thank you, it's very pretty." You smile, looking at the flowers you have received.
"Their artificial flowers too, so it won't wilt." Gyuvin chuckles lightly, "Do you like it?"
"Ofcourse I do."
Gyuvin's smile widens, "That's good. So, what would you like to do in this fine afternoon?"
"Oh, about that. Can you sit down with me?"
The brunette sits down beside you, awaiting your words.
"First off.." You chuckle, smiling and looking at Gyuvin, "What are these flowers for?"
Gyuvin seemed shocked at your question, "Well, I just thought I'd get something nice for you on our first date. Isn't that normal?
"Ah" You didn't mean to ask Gyuvin on a date, you just said that you wanted to hang out and talk. The brunette seemed to had mistook you, but you don't bring that up. Instead, you ask the always lingering question in your head, "Gyuvin?"
"Yes, [name]?" The boy looks thoughtfully at you.
"Why do you like me?" Sure, you helped him up that one time when you first met, but that really didn't explain his infatuation with you.
"I like you because you always care for me." Gyuvin says, making sure that your eyes were on him, he stares into your eyes, "Whenever I mess up. Whenever I test your patience, you always end up still trying to help me. Like when I pointed out and laughed at your booger that one time infront of tons of people, you still offered me your lunch knowing that I hadn't eaten yet."
You stare into Gyuvin, expecting more, and more did he deliver.
"I don't know why I started liking you, I probably hit my head too hard and fell in love with you at first sight when we first met. But that led me to actually fall in love with you. From trying to see you everyday, to messing up, and you cleaning up after me." Gyuvin keeps his stare on you, "That's why I like you, [name]."
Gyuvin takes a deep breath, "If you would let me, I would like to try and make you like me back, [name]. If you would let me, I will be a boyfriend that is deserving of you, [name]."
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Ever since that day, you and Gyuvin started going out together. The boy had kept his promise. Once you said yes to his proposal, the brunette gave you his undivided attention. When he was studying and you happened to ask for him, he would quickly attend to you, even after you would refuse and tell him to keep studying. He always made time for you, even when there wasn't time.
He was a picture-perfect boyfriend. Kind, patient, studious and sugar-coated his words for you.
He would be the picture-perfect boyfriend but you yet had accepted to officially put that title onto him. Much to his dismay, but he would always smile and tell you to not feel pressured to accept.
Today, Gyuvin and you were strolling during the young night. The both of you were walking with no particular destination in mind.
That was what Gyuvin thought, but you were actually leading him to a local basketball court that was free to anyone.
As the both of you reach the court, you point your finger at it, "Hey! Let's go in there!"
"Oh? You want to play basketball?"
"Yeah." You step into the empty basketball court, guessing that no one was playing this late. Gyuvin follows behind you.
You look around for any basketballs, and luckily, find a basket full of them. You take one out, "Jeonghyeon told me that you were a star player. Show me your moves!" You enthusiastically say, throwing the ball towards Gyuvin.
Gyuvin chuckles, "You've been forcing me to play sports these days. Are you into athletes, darling?"
"What about it?" You laugh
"Well, you could've just said so, love." Gyuvin chuckles, dribbling the ball you had thrown at him, "Do you want to play with me?"
"How about you show me how to play first, showcase your awesome-st moves!" You clap your hands together, sitting on the lower-staircase the court had for viewers.
"Anything for you, sweety." Gyuvin sweetly smiles at you.
The boy dribbles the ball around the court for a few minutes, doing cool tricks with the said ball along the way as you applaud. After the said few minutes, he brings the ball above his head to shoot it.
"This one's for you, [name]!"
Gyuvin shoots the shot.
You clap as Gyuvin walks closer to you and sits beside you.
"How was that for redemption?" Gyuvin laughs
"More than enough." You smile at him
"You know, don't you not like sports? I'm sure Jeonghyeon told me that." Gyuvin points out
"You know, speaking of Jeonghyeon, he told me that you played ice hockey! Why don't you show me that next time?" You try and change the subject.
"It's not good to ignore what other people say, love." Gyuvin playfully furrows his eyebrows and pouts.
"I don't like playing sports, but I like watching!" You partially lie.
"Really? Jeonghyeon said that you don't come to watch his games because you found it boring." Gyuvin asks seriously
You gulp, "I like watching you do it."
"Why?"
"Because you like it. You enjoy sports, Gyuvin. You're always happy when you play sports. Back then, you would endure handling too many sports with a smile because you liked it, you like it." You repeat your last words.
Gyuvin cups your cheek with his hand. He uses his other hand to support his body leaning into you. As his nose touched your own, you bring a hand to his shoulder to stop him.
That seemed to upset him, as silent tears started rolling down from his eyes, "Does your heart even beat for me?"
Instead of answering, you take your hand off of his shoulder and tilt your head to meet his lips in yours. You taste the bitterness of his tears.
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"Hey bro, nice game!" Gunwook congratulates Gyuvin, excitedly hugging him.
"Yeah, nice game bro! You were totally the MVP." Gyuvin hugs the other party back.
"Only because you just started practicing last week after not playing for a whole three(3) months."
"Just take the compliment bro." Gyuvin says
"Ayo! Congrats to my two bros!" Junhyeon joins the hug, "I'll let it slide that the both of you are sweaty."
Gunwook laughs, "No one asked for you to join the hug."
The three break the hug as Junhyeon fakes hurt, "How dare you!"
"It's great to have you back on the team." Yujin speaks up, eliciting a frightened screech from Junhyeon who didn't see the boy coming.
Gyuvin hugs the younger boy, Yujin, who reluctantly hugs back, "I hope that you're happy with me Yujinie."
"I am, now, stop hugging me." Yujin forcefully pushes Gyuvin off.
"Yujin, kid, stop scaring me!" Junhyeon berates the younger boy.
"Just stop being a scaredy-cat and you wouldn't have this problem." Gyuvin defends his junior.
"Hey, Gyuvin!" Jeonghyeon runs up to the said brunette.
"Yeah, dude?" Gyuvin responds
"You played awesome at soccer today. You still up for that basketball match this Friday?" Jeonghyeon asks hopefully.
"Heck yeah! Why is that even a question?" Gyuvin proclaims loudly, smacking Jeonghyeon's back, "Is [name] with you?"
Gunwook and Junhyeon wiggle their eyebrows as Jeonghyeon laughs, "Yeah, they're with Taerae right now in the stands. They actually watched the match."
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His skates clash with the ice in the ice rink of the mall. Gyuvin holds the both of your hands as he guides you in skating, "You said you wanted me to show you skating." The brunette chuckles.
"Yeah, show me skating, not you showing me how to skate." You correct the boy holding you, as your legs wobble from not being familiar with walking on ice.
"Don't worry, I got ya." Gyuvin teasingly says, letting go of your hands for a split of a second.
"Gyuvin!" You scream, grabbing onto his stomach and hugging it.
Gyuvin hugs you back and laughs menacingly. The boy laughed a little too hard as he slipped on the ice, bringing you down with him.
"Talk about being a good skater. I thought you played ice hockey!" You whine
"I'm sorry, love. No one's perfect, I guess."
"Yeah, especially you!"
"Scratch that, you're perfect." Gyuvin smiles at you, struggling to stand up on the ice with you.
"You're such a cheesy boyfriend." You tease after finally being up on your feet.
"Your own one of a kind." Gyuvin says, bringing your face closer to his.
"You are not kissing me in a mall!" You berate
"Let's get out of this rink then." The boy laughs, taking your hand and guiding you to the rink's exit.
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That's the end of that. I'm sorry if that was actual dog shit 😔 (No offense to Eumppappa, I literally did not mention the dog at all in the story). I'll write a Sung Hanbin×reader story fiction next, I promise that that wont be a High School AU anymore. Sorry if I just wasted your time and thank you for reading.
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geordikisser · 1 year ago
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dessert. ( 18+ ! )
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milo x sweetheart.
a/n: milo eating good! (literally,,,,,) need more milo content? im yer guy>;3 i don’t go into heavy detail with the smut but its definitely more than implied 😀. didn’t proof read so there is prolly some grammar errors icl
warnings: obviously, suggestive & mature themes >_O !
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your fingers dance around the rim of your glass as your eyes meet your lover’s. a grin is placed comfortably upon your face as one is on his to match. “see something you like?” he quips at you as your eyes are quickly met with the super, suddenly so interesting art upon the walls, earning a quick chuckle from the brunette.
milo rises from his seat, dishes in hand. he gestures towards your plate as you give him a nod, assuring he can go ahead and put them up. “such a gentleman you are.” you take a sip of your beverage as he scoffs playfully. “nothing new under the sun,” he remarks confidently as he makes his way towards the kitchen. your eyes travel to his broad shoulders then his shaped waist, a stare so dangerous it could puncture holes into his back if you looked any harder. dishes placed gently in the sink, he turns to you as he lets the water run hot. “any dessert?” he hums to you, trailed with innocence yet you know better; there was malicious intentions to be followed with those words. you swish your drink around in your cup as you think on whether you will partake him in this ‘dessert’.
milo was always a man of surprises, he was silly, sneaky & a lovable man overall and knew how to keep things interesting with you. “in what way do i want dessert?” you inquire in a playful tone, a tone that riled him up in the best ways. a grin was shamelessly plastered on his face. he was quick to shy away, his hand covering his grin. he readjusts himself as he gets attentive towards the dishes. “i’ll leave that up to you, sweetheart.” he affirms as you took that as an invitation to pursue your titillating thoughts.
as you two finished cleaning up, you found yourselves on the couch. leaning onto one another, the mood was intimate. it was sweet. the air was thin while your touches remained careful, like you two were almost conscious on the placements & how much meaning they could hold. milo spun ‘when i see you again’ by fleetwood mac on vinyl. your fingers traced around milo’s muscled forearm up to his shoulders. “i—,, listened to the song you showed me last night.” he whispered out of the blue, you suddenly snapping up from the cozy position. “what!! you said you hated jazz.” you grumble playfully. a cocky smile on your face.
“i know,,!! but i couldn’t help myself but indulge, it’s your favorite song s—so,,.” he admits, continuing on his anecdote of the song of from your favorite jazz album. your face turning into one of admiration instead one of taunt. the way he found a way to be passionate on a interest of yours instead of speaking poorly upon it, knowing he took the interest into consideration and found nothing distasteful to say towards it. he even wanted to talk about it with you, it made your butterflies in your stomach have butterflies and your heart doing cartwheels into front flips.
you leaned into the man as you kissed him passionately, you caress his face gently as he is shocked. you were so dazed into the little things, you forgot he was still talking. your hand from his cheek trails down to his chest as his hand reaffirms onto your waist. leaning back, you crawl more and more onto him. you hovered yourself over his lap, his back against the arm of the sofa. sitting up slightly as you arched your back slightly into it. pulling away, you two are met with heavy breathing. milo’s face is tickled pink as his eyes meet your lust filled ones. “so uh,,, you kiss everybody who talks about minnie riperton or what.” he teases, chuckling. you sit down on his lap, placing your hand onto his stomach. “it’s not that.” you sneer in response. “you’re so perfect for me milo.” you mumble, looking away.
milo smiles lovingly towards you, though you aren’t one to see it. he gently places his hand on your cheek and gestures it towards his eyes once again. “getting bashful for me, hm?” he smirks, planting a sweet kiss onto your lips. you giggle in a darling way. “you’re just as endearing to me, sweetheart.” he plants little kisses along your flustered face. “you are so sweet for me.” he rests his forehead against yours as he intertwines your guys hands. your lips lock once again tenderly. milo lays you gently onto your back, head against the pillows on the sofa. his kisses trail down to below your jaw then towards your neck. pretty pecks decorate your neck as you squirm underneath his touch. as he unbuttons his dress shirt fully, you pull off your attire alongside his stripping. his hands roam around your body, gently kissing your body as he goes down, practically worshipping it as he goes down.
reaching your thighs, he begins to kiss your inner thighs, whispering sweet nothings as he does. “so soft, so delicate.” he murmurs as he caresses the sides of your thighs. his fingertips bare so soft and tender. you practically trembling at his cold touch that contrasted to your warm body. the heat intensifying as he kissed you lower shamelessly. his hands get a bit risky and he begins to fiddle with the rim of your undergarments. his fingers massaging your hip, dangerously rearing closer towards you crotch. his kisses turn into gentle nips as he began to pull down said underwear of yours. “do ya mind if i take these, sweetheart?” he hums, waiting for your hand of approval. you nod dismissively in response. “of course not.” you smile generously towards the brunette as his eyes reflect with the lust that lingered in yours eyes. complimenting one another as the stare prolonged.
as he slips off your underwear, leaving you bare to his disposal. your heart pounds in your chest like it’s gonna burst. unconsciously, you close your thighs out of embarrassment. milo’s hand stops your legs from closer as he gently seperates them once again. “you’re iridescent, sweetheart.” he murmurs, caressing your stomach down to your inner thigh. his touch circulating the area of your thigh. “that’s a big word for you,,” you tease, looking away bashfully. he rolls his eyes, dismissing what you said with a smile. “you’re a thing of beauty, i swear.” he chuckles as he kisses your stomach gently as he trails down towards your pelvis. “if you give me permission to, i can show you how pretty you are for me right now.” he whispers huskily. you can’t help find a smile creep upon your face with these whispers. you nod your head as you relax your thighs within milo’s hold. “please. i want you.” you pant out in return to his sweet whispers. he smiles as he pecks your crotch properly. “you are the sweetest thing a man could ask for.” he coos as he begins to tease and taunt you, caressing your thigh as he did.
your lower lip quivered as you begin to fiddle with your hands. your face heats up a dangerous red as your breathing matches your heart. milo’s name escapes your mouth breathlessly, like a involuntary response to his touch. you tremble under his loving touch, desperate to repay this pure ecstasy he feeds you whenever your worlds collide for tender moments like this. “you can grip my hair sweetheart, i like that. don’t be shy.” he says as he picks his head up for that quick breath of air. you never been the type to need that sort of relief. your hands were comfortably close you as they played with eachother anxiously, like if they don’t continue to be distracted you would be left self conscious. but at the moment, these seemed appropriate to play with something else. you get a fistful on his brown locks and begin to twiddle and tug at it gently.
pulling him into you as you did. milo’s grunts and pants as he tasted all of you, leaving no spot untouched. but shortly, milo grunts as he taps your thigh gently, referencing for you to let go of his hair. your hands slip away for the entanglements of his hair within an instant. “i’m so sorry, m—milo! was i grabbing to hard?” you stammer out, traced with embarrassment. milo disregards the idea. kissing your thigh before he straightens his posture. “c’mon. im a big boy, i can take it.” he assures you with a smirk. his hands are met to his belt. “but if we both wish to benefit from this, i need to stop before i make a fool of myself in my slacks.” he growls lowly as he slips off his clothing, disregarding them to accompany yours on the floor. you feel those same butterflies as you felt earlier. “i need you.” he admits shamelessly. “please.” he grunts as he looks at you with these desperate & smitten eyes. your hands traced his sides as you nodded. “im all yours.” you giggle as he growls, baring his canines to you. “hold on tight sweetheart.” his eyes dangerously eyeing your body like he’s gonna put it to good use. “i’ve been wanting this all night.”
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startseeingstars · 2 months ago
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Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)
CH17 🎶 Ghastly - Glare 🎶
T/W - mature themes, drug/alcohol use
It had been a blur of a night - as were many of my nights lately. I woke up to a knock on my bedroom door, head thumping, room spinning and I groaned. Krista was laying beside me, snoring lightly, her make up a mess. I bet mine would be the same.
Another knock sounded on my door and I grunted an invitation in.
Erik opened the door, holding a bowl of cereal.
"It's 3pm." He said before shovelling a spoonful into his mouth.
"Fuck."
I pushed open the shop door, wincing as the bell above me chimed loudly. I removed my sunglasses and threw my hair into a ponytail, tying my apron around my waist.
"Where have you been?" Hammed asked, annoyed.
"I'm sorry." I muttered, heading for the till, ready to serve the next customer in line. He jumped on the grill and I took a few orders, running on fumes. I glanced up as I handed an order to someone, spotting Øystein and the gang sitting at one of the tables. He looked away when I saw him.
We hadn't spoken a lot since that night at the bar, and that had been almost two months ago. We had seen each other around and made civil small talk but I'd always left early or avoided him completely. Work was the one place I didn't have that luxury.
As business slowed, Hammed began helping me wipe down the benches. "Why were you late today?" He asked as he cleaned. He wasn't mad, but I could tell he was getting sick of my shit. I'd been late a lot recently. Even completely forgot about a shift and no showed.
"I'm sorry, Hammed. I overslept." I scrubbed the bench harder than I needed to.
"You've been having a lot of late nights lately." He commented. "Is everything okay? You seem unhappy." I looked up and saw Øystein watching, listening.
I swallowed.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry." I forced a smile, finally meeting Hammed's gaze.
"I appreciate you checking in on me. I promise it won't happen again."
Jan approached the counter.
"Else," he greeted me with a warm smile. "You look tired as fuck. You sleeping?" His eyebrows furrowed, his expression quickly changing. I chuckled.
"You really know how to charm a girl."
He offered an apologetic smile.
"Haven't seen you in a while. How's Krista?" He asked, avoiding my gaze. I smirked.
"Single, if that's what you're asking." I swore I saw him blush.
"That obvious, huh?" He shuffled on his feet for a moment. "We are having drinks at the bar tomorrow night. You guys should come." He seemed hopeful.
"Drinks? We're there." I laughed. He grinned.
"Sweet, see you guys tomorrow."
I returned to my cleaning, a little anxious about hanging around Øystein again. Maybe he wouldn't even be there? No matter. Even if he was, there were plenty of others I could talk to.
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bell-the-reader · 9 months ago
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Sleepless Nights
Warning: there is some mature content, please don't read if you are under 18
"Come here, I will hold you," he says as he sits upright in bed, his arms warm and inviting and the muscles unbound from his shirt that is somewhere in his room.
My bare chest feels like ice without the warmth from his breath on my skin or the tease of his lips pressed against my stomach. Slowly, I rise up from my spot on his bed. A shiver runs down my spine as I stare at his hair, a mess from the constant running of my fingers, a golden halo around his face.
I look at his face, the sharp angles of his lips, cheeks, and nose, the same features I gently kissed moments ago and traced with the tip of my finger. Remembering how I ran my thumb over his cheek before pressing it against his lips. I stared into his forest green eyes, the ones I get lost in all the damn time, as he gently pressed his lips into my thumb, kissing it before he licked it. Not once did he look away from my face.
He's not looking away now.
And slowly, I crawl into his embrace. I sit in the middle of his lap as he cradles me, his arms bringing back the warmth I missed. I lean on his shoulder as his fingers trace patterns around my waist and back, making my skin feel on fire.
"Thank you," I whisper against his neck before I press butterfly kisses on his jawline. " Thank you, for always making me feel safe and comfortable, and for holding me in your arms like this. You make me feel at home."
He lets out a low chuckle as he holds me tighter in his arms, chest to chest, skin on skin, my arms are tight around his back and his are anchored to my waist and back. It feels like my soul has finally made it home as I relax under his careful hands caressing my dark curls that hang around my neck or the small bite marks I make on his neck, shoulders, and chest.
"Darling, it's always a pleasure being with you. You know that, right? I always want to make you feel comfortable with me, okay?"
I stare at him, the seriousness of his tone catches me off guard and the way he looks at me expectantly, waiting for my response.
"Of course you make me feel safe, you make me feel so comfortable here," I say softly, rubbing his back and pressing kisses on his shoulder. "I have always known beauty before you, but you just make everything brighter, more fuller."
We pull away from each other just enough so I can properly look at him. I notice how his features soften into a small smile or his beautiful green eyes scour across my face for some hint of a yes. He looks into my brown eyes and I do the same, going from his eyes to his lips before looking back to his eyes.
I give a microscopic hint of a nod before our lips press against each other. Our mouths open for each other as our tongues roved through the other's mouth. The small moans of pleasure escape from our lips into each other's mouths. Soon, too soon, I'm feeling breathless and when we pull apart, it only takes a couple of seconds before we go back, like our lips were magnets in such close proximity.
We lay back on the bed, one hand at the base of my neck while the other holding him upright while I try pulling him closer to me by his neck, my fingers at the base of his neck. Every time I close my eyes, I find comfort in the press of his fingers into me and the pressure of his body on top of mine. Physically trapped under his weight yet free and soaring in my mind and soul.
And we continue into the night, feeling the comfort of each other. The thrill of us coming closer together in his bed as the shadows of the night took over the sky and the moonlight was our only friend.
And all I can think of is how much I want to spend the rest of my nights like this, with him in the same bed and relaxing in each other's embrace.
Too bad he broke my heart for someone else.
Hugging Dialogue
"Need a hug?"
"I love having you in my arms."
"Come here, I will hold you."
"Hugging you feels really nice."
"I could really use a hug right now."
"Come on, let's hug it out."
"I feel like this calls for a group hug."
"If you ever need a hug, you know where to find me."
"Can you hold me just a bit tighter?"
"Nowhere I'd rather be than in your arms."
"Wearing your shirt feels like you're hugging me."
"Come closer, I'll warm you up in my arms."
"Hugging somehow feels less awkward than a handshake."
"Is this still hugging or does it count as cuddling?"
"Come on, you know you want to hug me."
More: 35 Hugs | Hugs Prompts
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qu0kkarambles · 3 years ago
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Frat party
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Warnings: smut- minors dni, degrading, dumbification, teasing, overstimulation, mentions of alcohol, spitting, oral, masterbation, punishments, jealousy, I think that’s everything? (If I missed anything please tell me)
Authors note- this was written with a particular group of people in mind you know who you are hope y’all enjoy it
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The night you met heeseung had started like any other Saturday night- you finished work and got ready to head to your friends frat party, planning to meet him there. You’d made friends with jake in the first week of college, sitting near him in your Monday morning classes and quickly becoming close friends. Before long, you were tagging along to the weekly frat party’s held at the frat house every week, often getting too drunk to walk home and crashing on the sofa in his room.
Once you had decided your hair had curled just right, and your makeup wasn’t going anywhere, you headed out, walking the short distance from your flat to the frat in less than 5 minutes. You could here the blasting music before you could see the house, and once you were inside you could feel the walls vibrating with the party playlist of the night. Heading through to the kitchen, you reached into the secret top cupboard where the good booze was hidden to make yourself a drink, jumping when you heard someone shout your name from across the room.
‘Y/n. Stealing the good stuff once again’ jakes voice boomed through the kitchen. You turned to see him, and were unsurprised to see him looking as handsome as ever, white shirt perfectly clinging across his chest and jeans stretching across his thighs just enough to tease anyone walking by. He was hot, and you were mature enough to admit that if your friend invited you to his bed, you wouldn’t say no. However that doesn’t mean you’re going to invite yourself- you could never handle the thought of rejection. His hands on your waist pulled you back to the room, as he moved you to the side so he could reach for the good beer himself.
‘Evening jake. Lots of people this week’ you mentioned, knowing he was nervous people wouldn’t come- it was getting closer to exam time and he didn’t want it to be an empty party. ‘Yeah plenty of people tonight. That reminds me, let me introduce you to our newest pledge.’he grabbed you by the arm leading you into the basement where you were met with a tall, handsome man you’d never seen in the frat before.
‘Y/n, this is heeseung. Heeseung, this is y/n. I feel like you two will probably get along’ As jake introduced you to the handsome stranger, your eyes wondered over him, taking in his build. He was slightly taller than jake, with broader shoulders but he seemed more slender under his plain black button down. His jeans were hanging slightly low on his waist, teasing the waistband of his underwear when he moved. He was stunning and staring right at you when you realised he’d spoken to you, and you were too busy drooling over him to hear. ‘Sorry what?’ You questioned, acutely aware that you were making a fool of yourself. ‘I said it’s nice to meet you’ he repeated with a chuckle ‘what are you drinking?’ You lifted your empty beer bottle with a disappointed face as you realised you’d finished it.
‘Come on. Let’s get a new one’ he said as he lead you back upstairs to the kitchen, jake left in the basement below entertaining some of his guests. As you made it to the kitchen with heeseung, he replaced your drink while making small talk- what do you study, where are you from- light hearted questions. Until he got to the one question you always dread. ‘So, you and jake? What’s the deal with you two?’ He asked innocently, not realising how complicated the response was.
You and jake were friends. You weren’t dating by any means. But you’d kissed him more than once. And more recently you crashing on his sofa after a party had transformed into you sleeping in his arms, cuddled into his sheets while he kissed sweet words into your neck. And there was the time it went way beyond cuddles a matter of weeks ago. But you were just friends. Right?
That was the answer you went for with heeseung, and you didn’t miss the look of relief that crossed his face when you replied. ‘Ah ok, good’ he said smirking to himself. ‘Why is that good?’ You questioned, confused by his growing confidence. ‘Well it’s just- I guess it’s nice to know you’re not taken. Just in case I ever get the confidence to ask you out.’ His confidence had transformed into a blushing shyness as he looked to the floor. You took a second to realise what he had said, and when it clicked in your brain you finally replied by crashing your lips to his.
When he didn’t respond for a second you thought you’d made a terrible mistake, but as you moved to pull away you felt his hands snake around your waist, pulling your body flush against his as he kissed you back, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly on the strands, earning a moan into your lips. After what felt like forever, you pulled away to catch your breath, and heeseung held your hand as he lead you upstairs. Past jakes bedroom, you slipped into the next door. You assumed it was heeseungs room, and it matched him well.
The tidy desk and freshly made bed was a stark contrast to jakes room, which was usually littered with dirty clothes and the sheets were always crumpled on one side of the bed. You barely had time to process how used to jakes room you had become before the sound of a lock turning pulled you back to the present moment. Heeseung stood behind you, door locked as he embraced you from behind, tucking his face into the crook of your neck he placed sloppy kisses along your jaw and neck, finding your sweet spot and eliciting a sweet moan from you before turning you to look at him.
‘Fuck you just look so perfect y/n’ he whispered, cupping your face in his hands and pulling your lips back to his. As you deepened the kiss, the two of you fought for dominance, with heeseung winning easily. He walked you backwards toward the bed, hovering over you when you finally lay back on his sheets. ‘So fucking perfect’ he repeated, earning a small whine from you. You’re small replies turned him on more and more, and you could feel his member against your thigh as he hovered over you, kissing below your collar bone. He pulled his body away from yours and your face dropped at the loss of contact. ‘Want you to strip for me ok baby?‘ he asked and you complied immediately, removing your dress with such speed he chuckled. ‘Aw baby. Are you desperate for me?’ He taunted. As you went to remove your panties, he stopped you, opting instead to tease you through the material, feeling how your wetness had soaked through the flimsy material. ‘So wet for me baby. Such a pretty slut for me huh’ he continued to tease as he removed your panties, kissing up your thighs and denying you friction right where you wanted it. ‘Heeseung please’ you begged, needy for more.
‘Fuck baby love hearing you beg for me’ he said before diving into your heat. In an instant you pushed his head further into your core, desperate for more. His tongue slowly worked over your folds, teasing at your entrance as he chuckled at your neediness. ‘Patience baby’ he said as he teased your entrance with his fingers, before slipping a digit into you. His tongue continued its motions on your clit, while his finger worked you open, and before long he was slipping another into you. Feeling your core tightening you warned him you were close, but your moans and cursing only spurred him on further, and as you fell apart he watched in awe as your legs began shaking.
Once you had stopped shaking, heeseung kissed his way from between your thighs, over your stomach, the curve of your breasts and over your neck before capturing your lips, and the taste of you on his tongue was intoxicating. ‘Can you take more baby? Need to feel you around me’ he whispered, waiting for your reply. You nodded eagerly before he stopped you, a hand on the jaw keeping you still. ‘I need words princess.’ He was so confident like this, and you weren’t too fucked out to know that he was entirely serious- if you wanted more, you had to say so, out loud.
‘Please heeseung, fuck me dumb’ you begged, and this was more than enough to have heeseung throwing his jeans across the floor at record speed. He flipped you onto all fours, before teasing at your entrance with his tip. ‘Please hee, need you ple-‘ Your begging was interrupted by a deep guttural moan as heeseung bottomed out in one quick thrust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he fully removed himself before filling you up again, setting a brutally fast pace. The moans tumbling from your mouth encouraged him further, thrusting harder and faster. He could see your arms shaking from holding your weight, so he pulled you up towards him until your back was against his chest, and continued with his harsh pace.
The new angle was hitting just the right spot and he could feel how close you were getting, your incoherent rambling making it all too obvious. ‘Don’t cum yet princess. Wait for me ok’ he said into your ear as he chased his high. With a few more thrusts, you were gone, clenching around him and shaking beneath him as he released, milking him of every drop of cum. He caught his breath before lowering you to the bed, and slipping out of the room to fetch a glass of water and a cloth, as well as a pair of his clean underwear for you to wear. By the time he returned you’d caught your breath and were more together, slightly in disbelief at the effect this man had on you.
‘You ok baby?’ he asked as he cleaned you up, tucking you into his sheets before sliding in next to you. ‘Yeah I’m amazing’ you replied, snuggling into his side. ‘You really fucked me dumb, huh.’ You felt his chest beneath you as he laughed, and pulled you closer. ‘Don’t you forget it babygirl’ he whispered into your hair as he drifted off to sleep, drawing lazy circles on your arm as you too drifted off. For the first time, you were sleeping in this frat house and weren’t in jakes room. It felt foreign, but you slept anyway, worn out from your time with heeseung.
Downstairs the party was still in full swing, and when jake had lapped the house twice trying to find you, he finally checked upstairs, wondering if you’d taken yourself up to his room without telling him. When he saw heeseung slip sneakily into his room, he became curious, since the last time he’d seen you had been with heeseung in the basement. After a while he cracked open heeseungs bedroom door which he has forgotten to lock, and upon seeing you cuddled up together, he grew angry. He wasn’t sure why, but seeing you together with him made his blood boil. And the next morning when he watched you sneak out of the house, texting him that you had left the party early to go home, he was furious. You had lied to him, and that wasn’t going to go unpunished.
The next time you saw jake was in the Monday class you shared. He asked again about your whereabouts Saturday night, and you stuck to the same lie, claiming a headache pulled you away from the night early. You were under the impression that he believed you, especially when the topic soon changed to planning for the following weeks party. You had gotten away with it, or so you thought. You hadn’t seen heeseung the morning after the party, slipping out of his bed and sneaking from the house before he woke. You had figured he also didn’t tell jake about your night together, since he hadn’t mentioned anything or seemed suspicious of your lie.
When the following weekend rolled around, you got ready the same as always, curling your hair when you got a text from jake.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑥
You were slightly confused- jake never asked you to wear certain clothes, he’d even said before you looked just as hot in a short dress as a good pair of jeans. Nonetheless you followed what he said, slipping the dress over your head before leaving your flat. This time when you arrived at the frat, jake was stood by the door, almost like he was waiting for you.
‘Hey trouble’ he shouted across the lawn. You replied with a laugh, slightly embarrassed by the nickname but heading over to him anyway. Before you even made it over the threshold his arm was around your waist, holding you close to him as the two of you moved through the house. You thought nothing of it while you made a drink, overly aware of how close he was. When heeseung walked into the room, you felt jakes arm grip your waist harder, pulling you closer to him.
He was being extremely clingy tonight, and you weren’t sure why. The thought that he might know about you and heeseung crossed your mind, but quickly left when you saw him chatting to heeseung like normal. If he knew- and was somehow jealous- surely he wouldn’t be this friendly with him? You finished your drink as you decided not to think about it anymore, fixing yourself another within minutes. Before long you were tipsy, and jake was practically holding you upright.
He decided it was time to take you upstairs when he saw you stumbling out of the bathroom, so he threw you over his shoulder and carried you to his room, placing you gently on his bed. He turned to lock the door but before he could he felt your hand on his arm, pulling him back to you. Before he could react you were kissing him, and he pulled away much to your dismay. ‘Don’t look at me like that. Need to lock the door first, unless you want someone to walk in and see how much of a slut you are for me?’ he teased, earning a moan from you. ‘Oh you’d like that huh? Want everyone to see how good I am to you?’ His teasing continued as he kissed along your neck. The low cut of your dress meant he could kiss all along your chest with no barriers.
Although you and jake had spent countless nights in his room after parties, tonight felt different. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the way his kisses seemed more possessive, but jake was acting differently.
‘Hmm so pretty for me baby.’ he praised as he hovered over you, seeing how you were lifting your hips to try and meet his. ‘Such a shame I need to punish you for being such a little slut’ he said, kissing his teeth. Noticing the confusion on your face he grinned to himself. ‘Aw you didn’t think I knew about your night with heeseung huh. How within an hour of meeting him you were under him like a common whore.’ His words were harsh, but the dampening of your core only got worse as he continued. He noticed how you began squirming more and more under him, so he grasped your chin to hold eye contact before holding your mouth open, spit dropping from his mouth to yours before he took your lips roughly with his. You could barely function, body in overdrive as so you desperately wanted him.
‘Please jakey, please I’m sorry I just- need you jakey’ you begged for him as you felt him grinding more and more on you. ‘Aw baby I wish I could help you. But if you’re gonna run off and fuck heeseung the first chance you get-‘ ‘no jakey please I won’t I promise’ you interrupted.
‘Not how this works babygirl. You’re gonna lie here and watch me cum, and you can’t touch yourself, or me. If you can do that, maybe I can trust you to keep your hands to yourself around my friends.’ His ultimatum was tough, but you couldn’t see any other option so you nodded along.
Pulling his jeans off, jake began palming himself over his underwear, and the outline of his member was painfully obvious. Your punishment has clearly been hard on him too. Precum was leaking from his tip before he removed the final layer of clothing between his hand and his member, moaning your name as he did. You began to squirm again as he increased his speed, his pace causing a string of moans to fall from his lips, and as he opened his eyes to look at you, your concentrated eyes watching him egged him on further.
‘You like watching me babygirl? Like seeing how I jerk off to the thought of you.’ His words coupled with the sound of his moans had you whimpering, so needy and unable to do anything about it but cry for him. ‘Come here babygirl. Get on your knees in front of me like a good slut’ he commanded and you followed with no hesitation. ‘Open up little one, and swallow it all ok’ you nodded your head, mouth wide and tongue hanging out waiting for his release.
When he came into your mouth, you followed his instructions, showing him how he filled your mouth before swallowing it all, licking you lips for any last drops. ‘Such a good cum slut ’ he praised as he helped you from your knees, tasting himself on your lips as he pulled you in for a kiss. He walked you over to the bed, pulling you under his sheets with him and holding you close, kissing your forehead gently as a way of apology. You weren’t sure when jake had become so possessive of you, and as he fell asleep beside you, you couldn’t help but wonder if you liked it. You began overthinking your relationship with jake, and as you lay cuddled into his side you began to panic.
Were you dating now? What if it didn’t work out? Could you ever go back to just friends? Were you ever really just friends to begin with? And what about heeseung? You hadn’t had chance to speak to him since you snuck out that morning. What was he going to think?
You tossed and turned all night, waking early and once again sneaking from the frat house early on a Sunday. This habit needed to end. You spent the entire day overthinking, avoiding calls and texts from jake, and the odd message from heeseung. When jake had awoken to find you already gone, he figured you must’ve had something to get up for, and when you weren’t answering his calls or texts, he figured the same- you were probably just busy. But when he strolled into class Monday to find your usual seat empty, he began to worry. Had something happened to you? You never normally missed class, and never without a message to say you were sick.
Deciding he didn’t want to worry further, and having finished classes for the day, he decided to walk over to your place. He needed to check you were ok, and find out why you’d been avoiding him. Knocking twice on your door he heard you moving around before you opened the door. You were wearing a plain T-shirt and comfy joggers, hair bundled on top of your head in a messy bun. You were adorable, and clearly not expecting company. Which he assumed was why you looked so shocked to see him.
‘Jake? What are you doing here?’ you asked, clearly flustered by his sudden appearance at your door. ‘You weren’t answering my texts or calls and you weren’t in class. I was worried.’ he explained, glad to see you were ok yet still curious as to why you had been ignoring him. ‘Yeah well I’m fine so-‘
‘Y/n- who is it?’ You were interrupted by a voice coming from the other room, and you saw as his face fell, realising who the voice belonged to. He pushed past you into the other room, seeing heeseung sat comfortably on your sofa, a little too comfortable in jakes opinion. ‘Hey jake’ he said, still unaware that jake knew of the events between you and heeseung last Saturday. ‘Wow y/n. You really are my little slut aren’t you’ his voice was teasing. ‘Jake it’s not what it looks like’ you tried to explain, but we’re cut off by jakes hand on your chin. ‘Don’t lie to me babygirl. Just be a good slut and take off your clothes for me ok’ he commanded, releasing his hand from your face to give you room to strip.
You hesitated for a split second, before deciding it was best to follow jakes orders, not wanting to piss him off more and curious to see where this was going. ‘Y/n I’ll go’ heeseung said, shocked by jakes commands and standing before jake pushed him back down. ‘You can shut the fuck up heeseung’ Jake ordered ‘sit back down and be quiet if you know what’s good for you.’ Heeseung sat quietly, shyly trying to hide the growing erection that jakes harshness was bringing.
You were now stood in front of the two boys, completely naked while jake looked you up and down like a piece of meat. He moved to stand behind you, tilting your head to the side to gain full access to the side of your neck. Leaving wide open mouth kisses along your skin, he elicited small moans from you, as you quickly grew wetter and wetter, and more needy with every second. ‘Please jake. Need more’ you begged.
‘Such a pathetic little slut. Desperate to be filled aren’t you. Begging for it.’ His voice went straight to your core, until your wetness was dripping down your thighs. ‘Heeseung, stop being so shy and take of your jeans. I think y/n needs a cock in her mouth to keep her quiet.’ Jake was completely in control, and heeseung followed his orders quickly, removing his clothes and whining as his member was finally free from the right constraints of his jeans. While he was removing his clothes, jake had moved you onto the sofa beside heeseung, on all fours. Heeseung positioned himself at your mouth, fucking into your throat once jake gave him a small nod. His pace was steady, not too fast but enough to have you gagging around him.
Jake was stood behind you, clothes removed watching you suck his friends member and seeing how desperate you were becoming. With no warning, he positioned himself at your core, pushing into you with force. The sudden movement caused you to moan around heeseung, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Not giving you time to adjust, jake started his brutal pace, the stretch deliciously painful yet full of pleasure. You could barely hold yourself up on your arms, too busy concentrating on the men fucking you like a common whore.
‘Fuck y/n so good gonna cum for you’ heeseungs moans of you name filled the room before jake stopped his torturous pace. ‘Heeseung. That’s enough’ he said.
‘Wha-what do you mean?’ heeseung was confused he was so close and jake was going to stop him? ‘I mean get your dick out of her mouth now and sit over there. And no touching yourself either’ he explained pointing to the other side of the room. ‘You really think your gonna fuck my girl and get to cum straight away. No. That’s not how this works.’ He picked up his pace once again pounding you from behind.
With your mouth empty, your moans filled the room, a string of curses mixed with jakes name, all broken up with high pitched whines as he bought you closer and closer to the edge. ‘Fuck jakey gonna cum, cum jakey please wanna-‘ ‘such a pretty cumslut, asking permission like a good whore. Cum for me babygirl’ he cut off your rambling. Once you heard the green light, you fell apart beneath him, clenching tortuously round him as he fucked you through your high. Once your moans subsided, heeseungs whines from the corner could be heard clearer, and he was desperate to cum. ‘Jake, please let me cum. I dont even need to cum in her please just let me cum’ he begged jake.
He ignored heeseungs pleas, instead opting to continue his harsh pace, chasing his high in an animalistic way. You were oversensitive and the sight of your core filled with jake was enough to push him over the edge. Hips stuttering, he filled you with his cum, painting your walls white as he came down from his high. When he pulled out, he could see the milky white substance within you as your arms collapsed beneath you, aiming your ass higher to the ceiling.
‘Heeseung. Come here’ he demanded, the other boy wasting no time in following his instruction, still desperate to cum. ‘I want you to fuck my cum into her. Not a drop can be wasted ok?’ Heeseung was quick to respond, pushing jakes seed further into you as you cried out from the overstimulation. Once again he set a steady pace, and you were so sensitive it took mere minutes before you were begging jake once again to let you cum. ‘Hear that heeseung. You’re fucking her, but it’s me she begs. She’s mine, got it.’ Heeseung nodded quickly watching as jake pulled your face up towards his own. ‘Cum.’ One word was all it took for you to fall apart once again, legs shaking as heeseung continued to thrust into you.
‘Where- where can I cum’ Heeseung knew to ask Jake, and pleased with heeseungs obedience, he replied quickly. ‘Mouth. Watch her swallow it all.’ Within seconds you’d been manhandled until you were below heeseungs member, mouth wide and tongue out, swallowing his load as he released. Once you’d swallowed it all, you took heeseungs length in your mouth. You could taste yourself, mixed with heeseung and jakes release. Jake pulled you off heeseung, lifting your mouth to his as he pulled you in for a messy kiss. ‘Good slut’ he praised.
He sat you down on the sofa next to heeseung, and came back with a clean set of clothes and a takeout menu. ‘Figured none of us would be up for cooking’ he said with a chuckle. The three of you ordered take out, snuggled on the sofa and stayed a tangled mess of limbs until you all fell asleep. A conversation needed to happen, but it could wait until morning. For now, you were blissfully happy, and didn’t want to ruin that.
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Oneshot summary: You’re left alone with Cas when Sam and Dean leaves the bunker for a case. Meanwhile you don’t only learn that Cas has hidden an injury since the last hunt, you also learn quite a few things about angels and their wings.
Pairing: Castiel x reader
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot
Word count; 4.4k
Warnings; suggestive themes, wing!kink, teasing,
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​
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ADVENT CALANDER MASTERLIST
"Hey Y/N!" You heard Dean shout your name and you raised your head from the computer.
"Yeah?" As soon as your gaze flickered from the screen. You saw the boys stand at the entrance of the library.
"We're going out for a quick salt and burn", the older Winchester informed you.
"And you didn't invite me?" You saw how Sams eyebrows raised and how he started to form an apology. And as he excused himself and his brother by arguing it 'was just a short trip', you couldn't hold yourself from chuckling and waving your hand for him to stop. "I'm just messing with you. In fact, I think it's good for your brotherhood doing cases on your own".
"I would rather have you with me. You don't snore in the car", Dean muttered as he turned around, patting Sam's chest in the movement before he started heading for the exit. The brunette didn't look after his brother. Instead, he simply rolled his eyes and tilted his head backwards.
"It was only one time", he called back.
"One time that repeats itself?" Was the hunter's response, continuing to walk out. After releasing a heavy sigh, Sam looked at you.
"Are you sure you rather want to spend time with Cas than prince charming over there?" He pointed discreetly over his shoulder, hope lacing his voice.
"Sorry, I'll take the angel duty today", you laughed while shaking your head. You saw him shrug before beginning to say something.
"You should know..."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice rang out again, to which the brunette couldn't but sigh again.
"I'm coming", he answered before waving goodbye to you. You waved back even though he didn't see the gesture when he turned around and walked out of the room.
The bunker became eerily quiet once the Winchesters left, although you didn't mind it. You sat in the library, browsing for cases that were more than salt and burns, which all of you maybe could head out on when the two of them returned. Sadly though, besides the one Sam and Dean already went on, there wasn't much hope in finding anything else. Disappointed, you therefore pushed yourself out of the seat, heading to get something to drink.
While the journey wasn't far from the library to the kitchen, it seemed you got caught in your own head as you didn't notice the angel sitting at the kitchen table. Not until you turned towards the fridge, seeing something in the peripheral, did you realise you hadn't been alone in the kitchen.
"Oh", you spun towards the dark-haired angel already looking at you. "Hi Cas, I didn't think see you there". He smiled and nodded his head in a greeting back. Although, you didn't note the strain as he did it. Instead, you turned around again, opening the fridge and reached for a water bottle.
Not until you had grasped one of them in your grasp and had closed the fridge did you face Cas once again. However, instead of joining him by the table, you decided to simply lean against the countertop.
Whilst taking a swig of the water, you met his blue eyes, though, only for a fraction of a second before he averted his gaze. And it was whilst he kept staring down onto the table you started to feel like something was not right.
"Cas?" One of your eyebrows raised as you tried, and failed, to get his attention. Something was indeed wrong.
Simultaneously as you pushed away from the countertop, you also abandoned your bottle on top of it. And, even if Cas didn't look up, he must have seen you move towards him as he shuffled to sit a bit straighter in his seat. This time you did, however, notice the strain when he moved.
There was a particular stiffness when he now sat with his back straighter than you'd ever seen. Neither did he move, not even the tiniest shift that was usual to anything alive. But these weren't the only things you started to notice.
Usually, Cas kept his clothes and himself in as pristine condition as possible. Now, his clothes seemed to have been lazily thrown somewhere and later put on again. Seeing how wrinkles littered his dress shirt as well as trenchcoat. The state of his hair wasn't better. It was ruffled as if he'd run his hand's through it one too many times.
"Is something wrong?" Upon asking this while sitting down opposite him, you caught how Cas continuously clenched and unclenched his jaw. "I know you can be this awkward around others, but it was a long time since I was one of those", you half-joked, trying to get a reaction out of him. When only your chuckle was heard, you stopped, furrowing your eyebrows at him. Even times he was stressed, he greeted you with a gentle smile, so you only assumed one thing.
"Castiel", his full name made his head shoot up and his gaze to meet yours. "Are you angry at me?"
"No", he gruffly answered.
"Even though you say so, your tone doesn't imply the same thing", you bit back a smile as confusion made his eyebrows draw together. He adverted his gaze once more, but this time it was followed by a deep breath.
"I'm not angry with you, Y/N", his voice supported what he said this time. "It...". He continued, but as soon as his gaze found yours, he stopped.
"What?" You urged him to continue.
"It just hurts". Never do you think you'd shot up from your sea as quickly as you'd done and, in seconds, stood before Cas. You wanted to turn his face side to side to find the injury he was talking about. But right before your hand settled on his cheek, you froze in your movement. 
You didn't know where he was hurt, so you could possibly just make it worse. That was why you settled on looking over him. 
"It is not that important", the angel's voice was soft and his blue eyes gentle as he stared at you while you looked him over. Although the reserved facade could've fooled many, you remarked the tick which entered his jaw when he moved his body to face you.
"It isn't nothing, Cas, I can see that much", when he began standing up, you backed away to give him room. Although conflicted about doing so, seeing the grimace twist his face upon his action. "Please, tell me".
Your angel friend relented and purely that he didn't try to convince you any further spoke volumes of the pain he must be in. "On the last hunt", he began, but you zoned out as soon as those words left him.
The last hunt all of you guys had been on, including Cas, was over a week ago. He hadn't looked to be in pain, but the thought of him being hurt for over a week...
The angel said your name, noticing how your eyes got that faraway look in the. However, you were completely unaware of how your angel friend tried gaining your attention as you continued to scan him for the injury he hadn't shown.
"Y/N!" You stilled, not upon his raised voice but when Cas caught your face between his hands, urging you to concentrate on his face only. And you did when a forced inhale sounded from him. Almost as if the effort of bringing your attention to him by moving was too much. That was why you didn't know whether or not your heart jumped a beat because of this. Or the way his gaze intensely locked with yours.
"It... it's", he began, voice wavering before he closed his eyes and continued. "It's my wings", he opened his eyes again once he said it, witnessing how your eyes grew wide while your mouth opened and closed to find anything to say.
"Oh", the meek sound of your voice made Cas smile, though it was a brief one, and let go of you. "I-I...". You fumbled over your words while taking a step back. You'd never gotten to see his wings, only a glimpse on a hunt a year ago. You won't forget it, the way the shadow of his wings unfolded behind him.
"I-If you want, I can help", while you'd tried mustering up enough courage to ask, Cas had walked, something which looked more like limping, to the entrance of the kitchen. However, you were surprised by how fast he turned around when hearing your voice. Although as soon he did, a pained expression dawned on his face. Running forwards to the angel now leaning heavily on the doorframe, you heard him question you.
"Are you sure?" You felt his gaze on you while placing his arm over your shoulders.
"Of course I am, although I would've preferred if you came and personally asked", you looked up at him, smiling when seeing his baffled expression. "Come one, better get you to your room before you collapse on me", you murmured while turning around, slowly enough for him to follow.
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Why did God make angels so heavy? Even though you knew Cas didn't lean all his weight on you, the further you walked down the bunkers too long corridors at the moment, the more he did. You almost would say it was by sheer luck you nudged open his door with your foot and got him to sit down on the edge of his bed.
"How are you doing?" You didn't know if angels could get sick, most likely not, but with how white his face went, you began doubting the fact.
"I'm fine", pursing your lips, you squatted down in front of him, hand coming to rest on his knee. It made him open his eyes and look down at you.
"What do you want me to do?" You questioned, watching how he took a few deep breaths before once more forcing himself to stand up. Even though supporting him with a hand on his front and another one on his arms. You knew you would do little to catch his fall if he couldn't keep himself upright. That was why you didn't understand why he forced himself to do stand once more.
Not until he gave you a nod to say he could fend for himself, which you doubted but listened to anyway, and instructed you what to do, did you start to piece things together.
"Firstly, close your eyes". Unsurely you nodded, lifting your hand to cover them as Cas had said, however halting when you saw what happened next. He shrugged off his trenchcoat with great effort, tossing it over the chair not far away. Afterwards, he undid the button on his suit jacket and not until he had taken that off as well did his eyes find yours.
"If you're going to get naked, I need a warning". Wide-eyed, you looked at how the angel's tie hung loosely around his neck while the dress-shirt clung to his body as the only layer shielding his skin from your view. A gentle blush covered his cheeks as he shifted the grip on the blazer, changing it from one hand to the other. The move made your eyes flicker down to it and then back to his eyes.
"It's only the top. It makes it less uncomfortable", Cas said bashfully. While nodding, his blazer and tie joined the coat. However, you couldn't pull your eyes away when his fingers expertly opened the buttons on his shirt one after one. When half of his chest was visible, he looked up again, most definitely feeling your eyes still being on him. You noticed his eyebrows raising when he caught you, a smile beginning to play on his lips. "If you don't want to hurt your eyes when I unravel my wings, I suggest you close them".
Wings. Right, just focus on the wings and nothing else. You thought to yourself as you heard but now didn't see him shuffle this time around. Then it became quiet, but it wasn't the silence that suddenly dawned that threw you of, but the light.
Despite your eyes being closed, you raised a hand to cover them when a blinding white beam burned your eyelids. It suddenly felt like the room became warmer, though not an uncomfortable heat. Nevertheless, before you could distinguish what the added temperatures actually felt like, they were gone. Even the light faded. Still, you didn't dare open your eyes, not knowing whether you should if your angel friend hadn't said anything.
But no second light show seemed to take place, concerning the go-ahead you waited for came not soon after.
"You can open them now", you trusted Cas's soft voice and carefully opened your eyes. One last time you repeated the 'don't look at anything but his wings' mantra. But it wasn't hard to accomplish once you saw them.
A gasp escaped you when your eyes settled upon them, almost greedily observing them in. You don't know if you were surprised by their colour or not, but seeing how your first thought when imagining angel wings were 'white', most probably from how books portrayed them, you were surprised when seeing they were black. However, it wasn't an unpleasant surprise. Seeing how they shone in all different kinds of colours, almost as if someone had dipped them in oil and depending on where the light hit, a different hue rippled over them.
"Cas...". Astonishment made you unable to finish the sentence, as you kept watching how his wings moved with every shift he did. It wasn't until you noticed how they began folding behind his back, you met his gaze. "Please don't, they're breathtaking", when you said it, he stopped the movement.
Unsure if he would back away, you tried taking a step closer to test the waters. But once you noticed he didn't distance himself from you, you slowly walked up to him.
Up close, his wings nearly towered over you. Even so, you didn't feel intimidated, only in awe.
"Can I touch them?" It sounded like a plea, but witnessing the marvellous things his wings was you couldn't muster your voice any higher.
"Yes", you didn't need any further affirmation, as you believed he would have said something more if so was the case.
As you reached out, your eyebrows raised the moment your fingers brushed his wings. They were soft, much softer than you would've thought. Still, they weren't delicate. You could feel the giant cord of muscle tensing beneath the feathers and down. And upon feeling how his wings trembled somewhat as he held them up, you remembered you weren't here to simply view his wings.
Quelling your urge to delve your hand farther into the feathers, you retracted your hands, even took a step back to not give in to the temptation.
"Why do they hurt?" Albeit seeing the struggle, now not only in his body but wings as well, you couldn't spot anything that seemed out of order when looking at them. Hence the question.
"After the last hunt, they got damaged, but I was only able to tend to the inside", you nodded, eyes flickering to the joint where his appendages bent and which made them tilt slightly forwards, almost as if you would see the backside. As you did this, you didn't notice how Cas studied you. "You don't need to do this".
Your gaze fell to meet his, noticing the worry swimming in them. "Neither can I watch you be in pain, so tell me what I should do?" A relieved look spread on his face and you held his gaze while he backed towards his bed. Not until he climbed up and sat with his back to you did he advert it. But even if your eye contact had been broken. You saw the pain in his face as he unfolded his wings.
"You need to correct the stray ones while everything that looks abnormal needs to be discarded", upon his voice, you moved to stand directly behind him. That was when you understood why he was in so much pain. His wings touched both sides of the room and in-between the span, you saw crooked feathers, even broken ones.
Albeit your hands raised to correct one, you hesitated. "Cas, I'm afraid to hurt you", at his chuckle, your eyes flittered to the back of his head.
"You won't", and that was what made you begin.
But even if you started to fiddle with the feathers, you were unsure what you really were doing. Although when you found a large crooked one and corrected it, you heard a sigh escape the angel. You perked up at the sound, knowing that you'd done something right.
To not lose yourself and simply stand there and touch his wings without offering him the help you had, you moved to the edge of his left side wing. You found that if you almost petted the outermost layer of his wings, you could find those awry ones not visible to the eye. There weren't many, however, so swiftly you moved downwards.
"The big ones are called primaries", Cas's voice startled you while you'd bent down to correct one of those big feathers. However, as you realised he wanted to explain the anatomy of his wings, you couldn't help but smile.
And that was how it started. While you worked your way closer to the roots, he described every part you were working with. Alulas, primary coverts, primaries, marginal coverts, secondary coverts, secondaries.
You'd decided to come back to the area at his shoulder blades later, as they neither needed as much maintenance nor would take as much time, so now you worked with his right wing.
Seeing how he already had told you what the feathers were named. This time around, Cas sat in silence, seemingly enjoying your touch by how his wings not simply hung in the air but started to push against your hands.
Thanks to the silence, you now also heard the nearly unnoticeable sounds Cas made when you carded your fingers through his wings. You enjoyed not only hearing his pained grunts disappear but also that the otherwise reserved angel relaxed enough for those relieved noises to escape him.
Knowing what you looked for this time, the process went faster. Swiftly you once again stood behind Cas's back. You watched the smaller feathers, which slowly turned to down, feeling a smile creep on your lips. Looking more fragile, you petted them instead of combing through them. But as soon as your hand touched them, Cas took a sharp intake of breath.
"Tertiaries", he breathed out slowly and you couldn't but swallow hard at his voice. It had become... lower, but you simply presumed it was because he was more relaxed and in less pain.
Continuing to move them gently, you couldn't stop your fingers from roaming from the small feathers to the down closest to where they connected to his shoulder blades. Savouring the soft sensation under your fingers, you gave away to the urge you earlier had, sinking your fingers into the feathers. Though the action made a whimper escape Cas, something you raised an eyebrow to.
"Scapulars", his voice sounded even more strained now and he squirmed in his seat as you continued. However, it was not of the uncomfortable sort, at least not when comparing it to his earlier writhing in pain.
You hadn't noticed how your eyes trailed from watching your hand embedded in his wing to his muscular shoulders and back. Although you soon would. Concerning you hadn't paid attention to what you were doing.
By accident, you'd angled your fingers downwards, so it was more your nails that scraped along the base of his wings rather than the pad of your fingers. Before you registered what sound had left Cas, you thought you'd hurt him. Thus, your hands left him. However, when you replayed his reaction in your mind, you realised that injuring him had been the thing the furthest away from what you'd done to him. Thus it hadn't been a yelp or anything like that which had left him. The angel had moaned.
You felt your body heat up at the realisation, only then noticing that his wings also seemed as if they'd become warmer. Not only that, they did something you hadn't witnessed until now. They ruffled, almost as if to make them seem bigger while they thrust themselves against your palms hanging in the air.
You swallowed, feeling how that heat in your body didn't ease up. The number of times that Cas unknowingly had made your body feel like it was on fire were almost embarrassingly many to name. You'd never acted at the feeling which had grown into something more than just being attracted to him. However, you felt that now when Cas hadn't said anything about what had happened, or he currently was doing, it was now or never situation.
Fuck it, you thought. It wasn't as if you could interpret this all wrong and possibly made things awkward with your angel friend. Your confidence faltered for a second upon debating if it was worth it or not. But, it seemed your body had already decided for you, concerning how your hands embedded themselves even further into his wings.
Starting to trail a similar pattern on each side, you slowly worked your way through his wings and down towards their base. You felt your lips quirk upwards when noticing goosebumps spread on his skin.
Seeing him react like this, arching into your touch, goosebumps covering him as shivers seemingly straightened his spine, all while soft sighs left constantly, you couldn't stop yourself when you leaned forwards.
"Feeling better, Castiel?" You were almost thankful your concentrated on how breathy your voice had sounded and not on what your next, rather daring move would be.
Thankfully, Cas played right into your hand as he, directly before he answered, took a deep breath.
"Yes!" The very same second the first lullaby had formed on his lips, you'd slipped your fingers deeper and let your nails scratch against the skin on the base of his wings. His answer became a prolonged moan, the sound going straight throughout your whole body like a shiver. By now, you didn't know who was more affected, you or him, as short breaths puffed from him while you held your breath.
He sat still for a moment, but when he began turning around, you took a step back, suddenly very unsure of the situation you created. Although the sight that met you was something causing you to bite your lip.
Sweat lingered on his forehead, making it shiny, his lips red from chewing on them and his pupils were blown wide. Deep breaths seemed to be the only thing controlling him as he stared at you.
"Y/N...". Your name coming from his lip like a prayer made your lips part but with no intention of saying anything. "Please", Cas sounded desperate, so when he extended his hand for you to take, you couldn't resist.
He tugged you closer, prompting you to stand in between his legs. You swallowed upon having the angel stare up at you as he did, though your sensations didn't stop there. When he let go of your hand and placed both of his hands on either side of your hip. A shiver travelled down your spine from feeling the near scorching temperature.
"I need you to know", his gravelly voice made the hair on your arms stand. "This is something significant for angels...". He turned his head away and even at this moment, you noticed a blush spreading over his cheeks once again. You were unable to not tilt your head as a smile spread on your lips.
Thus, you hooked a finger under his chin, moving it, so he looked up at you once more. "I'm listening", Cas blinked one time before continuing.
"We usually don't let someone touch our wings, u-unless we want to take them as mates". You'd never heard him like this before, voice so shaky and breaths so deep.
It went up for you why he'd reacted as he did earlier. Why he'd been so surprised when you asked to help, his stunned expression when you mentioned you would've liked him to ask you in the first place and all the times he made sure this was ok. By the gods, you had practically asked an angel of the lord to be your mate without even knowing it.
"I understand if you regret it now...". Cas trailed off, but you couldn't but cradled the hair on the base of his neck, twirling a few strands as you answered him.
"I don't regret anything", you started to ghost your fingers down his neck, your goal set as you kept gazing at him. "Otherwise, I wouldn't do this". You silently thanked him for curling his wings closer, seeing how you now could let letting your hands move to their centre, feathers parting as they dragged your fingers down. A long and low groan resonated from his chest as he closed his eyes and let his head fall forwards, pressing it against your stomach. As the sounds faded together with your movements, you heard him choking out incoherent syllables of Enochian.
You believed your legs finally gave out when the angel looked up at you, but before you could fall to the floor, Cas pulled you close to him. Though it didn't stop there. Instead of now looking down at the angel, you looked up at him whilst feeling a softness under you.
Somehow he'd placed you further up on the bed while changing positions.
Laying under the angel, who held himself slightly above you, you for the first time didn't only admire his wings, but him as well. Your eyes dragged down his chest, closely followed by your hand. A groan left him, a sound you desired to hear again. So you let your nails mark his skin the further you went.
From one second to another, whatever restrains Cas had on himself disappeared as he rolled his hips against you. It elicited a gasp from you upon feeling the not so hidden bulge. For the first time, you saw a cocky smile spread on his lips as he leaned closer, curling his wings around you.
You couldn't but close your eyes at the sensation, his feathers feeling like silk caressing your bare arms. It made you squirm around, whimpers escaping until his hand found your cheek and made you still.
"It's time I repay the favour".
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Begin Again - Bonus Chapter *Smut*
Bonus - Chapter 11
you can read it on AO3!
Thank you to my friend who is an angel and I don't deserve them @akitokihojoo for beta reading and killing all of my semicolon warriors. I love you.
I know it took me 800 years to write this one but it was so hard because of burnout. I'm excited for you all to read it though!
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Bonus Chapter NSFW - Rated Explicit. this chapter contains work that is for mature audiences. this is the only chapter in this series that is rated Explicit.
if you’re uncomfortable with nsfw, please head these warnings. thank you!
warnings: oral sex, penis-in-vagina sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, kissing, begging, female worship, dirty talk, vaginal sex, consensual sex, lemon, smut, face sitting, vaginal sex, porn with feelings, explicit language.
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The warm summer heat was both inviting and awful; it was wonderful to warm the skin but the sweat that came with it sure wasn’t. It was so hot outside that Kagome couldn’t help but wonder if Inuyasha was doing alright while he checked on his truck. Today it was Saturday, and luckily they both had a long weekend to indulge in and do absolutely nothing. Well, almost nothing since Inuyasha’s car needed its routine check-up and he didn’t trust anyone but himself to do the job.
Kagome had tried her best to convince him to take the truck elsewhere. He works so hard, he should be enjoying these four days off to lay around the house. Their adult responsibilities can wait until Tuesday.
However, he wasn’t having it and told her it wouldn’t take him too long. But, that was two hours ago, and she was getting so antsy she would peek outside her door and stare at him from the balcony in the hopes that he hadn’t passed out from the heat.
“Inuyasha, do you want any water?” She called from the second floor, leaning slightly over the railing with the help of her tiptoes.
“M’fine babe!” Inuyasha’s gruff voice followed, “I’m almost done!”
Kagome huffed, “You said that two hours ago!”
Honestly, how much longer can he take? If the car is fine, and he says there isn’t anything wrong with it, what on earth is taking him two hours to do?
“I got carried away and checked everythin’ else!” He answered as if reading her mind, “I’m almost done, pinky swear.”
Kagome smiled, the little pinky swear saying he developed after their few months of dating never failing to warm her chest. “Are you hungry?” She couldn’t help but ask.
“I’ll eat later, babe! Not hungry yet!” A loud clanking sound echoed from beneath her, followed by a curse from his low voice.
“Okay, I’ll be inside!” She finished, waiting a moment to actually move before finally believing him and heading back into her apartment.
Sweat was beading on her forehead from standing outside for such a short time, and the cool air from the air conditioning had suddenly made the drops cold. Wiping it away with her arm, she sighed tiredly, “Buyo, it’s so hot outside. I need a shower.”
Buyo called back to her with a meow, lying languidly on the sofa with a flicking tail, content with his pampered life in her home.
“I love the support,” Kagome grinned, “I’ll be back!”
She briskly walked to her room, a beaming smile on her face as she opened her underwear drawer for a fresh set; the one she had on felt dirty, and the sweat on her skin did not help the matter. Dainty hands poked through her panties and bras, organized in a manner that made it easy for her to grab and go. She wanted to wear something comfortable and breathable, something to fight back the blistering heat outside.
However, lacy red hit her peripherals in the corner of the drawer, bold and tantalizing. Once the color was spotted there was no looking back. Before she could stop her hand, it moved to pick up the crimson bralette; the same one that she had shown Inuyasha when he had complained about her package being left out for four days.
She remembered how he couldn’t take his eyes off of it, how flustered he was, and how he couldn’t look her in the eye. It had been funny at the time but now when she thinks back to it, she feels butterflies in her stomach and a rush of goosebumps on her skin. There was a sudden urge to wear it, show him how she looked in it, and revel in the way he would gaze at her with it on.
Kagome hugged the bra towards her chest and heaved a sigh; should she do it? They have been dating now for three months and they have been getting a bit handsy. Tentative, shy kisses have turned into explorative hands and mouths; their need for each other has been escalating higher. Every single time they shared a kiss, Inuyasha’s hands would carefully touch her over her clothes, squeezing and caressing places he had never touched before. His touches would become more explorative every time, eventually allowing for his hand to touch her skin, giving her goosebumps and making her shiver.
She knew she wanted to do this, but was he ready? He was always so eager to touch her whenever given the chance, pressing his lips against skin that was exposed to him, leaving her loved and wanted by the only man she wanted back. The thought of them being intimate made her so nervous that her face heated up in a blush. She wanted to be good enough, leave him breathless, satisfy him.
As much as she hated it, words from her. Evened her. Even when she did her best to push them, away and lock them up, sometimes they leaked out and returned.
Kagome raised the bra back up and stared at it, the ruby lace almost mocking her while she bit her lip. In reality, she knew Inuyasha would be gentle with her, guide her, and reassure her that she was doing everything right. He would never make her feel bad if she messed up, or embarrass her if anything went wrong; the three months of dating have proven this. If she continued to let these thoughts linger, taint her, and continue to mess her up she would never blossom into who she was supposed to be.
What’s past is in the past. She’s happier now, and she continues to grow every day. No one was holding her back except for herself, and unless she broke the barrier and continued to move forward, she would never grow.
“He’ll love it,” she told herself with a shaky voice as she grabbed the matching pair of lacy panties. The color was bright and inviting against her skin, while also sinful and demanding. Red is Inuyasha’s favorite color, and he absolutely loves the way it looks on her. However, this lingerie was uncharted territory, and the knowledge of this made her skin tingle.
Before she could change her mind, she ran to her bathroom with the little garments and turned on the shower, the heat radiating from the steam still not warm enough to settle the goosebumps on her body. She cleaned herself with her strawberry bath wash and exfoliated with her vanilla scrub; all a nervous attempt to make her skin as soft as possible. She had even forgotten to start playing music before getting into the shower, her regular concerts a foreign afterthought at this moment.
With her heart beating against her chest so loud that it drummed in her ears, she failed to hear the front door open and shut while an exhausted half demon wandered into her home.
“Kagome?” Inuyasha’s voice appeared from the other side of the door.
With a yelp, she dropped her bottle of shampoo and scrambled to pick it up, “Y-yes?”
“Are you okay?” He asked again, frantically moving to open the bathroom door, “Did ya fall?!”
“N-no! I’m okay, I promise!” She panicked, hugging the bottle tight to her chest. “You startled me is all! I didn’t know you were finished.”
The hot water hitting her back didn’t do anything to relax her tense shoulders, and neither did the sound of it hitting the tile on the shower floor.
“I kept my promise about finishin’ early,” Inuyasha chuckled. “Are you almost done?”
Kagome nodded frantically, immediately feeling like an idiot because there was no way he could see her through the door. “Almost! How come?”
Inuyasha blushed, thankful that she couldn’t see how disheveled he looked, “I was hoping I could shower?”
He was aware he lived next door, and he could take a shower right now in his apartment, but he didn’t want to. It felt weird. His girlfriend was here, and he spent 95% of his time in her apartment anyway. Using her shower has become normal for him, and he likes the way her soap leaves his skin soft.
He can’t deny it. He’s got it bad for her.
Kagome bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, “Of course! I’ll be out soon!”
Even though her body was screaming at her to slow down, buy some time and stall, she was way too nervous to do it. There was no music playing, and she was acutely aware of her hanyou boyfriend waiting for his turn outside the door. He probably wanted a shower really badly, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting for long.
With shaky hands, she shut the water off, the cold air in the bathroom hitting her skin like a slap to the face. Careful not to trip over her own two feet and ruin everything by going to the hospital, she towel-dried her body and hair and got dressed in the red bralette and panty set. She was careful not to expose the straps by letting them dangle near her armpits, the wet towel wrapped around her body helping her hide them from his view.
‘Okay, you can do it.’
She blew out a puff of air, watching as the steam in the room moved around before opening the door. Her eyes immediately landed on the tall figure that stood awkwardly in her bedroom.
“I-I didn’t wanna sit on your bed when I’m full of oil,” Inuyasha said sheepishly. “I know you’d kill me if I did.”
Kagome laughed, thankful that he could help ease her anxiety even when he had no idea she was feeling that way. “Killing you would be excessive, but maybe I would pull on your ears as punishment.”
“That wouldn’t be a punishment,” Inuyasha flushed, noticing how she was dressed in nothing but her towel.
“W-well then, I’ll have to think of something else,” she stuttered, her cheeks a shade of dark pink.
Despite his flustered reaction, he was smirking at her, and he loved the way it was making her jump. “I won’t take too long. After that, we can order somethin’ to eat?”
Kagome knew they most certainly would not be eating when he came back from his shower, but she nodded in response with a smile on her face. “Sounds like a plan!”
Inuyasha grinned before leaning in and kissing her forehead, his ears twitching at the tiny gasp he heard escape her lips. She smelled so good, so unbelievably sweet, so Kagome, and he wished he didn’t have to separate from her. He wanted to kiss her, touch her skin, leave little marks on her neck and drown himself in the song of her moans and gasps. Right now though, he smelled like car oil and sweat, and he didn’t want to ruin her when she was already so clean.
He pulled back and let his gaze linger on her body, her towel leaving little to the imagination. Before he could pitch a tent, he turned around and entered the bathroom, trying his best not to think about his naked girlfriend in the room. That idea failed every time, knowing that Kagome was the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
Inuyasha was desperate to show her how much he loved her, her body, and her mind. He did his best to show her his affections every day and was aware that she knew how much he adored her. In their three months together, there has never been a moment where he doesn’t express his feelings for her, and yet he wants more. He’s addicted to her, he could drown in the taste of her lips and would refuse rescue if it meant he’d stay there forever.
But he wanted more.
They’ve talked about sex before, what they like and what they don’t, things they’re willing to try, and others that they will never, ever do. It was a normal conversation to make sure their boundaries are set and verbal communication was made. He knew how nervous she could be, and even if didn’t voice it, he’s aware that she’s nervous about having sex. Inuyasha remembers vividly when her ex told him how he thought about her in bed, and he also remembers how fucked up his face was after Inuyasha punched the shit out of him.
He had no right to talk about her that way, especially after removing himself from her life for so long, and especially after everything he did to her. Inuyasha understood why Kagome was so nervous to get intimate, and that’s why he never pushed her. Asking her before he made his next move, making sure she was alright whenever he touched her, paying attention to her reactions, these were all part of her pleasure. Nothing else mattered except for her and how she felt, whatever responses he had could wait. A cold shower or a quick trip to the bathroom did the trick, and it didn’t make his girlfriend uncomfortable or feel guilty. And, that’s what was important to him.
As he stepped into the shower, he let the hot water hit his muscles, allowing him to relax after two hours of hard work. The heat of the water and the sweet smell of strawberries filled the bathroom as he bathed.
Kagome was battling against her nerves as she moisturized her skin, excitement, and anxiety both creeping into her system and taking over. She did want this, she wanted this so badly, but she hated how jumpy she was.
“I need to relax,” Kagome breathed. “Being tense will only make things worse!” Quickly she put on her silk robe and blow-dried her hair, the warm air kissing her cold shoulders and heating up her body. As she fixed her hair, she focused on relaxing her breathing, successfully dropping her heart rate back to a normal speed.
When she heard the water shut off, Kagome scrambled to her bed and sat down, fidgeting with the hem of the robe to keep herself occupied. Once the door clicked open it was like all the air left her lungs with her current view of Inuyasha walking out in nothing but a towel. He was wet, he looked like a god, and suddenly it was like Kagome’s nerves were long forgotten as a crushing desire filled her chest instead.
“Kagome? What’s wrong?” Inuyasha asked her, cheeks pink from confusion.
She stood up from the bed and walked towards him, the sway of her hips becoming a huge distraction in her short, silk robe. “Nothing’s wrong,” she mused, small hands gliding up his toned arms until they reached his chest.
“T-then why do you look so flushed?” The half-demon stuttered, suddenly feeling warm and fidgety.
Kagome’s fingers traced his chest, the coolness of his skin the opposite temperature of her entire body, “Can I kiss you?”
His mouth went dry, immediately nodding so fast he knew he looked like an idiot. “You don’t have to ask me,” he answered her. His hands wrapped around the small of her waist to pull her closer to his body.
Their lips touched, and it was gentle at first, shy and hesitant. Slow, languid movements turned hungrier, and Inuyasha wanted to bring her in closer with every little sound she made. He was getting lost in the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body, and the way she fit so perfectly in his arms. Her hands had wrapped around his neck, slowly sliding up from his chest as slender fingers played with the hair at his nape.
Clawed hands began to explore her body as he kissed her, the silky fabric allowing for a smoother glide as his hands moved down to her ass and squeezed. A moan ripped out of her, causing them to separate as Kagome battled to breathe.
“Ya like that, don’tcha?” Inuyasha grinned, his mouth immediately on her neck as he sucked and licked her skin, growling in approval at the sound of her breath hitching.
“P-please keep touching me,” Kagome gasped. “Touch me everywhere.”
Inuyasha squeezed her ass again, the action making her robe slide up and bunch in his fists, her soft skin suddenly making contact with his fingers.
“What do we have here?” He questioned with a teasing tone, pulling her closer to his chest as he lifted the bottom of the robe higher. He groaned, dick getting harder as he uncovered her ass, the little red thong peeking out at him like a gift.
“God,” he breathed against her shoulder, “Is this for me?” He caressed the soft skin that was being held captive by the lacy thong, slow and gentle, and thought about how soft she was there, and just how smooth the rest of her body could feel against his hands.
Small palms squeezed his shoulders as she nodded into his neck, “Y-yes, it is.”
Hearing the shakiness in her tone, he let go of her bottom and pushed her back to get a good look at her face. “Are you sure about this? You sound nervous, baby.”
Kagome smiled at him. She looked so beautiful, yet so anxious, and he couldn’t stop himself from cupping her face between his palms. “Talk to me Kagome, you know how important it is for us to talk things through before we do them.”
She sighed as she moved her hands to rest above his, “I want to do this with you. I want more, I want to show you how much I love you, and I-I want to experience this with you and only you.”
Inuyasha smiled down at her as he smoothed his thumb over her cheek, “Can you tell me why you’re nervous? Is it regular nerves? Or somethin’ else? I don’t want to go into this without knowing what you’re thinkin’.”
Her eyes closed, knowing that it was now or never, especially if she wanted to continue kissing his lips and feeling his body against hers. “It’s a mixture of both,” she admitted. “It’s our first time. I want to make you feel good, I want to be good, a-and I think that’s why I’m so -” Kagome paused, “anxious.”
The half-demon had to remind himself that he couldn’t leave his girlfriend to go track down her ex and kill him on the spot. No, this isn’t about him. This is about her and her comfort. Whatever he wanted to do to that idiot he could think about later. Right now, he needed to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about.
“Baby, it’s okay to feel this way. You’re not under any obligation to do this with me. We can wait until you're ready, and I will never rush ya.” He steadied himself, catching his breath to continue.
“If you’re worried about makin’ me feel good, you don’t have to be. I’m putty in your hands, all you have’ta do is look at me and I’m yours.” His voice was thick with confidence, and there was no hesitation in his expression.
“W-will you tell me if I do something wrong? Or, if you don’t like what I’m doing?” Her voice was so small, it reminded him of when he found her in a shouting match with her ex, and he wanted to obliterate it fast.
“You communicate with me, and I communicate with you. I want to make ya feel good, too,” he kissed her lips softly, and it ended as quickly as it came. “Just as badly as you want to make me feel good.”
Kagome smiled at him again, beaming bright like the sun, and nodded. “T-then, if you want to, can we continue?”
The half-demon let go of her face, hands instead wrapping around her middle to pull her into him. He bent down to her lips, his breath fanning against her mouth, so close she could easily take him in. “As if I’d say no to ya.”
His mouth was on hers in an instant, intense and passionate, as if she’d disappear if he let her go. She kissed him back with just as much fervor, blunt nails digging into his skin as a way to hold onto him. Inuyasha’s hands began to explore again, feeling every dip and curve of her beautiful body from above her robe. Poking his tongue onto her bottom lip, he successfully nudged her mouth to open up to him, tasting her fully. Everything about her was addicting, her taste and smell, the curves of her body, and fuck-
Kagome moaned into his mouth as two hands lifted her robe to squeeze her ass again. The softness of her skin was incredible, her plump bottom fitting perfectly in his hands yet still too much for him to fully hold. Never breaking contact with her lips, his hands glided across her hips until he reached her inner thighs, slowly moving upwards to slide a knuckle against her clothed pussy.
She gasped, lips parting wider in reaction and the half-demon took this as an opportunity to bite her bottom lip and suck. While he continued to slide his knuckle against her covered slit, his mouth devoured her whimpers; he was famished and she was delicious. A meal he wasn’t anticipating trying today, but after having a taste, he wanted more. One kiss wasn’t enough.
Growing more heated, Inuyasha backed Kagome up to reach the bed. The back of her knees gently touched the mattress, and before she could register what was going on, she fell away from him. Her chest heaved rapidly, oxygen fighting to stay within her lungs as she stared up at Inuyasha with pink, swollen lips. His mouth looked just the same, completely kissable and ready for more. His towel was still wrapped around his waist, and as shy as she felt to do it, she wanted to take it off of him and see him in all of his glory.
Inuyasha had other plans, though.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, his demand for Kagome to strip down and remove the thin barrier between them, but he was just too damn impatient and he’d rather do it on his own. She looked incredible, kissed lips and wavy hair laid out delicately against the bed. He didn’t want her to disrobe herself, she deserved to lay there like a goddess while he did it for her.
He untied the knot around her waist and opened the robe as if she were a gift, allowing for the sides to slide around her waist as he exposed her body to his hungry eyes. Crimson met gold, and he sputtered in awe.
“Is this…?” Inuyasha choked out, mesmerized by the way the color glowed against her skin.
Kagome blushed, immediately hiding her face with her hands from the embarrassment. “It’s the set you saw when you brought me my package that one time, with all of my clothes.”
Inuyasha swallowed, completely in awe of her body; the way her breasts spilled out from the confines of the bralette and how her hips looked decorated with the thin, red straps of the thong. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“T-thank you,” she stuttered as she continued to hide from him.
Inuyasha gently grabbed her wrists, slowly prying them away from her face to look into her big, brown eyes. “So beautiful that I need to keep lookin’ at ya, and that includes here too.”
“Sorry,” she whispered, her heated flush now spreading across her neck and chest. The apology was quickly swallowed by him as he kissed her again, sensual and passionate, with a fire that was growing hotter by the second.
Inuyasha’s cock was growing harder from the way she tasted, her hands on his sides, and the sounds she responded to him with. Carefully, he rested a palm on her bare stomach, the muscles contracting under his touch in reaction, and slowly slid higher. A digit prodded under the hem of the bralette, teasing them both when it came to touching her chest. His nails gently scratched her skin gently with a feather-light touch, sending goosebumps traveling down her body.
Kagome pulled away, giggling and squirming under his hold, “That tickles, Yash.”
Inuyasha stared at her kiss-swollen lips before gazing down at her tits, “Yeah?” he smirked. The same clawed finger slowly glided over the top of the bralette, soft, supple skin curving out as if to tease him. He took note of her ragged breathing with every move of his fingers, smirking every time she jumped as his nail slid closer to her nipple.
“Oh, that’s good.” She huffed, pushing her chest out closer to him, not conscious of her action.
The half-demon growled approvingly before diving back into the crook of her neck to suckle, intent on marking her skin. His nail grazed over her nipple, pert and hard, and he nipped at her neck when she cried out. He circled her other nipple with his nail, cock hardening further with every new gasp she let out, before rubbing over it with his thumb.
A loud whimper came from her as her back arched, the action causing her bra to slip lower and expose the skin Inuyasha played with. He groaned at the sight before sliding his finger through the fabric to push it away, freeing her breasts from their confinement. They bounced against his hands, soft and full, and his mouth watered.
“You’re perfect,” he told her as he gazed into her eyes, taking in her flushed face.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses on her neck and chest, leaving a trail for him to follow back up when he was done. Slender fingers slid into his long, silver hair as he reached her breasts, choosing to kiss and bite the skin that surrounded the hardened peaks for his own pleasure. He wanted to milk this as much as he could, to make sure Kagome was comfortable, wet, and worshiped thoroughly.
Her skin was on fire, the temperature rising with every second, threatening to overheat if he went too far. Kagome wanted that fire, she wanted to be burned - to char away into nothing only to be reborn again. Blossom into a new version of herself that was loved, cherished and desired by the man she loved so much.
“Inuyasha, please!” Kagome begged, shoving her breasts into his face to make him touch her.
“So needy,” he cooed with a smirk, tongue darting out to lick her nipple. His ears flicked at the sound of her whimper, deciding to nip it lightly with his teeth before going in for a long suck.
“Inuyasha,“ she moaned, her free hand immediately clinging onto his shoulder as he continued to suck. Her nipples were always very sensitive, but she had no idea that Inuyasha could leave her so breathless and eager for more; the way his tongue flicked and his lips wrapped around them could make her cum on the spot.
The noises she was making were such a turn-on, and the way her head fell back to expose her neck full of little red bruises had him in a frenzy. While his mouth worked on one nipple, the fingers of his free hand rolled the other, pulling and squeezing it enough to make her moans grow louder. She was so fucking responsive to his ministrations, he could play with her chest forever while watching her squirm and listening to her whine pitifully.
He switched places and focused on licking her other nipple, making sure they were both red and worshiped the way they deserved to be. Inuyasha could feel her hips lifting and grinding against him, chuckling at the view of his girlfriend losing herself, doing everything she could to feel some sort of friction in the spot she wanted it most, practically begging him to move lower.
“You’re so good“, he praised her huskily before diving back into her tits, kissing and sucking them more and more, unable to get enough. He withdrew from her nipple with a loud pop before making his way up to kiss her lips once again. “So, so fucking good.”
She whimpered into the kiss, her hands pulling on his hair before sliding over to his ears to gently rub them. Kagome felt Inuyasha growl, his chest vibrating against hers and making her pussy throb from the sensation.
Inuyasha’s hands moved to her breasts to cup them, massaging them while he rolled pert nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers. That move made Kagome gasp, withdrawing from their heated kiss as she focused on how he was making her feel.
“Inuyasha, I can't-“ she panted, hips grinding against his again, “I need you to touch me, please touch me?”
He groaned into her neck, biting the soft skin there just to hear her cry out, trying to remain alert about her comfort.
Kagome cupped his face and drew him in for a kiss, sloppy and wet, before slipping down to kiss his jaw. “I’ve never felt this wet in my life, Inu. ”
Inuyasha moved so quickly she couldn’t quite register the speed, instead gasping in reaction to him kissing her stomach and licking her hips, worshiping every single spot on his way down. He opened his eyes, fierce gold colliding with honey brown; he looked like a predator and she was his prey, undoubtedly preparing himself for his next meal as he slithered lower and lower until he was at the edge of the bed.
Kagome couldn’t look away from his molten gaze, his eyes seemed brighter; like fire, glowing bright and filled with lust so strong, and it was all for her. No man has ever looked at her like this, and for the first time in a long time Kagome felt like she was going to be devoured; eaten alive by her muse, the man she was addicted to and couldn’t get enough of, and she was going to enjoy it.
Large, clawed hands slid up her smooth, thick thighs. The flesh underneath his palms was so warm and welcoming, so delicious and supple. He wanted to take a bite. Giving in to his urges he left more marks on her skin, paying close attention to the inner thigh where her skin was the softest. Every shudder of breath and every groan had his cock begging to be released, the restriction his boxers were giving him now feeling painful and torturous.
He ignored it, instead opting to pry her legs apart and stare hungrily at the wet spot on her panties. There wasn’t a dry patch in sight, her slick drenching the material to drown in her scent
“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he stated, voice strained with need.
Teasing the both of them, he kissed down the sides of her legs, inadvertently ignoring her dripping core, juices beginning to leak down her skin and onto the sheets. Kagome was throbbing, pussy begging to be touched, aching tenderly every time it was neglected.
Before she could stop herself, she lifted her hips and rolled them into his face, blushing so red from the motion that she looked away from him, startled by her own body. “I didn’t m-mean-!”
Inuyasha kissed her clothed pussy, the touch of his lips on her cunt making her breath hitch as her hips rolled again. “Don’t finish that sentence,” he ordered her as he dragged a flat tongue over her underwear, wetting it even more. “It was hot as fuck.”
The friction she felt was incredible, having the doused fabric rub against her folds as he licked over them. If it felt this good now, she could only imagine how intense things were going to get when Inuyasha delved further.
He slid his knuckle over her covered slit, grinning when her breath hitched again, her legs opening wider in result. “I’m making ya cum with my mouth first,” he said as he freed his cock from his boxers, the hard appendage springing free from its constraints. “More than once.”
His fingers latched onto the straps of her thong, pulling down her thighs so quickly that Kagome’s legs reactively slapped closed, thighs bouncing from the force. The red lace slid over her knees, down her legs, and was thrown behind Inuyasha’s back, his hands immediately grabbing at her thighs to spread open.
“Oh my god,” he moaned as he came face-to-face with her sopping pussy. Glistening against the light, ready and waiting for him to devour, to taste her essence.
“Yash? What is it?” Kagome asked, her voice shaky and breathless.
“You’re perfect.” He kissed down her left leg, sloppy and quick, her musky scent engulfing his mind and sending him into overload. “Everythin’ about you is so fuckin’ perfect.”
Inuyasha bent down and flattened his tongue against her folds, licking from bottom to top in one slow, hot lick.
“Oh, yes!” She gasped, her body immediately jolting upwards to watch him as she supported her own weight with her elbows.
Brown eyes blown wide, Kagome watched helplessly as her boyfriend steadily tasted her core, coating her folds in his saliva. Her body flexed, stomach constricting, biting her lip as her head dropped back. His mouth was wonderful, she never knew just how good this could feel.
When his tongue touched her clit, the whimper she made was music to his ears.
“Please, keep going!” She cried, hips unconsciously grinding against his tongue, “It’s good, so good, don’t stop!”
Inuyasha growled against her pussy, the vibrations sending another surge of tingles into her abdomen, and all Kagome could do was fall backward onto the mattress and grip the sheets. Her moans were loud and so fucking mesmerizing, he needed to keep hearing those sounds like his life depended on it.
Tongue flicking quickly against her clit, he watched her in awe, tits bouncing with every squirm and twitch her body made. She was a goddess, untouchable, a woman who deserved nothing but the best; to be revered, loved, and taken care of.
The bastard before him had done it all wrong. He was unworthy of her time, her affection, and her soul. Inuyasha vowed to make sure Kagome knew what being loved and desired meant. In every single way possible.
“Inuyasha- please! Oh, I’m going-, ah!” The coil in her stomach ripped apart, blistering hot heat flowing through her body as she shook and gasped against his mouth. Her eyes were scrunched tight, mouth hanging wide open as she held onto the bed like some sort of anchor.
Inuyasha swallowed her orgasm, thumbs pressed against her thighs to keep her from moving too far as she writhed against him. He never stopped eating, even as she was trying to catch her breath and settle down from her high.
The feeling became overwhelming, “P-please, Inuyasha, I-I need to catch my breath!“
He tore his mouth away from her cunt, and Kagome wondered how she’ll taste on his lips once she gets to kiss him.
Inuyasha bit off two claws, making sure they were dull enough not to hurt her before lightly massaging her folds in a feather-like touch. His fingers flicked against her clit and she mewled, back arching off of the bed as her hips gave another roll.
“You’re so pretty, Kagome.” He spit on her pussy, adding to the slippery lubrication.“And this pussy is pretty, too,” his fingers slid lower, teasing the ache in her core. “I’m gonna make ya cum again, baby.”
“Please,” Kagome begged, chest heaving for air. “Please, make me cum again.”
He slipped a finger in easily, she was so fucking drenched that it moved within her without any restriction. Golden eyes were glued to her entrance, groaning at the sounds coming from it. As she pleaded with him, he added a second finger, fucking into her to hear the delicious squelching sounds that erupted from her hole.
“Inu…yash-“ she gasped, “So good, yes! Fuck, I-!” broken words came out of her mouth as she was so enraptured in the way he was making her feel.
The half-demon curled his fingers upward inside of her, fucking her with them over and over until she felt like she was going to snap. A pressure built within her, one she’s never felt before, too intense to be a regular orgasm and yet different enough not to be called one. Her fingers gripped the sheets as she sprang up again on her elbows, brown eyes on the fingers that pumped her while his own stayed on hers.
“Oh, my god! How? I-I don’t-“ she choked. Her hips moved against her own will, and Inuyasha held them down against the bed, the force making her back hit the soft plush once again.
“Inu! Oh my god,“ she panted, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!“ She didn’t know what she was saying, her mind couldn’t muster up anything coherent, too busy losing herself to the tightness in her core and the overwhelming, unknown feeling in her gut.
“Fuck yes!” Inuyasha growled, cock throbbing as he felt her walls clenching around his fingers, his tongue working her clit in a steady pattern. “Give it to me, baby.”
Kagome felt like she was going to pee, and she had no idea why. If she was going to orgasm, where was this sensation coming from? Whatever Inuyasha was doing was within new, uncharted territory and Kagome was losing control over her body more and more with every passing second.
“Inuyasha, I-I’m! I don’t? Oh god!” Her body jolted, a yelp left her lips that she didn’t register as hers as her limbs stiffened. She felt wet as a powerful eruption soared through her, knocking the wind out of her and making her voice crack.
He watched her hungrily as she gushed against his hand, pussy twitching as she came, the proof of her intense response to his stimulation soaking the sheets beneath her. Patiently, Inuyasha stared on as she silently recovered. While Kagome came back down to earth, Inuyasha kissed her labia and inner thighs, the soft press of his lips proving to be too much for her as her legs clenched around his head to stop him.
“Did you just…?” Kagome breathlessly asked, hands covering her face as she blushed.
“Make you squirt? Hell yeah, I did,” Inuyasha smirked to himself, glowing with pride at just what he could do to his girlfriend.
With an unattractive heave, Kagome sat up on the bed and laughed, “You sound so proud.”
“With what I just did to ya? Of course,” he laughed. “My ego just got a bit bigger.”
“Oh no,” Kagome grinned, beckoning him to come closer to her, “I guess I need to bring you back down to earth, yeah?”
He leaned into her with pink, puffy lips and kissed her slowly, the passion between them regrowing with every smack of their mouths. His hands wrapped themselves around her hips, fingers kneading into the soft plush of her skin.
Kagome could taste herself on his tongue and it made the fire reignite in her belly as a whimpered moan bubbled from her throat. It was salty and metallic, and she couldn’t get enough of it as his tongue mixed with hers, their kiss turning heated without a moment to spare.
Inuyasha pushed her back down as he took over her body, licking every single inch of her skin like a starved man. He needed her, wanted her, and was going to taste her one more time. While she whimpered beneath him, small hands running through his hair to cling to, he moved down to the juncture of her thighs and shoved her legs out of his way once again.
“I thought you were done!” She squeaked, embarrassed, and flushed.
“More” he murmured gruffly into her pussy. “Cum for me again, baby.”
Without any hesitation, he flattened his tongue against her pussy and licked upward, grinning wickedly when Kagome loudly cried out as her body jumped from the bed.
“Oh my god, I’m not gonna-“ she moaned, “Fuck!”
He was relentless as he went down on her, his talented tongue flicking over her swollen clit while she sobbed his name like a prayer. Her juices from her last release coated his cheeks and chin, and her delicious scent was putting his body on a high.
Kagome had lost complete control of herself as her body succumbed to the incredible thrill that soared through it, mindlessly grinding her pussy on his face as she chased another orgasm. She didn’t know what to do with her hands as they moved from her breasts to Inuyasha’s head, pulling him impossibly closer to her cunt.
Inuyasha decided that if he was going to die from lack of oxygen right now, he would die a happy man. His girlfriend had him pinned to her and it still wasn’t enough for him. No, Inuyasha wanted to devour her until she was boneless and limp, exhausted and speechless, overwhelmed from her orgasms and yet eager for another.
She was just so sweet, so alluring, so fucking addictive.
He needed more.
His lips formed a small O shape around her clit, flicking at it a few more times and then suckling.
Kagome was a crying, wailing, wet mess on the bed. Her body was shuddering off the mattress, hips rising into the air before she could attempt to grind his face.
“Inu-yash—a!” She cried, digging her fingers into his hair. Her orgasm was close, she was so overstimulated, extremely sensitive, and about to cum again.
The stinging from his scalp made the half-demon groan into her pussy, the sound vibrating against her clit, the pulsing sensation a welcomed addition to Kagome’s body.
“Yes!” She squeaked out as her head fell back and her mouth hung open. Her body shook, legs and hips moving on their own accord against Inuyasha as a powerful orgasm overcame her. Heat spread all over her skin as she released, broken cries dragging out of her throat while she rode his tongue.
In silence, Inuyasha cleaned her up as best as he could, one hand pumping his cock as it attempted to dull some of the ache. Finally, her shaking hands let go of his head and he watched them squeeze her breasts, the soft mounds providing her a temporary anchor to hold onto while she recovered.
“I-I’m sorry about your hair,” she whispered hoarsely. “Did I hurt you?”
“Baby, no.” Inuyasha kissed her inner thigh before lifting himself up to be face-to-face with his spent girlfriend. “It was sexy as fuck, you’re so damn perfect.”
He suckled on her nipples while she came to, selfish hands forcing themselves not to continue to overstimulate her clit. Golden eyes stared into brown as he flicked his tongue over the hard nub, his attempt to continuously provide her pleasure without overdoing it on her body.
“You’re so good at that,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Her hands were back on his ears, dainty fingers tracing around the furry appendages in slow movements.
Inuyasha could stay here forever, head pillowed on one of her tits as he languidly sucked on the other. However, her lips were calling him, beckoning him for more attention, and who was he to deny her?
Rising with a grin, he stole a kiss, tongue darting into her mouth when she gasped. He devoured every whimper she made like a man deprived of a meal, opting to leave her breathless.
When Kagome felt his dick touch her thigh, hard and long in length, she realized she was hungry for something else. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel just now, and she wanted to taste him just the same.
With wobbly legs that still needed to recover, she flipped them around, Inuyasha’s back hitting the soft bed with a muffled oof. Kagome straddled his hips, the head of his cock touching her swollen vulva, the temptation to grind on it stronger than she would admit. However, the urge to put him in her mouth and taste him was significant, and feeling just how hard he was when his dick slid against her wet folds had her mouth beginning to water.
Kagome removed herself from his lips and kissed his jaw, tongue gliding out and mouth sucking the skin of his exposed neck, giving him the same attention he had given her.
“Kagome,” he breathed, the way he said her name making her clit pulse, and a little moan whispered on his skin. “You don’t have to.”
She kissed his chest, plush lips lingering over his nipples as she pecked each one, causing a strangled, choking sound to come from the man beneath her. “I want to,” she admitted shyly.
Stopping herself from moving lower, her finger traced his abs, smiling as she felt the muscles contract. “Will you tell me if I do something you don’t like?”
Inuyasha cupped her jaw, lifting her face so she could stare directly into his eyes, “You’re doin’ so well already. I’m hard as fuck and ya haven’t even touched me yet.”
She blushed, wishing she could look away but his grip on her chin was strong. “B-but that’s because of what you’ve done to me.”
“Kagome,” he said a little sternly, “You could fuckin’ stand in the room doin’ nothin’ and my dick gets hard. Whatever the hell you end up doin’ to me is going to make me crazy. I won’t last.”
“O-okay,” she stuttered out. “Promise you’ll tell me if I do something wrong?”
He smiled at her warmly and it made her stomach fill with butterflies. “Pinky promise.”
Smiling, she nodded her head before continuing her prior movements, kissing and licking his chest before moving down to do the same thing to his abdominal muscles. Each one flexed and moved against their own will, responding to her subtle stimulation. As she reached his V line, she licked each side, her face heating up at how close she was to hard length.
Inuyasha held his breath, watching her move lower, her small, soft hands finally reaching his thighs as they glided over the muscles. She was so gentle with him that the touches tickled, but his cockhead was glistening with pre-cum in anticipation.
Kagome got comfortable on her knees as she leaned against the bedside, big brown eyes trained on his cock while her mouth watered at the sight. She wanted to taste him, kitten-lick the head and tease him there, clean him up just to swallow him down completely.
“If ya keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m not gonna make it,” he breathed. His voice was rough as it dropped an octave and she could practically feel the vibrations of it as she touched his skin.
The expression he was giving her had her dripping wet all over again. She couldn’t deny the nerves she felt, but his golden eyes were piercing through her body, glowing bright like heated lava. She felt like prey to a predator, something that he wanted to devour, and it sent shivers down her back.
It was the confidence boost that she desperately needed.
Kagome leaned closer between the juncture of his thighs and mimicked what he had done with her, leaving a trail of little kisses. She didn’t break eye contact the entire time as she moved her lips closer to his cock, the appendage twitching out of its own volition once her warm breath ghosted over the head.
“Like what?” Her grin was filled with innocence as her tongue teased his tip. She heard him hiss from her touch, too entranced to immediately answer while her mouth took him whole.
“You know what you're doin’,” he groaned as he brushed away the hair that fell onto her face. “Don’t act sweet now, baby.”
Her tongue moved lower to his balls, kissing the sensitive skin there before flattening her tongue to lick from bottom to top. Coating his length with saliva, her main goal was to make him slippery and wet; worship him like he had her.
While one hand laid on his leg for support, the other wrapped around his length and squeezed, earning her a low, rumbling moan as she moved her grip up and down. The arousal she felt from blowing him was getting to her, thighs rubbing together to keep some friction going. The sudden urge to spit on his cockhead was so strong that she couldn’t stop herself from doing it.
“That’s it, yeah,” Inuyasha muttered, hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, dick sliding easily within her hand as he moved.
Kagome spit again, flushing deeply as she watched his eyes deepen. The hand on his thigh moved to the head as she began to twist and roll it while her other hand pumped his length, making the half demon lull his head back and growl lowly.
“Fuck, Kagome!” His voice rumbled, “I-I don’t have to say anythin’ to ya, you’re doin’ so good.”
A sense of pride washed over her as she watched him squeeze his eyes shut, his body giving little twitches with her steady strokes. She could tell his breathing was getting ragged and shallower and decided to switch up her movements. Left hand back on his thigh, her right slid to his balls to gently play with them while she took him as deep into her mouth as she could. The sounds that came out of him were delicious; she needed to hear him again.
Her head bobbed up and down, taking him in over and over, the action turning sloppy as everything had become so wet. She prepared herself, both hands now braced on his legs in order for her to take him in deeper. She wanted to feel him hit the back of her throat until she gagged.
Inuyasha groaned loudly, fighting back the urge to fuck into her mouth. Instead, one hand fisted into her ebony hair, the dark waves cascading over his tan skin while his other hand balled itself into a fist to keep him grounded. The last thing he needed to do was thrust deeper into her throat and chance making her uncomfortable.
“You’re doin’ so well baby,” he choked, “So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Kagome whimpered at the compliment, thighs clenching together to keep her from falling back from the praise. It only made her want to work harder, put on a show while he watched her with undeniable hunger.
She sucked on the head of his cock and that earned her another string of curses and praise, tongue swiveling around the tip as she sucked, cheeks hollow with every move. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, fighting with himself to not let his head fall back whenever she did something new.
He wasn’t going to last, but he didn’t want to stop her. If he came right now he’d just eat her out again until he was hard enough to fuck her with everything he had.
“Baby, fuck, do that again,” he groaned.
Kagome obeyed, little mouth sucking the tip while her tongue flicked around him, brown eyes never leaving gold. While she worked the head, she squeezed her hand around his shaft firmly, making sure everything she touched was being taken care of. She spit down on the head again, earning her a choked moan as she spread it all over his length before taking him fully back into her mouth.
“I’m gonna cum,” Inuyasha breathed, “Fuck yes.”
Tears streamed down her face as she gagged on him, cockhead hitting her throat, her mouth so full of him as she bobbed up and down. Saliva dripped down to his balls as everything turned sloppier, large hands fisting into her hair to gently pull and keep her in position.
She loved it so much, the sting in her scalp and the choked moans he was making; she could do this all day if it meant watching him fall apart this way. Inuyasha would never allow anyone to see him like this, and the fact that she had the privilege made her pussy throb and clench.He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen, and right now her head was between his thighs, sucking him off with the end goal to swallow his cum.
Whimpers left his throat, eyes now shut, too focused on the sensations to be able to look at her. Her mouth and tongue had him under her control, his body was hers, and any minute now the coil would burst and he was going to lose it.
Something came over her as she moved faster, head bobbing at a delirious speed that had Inuyasha begging her to keep going with mixed curses under his breath. She held onto his dick from the base as she sucked, gagging with every dip down her throat. He was thrusting and squirming beneath her, cock twitching in her mouth more frequently.
Pressure and heat filled his body, the high he was chasing while his girlfriend's little mouth was wrapped around him was about to meet its climax. “Kagome, I’m—“ he gasped, the coil ripping around his lower back as strings of hot cum shot into her mouth.
They kept eye contact as she swallowed every drop, the evidence of his orgasm painting her tongue white, eyes smiling wickedly at him whenever she felt his dick twitch in her throat.
“Holy shit,” Inuyasha panted as he pushed back his hair, giving a small hiss as he felt her throat contract with a swallow before she slid his cock free from her mouth.
“Did I do okay?” Kagome asked him shyly, the confidence she had slowly slipping away from her as clarity hit them both.
“Do okay?” He choked, “Fuck, come here.” He beckoned her, arms open wide for her to fit in between.
She listened, crawling back on to the bed and over his body. She straddled him as he kissed her, positive that he could taste himself on her tongue, not that he cared.
His mouth ghosted over hers, taking her bottom lip between his teeth to pull gently back, letting it go as she gave a little whine.
“Sit on my face,” he whispered to her. Not letting her go as he fell back onto the bed, his hands on her hips to hold her steady.
“W-won’t I hurt you?” She stammered as she scrambled over to his head, a bright red blush dusting her cheeks.
“Nah, but even if ya did, it would be worth it.” He grinned up at her, groaning in delight as she bent over his face, knees splayed on either side of his head.
He felt his spent cock twitch and begin to harden at the beautiful view above him, both hands grabbing at the soft plush of her thighs. “You’re beautiful,” he reminded her as he flicked his tongue against her clit.
“Oh!” She gasped, one hand on the headboard while the other squeezed her tit. This position was embarrassing, but the way he was looking up at her had her pussy begging for more. Using his face as a chair was strange, she couldn’t deny it, but it felt really good; she wanted him to keep doing whatever the hell he was doing.
One hand moved to support her back while he used the other to finger fuck her, earning him a moan. She was starting to writhe, her body losing its control as he flicked and sucked her clit to make her orgasm. His cock was already hard again, the organ not taking too long to express the half demon's arousal. And he couldn’t deny it, not while eating his girlfriend’s pussy while she cried and moaned in defeat.
She felt him growl into her and she gave a sob, her body getting the better of her as she began to grind on his face, the hand that was on the headboard now holding his head for leverage.
“That’s it,” Inuyasha stopped to get some air, “Fuck yourselfon my tongue.”
Kagome did just that, using his mouth as her own instrument, chasing her next orgasm like she needed it to survive. He was just too good at this, she was addicted to him and she never wanted to stop. After getting a taste of Inuyasha, and all of the things he does to her, she would quit her job and lay in bed with him for the rest of her life if he asked her to.
“Inuyasha!” She cried, “I—I’m not—“
The rope was going to rip again, and soon, the fingers fucking into her pussy while his tongue worked her clit proving to be too much for her once again. She was a mess, bending over herself as she rode his face, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open to release her sharp whimpers as the familiar heat spread from her abdomen and over her body.
Kagome gasped, body shaking from her orgasm as she came on his face. His tongue lapped her up like a hungry animal, swallowing every drop as if it were a lifesource.
“Oh my god,” she whined above him. “How— how do you do that?”
Inuyasha grinned up at her as he held her steady, allowing her body to come back from the aftershocks. “Makin’ you cum is my goal,” he replied to her as he helped her moved back down.
“Y-you’ve only cum once. What if I wanna make you cum more too?” She felt stupid for asking, but her mind was hazy right now, too busy recovering to think straight.
Inuyasha laughed as he kissed her lips, neck, and jaw. “I could make ya cum all fuckin’ day long. I don’t care if I do or don’t. My priority is you.” He kissed her lips again, tongue sliding in to taste as he changed their positions.
Kagome now laid on her back, arms lazily wrapping around Inuyasha’s neck to pull him closer while he kissed her senseless. They felt no rush going forward just yet, lazily planting little pecks and breathing each other in. Time passed leisurely, hands in each others’ hair, fingers running over bare skin, inhales through noses as kisses deepened, and nothing could possibly disturb that. It was like they were the only two in existence.
He nipped her lips, jaw, and neck before sliding down to suckle her nipples again, paying attention to the way she gasped and arched her back, full breasts caressing his face as she did so.
“I can’t get enough of your tits,” he groaned, sucking one harder into his mouth as she cried underneath him. “So full and perfect,” he licked and bit them, leaving more hickies against the soft mounds.
“You’re insatiable,” Kagome giggled.
Inuyasha flicked at a bud with his tongue, smirking at the moan that left her throat. “For you? Always.”
Hands slithered down her body once more, smoothing over soft skin until they reached a tuft of hair, two fingers sliding in between wet folds to coat in her slick.
“Is this okay?” Inuyasha asked, adding a flurry of little kisses to Kagome’s chest.
On the edge of anticipation, Kagome nodded, gasping as she felt a finger teasing at her entrance. “Yes!”
He chuckled, flicking at the nipple closest to his mouth, “I just need to get ya ready, okay?”
Fingers slowly slid in and out of her hole, cunt tightening around them with every pump, successfully relaxing her and preparing her for the next round. Inuyasha spread his fingers into a V and continued to fuck her slowly, the motion causing tiny whimpers to escape her throat while she spread her legs further for him.
“That’s right,” he cooed, “Open up for me.”
His voice was thick with lust, rumbling so deep that it made Kagome’s heart beat erratically in her chest, so quick that she was afraid he could hear it.
“D—do you think I’m ready?” She stuttered, back arching as he added a third finger. The wet, squelching sounds were echoing in her ears, filling up the bedroom like a song that mixed with her soft moans.
Slowly, the half-demon slid his fingers out and sucked on them, a low growl reverberating in his chest at the sweet taste of her essence. His cock twitched at the sight of her pussy clenching around nothing and groaned, “You’re so ready for me, fuck.”
Kagome watched Inuyasha with half-lidded eyes as he stood, muscular chest heaving from the anticipation as he pumped himself while staring back down at her. He was incredible, the body of a god, handmade by an artist - someone who took their time and effort to create something so beautiful that people couldn’t look away.
“Eyes up here,” he told her cheekily, two little fangs poking out from his lips.
Caught and flustered, Kagome met his gold eyes and fumbled, “You’re teasing!”
“You think so?” He asked, moving closer between her thighs. Inuyasha chuckled darkly as she gasped, the feeling of his cock sliding up and down her lips making her back arch.
“Oh god,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded as she watched, the tip kissing her aching clit.
“Tell me, Kagome, what do you want me to do?” He was breathing hard, pupils shot wide with lust and adoration while his cheeks flushed red, completely drunk on her.
Kagome rolled her nipples between her fingers and moaned, legs spreading wider to feel his dick slide against her vulva, “I—I want you inside me.”
Inuyasha smirked, grabbing his cock between his hands and rapidly flicking it side to side over her clit, causing a sharp cry to escape her throat. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He played coy.
“Please,” Kagome whimpered, voice desperate, “Please take me!”
“That’s my girl,” he praised as he teased her entrance, slowly easing in and out. Watching with bated breath, he slowly entered her.
They moaned in unison, heads rolling back from the feeling of finally being connected. Inuyasha moved slowly, building up the pressure, his fingers digging into the soft press of her thighs to hold onto her firmly.
“Ah, ah!” She panted as her eyes focused on where they were joined, hips moving on their own to meet his thrusts. “Faster, please go faster!”
“Baby, you’re so impatient,” he taunted with a toothy smile, completely easing himself out of her before thrusting back in.
Kagome cried, thighs jolting in his grasp as she felt everything from that powerful buck. Each one made her voice hit a higher level. The feeling of him leaving her wouldn’t linger long enough before she was filled up with him once again, feeling herself grow wetter with every thrust.
“Inu—“ she gasped, “Need more!”
“Fuck yes you do,” he agreed through gritted teeth as he lifted one of her legs to place on his shoulder, the position they were now in making it even easier to go deeper.
Kagome couldn’t do anything except moan and gasp while he pounded inside, the sound of their lovemaking so lewd as it echoed in the bedroom. She was engulfed in everything that was Inuyasha, allowing herself to be taken by him as he fucked her thoroughly, hands gripping the sheets underneath her to keep her from sliding backward on the bed.
“You’re made for me,” Inuyasha praised, his mouth watering at the tantalizing view of her tits bouncing with every slap of his hips. He wanted to touch them and taste them on his tongue, “Everythin’ about you is perfect.”
Bending forward, he popped a nipple into his mouth and sucked while he continued to fill her with his cock. She was drenched in her slick, making it easier for him to rut against her pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Kagome cried, “Inuyasha, oh my god, please!” Her body felt like it was floating as the fire in her belly ignited, the coil threatening to break again.
“I’m gonna cum!” She sobbed, “I can't—“
“Fucking cum for me, baby. I want you to cum on my cock!” Inuyasha growled out before going back to suckle on her nipple, his hips slapping faster against hers.
It was too much and not enough all at once, fire seeping through her body as she came, her body going rigid underneath him while he continued to fuck her. It was overwhelming, her pussy couldn’t take it anymore, and yet she didn’t want him to stop.
“Inuyasha!” She gasped, “T—too much, oh yes!“ Her leg slid off from his shoulder, falling bonelessly back into its prior position.
The squelching sounds that came from fucking her only made him harder as he pulled away from her chest, the rhythm of his hips never faltering. “Talk to me, what do ya want?”
Kagome was spent on the bed as her back arched, hands gripping the sheets while her legs were spread wide open, giving the half-demon an incredible view of her pussy as he fucked into her. Her lungs were heaving for air, body still recovering from her last orgasm, but she craved more. She wanted to keep going until her body physically couldn’t handle it.
“Keep fucking me,” she pleaded as her legs shook from the aftershocks. “I want to cum!”
Something in Inuyasha snapped at the view of her laying on the bed like a goddess, beautiful body splayed out just for him to worship and enjoy. She wanted more, and he knew she was reaching her limit. What he was doing now already seemed like it was enough. But fuck, his body ached for her. His mind was full of thoughts of her. He was taking mental images of how she looked at this very moment.
Inuyasha knew very well that he was a goner, his body and soul would want to continue to make love to her, fill her up, make her feel incredible as many times as she would allow. Kagome was meant to be loved, worshiped, and taken care of, and that is exactly what he would do for the rest of his life.
“Say please,” he ordered, thumbing her clit, the choked gasp that she made making his cock twitch inside her.
“Ah!” She arched her back, wanting him to keep that up while he bucked his hips, “Oh god.”
She was losing her mind and it made him feel prideful, watching his girlfriend whither before him. He continued to thumb her clit, selfishly fucking her to feel her walls tightening around him.
“That’s right, baby.” He cooed, “Feel good?”
“So good,” she whimpered. The fire never died down inside of her, instead growing stronger as Inuyasha played with the nerves at her core. She needed to feel everything and her breasts were begging to be touched, her fingers already pinching and rolling her nipples before her mind could process what was happening.
“Ya look incredible, touchin’ yourself like that.” He was moving faster, his only thought was to help her cum again. She wasn’t going to last another second at this rate; her gasps and moans were sporadic, pussy clenching around his cock like it was sucking him in deeper. “Say please.”
“I-”
“Say it.” Inuyasha insisted, slowing down just enough to make her shake with need.
“Ple-” Kagome was cut off by her own shudder, a breathy gasp ghosting through her lips. It was like her orgasm was teetering on a ledge. Inuyasha was giving her just enough stimulus to keep it alive, but wasn’t actually allowing it to rip through. She could feel it, it was right there, and not a single part of her was opposed to begging at this point. “Please. Please, oh my god. Please!”
“Atta girl,” He snickered, watching her eyes roll back as he hit right back up to speed.
“Fuck, ah, i—it’s! I’m—!” She pulled her nipples as she came apart, her stomach clenching down,her body squirming while another orgasm erupted through her.
“Such a good girl,” the half-demon smirked. “Can you give me one more?”
Kagome whimpered as she nodded her head frantically, “Yes, I can. Will you cum this time?”
Inuyasha slid out of her and bit his lip at the loss of her warmth, a pathetic moan leaving his lips as his cock twitched. “Yeah baby, where do ya want it?”
She watched him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes, pupils shot wide with lust. “Inside me.”
“Fuck,“ he twitched again, “We haven’t been usin’ a condom, Kagome, are you—“
“Birth control.” She cut him off, urging him to listen to her, “Remember?”
He grinned and nodded, tapping her thigh to get her attention on him, “Turn over, on your knees.”
Happily complying, Kagome did her best to roll over with wobbly legs for the final round. It couldn’t look attractive at all, with how much she struggled to lift every muscle in her body, but Inuyasha didn’t seem to care. He helped her move, lifting her up to get her into the new position. Once she was settled, she arched her back and pushed her butt against him, earning her a hard slap that made her gasp.
“Such a cute, little ass,” Inuyasha commented as he continued to spank her, the tip of his head covered with pre cum, grazing against her soft skin.
“I like it when you do that,” Kagome moaned, wiggling her butt for more.
“This?” He repeated the action, chuckling at her wanton whimpers.
“Yeah,“ she replied in a high-pitched voice, “I love it!”
Inuyasha slapped her one last time before deciding to tease her entrance with his cockhead, the action causing her to push herself closer to him, the head easily sliding into the opening.
“Inuyasha, I can't wait anymore,” Kagome claimed, breath hitching with every kiss his cock gave her hole.
“Me neither,” he replied as he slid completely inside, forgetting to alert her of his next move. She was so tight, wet, and incredible. He was short-circuiting while fucking her.
Kagome could feel him deeper in this position, the grip his fingers had on her hips keeping her from fully falling into the bed. He was pounding into her quickly, hitting the spot just right, causing high pitched, broken squeals to bubble out of her throat.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” She chanted, hiding her face in the sheet. Her knuckles were turning white with her grip on them, trying her best to hold still while he had his way with her.
“So fucking good!” Inuyasha growled as he fucked her harder, the sounds she made only egging him on. She felt amazing, pussy walls tightening around his length, the sound of skin slapping drumming around the room adding to the reality of the situation.
Finally feeling her like this, kissing her body and fucking her over and over again after months of shy touches and nervous glances was so fulfilling. Sneaking peeks at her from afar, imagining how she would taste and feel against him, wanting to touch her and hear her breath hitch when his thumb caressed a spot just right, these were all things he thought about late at night in his room when they spent time apart.
Kagome was everything to him and Inuyasha would make sure she always knew that.
“Inuyasha!“ She beautifully cried, high-pitched mewls sounding like music to his ears.
“Kagome,” he moaned, “You’re taking me so well,” he fucked her harder, groaning as he felt her pussy clench around him. She was close, and so was he; Inuyasha knew that he wasn’t going to last another second if her body kept sucking him in like that.
“Oh! I’m—“ she gasped, back arching further as her body shook violently against the bed.
“Fuck yes! Cum all over me!” He growled, his hips milking her as she orgasmed against him, his own following right behind hers as he coated her walls in white.
“Oh god,” she squeaked as she felt the warm liquid spread inside her, feeling filled and content with their lovemaking.
Both legs and arms wobbled on the bed as she lost whatever strength she had left, deciding to flip herself over on her back to stare up at him instead. The action made them sever their connection, both whimpering in unison from the loss of each other’s warmth.
Inuyasha watched her as their chests heaved for air, their bodies taking time to come down from the euphoric high. She smiled brightly at him as she invited him into her arms, a request he wasn't going to refuse. He kissed her along her collarbone and neck while her fingers brushed through his hair. They allowed themselves to take in this moment in comfortable silence, the only noise in the room was their breathing and Kagome’s beating heart.
He laid his head on her chest while he lazily caressed her sides, smiling to himself as the sound of little giggles erupted from above him. The drumming of her heartbeat soothed him while he came back to his senses. After a few seconds of quiet bliss, he lifted his head from her breast to look at her.
“What is it?” She asked him softly, her stomach fluttering with butterflies as he gazed at her so intensely.
He smiled at her with half-lidded eyes, “Nothin’. I’m just thinkin’ about how lucky I am.”
Kagome bit her lip to suppress a giggle, “Lucky how?”
He moved from her chest to hover above her head, staring down at her with golden, love-struck eyes. “Lucky ‘cause I get to have you all to myself.”
His honest worst clung to her heart like glue and they mended the cracks that had been split. The feeling of being loved, cared for, and desired by the person she loved so much was overwhelming. Inuyasha shows her that every day, but hearing it after what they had just done made her heart swell.
Inuyasha had made her feel incredible, and so wanted. Not once did she feel like she had done something he didn’t like, and that boosted her confidence more than she thought it would.
She hummed, “I’m lucky too, you know.” She lifted a hand to cup his cheek, smiling brightly at him when she felt him lean into her touch. “I love you, Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha leaned down to steal a kiss, it was slow, gentle, and perfect. They got lost in the moment as they poured all of their feelings into each other, the intensity picking up with every passing minute.
A loud growl stopped them in their tracks, putting out the fire before it could reignite.
“Was that your stomach?” Kagome laughed.
Inuyasha sighed, cursing his hunger for ruining the moment. “Yeah, I guess I’m hungrier than I thought.”
He kissed her nose before lifting himself off of her, “Want to order a pizza and watch a movie?”
Kagome’s eyes widened at the offer before nodding in agreement, “Pizza sounds like a great idea. I have no energy to make dinner.”
“Woman, as if I’d let you cook anything after what we just did! You need to recover, so stay there looking beautiful and I’ll be right back.” He stepped into her bathroom and snagged a clean towel from her basket, returning to her to clean her up.
“Thanks,” Kagome blushed. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Inuyasha kissed her knee and scoffed, the tinge on his cheeks giving his sheepishness away. “Did you want to take another shower while I ordered?”
“Definitely, but my legs feel like jello! I can't move.”
He laughed breathily, “Yeah, well.” He bent down to lift her into his arms, throwing her over his shoulder and giving her bottom a smack.
Kagome burst into a fit of giggles, “Inuyasha!”
He kept her over his shoulder while he turned on the water, making sure the temperature was hot enough to melt off flesh, just how she liked it. Once it was up to her standards he gently placed her back onto the ground and pecked her lips. “Don’t take too long or the pizza will be cold by the time you get out of here.”
Kagome laughed as she stepped into the shower, “I pinky promise I won’t take too long.”
“Good.” Inuyasha stated as he stepped out of her bathroom and grabbed the doorknob to close the door, “I love you.”
Kagome heard the door gently close as the sound of his footsteps disappeared from her bedroom. She bit her lip in delight as she was overcome with emotion over her boyfriend. The man of her dreams, her best friend, and the love of her life are all wrapped into one person. She remembered what he had said earlier about being lucky to be with her, but it was Kagome who was the lucky one.
After so much pain and unnecessary suffering, she was finally happy with a man who made her feel like she was the only girl in the world. And he came with cute fluffy ears and beautiful gold eyes to match.
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hotch-stufff · 3 years ago
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Fluff #8, Angst #5 and Fluff #43 with Gibbs, please. The reader is in her late 20s, Gibbs and her got into a fight because the reader isn't sure about the age gap and Gibbs is trying to push her away because he's afraid of letting her in
Hard To Believe
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Pairing: Gibbs x reader
Warnings!: angst, slight pining, making out, kissing, crying, but ofc a fluffy ending
Prompts: Fluff #8 “I realized something.” “What?” “I love you”, Fluff #43 “Is it so hard to believe that I love you?", Angst #5 “I love you” “No you don’t
Author's Note: I know its not quite how you described, kinda switched to where reader pushes him away. Hope you still enjoy!!
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Loving Gibbs was easy. It was too easy. Too easy to fall for him. Too easy to look at him and allow your heart to flutter. To easy to feel butterflies every time he brushed your arm. That was the easy part.
The hard part was hiding it. Or figuring out if or when you would tell him. The hard part was pretending. Pretending you didn't care, pretending he didn't matter to you.
And you didn't even know if he would feel the same. You were, considerably younger, 13 years to be exact. And people would say things. You shouldn't care what people think, but it could ruin Gibbs reputation, and that you cared about. So you wouldn't tell him. You couldn't tell him. And that was the hard part.
You never expected a relationship. But you definitely didn't expect him to show up at your door and confess his own feelings.
It had been a rainy night, very cliche. He knocked repeatedly on your door until you finally answered. You were shocked to see him there, drenched. You invited him inside, and took his jacket, hanging it to dry. And he sat on your couch, silent per usual. You sat there for a while before speaking up.
"Soo, you gonna tell me why you're here?" You said, trying to start a conversation.
"I'm not sure what to do here." Was his only response. He looked nervous, which was strange for Gibbs. He wasn't a nervous person. He was always put together and confident. But he wasn't wither of those right now. He was slumped over, thinking hard. He was fumbling with his hands. He looked so ... vulnerable.
"Gibbs, whats wrong? What happened?"
"I just, I realized something."
"What?"
"I love you." The words were spoken clearly, and confidently. You were taken aback. Shocked was an understatement. Seconds ticked by, and silence filled the room. The only noise was the rain hitting your roof. He stared at you expectantly, waiting for some type of response.
"W-what?" Was all you could muster up. His face fell. "What do you mean? You're not serious. You can't be serious."
"Is it so hard to believe that I love you?" He asked, his voice was quieter. Gibbs didn't express his feelings often. He was opening up to you, allowing himself to be vulnerable. But you couldn't give in, could you?
"Yeah." He hadn't expected that. "Gibbs, your 13 years older than me, your my boss." He froze. You knew he had to have taken this into consideration. Why was it not enough to stop him?
"I don't care. I love you Y/n." You could feel the tears gather. You two couldn't be together. He had already been through enough in life, he didn't need the judgment that would come from being with you.
"Well, I dont feel the same." You said, your heart breaking a little bit with each passing second.
"Yes you do." He stood up angrily. "You do, but your avoiding them." You sighed.
"Gibbs-" he cut you off.
"No, you love me too. I know you do y/n. I know because everytime you look at me, its the same look that I'm giving you. You blush anytime we are near each other. You're always there to make sure that I'm okay." Gibbs didn't speak a lot. He was a functional mute, as they say. But he sure as hell was saying a lot now. Saying a lot of truth. A truth you couldn't allow to happen. So you lied.
"Those are all things a good employee does." You really tried to make it as convincing as you could.
"Employee, really?" He paused "Bullshit." He stood there waiting for your response. He only needed one more push and he would be gone. "Why won't you just tell the truth?"
"That is the truth Gibbs! This would never work between us!"
"What is it? That we work together?" You didn't move a muscle. "That I'm a closed off person." He paused. "Is it that I'm older than you?!" You flinched slightly and he knew that was it. You needed him gone before you ended up telling him that you loved him too. You knew exactly what to say to push him away.
"I don't love you Gibbs. I can't even trust that you would be with me long before moving on again." That did it. In that moment you forgot why you were pushing him away, especially after seeing the pain in his eyes. It was there for only a moment, before they went blank. His face following soon after. He nodded his head, and walked out, slamming the door.
And you fell to the floor in tears. You had to do it. You couldn't be together. You couldn't. It wasn't right. You were young, he needed someone older, more mature. Someone who wouldn't add to his baggage. Someone who wouldn't add on to everything he's been through. You couldn't be together.
These were the words you repeated to yourself as you cried yourself to sleep.
* * *
The next day was hell. The next week was hell. Everything sucked. Gibbs was on a rampage, pissed off and pissing off everyone else. He avoided you at all costs. The most he talked to you, was when he barked an order. You expected that.
What you didn't expect was the guilt. You thought you were doing the right thing. Pushing him away was the right thing to do. So why did you feel so bad? Why did a pang of guilt hit your heart evertime you looked at him.
Why were you filled with guilt everytime you saw the frown that adorned his face. Or everytime he snapped at Tony, Ziva, Tim, and even Abby. The guilt was consuming you to a point that you could barely bare seeing him. You had been trying not to hurt him, but he was in more pain now that he would have been had you told him the truth.
Would it really be so bad? To love him. To be with him. You couldn't remember why you didn't tell him you loved him in the first place.
You had to tell him. If he never forgave you, that would have to be something you lived with. But you had to explain. You had to tell him the truth.
So this time, it was you showing up at his house. His open door policy was something you were grateful for because you aren't sure if he would have just slammed the door in your face had you knocked.
You found him in the basement, sanding away at a boat. A glass of Bourbon sitting on the bench. He looked ... bad. Tired and angry. You hated that it was all because of you.
"Gibbs." He spun around, glaring at you.
"The hell are you doing here." You gulped and took a step forward.
"I uh, I came t-to apolagize." You stuttered out.
"Get out." He barked at you.
"Gibbs, wait please." You begged. You would get on your hands and knees and beg if you needed to. You had to tell him.
"What?"
"I love you."
"No you don't." He didn't believe you. It wasn't surprising, you wouldn't have believed yourself either after everything you had said. So you began explaining, pouring everything out.
"Yes I do. So much. I know what I said was, awful and so wrong on so many different levels. And I'm sorry, I know you hate apologies, but I'm sorry. I was scared. I'm so much younger than you and I thought people would judge you. And I know its stupid, but I didn't want that to be another thing you had to go through. I didn't want to ruin your reputation. You carry enough baggage as it is, with the job and just everything. I couldn't add my own baggage to that. But this past week has been hell without you, and it makes me forget everything. You make me forget. And so I'm so sorry Gibbs, because I DO love you. I love you so fucking much." He let you finish your little speech, remaining silent.
And he stood there remaining silent for a good 5 minutes, before he was marching forward and slamming your lips together.
It had taken you aback, and you faltered slightly, allowing him to press you up against the boat. He pressed into you, lips moving together passionately. His nose bumping yours, your hair falling in your face. He lightly moved it away before deepening the kiss. His tounge fighting for dominance. You gave it to him with a small moan. You could barely focus on anything other than him. The kiss ... it was more than you could have ever imagined. And man had you imagined this moment. You had wanted this for so long.
"You're so stupid." He said, breaking away and pressing his lips down your neck.
"I know." He smiled against you, and bit down slightly on your skin. You let out a surprised gasp, and his lips were back on yours.
"I love you." You spoke against his lips. He pulled back so that just your noses were touching.
"Love you too." And he kissed you again, and again, and again. Leaving you with a night you would never forget.
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Any Reason At All
Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): a little bit of horniness in no.5 Rating: mature
Summary: Five times there is a very good reason for Jaskier and Geralt to kiss, and one time there is no reason at all.
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one.
A first kiss is supposed to be something special and Jaskier has had so many of them over the years. But usually, they're with different people. He's not used to having more than one first kiss with the same person and certainly wasn't expecting that person to be Geralt.
The first time, they've been away from town a long time and Jaskier is... wanting. He knows this contract is worth a lot and Geralt has been so focused on tracking that he probably hasn't realized how long it's been since they've been to town. But Jaskier has and he's getting antsy.
"Geralt do you think-" he tugs his boot out of a patch of brambles and sighs, "that we could head back soon? Sleep at an inn tonight?" he doesn't get a response, so he just sighs and plops down right where he is. Up ahead, Geralt shouts back without even pausing,
"Are you just gonna sit there or are you coming with me?"
Jaskier sighs. Geralt's right though, he can't just sit here all night. So he reluctantly gets up and goes after him, muttering under his breath. They continue in this way for the next three hours.
"It's just that... I haven't even kissed someone in weeks. Weeks, Geralt. Do you know what that's like? It's torture, utter-" he walks directly into Geralt's back with a thud and takes a step back as Geralt turns to face him.
"Jaskier," he says abruptly, but not overly angry. Jaskier's eyes flick up to his and he pauses. "If I kiss you, will you shut up and let me get on with it?"
"Uh, y-yes?"
Immediately, Geralt's palm is on his cheek and Jaskier is breathless. He leans in without hesitation and Jaskier is absolutely not prepared for Geralt's mouth on his own. He kisses him gently, leaning in and it's slow and deep and Jaskier isn't sure he's going to survive. Geralt takes a step forward and Jaskier presses into him, letting out a soft moan as Geralt's lips part against his own.
And he drowns in it. Pulled under by the current, he lets himself sink. His whole body burns with it and he can't breathe, but if he pulls back Geralt might stop and he doesn't think he could bear that. And all the while Geralt's hand remains on his face, anchoring him.
And he just... doesn't stop. Geralt's other hand comes to rest on his hip and it goes on for so long that Jaskier is expecting it to lead to something more.
When Geralt does pull away, it's abrupt and Jaskier is left reeling. He's breathless and more than a little turned on and who even knew Witchers were so skilled at kissing in the first place? Where the fuck did that even come from?
"That was..." he starts and when he looks up, Geralt is already a dozen paces ahead of him. "Geralt! Where did you- that was... very good you know. I didn't take you for someone who would be so-"
"What?" Geralt asks.
"I just didn't think you got a lot of practice, is all."
Geralt scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns back to his tracking. Theoretically, Jaskier knows Geralt has had some practice with kissing and sex. He's been to brothels and some of his friends seem just this side of too familiar, but shit he was not expecting that.
Jaskier is quick to catch up to him again, but he spends the rest of the night in a daze.
two.
Jaskier has been invited to a ball. Normally, he would be delighted to attend an event back home, but it's a special celebration, a party to celebrate his sister's engagement and it's for family only. But Jaskier isn't about to drag Geralt all the way to Lettenhove and tell him he's not allowed to come. Which only leaves one option-
"I need you to be my husband," he announces cheerfully. They're already well on their way to the coast and Jaskier has been considering how to break the news before deciding it's best to just get it over with. "They won't let anyone in who's not family, but they could hardly refuse my husband entry now, could they?"
He beams up at Geralt, stumbling a little over a rock. He thinks it's a great plan, but Geralt doesn't show emotion one way or the other. He just stays silent and looks ahead again. Jaskier would give anything to know what's going on in his head right now.
It doesn't come up again until they're on the border of Temeria and about to cross into Kerack. Jaskier reminds him again when they're sharing a room at an inn. Geralt refuses to share the bed so Jaskier offers it to him before climbing up next to him and cuddling up behind him. Geralt grumbles.
"Hush my love. You're my husband, remember? You can hardly deny me the warmth of our bed so soon after our marriage."
Geralt scoffs at him, but Jaskier thinks it sounds more like a laugh than a grunt and he'll take what he can get.
They set out early the next morning, reaching the borders of Lettenhove by late evening. Jaskier is exhausted and Geralt seems to be getting antsy - probably about the party, maybe about the lie. Jaskier isn't worried about it, he knows well enough how to throw his title around when he needs to and most of the time, it works.
They're stopped at the bridge across to the palace and Jaskier dismounts, nodding his head at the guardsmen. One of them gives him a flash of a smile before looking up and scowling at Geralt.
"Your invitation was for one, master Julian."
"You'd hardly deny my husband entry," Jaskier says simply. The guard lifts an eyebrow and gives Jaskier a questioning look.
"The viscount isn't married," he says simply.
"I understand where your position, truly," Jaskier starts, "but I've been away for some time and in that time, I've found myself not only betrothed but married to a man whom I love very much and whom I wish to bring home to introduce to my family."
The guard looks unconvinced and Jaskier is both angry at his defiance and the fact that he simply refuses to believe Jaskier would marry someone like Geralt. Which, as a matter of fact, he would be delighted to do. Anger boils up and he's about to start threatening when Geralt slips from Roach, coming up to wind a comforting arm around his waist.
"It's fine, love," he whispers and it may just be a ruse, but Jaskier will never forget the sound of that word on his lips, the way it shudders through him like the cold.
"It's not-" he starts, but his voice fails him and before he can do anything else, Geralt gets two fingers under his chin, tipping it up so Jaskier is looking at him.
"Go alone, I wouldn't want you to miss your sister's party on my account. You can introduce us another time."
The look in his eyes is so unbearably soft and when he leans in, Jaskier's breath catches in his chest. Cold lips brush against his own and Geralt leans in, deepening the kiss as Jaskier presses into it. It's so unexpected that Jaskier isn't sure what to do with it, but Geralt's arm remains around his waist and he pulls him forward, pressing their bodies together.
Jaskier is stunned by his enthusiasm. Geralt leans into him, fingers twitching against his hip as he deepens the kiss and Jaskier barely withholds a groan as he feels Geralt's tongue against the seam of his lips. He wants to press into the touch, wants to touch and feel and have him, but it's a fine line between pretending to be with him and pushing too far. And right now, Jaskier isn't exactly sure where that line is.
Because Geralt's hands slip under his doublet, moving further until they're on either side of his chest, moving down to settle in the dip of his sides. And Geralt just presses closer, breathing hard through his nose and nipping softly at Jaskier's lower lip.
And Jaskier can't keep from losing himself, can't hold himself together with Geralt like this, so he kisses him hard. He throws his arms around his neck, arching against him as Geralt's teeth press in a little firmer and it's not until the more suspicious guard clears his throat that he's tugged abruptly back to reality.
He pulls out of Geralt's arms, smoothing his clothes down even as the memory of Geralt's hands on him lingers. He opens his mouth to speak, but Geralt's voice is the one he hears.
"Apologies," he pants, "it's been… some time since my lord and I have been together. He keeps so busy I don't see him often and we were hoping to get to the palace and to our room."
The same guard chokes and steps aside, not even daring to look at them as Geralt reaches up and takes Roach's reins, tugging gently to urge her forward.
It's not until they get to their room that Jaskier finally trusts his voice enough to speak and to thank Geralt for getting them out of what could otherwise have been a mess.
three.
Jaskier is struggling. It's been a relatively easy day in an easy week, but tonight he has time to compose and he can't get this one particular verse right. And it's killing him.
It's supposed to be a romantic ballad of a peasant woman in disguise as a knight, recusing the love of her life from where she's been held captive in a tower. The longing of being apart, he's got down, but now he's reached the point where they're reunited and he can't get the words out. And how is he supposed to when he needs to write a kiss and he himself hasn't been kissed in ages (Geralt notwithstanding, but even that was weeks ago now and they're not talking about it).
He's just not feeling very romantic tonight, so he flings himself back onto the grass, staring up at the stars with his notebook and lute on his chest and he sighs. Across the camp, Geralt makes a noise and shifts.
"What's wrong?" he asks, not even looking up from where he's stitching one of his shirts back together.
"How am I supposed to write the most romantic ballads the continent has ever heard when there is so little romance in my life?" Geralt snorts at him, attention still focused on his shirt. "Do you know," Jaskier continues, "that I can't even remember what it's like to be kissed?"
Geralt just lifts a skeptical eyebrow at him but says nothing.
"Perhaps you could help?" Jaskier suggests.
"What could I possibly do to help?"
"I have it on good authority that you're an excellent kisser and… maybe we could do that again. For research purposes, you see."
"What," Geralt smirks, "your memory not good enough for you?"
"Please, Geralt, it'll help."
For a moment there's nothing, then there's a scuffling sound and when Jaskier looks over, Geralt is rising to his feet. He crosses to stand in front of him, nudging Jaskier's knees apart to stand between them and Jaskier holds his breath. Geralt bends low over him, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a soft kiss. He doesn't let himself sink too much into it, keeping only at the surface and Geralt hums against him.
He shoves a leg between his thighs, pushing closer, but just as Jaskier bites back a moan, Geralt pulls back before it can get to be too much.
"Good enough?" he asks and Jaskier wants to say no, to pull him down and kiss him senseless and press against him and- he pulls himself back to the present and looks up at Geralt, nodding solemnly.
He pulls himself back up, taking his quill to paper and scratching out notes of what he wants Geralt to do to him. If he can't write a kiss from memory, he can write about what he wants.
four.
He's not supposed to get involved in Geralt's battles, but what was he supposed to do when Geralt was disarmed and backed into a corner. Jaskier jumps into the fray, bolting for Geralt's sword. If he can just get it to him- but he catches the attention of the devourer and instead of getting Geralt his sword back to him, he only manages to distract the devourer by turning its attention on him.
For a few moments, he manages to keep it away from Geralt and also keep away from it, but it's fast, faster than he is and before long, Jaskier finds himself right in front of it. The thing swings at him and Jaskier ducks, but not quickly enough. The strength of the devourer sends him flying sideways into a tree and Jaskier cries out as his shoulder connects with solid wood.
Immediately, he pulls himself up to his feet, holding his shoulder and seething. He tries to call the beast toward him again, but it's turned his attention back to Geralt. Luckily, the diversion bought him some time and Geralt has had time to retrieve his sword and lunge for the monster.
And he looks furious. Jaskier is dreading whatever comes next for him, but for now, he's just relieved that Geralt is in control again. Geralt dodges and swipes and fakes out, eventually overtaking the beast and piercing his sword up through the underside of its jaw. It shudders on his blade then collapses against the dirt and it's barely stopped moving before Geralt is bolting forward, dropping to his knees right in front of Jaskier.
"Are you hurt?" he asks and Jaskier shakes his head, but only because he doesn't trust his voice not to waver if he speaks. "Let go of your shoulder," Geralt says calmly and slowly, Jaskier does as he's asked. "I think it's dislocated," Geralt hums, looking it over and brushing his hands over his shoulder.
"What does that mean?"
"It means I have to put it back into place for you."
"I.. no, I don't think so. Can't it just go back on its own?"
"It won't," Geralt huffs, "it has to be put back or it's going to continue to hurt and be useless."
"Please-" Jaskier says, but Geralt cuts him off.
"Last week you threw yourself between me and a harpy and just now you tried to fend off a devourer and you don't want me to put your shoulder back into place?"
Jaskier shakes his head and Geralt sighs. He tries again, but Jaskier is adamant and then suddenly there are warm lips against his and he gasps at the suddenness of it before letting himself enjoy it. Geralt kisses him deeply, running one hand through his hair and then his other hand is on his shoulder, shoving and-
Jaskier pulls back with a start as pain shoots through him, but when he tries to move his arm, the pain is significantly less than before. He looks up at Geralt to find him looking rather smug at him and Jaskier splutters.
"You used me-" he accuses, but Geralt just huffs a quiet laugh at him, taking his arm again and wrapping it up so he can't move it around too much and make it worse.
It does feel better and by the time they turn in for bed that night, Jaskier is reluctantly grateful for it. But as he watches Geralt methodically prepare for bed, he's a little disappointed that the kiss didn't last longer this time.
five.
Strictly speaking, Jaskier isn't supposed to be here at all. The contract had specified utmost secrecy and while Geralt is usually willing to do anything asked of him (within reason), he was firm but not leaving Jaskier alone with a bruxa roaming the halls of the castle, regardless of what the king had asked. The working story, if caught, is that Jaskier is acting as bait, but Jaskier likes to pretend that Geralt just doesn't want him out of his sight after the incident with the devourer.
So now at midnight, they're creeping through the halls, looking for any sign of the bruxa but so far there's nothing. Though the bodies the previous night say something is definitely lurking around after hours. Geralt slips around a corner, motioning for Jaskier to hold back and he does, but a second later Geralt is barreling back into him, hissing for him to get back.
They stumble back and Jaskier is suddenly pressed back against the wall firmly. Geralt hesitates for a moment, looking away from him, but then Jaskier hears the voices coming closer and Geralt pushes him back again, pressing a hand over his mouth. And abruptly, Jaskier's body goes limp under him, a side effect of years of being shoved up against walls for very different reasons.
Geralt seems unconcerned and slowly pulls his hand away, whispering for him to be quiet. Jaskier nods his understanding, but Geralt is so close and he smells good and he can't help the way his body reacts to that.
The guards come closer and Geralt presses right against him and Jaskier can't help the little moan that escapes him. It's quiet, barely even a sound, but in the silence of the hall it seems to echo and Jaskier bites down on his lip too late. Geralt's eyes snap onto his and in the very near distance, Jaskier can hear the guards' footsteps speed up.
But then Geralt is kissing him, somehow even closer than a moment before so there's not even an inch of space between them and Jaskier's mind goes blank. He can't think of anything but Geralt's mouth against him, hot and demanding and not letting up, even as the guards turn the corner. A diversion, he realizes, but it doesn't stop him from winding his arms around Geralt's waist and sliding his hands down over his ass.
Barely a few paces away now, the guards continue their approach, but Geralt pushes a knee between Jaskier's and he'd be happy enough to be tossed in the dungeon so long as they can continue uninterrupted. His hips give a little twitch and Geralt growls into his mouth and that… seems too real to be a diversion. Jaskier feels the vibrations all the way through him and he stutters when he pulls Geralt closer because Geralt's hard, the line of his cock pressing against Jaskier's thigh. Which is something. Jaskier doesn't have the wherewithal to process that right now, but then Geralt is tipping his head up roughly, ducking to kiss his neck just as the guards come upon them.
There's a thud as one walks straight into the other and then scattered mumbling as they trip over themselves to apologize and when Geralt looks up at them, they both mumble additional apologies and turn back in the opposite direction. Geralt doesn't kiss him again, but he doesn't pull away from him and Jaskier is aching with the effort it takes not to rut up against him.
Eventually, long after Jaskier can't hear the footsteps anymore, Geralt pulls away and Jaskier nearly cries though he's unsure if it's from relief or disappointment. He either wants Geralt back against him immediately or he needs to go back to their room on his own for a while and he doesn't see either being a likely option.
"Come on," Geralt whispers and Jaskier just shuts his eyes, leaning back against the wall.
"I'm just gonna… need a minute." To his surprise, Geralt nods and turns away.
By the time they get back to their room that night, Geralt seems to have forgotten the entire situation, but Jaskier will be thinking about it for the rest of their trip, if not the rest of his life.
plus one.
It's been a while since they've just been able to relax, but when they stroll into Oxenfurt, they arrive in the middle of a festival. There's a market in the center of town and various stages with performers scattered within the city so that everywhere they go, there's music on the air. Jaskier shuts his eyes and listens as they make their way to the inn. Once they've rented a room and organized their things, Jaskier asks if they might head down toward the festivities and Geralt, to his surprise, agrees.
They stroll through town looking at all the booths and stopping to watch the performers. Jaskier takes a turn on one of the stages, delighted when Geralt stays to watch, a soft smile on his face, and he's the only one Jaskier sees in the crowd. Afterward, they split sweet buns and pastries and fruit ciders of every variety imaginable. It's been a long time since Jaskier has enjoyed himself so thoroughly, and as the sun begins to set, he takes Geralt's hand and leads him, tipsy and warm with intoxication outside the city.
Others are already gathering for the firework celebration and Jaskier finds them a spot on the ridge of a hill, somehow unclaimed despite its views over the river. He plops himself down, only letting go of Geralt's hand when the angle becomes too awkward, but Geralt sits behind him, and Jaskier shuffles back, sitting between his thighs and leaning back against his chest.
It earns him a huff of amusement, but Geralt doesn't complain and doesn't tell him to move. They're both a little drunk, but the sunset is beautiful and Jaskier can't think of a better way to end his night, nor a better person to share it with. By the time they set off the fireworks, he's so tired he can barely keep his eyes open, instead resting his head against Geralt's chest and listening to the crack of their explosions, quickly followed by cheers and sounds of awe from the younger spectators.
Geralt's hand rests on his thigh and Jaskier twines their fingers together, humming softly as Geralt wraps his hand around his.
He doesn't realize he's fallen asleep until Geralt is shifting under him and for a moment, he's disappointed to have woken up because he's sure Geralt would have carried him back to the inn otherwise. But he looks up and Geralt smiles softly down at him, brushing a stray hair out of his face and Jaskier wouldn't trade this night for anything.
They make their way back to the inn, bumping against each other in their drowsiness and it's not until they get up to their room that Jaskieer realizes the room they booked only has one bed. They've both been looking forward to crawling into bed and sleeping well for once because it's been some time since they've had a bed. Jaskier makes a quick decision to let Geralt take the bed because it's hardly big enough for the both of them to share, even if they've done it a hundred times before when coin was low.
But Geralt strips down to his shorts and when he climbs into bed, he shuffles to one side, holding the blankets back in invitation. And Jaskier isn't one to turn down such an invitation, so he quickly undresses and climbs in next to him. He lies facing out into the room with Geralt's chest against his back, warm and rising softly with his breath.
"I had a good night tonight," he hums, "it's a shame we can't do this more often."
"Mm," comes the reply from behind, much closer than Jaskier had anticipated. He can feel Geralt's breath against the back of his neck and he shuts his eyes with a soft sigh.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I did."
Jaskier turns over to face him, and Geralt smiles at him without opening his eyes. Jaskier shifts closer, tangling their legs together and Geralt's arm comes to drape over his hip, bringing him closer. The smile remains firmly in place and Jaskier's heart feels like it could burst from his chest.
"Geralt?" he asks quietly.
"Hm?"
Jaskier looks up at him, unable to find the words to properly thank him for the night, and he reaches up, brushing one hand through his hair.
"Thank you," he whispers, though the words feel flat on his tongue, not enough to express how much he truly appreciates tonight. Geralt hums again, tipping his head down so their noses bump together.
"Jaskier," he breathes.
There's nothing else, but then Geralt's lips brush against his own, soft and tentative and Jaskier's heart nearly stops. It's hardly the first time he's kissed him, but Geralt is so much softer than before, pressing forward only when Jaskier moves against him. And this is so different from before.
Tonight, there's no reason for Geralt to kiss him, there's certainly no reason for him to be so soft and gentle with him - none other than he simply wants to - and Jaskier could cry. He lets himself be drawn closer, completely entangled with Geralt as he kisses him, soft and slow and delightfully pointless.
There's no need for it, just the want to be closer, to feel each other, and Jaskier sinks into it easily, losing himself to the soft press of Geralt's lips of the brush of his thumb against his hip. When they do finally part, Jaskier isn't disappointed that it's over, because Geralt kisses his nose and his forehead as he settles against him and rather than an ending, it feels like the beginning.
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Mamihlapinatapai {part 5}
I am so excited to share the last part of this story with you.  It means so much to me to be able to share my work and have people enjoy it, so thank you to everyone who has read this little fic.  Huge shout out to the extremely talented @fizzydrink698 for being an inspiration to my writing and an all-around sweet and supportive human.  And the biggest thank you of all to my beta reader, @harry-on-broadway, for being the most encouraging and wonderful friend, without whom I never would have had the confidence to write this, let alone put it out into the world. 💜
Hope you enjoy the finale of Mamihlapinatapai.
Need to catch up? {overview} {part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4}
Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader
Themes: royal au, medieval au, court intrigue, arranged marriage, original characters, mutual pining, slow burn
Warnings: smut, emotionally abusive parents, usage of degrading names
Rating: Mature
Word count: 6k
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As Soft As Petals  |  Kingdom of Gu, present day
It was late into the evening, maybe even so late it was actually early, and you were standing outside the prince’s door, frantically knocking on it.
“Y/n, what’s happened?!  Is everything alright?”
You walked straight into the room, not even bothering to wait for Chan to invite you in.
“It’s my mother.  I can’t find her anywhere.  I assumed she went with a separate wagon party the way she came when we left Lajor, but everyone in the servants’ quarters says they haven’t seen her in hours and I’ve looked everywhere I can think of and - “
“Shh, shh, Y/n calm down, it’s alright,” Chan said, taking your hands in his.  You were full on hyperventilating at this point, your body starting to physically shake with worry.
“I-I just… these past few weeks I almost lost you and then we almost went to war and I can’t handle not knowing where she is.  I just can’t imagine what I’d do if she - ” your voice caught in your throat, unable to bring yourself to say your worst fear.
“I know, I know, but it’s going to be alright,” Chan soothed.  “I’m sure she’s fine and we’ll find her, but you are in no state now to continue looking for her.  Why don’t I ask a few of the guards to keep searching the palace grounds, and I’ll send a rider to Lajor to make sure she would have made it back with us?”
You looked up at him.  “You would do that?”
“Of course, Y/n, this is your mother we’re talking about.  We’ll do everything we need to until you know she’s safe,” he said, guiding you gently with him towards the door, knowing you wouldn’t want to let go of his hand based on the vice-like grip you currently had on it.  He leaned his head out into the hallway, calling for one of the guards stationed at the end and relaying what he wanted done to continue the search for your mother.  All the while you were watching him with an expression of awe and gratitude.  It still surprised you, how he seemed to know exactly what you needed, and even more so that he was willing to do whatever it took to do it for you.  He walked you back into the room, taking the both of you to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Thank you,” you breathed out, still catching your breath from your moment of distress.
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said gently, leaning down, his lips ever so slightly grazing the crown of your head.
You felt a shiver run through you.
“Your Highness,” you lifted your head to say something, hoping to avoid talking about what he had just done, but were stopped in your tracks by the look on his face.
“I was actually hoping to see you tonight.  I need to tell you something, Y/n.  And you might not like what I have to say, but I can’t keep denying it for the rest of my life.  These last few weeks have shown me that I can’t take anything for granted, so I intend to stop right now.”  He paused and stood up, giving you room to stop him if you wanted, but when you remained silent he took that as permission to keep going.
“I’m in love with you.  I think I always have been.  I’m in love with the way you hum that same silly tune to yourself when you’re doing chores.  How you can read a map of any terrain, how you’re not afraid to correct me when I make a mistake while drilling our sword fighting techniques.  I’m in love with the smile you get on your face when you ride through the woods and the way your hair looks when the light shines on it through the trees.”
You were aware your mouth was slightly open, your eyes staring at Chan like a dumbstruck deer, but you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the words he was saying.  You’d always known you still had feelings for him, and could only dream he reciprocated those same feelings.  But hearing him say all the little things you didn’t even notice about yourself, hearing him say he loved you for those things, your mind was at a loss for what to do.
“I love how you care for our people, how you always have their best interests at heart.  How you would be willing to never speak about these feelings I know we both share so as to not jeopardize your ability to serve me, to serve them.  But most of all I love that you see me.  Not the statesman or the fighter or the ruler, just me.”
You made up your mind then.  To hell with the king’s threats, with the questions your mother had asked you about responsibilities and sacrifices.  You had been making the greatest sacrifice of all for the last sixteen years, but no more.
You launched yourself at him, his arms wrapping around you immediately and your lips meeting his.
It was somehow exactly like that night five years ago and nothing like it at all.  You’d both grown in experience since then, having had other partners over the years.  Your lips moved smoother against one another’s, and it was more passionate than it was gentle.  But you felt that same feeling of euphoria glowing inside you, knowing that you were here with him and he was here with you and you were both finally admitting to what you’d always felt but never dared to acknowledge.  You felt yourself sinking into him, willing to let the tide of his love carry you away if it meant you could stay in this moment forever.  Your lips parted from his, Chan titling your head up to look at him.
“I need to hear you say it.  I need to know that you love me, too.”
You took his face in your hands, willing your voice to convey how sincere you were.
“I love you Chris.  I love the way your hair is always ruffled in the morning and that you sing to yourself when you think no one can hear.  I love how you take three cubes of sugar with your tea instead of two.  I love your determination to better yourself and your dedication to better your people.  I love that you have always treated me as an equal.  I love your dimples and your eyes and the way you make me feel safe when my hand is in yours.”  You brought your thumb up to wipe away a single tear that was sliding down his cheek, his eyes shining as he listened to your words.  “It has always been you, Chris.  It will always be you.”
He smiled then, that same blinding smile that had bound you to him from the day you met.  He kissed you again, then began moving his lips down the side of your neck, your head tilting back to allow him more skin.  His hand reached back and in a few quick motions the laces of your bodice were loose enough for your dress to fall off your shoulders.  He kissed downwards over your chest, and your breath hitched as the dress moved lower and lower, eventually dropping to the floor, leaving you almost bare for him.
Your hands came up to thread through his hair as you mocked, “You are entirely too clothed for my liking, Your Highness.”
At that, Chan whipped his shirt over his head, exposing his soft skin and toned abs, then pulled you to him, tone light but face serious. “I never want to have to hear you call me that ever again.”
“Chan,” you laughed, lightly smacking his chest, “what we’re doing right now is staying confined to this room; I’ll still have to call you that in front of everyone else.”
“Fine,” he all but growled, “I will settle for never hearing it in this room.  For now.”  His lips returned to pressing featherlight kisses to your jaw and found your sweet spot below your ear.  A sigh escaped your lips as Chan lifted you up and placed you under him on the bed, your hands roaming over his shoulders and back as he shed the rest of his clothes and removed the final layer separating you from him.  You could feel his hardness against your dripping core and you looked down, holding in a moan when you saw how big he was.
“Ah ah ah,” the prince purred, “I don’t want you to hold anything back tonight.  I have waited so long to have you like this, and I want to hear every sound that falls from your lips.  I want to know how good I make you feel, Y/n.”
Even if you’d wanted to, you couldn't hold back the sinful sound that left you as he brought his mouth to suckle and nip at your breast, his hand reaching down to rub the pads of his first two fingers against your heat.  Slowly, he increased the pace and the pressure as he kissed down your body, bringing his head between your thighs.  You moaned when you felt his tongue lick a long, languid stripe up your core, then brought your hands to tangle in his hair as he stroked small circles against your sensitive bud.  Desperate for him, you pulled his head back up to meet yours, back arching as you whimpered, “Please Chris.”
He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, the feeling of him against your walls far better than you’d ever imagined.  Being this close to him, feeling his cock reach places inside you you hadn’t known could feel this good, the intimacy was almost overwhelming, so you clung to him, reveling in the feeling of being with the man you loved.
“How did I get so lucky?” Chan was whispering, praises falling from his lips.  “Fuck Y/n, you’re so beautiful, an angel, my perfect girl.  Taking me so well, like you were made for me.”
“I was,” you breathed out, “all of me is yours Chris, only yours.”
His thrusts increased then, both of you teetering on the edge of your highs.  You captured his lips in another burning kiss, sealing your love as the ecstasy coursed through you both.  You laid there for a few moments, relishing the weight of his body on yours and the quiet sound of his heartbeat.  Then Chan rose and fetched a cloth to clean you both, your body already starting to succumb to the pleasant exhaustion.
When he returned to the bed you heard his voice whisper one last I love you before you drifted off in his arms.
Runaway  |  Kingdom of Miroh, 28 years ago
The girl had been running for two days.
She’d prepared her knights and her attendant, told them the story she’d fabricated for them to repeat, and paid them handsomely for the trouble she was surely causing them.  Her parents would be frantic, but eventually they would mourn her and move on.  The kingdom would survive without her; in fact, it had to, because she knew nothing would ever make her return, force her to take on a responsibility she never asked for nor wanted.
Only five more miles to the border, she thought.  Then I can start over, be whoever I want to be.
By the time she reached the marker for Gu, she could barely stay upright, having taken as little rations with her as she dared.  She wandered across, hoping some small border town would be close by where she could eat, maybe get some rest.  After another few miles some buildings started to pop up, small cottages and what looked like a market and an inn.  The girl squinted at the prices on the inn’s sign, trying to remember the conversion rate of the currency she’d brought with her.
“Hey!  I saw you come in to town; you look a little lost.  Can I help you find anything?”
The girl realized the voice was talking to her, and turned to see a boy about her age, maybe seventeen, tall with shaggy brown hair, looking at her curiously.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” the boy said.  “It’s just… you seem to be having a little trouble reading the sign and I-I’m uhh... pretty good with numbers; I could help you, if you’d like?”
“Oh umm… yes… p-please… thank you.”
The boy walked closer, the girl showing him the money she had so he could count out the equivalent of the price.  “So, is your family visiting from Miroh?”
The girl balked at his perceptiveness.  Despite all her planning, she hadn’t thought about what she would tell anyone when they asked for her story.  She tried to come up with something quickly, stumbling over her words.  “Umm no, m-my parents are… they’re uhh… they died.”
“Oh, I-I’m sorry to hear that,” the boy said, looking at her sympathetically, and the girl felt like he really meant it.
“Well, umm, here’s what you’ll need for a night’s stay here,” he continued, handing her back the money.  “If you want I can show you a good place to eat that’s close by; you look like you could use a hearty meal.”
Despite knowing him for all of two minutes, the boy seemed trustworthy.  And he was right, she could definitely use some nourishment.
“That sounds nice,” she answered.
“Great!” the boy said, stepping down from the inn’s doorstep and walking towards the village center, the girl following.  “I’m Minhyuk, by the way.  What’s your name?”
“My name’s Julietta.”
Revelations  |  Kingdom of Gu, present day
You awoke, startling for a moment at the unfamiliar surroundings until you remembered what had happened the previous night.  Smiling to yourself, you turned in the sheets, expecting to see Chan laying beside you, but you were met with emptiness on his side of the bed.  You frowned, scooting over and feeling the spot still warm from his body.
He must have only just left, you thought.
You glanced over and noticed a small note sitting on his bedside table, letters written in his artful penmanship.  You picked it up, eyes running over the words.
Good morning my love.  How I wished to have you wake up in my arms, but I’ll only be gone for a few minutes.  I’ve gone to speak with my father about something, and when I return, the whole kingdom will be able to hear my name spoken by your beautiful voice. 
A wave of dread washed over your entire body, threatening to pin you to the spot where you sat.
Chan knew his father could be cold, knew he was a callous man who cared for little more than his own self-interest and what he deemed acceptable.  But you knew he’d always believed maybe he could change the king, could open his heart to the same degree Chan and his mother had shared.  You, however, never saw the man through such rose-colored glasses, having been the recipient of his threats and intimidation too many times to believe he could be redeemed.  And your beloved prince was about to find out the true depths of his father’s loathing towards the relationship you shared.
You sprung into action, body moving without thinking as you dressed in last night’s clothes and ran from his chambers, heading to the throne room.  Maybe you could reach him in time, spare him the pain of hearing his father’s rejection.  You’d have to convince him you didn’t want to bring your relationship public, and he’d be hurt, devastated, but it would be nothing compared to the anguish of what he was about to bring on himself.  Or the punishment he was about to unknowingly inflict on you.
Chan was nowhere to be seen in any of the hallways leading to the throne room.  Your feet moved faster, desperately trying to prevent what was about to happen.  But when you burst through the thick oak doors, you saw Chan kneeling at his father’s feet.  Both men looked up to face you, Chan’s expression one of blissful optimism, his father’s one of knowing anticipation.
You were too late.
“Hello, Y/n,” the king said darkly, mouth morphing into a sneer.  “You already know what he’s asked me, don’t you?”
“Your Majesty… please...”
You shuddered at the sound of your own voice, tone betraying your agony, your fear.
“You never told him, did you?” he questioned, the trace of pity in his voice making you all the more uneasy.
“How could I?” you sighed.
The king nodded contentedly, then motioned for the guards on either side of you.  You felt their hands capture your arms, body going all but slack in their hold.  You couldn’t find the strength to fight anymore.
Chan had stood up and was now looking frantically between you and his father.  “What is the meaning of this?!” he asked, tone laced with bewilderment and shock.
“I’m sorry Chris,” you murmured, heart breaking at the look on his face.
“Christopher,” King Bang said, standing and approaching his son, “do not fear.  I will take care of this disobedient whore and then you will be free of her influence.  I should have never let her remain for as long as I did, look what it has done to you, my ingenuous boy.”
You felt it, the moment Chan realized what his father was implying.  His whole body shifted, backing away from Geun as he spoke, voice void of emotion.
“What did you just say?”
For once the king seemed genuinely surprised, eyebrows raising and voice the tiniest bit unsteady as he answered, “I-I mean, certainly that’s the only reason you would ever come to me with this request.  Clearly this woman has convinced you to denounce what I’ve taught you about tradition, about knowing one’s place, through what means I dare not say; but I don’t blame you Chris, this is my fault.”
Chan stopped moving then, having almost reached your side.  His face contorted into an expression of dismay, of grief, as he shouted.
“Are you really so ignorant, so far removed from reality, that you think my actions are a sign of disloyalty?!  Of neglecting my responsibilities?!  Because they are nothing of the sort.  And even if they were, Y/n would not be responsible for convincing me to do anything.  Your outdated principles and misguided sense of your own virtuosity could have done that on their own!  You were blind to a plot happening in your own palace because of your desire to have me bend to your will, but I won’t let you do it anymore.”
He turned, ordering the guards, “Release her, now!”
“You will do no such thing,” the king’s enraged voice rang out.  “Christopher, you will never get my permission for this.”
He turned back to Geun, eyes furious but voice calm.
“I was not asking, father.  I will marry her.  And I am not betraying you, or our kingdom, or our traditions.  And I’m not doing it because she seduced me.  I’m doing this because I love her.  Because she supports me, and cares for me, and knows our people intimately, probably better than I do.  And because, for my whole life, she has been the only person besides Mother who has ever truly loved me for who I am.  So you’ll have to throw me in prison too if you intend to stop me, because I refuse to be here without her.”
“No!” you yelled, straining against your captors, energy rushing back to your body at his words.  “No, Chris please, you have to let me go!  I’m so grateful we had last night; it was the best night of my life and always will be.  I knew the consequences I might face, and getting to tell you how much I love you was worth every one, but you were never supposed to suffer because of me.  I can’t let you do this.”
Your pleas were interrupted by a herald entering the room.
“Your Majesty - “
‘WHAT?!” King Bang whirled on him, outrage blatantly evident on his face.
While the king was distracted, Chan shoved the guards away from you and took your shaking form into his arms, cradling your head against his chest.  “Y/n, you’ve protected me and sacrificed for me my entire life.  Let me be the one who takes care of you now.”
His whispers stopped when you heard the announcement of the herald.
“His Majesty King Peter Soleil of Miroh is here with his wife, Queen Margaery, as well as one of our palace servants, Julietta, Your Majesty.  They are insisting on an audience with you.”
“Your mother?” Chan questioned, meeting your equally confused face with his own.
The king glanced to where the pair of you stood, rolling his eyes obnoxiously.  “Fine, bring them in.  Let these two have their last embrace before I rid us of her presence.”
The herald opened the doors, and there stood your mother, dressed in a beautiful gown you could tell was made for royalty.  She entered, followed closely by the king and queen of Miroh.  You’d seen them a few times over the years at various palace functions.  They seemed like steadfast and benevolent leaders, reflected in their small kingdom’s reputation for nonviolence and generosity.  In fact, the only turmoil you could remember them being involved in was the disappearance of the crown princess, several years before you were even born.  Not much was known about the circumstances of the disappearance, but it was said the king and queen had never given up hope of finding her.
They came to a stop in the middle of the room, the sovereigns flanking your mother.  Looking at the three of them, you couldn’t deny the resemblance of your mother to the elder two people, and a memory stirred in the back of your mind.
“King Peter, Queen Margaery,” King Bang addressed them tersely, “I would say I am pleased to see you but I am at this moment engaged in a personal matter and would like very much to return to it.  If you could please explain why you have one of my palace servants here with you playing dress up, I would appreciate your cooperation.”
“Certainly,” came King Soleil’s placid reply.  “We are here on a personal matter as well, one that Julietta, and indeed Y/n, are involved in.”
Chan’s arms tensed around you, preparing to defend you against any allegation, any harm or threat or danger to your wellbeing.  But, as had happened once before in that very room, no one was prepared for what the Mirohan king said.
“You see, Julietta is our daughter.  Almost thirty years ago, she left our kingdom, because she felt trapped in a life we had not prepared her for.  Her mother and I should have supported her, should have taught her to confide in us, but we were very different people then, and different rulers too.  We would have done what you are attempting to do to your son, forced her to betray her own self to mold to our will.  However, when she left, we saw how wrong we were, and vowed to do better.  Now, Julietta has come back into our lives for the sake of her daughter, our granddaughter, Y/n.”
Every set of eyes in the room was trained on you, your own frozen wide in disbelief at what was happening.  King Bang seemed to be at a loss for words, having fallen back into his seat on the throne.  Your mother left her parents’ side and walked to you, smiling tentatively.  Chan reluctantly released his hold on you as she took your hand and brought you to stand with her away from the others.
“My dear, I know how much of a shock this must be to you, and I am sorry, so very truly sorry for never telling you,” she said quietly.  “But I was ashamed… When I ran away, I did what I thought I needed to do at the time.  Looking back it may have been reckless, irresponsible and selfish even.  But most importantly, it had been my choice.  And I took that from you, the ability to choose what path you wanted in life.  I thought we would be better off away from the life I grew up in, and for a while we were, with your father.  But when he died, I was adrift and had no idea what to do and somehow we ended up back in a palace and at the whim of an arrogant king, but this time without even an inkling of the power I once held.  I thought about returning with you to my parents then, but how could I be sure you wouldn’t resent me for forcing you into the life I had tried so desperately to escape?  I struggled with my choice for years, until eventually I saw that you were happy with your training with the prince, getting to do all the things you used to do with your father that would have been scorned had you been the one in the boy’s position.  But then I saw the signs of your feelings for him, your realization of the insurmountable barriers that would prevent you from being together, the way you resigned yourself to unhappiness.  I knew I could do something about it, but I had to be sure you were ready to accept the responsibilities that would come with having the ability to be with the man you loved.”
You looked up at her, recalling your conversation at the coronation, and she nodded.  “I am sure now.  Which is why I went back to Miroh, back to my parents and the position I despised a lifetime ago.  Because if I can give you the ability to make this one choice, maybe I can make up for all the other mistakes in my life.”
“Mother... “ you started, wanting to tell her you understood her choices, that you didn’t think they were all a mistake, but were quieted by her hand on your cheek.
“I know you are quick to forgive, just like your father, but let me take responsibility for this.”
You looked back at your grandparents.
“They won’t force you to accept,” Julietta said.  “That was my one condition.”
Your head was spinning with the onslaught of new information.  Searching the room, your gaze locked with Chan’s, reading the utter adoration in his eyes that you knew mirrored your own.  You knew his father would never accept your relationship at your current status.  And despite feeling confident you wanted a chance to make an impact as a ruler, you didn’t know everything about what it would mean to take on this responsibility.  But there was one thing you were absolutely certain of.
You turned back to your mother, squeezing her hand.  “Thank you.”
She led you back to the group, your hand linking with Chan’s as you came to stand beside him and your grandparents.
“We are aware of the young people’s affection for each other…” King Soleil began, but King Bang seemed to have recovered himself enough to realize what the other was about to say.
“That girl will NOT marry my son!”
“Geun,” your grandfather warned, “that girl is my granddaughter, a Mirohan princess.  I strongly suggest you watch your tone when you speak about her in front of me, or anywhere for that matter.  Now, it was already quite unreasonable to want to prevent your son from marrying a woman he loves, but it would be wholly irrational of you to deny a match for the prince to the heir apparent to the throne of Miroh, wouldn’t you say?”
You stood up straighter, feeling Chan’s hand tighten around yours.
The king was silent for a while, but finally gave an acquiescent sigh.  “Very well.”
The two of you smiled but kept your composure, bowing to the king and turning to your grandparents.  They pulled you both in for a hug as you thanked them, saying they were eager to get to know their new grandchildren, and your heart skipped a beat at those words.  You didn’t hear anything else after that, your focus entirely mesmerized by Chan who was pulling you towards the door, your pace quickening before breaking into a run as you left the castle, heading for the stables.  You rounded the building first, then felt him reach around your waist as he gathered you in his arms and spun you around, laughing his brilliant laugh and pulling you close to him as he placed you back on the ground by the pond.
“Does this mean I have to call you “Your Highness” now?” he asked, giggling at your stunned face from the use of the term.
You playfully put your hands up to shove him, but he captured them in his own, kissing your knuckles and bringing your palms to rest on his chest.  You could feel his heart beating as you knelt your head to meet his and heard his soft voice ask.
“Y/n, will you marry me?”
You had never been happier to say yes.
Epilogue  |  Kingdom of Gu, 1 year later
You were standing in front of the mirror, your mother behind you pinning your hair into an extravagant twist when a joking voice came from the door.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”  You turned to see the smiling face of the queen of Lajor.
“Korenna!” you exclaimed, dancing happily in place, too afraid to move while your mother continued her styling as your friend came to sit next to you.
“You look stunning, Y/n, truly.  Chris is going to lose it when he sees you.”
Chris, your mind echoed lovingly.  You’re marrying Chris today.
“And how come I don’t get a hello from my favorite little princess?” you teased.
“Paige is a bit preoccupied practicing her petal tossing abilities with her Uncle Felix,” her sister responded.  “She definitely has the upper hand in technique, but I’m not sure who looked cuter in the flower crown.”
“Speaking of flower crowns,” your mother said, turning you to face her, “Chris left this for you.”
You looked down at her hands where she held a sealed letter, on top of which rested a single wildflower.
Your mother saw the tears prick in your eyes and started to gather up her things, motioning to Korenna.  “Let’s give Y/n a moment before the ceremony while we - Oh! Your Majesty, my apologies, I didn’t see you there.”
You turned to see King Bang milling awkwardly at the entrance of the room.  Putting the gift from Chan down, you ushered your mother and Korenna out then came to sit in front of his father.
The two of you had avoided each other as much as possible over the last year, which hadn’t exactly been hard since you had moved with your mother to Miroh to catch up on all the instruction you’d missed these past twenty-three years.  You’d seen him at the Four Kingdom Competition and at various dinners and balls, but Chan always made it a point to keep you as far away from him as possible.  You weren’t going to complain about it to your fiance, but you’d almost wished he’d let the two of you talk, tension clearly still lingering between you.  And though this visit was unexpected, considering you were going to be family after today, now seemed just as good a time as any.
“What can I do for you, Your Majesty?”
“Actually, Y/n, I-I came here to apologize,” the king said, his voice sounding almost as taken aback as you felt.  “I have spent my whole life avoiding saying that phrase, but I realize now you are one of the few people I feel I really must say it to.”  He took a deep breath before he continued.  “I’m sorry for the death of your father, I’m sorry for my insults and threats over the years, and I’m sorry for trying to keep you and Christopher from being together.  I had no right to try to do that, whether you were noble-born or not.”  He paused, and you could tell it was getting harder for him to keep his voice steady.  “After my wife died… I had this blind rage I felt towards everyone, but especially towards you, and when I finally took the time to analyze it, I realized I had been jealous.  Jealous of your skill and your talent, but mostly jealous of my son’s devotion to you.  This year has shown me that I was wrong to think his love for you would turn him away from me or his responsibilities; in fact, his happiness at being with you has only strengthened our relationship and made him a more present, more thoughtful ruler.  So I came to apologize, and to thank you for bringing the light back to my son’s eyes.”
You were stunned, but grateful, and the king seemed to read that in the expression on your face.  “You don’t need to say anything,” he said, standing up and heading for the door, “I just wanted you to know.”
You stopped him before he could leave, placing a hand on his arm.  “Thank you.���
He nodded and shut the door, leaving you alone.  You turned your attention back to the envelope on the desk and gently opened it, unfolding the paper in one hand and holding the blossom in the other.
Y/n,
Since the beginning, my love for you has grown like the roots of a flower.  Even on this day, we are but tiny buds, only just beginning to sprout.  I look forward to every day we’ll spend in the garden, tending to our love until we reach full bloom.  And just as flowers slowly fade, may we grow old together, enjoying the memories of those sunny days when we used to ride through the meadows we planted.  Know that my love for you will remain long after our petals are reclaimed by the earth, my beautiful wildflower.
Yours forever,
Chris
You held back the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, placed the flower in your hair behind your ear with trembling hands, and walked out to meet your mother standing at the entrance to the courtyard.
She took your arm in hers as you made your way to the aisle.  You saw Minho and Felix on the right, both grinning from ear to ear, and Korenna and Paige on the left, the younger’s sparkling dress and tiny braid matching the elder’s.  And in the center you saw Chan, looking to be on the verge of tears, but his blinding smile on full display.  Your mother walked you to him, your gown glinting in the light of the setting sun.  He took your hand in his and held it while the priest recited the hymns and blessed your marriage, pronouncing you husband and wife.
Later, while the celebration was in full swing inside the ballroom, the two of you made your way out to the balcony.  He took you into his arms, both of you swaying to the music floating out on the breeze.
“You look breathtaking tonight,” Chan whispered.
“You told me that earlier, Your Highness,” you responded, wiggling your eyebrows at the term he used to hate, recalling the conversation you’d had the first time you shared a dance on the balcony.
“I know,” he said smiling, catching on to your words.  “I wanted to tell you again.”
You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him before whispering, “We’re married.”
“I know that too,” he responded, the two of you giggling and bringing your foreheads together.  He reached up to tuck your hair that had come loose behind your ear, revealing the flower, and you let the feeling of peace wash over you, knowing you had a lifetime together.
“I love you, Chris.”
“I love you too, Y/n.”
{end}
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Love Story
Draco X Reader
Request: @dracofeltonmalfoy​: your heart breaks at seventeen when you realize that Draco doesn’t love you enough to not marry his betrothed, Astoria. It’s years later and though you’re still hesitant and bitter about what occurred, you still answer the call that Ginny makes to you to help Draco. 
A/n: Look at me posting!! And during midterm week no less!! Thank you so much for this request! (I promise I’m getting to the rest of them). And can I say that I am in love with grown up Draco? Like yes ma’am I’ll take them all. Maturity is attractive. Let me know what you think! I love y’all so much. 
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“You don’t understand,” Draco paced the small room. “I have to marry her,”
“Sure,” I spat. “Marry Astoria. I don’t give a damn anymore Malfoy,” I hadn’t used his last name in such a malice tone in years. I could see the effect that it had on him, his face fell.
“Don’t say that,” He begged softly, “Please, I love you,”
“But not enough,” I raised an eyebrow at him. “What happened to everything that we planned? All of the things you promised me? Where did that Draco go?” My voice became thick with tears. “No, you’re so paranoid about your reputation... I’m not waiting around for you to figure out who you want or who you want to follow. I don’t care.” A heavy silence and I had decided. “Have a nice life, Draco.”
“Y/n,” He called as I stood to leave.
“No,” I snapped. “Just... no. I deserve more than this.” 
“I know,” He confessed in a small voice.
That was the last time I spoke to Draco Malfoy in years. At first, I was okay with it. I felt free. I had moved on, found someone new that made what he did to me hurt a bit less. It wasn’t the same, nor what I felt when I was with Draco, but it was enough for the moment. He didn’t last long, and my heart still waited for Draco on some nights, but I had grown up. I had grown confident. I was independent. I didn’t need anyone to tell me they loved me because I loved me. And that was enough. I had healed from having to walk away or face being cut off forever.
I assumed that Draco was happy. His union with Astoria was in the paper. The invitation I received was burned. Why he’d think to invite me left me aggravated and loathing him more than before. But that night I was weak. I cried for Draco Malfoy that night. I almost went. But I refrained. I knew nothing would change even if I did go, so I’d rather be left wondering than left crushed.
The next time I saw Draco’s name in the paper, it was splashed across the front page. A scandal that Skeeter couldn’t wait to publish and get her hands on. Astoria Malfoy caught in an affair with Blaise Zabini. I saw Draco’s stoic face, and though the image moved, and the small child in his arms squirmed, he remained static. I threw the paper down because though it was just a photograph, his eyes still bore into mine, in the same pleading look that he gave me before I left him. I wonder if he knew that I see the photo.
I wonder if he knew that I still loved him even after all these years.
And I had no intention of crossing paths with him. Though I thought about it. A lot. And maybe I had actually written the letter before I burned it... but I decided that no. I was not interfering with his life.
I just never thought that he’d interfere with mine. Well, Harry interfered with my life. Well, Ginny did.
Ginny and I got lunch every once in a while, to catch up along with Hermione. Now that our Hogwarts days and the war was over, an amity fell between the three of us. And it was nice to see some old faces that didn’t cause my heart to rabbit trail into painful memories.
It was a phone call that I had gotten that interfered with my quaint Friday night. 
“Are you in town?” Ginny’s voice sounded strained and frantic.
“Yes, why?” I set down my book, standing.
“Can you come over? We... have a situation...” She voiced.
“What sort of situation?” I pressed, going looking for my shoes and cloak. “Harry just did a spell wrong and now he can’t speak English situation or Ron and Harry tried to do something stupid on their brooms and need medical attention sort of situation?” I teased lightly.
“It relates more to the former...” Ginny sounded almost hesitant to give me details. Her voice was suddenly far from the receiver and muffled. “No, Scorpius, put that down! Harry! No don’t encourage him!” That caught my attention.
“Ginny, what in Merlin’s name!?” I demanded.
“Please just get over here, you were better than we were at potions,”
“Ginny,” I baited.
“Thank you!” Was all she got out and I heard a crash before the line disconnected.
Utterly shocked and standing in deafening silence I let out a frustrated growl. After grabbing my carpet bag of miscellaneous counter curses, antidotes, and talismans I took the Floo network to the Potter’s.
And the sight before me was something that I would not have ever imagined. Draco was slung over Harry’s shoulder, looking intoxicated and completely out of it. Nothing like the cold refined man that I knew him to be. Then Scorpius was running around with Albus all trying to be corralled by James and Ginny while Lily laughed in the background, sitting on the counters.
Deciding that Harry could help with the children more than I could, I rushed to his side and took Draco off his hands, supporting him.
“What’s wrong with him?” I bit out, watching as Harry scooped up Albus as Ginny swooped in and caught Scorpius.
“Nothing, well, he’s been drugged but we’re sure it should wear off in a few hours.” Harry appeased, almost nonchalant.
“Drugged?” I demanded, leading Draco to a well-loved recliner.
“I’m finnnnne,” Draco slurred, his fine blond hair hanging into his eyes in a complete mess. “You have such pretty eyes Y/n,” Draco’s head lulled back against the recliner back as his half- opened eyes gazed into mine.
“Yeah, okay,” I smiled sweetly and gave an alarming look to Ginny—Harry having disappeared into the house with the three other children. “You’ve got to be bloody joking,” I hissed, nearing her.
“I know! Harry was filming him. You should have heard him on the way over. Wouldn’t shut up about you.”
“Get him upstairs.” I begged, exasperated and rubbing my face. “I’m going to find Harry.”
“What? Why?” Ginny’s eyebrows furrowed as she set Scorpius down now that he was calmed with the lack of the other children.
“Because no one makes fun of Draco!” I shouted, not realizing the depth of my words, or how much I sounded like I did back at Hogwarts... when Draco loved me.
Ginny and I both seemed to grasp this as I went red and sighed, going to find Harry. After throwing his phone out the third-floor window, I headed back down a level to where Ginny had taken Draco to a spare room. I found Draco asleep in the bed and Ginny leaning against the doorjamb.
“He’s still asking for you,” Ginny muttered. “He wants to know where the ‘fairest maiden has gone and when will she return’” She raised an eyebrow at me.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned, distressed. “How am I supposed to deal with him like this?”
“You probably know better than any of us.” Ginny pointed out. “Isn’t there a counter curse? Or something that you have or know?”
“In all my years I’ve seen nothing close to this. It’s like he’s drunk and on Veritaserum and Amorentia and believe me there is no legal potion out there with that sort of affect.”
“So... what do we do with him?” She asked.
“Wait it out? That’s all I know to do.” I paused. “I’ll stick around and make sure he doesn’t start to die or anything... but I can’t fix him,”
Ginny nodded and gave me a pity look. “Are you going to be okay?”
“That is not the question to ask right now,” I muttered, shrugging off my cloak. “Go on up to Harry and your little ones. Make sure Scorpius is alright, I’ll look after him,”
“If you need anything,” She baited.
“I’ll call,” I smiled.
Alone in the room, I sighed and stared at him before heading to the edge of the bed and sitting gently on the edge.
“Draco?” I asked softly, trying to hide the hurt that sparked in my chest. 
“Y/n, my fair maiden,” He slurred, trying to get up.
“No, no, you need to lie down,” I scolded, pushing him back down, pressing my hand to his forehead—he didn’t have a fever.
“As my lady commands.” He mumbled, causing me to withdraw my touch.
“Don’t.” I inhaled sharply. “You need to sleep Draco. You need to get better.”
“I’m already better with you here,” A dopey smile crossed his face.
“Oh my god Draco!” I snapped, standing, pacing the small room. “Stop saying things like that! You don’t mean them, and I don’t want to hear it!”
When I didn’t get a response from him, I looked over and he was fast asleep at an awkward angle. Sighing, I brushed the stray strands of silky hair from his face and slowly righted him, taking off his shoes and socks positioning him in the center of the bed. After I laid a blanket over him, I sat in the lone chair that was in his room and taking my book from my bag, started again.
It neared eleven at night, and he still hadn’t woken back up. My book finished, I sighed again and stood, stretching. Leaving his room, I saw Harry nodding off in his chair downstairs, Scorpius in his arms, also asleep.
“To bed with you,” I smiled, helping him up.
“Draco?”
“Still asleep.” I informed. “I’m gonna change and I’ll be back to watch him.” 
_______________________
Draco blinked, his head pounding, trying to keep up with the blurred image around him. The first thing he noticed was the blanket over him and his shoes were gone and that you were asleep in the chair next to his bed and this bed was most certainly not his—neither were you for that matter. His memory was fuzzy, and he didn’t remember much, and he didn’t like not remembering.
In an attempt to get up, he woke you, not sure why some part of him cared. He didn’t ask to be taken care of like a child. He processed that he was at the Potter’s for some godforsaken reason, and that you were next to him. Some part of him wished he was just having a really awful nightmare.
“Draco?” You asked sleepily.
Who else would it be?
“Yes,” He spoke quietly.
“Are you... you again?” You mumbled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He snapped, defensive that you were there, or anywhere near him. The nightmare continued.
“You were drugged... were acting weird for a while... I had to throw Harry’s phone out a window.” Your words made some sense... except the last part.
“Why would you do that?” He mused, enjoying your half-asleep state.
“He recorded you... was making fun of you... wasn’t right...” You stretched and rubbed your face yawning.
“I see,” There was a pang in his heart at your words. Something reminiscent in them. Maybe this wasn’t a nightmare after all.
You nodded and stood, staggering slightly. “How long have you been there?”
“What time is it?” You asked weakly. 
“Five in the morning,”
“Mhmm... twelve hours? Finished my book.” You gestured vaguely and yawned again. “M’gonna head back home.”
You started to walk towards the door and almost fell. He was there to catch you though. Your hands clutched at his shirt, running the fabric through your fingertips.
“Okay, yeah. You’re going to stay right here,” Draco muttered. “Because I am not dragging you down those stairs or back home.”
“I’m fine, I’ll get Ginny to take me home,” You yawned gesturing vaguely, your eyes still didn’t open all the way.
“No, you’re not. You’re sleep deprived, and whereas I can handle it, you can’t.” However long he had been asleep—twelve hours apparently—had given him enough rest to be completely awake and alert.
“You’re bossy.”
He chuckled at your sleep ridden words and moved you to his bed, tucking you under the blanket he had been under. You smiled and inhaled them deeply, relaxing instantly. He wondered why you thought of him as a reason to relax.
When he got up to leave, your eyes opened partly.
“Where are you going? You need to rest more. You were drugged.” 
“I’ve dealt with worse drugs Y/n,”
“Mmm I don’t think you’ve ever been like that. I’ve seen you high and drunk and that was... something else.” You mumbled. “Please rest Draco. Stay with me and sleep.”
Your words were like daggers to his heart. Were you aware that you were saying them? Surely you couldn’t be, because surely you wouldn’t ever mean them. It had been too long since you ever murmured those words.
“Am I not allowed to find to where my son has gone?” He mused, knowing you’d let him go for that and then be too far into sleep to notice that he didn’t come back.
You hummed in agreement he supposed. Just as he went to close the door, he heard you jumbled words again.
“Why would you say that?” There was hurt and confusion in your tone. “Why would you...?”
Not knowing whatever that was about, Draco closed the door softly behind him and sighed. He felt disgusting. He wanted nothing more than a warm bath and some fresh clothes and for Merlin’s sake a comb. But those things would have to wait, because bright blue eyes blinked up in the early morning as they always did.
“Good morning my little birdie,” Draco smiled, pulling Scorpius into his arms. “Quite a change of scenery here isn’t it?” He mused, to a nodding giggling Scorpius.
“Draco, you’re awake,” The tired voice belonged to Ginny, who sounded surprised even in her weary state.
“I am,” A quiet pause. “Thank you... I’m not quite sure what happened last night but...”
“Do you have any memory at all?” Ginny asked, taking out a jar of applesauce, setting a bowl and spoon for Scorpius.
“I... no. I was at the Gala, next thing I know, I wake up and Y/n is asking if I’m me again,” Draco thanked her and began to spoon feed Scorpius the apple puree.
“Are you, you?” Ginny asked, leaning against the counter before setting off to brew a pot of coffee.
“Quite,” He clipped. “What does that even mean? What happened last night?”
Unbridled terror set in Draco’s chest as Ginny recounted the night back to him. The only thing that kept him from breaking something was the toddler in his arms, clinging to him.
“I... I was asking for Y/n?” Draco asked, his voice shaking.
“Honey, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say even intoxicated and drugged, you knew she’d be there for you,” Ginny raised her eyebrow at him. “You wanna explain that?”
Draco shot her a cold look and went back to aiding Scorpius eat. Maybe that had been why you asked why he would say something like that... and that was a valid and honest question: why would he? He had gotten over you. That was that. He moved on.
Not that he loved Astoria. No, he could never see her as more than someone who drove you away from him. And perhaps that was the reason behind her affair. Maybe it was because she knew that he didn’t love her, and she didn’t love him. Some part of him wished that she had just been honest with him... then it wouldn’t be such gossip in the Wizarding World. They could have divorced and gone on their own ways. But perhaps not. The marriage was arranged. It would take more than a divorce to end it. Perhaps the scandal was for the best after all.
“Thank you for your hospitality, but I’m afraid I have to go,” Draco said softly. 
“Draco,” Ginny chided. “You can’t just leave her here,”
“I can do as I please,” Draco snapped harshly before remembering himself. “Thank you, once more,”
Draco only hesitated when he went to fetch his shoes from the spare room, and caught sight of you sleeping soundly, a soft smile on your face. Something in his chest distorted a bit more.
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I woke in the late morning, semi remembering why I was at Ginny’s, then it all came flooding back. I didn’t even have to ask where Draco had gone because I knew he had gone. I knew he’d leave at the first chance he’d get.
Apologizing and thanking Ginny, I headed back home to shower and don clean clothes. Ginny gave me a worried look and said to call if I needed anything. I assured her I was fine and wasn’t going to have an emotional breakdown. Crying while I showered meant nothing.
I was fine.
Monday at work, Harry found me in the staff room fixing a cup of tea.
“You’re going to have to talk to him eventually,” Harry nudged my shoulder as we stood at the mini coffee bar, not even having to specify who he thought I should speak to.
“I’m not gonna follow him around like a lost puppy Harry, I’m done with that.” I shifted the weight on my feet. “He’s grown, he can handle himself,”
“Well I get that, but you can... act human at least. You’re shutting him out completely.” Harry pointed out. “And I don’t think either of you want that,”
“I wouldn’t know what he wanted,” I sighed in vain. “It’s not that easy Harry,” I pressed, cradling my mug in my hands. “I haven’t worried about him before, why should I now?”
“Because when he was drugged all he could do was ask for you and you dropped everything to make sure he was alright and slept in a chair for a night to keep an eye on him?” Harry raised an eyebrow.
“And maybe it was the drug and maybe I’m a decent person,” I refuted.
“All I’m saying I’ve been his work partner for a better half of five years and I’ve never seen him like this. He’s shutting everyone else out since the affair... everyone but you,” Harry’s green eyes reaffirmed his words.
I stared at my tea and didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to believe Harry’s words. I didn’t want to entertain the idea that maybe there was something left between Draco and I. But no matter how much I didn’t want to, I still thought about it all day during work, despite my best efforts.
How fitting it was that it was raining as I stepped onto the London street. Typical of London, no doubt, but it seemed as a sign all the same. Going to cast a shielding charm I froze when I saw in my peripheral pale skin and near white hair. I tried not to pay him any mind, but it seemed that whatever intentions I had were stopped by the words Harry had said earlier. My eyes wandered out to the city streets as rain started to fall slightly harder.
“Y/n?” Draco called my attention, his use of my name barely having any life in it.
“Yes?” I tore my attention away from the view.
“It’s raining,”
“Stellar observation,” I commented, remembering my shielding charm, creating an umbrella over me.
“Perhaps you would like to get out of it?” His voice was hesitant. “I suppose I do owe you for Friday night,”
That caught my attention and I finally turned to look at him. His was reserved, guarded. Yet there was something in his eyes that he couldn’t hide. A hope. A wish. A fantasy that I had written myself out of.
“You don’t owe me anything,” I finally whispered.
A sad sort of smile played at his lips. His eyes still didn’t leave mine as if we were transfixed on another, the stars wishing us to remain connected.
Screw the stars.
“Have a nice evening,” I ushered out before Apparating back home.
It was that night that I gave in. For the first time in almost ten years I gave in. There was a small fabric box tucked into my closet, collecting dust. Green and black with silver engravings. Tears streaming down my face, I sat on my bedroom floor and opened it.
It was every letter he wrote me. I should have burned them long ago, but I never did.
~
My Dearest, Y/n,
In the midst of this darkness, you are the only light I need. I’d face a world full of demons for the sake of you, my angel. I know it is dark now, and this path isn’t ideal, but I will fight for you, I will fight with you. Stand by my side my dearest angel. Be the fairytale maiden in this narrative and let me be your hero. I’ll never leave you, my love. And when morning light comes, I shall be in your arms again and my world will be complete.
Look after my heart, I’ve left it with you, 
Your Draco
~
My Beloved, Y/n,
Do you know what my paradise would be? You and me, away from it all. Free and able to love and live freely. Rainy days and warm cups of tea. Even without a fire to keep us warm, the warmth of your smile will keep me from freezing even on the coldest night. And though it may be nothing more than you reading a book or watching the sun rise, you’d be my goddess, the reason I existed, the one that I praised and prayed to each morning and evening. My paradise would be you and I, in a heaven of our own when I could worship you in every way, in every language known to man.
Your Draco
~
My Darling, Y/n,
How this summer grows longer with every day that passes. I wish that I weren’t away in Paris having to accompany my parents. I’d much rather be in your arms. And each night I watch the stars and the moon, knowing that you are doing the same. We are watching the same moon after all, no matter how far apart we are. That gives me more hope that you are true, and not a dream that I’ve let run wild.
And just as the night that I could not see the moon because of the clouds, I know that even now, though I do not see you, I know you are still there and that you still love me. You are my moon, my darling. You are my stars, my night sky. You hold every bit of majesty and wonder as they do.
I shall be back soon my love, 
Your Draco
~
Though the pile of unread letters was still tall, my vision was blurred by tears and heart wrenching sobs that broke from my chest. Hugging my knees and hiding my face in my arms, I wept. For the first time in years, I let myself mourn Draco Malfoy. For the love that I had for him. For the love that we shared. For the boy I knew in Hogwarts and for the man I resented. For the Draco Malfoy that called to me while drugged and inebriated. For the Draco Malfoy who had tried to make amends. For the Draco Malfoy I had turned down.
I mourned the girl in the mirror as well. For her broken jaded heart. For the years she spent alone and in denial. I mourned the girl who would still do anything for him if he’d only ask. I mourned the girl who was tired of trying to be strong on her own. I mourned the girl who craved companionship even though she was confident in herself.
I cried for the lovers in the letters. I held them close to my chest and cried. Tears dripped off of my cheeks and onto the faded aged parchment. Senseless words left my lips as I tried to rationalize these emotions. As I tried to make sense of this feeling—something that I had neglected for too long.
The hour was late as my fire burned lower and lower in my hearth. I sat curled up under a blanket on the floor with a mug of tea. Watching the flames, I let myself reminisce about the past. About Draco. About what could have been. A small smile lingered on my lips as gentle tears fell occasionally.
The rest of the week, I didn’t run into Draco. Not that I sought him out. Or that our departments ever crossed. Or that I cared.
I did however run into a former Malfoy in Diagon Alley a week after having to babysit Draco. 
“Astoria,” my voice was calm and gentle as rage lurked beneath.
“Y/n,” she seemed almost happy to see me as she came forward to hug me. My cold step back stopped her, her eyes finding my judgemental gaze. Her demeanor changed. 
“Of all the people I know, I thought you’d understand,” her voice was guarded and hurt.
“Thought I’d understand?” I nearly gasped, surprised at my anger towards her. “I know Draco like I know my own mind. I hope you’re happy because you’ll never find someone that trusting and kind again.” Our glares combatted another as tension grew between us.
“You walked out on him same as I did.” She accused. “Who do you think had to pick him up from that?” Her words were sharp as I took a breath in.
“I walked away because he had to marry you!” I snarled. “I’d never walk out on him if I had another choice!” We were starting to draw attention of passersby. I didn’t really care. “I chose his happiness over mine,”
“Oh really?” She didn’t seem convinced.
“I chose your happiness over mine, even.” I realized. “He had to get married. He had to marry rich. A pureblood. Someone his parents approved of. He desperately wanted their approval...” my voice fell as the memories came flooding back. “That made him happy back then, doing what he thought was right...”
“You should be thanking me then!” Astoria exasperated. “I gave him his happiness!”
“Are you serious?” I demanded. “You broke his heart! You left him with a child alone! You publicly humiliated him! In clearing your name from the Malfoy’s you’ve ruined his life! And you think he’s happy now!?”
“How about we ask him?” She countered; her gaze fixed on someone in the distance.
I whirled around, meeting curious jaded blue eyes as he strolled down the lane. 
“Draco,” The soft gasp left my lips.
“What’s the meaning of this?” His voice was calm despite the firmness it held as he addressed me, not Astoria.
“Nothing,” I answered softly. “It’s nothing,”
“Sure, defend his honor and call it nothing,” Astoria sneered.
“You don’t get to talk,” I snapped, turning back to her. “You’ve done enough.”
“Y/n,” Draco chided softly, taking a place beside me. “I can handle this,”
“Draco,” I argued, looking up at him only to be silenced by a steady pleasing gaze from his eyes.
“Astoria,” He finally greeted, and I could see his guard go up. There was a warning in his single word and something passed between them.
“Draco,” She nodded then turned to leave without another word. He went to leave as well, and I caught his arm.
“Draco, hang on,” I called.
As he faced me, a sadness lingered in his eyes. I wondered about Harry’s words and how he was shutting everyone out. Everyone but me.
“If that offer is still open...” I tested. “I’d love to get out of the rain with you,”
Calculations ran through his eyes and I could see each one. For a moment I thought my request was a lost cause. That he was about to turn me down as I turned him down not a few days ago. Our eyes locked and the stars seemed to draw us back together. Now... now I felt something different. Something new in my heart towards Draco. It wasn’t what it had been before, but something morphed, changed, unyielding.
“Alright,” He nodded with a sigh.
“If you don’t want to... you don’t owe me anything Draco,” I rushed out, taking a small step back.
“Publicly defending my honor might count for something,” He mused softly. “Shall we?”
“I think I mentioned tea,” A soft chuckle left my lips as we entered Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor.
“This is a favorite of Scorpius’,” Draco murmured. “I’ve grown accustomed to it...” He paused. “You used to like it as well,” A small smirk lingered on his face. “Has that changed?”
“No,” I admitted, flushing a bit pink.
“Butter pecan, waffle cone?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Waffle bowl,” I amended. “I’m not a child,”
“Oh, I’m sure,” He let out a soft laugh and ordered for the two of us. He hadn’t changed either, he still chose mint chocolate chip in a sugar cone.
“So, where’s Scorpius, he’s not old enough for Hogwarts, is he?” I asked as we sat at a small table outside.
“Merlin, no,” Draco chuckled. “He’ll be six in January, and at the moment he’s with my mother. She watches him while I’m away at work,” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“How’s he doing with—um...” I asked timidly,
Draco’s smile sobered as his gaze dropped to the table to the used napkins that had gotten the stickiness off of our hands and left colorful wrappings from the cones.
“Or not,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It wasn’t my place,”
“Still the apologetic I see,” A sad sort of smile hit his lips. “And he’s taking it hard... harder than I am, I think. I knew she didn’t love me... I don’t think he ever understood it all...”
“I’m so sorry,” I offered.
He shot me an amused look.
“I mean it,” I insisted. “It’s not fair for either of you...” 
“Thank you,” Genuine gratitude held in his voice.
“Oi, Malfoy! Lunch ended twenty minutes ago!”
I heard a familiar voice and turned to see Harry walk into the small shop. As soon as Harry saw me sitting across from Draco, his demeanor changed and a grin grew on his face as if to say: ‘I told you so,’ but to which one of us I wasn’t sure.
“Hi Y/n,” Harry said cheerfully.
“Not a word, Potter,” Draco and I said simultaneously before catching the other’s gaze. Harry and I began to laugh, and I heard the gentle sound of Draco’s true laughter—something he rarely did, even when I knew him, but I cherished the sound all the same.
“I’m glad you two got to catch up, I am, but Draco, Mulligan has my arse because you’re missing,” Harry air-quoted the last word.
Sighing, Draco stood. “Y/n,” Was all he said as a goodbye before he and Harry set off.
I sat and stared at the empty space he left for a while, wondering what was going on between us. Was something going on between us? My heart said yes but my mind said no. I had forfeited the right to have anything with him. I walked away.
But still I wondered.
The next morning my phone kept chiming. Again, and again it wouldn’t stop with notifications and calls. I groaned and grabbed it off my beside table and squinted at it. A lot of the notifications were from friends and people I rarely talked too. One of them was from Ginny. I opened that one.
“How was your date?” It read and showed a picture of Draco and me at the ice cream parlor yesterday. We looked happy. The headline read:
Malfoy Moving On? Head Auror Caught with Old Classmate Sweetheart After Scandal
Then it dawned on me. This made the news. National news.
Scrolling through my phone, I found a number that I had but never called before. I had gotten it from Harry and Ginny long ago for emergences if Harry got injured on a case. I don’t think he knows I have it.
“Hello? Auror Malfoy,” A slightly tired voice answered, and it drew a smile on my lips before I remembered why I called.
“Draco,” I began, not knowing how to start this conversation.
“Y/n? How did you get my number?” In his weariness his tone was a lot harsher and blunt. His words stung.
“Harry gave it to me in case I needed it if something went wrong on one of your cases,” I explained softly. “I can delete it if you want... I was just wondering if you’ve seen this morning’s paper yet,”
“I have not,” He replied.
“Oh,” Anxiety grew in my chest. “Call me when you do?” I squeaked out. “Or don’t. Yeah, bye,” I quickly hung up and screamed at the ceiling, throwing my phone across the room. “Stupid Draco Malfoy!” I shouted at no one. Staring at the ceiling I wasn’t aware of how long I sat there.
Then my phone started ringing across the room. Of course, it was Draco.
“Hello?” I answered timidly.
“When can you be at the Manor? We need to talk,” Nothing scared me more than those four words.
“I—uh... half an hour?” I fumbled for words. “Draco—” The line disconnected. “Draco!” I yelled in frustration.
My body trembled as I got ready, knowing that that last time we had “talked” had ended our relationship and set us on different paths. I hoped to the stars that that wouldn’t happen again. I... I liked having Draco in my life. I wanted to be there for him, because according to Harry, I was the only one he would let in. Then there was the matter of whatever happened the night he was wasted and calling for me.
Taking the Floo network, I stepped into Malfoy Manor—a place I hadn’t been in over ten years. Draco was waiting for me in the grand foyer, appearing quite unkept, his hair a rumpled mess and his dress shirt still untucked, the tie hanging loosely around his neck.
“Hello,” I offered softly.
He hummed a greeting and motioned for me to follow him. I thought that I was going to throw up with the amount of anxiety bubbling in my stomach. I didn’t like this at all.
Leading me into the grand kitchen he nodded to the island bar where two mugs of tea had been set out. My heart panged as I looked at the warm liquid that held the right hue of creaminess and I wondered if Draco remembered how I took my tea after all this time.
“I’m having Mulligan and Granger take care of it,” was all he said as he took a careful sip of his tea, his gaze fixed upon the newspaper on the counter before us.
“Take care of it?” I pressed, frowning.
“The photos. The newspapers.” He filled in.
“No, I get that,” I almost rolled my eyes, “But why? It’s just gossip...” 
“Why?” Draco almost snapped. I looked to my tea ashamed. He took a breath. 
“Do you regret it? Yesterday?” I barely spoke.
“Why would I?” He acted if I were the insane one here, “We went out. We enjoyed each other’s company. It was fine.”
“Then why would you tell Mulligan to— “
“I didn’t.” He stopped me. “He told me he was doing it. He was supposed to have stopped it from ever happening.”
“You knew. You knew this was going to happen,”
“Yes, or something like it, and I tried to stop it. The press has been... unforgiving of my name and business as of late and I didn’t want to drag anyone else into it,”
I nodded and looked down till I heard him sigh.
“Especially not you,” He tacked on.
“What?” My sleep deprived brain was trying to catch up.
Draco pursed his lips and stared at the photo of us smiling at another on the front page.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I do believe that I have forfeited the right to ask anything of you or hope to include you into my life in any way,” Melancholy riddled his words and my heart fell as I yearned to reach out for him.
“So, you’ve been avoiding me?” I didn’t understand the frustration I felt. “I... You—God above Draco.” I hissed. “Why don’t you let my make that choice myself? I forfeited that right just as much as you did,”
“I don’t see how,”
“I walked away from you... I made that choice.” 
“But did you have a choice?” Draco countered softly.
I didn’t have a response for that. Not a good one that I could defend well. Sure, I could claim I did and that I made the choice... but back then, our hands were tied. There was fear and war and uncertainty, and perhaps I didn’t have a choice after all.
He spoke before I had the chance to form a sound argument.
“As you know work with Harry as well.”
“Yes,” I acknowledged.
“And that a week ago Friday was a bit of a disaster for the both of us,”
“Wouldn’t be one of my least favorite nights, but a disaster... sure.” I drawled, raising an eyebrow. He ignored my taunt and pressed on.
“Harry suggested that I take you out to make it up to you. Hence the invitation that one day and then our date yesterday,” His explanation made me pause.
“That was a date?” I asked, anxiety growing in my chest of where this could go.
“I mean... it fit all the perimeters of a date.” He was testing the waters as much as I was.
I let out a short laugh.
“I suppose it did,” I nodded to the paper in front of us.
“He also said that perhaps I shouldn’t have to be inebriated to figure out and express my emotions toward you—or anyone for that matter,” He tacked on, a mumbled mess.
“I... you—”
“You asked me why I would say something like what I said,” Draco gave, pressing on, not giving me a moment to process. “I doubt you remember it—you were half awake—but... No matter how much I’ve lost the right and privilege, I want you in my life, Y/n. Apart of it, if you’re willing,”
They talked about time freezing around you and how everything comes into focus. And that there are moments when all of the heartache and pain will one day count for something, and perhaps this was it. This was that moment. That point that I could make all of the pain and tears mean something beautiful. Something not quite new, but no longer old and forgotten.
“I... I want you in my life too,” I whispered the confession. “It’s... it’s really nice... to have you back,” My gaze dropped to the counter and the tea in my hands as guilt pierced through me.
“Can... can you ever forgive me? For all the hurt and pain I’ve caused you? Have I done too much that there’s no hope?”
“I... I never blamed you.” I admitted. “Or if I did, I don’t now. But Draco, we’re both different people now. I... I need your patience. Because as much as I want to say yes, I... I don’t know. I don’t know what hurts are going to come back up or what scars might reopen... If you’re willing to deal with that...”
“If you’re willing to deal with the rumors and gossip and stuffy life that I lead... I’ll wait a thousand lifetimes for you to be ready again,”
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The kindness and forgiveness in your eyes brought him back. Way back. To the Yule Ball when you had been introduced to him. It was a dance of formalities and posture. He knew that you were a bit of a flirt, but after spending time with you, he could see that your bright over-friendly personality earned you such a reputation.
When Draco was younger, when he was at Hogwarts, when you were by his side, he thought he knew three things that would never change.
The first was that he was a Malfoy. He had to marry rich, marry whoever his parents picked out for him. There was no debate about that. It was the way things were. Keep the pureblood line going and the wealth in the family, if not expound upon it. He was the only son of his parents and it was his duty to carry the name on, carry it higher. He was a Malfoy.
The second was that as soon as he saw your face, that all changed. There was no one quite like you. He had never met anyone who matched him heart and mind and yet somehow you were kind and gentle at the same time. Your intelligent eyes that made him forget his name. He knew there would never be a day that he didn’t love you. That freedom you gave. He loved you.
And thirdly: he was betrothed to Astoria Greengrass.
That was about a decade ago. Now, only one of those things held true. Blinking away the memories and thoughts, he met your intelligent determined eyes once more. Everything came crashing down around him. The truth.
Draco didn’t have to marry rich. He had and the girl he married had an affair with another man and he was free from the obligation. He was no longer engaged to Astoria. He no longer had to entertain her listless petty stories or her frivolous shallow needs. He had a son. That kept the family name going, that kept the pureblood line alive.
But Draco still loved you.
And God damn him if he wouldn’t find every way to express that to you.
Maybe that was the reason behind his further actions. It was the reasoning behind why he reached out to you, stroking your face softly as he did long ago. He caressed your cheek as if it were precious marble, a sculpture given to him by the gods.
And for the first time in ten years, Draco didn’t have to fantasize what it would be like to kiss you again. He didn’t have to desperately cling to how your lips felt against his. He didn’t have to deny how much he missed you.
Frozen under his touch, Draco worried that perhaps this was something he should regret. That he should stop. That he should deny still.
But your hand came up slowly, not to push him away but to hold him close as he held you, cradling his face as if he were the most precious thing to you. Your fingers curled into his hair, causing the butterflies in his chest to set flight. Your soft sounds were met with his steady purrs.
His tongue danced with yours in a forgotten waltz. Even after all this time you still tasted the same: sweet, alluring, and faintly like chai.
But you pulled away all too soon for his liking.
“You’re gonna be the death of me one day, Malfoy,” A smile curled on your lips.
“‘Til death do we part,” He jested lightly, earning a slight giggle from you as you pulled away and rebalanced yourself on the barstool.
“So... are we doing this? Like actually doing this?” You asked, fear lurking in your voice.
“I will do everything I can to make this right. To do this properly. To give you what you deserve,” He couldn’t quite understand why you laughed this time.
“I know you love your rules and traditions, but Draco I don’t need any of that and I don’t want any of that. I just want you. To get to know you again. To get to know Scorpius. I want my friend back,”
The desperate plea in your voice mirrored in your eyes and maybe he understood you a bit better and maybe himself, because he wanted that as well. He wanted you in his life. Woven into it. And possibly the first step to having that, was to get to know you again.
So, he would wait. He would learn. And he would love you till his dying day. 
“That would be enough,” Draco smiled softly and took your hand into his.
A few months of dates and quiet nights and lunches together in the break room and the rumors in the papers seemed to fade and the shock value seemed to wane to others. But Draco was still amazed that you decided to stay by his side. That you let him back into your narrative. That you completely adored Scorpius more than his own mother ever did.
As you crouched beside Scorpius and a peacock on the Manor grounds as the three of you took an evening stroll, the smile you gave him made him believe that the past ten years were nothing but a terrible dream. A trial to prove that he had earned this reward.
Though you had asked for patience, it turned out that he needed some as well. Draco had no idea how deep seeded the betrayal from Astoria and his supposed best friend affected him. There were times that he grew angrier than he meant to. There were times he was harsher than he wanted to be. There were times he was more distant than he needed to be. There were times that he was more reckless than he should be.
And there were times when something lingered in your eyes that he didn’t quite enjoy. Fear, or hesitancy. There were new boundaries that you had, and he had learned to respect. You weren’t the same girl he knew at Hogwarts. You were independent, confident, self-made, but still kind and gentle. You didn’t depend on him for everything. You didn’t lean into every touch. You didn’t smile at every jest. His perspective of you changed, and he loved every change made.
A weekend when Scorpius had gone to his parent’s house in Paris for a weekend was the night that Draco truly felt alone for the first time in a long time—since you had been back in his life. As the hour grew later, he paced his study, debating on going to see you, knowing well you’d still be awake.
As the ghosts of his past came to life and overpowered your gentle voice in his mind, Draco was decided. Drawing his wand, he apparated straight to you.
“What in Merlin’s name!?” You demanded, wand drawn, looking frantic, only relaxing when you saw that it was him.
“I... couldn’t sleep. Everything is...” His voice was small, like a frightened child.
You lowered your wand as he stood in the doorway of your bedroom. Running a hand through your hair you sighed softly. He knew he was asking a lot—too much even. It had been a boundary of yours. You weren’t ready to sleep with him—innocently, not sensually—yet.
“Well, come on then,” You smiled softy, sliding over in your bed. “Just like old times,” His memory flickered back to the sleepless nights in the dorms at Hogwarts behind drawn drapes.
“This isn’t me trying—” Draco started, not wanting to push your boundary. He’d sleep on the couch for Merlin’s sake. He just wanted to be near someone who cared for him.
“I know,” You replied softly, reading him like an open book, as you were always able to. 
“And I don’t—”
You rose from your bed, going over to him.
“Still trust me?” You whispered, your hands running up his arms, earning a shudder from him.
Draco nodded; his gaze transfixed on you. He knew what the question meant. It had been a routine of yours at Hogwarts. When he couldn’t seem to get a grip on the day and came to you at night, you were always there to care for him.
And you were there now.
Slowly you unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it to the floor. Going over to your dresser, you pulled out one a shirt that he recognized as his and placed it in his hands. He gripped the fabric tightly.
“You kept this?” His eyebrow furrowed.
A shrug left your shoulders as you neared your dresser again, opening another drawer. “Cotton or fleece?” The question was soft.
“Cotton,”
“I have flannel?” You offered, pulling out a pair of plaid sweats.
“That’ll do,” Draco smiled as you handed him the pants; he gripped them tightly as well.
“You’re safe,” You encouraged, stroking his cheek. “No one’s going to hurt you. No one expects anything of you. You’re alright here... You’re with me,”
“You knew I was coming,” It wasn’t an accusation.
“Eventually, yes. You hate nights alone.” The warmth of your eyes was intoxicating. 
“I prefer it when you’re here,” He admitted.
“Then go change and we can get some sleep, yeah?”
That night had been quiet. It had taken some time, but eventually you laid in his arms, holding onto him as he held onto you. Silent tears fell for the both of you—of fear and acceptance and a new beginning. A step forward.
..........
Draco paced the floor, keeping a close watch to his temper as you arrived, looking confused and worried. And with the scarce information that he gave to you, it was well placed. Without a word—fearing that it might not be a kind one— he led you into the den, to where Scorpius was sitting on the couch, looking guilty and repentant.
“Scorpius,” Draco’s voice was concise and controlled. “Would you care to explain exactly what you told me to Miss Y/n?”
Some anger leaked through. A gentle hand on his shoulder reminded him to find calmness. A gentle smile on your face appeased and welcomed Scorpius as he began to speak.
“I... well... mother left. And papa had these letters... I found them and...I didn’t know who she was... but I thought—” the young boy stammered. “Father always has potions on hand down in his study... I thought that—if I just... he could be happy again,” Scorpius’ voice broke as he started to cry.
Your face crumpled softly, and Draco could see that you yearned to reach out to Scorpius and gather him into your arms but you refrained.
“So, you’re the one who drugged Draco,” You understood his son’s words, not nearly as upset as Draco had been because something else held your attention. “You kept my letters?” You seemed baffled. “All this time?”
Draco scoffed and his face remained stoic, but his cheeks tinged pink, affirming what you had said. And possibly it was the right thing to call you over to deal with this because with calmness and kindness that he never could find, you reprimanded Scorpius.
“Do you understand how dangerous that was?” You scolded. “Potions are not something to be played with or mixed. You could have really hurt your father.”
“I know,” Scorpius cried out, tears falling. “But—he... I thought I could get some answers. Find out who he loved—”
Your eyes met his with wonder and curiosity. There was no escaping that one. Draco wasn’t sure he wanted to avoid it.
“Okay,” Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, his face folded into a pained expression. “We’ll talk about this later young man, now go start your studies.”
“Yes sir,” Scorpius nodded and disappeared into the house.
“Draco don’t be hard on him,” You pleaded, reaching out to him. “He’s just a kid,”
“I know,” Draco sighed, taking your hands. “That’s why I called you. I knew you’d handle it better than I ever could.”
“I’m not his mother, Draco,” You reminded him softly. “I don’t have authority here,”
Draco held his tongue before he really did ask you to be Scorpius’ mother but Merlin he wanted to. And maybe you could see that in his eyes because you looked down, flushing.
“He does seem truly sorry,” You changed the topic quickly before something was confessed after all.
“I think so,” Draco looked to the door from Scorpius had exited. Sighing softly, a hopeless chuckle left his lips. “As livid I am that he got into my stuff, and that I was drugged by a six- year-old, it brought me back to you,”
“I suppose it did,” You smiled. “As long as he promises to keep from your stuff, and to come to talk to you instead of taking matters into his own hands... I don’t see any harm.”
Draco nodded and pulled you into his arms, finding comfort in your solace and steady compassion.
“So...” You drawled, pulling away from him. “You kept my letters?” A mischievous smirk fell upon your face as you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yes,” He admitted, defeated. “I know, I know. It’s wrong and—” You burst out laughing, causing him to pause.
“I kept yours too,” Beaming at him, you reached up and stroked his cheek. “Granted I didn’t read them until again the day we got caught in the rain...”
Draco chuckled softly and drew you in for a kiss, marveled that you were even standing in front of him.
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There was a day that Draco did ask me. Another four words that made my heart soar and want to scream from the rooftops that he was truly mine. It had taken some time, make no mistake. It was redefining what it meant to be married and figuring out what it meant to marry for love and not advantage, but we made it. There was love, patience, and a strong foundation.
“Ginny, I can’t do this,” I whispered, tearing my eyes away from the mirror. “I... I’m not a wife... I—”
“Hush,” She ordered and fixed a hair that was out of place. “You’re the perfect one for him,” 
“But... me? Getting married? I can’t.”
“You love him, don’t you?” She tested, and I nodded, not trusting my voice. “And you can’t see a day without him in your future?” I nodded again, fighting back tears.
Ginny’s face softened. “I know,” She took my hand. “It’s a lot and it’s scary sometimes, but you deserve this. You deserve a happily ever after with a man who is willing to do what it takes to give it to you,”
I looked down at the floral lace of my dress, blinking away the moisture in my eyes. 
“Maybe you’re right...” I murmured.
“Of course, I am,” She smiled and picked up my bouquet, offering it to me.
Cannon in D began, and the door opened. My veil hid the water in my eyes and the fear on my face. Fears that faded when I saw him at the end of the aisle. He looked just as nervous as I did. It made me smile. It was so like him to be nervous about this. I almost laughed.
I took Harry’s elbow and inhaled deeply.
“You look beautiful,” He murmured.
“Thank you,” I mumbled back as we made our way down the aisle.
Harry placed my hand into Draco’s, and I felt secure. I felt safe and sure of my future. My eyes darted to Scorpius who I had seen grown up the past couple of years. He waved to me and I giggled before turning back to Draco.
There were tears in his eyes as he beamed down at me, our vows exchanged, and rings placed. 
“Don’t you cry,” I scolded quietly. “Because then I’ll start crying,”
“I’ve waited so long for this day,” He defended. “I’m allowed to cry,”
I laughed as my husband leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, sealing our promise to each other.
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nctsworld · 4 years ago
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in a king-size, say i’m your queen
✩‌ renjun ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ prince!renjun | fluff | smut | ‌3.4k
SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you’re drawn to the kingdom’s prince staying at your family’s inn. on the night before he leaves, you exchange good-byes in the form of a kiss and more. WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌smut (near the end), unprotected s*x, f*ngering, oral s*x (m receiving), mentions of alcohol/drinking, commoner!reader, dash of angst RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ mature PROMPT ⇾‌ prince/royalty au // fluff + smut REQ BY ⇾‌ anonymous   ‌
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“Prince Huang, this is my family, who will be looking after you during your stay.”
Your father awoke everyone from deep slumber in the middle of the night, hollering at everyone to put on their work clothes in a hurry. Little did anyone expect the actual prince himself to be taking a rest at your family’s inn, for several days apparently.  
As the youngest and only daughter among your kin, your father introduces you last in line to greet the prince and his companions. With sleep still in your eyes, you curtsy as gracefully as you can, once towards the prince and another towards his followers.
The sleep in your eyes disappears as your eyelids suddenly bloom at your first clear look at the man standing a few steps across from you.
Everyone within the kingdom obviously knew of the royal family, but being this far from the mainland never granted you the chance to see them in-person. There were rumours far and wide of how captivating and beautiful the family was, especially the prince, but you assumed they were exaggerating, fueling the propaganda mill that all royalty were gorgeous, godly beings.
Oh, to be absolutely wrong.
Air’s snatched from your lungs when his warm smile burgeons, warming the room more than the fireplace ever could.
He holds his gaze on you, placing a palm on his chest and saying, “My dearest apologies for disturbing your dreams. It was a must though; we haven’t stopped anywhere in days and finally found your inn.”
Your father replies to his words, while you blink observantly at the royal figure. You wonder if it’s due to the lack of sleep or simply all in your head, but you swear his glances waver over at you more than your other family members.
“Well, I will retire to bed now and won’t be requiring your services until morning. Please resume your slumbers, and I wish you all the sweetest of dreams.”
Puffing his cheeks cutely, he bends his head slightly towards your family, while all of you dip and bow to him. When you two jointly look up, your gaze surely connects with his.
Funny enough, his wish comes true as his beauty rules over your dreams, molding them into sweet ones, for the rest of the night.  
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On the second morning of his stay, you watch him relaxing at the back of the inn among the luscious greenery. In a loose white-button up, he’s sitting by himself, save for a guard nearby, and lounging in a chair under the spring sun.
Prior to starting on your tasks for the day, you stroll towards him with a jug in hand. Smiling freely, his eyes are shut as you approach him.
“Sorry to disturb you, Your Royal Highness—”
His eyes flutter open at your divine voice and his smile deepens.
“But would you care for some lemon juice?”
The boyish man hums in acceptance and he’s glued to how you carefully pour the liquid into his chalice. His eyes track the path of your departure after you leave the jug on the table and head towards a group of trees in the farther end of the garden.
Though he delights in the picturesque image of you skillfully picking the yellow fruit, which he assumes are lemons, off the tree from your wooden ladder and dropping them into the bucket hanging from your hand, a desire simmers in his stomach to be in your presence. The prince's guard follows behind him discreetly as the handsome individual makes his way over and speaks to you from below.
“May I assist you?” he offers.
His appearance startles you for a moment, then your stare unintentionally drops over the exposed skin of his upper frame. You ponder over the smoothness of his skin and imagine yourself leaving kisses upon his clavicle, on his chest, going downward further and further...
Clearing your throat and shaking your head to focus, you airily laugh at his question. The highness’s eyebrows crease, perplexed by your response.    
“Prince Huang—”
“Call me Renjun, please,” he interrupts, laying a palm against his chest. “I insist.”
“Prince Huang,” you reiterate, not wanting to breach the formalities. “It’s my duty—and an honor if I may add—to pick these lemons for you, not yours.”
“Well, as prince,” Renjun gently seizes the bucket away from your grasp. “I order you to allow me to assist you.”
Incredulously, you stare at him for a lingering moment and he engages equally, delving into your glowing aura.
Since you can’t reject his order, you yield and continue to pick the lemons off the tree, now plopping them into the bucket held by Renjun. Throughout the comfortable silence, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you for one second, admiring how elegant you are with the light breeze blowing through your hair.  
He wonders to himself if you’re aware of your devastating beauty.  
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A couple of nights pass and during one evening, in the shared resting area, you find Renjun situated adjacent to the fireplace, reading a book alone (with a guard lurking close by, of course).
The prince’s features are already so soft, but he seems ethereal with the fire’s glow against his face. You’re reminded of the first night he arrived.  
As you usually do, you query if he needs anything before you retire to your room.  
He replies negatively, but then adds, “Would you like to hear some of the story I’m reading before bed?”
Shaking your head, you tuck some of your hair behind your ear. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose—”  
“Not at all,” Renjun beams. He gestures for you to sit in the seat beside him, and you do so with prickling cheeks.  
His fingers flip a few pages back and he tells the short story from the beginning. Your cheek tips into your palm as you listen intently. Yes, the story is intriguing, but you’re also focused on Renjun’s voice. It’s soothing, yet lively with the specific parts in which he modulates his tone to flow perfectly with the storytelling.
And then you drift over his plush, kissable lips. You will yourself to focus on the story, rather than the reader.
In between his reading, he peers up from the pages to see if you’re still interested to hear the rest of the story, not wanting to waste your time nor bore you to death. He reads the dazzling expression on your face as a signal to finish until the very end.
When it’s over, Renjun asks if you enjoyed it. You hum positively and stand up, excusing yourself to formally leave for the night. You exchange pleasant good-nights and sweet dreams. While you shuffle off, before you’re past the doorway, he pipes up—
“Perhaps I can read you another story tomorrow evening?”
You turn around by the end of his sentence, grasping onto the doorframe.
Renjun continues, his grip tightening around the closed book. “If you wish.”
Your lips press together, in hopes to suppress a grin. It doesn’t work too well.  
“I’d like that very much.”
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Time flies, and it’s already the second to last day before Renjun’s departure. Your family decides to arrange a party at the inn, inviting the fellow townspeople to join as well.  
Fittingly, Renjun sits in the middle of the long table alongside his associates and is entertained by the spectacle of the event. After the townspeople grant him gifts and dinner is served, the dancing commences. Throughout the evening, he keeps a constant eye out for you.
All night, you serve the guests and barely have time to properly eat your own meal. However, as the night lengthens, your parents urge you to live a little. In the middle of the hall, you rush to unite with your close friends, clasping onto their hands and dancing around in circles to the merry music.
The royal figure radiates, enticed from the scene of you laughing and jumping in joy, having never seen this side of you before. His heart flops at the endearing sight and an itch overcomes him. Taking a sip of his wine, Renjun anxiously wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and heads towards you onto the dance floor.  
Gasps trail behind his steps as he floats through the domino effect of bowing people. He casually says his thank you’s to everyone in passing and as the domino effect finally reaches a stop within the middle of the room, you’re the last one to formally greet him.
“Your Royal Highness,” you curtsy with a small smile.
He acknowledges with a bow of his head and shocks you by holding his palm out.
“May I share a dance with you?”
Your heart pounds in your ears as you glance around the room to ensure he’s talking to you and not mistakenly someone else. Additionally, you’re surveying the prospects because you are definitely not the most worthy to dance with royalty; the mayor’s daughter should be owed this dance, not you. You also shamefully touch your work outfit, wishing you were wearing something cleaner and more extravagant.
“Prince Huang, are you sure you want to dance with me?” you murmur, despite how everyone quieted down and can hear what you’re saying.
“Of course,” he stretches out for your hand and possesses it in his.
“Who else would I want to share a dance with?”
Your friends and all other parties now disperse and surround the two of you, dancing to their own fulfillment as you’re left in an imaginary bubble with just Renjun. Every twirl, spin, and bounce generates endless vivacious laughter from the both of you. You dance deeper into the night until your faces and feet soon ache, until it was almost only the two of you on the dance floor.      
Because of the aching, you stumble at one point, crashing into Renjun’s body.
He catches you in his arms. You look up into his eyes, then at his lips merely fingertips away from yours. Renjun’s liquored panting fans your face and you drown in it without reservation.
His eyes flicker to your lips too, and he gulps. Bravely, he raises his palm to caress your cheek, but as his skin touches yours, it jolts you to your core, popping you out of your secluded bubble and dragging you into reality.
Pulling apart from him, the prince asks if you’re okay.
You nod thoughtlessly, quickly thank him for the dance, and spew that you should begin to clean-up the hall, leaving him on the dance floor.
Renjun brings a finger to his lips and watches you run off.  
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The last evening of his stay finally arrives. In your nightgown before bedtime, forgetting to ask if he needed anything before you changed out of your work clothes, you knock on his room’s door with the guard on-duty beside it.
His muffled voice beckons you to come in, and you open the door ajar to creep your head through the space. Noticing it’s you, he immediately drops the book he was reading onto his bedside table.  
“Prince Huang, did you need anything else before you leave tomorrow?”
Legs dangling off the largest bed at the inn, he thinks to himself for a few moments. He twists his mouth to one side, tapping a finger on his chin.
“I think I have everything in order...”
Then, he tilts his head to one side and puckers his lips. He darts onto his feet and adds, “Can you come in for a moment though? And please shut the door behind you.”
You’re taken aback by his request. Nevertheless, you fulfill it and close the door behind you as you walk in. Renjun’s eyes widen at the sight of you in your nightgown, clicking together why you didn’t fully come into his room in the first place.  
You rub one of your arms. “Sorry for my indecent clothing—”
“No, I’m sorry, uhm,” he palms the back of his neck nervously. “I just wanted to say a few words, so I’ll be quick.”  
He steps closer to you. Both of you stand in the middle of the room and he continues.
“Before I leave, I want to make sure you know that I quite enjoyed my stay here because of you and your family’s fine service, but I enjoyed it even more because of your cordial company.”
At his earnest appraisal and personal compliment, your cheeks flare and your jaw dangles. You bow with your head. “Thank you, Prince Huang.”
Renjun then faces the floor and picks at his fingers, trying to formulate his thoughts.
“I don’t normally do this and I’m about to ask the following not as a prince, but as a normal man. And let me preface it by saying that, as a man of my word, you are not obligated or pressured to agree to what I’m about to ask; you have every right to say no.”
He sputters everything so fast, it takes a bit for you to process his words. When it sinks in, you’re still unsure exactly what he’s talking about. Worried, you raise your eyebrows, anticipating his inquiry.  
Noting your confusion, he exhales a lengthy breath and goes straight to the point.
“As a send-off and to demonstrate my gratitude…”
He meets your gaze.
“May I kiss you?”
Your jaw, along with your eyes, hangs this time. Awestruck, you blink rapidly and inhale sharply as you stay frozen in place.
“I know it may be one-sided, but at yesterday’s gathering, I thought we shared a special moment and perhaps it’s my fault I acted upon it since we were among people, so I apologize for that—”
“You may kiss me,” you cut him off, relieved to hear his thoughts, and close the space between yourselves.
It’s his turn to don the rapid blinking.
“Are-are you sure?”
Cautiously, his palm cups your cheek, mirroring the memory of last night, then he adds his other.
“Yes, Pr-”
“Renjun, please.”
“Yes, Renjun—”
You collide as he captures your lips. He exudes innocence and it shows in his kissing; he starts off gently and barely expands his mouth. Each movement is lovely and oozes affection. Your fingers tug lightly at his nightwear, body humming emphatically in response.
However, as he tests the water, his kissing is soon stripped of innocence and is replaced by a sinful hunger. While his tongue slips into your mouth, grazing against your teeth, his hands traverse your body and confront your waist and neck, squeezing them upon arrival. You eagerly reciprocate his change of pace, desperately running your fingers through his hair and angling your neck to better the searing, open-mouthed kisses.
Since there aren’t many layers covering either of you, you’re blatantly aware of Renjun’s growing desire against your body.
Pressing his forehead against yours, he pants, “May I take you to bed?”
You bob your head fervently and croak, “Yes.”
“Yes…?”
You grin into the next kiss at his playfulness.
“Yes, Renjun.”
In retrospect, being taken in a guest room at your family’s inn was strange, but you couldn’t think much of it within the moment.
At the moment, all you yearn for is Renjun’s weight on you, locking your body into the bed with his. Lip-locked as he lays you down, he satisfies your yearning hastily.
While he dominates your neck, one of his hands is rashly underneath your nightgown and ascends to the haven of your breasts. You gasp at the initial contact, your fingers tightening in his hair and over his shoulder blade.
He kneads the meat of your tits momentarily, but he’s more fixated on attending to your nipples. Renjun’s thumb tenderly rubs over them prior to his loving pinches. At this point, his mouth zones in and nibbles on your earlobe, so he listens to your rising panting and erotic moans crystal clear.
Following his massaging and playing of your other breast, he withdraws from you to disrobe your layer in one-go and you return the favour to peel away his.  
Renjun’s purity ignites once more as he reveres your bare body, lovingly scanning all your curves and lines.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers.  
Fluttering your eyelids, you lightly bite your bottom lip between your teeth. Truly, it was too easy for him to make your cheeks spark this often. He converges with your mouth sweetly before he wraps his pretty lips around your nub.
“Oh, my God, Renjun—”
Because your eyes snap in gratification, you can’t see the smirk on his face. He indulges in you calling him by his first name, especially so melodiously and within this context. A hand finds purchase upon the neighbouring breast, and another hovers under your warmth. Your hips buck heedlessly, begging for his fingers to dive further.  
They do so when he switches his embrace upon your breasts. Although you know he must feel it, the obscene, loud sounds of him fingering your sex confirm how wet you are for him. Renjun peeks an eye open to your wanton self. He adores the view in addition to your dripping pleasure contracting and spilling over his digits.  
Moving ahead, he retreats from you and mounts himself on the bed on his knees, stroking himself to harden himself for what’s to come. Despite still being breathless from your high, you rise onto your knees to match his stance in front of him.
Your dominant hand grasps his possession, taking over for him. Simultaneously, your mouth finally has the chance to reign over the smoothness of his frame—his neck, his carved clavicle, the expanse area of his chest, and his soft abdomen. He sighs blissfully, eyes batting.        
Your mouth proceeds lower to where your hand is located and aids to the swelling of Renjun’s desire. He gawks, mouth hanging, at the beautiful arching of your back and your enthusiasm as you engulf him.
Gripping him by the base, you stroke to the measure of your bobbing. To keep him enraptured, you occasionally focus on his tip, such as with the swirling and flicking of your tongue and initiating vigorous, targeted sucking. Not wanting him to reach climax yet, you pull away from him with a pop, but not before you leave a delicate kiss upon the glossy apex.
Once again, you recline downward onto the bed, except now with spread legs. Renjun pumps his wet length and lines it up with your glistening crevice. You stare at his cock upon penetration, and the flood of sensations from the impact causes you to crane your head into the pillow.  
Hands encompassing your waist, the lover thrusts gradually at first, allowing you to acclimatize to his girth. After some time, he surrenders to his carnal urges and plunges deeper with speed. Your chest heaves as your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moons on his skin. Lowering himself, he secures your lips for a fleeting, sentimental moment.
To your surprise, Renjun picks up the rhythm even further, leading you to wail his name and incoherent noises repeatedly. In hopes to quell yourself, you lightly bite down on the meat of your index finger. It only partially helps since whimpers still trickle out from you.  
Both of you are nearing. Aching to be even more intimate with you, his hand flees from the flank of your body and over your head to lace his fingers with yours. His intertwining compresses alongside the pinching of his face. With your finger in pain, you release it and let loose. As one, you moan in sync with Renjun and you break together. He extracts himself, painting your stomach in white ribbons.  
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Inhaling much needed air, you settle upon Renjun’s chest with his arm around you. He trifles with your fingers in his before he kisses the back of your hand.
“If you ever have the chance to come by the kingdom, I implore you to find me.”
Peering up at him, you agree enthusiastically. “Of course, Renjun.”  
With pink tinting over his face, he cups you by your chin.
“Promise?”
Hesitancy pumps through your blood. You know the chances of you ever leaving your home town would be very unlikely, and even if you could, you two could never be together for he is of royal blood, and you of none.
Nevertheless, you dare not to break the twinkling, awaited expression upon his face, so you reply—
“I promise.”
Sharing another kiss, you stay with him in the bed for a little while longer, savoring the brief amour as much as possible.
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startseeingstars · 2 months ago
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Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)
CH18 🎶 One for the Road - Arctic Monkeys 🎶
T/W - drug/alcohol use, mature themes, violence
We walked into the bar, embracing the heat. That night was particularly cold, but I hadn't realised, otherwise I might've worn something a little warmer.
My legs weren't bare, but my ripped fishnets weren't exactly retaining any body heat. I wore black leather shorts and a red laced corset top under my leather jacket.
Krista tugged on my sleeve, pulling me toward Jan. Her face had lit up when I'd mentioned he invited her specifically. She'd always had a soft spot for him. She thought his nickname, Hellhammer, was cute.
We greeted everyone, and I made sure my eyes barely skimmed over Øystein.
I'd taken a couple of Molly before we'd arrived and I was waiting anxiously for them to kick in to take the edge off my nerves. It had steadily become my vice of choice. The hangovers weren't as bad, but the comedowns had their own drawbacks. At least it was cheaper than drinking.
While I waited for the effects to kick in, I stood at the bar, ready to order.
"What's your poison?" Varg asked, joining me.
"Whiskey neat." I smiled at him and he nodded. He ordered and handed me the drink, clinking our glasses together. Varg wasn't my favourite person, by any means, but I didn't know him that well.
I searched for Krista, to see where she'd sat, but my eyes connected with Øystein's. His expression was unreadable as his gaze flickered from me to Varg.
As the night went on, I watched Jan and Krista grow closer. Varg bought me a few rounds and I sat between him and Faust, making small talk enjoying the company.
Whenever Øystein would laugh, a smile crept to my lips. I felt much more at ease, even cracking a few jokes at Faust and Jan's expense, making Øystein stifle a laugh.
I'd gone back to the bar and ordered myself a beer. I looked over and watched Øystein take the last sip of his bottle.
"Make that two, please." I said to the bartender. She handed me the two bottles. As I walked back over, Occultus and Metalion who had been seated next to Øystein walked off. I took the opportunity to sit beside him and placed the fresh bottle in front of him. He looked at me, surprised written across his face.
"What's this?" He muttered.
"Cyanide." I smiled, sipping from my own bottle. He smirked and took the drink.
"Thanks, Peach."
A small group of us began the walk back to Helvete. I'd set off on my own, a few of the group in front of me, a few behind.
"So how've you been, Peach?" His familiar, raspy voice appeared just as he fell in step beside me. I laughed in response. Neither of us spoke for a few moments.
"Where's your favourite place?" He asked suddenly, curiosity genuine in his voice. I looked at him, confusion evident on my face.
"Why?" My question was blunt, but he persisted.
"Just answer."
"I don't really have a specific place. I just like being outside in the fresh air, under the trees." I shrugged, glancing at him from the side.
"What about you?" I asked in return. He ignored my question and stopped walking. I stopped with him and turned to meet his gaze.
"Let's go camping sometime." He said it so casually. I stood, staring back at him blankly,  surprised at his forwardness.
I flinched as Faust came running past us. He slammed a huge pipe into the windshield of the car we stood beside. "What the fuck?" I laughed in shock, backing away from the car as the alarm blared. My heart began to race.
Faust laughed maniacally, going in for another hit before Øystein took the pipe, throwing it aside.
"Let's go!" We began to run.
Out of breath, we walked inside the record shop. Somewhere in the commotion, Krista and Jan had disappeared. Only Faust, Varg, Øystein and myself had arrived back at Helvete. Faust collapsed in his little loft cave.
"Aww, it's exhausting wreaking havoc, isn't it?" I pouted playfully and he gave me the finger. I laughed, following Varg and Øystein downstairs to the cellar.
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haus-seeblick · 3 years ago
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Suptober Day 2: No Vacancy
Title: Backroad Romance
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 3,119
Tags: First Kiss, Dean Winchester and Castiel are Alone in the Dark, Mild Angst With a Happy Ending, Sam Ships It, Making out in the Impala
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“You’re shittin’ me, Sammy.” Dean groans and smacks the steering wheel with his palm. “There’s no room in the whole place?”
Sam’s voice floats into the Impala, high and tinny over the burner phone’s speakers. “No vacancy, Dean, I’m sorry, I checked with them three times--”
“--Nah, nah, it’s cool, we believe you,” Dean interrupts, cradling the phone between shoulder and ear so he can rub his face while steering around a bend. Cas reaches over and deftly slips the phone away, fingers pinched like he’s removing a block from a Jenga tower.
“Did you and Eileen find accommodations?” Cas asks, holding the phone out in front of him so Dean can listen in.
There’s a short pause, then: “Yeah… yeah, we did, but guys, the room is really small, like, a closet, I swear, and there’s only one bed, and--”
This time it’s Cas who interrupts. “--and you wish to engage in private romantic activities. Dean and I completely understand.”
They’re on a straight stretch of highway, but Dean still manages to swerve clumsily into the shoulder. He hastily course-corrects and bites down the urge to snap at Cas for-- for what? For talking like that? For using his deep, rough voice to say any words even vaguely related to--
No. It’s not Cas’ fault that everything he does steadily turns Dean into more and more of a creep. Dean shakes his head firmly and tunes back in to the conversation just in time to catch Sam awkwardly stumbling over his reply. Dean leans over, cutting him off with a whistle into the phone.
“We’ll be fine, little brother. Be a gentleman. Don’t hog the sheets. Girl like Eileen doesn’t come around every day.”
He can feel the bitchface radiating through the speaker and motions at Cas to hang up. Cas frowns and gravely says “Dean would like to end the conversation. Goodbye, Sam,” before flipping the phone shut. He drops it into the cupholder.
Dean makes a show of focusing on the road to avoid looking at Cas. He knows Cas is staring at him; it’s just something the guy does, sitting in the passenger seat and gazing at Dean as if the whole world isn’t flashing by outside.
Dean’s long stopped commenting on it. Let the dude stare.
He clears his throat. “We’ll probably have to find a logging road or something. Pull in and hole up for the night.”
“All right,” Cas replies. He opens the glovebox and pulls out the local map they picked up this afternoon when they rolled into Matlock, Washington, to investigate a haunted post office. It was a gray, dinky, bleak town and the poor ghost lurking around the mailroom seemed more melancholy than anything. She allowed them to dispatch her into the afterlife with very little struggle; that is, after some creative sweet-talking by Sam.
Eileen had teased Sam mercilessly about it before Dean had even gotten a chance. That’s how Dean knows she’s The One.
There was, of course, no motel in town. Sam and Eileen hit the road before Dean and Cas, because Dean insisted on getting a burger for dinner at the tiny diner on Main Street (a mistake). Now he’s staring down the barrel of a night alone with Cas, in cramped quarters, on a dark backroad. If they hadn’t already driven all day to get to Matlock, Dean would push on until they found a motel with vacancies, but he’s exhausted and Cas is just human enough these days to actually be tired too.
“There’s an access road nearby,” Cas says, tracing the map with his index finger. “In a quarter mile. Left.”
Dean follows his directions and sure enough, there’s a bumpy logging road branching off from the highway, stretching deep into the pitch-black trees. Dean pulls in about five hundred feet before turning off the lights and the ignition.
It’s silent. The darkness is all-encompassing, pressing in on Dean, so heavy it’s like he can feel it on his eyelids when he blinks. He takes a slightly shaky breath. Cas is utterly still, as usual, not a single rustle or exhale indicating his presence in the gloom, but Dean feels him there as intensely as he’d feel a roaring bonfire. His heart thuds in his ears.
Why is he freaking out? He’s slept in the car with Sam a million times. But even as he thinks that, he knows, he knows, that this is different. His brain starts whirling through logistics -- who’s gonna take the back seat? Is Cas even gonna sleep the whole night? Or will he wake up and just sit there, staring at Dean for hours, inches away?
Dean needs to shut off his brain. He taps the seat and says “Hey, Cas?”
“Yes, Dean,” comes the immediate response, measured and reassuring. “Would you like to talk?”
Relaxing against the seat and slinging an arm over the backrest, Dean peers over to the passenger side. “Sure.”
The moon’s out tonight, far above the trees, and the grayscale of nighttime slowly bleeds into view as Dean’s eyes adjust. He can just make out the sharp angle of Cas’ nose, the slope of his chest and the outline of his hands folded in his lap. He’s always so upright, so proper. Dean wonders what it would feel like to undo him.
“Are Sam and Eileen having sex?”
Dean chokes on air. Sputtering, he braces himself on the seat and coughs until his eyes stop watering. “What?” he wheezes. “Why-- Dude, why would you ask that?”
He sees Cas turn his head to regard him. Even in the dark, Dean can imagine the piercing gaze.
“It was unclear to me what you meant by ‘be a gentleman.’” Cas lifts his hands to shape the finger quotes. “I assumed the two of them would take advantage of their privacy to engage in physical intimacy. Was your comment meant to discourage Sam from having sex?”
Dean throws up his hands desperately. “Okay-- okay, first of all, quit talking about my brother doing it. And second, no, I wasn’t ‘discouraging’ him, just reminding him to treat Eileen like a lady. You know, romance her a little.”
The darkness is a godsend as Dean’s cheeks flush hotter with every word. He’s surprised they’re not glowing. He taps the seat in a random pattern as Cas sits quietly, seemingly digesting the information.
When he responds, it’s slow and thoughtful. “In the pornography I’ve watched, the participants always begin undressing one another rather quickly. And in my own experiences, there has been very little that I would label ‘romantic.’ What is classified as ‘romance,’ Dean?”
Well, shit. The last of Dean’s composure evaporates, sizzles away like a drop of water meeting his burning face. He drops his head into his hands and groans.
Cas leans forward, his knee brushing Dean’s. “Have I made you uncomfortable?” he asks, voice laden with concern.
Dean’s throat is tight, his fingers sweaty against his forehead. He forces himself to take a deep breath and to at least open his eyes against the shadow of his palms. “Uh-- no. No, Cas. You, uh-- you should be able to ask that kinda stuff. Human stuff. I get that it’s, uh-- it’s important to know. For, y’know. So you can--”
There’s a hand on his knee. A warm, strong hand. Long fingers. Weighty. Dean’s heart kicks into overdrive. He slowly, very slowly, lowers his hands to peek at Cas.
“How do you like to be romanced, Dean?”
There’s nothing. Absolutely nothing in Dean’s brain. It’s a chamber of silence. A void. He stares at the outline of Cas’ wild hair, mouth slightly open.
“...Dean?” The hand on his knee shifts slightly and Dean’s blank brain runs zero interference as his own hand darts out and stills the one threatening to leave his leg. As soon as his skin makes contact with Cas’, though, everything zings back online in a rushing roar.
Play it off, Winchester. Crack a joke. C’mon. “Hah, funny, buddy, you really got me there--”
“--Kissing’s nice.”
He snaps his mouth shut too late. The words float away, unrecoverable.
Cas tilts his head. Then, slowly, very slowly, as if he’s afraid of spooking Dean, he turns his hand around under Dean’s so that they’re palm to palm. An invitation.
With a pounding heart, Dean accepts it. He laces their fingers together. His palm feels even sweatier when it’s rubbing up against Cas’ dry, smooth skin.
Sexy, Dean. Way to go.
Somehow, even though it was Cas asking the questions, he’s the one leading now, shifting closer, laying his left arm along the backrest behind Dean’s shoulders. Their faces are so close that they’re sharing air, just two shadows suspended in a frozen moment.
“May I kiss you?” Cas murmurs gently, his breath washing over Dean’s lips. It smells like rain-refreshed air, like a promise of sunshine, alleviating the weight of the darkness. Dean tentatively chases it with his tongue, wetting his lips and leaving them parted.
“Yeah,” he whispers back. Because fuck, he wants this. He’s wanted this for so long.
And Cas wants it, too.
Dean always imagined that his first kiss with Cas would be an inferno, fireworks, showering sparks, all those cliches. That it would yank him from his body and send him floating through the ether.
It’s not like any of that. It’s better. It’s real.
Cas’ lips are just lips -- a little more chapped than Dean’s used to, perhaps, but they meet his in a familiar brush, followed by the typical tentative press, leading into a hesitant swipe of the tongue.
He’s kissing Cas. Cas, who he’s built up in his head for so long as this untouchable, impossible ideal, who stormed Hell to drag him out, who smote demons with his bare hands, who is so inconceivably old that Dean should be just a speck of sand under his eternal gaze.
Instead, that same Cas is busy dragging his fingers down the side of Dean’s neck. A crest of goosebumps follow, shivers trailing down Dean’s torso, and he gasps a quivery breath against Cas’ lips. He’s not used to being led. Normally he’s the one in charge, giving as good as he gets, focused on hitting the highlights, satisfying his partner. There’s a whole formula.
He’s never trembled like this before.
“Dean,” Cas whispers against his mouth, reverent, his voice somehow gravelly even as a breath. He suddenly pulls his hand free from Dean’s and grips his bicep, dropping his other arm from the backrest to wrap around Dean’s waist. Without preamble, he twists, tugging Dean across his lap. Dean yelps and hurriedly adjusts his legs, ending up with his knees on the seat, straddling Cas’ thighs. His fingers and toes are zinging in excitement.
Goddamn. Who knew being manhandled would do it for him?
The crown of his head presses against the roof of the car and he slouches forward until their foreheads are touching. He pushes his hands into Cas’ hair.
Cas surges forward again, nudging Dean’s head to the side and pressing his lips to Dean’s neck. Dean groans, low and shaky, as Cas parts his lips and sucks a trail up to Dean’s earlobe, his tongue soothing in the wake of his mouth, dragging over every mark that he coaxes to the surface. Dean knows his neck will be littered with bruises tomorrow, but he finds he can’t bring himself to care, not when Cas’ teeth are busy grazing the shell of his ear.
“Jeez, Cas,” he breathes, dropping his forehead to Cas’ shoulder. He's hard already, hips twitching a little, but he keeps his hands firmly in Cas’ hair, tugging the soft, thick strands, guiding Cas’ mouth back down to his neck. His pulse hammers under each press of chapped lips.
He pulls back and captures Cas’ mouth again, sliding his tongue into that wet heat. They trade open-mouthed kisses, a bit sloppy, while Cas’ hands glide up Dean’s back under his flannel. Dean’s absolutely flying, his pounding heart easily winning the battle against the tiny voice in his head dredging up reasons to stop, reasons to run.
He wants to stay .
Their kisses have escalated to a panting, frenzied give-and-take, and Dean’s tired of hunching over. He drops his hands onto Cas’ shoulders and starts leaning back over to the driver’s seat, trying to pull Cas on top of him. Cas whines when their lips separate, but he catches on quickly. A little too quickly. He grips Dean’s waist and shifts him along the bench seat with such force that Dean’s arm goes flying and his elbow smacks right into the middle of the steering wheel.
The horn blares, rending the night.
Both Dean and Cas jerk upright, instantly on high alert. Reality takes a moment to catch up with them.
Cas recovers first. “That startled me,” he says, voice wrecked.
Dean lets out a long breath. He’s still got one leg up on the seat, the other one cramped awkwardly next to the steering wheel. He drags a hand across his face and lets out a breathy laugh. The next thing he knows, he’s doubled over, laughing so hard his cheeks hurt and his eyes water.
He’s just so goddamn happy.
Cas watches him, head tilted in the shadows. Dean lets his laughter run its course, petering out with a sigh of mirth and hand slapped on Cas’ knee.
“What a night, huh?” he says.
Cas lifts a hand and strokes Dean’s cheek with his knuckles. Even after all that making out, this one gesture seems inordinately intimate. But Dean just smiles.
Cas swipes his thumb over Dean’s cheekbone one more time before slowly, almost reluctantly, letting his hand fall. “You need to sleep.”
Dean nods and glances into the backseat. “You do too, don’t you? At least a bit? Maybe we can both fit back there.”
They get out of the car -- the cool night air rushes into Dean’s lungs and fizzes through his chest, bringing the events of the past half hour into blood-rich focus in his brain. He steels himself for the freakout, for the doubt and the deflection, but it doesn’t come. He feels right.
They crawl into the backseat, awkwardly shuffling and shifting, ending up with Cas sitting mostly upright (insisting that he’s fine) and Dean laid out on the seat with his head in Cas’ lap.
He drops off to sleep faster than he has a long time, Cas’ long fingers carding through his hair.
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It’s the light that wakes him, pale gray seeping under his lashes and rousing him from a blissfully dreamless sleep. He lifts his head and immediately winces -- his neck is stiff as a board and his back aches all the way down to his tailbone. He’s really getting too old to be sleeping in the car.
“Hello, Dean.”
Dean twists around and peers blearily up at Cas, who’s gazing down at him with one of his rare enigmatic smiles. Dean yawns and stretches as best he can, his back popping. He pushes himself up until he’s sitting next to Cas.
“Mornin’, sunshine.”
Cas leans over and, before Dean can react, presses a warm, dry kiss to Dean’s cheek.
Sore body or not, this is the best morning of Dean’s life.
They extract themselves from the backseat and stumble into the damp early-morning air. Dean pops the collar of his flannel after a single glance into the side mirror. He’s got a lot of hickies.
They take a second to stretch (Dean admires the way Cas’ pecs shift under his dress shirt as he reaches for the sky) before sliding into the front seat. Dean backs them out of the logging road, the verdant green pines on either side nearly overwhelming his night-accustomed eyes.
Cas calls Sam as they roar down the highway again. It’s only 5 a.m., but Dean handed Cas the phone and told him to give Sam a wakeup call. The kid deserves it after a good night’s sleep in a real bed.
They pull into the parking lot of the Cedar Crest Motel just past 5:30. Dean ends up having to park on the street, though, because the lot’s at capacity, not a single spot unoccupied. He pats Baby in apology as he leaves her, and he and Cas make their way to the room number that a very irritated, cranky Sam snapped at them over the phone.
They’ve almost reached it when Dean suddenly stops dead. He grabs Cas’ arm. Cas shoots him a questioning glance.
“Look." Dean points up at the motel sign. There, huge red letters, blinking through the pale morning light, spell out a clear VACANCY.
“It’s hardly been six hours," Dean says. "No one would’ve checked out in the middle of the night.”
Suspicion rising rapidly, he strides to Sam’s door and knocks as obnoxiously as he can. As soon as the door creaks open, he reaches through and grabs Sam’s shirt, yanking him outside. Sam protests and slaps at Dean with one hand, shoving his bird’s nest hair out of his face with the other.
“What the hell, Dean!”
Dean just throws one arm up at the sign, staring at Sam with raised eyebrows. As soon as Sam sees what he’s pointing at, he shrinks into what Dean immediately recognizes as guilty little brother posture. He’s not even trying to hide it.
Sam clears his throat awkwardly, eyes darting between Dean and Sam, before holding out a placating hand. “I just-- I just thought, maybe you could use some time alone,” he explains hastily, backing up a bit into the room. “If we all ended up here, Dean, you’d insist that we share, you know you would.”
Dean knows Sam’s right (he’s careful with their fake money, so sue him), but he keeps glaring regardless.
“I just wanted some time with Eileen,” Sam mumbles, deflating a bit. “And I thought, y’know, with how you and Cas have been acting lately, that you’d-- uh, that you’d want some time together, too.”
Dean sputters. “Acting? We-- what--”
“Thank you, Sam,” Cas says, deep voice cutting off Dean’s protests. “We had a very pleasant night.”
Sam’s eyes widen and he straightens up, a knowing grin stretching over his face. His eyes dart to Dean’s popped collar. “Oh yeah? Did you now?”
Dean shoves him into the room and slams the door shut. There. He turns to Cas, who looks amused.
“Give me at least a couple days before blabbing to my brother,” Dean says, but he finds himself smiling. Cas nods. He reaches out and takes Dean’s hand, just for a moment, squeezing before letting it fall again.
“Of course, Dean.”
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