#that brings back up the question of what happened to him?

[helaintoloki]

Back to You

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mild language, pining, fluff

notes: my bucky and yelena brain rot is off the charts which is how this came about

summary: Yelena’s interest in y/n forces Bucky to confront his feelings for her as the Thunderbolts take refuge in her home

“I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Well, this is definitely more interesting than whatever I had planned today,” you respond jokingly as you finish stitching closed the gash on Bucky’s pectoral. “I will say, if I knew I’d be having company I probably would have tidied up a bit around here.”

Both yours and Bucky’s gazes turn to the group of beaten down misfits that occupy your living room at the mention of company. The amount of people taking refuge in your home made it appear almost comically small, but you weren’t exactly new to having to take care of super heroes- or in this case antiheroes- on a whim like this.

Before Thanos and the Blip, you had been a good friend of Steve’s. As his neighbor across the hall who also happened to be a nurse, he tended to treat your apartment like his own personal health clinic after a particularly grueling day of protecting the city. You welcomed him in without question of course, and after some time he had begun bringing friends in need of patch jobs with him. This was how you met Sam and Natasha, and eventually Bucky. You were enthralled by the turmoil swimming in his eyes and his reserved nature, and your gentleness and willingness to help a total stranger like him with no reservation had stuck with Bucky forever.

You lost touch with them all after the Sokovia Accords debacle and being turned into dust for five years, but once the work of the infinity stones had been reversed and you were able to attempt a life at normalcy, Bucky and Sam had returned right back to your doorstep.

In the years that passed, you and Bucky had been able to form a close friendship. It didn’t happen without growing pains throughout the process of course, and it took time for the super soldier to open himself up to you so intimately, but you’d been able to reach a point where Bucky could come to you for anything and vice versa. So when he’d called five minutes before his arrival asking to seek shelter in your modest home, you immediately agreed without question.

“Alright, you’re good to go,” you inform him after smoothing out the bandage on his chest. Looking out to the rest of the group, you hold up your first aid kit and ask, “Anyone else need some TLC?”

You’re met with silence to which Bucky offers you a comforting pat on the shoulder before hopping off of your counter. The group looks more exhausted and defeated than anything, and he convinces you they’ll probably be fine.

“Well, in the meantime, would anyone like breakfast? I think I have some pancake mix around here somewhere,” you murmur absently, and this gets some heads to finally turn.

“Pancakes… would be nice,” Yelena offers with pursed lips and a shrug, trying to be inconspicuous as she obviously snoops through your things.

“Do you have eggs?” John voices tiredly. “I could really go for some scrambled eggs.”

“Eggs and pancakes… anything else?”

“I cannot have eggs without bacon,” Alexei notes thoughtfully only for Bucky to roll his eyes.

“You don’t have to cook all of that,” he tries to assure you only for you to shake your head in response.

“It’s really no problem, I’m just glad I went grocery shopping yesterday.”

You give Bucky a reassuring smile before disappearing into the kitchen, allowing him the chance to finally walk over and snatch the frame Yelena had been scrutinizing behind your back from her grasp.

“What are you doing?” He retorts in annoyance before setting it back down on the shelf. “We’re guests here, you can’t just touch all of her stuff.”

“She has a photo of my sister,” the blonde rebuffs defensively, “I have a right to touch it. Why does she have it?”

“Before she was my friend, she was Steve’s friend. He introduced her to Natasha, and they became friends too. Good friends.”

“Hmm,” she replies thoughtfully, finally easing up a bit as she takes in the information. “If Natasha considered her a friend, then I will too.”

“Yeah, I think she’s good on friends right now,” Bucky scoffs. Yelena raises a brow at his annoyance before a coy smile begins to form on her lips.

“Are you threatened by me, Barnes?” She prompts with a laugh, only doubling down when she notices the aggravated tick of his jaw. “Because it’s okay if you are, I understand. I mean, she is a beautiful woman, and I can see how much you love her-“

“Hold on a minute, what are you talking about?”

“Surely you cannot be this stupid,” Yelena affirms with a teasing smile that soon falls at Bucky’s flustered demeanor. “Or maybe you are.”

“I don’t love y/n,” Bucky says defensively, voice hushed to avoid any prying ears from listening to their conversation. “She’s just a good friend.”

“Well, if she’s just a good friend then you won’t mind if I go talk to her and tell her how much I love what she’s done with this place,” Yelena states plainly with a mischievous smile as she makes her way towards the kitchen only to be stopped by Bucky grabbing onto her arm.

“Don’t,” he warns with a scowl. From his spot on the couch, Alexei laughs.

“You are smart to stop her, Barnes,” he notes proudly, “my Yelena is quite the lady killer.”

“What’s the harm, Barnes? You obviously do not want to date this beautiful woman who has opened her home to us, so why can’t I?”

“If I admit I love her will you stop?” Bucky begs despite the clear aggravation in his tone. With her hands raised in surrender and lips pulled into a small frown, Yelena suspends her march towards the kitchen once Bucky finally relinquishes his hold on her arm. “Thank you.”

“Life is short, James. Do not let her sit and wait for you forever.”

Bucky lets out a long exhale through his nose at her words, and despite how much she annoys him, he knows she’s right. Bucky loves you and has always held a deep sense of admiration for the selfless woman who had taken him and Steve in without question despite the fact that it would get her into trouble with the government. You were one of the first to show him genuine kindness after spending years under Hydra’s thumb, and he’d never be able to forget that. You are his light in darkness, his saving grace, his confidant, and that’s why he’s so hesitant to fully bring you into his world by asking you to be his partner. Being friends keeps you at an arm’s length from the dangers of his life, but being the one he comes home to after a high stakes mission puts you in a whole new light to his enemies, and he’s not sure if he’s ready to put you through that just yet.

“Breakfast is on the table!” You call out from the kitchen, and Bucky watches with a wry grin as every person in the living room moves their aching bodies hastily into the dining room to get a chance at scoring some of your pancakes. You meet him shortly after and present him his own plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon to enjoy in peace away from the rest.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind so I figured you’d want to eat out here,” you explain with a careful smile before joining him on the couch. “You gonna be okay?”

“I don’t know if these guys are up for this,” he admits almost dejectedly, casting a glance towards the dining room where the Thunderbolts sit loudly bickering over the syrup bottle.

“Hey, as long as they have you there with them, I think they’ll be okay,” you comfort reassuringly, reaching forward to give his arm a tender squeeze.

“I really doubt that, but thanks,” Bucky responds with a weak chuckle, “you keep me sane.”

“It’s my speciality.”

A comfortable silence washes over you then as you meet each other’s tender gazes and enjoy the rare moment of peace shared between you both. Bucky longs to just pull you into his arms and hold you, but he resists and instead returns to enjoying his breakfast.

“We’ll be out of your hair as soon as they’re done eating,” Bucky reassures you only for you to give him an indifferent shrug.

“That’s fine, but can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you ever going to kiss me?” You prompt with an innocent smile, catching poor Bucky off guard as he momentarily chokes on his pancakes.

“What?” He splutters, fist thumping on his chest to help the food go down.

“I mean, maybe I’m reading it all wrong, but I feel like sometimes you look at me like you want to kiss me,” you explain simply, “and I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

“That obvious, huh?” He sighs with a bashful smile before setting his plate down on the coffee table.

“Yeah, well, that and also Yelena might have told me something on her way to the dining room,” you offer with an apologetic laugh.

“Oh, god, what did she say?”

“Something along the lines of if you never man up and decide to tell me how you feel that I should give her a call.”

“She’s a pain in my ass,” he grumbles irately, but his tone softens as he looks to you in remorse and continues, “but she’s right. You deserve to know how I feel about you.”

Smiling, you move closer to the super soldier so that you can curl into his side and rest your head upon his chest. His arms immediately come to wrap around your figure as he kisses the crown of your head, prompting you to let out a content sigh.

“We can figure out all the details when you get back from saving the world,” you assure him, “but just know that I love you, and I’ll be here waiting for you to come home.”

“Home,” Bucky sighs wistfully, already mourning your time together as he thinks about having to leave you behind. “I can promise you this- nothing is going to stop me from coming back to you.”

You look up to meet his tender gaze and are pleasantly surprised when he leans down to press a careful kiss to your lips. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you savor the moment you’ve been longing for ever since you met Bucky, and by the way he kisses you as if you are the air he needs to breathe, you think it’s safe to assume he feels the same.

His heart is yours, and as you tenderly embrace from the comfort of your couch, you can rest assured that to Bucky, home is where you are.

[consistently-panicked]

Ok hold on. Now I don’t disagree with your take. Jess is 100% given way more shit than he deserves by people. He’s a heavily traumatized teenager and a lot of his actions stem from that. He reacts based on how he feels in the moment and very little logic (which, again, he’s a teenager. This is very normal).

BUT, he did way more than outlining a body in chalk outside of Doose’s to get the “bad boy” reputation. He stole from Babette (Pierpon, gorgeous), he attempted to steal the beer from Lorelai, he stole Rory’s bracelet (yes he found it after it had fallen off, but he still took it and didn’t return it until much later), he got in fights at school (whether Chuck Presby deserved to be punched is besides the point, to a small town like Stars Hollow fighting would absolutely have people thinking you’re a “problem child”), he skipped school constantly (same situation as the fighting. People should’ve been asking him why he was skipping school and tried to help him feel more engaged and actually care about his education. Whether he would’ve accepted the help is another question, but he was a child and most of the adults in his life fundamentally failed him).

And now, for the biggest example of Jess being the bad boy, and honestly that’s not even the way I’d phrase it because in this moment he’s really just acting like a bad person. Season 3, Episode 19. Oh boy. Consent wise, the scene from the party is extremely dubious. Rory is very clearly uncomfortable and she is verbally expressing this. But Jess continues. In my opinion, the whole scene feels very coercion/ manipulation esque. Him continuing to pursue Rory in this moment doesn’t stop until she physically removes herself from the room. It’s an incredibly uncomfortable scene to watch and it’s because of Jess’ gross actions. Of course, we don’t know how many people in Stars Hollow’s know about what happened, but there were many people who witnessed him and Dean fighting afterwards and considering what a small town it is, I’m sure at least part of the story was known.

So listen. I think the people of Stars Hollow’s judged him way too harshly way too quickly and more often than not, his actions were not those of a bad boy, but those of an angry and traumatized teenager who needed HELP. But there were also quite a few instances where his choices affected others negatively, and whether you’re traumatized or a teenager it’s important to recognize that your choices affect others. And, of course, nothing excuses the way he acted at that party and I hope that at some point he apologized to Rory and really took a step back to evaluate his actions. It’s the least he could do.

(Now, I didn’t bring anything up about the whole car situation and there’s a reason. I think that is a huge example of the town just blaming him because it was easy and convenient to pin it on the kid no one liked, the bad boy. Even though it was Rory’s fault and she tried to tell everyone as much.)

Sorry for the long ramble, this show has been my most prominent hyperfixation for years, so I have a LOT of thoughts about it and the characters.

Jess’s ‘bad boy’ label to me is so, so funny. He is constantly reading, works two jobs, saved enough money to buy a car—but he’s the ultimate bad boy in the town’s eyes. Let’s be clear, the most ‘rebellious’ thing he did was the chalk outline outside Doose’s. Boy did magic tricks for his crush, why is he labeled a bad boy? 😭

[puppym3]

felix x reader ─── two-time thing

synopsis - after everything that happened last time, you couldn't bare to see him face-to-face, but after restless nights and finding him in your dreams, you made it to his bed.

wc: 9.1k

silly tags: MDNI! 18+, bsf!felix, afab!reader, definitely pining, angst, questionable dreams, idiots to (eventually) lovers, realization of feelings, awkwardness, other members appear, pt 3 will come!!, pt 1 for recap -> here

MDNI!! smut warnings under cut!!

WARNINGS: smut, lots of kissing, lowkey dry-humping, grinding, masturbation (m. rec), hair pulling, handjob, a lot of sounds are made

Fight or flight? No doubt you chose flight.

You weren't sure how long you stayed in your room, but the tension was so thick throughout the entire house that you couldn't dare to step out of your comfort place.

Embarrassment clung to your skin like a second layer, suffocating and unrelenting. You, too mortified to face reality, had trapped yourself in your room.

Your friends had noticed, of course. You couldn’t completely cut yourself off without them catching on, especially when meals became a problem. The reliance on others for basic needs was humiliating, but the thought of stepping outside your self-imposed prison made your stomach churn.

Chan, ever the nurturing friend, complied without question at first, bringing you food with a furrowed brow and soft reminders. “You’re gonna get sick if you stay in here,” he’d say gently, setting the plate on your desk before retreating without prying too much- though the concern in his eyes lingered long after he left.

Lee Know, on the other hand, was less forgiving. When you’d sheepishly asked him through text for a favor, he left you on read without a single reply. The message was clear: get your act together.

Then there were Seungmin and Han. Unlike the others, they weren’t content to just drop off food and go. Seungmin, sharp-eyed and intuitive, had crossed his arms and leaned against your doorframe one afternoon, his voice tinged with amusement but lined with curiosity. “You wanna tell me what’s really going on?” he’d asked, his tone deceptively casual. When you shook your head, he’d sighed dramatically. “You’re lucky I’m nice.”

Han was less subtle. He’d plopped down outside your door once, knocking rhythmically until you opened up just a crack. “C’mon,” he coaxed, grinning mischievously. “Whatever happened can’t be that bad. Spill it.” You’d slammed the door in his face before he could say more, your face burning.

But tonight was different.

"So you like pulling hair, hm?" A deep voice drawled, the words barely a whisper before the tug on your hair sent a jolt through your entire body.

Your knees hit the floor, the sharp sting of the impact radiating through your legs, but it was nothing compared to the scorching heat that coursed through your veins. Felix stood above you, his dark eyes gleaming with an amusement that made your pulse quicken. His hand remained in your hair, pulling your head back with an ease that made you feel entirely at his mercy.

"Tell me, is that all you want from me?" His voice was low, teasing, almost dangerous. The question lingered in the air, thick and charged, as if daring you to admit something you weren’t sure you wanted to say.

You wanted to answer, wanted to insist that wasn’t the case at all. You couldn’t think like this about Felix. He was your best friend. He always had been. But the words stuck in your throat, none of the words formed in your head being able to come out. Instead, a single, breathless "Yes" escaped, and it felt like your whole world tilted.

"If I’d known sooner," Felix murmured, his breath ghosting against your ear, "I would've just given you what you wanted right away. Saved us both the trouble, huh?"

Heat flushed your skin. Shame mixed with something more dangerous, as his words settled into your chest like a weight. The rough pull on your hair made your breath catch. He didn’t have to speak again for you to understand the power he wielded over you in that moment.

"You thought you could hide it, didn’t you? Pervert."

The word hit like a slap, but it only stoked the fire burning deep inside you, a dangerous mixture of arousal and guilt. The feeling was intoxicating, suffocating, leaving you dizzy.

Your eyes flew open, your body jerking awake with a gasp as if you'd just surfaced from deep water. The darkness of your room enveloped you, but it did little to soothe the wild thrum in your chest. Your skin was sticky with sweat, the sheets clinging to you in uncomfortable heat.

Felix’s voice lingered in your ears, a faint whisper that refused to leave you. The echo of his touch, his hand in your hair, was still present, the warmth of it searing your scalp and making your body ache in places you didn’t want to acknowledge.

What the hell?

Your heart hammered in your chest, too fast, too loud. You couldn’t get his words out of your head: Pervert. The way he had looked down at you, amused, like he knew exactly what you were feeling. The power, the control. It was all wrong, and yet the heat between your legs told a different story.

"God," you whispered hoarsely, your body betraying you as you squeezed your thighs together, trying in vain to will the ache away. It was irrational, unwanted, but you couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t stop thinking about Felix. Your best friend.

You shifted in the bed, throwing an arm over your face in a feeble attempt to block it all out. This was all your mind playing tricks on you. Your subconscious messing with you because of that stupid night, the one when you'd been curled up against him, your fingers brushing through his hair absently. The sound he made when you tugged at the strands had been so soft, so unexpected, that it had sent a bolt of heat straight to your core.

You hadn’t meant to pull his hair. You hadn’t meant to like it. You hadn’t meant for anything that followed to happen, either. But there was only so long you could tell yourself it was a mistake before it stopped feeling like one.

That night. That night when you’d asked- no, pleaded with him to let you watch. It had been an accident, a slip of the tongue, a momentary lapse in judgment. But it wasn’t just a mistake.

It wasn’t just one.

That was the part that made your chest tight with panic, the feeling that it had already happened once, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

No. You wouldn’t let yourself do this again. You couldn’t.

It was just a dream, you repeated aloud, as if saying the words would make them true. Just a dream.

But even as the words left your lips, you knew they didn’t make sense. The ache, the heat, the guilt, they were real, and they felt dangerously real.

Just a dream.

-

You tried. You really did.

You buried yourself under your blankets, squeezed your eyes shut, and willed your mind to drift anywhere but back to him- to Felix’s voice, his touch, the ghost of his breath against your skin. But the harder you tried to suppress it, the more it clawed its way to the surface, relentless and consuming.

Sleep wouldn’t come. It never did on nights like this.

You rolled onto your side, gripping the sheets in frustration, your heart still unsteady. The dreams had unsettled you in ways you weren’t ready to confront. It wasn’t just the weight of his words, the way they had sent a shiver down your spine, it was everything else. The longing. The loss. The quiet, aching realization that you missed him.

Not just his touch, not just the confusing way your body had responded to him in your dream. You missed him.

His laugh would make his eyes sparkle, and always broke through the heaviest of silences. The way he clung to you without hesitation, throwing his arms around your shoulders or draping himself over you like it was second nature. You used to roll your eyes, shove him off playfully, but now? Now you felt cold without the weight of him, without the warmth of his presence filling the space beside you.

And you’d been avoiding him.

You’d kept your distance, hoping that space would clear your head, but it only made it worse. The days felt empty without his voice in them, without his brightness cutting through your usual gloom. Now everything seemed unbearably quiet.

A choked sound slipped past your lips before you even realized you were crying.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, and you curled into yourself, gripping the pillow like it could somehow fill the space Felix left behind. You felt stupid. Weak. But no matter how hard you tried to push the feeling down, it only swelled, filling your chest with a pressure you couldn’t escape.

You missed him. You missed him so much it hurt.

You hated this. You hated yourself for feeling this way, for wanting him so badly when you weren’t even sure what it was you wanted. For running away when all you really wanted to do was run straight to him.

Why couldn't you have just said nothing that day? Why did you have to make a mess of things and then disappear? Why did you have to ruin everything with a few stupid words?

"Lixie..."

Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears, the words a strained, choked whisper.

"I miss you."

-

The next morning, the sky was overcast, threatening rain. A dull grey had settled over the world, the clouds hanging low in the sky, the air heavy and damp.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You were exhausted, having barely slept a wink, and the last thing you wanted to do was get up.

But there was a nagging sense of guilt, a persistent feeling that you should at least try. So, with great effort, you dragged yourself out of bed.

The house was quiet, the silence broken only by the distant patter of rain against the window. The kitchen was empty, the countertop clean and bare, as if nobody had touched it.

You stood in the empty kitchen, fingers ghosting over the cold countertop. The house was eerily still. No clatter of dishes, no muffled voices from the other rooms, no muffled music playing through the walls, nothing.

Felix wasn’t here.

Your feet moved before your mind caught up.

The hallway was dim, the soft patter of rain against the windows the only sound accompanying you as you stopped in front of his door. It was cracked open, just enough for you to push it the rest of the way without much effort.

The moment you stepped inside, his scent wrapped around you.

Warm, familiar, Felix.

A mix of something subtly sweet; maybe vanilla, and the faint trace of his cologne. It was so distinctly him that your chest tightened painfully, a strange feeling simmering under your skin.

Your gaze drifted over the room, taking in the familiar chaos. His desk was cluttered, papers scattered haphazardly, some crumpled at the edges like he’d been frustrated while working. His PC sat idle, a dark screen reflecting the dim light filtering in through the rain-streaked window.

And your eyes roamed to the other side, you saw them.

An array of different kinds of photos all together on his desk.

Your breath caught as you stepped closer, fingers hesitantly brushing over the small collection of photos.

It was you. Both of you.

Photos you don't even remember taking, one of you and him dressed for a formal night, a photo strip you guys took at a mall together, a picture of you sleeping on him.

He had kept these.

You swallowed hard, a wave of something you didn’t know how to name crashing over you. You didn't know what this meant right now, sure, it was normal to keep photos of your friends, but so close to his desk? A place he spends a lot of his time at?

Slowly, you turned away from the desk, eyes landing on his bed. The blanket on his mattress was messy, like he’d left in a hurry, and the sight of them made your stomach twist.

You shouldn’t. And you knew you shouldn’t.

But the weight of everything was too much, the pull of him too strong. Before you could second-guess yourself, you were crawling into his bed, sinking into the warmth of his space, his scent enveloping you completely.

Had he been sleeping well? Hopefully, he had some peace at night compared to you.

Or did he spend his nights thinking of you as well? Did he miss you too?

Did he stare at your photos until his eyes started to hurt, and then close them, wishing he could fall asleep and see you instead of the back of his eyelids?

Was it wrong to imagine him like this? To think about him the same way he had thought about you?

You weren’t sure. Maybe, probably, definitely.

But in the safety of his room, surrounded by his scent, the thought was too tempting to ignore.

Felix was your best friend. He had been since forever. And yet, you couldn’t help but think about him like this. The way he had looked at you, the way his fingers had curled around your chin, his gaze focused on you. The way his breath had hitched, the way he had pulled his lower lip between his teeth. The way his cheeks flushed.

He was beautiful. You knew that, you always had, but the thought never felt this... dangerous.

And he had looked at you. Just, only at you.

Like you were the only thing he could see. Like you were the only thing that mattered. Like he wanted to devour you, and it scared the shit out of you.

It was stupid. Irrational.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his sheets, his scent overwhelming you in the best and worst way possible. It made your skin burn, your stomach twist, your mind spiral into places you shouldn’t let it go.

It wasn’t just missing him anymore.

It was wanting him.

The weight of it pressed down on you, suffocating in its intensity. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down on your lip, desperately trying to will the feeling away. But it was useless.

You could still feel the ghost of his touch, the way his fingers had brushed against your skin, the way he had looked at you, really looked at you. Not as a friend. Not as someone he’d known forever. But as something else. Something more.

The memory of it sent a shiver down your spine.

Your thighs pressed together involuntarily, but it only made things worse. The ache was unbearable, sharp and all-consuming. Your body was betraying you, responding to something you weren’t ready to admit to yourself.

You let out a shaky breath, barely a whimper, and before you could stop it, a sob ripped through your chest.

Tears burned hot as they slid down your cheeks, frustration and guilt tangling into something unbearable. What was wrong with you? Why were you like this? Why did you have to ruin everything by feeling this way?

Felix was your best friend. Your best friend.

And yet, here you were, crying into his pillow because you wanted him so badly it hurt.

The sound of the door creaking open barely registered at first.

"Y/N?"

You froze.

The sound of Felix’s voice cut through the haze of your emotions like a blade, sharp and inescapable. It shouldn’t have been this way. You shouldn’t be in his bed, gripping his sheets like they were the only thing tethering you to the world. You shouldn’t be crying over him, missing him so desperately that it physically hurt.

You shouldn’t want him.

But you did.

And now, standing at the foot of the bed, Felix was looking at you, really looking at you, his damp hair from the rain clinging to his forehead, his lips slightly parted in shock. His eyes, warm and deep, flickered with too many emotions to decipher.

“Shit,” he breathed.

His voice was unsteady, like he wasn’t sure what to say, like he was trying to understand why you were here, curled up in his sheets, looking at him like he was the only thing keeping you from shattering completely.

He said your name again, softer this time, laced with concern.

You forced yourself to sit up, your fingers trembling as you swiped at your tear-streaked cheeks. The weight of his stare was suffocating. What are you even supposed to say? That you missed him? That you had spent nights aching for him, haunted by the way he used to fit into your life, into your space, into you?

You swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper. "Sorry."

Felix’s brows furrowed. That was the last thing he expected you to say.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was quiet, but there was something else beneath it. Something careful. Something dangerous.

You hesitated. “I… I was looking for you.”

It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Felix’s expression softened, his sharp features easing into something more familiar, something more him. He took a step closer, then another, hesitance flickering in his eyes like he was afraid you might bolt.

You didn’t.

Instead, you stayed still as he slowly, cautiously, sat down on the edge of the bed beside you.

The space between you was barely there, just inches separating your leg from his, the warmth of him reaching you before his touch did. The tension was suffocating, thick enough to drown in. It was the closest you had been to him in weeks, and the reality of it sent your pulse into a dizzying rhythm.

"Y/N…"

The way he said your name; gentle, almost pleading, made something inside you splinter.

He turned his body toward you, leaning in slightly, his voice softer than the rain against the window. “Are you okay?”

You wished he hadn’t asked.

The moment the words left his lips, something inside you gave way, cracking under the weight of everything you’d been holding back.

You squeezed your eyes shut, but it was useless. The flood was already coming.

A choked sob tore from your throat, your body betraying you as fresh tears spilled down your cheeks. You shook your head, barely able to breathe through the tightness in your chest.

“No,” you whispered, broken and raw.

And then Felix moved. No hesitation as he reached for you, pulling you against him in one fluid motion, his arms wrapping around you in a way that felt effortless. Like this is where you were meant to be.

His warmth consumed you instantly, the steady rise and fall of his chest grounding you even as your own breath came out uneven and shaky. He smelled like rain and something distinctly him, vanilla, musk, and home, it made your head spin.

You clung to him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie like he might disappear if you let go. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, his skin warm against your cheek. The scent of him, the weight of his arms around you, it was everything you had missed, everything you had craved but refused to admit.

Felix let out a breath against your hair, his grip tightening, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles against your back. But you could feel it, the way his heartbeat wasn’t steady, the way his own breath was just slightly uneven.

Was he feeling this too?

Was this affecting him the way it was breaking you apart?

"Lix…" Your voice came out in a desperate whisper, muffled against his skin.

His arms flexed around you, just for a second.

"Don't-" he sighed, his tone heavy with something you couldn't quite place, "-don't say anything now."

He sounded tired, almost resigned, like he had finally come to terms with something he couldn't fight.

"I want to be selfish for a moment," he said quietly, his words sending a shiver down your spine, "just for a little while."

Your heart thudded against your ribs, too fast, too loud, a painful reminder that this was real. That he was holding you, that he was whispering against your hair, that he was breathing in your scent, and god, this wasn't supposed to be this way.

It wasn't supposed to be this painful.

You closed your eyes, willing yourself not to let more tears fall, not now, not when you were already clinging to him like a lifeline.

You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that, tangled in each other's arms, his hands tracing patterns against your back.

The rain continued to fall, a soft patter against the windows. The faint glow of the sky had shifted, the grey giving way to a warm orange hue as the sun dipped below the horizon. You weren't quite sure what happened in that time, the exhaustion finally kept up to you and the feeling in his arms was too good, and soon, sleep was pulling you under.

But just before the darkness took over, Felix spoke again, so quietly you could barely hear it, his breath ghosting against the shell of your ear.

"I missed you, too."

-

The first thing you registered upon waking was warmth.

The steady rise and fall of a chest beneath your cheek lulling you into a state of half-consciousness. For a moment, you forgot where you were, caught in the hazy in-between of dreams and reality. Then, the scent of him filled your lungs, the slow, even heartbeat under your palm grounding you, and it all came rushing back.

You were in his bed.

Your breath hitched as the realization settled. He was still right next to you, you were still curled into him, his arms still loosely draped around you like he had never let go.

Maybe he hadn’t.

You barely dared to move, afraid of shattering whatever fragile moment this was. But the ache in your chest, the longing you had buried so deep, was unbearable. You wanted- no, needed to be closer. Just a little more.

Slowly, carefully, you shifted, nuzzling deeper into the crook of his neck, your nose brushing against his collarbone. His scent surrounded you, overwhelming and intoxicating, a cruel reminder of everything you had missed. Your fingers hesitated for only a second before they moved, ghosting along the hem of his hoodie before slipping underneath, meeting the warmth of his skin.

You could feel how he tensed under you.

It was barely perceptible, just the smallest hitch in his breath, the subtle tightening of his fingers against your waist. If you weren’t pressed against him, you might’ve missed it.

But you didn’t.

You stayed still for a moment, waiting. His breathing remained steady, deceptively even, as if he were still asleep. But you knew better. You knew him. The way his fingers twitched, the way his chest rose just a little too sharply, the way his lips were parted just so... it was all too careful.

Felix was awake.

But now, you couldn't afford to care. Your fingers, still under his hoodie, traced the bare skin of his stomach, featherlight, barely there. The muscles beneath your touch tensed slightly, his breath faltering for half a second before evening out again.

He was pretending.

You swallowed back a laugh, feeling emboldened by the way his body reacted despite his act. Slowly, you tilted your head up, your lips barely grazing the line of his jaw, soft and unintentional, or at least, that’s how you wanted it to seem. His Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallowed breath, and the smallest noise, something between a sigh and a hum, escaped his throat.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

“Felix,” you murmured against his skin, your voice low and sweet, testing, teasing.

His grip on your waist tightened, a fraction too firm, and this time, he didn’t bother to hide the way he inhaled sharply.

You smiled against his jaw. “Are you asleep?”

Nothing.

No response.

Just silence and the pounding of both your hearts in the space between you.

Your lips ghosted down, soft and unhurried, tracing the line of his throat. You could feel his pulse hammering beneath his skin, fast and uneven, betraying him in a way his stillness couldn’t. Your hand slid higher under his hoodie, your fingertips brushing over the warm planes of his abdomen, teasing along the defined lines.

Then, just as your lips met the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder, Felix finally broke.

A sharp inhale, a barely contained shudder, and then—

“Y/N.”

His voice was rough, breathless, like he had been holding it back for too long.

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, and he was staring back at you, heavy-lidded, filled with something unreadable yet entirely unmistakable. His lips were parted slightly, his breath uneven, and the way he was looking at you sent a shiver down your spine.

You felt him shift, his hand sliding up your back, his fingers grazing your skin beneath your shirt. His touch was deliberate, careful, like he was grounding himself. Or maybe grounding you.

“You knew,” you accused, voice barely above a whisper.

Felix’s lips curved into something dangerously close to a smirk, but there was something softer beneath it, something hesitant.

“Of course I knew,” he murmured, his thumb stroking absent patterns against your hip. “You’re not subtle.”

Heat curled low in your stomach, and you hated how easily he could turn the tables with just a look, a touch, a word.

His eyes flickered to your lips.

Your breath caught.

Then, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it, Felix whispered, “What are you doing?”

Your fingers curled against his chest, gripping his hoodie as if that would steady you. You didn’t have an answer. Or maybe, you had too many.

But right now, in this moment, none of them mattered.

Because all you could think about was how close he was, how his hand was splayed against your skin, how his lips were right there, and how neither of you seemed willing to pull away.

How easy it would be to just lean in.

Your breath trembled, shaky and desperate, as you leaned in, just enough for your lips to graze his, barely a whisper of a touch. But it was enough. The moment they made contact, a sharp, electric shiver shot down your spine, spreading heat through your entire body. Felix’s breath hitched, and for a fleeting second, he stayed still, holding his breath, as if unsure how to respond.

But the moment you started to pull back, his fingers dug into your hip, pulling you back toward him with a quiet urgency that sent your heart pounding. His lips parted, and the sound that escaped him; a relieved sigh, broke you completely. It was so raw, so needy, and it undid you in ways you hadn’t expected.

You couldn’t stop yourself. Your fingers found their way into his hair again, tugging gently, guiding him closer as you let him pull you in. The soft strands slipped through your fingers, and you could hear him, so close to you, making those quiet, broken, desperate sounds that made everything inside you burn. The heat in your stomach twisted, a knot of need that only seemed to grow tighter as his hand slid higher along your back, pulling you flush against him, pressing you harder into him like he couldn’t get enough.

The second kiss wasn’t tentative. It was hungry. A deep, urgent collision of lips and tongues, slow but with a hunger that left you both breathless. His lips moved against yours, teasing and tasting, savoring. When you sighed into him, something broke, both of you, releasing any last semblance of restraint.

His grip on you tightened, turning desperate, pulling you impossibly closer. His lips parted against yours, moving over you with an intensity that sent a wave of heat crashing over you. You moaned quietly, fingers framing his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks before your hands tangled deeper into his hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, to taste him, to lose yourself in him.

A low sound rumbled in his chest, raw and broken, as he exhaled shakily against your lips. His fingers slipped under your shirt, the warmth of his touch sending waves of fire over your skin as they traced the curve of your spine, leaving a trail of heated promises. You could feel him trembling beneath you, his body taut, his breath a shallow, uneven rhythm. He was barely holding back.

“Y/N,” he rasped, and the way he said your name; like it was the only tether keeping him grounded, sent a shiver straight through you.

Your breath came in sharp, uneven pulls, your mind spinning as you forced yourself to break away. Your forehead pressed against his, and for a brief moment, you tried to gather your thoughts, but the haze of heat clouded your mind, leaving nothing but need, nothing but him.

What the hell were you doing?

Felix was your best friend. Your sweet, goofy, sunshine of a best friend. But right now, there was nothing sweet or goofy about the way he looked at you.

You were now- somehow, straddling his lap, your fingers tangled in his hair, your lips swollen from his kisses. And Felix- Felix looked absolutely wrecked. His pupils were blown wide, his breath coming in shallow, uneven pants as he stared at you like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. His hoodie had slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin, flushed with heat, and the sight of him like this; disheveled, desperate, waiting, had your stomach twisting with pure, aching want.

“Fuck.” The curse slipped out before you could stop it, your voice shaking with everything you were feeling. Because you knew.

You weren’t stopping.

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and that was it. That was all it took for the last fraying thread of restraint to snap.

You crashed into him, and he met you with just as much desperation.

The kiss was nothing like before. It was raw, all heat and hunger, lips moving together in a mess of gasps and teeth and need. His hands were on you in an instant, gripping your waist, sliding up beneath your shirt, fingers splayed across your back like he needed to feel every inch of your skin against his.

You gasped into his mouth, and the sound made him shudder beneath you, his nails pressing into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. The friction sent a dizzying wave of heat through you, making your stomach tighten, making you crave more, more, more.

Your hands roamed, desperate to touch him, to make him fall apart beneath you. You dragged your nails lightly down his scalp, and the noise that left his lips; low, needy, wrecked, shot straight through you, pooling molten heat between your legs.

“Fuck, Felix,” you breathed against his lips, your voice barely a whisper, but he heard it. You knew he did, because he groaned, his hands gripping your waist harder, grinding up into you without thinking. The feeling of him beneath you, warm and hard and completely lost in you, sent a sharp thrill through your veins.

Your lips parted, and he took the opportunity, his tongue sliding against yours, deep and slow, tasting, savoring. The way he kissed you; like he was drowning in it, in you, had you whimpering into his mouth, had your fingers fisting his hoodie, holding on for dear life.

“Shit-” He pulled back just enough to breathe, but his forehead was still pressed against yours, his lips hovering over yours like he couldn’t bear to be too far away. His voice was hoarse, ruined, his breath warm and heavy against your mouth. “Y/N…”

He couldn't seem to say anything else.

You swallowed, the ache between your legs growing more insistent by the second. Your body was burning, aching for him, and the fact that he was so hard beneath you, grinding up into you without hesitation, only made it worse.

You could feel the way his body tensed, the way his hips moved against yours, slow, experimental. His breaths were coming out in shallow pants, his lips parted, and his expression... he looked completely and utterly wrecked.

Your heart stuttered as it hit you all at once.

This was why you had kept him at a distance, why you had refused to let yourself linger too long in the warmth of his presence, why you had forced yourself to ignore every stolen glance, every lingering touch.

The realization crashed into you, knocking the air from your lungs.

You liked him.

Not just as your best friend. Not just in the way you always told yourself was innocent. No, this was something deeper, something that had been simmering beneath the surface for longer than you cared to admit. And now, with him beneath you, his lips swollen, his breath ragged, his body trembling with want, you couldn’t deny it anymore.

Felix was wrecked. But so were you.

A shaky exhale fell from your lips. You didn't want to think. Not now, not when everything was falling apart. All you wanted, all you could think about, was him.

Felix was unraveling beneath you. And you, God, you weren’t any better.

His hands trembled against your skin, his grip on you tight, unrelenting, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. His chest rose and fell in uneven, ragged breaths, his swollen lips parted, so aching.

Your pulse thundered in your ears, it felt like your heart was working overtime—what you were feeling in other places wasn't any better. And yet, when you shifted in his lap, when you rolled your hips against him, just to see, just to feel, Felix gasped, his head tipping back, a low moan falling from his lips.

“Y/N-” His voice wavered, his fingers digging into your waist. “Fuck, don’t-”

He cut himself off with a shuddering breath, his body tensing, his eyes screwing shut. You feel him trembling beneath you as you did it again, slower this time, you could feel your clothed core rub against the length of him with an unhurried, intoxicating friction. It caused your swollen clit to drag deliciously against the fabric of both of your clothes, causing you to throw your head back.

His hands flew to your thighs, gripping hard, as if to steady himself. A sound tore from his throat, breathless and wrecked, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, so desperate it made your entire body burn. So deep that it brought a chill up and down each vertebra of your spine.

“Shit-” His fingers flexed against your skin, his breathing erratic. “I can’t- I can’t fucking think when you do that.”

The confession sent a heady rush through you, and made something dark and hungry curl in your stomach. You wanted more. You wanted to hear him fall apart even more. You leaned in, lips ghosting over his jaw, down the column of his throat, feeling the way his pulse pounded beneath your mouth.

A soft whine left his lips, his hips jerking up into yours without warning, and the feeling, the friction, had you moaning softly into his skin. His fingers gripped your thighs, digging into the soft flesh, and the slight sting, the thought of his grip leaving a mark had heat pooling low in your stomach.

A sharp knock at the door sent a jolt through both of you, the sound cutting through the thick haze of heat that had settled in the room.

“Felix?”

Chan’s voice was muffled through the wood, but it was clear, steady, completely unaware of the way you and Felix were currently tangled together, breathless and trembling.

Felix went rigid beneath you, fingers twitching against your thighs before they fell away entirely, like he’d just realized where they were. His wide, dazed eyes snapped up to yours, his expression shifting from desperate hunger to sheer panic in a matter of seconds.

You barely had time to process the loss of his touch before Chan spoke again.

“Have you seen Y/N?” A pause. “She wasn’t in her room when I checked, and I- oh, uh, I brought breakfast for everyone.”

Felix made a choked sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between a cough and a quiet curse.

Your stomach dropped.

Your face burned, your breath still coming in short, uneven pulls as reality came crashing back down on you.

Felix looked just as wrecked, just as breathless, his chest still heaving beneath you, lips swollen and parted like he was still stuck somewhere between the moment you’d shared and the one you were currently panicking through.

You had to move. You had to get up, act normal, open the door, something-

But then you shifted, and the second you felt the hard press of him against you, felt the way your own body was still burning from the friction of before, you realized something else entirely.

You couldn’t leave like this.

Felix must have come to the same realization at the same time, because his hands shot out, gripping your waist, holding you still before you could make it worse. His jaw clenched, his eyes screwing shut as he inhaled sharply through his nose, trying- failing to steady himself.

A quiet curse slipped from his lips.

You swallowed thickly, your heart hammering as Chan’s voice rang out again, a little more hesitant this time.

“Felix?”

Felix’s throat bobbed, his grip on you tightening for a fleeting moment before he forced himself to speak, voice hoarse and uneven.

“Uhm- yeah. Yeah, I’m here.”

There was a pause.

“…Are you okay?”

Felix glanced at you, but you felt like you were on fire.

“Yeah!” He cleared his throat, scrambling for composure, but the breathless edge to his voice betrayed him immediately.

Felix’s grip on your waist tightened, as if desperately begging you not to move.

Chan hummed on the other side of the door, completely oblivious. “Alright, well, hurry up and come eat. I got enough for everyone. And please- please," he paused for a moment, trying to find the right words, "just call Y/N, it's not good for either of you to keep fighting.”

A beat of silence. Then-

The sound of retreating footsteps.

You both exhaled at the same time.

It took a second for the tension to shift, for the weight of what had just happened to sink in.

And then-

Felix groaned, dropping his head back against his pillow, running a hand over his face. “Oh my God.”

You swallowed, staring at him, your entire body still burning from the inside out.

He was still hard beneath you.

And you- well, you weren’t exactly in a better state.

You licked your lips, nerves twisting in your stomach as you tried to force yourself to move, to think, to figure out how you were supposed to get out of this mess without making it even worse.

Felix beat you to it.

“We can’t leave like this.” His voice was low, strained.

You nodded, heat creeping up your neck. “I know.”

A pause.

His throat bobbed. “I-” He hesitated, his fingers twitching against your waist like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. “I can- figure something out. Just- just give me a second.”

He was trying so hard to be responsible about this, to be rational, to get through this without making it worse.

But your mind was still spinning from before, still drowning in the memory of his body beneath yours, the sounds he had made, the way he had looked at you like he couldn’t think about anything else.

And maybe that was why the next words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I can take care of it.”

Silence.

Felix froze.

Your stomach twisted at the way his breath hitched, at the way his fingers tightened against your skin like he wasn’t sure he had heard you correctly.

His eyes found yours, searching, disbelieving.

“…What?”

You swallowed, your pulse thrumming beneath your skin. “Just- just let me, please.”

Something flickered across his expression, something hesitant and utterly wrecked. You could see the thoughts racing through his mind, the questions, the uncertainty, the sheer disbelief at what you had just suggested.

But when he spoke, his voice was quieter this time, more vulnerable.

“But..." he swallowed, his eyes searching your face, "you won’t run away after?”

You paused, something in his voice making your chest ache.

How could he think you would do that? After everything?

But then again, hadn't you pushed him away first? Didn't he have every right to think something like that from you?

Guilt simmered in your chest, you couldn't run this time.

"No, I won’t run," you said softly.

Felix held your gaze, and for a brief moment, it seemed like he was trying to figure out if you meant it.

"J- Just this once... then..?" His voice wavered, unsure, hesitant, but you could tell how much he wanted this. How much he had been waiting for this.

Just this once?

You don't know why, but even though you've heard those words before, this time they left a sharp sting in your chest.

You couldn't tell if it was guilt or not. Maybe it was the idea that he just saw this as a one-time thing. Or I guess, two-time thing now.

You shook the thoughts away, letting out a deep breath as you slowly got off of him, moving into a spot in between his legs and crouching down, and his head raises at the sudden change in position.

You don't have much experience when it comes to giving handjobs, so you were just going to follow what he did last time with the addition of a few things that you researched yourself. You had already seen him do it up close, the way his fingers tightened around the base of his shaft before sliding upwards in a slow movement. He had taken his time with himself, drawing it out and keeping it steady, the movements practiced and sure.

His breathing grew a little more ragged when he realized where this was heading. He started to sit up, his expression wary, a protest rising to his lips. But the moment his hand dropped to cover himself, your fingers found his. You could feel them twitching.

He fell still.

Your chest tightened.

His lips parted, a small gasp escaping, eyes fluttering closed as you let your hand hesitantly outline the trace of his length, replacing his hand. Your hand slid upwards, mimicking what his other hand did.

You didn't look up, didn't dare meet his eyes. But you could feel the weight of his gaze.

It's the same, yet different. This time you are touching him, it's you making him feel that way, the soft gasps falling from his lips, the way he's biting back a moan, it's because of you. You try to copy the things you saw him do, tightening your grip just enough and letting the pressure slide slowly upwards. Your heart skips at the sound of Felix's breath stuttering, the way his muscles tense, the way his fingers dig into his thighs, holding on, struggling not to react too much.

His lips were parted, his breaths coming in shallow, uneven pulls as your hand moved against his clothed length in an unhurried, almost lazy pace. You kept your eyes down, unable to bear seeing what was in his eyes. Unable to bear seeing the look you'd put on his face.

Felix wasn't unaffected either. You could feel the tension in his muscles, feel the way his thighs twitched when you stroked his cock through his pants, the way he gasped and whimpered softly. You were suddenly very aware of just how close you were, your fingers moving beneath him, brushing his own every few moments as he moved. The air in the room had changed, shifted.

You were acutely aware of every sound, every hitch of breath, every shaky exhale, of the heat coming from his skin and the scent of his skin so close, and it was like every one of your senses had sharpened.

"Uhm..." you hestitate, wondering how to ask without embarrassing yourself too much, "can- can I?" You asked shyly, gesturing to his pants and hoping he'd get the idea, and when he doesn't respond for a while you looked up to see his face filled with confusion.

You exhaled, feeling your cheeks burn as you finally forced yourself to meet his eyes, trying not to stare too long at his swollen lips, his mussed hair, at how utterly disheveled he looked, and tried to make your voice more clear, "can I touch you... like- without... the pants?"

His throat bobbed, his Adam's apple dipping before his lips parted to say something, but it took him a while before he finally managed to let out a choked sound. "O- Oh-" his voice faltered, cracking under pressure. He took in a shuddering breath, nodding hesitantly. "Y- Yeah- Yeah, okay."

You swallowed, shifting in your spot between his legs as your hands went down to tug at his waistband, letting your knuckles brush against his skin as you pulled his pants lower, feeling a flutter of heat low in your stomach.

He was watching you with half-lidded eyes, his gaze dark and unreadable. His breath was coming in short, uneven pulls as he leaned back, bracing himself against his hands. You couldn't help but glance at his chest, watching it rise and fall with every unsteady breath. He looked... vulnerable, almost soft in the dim light of his bedroom, like this, in a way he never usually did.

His jaw was still clenched tight, and he swallowed, the bobbing motion of his throat drawing your eye for a moment before you dragged your gaze back down.

Your fingers trailed along his waist, feeling his muscles tense under your touch as you finally pulled his pants down enough, freeing him from the restraints of his clothes.

He was aching, and hard, the tip swollen and pink. Your stomach tightened at the sight of him, at the memory of last time and everything you felt then.

You started slow, like he did. Letting your palm glide smoothly over his tip, his hips stuttering into the air at the contact, letting out a broken noise, and when you didn't move your hand any further, he let out a breath. His body was wound up like a coil, every muscle taut and rigid, waiting for your next move.

Your grip tightened, stroking upwards in a slow movement that drew a low groan from deep within his throat. He gasped, his chest heaving, his breaths ragged and uneven.

"God- fuck, you-" he let out another strangled moan, his voice strained and raw.

His hips rocked into the air, thrusting up to meet your palm, his movements needy and desperate. The sound of him panting beneath you was sending shivers down your spine, sending heat coursing through you like electricity.

He was reacting way more than last time, every touch, every brush of your skin against his sending him into a spiral of pleasure. It was intoxicating, watching him lose himself under your hands, hearing him gasp and whine, his moans and groans like music to your ears, knowing you're the one doing this to him, to make him lose control, to fall apart at your fingertips, knowing how much power you had over him at that moment.

The knowledge left you lightheaded, dizzy with a rush of heady power as you sped up your hand just slightly. He was completely and utterly lost, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly, his fingers twisting in the sheets as he struggled to breathe, to hold himself together. You felt the tension in his thighs, heard the sharp hiss that escaped through clenched teeth, felt the tremors running through him.

You felt your clit pulse, the sore feeling causing you to squeeze your thighs together. It felt so good. You could feel the wetness pooling between your thighs, soaking your underwear.

It wasn't long before he was teetering on the edge, his head thrown back against his pillow, eyes screwed shut, his chest heaving as he tried to hold himself together.

"Felix..?" you whispered, your voice trembling with desire, the sound of your name falling from his lips only serving to make you throb harder, the feeling between your thighs almost too much to handle.

"Yes-" his voice was raw and rough, broken as it was forced from his throat, a groan cutting through the silence, a desperate whimper escaping him as he finally let himself go. "Yes, I'm so fucking close-"

It didn't take long before he was shaking apart beneath your touch, a shuddering moan leaving his lips as his back arched, his hips bucking up into the air. He came undone with your name on his lips, his fingers twisting in the bed sheets. The way he sounded as he came was the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. His voice was hoarse and shaky as he whispered your name like a prayer, as he trembled and shook and let himself unravel under your touch.

He fell apart and came undone, spilling himself on his own stomach with your name on his lips. The sight made something warm and fuzzy pool in the pit of your stomach, something you'd never felt before, something you'd never let yourself feel. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, from the way he looked in that moment. It was so intense, so intimate. It felt so real and raw, and it hit you in a way you never expected it to.

Your gaze drifted lower, your heart stuttering at the sight of his mess, his stomach painted with white. You were transfixed by the sight, unable to stop staring even as he shuddered beneath you, gasping and trembling as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. He collapsed back on the bed with a sigh, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His hair was plastered against his forehead, his face flushed and sweaty, but he looked so extremely hot nonetheless. His lips were swollen and parted as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes, completely blown from arousal, from how good you'd made him feel.

The sight had you aching for release. You bit back a groan as your cunt throbbed.

He watched you with glazed eyes as you leaned over and grabbed the towel you'd seen on the ground. You pressed it gently against his stomach to wipe him.

It's like he didn't care if you'd seen it or not, he was completely undone, boneless, his entire body still buzzing, still high from his release. He let out a soft hum when he felt you touch his stomach. He was so warm. He looked like a cat who got what it wanted.

Felix let out a content sigh as you wiped him down, his body loose and pliant beneath your touch. His head was still tilted back against the pillow, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy, but when you shifted to move away, he blinked up at you, something soft and almost hesitant in his gaze.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “I-” He swallowed, his fingers twitching where they rested by his sides. “I can help you, too.”

Your breath caught.

The air between you shifted again, his offer sending a rush of heat through you, settling low in your stomach. The way he looked at you, all earnest and drowsy and still so, so beautiful- it had you aching all over again.

"But-"

You hesitated, panic creeping in around the edges of your mind. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it. You did. But now that the haze was clearing, now that the heat of the moment was cooling just slightly, reality started creeping back in.

Too much time had passed.

You couldn’t still be in here when breakfast had already been announced.

You forced yourself to swallow down the nervous lump in your throat, shaking your head as you pulled away. “No, it’s fine. We should-” You cleared your throat, trying to sound as normal as possible. “We should clean up. Breakfast is waiting.”

Felix stilled for a second, his expression flickering- hurt, then understanding, then something else entirely.

He didn’t argue.

But you saw it- the way his face fell slightly, the way guilt settled in his features. Like he thought he’d done something wrong.

You reached out, squeezing his wrist briefly.

“It’s okay,” you murmured.

He nodded, but you could tell he wasn’t fully convinced.

Still, he got up, following your lead as you both cleaned yourselves up. You made sure to go first, slipping out of his room quickly so it wouldn’t look suspicious.

The moment you stepped into the dining area, a chorus of voices erupted around you.

“Oh my God, she lives.”

“Finally out of your room, huh?”

“You good? You were MIA for a while.”

You barely had time to sit down before a hand smacked your back playfully. Jisung grinned at you from across the table, a knowing glint in his eyes. “We were just about to plan a funeral for you, what happened?”

You swallowed thickly, your face burning. “I was sick,” you blurted out, the first excuse that popped into your head.

Jisung’s brows shot up. “Sick?”

Hyunjin snorted. “What, like love sick?”

Your stomach flipped, but you forced yourself to roll your eyes. “No, dumbass. Just… sick.”

Jisung hummed, unconvinced, but he let it go in favor of stuffing his mouth full of food.

The table returned to its usual chaotic energy, playful banter bouncing back and forth between the members. You joined in where you could, laughing when Changbin and Minho bickered over the last pancake, Chan stepping in, telling them they had to leave it for Felix. You felt a little lighter now that the focus had shifted off of you.

But then, you felt him before you saw him.

Felix.

Emerging from his room, freshly cleaned up, hair still slightly damp, eyes sweeping the room before they landed on you.

Your stomach clenched, your breath catching in your throat.

He looked normal. He looked composed. Like nothing had happened.

But the second his gaze met yours, you knew.

You clenched your thighs together instinctively, forcing yourself to look away, shoving a spoonful of food into your mouth as a distraction.

Felix sat down across from you, grabbing a plate, acting as if everything was normal.

But you could feel it.

The tension still lingered, simmering beneath the surface, waiting.

And you had no idea how long you could keep pretending it wasn’t there.

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Hello, would it be alright if i requested an f1 x driver reader where the retired drivers like seb, kimi and jenson where they’re like grid dads for the reader

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💜

Always have her back

The paddock was unusually quiet for a Thursday, but Yn could feel the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. She kept her head low, sunglasses shielding her tired eyes from the prying lenses of photographers. The echoes of last weekend’s race still rang in her ears—screeching tires, the sudden thud, Lando’s voice crackling over the radio, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m fine. Just unlucky, huh?”

But the media didn’t care about accidents or bad luck. They cared about headlines, and Yn had become their favourite target.

“Too emotional.”

“Not cut out for F1.”

“This is what happens when you let a woman race with the big boys.”

The words burned in her mind, each headline another jab at her confidence. She tried to shrug it off, but every question in the press conference, every snide comment from pundits, was like pouring salt into an open wound.

“Hey,” a soft voice called from behind her. She turned to see Charles, his green eyes filled with concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she lied, forcing a smile. “Just… long day.”

He wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t push. “We’re having dinner tonight. Come with us?”

She shook her head. “Not in the mood, Charles. Sorry.”

Charles watched her walk away, jaw tightening. This wasn’t right. None of it was. Lando had defended her countless times since the crash, even standing up to reporters, but they wouldn’t let it go. And Yn, the fiery, determined driver they all admired, was beginning to crumble under the pressure.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. His finger hovered over a familiar name before pressing the call button.

“Hello?” a calm voice answered.

“Seb, I need your help.”

---

By Friday morning, the paddock was abuzz with whispers. Reporters glanced at each other in confusion as Sebastian walked through the gates, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. But it wasn’t just Seb. Kimi followed close behind, his signature stoic expression making the cameras shy away from approaching him.

“Seb! Kimi! What brings you here?” Carlos greeted them with his usual grin.

“Came to see a friend,” Seb replied simply, eyes scanning the crowd.

“Did Charles call you?” Lando asked quietly, already guessing the reason for their unexpected visit.

Seb nodded. “How bad is it?”

“She’s holding up, but barely,” Lando admitted, guilt flashing across his face. “I hate that this is happening because of me.”

“Hey,” Seb placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “This isn’t your fault.”

Kimi, who had been silent, finally spoke up. “Where is she?”

“Probably in the motorhome,” Charles answered as he joined them. “She’s avoiding everyone.”

Seb nodded. “Let’s go.”

---

Yn sat in the Red Bull motorhome, staring blankly at the coffee cup in her hands. The door creaked open, and she sighed, expecting another teammate coming to check on her.

“I’m fine, Max, really—” She froze when she saw who it was.

“Seb?” she whispered, blinking in disbelief.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted with a soft smile.

Before she could say anything, Kimi stepped in behind him, nodding in acknowledgment.

“What are you—how—” she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Charles called,” Seb explained, sitting down beside her. “He was worried about you. We all are.”

Yn bit her lip, trying to hold back the emotions she had been burying all week. “I’m fine,” she insisted weakly.

“Bullshit,” Kimi said bluntly, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.

Seb chuckled softly. “He’s not wrong.”

Yn let out a shaky breath. “It’s just… they won’t stop. I’ve tried ignoring it, but it’s everywhere. They keep saying I don’t belong here.”

Seb’s face softened. “You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” she whispered. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this.”

“Yn,” Kimi’s voice cut through the room like ice. “You’re one of the best drivers here. The media are just… a bunch of idiots who don’t know shit.”

Seb nodded. “Exactly. They’re vultures. They need something to pick at, and right now, that’s you. But that doesn’t mean they’re right.”

“But what if—”

“No,” Seb interrupted gently. “No ‘what ifs.’ You belong here, Yn. You’ve worked just as hard as anyone else. Harder, even.”

Her voice trembled. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

Kimi sighed, walking over to sit across from her. “Listen, I’ve dealt with the media my whole career. They’re going to say what they want, no matter what you do. Don’t let them win.”

Seb squeezed her hand. “You have to trust yourself. We do. Lando does. Every driver here knows you deserve that seat.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “I just… I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Kimi’s eyes hardened. “Then we’ll make them stop.”

---

The press conference room was packed on Saturday morning. The usual questions about strategy and car performance were quickly overshadowed when Kimi was handed a microphone.

“Kimi, it’s surprising to see you here this weekend. Any particular reason?”

Kimi leaned forward, expression unreadable. “Yeah. Here for Yn.”

The room went silent. The reporter cleared his throat. “Ah, yes. There’s been a lot of discussion about her performance—”

“Discussion?” Kimi interrupted with a dry chuckle. “More like harassment.”

Another reporter chimed in, “Many believe that after last weekend’s collision, she—”

“Did her best,” Kimi shot back, eyes narrowing. “It was an accident. Happens to everyone.”

“But don’t you think—”

“No,” Kimi interrupted sharply. “I don’t think. I know. She’s a damn good driver. Better than half of you could ever dream of being.”

Seb, seated beside him, nodded in agreement. “You keep talking about her emotions, her being ‘too soft.’ Funny. She’s stronger than any of you. She’s here, facing all this crap, and still getting in that car every weekend.”

Kimi, never one to mince words, leaned closer to the microphone. “You’re all a bunch of cunts who can’t leave an innocent girl alone.”

The room gasped, whispers erupting across the room. But Kimi wasn’t finished.

“She didn’t do anything wrong. You did. So maybe, shut up and let her race.”

Seb, smirking, added, “Well said.”

---

Back at the Red Bull garage, Yn sat glued to the screen, tears streaming down her face. Charles, Lando, and Max sat beside her, all smiling softly.

“You see that?” Lando whispered. “They’ve got your back. We all do.”

Yn wiped her eyes, a small smile breaking through. “Yeah. I see that.”

Seb and Kimi returned shortly after, both looking smug.

“Feel better?” Seb asked.

Yn laughed through her tears. “A little. Kimi, you were a legend.”

“Counts,” Kimi corrected dryly.

Yn’s eyes widened. “You did not!”

Kimi shrugged. “They deserved it.”

Seb grinned. “Now, let’s get you back on track, yeah?”

Yn nodded, determination finally returning to her eyes. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

---

Race day arrived, and as Yn stepped into her car, the weight of the week’s pressure felt a little lighter. Because now, she knew—no matter what the media said, she wasn’t alone.

[urmum-lovesme]

Toxic!Rafe when he doesn't like what his girl is wearing. . .

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, one hand carefully applying the last swipe of lip gloss. Her reflection looked back at her- a black mini skirt hugged her hips and a lacy top that had a plunging neckline hugged her torso. She watched Rafe out of the corner of her eye as he stood by the bedside table, a rolled-up bill pressed to his nose. It was like a routine by now- one she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt. There was a tug inside her chest, a part of her that wanted to say something, wanted to tell him to stop, but she didn’t say anything. She just watched, trying not to make a sound.

" 'ight, let’s go, takin’ fuckin’ forever." 

Rafe straightened up, giving her a quick glance as he muttered out under his breath. He wiped his nose and ran a hand through his hair, brunette strands of hair being pushed out of his face. Y/N capped her lip gloss and slid it into her bag, she could feel the weight of his stare on her, like he was waiting for something. She didn’t know what he expected, but she felt that tightness in her chest again, that pressure that always built when they were around each other like this. Her eyes flickered to him when he stepped closer, and she could see his expression change. His gaze narrowed slightly as his eyes traveled over her outfit, lingering longer than usual. 

“What're you wearing?”

“Oh um- I bought this yesterday. I really liked it… thought it’d be perfect for tonight...?”

Y/N’s stomach dropped, but she forced herself to speak out calmly, even though her voice wavered slightly. She smiled, trying to make the best of it, but his expression didn’t soften. He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as they skimmed over the skirt again, and his lips curled into a sneer.

“Your ass is hanging out, Y/N- What the fuck is this?”

Her breath caught. The sting in his words hit deeper than she expected as her hand came to the skirt to smooth out the back of it. When she bought it yesterday she thought it was the perfect length. Now she was starting to doubt herself... She shifted slightly, hoping her voice would steady.

“I got it just for today, Rafe. It’s-"

“Did I tell you to buy it?”

 His words cut through the air like a blade as he rolled his eyes. The way he said it- it wasn’t a question, it was an accusation. The contempt in his voice made her feel small, made her second-guess herself again.

“... no” 

She whispered, the words almost getting caught in her throat. He stepped closer behind her, invading her space. His hands slid around her waist, his fingers pressing against her skin in a possessive grip. She stiffened but didn’t pull away, too nervous to find out what would happen if she did. His nose ran along the skin of her neck before his lips brushed her neck in a kiss that was more forceful than affectionate. She closed her eyes, wishing it felt different as he dragged his teeth over her skin. His breath was hot as he spoke again, his voice soft but laced with something dangerous.

“I’m only looking out for you, baby. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re a slut, right?”

The words hit like a slap and Y/N felt her chest tighten, tears burning the back of her eyes, but she forced herself not to cry. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She shook her head, biting her lip to keep herself from breaking.

“No” 

She managed, her voice barely audible, the sound shaking with the effort to hold it together. Rafe’s grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. She felt the warmth of his breath, felt how much control he had over her in this moment.

“Then change”

He whispered as his eyes locked onto her’s through the reflection of the mirror. 

It wasn’t a request, it was an order.

Her stomach tensed, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she nodded, her body stiff and she turned her gaze away from the mirror, her reflection staring back at her like a stranger, like someone she didn’t recognise and she couldn't find the strength to stare at it. She hated herself for not fighting him, for giving in so easily, but some sick part of her wanted his approval. Y/N stood still, the weight of Rafe's touch still heavy on her skin, his fingers like a constant reminder of his presence. But before she could take another step away from the mirror, she felt it- his hand lifting, slow and deliberate, slipping under the lace of her top. The other hand grazed over her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine, before it found the strap of her vest. With a calculated movement, he pushed it off her shoulder, the fabric sliding down just enough to expose more of her skin. Rafe leant down towards her bare skin, lips brushing against her exposed shoulder as he muttered, his tone demanding as though the whole world revolved around his whims and desires.

“Change this too” 

Y/N furrowed her brows, instinctively tugging the strap back into place, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt the irritation rising, a bubbling anger that she couldn’t quite express. She'd pre-planned this whole outfit yesterday, went out of her way to buy it and now he was telling her to change? But as his eyes were locked on hers, steady and unblinking, waiting for her response, she didn't say what she was thinking, instead stared blankly at the mirror.

“C’mon, baby, don’t look so upset, hmm?” 

His voice was syrupy sweet, deceptively soft, almost like he cared- but there was nothing caring in his words. He reached forward again, his fingers curling under her chin, turning her face to meet his. The touch was gentle, yet it felt like a vice, forcing her to meet his gaze. She hated the way her body instinctively reacted to him, the way her heart skipped a beat even though everything about this moment made her skin crawl.

His lips brushed against hers in a kiss that was far too gentle for what it really was- a form of manipulation, an assertion of his dominance. She hated the way she melted into it, how her body betrayed her mind. Her chest tightened, a sick feeling gnawing at her insides as she stood there, unable to pull away. He pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a smug, satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with something darker because he knew exactly how to break her, piece by piece.

Y/N could feel her cheeks burning, the heat of Rafe’s eyes on her causing a flush to rise under her skin. She couldn’t help but notice how extremely warm she felt, how every part of her seemed to ache with the intensity of his gaze. His hand slid down, brushing over the top of the skirt, his fingers moving with deliberate slowness. She barely had time to register the sensation before his hand slipped under the fabric, his palm coming to rest just above her pussy.

“You gonna do as I say, Y/N?” 

Rafe’s voice was low, his breath hot against her ear, and she hated how her body seemed to respond to the warmth of his touch. She found herself nodding and her lips parted to speak, but her voice was lost in her throat as he cupped her through the lace fabric, the heat between her thighs suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

She knew she shouldn't, that she should stop him, she knew he was only doing this so that she'd do what he told her but Just as she was about to speak, to tell him to stop, or to tell him move, or to tell him to keep going, she wasn't sure- but his phone rang out interrupting the silence between them. 

Rafe shifted, pulling his hand away, and Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding, yet she wasn’t sure if it was fear or arousal. He fished the phone out of his back pocket, his eyes never leaving hers. As he pressed the phone to his ear, he leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in another kiss. This time, it was sharp- his teeth grazing over her lower lip before he bit down gently, pulling away with a smirk.

“Yo, Kels, man, what’s up?” 

Rafe said, the phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as he turned to leave her standing motionless. He walked over to the bedside table he was by before and picked up the hundred dollar bill he’d rolled shoving it into his back pocket.

“Nah, she’s being a brat. We’re coming.” 

He spoke casually as he made his way toward the door, Y/N stood still, not sure what to do, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. . . of arousal. She watched as Rafe grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. He paused, looking back at her. 

“Change. Now.”

The command echoed in the silence between them, leaving her no room for anything else, the door shut behind him with a finality that left her standing there, completely alone, with nothing but the weight of his words in her mind.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror once more, her stomach twisting as she pulled the fabric off her figure.

@otfniah here's your part 2 baby 😈

part 1

[totalswag]

Hi, Hope you are doing well ! :)

Can you do a famous #singer!reader where she just broke up with someone other minor celebrity that was using her 6 months ago. Another male famous celebrity comes to her concert, wanting to check her out and ends up dating her ? (The famous celebrity could be Drew Starkey, Austin Butler,etc.)

locking eyes for the first time ⎯ DREW STARKEY!

authors note thank you for giving me this request. this was so much fun to write. i'm using feather by sabrina carpenter for the "revenge song." request are open again.

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summary after getting heartbroken by a guy you were talking to six months later you perform at your sold out show and meet drew starkey for the first time.

warning(s) betrayal, breakup, cursing, music, and dating drew starkey.

Six months ago.

You've been talking to this guy⎯he's been the spotlight for quite some time. You found out he was using you for more "fame" and recognition connections. This shattered your heart but confronted him about it⎯he denied it first then admitted at the very end before you kicked him out your house.

His dad is a producer in the music industry. You met at an after party one night and hit it off. He made you fall for him as if he casted a spell on you. He knew what he was doing the entire five months you were together.

"So all of this was a lie, Adam?" You ask, crossing your hands over your chest in disbelief⎯staring at him like he was trash sitting in front of you.

Adam runs his hands down his thighs, sighing, "Look, Y/N, I don't know where you got that information," he pauses looking around, "It's not true," his voice trying to come off convincing.

You scoff, sarcastically nodding, "oh okay, so, Josh, you, and the rest of the guys weren't hanging out and you didn't say you've been using me?" your voice raises, emphasizing using.

"Who told you that?" He questions you in an almost panicked tone. The look on his face said it all: he'd been caught. 

You nod, frustrated. "doesn't matter, is it true you've been using me?" Your voice rises, pointing at yourself.

"Yup," was all he could say.

You huff, "Dude, fuck you," chuckle, "Get out of my face and leave my house," and motion to the front door.

As the months continued to pass, you focused on yourself, surrounded yourself who those who bring you comfort, wrote music to let it all out on pen. You began to feel like yourself again.

Recently came out with a single for your music. This song is based on your experience with Adam. Let's be honest, he tried coming back with all these apologies to come back. You weren't having it.

You're on tour performing your new album and singing one of your popular songs⎯it's about what happened between Adam and you. Everyone knew about the breakup after they saw Adam with a new girl two weeks after.

The first show will be held at the Inglewood Forum. Tonight, your good friends are coming to support you. Madelyn, one of your good friends, will be joining with a few of her Outer Banks co-stars. You were taken aback by how many people were coming from your inner circle.

Madelyn mentioned one of her co stars, Drew Starkey, wanted to come see you perform after listening to your music. You've heard about him⎯good things.

After the show was over, you thanked your fans for coming out for the first show of tour, and cannot wait for the upcoming shows.

"Y/N, you did fantastic out there," Maddie grinned as you turned the corner where everyone else was waiting. 

"Thank you, mama; I'm glad you guys came to watch," you grin, moving away from Maddie and indicating to the rest of the cast. Drew Starkey stood out to you the most.

Everyone is having discussions while showering and changing. When you emerge feeling refreshed and clean, you approach Drew and introduce yourself. 

"You're Drew right?" You ask him abruptly, "My name is Y/N," with your hand out.

Drew turns around, amused to see you. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Drew," he smiles, gently shaking your hand, "and you did an amazing job tonight."

Drew and you get to talking for a bit until you exchanged socials and numbers. You two began hanging out in private⎯getting to know one another. Learned so much about him and grew to form feelings for him⎯he felt the same way.

Two months later, Drew and you are happily together. Never felt this way about someone in a long time. Feels like he was sent to you for a reason. When you soft launched your relationship to the media, fans were nuts over it⎯even Adam.

Adam: so you're dating someone?

Y/N: and why do you care if you used me? goodbye.

Blocked.

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[insidekatmind]

Forgiveness~Lee Myung-gi

Wearning: angst and sweet

Request: yes!

Myung-gi had accepted the invitation because he had no choice. The debt from cryptocurrencies was suffocating him, and with a baby on the way, your baby ,he knew he had to do something. From the moment he decided to participate, he had started avoiding you. He did it to protect you, to spare you pain, but the absence hurt just the same.

When he woke up in that sterile room, classical music echoed in his ears. Around him were rows of bunk beds and confused faces. He no longer had his clothes, nor his personal belongings. He felt lost. Then, among the crowd, his eyes landed on you.

He had found you.

Without thinking, he rushed toward you, his heart pounding in his chest. But you ignored him. Completely. As if he didn’t exist.

Three days passed like that. Myung-gi watched you from a distance, torn between the relief of seeing you alive and the fear of what was coming next. He knew you had survived the first two games, but the third was approaching, and just the thought of it terrified him. He wanted to talk to you, to come closer, but he didn’t want to add more stress to an already unbearable situation.

Then the third game began.

They called it Mingle. The players had to stand on a spinning platform, forming groups based on the number announced by the robotic voice. Those who failed would be eliminated.

Chaos erupted. Pushing, shouting, desperation. Myung-gi moved quickly, trying not to be trampled. When the number “2” was announced, panic reached its peak. And then he saw you.

You were alone. Your group had abandoned you at the last second.

Without thinking, he ran to you. People were shoving and fighting to save themselves, but he couldn’t afford to waste time. He grabbed your wrist and, with all his strength, pulled you toward one of the safe rooms, pushing aside anyone who tried to get in his way.

As soon as you crossed the threshold, the door locked with a metallic click. You were trapped inside. Alive.

Myung-gi was breathing heavily, but his grip on you softened. For a long moment, he just stared into your eyes, as if trying to memorize your face.

“I won’t let anything happen to you or our baby.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, filled with emotion.

He was still holding your wrist, but gently now. He had so many questions, but only one certainty: you were never supposed to be there.

You sighed and hugged him. He was surprised by your reaction, but he didn't hesitate. He closed his arms around you, bringing you close to him. He could feel your heart pounding against his chest.

He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. It felt like a lifetime since he had been so close to you, since he had held you like that. The familiar warmth of your body against his was both comforting and torture.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away just enough to look at you. His gaze was intense, filled with a mixture of protectiveness and guilt."You shouldn't be here," he whispered, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingers.

His touch was gentle, as if he were afraid to hurt you. But there was also a certain possessiveness in the way he held you, as if he were trying to carve your presence into his memory.

“I needed the money for the baby,” you whispered. His expression darkened as you mentioned the reason behind your presence in that infernal place. Anger, fear and regret all twisted on his face.

"You shouldn't have come. It's too dangerous. Especially in your condition."He put a protective hand on your stomach, as if trying to shield the baby growing inside from harm.

You could see the worry etched in his features.

"What if something happened to you both? What if I lost you..." his words trailed off, too afraid to even voice the thought.

He pulled back, his eyes roaming over your face, as if trying to convince himself you were really there, physically unharmed.He let out a deep sigh, trying to control the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

"But you're here now," he said, his voice firmer now. "And I won't let anything happen to either of you. I promise."You smiled and hugged him.

The moment you smiled, some of the tension in his body released. He held you tighter, burying his face in the curve of your neck."God, I've missed you," he murmured against your skin. "I didn't know if I'd ever hold you again."

He nuzzled your hair, his hand rubbing circles on your back.

"I'm sorry," he eventually said, his voice rough with emotion. "I'm so sorry for everything. For disappearing. For not being there for you. For putting you in this situation."

“I forgive you,” you whispered.

Your words, soft and soothing, made his chest tight. He closed his eyes, a wave of relief crashing over him.

"Thank you," he responded, his voice cracking. "I don't deserve it, but thank you."He pulled back to look at your face, searching your eyes. He could see the forgiveness in your gaze, the kindness you could still have for him despite everything. It only made his regret more profound.

[zeskyzed]

A Dragon's Heart

A/N: Just a little sylus fic, it's a bit rushed towards the end sorry! Hurt/comfort but mostly comfort and fluff!

The soft sound of the spinning vinyl brings the dark atmosphere to life as you lay on his chest, basking in the warmth of his bed and him. The gentle hum of a tune played in his bedroom, the same one that you've grown accustomed to over the time you've spent together.

Tufts of white hair stick out from all different directions on his head, and it seemed Sylus could make even bedhead look good. His breathing is soft as you lay next to him, curled up on his chest while his strong arms hold you tight.

Whenever you're both at peace like this, he holds you as if you'd somehow let go. As if you'd leave him.

He knows you wouldn't, but the firm hold he has on your body tells a different story.

With the way you both are in this moment it seemed as if nothing could ever change, except for the thing you tried so hard to push back in your mind. Something that lingers, a thought with no regard to your well-being.

Just one word was enough to plague your mind for hours.

Stayrus.

You'd had a dream the previous night, one that held the most romantic of stories- seemingly conjured up from multiple fictitious fairytales, as it seemed too outlandish to be real. You remembered it all. Your long white hair and the beautiful crimson dress you wore as you tiptoed around a dragons' den. You remembered the tall, mysterious white haired figure resembling the man whose arms you were currently in. His horns, his tail, his clothes. His demeanor, the way he touched you, and the way he held you.

You remembered his name. Stayrus. His given name was Stayrus, however in the dream you'd deemed it "too hard to pronounce" given the name was in a language you couldn't understand- let alone speak. Therefore, you gave him the nickname, Stayrus.

When you were alone you tried so hard to recreate the pronunciation of the name, so much that your tongue memorized it.

And flowers. You remembered the flowers.

The way he never loved his horns, or his appearance in general as a half-dragon. The way you found beauty in what he'd deemed ugly. You remembered the look in his eyes and the love that you harbored for him.

However, every fictitious fairytale involving a dragon never ends well- and Sylus was no prince. Your dragon was cursed to kill you, but instead you wound up killing him.

Your dragon was gone.

The pain was too unbearable for you that you'd awoken with a start from your dream that night. When it happened, you were alone in your apartment at Linkon, with nothing but the moon and the stars to comfort you as you had tried to piece together what happened.

Now, as you lay in his arms you couldn't get the name or the story out of your mind. It seemed too elaborate, too complex, too real, to be fake. You shifted in his hold, contemplating on whether or not to tell him about this dream as you heard the soft rhythmic pattern of his breathing attempt to lull you back to sleep. You tried to piece together the words, or just think of anything to say, but you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Stayrus,"

You whispered, feeling the white-haired man tense immediately within your embrace.

"Does that... name... mean something to you Sylus?" You asked him, struggling to get the words out.

"Sweetie. Where did you hear that from?" He questions, staring at you in shock.

"Well, um... I had a dream last night. You were a dragon? And um... flowers! We were together, like this, in a bed of flowers."

Your words came out messy and jumbled as you tried to convey your dream to him. His tense reaction worried you as you recalled everything that happened to him.

"And you, well I-"

You cut yourself off before you could finish your sentence.

I killed him.

Tears well in your eyes as his right eye glows redder. He doesn't want to force the words out of you but he's desperate to know what you want to say. Once he reads your desires his breath hitches as tears start pouring down your cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean- I think it was real...? I didn't-"

He holds you tightly, pulling you into a hug as his large hand caresses your back.

"Sweetie... It's alright. I'm here, I'm with you."

"But- But I hurt you? Sylus. Please- don't tell me it was real. You- you tensed up. I have a f-feeling it's real. Did I....did I really...?"

"Did I really kill you Stayrus?"

He tenses again upon hearing that name and sighs. His grip on you tightens ever so slightly as he moves you even closer to him. Sylus' thick fingers move so gently across your face, delicately wiping off the tears before planting kisses on your eyelids.

"You know kitten, you always seem to surprise me, but this- this I never expected. Here I thought I'd be the only one to remember the life we once shared. Clearly I was wrong."

He smiles at you and your heart aches. You can't even believe he'd smile so sweetly at someone who caused his demise.

"Sweetie. I just want you to know that I don't blame you for what happened. In every lifetime I'd choose your life over mine. As selfish as it is, I couldn't bare to live without you."

"What about me? You can't leave me alone like that! I don't want us to be in a situation where we ever have to choose which one of us dies!" You shout, not aiming your anger at him but rather towards the predicament you shared.

"Well, I can't guarantee that. However, in this lifetime I'll do everything to protect you."

"Me too, in fact I'll even become your bodyguard! I have experience as a hunter after all."

He chuckles at you, smiling at you fondly as his eyes stare at you as if you were the most beautiful thing ever. In his eyes, you definitely were and always will be.

"Sweetie there's no need for any of that. All is need is you." He says softly, cradling your face in his large palms.

"My heart beats solely for you."

[vampiriito]

Summer was full of kisses.. (JJ Maybank x shy! kook! reader) Chapter 7

A/N: Hey loves! insane how good this series is doing. My valentines day special kinda blew up and i'm like still in shock. Thanks to @thxtmarvelchick for featuring my fic in her recommendations post, I got too attached to this story, and I'm kinda sad it's coming to an end :(

Summary: JJ and his girlfriend have a movie night but is JJ watching the movie..? no, JJ is trying to calm himself down and at least make it through the stupid rom-com playing on your laptop before he pounces on you. (warnings? p in v, needy bf JJ and me being single.)

Being JJ's girlfriend turned out to be easy. Well, almost. You always wondered how'd it feel, and how'd he look in a committed relationship. But JJ was whipped. When his best friend John B started macking Sarah Cameron he called him pussy whipped. But JJ feared he became the same thing, in the small window of time of dating you. It came as a shock to everyone, except Maisy, your best friend. She had a feeling this would happen, she said. Despite being 2 complete opposites, you and JJ paired really well, your quiet demeanor softening him and his reckless talkative one making you just a tad bit out there. It was a strange feeling for JJ's best friends, seeing him smitten with one girl. Bringing her to hangouts and parties. Like he was another person.

John B and Pope were especially shocked at the sudden change in their friend. JJ always being one to go from girl to girl, never being serious about any of them, but with you it was different. JJ was acting.... well, almost like a normal teenager, the very thought of it made both John B and Pope roll their eyes and shake their heads. Even just a few months ago none of them thought JJ was capable of being in a serious relationship, but here they all were. And if JJ was being 100% honest, he rather liked being your boyfriend.

He enjoyed the way it felt to be your boyfriend. He liked watching everyone's reactions in the group, the shock and disbelief on their faces was one he would never get tired of. He liked the way you sat next to him at the Wreck, the way you let him put his hand on your thigh, the way you leaned your head on his shoulder. He loved the way you would let him pull you in and give you small kisses on your forehead and your cheeks and your neck. He just loved you.

He wasn't a sap though, he still acted like the same JJ everyone knew. Still was cocky and smug, still threw parties and did stupid pranks with his friends, but he didn't look at other girls and he didn't sleep around. It was like he flipped a switch to only focus on you. He found it funny and strange that you had this effect on him. John B and Pope found it absolutely mind blowing and shocking.

"JJ..." you scolded your boyfriend for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 15 minutes. He kept poking you and pinching your side, and on top of all that, asking a million questions and making snarky comments about the movie playing on your laptop screen.

Your cheek was resting on your palm, elbow propped on the pillow as you lay lazily on your side, your eyes fixed intently on the movie. The room was quiet, apart from the sounds of the film and the occasional chuckle from JJ whenever he managed to get a reaction out of you. Your blankets and a mess of pillows surrounded you both on the bed, creating a cozy nest. The small fairy lights hung from the wall above the bed, casting a soft glow around the room. It was perfect for the laptop screen to cast most of the light, avoiding the harshness of a lamp or lightbulb.

"What? I'm barely touching you." JJ responded, a cheeky smirk on his face. He was lounging behind you, his body pressed up against your back, his bare chest pressing against your upper back and neck. One arm was snaked around your waist, pulling your body tight against his so that there was very little space between the two of you. His other hand was the one doing the annoying poking and pinching, his finger digging into your side, enjoying the way you squirmed.

His chin was resting on your shoulder, his breath soft against your ear, each exhale sending a soft shiver down your spine. He was being purposely annoying, as he usually was, enjoying the way you reacted and the scolding you would give him. He knew you didn't actually mind that much, it wasn't like he was poking enough to truly hurt you. No, he was gentle in his pokes, just teasing and playful, like everything else he did.

His long, sun-bleached hair was messy, sticking in every direction, most of it falling down off his shoulders. It was always a mess, always looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards but you loved it anyway. It was cute, it was messy, and it suited his unkempt, chaotic personality perfectly. It also felt really nice when he nuzzled his head against you, when he buried his face in your neck and his hair tickled the skin of your throat and collarbone.

His chin moved from your shoulder, and he nuzzled his head against the side of your neck, his nose and lips grazing the sensitive skin, peppering a few short kisses on your skin. His arm that was wrapped around your waist gave you a gentle squeeze, as if he was trying to coax some attention out of you, wanting you to turn and look at him instead of focusing on the movie playing on the laptop.

You shook your head gently, sighing and running your hand through his hair for a split second as if telling him to rein it in, still intently watching the movie playing on your laptop.

JJ let out a small whine, his chin still resting on your shoulder. He pouted against your skin, continuing to press his lips against your neck, the tip of his tongue gently darting out and lapping at your skin. His hand around your waist slid up under the fabric of your shirt, his palm splaying over your stomach, pulling you even tighter against him.

“Pay attention to me..” He muttered, his voice deep and a little whiny, his hand moving from your stomach to your ribs, his fingers slowly tracing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He continued to kiss and nuzzle and press his lips to your neck, trailing kisses from just under your ear to your shoulder and back again.

"I just wanna watch the movie... we made out like 20 minutes ago.." you sighed, your tone gentle yet distracted by the laptop. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his hand slipping under your tank top, splaying over your ribs, leaving hot and insistent kisses over your neck from behind. Which you didn't really mind, you loved the attention JJ gave you, especially now that he purposefully stayed in with you on a Friday night instead of going to a kegger.

"Yeah, well, now I wanna kiss you again." He replied, his tone and actions still somewhat whiny and childish, and he still pouted against your neck. His hand on your ribs continued to trace circles on your skin, his thumb gently rubbing against your ribs, his other arm still wrapped around your waist and holding your body tight against his. The kisses he was placing on your neck were slow and lazy, his lips moving and his tongue tasting your soft skin.

"Please..."

He drew the word out, still pressed against your neck, his lips still moving slowly and lazily against your skin as he planted kiss after kiss down the column of your neck. He knew how much you liked when he was clingy like this, when he whined at you, when he begged. He knew how much you liked it when he wrapped himself around you and held you tight against him, like he was doing now.

Your hand reached up to run through his hair gently, raking your fingers through it mindlessly, "I promise I'll kiss you after the movie okay?" you muttered comfortingly, trying your best to focus on the movie and not the fact that, despite your protests you liked how much he was clinging to you, kissing your neck slowly and whining quietly. It made your stomach do those weird flips and heat bloom just a little between your legs.

JJ let out another pouty whine, but his lips and tongue and everything stopped, he knew he wasn't going to get his way. He was also a little too distracted by the feeling of your fingers in his hair, of you massaging his scalp as you ran your fingers through his messy locks. He made a small noise, almost like a purr, as he pressed his face into your neck and practically nuzzled into you. He was a total puppy, he just would never outright admit it though.

His hand on your stomach slowly slid lower, his fingers tracing the expanse of your stomach, then your hip, pausing for a moment before going lower still, stopping on your upper thigh and resting there. He pulled you a little tighter against him, his body molding against your back, as if he was trying to meld his body with yours and make the two of you into one. He placed another few lazy, warm kisses on your neck before propping his chin back on your shoulder and watching the movie, as patiently as he could.

As he adjusted your bodies, your arched your back a little, shifting so your were sitting more comfortably now, content that he was finally paying attention to the movie like you had asked him.

JJ tried very hard to focus on the movie playing on the laptop screen but found himself distracted every few minutes, your body pressed up against him like that. You shifting against him only made it harder to pay attention, your body moving against his in all the right ways, pressing against all the wrong spots and making his head spin. He tried his best to fight down the heat building in his lower stomach, ignoring the way his blood was starting to flow downward.

He nuzzled his head against your neck again, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down, but the scent of you was only making everything worse. He tried to keep his hands still, to not let them wander to your thighs or hips or anywhere else on your body. He didn't want to lose control after he said he'd behave and let you finish your movie. He just had to hope you were more interested in the movie than you were interested in what he was doing to you, hoping that you didn't notice his body reacting to you.

You let out a faint giggle, turning to gaze back at him, raising your brows in expectancy as if expecting him to also laugh at whatever was on the screen, going back to watching almost instantly, adjusting your self once again without even realizing.

JJ, on the other hand, found himself mesmerized by the sight of you. Sitting with him like this, with your back pressed against his chest and your hair framing your face in soft waves. Your face tilted back to look at him, the faint sparkle in your eyes as you gave him a small smile. He thought you were so damn beautiful like this, and the way you kept shifting against him, unknowingly moving in ways that set every nerve in his body on fire... he felt like he was hanging on by a thread.

His hands had a mind of their own as they slowly, hesitantly, started sliding over your body, starting on your thighs, tracing small, aimless patterns on them before moving up and around your hips, tracing your curves, as he fought the urge to dig his fingers into your skin. His lips hovered over your neck, not kissing, not nuzzling, not doing anything but breathing slowly in an attempt to calm himself down a little.

You felt his touch, and took it as him simply just being affectionate. Which was better than poking you and pinching your back or tickling you. You raised your hand to run in through his hair again in a tender gesture, another small giggle escaping your lips at the events of the movie.

JJ practically mewled at the feeling of your hand in his hair, any control or self restraint he had left completely disappearing as he let out a quiet, frustrated huff. Your touch was driving him insane. The way your back was pressed against his chest, the way you were practically sitting in his lap. And now, your fingers and nails gently running through his hair, he couldn't take it anymore. Your touch was like a drug and he was an addict, hooked on wanting more and more and more. Which he got used to very quickly. He didn't think he was one for relationships. But in the 2 weeks or so of being your boyfriend, he thanked the gods everyday, especially when he knew you two had something planned that day. Skatepark date? JJ was barely paying attention to the trick you were trying to teach him, too focused of the way your voice sounded when you explained or the way you moved gracefully on the board. Beach date with his friends? god, he was already done for when he thought about you in a bathing suit, tanning while reading a book. He was actually free-falling.

He buried his nose and lips in your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled your scent, your skin hot and soft against his mouth. He let out a warm sigh, his hand on your thigh moving higher, his fingers slowly tracing your skin. His body was practically overheating with the need to be closer, to touch more of you, his heart beating faster and faster as he slowly lost his mind over you. Your hand massaging his scalp and your scent filling his senses. He never realized how touch deprived he actually was until he met you. He wanted your hands on him at all times. Holding his hand, playing with his hair, kissing his cheek. JJ wanted everything.

"That feels nice.." you mumbled, turning to gaze at him momentarily over your shoulder. The feeling of his lips and nose just resting against the skin of your throat felt warm and nice, returning your attention back to the movie but still raking your hand through his hair mindlessly and affectionately.

Your words and your touch made his brain short circuit. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice to reply to you. When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and hoarse, gruff sounding and rough around the edges. He wanted to stay on the course he'd promised and behave while you watched the movie... but the feel of your fingers gently scratching at his scalp and your soft skin under his hand was quickly breaking down that resolve.

"Yeah," He managed to rasp, "it does."

His hand on your thigh slowly started to wander, moving higher and higher, tracing shapes and patterns on your skin, inching closer to the hem of your shorts. He gently nipped the skin of your shoulder, his mouth opening and gently sucking at the place he'd bit. He was completely lost to the sensation of you, drowning in it, addicted to it.

You let out an involuntary sigh, the sound akin to moan but not quite when he nipped at your shoulder. You didn't even realize it because you continued to watch the movie, chiming up after a few moments, "are you okay? you sound weird and you're awfully behaved."

JJ bit back a gasp as you let out that soft sound, something between a sigh and a moan, the sound making the already aching heat in his lower stomach grow hotter, harder, more urgent. God he wanted you so badly. Your scent, your skin, your voice, the way you were sitting against him, blissfully unaware at the effect you were having on him, driving him absolutely crazy. He was barely hanging on by a thread.

"I'm fine," He responded in a hoarse whisper, "just... really enjoying the movie."

"I didn't annoy you did i?" you turned to look at him over your shoulder once again, a small and concerned frown tugging at your lips over the thought that he was irritated with you.

JJ almost groaned at the look on your face, your pout so soft and cute, looking so damn innocent. How the hell were you completely oblivious to what you were doing to him right now? How were you so damn beautiful and cute and making him so damn hard right now....

He shook his head, trying desperately to find a coherent thread of thought to say something to you in response. He was so beyond words right now, all he could do was just stare at you with his mouth slightly open.

"Are you sure? I didn't irritate you when i was being scolding?" you asked, still frowning at him over your shoulder, worried at the lack of response."I just really wanted to show you this movie, it's my favorite.."

JJ let out a short, quiet laugh, your question completely breaking his train of thought. In his head, he was practically begging you to stop and let him go back to being a mindless, obsessed, horny, hot mess. Your innocence was just driving him absolutely crazy right now, in more ways than one.

"No- I- no, it's fine." He choked out, barely managing to form words, he needed you to stop worrying. "The movie is great.. interesting uh.. plot."

He took a shaky breath, desperately trying to calm down and get control over himself, but you were making it damn near impossible. You're touch, your voice, your innocent questions were driving him crazy. He needed more of you, but he wasn't going to take, not yet. He had to get himself under control first.

"Please.... Can you just - can you just watch the movie. Please." He pleaded in a hoarse whisper, his body trembling a little.

"Okay.." you smiled slightly, going back to watching the movie, your hand resuming its movements in his hair lazily after adjusting your glasses. He was acting weird, but you weren't going to question it. He was being awfully quiet though. A bit worrying for JJ Maybank.

JJ took a shaky, uneven breath, trying to calm himself down, trying to control the aching heat in his body. Your gentle hand in his hair was making him insane though. He was struggling, he needed to let out all of this tension and heat pent up inside him, but he didn't want to take advantage of you... He had to get a grip on himself. But he was so hard, damn it was painful. He bit back a whimper as he let out a frustrated, quiet huff.

JJ was at his limit now. There was no way he could take this without going insane. He needed you desperately, he needed you right now. He gave a strained sigh, leaning down and burying his nose in the back of your neck, taking deep lung-fulls of your scent, trying to use it to calm himself. It was the wrong move, he got more worked up by the second and you were still blissfully unaware.

His hand on your thigh slowly inched higher, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your shorts. His breath was coming faster and shorter now, in little pants, as he tried desperately to get control of himself. He needed to stop, he was slowly losing the self restraint he'd been holding on to. He wanted you so badly, wanted you in every dirty way he could imagine... but he couldn't be his usual selfish, impatient self. Not when you were so damn fragile and beautiful. Not when he loved you as much as he did.

You turned to gaze back at him over your shoulder, as if feeling the tension radiating from him, but you thought he was tense because he was irritated at you. So you smiled almost cautiously at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek briefly hoping to ease his irritation. You liked that you could just.. kiss JJ. Or touch him. He was more than glad about that too, the two of you making one hell of a touchy feely couple.

He was fighting a losing battle. Your gentle kiss on his cheek only made it worse, his need for you was driving him insane. He needed to focus on you, your smile, your kiss, your soft skin, your sweet, naive innocence. Anything but the way your scent was driving him crazy.

He had to admit though, he enjoyed your soft gesture, as brief and innocent as it was. He loved the way you were so pure and sweet. He loved how unaware and clueless you were to the way your touch and kisses affected him.

"You're so pretty.." you mumbled, still smiling at him, "I'm sorry for irritating you."

And that just about sent him over the edge. Your innocent little compliment, the way you seemed to think you were irritating him, when it was actually far from the truth. His restraint was hanging on by a damn thread now. He could feel himself reaching the breaking point, he wanted to just throw the movie out the window and take you right then and there. The only thing stopping him was you and your soft, sweet innocence...

His hand on your thigh was almost to the hem of your shorts now, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. His other hand was still in your hair, the one not at risk of wandering down someplace else. He took a shaking breath, trying to find his voice to respond.

"You're not... God, you're not irritating me." He managed to say in a low, shaky voice, the words sounding both like a gasp and a whisper simultaneously.

"You just became quiet suddenly.." you mumbled worryingly shifting so you were laying on your back, propped up by your elbows.

The sight of you laying on your back now, looking up at him while propped up on your elbows, was almost enough to make his brain short circuit again. He had to bite back a gasp as he gazed down at you, taking in the sight of you. The way your hair was framing your face, your innocent, concerned expression, your soft lips, gazing at him, the way your shirt, or his shirt, was slightly too big and was bunched up at your midriff, letting skin show... He suddenly regretted making you wear his shirt when he took it off.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus on the conversation, on your words, and not on the way he was being slowly and surely driven insane by you. He took a deep, uneven breath before replying, his voice coming out in a low, almost strained whisper. "I... I just wasn't enjoying the movie I guess... I just... got lost in my thoughts."

"Something bad?" you asked raising your brows, "we can do something else... if you're not enjoying the movie."

JJ had to force his gaze to remain on your face and not wander down your body, but it was getting more and more difficult. You were so damn distracting, and you weren't even trying. He took a few shaky breaths, trying to steady himself, his mind practically begging himself to just grab you and not let go. He shook his head, answering you in a strained voice. "No- no. Don't worry about it. Just watch the movie... I'll be fine."

"It's fine.. you know what i wanna do? I need you to help me with something.." you reached to pause the movie looking back at him to smile affectionately.

He raised a brow questioningly as you paused the movie, wondering what your going to ask, his mind still being consumed by what had been happening previously. But the affectionate smile on your face gave him some more much needed focus. He leaned down a little in response, giving you his full attention. "What do you need help with?"

"Okay this is gonna sound dumb and stupid.." you sighed, your face souring in a bit of embarrassment.

JJ shook his head, smiling a little, you could never say anything that he would think was dumb or stupid. He placed a hand on your arm, gently rubbing it in an affectionate gesture.

"No, it's not, just tell me. Anything." He'll do right about anything for you at this point.

"Okay so... i need you to let me put on some lipstick and kiss you all over your face.. and then i need to take a few pics of it.." you smiled awkwardly, suddenly regretting the way the request was sounding.

JJ's eyes widened at your request, his lips parting in surprise. He had not been expecting that at all, but it didn't mean he didn't like the sound of it. The thought of your lips and lipstick all over his face, your gentle touch as you applied it, having tangible proof of it in the form of photos... he liked it, he liked it a lot, more than he should. "Are you sure?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Well i wanna paint it.. so yeah." you smiled gently, thinking he was probably weirded out by your request to paint him.

JJ nodded slowly, thinking, his gaze on your face. His imagination was going wild at the thought of this, of you putting on lipstick and kissing all over his face while he tried to keep some amount of composure. But you hadn't even noticed the state he was in, how badly he wanted all of that from you.

"Okay... Sure." He said finally in a low voice, silently praying he could keep himself under control and behave like a gentleman while you did whatever you wanted to him. That was worded wrong in his head, because the thought of you doing whatever you wanted to him was-.. no he had to focus here.

You stood up from the bed, walking over to the vanity in your room, grabbing a red liquid lipstick, studying the color intently before walking back to the bed and reaching in your nightstand for a small pocket mirror. You applied some of the lipstick on your lips, scooting over to him and straddling him, "okay i know it looks silly.. just bear with me okay?" you asked awkwardly.

JJ's heart pounded as you straddled him, your body moving over his, a warm and heavy weight, your thighs on either side of his hips, your legs resting on the bed on either side of his. He quickly had to take a few slow breaths, trying to ground himself and keep his thoughts from running rampant. The sight of your red stained lips was so distracting because all he wanted was to ruin the lipstick, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he desperately needed to feel them.

"It's fine.... I trust you." He said in a strained voice, looking up at you with a half-lidded gaze.

You nodded excitedly, leaning down and pressing a tentative kiss on his cheek. As you pulled back, you noticed the kiss mark already beaming on his skin. Smiling, you repeated the process, planting soft kisses all over his face. His cheeks and forehead soon became a canvas of lipstick stains, each one a testament to your affection. He closed his eyes, savoring the tender moments, while you continued to cover his face with delicate, loving imprints.

JJ's mind was going insane at the feeling of your lips against his skin, soft and warm, your gentle, innocent kisses. But that combined with your body straddling him, the weight and warmth of you on top of him, was almost too much for him to take. He needed something to ground himself with, something to focus on, something to keep himself under control. He brought both his hands up, letting them rest on your hips, the familiar shape and softness of them giving him some amount of focus.

"You're so pretty..." you mumbled, pouting affectionately at him as you gazed at the marks of your lips scattered across his face messily but beautifully.

He could feel his cheeks blushing at your innocent compliment. He had been called a lot of things, but no one had ever called him "pretty", no one ever looked at him with that affectionate look on their face. He was used to being considered good looking, attractive, hot, but never pretty or beautiful. Your innocent expression as you gazed at the mess of red lipstick marks on his face was almost too much for him to take. He felt adored, treasured, cared for and he had to hold himself back from just taking you right here and now.

He looked up at you, his eyes searching your face, taking in your expression, the look in your eyes, the way your lips were curled up in a small smile and stained in red. His fingers tensed slightly on your hips as he tried desperately to control himself, to keep himself from grabbing you and having his way with you, to keep himself from letting out a low moan at the sight of you. He licked at his lips, his throat feeling dry as he spoke, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse whisper. "Are you done yet...?"

"Mmmm... no. I need to kiss you-.. i mean i already have but like kiss kiss you.." you chuckled, pushing your glasses up and cupping his face gently.

JJ's heart skipped a beat at your words, the way you said them in an almost dreamy, innocent way, like a child almost. He knew what you meant, but hearing you say it like that made his mind spin. And the way you were now cupping his face, your hands so soft and gentle, made his want for you increase tenfold. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as his hands gripped your hips a little tighter. "Kiss me... then."

You complied, leaning down smiling against his lips as you kissed him, almost shyly, despite having kissed him so many times already since you started dating.

JJ's mind almost went blank the moment he felt your lips against his. Everything else faded away, all of the tension and heat coursing through him focused solely on the feeling of your mouth against his, the warm, soft sensation of your lips, gentle and innocent. And the realization that despite having kissed you so many times by now, you still kissed him shyly as if it was your first time, this thought drove him insane, made him fall more and more in love with you, if possible.

He responded to the kiss hungrily, his hands on your hips moving to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, wanting to feel you more, wanting to hold you closer. A low moan rumbled at the back of his throat as the kiss grew more passionate, more intense. He could feel his head spinning from the feeling of you against him, the soft, sweet taste of your mouth, he needed more.

You took the kiss in stride, despite how shy and flustered you actually were, your fingers splaying on his skin as you cradled his jaw, pulling him closer to you and slipping your tongue between his lips gently.

JJ's breath hitched as he felt your tongue slip into his mouth, a low gasp escaping his lips as he felt his self-control slipping away. He gripped you tighter, needing to feel you, his mind drowning in the sweet taste of you, lost in the feeling of your tongue against his, the way you were cradling his face like it was the most precious thing to you. He was quickly losing himself in the kiss, he was quickly going insane.

He tried to pull away for a moment, desperately needing to come up for air, but you wouldn't let him, your grip on his face, your tongue in his mouth, was too much for him to resist. So he gave up, he leaned into you fully, letting his hands slip under your shirt, needing to feel more of your skin, desperate for it. He let another low moan escape his lips as his mind started to go blank.

You hummed, shifting onto his lap so you could straddle him better, kiss him better, your body arching into his hands desperately, absolutely relishing in the feeling of his hands roaming over the small of your back and ribs.

He broke the kiss for a moment, needing air, and he took this time to gaze at you, to take in the sight of you sitting on his lap, your face flushed, your lips stained red with lipstick, your shirt slightly pushed up to reveal bare skin underneath, his name on your shirt. He took a few shaky breaths, his mind barely even registering the words that came out of his mouth next.

"Christ I- I need you, Y/n."

"Hold on.. i-.. well, i need to take the picture and you wanna... while having lipstick stains all over your face?" You asked, panting slightly and reaching to adjust your glasses shakily and timidly.

JJ almost growled aloud at the interruption, his mind still hazy, still fully consumed by his want and need of you. But he took a few deep breaths, trying to force himself to clear his thoughts so he could think, so he could focus and pay attention. He let his hands remain on your lower back as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, nodding quietly.

"Yeah.. Yeah. You're right. I just-" He let out a shaky breath, his voice coming out in a low, strained whisper.

"I just really need you right now.. like, really bad."

"It's okay... you're just so pretty i need you too... but i wanna get a picture at least.." you mumbled, fidgeting nervously and cupping his face once again.

JJ let out a low sigh, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes gazing into yours, taking in your adorable, shy, innocent expression. The sight of you fidgeting nervously combined with your words of calling him "pretty" and saying you needed him, it nearly sent him over the edge again, his hands gripping your waist more firmly. "Okay.. okay... you can take the picture. But after that I'm gonna need you... right away. Got it?"

You smiled shyly down at him, still gazing at his face which was covered in your lipstick marks, "But what about the lipstick stains? do you not want me to take it off?"

He looked up at you, taking in your shy, sweet smile, the way you were looking at his face, the way you were still straddling him, the feeling of your body underneath his hands. He was barely holding himself back from doing what he wanted to do to you right this moment, but he somehow managed to keep his voice relatively steady as he responded to you. "I don't care about the lipstick stains... they can stay on. I just- I really, really need you right now."

You let out a huff of laughter at his eagerness, reaching for your camera on the nightstand and turning it on, adjusting the settings a little and gazing at him through the viewfinder, "Okay... just smile or something... i need the picture to look good.."

JJ tried to focus on your instructions, taking a deep breath and attempting to give you a decent smile, but he was struggling. He was still fighting back the need and want for you, the thought of having you in his arms, having you close, kissing you, touching you. Being inside of you. It didn't help that you were sitting on his lap either, your body so close, so warm, your weight a heavy, teasing pressure on him. He managed to keep his eyes trained on you though, waiting for you to take the picture.

You nodded and hummed at his small smile, the sight of him smiling up at you, still covered in your lipstick and the shapes of your lips mesmerizing you for a second, snapping a couple of pictures and lowering the camera. "That was good..." you mumbled timidly and nodded.

JJ let out a low, shaky sigh the moment the camera was out of the way, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of himself, trying to stay grounded in the moment that was happening. But it was too much, he needed you, he needed you now, and the feeling of having you on his lap wasn't helping at all. "Good... that's good then. Can I have you now?"

"Yeah.." you chuckled, already feeling flustered at his words and the way he was looking at you (quite frankly like he wanted to devour you), placing the camera back on the nightstand and cupping his face.

As soon as the words left your mouth, JJ pounced on you. He grabbed you, pulling you down and flipping you over so you were lying underneath him on the bed. He pinned you down, trapping you beneath his body and he began immediately pressing frantic, messy kisses all over your face, marking you, claiming you, his hands grabbing, roaming all over your body.

You grabbed your glasses off your face, setting them don on the pillow next to you, cupping his face, which was still covered in the lipstick marks. Your lips were probably smudged with the remnants of it too, giggling weakly as he kissed all over your face, his hands slipping under your t shirt to grab at your breasts or roam over your waist and ribs.

JJ only became more frantic with his kisses as soon as you started to giggle. The feeling of your hands on his face, the sound of your laughter, the way you were responding to his touch, it drove him into a frenzy, his body nearly trembling from his need for you. The feeling of your skin under his hands as he pushed your shirt up made his head spin. "You're so soft.. so warm... I need you.. I need you so damn much."

You hands slipped from his jaw into his hair softly, running your fingers through it. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, along with your face as he continued to kiss and grab at every part of your body he could reach, "You look so pretty.. you still have my lipstick all over your face.." you mumbled quietly, still chuckling from time to time from the ticklish feeling of him kissing you messily.

JJ let out a low, guttural groan when he felt your fingers running through his hair, his body shuddering under your touch. The sound of your voice calling him pretty, the way you chuckled from the feeling of his kisses, it was driving him completely insane, his mind spinning with desire for you. He barely registered your words amidst his haze of need, but the mention of your lipstick made him pause for just a moment, lifting his head slightly to look down at you. "Yeah? You like how I look with your lipstick all over my face?"

"Yeah.. you look like.. i don't even know.. you're just so pretty." you nodded in response, locking eyes with him as soon as he lifted his head, a small smile tugging at your lips. His skin was flushed and his hair was messy, lipstick marks scattered over his face, making your breath catch in your throat from how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he was standing above you, kissing you with such fervor.

JJ let out a low hum as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of you lying beneath him, your hair spread out over the pillow, your smile, your eyes locked with his. He took a moment to just gaze at you, letting himself bask in your presence, the way your soft, sweet voice telling him he's pretty felt like music to his ears.

"I'm not the only pretty one here... you're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful..."

He let his eyes roam over your face, taking in every detail, every feature, every contour, his gaze eventually zeroing in on your lips, on the red stains of lipstick that no doubt covered them now. The sight of it made him shiver with desire, his mind swirling with the thought of your lips on his, of your kiss. "Your lips though... they're so goddamn pretty... I can't get enough of them..."

You chuckled once again, the sound mostly a flustered reaction instead of one of amusement, lowering his head so you could kiss him, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely.

The moment your arms wrapped around his neck, JJ practically melted, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips, his body shuddering as he leaned down to meet your kiss. His hands clutched at you, seeking out skin to touch, seeking out more of your body to claim. He let himself get lost in the feeling of your lips on his, the taste of your kiss, the way your breath mixed with his, his mind going completely blank.

You deepened the kiss almost timidly, one of your hands moving to the back of his head, tangling in the hair there lowering his head even more, the other still wrapped loosely around his neck.

JJ couldn't hold back a low gasp as he felt you deepen the kiss, your hands on his hair and neck sending shivers down his spine. He pressed himself even more firmly against you, his body nearly shaking with need, desire, want. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, as close as he could possibly get. He let out another guttural moan into the kiss, his hands trailing down your sides,

You followed suite, letting out soft and quiet moans as the kiss grew more heated, your hand still tugging at his hair, playing with it mindlessly, your legs wrapping around his middle loosely to lower him down on top of you even more, liking the weight of his body pressing you down into the bed.

JJ's whole body trembled at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him, his mind going completely blank as you pulled him down on top of you. He needed you closer, he needed more, he needed all of you. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he ducked his head down to your neck, trailing kisses and sucking light marks against the sensitive skin there, his hands roving all over your body, restless and desperate

He mumbled your name, the word coming out as a low, raspy whisper against your skin, his voice low with need and desire. His lips and tongue continued to make their way down your neck to your collarbones, leaving more marks, claiming, owning, needing. His hands still moved all over, grabbing, clutching, caressing, needing to touch more, to feel more of your soft skin under his palms.

You hummed in response when he mumbled your name, still clutching at his hair, soft gasps escaping your lips as he kept biting and kissing your neck messily, writhing your body gently under him.

JJ let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your body moving under him, the sound vibrating against your neck as he continued to mouth and kiss your skin. He could feel himself going completely insane, his head spinning as his mind focused solely on you, on the way you were responding to him, the way you were letting him mark you as his, the need to have as much of you as possible, as if you could somehow ease the burning need inside of him, as if you were the only thing that could.

"What..?" you asked breathlessly, a small huff of air escaping your lips along with soft quiet moans, your hands grabbing at his hair, shoulders or just running over his back slowly.

JJ pulled back from your neck, raising his head to look down at you, his breaths coming in short gasps, his eyes locking with yours. He took in the sight of you beneath him, your hair splayed against the pillow, your face flushed, your eyes half-lidded, your lips parted, their shape slightly smeared with the remnants of the lipstick he left on your lips when you kissed. He was pretty sure that he looked a mess but he didn't care, the only thing on his mind was the way you were letting him kiss you, the way you were letting him make you his.

He couldn't find his voice, his words caught in his throat as he stared down at you, his body shaking as he tried to regain some semblance of control. However, the more he gazed down at you, the more he felt his control slipping away, his need for you growing stronger by the second. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice barely a whisper "More.. I need more of you... I need all of you... please.. "

You swallowed hard, your eyes peering into his, flustered and aroused, your brows knitting up ever so slightly, "well... do you-.. do you have a condom?" you stuttered gently, whispering the words against his lips.

The question knocked any remaining air out of JJ's lungs, the sound of your whisper against his lips sending shiver down his spine. A low growl escaped him, his body trembling as his mind tried to process your words, his hands clutching at you desperately. "A condom? Uh.. yeah.. yeah, I have one... oh fuck.. I have one.."

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing his wallet and rummaging through it. It was a struggle to pull himself away from you even for a moment, the feeling of you under him, your body so warm, so soft, the way you were letting him claim you, it was driving him insane. He pulled out a condom and held it in his hand, hesitating for a moment, trying to calm his racing heart.

He fumbled with the packaging for a second before he was able to rip it open, his hands nearly trembling too much to open the condom properly. He didn't even bother with trying to put it on himself, he just grabbed your hand and placed it in your palm, his eyes locked with yours, his body still shaking as he spoke, his voice hoarse and low "You... You put it on me... I'm too... too goddamn flustered right now..."

"Me?.." you choked out, also flustered your brows raising letting out a nervous chuckle as you gazed down at the condom in your palm.

JJ chuckled softly at your flustered expression, the sound coming out a bit shaky, his eyes raking over your face as he watched you look down at the condom in your hand. He leaned down, his face hovering just above yours, his breath warm on your face. He placed a gentle, soft kiss on your cheek, his hand gently caressing your face "Yeah, you... I can't trust myself to do it at the moment. And I'm way too worked up, I'll just mess it up.."

You fidgeted ever so slightly, growing more flustered, your left hand reaching to untie the laces of his sweatpants shakily, flitting your gaze from your hand was to his eyes.

JJ let out a shaky exhale as he felt your hands on his pants, his body trembling at your gentle touch. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, his own gaze darting back and forth between your face and the way you were untying his sweats. He tried to breathe steadily, his breaths still coming in short gasps as he spoke, his voice low and hoarse

"Y-you're really gonna have to do most of the work here.. I'm too much of a mess.."

"Okay.. that's-.. that's fine.." you replied to him, your gaze darting back down, your hand dipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him out of his boxers gently, your other hand trembling as you rolled the condom down, your eyes darting back up to watch his reactions.

His breath grew even more ragged as he felt your hands on him, his head tilting back slightly as he let out a low, guttural moan, his body shuddering under your touch. As soon as the condom was on, his eyes opened and he looked back down at you, his breaths coming in short gasps, his mind fogged over by need and desire.

"F-fuck.. that feels.. so good... your hands on me.. oh god..."

Your breath shuddered slightly, your hand moving up and down his length hesitantly, still focused intently on his reactions and words, which were a bigger turn on than you ever thought.

JJ's eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he felt your hand on him, his hips twitching involuntarily.

"Oh fck... yes, keep.. keep doing that... oh God.... your hands.... they're so soft... so good..."

His hands fisted into the bedsheets, his breathing growing more and more ragged, his mind slowly turning to mush, the only thing he could focus on were your hands on him.

You hummed mindlessly nodding, your hand moving along his length, darting down to watch your own hand with timid awe, gnawing on your bottom lip. Not only did he sound good, but the way he was basically melting on top of you just from the feeling of your hand was arousing you beyond belief.

His eyes fixed on your face, watching you watch yourself touch him, his mind nearly snapping at the sight of it. Every time your hand moved he felt like he was losing a bit more of his sanity, his whole body shaking with need, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps between moans and groans.

"I... God... I need you so bad... I can't even... fck... I can't think straight... I just need.... I need you... need to be inside you.. please baby..."

"Yeah.. yeah, sure" you nodded frantically. You felt almost hesitant to pull your hand away from him to take off your pajama shorts, shrugging them off awkwardly and in a hurry.

JJ's whole body trembled as he watched you struggle to remove your shorts, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he realized he needed to move so you could get them off completely. He shifted slightly, getting on his knees as he tried to keep his thoughts coherent and his shaky hand steady as he helped you pull your shorts entirely.

"Sorry... I'm a mess already... I can't believe I'm this worked up just from your touch."

You chuckled, watching him actually blush, somehow becoming even more flustered yourself, now left only in your underwear, propping your self on your elbows gently, "don't worry.. it's kinda hot.." you spoke quietly smiling at him.

JJ's breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your body, practically drinking you in. His gaze darkened as his eyes stopped at your thighs, swallowing hard as he reached a trembling hand out to gently caress them, his mind completely blank as his eyes met yours again. "You're... You're so pretty... God."

He continued to caress your thighs, his hands moving further up, his fingers gently tracing the lace of your underwear, his gaze unwavering as he looked into your eyes. "Can I... can I take these off you too? I... I need to touch you... everywhere."

"Yes.. but can i keep my t shirt on..?" you nodded. Despite dating JJ for almost a month now, you still felt kinda shy to be completely naked in front of him. Besides this was the second time sleeping together, like actually, aside from getting handsy and whatnot.

"Of course... yeah, sure... you can keep the shirt on." He smiled softly and reassuringly at you, a sense of tenderness seeping into his voice as he spoke. He didn't dislike the idea, especially since it was his shirt he got to fuck you in.

"I just... I just want to be as close to you as possible... I need... I need to have you close." He gently pulled your legs open slightly, shifting in between them.

"You don't mind right?" you asked, your brows furrowing, not sure if anticipation or mild concern, your hands reaching up to cup his face.

He chuckled lightly and leaned into your touch, shaking his head. "Of course not. I just want you to be comfortable. I don't care if you keep your shirt on, it's not gonna change how much I want you right now."

His hands moved up your thighs, slowly reaching the edge of your underwear, his thumbs caressing lightly over the lace, getting ready to pull the panties down.

His gaze was fixed on you, watching how you trembled slightly under his touch, how your lips pressed together like you were trying to hold back. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs to the waistband of your underwear, ready to slide them down. However, he paused, his eyes searching yours for permission. "You okay... if I take these off, right?"

"Yeah.. of course.. i, uh.. i want you to." you mustered up the courage to mumble the last part as you nodded, your eyes fixed on his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, the sight so mesmerizing in a weird way. You looked up at him, lifting your hips gently, so it was easier to slide the underwear off.

His breath caught in his throat. It was hard to tell who was more nervous, you, or him. When you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to pull them off, he had to do everything in his power to keep himself together, not to completely lose his mind at the sight of you underneath him, at the look in your eyes, at how open and vulnerable you were being with him, letting him see you like this. "You're... you're so beautiful..." he almost whined out.

His voice was low and a little shaky, his hands moving down to caress your thighs again once he has taken your underwear off. His gaze darted between your eyes and the space between your legs, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to keep his composure.

"I... I just... I need you so bad right now... It's like I'm completely losing my mind with how beautiful you are and how badly I need to be inside you."

You inhaled a shaky breath, feeling a little exposed once the panties were completely off, but mostly aroused from how he was speaking to you. His words although a little lewd, they were kind of tender, like his usual way of talking to you, of course. It was strangely pleasant how that also mirrored to when he was horny and needy. You pressed your lips together, looking up at him in anticipation and nervousness, your face probably flushed given how warm it felt.

As you looked up at him, and saw the expression on your face - nervous, a little flustered, but also filled with want and need... he was done for. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours, his lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck just below your ear, his voice a low, rough whisper against your skin. "It's okay... I got you. I'm gonna take care of you. I'll go slow, alright?"

"Yeah.. sorry.. i don't even know why I'm nervous.. you're my boyfriend after all.." you chuckled awkwardly and breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely as he positioned himself between your legs, the action causing him to brush against you gently, earning a shudder of pleasure from your body.

"Hey... don't worry about it. I'm nervous too, actually.. I don't know why, this isn't the first time we've done this, but... it just feels different this time. I just can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are.. how good it's gonna feel... I don't wanna mess this up, you know.. I don't wanna hurt you or anything.."

He gently caressed your hip, his lips leaving a soft trail of kisses down your neck, his breath warm and ragged against your skin.

"You're nervous too?" you asked in slight disbelief. The idea seemed a bit funny, given how confident he usually was, or how many times he did this in the past with other girls.

He smiled against your skin, his breath warm against you as he spoke. It was a bit funny, yes, to think of him in this situation, being nervous when he's always so confident. He wasn't used to that... except when it came to you. Something about you made him nervous, sometimes.

"Mhm... I am."

He left another soft kiss on your skin.

"I care about you so much.. I wanna make you feel good... be good to you.."

"That's so sweet.. i care about you too.." you giggled quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed your neck.

He hummed at your touch, his body shivering slightly at the feel of your fingers threading through his hair. He had to suppress a groan, his body already sensitive to your touch. Even the slightest graze of your fingers sent a shiver down his spine, his breaths coming in a little ragged as he spoke, his voice a little huskier than usual. "God... even the way you touch me... it turns me on so much..."

He nipped gently at the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips making their way down to your collarbone, his hands roaming over the curves of your body, his breaths growing quicker and more labored, as he continued to take in the feel of your body under him, the taste of your skin on his lips.

"You're so soft... all the right places... all I wanna do is just... just touch you all over..."

You let out small shaky moans as he nipped gently at your neck, the feeling causing your breath to catch in your throat and your skin to erupt in goosebumps wherever he touched or kissed.

He hummed against your skin, reveling in the sounds you made, feeling a sense of pride at making you shiver and moan. Your reactions set his blood aflame, his body growing hotter and hotter as he continued to explore your body with his lips and hands, his breath warm against your skin as he murmured against you.

"You like that, hm? You like the way I touch you... the way I make you feel... I love how responsive you are... it drives me wild..."

"Mhm.. i love it.." you hummed, nodding, your head tilting back against the pillow, your hands roaming through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp gently.

JJ groaned softly as your hands carded through his hair, the feeling of your nails scraping his scalp sending a shiver down his spine, straight to his core. It was an overwhelming sensation, your touch, the sounds you were making, the sight of you beneath him, completely open and vulnerable, letting him see you like this. A deep desire to bring you pleasure, to make this good for you washed over him, and he was determined to make you feel nothing but ecstasy. "Want to try something new...?

"Hmm?" you hummed once again in response, your eyes fluttering open to lock with his.

He held your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with desire. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, all flushed and breathless and beautiful, lying beneath him. He had to take a moment to compose himself, to push away the overwhelming need to devour you whole, and focus on how he was gonna make sure you felt good. Eventually, he spoke again, his voice low and rough. "Turn around... get on your hands and knees for me, baby..."

You complied, given how turned on you were, the feeling overruling your shyness. Your arms unwrapped from his neck and propped yourself from laying on your back, turning around and getting on your hands and knees timidly, arching your back a little, "Good..?" you asked quietly. Although you were aroused, you still felt a little exposed, vulnerable. But all of that just melted away when you saw the look on his face, when he licked his lips and the kiss marks still littering his skin.

He inhaled a shaky breath as he watched you get into the position he asked for, his eyes growing even darker with desire. The arch of your back, the way you looked over your shoulder at him, you were just so goddamn beautiful. He took in the view of you, completely bare and open for him, before he spoke again, his voice barely above a low murmur.

"God... yeah.. so good, baby..."

He gently placed his hands on your hips, his grip firm but still gentle, his touch warm through you. He shifted closer to you, his body pressed against yours from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he reached around to cup your breast in his free hand, his other hand keeping a tight grip on your hip, holding you in place against him. "You're so beautiful like this... all bent over for me, waiting for me to touch you.."

"I don't look silly right?" you asked, chuckling breathlessly, supporting your weight on your hands.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips at your question. He loved how sometimes you'd get shy and insecure, even when you were a complete mess in his arms. He found it cute, but also a little frustrating because he just wanted you to understand and believe how beautiful and perfect you were.

He pressed a kiss on the skin just below your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he answered your question.

"No, baby... you look... amazing. Incredible. Goddamn perfect."

He continued to caress your skin, his hands roaming over your curves as he spoke, his voice low and rough.

"And you feel... amazing... so soft and smooth, just perfect for me, yeah...?" He pressed his lips against the back of your neck, his tongue tracing a path down to your shoulder, leaving a light trail of kisses and gentle bites.

"Yeah.." you answered weakly, nodding at his words, your body growing tight with anticipation.

He hummed against your skin, feeling the way your body tensed under his touch. He wanted to make you feel good, and he loved seeing the effect he had on you, how your body responded to his touches and kisses.

"That's my girl... god, I love how you react to me... you're so responsive..."

He continued to kiss and bite at your skin, his hands slowly moving to caress your hips, his body pressing more firmly against you from behind.

As his hands and lips continued to graze over your skin, his body pressed more firmly against yours, you could feel his growing excitement, as he grew harder and harder against you, his breaths ragged and shallow. He wanted you desperately, his need for you consuming him, but he was also focused on making sure you felt good, that he was gentle and careful with you.

"You okay, baby...?" his low, lust-filled voice whispered in your ear, his mouth still pressing kisses and soft bites on the back of your neck.

"Mhm... I'm okay.. you can-.. you can you know..." you hummed, your back arching a little more, to shy to actually say it outright that you were ready for him to be inside you now, maybe a little needy yourself too.

He took in a shaky breath as you arched your back a little more, the feeling of your body against his enough to drive him over the edge. He wanted to be inside you so damn bad, but he was also happy that you were able to express what you wanted, even if you were a little shy to say it. He leaned into your ear, his voice deep and ragged as he responded. "Yeah... I can do that, baby..."

He pulled back slightly, his hands moving to caress your hips, his thumbs tracing over your skin gently. He positioned himself behind you, one hand on your hip, the other guiding himself towards you from behind, his breaths coming in short gasps, his body tense with need and anticipation as he felt the tip of his cock brush against your slick folds. "You ready, baby...?"

"Yes I'm ready.." you almost whined, nodding as you felt him brush against you even so slightly.

Hearing your whine and seeing you nod, seeing how you were aching for him, he couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a guttural noise, almost a growl, as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

"Fuuuck.." he cussed under his breath at the feeling of finally being inside you, other words he had getting lost in his throat as he slid in so easily. You were just as turned on as he was, maybe even more and that made him insane with want.

Your head fell forward slightly at the feeling, a quiet moan escaping your lips from the back of your throat, your eyes fluttering closed for a second.

He let out another, breathless gasp as he slowly pushed all the way to the hilt causing his breathing to stutter and his heart almost stop from anticipation.

He paused for a moment, taking in the feel of you completely around him, the feel of your body against his. It was so goddamn intense, you just felt so damn perfect around him, he could've lost it right then and there.

"God, baby... this feels so good... you feel so good.."

You mewled gently, your breath quickening more than it already was. You dug your knees into the mattress, arching your body a little to adjust the position better while he paused, adjusting to the feeling of him. You spared him a glance over your shoulder, blowing some of the unruly strands of hair that blocked your vision a little. Your eyes roamed over his face, still stained with your lipstick and a look of pure need in his eyes and you were sure you could've passed out.

Seeing you glance back at him over your shoulder, that messy hair framing your face, your lips slightly parted as you panted, it was such a beautiful sight, he almost felt his knees buckle.

He took in another short gasp, his hands gripping tighter on your hips, anchoring himself to you as he braced himself. "You can't even know how beautiful you look right now, baby.... god damn..."

He pushed a few strands of hair back with a trembling hand, his eyes studying your face, the way your lips parted slightly to breathe, the flush on your skin, the way your eyes were half-lidded as you looked back at him.

He couldn't resist any longer, he had to see more, get more of you. The thought of moving, pushing himself deeper inside you, almost made him lightheaded. He had to bite back another growl, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "Can I... move, baby...?"

The question hung in the air for a few moments as you adjusted fully, your head hanging low as you took steady breaths, "yeah you can move.." you mumbled quietly, surprised you could even speak given how shaky your breath was and how fuzzy your head felt already/

He nodded wordlessly at your confirmation, his hands gripping tighter on your hips as he slowly, carefully started to move, pulling himself out slightly before pushing back in, his breath leaving him in a heavy sigh.

He set a steady pace, the feeling of you around him almost too much to bear. He couldn't help the soft grunts and curses that escaped his lips every time he thrust into you, the pleasure he was experiencing was overwhelming, but he wanted more, he wanted to feel more of you, give you more pleasure. "You feel so good, baby... you don't even know.."

The position was making it feel much better, your eyes fluttered shut as you let out small choked moans every time his hips pushed forward. His palm was splayed out on your lower stomach gently, the other hand holding your hip and guiding it slowly and steadily, letting your body arch into his hands as you moved, your hands planted into the pillows for support.

He loved seeing you like this, moving into his touch, your body completely open and pliant for him. It was a sight he hoped to engrain into his memory forever, to take with him when he's alone at night, or just simply to revisit in the middle of conversations when he was bored.

Your sounds and the way you moved, the way your body arched into his touch, it was like you were made just for him, just for him to please and fill and touch. It was driving him wild, almost making him dizzy with desire, with need.

"God, baby.. you're so beautiful.. I can't get enough of you.."

Your hands were a little shaky to support your self, bending down a little and arching your back so you could support yourself on your forearms, your head burying into the pillow, your moans coming out a little muffled now.

Seeing you adjust your position, arching further down like that, your head burying into the pillows, the soft moans and whimpers you were making, it was almost too much for him to take. He had to bite back another low growl, the sight of you like that making him a little too lightheaded for his liking. "That's it, baby.. you let me know just how good I'm making you feel.."

"Feels good.." you lifted your head to mutter meekly, lips parted a little as you panted slowly, "can you go a little harder..?" you asked, the words melting into a small whimper.

"Harder?" he repeated, his voice hoarse and low. The sound of your little whimper and the thought of being even rougher with you, it was almost enough to send him over the edge on its own. He bit back a moan, his hand on your hip gripping tighter.

"You want it harder, baby? You want me to be a little rougher with you..?"

He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth next to your ear, his hand moving to the front of your body, gently caressing your skin from waist to chest, all the way up to your face, moving a few strands of your hair out of the way. "Yeah? You want me to take you like that, baby...?"

"Mhm.." you hummed weakly, a small nod following the sound while your brows furrowed up in pleasure.. You didn't know how, or why you agreed, especially since this was the second time sleeping with him since you started dating. You wanted to get over your shyness, at least in the bedroom with JJ.

He chuckled low in his throat at your shy but eager agreement. Taking your hair in his hand, he pulled it back gently, but firm enough so your head was lifted from the pillows, looking up from the pillow. "That's my good girl, always so eager to please me, to take what I give you..."

He straightened himself back up, his eyes falling to your back, arching up against him, your face turned up towards him, your eyes glazed with pleasure. He almost got lost in the sight of you, completely vulnerable and open for him. "God, you look so sexy like this... all mine..."

He let your hair go, his hand moving back to your hips, gripping you tightly. He set a harder, faster pace, taking you just like you asked for, watching the way you moved against him, your head falling back down as he hit deeper inside you with each thrust.

"You like that..?"

His praise and compliments along with the slightly faster pace and the feeling of him hitting deeper inside you caused you to bury your face into the pillow, your stomach almost laying flat on the bed as your body arched up even further, which was surprising given you weren't this flexible usually, "love it.. " you muttered weakly, your brain fogging up to the point of not being sure if you said the words out loud or just thought them.

He let out another guttural noise, almost a growl, the sound escaping him from the back of his throat with each of, his thrusts becoming rougher, more primal as his own control slowly started to unravel.

"You look so perfect like this.. taking me so deep inside you... that's my girl.."

He could feel you arching further and further back towards him, almost lying flat against the bed, taking him even deeper, he didn't even know how it was possible. He let his hand wander over your body, tracing over your skin, caressing you gently, before resting firmly on your back, keeping you anchored against him. "You have no idea how perfect you look..." he repeated, the word 'perfect' ringing in his mind every time he gazed down at you. Your face, your sounds muffled by the pillow, his shirt still on you. All of it was making JJ see stars, even before he got to finish.

Your mouth parted open slightly, still propped shakily on your forearms, turning your head to the side a little so your face wasn't fully buried into the pillow, your soft whimpers and moans a little louder and sweeter. You knew that tomorrow you were probably gonna have one hell of a back pain, given how you were arching mindlessly like a cat. You wanted to speak or say something anything, but your brain was too fuzzy to say anything, his lewd praises echoing in your mind.

He didn't know what was better, the sight of you completely open and vulnerable for him, or the sounds that you were making. You were moaning and whimpering so sweetly, taking him so well, arching back against him, he could practically feel the way you were completely losing yourself to him. It was a sight that he knew he'd never forget, he'd be thinking about this moment often, he knew it. "You're taking me so well.."

That specific praise made you mewl gently, the sound of it so low and shaky as you could hear how lost in pleasure he was too, his southern drawl more proeminent as it went on almost making you go entirely numb. Or maybe that was because your were still arched, your lower stomach grazing the bed beneath you with every thrust, face scrunched up in pleasure, sliding your forearms under the pillow a little to support yourself better.

He looked down, admiring the sight of you practically molding into the shape of the bed, your back arched up for him so perfectly, taking him so well, he couldn't resist the urge to let his hand slide under your shirt, over the arch of your back, feeling your skin beneath his fingers, your body beneath his hands. It was heaven, almost. "God, you're so damn hot like this. arching up like that, taking me so deep inside of you.."

His words made your head swim, the low drawl of his voice, the way he was touching you, his hand moving over your body with the lightest touch, it was almost too much for you to bear. You whimpered again, arching your back up a little higher, your head dropping back down into the pillows.

"That's it, baby, arch up for me.."

If someone were to come into your room, your parents per se and see you like this, arching up like a damn cat with your boyfriend talking to you so... you didn't even have the words to describe the way he was talking to you, he was dirty but in a nice southern way. Your parents would flip, or die from shock, their sweet, timid and quiet daughter getting bent into the mattress by her boyfriend. a sight that would probably make a nun faint.

His hand was splayed across your lower stomach again, as if to feel himself inside of you while he thrusted, your whimpers and moans increasing just a little as you lifted your head a tad bit, one of your hands sliding from the pillow to brush off some hair that was sticking to your face, glancing back at him over your shoulder for a brief moment.

He smiled a little when you looked back at him, but it didn't last long, it was immediately replaced with a grunt, a gasp. That view of you glancing back at him over your shoulder, your back arching for him, it took his breath away, it made his mind go fuzzy, almost completely blank, the only thoughts left being about how perfect you looked, about how damn good you felt, spasming and fluttering around his cock. "That's my good girl.. arching so well for me..."

He let his hand slid up your back with the lightest touch, until it was in your hair, grabbing a tight handful of locks, guiding your head back up a little more, so that you were looking straight ahead, but not too much to cause you any pain.

"Mmm.. there you go.. that's it..."

Your mouth fell open slightly, your jaw a bit slack as you propped yourself on your forearms more firmly, shifting your hips side to side for a brief moment. Your moans were coming out in strings, almost dying out in your throat mindlessly. You weren't screaming or being obnoxiously loud but still this was a notch higher than your usual shy ones.

He took in your every sound, your every movement, wanting to commit it all to memory. You sounded so good, this more intense response was like a drug to him, he couldn't get enough of it, he had to hear it more. He began moving a little faster, his breath coming in short gasps, his hands gripping your hips "Yeah... yeah, that's my girl.."

He didn't even know what he was saying anymore, the words just tumbled out, all he knew was that you were making him feel incredible, and he wanted to make you feel just as good. He let his hands slide back up to your hair, gripping it tight, pulling your head back, forcing your back to arch up even further for him. "You keep arching like this and I won't last long, baby..."

"Close... 'm close.." you mewled gently, managing to speak just a little to let him know you were gonna finish. It was about damn time, you would be almost shocked if your brain wasn't so mushy from the pleasure, having lasted so long given how good you felt.

He was glad that you spoke up and told him, because he wasn't sure how much longer he would last with you like that, arched up so perfectly, taking him so eagerly. When he heard you say that though, his already fuzzy mind practically went blank, the only thing he could think of was bringing you to the edge.

"Yeah?" he breathed, his pace increasing, his fingers tightening in your hair, his thrusts becoming harder, faster.

"Mhm.." you wanted to hum in response but the hum melted into a sweet moan when your climax washed over you after a few more thrusts, your head slumping down onto the pillow as your body shook gently, thighs tensing and knees almost giving out. But you kept planted, still arching up almost if unconsciously waiting for him.

Seeing you come completely undone like that, it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever witnessed. Feeling you tighten around him, hearing the sounds you were making, he came a short while later, riding out the waves of pleasure that came with it, his grip on your hips tightening further, probably hard enough to leave a bruise. He panted, his breaths heavy, holding himself up on one arm as he leaned down over you, his body feeling weak, completely spent.

He didn't move for a few moments, just stayed there, above you, catching his breath as he came down from the high. He looked down at you, still in awe at how perfect you looked, how good you were. Finally, he slowly, gently pulled out of you, his hands going to give your hips a proud squeeze.

You let out a sigh as pulled out of you, your breathing still sputtery as you laid completely on your stomach, one of your hands reaching to brush some hair from your forehead, a sheer layer of sweat covering it, along with your back, given how your t shirt was sticking to it.

He sat back, looking down at you, a small satisfied smile on his face as he took in the sight of you. Your hair sticking to your face, the shirt clinging to your back, your legs slightly trembling from the aftermath, you looked completely wrecked and it was all his doing.

"You alright, baby?" he asked, gently running a hand over your back

"...Yeah" you replied hoarsely, turning to lay on your back, propping yourself on your elbows despite feeling completely spent. God, he looked so smug, and the sight alone would've probably gotten you pregnant. His face was still covered in faint marks or lipstick and it was the hottest sight you'd seen.

He chuckled at your hoarse answer, his hand still resting on your back, gently stroking you, feeling your body underneath his hand. "I didn't wear you out too much, did I?" he teased gently

You let out a small huff of air, the sound meant to be a chuckle, gazing up at him. You were rendered speechless, even more than how you'd be usually when you'd get shy and clam up flustered. Your back felt a little sore, along with your thighs but the feeling was dim, you knew you'd feel it in the morning though.

He laid down behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close, your back against his chest. He snuggled up against you, burying his face into your hair and neck, taking in your scent, feeling a strange feeling of contentment wash over him. It was a feeling he couldn't remember ever feeling before he met you. "You feel okay? Back's not too sore?" he asked, his voice soft

"Mmm... no, not right now.." you mumbled quietly, your breathing finally slowing down.

He chuckled again, holding you close, snuggled up against you, his hand gently caressing your stomach "You're gonna be sore as hell in the morning though."

"I think you broke my back.." you spoke meekly after a few moments. You took the chance to finally take your surroundings, your room coming back into focus as you gazed around mindlessly.

"Psh, you ain't broke, you're still in one piece babe." he teased, placing a quick kiss on the back of your neck

"You might not be able to move for a couple days though."

He held you closer, still snuggled up against your back, his body relaxing against you, a wave of tiredness washing over him after the whole experience "You mind if I stay here tonight?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur

"No.. of course not." you answered sweetly, letting out a soft sigh.

He smiled, burying his face in your hair, holding you a little closer as the tiredness began to overtake him. He didn't want to admit it, but cuddling with you like this, pressed against your warm, soft body, it felt nice, it felt comfortable, it felt like home, and it scared the hell out of him.

He tried to shake the feeling off, instead focusing on the moment, on the feeling of you in his arms. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, his eyes closing as he began to drift off.

"Night, babe."

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A/N: I love needy men. Also hello? the sex was so romantic and dirty at the same time, didn't mean to get so horny and emotional (jk i did.) Hope you had fun reading love you all, this could've also been a valentines special, but..

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[momotonescreaming]

Still thinking about this post by @firefighterkinard and I'm losing my mind.

There's just something compelling about a Tommy who's slowly trying to open himself up to Buck, to offer up facts about himself that offer deeper conversations about who is but struggling as it feels like he's offering his beating heart on a platter. Compared to a Buck who likes Tommy so much and is so happy he doesn't stop to dive any deeper than that because why does he need to? He's free. Happier than he's been in ages. He's not gonna overthink it.

They're in Tommy's garage together, Tommy working on a classic car while Buck sits on a workshop stool and keeps him company. They talk and flirt and it's nice. They fall into a lull of silence and Tommy tries to use it as an opportunity to open up a bit. Talk about how he really struggled with his interest in cars when he was younger. Maybe he can talk about how it's the only hobby of his that his dad found acceptable. That they used to do it together. And for a while after he left home he struggled to find out whether he actually likes working on cars or not. Or whether he was doing it to hold on to a scrap of his dad's approval (he genuinely likes cars for himself, he finds out).

Only Buck deflects with a flirt. Teases him about always being a sexy mechanic and how hot he finds it. So Tommy rolls with it. Flirts back. If Buck doesn't want to talk about this, it's fine.

And then it keeps happening.

Theyre having a romantic dinner in the loft and Tommy uses a joking conversation starter about his dad and Gerrard. Figures that Buck will push, ask him a question, use this to get to know his boyfriend more. But he flirts. Drops his voice down low and looks at Tommy through his lashes. So Tommy goes with it. What's the point in trying again? He's been burnt before.

And how does he bring this up? How does he tell Buck he's been wondering about their relationship starting to feel a little onesided? That offering this deep, raw, information about himself feels like pulling teeth and he doesn't know how long he can continue to try when Buck's not offering anything back. That he gets he's Buck's first boyfriend but he thought that maybe they could be something more.

He doesn't know how to talk about it so he doesn't bring it up.

It's not Buck's fault that Tommy's falling hard and fast. He can see forever with Buck, wants it so bad, this is the best relationship he's ever been in. So he selfishly takes and takes and takes. He dotes on and cares for and loves Evan Buckley with every fibre of his being.

Tommy lies to himself and tells himself he's okay with Buck realising what he's ready for isn't him. That Tommy is his first, not his last. He knows Buck isn't being malicious about it, isn't mean. There's not a cruel bone in his body. He cares for Tommy, he does. But he might just end up breaking his heart anyway.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mission Control 26

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, blood, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The bath is soothing. As much as it can be. This place is still strange to you. Funny how that dingy old cabin grew so familiar. 

When you finish, you pull the stopper. You keep the weight off your ankle as you heave yourself over the porcelain brim and you fall a bit too heavily onto the toilet. You’re unsurprised when a knock follows. There’s water all over the floor from your struggle. 

“Come in,” you call. 

The soldier—Steve enters. He takes the towel from the rack and brings it to you. You thank him as you accept it. Before you can cover yourself, he stops you. He touches the scabbed lined from where you were cut, just along your chest. He frowns. 

“You saved me,” you assure him and gently brush his hand. He winces away from you. 

He saved your life, after he stole it from you. You find yourself forgetting that. The tea shop, the bus rides, your real home. Your scalp thrums and you thoughtlessly touch the short bristle growing back in the bald spot he left. 

The movement of his hand catches your eye. You watch him scrunch his fingers up and make a circular motion over his chest. You peek up at his face. You recognise the gesture. 

“You’re sorry?” You murmur. He nods. “How do you...” 

He raises a finger. You don’t finish the question. You focus on drying yourself. 

He helps you stand. You lean on him and he leads you out. He takes you to a large bedroom. One wall is almost all glass, looking out onto the snowy hills. It’s beautiful but desolate. The snow dampens all noise, or that could be the walls. 

He sits you on the bed and brings a neatly folded length of fabric to you. He spreads it and lifts it to show you. The lilac fabric is sleek and the wide neckline trimmed in lace. It’s as nice as the rest of this place. You lift your arms and let him slide it over your head.  

You grab onto him and stand and he lets the satin fall down your body. “Thank you,” you squeeze him and sit. He doesn’t look happy. 

He backs up as his fingers curl then unfold. He shifts his weight then tugs on his hair, frustrated by the greasy shanks. He huffs then stomps over to the mirror over the vanity table. He tries to wipe his face. 

“You should wash too,” you suggest. “I’ll wait.” 

He stands straight and looks at you. Doubt stitches in his forehead. Your chest drops. He shrugs then marches to the door. He shuts it. 

He still doesn’t trust you. Not fully. He thinks you would run? Even like this? Where would you even go? How far could you get? 

Or maybe he’s worried about what happened before. Not about you going, but someone coming. 

You drag yourself up onto the bed and recline. You stay atop the blankets. It’s so nice to be somewhere you can’t feel the wind through the walls. Where the air is tolerable. 

You stay like that, drifting into a trance, off into the recesses of your mind when you don’t think or feel. You just let everything crumble away. It’s not that you’ve given up, only that you accept this. You’d rather be complacent than helpless. 

When the door opens again, your lashes split. You flutter them at Steve and yawn. He wears a towel around his waist. The light limns the scars all across his body, newer bruises and cuts along his shoulder blades and on his lower stomach. He wears them as if he does not feel them. 

He stirs around in the dresser. He takes his time dressing in a pair of dark blue pajamas. He combs his hair at the vanity then pauses. His fingers drag down the scar down one side of his face. He quickly retreats. 

He stops at the foot of the bed and diverts his path. He goes to the narrow book case in the corner and slides out a book. He brings it to you. You sit up and take it from him. 

‘Beginner’s ASL’. You examine the cover then open it. You go through the alphabet then close it. 

“Have you learned any?” You ask. 

He bends his hand and gestures in a sort of salute on his forehead then makes a fist and flicks his thumb, squeezing his shoulders smaller. He mouths the words he means to sign. You search the book, trying to traace the words in his lips. 

“You know a little?” You push pages back and forth. 

He nods. You do too. 

“I need to learn too.” 

His cheek twitches. 

“We need to be able to communicate, right?” You shrug. 

He shrugs back. 

“Unless you don’t want to.” 

He grimaces and shakes his head. You inhale deeply and look back at the book. You go through the alphabet and follow along with your hands as you recite it aloud. You sense him moving around the bed. He turns on the lamp beside you but shuts off the overhead one. 

He settles onto the other side of the bed. You continue your practice. You’re not sure how much you’ll remember in a few hours. 

You feel a heat gathering in your cheek. You glance over. He’s watching you. He’s propped up on one elbow, marveling at you like something interesting. You shut the book. He puts his hand on the cover. He slips it free of your hand and places it behind him. 

He reaches to your chin. You lower yourself to your back. His thumb traces along your lips and he nestles closer. He pushes against you as his touch trails along your neck. Goosebumps rise on your skin. 

He leans in and kisses your temple, then your cheekbone, and finally your lips. You let him. He caresses along the top of your chest and feels along the lacy trim of the night gown. His large hand covers one side of your chest and his hot breath enshrines you. 

He curls his arm around your middle and rolls back, bring you atop him. Your lips part and you look down at him. His eyes blaze up at you as he frames your hips and tries to rock them. 

He can try, but he can’t silence that part of him. That need. Whatever it is that made him carry you away into this twisted life. 

[readwritealldayallnight]

I am obsessed with your page and EQUALLY excited for part two to the coffee-place-stalker-fic !!!

I saw your requests were open and was wondering if I could request Simon with a teacher!reader? Maybe he’s helping her with crafts for Valentine’s Day or hes back from deployment and surprises her at school?

Just something wholesome and fluffy?

Thank you🩷

“Well, what should we do-”

“It doesn’t look like he’s got anything with him-”

“Definitely not any parent I recognize-”

“Do we go into lockdown? Or safe school-”

“He hasn’t done anything wrong, I mean he’s just standing there-”

“Yes, but why is he standing there-”

“Hi ladies.” You murmur, walking into the staff room you notice a group of your coworkers huddled up around the window, peering intently outside at something

It’s not often that anything going on outside of the staff room during recess could be important enough to pull their attention away from the food they have 20 minutes to scarf down before they’re back to caring for other people offspring, those issues are precisely why the board hires lunch monitors

But apparently whatever is happening outside in the school parking lot is interesting enough to have nearly half a dozen of your colleagues poking their heads between the blinds to catch a glimpse, pre packed lunches and yesterdays leftovers forgotten

“There’s some weird man standing in the parking lot.” One of the younger teachers says, pulling the dusty blinds back for another not so subtle peek

“What’s he doing?” One of the schools educational assistants asks, having come in just behind you

“Nothing. Just standing there, this whole time.” The math teacher shrugs, never moving her eyes off the window

“Well how long’s he been out there?”

“Mrs Ashton says she first saw him almost a quarter of an hour ago, just before the bell rang.”

“We’re sure he’s not a parent?” One of the newer student teachers poses the question

“Well, no. But he certainly doesn’t like any of our parents.”

“He’s not done anything wrong, technically. Just odd that he’s lingering like that.”

“You don’t think the mask is odd as well?”

At that last remark from your colleagues, your head perks up, glancing towards the gaggle still gathered by the glass

“Has anyone told the vice principal yet? Maybe we should-”

“That’s aright, actually.” You say with a sigh, peering out the window for the first time and confirming your suspicions. “That one’s mine.”

You’re pulling your jacket tighter around yourself as the wind whips your hair all about, shaking your head in playful disbelief, but the smile stretching across your face cannot hide your delight in seeing him as you walk closer

“Okay, no more mask when you drop off my lunches from now on.” You tease, finally stepping near enough to see the slightly crinkled paper bag sat in the passenger seat of his truck

“Well maybe if someone didn’t forget her lunch, wouldn’t ’ave to be in this situation, would we?” He teases right back, both of you knowing very well that Simon lives for these small, mundane moments when he’s off from deployment, able to drop you off and pick you up from work, bring you lunches, have dinner ready when you get home, the small things that might seem tedious and boring to others, he lives for, knowing he gets to do them with you

“Well maybe if someone didn’t keep me in bed for an extra half hour this morning and had me rushing for work-”

“Don’t remember hearin’ many complaints this mornin’ about that extra half hour you spent bouncing on my c-”

The sound of the school bell ringing cuts him off, the both of you letting out small chuckles before you’re standing up on tip toes, reaching to give him a quick peck on the cheek over his mask, his large gloved hand giving your waist a slight squeeze before he tells you he’ll be around to pick you up soon as the dismissal bell goes off

You tell him that if he makes your favourite for dinner tonight, you might have dessert ready for him back in bed afterwards, an idea which the glimmer in his eyes tells you he’s more than okay with

You’re still grinning to yourself, walking back towards the front doors with your sack lunch held tightly in hand, when you send a quick wink to the now even larger crowd of colleagues watching you from the window

———

Thank you so much for the sweet words and the suggestion! I hope you’re okay with the way I took this lil prompt

I’m hoping to have stalker/fluff Simon posted by the end of the week, I’ve changed and edited that story more times than I can remember now, I just really want it right before it’s out there!

- M 🫶🏻

[brokenmutations]

I love you in every universe

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Heightened Senses] • In every universe, broken or not, you will always love Logan Howlett. Even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Nudity / Implied Sex • TW: Scars / Nightmares / Alcohol & Drug Consumption / Mentions of Recovery / Depression

“I love you”

Y/N froze in front of the mirror quickly zipping up her suit and turning to Logan.

“What?”

“I love you. I love you so much it hurts” Logan brought himself close, resting his hands on her hips as she places her hands on his chest before grabbing onto his jacket. “I love you Y/F/N Y/L/N since the first moment I laid eyes on you…”

Y/N didn’t utter a word at first as she couldn’t help but start tearing up. She tugged him down by the jacket bringing her lips to his, sealing the deceleration.

~

Logan frowns staring at the ceiling of the bedroom he shared with Wade and Al, both happen to be on either side of him. He wished he was in the same bed as her in this moment but Laura wanted time alone with her mom before she went back to taking jobs in the upcoming week and before Laura went back to the mansion.

“Stop thinking too loud” Wade groans rolling onto his back, taking his pillow and smacking Al to stop snoring. “What’s wrong, peanut?”

“I didn’t even move and you woke up”

“Like he said you thought too loud” Al groans, pointing at the door which prompted Logan to leave to have his loud thoughts out of the bedroom.

He half expected Wade to go back to bed, but the tired Deadpool followed shortly behind him with Dogpool at his feet.

“What were the loud thoughts this time?” Wade slumps over the armrest of the loveseat and slowly slipped into the cushions. Mary Puppins instantly jumping onto his back and circling to get comfortable. “Mmmm Puppins get comfy FASTER”

The Wolverine really feeds into the silent and broody type. He simply didn’t want to talk about it but he knows Wade will…keep it to himself.

…

Maybe not.

“I was thinking of my Y/N…” Logan frowns, resting his head in his hand getting lost in his thought once more but those words intrigued Wade a bit.

“Like…nightmare or…?” Wade lifts his head looking at Logan, growing confused to the concern expression on his face. “Nightmare. Listen, angel baby—-we all get the—-“

“Is it cheating if I fell in love with another version of her?”

If the blinks were audible, the amount of times Wade blinked would be loud enough to wake the neighborhood.

“You’re in love with Y/N???” Wade sat up too fast causing Puppins to fall off with a thud as she grumbles while trotting back to the bedroom knowing Al won’t kick her off. “Logan, this is the best thing to happen. You were destined for each other no matter what timeline or universe or whatever the fuck Marvel created—-It’s meant to be!”

Wade continued to go on a rant about destiny, and how Y/N might have the same kinks as his univer—-oh yeah.

Laura stood in the hallway hearing all of Wade’s rant because she stepped out to tell him to shut up, only to turn back around and head back inside to climb back into bed beside Y/N.

“What was it about this time?” Y/N gave Laura a tired but curious look, only to not receive an answer right away which brought a wave of concern. “What is it, hun?”

“Can’t you hear him?” Laura frowns turning her head toward her mom. “With your mutation”

The lie that brewed in an instant, only got thrown away the second Laura questioned.

“Yeah…I heard them” Y/N shifts to lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression as Laura’s was riddled with concern.

“Do you think…or are you…in love with him?”

“I…I don’t know what I feel. We haven’t…kissed or…things you shouldn’t be doing until you’re 30” Had to bring in the mom talk even if Laura rolled her eyes in response. “I’m still…mourning James even if I know he would want me to move on…”

“It’s been years…he would want you to be happy, mom” Laura frowns, bringing herself to snuggle into her mom as Y/N wrapped her arm around her to bring her closer. “I know it’s…another him but he still has his own sense of self”

“I know, I just want to take this slowly…there’s nothing wrong with wanting that” Y/N hums softly, resting her cheek on top of Laura’s head as she continues to snuggle into her mom. The night finally stilling…

________

“I love you”

Logan couldn’t help but have a shocked expression with hints of ‘are you sure?’ littered in the air. Y/N knew he’s thinking such and nodded. His felt his heart pounding in his chest, prompting him to step closer until there was no space between them.

“Say it again”

“I love you, James”

The tough exterior the Wolverine bares…instantly collapsed and tears started to form as he gently cradles her face in his hands pressing his forehead against hers. Y/N’s hands taking hold of his wrists, her eyes fluttering close.

“I love you…flaws and all”

________

Logan couldn’t help but stare at Y/N talking with their friends at one of Wade’s infamous parties. He looked down for a moment to take a sip of his Coke while fiddling with a chip in his fingers.

Six Months Sobriety

This party of Wade’s was to celebrate such, given after their time in the void he’s been celebrating a lot of the little things lately. Really any excuse to have a party.

“Congrats”

His eyes instantly shot up locking onto Y/N’s as she gave him a warm smile.

“Uh. Thanks…it’s nothin’”

“It’s everything” Y/N assures him, resting her hand on his bicep making Logan flex at first contact before relaxing. “Though I will say for a party to celebrate such, Wade really had to buy all the alcohol he can huh?” She scoffs playfully, earning a chuckle out of the man.

“He just needs excuses to have parties” Logan laughs softly, sipping his drink relaxing more that Y/N decided to stay beside him. “So uhm. Have you taken any jobs lately or…?”

Y/N tensed slightly at the question, bringing her gaze onto her own drink a second. “No…I’ve been too scared to” she admits through a whisper, hearing the shift beside her and the soft thud of a glass being set down. Before she was engulfed gently in Logan’s arms, prompting her to shift toward him and easing into his embrace.

“I won’t let anything ever happen to you like that again” Logan whispers, resting his chin on top of her head feeling her arms snake around his torso and her body relaxing.

After the party…Laura and Wade were passed out on the couch, Al had retreated to her room for a much needed coke break, and that leaves Logan and Y/N to clean up the aftermath. Y/N held the bin trailing behind Logan as he picked up the bottles putting them in there.

“Did Laura drink anything?”

“No, she took the theme of the party to heart and out of respect for you she didn’t have any alcohol” Y/N kept her voice low to avoid waking up anyone. “She’s only tired because she’s training with the X-Men now”

“Really?”

“Really. Which reminds me, she wants you there when she moves in. It’s a big step for her and she would appreciate you being there”

“I’m there” Logan smiles setting in the last few bottles and taking the bin from her to carry out. Y/N smiles warmly at him, grabbing the full trash bags to take out. Both turned to Mary Puppins scratching at the door to be let out. “Guess she can tag along” he scoffs, earning a laugh from Y/N as she grabs the leash for the pup to hook her up before they left.

The pup had a mind of her own dragging Y/N to her favorite spot to do her business, prompting Logan to take the bags from her watching the pup drag her across the street to pee on the tree near the repaired subway entrance.

After entering the alley to toss their trash and recycling, Logan walked over to Y/N noticing her shiver as she waited for Puppins to finish. He shrugged off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders, his touch lingering as she slowly turned to him with a smile.

“Thank you…”

“Of course” Logan brought his hands to adjust the jacket on her person, the lingering causing his heart to pound against his chest as her eyes instantly lock to his. She rests her hands gently on his chest bringing herself close resting her head against his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her frame, kissing the top of her head.

Which led her to look up and without waiting another second, Logan leaned into her pressing his lips against hers. Her eyes flutter close when their lips connected. The rapid pounding of his heart relaxing as he melted into the kiss feeling her hands move from his chest to bring themselves on the back of his neck to keep him where he was. Continuing to kiss him, humming contently.

Little did they know Wade was in the fire escape watching the two, knowing he did a good by not cleaning. Well. It would’ve happened anyway at some point of the night. But at least there wasn’t…a huge audience.

After that night, every opportunity that arises Logan or Y/N would initiate either a quick kiss or a heavy make out that would approach the next base but both would stop. Neither were ready just yet.

“I can’t believe my daughter is going to boarding school” Wade, in the full suit, put on the hysterics as he tagged along with Logan and Y/N to help Laura move into the mansion. He instantly wrapped Laura in a tight hug which led her to look at Logan and Y/N pleading him to stop through her gaze while her claws extended.

“Wade, let go of her” Logan warns, crossing his arms and watching Laura start to stab the man making Y/N grimace beside him. “I warned him”

“She’s still going to visit just as much as Yukio and Ellie do” Y/N reassures watching him nod while yanking out Laura’s claws, the second they parted she instantly brought Laura into her arms.

“You’ll visit me too right?” Laura murmurs, gripping tightly on the back of Y/N’s shirt feeling her grasp tighten.

“Always. I will always be around my sweet girl” Y/N whispers to Laura feeling tears start to threaten her waterline as she tried her hardest not to cry. “You’re going to be great” she states, pull back to look at her daughter and feel that weight of fear lift knowing she’ll be safe with the X-Men and change/protect so many lives.

After a few more hugs and forehead kisses from Y/N, Laura parted from her mom and approached Logan who instantly hugged her when she opened her arms.

The two stood there for a while in silence, then a hushed whisper escaped Laura that made Logan tighten around her.

“You’ll take care of her, right dad?”

“Yeah…I’ve got her kid”

After getting her settled at the mansion, the three returned back to the apartments. Wade instantly went into his with a groan and crying out for Althea which could mean two things, coke or cuddles. Honestly, could be both. Logan lingered at his door for a moment debating of calling it a night when he looked at Y/N. Seeing she also lingered for a moment.

“Are you—-“

“You wanna take a walk? See where the night takes us?” Y/N gave him a small smile when asking as he didn’t reply with words, only a small nod and a hint of his own smile.

Walking through New York absent minded was a luxury in its own way. Especially when one knows she will be safe doing so. It was oddly nice going through the city and just enjoying the silence while hand in hand.

Y/N initially wanted to stay in the neighborhood, but quickly got distracted by how far they went that they ended up taking the subway. Logan wrapped his arm around her shoulders keeping her close as he felt her arms snake around his middle. It was late, not many people on the train, but they still kept close as if it was crowded.

Eventually they ended up in Central Park. Why? Who knows. The park at night is something else and Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’s been there, especially from his universe. But Y/N remembers her first time back in New York since everything…

Bringing Laura to Central Park for her first time…seeing the ducks…petting all the dogs…and just enjoying the area

Back then, Y/N would stand on the bridge thinking about James and missing him. But now she stands there with Logan being close and enjoying the night. She doesn’t think about what she misses for a moment and thinks about how much—-

“I love you”

Logan instantly locked eyes with her, not saying it back right away but acknowledging the pounding in his chest easing ever so slightly after hearing her say those words. Y/N didn’t walk away when he didn’t say it back but she cried when he admitted—-

“I fell in love with you the moment I met you again” and the man didn’t hesitate to shed a few tears when saying such. Which brought tears of her own to spill.

The two instantly held onto each other after such, letting go of a lot of emotion built on anxiety and fear alone. But slowly became holding onto one another out of love and a sense of reunion. They both love and will forever have a bond with their universe’s other half, but this was new and different…something they’ve waited for and could only get from them.

Logan kept Y/N close, holding her for what felt like hours…but realistically until it got too late into the night. He held her hand all the way back to the subway then back to their apartments and before he even thought of asking, Y/N pulled him close standing on her tippy toes to bring her lips perfectly onto his.

He didn’t hesitate any longer to pick her up, continuing to kiss her as she stumbles blindly to unlock her door not parting from his lips for a moment. The second the lock kicked, Logan pushed the door open with his foot letting them inside and closing the door with the same foot. Slowly making their way into the bedroom and sharing that moment in private. But let me just say, Wade got the dirty details out of Y/N when he convinced her to take edibles with him.

Being the hour that it was, Y/N laid comfortably naked on top of Logan. Both looking at the window and watching the sunlight spill in as she snuggles her face against his chest sighing contently to the sound of his heartbeat.

“I love you, Y/N” Logan whispers, feeling her shift on top of him getting more comfortable. Feeling the warmth grow in his chest as he looks at her watching her gaze lock onto his.

“I love you too, Logan”

[seasprincess]

Love is in the air💘

pt.1||pt.2

Reader finally asks the question…

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All you can think of all night is Spencer. Tossing and turning in your bed, the hours getting to ones that you shouldn’t be seeing ticking away. The soft light of the moon shines through the window onto the bed. Your pillow is covering your face, trying to block out the thought by using it as a shield.

You couldn’t be thinking these things about your coworker. Especially as you two are so close. What if you mess it all up and he hates you? What if he never wants to talk to you again? Oh god. Would you have to move sectors? No you can’t think like this. Just chill out. You’re overthinking.

But you’re not the only overthinking.

Spencer is also lying awake staring at the ceiling. He’s a guy who thinks all the time but all he’s currently thinking about is you. The way you looked today. The way that Derek started asking him about you. What did he mean by asking him that?

There’s so many thoughts running through his mind and yours. But, after what feels like an eternity, both of your eyes feel heavy and close. Sleep coming over you both.

You walk into the bullpen, coffee in hand. Vitale after last night's overthinking horrors. It wasn’t a good time at all.

You walk past everyone with a little greeting. You’re heading to your desk to check over some files before the inevitable of being called to the jet would happen sometime today. With a sigh you take a seat on the chair, the chair isn’t the most comfortable thing either. You wish you could bring a sofa or something in. That would be better.

You take a moment to gather yourself and your thoughts. Letting out a soft breath as your hand comes in contact with the stack of files in front of you. But before you can even attempt to open it a soft voice cuts you off.

“Hi.” The voice scares you a little bit but you immediately knew who it belonged to. The sweet nerdy guy who sits in the desk over.

You turn your chair to see him not in his seat but standing next to you. Wearing his usual attire. One of his cardigans which is the thing that has always stood out to you. In a good way of course. That he's comfortable to be himself here and wear clothes that others may see as ‘weird.’ Not a lot of men like that.

“Good morning.” You reply with a smile. A smile that makes Spencer’s heart flutter in ways he’s never truly felt before.

“What did you want to talk about yesterday?” Spencer doesn’t make small talk or try to steer the conversation slowly towards what was on his mind. Cause why would he do that? This is Spencer Reid we’re talking about.

And you’re you and you completely forgot that you had come up with an excuse yesterday. You had completely forgotten that you were gonna ask the man out before nerves took the better off you.

“Oh um.” You say as you begin to rub the back of your neck, silently cursing your awkward self. You look anywhere but him before your eyes lock with a smirking Derek Morgan. And you just know that smirk is a ‘ask him’ look.

And you decide that it’s now or maybe never.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to go out sometime?” You finally say as your eyes lock with his. His brown eyes soften slightly as you say that before panic sets in.

“Like on a date?” He has to clarify, not wanting to jump ahead and get too excited. He really hopes you mean as a date. He’s never been on a date before, or asked on a date and been serious.

“Yeah. On a date.” Your sweet smile grabs his heart again as he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He’s very inexperienced in the whole romance thing. He’s not like Morgan who can pick up any girl he just glances at. He’s just not like that.

So the fact you’re even showing interest in him makes his heart race. And also makes him a little sceptical. People in high school and college had asked him out before. But they didn’t go in the way he wanted or thought they would. Pranks are a common thing he’s had to deal with being the ‘weird and nerdy’ kid.

But all his worries melt away when he sees the look on your face.

Nobody has ever looked at him that way.

And he now knows. You’re serious.

“How about the weekend? If we don’t get called in of course.

He chuckles a bit before nodding. Fingers fiddling with the cardigan you were admiring earlier.

“Yeah. This weekend.” Spencer had no plans this weekend. He usually doesn’t have any plans anyway so it’s not like he hasn’t anything to worry about.

But what is he gonna wear? Where are you going to go? Does he need to get you anything?

Turns out he has a lot to worry about.

But he’s not the only one worrying.

You’re freaking out too. Thinking about all the stupid questions he’s thinking. When you should be thinking one thing.

You’re going on a date with Spencer fucking Reid.

a/n: there will be a part three as i need to write more🙏

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[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Hi, what do you think of the ceasefire between Hamas and Israel? I’m glad the hostages are being returned and am so happy for them and their families but I believe another war is inevitable because Hamas will surely attack Israel again.

What do you think?

I can answer that with a single image.

They pivoted from "wE'rE dYyYyInNnNgGg!!" to reloading their weapons in an instant. They learned nothing. To them, this ceasefire is nothing but an opportunity to rearm and plan something even more awful than 10/7.

It's inevitable. When the 10/7 terrorist attack occurred, it was Hamas breaking a pre-existing ceasefire from 2021.

It's relevant that in exchange for just 3 hostages, Israel released over a hundred Hamas terrorist criminals. In the most recent one that occurred within the last day or so, Israel got back another 3 hostages in exchange for 369 terrorist criminals. That says all you need to know about who values life and who values death.

Their ideology demands that they attack again and again and again. They've made no secret of the fact they intend to do so.

Their ideology demands it.

There is no solution for the Palestinian question except through Jihad. Initiatives, proposals and international conferences are all a waste of time and vain endeavors.

Their religion demands it.

Abu Huraira reported Allah's Messenger (ﷺ) as saying: The last hour would not come unless the Muslims will fight against the Jews and the Muslims would kill them until the Jews would hide themselves behind a stone or a tree and a stone or a tree would say: Muslim, or the servant of Allah, there is a Jew behind me; come and kill him; but the tree Gharqad would not say, for it is the tree of the Jews.

Their leaders demanded it.

"Israel is only the first target. The entire planet will be under our law."

The mothers demand it.

"Every year, there will be another October 7th. Our children will harm you. We won’t tell you the exact date, but I swear to you, it will happen."

Their social media influencers demand it.

"I would love it if they [Hamas] would do it again and again and again and again and again and again and again."

Their children demand it.

"And you Zakariya, what would you like to be?" "An engineer." "An engineer? Why do you want to become an engineer?" "So that I can blow up the Jews."

"We have to constantly stab them, drive over them and shoot them [the Jews]."

"Stabbing and running over Jews brings dignity to the Palestinians. I’m going to run them over and stab them with knives."

They attacked Israel when they tried to take over Jordan in the 70s.

They attacked Israel when they destabilized and fought a bloody war in Lebanon in the 70s/80s.

They attacked Israel when they collaborated with Iraq in the invasion of Kuwait in the 90s.

The only thing they're oppressed by is the barbarism of the appalling Islamic death cult.

The blood of martyrs is what Allah loves most. Martyrs live in a place that is beautiful like no other. Martyrs are the first ones to enter Paradise. Martyrs will not faint when the trumpet is blown (on the Day of Judgment). Martyrs will see the black-eyed virgins even before their blood dries. The best of martyrs is the one whose blood was shed and whose horse was wounded. If we take into account all that I mentioned - Allah’s rewards - then we can understand the secret behind the laughter and smiles of the martyrs’ family at their funerals.

When all of this starts back up again - and as history shows, it's an absolute certainty - I will be completely out of sympathy for them. They had an end to this battle, but that wasn't enough.

We heard wail after wail about their supposed suffering, yet it wasn't even over and they were claiming victory and ready to go again.

When the moth has declared a moral crusade, a covenant, an ideology, a determination and wish, a holy crusade to go jihad and murder the flame no matter what, eventually you're going to stop feeling sorry for the moth. And I have.

When - not if - it starts up again, Israel will, as it always has, go over and above what it's obliged to do by international law to protect lives, but it should not be dissuaded this time - not by manipulation, not by blackmail, not by sanctions, not by the corruption of the UN; by nothing - from finishing the job of hunting down and eradicating Hamas from the face of the planet.

Again, given history, this would certainly be short-lived. Even when Hamas is exterminated, the support for violent jihad evident within these people will result in something just as bad taking its place.

[ssentimentals]

hi nini!! hope you doing great today 😊 saw your prompt list for your 1.7k followers celebration (HAPPY 1.7K FOLLOWERS NINI!! 🥺💐). could i possibly request svt woozi x oc/reader with prompt no. 8 pls? thank you so much!! been reading your works since last yr and all of it are so amazingggg ><

hi anonie! ahhh thank you so much!! i'm so happy you're enjoying my works :') and of course you can request, thank you for doing so! 💜

prompt: 'who did this to you?'

'baby, i'm home!' you announce, closing the door behind yourself. quickly taking off your hat and scarf, you start unbuttoning your coat, talking loudly: 'god, it's freezing outside! please tell me that you managed to fix our heater, this zero degrees situation is frankly ridicilous. oh and i also got us tacos cause it's friday and we deserve tacos!'

you stumble into the living room with wide smile and bag full of said tacos in your hands, pausing at the sight of an empty room with your boyfriend nowhere in sight. jihoon always makes a point of greeting you from work, has this whole routine of coming over with gentle smile and even gentler hands that instantly pull you close for a hug. the silence in apartment is suspicious and you paddle slowly to the kitchen and then to the bedroom. you call his name again and when instead of a usual 'hey baby' you get 'don't come in!' from him, you start getting nervous. 'what's happening? why i can't come in?'

'uh- nothing, it's all good, you can enter the bedroom just not our bathroom, okay? i'll be out in a second.'

jihoon's voice sounds strained and it lacks usual warmth that he always has reserved for you. without thinking twice you enter the bedroom and make a beeline towards the bathroom, leaning on the door but not opening it, not yet. 'what is going on?' you ask carefully. 'i'm getting anxious here, ji, don't do this to me.'

jihoon knows how bad you are with situations like that, knows that your anxiety skyrockets when you have no idea what is happening. last thing he wants is to make you worried though, so with a sigh he unlocks the door, letting you in. he saw his reflection in the mirror and is aware of how black eye contrasts with his pale skin, but when he catches look of pure shock on your face, he thinks maybe he underestimated his skills of using concealer. 'um,' he starts unsurely. 'sorry, i don't have my own makeup so i took your concealer without asking first.'

that brings you back as you sputter, stepping closer to him with worried eyes. 'wha- you think that's what i care about right now?' you ask indignantly and with careful hands you take a hold of his face. 'baby, what happened? who did this to you?'

jihoon doesn't really want to answer this question. he knows it's very justified but he can't tell you that some guys at work were making stupid jokes about his relationships and one of them took it too far. he normally can't care less of what people think but not when it comes to you; he's not proud of how he handled it, but he doesn't regret sticking up for you against others. looking at your eyes that are slowly starting to fill up with tears, jihoon knows that he'll fight however many guys on this planet because you are his diamond and he won't let anyone speak badly about you. out loud he says only: 'you should see the other guy. this,' he motions to his black eye, 'is nothing compared to how he looks now.'

it's not enough to ease your worries but it does make you laugh and spal his shoulder. 'jihoon!' you shake your head. 'don't even try to cover it up with jokes. oh god, it looks horrible,' you lean closer, inspecting his face. 'oh baby. what happened? are you okay? should we go to the hospital?'

your sweetness washes over him and jihoon smiles, tugging you closer. 'no need, i'm good. just got this black eye and that's it. and we just- misunderstood each other.'

you raise your eyebrow at this. 'you're not type of guy who punches first and asks questions later. what happened, baby?'

jihoon glances at the bag on the floor and smiles. 'did you got us something on the way home?'

you turn, smiling. 'yeah, tacos from our favorite place. wait, don't try to distract me mister, tell me-'

'i am starving,' jihoon interrupts and leans in, pecking your lips. 'you know what can really help me right now? will make me feel better? you on my lap while we're eating our favorite tacos. hm? can we do that, angel?'

jihoon knows that you're tactful enough to know when not to push, but he can see battle happening in your eyes. at last you decide to let it go for now, letting him pull you to the kitchen. jihoon easily wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you on his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest. 'thank you for the tacos, baby,' he mutters, kissing your shoulder. 'you're the best.'

'mhm,' you turn to him, wiggling a little until you get comfortable. 'we will talk anyways, ji. just not now.'

jihoon nods. not now is enough. he was so distraught when he came back home that having you like this is truly the only thing that can make him feel better. he hugs you tighter and leans with his forehead on your back. 'tell me about your day, baby. please,' he asks quietly.

your hand finds his and you giving it a squeeze before starting to recount everything what happened with you today. jihoon feels tension leave his body at the sound of your voice and your body close to him. when you absentmindedly start caressing his hand, he smiles. yeah, he's very okay with getting into fights on your behalf. you deserve it.

a/n: hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

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