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jvngkook97 · 3 years ago

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Can I request for Jungkook with boobs obsession. Kinda smut ?

I Love Boobies

pairing; vlive!jungkook x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship

warnings; menstrual cycle, mentions of blood, period sex, irritable reader, impatient reader, light exhibitionism, mischievous koo, handsy koo, boobie worship, praise kink, nipple play, oral (f receiving), penetration without a condom (reader has IUD), soft sex koo, attentive to your needs koo, only wants the best for you koo, aftercare

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 3,414

a/n; thank you so much for the request! this is my first attempt at full on smut. i’m so sorry if it’s bad. 🫣 shout out to all my fellow 90s babies who were in the ‘I heart boobies’ bracelet craze. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and keeps this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Aunt flow has arrived and it’s kicking your ass.

All you want to do is curl up with a heating pad and eat your sorrows away. The only problem? What you were craving for, you no longer had, having forgot to go grocery shopping this week due to your boyfriend’s hectic schedule.

Said boyfriend was currently doing a vlive in his office, while you were cocooned in a heap of blankets on your shared bed. A new kdrama was on in the background as you tried desperately to just sleep off the day, hoping the cramps and intense burning you felt in your abdomen would ease up by morning.

Your stomach grumbling was telling you otherwise, reminding you of just how little you’ve ate today. The feeling only making you crave your favorite period foods even more, but you knew that there was no way you were going to get up right now to go to the store. That left only one option — Jungkook.

Glancing at your phone, you saw he had about 40 minutes left of the vlive before he normally cuts it off for the night. However, you didn’t know if you could wait that long. In fact, you knew you couldn’t wait that long. Especially when you were starting to get a headache from not eating enough.

Picking up your phone, you opened your messages with Jungkook and began typing.

Koooooooooooooo

Baaaaaaaaaby

Can you do me a favor, please? 🥺

Jungkook was in the middle of answering various questions, getting lost in the stories that would come up due to them, when his phone that was laying to the side off camera lit up with notifications from you. He unlocked his phone to read them, while still trying to speak to ARMY. He typed out his response quickly, before setting his phone back down, but left it unlocked on your conversation to make it easier for him to read and reply back to you.

Kookie 🐰: Hey baby. I’m still doing my vlive rn, can it wait until I’m done?

You groaned in frustration at his answer, knowing that’s what he would say. When a new wave of pain ran through your stomach, you clutched it with your arms and assumed the fetal position for a moment until it passed, whimpering quietly. Once it did, you came to the conclusion that no, it couldn’t wait. You were going to feel terrible at cutting his time with ARMY short, but you’re more than willing to explain on his behalf why it had to happen, even if it meant exposing your womanly woes for the entirety of the world.

Typing out an ultimatum, you knew it was the only way that he would listen. Pressing send, you waited.

Noooo. I need you to go to the store and get my favorite foods, please. And some more medicine and tampons. I’m dying over here, I won’t be able to make it to the store myself. 😭

If you go right now, I’ll let you play with my boobs.

He was taking a swig of his drink, when he read your next texts. His eyes widened as he choked on the liquid that was already halfway down his throat. Hitting his chest, he cleared his throat, then smiled at the camera and reassured ARMY he was fine. Biting his lip at your offer, he pondered ending the vlive early. Sitting sideways away from the camera, he smirked to himself and sent you another text back.

Kookie 🐰: Your offer is very tempting. How about this? I’ll end the vlive right now, if you send me a pic of your boobs. <3

You scoffed to yourself at his response. That cheeky little bastard. If this was how he was going to play, then so be it. You were always up for a challenge. Rather than just send him a pic, you decided to go all out and do something that would make sure you’d win this battle.

Untangling yourself from your cacophony of blankets, your bare feet hit the cool flooring and you let out a hiss. Slowly standing up, you crept your way slowly out of your bedroom and down the hallway towards his office. His door was halfway open, incase you needed to yell at him for some kind of emergency. He was considerate like that, and he trusted you would be quiet otherwise.

When you peeked through the crack of the door, you saw him softly singing one of their songs that you’re positive ARMY requested him to sing. You closed your eyes momentarily to bask in the moment and savor the ethereal sound of your boyfriend’s voice.

Snapping out of it, you got a text ready to send by a press of your thumb. But before you hit send, you made sure to be poised and ready. Grabbing the hem of the bottom of your shirt, you lifted it up and over your chest with one hand, effectively exposing your boobs — hardened nipples from the cold and excitement of the semi exhibitionism and all — then pressed send and waited until he looked down at his phone before you gently pushed the door that was hidden off camera far enough for him to see you clearly.

Look at the door, baby. 🙃

Lost in the song, he didn’t notice his office door swing open, didn’t even bother to look until his eyes flickered to his phone and his brows furrowed in confusion. Finishing the last note in time, he took the opportunity to glance out of his peripheral towards the door.

His entire body tensed up at the way you were posed, just casually leaning against the doorway, the action squishing your boobs together as your arm pushed into one, making you look even more erotic. You bit your lip seductively, and smirked at him. Then you raised your phone up and silently told him to check it again, having sent another text shortly after the first one he didn’t notice yet.

Gulping harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbed. ARMY was none the wiser as to what was happening, only seeing as Jungkook kept himself looking normal for the camera, though his entire body was reacting to your curvy figure in the doorway, waiting for him.

Gaining the strength, he collected himself enough to look at your text. He couldn’t help the low whine that escaped from his closed, pursed lips.

You have one minute to shut it down, or I won’t give you a boob job before you leave for the store. The choice is yours, baby.

With a final wink at him, once he looked at you again, you gave him the peace sign and dropped your shirt. The action making him pout on screen, his eyes still trained on you off camera, as he watched your underwear clad ass bounce lightly as you walked away.

He loved ARMY, but he was still a guy. And he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity you presented for him, especially when he knows sex is off limits during ‘hell week’ as he liked to call it.

Looking genuinely apologetic, he came up with an excuse to end early, promising to hold another vlive soon that would be longer than they already are now. Holding his hands in a prayer sign, he bowed as best he could while sitting down and gave a big, bunny toothed smile. Reaching off camera, he ended the vlive. Not even bothering to fully shut down the computer, he was bolting out of his office and down the hall into the bedroom.

Standing in the opened doorway, his jaw dropped, saliva pooling at his lips and threatening to fall at the sight laid out before him — you. If he thought you looked erotic before, you were absolutely sinful now. He took slow steps towards the bed, discarding his clothes randomly throughout the room, until he was left in nothing but his boxers. The bed dipped as his toned arms flexed deliciously to bring himself further up the bed until he was hovering over your now fully nude body, a large towel placed underneath your bottom in preparation of what’s to come. His knees parted your thighs as he settled himself between you, half sitting and half hovering over you.

“You’re a minx, you know that?” His head ducked down to capture your bottom lip between his teeth as he nipped at it lightly. You smacked his chest playfully, but kept your expression innocent. Trailing your hand down his toned chest that grew taught in reflex, you grabbed the hem of his boxers, only to pull it and abruptly let it go, hearing the ‘snap’ as it hit back against his hips. The slight pain only emphasized what was not so hidden and straining against his tight boxers.

“But you love it, baby. Don’t you?” He swears, you have the face and the body of an angel, but your tone of voice was laced with nothing but sin as you playfully teased him.

“Why is there a towel?” His brow raised in question, knowing it only meant one thing, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up if it’s not what you intended it for. “I thought I was only getting a boob job?”

Now sitting on the balls of his feet, no longer hovering over you, he did what he’s been wanting to do since he first saw you flash him. Taking a handful of your perfectly sized boobs, he gently massaged them, squeezing them at random intervals.

“You still are, but I recently read online that having sex actually helps lessen the pain of cramps. When you have an orgasm, the muscles of your uterus also contract. Then they release. That release should bring some relief from period cramps. Sex also triggers the release of chemicals called endorphins, which make you feel good. And right now? I need you to help me feel good. Can you do that for me, koo?”

Throughout your explanation, he switched his attention to your nipples, rolling the buds between his fingers. Leaning down, he gave open mouthed kisses around your boobs as he gave his response.

“Anything for you, baby girl. I’d want nothing more than to help ease your pain. I’m just glad I can help you through it at all. I’ve always felt helpless otherwise.” He admitted sincerely on your bare skin.

You ran your hands through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as you did so, the way you know he likes it. You smiled softly at his response, your entire body filling with a whole other kind of warmth, other than being turned on. It made your heart happy knowing how he only ever had your best interests at heart, always wanting to help you in the best way he can, even now, in moments like this. How did you get so lucky? You’ll never know.

Feet coming up to his ass, you used your toes in an attempt to shimmy down his boxers, the action only causing a deep rumble in your boyfriend’s chest in the form of a laugh. You pouted at him with wide eyes as he paused his onslaught on your boobs to stare at your face, nothing but pure need and desperation is what looked back at him.

Understanding that right now, as much as he fucking loved your boobs, you needed to be top priority. Sitting back up on the balls of his feet, he made quick work or ridding himself of his boxers. A loud sigh of content came from his mouth as his erection sprung free, long and proud.

He was beautiful. He was perfection. He was yours.

Making grabby hands at him, he smiled softly and complied. Scooting himself up by his knees, his arms came to rest on the pillow on either side of your head. His open mouth hovered over yours as he asked you the one question he always did before penetration.

“Are you ready?” His eyes searched yours for any hesitation, any doubt in continuing. If he had to, he would stop and respect your wishes, no matter how much he wanted to do otherwise. To him, consent was important. Just because you two have been together for years now, and have had sex countless times, he always made sure to get your permission, knowing that it was a privilege to be able to make love to you, not something guaranteed.

“I’m ready, koo. Please.” Your lips graced his at your reply, that had him kissing you so delicately as if you would break at any moment. You deepened the kiss with a slight tilt of your head, pushing up on your elbows to press your chest again his. He moaned into your mouth, and you swallowed it wholeheartedly. Tongues fought for dominance, as he trailed a hand down your stomach and expertly found your bundle of nerves.

Your hips immediately rose up at the contact, and he had to gently press your hips back down into the bed with his own to continue his ministrations. The only beauty of being on your period and having sex, is it doesn’t take as long to reach your first orgasm of the night. It ripples through you in pleasurable waves, and he doesn’t let up on his assault until you reach down between your bodies in order to grip his wrist and push it away from you yourself.

As your body convulsed underneath him, he placed open mouth kisses along the side of your neck, waiting for you to come down from your high before continuing further. Just with that one orgasm alone, you could already tell the difference between how your stomach felt before and now, the cramps having lessened significantly.

“More, koo. More.” You whined breathlessly with half lidded eyes, grasping the sides of his face with your hands to bring his head up and lock his gaze with yours.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, his silent way of saying ‘okay’, he pushes himself back up to hover above your body with one hand, arm straining from the added weight. The other that was still caught between your bodies, now grabs his length to line it up perfectly with your glistening hole. Walls clenching around nothing, you started to get impatient with how slow he was going.

“Jungkook, I swear to all that is holy, if you do not—,” with one snap of his hips, he sheathed himself fully inside of you, cutting your words off as you let out a loud moan at the feeling of being so incredibly full. Pulling back out until the tip only remained, he gave another deep stroke that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape.

“Fuck–yes, koo. Just like that, baby.” You praised him in a gentle, yet sultry tone. One that had him swelling with pride, and restraining himself to keep with the pace and long strokes that seemed to do the trick for you. He sat back up, hands gripping onto your love handles, his deep strokes somehow hitting deeper with the new position. Your hands found purpose in stroking his abs with your fingertips that were tight and prominent with each thrust of his hips into yours.

His eyes were fixated on your boobs that bounced up and down, something you noticed and decided to give him a show. Grabbing both of your boobs, you squished them together, and pushed them up.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” Now it was him praising you, his words only helping spur your impending second orgasm, as he chased his first. His thrusts still kept the same pace, but it wasn’t until you let go of your boobs to grab his hands and place them securely on top of your breasts, making him squeeze them harshly, did his pace change.

You were nothing but a blubbering mess underneath him, your wanton moans getting louder as you got closer to your release. He could feel the way your walls clenched around him, feel the way your boobs molded into his hands, hear the lewd sounds that came from both your arousal and being on your period, and it was more than enough for him to snap his hips into yours a few more times before stilling completely. You could feel him twitch inside you as he released, your own orgasm clenching him tightly and milking him for all that he’s worth.

Once he was finished, he kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally ended on your awaiting, puckered lips. It was a little ritual he always did after you were done. With a lazy, content, smile you gripped the sides of his face with your hands and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

“That was incredible. I feel so much better. Thank you, koo.”

“No, thank you.”

“I’m too tired to top you right now, but I can still give you a boob job?” You offered him with a sleepy smile, feeling bad that he only had one orgasm over your two. Food being long forgotten after your tiring antics.

“It’s okay, baby girl. It can wait until tomorrow. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? Then you can sleep.” Your eyes were already beginning to close as he answered you. Your sleepy, content form, only made him laugh quietly to himself as he slowly and carefully pulled out and sat back up.

Thankfully, there wasn’t much mess to clean up. He used the towel that was laid underneath you to first wipe you, then took care of himself before shuffling off the bed to stand back up. He threw the towel in the dirty clothes hamper that sat in the corner of the room, and began searching for your underwear that was somewhere on the floor. Finding them, he bent to pick them up along with his own boxers that landed close, yanking them on.

Sitting next to your feet on the bed, he slipped your feet through the holes and swiftly slid up your underwear. He made sure to check if the pad you wore was still clean beforehand, which it was, before your underwear were once again secure on your lower half of your body.

He walked to his dresser and pulled out two clean shirts, a plain black one for him, and your favorite of his that you always liked to steal and wear because it was loose and comfy. Tugging his own shirt on, he opted to go to bed without sweats on and just his boxers, his body still cooling off from the strenuous workout he just had with you.

Walking back up to your half asleep form, he set the shirt you were going to wear on the bed next to you. Lightly shaking your shoulder so as not to startle you, he spoke softly.

“Y/N? Baby? Can I put this shirt on you? It’s your favorite~,” he quietly sung, coaxing you to sit up enough for him to slide it over your head and successfully getting your arms through the holes, before he laid you back down. Grabbing onto the blankets that got shoved towards the end of the bed, he pulled them up until they lay just below your chin. Reflexively, you snuggled into the blankets with now closed eyes, a quiet exhale emitting from your slightly parted lips as you fell asleep.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, he gazed at your sleeping form with nothing but pure, unadulterated, unconditional, love. Giving you one last forehead kiss, he turned off the lights and made his way to the opposite side of the bed — his side.

Lifting the covers, he carefully slid underneath them to lay sideways close to your body, making sure not to jostle the bed too much and awaken you from your peaceful slumber. Throwing an arm over your figure, his hand went to lay on top of your stomach as he rubbed soothing circles until his own eyes began closing from his own exhaustion creeping in.

Before he fully succumbed, he made a promise to himself to get up early enough in the morning to go to the store and get you everything you asked for so you can have it when you woke up.

A tired, husky, barely audible ‘I love you’ slipped past his lips, and he was out.

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nanawiin · 3 years ago

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Hi! I love your aourd x reader fics and just wanted to say good job! Also would it be possible to request for a Suhyeok x reader where the others find out they're dating and reader is pregnant 👀

Thank you for your feedback. Here's a drabble for you request, hope you enjoy it.

((may contain errors since I'm not a native))

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Lately, it was like living in an eternal and suffocating dilemma... being stuck in the task of choosing between two very difficult options for you.

Despite you hated very much the idea of being seen as a dead weight, someone who needed to be protected all the time, you also didn't want to be a liar anymore.

Lying meant losing trust and you didn't want to lose Suhyeok's trust, however, to be honest, you had been lying to him for so long that now the idea of telling the truth made you feel afraid of him. More than from the zombies.

Unfortunately, sooner or later, he and the others would find out. The way you looked sick and the symptoms becoming more and more frequent...

"Are you okay? You look like you're going to throw up again. "Suhyeok commented, checking you carefully, but you were only staring at the flames of the bonfire in the center of the rooftop.

"I... I-I need to tell you something," you said, feeling a strong anxiety taking over your body.

"What is it?"

"W-well... I'm... I.... " you swallowed hard. "I'mpregnant!" you let the words coming out of your mouth real quick before your courage left you.

"W-what?"

"I'm pregnant, Suhyeok!" without noticing, you ended up speaking louder than you should, loud enough for everyone around to hear.

"Pregnant?"

The faces of everyone around showed great shock at the news and you regretted what you had said at that very moment.

Suhyeok stood up quickly and your heart raced up as he grabbed you by your arm, the force on his grip making you sigh. He led you to a more private corner in the roof.

"Why didn't you tell me before? Are you really... ?"

You nodded slowly, avoiding looking directly into his intense eyes.

"I was afraid...I was so afraid of everything. Of my parents' reaction, of other people's reaction, especially of your reaction." you felt your eyes getting filled with tears, but you hold them back.

"You should never be afraid to tell me anything." Suhyeok replied, his hand still holding your wrist, but not as tightly as before. "How long have you been... ?"

"A- a month... "

"A month? Seriously?"

"Actually I tried to tell you before... a few times..." you admitted and Suhyeok actually could remember about the times you seemed like wanting to tell him something and then commented that you had forgotten what it was, causing the boy to make jokes about you having bad memory problems. "And to make things even worse, this nightmare started, so I.. "

Suhyeok didn't seem to be paying attention on you anymore, he seemed lost in his own thoughts, so you stopped trying to explain yourself.

He was very angry with you now, wasn't he?

Feeling your heart breaking into a thousand pieces, you decided to leave him alone and return to sit with the group around the bonfire.

"It is very dangerous for a pregnant girl to stay here. We will protect you at all costs, y/n." Joon Yeong was the first to say something.

"Yeah, we won't let those fucking zombies get anywhere near you." Dae su agreed vehemently.

"Thanks, guys." you gave them a weak smile, trying hide how your were feeling at that moment.

"So... how long have you two been together? I imagined that Suhyeok was into you but I thought you didn't feel the same." Hyo Ryeong said, looking curious.

"It's kind of obvious, Suhyeok couldn't take his eyes off her even during classes." Joon Yeong commented.

"Can we change the topic? I don't think y/n is comfortable with that." Cheongsan suggested in a empathic way, however, you noticed that you weren't the only around who looked uncomfortable.

Onjo looked unhappy for some reason. She had not said a word for a while...

The focus of your attention changed when, suddenly, you felt someone sitting beside of you and you didn't have to look to know who it was.

"Are you still angry?" you asked shyly and low enough for only the boy next to you to hear.

"I can't stay angry at you for very long, you know." Suhyeok intertwined his fingers with yours as you laid your head on his shoulder. And so you knew that everything would be all right. As long as he was with you.

#all of us are dead x reader #aouad x reader #all of us are dead #lee suhyeok x reader #suhyeok x reader

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years ago

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🍁Hi!

I stalk your page like almost every single day as I’m sure you’ve seen 😂

Could I request a ship please? 🍁

I’m an Aquarius, an INFJ, and I’m almost 30. I love art and poetry. I sing in a choir (love to sing)….I’ve been trying to make peace recently with a suspected ASD. So I can take things very hard even though I don’t always show it. People who don’t know me just think I’m very quiet but I overthink and get overwhelmed easily. Everyone tells me I’m a nice person…always up to try new things. Very loyal once I trust someone. Very intense with people I love. I’ve been told I can be too much. Need someone who can handle me I suppose 😅

I love your stories btw!! I reread them all the time 💖😁

Can’t wait to see who you ship me with ☺️

First of all. First of all. I have seen you. I see you all the time on my notifs and it always makes me smile you’re so sweet oh my god. As someone who also might have ASD I completely understand how you feel 🥺. Second of all? There’s never such a thing as too much love. At all. If anything, there’s never enough love in the world and the more you can give, the better. 😊 (🥺🥺🥺You reread my fics? I’m honored 😭😭😭)

I ship you with...

Oh?

What’s this?

Poe Dameron?!

Omfg?!?! Ok, so, you guys have a lot in common. I’ve always headcanoned that Poe has ADHD, idk why but I felt the need to add that! While he may not understand all aspects of ASD, or know much of it at all, he’ll most definitely be researching it once he knows you might have it. He’s there to offer his undying support and love. You probably met in a fairy-tale type of way...

Poe had had a day. It was just one of those days when it seemed that everyone and everything was against him, and everything was going wrong. Leaving BB-8 at his ship and Finn with explaining his absence, he’d decided to take a walk through the base.

He hadn’t gone far when he heard the soft sound of singing coming from one of the side-corridors; curious, he turned to investigate. Quietly, in an abandoned storage room, you were singing to yourself as you doodled in a sketchbook. Poe stood there for a minute, entranced by your voice, before clearing his throat awkwardly.

You jumped almost sky-high, making him frown and raise his hands as a gesture of meaning you no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I just...” A sort of dazed smile landed on his face. “I heard you singing when I was on my walk, and uh... you’ve got a really nice voice.”

You lowered your head and averted your gaze, blushing up a storm. “Th-thanks...”

“I’m Poe,” He offered, coming closer. “What’s your name?” You told him, but your voice was so quiet and soft that he had to repeat it twice to ensure that he said it correctly. Your smile, bashful, made butterflies erupt in his stomach. “That’s an amazing name.”

“Thank you,” Your gaze flicked up to meet his briefly, and he swore he felt sparks. “It’s... It’s to meet you, Poe. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m sorry to say I haven’t heard much about you,” Poe replied honestly, gingerly taking a seat opposite of you. “It okay if we change that?”

You looked like a deer in headlights as you puzzled through his meaning. When you realized what he meant, you stuttered out, “W-wouldn’t you rather spend your time with... with somebody important? I’m just a mechanic...”

“I’m with somebody important right now,” Poe answered, and your face lit up like a Life Day tree. Poe beamed at your reaction. “I wanna talk to you.”

“Oh...” Your smile would be engrained in Poe’s memory for his entire life.

Your eyes finally met.

“Okay.”

Spookable September

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #spookable september #stormkobra 5 answers

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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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Bring Me Back

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Filming “Cherry” had its ups and downs for Tom. When filming finally takes its toll on him, you’re there to instantly bring him back from the world of Cherry.

Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, PTSD, murder. A smidge of smut.

A/n: In honor of the Cherry🍒 trailer dropping, I decided to write this!

(GIF creds: @atealiers )

Any kind of project was a blessing to Tom. He loved being an actor. He was fond of telling stories through the big screen and got a kick from portraying many different characters. Acting was something he felt passionate about, it was his craft and he was very dedicated when it came to becoming his roles. Cherry was quite different from the other movies he’s been in. It was dark and contained many subjects like drug addiction, PTSD, and crime. The world of Cherry was something Tom was not used to; it was twisted. He hasn’t been exposed to things like drugs or the events that Nico Walker had been through. Which was why he was hesitant to take on the role of Cherry.

When the Russo Brothers approached him with the idea, he was excited. He was getting the opportunity to tell another story and would explore the world of a new character. Though the more he looked into it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t up for the role. Was he really ready to dive into the dark and traumatizing life of Nico Walker? As an actor, he was willing to take the job, it would give him an opportunity to expand his career and would possibly be one of his best work. As Tom, he wasn’t sure if he could handle learning or re-enacting the events that occurred in Cherry. But Tom did like a challenge, which was why he ended up agreeing to become Cherry.

He prepared himself mentally and physically pre- production. For research, he interviewed army veterans and former drug addicts to get an idea of what it was like to be in those positions. To get the look of Cherry, he did a variety of things. For example, going on a diet and losing weight, then gaining said weight again once they had to shoot the army scenes. Another thing he did was shave off the gorgeous brown curls that adorned his head. At first you weren’t too happy with his change in hairstyle, but later on you found yourself running your hands along the short strands of hair, loving the fuzzy feeling it gave your palms.

After the interviews and hearing others’ experience, Tom felt a level of responsibility to tell the story of millions of people around the world. Not only was it telling the story of Nico, but of other army veterans who suffered from PTSD and people who’ve had drug addictions. He was fully on board now and there was no looking back. He was going to push himself to the limit and to places he’s never been before.

Filming was tough. There were scenes he had to do that were so unlike him, that felt wrong, and sometimes he just had to take a step back. They didn’t feel right, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. This was his job, if he wanted this movie to be the best that it can, he was going to commit. Thankfully, he was working with the Russos, who he’s known for a while now. He was familiar with the two and they were patient with him, giving him the time to regain himself before shooting an intense scene. The cast and crew were very understanding as well, creating a safe space for him on set. Having Harry along with him helped as well, the familiarity of his brother kept him grounded and avoided him from falling into the void of Cherry. Though he had all these supportive people around him, there was only one person who could calm him down when things got suffocating on set. The only person he wanted to be in Cleveland with him but wasn’t. You. Since you had your own life and job, you were unable to fly out to Cleveland with him. Instead you stayed at your shared home with Tessa as company. All he needed was you when he felt the affects of Cherry caging in on him. Just the sound of your comforting voice over the phone could clear his head and make him breath again.

He had his bad days on set, where he would have to take a moment and hide in his trailer for a few minutes. During those few minutes he liked to be alone as he waited for you to answer your phone. The line would ring, it’d stop, then the sound of your sweet voice would be the only thing he’d hear. Sometimes you didn’t answer the first time, but nonetheless you answered eventually. It wasn’t the same as having you with him in person, you had your responsibilities, and he understood that. He just wished that one day you’d come to Cleveland. He wanted to be in your arms, stuff his face into your neck, breath in your familiar scent, he just wanted to feel you. You were his home. His safe haven. And it was all he wanted right now.

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Glancing at your phone, you wondered why Tom hasn’t texted you yet. Not that you were itching for him to text you, but because around this time he would be blowing up your phone telling you things that happened during filming or how his day was going. You decided that filming probably went into overtime making him busy during his break. You shrug to yourself and continue working on your laptop.

You hear the sound of Tessa’s nails clicking against the floors as she enters the office of your home. You greet her with a smile as she settles herself beside your legs.

“Is it dinner time already, Tess?” You scratch her head as you glance at the time on your screen. It was currently nine at night, a bit late for dinner, but you haven’t noticed.

“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll get us dinner. How does that sound, love?” A somewhat sound of approval emits from Tessa. You get back to work, fingers typing away as you finish off the last of your work.

You finish in four minutes, finally satisfied with your work. You let out a content sigh and turn your laptop off. When you get up you stretch and let your bones crack after being in the same position for hours. Tessa joins you, stretching out her front paws then shaking her body out. You chuckle as you lead the way to the kitchen. Taking the scoop for Tessa’s kibble, you fill her bowl up, causing the dog to look up in curiosity. Once you placed the bowl down, her tail wagged wildly as she stuffed her face into her food.

You decided on going for something simple, ramen noodles. You were too tired too cook anything and ramen noodles were the quickest thing to cook in your pantry. While you waited for the noodles to heat up you checked your phone. You went through your notifications, but there were still no texts from Tom. Though you were concerned, you assumed that they had a long shooting day, making him too busy to text.

Hi love! I hope you’re doing well in Cleveland. I know you’re probably busy, but hopefully filming isn’t tiring you out too much. Have an amazing day! Don’t forget to drink some water from time to time and eat :) Tess and I miss you and love you so much! Talk soon xxx

You send the text with a smile. He won’t read it till he was free or done with filming, but you knew he’d see the message while you were asleep.

The microwave beeps, letting you know that your food was done. You end your night catching up on episodes of New Girl and eating soup. When you were done you did your nightly routine and settled in bed. You turn the lights off and snuggled under the warm sheets.

“Night Tessa.” You whisper to her. A huff comes out of her as she makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed. When the both of you were settled, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Buzz

The harsh vibrations of your phone shook you awake. Desperate for sleep, you blindly grab your phone and turn it off. Silence fills the room again as you turn around to stuff your face into Tom’s pillow. You were slowly drifting back to sleep when your phone began to vibrate again. With a groan you stretch back and snatch for phone off the night stand. You don’t bother looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” Your voice rasps out.

“Thank God you answered.” The person on the other line said. “I know you’re busy, but how soon can you visit Cleveland?” The deep voice was belonged to Harry.

“Uh—I’m not too sure, I’ll need to check in with my boss.” You reply. When you start feeling more awake you become curious as to why Harry can be calling you. “Why? Is everything ok? How’s Tom? I haven’t heard from him all day.”

The younger Holland sighs. He takes a moment to answer your questions making you suffer in silence, wondering what could have happened to your boyfriend. “Um, they’ve been shooting some intense scenes lately. Tom’s been trying his best but everyone’s noticed that he’s been a bit different.”

You sit up in bed feeling more awake. “What do you mean by different, Haz?”

“Well he’s snapped at the Russos quite a few times. There was this one scene, that they shot multiple times, and Tom would just break down after every one. (Y/n), I’m concerned for my brother, I don’t know what else to do. He’s locked himself in his room after every shoot. A—and I don’t know. I’ve tried to tell him that he can talk to me but he wouldn’t.” Harry explained, his voice croaked. You heart felt heavy for him. Harry was always there for his older brother, so to see him feel so helpless made you feel sorry.

“Haz, calm down, you know how your brother can get. How long has this been happening?”

Harry sniffed over the phone, “About a few weeks now. It’s only started becoming worse last week and now.”

The concern you felt for Tom grew. From what he’s been texting you, filming had been going great. He appeared happy on your FaceTime calls and sounded like his usual self. But maybe he actually wasn’t.

“Harry everything’s gonna be fine, alright?” You assure him. “I’ll call my boss first thing in the morning and when I get the ‘ok’ to leave I’ll get the first flight out to Cleveland. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds good. Can you tell me if you can make it? I’ll have someone come with me to pick you up at the airport.” His voice is quiet, almost muffled.

“Yeah I will, don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you (y/n).” A small smile forms on your lips. You rub the sleep out your eyes as you glance at your closet. “Alright Haz, I’m gonna go now. But if there’s anything else, just text me or call.”

“I know, stay safe (y/n).” You bid him goodbye and place your phone on the empty space beside your side of the bed. Tom’s side of the bed. You bite your lip in thought as you worry about your boyfriend. You knew he was doing almost everything he can to make sure the movie came out perfect. If that meant shredding himself emotionally and physically, he was going to do it. Tom was dedicated to his work, but he’s never done anything close to Cherry, making you worried about the thoughts that could possibly be going through your lover’s head.

Tessa, who’s now woken up, waddles closer to you, sensing your uneasiness. You appreciate the dog’s gesture and pull her into your side, resting your chin on her head. You were basically sleepless the whole night. Although you haven’t emailed your boss yet, you already had a suitcase packed of your clothes. Your passport and other important belongings were already in a bag, ready to leave London.

The morning had been hectic. You’ve managed to get two hours of sleep, waking up at six in the morning. Still in bed, you sent your boss an email about a family emergency and how you needed to be out of the country for at least a week. As if the gods above knew of your situation, your boss willingly let you go, no questions asked and gave you well wishes. With that out the way, you scowered the Internet for flights to Cleveland. Luck was on your side that morning because you’ve booked a flight that took off in the afternoon. With your bags packed, you drove to Nikki and Dom’s to drop off Tessa.

Now all checked in, you were at Heathrow Airport waiting to be called for your flight. You were sat at your gate, with an iced coffee and a croissant from Starbucks, texting Harry. The two of you were discussing the time you’d arrive and how he’d pick you up. When you were both in agreement, you two decided to catch up. He had been in Tom’s trailer eating his breakfast. An hour passes and you were being called to board the plane.

You settle in your seat, but your leg bounced in anticipation. After the things Harry told you, you just wanted to have your boyfriend in your arms. You knew everything was probably getting to his head, all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him that he was going to be ok. As the plane began to take off, your lack of sleep caught up on you. Throughout the whole flight, you slept soundly, the worries of Tom subsiding for the time being.

~🛬~

The plane lands in Cleveland safely. It was night when you arrived. With your bags, you looked around the airport for a familiar curly haired boy. Harry waves wildly at you before running and pulling you into a tight hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around the slender boy.

“How’s your day been, Haz?” You ruffle his hair as he rolls your suitcase to the parking lot. He shrugs, “The usual. Was on set with Tom, ran around and got things for him, nothing much happened honestly. But you’re here now, so this is the highlight of my night.”

The two of you approach a black car with a driver inside, Harry motions for him to unlock the trunk. He lifts your case in before the two of you get into the backseat.

“How was your flight?” Harry asks you. The car began to move, exiting the airport and entering the highway.

“I slept through all of it, I don’t remember a thing about the flight besides getting on and off it.” You chuckle, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Harry nudges your shoulder, “Thanks for coming out with such short notice.” You wave him off. “It’s no worries, anything for my boys.”

The car is quiet, the only sounds that could be heard is the car’s wheels against the pavement. You turn to Harry, “How was he today?”

“He was pretty good in the morning.” Harry started. “Then filming started and he would grow frustrated after a few scenes. His temper’s been short. He snapped at me during lunch, which is normal, but I just asked him if he wanted some water. He broke down after a certain scene today, I tried talking to him but he still wouldn’t open up about it.” Tom wasn’t too open about his feelings sometimes. He struggled to voice them at times making all his frustrations and feelings bottled up in his head.

Half an hour later and you guys arrive at Tom’s rented home in Atlanta. As soon as you opened the door, you felt the heavy atmosphere. It was somber and tense, the chilliness of the weather also felt inside the house. Harry gestures up the stairs, “Don’t worry, go see him. His room is the first door on the left.”

You quietly thank him and climb up the stairs. You find his door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You hear some shuffling behind the door, “Harry I’m fine! Leave me alone!” His voice was deep, a bit scratchy. You frown at the door.

“Tom?” The room falls quiet. Suddenly you hear fumbling and the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door. The door opens and you finally see him. He was dressed in a large shirt with sweatpants. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, eyes glassy, and chapped lips.

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” He asks you in disbelief. A tight lipped grin forms on your lips.

“Yeah, Har—“ You were going to explain how you got there but he immediately threw himself at you. His arms wrap tightly around your figure, his head dipped into your neck, pulling your closer into him. One of your arms go around his neck while the other rubs his back soothingly. A whimper bubbles out of him, his shoulders beginning to shake. You managed to shuffle the both of you back into his room, closing the door behind you.

“You’re ok.” You whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. His grip around you never falters. Though he was much taller than you, he seemed so small at the moment. His body drowned in the shirt he wore, making him look thinner. You feel tears soaking into your shirt, making your heart clench in pain. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, holding and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he was ready to speak.

A few minutes pass until his removes his head from your neck. You frown at his tear stained face, his eyes and cheeks red from quietly sobbing into your shoulder. Your hands cup his face, wiping the trails of tears on his cheeks. Tom leans closer to your touch, his eyes shut while his lips kiss your palm.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably tired from the flight.” He apologizes but you shake your head. You lead him to his bed and sit against the headboard. Tom follows in suit, desperately trying to get closer to you. His arms wrap around your torso, his head rests on your chest, while your legs tangle themselves together.

“I’ve had plenty of sleep on the flight, how are you?” Your lips are against his short hair from holding him so close. You nails scratch softly at his hair, calming him down.

“I don’t know if I could finish it.” He quietly admits. He shakes his head at himself.

“Why’s that, Tom?” Your boyfriend takes a deep breath as he sits up, removing himself from your touch. He sits across from you with legs crossed as he holds his head in his hands.

“I—I, it’s too much. There’s so much fucked up things he’s done. And all the things he’s seen. I just—sometimes I feel like it’s me who’s committed all of those things. When we shoot the scenes in the war and when I had to do drugs and rob banks, I felt like I lost myself—“ He cries interrupting himself to take a breath in. Compared to your fingers that ran gently through his hair, his clawed at his head. His palms rub harshly at his face, turning his skin a bright tint of red. To see Tom in such pain made you sad. You hated seeing him like this.

You gently remove his hands from scratching at his face and hold them in his lap. He stares down at your hands, clinging onto them as if his life depended on it. “I get lost in the character sometimes and I have to pull myself out of it to bring me back. But it keeps on happening over and over again. Then the Russos kept telling me to reshoot the scene more like Cherry, and I lost it and yelled at them.” You feel his tears fall to your your hands, making tears well up in your own eyes. You shuffle closer to him and kiss his forehead before pulling him into you. You stay quiet, letting him get whatever he wanted to get out.

Tom’s face is against your shoulder again. He sniffs before continuing, “It’s like everyday I find something he and I have in common. Then I think that maybe I’m turning into him. I don’t want him to be part of me. (Y/n), I don’t want to be him, I don’t want to do the things he’s done.” He sobs into your shoulder. Your heart breaks at how broken he sounded. His shoulders shook again, his back burning up with tension. A few tears made it’s way down your cheeks as you pulled his face away from you.

“Look at me.” You urged him. His jaw clenched, still looking down at his lap. He shook his head in response. “Tom, please. Look at me.” Your voice cracks. He slowly tilts his head up, your eyes connecting. He didn’t have that twinkle in his eyes, it’s like they’ve lost the light in them. Instead they were dark, like there was no life behind them. There was a mix of sadness, confusion, and even fear in his eyes.

You sadly smiled at him, cupping his face with your hands. “You’re not going to be him. You never will. You’re Tom. You are nothing close to Nico or Cherry. You are the sweetest man I have known in the world, you wouldn’t even hurt a damn fly. You’re not him. I know you aren’t. You wouldn’t do the things he’s ever done even if you were forced to. I know you Tom, I assure you, you’re nothing like him.” Tom hiccups, gripping onto your wrists.

“When this is all over and you’re done filming, we can forget about him. We won’t even mention him.” You assure him, stroking his cheeks.

“What if—,” You cut him off.

“No, there’s no what if’s. You’re going to be fine Tom. You’re surrounded by people who love you and will make you realize that you’re nothing even near him. You are the kindest man ever, you love your family, you care about your fans, and your brothers. You’re busy always taking care of everyone else, I think it’s time you take care of yourself, love.” You tell him. A small smile is on your face but it falters, “You don’t have to go through this alone, Tom.”

Tom takes a shaky breath in. “You’ll be there right?” He asks like a child making sure his mother will be there when he wakes up. “You’ll be there with me to bring me back?”

Your thumb smooths the crinkle between his brows, “I always will. I promise.” He nods and pulls you into him. You climb onto his lap and settle on his legs. He stares up at you, one of his his hands supporting your back, the other pressed against your cheek. “Thank you. I missed you so much. I’m sorry for not texting, everything’s just been so taxing mentally and physically.”

“No, don’t worry I get it.” You turn your face to press a light kiss on his palm. For the first time since you’ve seen him, Tom managed to crack a smile on his lips. He moves some strands of hair away from your face before resting his large hand on the back of your head. “I love you. I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Tom.” You whisper against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally crash your lips together. After months being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. The kiss was desperate, like it was the air you both breathed. Tom had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day, whether it be sexually or just missing you. The kiss grew rough, your teeth clashing, tongues poking and gliding against each other.

Tom lays you down on the bed, hovering over you. His hands grab and stroke at your body, trying to pull off your clothes to get close to your skin. He suddenly pulls away from your lips. “I need you. Please, I need you.” He almost begs you. Panting, you nod and push him to lay on his back. “Ok, let me take care of you, Tommy.”

He yanks his shirt off, throwing it to the side. You do the same, leaning down to meet his lips again. You kiss your way along his jaw and down to his neck. When you find that certain spot, he lets out a throaty groan, head falling back against the pillows. You run your nails along his chiseled abs and slightly roll your hips against his growing length. Tom grunts, hands instantly connecting to your ass and gripping onto your cheeks. He helps you roll your hips more, deeper with more friction against you two.

“Mm, Tom. I missed you.” You moan against his neck. You bite down and soothe the spot with your tongue after.

Tom looks down at you, lifting his hips to meet your clothes pussy. “Fucking miss you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of being buried in you again.” You kiss your way down his chest, but Tom stops you. His hands grab onto your leggings and slide them off.

“N-no foreplay. I need to feel you.” He stutters out, mouth agape. You nod in agreement and take his sweatpants off along with his boxers. You spit in your hand, running your hand along his dick to give it some wetness. Tom helps you lift yourself over him and guides your hips down his erected cock. You let out a combination of a sigh and moan as your walls envelop and stretch around him. Tom slightly sits up against the headboard, your tightness wrapping around him. He lets out a cry of relief, your walls around him feeding his cravings. You use his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself up but Tom stops you.

“What’s wrong?” You eye him cautiously. Tom shakes his head, “Nothing’s wrong. I just—can we stay like this for a while? I just want to feel you, please?”

“Yeah, we can do that.” You send him a reassuring smile as you settle back down on him. His hands make themselves comfortable around your waist. You maneuver your arms under his and wrap them around his back. Tom smiles at you, rubbing your back and guiding you into his chest. Before you can nuzzle your face into his neck, he presses a kiss to your temple and lets his fingers get tangled in your hair.

With his eyes closed in bliss, he whispers, “Thank you for bringing me back. I love you.”

You kiss his collarbone basking in the feeling him being so close to you. “I’ll always be here. I love you too.”

#marvel #mcu #avengers #Tom Holland #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland headcanon #Tom Holland smut #Cherry #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland drabble

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Noticing You, Noticing Me

Chapter Four

(bonus points to whoever guesses what this gif is from)

Summary: The ball continues.

W/C: 2.9k

Warnings: None other than the usual bad editing.

A/N: So, I'm now putting this story on a schedule. Pretty much to keep myself from posting it all and then having nothing to post until I write more😅 either way, I love the reactions everyone is having to this. Speaking of which, if I don't reply to your comment, I sincerely apologise. I truly do see them and if I have time between writing and work, I'll do my best to reply. I love you all and wish you all the best. (Also a bit of good news. I'm no longer on evacuation alert so no more fear of needing to leave suddenly) -B

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Anakin, Padmé, Varlo, your father and mother all were standing together as you made your way over. The excited feeling in your chest nearly died until your mother caught your eye. She had a knowing and mischievous smile as you made your way to them.

When Padmé saw you she ran over to meet you, far enough so that the others couldn’t hear your conversation, you noticed.

“Do you like him?” she asked. You knew she wasn’t going to dawdle. Yet, you were still hoping she wouldn’t go straight to the point.

Even with that being said, you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about Obi-Wan.

“Oh come on, Padmé,” you heard Anakin as he approached. “We could clearly see her heart eyes from across the ballroom.”

Embarrassment quickly filled you at his words as your cheeks quickly heated. The two of them only lightly chuckled.

“I’m joking, sis. Come on,” Anakin said, gesturing to the rest of the group.

When you looked at Varlo, he didn’t look too happy. Assuming it may have been because of the conversation with your father earlier, you gave him a smile. He brightened for a moment before it dulled down.

“I guess me being your first dance was canceled.” Although you could hear the sarcastic lilt, there was an edge to his words. It confused you but you pushed it away.

“Not tonight, sorry.”

“Y/N, darling,” your mother said as she took your hand, ending the conversation with Varlo, “it’s time to introduce you to someone.”

At first you were confused until a tall man joined the group. Although his figure was imposing, he radiated a calming energy. The smile he wore was kind as he bowed, revealing the crown that lay on his head.

“King Qui-Gon Jinn of Coruscant,” he introduced himself.

With a curtsey, you did the same.

“If I may, would I be able to speak with you alone?” King Jinn asked. Turning to your father, he nodded before leaving you alone in the quieter section of the grand room.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesty.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine. Your father speaks very highly of you.” He paused for a moment before adding, “It’s also nice to meet someone who has finally caught the attention of my son.”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up again. The intensity was mild as you saw the genuine happiness in the smile of the king.

“He’s quite… amazing. Your son is nothing but a gentleman.” As you thought about the time you’ve spent with Obi-Wan, you smiled. “And I have to say, he’s just…” you trailed off as you thought of how happy you were while you were with him.

“I’m glad to hear it,” his own smile gave away how much he truly loved your feelings about Obi-Wan. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I truly would like to hear about all that you do in your kingdom. Your father explains some, but I’d rather hear it from you.”

You looked up at King Jinn with wide eyes which made him laugh.

“Really? You want to know about that?”

He nodded. “Does no one else ask?”

You looked down with a twinge of sadness. “No. People are usually only interested in hearing about my brothers. Even when they talk to me.”

“Well, I’ve heard enough about your brothers for one night, personally. I want to know about what you do.”

Looking back up, you beamed. Between this man and Obi-Wan, you were truly happy that, for once, people wanted to get to know you.

Obi-Wan stood off to the side and watched the people dancing. A couple of women came up to him hoping for a dance, but he politely declined them. Not only was he wanting to wait until you were back, but he only wanted to dance with you.

So, here he stood watching as everyone enjoyed their evening. There were even a few times that he spotted Cody with his brothers Rex, Fives and Echo. Each of them were laughing as they talked. It didn’t go unnoticed that Cody seemed to find interest in someone as well. Cody did share a dance or two with them, but if anything more happened Obi-Wan didn’t see as Anakin walked up to him.

“Enjoying the party?” Anakin said with a teasing lilt.

When Obi-Wan glanced over, he saw a knowing look. He couldn’t help but wonder if your brother had seen the two of you dancing. If so, how much did he see?

“I was. I will be,” he said as he thought about spending the rest of the ball with you. At least, he hoped you would spend the rest of the evening with him.

“She has, and will be as well,” was all Anakin said before going over to Padmé.

Obi-Wan sighed in exultation, a smile forming on his lips for the first time since you left. If Anakin approved of the two of you, it gave him hope that the rest of your family approved. It was all Obi-Wan could want at this point.

Even if the two of you only met tonight, he wanted to talk to you more. He wanted to get to know you more. If he was lucky, maybe you would like to know him better as well.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked from beside him.

With a smile, he stood from the pillar he was leaning against so he could face you. Your own smile greeted him which caused the now familiar warmth in his chest to return.

“Not at all. Would you care to dance?”

Your smile grew as he held out his hand. Without any hesitation you took his hand and followed him to the floor.

“I had a pleasant conversation with a rather charming man just now,” you say as you settle back into your position that you were in before Varlo came to get you.

Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows, “Oh really? May I ask who?”

A playful smirk curved a corner of your lips. “A really handsome, tall man that some may say passed his looks down to his son.”

As he realized who you were talking about, he felt his cheeks heat up. He was flattered.

“Well, thank you. On both of our behalfs,” he replied with a chuckle. He wished he could pay you a similar compliment, but he hadn’t met anyone other than your brothers and your father. Giving a compliment based off of your father’s looks just didn’t seem right.

For a few moments, he fell back into the colour of your eyes. There was so much he wanted to say, but the thoughts weren’t translating to words. Truly, you had him speechless. Ever since the first moment he saw you.

It didn’t bother him one bit, either. One way or another, he wanted to listen to you.

“So, would I be able to hear about what else you did in Naboo?”

Your eyes lit up at his question as you nodded.

Even though you loved dancing, you and Obi-Wan only stayed for a few more songs before making your way to the side. It did make talking easier.

Obi-Wan seemed even more interested with your dealings in your castle than his father was. He asked even more questions, and better yet, didn’t change the topic until the first was done.

When you looked at it, you were the one that was mainly talking. Although it was refreshing and you thought the look he had nearly the whole time was endearing, you wanted to hear more from him. In truth, you didn’t know much about him before he came here other than the fact that he was King Jinn’s son.

“How about you?” you asked. “What is life like in the great Coruscant?”

He smiled. “Not as interesting as it is here.”

You chuckled, “Seriously. Didn’t you say that children come up to you with questions?”

“Yes,” he said with a fond smile. “It’s something I picked up from my mother. She used

to do it for me and my friends growing up. I guess you could say I just… expanded it.”

With a smile, you encouraged him to tell you more. You were interested in all he did. Not only that, but you felt yourself falling for him with each story he told.

It seemed like the two of you were very familiar in many ways. Although he was well known as the only son of his parents, people weren’t interested in what he actually did, just like you. He explained how people only cared about how good he was with a sword or they only consulted him about things with his father.

“When my father tried to hold balls to find me a partner, no one cared about anything other than the fact that I was royalty. They were highly uninterested in me, well, except for my physical looks.” His face twisted in slight disgust as he thought about it. “My mother was the one to convince my father to stop forcing it on me a couple of years ago.”

“Your mother sounds like an amazing woman,” you said, more to yourself than to Obi-Wan.

Either way, he heard it and smiled.

“May I ask where she is?”

Obi-Wan’s smile slightly dropped when you asked. He looked down at the floor before saying, “She passed a year and a half ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said quietly. Sadness filled you at the thought of how recent her passing was. With the stories he told of her, you wished you could’ve met her.

“I wish she were here tonight. She would’ve loved you,” he said quietly.

When you looked over at him, there was a small smirk on his lips. His eyes were reflecting a glint of sorrow before brightening again before meeting yours.

“Would it be alright if we go back to that balcony? I feel like the lake would look extraordinary with the moon fully out,” he said, his tone filled with hopeful anticipation. It made him sound so innocent, a huge contradiction to nearly every other topic the two of you have discussed.

Despite that, excitement grew in you at the thought of having conversations truly in private. Sure, you were having private conversations now, but there were so many people around you. The combination of the music and the chatter of everyone in this one room made it loud. Being able to talk without having to raise your voice would be an amazing change of pace for the evening.

That’s why you hardly hesitated in agreeing.

“Do you remember where to go?” you asked in a playful tone, linking your arm through his when he offered.

“I would say yes, but I believe there’s one turn I’m not too sure about,” he replied, his expression matching your tone. His eyebrows were raised which caused you to giggle.

So, like you did coming down, you led him back up to the balcony on the second floor. The two of you were laughing before stepping out of the doors, immediately stopping to take in the nightly sights.

The lake was beautiful during sunsets, but you thought it was even more magnificent at night. Twinkling stars danced across the surface of the water, only interrupted by the rare cloud. When it came to the moon, it hung in the sky and kissed the surface of the Earth with light. It caused each tree to cast hauntingly beautiful shadows across the grasses around the lake, a path that ultimately leads to an outer castle garden.

Everything that was once bright with colour was hardly seen, but replaced with a new glow. It reminded you of something General Yoda had once told you.

“In a dark place, we find ourselves,” he had said to you once during a conflict with another kingdom that was threatening to wage war. “And a little more knowledge lights our way,” he finished.

At the time, the wise general who you never saw fight, let alone train with any of the soldiers, was referring to the document that would later prevent the war from happening. Now, you applied it to the sight in front of you. In the dark of this night, it showed you new things that lit a new path that would make the next day brighter. It would make the colours of the flowers more vibrant, the trees look a little stronger, the water clearer. It reminded you that, without the night, there could be no day.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you almost forgot that Obi-Wan was with you. When you looked at him, though, he seemed to be as lost in the surroundings as you were. Fascination was painted across his features. Yet, he was more aware than you assumed, especially with the fact that it seemed like he looked away when you looked at him.

“It’s alright,” he said softly while looking back at you, “I was lost in the beauty as well.”

His eyes stared into yours, and you did the same with his. There was a new light that shone from them. Even in the dark, it was almost like they glowed. You felt your cheeks begin to flush as you realized what he meant.

When you turned to face him, you let your hand gently graze down his arm. Though, when you went to bring your hand back thinking that you had once again gone too far, his hand caught yours. Without much hesitation, you intertwined your fingers with his. Despite both of you wearing gloves, the warmth of his hand was comforting as you took a small step closer to him.

Your heart was beating so hard that you thought it would beat itself out of your chest as your eyes remained locked with his.

Without much thought, but with the most right feeling, you started to lean forward, as did he. You saw as his eyes flicked down to your lips a couple times, ultimately finding their place in your eyes.

The two of you were centimeters apart when someone cleared their throat at the door.

Both of you jumped, letting go of the other’s hand as Obi-Wan took a single step back. You really didn’t want him to, but he had to.

When you looked over to the door, you were met by a sight you didn’t expect. Varlo stood just behind another man who had a smirk on his face, though he looked apologetic at the same time. Looking at Varlo, he looked shocked, almost like he had been betrayed.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat as he took a step closer to the pair. “Cody, is there something important?”

“My apologies, your highness. Your father wanted me to tell you that he was retiring for the evening and that he wishes that you enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Commander, I highly doubt that’s all you’re here for. You aren’t a messenger boy,” Obi-Wan said jokingly to Cody who you now realized must be Obi-Wan’s guard. You noticed that he looked very familiar.

Cody laughed. “I also wanted to tell you that I’m taking my leave for the night as well. Rex suggested I join him and my other brothers.”

Oh, so that’s why you find him familiar. He must be one of the brothers from Coruscant that Rex, Echo and Fives mention once in a while.

Behind Cody, Varlo shifted as he looked at the ground. For some reason he looked unsettled. Was it because of how he saw you and Obi-Wan together?

When you met his eyes, he seemed to snap out of a train of thought as he slightly shook his head to clear it.

“For me, I truly am only a messenger. Anakin and Padmé are leaving, as well as mother and I,” he said, his voice sounding strained as if he was keeping himself from raising his voice. It confused you, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you nodded which gave the two other men the incentive to leave you and Obi-Wan alone once more.

“I believe that means the evening is sadly drawing to a close,” you say, disappointment filling your tone. Although you were still wanting to kiss him, now no longer seemed like the right time. It felt as though it would be forced if you did.

Obi-Wan nodded as a look of understanding washed over him. Was he thinking the same thing?

“Before we head back,” he quickly started before you could start to walk away, “I’m here for a few more days and… I was wondering i-if you weren’t busy if you’d-”

“Yes,” you answered, knowing what he was going to say. “I would love to spend more time with you. How about meeting in the garden just before noon?”

Obi-Wan visibly relaxed as he beamed at you which you returned in entirety. So, as you took his arm to now end the night, you could only look forward to the next few days in anticipation.

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charliedawn · 4 years ago

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Imagine being Spike's closest friend/advisor in love with him and him being completely oblivious about it

" Spike ! Where are you ?! We need to talk to you !"

You find the vampire in his crypt, his eyebrows barely raised in surprise.

" Y/N. Buffy. What a surprise ? So, what can I do for you on this fine evening ?"

He says with a small sarcastic smile. Buffy rolls her eyes and sits in front of him with her arms crossed.

" We need your help."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up in curiosity and the corners of his lips raise up a notch.

" The hunters want my help ? Well..Isn't that good news ?! Oh goodie ! I get it that my head gets to stay attached to my body another day.."

You sigh, not because of his sarcastic answer you had grown accustomed to, but because you know that deep down ? He is truly excited. His brain already calculating how to turn this situation to his advantage.

" So, what's the job ? Vampires ? Demons ? Witches ?.."

He asks with the back of his head resting on his hands and waiting for Buffy or you to spill the beans.

" Vampires. In your territory. We know you've been hiding some of them.."

Buffy cuts straight to the point and Spike arks an eyebrow, smiling innocently.

" Sorry. Can't help you. I don't know what you're talking about..Maybe you got the wrong vampire for once ?"

Buffy raises an eyebrow as well before crossing her arms on her chest expectantly.

" Blond ? Spiky hair ? Dark and brooding ? Nah. I think we got the right one. Now, where are they hidden ? Spill it out, or you get the stake."

She gets her stake out to show that she is serious, but Spike only chuckles as he stands up to look down at the slayer, his shirt barely protecting his ribcage frown the sharp end of the stake.

" Is that a threat or a promise ?"

You can see that Buffy is biting her lower lip, she is actually tempted to ask Spike for a moment after this..But then her eyes fall on you, and she knows that she can't do it. Not now. Not when she knows that you've fallen for him. Spike and her have passion, he is amazing in bed of course..but what you feel for him, it makes her think of what she feels for Angel. She can't do it. She takes a step back, but it's Spike that takes a step forward to whisper seductively in her ear.

" What do you say, if I help you, you give me a kiss ?"

You grit your teeths and finally snap, you take him by the shoulder to spin him around and punch him in the face. His eyes widen significantly in shock as he doesn't understand. You realize too late what you've done and take a couple of steps backwards before apologizing.

" I..I'm sorry. I need to go."

You run outside of his crypt and Spike turns towards Buffy for an explanation.

" What's gotten into her ?!"

Buffy sighs loudly in exasperation before answering the question of the perplexed vampire.

" You're an idiot, Spike. She likes you."

Spike doesn't seem to understand and frowns before repeating incredulously.

" She..She what ?"

Buffy pinches the bridge of her nose between her index and thumb, wondering how the vampire could be so daft sometimes.

" She. Loves. You. Spike."

She finally says. But, the vampire only blanks out for a moment before stammering again, wondering if he heard her right.

" I..I beg you pardon ? Her ? Me ? No. Can't be."

He shakes his head negatively and Buffy rolls her eyes before taking him by his black coat to push him forward.

" Go talk to her, you idiot ! Before you lose her !"

He is about to go when Buffy sighs again as he seems lost. She grabs his arm and asks him with a worried frown.

" Wait. What are you going to do ?"

He shrugs before getting out of her grip and replying with a small provocative smile.

" I'm gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I'll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again."

Buffy's eyes widen, but before she could stop him, he's already gone. She only humphs disapprovingly before crossing her arms again.

" Don't blow it, Spike.."

She mutters before turning around to go search for the rest of the hidden vampires on her own.

You are running with glassy eyes, filled with tears. You know that your action was rash, impulsive..You can't even explain why you had acted like that. It wasn't you. You continue to run aimlessly and blindly through the tombstones until you hit something and fall backwards. When you open your eyes again, you see that you had collided with a man, a vampire to be exact, that smiles evilly as he looks down at you.

" Well well..Dinner is served it seems."

You look around frantically for your stake, but just as you are about to grab it, the vampire spots it first and stomps on it, breaking it in two. He then grabs you by the throat and seems amused by your attempts to breathe. You try to wiggle out of his grip and scream, but he covers your mouth and laughs darkly as he recognizes you.

" And not any dinner..A hunter at that..I've seen you run around with the other slayer in and out of Spike's crypt. Where are your friends now, slayer ?"

You feel your heart quicken as he opens his mouth wide. You close your eyes, but then a familiar voice interrupts the moment.

" Turn around."

The vampire has just the time to turn around that Spike stakes him. You hear his scream, but are too tired to open your eyes. Spike is by your side in a minute and carries you in his arms.

" Hey ! Stay with me, slayer ! You hear me !"

His voice is the last thing you hear before blacking out. Spike carries you back to the Summer household where Buffy quickly takes care of you. He wants to stay by your side, but Buffy gives him a stern look.

" Don't you dare, Spike. You are not welcomed in this house. This is all your fault. I don't want to see you ever again."

She slams the door in his face and her words sting him deeply, more than he cares to admit. But, he understands her anger and turns around to return to his graveyard. However, he lets out a shaky sigh first before looking up at your bedroom window. He can't even count the times you had opened your window for him, even when you knew how dangerous and unstable he was. Spike doesn't have any friends. But, if he could call someone that ? It would certainly be you.

The moment you wake up, you look around to see that night has fallen and Buffy is nowhere to be found. You don't wait for her before grabbing your vampire hunting gear and running outside to find Spike. You know that Buffy is going to be mad at you for meeting with him, but you have to tell him. Tell him that it wasn't his fault. Tell him that you had acted without thinking. Tell him that he is the only person who makes you laugh and brings a smile to your face when you're having a bad day. Tell him..Tell him..You have all those memories that suddenly come to you, memories of when Spike knew exactly when you needed to be cheered up and would stand in front of your window until you would allow him in. Memories of when he had scared the hell out of Buffy and Angel when paying you a visit and making them think that he was going to suck your mom's blood, only for you to intervene and save him..Memories that should be enough, enough for you to let go of him. Unfortunately, it only makes things worse, having to tell yourself every single day that what you are feeling is only a small crush, that it would go with time, only to come back stronger than ever every single time your eyes meet his. You finally get to the graveyard and stop when you see him, leaning against the door of his crypt, smoking, as if waiting for you.

He doesn't move, even though he heard you approach, and throws you one of his half-hooded glances that always makes your heart beat faster. That burning gaze, but so cold at the same time..Intense and sad, so very sad. You feel goosebumps forming on your skin at the simple eye-contact, and you haven't even spoken a word yet. Eventually, he smirks knowingly at you before throwing his cigaret to the ground and stomping on it.

" What do you want, newbie ? You came to check on me for Buffy ? Well, you can tell the slayer that I am still as dead as the day we met..Also, glad to see that you're still breathing. Not that I cared, but I wouldn't want the slayer to come knocking on my door, yelling how I killed her best friend."

He says with a mocking grin, but you're no fool. You see this gleam of hope in his eyes, hope that the other slayer is finally acknowledging him as a potential ally. Maybe knowing that Buffy is finally seeing in him someone dangerous enough to be looked after would mean that she would finally come knocking at his door with more than threats and insults ? Maybe she would even grow to like him ? Maybe..But, you know that it is only a dream. She would never love him. Ever. And no matter how dangerous or important he becomes, she would never consider him as anything but a threat, a nuisance. Sad. Especially since you know that he is a good man, but with a high taste for women that would never feel the same about him..

You sigh and answer with a small smile translating pity.

" No. I need your help."

He smiles, but you can still see the deception in his eyes.

" I see..And I guess that the slayer doesn't know you came here, does she ?"

You shake your head negatively and he sighs before leaning against a nearby tombstone.

" Fine. Tell me. Why would I help you ? Besides my usual loving kindness ?"

He sneers, but his eyes translate a certain curiosity as to why indeed you would set foot in his graveyard in the middle of the night. You walk forward until your noses nearly touch, your face a few inches away from him. Even if Spike can't breathe anymore, hasn't been able to for a long time, he can still feel his heart stop in his ribcage at your sudden closeness.

" W..What are you..?"

He starts, but is cut off by you slowly raising your hands on each side of his face. He closes his mouth in surprise and doesn't dare move, even when you lay your forehead against his.

" Here's what I want your help with, Spike. I want you to be happy, Spike. I don't care if you are a vampire, a demon, a monster..You stay someone who the Summer family learned to appreciate more than you know..You've helped them countless of times, more than anyone. Now, it's your turn. Let me help you. You need to concentrate on yourself. And I don't mean the emotionless cruel monstrous vampire with a tendency to speak in sarcasm, but Spike, the romantic poet, the sensitive artist, the one who speaks with his senses and who used to know how to see beauty everywhere.."

You trace your fingertips along the interior of his forearms, his biceps, his neck and end your path on his cheeks. You then see something akin sadness in his eyes. He's shaking and raises his own hands to take yours. He's finally letting his true emotions out and looks up at you with all the misery he feels painted in his beautiful dark eyes. And you smile, knowing that it is the true Spike that you are now facing..

" Here he is. The true Spike..William."

You say while tenderly stroking his cheek. However, he suddenly kneels on the ground, his head hanging low as he cries out.

" She'll never love me like this ! She loves the other me. The bad guy. The heartless vampire. The monster that makes her feel in danger and who is useful to her ! I have no choice. Otherwise, she would have discarded of me a long time ago..She wouldn't even have spared me a second glance before staking my heart !..Not that she hasn't already.."

You look at him with eyes full of sadness before kneeling in front of him. You then force him to look up at you and say without an ounce of hesitation.

" Then, she is the monster."

His eyes widen at your words and you grab him by the arms to force him to stand up with you as you explain.

" Think about it. She is killing someone by preventing you to be yourself. She's killing William, only leaving Spike. At the end, she would have stolen your heart and your life. Let's face it, Buffy will kill you if you are willing to give her everything you are. The true question is, will you let her when the time comes, or will you fight ?"

He clenches his jaw as he stares at you, wondering why you would be so determined for him to live ? Could what Buffy said be true ? He shakes his head..No. It couldn't be. He finally answers you with a sorrowful resolution.

" What is the point of living if love isn't there ?"

You suddenly frown and to his utter surprise, slap him. It takes a while for him to get over his shock, you take the opportunity to shake his ideas straight. You wouldn't let him die.

" Don't you ever say that again ! Ever ! Don't say such nonsense ! You've already fallen in love before, Spike. Three times. And you'll fall in love again ! Again and again ! You'll continue until you finally meet someone that will finally understand how extraordinary you are and how lucky they are to have you ! One day, you will get our of that grim graveyard and that day, you'll see Buffy for who she really is ! Just another woman that couldn't see the luck she had to have you ! Tall, handsome, downright dreamy guy with amazing hair !.."

He laughs at that last part and you smile, at least you could still make him laugh.

"..But you have to stop wanting to put an end to your life just because she was not the right one !"

Suddenly, Spike loses his smile and glares up at you before standing up and shouting angrily.

" When ?! Huh ?! When will I meet that miraculous person that will make my miserable life a bliss ?! I only fall in love with destructive women, cruel and manipulative temptresses ! Women that only use me or make me want to throw myself off a bridge ! I only know the dark chaotic love, the kind that makes you drown with the goddamn ship !"

His breathing quickens as he tells you his grief and curse. You wait patiently until he is finished before finally replying.

" Then, let's do it together."

Spike doesn't understand at first, he frowns in incomprehension at you while you intertwine your fingers with a smile, even with the tears that are rolling down your cheeks.

" Let's jump from a bridge together. Let's drown together. Let's die together if that's the price for you to love me.."

Spike finally understands and looks up at you with something new, close to pity but also linked with self-hatred for letting himself be moved by you, out of all people. He wanted Buffy to be here, saying those words..and yet, he can't help but be helpless as you utter those words, he wants to believe them so bad..but he can't. He knows you. He knows that you would do anything to help him, even pretend loving him. He wants to step back, run maybe..but you don't let him go. You would never let him go when you know that he may never come back..You insist, taking a step further towards him so he can see the determination in your eyes.

" Since neither of us will ever find love or peace. And since you have the firm intention to put an end to it all. Then let's do it together. This way, I'll stop waking up in the middle of the night, sweating and panting with only one thought: Is he okay ? That way, I won't have to stop myself from killing Buffy every time she tells me how much of an idiot Spike is to think she would ever love him. Or rush to warn you each time she says she's going to kill you..I want to stop loving you, Spike ! At least you are lucky to be able to live long enough to forget them or to find other soulmates out there ! Me ? I'm only human. I only have one chance. And turns out, he'll never be mine ! And I will never meet another one in my life ! So, be happy to be immortal and stop saying that you'll end your life ! Because I will never have peace until I know that you are going to keep living ! So, let's jump ! I have a stake, you have your inhuman strength. Tore me to pieces, break my neck, rip my heart right out of my chest..If I can't have you, and you can't have the one you want. If we can't love. Then, at least, let me die with you. I won't be able to live without you. So, please, let me help you..and help myself at the same time."

You sob and grab his hand to put it over your heart, so he can rip it from your ribcage if he so wishes. You are so upset that you don't feel his fingers closing on yours. When you raise your face with determination to tell him that you wouldn't let him die, you see him smiling: not his usual cold, sarcastic or mischievous smile. A genuine smile. One that thrills you and that makes you want to smile back. But what happens next is even better. He kisses you. He kisses you tenderly, a chaste kiss. He doesn't kiss you like Buffy, where the kiss is brutal, violent or even beastly, but a patient and soft velvety kiss. When he pulls away, you feel giddy and light-headed. You feel your cheeks warm up and your smile couldn't grow any wider. And Spike ? He softly laughs before smiling too and gently stroking your cheek.

" Six.."

He says in such a low voice that you nearly miss it.

" What ?"

He looks up at you and gives you a boyish grin.

" I fell in love six times. Not three. You forgot when I was still human.."

You know he is teasing you, but you still elbow him, which earns you a small chuckle.

" Womanizer.."

You finally call him and he gently wraps his arms around you before whispering near your ear almost sadly.

" But you're the only one who ever loved me back.."

You sigh before leaning against him. You stay like that for a while, until Spike asks.

" Could you please say it ?"

" Say what ?"

" You know.."

He seems almost embarrassed to ask and you finally understand.

" I'm always the one who says it first, and since I'm normally the only one who says it at the end..I would like to hear it first. Please."

" I love you."

You says with not an ounce of hesitation and he stares at you with deep black eyes and smiles, his eyes creasing enough to make some little wrinkles appear at the corner of his eyes. He's so happy that he asks you to repeat.

" I love you. I love you. I love you..And I'll say it again and again until you'll be tired of hearing it."

He tilts his head to kiss you again, and it's so true and beautiful that he asks himself how it's possible to be this happy ? Is that love ? The love that doesn't destroy but creates ? If it is, he wants it now and forever. He continues to kiss you and refuses to let go until morning. At last, Spike the Bloody and William the poet are both satisfied.

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animeloverskylarmoon · 4 years ago

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Ulquiorra Cifer x Reader- Chapter 5- Final

Ulquiorra watched you disappear in utter confusion. Was sudden mood changes a human thing? He had no idea. Nor did he like it. That look in your eye, there was anger, but a mix of hurt. The same kind of hurt present when he encountered the male that had broken your heart. Had he done something to damage your trust in him.

Ulquiorra's chest felt unusual, there was a throb in his gut. He flash stepped, appearing in your room in a matter of seconds. You jolted, dropping your bag at his sudden entrance.

"W-What are you-"

"Why are you angered by me?" his question made you take a step back. Your hand moved to your chest, unable to utter a word. What could you say? That you were pissed for some reason that he was so close with Orihime. That wasn't fair, he knew her long before he knew you. At the beginning you didn't even want to help him. You wanted to send him to Orihime when Rukia asked for your help. Did you have any right questioning his relationship with Orihime.

Ulquiorra took another step forward and you stumbled backwards. Your back was now facing your door. You moved to grab the knob and bolt out of there. You didn't know why your emotions were in such a disarray, and you didn't want Ulquiorra to see you break down, not again.

Your hand took hold of the door pulling it open. You were too slow though. Ulquiorra's hand slammed the door shut, hands pinning you in pace. Your body turned slowly, eyes trembling. He stared you down, eyes hard. He looked almost angry.

It made you nervous. Especially since he looked unaffected by almost everything. "Answer me." His voice was firm, there was a subtle warning behind his tone. Against your will droplets ran down your cheeks. His eyes widened slightly.

"I-I don't know." you wailed. You sniffled, hands wiping at your eyes desperately.

"W-Whenever I see you smile at Orihime so happily it makes me feel so angry. I-I don't know why. I-I care so much about Orihime. S-So why do I feel this way when you.." A soft sob left you and you kept your head low, completely embarrassed that you were crying like a child in front of him. Ulquiorra's eyes softened, hand reaching out.

You were a bit surprised when he gently took your hand. You raised your eyes. He guided your hand forward, pressing it to his chest. Your eyes grew wide when you heard a rhythmic thumping under his skin. He let out a breath, staring at you with so much emotion.

"When I was resurrected, it seems I regained very human-like qualities. " Your mouth opened in amazement. "A heart..you have a heart.." He nodded.

"I've been having unusual reactions to everything in this world..ever since I met you.." you gasped.

"W-What are you saying.. " Ulquiorra stepped closer and you blushed.

Your hand was still pressed to his chest. He was now standing directly in front of you. Your back was still very much pressed into the door. You could feel his heart beat increase the closer he got. If you weren't able to feel him, you'd never be able to tell how much your close proximity was affecting him. Your breaths were mingling.

"I have no idea what this means, why my chest constricts whenever you are near, or when you smile at me. It's all very foreign to me. That's why I asked Orihime for assistance. She knows about emotions. I could tell from the first moment I met her how much Kurosaki Ichigo meant to her. Yet my hollow side could not comprehend such irrational feelings. She's familiar with them. I wanted her to explain to me why I was feeling such things for a human I had just came to know. " Your lips were quivering.

"T-That's why she was smiling at him like that...she knew.." This entire time you thought maybe he had been in love with her. He did care about her, just not in the way you expected. And that's why you were so pissed.

"I like you.. " you confessed. His eyes opened a fraction at the words you spoke. "This entire time I've liked you..I was just too scared to admit because I didn't want to get hurt again.." you cried.

"I-I'm sorry I yelled at you. I-I didn't mean it I was just-"

Ulquiorra leaned forward and you froze when his lips touched yours. It didn't last that long either. He pulled back after a few seconds looking down. You just stared at him in disbelief. Ulquiorra took a step back, hand moving to his lips in thought.

"Did I do it wrong? Orhime assured me that women love to be shown affection through the touching of lips."

You just stood there staring at him. Had he really just...kissed you. Ulquiorra was still contemplating where exactly he had gone wrong. You stepped forward, wrapping your hands around his neck. This caught his attention. He was taken aback by the look that now resided in your eyes.

"Open your mouth."

He looked completely confused, but followed. He opened his mouth a little and you wasted no time. You dove forward, tongue meeting him. Ulquiorra was surprised at the pleasant sensations that ran through his body at the kiss. Your hands slipped into his hair tugging lightly and a sound erupted from his throat.

"Was that me.."

He didn't have a chance to think because apparently you had been walking him backwards to the bed. When the back on his knees hit the bed they buckled. He fell back with a soft thump, you falling right on top of him. Your lips parted for a second but they reconnected just as quickly.

You were so eager. Ulquiorra was trying his hardest to keep up with the movements of your tongue. He shifted when he felt your legs brush in between his legs. Ulquiorra pulled back, taking in a deep breath. When you pulled away fully he could see the red that coated your cheeks. The look in your eyes made his insides churn.

"S-Sorry.." you muttered under your breath. You leaned down pressing your face to his chest.

"Why are you apologizing?" he asked. You didn't look at him. "I..I was a bit forward. W-We should probably take it slow. Y-You're still learning and I don't want to rush anything. "

"That kiss was very...intense." you gripped into his clothing, trying to bury your face deeper. You were so embarrassed. You'd never really done that before. When you were dating Hitoshi, everytime he tried to go any further than a certain level of kissing you would shut it down. Yet here you were, french kissing a guy you had known for only a few weeks. Maybe it was because Ulquiorra made you feel comfortable. Something Hitoshi never provided.

"Was that okay?" you questioned bashfully. You had practically stuck your tongue down his throat. Where had your self control gone? You weren't sure what to expect from

Ulquiorra. He simply nodded. "It was very exhilarating. Would you teach me how to do that?" You blushed. This guy really had no shame. You nodded nonetheless.

"Y-Yeah.." you replied. You flinched lightly when his hand came to touch your cheek. Your eyes connected and for the first time you saw that look. It wasn't the same he had for Orihime, it was so different. So loving. The intensity surprised you.

"I have no idea what these feelings mean (Y/N)-san, but I would like to find them out with you. " your eyes watered and you smiled. "Me too.. I really like you Ulqui." he blinked at the nickname. "Ulqui?" you flushed.

"A-Ah, sorry!" I-It just slipped. I have no idea where it even came fro mphfhp-"

Ulquiorra silenced you with a kiss. He pulled back to gauge your reaction.

"It is nice."

"O-okay." you stuttered. It was going to take you a while getting used to that.

You didn't mind though.

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cuddlesslut · 4 years ago

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Alrighty lets get started!! So i still really new to this so as to not overwhelm my self im going to try and stick to two charcters for now. I’m sorry if its not what your looking for. For the two im going to do my boys Suga and Daichi. Only because i just did Kuroo and because im still trying to figure out how to write for Reon. I might however come back and write a part 2 with them.

Prompt : Boys reacting to their tom boyish crushes all dolled up (Daichi & Suga)

just sayin i wrote this while drinking mojitos

P.S. this prompt reminds me of a series called Sinful Sweethearts by @thosenerdy3amthings so definitely go check that out!!

Warning: NSFW, FOUL LANGUAGE

Daichi Sawamura NSFW

you have know Daichi basically your whole life

growing up next to him your parents were very close which meant that you two were kept close together

in fact until you made it to middle school and started playing volleyball for the girls team you had never had any other friends beside Diachi

so it was safe to say that growing up you were more on the boyish side

you were just more comfortable in sweats and baggy workout shorts than skirts.

you even wore pants to school

even highschool though you went to a different school Diachi stayed your closest friend you often finding yourself at the Karsuno practice after yours had ended.

No matter how much your teammates fussed they couldnt convince you to ditch the large hoodies and sweats.

You and Daichi always supported each other. you never missed his games and he never missed yours (as long as scheduling permited)

the third year boys often teased Diachi for his realtionship with you

“i dont know why yall dont just date already,” suga complained while daichi stated his usual reply “ shes my best friend you know its not like that” he huffs

Suga scowls “ first of all rude im supposed be your best friend, and second it cant be as just friends as you say when you get so protective when the seond years simp for her.”

“i just dont want her feeling weird around the team. you know Noya and Tanaka can be intense,” he explained

“still that doesnt acount for the way Y/N looks at you,” Asahi added to the convo

“what are you talking about Y/n doesnt look at me any special way, we’re just friends ,” daichi stated a little to forcefully almost as if he was convincing himself.

Suga and Asahi share a knowing look thinking about how their captain can be so dense.

“any way are you ready for your birthday party tomorrow night ,” Suga asked smiling brightly.

“i told you i dont need a party,” Daichi scolded for the fifth time today.

“ahh c’mon its not everyday you become an adult like the rest of us DI,”

finally admitiing defeat Diachi concluded the conversation.

...

it was finally the next day you were more nervous for this party than any volleyball game you had played.

and here you were standing in the tight black dress Suga with the help of your team, you should never wager against suga

Had convinced you to wear to diachis party tonight

still shell shocked you stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom Suga had chose.

It was weird to see yourself so girly

the black dress clung tight to your body. leaving little the imagination.

Suga better be glad he won that bet

finally calming yourself you look around for your best friend

Finally catching sight of him Diachi stood with Suga and Asahi next to the bar of the club.

Suga was the first to recognize you a evil smirk hitting his face as he drew Diachis attention to you.

You couldnt help but notice how hot he looked in his button up and dark wash jeans, his shirt clinging so close to his chest.

he looked to damn good you thought as you bit your lip

little did you know the birthday boy was having an epiphany of this own

his eyes raked up and down you mind wandering

had you always had such a great ass under those baggy sweats

“Happy Birthday Captain,” you teased.

Daichi took a sharp breath suddenly taken back by the way the title fell from your soft lips

all he could think about was how you would sound screaming that from under him.

lost in thought he missed the smirk his best friend had as Suga put his pan into motion

you stood there sway to the beat of the loud club music wanting to dance

“Y/n why dont you take the birthday boy for a dance,”

you smiled before Diachi could protest saying how how he doesnt dance

you pulled him to the dance floor pushing your ass against him reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to your body as you grinded to the beat

his hands found their place on your hips

his cock twitched from the pressure of your ass in that short tight dress rubbing against his crotch

you were not helping his growing situation

bodies getting lost in the movement

you looked up at the boy had been your best friend your whole life with one thought in you head

the same thought flashed into diachis brain

being bold he crashed his lips into yours

Lost in the contact the kiss lasted forever getting more and more intense

your not sure how you to got here

but here you were straddling Diachi in the back of his car

his lips sucking bruises into your neck, his large grabbing your ass as you bounced on his thick cock

“FUCK,” Daichi breathed heavily pulling you down into a sloppy kiss tongues exploring “ youre so tight come for me beautiful.”

“im so close Captain you moan feeling him stretch you.

thats it that one word flipped the switch for him he gripped tight on to your waist to hold you secure as he powerfully drilled his hips up into you.

hitting your spot deeper and with such accuracy you were both driven over the edge as you clinched tight around him pulling his release from him.

you both sat out of breath in the hot car, the widows fogged and the smell of sex stinging the air.

“happy birthday,” you said giving him a quick kiss.

he glanced at the watch on his wrist

he smirked up to you “you know my birthday isnt over yet,” you smiled already liking where this was going. “lets head back to mine. I’m not done with you yet.”

Koshi Sugawara Slight NSFW

He’s had a crush for you since the beginning of the school year

He thought you were the most adorable thing he’d seen

with your sweaters that were two sizes to big. (sweater paws)

You two became friends through a writing project.

you too quickly hit it off you loving his wild humor

its sometimes seemed like hed flirt with you but you figured it was just his personality and you were too shy to do anything

poor suga spent so much time flirting with you but you never paid it any attention so he figured you didnt view him that way and he was okay with that he just wanted to be your friend if nothing else.

and so thats how six months went by of being no more than friends

always returning Sugas simple firsts with a shy smile.

It wasnt until the celebratory party some random third year threw to congratulate the boys on making it to nationals

You sat at your best friend Kyioko’s house.

This was the first party she was able to convince you to attend and she was making sure it counted.

there would be no big sweaters or jeans tonight

tonight you were borrowing Kyiokos clothes.

She dressed in a tight (favorite color) lace halter crop top with the lace exposing just the right amount of cleavage. and a pair of blaack shorts hugging your hips thighs on full display.

it wasnt what you were used to this being the most skin you had exposed to the public in years

thats coupled with the make up added to your face you almost didnt recognize yourself

it wasnt what you were used to and thats why when you reached the party and all eyes landed on you. you were slightly relieved that most of the people didnt recognize you.

it was almost exhilarating

kind of like playing pretend.

like tonight you werent Y/N shy and closed off

you were a sexy and confident woman

that coupled with the shots you took with Kyioko. you found your new confidence

thats why when you saw you long time crush and close friend Suga across the room you didnt hesitate to make your way over.

“No way is that Y/n” Daichi gasped causing Sugas attention to slip to where his best friend motioned. “wow i didnt expect to see her here,” Diachi let out with a low whistle.

Suga sucked in a sharp breath not prepared for the sight in front of him.

There you were making you way towards him throw the crowd. a smile on your face but it was hard for suga to focus on that smile when your whole body was on display for him.

His eyes trailed from down your figure taking all of the exposed skin that was normally hidden from him.

the way the lace framed your stomach and cupped your breast. the cut into shirt showing him the most cleavage you had ever shown. moving his eyes down it was hard for him not to whimper at the site of your thighs

this man was entranced in your appearance. hed always thought you were the most beautiful even when you were covered head to toe, but seeing you like this it was hard not to drool.

And he wasnt the only one, Several guys had taken notice of you.

Some stopping you to ask if you were new, cause there was no way’d theyd miss a hot babe like you at school.

to which youd just roll your eyes keeping on your way to your target.

feeling more and more emboldened by the attention you were receiving.

but these boys werent the ones you wanted

being the light weight you are you already had your eyes on your prize

go big or go home

so you you strode right up to the vice captain

“ W- wow Y/n you look great,” Suga stuttered

“thanks Suga,” you say placing your hand on his toned forearm

No turning back now the confidence was here to stay atleast for now

Suga took a deep breath as he took a turn being the shy one. not used to the aura you exuded. were you really the shy girl he knew.

you moved closer enveloping him in a tight embrace

he could feel you tits press tight against him and he was trying not to focus on it not wanting to further anymore of the dirty thoughts crossing his mind

staying close next to Suga you continued your flirtatious assault

dishing back all the flirts you had held back over the months

Finally the straw broke when one of your favorite club songs played through the crowed house and you pulled him close to dance with you.

“c’mon Koshi dont be so timid,” you teased.

Suga wasnt sure if it was hearing his given name grace your beautiful lips or the facts that you had pressed your ass against his crotch moving seductively to the music but he snapped.

Suga placed his hands tight to your hips pulling you closer to him not caring if you felt the growing bulge in his pants.

leaning down “you know if you wanted my attention you didnt have to dress so damn sexy. now i have to deal with all these vultures looking at you,” he whispered his breath hot on your ear.

you turned around wrapping your arms around his neck leaning even closer,

“then why dont we go somewhere private then we wont have to worry about who’s looking,” you smirked heart racing

“i couldnt have said it better,” Suga said leading you out of the busy room ready to have you to himself.

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Ethereal | Vladek Klimov x Reader (18+)

Read part 2

Word count: 4.6k

CW: Smut, NSFW, Wound, Blood

A/N: I know it's hella long but it irks me to make two people have sex when it doesn't make sense for them to do so. Hopefully you'll enjoy.

It was an exceptionally cold day. Not that it was never not cold in your little northern town. But even among the cold ones, that day felt a bit too cold to you. You were feeling lazy from the very moment you woke up, but after leaving your warm comforter the cold bit into your skin like a snake, even though you had the heater on. 'I gotta get this heater checked’ you thought as you opened up the blinds to look outside. Surprisingly it was neither snowing nor much cloudy. You could almost make out the sun behind the wispy clouds. This cold but almost sunny day lit you up with an amazing idea. You called in sick to your work without wasting any time. Quickly gulping down some leftovers and grabbing your meticulously packed little bag for this exact occasion you were on your way. Hoping none would see you was a terrible stretch of luck cause in that town, everyone knew everyone and everyone saw everything. You were confident you could lie your way out of trouble if you got in any so you didn't quite care anyway. You had only thought in your mind, The hot spring.

The hot water welcomed your skin like an old lover. As you hoped, the water soothed every aching and sore muscle in your body. The spring was empty as usual. The town people weren't quite fond of taking a bath there, unlike you, who even after being born and brought up there couldn't quite get over the euphoric feeling of bathing in a hot spring in the freezing cold weather. Sometimes you wondered if god made a mistake cause you clearly were meant to be in a more warm climate. The cold and the mundane nature of this place got under your skin way too often. Although there were some weird and unexplainable events occurring recently that left the town in quite an unrest. You knew some stuff but honestly you couldn't differentiate the truth from the rumors so you preferred to keep your distance. Anyway you didn't wanna think about that, all you wanted to do was to float in the tranquil hot water, tune everything out with the ecstatic feeling and you could do that forever.

Unfortunately, your forever was interrupted rather quickly as you felt waves behind you. You turned around only to be greeted with a man's face you've never seen before. And working at the local convenience store, it was unlikely you haven't come across almost everyone living in that godforsaken place. He was adrift a bit too close, and you were taken aback, visibly.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else, didn't mean to scare you” he blurted out sensing your shock and possible discomfort.

“I-It's fine. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be around” you replied. you could see his piercing green eyes even through the steam and they were gorgeous, to say the least. There was this intensity in them that you've never seen in anyone's eyes before.

You could feel yourself staring. So as to snap yourself out of it and to break the uncomfortable silence you quickly spoke up, “You aren't from around here!”. You meant to ask but it came out as a statement somehow, his intense eyes were messing with your tongue.

“Hah! No. I'm not.” he said ever so calmly. You could make out his face clearly from the steam now, and it was angelic. His slick neck and collarbone glistened in the warm water, now at more of a distance from you than before. Yet to you it felt like he was almost pressing against your skin. It made you uncomfortable, in a sensual way. But you played it cool, you had to play it cool. You weren't the type to flirt with unknown people let alone feel this way for a complete stranger that you met like 30 seconds ago. But it was a fact that you never came across a stranger that looked like him. You couldn't really blame yourself for feeling like that. You shook off your body's fervent reaction to him and said, “I see. We don't really get any tourists around here, especially during these months. Are you visiting someone?”

“Not really. I'm here to fulfill my duty.” he said, the words rolling out his tongue like butter. You've always adored that accent, rarely you heard it around there.

-“Duty?”

-“Yes.”

You understood he probably wasn't interested in explaining anything further and you quite weren't in the state to ask anything either. Your mind was getting hazy. There was a considerable amount of distance between the two of you but his presence felt electrifying. The tension, you felt, was excruciating yet exciting. He on the other hand, seemed extremely and unusually composed. Even smirking, ever so slightly

You were starting to realize there was something unnatural about this man, your head now completely fuzzy and that was your cue to leave. You dipped in the water and swam away without saying anything else. You didn't look back when you got out of the water. When you parked your car in front of your house 15 min later, you were panting.

It had been a few days since you saw him. Yet you couldn't get him out of your head. You saw his intense gaze at the back of your lid everytime you closed them. There were things happening around you but you were out of it. You felt faded everywhere you went. It was as if he took a part of you with him. It was so dumb when you thought about it, you were with him for like 2 minutes at best, yet he rubbed off on you so badly that you couldn't stop thinking of him. And sometimes you caught yourself wishing you met him again, maybe feel his skin this time. You wanted it to happen so much yet you were afraid of it happening, no, you were terrified. Cause if you felt his skin once, touched him even for a moment, you would lose control over all your motor function. Feeling this hot and bothered for someone you didn't even know the name of, left you quite ashamed.

That evening when you came home from your disturbingly tedious job, you weren't expecting for your wish to come true and that too to such an extent.

You walked straight to your kitchen to pour yourself some rosé cause it was Saturday and you had nothing better to do. You preferred the high of alcohol more than whatever you've been feeling for the last few days. It was way better to be actually drunk. You heard some rustling behind you as you were emptying the first glass. You didn't pay it any mind. As you were pouring yourself the second glass you heard footsteps, that sent you on alert mode. When you turned around, ever so slowly, you saw the guy in glasses. Standing, rather leaning against the door frame, with his left hand pressing against the side of his stomach. You were out of everything these past few days that's for sure but you still heard about him. Panic struck you quicker than the alcohol could. ‘How did he get in?’ you thought then immediately answered you own question by cursing yourself for not properly locking the door, the want to get drunk as quick as possible came back to bite you in the ass. But beating yourself up for that wouldn't help now, the danger was already in. With your back against the counter you started fumbling around with your hands in the back looking for something sharp, anything but the only thing you found was the bottle of rosé and the half poured glass. You cursed yourself again and understood that luck wasn't on your side so you decided to run for your life cause you didn't wanna die yet. But your body froze in place and nothing you could do would help it move. Fear took over your being like a frostbite. All of this happened only in the matter of a few seconds. You were now standing there, glaring at him with wide terrified eyes, preparing yourself for the bitter embrace of death. He was standing there still, crouched a bit, till then. Seeing you stop moving, he laggardly took off his glasses and the mask and threw it aside. Your eyes darted towards the accessories as they fell on the floor with a soft thump. It was only then that you noticed he was bleeding all over your floor. When your eyes came back up to see his now bare face, your body went numb and blood flooded the back of your neck like a tsunami at the sight. It was him.

Nothing was making sense to you. Right then probably the alcohol kicked in cause you started feeling tipsy and was starting to doubt if all of that was just a mere hallucination. You were starting to spiral in your absurd thoughts when he spoke up, his voice sharp from the visible pain he was in, “w-will you help-p me p-please?”

Hearing his aching voice something went off in you. The fact that he was the guy in glasses, the dangerous demon people kept talking about, completely washed away from your immediate memory. You rushed over to him and held him by his shoulder to walk him to your bedroom. You helped him out of his coat and the clothings underneath. He inhaled sharply when the t-shirt brushed against the side of his stomach as he was taking it off. It was then that you could see the wound. It was ghastly and bleeding still. You gasped at the sight of it. You blurted out, “How did you get this?”

He didn't answer your question, rather went on to say, “it's a...um.. grazed bullet wound”. His voice strained from the agony.

“W-we need to go to the hospital, what if the bullet is inside!”, you said as your fingers were ghosting over the wound, your teeth clenched. You were growing more and more worried with every passing moment.

“Look at me”, he said firmly with his tired voice and you did, he was looking more human now. Still as unreal as that day, but somehow more human. ‘It's probably all the blood’, you thought to yourself.

“I can't go to the hospital, you understand? You have to help me however you can right here, yeah?” he had this expression, this strange mix of pleading and pain on his face as he said that and nodded slowly. You nodded back in return like an old partner in crime would. After carefully sitting him down on the bed and giving him one of your T-shirts that was just lying around to press over the wound, you practically ran over to your bathroom to get your first aid box. You came back equally hurried. He was slouching in pain. One hand pressing the t-shirt over his wound, other one supporting his body weight on the bed.

You laid him down slowly and then sat beside him. He hissed as you took off the now bloody t-shirt and exposed the wound again. You started cleaning the wound with an antiseptic liquid and you could feel his body shudder under your touch from the pangs of the liquid.

“I think it needs stitches” you looked up and said. He looked fatigued but still more beautiful than any human you've ever seen.

“Can you do it?” he managed to say, with labored breathing.

“I-i learnt it in highschool. I have the supplies but I don't know. It may hurt. I still think we should go to the hos-”

“Do it.” he cut you off quite abruptly. And as if under a spell, you complied.

Halfway through the process, you looked up to see him staring at you. His eyes sent a chill down your spine. The intensity was now setting in, he was half naked, almost under you, you were touching his warm skin and he was staring at you, like that. You couldn't bear the tension so you decided to speak up. Besides the questions were bubbling under the surface for quite a while now.

“How did you find my place?” you asked, and genuinely wanted to know.

-“Freya told me. She was curious to know with whom I confused her with.”

- “How do you know Freya?”

- “I do.”

- “and she told you my name too?”

- “Yes, (Y/N). She indeed did”

Your hand hitched a bit hearing your name roll off his tongue like that. You weren't prepared. He hissed at the sudden sharp pain.

- “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” you apologized quickly. He didn't say anything. For a while you went quiet but the questions started pouring in again.

- “So why didn't you go to Freya's? You're clearly her guest. Why come to me?”

- “There were police at her place.”

And at that sentence, everything came back to you like a flood.

“Who are you? What's with you and the glasses? And what is this demon people keep talking about? What the hell is this bullet wound and how did you get it? Why are you on the run from the police? Did you kill someone?”, in one singular breath you asked. Your hands stopped working at his wound. The fear was slowly creeping in again.

He looked at you blankly for a little while and then chuckled. It caught you off guard and you couldn't but relax a bit.

“You ask an awfully lot of questions to someone who is getting stitches on his stomach, don't you think?” he said in a strained but adoring voice.

You felt a bit humiliated and looked down to continue your work.

After a while, he let out a sigh and said, “I'm a Shaman. I came to save this town. From a demon who possesses people and slowly becomes them.”

Whatever he said didn't quite make sense to you but there was something so religious about the way he spoke, something so otherworldly about him that you believed him without a shadow of a doubt. You realized he didn't answer all your questions either and honestly you didn't need him to. You believed every word from of his mouth like it's the word of the lord. And at that point, if he said you were the demon, you would have believed him. Maybe that's what compelled you to ask the next question, “Am I the demon?”

- “No. Never. The demon wouldn't touch someone like you.”

Again it didn't make sense to you what he meant, but you felt it and you believed him. He was growing visibly weary so you decided not to ask him anything further. And when you were done stitching, he was fast asleep. You bandaged up the wound, turned off the lights and left him be.

You made your way to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of rosé. Your brain was banging against your skull, whatever happened from the evening truly felt like a fever dream. The man that you've been thinking about for the entire week and the man who this town thinks is a demon was fast asleep in your bedroom, it wasn't setting quite right in your brain. You drained the bottle, hoping you'd wake up from this. But instead you started feeling terribly exhausted. You wanted to just lie down on the floor and pass out right there but you deserved more than the hardwood floor after what happened that evening. Now if it was any other day, you would have slept on the couch but something about him was so magnetic that you couldn't keep yourself away from him. You stumbled your way to your bedroom and collapsed on the bean bag opposite to the bed. He was sleeping peacefully like a child. And looking at him, you too fell asleep with an empty bottle in your hand.

When you woke up, everything was blurry. Your headache hit your head before your vision did. As everything came into focus you saw him kneeling in front you, looking at you with his burning green eyes. The sun was coming in through the window above your head and it's glorious yellow glow bathed him. He looked like an ancient greek statue. However little humane he felt yesterday vanished just like that. With his soft lush curls draping over the face, he looked ethereal, kind but regal. You kept staring at him and couldn't quite speak. Whether it was the effect of his beauty or the hangover, you didn't know.

“You're awake” he said in a mellow soothing voice. He sounded much more lively than yesterday. He was still wearing only his pants. His body looked like it was carved out of a stone under the fuzzy sunlight.

You tried to say ‘hmm’ but made somewhat of a weird raspy sound. He didn't seem bothered by it.

“How's your wound?” you asked as you were trying to sit up properly.

“Better. Thanks to you.” he gave you a cordial smile. Something about that smile made you feel so safe even though a literal stranger was in your house at 6 in the morning.

-“um- do you want some coffee?”

-“No, you've already done enough, I think I should leave now”, he said as he looked at you with those mesmerizing green eyes. “Thank you (Y/N), I really appreciate your kindness”.

You didn't know what it was. Whether it was the way your name fell from his lips or the idea of him leaving and you not being able to see him again that sent a mix of anxiety and urgency down your body. You leaned in from the bean bag and crashed your lips onto his. Holding onto his shoulder for dear life, you pushed his body backwards with all your weight. You kept kissing him as if trying to devour him as quickly as possible. Running out of breath, when you pulled out, he had his back against the bed and you were half crawling half kneeling over his now stretched out legs. The position was almost as awkward as the situation. He looked at you with a startled expression, mouth slightly agape. You were just as appalled by your sudden inappropriate action.

“I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I should have asked. That was so inappropriate. I'm really so-” you blabbered on, flustered and ashamed of your actions.

“It's okay. I like you (Y/N)”, he cut you off and said with a soft loving voice, almost like you'd coo to a baby.

“B-but you don't even know me!”, the confusion in your voice was more than apparent. You looked at him wide eyed, hoping he would explain. Cause if he didn't, you wouldn't have the mental strength to ask him again after hearing what he just said.

“I don't need to know people like you all do” he spoke, the sunlight falling on him still making him look heavenly. “There's...There's a deeper knowing within me about people. From the place above and beyond. I knew you before, I know you now and I'd know you after this place too. I know you more than even you do perhaps. And I like you in all my knowing.”

His words felt like honey in your ears, his voice and accent made you feel light-headed. Or was it the hangover again? You couldn't tell. You didn't know. None of anything he said registered in your brain. Baffled, you just gawked at him, frozen in your uncomfortable posture.

Sensing your astonishment, he cupped your face with his hands and brushed your cheeks with his thumbs, with a smile that you were sure could cure you from all your illness. Under his touch you melted. It felt like electricity was running up and down your body. At this moment, you truly believed, he wasn't from this world.

Every bone in your body wanted to possess him.

And so you did. Kissing him with all the force you could muster. You crawled your way over his body, then straddling him. He kissed you back although more softly compared to your burning urgency. Your hands wandered into his soft hair, tugging and pulling. You were getting sloppy but you didn't take a moment off, you felt like if you did he might just slip off from under you like sand. Or you might wake up from this very vivid dream. You couldn't take any chances, you had to make the most of whatever it was, real or imagined. You were grinding against him slowly but aggressively. Your clothed chest rubbed against his bare skin. As his tongue mingled with yours, he tasted heavenly, like nothing you've tasted before. Your hands wandered all over his neck, shoulders and arms. You were trying to touch and feel everything that he was, he still didn't feel real to you. In your fervid bliss, you mistakenly pressed against his bandaged wound making him hiss out in pain against your mouth. Your ardent movements came to a halt as he slowly pulled away, saliva dripping from the side of his mouth, his lips glistened in the yellow sunlight.

“Go a bit easy on me, yeah?” he pleaded, his doe eyes piercing your soul. At that moment if he stabbed you in your heart, you'd die happy. But you wanted to please him, make up for whatever hurt you caused him. So you kissed him again, this time feebly. His mouth, the side of his mouth, jaw bone, neck, collarbone, you kept showering him with careful kisses, licks and bites all over his upper body. He was brushing his hands lovingly on your back. It felt like this was the moment you've been waiting for your whole life, you were quite sure you wouldn't exist afterwards. When you were done bathing every inch of his upper body with your lips you looked up to see his face. His affectionate gaze was sending warm ripples down your stomach. You felt his hardness against you and you knew what you wanted to do. You started kissing your way down towards his crotch, and after a bit of fumbling, you slid his pants off of him. There he was in all his glory. Without wasting a second, you took his cock in your mouth completely, as far as you could. His breath hitched at your sudden action. You glided your mouth up and down while your tongue went in circular motion around his length. If he was the god there then you were his one true devotee and you wanted to worship him, please him like your life depended on it. You heard him grunt softly and that made you soak through your panties. You could feel his body tense up, his breathing starting to get more and more rushed. You would finish him off like that if it weren't for his hands reaching down to cup your face and pull you up back on top of him. None of you were talking but it felt like you were communicating with him more than you've done with anybody before. He took your top off in a languid motion, followed by your bra. Your bare skin flush against his, like your body was on fire.

He eyed you up and down slowly, and uttered “you're beautiful”. You wished you could reply and say something but you were too out of your mind to do so. You only kissed him in return. After another fervent make out session, you pulled away, breathless. You were starting to get needy again as you felt your stomach slowly tightening up. He then pushed his back upwards in a clumsy way and sat up on the edge of the bed. You looked up to him and he looked celestial. At this point you weren't thinking anymore, everything you were doing was purely instinctual. He reached his right hand out to you and you took it. With one fluent motion he pulled you up and pinned you on the bed. He was now on top of you, staring down. You could see a glimpse of hunger in his eyes but his kind smile felt otherwise. It was him now who bathed your body with kisses. He lovingly took one of your nipples in his mouth and stroked the other one with his hand. With his warm tongue working on your nipple and his soft curls tickling your breast, you were quite sure you were in heaven. But you were getting impatient and you wanted to feel him inside of you. Unknowingly to you, your hips went up to grind against him as you whined sensually. He looked up at you and chuckled softly. You felt your cheeks warm up from embarrassment. But he complied with your will and helped you out of your pants and underwear. Now there was nothing between the two of you. He came up to face you as he positioned himself at your entrance. Your body felt like it would turn to dust at any moment. Your vision was hazy but you could swear his angelic beauty lit up the whole room. You felt like you were drowning in his eyes. But your reverie broke as he entered your body, filling you in. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around him. Your back arched up like a cat as he quickly found a rhythm and started hitting the right spot. Waves of pure bliss started to take over your whole body as your core started building up. You were a moaning mess under him, and his grunts felt like music to your ears. He was navigating the boat and you were just riding. He picked up the pace and became more and more aggressive. You could feel him smothering your cheeks, neck and breast with kisses. But honestly you couldn't tell anymore, you could only feel the waves rising and the tension building. Building and building and with a final hit, it all came undone. You came crashing down a mountain top but it felt euphoric. Your eyes rolled back somewhere into my skull. You could feel his tongue in your mouth, as his thrusts became more and more sloppy until it finally halted. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his warm fluid fill your insides.

When you opened your eyes, you were a panting and sweating mess. He pulled out of you slowly and rolled over to your side. He was equally as messy as you were. You turned on your side to face him. He was smiling at you coyly and in that moment it felt like you've known him for eternity. He was practically gleaming in the afterglow. As you were slowly coming down from the high a very embarrassing realization hit you. You didn't know his name. You just fucked someone you didn't even know the name of. You were becoming red with shame and he noticed.

“What's wrong?”, his voice filled with genuine concern. You were seriously considering if you should ask him that at this point. But you did,

-“I- um... what's your name?”

-“Vladek” he said softly and in that moment he looked so beautiful that you were afraid you'd go blind. Yet in his beauty there was this delicacy, this vulnerability. For some reason you felt like he didn't have much time left on his hands. As if he had to go back from where he came. He looked too vulnerable for this world and you had a very bad feeling.

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jisvnq · 4 years ago

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[ 16:22PM ]

title ; kiss

genre ; fluff, humor, youtuber!reader

word count ; 1.2k

description ; where you finally film a Q&A with your boyfriend, jisung, but he had his own question to ask.

z.txt ; wow even after all this time, i’m still so bad at descriptions and summaries huh 💀 but anyways, i actually kinda liked how this turned out and i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it ☺️ and so this’ll come out october 1 huh.. happy october everyone 🥰 countdown to my bday no one cares about: 17 days lol

“‘When did you have your first kiss?’” youtuber!you read out loud from the list of random questions on your phone.

“Huh?” Jisung asked in slight surprise, turning his head to you at the question. “Our- our first kiss?”

“Mhm!” you nodded, grinning at the blushing boy who avoided eye contact with both you and the camera. “Do you remember?”

Jisung seemed to have gained his confidence back, now giving you a warm smile as he replied. “Of course I do! It was in the summer of 2013 when we were 11, and I still remember the playground it happened at. And just for everyone’s information, it was me who kissed this idiot here—”

“Oh hold on,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as he sat up a bit straighter, clearly taking pride at being the one to kiss you first. “It was an accident and both of us were at fault.”

“Mind you, if I hadn’t tripped over first, you wouldn’t have fallen on top of me and we wouldn’t have kissed either,” he explained smugly, making you look over at the camera incredulously. “So it’s my fault we kissed, and I still have the scar on my elbow to prove it.”

You turned to him, looked at each other for a few seconds and it suddenly turned into an impromptu staring contest, both of you bursting out into laughter when a speck of dirt flew into Jisung’s eye which caused him to lose. You quickly helped him though, sliding into his lap to face him, wiping the falling tears away until you got the speck of dirt out.

“Well that was unlucky,” he said with a laugh, swatting your hands away from his face. “You win this time, idiot. Now, get off, you’re heavy.”

“Rude,” you scoffed, slipping back into your spot on the sofa. You took a look at your phone again and grinned. “Next question, ‘when was the last time you’ve kissed, on the lips?’”

“Oh gosh, why do you guys want to know so much about us kissing?” Jisung said, making a face when he saw the list of questions in your phone. He leaned forward and looked straight into the camera. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes again, pulling the boy back by his collar and he pretended to choke, snickering when you jumped. You hit his head with the phone in your hands. “Idiot. It’s not like we’ve been kissing anyways. Damn, who’d want to kiss you?”

“Excuse me?!”

You snorted, patting Jisung’s head to calm him down. “Joking. Kinda. Now, this is because I mentioned we never kissed, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean we never kissed?” Jisung scoffed. “We literally talked about our first kiss minutes ago. You really do have the memory of a gold fi— ow!”

“Idiot,” you shook your head, rubbing the spot on his arm that you just punched. “Name the last time we kissed then.”

“That was like seven… years ago,” Jisung said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “When we were 11… in the summer of 2013…”

“And there’s your answer,” you said, lifting you hands up in exasperation. You tsked and looked back to your phone. “Now, next—”

“Okay, hold up,” Jisung said, fidgeting with his fingers. You looked up at him and he puffed his pink cheeks out. He was nervous. “I have a… serious question here…”

You nodded and took his hands in yours when he began bringing it up to his mouth to nibble at. “Go on.”

“Why- why don’t we kiss?” he asked, quiet enough that you had to lean in to hear him, only making his heart beat faster. “Like… on the- on the lips and all, you know?”

He let out a small, nervous chuckle and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I- I don’t know… do you not want to kiss me?”

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to reply, but closed it back when his cheeks reddened even more. He looked away, mumbling. “But I- I do… don’t you?”

He looked back up shyly to see the rare sight of your flushed cheeks and you cough. “I- I do too, so…”

You met his eyes, an unasked question hanging in the small space between the two of you. He gulped, nodding as he leaned into you. He turned and his nose bumped into yours. He locked eyes with you once more to make sure, but instead of nodding like he expected you to, you closed your eyes and finally let your lips touch his.

He hummed in surprise, eyes wide at the abruptness of it all, but they soon fluttered to a close, returning the kiss as gently as he could. Your fingers threaded through his hair and his just simply caressed your face, large hands covering most of the kiss from the forgotten camera in front of you.

You pulled away when the feeling became too intense, still quite unused to it, and it suddenly became difficult for you to look at each other in the eyes, the air around you somehow different.

“That… that…” you struggled to form words, your lips still tingling from the foreign form of affection that they felt, your face still burning from his touch.

“I- I think I liked it,” Jisung whispered, a small smile on his flushed face. He snuck a glance over to you, reveling in the state he left you in, pride sneaking into his head and inflating his ego, knowing he was the only one who could fluster you to this extent.

“You think?” you whispered back, meeting his eyes only to look away again.

“W- well, I won’t know for sure unless I’ve tried it enough,” he said, face already beginning to near yours again. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the—

“Hey, kids~” a singsong voice called from across the room. “The camera’s still rolling~”

“Oh, shit, r- right,” you stuttered, stumbling to get up on your wobbly legs, feeling as if they’ve turned to jelly just by his words. “Th- thanks, Hyuck!”

“No problem,” the older boy winked, eyeing the stumbling mess the two of you were left in, dismantling the set as quickly as you could, not even trying to mask the excitement you felt. He chuckled. “I’d edit all… that out if I were you, Y/nnie.”

“Y- yeah,” you mumbled, nearly bumping into Jisung, who carried the tripod away and saved the ringlight you held in your buttery fingers. “Oh, thanks, oh God, why am I like this.”

“That’s called love, Y/nnie~” Haechan grinned, beginning to walk out now. “You’re still gonna film the Q & A though, right?”

“That… can wait,” you breathed out, gaze falling onto Jisung who fumbled with all the tangled wires. You looked back to Haechan, who gave you a knowing smirk. “Right now, we’ve got more important things to do.”

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jjmaebank · 5 years ago

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Amnesia - JJ Maybank

a/n: this is based off the classic song Amnesia by 5sos, I'm sorry but I'm acc tempted to write so many more purely based on 5sos songs cuz there r so many GEMS. this one’s just a classic and this album reminds me of my childhood jfskk

LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING (if you want lol)

Flashbacks are in italics!!

warnings: sad :((

Words: 2.8k

[GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO OWNER]

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

JJ would drive by the beach every day just to get a glimpse at your special spot through the car window. When you first left he would sit there for hours, running his fingers through the sand that the two of you would lie on as you stared at the stars. He would sit there for hours hoping that maybe if he stayed there long enough you would appear next to him. He would sit there remembering the countless times you spent getting wasted and talking about stupid things.

“Don’t you think that there are enough cows in the world for them to coordinate a mass uprising against the meat industry?” You asked as you stared up at the star scattered sky.

JJ chuckled as he stared at you with absolute adoration.

“Babe, cows aren’t humans...they can’t coordinate a global rebellion,” he laughed, his eyes never leaving your face as you scrunched up your nose in protest.

“But they did it in Animal Farm,” you pouted, the alcohol had really clouded your logic.

“What the hell is Animal Farm?” JJ asked, still smiling at your passion for social justice.

“Oh, I forgot you don’t read,” you teased, turning your head to meet his gaze.

JJ rolled his eyes and began to tickle you in response causing you to erupt into fits of giggles.

“Why would I read when I have you to give me in depth summaries of every book in the world,” he smirked, continuing to tickle you.

Your laughter. It hurt him to even remember the sound, but every time he cracked a joke with the pogues he wished he could hear it again. He wished he could watch the way your dimples showed and your eyes crinkled as you burst into a fit of laugher. He wished he could watch the way one of his jokes sent you into hysterics to the point you were holding your stomach, to the point you were out of breath. But he also wished he could forget.

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted.

Your last kiss. It was breathtaking. You’d spent the whole day out on the water with the pogues, swimming, snorkelling, soaking up the sun. JJ remembered this day as one of the most epic days of pogue history; it was the last time you were all together as one, as one big happy family. He remembered the overwhelming feeling of pride he had as he watched you beat Pope in a shotgunning challenge.

“That’s my girl!” He yelled as you downed the beer and smashed the can down on the boat as Pope continued struggling with his.

You smiled and hopped on his lap, giving him a quick peck as you celebrated being the coolest girlfriend anyone could ever have.

You were his soulmate, or that’s what it felt like, for him at least.

He remembered walking you back to your house on The Cut that night, your fingers interlaced as your hands swung with your steps.

“Today was amazing,” you smiled, masking a sadness that JJ hadn’t noticed at the time.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” JJ smiled, tracing small patterns on your right cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his touch, knowing it would be one of the last you experienced, but you didn’t want to spoil this perfect moment.

JJ leaned in, connecting his lips with yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. But you immediately grabbed him and brought him closer, increasing the intensity of the kiss knowing it might be your last. Your lips tasted like your strawberry flavoured lip balm, but with a slightly salty tang from the sea, and he loved it.

Your lips glided against each other in such harmony it was as if everything about the two of you was meant to be. Your fingers ran through his locks of blonde hair, tugging at the nape of his neck. He responded by hooking his fingers in the loops of your jean shorts and pulling you against him.

Eventually, you pushed yourself away from him gently and smiled.

“Goodnight, babe,” you smiled.

“I love you (Y/N),” JJ whispered into your hair as he pulled you in for a hug, not knowing that his words had almost made you cry into his shirt.

“I love you too, JJ Maybank,” you responded, knowing it would probably be the last time he believed you when you said it.

And even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you?

It had been a year; a whole year since you’d left. You’d come back to the Outer Banks a few times during the holidays to visit your parents, but you’d never once gone to see him. You had a new boyfriend. JJ had seen him a few times the one time you brought him home with you. He knew he was biased but he didn't like the look of him, he reminded him of Rafe Cameron and he couldn't comprehend why you’d done what you did just to end up with him.

JJ would watch you from afar, making awkward eye contact whenever you ran into him at The Wreck, but neither of you had the courage to say anything. It had been a year but JJ could still read your emotions from a mile away. You looked lonely, abandoned, lost. At least that was what he kept telling himself like a mantra to stop him from breaking down or punching something every time he saw you.

However, he would ask Kie how you were every time you left and she would be brutally honest and tell him you seemed like you were doing fine. And every time he heard those words it would break him a little bit more.

When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? Cause I’m not fine at all.

JJ remembered the first time he heard him talk to you like that, like you were nothing. You’d accidentally spilt your drink on him at the Wreck and you’d started laughing about it as you would’ve with JJ.

“What the fuck!” He yelled.

“Babe, it’s just soda,” you giggled.

“Yeah and it’s gonna stain my new fucking shirt,” he growled, “god you’re so fucking clumsy.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, but JJ knew that his words had more effect than you lead on.

JJ had stood up from his chair to go confront the asshole but John B grabbed him by his shirt and sat him back down.

“Don’t, JJ...” John B said sadly, knowing it hurt his best friend to see the girl he loved with someone else, but he knew that if he involved himself with you right now it would only hurt him more.

JJ would lay in his bed and wonder how it was possible that you could be so...normal, so okay, so fine. It made his heart ache as he realised what the two of you had must have been a complete and utter lie. There was no way you could just forget about what the two of you had unless it never meant anything to you in the first place.

He would go through periods of hating you, punching the walls in his room and screaming as he convinced himself you’d lied to him the whole time. His life at home hadn't got any better, but at least he could say his father’s punches didn't hurt anymore. The pain was nothing compared to the hole you’d left in his heart. He would take a thousand beatings if it meant he could have you back. But you were fine, and he was far from it.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them Like every single wish we ever made

JJ would replay the moment you left over and over again, trying to fathom how you could have done such a thing to him, the person you claimed to love most.

JJ heard a knock at his door. His dad wasn’t home, but he could come back at any moment, so naturally he was concerned as to why anyone would come see him when he was the one trying to escape this household.

“(Y/N)?” JJ asked, confused as to why you were stood on his porch. “What are you doing here? You know it’s not safe.”

The concern that laced his voice made your heart break as you dreaded what was about to escape your mouth.

“We need to talk...” you replied sadly.

JJ’s heart rate went up. Those words never lead to anything good. He observed your facial expression but you were stoic, the only hint to how distraught you were being the faint dark circles under your eyes that showed you hadn't slept. And you hadn’t. Not a wink.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” JJ asked, the concern in his voice even more evident, except his concern had shifted from your safety to whatever you were about to tell him.

“I-I have to tell you something,” you confessed.

JJ ushered you into his room and sat you down on the edge of his bed, sitting down by your side.

“What is it? You can tell me anything,” JJ continued, being the loving boyfriend that he was.

He had no idea what was coming for him.

“I’m...I’m leaving, JJ,” you sighed, your voice shaking as you feared his response. He tended to lash out when his emotions got the best of him.

“Leaving? What do you mean? Like for a bit?” JJ spouted questions, hope still laced in his voice.

“No, JJ...for quite a while,” you said, the tears that you were holding back finally escaping.

JJ’s eyes widened, his hands balled up into fists.

“W-what?” He choked, tears of his own brimmed his eyes.

“I got this amazing opportunity to study in Europe,” you continued. “I know I’d planned on going to UNC Chapel Hill so I’d be closer to home but I applied for their semester abroad programme not thinking I’d actually get it.”

At this point you were speaking too fast for JJ to even comprehend what you were saying. In fact, he wouldn't have been able to even if you’d spoken slowly.

“A semester, that’s not long?” JJ asked, some hope resurfacing.

“I know and that’s why I applied for a semester but they said they can only offer me the year abroad programme...” you explained, crushing his remaining hope.

“And you’re taking it?” JJ asked angrily, the skin on his knuckles going white from how hard he was clenching his fists.

“J...I have to...you know it’s my dream to study in Paris,” you said, going to rest your hand on his.

He pulled away from your touch instantly, causing your heart to sink.

“How long have you known?” He asked, looking down at the floor.

“Not that lon-” you started before JJ stood up angrily.

“How goddamn long, (Y/N)!” He yelled, looking down at you.

“3 months,” you whispered, letting another tear fall down your cheek.

All you wanted in this moment was for JJ to wipe your tears gently and caress you, hold you, but he couldn't even look at you right now, let alone touch you.

“3 fucking months?!” He yelled, his rage consuming him and anger clouding his vision.

He immediately turned to his wall and punched it with all his force causing a deafening cracking noise.

“JJ your hand!” You exclaimed as you stood up, knowing that was the sound of a bone or two breaking.

“I don't give a shit about my hand right now, (Y/N)!” He turned around to face you.

His eyes had gone dark and his lip was trembling. You did this, and you hated yourself for it.

“How could you keep this from me for 3 months?” JJ’s voice cracked, his own tears finally escaping.

You went to wipe them but again, he flinched away from your touch.

“I wanted this summer to be great, epic even! And it was, JJ it was... like yesterday on the boat, that was one of the best days of my life! I didn’t want it to be ruined by the fact I was leaving,” you cried, your mascara starting to run down your face.

“But it was all a fucking lie, (Y/N)! You do realise that right?” JJ continued shouting, this time tugging at his hair angrily as he paced around his room. It broke you to see him like this but you were the only one to blame.

“Don’t say that J...that’s not true...”

“You don’t get to say that! You knew you were spending your last moments with us, with me. I didn’t!” He yelled, glaring at you. And for the first time ever he looked at you with what looked like resentment, hate.

“Did you just expect me to be fine with this, with you just dropping this on me out of the blue?” He continued.

“No, I didn’t,” you whispered, “but I didn’t want our last summer to have an expiration date on it you know...”

“That is so unbelievably selfish, (Y/N),” JJ stated, his words cutting like knives.

“You’re fucking SELFISH,” he continued, causing more tears to pour down your face.

“JJ please don’t say that...I did this for us, so you could remember us happily!” You sobbed.

“Well you did an excellent job at that, well done,” JJ laughed sarcastically, clapping his hands in a fake applause, “because this isn’t sad at all right?!”

“J-” you started, your whole body shaking at this point.

“No,” he said, “just get out.”

“What?” You whispered, looking at the boy you loved who couldn't even look you in the eyes for more than a second.

“I said get out,” he repeated.

“JJ please, I don’t want us to end like this!” You pleaded, your throat closing up feeling as though it was wrapped in barbed wire.

“I said GET OUT!” He yelled, tears streaming down his face, his voice coated in pain. He hated how he was acting towards you and he knew he’d regret it but he couldn’t look at you. He didn't want to hear your voice right now.

You nodded sadly, wiping your tears, your mascara now smeared on your face and coating your fingers.

“I love you...” you said gently.

You waited a moment to see if he would respond, but he remained silent, refusing to look at you. You sighed in defeat before walking out of his room and out of his life.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape

‘Cause I’m not fine at all

That day was scarred into JJ’s mind. There was nothing he regretted more than the way he had acted. He still didn’t understand why you’d hidden it, he would’ve been upset at first, but ultimately he would’ve cherished every day with you even more. But he knew you weren’t selfish, and he knew you didn't mean to hurt him. You were trying to protect him and your last moments together. He still thought you’d gone about it the wrong way and in some ways you did too, but what was done was done. He simply wished he’d had the self control to keep himself from saying the things he did, and to say the things he didn’t.

He never told you he loved you back. That was his biggest regret. He never said goodbye. That was his next regret. You’d left for Paris two weeks after you told him about your year abroad programme there. Two weeks. He could’ve spent every minute of those last two weeks with you, but instead he spent it alone, avoiding you at all costs. His pride stopping him from apologising and his pain stopping him from being around you at all.

It hurt him so much that you’d ended that way, and as much as he wanted to put the blame on you, he knew he played a part in it too. But it was too late to reverse the damage. All he longed for now was to forget. He’d spent a year hoping you would come back and hoping you could go back to being JJ and (Y/N), the power couple of the Outer Banks. But when you came back with him, he realised it was too little too late.

All there was left to do was erase you from his memory.

A/N: holy shit that made me SAD, amnesia is my cry song. FUCKSJF I'm sorry, but like at the same time I'm not cuz like I'm kinda proud of this

tagging some lovely people: @maybe-maybanks , @baby-bearie , @obx-sos , @drewtruly , @drewstarkey , @spilledtee , @thelocalpogue , @heliopvth , @jmaybank , @ruelstyles , @jjmaybanky , @jjmayibeyoursbanks , @jjmayspanks , @ceruleanjj

#jj maybank #outer banks #obx #rudy pankow #outerbanks #jj obx #obx netflix #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj outer banks #jj x reader

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byunsbobobu · 4 years ago

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Blood Promise [ Chapter 5]

Vampire Baekhyun AU

Pairing; Twin Baekhyun/BaekBaëk/ Alana

Genre; vampire/ fantasy AU

Warnings; angst, intense language, name calling, mentions of blood, SMUT!!

Word Count: 7252 Prologue

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

{~Vampires falling in love with humans was forbidden. That is until 18-year-old Alana Davis moves to town and attends the new boarding school; Hallows Boarding School. Unaware that vampires exist and that the school is home to both Vampires and humans. On one late night Alana stumbles upon two brooding and mysterious twin brothers, but little did she know they would soon change her life. Will it be for the worse or the better?~}

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Previously

Wrapping the scarf around his bleeding shoulder Baëkhyun’s breath hitting your face as he watched me tie it while Baekhyun watched you help his brother. “Just keep pressing on it. It should help stop the bleeding for a little while to last you a little longer. I’m sorry this happened to you.” You rambled on as you tended to him. “If having to erase my memories from having met you guys to save your life I completely understand.” A tear rolls down my cheek yet again. Never in my life have I cried this much. It just seemed that I couldn’t stop crying over these two men that I had just met three weeks ago. Unable to control himself Baëkhyun takes his uninjured arm and slowly wipes the tear from falling down my cheek.

Looking him in the eyes from his sudden unexpected actions I finish up tying the scarf around his shoulder and move away from the close proximity of his face he muttered a quiet “Thanks” as I stared into his usual cold eyes, but this time they were no longer cold his eyes had a hint of appreciation in them and at this I gave him a small smile blushing looking down trying to hide it from their field of vison when suddenly I heard a menacing growl coming from my uncle pushing Baekhyun to the side causing him to hit a wall hard on falling to the ground. Baekhyun grunts looking up I yelp when he grabs me by my coat collar pulling me up to my feet moving my hair to the side tilting my head to examining my neck that I had forgotten Baekhyun had left a hickey there the other day.

“You let them do this to you.” He stared his hands coming around to grip my throat as he began to choke me lifting my feet off the ground. “

You are more like your aunt then I had ever imagined. I didn’t expect you to give into them so easily.”

“You are just as much of a filthy whore as she was”

I struggled in his grasp feet dangling in the air as I tried to fight for my freedom his grasp around my throat getting tighter every passing minute continuing to choke me. I begged him to stop tears running down my face. I looked a mess right now. My hair was everywhere. My uniform had small rips in places. Was this how I was going to die I thought? By the hands of my own uncle. Slowly feeling my eyes begin to close I start to see black you.

Who’s mark is this?” He asked, but I was unable to reply as I could speak.

“I will not have a vampire’s whore for a niece” He continued. Now choking and coughing.

“P-please u-uncle I c-can’t breathe”

“Maybe I should do the same as I did with your aunt hm?”

Starting to finally lose conscious I began to resist the urge to fight for my life. I then black out but not before hearing a faint, but husky voice in the background.

“LET HER GO”

and just like that you had blacked out......

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Present Day

Groaning I begin to feel myself waking up from my slumber. My eyes opening and closing. Finally, having opened my eyes completely staring up into the ceiling taking in my surroundings I notice that I’m not in my bedroom. I was in a dark room the only source of light coming from a dimly lit red light coming from the lamp near the end corner of the room. I start to panic as I begin to remember what happened just before I had blacked out. My uncle had me by the throat, and he was choking me to death. Tears started to well up in my eyes again. My heart beginning to ache. Looking over at the nightstand by your side the time read 3 am. How long have I been out, and where the hell I am I ? and who’s bed am I currently laying in right now. Slowly adjusting myself and eventually sitting up on the bed. The bed was facing towards a long glass mirror and in the reflection I let out a small gasp when I saw someone’s shadow form through the mirror sitting on a black leather chair. His legs were crossed both arms resting on the armrest of the chair as he stared at me through the mirror analyzing my every reaction waiting for me to wake up. Realizing I had noticed him the male uncrossed his legs and now bent over on the leather chair, his feet touching the ground as he stared down at the ground his hands joining into a fist.

Upon realizing who’s room I was in now my heart began to race in my chest again. I was in Baëkhyun’s room. How is he still alive I wonder. Last I remember before blacking out was him in a near death situation. Also, what had happened with Baekhyun? Was he okay? Why did he bring me here? Is he going to hurt me? All these thoughts started consuming my mind and they wouldn’t stop until a low groan left his lips silencing my thoughts.

“Took you long enough to wake up.”

“You know how much you talk in your sleep”

He spoke his voice deep husky voice filling up the entire room make you tense up.

“You human’s think too much. It makes my head hurt” He began, an irritated tone laced in his voice. At his words my mind wandered back to when I was crouched down on my knee’s tending to his injured shoulder which seemed perfectly fine now that I looked at him through the glass mirror and just cried over seeing him in pain. I remembered feeling his hot breath fanning my face as he watched me with careful and curious eyes as he wrapped the scarf around his bleeding shoulder. I also remember his change of character when he caught a tear rolling down my cheek his thumb stroking my cheek and lightly swiping the tear away, as he muttered a low “Thanks”. My heart started to flutter at the thought. I remembered his change of emotion from his usual cold blue eyes. I also remembered my uncle asking Baekhyun to erase my memories from having ever met the both of them, but since I am currently sitting here now in Baëkhyun’s room able to remember every detail of what happened just a few hours ago I’m guessing he hadn’t done it after all.

Getting the courage to finally speak you ask “ W-where am I ? what happened how did I get here” I asked looking around his surprisingly nice room. His room followed the theme of what looked like a Victorian master bedroom. His king-sized bed that I was currently sitting on silky black covers draping over my frail body was all around black with hints of dark red around the headboard of the bed. His room walls were painted a dark golden-brown color, as there was a beautiful chandelier almost the same color as his bedroom walls only a little lighter that hung high up on the ceiling. His room possessed smooth brown wooden floor as you kept scanning his room I began to see more hints of red decorated around his room. Thinking that red might’ve been his favorite color, by the looks of his room which included a red sofa placed near the large window that was currently covered by black drapes, a red chair closely placed near the king-sized bed. I was in complete awe of the room that I had forgotten where I was exactly. His voice snapping through my thoughts making me aware again of where I was.

“What’s it look like human?” He said answering my question I had asked a few minutes ago.

“You’re in my room, and I obviously saved your life from being strangled to death. The least you could do is thank me for saving your life human.” He spat his voice assertive and straight to the point cause a shiver to run up my spine and my heart to beat even faster than it already was.

Finally standing up from his black leather chair placed in the corner of the room near what looked like a closet. Straightening himself out he began to walk towards where I was seated on upon his bed. “You look awfully comfortable on my bed human” he begins to say as he continues on “You also think a lot when you’re asleep human you know that?” he finished catching me of guard at how close he now was to me. Hovering over me on the bed arms crossed as he scanned my shaky form from head to toe before sitting down again, but this time on the red velvet chair that was placed not too far from his bed.

“ You’re safe though. Thanks to me and my brother” he said no sense of emotion in his expressions nor his voice. I didn’t know if I felt safe in his presence at the moment.

Breaking the silence, I ask him to explain what exactly happened after I blacked out.

Throwing his leg over his other leg resting on his knee as he started at me with those cold emotionless blue eyes that seemed to have resurfaced on his stupidly attractive face. Quickly giving him a one look glance, I noticed in the meantime while I was asleep he had managed to change his outfit. Used to seeing him in his usual leather attire. I had begun to think that all he owned in his closet was leather, leather, and more leather, but this time Baëkhyun was no longer wearing leather. Instead he was now wearing just a plain black long-sleeved shirt. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up so that I was able to see his veiny arms making me shudder at the thought of what those arms strong arms could do to me if he really wanted, along with black pants and a nice pair of black shoes. His white hair framing his face falling over his face with a braid I hadn’t noticed before hanging over his shoulder, as that familiar silver chain once again rested over his nose and defined cheekbone. His sharp jawline and sinful red lips that had you licking your lips at the sight imagining what it would feel like to feel them pressed against my own set of lips. Unaware that I had been caught staring at him for a bit too long he snaps me out of my trance.

“ Can you not stare at me like that human?” He says rudely.

“ It makes me uncomfortable.” He says rolling his eyes.

Blushing from him catching me checking him out minutes ago I muster out a quick “I’m sorry” while looking down at my trembling fingers afraid to meet his piercing blue eyes that I could sense was staring straight at me.

Baëkhyun tilts his head to the side. Watching me fidget still oddly curious about me and why I wasn’t screaming for help and try to escape from him at this very moment. Any other sane human would be terrified and yet here she sat calmly on his bed.

“Are you not afraid?” Baëkhyun husky voice booms through the empty room.

Meeting his intimidating gaze, I stutter out “Huh?” I question him averting any possible way to look him in the eye unaware of what he meant by his question.

“Are you not afraid that I could hurt you?” He asks again slightly annoyed at having to repeat himself. This time a more demanding tone in his voice asking for your true answer. My heart caught in my throat. Palms beginning to sweat as your breathing began to become ragged. I didn’t want him to know that I was terrified of him at this very moment. I didn’t know what to expect to happen in the confines of his bedroom. If I tell him I am afraid of him he will getting a sense of satisfaction overhearing my answer, so I end up builded up some much courage and lied straight to his face.

“No, I’m not afraid of you” I said surprisingly calm without stuttering as I answered his question. Although the look on his face didn’t seem the least bit convinced of the answer I just gave him.

“You know…” He started shaking his head staring at you a low growl coming from his voice.

“One thing I hate with a passion are filthy liars” He said, your eyes widening in shock and fear.

Mustering up all the courage I had left I replied back to him.

“I’m telling the truth” trying to sound more convincing then the last time.

Baëkhyun now had a scow plastered all over his face. I slowly wished that I was seated in Baekhyun’s bed right at this very moment and not his jerk of brothers. At least he’s not as scary as Baëkhyun was so, you thought little did you know about the certain vampire’s darkest desires. Baëkhyun’s husky voice breaking me out of my thoughts once again.

“Come here…NOW!” He demanded. Gulping the saliva that had been building up in my throat as I started to shake my shoulders tensing up slightly at his angered voice.

“W-what?..” I made out.

“W-why? What are you going to do to me?” I asked him fear now laced in my voice telling him that at this moment I was in fact actually very afraid of him.

“Are you defying my orders human” He spit out. Pointing to the spot in front of where he sat on the chair an intimidating look on his face.

“Come here now”

“And DON’T make me repeat myself this time”

Deciding that it was better to listen to him and do what he says. I begin to make my way off his comfortable bed. Slowly throwing the silky black duvet covers off my body. Shivering due to the cold air from the room I look down at my body and realize I had been changed out of my school uniform remembering how it had been ruined. I was wearing what looked like a navy-blue silk night gown. Did he change me. Where did he get this from? At the thought of thinking about Baëkhyun looking at my body made me blush an indescribable feeling consuming me.

Nearing the edge of the bed Baëkhyun continued to watch me as I approached him the night gown riding up my thighs just a smidge enough for him to see more skin then he thought necessary. Shifting in his seat he continued to watch me. Pinching the bridge of his nose licking his lips hungrily as I became unaware of his heated gaze scanning down my body. Looking at me he takes his fingers and grazes his lips. The soles of my feet finally touching the cold surface of the floorboards I stood up straight. My night gown falling down my short frame leading past my mid-thigh, but still giving Baëkhyun a good display of them. Lowering my head and walking to finally stand in front of him I waited for his direction, or what he would do next. Tilting his head, he slowly stands up from his chair now hovering above me. Coming closer to me now so that I could feel his breath hitting my face. Still looking down at my feet feeling an intense aura around him. His woody scent filling my nostrils causing me to take an unintentional deep breath.

“Now as I was saying” He starts up again.

“I asked you a question and I need you to answer me.”

“I will say this one more time. The next time I won’t be so kind about it.” His eyes dark as he looked down at your petite form as you continued to avoid his gaze.

Taking my chin in his hand he tilts my head up to look him in the eyes

“Look at me when I talk to you” He goes on to say causing me to immediately listen to his wishes. His eyes lowering to my lips licking his lips quickly as he averted his gaze making his way to look back up my face again his piercing blue eyes causing my heart to beat frantically. You gasped at the look in his eyes. The emotions that clouded his usual cold eyes wasn’t there anymore but was replaced with a glint of something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The way he was staring at me squirm under his making me feel uneasy, but at the same time it had me clenching my thighs slightly together trying to subdue the aching feeling between them that I did not want to dwell on.

“Now…” he begins again his husky voice making goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“Are you afraid of me human? and don’t lie to me I can read your thoughts and sense your fear he says.”

“I can hear the sound of your beating heart meaning you are afraid, yet you are still here why?”

“I’m not afraid” you said again a bit more confident.

Leaning down to ear in my ear \ a shiver running down my spine as I felt his hot breath fanning the outer shell of my ear. His fingers wrapping around the base of my throat slightly squeezing my airway, but not completely that I couldn’t breathe. “I could drain you of your blood right now and nobody would be here to stop me. Not even my brother.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me” I say believing my words in some sort of way my eyes slightly squinting closed as I flinch when he drops his hold around my neck afraid of what he might do next.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t just hurt you.”

“I would kill you” His eyes shined with excitement as he looked at me now although deep down I couldn’t believe his words. If he truly wanted to kill me he would’ve done it by now.

Putting on a brave face and standing tall I look directly at him. Meeting his cold eyes before saying.

“Then why haven’t you?” I asked. Growling now his hands made its way back to grab my neck pushing my head to one side and yanking my hair to one side a bit roughly cause you to let out a strangled moan as he leaned back near my ear and whispered, his deep voice making you squirm under his grip. He chuckled right in my ear his breathing ghosting the side of my face.

“You must be an idiot” He begins

“ Challenging a powerful vampire like myself?”

“Do you know who you are talking to?” He asked his tone a bit harsh now.

“B-Baëkhyun” you answered him breathless as I whimpered as I felt his nose graze up my sensitive neck taking in my intoxicating scent stopping below my jawline and my jugular.

“That’s right.”

“And do you know what Baëkhyun does to stupid humans like yourself?” He rhetorically asks assuming I knew what he was hinting at gulping at his words as I shudder under his touch.

Whimpering he finally steps back from my neck. The grip around my throat also gone as he turned around leaving me in a daze as he sat back down in his chair in front of me.

A hint of a smirk on his face now uncrossing his legs. He plants both of his feet on the ground opening his legs wide adjusting his pants as he leaned back on the chair arms resting above him on the chair eyebrows slightly raised thinking about how he would handle me as he kept watching me squirmed under his excruciating gaze.

“Come a little closer now don’t act all scared now” at hearing this my feet moved on its own as if I wasn’t in control of my own body move closer towards him. I was on edge my body deceiving me as I let him tell me what to do. His posture and the look plastered on his face radiating so much dominance. Everything about this man made me want to submit to him and I had no clue why I felt this way over a murderous vampire.

Now standing in front of him as he looked me up and down I rolled my eyes

“What do you want from me?” I ask my voice unwavering.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me unless you want me to rip your pretty brown eyes out sweetheart.”

He says unfazed by his choice of words. Stiffening and apologizing to him he continues.

“I just want to talk.” He started up again.

“I realize that you and I didn’t start off on the greatest of terms” He said a sadistic smirk on his face.

“And I just wanted to thank you again…” He paused

“Thank me?” you asked confused.

“For what exactly?”

Throwing his head slightly back running his long and slender ringed fingers through his white hair he chuckled.

“For helping me yesterday of course.” He finished looking back up at you from where he sat a similar smug expression on his face as Baekhyun not like his usual self. Lowering my head once again trying to hide your now reddened cheeks from him. I didn’t him finding how much he already got under my skin want him, but it didn’t last long before he spoke again.

“I said look at me when I talk to you” He repeated a slight scowl displaying on his face again.

“S-sorry sir” I mumbled unable to control what fell past your lips. At the sounds of you calling him sir Baëkhyun stiffened his blue eyes clouded with a dark lustful expression a low growl emitting from his chest, his fangs threatening to come out from beneath his gums.

“What did you just call me?” He asks making me repeat what I had just called him.

“I-I said sorry sir” I repeated myself suddenly seeing a change of emotion in his eyes. What did I say wrong? I thought to myself unaware that Baëkhyun was turned on by me calling “Sir”

“Why?” He finally asked his chest rising and falling slowly breaking the awkward sexual tension between the both of us blurting out another series of questions.

“Why did you help me?” He continues.

“Don’t you see what I am?” He asks.

“ My brother and I have done nothing but torture you since the first day we laid eyes on you, yet you still went out of your way and helped me.” He said.

“You even cried. You humans are so weak with all your emotions.”

“So why?” He finishes.

Waiting for him to finish. Still staring straight at him afraid to look away so he wouldn’t get mad again from looking away from him I answer honestly.

“I don’t know” You started.

“You were screaming in agony.”

“You were hurting. I thought you were going to die.” You admitted

Clearing his throat, he speaks. “I would’ve healed. I’m a vampire remember?” He said flashing his two set of fangs coming out from underneath his gums reminding you of what he truly is. A creature of the night that prey on blood.

“My uncle had poisoned the blade when he stabbed you. I was just trying to help as much as I could.” I said my voice breaking as my resolve started to breakdown.

“It was a test.” He said and this caught me by surprise. Unexpecting this answer from him.

“A test?” I asked shocked. Had everything been a set up to see how I would react. I couldn’t believe it. They tricked me.

“Fucking vampires” I mumbled under my breath hoping he hadn’t heard me, but unfortunately his heightened senses and because of his supernatural powers he caught what I had said leading him to say what he said next.

“Watch that mouth of yours or I’ll put something in it that will make you shut right up.” He blurted out a sadistic smirk on full display on his face once again. Eyes widening catching his drift of what he meant by that my heartbeat pounding in my chest that I’m sure he could also sense.

“Was everything a test?” I asked him afraid of his answering. He smirked leaning forward on his chair hands resting on his knees his head tilting up just a little bit so that he was meeting my own gaze.

“Not everything of course.” He answered.

“The part where he killed his wife and ended up turning us into vampires for revenge on our father was all true unfortunately.” He said a look of sorrow on his face, but quickly vanishing before I could say something about his sudden saddened state. “We also didn’t plan on your uncle choking the living shit out of you after he saw the mark my brother left on your neck.” He said as his eyes darkened again at the mention of Baekhyun’s love bite that was still evident on my neck, but slowly fading now.

“The poison on the blade was a set up to trick me, but why?” I asked confused and hurt at this revelation.

“ Your uncle wanted to test you.”

“To see if you would act on your instincts and try to save one of us.” He continued on explaining the full story to me.

“Now unfortunately. It was poisoned, but nothing that only lasted a couple hours a small dosage of vervain. It weakens a vampire, but not to the point of killing them unless put in a house trapped full of the damn thing.”

“We also didn’t know which one of us would be the one getting stabbed.” He then looked down to the floor suddenly. “Your uncle talking about my father in such a disgusting way enraged me” he continued. “I didn’t know what he would say to you to cause us to react, and you fell right into his stupid trap, because of me I just couldn’t bare the cause of your death being my fault.” He said now looking back up at me meeting my curious eyes while listening to him speak. My heart pounding in my chest, as he told me the reason of saving me.

“Ans then you started blabbering and crying” He said.

“Why were you crying?” He asked again.

“Did you really think I was going to die?” He asked studying your reactions

“I don’t know why I started to cry.” Averting his eyes looking at the ground.

“I couldn’t control my own body.” I admitted.

“Before I knew it I was screaming and on my knees trying to help you.”

“I know this must sound crazy, but I had to do it okay.” I finished

“now can I please leave I’ve answered everything you need to know” I told him.

“You uncle was right” He smirked “You really are attracted to us aren’t you?” He said as I suddenly felt his rough, yet soft cold hands run up my right arm causing goosebumps to rise on my skin, and he sensed it. Not moving an inch as he ran his hands up my arm. “Please” I begged tears starting to well up in my eyes again. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oooh I’m not going to hurt you” He began. “Unless you want me to” he stated rather bluntly as he winked at you somehow blushing at his statement.

“I just wanted to figure out the reason why you chose to help me, so I can show my gratitude.” His sadistic yet charming smirk back on his face.

Rolling my eyes again unintentional “Well now you know” my tone slightly annoyed now at his teasing manner. He said in a mocking tone cocking an eyebrow up at you as he continued to stroke your arm taking my wrist in his palm turning it to face inwards as he pressed his soft lips on the vein of my wrist. A whimper escaping your lips.

“Baekhyun was right” He began to say.

“You really are a feisty one”

“It’s a good thing I asked him to let you sleep in my room tonight.” He smirked up at me.

“Afterall after what I went through I deserve it don’t you think?” He said his tone cocky now unlike his usual cold tone of voice.

Letting out a deep breath removing his hand from stroking my arm he leans back against his chair. Patting his right thigh, he asks.

“Come sit over here why won’t you?” He asked an excited glint in his eyes.

Still looking at him. His eyes watching me carefully as I approached him eventually sitting right on his thigh as he asked. Taking his teeth between his lips and biting his lips looking down at you sitting on him. His hand come to wrap around my waist pressing my back against his chest. My breath hitches at the feeling of his fingers grazing up underneath my night gown as his hands made way up my back trailing his fingers down to my covered ass sending tingles all over my body. He caressed my bum and suddenly groped it sending a slap to it causing me to yelp in surprise. Biting my lip trying to suppress a small moan to escape my lips. He sensed how arousal from where his hands touched, and he chuckled.

“You really are naughty.” He says catching me off guard at his choice of words.

“H-huh” you made out.

“Letting my fondling with your perky ass” He said biting down on his lip again his fangs visible to the naked eye.

Moving closer now to my ear his hot breath fanning the side of my face as I tried to look away from him. Embarrassed by the situation he had me in. Blowing down on my ear biting down and gently pulling it between his teeth the tip of his fangs grazing the outer part of my ear causing me to let out a surprising squeal. Pressing my legs together again I whimpered hoping it would help the throbbing from in between my legs to stop. Baëkhyun looking down senses the desperation and attention I craved from him.

“You want know something human” He begins whispering in my ear. Distracted from his voice in my ear I hadn’t realized his hand starting to moving up my inner thigh and that caused me to moan again at the feeling of his hands on me as he pushed up my night gown exposing my thighs to his liking. “How I want to leave fang marks all up your inner thighs” he says staring at your pale legs licking his lips hungrily.

“I know what you want little human.”

“I can read your mind” he says his husky voice making it worse on my part.

“I know your deepest DARKEST desire that you so willingly try to lock away in that pretty like head of yours.” He continues his hands going up my thigh more. Suddenly feeling him squeezing it sending a slap to my inner thigh I gasp a moan coming right after.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about” I say unable to concentrate when he begins to lean into my neck again. His other hand moving my hair to the other side of my face as he stares at the beating pulse on my neck that he so desperately craved to sink his teeth into. His hand tilting my head slightly to the side to better help him get a better angle to look at it. He slowly leans in and licks a strip up my sensitive neck causing me to gasp my hands gripping his arm roaming closer to my aching core where I so desperately needed him but didn’t want to give in as I try my hardest to pull his hand away. He then nips near below my jawline. Not enough to pierce through my sink, but enough to leave a little mark as he continued to tease me leaving me squirming on his thigh. My arousal making me feel uncomfortable as I began to slowly rock my hips on his thigh unconsciously needing to feel something down there.

Detaching his teeth from your neck he moves his lips to graze your ear again his husky voice causing you to go crazy. “What do we have here?” He asks in a mocking tone.

“Are you that desperate to get off that your humping my thighs” he teases.

“I can smell the arousal off of you. It’s intoxicating do you know that Alana” He says.

Him calling you by my first name and not “human” causing me to ride his thigh a little faster causing me to let out a couple moans as he looked down at my movements watching me get off on just his thigh. Slightly flexing the muscle of his thigh looking at me with a lustful stare I moan as I feel it press up to my now heated core.

“The urge I have right now to just sink my teeth into your pretty little neck and drink your blood. While I watch you ride my thigh is making my cock hard.

“It really drives a vampire like myself crazy you know that?” He asks again rhetorically knowing you wouldn’t answer to busy focusing on getting your release.

“but I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?” he chuckles.

“Man, I wish Baekhyun could see you like this.” He starts.

“So needy. Your uncle would kill me right now if he knew what I was letting you do right now.”

“Technically I was supposed to bring you to your dorm and never speak to you again.”

“Your ass of an uncle’s orders, but watching you wither like this over me. I don’t think I can do that.” He finishes

Cheeks flushed chest rising and falling. Eyes closed as he continued his teasing ministrations. Feeling your juices through the fabric of my underwear Baëkhyun senses it. A possessive growl emitting from his chest

“You’re so wet”

“Do you want me to help you with that?” He asks? Already knowing your answer.

“Please” I beg him unable to control myself anymore or my thoughts. All I could think about was the aching feeling of my core as I seeked for my release ,and you needed him to do something about it. You didn’t care what the cost might be in the future.

“Soo willing.”

“You really are a slut aren’t you” His hands now finding their way to my soaked underwear, as he begins to rub my clit slowly my juices coating the fabric. Suddenly pinching my clit making me jolt up letting out a strangled moan. Baëkhyun was now pressed up behind me his chin placed on my shoulder as he watched his fingers rub me through my underwear as I began to shake losing myself in the pleasure of his fingers as I laid my head back against his shoulder eyes screwed shut as he continued his ministrations.

“Fuck that’s so hot” He says lowering lips back onto my neck trailing down kisses as he nips on my skin here and there.

“I was going to make you beg a little more, but I think I’ll save that for another time” He stated

“Because watching you so willingly submit to me is just too tempting to resist.” Suddenly his hands made it’s was into my underwear and I cry out at the feeling of his hand cupping my sec letting out a whimper. The sensation of his cold rings causing me to moan as he slid his fingers between my wet slit before he curls his fingers inserting two slender fingers into me. Mouth forming into an “O” shape I gasp the feeling of his fingers pumping fast inside of you. All that’s heard in the room was the sound of my wet pussy as he plunged his fingers deep in and out and of me the sounds sinful.

“Fuck your clenching so tightly around my fingers.”

“Do you like that slut.”

“You like my fingers fucking your pretty little pussy.”

“You must cause your clenching around them.”

“I just want to taste you” He says as his fingers curl inside of you hitting a different angle inside of me that makes my toes curl.

“I won’t do it unless you ask me to” He says causing me to let out a moan in between sentences.

“Please Baëkhyun” I beg unaware of what I was asking for from him.

“What do you want?” He asks his hot breath fanning the shell of my ear as he thrusts his fingers into me now at a relentless pace that has me screaming his name.

“I want you…” I began but got get cut off again by another moan escaping past me.

“Fuck. Baekhyun would be so mad at me right now for touching you like this without him being around to see.” At that I immediately clenched around his fingers my orgasm so close as I feel felt him smirk against my neck.

“Oooh you like the thought of that don’t you.”

“You want him to see you like this?”

“All spread out”

“Legs wide open as your seated on my thigh while your greedy cunt takes my fingers” at that suddenly you feel him add a third finger into your now dripping wet pussy.

“Baëk- oOoh” I moaned out the squelching sounds of my pussy driving him wild.

“You going to cum all over my fingers slut?” he asks.

“Y-yes yes” you say in between screaming his name your back arching a little as you now began to ride his fingers. I never knew someone calling me such degrading names would turn me on as much as it was right at this moment with Baëkhyun whispering it in my ear.

“This is my show of appreciation to you Alana.”

“For attempting to save my poor life”

He says as I was so close to reaching my peak. I suddenly shivered as I felt him graze his sharp teeth against my shoulder.

“Next time I won’t be so nice to let you cum”

I moaned at that adjusting myself on his lap so this his fingers could reach deeper as I tilted my neck out to him so that he could do as he pleased with my body.

“Please” I begged again unsure of what I was begging for again.

“What do you want?” So close. I was on cloud nine at the pleasure I was receiving, but I still felt like i needed something else to help drive me to the edge of my orgasm.

“Please just bite me” I finally answered giving in to my desires of having his teething sinking into me.

“I want to feel you. Please I can’t hold on any longer.”

“You’ll regret you ever said that little human” He stated. Not giving me any time to rethink my answer as I felt him start to kiss an area around my shoulder prepping me for what was to come. His teeth grazing the area as he opened his mouth and suddenly sunk his teeth into my flesh and just like a jolt of electricity I felt his fangs sink in making me cum all over his fingers and he drank my blood. Moaning in between licking and sucking the blood from my shoulder. I began to convulse my legs shaking at the overstimulation of his fingers riding out my orgasm as his fangs were still embedded deep into me. Detaching his fangs from my shoulder he starts to kiss his way up my shoulder to my neck. Placing a kiss on the pulsing vein before he plunged his teeth yet again into me. I moaned at the sensation eyes closing as he marked my skin. Sensing that he had enough and that I had finished riding out my high he took his teeth from out my neck removing his fingers from inside me kissing my injured neck lightly licking it up and muttering a quick.

“My powers will reduce the pain from where my fangs had plunged into” He said

“Wow” I said eyes glazed as I stared at him. His lips covered with now with my blood as he licked it clean.

“Delicious” he said that sadistic smirk back on his face causing me to roll my eyes again.

“What did I say about rolling those eyes at me” He snapped and suddenly he was back to his old ways although a playful smirk displayed on his face this time.

“I could never have enough of that” He stated honestly.

Removing me from sitting on his lap making me stand back on my two feet. Sensing my weakened state from just having had my blood drank and just having a mind blown orgasm just from his fingers, he gets up he walks me to lay back down on his bed.

“You should get some rest.” He began the bed dipping a bit as he now sat at the edge of his bed. Tracing his fingers lightly around where his teeth had just been. Wincing at his touch.

“I drank more then I intended.” Giving him a reassuring smile that I was okay my eyes slowly started to close as I began to drift off to a peaceful sleep, as the vampire hovering above me continued to watch me drift off. Mumbling under his breath

“Baekhyun is going to kill me when he sees those” He smirks appreciating the marks he left on my neck and shoulder feeling proud of himself, and as if timing couldn’t have been better on his side Baekhyun pounded on the other side of the door.

“Baëkhyun what are you doing in there?”

“Why did I hear screaming?”

“Is the girl okay?” and with that Baëkhyun smiles looking down at her sleeping form looking back at the door and answering his brother on the other side.

“We are okay brother.”

“The little human was just having a little nightmare.” A sadistic smirk on his face as he noticed his brother falling for his lie, and just like that Baëkhyun walked towards his door turning the nob stepping out of his room, but not before glancing back at her leaving her to sleep alone in his bed as he is met with his brother who was pouting on the other side of his door arms crossed around his chest.

“Must’ve been some nightmare” Baekhyun says before they both walk down the hallway of the mansion.

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penny44224 · 4 years ago

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I'm home

(It’s been a while I hope you like it😫)

Drinking your freshly brewed coffee as you sat in your office while observing the outside scenery from the window. It’s been exactly five years since you have been married to Chris or formally known as Bang Chan from Stray Kids. What started as a random encounter turned into blissful romance.

You both fought hard to keep your relationship going from the company, parents, and of course the fans. But successfully, everyone saw how much your love for one other is and eventually let it be. This is what you wanted right, to finally be with Chan without second-guessing yourself. So why are you unhappy. The public thinks you guys are living the happy married life together, but in private, you guys were struggling. To start it off, Bang Chan still works for JYP. Meaning, he lives in Seoul while he also lives in Australia which is where you live. You’ve been pushing about wanting to start a family with him ever since you guys got married but the long-distance is becoming a real issue.

You knew how much he loved his career and you support him fully without a doubt. But you couldn’t take it. Because to be honest, you were just lonely. It’s been 8 months since the last time you guys saw each other, felt each other, and kiss each other. You longed for him physically but you knew it wasn’t you say so. You accepted the long distance while you guys were dating but now being married, it was a different story.

Last night, you decided to call him up but that was a horrible idea. You just wanted to check up on him, but it escalated to an intense argument. The last thing you remember is him saying to you, “why the fuck am I still with you!” You never felt so broken that you barely got sleep last night.

Now you're in your office, trying your best to get through the day. On cue, that’s when your coworkers, Lia, Beth, and Maxine came in.

“Y/N did you not see my text messages I sent you!” said Lia

“Oh I’m sorry I haven’t been on my phone” you replied quietly

The girls were always used to your uplifting spirit but notice a sad tone in your voice

“Hey honey you ok?” Beth asked walked closer to you

That’s when finally last night’s emotion hit you. You started brawling in front of your friends while they immediately comfort you. You began to tell them everything that has happened.

“Oh my goodness, I never knew you were dealing with this sweetie,” Maxine says as she hugs you

“I don’t know what to do anymore, does he even love me or are we just staying together because of how hard we fought to be together, “ you say as more tears begin to fall down your cheek

“Don’t say that girl, you know he loves you melanin and all! You guys fought because of how much you love each other. That’s what matters” Maxine states

“But I can’t believe he said that to you, he knows I will literally go to Seoul to beat his ass up!” Lia replied which made you guys giggle

“Exactly go book a flight now and a hotel too” Beth added

“Oh guys stop,” you say now laughing as the tears start to dry

”You know what we can do to cheer you up!” Lia gasped

The girls looked at each other unsure

”THE CLUB” Lia yelled excitedly

”oh my goodness yasss, we can go to the one that just opened!” Beth added

” Uhh guys I'm not sure going to the club will help my problem,” y/n said

”Trust us y/n, the more you stress, the more you will become depressed. So let just let go for one night. ” Maxine says sweetly

You did want to forget about what happened last night so you agreed

”yayyy we gonna party!” Lia jumped up and down

”umm guys, is it ok if I invite Susie, you know she's new to town and I want to show her around,” Beth asked

”of course, she can come” you answered unaware of the butterfly effect you just created

After two hours of getting ready, you examined your self in the mirror. Your hair was up in a high ponytail, smokey face look, a strapless burgundy dress that hugged your curves and lace heels.

”Your gonna have a fun night,” you tell yourself as you hear beeping outside

As you guys were at the club, the girls literally on cloud nine. But you were still in your mood because of what Chan said. That's when Susie, the coworker came over to you

”Hey I heard what happened to you,” Susie said

”of course you did, Beth has a big mouth,” you said rubbing your forehead

”Heyy you need a drink, I'll go get one for you ” She winked and left before you can decline her suggestion

As Susie received your drink, she turned around (with her back facing you ) and dropped a small pill inside of it. When the pill dissolved she walked right toward you

”Here this will help you to let loose” Susie says as she hands you your drink

Your mind was screaming at you don't do it. But you just want to let go of all this hurt you were feeling.As you finished the drink, a rush of adrenaline took over your body in an instant.

After at least ten minutes, you were dancing on top of the bar table while the crowd cheers you on too. Your friends taking videos of you while hyping you up. That when you saw a man from across the room looking at you. The way he stared at you made you dance sexier. He began to smirk and lick his lips at you. Enjoying the effect you had on him, you got off the bar table.

”Girl what was that, you were killin it,” Lia said chapping her hands

” You said get loose so I'm doing exactly that. ” you said flipping your ponytail as you walk toward the mysterious man

As you walked toward him, he stands up from his seat. You got a good look at him, muscles trying their best out hold inside his button-up shirt, hair perfectly styled, and a smile that can light up the room.

”What's your name, handsome?” you asked

”B/W (your bias wrecker) ” he said with a smile

” mmm, you wanna dance,” you said stretch your arm out to him

He took it as you brought him to the center of the dance floor. You two began dancing for quite a while until the DJ started to play slow R&B aka sexual music. (B/W) held your waist and brought you closer to him. You felt everything as his body and your body closed the gap between you too. The feeling was addicting as you feel his lips shadow your neck and bulge on your thigh. You look up at him slowly to meet his eyes. Once both of your eyes met, all you saw was darkness and lust

As you open your eyes, you began stretching. But that's when you felt immediately nauseous, jumped out of bed, and sprinted to the bathroom. After throwing up for the fourth time. You tried reaching for the toilet paper where you usually put it but all you felt was a wall. That when your senses hit you, this wasn't your house.

As you look around your surroundings., you realized. This was a hotel! Maybe the girls and I crashed her because we were so drunk. So you washed up and left the bathroom. As you were walking toward the bedroom, you halt your action immediately. You looked on the floor and saw clothes. But not only yours, male clothes too. So many thoughts filled your head as it pounds. You finally reached the bed and saw him, (B/W) sleeping peacefully yet naked. That when you started to remember everything last night. You felt can not be described. Guilt layer 1 You quickly put on your clothes, grabbed your phone and bolted out of the building.

As you reached home you hopped into the shower. You began to break down letting all last night's mistakes and your latest fight with Chan flood the shower. You cheated on your husband replied over and over in your brain. As guilt flood the atmosphere. You felt extremely horrible but you knew you had to tell him. Guilt layer 2

As you got changed and decided to empty the trash, as you were organizing from the recyclables to the trash, you found a pregnancy box. That’s when you felt a cold chill rise. You forgot to check if you wore a condom, but you rushed out of the hotel room without asking the man. What you were about to do felt sick but you wanted to make sure

After waiting the exact time, you finally saw your results...you never wanted to jump out of a window so badly but you couldn’t since there was not another human inside you. You called up Maxine, telling her everything while balling your eyes out. Guilt layer part 3

” I'm a horrible wife, Maxine. I got so sad that I drank my feelings out because my husband said he doesn't know why he's with me. A-and I made an m-mistake and slept with (B/W) and now I'm giving pregnant. Pregnant from someone who isn't my husband! ” you cried out in pain while lying down in the floor

” y/n how did you even get this drunk in the first place?” Maxine asked

”Well Susie gave a drink, it tasted very fizzy for a drink. ” you said as you sniffed

”Oh my fucking gosh that bitch drugged you. I knew there was something wrong with her I just couldn't put my finger in it. One of my coworkers says they were there last night as saw her in the act but was too drunk to remember until this morning. I'm so sorry I should if stood by you” Maxine explain sadly

”So I'm a cheating worthless wife, who got pregnant over a one night stand because j was drugged by my co worker..” you say blankly analyzing how broken you felt. Your emotions are now numb, realizing everything was your fault. If you would have just said no all of these events would not have taken place. But the only person you can blame is yourself. Guilt layer 4

”y/n don't do anything stupid, we're coming over there right now,” Maxine says but you hung up the phone without giving her an answer

You got up from the floor and loom in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your face, and a bit swelled from all the crying. You took a deep breath and try telling your self you will be ok. You grabbed the pregnancy test and walked out of the bathroom. Once you enter the living room, you halt your movements as your eyes couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Your one-night stand (B/W) standing with your purse that you probably left at the hotel in his hands while displaying shook expression. But that's not what you shocked about. It was because your husband was also standing in your shared living room with your favorite flowers in his hands looking at you with an expression you can't identify.

Both men are looking at you, while you looking at them thinking this was a dream. But somehow you were still missing something. Your eyes turned traveled to the living table where all you guys family photos we're placed. But there was one photo that stood out the most. It was a photo of your husband and (B/w) in a picture together, a high school picture together. Now all the puzzles pieces are now connected. B/w was chan childhood friend he has mentions you about but you never really met him until now well last night. As the final cherry on top, the guilt cake was completed of worse wife ever. It like Chan knew your realization, he heard everything you said from the bathroom since you were practically yelling and especially (B/W) too.

That when Chan began to speak

”I'm home”

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bensakindofmagic · 5 years ago

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Chapter Nine

Warning: SMUT (thigh humping, fingering) +18 ONLY, swearing

A/N: I love this chapter, and I hope you do too. That slow burn is really starting to sting

w/c: 3.5k+

Chapter Nine

You all slept over at Ben’s that night, given the late hour. Gwil was in the spare bedroom but it was a small bed and, as he was so tall, he had to have it to himself. Joe volunteered to sleep on the sofa, and Ben, ever the gentleman, offered you his bed.

“But where will you sleep?” you frowned.

He smiled, absentmindedly pushing your hair off your shoulder, “I’ll be fine on the floor. But I’ll have to go in my room too, it’s the only one with enough space.”

He gave you one of his tshirts to sleep in and left you in private to change. You slipped it on; it was long enough to just cover your lace underwear but you nonetheless climbed under the covers before calling to tell him he could come back in. When he did he had a blanket and some cushions under his arm. You tried not to watch as he took his jeans off and changed into a baggier tshirt, ignoring the way your breath hitched when you saw his shoulder blades ripple beneath his skin as he pulled it over his head. It was with dejection, however, that you watched him settle with a grimace into his makeshift bed.

“You sure you’re okay down there,” you worried as you lay curled on your side, peering at him.

“I’m sure, don’t worry about me. Goodnight, Y/N”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled, and turned the light out.

You tried to sleep but you couldn’t tear your mind from the image of Ben, in his boxers, turning uncomfortably on the floor. You heard him grunt as he shifted.

“This is ridiculous,” you huffed, “this bed is plenty big enough for the both of us, there’s no need for you to be on the floor. Come, get in,” you said holding the duvet up in invitation.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

You sighed in exasperation, “It’s just sleeping Ben, what’s the harm?”

He still looked unsure, so you continued, “Look, I’m not going to have any sympathy in the morning when you’re complaining of a bad back. Please?” His doe eyes met yours through the dark and he nodded silently.

He clambered in beside you, careful not to skim his skin against yours, and rolled over so that his back faced you. Though you were steadfastly separated by a small gap that may as well have been a chasm, you still felt his heat radiating towards you, and you settled into an easy sleep.

You woke up in Ben’s bed, curled into him. It must have happened in the night, because your legs were threaded through his and a hand rested on his chest, rising and falling steadily with his breathing. A small voice in your head told you to disentangle yourself from him, to create space between your bodies, but the calm that settled over your whole body in his proximity refused to obey, and his hand resting on your thigh was deliciously heavy.

You hummed contentedly, nuzzling your head into his collar and running your hand a little over his stomach. You could feel the gentle ridges of his abs beneath his tshirt. He stirred and croaked “‘morning”. His voice scratched at his throat a little, and he shifted the position of his hips under the covers. It was then that you noticed the tent in the sheets over his groin. Your eyes widened at the sight and your pulse instantly raced. He squeezed your thigh gently before running his fingers over your hip, dragging the loose shirt up until it bunched at your waist where his hand came to rest. You shuffled a little, squeezing your thighs together in response to the growing heat there. When you risked a look at Ben what you saw astonished you. You had expected to see embarrassment in his features at his morning wood, but instead his eyes were hungry, dripping with desire. His pupils were blown and lips were pink and swollen. This sight of him made your breath hitch in your throat and your walls clench involuntarily. You couldn’t help it, you were so desperate to relieve the tension in the apex of your legs that you started to roll your hips against his thigh. It was slow at first, barely discernible, but as his fingers clenched around your waist you invigorated your movements. Your chest heaved with an unsteady gasp, causing your breasts to press against him. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat and you bit your lip harshly at the sound. Your lace underwear created a delicious friction between his skin and your folds. His fingers trailed oh so gently back to your hip where his hand directed the rhythm of your rocking, making it slow and deliberate. He hooked a finger beneath the waistband of your underwear and let it slip towards your pussy. You squeezed your eyes shut with both the intensity and insufficiency of your pleasure. The fist that had been clenched around the fabric of his shirt released to drift along his slightly exposed treasure trail to the elastic of his boxers. Instead of letting your hand slide under them to the package within, he grabbed your wrist and studied you with fiery eyes. He pressed against your hipbone with his palm, pushing you onto your back, and shifted his weight onto his side but kept one of your legs trapped beneath him.

In that moment, with him staring down at you, he was the whole world, dominating your senses, every nerve vibrating with his sensuality. You beheld him, eyes so deep with lust that green turned to black. That pout, slightly parted lips releasing hot breaths, was all you could focus on. But Ben’s fingers distracted you as they skated over your stomach and snaked under the shred of lace covering your sex. The pad of his index finger skimmed your pussy lips, barely a touch and not nearly enough to satisfy the deep ache in you. You bucked your hips against his hand and he smirked at your desperation. One finger slipped between your folds to the slick wetness that had pooled there. He spread it, painfully slowly, to your clit. You gasped as he reached that most sensitive part of you, rubbing idle circles with two fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut and a quiet moan escaped your lips. He worked your clit, varying the speed and pressure, finding different rhythms, until he had your legs quivering and your cunt aching to be filled. You writhed against him, desperate for that most pleasurable pressure. He must have sensed your need because he slipped two fingers inside you, sliding in with ease at how ready you were for him. You burned; his fingers, long and rough, curled upwards to exert the salacious pressure you so craved. You threw your head back into the pillow when he began to thrust his fingers into you, slow at first but with increasing fervour as your poorly stifled moans spurred him on. You clenched around him as the tension in your stomach started to build, wanting nothing more than to moan his name, but with the other guys just through the walls you didn’t dare. Ben buried his face in your neck, though his lips remained firmly detached from your skin, and you threaded your fingers through his short curls, tugging them lightly. His laboured breathing, ragged and thick with thirst, fused with your own heavy panting. When he used his thumb to rub your hypersensitive bud, while maintaining his now rapid thrusting, you grabbed onto his arm for some kind of release. Your nails dug into his thick bicep, bulging with exertion. A knot tightened in your stomach and you felt your high rapidly approaching. Your breathing became erratic as your body fought for oxygen, and your thighs trembled. Your stomach tightened, muscles clenched, until your release washed over you in a wave of white-hot bliss. You clasped your thighs together, trapping Ben’s fingers inside you, as your walls clenched around them repeatedly and your hips gyrated. Shuddering, whimpering, you slowly relaxed and released your grip on him.

You lay in post-orgasmic bliss, not thinking about the ramifications of what just happened, but instead glorying in the sound of Ben’s breathing as it rattled through his throat. Your mind wandered to the pressure in his boxers, but before you could make a move to relieve it, he stood and pulled a pair of sweatpants on, wincing as they skimmed his sensitive member. As he made for the door you stuttered, “B-ben…” your voice faltering. He didn’t spare you a look as he walked away.

Your mind raced with all the possible meanings of his actions. Did he regret what had happened? Did you? You’d broken your rule. Sure, it wasn’t full on sex, but it still counted. Everything could change between you now, and given Ben’s reaction you assumed it would be for the worse. You groaned, closing your eyes and dropping your head against the pillow.

Shit.

You got up and put your clothes on, but left Ben’s tshirt on - it was more comfortable than your sweaty one from the day before. Running your fingers repeatedly through your hair you paced across the room, trying in vain to figure out how to fix the situation, or even what the fuck was going on. Did this mean that Ben liked you? Or was it just a spur of the moment decision, fuelled by his own arousal? Would he try to talk to you about it or just pretend it never happened? Grimacing, you imaged all the ways he might react and your stomach turned to lead at the thought of facing him. You collapsed heavily on the bed and buried your face in your hands.

Ben went to the kitchen to make some breakfast, waking Joe up in the process, and soon after Gwil joined them.

“Sleep okay?” Ben asked as bacon sizzled loudly in the pan.

“Like a baby, thanks,” Gwil replied with a yawn. “How about you? How’d you get on sleeping on the floor?”

Ben went quiet, pushing the bacon around apathetically rather than face their inevitable questions when he explained what had just happened. “Um, Y/N and I both slept in the bed, actually.”

“Together?” Joe gasped, “Was that not super awkward?”

“Did you, you know- did you get…” Gwil motioned vaguely to his crotch, “excited?”

He sighed, “Not till this morning.”

“Did she notice?” Joe questioned, enthralled and Ben nodded slowly. “What did you do?”

He braced himself and heaved, “I fingered her.” He winced as their eyes went wide and mouths dropped open.

Gwil hollered, “What?!”

“Keep your fucking voice down mate,” Ben hissed.

“How did that happen?” Joe prompted.

Ben explained how you had rolled your hips against him, how you moaned under his touch, how you were already dripping when his fingers reached your cunt.

“So she clearly likes you then,” Joe asserted. Ben, however, was less certain. In fact, he was terrified that you had just wanted to sleep with him and had no interest in a relationship. Given that you had repeated multiple times that you wouldn’t date a colleague, he had no reason to suspect you had any feelings for him. He would have risked his aching heart further if you slept together and nothing came from it. What’s more, he didn’t want your first time together to be some vaguely hungover morning shag that didn’t mean anything.

Gwil piped, “What happened after that? Did you sleep together?”

He shook his head, and when they raised their eyebrows at him he relented, “I sorted myself out in the bathroom.”

Before they could admonish him for his idiocy, or question where that left the two of you now, they heard your footsteps down the corridor and hurriedly changed he subject.

You had decided you couldn’t hide in Ben’s room anymore, and given that you heard voices in the kitchen, figured it was time to show your face. You still hadn’t decided what to do or how to play it with Ben, but took a deep breath and told yourself you’d figure it out as you went along. You went to the kitchen and were met with the smell of bacon cooking.

Just be casual, you decided as you reached the guys. Ben had his back to you so you couldn’t gauge his reaction, but you saw his shoulders tense at the sound of your voice.

“‘Morning,” you trilled breezily, “Something smells good.”

“Bacon sarnies for breakfast,” Gwil smiled, but there was something forced about his casual tone.

“Ben is attempting to play the domestic role this morning,” Joe grinned.

“Oi,” Ben scolded, “I’m perfectly capable of being domestic. I’m good at cooking”

So he could cook too. Fucking brilliant.

“How’re you feeling this morning Y/N?” Gwil asked.

“Yeah fine thanks,” you lied. You were in emotional uproar. Again.

“You seem very relaxed, you sleep well?” Joe pressed with a hint of conceit in his tone.

You frowned a little “I did thank you.” You didn’t see Ben kick him behind the counter.

The air was thick with tension and unspoken words. You got the feeling Ben had said something to them, though how much, you didn’t know. Still, you resented him for it - you weren’t sure you wanted people knowing (or guessing) what and happened when you didn’t know how you felt about it yourself.

“Shall I make a cuppa?” you offered, trying to change the subject. You were met with a chorus of ‘please’s, so filled the kettle. You tentatively asked Ben where he kept his mugs, all too aware that they were the first words you had spoken to him that day that weren’t his name..

“Bottom shelf,” he said, pointing to a cupboard; he didn’t meet your eyes.

You readied the mugs and watched the kettle intently while you waited for the water to boil, grateful for the excuse to ignore the others.

With your back turned, Joe mouthed emphatically to Ben, ‘Talk to her’.

“Well I can’t do it now,” he muttered back under his breath, the noise drowned to you by the boiling water.

“It can’t always be this awkward,” Gwil whispered with genuine concern.

The kettle clicked off and you made the tea, the clinking of teaspoon against ceramic deafening in the echoey silence.

When you passed Ben his cup, his fingers skimmed your hand and you could practically see the sparks flying between you at the contact.

You sipped the drink gratefully, letting it warm you from the inside and felt instantly calmer. There’s nothing that tea can’t solve.

Gwil and Joe kept conversation up for a while, with you and Ben only occasionally participating. Your whole body burned with unacknowledged tension and confusion. You had absolutely no idea what was happening. You searched Ben’s body language for even a hint of what was going on in his head, scrutinised the heaviness in his smile when Joe made some dumb joke. All you could gather was that he was feeling very uncomfortable. No shit.

Your phone buzzed angrily in your pocket, making you jump. You pulled it out to see it was your best friend, Savannah, and went over the the living room area to answer.

“Hey Sav, you okay?”

Her voice was bright even through the phone, “Hey babe! It’s just been ages since we’ve spoken, I miss you. How are you?”

“I know, I’m sorry, I miss you too. I’ve just been really busy with work.”

“Of course, that Queen film right? We need to have a catch up so you can tell me all about it.”

“Believe me” you said, lowering your voice, “I have a lot to catch you up on.”

“Ooh, that sounds like drama,” she sang. “Let’s meet for coffee. When are you free?”

You ran through your schedule in your head and concluded that it wouldn’t be for at least a week, and you wouldn’t have a day off on a weekend for ages. “Um, today? Otherwise Christmas.”

“Christ, okay today it is. But Chris and I are going to his parents for a late lunch, so it’ll have to be soon.”

“Come to mine, just give me half an hour,” you said decisively and said your goodbyes before hanging up.

You sighed and walked back to the kitchen, only to see that Ben had been watching you intently. He hurriedly looked away, muttering something under his breath about getting ketchup. You were glad to be leaving, to escape from the tension that hung thickly in the air.

“Um, I’m gonna run guys, I have to meet someone.”

“You haven’t eaten anything,” Ben blurted, his eyes suddenly painted with panic.

“That’s okay, I’ll grab something at home. But I’ll see you all tomorrow,” you said with a wave, collecting your things together.

“I’ll show you out.” He lead you round the corner to the door, where you were sheltered from Gwil and Joe’s prying eyes.

Ben faltered with his hand on the door handle, searching for the right words. You froze up, suddenly unable to hear whatever it was he wanted to say and desperate to get out.

“Look, about this morning…” Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. “Uh, I-I’m sorry —”

You didn’t hear the rest of his words as he trailed off. You were fixated on that one word. Sorry. He regretted it. You couldn’t think about anything else. Your chest started to get tight and you were gripped with claustrophobia.

“I have to go Ben,” you fretted, his name sticking in your throat, “I can’t do this right now. I have to go.”

He pulled his eyebrows together, frown lines laced with hurt. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded forlornly. It didn’t make any sense: he was upset? Before you could process what was going on he opened the door and you stepped out. You glanced back for a moment, overcome with longing to rush into his arms, but turned steadfastly and walked away.

“How’d it go?” Joe asked as ben rounded the corner again.

“I’ve fucked it,” Ben groaned as he crumpled into a chair and dropped his head against the island. “This is shit.”

When you got home you showered quickly and threw some clean clothes on. You still had Ben’s shirt, and the thought of his fingers tracing along your skin while you wore it barely an hour ago made you shiver. Before long there was a knock at the door and you opened it so see Savannah’s smiling face. You were so relieved to see her, and you beamed as she opened her arms wide to wrap you in a tight hug.

“Darling, you look like shit,” she said affectionately as she released you, and you huffed out a laugh.

“Cheers,” you mumbled, leading her towards the kitchen of your small flat. “Tea’s in the pot, and I haven’t eaten yet so I’m making porridge, hope you don’t mind.”

She shrugged to indicate that she didn’t, and settled down on the sofa.

“So, what’s this drama then? What’s going on with you?” she called across the room.

You joined her, two mugs and a hot bowl in your hands. You proceeded to tell her everything that had happened over the last couple of moths, from meeting Queen, working on the film, having feelings for Ben, sleeping with Matteo and finally that morning’s fresh emotional upheaval.

She exhaled wearily, “Well fuck, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Honestly? Not really, I have no idea what’s going on, I’m confused, I’m scared. I don’t know what I want—”

“You want Ben,” she interrupted. “Sorry but that much is obvious. Screw your stupid rule, babe you want him.”

You whined, “I know. But after this morning I don’t think there’s any chance of us working.”

“Why? He fucking fingered you babe, he made you cum.”

Your mind wondered back to that moment, the bliss of it almost buried under all the anxiety it had caused. A smile to tugged at the corner of your mouth and you licked your lips.

“Look at your face!” Sav burst out, snorting, “Don’t try to tell me you’re not going to do something about how you feel.”

Seriousness clouded your features once again, “What can I do, Savvy? He literally apologised for it.”

“You don’t know that’s what he was apologising for. It could have been for walking out on you, for how he handled the whole thing — which honestly he should apologise for.” You were unconvinced, and she sighed, “Y/N, you’re being irrational. I don’t blame you for it, you don’t think straight when it comes to love, no one does, but I’m telling you now. You’re being irrational.”

You conceded that you were, and when she told you had to confront him, to ask him what how he felt about this whole thing because honestly you had no idea, and actually have an adult conversation. She made it sound so easy when she said it, so reasonable. You decided she was right, and resolved to suck it up and talk to him the next time you saw him.

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