#this is so self indulgent but I just need her to see him once
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there is like, one scene Iâve had planned for PoA where Ariel gets a GLIMPSE of her future love interest and I keep thinking the next chapter will be the chapter where I can sneak it in and it never happens
#sam speaks#aim and ignite#ariel vibes#this is so self indulgent but I just need her to see him once#and then iâll be okay for a while
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Pretty Hands
Pairing: best friend!Yunho x f!reader WC: 3.2k Warnings: eventual smut, reader has a thing for Yunho's hands (who doesn't??), swearing, fingering, choking, a little bit of degradation (he compares her to a whore literally once), PRAISE so much praise, Yunho talks reader through it (you're welcome), pov is kinda all over the place just let it be, Yunho is absolutely WHIPPED for reader teehee, probably some other things that I missed (let me know)
Summary: You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.
A/N: This is entirely self indulgent and also I just wanted to get something full posted. The Phantom fic is turning out to be much longer than I originally anticipated (and so did this one once I started writing it). Let me know what you thinkâĄ
Stepping into Yunho's apartment had always felt like coming home, and today was no exception. You take your shoes off in the tiled entryway and pad your way through the main living area, calling out to him as you walk.
"Yun? I'm here!"
His muffled response flows down from the end of the hall, "Bedroom!"
You make your way through the back hallway and enter his room, finding him exactly where you thought he would be, focused in on his computer. There's a selection of empty drink cans and snack wrappers scattered around his desk, which tells you that whatever he's currently building on Minecraft has probably occupied the majority of his day so far. He pauses the game and turns his chair to face you.
"Whats up?"
"Got bored at home and my roommate isn't even trying to muffle her pornstar moans for her new boy toy."
Yunho barks out a laugh, "Does she seriously sound--"
"Just like it Yun I can't make this shit up. I'm starting to think maybe they're recording themselves in there."
Yunho wiggles his eyebrows as he stretches his arms up and over his head, leaning back in his chair. "Well, if I ever see your living room on Pornhub I'll be sure to let you know"
You crinkle your nose. "Ew. I do NOT need to know that."
"Whatever, don't act like you haven't been talking to me for weeks about how horny you are. If I have to hear about your vibrator dying one more time I'm gonna buy you a new one myself."
"You try getting unintentionally edged three nights in a row with a full charge, it's some bullshit Yun. Besides, I'm allowed to complain about my dry spell."
Yunho scoffs, tone playful and lighthearted. "Dry spell? It's been what? Two months?"
"It's been three thank you very much." You move to sit on his bed.
"Well some of us haven't had sex in much longer."
"Oh, please, that girl that San was messing around with was all over you at his birthday party last month, don't tell me you didn't take that opportunity."
Yunho raises his eyebrows in shock, leaning forward in his chair. "Wait, really?"
"Oh my GOD Yun you are so oblivious. Yes really. She was all giggly and twirling her hair and shit. That's like...girl flirting basics."
"I am not oblivious, I am actually quite observant. I could tell you things about yourself you don't even know. I just have my sights set on someone and that someone is not her."
You shoot him an incredulous look and snort out a laugh, leaning back to lay down completely on his bed, legs dangling off the edge. "Sure Yun, whatever makes you feel better."
You hear Yunho stand from his chair and feel his weight shift onto the mattress. He appears in your vision, a challenging playful sparkle in his eyes as he peers down at you. "Okay, fine. I can tell that you're trying out a new perfume, you just went shopping because your leggings are a different brand than you usually wear, and I know that you washed your hair last night because you're wearing it all the way down today."
You do your best to ignore the way your stomach summersaults at his attention to detail about you and your routines. You roll onto your side and prop your head up on your elbow, matching his challenging gaze. "Okay Sherlock Holmes. What kind of underwear am I wearing then?"
Yunho pauses to consider before responding "a thong, probably black." You grin triumphantly and lean in just a bit closer.
"Wrong. I'm not wearing any. You lose!" You stick your tongue out playfully at him and he swats your shoulder, falling back onto his mattress.
"You set me up!"
"Face it Yun, I'm just better than you."
"Yeah yeah, whatever" Yunho pouts, voice hightening slightly from surprise. He can feel a slight redness creeping up his ears and prays his hair has grown long enough to cover it. 'I'm not wearing any.' He clears his throat. "So why go commando? You finally planning to seduce your new conquest?"
"He is not a new conquest, he doesn't even know I like him."
"He will once he knows you aren't wearing any underwear for him" Yunho jokes, smiling cheekily. You smack at his chest.
"I didn't want to do laundry last night, asshole. Get your mind out of the gutter!"
"You're one to talk" he mutters under his breath.
You sit up fully and reach for one of the pillows at the top of his bed, slamming it down on his face. "Jeong Yunho I swear to god!" On your second swing, he manages to catch the pillow with one hand and pry it from your grasp, but not before giving you an entirely unhelpful image of his long fingers gripping the plush material.
"What?? All I ever hear you talk about lately is how tall and handsome this dude is and how much his hands make you drool."
"You sound jealous."
"I'm not jealous, I'm pissed that I have to hear all about him and don't even get to know what the dude's name is."
"I told you, I'm gatekeeping this time. You run your mouth too much."
"I do not!"
"Do too."
"Ugh FINE whatever," Yunho chucks the pillow back towards you and you dodge it, leaving both pillows on one side of the headboard, "You're so agitating."
"You know you love me Yun. But just for the attitude," You adjust both pillows and shuffle your way back until you're leaned against both of them, "no pillow for you for tonights doomscrolling session."
He huffs a laugh and scoots up to meet you, pulling out his phone and settling in against the headboard.
An hour later you get up to go to the bathroom, and when you get back Yunho has stolen both of his pillows. You frown and cross your arms. "Hey, asshole, those were mine!"
"Yeah?" He taunts playfully, "Well they were mine to begin with, and my back is killing me. So deal." You roll your eyes and cross back over to the bed, crawling over the side you've been sitting on and curling yourself into Yunho's side to rest your head against his chest. You feel him tense slightly underneath you before he moves one of his arms around your shoulders to let you lay more comfortably.
"There's no way in hell I'm sitting up against that cold ass metal frame you call a headboard." You mutter as you begin scrolling. Yunho's chuckle rumbles through his chest and tickles your cheek. You both sit in silence for a while, content to scroll on your phones. Eventually, you turn to look up at him from his chest.
"I meant to ask how your new project has been going. Whatever you were building when I came in looked pretty intense." You can see the faint tinge of red trail up his ears and neck--a telltale sign that whatever you caught him building makes him embarrassed. You sit up, propping your weight on your elbow and placing a hand on his chest to shove him slightly. "Ooooo now you have to tell me what it is!"
"It's embarrassing..."
"Tell me tell me tell me tell me--"
"Okay fine, fuck. I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh--"
"I won't I swear!"
"Pinky promise?" He holds his pinky out to you, and you raise a hand from his chest. Before you can lace your pinky in his, he pulls his hand up above his head. "I'm serious, Y/N, if you laugh I'll have no choice but to tickle you to death."
He's definitely not stalling because he has to come up with a reply, because he certainly hasn't been building a treehouse for you in what he hopes will one day be a shared server. Yunho thinks to himself that he would rather die than let you find out.
You scoff, "I won't laugh...and even if I did I'm not ticklish so your threat is a moot point."
Yunho drops his hand down onto the mattress. "Bullshit."
"It's not. I don't have a ticklish bone in my body."
"Liar."
You shake your head, and Yunho takes the opportunity to gently press the pads of his fingers into the sides of your ribs. The sensation hits you almost immediately, and you feel the tight feeling in your chest as he begins tickling you. You squeal and thrash around in his grasp, trying desperately to get away from his assault.
"Yun stop it--"
"Not until you admit you're a liar!" You begin to giggle and manage to roll away from him, but Yunho is quick to follow. He swings a long leg over your hips and pins you beneath him, a single large hand trapping both of your wrists above your head while the other dances across your ribs. "Admit it," He sings out.
"Okay! Okay fine I'm a liar!" You gasp out between laughter. Yunho beams down at you and immediately stops tickling your sides, leaving you panting underneath him--
Oh fuck...you're panting underneath him.
He can almost feel the shift in the air as he stares down at you. He knows he should move, just roll off of you and make up some bullshit lie about what he was building. You like someone else, and he clearly wasn't getting out of the friend zone any time soon. He's just making a fool of himself...and yet he just can't bring himself to stop memorizing the way you look splayed out beneath his hips. Eventually he forces himself to stop staring at the way your chest rises and falls or the sliver of your tummy that's poking out from underneath your shirt that's riding up. He locks eyes with you.
Your voice comes out softer than he's ever heard you speak before. "Hey Yun?"
"Yeah?"
"You know that mystery guy I've been telling you about? The one with the pretty hands?"
A twinge of annoyance flairs in his stomach and he can't help but grumble out his reply. "Yeah?"
"I'll give you a hint. He's got me pinned to the mattress right now."
Yunho feels his heart drop deep into the pit of his stomach.
"Like...like right now he does?"
You laugh lightly. "Yeah, right now, Yun."
Yunho swallows thickly as his head starts spinning. He leans down much slower than he would have liked to, giving you plenty of time to take it back--to laugh at him and tell him you got him good. He feels like his whole body lights ablaze when you close the final gap between your lips, and suddenly he is kissing you.
In almost any circumstance that you had seen Yunho kissing someone, he was always fast-paced--hot and heavy petting in the corner of a darkened bar, dares in drunken party circles--which is why you were floored at the reverence he was kissing you with now. His mouth was steady and intense against yours, his hands roaming slowly across the expanse of your torso like he was memorizing the feel of something priceless. You gently pull your hands from his grasp and tangle them in his hair, pulling him closer and matching his intensity with your fervor. You feel his hands make their way to the lower hem of your shirt, and your skin erupts in goosebumps as you feel his fingers ghost along the sliver of skin there. He breaks the kiss and you feel his breath fan across your face as he pants. His hands gently make their way to rest just under your shirt, not quite pushing the fabric up. He locks eyes with you.
"Is this okay?"
You chuckle gently. "Yes, Yun, you can touch me. I want you to touch me." You watch his eyes darken and his hands start running up your torso, pulling your shirt up with them.
"Where do you want me to touch you, baby?"
You exhale heavily and arch your back into his touch. "Anywhere...everywhere...I don't care."
Yunho smirks and feels his ego inflate. "You don't care? Hmm..." He starts planting kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck. Slow. Teasing. "If I remember correctly, you seemed pretty keen about having my hands in some specific places baby. Can you refresh my memory?"
The low whine that escapes your throat nearly sends him spiraling. "You know where...don't make me say it."
He does know, but there's nothing he wants to hear more right now than to hear you say it. He brings one hand up to your chest, cupping one of your boobs and squeezing gently as he continues peppering your neck with kisses. "Was it here? Or..." His hand trails back down and grips your hip possessively, "Here, maybe?" He hears you huff and feels your hand wrap around his wrist. You try to tug it up, and he chuckles softly but allows you to move his hand. He nips your earlobe and asks lowly, "Where do you need my hands baby?" He feels his cock twitch in his sweats when you wrap his fingers around your throat, guiding him to squeeze the sides gently. Your hands run down his chest and drop to your sides as he squeezes a little harder. "Fuck, look at you. So pretty with my hand around your neck."
You whine and buck your hips up, desperately looking for friction. Yunho coos as he looks down at you, wanting to have the image burned into his memory. He adjusts his position so he's sat on one side of you and brings his free hand to your thighs, squeezing the flesh there and watching the way you spread your legs for him. "Pretty girl, I need you to use your words. Spreading your legs like a whore isn't gonna get you what you want." He revels in the way you throw your head back onto the mattress and close your eyes, frustration evident already on your face.
"Need your fingers, Yun. Please."
Holy shit, he could combust right then and there. He smiles and traces his hands along the inside of your clothed thighs. "Good girl. So polite for me." He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and pulls them down and off, leaving you bare from the waist down. "Sit up for me baby. I want you between my legs."
Yunho sits on the edge of the mattress and allows you time to sit up, moving to sit in between his thighs. He hooks your legs over his, leaving you spread and completely at his mercy. A shiver runs down your spine as the pads of his fingers run across your thighs and you gasp as they brush against your core. He presses kisses into your neck and chuckles, "You're already soaking wet, what's got you all bothered hmm? I've barely touched you..." Yunho hums and teases your entrance with this middle finger. He can feel you clenching. "Do you like my hands that much baby? All it takes is a little choking and you're putty for me." He pushes two fingers inside, pumping slowly and curling back to find your sweet spot. He feels pride flare through his chest at the noise you make, a mix between a whine and a moan that eggs him on.
Your toes curl as Yunho almost immediately finds your g-spot. The pace he sets is almost perfect, and when he begins rubbing tight circles on your clit your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure is a building wave, and it's all you can do to keep yourself remotely still as he continues pumping his thick fingers in and out. "Oh my god, Yun, please don't stop!" You clench helplessly around his fingers and let your head roll back to rest on his shoulder.
"Awe baby I'm not gonna stop. Not until I see how pretty you look cumming all over me. Will you do that for me, sweetheart?" he coos, bringing his other hand back up to your throat and squeezing lightly. "Will you cum all over my fingers? I bet you want to right? Wanna come on my fingers while I squeeze this pretty neck of yours?"
You whine and preen at his words and arch your back. Your legs begin to shake as Yunho's circling on your clit quickens pace just slightly, the thrusts of his fingers audible from the squelching between your thighs. Your breath quickens.
"My pretty girl, you're such a mess for me, aren't you? Can you hear how wet you are? All soaked for me? I bet your hands don't feel as good as mine hmm?"
You shake your head no violently, whining as he continues to talk lowly into your ear. Your orgasm builds quickly, and at this point you have no faith in your ability to speak coherently.
"No, they don't do they? I want you to show me how good my hands feel baby. Let go for me, sweetheart."
Your breath catches in your throat as you tip over the edge, and the feeling of your release washes over you. Your whole body jolts in his grasp as he continues pumping his fingers. You feel him squeeze your throat gently, just enough pressure to remind you that he's got you.
"Atta girl, look at you! Doing so good for me." You whine and buck your hips, orgasm still riding through your body. Yunho nips at your neck lightly and slows his pumping to a stop as you continue to shake. "That's it baby, just grind on them for me." The final aftershock of your orgasm finishes, and you go limp in his arms, leaning all of your weight back into his chest and breathing heavily.
Yunho pulls his fingers out and admires the mess you made on them before popping them into his mouth. He's still rock hard, and the taste of you on his fingers makes him twitch again. He'll definitely need your help with that later. He uses the hand around your neck to brush a stray hair from out of your face. "How are you feeling?"
You huff out a breathless laugh and turn your face to nuzzle into his neck. "How do you think I feel? That was...wow."
He can't help the goofy smile that crosses his face. "Oh really? Tell me more, I'd like a full report." He jokes, pulling the two of you down to snuggle on his bed. He grabs a throw blanket from your side and pulls it over the two of you and nearly melts when you curl closer to him, burying your face into his chest.
"Give me a few minutes to recover and I'll show you exactly how I'm feeling right now." Yunho rubs a hand up and down your back.
"I look forward to that."
"And then afterwards you're going to show me what you've been building."
Yunho chuckles and kisses the top of your head. No way in hell.
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If I Was Your Boyfriend
"If he was your boyfriend, he would give you the actual world. Sadly he is just your best friend with the biggest unrequited crush ever."
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: Unrequited Crush!AU, Idiots in Love!AU, Best Friends to Lovers!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance
Warnings: OC is scared of a bug (me fr), he kills it for her, he would do anything for her, yearning, unrequited feelings (? mhhm ?), listen. he may be a lil bit dense when it comes to reading signs jsjjss bless his heart, i need him as my boyfriend, so much tension between them, jsjsjs this is pure torture i want them to kiss!!, brief mention of adult toys, miscommunication because he suuucks at love confessions, protective & slightly jealous!Kook, he is the greenest flag though like seriously, the happiest end hihi, the inspo was seven mv kook, she is shorter than him because i have the hugest size kink with him and this is so self-indulgent <3, once again i need him as my boyfie
Wordcount: 10.5k
a/n: sometimes i have ideas for one specific trope without wanting to write the whole book lmaooo, so enjoy this lil slow burn fluff scenario which is so self-indulgent and fanfiction coded. also, it was inspired by a real life event where i found a bug in my bed and i had to kill it on my own :( i was being very brave about it đ ps: this is very unrealistic 'cause like why would you only be best friends with HIM? that wouldn't be an unrequited crush if that was me. happy birthday to kookie đ
The call comes around two at night. Jungkook picks up with the first ring. He was working out before that.
âHello? Are you okay?â he asks, resting his head against the edge of the sofa as he is currently sitting on the floor. He was doing sit ups before that, trying his hardest to regulate his sped-up breathing right now.
âKook, please help me.â
Jungkook sits up straight.
âWhere are you? Are you safe?â
âI donât know. I think itâs following me. I locked it inside my room but I can still hear it.â
âStay with me, Iâm getting dressedâ, he says, jumping to his feet to hurry to his front door.
âPlease hurry please. Iâm so scared.â
âIâm coming, donât worry. Are you home?â
âYes. Hurry please.â
âIâm coming, stay strong. Yeah?â
âYes, thank youâ, you say and end the call.
Jungkook curses, shoving the phone into his pants pocket. He puts on his jacket as he runs down the hallway and puts on his beanie once he is inside the elevator. He is restless in the small space, wishing for it to go quicker. Itâs too slow.
âCome on, come onâ, he stresses it, knowing that it is fruitless.
You are his best friend. Well, at least that is what you would call him. Best friend. Jungkook sees so much more in you. His best friend, his person of trust, his crush. He would never tell you his feelings because he doesnât want to make it awkward. But if there were no consequences for speaking up, Jungkook would tell you that you are his dream girl. You are funny, sweet, caring, talented, intelligent, wonderful, perfect, amazing, beautiful, pretty, stunning. Yes, Jungkook thinks that you are all of these things and more. When he is close to you, his heart races and he wants to keep looking at your face. When you are sad, he wants to make you happy again and when you smile, he wants to keep it on your face. When you arenât with him, he misses you and when you are with him, he hopes that time stops passing. You are the person he updates on the most mundane of things and whose text messages always bring a quick flutter to his chest. Your voice is the voice he could listen to for hours and your face is the face he doesnât get tired of staring at when you and he video chat late night till you and he both run out of things to say. And at the same time, you are the person with whom Jungkook never runs out of things to talk about, if he didnât have to breathe, he would continue to babble to you until your ears wore off. Jungkook swears that if there were no consequences for his words, he would tell you all of this.Â
But alas, there are consequences and so Jungkook is left keeping his true feelings hidden.
The outcome of tonightâs phone call obviously wouldnât have changed whether or not he had romantic feelings for you. Jungkook loves you as a friend as well. And he will always be there for his friends. Especially when they are clearly scared by something.
Jungkook rings your bell. You open the door as if you were waiting for him, grabbing him by his wrists to drag him inside. Jungkookâs entire body flutters at the feeling of your touch.Â
âFinally you are here. Come in quick, pleaseâ, you tell him.
You must have been sleeping already. You are in your pyjamas and have no make-up on. Jungkook swears that you have never looked more beautiful before.Â
âWhat happened? Did someone break in?â he asks instead of telling you that you are beautiful.
âWorse.â
âWorse?â
âKook, there is a huge bug in my room. Please kill it.â
Jungkook stops in his tracks. You call him over for that? You stop when you feel his strength all of a sudden, looking over your shoulder. He has his right brow cocked up.
âWhat?â you stress.
âYou give me a heart attack for that?â
âWhat? Of course. Itâs a bug.â
Jungkook sighs in annoyance, âseriously?â
âYes, seriously.â You round him to shove him by his back. âKill it for me, please Kook.â
âFine, Iâll kill itâ, he gives up and groans, letting you shove him to your bedroom. Jungkook would never dare to think this way, but right now he wished that you were shoving him to your room for something else. Nothing dirty of course, just cuddles. Lots of cuddles. He would literally trade both his kidneys so he could hold you in his arms until you fall asleep just once. He would make sure that you were warm and that you felt safe in his embrace. He would kiss your face and tell you sweet nothings like how he thinks of you when he listens to love songs and how he wishes that it was you and he whenever he sees a romantic scene in a movie.
God, Jungkook is so done for.Â
âWhere is this stupid bug?â he acts annoyed to make the yearning a little easier. It is difficult when you have your hands on his back and they are so, so warm.
âIn there.â You open the door carefully and look around. âFollow meâ, you say, tiptoeing into your room.
Jungkook follows you, smiling fondly. You are cute when you are acting like this.Â
âWhere is it?â he asks, trying his hardest not to think about how he wants to snuggle you for being cute.
âI donât know. It was right there when I last saw it.â
âMaybe itâs already gone.â
âNo, it was-âÂ
The bug flies past you, you scream instantly, jumping at Jungkook for help.
âThe bug! Eeeek Kooook! I hate bugs!â you squeak, hiding away in his chest.
Jungkook hopes that you canât feel his racing pulse, because it is racing. You never touched him like this before, let alone snuggled so close to him.Â
Act cool. Act cool. Act cool.Â
He wraps one arm around you, patting the back of your head.Â
âThere, there you big babyâ, he teases.
âI hate bugs so muchâ, you whine, snuggling closer.
He glances down at you, feeling every beat his heart takes.
Act cool! Act cool! Act cool!
What if he wrapped both arms around you? Would that go too far? He wouldnât mean anything dirty behind it, he just really wants to hug you and feel you melt in his arms.
âKill it, Kook pleaseâ, you whine and move your head so you were looking up at him. Your eyes lock.
Jungkook bites down on his tongue, forgetting to breathe for just a few moments.
ACT COOL! ACT COOL! ACT COOL!
What if he cupped your face right here and now to kiss your nose and cheeks and forehead and chin and lips and eyes? What if he did that?
âPlease kill it.â
âI am, you gotta let go for thatâ, he gets out, surprised at how normal his voice sounds eventhough he is currently losing his mind.
Please donât let go. Please donât let go.Â
You let go. Disappointment from his side. You hide behind him and grab his waist for moral support. Butterflies in his tummy, his knees buckle a little. Holy moly. Holy moly. Wow. Oh wow oh wow oh wow.Â
âYouâre seriously so brave for thisâ, you tell him.
âYeah, yeah or maybe youâre just a scaredy cat.â
He has no idea how he is able to talk properly right now when you have him literally messed up.Â
Jungkook inches close to where the bug is sitting on the wall while his thoughts and heart are racing. He has to act nonchalant about the situation. You are only holding him like this because you are scared.
âDo you have a shoe?â he asks you, hating his hand for shaking when he presents it to you.
You bend down and take off your right slipper, âwill this do?âÂ
âPerfect.âÂ
Jungkook takes the slipper and carefully moves closer to the bug. Your fingers tighten on his waist.
âCareful nowâ, you comment.
âI amâ he gets out, concentrating vigorously. He canât mess up now, you are counting on him.Â
âAlmost there. Almost thereâ, you cheer him on.
Jungkook slams the shoe down. The bug has no chance of escape. You scream.
âGotcha.â
âDid you get it? Is it dead? Kook, is it dead?â
Jungkook lifts the slipper and looks at the squished bug on its sole. He shows it to you.
âDead.â
âYay, itâs dead. Ew how nasty, you can see the intestines.â
âRight. Give me a minute, Iâm cleaning it.â
âUse acid for it. Just to be sure it doesnât come back.
He chuckles, âsure, Iâll use acid.â
He leaves you in your bedroom to hurry to the bathroom.Â
Your apartment is familiar to him. He spends a lot of time here. Mostly to chill on your couch and watch shows with you. Sometimes you also cook dinner together and then eat it by the table, while other times you do a workout together. Seriously, you are his fucking dream girl.Â
One time as you and he were cooking together, he needed something from the shelf above you, but you couldnât step away from the stove. So he got it while you were right in front of him and his chest brushed against your back and he swears that he heard your breath hitch for a moment. Jungkook wanted to hug you back then. When you later that evening turned to let him taste the cooking only to use the same fork to taste it yourself, Jungkook almost kissed you.Â
One time when you were watching a show, you got cold hands and Jungkook offered to warm them for you. He didnât think you would accept, but you did and so he ended up with your cold hands under his hoodie as you warmed them up on his skin. Jungkook swears that he wanted to pin you against the sofa and kiss your cute face back then.
One time when you were doing a workout together, you struggled with a movement and asked him for help. He ended up having to hold you by your hips as he guided you through the movement. He wanted to flip you and kiss you senseless back then.Â
He never felt like this before. He was scared of these feelings at first, but now he canât get enough. You are a foodie, a romance lover and a lover for couple workouts and itâs so impossible for him not to be in love. You are seriously his dream girl. There is no fucking way around this.
Jungkook knows that tonight will be such a memory as well. the kind of memory which tingles, but which also makes him regret that he didnât act differently. When you cuddled into him, he wanted to hug you properly. When you grabbed his waist he wanted to turn in your grasp and kiss you against the door. But he knows that he canât. He would ruin what you are having and he could never get over this heartbreak.
Jungkook looks at your toothbrush as he cleans the shoe. Sometimes he thinks about how it would feel to be represented in your bathroom as the second toothbrush right next to yours. Â
Jungkook bites down on his tongue, burning holes into the empty space next to your toothbrush. He would put so much effort into taking care of himself so you could always look at the best version of him. He would do skincare nights with you. He would try out hair masks with you and rub body lotion on the spots you canât reach. He would brush his teeth, floss them and use mouthwash religiously just so his kisses would always taste good. He would do all of this if it meant you had an attractive boyfriend.
Jungkook looks away. He is doing it again, he is getting delusional. He shouldnât do that. It isnât his right.Â
He turns off the water and leaves the bathroom so he could return the slipper to you.
You are in the kitchen, looking at him instantly.
âIs it gone?â you ask him.
âYup, itâs gone. Your slipper.â
âThank you seriously. You just saved my lifeâ, you say and lift a bottle of his favorite beer. âThank You Beer?â
He shakes his head, âI need to drive.â
âOkay. Then a Thank You Water?â
âYeah, I can drink that.â
Jungkook accepts the offer because he can stay with you longer that way.
âComing right up. Get comfy in the meantime.â
Jungkook waits on the sofa, but stands up when you come inside the room. He accepts the water and sits back down. You plop down right in front of him, pulling your legs onto the pillow. Your knees are almost touching the side of thigh.
âYou seriously saved my ass tonight. I was already in bed when I felt something tickle my arm and then I turned on the lights and it was right on my arm. I screamed so loud, you have no idea.â
âThat sounds traumatic.â
âIt was traumatic.â You shudder. âI hate bugs.â
Jungkook laughs softly.
âWhat? Are you laughing at me?â
âNo, just laughing âcause I agree. You really hate bugs.â
âI do. Awful things, seriously.â
He laughs and you laugh as well. Your eyes meet again. He takes a sip of his water then asks a question which scares him a little.
âWhy did you call me?â
âWhy not?â
âI, I meanâ, he stutters, feeling his heart do somersaults.
âYou were my first thought. Itâs probably because youâre always keeping me safe.â
Jungkook swears he wants to kiss you right now. He is the first person you think of when you need help. He is your safe person. Wow, wow, wow.
âIs that weird to say?â you ask him shyly.
âNot at allâ, he gets out in a terribly hoarse voice.
âOkay phew. I knew that I could count on you.â
Jungkook gives you a smile. One you retort with a vast glance at his lips.
Jungkook brings the empty glass to the kitchen to clean it after he finishes it. You follow him.Â
âYou donât have to clean thatâ, you tell him, trying to reach for the glass but he moves it away.
âI got itâ, he assures you, looking at you over his arm.
You and he are so close again. He canât stop looking into your eyes. He knows that he is delusional, but in his mind, your eyes are so bright when you look at him. But itâs not real and he is acting stupid when he is staring like that. He turns his head away, blind to the few more seconds your eyes seem to linger on his face.
âWhat were you doing when I called you?â you ask him, watching his hands as he washes the glass.
âWorking out.â
âReally? At this time?â
âThatâs when I get energised.â
âOf course you do. What were you doing?â
âJust stuff on the floor.â
âNice. Like push ups and stuff?â
âYeah and sit ups.â
âThatâs cool.âÂ
He has his back turned to you, putting away the glass. He is wearing a white oversized shirt, but the movement makes it stick to his body, showing not only his skinny waist but also his built, muscular back. His shoulders grew so much over the past seven months. (Seven months ago was when you decided to download a dating app and told Jungkook about it. Jungkook started working out harder since then.)Â
He closes the cupboard and turns.Â
âSomething wrong?â he asks, somehow oblivious to your stares.Â
âNothing, no uhm.â You look to the side. âYou probably wanna leave now?â
He doesnât want to leave.
âIf you still need me here, I can stayâ, he offers.
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.
âReally?â
He nods his head, giving you a sweet smile with teeth. He would do anything for you, even mess up his sleep schedule.
âMaybe there is another bug, you know?â you say, playing with your own fingers shyly.
His heart is jumping in joy. He can stay longer.Â
âThat could be possible, yeah. Should we check?â he offers as calmly as possible.
âYeah, please.â
Yay! Yay! Yay!
âI know I sound so stupid.â
âYou donât. Come on, Iâll check.â
You and he go to your bedroom together. Jungkook wants to hold your hand, but knows that he canât. You close the door to your bedroom. His pulse flutters for a moment. In another lifetime, this would be the moment you pull him into a kiss. But Jungkook knows that stupid things like different lifetimes are stuff of movies, not reality.
He has to act as your best friend who doesnât have a crush on you if he wanted to or not. He lifts your blanket and shakes it out.
âNo bugsâ, he comments.
âThatâs good, yeah. I should probably check the pillows.â
You crawl onto bed and make it your job to flip each individual pillow. Jungkook looks at you for a moment. He hates that things like different lifetimes are stuff of movies. Because in a different lifetime, he jumps onto bed with you to hug you. He listens to your giggle and makes you giggle even harder by tickling your sides.
You, oblivious to his longing stares, flip yet another pillow.Â
âNo bugs here, thank god. I probably sound insane to you, but Iâm actually so scared that thereâs a whole bug family in this room.â
âYou donât sound insane. Iâll take care of them if we find them.â
âYouâre seriously my hero.â
Jungkook is thinking. Maybe he could still make you laugh, he thinks. Not by showering you in skinship, but differently.Â
âHey, check this outâ, he says.
âWhat? Did you find another bug?!â you gasp, whipping around instantly.
âIâm a bug. Bzzzâ, he says and jumps onto bed, flapping his arms as if he was a bug flying.
You cough out air, following it up with a loud laugh.
Jungkook flops onto his back and wiggles his limps.
âNow Iâm flipped onto my back and canât get upâ, he says, squirming from side to side stupidly. âHelp me. Bzzzz.â
You laugh to the point it becomes just a little ugly and way too loud. At least you would call it that. Jungkook calls it the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. He loves to be goofy when it means that he can make you laugh. Some people call him childish and tell him to act his age, but Jungkook doesnât care about these people because you love the way he is. You always smile and laugh so much when he gets goofy and childish and it is so worth every rude comment he gets. One time, he played around with a snapback hat, acting silly with it until you cackled loudly. Another time he showed you a card trick with goofy sound effects, basking in the giggles you gave him. He knows that he looks stupid in these moments, but he would literally turn into a silly jester if it meant that you could laugh just one more time.
âHelp me, Iâm a bug and I canât get upâ, he whines dramatically.
âWait, Iâll help youâ, you joke and place your hands on his torso. One on his chest, the other on his stomach.
He tenses up like a board of wood, forgetting all about being silly. His limbs drop, as does his heart. You are touching him! This never happened before when he acted goofy. What should he do? What is the correct reaction to this?
âWhy are you such a heavy bug? I canât flip youâ, you are still being playful with him, but Jungkook canât find humour anymore. He is starstruck.Â
He chuckles deeply, letting out a breathy, âyeah.âÂ
You glance at him. The second your eyes meet, his heart is racing. You are so fucking beautiful.Â
âHehâ, he lets out and places his hand over yours, eyes flitting to your lips unknowingly.
âHmâ, you let out, studying his gazing eyes. Your lips feel kissed just from his look.Â
âMhmâ, he hums and smiles, shimmying his head just a little closer to you. He feels your minty breath swirl over his face like this, squeezing your hand in reaction. What if he just did it? What if he just kissed you right here and now?
Your smile falls.
âSorryâ, you whisper, pulling your hands back and sitting up.Â
Jungkook gasps for air, coming back to reality. What was this moment? Is he going crazy? Why would he do that?
Your eyes meet for a brief second then you look away again, rubbing the side of your neck.
Jungkook sits up, âI should, uhm, probably check under the bed too, right?â he tries to change topics and rolls over to stick his head under the bed. He might die of heart palpitations.
There are a few boxes under the bed, some shoe boxes and an exposed adult toy. Jungkook does a double take. Oh god, panic.
Jungkook shoots back up, staring at you with big eyes.
âWhat?â
âYou uhmâŠâ
âWhat?â You crawl to the edge and bend down to look, shooting up again within a second, âWhat did you see??â
His entire face flushes, he looks to the side instantly, right hand coming to rub the side of his neck. Your entire face feels on fire, you want to die on the spot.
âI, I didnât see anything I swearâ, he stutters.
âKook, please donât remember thisâ, you insist, shaking him by his shoulders.
âItâs seriously fineâ, he assures you, panicking so so much.
âThis is so embarrassing.â
âNo, itâs okay. Sorry for invading your space like that.â
âIâm actually gonna cry, please donât remember thisâ, you beg him.
âI didnât even see anythingâ, he lies, feeling his heart give up. For real, it will give up. He feels so guilty. You are so upset and uncomfortable and itâs all his fault. âIâm sorry.â
âNo you, I guess, I donât know, I justâ, you stutter, unable to form any coherent sentences.
Jungkook feels just as awkward as you, suddenly needing to stand up.
âI think I should goâ, he says.
âReally?â
âYeah, itâs getting late.â
âOh, yeah. Totally.â
Fuck, fuck, fuck. You fucked it. You are internally panicking, blind to the fact that Jungkook is panicking as well.
His face is so red and itâs making him scared that you can see it. He doesnât want you to think that he is imagining you like that, because he really isnât. But for just a second it crossed his mind and it managed to dye his face so red that he feels like crying. Of course he wants to stay with you. Of course he wants to spend every single second of this night with you, talking and laughing and looking at you, but he might not be able to get rid of this blush right now. He needs to leave.
You follow behind him, panicking more and more. You let him put on his shoes and his beanie, you watch him close his jacket unable to say anything. You swear that you always clean up after yourself, but you were busy this morning and forgot to put it away after sanitizing it. Jungkook was never supposed to see it. Not him. Everyone but him.
âIâll text you once Iâm homeâ, Jungkook tells you.
âYouâre not disgusted now, are you?â you finally get the scary words out.
âWhat?â
You are both dragging out the inevitable.Â
âI donât know, justâŠI tried the dating app stuff. I met people, you know?â
Jungkook feels like dying when you talk about this stuff. He stands in the apartment complex hallways, looking at you as you tell him about your hook ups and he wants to fucking die as he does. He has been loyal to you ever since he started this stupid crush on you. Of course he knows that it is impossible of him to expect the same from you. But he has been so fucking loyal to you that you literally broke his heart seven months ago when you told him about your newest download. He wasnât strong enough to get over his crush, so now he dies all over again each time you tell him about your hook-ups.
âAnd it just felt weird. I couldnât do itâ, you confess.
âReally?â suddenly what happened before is wiped from his mind. You never went through with it? His loyalty was reciprocated? Jungkook knows that he is being so delusional right now and yet he still hangs on to your every word like a worshipper of your syllables, staring at your lips as you talk.
âYeah, but I still have needs, you know? Oh god, why did I say that? This didnât make it better. Just forget I ever said anything.â
âI, I didnât hear anythingâ, Jungkook stutters, feeling weak-kneed. The wall between him being a good person and a reckless person is as fragile as a sheet of fresh ice. One wrong step from you and he might actually confess how he really feels.
âOkay good, letâs keep it at that.â You push at his chest. Jungkook swears he actually whimpers as you do it. âGo home and let us forget about all of this, please.â
Should he do it? Should he be reckless?
You step back, now standing in your apartment.
Do it! Open, mouth!
âText me once youâre home, okay?â
âOkay.â
No! This isnât the right thing to say! Be reckless!
âThank you for tonight, sleep tight.â
âSweet dreams.â
Tell her! Fucking tell her!
The door closes.
Jungkook falls out of his fearful trance, gasping for air. His heart tells him to knock for another chance, his mind tells him not to. He turns and leaves, hitting his own head as punishment for being the most stupid person that ever existed. Tonight could have gone so well. He could have had more time with you, he got the confirmation that you never tried the dating app thing, he had everything and he has to ruin it by being a creep. Why did he look under your bed? Thatâs where most people store their sexy stuff. Why did he have to make you uncomfortable? What if you never want to see him again? What if he ruined your friendship without ever doing the one thing he always wished to ruin it with? In his dreams he always ruined it by confessing his feelings, but his reality was because he was a creep.
Jungkook cries in his car on his way home. He forgets about texting you and spends a sleepless night regretting his choices.
Maybe he did fall asleep, otherwise it would be impossible for his phone to rip him awake the next day. He barely opens his puffy eyes at first, but opens them widely when he sees that it is you calling him.
âHello?â he picks up hastily.
âOh thank god. You didnât text me last night and I was worried.â
The text! Jungkook slaps his own forehead, sitting up straight.
âIâm so sorry, IâŠâ
âItâs okay, I already had a gist that you forgotâ, you assure him, âdo you have time?âÂ
âOf course, whatâs up?â
âYou know, uhm.â You laugh in embarrassment. âLast night was a mess, wasnât it?â
âNo uhm, itâs fine.â
âYou wouldnât be down for a grocery trip with barbeque and beer afterwards, would you? My treat, as an apology for traumatising you.â
âOf course, I would. Today?â
âYes, in like two hours? Iâll get off work soon and could go straight to the store.â
You and Jungkook often go grocery shopping together. You already have a favourite store to go to. Jungkook loves these moments. He loves to carry the heavy bags for you and get the stuff you canât reach. He loves to push the cart while you tell him about your day and then load the groceries into the bags with you. In another lifetime, you and he push the cart together and he steals kisses between aisles. In another lifetime, he holds your hand and the bags in the other. And in another lifetime, you and he go to your apartment to cook dinner for date night on the couch. Jungkook really wishes to live a different life sometimes.
âTwo hours sounds greatâ, he agrees in a cool voice even if he wants to squeal. He gets to go grocery shopping with you! How amazing!
âNice, then weâll see each other there.â
âYes, weâll see each other. Iâm really excited for it.â
âMe too. See you later, yeah? My boss is coming back.â
âSee you later. Good luck at work.âÂ
âThanks, Kook. Bye bye.â
Goodbye, my everything, my dream girl, my love. He thinks.
âBye.â He says.
The phone call ends. Jungkook drops back into the pillow and lets out a yelp of celebration, following it up with excessive kicking and punching of the air as well as squeaky giggles.Â
He didnât ruin everything and he will see you in two hours. Today is the best day of his life! But wait! Jungkook gasps and jumps out of bed.
âI need to get ready! Shower and wash my hair and pick an outfit! And do my skincare and brush my teeth! There is so much to do, oh godâ he talks to himself, running through his apartment.
You are pacing in front of the store. Jungkook isnât late, you are just early. Early enough to become painfully aware of your nervousness. You wonder how it will be between the two of you after last night. You could barely fall asleep because you were so embarrassed. Work didnât distract you either, your thoughts kept repeating what had happened last night. You hope that he doesnât look at you differently after what he had to see. It would literally ruin you.
Jungkook is your best friend. But if someone asked you honestly, you would say that he is the boy of your dreams. He is everything you ever dreamed of and everything you will never be able to have. He is too perfect for you. If there were no consequences for your actions, you would tell him how you really feel. You would tell him that you think that he is the most attractive man and person you have ever seen, that he is the kindest soul with the sweetest heart. That he is talented and amazing and the funniest person ever. And that you feel safe with him.Â
You would tell him that every time he comes to your place or you to hisâ and you spend time together, you wish that it was a date instead. You want to tell him that every time your bodies touch, your heart jumps out of your chest. You want to tell him that you keep repeating all the moments with him over and over again and that sometimes at work, you text him because you canât stop thinking about him. You also want to tell him that you thought about killing the bug yourself before deciding to call Jungkook just to have him close.
And the worst of it all? You want to tell Jungkook that the only reason why you downloaded the dating app was to get over your feelings for him because you knew that someone as perfect as Jungkook would never want to have you. But actions have consequences and so you call him your best friend whilst secretly wishing for him to just be reckless and kiss you.
Jungkook appears on the horizon, swerving through the crowd in a stoic expression. Your heart speeds up instantly. He is wearing black pants with a stripped shirt and a black jacket today. His hair falls on soft waves, his skin glows in the sun. He is so dreamy and handsome.Â
His eyes find you in front of the store, his face lights up and he lifts his arm to wave at you. You wave back, bouncing on your tiptoes. He saw you! He is waving at you!Â
He hurries through the crowd faster than before, reaching you within moments.
âHey thereâ, he says.
âHeyâ, you tell him and give him a hug.Â
Jungkook short circuits. He gets no time to react before you already step back again. You just hugged him. Holy moly, wow.Â
âSorry, was that not okay?â you ask, studying his frozen features.
âWhat?â He flinches back to life. âNo, it was amazing, I mean, it was okay. I uhm, I have this for you.â
He lifts a bouquet of sunflowers.
âSunflowers? For me?â
âYeah, I saw them and thought of you.â
âYou did?â
You accept them with shortened breath and a quickened heart. You are currently screeching inside. You feel on cloud nine.
âA-as a best friend of course, because weâre best friends.â
âOh. Yes.â You clear your throat. âWe are. Thank you for the friendship flowers. Iâll put them in water once Iâm home. Hopefully theyâll survive till then.âÂ
âIâm sure they will. Thatâs why I put the paper towel there.â
âI know, I saw. Thatâs so clever.â
âYeah, thanks.â He does a little twirl so he stands next to you, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants in a cute way. âSo what do we need? Any particular groceries in mind?âÂ
You and he start walking to the store. He opens the door for you, holding it until you are inside. He follows and goes straight for the carts. You are next to him.
âYes, Iâm out of multigrain rice so Iâm buying all of them to make my mixture again and I wanna stock up on udon because they have a sale going on.â
âNeat, a sale. Iâll get some tooâ, Jungkook says, leaning his elbows on the cart as he pushes it. âI wanna see if they have the lychees again. They were so yummy last time.â
âThey were. Especially with that sauce you made.â
âI can make them for you again.â
âReally?âÂ
He nods his head, âsure, you could come over Saturday and weâll watch a movie. I heard that thereâs a few new movies to stream.â
âI should be free on Saturday.â
âNice, then youâll come over.â
You and he exchange a look, breaking it quickly to look at opposite sides. Unbeknownst to either, you are both panicking. Jungkook is so excited to have you come over but is also terribly nervous about the aspect of it. You canât wait to visit Jungkook but are also scared of the yearning.Â
A moment of silence where you each fill the cart with stuff you want. You and Jungkook always fill up the cart together and then separate the groceries afterwards. In another lifetime, you donât need to separate the groceries. In another lifetime, you share the same bag and fill the same fridge to cook from the same pots and eat on your shared couch whilst a show was running.Â
âHow was your day?â Jungkook asks because other lifetimes donât exist and in his real life, the only shared thing he gets with you is time.
âIt was okay. Yours?â
âI woke up like two hours ago.â
You chuckle, âof course you sleep while I have to work my ass off.â
âHey, Iâm on a well-deserved break, I earned the night owl lifestyleâ, he throws back, making you laugh with it.
âIâm not saying anything against it. I need a break soon.â
âIs work stressful?â
âYeah, quite. Thereâs been lots of new projects coming in.â
âNo, Iâm sorry. If there is something I can do, let me know.â
You look at him.Â
âI will, thank you.â
In another lifetime, you would hug his arm and rest your head against it and you would tell him that you donât mind a stressful workday when it meant spending time with him afterwards.Â
Jungkook meets your eyes. His heart flutters nervously, speeding up more when you look away. If he was your boyfriend, he would hold your hand and tell you that you looked beautiful after a long work day.Â
âI like the way you did your hair todayâ, he says instinctively. He has no idea why he said that because he never says stuff like that to you. He panics because of it. His tongue worked quicker than his brain.Â
You reach up to feel your hair, âyou do?â
âYes, it fits you really well.âÂ
âThank youâ, you murmur and cross a corner without warning, leaving him alone for a few seconds.
Jungkook follows after you hastily, confused as to why you so abruptly fled. Oh no. He went too far with the compliment. He definitely creeped you out again.Â
You are squatting down in front of the grain section, reading the labels carefully. Jungkook parks the cart next to you, standing still. He tries not to, but still looks at you. You shift your eyes to him, widen them and look away again. Jungkook swears he might cry. He made you uncomfortable.Â
âIâm sorry for saying that. I, I meant it as a friend.â
âHm? Ah, itâs okay. Thank you for saying it, I liked itâ, you say and stand up, filling the cart with the grain. Jungkookâs heart flutters happily. He didnât mess up. Yay!
âGot everything you wanted?â he asks.
âYep, except black rice. Do you see it somewhere?â
âUp thereâ, Jungkook says, pointing at it. The lower racks are empty, only the racks which are clearly for staff to reach so they could refill the store are stacked with the rice.Â
âNice.â You try to reach it, but fail. âKook, can you get it?â
âSure, let meâ, he says, stepping right behind you to get the rice from the staff rack. His chest brushes against your back. You gasp. He feels dizzy, but acts nonchalant.
âThere we go yourâŠ.riceâ, Jungkook says, eyes flitting down to you looking up at him. He didnât even realise that you turned.Â
There is almost no distance and so Jungkook tries to step back to be respectful because friends donât stand this close. You grab him by his jacket, making him gulp and panic greatly. His left hand grabs the edge of the shelf, his chest lifts in a deep gasp. You are taller today because of the shoes you are wearing. The shortened distance between your lips is making him dizzy.
âAbout last nightâ, you begin, but he interrupts you before you apologise for something you have no reason to.
âItâs alright. I shouldnât have snooped, Iâm sorry.â
âYou didnât snoop, I justâŠI clean up, I was just busy and forgot and Iâ, you exhales deeply, âIâm not making it any better talking by about it, am I?â
He laughs softly and reaches down to cup your hand, caressing your knuckles softly. The lines blur more and more. You both feel weightless. You can smell his cologne like this, he can smell your perfume. Itâs like you are high on each other.
âIf it makes you feel any better, I have some toys tooâ, he says, making your eyes widen. You look to the side and let out a giggle. Jungkook knows that it is of shy nature and so he giggles with you. âDid that help or did I just embarrass myself for nothing?â
âNo, it helped.â You meet his eyes, fingers squeezing his jacket.Â
Jungkook holds his breath, fingers tightening on the shelf. He is being so greedy. Itâs so unfair to you.Â
âI, uhm.â He clears his throat and slips his hand from the shelf to present the rice to you. âYour rice.â
âOh? Thanks, uhm, put it in the cart.âÂ
He steps back. Your hands slip from his jacket, his fingers stop holding you. They tingle in the memory of how it was to cradle you this way. His thoughts are racing, trying to calculate the weight of his confession. If he confessed, what would he lose? Your friendship, your time, the movie hangouts, the cooking together, the shared workouts, your texts and calls and video chats. All your laughter and smiles and giggles. Jungkook gulps. The loss is too great. He canât confess. Nope, never.Â
He grips the cart and pushes it, hoping that walking it off will help with the heart palpitations. You walk next to him, resting your hand on the metal cage part of the cart.
âDid you sleep well last night?â he asks you.
âCan I be honest? Not really. I was so embarrassed.â
âIâm sorry.â
âItâs not your fault. Iâm just awkward.â
He chuckles, you chuckle with him. You give him a glance.
âI think I donât have to ask you if you slept well at night because you never sleep at night.â
He laughs, you do as well.
âThatâs not true. I can sleep at night too, I simply choose not to. Oh wait. I need buckwheat noodles.â
You and he stop in front of the section. You stay by the cart while Jungkook browses the options.Â
âShould I make you makguksu?â he offers mindlessly.
âToday?â
âYeah.â
âSo you donât wanna go for barbecue and beer?â You chuckle and nudge his arm, sending tingles all over his skin. âDid you already forget again, you doofus?â
âI might have.â He gives you a sorry, cute smile.
Jungkook makes you laugh with it.
âKook, you little scatterbrain youâ, you chuckle, leaning into him.Â
Jungkook leans closer, placing his arm around your waist without touching you. In another lifetime, he would close the last distance. But not in reality. He looks at your lips, asking himself why you seek him out today and why he takes the chances so greedily. He shouldnât do that. You are just friends, nothing more.
âUh, sorryâ, you say and step away again.Â
Jungkook gulps, gasps for air. He doesnât understand what today means, but whatever you are doing is actually messing with him. He hasnât been able to breathe properly ever since that hug you gave him. You seem so clingy, but he doesnât understand why.Â
You grab the cart and push it.
âI think I have everything I need. You?â
âYeah, yeah sureâ, Jungkook stutters, stumbling after you like a lovesick puppy. He doesnât know where to put his hands and so he ends up stuffing them into his pants pockets while his eyes are glued to the back of your head. He is seriously under your spell. Every part of him.
You load the groceries on the conveyor belt together and then load them into separate bags. You pay for all of them and wish the cashier a good day. Jungkook carries the bags like always, while you are allowed to walk freely with the bouquet of flowers cradled in your arms.
âIâll pay you back at homeâ, he says, swerving outside as you hold the door open for him.
âTodayâs on me. As a thank you for yesterday and an apology.â
âWhat? But I bought so muchâ, Jungkook gasps, pouting sadly.
âItâs fine. I have money.â
âBut-â
âNo buts. Iâm paying.â
Jungkook pouts, huffing out air in defeat.
âFine, but Iâll pay for your stuff too one day.â
You chuckle, âdeal.âÂ
You and he walk together.
âYou should really start accepting when I offer. Itâs not a competition.â
âI just feel uncomfortable making you pay.â
âWhy?â
Because youâre his dream girl and you should never have to pay for him. He should be your wallet whenever you are out together, he should fulfil your every wish.Â
âI donât know, just so. You work so hard for your money.â
âYou work just as hardâ, you say and chuckle. âKook, youâre so competitive.â
Jungkook smiles, shaking his head in defeat.Â
âI guess am.â
You grin, hugging the flowers tighter. With a little skip in your steps, you close the distance. Just enough that one small movement would be enough for your arms to brush.Â
Jungkook glances at you. You are gazing at the flowers, smiling so brightly that your nose scrunches up. He could swear that your eyes are sparkling.Â
The lines blur again. He wonders if it would be okay for him to be a bad person, if he was allowed to slip his hand into yours even if you never gave him consent for it. There is not much he can still take.
You lower your nose into the flowers and smell them, closing your eyes in a happy squint. The metaphorical glass of how much Jungkook can take floats over.
He says your name and knows that the next words are coming out of him before he can think them through.
âYeah?â You look at him.
He is nervous and scared, but still talks, âcan we talk about something?â
âSure. Whatâs up?â
Panic. His situation finally sunk into his consciousness.Â
âI uhmâŠuhâŠI have a crush on someone.â
Microexpressions wash over your face. Shock, surprise, disbelief, jealousy, hurt, friendliness. A smile curls your lips. It doesnât reach your eyes.
âYeah? Itâs about time you doâ, the words and your voice carry a hint of teasing, but most of all forced friendliness.
You lower the flowers, carrying them in one hand by your side. They look sad like this. Jungkook doesnât notice because he is staring at the road in front of him because otherwise he would pass out in nervousness. He is almost twenty seven, but feels sixteen again.
âSheâs like really, really great and awesome and amazing and wonderful and so kind and perfectâ, Jungkook continues, heart racing to the point he feels dizzy. He saw this kind of confession in movies. He always thought that it was so cute when the guy did it. It isnât obvious enough to ruin everything just in case you didnât feel the same, but it is still cute enough that you canât help but be giddy.
âMh-hmâ, you hum, nodding your head.Â
âAnd I keep thinking about her. She is so pretty when she laughs and I love being in her presence. She likes my jokes and she always makes me laugh in return. YeahâŠâ
âThatâs great.â
âYeah, she is so great. I really wanna ask if she feels the same.â Jungkook falters in nervousness. He is going to ask the question. He is so scared. âIf you were me, what would you do?â
You take a deep breath and release it loudly, âI donât know. I havenât had a crush in so long.â
Jungkook falters, heart tightening. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Oh. This is bad. This is really bad.Â
âAh, I see.â He gulps.
âBut let me know if you figure it out. Then we can go on a double date.âÂ
Wait. Wait. This is bad. Double date? This is so bad.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks weakly.
âYou know, you and your girl and me and my boy.â
âYou have a boy?â
âYeah, soon. Iâm talking to this boy on the dating app. He is very cute.â
âButâŠdidnât you say that you gave up on the app?â
âNo uhâŠno, itâs just that I only talk to this one boy now.â
Jungkook bites back tears.
âI see.âÂ
âMhm, yeah. Letâs go on a double date.â
No. No this is all wrong. No this isnât what was meant to happen. No.Â
âPlease.â
Jungkook doesnât even realize that he begged out loud until you look at him in question.
âPlease what?â
You and he stop. Strangers stream past you like you and he were two rocks in a river. You are facing each other, so close yet so far away.Â
You lied to him. There is no other boy. There never was and never will be. But there will always be other girls for him while you stay his best friend. Lying is all that you have at this point.Â
âPlease what?â you repeat the question.
âIâŠâ Jungkook breathes. âIâŠnevermind.â
Silence. Your eyes are locked so deeply that the world around you is blurry.
âOkay?â
âMhm yeah.â
His jaw tightens and he breaks the eye contact, looking to the side with his tongue in his cheek. He seemed angry. You would be lying if you said that you werenât feeling angry yourself. You turn away from him and continue walking. You donât want to be next to him right now. It hurts to only stay his best friend.
He looks at the back of your head and how it becomes smaller and smaller from distance. He doesnât understand you. He thought that the way you looked at him in the store meant something. And yet all this time you had another boy. He feels so betrayed that for just a second, he considers walking the other direction and leaving you to wonder where he went. However, two things hold him back; his competitiveness and his honest feelings for you.
He wonât stay your best friend any longer. He just decided that. He is going to fight for you, make you fall for him and forget all about the stupid boys you meet on this stupid dating app. He is better than any of them. He could treat you better, make you laugh harder, give you better hugs and kisses and provide you with afterglow so addicting you will get hot cheeks at work just thinking about it. He is your best friend, goddamn it, and he knows you better than any of these strangers ever will. And he is not going to lose you to some boy.
He jogs to catch up with you, calling your name with a certain harshness.
You turn. Your eyes meet. Jungkookâs brain short circuits.
âWhat?â you ask him, sounding small because of being called so harshly.
âI, I was just wondering, uhm, should we get ice cream after?â he asks because he panicked.
You shrug your shoulders, âI guess.â
âItâs on me, yeah?â
âYeah, okay.â
Jungkook inches closer, saying your name softly.
âWhat do you want?â
âI messed up before.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI, I just. I thought that I was doing a good job, but I think I made you think something else.â
âJungkook. I had a long day, please donât talk in riddles.â
âDonât date other boys.â
âExcuse me?â
Jungkook gulps, panicking because of your offended and harsh tone.
âI, I, I justâ, he stutters, widening his eyes.
âNo. What do you mean? I can date who I want.â
âI know, I didnât mean it like that. I meant that, oh god, I meant that I donât want you to see other boys.â
âHuh?â
âAh no, wait.â He slaps his own forehead. âWait.â
You cross your arms in front of your chest, âwhat makes you think that you can tell me what I can or canât do?â
âNo I didnât mean it like that. Wait just give me a moment, please Iâm panicking.â
You purse your lips, studying his face intensely.
âAre you also so nervous?â he asks.
âWhatâs with you all of a sudden?â you ask him, honestly worried. His face is as red as ripe strawberries.
Jungkook closes the distance and takes your hands, eliciting a gasp from you. He squeezes them gently, staring into your eyes as deeply as possible.
âThis wasnât how I always imagined this to go, but I canât stay quiet anymore. ___, the girl I have a crush on is-â
âSeriously?â
You and Jungkook turn around at the angry voice next to you. Â
âSuho? What are you doing here?â you ask.
âWhoâs that?â Jungkook says.
âKim Suho. I met him on the dating app. We went on like one date a month agoâ, you explain and slip your hands out of Jungkookâs hold to turn to the other guy, âwhat are you doing here?â
Jungkook stares at him darkly, clenching his jaw. You told him about this dude in passing. He hates him so much, hating him even more now that he interrupted this moment.
âThatâs what youâre going with? Seriously?â Suho throws back.
âYeah, you-â
âWhat the fuck are you doing with him? I told you to stop being friends with him, didnât I?â
Jungkook looks at you with big eyes. You never told him that. You always said that you lost interest in Suho because of different hobbies, but never mentioned that he could have been the actual reason.
âAnd I told you that you canât tell me what to do. Jungkook is my best friend and I wonât give him up for a man.â
âYes but I wasnât any man, I was your man.â
âHuh? No you werenât. We went on one date and you totally lost it when I told you that I had a male best friend.â
âBecause he isnât just your friend. Youâre in love with him.â
Jungkook swears that he passes out standing up for a second. Feelings? You have feelings for him? Did you tell Suho that or is he assuming because he is one of those weird men that think women arenât allowed to have male friends? What does all of this mean?
âWhat?â You laugh nervously. âNo? Of course not.â
âOh donât be ridiculous. I followed you from work and through the store. I saw everything.â
âHuh? What?â you gasp, hurrying to Jungkook instinctively because you know that he will keep you safe.
âDude, what the fuck? You creep, stay away from herâ, Jungkook says harshly and steps in front of you, feeling the fire of protectiveness start to burn in his chest.
âI saw what I saw. You have feelings for each otherâ, Suho says, pointing an accusing finger at you and Jungkook.
Jungkook and you exchange a look.Â
âNo IâŠâ
Suho scoffs and looks at Jungkook.
âAnd you? Gonna fucking pretend that youâre just friends or should I start punching you?â
âDude, Iâve never even met youâ, Jungkook defends himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
âIâll still fucking punch you.â
âDonât you dareâ, you hiss at him.
âShut up, ___.â
âHey, donât talk to her like thatâ, Jungkook speaks up loudly, making himself bigger. He doesnât care when people are aggressive to him, but he cannot accept aggression towards you.
âOr what?â
âYou wanna find out? Donât talk to her like that.â
Suho rushes to Jungkook and pushes at his chest. He thought that he could move him, but he canât. Jungkook just gawks at him in utter surprise.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks confused.
âWhy arenât you budging? Fall over you idiotâ, Suho growls and tries again with all his might.Â
Jungkook takes a small step back but then stays unmoving.Â
âDude, seriously. What are you doing?â
Suho growls and punches Jungkook. Except that he is so bad at it that Jungkook can easily dodge him. He reacts calmly to the aggression, redirecting Suho by turning him and giving him a gentle push away from him.
Suho stumbles and whips around.
âYou-â
Jungkook steps closer, âgive it up, man.â
Suho shifts his attention to you, pointing his finger at you. He tries to get to you by swerving past Jungkook, but the latter steps in front of you again, stopping Suho with a firm hand on his chest. He didnât show it, but the contact was definitely made with strength because Suho stumbles back from it.
âI said. Give it up. Iâm not gonna repeat myself againâ, he warns. For just a second his voice was deeper than usual and his eyes darker. You canât stop staring in awe, feeling so attracted to him that it is difficult not to grab him right here and now.
Suho ignores him, talking over Jungkookâs shoulder.
âItâs over. Iâm breaking up with you.â
âHuh? We werenât even together in the first place?â you say very confused.
âYes, wellâŠ. Now itâs really over. And just so you know, Iâll block you on everything.â
âI mean, okay.â
Suho turns and runs down the street clumsily.
A moment of silence. Jungkook turns to you. He is ready to take you into his arms if you need support.
âEverything okay?â he asks hesitantly.
âHonestly? I couldnât care less about this tantrum. What the fuck was that? We went on one date and it sucked ass. I mean, who in their right mind expects someone to give up their best friend? I donât even know this dude.â
âWould you have done it if you liked him?â
âWhat? No, of course not. I like you, not him.â
âWhat?!â
You look at Jungkook with big eyes.
âI, I meanâŠâ you look at his lips and Jungkook finally notices.
Holy fuck. Suho was right.
He drops the grocery bags and closes the distance, cupping your face. To his delighted surprise, you practically melt into his hands, gazing at him with dreamy eyes and your fingers closing around his wrists greedily.
âWas he right?â Jungkook asks, looking between your right and left eye. âDo you have feelings for me?â
âIâm scaredâ, you whisper.
âScared of what?â
âYou are so perfect and Iâm not. I donât want to know how you feel about me, so justâŠletâs just forget about what happened please.â
âYouâre not perfect? What the fuck? Youâre literally perfect. If someoneâs unworthy, itâs me.â
âWhat?â
Jungkook gulps.Â
You touch his chest.
âKook, what?â
âYouâre my fucking dream girl, ___â he finally confesses and now canât be stopped, âI get excited when you text me and get sad when I donât hear from you. Each time we hang out, I kinda wish that we somehow magically end up together. I repeat every little touch and shared laughter and look. Sometimes I canât fall asleep because of you, but wish to do so because in my sleep I can meet you in my silly, wishful dreams. Do you have any idea how in love I am with you?â
âAre you serious?âÂ
Jungkook nods his head, forcing your tears to finally flow. He gasps and begins wiping them away instantly.
âIâm sorry. Fuck, Iâm sorry. Please donât cry, I promise I wonât try anything. You, you wonât lose your best friend.â
âIâm just happy. So happy.â
âYou are?â
âI feel the same for you. I have done so for a long time.â
âReally?â
âYes, really.â You sniffle. âYouâre my dream boy too, Jungkook.â
âOh my god. Oh my god! Yippie!â he exclaims and overtaken by happiness, he swoops you off your feet to twirl with you, making you squeal happily as you hold onto him for dear life. Strangers definitely look at you weird, but you couldnât care less. They are non-existent for you and him. He likes you and you like him back. This day is the best day you and he ever had.
He sets you down after the twirling, cradling your face so he could hold it still for way too many kisses. He gives you kisses everywhere except your lips, making you giggle and laugh and tingle the entire time.
âIâm so happy, youâre so pretty and perfect and amazing and pretty and amazing and Iâm gonna kiss you there and there and there and oh my god youâre so perfect, Iâm gonna kiss you there and there, wow oh wowâŠâ he babbles between kisses, truly sending your heart into overdrive.
He probably would have continued his babbling for hours if you hadnât stopped him by lacing your fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth into a kiss.
âAndmhgmhâ, he lets out, gawking at you first before the realisation of his situation sinks in. His knees buckle, his left hand grabs your hips and his right hand cradles your head, eyes falling closed. He is kissing you. He feels weightless, floating in time and space. His heart races so much that he feels it throb against his ribcage, the butterflies in his stomach are unbearably exciting. He dreamt of this moment a million times before, fantasised about it twice as much and yet he still wasnât ready for it. Your kiss is like heaven on earth. He swears that he gains new life through it. He wants to kiss you until his lungs run out of air, but you break it.
âWas that okay for me to do?â you ask him shyly.
Now itâs his turn to spill tears and for you to wipe them.
âIâm sorry, I should have ask-â, you donât get to finish your sentence, getting kissed again by Jungkook.
âIâm so fucking happy, you have no ideaâ, he murmurs, showing you his feelings one deep kiss at a time. âYou taste so good.â Kiss, oh so deep. âYour lips are so soft.â Kiss, the kind which makes your knees wobble. âYouâre perfect, youâre so perfect.â
You giggle, gazing up at him droopily. Jungkook giggles as well, peeling his eyes open to gaze dreamily. You and he cup each otherâs faces, resting your foreheads together.
âIâm happy.â
âIâm happy too.â
âWow, Iâm so happy.â
âMe too. So happy.â
You giggle together, swaying from side to side. Nothing, truly nothing, has never felt as right as this.
âWere you trying to confess to me before Suho interrupted us?â
âYeah.â
You giggle as you talk, âyou were really shit at it. I thought you were talking about someone else.â
âI know, I panicked so bad. I was so nervousâ, he is giggling too, âare you actually talking to another boy?â
âOf course not, you doofus. I lied.â
âOh my god, Iâm so relievedâ, he gets out and sweeps you off your feet again, carrying you under your butt. He twirls with you, smiling up at you as you squeak and laugh with your head thrown back.
âJungkook stop please, Iâm getting dizzy.â
He sets you down, but keeps touching you, seeking your closeness by rubbing his nose against your cheek. He is so close that the sunflowers are getting squished between you and him. It is a price you sadly have to pay in exchange for finally being able to be glued together.
âIâm so happy, I love you so much.â
âI love you too, Kook. So like barbeque and beer? Is it a date?â you ask.
âItâs the datiest date that has ever datedâ, he says, making you giggle because he is so cute and funny and you like him so, so much. He giggles with you because you are so perfect and perfect and perfect and he likes you so, so much.
âI feel like we have a lot to talk about.â
âYeah, oh god.â He kisses your cheek multiple times. âYou have to tell me all the thoughts you had when we hung out. Were you also so giddy, oh god, I was always so giddy and I kept looking at you because you are so pretty. Were you looking at me too? And, and did you also wish for me to be reckless? I always wanted you to just kiss me. Iâm talking so much, wow, Iâm so happy.â
You giggle, cuddling into him, âyouâre the cutest person ever. I canât wait to tell you everything.â
You nudge him to leave, but stop when Jungkook exclaims a loud âwait!â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âThe groceries. I almost left them hereâ, he says, bending down to get them.
âOh god, youâre so cuteâ, you snicker, hugging his arm and nuzzling into him like you always wanted to do.
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eddie munson x shy fem reader
warnings: hope yâall like CHEESE, reader wears glasses
part two |
letâs go, donât wait masterlist
a/n: this is incredibly self indulgent and lame but i hope yâall enjoy xx.
âYouâre staring⊠again.â
Nancy says under her breath, which has your eyes immediately darting away and back down toward your lunch out of sheer embarrassment.
âI was not staringâŠ.â you hiss, picking at the pile of peas on your tray.
âOh, you soooo were,â she laughs, knocking her shoulder into yours. âWhy donât you just go and talk to him?â
You let out an exasperated breath before glancing over at your best friend. Sheâs giving you that soft yet encouraging gaze thatâs entirely Nancy.
âWhy would someone like him be interested in someone like me?â
Your voice is softer, but that underlying fear bleeds through nonetheless.
âIâm just soâŠ.â you trail off, chewing on your lower lip. âBoring.â
Your eyes have drifted back over to the hellfire table, where they seem to find themselves almost every lunch period now. Totally entranced by the male sitting at the end of the table.
Eddie Munson, dungeon master and local metalhead. Also the guy youâve been harboring the biggest crush on since your junior year.
He looks even more pretty with the afternoon sunlight shining through the windows of the cafeteria, highlighting the warm chestnut hue of his fluffy curls. His lips are poised in an annoyed pout, fingers drumming on the table in rapid succession while he listens to Dustinâs nervous ramblings.
âHeâs just soâ outgoing and doesnât give two shits what these dipshits around here think of him.â
Your lips canât help but quirk up into a small smile when you witness him tossing a pretzel at Mikeâs head.
âYou are not boring,â Nancy sighs, her curls bouncing when she shakes her head in distain. âBut youâre not gonna know if something could work out between you if you donât at least try.â
Your snort has her rolling her eyes, but yours are still transfixed on the boy in question. So much so you havenât noticed the way your glasses continue to slip down the bridge of your nose.
âI doubt he even knows my name, Nance.â
When your eyes suddenly catch his chocolatey brown ones, you feel mortified. Youâve been very careful about your⊠admiring during lunch or in between classes. But Nancy had momentarily distracted you, and now youâd been caught red handed.
Unbeknownst to you, this isnât the first time heâs noticed your wandering gaze. Soft eyes that are filled with the utmost longing and kindness. Someone with a reputation such as Eddie Munson doesnât have looks like that thrown his way very often.
So itâs no surprise heâs caught on.
But you donât seem to notice the way he always glances back once you look away, dark eyes seeking out your figure in the halls. The longing of his own for you to finally meet his gaze. But your nose is either stuck in a book or those pretty eyes are trained on your feet.
It was maddening.
You quickly break his curious stare and jump to your feet, missing the way he shoots up from his own seat. You sling your backpack over your shoulder and leave your tray abandoned.
âI gotta go⊠Iâll see you later, Nance,â you say before she even has time to protest, keeping your head down as you make your way toward the exit.
Mentally still kicking yourself for being caught gawking at him like a bumbling idiot. But your heart leaps into your throat when you hear the slapping of sneakers on the linoleum behind you.
Before you can even process whatâs happening you all but collide into a denim clad chest, gasping softly when his arms slip around your waist to catch you before you almost stumble backwards onto your ass.
âWhoa, easy there,â he chuckles, those same pouty lips quirking up into a lopsided grin. âDidnât mean to scare yaâŠâ
When he releases you, your whole body deflatesâ already missing the warmth of his palms. Even if it was only for a fleeting moment.
âUh⊠sorry, did you need something?â you ask, unable to hide the confusion in your tone.
He purses his lips, twisting his rings on his fingers in almost a nervous manner.
Why would he be nervous?
âI just had a question is allâŠâ he mumbles, âand honestly, Iâve been meaning to ask you this for a while now.â
And your heart nearly stops when he carefully pushes your glasses back up the bridge of your nose.
âYou free tonight?â
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"they're like ocean waves"
in which: every time you see mingyu, you're hit with feelings of melancholy, nostalgia, and regret.
pair: non-idol!mingyu/author!afab!reader
word count: 7.7k
content: heavy angst, smut x 2!, slight hurt/comfort?, reader lives near the beach, reader is a loner, probably the worst communication you will ever see, bedroom sex, beach sex (they do it on a towel and under an umbrella no sand goes anywhere pls), romantic sex, oral sex, a pregnancy and a miscarriage, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual! and a happy ending i promise
rated: R | nsfw â minors do not interact
author's note: i actually wrote this as a very self indulgent fluff/angst y e a r s ago (2017) and stumbled upon it the other day, so i decided to fix her up, expand on her as an adult (aka add nsfw scenes lol), and reintroduce her to the world... also thank you sososo much to @yunhoszn for helping me work some details through!
You hated the ocean. You hated the beach. You hated the salty sea breeze that would hit your nose and last all day in your hair and on your skin. The worst part was that you hated the memories, and you hated the man that brought the memories.
His name was Kim Mingyu, and his name left a bad taste in your mouth. What was once sweet and rolled off your tongue like a knife through warm butter you now hesitated to utter and choked you like the salt in the ocean, in the sea. In complete honesty, the name itself was so foreign at that point, but his eyes, those eyes that promised her empty lies, his eyes were so darned familiar that you couldn't help but remember them.
You were usually cooped up inside the house frequently as you slaved away at your endless manuscripts that kept piling up but never saw the light of day, and you would force yourself to take breaks. Yet, the second you stepped foot outside, you froze. You were terrified that you were going to run into him because you genuinely wanted nothing to do with him at that point. So, you usually stayed at home, and you drowned in words and papers.
One day, though, you were forced to go outside. Although you hated the beach, you needed to head back to the beach just one last time to develop the setting for your story. You pulled yourself to the beach and stood with your toes buried in the sand and your arms crossed over your chest. There was a beach towel you had laid down on the ground and an umbrella driven into the sand that went over the towel, but you couldn't bring yourself to sit just yet. The warm ocean breeze swept through your hair as you gazed at the setting sun. Orange hues filled your vision as you thought back to the first time you met him, the first time you set foot on the beach.
"Hey there. What's a pretty girl like you doing alone on a beach like this?"
You were sitting on a beach towel on the sand and enjoying the view one fine evening. The sky was painted with different warm colors, and it was truly beautiful. You were so enamored by the sky that you didn't even bother to look in the direction of the person who spoke to you. That, and you kind of wanted to be left alone because his pick up line was a little too sleazy for you.
"I'm enjoying the view," you answered simply.
"Mind if I join you?" the man asked.
You were so ready to tell him off, but he was saved by his devilish good looks. You looked to see him, and you were met with the view of the most breathtaking young man in the most breathtaking backdrop. His golden, sun-kissed skin glimmered in the setting sun, and his eyes sparkled like the ocean when the sun hit it just right. His hair was wet with ocean water and swept back, little beads of water dotting his neck, shoulders, and chest. He shot you the most marvelous smile, stunning you into complete silence. You barely managed to nod, the man sitting down on the beach towel right next to you.
Originally, you had your legs crossed and your back slightly hunched over, but you were suddenly so self-conscious in your two-piece swimsuit around this stunning man that sat next to you, so you hugged your knees to your chest, doing your best to cover up most of your body.
You couldn't help but glance to your side every so often to catch the side profile of the man, and he would glance back, causing you to look away abruptly. That was the extent of it that day. The two of you merely sat on the beach together and shared stolen glances, the sound of the ocean waves crashing filling the silence between the two of you.
What was crazy to you was that it became a recurring thing. You were at the beach every single day for an entire week partly because you actually needed to get into the right mood to work on your latest manuscript, and partly because you were hoping that you would run into the beautiful man; and you did. Every single day for an entire week, the man would meet you at the same spot around the same time and just enjoy the view of the setting sun with you before leaving once the sky got dark and the moon was starting to rise.
The two of you had yet to speak until one week later; you mustered up all of your courage and finally decided to interrupt the crashing waves to talk to him.
"I don't believe I've introduced myself," you stated as you turned to face him.
You stuck your hand out and told him your name, a slight look of shock crossing his face, only to be replaced by the friendliest smile you had ever seen. Your heart thudded wildly in your chest as you tried to figure out what took you aback the most: his gorgeous smile, his warm, inviting hand, or his eyesâ his wonderful, sparkling eyes. He took your hand and held it lightly as he said, "Kim Mingyu."
That was all he said. He only told you his name that day.
As the suns kept setting, and as the days rolled by, you found yourself more and more enthralled with the ethereal being that kept appearing before you. Thankfully, you talked a little more day by day, and day by day, you learned more and more about Kim Mingyu. Not only had you learned more and more about Kim Mingyu, but you also got closer and closer to him as well.
First, your shoulders brushed. Next, you were bumping shoulders. Your fingers touched and laced with each other. Your head leaned onto his shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist, and you gazed at each other fondly. You got closer to each other gradually, naturally, easily.
At the time, everything seemed so simple for you. You had gone to the beach to enjoy the orange sunset and get inspired, but you ended up enjoying Mingyu's sparkling, hopeful eyes more. You enjoyed the way he would talk to you about anything and everything while lightly flirting with you in between conversations. You liked how his eyes would completely light up when he talked about the things he was passionate about, how his smile would get wider as you showed interest in the things he liked, and how he was so completely focused on every single word you said when you told him about the things you liked, the stories you were working on, and even mundane things like how your day was going.
The day that made your heart beat so fast that you wanted it to stop beating so that you could finally breathe was the day he kissed you. You were talking animatedly about God knows what when you saw his slightly narrowed gaze and his subtle smile.Â
"W-What? What is it?" you stuttered, suddenly startled by the way his hand moved from your waist up to your ribcage.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered as leaned in closer to you, his face mere centimeters from yours. "You always look so beautiful when you smile and laugh..."
Your heart skipped several beats for several reasons: the words leaving his mouth, his hand pulling you into him, and his nose brushing against yours. His lips were dangerously close to yours, but they didn't meet yours until you quickly moved forward and left a peck on his. He exhaled softly, a smile playing on his lips before he kissed you again. His hand moved from your body to the back of your head, his fingers running through the roots and massaging your head lightly.
At first, his kisses started tenderly, his soft lips just pressing against yours over and over again, but when you moved your hand to cup his cheek, he couldn't help but take it one step further (not that you were complaining). His lips sucked gently on your lower lip before taking it in between his teeth and tugging lightly, making you moan slightly. You moved your hands to his bare waist and gripped his hips as if it would help you keep your grip on reality, but your mind was slowly melting, and you were sucked into his affection to the point where you didn't even realize he had you pinned to the beach towel you had been sitting on.
The sun was still taking its sweet time descending into the ocean when you brought Mingyu back to your place. Mingyu was bathed in the golden light that seeped through the window in your bedroom as he knelt on the bed before you. He removed the white button-up he never had buttoned up, giving you a complete view of his muscles. You had seen him shirtless a countless number of times, but that didn't stop your heart from threatening to leap out of your chest.
Mingyu silently held his hands out for you to take, guiding you so that you were kneeling on the bed as well so that he could hold your waist with a firm but gentle grip. When his hand slipped behind your back and brought you closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He kissed you passionately several times before brushing his nose against your jawline so he could leave kisses along the curve of your neck. You sighed sensually when you felt him trail his kisses along your shoulder, his fingers moving up to slip the strap of your pale sundress off your shoulder.
However, Mingyu's patience wore thin. He bunched up the fabric of your sundress and pulled it off you, leaving you in nothing but your pantiesâ but you were quick to take those off yourself because you, too, were impatient. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, taking in every square inch of your bare body. You were starting to feel self-conscious, but he didn't give you the chance to doubt yourself more. He pulled you flush against him and kissed you hungrily, his fingers dragging along the curve of your waist before he wrapped his arms around you and slowly laid you down on the bed.
Mingyu knelt between your legs. He trailed his kisses down your neck, over your collarbones, and to your breast. He licked your nipple before taking your breast into his mouth, both of his hands moving to massage your breasts. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes as he sucked painfully hard on your tits, your back arching as you let out a pleasure-filled whimper. It did not help when he switched breasts, making sure he gave both of them equal amounts of love.
"Ahâ! Mingyu..." you sighed blissfully when he moved away from your breasts to suck on your clit. That sigh turned into a loud whimper when he fully committed to eating you out, his mouth slurping on your arousal. You cursed under your breath and ran your fingers through his hair when he slipped two of his fingers into your cunt.
Mingyu refused to let up. He ate you out as if he was a starved man, unable to get enough of your sweet taste. You could help but roll your hips in rhythm as you chased your high. What did it for you was him sitting up and fingering you hard, his fingers rubbing against your G-spot with enough force and speed to make you cum. Your cunt quivered as you came, a sweet, loud moan leaving your lips and echoing in your bedroom and Mingyu's ears.
Your chest heaved as you gasped and tried to regulate your breathing. Through half-lidded eyes, you watched Mingyu move back towards you. He brought the two fingers he had buried in your cunt to your lips. You looked up at him as you ran your tongue along his fingers before taking them into your mouth and sucking them. Mingyu bit his lower lip, a smirk threatening to cross his face as he watched you listen to his silent instructions so obediently.
"God..." he whispered when he took his fingers out of your mouth and brought his face down, his lips ghosting over yours. "God..."
He gave you a good taste of yourself when he kissed you, his tongue diving deep into your mouth. While you couldn't get enough of the way he kissed you with such intensity, you wanted more. You felt empty now that his fingers weren't inside you, and you needed him to fill you up again. You brought your knee up between his legs and rubbed against his insanely stiff crotch, the man breaking off the kiss immediately to inhale sharply. Looks like he couldn't wait much longer either.
You pushed yourself up and leaned on your elbows when Mingyu moved away from you completely. Hooking his thumb into the waistband of his shorts, he tugged them down slowly, his other hand pulling his erect cock out of his shorts in the process. You couldn't help but widen your eyes when you saw his length and girth, your heart thudding faster at the thought of having something so massive inside you.
Mingyu took off his shorts and dropped them off the side of the bed while stroking his cock. The bedsheets rustled as he moved so that he was right before you once again. You heard him chuckle lightly when you gulped nervously seeing his cock closer. It was twitching and raring to go, and while your body craved him, your mind was swirling with worry.
"I'll go slow, I promise," Mingyu whispered as he read your thoughts.
You felt your face heat up slightlyâ you didn't realize that you weren't being conspicuous with your feelings at all and were slightly embarrassed. You didn't have much time to sit in the embarrassment, though, because Mingyu started rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds. You felt it prod inside you a couple of times, but he had yet to fully enter.
The anticipation was driving you crazy. You flung your head back and arched your back while whining, your entire body craving him.
"M-Mingyu... Hurry," you whined quietly.
"What's the rush?" he asked somewhat cheekily as if he was trying to get a rise out of you, as if he was trying to get you to beg for it.
You whimpered and whined, the words refusing to formulate. You just wanted him. Plain and simple. You looked up at him with desperate eyes when he placed his hand next to your head, his face hovering above yours. A quick look of surprise crossed his face, making your heart skip a beat. He looked down and guided his cock to your entrance once more, preparing to enter you.
"All right, sweetheart," you shivered hearing his choice of nickname for you. "I'm going to start, okay?"
You nodded, and Mingyu started moving. His cock made its way inside you, spreading you wide open, filling your vision with fireworks. You choked on a gasp as his cock seemed to just keep going and going. When he bottomed out, you were absolutely certain he was going to hit your cervix with his size, making you extremely nervous but also excited as well.
Mingyu rolled his hips slowly at first, giving you a little more time to get used to his size. You reached for his shoulders and held onto them while he fucked you, the pads of your fingers pressing into his skin. The two of you were breathing shallowly, the mattress springs beginning to quietly squeak as he slowly sped up.
"You feel good?" he asked you in a low voice?
"So g-good," you murmured, your eyes fluttering as you let the pleasure begin to consume you.
"Can Iâ Shitâ Move faster?"
"Mmhmm..."
Mingyu wasted no time. You felt like his cock was going to rip your insides out when he got faster and harder, the friction inside you just making everything more intense. You cried loudly as you felt his waist slapping against yours, your legs wrapping around his waist. Mingyu lowered his body further, his lips right next to your ear. You could hear him breathing and grunting erratically, his hot breath sending tingles through your body.
Suddenly, Mingyu sped up. The bedsprings squeaked loudly and the entire bed shifted with every thrust. You screamed, your nails digging into his skin as you felt your entire body swell with more and more pleasure. With one particularly strong thrust, Mingyu actually managed to ram into your cervix, immediately filling your vision with stars. You squeezed your eyes shut and cried as you came again.
The fluttering and clenching of your cunt was too much for the man to bear. You heard his breathing hitch and a groan rumble in his throat while his waist continued moving rapidly.
"Fuck! C-Cumming!" Mingyu grunted loudly.
He pulled out and stroked his cock several times before ropes of white shot out and landed your stomach. He continued to grunt and sigh as more cum spurt out of his cock, his hand slowing down as he released his entire load to decorate your skin.
The two of you were breathing hard. Your breathing slowed down, and your eyes could barely stay open as your body relaxed more and more into the mattress, the pleasure still lingering within you.
You ended up falling asleep just like that, and when you woke up, you saw that Mingyu had cleaned the two of you up but that you both were still nude, the only fabric covering your skin being the duvet on top of you. He was fast asleep and hugging you close to him as the two of you laid side by side, his hold on your waist only getting stronger when he felt you shift in his arms.
Mingyu's face was right before yours. You watched him breathe softly, peacefully, your heart fluttering as you observed his beautiful features. You wanted to reach out and run your finger along his sculpted face, but at the same time, you felt so at peace just seeing his relaxed, sleeping face. You settled for pressing your ear to his chest and listening to his beating heart as you drifted off to sleep again.
You and Mingyu had spent a countless number of nights together after that, and every single time, he was so overwhelmingly generous and passionate with you that you couldn't help but fall for himâ and you fell hard.
Yet, you didn't think to tell him about your feelings. Truthfully, you were too scared to. You didn't know how he felt about you, and you seriously couldn't tell sometimes, especially when you saw him talking to other people.
Sometimes, while you waited for Mingyu at the beach, you would spot him talking and laughing with a couple friends. One day, however, you saw him with another woman. Technically speaking, you and Mingyu never made any sort of commitment to each other, so he was free to talk to, flirt with, or sleep with anyone he wanted to, but you still couldn't help but feel your heart drop to your feet. He looked so happy with her, and every time she touched his arm in a flirty manner, he would accept it and reciprocate.
You were hurt. You thought you and Mingyu had something a little more special. You thought that he didn't treat all girls the same way he treated you, that he wasn't like every other man, that he wasn't actually a player. All of those thoughts completely shattered when you saw him with her. You were upset with him, but you were also upset with yourself for never saying anything to him, and based on the way he was interacting with that woman, you felt like you probably shouldn't say anything.
That was the last time you saw him... for a while. The day you saw him with the girl, you left, and he texted you asking you where you were, but you didn't respond. He didn't send a single message after that. You were left aloneâ well, actually, you weren't completely alone.
A couple of weeks later, you went to the doctor because you were unwell. You were throwing up all the time, and you were unable to focus or do anything properly. You thought it was a stomach flu, but it was a baby instead, and it was his baby; it had to be his baby because you hadn't been with another man ever since.
After finding out, you didn't really know what to do with the information. You debated telling Mingyu, but no matter how you thought about it, your mind kept drifting to him and the other woman. You didn't want to disrupt his life, but in the same breath, he deserved to know. That being said, seeing that his last text to you was weeks prior always stopped you from sending a message, and if you couldn't even send a text, where the hell were you going to call him?
You ended up living with your little secret kept close to your heart. You took care of yourself, and you were on top of things. You thought about what your life was going to look like after you gave birth, and when you looked around your desolate apartment, you thought about sharing your life with someone. You thought about it, but at the end of it all, you could only think of one person you actually wanted to share it with, and it made you spiral all over again.
One particular day, you felt completely off. You had horrible cramps, and you were so dizzy that you couldn't do anything but keep your head in the toilet and dry heave because you literally had nothing in your system but your body was going through it to the point where you were delirious. In fact, you were so delirious that you called Mingyu right before you passed out.
When you came to, you were in a hospital, and you were confused as hell. It was nighttime. Moonlight filled your room along with the beeping of the heart monitor. You pushed yourself up and looked to your side to see Mingyu fast asleep while kneeling at the edge of the hospital bed. Your heart skipped a beat seeing his perfectly chiseled face before your brain questioned why he was there in the first place.
Mingyu stirred when you tried to shift to a more comfortable position, and the second he blinked some of the sleep out of his eyes, he fully awoke and stood up quickly to stand right by your side.
"Hey," he whispered. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay, but, what's going on? Why am Iâ"
"Shh, just get some rest... You've been through a lot."
You were getting nervous with the way he was talking to you, raising more questions. There was no way in hell you were going to sleep without getting some answers.
"...Why am I here? And why are you here?"
Mingyu took a deep breath. He knew you weren't going to rest until you knew what was happening.
So, he told you everything. You called him right before you passed out, and he immediately picked up. When you didn't speak, he at first thought you butt dialed him or something, but your phone was right by your face, and he heard your shallow, shaky breaths. He, thankfully, remembered where your spare key was and immediately got to your apartment to see you on the ground in your bathroom. He called the paramedics, they brought you to the hospital, and after running through all of the tests, the doctor told him what happened.
"You... You were pregnant," Mingyu whispered.
"Yeah, I'm pregnant, butâ"
"No," Mingyu cut you off. "You were pregnant."
White noise filled your ears. The words, with the infliction, sunk in, and you felt everything around you collapse. You felt like Mingyu hit you with a right hook when he said that, and you were close to knocking out.
Were.
How could that even happen?
The doctors explained it to you, but you weren't listening; you couldn't bring yourself to listen. Your head was muddled, every voice that spoke to you was muffled, and your heart was muzzled.
You were so lifeless throughout your stay at the hospital that Mingyu couldn't help but stay by your side. Granted, you thought was doing it out of pity, but it was mainly because he knew that if you were left alone, you would fall over again, and he didn't want that to happen to you ever no matter how big the distance between the two of you grew.
Even after discharge, Mingyu stayed with you. He kept reassuring you that if you wanted to cry, you could, and that he would be there for you, but you didn't have it in you to cry. You were mindless from the moment he told you, and you remained mindless as you tried to find normalcy in your life once more. You were so mindless, in fact, that you expected Mingyu to just up and leave after knowing you could feed yourself, but he didn't. He stayed with you for a whileâ until he found out the truth.
You and Mingyu were in the kitchen one evening. You were cleaning, and Mingyu, who originally entered the kitchen to rifle through the pantry, held the handle to the pantry door before sighing and facing you.
"Hey," Mingyu broke the silence. "Can I ask you something?"
You nodded while mindlessly wiping down the kitchen countertop.
"Who was the father...?"
You froze. You knew he was going to ask that at some point, but you thought he would give you a little more than several days to prepare for it. You set the towel aside and looked at him. You wanted to tell him, but the words were stuck in the back of your throat.
Mingyu saw the look on your face and immediately looked away uncomfortably. He ran his hand over his face and took a heavy breath.
"...Tell me something," his voice came out rough, as if he was choking back a sob.
You waited for him to say something, but he just looked at you instead. You nodded and whispered, "Yeah?"
"In the time we haven't seen each other..." he started slowly. "Have you slept with anyone else?"
You shook your head. You wanted to confirm verbally, but there was no way you were going toâ not when you felt your chest tighten up uncomfortably.
"So..."
Mingyu definitely choked on his words that time. He chewed on his lower lip nervously. He covered his mouth with his hand and sighed slowly, shakily. The room was heavy, and both of you knew exactly what this awkwardness meant, but you were waiting for the other one to say the words. Unable to take the tension any longer, you spoke.
"It was you..."
Mingyu pressed his lips together in a tight line. He took a step towards the kitchen island and grabbed the edge as if to steady himself. You watched his knuckles turn white the longer he gripped it. He looked down at the countertop before looking right at you, his eyes red and watery.
"Me?"
You were near tears. You blinked them away quickly while sniffling and nodding. You knew what was coming. You knew he was going to be upset, and you needed him to know why you did what you did, and there was no way that was going to happen if you got emotional.
"So, let me get this straight. You were pregnant, and I was the father?"
You nearly flinched when you heard his voice get louder.
"Yes," you confirmed before choosing your next words very carefully. "I was pregnant, and you were the person who got me pregnant."
You definitely flinched when Mingyu slammed his hands down on the countertop. He was shaking, and his face was twisted painfully as the realization finally completely hit him.
"Youâ You were pregnantâ You were pregnant with my child?!" Mingyu yelled; he was in complete and utter disbelief to the point where he was tripping over his words. "Didâ Youâ You didn't think to tell me?!"
"I didn't know how you were going to respond, Mingyu! We're not married, we're not engagedâ I'm just some girl you knocked up, and I didn't want you to feel the need to marry me just because I was pregnant!"
"So, what, you were just going to have the kid without telling me?! You were going to let me go blissfully unaware that someone who shares half of my DNA is just walking around without even knowing who their biological father is?!"
"Does it even matter?!" you shrieked.
The two of you fell silent. The weight of the matter hit you like a ton of brick, and the room got more stuffy by the second. You ran your shaking fingers through your hair and exhaled slowly, your heart clenching as you thought about everything that led to that moment. You closed your eyes and massaged your temples as you did your best to hold your tears back.
"It doesn't even matter anymore," you sighed, your voice shaky as you spoke quietly.
You could tell Mingyu wanted to comfort you. His hand reached out hesitantly before falling at his side. You faced him and locked eyes with him. His eyes weren't sparkling the way they used to whenever he saw you. They were bleak, sorrowful, resentful. You knew he resented you for not telling him about your unplanned pregnancy and that he found out because of the hospital.
"You know," Mingyu started, his voice choked back by a sob. "You could at least..."
He shook his head. He wasn't going to say it, and as much as you wanted to demand that he say it, you didn't need him to.
You could at least apologize for not telling me in the first place.
And you did want to apologize, but the words got stuck in the back of your throat because you were just as hurt by him as he was by you. Plus, he wasn't the one who had to bear the weight of losing a childâ you were.
Neither of you uttered a word after that. Mingyu wordlessly left your apartment, and you remained in your kitchen this time actually completely alone.
Years later, you still carried the resentment against him. You couldn't figure out why either. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed to have moved on with his life and that you were still stuck in the past. Maybe it was because he never tried to find you to comfort you. Maybe it was because you wish he fought for you to stay with him.
You stared aimlessly at the sunset before you, your arms crossed over your chest as the yellow and orange hues grayed out in your glazed view. The waves were calmly patting the large rocks, and the wind was sweeping by you warmly, but you felt anxious and cold. You ran your shaking fingers through your hair and took a shuddering breath as you tried your best to appreciate the sky's canvas through your teary eyes.
"Hey there..." you heard a familiar voice over the sound of the ocean waves.
A tear immediately slipped out of your eye. You refused to turn, you refused to lookâ you didn't need to see who it was.
"What're you doing alone on a beach like this?" he continued.
Your heart clenched. It was like the first time the two of you met all over again, but you were anything but happy. You shook your head and looked away. Honestly, you wanted to run away, but your feet refused to carry you, your toes sinking deeper into the soft sand.
"Come on... Please look at me..."
The catch his throat stabbed at your heart several times. You bit your lower lip and tried your best to keep it together as you turned to look at him, but all of that effort was in vain.
It was the first time in years that you saw him, and dare you say it, he looked even more stunning as a slightly older man. His muscles had gotten more refined, and his facial features had gotten sharper. The biggest change, however, was his eyes. They weren't sparkling at all anymore, but there was something else thereâ something you couldn't quite place. It was unfamiliar, but in the same breath, recognizable.
"Mingyu..." you breathed out unintentionally, your voice trembling. "What are you doing here?
He took a single step towards you. You were still frozen in place, so he kept approaching despite you wanting him to stay as far away from you as possible.
"I... I miss you... And I want toâ" Mingyu stopped himself the second he saw you shaking your head.
"Please don't, Mingyu," you whispered.
A warm ocean breeze swept past your ankles and through your hair as silence filled the space between you. You turned away from him and looked at the ocean again, Mingyu continuing to stare at you. You wiped the lingering tears by your eyes away before crossing your arms over your chest again. Even after everything, you still refused to cry, especially in front of him. Yet, when Mingyu approached you tentatively and carefully wrapped his arms around you, you broke. You let him hug you, and all of the tears you had been holding back not just then but over the last several years came pouring out.
You wanted to say something, but you couldn't. You were too busy wailing into his chest, your hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer to you. Mingyu kept one secure hand around your waist while the other petted your head in a soothing manner.
"It's okay... Cry it all out..." Mingyu murmured, making you cry even more.
The two of you had slowly sunk down to the ground and sat on the towel under the umbrella which you had brought to the beach to sit on earlier. Mingyu refused to let you go even as your sobs died down. He rubbed your back, the feeling of his large hand on your back and the sounds from the ocean easing your pain and finally calming you down.
You sat in silence after you cried it all out. Mingyu's hold on you loosened slightly so that you could lean back and look at him, but he still didn't let go of youâ there was no way in hell he was going to let go of you now.
"How are you feeling?" Mingyu asked in a hushed voice.
"A little better..." you couldn't help but admitâ the lack of bottled up emotions in your chest did make it easier for you to breathe.
You looked up at him. This time, when you gazed into his eyes, you were able to figure out exactly what it was in his eyes: hope. You felt the emotion swell up in your chest again, but instead of crying, you took a deep breath and relaxed a little more in his arms.
"Why did you..." you sighed as you trailed off, trying to figure out exactly how you wanted to say this. "You're here because...?"
"Because I miss you," Mingyu said, reiterating what he was saying earlier. "I miss you so much..."
"...Why did you come here, then? How'd you know you'd find me here...?"
"I didn't, actually. I was thinking about going to your apartment, but I didn't know if you still lived there, and when I turned around to go home... I saw you standing here..."
"I actually still live at the same place," you couldn't help but chuckle dryly. "You'd think I would have moved after all this time... But I couldn't bring myself to do it..."
"Why is that?"
"Because... Even after everything... I never wanted toâ I could never get over you... I really missed you too, Mingyu..."
Mingyu cupped your face after you stopped talking. He tilted your head up, and you saw his lower lip quiver. He took a breath as if he was about to say something, but he immediately closed his mouth. He didn't need to say itâ you knew what he wanted to say.
"Then why did we wait so long to find each other again?"
You knew what kept you from reaching out, but you weren't sure how Mingyu was going to respond, nor were you sure you wanted to know the answer. However, enough was enough, and you needed answers.
"Can I ask you something?" you asked, your voice hushed.
"Yeah, of course," he nodded. "You can ask me anything."
You swallowed nervously. You were still unsure of how to broach the subject, so you just decided to be candid and let your ears get as hot as they wanted as embarrassment took control of your brain.
"What about that other girl?"
"What other girl?" Mingyu asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Back then... You were talking and laughing with another girl..."
Mingyu just looked even more confused. Taking a deep breath, you finally laid it all out.
"We didn't... We didn't really talk about what our relationship was back then... So when I saw you with another girl, I assumed it was because you had your options open," you explained slowly. "And since we weren't officially dating or together or anything, I didn't want to ask you about it because you were free to see other people..."
Your gaze slowly lowered as you explained your train of thought, so when you finished, you looked up again to see a wide array of emotions painted on Mingyu's face. He closed his eyes and sat silently for a moment, and you waited for him to gather his own thoughts before responding. Finally, he reopened his eyes, and for the first time in a while, you saw that sparkle you were hopelessly infatuated with return to his eyes.
"Sweetheart, there's never been anyone else," Mingyu said softly as he reached for and held your hand. "I've only ever had eyes for you, and I have not stopped thinking about you..."
You felt your eyes well up with tears. There were so many thoughts swirling around your head, most of them being regret that you didn't talk this through with Mingyu in the beginning; but he made all of the negative thoughts leave your mind the second he cupped your face and met your gaze.
"I only want to be with you."
A tear slipped out of your eye, the man immediately brushing it away. You pushed yourself into his arms and hugged him tightly while sobbing, Mingyu immediately hugging back and petting your head to soothe you. He whispered reassuring words to you while resting his chin on the top of your head, and he let you cry it all out. His white shirt soaked up all of your tears as you buried your face in his chest.
"I'm sorry, Mingyu... I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay... Don't think about it now," he said softly. "Let's not dwell on the past... Let's focus on now..."
You shook your head, prompting him to counter your apology.
"If anything, I'm sorry for leaving you like that," he whispered. "I hated that I wasn't there for you when you needed the support... I should've been there for you."
You sniffled and moved your head back. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words were stuck in the back of your throat, choked back by a sob.
"But I'm here for you now, and I promise I'm always going to be here for you. Always."
With that, Mingyu pressed his lips against yours tenderly, your heart swelling with a multitude of emotions. You kissed him back softly, slowly, conveying all of your unspoken feelings to him.
The sun was long gone by that point, and the stars were out as you and Mingyu found yourselves entangled with each other. Mingyu's hands roamed all of your body. The warmth of his touch lingered on every spot of skin his fingers brushed as he took in every last bit of you. His kisses started sweet but slowly got more hungry and desperate as every single cell of his body craved youâ after all, it had been years.
If the two of you hadn't been hidden to the world under an umbrella and behind a strip of large rocks, you wouldn't have been okay with Mingyu taking things further with you. He slid your dress up as he trailed kisses from your ankle up your leg and to your knee. Your dress rested on your stomach, and he turned you to the side before lying down alongside you, his hand bringing your thigh up and over his legs. He placed his hand under your head as a makeshift pillow, and you immediately nuzzled your face into his hand, making his breathing hitch slightly.
The two of you were silent, and you let the sound of the waves lapping fill the void the more intimate you got. Mingyu pulled his cock out of his shorts and started to rub it between your legs, your body trembling with want, desire, and a little fear. Since it had been so long, you forgot how big he was, so when he pushed your panties to the side before slipping his cock inside you, you immediately moaned loudly. Mingyu cut off your moan with a kiss, his tongue keeping yours occupied as he bottomed out.
You moaned into Mingyu's mouth as he began to move, his waist softly slapping against yours. You felt like your cunt was going to tear apart with his size, and as much as it hurt, it also felt so good that you desperately needed him to keep going.
"You doing okay, sweetheart?" he moved his lips to your ear and asked, his voice low and raspy.
You hummed and nodded, the pleasure starting to overwhelm you. The pleasure only continued to build when he started bucking his hips upwards rashly, your whole body lurching. You cried softly and pushed yourself closer to him. You were so close, but you needed just a little bit more.
Mingyu's hand slipped under your dress, his large hand palming your breast. You sighed and moaned the stronger his grip on you got and the more rash his thrusts got. Finally, he thrust into you with enough force that his cock hit your cervix multiple times, the pleasure surging through you like anything. You buried your face into the nook of his neck and groaned as quietly as you could as your orgasm washed over you. Your cunt clenched, and your toes curled. You had been holding onto Mingyu's forearms, and when you came, you dug your nails into them, leaving deep crescents in his arms.
"Fu-uck," Mingyu groaned when he felt you tighten around him.
You truly thought that Mingyu was close when you heard him curse, his sexy, rumbling voice making you tingle with excitement again. However, he apparently was far from done. He moved his hand from your head to your ass, and cupping the underside of your ass, he turned you so that you were on top of him. He pulled you down so that your chest was pressed against his before moving his hands back to your ass. He guided you as your ass bounced on his hips, the new angle making pleasure surge through you once more and your eyes fill with tears.
"I'mâ Hnnghâ I'm gonna cum inside, okay, sweetheart?" Mingyu whispered, his breathing getting shallower by the second.
Your heart couldn't help but thud wildly against your chest. You whispered, "Please, Mingyu. I'm all yours... I'll always be yours...."
Mingyu's eyes widened slightly before a gentle smile appeared on his face. He ran his fingers through the hair on the back of your head and brought you down to kiss you passionately. When the kiss ended, he let you go to turn you to your side. He buried his face into the nook of your neck and sighed deeply before fucking you as quickly as he could.
Right before he came, a groan rumbled in the back of his throat. He moved his head to your shoulder, his canines digging into your skin as he bit your shoulder lightly. You felt his hot cum fill you up and his dick continue to throb and spasm as he moved a little more to get the rest of his load out. The two of you sighed softly, blissfully, peacefully as you fully relaxed.
The stars were out as you laid in Mingyu's arms, your eyes closed, your breathing peaceful. The sound of the soft ocean waves rushing onto the sand made you stir. Your eyes fluttered open to see Mingyu staring at the lonely sky above you. You moved away from his chest slightly to get a better look at him, the man immediately shifting his gaze to you. He smiled as you blinked at him. His eyes were sparkling once again, and dare you say it, they sparkled brighter than the stars in the sky. You felt tears well up in your eyes again, and Mingyu wiped them away before they could stain your cheeks. Hushing you softly, he hugged you gently and held you close.
You still hated the ocean. You still hated the beach. You still hated the salty sea breeze that would hit your nose and last all day long in your hair and on your skin, but you welcomed the memories. You welcomed the memories, and you once again loved the man that brought the memories.
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Okay so on Astarion, I was reading this fic about him not knowing Tavs true intentions with him and it bothering Astarion a lot, so what if he goes to some mage or magic user and asks them to show Tavs true intentions to him, when he does the vision he sees is just... being snuggled. It's Tav on top of him and the both of you are falling asleep, his hands are under your shirt softly petting your skin as your sleepy self is contently snuggled up to him. I just start crying about him finding out that Tavs DASTARDLY and EVIL plan with him, their greatest desire from him... is to simply be held. đ„ș
Hi @goblin-creatcher! Thank you so much for this BEAUTIFUL prompt. I, uhh, kind of took it and went a million miles an hour with it. This is honestly one of my favorite things I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it as well! xoxoxo
Something Imagined / Something Real
Word Count: 3.9K
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav
Warnings/Tags: Brief but detailed description of rough consensual sex, descriptions and references to Astarion's trauma/trauma responses, minor Act 1 and Act 2 spoilers, FLUFF, angst
Suggested Song Pairing: Slow Dancing in A Burning Room (Stripped) - cover by ST LUNA
Summary: Astarion has been suspicious of Tavâs true intentions toward him. He persuades Gale to cast a spell and reveal her motivations. ANGST and FLUFF ensue. A rewriting of Astarionâs confession scene from Act 2.
The sun had just begun to set on the campsite when Astarion decided to put his plan into action. He had waited until Tav departed with some of the other party members before making his way over to the wizard. Gale was too busy reassembling the bookshelf inside his tent to notice Astarionâs approach. It wasnât until he gave a polite cough that Gale jumped and whirled to face him.Â
âNo, no, no,â he began all at once, hands raised in a sort of shooing motion. Astarion stared at him in confusion. âI can respect Tavâs indulging in your need for blood, but as Iâve said before: I taste terrible.âÂ
Astarion scoffed. âCharming. Actually, wizard, I was coming to request your aid in a different, though somewhat related, matter.â
âReally? Care to elaborate?â Gale responded, still somewhat wary. It wasnât often he found himself alone with the vampire.Â
âTesty, I see,â Astarion crooned teasingly. His knee-jerk response to people treating him like a monster, to behave in the most false saccharine sort of way.Â
But he drew up short, censoring himself before saying anything else he might regret. He knew he needed to get on the wizardâs good side if he had any chance of getting the answers he sought.Â
âI was hoping you knew a spell to reveal someoneâs true intentions. Their⊠motivations for behaving in a certain way, so to speak,â he finished more seriously.Â
Gale pondered the question for a moment before answering.Â
âHmm⊠yes, there is magic to determine that sort of thing⊠Although itâs been some time since I practiced itâŠâ He trailed off, rubbing his chin in thought.Â
âWhy are you asking for such a thing?â he asked suddenly.Â
Astarion had been prepared for this question, of course. No one did anything for free, no questions asked. He delivered his explanation perfectly, as heâd been rehearsing in his mind.
âOne might say our dear sweet Tav and I have been growing a bit⊠closer these days, but I can sense a master manipulator when I see one. I just simply want to ensure their intentions toward me - toward the party - are true,â he replied with mock innocence.Â
âAh, yes,â Gale nodded. âI gathered as much when the two of you slipped away from the tieflingâs party a few nights ago.âÂ
âBut,â he continued on,âI neednât think you should worry when it comes to Tav. She seems about as transparent as they come. Iâm sure any intentions she has toward you are true.â
Yes, but the best actors always mask their motivations behind innocence and transparency, Astarion thought to himself. I should know. Iâve been doing it for centuries.
After the partyâs unfortunate meeting with that Gur in the Sunlit Wetlands, Astarion realized he would have to take potential threats from Cazador even more seriously. He wasnât about to lose his freedom, not now that he finally had some small taste of it.Â
It didnât hurt to be more suspicious of everyone he encountered, even the sweetling Tav. Anyone could be an operative sent by Cazador, and the best ones would be as skilled as he was in the art of manipulation. It was well-known at this point that the person heâd grown the closest to on their journey was their brave party leader, Tav. Unlikely as it may be that she was scheming for his master, Astarionâs paranoia wouldnât let him indulge in interactions with her a second longer unless he knew how she truly felt.Â
Given Galeâs hesitation, Astarion knew he would have to kick his acting up a notch. Press on that wizardâs heartstrings. Touch the one nerve he knew he was sensitive to.
âGale, darling, from one literally damaged soul to another, indulge me just this once,â Astarion beseeched him.Â
The wizard glared at him a moment, before finally relenting with a heavy sigh. âFine. Fine. But I want it known that I donât agree with this so-called solution one whit,â he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
âYes, yes, noted and formally documented, on my word as a former Baldurian magistrate,â Astarion replied cheerily. âSo, letâs hop to it then, shall we?â
âWhat, right now?â Gale asked, shocked. âShouldnât we be, I donât know, a little less conspicuous?âÂ
âWhat better time than now?â Astarion responded. âTavâs out gathering firewood with Wyll and Karlach. They wonât be back for some time. As for Laeâzel and Shadowheart, wellâŠâ he paused, gesturing over his shoulder.Â
Said two were engaged in a heated sparring session on the outskirts of the camp. Snarls and curses could be heard emanating from both warriors as they tried, and failed, to gain the upper hand against their opponent.
âThat loversâ dance could go on until morning,â Astarion finished.Â
âFair point,â Gale admitted begrudgingly, grimacing at the sound of swords clashing violently. âVery well. Letâs get started.âÂ
Clearing his throat, Gale began to utter a series of phrases completely foreign to Astarion. He watched as the wizard began moving his hands in a wavelike pattern, forming a circle before them. Suddenly, a mist began to form from seemingly thin air, taking shape according to the boundaries Galeâs hands were creating. The mist grew more and more opaque until it appeared before them like a clouded mirror.Â
As the fogginess of the ethereal magic began to clear, the âmirrorâ became a confusing blur of scenes whipping by, too fast for Astarion or Gale to really comprehend. There were flashes of Tav and Astarion, together and separate, but they disappeared too quickly to ascertain their context. It was as though the spell was shuffling through the entirety of Tavâs thoughts, assessing each one at breakneck speed.Â
Finally, the spell slowed to a halt, stopping on one scene in particular. Astarion was struck speechless by what began playing out in the foggy portal before them. So distracted, he didnât even notice Galeâs tight cough, or how the wizard suddenly became intensely interested in a copse of trees nearby, rather than the revelation the spell was revealing.
Not that the scene was especially profound, objectively speaking. In fact, to anyone else, it might be viewed as the least revelatory thing possible that the spell could have shown. Boring. Inconsequential, even. But to Astarion, it was almost earth shattering.Â
He saw himself - he could see his face! - with Tav, lying tangled together in some immaculate four-poster bed.Â
That was the first shock that coursed through him, nearly causing his knees to buckle. He was seeing himself for the first time in over 200 years. Or at least, he was seeing himself as Tav saw him. And⊠the person he saw⊠Well, he was gorgeous. White blonde locks, curled and tousled in a devil-may-care sort of way. A strong, patrician nose that suggested good breeding. High, sharp cheekbones. Full lips, upturned in a thoughtless grin. Red eyes bordered by long, sweeping lashes. Delicately pointed elven ears. Smooth alabaster skin, without blemish or spot.Â
Astarion could scarcely believe his own eyes.Â
The second shock to his system was the nature of their activities. He would have been less surprised had the vision shown them fucking. Him taking her roughly from behind perhaps. His name a cry of ecstasy from her lips as he pistoned in and out of her with a feral sort of determination.Â
Fantasies of lust, of total domination, now those were things he was familiar with inspiring in the minds of the victims he had taken as lovers. It was what he strove for, in all honesty. Desire like that all but ensured he would capture his prey and live to serve another day for his master.Â
But nothing of the sort was occurring between vision-Tav and himself. Instead, they were just⊠embracing? What in sweet hells was this?
She lay halfway on top of him. Her hair was mussed, perhaps from sleep or perhaps from previous lovemaking. One hand was drawing absentminded shapes across his chest, her lips trailing behind, leaving kisses in their wake. He watched as vision-Astarion chuckled softly, as his hands slipped beneath her sleepshirt to caress her waist, as he placed an innocent kiss on the top of Tavâs head. Eventually, she reached for his hand. They both watched their fingers intertwine, blissfully content.
It was the purest, unadulterated expression of affection that Astarion had ever seen. Something in his heart quaked at the sight of it. He wanted that moment. He envied, he hated, vision-Astarion for enjoying such apparent happiness.
So absorbed in the vision and its implications, Astarion failed to notice the soft padding of feet that indicated someoneâs re-entry into the camp.Â
âIf the two of you are quite finished poking around in my head,â an angry voice suddenly spat from behind them, âIâd appreciate you preserving what little privacy I have left and shutting that damn spell off.â
Mortified, Astarion and Gale turned to see Tav, arms crossed and visibly seething with rage. Gale quickly dispelled the magic with a flick of his wrist. A blush was slowly but surely rising up Tavâs neck to reach her cheeks. Whether from rage or embarrassment, Astarion couldnât be certain.Â
âTav, let us explain-â Astarion started.
âIt was his idea-â Gale blurted at the same time, pointing at Astarion.Â
Both paused, glaring at one another. But Tav would have none of their feeble attempts at backpedaling.Â
âThe explanation doesnât matter. Whose idea it was doesnât matter. The fact is that both of you violated the privacy of my mind, which Iâll remind you, has ALREADY been violated by having a bloody tadpole forced inside of it!â Tav shouted. At their words, the camp became enveloped in a heavy silence. Even the crickets ceased their chirping.
Astarion cringed inwardly, knowing the other party members could plainly hear this altercation and had likely stopped whatever it was that they had been doing to listen in. He noted the sounds of swords clanging together had ceased. He was certain Laeâzel and Shadowheart at least were aware of what was happening. Nosy bastards, all of them.
But what disturbed him even more was the realization that Tavâs eyes were welling with tears. She was too proud to acknowledge them or wipe them away. Such was her nature. But they were there nonetheless, and the knowledge that Astarion had brought her to the point of tears was enough to spur a rush of utter self-loathing inside him.
Without another word, Tav turned on her heel and marched stiffly out of camp, toward the direction of a nearby creek theyâd identified as a water source earlier in the day.
âI canât believe I let you convince me to perform that spell,â Gale said as she disappeared between the trees. He dragged his hands down his face.Â
âHow could we have been so doltish, forgetting that all of our privacies have already been violated with this tadpole business?â
Astarion didnât have an answer to that. At least, not one the wizard could possibly understand.Â
The thought hadnât occurred to Astarion, he realized, because violations of privacy had been something so intrinsic to his being for over 200 years. He didnât even recognize it as something abnormal. Like a fish unaware that the water surrounding it is, in fact, water.Â
Violations of privacy were a part of life, at least for him. So much so that his request for Gale to perform that magic hadnât even occurred to him as an overstepping of boundaries. To Astarion, it had simply been a matter of survival. He had needed to know another potentially manipulative personâs true intentions, and so he had found a means to uncover it and maintain the upper hand.Â
Belatedly, he also realized that Galeâs hesitation to cast the spell had had nothing to do with being inconvenienced for the evening, but because the wizard had known that it was improper to do to another person. If he had misread that, Astarion wondered, then what other truly benevolent behaviors had he mistaken as pragmatic manipulation?
âI need to go find her,â Astarion murmured, clenching and unclenching his fists in an uncharacteristic fit of uncertainty.Â
âYes, you do,â Gale asserted. âWe both owe her a sincere apology⊠if sheâll even accept it.â
âIâll see if I can convince her to come back to camp,â Astarion replied, making to leave in the direction Tav had stormed off.Â
âWait,â Gale said, a hand on his shoulder. Astarion turned to meet his gaze.Â
âLook, well, Iâm obviously not an expert in healthy demonstrations of affection. But I do think itâs obvious from what you saw in that spell that Tav well and truly cares about you. In perhaps the purest way possible. Treat that carefully.â
Part of Astarion wanted to laugh aloud in utter hopelessness at the wizardâs advice. Someone cared for him? Truly and purely? No hidden games, no strings attached? Oh certainly, that wouldnât be a problem for Astarion at all. Obviously, his 200-year existence as a master-manipulator-fetch-hound for a power-hungry vampire lord had perfectly prepared him to respond to this situation in a healthy manner. Obviously.
But all that was too much to reveal to someone he barely knew and too heavy to say aloud. Rather than giving some smarmy retort, Astarion opted instead to give a stiff nod and continue walking toward the edge of camp. He had no idea how he could make things right with Tav, but at the very least he could try.Â
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He found Tav sitting on a fallen tree near the edge of the creek bed. Her legs were drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them as she rested a cheek to her knees. In the waning twilight, she reminded Astarion of some misbegotten gargoyle perched on the roof of a temple, solitary and so very sad.Â
Her ears twitched as she noted his arrival. Astarion wasnât trying to be stealthy. On top of everything else, the last thing he needed to do was scare her.Â
âCan I join you?â he asked softly, wincing to himself at the awkwardness of the question.Â
The reality was that there was no way to broach this conversation without some stilted beginning, and he hated it. Navigating tricky conversations was normally something he excelled at. But as he was quickly finding, when it related to Tav, nothing in his past life had prepared him to respond to her well.Â
âIf youâd like,â Tav answered tonelessly.Â
Knowing it was probably the best response he was going to get, Astarion swallowed thickly and moved to sit down on the log next to her.Â
âI⊠wanted to⊠apologize for what you saw, back at camp,â he began.
âApologize for doing it, or apologize for getting caught?â Tav asked as she turned her head to look at him, resting her other cheek on her knees.Â
Astarion balked at the question. Her piercing gaze unnerved him. He hadnât really thought that far.Â
âBoth, I suppose?â he answered honestly, although it sounded more like a question to Tav. She huffed a laugh.
âYou know, part of me really wants to yell at you. Scream in your face. Tell you off proper,â she mused.
âSo why donât you?â Astarion asked, perplexed.Â
Tav didnât respond at first, just sat there studying him. As if by staring at him long enough, she could project the answer into his mind.Â
Astarion didnât interrupt her, much as he would have liked to. Part of him always bristled when people gazed at him for too long. It was unfair that they could study him, when he hadnât been able to so much as glance at his reflection in over 200 years.Â
Finally, Tav released a heavy sigh, her body curling further in on itself. She closed her eyes as she spoke.
âBecause then I would be just like every other bastard in your life whoâs mistreated you.â
Astarion flinched in surprise. Those had not been the sort of words heâd been expecting. The truth of them cut deeper than had she raged at him like she wanted to. It left him feeling even more vulnerable, and that in turn made him want to retreat into the comfort of viciousness.
âI donât need you to pull any punches,â he scoffed, glaring at her. âGo ahead and say what you will.â
She straightened up at his tone, opening her eyes and returning his glare.Â
âNo. I donât want to,â she said testily.
âI donât need your pity,â he hissed. âItâs insulting.â
âGods damn it all, Astarion!â Tav exclaimed suddenly, causing him to jump in surprise. She threw her hands up in defeat. âIâm not doing anything out of pity! I donât want to rage at you, because I know that whatever I say right now, I wonât mean it come the morning!â
Astarion blinked. Once again he was left feeling flat footed by the turn of the conversation. Sensing his surprise, Tav continued on with her deluge of words.
âYou hurt me tonight, and Iâm angry at you - and at Gale, for that matter - for what you did. But youâve shared enough of your⊠history⊠with me, that I realize your behavior is just⊠just a byproduct of centuries of abuse and manipulation youâve endured! And I wonât be another abuser in your life. I wonât,â she asserted.Â
Astarion continued staring at her, as if she were some otherworldly creature that had just wandered across his path. He watched as Tav inhaled a deep breath, releasing it shakily. She turned away from him to peer out into the forest, uncertain. She opened and closed her mouth several times before actually speaking. As if whatever she was about to say was more intimidating to her than anything else sheâd said tonight.Â
âI⊠care deeply for you, Astarion,â she said quietly. âYou obviously saw that in the vision. Iâm not playing any games. Thereâs no hidden motive. Iâm not trying to manipulate you.â
She turned to look at him again before continuing, her breathing a bit unsteady.Â
âI didnât sleep with you that night of the tiefling party as some sort of maneuver to gain your trust. Although I understand if that was your motivation for doing so.âÂ
Astarionâs expression morphed into one of guilt. But Tav nodded soberly, as if she had already expected it, before continuing on.Â
âItâs okay. Iâm not angry. But Iâm putting all my cards on the table now, so to speak. Actually, your decision tonight forced my hand, but I had been planning on telling you soon anyway. So, there you have it. The truth of my intentions. What you do with that information is up to you.â
She turned back to gaze out at their surroundings. Like she was giving him the opportunity to bolt away without her watching him. As if she expected him to flee from her confession.Â
But Astarion didnât flee. He remained seated, staring at her in complete wonderment.Â
âWhy?â he asked quietly.
She looked back at him again, confusion evident on her face.Â
âWhy what?â
âWhy do you care for me? Youâre so⊠well-adjusted. And Iâm well⊠this,â he finished lamely, placing a hand on his chest.Â
Tav pursed her lips. âIt would be a mistake to misconstrue my empathy for you as me being well-adjusted. Everyone has their own demons, Astarion,â she murmured. âMine just look different from yours.â
Astarion mulled her words over in his mind, considering them. He leaned forward to brace his forearms on his knees, his head drooping slightly.Â
âIâŠ,â he started, unsure. âThat vision⊠what it implied⊠You deserve something real, Tav. Youâre incredible⊠truly.âÂ
Tav closed her eyes, bracing for the fallout. Even though she would accept his decision, whatever it was, she didnât think she could bear to watch him deny her. It would hurt too much.Â
âLook. When we met, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan,â he blurted all at once. Rising swiftly to his feet, Tav watched as he began to pace before her, near to bursting with frenetic energy.Â
âSeduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so youâd never turn on me,â he counted off, laughing half-heartedly. âIt was⊠easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do⊠was not fall for you⊠which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart,â he finished, stopping to stand before her.Â
She held his gaze, speechless.Â
âI want you,â he whispered fervently. âI want what was in that vision⊠I want us to be something real.â
Never in a million years had she thought he would respond to her like this. She opened her mouth to speak, but Astarion cut her off with another sudden exclamation.Â
âI just donât know what real is,â he confessed, his tone a touch hysterical. Tav knew from his body language that being this transparent was completely out of Astarionâs comfort zone.Â
âBeing⊠close to someone - any kind of intimacy - was something I performed to lure people back. For him. Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels⊠tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust, and loathing. I⊠I donât know how else to be with someone. No matter how much Iâd like to,â he finished, staring at her with beseeching eyes, willing her to understand.
Tav rose to her feet, coming to stand before him.Â
âI donât want you for your body,â she whispered. âOr to perform any acts of intimacy. We can be together, without sleeping together, for as long as you need.â
âReally,â he asked softly, his voice pitched low, rough with emotion.
âReally,â Tav asserted, giving him a small smile. âWould it be all right ifâŠâ she paused, conflicted. He eyed her curiously.
âCould I hug you?â she whispered.
The fact that she asked before doing so caused a well of emotion to spring up inside him. Eyes watering, Astarion nodded.Â
Slowly, Tav moved forward to wrap her arms around his waist. Her head nestled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. A perfect fit. He felt her exhale a deep sigh.
Tav hugging him was a sensation unlike any he had ever felt. At least, any he could remember feeling. The act of being touched, embraced, without any desire for something more. She just wanted to hold him, feel him close to her. It was incomprehensible to him, but utterly enjoyable, at the same time.Â
Slowly, ever so slowly, Astarion raised his arms to return Tavâs embrace. Drawing her even closer, he bowed his head to rest his cheek against her hair. It was soft, like the finest silk. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply, appreciating her sweet, floral scent.  Â
She made to pull away after a moment, not wishing to overwhelm him. But Astarion gripped her more firmly, a silent urge for them to stay that way a little longer.Â
âThis⊠this is nice,â he whispered.Â
He both felt and heard Tav hum contentedly in response.Â
It wasnât identical to the vision from Tavâs mind that he had seen, but Astarion reveled in their embrace nonetheless. It felt like the beginning of something new. And for the first time in his very, very long life, Astarion felt excited at the prospects of what would come next.Â
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"my hero" - m.v.
pairing: social worker!reader x max verstappen
word count: idek tbh (iâm posting this on my lunch break hehe)
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, max in bf mode, long distance couple, cursing here and there, mentions of mental health, mentions of mental health disorders, mentions of physical health, yada, yada, yada
a/n: i know i said i was working on requests but this idea would not leave my brain all day. i couldn't stop thinking about it so i had to write it. (it's def a little self-indulgent) i hope y'all enjoy!
"ah! there you are. i can see you now!""
a giggle bubbles up in your throat, your lips forming a wide smile, "hi baby, how are you?"
he shrugs, the image distorted for about a millisecond. he comes into frame once again, slightly pixelated. however, you can make out the sleepy grin plastered across his face, and the twinkle in his eye as he looks into the camera.
max verstappen, three time world driverâs champion, is on facetime with you, donned in nothing but a black cotton tee and his boxers. you can tell from the background that heâs in his motorhome, settled in his room.
his hair is a disheveled mess, sticking up haphazardly. he more than likely just got out of the shower, as the fabric of the tee clung to his toned frame. underneath his eyes were two faint circles, the skin slightly puffy.
yet, here he was, calling you at god knew what hour just to hear the sound of your voice.
"tired. very fucking tired."
"i can imagine so," you nod, typing along at your laptop, "what time is it there?"
he hums, leaning over his phone, "it's about eleven thirty?"
"max!" your eyes widen, "you need to get some sleep. it's qualifying tomorrow!"
"and?" he counters, arching a brow, "i wanted to hear how your day went. from your messages, it seemed like it was quite eventful."
"i'm just wrapping up my notes now," you exhale, your shoulders slumping slightly, "it was a long day."
"i can imagine my baby," he coos, settling underneath the covers, "tell me all about it."
"i can assure you being a case worker is not nearly as riveting as a formula one driver," you snort, shaking your head, "you go first."
"nope," he was not budging, his attention still fixated solely on you, "tell me about your day, and then i'll share about mine. it's only fair."
"well," you wrinkle your nose, glancing over the open document on your laptop screen, "my day started with one of my clients experiencing a small crisis. she was without food so she called me, asking if i could take her to the nearest pantry. while i was with her, another client of mine called asking if i could transport him to his appointment.
i probably could have, but he reached out to me only fifteen minutes before his appointment time. i received my new staffing form today. i have a couple of clients who are in need of housing so i had to make some calls to some local agencies."
"and how did that go?" you can't help but feel heat flourishing into your cheeks at the intrigue laced in his tone, "were you able to make some progress?"
"not really," you inhale sharply, "housing is really difficult to find right now. it's sort of like when your tires are giving out, but you need them to last a few more laps. you have to remain hopeful so that you can keep pushing."
âi like that analogy,â he fights a yawn, but continues regardless, âthatâs a good one. iâm going to use that.â
âas long as you credit me,â you muse, clicking your mousepad as you finalize your note, âhow was practice today?â
âso-so,â he chirps, âi missed you a lot today. thought about you nearly every second of the practice session. youâre flying out next week, right?â
you nod, shutting your laptop, âyes. iâll be leaving wednesday evening and catching a late flight. hopefully when i land, there will be this insanely handsome dutch man waiting for me.â
âis that right?â maxâs dimples appear, causing your heart to skip a beat, âiâm hoping that my good luck charm arrives safe and sound. i canât wait to see her.â
âcounting down the minutes are we?â
âyou have no idea,â carefully, he plucks his phone from his makeshift stand, bringing you closer into the bed with him, âwill you stay on till i fall asleep?â
at his request, thereâs a tug at your heart. fuck, if only you were with him. then he would have been able to lay on you until he dozed off. his head would have been snuggled into uour collabone, your hands tangled in his hair, playing with it as his chest steadily rose and fell.
if only you were there. if only you were an influencer or a model. if only you could take work with you, dropping everything to fly all over the world. if only you werenât separated by time zones, where you had to carefully coordinate facetime calls.
if only you werenât long distance, then maybe you wouldnât feel like this.
if only.
âhey,â maxâs voice is merely a whisper, âare you okay?â
your lower lip trembles, tears welling up, threatening to spill over. thereâs a choking sound, as you attempt to suppress a sob.
yet, it was too late. they were streaming down your cheeks now, your hands instinctively shielding your face.
âbaby,â max murmurs, âwhatâs going on?â
âthis shit sucks,â you shake your head, the words strained, âi hate that iâm not with you right now. i hate that weâre long distance. i hate that i have to stay here andââ
âbut your clients need you,â his tone is delicate, âyouâre the one person they can count on when everything else is going to shit. they need you like i need you. i can tell you had a long day baby, but iâm here. iâm here for you, no matter what.â
âi-i love you,â you manage to sputter out, wiping your cheeks, âi love you, max.â
âand i love you more than youâll ever know,â in the frame, a pillow is held against his chest, âiâm even cuddling this pillow right now pretending that itâs you.â
âi canât believe you fell in love with some plain girl from the states,â you sigh, resting your head against the couch cushion, âout of everyone in the world, you happened to fall in love with me.â
âyouâre not just any girl from the states,â for a moment, youâre shocked at the firmness in his tone, âyouâre my girl. it takes someone special to do what you do. youâre my hero baby. i aspire to be as strong as you.â
âi love you,â the corners of your lips curl into a quaint smile, âam i really your hero?â
âof course,â it doesnât even take him a second to respond, âlike i said, youâre the strongest person i know. you inspire me.â
âi canât wait to see you,â you murmur, taking note of the way his eyes were drooping, âiâll stay on till you sleep, my love. it seems like you need it.â
âhey,â one eye opens, barely a slit, âi know this shit sucks right now, but weâll make it. okay? one day youâll get to come home to me and tell me all about your day rather than calling. itâll be worth it. i promise.â
âi hope so. i love you, maxie. sleep well, my love. iâll be there before you know it.â
âtry to have a good evening,â you could barely make out the statement, as he was beginning to doze off, âjust end the call when iâm asleep. iâll message you in the morning.â
âiâll be here,â opening your laptop, you prop it against the screen, âgoodnight, maxie.â
ânight, night, baby.â
as sleep takes a hold of the dutch driver, you remain on the call, opening youtube. cautiously, you click on one of your favorite videos. itâs a montage of all of maxâs wins, starting from the 2016 spanish grand prix.
the video begins to play, the volume carefully adjusted so that it doesnât wake him.
as your gaze shifts to your phone once again, you canât help but hear his words ringing in your ears.
one day this would all be worth it.
and one day, max verstappen would be able to be with his hero.
every single day for the rest of his life.
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Had to use my memory to make this butâŠ
Sebek losing his composure and biting you all over with his sharp teeth excluding but very near your nape while he hammers into you in a frenzy. Heâs whispering frantically about how much he wants to stuff you full of his eggs/kin.
Malleus begging you to let him pleasure you as heâs teary eyed and flustered from how amazing your scent is to him. Itâs making him go crazy over how much he wants you.
Trey giving you licks of his homemade whip cream on a spoon every time you let him bite you. Bonus: When you donât want to eat any more, he puts the rest on various parts of your body and bites <3
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Warnings: 18+, AFAB!Reader who uses she/her pronouns, very self-indulgent, I love đ Anon and miss them dearly
Trey Clover
The whipped cream was cool against the skin of your tummy, making you shiver. However, it was quickly contrasted with the feeling of your boyfriendâs tongue swiping up the cream.Â
His warm smile and chuckle as he lowered himself between your legs made your heart flutter, and he gently held your thighs and placed them on his shoulders. His tongue made one flick against your cunt, and he was pussydrunk.Â
You were sweeter than any cream, and his hands went to your hips to hold you still as he continued slurping, licking⊠his tongue swirled around your clit, making you writhe in pleasureâŠ
To the baker, he could die happily drowning in your pussy. Your juices were all over his face and mouth, and he was only going to make you messier.
He reached into his pants as he started stroking himself while continuing to eat your pussy, mumbling praises as your thighs wrapped around his head.
âYou have such a pretty pussy, babyâŠâ He whispered against your cunt. He soon parted to press kisses against your inner thighs, biting your right thigh slightly before returning to your warm, delicious pussy. âSheâs just leakinâ...â
Soon, you reach your climax and cum all over his face, and he smiled as he stood up. He didnât cum yet, but he didnât need to. Seeing you panting as you come down from your high was good enough for him.
Malleus Draconia
There were tears in his eyes as you straddled him, and his hips were grinding up into you, his cock rubbing against your panties. His deep voice let out groans as he begged you to let him inside you, to fuck his clutch into you. To make you his.Â
He quickly flipped you both over so he was on top, and he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. Great Sevens, you even smelled beautifulâŠÂ
Malleus couldnât take it anymore. He pressed kiss after kiss to your neck, trying to distract you from the inevitable pain as he slid your panties to the side and lined his cock up to your glistening entrance..
âDarling⊠you need to let me inâŠâ He whispers desperately. He looks like a man on the brink of insanity. âPleaseâŠâ
Once you give him a nod, he sinks into your warmth. He buries himself completely, pressing his lips to yours until he bottoms out inside of you. You just felt so full⊠his cock was so big and girthy⊠your nails dug into his back as you tried to adjust to his size.
âMy love, relaxâŠâ You follow his instructions, and he soon starts thrusting. It had no pace⊠no pattern⊠but his dick was just so large that it hit everything it needed to in order to keep you squirming.
Sebek Zigvolt
His father is a dentist. His mother is his fatherâs assistant. All three of the Zigvolt children probably have wonderful pearly whites. His biting power is also unmatched, considering it is a trait that carries down from Mrs. Zigvolt.
That being said, you were the only one to experience it in this manner⊠His fangs sink down into the nape of your neck, drawing blood. His tongue quickly lapped it up, and the groan he let out almost made you cum for the third time.
Sebekâs cock was drilling into you faster than you could even process. What he was whispering to you was even more sexy than the aroma of sex that was in the air of the Ramshackle dormitory⊠in which Grim was not present.
âWhen I plant my eggs inside you, darling⊠our kin will sit in your womb until they are ready to come out. You want that, my love? You want to have my hatchlings?â
You couldnât help it as you arched your back and came all over his cock once again, and when he felt your walls squeeze him, he gave a few more frantic thrusts before he came inside of you, panting.
The smell of his cologne, mixed with his natural musk, covered you entirely, and he found his heart swelling with pride. He had claimed his mate⊠the future mother of his children. He looked you over, and the bite marks all over your body further proved this point.
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cupcakes and kisses.
â mingyu x gn!reader
â fluff without plot and soooo self indulgent it's crazy
â contents : established relationship, kissing, sexual tension, kissing, suggestive content, kissing, baking, did I mention kissing
"Thank you for your purchase I hope you have a good night!" the cashier wishes while giving you your pack of rainbow sprinkles.
you smiled at her and walked out into the streets so that you could make yourself back home. the sun was just setting in, and people every where were rushing back. you were in no hurry though, your apartment was just down the block and your boyfriend was still busy whipping up some vanilla frosting.
thats why you came out in the first place, he was making cupcakes for movie night, but ran out of sprinkles for the funfetti frosting. and you, being his little minion helper, volunteered to get him some.
you were an amazing cook when it came to breakfast or brunch, but baking on the other hand, hah. baking was completely out of your expertise.
you once tried to make cookies, but they neither spread nor softened and came out as rocks. they were so inedible that even the ants wouldn't touch them. you remember getting rid of them by chucking them at your brother whenever he annoyed you.
when you finally reach your apartment, your boyfriend calls put your name, and you quickly change into your home slippers and run towards him.
"I'm here I'm here" you said, sprinting towards him with a large smile on your face. mingyu smiles back at you but doesnât stop his mixer-blender-thing from working, "did you get the sprinkles?" he asked, his head tilting to the side in a very cute manner.
you raise the pack of sprinkles and wiggle it a little to show off your excitement. mingyu lifts one of his hands up, like a gate, and you immediately step inbetween them, successfully trapping yourself in his arms.
he turns the mixer-blender-thing off and plops his head on your shoulder, watching you tear off the packet with your teeth and pour a generous amount of sprinkles in the bowl.
mingyu had a habit. his friends would always tease him about it, but honestly he found it quite cute. It was not his fault he found everything you did so endearing that he just had to stare at you as if you were hanging the stars on the sky.
it was not his fault you were so pretty to look at, with your perfect lips and perfect eyes. or the way you looked the best when you were busy. it wasn't his fault.
you found that staring habit of his cute too. but that's probably because you did the exact same thing. but were you really to blame when everything mingyu did was absolutely perfect. especially when he baked, his concentration and attention to detail always made you proud. so it most definitely wasn't you fault either.
when you were done pouring out your sprinkles, you hummed contently and waited for him to start the blender again. but he doesn't move. you look up at him with a raised eyebrow, "something wrong, babe?" you asked, worry flashing in your eyes.
you expected him to come out of his trance, but he just shakes his head side to side, with the same look in his eyes. then he thinks for a moment before his lips moved into a tiny smile and he nods his head, "yes" he said, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.
mingyu let's go of the hand blender and grabs your waist to turn you around to face him. you give him a curious look and he just winks at you. then he turns you both around and picks you up on the kitchen island behind him.
he buries his head in your neck and trails sweet kisses all the way up to your ear. you wrap one hand around his waist and the other around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair, and you giggled whenever his kisses would tickle you.
this was normal, mingyu always kissed you every chance he got. but he always bothered to make up a stupid excuse before it, which is exactly what lead you to ask, "why so touchy, baby?"
"need to kiss my pretty baby" he said casually, as if he did this every day (he did). you laughed and let him place strategic kisses in all the right places. your forehead, the space between eyebrows, both your cheeks, and every single mole on your face.
when he finally reached your lips, you cup his cheeks. he leaned in to ever so slightly brush your lips, he releases a breath and pulls away kissing the corner of you mouth instead, you feel your heart grip itself.
he pulls away and smirks when he sees the shiver, he caused, go down your spine. "so needy for my kisses, yeah?" he asked, a smug grin taking over his smile.
you hadn't realised that the tension had caused your hands to slips down to his chest and hold his favorite jumper in a fist. you pulled him closer towards you, "need you to kiss me gyu, please" you begged.
mingyu could never deny you, and he knew that you knew that and used it against him very often, but he still chuckles at your tactics and leans in you press his lips against your in a big fat kiss.
you wrap your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer towards the edge of the counter so that you could feel him better. you wouldn't let his pulls away from you that easily again.
mingyu smiles into the kiss when he feel your clutch on his jumper. he loved teasing you, but he loved this more. the way your possessiveness would peek out and you would be less reluctant to let him go.
mingyu lays his hands flats against the counter so that he could kiss you better, and feel you closer. you hands were crossed around his neck.
his mouth moved in perfect sync with yours and you were sure you could die like this, with him kissing you absolutely senseless.
he pulls away from you for a second and look down at your eyes, you were both panting. he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and leans back inâ DING.
both of your heads turn towards the little potato shaped timer kept above the oven. "aw the cupcakes are done" mingyu said sadly, his lips forming a small pout. you rolled you eyes and pushed his hands off you. you cupped his cheeks and turned his head to look at you. "so why are you pouting?" you asked, laughing softly at his cute little sad face.
"wanna kiss you a little longer" he said, speaking in pout while trying to tuck himself back in between your legs. you made sure to keep them shut.
you press a small kiss on his cheek, "we'll kiss later I promise. for now lets finish those cupcakes, yeah? " you said while jumping off the counter and walking towards the oven to take out the cupcakes. you make sure to grab mingyu's hand on the way so that he would follow you.
mingyu takes the opportunity hug you from behind and follow you like a dumb puppy. he breaths in your hair and smiles againt your neck, "I love the way you smell" he said.
you snorted, "that's not creepy at all."
"hey I'm not creepy I just liked the way the love of my life smells okay?" he pouts again, this time angrily.
you laughed again and turned around in his arms to face him. "thank you baby" you said sincerely, then got on your tippy toes to kiss him, "I love you too" you said.
mingyu felt the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. he was pretty sure the cupcakes would burn if he didn't turn off the oven soon, but who cares? he was kissing the smartest, the most beautiful person alive. for him, it really was you who hung the stars in the sky.
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ROSĂ | jjk
pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x wine!oc
genre: smut
word count: 5.7k
summary: on your first dinner date, your boyfriend brings you a small giftâtoo bad you're too horny to appreciate it.
pinterest board:Â wine
warnings: a bit of drunkenness, a mention of inner child healing, oc teases jungkook and oc is horny as fuck, dom/sub dynamics, wine!jk, provider jk..., daddy issues, punishment, spanking, food used during intercourse, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), dirty talk, a mention of a sex toy & a mention of a plushie in a sexual context, raw sex, brattiness, jk and oc smoke together
note: OH GODâIT'S FINALLY HERE. SLFJSLDFJS. A REQUESTED DRABBLE about wine!oc and jungkook. this was so fucking fun to write and i was so hot and bothered from this that i had to take a break............ yeah uhm anyways, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. ENJOY READING AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ANONYMOUSLY IN MY INBOX. I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS. PLS AND THANK YOU. âËâčâĄ
side note: jk in the first pic made me fucking die. and other things....
The rosy pink nectar has, undeniably, gone to your head.Â
Your empty wine glass is illuminated by the setting sunlight spilling past your shoulder, reaching its yellow, warm fingers to the tips of your boyfriendâs that rest lazily on the white cloth of the table. Youâre woozy, in a lighthearted moodâso much that even the world has lost its heft and all you can sense is the sluggish process of your absorption. Youâre engrossed in the way the spring coalesces with the beginning of summerâin the warm evening wind ruffling your curls, tickling your bare shoulders, in the darkening hues of the sky, pinks and violets, in the gray smoke of Jungkookâs cigarette interlacing with the slightly sultry air. You can see it in his eyes, the unfolding of it all. And perhaps youâre tipsy or perhaps youâre just brazenly and foolishly falling in love, because youâre aware that if the man werenât sitting in front of you, none of these things wouldnât have caught your attention in such a devastatingly profound way.Â
He has made you feel so safe. By simply and beautifully laying his feelings bare. To you and for you. Created a haven for you to dwell in, for you to grow in and explore all the dark and light corners of you that have merely seldom seen the face of the sun. How could you not indulge in a little bit of alcohol, when youâre protected in that place of security? Let your girlishness swim a little, refresh herself, enjoy herself?
Youâre glowing. You always had been, but your shimmers have gained a new intensity to their twinkles, keeping Jungkookâs liquid stars warm and taken care of inside of you. Their blunt points have carved you into someone else entirely, too. Joyous, cool-headed and absolutely and irrevocably self-assured. Fearless. And his hands have reached deep within and caressed the head of your inner child, healing her and washing her clean, giving her everything she ever lacked. Love, attention, care and validation. Whenever you remember that you never wanted him to get a glimpse of your soul, bile rises in your throat and your stomach hurts.
He saved you. Healed you. Through and through. Gave you his control.
It stirs your never-ending awe that he has managed to do this in a month, and you want to celebrate it. You think now is quite the perfect occasion for it as itâs your first dinner date since youâve become exclusive. Having spent most of your time at each otherâs places fucking, partying and fucking some more, itâs nice to be out, alone with him, that isâand itâs nice as fuck to be out with your boyfriend. The sex has become so different with the label and the rawness of his feelings. And the thing about Jungkook that gets you the most, that strengthens the realm he invented for you, is that once his emotions overflow, the stream of its wine doesnât stop pouring. The moment he confessed his love for you, ever since then you sense it expressed in everything he doesâin the way he greets you in the day, in his tight, burning embrace, in the tenderness with which he holds your hand or kisses it, the relentless, great thought and consideration he puts in the choices he makes for you on the daily. Whether itâs the fatuous things he buys you that mean the world to you, the way he never neglects bunny and incorporates her in everything you do together or⊠the sex.Â
Fuck, the sex alone has taken over your life so vividly and drastically that it consumes your brain. There, in that environment, is where the wine of his emotions is the raciest. Heâs not ashamed to cry, letting those liquid pearls trickle down your collarbones, quenching the thirst of his liquid stars as he fucks you dumb and enjoys every second of it. Heâs not afraid to be loud either. To talk you through your orgasm with even more care and detail than you were accustomed to in the past.Â
Heâs become boundless. And itâs the most attractive thing youâve ever seen in your life.Â
God, youâd be crazy not to let yourself fall for himâ
âI got you dessert,â Jungkook husks, digging his fingers into the pocket of his pants while his other digits draw close to his mouth. He takes a drag of his cigarette, crinkling his eyes so the smoke wouldnât get into them and you beam at him with a fire thatâs more scorching than the sunâs ever been in centuries, heart doing somersaults at the thought of him thinking of you and spending money on you again. And, also, at how hot he looks while he smokes.
Your love language must be gift-giving. You donât know what else to connect it to, the joy that envelops your entire being whenever he gives you something. It doesnât even have to be expensive, nor does he have to pay for it at all. Drawings have become your favorite keepsakesâdrawings of his Miffy bunny, drawings of flowers, of you. Youâve hidden them away in a box along with everything heâs ever brought you, except the white bunny ring because you wear it daily and one small, particular drawing that youâve put inside your glittery phone case.Â
A cutesy marker sketch of him and you. His arm around your shoulders. Bunny sitting on your laps in the middle, as if she were your own child. Cheeks big and bubbly, pink and twinkling. Your curls the way you wear them; his mullet. A perfect depiction of the pair of you. You gaze at it every single dayâprefer to now put your phone face down because of it.Â
Youâre tracing it now with the pad of your finger as you wait for him to reveal your mystery gift to you. The bulby heads, the cheeks, Miffyâs ears. Jungkook puts out his cigarette, puffing out the smoke, away from you, and once heâs done, he taps the back of your hand. Turns it over and spreads out your fingers, inserting, at a snail's pace, something round but slender at the same time, smiling adoringly at you.Â
What a sight to behold. It steals, fleetingly, your attention away from his hand.Â
Slicked back mullet, twinkles taking laps in his soft eyes, blushed cheekbones and stretched, pouty mouth, shiny with his liquid love. Long neck that youâd like to devour now, the broadness of his shoulders and chest that could come second as a plain, dark beige shirt accentuates his hard work at the gym.Â
Oh, fuck. Your nipples pebble against your carmine tube top.Â
Jungkook withdraws his hand and with blurry eyes, you look at the thing he placed in your palm.Â
Chupa Chups. Strawberry and cream.Â
Your mouth parts and itâs a concoction of a gasp and a sound of endearment when the realization that he got you a lollipop sinks in. Your heart flips and does a head stand. Lips round into a pout, drunk eyes softening, its twinkles growing in size and light. Itâs like he gave you something golden, when in fact it costs a few wons, but to you itâs exactly that. Something so precious.Â
You give him an air kiss, bouncing in your seat in joy, fingers already destroying the wrapper. âThank you soâŠâ
Your brows furrow as the wrapper remains intact. You do a bad, bad job of picking at the tape around the slender stick, your long manicured hands absolutely uselessâand the cause of your frustration. You puff out an angry gust of breath, trying harder to get to the sweet delight and itâs at that moment that your boyfriend takes it from your hands with a deep chuckle.Â
âYou silly boo, this is how you do it.â Jungkook pinches the wrapper around the stick and he merely, in a few swift motions, twists the ball until it lets go. He scrunches it in his fists and throws it away in the ashtray. Smirks smugly, leans his elbows on the table, draws close to you. You mirror his position, get to him almost nose to nose, and his smirk deepens, tongue darting out to lick across his lips. You do the same, eyeing the round pinkness in his hand, the sexual attraction and its tension soaring high between you.
Without your hands, you could put it in your mouth, mimic the way you do it on his own tip and make him lose his mind a little bit. Itâs right here, an inch away and you dip your head towards it, a magnetic pulling drawing you naturally to it. Sense his gaze on you, sense his delight, sense the flashback glimmering across the wholeness of him. But before you could wrap your lips around it, he moves it out of your reach.Â
âNo,â Jungkook murmurs, breath slightly ragged, holds it up in front of your face, watches as you go cross-eyed a little bit. Hums at the sight, quietly enough for only you to hear. âIf you want it, ask for it nicely.âÂ
His puffy lips being so close to you, you desire to kiss himâcheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, his oh-so-loved dominance fucking with your drunkenness and your brain, body altogether. You tip your head to the side, flutter your lashes, make your eyes big and smile at him as sweetly as you can.Â
He coos, validating you, and it is a force that makes you feel safe enough to submit to him like a small animal to its father. Safe enough to want to get under the table and make him feel really, really good, too.Â
âCan I have the lollipop, please?âÂ
He groans, still quietly, and your panties drench immediately. You widen your eyes at him, feeling your slick, pursing your lips to scold him silently. He just laughs, amused by it all, and the sound of his joy fills you with elation.
One that darkens, when he asks, âWhere?âÂ
You lick your lips, taking in the question, struck by it. Letting your mind wander, the places where you want it, except your mouth, is on your nipples and your clit. Nicely sweet and stickyâfor him to clean up, for him to enjoy. Your dewiness soaks the material of your panties and your body begins to yearn for any kind of friction. Youâre not sure whether youâre able to stick around in your chair, acting as if nothingâs wrongâacting as if youâre not stupendously horny.Â
âIn my mouth.âÂ
Jungkook makes a noise of appreciation and youâre so frustrated by all those sounds he makes that you want to dig your nails in his arms and make him pay for it. Even more so, when he plunges the lollipop into his mouth and his lips pucker around it, inciting the butterflies in your tummy to go absolutely fucking berserk. You place your hand on his bicep, nails ready to attack, but then he pulls out the treat with a pop, angling it at your mouth.Â
âOpen.âÂ
You thought he stole it from you, but he did no such thing. He wetted it for you, like a father for its child. Youâre stupefied to the point that you don't even realize that youâre leaving a mark on the linen material of your seat.Â
You do open your mouth for him, however.Â
He twists the ball on your tongue, expecting you to close your mouth around the stick, but you donât. No, you swirl that muscle around the candy, deepening your gaze, smirking. Jungkook stills, clenches his strong jaw. Darkness flicks across his eyes and he narrows them. First warning.Â
You pretend you donât see it.Â
Closing your mouth and encasing your hand around his, you move the lollipop to the side of your cheek, acting as if it were his dick. And when you bob your head once, Jungkook tugs on the stick, wanting to pull it out, but you donât let him, keeping it caged between your teeth. It only drives you to bob your head again. Â
âStop,â he says, voice calm, deep and seriousâterribly deadly. Withdraws his hand and leans back, watching you with a predatory gaze, one that makes you even wetter. âOr weâre going home.âÂ
Thatâs exactly what you want. Instructions clear.Â
You open your mouth and do a show of swirling your tongue around the ball, only this time you flick the muscle against it. Jungkook grips the table, knuckles white, and you laugh, which you soon realize was a grave mistake.Â
âYou think itâs funny?â he questions you, staring you down with a look that should frighten you, but it merely turns you on. You suck on the lollipop, the dulciness of strawberries suffusing your senses. âIâll bend you over this fucking table, lift up that slutty little skirt and spank you in front of everyone.âÂ
You pull out the candy with an exaggerated pop. Scowl at him. As though his words didnât affect you the way that they didâas though youâre not squeezing your thighs together, trying to gain that friction you so desperately need. âWhy are you so angry?âÂ
He looks away for a moment, laughing silently. Nods his head at your wine glass. âYou finished with your wine, baby?âÂ
Itâs this pleasantness that you hear in this voice that spreads goosebumps across your skin. Feigned sugarinessâthe sunlight right before the clouds come in and thunder strikes; the calm before the storm.Â
Good thing youâre dressed for the rain and ready to sing in it.Â
You nod your head and Jungkook clicks his tongue, grabs you by your hand whilst he pulls out his wallet. You accompany him as he walks over to the bar, black card ready between his fingers. Waits to be noticed. Gives you a look over and fixes your skirt, pulling the hem down.Â
Pays for you. Smiles down at you as he pockets his wallet.Â
And then, he drags you to his car.Â
Perhaps itâs the fresh air, perhaps itâs the briskness in his walk and the tight hold around your hand, but all intoxication evaporates from your body, leaving only your stained elation and neediness. You canât help your smile. Think it must be sewn in at this point. By his own diligent fingers.Â
A wind blows in, pulling your hair to your front and Jungkook pins you against his car. Tits squished against the passenger side, elbows pressed together. Eyes wide, you check your surroundings and find no one in sight. Only swaying trees, buildings of apartments, lamps illuminating the dark street. You relax right away, trusting Jungkook that heâs on the lookout and knows what heâs doing.Â
He grinds his hips against your backside and you moan at the feeling of his hard length. With his free hand, he brushes your hair to one side and begins to pepper kisses along the curve of your neck, nuzzling his face in. Hovers his lips above your ear when he says, âYou feel how hard you made me with your little show?â You nod, quickly, wanting more of him, wanting him inside of you. Push your hips back; twirl them in slow circles. Jungkook hisses. âI guess you really do want that spanking. Whereâs your lollipop?â You show him your hand, where your treat remains uneaten and dry. He takes it from you and you turn your head in time to see him sink it into his mouth, placing it on the side of his mouth like you did. âGet inside the car.âÂ
Jungkook opens the door for you and forces you in, closing it with a harsh thud. As he rounds the vehicle, he makes eye contact with you and your tummy flips in response.Â
Fuck.Â
Nothing happens in a millisecond once heâs seated, but then he grabs your cheeks, squishing them in the way he likes, and kisses you hard, lollipop in hand. Moving his mouth against yours, his tongue only briefly greets you before he pulls away. âNaughty fucking girl. Youâre lucky that I love you because otherwiseâŠâ He doesnât finish his sentence with words, but with another kiss, breathing against you, grunting when itâs you this time that slips the tongue inside, playing with him the same way you played with the dessert he got you. âFuck, youâre gonna be the death of me. Iâm gonna put you in your fucking place, make you remember how to behave in public. Youâve forgotten, haven't you?âÂ
You donât have time to react, you merely bite your lip so hard that it aches. Jungkook pushes you back and yanks your leg between his, lifting your skirt. Then, he hovers his palm above your ass, the other forearm resting on the top of the seat, lollipop dangling near your head. He hides his smirk behind his effort to flatten his lips.Â
And when he spanks you, you donât roll your eyes back and rasp like your body naturally wants you to. No, you hold the eye contact and you take the pain, letting it course through your body, reveling in it. He doesnât say anything as he keeps going, alternating between slapping your now reddened cheeks and the back of your thigh. Doesnât even stroke the skin to alleviate the burn. He solely bores his gaze into yours, his cock rock hard against your leg. Another set of words are exchanged, silently, deeply, teaching you your lesson in tandem with the hits, burying it to a great depth inside you.Â
And then he finishes with a nasty kiss, but his hand resumes causing you pain. Youâve lost count of how many spanks youâve taken.Â
Itâs like youâve woken up from a trance. It reverberates throughout your entire body and itâs now that you allow your body to vocally react. You whine, rounding your mouth in a pout, so different from the one on the dinner date. And you remember your mannersâperceive how wrong it was to tease him, even though a good half of you still takes delight in it.Â
âIt hurts,â you whisper, nudging your lips against him and he gives you your last spankâthe hardest of them all. The infliction makes you flutter your eyes shut and Jungkook brings them back to him by caressing his knuckles down your flushed cheek.Â
âGood, you remember how to behave now?â he asks, halting his movement, such piercing intensity in his irises that drive you to nod your head. âThatâs my good little girl.â Taps the side of your thigh. âLet Daddy make it better now.âÂ
You open your legs for him and Jungkook pushes your soaked panties to the side, revealing your little bedewed seashell. He hums at the sight of her, pops the lollipop back inside his mouth. Collects your arousal by swirling the pads of his middle and ring finger around your hole, eyes flicking from your pussy to your own, groaning when he comes into contact with your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles. You whimper, bucking your hips, needing him to go faster, needing to come.Â
Jungkook shakes his head, disapproving. âYou take what I give you or Iâll stop.â Lifts his hand to express the gravity of his threat and you help, wrapping both hands around his and putting it back on your bundle of nerves. He chuckles at your desperation, giving you the same circles, though now firmer.Â
Waves the lollipop near your lips. You open your mouth, instinctively, and he plunges it into your mouth for a mere second before he pulls away, growling at the sound that comes out. He does it again, fucking you with it in a way, just to hear that pop and heâs so pleased with it that he sinks those two fingers inside your heat, fully, in one ego. Keeps them there. Teases you. Hovers the lollipop out of your reach and you decide to fuck with him back. Darting out your tongue, you whirl it around the flat side and he swears, moaning, giving to you at last.Â
He latches his mouth onto your neck, starting the drill of his fingers. âFuck, youâre so hot.âÂ
He picks up the speed so rapidly that you scream, squeezing your eyes shut, the pleasure permeating your body so vastly that you quiver all over. Grab a hold of his hair, pulling on it and thenâ
Then, he withdraws his fingers. Ruins your orgasm.Â
You pant, trying to catch your breath. âPlease, Jungkook, pleaseââ
He nudges his nose against yours. âWhat, baby?âÂ
âI need to come, please.âÂ
Jungkook tuts, kissing you once. âI thought we could play.â Plunges the lollipop into your mouth to wet it. Shows it to you, just to see you go cross-eyed again. Moans. âWhere do you want it, hm?âÂ
Ever the angel that makes your fantasies come to life. You wrap your fingers around his hand, butterflies swarming in your tummy. Lead him towards your still clothed breasts. âHere.â Take him to your drooling pussy. âAnd here.âÂ
Jungkook makes a sound of approval. Descends his fingers a little lower, to your other hole, circles it. âWhat about here?âÂ
You giggle, but you shake your head. The idea may be intoxicating, however reality is much different. Thereâs a risk to putting any sweetened food inside, one you donât want to deal with.Â
Jungkook smiles at you, pushes your seat back and slides it in the same direction. Crawls over you and you feel so feminine, so sexy underneath him. Nipples perked under your top, breasts full and spilling. You arch your back towards him and Jungkook drags his thumb from your bottom lip, to your chin, neck, the dip of your collarbones until he reaches the hem of your Tom and he tugs it down so harshly that you canât contain your very own concoction of a gasp and moan.Â
Lollipop in mouth, one hand propped by your head, the other squeezes your breast hard, nearing it, fingers pinching your nipple. Makes the flesh as red as your ass. You can tell he likes the view by the way he coos, but then he wipes all your thoughts away, when he sucks hard on the candy and swirls it around your stiffened nub, gaze flicked to yours to watch your reaction.Â
The pleasure is so vivid, so dizzyingâand for him, you let it paint your face in all its colors. Brows scrunched, bedroom eyes, mouth parted, puffing out desperate breaths. Jungkook sucks it again and smears his saliva around your other nipple, taking his time, slapping the ball once against it, making you hiss.Â
âIt feels so good,â you murmur, sinking your fingers into the longer length on the back of his hair, bringing his mouth to yours. You kiss him with a verve that causes him to groan. You swallow that sound, satisfied.Â
He grins at you. âI bet.âÂ
Dips his head and envelops that sugar-coated nub with his warm lips, sucking it hard. His groan spreads there, deepens there and you arch your back even more, pulling his head to your other nipple so he can do the same thing. Join your other hand to his hair and do whatever you pleaseâturn his head side to side, from one nub to the otherâand he lets you, giving you, momentarily, his control. You feel your essence soaking the seat beneath you and you thank the heavens that the fabric is one of leather. You lift his head and try to push it down, but he wonât budge. Stares you down instead, lustfully.Â
âWhere do you want me?â he asks, a wrinkle between brows. âBe a good girl and tell me.â Pops the lollipop back in his mouth.
You sigh, kissing him once on the side of his neck, using your tongue. Make sure youâre looking at him as you reply, âOn my clit.âÂ
He moans, eyes woozy, finger on the stick as he sucks the candy, clefts of dimples on either side of his cheeks. You palm his length, your own digits rounding across his tight balls and he whisks his irises back, grinding into your hand. âYou want a lickie?âÂ
âYes, so bad, please.âÂ
He hums and kneels before you, kissing your clit once in greeting. Then, he flattens his tongue and licks a fat stripe across your whole femininityâfrom your slit, to your swollenness. Hands on your hips, index curled around the lollipop, he holds you steady, prevents you from meeting him, as he stimulates you like this. Up and down, tongue rolling, eyes fixed on you, devouring you. And when he stops to suck your clit, he taps your mouth once with the ball of the lollipop. The act of sucking on something while youâre getting pleasured like this almost throws you over the edge, your body coated in a layer of sweat, but Jungkook withdraws in time. Presses the delight in the middle and rubs small circles, just to prepare you for the big thing. You become so whiny, so loud that his eyes grow in size, watching you in awe.Â
To reward you for such beauty, he rapidly strums it from side to side, causing you to nearly levitate, but he pins you down. Wetting it and placing it back down, grunting at the aftertaste of you mixed with the sweetness.Â
And he canât resist. Canât hold back. The wrinkle between his brows deepens when he tastes you, licking you all over, tongue stopping occasionally its feast to flick at your clit before he swallows you whole. Grunts, sucks, licks. Eyes closed to savor the taste. The pressure in your core heightens, even more so when he lifts your legs, greedy for the side dish in the form of your other hole. Youâre so close that you might burst.Â
âYou taste so fucking good, baby. So sweet. Come on my tongue, please, I want more of you.âÂ
He wants more of your taste.Â
You come so hard that your orgasm takes you to an open sea, your body floating on calm waves, to and fro, eyes rolled to the skyâto the sunroofâseeing nothing but the elegance of the twinkling stars and deep purple clouds.Â
âThatâs it, baby, so good. Thatâs my little girl.â He slaps the side of your thigh, bringing you back to him. âListening so well, learning her lesson, coming so hard. Iâm proud.âÂ
His words alone could make you come again, but youâre distracted.
Jungkook unbuttons his pants and pulls out his manhood. Stroking himself, he lines his tip at your mouth. He doesnât even have to tell you to open upâyou do it yourself. Holding it at the base, he stuffs your throat right away, a guttural chuckle emitting out of his mouth when you gag. He pulls out to where youâre comfortable having him and you begin to bob your head, like you did with the lollipop.Â
âYes, suck it like that, my love. Daddy loves it when you do that.âÂ
His precum on your tongue, the way heâs holding himself, the position and his wordsâyou moan around him, so out of your mind, so fucked out. And when he fucks your mouth, it turns you on so much that you go cross-eyed.Â
Jungkook pulls out quickly, as if the sight of it alone was about to make him come. A string of your saliva from his tip drips onto your chest and he slides into your mouth again just to poke your cheek, just to mimic what you did with the lollipop. You whine, liking it so much, to the point that he drills this tender place of yours until he canât take it enough.Â
âTurn around.â You try to, but your legs are jelly. He manhandles you to the position he wantsâon your knees, tits against the leather, arms around the headrest, the formerly abused cheek against it. âHold onto it. Too bad we left bunny at home, huh?âÂ
Jungkook runs his cock across your pussy and you grind against it, needing the friction after the way he used you. You whimper for him. âSheâs probably wondering where we are right now and why weâre taking so long.âÂ
âIâll make it up to her.â He presses his length against your clit, encouraging you to use him back. âRub your pussy like that on me, fuck.â He moves so itâs his tip that stimulates you. You ride him harder, moaning loudly against the leather. âYou can make it up to her, too. Can ride her like I know you can. With a vibrator between your legs and hers, hm? How you like the sound of that?âÂ
Youâre so close you could come in a second, but you donât want it like this. You need him inside of you. âShut up, Iâm literally gonna come like this. Fuck me.âÂ
He fists your hair. Pain shoots up your scalp and he ruts into your heat. Fully. Until his pelvis collides with your ass. You scream.Â
Lips by your ear. âIs this how you talk to your Daddy?â He begins to pump into your little tight hole. Mercilessly. The leather squeaks, a horrible, rapid sound that you can only faintly hear because all that your senses can focus on is his cock. âYour Daddy that loves you so much?âÂ
You come, pathetically. Sea and waves, palm trees that sway. Your legs tremble, but he keeps going, mouthing the shape of your ear.Â
He tsks. âIâm gonna tell bunny on you. Maybe Iâll be the one who gets to fuck her while you watch.â He gives you a hard stroke, one that is followed by rapid thrusts that scramble your brain. âSheâll be so disappointed to hear how bad youâve been, but Iâll make sure to tell her how hard I fucked it out of you.âÂ
Lifting you from the leather, he kneads your breasts, placing the lollipop in between and holding it up by squishing them.Â
âCome on, get your lollipop.â He bounces your tits in his hands, signalizing you that he wants you to do it with your mouth.Â
But you canât do it. You come, majestically, your senses leaving you and wafting in the stuffed air of the car. Boneless, you sag in his arms.Â
Jungkook coos. âYou come so well around me that Iâll be good to you. Youâre just a cockslut, arenât you, baby? You just canât help it, hm?â He puts the lollipop inside your mouth, chasing his so-needed release.Â
It doesnât take long for him to find the footsteps into that bliss that you left in your wake. He holds you like this, against him, tits spilling over his forearms as he jackhammers into you so hard that your whole body bounces, shakes and reacts to each grunt, to each whimper, to each kiss he presses onto your skin.Â
With the little of the brain you have left, you decide to talk him through itâbecause he fucks you so good.Â
âCome for me, Daddy, yes, please, fuck. Fill me up with your cum. I want it so bad, I want to feel youââ His cock twitches in you, but he continues, sloppily. âYes, so good. Thatâs it. Come for your little girl, Jungkook.â A loud groan. A tight hold. A spurt of his cum inside your walls. You whimper and he fucks it deeper into you, giving you more of his liquid stars. âJungkook, oh fuck, Jungkook, oh yes.âÂ
And itâs that never-ending litany of his name that helps him chase his high to the fullest. He kisses your neck hard in gratitude for helping him come, marking you, marking this memory.Â
You stay like this for a little while. Sweaty, sticky, spent, breathing hardâlungs synced.Â
A warm announcement sneaks to your heart, one that screams it into the drowsy skies once Jungkook pulls out of you, turns you around and, stealing your candy, kisses you.Â
An announcement that youâre deeply and irrevocably in love with him.Â
âYou sounded just like me.â He finishes your lollipop for you, chewing the small bulby head as he dresses you and his cum spills onto your panties.Â
Your smile is dopey, satisfied and youâre ready for sleep to take you, but Jungkook gets out of the car for a smoke. You think you need one, too, after what youâve experienced together, and so you follow him out into the night on wobbly legs.Â
He leans against his car, a cigarette in his mouth, one hand cupping the fire as he flicks his lighter to life. You wait until he puffs out the smoke into the air before you fold into the side of his body, stealing his cigarette and inhaling it, giving it back to him.Â
Jungkook pats your head, rubbing your scalp, chin propped on it. âI didnât mean what I said. You were perfect. Iâm not telling shit to bunny, I promise.âÂ
You smile, fondly. Didnât take his words seriously, not at all, but youâre grateful for the reassurement regardless. Itâs just role-play, nothing else.Â
âI know, baby,â you say, softly, massaging his stomach, going as far as under his shirt to feel his bare skinâever so innocently.Â
âI wanted to fuck you the moment you sat down. Youâre just my little helper and because of that Iâm glad weâre going home with my cum in your panties,â he whispers, placing the cigarette on your lips, so you can take a drag. âYou deserve every drop.âÂ
You feel that familiar ache rooting in your core again, but you donât think you can take another round. Jungkook lifts your chin, making you look at him. Twinkles, bigger than the ones of the stars up above, living in his soft eyes. That cute nose. Those pouty lips. His silky, dreamy heart that looks out for you and puts you first.Â
The three words that youâve never told him before rise up your body and you think now is the perfect occasion to say them.Â
âI love you.âÂ
Wetness coats his eyes and the twinkles broaden, saturating them with an unfathomable, fulging light. He flicks his cigarette away, presses you closer to him and with his now free hand, he cups your face. Kisses you. For a long, long time.Â
âI love you.âÂ
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So American (OB38)
Summary: To the song So American by Olivia Rodrigo. In which a Brit and an American fall so deeply in love with each other.
Warnings: suggestive scenes, language, so much fluff omg, reader is from America (specifically California), reader wants to be a writer and loves Jane Austen, reader loves London, idk if you can tell yet but this is HEAVILY indulgent, reader goes to University of San Francisco (that part is not self indulgent lol)
Note: I couldnât help myself ive had this idea for too long, my debut Ollie Bearman fic! I hope you like it because i do đ€
Eighteen and baby-faced, Y/n thought her trip to London with her best friends would be fun and outrageous. She expected when they touched down in Heathrow that the trip would bring countless amounts of unique memories. It was part of their celebration of completion in their first year in college, a week-long trip to one of their favorite places to welcome the desperately needed summer.
None of them expected for Y/n to slam into a tall body when they were running to a musical before the doors closed and none of them expected that tall body to be that of another eighteen year old who found the short, American girl too cute to tear his eyes away from.
Ollie hadnât been expecting much when he decided to take a day trip into London, wanting to spend the day wandering around one of his favorite cities. Though, when his eyes graced him the vision of y/h/c hair and a flushed girl frazzled in front of him, he knew it would be one to remember.
She was short, almost too short as his neck craned down to meet her eyes and the two murmured out apologies as he knelt down to pick up her bag that had dropped when they both rounded the same corner too fast.
Her ID slipped out, Californiaâs name in bold letters right at the top and made Ollie laugh.
âAmerican?â He smiled as Y/nâs friends glanced at each other from the side.
Y/n grinned, âYep, American.â
Part of him knew getting into business with someone who lived on another continent couldnât be smart, but he couldnât bear to think of not seeing her again. Her beauty struck him and there were no thoughts in his mind when he asked for her number when she mumbled something about having to leave.
Y/nâs wide eyes turned around to meet his once more, âMy number?â
Ollie nodded, his hand in his pocket and clutching his phone, âYour number.â
Her friends behind her giggled before shoving her toward the British boy who they had no idea was not your average or normal eighteen year old. Y/n took his phone lightly and pressed the correct digits. When she returned it, her name staring back at him, he blushed, âY/n. Thatâs cute.â
Her cheeks warmed just like his as her friends began tugging on her hand and yelling about making the showtime, âWhatâs your name?!â She yelled as they dragged her away.
He waved with a beam, âOllie!â
Ollie. Thatâs cute.
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That summer, Y/n never went back to California. The moment she began talking with Ollie and he began taking her out on dates before she was supposed to leave, she knew there would be no way she could leave him. She canceled her flight back after Ollie had begged her to stay, and told her friends they needed to go back without her, that there was something more she needed to explore in London.
The girls had anticipated it, honestly. When they had seen the dazed grin on their friendâs face every time she came back from seeing the boy, they knew there was not enough willpower to hold her back from changing plans.
She would come back for the next school year, but it was clear if things went well, which they seemed they would be, she would stay for the summer.
And that she did.
Ollie forced her around all of England, showing her his favorite nooks and crannies of the country he grew up in. They would spend hours in his car as he drove her around, to the end of the country and back, just so she could experience his favorite view too. Their moments spent together forced the two to get to know each other wholly. Y/n found out about his racing career, gaped at him when he mentioned his Formula 1 race, and Ollie found out about her mundane life as a student at University of San Francisco. Honestly, he loved how regular she was. He craved her stories of college parties and nights spent up until three AM trying to turn in a paper. He loved her life stories. She loved his. They made for a good duo.
When the end of the two months drew near, tears were shed and words of distance were stressed. As they stood at the entrance to Heathrow, Ollie held Y/n in his arms and promised to find another time for her to come visit him, or one where he would come visit her. He was insistent and while they wouldnât say it then, they were already in love.
That proved true a few months later, after calls and texts back and forth, when Y/n turned up at Heathrow once more. She was on Christmas break, one that granted her time to see her boyfriend, and while her family had been supportive of her skipping the holiday to go see someone that clearly made her so happy, she still felt a bit guilty to cancel. Though, that feeling diminished when she descended down the escalator and found Ollie holding a large sign with her name on it in pinks and greens, a large smile on his face as she yelped out and sprinted toward him.
âOLLIE!â Her bags dropped and she flew into his arms as he yelled her name back, the sign he had worked so hard on thrown to the floor the moment she got close.
He kissed her cheek and the two were looked upon adoringly by bystanders in the airport as he gently set her down on the ground, kissing her softly and whispering how much he had missed her.
When he led her out of the doors, all her belongings in his hands, they smiled brightly at each other as if to confirm how much they would make this month worth their while.
â
Drivinâ on the right-side road, he says Iâm pretty wearinâ his clothes. And he's got hands that make hell seem cold. Feet on the dashboard, heâs like a poem I wish I wrote. I wish I wrote.
Ollie clutched Y/nâs thigh as he drove to their favorite spot, one he had shown her during the summer. Her head lulled to the side, staring at him lightly and lovingly right when he glanced at her, his eyes roaming over her body.
Her eyebrows pulled together, âWhat?â
He smirked, âYou look pretty wearing my clothes.â His fingers traced up her stomach to tug on his sweatshirt that adorned her upper body. The way it draped largely over her made his heart warm and how she had the hood pulled up over her messy hair made him want to pull the car over and kiss her silly.
She looked cozy. Cozy enough that his hand traveled under the material to rest around her waist. His warm hands made her feel more sleepy, the clock in the car reading a time too early, as she cuddled further into herself. Ollie noticed the yawn that drew from her and smiled to himself, his eyes averting back to the lonely road they were on.
âCan I put my feet on the dash?â She murmured, eyes closing and head tucking further into his sweatshirt.
Ollie patted her leg, âSure, baby. Iâll wake you up when weâre there.â
He turned the music down enough for her to find sleep again and when her phone pinged beside him, he glanced down randomly. His head had snapped back up before he could genuinely realize the notification he had seen. When it dawned on him what he mightâve seen, his eyes drifted down once more and tapped the screen to see it again.
A notification from In-n-Out stayed put on her screen and he stifled a laugh before whispering, âOh, sheâs so American.â
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And he laughs at all my jokes and he says Iâm so American. Oh God, itâs just not fair of him to make me feel this much. Iâll go anywhere he goes and he says Iâm so American. Oh God, Iâm gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love.
Ollie howled from laughter as Y/n giggled, her joke going over better than she expected. She knew it was funny, but she didnât think the red in his face from not breathing was necessary. Still, she admired the way he admired her and went along with his hysterics. When his breathing regulated and his hunched over position came back to a seated one on the cold bench in Hyde Park, her stares were finally noticed by him.
âWhat?â He asked, arm wrapping around her shoulder as he shoved a piece of croissant in his mouth. He offered the last piece to Y/n and she took it, murmuring before putting it in her mouth, âNothing. You just think Iâm funny.â
Ollieâs eyebrows rose and he blew out a breath, âI think youâre hilarious.â
âI wonder how much youâll laugh with me when youâre wasted.â Y/nâs head cocked to the side as she lost herself to thoughts.
Ollie giggled, âProbably an annoying amount when Iâm pissed.â
Y/nâs jaw dropped in horror, âNot when youâre pissed! Donât pee yourself!â
The couple turned to each other in confusion, Ollie fully taken aback, âWho said anything about peeing themselves?!â
Y/n jabbed a finger into his chest, âYou did!â
Ollie pushed her softly, his hand on her waist drawing her back to him, âNo, I didnât!â
Her head fell into his chest in a fit of laughter, âYes! I was talking about getting drunk and then you just brought up pissing yourself!â
In a moment of realization, Ollie found himself howling with laughter again. His hands clutched her frozen ones in the midst of winter before he got out, âIt means the same thing! Wasted and pissed! Drunk!â
Her mouth fell open as she began to understand. Then, she pulled a face, âWhy would you British people say pissed? Thatâs weird.â
Ollie gasped with a smile, âHey! Donât be rude.â
She crossed her arms, âYouâre the one that insinuated peeing yourself.â
Ollie groaned and scrambled from the seat, running away from her with loud laughter, âGet away from me, American!â
She got up, rushing after him, with strangers giving them questionable looks as they began running through the bushes and trees of Hyde Park,
As she followed after him, his smile getting caught in her mind, she realized she had never felt this way about anyone. Sure, she had had guys in the past, but none of them compared to Ollie. The time they spent together, whether over the phone or in the actual presence of the other, always left her with a fuzzy feeling. A fuzzy feeling she always wanted to feel. The idea of forever was premature, but she was beginning to believe she was in love with the boy running away from her and jokingly berating her for being American. If she was in love, why not entertain the idea of marriage in her daydreams?
When she reached him, falling into his arms roughly with continued giggles, he leaned in and kissed her softly. The look in Ollieâs eyes when he pulled back made her think he might just be in love with her too.
Maybe they could entertain the idea of marriage in their daydreams together.
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God, Iâm so boring and Iâm so rude. Canât have a conversation if itâs not all about you; the way you dress and the books you read. I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when heâs with me, when heâs with me.
Y/n brushed her teeth in the white of Ollieâs bathroom, his parents having generously let her stay in their home during her stay for Christmas. Her best friend, Charlotte, stared back at her from the phone. Their FaceTime had just started and Y/n hadnât waited to say any greetings before jumping into rambling about Ollie.
âCharlotte, Iâm so obsessed with him. I think itâs unhealthy.â She laughed, Charlotte laughing with her. Ollie eavesdropped on the other side of the door. âHeâs so sweet and attentive. He remembers all the little things and even suggests things he thinks Iâll love. Which I always do. The other day, we were walking around Sussex and he saw this small book in a window and forced me into the shop. Turns out he had found a Jane Austen Pride and Prejudice First Edition. He told me he remembered how much I loved that movie and that storyline. He even referenced exact sentences that I had said in the midst of my rant about how much I love Jane Austen books. I looked at the price tag, holy shit, Char, it was so expensive. I made him leave the store immediately because the look on his face told me he needed no convincing in buying it for me. I thought I was in the clear, but apparently heâs friends with the owner of that store, so he went in early the morning after, while I was still asleep, and bought it for me. He surprised me with it along with breakfast in bed. I almost cried, Char. Heâs even started reading it with me because he knows how much I love it.â
Charlotteâs eyes twinkled at the look on her friendâs face. Charlotte loved Ollie for the way he treated Y/n. âThat is fucking insane. This man is in love with you, Y/n.â
Ollieâs heart exploded in his chest from the other side of the door. He had been caught.
Y/nâs whispering was loud enough for him to hear, âI think Iâm in love with him too. I canât get over his smile and his favorite pair of shoes that he most definitely needs to repurchase. I love his humor and how much he wants to make me happy. I love how he makes me feel so wanted and important. I love everything about him from his ratty Ferrari sweatshirt to the moles on his cheek.â
Ollie almost started giggling, jumping up and down like a schoolgirl, at her confession. He was ecstatic. This feeling was better than when he scored points in his first Formula 1 race. Yet, he didnât want to let her know he knew yet. He wanted to plan something, something big that would show how serious he was about her.
The two friends hung up the phone after Y/n realized what time it was and rattled off to Charlotte about Ollie waiting for her in bed. Charlotte tried not to point out the suggestive nature of her statement, but she failed. âUse protection!â She yelped just as the phone hung up. Y/n stood in the threshold to Ollieâs bedroom, him staring back at her as the two took in Charlotteâs warning.
Ollie flopped down into the sheets, Y/n falling right into his arms. He kissed her neck and whispered, âShe doesnât need to worry. We will.â
They wouldnât end up falling asleep until far into the night.
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I apologize if itâs a little too much, just a little too soon, but if the conversation ever were to come up I donât want to assume this stuff. But, ainât it love? I think Iâm in love.
Ollie couldnât wait to tell her. Let her know that he felt the same way. And Y/n couldnât wait to tell him about her most favorite idea, one she had come up in the wake of telling her best friend how much she loved her boyfriend. Neither of them knew the other had something so serious to discuss as they drove down the quiet street. Ollie had shoved her in the car, telling her he was taking her to a picnic under the stars. He threw his coat over her, taking his other for himself, and drove the few minutes before arriving at the open grass area near his house. He helped her out of the car, leading her to the trunk to get the box of food his mother had helped him make in preparation for this, and found a perfect spot with the clearest view of the sky.
The cold, winter air made them curl into each other, creating the perfect amount of warmth to stay. Y/n didnât know how to breach her topic as they popped spoonfuls of soup into their mouths. Ollie beat her to it.
âCan I tell you something?â He whispered, finding her soft eyes.
She nodded, âOf course, baby.â
He sighed, putting his soup off to the side and trying to rid his body of unnecessary nerves. He knew she felt the same. Still, his hands shook slightly, not from the cold, âYou have completely wrecked my life. You were so unexpected and not something I was ever anticipating, but I am so happy you fell into my life, Y/n. I will always look back on that moment at that random corner in London with so much love becauseâŠâ He took a deep breath, âI love you and that was the start of you and me.â
Y/nâs face beamed and she set her soup down, throwing herself into Ollie. He fell backward, the two falling into a heap of limbs on the blanket below them. She kissed his face all over with sloppy, lovesick kisses, âOllie! I love you too!â
He would never get over how her voice sounded whenever she said his name. Sure, she had said it in annoyed manners before when he had ticked her off, but, even then, he loved the way her accent sounded around the syllables. Never did he think he would be putting American accents first before British ones on his list of most beloved accents. Though, he was beginning to find that her smiling face was getting him to do a lot of crazy things lately. Like, buying a book worth thousands of dollars and reading it along with her. Chilling.
She tapped the back of his palms before tugging lightly on his fingers, âI have something to run past you.â
He nodded, pulling her between his legs and stroking her back. She let her legs wrap around his waist as they continued to sit on the blanket, âYou know how much I want to be a writer? The reason why Iâm studying English and everything?â
Ollie continued nodding, tilting his head as to tell her he had no clue where this was going.
She cleared it up quickly, however, when she nervously rambled, âWhat if I transferred to a UK university?â
Ollieâs heart almost flew from his chest, âLike, move here?â
She gave a small smile, âYeah. I mean, Iâve always wanted to move here and study here. I love it here. But, now,â She kissed his lips, âI have more of a reason to. Would that be something youâd be okay with?â
He scoffed, âWould that be something Iâd be okay with?! Fuck, yeah! Oh my God, Y/n, please move here. Holy shit, move here.â He begged with the cheekiest grin on his face.
She laughed, âOkay, okay. I still have to be accepted, but I have good chances with my grades and everything.â
Ollie shook her body lightly, âNo, youâll be accepted. If I start a manifestation journal specifically for this, would you judge me?â
Y/n cackled, âNo, go right ahead. Tap into that spiritual force, Bearman.â
He kissed her hard, happy it seemed to work out for them. God, he wanted it to work out for them so bad.
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And he laughs at all my jokes and he says Iâm so American. Oh God, itâs just not fair of him to make me feel this much. Iâll go anywhere he goes and he says Iâm so American. Oh God, Iâm gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up. I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love.
ONE YEAR LATER
Y/n walked down the street to her dorm, a quizzical look etched into her face as she rounded the corner and ran into a hard body. Her eyes found his familiar ones from her position below him and his smile welcomed her home after a long day.
Ollie laughed, âWe have got to stop meeting like this.â
She tucked herself under his arm as they began walking, âYou just need to stop walking so fast.â
He laughed at her comment before leaning down and kissing her cheek, âHow was your day?â
She groaned, âSo long. English in a UK university is much more in depth than I was expecting. It puts American colleges to shame. Plus, for lunch, the waiter screwed up my order.â
Ollie frowned, âOh, no. Whatâd they mess up?â
Y/n gave him a sad smile, âI asked for chips with my sandwich and they gave me French fries.â
There was silence before Ollie shook his head with a soft smile, âBaby, French fries are chips here.â
She stopped dead in her tracks, âWhat do you mean?â
He playfully rolled his eyes, âNo one says French fries here. If you want that, itâs chips.â
She stood in front of him in a stance that suggested this was an outrage. He chuckled at her, âThen, what do I say if I want chips?!â
He pushed her hair away from her face lovingly, âCrisps, love.â
She huffed and turned away, walking down the sidewalk before he quickly caught up with her. She grumbled from under his arm, âYou need to teach me these crazy discrepancies.â
Ollie nodded and kissed her hair, âItâs not my fault youâre so American, but sure, I will. We can start now.â
Apparently, that sufficed for her as she let out an agreeing noise, âYeah, so where are we going for this date.â
He put his finger to his lips and shushed her, âNo, itâs a surprise.â
Her mind loved the fact that he was so obsessed with planning their outings by himself. She loved how much he initiated everything. She had never felt so taken care of. She always envied the girls loved wholly by their boyfriends and now she had that for herself. There would be no day that would come that she took advantage of the boy she fell in love with two summers ago.
She shrugged, âYou better be happy I trust you so much, Iâd follow you into a dark cave without any questions.â
Ollie squeezed her, âI mean, I follow you anywhere you go, so if youâre not going into that cave, Iâm not either.â
He pulled her down the stairs to the Tube as he slipped her backpack off her body and onto his. She kissed him in appreciation, âSo, itâs settled. No dark caves.â
Ollie shook his head and led her to the place they needed to be. He held her hand tightly as they weaved through the crowds, his head flicking behind him to check on her frequently before just pushing her in front of him, his hands around her waist as he steered her.
When they got to their platform, he added his last thought to their conversation, âWe need to get married first before wandering into dangerous caves.â
He said it so nonchalantly, it made her fall in love with him more. And when he met her eyes after he was met with silence, he found overwhelming joy within them.
He kissed her in the midst of the chaos underground, his hands cradling her face and hers loosely around his waist. They were a sight for sore eyes, but no one saw them in the midst of their special moment.
It was just for themselves and would be referred back to in the coming years as the moment where their forever really started.
Bloody hell, they were so in love.
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Sam Winchester x Fem!reader
Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Crushing, friends to lovers, pet names, Sexual tension, Mellow sexual thoughts, Size kink, p in v, nipple play, multiple rounds, oral sex, praise kink, aftercare
Mentions: She/her reader pronouns, Reader wears a skirt, Reader is implied to be shorter than Sam, Imagining early seasons Sam, Dean is present
"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"
AN: uhh I know I died for like a month but supernatural brain rot is incoming. Sam girl for life <3 anyhow, happy holidays loves. This is so self-indulging, sorry babes.
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Sam Winchester is an awkward man. He's so respectful he doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes. But don't mistake his sweet attitude for a lack of attraction.
When you bend over to pick his book up off the floor for him, he notices your skirt sliding up your thighs. He quickly looks away as he runs a hand through the back of his messy brown hair.
Sam always opens the door of the Impala for you when you join him and Dean on road trips. He notices the way you let your hand brush over his arm as you help yourself into the car. Dean just lets out a small laugh as he climbs into the driver's seat.
Sam watches you saunter around the motel room in his shirt. Under the claim that 'it's just more comfortable'. He loves the way your figure is swallowed up by his larger clothes.
Sometimes it was almost degrading how respectful he was. In truth, you were trying to get his attention. To catch him peaking under your skirt, getting hard from seeing you in his shirt, or him finally being pushed over the edge by your 'discreet' affectionate touches. You swore you were gonna have to climb in his lap and say "fuck me" for him to actually do it.
In truth, Sam wasn't oblivious to what you wanted. Rather he was too kind to give it to you. He thought you were so precious that he needed to deny you. Sleeping with you would be too personal, too intimate and he wouldn't be able to let go of you after.
Dean let out a small laugh, Sam and him were alone in the hotel room while you went to go get dinner for the three. "What, Dean?" Sam asked in his partially sassy attitude as he read through his book. "Nothing nothing...it's just funny watching her pawn for you. Think you might be hurtin' her feelings." Dean smirked as he looked over at his little brother. Sam sighed in response, knowing he could only be talking about you. "I'm not that stupid, I know what she wants...I just..." he ran a hand through his hair "I don't think I should". "Sammy" Dean inquires "Look, she knows what we do. She hasn't gone running yet and she's perfectly human, there's nothing dangerous about that girl" he chuckles. "I know you're afraid because of what happened but...I think this might be something worth risking".
Sam let Dean's words simmer in his thoughts all night. For once he might actually agree with his older brother.
The next night you and Sam were alone. You finally spilled, being brutally honest. Sam watched with a bit of shock as you admitted how you'd be pawning for him. All your actions had a purpose and how bad you wanted to be his girlfriend. You almost wanted to cry with how emotionally overwhelmed this made you trying to explain yourself.
"Lovely, I'm sorry..." Sam stands as he cups your cheek and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. "I know you want me but I was being selfish because I know if I...indulge myself in you, I won't be able to let you go ever again." he explained, his voice was so gentle and his eyes reminded you of a puppy with the way he looked at you. "Maybe...I'm a little selfish too" you chime in "I just...I wanna be yours so bad that I don't really care what happens".
Those words alone tumbled the tension between both of you over the edge. Sam's kisses were soft then heated and needy. He had you pushed against the motel wall while both of you discarded your clothes. His larger figure covered you as he kissed you desperately. His hands engulfed your hips as he gripped them.
Once you two were on the bed, his hands fondled your breasts, teasing your nipples between his fingers. His chest pressed into your back as he kissed along your neck. You reached back to tangle a hand into his hair.
Sam was so sweet but he was a fucking god in bed. He knew exactly where to kiss, fondle, and tease. Nothing but deeply slurred words of "How does that feel?", "You okay?", "Taking me so well, lovely", and "Good girl...". You went three rounds with him...
He rubbed your clit and toyed with your nipples, leaving kisses and sucking up your neck. You came on his fingers, feeling him stretch you open. You wanted to watch his strong hands fuck into you so bad.
He nestled himself between your thighs. His tongue lapping up your first orgasm. You watched as you tugged on his hair, noticing the dominant look in his eyes. His hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread as you squirmed beneath him. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it until he fucked his tongue inside you while you came again.
Then finally he fills you with his cock, only after making sure you were okay. He had you stuffed to the brim, grunts and moans leaving him with each thrust. He pressed his forehead against yours as he kissed your cervix with the tip of his dick.
When you came for a third time, he let you ride your high until he pulled out and finished on your stomach. A gentleman as always, not stuffing you with his cum on the first night. Even if you wouldn't have minded.
Sam carefully cleaned you up in the bath. Warm water envelops you both. He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and gently rubbed your side as he cleaned you up. His actions are no longer lustful, this was just affectionate. "Did you enjoy yourself? Wasn't too much?" he asked softly, his expression back to looking like a puppy. "I'm fine, Sammy. It was perfect..." You smiled and kissed him softly.
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Redemption| Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: after committing a petty crime, Eddie is forced to work community at a retirement home; what he didnât expect was the pretty girl at the front desk, you. This is so self-indulgent don't come for me
Word count: 3.8k
Cw: mutual pining, male masturbation, Perv!Eddie, Dom!Eddie/ Sub!reader, unprotected sex, corruption kink? breeding kink, sex at work. (Briefly proofread)
An: after 85 years I finally got around to finishing this! Itâs not where I thought it would go originally bc it was just suppose to be a fluff piece but the horny gremlin took over
Boredom wasn't even a way to describe how you were feeling. The phones were dead, the day had been dragging on, and it was not even 12:00pm. The residents of the home were also not doing you any favours. Having to repeat yourself about six times in a row at the top of your lungs was starting to get old; your day had just not been going the way you wanted. Any other day, you'd be happy to help, happy to repeat yourself, but today was not one of those days. You were irritated and annoyed; your work bestie was off today, so you couldn't even complain to her about your shit day.
 A sigh of relief fills you when the phone rings, a rare occasion, but today has been so slow you were begging for something to do.
 "Sunny Acres Retirement Home! How may I help you?" your customer service voice was overly sweet, too sweet. However you can't seem to turn it off, being the people pleaser that you are.Â
"Jesus Christ'' You hear mumbled from the other end of the line.Â
"Hello? How can I help you?" you roll your eyes, having to repeat yourself, but keep up the chipper act.
 "Yeah, listen, I was assigned to do community hours at this place, and I need to talk to a manager." Damn, this guy had an attitude.Â
"Yeah! Sure thing. Can I get your name, please?"
 "Seriously?"Â
What the fuck crawled up this guy's ass?
"It's company policy, Sir." You rolled your eyes again, not wanting to deal with more bullshit.
"Eddie" Â
"One moment, Eddie, I'll transfer your call." You put him on hold and transferred him to the manager with a good luck warning.Â
The next day, you were in much better spirits; your work bestie was with you, it was casual Friday, and you were allowed to wear jeans instead of business casual attire.
It was around 1:00pm when you saw Chief Hopper walk in accompanied by someone you had not recognized.Â
"Hey Hopps," you greet him with a smile.
"Hey, you." He said with a smile.
You and Chief Hopper had a friendly relationship because you're close friends with his girlfriend's oldest, Jonathan. Â
"To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Brought in another delinquent for you to roughhouse into shape" he steps out of the way.
Your giggle dies as you lock eyes with the prettiest boy you've ever seen.Â
"This is Edward; he is here to complete two hundred hours of community service, and he will be starting today."
"It's Eddie," you hear him mumble under his breath.Â
Oh so this is the jackass you spoke to on the phone yesterday... a really cute jackass.
He looked to be around your age, but you didn't recognize him. You'd only been in town since the second half of senior year, hating your parents for making your move to a new school so close to graduating. You have been in Hawkins six years now you're here working 9-5 as a receptionist at Sunny Acres Retirement Home.
"Nice to meet you, Eddie." You introduce yourself and proceed to call the manager to let her know he is here. Once Hopper leaves and your manager shows him around, you immediately call your best friend, Robin's, extension.
"Get over here now! We have a code, hottie," you whisper into the phone. Whenever you see a cute person enter the building, whether it be adult grandchildren, paramedics, or firefighters, you always let one another know when there is one on the premises. No less than two minutes later, she approaches your desk.
"Where are they?"
" There," you point to the dining room directly across from your desk as he is being given a tour of the building.
"Eddie Munson?!" she half yells before covering her mouth.Â
"You know him?" you ask excitedly.
"Know him? He's the town freak," she scoffs.
"I'm sure he is a freak, alright?" You wiggle your brows at her."Â
"I'm serious! He's bad news."Â
"Clearly, he is doing community service hours."Â
"Seriously? That is what you're into?" she giggles.
"I don't know? There is something about him?" You bite your lip as you check him out from afar. He turns back to walk towards you, and you quickly look away, not wanting to be caught.
You've always been into bad boys, but your golden retriever, good girl image, always scared them away.
Eddie notices you staring at him because you're not very subtle. He isn't mad that he caught you staring because he felt that you were checking him out rather than judging him. Unlike your co-worker standing beside you...
Just his luck, he recognized Robin from high school. She was always neutral towards him and didn't say much, but he knew how the people in this town operated. She would turn you against him in no time.
"Buckley." He nodded.
"Munson," she mimicked back.
You watched the scene play out, hoping she would introduce you. Wrong. She goes straight in for the kill.
"My friend thinks you're cute." She points her thumb at you, and you immediately slap her shoulder as a gut reaction.
"Robin?!" you scold her. Mortified about what she admitted to him just to break an awkward silence, you feel like you want the ground to swallow you whole.Â
Eddie gives you a cocky smirk before the manager comes back to continue with the tour.Â
"Why do you hate me? Did I do something? Are you punishing me?" you whine.Â
"You know I just blurt out things when I get uncomfortable!"Â
All you can do is roll your eyes, you loved the girl, but she could be really dense.Â
Eddie couldn't stop thinking about your brief interaction all night. Was Robin telling the truth? Did you really think he was cute? Or was she teasing? He hoped that she had grown up since high school and was telling the truth because he also thought you were cute, like really, really cute. He hadn't seen you before, and Hawkins was a small town; he must have known you from somewhere? He wraps his brain around any memories of your face, but he comes up empty. He had to find out more about you. He needed to know you. Something about you infatuated him so much. He thought about how your body looked in the adorable outfit you had on. He thought about what was under the outfit to... Maybe being forced to volunteer his time at Sunny Acres wouldn't be the worst thing that happened to him after all...
The next day, you were assigned to show Eddie some of the duties he was to do for the residents. Talk to them, run bingo, help them with their phone if the line was giving them any trouble, or their TV if they put in the wrong input, serve them beverages, and get to know them and keep them company. A lot of them don't have families or anyone to come visit them. The staff are their family. That was the main reason you stayed at this job for so long.Â
Eddie was quiet the whole orientation. The tension from yesterday was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Small talk was not your strong suit; you dreaded it, but you also really wanted to talk with Eddie, so you went for it.
"So what did they book you for? Steal candy from a kid on the playground?" trying to make light of the situation.Â
"Murder," he deadpans to you.
"Ha ha. Nice try. They don't give community hours to murderers." you couldn't keep your eyes on the task in front of you.
He was dead silent, but you could feel his eyes burning into you.
"Okay, don't tell me; I'll just keep guessing until you do." you gave a cheeky smile, trying to lighten the mood.Â
Another eye roll was shot your way, but you swore you saw a glint of something behind those eyes.Â
"So what was it? Trespassing? Vandalism? shoplifting? Public intoxication? Speeding?" you raise a brow at him.
 Eddie just smirked and shook his head as you interrogated him. Your bubbly personality was nothing compared to his. He noticed how you would light up the room when you walked in. The residents of the home adored you, and he could see why. You were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen; your eyes sparkled, and he loved how you styled yourself. He wasn't used to being so infatuated by someone so cutesy. He noticed you wore a lot of pink and has yet to see you in anything black. He thought of what you would look like with black underwear... then he snapped back out of his thoughts. He tried to think of something less sexy, but as he was trying to do so, your top slipped down when you went to reach for the deck of cards across from you. He caught a glimpse of the frilly light yellow bra you had on under your top.
Eddie noticed the room was getting hotter, or was that just him? You made him nervous; he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you more than he already has. He felt shame that we had to be waltzed in here by the chief of police, never mind what offence he committed. So he stayed quiet, not wanting the next thing to come out of his mouth to be offensive or crass. So he kept quiet, not saying anything or indulging in the conversation more than he had to.
Another week went by, and you still hardly spoke to Eddie. Work was unbelievably slow yet again. you thought that would give you a chance to speak with Eddie, but you hardly had time to see him because the residents kept hogging him. That was until your manager asked for you to help with the Bingo because everyone decided to show up today. Eddie was in charge of rolling and placing, and you were in charge of announcing and checking.
This was it, this was your chance to speak to him...
"How do you like it here so far?"
"It's fine I guess." He mumbled.Â
"Everyone really loves you." You smiled. Â
Eddie gave you a look that said what the fuck?
âNo really! ⊠Do you not like it here?â What you were really asking was do you not like being around me?
"Don't you get it? How can I serve these snotty rich people when all they do is look down on someone like me?"
"Eddie, are you blind? The residents love you."Â
Eddie scoffs at your confession. "I'm serious! When you are gone, Pat always asks where you are! And Linda always refers to you as her boyfriend, and I overheard Martha and June arguing over who got to braid your hair next. You're a real ladies' man around here," You giggle.Â
"A ladies man you say?" his mood slowly changes as he smirks at you. That made you blush, the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away bashfully. He was just so pretty⊠and the way he looked at you like how he is now is making you so shy.
"Yeah, I'm kinda jealous of Linda, if I'm honest." You flirt. You feel like your stomach was in your ass by the time you finished the sentence.
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"What's the next number! come on!" Bob yelled from the table. You had completely forgotten about the game.
Small glances were stolen throughout the following weeks. You would feel the heat rise to your cheeks every time he caught you, and you couldn't tell if he found it endearing or annoying. You never got a response out of Eddie after your admission to being jealous over an eighty-three-year-old.
Eddie definitely thought it was endearing and he can't seem to get you out of his head. He would think about you when he was alone in his room at night. He would think about how you always smelled like marshmallows, how your hair looked so cute with the little bow you put in it occasionally, or how you tease him by wearing those short skirts with stockings underneath. He knew you were teasing him. Everyone else bought the Goodie Two Shoes act, but not Eddie. He saw right through it, and he was fed up. He felt like if he didn't have you, he would actually explode.
Eddie had been watching you from afar this whole time. He would sneak around your desk, finding things he could take home with him as a keepsake. Like little doodles you would leave out, or the pen you were using, or your lip balm. The best was when you left your purse out, and he got a chance to take the travel-size perfume that was lying there on top of everything. There was a reason he got booked for defacing public property and not theft. Theft he was good at.
Eddie sprayed his pillow with your perfume and then used your lip balm that smelled and tasted like strawberries, fuck, everything about you was so sweet: your personality, looks and smell, even your fucking lip balm. He thought about how his lips were touching the thing that touched yours as he applied it to his own, and his dick got hard. Then he thought about how your strawberry lips would look around his hard cock.
You were taking over Eddie's senses as he began to tug at his cock. He thought about how he would love to flip up your skirt and fucking you in one of the empty rooms. His imagination ran wild. He thought about your voice, how your tits would look bouncing in that frilly yellow bra he got a peek at. He wanted you in every position, especially under him. He knew you would be the perfect little sub for him. He needed you to be; he was so close to cumming. He thought about you crying from how much you needed his cock to fill you. He thought about how good you would look and feel swallowing his cock. He needed to take what he thought, no needed to believe, was your virgin pussy.
Eddie came so hard that night, the first night he indulged in his fantasies of you with your smell lingering in the air of his room. The mix of your sent with his was too much. He needed you, and he would do anything to try and get you.
"Ok, I can't take this anymore, you need to talk to him." Robin shook her head.Â
"And say what?"Â
"Yo Munson, come here!"Â
"Robin!" You scolded. Â
As Eddie approached, you felt your heart rate go up; you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. What on earth was she going to say now?Â
"Okay, I can't take watching you two dance around one another any longer." "She thinks you're cute. Okay..." Robin gestured to you. "Do you think she is cute?"
Eddie didnât say anything, he just slowly nodded his head.
The tension broke when the shrill of phone ring broke you out of your trance and shook you a little. You just stared at the phone and Robin butted in.
âIâll take it, you take your lunchâ she gave you a wink and you looked to Eddie.
âI could eat.â and he wasn't talking about the chicken they were serving for lunch.
You felt your stomach do a flip-flip; you heard the insinuation in his tone.
"Um, uh- yeah. Okay." You cleared your throat and went to find an empty room for some privacy.
You guided Eddie up to the eighth floor. There were a lot of vacant rooms up there, and hardly anyone went in the west wing since no one was living there yet. The elevator ride up was silent; you felt an awkwardness, like Eddie was looking into your soul even though he wasn't even looking at you... The elevator dinged, and Eddie let you step out first, guiding him to the privacy he yearned for.
809 Eddie read on the door as you fumbled with the lock and key. Finally, you opened the lock and guided him inside. The room was completely empty; it echoed a little as your footsteps filled it.
"So..." You started but Eddie had no time for talking. He wanted you and he wanted you now.
Eddie surprised you by cupping your face and kissing you passionately. No one had ever kissed you like this before; it was strong and hard but also careful.
"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart." He spoke into your mouth. The kissing got more and more sensual. You ran your hands up his middle before you knew what was happening he quickly turned you around and pressed you up against the wall.
"You think it's cute? Teasing me for weeks with your sweet little outfits?" Eddie's hand was wrapped around your mouth to keep you quiet as his fingers explored you meat of your ass.
"Mmmmmph" You were so scared someone would find you in the empty suite, but it also turned you on more than expected.
"What was that sweetheart? I didn't quite catch that?" His fingers found the waistband of your stockings and pulled them and your panties down with one swift motion. His hand loosened its grip on your jaw so you could speak.
"N-no," You whimpered. This was turning you on way more than it should. You thought you would come up here to talk; maybe he would ask you out on a date. You never thought you would be fucking!
"I don't believe you."
You felt your skirt flipped up and a cool breeze on your wet pussy.
"Tell me, sweetheart, has anyone ever filled this pussy?" Eddie asked as he ran a single finger through your wet folds.
"Yes," You admit shakily. You gripped Eddie's wrist of the hand that was clamped around your throat.
Eddie can't say he was surprised that youâve had men before him. You were beautiful, smart, funny, adorable. It's too bad you had to be with them before he got a taste.
"What a shame you've had to suffer through that before meeting me, babydoll."
"Why is that?" you ask bravely.
Eddie chuckled darkly... "Because baby, I'm about to ruin you for all men."
That made you gulp. You can't believe you were about to fuck your crush in the middle of the work day. You didn't do stuff like this! you were a good girl, a rule follower.
Before you could think anymore about the consequences, Eddie, he slipped his throbbing cock into your needy pussy.
"Holy fuck!" You screamed, and Eddie's hand clamped back down over your mouth to keep you quiet.
Just when Eddie didn't think you could get any hotter, the curse word you let slip from your mouth made his cock twitch inside of you.
"Fuck me, you stretch me out so good," You whine, and Eddie thinks he will bust a nut right then and there. His perfect little angel had the mouth of a whore.
"Yes, you like that, don't you, you dirty little slut." Eddie jerked his hips up into you. It was sharp and hard and hit that delicious spot inside you each time. âYou wanna be my good girl? Or my bad girl?â
âGood- oh fuck- good girl. I want to be your good girl!â
âThat shut the fuck up and take it like I know you canâ
"oh my god, you're so big." Your eyes rolled back into your head as he became more controlled with his rhythm. His hands gripped your hip, and he wrapped his hand in your hair, yanking your head back like he was riding you.
The view Eddie had was your ass bounced off his cock was making his head spin. He knew you would hand a perfect pussy. It was his now and only his.
"This pussy is mine now, understand? Im going to fill this pussy so good you won't know what to do for days. The only thing you're going to be thinking of is me and my fat cock."
All you could do was moan in response. "Yea you like that you dirty little whore. You like that I own this pussy nowâŠâ Eddie slowed down, he rolled his hips slowly into your pussy and he swore he saw the light âYou have everyone convinced you're a goodgirl but all you are is a cumslut. Tell me how much you want my cum coating your walls"
"I want it so bad!" you cried.
You've never had a dick like this before. Eddie was right, he's ruined you for all men and he hadn't even made you cum... yet. You had full faith that he was able to do so because you could feel it. The warm fuzzy feeling was bubbling up in your core. Eddie had picked up the pace at your omission, and fuck if he wasnât hitting your g spot with each delicious stroke of his cock hitting your walls.
"Fuck I'm going to cum!" You scream, all caution thrown to the wind, you'd forgotten where you were. The only thing you could think of was Eddie and his delicious cock.
"Fuck yes, babydoll. Come on this cock." Eddie's hand let go of your hair and wrapped it around your throat, pulling you flush to his body.
"More" You whisper.
"Greedy greedy girl."
"Please" You begged. You needed him to touch you.
"There is my good girl." His hand that had gripped your hip slid down and started playing with your swollen clit and your legs almost gave out.
"Next time, I'm keeping my word, and I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy." Eddie growled.
That did it for you; your inner walls squeezed, and you felt your orgasm rush through you. Eddie trusted in you as your body convulsed around him.
"Fuck you're so fucking tight," Eddie grits through his teeth, and he fights off his impending orgasm. He doesn't want this moment to end, he wants it to last forever. What if this is the last chance he has to feel your pussy wrapped around him?
"Please, Eddie, I want your cum! I want your cum so fucking bad, my pussy needs it."
That did it for Eddie, he let go and his hot seed was being shot into you with a roar.
After minutes of silence and heavy breathing, Eddie bent down and pulled up your panties and stockings for you, trapping his cum with it. You turn slowly, afraid to look him in the eyes, but Eddie doesn't allow it. He brings your cin up, guiding your eyes to look into his.
"Don't shy away from me now, babydoll. You're going to go back down to the lobby and finish the rest of your work day knowing my cum is going to be seeping through your pretty little panties, ok?" He ordered, and you dumbly nodded your head, still fucked out by the amazing dick you just received.
"Good girl" Eddie patted your ass, and you walked to the elevator with wobbly legs. Eddie laughed and held you stand straight before letting go before you reached the first floor.
You returned from your break fifteen minutes later than allotted, but Robin covered for you. You couldn't even look her in the eyes, and she knew you got freaky with the freak of Hawkins.
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The Mediaâs Favourite
charles leclerc x female reader
summary: amelia is the light of charlesâs life, and she adores him just as much, itâs a good think the media loves her tooâŠ
warnings: very fluffy dad charles, like tooth rotting
a/n: i really needed this after the past few days iâve been having, so this is self indulgent for sure
Amelia had her head on your shoulder as you weaved your way through the crowds to reach Charles before he was whisked off for media duties. Heâd come in second at the grand prix today, and the two of you couldnât have been any prouder especially after how the season started for him.
âPapa?â
You smiled softly kissing the 4 year olds cheek gently, her eyes looking around for her favourite person
âAlmost there petit fleur, weâre almost there..â
The two of you walked down towards the motorhomes and over to ferrariâs hospitality, once the two of you had made it safely, Charles was waiting where he usually was, towards the back offices.
âBonjour mes bĂ©bĂ©s!â
At the sound of Charlesâs voice Amelia picked her head up and smiled happily
âPapa!!â
âMon ange!!â
He responded with an enthusiasm to match his little girls, and man did the two of them ever look like twins. Charles took her from you gently and you smiled as she clung to him tightly, the Monégasque kissing her cheek a few times before sending you a smile, a pressing a kiss to your lips.
âYou did so well baby, congratulationsâ
âThank you amour, I think it was because my girls were hereâ
He kissed your forehead, wrapping his arm around your waist before walking with the two of you down towards the media pen. It was almost tradition to go anywhere together as a family, especially in the paddock on race weekends.
As the three of you arrived, Charles took you and Amelia behind where youâd be away from the journalists but could still see him, only when he went to pass Amelia back to you, she whined
âNo papa, stay with you!â
You frowned knowing how hard it was for her to see him and then need to let him go again
âBĂ©bĂ©, papa will only be a little whileâ
Amelia shook her head, her bottom lip pouting as she tucked her head into Charlesâs neck, soft little whimpers escaping her
âWant to stay, papa want to stay!â
Charles thought about it before nodding
âYou want to come with papa and talk about the race?â
Moving her head to look at him Charles could have swore his heart burst at the anxious look in his daughters eyes, not because of the camera, but because she didnât want to be anywhere but his arms.
âYes please!â
Looking at you to check if it was okay you nodded and watched them walk out into the media pen, all eyes on the father-daughter duo. Thankfully today, Charles had Lissie interviewing him.
âWell this is a surprise, hello Charles and hello Amelia!â
Amelia waved shyly and Charles laughed, adjusting her on his hip so she could see better.
âI have a buddy for media today it seemsâ
âYou do, quite a cute one too!â
Charles smiled before nudging Amelia
âWhat do you say bĂ©bĂ©?â
The toddler smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder
âThank youâ
Lissie smiled just as brightly, the content too cute to handle as she dove into questions about the race, Amelia listening intently, just happy to be in her fatherâs arms and close to him.
As the interview began to close Lissie asked Charles if Amelia could answer a question, to which he nodded, the four year old now watching her with interest.
âSo Amelia, I was wondering who is the best race car driver?â
Amelia was quiet before gently patting Charlesâs chest
âPapa! He is the best! He can go âweally fast! Heâs my âfavowiteâ
For being four years old sheâd always been so great with words, even if some were still hard to pronounce she gave it her all.
âYou heard it here everyone, Amelia Leclercâs favourite driver is her dad! Safe to say I think many would agree, Thank you Charles and thank you Amelia!â
Charles thanked Lissie before the pair weaved their way back towards you, your arms open and ready to pull then in for a tight hug.
âIâm so proud of you my superstars!â
Kissing both of them gently you all made your way back to get your things and get ready to leave the track. When the day started you definitely didnât know it would end this way, seeing your baby girl so animated and happy in front of the cameras for the world to see.
You just knew it wouldnât be the first or last time Amelia took the Formula One media pen by stormâŠturns out she was a fan favourite. But even then, sheâd always be yours and Charlesâs favourite too.
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Astarion x f!reader
Summary: During a solo mission, Astarion takes the opportunity to indulge in some "depraved carnal lust".
Warnings: 18+ MDNI Slight enemies to lovers, sex bent over a desk, sex with clothes on, mild choking, rough sex, reader handles her crush like a fifth grader (by being mean) Astarion is his smug self
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"Do you want me to do it?" Astarion smugly asks, flicking his wrist sharply, sending a dagger into the wood beam before him. He's leaning against the cracked wall of the tunnel. A condescending smile stretches across his pale lips.
"Shut the fuck up!" You snap, twisting the lockpick violently, it's stuck on something, and it is pissing you off.Â
"My my, someone's testy today." The Vampire pushes off the wall to retrieve his dagger, only for you to hear the same thud of the knife hitting the abused beam once again.
You clench your jaw, wanting nothing more than to drown the bastard in the small stream of gray water. See him try to be a smartass when he's choking on sewage.Â
No! Just breathe.
As soon as you get this damn door open, all you need is to grab the stolen lease for the damn butcher, and the party will have a nice payout. Then Astarion's snarky comments and teasing jabs can be ignored behind a glass of ale and a nice meal.Â
Well, if you don't kill him first.
The relationship between you and the Vampire is a complex one, to say the least. Astarion is an arrogant, pompous dick. You're a temperamental stubborn asshole. It made for a messy mix of harsh insults and constant attempts to belittle the other.
It would have been so easy to hate him completely, but Astarion can be sweet under the cloak of night, and you could almost pretend he's a tolerable person when he speaks those honey-coated words. And when you let him feed from you, everything became so much more complicated.
The pick snaps, and you drop your head, groaning in frustration. You stand up and kick hard against a crate; the decayed wood breaks against your boot. Sighing in defeat, you motion to the rogue.Â
Astarion laughs smoothly, tucking the knife away, and exchanges it for his thieves' tools. Giving you a wink, he bends down to examine the lock. You pretend not to admire the swell of his ass, but who are you kidding Astarion is extremely attractive.
With little to no fanfare, the lock turns over, and Astarion opens the door. "After you."
"I fucking hate you." You grumble, pushing past, making a point to shove your shoulder hard into the rouge.
"Keep telling yourself that Darling,"Â
You flip him off.
The sewer system is a winding path of tunnels leading to various places. The two of you walk in silence for a few minutes.Â
"Are you sure we are going the right way?" Astarion asks, breaking the peace.
"Of course, this is the right way." You hiss, glaring over your shoulder. "I can read a map."
"Just like you could pick a lock, yes?"
You don't think you've ever seen a more punchable face. You're almost tempted to smack him just to see his reaction. Instead, you practice a semblance of self-control and ignore him.
After a few more turns, you hit a dead end. It's nothing but a damp brick wall. Scanning the map, you're sure you followed all the proper steps; there should be an entrance. Stowing the stupid paper away, you begin feeling the brick for any invisible button, unwilling to admit defeat in front of Astarion. All hideouts have secret levers. Right?
"Well, sweetheart, I think you've gotten us lost."
"No, I didn't, jackass, now be useful for once and help me." You bend down and begin trailing your fingertips against the rough bricks near the floor.
"I don't think I will. I'm quite enjoying the view from here."
You look back towards the rogue, "What are you talking aboutâ" you choke on your words.
 Astarion is shamelessly eyeing your form. A fang tugs at his bottom lip, hunger darkening his eyes. You swallow hard, and a flame ignites low in your stomach. You have a sudden urge to press him against the wall. That thought startles you. This is Astarion. The obnoxious, arrogant, attractiveâno, stop that. You stand up and shake your head, willing your thoughts to clear.Â
"You're ridiculous," you sigh and dig through your bag.Â
Retrieving the knock scroll, Gale scribed for you. Repeating the steps he told you to do, you mumbled the incantation, and soon enough, what was once a solid brick wall cracked open to reveal a hidden path.
"Told you I knew where I was going," you boast, sticking your tongue out childishly.
Astarion smirks, "Yes, a broken clock is right twice a day."
Scoffing, you shove him hard, causing him to take a few steps to correct his footing. The entrance leads to a broken-down ladder and a worn wooden hatch. Astarion steps up to pick the lock and lifts the hatch barely to survey the room. He pushes the trapdoor open and enters.
Following suit, you find yourself in a dusty broom closet. Astarion is already at the door to the hallway, a sliver of light pouring through the crack. Closing the trapdoor, you cross your arms and wait for Astarion to turn back to you.Â
"It's abandoned."
"Are you sure?"
Scoffing, Astarion doesn't answer. He pushes the door open and begins down the hall. You follow after him.
The small hideout is plainly decorated, the common room has a dingy sofa and a coffee table. The fireplace is dead; not even embers remain. Good. In the corner, there looks to be an unfinished game of cards. The faded carpet runner leads down the hall to a large ornate door.Â
Astarion is already opening the door by the time you reach him. By the looks of it, this is the boss's office. A large oak desk sat in the middle room. A plush chair pulled slightly away as if someone hadn't bothered to move it back. Bookshelves line the back wall.Â
"Secure the door," you say as you move to the window to the left of the door. You hear Astarion mumble something but don't quite catch his words.Â
The window is a short drop good for a quick escape if needed.Â
You move to the desk and begin rifling through the papers on the desk. Tax documents, random notes, crappy doodles, and a cringey love letter, but not what you're looking for. You rip open the first drawer. Nothing. Second drawer. Nothing. Third, nothing.Â
"Astarion, did you find anything?"
"Nothing important." His sultry voice is deep and so very close to your ear. Â
Your heart drops, but you suppress any other signs of distress, knowing that is exactly what he's looking for. Sighing In annoyance, you turn around to face Astarion and cross your arms over your chest.
"Are you even trying to look for the damn paper? We need to get what we're here for and get the fuck out!"
Astarion's mouth cracks into a cheeky grin, and he closes in on you. You back against the desk instinctually, reaching a hand up that lands on his firm chest. Astarion has you caged against the desk, each hand on either side of your hips. You know Astarion can hear the thrumming of your heart and the shaky inhalation of your breath, and you curse your body for betraying you.
He bends his head down to press his mouth against your ear. "What if I'm looking for something else?"
You freeze. What did he meaâ
The thought is forgotten because he's slamming his lips onto yours. You gasp in surprise, and Astarion wastes no time, delving his tongue into your mouth and claiming it as his.Â
The slight metallic taste of blood that lingers on his tongue should repulse you but has you moaning desperately for more. You grip your fist tightly into the fabric of Astarion's armor. His body is flush against yours, but you need more. You scratch your nails up his neck and tangle your fingers into his hair. Astarion groans into your mouth, biting at your bottom lip.
Everything is hazy, and you're lost in the kiss. Your thoughts are slow to catch up with the situation, too consumed by the taste of his lips. Astarion's lips. Astarion.
You push him away, chest heaving in rapid breaths. "What are you doing?"Â
"I'd hope my intentions would be obvious by now." He grins and dives back to kiss down your neck, dragging his teeth against your skin. "I could be more obvious if that would clear things up."Â
A sharp bite of his mouth at your throat drags a choked gargle from your swollen lips. You feel dizzy from the scent of rosemary and bergamot invading your nose. Lightheaded from the sudden turn of events. Astarion presses a knee between your legs, applying firm pressure against your burning arousal.Â
Gods, what was he doing to you?
Needing to gain any form of control, you tug sharply at the roots of his silver curls, drawing a hiss from the man.Â
You finally manage to gasp out, "We hate each other." As if that would somehow clear up your raging thoughts.
Except, could you hate someone who is making you feel so good?Â
Cold fingers trail against the skin between your leather armor and trousers. Astarion's deft hands start pulling at the lace of your pants. Another wave of arousal warms your body, and you feel drunk on the pale elf.
"You say that, yet I don't think you want me to stop." He purrs, halting his movements, and meets your eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"
You shake your head, desperate for more. Your dignity couldn't live with letting Astarion reduce you to a begging mess. However, if you were honest with yourself, you're already halfway there. Reaching out, you grab for his belt.
Astarion was having none of that. He's quick to twirl you around and press your torso flush against the top of the desk. A stack of paper flies off and scatters to the ground, but neither of you put much care into it. Astarion grinds his front roughly against your ass, and you moan at the feeling of his hardening cock against you.
"No, no, no, my dear, use your words."
"Gods, are you always so fucking annoying?" You whine pressing back and rolling your ass against him. Astarion grunts, gripping your hips tightly. "Are you going to fuck me, or should I just take care of myself?"
Astarion groans, rocking against each roll of your hips. "There's my spitfire."Â
"I'm not yours."
Astarion tugs at your pants and underwear, pulling them over your rear and letting them pool around your ankles. You kick off your boots and free yourself, leaving your lower half bare to the open air. A shiver rushes up your spine as the cold air hits your dripping heat.Â
Astarion's slim fingers trail down your folds, and you bite your lips to stifle a cry. Tilting your head back, you see the rogue admiring the slick coating his fingers.Â
"You might not be mine, darling." Astarion slips his drenched fingers into his mouth, and you watch, mouth agape, as he swirls his tongue to clean each digit. "But who else has seen you bent over a desk looking as desperate and delicious as you do now?"
"I could name a few," you say cheekily, earning you a smack on the flesh of your backside.Â
Astarion gropes the reddened skin and bends down, blanketing you with his body. You feel the soft pants of his breath cascade over your neck as Astarion brings his lips to your ear.
"Then it seems I'm just going to have to ruin you for anyone else." Astarion practically growls and licks along the shell of your ear before taking the lobe in between his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. You don't recall hearing Astarion unclasp his belt, but when you feel his bare cock rub against your back, all you can do is arch your back and moan.
"Astarion," you part your legs more in silent invitation.
"Yes, my dear," His voice is smug as he rocks against you. He knows what you want but wants to hear you say it.Â
The head of his cock parts your folds and moves to tease your desperate clit; a collective moan fills the room, but it is not enough for either of you. And knowing that the two of you are currently in the middle of dangerous territory means there is no time to play.Â
"Stop being a prick and fuck me."
"Have I ever told you, you always have such a way with words." Astarion chuckles before plunging deep into your cunt.
A shaky cry leaves your lips, all air seemingly ripped from your lungs. Astarion is bigger than most men you've slept with prior - though you wouldn't dare voice that out loud in case it inflates his already-inflated ego. The stretch holds a delicious sting, and you feel the beginning of the burn of tears at the corner of your eyes.Â
Astarion's still his hips for a moment, letting you collect yourself. His thumbs are rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back and peppering kisses across your neck. Once the sting of his initial entrance simmers to a stirring heat, you tell him to move.
"Hells you're so tight." Astarion groans as he sets a teasing pace, dragging the rugged ridges of his cock out before plunging back in at the same agonizing pace.Â
A pace you could imagine sharing intimately with Astarion all night somewhere secluded. Perhaps your tent or an isolated clearing, not a random gang's currently empty hideout. And since you're not one to play nice, you decide to play with fire instead.
Pushing up on your elbows, you move your head to look back at Astarion, a playful smirk on your lips. "You say you're going to ruin me, but I think Gale could be doing a better job of it right now."
Astarion's body freezes just as you hoped he would react. He shoots you a look full of daggers and bares his teeth in annoyance. Without comprehending entirely what's happening, Astarion pulls out of you and, with a strength you have not seen from the Vampire (the same Vampire who asks others on multiple occasions to carry his pack because it's too heavy), flips you over and has you seated firmly back on the desk leaving you dizzy but feeling giddy as a schoolgirl.Â
"Oh darling, you're going to regret that."
Astarion rams back into your pussy and begins to thrust quick and brutally deep into your body. His cold hand is wrapped around your throat, holding it firmly enough to keep your eyes locked onto him.Â
Your legs link around his lean hips, pulling him deeper into you. Moaning desperately, you run one of your hands up under his leather armor, splaying it across his stomach. You grab his face and pull him into a kiss, all tongue and teeth and perfection.
 The desk is groaning under the movement of your bodies. Random knick-knacks are clanging to the floor. A bottle of whiskey shatters, and the pungent aroma wafts into the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and slick.Â
"You and that mouth of yours." He breathes deep into your ear. "Always so confident, so snarky, so bratty."Â
"M-moreâŠ" you choke, clenching around his length, desperate for anything and everything he will give you.
"Do you think the wizard could handle you?" The hand not firmly holding your neck snakes between your legs and begins to play with your clit.
"Gods A-star.." You gasp, eyes rolling back.
"Could he or anyone else make you feel this good?" Astarion's hand tightens slightly against your neck, and the lack of oxygen leaves you feeling dizzy and euphoric.Â
"N-noâŠplease."Â
"After me, no one will ever be able to satisfy you." His thumb is now rubbing fast, tight circles against your clit. "Fuck, that's it, squeeze me just like that."
Gripping onto the desk, you shift your hips, and Astarion is now hitting deeper into your abused cunt. You tighten your legs around his waist, urging him to go faster. That delicious coil is beginning to burn deep in your stomach, and you know you won't last much longer.Â
"Tell me, who's making you feel this good," Astarion demands, voice husky.Â
"Y-you,"Â
"And when you come on my cock, I want you to scream my name." He grunts, and the thrust of his hips is beginning to become sloppier. "I want to hear just how good I make you feel."
Everything is too much. Astarion's sinful words, the harsh thrust of his hips combined with the tight circles of his thumb on your clit, the musky smell of Astarion's sweat mingling with yours, and the intense fragrance of the spilled whiskey.Â
You don't remember the details, just the wave of euphoria as the coil snaps and your orgasm washes over you. The words that spill from your lips hold no meaning in your clouded mind. The only thing that holds context is the feeling of Astarion stuttering thrusts of his hips as he chases his release from your spent body.Â
And when he stills, and the world falls silent apart for your combined pants of breath, all you do is brush the curls off his forehead and kiss his cheek. Why? You're not sure, but that's something you'll ask yourself later.Â
Once you return to relatively normal breathing, Astarion moves from his slumped position against your body. He stares at you in astonishment.
"Well, that happened." You offer because what else were you supposed to say?
Astarion breaks out into a genuine laugh, full belly and joyful as he tucks himself away. You couldn't help but join in as you move to put your clothes on.
"Yes, my sweet, I suppose that did happen."
"So where-"
The two of you jump at a commotion coming from the hall. Someone is jingling the doorknob, trying to open it; when it doesn't budge, there is a loud bang followed by an even louder shout of anger.
"Fuck!" You quickly finish tying your boots and collect your gear.
"Seems like our friends are back from their trip. I believe it's time to go." Astarion says as he moves to the window and opens it. Without waiting for you to respond, he gives you a devilish smirk and jumps out.
"Shit, the paper." You sigh, knowing you'll never hear the end of it.Â
By the time you make it to the window, the door is being busted in, and a very angry-looking dwarf is storming into the room. You smile at him and give him a salute before diving out the window, knowing Astarion will be there to catch you.
***Later at camp***
"What do you mean you didn't get the document?" Gale yells, the others equally baffled by you and Astarion's failure. "That was the only thing you needed to get!"
You shrink in on yourself looking to Astarion for help. "I...I don"
Astarion rolls his eyes. "Stealing objects from heavily populated hideouts is harder than you might think, wizard."Â
"That's why we sent you two!"
"Then perhaps next time-"
"HOLY SHIT!" Karlach interrupts, drawing everyone's attention. She's pointing straight at you with a look of bafflement. "Soldier's got a fucking hickey."
You clamp a hand over the spot Astarion was biting at earlier, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole.
Shadowheart's face scrunches up in disgust. "Please don't tell me, we're not getting paid because you two idiots decided to fuck?"
"Darling, it would seem the cat's out of the bag." The bastard has the audacity to look proud.
"I hate you all." You groan and storm off to your tent, contemplating just how bad it would be to join the Absolute.
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She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid X Goth!reader]
A/N: self indulgent little fic here. I have been in a writing slump for a few weeks and needed to do something just a little self indulgent. So we have this which has been on my mind for ever. I love Abby Sciuto from NCIS and thought how fun it would be to see our little nerd fall in love with the alternative lab rat of the FBI. This is not proof read or anything so it might not be the absolute best but I just wanted to put something out here again.
WC: 1737
Tags: fluff, crush, first meeting, love at first sight possibly, multiple parts, opposites attract, self indulgent fic, reader is described as female, reader is alternative
Warnings: Mention of human remains.
Read part 2 here, read part 3 here
The music coming from the lab was muffled. Even through the closed door Spencer could hear the barely legible lyrics as he got closer and closer. As he reached the door and knocked there seemed to be no answer. Certain his knocking wouldnât be heard over the noise that he now recognized as Siouxsie and the banshees. He opened the door. As soon as the barrier between him and the music was lifted it sounded so clear. It was turned up to 11 and he wondered how anyone could even focus with music that loud.
That was until he saw you, swaying along to the music, the white coat exaggerated the movements. Swishing from side to side as you reach for a pasteur pipette while bobbing your head along to the music. You seemed absorbed in the music, focussed on your work leaning over the bench and carefully dripping a clear substance on a piece of paper while still perfectly on beat with the music. Spencer cleared his throat loudly, hoping to make himself known before he interrupted you in whatever you seemed to be doing. Though it didnât quite reach the decibel level to alert you. âL/Nâ he called out your last name but once again no response. So he took a few steps closer. Once Spencer was close enough he reached out and softly tapped your shoulder. You jumped in response, whirling around in shock with the pipette in your hands raised like a weapon. Like somehow you would be able to defend yourself with the lab instrument. A yelp falling from your lips.Â
âOh my god! Canât you knock!â You accused, eyes wide as you placed your free hand on the top of your chest, taking a deep breath. âI did. I also tried to clear my throat to not scare you.â Spencer retorted, his voice raised a little louder so you could hear him over the music. You twirled around, placing the pipette in the holder. âIâm Doctor Reid, from the BAU.â He continued loudly. You turned, holding your left hand up to shush him. Your right fishing the remote from your coat pocket. It gave Spencer some time to look you over.Â
Your lab coat was about the only light thing you wore. The outfit underneath was black on black on black. A band tee with illegible writing that peeked over a corset, layered with a ripped fishnet top underneath. The abundance of necklaces of all different lengths, cascading down your neck like silver waterfalls. Ripped jeans he wasnât quite sure were safe for the lab environment, but the skin of your thigh caught his attention. Something inside of him stirring. He fidgeted with his hands in front of his body.
âSo⊠you were saying?â You spoke. Spencerâs eyes snapped back to your face. You looked up at him with big eyes, a small smile accompanying them. The music was turned down now giving him room to think. Though your eyes still made it difficult to really focus. âOh, I am Doctor Reid, from the BAU.â He answered after swallowing for a moment. âAh! You are here for the clothing analysis, right? Penelope mentioned one of the team would come pick it up. Normally it's her or Derek, though I think Derek has complained about hearing loss.â You whirled around while rambling on, pony tail waving behind as you turned, bounding over to a table with scattered papers. Spencer followed close behind, not focussing on the words rather just the tone of your voice, a slight intrigue towards you. He didnât even know your first name, yet somehow your mannerisms, your unconventional style, it made him want to know more. âRight.â He said, realizing he hadnât technically answered your questions.Â
Spencer looked over your shoulder as you picked up a stack of papers neatly stapled together. He thought he might be a bit too close as he could smell the subtle perfume wafting off of you. Though he also strangely enjoyed it. It was sweet but not overly so. A hint of cherry that was fitting in his eyes. The color of the fruit matching that of your lipstick. As you looked over the paper and began to talk again, âSo, the substance that was on the clothes seems to be turpentine. Commonly used in oil painting. The vapors can already cause irritation to the eyes, skin, and airways if exposed to them for longer periods of time.â you rambled off the words as you read them. âThere were some other things found on the clothes that coincide with the oil painting. Different pigments and paint residue.â You turned, eyes still on the paper nearly bumping into Spencer as he had been standing so close. When you looked up at him surprised he could feel a tightening in his chest. âOops, sorry.â You apologized, a small smile on your lips.
You apologized to him while he was the one in your way. âOh it was my fault. Shouldnât have stood so close. Sorry.â He muttered. The words falling from his lips unceremoniously. He felt like half of his intelligence had up and left his brain as he talked to you. Not really knowing what to say at that moment. His hands fidgeted at his sides again. His left hand playing with the hem of his cardigan sleeve. He cursed himself internally for being reduced to a stumbling mess in front of you. You kept standing there though. Clearly you had turned around to go somewhere and Spencer had been in your way. Yet he was nailed in place and so, it seemed to him, were you. âDid you know they used to make oil paints with human remains?â You spoke excitedly. Like you had been waiting to tell someone, anyone, that little fact. He knew that. He knew that for a long time yet seeing you, tell him a fact with such delight, made him want to lie. âNow I do.â He answered, his smile matching yours.
âIt was called mummy brown. They ground up mummies, both human and animal, and put it in the paint.â You continued. Your voice trailing off slightly after the word animal. You held up the stack of papers to him. âEverything you need is in there. If you need me to clarify something just give me a call. Or stop by whenever you want.â Spencer nods after your sentence. Taking the papers from you his hand touched yours ever so slightly. His brain short circuited for a moment before the neurons started firing accordingly again. âI eh- I donât have your number.â he stumbled over the words.
As if you realized that in that moment you took a step aside and walked past him. Walking over to a desk and rummaging through a drawer. Spencer walked a bit closer to your desk. No longer being nailed in place by some unspeakable force. You pulled out a thin sharpie, and Spencer raised a brow ever so slightly at that. You walked back over, holding out your hand to grasp his. Spencer placed his hand in yours. His mouth felt incredibly dry for a moment. His tongue was uncomfortable in his mouth. His heartbeat raced faster. Nothing like he had ever really felt before. You could have done it on the papers, or maybe even a sticky note. Yet you decided that his hand would be the perfect place to write down your number. He thought about it for a moment, your hand was soft and warm. You twisted his hand, writing down your phone number along with your name. Once you finished you let go off his hand. Spencer looked at the black numbers, committing them to memory, and your name. God your name would be bouncing around his head for days. âY/N.â He said, testing the name. It felt right.
âThatâs me, you better put that in your phone. These markers are not nearly as permanent on skin. Itâs the oils.â You went on, capping the marker as you spoke. âI will. Thank you.â Spencer said and smiled. He stayed standing in place for another moment. Trying to commit you to memory just in case his eidetic memory failed him. He realized he was staring a little and cleared his throat. âI eh⊠I have to go.â pointing his thumb to the door. You giggled a little, a sound that made Spencerâs cheek heat up a little. âRight, pretty boy, head on out. I need to get back to work too.â You smiled casually. Spencerâs face was only heating up more. He swallowed. The nickname the others used for him sounded so much better when it came from you. He turned around to hide his ever heating face from your sight, walking over to the door quickly. Once in the opening he quickly looked back, giving an awkward wave that you returned with a smile.Â
When Spencer entered the bullpen his face had calmed down a little. Not feeling nearly as hot as before. He was able to think clearly again, but when he looked at your number and name on his hand he felt giddy inside. Reaching his desk he sat down, placing the analysis file on his desk. âThat took you long enough, pretty boy.â Derek called out from his desk, humor in his voice. The nickname had no effect when he said it. âSorry, the lab tech⊠she was explaining some things to me.â Spencer quickly lied. âAlright, can I get the file?â Derek had his hand already out. Spencer gave him the file and Derekâs brows raised at the number scribbled on his hand. âYou got her number?â He smirked. Spencer pulled his hand back covering the numbers and your name with his other hand. âIf something needed more clearing up.â He retorted. Derek merely chuckled at his awkwardness, âSheâs friends with Garcia, you wouldnât have needed her phone number.â He added with a smirk. Spencer felt his face heat up a little again, embarrassed. He knew that. He knew that he had known that. But in that moment he couldnât think.
He looked back at his hand. Your name on his skin. A little flutter in his chest kicked up when he did. Derek cleared his throat, making Spencer look up again. Derek pointed at him with his pen, before opening his mouth. âYou better call her soon.â
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