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rdj the (whitewashed) electric boogaloo
This is a reminder to everyone who's excited about RDJ's casting as Doctor Doom that this casting is whitewashing. Victor Von Doom is a Romani character and has been a Romani character since his introduction in the 1960s. (Fantastic Four Annual #2 [1964]) Not only that, but his Roma identity and the persecution he and his family faced due to it is integral to his character, it is what forms his identity. (Books of Doom by Ed Brubaker) Even if on the off chance this casting is meant to not be Victor but instead be some variant of Tony or whomever else becoming Doctor Doom, it is damaging to the character to rob him of that important cultural background. Doctor Doom does not exist without that history. Fans have been pushing hard to cast Doom as a Romani actor for years, especially since the MCU has whitewashed other Romani characters. (Wanda, Pietro, etc) This casting is not a celebration moment, it's fucking heartbreaking that the MCU repeatedly ignores the important and nuanced cultural backstories of characters.
I know I can't change anybody's mind on whether or not you want to be excited about RDJ's return to the MCU. But I do think at the very least you should be mad that the MCU is baiting us all and destroying nuanced and interesting characters for the sake of self-referential easter eggs and nostalgia bait. Because that's what it is. Feel how you'd like to feel about RDJ's return, but personally, this is soul-sucking. I had such a deep love for the MCU as a teenager, it was obviously something incredibly formative to me, especially Tony Stark. This isn't recreating what I fell in love with the MCU for. This is turning a well-planned and artistic storyline of adaptations into cheap cash grabs and fan service. Because, I think we're past the point of being able to call the MCU an adaptation of anything. They can use existing characters' names and powers, but to say they're being properly adapted is laughable.
This is not an adaptation of Doctor Doom. This is RDJ the Electric Boogaloo because Marvel's fear of losing the interest of dedicated MCU fans overrides their willingness to tell stories that are genuine to the characters. I don't know what there is to be excited about that. The MCU has lost its authenticity and aside from a few projects, feels heartless. Every movie is a copy of a copy. This announcement isn't something celebratory, it feels like a death knell of a cinematic universe that's so desperate to cling to relevancy it's resorting to nostalgia for a character/actor who hasn't even been dead for a decade. We're not getting anything new, we're just rinsing and repeating the same song and dance.
I get it. I love Tony Stark, his death destroyed me and I to this day, rue the ending he got in Endgame. It misunderstood his arc and it robbed him of a satisfying conclusion. But the solution to that isn't dragging the corpse out of the grave five years later to whitewash an existing character with rich and interesting nuance, just to forcibly tie his existence in the MCU to Tony. Whether he is a variant or not. Why would you want someone else's fave's legacy to be destroyed simply so your fave's legacy can go on? Hell, if we were really all so hellbent on the return of RDJ and/or Tony to the MCU, we have the multiverse for a reason. There were other ways to do it that didn't whitewash and ruin someone else. This just. Isn't something to be happy about.
#... we will not be addressing that i'm a dead blog#no one say a WORD about my inactivity for 4 years this isn't about that /lh#also if anyone tries to get smart about âromani isn't a raceâ i don't care and you can shut up.#it's an ethnic and cultural identity. and it should be portrayed correctly.#ESPECIALLY for a character like *victor von doom* of all people. like it is fundamental to him.#i would've included panels of the comics mentioned but most of them use the g-slur and i don't wish to encourage that here#like listen i don't think you need to be a comics fan to be an mcu fan. they're so divorced from each other atp#nor do i think the mcu owes complete comic accuracy. but i do think you should at *least* care when characters are whitewashed.#look. i really don't want this to be a debate on if rdj's return is good or not#i've been frankly baffled at how many old mutuals are excited but. whatever if you want him back i get it.#but it shouldn't be like this. not at the expense of a different character.#this whole thing made me realize i'm *far* more jaded and turned off to the mcu than most of you guys are.#which is fair you can still be an mcu fan. if it brings you joy i'm so happy for you#but how does this like. bring joy i don't get it.#this is soulless. it's uninspired. it's done purely for shock value.#i occasionally get asks to this blog about why i left and asking me to come back#and i get it. i *want* to come back.#but i don't *care* about the mcu anymore. this is not the franchise i fell in love with.#i don't recognize what once meant everything to me.#winteriron will always hold a special place in my heart (as will tony stark)#but like. i just don't have love for it. and it sucks that this bullshit from marvel actively kills the love i had.#this sours tony stark to me. i'm sorry but it does. because was it really worth this? is this what his legacy has become?#this does cheapen his legacy btw. like without question. it turns him into a cheap cameo reference. heart of the mcu my ass.#my fandom circles have *massively* changed#i'm now entirely surrounded by comics fans bc my primary fandom is dc comics. that's what i'm up to these days#and the difference was actually baffling to me. everyone i follow now is *pissed* about this. comics twitter is so mad.#and then i see ppl on here excited and i'm just genuinely surprised this is something you want. i don't get it.#i don't say that to be rude. i just don't get it. how is *this* actually something people *want*.#do i still care about marvel? eh.#i like winter soldier comics and i could give a comprehensive rec list. and i read some other characters i deeply enjoy.
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Final Fantasy VII: Machinabridged Episode 5 Review
Originally posted on October 22nd, 2015
Cloud prepares to dress as a woman, and nobody seems to mind.
If youâve been following my blog for a while, it is likely that youâll recall that in my review of Dragonball Z: Abridged Episode 15, I criticized Team Four Star for their handling of a character meant to represent trans and masculine women, who after having her gender revealed was subject to many demeaning jokes that sent the message of the inadequacy of women who donât conform to traditional expectations of femininity (a critique that I still hold to).
And then, you might recall that KaiserNeko, one of the lead writers and editors for DBZA, reblogged my review of that episode, apologizing and explaining that they had mishandled the representation of women like Dodoria unintentionally, and their focus was solely on keeping the situation in character.
I bring this up now because Final Fantasy VII: Machinabridged Episode 5 does an excellent job at showing just how much Team Four Star has grown as writers since the release of DBZA Episode 15, wiping away any concerns I had about how they would handle this part of the story.
See, Final Fantasy VII contains, as an incredibly important part of its plot, a sequence where Cloud must cross-dress and pose as a woman in order to rescue Tifa, and I was worried that the over-the-top caricatures present throughout most of this series would carry over into their handling of the cross-dressing sequence, which could easily lead to harmful jokes at the expense of trans and gender-nonconforming people.
Takahata101 nails it from the very beginning though, and this happens in part due to the presence of Aerith, whose unbridled optimism and supportiveness has her leading Cloud gleefully through the transition process, where someone like Tifa or Barrett would have immediately rejected the idea.
Itâs also incredibly meaningful that Cloud is the one to suggest that he cross-dress; while he makes the comment that he could do so off-handedly, it still suggests that posing as the other gender isnât outside of his comfort zone, and the ease with which Aerith convinces him to go for it provides more evidence for this, and it is finally fully proven that Cloud desires this when he justifies cross-dressing in the terms of how much better than Tifa he would look while he saved her.
Itâs also important to note the positive reactions of Giuseppe and the Church of Brodin to Cloudâs desire. Giuseppe has great dresses all around, but as soon as he realizes that it will be Cloudâs first dress, he abandons the rest of his work in order to make the best dress of his life just for him.
Similarly, the Church of Brodin are planning on forcing Cloud into a masculine challenge of strength to obtain a wig, but when they find out that he wants the wig for the sake of (in Aerithâs words) âbecoming a woman,â they give it to him without the contest, claiming that it is not their place to question or challenge his lifestyle choice.
Itâs interesting as well that the wig, which normally might be seen as an object denoting femininity, has been adopted by a church of ripped, masculine dudes as a symbol of their godâs masculinity, which is a fairly clever inversion of expectations.
Finally, when the members of the Church of Brodin give Cloud the wig, and Squaticles says that no one has the right to discriminate against another personâs lifestyle, Cloud says that he feels that context is needed. Now, Iâm just a girl running a film criticism blog and mostly writing about abridged series, but I canât help but wonder if, just perhaps, thatâs a nod to my criticism of DBZA Episode 15. Maybe Iâm being a bit presumptive here, but it would actually be pretty amazing if that were the case, as Iâd have a definitive example of my writing having an effect on the world, and who doesnât want that?
Rating: 5/5
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Stray Observations
I do feel I should add a brief addendum pointing out that crossdressing and being a trans or masculine woman are not the same, but the handling of gender non-conformity in this episode is still excellent.
Cloud: âAerith, it would appear to me that Tifa has been kidnapped by a Mafia leader with the intention to give her the sex.â Aerith: âOh no, she canât do that âtil sheâs married!â
âAm I, the owner of my own store, sure that I have anything else besides drugs? Noooo, Iâm pretty sure.â
#ffviima#final fantasy vii machinabridged#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#ff7#ff7ma#final fantasy 7 machinabridged#film criticism#ffviima ep05#lol okay jacqueline sure#your review of dbza ep15#made takahata101 write cloud's cross-dressing more respectfully#not a chance#anyway this review is pretty solid otherwise!#also it's so fucking funny to me that i wrote both this and my review of episode 15 before i was fully out#(i was out to a few friends but was staying closeted most everywhere else)#(including this blog nobody i knew but my friends read)#anyway the last thing i need to say is that cloud is a trans woman#she just hasn't realized it yet#and ff7ma follows that just as much as the original game and the remake do
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How to Make Your Writing Less Stiff Part 3
Crazy how one impulsive post has quickly outshined every other post I have made on this blog. Anyway hereâs more to consider. Once again, I am recirculating tried-and-true writing advice that shouldnât have to compromise your author voice and isnât always applicable when the narrative demands otherwise.
Part 1
Part 2
1. Eliminating to-be verbs (passive voice)
Am/is/are/was/were are another type of filler that doesnât add anything to your sentences.
There were fireworks in the sky tonight. /// Fireworks glittered in the sky tonight.
My cat was chirping at the lights on the ceiling. /// My cat chirped at the lights on the ceiling.
She was standing /// She stood
He was running /// He ran
Also applicable in present tense, of which Iâve been stuck writing lately.
There are two fish-net goals on either end of the improvised field. /// Two fish-net goals mark either end of the improvised field.
For once, itâs a cloudless night. /// For once, the stars shine clear.
Sometimes the sentence needs a little finagling to remove the bad verb and sometimes you can let a couple remain if it sounds better with the cadence or syntax. Generally, theyâre not necessary and you wonât realize how strange it looks until you go back and delete them (it also helps shave off your word count).
Sometimes the to-be verb is necessary. You're writing in past-tense and must convey that.
He was running out of time does not have the same meaning as He ran out of time, and are not interchangeable. You'd have to change the entire sentence to something probably a lot wordier to escape the 'was'. To-be verbs are not the end of the world.
2. Putting character descriptors in the wrong place
I made a post already about motivated exposition, specifically about character descriptions and the mirror trope, saying character details in the wrong place can look odd and screw with the flow of the paragraph, especially if you throw in too many.
She ties her long, curly, brown tresses up in a messy bun. /// She ties her curls up in a messy brown bun. (bonus alliteration too)
Generally, I see this most often with hair, a terrible rule of threes. Eyes less so, but eyes have their own issue. Eye color gets repeated at an exhausting frequency. Whatever you have in your manuscript, you could probably delete 30-40% of the reminders that the love interest has baby blues and readers would be happy, especially if you use the same metaphor over and over again, like gemstones.
He rolled his bright, emerald eyes. /// He rolled his eyes, a vibrant green in the lamplight.
To me, one reads like you want to get the character description out as fast as possible, so the hand of the author comes in to wave and stop the story to give you the details. Fixing it, my way or another way, stands out less as exposition, which is what character descriptions boil down toâsomething the audience needs to know to appreciate and/or understand the story.
3. Lacking flow between sentences
Much like sentences that are all about the same length with little variety in syntax, sentences that follow each other like a grocery list or instruction manual instead of a proper narrative are difficult to find gripping.
Jack gets out a stock pot from the cupboard. He fills it with the tap and sets it on the stove. Then, he grabs russet potatoes and butter from the fridge. He leaves the butter out to soften, and sets the pot to boil. He then adds salt to the water.
From the cupboard, Jack drags a hefty stockpot. He fills it with the tap, adds salt to taste, and sets it on the stove.
Russet potatoes or yukon gold? Jack drums his fingers on the fridge door in thought. Russetâthatâs what the recipe calls for. He tosses the bag on the counter and the butter beside it to soften.
This is just one version of a possible edit to the first paragraph, not the end-all, be-all perfect reconstruction. Itâs not just about having transitions, like âthenâ, itâs about how one sentence flows into the next, and you can accomplish better flow in many different ways.
4. Getting too specific with movement.
I donât see this super often, but when it happens, it tends to be pretty bad. I think it happens because writers feel the need to overcompensate and over-clarify on whatâs happening. Remember: The more specific you get, the more your readers are going to wonder whatâs so important about these details. This is fiction, so every detail matters.
A ridiculous example:
Jack walks over to his closet. He kneels down at the shoe rack and tugs his running shoes free. He walks back to his desk chair, sits down, and ties the laces.
Unless tying his shoes is a monumental achievement for this character, all readers would need is:
Jack shoves on his running shoes.
*quick note: Do not add "down" after the following: Kneels, stoops, crouches, squats. The "down" is already implied in the verb.
This also happens with multiple movements in succession.
Beth enters the room and steps on her shoelace, nearly causing her to trip. She kneels and ties her shoes. She stands upright and keeps moving.
Or
Beth walks in and nearly trips over her shoelace. She sighs, reties it, and keeps moving.
Even then, unless Beth is a chronically clumsy character or this near-trip is a side effect of her being late or tired (i.e. meaningful), tripping over a shoelace is kind of boring if it does nothing for her character. Miles Moralesâ untied shoelaces are thematically part of his story.
Sometimes, over-describing a characterâs movement is meant to show how nervous they areâoverthinking everything theyâre doing, second-guessing themselves ad nauseam. Or theyâre autistic coded and this is how this character normally thinks as deeply methodical. Or, youâre trying to emphasize some mundanity about their life and doing it on purpose.
If youâre not writing something where the extra details service the character or the story at large, consider trimming it.
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These are *suggestions* and writing is highly subjective. Hope this helps!
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Bucky who starts a purely platonic physical touch giving friendship with reader⌠until it turns into more
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It starts off so innocently. Bucky just sat really close to you one day and noticed how the touch of your shoulder on his made him tingly all over.
The same happened when your hand brushed his, or you passed close by, and he caught a whiff of your hair - something that reminds him of the feeling he now seeks out when youâre around.
Itâs no secret that either of you have been single a long time with basically no prospects for a future relationship, so no one questions when you and him suddenly hang out more.
He invites you over when you ask him if he was okay, and he realized that his day was in fact crappy and that if you offered to talk to him, heâd tell you all about it.
And when you sit on the sofa listening to Bucky talk, your hand instinctively found his and before Bucky knew it, his head was pressed into your shoulder, your nails raking over his scalp releasing a feeling within him, he can only describe as heavenly.
He loves it when you comfort him, and he loves comforting you, somehow knowing that you need this part of your friendship just as much as he does.
So it becomes a regular thing: when the rest of the team returns home to their spouses after a tiring mission, you and Bucky retreat to either one of your apartments under the pretense of not wanting to be alone.
Of course, neither of you planned for it to become so touchy and intimate... no, that would be insane, right?
Itâs a normal afternoon for the two of you, hanging out at your place, a movie playing on TV, Buckyâs head buried in your chest as he lays half on top of you and you with your back against the sofa. Your hand rakes over his hair as his are halfway tugged beneath your body, seeking all the warmth he can get.
The physical touch aspect of your relationship has somehow crossed the lines between friends, but neither of you care. It feels too good to be held and protected to stop.
Bucky hasn't felt the caring touch of a partner in decades and you... well, let's just say that all men before Bucky didn't feel the need to express their love through aftercare - not that Bucky is in any way shape or form about to give said aftercare... no, you are just friends. Just. Friends.
Friends who frequently hide their hands in the other's jacket when the cold catches up to them.
Friends who bury their faces in each other's chest and lap like it is the most normal thing a person can do to another.
Friends who somehow always wonder if the other feels that spark ignite whenever they hold each other close.
Bucky feels the sensation when he's practically caging you beneath his upper body of the sofa. He lifts his head as he usually does to see if maybe this time he could magically hear your thoughts.
"What's up?"
He shakes his head. "I just really enjoy this." he mumbles and blushes, and your hand suddenly stops its path along his scalp.
"Me too." you smile and look into his eyes.
normally he'd put his head back, and you'd resume watching the movie, but something is different today.
maybe it's the way his hair looks perfectly tousled by your constant motions, or maybe it's the way he slowly blinks at you like a very comfortable pet.
but you finally find the courage to kiss him.
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on my mind || l.c (m)
The handsome stranger at the pool gives you an experience you won't forget.
đŚ Pairing: idol!Chan (Dino) x stranger!Reader (f) đŚ Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); smut (!!!), fluff, some angst; idol au, strangers to lovers au đŚ Warnings: Pet names (baby, pretty girl, beautiful), public/pool sex (bc of those pictures), unprotected sex (be safe!), no prep (be safe again!), bigDick!Chan, breast play, lowkey sad ending đŚ Word Count: 3.4k đŚ Authorâs Note: Oh Lee Chan... How dare you do this to me đŠ (and ty @okiedokrie for beta'ing!!! đĽ°)
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âYou know youâve been staring for the past thirty minutes, right?â
Your gaze snaps up from your book. The handsome stranger stares down at you, water droplets dripping from his hair and down his sculpted body. You force your eyes to stay on his, but all you want to do is follow the water south.
You had hoped to be more discreet earlier, but supposedly you failed.
âS-Sorry, I thought you were someone I knew,â you lie.
The manâs lips tilt in a knowing smirk. His expression fans the heat in your belly.
âAm I?â he questions.
âNo,â you reply and avert your focus on your book again. âSorry.â
You expect him to leave, but he still blocks the sun from your view. When you realize heâs not moving, you look up again.
He beams a charming smile.
âWhat brings you here?â he asks.
You rest your book on your lap, keeping a finger between the pages as a bookmark.
âPaid for the pool, might as well use it,â you chuckle.
He laughs and glances back at the water. âYouâre not really using it, though.â
You bite your lip. You were going to, but seeing the stranger and his friends play in it, made you want to watch rather than join. However, his friends had just left and now it was only you two.
âI used it earlier,â you lie again.
He cocks his head to the side. âDo you always lie to strangers?â
âWhat?â Your eyes widen; your heart races.
âAm I making you uncomfortable?â he asks, abruptly switching topics. His pretty smile falters as if realizing his friendliness has taken a turn.
You sit up and shake your head. âNo! Youâre not. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât be,â he says and looks away for the first time. He glides a hand over his hair. The muscles in his arms bulge at the motion, and you force your thoughts to stay PG.
âI should head inside. It was nice meeting you,â he says, barely making eye contact.
You place your book down and rise to your feet. You tentatively reach out and brush your fingertips against his forearm to stop him from leaving.
He turns to you fully again.
âIâm Yn,â you introduce, hoping that will make him stay.
He gives you a tiny smile, answering sheepishly. âChan.â
Is he shy now? You almost giggle at his change in attitude.
âWhat brings you here?â you reuse his question.
âWork,â he replies.
You glance around at the upscale hotel. âMust be a nice job.â
âIt is,â he says.
Sensing he still feels nervous, you glance at the pool. âJoin me for a swim?â
His brown eyes grow. For a second you think heâll decline, but he nods and walks to the stairs. He takes the steps carefully and when heâs at the bottom, he holds out a hand.
You donât need his guidance, but you accept his offerâif only to feel his strong hand around yours.
You let out a small gasp at the cold water. He chuckles as he watches you tense up.
He steps toward you and runs his hands over your arms carefully, not wanting to overstep a boundary. However, he must feel how you feel. Thereâs something between you two that makes you want to skip a few imaginary steps from strangers to friendship to maybe something more.
Your lips pull in a smile as he warms you.
âThanks,â you murmur.
He nods then slowly steps away. He looks around; his sight snags on a volleyball floating at the other end.
âWant to play?â he asks, gesturing to the ball.
âOkay,â you reply. Hopefully doing so will alleviate some of the timidness.
Chan swims to retrieve it. As he does so, you sink into the water to get used to the temperature. You take the moment to admire Chanâs back muscles. They ripple with every movement he makes, and you wonder how theyâd feel under your hands.
When he turns and catches you staring, he smiles. You glance away, embarrassed at having been caught.
âI kinda liked having your eyes on me,â he says playfully when he nears.
You tuck your chin down and fidget under the water.
He chuckles and taps a finger under your chin to get your attention.
âReady to play?â he questions.
Eager to change the topic, you nod and stand.
Chanâs gaze follows the water rolling down your body. Youâre glad to see he feels the same way for you.
You reach out to grab the ball and Chan snaps his eyes up, only now realizing he was staring. Itâs his turn to look embarrassed.
Granting him the same courtesy, you let the moment go.
âFirst to ten wins?â you ask.
Chan swallows the lump in his throat and nods.
You take a few steps back before you toss the ball in the air. With your hands clasped, you hit it with your forearms, sending it in his direction.
Chan mimics your pose and bumps it back to you; however, it falls short and you miss it.
âFirst point goes to me,â Chan smiles. He pushes the water to make the ball float to you.
âIsnât it your turn?â you wonder and grab the ball.
He shrugs as if to say it doesnât matter. You nod and toss it in the air before you hit it.
You and Chan play until itâs four to two.
Chan eyes the ball in the air and then hits it with his hand.
You move to the side and hit the ball, though, it goes more up than out.
Chan rushes to it. He reaches out to volley it back but slips on the poolâs tiles. You donât have enough time to react as his body collides with yours and slams you both under the water.
He scrambles to stand and lifts you by your sides to surface you.
You inhale a breath as soon as you can.
âIâm so sorry!â he exclaims, holding you tight in case you might fall back under.
A mixture of laughter and gasping comes from you. Itâs probably not a pretty sound, but Chan smiles anyway. The worry etched on his face slowly fades.
âDoes this mean I won?â you ask between giggles.
Chan laughs and nods. His wet hair sticks to his forehead and his torso shines under the sunlight. Heâs beaming that handsome smile, the one that reads happiness and confidence. You really like his smile.
âOnly because Iâm disqualified for body slamming you,â he replies.
You shrug as if it doesn't matter. âIt was fun.â
Chan raises his brows. âBeing body-slammed?â
Another shrug. âIt didnât hurt.â
âIâm glad,â Chan says.
âSo, what do I win?â you ask playfully.
Itâs not until Chan squeezes your waist that you remember heâs still holding onto you. However, you donât pull away. His touch feels nice.
âWhat do you want?â he questions in return.
You take the tiniest step forward.
âSomething unforgettable.â
Chanâs eyes flicker to your lips.
âI can do that,â he whispers confidently. Then not even a second later, his lips are on yours.
Your mouths move in a heated kiss, tongues already sliding against each other. Youâre quick to meet the other halfway to connect your bodies. Your soft breasts push against his hard chest.
Chanâs hands glide up and down your sides, thumbs brushing the side of your breasts. Meanwhile, your arms wrap around his neck, a hand caressing the back of his head to keep him close to you.
Needing to feel him more, you grab one of his hands and place it on one of your breasts.
Chan moans into the kiss and automatically squeezes them. He slips his hand beneath your swim top to feel you directly.
You pull from the kiss with a gasp and a moan.
Chan takes the opportunity to slide your top up, gathering it under your arms. He marvels at your exposed chest and cups your breasts in his strong hands. He pushes them up, rolling the flesh in his palms before pinching your nipples.
You mewl at the pleasurable pain, which causes Chan to smirk. He alternates between massaging your breasts and twisting your nipples between his fingers. You can feel how much he wants you against your body. It makes you eager to feel him inside you.
You grab his hands and gently pull them off. He frowns but doesnât say anything. After giving him a reassuring smile, you lean forward to peck his lips.
Your kisses trail south, along his jawline, down the column of his neck, and in between the valley of his pecks. You take a detour to flick your tongue against one of his nipples, eliciting a small moan from Chan.
Your tongue plays with it before moving to the other and repeating your actions before continuing downward.
Chan watches attentively as you trace his defined muscles with your tongue. You ignore the slight chlorine taste as you lick his abs, tongue dipping in the divots of his body. Youâd be ashamed of yourself if you werenât so aroused.
Though, Chan doesnât seem bothered at all as he stares down with darkened eyes and an open mouth. You kiss just above his swim trunks, a grin taking over your mouth.
âShit, come here, pretty girl,â he mutters and pulls you up.
The disappointment of almost sucking his cock evaporates as soon as he kisses you roughly. He leads you both to the shallower part of the pool.
When he comes up for air, he takes a quick glance around. The area is empty.
He reaches out to grab a flat inflatable lounger that floats by.
âGet on,â he instructs softly and holds it in place.
You carefully ascend the floatie. Thankfully, the trees in the area block the sun from your eyes when you lay.
âMove down more,â he says, still holding it tight so it doesnât flip from under you. âWrap your legs around me.â
You scoot lower until your ass is toward the bottom of the lounger, legs around Chanâs waist to keep steady. You suck in a breath when his hard cock brushes your clothed center.
âYou ever done this before?â you wonder, taking in your position. The height of the water makes the floatie align perfectly with his pelvis.
He chuckles. âNope, so if this goes horribly wrong, I apologize in advance.â
You laugh. âI forgive you in advance.â
Chan grins and moves one hand to circle your clit while the other gropes your breasts. Your body jerks at his touch. The fast motions against your clit combined with the rough squeezes of your breasts heighten your arousal.
âI need to feel you, Chan,â you whimper.
âYou are feeling me,â he teases, hands moving a little rougher to indicate what heâs referring to.
You whine pathetically as you buck your hips. âInside me.â
Chanâs movements slow down.
âOkay, let me,â he begins to say as he trails a hand lower to your core.
You shake your head, grabbing his hand. You know he means to prep you, but youâre too eager.
âJust want your cock,â you beg. âPlease.â
A smirk forms on his lips. He slowly takes his hands off your body, and you pull him closer with your legs, thinking heâs about to leave you.
âEasy there, beautiful,â he says and rubs your thighs comfortingly. âIâm not going anywhere.â
Once his words register, you nod sheepishly and ease your grip around him. Smiling, he tugs his swim trunks down enough to free his cock. Your pussy gets wetter at the sight of him.
âLet me know if you want me to stop, okay?â he asks and pulls your swim bottoms to the side. His focus flickers between your eyes and your dripping core.
âOkay,â you answer, eager for him to fill you.
Chan carefully inches closer and then gathers some of your arousal with his tip. You hold your breath in anticipation.
When Chanâs tip finally slips inside, your mouth falls open with a gasp.
âFuck,â he mutters, sliding in gradually. Youâre so tight around him.
âOpen up for me, baby,â he coos and starts to rub your clit again. âLet me fill this pussy all the way.â
Your hands clutch the sides of the inflatable lounger. His girth stretches you in a way you havenât experienced before. You focus on the circular motions against your clit, easing your body and letting Chan enter you easier.
âThere you go, pretty girl,â he praises, pushing in the last of his cock.
âSo big,â you mumble. You shift slightly and moan at the sensation. Chanâs circles on your bud falter.
âAnd youâre taking me so well,â he says with a smile.
He stays sheathed inside you for a minute. Your hips buck every so often from him stimulating your clit. Each movement makes you whine or moan from feeling Chanâs cock rub against your walls.
âCan I move?â he questions; thereâs no pressure in his voice.
You nod.
Chan rearranges his hands to hook under your thighs. His palms the top of your thighs to ease any nerves you may have. Though, youâre not nervous at all. You may have just met Chan, but you know heâll never hurt you. Heâs been attentive to your needs and your comfort since he first spoke to you.
Slowly, Chan glides out halfway. The drag of his cock feels heavenly.
Then, he pushes back in.
He does this motion slowly, making sure you get used to the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls.
âFaster, C-Chan,â you say. Every glide feds the fire in your belly. Whatever pain or discomfort you were feeling has disappeared. In its place is a lust that needs to be quenched.
âYou sure?â he asks.
You nod. âFuck me.â
Chan curses under his breath. His grip on your thighs tightens and his pace gradually picks up.
Before you know it, heâs pounding inside. He uses your legs as leverage, eyes hooded with hunger. Occasionally, his gaze moves up to watch your tits bounce with each slam of his body. The water laps around you both; some of it sloshes over the sides of the pool. The sounds of the water splashing and his skin hitting yours make everything feel sexier. Youâre sure this looks like a scene from a porno, but that fact just turns you on more.
âTry to be quieter,â Chan says after a string of loud moans comes from you.
His suggestion barely registers in your mind. âIâll trâoh fuck.â
Chan chuckles and slows down. He trails a hand up your body to caress your face. His thumb glides along your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it snap back in place.
When he goes to do it again, you open your mouth wider and suck his thumb into your mouth.
âFucking hell,â he groans, sight locked on your puckered lips.
Chan moves his other hand to grip your hip. He begins to transition from powerful thrusts to sensual glides. He rolls his hips expertly against yours. Although theyâre not fast motions, the slow slides in and out have your eyes rolling back. You hadnât expected him to know how to move like this, but itâs obvious heâs skilled. You briefly wonder where the skill stems from. Has he had lots of practice having sex, or did he move his body in other ways a lot? His smooth motions remind you of a talented dancer.
âYou feel so good,â he rasps and pulls his thumb from your mouth. He wipes your salvia along your lips, making them shine.
âYou gonna cum for me, baby?â he asks, increasing his speed.
You nod, a choked cry escaping you when Chan connects his thumb to your clit again. He rubs it harshly while rocking into your cunt.
You bite your lip, trying to keep quiet, but itâs difficult when Chanâs fucking you so well.
Your legs tighten around Chan as the fire grows. It builds and builds until itâs too much to bear. Your walls flutter around his cock and before you can warn Chan, youâre cumming hard.
Chan continues to circle your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm. He only removes his hand when you squirm from his bruising touch.
âThink you can hold out a little longer, pretty girl?â he asks.
In a haze, you nod.
Chan unwraps your legs, hooking his arms under your knees and lifting you ever so slightly. The new angle lets him go a little deeper.
You clutch the floatie and hope you donât pop the damn thing.
Chanâs hips snap into you fast and hard, driving you absolutely wild. More moans spill from his mouth as he nears his climax. You think he sounds so pretty, but you donât stay on the thought for long. Itâs hard to focus.
âOh fuck,â he groans and pulls out quickly. He pumps his cock, abs clenching with furrowed brows.
Soon, your tummy is covered in white. Chanâs head rolls back as he releases his load over your body. You and Chan stay still, panting and coming down from your highs together.
Chan takes in a long inhale and finally looks down. His eyes scan the mess he made on you and your fucked-out expression.
He laughs softly. He tucks himself back in his swim trunks then reaches out to fix both pieces of your swimsuit. Afterwards, his hands swipe at the cum, gently cleaning off your body.
Chan leans down to wrap his arms around you. He carefully lifts you off the floatie and onto the pool floor. He keeps his arms in place as he stares with a big smile.
âHowâs that for unforgettable?â he asks.
You lean into him, hands massaging his shoulders and neck. You feel dazed and overjoyed.
âI fear you may haunt my dreams,â you reply teasingly.
âHaunt?â He chuckles. âWouldnât I be blessing them instead?â
You laugh, shrugging. âDepends on if I can see you again.â
Chanâs smile suddenly turns into a sad one.
âI donât know,â he replies.
âI canât get your number?â you ask, heart filling with lead and weighing it down. You just met the man but the thought of never seeing him again cracks your heart.
He rubs his lips together in thought. Though before he replies, the sound of an opening door interrupts the conversation.
Two men peek their heads out. From your position, Chanâs back faces them.
âThere you are,â one of them says. His smile is as bright as the sun.
Chan twists in your arms to see who it is. He must recognize the men. The aforementioned people drift their gaze to you. You can tell they want to tease Chan, but they donât. Theyâre probably saving it for later.
âDo we have a schedule?â Chan asks.
âNo,â the other with glasses says. âWe just thought you were coming back with us, but no oneâs seen you.â
âIâll be there in a bit,â Chan replies.
âDonât stay out too long,â the first says, a teasing lilt in his voice. âWe have an early flight tomorrow.â
âYeah, I know,â Chan says.
The men give you both a knowing smile, then leave the area.
Chan exhales a deep breath and slips from your hold. He takes your hand, leading you out of the water.
âYouâre leaving tomorrow?â you ask, trying to hide your disappointment. You do a poor job.
Chan sighs and grabs the towel you had. He wraps it around your body and rubs your hands that hold onto the material.
âMaybe Iâll see you before I go?â he says, but youâre unsure if itâs a wish or a question.
âMaybe,â you say.
Chan cycles through his thoughts before speaking.
âI had a nice time, Yn. I wonât forget you.â
Your heart churns as if youâre going through a breakup. Your eyes quickly dance across his face, attempting to memorize every detail. You get the sense heâs doing the same.
âMe tooâ is all you say. You also had a nice time, and you definitely wonât forget this man. Not only because of the mind-blowing sex but also because he seems like a person youâd want in your life.
Chan leans in and kisses you. Unlike before, this one is slower. He takes his time moving his lips and gliding his tongue. Thereâs passion behind his movements that makes you crave to be more than strangers. This man oozes love, and you wish you could receive it wholeheartedly.
Maybe things wouldnât have worked out, but something in your gut says even if you were to be loved by him for only a little while, it wouldâve been worth it.
Chan wouldâve shown you how it would feel to be truly adored.
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you are in love! âĽď¸
synopsis : various best friend!characters realizing they like you a lil more when they should [including bonten!sanzu, draken, senju, izana, aiura, saiki, satan, leon kennedy, and tamaki suoh.]
no pronouns used / gender neutral ; [name] used in place of y/n ; reader makes filipino food in izanas, im not from the philippines so pls donât expect it to b accurate ; friends w benefits situation in satans ; reader dresses as sophie in tamakis but w pants and a shirt instead of a dress
song inspo ; you are in love by taylor swiftÂ
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SANZU âĽď¸
âbig, scary bonten man,â you mumble to yourself. sanzu peaks at you over his shoulder as he cleans his gun, eyes narrowing at your tone. ânever mean around me though, hm?â
he pauses, head tilting and pink hair following with it. you scoot further up the bed, laying against his pillows as he thinks. âiâm nice to mikey.â
ââŚthatâs your boss.â
sanzu makes a show of rolling his eyes as he clicks his gun back together, satisfied with its new shine. âdo you want me to be mean to you or somethinâ?â
âwhy not?â you speak with a grin. the edge of the bed lifts as he stands, putting all his weapons away. sanzu pauses at your words, scrunching his nose in confusion. âdefinitely donât look so mean ând scary.â
huffing, he settles back on the bed, still sitting on the edge but a little closer this time. âi kill people, [name]. thatâs pretty scary.â
you shrug, sitting up. your feet knock against his knees at the movement. âcâmon, haru,â you tilt your head back so that your neck is fully accessible, âdo your worst.â
the room stills and youâre afraid youâve pushed too far â afraid he might actually take you up on the offer. but something soft is pressed to the left side of your neck within the next second, lifting and latching onto different spots.
you gulp, feeling his responding grin against the middle of your throat.
the right side is given attention now, multiple kisses being scattered randomly. sanzu lifts his lips once more and places them on the base of your neck, his tongue and teeth making an appearanceâ
âow, fucker!â you pull away from his touch with a scowl, your hand covering the new bite mark youâve been gifted with. haru is grinning widely, teeth flashing in the light â youâre surprised you donât see blood hanging on them. âdidnât have to bite me, haru.â
he shrugs, âwasnât even my worst.â
you eye him, slowly dropping your hand from your sore and pulsating neck. âi feel sorry for your one night stands, then.â
sanzu hums, his right hand sliding closer to your hip and his body following until youâre face to face. it makes your cheeks heat ; makes you focus on the movement of his lips as he grins. âthey wonât matter much anymore, anyways. have someone new iâm seeing.â
âoh yeah?â
âyeah,â his lips brush against your neck once more. sanzu tugs at your waist, bringing you closer to him as his voice softens into a whisper and settles against your ear. âif youâll have me.â
DRAKEN âĽď¸
a towel is handed to you, followed by a hoodie you know isnât yours. drakenâs cheeks flush, âin case you get cold.â
with an awkward wave, he leaves you alone. the shower you take is needed, warming you up and calming you down at the same time. no matter how long youâd known him, it was still the first time youâd be with draken all night.
the rainstorm appeared suddenly and disappeared as abruptly. itâd drenched you just as you and draken left the cafe you met at. his place was closer, heâd said, and he asked so quietly for you not to say anything.Â
it was weird until you got to his place â a brothel.
âalright in there, cutie?â youâd just stepped out of the shower when the voice followed you through the walls. âken asked me to check on you.â
they were sweet, the women that surrounded draken. they made sure you werenât hungry ; didnât need any refreshments or anything as they led you to drakenâs room. âhave a nice night!â they leave with a giggle.
draken eyes the smile youâre wearing as you tug his hoodie comfortably around your neck. âsomethinâ happen?â
âtheyâre nice,â is all you say in response. his cheeks heat up once more as he turns away from you, body stiffening. âare you ready for bed?â
âohââ he clears his throat and shuffles where he stands. âyou can take the bed. iâll have the floor.â
you shake your head, pulling the blanket back and patting the bed. âi donât mind sharing. right or left side?â
thatâs how you end up face to face with draken, staring absently into the dark as your combined body heat warms the comforter. you can feel and hear him let out a sigh, âyou okay? all comfy?â
âyeah,â your voice is embarrassingly breathy. he lets out another huff before an arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest. âohâ thatââs better, actually.â
draken lets out a laugh, âmâglad. goodnight, [name].âÂ
SENJU âĽď¸
âon the count of three!â senju jumps out of the dressing room adjacent to yours. she pauses, wobbling where she stands before straightening up. her head tilts, âitâs... something, alright!â
you pause, âyou hate it.â
â...a little.â senju struts off, grabbing two of everything that catches her eye. she looks over the cloth sheâs picked out, nodding in approval. âhere,â she stuffs the fabric into your arms, âtry this instead.â
you take a bit to figure out what sheâd even brought to you â figuring which was the top and which the bottom â struggling to squeeze yourself in. once situated and comfortable, you gaze into the mirror.
itâs cute, watch senju told you to wear. the color is nice and balances your skin out, brightening it and making it glow. the bottoms fit your legs nicely, shaping and enlongating them. you hum in satisfaction, peeking out of the dressing room to see if senjuâs done.
â[name]! let me see your outfit!â senju spots you right away. she gestures for you to join her enthusiastically. you open the door fully, scooting out until youâre face to face with her.
you hold out your arms nonchalantly, âta-da.â
her eyes widen, mouth falling open ever so slightly. snapping it closed, she gulps, looking away before her cheeks turned color. you tilt your head, âsenju?â
âyeah,â her voice cracks. the outfit sheâs wearing is the same as yours â a matching moment, she went with. senju giggles nervously, âyeah. you look... pretty.â
prettier than sheâd ever tell you.
IZANA âĽď¸
the smell of lumpia and fried chicken coats the room around you. ran had just rinsed the rice, moving to mix together the rice noodles and shrimp for the palabok. kakucho is to his left, slicing boiled eggs so they could go on top.
you let out a sigh, nodding your head at the impressive menu youâd whiped together. filipino food was a little out of your comfort zone, an unkown taste to you. however, today was an important day â a special one. the oven dings, indicating the cake youâd made was finished.Â
fresh out of the oven, the simplistic chocolate cake looks and smells delicious. you slap your hands together, âjusâ needs to cool down and weâre ready to go!â
the front door opens suddenly, rindouâs voice calling out a warning as he enters. shion is right behind him, pink-faced and sheepish as izana steps in, hands crossed over his chest. he raises and eyebrow, âwhatâs this?âÂ
âuhââ kakucho adjusts the apron heâs wearing. it matches the one youâre wearing â ran refused one. he looks around, âsurprise?â
ârindou! you were supposed to keep him busy!â
the blond shrugs, âhe got bored.â
you sigh, closing your eyes as the food youâve made is thoroughly examined. izana meets your gaze and raises his eyebrow in question once again. âit was supposed to be a birthday surprise.â
â...itâs filipino food.â
âyeah,â you wring your hands nervously. âyou havenât had it in a while, so i thought iâd try making it.â
izana looks over the food again, stealing a bite here and there as he goes. his eyes close ; his chest expanding with the comfort the familiar dishes bring. when his eyes open, theyâre brighter ; more tender than what youâre used to seeing.Â
your left hand is raised, a kiss being placed on your knuckles as izana pulls you close. âthank you, [name]. this means a lot.â
you grin, âhappy birthday, z.â
AIURA âĽď¸
in the morning, right after she does her makeup and before her uniform is on, aiura looks to her crystal ball for guidance. just a way to know things will be okay ; the day wonât be weird.
through the crystalline sphere, she sees her hand clasped in someone elseâs. giddy, aiura believes this means sheâs found her chosen one. the one made for her ; the one who will love her endlessly.
ââhas to be the one!â sheâs ranting to an unlistening saiki, rambling about her peek into the future. kaidou slips from leaning against her desk at her words. aiura sighs happily, âi canât wait to meet them.â
a faceless classmate interupts the moment. âsome idiots are fighting outside.â
you go to look â aiura canât even remember when you came into the room. you rub your eyes tiredly before they widen dramatically. âthatâs our idiot! arenâs out there!â
people flood outside, pouring out to help their beaten and bruised classmate. aiura is frozen in her seat â how did she not see this? how did a fight just miraculously break out?
a touch breaks her out of her thoughts. youâre holding her hand â frowning and ranting as you lead her outside. aiuraâs face heats â youâre her chosen one? her one and only happiness?Â
she gulps as she looks up to your face. this changes things.Â
SAIKI âĽď¸
the day starts normally. kaidou tells saiki heâd spent the night fighting agianst the dark reunion â he was studying all night. kuboyasu fought the urge to threaten an older boy in the school â just barely. nendou had already asked to eat ramen â theyâd just gotten to school.Â
saiki let out a sigh, eyes staring at the board in front of him. aiura had bought a new perfume that was clouding his nose, his thoughts â everything. she leans her head to the right so that she could meet his gaze. âwhat do you think, saiki?â
sheâs met with silence. the chair behind him creaks as you sit down, a small laugh being let out as you do. aiura pouts your way, â[name], saikiâs ignoring me!â
you tap saikiâs shoulder lightly, just a brush of a touch, before turning to the blond. âdonât take it personal, aiura. you can just ask me what you want.â
âan angel,â she beams at you. aiura turns to face you fully, scrunching her nose at saiki as she goes. âi got some new perfume and nail polish recently,â she flashes her fingers at you. âcute, right?âÂ
you lean in closer, chin barely brushing against saikiâs shoulder as you go. you let out a small oooh! at the sigh of her glitzed up nails. âsuper cute, actually!â
she squints, leaning in a little closer as she does. âyouâre wearing a new eyeshadow, arenât you?â
âi am!â you close your eyes completely, relaxing your face so she can see the color. âlike it?â
âlooks... familiar for some reason.â
saiki peers at you sneakily from over his shoulder, only looking at you from the corner of his eye. he whips his head around before anyone can see. it is familiar â itâs his exact eye color. it takes everything in saiki to not light up in flames at the thought.
SATAN âĽď¸
you had been an acquaintance of satan for months now. heâd come to you when he felt upset ; when the only feeling he could name was rage. when the world was burning and erupting inside of him, boiling and spilling out of his seams. he often took his anger out on you â with your consent, of course. heâs bruise you, scratch you and leave his mark lingering in any way he could.
today, though⌠today was the opposite. there was an emptiness inside of him ; a devoid and barren system that left him feeling nothing.
satan came to you, straggling and stone-faced as he locked his fingers into yours. youâd gotten close during your times together ; he knew every sigh you made and every face you held. you did the same to him ; made him feel comfort and freedom in ways he couldnât around his brothers. thatâs why he usually came to you when any feeling hit â you didnât feel suffocating the way the house of lamentation always did.
âyou okay?â youâre on his lap somehow, thighs sandwiching his own as his fingers dig into your hips. you brush his hair out of his eyes, âsatan?â
he lets out a hum. you jostle slightly, hips meeting his torso â satan letâs out a small groan and letâs his forehead fall to your shoulder. âneed me to help you relax?â
it starts off slow, your kissing. the usual upkeep is messy ; tangled and rushed as your clothes are ripped away and your bodies pressed tightly. this time, satan is careful to turn your head the way he wants it to, his hands on your cheekbones and guiding your head left and right.
youâve just unbuttoned his shirt when you feel it. tears, dripping down your own cheeks. you pause, pulling away and letting your hands lift from his shoulders and settle on his cheeks. you tilt your head, âsatan?â
his fingertips welted into your back, molding themselves onto either side of your spine like a pair of faded wings. satan breathes in, his chest stuttering with the feeling. he sniffs, nose and eyebrows curving in confusion as he pulls further away from you. âwhatâs going on?â
âyouâre crying.â you wipe underneath his eyes gently, frown on your kissed, puffy lips. âwhy are you crying? whatâs wrong?â
âi⌠iâm not sure,â his lower lip trembles. satan falls deeper into your hold, his arms looping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. âfeeling too much.â
his fingers dip underneath your shirt, and pull it up until youâre bare and exposed. satan smiles tenderly and you grin back, your own hands crawling up his exposed chest. âsure youâre okay?â
âgood with you,â itâs murmured against your neck. satan sniffs again before nipping at your throat, opened mouth kisses trailing down to your sternum. âalways good with you.â
LEON S. KENNEDY âĽď¸
the bar youâve found yourself at is starting to get boring. you leave after waving eagerly to your friends, shuffling on the sidewalk as you awkwardly pull your phone from its safe spot. a text from leon catches your eye â a mere thumbs up to the long paragraphs youâd sent his way. you scowl only to realize youâre closer to his apartment than you thought.
he wasnât asleep â he never slept well â but he wasnât fully awake either. hearing a tap on his door was strange, but leon let it be, assuming his neighbors had hit the wall on their way in.
until a long, drawn out whine of his name flew through the room.
swaying in his doorway was you ; eyes half-lided and your shirt falling down your shoulder. you grin his way, âhi, lee!â
â[name]. whyâre you here?â he sounds gruff ; annoyed with the way you seem to always show up at his door. you know he isnât, though, used to the tone his voice holds. leon holds his door open as you stagger inside, âbeen drinkinâ again?â
âmm,â you flop onto his couch, âbirthday party. got bored. remembered you jusâ came home.â
leon quietly places your shoes by the door and grabs a blanket while you yawn. âmissed me then?â
you let out another hum, pulling the blanket heâd given you further up your shoulders. slowly, your eyes peel open and you smile at him softly. âalways miss you when youâre gone, lee. like when youâre home.â
home wasnât something leon remembers. he moved around a lot now, going from city to city for his government affiliated job. home meant the presence of care ; of warmth. leonâs bare, empty apartment held nothing like that. crystal eyes fell to you when you let out a small hiccup, sagging to the right until your head fell on his shoulder.
âmâhome for now, [name].â
TAMAKI âĽď¸
haruhi adjusts the hat youâre wearing, making sure the blue blouse youâre wearing is tucked in properly. you shuffle in your spot nervously, fingers picking at your cuticles as she nods to herself. her eyes meet yours, âyouâll do fine, [name].â
âsays you,â you frown. you stretch the neck of your blouse and clear your throat. âyou guys are used to this stuff.â
haruhi swats your hands away, grabbing them in her own. âyou will do fine. câmon, itâs time to start.â
âwelcome!â
tamaki doesnât have time to speak to you ; doesnât have time to admire the outfit youâre wearing before theyâre greeting guests. his eyes stray to you again and again, his attention on you and not the guests who surround him. you go to every table, dropping off sweet treats and teacups as you go.
ââlly cute.â a girl is saying to him. tamaki blinks back into reality as his shoulder is touched. âright, tamaki?â
âcould you repeat that, princess?â
her cheeks flare a bright pink as she straightens up in her seat. âi said you and [name] match. howl and sophie, right? itâs really cute.â
tamakiâs eyes find you again as you drop slices of cake off at the twinsâ table. they giggle with you, tugging on your hat playfully before you leave. âwe do match, donât we?â
orchid eyes stay focused on you for the rest of the day. even after the clubâs activities are over, and youâre helping clean up â he still stares. you finally look back, placing your hat on a table as you go. âyes, tamaki? youâve been staring.â
âweâre sophie and howl,â his voice is light, faraway as he speaks. âdid you notice?â
âonly after i saw you.â you smile gently, watching kyoya tally up any and every cost. âa nice surprise for us both, i suppose.â
tamaki stares at your reflection in the window in front of him, eyeing the way you portray your chosen characters. his cheeks barely heat, but he still feels like itâs obvious to everyone. haruhi meets his flustered gaze and grins.
âââĽď¸ââ i know nothing abt cooking n even less abt filipino food so i hope izanas was okay </3 hope they were all okay tbh
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Accidental Eavesdropping?
Anon request, "Hey!!! Love your blog and your writing style, itâs amazing and so detailed!!! Can I request Bayverse TMNT Spider-man Au, where the turtles and spider-y/n are in a battle with Bepop and rocksteady. And in the last moments of the battle, spider -y/n saves the turtles but gets unmasked in the process. (They live) If you donât want to do that idea! You can either delete this OR A moment where the turtles start talking about y/n and they donât even realize that theyâre talking TO THEM!!! This was funny to me for some reason lol đ"
A/N: Aw thank you, anon! ;v; I went with the second prompt, btw. Leans towards Raphael x reader, but it's mentioned/hinted that the other turts also got the feels for reader. Any who's, I hope you enjoy! <3
â(s,p) = spider personaâ
~xXx~
You're swinging over traffic, indulging in a rather quiet night despite the sounds of honking vehicles and other night life, when a sudden warm fuzzy feeling beams from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. It's not your spidey sense per say, but something akin to it, all you know is that it's a good sense and you follow it with glee. It doesn't take long before the feeling is buzzing and you see the source of the feeling chilling atop a pizza parlor. Well, more like sources. You let out a small giggle, noticing that the four ninja turtle brothers seem to be in some sort of deep conversation or debate.
"Hey guy's, what's going on?!", you greeted, swinging in next to a steaming Raphael.
"Oh you know, just the daily sibling teasing while we wait for our pizza to be made.", Donnie shrugged, watching as you and Mikey did your secret handshake.
"Yeah? Let me guess. . ."
The eyes of your mask squinted as you pretended to skeptically look at all brothers before looking at the glaring gaze of Raphael next to you.
"Is Raphie suppressing his emotions again?", you chaffed.
Said turtle rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to one side as he growled.
"Great, just what I need. And don't call me that."
"Come on, I'm sure I can help! What's up this time big guy?"
Leo chuckled, gaining your attention while Raphael sent him a warning glare from behind you.
"Raph's got a crush on our friend."
At this your eyes widened, a small gasp escaping you as you looked between the two eldest brothers in excitement.
"No way! Who?!"
You're question went ignored as Raph threw his arms up, cheeks flushing a light hue of embarrassment.
"All I said was they smelled nice, and y'all chuckle heads suddenly think I've been struck by cupid or some mushy crap!"
"You complimented them, Raph.", came Leo's retort.
"I compliment people all the time!"
Everyone remained silent, giving the hot headed turtle deadpanned expressions.
"What? I do. Right (s,p)?", he asked turning to look down at you.
You merely shrugged.
"Sarcastically maybe."
Raph huffed, leaning back against the buildings ledge, you hoping up to sit next to him.
"So is anyone gonna tell me who this mysterious person is or nah? Come on people, I want the tea."
Mikey, idly spinning his nun-chucks, grinned widely.
"It's our friend, (y,n)!"
You sat rigid, mask eyes wide once more.
". . .Who now?"
"Oh you haven't met them.", Donnie waved off, checking his turtle made watch to see the remaining wait time on their order.
Raphael clicked his tongue, still slightly aggravated about his brothers earlier teasing. Meanwhile, you still sat frozen beside him, staring into the abyss with a racing heart.
"I still don't have a crush on them.", he muttered.
"You complimented them on their perfume!", Leo loudly pointed out once more.
"Why is that so weird?!"
The two started to banter once more, Mikey enjoying the show while Donnie threw in a few matter of facts to weigh in on Leo's side. You, however, felt never more thankful than in that moment that you wore a full face mask. If it wasn't for the coverage, surely the ninja brothers would see just how closely the color of your face matched Raphaels mask right now.
Raphael growled, fed up with his brothers ganging up on him and his definitely non-existent crush on you. If they were going to call him out, then he would do the same to them.
"Maybe you guys should get off my shell and jump on yours first! I ain't the only one whose been makin' googly eyes at (y,n)."
You just about fell off the side of the building, hands gripping the edge of where you sat, knuckles definitely white beneath your suit. What is happening right now, is all you could terrifyingly but blushingly think.
Leonardo and Donatello were quick to look anywhere but at Raph, trying their hardest to not blush themselves at their brother's call out.
"I seen the way you put on the macho charm, Leo, bowing extra deep and all your swooning romance book crap when they come over. And you, Donnie, sputtering and dropping shit when they try to help you with projects and their hand accidentally brushes against yours. And Mikey. . ."
All eyes focused in on the youngest of the bunch who sat ready and waiting to hear Raph's jest.
"Actually, Mikey you're not that surprising. You think anyone who gives you food is a gift from heaven."
"Hey, it's not my fault their cinnamon rolls are so good!.", Mikey pouted, bottom lip jutting out adorably.
Leonardo shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning towards you.
"What do you think, (s,p)? Are we over analyzing or are we right?"
The boys eagerly waited for your answer, for your input. Surely someone from the outside would be able to better determine the situation the brothers found themselves in. Well. . .should have been able to more like, as the response you gave was not what they were expecting.
A rushed, "Igotgo!!!", was all they got before watching you thwip away at the speed of light, leaving the turtles to look at each other confused and quizzically.
". . .Wait, so you guys don't have a crush on (y,n) too??", Mikey questioned with furrowed brows, innocently confused by how they could not.
Raphael groaned loudly as he and his brothers devilled into another childish debate on why they totally didn't have feelings for you, a familiar smell that had sparked the argument coincidentally wafting lightly into their senses upon the wind in the direction of which you swung off.
~xXx~
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Just A Prank
Franco Colapinto x Fem!reader
minor angst and a lot of fluff
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The day began like any other. You and Franco had both slept in, rare and cherished moments of rest squeezed between the constant hum of his career as a Formula 2 driver. Lately, every moment together felt extra specialâhis season was nearing its end, and with it, the uncertainty of what would come next loomed ever closer.
That morning, you both lounged on the sofa, Francoâs head resting comfortably in your lap as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his messy dark hair. You could feel the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body leaning into yours. He seemed unusually relaxed, but you could also sense an underlying tensionâlike he was holding something back.
âDo you want to go out for a walk later?â you asked, trying to pull him out of his pensive silence.
Franco looked up at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. âIâd rather stay like this for a bit longer,â he murmured, leaning up to steal a kiss. âBesides, who knows when Iâll get the chance to do this again.â
âFranco, donât be so dramatic,â you chuckled, but his words stirred something inside you. You both knew the competitive nature of racing, the constant push to perform, and the slim chances of moving up to Formula 1. Heâd been hoping, of course, but you could feel the weight of the uncertainty. It had been pressing on both of you, silent and unspoken.
As the day wore on, you found yourself nestled in the little routines that made life with Franco feel so complete: cooking breakfast together, debating which show to watch, laughing over silly inside jokes only the two of you understood. The hours passed, and you found comfort in his presence, a sense of home you never thought youâd find so soon in life.
Then, in the early afternoon, Francoâs phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the quiet, and he tensed immediately.
âHold on, amor,â he said softly, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the screen. âItâs my boss⌠I need to take this.â
You watched him slip into the next room, closing the door behind him as he answered. You felt your heart rate pick up, your mind running through a million scenarios. You knew heâd been anxiously awaiting some news about next season, but he hadnât said muchâalways downplaying it, always acting like it was no big deal. Yet you could tell it mattered to him more than he let on.
Minutes ticked by, each one dragging longer than the last. You strained to hear snippets of his voice, but it was muffled behind the door. Your stomach churned with nerves, and you hugged a pillow to your chest, wondering what could possibly be taking so long.
Finally, he emerged, his face unreadable. You searched his expression, looking for any hint of what heâd heard, but he just sighed, walking toward you with a faint smile.
âSoâŚâ he said, plopping down beside you, trying to look nonchalant. âLooks like next season⌠theyâre, uh, bringing someone else in to replace me.â
The words landed like a stone in your chest. âWhat?â you whispered, wide-eyed with disbelief. âFranco, noâthereâs no way! Youâve been amazing this season! Who would they possibly bring in thatâs better than you?â
He shrugged, looking away, his face somber. âApparently they want a different direction or something.â
Anger bubbled up inside you, your face heating as you struggled to keep your composure. âIâm sorry, but thatâs insane. Youâve worked so hard, Franco. You donât deserve this! Itâs not fair!â
Franco bit his lip, struggling to contain a grin. You were too furious to notice.
âIâll call them,â you continued, clenching your fists. âIâll go down to the paddock myself if I have to and demand answers. They donât realize what theyâre giving up.â
âY/N,â Franco interrupted softly, his voice trembling slightly with laughter, âitâs a joke.â
You froze, trying to process his words. âA⌠a joke?â you repeated, blinking in confusion.
He laughed, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into his embrace, his whole body shaking with laughter. âYes, cariĂąo, a joke! They didnât replace me. They actually⌠called me up. Iâm going to F1.â
For a second, you couldnât speak. Relief and shock hit you in equal measure, a tidal wave of emotions threatening to spill over. You blinked, your mind racing to catch up. âWait, Franco, are you serious?â
He nodded, his eyes shining with excitement, a look youâd never seen before. âI am. I didnât want to get my hopes up until I knew for sure. But yes⌠Iâm moving up to Formula 1.â
âFranco!â you gasped, grabbing his face in your hands as the reality of it set in. Pride, love, and pure joy swelled in your heart, and you leaned in, pressing a fierce, grateful kiss to his lips. âIâm so, so proud of you.â
He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. âSo⌠do you still want to go to that fancy dinner? I think I could use a celebration.â
You didnât need any more convincing. After changing into something special for the occasion, you spent the rest of the evening out together, every laugh and glance shared over the candlelit table a reminder of the journey youâd both been on together, and the exciting path that lay ahead. It felt surreal, like a dream you both dared not wake up from.
The restaurant was perfectâa quiet, candlelit spot with a warm ambiance, the kind of place where you felt like the world outside melted away. It was just you and Franco, tucked into a cozy booth with glasses of deep red wine glinting in the soft light. You both had eyes only for each other.
As you sat down, Franco took your hand, his fingers warm and familiar as they laced through yours. He began tracing soft, invisible circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, a simple gesture that sent gentle shivers up your spine. You caught yourself smiling, wondering if he realized just how much these little touches meant to you.
âWho are you most excited to see on the grid?â you asked, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. You knew he had a few favorite drivers, people he looked up to and couldnât wait to work alongside. The mere thought of him among the ranks of those he admired filled you with pride.
âAh, I canât lie,â he said with a grin, leaning closer. âIt has to be Alonso. To think that Iâll be racing alongside him⌠It still doesnât feel real. And Verstappen, tooâIâve watched them since I was a kid, you know? To be up there with them, fighting for positions on the same trackâŚâ He shook his head, a little awestruck, and you could see the light in his eyes, that spark of a dream coming true.
You squeezed his hand, feeling his excitement wash over you like a wave. âItâs everything youâve worked for, Franco. And you deserve it more than anyone.â
He gave you a bashful smile, a flicker of vulnerability in his expression. âIâd never have made it here without you, Y/N. Youâre my biggest supporter, and that means the world to me.â
âYou donât have to thank me,â you murmured, brushing his cheek softly. âItâs just⌠Iâm so happy to see you finally getting what youâve dreamed of. Itâs going to be incredible, Franco.â
The two of you settled into an easy rhythm of talking about the futureâwhere heâd be traveling, who heâd meet, the circuits he was most excited to race on. He laughed as he recounted stories of watching past races as a kid, how heâd imagined himself on those tracks, feeling every turn and straight as if he was already there.
âTo celebrate,â he began, leaning back with a mischievous smile, âwe should travel somewhere just for us. No circuits, no media. Just the two of us, like old times.â
Your eyes lit up. âLike a real holiday?â
He nodded. âExactly. We could go somewhere quiet, off the grid. A beach, maybe. Just us, some sunshine, no worries.â
âLetâs do it,â you said, a smile spreading across your face. âAfter your first race, weâll sneak away and have our own little victory tour.â
Franco laughed, shaking his head. âItâs a date, then.â He raised his glass in a toast, and you clinked yours against his, both of you laughing, a gentle warmth in the air as the wine brought out the color in his cheeks.
As he sipped, he looked at you thoughtfully. âWhat about you, Y/N? This is going to be a huge change. Are you ready for all the travel, the media, the madness?â
You felt his fingers lace through yours a little tighter, a look of genuine concern crossing his face. You took a breath, holding his gaze. âFranco, Iâll follow you anywhere. This is your dream, and I want to be there to support you every step of the way. Iâll be right there, cheering you on, reminding you to eat, helping you decompress after every race. Whatever you need.â
For a moment, he just looked at you, his face softening, his eyes full of that love that had been there from the beginning. âIâm the luckiest guy alive, you know that?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice caught as you noticed something over his shoulder. At a table just across the room, seated side by side with familiar expressions of pride and warmth, were your parents. They were dressed for the occasion, looking right at you with knowing smiles, raising their glasses in your direction.
âWait⌠are those⌠my parents?â you whispered, glancing back at Franco, utterly bewildered. âWhat are they doing here?â
But when you turned back to him, Franco was no longer in his seat. Instead, he was down on one knee beside you, his warm hand still holding yours. In his other hand, he held a small, velvet ring box, his face a mixture of nervousness and undeniable love.
âY/N,â he began, his voice soft yet steady. âFrom the moment I met you, I knew you were something special. Youâre my best friend, my rock, and the reason Iâve been able to dream as big as I have. I canât imagine facing any of lifeâs twists and turns without you by my side. I want to spend every lap of this life with you. Will you marry me?â
Tears welled up in your eyes, the enormity of the moment crashing over you. You could feel the warmth of his hand still holding yours, the love in his gaze steady and unwavering. You could only nod, whispering, âYes, Franco. Yes, Iâll marry you.â
The restaurant broke into applause as he slid the ring onto your finger. He rose to his feet, pulling you close, and you laughed through your tears, burying your face in his shoulder as the joy of it all overflowed. It felt as though time had stopped, as though the two of you were the only people in the room.
When you pulled back, your parents were there, wrapping you in hugs, congratulating you both. You looked back at Franco, his eyes never leaving yours, that same quiet joy radiating from him.
In that moment, you knew that no matter where this life took you, every twist and turn would be worth it because youâd be facing them together.
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biker! veritas ratio x female reader x biker! aventurine; 18+ content (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS dni or follow, you'll be blocked), threesome, dub-con/cnc (u fw them heavy!!), sub!reader, overstimulation, p in v, creampies, voyeurism, sadistic aventurine, throttle play ??, spanking, ratio's implied to wear his helmet most of the time, fucking on a bike !!, oral (f. & m. receiving, separate), backshots <3, possessive aventurine & ratio â wc: 4.4k words.... goodnight â masterlist here âď˝ďźăăâďź
you hadnât realized the kind of place youâd walked into. sure, it was a bar, and it had that rough, edgy vibe â but you figured it was just the usual crowd.Â
not somewhere dangerous.Â
not the kind of place thatâd have people staring at you the moment you crossed the threshold, their gazes lingering just a little too long, drinking you in like you were the freshest thing theyâd seen in weeks.
you made your way to the counter, trying to brush off the feeling, thinking maybe you were imagining it. not until two sets of eyes â one mismatched, sharp as a predatorâs; the other hidden behind a reflective visor â fixed on you from across the room.
you perched at the bar, awkwardly flagging down the bartender. âjust a drink,â you muttered, too focused on finding some normalcy in the situation to realize what was happening behind you.
aventurine noticed first, of course. leaned back in his seat, legs stretched out, looking like he owned the damn place. sandy-blond hair falling just right over his brow, magenta and cyan eyes gleaming with interest. âwhat do we have hereâŚâ he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. the smirk on his lips grew wider as he watched you fumble for your drink, completely unaware of how much danger you were in.
meanwhile, ratio observed from the other end of the bar. much more stoic, controlled, his hands resting elegantly over a glass of dark liquor. underneath that pristine helmet of his, he watched with calculated focus, analyzing every little detail â the way your fingers drummed nervously against the counter, the way your eyes darted around, clearly out of your element. âan unexpected visitor,â he mused under his breath, his voice smooth and articulate. âcurious⌠what brings someone like you here, i wonder?â
aventurine didnât waste time. he pushed off from his seat and sauntered over, his presence magnetic, drawing attention even if you werenât aware of it yet. he slid into the space beside you, leaning an arm against the counter as his eyes flickered down your form. âyou lost, sweetheart?â his voice was playful, teasing, but there was an edge to it â a warning, if you were paying attention. but of course, you werenât.
you glanced at him, offering a small smile. âuh, no⌠just stopping in for a drink.â
âmm, is that right?â aventurineâs smirk widened. âyou sure youâre in the right place? this isnât exactly your kind of scene, is it?â
âiâm fine,â you replied, trying to dismiss the way he was looking at you, though something about it made your pulse quicken.
âoh, i donât know,â he drawled, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. âsomething tells me you might need a little guidance⌠lucky for you, iâm feeling generous tonight.â
before you could respond, a deeper voice interrupted, smooth and calculated â ratioâs, as he approached from the other side. âaventurine,â he greeted coolly, giving the man a pointed glance before turning to you. his posture was formal, upright, even in a place like this. âforgive my associate here; he can be⌠overzealous.â his words were polite, even as he reached out, brushing his gloved fingers along your wrist, a subtle touch that sent a shiver through you. âit seems you may have walked into the wrong establishment, miss. this place⌠is not for the uninitiated.â
you blinked, feeling caught between them. âi â i was just ââ
âoh, we know,â aventurine interrupted, his voice laced with amusement as he slid even closer. âbut thatâs okay. we like your type. a little out of place, a little lost⌠itâs cute.â
ratioâs gaze darkened beneath his helmetâs visor, but he didnât move to correct aventurine. instead, he tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping into a softer, more intimate tone. âheâs correct, you know. there are eyes on you already⌠many of the patrons here wouldnât think twice about taking advantage of someone so⌠unaware.â his gloved fingers pressed more firmly against your wrist, a silent claim. âbut fortunately for you⌠youâve caught our attention first.â
âand we donât plan on letting anyone else near you,â aventurine added, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned down, his lips almost brushing your skin. ânot when weâve got plans of our ownâŚâ
your heart raced. âi should probably leave ââ
âoh, youâre not leaving,â aventurineâs grin turned feral as he tightened his grip on your waist. ânot until weâve had our fun with you.â
âheâs right,â ratio agreed, his composure still intact, but his voice holding a dangerous edge now. âyou wouldnât make it very far on your own, iâm afraid. but stay with us, and weâll ensure youâre⌠well taken care of.â
the way he said it sent a shiver down your spine. something in you knew that you should leave, that you shouldnât be entertaining this. but when they both stepped closer, flanking you on either side, their combined presence overwhelming, intoxicating⌠you couldnât resist.
aventurine chuckled, his voice a low purr as he leaned in. âletâs take this outside, baby. wouldnât want to make too much of a scene in here, now would we?â
ratioâs hand slipped to your lower back, guiding you as he led the way. âyes, discretion is key⌠at least for the moment.â
they ushered you out of the bar, and the night air hit you like a jolt, the reality of what was happening sinking in â only for a second. because when you saw their bikes parked in the dim glow of the streetlights, your breath caught. aventurineâs bike was all flair and flash, gleaming with chrome and covered in gambling-themed motifs. ratioâs, on the other hand, was sleek, almost academic in its precision, an owl emblem etched into the side along with laurel detailing.
"hop on," aventurineâs voice had dropped an octave, thick with promise. he leaned back against his bike, one hand resting on the throttle as he gestured for you to come closer. "weâre gonna make this fun for you, baby. just follow our lead."
ratioâs fingers brushed the small of your back, his voice calm but commanding. "you may find this⌠unconventional. but i assure you, the pleasure youâll experience is far beyond anything you could imagine."
you hesitated, glancing between them â part of you still thinking you could back out. but aventurine gave a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming under the streetlights as he reached for your waist, pulling you toward him. "trust me," he purred, lips brushing your ear. "by the time weâre done, you wonât want to leave."
you found yourself being pressed between them, the weight of aventurine behind you, ratio in front. ratioâs gloved hands slid down your sides, almost too formal in their movements, but the second he felt your body tense against him, his composure cracked just a little. "youâre trembling," he observed quietly, his voice still smooth but lower now. "are you nervous, or is it anticipation?"
aventurine chuckled, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, fingertips tracing teasing patterns along your skin. "either way⌠weâre gonna make you forget everything else."
you didnât have time to respond before ratio leaned closer, his helmet pressed to your forehead. "feel the engine," he murmured, turning the key in his bike. the motor rumbled to life, vibrations thrumming through your legs, making you gasp. "thatâs just the beginning."
aventurine revved his bikeâs engine next, the low growl of it matching his own as he kissed along your neck, his hand sliding down between your thighs. "yeah, baby⌠feel that? weâre just getting started."
ratioâs formal tone slipped, the edge in his voice now fully breaking. "fuck⌠youâre going to feel so fucking good when weâre inside you."
youâre still pinned between the two bikes, engines purring beneath you, the vibrations from each one subtly teasing your already sensitive body. aventurine's sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as his hands roam possessively over you, but your eyes keep drifting back to ratio, that mysterious helmet of his, hiding his face.
"whatâs the matter, sweetheart?" aventurine drawls, fingers brushing down your sides with that teasing edge. "distracted by our dear ratio? donât worry, heâs not always such a stick in the mud."
your heart skips a beat when ratio steps forward, silent as ever. his gloved hand slowly lifts, fingers moving to the clasp on the side of his helmet, and you hold your breath. the metallic click echoes in the cool night air as he pulls the helmet free, revealing sharp features, lips slightly parted as if about to speak, and those piercing eyes that seem to take you apart in one look. the sight of him, so unexpectedly gorgeous, knocks the air from your lungs.
âlike what you see?â aventurine teases, but thereâs an edge in his voice now, a sharpness that wasn't there before. his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back into him as he leans in to whisper against your ear. âsheâs staring a bit too long, donât you think, ratio?â
ratioâs eyes stay locked on yours, expression calm and composed, but thereâs something darker brewing beneath. "i donât mind," he says quietly, voice smooth but edged with something dangerous. "though," he continues, eyes flicking to aventurine, "we wouldnât want to break such a pretty thing, would we?"
aventurine chuckles darkly, "no, but she needs to learn not to be so distracted when iâm right here." without warning, his gloved hand comes down on your ass, the sharp sting of the leather making you gasp. "keep your eyes on both of us, sweetheart." he spanks you again, harder this time, causing you to jolt forward with the impact. "canât let you forget about me."
"easy," ratio murmurs, frowning slightly as he watches aventurine. "donât want to leave marks, not yet."
aventurine laughs, though his eyes darken with jealousy, and his hand finally loosens its grip. âfine, fine,â he mutters, stepping back. âbut donât take too long â i donât share well.â
ratioâs gaze softens just a touch, his hands coming to rest on your trembling thighs. he moves you carefully, positioning you so your bare thighs straddle his bike. "hold on," he whispers, placing his helmet on your head before you even realize whatâs happening. the scent of him fills your senses, intoxicating, while the visor cuts off your vision, leaving you in the dark, left to feel instead of see.
âyouâre mine now,â ratio whispers, voice vibrating through the helmet. you feel his warm breath against your core, his lips brushing the sensitive skin before he presses a kiss there, teasingly slow. his tongue flicks out, the wet heat of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure through you as he starts to eat you out with a calculated precision that leaves you gasping.
and then, you hear it â the bikeâs throttle. ratioâs hand rests casually on the handle, fingers playing with the throttle as he revs the engine, each vibration from the bikeâs motor sending shudders through your core, right where his mouth is. the combination of his tongue lapping at you and the engine vibrating beneath your pussy has you a writhing mess in seconds.
"fuck," you gasp, voice muffled inside the helmet, but ratio doesnât let up. heâs merciless, the vibrations from the bike sync with his tongue, alternating between slow, teasing laps and deep, firm strokes. every time the engine roars, the sensation triples, and youâre thrown into the kind of pleasure that leaves you delirious.
âhowâs that feel, sweetheart?â aventurineâs voice breaks through, and you feel his presence behind you again, his hands running down your back before he grips your ass, fingers digging in as he spreads you wider for ratio. âdonât forget, the harder you throttle,â he purrs, âthe harder we fuck you.â
ratio slows down, just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to let you cum. âgo on,â he murmurs against your soaked core. âshow us how much you want it.â
with trembling hands, you reach for the throttle, fingers curling around it as you start to twist. immediately, the engine roars to life again, the powerful vibrations rocking through your body, and ratioâs tongue dives in deeper, his mouth working you over until youâre panting. your hips jerk forward, desperate for more.
âharder,â aventurine hisses, smacking your ass again. âyou wanna get fucked, right? throttle it harder.â
you obey, twisting the throttle even more, the engineâs roar becoming deafening as your body is wracked with vibrations. ratioâs hands grip your thighs tighter, his tongue flicking over your clit in rapid strokes until youâre on the verge of breaking. the pleasure builds, higher and higher, until you canât hold back anymore.
you let out a choked moan, body shuddering as you finally cum, the engine purring beneath you as ratio keeps his mouth on you, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until youâre left trembling, barely able to stay upright.
but theyâre not done with you yet.
âgood girl,â aventurine murmurs approvingly, pulling you back against his chest. he lifts you off ratioâs bike and turns you to face his own. youâre still shaking, but aventurine holds you steady as he positions you on his bike, your legs spread wide over the seat. ânow, letâs see how fast you can ride.â
ratio steps behind you, letting your back rest against his chest as he helps guide you down onto aventurineâs cock. the stretch makes you cry out, but ratioâs hand is already on your clit, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as aventurine thrusts up into you.
âthatâs it,â ratio murmurs against your ear, his leather jacket cool against your burning skin. âride him like youâre on the open road.â
aventurineâs thrusts are deep and hard, and with each one, the bike beneath you rocks, the motion sending shockwaves through your body. ratioâs hands are everywhere â your tits, your clit, pulling and teasing until youâre nothing but a mess between them.
"you want more?" aventurine growls, slamming into you faster. "then throttle it. show me how fast you want it."
your hands, shaky but desperate for more, reach for the throttle again, twisting it hard. the engine roars, and aventurine follows suit, his thrusts becoming brutal as he fucks you on the bike. ratio keeps you steady, whispering filthy encouragements into your ear while his hands drive you to another orgasm.
ratioâs hands are still on your trembling body, keeping you steady as aventurine cums inside you with a guttural groan. the sound of his breathless chuckle fills your ears as he pulls out, leaving you empty and sensitive. the bike's engine continues to rumble beneath you, continuing itâs brutal teasing of overstimulating you.
you feel ratio behind you, his presence quieter than aventurine's but just as potent. heâs helped you through every wave of pleasure, and now, despite his quiet demeanor, you know heâs still holding back. his gloved hand brushes your side tenderly, as if he doesnât want to impose.
"ratio," you whisper, voice shaky but determined. you turn your head to meet his gaze, his dark eyes full of restraint. despite the filthy scene surrounding the two of you, his gaze remains calm â too calm for someone who hasnât had his own share yet.
he raises an eyebrow, clearly confused by your soft call of his name. aventurine, on the other hand, is leaning back against his bike, amused, probably expecting you to collapse from exhaustion. but you have other plans.
before ratio can respond, you sink down onto your knees in front of him, your eyes locking with his as your hands reach for his belt. his breath hitches, and for the first time, you see his composure crack.
âwhat are youâŚâ he begins, but his voice falters when you unzip his pants and pull him free. his cock is already hard, and the moment you wrap your hand around him, his knees nearly buckle. âyou donât have to ââ
âi want to,â you cut him off with a small smile, and thatâs all it takes. ratioâs eyes darken, his lips parting as he watches you in stunned silence.
you give him a slow, teasing stroke, and his head falls back, exposing the line of his throat. youâre entranced by the sight of him losing that usual controlâhis carefully constructed facade crumbling as you start to take him in your mouth. the warmth of your lips envelops him, and the deep groan that escapes ratioâs throat is nothing short of divine.
"fuck," he curses under his breath, the curse slipping from his lips, so unlike his usual refined speech. itâs clear that youâve unraveled him completely. his hands come to rest on your head, fingers weaving into your hair but not pushing, not guiding â heâs letting you set the pace, the control entirely in your hands.
âsheâs a quick learner, isnât she?â aventurine's voice cuts through, and you feel his presence behind you once more. ratioâs eyes open, briefly meeting aventurine's amused smirk before focusing back on you, pupils blown wide with desire.
aventurine kneels behind you, his hands trailing down your back, but his attention is on ratio now. "you donât have to be so shy, man," he teases, giving your ass a playful smack. âenjoy her, yeah? sheâs already decided how she wants to worship you."
you can feel ratioâs body tense beneath your hands, his breathing labored as your mouth works his cock with practiced ease. but the moment aventurineâs leather-clad hand connects with your skin, the sting sends a shiver through you that you canât suppress.
ratioâs hands tighten in your hair as you moan around him, and the sound pushes him further toward the edge. âyouâre â fuck â unreal,â he groans, voice heavy with need.
aventurineâs hands wander, one of them gripping your waist while the other spanks you again, harder this time. you whimper, the vibrations traveling through your throat, making ratio gasp above you. âthatâs it,â aventurine purrs, leaning in close enough that you feel his hot breath against your skin. âkeep making those pretty noises for him.â
you can hear ratioâs breathing becoming more ragged, his hips jerking slightly as he tries to keep himself under control, but youâre relentless. you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper until his grip on your hair tightens, and for a second, it seems like heâs going to lose it completely.
but then, aventurineâs cock presses against you from behind, and the sudden stretch makes you cry out around ratio. aventurine doesnât wait, doesnât ask. he thrusts into you with a low groan, the wet, filthy sounds of him fucking you mixing with the ragged sounds of ratioâs breath.
"fuck," aventurine growls, his hands gripping your waist tight. âso tight. youâre perfect, baby.â
ratio watches, his expression torn between pleasure and frustration. âaventurine,â he says, voice tight as his hand pulls you closer to his hips. âyouâll break her.â
aventurine only chuckles darkly, leaning over you as his hips snap into yours. âdonât worry,â he murmurs, âiâll make sure sheâs still pretty when iâm done with her.â
youâre caught between them â ratioâs cock in your mouth, aventurine pounding into you from behind, and every nerve in your body alight with sensation. ratioâs hands tremble as he grips your head, groaning as you take him deeper.
âfuck⌠youâre going to make me ââ ratio starts, but aventurine interrupts with a sharp thrust that makes you whimper around ratioâs cock.
âdo it,â aventurine purrs, hand coming down hard on your ass again. "cum for her. sheâs begging for it, look at her.â
ratioâs jaw clenches, his restraint snapping as he thrusts into your mouth, the wet sound of you gagging on him the last thing he needs to fall apart. with a deep groan, he cums down your throat, his hands keeping you still as he fills your mouth. you swallow everything, your tongue still working him through it as his body trembles above you.
as soon as ratio is spent, aventurine pulls you back into him, his cock still driving into you mercilessly. your body feels weak, overwhelmed, but aventurine doesnât let up. "you look so good with your mouth full, baby," he growls, thrusting harder. "now let me finish what we started.â
ratio watches, chest still heaving as aventurine slams into you one last time, his rough hands gripping your waist as he cums deep inside you with a low, satisfied growl. the aftershocks ripple through your body, leaving you gasping, completely wrecked.
aventurine finally pulls out, his hands sliding over your skin one last time before he steps back with a satisfied smirk. "whatâd i tell you?" he says to ratio, still catching his breath. "this pretty thingâs all ours now."
ratioâs eyes meet yours, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he brushes your hair back from your face. "you were perfect," he whispers, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. and in that moment, despite the chaos, you know you wouldnât want to be anywhere else.
the air around you is heavy with the aftermath of your sinful rendezvous. aventurineâs hands are still warm on your skin as he chuckles softly, satisfied with the way your body shivers. he runs a gloved hand along your back, soothing the marks he left, while ratio gently helps you to your feet, his touch far more careful.
âeasy now,â ratio murmurs, voice calm but filled with concern. his strong arms steady you, and despite everything, heâs still the gentleman between the two. aventurine leans back against his bike, a grin pulling at his lips as he watches you two.
âtook it like a champ, didnât she?â aventurine hums, brushing the hair from your sweaty face. his eyes roam over your body, lingering on the marks both of them left behind. âcanât leave her like this, though. letâs get her nice and cozy.â
with surprising tenderness, aventurine pulls his leather jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders. itâs too big, swallowing your frame in warmth, but the weight of it feels grounding. it smells like him â leather and smoke, mixed with something heady and masculine. he adjusts the collar, winking at you as he does.
ratio shakes his head at aventurineâs theatrics, but even he canât hide the small smile tugging at his lips. he turns back to you, carefully brushing your face with the back of his knuckles. âyou did well,â he says, his voice low and soothing. "now let's get you patched up."
you canât help but feel the rush of heat at how gentle he is after all theyâve put you through. ratioâs hand slides under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. âyou should rest,â he adds, though his eyes glimmer with a possessiveness that mirrors aventurine's.
aventurineâs eyes, however, are full of mischief. as he fixes your jacket, he slips something from the ground into his pocket â your hair tie, one you hadnât noticed had fallen off in the heat of it all. "just a keepsake," he says when you give him a questioning look, smirking as he taps the pocket where heâs placed it. "something to remember our pretty little thing by."
âaventurine,â ratio sighs, rolling his eyes. but he doesnât argueâhe knows better. instead, ratio reaches behind him and, without another word, takes off his signature helmet, holding it out to you. âhere,â he says, his voice soft, but thereâs a firm insistence in his tone. âyouâre mine now, so take it.â
the weight of his helmet in your hands feels significant, far more than just an accessory. itâs his claim on you, and when you look up at him, his eyes are unwavering. aventurine watches with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the moment.
âlooks good on you already,â aventurine murmurs, leaning in to place his sunglasses on your face as well, the reflective lenses hiding your wide, dazed eyes. "now everyone will know exactly who you belong to."
your breath hitches as you realize youâre draped in their things â ratioâs helmet under your arm, aventurineâs sunglasses on your face, and his jacket keeping you warm. theyâve marked you in every way possible, and the thought makes your heart pound in your chest.
âour little pretty thing,â aventurine whispers in your ear, his lips brushing your skin. âwhether you like it or not.â
but the truth is, you love it. the way they claim you, the way theyâve made sure every single person will know you belong to them â thereâs no denying the thrill that rushes through you at the thought.
itâs been some time since that night, but every memory is still vivid in your mind. you stand outside the same bar, the one you unknowingly stumbled into before. only this time, you're far from oblivious.
ratioâs helmet is tucked under your arm, aventurineâs sunglasses perched on your face, and his leather jacket still hangs from your shoulders. the second you step into the bar, heads turn, but instead of the lingering stares and lewd comments, thereâs a palpable tension in the air.
people recognize you now.
you walk through the crowd, the loud chatter of the bar quieting as bikers move out of your way. their eyes drop to the helmet, the sunglasses, and they shrink back, knowing exactly who you belong to. theyâve all heard the stories â two of the most notorious bikers in the scene have already laid their claim on you. and no one dares mess with you now.
you catch a glimpse of aventurine leaning against the bar, his signature grin flashing the moment he spots you. beside him, ratio is seated with his usual calm demeanor, but the second he sees his helmet in your hand, a small smirk tugs at his lips.
you make your way toward them, and aventurine stands to greet you, pulling you into a quick embrace. âlook whoâs back,â he purrs, his fingers brushing the edge of the jacket. âwearing our gifts so well.â
ratioâs eyes lock with yours, the faintest trace of pride in his gaze as he gestures for you to sit beside him. âtook you long enough,â he says, voice smooth. âi was beginning to think you forgot about us.â
you shake your head, settling in between them, feeling their warmth and protection. ânever,â you reply softly, a smile playing on your lips. âhow could i?â
the rest of the bar knows better than to get too close â because you arenât just anyone anymore. youâre ratio and aventurineâs pretty little thing, and the whole world knows it.
this was rotting in my drafts for a while, and only on reading @sugoroo 's satosugu fanfic i was given enough motivation to fine-tune this (Ëľ â˘Ěâ˝â˘Ě Ëľ ) make sure u check out her work/s too <3
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PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
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Part 2 1/2 was added to the beginning! So if you have already read it, skip to where it says âTWO DAYS LATER.â
CHAPTER THREE:
The drive from Kentoâs apartment was short enough to make you consider walking next time. If there was ever another situation in which youâd be leaving Kentoâs apartment in the morning.
âAnd where the hell have you been?â You practically jumped out of your skin at the sound of Yukiâs voice. You turned around to meet her smug face from across the hall, smirking like she knew something you didnât.
âSuch a warm welcome from my favorite neighbor,â You quipped, unlocking your door.
âYou were at Kennyâs, right?âÂ
âKenny? Who iâ Oh! Kento. Yeah.â
Yuki followed in after you, her eyes lingering on the clothes you threw into the washer. It was only then that she realized you were wearing her universityâs graphic tee. This might have been an ordinary occurrence any other day, but not when you spent the night at her old university friend and coworkerâs house, especially not Nanamiâs.
âYou didnât sleep with him, right?â
âNo, of course not.â
âGood.â Yuki sighed.
âGood? Is he dating someone?â You felt your breath hold as you wondered aloud, only releasing it once answered.
âNo, he doesnât date.â
âLike at all?â
âNope.â
âIs there a reason?âÂ
âIt's not my story to tell.â Yuki shook her head. âHe is touchy about the subject.â
You only nodded.
âNot even casual hookups?â
âHey! No.â You would have been offended at the harshness of Yukiâs voice if her expression of horror had not been so amusing, âHe is off limits.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHe is the lonely virgin; one hookup with you, and you will ruin him.â It was a little surprising to hear Kento was still a virgin, but not because of his age, but his demeanour. The way he carried himself. Indeed, he must have had someone he wanted to be with that intimately; surely someone would want him so intimately, but then again, you only knew him for a few hours; who knows what he is actually like.
âYou make it seem like I am some succubus.â
âYou might as well be Y/N.âYou only rolled your eyes at her. âListen to me, Y/N,â Yukiâs hands cupped your face like a child needing grave warning. âYou can not deflower poor Kento.â
âHe isnât a child.â
âI know, butââ Yuki lost the words on her tongue, knowing no explanation would do it justice. âJust donât. He isnât Satoru or Suguru. He is a decent man, and if you slept with him, hell, if you kissed him, it would lead to places I donât think youâd want to go to.â
âYou hummed a sound of agreement and went to your bedroom to change. Thoughts of Kento are still in your mind; the more Yuki speaks about him, the more you want to pull back each layer of him to see what exactly makes him the way he is.Â
Yukiâs words still echoed in your head as you showered âhell if you kissed him, it would lead to places I donât think youâd want to go to.â But it was already too late. Kento Nanami was undeniably curious about you, just as much as you to him.
TWO DAYS LATER
âHello, Mr. Nanami! If I read my email correctly, you are supposed to be showing me around today.âÂ
This was the first time Nanami had been caught off guard. For some reason, you stood in front of him in business attire, a skirt cut just above the knee, black stockings and a white dress shirt hidden beneath a black cardigan.
 He stared down at you as you stood before him, a nervous smile painted on your face as he did so. His expression was even more blank than he had given you three days ago. It almost seemed like he was angry, but the more he stared at you quietly, you couldnât help but feel as though he may have just forgotten you. And the very idea of Nanami forgetting you made you slightly (very much so) annoyed.Â
Was kissing strangers after housing them in his very nice, very clean apartment a common occurrence for him? Was walking around in shirts too tight around women clearly captivated by him an everyday experience for him???
Okay, you understood it wasnât technically a kiss to be written in the history books and that it was you who kissed him. But that didnât take away the feeling of aggravation snaking its way up your spine.
âIâm Y/N.â You stated.
âI know.â Was all he said in return, turning to his desk and logging into the company computer, leaving you standing there awkwardly as he faced his display screen.
You peered over his shoulder, letting a few braids dip down and lay across his chest as you watched him.Â
Nanami only let out a shaky breath as you did so, doing his best to ignore the heat that came off of your body as you pressed into him from behind. It didnât help that you smelled like vanilla and chocolate; whatever perfume you wore was slowly snaking its way around his neck and choking him.
Choosing not to acknowledge your closeness, he focused on your name, typing it in slowly as he waited for an email mentioning you. When it failed, he then searched the word intern, and sure enough, it popped up. In his spam, a place where all emails specifically from Satoru Gojo were sent.
NANAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, I need a huge favor: babysit the new hires and show them around the office. I missed the flight yesterday, so Iâll be back next week.
Thanks!!Â
Satoru.
âHow does one miss a flight and choose to return in a week, not the next day?â You asked, a small giggle escaping you. Kento only shook his head, huffing slightly, before turning back around to face you.
âIâm Kento Nanami.â
âI knew that.â You replied shortly, and if Kento could kick himself in the knee, he would ten times over.
âYes.âÂ
âYes?â
âYes,â he repeated bluntly. Stay here one moment. When I return, I will give you a tour of this department. I shouldnât be over ten minutes.â
Before you could even respond, he had vanished, disappearing down a corridor and around a corner, leaving you standing there, slightly bewildered.
Kento silently cursed himself in the supply closet.Â
He was hiding.
 In a closet.
 Kento Nanami, the 35-year-old virgin, was hiding in a closet because a pretty woman smelled nice. It didnât help that you had said his name the way you did.Â
Smooth and slow and utterly⌠normal. Kento knew he couldnât blame all his perverted problems on the object of his desire, no matter how much he wished to.
He sighed heavily, knocking his head into the door in front of him before opening it and emerging once again into reality.Â
All he needed to do was keep himself calm and composed, not let his eyes drift to your lips, preferably avoid all eye contact, and not mention last weekend under any circumstances.
When he approached his desk again, you werenât alone. Suguru stood over you as you leaned against his desk for support.
âOh, itâs Mr. Nanami!â You pointed out, bringing Suguruâs attention to Kento as he approached you.
âMr. Nanami?â Suguru smirked at you with a tilted head.Â
âShould I not call him that?â You panicked for all of 3 seconds before Nanami cut in.
âNo, no. It is fine.â Letting out a shuddered breath, âCall me whatever you want.â A weak smile went with his words as he twisted to meet the other man.
âDonât you have a meeting to be in? Where is Yuki?â
âShe is already in there stalling. I thought Iâd welcome the new hire once again since Satoru has decided to skip his duties. Geto shook his head at the thought of Satoru sipping on mimosas and eating fresh fruit instead of doing his job, his very well-paying job.
âWell, I donât want to keep you anymore. We can grab lunch or something later!â You suggested before sliding your way to the blonde man. âAnd you.â Nanami held his breath as you pointed his way, âYou owe me a tour.â
âThat I do.â Kento said, throwing a tight smile at Geto, trying to mask the ridiculous feeling of jealousy that began blooming in his chest. All Geto gave back was a knowing smile, a smile that you and Kento alike mistook for one given to yourselves, adding to the tension in the room.
***
Walking through the office was probably one of the most awkward experiences of your life.
Whenever you tried to open a conversation, Kento quickly shut it down or stirred it toward work.Â
This would have been fine had he looked you in the eye at least once as he showed off every inch of the new environment.
âThis is our break/rest room. A couch, blankets, pillows and noise-canceling earphones are stored away for when you need to sleep.â
âOoo, that sounds amazing.â You peered inside since no one was currently rested.Â
âYup. All you need to do is flip the card to the red side, lock the door, and then, for at least forty minutes, peace is yours.â
âWe pull many all-nighters here as the marketing team; with such a small group, taking forty minutes to one-hour breaks is pretty common.â
âDo you often sleep here?â
âNo,â was all he said as he glanced over you, making his way to the kitchen, assuming youâd be following behind him promptly.
With each passing second, your patience wore thinner, and you couldnât help but huff in annoyance.
As you stood in the final room of the floor, Nanami continued to drone on about the new kettle and fridge space, practically facing the wall opposite you.
âWhat is your problem?â You snapped at him.
âExcuse me?â
âWhy arenât you looking at me.â
âI am looking at you.â
âI am not talking about now; I am talking about this whole tour, or better yet since I approached you this morning.â
âI donât know what you mean.â
âYou wonât look at me.â
âY/Nââ Kento started.
âYou can call me Miss L/N,â You corrected, âI was nervous at the idea of starting a new job in a higher position than before, especially with all of you guys, who already know each other so well, so to be shown around by someone I âknewâ it gave me a little bit of comfort. But if this is a problem for Mr. Nanami, then I can wait for Sugu- Mr. Geto, or Yuki to show me around after their meeting. â
âNo.â
âNo?â You repeated back at him.
âI am sorry.â
âOkay???â
âI struggle talking with women.â
âAnd looking them in the eye?âÂ
âYes. To women I am attracted to, I struggle.â He now faced you fully, the tips of his ears burned bright red. You would have found this cute, had it not been utterly shocking.
Oh.
âIt is ridiculous, I know, but I am trying to get it under control, so donât worry about me. I am sorry if I have made you uncomfortable in any way.â And before you could respond, Nanami was back at his desk. Leaving you gobsmacked in the middle of the office Kitchen.
âOh.â You whispered to no one, hand reaching out and touching your lips.
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lavender haze | lee know. smut.
Your boyfriend is not prone to communicating his feelings through words, but luckily for him, you always know exactly what he needs. (1.9k words)
CONTENT: smut, boyfriend!lino, creampie, unprotected sex and cum eating. minors and empty blogs do not interact.
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Contrary to popular belief, Minho sulks often. You do understand why people would believe that isnât the caseâyour boyfriendâs dry jokes followed by a sarcastic smile being one of the reasons why you were drawn to him in the first place. When you first met him a couple years back, when he was still doing busking events with his dance crew alongside a common friend of yours, youâd watch in doe-eyed adoration as heâd flash his bunny teeth in a playful grin to his crewmates each time they got one move slightly wrong. What pissed them off the most is they could never get back at Minhoâhe never forgot any moves, never missed a beat. His justifiable confidence made him oh so irritatingâyou were attracted like moth to a flame to his character, his knife-sharp features matching his equally piercing sense of humour were fuel to the fire.Â
But the thing about your boyfriend's sulking is that it is often unjustifiable. Of course he doesn't need a reason to want to be pampered by you, but it'd be nice if Minho admitted he also likes to be taken care of at least once in a while. Â
âWhat did I do to deserve this torture?â The ever so intimidating choreographer mumbles from his spot on your bed, your pastel pink pillowcases being a little counterproductive to the assertive tone he's been trying to use on you.Â
Minho canât suppress the smirk forming on his lips at your scoff, âTorture? I'm just asking you to wait! These bedsheets got here like, two weeks ago!â You're on your feet, struggling to fold one of the new huge linens to store in your closet. âIf they stay in these bags any longer they're gonna start smelling weird.âÂ
âYou know that's not how it works, right?âÂ
âI don't care. You know you should be helping me, right?â You look back, a smirk of your own automatically taking place when your eyes find his.Â
Despite the lopsided smile that seems to be permanently plastered on his face, Minho grunts as he drags his body out of the comforter and towards you, âYou know you should wash these before putting them away, right?â Â
And as soon as your eyebrows raise and he sees the very familiar smile on your lips as you push the sheet into his arms, your boyfriend realizes he fell right into your trap, âHave it your way, then!âÂ
The man watches as you jump in bed, getting comfortable on the spot he previously wasâeyes filled with the similar overwhelming fondness they usually hold when Minho looks at you. âYouâre annoying.â He takes off the rest of the sheeting from itâs flimsy plastic bags, making his way to the laundry room. âDonât fall asleep!â He exclaims from the hallway.Â
âIâm not making any promises!âÂ
âDonât sleep! I wanna spend time with you!â Unfortunately, no amount of stubbornness can take away Minho's super power of having you giggling into your pillow. He wants to spend time with you. He's the love of your life and he wants to spend time with you. Â
Those are the feelings you can't quite understand. Youâve been with Minho for so longâat least long enough you've been through the âhoneymoon stageâ everyone seems to fear the ending of. For you, it feels like this stage never seems to be over. You pray it never ends. Â
So here you are, kicking your feet because your long term boyfriend said he wants to spend time with you. At least you know he's as obsessive as you are, if not slightly more.Â
Minho's way of showering you with love was overwhelming. He isn't the type to communicate his feelings through words, instead, he'd do things like casually tell you about getting into a rather serious argument with his manager, trying to get the day off so heâd spend your birthday with you. Of course he would be busy, cooking your favourite meal as he casually narrates the dramatics him and his group went through trying to get his needs respected. He doesn't look you in the eye when he says he got emotional, the only reason why his manager gave in being Minho ânever behaved like this beforeâ. This is his way of saying you're his utmost priority, can't you tell? The redness of his ears and fidgety eyes are a big hint of the nervousness Minho prayed you wouldn't pick up on. Unfortunately for him, you know him like the back of your hand. Â
You know that a quick glance your way means someone said something he found amusing in a way. If his hand fell to your lower back in social gatherings, it means Minho is a bit nervous and needs some grounding. If he's too silent, you know to sit beside him and wait until it all comes pouring out. With you, it always does. If he's vocalizing how tired he is, you know he'd enjoy talking for hours on end about anything that comes to his mind. Minho always needs you, he just has very specific patterns to show you exactly what he's currently craving from you. Fortunately for him, he's your favourite subject matter. He's the only thing you ever want to pay attention toâthe sole owner of your entire focus. Â
That's why you know exactly what he needs when he flops back on the bed, and after a few moments of silence, blurts out âI miss you. I missed you a lot this week."Â
You crawl out of your nest and straddle your boyfriend's lap, dragging your comforter along and covering you both with it. Â
You're both silent as you hold his cheeks, taking your time as you kiss them, then his forehead, and the mole on his noseâat least a couple times each. Minho's hand slides down your lower back when your lips find his, tongue slowly tasting his as you feel his heart beating tranquilly against the palm of your hand sliding up and down his chest. You feel his right hand gently cupping the back of your neck, holding you close against him as the other sneaked under your shirt, slowly caressing your bare back. Â
Minho doesn't try to take control of the kiss like he usually doesâneither do you. Your bodies seem to move in harmony, the glacial movements of his tongue making you sigh against his mouth every now and again, promptly resulting in a smirk of his. You loved kissing his smile.Â
âMissed you so much, baby.â He repeated softly against your lips. Minho now had both hands under your shirt, his touch leaving goosebumps as he caressed up and down your sides. Â
âMissed you too. Always miss you so much, Min.â Your breathing is a bit compromised now, hands moving on their own as you remove your own shirt. Â
Minho quickly follows, his palms back on your hips as soon as his shirt is tossed to the side. âI know you do, pretty. I know.âÂ
His hands lay on your ass, groping as he whispers against your lips. âSpent the entire week thinking about fucking you. Gonna lay on your side for me, pretty? Hm? Gonna do it just how I like it?âÂ
Too much, too much, too much. You don't think you're really moaning anymore, but you're sure your mouth's been hanging open for a while. Minhoâs hips are slow as he hits the deepest parts of you, holding your squirming body for a few seconds each time he bottoms out. The sweet, lazy drag of his cock inside you make your lust disable all of your senses. He felt heavy, thick, so deep inside you. Full. You felt so, so full. Â
Somewhere in the haze you feel his palms making their way towards your chest, you process a bit of squirming as he squeezes them, massaging your breasts as he continued his torturously slow assault on your g-spot.Â
Minho can feel every cell fighting against his urge to mount and pump into you as fast as he pleases, but he'd endure anything if it means he gets to hear your drawn out whines as he rocks his hips back and forth, your entire body shivering every time he pauses deep inside of you for a few moments.
He runs his hand through the goosebumps of your arms and back to your chest again. After feeling you up a bit more, your boyfriend takes your hand and drags it south as he presses on your lower stomach, making you feel him moving inside you.Â
âYou're feeling how good I fill you up, honey? Can you feel it?â His breathing is much more ragged now, Minho's body is visibly shuddering behind you as well. You squeeze around and him, bringing his hips to a stop.Â
You look back, staring at his open mouth as you inhale each other's heavy breaths. As if snapped out of a trance, Minho kisses you roughly. He swallows each of your moans when his hips start swaying back and forth again, still as slow and rough as he was. Â
His hand leaves yours as he reaches for your chin, spit dribbling down your lips.Â
âSo fucked out you're drooling for me. God, you're so good, baby. You take it so good.âÂ
âHoly shit, Minho! So close, so close, so close-â Your voice is no longer a whisper as it's pitch gets higher, your orgasm dangling in front of you in a fever dream. You feel him everywhere and it's almost too much, but certainly not enough. You're so overstimulated you don't know what to focus on to reach your highâboth your senses and judgment so clouded you can't muster the brainpower to figure out what you need.Â
Luckily for you, Minho knows you like the back of his hand. âI love you. Love you so much.âÂ
You can't tell how long it lasts, you're barely able to process Minho coming inside you. You feel the ghost of his hands holding your hips still as he whimpers in your earâthe sound alone making you shiver all over again. Your body shakes in his hold, limbs giving out after a prolonged orgasm you're not used to experiencing. Â
âLove you too⌠Love you so muchâŚâ The words mindlessly escape your lips as your head slowly sways, fingers twirling the ends of your splayed out hair.Â
Your eyes are closed as he lays you on your back, adjusting the pillow under your head as he chuckles. âLove you too, pretty. Hang in there just a second.âÂ
You feel his hands caressing your body as he handles you, a sixth sense making you chuckle when you realize he spread your legs but didn't start cleaning you up.Â
His hands run down your thighs, you can hear the smirk on his voice. âWhat's up?âÂ
âStop staring.â You say, humming with your eyes still closed.Â
âDon't wanna.â You feel his fingers sliding through your core. âMouth wide open for me, baby. Come on.âÂ
You sigh when you get a taste of his coated fingers, lips wrapping around as your tongue licks in between them. You open your eyes to find him hovering above you, eyes fix in your mouth.Â
The look you give Minho makes him dizzyâthe way you stare up at him with your big doe eyes in such adoration while sucking cum off his fingers almost made his heart burst. He can feel how each beat of it belongs to you, his heartbeat chained to a rhythm that followed your own. Â
Chest to chest, Minho watches as your eyes sparkle, your hand softly stroking the back of his head. A smile forms on your lips when you pop his fingers out of your mouth as you breathily mutter against them. âYou know I'm gonna marry you someday, right?âÂ
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Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
warnings:  oral sex/face sitting/69, prone bone, dom/sub dynamics (dom!reader/sub!hoshi), protected sex, impact play (spanking), mentions of butt stuff but nothing explicit
Length: ~ 4.3k
Note: this ended up way longer than i originally planned... by like 2k but im weak for sub hoshi. realized i accidentally made them schmidt and cece from new girl.... oh well. as always thank u @gyuswhore for suffering my horrible punctuation and EVERYONE HAS TO READ HER UP COMING HOSHI FIC FOR PIRATE HOSHI I DEMAND IT
series m.list: Houdini [s], Green Light [s, f], YUCK [f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]
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Soonyoung talks. A lot.Â
Sometimes it makes no sense. Like the occasions he calls you after a night out and slurs his words through the speaker as you hum agreement to who knows what until he passes out while still on the line, letting you hear every snore and smack of his lips until you hang up; or when heâs inside you and it's all a bit too much that he has to tell you how good it feels in excruciating detail; or when you both wake up in the morning, you late for work and him trying to talk you into keeping the sheets warm for just a few more minutes, and Soonyoung thinks heâs convinced you but fifteen more minutes really wonât hurt because his apartment is closer to your office anyway.
He talks so much that not hearing his voice the second he opens the door is like a slap in the face.
There's no invitation inside, or lukewarm greeting. The door hangs ajar, Soonyoung already back down the hall in the direction of his room with the expectation youâll follow.Â
You do, but with the same hesitancy youâd approach a wild animal: curious and on edge.
Despite the hour, his roommates arenât anywhere to be seen. No bodies sprawled across the couch or light under their doors. Their presence never stopped you before but itâs unsettling that there's no buffer of anything to break the storm cloud choking the atmosphere. Just stark exposure to whatever is clearly bothering Soonyoung that he wonât tell you about because, technically, you two donât do that. Or, he does and you vehemently refuse all of it with less and less authenticity each time.
Soonyoung doesnât prattle on about his day or ask about yours as you trail behind him. He throws off his shirt without a word, collapses on the edge of the mattress, and roughly pulls you into his lap. Itâs cold and unfeeling and exactly the kind of sex youâd enthusiastically participate in a year ago. But nothing like the Soonyoung youâve grown familiar with over the past few months.
He doesnât comment on the low cut of your top, falling into the motions without the usual banter.Â
You wiggle free from his grasp, trying to meet his gaze. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â He doesnât look at you before taking back up where he left off.
âStop.â You push him back, trying to get a look at his face but he stays in the crook of your neck. âStop.â
The silence that follows is loud. He collapses back into the bed, arms curling up to hide away from whatever is chasing him.
âI said Iâm fine,â he mumbles.
âCould've fooled me,â you huff.
âDoesnât matter. Not what you come here for anyway, right?â
A half truth that stings more than youâd like. It sinks in your gut in the quiet dark of his room.
âYou know what? Forget I asked, Iâm leaving.â
âWait,â he says, arms attempting to snake around your waist but youâre already up.
âNo. You donât need to be an asshole when Iâm just trying to be nice.â
âBecause youâre sunshine and rainbows all the time?â
âDid I fucking say I was? If youâve got a problem with it youâve had long enough to lose my number.â
âIâm sorry, I justâŚâ he sighs heavily. âBad day.â
You soften at the break in his voice. Stepping back over, you stand between his legs. He looks small, hunched over with his head in his hands and the weight of the world on his shoulders. The light youâve come to associate with having him within reach is gone and all that's left is a man you donât really recognize. He buries his face in the warmth of your stomach, and goes limp as you run a hand across his shoulders.
âDoââ you clear your throat. âDo you wanna talk about it?â
Because if Soonyoung is talking there's less chances for you to open your mouth and screw it all up. You donât know how to be doughy and tender with the same level of ease he possesses. Youâll probably fail trying but it's the least you can do.
Itâs uncharted territory; for you, for this, whatever this is because it doesnât really resemble anything youâve done before even though the foundation is the same. Because you care about Soonyoung, and he obviously cares about you. But youâre not sure how to let him and even less sure how to return it.
âNo.âÂ
âOkay,â you say, at a loss for what comes next.
Inactivity breeds restlessness. Without any idea how to do this on your own, you default to the steps he took when you were half cooked on your bathroom floor.
Soonyoung eyes you with questions but doesnât speak as you drag him into the en suite. Bites his tongue as you work off your clothes under the sterile overhead light and then move to work on his; raising his arms when you poke him and managing his pants on his own. He even smiles, or his mouth twitches in a vague allusion to a grin, when you flick water at him after guaranteeing the temperature wonât give you both pneumonia.
Finally tucked behind the shower curtain, he stands dumbly. Not another move to help, content to watch you wash his hair, nails raking over his scalp until he shivers.Â
You ignore the prod at your thigh. Focused on letting the warmth of the water do the heavy lifting, you soak a washcloth in soap and lather his skin until it tinges pink. A shampoo mohawk earns a kiss dusted along your shoulders and you might even blush a bit if you werenât so focused on perfecting the spikes so he looks like one of those 90s alternative poster boys.
Out of the shower, his vow of silence continues. Everything he isnât saying is clear in his eyes, especially when you slather his face in one of those mud masks, painting him bright green. Heâs less intimidating with chunks of clay in his eyebrows.
He isnât accommodating but he also doesnât outright refuse which seems to be the best youâre going to get.Â
âYou look like Shrek,â you snort, satisfied and turning towards the mirror to cover your own face in a matching shade. Â
âWell then you're Fiona.â His head comes over your shoulder, chin digging into bare skin to watch you in the mirror. His chest is sticky against your back from steam but you donât mind if it means heâll talk to you.
âActually,â you think, wiggling to face him. âI think youâre more like Donkey.âÂ
âThe dragon fits you better anyway.â
âAre you calling me scary?â you gasp.
âYes.â
âGood. Remember that next time you want me to suck on your balls.â
He winces. âI can feel them retreating into my body already.â
âDonât make me laugh, itâll mess up the mask.â
Without a care for the still drying mess of his face, he takes refuge back in his favorite place. Tucked under your chin, he sighs.
âIâm sorry I was a dick earlier. Work sucked today. I didnât get a contract I wanted, they picked some other kid at the studio for it. Iâve taught him for years and they picked him over me.â
âIâm sorry.â You placate him with a gentle hand up his back, nails tracing loose patterns as the fan hums over head.
âNot your fault.â
âNo, but it still sucks.â
âYeah.â He nuzzles closer, arms heavy around your waist like youâd even think to move away. âItâll be fine though. Heâs a good kid and I couldnât be mad at him. But I shouldnât have taken it out on you.â
Fifteen minutes later, you both wash away the flakes of clay, cracked around the corners of your eyes and mouths, and retreat back under the covers in one set of pajamas split between: you in one of his shirts with nothing underneath, and him in sweatpants with nothing on top.Â
Soonyoung insists that Pirates of the Caribbean is his comfort movie, something about Kiera Knightly with a gun being his sexual awakening (which explains a lot), and you let him put it on the tiny screen of his laptop with plans to fall asleep in the first five minutes.
His lips are at your temple, a dull pressure that makes your blood hum. âI always wanted to be a pirate growing up.â
âReally?â you ask, edging towards unconsciousness from the lazy drag of his fingers on your hip.
âYeah,â he agrees, eyes glued to the screen. âHave my own ship, no rules, a bunch of sexy wenches.â
âHalf naked women with scurvy were a part of your career plan?â
âOkay, maybe I added those just now but my point stands.â
The picture of Soonyoung with a scar on his chest and one of those ruffled linen shirts straight off the cover of a dime novel some grandma would read on the train with no shame isnât that bad. Actually, itâs pretty sexy. But you wonât feed his delusions.
âWhat point?â
He rolls on top of you, face open with grave seriousness. âWe should role play. Me as the hot pirate captain, you as the beautiful princess. Forbidden love, enemies type stuff. You run away from being royal and end up joining my crew. Oh no, Captain Hoshi, I had no idea this was your room! What an impressive sword!â he squeals in a breathy mock of you.
âAnd then,â you gasp. âyou come in five minutes and I convince everyone to throw you overboard?â
âHurtful. But Iâm willing to forgive you if you call me captain. Just once.â
Heâs close enough to kiss, lips pouted as he waits for you to give into his demand. A gentle peck bordering on domestic makes him sigh, the taste of toothpaste lingering on his breath. Just as you think youâve distracted him away from such an ridiculous idea, he leans back with a gleam in his eye that says heâll wait all night if you make him.
âHow about we roleplay falling asleep?â you sigh, eyes closed against his expectant gaze.
âNope, too late. Iâm thinking about you wearing nothing but a pirate hat and now Iâm hard.â
He curls right into the meat of your thigh, hot and ready to go if you give the word. Sleep is tempting but the thought of a quick tumble wakes you up enough to entertain him.Â
âAlright, but youâre doing all the work,â you sigh. âTake off my clothes, captain.â
Pausing to let the idea settle, he shakes his head. âThatâs actually not as hot as I thought it would be.â
âOh, fuck off,â you fuff. âIâm watching the movie.â
You try to shove him away with zero intent to actually let him go anywhere and end up pinned, fingers in a tight grip around your wrists that you pretend to fight against. Soonyoung knows you like to be reminded of his strength on occasion; whether thats fucking your mouth until your throat burns or bending you over. This potentially being one since heâs had a hard day and youâre hungover from making him feel better about it.Â
He tongues across your pulse until you go pliant against the pillows, legs spread to cradle his hips. A shuffle of clothes and a lift of your hips and heâd be inside you. There's more steps; a condom, a little fingering because his dick was made to stretch your limits. Your legs shake already, desperate for quick fuck so you can passout while Soonyoung cleans you up.Â
But his new mood means heâs making up for lost time. Presently, that's bunching your shirt up to your chin and tracing each inch of newly uncovered skin with his tongue.
âHellooooo ladies,â he sighs, nose buried between your breasts.
âGod, youâre lame.â
âBe nice to me, I had a hard day,â he pouts, releasing your hands in favor of plucking at your chest until you sigh in delight.
âIâm literally letting youâhmmmâ see my boobs after you said that corny shit. How much nicer can I be?â
He doesnât answer, choosing to coax a low groan out of your chest with passes of his mouth until you're kicking the sheets. The good kind of sting that ruts your hips against his thigh and makes you dizzy. There will be a permanent wet patch if he doesnât give you relief soon.
âI have a few ideas.â
âLike what?â You twitch at the thoughts running rampant. Short of donning that pirate hat mentioned earlier, anything he suggests is guaranteed to make you feel better too.Â
âCan show you better than I can tell you,â he bites into your nipple, sucking it to a stiff peak for his fingers to pinch before shifting focus to the other.Â
âIf you try and put your dick in my ass Iâll rip it off.â The words are breathy off your lips. No real threat because he might be able to talk you into the idea if you let him. If he keeps pulling your strings the way heâs learned how.Â
But Soonyoung has different ideas, pulling off your nipple with a rough suck, curling your shoulders in. âThat was one time and it was an accident!â
âLet me slip a finger in next time I blow you and tell me how you like it.â
âYou have and I do. Keep talking about it and Iâm gonna need another shower.â
âGod, youâre a freak.âÂ
âYeah, yeah.â He takes the initiative to roll you on top, palms massaging your ass while enjoying the view of you naked in his lap.Â
A sudden moment of vulnerability roots in your chest, warmed by the set of brown eyes peering up at you. âYou know I donât just come here for this, right?âÂ
Soonyoungâs eyebrows twist for a moment and then soften. âI know. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât haveââ
âItâs fine,â you cut him off, not ready for anything deeper. The air is already thicker with the weight of that confession, suffocating. In an effort not to drown in it, you drop your chest flat to his, latching onto the jut of his collarbone. âIs this your big idea? Me on top? Not very original.â
A hand at your ass drags you along his covered cock, already begging for attention. Itâs not original but youâll dry hump him into the mattress until your bones are jelly if he wants.Â
âSit on my face.â
Itâs your turn to pull back. âWhat?â
âSit. On. My. Face.â His hand is already firm against your thighs, forcing you halfway up his chest before you can argue.
âI heard you the first time, just confused how that's supposed to make you feel better.â
âYou underestimate the power of your pussy. Now get up here.âÂ
The shuffle up is less than sexy. Soonyoung is eager from your permission, rushing you up to his mouth until you nearly knee him in the head.
âWait,â you say.Â
Soonyoung locks his arms as you move off him, reflexive because he lets go a second later. Turning, you eye the tent in his pants as you kneel back down. Perfect position to touch him while he touches you.
âOh, fuck,â he grunts, fingers tracing through your wetness despite the horrible angle.
You donât get a chance to orient yourself. Heâs already quick to work with teasing passes of his tongue that turn bolder every second.Â
âJesus Christ, give me a second to get your dick out.â
But he doesnât; too consumed with tasting all you have to offer, wringing you out to dry the second he gets a chance. The flat of his tongue laps up your arousal like itâs more vital than oxygen. There's a wet mess smeared between your thighs from the vigor.Â
It takes all your focus to force down his pants, mouth watering at the shiny head of his cock straining from some heavy petting. You keep steady with one hand, jerking him off into your mouth with the other. Soonyoung malfunctions between your thighs as you swallow his cock, a moan right to your clit makes you fumble that last inch into your mouth.
He chokes you with a buck up but you take it in stride. Sucking harder, lashing against the slit until he whimpers. Normally, youâd exaggerate the wet noises at the back of your throat but with the crude dig of his tongue in your entrance there's no need.Â
âGod,â you warble into his crotch. You arch back into his face, Soonyoungâs fingers digging into the meat of your ass, spreading you out like a full course meal.
In theory itâs hot. Your cunt on his face and his cock in your throat, rutting against each other until you're numb and twitching and covered in each other's mess. In practicality, there is nothing Soonyoung is more relentlessly dedicated to than eating you out until your vision turns white and you have to force him away or risk passing out. It only takes a few minutes before youâre forced to tap out, panting into his thigh and weakly fisting his length with no regard for the mess sticking between your knuckles, as he fucks you along his tongue.
âGonna come, ohâfuck,â you choke. You want him to come too, in your mouth, on your face if that's what he wants. But by some glitch in the universe, Soonyoung is able to hold back and youâre the one racing to the finish first. âOh my god, Soonyoung, fuck.â
You jerk him off, grip tight despite the slick mess of spit and pre-cum. It doesnât help that ever squeeze at the swollen head sends a moan straight into your clit, forcing you hips to rut desperately.Â
âDonât stop. Just, shit â need a little moreââ
You pull one his hands away to take over your short strokes, spitting into his palm and squeezing until he figures out what you want; to watch him touch himself while eating you out. The contrast of his fingers tangled between your own, both glistening because Soonyoung is just as close as you are, gets you there.
âClose.â Thighs locked, you suffocate him but Soonyoung doesnât complain. A palm at the base of your spine forces you down when you shy away from the edge. âOh, oh, oh!â
A sting of your nails into his thigh is all the warning either of you get. Back arched tight, eyes clenched, you shudder through it. Soonyoung doesnât stop, sucking away the fresh wave of arousal, tongue verging on punishing against your clit as you sink.
âOkay, that's enoughâgod,â your voice breaks. âEnough.â
You fall to the side, face first into the covers without effort to soften the blow. The lower half of your body is numb but you can feel his hand skating up the back of your calf.
âGood?â he asks, all too aware of the issue; the smirk is clear in his tone, happy to see you strung out from a few minutes on his mouth.
âShut up,â you warn but the bite isnât in it. The urge to kick him in the head is there but none of the energy.Â
âAre you tapping out on me orâŚ?âÂ
The sound of the drawer pauses in case you say no but the idea of not feeling him inside you sounds like the worst thing youâve ever heard.
âYouâre not that good,â you mumble into the blanket. âFuck me like this, you promised youâd do all the work. Remember?â
âLike this?â he hums, rubbing the head of his cock back through the mess with admiration.Â
He obeys with a wet kiss to your shoulder, parting your legs and sliding between without a word. You soak in the stretch, ass arched into his hips to take it all. The cold bites down your back when Soonyoung leans back to watch.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he whines. âShit.âÂ
He drives into you with a bruising pace, betrayed by his own need to come after having you on his mouth without a tease of relief. You arch into it, the head of his cock dragging deep inside pushing disgusting noises from your lips you pray his roommates arenât around to hear.
âSpank me.â
He loses it for a second. A rough thrust pushing you down the bed and he scrambles to follow. âSeriously?âÂ
âDo it,â you bark.Â
The first strike is weak. More of a firm caress than the sting you crave; hesitant to push for too much too fast lest you take away any privilege he has.
âHarder.â
The next impact comes hard enough to burn an outline of his hand. And another one that makes your tongue feel too big for your own mouth.
âOh, fuck, yeah,â you whine. âMore.â
Arms pinned beneath your torso, all you can do is lay there and take it. Nerves gone, he spanks you like itâs second nature. Like heâs thought about it before.
âGood?â he asks. Sounds more like a beg for validation. That heâs the one driving you crazy, molding your insides to his cock until itâs all you can think about.
âSo good, fâfuck me so good.â
âYeah?â he breathes against your neck, a hand wedging beneath your hips to drag against your clit in messy strokes. âYouâre so hot, fuck.â
There will be a bruise to hide come morning but you canât care. The slap of his hips against your ass, the flame of his hand still lingering on your ass, his cock drilling your insides; there's no room for anything but Soonyoung, Soonyoung, Soonyoung.
You arch your back to feel him deeper only to have him pull out completely on the next stroke.
âNo!â you protest, racing to keep him inside.Â
Itâs no use, Soonyoung flips you on your back before you can convince him otherwise. He hooks your knees over his elbows, spreading you wide and driving home in one smooth push with his teeth at your neck.
âGonna come,â he begs, voice weak. You know his game, what makes him tick and come so hard he goes blind.
âNot yet,â you warn. A rough twist in his hair only works against his thinning resolve and that's exactly why you pull harder until his hips kick into a jilted rhythm.
âI canât â please â I canâtââ
âNot yet,â you gasp. Heâs deep, right in the back of your throat making you foggy. âBe a gâgood boy and wait until I tell you.â
Hips frantic, voice cracking, he tries to hold off; knows it's better when you tell him exactly what to do. Makes him choke into your chest.âFuck, fuck!âÂ
âTell me how bad you want it. How much you love this pussy.â
âLove it, love your pussy.â He folds in half on top of you, desperate. Every drive of his cock into your center forcing your own desperate noises out. âPlease let me come for you.â
âLook at me,â you demand. The command in your voice is paper thin but you're both too lost. His eyes are glassy, frantic to do whatever you ask if it means he can come. âBeg for it.â
âPâplease,â he whimpers through gritted teeth. âPlease let me come. Need it, wanna come. Please. Please!â
Heâs too good to edge. Perfectly pliant to any demand and it makes you want to give him whatever he wants. âGive it to me. Fuck me through it. Let me feel you come for me.â
He latches onto your breast, sucking your nipple as his hips turn sloppy. The squeak of mattress springs are a sound track to his end. You wonât come again but you donât need to. Satiated with the choked whimpers of your name as he swells against your walls, forcing himself as deep as possible like heâs fucking you raw and full of his cum.
Maybe someday youâll let him.
Your hips are sore from being forced in half so long but you wonât move away until Soonyoung comes back down. Less from your own will power, more because youâre running on fumes and might fall asleep with him still inside you. He gives a few more pathetic twitches and then goes slack.
âOh my god,â he groans. âI canât feel my legs.â
âWelcome to the club,âÂ
With the grand finale complete, your aching muscles give out completely. You canât even laugh when one of his hands moves to check your pulse.
âOh my god,â Soonyoung gasps. âI killed you with my dick.â
âYou didnât kill me.â You slap away his hand weakly. Without distraction, the stickiness of your skin from sweat in the worst places settles in but itâs a problem for later.
âA man can dream,â he says wistfully.
âOf homicide by cock?â
âOf dick game strong enough to murder someone.â
He rubs his nose along yours, breathes mingling in a lazy kiss as exhaustion creeps over your both.Â
âYour face smells like pussy.â You slouch into the mattress, deadweight while taking all of his like the perfect blanket.
He kisses you again, tongue teasing at your lips until you give the very real threat of teeth against it and he backs away. âYour mouth tastes like cock so I guess weâre even. C'mon we need to shower again.â
âNooooooo,â you grumble, clinging to him in an effort to delay the chill waiting to invade between you.
âAt least let me get a rag.â
Your legs tighten around his waist, locked at the ankle for dramatic effect. âIf you pull out Iâll cry.â
âWords every man wants to hear,â he hums into your cheek with a kiss. âBut my dick is sore and we both need to sleep.â
âFine.â
When he pulls away you feel empty; devastatingly so. But you donât ask him to comeback. Just pout at the loss and revel in placating pampering you receive in return.
He goes through the steps with familiarity. Wiping away the mess between your legs, tossing your shirt back up from the floor but you forgo it, choosing to sleep naked much to Soonyoungâs delight.
You use his chest as a pillow, curled into his side and tucked under his chin. The steady beat of his heart lulls you off. The last thing you register, on the hazy perimeter at the edge of sleep, is his fingers at your cheek and the ghost of a kiss on your forehead.
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mornings, part three
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI
cw: rafe x fem!reader, talk about use of drugs, dealing, one minor head injury, sad!rafe, soft!rafe, a little bit of angst, fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), nipple sucking, makeup sex, piv, creampie, pet names during sex, praise, etc.
an: i hope you all like part three! i want to quickly thank you again for the love shown for parts one and two. i cannot wait to continue writing. the interactions mean more than i can ever express.
part one part two
the silence that enveloped you was a strikingly peaceful contrast from the loud echo of a gunshot that rang in your ears.
sarahâs scream the moment you hit the ground ran a deep chill through rafeâs body. it was the sight of you, crumpled up on the beach, that snapped him out of his cocaine-fueled rage.
as people at the boneyard ran from jj firing off the gun, you lay perfectly still. rafe jumped into action, running over to you. he cradled your head and to his horror, he felt liquid on one of his hands. you had sustained a small cut to the back of your head when you passed out, an unfortunately placed rock being in the same landing spot as your skull.
when rafe pulled one of his hands away from the back of your head his skin turned nearly white. he looked up at sarah, tears forming in his eyes as he yelled for her to get kie. something in him changed, he realized in that moment how close he was to truly losing you.
kie told rafe to move as she lifted your head, supporting your neck so that she could try and feel for the injury. rafe stood up, walking absentmindedly to the ocean where he rid his stomach of the alcohol heâd drank earlier to try and numb the pain of seeing you again. he felt a hand rubbing his back and looked over to see sarah.
âsheâs okay, rafe. she just got a cut from a rock. kie said everything else feels okay.â rafe felt a surge of relief go through him.
he went back over to you, salty tears cascading down his cheeks as he gently held you, âi love you. iâm so sorry, baby. iâm so, so sorry. you need to wake up though, we gotta get you out of here.â
you began to come out of unconsciousness, just barely catching rafeâs words as the pounding in your head hit you. you harshly shut your eyes, the noise from kie and pope yelling at jj only intensified the pain.
rafe hushed them, shooting a glare towards jj. âhi my sweet girl,â he whispered softly to you, running his hand gently over your forehead.
you opened your eyes to see him. your heart began racing, it had been so long since youâd been this close to him. the way he looked at you, his usually icy blue eyes now warm with concern, filled your stomach with butterflies. ârafe,â you croaked out, your face twisting at the sound of your own scratchy voice, âmy head hurts.â
âi know. just hang in there fâme, okay? weâre gonna get you home.â he picked you up bridal style, silently looking over to sarah to ask her to come with. she quickly nodded, following after him.
the drive back to tannyhill was quiet. you were in the backseat, lying down with your head on rafeâs lap as sarah drove.
the anger youâd been harboring towards the cameron boy was set aside. it was difficult for you to have the energy to be mad when his eyes were glossy with unshed tears, holding you like his life depended upon it.
rafe carried you into the silent home, bringing you to the bathroom where he grabbed a first aid kit. he dabbed at the cut on the back of your head, holding your chin to keep you still.
âthis might hurt a little, just stay still,â he murmured as he focused.
you winced at the initial contact, letting out a slight whimper, âshhh, youâre doing so good for me, baby.â
the gentle tone in his voice made you want to cry. it felt like it had been stolen away from you so long ago, a precious artifact that was a mere memory of your once perfect relationship.
rafe caught the slight wobble in your bottom lip, quickly pulling away from the back of your head. your eyes opened at the sudden lack of contact to see the frown on his lips, âare you okay? was it hurting too much?â
âno, no, itâs okay.â you responded, holding his gaze. rafe nodded softly, finishing up cleaning the small wound before looking you over. you could tell his head was swarming with thoughts, the way he furrowed his brows and brought his bottom lip between his teeth was a dead giveaway.
a part of you was tempted to question him, to ask what he was thinking about and pick his brain to pull out the answers you so desperately wanted. the other part of you told you not to. the possibility of some of your worst fears becoming the truth would completely break you now.
it took you a moment to register the sound of rafe's voice, your eyes snapped up at him, "i'm sorry, what was that?"
"i asked if you needed help walking back to my room."
"why would i be going to your room?" you questioned him, a bit thrown off by his firm tone.
"because you hit your head, it's getting late, and you don't have a way to drive home right now. plus, somebody needs to watch over you to make sure you're okay." he responded, his voice matter-of-fact.
"and that means i'm supposed to crawl into your bed and act like everything's normal?" you laughed humorlessly, the bubbling anger in the back of your mind beginning to rise again.
rafe brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose, pinching it as he took in a deep breath to keep his cool. "don't argue with me right now. you're not going home. you are going to get into bed and let me watch over you."
your shoulders slumped, you knew he was right. with a small huff you jumped down from the countertop, walking into his room and immediately going to his closet to grab one of his t-shirts to sleep in. rafe had followed behind you, not saying a word as you fell into what used to be your normal routine before bed with him.
he stripped down to his boxers while you wanted to hit your head against the wall, your heart betraying your brain as it began to race at the sight of his muscular body.
you rubbed your eyes, attempting to rid yourself of those thoughts before you crawled into your side of his bed. you couldn't help but wonder to yourself if anyone else had slept in this spot, your spot, since you broke up. the idea made you feel nauseated and had your skin crawling.
you shivered at the idea, turning over so that your back was to rafe. you knew you couldn't look at him, not when this felt far more intimate than you were comfortable with. your entire body lay stiff, the tension between you two could have been cut with a knife.
"rafe?" you whispered out, keeping your eyes focused on the small sliver of moonlight that seeped its way through his curtains.
"yeah, kid?"
"why'd you do it?" you felt adrenaline rush through your body, the type of feeling you get after you send a risky text and throw your phone away from you, wanting to know the response but also being terrified of what may be coming.
he was quiet for a moment, "do what?"
"cheat."
"i didn't... i didn't cheat on you." his voice held a vault of emotions. you couldn't bring yourself to face him, unknowingly missing the key to that vault, the way he looked at you like the thought of choosing someone over you would kill him.
"what were you doing with her then?"
"will you please look at me?" rafe's voice wavered slightly, the fear of you rejecting him was unmistakable.
you hesitated, your breath catching in your throat. it was easier to have this conversation when you couldn't see him, it was easier to pretend as though this was just in your head and not a part of your current reality. however, the way his voice wavered tugged at your heart. his vulnerability, that you'd missed so much, made you feel like you had to turn over.
once you moved so you were facing him, you could tell he was holding back his emotions. it was a look you were all too familiar with, one you'd seen many times when rafe would come to you after he'd been in a fight with ward. he always feared that crying made him weak, ward had instilled that into him from a young age, among other things.
he inhaled a shaky breath, "i-i would never cheat on you. i fucked up, badly, but not in that way."
you gave him a confused look, "what do you mean? and if you weren't cheating on me, then why did you let her touch you? why'd you look at her like that? you... you changed rafe. the last few months of our relationship you became a completely different person, you weren't the man i fell in love with."
he winced slightly at your words. "i know," he looked upset with himself, "i- i lost a lot of my dad's money. it was a stupid deal i thought i was in on and the guy ended up fucking me over. i started using again, but i didn't want you to know. i knew how disappointed you'd be. i thought i could just do it a couple times, to feel better. but that turned into me owing barry more and more money. he told me i could pay him back by working for him, selling at parties."
you were disappointed in him, disappointed that he didn't tell you sooner. "rafe... why didn't you say something? instead of leaving me in the dark, literally. i can't count on two hands the number of times i waited for you to come home, just to cry myself to sleep in your bed. this also doesn't explain what happened at the country club." your tone was firm, but not angry.
"her name is sofia. she saw me at one of top's parties and wanted to buy, but by the time she meant to, i'd left. i didn't like her touching me, but she wanted to buy a lot. it would have paid off a decent amount of money i owe."
you analyzed his face, his words, the tone of his voice, anything and everything to try and figure out if he was telling the truth. you knew the way his eyes would dart around the room when he lied, eye contact made it too hard for him, the way he'd pick at the skin around his fingernails as a distraction from the guilt that would arise in his stomach. he wasn't expressing any of his usual tells.
"have- have you been with anyone? since i left?" you asked nervously.
"no- god, no. baby, i've been a wreck. i... i stopped trying to reach out because i knew you needed space. i'm so sorry for how i treated you, i love you more than anything in the world." rafe professed to you, spilling out his emotions that could no longer be held back.
a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and you gently reached your thumb up to wipe it away. the way he leaned into your touch truly made the walls you'd built up crumble away. the small action was a bulldozer, taking them out like they were made of snow.
"i love you too, rafe. i just... i'm scared that you're going to drift away again. that broke me, i've been a shell of a person for the past month. i can't go through that another time." your voice came out just above a whisper, a sad smile on your face as a tear of your own fell down your cheek.
he shook his head, "i promise i won't shut you out again. i can't lose you. you're everything to me, i don't- i won't ever go through another day not talking to you."
he wrapped his large arms around you, pulling you close against his bare chest as he rested his chin on top of your head. you couldn't stop the tears that began falling. you'd be the world's worst liar if you said you didn't miss him, that this wasn't the only thing you'd truly wanted the last month, that you didn't love this man with your entire heart.
he placed a firm kiss on your hairline, "i love you."
"i love you too, rafe."
"let me make it up to you," he whispered against your forehead, moving you back slightly so he could look you in the eyes. you nodded, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible.
he gently flipped you over, laying you on your back as he crawled over you. his arms rested on both sides of your head, caging you in. he brought his rough thumbs to your cheeks, wiping the tears away and placing kisses were they once were.
"you're so beautiful, my perfect girl." he murmured against your skin. you felt a rush of electricity jolt through you, going straight to your core at his words.
his lips met yours. the initial kiss was gentle, sweet, and full of love. they quickly became heated though, the rough dance of your lips was full of unspoken words telling of how badly your bodies needed each other.
your hands moved up and down his torso. the feeling of his warm skin underneath your fingertips made your cheeks heat up. he lifted the hem of his shirt on you, breaking apart your kiss momentarily so he could take it off of you.
his lips went to your jawline, trailing down your neck and to your collarbone. he sucked on your sweet spot, undoubtedly leaving marks that you'd attempt to hide when you went home tomorrow.
your soft moans were a melody to his ears, his favorite song that he'd never get tired of hearing. his mouth moved down to your nipples. he gently took one between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to bring you a sensation of pain that was incredibly pleasureful. his hand reached up to your other nipple, twisting it between his fingers. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to bring yourself a little bit of relief.
rafe tsked, he pulled away from your tits, the loss of contact making you whimper. though he moved down, spreading your thighs apart as he left a trail of wet kisses down your stomach. he hovered over you, the spot you needed him most radiating heat.
he smirked at you, bringing his thumb to circle around your clit softly through your panties. "rafe, please," you whined out.
"please what, baby? use your words." he taunted.
"need you to touch me." your slightly swollen lips forming into a pout.
he couldn't deny you now, not when you looked so sweet, so needy, like an angel sent just for him. "that's my good girl." he said as he pulled down your last bit of clothing, revealing your wet cunt to him.
"such a pretty pussy." you couldn't tell if rafe was speaking to you or to himself. he gazed at your core like a starved man. in a swift motion, he brought his arms underneath your legs, hooking them over his shoulders as his lips attached to your clit. your breath caught in your throat, the moans that fell from your lips were impossible to silence.
he groaned as your fingers moved down to tug at his hair, the vibrations causing you to screw your eyes shut tightly. he could never, would never get tired of tasting you.
his cock throbbed against his boxers. he began grinding his hips against his mattress, you could have sworn it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.
"need you inside of me, please." you whined out, trying to pull him up closer to you. he pulled away from your dripping mess, meeting your lips with his. his tongue pried its way into your mouth, making you taste yourself.
you tugged at his boxers, moving the fabric down so his cock sprung out. the sight of him, red with pre-cum smeared around the tip, only encouraged you further. you pushed them as far down as you could reach and he helped you out by taking them off.
"lay back." he demanded, and you complied. he licked his lips at your nude body, "you're so perfect. all mine. my angel."
he grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times before he lined it up with your cunt. the initial push in stole your breath away. the stretch of him always taking you a moment to get used to. he moved slowly, hips going inch by inch until he was all the way inside of you.
"fuck, sweetheart. always so fuckin' good for me." he bit his lip as he groaned.
"please, rafe. need you to move." he didn't think he could deny you anything when you spoke like that, not that he would ever want to. he moved back, pulling away until just the tip remained inside of you, before thrusting back in all the way.
your back arched at the feeling. he filled you perfectly. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and both of your moans filled the room. they bounced off the walls, echoing your need for each other. he grabbed the backs of your knees, folding your legs up so you were nearly in half. the new position allowed him to reach a deeper angle.
"rafe, feels- feels so good. missed you s'much." he sped up his thrusts at your whimpers. he was overcome by the lust that swirled around his head, clouding his thoughts so he couldn't think of a single thing other than how amazing you felt wrapped around him.
when rafe brought his thumb down to your clit, you saw stars. you felt tears come to your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.
"just like that, just like that, please. 'm so close." rafe's eyes rolled back at your pleas. the way you begged him made him pushed him closer and closer to his peak.
"cum for me, my sweet girl. cum around my cock, you've been doing so good f'me. i'm right behind you." his permission is what send you over the edge. your walls clenched around him as you threw your head back, your vision going white. you yelled out his name, telling the entire world that you were his and he was yours.
rafe was telling the truth, seconds after you fluttered around him he gave one last thrust into you. he held you close to him as his cock pulsed inside of you, filling you up with his cum.
"i love you. i love you. i love you." he moaned out as he orgasmed. his words were a promise to you. he's loved you since the day he met you, nothing could ever change that.
you both breathed heavily as he fell next to you. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest as he kissed your forehead. you looked up at him, giving him a tired, but very satisfied, smile. he couldn't help but give you one in return. the rafe you'd missed so dearly was back, you saw him in the way he looked at you now.
"as badly as i don't want you to get up, you need to go pee." he reminded you gently, giving you a soft pat on your butt.
you groaned, "think you need to carry me. my legs aren't gonna work right now."
rafe let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. it was your favorite sound in the world, it made your heart flutter like you were a school girl who was just noticed by her crush for the first time.
he picked you up, walking you over to his bathroom as he set you down on the toilet. he cleaned himself up and put a clean pair of boxers on, grabbing a new t-shirt for you to sleep in.
that night you fell asleep in his arms. you didn't need to take a benzo to sleep. you didn't pass out with tear-stains on your cheeks or your throat sore from crying. you slept through the entire night, not once having a nightmare that ended in an explosive breakup between you and rafe. and in the morning, when you woke up, rafe was right next to you. he was asleep, his features being illuminated by the morning sun, his limbs tangled with yours, his gentle breathing that had his chest rising and falling beneath your head, it was all him. it was perfect. you couldn't stop the large smile that spread across your face, you could stay like this forever. mornings with him will always be your favorite, after all.
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HI!! how are you??
do you mind doing a poly seventeen relationship with vernon and chan and they spoil her alot?? (smut tho)
thank you!! i love you and your blog <3
18+ / mdi
content: bf!vernon and bf!chan, smut, afab reader, oral (f receiving), handjob, mentions of m receiving oral, mentions of shower sex, etc.
wc: 886
a/n: i couldn't help but write them bickering bc i i just know they totally would in real life.
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"dude, what the fuck? i thought you guys were going to work today. hyung, you literally have a solo song coming up!"
chan's whines were not enough to get you to stop kissing vernon's neck as you cuddled into him on the couch, nor where they enough for vernon, apparently. his hands were very intent on feeling every inch of your tits, something which you did not want chan to take away from you.
"just did some recording from the home studio," was all vernon said in reply, hands now reaching your ass to pull you on top of him, lips finding yours in a kiss.
"i will not be a third wheel in my own home," he grumbled, "move over, you've had her all day."
he made his way to the couch, sitting on the other side of you as he fought vernon for your attention. after a bit of back and forth, vernon gave you one last kiss before leaving you in chan's arms, pleased enough to have had you to himself all day.
it's not like chan and vernon never shared you at the same time, but they just so happened to both be a little possessive. they preferred to take turns to ensure they could each be fully satisfied. and you? you had no complaints.
"i'm gonna go make some hoco. want some, baby?" he asked as he headed to the kitchen.
"mm, yes, nonnie," you interrupted a heady kiss from chan to respond.
"for me too!," said the aforementioned boy before kissing you again.
vernon chuckled and shook his head as he left, taking note that he should probably ask you to shower with him later. he wanted the last word after chan had his way with you.
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"oh, but this is fine? weren't you complaining we took a day off without you literally yesterday?"
now it was vernon's turn to walk in on you and chan. however, this time you were located in the bedroom, with chan deep between your legs as you sat at the edge of the bed.
"sorry, baby. i might've convinced him to stay home since you'd be gone today," you mumbled in between gasps.
"c'mere, baby. my hand is all yours," you gestured him to sit next to you as your other hand held onto chan's head, leading his movements against your cunt.
vernon needed no further encouragement, undoing his pants as he walked over to bed and took a seat next to you, kissing you and letting his hands feel up your tits as you began working him with your own hand â god, he really was a boob guy.
"mmm, missed you today," he hummed between kisses.
"me more, nonn- ah! sorry, channie, fuck, you're being so good for me, baby."
wordlessly, he had demanded for attention while his tongue was deep in you. it was the classic competition for your affection.
"fuck, baby, keep doing that. gonna fuck you later, okay? fuck you to sleep, shit, yeah?", mumbled vernon against your lips. his orgasm was close, you could hear it in his voice. he must've been tired from practicing all day.
"mhm, shit. please," you pleaded before turning your attention to the other boy, "channie, shit, 'm gonna cum soon."
he murmured incoherent words into your folds, nose nudging a particularly sensitive spot as he sped up. you were so into your own pleasure you hadn't realized the poor boy had been using your shoe to hump in order to release his own tension.
you hoped he wouldn't cum from it. you had way better plans for him as soon as you got vernon off with your hand.
a high pitched cry was the last thing you voiced against vernon's lips, soon followed by his own grunts of pleasure as he dirtied your hand with his spunk. he was insistent in kissing you throughout both your orgasms, sometimes not even landing on your lips, but still within the ballpark. it was a disorganized mess, as it usually was with vernon.
chan waited patiently until the two of you got a fill of each other. he'd been enjoying the show you and vernon gave him, lip caught in his teeth up until he reached up to you and stole you away from vernon, instead giving you a taste of yourself through the remnants of his lips.
"stop, i'm the one you should be kissing right now," he complained as vernon chuckled beside you, getting up to get a rag to clean himself with.
"i know, channie," you coo'd, "i'll make it up to you, okay, baby?"
getting up, you held out your hand for him with a smile, leading him to the restroom connected to your room. before entering, you turned back to vernon, nodding at him to follow along and giggling when he lit up at the invitation.
"i'll suck off whoever washes my hair," you proposed once in the bathroom.
you were met with a whiny back and forth between both men, insisting they were the best at washing your hair and that the other had already gotten more than enough attention from you.
in the end, it didn't really matter. you had more than enough in you to satisfy both of them. you just liked to see them bicker over you.
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Welcome Home
summary: you finally graduated college and are home free for the summer, planning to spend as much time as possible with your best friend. what you weren't planning for, however, was the incredible sight of her older brother, Leon, who had drastically changed after all those years. you had never thought you would fall for your best friend's brother.
pairing: leon kennedy (re2) x fem! reader
word count: 9.3k
warnings: smut, bathroom sex, public sex, fingering, dom(ish) leon
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No matter how many young adult fiction books you read, how many love story tropes you think you have seen, there was just one that seemed so unreasonable, it was almost laughable. Because, after all, you spent way too much time with this person to ever even see him as attractive, it had never even crossed your mind. Come on, your best friendâs brother? The boy who was so ungracious, messy, impolite, and had a crude, childish sense of humor? It was just unrealistic.
Until⌠It was realistic.
For all your life, you looked at Leon Kennedy as the young, bumbling boy who tripped over his own two feet at any given opportunity, ready to make jokes at inappropriate times and constantly worked overtime to barge in when you and your best friend were hanging out. He was only two years older than you, but his personality read the same age, if not, younger. Boys will be boysâŚ
You always knew that college would change a person, and you canât deny that about yourself, but it was so hard to look at the people you were closest to and imagine that they, too, changed with college. Your best friend was still the same person you knew since middle school, and all those years that you knew Leon, he had never changed, until he left for college himself. You were confident in knowing that when he came back, he would be the same exact person, just⌠older.
You could not have been more wrong.
âThese days could not go by any faster.â Your best friend whined to you over the phone, a daily routine between the two of you. âI need you home ASAP, Leon is driving me crazy. Heâs being so loud.â
Yep, that sounded pretty in character for him. âI know, just five more days, and Iâm home free, forever. I wish commencement wasnât even happening at this rate, Iâm wasting away here.â
You were finishing up your last days as a college senior at a school that was a thousand miles away from home. The scholarship opportunity was incredible, and you could not say no to this offer. Your best friend chose to stay local, which you inwardly criticized, but would never say to her. You knew her parents could have afforded to send her here, who needs that big of a house for a family of four anyway?!
Commencement was set to happen on Thursday, and it was currently Sunday. Your own parents had flown in to watch you walk the stage, and while you knew your best friend would have dropped everything to come as well, her school chose to hold theirs on the same exact day. Figures.
âI miss you guys. The summers I came home just weren't enough. I have to say, Iâm so glad this internship bullshit is over. It feels like I havenât ever even lived with you.â
You heard her groan on the other line. âI know! Itâs so stupid. Why would a program even make it so you could only intern in the summer? Don't they know you are only in your twenties once?!â
You laughed at her remark, gazing off as you continued the conversation. Classes were over and exams were concluded, at least you had a healthy pile of books to go through to pass the time. You decided to worry about the logistics of taking them home at a later date.
Thereâs something so innocent about getting lost in the world of young adult romance. Some would say it makes their own lives dreary, coming to the conclusion that they could never live out these fantasies in the real world, but to you, it felt real anyways. It only made you happier. It puts some optimism in your life.
The comfy plane read you chose was about a high school girl, absolutely smitten over the five-years-older brother of her best friend. This type of thing, you thought, just seemed too⌠fairytale, to be real. In no world where you knew someone as a child could you grow up and think they were an object of fantasy. You tried picturing you and Leon in this situation. Never!
Admittedly, you havenât seen Leon in like 4 years. The last time you saw him, it was right before you left for college, and your major requires summer internships which leave a very small window for home visits. You never crossed paths during those times. From what your friend tells you, heâs rarely home now, he must have migrated to a new group of friends in college and found other passions. Good for him, you thought, you wish you could say the same, but you needed the income from whatever job you landed from your internship.
He was never really a tiny boy in high school, he was of a pretty average build and rivaled some of the football players, but he was not an athletic kid. You canât imagine him changing that much more, your best friend never talked about him like that, obviously, so, you only had to imagine after the last time you saw him.
From your own personal standpoint, it was just impossible to believe in this best friendâs brother trope. You shut the book and closed your eyes, willing the plane to start moving faster.
As soon as your plane touched down, you whipped your phone out to send a text: As soon as all this shit is put away, Iâm coming straight over.
Predictably, less than three minutes later: YES!! All nighter, weâre 14 again. I have drinks in the fridge.
Willing yourself through all the pleasantries of coming home, promising other relatives you would be by in a few days when you are settled, you merely threw your suitcase down into your room before dashing out to your car, knowing the route to your best friendâs house even with your eyes closed.Â
A tight, running start hug was the intro you both needed as a fresh start to the summer.
âPlease tell me you are home for good now, they aren't making you do any more summer internships?â
You laughed as you followed her into the house. It felt like itâs been forever since youâve been in this large houseâs lived-in walls. âNo, thank god. Iâm officially done. Except for job hunting, but Iâm putting that off for as long as I can get away with it.â
âAgreed.â
As you followed her up the steps to her room, snacks and drinks spilling over your arms, a loud cacophony rang out through the house, coming from the garage. âWhat the hell is that?â You stopped short, listening to it through the closed door.
âWow, thatâs how I really know itâs been forever since youâve been here. Iâm so used to it now. Itâs a band that Leon is a part of. The ârents loaned out a car space in the garage.â
Wow, you thought, multiple things to dissect here. One: this has been going on for some time now, and you never knew. You didnât blame your friend for not bringing it up, it wasnât weird to not mention a new hobby of her brotherâs. Two: Leon apparently knew how to play an instrument. You couldnât recall anytime seeing him play anything, and he had never expressed an interest in singing, so that was difficult to digest. Three: their parents would give up a car space just for them to do this. They still had two car spaces left in there.
âGod, itâs really been that long, huh? Iâll have to get him to spill all about this whenever he comes out.â
You heard a groan from in front of you on the stairs, and you hopped up to be beside her, headed to her bedroom. âIf you can even catch him. Heâs like a slippery snake. Plus, heâs so private, I don't know what happened to him. Anyway, you should come over tomorrow night and pregame with me and the girls, causeâŚâÂ
She droned on, and while you still had half of your brain paying attention to her, you couldnât help but think about that sentence she just said. Leonâs different now? The slippery snake part didnât make many waves, you werenât surprised that a man in his mid twenties didnât want to be bothered, but you didnât expect a whole new personality to come out of him. What happened while he was gone? Or, what kind of epiphany did he have?
âOh, my god, look at this, too. I totally forgot to send you this. Iâm so mad you missed it!â
Your best friend shoved a phone in your face, and you took it, grateful for the mental topic switch. It was a group of four girls and five boys, your old friends, standing along a cliffside in bathing suits. You assumed this was the cliff jumping extravaganza you heard about over the phone a couple weeks ago. And, yes, you were also mad you missed it.
âThis looked like so much fun, I haven't seen all of them in forever. Maybe we can convince everyone to do it again soon.â You looked up and smiled as your friend laughed. You looked back down to the photo. âWho is this?â
She leaned over you as you zoomed in on a man in the top right, his lower half covered by a girl bending forward for a photo, but you could tell he was incredibly toned. His hair was pushed back with water from the lake below, and a broad smile graced his features. You sensed familiarity, but you had never met this person before.
Your friend scoffs. âGirl, what? Thatâs Leon.â
âWhat?!â Has it really been that long since youâve seen Leon in person? Now that you look at it again, yep, thatâs definitely him, but why does he look so different? Thinking back, it wasnât often you spent time with him around after he graduated high school and went to college. You saw him probably even less than you visited home during your college career, and honestly, it has probably been years since youâve seen him at all. âHe looks so⌠different.â
âLike I said, I donât know what happened. Maybe he wonât recognize you either.â You handed her phone back to her. Maybe, you wondered, but you doubted it. Nothing about you changed at all. You woke up every day waiting for a magical overnight nose job and five month glute progress from the gym that you didnât go to, but it never happened.Â
The night carried on, the strange questions about Leonâs college whereabouts pushed to the back of your mind. It felt so good to be back home. The summer was only just getting started, and with the buzz running through your system, you couldn't feel anything except excitement.
âIâm out of water, fuckkk,â You moaned. Your friend giggled at you.Â
âGo get some. And donât fall.â If you were any more sober you would have glared at her for this, reminding you of the time you drunkenly took a tumble down her stairs, but right now, it was only a funny memory as you totally didnât have an iron grip on the railing as you walked down.
The rest of the house was dark and quiet now. You remembered her saying her parents were somewhere else, so you hadnât seen them at all tonight, and there was no longer heavy music coming from the garage. You instinctively turned your head that way, like it would magically start up again.
You stumbled over to the refrigerator, yanking it open and hearing all the bottles clink around on the door. It took you a second to collect your bearings, but after a few more seconds, water was located, and you let your eyes readjust to the darkness as you shut the door. A figure in the darkness made you yelp.
âGoddamnit, you scared me!â You placed a hand over your beating heart.
A deep laugh floated through the air at this, but you were still partially blinded. âHey, you. Iâm sorry, I thought you were my sister.â
Leon.Â
You blinked hard a few times, willing the night vision to return, and a little bit of your drunkenness away. You took a hard look at the man in front of you, as good of a look as you could. You only saw a silhouette, a dark shirt, hair over his forehead, and he was taller than you, wider, stronger. This was not the Leon you remember from high school.
âLeon. Itâs so nice to see you.â You tried your hardest to sound normal, but surely he already knew what the two of you were up to.
âYeah, itâs been a while.â Slowly, your vision was returning, and his facial features were becoming prominent. Eyes. Mouth. Smile. âCongratulations on graduating, back home for good now?âÂ
âYeah, yes. Thank god. Thank you.â You could now tell you were fumbling over your words, and suddenly wanting nothing more than to go back upstairs. âIâll be here a lot more often now, so get used to me.â You walked around him back to the stairs, listening to that low chuckle that you got out of him. God, you really needed another drink.
The night and next day bore on with nothing too important left to remember about it, as long as you were in the confort of your home town again getting fucked up with nowhere to be, it was a great time as far as you were concerned.Â
Though, despite continuing to drink that night and waking up a little unsteady the next morning, you couldnât shake that brief encounter you had with Leon. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could already tell he looked different. His build was wider than the last time you saw it, he even looked a little taller. He had only ever been maybe an inch above you, but since he disappeared to college, it looked like he went up at least five. Or maybe you were shrinking.Â
You were mad it was so dark and you were on the edge of tipsy and drunk to be able to clearly see him. You saw him in the photo of the outing at the cliffside, but you really didn't want to believe that was him. He was almost⌠sexy.
Which was crazy. You had never thought of Leon like that. Yes, there was some sort of novelty to having a crush on the only consistent older man in your life whom you werenât related to, but whenever you came face to face with him, it was just normal. You felt nothing, he was just there.Â
But this⌠this could change everything. Was he actually attractive now? God knows you werenât the best at being normal around people who you thought were attractive, and that could make things infinitely awkward with being around your best friend so often. And your best friend, what would she even think? You canât confide in her to tell her you might think her older brother is hot. This was all messed up. This is not how you wanted summer to start.
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A few days had passed with no rift, and your momentary crisis left with no memory. You discovered, though, as much as you couldnât wait for summer to roll around so you could be free of your duties, your days were much more boring than you had anticipated. With your past summer internships, you were always busy, and had one or two days a week to rest at most. But now, with the summer sun high in the sky and no requirements of you anymore, you were at a loss of anything to do other than sit by your best friendâs pool, baking in the heat.
âTheyâre having some start-of-summer party going on in one of the campus houses tonight, are we down?â
You didnât move your head nor open your eyes as your friend spoke to you. âYeah, sure. It will be more of a time than drinking with just us.â
She sighed. âYou can say that again.â
You pushed yourself up off the chair. âIâll be back, donât drown.â
You listened to her sarcastic response as you went inside the house, needing a moment to cool down, and to refill your drink. As you slid the glass door shut, you were greeted with the sound of loud instruments, reminding you of the first night you came here once returning from school. Leon must have had his bandmates come over some time while the both of you were outside, as you donât remember hearing this, or seeing anyone else. You ignored it, and stalked past the door, headed upstairs to the kitchen.
The music stopped, a door opened, and chatter became clearer without the barrier. You didnât know who else Leon could have here, you didnât know his friends, and you were suddenly too aware of the bikini you had on. Whatever, you soothed your anxiety, I look good.
âOh, hey.â You turned around at the strange voice, not recognizing the person standing at the stairway, headed towards the kitchen. âNow itâs a party.â
âDude, gross.â A more familiar voice followed quickly behind the quip, and Leonâs head became visible as he climbed the stairs. âSorry.â He spoke now to you, visibly doing his best to keep eye contact with you. Now you could really feel your half-nakedness.Â
âDoesnât sound like you guys are making much progress out there.â You joked, turning your head back to where you were filling your water bottle. You heard Leonâs friend laugh, making a remark along the lines of blaming other people in the band, but you unintentionally tuned him out.
âWeâre trying.â Leon was closer to you now, and when you turned, his friend had disappeared, probably into the bathroom. Leon was grabbing drinks from the fridge, and the two of you were separated by the kitchen island, sunlight illuminating both of you.
His hair was a shade darker than you remembered it being, still blonde, but almost brown. It came down to touch his ears, and the pieces of bangs on his forehead were clumped together with sweat. He had on a gray tank, the ones with the arm holes that go down to your ribcage. His arms, god, those armsâ
âDoing anything fun out there?â He walked around the island, even closer to you now, getting cups from the cabinets.Â
You shook your head. âJust trying to become a leather couch while Iâm still young.â You fixed the top of your water bottle back on, but didnât move from your spot, taking the chance to talk to Leon.
âThatâs the spirit.â He placed the cups down on the counter and leaned on it, clearly standing around to talk to you, too. You noticed a bandage wrapped around his right hand as he crossed his arms.
âWhat happened there? Start scrapping with the wrong people?âÂ
He lifted it and looked at it, like he just realized it was there. He laughed softly. âThis might sound gross, but it's just a callus that burst open the other day. Right when I was used to holding drumsticks all the time.â
You sighed a gentle laugh. âDoesnât that hurt, still using it?â
He shook his head. âNah, I just didnât want to start touching shit and get it all gross again.â He set his hand back down. You took the silence to ask another question.Â
âWhen did the drums start? That was never a thing as far as I can remember.â He looked down, slowly nodding his head, as if trying to piece together memories of what his life was like the last time he saw you.
He sighed. âI kind of picked it up during college. I thought it was a lot of fun. I knew a lot of guys at the time who were in a bunch of different bands, so they had access to all these instruments, and I tried a bunch, but the only one that stuck was drums. I guess itâs easy and I like it only because I still canât read sheet music for the life of me.â
You smiled softly at his explanation. Looking at him in the daylight, now, you can see the old him in his features. He grew into his face, his cheekbones slightly more pronounced, and his dimpled chin fitting perfectly into his jawline. His eyes were soft, yet tired. Still the bright blue you remember them being.
âAre you any good?â
He smiled fully at this, looking back up to you. âOf course. I know it sounds like ass right now, but weâre trying out some new stuff. But, and maybe Iâm just biased, I think we have some really solid potential.â
You shrugged, a grin still present on your face. âIâll have to see it to believe it.â
Leon stood up now, grabbing the cups and the still tied together 6-pack. âI agree. Weâre doing a local show next Wednesday night. Iâm always inviting my sister, but she doesnât like going alone, and the rest of your friends donât like that bar.â You smiled at this. Sounds typical of your friends. âMaybe she will come if you will. And, uh, if youâre still with that guy, he can come, too.â
Your brow furrowed at this. âGuy?â
Leon shrugged. âOh, well, she told me in passing that you were with some guy last summer. From around here.â
You paused to think about this, nearly forgetting your whole past trying to rake your brain for a memory. It then hit you. âOh, shit, yeah, that was definitely just a summer thing. He wasâŚâ A douche, conceited, horrible at sex. âNot the best. Iâm not seeing anybody. And definitely not while school was in. I was way too busy for that.âÂ
He nodded, standing up a little straighter. âWell, thatâs good. And fuck that guy.â You giggled at his support. âI think you should come. Iâd be happy to see you there.â
And, oddly, for the first time ever speaking with Leon, your stomach did a flip that only ever happened when you were talking to someone whom you liked. It caught you off guard, and your words caught on your throat.
You nodded quickly, using the opportunity to take a deep breath in. âYeah, Iâll be there. Iâve got the time to, now.â
âCool. I wonât disappoint, I promise.â With that, Leon bounded back across the room and down the stairs, opening and shutting the door to the garage. You sighed deeply. You didnât like the feeling that was creeping up inside of you.
Putting your newfound conundrum aside for the night, you resolved to let loose and get back to enjoying the summer the way you had intended to. You were almost tempted to stick around and listen once his band got started with the music again as you were on your way outside, but decided against it, as your friend would surely be asking what took so long.Â
Part of you wished Leon had gone to this little party tonight, considering he knew all of your mutual friends, but he was never the party type before this, and it seemed that college did not change that much either. It would make sense if he had a gig coming up, they must be preparing, but you didnât picture him to be much of a perfectionist. Maybe that changed as well.
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âWhy are we going to this again?â Your friend asked as she followed you out of her house, locking the door behind her. She seemed awfully quick to keep up with you for complaining about doing something she doesn't want to.
âI donât know, it gives us something to do. Leon asked me to come. Now youâre coming with me.â
âWhat? Why did Leon ask you to come? He doesn't ask me.â The two of you slid into her sleek black coupe.Â
You shrugged as you fastened the belt. âI saw him the other day when I was here, I came in while we were out by the pool. We were just talking. And he said he does invite you, by the way, but you never go.â
She was the one to shrug this time. âMaybe he does. You think there will be hot men here?â
âWeâre both hoping.â You half-assed the response, but you already knew the answer was yes. You could never tell her you think Leon is attractive now. You had been mulling it over the past few days, ever since you spoke to him, and you had no choice but to confirm it. He really, really grew into his body. You could even push the curiosity aside to wonder what it was about college that changed him like that, you were just thankful it happened.
Your local bar looked just as you remembered, dark and looming from the outside, people filing in and out simultaneously. It was much busier than you had ever seen it, but the show was most likely the reason for the sudden influx in customers.
The crowd was a thick mass, and you had trouble even spotting the stage when you walked in, but once you and your friend had found a nice little corner, vacant of bodies, and conveniently found a third mutual friend to stand by, the room seemed a little less stuffy.
You absentmindedly scanned the crowd, people hoarding in front of the stage, waiting to be the first to break open the mosh pit, presumably, people in the back drinking idly and chatting, almost like they don't even know a show is happening this night. You found yourself looking for Leon. He was in the building somewhere. You wished you could have told him you were there, but what good would that have done? He wouldnât have come out to say hello, there were preparations to be had back there.
God, shut up already, you willed at yourself, annoyed at the mere fact that you couldnât stop thinking of Leon.
Admittedly, you thought of that first scene more often than not recently. The muscle shirt, ribcage exposed, thick arms, sweet smile and bouncy cheeks with a strong jawline, the vision came to you during the day, at breakfast, while you were scrolling your phone, late at night, when the moon was your only company.Â
You wondered what he would look like tonight. You were so anxious for him to step out on stage. Would he see you?
Your friend stumbled sideways into you, knocking you out of your monetary stupor. People were now starting to crowd in, hence the bump, and you were assuming the start of the set was about to happen.
On cue, the lights went darker, the roar of the crowd exploded, and people rushed on stage and took their places. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Leon, who, from what you could only see from the backlight so far, had on another muscle shirt. It made your legs feel like jelly.
The lights went on, and after a brief introduction from the front man who was holding a guitar, they started. Leon was right, they were pretty good when they werenât rehearsing new material. You knew this wasnât the type of music your best friend was into, but to your surprise, she was bopping away with your other mutual friend, both of them holding drinks. Thatâs probably why.
Turning back, you could see Leon clearly under the lights now, which were strobing in and out, flashing different colors and patterns. His hair was pushed back this time, exposing his forehead, and looking brand new. You liked the way it looked on him, it made him almost look older. Everytime a strong beam of light would shine down on him, you could see the glistening sweat on his skin, his face. He was so focused on hitting the beats, and succeeded everytime, and you were so enticed by it.
This was a side of Leon you never thought you would see. It was so clear, standing in the crowd watching, how much he belonged up there. He looked so confident, every move was made with ease, no hesitation, and you could feel yourself melting.
It was like a headrush, you didnât think you would enjoy it this much, but clearly, every moment took your breath away. Yes, you were looking at Leon the whole time, but who could really tell?
Soon enough, the show ended, and the crowd was applauding for what felt like ten minutes as the individual members left the stage, thanked everyone, hopped down to talk to others. You were interrupted with your people-watching when your friend grabbed you by the elbow to let you know she was headed back to the bar for more drinks, and you absentmindedly nodded while you turned back.
You caught the back of Leon, dipping behind the stage into the back of the bar. The tips of your fingers tingled with⌠something, some emotion you couldnât read⌠and you let your body take over as you weaved through the crowd, headed to the back.
People bumped you and yelled in your ears as you squeezed in between them, paying them no mind, on a mission of your own.
After a few seconds, you reached a hallway, a few people lingering by the bathrooms, and you spotted someone, you recognized him as the frontman, dipping behind another doorway, chattering loudly to people behind the wall. Times like this, you wished you had decided to down some liquid courage.
You stalked slowly over to the doorway, seeing flashes of shadow as people walked by, unsure if you should hang out or go in. Most likely, you werenât welcome, it was probably for performers only, but you couldnât help it, you continued inching closer, drawn in by an unseen force.
As you took another step inward, a figure rushed out and crashed right into you.Â
âOh shit, Iâm sorry, bathrooms are that way if youâre looking for them, this is restricted access.â You looked up at the man you walked into, you didnât know who it was.Â
âOh, umâŚâ You backed up a step, and though he was making moves to walk around you, he was waiting for a response. âI was actually waiting for Leon⌠the drummer.â You added in the title, just in case this was a man who worked at the bar with no affiliation to the band. But, to your relief, he nodded.
âIâll get him, just chill over there, âkay?â
You dumbly nodded and backed up again. The hallway was lit with fluorescents, the bright white kind, but it was still dark, with the walls and floors looking slick with condensation. You opted not to lean up against them.
âHey, youâre still here?â A voice snapped your head back over to your left, and you saw Leon walking towards you. âYou didnât leave with the rest of them?â He must have seen your other friend there as well.
You shook your head. âTheyâre still here, I think. Just getting drinks.â He nodded. âI told you I would come.â You held your arms out in a here I am gesture. He laughed.
âIâm so glad. I didnât see you while I was up there, but⌠I do tend to just tune everything else out when I play.â
âYou did great. You were really good.â You spoke, almost breathless for no apparent reason.Â
He smiled softly, his eyes holding contact with yours. âThank you.â His hair was now starting to fall back into place on his forehead, his face was still red with exerted energy. Your eyes wandered, without your permission, his arms were shining under the hallway lights, still sweaty. You looked away, but he saw. âYou look great tonight.â His voice was low, and a twist went straight down your abdomen.
You smiled back. You briefly looked down at your outfit, simply a short skirt and loose band tee. âThank you. Itâs nothing.âÂ
âI like it.â He looked back into your eyes, and you found yourself lost for words. He broke eye contact for a second, turned around and looked into the back room where, presumably, the rest of his bandmates were. He turned back to you. âYou know,â He looked down, and took a step forward towards you, slowly, as if to test the waters. You stayed put. âItâs been so long since I saw you last. I almost didnât recognize you the first night you were at the house.â You grinned at the memory. You were also equally stunned to not know Leon had changed so much. âNot that you werenât before but⌠Youâre beautiful, now.âÂ
Your stomach sank at his words, and with his new proximity to you, it caused you to have to look up at him. You felt a strong shiver course up your body.
âI really⌠I didnât recognize you. You look so different, too.â You whispered, knowing he was close enough to hear you. âI didnât even think it was you at first.â
He simply stared at you for a few more moments, taking in your words, and the way you looked in front of him right now. You were suddenly self conscious, but his gaze seemed to tell you that he liked whatever he saw.
âI⌠donât want to back you into any corners hereâŚâ He looked down, still not meeting your eyes. âBut youâre giving me a⌠vibe. And Iâd rather fuck around and find out than never know if I donât try.â
You stood up straighter, coming closer to meet his face, his eyes finally touching back onto yours. âWhat kind of vibe?â You had to say something, anything, because you could barely comprehend this situation right now. Leon was catching a vibe from you? Could he tell that you were looking at his body? Could he tell that you thought he became very sexy?
He tilted his head a little further, and his brow bone cast a shadow over his eyes, darkening them. Another shiver down your body. He shrugged. âI think I just⌠think you are incredibly attractive, now.â His eyes darted down your body for a quick second before resuming their previous place. âAnd I want to know if you want to just try it out. Just once.â
You took a quick, silent breath in. He must have been picking up your messages, even though you said nothing and only spoke to him once. Was that one conversation that powerful? Was it the hint you dropped about not being with that guy anymore? Was this something he just knew he was going to attempt as soon as he saw you? You didnât know, and you really didnât have the time to think it over.
You reached up and placed a hand on his chest, slowly taking the shirt on his body in your hands, pulling him closer, but with no force. His eyes darted up behind you, and he turned his head quickly one more time. He saved you the trouble, and dipped his head down and kissed you hard.
You sighed instantly, fully gripping his shirt and dragging him in closer to you, pushing your body against his as you could feel him move towards you at the same time. You were exploding, you didnât know what to do with the rest of your body, and could only bring your other hand up to his bicep, where he then palmed your waist. He pulled back after a few seconds.
âFollow me,â His face was flushed, and when he turned around, you were very quick to follow. He maneuvered the two of you through the back room, where people still were congregating, but none of them paid much attention to the two of you. You passed by his other bandmates, and when he turned the corner, he pushed open a door, and ushered you inside. It was a bathroom. âThis is the best I can do right now.â
Instead of replying, you simply grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him in. The room was dark, you could tell from under your eyelids as you felt the heat of his face on yours again, and you were at least happy for that, you werenât too sure you wanted to see the state of the barâs bathroom at this moment.
His hands found solace again on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles, and fingers teasing along the waistband of your skirt. Leon pressed himself further into you, sandwiching you in between him and the wall, and the stark difference in temperature between the two caused another series of shivers to run up your body.
Leonâs mouth left your lips, now wet and slick with his saliva and yours, and traced them down the length of your jaw, along your neck, nipping at the tender skin, making you sigh and arch your back, increasing the contact of your bodies. Your hands dragged along his sturdy shoulders, reaching around and locking your arms behind his neck, holding him in as he worked your neck, and as his hands started to move. You kept breathily gasping as he bit underneath your jawline, fingertips caressing your jutting hip bone, dipping lower, causing ripples to erupt in your core.
He had positioned his hands now to take purchase on the hem of your skirt, full intentions of pulling it up, when he released his lips from your neck and his face was back in front of yours.Â
âSorry that this is all we have.â His voice was low, and you almost didn't hear it over the static of the bar music softly coming in through the speakers. âWe can wait if you want.â
His hand was still positioned on your clothing, and you didnât let go of him even a little bit. You could only look up, your head already touching the wall behind you. âWhereâs the thrill in that?â
Under his shadow, you saw his lips quirk up slightly, he breathed a laugh, and dove back in to kiss you. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging, hearing him groan at the sensation. The hand that was ready to hike your skirt up did just that, and his other was gripping your thigh, lifting it higher so he could slide himself right in between.Â
He made himself comfortable pressed against you, and you could feel his erection growing through his jeans, giving himself some sort of friction, and you pushed back, earning another groan through your still connected lips. You dropped one of your hands from his hair and traced down his bicep, and into the large hole of his shirt, relishing in every ridge that his ribcage and abdomen had to offer. His skin was so smooth, you knew you would never be able to get enough.
He backed away from the kiss briefly for another moment. âIf I never saw you that day you came inside, half naked⌠in my house looking like thatâŚâ He continued to grind himself into you as he spoke, earning noises from the both of you. âWho knows how long I would have to wait?â The hand on your thigh crept upward, leaving a wake of shivers in its path. His palm was flush to your bare skin, reaching the joint of your thigh and hip, and he squeezed the flesh of your hip, digging his thumb into the sweet spot, making you squirm. You clawed at his back, you didnât even care if it hurt him. You were sure it didnât.
Leon hovered his mouth over yours, not connecting, but enticing you, and you could only look up at him through a foggy gaze. His hair had now fallen back over his forehead, streaked with sweat, but you hardly minded the way it was touching yours, you wanted him closer. It was impossible how, through the shadow he cast from the light behind him, you could see his blue eyes so clearly, pupils blown, the way he was looking at you made you want to drop dead.
You couldnât wait any longer, you didnât even have words to say back to him, you just needed to show him what you thought, how you felt, you just needed him. Your hands came around the front of his body again, not losing contact the entire way, and grasped desperately at his belt, needing to pull out his girth, needing to have his cock in your hands, mouth, in you.
You gasped, trying to form words, but his presence was so dominating, you almost couldnât. âLeonâŚâ You breathed, and your fingers couldnât work the clasp fast enough. âLet meâŚâ Finally, it slid open, you pulled the two ends of the belt apart, and made quick work to free his dick from its constraints. Your knees buckled, and you started sliding down the wall.
As you were about to hit the ground, his hands hoisted you back up from under your arms, and you could have whined, the frustration growing, the time only growing in between you getting to have him in your mouth.
âNo, Iâm sorry,â He grunted as he pulled you up. He put both hands under your thighs, and you gasped as he suddenly picked you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck for balance. âYouâre not getting on this floor for me, weâll save that for another time.â
Another time. Fuck, just those words alone had you melting in his grasp, his strong hands and arms holding you up, walking you around the corner of the bathroom and shutting the two of you in a stall.
âBut, you already started this for me, so,â He had you pressed in between himself and the wall once again, one of his arms was still holding you up in the air, legs wrapped around his torso. He tried to separate himself as much as he could to pull his cock out, you reached down in between the two of you to help him, pulling the waistband forward so he could pull them down.
Your breath caught as he pulled it out, a solid, thick length, rock hard, and you were suddenly so mad he wouldnât let you suck it, because, fuck you would have sucked the life out of him at just the sight of his dick.Â
Once he was free, he stroked himself a couple of times, causing himself to moan, and shit, you almost did, too, and he went back to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up over your hips, exposing your small underwear. He eyed them for a moment, humming in acceptance, before sliding them sideways and exposing your aching pussy to the cool air. You, in contrast, were overheating in this bathroom, but now that you were free, it felt so nice, and it felt even better when he ran his fingers along the length, in between your folds, pressing into your clit to watch you squirm again under him.
You sighed loudly, moans slipping out with your breathing as his contact with your heat felt like heaven, your head leaned back and hit the wall, but you didnât care, you couldnât feel it, you felt nothing but Leonâs fingers right now.
âFuck, youâre so wet already,â He was breathing heavily, and you choked out a whimper when he slid one of his fingers in, and it wasnât stopped with any friction. You also couldnât believe how wet you were, but then again, you would jump hurdles to be able to suck his dick right here and now, so it must have gotten you worked up. âYou feel so good around me.â He mumbled, practically groaned out, sliding in a second finger with ease, the slick sounds becoming louder as he worked you open, and while it felt so good, you just needed him to fuck you already.
âLeonâŚâ You kept whining, unable to say anything else, mind fading, only wrapped around the feeling of him pleasuring you, fingering you, loosening you up for him. âPlease, LeonâŚâ You moved your hips, trying to signal to him to pull his fingers out, but he resisted, his hand following the movements of your hips, only going deeper, causing you to squeal when he went as far in as he could.
âStay still, take itâŚâ Now he pushed himself back against you, finding your lips again and kissing passionately, trapping his fingers inside you, and when you felt them move inside of you, you couldnât help but squirm against him. His tongue caressed your lips, the inside of your mouth, and your tongue as he was so entwined in kissing you and in fingering you to the edge, his other hand gripping relentlessly at your ass.
After what felt like forever, he backed away, strings of saliva connecting your mouths, his eyes darker than ever, and you, breathing heavily, working to regain composure. He slid his fingers out, a small hiss escaping your lips with the emptiness.
âFuck,â He sighed, and he looked back down in between you two. He adjusted his grip on your thigh and ass as he used his now free hand to line the tip of his cock up with your entrance, you felt a throb hit the core of your pussy at the mere sight, and you instinctively tightened when he teasingly dragged the tip along your lips, not giving you what he knew you wanted.
You sighed frustratingly, and couldnât help it but to reach down and wrap your own hand around his dick. The sudden contact made him gasp, but he caught your hand and prevented you from piloting the moment.
âJust relaxâŚâ You didnât need to look up to hear the smile painting his face, and as much as you wanted to protest, you knew he had the upper hand. This time. âYouâll get it, just be patient.â He drew a couple more lines into you, with your hand still trapped under his on his cock, which you could feel it throb every few seconds, and he finally pushed the tip into you.
You whimpered, whole body going slack, and you drew your hand back from his dick to find closure on his shoulder, steadying yourself as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. He had to stop every other second to collect himself as well, jaw tightened, hands gripping bruises into your hips and legs, a long, deep sigh once he was bottomed out.
He brought himself closer to you, relishing in the feeling of you being wrapped around him, unmoving, and he had his face in the crook of your neck, as if to ground himself from the feeling. Your body was shaking slightly, and you could barely breathe with his weight on top of you, but it all felt so good. His skin was slick, sweat coating anywhere that wasnât exposed to the air, and your hands drawing deep scratches into his shoulder blades.
âFuck, fuckâŚâ You felt Leonâs lips moving against your throat, and his breath was hot, you could tell he was desperate to move inside of you, but he was still. âYouâre so tight, godâŚâ His lips moved up to place gentle kisses along your jawline, and your head rolled to the side to give him more access. He stayed there for a second, teeth grazing your skin, and after a while you were ready for him to start moving.
You picked your head up and turned sideways, forcing him to look directly at you, wasting no time in reconnecting your lips, and, while continuing to kiss you, he slowly slid out, and pushed himself back in.
The both of you were glued to each other as he continued to thrust in and out, your hands gripping impossibly hard on his shoulders, thighs shaking, breaths choppy. His eyes never left your face, he was watching your expressions so closely, you had no control over whatever was happening to you, you could barely breathe, you were so focused on the feeling that Leon was delivering, you simply ceased to acknowledge the setting you both were in.
âGod, LeonâŚâ You choked out in between gasps, head hitting the wall over and over, trying to helplessly grind your hips into his when he thrust up, but you had no energy to move against him. He took the initiative, and every time he would plunge into you, he would stay there for a beat longer, and make sure your previously ignored clit was getting the friction it needed, which made you whine even louder.
His breaths were so heavy, spitting out âFuckâ, and âOh, shitâ, and âSo goodâ every few seconds, letting his train of thought loose as he let himself go, and lost control of the pace.
One of his hands let go of your thigh, and it landed along your chin, forcing your head down to look into his eyes. âHow does that feel, hm? So hard to move in you, so tight.â His voice was a broken mess, just breaths, essentially, but it was all you needed to spur you on.Â
You simply nodded, knowing the words were nowhere close to coming out right now. Even if you tried, it would be a mess of moans and gasps. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting that point to split you open, your pussy was endlessly wet, enough to fuel a whole round or two, and he let you know.
On another thrust, he pushed himself in and sat there for a moment, your moans spilling out without reserve, you both tensed as the unmistakable sound of the creaking door was heard.
Leon took his right hand, free from holding you up, and laced it over your mouth, silencing any sounds of pleasure that you had left in you.Â
You were both stiff, eyes wide, and he had his head swung in the direction of the noise. The footsteps approached the counter and turned the sink on. If they were to walk around the corner, they would see Leonâs legs under the door, and could have easily walked in, considering he didnât shut it all the way, it was just stopped by his body behind it.
He slowly turned his head back to face you, you couldnât move due to the weight of his hand, and you wanted to writhe under him so bad, feeling his cock throb still deep inside of you while you both were still. Tears were practically forming in your eyes.
He locked eyes with you, and without a sound, mouthed the words Be quiet.
He kept his hand clamped over your mouth, but he slowly adjusted your position so he could slide out of you at a snailâs pace. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to move, and you used all of your remaining energy to hold yourself together, being overcome by the pleasure while also staying conscious of the person who was still at the bathroom sink. You were glad there was still music playing outside in the bar, and the sink was still running, because if it were dead silent, they definitely would have been able to hear the wet sound of Leon pulling out, and fucking back in.Â
He held eye contact with you while he continued to do this, holding you so tightly to make sure nothing made any noise,and a devilish grin broke out onto his face. He was enjoying every second of this.Â
He was basically getting off on the idea of pushing you to your limit, forcing you to obey what he asked you to, even if it would benefit the both of you rather than just one. If Leon were shameless enough, he could have told them to fuck off, but instead, he held you here, silenced you, yet drove you to the fucking brink just to watch you fall apart. It made you want to cum right then and there.
After what felt like ten, twenty, thirty minutes (fifteen seconds), the sink shut off, a moment of silence, and the door creaked open again. Leon took his hand off your mouth and you both sighed deeply. While holding you still, Leon leaned back to look through the door to confirm you were alone once again.
âYou were barely holding it together, I thought we were going to get caught.â He said on another thrust into you, bringing your faces closer once again. You swallowed hard, instinctively choking back moans now.
âY-you⌠you were making it hardâŚâ Gasps, again, as Leon was determined to make everything he asked of you difficult.
He brought himself closer into you, and spoke lowly. âGood,â With swift moves, his free hand was around your throat, holding your head back, and he was relentlessly bouncing you up and down on his cock.
The pressure around your throat and the pressure building in your core at his movements was all overwhelming, your hands were cutting crescents into his bicep from your nails, but he hardly took notice, he was so busy moving the both of you as well as keeping an eye on your face to watch how you were responding to his movements, he was too preoccupied.
The slick sounds coming from your pussy were evidence that the situation was much more of a stimulant than you ever expected, and the sound alone brought you so close to the edge.
âI bet you loved almost getting caught.â He groaned out, his movements stuttering, and you knew he must be close as well. âI bet it was driving you crazy, having to shut up while I gave it to you. You took it so well.â Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, you wouldnât even be surprised if you were drooling at this point, Leon had all the power now.
âLeon,â You whispered, no energy for your full voice anymore. He understood.
âTake it, baby.â He thrust harder and harder, pressing you flat against the wall, the tip of his cock hitting all the deepest points. âIâm almost there, you feel so good.â
âFuck, Leon,â If you could grasp any harder against his arms, you just did. âFuck, Iâm so close.â
âYou got it, come on, cum for me.â He pressed his forehead into yours, grinding into you on the inward thrusts, making you fall apart in his arms. A few more thrusts, grinding a few more times, and a squeeze to your throat had you gasping in a silent scream around him, panting wildly letting your orgasm loose.Â
He fucked you all the way through it. âShit, that felt so good, fuck, Iâm gonna cum,â You watched him as he chased his own, sweat beads dripping down his face, his hair coated in it. His hips stuttered one more time, and as he released his seed into you, he buried his face into your neck, whimpering and biting again.Â
He pulled out of you, and it wasnât missed by either of you the way his cum dripped out of you and onto the floor. You cracked a small smile when you heard him breathe a laugh.
âIâm sure thatâs not the first time this bathroom has seen that.â He looked back up at you, breathing heavily, arms shaking from holding you up. You tapped his arms, hoping your legs were strong enough to stand on your own. He lowered you slowly, making sure you were stable before letting you go.
âI hope thatâs what you wanted. I might have gotten ahead of myself.â He was still standing in front of you, neither of you made moves to leave the stall. You leaned against the wall for support.
âI would have stopped you a long time ago if it wasnât, Leon.â He smiled down at you, breaths steadying out. He nodded his head.
âComing to the house any time soon?â
You laughed out loud this time. âIâm sleeping over this weekend.âÂ
He smiled wider at the sound of your laugh. He leaned in and kissed you again. âCanât wait.â
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Sleep Well | Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
Criminal Minds songfic based on/inspired by the song Sleep Well by d4ad. Angst/fluff
Summary: After having an argument with Spencer, you storm to your hotel for the night so you can get some sleep and take your mind off the argument, but you end up having a bad nightmare and you donât know who else to call⌠(Told from reader's POV)
Warnings: Nightmares, violence, argument, general CM themes. (Nothing too graphic.)
Word Count: 3.2K
A/N: My first fic!!! I'm so excited to start sharing my writing with you guys, and I really hope you all enjoy this fic! I'm planning on making songfics a regular thing on my blog, so feel free to request any songs you'd like me to write about in my ask box! (As well as any other things you'd like me to write about.)
As you were putting on your bulletproof vest in the conference room, you heard someone open the door. You looked over to see Spencer glaring over at you, his bulletproof vest already on.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked in an accusatory manner, clearly bothered by something.Â
You paused for a few moments, confused and taken aback by his tone. âIâm getting ready to head out with the rest of the team. Is something wrong?â
âWhat's wrong is that you're getting ready to go to the field when you know you're not supposed to.âÂ
You let out a small sigh, realizing what this was about. Technically, he was right; you weren't allowed to be back in the field for another few days due to the ear injuries you sustained when a bomb went off a little too close for comfort during one of the BAUâs cases about a month ago. However, you were very careful in your day-to-day life, and the doctor said you were making rapid progress in terms of your healing.
âSpence, I only have a handful of days left, and considering the kind of unsub we're dealing with, I'm sure it's fine.â You paused for a few moments before continuing. âPlus, I have earplugs,â you said while turning your head in both directions so he could see them. Unfortunately, he still wasn't convinced.
âIt doesn't matter, Y/N; you haven't been cleared by a doctor yet, so you can't go out into the field. You should just focus your attention here,â he said while pointing at all the photos and paperwork sprawled around us in the conference room. âYou should look it over; there mightâve been something we missed.â
You raised your eyebrows at him and let out a snort. âThat's the best excuse you have, Spence? I appreciate the concern, but I'm going. This unsub is highly dangerous, and we need all the help we can get.â
"No, you're not,â he replied sternly.
âWho died and made you Unit Chief?â you scoffed, feeling your annoyance growing. âI'm going with you guys, whether you like it or not. I'm a grown woman, and I can handle myself just fine.
Although Spencer had a tendency to be stubborn, his behavior right now was foreign. You began walking toward the door, and just as you were about to grip the doorknob, you felt Spencerâs firm grasp wrap around your wrist. You looked over to see him staring at you coldly.
âY/N, you're not going. I can't let you put yourself in danger.â
You suddenly felt your blood boil. Who did he think he was to act like this? To grab you and order you around? Treat you like you didn't know how to take care of yourself?Â
You snatched your wrist away and quickly turned to face him. "Actually, Reid, I'm going to go wherever I please, seeing as you have no authority over me whatsoever.â You were silent for a few moments until the perfect remark suddenly came to mind. âSomebody obviously needs to work on respecting boundaries,â you said slyly, opening up the door to leave, but he spoke up, stopping you in your tracks once more.
"Well, somebody obviously needs to work on following orders,â he muttered.
That was it. Your annoyance and anger finally bubbled over, and you lost it. You both began going back and forth, snapping snarky remarks at one another with no mercy whatsoever, your words piercing each other like knives.Â
âYou just can't put aside your fucking stubbornness for the good of the team, can you, Reid?â
You could tell that those words hit him hard because from one moment to the next, his whole demeanor changed. âI can't put aside my stubbornness?â He said quietly, breathing shakily as he did.Â
He spoke up once more, this time at a much louder volume. âYou're the one who can't put aside your stubbornness, Y/N! You can't admit the fact that you're not currently fit to do your job, and your stupidity is putting yourself and the entire team at risk!â
You begin to open your mouth, ready to retort, but he cuts you off. âFace it, Y/N, you're weak!â He was practically screaming at this point, the veins in his neck sticking out as they pulsed rapidly. Suddenly all you heard was a sharp ringing, and you fell to the floor, tightly clutching your ears in an attempt to make it stop. As if on cue, Derek ran in to diffuse the situation.Â
Caught up in his anger, Spencer spoke again, still yelling. âSee?! This is what I'm talking about. If you can't handle me raising my voice, how are you going to go in the-â
âReid!â Derek yelled, your whole body wincing as he did.Â
âGive it a rest; can't you see she's in pain?â He said harshly, turning his attention back to you immediately. He helped you stand up, and you quietly thanked him before turning to Reid.
âWell, you got what you wanted,â you said softly as you removed your bulletproof vest. âGood luck out there, Dr. Reid.â Your tone was full of dejection and defeat as you placed the vest on the table. You didn't even bother looking at him or Derek as you walked out of the conference room, through the bullpen, and out of the precinct.
You ended up walking outside for a while before deciding to actually head to the hotel. The night air soothed your soul and brought you comfort as you wandered the streets aimlessly. However, you knew you couldn't stay out there forever, no matter how much you wanted to.
When you walked into your hotel room, you placed your stuff down on a small lounge chair and flopped onto your bed, letting out a large sigh. You remembered you had turned your phone off once you walked out of the precinct since you desperately needed space, so you grabbed it out of your bag and turned it back on just to make sure you hadnât missed anything important.Â
You had a few missed calls from Derek and Garcia, along with a text from Hotch.
âTake the night off. We'll talk first thing tomorrow morning.â
You let out a groan, knowing what that message entailed. You decided to shower before heading to bed, hoping the water would cleanse you of what you were feeling.
You step into the shower and are welcomed by warm water, instantly feeling at ease as it falls on your cool skin. Unfortunately, the feeling doesn't last long as your mind wanders back to the argument. You didn't understand why Spencer was so frustrated, so stubborn, and so mean to you. His words continued to echo in your head, and you eventually broke down, bawling your eyes out from the sheer pain you felt inside. The fact that he called you weak shattered your heart into a million tiny pieces. You guys had been close friends for years, and that's what he thought of you? Really? You felt stupid and betrayed, especially because you've had a huge crush on him for years now. All that love, care, and admiration felt like it amounted to nothing now.
Wanting to just put this awful night to end, you turned off the shower and continued getting ready for bed. You grabbed your pajamas out of your go-bag and lazily went through the rest of your nighttime routine. You then walked out of the bathroom and dropped on the bed in defeat, falling asleep as soon as you slipped under the covers.
You and Spencer walked quietly through the dark warehouse, the cool, eerie air causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You scanned the hallway with your flashlights and guns in hand, only to be met with nothing in each room you had checked. You reached the end of the hallway and slowly moved your hand over to twist the doorknob before you heard Spencer yell from the room behind you.
âY/N!!! Hel-!â
You raced to him only to find the unsub holding him at gunpoint. Spencer had a few cuts on his face, probably from being pistol whipped.
âDrop the gun right now, or I will shoot,â you said sternly, aiming your pistol right at his head.
âAh, not quite! Place your weapon over on that table, or your lovely partner here gets a bullet to the brain,â he spoke, motioning his gun over to the small wooden table to your left. Having no other choice, you walked over and placed your gun on the table, turning back around to face the unsub.
âGood girl! Now, allow me to take care of one small thing before we begin,â he said, directing his attention to Spencer. He hit Spencer over the head with his gun, using as much force as he could muster. Spencer immediately dropped to the floor, and you screamed.
âShhh, don't fret, darling; now the real fun can begin,â he said as he slowly walked over to you. His ominous tone sent chills down your spine.Â
âYou see, the only reason any of this happened..." He paused for a few moments, looking you dead in the eyes as he said his next words, âis because you're weak.â Immediately, he swung his gun across your face, causing you to fall to the floor. He began kicking you, yelling at you as each kick landed.
âYou'reâ kick âjustâ kick âa weakâ kick âbitch.â
Your whole body writhed in pain, praying one of your teammates would come to rescue you and Spencer. As the unsub continued, all you could do was look at Spencer and feel flooded with guilt.Â
After what seemed like forever, the unsub brought the beatings to a halt and proceeded to walk back over to Spencer.
âAnd now, the grand finale!â
You used all your force to croak out a small ânoâ as you watched him stand behind Spencer and inch the gun towards his head, preparing to shoot him. He cocked the gun and then turned to face you.
âRemember, this is all happening because you're a weak FBI agent who couldn't do her job,â he said coldly. âThe only reason I'm keeping you alive is so that you can watch this and know that it's nobody's fault but yours. Your weakness is to blame, and your consequence is to live with the guilt of your mistakes.â You watched him bring the gun to Spencerâs head and pull the trigger as you wailed.Â
Suddenly, you were back in the hotel room, your clothes soaked with sweat. You were shaking like a leaf and rapidly hyperventilating, feeling like your heart was going to burst out of your chest from how hard and fast it was beating.Â
You instinctively reached for your phone and called Spencer, your heart rate increasing each time the phone rang.
Suddenly, it stopped.
âHey Y/N.â
As his words echoed through your head, you felt a sense of both relief and dread. You realized that you had just had a terrible nightmare and that Spencer was completely fine. However, you were also immediately reminded of the argument you had with him earlier and suddenly froze.Â
âY/N? Are you there?â Spencer spoke once more, only to be met by silence.
âY/N, is everything alright?â
Not knowing what to do, you hung up the phone and threw it across the room, sinking back into the covers almost immediately. You couldn't believe that this night had somehow managed to get worse. You wanted to scream as you felt the tears creep up behind your eyes, feeling absolutely helpless and worthless.
You felt weak, just like Spencer said you were.
You let out soft sobs into your pillow, not knowing what else to do with all the emotional turmoil stewing inside you. You thought about calling Garcia or Derek, but quickly realized they'd be either working or asleep, and bothering them was the last thing you wanted to do right now. You continued to cry, hoping you'd tire yourself out and eventually fall asleep between sobs.Â
Surprisingly, you actually ended up falling asleep, but it didn't last long. You were suddenly awoken by a series of knocks on your door, the noise causing you to sit up in bed. You sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at the door and wondering if you had just imagined the noise. You knew you were wrong when you heard a few more knocks, along with Spencerâs soft voice.
âY/N?â knock. knock. knock. âPlease let me in; I want to talk.â
You were in shock. Why was he at your hotel room so late at night? You felt your heart race and your body shake as you tried to figure out what to do. You knew you two had to talk at some point, and you did really miss him, but you didn't want him to see you. Not like this. Your eyes were red, puffy, and swollen from all the crying; your hair was messy; and you were wearing an old baggy t-shirt and shorts.Â
Basically, you looked like crap.
Despite all this, you knew you had to let him in. You reluctantly got out of bed and approached the door, twisting the handle and slowly opening the door to meet Spencerâs eyes.
He quickly rushed into the room, his urgency taking you by surprise. Once he was inside and had put his stuff down, he began examining every inch of you with an intense, worried gaze. He could tell you were in pain, and the worst part was that he knew it was his fault.Â
"Reid,â you croaked, clearing your throat before continuing your sentence. âWhat are you doing here?â
He began fidgeting with his fingers, thinking of a reply. He looked so meek compared to the argument earlier.
âYou called a little while ago,â he said softly. âI spoke multiple times, and you never said a word. I had tried calling you afterwards, and you wouldn't answer.â His eyes met mine. âI was worried about you.â
âWell, as you can see, I'm perfectly fine, so you can leave now.â
âY/N, please-â You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
âReid, it's late. You need to leaveâ you said sternly, swallowing your tears as you practically pushed him toward the door.
Before you could open the door, you felt him wrap his arms around you, causing you to freeze. He began to speak, practically whispering in your ear.
âY/N, please. I can tell you're not okay, and I know I'm to blame. Let me make it right, please."
Maybe it was how distraught and desperate he sounded as he spoke, or maybe it was because you were finally in his warm embrace after missing him for so long, but you couldnât hold back your tears any longer. Spencer just held you as you cried softly, trying to comfort you any way he could while he waited for you to calm down.
âCan we go to the bed, please?â you requested softly.
Spencer gave you a small nod with a weak smile. âOf course, Y/N.â
You walked over and laid down on the bed, shifting your body away from the edge of the bed and then patting your hand down on the empty space, urging Spencer to follow suit. He took off his shoes and gently laid down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you placed your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat soothed you as you listened to its echo in his chest.Â
âSo why did you end up calling tonight?â He asked softly, running his hands through your hair as he spoke.
You took a deep breath before answering, doing your best to maintain your composure, or whatever you had left of it.
âI, um, had a nightmare. We were on a case andâŚâ Your voice trailed as the nightmare flooded your thoughts. âIt was a bad one. I had to make sure you were okay, so I called you as soon as I had woken up. Once I heard your voice, I was reminded of our argument from earlier and realized I just had a nightmare, and I froze.â
You then explained the entire nightmare in detail, a few tears escaping your eyes as that horrid scene replayed in your head. Spencer just listened the whole time as he held you, stroking your hair or holding you a little tighter at times while you spoke.
Once you finished, he opened his mouth to speak. âY/N⌠I'm so sorry. I never wanted to argue with you; I just couldnât handle the thought of you getting hurt again, and I snapped.â His voice was shaky as he spoke.Â
âI thought I had lost you in the bombing, and I couldn't let you get hurt again, not if I could do something about it. I care about you too much to let you get hurt again.â He paused for a few moments before continuing. "But I spiraled, and I was wrong. I ended up hurting you anyway.â
You opened your mouth to speak, but he began talking again before you could even get a syllable out.
âYou're not weak; you're one of the strongest people I know. You're strong, brave, and courageous, and I admire you so much.â His voice began to choke. âI never wanted you to think you're weak because you're so far from it. I'm so, so sorry."
Now, you were both crying in each other's arms, holding each other tightly as you each whispered words of comfort into the otherâs ear in between your sobs. At one point, you both coincidentally lifted your heads up and locked eyes with each other, causing both of you to laugh at how much of a wreck both of you looked.
âWe look like shit,â you said, catching your breath from that sudden fit of laughter.Â
âYeah, we sure do.â
Spencerâs gaze suddenly changed, and he had a similar look of sadness from earlier as he spoke his next words. âWell, I should probably get going, shouldnât I?â He got up, but you reached for his wrist before he could go too far.
âUm, this is probably wildly unprofessional and all, but could you spend the night with me, Spence?â You could feel the blush on your face burn your skin as you waited for his response.Â
âOf course, Y/N. Iâd love to stay the night,â he replied warmly, bringing a smile to your face.
You both went into the bathroom and got yourselves cleaned up. Spencer changed into his pajamas and quickly joined you in bed. He laid down and wrapped his arms around your waist, tucking his head into your shoulder, right by your ear. Just as you were dozing off, you heard him murmur something into your ear.
âI love you, Y/N.â
You suddenly felt your whole body get hot and instantly turned around, wondering if you were just hearing things.
âWhat did you say, Spencer?â
âI said I love you. I love you and care about you so much, and from now on, Iâm going to spend every second of every day loving you, no matter what.â He planted a small kiss on your forehead after he spoke, pulling you into his chest and wrapping you tightly in his long arms. He felt so warm, so comfortable, and so right. You felt like you could just melt into his arms and become a part of him. You knew you belonged in his arms.Â
âI love you too, Spencer. Sleep well,â you whispered softly, nuzzling your head deeper into his chest before finally drifting off to sleep.
Thanks so much for reading!
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