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⯠I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO MY DAD . . . for teaching me everything he knows ( dick grayson & jason todd as dads ! )
â fem!reader as mom, fluff, not edited, based on this req.!!
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. . . DICK GRAYSON !
dick was always great with kids; his natural warmth, patience, and humor made him a magnet for them, even before he became a father. he often thought back to his days as robin, remembering how bruce wayne took him in and gave him stability, and he wanted to offer that same feeling ( and definitely more ) to his children.
when you two first talked about having kids, he was equal parts excited and nervous about it. dick worried about balancing family life with his vigilante responsibilities, but he couldnât wait to start a family with you. he knew that no matter what, youâd face it together
your first child, a boy, inherits your husbandâs bright energy and natural charisma. from the moment your son was born, dick was a hands-on dad. midnight feedings? no problem. diaper changes? a breeze ( well, almost ). he approached fatherhood the same way he approached everything elseâwith passion and a healthy dose of humor
heâs not just the dad who builds the coolest blanket forts or makes pancakes shaped like bats; heâs the dad who listens, encourages, and shows up, no matter how tired he might be after a long night of patrol. even when exhaustion clings to him like a second skin, his kids come first. if his son wants to show him the new drawing he made, dick will sit down and marvel at it as if it belongs in a gallery. if his daughter has a nightmare, heâs at her bedside in seconds, stroking her hair and whispering how sheâs okay and nothingâs gonna hurt her while heâs here until she drifts back to sleep
heâs the dad who remembers every detail about his kidsâ livesâtheir favorite bedtime stories, their least favorite vegetables, the songs that make them smileâand makes sure they feel seen and heard every single day. when heâs with them, heâs fully present, setting aside his worries about blĂźdhaven or the weight of his world. to them, heâs not nightwing; heâs just dad, their safe place, the person they know will always be there no matter what
he teaches your son how to ride a bike, holding the seat steady as those wobbly first attempts make an appearance. âyouâve got this!â dick encourages his son, jogging beside him. when the first scrape happensâknees meeting pavement in a blur of surprise and painâheâs there in an instant, crouching down with the kind of gentle urgency only a dad can master
his strong arms wrap around his son in a hug that says, iâve got you, even as tears well up in the young eyes. heâs quick with jokes to soothe the sting, brushing dirt and pebbles off tiny palms. âhey, you know what? youâre officially a biker now. all the pros have scars to prove it.â
it doesnât matter if heâs running on just a few hours of sleep or if his legs are sore from the night before. heâll stay on that sidewalk all afternoon if it means helping his son find the courage to get back on the bike
when your daughter is born, itâs as if a new light ignites in dickâs heart, one thatâs softer and warmer than anything heâs ever felt before. from the moment he holds herâtiny, delicate, and swaddled in pastel pinkâheâs utterly smitten by the baby. his breath catches in his throat as her little fingers curl instinctively around one of his. itâs the smallest thing, but to him, itâs everything. he gazes at her with an awe that rivals the first time he stood under a gotham sunrise after a long patrol as robin
every little thing she doesâevery yawn, every sleepy coo, even the way she scrunches her noseâmelts him completely. heâs the first to volunteer for late-night feedings, cradling her against his chest while whispering soft lullabies. âitâs okay, princess,â he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, as if the sound of it alone could shield her from the world
sheâs the spitting image of you, but sheâs got dickâs sense of curiosity and mischief. as she grows, itâs clear sheâs a daddyâs girl through and through. dick spoils her with affection, often carrying her on his shoulders or letting her âstyleâ his hair, even if it means showing up to patrol with hair ties
sheâs the one who always convinces him to stay for âjust one more bedtime story,â and dick can never say no to those puppy eyes. he does all the voices, acting out scenes with a dramatic flair that leaves her giggling uncontrollably
family movie nights are a regular occurrence. dick lets the kids pick the movie, even if it means sitting through the same animated film for the fifth time. he doesnât mindâheâs just happy to have everyone snuggled up together
. . . JASON TODD !
jason never thought heâd be a dad. gotham wasnât kind to kids, and in his darker moments, he felt like it had swallowed the boy he used to be whole. he worried his own traumasânights spent cold and hungry on the streets, the ache of betrayal, the sting of abandonmentâmight cast shadows over the kind of father heâd want to be. how could he teach love and trust when his world had been built on survival and second chances?
the thought of holding a child, so small and fragile, scared him more than any villain ever could. what if he didnât have it in him to be the kind of dad they deserved? what if his sharp edges cut too deep, or worse, he failed to protect them from the city that had failed him? jason had spent so long fighting his way through life that the idea of creating a safe, warm space for someone else felt like trying to plant flowers in a wasteland. and yet, the thought of building something goodâsomething untouchable by gothamâs darknessâstirred a longing in him he couldnât ignore.
when you told him you were pregnant with your first child, he was stunned silent for a solid minute. then came the slight tremble in his hands as he cradled your face and whispered, âweâre really doing this?â you swore you saw tears in his eyes, though heâd deny it later
he threw himself into preparing for fatherhood. between patrols, youâd catch him reading baby books, jotting down notes in that same serious way he planned missions. ( âwhat the hell is a diaper genie, baby? is it a genie for diapers, or does it genie them away?â )
when your first daughter was born, jason held her for the first time with an awe. he whispered promises to her, things like, âyouâll never go through what i did,â and âiâm gonna give you the world, princess.â
jasonâs daughters own him. his rough, serious ide of personality melts into a puddle of mush when they so much as giggle at him. one pouty face, and heâs done for
when theyâre little, he becomes a human jungle gym. theyâll climb all over him, pull on his hair, and stick stickers all over his face while he sits patiently, letting them âdecorateâ him. ( âyouâre turning me into a unicorn, huh? cool. just donât let your mom take picturesâtoo late? figures.â )
as they grow, he keeps a close eye on everything, from their friends to the neighborhoods they walk through. heâs not overbearing but has serious dad-radar. if they so much as mention a creepy guy or a mean teacher, heâs all, âdo i need to handle this? no? you sure? okay, but say the word.â
by age eight, theyâve both mastered basic self-defense, thanks to âdaddyâs fun time karate sessions.â he makes it a gameâlots of laughter and encouragementâbut underneath it, heâs deadly serious
when theyâre older, he teaches them how to change a tire, handle their own money, and, much to your exasperation, how to throw a punch. ( âjason, they donât need to know how to disarm a grown man at ten years old!â âbaby, itâs gotham. yes, they do.â )
heâs the kind of dad who makes pancake breakfasts on weekends, complete with smiley faces and way too much syrup
on fatherâs day, his daughters surprise him with handmade cards every year. jasonâs tough demeanor cracks every time he reads their scrawled messages: âdaddy, youâre my hero.â
and jason as a father to teenage girls? lord, help us all.
when his eldest goes on her first date, he plays it coolâfor all of two seconds. he grills the poor kid with subtle threats hidden behind a charming smile. ( âso, you like my daughter? good. treat her right, or youâll have a real bad night. understand?â )
you have to remind him not to tail them when they go out. âjason, theyâll know youâre following them.â âiâll stay a block behind. theyâll never see me.â
but despite his overprotectiveness, heâs their anchor during tough times. when they experience their first heartbreaks, he is there with hugs, ice cream, and the kind of pep talks that make them laugh through their tears. âanyone who doesnât see how amazing you are isnât worth crying over. youâre the todd girl. we donât settle for less.â
deep down, jason worries about failing them. he knows what itâs like to lose everything, and the thought of his girls experiencing even a fraction of that makes his stomach churn
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Itâs my desire to give myself to you | p.js
âchildhood friend!jisung x f!reader
genre: smut, romance, 80s au, childhood friends au, lost communication, open ended
synopsis: being the youngest in all friend groups has always proven to be beneficial for jisung but heâs no longer that little boy you met years ago. so why wonât you look at him for what he truly is: a man. heâll have to prove it to you then.
warning(s): ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! obsessive and whiney jisung, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk jisung, vaginal fingering, implied age gap although itâs not significant, public indecency, unprotected sex, bratty jisung, praise kink, bulge kink, begging, creampie, virginity loss (virgin jisung), alcohol consumption, infantilization mentions, overbearing mother.
wc: 11.6k+ || soundtrack || ao3
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an: happy end of the year fic, Iâd consider this an accomplishment (writing 3 fics in one year lol)
Summers began to be the best thing for Jisung starting at the age of nine. He might have gone to summer camp reluctantly at first, not wanting to join his older brother. He had enough of seeing him all the time at school and home so why did his parents think it was fine to take away his precious summers of pretending to be an only child? It was a rough start, thatâs for sure; but being taken under the wing of older kids served to be more fun.
Up until the age of sixteen he lived in bliss waiting for the day summer break to begin and be back where he felt free from the watchful eyes of his parents, only seeing them twice a month for visitations. As for his brother? He had his own life to run and the two barely bumped into each other which was a blessing in disguise for him. His bags were always packed weeks prior to the departing date and when his mother started to ask if he truly wanted to go âfor she has been missing him terribly due to their increasing mommy-son datesâ Jisung didnât hesitate on turning her down. Summer camp is all he looked forward to, the only thing he put effort into school for.
Nowadays the only yearly highlight comes in Winter for the holidays in the form of season greetings cards. Heâs learnt to conform. âYou get what you get and you donât complain.â Is what he told himself often and thatâs all the fight he has left in him the faster the years pass by.
âNo mail for me?â Jisung asks with that same pleading whine laced onto his voice upon entering his parentâs home. Leaning down to kiss his motherâs cheek while she shuffles through the mail. She hums, elongating her words while flipping through the envelopes of bills and season greetings. Hoping her hesitance would cement the feeling of disappointment onto her son once more. âWell, it doesn't seem so⌠Oh! No. Here you go.â His mom utters with a slight smile, cruel as it is. âTook them longer to send this year. Thought the Y/l/n girl was going to fully desert you this year.â She quips balefully. Jisung gives her a quick glance before looking at the picture.
This is the most he sees and hears from you nowadays and it has become unsatisfactory. He wonders where things went wrong more often than he wants to. When he wakes up he thinks about it. When he brushes his teeth and showers he thinks about it. Heâs burnt his hand thinking about why your letters minimize little by little every year and it so happens to be that this year he only received a happy birthday letter leaving him in the dark for the following ten months until today. If you can call it that, all the card says is: âMay the beauty of the Holidays bless your home with happiness.â Signed off in golden glitter: The Y/l/n Family. No hand written note on your part, no acknowledgement at all. Heâs sure your mother only sent it as his address hasnât been erased from their address book. Otherwise, heâs not sure if his âhopefullyâ mother-in-law knows or remembers who he is.
âSheâs been busy.â Jisung defends in a murmur, turning on his heel to walk upstairs to his room. âShe told you that?â His mother yells back sardonically once he turns the corner. He ignores her but the glimmer of her pearly whites blind him through his peripheral view. A reminder that he can try to ignore reality but his mother will always be there to remind him. She wouldnât understand it. She wonât understand when all she sees is that little nine year old coming back from camp excitedly telling her about the friends he made and the pretty girl he wouldnât stop talking about.
Or the ten year old that was so ecstatic to come back and ask her for her pretty paper to write a letter to that same pretty girl that finally hugged him and gave him her address to write letters to. She took his too and put it in her âimportant thingsâ box. Jisung saw you do it.
But Jisung is twenty-two now and lives off of the crumbs he gets to devour whenever he rereads every single letter youâve sent him. His favorite ones are the birthday letters when you send him pictures of yourself with cakes youâve baked for him even if he couldnât eat them. Heâs content knowing you cared for him that much. He clings to hope more when this year the cake looked even prettier but not as pretty as you in the multiple pictures sent.
He doesnât entirely care if you only sent one this year or that you did not reply to his own birthday letter for you. Heâs glad that you still cared enough to bake him his cake and let him see how much prettier youâve gotten. One of those pictures is in his wallet at the moment.
Itâs insane, no? To fall so head over heels for someone that has never been his. Jisung has known you for over ten years but nothing has progressed past embraces, friendly hand holding, and constant cheek pinches because you found him awfully cute. He still feels your touches linger despite lastly seeing you in person at sixteen.
Longing is the word heâs looking for. Longing and yearning is all heâs done since that last time he saw you and it becomes worse through the years with little to no communication. He wonders if youâre truly that busy to not spare him a few minutes to write back. Or if youâve found someone that has prohibited you from contacting him further.
He foolishly expected a letter for his college graduation the way you sent him one for his high school graduation but it never came. Heâs kept in contact with his other summer camp friends but theyâre no good with information regarding you. Most but one left in the dark about your whereabouts. The last he heard from Jaemin, you had gotten a job and as vague as it is, thatâs all he told Jisung.
Useless but also valuable. He envies Jaemin sometimes. He was the only one able to get far more closer to you and he doesnât fully know how to feel about it. While you spent treating Jisung like a child, like a younger brother, things were always complicated between you and Jaemin. Vague as he is, to be specific.
All he can do now is lay on his bed with a cassette he bought precisely because you recommended it. He doesnât like it but he does like you so he will endure. Endure like heâs done with anything regarding his yearning for you.
With your deliciously perfumed letters, fountain ink stains all over the pages, and images of you scattered across his bed with the music full blast on his walkmanâ Jisung revels in the pleasure of your indirect touch. Your fingerprints embedded on the paper and their oils seeping into his own skin the way they did years ago with every single one of your touches. He wished those touches were far more than playful and cuteness aggression. That the times your fingers lingered were because you wanted him as near as he wanted you. But once again, he will conform.
Conform, conform, conform.
In his state, Jisung doesnât hear his motherâs covert steps when he twirls on the bed with images of you laying on his face. And he surely doesnât hear her when she cracks the door open to spot his hands lingering on his thighs, memories of the time Hyuck and Chenle snuck alcohol on the grounds and all of you had a ball with it. He remembers your hands vividly on his short-clad thighs, giving them gentle squeezes as you chewed his ear off. He remembers the names Ralph Machio and James Spader spewing from your lips here and there. He wanted to shut them up with his, consumed by jealousy but also wonder how theyâd feel against his.
Of course he didnât, the alcohol made things seem funnier than they were and he wouldnât overstep. Not when he knew his role in the group was to be cute and be taken care of. Thatâs how you liked him most, he noticed.
And when he twists again to fight off the temptation of letting his fingers crawl to the hem of his pants, a face heâs known all his life is looking at him directly. Startling more when frustrated. âPark Jisung!â leaves her lips, sending his body into a shocking jolt and his walkman flying across the room. His body crushed the photographs he was admiring, much to her delight.
âMom!â Jisung whines, holding onto his dangerously fast palpating heart. He huffs and pants, attempting to relax himself before dropping another word. âWhat?â He aims to say calmly but sheâs far from that. Her hands on her hips and a stern look around his bed transmits her disappointment, disgust, and anger.
âI read your grandmotherâs letter and it turns out she will be spending the remainder of the month with us after all.â Silent scoff, as if this was the most absurd thing. âTake a run to the mall and get her a gift. I didnât count on her even contacting us.â Well, that explains her foul mood. Itâs made worse when all he musters is a nod but doesnât make an effort to stand up. God, how she would love to pull him by those raven locks or his ear. Whatever gets the message through.
âWell hurry!â Thatâs all she can muster.
So Jisung does, collecting everything he can and shoving it into a locked box while his mom turns to walk out the door. Embarrassed is all he feels besides shaken up from the scare he gained.
âDonât forget your gloves and scarf. Donât want you to catch another cold.â She mutters while mixing whatever she was cooking. It smelled fine but he knew her food became dangerous when cooking upset. It had a life of its own. He hums as a reply, wanting to leave it at that. âJisung.â She calls again, calmly this time, turning halfway to look at him.
âForgetting something?â
He shakes his head, bundled up under all warm clothing.
âSure?â
He nods and she huffs, walking towards him. She kisses his cheeks and the tip of his nose, cupping his face. That reminds him, manifested in a sigh and a smile that he leans down to kiss his motherâs cheek.
âBye.â
âBye.â
His bid farewell always leaves him upset. Heâs twenty-two, why does she still treat him like he was three? Just yesterday his brother couldnât stop pinching his cheek after buying him a crepe. Continuing to compare him to a cute little hamster despite Jisung having surpassed him in height.
Three weeks ago when he met with Jaemin to talk about you, the words âcuteâ and âadorableâ would not stop spewing from his lips the way bile does. With the exception that Jaemin welcomed these in comparison. Mark, similarly enough, always clutches his face with restraint from crushing his skull and then engulfs him with a bone crushing hug that leaves him aching for minutes to pass.
He thinks Jeno is the only one with sense that treats him his age, yet heâs caught him other times babying him at the arcade. Especially when a stranger playing against Jisung wants to get quippy and there he becomes that eleven year old that Jeno and Hyuck had to defend from some idiots that had just watched Star Wars and felt inclined to the dark side.
Jisung decided to take the car, it was getting colder and he felt the remnants of snowflakes begin to fall even if they could only be seen under a microscope but he was sure of it. He contemplated walking in hopes of ailing himself to disturb his motherâs sanity but proved futile knowing sheâd hover over him 24/7 until betterment. Therefore, his sanity would be the one disturbed.
For such a busy season, the streets looked empty and the mall itself wasnât entirely full besides the movie theatre parking lot. Their billboard lights blinding him the longer he stares to see which movie seemed fun. He should at least get some enjoyment out of this. He can decide later. RIght now he has to pick up something he thinks a geriatric angry woman would like.
Letâs see⌠She likes disgustingly small yappy dogs like chihuahuasâ as angry as her. She likes cats as sick as her⌠some yarn and new patterns should be a good gift. She doesnât like those.
Decidedly, Jisung will take a stroll towards the end of the mall. Taking his sweet time to enjoy the scenery of the water fountain. He truly does like the mosaic. The flamingo pink tiles crawl up into a gradient of green tiles that surround the mouth where water spurts out. In better times, it shines under the sun. Right now, not so much.
He doesnât leave before throwing in five pennies. Five for his birthday and five for safe measure that his wishes are secured. He always wishes for the same two things. Three to hear from you and two to beat Jenoâs centipede high score.
Jisung smiles and nods to himself, walking past the fountain, some water spraying on him. He doesnât mind, heâll take it as a sign that one of the two is to be granted soon.
Halfway through a cinnamon sugar pretzel after nearly choking from its dryness, Jisung decides to touch his heart and not gift his grandmother something she doesnât like despite her being such a vile woman. Instead he should give her something that she wonât ever be able to lift and only admire which leads him to Sur la Table on the east wing of the mall. He grumbles and huffs annoyedly at the walk but he knows itâll be worth it. Hell, maybe heâll steal it for himself when she goes senile.
The only thing that he appreciates about this wing is the warm yellow lights from French and Italian wannabe restaurants that aim to attract hungry consumers and cooks. He enjoys the set up at Sur la Table, mainly because he gets to play with their faux kitchen setups and the shock on peopleâs faces when they overpay for these cookware items. Fooled into consumption from their fabricated experience.
He plays with some of the display pots and pans, twisting knobs and reading tags to see how pretentious heâll feel after learning about Swedish enamel. He doesnât know how much that matters âif it's a cash grabâ but it sounds fancy. Before him, he prepares some plates. A nice hearty bowl of Caldo de Gallego. Jisung doesnât know nor understands what it is but he remembers hearing it while flipping through the channels when his father got cable. A monumental moment for him.
âNo dessert?â
And just like when his mother scared him shitless back in the privacy of his own room. A familiar voice snapped him out of his public exposition daze.
He goes through the same motions he went through back home. Clutching his harshly palpitating heart, panting and huffing to regain his composure, and feeling embarrassment. If he went through this once more today, heâll definitely faint for good.
Itâs far more embarrassing this time around. He took advantage that the store was nearly empty and no one came to this side of the store but he was proven wrong. Worse yet, the person that scared him was waiting for an answer.
Jisung still feels and hears his heart blaring in his ears but he tries to act cool. Only to fail when his knees buck once he registers the face thatâs been accompanying him for the past ten months in his wallet. Albeit something was different. The length and color of your hair thatâs for sure.
âDonât be a stranger, come on.â Your voice is as sweet as he recalls.
Fuck, how he missed itâŚ
Your arms extend to him, pleading for his embrace. Jisung doesnât hesitate to give you what you wantâ as always. Swaddling you with his long limbs and making sure you canât let go until he is done savoring this moment. Heâs truly craved this for as long as he can remember.
A soft giggle works to ease his grip, letting you go with a nervous chuckle of his own. âSorry.â He speaks, shyly covering his mouth with a sleeve covered hand. The apology not only yours to receive but himself as well for reacting like the little boy he was when you met; for the miniscule regression. He takes in your light head shake but tender smile. Itâs a different scene from when he last saw you. Thereâs an obvious distance that he does not like.
âHow have you been? Youâve grown so much!â Instinctively, your hands reach for his face, cradling it while attempting to restrain yourself from pinching his cheeks. Youâve already overstepped by touching him. Instead you give him an awkward giggle and the following words. âWhat happened to my little Jisungie? Youâre even taller than last time.â Jisung can sense your desire to grab him and handle him like you used to but for some reason youâre holding back.
âPlease, please donât deny me this. Touch me, hug me, pinch me⌠Just please touch meâŚâ Jisung wants to blurt out. Heâs been starving for years and he finally has you before him, so why wonât you feed him? Donât be so gluttonous, pleaseâŚ
Jisung wonât voice any of it, he opts to nod with that same gummy smile that you love. âGrowth spurt, stuff like that.â He attempts to sound nonchalant but heâs so giddy that he canât contain himself. You read him like a book.
âSo, uh⌠What are you doing here? I never thought Iâd see you in my town.â He questions, scratching his head. Youâve always been a good eight hours away from him, meeting him halfway for camp. Six if you count Chenleâs birthday party in â81 in which his parents paid for everyoneâs transportation.
Your hesitance doesnât go unnoticed by him but he wont prod. Heâs content with having you near, he thinks so. Heâll be sure to start throwing quarters into the fountain for granting him this wish at least.
âWork actually,â You hum, body swaying while you nod. âOh, right! Jaemin mentioned you got a job, congrats!â He celebrated with genuine happiness but the inkling of curiosity never left him.
âPlease talk to me. Please say more, I crave your voice. Please, Iâm too malnourished, canât you see?
âDid he?â
âThat was about it. You know how vague he can be.â
You hum and nod again. This awkward cycle frustrating and hurting him.
Jisung has not spent the past six years missing you for this encounter to be short lived. Heâs aware six years was a long time ago and heâs definitely lost contact with other friends but theyâve never mattered the way you do and thereâs no way heâs going to waste this opportunity.
âHey, why donât we catch up, yeah?â He clutches his arm, swinging a bit and lips puckering before pressing them tightly amongst each other. Your immediate reluctance is easily spotted and it only makes him ache more. Heâs not sure what has elicited this behavior but whatever it is, heâll kick himself over it when youâre not around.
âI donât know, Ji⌠I have a report to work on.â You avoid his gaze, knowing that the second you see his pleading eyes youâll cave in. He knows that too and he knows that if he makes his voice a tad bit squeaky, youâll begin to crack. You always do.
âY/n-ie, pleaseâŚâ He tilts his head, crouching to meet your gaze. His big round eyes glistening either from the lights, his own natural charm, or the tears that will spill if you pay him no mind. He doesnât mean to pout but when his lower lip involuntarily juts out you let out a defeated noise through your teeth followed by grabbing his cheeks and stroking them softly, uttering a âFine, fine!â to satiate his nerves and your own craving of touching his face like you once did.
His grandma can wait, itâs not like sheâll even use the cookware set any time soon.
âWhat were you even doing back there?â You break the silence, both walking towards the exit. Without you looking, he tosses a quarter out of gratitude into the fountain when passing by. He swears he can see the tiles gleam and let out satisfied clinks. Theyâre just as thankful.
With a hand to the back of his neck, he laughs softly. Head turning to you with excuses in mind yet he opts to tell the truth. âI like to pretend itâs my own kitchen whenever I go in there.â He laughs embarrassedly to which he is received with a silent âcuteâ and observing look.
Heâs glad he distracted you but it also feels like a backhanded compliment. Adorable. RIght, thatâs what you still think of him.
âBy the way. Do you mind grabbing a drink instead? Not a huge fan of coffee⌠Unless you want to of course.â Jisung suggests, putting his gloves on once both reach outside. He notices your lack of scarf and undoes his while you contemplate an answer. Halting your train of thought when he wraps it around you which ends up making you blurt out a âSounds good!â in return.
Itâs no surprise that the car ride was full of silence but at least the radio muffled your thoughts and hopefully his own if he had any regarding the atmosphere. There was a part of him that grew resentful and hurt with the lack of conversation but the greater part was ecstatic to have you so near. This is what heâs dreamt and wished for for years and he finally has it. He does not plan on wasting any millisecond of both your times.
Jisung wasnât an avid drinker and did not know much about alcohol besides what his friends have shown him. His parents didnât drink and his grandmother would shove a can of miller high life onto his hand if he ever spoke more than his usual five sentences. The way parents shove a bottle into a crying babyâs mouth to put it to rest. Why did he request a drink instead, though? Simply to gain some courage. Lord knows heâll need it if things keep going the way theyâve been.
The place he took you to wasnât that different from the ones youâve been to during your college days. With ugly stained yellow walls, dart boards and old decorations hanging on them. Wooden columns covered in thick layers of resin as were the counters and tables. Grumpy beer-bellied bar tenders arguing over the football game playing on screen right now with already drunk customers. Yeah, not ideal for a first date but the only bar he knew. The only piece worth being valuable a signed poster of James Hunt.
What the hell was James Hunt doing in this fuck ass town?
He let you go in first upon finding a booth hidden in the back of the bar. Far more darker and cozier at this end. Perhaps due to the lack of distance he kept between you two when he himself slid in, his arm instinctively resting on the backrest of the booth around your head. The need to simply wrap it around your shoulders killing him.
âPretty cold out there, right?â Jisung began, removing his gloves and jacket, shoving ghe former in the pockets. You didnât turn to him, responding with a hum as you remove the scarf. He frowns at this, slumping against the backrest, watching you look through the standee with all drink names.
âWhat are you ordering, Jisung?â He hadnât thought about it, more immersed in hearing your voice. Either Way he didnât know a single brand of alcohol, âLiteâ the only word in relevance to alcohol that he knew. âYou choose, Iâm fine with whatever.â He diverts, leaning closer to you to read the alcohol options.
Though, as if you could read minds, you turn to look at him. A soft smile with narrowed eyes focusing on him. âAre you sure you want to drink? We can get something else, I donât mind.â You suggest, expression relaxing now seeing how easily he reacted.
âYes! I mean no! No, I would really like a drink, unless you want something else.â Jisung tumbled through his words. The bashful look on his face raises your lack of restraint in grabbing and handling him the way youâve done so many years ago. Oh how truly adorable he remains. Although, heâs gotten quite handsome. Too handsome for his own good.
âOkay,â You nod, fingers ghosting over his cheek to reassure himâ never touching, just yet.
Raising your hand to call a bartender over, one of the two begrudgingly stroll to your table. Tossing a worn out and smelly towel over his shoulder, he gives both of you a look as if to hurry up and order. With reluctance and indignance, you scoff. âTwo blackberry smashes. Whiskey in both.â
âWe ainât got that stuff here.â His mannerisms were comical and absurd. As if he was angry that a request was made but also so nonchalant, so careless for your presence. More interested in going back to his game.
âFine, two pints of your house beers, tap and two shots of your cheapest tequila. â Jisung thinks your voice now matches the arrogance and annoyance of the bartender. He sort of likes it, it reminds him of the times you yourself had defended him against snobs at camp.
The balding bartender grunts as a response, sounding like an okay before leaving. âSwear, itâs like he's being held at gunpoint to work here, Jesus.â You shake your head, attitude dropping when you notice his reddened cheeks. Curse him and his presentable fondness. âOh Iâm sorry, Ji. Was I being mean?â Your body turns to him, hand clutching his out of habit. Jisung smiles at the contact, looking at it briefly before looking at you. âNo, you were perfect.â He utters, reveling in your touch.
You smile at him, embarrassed. Something that he takes with pride. âYou never told me what you were cooking up in that kitchen, you know.â You aim to divert the focus. He chuckles at it, âCaldo de Callo. I heard it on TV, I think the host said it was a Spanish dish. Never had Spanish food.â He sounded so proud yet clueless at the same time. Though, you tilt your head, lips parting and closing the further your eyebrows furrow. He hears you hum and finally ask, âDo you mean Caldo Gallego?â
Jisung can see you stifle a laugh when his face begins to feel insanely hot, scorching even. Embarrassment written all over his face that he has to bury them in his sleeve-covered hands, groaning into them about how stupid he sounded. If only he knew that what he originally said translated to âcallous soupâ.
Endearing is the word youâd call it though. Endearing he is with his crescent shaped eyes and shamed pout. Endearing are the whines and groans he lets out when you canât seize your giggles. He thinks about telling you to stop but doesnât, your noises far more prettier and enjoyable even if at the expense of his misery.
âItâs okay, Jisungie.â You elongate his name, âIt sounds similar, donât fret too much!â You giggle, petting his hair as one does a child trying to comfort them. He enjoys your touch but doesnât enjoy the slight patronizing tone to your voice. Heâs not sure if he can call it patronizing because heâs aware thereâs no malice intent behind your words but it did sound condescending in the way those speak to their juniors and he was tired of you treating him like one the longer the night progressed.
Jisung huffs, sighing when his head touches the table. He turns to look at you momentarily, distracted when your drinks arrive. He hears a few forced thank youâs and sarcastic my pleasures. Your feud with the bartender is amusing but not for this time. Right now he wants to focus on this sentiment brewing in his chest.
He gives you one last glance before reaching for the shot glasses. âTo seeing each other again?â Such a simple question that made you hum pensively. You donât deny it, clinkling your glasses together before dowing the burning liquor. With the taste of battery acid buring your throat, Jisung on the other hand clutches his throat, spitting it out onto a bundle of napkins.
You find him so agonizingly cute that your hands begin to ache to touch him and squeeze the life out of him. How adorable can someone be?! âOh Jisungie⌠Tequila isnât for everyone.â You tut, shaking your head. âPerhaps I should order you some apple juice to soothe that, yeah?â
Your giggle makes his ears ring, that same gnawing feeling that you're mocking him consuming him. He knows youâre not doing it on purpose. That you truly care for his wellbeing but is he truly that easy to perceive as naive and childish that you wonât see him as more? Sure, he didnât like the tequila but so what? It was their cheapest one. If it had been a bit more expensive, then heâs sure he would have drank it as easy as you. Heâs not a kid, why wonât you see that?
Jisung doesnât voice it though, sighing while redirecting the conversation. âWere you doing some last minute shopping back at the mall?â He questions, obvious discontent and melancholy in his voice. You let it be, nodding as a response before shaking your head when you register the question. Too enthralled with how pretty he looks like this. Face flushed from the alcohol and embarrassment. So cute, so adorable, so perfect. Your Jisungie.
âNo, no, actually I went with intentions to watch a movie but the cinema wonât play the movie I wanted to watch so I was on my way out when I saw you through the window doing your little thing.â Your giggle sends him into orbit. He feels lightheaded. Your words werenât laced with judgment but fondness, heâs thankful for it this time.
âWhat movie?â Jisung attempts to act as if you didnât affect him.
âUhâŚâ Your hesitance piques his interest. âSex, Lies, and Videotape.â Well it seems that itâs you who is embarrassed now. He takes it, smiling to himself. âGee, I wonder why they wouldnât screen this at a regular movie theater.â He giggles, wiping the corner of his mouth when he feels some leftover alcohol residing there.
âOkay now, I had just gotten out of a meeting. My brain was not fully cooperating.â He giggles some more, his teeth now clutching his sleeve. âHonestly, why would a movie like that interest you?â You smile at him, the rim of your beer glass pressing against your lips. âJames Spader.â
Jisung rolls his eyes, a scoff leaving his lips while he himself takes a sip of his beer. Itâs unrefined and messy. The way the lager alcohol slips down the corner of his mouth and slicks his lips when he places it down. You watch it all through the window of your own, taking slow sips to admire his silent tantrum. Heâs never been fond of James Spader. Or any other man youâve mentioned.
âHeâs not all that, you know.â Jisung mutters with a pout, leaning against the backrest. You donât laugh like you intended. You simply acknowledge him through the handkerchief you pull out of your pocket to softly wipe the residue of beer before it becomes sticky on his skin. He can taste the flavor of your black cherry lip gloss when you swipe it over his lips.
Such an intimate moment prompts him to take a grasp of your free hand, playing with your fingers like heâs done before. âOh please. Heâs the perfect blend of sensible and⌠manly.â Jisung can only guess youâre thinking of James Spader with the way you bite your lower lip and narrow your eyes. A lustful sigh escapes your nostrils which serves as confirmation to his inquiry.
Seemed like a bunch of bullshit, if you were to ask Jisung what he thought. If you wanted those qualities then why didnât you realize how perfect Jisung was? Maybe heâs being a little self absorbed or malleable to your desires but so what? Heâll do anything to make you look at him.
Furrowing his eyebrows, dropping your hand and pointing at his chest, Jisung spoke. âIâm sensible and manly!â It sounded more whiny than he expected which would prove to throw off whatever result he wished for. Of course it would, your laugh seems to provide an answer to such.
âI donât know about the latterâŚâ Your hum upsets him more.
âI am!â
âI donât know. Just look at how cute you look pouting like thatâŚâ
Jisung huffs, upset at your continuous dismissiveness. Must you always remind him of his inferiority? What must he do if you wonât see that heâs a grown man now?
âI am, Iâll prove it to you.â His tone must have sounded significantly bratty that you receive it with patronization. Sarcastically telling him to prove it then if he was so manly.
So he did. He did in the way his large hands cradled your face, warming up your cheeks although that might be from the immediate heat his actions spurred. He proves it through his stealthy moves, bringing his face closer to yours in which he allows his lips to ghost over yours for milliseconds before finally connecting them.
Shocked is what you would describe this feeling clinging onto your chest. Never in a million years would you have thought about kissing Jisung. Sure, youâve kissed his cheeks and forehead in the past, but thatâs what friends do with someone they find adorable and innately drawn to. Jisung has always been hard to avoid, even if you wanted to, one look in those glistening round eyes and youâd submit to his every wish. Everyone does.
His lips moved with inexperience, soft and slow but uncoordinated with no idea where to go from there. His internal debates made obvious when he would part his lips for a second before going back to what seemed like peppered pecks. The way dolphins kiss. You wonder if this is his first kiss or how he kisses overall. If so, youâre only sorry that itâs so miserable.
Jisung eventually determines that he should stop. Either from shame at how uneventful it was or, well, simply because it was uneventful. Rather you two stare at each other for what felt like ages. His confidence is dying down along with your shock. By now both reverting back to your usual personas which meant that he shyly tried to look around without breaking eye contact and you, sternly looking at him without blinking much in order to gain answers.
He sighs knowing this was a lost cause. Rubbing the back of his neck, his body shifts to face you more than before. âWhy havenât you sent me any letters? Why are you ignoring me, Y/n?...â Jisung hates how easy it is for him to transmit his emotions onto his voice. While he hates to sound whiny, he would prefer that over the hurt that enveloped every single syllable heâs spewed out. What he hates more is that heâs not able to shut his mouth. âYou have my home number, you have my address. Why havenât you replied to my letters?â
âJisungâŚâ
âNo! Please tell me.â God, how he hates how dismissive you can be, âIâve been waiting for you for years. Please give me something, anything.â
Jisungâs face contorts the longer he begs, his lips reddening and puffing more than normal. His cheeks are ravished by that harsh crimson that warms them, borderline scorching. His voice, now a mixture of hurt but whiney that makes you shift at how uncomfortable you are that it spurred something in your chest, now traveling down to your abdomen. You really want to slap yourself for this.
Your Jisungie. Your sweet Jisungie, you idiot!
âIâm sorry, Ji. I was busy with my discretion and didnât have time for anything. Then I graduated and it was a bloodbath to even get a job right out of college. I mean, I almost threw myself to the sharks and contemplated going to a convent. Can you imagine? All my hard work wasted. Then this yearâŚâ
Almost like a child that should have not spoken, Jisung raises an eyebrow when you reach for your beer glass, using it as a shield to make you stop talking. He grew increasingly irritated by your silence. âThis year what, Y/n?!â
Heâs never spoken to you like this which raises concerns with how you donât mind it. In fact, you surprisingly invite it, although in minimal quantities. Seeing as there was no way out of it, you sigh, shoulders slumping. âThen this year I saw your mom at the film store around Easter. We were both picking up pictures and we talked for a bit until I asked about you and she said that you had a girlfriend. That I should probably be conscious that not all girls are comfortable with their boyfriend being so close to other girls. That she wouldnât take kindly to seeing me send you letters so often, let alone picturesâŚâ
Jisung has never been angry at his mother. Sure, irritated and hurt. But never angry, which seems to be a feeling he never thought heâd harbor for the woman that has given him life and all the love a child deserves. He knew his mom wasnât too keen on his infatuation on you, heâs not sure if itâs for the difference in age or weary of someone she hasnât fully met besides a few encounters on drop-off and pick-up day at camp.
He always imagined that she would come around once she truly met you, so why was she trying to sabotage him on something heâs been begging every single deity for?!
âSo, if you have a girlfriend, why the hell did you just do that, Jisung?â The disgust and confusion in your voice made him feel far more awful than he already was. Appalled would probably be a greater feeling, though. Heâs made sure to let you know that with the harsh âwhat?!â that spews out of his lips like a hymn.
âWhat the fuck? Iâve never had a girlfriend. Jesus fucking Christ, why would she say that?â He questions the latter to himself, unaware that heâs confessed his inexperience to you (as if it wasnât noticeable); shifting his attention to you shortly after. âWhy would you believe her in the first place? Iâve never looked at anyone but you! Why wonât you see that?â
Itâs not his grasp on your shoulders that startles you but rather the sincerity in his confession. Never in a million years did you think youâd be hearing these words from Jisung. The fuzziness in your chest adds to that shock which confuses you and at the same time disgusts you.
Jisung is far more perceptive than you had thought, âPlease⌠Itâs been you since the summer we metâŚâ He goes back to pleading, his grasp softening. Kneading your arms as to beg for contact on your end. You hate how much this is luring you into whatever he wants. Youâve never been able to say no to him, yet again these found feelings are clashing with those youâve fostered since you met him.
Itâs vile and conflicting to see him in such a sweet light. As your junior whoâd you do anything for, to⌠this incessant needy and lovestruck man that keeps begging for an ounce of affection in any form possible. If it was for Jisung heâd be on his knees kissing the sole of your shoe as long as you get to tell him you love him the way he loves you.
You sigh, contemplating on what to do or what to feel. âI donât know, Jisung.â You huff conflicted. Youâve always been like a little brââ His hand covers your mouth before you can even finish your sentence. His eyes tremble and you realize that heâs much closer than he had been. âDonât finish that. Please donât ever say that againâŚâ He begs and begs. Either it be his words, the way his eyes look at you, or his body language.
âIâm twenty-two, Iâm taller than my own older brother or any of the friends we made in camp. I can drink and smoke if I want. Iâm a man now, Y/n. Not that scrawny squeaky voiced kid you met long ago. I donât need you to see me like that. So please⌠erase that from your brain and see me as I am now.â
You donât know if you hate him or yourself at the moment. Youâve never been one to reject change, in fact you welcome it but itâs different when it comes to the image of people you like. Fuck it, youâre even upset at how deep youâre thinking about this when within a few minutes you might think this is stupid and unserious.
âIf age is the problem, donât let it get to you. We donât even have a disgusting gap. For goodness sake, we were in the same group classifications every year at camp and Mark had already hit the group limit. That should be enough to get you out of whatever hellhole youâre digging yourself into.â
See? Eventually things could turn so unserious and with the sound of his voice, rather bratty and accusatory. âDo you not like me, is that it? Do you not find me desirable?â He questions, head nodding to incentivize an answer from you. He almost makes it seem natural and you wonder how many times heâs done this before. Push peopleâs buttons until he gets an answer. You suppose he truly has grown.
The Jisung you last knew would never whine for something like this. All he had to do was say please with a pout and heâd get what he wanted. Far more innocent and civilized. This was crude, erotic, and mocking. You expect him to give you a cheshire smile when he gets what he wants in comparison to his gummy one full of appreciation.
Yes, heâs no longer a boy. Heâs now a sweetly cunning man.
âItâs not that.â You blurt out, cursing yourself at the admittance that he has more of a chance than either of you couldâve thought. Expectedly, that cheshire smile presents itself slowly. Sultrily, he speaks. âThen what is it?â He whispers, lips to your ear as his hands create a path down your upper body.
The words hang heavy on your tongue, distracted by his touch. Finding his large hands more pleasurable than you couldâve thought. âI actually donât knowâŚâ You confess sincerely, eyelids fluttering when they land on your knee, fingers padding over the clothed flesh. Contemplating on whether to stay where they are at or slide up.
Ecstatic by your bodily response, he smiles sweetly. Whispering in your ear, âLet me prove it to you⌠Let me erase that image of me you have, pleaseâŚâ He begs, lips trailing to your cheek, a blazing trail branding your skin. When they reached your lips, you couldnât deny him the wonders of being kissed in return.
You both sigh into the kiss the second they perfectly slot into each other. Itâs slick and wet, albeit, much more pleasurable than his first one. This one youâre able to enjoy the delicacy of those plump red lips that envelope yours and leave a delicious sting that makes you crave for more.
Your hands paw at his sweater, drawing him closer to feel his warmth. He takes this opportunity to let his hands roam up your thighs, massaging the insides until he decides that he wonât wait and lets his hand crawl to the hem of your skirt. His hands âscorchingâ against your skin when he manages to pull down your tights. Bunching them around your knees and covering your legs with his jacket.
He smiles into the kiss when he feels you react to his feather touches. Taunting the idea of touching you further. Heâs not too cruel though, not when this is what heâs wanted for so long. Therefore, he decides to reward both of you by letting his fingers go under your panties, the cotton feeling like heaven against his knuckles. He revels in the feeling of your wetness clinging to the fabric. Cooling against his skin while he lets his fingers waltz up and down your folds. Contemplating what their next move will be, unpreoccupied since you seem to enjoy whatever he is currently giving you. He can see it with the way your eyelids flutter and the kiss grows hungrier, needier. This is all he truly wanted.
Jisung decides to not taunt you any longer. Heâs never wanted to upset you. Allowing his fingers to softly part your lips, twisting his ring clad middle finger and inserting the long digit into you. They felt so cold within your walls, forcing a gasp to leave your lips. He took that opportunity to muffle it with his tongue the second it intruded the cavity of your mouth.
The muscle, surprisingly strong as it dances along with yours, savoring the delicacy of your taste. This is overshadowed by the spasm of your legs the slower he pumped his finger into you. Molding your walls to the ribs of his nimble and spindly digits. Your pleasure is exerted through sighs and hungry kisses which he consumes all you give him. He thinks this is enough incentive to insert a second finger. This time his ring finger, quickly adapting it to the movement of the other one. Itâs nice to feel the contrast between his warm acclimated finger to the cold shorter one.
His fingers move slowly, picking up the pace when he decrees that you deserve more pleasure than he currently grants you. Heâs driven by the way you cling to him, hands going under his sweater and clutch his sides, fingernails softly taking the warm flesh. Jisung finds it delicious how you cling to him the way your walls grip to his fingers. Sucking him in and keeping them in place whenever he thinks of even taking them out without making you come first.
Neither speak but the silent mewls that leave your lips is enough to let him know heâs doing something good. Heâs proven right when you softly nip at his swollen lips, sucking on the lower one, resulting in him releasing a shaking breath.
You will be the death of him.
Jisung found that he loved how you look when you writhe in pleasure in his arms. He thinks you look otherworldly with the way your lips part to release those sweet chants he has recorded in his brain. Enticing when your tongue sticks out to cling to his and his lips just to know heâs still there making you feel better than youâve felt in a while. He knows you're ready when you gnaw at his lips and jaw, holding to the back of his neck as your lips trail as hungrily as his, prior. Leaving a trail of rouge that he wishes to seep into his skin like a tattoo.
When he feels your teeth cling to his jugular, he canât help but let out a guttural moan, thankful at how secluded this booth was. His fingers reward that feeling by moving faster, his thumb rubbing delicate yet quick circles on your clit. At some point he felt scared that your cunt would swallow his rings with every clench around his fingers. You were so close and all he felt was pride and gratification that it was him that was making you feel this way.
Fuck, he could explode in his pants right now.
âJisungieâŚI canât hold back anymore.â You pant, leaving open mouthed kisses along his Adam's apple. Tongue roaming and savoring the saltiness of his skin taut on his clavicles.
Heâs no one to make you suffer and not get what you want. Instinctively, his fingers pick up the pace, pushing them as far as he can. Curling them and covering your mouth when the volume of your prayers increase. Swallowing them whole when he connects his mouth with yours, luxuriating in the sybaritism of your orgasm through your kiss and spasming legs.
It takes you a minute to calm down, panting softly. Jisung looks down at you with a pleased smile, his fingers still in you, pruning by the second but he doesnât mind. He sighs constantly, kissing you softly this time. Itâs sweet and tender, similar to the first one he gave you with the difference that your cooperation makes it run smoothly.
When he parts, his fingers slowly ease out, causing you to shudder. You feel so empty and cold at the lack of his touch. Rewared only by the mere fact that he prods your lips with his ring finger, slowly entering your mouth. You savor yourself on him, tongue running along the underside, lingering on his finger pad.
No one has ever done this for you. Look at and treat you like youâre their whole world despite the lewd scenery.
His finger slips far more slick from your lips than it had entered your mouth. He takes them up to his own, running them along like a brush on the most pristine parchment. Letting its ink sink into the grooves and cement itself for eternity.
Biting your lower lip, you examine the way he takes both fingers into his mouth. Pupils blown out once heâs fully swallowing the taste of you in all forms. He knew you were perfect but this is beyond that. This is an exquisiteness heâs never savored before. He will never be satisfied again.
Jisung leans down making you think he was to kiss you again. The reality was that your essence was more inebriating than the shot of tequila and the pint of beer sitting on the table before him that he had to have a taste of the fruit directly.
In swift motions, he moves his jacket from your legs, shoving your skirt up and letting it fall over his head. Despite the awkward angle, Jisung managed to swipe the tip of his tongue against your slick cunt. The muscle parting your lips and forcing a gasp out of you.
Itâs a mixture of shock and pleasure. He was shameless and that made it so hot and intoxicating, yet fear was consuming you. Forcing you to take a grasp at the back of his neck and pull him up with as much delicate force as you could muster. Like a starving kitten, parted from its motherâs tit, Jisung fetches your lips.
He looks so pretty and so stupid. So drunk and starved for you. The feeling so obvious in his hazy eyes and wet lips from your come that he has yet to lick or press against your own. You give him the latter, kissing him to satiate his need for just a bit. Biting his lower lip to calm him down.
âDonât be so greedy, Jisung.â You scold against his lips, removing your mangled and wet tights and shoving them into your pocket. He cries like a kicked puppy but nods, getting out of the booth and helping you out knowing youâll look like a newborn deer after his filthy handling.
Neither of you pay any mind to the cashier that takes in the payment. Weary eyes scanning you both and scoffing without questions. Itâs not his first rodeo.
Drunk in a daze, Jisung doesnât question when you give him directions. He expected it to be a hotel, one you should be staying at for work. It dawns upon him that itâs your apartment when he sees you punch in the entry code.
Youâve been so close all this time and he doesnât knows how to take it. Itâs evident in the look he gives you when you both enter the apartment and he looks around. His lips parting to question it but being shushed by your lips and hands tugging at the hem of his sweater to pull it off his body. Leaving him bare and goosebump filled before you.
âNot nowâŚâ you whisper against his chest, kissing his torso and pecks, nipping his nipple. You can talk about reality once youâre finished.
Jisung sighs but welcomes the feel of your lips and touch all over him. His own fingers unbutton your coat and cardigan, pushing them off simultaneously to make his fingers crawl to your back and unclasping your bra.
He withers and hunches over when your hands push down his pants, grasping his hard and leaking cock through his briefs. The wet spot ironically forming a heart. His Lip part, erotically to let out breathy gasps and pants. For this, you kiss him like he once did. Invading his mouth with your own tongue, holding his face in your hands, making sure he makes no effort in separating until both you feel the air escaping your bodies.
In the process, both of you manage a waltz in ridding of the remaining clothes. Kicking off any shoes and underwear, leaving each other bare in the middle of your living room. If he was given the time to admire it more, heâd tell you that it was truly what he expected of youâ positively.
Instead heâs eating you alive, carnivorously gnawing at your lips in hopes to draw blood. An act that you embrace and let him do as he pleases. Simply because youâll return the favor with as much fervor that you both will let the crimson paint itself on your lips the way your rogue has marked his skin.
When air finally did what you expected it to do, Jisung connects his forehead against yours. Both panting and drawing your bodies flush against each others. He grins seeing the little number he did against your lips, the cracks of them full like a dried up river during dry seasons. If only he knew he looked the same.
âEat me⌠take your time in consuming meâŚâ you implore, the words playing over and over in his brain as he pushes you down on the couch. Dropping to his knees without a care of what your neighbor on the bottom floor will say or if his palid knees will bruise instantly. For you, heâll writhe in pain.
Jisung wastes no time, he separates your legs and throws them over his shoulders. His head delves in between the pretty image of your cunt and clings his lips around it fully. His lips suctioning while his tongue teases your entrance. His grasp on your inner thighs is a bit harsh but pleasurable enough that youâll enjoy seeing the marks heâll leave on them tomorrow.
Heâs fueled more by your sweet words and the tugs at his raven hair by your fingers that curl on the locks. It feels much better when your nails scratch his scalp and for that he sucks on your clit. Incentive or reward, theyâre interchangeable.
âAh!⌠take your timeâŚâ you moan, head thrown back and giving him a pretty image of the expanse of your neck and the way your nipples perk. You look so heavenly that he knows itâs blasphemous. The way the overhead light shines behind your head, creating a glowing halo and heâs glad that itâs Sunday for this is his mass and holy communion. His mother should not dislike you after this.
Jisung lets his tongue roam around your cunt, savoring every crevice, picking up every single drop that spills from you. Be it that no one has ever paid such devotion to your mound, your legs begin to shake around his head. Your hands cling to his hair and pull him closer and closer to the point his nose manages to create a pleasurable pressure against your clit.
This is no problem for him. He lavishes himself in your taste and smell, moaning against you to create further sensitivity which is appreciated and you reward him by coming almost immediately when he lays his tongue flat on you to lick down and enter deep into you.
A slew of moans leave your lips but his name is the one you scream out. âJisung, Jisung, Jisung.â Oh how well has conforming paid him off. For this he leans back on his feet, hands rubbing his thighs and teasing his own sensitive cock as he watches you writhe on the soiled couch. A lake of your come seeping into the faux leather, shimmering as its reflection on his lips, nose, and chin. How beautiful you both look.
Animalistically and greedily so, Jisung dives back in. This time pulling your body further down the couch. Leaving you limp and folded while he raises your hips and clings to them. Heâs more messy and filthy about it this time around. He allows his lips to suck harshly and lick as consolation just to softly bite your clit and make you cry out masochistically.
Hypersensitivity, a force that travels in the form of your loud moans and cries. Thatâs what fuels him and it feels so sadistic but he indulges himself at least this once. Heâs hopeful it wonât be the only time but for now he will enjoy it as it is.
He can hear you begging to please let you finish. That you donât have it in you to last long anymore but he doesnât relent just yet. Not when his hips buck forward and shudder with every grace of his cock against the leather of your couch. Itâs so cold and harsh that it hurts but it also feels so good that he canât help but be excited at how your soft and warm walls will soothe his dick like ointment to a wound.
That seems more exciting, yes.
All right, Jisung will please you once more. He kisses your cunt softly, long and languid velvet like kitten licks to push you further. His own rutting is much slower which proves to be a painful decision for he canât control himself when his abdomen cramps up and painfully moans against your chest as he stands up to release all over your swollen and irritated cunt.
The feeling of his come feels like boiling water spilt on an open wound. It makes you come for the third time this night, the feeling increasing when he hums hungrily as he rubs his come in a sheer layer, ointment to your ache. The remaining that stuck to his hand, on his cock, rubbing up and down to suffer that same overstimulation at his own hands. This is his solidarity for what heâs caused you.
Tired and panting, Jisung takes a seat beside you. Caressing your face while trying to regain some stamina. Youâre so spent that you lean into his touch, kissing his soiled hand and licking the saltiness off of it to savor him the way he has you.
Fuck⌠thatâs making his dick twitch.
âPure nectar from the forbidden fruit.â Jisung leans into your ear, kissing your cheek softly as he helps you onto his lap. You whine but ultimately allow him for thereâs one more thing he can offer you and you need it.
His fingers are soft when they touch your entrance. Itâs so soft and so warm, he can only imagine how sensitive you are. The image makes him moan softly against your ear. Your head resting on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around his torso. Limp yet so needy against his body. The body heat between both creates a layer of perspiration that travels from that connection onto your entire body.
Jisung rubs your back in soothing circles, leaving peppered kisses onto your hair and inhaling the scent of your shampoo. He inhales and exhales like his life depended on it, kiss after kiss after kiss.
âYouâve always been so good to me, Y/n. Do you like how Iâm thanking you?â He hums, lifting your face with a finger on your chin. âYesâŚâ you sincerely confess in a breath, returning the favor with a slow kiss that allows your tongues to finally explore and examine each other the way you both are doing. By any form, you two will always find a way to please each other.
âAnd, I think I should keep going so you can fully understand how much I like you and have liked youâŚâ he mutters in between kisses, his tongue shoving the words down your throat so youâll digest them immediately.
You can only nod, feverishly and with a shiver down your spine when he holds your lower back, helping you up while the tip of his cock rubs slowly against your folds. You can tell itâs helping him get hard. His flaccid cock rapidly hardens with every stroke, his breathing increases and comes out shaky against your ear. It doesnât help that youâre kissing his throat like you were back at the bar with the exception that theyâre less hungry and far more passionate.
âCan I fuck you, Y/n?â He begs, eyes droopy in a plea. If it wasnât because of how heâs holding you, youâd be sure his hands would be together in a prayer. You hum, pretending to contemplate when your answer had been decided long ago.
âI donât knowâŚâ you tease. God only knew his abhorrence of those stupid three words. Heâll make sure to knock them out of your vocabulary if you say yes. For now, like the brat he is, he shakes and writhes, tantrum-like while his words come out in elongated whines.
âPlease, Y/nâŚâ he cries out, his grasp on you tightening slightly. You hum again but you donât speak, basking in the pretty sounds he makes when he doesnât get what he wants.
âYou canât feed me and then starve me⌠Iâll go crazy if I donât taste you again.â He pleads, lower lip jutting out and letting his face get closer to yours. Heâs so pretty like this that you canât help but concede.
With a giggle you nod, âVery well then.â You tell him, kissing his cheek. The sweet act is gone when he lowers you down on his hard cock. You had seen it moments prior but hadnât registered that the stretch would sting like this. Itâs not bad, matter of fact it feels so fucking good⌠and it doesnât help that heâs long enough that you feel him in your stomach.
âJiâŚâ You moan out in parts, eyelids fluttering as he bottoms out. Jisung sucks in air through his teeth when he feels your ass on his balls, squishing them and begging them to please you. That is something that he will hear out anytime.
Your voice sends him a whirlwind, âGive me your hand.â You request from him. If it wasnât for the sheer fact that you wanted him to see and feel what he was doing to you, youâd spend more time admiring his large hands. Seeing them this way, you can understand how he made you come perfectly.
Leaning back causes you to squish his testicles further. A moan leaves his lips hungrily as he admires you through hooded lids, his head thrown over the backrest. When he feels where you placed his hand, he snaps it up, admiring the prominent budge on your stomach and how warm it felt to be in you.
âSee?â You ask in the sweetest tone, smiling at him. He returns it with a nod, caressing what heâs caused. Instinctively, he bucks his hips upward, a moan erupting from both your lips due to the friction and the image. Itâs like a live painting being made before him.
âSo prettyâŚâ he coos, his fingers dancing around the imprint. His thrusts increase in pace, your head rolling back in pleasure. Itâs not fair that he has to do all the work; holding onto your thighs, you begin moving up and down on his shaft.
His moans get louder and his hands roam your body like undiscovered land. Landing on your breast and squeezing them. Your own hands leave your thighs to help him in kneading, yelping when his fingers take a hold of your nipples to squeeze them. âYouâre doing so good, Jisungie.â You praise, each word received with a hard thrust from him and a whine, thanking you.
âMy Jisungie is so big nowâŚâ you moan, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss, he holds your hips while increasing his pace. âSuch big hands,â reaching for one, you kiss his palm before letting it fall to its initial spot.
âSuch big pretty lipsâŚâ Your teeth nip his lower lip, reopening the cut from your earlierâs cannibalistic game. âThe most beautiful big eyes.â And with a drop of his blood on your lip, you kiss his eyelid. Eyelashes flutter upon feeling your warm moist flesh.
You attempt to sound just as tempting and sultry, but his thrusts along your hips hopping on his dickâ your words leave out in broken moans and cries.
âAnd such a fucking big dick that will make my guts yearn for it again.â
Jisungâs eyes blow out, lips parting and licking off the blood from them. He allows himself to be vocal now. Thereâs no holding back when his hands grasp your ass and hold you in place. His hips move up rapidly, reaching deeper than he had previously. Your lower body stings from his handling, it doesnât help that his testicles are slapping against you that creates an echo to play all over your living room.
Youâre being fucked stupid that no coherent words attempt to leave you anymore. Anything that does are moans and cries which he swallows entirely when he grasps your jaw harshly to kiss you as messy and wettly as he did at the bar. Thereâs some teeth and so much tongue but neither care when the feeling of your walls molding around his cock, that theyâll forget how good his fingers initially made you feel.
Heâs so swollen, you feel it with every thrust the same way he feels you grip him with no intention of letting go until you both get what you want. Itâs such a perfect fit that makes his abdomen ache. Heâs so ready and so are you.
âFinish⌠please, finish.â He begs, hips move messily and mindlessly. Heâs so ready to be done but he needs you to come first. Itâs not until he shifts and brings you closer that his mouth wraps around your tit. Hungrily kissing it like a starved animal. His teeth take no mercy in biting the skin around and your nipple, leaving indentations of his pretty teeth. At least youâll have his smile engraved on you.
He continues on the second one, your nipples so hard that they ache from his sucking and biting. And when he feels the needs to insert two fingers in you while he fucks desperately with squelches imploring you both to finish, you canât help but clamp around him with a loud moan erupting from your lips and coming around him. Fingers and cock.
Your cries donât seize, they only increase when he himself spills within you. Itâs so warm, almost hot and thereâs so much that you can feel it run down the sides as he remains in you. Poor Jisung, he had been holding it for so long. Your poor little, Jisungie.
You squirm on top of him, shaking from the great orgasm. Something you hadnât had since that one time you masturbated at nineteen. Thank you Jisung for being such a great sport.
âYou know,â Jisung is the first to talk, swallowing. He was parched. âIâm so glad I waited for this.â He smiles tiredly, you giggle with a sigh but ultimately nod. âIâm sure other girls were satisfying enough.â You say, to which he shakes his head.
âNo, I meant sex.â He confesses confidently until he coils in when he realizes what heâs said. Your surprised look only makes the feeling grow. âNo way.â
He nods
âNo way! Thereâs no way you fucked me this good with it being your first time!â You attempt to lean back to look at him but your body aches and it also decrees that it wants to cling to Jisungâs as much as it can so the most you muster is looking up at him.
Itâs such a pretty image when you notice the bashful look on his face, crimson blush consuming his entire body. How he, out of custom, smiles and throws his head back with his index finger extended under his nose to cover his mouth. Thereâs your sweet Jisung.
You laugh quietly, hand going up to caress his hair. âSo cute⌠youâll always be my cute Jisungie.â The statement is received with a groan but ultimately, Jisung relents. Kissing you once more, refined and sweetly. He understand what you mean and he also understands that you mean it differently now. Therefore, he wonât dwell on it. Sure, youâll always look at him in such a sweet image but now with the addition that he has proven to you how much heâs grown⌠as a man.
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. . . somedays angel wants nothing but her big beefy older boyfriend to fuck her ŕ¨ŕ§ â§âË â
warnings: literally just smut, kind of soft dom drew ?, them being sweet at the end <3
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ânothing, guess iâm just really horny tonight.â you mumbled while on all fours on drewâs bed, wearing nothing but the pink and white lacy lingerie you picked out just hours before. you werenât sure what had gotten into you but you were soo down bad today; youâd been prancing around drewâs house all day just waiting âŚ. and waiting for him to get home so you could surprise him in your new lingerie set on his bed.
âoh yeah,â drew rubbed your bare ass. the wait making you even hornier and wetter. you felt bad, you knew drew liked to take his time with you, but god you just felt so impatient today. âi know youâre trying to be nice and stuff, but can you just fuck me?â you turned your head to look back at drew. your big soft eyes staring at him, so innocent and perfect, but what you just said proving you were far from innocent.
âdamn baby. eager huh?â drew took no time obeying your request, the sound of him unbuckling his belt filling the room. he rubbed your ass some more, giving it a few squeezes, you couldnât help but moan in response. âi need you drew,â
drewâs fingers rubbed your entrance a few times before aligning himself with your pussy. âyeah? my needy little baby.â drew thrusted himself into you without any warning, small profanities spilled from your mouth. âfaster!â you yelled, although you werenât sure if youâd be able to handle it. drew was big, it took you months before you were able to fully take it, and even now you still struggled some days. âyou sure?â drew asked. âyes!â
drew picked up his pace, all you could do is mewl and let out an occasional âfuuuck,â. your ass jiggled against his pelvic area, the sight alone had drew going crazy. âsoooo tight,â drew groaned, placing his hands on your hips to pull you even deeper onto his cock. âlook at this ass. so perfect.â drew knew you loved when he complimented you, it got you going in a way that nothing else could.
âmâgonna come drew!â you shouted. times like this made you glad drew had his own place with no roomates, dorm sex was fun and sneaky, but you loved being able to yell drewâs name. âcome all over this cock baby. itâs all yours.â drew replied, slowing down his strokes, the knot in both your stomachs coming undone at the same time.
âyouâre so perfect.â drew pulled out, to which you groaned and plopped down on your back, a huge sigh leaving your lips. âyouâre so good to me.â you pulled drew down on top of you, the feeling of being skin to skin with him always brought you a different kind of comfort. âwell, you deserve it.â
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Good job, detective
Detective!Agatha x fem!reader (3.2k words)
summary: youâre a newly minted detective who just cracked your first murder case, and the entire police department decided to celebrate with a small partyânaturally, Agatha Harkness was there.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, g!p agatha harkness, smut, dirty talk, penetration, blowjob, mommy issue, explicit language, age gap, praising kink, outdoor, unprotected sex, slight footjob
a/n: I was a little high on edibles and listening to Crush by Ethel Cain while writing this. Let me know if you guys want part 2!
Case closed. The bad guy got caught. You did it.
The air in the bar is filled with the smell of spilled beer and the stale scent of whiskey that lingered from the barâs low-lit corners.
Tonight, the place felt even smaller than usual, the laughter of the police officers in the corner fading into the background as you kept your eyes on the one person who hadn't yet congratulated you on your first solved murder case: Detective Agatha Harkness.
She was sitting by herself like she always did. A worn cigarette dangled from her lips, ash falling off in slow, lazy bits. Her beer, the cheapest they had, was halfway gone, and her navy cargo pants and dark flannel looked as though theyâd seen too many long nights like this.
She looked at ease, but the slight tension in her posture told you she wasnât entirely relaxed. Maybe she hadnât been for years.
âGood job, newbie,â Herb said, clinking his beer against your shoulder, snapping you back to the present.
You offered him a polite smile. Herb was one of the few people in the department you found easy to talk to. âThanks, but it wasnât just me. Agatha helped a lot with the case.â
âShe did,â Herb said, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. You didnât need to look to know he was watching Agatha. âShe can be tough, sure, but sheâs one hell of a mentorâand an even better detective. The best weâve got.â
Your heartbeat quickened, and you felt your cheeks flush as you nodded. âYeah,â you agreed, your voice quieter. âSheâs really good at that.â
Youâd been watching her all night, trying to figure out if she was as untouchable as she seemed. Now, drunk and buzzed from the alcohol, you figured you might as well try.
You waited until the last of the other cops had filtered out and the bar had quieted before finally making your move toward her.
You wobbled slightly as you approached her booth, the floor beneath your boots feeling unsteady. Agatha didnât even look up. She didnât need to. She already knew you were coming.
âDetective,â you said, your voice slurring just a bit. âThought Iâd join you.â
Agatha looked up slowly, her blue eyes narrowing just the slightest as she took in your unsteady stance. She didnât smile. Didnât say a word for a long moment. The only sound was the faint clink of her beer hitting the table.
âYouâre drunk.â She muttered, voice rough like she hadnât spoken all night. Her cigarette dangled from her lips, the ember glowing brightly in the dim light.
You didnât care. You were tired of playing it safe, tired of pretending you didnât notice her, that you didnât feel that pull when you were around her. âSo what?â you said, voice a little more defiant than you intended. âDoesnât mean I canât talk to you.â
She took a long drag from her cigarette, eyes still locked on you, sizing you up. âIt means you canât think straight,â she said, voice flat. âAnd youâre about to make a fool of yourself.â
âMaybe I do want to make a fool of myself.â
Agatha snorted softly, shaking her head as a sly smirk curved her lips. âI know exactly what youâre doing,â
âOh?â you replied, tilting your head. âAnd whatâs that?â
She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms as if she were interrogating a suspect. âTrying to sleep with your senior detective to fast-track your career. Itâs cute, really.â
âItâs not about climbing the ladder,â you said, your voice steady despite the weight of her scrutiny. âI just wanna have a drink with you, thatâs all. Celebrating our success on the case. We worked so hard together, didnât we?â
âIsnât it, though?â Agatha countered, her eyes narrowing like she was analyzing every detail of your reaction. âBecause from where Iâm standing, it sure looks that way.â
âIâm not interested in hiding my desires, detective,â you said softly, looking down and seeing a noticeable bulge on Agathaâs pants. You wet your lips. âCanât say the same to you, though.â
For the first time, Agatha didnât look away. But she didnât smile either. Instead, her gaze darkened, and she put the cigarette out in the ashtray between you. âIâm not the one you want, kid,â she said, voice a little more serious now, almost a warning. âIâm trouble. And youâre better off without it.â
You scoffed, your head swimming a little more with every word she said, but you pushed through. âYou think Iâm some little rookie whoâs scared of a little trouble?â
âYeah,â she replied, voice thick with that Southern drawl. âI think thatâs exactly what you are. And you think youâre the first one whoâs tried to make a move on me after a few drinks?â
Her words hit harder than you expected, but you didnât back off. You werenât going to let her get away with pushing you away like she had with everyone else.
âNo,â you said, shaking your head, the alcohol making your thoughts fuzzier. âBut Iâm more fun. Youâll see.â
Agatha tilted her head, studying you carefully. You could see the wheels turning behind her eyes, and for a split second, there was something soft thereâ curiosity, maybe. But then it was gone, replaced by that cold, distant look that made her so damn good at shutting people out.
âIâve been down that road, sweetheart,â she said, her voice low, cocky. âI donât need another mess in my life. Especially not one that canât even hold their liquor.â
âI can hold my liquor just fine,â you said, your voice firm now, the alcohol starting to fuel your stubbornness. âI just think maybe youâre a little scared of me.â
Agatha raised an eyebrow, the faintest flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. âScared of you?â she repeated, her lips curling into a smirk. âIâve been around, kid. Donât flatter yourself.â
You leaned in closer, your chest almost brushing against the edge of the table. âMaybe Iâm not the one whoâs scared,â you said softly, words coming out before you could think. âMaybe youâre just too afraid to let someone in.â
She didnât confirm, or deny. She didnât need to.
Instead, Agatha stood up suddenly, her movements slow, deliberate. âYouâre drunk, rookie, get rest. Go home,â she muttered, her voice almost tired now. âSee you tomorrow.â
And with that, she walked out of the booth, her figure disappearing into the dim light of the small bar.
You watched the smoke from her last cigarette curl in the air, and it seemed to mock you, reminding you of the way Agatha had pulled away from you without a second thought. But you werenât going to let it end like that. Not tonight.
You werenât a fool. You could tell by the way she looked at youâhalf dismissive, half something elseâthat she wasnât immune to whatever this was. That flicker of vulnerability that she quickly buried every time you came close, the little moments where she didnât pull away fast enough. She might have tried to shut you down, but you could see it, just beneath the surface.
And you werenât backing down.
You pushed yourself away from the booth and stumbled a little as you made your way to the door, your boots clicking a little too loudly against the worn wooden floors. You had no idea where she went, but you had a feeling you didnât need to look far.
Agatha was at the far end of the empty parking lot, leaning against her car, a cigarette in her hand. The glow of the streetlamp cast a shadow over her, making her look even more like she belonged to the night than she had inside.
You walked toward her slowly, your thoughts still clouded by the alcohol, but your steps steady.
She didnât look up when you stopped a few feet away from her. âThought I told you to go home,â Agathaâs voice was low and rough, and she didnât turn to face you. Her thumb flickers a cigaretteâs butt.
You didnât take a step back. âI donât think you told me that,â you replied, your voice more confident than you felt. âYou just tried to get rid of me.â
âSame thing.â She took another drag. âYouâve already had your fun for the night. Go back inside, have another drink with the others. Let them keep telling you how great you are.â
âTheyâre all already gone home.â
Agatha shrugged. âAnd you should too, kid.â
Then, without warning,
You stepped forward, close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from her, the tension so thick between you two that it almost made the air crackle. Agathaâs breath hitched as you grabbed her crotch.
Fuck it.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âYou said you didnât want me, liar,â you said softly, your voice low, your chest tight. âYouâre hard, detective.â
Agatha didnât say anything right away. But when she did, it wasnât with words. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing the back of your neck before pulling you in. The kiss was slow, deliberate, testing, like she was still deciding if she wanted this, if you were worth it.
You moan into her greedy mouth. Your hand squeezes her bulge, earning a sweet moan and a soft hip buck from Agatha. Youâre practically throwing yourself into her arms. That pulled-up sleeve of her flannel is making your head dizzy. Sheâs such a handsome woman, and you want nothing more than for her to ruin you, to have your fingernails clawing onto her veiny arms as she choked you in bed.
When she pulled back, her blue eyes were darker than they had been before. Her breath was shallow, but she still didnât say anything.
âAgatha?â you call for her, unsure if you have pushed it too far. âIââ
âGet in the car,â she demands, pulling your hair with force. âNow.â
Swallowing hard, you took a step back and reluctantly broke away from her embrace. As you walked towards the car, you felt a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your veins. This was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, but the idea of being with Agatha, having her in every way possible, was intoxicating.
As you reached the car, Agatha slid into the driver's seat, her eyes never leaving yours. You could see the hunger and desire mirrored in her gaze. It made your heart race even faster and sent a surge of adrenaline through your body.
"Youâve been bad," she whispered, breathing hard. She didnât even bother to take off her clothes. Agatha just unzipped her cargo pants and freed her hardened, big, thick cock, and sighed in relief.
âGod, Agathaââ
"Look at the mess you made me, hon."
You couldn't help but lick your lips in anticipation. The sight of it was overwhelming, and you felt a surge of arousal that you had never experienced before. You knew this was wrong to fuck your peer, but all you could think about was feeling that perfect cock inside you, being impaled on it and taken by the woman you had been so drawn to for months.
Your cunt clenched around nothing with the thought of Agathaâs hands on your hips, fucking your pussy. âPlease.â
"Begging me to fuck you already, huh?" she said, her voice low and sexy. "I bet you'd be great at anything I asked you to do."
You couldn't help but blush at the compliment, feeling a warm sensation spread through your body. "What do you want me to do next?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Agatha's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward to press her lips against yours in a gentle, possessive kiss. "I think it's time for you to show me just how good you are," she said, her voice low and husky. She reached down, grasping your hair gently and pulling you toward her cock. "Suck me off, baby," she commanded, her voice firm and authoritative.
You didn't need to be told twice. You eagerly took Agatha's cock into your mouth, savoring the taste of her leaks like a sweet honey.
She groaned in pleasure as you began to suck and stroke her, feeling her cock twitch and grow harder in your mouth. Sheâs so big that you canât even fit it down your throat without choking in tears.
âItâs fine, baby, take it slow.â
You nodded and ran your tongue over the head of her cock. You could feel her thighs trembling as you worked your way down her length, teasing the sensitive areas with your tongue and lips. Agatha moaned loudly, her hands gripping your hair tightly as she enjoyed the sensations.
You moved faster, knowing that you had to bring her to climax soon. You could feel a powerful energy building within you just from pleasuring her, and you knew that this was something you wanted to do for her again and again. Her hips bucked against you, both her hands now gripping your hair as she began to lose in the sensation, each movement pushing her cock deeper and deeper.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed, her voice a low growl. Her head was throwing against the seat, her eyes were closed and her lips parted in messy moans as she held your head still and fucked into your mouth. She looked high and drunk in absolute pleasure, and that made you feel proud of yourself. "Yes, just like that."
You could feel the tension building within her, and you knew that she was close. Her breathing grew ragged, and her grip on your hair tightened as she neared the edge.
"I'm going to cum," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Yes, right there."
And then it happened â Agatha's body stiffened, and her cock throbbed in your mouth as she came. You felt the warm rush of her climax as she flooded your mouth with hot fluids. Your eyes rolled in pleasure and your nose pressed against her pubic hair. She cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and relief, as she rode out her orgasm.
Eventually, she softened and pulled out of your mouth, collapsing back onto her seat. You pushed yourself up, catching your breath. Youâre dripping wet and Agatha noticed the needs in your eyes.
Then, Agatha commands. âOn your knees.â
You quickly obeyed, moving to the backseat, getting down on all fours with your ass in the air. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and you pushed yourself back against Agatha's legs, yearning for her touch.
Youâre so ready to get fucked out of your sanity. Youâre a mess, drunk in alcohol and Agathaâs touch.
"That's it, baby," Agatha crooned, her hand running up and down your spine, sending shivers through your entire body. "Just like that."
With a grunt of effort, Agatha positioned herself behind you. You could feel the head of her cock probing against your entrance, testing your readiness. You whimpered softly, a mix of fear and excitement washing over you.
With a fierce grip on your hips, Agatha thrust forward. You felt the head of her cock push past your tight entrance, stretching you in a way you never thought possible. A gasp escaped from you as she continued to push deeper, and you felt every inch of her cock slide into you. It was both painful and exhilarating, the sensation overwhelming.
"Oh god, yes," you cried out, your voice shaking with emotion. "Fuck me, Agatha. Fuck me hard."
Agatha didn't need to be told twice. She began thrusting into you with a fierce intensity, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body. The slapping sounds of her hips hitting against your ass filled the car, punctuated by the occasional moan or gasp from either one of you.
Your hands reached back, gripping onto the seat belt clasps for support as Agatha pounded into you relentlessly. Her breaths came in short pants, her muscles tense with exertion. You could feel her heart pounding against your back, in sync with your own rapid heartbeat.
"This is what you want, huh?" you nodded, chanting her name like a sacred prayer. She growled, her grip tightening on your hips. "This is it, right? Getting fucked by an older womanâs cock, is that your kink?â
âYes! Mommy,â you cried out, âyes, yesyesyes.â
Your body responded to her words, your pussy clenching around Agatha's cock with each thrust. The feeling was indescribable, and you knew that this was something you would never forget.
"Fuck, Agatha," you moaned, lifting your hips to meet each of her strokes. "I'm going to come so hard."
"Good," Agatha murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel it, baby. I want to feel you come apart.â
Her words sent you over the edge. The pleasure built up inside of you, rushing through your body like wildfire until finally, it exploded out of you in waves of bliss. You screamed out her name, your pussy clenching down on her cock as your orgasm washed over you.
Agatha groaned as she felt your pussy contract around her cock, the sensation pushing her closer to her own release. "Fuck, hon," she hissed, "I'm right there with you."
Her hips bucked harder, each thrust more messy than the last. You could feel the tension in her tight grip on your hips, her veins popping up on her neck and her arms as she neared her climax. The feeling was intoxicating, knowing that you were driving her to such heights of pleasure.
"Cum for me, Agatha," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Cum inside me."
This was all it took. With a final, powerful thrust, Agatha cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her cock jerked inside you, shooting pulse after pulse of hot cum deep into your pussy. It was intense, almost painful in its intensity, but so incredibly pleasurable. You wondered how many women have had Agatha cumming inside them like this, the thought made you feel a wave of jealousy right through your chest.
As Agatha's orgasm subsided, her breathing slowly returning to normal, she pulled out of you with a soft pop. You felt a warm, wet sensation between your legs as her cock slipped from you, leaving you feeling empty and wanting more.
Her eyes flicked down to her slick, cum-covered cock before returning to you with a wicked smirk playing on her lips. She scoffed, flipping your body effortlessly onto your back. Your eyes followed her movements, now lying on your back as you watched Agatha try to catch her breath.
"Tired already, detective?" you challenged playfully. Your feet shifted towards her thigh, feeling her up through the rough fabrics of her cargo pants before pressing your feet on her sensitive cock, teasingly giving her a foot job that caused Agatha to buck her hips and whimper in sudden pleasure. You were certain that you could make her cum again, or even drive her to overstimulation if sheâd let you.
She stopped your movements with one firm grasp.
"Not enough, huh?" she asked, gazing at her own cum running down between your legs and looking back at you like she couldnât believe you still wanted more. âAre you trying to get yourself knocked up or something?â
âMaybe,â you teased, giggling softly before grabbing her collar and pulling her into a kiss. âYouâre incredible,â you whispered, your fingers slipping into her hair. âIâve never felt anything like this before.â
Agathaâs smirk widened as she cocked her head, her southern charm slipping effortlessly into her tone. âWell, sugar, âcourse you havenât,â she drawled, her voice dripping with a honeyed confidence that made your cheeks burn. âIâm exceptional.â
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đđ bf!rafe fingers and eats you like a man starved while you're on the phone
c!w; mdni !! sort of shy!reader, kinda humiliation kink on rafe's part, fingering, overstim, squirting, praise kink, slight degrading kink, use of nickname bunny. notes; thinking abt rafe just loving to see you squirm.
your best friend had been on the phone for nearly forty minutes, she was complaining about topper yet again. and of course, you attentively listened, until she started saying the same thing over and over again.
rafe could tell you were getting a little bored of your conversation, your eyes were glazing over a little as you sat cross-legged on his bed. he had been waiting for this conversation to end too, you two were about to ...get cozy. you turned your head mouthed a sympathetic 'sorry' to your somewhat patient boyfriend sitting next to you.
but his patience had run out.
he began running the pads of his fingers gently over the inside of your thigh, getting dangerously close to your clothed heat. your eyes shot up at him, a shit eating grin splayed across his lips and mischief in his eyes. he quickly slid his hand down to cup your pussy, you gasped lightly, luckily your best friend still on the other side of the phone took no notice.
your cheeks flushed almost a deep red as you breathed in, glancing at rafe who had his eyes now laser focused on your small pyjama shorts, very clearly getting more and more damp by the second. the tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips in satisfaction, he loved watching you get wet for him.
your breath hitched when he dragged his fingers over your clothed but wet slit before pulling the shorts and your soaked panties to the side. you hit the silence mic option on the call immediately, turning to look rafe in the eyes now.
he was slowly, tauntingly, gliding his fingers along your sopping slit, his mouth partially open as he watched your pussy twitch a little every so often. "rafe" you hissed, your chest beginning to rise and fall strenuously. his eyes just glanced up at you with a little smirk before looking back down. suddenly you heard your best friend saying your name on the phone, shit.
"y/n?? y/n are you there?" she asked, clearly annoyed. you hoped she hadn't been saying your name for too long. you switched mute off, "yes- sorry, rafe just um came and asked me something.. could you repeat that?"
your best friend sighed and went on to say something else about how topper's behaviour was unacceptable and you zoned out of the conversation again. looking down, rafe was now rubbing your puffy little clit, you couldn't help but let out a small whine but you froze when you realised your best friend definitely would've heard you then.
"are you okay?" she suddenly said, stopping in the middle of her ever flowing train of thought. you internally stuttered, not knowing what to say but quickly snapped out of it while rafe was no help, now turning rubbing teasing little strokes to tight little circles right on your aching bud. "sorry, my legs hurt... rafe, yknow" you quickly babbled, your friend then scoffing and going on to say something about how topper isn't good at sex.
you gripped rafe's wrist and he grinned, you mouthed 'stop' but that only made him slide two fingers deep into your drooling cunt whispering, "shh bunny, i know this pretty pussy is begging for my fingers. you keep talking."
he loved hearing the breathy whimpers you make for him to stop, to try and push him away, but he refused to relent, now lowering himself in front of you, his face an inch away from your core. you pulled the phone away from your face for a moment, the pleasure making you forget about that stupid mute button, "rafe." you whined quietly, "stop... ughh, please. the call 'll be done soon-"
you were promptly cut off by his mouth connecting to your weeping pussy, immediately eating you like a man starved as his two huge fingers continued to fuck your hole. he was mumbling into your clit now, periodically coming up for air to whisper a few words, "mmm, my dumb lil' bunny's taking my fingers so good..." "you taste so good baby..." "gonna make you squirt all over this tongue."
it was taking everything to keep quiet, laying back on the bed your phone had fallen beside you a long time ago, your hand threaded into his soft messy hair as he ravenously ate and teased you.
you looked to the side, noticing as rafe was pushing the phone back up to you, "keep talking baby, wanna see if you can hold in what a slut you're being for me" he grinned, his gaze piercing.
you shook your head but he pulled his fingers out with a stern expression, raising your phone up to you again with raised eyebrows, you let a shaky sigh go and held the phone up to your ear again. your best friend now asking you for your opinion, which you could only answer with shaky and deep breaths.
the way he was lapping at your sopping hole was getting sloppier, three fingers now causing you to unravel, the feeling was too overwhelming. your eyebrows cinched together as your thighs threatened to snap shut but rafe's strong arms had a death grip on them.
he looked up at you, a teasing glare as he licked a deep stripe up your pussy, your legs twitched and you quickly pulled the phone to your ear, "sorry girl i'm gonna have to go- ohh. um- shit, bye!" you hung up and threw the phone down, now gripping on rafe's head with one hand and the bed sheets with the other.
hot white ripped through your body and it felt like exploding fireworks, your juices now coating rafe's face and hand. you looked down at him, half lidded and gasping for air as he chuckled lightly into your tired cunt, pressing a butterfly kiss to your wet pussy before getting up.
"i knew you'd squirt f'me bunny, such a good girl." he breathed, sliding his hands up your trembling thighs.
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A dance with death (and her wife) (Part 2)
A look into Agatha and Rio's home life, and you are reeling from having The Witch and Lady Death in your motel room
Word count: 4200
Warnings: mentions of murder, manipulativeness, light gaslighting
The same morning you get called to Westview, Agatha Harkness wakes up to find her wife, Rio Vidal, staring at her.Â
âIf you were going to kill me, how would you do it?â Rio asks, and Agatha raises an eyebrow.Â
âGood morning to you, too,â she groans, propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look at Rio, who is lounging in the chair in the corner. âHow long have you been watching me sleep?âÂ
Rio shrugs. âYou make it sound like Iâm some serial killer whoâs about to murder you.â Her eyes widen conspiratorially and Agatha snorts before plopping back down.Â
âSheâs getting here today, you know,â Agatha says and she can hear Rioâs breath hitch.Â
She leans forward in the chair. âWhen do you think sheâll come see me?â The eagerness is evident in her voice, and Agatha knows how she feels.Â
âOnce we pull off our little âWelcome to Westviewâ stunt tonight? I bet no time at all,â Agatha answers.Â
Rio grins, seemingly satisfied with the answer, and picks up the skeleton mask sitting on the dresser. She fiddles with the strings and holds it up to her face. âI wouldnât be surprised if that Miami director books the appointment himself. Do police detectives usually include a business card to their wifeâs therapy practice in their information file to the FBI?âÂ
âBetter hope he doesnât just pull her off the case,â Agatha remarks, ignoring the question, and finally gets up out of bed and walks past the bouquet of purple azaleas on the vanity. âHeâs pretty serious when it comes to protecting her. Especially afterâŚâÂ
âNo,â Rio cuts her off and Agatha looks at her wife in surprise. Rio puts her mask down, stands up, and walks over so sheâs face-to-face with the older woman. She reaches a hand out to put it gently around Agathaâs throat, who doesnât even flinch. Rio smirks and drags her hand downward so itâs resting over her heart. âWeâre finally getting what we want. Do you know how long weâve been waiting for this? For her? Iâm not letting her go.â
Agatha tilts her head to the side, thinking for a second. âIf I were going to kill you, Iâd fill a syringe with air and inject it into your bloodstream under your toenail. The death would mimic a heart attack and the track mark would be almost impossible to find. Iâd tell the authorities that you were under so much stress as a therapist that it eventually took a toll on your body,â she says slowly, clinically even, watching Rioâs hazel eyes get dark.Â
She hums and looks down at Agathaâs lips. âYou really know how to make a lady swoon.â Rio gives her a quick peck and leaves the room so her wife can get ready for work.Â
On her way to the kitchen, Rio steps into the spare room in the hallway and takes a deep breath, feeling the tension seeping from her muscles. The table in the middle of the room is covered in vials, all Agathaâs doing. They donât call her The Witch for nothing, Rio thinks. She picks up her own dagger and twirls it between her practiced fingers while she admires the handiwork on the left side of the room.Â
From ceiling to floor, the wall is completely covered with you. Every single case file youâve profiled for, pictures of you from now all the way back to your childhood, transcripts from Quantico and college. Rioâs favorite photo hangs front and center, the one of the scar you got from dealing with the Scarlet Killer, all rough and jagged.Â
Rio wouldâve made it prettier.Â
Patience, she reminds herself.Â
The trap has been laid. All thatâs left to do is wait.Â
***
You turn the entire motel room upside down, scourging for anything else the killers may have left behind: a camera or a listening device, or maybe even a clue.Â
Nothing.Â
And then you kick yourself for touching everything because now you canât even test for prints. Plus, itâs a motel room so youâre not sure youâd be able to narrow it down.Â
The phone is in your hand dialing Tony back before you can think. He doesnât answer and you slam it down on the bed in frustration.Â
They were here. The Witch and Lady Death were in your room.Â
You draw the blinds and deadbolt the door, making a mental note to ask the front desk to change the locks. How did they get in? How did they know you were going to get food?Â
A cold feeling sinks into your bones. They must be watching you.Â
And whatâs to stop them from coming back? This time though, when youâre in the room?Â
Anyone could be next. Agathaâs words echo around in your head and you didnât realize just how true they are until now.Â
You donât realize youâre hyperventilating until you feel dizzy and gag. Then you run to the bathroom and puke into the toilet. Wiping a hand across your sweaty forehead, your mind spins with what to do.Â
You could call the police, but you donât think they would do any good, especially after youâve tampered with evidence. There were no cameras in this motel, you had already checked.Â
Pacing back and forth, head in your hands, you try and try and try to think of what to do.Â
And finally you think of something.Â
You punch in the number and hold the phone up to your ear.Â
It rings three times and then thereâs a click.Â
âDr. Rio Vidalâs office, if this is an emergency please hang up the phone and call 911. If not, this is Dr. Vidal, how can I help you?âÂ
You take a shaky breath and press your fingers to your forehead to stave off the incoming headache. âUm, yes, hi, I was calling to see if I could make an appointment? The sooner, the better.âÂ
Thereâs shuffling and then tapping of keys on a computer. âWhatâs your name?â When you say it, you hear a sharp inhale and then a cough. âSorry about that. How does 1 pm tomorrow sound?âÂ
You blink. You didnât realize youâd be able to get in that fast, but you suppose in a small town like Westview, not many people are going to therapy. âYeah, that would be great. Iâll see you tomorrow then. Thank you.âÂ
âBye, Agent Y/L/N,â she says. You frown. You never told her you were an agent. But you figure itâs been announced that youâre coming, so you brush it off.Â
You take a quick shower and then get into bed, trying to relax and maybe get some sleep. You promised Tony youâd get five hours a night, but youâll be lucky if you even get one.Â
At every groan and creak, you jump and grab your gun, sitting up completely alert. Itâs always the wind or a tree branch or the building settling.Â
You lay under the sheets, hand gripped around your weapon, and you donât sleep a wink.Â
When you get to the station the next morning, the first person you see is Agatha. She looks up at you, takes in your new outfit, and smiles brightly.Â
The killers replaced all your clothes so you had no choice but to wear the new ones until youâre able to go shopping. You wouldnât be surprised if they laced the fabric with something and you end up dead before lunch, but itâs snowing today and you had nothing else to wear.Â
âHave a good first night in Westview?â She asks and you cautiously glance around the room.Â
âCan I talk to you for a minute?â You ask urgently, voice low. Concern flits onto her face and she nods and stands up. She pulls you into the evidence locker. âThey were at my motel last night,â you hiss.Â
Agathaâs hand flies to her mouth. âThe killers? Are you sure?âÂ
You nod furiously. âI had left to get food and when I came back, the door was open and they had packed my suitcase with all new stuffââ You motion down at your body and she checks you out again. ââand perfume and then they circled âloversâ on a sticky note I had to tell me their relationship and they left the flower on my table!âÂ
âSlow down,â Agatha says and you realize youâve been talking so fast that you havenât taken a breath. She puts her hands on your shoulders. âDid you see them? Did they come back?âÂ
âNo, not yet at least. I donât understand, if they wanted to kill me, why not just wait until I was there? Or asleep?âÂ
âMaybe they didnât want to kill you,â Agatha suggests. âMaybe they just wanted to send you a message or something. Itâs pretty big news that we have a profiler from the FBI here to help stop them.âÂ
You frown. âSo they wanted to let me know theyâre not scared of me?âÂ
She shrugs. âMaybe, maybe not. Who knows what theyâre thinking. But the most important thing is that youâre okay. We can send over some officers later to test for evidence, if you want.âÂ
âItâs no use, I tore the place apart last night,â you say, shaking your head at your own stupidity. She squeezes your shoulders.Â
âHey, donât worry. Like you said, if they wanted you dead, youâd be dead. Letâs go out there and work on catching them so you and everyone else in Westview can sleep easy, yeah?âÂ
You nod, feeling a little better but then you pause. âAgatha, are you afraid?â
Something flickers in her eyes before it's quickly replaced by humor. âI think they know better than to break into the home of a decorated detective such as myself,â she says haughtily and you canât help but to laugh. She chuckles too, but then something in her face changes.Â
Before you can ask whatâs wrong, she leans in and sniffs up your neck. You freeze and find all the air in your lungs gone.Â
âNew perfume?â She mutters.Â
You had put it on this morning without even thinking about it as your usual had also been taken. Thanatos. The Greek personification of death.Â
Or as Freud defined it, a personâs urge to die.Â
âYeah,â you stutter. Agatha finally pulls back and her blue eyes are dilated. You find your gaze dropping down to her mouth again and you want to feel her lips on yours.Â
âYou said they packed your suitcase with all new stuff,â she says in a hushed voice and your heartbeat picks up. âDid they give you that too?âÂ
âYes,â you whisper, and instead of looking disgusted, like you thought she would, she looks excited.Â
She leans back in and presses her face into your neck and are you imagining her lips ghosting against your skin or is that really happening? It feels like your entire body is on fire.Â
They trail up, light as a feather against your jugular vein, and sheâs at your chin when the door slams open and you jump back. She winks and then sheâs turning on her heel and walking out. Itâs an officer, trying to book evidence, looking very confused.Â
âMaking friends, Miami?â He jokes and your face flushes before you quickly leave the room before finding Agatha and the rest of the detectives back in the room with the case information.Â
You tirelessly pour over every single detail for the next few hours to no avail. You toss out theories but Agatha always finds something that doesnât add up and youâre always back to square one.Â
But then itâs time for your therapy appointment, so you drop your pen down to the table and gather the pages of your chicken scratch to throw in your bag.Â
âI have to head out,â you say hastily and Agatha glances up.Â
âHot date, superstar?â She teases and the memory of her mouth on your neck burns through you.Â
You shake your head. âJust uh, going to the doctor.âÂ
She raises an eyebrow daringly and smirks. âHave fun.âÂ
You give her a tight smile and then youâre in your car driving to the office. Thereâs people walking on the street on your route and you canât help but wonder which of them might be the next victim.Â
Itâs always been hard to not get too attached to the people in the towns you work at. Looking at them, knowing tomorrow they might not be alive, it takes a toll on you.Â
Thatâs part of the reason you get so attached. The waiting, the not knowing. It eats away at you.Â
Dr. Vidalâs office is tucked away in the corner of a string of workspaces in a building, and you feel something weird in your stomach as you walk up the steps. For the third time in the past 24 hours, your scar sears with a pain you havenât felt since right after. You have to stop and breathe deeply before opening the door.Â
A woman sits at the front desk typing on her computer. She barely even looks at you and you stand at the desk for a moment before clearing your throat.Â
âUm, hi, I have an appointment for one? Iâm Y/N,â you say and itâs like sheâs finally realized someoneâs standing there.Â
She hums in acknowledgement and scrolls until she finds your name and clicks. âThe doctor will be with you shortly.âÂ
You tap the desk and go sit down, wiping your palms on your pants. Itâs only a few minutes before a door opens and your name is called.Â
Walking into the room, the first thing you notice is the thick smell of nature. And then you see plants everywhere. Bookshelves line the walls, full with books and pots of every type of plant and flower youâve ever seen. Your eyes narrow, but you donât see anything purple.Â
And then you see Dr. Vidal sitting behind a large desk. You tentatively take a seat in one of the chairs across from her, squirming under her intense gaze. Sheâs an attractive woman, hair pulled back into a tight bun and brown eyes that seem to stare into your soul. Thereâs not a hair out of place on her desk; everything is meticulously organized and right where she needs it.Â
You clear your throat. âBig plant lover?â You say, and itâs an incredibly awkward way to make a first impression. Youâve never been good at therapy, or with uncomfortable silences.Â
But she doesnât seem to care, finds it almost amusing. Her tongue pushes against the inside of her cheek and she settles forward. âSo, what brings you to therapy?âÂ
You donât even know where to start. âI just got to town, and um, oh â Iâm a profiler, by the way, for the FBI. Iâm here working on the case with The Witch and Lady Death.âÂ
âLady Death?â Dr. Vidal asks, giving you an intrigued look.Â
âOh, we figured out that thereâs actually two killers. Thatâs what I nicknamed the other one, because apparently sheâs been seen with the bottom half of a skeleton mask on her face. Wait, this is all confidential right?âÂ
âOf course,â she assures you, voice smooth as honey. âAnything you say here doesnât leave this room unless you threaten to hurt yourself or someone else. So, youâre here about the case?âÂ
You nod, playing with the hem of your sweater. âYeah, you could say that. I sort of have some obsessive tendencies when it comes to cases like these, and I just wanted to get ahead of them before I spiraled again.âÂ
âWhat does a spiral look like for you?âÂ
Chewing on your nail, your gut twists and you can feel Wandaâs knife jabbing into you. âI stop eating, stop sleeping. The work consumes me, I canât take a break. I donât want to take a break. Thereâs just this overwhelming need to catch the killer and I wonât stop â I canât stop â until I find them. It can be dangerous.âÂ
She nods and writes something down in her notebook. âWhy did you become a profiler?âÂ
âTo help people,â you answer immediately. âI like reading the killers, figuring out what theyâre thinking, getting inside their heads and beating them at their own game.âÂ
âWhen did you start knowing you wanted to do this? Why not just become a detective or something?âÂ
This one takes a bit longer to think about. âI donât know, I just remember being a kid and wanting toâŚâ You trail off, suddenly feeling confused. âIâm sorry, I donât really know what I was going to say.â Something is weird, wrong even. What were you thinking of?Â
âNo, donât apologize,â Dr. Vidal says, laying her hands on the desk with wide eyes. âYou wanted to what as a kid? What happened that made you want to think like a killer?âÂ
A dull ache starts to throb against your skull the harder you try and think about it. âI donât know,â you repeat, pinching the bridge of your nose. âIâm not thinking like a killer, Iâm figuring out the way their brain works. So I can catch them.âÂ
She leans back and crosses her arms. âWhat do you feel when you think like them?âÂ
âWhat does this have to do withââ But youâre cut off by a blinding burst of pain and then glimpses of something you canât quite explain flash through your mind.Â
Snow.Â
Trees.Â
A clearing in the woods.Â
Red birds flutter from the branches, startled by something.Â
You hear your name and the images are gone. Dr. Vidal is watching you closely, breathing heavily. âWhat was that?âÂ
Shaking your head, you try to make sense of what just happened. Memories or hallucinations? âUm, sorry, I donât know. What was the question?âÂ
Her eyes are dark and they remind you of Agathaâs in the evidence locker. How she had leaned down and smelled the perfume you were wearing. You shift in your chair.Â
âI was asking what your coping mechanisms are for when you start to feel yourself spiraling,â she says, and youâre still a little foggy, but youâre pretty sure thatâs not what she asked.Â
You think you might be going crazy. âMy boss back in Miami was pretty good about recognizing when I needed to take a step back. Iâm trying to not get too involved and make sure Iâm eating and staying hydrated and sleeping enough. And Iâm here, so I think this should help.âÂ
âThatâs what Iâm here for,â Dr. Vidal says with a smile. âIf you ever start to feel too drawn in, take three deep breaths and then do the 5-4-3-2-1 technique. Are you familiar?âÂ
You almost roll your eyes. Thatâs exactly what they told you to do during your mandated therapy. Name five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste. It was meant to ground you and reduce your anxiety.Â
âYeah, Iâve tried it a few times, but it didnât really work for me,â you admit and she waves dismissively.Â
She quickly scribbles something down and rips out a chunk of paper, sliding it across to you. âThis is my cell,â she says. âCall me anytime, day or night, if you ever need to talk. Sometimes thatâs the best way to calm down. I know youâre new here, but do you have anyone else, maybe someone youâve been working with that you could talk to if you need to?âÂ
âThereâs this one woman I work with thatâs pretty nice. Sheâs the main detective on the case, so I think I could reach out if I really needed to,â you say and she looks pleased.Â
âDetective Harkness?â Dr. Vidal asks.Â
In a small town, people are bound to be familiar with each other. âUm, yeah, do you know her?âÂ
She smirks. âVery well. Sheâs quite attractive, donât you think?âÂ
The question catches you off-guard. Is everyone in this place weird? âI mean, sure, of course. Are you allowed to say that?âÂ
âWell, sheâs my wife so I would hope so.âÂ
Your mouth drops open. Her lips on your skin, ghosting along your neck, filling you with heat and a need for more. âOh, Iâm so sorry for saying that, I had no idea, obviously. We just work together.âÂ
âDonât be, doll. Iâm sure the two of you would make quite the pair,â Dr. Vidal says, and you ignore the possible unprofessionalism at the pet name. She doesnât seem offended at all, only fascinated.Â
You shift in your seat again while trying to figure out what to say. âWellââ you start, but she cuts you off.Â
âLet me guess, sheâs been flirting?âÂ
Fuck. What do you even say? Is Dr. Vidal going to be mad, say she canât treat you anymore? Itâs not your fault, you hadnât done anything.Â
She scoffs. âYouâre such a pretty young thing, I canât blame her. Youâll have to come over for dinner with us some night.âÂ
âUm, is that allowed?â You ask, blinking slowly. You have absolutely no idea what is going on. Is your therapist suggesting a threesome with you and her wife and woman youâre working with?Â
âGetting a meal with your support system? Why wouldnât it be?â When she phrases it like that, itâs hard to find an error with her logic.Â
You shrug. It would be nice to be able to talk freely about things. And youâre sure Agatha has told her about the case already. âYeah, okay.â
âIs there anything else you want to talk about?âÂ
The question weighs on your mind as you chew on your lip and debate whether or not to tell her about the images you just saw. You donât remember ever being in those woods. âDo patients ever, I donât know, see things while they talk to you? Like false memories or something?âÂ
This gets her attention. âWhat did you see?âÂ
âSnow, and woods, and a flock of birds. I donât know, it felt familiar but Iâve neverâŚâ You try to put it into words, but you donât know how.Â
âWhat happens when you try to follow that memory?â She asks and you close your eyes, but thereâs nothing.Â
âIâI canât. There was like a pain in my head when you asked about what made me want to think like a killer, and then I saw it, but itâs not happening now.â You sound defeated, a testament to your frustration.Â
Dr. Vidal frowns. âDo you know what repressed memories are? And I never asked you that.âÂ
Itâs like the floor tilts under you and you stare blankly at her. You can only focus on the latter part. âNo, you did, I rememberâŚâ You start to breathe heavily, panic rising in your chest, and she comes over to rub at your back. âI donât understand.âÂ
âItâs possible youâre feeling a little overwhelmed by all this. I think you need to go home and get some rest. Did you sleep last night?âÂ
It makes sense to you now. You didnât sleep at all, your brain is just playing tricks on you. âNo.âÂ
She nods. âGo home. Take a nap. Letâs book a follow up, though. See if we can get to the bottom of those images.âÂ
You choose to come back in three days in the afternoon again and then you drive back to the motel. Your exhaustion suddenly weighs a ton and all you have to do is stumble in your room, collapse on the bed, and you pass out.Â
The snow crunches underneath your boots as you trode through it. Branches claw at your legs through your pants and the wind whips your cheeks.Â
Itâs cold, but you canât feel it.Â
Where are you going? You donât know, but your legs do. They take you through the woods into the clearing.Â
You stand alone for a few minutes and then you hear someone â something? â approaching.Â
A purple wolf.Â
You crouch down to your knees and it saunters up to you. One eye is a piercing blue, the other is hazel.Â
So familiar, yet otherworldly. You donât understand.Â
It opens its mouth to say something, and youâre leaning in to make sure you hear it, when â
Your phone rings and it jolts you awake in a cold sweat. You roll over in bed to find youâve been asleep for hours. You reach for your phone when you realize that youâre completely naked.Â
How did that happen?Â
When you were younger, you know you had problems with sleep-walking, but you would always keep your clothes on. You file that away to talk to Dr. Vidal about next time.Â
âHello?â You say groggily, not even checking whoâs on the other line.Â
âItâs Agatha,â the voice says and itâs like a bucket of cold water gets thrown on you. âThereâs been another murder.â
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PART 10.
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series summary: you catsit for lee know while he's on tour and unexpectedly develop a relationship with him through texting him about his cats
pairing: lee know x reader
chapter tags: smau written chapter, fluff, making out
Room 98.Â
With your heart beating loudly in your chest you stuff your phone in your purse and lift your hand to knock on the door. Before your fist can even touch the wood, the door is pulled open and youâre standing face to face with the man youâve been talking to every day for the last few weeks.Â
Minho is just how you remember him. Tall, lean and insanely beautiful. His black hair is hanging over his forehead, the strands reaching just under his eyes on either side of his face and his gorgeous brown eyes are staring at you so intensely, you actually feel your knees grow weak.Â
âHey,â you whisper.Â
âHi,â he says back, his voice soft. âYouâre here.âÂ
âIâm here,â you parrot, your lips curling up in a smile.Â
He seems to realize then that youâre still standing out in the hallway and he steps back, gesturing for you to come inside. You shuffle past him, getting a whiff of his cologne as you do. Your suitcase rolls behind you and you quickly set it aside and drop your purse on top of it, eager to turn towards Minho again.Â
Heâs there when you do, his arms already open and you waste no time stepping into them. Minho wraps his arms around your body as pulls you against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. You fit against him like a puzzle piece and for a moment the two of you just stand there in silence.Â
âI thought you were going to jump me?â Minho says then, breaking the silence.Â
You laugh against his chest and swat against his back with the palm of your hand.Â
âAll thoughts kind of left my brain there for a minute,â you admit to him, not moving from your position in his arms.Â
âHmm, Iâve been told I have that effect,â Minho teases, his lips grazing your hair as he speaks.Â
âI bet,â you let out a giggle, tightening your arms around his waist. âGlad to know youâre the same tease in real life.âÂ
Minho chuckles, his chest vibrating against your cheek. âI wouldnât want to disappoint.âÂ
You slowly relax your hold of him to pull back a little, wanting to see his face again. Minho loosens his arms as well and one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing the skin just under your eye, while the other stays on your back.
âJust as beautiful as I remember,â he whispers and his eyes flick to your mouth.Â
Fuck. Is he going to kiss you? Youâd lie if you said you hadnât thought about it ever since he sent you the plane ticket. He wanted to see you, he flirted with you all the time, hell he even told you that in his mind the two of you were already dating, even if he never took you out before.Â
âIâm going to kiss you now,â Minho says and his other hand comes up to gently take a hold of the back of your neck. âIf you donât want me toââÂ
You donât let him finish and stand on your tippy toes to press your lips against his, successfully shutting him up. His fingers twitch against your neck as he melts against you, his lips soft and gentle.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck to get even closer to him and when your fingers glide through the soft strands of his hair, something seems to shift in him. His hands glide down from your face to your hips where his fingers tighten as he pulls you flat against him. Every inch of your body is touching his now and you can feel his heat through your clothes. It feels good, nice, incredible even.Â
Minho's lips move over yours like theyâve never done anything but kiss you, and when he nips at your bottom lip, you gasp against his mouth which allows him to deepen the kiss. A noise escapes your throat when his tongue meets yours and your whole body starts to feel like it's on fire. Youâve been kissed before, but never like this.Â
You pull back to gasp for air and Minho takes that moment to move his hands even lower, grabbing onto your ass as he lifts you up. A squeal leaves your mouth at the sudden movement, wrapping your legs around his waist while your arms tighten around his neck.Â
âMinho!â you laugh, holding onto him for dear life.Â
âNow weâre the same height,â he grins, his hands still on your ass.Â
âAre you sure you didnât just want to touch myââÂ
Minhoâs mouth is on yours again, kissing you like he never plans to stop and you happily let him.
a/n: hehe I hope you enjoyed this cute reunion. Let me know if you'd like to read any other written bits for this story and maybe I'll do a few extra bonus scenes ;)
next chapter will be texts again (and also probably the last chapter aaahhh)
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What could've been
So this is a small one shot about BB not getting injured and how I imagined it would've gone... I hope you enjoy it and if you have any questions feel free to ask me anytime â it might take me a day or two to reply but please feel free to send in your asks
Lucy knew you would be the greatest player that ever set a foot on the pitch. She watched you grow up training with her. You could barely hold your balance but you were able to kick a ball. Lucy immediately saw the potential you had. You were a rough diamond. Every time you saw a ball you toddled over as quickly as you could falling over three or more times before getting there but the moment you were close enough you just kicked it away laughing happily toddling after it again. Your sister watched with pride how you developed through your kid years until City picked up on your talent. You were just short of your sixth birthday when City asked Lucy for a meeting. They told her they saw you kicking about with her after a game and kept an eye on you and they were very happy with what they saw. Your sister agreed quickly to bring you in one day for a trail training day. So you were 5 Years, 354 days and 7 hours old when Lucy pulled your first City jersey over your head. Even tho it was just a trainings jersey and it was two sizes too big for your small frame you and her sported the same proud look. Hers was more noticeable than yours but you copied her anyway. The girls you had to play with were older and bigger than you so your first session didn't go as well as Lucy hoped. You got pushed around a lot. Your body more on the ground than not and at one point your sister thought about pulling you out but Trainer told her to leave it. She was right â every time you got pushed over you stood back up running after the ball. You were a true Bronze. Competitive to no end. Tough â not only was it your name it was also your personality. One of the girls tackled you hard and it took you a moment longer to get up Lucy already on her way over when your new trainer stopped her
âYou're worse than any soccer momâ your trainer rolled her eyes pulling Lucy back by her jacket
âThat little.... girl... fouled my sister... hard... that should've been a yellowâ your sister gestured upset towards the field
âWe don't have cards hereâ Linda deadpanned
âWell... then start using themâ Lucy said upset â... they have to learn at some point... start young... so they know what's going onâ
âLucy... I understand you're nervous...â your trainer started
âI'm not nervousâ your sister interrupted defensive
âYou are a wreck...â Linda rolled her eyes again â.... your sister is good... by far better than anyone I've seen so far... she'll come far... but you have to let her do it herself...â
âThat's my baby sister out thereâ Lucy growled â... I will make sure that little.... âŚ. girl.... won't ever set foot on a pitch again if she fouls my sister againâ
âWell... that's not how it works around hereâ your trainer said calm â... stop being overbearing... y/n will learn to deal with foulsâ
Spoiler alert â Lucy and you both dealt with fouls the same... not well at all. You were always the first in a Refs face while your sister preferred to get into players faces.
With 12 you were invited to train with the senior squad the first time. Again Lucy was proud her chest puffed out when her trainer informed her that you would join the squad next week to see how you could keep up. You whined the whole way home to Keira to keep Lucy in check because your sister was so embarrassing. Keira just chuckled and promised to do her best but you both knew that it was useless. Just like the first time your sister pulled your first senior jersey over your head smiling widely.
âLuuuuccyyyyâ you whined ashamed
âWhat...â Lucy asked pulling the jersey over your head â... we have to keep the tradition goingâ
âI'm old enough to dress meself....â you tried to push her away but it was no use
âIt's tradition...â your sister grumbled as she tried to duck away from flailing arms
âYou can't keep doing thatâ you whined again â... it's embarrassingâ
âI don't care...â Lucy huffed grabbing your arm trying to get it through the sleeve
âLucyyy...â you whined pulling against her grip
âStop it...â your sister grumbled
âKeiraaaaaa....â you cried out for help only get met with an amused looking face from your sister girlfriend
âSorry Bits...â Keira smirked â... she told me she will do it no matter what and I sat the stakes high...â
âI'm abstaining something very important for you....â Lucy mumbled as she finally got you into the trainings shirt
âJesus...â you groaned â... why would you tell me stuff like that?!â
âBecause I love youâ your sister grinned â... now come on... show em how good you areâ
You were 15 years, 300 days and 15 hours old when you played your first WSL game. It was against Brighton and you came on for Alex Greenwood who looked like a proud mother when she jogged over sending you into your first game in the 73rd minute. Lucy made Alana swap positions so she was standing next to you playing centre back instead of right back and you realized pretty quickly that first â Lucy was shit as a centre back and secondly... you weren't a defender. Your runs pushed high into the midfield and together with Keira you created chance after chance for Hempo, White and Raso. Even for Georgia â the new girl. She was nice but you couldn't really say anything else about her. Except for that she idolizes your sister and tried to copy her as good as possible which you found weird. It was just Lucy... if that girl wanted to idolize someone, she should pick someone good and famous â like... Rapinoe, Sinclair, Renard or Marta. But not Lucy.
âCome on Bubs...â you heard Lucy yell â... head in the game!â
âI'm right next to you you daft goldfishâ you shot back pulling a face
âConcentrateâ your sister sneered
âWe're up 4 â 0.... I could start my French lesson with Kari and it wouldn't make any differenceâ you started to argue and your sister saw you were bored out of your mind
âIt's disrespectfulâ Lucy said now calmly â... I know you want the big games but you also need the experience firstâ
âAgainst Brighton??â you looked at her confused â... if I score a goal from here... can I play against Atletico?â
âNo....â your sister shot down your idea â... you'll train and you'll learn and get minutes and experience and THEN you'll get minutes in the big gamesâ
âKeiraâ you whined stomping your foot
âKinda busy here Bitsâ Keira huffed trying to get the ball of an opponent player so you just sprinted towards them getting possession and just belted it away
âNow youâre not...â you said as a matter of fact â... Lucy is mean and I'm boredâ
âBitsy....â your âother momâ looked at you with a blank face â... you just scoredâ
âYes, I know...â you shrugged your shoulders â... their defence was off the whole game... there was always enough space between the near post and the backlineâ
âYOU SCORED!!!â Georgia screamed as she jumped on your back
âAnd you get off meâ you immediately threw her off again â... jumping on me back without knowing me... didn't your parents teach you any manners??â
âSorryâ Georgia mumbled looking like a kicked puppy
âDon't take it personal G...â Keira laughed â... she's grumpy because Lucy apparently said something she didn't likeâ
âI just thought it was a good goalâ the young player mumbled ashamed
âOh it was... but Bitsy is... special... right now that goal doesn't mean shit to her... she's hung up on her argument with her sister...â Keira squeezed her friends shoulder â... you'll learn that these two are different than other siblingsâ
âGreat goal Bubsâ Lucy ruffled your hair smiling â... you still won't start Atleticoâ
âYou suckâ you snapped stomping back to your position â... and you suck as a centre back!!â
âOne day she'll play for the biggest clubsâ your sister looked after you grinning widely
Lucy leaving for Lyon was hard on you. You got used to her presence on the pitch behind you. You got used to her having your back always offering you a hand pulling you back up when you ate grass again. Always being there when you stayed down a second too long. So her moving to France was hard. You understood â kinda. It was good for her career but not good for your head. Keira did what she could to maintain your daily routine as good as possible but alone the drive to the Academy send you into a frenzy most days. Nick noticed your play was off so he put you back on the bench at first and then back into the B-Team. This set you off even more up to the point where you got physically sick every time you needed to go to training. Keira gave Lucy regular updates even telling her that it got worse with you and she didn't know what to do anymore. Your sister your saviour and protector came back to Manchester the first chance she got with the plan to slap some sense into you but when she saw you like a heap of misery hunched over on the couch all her aggression about you throwing away a big chance like this flew out the window
âBubs...â Lucy said softly not wanting to scare you
âHm...â you looked up your eyes dull
âOh Bubs...â your sister sighed pulling you up and against her holding you tightly â... what were you thinking Bubs?â
âYou just leftâ you mumbled emotionless against her shoulder not hugging her back
âWe talked about it Bubs...â Lucy kept her voice low â... you're all grown up now and you don't need me anymore...â
âI don't want you to leaveâ you started to sniffle
âIt's okay Bubs...â your sister pressed a kiss to your temple â... I've got a few days off now...â
âNot days Luce...â you were silently crying now â... not leavingâ
âIt's my job Bubs... you'll understand one dayâ Lucy sighed noticing how light you became â... we'll get you back on track and then you'll join me in Lyon okayâ
âDon't wanna go thereâ you sniffed
âIt's amazing there Bubs... they have so many ways to train... you have to see their gym Bubs... it's like the holy grail...â your sister talked while she gently maneuvered you to the kitchen table âbut now we'll get some food into you and then we'll get you to bed, hm?â
It took Lucy all of seven days until she got you to eat small portions again. They were small and even when just a bite too much had you sprinting to the toilet again she was happy with her accomplishment. Five small meals a day. That's what you agreed on â breakfast at 8, then at 11 again, Lunch at 1.30, another small meal at 4 and dinner latest at 7.30. Your sister knew how much you needed your daily routines and she drilled it into Keira to keep those routines. As much as Keira tried after Lucy left you fell into old habits again. Skipping meals, training and meetings. The blonde called your sister completely shattered how she can't watch you kill yourself. Again Lucy jumped on a plane flying back to Manchester. This time tho she went to her girlfriend first telling her that she couldn't have done it without her and whatever happened it's not Keiras fault. Keira cried into Lucys broad shoulder and in the end Lucy stayed the night reassuring her girlfriend over and over again how good she was. The next morning when your sister entered your home you were already gone and much to her annoyance nobody knew where to. It was late at night when Lucy heard the keys open the front door and you entered the house
âNice for you to join us for Dinnerâ your sister deadpanned
âWhat... Mum and Dad called the cavalry to slap some sense into me?â you shot back your voice just as emotionless
âIt was actually Keira...â Lucy kept her voice flat
âHm.... the girlfriendâ you hummed finally pulling your shoes off
âWhat happened to you?â your sister asked bluntly
âI'm growing up Luce... it happens to the best of usâ you shrugged wandering over to the fridge looking inside to see your mother left you dinner but you weren't hungry so you just closed the door again
âYou are doing fuck allâ finally Lucy showed some emotion â... you're killing yourselfâ
âAnd in what universe do you care?â you shot back your voice getting louder as well
âThat's not fair y/n... you KNOW I care...â your sister getting loud now too â... what the hell is going on with you lately?â
âWhateverâ you rolled your eyes pushing past Lucy
âOh no...â Lucy panted out a laugh â... you are NOT running from meâ
âFuck off Lucyâ you sneered as your sister tried to grab your wrist
âY/n Tough Bronze...â your sister sneered back just as hostile â... tell me NOW what's going on with you?â
âYou don't care anyway... go back to France and leave me the fuck aloneâ you were now full on yelling turning to leave again
âYou don't talk to me like thatâ Lucy yelled following you up the stairs
âWhat is going on here? It's past midnightâ your mum appeared on the hallway
âShe wouldn't leave me aloneâ you exclaimed upset pointing at Lucy
âShe JUST came home Mum...â your sister explained â... I just want to know what's going on with herâ
âCan you please yell at each other quieter?â your Mum rolled her eyes getting reminded at the situations she already lived through with Lucy and Sophie
âShe can just leave me alone and I wouldn't have to say anything at allâ you growled shoving Lucy hard who now stood next to you
âJust talk to meâ Lucy begged â... I just want to help youâ
âTHEN GO BACK TO FRANCE AND FUCK OFF.....â you exploded â.... AND WHEN YOU'RE AT IT â PLEASE CRASH ON THE WAY THERE!!!â
Lucy and your Mum stood there frozen as you threw the door shut so hard that two pictures fell off the wall
âBubs...â your sister looked at the closed door tears pooling in her eyes
âLucy...â your Mum said softly â... she doesn't mean it... I promise... she's just going through a lot right now...â
âWhy does she hate me?â Lucy asked her voice breaking
âShe doesn't.... she's a teenager Lucy...â your Mum pulled her eldest daughter into a hug â... there's a lot of change going on lately and you know never was good with changes... Go to bed Love... try again laterâ
âI don't have time Mum...â your sister cried into her mothers shoulder â... I need to go back tonightâ
âYou'll find a way Lucyâ your Mum kept her voice gentle â... you always didâ
âPack a bagâ Lucy all but kicked down your door a few hours later
âWhat?â you asked sleepy not registering what's happening
âPack... a... bagâ your sister repeated while she opened your curtains â... you have an hour.... if you even think of running... I'm still faster then youâ
âGo an fuck off Luciaâ you now growled throwing the next best thing at her which was a glass that shattered at the wall behind your sister
âYou're coming with me to Lyonâ Lucy continued not even fazed by your hostile behaviour â... Mum okay-ed it, I can keep an eye on you and I'll make sure you'll be too tired to even think about fucking upâ
âYou can't just...â you exclaimed shocked
âOh but I can...â your sister replied calmly â... 58 Minutes... if you're not done, I'll come back up and pull you out of your room meselfâ
âI hate you!â you yelled after her as she left you alone again
âI don't careâ Lucy yelled back smirking to herself
âWelcome to Franceâ your sister sing songed as you exit the plane
âIt's dirty and it smells like a trash pitâ you grumbled as Lucy threw her arm around your shoulders
âStop being grumpyâ Lucy chuckled
âI still hate you and I still wished we crashedâ you growled
âHm... yeah... sorry I couldn't help you with that...â your sister kept her voice light and her mood calm â... we're gonna pick up your luggage and then we'll drive to me flat... tomorrow at 8 we have to be at the trainings grounds and you'll come with me.... if you don't come willingly I'll force youâ
âYou can't...â you snapped
âI can... what you wanna do? Run away? Good luck... they don't speak english here... Book a flight back? Good luck again... you don't have the money and on top you need to be accompanied by an adult...â Lucy gave you a reality check â... oh an the longer you decide to be all twaty the longer you'll stay with me and train here...â
âFirst chance I get I'll end your careerâ you growl helplessly
âCome on Bubs...â Lucy yelled from behind you â... keep an eye on the other right wingerâ
âWell... for what are you there?â you turned around frustrated as EugĂŠnie Le Sommer took the ball off you again
âTo get you back in lineâ your sister smirked and you used a stray ball to belt it towards her missing her by inches
âTu vas mieuxâ Wendi smiled ruffling your hair
âNo idea what you said but... tu es nul aussiâ you shrugged your shoulders making all the French players burst out laughing
âYou getting gooderâ Wendi laughed
âGooder is not a word... frog legâ you grumbled
âLucy... dis-lui qu'elle va bienâ EugĂŠnie laughed
âThey say you're getting better Bubs...â Lucy smiled her chest puffed out proudly
âThey could also learn english... no one speaks French in the world... everyone speaks english...â you grumbled as you started to dribble a little bit
âStop being so grumpy all the time... they were nice enough to let me bring you hereâ your sister groaned
âYeah well... I'm not here by choiceâ you huffed picking up with your foot volleying it towards the goal
âBubs please...â Lucy rolled her eyes still haven't figured out what was going on with you
âPlease what?â you snapped watching the ball hitting the back off the net
âJust talk to meâ your sister said and everyone around slowly but surely stepped back giving you two some space
âWhat you wanna hear? How alone I felt when you left? How suddenly it wasn't fun anymore to play? How the whole team sucked when you weren't standing behind me anymore? How it feels to hear â... Lucy would do it this way... Lucy would've cleared that ball easily... Lucy was more alert... Lucy Lucy Lucyâ all the damn time? How nothing made sense anymore?â it exploded out of you
âBreathâ was everything Lucy said fixing you with a stare her hands grabbing your shoulders âBreath Bubs...â
You didn't even realize that you stopped breathing â you just had to get if off your chest. So when Lucy grabbed your shoulders you just shook your head not knowing how to react. Your sister sprang into action shaking you a little bit
âBreathâ Lucy said firmly seeing how your face lost colour âDamnit BREATH Bubsâ
THAT did the trick and you sucked in a deep breath
âGood... good Bubsâ your sister said relieved â... another one... perfect... come on... deep breathsâ
âI don't wanna play anymoreâ you whispered tears springing to your eyes
âIf you really don't want to play anymore that's okay Bubsâ Lucy pulled you against her hugging you tightly â... it would be a great loss for the football world but it would be okayâ
âI don't want to play without you anymoreâ you started crying your sobs wrecking through your body
âI need to at the moment...â your sister whispered against your hair â... I want to play against you in the Champions League...â
âI don't want to play against youâ you sobbed grabbing onto Lucys trainings shirt tightly
âYou scared you'll lose?â Lucy chuckled âIf you don't want to Bubs you don't have to... but you're so good... it would really be a loss to footballâ
âCan't I just play here with you?â you sniffed
âNo...â your sister said gently â... City needs you... England needs you... KEIRA needs youâ
âKeira has a new BFF... her names Georgia... strange girlâ you hick uped
âShe still needs her Bitsy more than you realizeâ Lucy kept her voice soft â... you're the only Bronze she has left... the other Bronzeâ
âI need you back home Lucyâ you mumbled against her shoulder
âI'll be back for Camp soon...â your sister kissed your forehead â... I need you to get your shit together by then okayâ
âNot for Camp Luce...â you looked at her your eyes red and puffy â... for foreverâ
âSoon Bubs... I promiseâ Lucy kissed your forehead again
âDon't be nervous Bitsâ Keira mumbled standing behind you in the tunnel
âHow couldn't I be? I'm 15 and playing Champions League...â you mumbled back your whole body vibrating
âYou are the best out there...â the blonde put her hand on your shoulder trying to ground you
âIt's Lucy we're playing againstâ you took a shaky breath
âAs soon as you step on that pitch she's not Lucy... she's the opponent you need to beatâ Keira said her voice low knowing just how hard it was to convince yourself
âAs if you could..â you started
âI have to... it's Champions League.. even to we'll get another chance I don't want to travel to Lyon having to chase down goals to get those three pointsâ
âGot it... go out... tank them over Manc styleâ you mumble to yourself
âExactly... show the world that you are the better Bronze Bitsyâ Keira smiled seeing how your whole presence changed into game mode
âCome on Ref!!â you yelled upset as you picked yourself up again being the main target of Lyon âCan you PLEASE for the love of the Lord and Baby Jesus do your job??â
âBitsyâ Keira quickly jogged over pulling you back â... calm down... don't let them get to youâ
âEasy for you to say... I was more on the ground that I was playingâ you grumbled brushing some grass of your shorts
âThen use your brain to find a solution...â the blonde pressed a quick kiss to your temple and suddenly you had an idea and you quickly turned around
âBeattieâ you yelled out running over to the Scott
âWhat you need F'anwylyd?â the Scott looks surprised
âSwitch with meâ you mumbled quickly so no one could hear you
âScuse me?â the older player looked confused
âYou go into midfield I hang backâ you pressed knowing the whistle would holler any second
âWhy?â Jennifer asked even more confused
âThey're targeting me... when I'm in defence they don't have as much space but you'll have more space to move and get a play goingâ you explained pushing the Scott forward as the whistle was blown
âGood move Bubsâ Lucy hugged you sideways as she walked next to you into the tunnel for half time
âAre you even allowed to speak to me?â you grumbled
âJust made you a complimentâ your sister pulled a face at your mood
âBronze...â you heard Keira holler and both of you looked up â... leave me teammate and go eat some frog legsâ
âUh... someone fucked upâ you snickered seeing how Lucys face fell
âI'll unfuck it laterâ Lucy pushed you towards Keira offering a small smile which Keira mirrored
âI can't believe you scored that bangerâ Keira laughed loudly as you got bulldozed over by your teammates
You scored... at a Champions League game... at home... against Lyon... from the box â not Lyons box... your box. It was the last minute of the game and Karen told you to just belt it out of her box after there was a ruffle just in front of her goal and she lost sight of the ball for a split second. Lyon threw everything at City and you did what you've been told. Somehow the ball fell right in front of your feet and Karen yelled at you and so you just swung your leg back to then kick the ball full force down the field. Everyone followed the ball some in shock some in awe as the ball sailed down the pitch towards the opposite goal. Pauline was way off her line and when she saw which direction the ball went she sprinted back but came to late. The ball hit the back of the net as she just raced into her own box.
âI can't believe it either...â you shook your head â... Stanway get off me you pillockâ
âYou just scored the game winning goalâ Georgia laughed loudly NOT getting off your back while Tooney decided to jump on your front
âThat was a true Bronze goalâ your best friend yelled her fist raised victoriously âNow no one can stop us lifting that ugly ass trophyâ
Turns out someone could stop you â FC Barcelona. You made it to the semi finals when you put a foot on spanish soil. Immediately you decided you didn't like it here. It was warm and humid and warm and more humid and people didn't knew the concept of personal space. Two steps out of the plane you suddenly turned around running straight into Keira
âWoah Bits... where you wanna go?â the blonde asked amused
âHome...â you said courtly â... I don't like it hereâ
âIt's beautiful Bits...â Keira smiled
âIt's hot and humid and sticky and sunny and happy and disgustingâ you grumbled
âKeep walkingâ the blonde laughed â... you won't go back home until after the gameâ
âI swear Kei if I get sunburned or a stroke I'll hold you accountableâ you looked darkly at her
âSure thing Bits...â Keira laughed pushing you forward again
âThis is the last time I'll put a foot in that godforsaken countryâ you grumbled â it was not.
âGooooood...â you groaned loudly â... I really hate it hereâ
âWhy are you whining so much?â Georgia asked âThis is the same facility the best players in the world trainâ
âShut up Pillockâ you snapped earning a warning look from Keira âIt's too hot to move hereâ
âOur game is at 6.45 tomorrow Bits... it'll be cooler by thenâ Keira showed mercy and laid a cool towel over your head
âI hope it is... otherwise I'll hurt me ankle during warm up and stay in the air conditioned locker roomâ you grumble from under your towel
âOh my god... that's Alexia Putellas and Jenni Hermosoâ Tooney suddenly squeaked out seeing the two Barcelona players walking past the window
âWoo-hooâ you deadpanned âTwo female people who are able to walk on their own... how specialâ
âBitsyâ Keira warned you â... stop being a tosserâ
âThey breath the same air as we... they're not specialâ you huffed
âYou're unbelievable sometimesâ the blonde rolled her eyes
âStanway.... don't let her take the piss outta youâ you yelled from the other side of the pitch sprinting after Alexia â.. you pillock!!!â
You were able to clear the ball just as Alexia was about to shoot throwing a dirty look at her AND Georgia
âCan't believe I have to defend too...â you huffed getting back up ignoring the hand Alexia offers you
Even tho the spanish player was a little upset you got the ball out of play before she could shoot she had to admit you were good. Far too good for her liking. So she offered you a hand to pull you back up which you ignored instead of walking past her grumbling under your breath.
âIf you stand there any longer Ale you'll get rootsâ Jenni teased her girlfriend smirking
âThis girl is so good... Jenni we need her in Barcelonaâ the blonde catalan answered watching as you stomped back down the field
âWell... if anyone can convince the high dogs to sign her it's youâ the dark haired spaniard smiled âbut now... Vamos... game isn't over Capiâ
âVale vale...â Alexia laughed as she saw Ona coming down the side line for the throw in âKeep an eye on her Jenniâ
âShe's too young for meâ Jenni threw back but immediately drifted towards you marking you closely
âExcuse me...â you growled pushing past the large spaniard â... I can't see with your ass in me faceâ
âLo siento...â the dark haired one looked perplex â.. no entiendo lo que dijisteâ
âYeah yeah whateverâ you rolled your eye and suddenly sprinted forward intercepting the throw in successfully getting the ball back â... learn english if you want to have a conversationâ
âThis girl is a lot of workâ Jenni said slightly out of breath catching up with Alexia at half time
âTell me about it....â the blonde said â... she's everywhere and sees spaces no one else sees...â
âFirst time in a long time we really need to work... even Aitana looks lostâ Jenni chuckled watching you as you pushed Tooney laughing
âI want herâ Alexia simply said
âI feel replacedâ the dark haired one looked at her girlfriend with a twinkle in her eye
âShe's too young for YOU...â the blonde smirked â... not for meâ
âShe's not even legal...â Jenni pointed out
âAnd still she made you sweatâ Alexia laughed
âJoderâ you heard Alexia swear behind you making you smirk
âYou're welcomeâ you smirked as you turned around already seeing Tooney flying towards you
âBANGER!!!â your best friend yelled as you caught her easily laughing at her antics â... you saw that spaniard... THAT'S how you score Champions League goals... four of you on her and she still scoredâ
âThey don't understand youâ you snorted â... you can call them twatheads and they would smileâ
âThey understood your bangerâ Tooney smiled as you put her back on the ground â... look at themâ
âDon't get sloppy now Toons...â you warned â... they'll throw everything at us... they're not used to losingâ
âLet them come...â your best friend matched your competitiveness â... we'll show em how it's done City styleâ
It was the last minute. The last minute that destroyed your dreams of lifting that âugly assâ trophy. Of course it was Alexia Putellas from a distance. You saw that Georgia was getting tired and you couldn't blame her. The heat and humidity got to you too. On top of that you had Jenni Hermoso on you CONSTANTLY. That woman was a real pest. You saw how Georgia read Alexias move wrong getting to the right instead of the left leaving the blonde enough space to move around her. You knew that your backline was too far up to get to run into a trap so you mobilized your last power and sprinted down the pitch after Alexia. You tried to clear the ball again but the catalan learned quickly so she just stopped the ball and you slided right past her â and the ball. The second you sprung back up you saw the ball leaving her foot and you knew it was over. Barcelona celebrated that goal like it was the final and when you heard the whistle seconds after it you crouched down your head hung low
âYou playing amazingâ you heard someone next to you in broken english making you look up
âNot good enoughâ you sighed
âYou making us ...â the woman made a running motion
âRun...â you offered
âSĂ... run... you making us run muchoâ the blonde smiled friendly
âDon't take offense in that Putellas...â you came back up â... but I really don't want to talk to you right nowâ
âMaybe... despacio?â Alexia looked lost
âWhat?â you shook your head confused
âEhrm... slow?â the catalan asked hopefully
âSlow what?â you tried to make sense out of her
âTalk... slow?â the blonde asked a little insecure
âI no no talk youâ you said like you were talking to an idiot underlining your words with gestures
âPor quĂŠ?â Alexia asked a little taken aback
âI presume that means why....â you took a breath â... look... I'm warm, sweaty and pissed off... your country is too warm and sunny for me liking... I lost a title in the last minute of the game and it was YOU who made me lose... so I no talking youâ
âEh...â the blonde was truly lost now looking at you like you were a ghost
âUgh...â you threw your arms up â... KEIRA!!!â
âWhat's wrong Bits?â Keira came wandering over seeing how frustrated you were
âMake her go away...â you pointed at Alexia
âI taught you manners...â the blonde scolded you seeing how aggressively you pointed at the catalan
âI don't want to talk to her and she doesn't understand it because she's only speaking stupid spaniardâ you got even mor frustrated
âMaybe she wants to congratulate you on a really good game?â Keira looked at you expectantly
âIf it was a good game we'd be through to the finalâ you snapped now turning around leaving Keira and Alexia standing next to each other
âI'm sorryâ Keira apologized to Alexia
âShe good... amazingâ the catalan said again not knowing what just happened
âShe's hurtâ the englishwoman said offering a smile â... but sĂ... she's amazingâ
âI sorry no good inglesâ Alexia apologized awkwardly
âNo... your english is good...â Keira immediately shot down any insecurities the catalan could have had â... Bitsy is just.. Bitsyâ
âYou... maybe question her switch?â the catalan asked a little hopefully pulling a little on her jersey
âOf course...â the englishwoman smiled understanding immediately â... give me a minute... BITSY.... get your ass back hereâ
âNOâ you yelled from the other side of the pitch talking to Tooney
âHERE.... NOW!!â Keira yelled and Alexia saw in awe how you start to trot towards Keira
âAlexia wants to swap Jerseys...â the englishwoman said giving you a warning look â... don't you dare throw a fitâ
âI don't want her sweat dripping Jersey...â you looked a little disgusted
âBitsyâ Keira slapped the back of your head seeing how Alexias face fell again âIf you continue to be a tosser I'll make sure to get that attitude out of you tomorrow morning 4.00â
âDoesn't she have like... a new one...â you asked carefully â... if not there are about a thousands fans here that have her jerseyâ
âOne of the best players in the world wants your Jersey and you complain that it's a little sweaty?â Keira asks shocked
âYou know I hate dirty stuff... I can't even put a plate in the sink without going back two minutes later to clean it upâ you whine and for the first time Alexia saw you as the person you were
âBitsy please... it took her a lot to ask so PLEASE....â the englishwoman said now softly knowing NOW where you were coming from
âCan you... new one?â you ask Alexia directly pointing at her jersey
âNew one?â the catalan looked confused
âYes... no sweatâ you nodded hoping she understood you
âSweat?â Alexia asked and you groaned
âJust do it Bits...â Keira nudged you gently
âBut it's so sweaty...â you whined but pulled your Jersey over your head offering it to the catalan who quickly did the same with her jersey smiling widely
âYou good looking at Blaugranaâ Alexia smiled happily as you put her jersey on
âDon't get used to it...â you wave off â... that's gonna be the last time you'll see me wearing thatâ
It wasn't.
âWelcome back to Barcelona CariĂąoâ Alexia smiled as you got out of the black Cupra
âLook at that... someone knows three more words in englishâ you grumbled â... for your and everyones Information... I'm not here by choiceâ
âI studied hard to make you feel more welcomeâ the catalan kept the smile on her face being told by Lucy before not to give into your current mood
âYeah well... if your club wouldn't have made me club selling me and I would've had a CHOICE to be here I would feel SO welcomedâ you growled keeping your distance to the blonde
âCari... your club is Barcelona nowâ the blonde said softly
âIt isn't... it'll never be...â you snapped â... I hated it here the last time and this time isn't any differentâ
âYour sister plays here...â Alexia pointed out â... didn't you want to play with her again? Keira joined too....â
âI got used to play without Lucy...â your voice dripping with venom â... let's get this over with... what do I have to do?â
âI'll show you around a little and then there will be a photoshootâ the blonde sighed seeing in your body language that there will be a lot of fight coming from your end
âDo I have to put on this god awful Jersey again?â you asked as you followed Alexia inside
âYes...â she simply said as she pushed a door open â... this is our team room.... here you can come before training or stay afterwards... it's there so we all can come together and just spend time together â you are not obligated to come here I would advise it for starters... get to know the teamâ
âI don't need to get to know them... I know everything from them I need to knowâ you mumbled your mood not increasing
âLike what?â the catalan challenged you
âAll their stats... passing rate... fitness... weaknesses....â you shrugged your shoulders
âThat's what everyone can look up...â Alexia said gently â... I mean get to know the team personallyâ
âNo interest in any personal stuff...â you grumbled â... I hope to get out of here by Novemberâ
âYou signed a contractâ the blonde pointed out
âNo... I'm legally not allowed to sign contracts... my Parents signed the contractâ you said as a matter of fact â... they sold me like a cheap whoreâ
âYou really don't want to be here...â the catalan looked shocked and lost
âNo I don't...â you huffed â... but don't worry... I'm professional enough to do my job... I'll be here for training... do my part at games â if I get playing time that is... and smile for pictures... other than that I just want my peace and quietâ
âHere at Barcelona we're familia...â Alexia started â... I understand that this transfer came as a surprise for you and that you had no say in it doesn't make it better... but we are familia and you are a part of that now too... give the team a chance... it's not their fault you got tradedâ
âHm... interesting offer..â you thought about it for a second and Alexia really started to hope â... noâ
âOkay... I can't do more then to tell you that you are familia now too...â the catalan huffed defeated â... this way to the locker roomsâ
âHow did it go Capi?â Lucy came to a halt next to Alexia who overlooked your photoshoot
âNot goodâ the blonde answered shortly
âI'm sorry...â your sister looked embarrassed
âShe doesn't want to be her Lucy...â Alexia said not taking her eyes off you â... she's an emotional player and she plays so much better when her mind is at ease... but right now.. she's so angry...â
âCity did her dirty Ale...â Lucy looked over to you seeing how the photographer tried to get a smile out of you â... she's hurting... I just beg you to not let her get to you.. you'll need a long breath but she's a good kid... I know it's gonna be hard but you'll need to stay calm with her and PLEASE don't let her rot on the benchâ
âShe's too good for the bench...â the catalan snorted â... but she's not ready to play a full game... she'll collapse...â
âShe'll come around Capi I promise...â your sister said convinced â... Keira will help too... when she sees me and Keira interacting with the team she'll come around tooâ
âI hope so Lucy...â Alexia sighed â.... I really do hope soâ
âGo back to englandâ you heard a fan yell towards you after your first game
âI wish I could!!!!!â you snapped back getting right into his face âYou think I WANT to be here?â
âWoah Bubs...â Lucy was quickly to intercept grabbing you shoving you into Alexias arms signalling her to get you away
âWhat the hell?!â Alexia exploded once you were inside the tunnel
âLet goâ you grunted fighting her tooth and nail
âNo...â the catalan pushed you forward â... we're going to have a talkâ
âIn hereâ she pushed you into a meeting room â... what were you THINKING?!â
âI just said what I told you beforeâ you snapped back at her â... I don't WANT to be hereâ
âOkay enough..â Alexia yelled and for the first time you were a little scared of her â... the team was nothing than welcoming to you... you fit into our playing style... you just played your first game and you were a game changer... I understand that you're still upset about the trade but you can't let them get to you like thatâ
âYou... don't understandâ you said your voice breaking
âThen tell me so I doâ the blonde says softly seeing how you were near your breaking point
âI want to go homeâ it suddenly broke out of you tears streaming down your face âI want to go back to me friends and me Club...â
âCariĂąo...â Alexia said softly â... this is your Club now.. I understand that's difficult for you but Barcelona is your home nowâ
âI want to go back....â you cried standing in the middle of the room with Alexia a few feet away
âI promise this team wants to get to know you...â the blonde kept her voice gentle inching a little bit closer â... to us you already are familia... let them see how amazing you areâ
âBut I don't want to get to know themâ you sniffled taking a the one step back that Alexia inched closer to you
âCari... I understand this isn't what you wanted but let us help you... you need to accept that in near future nothing will change about your situationâ Alexia spoke softly noticing how you still weren't ready to let her comfort you â... you ARE familia... you can be angry and fight everything or you can start to let us in and accept that we won't get off your back... we won't stop trying and we certainly won't leave you to fend for your ownâ
âBut why?â you felt so uncomfortable
âYou are familiaâ the catalan repeated again âYou are my CariĂąo, MapĂs NeĂąa, Ingrids weird norwegian thing, Jenni refers to you as PequeĂąa and Ona calls you Bebita... you just doesn't want to hear it because you're so angry with this... but you are already shining but dĂos mio you could shine so mucho brighterâ
âI just don't know how... all my life I played City Style...â you mumbled and this time you didn't move when Alexia came closer
âJust play Cari...â the blonde smiled carefully grabbing your hand letting her thumb caressing your knuckles â... just do what you love the most and the rest will come... oh... and stay away from MapĂ, PiĂąa and Patri... I have a feeling you four will give me a headacheâ
âI don't need them...â you huffed â.... I can headache you all by meselfâ
âOh Cariâ Alexia laughed loudly pulling you into a tight hug
âMapĂ!!!!â you yelled sprinting down the side line Alexia hot on your heels
âI got you NeĂąa...â the Zaragoza yelled throwing a filled water balloon at her best friend hitting Alexia square in the chest
âUh oh...â MapĂ looked horrified as the blonde catalan came to a sudden halt turning towards her
âNeĂąa...â the tattooed spaniard stammered slowly walking backwards as Alexia made her way over â... NEĂAAAA!!!!â
âRun you spanner... RUN!!â you yelled turning on your heels running back to help MapĂ so you decided to jump on Alexias back laughing loudly
âI TOLD you you two are NOT allowed to be unsupervisedâ the catalan grumbled yet still her hands came around securing you on her back so you wouldn't hurt yourself
âThe grumpy norwegian was thereâ you laughed your arms hanging loosely around the blondes neck
âShe has a nameâ Caro grumbled when she walked past flicking your ear
âGrumpy... seeâ you exclaimed trying to avoid another flick nearly brining Alexia down
âStop it you little pest...â Alexia huffed trying to hold her balance with you wriggling on her back â... go annoy Jenniâ
âBut you are victim of the dayâ you pouted with MapĂ nodding furiously behind Ingrid
âAnd you will be winner of extra laps in a second... go annoy someone elseâ the blonde set you back down
âBut..â you started again
âVamos... I have media to do...â Alexia pushed you away slightly smiling to herself when she heard you huff.
It took you around four month until you finally agreed to join the team for a dinner and Alexia decided to push you out of your comfort zone placing you between herself and Irene. Lucy wasn't happy about it fussing over you the entire time you were still closed off pulling back every time one of the other players reached out to you. Now no one could ever imagine that you once were a lone wolf. Just as Alexia predicted you hit it off with MapĂ, PiĂąa and Patri â much to the Captains dismay. All three Captains. Jenni always sweared hell and poison on the frustrating four when she was on the receiving end of your pranks
âJenni already leftâ you pouted holding onto Alexias trainings jersey
âThen annoy your sisterâ the blonde waved off
âAy!!!â Lucy exclaimed from the other side of the pitch looking shocked
âLucy!!!â you yelled and immediately you and MapĂ took off towards her
âNo no no no no no noâ your sister waved her hands panicked not knowing where to go â so she did what she thought was best... she grabbed Ona pulling the small spaniard in front of her using her as a human shield
âAtureu-vos!!â Ona strictly said giving you and MapĂ are warning glare making you halt in your movement MapĂ running into your back pushing you forward nearly into Ona
âAre you serious?â the smaller spaniard turned around looking at her girlfriend âA re you really using me to stop YOUR sister?â
âThey are scared of youâ Lucy shrugged her shoulders embarrassed smiling apologetic
âUnbelievableâ Ona rolled her eyes shooing the two of you away âTrobeu algĂş mĂŠsâ
âWhat she saying?â you looked confused at MapĂ
âShe's a not fun personâ MapĂ grumbled pulling you away âThat what she's sayingâ
âI knew that already...â you huffed letting the tattooed spaniard pull you forward â... she always brings home these fin things... and then leaves them laying around in the kitchenâ
âYou would benefit from eating fish from time to time as well Bebitaâ the small spaniard yelled after you â.... now to youâ
âI... love you??â Lucy smiled hopefully knowing she was in deep shit
It was safe to say you finally found your place. In a country that was still too hot for your liking. With a team that included 75% lunatics. With a playing style you needed to get used too. But you fit in. Alexia took you under her wing staying after trainings when she noticed you hid a ball from the staff to train on your own. The blonde watched you working on your technique, speed and stamina. She left you to sort your problems out on your own before stepping back on the pitch offering help and sometimes a shoulder to cry on when you got overwhelmed or frustrated.
Jenni took it upon herself to shield and protect you from the world. Whenever someone came to close and she saw how uncomfortable you got she pushed herself between you and the offending person. She also pushed herself between you and some fans when you lost your temper starting to argue with them. Most of the time you climbed on the lanky spaniards back to continue to argue just from a higher point. Jenni was one of the few people who was allowed to carry you when you fell asleep on the bus after a game or to the way to one.
Irene mothered you like she mothered Mateo. She always made sure you drank enough â not sugary stuff tho â eat properly and got enough sleep. When you were extremly grumpy and close to a tantrum she'll be the one putting her foot down sending you to your hotel room without dessert to later pay you a visit talking it out. At one point she even made sure that she packed a spare kit for you since you've been known to not be the cleanest eater. The amount of times the poor kit woman had to try to get tomato sauce out of your clothes were uncounterable. So Irene took over the task to have everything ready if needed. Including the cereal bars you absolutely loved but made the nutrition coach get a stroke.
Ingrid was the one who always managed to calm you down. You were young and hot headed and while you got quite good holding in your temper if the other players prodded you once to often you just exploded in their faces. So everyone looked at Ingrid to retrieve you and calm you down. The natural calmness of the norwegian made it hard for you to keep fuelling your fire. Ingrid just kept her hand lightly on the back of your neck and instantly you calmed down.
Frido was the fun Aunt who bought you everything you asked for and even stuff you didn't ask for. That's how you ended up with a motocross bike for your 18th birthday much to the horror of Keira, Ona, Alexia, Irene and obviously your Mum. Lucy and Jenni already debated who could have the bike on what day of the week until Ona and Alexia put a firm stop on their discussion confiscating the keys immediately. Frido had to hand out her credit card to Alexia until she thought of a more useful less dangerous present. So Frido got you a car with the argument less dangerous since more metal around you. This time Irene fished the Keys out of your hand telling you you'd get them back once you passed your drivers license and showed them you were a good driver. The swede just rolled her eyes at the adults calling them spoilsports earning herself five extra laps.
Aitana was your go-to for quietness. The quiet spaniard never bothered you or minded your presence and sometimes this was just what you needed. You also made it to your personal goal to teach her proper english after you heard her ask a fan if they âwork or no workâ. You had a coronary.... right there. Aitana taught you catalan. You asked her to keep it a secret until you were fluent enough to join a conversation throwing half the team off. The brown haired spaniard agreed smirking evilly when you out of the blue joined a conversation between Alexia and Ona giving your two cents before casually walking down the tunnel towards the locker rooms leaving the two dumb folded.
And then there were MapĂ, PiĂąa and Patri. Together with you the team called you the âfrustrating fourâ since when you four were together in one place it'll frustrate the adults to no end trying to figure out what prank you'll come up with next. Or get frustrated by your pranks. The three women were your saviour. MapĂ might be small and appeared to be easy going but in reality she loved you like a sister and fought every one who said a bad word against you. PiĂąa was the one who poked you to do something that would get the four of you in immense trouble but she knew you were the one having a special stand with Alexia and Irene so your punishment would be lighter. Patri was the one always cheering you on. No matter if it was on or off the pitch. Whenever you needed a cheerleader you knew Patri was there. She made you run faster, jump higher, shoot harder. She also made you run faster when Alexia was on your heels again.
All of them got to witness how you grew from the angry unhappy girl to the mostly grown up focused young woman. That's why Alexia â La Reina de Barcelona â waited to lift the Champions League trophy until you were next to her when you won your first ever title. You were the first who lifted the trophy (the ugly ass trophy which Tooney pointed out several times next camp) after your Captain even before Irene and Jenni did. And just as your team celebrated, singing loudly you tip toed away finding the person you grew to like very much over the past year. You knocked on the visitors locker room door nervously and asked for the woman who came out and you saw how much the loss took a toll on her
âHere to gloat your victory around?â the woman asked her shoulders hung low
âNo... here to win againâ you grinned taking her face into your hands kissing her softly
âI knew you liked me all those yearsâ the blonde grinned once the kiss ended
âPillockâ you snorted as you felt her hand grab the back of your neck pulling you in for another kiss
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Fever and moody
warning: none
characters: jude x fem!reader
summary: when he wakes up sick and starts making a big fuss about you taking care of him
request: yess!
may contain spelling and translation errors!
It was a cold morning in Madrid, and the sun had barely risen when you woke up to a mumble coming from beside you in bed. You glanced at the clock on the bedside table and sighed when you saw that it was still six in the morning.
âJude?
You mumbled, your voice hoarse with sleep.
Your husband was huddled under the covers, his curls messy and his face visibly pale. He mumbled something unintelligible, squinting and turning his face into the pillow.
âIs everything okay?
You asked, sitting up and placing your hand on his forehead. He was hot, too hot.
âIâm not okay⌠âJude mumbled, his voice hoarse and sly. âI think Iâm dying.
You rolled your eyes, although a smile appeared on your face. He clearly had a fever, but the dramatization was typical of Jude.
âYou just have a fever, thatâs all.
You said softly, sliding out of bed and grabbing the thermometer from the bathroom drawer.
He watched you with half-lidded eyes, looking even more miserable than he should have.
âBabeâŚ
He called softly.
âYes?
You replied, walking back into the room and placing the thermometer under his armpit.
âIâm dying.
You let out a small laugh.
âYouâre not dying, Jude. Itâs just the flu.
He let out a long groan as the thermometer beeped. You pulled the device out and looked at the numbers: 38.5°C. Nothing alarming, but enough to explain how haggard he looked.
âA low-grade fever, nothing that rest and hot tea canât fix.
âBut I never get sickâŚ
He pouted, looking like a spoiled child.
You sighed, stroking his hair.
âOkay, darling. Iâll take care of you.
âPromise?
He looked at you with his big, pleading brown eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh.
âI promise. Now just lie down here while I make you some tea and get something to help you get your fever down, okay?
Jude nodded slowly, sinking deeper into the covers as you went to the kitchen. A few minutes later, you came back with a makeshift tray: a cup of steaming tea, a bowl of chocolate chip cookies he was addicted to, and some medicine.
âTake this first, it'll help with the fever, love.
You handed him a pill and a glass of water.
Jude sat up with effort, grumbling as if he had just climbed a mountain. He took the medicine and grimaced, but accepted the tea right away.
âIs this better?
You asked, pulling the covers over him again and sitting on the edge of the bed.
âNo. âHe looked at you with puppy ââeyes. âAren't you going to stay with me?
âJude...
You began, but his gaze was irresistible.
âSweetie... please.
Sighing, you lay down next to him, pulling the covers up to cover the both of you. Jude immediately snuggled into you, hiding his face in your neck.
âYouâre the best wife in the world!
He murmured, his voice muffled.
âOf course I am. Now try to rest, okay?
âOnly if you stay here with me.
You smiled and began to run your fingers through his curls, something that always soothed him. It didnât take long for him to start to relax, his large, muscular body looking small and vulnerable as he drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, Jude woke up feeling a little better, though still moody. You were next to him, your cell phone in your hand and the glasses you used to read resting on your nose.
âYou didnât leave here?
He asked, his voice still hoarse.
âI promised, remember? âYou smiled. âNow, do you want to try to eat something?
He nodded, and you brought him some soup. He kept making a face and smirking with each spoonful, but deep down, Jude knew that there was no better care than yours.
âThank you for taking care of me, babe.
He said softly, when he finished eating.
âIt's the least I can do, considering that you do the same for me.
You replied, kissing his still warm forehead.
âI don't deserve you, Y/n.
âNot at all.
You joked, laughing.
Despite the flu, Jude managed to smile, feeling better not only because of the medicine, but because of the love and care that came from you.
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coming up roses
pairing: bang chan x female reader
summary: most of the time, you're grateful to have such a good relationship with your older brother, minho. but when you find yourself falling for his best friend, chan, you can't help but be worried how he'll react when he finds out. you soon find yourself struggling with the unexpected consequences of keeping your feelings a secret.
word count: 10.2k
tags/warnings: hanahaki!au (read a/n), brother's best friend!au, hurt/comfort, angst, lots of fluffy sibling dynamics between minho and y/n, bad communication by the reader, mentions of: coughing, blood, and vomiting
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a/n: i have finally written my hanahaki au!!! this took me ages, but i really really wanted to write a fic based on how this post describes hanahaki because i love this interpretation (hanahaki is from supressing feelings instead of unrequited love) a lot more than how it's usually written (not that that version is bad!). i actually wish i could have drawn this out more, but didn't have it in me haha
the phrase "it's all coming up roses" means that everything is going well with someone and i thought it was so perfectly ironic for a hanahaki fic where a character actually has roses coming up in the literal sense.
Minho has always been protective. You had felt cool and invincible as a child, having an older brother that was willing to have your back and scare away anybody that teased you.Â
Youâre grateful that he cares enough to be so involved in your life, but now that youâre in university, you canât help but feel a little stifled. Minho takes his role as an older brother very seriously, especially since the two of you have moved out of your family home and are sharing an apartment closer to campus. It's a mixture of doting and enough teasing to drive you crazy.
Growing up, your family home had been the regular haunt of Minho and his friends. It was more common than not to get home from cram school and find the boys either lingering in the nearest convenience store or hanging out in your apartment. You wouldn't say that you were friends with the boys, but you were at least familiar enough that you would say hi to them if you saw them in the hallways and they would offer to walk home with you if you were ever leaving school at the same time.
Starting university had been hard for you, most of your friends had ended up moving to other cities or even going abroad. You, however, had decided to stick closer to home. Your program had a good reputation and your parents had promised that they would help you and Minho get an apartment close to campus as long as you lived together. Minho had readily agreed, he had commuted for his first year and had always complained about how long it took.
It was a difficult adjustment, moving out of your family home, balancing your course load, and making friends. Unlike Minho, who had used dance to find his close group of friends, you didn't have any hobbies that you were particularly passionate about and you weren't naturally outgoing or charismatic.
Especially in the first few weeks of classes, it feels like such a relief whenever you see one of Minho's friends that you latch onto them. Itâs kind of awkward at first, especially because you donât know his friends well enough to speak with them casually, but they get used to your presence. You would even consider some of them to be your friend, especially Seungmin, who shares a class with you, and Chan who usually has his lunch break at the same time as you.
You make your own friends eventually, slowly getting to know some of the people that share your program, but youâre definitely a lot closer to the boys than you were prior to university. While you spent most of your childhood calling Minho and his friends lame, you can now admit that you enjoy spending time with them, although youâd never say it to Minhoâs face.
Still, Minho doesnât always approve of who or where you hang out. Sometimes heâs even nosier than your parents were, always asking you about your schedule and calling when youâre out late. He warns you about spending time one-on-one with men and makes sure that you always have your location shared with him. You tolerate it for the most part, knowing that itâs his way of showing that he cares about you, but sometimes you just find him overbearing.
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âIâm going out next Saturday,â Minho tells you one evening as you step out of your room to get a glass of water. âYouâll have to figure out something for dinner on your own.â
âOh,â you say, suddenly a little nervous. âI uh- I also have plans that night.â
âSure,â he agrees easily. âWhat are you going to be doing?â
âThereâs a party that I was invited to,â you say, biting your lip when you see Minho freeze. You turn your gaze to the ground, but you can still feel Minho's stare intensify.Â
âWhat party,â he demands, not even bothering to frame it as a question.
âDoes it matter?â you whine, annoyed by how protective Minho is. Itâs even worse that you have an audience, Chan is over and you can see out of the corner of your eye that heâs watching your conversation curiously.
âYes.â His tone leaves no room for argument.
âI think it's at Taehoon's,â your voice is barely a whisper. Minho hears you anyway.
âTaehoon?â He repeats in disbelief. You glance up briefly. Minho's ears are flushed bright red and the tendons in his neck are standing out. He's furious. âTaehoon, who is four years older than you? Taehoon, who holds off-campus parties?â
You grimace and don't respond. Thereâs no way that heâs going to let you go, you resign yourself to a weekend stuck in your room watching dramas while your friends enjoy themselves.Â
Itâs bad enough that you had to mention Taehoon, who doesnât have the best reputation, but youâve forgotten that Minho would easily be able to recognize the type of party that he throws. You havenât been to many university parties, but even you know that without the dorm restrictions, off-campus parties are often the wildest and were harder to get invited to. Itâs not that you particularly care to attend this party in specific, you just donât want to miss out since all of your friends will be there.
âMinho,â Chan steps in, clasping a heavy hand on your brother's shoulder.
âWho invited you,â Minho seethes, shaking Chan off.
âJust one of my friends,â you deflect.
âMinho,â Chan says again, this time jostling Minho enough that he turns his attention away from you finally. Your body sags in relief. âChill, we're going to Taehoon's next weekend. It's just a party.â
âYes, we are going. Not my baby sister! Y/n-ah, the answer is no.â
âOppa!â you complain. âI'm not a baby anymore!â
âYou don't know anything,â Minho hisses at you.Â
âWe were going to way crazier parties when we were Y/n's age,â Chan interrupts one more time. âCome on, at least we'd be able to keep an eye on her.â
Minho is about to reply when he stops and tilts his head in thought.
âOkay,â he says slowly, turning back to you with a gleam in his eye. âYou can go, Y/n.â
âReally?â you brighten instantly even though youâre a little bit suspicious of his sudden change in heart.
Your breath catches in your throat as you excitedly make eye contact with Chan. He winks at you teasingly before turning his full attention back to Minho, who thankfully hadnât noticed.
âYou're coming with us,â Minho says, nodding decisively.
âAre you kidding me,â you reply flatly, all enthusiasm vanishing instantly.
âYes. I'll make sure that everybody knows not to mess with you and you still can have fun with your silly little friends. Unless you don't want to go anymore?â Minho raises an eyebrow at you.
âFine, I'll go with you,â you grumble.
âIt'll be fun, Y/n! I promise that I wonât let Minho embarrass you,â Chan says, slinging an arm around your shoulder. You try not to shiver as he leans in to whisper to you, close enough that you can almost feel his lips touching your ear. âDonât worry, Iâll make sure to find something or someone to distract him enough that heâll forget youâre even there.â
âOkay,â you breathe shakily.
âHey!â Minho pulls Chan off of you and into a headlock. âWhatever youâre scheming, cut it out. Y/nnie, donât listen to a single thing this idiot tells you.â
âI try not to listen to idiots,â you say. âThatâs why I never follow any of the advice that you give me!â
âY/n-ah-â Minho starts.
You stick out your tongue at him childishly then dart to your room, slamming the door and locking it behind you so that Minho canât follow you. The sound of Chanâs resulting laugh echoes through your head for the rest of the day.
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By the time the weekend rolls around, you're a little worried that youâve caught a cold. Your throat is achy and talking too much makes you cough, but you're not feeling any other symptoms so you don't think you're actually sick. Minho wasn't exactly pleased when you told him you were still planning on going, but he kept his word and didn't try to convince you otherwise.
Your friends are all getting ready together at one of their dorms, but your brother was adamant that he wanted you to go to the party with him and his friends. You're more comfortable getting changed and doing your makeup at home anyway, so it's not a big deal, but it's still not the same.Â
Conversation pauses when you finally exit your room. Only Chan, Hyunjin, and Minho are still in the living area since most of Minho's friends are crowded around your apartment's entryway, shuffling to get their jackets and put on their shoes.. Their eyes widen and you see Hyunjin choke on the drink he had just taken a sip of. You tug at the hem of your skirt slightly, suddenly feeling self conscious.Â
You've worn this outfit before with friends and while it's definitely not the most conservative option in your closet, it's nowhere near as revealing as what you expect other girls will be wearing. It's just that you're not used to being around Minho's friends when you've put so much effort into your appearance and are showing off a bit of skin. Theyâve seen you at your worst and are most familiar with the comfortable sweats and hoodies that you usually wear around your home.
Minho recovers the fastest. In a flash, he's made his way to you and has a death grip on your arm, trying to drag you back into your room. You resist, digging your heels in to try and make it harder for him, but it barely even slows him down.
âOppa!â
âYou are not leaving looking like this,â Minho huffs through gritted teeth.
âMinho-ya, come on. We're going to be late if you make her change,â Chan calls out. It draws the attention of the rest of the boys, who turn to look at the commotion. You hear Jisung wolf-whistle teasingly which only makes things worse. Minho's hand tightens even more around you, hard enough that you're sure it's going to bruise, and he whips around to glare at Jisung.
âHyung, it's fine. Y/n-ah looks good,â Seungmin chimes in, before winking at you. You groan internally, knowing from the look in his eye that you're not going to like what he says next. âIs there a boy that you're trying to impress tonight?â
âNo!â you deny immediately, still trying to pull your arm from your brother's grip to no avail. Your chest tightens at the idea of being forced to stay at home. Minho immediately latches onto the idea that Seungmin has thrown out, his expression darkening even further.
âIs it true?â he questions you.
âOppa, I promise, I'm just matching with my friends. Which you would know if we actually go to the party!â
âIf there is, you better tell me,â he warns.
âYes, yes,â you groan. âIf there was, which there isn't! You're just wasting time now.â
âAt least put on a jacket, youâre going to be cold.â
âFine.â You wrench your arm out of Minho's grasp and stalk to your room. You grab the first jacket you see, intent on ditching it the second that you get to the party, then head straight to the door, breezing past Minho on your way. âHappy now?â
âThrilled,â he says in a flat voice that says he is anything but.
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Your apartment is not too far away from the party, so itâs not long before everyone is unloading from their cars and approaching the party. You can hear the bass pounding even from outside the building and youâre sure that there will be a number of neighbours that file noise complaints by the end of the night.
When you make it in, your friends greet you enthusiastically, but are all a little bit weird, fixing their hair more than usual and giggling nervously. Youâre not close with all of the girls that are in the group, some of them you canât even recall if youâve met before, but you can still tell that everyone is acting strangely.Â
It's not until you turn around that you realise that Minho has practically stationed himself behind you and is glowering at anybody who looks your way too long. After years of being on the receiving end of his glares, youâve grown immune, but everybody else is clearly at least a little intimidated.
âOppa,â you hiss. He barely spares you a glance. âYou're not seriously going to babysit me all night, are you?â
âI'm letting you do what you want so you should let me do whatever I want,â he replies primly.Â
You know there's no convincing him on your own. From across the room, you manage to catch Chan's eye and nod your head in Minho's direction. Luckily, he knows exactly what you're trying to say and makes his way over quickly to stand beside Minho.
âMinho-ya, you don't have a drink yet?â he asks, before pointedly taking a sip of his own cup.
âI asked Yongbokkie and Seungmin to make me one,â he replies, unphased.
âAnd you trust them that much?â
At the same time, the two of them glance over to the kitchen. You follow their gaze to find Felix, Seungmin, as well as Jisung mixing together a concoction that looks not only toxic, but also disgusting. You want to gag when you see them add in soju, hot sauce, milk, and maraschino cherries in quick succession. Thatâs not even considering whatever theyâve already put into the cup before you looked over. There's no way they actually think the combination could taste good and Minho must agree because he stands up and starts stalking towards them, swearing to himself the whole time.
After Minho leaves, Chan wanders a bit closer to you and brushes a hand against your shoulder lightly. You have to fight the urge to lean into his touch.
âI told you, I got you tonight. Don't worry about your brother breathing down your neck,â he says lowly. Just like when he first promised to distract your brother, Chan winks at you, then follows after Minho.
You force yourself not to stare after him, cheeks flushing as the rest of the girls squeal. Some of your friends have met Minho in passing a couple times, but not any of his friends. Your brother's dance crew has become wildly popular this year, but luckily it's not widely known that you are close with them. You prefer to keep it that way, but it seems like revealing your relation to them is unavoidable tonight. It's just your luck that some of these girls are among the âfansâ that your brother has somehow amassed.
âY/nnie,â a girl beside you pouts. âHow come you've never mentioned you know Lee Minho and Bang Chan before? I can't believe you've never introduced him to us!â
âI-â you splutter, still flustered by how close Chan was to you.
âI saw you show up with all eight of them,â another girl interupts. Someone else gasps as if you've committed a serious crime. âYou actually know them?â
âWell, yeah-â
âI heard that you called Minho oppa, are you two dating?â the first girl asks.
âWhat? No!â you quickly deny, disgusted by the very thought of that.
âOh come on, you don't think that they're ridiculously attractive?â someone else chimes in. The whole group murmurs in agreement. They have more and more questions for you and start to talk over each other.
âMinho's my brother! As in, we share the same parents, thatâs why I call him oppa.â you exclaim, before things can spiral further. âAnd ew, he is definitely not attractive!â
The group is stunned into silence for a moment before exploding in noise. There are girls offended on Minhoâs behalf, some asking what him and his friends are like, and others who beg you to introduce them.
Your best friend chooses that moment to speak up, reminding you why she is one of your favourite people in the world.
âLetâs play a drinking game!â she exclaims loudly. She holds up a couple bottles of soju that youâre not sure where sheâs been hiding and starts filling up everyoneâs cup. Luckily the girls are easily distracted by alcohol, enough that the topic is changed without too much of a fuss. You breathe out a sigh of relief.
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After a few drinks, you eventually excuse yourself to the bathroom. Youâre definitely on your way to being tipsy, but not enough that you feel unsteady on your feet. The loud music makes it a bit difficult to focus and people have filled every corner of the house, but youâre somehow able to find an unoccupied bathroom.
You take an extra moment to splash yourself with water before you leave, youâre feeling a bit sticky from sweating and when one of your friends spilled a bit of their drink on you. When you finish, you swing open the door and immediately apologise when you narrowly miss hitting a guy who has been waiting in the hall. He waves it off, but doesnât make a move to enter the bathroom, instead stepping a bit closer to you.Â
âWhatâs a pretty little girl like you doing here all on her own?â he slurs, crowding further into your personal space. Itâs dark, but you can still tell that his eyes are red and unfocused and hair is matted to his forehead. He's drunk.Â
You swallow hard, trying not to panic. You have to treat this situation delicately and somehow make your disinterest clear without provoking or offending him.
âIâm not alone.â You canât help but laugh nervously, taking a step back. Your stomach churns when your shoulder knocks into the wall behind you and you realise you have nowhere else to go. âMy friends are actually probably wondering whatâs taking me so long, Iâll just-â
âSâokay, Iâm sure they wouldnât notice if you were gone a little longer.â He leans in until heâs close enough that you can smell the sourness of his sweat and the alcohol on his breath. âI just wanna get tâknow you a bit better.â
He smiles down at you in a way that he must think is attractive. It makes you want to vomit.
âNo thanks, Iâm just going to head-â Your voice is shrill with panic, you can barely recognize it.
You try to shuffle to the side, but the guy slaps his hand against the wall, trapping you even more. Your heartbeat pounds in your chest. He reaches out and traces one of your cheeks with a clumsy hand, ignoring the way that you cringe away.
âAww câmon darling, donât be like that. I can promise you a good time.â
You know a bit of self defense, but this is far from a fair fight. This guy is significantly taller than you and probably double your weight. Even drunk, he can likely overpower you without even trying.
Before you can make a move, an arm slings around the drunk guyâs shoulder, jostling him to the side. Your heart sinks. There was a small chance that youâd have been able to escape, but not if youâre outnumbered.
âHey mate,â the new person says. Your head shoots up at the familiar voice. Chan. âYou seem pretty sloshed.â
Chan nudges the guy again, this time creating a little space that makes you feel less trapped. His body language is loose and relaxed, but the expression on his face is another story. His gaze is intense as he scans you, softening by a fraction when you nod that youâre fine.
âMânot,â the guy argues. He squints up at Chan. âDo I even know you? Get lost, Iâm busy right now.â
âWhy donât you go outside and get some air? Itâs gotten pretty stuffy in here.â Itâs not a suggestion. Chanâs words are friendly, but the tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine.
The guy opens his mouth, likely to protest, but promptly shuts it when he sees the look on Chanâs face. The two of you watch as he stumbles away without a fight, bumping into a few other people in his haste to leave. Now that youâre alone, Chan backs up, giving you more space to breathe.
âSorry about that,â Chan says, hand scratching at the back of his neck nervously. âDidn't want to be too aggressive. It just- you looked like you needed some help.â
âSome people just donât know how to take no for an answer,â you say quietly. Itâs just another thing to be grateful for when Chan doesnât comment on the shakiness of your voice. Instead, his expression darkens further before he composes himself.
âAre you okay?â he asks tentatively.Â
âYeah, you came at just the right time.â You look away, a bit embarrassed that he had to step in and rescue you, but he puts a finger under your chin and uses it to turn your face back to him. It feels so different from when the drunk guy touched you that you donât want him to stop. His eyes search yours for a moment and whatever he finds must satisfy him.
âYou should probably rejoin your friends.â Chan starts to step away, but you reach out and snag his sleeve before he can go.Â
âChan-oppa.â
He pauses, turning back to look at you again.
âYeah?â Thereâs a hopeful lilt to his voice, although youâre not sure what heâs hoping you say.
âPlease donât tell my brother about this,â you plead. Chanâs expression drops a little, clearly thatâs not what he wanted to hear, but heâs still quick to reassure you.
âNo, yeah, of course. I wonât say anything.â
âI donât want him to worry about me.â
âOf course,â Chan repeats.
âAnd⌠thank you.â You rise up on your toes and kiss his cheek quickly, then slip away towards where your friends are before you can see what his reaction is.Â
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It takes a few days for you to recover from the party. You hadnât drunk enough to be hungover, but just remembering your interaction with Chan makes you want to bury yourself in your bed and never leave. Luckily Minho hasn't questioned your change in behaviour much, but you can tell that he's getting sick of your wallowing, even if he doesn't know the reason behind it.Â
âYah, Y/n-ah!â Minho bangs on your door. âWeâre heading out for gukbap in 5 minutes, are you coming?â
He doesnât specify who the âweâ is, you know who to expect. Of course, Chan is included. Itâs easy to make a decision.
âGo without me!â you yell back.
âEh? Open up.â
âJust come in, itâs unlocked.â
You hear the door open and Minho approaches. He prods at your prone form with one of his feet.
âWhatâs up with you? You never say no to gukbap.â
âNothing!â you groan.
âYouâve been acting strange since that stupid party, what are you hiding?â He pokes at you again, this time a bit harder.
âOppa,â you complain, lifting yourself out of your blankets to swat at his foot. âI promise that I have nothing to hide, I just donât feel like hanging out with your friends today.â
âThey havenât done anything, have they?â Minho asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion. âChannie-hyung asked me if you were doing okay.â
âNo! I-â you choke on your spit in your haste to answer, leading to a coughing fit that leaves you with tears gathering in your eyes. You clear your throat roughly then continue. âNo, Chan-oppa and the rest of your friends have all been nice to me.â
âOppa?âÂ
Whoops, you hadnât meant for that to slip out.
âWhat?â you whine. âYouâre the one who forces me to hang out with them all the time! You told me to stop being so formal around them. They kept telling me too, it got really annoying.â
âHmm,â Minho huffs, not quite convinced.
âReally,â you insist. âI just donât want to go out today, I promise.â
âOkay,â Minho says reluctantly before he gets uncharacteristically serious. âBut you know, you're my little sister, you can always come to me if something or someone is bothering you right?â
âI- yeah of course, oppa.â You feel kind of touched, not used to Minho openly showing that he cares about you, even though you know he does. It's enough that your throat feels tight with emotion, but you force yourself to speak through it. âThank you. I always know that I can count on you.â
âI'm the only one allowed to mess with you,â he says sweetly, ruffling your hair so that it sticks up the way he knows you hate. âIf anyone else does, I'll make sure that they regret the day that they were born.â
You try to ignore the guilt that curls in your stomach as you watch Minho leave. You hate hiding things from him, but you're still confused by your own emotions and you're worried by how he'll react. Minho has always been your biggest supporter in everything except for your love life, which he is strictly against no matter how much you try to reason with him.Â
You canât imagine how much worse it would be if he found out that the person youâre interested in is one of his friends. Youâve heard him warn the whole group that you were off limits. Heâd use a joking tone, but everyone knew that he was actually serious about it.
In the end, it doesnât even matter because youâre almost certain that nothing will ever come of your feelings, Chan is way out of your league so thereâs no point in even imagining a relationship together.
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Unsurprisingly, your attempts to avoid Chan fail pretty much instantly. You're not sure how the stars aligned exactly opposite to what you were hoping, but the studio that Minho's (and therefore Chan's) dance crew uses had a schedule conflict that ended up shifting their practice times.
To your dismay, it works out so that multiple times a week, you're leaving campus at the exact same time as your brother. That in itself is not much of an issue, it's the fact that Chan lives close enough to you that the three of you commute back together. To make matters worse, Minho always invites Chan over to have dinner and Chan always accepts.
You can't fault Minho though, you know that he invites him over partly because he wants to hang out with Chan and partly because he knows that Chan might end up working throughout the night in an empty apartment and completely forget to eat. It does also bring you comfort, knowing that Chan is being cared for, that he's eating well and taking time in his day to not worry about school or dance. It's also nice for you, you've grown so used to preparing and eating dinner on your own that it's started to feel more like a chore than something to look forward to.
It's just hard. You haven't had a private conversation with Chan since the party, but you know that he wants to talk to you.Â
You were so sure that he would never reciprocate your feelings, but now, you're starting to doubt yourself.
While you're on the bus home, listening to your music, you sometimes glance over to find Chan staring at you, though he's quick to look away. When the three of you are cooking in the kitchen, he's more affectionate, resting a light hand on your waist or back when he passes behind you or nudging your shoulder playfully after he makes a joke. During dinner, he makes sure that you're also engaged in conversation, asking about your classes or the few clubs that you're involved in. He sometimes brings you and Minho little treats from the convenience store and they're always in your favourite flavours.
The thing is, Chan is friendly and generous to everyone that he meets. It's hard to tell if you're reading too much into your interactions with him or if he's actually paying you more interest than usual. You've never heard of Chan dating, actually you can't recall if any of the boys in Minho's dance crew have ever had partners, but it's not for a lack of interested parties.
At times, it feels so impossible that you're embarrassed to even admit to yourself how much you like Chan. You're not blind, you know that there's a fair share of girls who are just as delusional as you are, giggling when he looks over and insisting to their friends that he's interested in them because he helped open the door for them or waved as he walked past.
In fact, some of the very moments that you keep closest to your heart sound so similar to experiences that you've heard other girls gushing about that you hate yourself for having hope that Chan would be interested in you of all people.
It's easier to pretend that there's nothing going on between the two of you. You know that if you were to confess your feelings to Chan, something you would never do, that he would be nice about it. You can almost imagine it, how flustered he would be, making up some kind of excuse about not being interested in dating because he was too devoted to school and dance. He would promise not to tell your brother about it and assure you that it wouldn't change the way that he treats you.
You've run through this hypothetical situation so many times that not only have you experienced enough mortification for a lifetime, but you've convinced yourself even further to lock your feelings up inside of you. There's no point in confessing when you're so sure that nothing will ever come from it.
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One day, Chan is over as usual and the three of you are cooking in your tiny kitchen, elbows bumping and arms reaching over as everyone tries to make do with the small space available.Â
The food is almost ready when Minho's phone rings, the special song that he has saved for Jisung. He picks it up instantly, shoving the pair of chopsticks that he's using into your hands in his haste. You can't hear what Jisung says, but Minho rolls his eyes and leaves to his bedroom, lecturing Jisung about something the whole way there.
âHey,â Chan says softly. You try to keep yourself busy, picking up dishes and putting them into the sink for washing, but he tugs at your wrist lightly so that you face him. âIs everything good with you?â
âYeah,â you say, nodding quickly.Â
âYou just seem, I don't know, distracted or something these days.â
âNo, it's-â You take a deep breath to collect yourself. âThank you for asking, really. But I'm fine.â
âOkay,â Chan says, still looking concerned. âListen, I know we haven't-â
You've never been so glad to hear Minho re-enter the room.Â
âEh? You guys haven't even finished with the food?â he complains in a whiny voice that he only really uses around Chan. âWhat have you guys been doing this whole time? Come on, Y/n-ah, go set the table. Hyung, I know you can't cook to save your life, but at least scoop out the rice into our bowls. I'm hungry!â
Chan drops the subject for the rest of the night, but you know that youâve only delayed the conversation.Â
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The next day, you wake up to a dry and achy throat. This isnât that unusual, you suffer from seasonal allergies that sometimes block your nose and force you to breathe through your mouth as you sleep. This time, it feels different. Your throat has been bothering you more than usual the past couple of weeks and while drinking a glass of water does help you wake up, it doesnât dull the pain that persists.Â
You shuffle out of bed to wash up, then head straight to the kitchen, brewing yourself a steaming mug of yuja tea. The taste is comforting, but doesn't help as much as you hoped it would.Â
You get ready for school quickly, hoping to leave before Minho wakes up. You know that your classes start before him today, but he's always been an early riser, preferring to work out or spend time in the dance studio before it gets too busy.
âY/n-ah,â Minho calls out, right as you're starting to put on your shoes. âYou were going to leave without saying bye?â
âI didnât know if you were awake,â you say, wincing when your voice still sounds rough.
âYou didnât even check.â Minho steps out of his room and unlocks the front door for you as you pull on your backpack.
âI was in a rush-â you start to say, but the rest of your sentence doesnât manage to make its way out. Clearing your throat only irritates it further, triggering a cough that you canât contain.
âY/n,â Minho says, genuine concern shining in his eyes. âAre you feeling okay?â
He raises a hand to your forehead, but you slap it away weakly before he can check your temperature.
âI'm fine, I just have this stupid sore throat that wonât go away,â you reassure him. âI donât think Iâm sick though. The air has been so dry lately, I think I need a humidifier in my room while I sleep.â
âAww.â Minho pinches your cheek and goes straight back to teasing you. âMy delicate baby sister.â
âUgh, forget I said anything.â You push your brother away. âNow let me go, I'm going to be late for class.â
Minho doesn't say anything in response, but the next night when you go to sleep, a new humidifier has been installed on your bedside table.Â
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In the next few weeks you find that the discomfort in your throat that has been plaguing you has evolved into something else. Thereâs a persistent feeling of something caught in your throat and you find yourself with a lingering dry cough that no amount of tea or medication can relieve.
One night, you wake up feeling like you can't breathe. In a panic, you untangle yourself from your sheets and get yourself into a sitting position. The change in position allows a deep cough to rattle through you, enough that youâre finally able to suck in a breath.Â
Instead of phlegm or maybe a piece of food that could have been stuck in your throat, you feel something velvety in your mouth. You blindly reach for your bedside table to turn on your lamp and wonder if youâre still asleep when you find a single, dark red rose petal in the palm of your hand.
You squeeze your eyes shut and pinch yourself, hard, but when your eyes open, nothing has changed.
Suddenly, youâre wide awake and a cold sweat starts to form, making your pyjamas stick to your back.
Youâve heard of hanahaki disease, of course you have, but youâve never known someone who has suffered from it.Â
It makes sense, youâve had a sore, scratchy throat and dry cough for weeks now with no other cold symptoms.
You canât believe it though.Â
Hanahaki disease was almost like an urban legend at this point, having been exaggerated and twisted so much in media that youâve almost forgotten the reality of it. While most of the shows and books that cover this have a somewhat romantic take on it, declaring that it's caused by unrequited love, you know the real cause is your refusal to admit your feelings.
You knew that lying, to Chan, to your brother, to yourself, would have consequences. You had heard stories about how people who kept their feelings a secret were slowly choked by them, petals and leaves representing every time you had held yourself back.Â
You just never thought it would happen to you.
Sure, you were interested in Chan. You found him kind, hard-working, funny, and attractive, but it's not like you were in love with him.
You crumple the petal in your hand and throw it into your garbage can. If this is your first time finding petals, you still have months until things progress to be more serious. A part of you hopes that this was some sort of one-off, that this would be the first and last time your body creates any flowers.
You turn off the light and pull the covers tightly over your body, praying that you'll wake up in the morning and find that this was all some crazy stress-related dream.
You donât fall asleep for the rest of the night.
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You had thought that you were pretty good at covering up your tracks, but it doesnât take long before Minho starts piecing things together. It doesn't help over the past few days, your symptoms have steadily worsened. Youâve found yourself coughing up petals every day, enough that you're starting to grow concerned about how quickly things are progressing.
It starts when he calls you into your shared bathroom one evening. You donât think much of it, until you find him staring at something on the ground.
âWhatâs this?â he asks.Â
âItâs a rose petal,â you say easily, stooping down to pinch it between two fingers and dangle it in front of his face. âYouâve never seen one before?â
Minho rolls his eyes at that, swatting at you half-heartedly. You manage to dodge out of the way, but lose your grip on the petal. It flutters to the floor, but Minho swipes it out of the air.
âWhatâs it from? Is a boy giving you flowers?â he asks warningly, crushing the petal in his grip.
âOppa, stop jumping to conclusions!â you groan. âItâs from a bath bomb that I tried out, I guess I missed this one when I was cleaning up.â
âSince when do you take baths?âÂ
âSince I got a bunch of bath bombs on sale. I thought it would be relaxing.â This time youâre the one rolling your eyes. âBut if I knew that it would lead to you interrogating me, I wouldnât have bothered buying them in the first place.â
âFine, sorry, just- just clean up next time youâre going to make a mess in the bathroom,â Minho says, before throwing the petal at you and leaving you alone.
You watch as the petal falls onto the tiles, crumpled into a little ball from being in Minhoâs fist. When you reach out to pick it up, your fingers are trembling. Youâve never been a good liar, but it seems that at least this time, your acting skills have been good enough to fool Minho.
You hear the front door close and you finally give in to the cough that you've been trying to suppress the whole conversation.Â
Tears spring to your eyes, but you can't stop the coughs that wrack your body. This time, even after you spit out a couple of petals, it still feels like thereâs something stuck in your throat. After what feels like forever, that something dislodges and you find yourself holding a tiny rosebud complete with a short stem.
You stare at it in horror, you havenât had more than petals until now. Thereâs a deep sense of dread that fills you. You thought that youâd have more time, it hasnât even been a month since you had started coughing up anything.
You throw the flower into the toilet, flushing quickly so that the red petals swirl out of sight. Even after you rinse your mouth, thereâs a tinge of iron that lingers.
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You don't often visit the boys when they're at dance practice, in fact you actively avoid going to the studio. It's one thing to know that their dance crew is quite popular and another to experience it yourself.
But today you don't have much of a choice, in your rush to leave for an early lab, you completely forgot to pack an assignment that was due the same morning and had begged Minho to bring it to campus for you. You were lucky that he hadn't left the apartment yet, but he only brought it on the condition that you brought him coffee and picked your assignment up from him directly.Â
It's just before 10am when you head over, which means that there's a lot of students waiting for their dance class to start, but it still surprises you to find a fairly significant crowd outside of the studio that Minho had texted you to go to. You can hear music faintly from the closed door and, as you push your way closer, find that there's a large horizontal window that has caught everyone's attention.
You get more than a fair share of dirty looks as you squeeze through the crowd and one girl even stops you as you move to open the door.Â
âSorry, excuse me,â you say politely.
âYou're not allowed in,â she says in a haughty voice. Her acrylic nails bite into your arm, surprisingly strong for how thin she is. âTheir practice isn't over.â
âYou're not allowed in, I donât need an invitation,â you say under your breath, rolling your eyes. You must not have said it quietly enough because she gasps dramatically.
âPlease, you think you're special?â She looks you up and down dismissively. âYou wish any of the boys would talk to someone like you.â
âYou must be referring to yourself, they would never want to have to associate with someone as desperate and pathetic as you,â you snap, shouldering your way past her. She squeals, but finally lets go of you, maybe hoping that you'll get in trouble for interrupting.
You open the door just enough to slide through and carefully close it behind you so that you donât disturb them. Itâs mesmerizing, watching them all dance. Theyâve been together for so long that it looks so natural for them to move in sync, although you know itâs more to do with long hours of practice and Minhoâs eagle eyes pointing out any mistakes.Â
None of the boys notice you at first, caught up in the chorus of the song that they're practicing, but Jeongin catches sight of you after a moment.
âNoona!â he says excitedly, abandoning the dance to run over to you. âIs that coffee for me?â
âInnie if you drink that coffee you will not survive long enough for the caffeine to make it into your bloodstream,â your brother warns from across the room.Â
Jeongin falters at that, but when you shake the cup enticingly in front of him, he throws caution to the wind and takes a sip.
âYah! What did I say, Yang Jeongin?â Is the only warning Jeongin gets before heâs chased around the room by an angry Minho. The familiar chaos is almost enough to lift your mood and make you forget about the terrible interaction you had outside.
âYou look annoyed, did something happen?â Chan asks, approaching you from where he had gone to turn off the music on his laptop. You curse how observant he is, you thought you had done a pretty good job of hiding how you felt.
âNothing, just had a weird encounter with a defensive fan out there. It's like you guys are idols or somethingâ you joke, nodding your head towards the window where people are watching curiously. You can still feel the sting from the girlâs nails digging into your wrist and when you lift it up to examine it more closely, see a little bit of blood beading at the deepest crescents.
âTheyâre not fans,â Chan says in disgust, before he does a double take. âI- youâre bleeding?â
âItâs nothing,â you say quickly, wiping at the wounds but only succeeding at smudging the blood so that it looks even worse. âIt doesnât even hurt.â
âCome here, we have a first aid kit somewhere. We donât want it to get infected.âÂ
Chan takes your hand delicately, making sure to avoid the inflamed areas, and leads you over to the bench closest to where all their bags are piled up. You sneak a glance over to the girl that stopped you and canât help but feel smug when you find her, pale and slack-jawed. Chan sits you down, only leaving your side to pull the blinds down on the window and dig around until he finds the first aid kit.
âSorry, it might sting a bit,â Chan apologises as he pulls out the disinfectant wipes.
You peek at Chan and your breath catches in your throat at how concentrated he looks, brows slightly furrowed as he tries to gently dab at the scratches. Most of his hair is hidden under a baseball cap, but you can see a little duck tail forming at the base of his neck which draws attention to the trails of sweat that disappear under the collar of his shirt. You must make some kind of noise, because Chan looks up, eyes wide with concern.
âSorry, does it hurt a lot?â
âNo, you're good,â you say, cheeks flushing.
âIâm almost done,â he says, searching around for a bandage. Heâs just finished applying it, tongue sticking out in concentration, when you hear someone else approach.
âWhat's going on here?â Minho asks.
âNothing!â you say at the same time that Chan says, âI was just helping Y/n put on a bandage.â
âDid you hurt yourself?â Minho's eyes widen and he reaches out to take a look at your wrist, even though he won't be able to see anything under the bandage. You pull your sleeve down and stand up in a rush.
âItâs nothing, really oppa! I'm sorry, I have to go, my class is starting soon!â you call out, lying through your teeth as you run out of the room, clutching your assignment. âThank you, Channie-oppa!â
You rush into the nearest bathroom, not even caring that there are people in the other stalls, and throw up an explosion of petals. By the time that you finally make it to class, just in time, your throat stings more than the wound on your wrist.
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You start trying to avoid Minho and well, you never really stopped in your attempts to avoid Chan.
You leave early in the morning, only come back well after the sun has set, and do everything in your power to contain your cough when you're at home.
You know you're not solving the problem, only prolonging it, but every conversation, every lie, seems to accelerate the growth of the roses that have taken up residence in your lungs. You know that it's not helping, that keeping this secret is just strengthening the flowers that are slowly choking you. It's just that no matter how many conversations you've rehearsed in your head or text that you've drafted, something seems to stop you.
You're just so so scared that waking up with a mouthful of petals and thorns, bloody coughing fits that you can't prevent, and the raspy tone of your voice that has developed is preferrable.Â
As much as you hate him sometimes, you've looked up to your brother for your whole life. You don't know what you would do without him that the thought of losing him terrifies you beyond belief.
You don't always get what you want, though. It's not long until Minho confronts you again.
It's not really a surprise, when you look in the mirror these days, you're shocked by your appearance. Your face is pale and drawn, you have deep bags from not being able to sleep at night, and you've lost weight since most solid food irritates your throat enough to trigger a coughing fit. Add that to the fact that you know your apartment's walls are paper thin which means it's impossible that your brother can't hear you coughing at all hours of the day.
âY/n-ah. I know that you're not doing well right now. Don't even try to deny it,â Minho says. He closes his eyes for a moment before seemingly deciding something. âI- you don't have to tell me what it is. I would prefer it if you did, but just- what can I do to help?â
You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to reassure him that you're fine, but regret it when you start choking instead. You lurch upright and head directly to the bathroom, Minho trailing behind you worriedly.Â
âI-â Trying to talk just makes it worse. You're used to it now, the way that the thorns seem to claw at your throat on their way up, how even the brush of soft petals against the raw flesh hurts, the metallic taste that you can't seem to get rid of no matter how many times you wash your mouth. Still, it doesn't make it easier.
Minho watches in silence as you heave over the toilet. He puts a hand on your back, rubbing slow circles to try and soothe some of your pain. Your eyes water, partially from coughing and partly because you're mortified that your brother is finally witnessing this.
You throw up finally, mostly petals and blood, which is a relief. The stems have been the most painful by far, each thorn digging into the already abused flesh of your throat.
When you finally finish rinsing your mouth, he's holding out a tissue which you accept gratefully. Minho doesn't comment until you've finally caught your breath.
âY/n-ah-â
âYeah,â you say miserably, tearing at the leftover tissue in your hand. Your voice both sounds and feels like you've been swallowing gravel. âHanahaki, who would have guessed that I'd be a romantic at heart?â
You laugh weakly. Minho doesn't.
âI knew it. All those times you locked yourself in the bathroom with the water running⌠That stupid bath bomb story you told me⌠I hear you up at all hours, coughing your lungs out⌠Youâve been hiding it this whole time, havenât you?â he accuses you.
âI can explain-â
âGo on then,â Minho says impatiently.
âI- It's-â You bury your face in your hands, unable to get the words out. âIt's stupid.â
âY/n-ah, it's obviously not stupid. Whatever it is, it's bothering you enough that it's hurting you physically.â
âI like someone,â you say in a small voice. âOkay? That's it.â
âWhy won't you tell them?â Minho demands. âWhy won't you tell me who it is?â
âNo, I can't. Thereâs no point, it wouldn't work out,â you insist, shaking your head.
âWhat are you talking about? No point? Y/n, can't you see it's killing you.â You've never heard Minho sound so desperate. He's angry, he's frustrated, but most of all, he's scared, you realise.
âOppa-â you say cautiously, but you're interrupted by yet another coughing fit. You can't hide it from your brother when the tissue that you've used to cover your mouth is tinged red by the time you're done. You can feel there's still something lodged in your throat, it takes everything in you to ignore the urge to continue coughing to try and get it out.
âI can't lose you, Y/n,â he whispers. Your eyes widen when you realise his are filled with tears. You don't think you've ever seen Minho cry. âI can't let you do this to yourself, please.â
âI need more time-â
âYou donât have time!â Minho interrupts frantically. âHave you even seen a doctor about this?â
You look away guiltily at the question.
âNo, but-â
âAre you kidding me?â Minho says exasperatedly. âWeâre booking you an appointment right now.â
âIs it going to make a difference? I know whatâs wrong-â As if to prove your point, you canât stop yourself from coughing again. âIt's not that bad yet, oppa,â you lie, the croakiness of your voice giving you away.
âY/n-â
âI promise! I promise that I am trying my best. I- if it doesn't get better, I'll see a doctor in two weeks.âÂ
âNot good enough, Y/n-ah. If you can't tell me, at least talk to whoever you like,â he pleads.Â
âFine,â you say. âI- I'll talk to him in the next few days. And if the flowers don't go away, then I will see a doctor.â
Minho lets out a heavy sigh of relief, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. You try your best to sink into his embrace, but just can't ignore the guilt that seems to consume you.
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Chan catches you outside your last lecture that night. You're not sure how exactly he found out your schedule, but you exit the lecture hall to find him leaning against the wall directly across from the doors.
It could just be that he knows someone else taking this course or that he has a class in the same room, but somehow you know that he's waiting for you. Not ready for this conversation, you try to keep your head down to pass by unnoticed, but you know that he's spotted you when he calls out your name.
âHey.â Chan reaches out, tugging on your sleeve without actually touching you. You turn around, stomach sinking slightly. Yes, you had promised your brother that you'd confess to Chan, but you didn't think it would happen so soon. âYou're heading home right?â
âYeah,â you say warily. âWhat's up?â
âI'm going back too, can we walk together?â
âSure,â you agree slowly, not able to think of a way to get out of this situation.Â
The two of you walk in silence towards your bus stop. Chan's being uncharacteristically awkward and you're not sure what to expect.
âI wanted to talk to you about something,â he says suddenly.
âOkay?â
Chan stays quiet for so long that youâre about to ask if heâs okay.
âI like you,â he blurts out, right as you open your mouth to speak.
âWhat?â Of everything he could have said, this is what you're expecting the least. Thereâs no way that you heard him correctly, you must need to get your ears checked.
âI like you,â Chan repeats. You blink up at him, stunned. âBut if you don't feel the same way, it's- don't worry about it. I promise that I'll respect it. I'll back off and everything will stay the same. I just wanted to get it off my chest. And maybe, I don't know if I was just making things up, but I thought that you liked me too?â
âYou can't,â is all that escapes your mouth.
âI⌠can't like you?â Chan asks, baffled.
âNo, it's- you can't- we can't,â you stammer. âMy brother-"
âWhat, you think I'm afraid of Minho-ya?â Chan asks cockily, raising an eyebrow in a way that you can't help but find attractive.
âI just- he always said-â
âY/n-ah,â Chan says gently. âI like you and I don't care what your dumb brother thinks. He can complain all he wants, but as long as you're happy, I'm happy. And-â
âYou actually like me?â you interrupt.
âYes, is it really so hard to believe?â
âI just always thought, you only saw me as Minho-oppa's baby sister,â you say glumly, kicking at the ground.
âI did when you were younger for sure,â Chan laughs. âBut since university, I feel like I've actually gotten to know the real you, to see how funny, talented, kind, and thoughtful you are. I like you for you, not because I'm friends with your brother.âÂ
âBut there's so many other girls you could choose from that are much prettier or smarter than me,â you argue, still not wanting to get your hopes up.
âY/n-ah, are you actually trying to convince me not to like you?â Chan pouts. âIf you don't feel the same way, just say so, it's okay.â
âNo! I-â you trail off, suddenly feeling incredibly shy.
âYou what?â Chan prompts you gently.
âI like you too.â Your voice is barely a whisper, but you know that he's heard you from the smile that grows on his face.
âWhat was that?â Chan asks cheekily.
âI said I like you too!â you say louder this time, before hiding your face in your hands so that you don't have to look at Chan.Â
Even though you're beyond embarrassed, you feel better than you have in a long time, giddy with the idea that Chan actually reciprocates your feelings.
But when you breathe in, instead of relief, there's still that familiar tightness in your chest.Â
You have to talk to Minho, you realise. As much as you've been keeping it a secret from Chan, you know that a majority of your inner turmoil stems from hiding our feelings from the closest person in your life. You had hoped that talking to Chan would instantly cure your hanahaki, but clearly you were wrong.
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For the first time in weeks, you purposely seek out Minho. Luckily, you don't have to look far, when you get home, Minho is stretched out on the couch watching anime.
âI told him,â you say. Minho immediately sits upright, turning his attention to you. âThe guy I like. But it didnât help, the flowers are still-â
âAnd he feels the same way?â Minho interrupts you.
âI- yes, heâs the one that confessed first.â
âWow,â Minho whistles. âWhoâs crazy enough to have feelings for you?â
You had already made up your mind that you had to tell your brother, but his reaction makes you even more confident in your decision. Maybe it's the way that Minho is treating this so lightly, but youâre no longer nervous to say it out loud.
âIt's Chan-oppa,â you say, bracing yourself.Â
âChan?â Minho repeats, shell shocked.
âChannie-hyung? Like-â he takes out his phone and pulls up the photo he has of Chan in his contacts.
Chan has the craziest bedhead and his face is puffy from sleep in the photo. He's squinting up at the camera, a hand coming up to try and block his face. He looks adorable.
Minho watches your face carefully as you visibly melt a bit looking at the picture.
âYou really do like him, huh,â he says in a quiet voice, no longer joking around. âThis whole time?â
âYeah.â You look down. âI'm sorry.â
âThat's it? That's the person you've been so scared of telling me that you liked?"
âI- yes? You don't think it's weird?â you ask tentatively, looking back up at your brother. âThe two of us being together? He's one of your best friends.â
âOh no, itâs definitely weird.â Minho laughs. âI do not understand it at all. But Y/n, Channie-hyung is one of the few people in my life that I trust. Do I want him to be dating my baby sister? Of course not! I don't want you to be dating anyone. Do I think heâs out of his mind for being interested in you? Definitely.â
âHey!â you interject. Minho carries on like he canât hear you.
âDo I think he fully understands that if he hurts you in any way, directly or indirectly, on purpose or on accident, that I will hunt him down and make him regret the fact that he ever existed in the first place? Yes, I think he knows.â
âOppa,â you say in horror. âYou will not give your best friend the shovel talk.â
âI donât have to.â Minho smiles brightly, a picture of innocence if you didnât know him. âMy reputation precedes me. Channie-hyung's one of my closest friends, he would never expect anything less from me.â
âOppa-â
âY/n-ah,â Minho softens his voice. âI also know that of all the people that I've ever met, Channie-hyung is one that is least likely to ever hurt you. I trust him, but I also want you to know that I trust your judgement.â
You look away, sniffing. You never could have imagined that Minho would accept your relationship so easily that it's making you feel emotional.
âAigoo, Y/nnie,â Minho coos. He pulls you into a tight hug, ignoring the way that tears finally escape from you and stain his shirt. âYou were really worried about this, weren't you?â
You nod into his shoulder, unable to provide a verbal response.
âI'm sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't tell me about this. It's definitely going to take a bit of time to get used to it, but I'm happy for you, really. I know I can seem overbearing sometimes, but I just worry.â
âI didn't want you to be upset at Channie-oppa or me,â you murmur. âI didn't want to do anything to hurt your friendship. I didn't want to hurt our relationship.â
âY/n-ah,â Minho says gently, but firmly. âI want you to know that there is nothing that could hurt our relationship. You're my baby sister, I'm always going to love you.â
After months of keeping all your feelings bottled up, of denying your feelings for Chan, of dreading Minhoâs reaction, youâve felt a constant dread, guilt filling your insides. Now, youâre just filled with an overwhelming sense of relief. Itâs as if an enormous weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
It feels like you can breathe again.
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๨ৠ. . . in which DAZAI OSAMU apologises for being a little too rough.
warnings: semi-nsfw, f!reader, hair-pulling, flashbacks to sexual activity, rough!dazai (he pulled your hair a little too hard), soft!dazai, slight angst, comfort, fluff, non-established relationship, w.c 1.6k
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It was a type of awareness â a fond little quirk, if you will â that you had developed a few months into dating the Armed Detective Agent. Or as far as dating someone like him would go; he never really liked the label, after all. You were both stuck in that chaotic, intoxicating limbo of not quite lovers, but too far gone from friends. Because friends did not stay the night and wear each-others shirts as you washed the dishes, friends did not hum softly into the empty apartment he owned as you waited for him to return with your favourite take-away coffee.
As if your souls were already intertwined, protesting at even the slightest distance, your whole body sang to life when Dazai Osamu tried to sneak through his front door unnoticed.
With wet fingers, you reached over to turn the faucet off just as his airy voice sifted through the air.
"I'm home~"
"Welcome back." You beat him to it.
Dazai made a wrangled sound. "How do catch me every time I try to sneak up on you?" He moaned, his voice coming closer until he rounded the little alcove of his small, one-walled kitchen. "It's almost like you have a sixth-sense, you know? Oh! We should put this unique talent of yours to the test!"
You hummed, following his playful line of thinking. Does his blood thrum to life underneath his skin when you breeze through the Agency offices, you wonder, does his mind eddy of all thought when you cast your eyes his way â just like it does yours?
You did not know. You would probably never know. But he remembered your exact coffee order perfectly, every single time.
"I'm almost afraid to wonder what that would entail." You muse, drying off your hands and leaning back on the countertop. He handed you one of the take-away cups. "But not for me. If I know you at all, Osamu, then you would definitely tie Kunikida-kun up in this elaborate experiment just to set him back a few days on his schedule."
"Pft. A few days?" He echoed, incredulous. One of his eyebrows raised. "How you insult me. If I don't set Kunikida-kun's precious schedule back by at least one month at a time, then why would I even bother at all?"
"You're absolutely right. My ignorant mistake."
"And yes, you do."
"Hm?" You hummed, uncapping the coffee to take a greedy inhale.
"Know me." Dazai finished.
Those two words jarred you a little. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, wordless, the coffee cup held just an inch from your parted lips. Dazai was looking straight at you with that ever-present unreadable expression, but it was a little softer around the edges, a little less impenetrable this time. This was familiar. This is what you two were; you took each other's hand and danced around the truth. You let things hang in the air, unsaid, untouched, staring at one another in his apartment while you wore his shirt like you were both in love â but not quite, not yet.
"Do I?" You said softly. You reached for that thing left unsaid and used it to challenge him.
He tilted his head, amused. Letting you rock the boat. His unkempt curls slid across his forehead when he did. But as always, he said nothing. He danced. He changed the subject.
Do I know you, Osamu?
Instead, he let his dark eyes wander to the dishes you had stacked on the drainage rack. "Wah, [Name]!" He exclaimed with exaggerated shock. "Did you clean the dishes while I was gone?! If you keep doing things like that I'll seriously have to marry you, you know!"
Precarious. A tease. Oh, but he loves to twirl with you close to the fire.
You stayed silent, opting to take a sip, instead. A small, bashful smile fought its way onto your face â you hid behind the disposable cup, but you knew he caught it. Dazai Osamu caught everything, but only with you, did he wear that boyish, self-satisfied grin when he saw the effect he had on your heart.
The sunlight was soft and choppy as it filtered through his broken shutters that barely gave any privacy to the kitchen. It was winter time; Yokohama was bustling, as it always is, but this corner of the city was delightfully sleepy. It was just you and him, enjoying the silence of two people almost in love. A car horn beeped in the distance. You noticed the smattering of freckles on his nose when he stepped forward into one of the balmy sunbeams.
Quietly, Dazai reached towards you. You didn't move â how could you? â as his long fingers half-hidden in bandages danced across your exposed shoulder. A shiver broke out across the skin he barely touched. He noticed. He grew bolder, slyer, letting his lazy touch flutter across your skin; the column of your neck; tickling the nape of your neck and burying into the mussed tresses of your hairâ
"Owâ!"
You winced.
Dazai jerked his hand away. "What's wrong?"
You placed your coffee cup down and lifted your fingers to where his own had just been. With ginger movements, you traced the tender spot, your face souring into a grimace at the little shoots of pain that resided there. It was still sore, you noticed. And so did Dazai. When you glanced up at him, his brows had knit together. Not quite a picture of concern â but pressingly curious, his eyes wide and imploring.
And for the first time that lazy morning, you found yourself averting your gaze from him. You stayed quiet for a pregnant moment, searching for the right words as Dazai too, placed his cup down. He dipped his head, trying to meet your eyes. "Bella?" He called again, his voice soft and coaxing.
"Sorry," You chuckled quietly, smiling small. You gave the tender spot another rub before releasing your hand from your hair. "It's just a little sore, that's all."
Dazai's lips tugged down into a frown. "Soreâ?" A bell chimed on some astral plane of recognition. His words died on his tongue, his expression halting. You saw the shutter in his eyes then; his mind moving, racing, taking scintillations of the night you two shared and meshing them back together.
You had let him do it before â fisting his lithe fingers into your hair while you were both caught in the throes of passion. As a matter of fact, you quite liked it. He'd bow your head back and decorate your lovely neck with a multitude of bruises, just for you. Or during those times where you took control â settling between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. You'd start slow first; taking the length of him into your mouth, licking, kissing. But as you picked up the pace and worked him right to a fever pitch â Dazai would wind his hand into your hair. Around, around, until he had a decent grip, and guide your movement just the way he needed it.
It had been an accident last night â but you still had not mentioned it; had not wanted to draw too much attention as you knew he did not mean it. It was a frenzy on both parts. But he had gripped your hair and tugged it a bit too tight. A bit too rough. Leaving the spot at the crown of your head tender as you passed a brush over it once you two were done.
He remained so uncharacteristically silent â staring at you like he was meeting you from a previous lifetime again after searching for so long. You tilted your head, suddenly worried. It wasn't like you were upset with him â so why did he look like that? Like he had revoked any and all permission to touch you? Like he was suddenly afraid?
Dazai was not acquainted with words of apology. He had went his whole life posing as a shadow, looking in on people and never being a part of them. But standing there looking down at you with the realisation that he had hurt you, that he â by his hand â had brought harm to someone like you â a sudden paralysis took hold of his body. He stared at you with wide eyes. He couldn't speak. He felt like he had lost all privilege to be near you â that for the first time in his life, he had met someone so bright and so genuine, and he had succeeded at tainting that, too.
He was abominable. He had always been, it was part of his makeup, ingrained into the lining of his very bones.
And yet, to him, he was also selfish. Because he had the gall to ask for your forgiveness.
"I'm," Dazai started. It wasn't like him to be at a loss for words. "I . . . [Name] I didn't realise . . . "
"Osamu, really â it's okay," You implored, your expression honest. "I know you didn't mean to. I'm fine! Just a little sore, is all." Smile turning lopsided, you turned to fully face him. "How about next time, we just don't pull as hard? I do really like when you play with my hair, but not that rough. Hm?"
Dazai opened his mouth to speak â but whatever he wanted to say got lost between his head and his tongue. He blinked once, twice. Then, in such a quiet voice, he whispered, ". . . I apologise. I'd never try to hurt you, beautiful [Name]. It will not happen again."
It was so resolute. In a tone you have never heard Dazai Osamu speak with before; not quite unsure, but lacking the perfectly precise way he would usually choose his words with. It speared into your chest and made your heart lurch. Such a raw, clean-cut promise. Like he'd burn his own hand before he let himself cause any such harm to you, ever again.
The smile that softened the sides of your lips no longer belonged to someone who was almost in love.
You reached out suddenly for his hand before he could react. You guided his palm to your face, nuzzling into his warm touch, delighting in the soft scratch of bandages against your cheek. "I know. I'm sorry too, for not mentioning it sooner."
I love you, it was the three words you still left unsaid. Because not quite, not yet. Although the way Dazai's fingers curled against the shell of your ear, the way he stepped forward to tug you into his sturdy chest â something about it all whispered the words I love you, too.
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More Hearts Than Mine - Her Family's Christmas
~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~
Author's Note: Happy holidays! I love you all. I hope you all are enjoying some amazing treats! Summary: Luke spends Christmas Eve with her family Warnings: nothing too bad? Word Count: 5,997 Luke Hughes x fm!reader
Christmas was a huge deal in her family. Last year, she thought it was too soon to have Luke come to her familyâs party and he agreed. But this year she decided it would be best to introduce him to her extended family. Heâs already briefly met her uncles and her grandparents but nothing like a full family party.
Nothing like all of her aunts and uncles, grandparents, and little cousins all in one house. How fantastic. She loved her family of course, but everyone in one house? How fantastic.
She was anxious that it was going to be a hard holiday. Not that they wouldnât like Luke, she knew that they were going to love him. But she was worried about the never ending extremely personal questions. Especially the questions about marriage or kids. She has to constantly remind her family that they are twenty-one years old and not everyone wants to get married in their early twenties.
Luke was standing in the bathroom, running his fingers through his hair as he was trying to style it. She walked past him, pulling some drawers open again to see if there were anything else she needed to pack.Â
He smiled softly as he pulled his hands away from his hair. He turned on the water to rinse his hands of the gel. âBaby?â he asked softly, raising his eyebrows. She hummed as she pushed the drawers shut as she walked away from him. Quickly, he wiped his hands before he followed after her. âBaby?â he asked again. She spun on her heel and met his gaze.Â
A long huff fell from her lips. âCome âere,â he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her frame. He pulled her body towards him. Her entire body relaxed in his arms as he ran his hand slowly up and down her back. âItâs only two days,â he mumbled before he pressed his lips to the top of her head.Â
âThereâs just so many of them,â she muttered against his chest. He chuckled as he leaned back slightly, keeping his arms around her. Looking up towards him, her lips fell into a dramatic pout. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers for a second. Y/N leaned her head against his chest.
âYou have me, itâll be okay,â he expressed as he slowly dipped his hand beneath her shirt to comfort her while delicately gliding his fingertips across her skin.
âWhat time did we say we would be at my parents?â she asked softly.Â
âEight,â he mumbled, âWe should probably leave soon.âÂ
Pulling her head back, she looked up towards him. Her lips fell into a pout again. He raised his hand up as he delicately ran his thumb across her bottom lip. âWe should leave inââ he trailed off as he glanced towards the clock on the wall, âfifteen minutes,â he mumbled. Thatâs all the permission she needed. She took a hold of his neck as she pulled him towards her kissing him urgently.
He smiled into the kiss as he reached down and took a hold of her thighs; lifting her up in a swift movement as he guided her towards their bedroom. âGod, Iâm going to need you to kiss me a lot in the next few days,â she mumbled after she pulled away. Her hands found his hair, she tugged slightly at the curls. Messing up the curls that he perfected for the last ten minutes. He didnât care.
âWhatever you need, my love,â he mumbled before he urgently pressed his lips against hers again. Her lips parted allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth as Luke delicately placed her down onto their bed.Â
âI am not kissing you in front of your family though,â he muttered before he pressed his lips against her jawline, lowering his lips towards her neck, carefully not to leave any marks on her body. She giggled as her hands continued to tug at his curls as she tilted her head back. Slowly, she glided her hands across his cheeks, desperate for his lips to meet hers again.Â
~~
They only had ten minutes left of their car ride and she was singing softly along to the Billie Eilish song playing in the background. Luke was driving as he glided his hand up and down her thigh as they were sitting at a light.Â
âHowâs Jasmine doing since her breakup?â Luke asked as he met Y/Nâs gaze. She let out a huff of air.Â
âIâm just happy that douchebag has nothing to do with Jasmine and EJ anymore. But sheâs good I think. Sheâs not good at sharing any emotions.â she explained as her gaze lowered towards his lips for a second. The light turned green and he drove ahead. His thumb rubbed soothing along the fabric of her jeans.Â
âHopefully seeing you will help her,â he said as he turned down the street that led to her childhood house.Â
âHopefully,â she mumbled as her attention switched towards the familiar trees of her hometown street. She missed it, a lot more than she would like to admit. âI should also warn you, my mom goes a little nuts with the decorating.â she explained as they pulled up closer to her house. He nodded as his eyes landed on the elaborate light show that was happening outside of the house. There were people standing outside, admiring the lights.
âOh fuck,â he mumbled, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. Carefully, he parked in the small gravel part of the driveway as his eyes were still admiring the flashing light show. Her own gaze admired the lights, it was the same set up as the past few years but every year she falls in love with it more and more.Â
He turned the car off as he shifted his gaze towards her. She smiled softly, âAre you ready?â he asked. Taking in a deep breath, she nodded. He reached his hand over, resting it onto her cheek. His thumb glided along the warm skin of her cheek. Leaning towards her, he delicately pressed his lips against hers.
âNow I am,â she mumbled. He nodded as they both climbed out of the car. She smiled towards her former neighbors who were still standing and admiring the lights. Luke loosely wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked towards the trunk to grab their things for the few days. Reaching down, she tried to take a hold of the bags but Luke quickly took both of them before Y/N shut the trunk.Â
âThank you,â she mumbled as she led the way towards the house. He smiled softly as he followed after her. She quickly rang the doorbell waiting for someone to let them inside. It didnât take long for her sister to pull the door open.
âThank god youâre here,â Jasmine said barely above a whisper before she walked back towards the living room. Y/N frowned slightly as she carefully stepped inside. To her surprise, her parents were sitting on the couch wearing matching red and white pajamas. âYou have to tell them this is ridiculous,â she expressed pointing towards the other pajama set.Â
âOh my god,â she mumbled as she began to laugh. Her dad was frowning as he was sitting beside her mother but he was happy because she was happy wearing it.Â
Her mother stood up and excitedly jogged around the couch to hug her eldest daughter. Her father stood up and began to walk towards Luke. He held out his hands to take one of the bags. âHow are you doing, kid?â Her dad asked Luke as the pair walked towards the stairs to head up towards her room. Y/N smiled softly as she watched them.Â
âHowâs my girl?â her mother asked her as she kept her arm around her body.Â
âGood, tired. Been a long day,â Y/N mumbled as she tilted her head against her motherâs shoulder.
âIâve been wrapping presents all day, I forgot he had a game today! How did that go?â her mother asked. Y/N explained briefly how the afternoon game went before she saw Luke and her father reemerge from the stairs. Luke smiled towards her mother as he offered a hug. She smiled widely as she accepted the hug. âYou feeling alright, Luke?â she asked him.
He pulled away and smiled politely towards her. âIâm doing good, thank you for letting me join you guys,â he expressed.
âOh of course. Your brother is still with his girlfriendâs family right? If he needs a place to visit, he is more than welcome to join us,â she explained. Luke chuckled softly as he glanced towards Y/N.
âHeâs all good, thank you Mrs. Y/L/N,â he mumbled as he met EJâs gaze. He simply nodded before looked back towards his phone; a grin on his lips.
âUncle Jonathan bought everyone these matching pajamas, so I expect you guys all to be wearing them on Christmas Day,â her mother explained as she pointed a finger towards each of her children, âThereâs a set for you too, Luke,â she said as she pointed towards him before she walked passed him towards the kitchen.Â
Lukeâs eyes widened slightly as Y/N walked towards him. Delicately, she rested her hand onto his chest. âArenât you happy you joined us?â she mumbled as she pressed her lips against his cheek before she tilted her head against his shoulder. He forced a tight lip smile on his lips as he took a deep breath. He loosely wrapped his arm around her waist.Â
âGet ready,â her father teased as he raised his eyebrows as he followed his wife towards the kitchen.Â
âYeah, what he said,â EJ said while shoving his phone into his pocket, âShe goes nuts around Christmas,â EJ elaborated as he shifted his gaze towards the TV showing Santa Paws.Â
Lifting her head from his shoulder, she glanced towards Luke. âLetâs go get changed,â she mumbled towards him. He nodded as he let her guide him towards the stairs.Â
After a few seconds, they reached her room. She shut the door behind them and let out a long drawn out breath. His back was pressed against the door as he watched her zip open her back to pull out a pair of shorts and a long sleeve shirt. âBaby,â he let out softly. She only let out a hum as a reply.
He scanned her frame as she took a deep breath as she rested her hands onto her hips. Pressing his lips together, he took a few steps towards her. âBaby,â he let out again as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. Luke pulled her back against his chest. He rested his hand onto her shoulder, as she tilted her head back against his chest. âBreathe,â he mumbled as he delicately pressed his lips against her shoulder.Â
After a few seconds, she took deep breath. âI am breathing,â she mumbled. He smiled softly as he brushed a few pieces of hair away from her neck. Delicately, he pressed his lips against her neck for a second. âThank you for being here,â she mumbled.Â
âAlways,â he mumbled before he reluctantly stepped away from her to change into something more comfy for the remainder of the night.Â
After several minutes, they returned to the main level of the house to see her dad and EJ both carrying two pizza boxes each from the front door. âDad cooked tonight,â EJ said teasingly as they both walked towards the kitchen to place the pizzas onto the counter.
~~~
It was early, they were both used to waking up before the sun comes up because of school and his morning skate. They were laying facing one another, his hand was gliding along the center of her back. His fingertips grazed along her skin in a figure eight pattern. Her hand glided through his hair, twisting a few pieces between her fingers.Â
âHow does this usually go?â he asked softly. Inching towards him, she pouted her lips.
âEveryone starts showing up at noon and then we mingle for several hours until my mother decides that we can start eating,â she explained softly, âAnd then we play games to entertain the little ones and then they leave to just do it all over again on Christmas Day,âÂ
âDoesnât sound too bad,â he mumbled as his gaze lowered towards her lips. Her lips curled upward slightly.
âItâs not too bad because we can disappear up here when we need a break,â she mumbled. He smiled as he stifled a laugh. âItâs just loud, all of the time.â
âItâll be okay,â he mumbled as he leaned towards her, kissing her softly.Â
A hum fell from her lips as she deepened the kiss as she parted her lips slightly. His hand tightened on her hip as he slowly pushed her down onto her back. Both of her hands took a hold of his cheeks.Â
âThis is going to help me a lot today, thank you,â she let out quickly before she kissed him urgently again. He giggled against her lips as his thumb rubbed against her skin soothingly. Her fingers glided through his hair as he slowly began to kiss her more urgently.Â
His hand began to glide up her side, her body erupted in goosebumps under his touch. His hands started to toy with the waistband of her shorts, debating on tugging them off of her frame. He waited for her to tell him no, but she didnât. Instead, he ran his hand up her back.Â
After a few minutes, Luke reluctantly pulled away, softly pecking her lips as he leaned away. Her lips fell into a pout as she leaned towards him again. âIf we donât stop right now, baby, weâll regret it later,â he mumbled as he leaned towards her pecking her lips again.Â
Her lips fell into a pout as she pulled him towards her again. He smiled against her lips as they kissed for a few more seconds.Â
âYouâre right, I love you,â she mumbled against his lips.Â
He leaned back looking over her features, âI love you,â he whispered before he laid onto his side, pulling her body towards him. His lips delicately pressed against her shoulder. âWhat time do we need to start getting ready?â he asked barely above a whisper.Â
âAnother hour at the latest,â she mumbled as she shut her eyes. He pressed his lips against her shoulder again as he ran his hand along her side.Â
âPerfect,â he mumbled as he brushed a few pieces of hair off of her neck. Delicately pressed his lips against her neck, slowly gliding his tongue along the hot skin.Â
A hum fell from her lips as she rested her hand on top of Lukeâs as she glided her hand up and down his arm. Everything was always perfect when it was just them. Her back pressed against his chest and his hands roaming her frame. His lips pressed against her hot skin.
âCareful Lukey,â she mumbled. He hummed against her skin as she reached her hand up and ran her fingers through his hair.Â
âIâm being careful,â he mumbled against her skin, a smile forming to his lips.Â
âYouâre the one that said we had to stop,â she explained teasingly. Slowly, he continued to kiss the skin of her neck as he slowly pressed wet kisses down; against her shoulder down her arm. He interlocked their fingers as he continued to kiss down her arm. âLukey,â she mumbled.Â
Luke began to trail his lips back up her arm. Biting her bottom lip, she slowly slipped away from his grasp. âHey,â he let out as he watched her stand up from the bed. She adjusted the tanktop and the shorts on her frame as she looked towards him. He was laying on his side, his cheeks were flushed red.
âI need to go shower beforeââ she trailed off as she admired the abs muscles tensing as he leaned back on his elbows. Taking a deep breath, she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip. The only thing that was on her mind was taking the remainder of her clothes off and his off at the same time. Her breathing quickened as her eyes continued to trail his frame. It never got old the way his body looked. Mouth watering.
âBefore we have sex in my childhood bedroom,â she said as her voice got quieter. Luke chuckled as he covered his face with his hands.
Y/N quickly slipped out of the bedroom, leaving Luke alone in her bedroom. Lifting her gaze up she met EJâs gaze as they nearly bumped into one another. Clearing her throat, she pressed her lips together as her eyes widened.Â
âItâs weird seeing someone else awake this early,â EJ mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest. She nodded as she glanced towards the door. EJâs eyebrows furrowed harshly as he stared towards his older sister. âOh no, were you guys doing stuff in there?â he asked quietly, his face scrunched up in disgust.Â
âNo!â she whispered loudly.Â
âWe share a wall, Y/N!â he said as he pointed towards the doors.Â
âWe werenât doing anything! Now I need to shower,â she expressed as she walked towards the bathroom.
âWhyâs that? Huh?!â he whispered as he jogged passed her towards the stairs.
âWhat was so interesting about your phone yesterday, huh?â she whispered loudly towards him. He spun around to meet her gaze.Â
âTouche,â he said while squinting his eyes slightly before he further climbed down the steps. She chuckled as she stepped into the bathroom.
~~~
It was a little after twelve and they were all waiting for the first collection of her family to arrive. She was sitting beside Luke. He was wearing a tan quarter zip with dark wash jeans. She was wearing a green sweater dress. The Her head was rested onto his shoulder as his hand was rested low on her furthest thigh. He was delicately running his thumb along her skin soothingly.
Y/N watched EJ grin towards his phone as he was typing quickly, obviously texting someone he was interested in. She was planning on bugging him about it later but there was a loud knock against the front door. Before anyone had a chance to go pull the door open, her Uncle Jonathan stepped inside. His wife, Aunt Lola, and their four young children follow quickly in pursuit.
âSo it begins,â she mumbled as she leaned towards Luke and pressed her lips against his cheek. He smiled softly as he squeezed her leg. She brought her thumb up and wiped away some of the lipstick left on his cheek.Â
Slowly, they stood up and she adjusted the dress lower on her frame. He kept his hand on her center back as he looked down and met her gaze. âBreathe,â he mouthed towards her as he widened his eyes. She smirked as she took a dramatic deep breath.
âOi! Whereâs my first niece!â Jonathan shouted from the kitchen. She walked towards the kitchen with Luke by her side. âThere she is!â he shouted as he happily stepped towards her.Â
âHi Uncle J,â she mumbled as she reached over and hugged him. Looking over towards Lola, she smiled politely. Lola was always much quieter than Jonathan but they blended perfectly.Â
Her little cousins were already running around, bumping into everyone. Y/N clenched her jaw as she smiled politely towards Jonathan.Â
âHey Luke,â Jonathan said as he offered his hand towards him. Luke smiled as he took the handshake. âYou guys are killing it this year,â he said, âHowâs that shoulder? Howâs your brotherâs face, that shit didnât look good.â he conintued while meeting Lukeâs gaze.
Lukeâs mouth opened and then clamped shut quickly. He chuckled nervously as he wrapped his arm tighter around Y/N. His hand rested onto her hip. âShoulderâs great, Quinnâs getting better; yeah. Weâre good yeah,â he mumbled as he bunched some of the fabric in his hand.
âThatâs awesome! I mean yeah, it sucked not having you but how about that new coach of yoursââ Jonathan continued but Y/N tuned out the conversation as one of her little cousins shoved against her.Â
âY/N! Come play Mario Kart!â her little cousin Benny said as he took a hold of her hand. Her eyes widened as she looked down towards him.
âLater, buddy. See if Jas wants to play!â she encouraged. Without any argument, he ran away in the small house.Â
Luke tightened his grip on her waist, almost as a call for help, ââThat game the other day was tough, man. You were great, Jackâit was so unlucky,â Jonathan was still talking when she turned back into the conversation. Luke was politely nodding along. âOh man, how long have you two been together? Two years, almost three?â
âAlmost two years,â Y/N peeped out.Â
âDamn, Luke, youâve stuck around with our Y/N for two years? Wow,â Jonathan said while laughing. He smacked his hand against Lukeâs shoulder so hard that Luke nearly fell forward.Â
âIâm going to scream,â she mumbled. Luke glided his hand up her back trying to be soothing but he understood why she was stressed about it. âCan we disappear?â she asked softly as she took a hold of his chin and forced his gaze towards her. His eyes widened as he scanned her features.
âI donât think we can,â he let out barely above a whisper. Y/Nâs lips fell into a pout as she glided her hand down his chest.
âGod, how did I survive this without you for twenty years?â she mumbled before she started walking towards the living room to see her grandparents enter the house. EJ shot up from the couch to help with the food that they were carrying. Y/N pointed towards them, letting Luke know that they should also assist.
âIâve got these, Elijah. Thereâs more in the car,â her grandfather said simply as him and her grandmother walked deeper into the small house. EJ quickly jogged out of the house with Y/N and Luke quickly behind them.Â
It was freezing outside, there was nearly a foot of snow on the ground. But it was the first time she was able to breathe in the last fifteen minutes.
âHow are you handling Y/L/Nâs Christmas, Lukey?â EJ shouted as he walked towards the trunk of the SUV. Luke chuckled as he let Y/N slip away from his grasp.
âY/N said loud and she was right, itâs loud.â he said while smiling softly. EJ barked out a laugh.Â
âWeâre still missing Uncle Mark and his seven kids,â EJ mumbled as he took three trays of food. Lukeâs eyes widened as his mouth fell open.
âSeven?! You didnât say seven?â Luke let out while laughing awkwardly.
âBy seven he means triplet toddlers.â she explained. Luke took a deep breath.
âYou did tell me that,â Luke mumbled as Y/N handed him two trays.Â
âTheyâre practically seven children combined, insane little feisty chihuahuas that bite! They bite!â EJ explained as he walked towards the front door of the house that Jasmine was holding open. Luke awkwardly held the trays as he watched her hold one against her chest as she closed the trunk.Â
âI would definitely keep your hands up high,â Y/N said teasingly as they reemerged into the house. Jasmine shut the door behind them; practically dodging the kids and other adults.
It took another thirty minutes before Mark, his wife, and their three children all showed up. The three toddlers quickly found EJ and began climbing him and asking him to hold them. Luke and Y/N were practically glued to each otherâs side.
They were sitting in the living room with a few of her little cousins playing a board game at the center of the room. Jasmine was always good with the young cousins, she was so patient. She was helping them with the game and letting them win.Â
âY/N! Can you come help me with this?â her mother shouted loudly from the kitchen. She shifted her gaze towards Luke and he nodded as he glided his hand off of her thigh.
âYouâll be alright?â she asked softly. He nodded encouragingly as she continued walking through the living room towards the kitchen. She smiled towards her Aunt Maggie who was drinking a wine while watching over the living room.Â
She walked into the kitchen to see that the dinner was still being prepared. âHey honey, I need you to help me with that,â her mother said as she pointed towards the unmashed potatoes. Y/Nâs eyes widened slightly.Â
âAre you sure?â she asked softly. Her mother laughed.
âHoney, you canât mess up mashing potatoes, Iâll keep an eye on you,â her mother teased. Y/N smiled softly as she began to mash the potatoes. âMaggie, what do you think of Luke?â her mother asked. Y/N poster straightened as her eyes widened. She continued to mash the potatoes.Â
âI think heâs a cutie pie, holds on to you for dear life,â Maggie said as she walked over to the kitchen happily. Y/N chuckled nervously as she kept her gaze in front of her. âHe seems madly in love with our Y/N, doesnât he?âÂ
âOh, he definitely is. Sheâs going to marry him someday,â her mother said softly.Â
Y/N felt a grin forming to her lips as her cheeks got hot very quickly. âMom,â she scolded slightly.
âWhat?! We adore Luke, heâs perfect. Look at him,â she said pointing towards the living room.Â
Y/N frowned slightly as she shifted her gaze behind her to see Luke sitting on the couch. Her triplet cousins were surrounding him. He grinned as he was nodding along to the toddler babbles. Luke was bouncing one of the toddlers on his knees as the other one was showing him her shoes. He was smiling widely and replying the best way he could.
Her lips curled upward as she watched him with her youngset cousins. Her heart felt as though it literally swelled as she watched him surrounded by little kids. Her lips fell into a small pout with so much admiration. He wasnât annoyed, just pure joy surrounded by the children.
Luke shifted his gaze towards her, he smiled widely as he pointed towards the children surrounding him. Mouthing something along the lines of they like me.Â
Suddenly the thought of him as a father flashed into her mind. Seeing him cuddle their own child. Swaying back and forth, a wide grin on his lips. An image of chasing after their own rambunctious toddler. Her lips quivered slightly as she continued to admire him.
Her mother spun around to look towards her daughter, âTalk about madly in love, Maggie,��� she mumbled towards Maggie as Y/N was still staring towards Luke. âMy daughter has never looked like that,â she expressed.
âI donât think any of us have ever looked like that,â Maggie said as she finished her wine glass.Â
Y/N pulled herself together as she looked towards Maggie before she looked back towards her mom. âWhat?â she let out barely above a whisper.Â
Maggie walked towards Y/N and the bottle of wine beside the giant bowl of potatoes. âYou are so in love, my dear. Youâre glowing,â she mumbled before she poured more wine into her glass. âYouâre oozing happy,â
Y/N giggled as she returned to masahing the potatoes. âIâm not oozing happy,â she mumbled.Â
After another twenty minutes, she was finally freed from the kitchen towards the living room. Luke was no longer sitting in the living room. Her eyes widened as she panickingly looking around the house trying to find him.Â
She took a deep breath as she peaked through the window outside towards the front yard. Walking towards the window she saw EJ and Luke having a snow ball fight outside with all of the young cousins outside.Â
Lola and Bethany were filming their kids enjoying the snow with the older boys. Y/N walked towards the door and stepped outside, rubbing her hands against her arms.
Luke lifted his gaze, held his hands up in a timeout motion as he jogged towards her. âHey beautiful, wanna join?â he asked with a wide grin on his lips, he was slightly out of breath. His nose was bright red and his cheeks and his ears looked as though they were going to fall off.Â
âNo, no itâs okay. Iâm glad you guys are having fun,â she mumbled as she rested her hand onto his arm for a moment. âDo you need a scarf, your nose is really red,â she mumbled while running her hand up and down his arm. He shook his head while laughing.Â
âUh noââ he pointed towards Benny who was scooping up another snowball. âYour cousins love hitting my face but I think EJ and I are winning,â Luke said as he placed his hands onto his hips.Â
âLukey! Iâm getting destroyed over here!â EJ shouted as he jogged away from the six snowballs flying at him.Â
Luke smirked as he reached towards her. âLuke, no,â she let out while chuckling nervously. He smirked again as he took a hold of her waist, lifting her up from the ground. âI am in a dress! Luke!â she said while laughing, she gripped the ends of her dress.
The kids started giggling as they launched snowballs towards Luke and Y/N. âLuke Hughes!â she began to kick her feet forward. âLukey, stop!â she let out while laughing as she felt another snowball hit her chest.Â
Slowly, he delicately placed her down on the ground. He dragged his hands across her sides quickly as she spun around and looked up towards him. Scowling slightly, she stared towards him. He pursed his lips forward as he fought the smile on his lips.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre cute,â she muttered before she walked quickly back towards the front door. He barked out a laugh before he dodged another snowball.Â
He followed after her, âAre you okay?â he asked softly. She spun around meeting his eye, rolling her eyes playfully.Â
âIâm wet and cold. You owe me,â she mumbled teasingly as she lowered her gaze towards his lips.Â
Quickly, she walked back inside, crossing her arms over her chest. His mouth fell open as he bit his bottom lip fighting off a grin. He glanced towards her aunts in teh window before his eyes widened slightly. His smile faltered before he went back to the snowball fight.
~~~
The following morning, they were still exhausted. âI donât think I physically can handle another day of this,â she mumbled as she continued to trace her fingertips along his body. Her manicured fingertips created goosebumps all along his skin. His hand glided along her back, his hand dipped beneath her shirt, feeling her skin.
âJust have to make it to tonight,â he let out as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. She glided her hand up his chest as she slowly lifted her head up from his chest. She looked down towards him. Her hand rested onto his cheek as she glided her thumb across his cheek. A small smile formed to her lips. âWhat?â he asked softly, his lips curling upward.
âEveryone loves you,â she whispered. His eyes flickered over her features.
âYeah?â he let out as his hand glided up into her hair. She hummed as she leaned down kissing him delicately. âReally?â he mumbled against her lips.
âI think my Aunt Maggieâs exact words were âHeâs a cutie pie, holds on to you for dear life,â she repeated, quietly mocking her auntâs voice. His mouth fell open as he fought off a laugh.
âI do not hold onto you for dear life,â he let out as he glided his hand lower on her frame. She smirked before she leaned down and kissed him delicately. Luke reached down and took a hold of her thigh, pulling her onto his lap. She giggled against his lips as she adjusted the blanket on her frame.Â
âThey also said Iâm madly in love with you,â she explained between kisses. He grinned as he glided his hands along her sides.
âNow thatâs true,â he mumbled before taking a hold of her neck and pulling her towards him to kiss her desperately.
âDonât lie, my love. You do hold onto me for dear life,â she mumbled against his lips. He chuckled as he quickly rolled her onto her back. Luke climbed on top of her as he kissed her urgently. He kept a hold of one of her thighs as he held himself up with his hand beside her head. She giggled loudly as he started peppering kisses along her jawline.
âMaybe I do,â he mumbled as he trailed his lips down her neck.Â
âCareful, Lukey,â she let out while giggling, her hands running through his hair as he continued to lower his lips down her frame. He pushed the tank top strap off of her shoulder as he continued suck and swirl his tongue along her skin.
âDidnât you say that I owed you,â he mumbled as he slowly trailed his lips up her neck again. His hand glided up her thigh, toying with the fabric of her shorts. Her breathing quickened as she tilted her head back.
âLukey,â she let out breathlessly. He hummed against her neck before he lifted his head up to meet her eye. She took a hold of his cheeks as she ran her thumbs across his skin.Â
He leaned down and kissed her urgently, âThis is all I want,â she mumbled against his lips, he hummed as he began to trail his lips down her neck. âBut we cannot do this when my little brother is sleepingââ she explained and he instantly rolled onto his back. He chuckled awkwardly as he stared towards the ceiling. âHeâs like right over there,â she let out barely above a whisper as she rested her hand onto his chest.Â
âBaby,â he mumbled while laughing as he met her gaze. âI didnât need to think about that,â he explained while fighting a grin.Â
There was a loud knock against her door. âCan I come in here?â EJ shouted from outside the door. Y/N adjusted the tank top on her frame as she ran her fingers through her hair. Looking down she met Lukeâs gaze and nodded slightly.
She stood up and ran towards the door and pulled it open. Dramatically, Y/N waved her hand to allow him to step inside. âCan I ask for some advice?â he asked as he began to pace back and forth. Luke sat up slightly, adjusting the blanket on his frame. Y/N nodded as she climbed onto the bed, and draped the blanket over her own lap. Luke rested his hand onto her thigh as he began to glide up and down the inside of her thigh.Â
âYou guys are like the perfect couple, right? I mean you guys are disgustingly perfect,â EJ began, âThereâs this girl whoâs perfect. Sheâs gorgeous and funny and smart. Sheâs literally the most perfect woman I have ever met and sheâshe likes me. Like she has feelings for me and Iâve never had someone even think about me like that and she likes me. I donât want to screw this up and I need help on how to not screw this up. Because you two like breathe and know what each otherâs thinking and thatâs not normal so I need help.â he ranted.Â
Luke pressed his lips together, fighting off a grin as he shifted his gaze towards Y/N. Luke patted his hand against the mattress. âListen and learn, EJ,â he expressed somewhat teasingly.
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Hii can you do one of Nicholas Chavez where your dating his brother.. you have been dating for 3 years but then one day you catch your boyfriends brother(Nicholas) in his room moaning y/ns name !đ¤
warningsâ infidelity, male masturbation, betrayal, slight voyeurism, daddy kink, fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.
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It was a typical evening at your boyfriend's house. You were lounging in the living room, scrolling through your phone, while he was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. His brother, Nicholas, was nowhere to be seenâat least, not until you heard the faint sound of music coming from his room.
You had always found comfort in the quiet moments at their house, the familiarity of their home filling you with a sense of belonging. But tonight, there was something different about the atmosphere. As you listened to the muffled hum of the music, a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasnât right.
You told yourself to relax, to enjoy the time you had with your boyfriend, but then it happened.
You heard it.
The faint sound of your nameâmixed in with moans.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze. There was no mistaking it. The voice was unmistakably Nicholasâ.
Your mind raced. Why was he saying your name like that? Was he talking to someone else? You stood up slowly, your feet carrying you to the door of his room without fully understanding why.
You pushed the door open just a crack.
And there he was.
Nicholas, sitting on the edge of his bed, his hand gliding along his hard, thick cock looking lost in the moment.
âFuck, Y/N,â he moaned again, his voice deep and thick with desire.
You felt a wave of shock wash over you, your breath catching in your throat. A part of you wanted to turn around and run out of there, but another part of you, a much darker part, couldn't pull yourself away.
You stood there frozen, the door still ajar, barely able to breathe. Nicholas hadnât noticed you yet, too far gone, his eyes squeezed shut, his muscles on his sculpted body tense. Your name fell from his lips once more, and the sound of it made your pulse race.
âY/N,â he moaned again, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
You felt your stomach flip, guilt and confusion mixing with something darker, something you hadnât wanted to acknowledge before. This was wrong, yet you couldnât tear your eyes away from him. You had to remind yourself that this was your boyfriend's brother.
A sudden noise from downstairs broke the trance. You snapped out of your thoughts, heart hammering in your chest. You quickly stepped back from the door, pulling it almost completely shut, but not fully. You couldnât look away, though you knew you should.
It wasnât until the soft shuffle of footsteps filled the hallway that Nicholas finally opened his eyes, realizing you were there.
For a moment, there was silence. His eyes locked onto yours, wide with shock and confusion. His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly as if he, too, was trying to process what had just happened.
âY/Nââ Nicholasâ voice was barely a whisper, filled with the weight of unspoken words. He didnât move, his posture stiff.
You swallowed hard, the words barely forming in your mouth. âWhatâwhat the hell was that?â
His eyes darted away for a second, his face flushing a deep shade of red. He shifted on the bed after pulling up his sweats, clearly flustered. âI didnât mean for you to hear that.â
You took a step back, your heart racing, your mind swirling. âYou didnât mean for me to hear that?â
He stood up quickly. âLook, Iâm sorry,â he said, his voice quiet but urgent. âI didnât mean for it to happen like this.â
Your breath caught in your throat, the pieces finally falling together. The tension, the moments when heâd get a little too close, the way his gaze lingered on you a little too long. You'd noticed it before, but you had never dared to think about it. You couldnât have, not with your boyfriend, his brotherâyou never thought it would come to this.
âNicholas,â you whispered, the confusion and anger giving way to something else, something dangerous. âIâthis isnât right. Youâre my boyfriendâs brother. Weâve known each other for years.â
âI know. God, I know.â Nicholas stepped closer, his voice urgent now. âBut I canât help how I feel. Iâve tried. Every day, Iâve tried to push it away. But you, youâve always been there. And Iâve thought about you in ways I shouldnât. You saw it.â
You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, and the air around you seemed to crackle with the tension between you both. âThis is a mistake. This has to be a mistake.â
âI donât want it to be,â he said, his voice a low rasp, stepping closer still. âI canât just forget what I feel.â
You backed away, your breath quickening. âI donât know what to say to you, Nicholas. This is insane. Iâm with your brother. I love him.â Your voice wavered slightly, but you couldnât let it falter. You couldnât give in.
âI donât want to hurt you,â he whispered, his eyes desperate now. âBut I canât pretend like this isnât real. I canât keep living with how much I fucking want you.â
The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. Every word, every breath between you felt like it could be the start of something you couldnât take back. You could feel the pull between you, the temptation, the danger, and it was almost too much.
What the hell do you do now?
âI could treat you better, I could fuck you betterâI havenât heard your sweet moans at night in months Y/N.â
You didnât know how to respond. The urge to run, to get out of that room, was almost overpowering. But something pulled you back toward him.
Nicholasâ words still hung in the air, sharp and heavy. You could barely breathe, your mind reeling. His voice echoed in your mind as if each word was a spark, igniting something deep inside you that you had worked so hard to suppress. You felt sick, guilty, confused. But there was something undeniable in his words, something that had taken root in your thoughts.
You shook your head, as if trying to rid yourself of the feeling. âStop,â you whispered, taking a step back. âI canât listen to this. This is wrong.â
Nicholas stood there, his eyes intense, unyielding. âYou know Iâm right. You know itâs not like it used to be with him. Youâve felt it, havenât you?â
You swallowed hard, the weight of his words suffocating you. The truth was, you had felt something slipping between you and your boyfriend latelyâdistance, disconnection, but hearing Nicholas articulate it, him of all people, felt like a slap to the face.
âIâm with your brother,â you said, your voice shaking, but firm. âI canât do this. Iâm not doing this with you.â
His expression softened, but only for a moment. His gaze flickered to the door. âYou should think about it. Really think about it. Because you deserve more.â
You couldnât take it anymore. With one last glance at him, you turned and hurried out of the room, your heart racing, as you tried to force your thoughts to focus on anything else. Anything but what had just happened.
You found your boyfriend downstairs in the kitchen, humming as he prepared dinner, blissfully unaware of the storm you were carrying inside. The warmth of his smile, the moment, only made you feel worse.
You tried to push everything out of your mind as he approached you, his arm wrapping around your waist. His lips found the side of your neck, kissing it softly, and you felt your heart drop.
âEverything okay?â he asked, his voice low, concerned. âYouâve been up there for a while.â
You nodded quickly, forcing a smile. âYeah, just uh just needed a minute. Everythingâs fine.â
You felt his lips press against your neck again, and for a moment, you thought you might melt into the warmth of his embrace. You couldnât think of how to explain what had just happened, and frankly, you werenât sure you were ready to confront it.
He pulled back, his eyes meeting yours with a smile that made your stomach twist. âGood. You know I hate seeing you upset,â he said, brushing a strand of your curly hair behind your ear. âCome on, letâs sit down and eat.â
Later that night, after dinner, your boyfriend had suggested a casual movie night. âHey, why donât you watch something with us, Nick?â he called up to his brother, who had been silent since dinner. âItâll be good to have all of us together for once.â
You felt a pit form in your stomach at the thought of spending more time with Nicholas, especially after everything that had happened earlier. But you didnât have much choice. You couldnât act suspicious. So, you sat down on the couch, trying to keep your distance.
Nicholas appeared in the doorway, hesitating for a moment before sitting down right next to you. He didnât say a word, just settled in with his gaze lingering on you a little too long. You tried to focus on the TV, your eyes straight ahead, but you could feel his presence next to youâhis every movement, every shift in his seat felt like an electric current, almost too much to bear.
He was so close now, just beside you. You could feel his warmth, his proximity making it difficult to concentrate. Every few seconds, your peripheral vision caught him glancing at you, his gaze sharp, searching.
You tried to ignore him. You tried to pretend he wasnât there. But it was hard when he was right beside you, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Every now and then, you felt his leg brush against yours, sending a jolt of heat through you. It made you feel like you were betraying yourself with every second that passed.
Your boyfriend, oblivious to everything, wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. You leaned into him, trying to ground yourself in the comfort of his touch, but Nicholasâ presence was like a constant hum in your ear. Every time you shifted, you could feel his eyes on you, his gaze burning into your skin.
At one point, you glanced toward him, just a fleeting moment and found his eyes already locked on you. He didnât look away, not for a second. The intensity in his stare made your heart skip a beat, but you quickly averted your gaze, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.
Your boyfriend kissed your temple, pulling you closer into him, unaware of the silent tension building between you and Nicholas. âYou okay?â he whispered softly into your ear, his voice a soothing contrast to the storm that was raging inside you.
âYeah, just tired,â you muttered, your voice shaky, betraying the calm you were trying to hold on to.
Nicholas shifted beside you, just enough for you to feel it, and you couldnât help but feel the weight of his attention on you. Every time you reached for the popcorn or adjusted yourself, his gaze followed, and you could feel it. It was torture. Every second felt like it stretched on for hours.
The movie played on, the dim light flickering across the room. Your boyfriend, wrapped in a cozy blanket beside you, had fallen into a deep sleep, his light snoring filling the otherwise quiet room. You shifted slightly, trying to ignore the discomfort creeping up your spine. Then, without warning, you felt a hand on your thigh. Your breath hitched, and you froze.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake your boyfriend.
Nicholas didnât pull away. His fingers gently caressed your skin, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
âJust hear me out,â he said, his voice low, âJust listen to what I have to say.â
You could feel the weight of his words, but you resisted. âI donât want to hear it,â you replied, your throat tightening as you pulled your legs closer to you.
But he didnât give up. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing your ear as he spoke. âI know youâre not satisfied,â he murmured, the words cutting through the tension in the room. âThe fact that youâve even considered this tells me everything I need to know. My brother isnât satisfying you.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to respond, even though your voice cracked. âIâm very happy with him,â you said, the words feeling hollow even to your own ears.
Nicholas chuckled softly, the sound low and almost mocking. âYou donât even believe that yourself.â
You tried to push his words away, but his gaze was unrelenting. He was too close, his presence too overwhelming. âYouâre sexually frustrated, arenât you?â he continued, his voice so smooth it almost felt like a caress. âI could never do that to you. You deserve so much more. Youâre beautiful, Iâd treat you like a queen.â
You wanted to ignore him, wanted to focus on your boyfriend beside you, but he wasnât done. âHeâs been texting other girls, you know. And I would never do that to you. Not in a million years.â
Your stomach dropped at the thought. âH-he has?â The words left your lips before you could stop them, the vulnerability in your voice unmistakable.
Nicholas leaned in closer, his hand moving gently to tuck a stray curl behind your ear. His voice was soft, almost comforting, but you could hear the hint of something darker underneath. âYes,â he said. âBut Iâm here now.â
You felt a wave of hurt wash over you. The truth of his words, the insinuation of betrayal, it all hit you harder than you expected. You wanted to cry, but Nicholas was there, his presence suffocating yet oddly comforting. âDonât cry sweetheart,â he whispered, his tone soft yet possessive. âDaddyâs here.â
Your mind was spinning. You could feel the weight of the moment, the pressure of his words tugging at your resolve. Your heart was torn between the man beside you and the brother who had just shattered your world with a few whispered sentences.
âI wonât hurt you,â he murmured, his gaze intense. âI just want you to see that thereâs more out there than what you have right now. You deserve someone who makes you feel alive again.â
You swallowed, your heart racing. It wasnât like you didnât feel the pullâNicholas was captivating, his words hitting too close to home. But you couldnât betray your boyfriend like this. Not now, not ever.
Then, in a sudden, heated moment, Nicholas leaned in closer. The smell of his cologne lingered in the air as he moved, his lips hovering just inches from yours.
âI just want to show you how good it can be,â he whispered. âYou donât have to pretend anymore.â
Before you could answer, his lips brushed yours lightly, a soft, tentative kiss. Your breath hitched, your heart pounding against your chest.
The kiss wasnât forceful. It was slow, almost gentle, as if he was testing the waters, gauging your response. You didnât know how to react. Part of you wanted to pull away, but another part of you, one that you didnât want to acknowledge, wanted to give in.
Nicholas pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, looking for a sign of something. You were still frozen, unsure of what to do next. Then, just as the quiet settled in, you heard your boyfriend shift beside you, a soft groan escaping his lips as he stirred from his deep sleep.
His hand moved on your thigh after the distraction, his touch light but deliberate. His fingers trailed higher and higher until they settled on your crotch with your shorts being the only thing separating him from your pussy. Every brush of his fingers rubbing your pussy through the fabric made your heart race, your mind spinning with the growing conflict inside you. You could hear your boyfriend, deep in sleep beside you, unaware that his brother was about to finger you.
âYouâre frustrated, if you werenât, you wouldnât be letting me do this.â
You wanted to push him away, to shut him down, but his words lingered, threading through your thoughts. The way he said it, so sure of himself, made you question things you hadnât before. Your lips parted to respond, to say that everything was fine, but when you spoke, your voice cracked.
âLet me make you feel good.â His fingers gently stroked the inside of your thigh, the movement so slow, so calculated, that it sent a shiver through you. A gasp left your lips before you pressed your lips together to be quiet as he ripped your shorts open. His fingers went to your clit, rubbing it and spreading the wetness you were shocked graced your pussy.
You tried to turn your attention to your boyfriend, who was still lost in sleep, but the pull of Nicholasâ presence was too strong. His words, his touch, were disorienting. He chuckled softly as you moaned, the sound warm and knowing. âYou deserve more. Youâre beautiful, and you should feel like it every single day. I could make you feel wanted, really wanted.â His thumb traced small, soothing circles on your clit, and you fought to keep your focus. âI could treat you better than he ever has.â
Your pussy fluttered at his words. There was something about the way he spoke, so certain, so confident. Two of his fingers slid pressed lightly into you, curling to meet your sweet spot. You didnât pull away, despite everything in you screaming to stop. His fingers were moving steadily, the pressure of his touch made your pulse quicken.
âYou deserve more than this,â he repeated, his voice almost a whisper now. âI would never let you feel neglected. Iâll always make you feel like a queen.â
You could feel his breath against your ear as he leaned in closer. You had to bite your lip to hold back the moans as he finger fucked you right beside your boyfriend, his brother.
Everything in you screamed that this was wrong, that you couldnât betray your boyfriend like this. But Nicholas was there, his touch gentle and making you feel utter pleasure, and it was hard to fight it. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you, but at the same time, something else, your orgasm, was stirring inside you.
His thumb moved to your clit as his fingers continued pumping inside you and your breath caught in your throat. âDonât fight it,â he murmured. âI can make you feel better than he ever could. You donât have to be stuck.â
You wanted to tell him to stop, to push him away, but all you could do was sit there, caught between the two of themâyour boyfriend, asleep beside you, and Nicholas who was working his fingers inside you even faster now. You hoped your boyfriend wouldnât hear the loud squelching your pussy was making.
As your orgasm built, you tried to move away, but Nicholasâ fingers remained thrusting inside you. âIâm here now,â he said softly. âLet me be the one to make you cum.â
The words wrapped around you, and for a moment, you were torn between guilt and something else, something you didnât know how to define. All you could do was sit there, fighting the emotions inside you as his fingers repeatedly thrusted against your g spot, a reminder of the choices you didnât want to face.
âPlease,â you whispered, clutching onto his shoulder as you felt yourself nearing the edge.
âPlease what? Is it what I think it is? Do you wanna cum for daddy?â Nicholas whispered back.
You didnât want to admit you were about to betray your boyfriend in the worst way possible, even if you were too far gone and tethering on the edge.
âIf you want me to make you cum, youâre gonna have to beg me, say please daddy, please let me cum,â Nicholas whispered, darkly.
Maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend had been neglecting your needs. At leastâthatâs what you told yourself to feel better about what you were about to do.
âP-please daddy, please let me cum, I need it so bad,â you gasped into his ear, softly.
Nicholas smirked cockily, his movements more precise and he hummed in content feeling your wet pussy clench and gush around his fingers. He finger fucked you through your high, the sound of squelching filling the living room from how wet you were.
âThatâs it, youâre such a good girl, you did so well,â he cooed before bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean your juices.
Nicholas held you close, his hands supporting you effortlessly as he lifted you. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him, the proximity overwhelming in the best and worst way. You could feel his heartbeat through his muscular chest, steady and firm, yet your own pulse was erratic, betraying the conflict in your mind.
His eyes never left yours, searching for something in you that mirrored what he was feeling. He was so close, his breath warm against your ear. âTell me if you donât want this,â he murmured, his voice low and steady, the question lingering in the air. âIâll stop right now, but I need you to tell me.â
You felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of desire and guilt. You couldnât speak for a moment, your heart pounding, a knot forming in your throat. Everything inside you wanted to pull away, but everything else, the weight of his words, the pull between you two, made it impossible.
Nicholas shifted slightly, his hand resting lightly on your back, coaxing you to face him. He was patient, letting you breathe, giving you the space to process. But you could barely think.
âLook at me,â he said softly, his voice still steady but with an undercurrent of something else. âI need to hear you say it. Say you want this.â
You hesitated, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, a mix of nerves and longing twisting in your chest. He was right there, his gaze intense but gentle, and it was hard to fight the warmth in your stomach and the fluttering of your pussy.
You buried your face in his neck, too shy to meet his gaze. The words you needed to say felt so foreign, so risky, but you knew he wanted to hear them.
He chuckled softly, the sound almost a caress. âBaby, look at me,â he repeated, this time firmer, the hint of command in his tone. âDonât hide from me, not now. Tell me what you want.â
Your breath hitched, and you slowly pulled away, your eyes meeting his. Your heart raced in your chest as you finally let the words slip out, barely above a whisper.
âI want this, I want you,â you murmured, your voice faltering slightly.
Nicholasâ lips curled into a soft smile, his hand lifting to gently brush your cheek. âGood girl,â he said, the approval in his voice warm, like heâd just won something precious. âYou wonât regret this.â
He held you even tighter, his grip supportive as he began to carry you, your heart racing with every step. You felt the overwhelming mix of emotions, of everything swirling in your headâguilt, desire, hesitation, but also something you hadnât expected, trust.
His voice was soft as he walked, his pace steady as he made his way upstairs. âIâll make you feel like the queen you are,â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. âNo more doubts. You deserve to be treated the way youâve always wanted.â
You nodded slowly, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. You wanted to protest, wanted to pull away, but your body didnât listen. It was as though you were pulled into this moment, caught in the push and pull of your emotions.
He set you down gently on his bed. his hands lingering on your waist, looking at you with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. âYou donât have to be scared,â he said quietly. âIâm here now. And Iâll never let you down like he has.â
You didnât know what to say, your mind too fogged with everything to process. But there, in that moment, you made a decision, you would trust him, even if you werenât sure of what it all meant. All you could do was nod.
The atmosphere in the room was thick, heavy with what lingered between you and your boyfriendâs brother. Every brush of his hand removing your clothes, every tender kiss, seemed to deepen the connection. His fingers gently grazed the curve of your waist, pulling you even closer, his chest pressing against yours as the kiss deepened.
You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, in your chest, thumping against the walls of your ribcage like it wanted to escape. You couldnât pull away. You didnât want to. He removed his clothes revealing his chiseled body that made your pussy throb.
Nicholasâ lips barely left yours as he moved, his body shifting to position you under him and his cock against your wet pussy. He was careful, mindful, his hands tender but firm, never rushing. His lips broke from yours only for a moment, breathing heavily against your skin. âWe need to be quiet,â he whispered, his voice rough, strained with desire. âI donât want him to hear us.â
You nodded, your body already reacting to him, but you swallowed the urge to let out a noise, to say something, anything. The weight of the moment was almost too much.
His hand slid gently up your back pulling you against him as his raw cock pushed inside you, and you bit your lip to hold in a soft gasp. Nicholas, ever so perceptive, caught the small tremor in your body and looked down at you with an almost amused expression. âYouâre so beautiful when youâre trying to keep quiet,â he murmured, his voice soft, full of admiration.
You felt warmth rise in your cheeks at the compliment, and you knew you couldnât hold back much longer. He wasnât letting you. He was pulling you into him, his cock working slowly, carefully, but every thrust seemed to melt away the last bit of resistance you had.
âI want you to feel good, sweetheart,â Nicholas whispered again, his voice barely audible. âI want to see you lose control, baby. Let me take care of you.â
His words were like a spark, igniting a fire deep within you. You werenât sure how much longer you could keep quiet, your breaths already coming faster as his cock pounded into you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he leaned down to kiss your neck.
The kiss was slow, deliberate, each movement calculated. But even in the midst of his tenderness, you felt your orgasm building. You tried to hold it in, tried to keep the moans from slipping out, but the way Nicholas fucked you, the way his cock and lips made you feel, made it almost impossible.
âShh,â he murmured, his voice low and soothing. âI know it feels good, baby, but we have to be quiet, okay?â
You nodded, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as you tried to focus, tried to control the way your body reacted. The struggle to remain silent only added to the intensity of the moment. His lips trailed down to your tits, his tongue darting out to lick your brown nipples. âYouâre doing so well,â he whispered against your skin. âYouâre so strong, baby. So beautiful. I can feel how much you need this.â
His words were like honey, sweet and comforting, but they made your heart race even faster. You knew you couldnât hold back much longer. The intimacy, the quiet tension, was too much.
You closed your eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of his cock and the sound of your own shallow breaths. âI donât know if I can hold back,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he kissed you again, this time on your lips. âItâs okay. Cum for daddy. Iâm right here. Iâve got you.â
Each touch felt more intimate than the last, each moment more precious as he pounded into you steadily, his eyes locked on yours. In that moment, you surrenderedânot just allowing your orgasm to take you over and soak his cock but to the emotions that were rising to the surface.
Nicholasâ orgasm followed soon after, his hot load filling you to the brim and making you bite down on his shoulder as he whispered dirty things in your ear.
As the room settled into a quiet, almost still air, Nicholas' cock remained inside you. His gaze never wavered from yours, intense and searching, as if trying to read every thought in your eyes.
âYou deserve so much more than you realize,â he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. His words seemed to linger in the air, pressing against your thoughts, making you feel exposed, vulnerable.
You swallowed, trying to compose yourself, but the intensity of the moment, the depth of his words, made it hard to focus. âNicholas,â you murmured, your voice trembling just slightly as you tried to find the right words.
He pulled out and gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. âShh,â he soothed. âI need you to hear me. Iâm here for you, Iâm not like him. Iâll treat you the way you deserve. You donât need to settle for anything less.â
His words caught you off guard. Not like himâhis brother. The one youâd been with for so long, who you thought you knew. It was all so confusing, yet you couldnât help but feel something stirâsomething both thrilling and terrifying.
âIâm not like him,â Nicholas repeated softly, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âIâll show you what it means to be treated right. You deserve everything, and Iâm going to make sure you see that.â
Your chest tightened. You couldnât deny the mix of emotions that bubbled up inside of youâthe desire to believe him, the frustration with your own confusion, the need to protect your heart. You tried to look away, but his presence was too overwhelming, his gaze too penetrating.
âIâI donât know what to say,â you admitted, your voice soft, your hands nervously twisting.
âSay youâll give me a chance,â he urged, his voice steady but coaxing, his hand sliding down to rest gently on your thigh. âIâm not going to pressure you,â he said softly, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin. âBut just know that when youâre ready, Iâll be here. Youâre mine, and Iâll make sure you know that, every single day.â
You shifted slightly, your mind spinning with a mix of emotions.âI- I donât know if Iâm ready for this,â you whispered, almost to yourself, but Nicholas leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.
âYou donât have to be, baby,â he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. âBut just know that Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Nicholas held your gaze for a few more moments, before gently lifting you up, his hand resting protectively around your waist.
âIâm not going anywhere,â he repeated, a promise you werenât sure you were ready to hear, but you couldnât help but feel a part of you believe it.
As he helped you stand, he turned to you. âNow go lay beside him with my cum dripping out of that tight fucking pussy.â
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A MERRY JOY â alessia russo x australian!reader
twelve days of christmas | day 11
based on this request
"i wish you were going to be here for christmas" alessia pouted with a sad look on her face as you hummed mirroring her pout over facetime.
"me too baby, but i'll be back just after new years" you promised as alessia nodded, she understood that you wanted to spent christmas with your family in your home country of australia but that still didn't make her wish any less that you could be by her side for the magical day.
"i know, i just miss you" alessia sighed as you had to hide the grin from appearing on your face. "and i miss you so dearly too"
"love, iâm gonna have to go. mum's wanting some help, i'll call you when i'm going to sleep â have a good day" you quickly rambled out as she nodded, "i love you" sending you a kiss through the phone as you caught it holding it close to you, sending her one in return.
"i love you too lessi"
pressing the red button after sending each other a few more kisses through the phone, you glanced around the airport as what alessia didn't know is that her christmas wish would actually come true and you would in fact be with her for christmas.
pulling a few strings and with the help of your girlfriend's older brothers you had managed to get yourself on a flight that would get you to your girlfriends childhood home for christmas morning.
so as you spoke to your girlfriend you weren't at home and your mum definitely wasn't wanting any help as she was in actual australia while you were sat in a lounge in dubai.
but luckily you had managed to find excuses and tried your best to call alessia when you had time but also when it wasn't a suspicious time in australia so alessia as far as you knew didn't suspect a thing.
boarding your last flight which would be sending you straight to london, you sent a quick message to luca, alessia's brother, to let him know you were boarding.
him quickly replying saying he would see you on the other side but also telling you were your lift would be waiting for you once you were through.
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after a gruelling six hour flight you had finally landed in london and it was taking everything in you not to message or call alessia and tell her you were here but you were so close to pulling off your surprise you couldn't ruin it now.
especially not after a full day of travelling from one end of the world to the other which you were definitely starting to feel the effects of as you waiting in the line for your passport to be stamped.
your eyes feeling heavy as the man behind a screen checked your passport, "have a lovely day ma'am and merry christmas" the man spoke with such joy even with such an intimidating look as you smiled wishing him the same.
you waited for your luggage as you caught luca up and told him you should be arriving in the next hour or two depending on traffic â him just telling you about your blonde girlfriend who wasn't even awake and to be honest you don't blame her.
you wouldn't want to be awake at half seven on christmas day either.
watching out the window of the cold air that hit london as you got into the car where a driver had been waiting to take you to your girlfriend like the ending of a fairytale.
the roads winding and before you know it your on the last little stretch which takes you to her childhood home, remembering the roads from the very first time she took you home to meet her parents.
sending a quick message to luca telling him you were only a few minutes, you started to get a weird feeling in your tummy. your head wondering how she would react and how much you could wait to be back with her.
it may only have been a few weeks but those weeks had felt like years especially when your used to living together and seeing and being with each other 24/7.
getting out the cab, thanking the driver and now it was time for you plan.
place your luggage at the side of her childhood home where it couldnât be seen from the front door.
then place the flowers which had photos of the two of you that youâd printed and placed in the bunch while in the cab. putting a card addressed to her next to it on the door mat.
hide around the side of the house, which was close enough from the front door youâd still be able to hear everything said.
ring the door bell, wait for the code word from luca. âmaybeâ
"less it's for you!" luca called back as you gave him a small thumbs up, placing the flowers you had bought from the only shop you could find open on christmas day on the doorstep.
hearing the complaints from your girlfriend as she walked to the door, luca disappearing but not too far as you had asked him to video it.
"luca there's nothing there?" alessia complained as she looked around clearly not looking down at the floor where the flowers were, "oh...awh"
"who they off?" luca asked as if it wasn't obvious with the big red roses that were in them.
"who do you think?" alessia deadpanned, holding up the note which was attached to them. "how on earth has she managed to get someone to deliver them on christmas day?" alessia asked more thinking out loud as her brother just shrugged knowing exactly how you had got them there.
"maybe you should ask her" luca shrugged his head pointing to the door where you were now stood as alessia had her back to the outside as she stood in the doorway of her front door.
"well she'll be-" alessia trailed off as she caught a glimpse of movement as she was about to move and shut the front door but instead a gasp came from her.
"oh my god-" alessia screamed seeing you as she dropped the flowers, as you stood with your arms open waiting for her to jump into them and that she basically did.
"hi lessi baby" you mumbled in her ear as she gripped you tight, you doing the same back having missed her dearly even if you had been away for only two weeks â in your two books that was a long time.
"i- how?" alessia as much as she didn't want to incase you disappeared pulled away from the hug, her hands still resting on your hips as you kept a smug smile on your face.
"well i must admit i had some help-" you paused as alessia's brow deepened before she clicked who you were looking at, "you knew!"
"well duh who do you think managed to get her here?"
alessia was still in shock as she looked at you, yous told with the biggest smile on your face which was no leaving any time soon.
âshould we go inside?â you asked as you tucked a strange of her hair behind her ear noticing the goosebumps which were appearing on her arms from the cold air.
alessia nodding as she let one of her hands fall from your waist as you moved towards getting your suitcase which youâd hidden round the side where you were waiting, âiâll get it!â alessia called out as she quickly walked in front of you to get it pushing it into her childhood home.
âluca? who was at the door?â you heard carol, alessiaâs mum, call out from the kitchen as it could be heard that the front door was finally shut.
âjust y/nâ luca called back so casually as he made his way into the living room, leaving you and alessia to have some time for it to actually settle in that you were here.
âwhat- sheâs in- oh y/n!â carol smiled as you walked over hugging her mum as her dad also joined in to see what the whole noise was about. you also getting a welcome hug from her dad.
âthank goodness your here, alessiaâs never stopped moping aboutâ her mum whispered in your ear as you hugged her, a small chuckle coming from you as you hummed. âso iâve heardâ
âmum, dad i love you both but can i have my girlfriend back.â alessia asked with a sweet smile as you shook your head at her clinginess. her mum and dad letting out a laugh as they passed you back assuring that you would catch them up on all things australia and what their other son, giorgio was up to while he was in your home town in australia.
âyou donât want any-â you began to offer as alessia was beginning to drag you up the stairs, you forcing your heels in but it not exactly working from the sheer strength your girlfriend had compared to you.
âoh donât be silly y/n, you go and spend some time with moody pantsâ carol chuckled as she waved off your offer before spinning on her heels to go back to help her husband prepare the christmas dinner.
âoi i heard that!â alessia pouted as you were now half way up the stairs, you reassuring the blonde with a sweet kiss as alessia kicked her door open with her foot.
your lips still on hers, a feeling you had been imaging on the plane after not seeing her for a few weeks. alessia strategically moving you around her room as the kiss grew more deeper and sloppier.
âiâve missed you so much, my loveâ alessia breathed out before planting her lips back into yours, this time slipping her tongue in as your hands reached to find the back of her head drawing her in even closer â if that was even humanly possible.
the rest of the day was spent with alessia by your side, sharing kisses which youâd been longing for while you were back home. but most importantly you were just happy being in her warmth and surrounded by her family â it made christmas away from home that little bit more merry and joyful.
even if you were snuggled up fast asleep against alessia in the living room after your christmas dinner by 3pm because of jet lag, alessia fingers drawing shapes on your arms as you slept.
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holiday shopping with bf!matt â âşââ . [ wc: 685 ]
๨ৠfacing the foggy window, you wipe away just enough to watch matt slowly approaching the car. when the door opens, youâre met with an icy breeze paired with mattâs face flushed pink from the cold.
âthank you, for making the brave sacrifice of warming the car up,â he says while rubbing his hands together, trying to gather any source of warmth.
âyeah, you owe me. itâs freezing out here, even with the heat on full blast,â you reply with short laughter.
matt promptly starts the car and reverses unsteadily, from the amount of snow blocking the driveway. after about 10 minutes of driving, you both are greeted with christmas lights that lined the exterior of the local shopping mall. while matt tries to find a parking spot in the midst of holiday chaos, you quietly watch through the frosty window as kids run into piles of snow surrounding the building. observing them are their parents who stand and grip onto their hot coffee cups, and everyone is fitted in colorful hats, mittens and coats.
matt parks the car, and turns over to you slightly, asking if youâre ready to go inside. with a slight nod, both of you step out into the cold. before setting off you readjust your scarf over your mouth, to hopefully shield some of the winter wind from your face.
âhere,â matt sighs while tossing his mittens over the hood of the car, âdonât owe you anymore,â he says with a slight smile.
๨ৠwalking through the front door, your attention goes straight to the bookstore. every time you come to the mall you promise to only âlookâ at the calico critters, you and matt know thatâs a reoccurring lie. youâre supposed to be shopping for your family and friends. but how could you not visit your favorite fixation at any given opportunity?
matt knows your fate and follows you up the escalator to the bookstore. browsing the aisles carefully, you spot the section youâre looking for. leaning over, you pick up a family of cats. taking a moment to admire the box, in awe you quickly turn to show matt,
âthis is the cutest thing ever, arenât they so cute??â
he can hear the excitement in your voice and decides to play along with your slight obsession, âyes theyâre so cute, they would look very cute under the christmas tree.â he watches are your eyes light up.
before youâre able to say anything else he adds on softly, âunder the christmas as a present for someone else maybe? that is why we are here yâknow..â
your smile slowly fading, you simply turn away from him and put the box back on the shelf. not willing to beg him and argue his reasoning why youâre at the mall on a busy holiday weekend.
he notices and turns your head back towards him, âit could be under our christmas tree if..â
âif?â you interrupt trying to hide the pout in your lip.
âyou know what i want to hear,â he says tilting his head up while showing that smile he knew would get you to do whatever he wanted.
you softly punch his shoulder and look up to his eyes, âput it under the tree first, and then iâll tell you anything you want to hear.â
he continues to stare down at you, hopeful to get some sort of reaction that would lead to your defeat to him. but instead heâs left with a grunt from your mouth and a prompted head shake that silently scolds him from thinking youâd be so easy to break.
breaking eye contact, you brush past him swiftly. matt quickly takes his phone out to snap a quick picture of the box before heâs met with your hand, grabbing him and dragging him into the next aisle.
he follows your lead with full commitment, with rolled eyes and a smile slowly appearing on his face. little did you know he would come back later to buy the family of tiny cats for you, and he took a picture to make sure he got exactly the ones you wanted.
Š 13hoax â dec. 2024
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âPile 1: The Hanged Man, 5 of Pentacles and Ace of Cups.
Hi pile 1! You are my creative people, and this is a sign that wishes related to creativity, personal growth and the beginning of new projects are on their way to being fulfilled.
There is a vibration of creative abundance and personal power, I feel like you will be stepping into your power, you will be manifesting into reality a creative project that you have been working on for a while.
The next few months will be full of opportunities to expand your mind and your creative nature. If you were waiting for that moment to launch a new idea or project, get ready to see how the universe opens doors for you. This is a period of fertility and manifestation: everything you sow with your effort will manifest successfully. Do not hold back because of doubts, because your power of creation is at its peak.
Wishes that have to do with artistic projects, entrepreneurship or simply personal development will be aligned. Remember that abundance flows to you when you nurture your passions and follow your instincts. It's time to take action and trust your vision.
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It is a time of rebirth and evolution, you probably are in a transformative journey right now and its gonna pay off pile 3!
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