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grippingbeskar · 3 years ago

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Heyy! I saw an ask you posted saying you take fic requests so I thought I’d throw my hat in the ring.

This is a Frank Castle request for a smutty one shot:

Basically Frank and the reader are both hiding out in Micro’s basement and they are already together and while Micro is in another room they start to do the nasty.

Then Micro accidentally walks in and is all, “Gross, guys, c’mon I’m right over here.”

Reader tells him to get out.

And Frank says something along the lines of, “I’m planning to fuck my girl into this mattress either way.”

Micro goes away and they continue.

Very dirty. Very smutty. Maybe a little choking kink if you are comfortable writing that.

Anyway😂😂😂I’m so sorry I let intrusive thoughts win

homewrecker

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k

a/n: omg it’s been so long since i wrote something for frank I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! thankyou so much for ur request i LOVED writing this!!!

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“Because I’m bored, Frank.” You whine, and he just rolls his eyes, sitting on the other end of the make shift bed. You let your head fall back against the concrete wall, taking stock of your surroundings for the thousandth time today.

You’ve been in here for hours. Literal hours. Usually you can at least walk around the dirty basement Micro set up as his hold, but today you haven’t even been able to do that. The list of people not after you was shorter than the list of people that are, and while Micro works outside, somewhere, trying to get you two off the map, it leaves you with very little options but to sit here and stare at the wall.

At least you had one nice sight in this little room. The mattress hardly fit the both of you, and the walls were cracking and cold, but Frank sat in front of you, shirtless and a little sweaty because he had been trying to work out for at least 20 minutes. Every time he tried, though, you would push his arm, making him fall flat out of a push-up, or kick at his legs while he tried to do chin ups over the frame of the door.

It’s not that you didn’t want him to work out. God, he looked so fucking good when he did, all sweaty and breathing hard. It reminded you of how he looks after you fuck, and the mere thought was just too distracting when your cooped up in this room. So, you resorted to becoming a literal nightmare and ruining every attempt of his, because if you were suffering, you were going to make sure he was too.

“You’re bored, and makin’ me fall on my ass is the way you wanna entertain yourself?” He brushes off the dust on his pants from where you shoved him out of a plank.

“Well, it’s not like I’ve got TV or anything.” You look up at him, trying to compose yourself as he stands. No, more like looks above you, coming around the foot of the mattress on the floor and slowly kneeling next to you.

“Come ‘ere.” He shuffles next to you, wrapping you into his bare chest. He smells like metal and dust, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut so you don’t look further down, where his sweatpants aren’t hiding anything. Like, at all. “You’re worried. Look, I’ve been through this a hundred times over, I know it’s a lot but Micro’s gonna sort his shit out. We’re gonna get out of here, me and you, and then you can watch all the fuckin’ TV you want.”

“Yeah? Even Love Island?” Frank groans into the top of your head and you laugh. “So much Love Island that I pick up an accent?”

“Fuck me. Whatever you wanna do, princess.” His arm tightens and you look up, still averting your gaze from his pants. Frank and you have been together for a while now, and in literally any other situation you would have wasted the hours with him inside you, going slow and steady until both of you couldn’t think about time. You had spent a lot of hidden nights like that, but you know Micro was right outside.

The walls were concrete, but the door was flimsy. It was meant to look like part of the wall, so you could easily blend into the background. You didn’t even know there was a door there until Micro shoved you both into it when you arrived, needing you both to hide yourselves from the FBI agents he was sure were watching him.

That was three hours ago. Maybe he had left? Surely enough time had passed, and you had been so patient. You hadn’t so much as kissed Frank since Micro locked you in here - you were trying to be good. Respect his place. And a part of you didn’t really want anyone hearing the way you were with Frank - it would totally ruin your bad ass reputation.

Frank was the deciding factor, though. He hooked a finger under your chin, bringing your face up to his so he could kiss you. It was soft and soothing. He knew how scared you were, even if you didn’t admit it, and if he could do something to take your mind off it, you knew he would.

He tried to move underneath you to get a better angle, but you turned your face and looked towards the door.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low, like he had just woken up.

“Micro is outside.” Frank just shrugs and kisses you again, and it takes all your self control to pull away again, although not too far so you could still keep your hands on him. “Frank.”

“Fuck ‘im. He’s probably not even there.” He pulls you back, and you let him flip you over on the mattress. His mouth moves across your throat, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your collarbone.

“Frank - we can’t just-“ He looks up at you, and the sight makes you want to strip him down right there and then.

“You don’t wanna - that’s okay, baby. We can do whatever -“

“Fuck, Frank! I do, I really fucking do.” The smile that grows on his face is impossible to resist, and he starts to pull your shirt up, laying kisses along your tummy and working his way up to your sternum, stripping your shirt off over your head. “But Micro-“

“I can feel how fuckin’ wet you are, baby. You don’t really care about that, do you?” His hand hardly touches you, just skims over your leggings which are very clearly tainted with the evidence of how right he is. You fight under him as his hand grips your upper thigh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He pulls your pants down with zero hesitation, hands running wildly over your now exposed body. He has no aim, just lets his hands wander all over your curves, gripping your hips and settling on their place, sliding you further down the mattress and closer to him.

“He can’t hear us, i-okay?” Frank isn’t listening, thoughts lost in how he now has his fingers hooked under your panties, dragging them slowly down your legs. He smiles at how easily you caved in, lifting your legs so he can throw your underwear off. You lean up on your forearms and spread your legs on instinct.

“Christ, princess. So pretty, always so pretty.” He slides in between your legs, his bare torso connecting with your dripping pussy, making you whine into his mouth when he kisses you. “Can’t hear us, okay?”

Frank mocks as you struggle to contain your noises. He slides a hand between your bodies and without another second for you to catch your breath, his finger spreads you open and dives into you.

“Oh, fuck Frankie.” You try to whisper, and he moans at the nickname, grinding his hips down into the mattress. His finger works you slowly, a wave of pleasure making your whole body shudder. You pick your legs up and start to slide his pants down, secretly grateful he wore sweats. Easier to take off.

“So greedy. This why you were being such a pain in my ass? Huh?” You just nod, and the heel of his palm begins to rub against your clit while he adds another finger.

The sensation is too much, but you almost cry out when his free hand comes up around your throat. He was kneeling now to keep himself upright, fucking you with his hand so fast you were almost sure someone would be able to hear it.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it princess?”

“Yes, Frankie! Oh fuck s’good - t’s so good fuc-“ You are cut off when his hand wraps around your throat, only allowing about half of your normal breathing to break through his hold. Your eyes start to roll back in your head from pleasure, and you can feel your legs begin to shake in the angle Frank was bending you at.

“There’s a good girl. Taking what I give her.” You tried to swallow, and his hand only just shifted to allow it, and you nodded desperately. “Doesn’t matter who was around, you’d still take it wouldn’t you? If I asked all nice?”

“Whatever you w-want I swear-“ He kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and before you squeeze your eyes shut you can see how hard his face is screwed up, clearly holding back until you were ready for him. He lets you suck in a breath, and you use the chance to choke out a final plea. “Gonna cum, Frankie.”

“Good, baby. Go on then, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you scream.” The words have you almost panic - you don’t think you can control the sounds coming from you now, he had you to wired. You tried to turn your face into the pillow to muffle yourself, but one finger had enough strength to hold your face to his.

“Fra- can’t please, s’too l-loud.” Trying to whisper, but Franks smirk told you he didn’t give a shit.

“You’re fine, baby. Let me hear it.” His eyes are so wide, and looking up at you through his lashes. It’s the last thing you need to fall off that edge, and no pillow over your face would stop the borderline pornographic noises that echoed against the concrete walls. “Sound so perfect.”

Frank was holding you down as the orgasm wracked through your body, leaving you spinning. You could only tell what way was up when Frank started kissing you again, and you practically shot off the mattress when the head of his cock slid over your clit, coating him in the evidence.

“You good, princess?” His large hand began to unwrap from around your throat, and he kissed the faint lines his hand made as you whimpered in approval.

“Always.” Your eyes fluttered open and he hung over your face, kissing your nose, and then both your cheeks. Your hand ran down his chest, taking your time until you finally reached his aching cock, shifting underneath him so he could slide in easier.

“You sure? What about-“ It was you kissing him now to shut him up, and you just shook your head.

“Fuck him. Probably not even there.” You mumbled into his mouth and he laughed, bringing both of your hands up over your head, and holding them in one of his own.

“That’s my girl.” He moves up, and you can feel him pressing against you. He’s still holding your hands above your head, and you can do nothing but wait patiently. His free hand runs slow strokes over his cock, and he watched your reaction as he lets your hips roll against him, trying to control himself as well as make you work a little bit.

You were positive he was about to fuck you - fuck you like he did when you were in that motel for three weeks. Slow, hard, holding you down so you didn’t have to do anything but feel him, feel how good he makes you feel. He was so close, you could feel the very tip of him beginning to stretch you out, and you bit your lip in anticipation until -

“What the fuck is wrong with you people!?” Micro bangs in the door, and with how clearly you can hear him, you know he heard everything you and Frank just did. And said. Oh god- “If I come in there and I see Franks bare ass-“

“Don’t open that fuckin’ door.” Frank growls, his abs tensing from holding himself still. You wiggle your hips and his head snaps back to you, a look of slight confusion until he sees your face, screwed up and desperate. “You are gonna fuckin’ kill me, princess.”

“Put your fucking clothes on! That is my only mattress you fucking perverts!” Frank no longer cares about how close Micro is to coming in. He’s the only one with a key to the door. He could open it at any second -

Frank slowly slides into you, both of you trying to cover relived moans of each others names as he bottoms out, hitting the deepest part of you that nearly has tears coming from your eyes.

“Fuck off!” You yell, but it doesn’t come out as demanding as you want it to. Franks hand tightens around your wrists, and he sucks in a deep breath before beginning to pull out of you, so fucking slow.

“Jesus christ.” Micro mutters clearly through the thin walls. Frank hears the lock start to turn on the door, and even you are a little intimidated when he growls out a threat.

“I’m fuckin’ my girl here either way. You come in here and see something you shouldn’t, and you’re gonna lose your head.” He never looks away from you, sliding slowly, carefully back inside of you and stilling. The anger of his threat and the tone of his voice is no indication of how he’s fucking you, so gentle and sweet. He presses another kiss to your nose, and smirks when he hears the lock click back into place.

“Fine! I’m leaving. Not like I was saving your asses out here. Whatever, I’m taking your fucking car.” Micro is pissed - and he should be, you would if the two people you had spent hours trying to sort out were currently fucking on the only mattress you owned. But you didn’t fucking care - about anything but Frank and how he was slowly getting faster now that he had heard Micro leave.

“Fuck, faster baby, please.” You moan and he answers by doing exactly as you say, hitting you so hard you start to sink into the mattress.

“Want it faster? Make the whole building hear you?” You tried to speak but just whined out a jumble of words, nothing making sense in your head except for ‘please’ and ‘fuck’. “Yeah, that’s it. They can hear, but only I get to watch. No one else.”

“No one else, Frank.” He hums against your skin, and you don’t hold back letting him hear how fucking good it feels. You don’t know why you were holding yourself back from him before - fuck everyone else, nothing was worth missing out on this. This, being with him here even in this shitty little room with no TV and cracked walls. It didn’t matter as long as you were both safe.

“So fuckin’ tight. Always s-” He lost his words as you kissed him, both of you melting into the moment together. He stopped trying to hold himself up, relaxed his back and dropped half of his weight on you, the feeling of him against you sending you into overdrive.

He knew you were close, because you always squeezed your eyes shut tight and made these short, sweet sounds that he always told you he loved to hear. He kept the same pace, knowing as soon as you finished, watching you come undone underneath him would be his final straw.

“God, Frank I love you so much. M’gonna fucking cum, baby.” He dropped his forehead onto your shoulder, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat again. Fuck - he knew you so well.

“Sound so pretty, princess. Want you to come all over this fucking mattress. Feel so good, christ.” You scream his name as best you can, a strangled cry coming out as he tightens his hand around your throat. You come, the concrete roof fading into stars and spots as you lose oxygen. It makes everything feel urgent and intense, and Frank’s come is already beginning to seep out of you as you ride him through your high.

“Oh fuuu-ck.” He groans into your neck as he slowly starts to pull out of you. You aren’t ready for the loss of him, and he soothes you with sweet kisses along your jaw and cheek, wrapping you up into the poor excuse of a sheet and pulling you close. Your vision starts to come back to you, and you focus on the deep breaths of Frank behind you, the hot air on the back on your neck. You can imagine how he looks right now, and smile knowing you were the cause.

“I love you, princess.” He whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss just below.

“I love you more.” You can feel his smile against your skin.

“Mm.” He wraps you closer, and almost seems to fall asleep, his breathing evening out and his arms relaxing around you. It surprises you when he speaks again, and you have to tear your eyes open. “We have to buy a new mattress.”

“Fuck. We do. Maybe we should make dinner, too.” Frank doesn’t say anything, just huffs a breath and you laugh. “He’s gonna be so mad.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll handle him.”

“We should probably put some clothes on.” As much as you love how you both are right now, Micro will probably be back any minute.

“I fuckin’ hate this. We- You shouldn’t have to-” You turn around in his hold to face him, and kiss him on the jaw.

“Shh. Soon, we’re gonna have our own place, our own bed, and we won’t have to wear clothes, like ever.” He shivers slightly and closes his eyes like he can picture it. “Soon, okay?”

“I know, I just hate that you gotta do all this shit, deal with him-”

“He is helping us. We will have all the time in the world when we get out of here. We just have to get out of here.” Frank kisses you, his hand coming up to hold your face. You love it when he kisses you like that, because his hand nearly takes up your whole face and you can completely disappear in his hold.

“How did this turn in to you calmin’ me down, huh?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Im just trying to soften you up so we can watch Love Island later.” He groans and his shoulders slump forward, rolling you off the mattress where you start getting dressed.

Eventually you tear yourselves out of the room to make dinner, and as pissed as Micro is when he comes back, the promise of a new mattress and incredible dinner Frank ended up cooking was enough to make it up to him. As you were going through to the kitchen, you looked back at the little slot in the wall where the door is, and you smiled. To think a few hours ago, you were begging to get out of that room - and now it was the closest thing to home you had.

You were pretty sure, though, looking at Frank spread out on the make shift couch trying to tune the TV so you could watch the newest episode of your shitty TV show, that you could make a home anywhere, as long as it was with him.

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sluttyten · 3 years ago

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Snowed In

summary: The Fates have it out for you and Hendery. Odd situations always come up any time that you’re around each other, and when the pair of you and Johnny get stranded together, you come to realize maybe what you’ve taken to be bad luck is actually something a little bit better.

length: 9,327 words

tags: not quite enemies to lovers, threesome, twists of fate?

If there was one member of NCT that you didn’t like to work with, it was definitely Hendery. There was no real, valid explanation why, just that any time that you, as a staff member for the group, were assigned to work with Hendery, things just never went well. Something always went wrong.

The car broke down. Phones died while you were stranded in a stuck elevator between floors. You once wildly gesticulated and accidentally punched him in the face (causing a nosebleed), which you then had to drive him to the hospital to make sure there was no actual injury.

Other than the general minor chaos that seemed to break out around him, you didn’t mind Hendery so much. He was nice and friendly. Handsome, too, like fantasy-worthy level of attractive. But the stress and chaos just never made his company worth it because things literally always went wrong.

Because things always go wrong whenever the two of you are in close proximity, you should’ve known better than to let him and Johnny talk you into going along with them to film new content for JCC.

“We need someone to film us filming,” Johnny insists.

If he wasn’t so charming, you would try to get out of it.

Johnny is like the opposite of Hendery to you. Working with Johnny is always fortunate. There’s never any traffic. Phone service is always good. On the few occasions when you’ve been the staff member to drive Johnny around, he always buys you coffee or a smoothie or something to show his thanks to you.

Maybe that’s why you convince yourself to agree to filming for them. Johnny’s good luck and Hendery’s bad luck will cancel each other out.

Several of the members, including Johnny and Hendery, are at a ski resort in Sweden for filming a music video, and this is where the two of them have decided to film a JCC episode. They’re roommates while you’re all here, and at some point during the previous night, they’d brainstormed this JCC idea.

“We don’t have any more filming today,” Hendery says. He’s already wearing his coat, zipped up to his chin. Johnny’s in the process of putting his on. They really didn’t give you too much of a choice; they were going with or without you, and for the company’s sake, it was probably for the best if a staff member accompanies them.

You sigh, reaching for your coat as well. “Where are we going?”

Hendery excitedly tells you about their plan to walk from the chalet where the members and the staff are all staying, to the gondola lift a little higher up the slope, ride it to the top to enjoy the view and play in the snow for a bit, come back in time to head down to dinner in the village below with the rest of the members and the staff to celebrate completing the music video filming.

It sounds like a plan. You were curious what the view from the top here would look like, and you do love to spend time with Johnny, even if your bad luck charm is coming as well.

The pair of them finish bundling up as you search through the chalet for the manager in charge of everyone on this trip, informing him about the little trip you and the two men are taking, and retrieving the camera you’re going to be filming them with.

“Be careful,” the manager tells you. “Call if you need anything, and if you’re not back by the time we leave for dinner, you’ll just have to catch up. We’re not waiting!” He calls the last part out after you as you wave and run back through the house, pausing only briefly in the room you share with another female staff member. You slip quickly into some warmer clothes, grab a hat and gloves and a scarf and your coat before returning to the front door where Hendery and Johnny are waiting.

It’s a fun little sidetrip for your little trio. It’s fucking cold, but you’re grateful that the sun is out and that you’d thought to wear your scarf and gloves, which neither Johnny or Hendery had thought to bring. Winds whistles through the gaps in the edges of the gondola door, bitterly cold, and the pair of them bury their hands in their jacket pockets, though their smiles stick to their faces despite the cold.

The view from the top is spectacular. You can see the whole little village laid out below you, can see the thick clouds surrounding the next peak over, and Hendery leans against the railing of the observation deck, pointing out to Johnny that he can see the chalet from here. They jokingly shout out to the members, their voices echoing strangely, and you smile from behind the camera as you watch the sunlight on their faces, the wind blowing their hair back, noses and ears turning pink in the cold.

You film them playing in the snow, sitting inside the tiny little building up here, sipping at cheap coffees and enjoying the temporary heat while looking out the window at the view. You film them looking at a map hanging on the wall, catch their conversation as they plan to take a short walk that is plotted on the map to a frozen waterfall.

“Are you fine with that?” Hendery asks you after they’ve already decided on the little hike. “I know you’re already cold, so we don’t have to go if you want to head back.”

And you were cold when you were standing out there for a while, but after taking this time in here to warm up, you’re feeling better. Plus, you’re interested in the hike, and they both look excited. You don’t want to ruin their fun.

“We still have time,” you tell him, checking your watch. “Just as long as Johnny’s ready.”

Johnny’s in the bathroom at the moment, so the pair of you have to wait on him to return, and while you’re waiting, Hendery disappears for a moment, returning with a fresh hot coffee for you.

“Here, something to help keep you warm.” Hendery pushes it toward you gently, and then sits a handful of individual creamers and sugar packets down as well. “I don’t know how you like your coffee, so I got some of both for you.”

“Thank you, Hendery.”

“No problem. I’ve gotta score some points with you somehow.” He sits back in his seat and looks back out the window at the wispy edges of the clouds stretching out toward the slope.

You watch his face for a moment, the pink in his cheeks that can’t be there from the cold anymore. “Points?” You ask, leaning into the table to pop the lid off your coffee to fix it the way you like it.

Hendery doesn’t look over as he says, “Yeah, I mean, everyone knows that you don’t really like me. You did punch me in the face that one time.” He casts a sideways glance your way, his lips twitching up into a slight smile right as you gasp and open your mouth to argue. Hendery cuts you off. “I figure getting you some coffee is one good thing to offset the bad we’ve been through. The bloody noses, broken-down elevators, that time with the fire.”

“Oh my god, I forgot about the fire!” You laugh. It had been just a little fire in the kitchen at the company. You’d been standing right beside the microwave while Hendery microwaved something. One moment everything had been fine, and the next moment, whatever had been in the microwave caught fire, sending out sparks and smoke, and it was only through Hendery’s quick reaction that you were saved from catching fire as well.

Hendery smiles fully, his gaze rested on your smile as well. “So I owed you. And it’s cold out there, we’re making you be up here with us, so it’s only fair that I try my best to keep you warm.”

It’s that moment that Johnny comes back, zipping his coat up. “Ready?”

You are. The three of you set off, hiking along a semi-cleared pathway into the trees, following the signs. You film them while you walk, and Johnny holds a camera to film himself and Hendery as well. The coffee does help keep you warm as you hike with them, and when flurries start to fall, you’re even more grateful for the warm coffee.

Johnny and Hendery spend a few moments trying to catch snow on their tongues before Johnny suddenly snaps his mouth shut and stares at Hendery, and then in a very serious voice says, “We probably shouldn’t do this. Fans are gonna make weird edits out of it.”

Hendery, who at that moment has his head tilted back, mouth open with his tongue out, his eyes closed, also snaps his mouth shut and shoots a look toward you. You don’t even attempt to hide your laugh.

You finish the hike to the waterfall, and it’s a little underwhelming honestly. Clouds have filled in the previously sunny blue sky, so the sunlight doesn’t glint off the frozen edges of the waterfall. The snow picks up just a little bit more on the hike back to the observation deck, and you don’t film that at all, as the three of you are mostly hunched against the wind.

By the time you get back to the cable car station here at the top, there’s a short line of visitors waiting to get a ride back down.

“What’s going on?” Johnny asks the couple in front of the three of you.

“High winds.” The man wraps his arms around the woman with him as a sharp gust causes her to shift off-balance. “They’ve paused the lifts until it settles a bit.”

You shiver. “Great. When’s that gonna be?”

Hendery and Johnny both look at you, each of them shifting in a way that blocks the wind from you a bit. It’s a few minutes later that the staff of the gondola station shuffles everyone inside the station, out of the open cold air, though it is still a bit chilly inside, just less windy.

You take that opportunity to fish your phone out of your pocket, and with semi-frozen fingers, you call the chief manager to let him know that the three of you are temporarily stuck atop the mountain, and he informs you that the group and the staff members are going to go ahead and go to dinner down in the village. Which seems kinda rude, if you’re being honest, but you just apologize to him and promise that you’ll keep him updated.

Johnny and Hendery sit with their backs against the wall a few feet away, Johnny explaining to his vlogging camera that they’re stuck on top of the mountain. He makes it seem like some dramatic and exciting adventure, and you’re sure fans are going to get a kick out of this later, but for right now you just want to end this experience. You want to be back inside the chalet or in a van on your way down to a nice dinner, not stranded up here.

It’s another forty-five minutes before the wind dies down enough that the gondolas are safe again. With as many visitors needing to get down from the mountain as there are, the gondolas are filled to capacity, which at least makes the ride a little warmer, but you do end up squeezed in a standing position between Johnny and Hendery, with Johnny making a joke about this being cozy while he smiles down at you and leans in just a little bit more, bumping you into Hendery.

The snow is heavier by the time the gondola reaches the base station, the thick clouds sinking down over the mountain, and night has come a little early. Most of the other visitors on your gondola rush off to their cars to leave, but you, Johnny, and Hendery have to trek on foot down the slope a bit to reach the chalet.

You text the chief manager to let him know that you’ve made it down in the gondola, and you’re on your way back to the chalet. You take a few moments to soak in the heat of the base station, and then you set out together.

At this point, the wind has picked up again, gusting waves of snow into your faces, blowing into you enough that you’re staggering as you walk and falling behind your two larger and sturdier companions.

“Keep up!” Johnny calls back, and the wind almost whips his words away. It’s Hendery that looks back and sees you nearly bowled over by a gust, and he turns around to walk with you.

“You okay?” He asks, a hand landing on your shoulder.

“Peachy.” You respond, leaning into his side, and Hendery slips his arm around your shoulders, and you savor the touch, the heat of him against you and the help in keeping you upright and moving forward.

You’re not really sure when the weather made the big switch from the great day it was earlier to this near-blizzard condition it’s in now, but by the time your trio stumbles to the chalet, the snow is falling thick and fast, blowing sideways. Any thoughts any of you had been holding toward getting in the extra van to make it down to the village in time for dinner leaves your mind.

Johnny shoves open the front door of the house, and the winter weather blows you all inside along with a decent amount of snow.

“Oh shit,” Johnny swears loudly as soon as the door shuts behind you all. “Power’s out in here.” He tries the switch beside the door to turn on the lights in the entryway, but nothing happens. You can also tell that although it’s not as cold in here as it was outside, it’s definitely a lot colder than it should be.

Johnny kicks his boots off, dropping his coat, and shoving his hands under his armpits, walking deeper into the dark and cold house, grabbing a thick blanket off the sofa, wrapping it around himself, and then he moves in front of the fireplace, trying to get it started.

You feel frozen to Hendery’s side, but he pulls himself away, stripping out of his coat and boots. He follows Johnny’s path, grabbing a blanket and seating himself beside the elder, assisting in getting a fire started. You watch them for a moment, in disbelief that today has twisted into this situation, and then you step out of your boots.

Once again, you pull out your phone to call the chief manager. “Good news,” you start out, “We’ve made it back to the chalet. Bad news: the power is out.”

“Well, shit,” is his immediate response. “I’ve got some bad news as well. It looks like the weather’s really taken a turn. Fully blizzard conditions, basically a white out, they’re saying. Roads are snowed over, and with the road back up there to the chalet is so narrow and curvy, I just don’t think it would be safe for us to attempt them tonight, not while this weather continues.”

What?

“So we’re staying down here tonight. This restaurant is connected to the resort’s hotel, so we’re gonna book several rooms.” Your heartbeat roars in your ears, anxiety rushing into your brain and nearly drowning out his next words: “We’ll see in the morning what the conditions are, see if we can get up there.”

You’re stranded up here tonight? In a chalet with no power? With Johnny and Hendery.

Fuck, with Hendery. Things always fucking go wrong when you’re with him. Everything today from the long exposure to the cold today, the gondola issue, now the blizzard and it knocking out the power here, and now this too. It’s his fault.

“Johnny’s starting a fire in the fireplace. We’ll be fine,” you tell the manager. “I should go. I should probably conserve my phone’s battery for an emergency.”

So the call ends and you feel a new heat of anger rise in you, anger at this situation and anger at Hendery for definitely being the cause of all of this.

As you walk over to the pair of men sitting in front of the newly started fire, Hendery rises to his feet and turns toward you, facing you just in time to face your wrath.

“This is your fault!” You hit Hendery’s chest, trying to put force into it, but he barely budges. Instead, he lifts his hands up to grab your wrists. “Things always happen like this when I’m with you!”

“Hey.” Johnny stares up at you and Hendery. “Relax. I got the fire started. Everyone else’ll be back soon, and we can figure whatever else then.”

You shake your head. “No. I just called. The weather’s too bad for them to come back up, so they’re staying at the hotel in the village. We’re stuck up here in this fucking cold chalet. I just wanted a hot dinner!” You sink down, collapsing to sit on the floor.

Awkwardly, Hendery doesn’t let go of your wrists.

As you sit there, you grow even more upset because your pants had snow and them, and now that you’re sitting down, the coldness of the melting snow has soaked through to your skin.

“And my pants are wet and cold,” you whine. You know you’re pouting, probably sounding and looking pretty pathetic in front of these two men, but you don’t care. You’ve just been through an ordeal and you’re still cold and hungry and your clothes are wet and you’re stranded.

Johnny takes a gentle but commanding tone as he says your name and, “Look at me.”

You lift your gaze to him, and see he’s looking directly at you as he tells you, “Go change your clothes. When you come back down, the fire will be bigger and warmer. We’ve got food, we’ll eat that. And we can all just hang out right here in front of the fire to keep warm. Relax.”

Hendery lets go of your wrists at last.

Slowly, you get to your feet and you leave the semi-warmth of the living room to head upstairs to your room. All you want is a hot shower, but you know you won’t find it now, so you quickly strip out of the cold, wet clothes to layer on half of the clothes you’d brought along on this trip. You do feel a bit warmer as you head back downstairs wearing two pairs of socks, a pair of leggings under two pairs of sweatpants, and a tshirt under a long-sleeved shirt under a thick woolly sweater.

Hendery’s sitting in front of the fire, dressed in a new sweater, sweatpants, and socks while wrapped snuggly in a blanket. He’s wearing a beanie too, and as you approach him, you can’t help thinking that he looks really cute.

“Feeling better?” He asks as you sit down beside him, and you wrap yourself in the blanket that Johnny had abandoned.

“Yeah. I’m still not happy though.” You draw your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. “This whole trip has really turned to shit.”

Hendery snorts. “I guess you could say that. But I also figure you can’t be too surprised. It’s you and me, right? Things like this are bound to happen when we’re together. Stuck in elevators, stranded in traffic, and now left alone in a mountain cabin. The Fates have it out for us.”

You give him a weird look. When he puts it like that, it sounds like all of this is something different than just bad luck.

There’s a sound from the kitchen suddenly, and your head snaps toward the sound. Hendery explains, “Johnny hyung is trying to make us something for dinner. Hard to do with no electricity.”

When Johnny emerges a bit later, he’s not empty-handed but he’s also not bringing you a dinner anything at all like you’d hoped. The only good thing he really brings is two bottles of wine, which the three of you instantly break into.

With the wine and crackling fire, as well as your multiple layers of clothing, it’s no time at all before you’re feeling warm again. Johnny and Hendery had pushed the large L-shaped sofa and a loveseat closer to the fire, creating a little barrier around a nest of blankets and throw pillows you’ve all put together, making it feel even cozier as you all sit on the floor, drinking wine and telling scary stories.

Several stories deep into this, a particularly strong gust of wind blows against the nearby windows, making a loud popping groaning noise, causing you to jump.

“Scared?” Johnny asks, nudging your shoulder.

“No,” you scoff, but you find yourself leaning slightly toward him. “But, I’ve seen a horror movie that starts like this. The young people stranded in a cabin, snowed-in with no power.”

Johnny’s grin is so captivating. “Hendery and I can protect you. You know I can take care of you.”

Your face heats up in a way that you can’t even blame on the fireplace or the wine. You’ve heard stories about Johnny in the past, stories about how he’s a great lover--attentive and dominant and just very talented.

Hendery clears his throat.

Johnny looks away from you over to Hendery. “What?”

“Just, you’re just gonna flirt right in front of me?” Hendery looks back and forth between you and Johnny. “We’re all stuck here together, you can’t do this in front of me.”

Johnny’s smile returns, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You want to join in? That’s how we could really have some fun, kill some time, and keep warm. A threeway, huh?” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you reach up to smack his shoulder, which makes Johnny laugh.

“Count me out. You guys have fun,” you tease, leaning back and sinking into one of the soft throw pillows behind you. “I don’t think compromising my job would be too good of an idea.”

Johnny laughs, but to your surprise Hendery says, “It’s not like we’d be caught, not unless we told anyone about it.”

You look over at him. Hendery shrugs.

“We’re here alone for who knows how long. There’s a blizzard out there; all of the members and staff are stuck in the village.” He shrugs again. “I’m just saying, you’ve said that things always go wrong when you’re around me, but maybe it’s time we try to take advantage of one of these bad situations.”

“Oh, right because nothing could possibly go wrong or bad when having a threeway.” You look back and forth between the two of them. “I can think of too many problems. I appreciate the offers. You’re both very attractive, and I have heard rumors--” You can’t help flicking a look in Johnny’s direction. “--but I work with you both, so I don’t want to make it weird.”

You see them both exchange a look, and then Johnny says, “Alright, just something to think about though.” He sinks back against the short side of the sectional sofa, watching you closely, and he picks up with a new scary story as if the whole conversation of the previous couple minutes hadn’t even happened.

Slowly, the heat and the comfort of the wine lull you into a sleepy state, and you burrow beneath the blankets and rest your head on the pillow. Johnny and Hendery are still talking to each other, not telling scary stories anymore, just talking about something else entirely. You start drifting off, sinking into sleep and dreams tainted by the talk earlier.

Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, the dreams aren’t inspired by the scary stories that had been told, but rather your brain draws inspiration from the sexy proposition.

The sex dream starts out with you already sucking cock, your hands bound in rope behind your back. As the dream fog begins to form into shapes and your awareness of the dream expands, you realize you’re on your knees in an elevator, and your first thought is that when those doors open, everyone’s going to see you sucking cock like a whore, your body entirely nude except for the ropes tied in intricate knots, binding your ankles together and your wrists bound to each other. You’ve never been in this entire situation, but the shibari and the sucking cock like that has happened.

“Fuck, bunny, taking my cock so well,” moans a voice from above you. You realize his fingers are tangled in your hair, and he uses that to pull you back off his cock, and you look up at Hendery’s face.

Your heart drops straight into your pussy then.

This situation, being in the elevator alone with Hendery, that has happened. That much is based in reality. Having his cock jammed back down your throat, not so much. But now that your brain has created this fantasy scenario, you can see how that situation could have turned out differently if you’d made the right moves.

Dream-Hendery starts fucking your mouth, and you gag around him, drooling down your chin. And then you feel something nudging against your bound hands, and you moan, attempting to twist your head around to see.

“Good girl,” Johnny’s voice is silky smooth as you feel him slide his cock into your palm, using your bound hands to jerk him off. You do your best to squeeze your hands together into a circle tight enough for Johnny to happily fuck into. His hands come up to circle around your neck, helping you bob down on Hendery’s cock. “Take Hendery’s cock, bunny.”

You love being used by the both of them in this elevator, waiting for the doors to open, for everyone to see you being a whore for these two men.

You’re snapped out of the dream much earlier than you might like.

You to Hendery poking your shoulder.

“What?” You mumble, rolling slightly toward him. “I was sleeping.”

“You were shivering,” he whispers. “Are you okay?”

It’s then that you realize that the room is considerably darker than it was the last time you had your eyes open. The fire in the grate is dying, barely more than glowing embers. Johnny’s asleep on your other side. And it is colder in here, definitely colder without the blazing fire.

“The fire,” you push up onto your elbows a bit. “It’s gone out.”

Hendery lays his hand on your shoulder, pushing you flat again. “We ran out of the firewood.” He gestures over at the place where everyone had been drawing firewood from over the past several days staying here in the chalet, and in the dim light, you can just make out that there’s nothing else there. “Johnny said we should just let it go out.”

“Fuck,” you sigh, closing your eyes. You feel a shiver roll through you.

“Hey,” Hendery’s voice is soft, and he traces a fingertip over your cheek, which inspires a different kind of shiver. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but shared body heat is the best way for us to keep warm.”

You nod, “Yeah, okay,” and roll over with your back to him.

You do instantly feel warmer when Hendery spoons up behind you, one of his arms pillowed beneath your head, the other draped over your waist, and a blanket tugged up to your chin.

“M’face is cold,” you mumble sleepily, not meaning anything by it, but a second later you feel the softness of Hendery’s cheek laying against yours.

This is almost too much, especially right after the dream you’d just woken from. This is very different than being tied up and facefucked by him, but it’s a little too similar to getting spooned and fucked by him.

Unintentionally, you press your ass back against him. Hendery’s fully pressed against you, so there’s no possible way for him to hide the way that his heartbeat picks up, his breath shakes out in a sigh, and his hips shift ever so slightly forward.

This doesn’t have to be sexual. It’s literally not meant to be that way. You’re cuddling for warmth due to a dying fire, not to stoke a new fire in your loins. But fuck the dream won’t leave your mind now and Hendery’s all warm and everywhere against you. Your hips roll back again, unintentional, and Hendery once again grinds back into you, his breath stuttering.

You just lose the last bits of modesty that you’d been holding onto with just barely your fingertips. You let go, grinding back against Hendery, and he meets each of your moves, his arms secure around you.

Slowly his cheek slips away from where it rests on yours, and he lowers his mouth to your neck.

The first brush of his lips against your throat is like a shock, jolting a soft gasp out of you.

Hendery smiles, his tongue darting out to taste a spot on your throat, followed quickly by a nip of his teeth, and then he sucks lightly. You reach back beneath the blanket, gripping his thigh with one hand as he grinds his growing erection against your ass again.

“Hendery,” you moan his name softly.

He kisses to another spot on your throat and gets to work on sucking another mark into your skin.

“Hendery,” you gasp his name again, and he lifts his face from your neck. The cold rushes in, startlingly icy without his hot lips and breath.

You twist around until you’re on your back, and Hendery shifts in to lean over you, immediately ducking in with his gaze intent on your lips. You don’t give him the chance to back out. You lift a hand to his cheek, drawing him in until your lips meet.

Kissing Hendery is sweet, tasting slightly like the wine from earlier. You can feel his erection now digging into your hip. The want to touch him is overwhelming, so you trail your hand down his chest until your fingertips meet the hem of his sweater, and you tuck your icy fingertips beneath.

Hendery gasps loudly when your fingertips meet his skin.

“Shh!” You laugh, kissing his jaw as he lifts his face from yours. You glance sideways at Johnny asleep beside you.

Hendery distracts you from Johnny by pressing his fingers to your cheek, turning your mouth back to his, capturing you in a distracting kiss.

You both melt into the kiss, his thigh slipping between yours, and you grind against this thigh without restraint. He keeps his fingers against your cheek while you kiss, but when he moves down to touch your jaw, you open up more, and Hendery dives in to deepen the kiss, his hand on your waist rolling you back onto your side, fully facing the sleeping Johnny.

It twists your neck at a weird angle, but you don’t care, not when he’s kissing you like that, not when that hand on your waist slides lower, fingertips dipping under those three layers of pants you’re wearing.

“How many goddamn layers are you wearing?” Hendery teases, his teeth nipping at your ear. You roll your ass back on his bold erection, and Hendery presses his fingers deeper inside your pants. His fingertips brush down the front of your panties, and you don’t even have time to feel embarrassed about how these are basically granny panties, no time to feel embarrassed that you haven’t done any form of waxing or shaving in the week that you’ve been here. When his fingertips reach your clit, your sharply inhale.

You’ve probably already soaked a patch in your panties just from the dream, from kissing and grinding back on Hendery, so having him touching your clit, even through your panties, has you painfully aroused.

“You’re so wet for me,” Hendery whispers against your ear as his fingers curl against your panties, pressing them against your soaked pussy. “God, what I wouldn’t give to have you sit on my face right now.”

The sound that leaves you is a loud whimper, loud enough that Hendery brings his free hand up to cover your mouth.

“Shh.” He kisses your cheek lightly. “We don’t want to wake Johnny hyung, do we?” But the way Hendery’s fingers work in a tight circle over your clit does nothing to persuade you to quiet down at all. Soft sounds continue falling from your lips, muffled by his palm.

Hendery kisses your ear, the edge of your jaw, down your throat. He sticks there, getting to work on marking up your neck with more hickeys while you twist your arm up to wind your fingers through his hair. Hendery definitely likes the feeling of you tugging on his hair, and you definitely like it when he brings his fingers down to press against your pussy through your drenched panties, his palm grinding against your clit.

Your gasps and attempts to hiss out “fuck, Hendery, just like that” as he gets the perfect amount of pressure and rhythm going on your clit are muffled into his hand over your mouth. You keep rolling your hips into his touch, back against his dick, forward against his fingers, slowly driving yourself toward orgasm, sped on by the growing tingles of pleasure.

“Gonna cum on my fingers? Huh, princess?” Hendery murmurs against your throat. Your response is barely more than a gurgle of words lost between his fingers. “Gonna cum without me even really touching you? How dirty, and right in front of Johnny hyung while he’s sleeping.” Hendery tsks, “He wanted to fuck you so much earlier, and now here I am, touching you instead.”

You swear your eyes roll back in your head as you cum on Hendery’s fingers, soaking your panties even more as you grind your clit against his fingers, hips rolling and you legs twitching. Hendery’s fingers stroke over that wet patch of your panties, fingertips pressing up, curling just enough that you feel one of his fingers enter you, and that brings a whole new moan to your lips.

His hips rock forward, his raging erection snug against your ass.

“In me,” you moan, reaching back with one hand, trying to squeeze it in between your bodies so you can touch him. “Just fuck me.”

You want to have him just like this, pressed together this tightly, your multiple layers of pants shoved down around your thighs as Hendery fucks you from behind, his palm flat against your mouth or maybe even his fingers stuffed between your lips to keep you quiet. You want him to bring you to orgasm on his cock, and maybe then it’ll be like all of these wrongs that you’ve been through with him in the past will have finally become something so right.

“Shit, I want to,” Hendery rocks forward again, and groans, “I gotta go find a condom. I know someone’s got to have one.”

And then, to your mild amusement and mild annoyance, Hendery pulls away and gets to his feet. He quickly vaults over the back of the sofa, and disappears into the darkness of the house.

“What the fuck?” You whisper, left there in this mess of blankets very horny, very wet, and simultaneously too hot and too cold as the night air races in to caress your back where he’d previously been.

And then Johnny clears his throat.

Startled, you look over.

He’s not sleeping anymore. Johnny’s eyes are open, his head propped up against his arm.

“As much fun as I was having listening to that and just watching,” his voice dips low, his gaze lingering on your lips, and he continues, “I would love to eat you out while we wait for him to come back.”

You’re not really feeling too tempted to tell him no. The idea of Johnny’s long fingers inside you, his pretty lips sucking on your clit. It’s too good.

He’s moving before you’ve even really pushed back the blanket from over you with a moaned, “Yes, please, Johnny.”

His fingers dive to pull down your sweatpants, and when Johnny immediately sees another layer of sweatpants beneath that, “How many layers are you wearing?” he growls in frustration, and you laugh, arching up into his hands as he tugs your second pair of sweatpants all the way down.

“Just one more. It was cold,” you lift your hips for him to drag the leggings down too, and you’re left in just that pair of faded panties with a large wet patch sticking to your pussy.

What self-consciousness you feel doesn’t seem to affect Johnny at all. He doesn’t notice the state of your panties (beyond the dark patch of wetness that he traces with his finger) or the body hair.

Johnny pulls your panties down over your hips, your thighs, pushes it off your ankles, and then he glances up at your briefly. “Okay?” He asks, and you nod. “Let me hear you, baby.”

“Yes, Johnny.” Your heart is in your throat, looking down at him between your legs, his lips poised above the patch of hair that honestly might need some maintenance.

“Good girl,” he praises, and then he’s right there, fingers on your lower lips, his tongue licking up your cum, the extra wetness that gushes from you with this new wave of arousal as Johnny fucking Suh eats you out like a starved man.

Hendery’s still not back by the time Johnny has you tumbling into your second orgasm of the night, and he doesn’t pull his mouth away, instead he gives you his fingers as well as continuing to suck your sensitive clit between his lips.

“Johnny, Johnny, John--” His name falls in whispers of delight from your lips, your head rolled back against the pillow.

You don’t see Hendery return. You don’t hear him either, not until he lets out a semi-irritated, “Uh, what the hell?”

Johnny doesn’t leave off, just keeps pushing you toward your third orgasm as you tip your head back and look up at Hendery.

“Hendery, I....” You stretch out a hand to him as he climbs over the back of the sofa and slides down to sit on the cushion right above you, his legs coming down so his feet rest on either side of your head. “He was awake, and he wanted to eat me out, and... I... ah, God, Johnny!” Your hands fly to his hair, your body curling in around his head as this new orgasm washes through you, his fingers curled inside your pussy, stroking that spot that makes your thighs feel simultaneously numb and too twitchy.

You collapse back down onto the pillow, and Johnny at last comes up, scattering a few kisses over your thighs before he sits up and drags his hand over his mouth and chin in an attempt to clean up your wetness that’s smeared around his lips.

“Sorry, Hendery,” Johnny apologizes with absolutely no remorse in his voice. “You left and she was so needy, I didn’t want to disappoint her.”

You feel a bit odd, lying there with the two of them having a strange staredown over you, your pussy out and wet while you’re still dressed in your sweaters. And you’re still horny. You still haven’t gotten any dick out of all of this, and with both of them here, you definitely want that.

You curl a hand around Hendery’s ankle. “I still want you to fuck me, Hendery. This doesn’t change that at all. Did you find a condom?”

“Yeah.” Hendery flashes a strip of condoms at you before he drops them on the floor beside you. “You don’t even want to know where I had to dig those out of.”

“Gross,” Johnny comments before he moves away, stretching out in the spot right beside you. He snatches up one of your hands and brings it to his chest, playing with your fingers as he asks, “What happened to all of this being risky? What changed your mind?”

“It’s cold, you’re both warm.” You sigh as Hendery moves down to the floor with you again. “And I had a dream. Are you just gonna watch us now?”

“What would you like me to do, baby?” Johnny asks. “Go find somewhere else in the house to be? Knowing you’re getting fucked right here? I don’t think so. Hendery doesn’t mind, do you?”

Hendery makes a noncommittal sound that you take to mean, he’s horny so he doesn’t care what happens next as long as he gets to be inside you.

“So you’re gonna just watch? Or join in?” You ask, sitting up so you can look down at Johnny’s face. You watch the way his gaze flicks back down to the place between your legs, and you wonder what he’s thinking. “Because if you’re wanting more, you’re gonna have to wait your turn.”

“I can wait. I want to see you take Hendery’s cock.” Johnny places his hands behind his head, intently watching as Hendery grabs your attention back from Johnny at last, his fingers on your chin guiding you into another kiss, sucking you under his spell once more.

It doesn’t take long before you’re spreading your legs apart for Hendery to sink against you, both of you sinking back down onto the floor as he grinds his erection between your legs until there’s a considerably large wet spot growing on the front of his sweatpants.

“Take them off,” you whine at last, pushing your hands down at the waistband of his pants. Hendery pulls back, kneeling up to tug his sweater over his head, pushing his pants down and off, followed quickly by his underwear.

You get your first sight of his cock, and you’re not unsatisfied by the look of it. Hendery’s cock looks perfect, just the right length and maybe a bit skinnier than you had in mind, but perfect all the same.

“Nice isn’t it?” Johnny murmurs beside you. “Mine’s better.”

“Shut up, hyung,” Hendery says, running a hand over himself now, his thumb collecting the wetness at the tip.

Your fingers slip between your legs at the sight, and Hendery’s mouth curves into a smirk at the new spark of lust in your expression. He touches himself, looking at you there, and when he starts to move back between your legs, you bring a hand to his chest.

“Condom.”

“Shit, right,” he shifts back, reaching for the condoms on the floor.

Johnny taps your thigh, making the quiet suggestion, “Flip over. It feels better from behind. Length like that, you’re gonna want to feel him in your belly, baby.”

You take that suggestion, turning over onto your belly, and as you do, holding yourself up on your elbows, Johnny leans in with his eyes focused on your lips, so you give him a kiss. Just a soft, chaste kiss, which makes him grin. His fingers tenderly brush your cheek, and you turn your head to the side to nip at his fingers.

“Careful,” he warns softly, tapping his fingers in a light slap to your cheek. Almost unintentionally, you shift closer to him, the top half of your body laying over his, sinking into the heat of his hand on your cheek. “You’re gonna be good for me and Hendery, right?”

“Yes, Johnny.”

His eyes flit over your shoulder. “Good girl. Now, Hendery, you gonna fuck her, or are you gonna wait for the snow to melt?”

You’re not sure what kind of response Hendery gives him, but it’s not an audible one that makes Johnny laugh and drop his head down against the floor.

A moment later you feel the heat of Hendery behind you, a hand resting on your tailbone with fingers splayed. You feel his blunt tip against your clit as he brings it up through your dripping wetness, and when there’s the light pressure of him right there at your entrance, you roll your hips back, and at fucking last you’re filled with Hendery’s cock.

You drop your head forward against Johnny’s chest with a long moan.

Hendery slides the rest of the way in, and you’re so wet that it’s nothing before his hips are flush with your ass. “You’re so tight and warm, princess,” Hendery moans, a hand coming up to caress your ass cheek.

You feel so full. He really is hitting deep inside you, and it doesn’t help things at all when Johnny helpfully slips his hand beneath you, his fingers wandering to your clit. You gasp out, rocking your hips between the two men, grinding down to get the friction of Johnny’s fingers while Hendery starts thrusting shallowly, mostly holding your ass back against him while you roll your hips in circles trying to get the most out of everything that the two of them are doing to you.

The medley of moans and whines and sighs and swears and everything that pour from your tongue seem to do wonders for Hendery and Johnny both.

Johnny reaches for your hand that’s just been resting on his chest, and you let him guide your hand down to the front of his pants. You lift your head from his chest and move up just enough that you can capture his lips in a kiss right as you plunge your hand into his pants.

There’s no reason you can’t help him out while you and Hendery are fucking.

Johnny wasn’t lying when he said his cock was better than Hendery’s. You’re not sure how they measure up in terms of performance, but just from the feel of Johnny in your hand, you have to agree that he’s heftier--probably nearly the same length, but he’s thicker around.

You keep your hand on him, stroking his length, twisting your wrist to give him a tighter feel, occasionally giving his tip more attention as you feel him drooling precum into your fist.

This is better than a warm dinner, you think, grateful at last that you’re stranded up here in the chalet with the pair of them rather than stuck down in the village with everyone else after a warm dinner.

Your limbs are all tangled with Hendery and Johnny’s, your body caught between both of theirs. Johnny’s kissing you deeply and moaning as you jerk him off, and Hendery is burying his cock into you over and over again, his head bowed over your back, scattering kisses and hickeys from your shoulders down your spine.

Your lips are still locked with Johnny’s when Hendery grabs both of your hips and drags you back fully onto his cock. A moan bursts out of you, and he sinks onto his side, pulling you with him into a position much like the one you’d been in earlier with him spooning you, but this time he actually is fucking you.

Johnny follows, his fingers still at your clit, your hand still working on his cock, and he kisses you again.

It takes only a few more thrusts from Hendery before he cums, spilling his load into the condom, and that combined with Johnny’s fingers on your clit drag you into another orgasm, your pussy clenching around Hendery, a bit of arousal squirting out of you, dripping around Johnny’s fingers.

“That’s hot,” Hendery kisses the back of your neck, scattering small kisses around until he reaches the front of your throat again, and you’re sure your throat has got to look absolutely ravaged, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Hendery pulls out of you slowly, reaching down to remove and tie off the condom, tossing it aside. You sink back against his chest, splayed in a somewhat awkward position, but that doesn’t dissuade Johnny.

He sits up, dragging his pants down and kicking them off.

Your hand falls loosely from his cock, just resting on his thigh as he twists around in search of the strip of condoms Hendery had brought. You watch as Johnny tears the wrapper open and rolls the condom on.

You lean back against Hendery’s chest, and he casually drapes his arms around you, holding you while Johnny pulls your legs up to his hips, and he moves forward, his cock sinking into you.

“We better not have to walk around this mountain any more,” you groan, legs tightening around his hips. “I don’t know how well I’ll be walking tomorrow.”

Hendery laughs behind you, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head.

Johnny just smiles, his ego stroked when you gasp as he presses in deeper, his cock stretching you more than Hendery had, hitting deep in your belly. “God, Johnny,” you gasp, rocking your hips up, drawing him in just a little deeper.

You tip your head back against Hendery’s shoulder, and he immediately starts kissing you, a hand lightly on your throat, keeping your head angled back for him.

Johnny fucks you in long, deep strokes, his hands grip your thighs with bruising strength. You can’t wait to see all the marks they’ve left on you, though it’ll be hard to hide it all from the other staff and the members. But somehow, when you’re stuffed with Johnny’s cock, with Hendery kissing you and his hand on your throat, you can’t bring yourself entirely to care about what other people are going to think.

“Ah, fuck, I’m getting close,” Johnny groans, sinking over you. “How’s your pussy still so tight after Hendery, huh?”

Hendery’s hand slides down from your throat to your chest, gently massaging your tits through your sweater before he slides his fingers lower to your belly, resting there and applying just enough pressure to your abdomen that it makes everything feel even better as Johnny thrusts deep.

Johnny moans, “Wish we could cum inside you, see this pretty, dirty pussy dripping our loads, fuck it back into you. You’d take it all, wouldn’t you? Our good girl?”

You moan, hands flying to Johnny’s shoulders, drawing him down flush against you. His lips kiss over the marks Hendery’s left on your neck, his tongue traces the line of your throat as you swallow down a fresh moan, your lips still tangled in a kiss with Hendery.

Johnny’s lips draw up your throat, and you feel him kiss the corner of your mouth, too close to where Hendery’s kissing you too. Hendery pulls back then, giving your kiss up for Johnny to claim instead, and he strokes your hair back from your face, watching up close as you kiss Johnny.

Hendery keeps his palm pressing against your abdomen, his fingers extend down to your clit, and he gets his middle finger to touch the overstimulated nub. It’s like an electric, sweet pain and it carries you into an orgasm around Johnny’s cock, which sets him off on his own.

Johnny pulls out quickly, breaking the kiss with you as he kneels back and tears the condom off. You lift your head to watch in awe as Johnny’s hand flies over his length and he cums, his semen landing in streaks across your abdomen and the bottom edge of your sweater, landing over Hendery’s fingers and wrist.

“Gross,” Hendery teases.

You reach down, dragging Hendery’s hand away from where he’s still casually touching your clit. You really, really can’t take anymore. You pull his hand up, and you’re holding Johnny’s half-lidded gaze as you suck and lick Johnny’s cum off of Hendery’s fingers and the back of his hand and his wrist.

That leads to turning Hendery on more than Johnny, as the younger of the two men hooks his fingers in your mouth, turning your head toward his, his slipping down to your throat, holding you as he had just moments before as he kisses you deeply, not minding the taste of Johnny’s cum in your mouth.

You’re so busy making out with Hendery, that you don’t notice Johnny leaving not until he’s back with a disturbingly cold, wet cloth that he uses to wipe between your thighs, at his drying cum on your belly. He leaves again to throw the cloth into the bathroom he’d gotten it from, and while he’s gone, Hendery and you reposition so you’re sunken into your pillow again.

Hendery helps you get your panties back on and one pair of your sweatpants. He strokes your hair and kisses your forehead, and you hold his hand and even though you’re feeling extremely sleepy now, you fight a mental war with yourself because you have all of these feelings right now.

You like Hendery like this. Soft and tender, caring for you. Though you suppose, he’s often like that. He’s considerate of you more often than you realized, in all of those situations you’d found yourselves in, he’d put you before himself, and as you lie here with him on this frozen chalet’s floor, you are hit with a stark realization.

“Hendery,” you squeeze his hand in your own. When he meets your gaze, you lose your train of thought for a moment, which is easy enough to do with your brain as muddled as it is from the haze of multiple orgasms as well as the sleepiness and the cold that are creeping back in. You start again, “Hendery, I’m--”

Johnny comes back right then, making more noise than he should. He grabs his pillow and drags it closer to you, and then he settles down, covering back up under his blanket.

“Hyung,” Hendery gets up then, “Keep her warm, alright? I’m gonna use the restroom.”

Hendery vanishes, and the words you were about to say go with him. Maybe it would be a bit foolish to tell him that you think you have feelings for him right after you just had sex with him and one of his members. Maybe you should just keep that to yourself until you know that it’s not just from the sex and so he won’t just think that it’s because of the sex.

Johnny shifts around behind you, and as he does, you startlingly realize how cold you are. Now that the lust and adrenaline of fucking the pair of them is over, now that Hendery’s gone and Johnny’s just a bit too far away, you’re really fucking cold.

“Johnny, I’m cold,” you whine, tugging at Johnny’s arm. He grumbles sleepily, hand fumbling with the edge of his blanket as he drags it up over you and scoots closer.

When Hendery comes back, you watch through your eyelashes as he drags his clothes back on, and then he slides under the blanket, moving right up behind you so you’re sandwiched between the two men.

In the morning, you’re still like that, with Hendery’s face buried against your neck, and Johnny’s morning wood against your hip.

The world outside the chalet is sunny at least, and the room isn’t quite so disturbingly cold as it had been through the night. When Johnny is fully awake, you give him a hand with that morning wood, and Hendery strokes himself off when he wakes up halfway through you blowing Johnny.

After that morning fun, Johnny goes in search of the backup generator (because this place has got to have one somewhere probably). You and Hendery are sleepily eating bowls of cereal when you hear Johnny let out a victorious cry from a distant corner of the house, and a moment later, the lights in the kitchen pop on.

Johnny immediately goes to take a warm shower, and when you and Hendery are both finished eating, Hendery hesitates momentarily before asking, “Do you want to shower with me?”

Things always go wrong when you’re with Hendery, but when you slip your hand into his and let him pull you from the room, things finally feel right.

a/n: oof, this was a longer one. I just knew that I wanted to write Hendery at a ski resort type place, and it soon morphed into this, partially inspired by a scene from Meteor Garden, but also inspired because Johnny and Hendery are an underrated nct duo, and they deserve a threesome I guess. This was not proofread, so there are probably some mistakes, if there are any big ones that bother you, please let me know so I can fix them!

Please, let me know what you thought, if you enjoyed it likes and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for enjoying, and I hope to see you all back again next week for a new smut!

#johnny smut #hendery smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut

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mirror on the ceiling - part 1

You have exactly one week to stop a big baddie and his entourage of others. Holed up in a hotel room in Vegas, you and Adrian are working undercover as a couple of doe-eyed honeymooners. And though you initially tried to have anyone else to fill the role of your faux-spouse, once you're in the thick of it you find yourself surprised by him at every turn. (CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3)

pairing: adrian chase x f!reader tags: 18+ ONLY, explicit, fake relationship via undercover, adrian knows his shit, unprotected sex, fucking without feelings (as far as you know) word count: 6.8k+ a/n: okay i intended this to be just a little one off but then i got carried away and now if my attention span doesn’t betray me, it’ll turn into a series. hope yall enjoy! and yes, i took advantage of some hotel stereotypes but I did do some research into the hotel they’re staying at so it’s at least somewhat accurate lol minorly edited because i finished this as im literally heading out the door to go to vegas

The attendant opened the door as you and Adrian greeted him with a smile, roller suitcases sliding behind you on the marbled floor. The hotel was bustling with tourists, guests, and employees rolling carts this way and that. You and Adrian both looked up at the ceiling, marveling at the high arches and pointing at the different illustrations that painted them.

He slipped a hand in yours as you approached the counter, the woman at the desk looking up from her computer to greet you.

“Hi, welcome to the Venetian Resort. Checking in?”

Adrian slipped his hand out of yours to pull his credit card and ID out, “Yup! Here ya go.” He slid them across the counter to the clerk and she nodded, taking them and turning back to her computer.

You slung your arm around his shoulders, pressing your cheek to his arm and beaming up at him, squeezing him to you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and adjusted the backpack on his other side.

“Alright Mr. Chance, we have you in the—oh! The honeymoon suite, congratulations to you two.” She slid the cards back and pulled two from under her desk, sliding them through a little black machine on the counter and handing them to Adrian as well. “As you know, we’ve charged a refundable deposit of $150 to the card, and the key cards allow access to all recreational rooms in the resort. And—”

She reached under her desk and pulled out two vouchers, “As a thanks for choosing the Venetian for your honeymoon, here are two complimentary vouchers for a couples massage in our spa and all amenities in the mini fridge will be comped as well. Would you like your bags brought up for you?”

You reached out for the vouchers and stuck them in your bag, smiling at her without loosening your grip on Adrian, “No, thank you. We appreciate it!”

She flicked her hand off to the side and the approaching bellboy redirected to one of the other clerks behind the counter, “Perfectly fine. The elevator will be through that doorway to the left. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a wonderful honeymoon.”

You and Adrian both offered a goodbye wave as you walked off together into the elevator, hitting the button for the tenth floor and waiting as other guests squeezed into the space.

The minute the door to your suite was closed you dropped Adrian’s hand and abandoned your suitcase close to the entrance, moving to unscrew the bulbs in the lamps and check each one.

Adrian, on the other hand, did a swan dive onto the bed and sunk right in.

“Holy shit, check this out.” He pointed up at the ceiling, where there was an ornate mirror fixed right above the bed.

You gave the mirror a cursory glance, turning your attention to Adrian, who was kicking off his shoes and fluffing up a pillow, “Babe, we’re supposed to be undercover.” You mumbled the last word out of the corner of your mouth as you slid your hand behind the tv to check for mystery wires or obvious cameras.

“I am!”

There was a rustling sound over on the bed, and when you looked, Adrian was wriggling under the covers with a smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes, “Stop acting like a child and check the bathroom. The main rooms are fine, from what I can tell.”

Adrian groaned and flung off the blankets, darting to the restroom and shouting at you a second later, “All clear!”

He ducked his head out, “Hey they got a hot tub with jets in here.”

The sound of rushing water started a moment later, and Adrian’s clothes flew out of the bathroom just as quick.

You plopped onto the couch with a sigh, staring at the already unmade bed, and pulled your phone out to send a text to Harcourt.

Checked in.

It wasn’t that you necessarily had a problem with Adrian, but you knew being undercover with him was sure to be a challenge.

When Harcourt assigned you two together, you were quick to speak with her in private and try to make a case for anyone else.

“He’s gonna blow it, Em.” You sat against a desk, staring through the glass window to the main room where Adrian and Chris were keeled over with laughter, “I just know, he’s gonna blow it. Why can’t I go undercover with someone else? Just logic it out for me, please.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers, “Economos is our tech guy, we need him running point on security. Chris is too recognizable, and Adebayo is as smooth as unchurned butter. If you’re worried about Adrian blowing it, you’d be worse off with her.”

Harcourt sat on the desk next to you, “Look, if there was anyone else, they’d be right there next to you, but sorry. Adrian’s it.”

You nudged her shoulder, “What about you? It’s 2022, a couple of wives aren’t as much of a sight anymore.”

She shook her head, “You know I have to—”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just kidding. You’ve gotta keep us all wrangled.”

You both laughed, but she looked at you in earnest with her brows furrowed, “You sure this isn’t gonna be a problem?”

“No, Em. I’ll make sure of it.”

And it wouldn't be a problem. Adrian was a dumbass, but he could do the job. You knew this in your bones, but your mind was never fully sure. Especially when his first instinct right now was to take a fucking bath.

You walked over to the room door and grabbed your suitcase, rolling it over to the coffee table and unzipping the aerial map you had of the room.

Holding it up to the light, you saw it shine brighter through a square in the paper, right where the coat closet was. You swung the door open to see a handful of wooden hangers and an ironing board. Hazarding a guess you stuck your hand behind the ironing board and felt blindly until your fingers hit a thin manilla folder. They plucked it out of the dark and you sighed with relief.

“Adrian, I got it.” You walked into the bathroom with the folder open, scanning the pages, “Alright. So the itinerary says—Jesus, fuck, are you naked?”

“I’m in the bath.” He was leaning against the sloped backing of the hot tub, arms outstretched over the edge to keep him from floating around in the water.

“It’s a hot tub, idiot. And do you know how many germs there are in those?” You held the folder against your brow ridge as you stared at the floor, “Can you just put something on, please?”

He groaned and you heard him sloshing out of the tub, muttering to himself about how he was “gonna take a shower after,” and, “everywhere has germs but everywhere doesn’t have jets.”

You stood there, tapping your foot until his bare feet made their way into your eyeline, “Okay. Better?” Slowly, you raised your gaze and saw the bottom of a white cotton robe.

“Much. Can we go over this now?”

Adrian gestured for you to take the lead, following you out of the bathroom and hopping onto the bed as you made your way to the couch.

“Hit me.”

You spread the contents of the folder out on the coffee table. Itinerary, profiles on the target’s entourage, a profile on the target himself, flight plans, potential room changes, master keys for your floor and the target’s floor, everything Economos gathered on the target all compiled into a neat little guidebook.

“Okay. Stauder is landing at a private airstrip in Kingman, Arizona tonight just before 5:00, that gives us a two hour window before he actually gets to Vegas. But, his security will be waiting for him in the adjacent rooms when he gets here. According to Economos, they always fly directly into Vegas, and their flight lands at 5:47.”

Adrian slid off the bed and walked over to you, sitting down on the couch and leaning forward to examine the spread before him. “So once the cleaning crew is outta there, we’ll have maybe an hour to get in and get out before they show up.”

“Right, and Stauder is bringing in his first guests tomorrow morning so we need the room secured by then. And he’s only at the Venetian for this week before he rounds up and takes everyone back to LA. We gotta get them all taken out or it’s mission failure, got it?”

He nods, and walks over to his luggage to take out a pair of jeans and a loose short sleeved button up, adorned with palm trees. “I’m still listening.” He turned his back to you and dropped the robe.

Your breath catches in your throat, and relief washes over you when you realize he had the wherewithal to put his boxer briefs on under the robe. Still, your gaze lingers as he pulls the jeans up and slides the buttoned shirt over his frame rather than unbuttoning it and going through all that fuss.

“So,” The task at hand catches up to you, and your eyes dart to your watch. You’ve got just over half an hour before you should be heading up to the room. “Allan Stauder. Former arms dealer, current mutant dealer. Gangs, terrorist groups, militias, he’s the go to guy when they need extra muscle in the form of a superhuman attack dog.”

Adrian plopped on the ground to put on fresh socks, staring up at you like you were telling the most interesting story he’d ever heard.

Harcourt had been brief on the details, keeping her explanation succinct. Allan Stauder was a bad guy, he was helping other bad people, and the team had a chance to take them all out in one fell swoop. Since the butterflies—though that was before your time—Harcourt had never led the team astray and you all trusted that she wouldn’t now. You were all more interested in the how of it all than the gritty details of the what.

But you had those details now, and Adrian was all in as you went through it together.

“Looks like he’s meeting with four different groups this week. Right now we need to worry about the ones coming in tomorrow. Rosella Ferreiro and her partner Simon Haas are meeting with Stauder tomorrow night, they run the fentanyl ring for the entire upper east coast. This is their first time meeting with Stauder, so if we intercept them beforehand, he should just think they blew him off. And Economos should be able to use facial recognition to follow them via security cameras. One thing I love about Vegas, they take their security seriously.”

Once he had his shoes on, Adrian was sitting down right next to you again. He laughed, and leaned in closer to read the profile on Rosella and Simon.

You pulled the profiles for the entourage, skimming through them and cross referencing the names with the provided itinerary. One thing Harcourt had emphasized was how punctual Stauder was, always the same times, just a different hotel with each visit. The occasional room change when he thought someone was onto him, flights cycled around several air strips within a two hour drive of Vegas. He was careful, but there was a method that could be followed if someone just paid close attention during his bimonthly trips to the city.

“Who else am I killing?” Adrian pushed away the paper he was reading, looking at the ones you had lined up in front of you.

“Okay. Vendel Klement runs a human trafficking ring out of Phoenix, his right hands are Ian Morrish and Cecelia Merchant. They fly in on Tuesday morning. And last but not least are Desmond Wagner and Arnaud McAdams, the heads of two domestic terrorist groups working out of Atlanta and Chicago. Those two are, apparently, acquainted. They’ve been spotted meeting with Stauder together on multiple occasions, and they both come in on Friday.

“Now, according to this, Stauder flies them all out to his main base in LA once he’s sure they’re legit. I guess this is something of a test? If you last the week, you get a superhuman employee? Wagner and McAdams have been seen with him the longest, so I guess there’s some sort of trust built up there. I don’t know. But if I’m right, we should wait to take them and Klement’s crew out until they’re all together. Stauder might get suspicious otherwise. But, as long as we do our jobs, they’ll all be dead by next Sunday.”

You looked again at your watch, it was just about time to go.

Adrian hopped up, swiping the master key and going to grab his backpack. He rifled through it to pull out several small mics, shoving them in his pocket and offering an arm, which you took after shaking out all your nerves.

You knew you could do the job, you’d been doing it for at least a decade now. And sure, you’d been shot once, stabbed a couple times, and even waterboarded, but that was nothing compared to the paralyzing panic you felt at the start of every mission. Everything that happened during, well, that was part of the job. Whatever cuts, scrapes, bruises, and scars you got were just a reminder that you were doing the job. And when they healed, it was because you’d finished a job well done. But this? Standing in the doorway at the precipice of a new challenge, a new monster, a new potential failure?

That didn’t feel like the job. It felt too close to normal life. Crossing the point of no return on a decision that would put you in a solid track that couldn’t be changed from that moment on. Like the moment before you plunge into cold water, like the shock of the water has already taken hold before it ever touches your skin. That was this moment. There, with your arm in Adrian’s, about to plant mics in the hotel room of the next person you were meant to kill.

It’s not like you really had a choice. This was the job, sure, the job you’d agreed to do. But still, that logic couldn’t stop the earworm that kept reminding you that you could turn around. Could give up, and go home. Despite the fact that it would disappoint the team, despite the fact that what you were doing was fundamentally good. That point of no return always set you alight with a feeling that was unlike anything you’d felt before. Like tiny hands gripping tight to every single one of your nerves, holding you down, gluing your body in place.

You looked up at Adrian, trying to keep that panic from showing on your face.

He leaned down to you before opening the door, and whispered, “Hey. We got this.”

Fuck, if Adrian could read the panic on your face, everyone else would too. You just needed to take the step. Just open the door. Walk out. Do the job.

He reached in front of you and grabbed the door handle, opening it for you and pulling you out with him.

“So, what do you wanna get for dinner, babe? I’m starving from traveling, there’s a nice diner style restaurant about half a mile from here. We could take a nice walk down the strip, I don’t really feel like driving.”

Adrian guided you down the hallway, and you felt your nerves subsiding. You leaned into his touch, “Yeah, that sounds really good. I could definitely go for a burger right now.”

The two of you approached the elevator, and he laughed as he pressed the button, “Mm, my stomach is rumbling.” He patted his stomach and hit the button for the 30th floor.

The elevator jolted up, and you watched the numbers climb as you got closer and closer. The feeling of the elevator carrying your weight alleviated your nerves and you felt yourself shifting away from that panic and into mission mode. You squeezed Adrian’s arm when the elevator dinged, the door opening to an empty hallway.

This time you led the way, pulling Adrian along down the winding hallways until you reached Stauder’s room. You threw your arms around his neck and feigned playfulness, as though you two were just eager to get into the room that was definitely yours.

He reached behind him blindly with the key, and fumbled with the door until you two practically fell in. Adrian shut the door with his foot, and you two broke apart when he pulled a few mics from his pocket to give to you.

You made your way to the bathroom, looking for the built in tissue dispenser that was on the side of the counter. You reached a hand in and stuck the mic in the corner.

The other mics were placed around the room at your discretion, Adrian just stuck them where you told him to. Behind the foot of the couch, on the bar that held up the curtains, on the back of the safe in the closet, everywhere you usually put them when you needed to listen in on a target.

Neither of you thought it took that long, but when you two left the room, you saw Stauder’s security rounding the corner just as the door shut.

Adrian looked at you with mild panic behind his eyes, but you threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips together before either of you could give anything a second thought.

His arms wrapped around your body, following your lead as you turned so he was pushing you against the door, pretending to fumble with the door handle and giggling when you did.

It was a bit surprising how good of a kisser he was, how his mouth moved instinctually with yours, tongues sliding against each other as the kiss deepened and deepened. His free hand pressed harder into your back, squeezing your bodies together as he knocked the door handle with his hand, having given up on looking like he was trying to get in the door.

You were getting lost in the kiss when someone clearing their throat next to you shocked you out of the moment.

There were two burly men standing there, dressed in black t-shirts and blue jeans.

Adrian waved a dismissive hand at them and moved his head to catch you in the kiss again, “We’re busy, thanks.” He mumbled against your mouth.

“You lovebirds got the wrong room.” One of the men grunted, crossing his arms.

Adrian groaned, and pulled out of the kiss to look at the room number on the door, “Oh, fuck. Sorry fellas.” He grabbed you by the wrist and ran a few rooms down, making it a point to look at the door and wave at the guards, “It’s this one!”

He yanked you to his mouth by your shirt, tapping the door with the key card and getting you two inside, lips still together.

You were the one that broke the kiss when the door clicked shut, quick to check the room for occupants. It was empty.

Adrian had fallen against the door, sliding down to sit on the carpet, “Phew. Close one, huh?” He laughed, “Hey, you're a really good kisser.”

“Thanks, you weren’t that bad yourself.” You slid down next to him on the floor, “Now we just gotta wait here until…fuck knows.”

He looked at you, “We could play I Spy. I’ll go first…I spy with my little eye…something red.”

You shook your head in disproval, but played along anyway because what the fuck else were you to do for now?

After a few rounds, you stood up to take a peek out of the eyehole. The perspective allowed you to see both ways in the hallway, and it was barren.

“Okay, we’re good. But we gotta walk around to the elevator the other way because I don’t know how close a watch those guys are keeping.”

He tossed an arm around your shoulders and gave you a loving grin, “Lead the way, babes.”

You responded by wrapping your arm around his waist, fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt and keeping him close.

“I think maybe we should just order some room service, yeah? This place has to have burgers right?” He silently nodded in agreement and you leaned up on your tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek as an excuse to look behind you. No tail yet, but that didn’t mean you were totally in the clear. Those guards could be waiting for you at your actual room, or by the elevators. You didn’t let yourself calm down until you were back in your room on the tenth floor.

Adrian ran and jumped on the bed, falling on his back like a starfish, “That was exhilarating, I definitely worked up an appetite.”

You immediately pulled out your phone and shot Harcourt another text.

Settled into the room. It’s pretty fancy.

She responded a minute later with a thumbs up right as you were setting up the laptop that you’d pulled from Adrian’s backpack. Your phone buzzed with another text from her.

You guys get a chance to look out your balcony? View is great.

It meant she and Economos had been able to intercept the mic feed from the room. So not only was it on your laptop, they were also receiving live feed. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing that you and Adrian were no longer alone on this. Not that you ever had been truly alone, but now that feed was a palpable source that connected you and Adrian to the rest of the team. They were somewhere in the hotel, Adebayo and Chris in one room, Economos and Harcourt in another. Each pair was on different floors somewhere between the tenth and thirtieth.

You closed the laptop for now and took a look at your watch.

“We’ve got about an hour before Stauder gets here.” Adrian stole the words right from your brain, “So, about that room service?”

Laughing, you grabbed the menu from the coffee table drawer and walked over to the bed, diving and landing on your stomach above Adrian’s head.

“Yes, room service. Here. Take a look.” You pushed the menu into his hand, already having decided on a cowboy burger and fries the second you saw it on the list.

Adrian ran a finger down the pages, looking through it at least three or four times before he stabbed at an item with his finger.

“Got it. Coconut shrimp and eggplant parmigiana. You want me to call?”

You gestured a “go ahead” to him, and he picked up the phone by the bed, eyes darting between the number on the menu and the buttons on the phone, “Plug in phones, who knew?”

He smiled at you as it was ringing, and you heard a faint “Room service.” from the speaker.

“Hi, yeah, can we get a cowboy burger, garlic truffle fries, coconut shrimp, and eggplant parmigiana sent up to room 1034? Oh! And two milkshakes, one chocolate, one chocolate with raspberry. Yeah, yeah, you can charge it to the room, sure. Twenty minutes? Okay, that’s fast! Thank you!” He hung up the receiver and looked at you, “They say it’s gonna take twenty minutes. You like chocolate raspberry milkshakes, right? I remember you ordering that a few times when we’ve been out with the team.”

You stared at him with a smile, reaching over to push him over by the shoulder, “Wow, look at you. Such an attentive husband.”

He regained his balance on the bed, sitting straight up and laughing along with you.

“So, what’s the agenda for tonight?” Adrian said, getting up to sit on the couch.

You followed him, “Nothing, really. We can’t make a move until Ferreiro and Haas land, so tonight I guess we’ll just see what Stauder is up to in his room, see if there’s anything we’ve gotten wrong or plans that have changed.”

It was hard not to notice that your knees were knocking together with every move, both of you hunched over the laptop screen, staring at the flat soundwaves of each mic feed. Yeah, Stauder hadn’t arrived yet, so you fell back on the couch, clasping your hands together over your stomach and mentally pleading for the food to get there.

Until that point, it had been gas station sandwiches and continental breakfasts. The drive down had taken a total of seventeen hours, spread across two days. The hotel you’d stayed in was dingy at best, outright disease ridden at worst. It wasn’t until you had thrown yourself on the bed next to Adrian that you realized just how tightly your muscles were wound. And now, your stomach rumbling, the exhaustion of the trip and the panic of securing the room had caught up to you.

Both of you laid there on the couch, slumped down just waiting for that knock on the door.

But when it did come, both of you instinctively pulled out your concealed handguns and approached the door with caution.

“Room service!”

You put your hand on Adrian’s, signaling that you intended to go first and look out the peephole.

Distorted by the perspective was a bean pole looking employee, pulling at his collar and rolling his eyes. You turned your head to Adrian and nodded as you put your gun away. He followed suit, quick to step next to you and slide a hand into yours.

He pulled the door open, moving out of the way for the boy to roll the cart into the room.

He rolled it to the coffee table and walked back over to where you two were standing, eyes flicking between you, “Anything else I can get ya?”

Adrian let go of your hand to pull a twenty from his wallet and slap it into the boy’s hand, “Nope. Thanks, Jeff.” He’d leaned forward to read the nametag, and Jeff seemed visibly pleased to have been referred to as an actual person for once.

Jeff nodded at him, muttering a thank you and stepping out of the room.

Adrian closed the door behind him and looked down at you with a grin, “Alright. Grub time!” He bounced over to the cart, flicking back the curtain to check for stowaways or cameras or whatever else could be stashed in the space. “All good, c’mon!”

You were quick to make your way to the cart as well, pulling off each metal cover to find your burger and fries sitting on a plate, steam winding up off the food.

“Shit, this looks good.” You grabbed the plate and set it on the coffee table, patting the seat next to you for Adrian, who moved back and forth between the cart and the table, setting down both of his plates, his milkshake, and then handing you yours. “Oh, thank you.”

“Sure thing, wifey.” He slid next to you, grabbing a shrimp and shoving it into his mouth, tail and all. “Fuck, that is good. Wanna watch a movie or something?”

You’d grabbed hold of your burger, and stopped it right before your open mouth, “Yeah, yeah, throw on whatever. I don’t care. I’m fucking hungry.”

He shrugged and turned on the television, flipping until he found some reruns of a sitcom he’d mentioned a few times.

You were too focused on the burger to pay attention. The first bite hit your tastebuds and you swallowed probably too fast, the half chewed food sliding coarsely down your throat.

The two of you sat there, not talking for a bit, as you dove into the food. Slurping down your shakes, picking off of each other’s plates, nodding at each other in agreement that everything was fucking delicious.

When the plates were getting pared down, you took a deep breath and nudged Adrian with your elbow.

“Hey, I meant to say thank you for earlier. When you kissed me outside Stauder’s room.”

Adrian gave you a wink, but really it was more of a blink, “You’re welcome.”

You laughed, “No, I mean, you were fast on your feet where I wasn’t. Thanks for saving our hide.”

He took a sip of his shake, waving you off, “Oh, please. It’s nothing. What kind of honeymoon would this be if we got murdered on the first day?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You tossed through the remaining fries, picking out the best looking ones to eat, before standing up to go wash your hands, telling Adrian from the bathroom, “Oof, I’m full.”

“I’m getting there!” He spoke with a full mouth. The coconut shrimp had been polished off almost immediately, and he was shoving the last few bites of pasta into his mouth, washing them down with what remained of his chocolate milkshake.

You walked over to the bed and climbed on, your head at the foot of the bed, laying on your stomach so you could lazily watch Adrian finish the rest of the food. He fell back against the couch, turning his attention to the television and laughing along with the canned audience.

After a few episodes, you weren’t feeling so full anymore, and Adrian was laying next to you on the bed, on his back with his head upside down off the edge of the bed.

“Y’know, I think for a honeymoon, the room should be a lot more messed up.” You let your gaze trail down Adrian’s body, and he lifted his head to look at you, head cocked.

“Why, from all the sex and stuff? I guess. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been on a honeymoon. Also I’ve never had sex in a hotel room. I don’t like the idea of room service coming in and rifling through the sheets.” He let his head fall back against the edge of the bed.

“That’s weird. We should probably mess up the room though, huh? Just in case, I don’t know. What if it’s suspicious or something?”

Rather than sitting up like a normal person, Adrian lifted his arms and slid off the edge of the bed, doing a sort of backwards somersault onto the floor. He sat on his knees, “Okay, we can mess up the room.”

He put his hands on the comforter underneath you and yanked, pulling them half of the bed—and you with them.

You caught yourself as you toppled, using Adrian’s shoulder to steady yourself next to him, also sitting on your knees. He moved to yank the blankets again and you grabbed his wrist to stop him, “No. Adrian. Jesus Christ, I forget who I’m talking to.”

Adrian stared at you as you pulled off your shirt and grabbed his hands, placing them on your chest. “We’re going to mess up the room, okay?”

He looked down at his hands, and the gears in his head clicked, “Oh. Oh. Well I should probably put up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, huh?” His hands were heavy on your breasts, and you shook your head.

“I already did it earlier when you were in the bathroom. Just kiss me.”

Something in him shifted in that moment—knowing that this was how you intended the night to go—and he darted to your lips, kissing you just as he had earlier. There was no tentativeness in the way he touched you, no warm up period, no hesitation. Once he knew you were in, so was he.

One of his hands left your breast to coil around your back and pull you into him. His other hand slid from where it cupped your breast to lower on your torso, fingers poking under the band of the bra so he could grab at your skin, his thumb running against your hardening nipple, as he kept kissing you.

Your hands slid into his hair, tugging the curly brown locks, surprised at how soft it was. It had always looked fluffy and soft, but having your hands knotted in it while your mouths were locked and his hands were sliding around your body was an entirely different sensation.

His fingertips on your back sent shivers down your spine, and he took a moment to pull the blankets all the way off the bed, lifting you onto his lap and wrapping them around your shoulders before diving back in to kiss you.

You straddled him under the warmth of the blanket, grinding against him as his lips made their way from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, dragging open mouthed all the way to where your jaw met your earlobe. He paused there to suck a small hickey, light enough that it would either fade by the time you were around anyone, and well placed so if it somehow didn’t, you could just hide it with your hair.

He continued dragging his lips around your skin, down your neck, leaving wet kisses in every spot that made you quake against him.

You moved a hand from his hair to his chest, pushing him down onto the floor and unbuttoning his shirt with the one hand. You flicked either side off of his chest, but not completely off his body, and ran your hand down his chest, underneath his pecs, and along the lines of his abdomen.

Of course, you had to know he was cut, but you’d never taken more than the odd second to admire his figure when you were checking him for cuts or making him strip to take a shower after being exposed to some weird hazardous material.

The sight of him now drove you almost embarrassingly wild. He was so hot, how had you never paid attention? You leaned down and dragged your tongue from his happy trail to between his collarbones, planting a kiss in the pit of his neck and feeling the groan that you’d drawn from his lips.

He responded by sliding your bra off your chest, a breathy moan falling from his lips when he saw your tits fall out of the underwear. “Holy fuck.” He whispered, bringing his mouth to your chest and alternating between your nipples, his tongue swirling around the taut skin until you were grinding harder against him, and your hands moved to unbutton his jeans.

You hovered above him as he slid the jeans down his legs, his boxer briefs coming along with them.

And, okay, you’d seen his dick earlier in the hot tub, it had been nothing to gawk at. Especially when you were trying to maintain an air of professionalism. It was a normal, average dick. But, apparently, Adrian was a grower.

His erection thumped against his stomach once it pulled from the release of his jeans, pink and thick and you wanted it filling you up now.

You fell over next to him, unbuttoning your jeans and yanking them off, throwing them without looking where they landed in the room.

Adrian rolled on top of you, pressing his lips against yours, the hot breath circulating between you two, making you dizzy. The feeling of his cock between your thighs certainly didn’t help, and you bucked your hips up against him, one hand on his lower back, guiding him against you, his head poking at your entrance.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and brought his ear close to your mouth, “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

The sound that he made was somewhere between a whimper and a whine, and he nodded against your neck, his tongue pressing against the pulsing vein that ran up the side, his lips closing around the wet spot he’d left to suck a deep red bruise into your skin.

He bit down on the skin as he pressed his cock into you, sliding it all the way in as you gasped into the open air, grip on his hair tightening.

As he fucked into you, he kept his head tucked into your shoulder, teeth sinking into the slope where your neck and shoulder met. His cock was pure, thick pressure in your cunt, each thrust driving your head harder and harder against the floor, body arching into his touch as much as you could with his weight on you.

Your bodies slid together as sweat slicked up between them, and he slid a hand up your torso, grabbing one of your tits, feeling the way it bounced with every thrust. Your hand moved from his lower back to his ass, fingertips pressing white spots into the skin and pushing him into you, more and more, keeping pace even as you lost your composure.

With your breath catching in your throat, you choked out moans and broken repetitions of his name. You could feel his hot mouth against your neck, the way he was biting his bottom lip to keep himself from screaming out moan after moan.

“A—Adrian, let me ride you.”

You felt him nod against your neck, and his arms wrapped around you as he rolled the two of you over, sliding down your sides to situate on your hips and hold tight.

Now it was he who was digging his head into the ground, thick white blankets framing his face. Framing the pained expression as he held on while you ground your hips against him, the feeling of his cock driving you to ride him faster and faster.

The sensation was maddening, and it was long before you’d lost rhythm and he decided to take over, the grip on your hips tightening further, holding you down as he bucked his hips up into you, again and again and again, his gaze locked onto your tits as they bounced up and down with every hard thrust.

One of his hands left your hip and slid up your back, grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you down into a kiss. He bit your lip, and you recoiled, spitting on his lips in retaliation.

He cocked his head, looking at you with the faintest smile touching the corners of his mouth. Without saying a word, he pulled you back down and fucked you harder, ignoring your pleas as you tried in vain to kiss him.

Instead, he held you by the neck and just stared into your eyes, as you struggled to keep it together. You screwed them shut, reaching blindly for his arms to grab as he fucked you to your finish.

“You’re almost there, yeah?”

His voice was languid, dripping in hot honey and fighting back his own whines.

You nodded, “U—uh huh.” The words were getting choked in your throat, and not a second later you were squirming in his arms, trying to press against him, trying to kiss him, trying anything to direct the orgasm that was making it hard for you to stay straight.

But he just held you there, by the neck, his hand sliding into your hair and tugging you back the more you tried to resist.

He was still fucking you as you were coming down from the orgasm, but he’d let you fall onto his chest, had pulled your mouth to his and was kissing you with broken, unfinished kisses until he, too, was spasming and whining into your neck.

“You can cum inside, Adrian. It’s okay, just—ah, God, just—just fuck me full of your cum.” You’d whispered right before, when he was trying and failing to ask you if that would be alright.

He took no time waiting once you’d said it was okay, hips and lips locking against yours as he came, expletives falling out, interrupted by the sound of your name on his tongue, interrupted by more cursing.

You’d be lying if you’d said that the way he choked out your name didn’t make you want to cum a second time, the whine from his throat sending shockwaves through your body as you rode him through his orgasm. You could feel his cum seeping out from between your legs as he finished with a few more cursory thrusts, small spasms in his body winding down until he was all heavy breathing and slow kisses against your mouth.

When you slid off of him, he kept you from fully leaving, so you were there laying half on his chest, half off, with his arms tight around you.

He laughed and gave you a little slap on the shoulder, “We consummated our marriage.”

You started laughing along with him until you were both a fit of giggles and laughter.

The moment was interrupted by a buzzing from the coffee table, and you both darted up to check the text. It was from Harcourt.

Had an early check in. Will be at brunch tomorrow morning.

Rosella and Simon were already here, which meant that your night was far from over.

You and Adrian looked at each other, thinking the same thing.

Well, fuck.

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athyathye · 3 years ago

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What if you wake them up in the middle of the night cause you wanna eat cereal with them...... rindou cause hes a menace,, and uhhh anyone you want :D

Midnight Snacks

Author’s note 📝: How'd you even come up with this lmao

Warnings ⚠️: Profanities!

(Rindou, Ran, Baji and Mikey)

Rindou :

“W-what?” He groggily spoke from his position on the bed. Grabbing your waist as your body was currently sitting on top of him. “I’m hungry, let’s go eat your brother’s cereal, he tried so hard to hide it-” “I’m going back to sleep now-” “Ah! C’mon!” You grabbed the hand that was reaching for his blanket, trying so hard to make him get up from the bed that you ended up falling along with him. “...tell me one good reason I shouldn’t break up with you right now” “Honestly, if you break up with me now...you’re gonna deal with the universe f*cking you up- like we’re literally perfect together-” “All right I get it, get to the cereal part” He finally stood up, running a hand through his hair as you hurriedly went to the Haitani household’s kitchen. Grabbing bowls and the hidden cereal box from whatever corner Ran had squeezed it on. “Wait this is actually good” He spoke after the first spoonful, grabbing the box from you to inspect the ingredients. “I’ll buy this instead, we’ll hide it at your house.” The morning after came, “RINDOU!!!!” Guess there was another thing you needed to hide at your house.

Ran :

“You did not just wake me up for some stupid snack.” The messy haired Ran spoke from under the blankets, having taken his hair out of his usual braids. His hair was akin to a bird's nest and you had to wonder, just how could he sleep so comfortably even with his hair uncomfortably resting on all parts of his body. “Come on! Come on!” You shook his body making him groan. “You can’t take me- damn it.” You resorted to dragging him by his ankles out of bed. He just let you of course, too tired to even make complaints. He contemplated sleeping on the floor seeing as though you had no plans on letting him go back to the room. While you set up, he leaned on the wall, hoping to get some proper sleep before he felt someone straddle his lap. “Come on, open up, my sleepy baby” you cooed, acting like a mother feeding it’s infant by adding ‘Choo! Choo!’ noises with the spoon. Annoyed, he instead grabbed the spoon, put it back on the bowl and drank the whole thing, as if there wasn’t any cereal inside. He then wiped off the excess milk that dripped from the side of his mouth “...You ate all my cereal…” “Sigh...can we please go back to sleep?” “Not after that one, you trying to seduce me or something? It’s not working. I was hungry-” “It’s 2 in the morning and I am close to losing my mind y/n.”

Baji :

Unsurprisingly, it was him you found sneaking out in the middle of the night. Though, he was so nonchalant as if he wasn’t even trying to hide it in the first place. He closed the door loudly, even opening it and closing it out loud one more time. Before heading towards the kitchen as if to annoy you. It wasn’t long before you joined, seeing as though he indirectly acted like he wanted you to. With a ruined sleep schedule and blanket you trudged your way to him. Seemed like he was cooking something based on the smell coming from the area...wait cooking?- You ran to the kitchen, already expecting a mess. Only to be met with Baji sitting on the table with a smile as he looked at you. “Finally! I’ve been waiting! You sleep like you’re hibernating or something…” “...Why are there two bowls and why is one filled with ramen while the other with cereal?” Baji then sweatdropped from your serious tone. Wondering if he should tell you the truth or not. “W-Well” “Spill.” “Baby~ You know how boring Mikey’s meetings are! I didn’t want to go-” “So you resulted in poisoning yourself…” “When you say it like that!” You sighed irritatingly. Walking towards him before grabbing the spoon he held in his hands, eating spoonfuls of the cereal before trying to grab the other bowl that Baji took away from you. “The hell are you doing!?!” “Exactly what you’re doing” You explained calmly. “No!” He exclaimed with a loud commanding voice. “If you’re going to be sick then so am I!!!” “I said no-”

Mikey :

Poor Mikey was hungry and sleepy at the same time. Though because he was cozy in bed, he immediately forgot his hunger and went to sleep. No doubt, he would eat the entire pantry tomorrow morning. But since you were there and was hungry as well, you took the liberty of waking him up in the middle of the night. Because. You were that fearless. Oh and because Mikey wouldn’t dare to hurt a single strand of your hair unless you were play-fighting. “Mikey...Mikey wake up!” you shook him again and again but to no avail. You tried shouting in his ear, still no response. Purposefully playing semi-loud music right beside him but still nothing. Giving up, you went to the Sano household’s kitchen. Fixing yourself up some good midnight cereal before walking back to his room. Sitting right beside his laying figure on the bed, you started munching on your snack. Mikey smelt the scent of food which caused him to wake up. Typical. Though, the poor boy was in a dazed state that he thought the smell was coming from you...and that you were candy. You saw him wake up, he was so cute that you tried to pat his head, only for him to bite it. “Mikey!” You slapped him, Alarmed and surprised, he sat up. Looking at you with very confused eyes before relaxing and laying on your chest “Feed me~” He yawned. So of course, who were you to say no?

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sparklysung · 4 years ago

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✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

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another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

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tommybaholland · 4 years ago

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when they’re needy for their s/o’s attention

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, kageyama, and nishinoya

kuroo

he walks into the room where he sees you diligently trying to read something in one of your textbooks

he smiles bc you’re so cute and hardworking

and he almost (almost) feels bad that he’s about to ruin it

he gets closer and observes that it’s more like you’re staring at the words on the page rather than reading them

“oh, there you are, lovely. do you have a minute?”

you look at him with a dropped expression, slumping over in your chair

“babe, you’ve been in here almost all day. i think it’s time for a break.”

you tell him about the huge chapter that you have to read, annotate, and generate several questions on by tomorrow

“please, baby? i just want to show you something. you can come back in here after if you want but i wanna show you what i’ve been working on.”

you halfheartedly agree and he takes you by the hand to lead you into your room

the first thing you see when you walk in is all the pillows removed from your bed, including your stuffed animals and squishmallows

they seemed to have migrated to the floor where there was a little awning of blankets which were held up by desk chairs

“here it is! it’s a cozy, little blanket corner and it’s the perfect size for two.”

you smile and laugh a little at the craftsmanship

he had obviously put some time into this

you feel his fingertips trace over your shoulders as he wraps his arm around you

“so i thought we could watch a movie as a little break and i promise i’ll make sure you get your work done before tomorrow but you don’t have to if you feel like you want to get it done now--”

you respond by simply hugging him tightly around his waist as you thank him, telling him you love it

he smiles earnestly as he pets down your hair and rubs your back

“of course, kitten.”

he feels smug but happy that his plan had worked

because he loves getting to spend care-free time with you

kenma

less about words, more about (wholesome) actions

and therefore he’s not very subtle about wanting attention

sits down next to you as you’re doing something for school and will pout like >:| when you don’t immediately greet him or acknowledge his presence

so he decides he has to resort to drastic measures

he’s a literal cat

bumps his forehead into your shoulder multiple times until you look at him

sometimes he’ll just simply rest it there and lean into you

you feel his little forehead bumps or the weight of his head on your shoulder

and you’re like, ‘what is it, ken’

again, he doesn’t speak, he just takes your hand and places it on top of his head

the silent signal that he wants you to play with his hair

it’s, without a doubt, one of the cutest things he does

he lays his head next to your thigh as you rub over the side of his head with one hand as you continue to try to work

he’ll try to slowly inch his head to rest in your lap

it’s beginning to hinder your work time, so you suggest that he go play a game or something

*sigh* “i want to lay with you...also i already played today.”

buries his face into your tummy as he hugs you around your hips

“i’ll help you finish whatever you need later but please, can you just do that thing with my hair? i like that.”

it’s that serious

and your only choice is to surrender

so you decide to stop what you’re doing and lean back, placing both your hands in his hair, letting strands slide through your fingers

you put little braids in it like he likes

he sighs contently at the feeling, as it gives him little tingles from his scalp all the way down his spine

akaashi

he’s very discrete about wanting attention

he’ll find you on the couch, working on something on your laptop

he gets you out of the work trance momentarily to greet and kiss you sweetly on the lips

he sits down close next to you and peers over your shoulder and asks you what you’re working on

he’s interested but has no idea what you’re talking about

“sounds...complex. do you need anything? or maybe want to take a little break?”

you know the ‘do you need anything’ is just his way of saying, “it’s my turn to have your attention.”

you shake your head and tell him that you’re almost finished

“okay. can i sit here with you, baby?”

you allow him under one condition

“no, i won’t distract you. i promise.”

that promise doesn’t go very far as he inches closer to you and tries to fit himself behind you, nudging his shoulder behind yours

you eventually ask if he wants to sit behind you

he smiles softly, “yes, please. i’d like that.”

you shift around and get comfy with him now sitting behind you

“just relax and lean into me, babe. there we go. do you mind if i...play with your hair?”

even though you can tell he wants your attention, consent is still at the top of his priorities

(which makes him the sweetest boy)

fools with your hair for a bit until he brushes it all to one shoulder

“is it okay if i..kiss your neck a bit?”

it’s getting harder to concentrate with the feeling of his feather light kisses on your skin, but luckily you only have a few sentences left to write

you feel him pressing closer to you and you ask him what he’s doing

“i’m just wrapping my arms around you and holding you, baby.”

he sits quietly for a bit, holding you tightly around the waist as you finish up your assignment and close your laptop

“oh, you’re finished? do you wanna... finish that show and cuddle now?”

you nod and he grins, “yeah? okay. now, can i have a kiss?”

kageyama

this man is not known to be a master communicator alright

doesn’t really know how to express his feelings verbally :’(

so he generally tries to hide when he wants your attention

but then hinata shows him the ‘i want the cuddles’ tiktok

and at first he cringes and thinks it’s gross

“i bet your poor s/o must wish they had a boyfriend who would do that!”

“shut UP you turd licker! you’re just jealous that i’m actually in a relationship, unlike YOU >:P”

but in the back of his mind, he wishes he could be the one to do that for you

fortunately you make it very easy for him

you’ll be reading a book and he’ll come sit close to you and just kinda stare at you

you feel it on you and you ask him if everything’s okay

“what? ye- yeah, i’m fine.”

you grin, knowing something’s up and ask if he wants to be held

“no, actually-- i, uh, just, um, i wanted to hold you this time? if that’s okay?”

you’re like, ‘of course it’s okay!!’ but first you finish reading the page of your book that you’re on

once you’re done and the book is officially put down, you ask him where he wants you

he’s visibly nervous and doesn’t know how to say it so he just opens up his arms

you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him close to you and he leans back so you’re resting on his chest

his arms wrap around you and the one plays with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips occasionally brushing your skin

he lets out a content sigh at the pressure from you being on top of him

you ask him if it’s okay for him

“yes, thank you.”

he loves that he has someone as patient as you

nishinoya

in terms of level of discreteness, he’s at the bottom out of these boys

honestly will attack you if you’re not doing anything

but you’ll usually hear him before you see him so you’re prepared for the impact

he literally yells and practically jumps at you when he sees you anywhere so you’re pretty used to this very ‘noya display of affection’

and it’s no different when you’re alone

except he tries to be not as loud, especially when it looks like you’re doing something important

“hey, my sweet and gorgeous-- oh, look at you working hard. sorry, i’ll be quiet.”

he’s someone who’s the type to annoy you every five seconds, even in a quieter voice

and he asks about a million questions

“what are you doing?”

“what does that mean?”

“why do you have to do it like that?”

“haha! sounds like that time me and tanaka had to study for our english final.”

“okay, sorry, i’ll let you do your work.”

but this boy can literally not sit still either and has to change his position on the couch every minute or so

you eventually decide to get up from your seat, wanting to move to the desk where you know you’ll probably get more work done

“hey, where are you going? come back here!”

and you’re like, ‘i love you but..’

“well, maybe if you held me in place, i wouldn’t move around so much!”

you knew exactly where this was going, looking unamused

“aww, c’mon sweetheart.”

and then he starts making that ‘psppspsps’ sound like you do with cats, as if it’s going to get you to willingly go back over to him

“yeah, you’re my cat now. hahahahaha”

you just ignore him and that’s when he gets whiny, very whiny and pouty and kinda dramatic

“c’monnnnnnnnn ughhhhhhhh. please, babyyyyyyyyy i need your cuddles or i’m gonna dieeeeeeee.”

at this point, you’d just give in but there are days were you can ignore him long enough to miraculously get your work done

“are you finished yet-- oh, you are? yay!”

will either sit in your lap or pull you into him to attack your face with kisses

“let’s go get something to eat! are you hungry? i’m starving.”

hope we’re having fun on this haikyuu night! got any requests??

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo headcanon #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma headcanon #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi headcanon #kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #kageyama headcanon #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya headcanon #tommybaholland

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lacheri · 4 years ago

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11:29 PM, 4/20

pairing: stoner!Eren and fem bodied reader

content: smoking/drugs, dumbification, finger fucking, penetration, porn without plot, minors DNI

summary: eren's been trying to fuck you for years now, and he's got a different angle to play at this time. all it takes are a few pretty words and free weed.

wc: 3.5k

notes: happy 4/20 lmfao i wrote this in two hours and i'm posting this unedited and half asleep

‘Rolling up, you sliding through?’

Your phone illuminated brightly against your face as you held your phone above you, your bed’s soft comforter brought up to your chin. You bit your lip, contemplating Eren’s invitation. Your eyes glanced to the clock in the corner of your phone screen, blinking a couple of times. ‘11:29 PM’ it read back.

‘Pleaaaase, 4/20 is almost over ):’ Eren had resorted to double texting, and you sighed, his battle easily won. You tried to believe it was fought hard, but you knew perfectly well that you were wrapped around Eren’s pretty little finger. He called, you answered. Simple as that.

‘I want a blunt all to myself for this Jaeger. I’m literally in bed right now’ you typed back quickly, clicking the off button on the side of your device, begrudgingly throwing your blanket off your body as the heat escaped. You gazed down at your attire, sweatshirt and sleep shorts bundled up to your form, and you sighed once again. Eren was going to have to accept you like this, because there was absolutely no way in Hell that you could fathom throwing on real clothes this late at night.

‘What’re you wearing? Send pics’

‘Eren I’m LITERALLY!!! On my way to your house right now’. This boy was going to be the death of you, or at least whatever brain cells you had left.

Fuzzy pink slides adorned on your feet, hair thrown up in the messiest ‘neat’ bun you could manage, you pocketed your keys and wallet. You grabbed your bookbag in the corner of your room full of paraphernalia, knowing well by now that Eren was too lazy to buy bongs or bowls, and made your way out of your home, locking the front door on your way out. You hit the unlock button on your car, throwing the bag in the passenger seat and set out for your late night journey.

It wasn’t uncommon for your best friend to hit you up so late, in fact it was Eren’s peak hours for hanging out. He never genuinely inconvenienced you, just an annoyance because every single time you got that invite text or call, your head would have just hit the pillow beneath you, sleep on the horizon. Traffic was the best at this time too, you would reason on the way there, virtually no cars on the road, turning your usual twenty minute ride into a ten minute one.

When you rolled up Eren’s driveway, you could see the dark red lights of his bedroom through the upstairs window on the front of the house. You picked your phone out of your pocket, texting a quick ‘I’m here’. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and climbed out of your car. By the time you made it to his front door, Eren was swinging it open, a goofy smile on his face.

“Just us tonight?” you asked, referring to the lack of cars in the driveway as you glided through the entryway.

“Yeah, feeling greedy. We haven’t hung out just us in awhile,” Eren smirked, leaning back and letting his eyes travel down your spine as you slid by him. He reached and pulled the door closed, locking it quickly and following quickly behind you.

You spent most of your nights here, knowing the pathway to Eren’s room. You jogged up the stairs, oblivious to Eren’s eyes trained in on your bouncing ass in your loose fitted shorts. His bedroom door was wide open, and you navigated over clothes thrown haphazardly on his floor to his unmade bed. You bounced as you sat down, hitting the mattress with your full weight and unzipping your bag, picking out your favorite bowl. Eren lifted the corner of his mouth, clearly amused at how at home you had made yourself.

“Comfy?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice as he joined you on the bed, rolling tray and jar of bud in hand.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyeing Eren’s hands as they set quickly to work. His grinder sat on the bed behind him, and after picking out a few clusters of green from the jar, he reached behind him and popped the top off, going through the motions of getting prepped for the smoke session. “What’d you do today?”

Eren shot you a dumb founded look, “It’s 4/20, what do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your hands up in surrender, “Just making a joke, asshole.”

He chuckled, extending his hand out so you could pass him your bowl, packing it not long after. Eren looked around his mattress for a lighter, eyebrows drawn together as he couldn’t find one. You smirked then, extending the black lighter you had packed in your bag, and Eren smiled gratefully. He flicked the lighter once it was in his possession, pointer finger resting over the choke as he placed the pipe to his lips, inhaling deeply as the fresh green turned to ash. He lifted his long finger off the choke hole, removing the pipe as he held the smoke in for a few seconds, eyes instantly glazing as he exhaled.

Eren was one of those smokers that the second he had a hit of weed, it was written all over his face that he was high, even if he wasn’t. When Eren picked up the habit in highschool, his parents knew instantly what the boy had been doing during his “study sessions” with his friends. Now that he was an adult and moved out of his childhood home, Eren was pretty free in his indulgences, no longer carrying around eye drops to try and help him appear as innocent as possible.

After his second hit, Eren passed you back your bowl and lighter, coughing lightly as he exhaled, “What about you? What’d you do today?”

“Not much, spent all day watching documentaries and smoking my vape,” you laughed lightly, positioning the pipe to your own lips.

Eren’s eyes drank in the sight of your pretty plump lips as they wrapped around the tip of the pipe, fingers copying his as you bent your finger over the choke. The lighter ignited after a single flick, warm colored flames illuminating your face. It was like Eren was watching you in slow motion, but it was always like that with you, even when he wasn’t high. He could see the fire in your eyes as they focused downwards to your actions, and Eren felt his mouth go dry. You pulled the bowl away, making eye contact with him as the smoke exited your lips, licking your face as it traveled towards the ceiling on your exhale.

The two of you made small talk as you passed the bowl back and forth, Eren making a face once the bud was dead. He packed another bowl, repeating the rotation until that one was dead. The two of you thoroughly fried, he put the pipe on his bedside table and leaned his back against the wall by his bed. You mirrored him, resting your head on his broad shoulder as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

“We should make edibles this weekend,” you suggested, fingers playing with the drawstring of your hoodie. “Maybe invite the group over and get zooted and play a game or something.”

“Zooted?” Eren snorted. “I haven’t heard that word in years, grandma.”

You shot Eren a glare, which he began to laugh at, “I’m hip, okay? Zooted is making a comeback.”

“Stop trying to fit in with the youth, Myrtle,” he teased, wrapping his arm around your waist to tuck you into his side. “Man, if I was only 50 years older.”

You lightly elbowed his side, “You wish you could bag 70 year old me. I’m a fucking catch.”

“I wish I could bag you period,” Eren confessed, probably for the hundredth time of you knowing him. “How come you’ve never let me take you out?”

“Because, you’d just fuck and dump me and then I wouldn’t have a plug anymore,” you pouted, purposefully snuggling in closer.

“Is that what you really think?” he asked seriously, positioning his neck to the side so he could look down at you.

You looked up, centimeters apart from his face, “That’s what you did with all the other girls.”

“But you’re my best friend,” Eren frowned, taking his hand and pushing your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn't do that to you.”

“Don’t know if I wanna’ really find that out,” you smiled sadly.

“C’mon, let me prove it to you,” Eren licked his lips. “Fuck me, right now, and I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

You felt a pulse in your pussy suddenly, gulping spit down as you broke the eye contact, “I don’t know ‘Ren. We’ve been friends since highschool, what if it makes things weird?”

“You can’t look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you’ve never thought about it, about us,” his voice was a hare above a whisper. “Because I think about it all the time. ‘Is why I hit you up all the time, I like you stupid, I always have.”

This confession was so different from all the other ones. Eren was practically begging to let him in between your legs on a weekly basis, ever since you had met him. Never once had he been this honest though, so genuine sounding about his feelings. He had a point as well, you thought about being with him all the time. You were always at his house or going out somewhere together, you spent all your free time with him, of course you would have feelings for Eren.

“If,” you started, your eyes blinking rapidly as you returned your gaze to his red ones. “I say yes, and things are weird after, we’re going to pretend like this never happened and we go back to being friends.”

“Deal.”

Eren’s lips crashed into your’s, any and all hesitation rolling off your body as you eagerly returned his kiss. His other arm circled you, bringing you in somehow even closer to him as your hands grabbed both of his cheeks, feeling the flex of his jaw as you smashed your lips together. Eren’s hand traveled under the hem of your sweatshirt to the small of your back, guiding you to sit in his lap. Legs on either side of his hips, your tongues slipped through the both of your lips, meeting in the middle.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was Eren, but the throbbing in your cunt only expanded as Eren smoothed his hands all over the middle of your torso. They traveled up to the swell of your breasts, free from a bra, cupping both tits in his large hands. His thumbs slid and teased your nipples, hardening instantly under his touch. You arched your back, pushing your chest into his palms even more, your hips flicking as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers.

You both moaned into each other’s mouths at the roll of your hips, feeling Eren’s dick harden fast underneath your clothed center. Eren had been wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants, leaving not much to the imagination while he was in this state. You felt his lips scrape against your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently. He released it, a string of saliva linking to the two of you together.

“I’ve been imagining this for forever,” Eren’s eyes were glazed and deep red when you met his gaze. “I just never thought this would happen.”

“I’ve been wanting you too,” you admitted, your dirty little secret exposed.

He smirked at your confession, hands still toying with your breasts. Silencing you once more with his passionate kiss, he moved his hands downwards and to your back until he met the waistband of your shorts. He easily slid under the hem, gripping your ass in his palms, kneading and spreading you apart. You felt your pussy flutter, the indirect contact sending you into a deep pit of arousal, your senses heightened greatly.

It was like Eren could read your mind, and his fingers traveled to your spread cunt over his lap, running a finger over your slit over your panties. You whined, pressing your hips down to achieve a greater pressure from his hand, in turn allowing your wetness to seep through the cotton of your panties. Eren chuckled against your lips, reading your body language loud and clear. He pushed the fabric aside, allowing his knuckles to brush directly into your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he spread your arousal around your vulva. When his thumb bumped against your clit, you felt your patience snap entirely.

“‘Ren, need your fingers, now,” you panted, eyes half lidded as his kiss traveled to the underside of your jaw.

“You got it, baby girl,” he hummed into your skin. There was no resistance as he pushed his middle finger into your opening. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked. This all for me?”

You couldn’t find your voice, nodding and whining out as he pumped his single digit into your pussy. His touch was slow, deliberate, trying to memorize every single ridge and flutter of your walls as you pulsed around him. Eren’s mouth was dry, dick hard and throbbing, completely lost in the feeling of you sucking his finger in deeper. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that his cock would be replacing his fingers soon, finally fucking you like he had imagined for years now.

His middle finger dared to pull out, and you let out a desperate whine, thinking that was his plan. You gasped in relief and pleasure as his ring finger pushed past your entrance, clenching tightly on his fingers. Eren found solace in this, perceiving your flutters as permission to go finger fuck you at an ungodly pace. He positioned his wrist as a more comfortable angle, and his fingers pumped inside of you at the speed of light.

Your eyebrows came together, mouth hanging open as you squeaked and whined, Eren’s other hand finding purchase on your jaw. He squeezed your cheeks together lightly, forcing your lips to pout as he maintained direct eye contact with you. His own lips hung open, and you could see your reflection in his blown out pupils. It only enticed you more, you looked heavenly. Eren couldn’t have worded it before himself if you had verbalized this, whole heartedly agreeing with you.

“You’re so tight,” Eren groaned out, his hand leaving your chin and slipping two fingers in between your lips. “Suck, baby.”

You did as you were told, Eren’s fingers slowing to fuck up into roughly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your tongue circled around his knuckles, lips vibrating on his fingers as your moans were silenced. Eren was thoroughly enjoying himself, seeing you completely under his control like this. You were putty in the palm of his hands, literally.

He slid his fingers out of your cunt so suddenly, feeling the gush of your arousal against your inner thighs as his hand left your shorts. His other hand fell out of your mouth, moving back to your jaw as you felt the wetness of your spit spread across your face. Eren brought the hand he was fucking you with to his own mouth, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him sucking your pussy juices off of his fingers.

“Delicious,” he cooed after he pulled them from his lips. “Just like I always imagined.”

You took this as your opportunity to remove some of your clothing. You tugged your hoodie over your head, tossing it on the floor. Eren followed suit, removing his own white t-shirt and reattaching his lips to yours. You tasted hints of yourself, not at all repulsed, in fact the exact opposite. You tasted sweet, tart but sweet.

You pushed yourself away from Eren, scooting off his lap in order to tear off your shorts and panties. Eren mirrored you, almost ripping his pants and boxers off as he slid them past his thighs and ankles to the floor. He remained in his seated position, eyes swirling and fingers twitching at his sides as he watched your crawl back to him. You placed a sloppy kiss to his lips before turning your body around, placing your feet on the mattress on either side of his lap. Sat in a full crouch now, you grabbed Eren’s cock, pumping him a few times with both of your hands in a screw motion. He moaned from behind you, his own hands gripping your ass cheeks to support your frame.

You guided Eren to your hovering pussy, teasing your clit, soaking him in your dripping heat. He cursed underneath you, his right hand moving to your hip as you lowered yourself on his length. Eren groaned loudly as the feelings of satisfaction and relief flowed through his body, his own heightened senses taking over. You moved to rest on your knees when you felt Eren bottom out inside of you, a string of moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You arched your back and Eren leaned back more, eyes stationed on your beautiful round ass.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he ran a hand up to the back of your head, untangling your messy bun so your hair fell free down your back. “C’mon baby, bounce on my dick.”

You lifted your hips, slamming down to his pelvis urgently. It was so overwhelming, the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim making your brain empty. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open dumbly as drool coated the swell of your lips. You bounced again, and Eren yanked your hair back as he watched your pussy stretch around him, close to snapping and drilling into you as he saw the creamy ring form around his base. You were a moaning mess, unable to think clearly as your body took over. Pushing all your weight into your knees and palms resting on Eren’s thighs, you fastened your pace, ass bouncing every time Eren’s fat tip brushed up against your cervix.

You felt the sharp sting on your cheek and heard the resounding slap of his hand on your right cheek, tears springing to your eyes, “Fuck, Eren, you feel so good.”

Taking your hips into his strong hands, Eren was finally at his brink as he thrusted hard up into. You yelped, letting yourself go limp as he slammed into your cunt at a dangerous pace. He was in full control now, fucking you into a stupor.

Your hand left it’s home of his thigh, traveling to your aching center to rub your clit. Eren’s position was perfect, rubbing the underside of his shaft against your g-spot. When you opened your eyes, you could see his toes curling, legs flexing and twitching. He wasn’t going to last long, your pussy putting him under a spell. You circled your clit with your pointer and middle fingers, throat raw from all the noises escaping you. All you felt was Eren, all you could hear was Eren, he was filling your entire being up, replacing any and all thoughts they may have lingered in your brain.

“Gonna’ cum,” you whined, fingers moving even faster.

“I’m so fucking close, fucking cum baby,” Eren growled, thrusts desperate and becoming irregular.

You stilled above him, a breathless scream heaving from your throat as you gushed around him. Your pussy clenched so tight, and Eren couldn’t hold back. Because as empty as your brain was, Eren was in the exact same state as he shot his thick load into you, filling your tight cunt up with his cum. You milked his cock, walls convulsing in your mind blowing orgasm. Black spots appeared in your vision when you realized you had forgotten to breathe, you took a deep gasp of air.

You were a panting, sweaty mess hovering over him. Eren was in awe, watching beads of his white seed leak out of your center. He’d worry about the consequences when his brain could comprehend what had just happened, but for now, the deep primal urge of filling you up was sedated. Eren didn’t think he could’ve imagined fucking you for the first time any better than this. And when you finally lifted your hips to release him, he felt a wave of sadness, your beautiful pussy no longer surrounding him.

“Did you, oh my God, Eren,” you lifted your hand in front of you, seeing the creamy white of his cum smeared on your fingers. “You came inside of me?”

“Sorry, baby,” he caught his breath as you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning, promise.”

“I’m on the pill, but still,” you huffed, letting the anger leave you as you realized Eren would take responsibility. “You didn’t know that.”

Eren laughed without humor, “Oh well, at least I know for next time. Now c’mere, wanna’ hold you while I roll a blunt.”

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@justadreamyhufflepuff: GSJSVSKSBSJD BABY CONGRATS- CAN I PLEASE GET A 🎠 -> Harry potter + soft love + fluff + prompts 9, 10, 32, 42 from prompt list 1. || for my 300 followers celebration

Prompts:

9. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

32. “Make a wish!”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Moving into your new house with Harry.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff but with slight and subtle mentions of sexual activities + let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: omg yay harry fluff :DDD ok sorry go ahead btw this hasn’t been proofread yet mbad

After years of setting things up, they could finally move into their house. Of course, there were some parts of it that still needed fixing but they’ll eventually work it out. Right now, they wanted to bask in the comfort and triumph of their own house.

“Got your key?” said [Y/N], holding out her own key. She had already attached a duck keychain to it.

“Got it,” replied Harry, showing her his own. They both sniggered at his ridiculous bathtub keychain, which looked undeniably out of place but she was glad for it nonetheless. See, she had bought it years ago when they first talked about getting a house. “Will you do the honors?”

“You know, we could easily Alohomora the heck out of this bas —”

“Do the honors,” he teasingly urged, poking her on the waist where her tickle spot was and she recoiled. “Do it, [Y/L/N].”

“Ha! I’m Potter now, too. Ergo you’re not so special anymore,” she said as she marched up the raised porch. It was a lovely sight indeed — she could already imagine inviting the others to come over: roasting marshmallows either here or at the backyard and such. She giddily walked towards the door. This is it, she thought. “Wait, this is unfair. You carry me as you open it so I’ll be like a pretty wife.”

“That you are,” said Harry as he scooped her up into his arms. She let out a whoop of approval, patting his cheek as he put the key in and swung the door open.

All their boxes were on the floor already, with a lot more scattered all over the house. “Ooh, this is a lot of work. Wanna sleep it off?” she yawned, kicking some boxes aside on her way to the stairs. “What, you gonna protest, Mr. Potter?”

“Not at all, Mrs. Potter,” said Harry, and they both stopped and looked at each other, eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the name. “Mrs. Potter.”

“Does it sound a bit weird to you? I mean, no offense. I mean, I’ve waited for this half of my life but — you know?

“Yeah, like, [Y/N] Potter,” he said again, making arm gestures as if parting a curtain. She started to laugh. “I see what you mean.”

“You look like a . . . getching shooba driver but on land,” she said with a yawn.

“A what?” This time, Harry was the one stifling his laughter.

“Glitching scuba diver on land,” spat [Y/N], taking off her jacket. When she saw he’d been eyeing her with a dazed expression on his face, she made a show of getting off her right jacket sleeve with a suggestive smile on her face. “Wait, uh, can’t get it off. Sweat, I think. Help?”

“Will do, will do,” said Harry, approaching her and reaching out to pull it off her with a tight smile in an awful attempt to keep his laughter.

“Whatever. Can we sleep now, please? Where’s our bed again?”

“There,” he pointed somewhere in the kitchen room.

“I thought our room was upstairs?”

“Our room is upstairs, the bed is here.”

“Why would that be the ca—oh, no. D’we really have to assemble it?” she whined. They had to travel by Muggle transportation due to issues with the Floo network and they wanted to minimize suspicion, and the it was finally taking its toll on their entire energy: [Y/N]’s back was cramping from the long ride, Harry’s head was already hurting like hell. To make matters worse, neighbors were peeking through their windows so they had to go inside immediately.

“No, we can just bring the mattress up and assemble it all tomorrow, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a moan, tossing the jacket on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, are we — ?” He shrugged hesitantly.

“No! I mean, do you want to? Now?”

“Do you?” The two chuckled nervously. They were standing there for probably around half a minute or one when the doorbell dinged and the two of them jumped. [Y/N] volunteered to get it.

A woman younger than her for about a year stood in front of her doorstep when she swung the door open, carrying a tiny baby probably about a few months old in her arms. [Y/N] managed a friendly smile as she wiped away a drop of sweat from her forehead.

“Hi, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Karolina Martin. I live right across and I brought you something!”

“The . . . baby?” [Y/N]’s shoulders tensed as she thought about this over an over until she realized that was highly unlikely.

“No! You’re hilarious, though. I like you. I actually came here to give you” — the woman put down a bag she hung over her shoulder down on the floor — “this.”

Inside was a basket with a bottle of what [Y/N] could only assume was fine wine or champagne or whatever it was couples with a number of chocolates and cookies inside. She realized with a start there was also a pot inside.

[Y/N] laughed, holding up the pot. “Funny, because we’re Potters?” she asked, setting it back down again.

“You are?” Karolina said, impressed. “So which do you suggest I should start with first? Stoneware or earthenware? Ooh, what about fire clay?”

It took a few seconds before [Y/N] realized the direction of the conversation. “Oh! Well, heh, not that kind of potter.”

Karolina flinched, eyeing [Y/N] with suspicion. “You smoke — ?”

“No! Not that kind of potter. We don’t smoke po—Sorry, that’s on me, I should have clarified. I’m [Y/N],” she said. Karolina still looked confused. Composing herself, she managed a tight smile. “[Y/N] Potter.”

“Oh! Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry!” Karolina chuckled. “I was a bit confused, I’m really sorry. I haven’t met someone around here about my age.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the welcoming gift, by the way. I just moved in with my . . . husband.” It still sounded surreal to call Harry that way, but she liked it all the same. Her eyes fell on the chubby little kid.

“Right! This is baby Sydney, she’s turning six months old next week. Would be really nice if you and your husband could come — and kid or kids, if you have some?” Maybe it was the coos the baby made or her adorable eyes and hints of two teeth growing, but [Y/N] felt intimidated by the little kid. She was bigger than she thought babies would be. Is this what she’d push through her bottom? She shuddered. “Do you . . . want to hold her?” asked Karolina, oblivious to the thoughts going on in [Y/N]’s heads.

“Listen, I’m really grateful you stopped by but we’re kinda tired. I’m so, so, sorry! Thank you a lot for these stuff. We’ll definitely come by next week — me and Harry, just Harry and me.” [Y/N] chuckled nervously again, smiling at the baby.

“I totally understand. Me and Joey were also very tired when we first moved in, hence Sydney.” Karolina laughed. [Y/N] simply chimed in the laughter as well, not wanting to jeopardize a newfound friendship over a joke. “Have a lovely evening, [Y/N]. I’ll see you around!”

When she shut the door with the bag over her shoulder, she jumped in fright at the sight of Harry just behind the door with an amused grin on his face. “What?” said [Y/N] as she rubbed her eyes.

“Husband?” he mused. When she shot him a glare saying not to push it further, he resorted to giggling. “Sorry, my wife.”

“Shut up, Harry,” she said. “Now, where’s that damned mattress?”

“Worry not, I got it upstairs already, all we gotta do now is take a quick shower and go to bed.”

After they finished dressing into more comfortable clothes, they made it a point to plop down as hard as they could on the mattress. To her relief, Harry had settled a plain white bedsheet on top of it earlier while she was talking to Karolina. She was the first to jump in, stretching her legs all over. “Finally!” she exclaimed.

“Your turn,” she said, pointing at a spot right next to her. Harry took off his glasses and was about to jump in next when she asked where the pillows were.

“Er — Accio pillow!” She could hear the sound of boxes moving downstairs bumping each other when a pillow came hurtling in and landed on Harry’s chest, forcing him to plop down on the mattress.

A shrill squeak sounded, and the two of them froze. [Y/N] narrowed her eyes, pointing her finger at him in accusation. “Did you fart?”

“No, we just still haven’t removed the plastic from the mattress.”

“You want to remove it?” she suggested, ready to get up and get her own wand when Harry gently nudged her back down.

“Okay, where’s my wand?“

[Y/N] looked left and right until she found it tying on an old bedside table he managed to set down earlier that day and said, “There! Bedside table.”

“Eh.”

“Agreed, let’s just say you did fart.”

“Agreed,” said Harry, who unconsciously wrapped his legs and arms around the pillow on top of him and closed his eyes to sleep. [Y/N] was quick to act. Not to take his pillow, but to turn him into one — metaphorically, of course. She laughed at the thought of using Transfiguration to turn Harry into a literal pillow.

Just as he wrapped his limbs around the only pillow, [Y/N] did the same to him. He woke up with a jolt, but did not take her off him. “I’m the little spoon?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, and I happen to like little spoons a lot,” she said casually. Harry turned his head in her direction, with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Okay, that sounded wrong. It’s just that you hogged the only pillow so now I’m using you as one.”

“Well, do you want it?” he offered obliviously.

“Nope, I like this set-up. Go back to sleep.”

And he did — they both did. At some point during the night, they turned each other into a pillow. Harry, however, awoke to the sound of her snoring. It wasn’t like his Uncle Vernon’s, though. Looking at her face seemed to dull it all out. It wasn’t exactly an endearing sound, but the sight of her was more than so — tousled hair, mouth slightly open. . . . With one last smile on his face as he watched her sleep, he felt himself drifting off into a deep slumber.

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A loud clanging from downstairs awoke Harry. Had he overslept? He found that his back ached whenever he did so much as move, but knew better than to bide his time if there was danger nearby. He reached out to the bedside table to grab his wand, but realized he had to put his glasses on first.

Harry ran downstairs, clutching his wand tightly with his outstretched hand as he listened for anything there was to hear. He paused. A stranger walked out of the kitchen, and he pointed his wand at them.

The stranger held their hands up with a bewildered look on their face until [Y/N] came out of the kitchen all sweaty with a frilly apron. “Harry!” she cried in bewilderment at the sight of him pointing his wand at their new neighbor. “Alright, uh, Karolina, this is my husband, Harry; Harry — stop pointing your . . . stick at her — this is our neighbor who lives across from us, Karolina.”

“Er — hello, Karolina. Sorry about the wa—” [Y/N] shot him a dirty look. “—ander. Wander. Sorry about the bad . . . wandering. You know what? I just woke up on the wrong side of bed and I got paranoid with the . . . new house and all.”

“He tends to get jumpy,” said [Y/N] in hopes of wrapping this up immediately. “Anyway, five minutes left till it’s done. Thank you so, so much for the help, Karol! One last thing, for the whipped cream, do I. . .”

He then noticed that some of the furniture were already arranged such as the sofa and the dining table. Some cabinets were decorated with non-magical framed pictures of them. Harry begged to disagree, though. Each picture there was more than just ma— Is that a baby? Sleeping in a car seat on their couch?

Harry blinked. It stirred, eyes fluttering open. Harry was now holding his breath in anticipation. It was watching him curiously. When he did not move, the little thing started to giggle. Smiling sheepishly back, he made a show of raking his hand through his hair and walking into the kitchen.

It was still messy, but the fridge was on now, and some condiments were put where they belonged.

Karolina was washing a bowl on the sink when the baby outside started crying. She washed her hands quick and ran out, excusing herself while smiling apologetically at the two of them.

[Y/N] opened the oven, pulling out something that smelled of a scent that made Harry’s mouth water.

“Is that Treacle Tart?” he blurted out.

[Y/N] almost dropped the pan of delight she held in her mittened hands. She cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain her composure as she set it down on the counter and pulled off her mittens. Still panting, she looked at him and said, “Harry, darling, I love you and all but please step out of the kitchen.”

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss against her head.

“Don’t do that, my hair stinks. I haven’t showered yet,” said [Y/N].

“What do you mean? It smells just fine.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s greasy. Is it greasy?”

“Yeah, you kinda look like Snape from where I’m standing. Ow! Sorry, bad joke. Okay, keep doing what you’re doing while I. . .” he trailed off as he grabbed her wrist gingerly and pulled off the scrunchie off it and started braiding her hair whilst she shook the whipped cream. “Could you just stop moving and let me braid your hair?”

“Oh, shut up! This tart’s for you, anyway.”

“So it is a Treacle Tart?”

“Uh, Doy,” she said mockingly. “It’s for your birthday, genius.”

“But it isn’t till next month,” said Harry.

“Eh, well, thought we could spend some time together in our new house without a crowd for a while. Why’re you even braiding my hair?”

“That baby got me thinking about it,” said Harry, as the child’s sobs started to cease. “You know, like . . . do you think we’re ready?”

“Well, what will be, will be.” She squeezed whipped cream on each side, scanning the final product with narrowed eyes. Harry tied the poorly-done braid with the scrunchie, letting her hair fall down to her back. [Y/N] turned to him. “Honestly, I’m kind of scared about the whole thing, you know? Like, aside from the . . . bloody pushing, it’ll be a huge responsibility. And I want to know if you’re up for it.”

“Okay,” he found himself saying so casually.

“Okay?” [Y/N] repeated to him, with an expression the combination of excitement and disbelief. “Okay as in, ‘okay let’s start trying?’”

“Okay, yes! Let’s start trying now!”

“Okay, but not right now, though,” said [Y/N] under her breath.

“Why not?” he said. Merlin, I have to stop.

“For one, Karolina’s right there at the doorway with Sydney.”

Harry shifted his gaze from [Y/N] to Karolina, who was now trying hard to stifle her laugh with a sleeping Sydney in her arms. “Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear that,” she said with a suggestive smile. “I’ll get going now, [Y/N], Harry.”

“Oh, you won’t try the Treacle Tart out?” called out [Y/N].

“Nah, we’ve eaten a lot of that already. We’re having cheesecake for tonight. Anyway, see you two.” With a friendly wave, she went off her way, leaving the two of them alone in their house.

Harry expected her to berate him, but she was already facing him with a slice of a tart resting neatly on a plate with a lousy candle set in the middle of it. “Make a wish,” she told him.

“Uh. . . I’m bad at wishes, you know that.”

“Then wish to be better at making wishes then make a better wish next month,” she said.

“Okay, I wish to be better at making wishes,” said Harry before blowing the candle out. [Y/N] pulled off the candle and lead him to the living room, where she put down the pan and separated the entire thing to put it on an adorable floral plate she loved.

“Happy super advanced birthday, Just Harry,” said [Y/N], kissing his head this time. “Have some Treacle Tart. I tried, okay?” Laughing, she put a fork on his plate and went to slice one for herself.

“Thank you, soft love,” said Harry as he helped himself to his slice. “Merlin, this is per—”

[Y/N] bursted into laughter, a couple crumbs spitting on the table. She had to get a tissue and wipe the table as she bellowed. “What’d you say?”

“Soft . . . love. Does that mean something bad?”

“No, no, no. It’s just funny to hear it from you. Say it again,” she said, resting her elbow on the top rail of a chair, eager to hear him.

“Soft love?” said Harry hesitantly.

“Oh my— Who told you to say that? Where’d you learn that?” choked [Y/N], wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Okay, sorry.”

“Er — you see, before we left to go here, Ron told me to experiment with . . . pet names.”

“So you delivered?”

“Do you not like it?” said Harry, his fork frozen in mid-air.

“Oh, I do. I so do,” she replied, chuckling. “I’ve had enough of tough love, I could use some soft love. But d’you know what it means?”

When Harry shook his head, she took one step forward to run her hand through his hair, grinning. “Means you accept all flaws instead of trying to build up a wall just to better and correct those flaws.”

“Then what’s so funny?” he asked with genuine curiosity rather than annoyance.

“Oh, Harry. Nothing! I just find you trying new stuff very, very amusing. Moving in here was a good choice, you know. Now I get to find out new things about you,” said [Y/N].

Harry smiled back, his cheeks a tad warmer than usual. “So which do you prefer? Tough love or soft love?”

“Eh, a relationship can’t work with just one of the two. Both works. Now eat your slice before we get working on this house,” said [Y/N] as she snapped her fingers, picking up her own plate and savoring her own work. “Chop chop.”

“You mean home?”

“Yep, I mean home,” answered [Y/N] without any hesitation. Oh, and, just one small update: they didn’t remove the plastic wrap of the mattress until next week.

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on-maars · 3 years ago

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Another Place

Literally I haven’t been able to stop screaming since ep2 came out and I needed to write something

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Bobby is halfway through the third part of The Outsider when he hears a sharp noise followed by a curse coming from the fire station's kitchen. He sits up straight on his chair and even though the voice comes as a whisper, the door to his office is still ajar and Bobby can recognize some Spanish he learned back when he was in high-school.

It’s Eddie then, who always tends to resort to Spanish when he wants to curse or complain about something to himself.

Bobby puts down his book on his desk, stands up and opens his office door a bit wider so he can take a few steps inside the kitchen. The room is plunged into darkness but Bobby can still catch sight of Eddie’s silhouette, standing in front of a box of herbal tea, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he’s currently facing the most complicated dilemma of his entire life.

“Can’t sleep?” Bobby asks and makes Eddie jump with surprise, letting go of the mug he was holding in his right hand. And Bobby might be over 40 but his reflexes are still good and he managed to catch it before it breaks on the floor.

“Shit Bobby, you scared the hell out of me. Thought I was the only one awake.” Eddie says but his voice seems sad, almost dejected.

“Nightmares?” Bobby asks. After all, Eddie’s been through a lot for the past few months, it would only makes sense for his sleep to still be haunted by the memories of the shooting.

“More like insomnia.” Eddie corrects him, his eyes still down. “There’s just stuff I can’t get out of my head, you know.”

“Stuff about the shooting?” Bobby says calmly, but that’s enough for Eddie’s face to wince in pain.

“Among other things.”

“Why don’t you go sit down on the couch and let me take care of it?” He offers. Eddie’s hand stops in mid air and his shoulders eventually slumped as his heads nods, retreating back from the kitchen with a heavy step.

Bobby fills the kettle with water and turns it on before opening the box of herbal tea still on the counter. It’s an old box, supposed to help you sleep, one of those things he brought from home a few years ago when he realized it wasn’t much use back there. He places the tea bag in the mug, opens the drawer to grab a spoon and half a sugar cube. His movements are robotic, like he’s done that a thousand times in the past. And he did, back when his nights were filled with nightmares.

He lets out a sigh and leans against the fridge, looking at Eddie out of the corner of the eye. He’s seated on the armchair, his eyes fixed on the ground, the same haunted look Bobby saw him with a few times already during this past few weeks.

The light turns off on the kettle, and Bobby pours the water in the mug, before making his way towards the ‘living room’ area where he places the tray on the coffee table.

“Wanna talk about it?” Bobby asks as he takes on the seat on the couch.

“It’s just-” Eddie starts but marks a pause, like he’s not sure how to say the next few words. “Just stuff I- I try very hard not to think about. Or just bury- bury somewhere in my brain but-”

“It keeps coming back?” Bobby offers and smiles when Eddie just nods quietly as he takes a sip of his herbal tea. “Does it have anything to do with your panic attacks?”

Eddie’s mouth turns up at the edges but he presses his lips together in a straight line just as fast.

“How do you know about them?” Eddie asks, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

“I have my ways.” Bobby answers with a hint of amusement.

“Let me guess.” Eddie starts. “Buck?” And even though the words come out as a question, Bobby knows there’s no real need to answer. He still nods though, and smiles when Eddie rolls his eyes with a fond expression. “They were because of Ana.”

“The panic attacks?” Bobby asks, his eyebrows raised in confusion. “Were?” He adds. “You don’t have them anymore?”

“No.” Eddie shakes his head. “We broke up.” He adds. “I was trying to make it work for Christopher’s sake. Thought he loved her. And he liked her okay but turns out he was only going along with it because he thought she made me happy.” Eddie tells him, a sad laugh escaping his lips.

“And she didn’t?” Bobby encourages him. “Make you happy, that is.”

Eddie opens his mouth like he wants to say something but stops himself from doing so the next second. There’s a small silence after that. Eddie’s eyes are staring into space, his forehead wrinkled in concern, like he’s hopping that if he thinks about it long enough, an answer is going to magically appear in front of him.

“It was nice.” He starts and Bobby raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. “It just wasn’t working.” Eddie adds. “Couldn’t have worked.” He precises. “Not when I-” He marks a pause again, and closes his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his index. “I guess my heart just wasn’t in it.”

Bobby says nothing for a while. He just smiles. Because he knows where Eddie drives at. It’s been a long time coming, after all. All the looks, the soft glances, the sweet gestures. All the signs were there, and they were clear. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that what these two shared went beyond friendship.

“Have you talked to Buck about it, Eddie?” Bobby asks, his voice gentle.

Eddie flushes, and looks away. Because Bobby’s not only asking him if he talked to Buck about his break-up with Ana. No, in fact he’s asking a lot more than just that. And Eddie knows it. He’s just not sure he’s ready to go there.

“I... I did.” Eddie says, and closes his eyes again. “I mean I- I told him about Ana but I think he knows that… That it’s not only about the break up.” He adds. “It’s never been only about the break up, Bobby.” He admits. “It’s never been only about Ana.”

“I know.” Bobby smiles.

“He broke up with Taylor.” Eddie blurts out and Bobby’s not one to gossip about other people’s relationship because, ultimately, that’s their business and he’d hate to interfere with any of that. But as he sits there on that couch, watching Eddie, there’s only one thing that comes to his mind.

Freaking finally.

“So the ball’s in your court now, isn’t it?” Bobby asks.

“I guess it is, yeah.” Eddie answers, darting his eyes towards him before looking away just as fast. “And you know I was- I was waiting for the right time but…”

Bobby’s mouth turns up at the edges once again.

“I’m just so freaking tired of waiting, Cap.” Eddie finally says, and one of these rare soft smiles only reserved to Buck breaks in on his face. “I- I want this. Us.”

“I think everyone’s tired of waiting, Eddie.” Bobby remarks with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Tell him.” He adds. “After all we both know how he’s gonna react.”

“It’s- it’s gonna be good, right?” Eddie asks, his voice uncertain, a part of him still doubting. Bobby rolls his eyes and lets out a small laugh.

“Eddie, it’s Buck.” He reminds him. “He’s gonna be like a kid on Christmas morning.” He adds. “That boy loves you two to the moon and back.”

And, as if summoned, Buck chooses this moment to appear on top of the stairs, his eyes sleepy and his hair disheveled making his blond curls go in every direction. Bobby watches him as he shuffles towards them, and doesn’t miss the way his eyes light up when they fall on Eddie.

“Hey Eds.” He says, his voice soft, taking a seat on the arm of the chair Eddie's seated on. “You okay? I woke up and you- well you weren’t on your bunk.”

Bobby gives Eddie a knowing look and stands up, retreating back in his office once again, only this time he makes sure to lock the door behind him. He can still hear the muffled words coming from the living-room but nothing he can actually make sense of.

He lets his back rest on the backrest of his chair and goes back to his reading. It’s almost five in the morning now, and Bobby doesn’t see the appeal of trying to get a few hours sleep, especially now that they’ve been unbothered by any calls for a bit more than two hours. It’s certainly not going to last forever.

He finds himself so engrossed in his reading that the next thing he knows, a bit more than half an hour has passed and the kitchen is now dead quiet. The first sunbeams light up the fire station and Bobby decides that now is as good a time as any to start on breakfast.

Only, what he sees when he goes back inside the kitchen makes him stop in his tracks and smiles. Because there they are passed out on the couch, their legs intertwined and Eddie’s head pressed on the other’s chest while Buck has wrapped his left arm around Eddie’s waist while his right hand is buried in his black hair.

“Oh god.” He can hear Hen say from the top of the stairs. “Is this really happening?” She asks and Bobby only chuckles while shaking his head in disbelief.

“I guess it is.” He says.

“Holy shit.” This time, it’s Chimney’s turn to curse. “I’m calling Maddie.” He adds.

“Chim, it’s 5am.” Hen remarks.

“Oh trust me if I wait any longer I think she’ll punch me.”

“I’m taking a picture for the group-chat.” Ravi intervenes behind Chimney and Bobby only watches them from the kitchen with an amused smile.

“Guys come on, let them sleep for a while okay? They deserve it.”

“We’re not sleeping.” Buck’s voice comes from behind the couch. Bobby can’t see him but he can only picture the exasperated expression on his face.

“Not anymore.” Eddie adds.

Bobby rolls his eyes and turns his back on them to face the oven while chaos suddenly erupts in the fire station.

With a sigh and an amused smile, he starts on breakfast.

#buddie #buck x eddie #911 #9-1-1 #911 fic #buddie fic #my writing #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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attemptinghaikyuu · 4 years ago

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Fake Dating: Kyoutani

A/n: He’s a good boy who needs more attention, also he was kinda hard to characterize :/

G/n reader

Kyoutani Kentarou

Your first encounter with Kyoutani was when you woke up late for school and ran into him on your way to class

Literally, you ran right into him

You’re both on the floor before you jump up, and without thinking pull him up with you

He’s looking pretty startled as you start apologizing

I mean, don’t you know that you should run away from him, not start talking about your broken alarm clock making you late..?

Apparently not, you continue to ramble and he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do

You end up talking about the school’s volleyball team?? For some reason???

But now he’s kinda interested, so he’s asking questions and you’re answering

And sure, it ends up being mostly arguing, with both of you yelling in the halls, getting to the point where a teacher hears you and comes out

Now you both have detention

But it was a very entertaining conversation✨

You’re excited to talk to him again

The teacher in charge almost gives you another day of detention with how much yelling there is happening

Y’all become the strangest pair of friends

Like he’d definitely do anything for you🥺he’s still teasing you over every little thing though

Wrestling!!

It’s really fun with him and you loose nearly every time

He’s very gentle when you have these pretend fights

His top priority is making sure you’re safe

You get pretty strong from all the wrestling

There’s also a ton of playful shoving

The team has no idea what to make of mad dog and you

When they first saw you hanging out together, they all had a simultaneous heart attack

It becomes a regular thing seeing you hang out with him, heart attacks turn into proud smiles at him interacting with you

Yahaba is jealous and tries to flirt whenever you’re around, Kyoutani drags you away from him every time he does it

He doesn’t wanna be embarrassed by the team around you

Some of them (cough, cough, Oikawa) think you’re dating

He’s always bringing up how cute he thinks you’d be together and if you wanna tell him anything then he’s all ears!!

He gets invested in y’all

His own love life is currently empty and he’s putting all of his attention onto yours

You actually get an idea from all of Oikawa’s insistent poking around

Why not... pretend date??

LISTEN YOU JUST THINK IT’D BE FUN TO MESS WITH HIM

Plus, Oikawas kinda got the whole team into it and now they’re always messing with Kyoutani

You can tell it annoys him

So ✨revenge time✨

And people think you’re the sweet one in your friendship

If only they knew of the chaos inside, smh

Kyoutani completely refuses at first, especially since it seems as if you’re giving them exactly what they want

But then you bring up all the things you can do to the team if they think you might for real be dating

And he’s scared of how well thought out it is

Kyoutani reluctantly agrees

He has to admit, it’d be hilarious to make the team freak out with what you have planned >:)

You two really look like a couple of grinch’s when walking into the gym before volleyball practice the next day

The team doesn’t notice whats off until Iwa points out the hands you have interlocked with each other

Oikawa is SCREAMING he knew it!

He faints when you give Kyoutani a kiss on the hand and skip off to class

Kyoutani just acts like nothing happened and goes to warmup

No one is sure what’s going on

Iwa tries to ask if he’s dating you, before he can though, Oikawa is back to life interrupting him

“I was right! I knew it! Please, my precious mad dog-chan~ enlighten me as to when you got together with Y/n.”

Kyoutani looks Oikawa dead in the eyes, “I don’t know what makes you think we’re together.”

The gym goes silent

He’s spluttering, pointing at the hand you kissed, “Wh- what do you mean?! Y/n-chan kissed your hand!”

“What’s your point, they’re always like that. Are you seriously only noticing that now?”

He says it so seriously that everyone is having an inner crisis, from discovering they had not payed enough attention to you and your habits

It’s not like they never see you doing touchy-feely things with Kyoutani

They’ve seen you have aggressive shoulder bump contests...

Oikawa can’t believe this, he refuses and proceeds to bug Kyoutani for the next ten minutes

Iwa has to practically pull Oikawa off him, grumbling they had things mixed up

You’re cackling behind the gym doors, having happily listened to the whole thing

This is kept up for weeks

The both of you subtly continue to do things that are seen as signs of you dating by Oikawa, while coming up with increasingly convoluted reasons as to why you were doing them

You’re killing Oikawa, you’re literally killing him😭

It’s driving him nuts and he is going full detective mode

Every little nickname you have for Kyoutani is being hyper analyzed

He’s watching for any sweet gestures that go too far

Even Oikawa’s most devoted fans are concerned at this point

Kyoutani and you have gotten really close, not that you weren’t close before, it’s just different now

The softer teasing you have to mess with the team, is making you both blush

Small gestures making sure you’re feeling okay or just brightening each others day with each other’s favorite drinks

You’re doing all the mushy stuff that freaks people out, and it’s not always in front of the team

Going out to have study sessions together that end in goofing off, are pretty common

It’s all nice and he makes you super happy

Maybe you have feelings for your friend...

It doesn’t mean you’re going to do something about it😡😤

And maybe Oikawa is resorting to drastic measures to get you two to admit you’re dating

You were just trying to grab something for the team, before heading to your own club activities

Oikawa said it was supposed to be on the top shelf, yet you couldn’t find what he needed??

Turning when you hear someone come in, opening your mouth to ask if they can help, only to be interrupted by the door slaming shut

“I’m not letting either of you out till you admit to dating!! Or at the very least say you’re in love!!! I’m not picky okay?!”

You didn’t know what to say, other than, “Oikawa! I’m gonna throw a vollyball at your head so hard you forget what it is!!”

You know who’s in the room without looking

Someone had to let you out eventually

Except, after an hour of nothing, you realized that was not the case

What were you supposed to do? Your friend looked pissed, he was missing practice because of this

Who knew how long the team captain would keep you two in here

Without realizing it, the feelings you had been suppressing for weeks on end, we’re finally coming tumbling out

“I LIKE YOU.”

You’re standing while you bang on the door, Oikawa’s muffled screeches of joy the only sound you hear, besides your beating heart. “Now open the door.”

Turning to a wide eyed Kyoutani, you clear your throat

“We should stop this all.. now that you know,” you bite your bottom lip, voice cracking. “Sorry for not telling you sooner, I guess I wanted to pretend a littl-

“I like you too.”

Your speechless

Was Oikawa secretly the best wingman??

Wait no, that couldn’t be right, he might just be saying that to get out

“You don’t have to lie if you don’t feel the same way.”

You turn away only to be stopped and turned back around by a pair of strong arms

“I’m not lying dummy, I like you.”

When you’re let out of the room, nearly ten minutes later, you do it with your hands interlaced with your boyfriends

You thank Oikawa

Then you give him a twenty second heads up to run

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu kyoutani #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani x you #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani x y/n #fluff #fake dating #I HAD A LOT OF FUN ON THIS ONE🤩

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ak8shi · 5 years ago

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FWB HQ Boys: In which you beat the player at his own game!

warnings: Time skip spoilers, mentions of sex(all characters are 18+), stupid people in love

a/n: I love one(1) libra man!! I love Atsumu’s character and the way he’s developed in hq and I think that this is a very probable way in which he finds love !! thank you all so much for loving the first installment so much <3 I-I went a little overboard with this one but ,, xoxo Chlo

━Miya Atsumu

Let’s start with a little background; I think we can all agree Atsumu is and always has been popular with the ladies

…But that doesn’t necessarily mean the ladies are popular with him LMAO

He’s truly the emotionally unavailable heartbreaker and he built himself quite a reputation without even knowing it

This dude doesn’t even really fuck around with girls, maybe a few meaningless flings his senior year but besides that, he only has eyes for one lady and her name begins with the letter V and ends with ball

LET’S GO

So you’ve known Atsumu for years unfortunately,,, and you surely know about how he treats the girls that approach him with confessions and boxes of chocolates

You don’t approve of it at all, but your family is practically family with the Miya’s and you’ve literally spent every major holiday with them since you can remember

You: Atsumu would it kill you to show some respect towards these women

Atsumu: If she breathes, she’s a thot

….smh… a fucking mess someone please put him in his place

However your mom was always happy that you could be around the twins since you were an only child, and she loved the idea of you having two brothers who would protect you from the evils of college men little did she know,,

You hate to admit it and we hate to see it, but you started to develop a crush on him your freshman year of high school.. you suppose it was because you spent so much time with him and you saw parts of him that a lot of people didn’t get to see I mean you also saw him with his jersey on and off pretty often how could you resist

For example, every Halloween you had a sleep-over tradition where you watched horror films after trick-or-treating and Atsumu was scared SHITLESS every year, I’m talking ripping your favorite blanket off you and burying his face in it to block out the movie, he would threaten you and Osamu about telling people at school about it

Him, a 17 year old teen standing in your doorway at 3:40 am: c-can I sleep on yer floor I LOVE HIM SKAKAKAJSW

You, filming him and sending it to Suna on snap: sure Atsumu <3

You found yourself entranced when he automatically gave you his school cardigan on the walks home from school when it was cold or raining, and completely enraptured by his cute little accent

Atsumu: did ya know yer a fuckin’ idiot bimbo stupid butt crack for not bringin’ yer jacket

Atsumu: yer lucky I’m a gentleman

You: ...

Osamu: god…..

It was naïve to think he would ever reciprocate feelings especially with his entire life being his volleyball career, and you convinced yourself it was a tiny high school crush and eventually you managed to repress it

Too much was on the line; you didn’t want to make both of your families awkward, and you needed to focus on your studies as one of the top students at Inarizaki yes ma’am

Besides you loved him like family right ???

RIGHT ???

The twins are a year older than you, and Atsumu had just signed to play professionally for MSBY!!

You at his official signing: wow, looks like you don’t have to resort to living on the streets after all

Him: yeah ❤️

You kind of forgot about how you felt about him since you weren’t seeing either of the twins consistently anymore with how busy both of you were; you stayed in contact, but nothing really serious

It was weird because you were still in high school while the boys were experiencing college and doing their own thing… you drifted apart honestly and you felt a bit awkward talking to them sometimes, you felt like you were bothering them Atsumu would probably tease you and say that you were

Another year passed and you were heading to college! You are living your best life, meeting new people, and then you got the text from your mom that you were doing Thanksgiving with the Miya’s,, you weren’t sure if that meant you would be seeing both twins but something about the possibility of seeing Atsumu again made something stir in your chest

Fall break hit and you found out both the twins and you were back at home since Atsumu also had a rare break from training and his regular professional season

You were helping Osamu out at his shop, since it was his first time dealing with the overflow of Thanksgiving season as a new business owner

You’re helping close the shop, when you hear the door jingle; you turn to say a polite “sorry we’re closed for the day,” but you’re met with what seems like a new and improved and muscular Atsumu OH NO

He looks amazing and so much older than you remember??? And he’s thinking the same thing about you!!! Like wow she’s changed a lot since she started college, I’ve missed a lot apparently ??

You immediately fall into his arms, inhaling his familiar scent, Osamu rolling his eyes at the two of you and telling you to get lost before he yaks

You leave the shop with Atsumu, inviting him to your house; as you enter, you catch your mom leaving to pick up some last-minute groceries for the Thanksgiving meal

She’s acts way happier to see Atsumu than she acted when you came home LMAO later she doesn’t shut up about how handsome and manly he’s become, but you just pull him away to your room and lock your door behind you

He goes to sit on your flower-patterned comforter from your childhood, newly washed thanks to your mother

Atsumu: so…. what’s up with you..?

You can’t control the churning of your stomach all of a sudden; you can’t remember him ever looking at you this way, like he’s looking at a woman

The feelings come rushing back, and literally all you can think about is kissing him

You lean back on your dresser in front of the bed, and a wave of need to express yourself washes over you,

“Atsumu, I missed you.”

You don’t even know what’s happening until you’re trapped in between Atsumu and the door, his mouth gently pressed against yours, his warm hands caressing your hips

He asks if this is okay, and all you can do is moan back a yes in response

Let’s just say your mom might need to clean your comforter again lmaoo

It’s complicated and you’re both kinda confused after… like no one admitted that they had feelings for the other and its not like either of you can just disappear from the other’s life like a random hook-up

BUT BOTH OF YOU ARE TOO STUPID AND STUBBORN TO REALIZE YOU LIKE EACH OTHER AND WANT A RELATIONSHIP I-

Like he’s literally cuddling you and kissing you and asking you about college in your childhood bedroom naked what

And it ISN’T uncomfortable at all

It feels so right to be in his arms, and you’re in disbelief about what happened??? What even like how have you gone all this time without doing anything honestly

You suddenly hear your dad pull into the garage, and you’re both up and putting your clothes on as fast as possible

It’s embarrassing when you look back on it, how long the hook-ups went on, but this was a common occurrence whenever the two of you were home

It was basically like you were dating and doing long-distance without the label

IT WENT ON FOR ALMOST A YEAR 🤡

Osamu during next year’s Thanksgiving meal: I think we should go around the table and say what we’re thankful for, I’ll go first. I’m thankful that two people at this table are getting laid despite the fact that I’m not 😊

Your parents:

Atsumu, in many ways, is oblivious to what his feelings mean after not really being in any real relationships and blocking out all the girls during high school,

He would find himself texting you after each of his matches, hoping you had watched him and his heart would flutter when you complimented him on his sets

Atsumu on the phone with you: yeah I’m just chillin’ with the boys rn 😏

Sakusa: get the fuck off my bed and get off the phone with your girlfriend so I can sleep

Atsumu: she’s not my girlfr-

Sakusa, talking loud enough for you to hear: I literally don’t care but don’t you have her picture saved as your lockscreen?

He tried to hook-up with someone when he was away playing a tournament in the summer, but it wasn’t the same and it was only good if he imagined it was you

He never did it again and before coming home for Christmas, he called Osamu to finally ask him what to do

Osamu: about time you meathead

Osamu literally spells it out to this man; he has been and is in love with you and he needs to do something about it asap before someone else snatched you away

Atsumu: why didn’t ya just say somethin’ ? Ya know I’m not good at these typa things !

I can’t he’s something else

So it’s Christmas, and he asks if you would want to go see the town square’s Christmas lights with him

Of course you say yes, you’re just really excited to finally see him after so long !!

Atsumu with rosy cheeks ugh spare me

He picks you up and greets you with a kiss to your temple, and he has a little gift baggie with him; he hands it to you to open and you pull out his old school cardigan

“I-I thought maybe you would want it since ya always stole it from me in high school, and since I’m half-way ‘round the world most of the time”

It smells just like him, you thank him with a kiss to his cheek and you tuck it away in your bedroom before leaving hand-in hand to see the colorful lights dazzling in the night sky

You talked to Osamu about your relationship with his brother and you want Atsumu to make a move honestly; you want to be sure he wants this since you’ve literally liked him since high school

You’re not sure what you are expecting, but when Atsumu has you in his arms, your back against his chest and his chin on your shoulder as you watch the Christmas carolers, you don’t expect him to whisper into your ear,

“hey, will ya be my girl?”

You turn around to give him a surprised look, his hand bringing yours to his mouth to plant a soft kiss on your knuckles this is his favorite place to kiss fight me

After getting over your dream-like shock, you say yes and pull him into a kiss

I’m crying he tells you afterwards that you were his girl since the first time he met you, we’ll let him have this one because did he really know until like a week ago? no

Whew, all of your friends and family let out a relieved sigh when they hear the news LMAO

Suna, hearing about Atsumu finally making it official: thank god I was about to start blackmailing him with those Halloween videos

#did writing this make me fall in love with him?maybe so #haikyuu!!#atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu headcanons #atsumu scenarios #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu imagines #hq #hq fluff #hq scenarios #hq headcannon #hq drabble #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu headcannons

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realcube · 4 years ago

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pillow fights!

characters ♡ bokuto, nishinoya & suna

content warning ♡ fluff, violence, mentions of death & minor injury

kōtarō bokuto

♡ bokuto had been really fixated on practise recently so the time he spent with you was sparse. and what little time you did get with him, he was way too worn out to be his usual, chatty self

♡ finally though, he was able to take a few days off so could make up for the last few weeks with you :))

♡ he took you to a spa resort so you could both relax and spend time together in a calm, non-hectic environment.. but ofc y’all started a pillow fight in your hotel room

♡ so y’all are in your shared hotel room, admiring how soft and comfy the pillows are until he throws one right at your face and it almost knocks you off your feet

♡ he’s on the floor cackling so ofc you take this opportunity get a bit of revenge and smother his face with the exact same pillow he tried to take you out with

♡ you purposefully don’t press it against his face too hard but he frantically squirms underneath you, before suddenly stopping after 10 seconds, pretending to have passed away

♡ unimpressed, you remove the pillow from his face but only so he can see how you rolled your eyes at his poor acting skills, ‘no one dies after 10 seconds with no oxy--’

♡ unbeknownst to you, he had led you straight into his trap

♡ now that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he snatched it from your hands before slamming it down against the top of your head

♡ he doesn’t know his own strength so if you’re not on defence then your head will be wiped clean off hjkxjhkx (/h)

♡ ‘bokuto!’ you yelled through gritted teeth, clenching your fists and gluing them to your side so you didn’t use your knuckles instead of a pillow

♡ he wasn’t a fan of you using his legal name rather than the cutesy nicknames you gave him, so his blood ran cold and his perked up slightly, clutching the pillow to his chest, ‘who is bokuto? you mean ‘kō’ ? you mean ‘babe’ ?’

♡ you couldn’t help but scoff at how he gazed up at you with longing, puppy-eyes, complemented by a pout —as if he was your innocent, sweet boyfriend who didn’t almost give you a concussion a few seconds ago. ‘no. i meant bokuto.’

♡ before he could respond with more whining, you swiped the pillow from his clutches and slapped him across the face with it, to the tune of your chaotic, somewhat sinister laugh

♡ after that, bokuto literally pounced on you with cuddles- it had gone to far, in his opinion. you had gone mad with power so the only way to bring you back down to reality was with hugs <3 plus, he hadn’t found the opportunity to spend quality time with you in ages, so ofc he tried to make the most out of this situation

♡ ‘babe!’ he cried, pressing his lips against your as he picked you up and dumped you onto the bed, jumping on shortly after to smother you with his affection, ‘i missed you!’

♡ your eyes widened, slightly shocked at his sudden change in attitude but you weren’t too surprised as bokuto always ends up doing this after weeks of dedicating himself to work. and honestly, you anticipated it.

♡ ‘we’ve barely talked because i’ve been so focussed on practise and i’m so sorry! i still love you — i always have and will!’

♡ you weren’t too sure how it went from a pillow fight to this, but either way, you were now reassuringly stroking his back while he cradled your head in his arms, ‘it’s fine, kō.’ you giggled, placing a kiss upon your considerate boyfriend’s temple, ‘i never thought you didn’t love me but it’s always nice to hear it. i love you too.’

♡ absolute bliss was the only visible emotion on his face after you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, ‘great! oh!’ his eyes lit up as he whipped his phone out of his pocket, ‘do you wanna watch that show we started?!’

♡ it took you a moment to realise, but once you did, you blurted out, ‘oh, that show? babe, we started it like months ago; i’ve completely forgotten what was happening.’

♡ he shrugged, his usual boyish grin gracing his features, ‘that’s fine! we can start from the beginning.’

♡ you smirked, prying your gaze off his cheerful golden eyes to search the beside table for the tv remote, ‘sure. but we’re not watching it on your phone. i mean, we paid for this expensive hotel room so we may as well use--’

♡ then, you felt a sudden yet soft tap against your shoulder. your eyes immediately darted to look at bokuto, who was wearing a mischievous smirk while holding another pillow

♡ ...

♡ y’all stayed up to 2AM- and no one on your whole hotel floor got a wink of sleep that night due to both of your chortles and screams

♡ but y’all had fun ^^

yū nishinoya

♡ just bc you are his boo, the love of his life, his bitch, his guardian angel, the reason he gets up in the morning and the deity he pray to every night, does NOT mean he’s going to take it easy on you during a pillow fight

♡ it not even a pillow fight tbh.. it’s a pillow WAR

♡ his whole love language is decking you while you’re trying to pound him into the mattress with a pillow

♡ and he screams a lot too pfft like war cries

♡ he just goes absolutely feral when you try to pillow fight him

♡ and you better be ready to go hard bc if you light hit the back of his head with your cushion, with the thought that the pillow fight would be playful, sweet and fun- you could’ve been more wrong

♡ it’s only fun for the person who’s not getting the daylights smacked out of them

♡ but since it’s only pillows, y’all never usually get hurt or sustain injuries from it

♡ nishinoya was close tho- flashback to that one time he fell off the bed and missed hitting his head off the sharp corner of the wardrobe behind him by like..a millimetre

♡ that could’ve been a trip to the infirmary :o

♡ but one time, the metal part of the zipper on the cushion scratched the back of your hand

♡ it wasn’t anything awful, there wasn’t even blood. it was just a scratch. it was on the joint of your finger though so it hurt slightly to move your thumb..

♡ ‘ouch..’ you muttered, staring down at your hand which you cradled with the other. you were quick to back out amidst the chaos of the fight with noya

♡ nishinoya quirked a brow, hesitantly setting his pillows down to approach you, peering over your defences to see what you were looking at that was concerning

♡ ‘what’s up, babe? are you o--’ he cut himself off with a sharp gasp as he laid his eyes on the small mark on your skin. his hands instantly shot up to cup yours, ‘did i do that?! i am so sorry!’

♡ you shrugged, smirking slightly at how his whole ‘warrior’ exterior had now fallen, revealing the soft noya who genuinely cares too much for his own good, ‘i’m not sure. it’s no big deal though, i’ll just put a plaster on it.’

♡ before you could even head in the direction of the drawer with plasters in it, nishinoya had already dashed over there and back, brining the whole whole of first-aid stuff with him

♡ ‘are you okay? does it hurt? do you need a painkiller? should i call someone?’ he asked, frantically looking through the tray until he found two boxes of band-aids, ‘ok- do you want the cars one or the plain one? wait- should i disinfect it first? and how big should the plaster be?’

♡ needless to say, your whole hand was wrapped in bandages once dr nishinoya was done with you-

rintarō suna

♡ he can’t even fight with you playfully for long with getting tempted to pull you in for a kiss

♡ also he doesn’t get as into the fight as the other two- like night time is for sleeping and the fact you are trying to start a fight with him just results his natural instinct to play-dead kicking in

♡ the way he just lays there while you ruthlessly hammer him with your pillow is honestly quite funny

♡ what he doesn’t know though is that there is a tiny grin tugging at his lips since he gets a whiff of your sweet scent on the pillow whenever you slam it against his face, which is reason you continue bc you can tell he’s enjoying it

♡ he doesn’t put up much of a fight tbh

♡ eventually gets tired and pulls you into his embrace with one arm while snatching the pillow from your grip with the other

♡ he chuckled as you struggled against his chest, bonking your head with the pillow lightly before loosen his grip on your head slightly, allowing you to finally breathe instead of being suffocated by his chest, ‘are you done yet?’

♡ you shook your head, which he reciprocated when he noticed your grabby hands towards the pillow — aka, your weapon.

♡ ‘your not getting this back.’ suna replied monotonously, petting your head with a honeyed smile and slipping your weapon behind his head to relax on.

♡ ‘sleep.’ was the final thing his said before his eyes fluttered shut, looking exactly how he did while you were attacking him..but more serene

♡ and that’s usually how it ends when you try to start a pillow fight with him- it ends with nap time 🙄

♡ UNTIL he gets an energy drink in him

♡ then it’s a different story

♡ the roles quite literally reverse

♡ except suna is now chasing you through the house-

♡ his pillow swings aren’t even that hard but he has a really freaky expression on his face so you just run lmao

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ggukkiedae · 4 years ago

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❝𝕣𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕥𝕤 𝕖𝕡. 𝟠𝟛-𝟠𝟝❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ when you put bangtan in a resort that’s basically a water park

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

Episode 83

yoonmi was practically drowning in the big shirt over her rashguard, so you can see her tying it at her waist while the others introduce the episode

“today’s run bts’s theme is summer outing”

“oh god, i’m not good at sports”

jungkook and her met eyes and “i got you, mimi” “hopefully we’re on the same team”

she got grouped with namjoon, hoseok, and seokjin

while the other team celebrated, she laughed while hoseok and seokjin lifted her up with their arms forming a makeshift throne

“oppas, please, i’m not good with sports”

she cheered when hoseok was called out to do the warm up exercises

she was giggling the whole warm up “why are we doing dance basics?”

she stretched out on the side, pulling her legs up into a scorpion position one at a time before sitting by the side of the pool. seokjin lifted her from under her armpits and placed her in the pool where the water reached her chest, almost to her collar bones

she exchanged looks with her teammates

“we’re at a huge disadvantage” “you’re telling me? they have ggukoo oppa, and he’s a powerhouse! i’m a noodle”

the game starts, and it shows the chaotic mess of the members. then there’s a one shot of her lightly splashing around in the water with squeaky noises layered on it

taehyung laughs and calls a time out around half way into the game “hold on, we’re at second set, and yoonmi’s just been playing in the back the whole time” “but, oppa, i’m literally armpit deep in the water!”

everyone laughs and calls her over to stand near their net with the caption “makdungie with no competitive bone” around her

surprisingly, she was able to hit the ball to the back where yoongi couldn’t reach

buuut they lost the second round

“i told you guys i can’t play”

for the third set, she was in front once again and the ball was just constantly sailing over her head. eventually she pouts

“i’m short, this isn’t fair”

to which hoseok just laughs and pats her head

she cheers when jungkook hits the ball softer for her to hit

but then he hits it back way too hard and it goes far behind them

“oppa,” she gasped at a laughing jungkook “are you mad?”

she hit the last ball, and they won the third set. the other three cheered and pulled her into a group hug

there’s a clip of yoonmi struggling to get out of the pool so jungkook lifts her out

next cut she’s in protective gear looking nervously at the boat

“are we gonna fly off? i can’t really swim” “that’s why you have a life vest, princess”

her eyes widened when she saw how fast and rocky the little boat was moving

“oppas! is it hard to stay on?”

all she could hear was screaming. she looked at seokjin “i’m gonna die” “no you’re not” “yes i am”

then it was their turn to get on. jungkook lightly tapped the side of her helmet “you’ll be fine. just hold tight”

her eyes and mouth are squeezed shut while they’re going, and she screams when the boat jumps

“125x7” “oppas, it’s 875, let’s do this fast so we can get off fast”

namjoon laughed “terror made you smarter makdungie”

then the boat moves once again

they arrive on land and she just lies down on the wooden floor

“oh my god, i’m never doing that again”

jimin shook his head fondly and pulled her to the others where they had chicken

she was zoned out and the caption on her one-shot said “the most stressed she’s been in her 19 years of life”

Episode 84

she was a lot more lively in the next game

“i like slides, this will be fun”

they chose her to go last and she grinned

she sat on where they were standing and clapped her hands when she saw the other members going down

by the time it was her and jungkook’s turn, the two maknaes cheerfully went up the slide

“they’re the only one’s not scared” namjoon noted

seokjin gave a confused look “which is surprising for yoonmi, but she enjoys slides too much”

she and jungkook did little wiggly dances when the pd asked if they were ready making the other members laugh

they went down, and she made sure to curl herself into a ball the moment she was off the slide

she stayed in the air considerably long before unfolding her body

once they hit the water, she floated up and wiped her face while laughing. jungkook pulled her with him to the side where she wasn’t even fazed at the news of losing

“it was fun!”

when taehyung went and forgot to say the s in bts, she fell to the ground in laughter

for the bob jump, they asked her if she would be able to do it to which she said no and curled up next to yoongi who also wasn’t doing it

“have fun, oppas”

she watched in awe while jungkook went and audibly gasped when she saw how high he went

“yup, i could not have managed that”

yoongi pulled her back to a chair where he kept her on his lap, wrapping them both in a towel to keep them warm while they watched the others

she sneezed a few times before yoongi looked at the on site medic

then they were on the platform by the obstacle course

“as you can see, we’re only seven now, but only six of us will be participating since hobi is feeling seasick, and yoonmi developed a slight fever, so we aren’t letting her play in case it gets worse”

“i want to go on the obstacle course, though,” yet she was silenced by six pairs of eyes silently telling her no to which she sighed

she sat on the blue platform to watch, but the staff told her to go wash up and get dressed in something warm. she pouted but hugged the six boys before running off

Episode 85

she appeared a little worse for wear with her hood up over her head.

jimin stood up and opened his arms

“aigoo, aegi, come here”

she sulked towards him and settled in a hug

“you’re burning up,” he felt her forehead, “thankfully you didn’t get too sick in the middle of a game. go sit beside kookie”

she sat on the table, head in her arms, while the others got food.

jungkook eventually returned not just with food, but also with a bottle of water and some medicine for yoonmi

taehyung was constantly feeding her or putting food on her plate

she was practically half asleep while eating, so she barely followed along with what was happening

“no,” seokjin laughed, “it’s a little funny because even hobi has more energy than yoonmi right now, and hobi just woke up”

she watched them do the bottle cap challenge with a tired smile

eventually taehyung pulled her over into a back hug and waddled them both towards the other chairs

then they were seated for the manito. she was between jimin and jungkook, arms tucked into the torso portion of her hoodie while jungkook tied her sleeves together

the pds asked her if she was okay “i drank my medicine! i’m okay!”

she saw yoongi’s gift and burst into a fit of giggles. when she saw seokjin’s gift, she just laughed. she burst into laughter when she saw taehyung’s gift and fell off her chair, so jimin had to help her up by untying her sleeves, but he fell, too which lead to more laughter

then namjoon started to approach taehyung with his gift

she jumped in surprise when he handed a small box to her

“oh, me? is this bts goods again?”

she opened the box and pulled out a leather bound notebook and a case of colorful pens. the leather notebook had “M.Y.” engraved in gold on the corner

“woah”

namjoon smiled when he sat back down “i know you’re looking into bullet journalling, so i thought maybe i could help you get started”

she smiled and skipped over to him before kissing his cheek “thank you oppa”

then it was her turn to give a gift. she twirled a little before gently attacking yoongi in a hug and placing a small paper bag in his arms. yoongi let her sit on his lap while he opened it

“woah, princess, and this fit in the price range?” “yupp!”

inside was a necklace with a shield shaped charm that had a heart shaped hole in it. she helped yoongi put it on then pulled her own necklace from under her hoodie and connected them

“yours is the shield because you always protect me and the oppas. you can even hang it on your bed or clip it to your bags, i don’t mind”

the other members were cooing at her while yoongi patted her cheek and pressed a kiss to the top of her head

“wait,” seokjin began, “so three of us got bangtan goods while yoonmi and yoongi don’t? wahhh”

this made everyone laugh

yoonmi went back to her seat and excitedly opened the notebook namjoon gave her, pleased to see the pages were dotted

they all finished giving each other presents, and she was just smiling despite how tired and lightheaded she felt

“it’s actually pretty nice we got to get each other presents” “you got journalling stuff, mimi. i got v fans” “that’s taetae oppa watching over you and keeping you cool!”

she leaned against yoongi for their ending shot. after calling out the slogan and the camera panning away, you can hear her voice

“i’m gonna start on my bullet journal as soon as i’m better and i’ve printed my pictures and stickers!”

#yoonmi.btsrun #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

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fandomsonrequests · 4 years ago

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keep in touch

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: spiderman!yunho

reader: gn!blackcat

word count: 2.7k+

summary: life as spider-man is sometimes never easy- especially when your past catches up to you.

notes: spiderman au, somewhat loyal to black cat’s plotline, some angst

a/n: if ever you’re unfamiliar with black cat in the marvel universe, basically she was a criminal that dated peter parker. here’s her page if you wanna read more about her. she’s a really cool character :D

Yunho sighs as he settles down onto a building’s rooftop edge. He momentarily rips off his mask, allowing himself to breathe after swinging around the city in his suit. The cool night breeze brushes against his dark hair as his eyes take in the sight of the city’s multiple lights, flashing in different fluorescent colors.

[Another day, another crime solved right Yunho?]

Mingi’s voice came into the hero’s intercom along with the slurping noise of a drink going through a straw. The slightly taller male chuckled, somewhat tiredly, as he leaned back onto his arm with his feet dangling along the edge.

“I can’t believe Kingpin managed to smuggle truckloads of those weapons.” He recounts as he runs a hand down his face. “Who was it for again? The Demons?”

[It was actually for The Underground. Which is ironic because they hate his guts.]

“I’m not sure what they want from him or vice versa but we should keep an eye on them. I don’t have a good feeling about their arrangement.”

[That’s what I’m here for- the guy in the chair to keep watch on stuff you can’t.] Mingi chuckled. [Well anyway- I’m gonna shower, dude. I’ll see you back at home.]

“Leave some food for me, please. I don’t wanna have to eat frozen pizza again.” Yunho grunts as he gets up on his feet, pulling his mask down back over his face.

His best friend assures him to leave out some of the dinner, brought to them by their other friend Wooyoung because God knows neither of them could cook, before leaving the channel on the intercom. Yunho brushes off the dirt from the back of his thighs as he prepares to swing back home when he spots movement in the corner of his eye. At first, he thought it was just some flock of pigeons that escaped from their coop again. But when he turned his spider senses started tingling; that, and because that movement happened to be a single figure. The figure leaps across the building swiftly and silently before dropping down onto the dome roof of the fancy art museum nearby.

Yunho sighed, thinking that its probably an Underground member or one of The Demons from the way a stream of light trailed behind them. But as he swung closer, his gut told him it wasn’t just his average, run of the mill criminal. He had a feeling that they were much more… sophisticated than the Underground or the Demons.

He landed with a barely audible thud on the glass dome of the art museum. His mask adjusts to the darkness inside the museum, eye lenses shifting and tilting so he could see clearer. After a while of scanning from his position, nobody seemed to appear. “Huh,” he huffs when there seemingly was no one. “Where are they?”

The man crawled his way over to one of the vents of the building before slipping inside and quickly making his way into the museum. He lands with a thud onto the linoleum floor, a variety of paintings and sculptures displayed in every direction. “I mean I get why some of these paintings are here but some of these abstract ones seem a little silly…” he tells himself when he observes a framed piece with a yellow background and a black square in the middle.

He goes up to the main piece, which is smacked right in the middle of the floor, covered in glass while a velvet rope keeps people from going too close to it. It was a famous portrait made by an old, and I mean old, European artist that was probably around in the Renaissance era. It was meant to be on display for a while before being shipped back to the Louvre.

“You’re probably here for this, aren’t you?” Yunho called out to no one in particular. “If you are, I highly suggest you stop before I catch you. But if you still want to ignore me, I’d rather we take it outside. I don’t want to break anything in here.”

“That’s never stopped you before though,” a voice responded making him jump a little in surprise. “But then again, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Spidey.”

Chills ran down Yunho’s back at the familiarity of the voice. The voice he was once, maybe still is, so enamored by. The one that whispered the most filthiest to the most comforting words in his ear.

“_____,” He starts, hoping his voice wasn’t as shaky as he had anticipated. “Still into art, I see.”

You emerge from the shadows behind the large painting, a devilish smirk on your plump lips. Your clawed gloves trailed along the intricate curves of the painting’s golden frame. Your gaze pierced his, like a predator locked onto its prey. You step forward, hands drumming against the glass that kept you two separated.

“Still into saving people, hm?” You hum, smirk growing wider. “You never change, Yunho.”

“I thought you left this… ‘business’ long ago?” Yunho presses on, determined to not fall under your spell again.

Deep down, the poor boy was still head over heels for you. He’s created so many memories with you, grew as a person because of you. There were nights where he’d sometimes think of you, how you fit so comfortably in his arms. Or when you hugged him from behind in the morning, hair all over the place with the cutest pout on your lips. He missed telling you how much he loved you most of all.

“You know me, baby, old habits die hard.” You reply with a small chuckle as you move to take the painting off the hook. But he could tell that you were hiding something from the way your shoulders tensed for a fraction and how your confident smile faltered.

“_____, please, put that back. You don’t have to resort to this kind of thing anymore.” Yunho begged while looking for a way to get into the glass box. How the hell did you slip in there anyway?

Your smile returns but it’s tight-lipped, almost forced. You sigh, head turned down and lip caught between your teeth. You turned to look over at him but your hand never left the picture frame, showing that you were still hellbent on taking it for yourself. Despite the mask you had on, Yunho could see the signs of a troubled person through your eyes.

“If we weren’t in this kind of setting right now I’d probably be already swooning into your arms,” You chuckled as you tried to make light of the situation. “I appreciate the concern, Yunho. I really do. But this time… I just can’t turn away.”

And before your former lover could say anything you had already thrown down a pellet, causing the glass box to be filled with smoke. As soon as the smoke cleared, you and the painting were nowhere in sight. Yunho looked around, adrenaline rushing through his veins once more, and caught a glimpse of the light that emitted from your gear from the top of the building.

Wasting no time, he shot out his web and swung after you, following the trail of fluorescent lights you left behind. He watched as you skillfully jumped from rooftop to rooftop with the painting in one arm. You moved slower with the object in hand but nonetheless, you still managed to always be one step ahead of him.

You glance behind you when you felt that someone was chasing you and groaned inwardly. Although, part of you, the one that was still soft for Yunho, was quite impressed that he still managed to chase after you.

“Back off Spidey!” You call out to him, managing to evade a web that he shot at you to restrain you. “Don’t make this difficult.”

“The only one making this difficult is you, _____!” He replied as he scanned for a path that would lead him right to you.

Suddenly, his comms open and a voice filters through.

[Dude you were supposed to be home five minutes ago. Why are you going further away from the apartment?] Mingi asks with a confused tone.

“I sort of ran into trouble,” Yunho grunts as he pulled himself to the next building. “It’s _____.”

He could hear his friend splutter behind the comms. [ The _____? As in Black Cat _____?]

“Yes, them. Can you help-” Yunho gets cut off when something hits him in the chest, momentarily stinging him and jamming his comms as a wave of electricity runs through him. He stumbles back against the roof of a building, his web-shooters momentarily malfunctioning. He looked up to see you blow a flying kiss before continuing on down your path.

He sighs to himself. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way…”

Yunho may not have his web-shooters right now but he still had the agility and reflexes of a spider. He jumped and crawled from one building to the next as he trailed after you, still hot on your tail.

“You never know when to quit, do you?” You say when you notice that he was still after you. It was once amusing but now, it was starting to get on your nerves. Especially since you were on a tight schedule with your… client.

“I mean that’s how I ended up with you.” He retorts as he jumped from an antenna down to the glass roof of a condominium’s greenhouse. “You played hard to get and I played along with you.”

[You’re back online.] Mingi suddenly butted in to notify his friend.

Yunho took this as an opportunity to catch you off guard and literally catch you in his webs. He shot out short but consecutive bursts of webs towards you, making you stumble on your path and fall towards an apartment building roof. The painting clatters out of your hand and skids across the floor.

The young man took this as a chance to catch you, webbing both of your hands to the concrete floor before you could get up. He lands by your feet, opting to take the painting first before you could escape. You struggle to free yourself from your bonds, glaring up at him.

“The webs will dissolve in an hour,” Yunho informs you as he walked towards you. He didn’t want to resort to this but you were just too stubborn. “I’m going to let you off once, but only if you tell me why you’re doing this.”

You stopped struggling and suddenly smirked up at him. “Awe, at least I know that you still have a soft spot for me.” You tease, crossing your legs together despite your compromising position.

[Are they really flirting with you right now?] Mingi asks in disbelief. [Dude- that’s like some spy movie shit.]

“Not now Mingi,” Yunho whispers over to his comms but your ears manage to pick up what he said.

“Hi Mingi!” You call out from your spot on the floor. “Hope you’re doing well.”

[Did they just-]

“_____, please. You can trust me. Why are you doing this?” Yunho asks you, removing his mask to prove his point.

Your breath hitches momentarily. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him, a few years in fact, but he still managed to sweep you off your feet. “All I’ll say is that something from my past has caught up with me. And whether or not I liked this job- it’s something I couldn’t just turn down without losing something as a consequence.”

“Is someone forcing you to do this?” He asks as he steps closer to you.

You, on the other hand, decided to flip tables. While Yunho was distracted with interrogating you, you had managed to cut bits of the webs on your wrists with your clawed gloves. As soon as he was in proximity with you, you kicked up your feet and tore your hands way from the floor. Yunho toppled to the ground with you on top of him, knees pinning his legs to the floor while your hands held his wrists down.

“Hm, it’s been a while since we’ve been in this kind of position.” You tease, leaning over him to grab the painting. You chuckle at the way a beautiful red shade dusts his cheeks, his furious blush traveling all the way up to his ears.

[Oh, man. I’m not listening to this.] Mingi resigns before logging off of his comms, leaving Yunho alone with his thoughts and you.

“... does this have something to do with your family..?” He guessed, hoping that you’d let down your walls around him.

Your jaw clenches at the mention of your family. That’s when Yunho knew that you were in trouble. He knew how much you loved your family and what they meant to you. Hell, he loved your family too. They welcomed him like he was their own son when the two of you were dating back then.

“______- please. You can trust me. I can help you with, with whatever the hell this is.” He whispered up to you.

Silence surrounds the both of you. Your brows are furrowed as you look down at the man under you. You can see in his eyes that he was genuine, sincere in wanting to help you. He still loved you and you could see that in his gaze. And it tore at your heartstrings to see that he still felt something for you despite what you did to him back then. When you worked under Kingpin to get some powers from him so that you wouldn’t become a liability to Yunho and when you teamed up with Hammerhead to take him down later on.

Your anger and bitterness from your break up with Yunho and your drive to prove yourself worthy in the criminal underworld brought him so much pain and yet— here he was ready to drop everything to help you. A person who not only crushed his heart, but pieced it back together only to break it again.

You hadn’t realized that you were crying until you felt a hand brush your cheek. You flinch at the contact, backing away from Yunho and getting up from the floor. Yunho didn’t miss a beat and stood up after you. “_____,” He sighed and approached you. He took one more step towards you when you didn’t move away.

“...why are you doing this..?” You ask him when he was right in front of you. This time, when he reached up to cup your cheek again, you didn’t pull away. You instinctively leaned into his touch, a small sigh escaping your lips.

Yunho flashes you his signature smile. The dorky, lopsided that smile that never failed to lift your spirits. “Aside from the fact that I’m still head over heels for you,” He chuckled softly. “It’s the right thing to do. I know you’ve tried quitting this lifestyle before, and I can help you get things back to normal. But you just have to put your faith in me. There are other ways to go about things.”

You release a heavy sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you let his words sink in. “Fine,” You say after a while. And you swear his grin grew wider. “Only if you let me off this once.”

“A deal’s a deal, baby.” He says but snatches the portrait away from using his webs. “But we’re gonna have to put this back.”

Now it was your turn to smile. You shake your head and chuckle at him, fingers trailing up his arm to pinch his cheek. “Whatever you say Spidey.” You purr, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips.

He freezes up at the sudden action, his blush returning to his cheeks. He only reacts when you toss his mask back at him, already backing away from the rooftop. “I’ll see you around~”

You blow a kiss at him and hop off the ledge of the building, traveling back to your home. Yunho watched as your figure disappeared into the night, the weight of your lips still lingering against his skin. As he reached up to touch the part you kissed, he looked down at the painting you had stolen. It was still safe, thankfully, but a sticky note was plastered onto it.

Here’s my number. Keep in touch xoxo

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