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fighting for my life to keep myself from buying cool ouji outfit pieces because i can't wear any of them at my job and i don't go out enough to justify spending money on clothing i'll hardly have the time to wear
#turns out my pink hair and swagless personality is just what every brand wants and needs#too busy abiding by corporate dress code and safety regulations to dress to my full potential
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I love how much Hellyâs clothes have to say not just about her outieâs identity, but the origin of her rebellion as a whole.
Like⌠she breaks the dress code. Constantly. We know from The Lexington Letter that Lumon only allows white, black, navy, gray, and pastels. And what does Helly wear? Bright blues, green, orange, and at one point, even a dress that is unapologetically crayon-yellow.
For most of season one, the audience thinks this symbolizes Hellyâs rebellious nature. Of course her outfits break the rules and stand out like a sore thumb in the muted halls of MDR â so does she! Helly is a new wild card spicing up the lives of her coworkers and shaking up the system. She doesnât care a whit for Lumon and their stupid regulations, and her clothing reflects that.
But remember⌠Helly R. doesnât dress herself.
Helena does.
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If Helly could choose to break the dress code, she would â but she has no say in what she puts on every morning. It isnât her whoâs doing this. Itâs Helena Eagan who wakes up and, every time she gets ready for work, purposefully dresses herself in ways contrary to her own fatherâs company.
Whatever her reasons, the point is this: the only reason Helly can unashamedly break the dress code is that no one has the guts to tell the CEOâs daughter to follow the rules. That rebellion, that defiant warmth? Only there because of privilege.
And isnât that the point? Isnât that so much of what Helly R.âs âmoxieâ is? Yes, she fights against MDRâs mistreatment and galvanizes the innies to revolution! Which is awesome! But a lot of itâs because when she first woke up on that table, something inside her went, âThis isnât right.
âThis isnât how people are supposed to treat me.â
It is SO deliciously ironic that almost every sliver, every atom of resistance Helly has against Lumon is an inversion from a sense of entitlement that they gave her in the first place. Helly R. goes to work with someone elseâs power over her skin. Itâs both the flaming crest of her defiance and a constant, quiet reminder that it is only there because she is not like the others. That she is only rebellious because on the outside⌠she is used to getting her way.
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Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (GN + AFAB)
Summary: The AC at the BAU decides to take a holiday during a summer heatwave, and when you decide the FBIâs dress code is merely a suggestion, you unwittingly catch Spencerâs eye.
Genre: smut (18+, minors DNI)
Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, degradation, name-calling, edging, praise-kink, dumbification, basically Spencer is a tease and the reader really gets off on using his official title.
Word Count: 3.8k
Authors Note: Hello! This is my first posted fic, so any feedback is welcome and absolutely appreciated (I tried to keep it GN!AFAB but if you notice any gendered pronouns pls lmk immediately!) I finally decided to start writing again after a few years, so I might be a bit rusty but I recently started rewatching Criminal Minds and I am so in love with Spencer! This little fic was inspired by @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge, so big thank you to them for the inspiration! This could also develop into a multi part fic in the future, so if thatâs something youâd be interested in, please let me know in the tags and comments! XOXO K
Part two!
After three years in the BAU, you should know that summers in Quantico, Virginia are nothing to play about. Sure, it could be cloudy sometimes, and summer rain did allow for some relief, but with a heatwave on the way and a week of office work ahead of you, it seemed every member of your team was excited for the office AC.Â
That was, of course, until the maintenance department sent out an office-wide email telling you it was âundergoing workâ for the foreseeable future.Â
You received the email during your commute, and immediately turned around to change. There was no way you were surviving in your slacks and long-sleeve shirt, and, truth be told, you knew that your bosses wouldnât mind if you were a little more relaxed in your workplace attire if you werenât going to be spending time in the field.Â
It took all of thirty seconds to shoot a message to Garcia, telling her that youâd be a few minutes late for your daily carpool, letting her know the situation so she didnât hack into your car GPS (which she still claims she absolutely did not do the last time you accidentally slept in, but would in an emergency just to know you were safe).Â
She quickly sent you a reply: âput on that floral number we picked up last week! Between you and Morgan, I'm hoping my eyes will be feasting today đ.âÂ
You let out a little chuckle as you read the message, and quickly complied. A sundress didnât sound too bad right now at all.Â
The dress in question was perhaps pushing it slightly for office work. It was short, and you knew immediately when putting it on that you would spend the day pulling it down to a more appropriate length. But the shade of blue fit your skintone perfectly, and the floaty material was exactly what you needed to beat the heat.Â
Grabbing your keys again before you could second guess yourself, you didnât let your mind linger quickly on the thought that perhaps the dress was a little attention grabbing. And perhaps there was someone in the office whose attention you wanted to grab.Â
-X-
The commute into the office wasnât bad, but stepping out of your nicely temperature regulated car into a wall of heat made you thank yourself for your foresight. And it seemed that the rest of your team was dealing similarly. Walking into the office, you noticed that Prentiss had divested herself of her shirt, sitting comfortably with an iced coffee and red tank top, an electric fan inches from her face. Morgan was similarly outfitted in lighter clothes than usual, and you could audibly hear Penelopeâs brain working to come up with the best heat related compliment for her work husband. You couldnât see Hotch or Rossi, but you knew they kept their own back-up units in their offices, so they wouldnât be struggling at all today. You assumed JJ, too, was in her office.
âWell, look at you Cutie. Youâre gonna break some hearts today, I know.â You roll your eyes as you throw your bag down. You were used to Morganâs playful teasing by now, but compliments and affirmations were always welcome. You grimaced looking down at your desk chair and realised you had another problem. Your very recent purchase of a black leather office chair was going to absolutely make your day a living hell. Before you resigned yourself to a day of sitting in the orthopedic seventh layer of hell, your heard the angelic call of your office BFF.
âIt feels like the devilâs armpit in here, god, do not expect an miracles from me today, Iâm collecting my laptop and immediately moving away from all the heavy heat-producing machinery in my cave. Anyone got any space at their desk for me to work at?âÂ
âYes!â You replied a little too quickly.Â
âFeel free to make yourself at home, Pen, I have to look over some files with Reid later anyways so Iâll just pull up a spare chair to his desk, itâs all yours.â You thanked your lucky stars that everyone was too hot to tease you about your imminent proximity to the officeâs Boy Wonder.Â
It turns out hiding a small, tiny, stupid crush from a team of FBI profilers wasnât the easiest thing to do, but you were confident in thinking the only one who had clocked on so far was Penelope. And that was only because of your weekly girls nights and an unfortunate habit of spilling secrets while intoxicated. Sure, the others still teased sometimes, but that was only because the two of you were the easiest targets. And they just didnât know how on the nose they were sometimes.Â
She gave you a quick look, of the âwe will be discussing this laterâ variety but didnât say anything else and quickly excused herself to collect her things.Â
You quickly pulled up a (non-leather) chair next to Reidâs and straightened out your dress as you started searching for the file you were looking for. Although you absolutely had an ulterior motive to intruding on his space, you actually did have work to do. But the heat, and the knowledge that youâd be working closely with Reid again any minute now did nothing to help you stay focused.Â
Of course, having worked on the same team now for three years meant that youâd been alone together before. In all honestly, he was your partner of choice for any field task and you complimented each other well. The two of you worked together on Geographical Profiles for the majority of your cases, using your people skills, and his practical knowledge to gain insight into the locations unsubs lived, worked, murdered and hid their victims. And of course, you were friends outside the office, too. But you felt there was a distance between the two of you that made itself known the minute you stepped off the Jet or out of the bullpen.Â
As you searched the desk, you let your mind wander to what he would look like in this heat. You knew he didnât deal with the heat well, and could often be found with his shirt sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone on the cases in the warmer climates. You thought about him panting in the heat, pushing his hair out of his face, glistening with sweat and grumbling quietly about the heat. You specifically thought back to a case from a few weeks back, where the two of you had an awkward run-in with an automatic sprinkler when you made your way to interview a witness. His purple shirt had ended up soaked, and on day six of the investigation, his go bag was thankfully short of replacement clothing. So heâd sat in the precinct, shirt semi-transluscent, completely oblivious to your brazen oggling and sudden lack of anything intellectual to say. Or anything to say in general.Â
It was only as you felt yourself getting warmer (a particularly impressive feat on today of all dayâs) that you had to pull yourself out of the fantasy. But of course, as you stood up to get yourself a cool drink, you realised you were face to face with the man of your fantasies.Â
âY/N? Did you need something?â He looked down at you, with a soft smile on his face.Â
âOh! No, it was Garcia, she, um, she needed somewhere to work because her office is practically a sauna with all those computers. And I was thinking, we still need to work on that report on the geographical profile from the last case, so I offered herâŚmyâŚâ You trailed off, noticing you were rambling and allowed yourself a second to look at the man in front of you properly for the first time that day.Â
It was going to be a miracle if you got any work done ever again. Â
Like you, heâd opted for a change in uniform. Heâd rid himself of his usual waistcoat-cardigan combo and was left in a button down shirt. It was, as youâd hoped and prayed, open slightly more than usual at the top. You frowned unconsciously as you realised he had also pushed his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, unhappy that you wouldnât get to watch him do it in-person, his veins popping out as he exerted himself in the smallest way.Â
A few seconds of silence passed, and you had to make yourself tear your eyes away from a droplet of sweat that was neatly making its way down his throat, tracing a line that you could only hope to one day follow with your lips. When you snapped your eyes up to his, he nervously did the same, gripping his bag a little tighter to him.Â
âOh, yeah that sounds good, um, let me just put my bag down and we can, uh, get started I guess.âÂ
âYeah of course. I was just gonna grab a drink first, do you want one?âÂ
âSure, yeah, a coffee would be good.â
âOkay, Iâm no expert but that cannot be healthy in this heat. I know youâre practically a caffeine addict at this point, but Iâm getting you a glass of water and youâre going to thank me, okay Doctor?â
He rolled his eyes and settled comfortably into his seat, but made no complaints as you walked away.Â
-X-
âThis is ridiculous, how can they expect us to work like this?â Agent Prentiss grumbled from her desk.Â
âOh, come on now, Prentiss, you canât be complaining about a little heat, now.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at your coworkers playful back-and-forth, doing your best to not melt into your borrowed seat. Youâd been working side-by-side with Reid for the last three hours and the heat was now unbearable. You were stuck to the seat in an uncomfortable way, especially with the extra exposed skin from your dress. It had ridden up your legs more than you expected it would, so you were constantly shifting in your seat attempting to keep yourself decent.Â
The heat rolling off your teammate didnât help. You had assumed that his love of cardigans, scarves and layers in general meant that he usually ran on the cooler side, but he was practically burning up next to you, making any and all accidental touch near intolerable.Â
Each accidental brush of his fingers as you passed files between the two of you, each knock of your knees together under the desk as you moved to read over one-anothers shoulders, and every time you got up for another drink, itâs like heâs read your mind because he stood up at the same time and you had to awkwardly untangle yourself from the mess of desk chairs and office furniture. With every touch, you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, the heat pooling between your legs embarrassingly.
Itâs only when, later in the day, he brushes the seam of your skirt with his fingers when reaching over you with his other hand for a file you know for a fact he does not need, you realise that all of those accidental touches may have been absolutely intentional.Â
Lowering your voice to a whisper, you bring your lips closer to his ears.âSpence, what was that?â You try to keep your voice steady, but his fingers are stil lingering closer to your sensitive areas than you found comfortable.
He drops his eyes to yours, looking you in the eye for the first time since you started working together in a comfortable silence.Â
âWhat was what?â He asks innocently, his cheeks flushes as he starts drawing small circles on your thigh.
âYouâre touching me. Youâve been touching me a lot today, Doctor.â
âOh, Iâm Doctor now, am I?â He smiles at you before quickly moving his attention back to the file he was reading.Â
âDonât change the subject.â You feel your whole body flush, as he ignores you and continues his reading, not removing his hand from your leg the entire time.Â
âS-Spencer, Iâm serious.â He looks at you again then, and your heart jumps into your throat as you realise heâs removed his hand from the hem of your skirt, only to have it return under the material, moving closer and closer to where you really wanted him.Â
âYou know,â he whispers under his breath, so quiet youâre sure that no one could overhear, âyou look really pretty in this dress.â
Your brain is short circuiting as you feel his hand on your inner thigh, failing to register the implication of his words as you do your best to stammer out a reply.Â
âA-actually, Garcia chose it out for me. She said that you would-â you cut yourself off before you can say anymore. Youâre surrounded by a room of your close friends and teammates and youâre doing your best not to beg your incredibly attractive coworker to push his fingers into you right then and there. Biting your lip so you donât say anything else, you try to stand and shift away.Â
But Reid is there, and with his other hand he maneouvers you even closer to him somehow. Â
âShe said I would what, beautiful?â
Heâs so close now and you find yourself again staring at his exposed neck, wanting nothing more than to bury your head in him and kiss and lick and bite until he gives you what you want. The little circles heâs drawing on your legs are removing your inhibitions quicker than any alcohol could.Â
But then he grips you a little tighter, and forces you to look up into his eyes again and respond.Â
âShe said that you would, uh, she said that you wouldânt be able to take your eyes off of me. We were shopping together and she was just teasing and, well, yeah.â
âAll dressed up for me, then? You thought youâd test the theory and see if she was right?âÂ
And suddenly heâs ghosting his fingers across your panties and youâre doing your best to not make any other noises as he looks you deep in your eyes.
âDo you think she was right, Y/N?â He asks. But before your brain can catch up and choose whether or not to answert, heâs pulling away. Heâs standing up and heâs walking over to Morgan, file in hand, asking questions about another previous case file, and youâre left sitting at his desk questioning if any of that actually just happened.
-X-
You spent the rest of the day in a daze. Luckily, your team was so busy complaining about the heat that you were sure none of them noticed the tension you carried through the rest of your day. With the AC still not working, Garcia had gained permission from Hotch to head back to her own apartment to finish up the day with more appropriate equipment, and had quickly evacuated your desk, allowing you to retreat back to your own space.Â
Emily had finished her own paperwork early due to a well-timed bet with Morgan, and had taken herself off to JJâs office, and Morgan was meeting with Hotch in his office to discuss a potential death row intervew. So with the end of the workday in sight, only you and Reid remained in the bullpen.Â
After your little run in, you knew that you werenât going to get any effective work done. Emily had once joked that Reidâs high IQ gets slashed to 60 every time he comes in contact with an attractive woman. At the time, youâd laughed, joked along. Nowthat it was your reality, it wasnât as funny to you.Â
Heâd played with you, called you beautiful, had his hands on you in the most frustratingly dizzying way- and then just as soon walked away from you. It wasnât as if you wanted him to take you right then and there, in front of the entire office.Â
In fact, youâre quite sure that no matter how horny you were, youâd have stopped him before he went any further that publically. But you werenât as sure you wouldnât have dragged him off to a supply closet and forced him down on his knees and under your skirt.Â
To be short, you were pissed. He had left you, hot and bothered, on a day where you literally could get no relief from the heat.Â
You watched him work for a while after that. His desk faced away from yours, which meant you could covertly watch him whilst he worked and he would be none the wiser. After catching yourself staring a hole into the back of his head for the fifth time in an hour, you grunted out a curse and started packing your things up for the day. Unfortunately, you were just loud enough to catch the manâs attention.Â
âLeaving so soon, princess?â
âYes. Itâs hot and Iâm tired and I just want to go home and take a cold shower and get into bed.â You started packing your things up again, but you quickly noticed that Spencer was doing the same.Â
âAre you leaving as well?â You asked, your stomach doing a small flip in apprehension of his answer.Â
âYeah. Iâm also hot, and tired and a cold shower sounds amazing right about now.âÂ
You flushed at even the slightest change of a double meaning. Did he want to shower with you? Was he really going to step over that line?Â
He continued to pack up his things calmly, and you did the same. You walked towards the elevator, and it wasnt until he reached from behind you to press the call button that you realised he was so closely following you.Â
âAnd besides, your bed sounds amazing right about now.â The hairs on your neck stood up as he whispered into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck as you felt heat pool between your legs for the second time that day. You froze up like a deer in headlights, and as the elevator dinged open, you felt Spencer walk you in, press the button, and close the door before making his next move.Â
âYou didnât answer me earlier, you know? When I asked about the dress? Do you think Garcia was right?â He had crowded you into one corner of the elevator, and your brain was still short-circuiting. Shit, maybe you were the one whose IQ was cut in half, because the man in front of you seemed more confident than you had ever seen him before.Â
His placed his hands on the guard rail either side of you, as one of his legs found its way between yours and you let out a small whimper, then cursed yourself when you saw the smirk growing on his face.Â
âCome on, Princess, use your words.â He teased again.Â
âShe wasnât right.â You breathed out. âYou looked at me a few times, but nothing too long and nothingâŚinappropriate, but-â
âBut what?â He pushed his leg further into you, moving his hands to grip the fabric at our waist, and suddenly you were counting your blessings that no other agent in the building had decided to use the elevator right now.Â
âBut you canât keep your hands off of me.â His lips crashed into yours the second you finished your sentence, as you desperately grabbed at his hair, desperate to feel more and more of him against you despite the sticky heat.Â
He pulled away reluctantly as the elevator came to a stop in the basement carpark, but you still desperately clung to him, pressing kisses into his jaw and down his neck as you breathed in the scent of his sweat on his skin. Your words had failed you, but your body was desperate to communicate exactly what you needed.Â
He chuckled as he pulled you off of him, stroking your hair as he pulled you to your car. Opening the passenger side door for you and taking the keys from your bag, he placed a kiss to your temple, pulling away only enough to whisper into your ear. âWhich one of us canât keep their hands off the other now?âÂ
You were hot and delirious and you were not going to interrupt him now. He climbed into the driverâs seat, something you knew he didnât do often, and placed his hand on your leg again as he drove.Â
âSpread your legs,â he ordered as soon as you were far enough away from the building. You complied immediately, not wanting to interrupt anything the man might do to you. âGood girl,â he mumbled as he immediately picked up where he left off earlier, rubbing your sensitive nub through your underwear. Your dress was pushed up nowÂ
âYou know, Garcia was rightâ he spoke again, his fingers snaking their way under the elastic of your underwear. You could only moan in surprise, desperately close to getting exactly what you wanted. Â
âI have been staring at you this whole day. You came in this short dress, practically on display for anyone to see.â His fingers were now slowly circling your clit, going torturously slowly as you bucked up your hips for some much needed friction. Â
âWhen you got me that glass of water, I followed you, you know. Watched you reach for the glass on the top shelf, saw your skirt riding up. Weâre you so desperate for me to notice you that you put yourself on display for the entire office like a little whore?â You moaned in surprise as his words registered in your mind.Â
You tried to reply, to deny and protest your innocence, but he chose that minute to thrust a finger into you, the awkward angle forced by your position in the car creating a beautiful friction. You started rocking your hips quicker against his hand, opening yourself up to him fully, and grabbing his wrist so he couldnât pull away for a third time that day.Â
âYou canât even deny it, Look at you using my hand to get yourself off. Are you gonna come for me? Gonna do it right here in your car?â You moan out a yes as he adds another finger, stretching you out further as you whimper around him.Â
âFuck, yes Spence, Iâm a whore, your little whore.â You feel that familiar coil in the bottom of your stomach tighten and soon your releasing yourself all over his hands. Gasping for air, your head falls back on the passenger seat, and you release your grip on Spencerâs hands.Â
âGood job, princess, you did so well for me. Weâre almost home now, letâs get you in that shower.â You whimper a little, nodding as you allow your brain to settle once again, completely comfortable with letting Spencer take control and do whatever he needs to do with you for the rest of the night.Â
-X-
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If I Was Your Boyfriend
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"If he was your boyfriend, he would give you the actual world. Sadly he is just your best friend with the biggest unrequited crush ever."
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: Unrequited Crush!AU, Idiots in Love!AU, Best Friends to Lovers!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance
Warnings: OC is scared of a bug (me fr), he kills it for her, he would do anything for her, yearning, unrequited feelings (? mhhm ?), listen. he may be a lil bit dense when it comes to reading signs jsjjss bless his heart, i need him as my boyfriend, so much tension between them, jsjsjs this is pure torture i want them to kiss!!, brief mention of adult toys, miscommunication because he suuucks at love confessions, protective & slightly jealous!Kook, he is the greenest flag though like seriously, the happiest end hihi, the inspo was seven mv kook, she is shorter than him because i have the hugest size kink with him and this is so self-indulgent <3, once again i need him as my boyfie
Wordcount: 10.5k
a/n: sometimes i have ideas for one specific trope without wanting to write the whole book lmaooo, so enjoy this lil slow burn fluff scenario which is so self-indulgent and fanfiction coded. also, it was inspired by a real life event where i found a bug in my bed and i had to kill it on my own :( i was being very brave about it đ ps: this is very unrealistic 'cause like why would you only be best friends with HIM? that wouldn't be an unrequited crush if that was me. happy birthday to kookie đ
The call comes around two at night. Jungkook picks up with the first ring. He was working out before that.
âHello? Are you okay?â he asks, resting his head against the edge of the sofa as he is currently sitting on the floor. He was doing sit ups before that, trying his hardest to regulate his sped-up breathing right now.
âKook, please help me.â
Jungkook sits up straight.
âWhere are you? Are you safe?â
âI donât know. I think itâs following me. I locked it inside my room but I can still hear it.â
âStay with me, Iâm getting dressedâ, he says, jumping to his feet to hurry to his front door.
âPlease hurry please. Iâm so scared.â
âIâm coming, donât worry. Are you home?â
âYes. Hurry please.â
âIâm coming, stay strong. Yeah?â
âYes, thank youâ, you say and end the call.
Jungkook curses, shoving the phone into his pants pocket. He puts on his jacket as he runs down the hallway and puts on his beanie once he is inside the elevator. He is restless in the small space, wishing for it to go quicker. Itâs too slow.
âCome on, come onâ, he stresses it, knowing that it is fruitless.
You are his best friend. Well, at least that is what you would call him. Best friend. Jungkook sees so much more in you. His best friend, his person of trust, his crush. He would never tell you his feelings because he doesnât want to make it awkward. But if there were no consequences for speaking up, Jungkook would tell you that you are his dream girl. You are funny, sweet, caring, talented, intelligent, wonderful, perfect, amazing, beautiful, pretty, stunning. Yes, Jungkook thinks that you are all of these things and more. When he is close to you, his heart races and he wants to keep looking at your face. When you are sad, he wants to make you happy again and when you smile, he wants to keep it on your face. When you arenât with him, he misses you and when you are with him, he hopes that time stops passing. You are the person he updates on the most mundane of things and whose text messages always bring a quick flutter to his chest. Your voice is the voice he could listen to for hours and your face is the face he doesnât get tired of staring at when you and he video chat late night till you and he both run out of things to say. And at the same time, you are the person with whom Jungkook never runs out of things to talk about, if he didnât have to breathe, he would continue to babble to you until your ears wore off. Jungkook swears that if there were no consequences for his words, he would tell you all of this.Â
But alas, there are consequences and so Jungkook is left keeping his true feelings hidden.
The outcome of tonightâs phone call obviously wouldnât have changed whether or not he had romantic feelings for you. Jungkook loves you as a friend as well. And he will always be there for his friends. Especially when they are clearly scared by something.
Jungkook rings your bell. You open the door as if you were waiting for him, grabbing him by his wrists to drag him inside. Jungkookâs entire body flutters at the feeling of your touch.Â
âFinally you are here. Come in quick, pleaseâ, you tell him.
You must have been sleeping already. You are in your pyjamas and have no make-up on. Jungkook swears that you have never looked more beautiful before.Â
âWhat happened? Did someone break in?â he asks instead of telling you that you are beautiful.
âWorse.â
âWorse?â
âKook, there is a huge bug in my room. Please kill it.â
Jungkook stops in his tracks. You call him over for that? You stop when you feel his strength all of a sudden, looking over your shoulder. He has his right brow cocked up.
âWhat?â you stress.
âYou give me a heart attack for that?â
âWhat? Of course. Itâs a bug.â
Jungkook sighs in annoyance, âseriously?â
âYes, seriously.â You round him to shove him by his back. âKill it for me, please Kook.â
âFine, Iâll kill itâ, he gives up and groans, letting you shove him to your bedroom. Jungkook would never dare to think this way, but right now he wished that you were shoving him to your room for something else. Nothing dirty of course, just cuddles. Lots of cuddles. He would literally trade both his kidneys so he could hold you in his arms until you fall asleep just once. He would make sure that you were warm and that you felt safe in his embrace. He would kiss your face and tell you sweet nothings like how he thinks of you when he listens to love songs and how he wishes that it was you and he whenever he sees a romantic scene in a movie.
God, Jungkook is so done for.Â
âWhere is this stupid bug?â he acts annoyed to make the yearning a little easier. It is difficult when you have your hands on his back and they are so, so warm.
âIn there.â You open the door carefully and look around. âFollow meâ, you say, tiptoeing into your room.
Jungkook follows you, smiling fondly. You are cute when you are acting like this.Â
âWhere is it?â he asks, trying his hardest not to think about how he wants to snuggle you for being cute.
âI donât know. It was right there when I last saw it.â
âMaybe itâs already gone.â
âNo, it was-âÂ
The bug flies past you, you scream instantly, jumping at Jungkook for help.
âThe bug! Eeeek Kooook! I hate bugs!â you squeak, hiding away in his chest.
Jungkook hopes that you canât feel his racing pulse, because it is racing. You never touched him like this before, let alone snuggled so close to him.Â
Act cool. Act cool. Act cool.Â
He wraps one arm around you, patting the back of your head.Â
âThere, there you big babyâ, he teases.
âI hate bugs so muchâ, you whine, snuggling closer.
He glances down at you, feeling every beat his heart takes.
Act cool! Act cool! Act cool!
What if he wrapped both arms around you? Would that go too far? He wouldnât mean anything dirty behind it, he just really wants to hug you and feel you melt in his arms.
âKill it, Kook pleaseâ, you whine and move your head so you were looking up at him. Your eyes lock.
Jungkook bites down on his tongue, forgetting to breathe for just a few moments.
ACT COOL! ACT COOL! ACT COOL!
What if he cupped your face right here and now to kiss your nose and cheeks and forehead and chin and lips and eyes? What if he did that?
âPlease kill it.â
âI am, you gotta let go for thatâ, he gets out, surprised at how normal his voice sounds eventhough he is currently losing his mind.
Please donât let go. Please donât let go.Â
You let go. Disappointment from his side. You hide behind him and grab his waist for moral support. Butterflies in his tummy, his knees buckle a little. Holy moly. Holy moly. Wow. Oh wow oh wow oh wow.Â
âYouâre seriously so brave for thisâ, you tell him.
âYeah, yeah or maybe youâre just a scaredy cat.â
He has no idea how he is able to talk properly right now when you have him literally messed up.Â
Jungkook inches close to where the bug is sitting on the wall while his thoughts and heart are racing. He has to act nonchalant about the situation. You are only holding him like this because you are scared.
âDo you have a shoe?â he asks you, hating his hand for shaking when he presents it to you.
You bend down and take off your right slipper, âwill this do?âÂ
âPerfect.âÂ
Jungkook takes the slipper and carefully moves closer to the bug. Your fingers tighten on his waist.
âCareful nowâ, you comment.
âI amâ he gets out, concentrating vigorously. He canât mess up now, you are counting on him.Â
âAlmost there. Almost thereâ, you cheer him on.
Jungkook slams the shoe down. The bug has no chance of escape. You scream.
âGotcha.â
âDid you get it? Is it dead? Kook, is it dead?â
Jungkook lifts the slipper and looks at the squished bug on its sole. He shows it to you.
âDead.â
âYay, itâs dead. Ew how nasty, you can see the intestines.â
âRight. Give me a minute, Iâm cleaning it.â
âUse acid for it. Just to be sure it doesnât come back.
He chuckles, âsure, Iâll use acid.â
He leaves you in your bedroom to hurry to the bathroom.Â
Your apartment is familiar to him. He spends a lot of time here. Mostly to chill on your couch and watch shows with you. Sometimes you also cook dinner together and then eat it by the table, while other times you do a workout together. Seriously, you are his fucking dream girl.Â
One time as you and he were cooking together, he needed something from the shelf above you, but you couldnât step away from the stove. So he got it while you were right in front of him and his chest brushed against your back and he swears that he heard your breath hitch for a moment. Jungkook wanted to hug you back then. When you later that evening turned to let him taste the cooking only to use the same fork to taste it yourself, Jungkook almost kissed you.Â
One time when you were watching a show, you got cold hands and Jungkook offered to warm them for you. He didnât think you would accept, but you did and so he ended up with your cold hands under his hoodie as you warmed them up on his skin. Jungkook swears that he wanted to pin you against the sofa and kiss your cute face back then.
One time when you were doing a workout together, you struggled with a movement and asked him for help. He ended up having to hold you by your hips as he guided you through the movement. He wanted to flip you and kiss you senseless back then.Â
He never felt like this before. He was scared of these feelings at first, but now he canât get enough. You are a foodie, a romance lover and a lover for couple workouts and itâs so impossible for him not to be in love. You are seriously his dream girl. There is no fucking way around this.
Jungkook knows that tonight will be such a memory as well. the kind of memory which tingles, but which also makes him regret that he didnât act differently. When you cuddled into him, he wanted to hug you properly. When you grabbed his waist he wanted to turn in your grasp and kiss you against the door. But he knows that he canât. He would ruin what you are having and he could never get over this heartbreak.
Jungkook looks at your toothbrush as he cleans the shoe. Sometimes he thinks about how it would feel to be represented in your bathroom as the second toothbrush right next to yours. Â
Jungkook bites down on his tongue, burning holes into the empty space next to your toothbrush. He would put so much effort into taking care of himself so you could always look at the best version of him. He would do skincare nights with you. He would try out hair masks with you and rub body lotion on the spots you canât reach. He would brush his teeth, floss them and use mouthwash religiously just so his kisses would always taste good. He would do all of this if it meant you had an attractive boyfriend.
Jungkook looks away. He is doing it again, he is getting delusional. He shouldnât do that. It isnât his right.Â
He turns off the water and leaves the bathroom so he could return the slipper to you.
You are in the kitchen, looking at him instantly.
âIs it gone?â you ask him.
âYup, itâs gone. Your slipper.â
âThank you seriously. You just saved my lifeâ, you say and lift a bottle of his favorite beer. âThank You Beer?â
He shakes his head, âI need to drive.â
âOkay. Then a Thank You Water?â
âYeah, I can drink that.â
Jungkook accepts the offer because he can stay with you longer that way.
âComing right up. Get comfy in the meantime.â
Jungkook waits on the sofa, but stands up when you come inside the room. He accepts the water and sits back down. You plop down right in front of him, pulling your legs onto the pillow. Your knees are almost touching the side of thigh.
âYou seriously saved my ass tonight. I was already in bed when I felt something tickle my arm and then I turned on the lights and it was right on my arm. I screamed so loud, you have no idea.â
âThat sounds traumatic.â
âIt was traumatic.â You shudder. âI hate bugs.â
Jungkook laughs softly.
âWhat? Are you laughing at me?â
âNo, just laughing âcause I agree. You really hate bugs.â
âI do. Awful things, seriously.â
He laughs and you laugh as well. Your eyes meet again. He takes a sip of his water then asks a question which scares him a little.
âWhy did you call me?â
âWhy not?â
âI, I meanâ, he stutters, feeling his heart do somersaults.
âYou were my first thought. Itâs probably because youâre always keeping me safe.â
Jungkook swears he wants to kiss you right now. He is the first person you think of when you need help. He is your safe person. Wow, wow, wow.
âIs that weird to say?â you ask him shyly.
âNot at allâ, he gets out in a terribly hoarse voice.
âOkay phew. I knew that I could count on you.â
Jungkook gives you a smile. One you retort with a vast glance at his lips.
Jungkook brings the empty glass to the kitchen to clean it after he finishes it. You follow him.Â
âYou donât have to clean thatâ, you tell him, trying to reach for the glass but he moves it away.
âI got itâ, he assures you, looking at you over his arm.
You and he are so close again. He canât stop looking into your eyes. He knows that he is delusional, but in his mind, your eyes are so bright when you look at him. But itâs not real and he is acting stupid when he is staring like that. He turns his head away, blind to the few more seconds your eyes seem to linger on his face.
âWhat were you doing when I called you?â you ask him, watching his hands as he washes the glass.
âWorking out.â
âReally? At this time?â
âThatâs when I get energised.â
âOf course you do. What were you doing?â
âJust stuff on the floor.â
âNice. Like push ups and stuff?â
âYeah and sit ups.â
âThatâs cool.âÂ
He has his back turned to you, putting away the glass. He is wearing a white oversized shirt, but the movement makes it stick to his body, showing not only his skinny waist but also his built, muscular back. His shoulders grew so much over the past seven months. (Seven months ago was when you decided to download a dating app and told Jungkook about it. Jungkook started working out harder since then.)Â
He closes the cupboard and turns.Â
âSomething wrong?â he asks, somehow oblivious to your stares.Â
âNothing, no uhm.â You look to the side. âYou probably wanna leave now?â
He doesnât want to leave.
âIf you still need me here, I can stayâ, he offers.
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.
âReally?â
He nods his head, giving you a sweet smile with teeth. He would do anything for you, even mess up his sleep schedule.
âMaybe there is another bug, you know?â you say, playing with your own fingers shyly.
His heart is jumping in joy. He can stay longer.Â
âThat could be possible, yeah. Should we check?â he offers as calmly as possible.
âYeah, please.â
Yay! Yay! Yay!
âI know I sound so stupid.â
âYou donât. Come on, Iâll check.â
You and he go to your bedroom together. Jungkook wants to hold your hand, but knows that he canât. You close the door to your bedroom. His pulse flutters for a moment. In another lifetime, this would be the moment you pull him into a kiss. But Jungkook knows that stupid things like different lifetimes are stuff of movies, not reality.
He has to act as your best friend who doesnât have a crush on you if he wanted to or not. He lifts your blanket and shakes it out.
âNo bugsâ, he comments.
âThatâs good, yeah. I should probably check the pillows.â
You crawl onto bed and make it your job to flip each individual pillow. Jungkook looks at you for a moment. He hates that things like different lifetimes are stuff of movies. Because in a different lifetime, he jumps onto bed with you to hug you. He listens to your giggle and makes you giggle even harder by tickling your sides.
You, oblivious to his longing stares, flip yet another pillow.Â
âNo bugs here, thank god. I probably sound insane to you, but Iâm actually so scared that thereâs a whole bug family in this room.â
âYou donât sound insane. Iâll take care of them if we find them.â
âYouâre seriously my hero.â
Jungkook is thinking. Maybe he could still make you laugh, he thinks. Not by showering you in skinship, but differently.Â
âHey, check this outâ, he says.
âWhat? Did you find another bug?!â you gasp, whipping around instantly.
âIâm a bug. Bzzzâ, he says and jumps onto bed, flapping his arms as if he was a bug flying.
You cough out air, following it up with a loud laugh.
Jungkook flops onto his back and wiggles his limps.
âNow Iâm flipped onto my back and canât get upâ, he says, squirming from side to side stupidly. âHelp me. Bzzzz.â
You laugh to the point it becomes just a little ugly and way too loud. At least you would call it that. Jungkook calls it the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. He loves to be goofy when it means that he can make you laugh. Some people call him childish and tell him to act his age, but Jungkook doesnât care about these people because you love the way he is. You always smile and laugh so much when he gets goofy and childish and it is so worth every rude comment he gets. One time, he played around with a snapback hat, acting silly with it until you cackled loudly. Another time he showed you a card trick with goofy sound effects, basking in the giggles you gave him. He knows that he looks stupid in these moments, but he would literally turn into a silly jester if it meant that you could laugh just one more time.
âHelp me, Iâm a bug and I canât get upâ, he whines dramatically.
âWait, Iâll help youâ, you joke and place your hands on his torso. One on his chest, the other on his stomach.
He tenses up like a board of wood, forgetting all about being silly. His limbs drop, as does his heart. You are touching him! This never happened before when he acted goofy. What should he do? What is the correct reaction to this?
âWhy are you such a heavy bug? I canât flip youâ, you are still being playful with him, but Jungkook canât find humour anymore. He is starstruck.Â
He chuckles deeply, letting out a breathy, âyeah.âÂ
You glance at him. The second your eyes meet, his heart is racing. You are so fucking beautiful.Â
âHehâ, he lets out and places his hand over yours, eyes flitting to your lips unknowingly.
âHmâ, you let out, studying his gazing eyes. Your lips feel kissed just from his look.Â
âMhmâ, he hums and smiles, shimmying his head just a little closer to you. He feels your minty breath swirl over his face like this, squeezing your hand in reaction. What if he just did it? What if he just kissed you right here and now?
Your smile falls.
âSorryâ, you whisper, pulling your hands back and sitting up.Â
Jungkook gasps for air, coming back to reality. What was this moment? Is he going crazy? Why would he do that?
Your eyes meet for a brief second then you look away again, rubbing the side of your neck.
Jungkook sits up, âI should, uhm, probably check under the bed too, right?â he tries to change topics and rolls over to stick his head under the bed. He might die of heart palpitations.
There are a few boxes under the bed, some shoe boxes and an exposed adult toy. Jungkook does a double take. Oh god, panic.
Jungkook shoots back up, staring at you with big eyes.
âWhat?â
âYou uhmâŚâ
âWhat?â You crawl to the edge and bend down to look, shooting up again within a second, âWhat did you see??â
His entire face flushes, he looks to the side instantly, right hand coming to rub the side of his neck. Your entire face feels on fire, you want to die on the spot.
âI, I didnât see anything I swearâ, he stutters.
âKook, please donât remember thisâ, you insist, shaking him by his shoulders.
âItâs seriously fineâ, he assures you, panicking so so much.
âThis is so embarrassing.â
âNo, itâs okay. Sorry for invading your space like that.â
âIâm actually gonna cry, please donât remember thisâ, you beg him.
âI didnât even see anythingâ, he lies, feeling his heart give up. For real, it will give up. He feels so guilty. You are so upset and uncomfortable and itâs all his fault. âIâm sorry.â
âNo you, I guess, I donât know, I justâ, you stutter, unable to form any coherent sentences.
Jungkook feels just as awkward as you, suddenly needing to stand up.
âI think I should goâ, he says.
âReally?â
âYeah, itâs getting late.â
âOh, yeah. Totally.â
Fuck, fuck, fuck. You fucked it. You are internally panicking, blind to the fact that Jungkook is panicking as well.
His face is so red and itâs making him scared that you can see it. He doesnât want you to think that he is imagining you like that, because he really isnât. But for just a second it crossed his mind and it managed to dye his face so red that he feels like crying. Of course he wants to stay with you. Of course he wants to spend every single second of this night with you, talking and laughing and looking at you, but he might not be able to get rid of this blush right now. He needs to leave.
You follow behind him, panicking more and more. You let him put on his shoes and his beanie, you watch him close his jacket unable to say anything. You swear that you always clean up after yourself, but you were busy this morning and forgot to put it away after sanitizing it. Jungkook was never supposed to see it. Not him. Everyone but him.
âIâll text you once Iâm homeâ, Jungkook tells you.
âYouâre not disgusted now, are you?â you finally get the scary words out.
âWhat?â
You are both dragging out the inevitable.Â
âI donât know, justâŚI tried the dating app stuff. I met people, you know?â
Jungkook feels like dying when you talk about this stuff. He stands in the apartment complex hallways, looking at you as you tell him about your hook ups and he wants to fucking die as he does. He has been loyal to you ever since he started this stupid crush on you. Of course he knows that it is impossible of him to expect the same from you. But he has been so fucking loyal to you that you literally broke his heart seven months ago when you told him about your newest download. He wasnât strong enough to get over his crush, so now he dies all over again each time you tell him about your hook-ups.
âAnd it just felt weird. I couldnât do itâ, you confess.
âReally?â suddenly what happened before is wiped from his mind. You never went through with it? His loyalty was reciprocated? Jungkook knows that he is being so delusional right now and yet he still hangs on to your every word like a worshipper of your syllables, staring at your lips as you talk.
âYeah, but I still have needs, you know? Oh god, why did I say that? This didnât make it better. Just forget I ever said anything.â
âI, I didnât hear anythingâ, Jungkook stutters, feeling weak-kneed. The wall between him being a good person and a reckless person is as fragile as a sheet of fresh ice. One wrong step from you and he might actually confess how he really feels.
âOkay good, letâs keep it at that.â You push at his chest. Jungkook swears he actually whimpers as you do it. âGo home and let us forget about all of this, please.â
Should he do it? Should he be reckless?
You step back, now standing in your apartment.
Do it! Open, mouth!
âText me once youâre home, okay?â
âOkay.â
No! This isnât the right thing to say! Be reckless!
âThank you for tonight, sleep tight.â
âSweet dreams.â
Tell her! Fucking tell her!
The door closes.
Jungkook falls out of his fearful trance, gasping for air. His heart tells him to knock for another chance, his mind tells him not to. He turns and leaves, hitting his own head as punishment for being the most stupid person that ever existed. Tonight could have gone so well. He could have had more time with you, he got the confirmation that you never tried the dating app thing, he had everything and he has to ruin it by being a creep. Why did he look under your bed? Thatâs where most people store their sexy stuff. Why did he have to make you uncomfortable? What if you never want to see him again? What if he ruined your friendship without ever doing the one thing he always wished to ruin it with? In his dreams he always ruined it by confessing his feelings, but his reality was because he was a creep.
Jungkook cries in his car on his way home. He forgets about texting you and spends a sleepless night regretting his choices.
Maybe he did fall asleep, otherwise it would be impossible for his phone to rip him awake the next day. He barely opens his puffy eyes at first, but opens them widely when he sees that it is you calling him.
âHello?â he picks up hastily.
âOh thank god. You didnât text me last night and I was worried.â
The text! Jungkook slaps his own forehead, sitting up straight.
âIâm so sorry, IâŚâ
âItâs okay, I already had a gist that you forgotâ, you assure him, âdo you have time?âÂ
âOf course, whatâs up?â
âYou know, uhm.â You laugh in embarrassment. âLast night was a mess, wasnât it?â
âNo uhm, itâs fine.â
âYou wouldnât be down for a grocery trip with barbeque and beer afterwards, would you? My treat, as an apology for traumatising you.â
âOf course, I would. Today?â
âYes, in like two hours? Iâll get off work soon and could go straight to the store.â
You and Jungkook often go grocery shopping together. You already have a favourite store to go to. Jungkook loves these moments. He loves to carry the heavy bags for you and get the stuff you canât reach. He loves to push the cart while you tell him about your day and then load the groceries into the bags with you. In another lifetime, you and he push the cart together and he steals kisses between aisles. In another lifetime, he holds your hand and the bags in the other. And in another lifetime, you and he go to your apartment to cook dinner for date night on the couch. Jungkook really wishes to live a different life sometimes.
âTwo hours sounds greatâ, he agrees in a cool voice even if he wants to squeal. He gets to go grocery shopping with you! How amazing!
âNice, then weâll see each other there.â
âYes, weâll see each other. Iâm really excited for it.â
âMe too. See you later, yeah? My boss is coming back.â
âSee you later. Good luck at work.âÂ
âThanks, Kook. Bye bye.â
Goodbye, my everything, my dream girl, my love. He thinks.
âBye.â He says.
The phone call ends. Jungkook drops back into the pillow and lets out a yelp of celebration, following it up with excessive kicking and punching of the air as well as squeaky giggles.Â
He didnât ruin everything and he will see you in two hours. Today is the best day of his life! But wait! Jungkook gasps and jumps out of bed.
âI need to get ready! Shower and wash my hair and pick an outfit! And do my skincare and brush my teeth! There is so much to do, oh godâ he talks to himself, running through his apartment.
You are pacing in front of the store. Jungkook isnât late, you are just early. Early enough to become painfully aware of your nervousness. You wonder how it will be between the two of you after last night. You could barely fall asleep because you were so embarrassed. Work didnât distract you either, your thoughts kept repeating what had happened last night. You hope that he doesnât look at you differently after what he had to see. It would literally ruin you.
Jungkook is your best friend. But if someone asked you honestly, you would say that he is the boy of your dreams. He is everything you ever dreamed of and everything you will never be able to have. He is too perfect for you. If there were no consequences for your actions, you would tell him how you really feel. You would tell him that you think that he is the most attractive man and person you have ever seen, that he is the kindest soul with the sweetest heart. That he is talented and amazing and the funniest person ever. And that you feel safe with him.Â
You would tell him that every time he comes to your place or you to hisâ and you spend time together, you wish that it was a date instead. You want to tell him that every time your bodies touch, your heart jumps out of your chest. You want to tell him that you keep repeating all the moments with him over and over again and that sometimes at work, you text him because you canât stop thinking about him. You also want to tell him that you thought about killing the bug yourself before deciding to call Jungkook just to have him close.
And the worst of it all? You want to tell Jungkook that the only reason why you downloaded the dating app was to get over your feelings for him because you knew that someone as perfect as Jungkook would never want to have you. But actions have consequences and so you call him your best friend whilst secretly wishing for him to just be reckless and kiss you.
Jungkook appears on the horizon, swerving through the crowd in a stoic expression. Your heart speeds up instantly. He is wearing black pants with a stripped shirt and a black jacket today. His hair falls on soft waves, his skin glows in the sun. He is so dreamy and handsome.Â
His eyes find you in front of the store, his face lights up and he lifts his arm to wave at you. You wave back, bouncing on your tiptoes. He saw you! He is waving at you!Â
He hurries through the crowd faster than before, reaching you within moments.
âHey thereâ, he says.
âHeyâ, you tell him and give him a hug.Â
Jungkook short circuits. He gets no time to react before you already step back again. You just hugged him. Holy moly, wow.Â
âSorry, was that not okay?â you ask, studying his frozen features.
âWhat?â He flinches back to life. âNo, it was amazing, I mean, it was okay. I uhm, I have this for you.â
He lifts a bouquet of sunflowers.
âSunflowers? For me?â
âYeah, I saw them and thought of you.â
âYou did?â
You accept them with shortened breath and a quickened heart. You are currently screeching inside. You feel on cloud nine.
âA-as a best friend of course, because weâre best friends.â
âOh. Yes.â You clear your throat. âWe are. Thank you for the friendship flowers. Iâll put them in water once Iâm home. Hopefully theyâll survive till then.âÂ
âIâm sure they will. Thatâs why I put the paper towel there.â
âI know, I saw. Thatâs so clever.â
âYeah, thanks.â He does a little twirl so he stands next to you, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants in a cute way. âSo what do we need? Any particular groceries in mind?âÂ
You and he start walking to the store. He opens the door for you, holding it until you are inside. He follows and goes straight for the carts. You are next to him.
âYes, Iâm out of multigrain rice so Iâm buying all of them to make my mixture again and I wanna stock up on udon because they have a sale going on.â
âNeat, a sale. Iâll get some tooâ, Jungkook says, leaning his elbows on the cart as he pushes it. âI wanna see if they have the lychees again. They were so yummy last time.â
âThey were. Especially with that sauce you made.â
âI can make them for you again.â
âReally?âÂ
He nods his head, âsure, you could come over Saturday and weâll watch a movie. I heard that thereâs a few new movies to stream.â
âI should be free on Saturday.â
âNice, then youâll come over.â
You and he exchange a look, breaking it quickly to look at opposite sides. Unbeknownst to either, you are both panicking. Jungkook is so excited to have you come over but is also terribly nervous about the aspect of it. You canât wait to visit Jungkook but are also scared of the yearning.Â
A moment of silence where you each fill the cart with stuff you want. You and Jungkook always fill up the cart together and then separate the groceries afterwards. In another lifetime, you donât need to separate the groceries. In another lifetime, you share the same bag and fill the same fridge to cook from the same pots and eat on your shared couch whilst a show was running.Â
âHow was your day?â Jungkook asks because other lifetimes donât exist and in his real life, the only shared thing he gets with you is time.
âIt was okay. Yours?â
âI woke up like two hours ago.â
You chuckle, âof course you sleep while I have to work my ass off.â
âHey, Iâm on a well-deserved break, I earned the night owl lifestyleâ, he throws back, making you laugh with it.
âIâm not saying anything against it. I need a break soon.â
âIs work stressful?â
âYeah, quite. Thereâs been lots of new projects coming in.â
âNo, Iâm sorry. If there is something I can do, let me know.â
You look at him.Â
âI will, thank you.â
In another lifetime, you would hug his arm and rest your head against it and you would tell him that you donât mind a stressful workday when it meant spending time with him afterwards.Â
Jungkook meets your eyes. His heart flutters nervously, speeding up more when you look away. If he was your boyfriend, he would hold your hand and tell you that you looked beautiful after a long work day.Â
âI like the way you did your hair todayâ, he says instinctively. He has no idea why he said that because he never says stuff like that to you. He panics because of it. His tongue worked quicker than his brain.Â
You reach up to feel your hair, âyou do?â
âYes, it fits you really well.âÂ
âThank youâ, you murmur and cross a corner without warning, leaving him alone for a few seconds.
Jungkook follows after you hastily, confused as to why you so abruptly fled. Oh no. He went too far with the compliment. He definitely creeped you out again.Â
You are squatting down in front of the grain section, reading the labels carefully. Jungkook parks the cart next to you, standing still. He tries not to, but still looks at you. You shift your eyes to him, widen them and look away again. Jungkook swears he might cry. He made you uncomfortable.Â
âIâm sorry for saying that. I, I meant it as a friend.â
âHm? Ah, itâs okay. Thank you for saying it, I liked itâ, you say and stand up, filling the cart with the grain. Jungkookâs heart flutters happily. He didnât mess up. Yay!
âGot everything you wanted?â he asks.
âYep, except black rice. Do you see it somewhere?â
âUp thereâ, Jungkook says, pointing at it. The lower racks are empty, only the racks which are clearly for staff to reach so they could refill the store are stacked with the rice.Â
âNice.â You try to reach it, but fail. âKook, can you get it?â
âSure, let meâ, he says, stepping right behind you to get the rice from the staff rack. His chest brushes against your back. You gasp. He feels dizzy, but acts nonchalant.
âThere we go yourâŚ.riceâ, Jungkook says, eyes flitting down to you looking up at him. He didnât even realise that you turned.Â
There is almost no distance and so Jungkook tries to step back to be respectful because friends donât stand this close. You grab him by his jacket, making him gulp and panic greatly. His left hand grabs the edge of the shelf, his chest lifts in a deep gasp. You are taller today because of the shoes you are wearing. The shortened distance between your lips is making him dizzy.
âAbout last nightâ, you begin, but he interrupts you before you apologise for something you have no reason to.
âItâs alright. I shouldnât have snooped, Iâm sorry.â
âYou didnât snoop, I justâŚI clean up, I was just busy and forgot and Iâ, you exhales deeply, âIâm not making it any better talking by about it, am I?â
He laughs softly and reaches down to cup your hand, caressing your knuckles softly. The lines blur more and more. You both feel weightless. You can smell his cologne like this, he can smell your perfume. Itâs like you are high on each other.
âIf it makes you feel any better, I have some toys tooâ, he says, making your eyes widen. You look to the side and let out a giggle. Jungkook knows that it is of shy nature and so he giggles with you. âDid that help or did I just embarrass myself for nothing?â
âNo, it helped.â You meet his eyes, fingers squeezing his jacket.Â
Jungkook holds his breath, fingers tightening on the shelf. He is being so greedy. Itâs so unfair to you.Â
âI, uhm.â He clears his throat and slips his hand from the shelf to present the rice to you. âYour rice.â
âOh? Thanks, uhm, put it in the cart.âÂ
He steps back. Your hands slip from his jacket, his fingers stop holding you. They tingle in the memory of how it was to cradle you this way. His thoughts are racing, trying to calculate the weight of his confession. If he confessed, what would he lose? Your friendship, your time, the movie hangouts, the cooking together, the shared workouts, your texts and calls and video chats. All your laughter and smiles and giggles. Jungkook gulps. The loss is too great. He canât confess. Nope, never.Â
He grips the cart and pushes it, hoping that walking it off will help with the heart palpitations. You walk next to him, resting your hand on the metal cage part of the cart.
âDid you sleep well last night?â he asks you.
âCan I be honest? Not really. I was so embarrassed.â
âIâm sorry.â
âItâs not your fault. Iâm just awkward.â
He chuckles, you chuckle with him. You give him a glance.
âI think I donât have to ask you if you slept well at night because you never sleep at night.â
He laughs, you do as well.
âThatâs not true. I can sleep at night too, I simply choose not to. Oh wait. I need buckwheat noodles.â
You and he stop in front of the section. You stay by the cart while Jungkook browses the options.Â
âShould I make you makguksu?â he offers mindlessly.
âToday?â
âYeah.â
âSo you donât wanna go for barbecue and beer?â You chuckle and nudge his arm, sending tingles all over his skin. âDid you already forget again, you doofus?â
âI might have.â He gives you a sorry, cute smile.
Jungkook makes you laugh with it.
âKook, you little scatterbrain youâ, you chuckle, leaning into him.Â
Jungkook leans closer, placing his arm around your waist without touching you. In another lifetime, he would close the last distance. But not in reality. He looks at your lips, asking himself why you seek him out today and why he takes the chances so greedily. He shouldnât do that. You are just friends, nothing more.
âUh, sorryâ, you say and step away again.Â
Jungkook gulps, gasps for air. He doesnât understand what today means, but whatever you are doing is actually messing with him. He hasnât been able to breathe properly ever since that hug you gave him. You seem so clingy, but he doesnât understand why.Â
You grab the cart and push it.
âI think I have everything I need. You?â
âYeah, yeah sureâ, Jungkook stutters, stumbling after you like a lovesick puppy. He doesnât know where to put his hands and so he ends up stuffing them into his pants pockets while his eyes are glued to the back of your head. He is seriously under your spell. Every part of him.
You load the groceries on the conveyor belt together and then load them into separate bags. You pay for all of them and wish the cashier a good day. Jungkook carries the bags like always, while you are allowed to walk freely with the bouquet of flowers cradled in your arms.
âIâll pay you back at homeâ, he says, swerving outside as you hold the door open for him.
âTodayâs on me. As a thank you for yesterday and an apology.â
âWhat? But I bought so muchâ, Jungkook gasps, pouting sadly.
âItâs fine. I have money.â
âBut-â
âNo buts. Iâm paying.â
Jungkook pouts, huffing out air in defeat.
âFine, but Iâll pay for your stuff too one day.â
You chuckle, âdeal.âÂ
You and he walk together.
âYou should really start accepting when I offer. Itâs not a competition.â
âI just feel uncomfortable making you pay.â
âWhy?â
Because youâre his dream girl and you should never have to pay for him. He should be your wallet whenever you are out together, he should fulfil your every wish.Â
âI donât know, just so. You work so hard for your money.â
âYou work just as hardâ, you say and chuckle. âKook, youâre so competitive.â
Jungkook smiles, shaking his head in defeat.Â
âI guess am.â
You grin, hugging the flowers tighter. With a little skip in your steps, you close the distance. Just enough that one small movement would be enough for your arms to brush.Â
Jungkook glances at you. You are gazing at the flowers, smiling so brightly that your nose scrunches up. He could swear that your eyes are sparkling.Â
The lines blur again. He wonders if it would be okay for him to be a bad person, if he was allowed to slip his hand into yours even if you never gave him consent for it. There is not much he can still take.
You lower your nose into the flowers and smell them, closing your eyes in a happy squint. The metaphorical glass of how much Jungkook can take floats over.
He says your name and knows that the next words are coming out of him before he can think them through.
âYeah?â You look at him.
He is nervous and scared, but still talks, âcan we talk about something?â
âSure. Whatâs up?â
Panic. His situation finally sunk into his consciousness.Â
âI uhmâŚuhâŚI have a crush on someone.â
Microexpressions wash over your face. Shock, surprise, disbelief, jealousy, hurt, friendliness. A smile curls your lips. It doesnât reach your eyes.
âYeah? Itâs about time you doâ, the words and your voice carry a hint of teasing, but most of all forced friendliness.
You lower the flowers, carrying them in one hand by your side. They look sad like this. Jungkook doesnât notice because he is staring at the road in front of him because otherwise he would pass out in nervousness. He is almost twenty seven, but feels sixteen again.
âSheâs like really, really great and awesome and amazing and wonderful and so kind and perfectâ, Jungkook continues, heart racing to the point he feels dizzy. He saw this kind of confession in movies. He always thought that it was so cute when the guy did it. It isnât obvious enough to ruin everything just in case you didnât feel the same, but it is still cute enough that you canât help but be giddy.
âMh-hmâ, you hum, nodding your head.Â
âAnd I keep thinking about her. She is so pretty when she laughs and I love being in her presence. She likes my jokes and she always makes me laugh in return. YeahâŚâ
âThatâs great.â
âYeah, she is so great. I really wanna ask if she feels the same.â Jungkook falters in nervousness. He is going to ask the question. He is so scared. âIf you were me, what would you do?â
You take a deep breath and release it loudly, âI donât know. I havenât had a crush in so long.â
Jungkook falters, heart tightening. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Oh. This is bad. This is really bad.Â
âAh, I see.â He gulps.
âBut let me know if you figure it out. Then we can go on a double date.âÂ
Wait. Wait. This is bad. Double date? This is so bad.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks weakly.
âYou know, you and your girl and me and my boy.â
âYou have a boy?â
âYeah, soon. Iâm talking to this boy on the dating app. He is very cute.â
âButâŚdidnât you say that you gave up on the app?â
âNo uhâŚno, itâs just that I only talk to this one boy now.â
Jungkook bites back tears.
âI see.âÂ
âMhm, yeah. Letâs go on a double date.â
No. No this is all wrong. No this isnât what was meant to happen. No.Â
âPlease.â
Jungkook doesnât even realize that he begged out loud until you look at him in question.
âPlease what?â
You and he stop. Strangers stream past you like you and he were two rocks in a river. You are facing each other, so close yet so far away.Â
You lied to him. There is no other boy. There never was and never will be. But there will always be other girls for him while you stay his best friend. Lying is all that you have at this point.Â
âPlease what?â you repeat the question.
âIâŚâ Jungkook breathes. âIâŚnevermind.â
Silence. Your eyes are locked so deeply that the world around you is blurry.
âOkay?â
âMhm yeah.â
His jaw tightens and he breaks the eye contact, looking to the side with his tongue in his cheek. He seemed angry. You would be lying if you said that you werenât feeling angry yourself. You turn away from him and continue walking. You donât want to be next to him right now. It hurts to only stay his best friend.
He looks at the back of your head and how it becomes smaller and smaller from distance. He doesnât understand you. He thought that the way you looked at him in the store meant something. And yet all this time you had another boy. He feels so betrayed that for just a second, he considers walking the other direction and leaving you to wonder where he went. However, two things hold him back; his competitiveness and his honest feelings for you.
He wonât stay your best friend any longer. He just decided that. He is going to fight for you, make you fall for him and forget all about the stupid boys you meet on this stupid dating app. He is better than any of them. He could treat you better, make you laugh harder, give you better hugs and kisses and provide you with afterglow so addicting you will get hot cheeks at work just thinking about it. He is your best friend, goddamn it, and he knows you better than any of these strangers ever will. And he is not going to lose you to some boy.
He jogs to catch up with you, calling your name with a certain harshness.
You turn. Your eyes meet. Jungkookâs brain short circuits.
âWhat?â you ask him, sounding small because of being called so harshly.
âI, I was just wondering, uhm, should we get ice cream after?â he asks because he panicked.
You shrug your shoulders, âI guess.â
âItâs on me, yeah?â
âYeah, okay.â
Jungkook inches closer, saying your name softly.
âWhat do you want?â
âI messed up before.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI, I just. I thought that I was doing a good job, but I think I made you think something else.â
âJungkook. I had a long day, please donât talk in riddles.â
âDonât date other boys.â
âExcuse me?â
Jungkook gulps, panicking because of your offended and harsh tone.
âI, I, I justâ, he stutters, widening his eyes.
âNo. What do you mean? I can date who I want.â
âI know, I didnât mean it like that. I meant that, oh god, I meant that I donât want you to see other boys.â
âHuh?â
âAh no, wait.â He slaps his own forehead. âWait.â
You cross your arms in front of your chest, âwhat makes you think that you can tell me what I can or canât do?â
âNo I didnât mean it like that. Wait just give me a moment, please Iâm panicking.â
You purse your lips, studying his face intensely.
âAre you also so nervous?â he asks.
âWhatâs with you all of a sudden?â you ask him, honestly worried. His face is as red as ripe strawberries.
Jungkook closes the distance and takes your hands, eliciting a gasp from you. He squeezes them gently, staring into your eyes as deeply as possible.
âThis wasnât how I always imagined this to go, but I canât stay quiet anymore. ___, the girl I have a crush on is-â
âSeriously?â
You and Jungkook turn around at the angry voice next to you. Â
âSuho? What are you doing here?â you ask.
âWhoâs that?â Jungkook says.
âKim Suho. I met him on the dating app. We went on like one date a month agoâ, you explain and slip your hands out of Jungkookâs hold to turn to the other guy, âwhat are you doing here?â
Jungkook stares at him darkly, clenching his jaw. You told him about this dude in passing. He hates him so much, hating him even more now that he interrupted this moment.
âThatâs what youâre going with? Seriously?â Suho throws back.
âYeah, you-â
âWhat the fuck are you doing with him? I told you to stop being friends with him, didnât I?â
Jungkook looks at you with big eyes. You never told him that. You always said that you lost interest in Suho because of different hobbies, but never mentioned that he could have been the actual reason.
âAnd I told you that you canât tell me what to do. Jungkook is my best friend and I wonât give him up for a man.â
âYes but I wasnât any man, I was your man.â
âHuh? No you werenât. We went on one date and you totally lost it when I told you that I had a male best friend.â
âBecause he isnât just your friend. Youâre in love with him.â
Jungkook swears that he passes out standing up for a second. Feelings? You have feelings for him? Did you tell Suho that or is he assuming because he is one of those weird men that think women arenât allowed to have male friends? What does all of this mean?
âWhat?â You laugh nervously. âNo? Of course not.â
âOh donât be ridiculous. I followed you from work and through the store. I saw everything.â
âHuh? What?â you gasp, hurrying to Jungkook instinctively because you know that he will keep you safe.
âDude, what the fuck? You creep, stay away from herâ, Jungkook says harshly and steps in front of you, feeling the fire of protectiveness start to burn in his chest.
âI saw what I saw. You have feelings for each otherâ, Suho says, pointing an accusing finger at you and Jungkook.
Jungkook and you exchange a look.Â
âNo IâŚâ
Suho scoffs and looks at Jungkook.
âAnd you? Gonna fucking pretend that youâre just friends or should I start punching you?â
âDude, Iâve never even met youâ, Jungkook defends himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
âIâll still fucking punch you.â
âDonât you dareâ, you hiss at him.
âShut up, ___.â
âHey, donât talk to her like thatâ, Jungkook speaks up loudly, making himself bigger. He doesnât care when people are aggressive to him, but he cannot accept aggression towards you.
âOr what?â
âYou wanna find out? Donât talk to her like that.â
Suho rushes to Jungkook and pushes at his chest. He thought that he could move him, but he canât. Jungkook just gawks at him in utter surprise.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks confused.
âWhy arenât you budging? Fall over you idiotâ, Suho growls and tries again with all his might.Â
Jungkook takes a small step back but then stays unmoving.Â
âDude, seriously. What are you doing?â
Suho growls and punches Jungkook. Except that he is so bad at it that Jungkook can easily dodge him. He reacts calmly to the aggression, redirecting Suho by turning him and giving him a gentle push away from him.
Suho stumbles and whips around.
âYou-â
Jungkook steps closer, âgive it up, man.â
Suho shifts his attention to you, pointing his finger at you. He tries to get to you by swerving past Jungkook, but the latter steps in front of you again, stopping Suho with a firm hand on his chest. He didnât show it, but the contact was definitely made with strength because Suho stumbles back from it.
âI said. Give it up. Iâm not gonna repeat myself againâ, he warns. For just a second his voice was deeper than usual and his eyes darker. You canât stop staring in awe, feeling so attracted to him that it is difficult not to grab him right here and now.
Suho ignores him, talking over Jungkookâs shoulder.
âItâs over. Iâm breaking up with you.â
âHuh? We werenât even together in the first place?â you say very confused.
âYes, wellâŚ. Now itâs really over. And just so you know, Iâll block you on everything.â
âI mean, okay.â
Suho turns and runs down the street clumsily.
A moment of silence. Jungkook turns to you. He is ready to take you into his arms if you need support.
âEverything okay?â he asks hesitantly.
âHonestly? I couldnât care less about this tantrum. What the fuck was that? We went on one date and it sucked ass. I mean, who in their right mind expects someone to give up their best friend? I donât even know this dude.â
âWould you have done it if you liked him?â
âWhat? No, of course not. I like you, not him.â
âWhat?!â
You look at Jungkook with big eyes.
âI, I meanâŚâ you look at his lips and Jungkook finally notices.
Holy fuck. Suho was right.
He drops the grocery bags and closes the distance, cupping your face. To his delighted surprise, you practically melt into his hands, gazing at him with dreamy eyes and your fingers closing around his wrists greedily.
âWas he right?â Jungkook asks, looking between your right and left eye. âDo you have feelings for me?â
âIâm scaredâ, you whisper.
âScared of what?â
âYou are so perfect and Iâm not. I donât want to know how you feel about me, so justâŚletâs just forget about what happened please.â
âYouâre not perfect? What the fuck? Youâre literally perfect. If someoneâs unworthy, itâs me.â
âWhat?â
Jungkook gulps.Â
You touch his chest.
âKook, what?â
âYouâre my fucking dream girl, ___â he finally confesses and now canât be stopped, âI get excited when you text me and get sad when I donât hear from you. Each time we hang out, I kinda wish that we somehow magically end up together. I repeat every little touch and shared laughter and look. Sometimes I canât fall asleep because of you, but wish to do so because in my sleep I can meet you in my silly, wishful dreams. Do you have any idea how in love I am with you?â
âAre you serious?âÂ
Jungkook nods his head, forcing your tears to finally flow. He gasps and begins wiping them away instantly.
âIâm sorry. Fuck, Iâm sorry. Please donât cry, I promise I wonât try anything. You, you wonât lose your best friend.â
âIâm just happy. So happy.â
âYou are?â
âI feel the same for you. I have done so for a long time.â
âReally?â
âYes, really.â You sniffle. âYouâre my dream boy too, Jungkook.â
âOh my god. Oh my god! Yippie!â he exclaims and overtaken by happiness, he swoops you off your feet to twirl with you, making you squeal happily as you hold onto him for dear life. Strangers definitely look at you weird, but you couldnât care less. They are non-existent for you and him. He likes you and you like him back. This day is the best day you and he ever had.
He sets you down after the twirling, cradling your face so he could hold it still for way too many kisses. He gives you kisses everywhere except your lips, making you giggle and laugh and tingle the entire time.
âIâm so happy, youâre so pretty and perfect and amazing and pretty and amazing and Iâm gonna kiss you there and there and there and oh my god youâre so perfect, Iâm gonna kiss you there and there, wow oh wowâŚâ he babbles between kisses, truly sending your heart into overdrive.
He probably would have continued his babbling for hours if you hadnât stopped him by lacing your fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth into a kiss.
âAndmhgmhâ, he lets out, gawking at you first before the realisation of his situation sinks in. His knees buckle, his left hand grabs your hips and his right hand cradles your head, eyes falling closed. He is kissing you. He feels weightless, floating in time and space. His heart races so much that he feels it throb against his ribcage, the butterflies in his stomach are unbearably exciting. He dreamt of this moment a million times before, fantasised about it twice as much and yet he still wasnât ready for it. Your kiss is like heaven on earth. He swears that he gains new life through it. He wants to kiss you until his lungs run out of air, but you break it.
âWas that okay for me to do?â you ask him shyly.
Now itâs his turn to spill tears and for you to wipe them.
âIâm sorry, I should have ask-â, you donât get to finish your sentence, getting kissed again by Jungkook.
âIâm so fucking happy, you have no ideaâ, he murmurs, showing you his feelings one deep kiss at a time. âYou taste so good.â Kiss, oh so deep. âYour lips are so soft.â Kiss, the kind which makes your knees wobble. âYouâre perfect, youâre so perfect.â
You giggle, gazing up at him droopily. Jungkook giggles as well, peeling his eyes open to gaze dreamily. You and he cup each otherâs faces, resting your foreheads together.
âIâm happy.â
âIâm happy too.â
âWow, Iâm so happy.â
âMe too. So happy.â
You giggle together, swaying from side to side. Nothing, truly nothing, has never felt as right as this.
âWere you trying to confess to me before Suho interrupted us?â
âYeah.â
You giggle as you talk, âyou were really shit at it. I thought you were talking about someone else.â
âI know, I panicked so bad. I was so nervousâ, he is giggling too, âare you actually talking to another boy?â
âOf course not, you doofus. I lied.â
âOh my god, Iâm so relievedâ, he gets out and sweeps you off your feet again, carrying you under your butt. He twirls with you, smiling up at you as you squeak and laugh with your head thrown back.
âJungkook stop please, Iâm getting dizzy.â
He sets you down, but keeps touching you, seeking your closeness by rubbing his nose against your cheek. He is so close that the sunflowers are getting squished between you and him. It is a price you sadly have to pay in exchange for finally being able to be glued together.
âIâm so happy, I love you so much.â
âI love you too, Kook. So like barbeque and beer? Is it a date?â you ask.
âItâs the datiest date that has ever datedâ, he says, making you giggle because he is so cute and funny and you like him so, so much. He giggles with you because you are so perfect and perfect and perfect and he likes you so, so much.
âI feel like we have a lot to talk about.â
âYeah, oh god.â He kisses your cheek multiple times. âYou have to tell me all the thoughts you had when we hung out. Were you also so giddy, oh god, I was always so giddy and I kept looking at you because you are so pretty. Were you looking at me too? And, and did you also wish for me to be reckless? I always wanted you to just kiss me. Iâm talking so much, wow, Iâm so happy.â
You giggle, cuddling into him, âyouâre the cutest person ever. I canât wait to tell you everything.â
You nudge him to leave, but stop when Jungkook exclaims a loud âwait!â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âThe groceries. I almost left them hereâ, he says, bending down to get them.
âOh god, youâre so cuteâ, you snicker, hugging his arm and nuzzling into him like you always wanted to do.
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cold comfort - mattheo riddle
summary: mattheo has one rule: any girl can share his bed (and there's been plenty) but none can stay the night. when the unexpected happens, and you're begging to be the first, you find out why he had the rule in the first place.
word count: 4k
soundtrack: between the sheets - imogen heap
a/n: wait this is kind of a saga! it just kept flowing and flowing, but i'm obsessed with it! hope you enjoy!! âĄâĄ
When Mattheo heard that a first year in Charms cast a spell that backfired so badly it rendered Hogwarts unable to regulate the temperature in the castle, he'd nearly spit out his firewhiskey. The mental image of Flitwick, McGonagall and all of his other professors frantically trying to fix it to no avail gave him sick pleasure as he thought about all the times they'd looked down on him because of his last name. Fuck 'em he thought. Serves them right.
He'd enjoyed his twisted happiness for several days until an unexpected early spring snowstorm rolled off the mountains, leaving the castle a veritable chamber of cold. For two days now it had nearly been cold enough for him to see the white puff of his breath inside. As others scrambled for a place in front of the fireplaces, his mood darkened, making him even more sullen than usual as talk of canceling classes and sending everyone home began to circulate; home wasn't really a place he was looking to go back to.
So now he was sat in the Great Hall in a large sweatshirt with his hood drawn up around his face, the standard dress code long since forgotten, one hand wound tightly around his second cup of black tea in an effort to warm himself while the other rubbed his tired face as he listened to the incessant chatter of his friends.
He was quietly zoned out until he caught a glimpse of you walking through the large entryway. Everyone in the castle looked in disarray: mismatched sweaters, hats and gloves in haphazard layers to stay warm, but not you, you looked like a perfect snowbunny. You were wearing tight black leggings, fur-lined boots, a thick sweater and a headband to keep your ears warm that complimented your hair. Anyone looking closely enough would see the imperceptible tug of his lips into what could almost be called a smile as you made your way to the Slytherin table and slid onto the bench next to him.
It wasn't lost on him that his best friend was beautiful. He was well and painfully aware of the fact and had been for as long as he'd known you. But, despite the thoughts that ran rampant through his mind at the sight of you, he was determined to keep you at an arm's length. Simply put, you were too good for him, too pure. You had a smile that radiated a warmth that he could feel even now, you were caring and compassionate, smart and sweet, quick with a hug and a kind word. You were everything that he wasn't. He told himself, constantly, on repeat, that it was better to have you in his life at all than to fuck it up trying for anything more.
He subtly traced your face through the corner of his eye: your long lashes, the curve of your smile, and your warm, rosy cheeks, and just like no one but you could see his smile, no one but him noticed the tiredness in your eyes. He nudged his shoulder into yours.
"Alright?" he mumbled.
You glanced up at him, his groggy morning voice and the way his curls stuck out from his hood making you feel like you'd swallowed a pixie. You felt yourself flush, your exhaustion wearing down the mask you normally kept up around him, determined to never let him know how you really felt.
"Just tired s'all" you smiled kindly, nudging him back, coaxing what could almost be another smile out of him as you met each other's eyes. "I can't sleep for shit. No matter what I do, I can't get warm, even under a pile of blankets, in my fuzziest pajamas and a jumper" you shivered.
"Skin to skin is really the only solution" Pansy chimed in with a smirk as she sank further into Draco's arms and you rolled your eyes at the two of them. She had snuck out of your room the last few nights, leaving you not only cold, but alone too.
"Couldn't agree more" Theo said, smirking, before lifting an eyebrow at you "ready, able and at your service, babe" he said, opening his arms to you as you swatted him away, laughing at his attempt to flirt with you. He smiled widely and laughed back before glancing over your shoulder at Mattheo whose eyes were narrowed in his direction.
"What, mate, it's not like you're any help, what with your strict 'no sleepover policy'" Theo chirped at him, referring to the fact that regardless of how many girls came in and out of Mattheo's bed, (which was a sizable number) not one had ever stayed the night, always kicked out in the end, despite the fact that they hoped to be the one to break his streak.
You turned to see Mattheo shooting daggers at Theo.
"S'my bed" he muttered, "more than happy to have someone in it for awhile, but a lad's got to get his rest, yeah?" he laughed and the guys laughed back.
You faked a bitter smile, returning your attention to your breakfast in front of you. You weren't naive but that didn't mean you had to sit here and listen to this, you nibbled a piece of dry toast, the mental image of Mattheo with other girls making you nauseous.
Mattheo's smile fell from his face as he watched your reaction, and wished for the thousandth time that he could tell you that he made that rule because of you. Because if he couldn't have you, then he wasn't going to waste time getting closer than necessary with anyone else; the nights he spent alone his bed his punishment for who he was, the fact that he'd never be good enough for you.
You stood abruptly and shot him a small smile as you moved to leave. He said your name quietly and reached for your hand, but you were gone before you realized it.
That night you crawled into cold sheets that felt almost damp with a chill. Despite the pile of blankets and your thick pajamas, you couldn't get warm or comfortable, tossing and turning as small shivers ran through your body and Pansy's words echoed in your head. You were desperate for warmth at this point, desperate for a good night's sleep, but there was only one bed you wanted to crawl into, and it was with the only person who refused to share it.
Surely he would break his rule for you, for his best friend? you thought; things were different between you two. But were you willing to try, to embarrass yourself if he said no? You rolled around for another hour before climbing out of bed.
Mattheo was in a fitful sleep, which was not unusual for him; his nights were frequented by nightmares, leaving him constantly groggy and grumpy, but when he heard your voice, he was sure he was dreaming, a good dream, a great dream at that.
"Mattheo" you were whispering.
He turned to see you standing at the other side of his bed and was incredibly confused, until you moved to get in... and then he panicked. He panicked because he had thoughtfully planned every way to avoid this exact situation from the moment he met you, knowing that at this proximity he wouldn't be able to control himself. And he was right. You were close, too close. He could smell your shampoo, like warm vanilla, and his hands moved on autopilot towards you, his fingers twitching to bring you closer to him before he stopped himself, inches short.
"Whatareyoudoing?!" he whisper-mumbled in frustration, the words coming out angrier than he'd intended at the range of emotions he was feeling.
You froze, your heart shattering. He was angry. He didn't want you here, he didn't want anyone here. He was going to kick you out and you'd be mortified, your friendship would never be the same, you'd taken things too far. You felt a scratch in your throat as tears threatened to spring forward.
Even in the thick darkness, Mattheo could see that he'd upset you, able to read your expressions better than his own. He could see the wobble of your bottom lip as your wide eyes looked at him and he hated himself and the situation all the more for it.
"Please Matty, m'just so cold, I can't sleep" you whispered, using the nickname that was strictly forbidden for anyone but you that made him melt.
He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed deeply, trying in his sleepy state to figure out a solution as he felt his strength waning; the figment of his every daydream was literally begging to be in his bed and he was certain he couldn't trust himself, certain that this only ended one way.
You took in his rigid form and his frustration and began to backpedal, moving to leave.
"M'sorry, it's okay, I'll go, maybe Theoâ"
And you didn't even get a chance to finish your thought before you felt his large, warm hands wrap around your middle and tug you across the bed and into his chest, quickly but gently.
"C'mere" he mumbled as he settled you against him, chest to chest, your head tucked under his.
Your arms wound around him naturally, your legs intertwining, the two of you fitting together effortlessly, perfectly, like puzzle pieces. You let out a small giggle as you nuzzled into him, making yourself comfortable.
He could feel your warm breath as you let out a contented sigh, the innocent sound somehow sinful to his ears as he willed his mind to stop wandering in every direction it wanted to as he felt every dip and curve of your body against his own despite the layers of clothing between you. He kept his hands at your back, unmoving, for a moment unsure if he was even doing this right, unable to remember the last time he'd cuddled with anyone.
"Thank you" you whispered, your voice already sounding relaxed and sleepy to him as your fingers traced patterns on his back, a lavish feeling that released every ounce of tension he had been holding.
You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as his arms hugged you to him firmly and you felt a sensation like melted honey spreading through every inch of you, as he rubbed your back, warming you from your heart to the tips of your toes for the first time in days as you fell into a hazy sleep.
The first thought Mattheo had was that he felt heavy, his limbs felt weighted and his mind felt calm. Rested he realized after a moment. His brain was slowly turning back on, piecing together the dream he'd had, it was a dream, right? You, in his bed, in his arms, pressed against him, nuzzling into him, contented and happy. It felt so real, real enough that he could still smell you, the intoxicating scent of your shampoo, could still feel you in his arms, could still ghost his fingers down your back. You hummed in response and his eyes fluttered open only to realize it was definitely not a dream.
You were here, with him, in his bed, had been all night, your body still wound perfectly in his, neither of you having let go of one another or moved an inch; if anything, it was like you melded together even further. Fuck this is nice he thought as he looked down at you curled into his chest. This was everything, everything he'd hoped it would be. He wanted to stay like this for as long as physically possible, the looming fear of it having to come to an end already upon him.
Suddenly, a pillow came flying onto the bed, askewing the thick curtains that draped around his four-poster.
"Oi wake up, will you, Riddle? Shit, it's almost noon and we've got practice in an hour" came a shout as a cacophony of voices followed behind it into the room.
You stirred in Mattheo's arms just as a hand reached through his curtains to pull them aside.
"Oh. My. Fucking. Days" Blaise drawled, annunciating every word as the others gathered around him.
"I knew it, I fucking knew it"
"Let's gooooooo!!"
"Mattttyyyy!!!" each of them shouted as the jumped up and down in excitement at the sight of you in his bed.
"Fuck off" he said, grasping the pillow they'd thrown at him and hucking it back at them, causing them to disperse as they fell apart with laughter and more cheers.
He felt you shift next to him and looked back to see that you had pulled the covers over your head, just the tips of your fingers and the top of your head visible. He yanked his curtain closed before leaning back towards you and gently grasping the blanket near your hands to pull it back.
While not the wakeup you had hoped for nor expected, Mattheo pulling back the blankets with a soft sleep-ridden smile on his face and his rumpled curls to see you was a mental image that you were sure you would think about every day for the rest of your life. You were swimming in a sea of him, engulfed in his smell, like pine and amber, and you were delightfully warm; he was going to have to pry you out of here.
"Hi" he said quietly in his morning voice.
"Hi" you whispered back.
You looked perfect. He may have thought about waking up to you, with significantly less clothing on and significantly fewer onlookers, but he'd never considered how beautiful you would look, your eyes not all the way open yet, your hair spread like a blanket of its own and fuck if he didn't want to kiss you. His eyes drifted lazily to your lips and back again and he swore he saw a flash of something in your expression in response, curiosity, or perhaps confusion.
"I shouldâ" he started, shaking his head clear.
"âYeah, of course! Sorry, I didn't realize the timeâ"
"No problem, take your timeâ" he said as he rolled out of bed to more cheers and shouts as he shepherded his friends out the door to give you some privacy.
You pulled the sheets back over your heard, burying yourself further into his blankets, reveling in the warmth his body had left before squealing with excitement at the way your day had started.
You were afraid that things would be awkward, but surprisingly they weren't, you were in your easy, unbothered rhythm together. Besides the giggles and teasing from your friends, nothing had changed... including the temperature. As the day went on the warmth you had woken up in faded and you felt progressively more cold settling into your bones, already dreading the cold night ahead of you.
Spending the night with Mattheo was a nice reprieve, but not something you intended to make a habit of, certain you didn't want to live through more teasing nor get your hopes up trying to read into how intimate it had felt.
You were leaving dinner, arms wound around yourself at the chill in the air when you heard a voice calling for you. You turned to see Mattheo jogging after you.
"Hey!" he called.
"Hey" you smiled back, glancing up at him as he fell into step with you.
He smiled readily back at you; he'd seemed peppier today, letting the ceaseless taunting roll of his back with a shrug of his shoulders, the unwillingness to turn everything into an argument or fistfight very uncharacteristic of him.
"Yeah, soâ" he started to say, as he looked around for a moment and carded his hand through his hair. He took in how cold you looked and all he could think was how badly he wanted to fix it. "âAbout last night or whatever...I know it's still fucking frigid, if you wanted to come by or sleep with, er, stay with â in my â yeah, you could do it again if you wanted?"
You couldn't hide the smile the spread widely across your face, nor the way your eyes sparkled mischievously as you stopped walking to face him.
"Mattheo Riddle, are you asking me to sleep with you?" you said flirtatiously, leaning towards him.
He stopped breathing. Your proximity and the words coming out of your mouth snatched every last breath and every last thought he'd had.
"Don't fuck around with me" he said through smirked lips, his voice low and measured, holding a hint of playfulness, but also a warning.
You laughed softly back but didn't back down.
"I'll see you tonight" you said as you continued your path back to the common room, leaving him gazing after you.
Your new outfit that night wasn't lost on him. You were wearing a form-fitting pair of soft pants and a matching top that hung slightly off your shoulder, revealing the lace of a bralette. You crawled into bed beside him, smiling contentedly and curling into his arms like you were married, like this was the most normal, easy, simple thing in the world, and yet it still took him a minute to really comprehend the situation, to relax.
He barely had a minute to catch his breath before Blaise shouted across the room, "Goodnight Theo!"
"Night, Blaise!" Theo shouted back.
"Night, Enz!" Blaise said again.
"G'night!" Enzo replied.
Mattheo rubbed a hand over his face at the antic.
"I swear they don't do this everyâ" he started.
"âNight, Draco!" Blaise shouted.
"And Pans!" Theo chimed in.
"Full fuckin' house in here" Enzo said.
"Goodnight!" she giggled back.
"Goodnight Mattheo..." Blaise said slowly, drawling out his name.
Mattheo didn't reply.
"GOODNIGHT YN" they each shouted.
You laughed, "Goodnight!" you said back and they cheered as Mattheo turned and buried his head into your shoulder in embarrassment, letting his body weight fall on you in exasperation.
You laughed at his reaction, instinctively bringing a hand to tangle in his curls and hold him to you before you could stop yourself. It was decidedly more intimate than anything that had happened between you before, but it had just felt right, something about pulling him into you, comforting him. You paused after a moment, catching yourself... running your hands through his hair should not make you feel this way; suddenly, you were very very warm.
As if he could sense your reaction, he lifted his head just slightly to meet your eyes, his face inches from yours.
He had to feel your heart hammering in your chest at this proximity, right? As he searched your face, it felt like a veil had come down between the two of you after a night spent together on top of years spent dancing around one another like you didn't know exactly what this could be. On cue, the room around you fell deeply silent as the others settled into sleep.
Your hand slowly dropped to trace his cheek.
"YN" he said in a low voice, cautious, guarded, his tone roughly translating to "Don't".
"What?" you whispered.
"I can't" he said.
"Can't what, Matty?"
The nickname made his heart beat double-time, an impossible feat based on the way it was already drumming loudly in his ears.
"You know what" he said sternly.
"Why?" you asked, innocently, the tips of your fingers moving to trace his jaw, nearing his lips before his hand grasped yours firmly, stopping you, making you jump slightly.
His body was rigid and taught, his expression was serious, maybe even threatening to anyone but you, but all you could see was the look in his eyes that were burning with something else, something much more passionate than anger.
His words were strained, like it was a physical effort to form them.
"I. Can't. Alright? Just let it go" he said as his eyes continued to beg otherwise.
Your next words were so soft, he almost didn't hear them, might have missed them if his entire being wasn't fine tuned to hear the exact phrase.
"Kiss me" you said, somewhere between a plea and a demand.
He caught your eye and his breath caught in his throat at the way you were looking at him: your eyes wide, soft and focused on him, your chest visibly rising and falling underneath him, your body pressing against him as you wiggled your hand out of his grasp to trace his cheek. Surely he couldn't have heard you right?
"I'm notâI can'tâ that's not a good idea. I can't just kiss you" he said, stumbling over his words uncharacteristically.
"Why?" you asked quietly, sadly.
"Noânotâfuckâ" he started and stopped, trying not to upset you again.
He paused, trying to collect himself.
"Why do you think no other girl has slept in this bed?" he said seriously.
You pulled your hand back at the mention of other girls at a moment like this, but he responded by reaching to cup your cheek, to force you to look at him.
You were shaking your head.
"Because if I couldn't have you, then I didn't want anyone else. You're fucking it for me, always have been, but girls like you don't end up with guys like me and it's best I don't waste your fucking time and ruin our friendship in the process, alright?" he said resolutely, with finality.
"Mattyâ" you started
"âPlease stop calling me that, please" he said, slamming his eyes closed, "I'm trying to maintain a semblance of self control here."
"Stop holding back!" you whisper-yelled, which caught his attention, causing his eyes to flutter open. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. I want you. I've always wanted you, ask any of our thickheaded friends, they've all known for a long time."
He blinked slowly like each individual word had to register in his head. You could see him swallow, could see the sentence process in his brain as the pad of his thumb traced your cheek and you leaned into him, pressing further against him.
"Kiss me, Matty" you said.
And the last thread of his self control snapped. He leaned in, hovering close enough that you could feel the faintest touch of his lips as they ghosted against yours, teasing you.
"If I kiss you, that's it then, you're mine" he said, like it was a threat, an ultimatum, and not the best thing that's ever happened to you.
A smile spread across your lips and you nodded against his.
"All yours" you whispered back and he caught the last of your words with his mouth, his lips taking yours as both of his hands came to grasp your face firmly but gently, pulling you into him.
You could barely suppress the hum of pleasure that left you at the sensation, the relief of the feeling of his lips pillowed against yours, the tenderness and softness so opposite of everything that he was, the duality of it all had your body tingling. One of your hands grasped at his sweatshirt while the other wound around his neck, attempting to pull him impossibly closer to you as he moaned into your mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and you swore there wasn't anything in the world but this moment, this feeling with him as you tasted the lingering flavor of cigarettes and peppermint that you would come to associate with him.
It was all grabbing, desperate hands and crashed lips at first, trying in moments to catch up on years of wanting, until it was tantalizingly slow, languid, purely achingly perfect and intimate. You were certain you would kiss him like this every single day, given the chance.
It could have been minutes or hours that you were lost in each other before he pulled back, and the whine that left your lips at the loss of contact nearly had him throwing you over his shoulder and marching you to the first broom closet he could find.
"I've spent just about every day for the last 5 years thinking about this, and I cannot believe I'm about to fuckin' say this, but I'm not gonna rush it. At the very least, I'm not gonna hook up with you in a room full of people" he said, before tilting his head, "Well, at least not the first time... after that, no promises."
You laughed quietly and swatted at his shoulder.
"C'mere" he said, pulling you into him.
You curled into his arms, head nuzzling into his neck, your head resting on his chest as he held you tightly, brushing soft kisses to your temple as you fell asleep.
E P I L O G U E
You had been so caught up in the events of the evening, you hadn't really stopped to consider what happens next, namely, how would you tell your friends? Just make an announcement at breakfast? Put on enough PDA that they drew their own conclusion? Take off the scarf you were wearing that was covering the innumerable hickies on your neck? Your mind was in a heady fog about it all as the group of you wandered towards the Great Hall.
You were glued to Mattheo's side, but that wasn't really unusual; his fingers brushed against your own as he shot you a look out of the corner of his eye, a mischievous smile on his face.
"YN!" a voice shouted behind you.
You turned to see Cedric Diggory jogging towards you and you slowed your pace, as did everyone around you. Boys had to be either brave, stupid or naive to approach you when you were with your guy friends, and you weren't sure which category to put Cedric in as his eyes met their unwelcome stares but addressed you anyway.
"Sorryâ yeah, I was just wondering if maybe you'd like toâ" he started.
Oh no you thought.
"âCedric, really, that's so kindâ" you interrupted, trying to prevent a scene from breaking out as you felt Mattheo tense beside you.
"âYou didn't even hear what I was going to say?" he said with a laugh, somewhere between offended, annoyed and amused.
"Well, think that makes the message pretty clear then, mate" Mattheo said, the anger palpable in his tone.
"Excuse me?" Cedric replied. "I was talking toâ"
Oh no you thought again.
And you weren't quick enough to intervene before Mattheo had Cedric pinned against the stone wall of the hallway, his forearm at Cedric's chest, nearly lifting him off the ground as his feet dangled for purchase.
"I don't fucking care who you were talking to. From now on, you don't talk to her at all, alright?"
"What are you, her bodyguard?" Cedric sputtered as he gasped for breath.
"No" ... a pause... "I'm her boyfriend" Mattheo growled.
You tried and failed to hide the huge smile on your face behind your manicured fingers as your friends shouted behind you.
Well, that's one way to do it you thought. âĄ
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a/n - my first One Piece fic. absolutely terrifying but definitely a needed change of scenario to get out of my writing block. please be kind; I'm taking all my inspo from the live-action as that is what I am currently the most familiar with. but, well, we just have to see how it goes. bon appetite
Shoutout to my dear @mydearzero for encouraging my newfound obsession with this show and this character, as well as generally encouraging me to write. this is all your fault. And to everyone else who had been expecting me to finally post one of the other million fics I had promised... I'm sorry
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warning: 18+ only. MDNI. smut. piv sex. oral sex (f!receiving). unprotected sex [wrap up your eggplants yall]. semi-public sex. several FDA regulation code breaks, probably. afab reader. swearing. little bit of angst. shitty and fat-shaming [oc!]boyfriend/date. fist fight. alcohol consumption.
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âLook at your waiter's face. He knows. It's another reason to be polite to your waiter; he could save your life with a raised eyebrow or a sigh.â
â Anthony Bourdain,Â
The first thing you saw was the red, bright sign spelling out the restaurant's name.
Baratie. You had no clue what it meant but could only hope that âthe best restaurant in the East Blueâ was somewhere down the list of its definitions, especially after the months that they had kept you on the waiting list and the tumultuous trip that it took to sail there. Next, as your ship approached, you saw the⌠fish head. The sight of the sculpture at the front of the ship structure buried some worry in the pit of your stomach, but surely, if so many people had given it such fond reviews, the exterior was not to speak for what awaited you inside.Â
âBelieve me, baby, youâll love it here.��
âI really hope so,â you smiled as you got off your boat. Your legs shook at the knee as you stepped onto the sturdy dock planks. Days at sea, which had never been your friend, had clearly done more damage than you expected. You would have been on the floor if it wasnât for the pair of arms holding on to you.
âThanks, Chosi,â you said towards your boyfriend as he helped you steadily get back onto your feet.Â
âCanât have you faceplant the second we get here,â he brushed some invisible dust off your shoulder, and with his arm entwined with yours, he led you to the entrance of the establishment. You grabbed at the skirt of your dress to keep it down as the wind blew by.
As you walked, you looked at all the other ships harboured on the⌠was this an island? Was the entirety just one large ship? Was it anchored to something then, or was it drifting around the seas constantly? You couldnât quite comprehend the logistics of it all. But you could tell that humans and other creatures of all walks of lifeâroyalty, commoners, marines, piratesâwere unbothered by each other's presence and enjoying the outing. Once inside, the shushed sound of the waves was exchanged for a whisper of swing music, as well as the chatter of the restaurantâs patrons and the clinking of their cutlery on plates. The walls were lined in crimson wallpaper as well as painted depictions of sea battles, accented in gold and bronze details matching the furniture placed spaciously around the room and the two stories above it that lead the eye to a beautiful aquamarine ceiling that gave the illusion as if one was looking up at the bright sky from underwater.Â
The maitreâd, a Fishman, stood to attention at your entrance.Â
âGood afternoon, how may I help you?â he asked kindly.Â
âWe have a reservation. Name is Chosi,â Chosi stated with his head held high. Despite you doubting that anyone knew his name in these parts of the world, he never ceased to pronounce it with a level of expectation to it. It was commendable, as well as disappointing, when nothing happened afterwards. The maitreâd simply nodded and glanced down at his long list of names, searching for the one he had just heard, ready to cross it off.
 âAh, yes, right here. Please, do follow me to your table.â And so, you did just that, walking down the grand staircase onto the restaurant's main floor, where you seated at one of the smaller tables, perfect for a romantic dinner for two. âYour waiter will be right with you.â The Fishman bid you farewell just like that and returned to his position at the door.Â
âSo?â Chosi looked at you with a raised brow as you looked around.
âIt is quite stunning.â You must admit that you did not expect this kind of splendour when looking at the carved fish that gaped at you outside. Something about that just did not exude the same essence as the timeless and classy beauty of the interior. You barely even felt the shake of the waves beneath you.Â
Maybe your response wasnât sufficient, for Chosi had opened his mouth to respond, something in the angles of his face announcing displeasure, but he was interrupted by a new presence at your table. You looked up at the tall figure towering over you.Â
âWelcome,â the man spoke, his accent clearly indicating his origin if only you had been aware of where that was. Simultaneously, he put down a plate of bread rolls, perfectly and meticulously positioned atop it. â...to Baratie. My name is Sanji; I will be your waiter this afternoon.â
âTook you long enough.â Chosi mumbled under his breath, giving you an immense urge to kick him underneath the table, but you knew better than to do that, especially when he did not seem to be ready to stop any time soon. âTrying to convince my girl this place is worth visiting, heh.â You could feel your cheeks burning up in embarrassment. Nevertheless, the waiterâSanji, he said was his nameâdid not seem to give the comment much thought as he looked down at you with a curve to his thin-lined lips.
âMy apologies, madame; I hope my service will not give you the false impression of this establishment being worth any of your precious time.â The smoothness of his voice almost concealed the true meaning behind his speech, leaving you, as well as your date, speechless. However, you felt your speaking ability to be taken away by more than just his words as you spared a second to take your waiter in properly. You just could not help but notice how his suit wrapped around his arms, and although one was covered by his blonde hair, his eyes had a glint of something that excited you despite not even knowing the root of that excitement.Â
Like nothing had happened, Sanji continued, âWould you care to see the menu? Hear the specials?â That is when you noticed the menu cards he was holding in his hand. And he must have been ready to list the special items, but Chosi was a step ahead.Â
âActually, I think we are ready to order.â That was the first you had heard of it, but you stayed put as he continued. After all, Chosi had eaten here before. He knew what was good, and you could trust his judgement.Â
âPrime rib, medium rare,â as your boyfriend spoke, you kept your eye on the waiter, noticing the appearance of the smallest of flinches in his face at the sound of the dish, but never faltering his picture-perfect appearance, âand my lady will have the salad.â
Another twitch, right below his visible eyes, followed, but Sanjiâs professional facade stayed on as he inquired: âWe offer quite a variety of salads; which would madame prefer?â And with that, he turned to you, that smile plastered on like a sticker, but he had trouble keeping it on as the answer to his question did not come from your mouth.
âWhichever is the best, of course.â Chosi rolled his eyes, and you wished you could do so as well. The waiter glanced between you and him, turning back to you momentarily. Long enough for you to give him a reassuring smile. It would be in everyoneâs best interest if he just moved on from the matter.Â
âDrinks, then,â Sanji again spoke with an unphased essence about him, as if nothing from the past few minutes had ever occurred, or at least tried to emulate this. âMadam, anything I can get you?â The way he emphasised that word didnât require any pointed glares.Â
âUhm,â you hesitated as he kept his full attention on you, completely ignoring the man sitting opposite you at the table, making Chosi stare at you just as, if not more, intensely, for all the opposite reasons. Out of panic, you just blurted out the most straightforward order. âJust water, thank you.â It being the first words you said in the waiter's presence, they came out soft. Nothing like your regular voice, which startled you slightly.Â
âStill, sparkling or mineral?â Sanji pursued.Â
âStill please,â you smiled shyly, unsure where that actual shyness derived from.Â
âIce? Cubed or crushed?â He fired the questions at a rapid pace.
âA bit of ice is fine. Thank you,â you repeated yourself, looking down at the table and letting the waiter move on to the rest of the order. He didnât say anything else but looked at Chosi with anticipation.Â
âIâll have your finest brew.â
âComing up,â his voice had a sudden coldness to it as he walked away, back to the kitchen, leaving the table to a thick silence.Â
âI could have ordered for myself, you know,â you said, with that same soft tone you had spoken with earlier, although this felt much more familiar seeing who you talked to.Â
 âAnd have you stuff yourself with some useless carbs? Câmon, you know Iâm just looking out for you, here.âÂ
âI know.â You straightened out a fork in front of you, suddenly feeling uneasy at how far away from the plate it was positioned compared to the knife on the opposite side. You were straightening out a crease in the tablecloth when Sanji returned with a silver tray in one hand. He placed the pint glass full of golden brew in front of Chosi before turning your way and setting a glass beside your plate. With a pair of tongs, one by one, he let ice cubes fall to the bottom of it, the clinking against the glass almost deafening. Then, he followed up with another pair of tongs and reached for a little tray but stopped himself to ask you: âCare for a slice of lemon, madame?â
âOh, uhm, sure,â you shrugged, unable to look away. This process of pouring a glass of water felt rather extensive, but you could not deny the fact you were enjoying it all. As he grabbed the large pitcher to pour the water, you were unsure how he had carried all of these items with one hand and did so seemingly effortlessly.
âThere we go,â he smiled, âyour food will be with you shortly, but do let me know if you require anything else.â And just like that, he was gone again, but not without leaving you feeling that he had meant his parting words especially for you and that that sentiment had undoubtedly not escaped your date.
âI donât like the look of that guy.â Chosi glared at you as he took a sip from his pint, slurping up the top layer of foam with it.Â
âI think heâs quite sweet.â You straightened out the fork again and reached for a bread roll to tear it apart piece by piece.Â
âOf course you would,â he rolled his eyes, which made you look up from your little snack.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â You put the bread roll down as the pit in your stomach hollowed out your appetite. Right, making space for that damn salad.
âNothing.â Chosi shrugged, âJust that it's typical that somehow Iâm the only one to notice when some guy is trying to cop a feel.â
âHe was doing no such thing.â You had to bite your tongue not to raise your voice as his insinuation, despite being on the waiter's actions, seemed to be brutally judging yourself. âThe poor guy is just doing his job. Iâm not bothered by it, and neither should you be.â Usually, you would attach some sweet nickname at the end of that sentence, but this was one too many times you had said a variant of the confirmation, and you were growing tired of just the thought of it.
Somewhere in the distance, a table erupted into a shouting match that had to be broken up by a handful of waiters. While usually, you turned away from such brutalities, never having been fond of violence and not particularly having a necessity in seeing people getting their teeth punched out minutes before eating a meal, this time you stretched your neck out to glance across the room, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of the white-blonde hair among the rousing heads. Someone had pulled a pistol, but the weapon was kicked out of the man's grip before they could shoot or even alarm people enough to hide beneath their tables. Just like that, the restaurant resumed its normal state of pleasantries, and you got back to your abysmal date and hoped it was still worth saving⌠or that saving was still even an option to begin with.Â
âFrom what you had told me about the place, Chi, it is much grander than I had expected.â You smiled, and he nodded to your affirmations.
âWell, I didnât want to raise the expectations too high, but you know I donât do anything but the best for you, sweet cheeks.â
âOf courseââ you were interrupted by the footsteps nearing your table, and the weight nearly lifted off your shoulders at the sight of Sanji carrying too large plates.Â
âHello there,â he grinned slyly, âhope I donât interrupt anythinâ.âÂ
âNot at all,â You moved your glass aside to make space for your dish, but Sanji put Chosiâs plate down first, announcing the food.
âPrime rib, medium rare, for the gentleman.â Like everything else, he precisely placed it so the gold details on the plate faced the diner exactly right. The roast glistened in the restaurant's dim light, and the smell hit you right at the nerves that reminded you of your hunger. But that was for the gentleman, and the gentleman had ordered for you theâ
âAnd for the madame,â Sanji put a plate in front of you, âwhat I like to call the Sanji Special.â
You looked down at your plate of food with a stunned expression and then looked back up. Just in time, you caught the slight wink that your waiter had sent you before stepping back to then, with a nod, say, âBon appetite.âÂ
He got to take about three steps and had just turned his back towards your table when Chosi called out to him, clearing his throat. âEhem, excuse me, Sonny.âÂ
âIs there a problem?â Sanji returned with his hands behind his back, but you didnât need to see his fists to know he was clenching them. It was all visible in the strain of his upper arms and jaw as he restrained himself to keep up a polite smile.Â
âI am pretty sure we had ordered a salad?â Chosi tried to play it off with a casual laugh, but it turned out to be anything but. Sanji leaned forward to grab the plate, but then your boyfriend exclaimed, âNo, not for me; for her.â before the waiter got his hand on his prime rib.
With a satisfied smile, Sanji glanced at your plate and stated: âThat is a salad.â
Not that you did not appreciate what was in front of you, but if it was a salad, it was the loosest interpretation of the definition possible. You had to keep your laugh in as he explained that the dish was a âtwist on kensui salad with steamed components, egg, and porkâ or, in your simpler terms⌠the most delicious-looking pot of ramen you had ever encountered in your life, but no, definitely not a salad in the traditional sense. You smiled at the food, not daring to look up at Sanji while your boyfriendâs head seemed to be boiling alive, but the waiter was a step ahead of you.Â
âAh, almost forgot, for the lady,â almost out of nowhere, he made a pair of chopsticks appear for you.Â
âShe will not be eating that,â Chosi grunted.Â
âI think that is for her to decide,â Sanji didnât even bother to look at him, keeping his sweet smile on you, which, in turn, rushed a hot flush over your cheeks.Â
âChosi, donât be like that; this looks delicious.â You spoke, hoping he would calm down and let you finally sink your teeth into this gorgeous meal. After a tense second, Chosi finally huffed out and sank back down in his chair, making you realise he had been on the verge of getting up for whatever reason. Either way, his intentions could not have been good. In the meantime, Sanji excused himself once more to finally leave you to eat.Â
You had perhaps taken half a bite when Chosi, his food untouched, spoke up again. âWhy do you always do this?â
âDo what?â your throat tightened around the pork you had just swallowed.
âEmbarrass me like that?â He sighed, a vein in his forehead looking more prominent than ever.
âI didnâtââ
âCut the shit, you know what youâre doing.â Chosi slammed his fist on the table, startling you and the few people sitting at the nearest tables to you.
âPlease, can we not do this now,â you kept your head down, ignoring all the pairs of eyes that must have started catching on to what was happening. Chosi had turned red from anger by that point.Â
âWhat, am I being too much for you? Imagine what itâs like going out with a slutââ
âChosi!â you snapped, immediately covering your face with your hand as if you had not meant to shout and grab the attention of even more people.Â
Deep breath in.Â
Out.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â You hissed at the man across the table from you.Â
âWith me? Youâre the one that has been eyefucking the waiter this whole time, and now you disrespected me like that in front of him? Do I mean so little to you?â
âI did no such thing.â You rolled your eyes, catching glimpses of the room you were in. The people that sat around, the employees. Of course, Sanji stood only a few tables away, taking an order. Could he hear what was happening? Most likely, the idea of that burned you in a new, much more unpleasant manner. Chosi must have said something, but you had been too occupied by your surroundings and too tired to even listen to what other vile things he had to tell you. The only thing that kept you at that table was the food, but no matter how good, it wasnât worth enduring him. âYou know what,â you grabbed your napkin and slapped it onto the table, âI canât do this right now. Iâll see you on the boat.â The chair shrieked as you shoved it back.
âWhere the hell do you think youâre going,â Chosi growled practically, and despite you having already turned your back to him, you heard his own chair scrape the deck floor. You had your eyes squeezed shut as you got ready for what was coming. He reached out, but nothing happened.Â
You looked over your shoulder to see Sanji pulling Chosi in by the sleeve.Â
âBelieve me, we donât wanna do that, mate.â Sanji said, his eyes filled with a new rage that made you take a step back.
âLet go of me, you sleaze.â Chosi suddenly reminded you of a feral kitten, how he tried to wriggle himself out of the waiterâs grip. âIâll make you regret ever touching me. Do you know who I am?â
âDo I look like I give a shit?â he let go with a laugh, almost pushing Chosi to the ground. As your date dusted off his sleeves, Sanji took a step forward, pressing himself against him. Now that both men were standing face to face, did you only realise how much taller Sanji was than your boyfriend. How much bigger and, most likely, how much stronger. With a hushed and reserved tone yet somehow full of intimidation, the waiter said, âDonât you ever try to touch or speak to a woman like that again, you hear me? Or Iâll make you regret you were ever born.âÂ
Chosi could only nod with his eyes blown wide open. The restaurant was dead quiet, unable to pull their eyes away from the scene unfolding before them. No one said anything or moved, and yet, somewhere, a stack of plates fell. The crash of porcelain echoed through the space, and Sanji turned his attention toward the kitchenâs double doors for a second. That quick moment was enough for Chosi to find his moment and attack.
Or at least make an attempt at it.Â
Sanji was still looking toward the kitchen, and Chosiâs fist was in mid-air, but the waiter flawlessly manoeuvred around it, swinging himself back and letting Chosi fall forward. To make matters worse, Sanji supplemented the fall by kicking him over. If it wasnât for the fact that your boyfriendâs chin had smacked against the table, you would have missed the entire thing, as Sanjiâs movements were so elegant that it seemed as if he had not moved at all. He might as well have been refilling your water, ignorant of the groaning mess of a man he had kicked down to the ground with such ease.Â
Chosi got up shakily. A nasty cut was already dripping blood from the underside of his face, but the redness didnât compare to the rage on his face. He looked around until his eyes caught yours. âWhat, youâre just gonna stand there like some dumbââ
âWhat did I just say?â Sanji said, this time much louder, not trying to hide the row from the rest of the diners. But before he could make another move, Chosi reached for the nearest thing he could reach, which in his case was your dish of ramen, and threw a fistful of noodles Sanjiâs way, hitting him square in the chest.Â
Silence.Â
He must have been too stunned at the audacious strike to move out of the way for it. Everyone must have been watching the noodles unstick from his navy jacket and slowly fall to the ground, then watched as Sanji raised his head back up, his expression unamused and cold, but his eyes filled with a passionate and furious fire. One that was enough to live up to the promise he had made the man you had come to the restaurant with. And so, just like that, without another word needing to be said by anyone, you watched Chosi back awayâone, two, three steps, whimpering and mumbling some comments that could almost make up an apology, before he sprinted up the stairs to the exit.Â
âRidiculous,â you heard Sanji mutter under his breath. âFucking waste of food.â
Before you could think any better about it, you walked up and knelt down, as he did, to reach for the spilt noodles. âI am so sorry,â you started apologising. âI swear normally heââ
 âIs exactly like that,â Sanji chuckled with a rasp. You looked up at him, a bit dumbfounded. He had managed to scoop most of the food before you had and was already getting up. âYou have nothing to apologise for.â One of his colleagues had been quick with bringing over cleaning supplies. âIf anything, I should be the one saying sorry. Let me make it up to youâa drink in the bar, on the house.â
âNo, that is really not necessary.â You couldnât accept anything for free after your boyfriend pulled off such a scene and⌠had run off without paying. The realisation hit you like a brick on the head as you cursed under your breath with a strong sense of panic, which Sanji caught on to immediately.Â
âPlease,â He reached gently for your arm. âI insist.â
You stuttered for a moment before actually answering in defeated agreement. With a satisfied smile, Sanji led you to another exit, leading to the bar deck. âRight this way, madame.â
The bar deck, located in the mouth of that giant fish head, was moderately empty. Except for you and the appointed barman behind the counter, only a handful of others were sprinkled across the couches and futons. You chose a seat overlooking the sea and the setting sun that coloured the sky and waters an array of warm colours.Â
You understood that you had to go up to the bar to order, but you felt no particular need for it, just enjoying the breeze that brought over the calm sea air towards you.Â
It was unclear how much time you spent sitting out there, looking at the waves splashing by and the clouds above you and the people around you. Only once the sun had set entirely, darkening the sky completely, and most people had left the area, you decide to finally walk up to the bartender and place an order. The man nodded and proceeded to make your drink with only a few attached flourishes to the craft, but the result was charming and tasted delicious.
âI hope I had made it clear that that was one drink on the house,â you heard from behind you.Â
âDonât worry, this is my first.â You said, turning around to see Sanji standing behind you.Â
âYou might just be the slowest drinker I have ever met,â he said as he took the spot by your side.
âJeez, do your manners flush away the second youâre off the clock?â You smiled, taking a sip of your drink, most likely also proving Sanji his point as the sip you took was particularly small.Â
âFor what itâs worth, madame, I was about to tell you that your bill has been taken care of.â He leaned against the bar countertop with his forearms. âBut I will make myself scarce now.â
âNo, wait,â you stopped him before he could push himself back. âWhat do you mean it wasâ I would have happily paid. At least let me leave a tip.â You were ready to pull out your purse when he took his turn to halt your movements.Â
âI will not be accepting any tips for my service today. And honestly, you barely had a meal to eat, let alone to pay for. It is all taken care of. I promise.â
You looked up at him apprehensively, but something about hisânot necessarily laidbackâbut how he was so comfortable with the situation put you at ease, too. But something was gnawing at your conscience.Â
âAlright then, but I disagree with the review of your service. You most certainly need something for it in return.â How could you repay the man who had just gotten you out of your horrific relationship? You doubted anything in the world could match your actual gratefulness. Although, maybe the smile that pulled at Sanjiâs lips said something different.
âLet me cook for you.â
âWhat?â You blinked slowly, making him smile even wider.
âYou havenât eaten anything proper in hours. Let me make you something in the kitchenâan exclusive guest experience.â
âThat doesnât sound much like a gratuity for you.â You pointed out, but he did not seem to mind.
âIndulge me,â was all he responded with. Feeling giddy at the prospect, you glanced over at the bartender, who was definitely listening in on the conversation. Understanding what you meant with your look, he simply shrugged while wiping the glasses.Â
âOk then.â This entire thing felt utterly ridiculous, and you didnât hide the amusement you felt from it as Sanji opened the door to the kitchen for you. That is when your smile lightly faltered, only to be replaced with a fallen jaw as you looked around in amazement. Like the dining area, this room had a high ceiling but wasnât decorated as much as simply visually enhanced by all the bronze pots and pans hanging around, and the pipes leading from the ovens and stoves up to the chimneys. There were long lines of prep stations, behind which one Sanji comfortably made himself at home as he immediately got started on something.
The first few minutes, after you watched him exchange his suit jacket for a white chefâs uniform, you were occupied with the kitchen itself, but once you had gotten used to the environment, you wondered where you could make yourself equally comfortable as not a nuisance to him as he cooked.Â
âMake yourself at home, sweetheart,â he said while chopping some ingredients at a speed that made your heart skip a beat in fear. Or did that come from the new nickname that caught you by surprise?Â
âWhat happened to âmadameâ?â you walked closer to his station. Sanji just looked up briefly, eye covered by his hair but his smile evermore present. Your smile lasted longer as you forgot you had meant to look at what he was doing, not to stare at him. Noticing he was not planning on answering your question, you asked another. âSo, what exactly are you making?â
âSince Iâm sure dinner did not turn out entirely as you had planned, I thought maybe dessert would be a good pick-me-up. Rose and chocolate meringue tartes, how does that sound?â
 âMakes me wonder what I did to deserve it,â you laugh it off while speaking the question that had been on your mind this whole time.Â
âI like to show a lady how sheâs meant to be treated,â he said as he poured several ingredients into a glass bowl and began wicking at a pace that should have stopped him from looking so effortless long ago. âItâs all part of the special package deal.â
âRight, the Sanji Special, was it?â You looked around at the countertop next to him, which seemed free from ingredients and anything you could set on fire. You glanced his way, and he swiftly nodded your way. With that permission in mind, you pushed yourself up on the counter, swinging your legs lightly back and forth. âSo what exactly does this special indicate?â
âA nice meal, a little surprise, a few kind words, nothing too crazy. I would like to think that, with it, I have perfected the recipe on how to eliminate shitbag boyfriends like that prince charming you came here with.â
âMy knight in shining armour.â You rolled your eyes, hiding how much you appreciated all his actions from that day. âMust have worked on quite a few girls then?â
âCanât say it has,â he said as he pushed the oven open to prebake a few tartelette frames. The speed at which he worked truly was otherworldly.Â
âCanât because of a bad success rate or because you hadnât actually tried it before?â
He appeared next to you from beside the oven; tiny droplets of sweat were forming at his temple, but his energy was still burning like the fire under the pot where he was melting the chocolate. âLet's say the latter. For both our dignityâs sake.â It did not come as a surprise to you that he was a flirt and most likely tried these tricks out on the entirety of the female clientele, and yet, for reasons unknown, you did not mind one bit, and it still did not seize to make the smallest of his advances work on you with tremendous effect.Â
âDonât think I have much more of that left after everything that happened out there.â You cringed at the memory of the shouting, the mess, and just how many people had been sitting there watching you.Â
âThereâs been much worse out there, believe me.â Sanji lowered the fire under the pan lightly.
âI hardly believe that. He threw noodles at you. That is absolutely revolting behaviour.â And somehow, you managed not to get kicked out of the restaurant along with Chosi but even got to hang out in the kitchen after hours as a special dessert was being prepared for you⌠by the waiter that your boyfriend had tried to assaultâ no, that your ex-boyfriend tried to assault. That felt much better, but still didnât let the whole situation make any more sense.
âAnd that wouldnât even make the top ten of shit thatâs happened around this place.â
âI⌠am not sure wether to be relieved or disappointed.â For an inexplicable reason, you thought you would be more memorable to him. However, would you have wanted that, seeing the actual circumstances under which that would be? Ugh.
As if he could read your mind, Sanji added in. âDonât worry, Iâm not planning on forgetting you anytime soon.â
âI bet you say that to everyone.â You rolled your eyes, to which he just smiled. âBut really, I am sorry for what happenedâespecially to your suit.â
âI care more about the noodles, honestly, donât like seeing food go to wasteââ he drifted off with his thoughts before coming back up to the surface with another question, âspeaking of noodles, whereâd you meet this guy anyway?â
âItâs complicated,â you sighed, not wanting to burden him with your story, but from the eager attitude he was conveying as he managed his ingredients, he did not hold the same sentiment over it. âWe had been friends for agesâout dads worked togetherâand it seemed, to everyone, apparently, like the natural progression of events that we would end up together.â
âEveryone⌠except for you?â he assumed, looking up at you from the counter space.
âNo, I mean, at first I thought so too, but over time⌠well, you saw it yourself. But by the time I had realised what a mess I had gotten myself into, it felt like I was already too late.â
âHow so?â You heard the gentleness in his question like he was treading the topic lightly, not wanting to put any pressure on it or on you to answer.Â
âHeard people talking he had been planning to propose.â You shrugged it off. âBut I doubt that will be happening anymore.â
âWhat are you going to do now?â The question came with that same carefulness but perhaps a bit more intrigue. You simply shrugged again.
âWill probably have to find another ship to get back home on, as I canât imagine he would want me on board with him.â It was crazy you had not bothered to check but assumed that he had already taken off hours ago, leaving you behind to fend for yourself. âAnd then, if I see him again⌠well, not much else I can do but officially dump his ass.â
âSo I shouldnât feel bad for what I did?â He stopped what he was doing as he waited for an answer.
âAbsolutely not. I canât thank you enough for doing that.âÂ
The both of you shared sheepish smiles before you watched him work silently for a few more minutes. The tarte frames came out of the oven in a beautifully crisp golden tone, and he mixed the chocolate into a thick mousse while the rosy syrup lay back to cool off. While the two of you remained quiet, the kitchen was anything but that as his utensils clinked around the pans. You thought back to a few hours ago and how the silence at your table had been anything but this. You had sat in a cold dread, waiting for something to snap until it inevitably did. However, you sat back comfortably here, happily watching as Sanji focused on his work.Â
It really was his element. While you thought the man had been exemplary at waiting tables, it was nothing compared to the ease at which he performed here. Each move he made seemed like second nature to him.Â
âDo all the waiters here know how to cook like this?â you inquired, leaning in to see how he filled the pastries up, hands in a tight grip on the piping bag.Â
âThe ones that are cooks do,â he chuckled.Â
âYouâre a cook?â you blinked, âthen what were you doing out there earlier?âÂ
âAh, the old shitbag that runs this place likes to torture me and send me off to do the waitinâ.â He readjusted his hold on the piping bag, briefly stopping to wipe his hand on the towel tucked between his belt.Â
âDoesnât that bother you? Iâm sure youâd much rather work here.â You certainly would. Some people could be real assholes to serve⌠your former date being a prime example. But Sanji simply laughed it off.
âNah, not when beautiful women are out there waiting to be served.â He stopped to look up at you with a shit-eating grin, and the unseriousness dripping off of it made you blush, smile along with him and push him back by his shoulder before you would do something else much more irrational. Perhaps a bit too hard, as he lost his balance, only finding it on the counter, exactly where the piping bag had been left behind. His palm fell right over the ending, bursting out the mousse in an unfortunate mess, spilling all over him and the counter.
âOh no,â you said, covering your mouth but not the giggles from it, âIâm so sorry.â
âYou think itâs funny, donât you?â He couldnât keep his smile, but you shook your head harshly. âYouâll pay for this,â he pointed his hand, covered in chocolate, at you. Several thoughts ran through your mind initially, but you managed to suppress most of them, opting for simply running your finger over the back of his hand where most of the mousse had spilt and giving it a taste.Â
âThat is really good.â you hummed at the sweetness. Sanji stood back, somewhat frozen at what you had done, but quickly thawed out with a few blinks.
âWell, what else did you expect?â He wiped the rest of his hand on the towel at his side, âand Iâll have you know itâs rude to eat the food before itâs done. Takes away from the experience.â
âIâm sorry,â you pouted, âbut I promise you I am still very much enjoying this whole experience.â
âYou better.â Sanji said, taking the baking tray and putting it back in the oven for the last few minutes. With the oven door shut, he sighed and leaned against the counter opposite you. âNow we wait.â
âHow long exactly?â
âIn a rush, are we?â He glanced at you from behind his hair, and the question made you heat up in the face. Because how could you explain to this practical stranger that you were feeling the opposite of what he insinuated. That you did not want this night to end at all. That being here with him, even if you were just waiting for a damn tart to bake, you were having more fun than you had had in weeks, if not longer. So, all you did was simply shake your head again.Â
âIt will be just a few minutes, and then gotta let it cool for a bit.â He reassured you. That is when you noticed the bowl he had mixed the mousse in, mostly scraped clean while filling up the piping bag, but even the best chef canât always scrape every last ounce out. Now, you might not have had any particular urge to leave any time soon, but you certainly were hungry, and having tasted just how delicious Sanjiâs food was, you couldnât help but lean in to get another little taste.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â He said, bemused, reaching to stop you from taking another swipe of mousse onto your finger. His hand gently grabbed your wrist, but he had been too late. When he caught you, you had your hand directly over your lips, looking up at him. He glared down at you in a daring manner.Â
You licked the chocolate off yourself as innocently as possible without bursting into laughter.Â
âI canât believe youâd do that.â He took a step forward, nearly closing the gap between you. The presence of his body, so close to yours, almost touching, reverberated off of you with warmth, and suddenly, you felt the breath you had taken to be stuck in the back of your throat. âDid you not listen to anything I just said?â His breath was hot against your skin, and if you didnât know any better, you would have thought it was a direct source of the skip in your heart.Â
âOf course I did.â You ignored the fast beating of your heart and the feeling like it might just burst out of your chest as you took him by the arm to give you some space and let you slide down the counter back onto your feet. âSomething about experience andâŚâ you slid out from between him and the counter, and as you did so, swooped by the bowl of mousse with your finger one last time. âI forgot what else.â
âYou are unbelievable,â Sanji reached for your hand, but you were quicker and manoeuvred around him and from his armâs reach. Taunting him with the mousse, you walked around the work counters, and he, happily playing along, followed suit.Â
Like children, you ran around the kitchen, with him not far behind you, trying to catch you until he finally did, picking you up by the waist. Unintentionally, a squeak of a shriek came out of you, followed by both your laughs. You kept on laughing until you heard something outside the door. Heavy footsteps, freezing you both in your place until they moved on by. That is when you noted the time. Hours past midnight.
âAre we even allowed to be in here at this time?â You whispered as if the person who had walked by would suddenly be able to hear you.
âOf course,â Sanji said with confidence, but his expression juxtaposed this with signs that you could only read as âabsolutely fucking not.â chances were that if you were caught in the kitchen at this time of night, you would be shot on the spot by, what did Sanji call him, the old shitbag.
But before you could run away in fear of getting caught, it was Sanjiâs turn to take you by surprise. As you stood in his arms, he leaned in and wrapped his mouth around your finger, sucking all the chocolate right off. You could feel his tongue move down your knuckles and back up until he released it, leaving you stunned and wide-eyed.Â
âI thought itâs rude to eat a dish before itâs done,â you managed to sputter out.Â
âSo you did listen,â he smiled, âbut you might want to know that a good cook always tastes their dishes in the process, and that⌠was delicious.â
âAre you always this humble about your cooking?â Your heart was basically in your throat at this moment.
âWasnât talking about the food,â his tone was deep, sultry, as he leaned closer. âBut care to give me another taste?â
Your breath was officially hitched in your throat, unable to breathe properly, as you stared at him, body flooding with heat and need for him. As words escaped you, you nodded lightly and leaned in as he did the same, meeting your lips in the middle with a kiss.
As soon as it happened, his arms found their spot on your side as you fastened yourself on his shoulders. It was nothing like you expected it to be. For a man spending his entire nights and days in the kitchen, he felt nothing like it. You could smell the cologne, taste the cigarettes and the fresh mint he used to conceal the former. His tender but firm touch held you in your place as he pressed closer.
There was a force to it, but nothing that you didnât feel in yourself to copy as the need for him boiled deep inside you.Â
Your hand moved slowly up to his cheek, over to his hair at the nape of his neck.
One of his hands, in the meantime, had found your thigh, pulling it up over his leg as he squeezed your soft flesh, but before giving you a chance to even react to this new position and all its implications, Sanji moved.
Pulling apart, leaving your lips to be the last piece he detached from as he kept your bottom lip between his teeth lightly, he apologised, âExcuse me for a moment.â because while you might have forgotten all about the world around you, he had still been keeping track of the tartelettes that were baking down in the oven.Â
He pulled the tray of pastries out with a white tea towel, practically throwing it down on the counter, discarding it with a metal clang.
âNow we wait for them to cool,â he explained as he got back to you.
âAnd what were you planning on doing in the meantime,â you pulled him back in by the blue ascot tie.Â
With his lips ghosting over yours, he half-whispered, âI might have a few things in mind,â and with it, kissed you again. While the kiss itself was not much different, with that same intensity and passion running through both of you as before, now you were very much aware of what was to follow. If it wasnât your need that spurred you on, then it was Sanji and his eagerness. Despite his chefâs uniform and the navy apron, you could feel him grow harder against you as the kiss continued. A moan escaped you as his lips travelled down to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses one by one until he reached a spot that was more sensitive than others. The simple touch sparked a fuse inside you.
As he continued playing with your sensitive skin, he led both your bodies to one of the empty tables at the side of the room, pressing you right against the edge and locking you in between it and him.
Without needing him to say a word, you understood exactly what you needed to do and climbed on top of the table, spreading your legs to make space for him right in the middle.Â
Your dress might have hiked up slightly over your thighs, but it wasnât enough for Sanji, who took it upon himself to pull it up.Â
âI hope you donât mind me sayingâ,â he smiled as he kissed the corner of your mouth and as his hand reached the top of your leg, âbut I had been thinkin' about this ever since I saw you.â
âMe too,â you exhaled deeply, letting the confession sink in. Maybe Chosi was right after all. Now, with him out of the picture, you could admit that something had been there from the start, from the moment you caught a glimpse of the waiter cook. And if it wasnât for all the shit that occurred that day, maybe you would have felt a twinge of guilt as you guided Sanjiâs hand between your legs. If you had not shut that chapter behind you, perhaps you would have felt bad, but any insecurities of that disappeared as Sanji began to toy with your core. His slender fingers grazed slowly over your slit, putting enough pressure on it to make you arch your back in need of more.Â
âAlready so needy,â he smirked. âAnd I barely touched you.â
âTouch me then,â you said with gritted teeth.
âDonât need to tell me twice.â His fingers moved up in pace and barely went any deeper, keeping you on the edge of satisfaction. âAnd what would madame like me to do?â He threaded his movements, and you were growing impatient with the teasing.
âFuck me,â ready to hear his next question, you added, âI donât care how.â
His grin only grew wider at your words. Much to your dislike, he pulled his hand away to place both at your thighs, pressing his fingers into your skin and using that as leverage to make more space for himself in between.
âAs madame wishes.â He spoke softly right below your ear as he descended onto his knees.Â
The kiss he left over your panties already invoked a tremble through your entire body, and it only got worse from there, in the best sense. He pushed your underwear aside and took his time giving you all his attention and care. Kissing your core deeply until his nose pressed up against you. His tongue licked up your juices like a starving man until your eyes rolled back, and you felt weak.Â
The table you were perched on was empty, so you only had Sanji to hold on to. At first, you reached for his shoulder, but it was just not high enough for you to find support. As you tried to look for it, Sanji reached for your hand and brought it up to the side of his head for you to tangle your fingers in his light locks. Before you even managed to grab onto them, simply letting your nails trace over his hair, you felt the vibrations of his moans strike you. Another deep blow to your senses pulled you further down to the edge. Closer and closer until you couldnât take it anymore. Your grip on his hair tightened as your breath grew sporadic.Â
âFuck, fuck,â you moaned, voice filled with desperation for a release, and one that Sanji would be more than pleased to give you⌠just not quite yet. As he pulled away from you, you deflated with the feeling of a ruined climax and the urge to pull him back to finish what he had started, but all you could do was whimper in protest.Â
âDonât worry,â he kissed your knee softly, âall in good time. I promise to take good care of you,â and with that, he rose back up to his feet, untying his apron.
âThat was good,â your chest still moving up and down heavily as you caught your breath. âReally good.â
âIt pleases me to hear that,â he said as he threw the apron aside onto the ground. âAnd believe me, I would love to go back for secondsââ
âDoes all your pillow talk stem from restaurant jargon?â you interrupted jokingly.Â
âYou laugh, and yet youâre the one begging me to fuck you.â God, he was so cocky, with the way he stood there in front of you, his head tilted sideways, and his lip turned up in a grin that told you he knew he was right. âSo, please, let me.â His hand was already on his belt buckle.Â
There was no time or need for either of you to undress. With your dress hiked up to your hips, he already had easy enough access, and once his belt was loose, it only took a few sharp pulls for you to release him from the material restraints.Â
âYou ready?â he asked.
âFor the love of god,â grabbing him by the arm, you pulled him in, âstop talking and just take me.â You knew he was about to respond, but before he got the chance to make another absurdly silly but nonetheless flirtatious comment, you shit him up with a kiss. Just like that, the two of you melted into one another. Sanji made himself comfortable between you and let his lips wander down to your neck again, to that one spot he found that drove you crazy.Â
He kept kissing your neck as he finally slid into you. The two feelings made your body go weak, melting you into a puddle of burning nerves as he spread your walls and filled you up perfectly.Â
First, he moved slowly, but with each thrust, he sped up more and more, putting more force into it until you were both shaking with ferocity, and the table underneath you scratched over the planks it stood upon. The sound of the tortured floor was the only thing covering up both your moans and that of the messy skin-to-skin contact.Â
While he practically pounded into you, you reached for his hair again. There was just something about it: how messy you managed to make it with a few tugs and brushstrokes. All of it, how he acted and reacted, it was all in response to you. Just how he made you see stars with each move he made.Â
âFeels so good, fuck,â he groaned over your shoulder as you grabbed for his, pulling him closer if possible. He had your legs pressed against his sides. He shook his head quickly, letting the hair flick out of his sight, but the attempt was poor as the lock quickly fell back over his eye despite his efforts.Â
âSanââ you moaned, âSanjiââÂ
âThatâs right,â he might as well have been kissing you, so close were his lips to you, but instead, the only thing you truly felt was his hot breath on your skin as he kept going deeper and harder. âGonna come for me? His voice got even deeper the longer he kept going. At the sound of it, your nails dug into his back, his striped shirt being the only thing saving him from possibly some nasty scratches, but it seemed to only spur him on more. âIââ you gasped out as you felt him hit the deepest part of you.
âYeah?âÂ
âIâm close, fuck.â the pit in your stomach tightened, your muscles strained as you tried to hold on to that feeling of pleasure he brought over you. The tension built up like a band being pulled tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment; he had you in his grip, waiting to let go of you at the exact right time. All you needed was that touch, just the right one in the right spot.Â
You could feel it all. Could feel just how close he was himself as his thrusts got sloppier, and his breathing grew heavier and rougher between his words. âYeah, câmon. I know you can do it. Come all over my cock. ââs gonna feel so good, I promise you.â
The encouragement might not have been necessarily what did it. It was more like a concoction of things that all led to this precise moment when ecstasy overtook your body and washed over you like a hot flash. Sanji was not far behind you, riding his high as he ensured you got to yours. His movements slowed down as you felt the cum slick down your thighs. While you both caught your breath, it became quiet once more.Â
It took you a bit longer to catch up on air in your lungs, and so while you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, you heard Sanji zip his trousers back up and lightly walk across the aisle between the workstations. When you opened your eyes again, he was making his way back to you already, a handful of paper towels in his hand.Â
Despite the burn you already felt in your sore muscles, you spread your legs one last time to give him access to clean you up. His soft touches to your sensitive core now were in stark contrast to what he had been doing to you moments ago, but the cold of the damp towel brought a nice sense of comfort.Â
âYou think you can stand up for me?â he asked gently, and the little words in that tone were enough to make your heart flutter.Â
âYeah, I think so.â You said, but that was quickly proven wrong when your knees buckled almost immediately when your feet touched the ground. It was only because of the way that Sanji held your arm that you had not completely toppled over.Â
âWoah, alright.â He smiled, never letting go of you, âHow about we just sit for now.â Slowly, he guided you to sit on the ground, back against a cabinet. âWater?âÂ
You nodded in agreement. The question had made you realise just how parched you were.
âStill, sparkling, mineral?â
âSurprise me.â You said through a tired smile at the reference to how he waited on you earlier, but moments later, you reminded yourself of your preference, âjust not sparkling! It just tastes foul.âÂ
âAnything but sparkling water, coming right up.â He moved around the room to pour you some surprise water, and while he did so, you pressed your face into your hands, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Less than 12 hours ago, you had been walking up the deck, arm in arm, with your good-for-nothing boyfriend, soon-to-be fiance. Now you sat on the ground of a restaurant kitchen, with no idea where saidânow exâ-boyfriend was in the world, coming down from one of the best orgasms you had ever received⌠all by the hand of a stranger. A handsome stranger at that. One that you could imagine seeing much more of in the future, but it was all just too silly.Â
And you were tired. And hungry.Â
âVoila,â Sanji appeared in front of you with impeccable timing, a large ice-cold looking glass in one hand, filled with ice cubes and cucumber, and two plates in the other hand. The rose and chocolate meringue tartes look particularly inviting. âThought you might finally want to try one,â he said as he handed you a plate and fork.
âI swear, youâre a godsend.â No matter in how much need you were of a drink, the sight of the dessert made your mouth water.Â
âAh, just a little something sweet forââ
âIf youâre going to say what I think youâre going to say, I will shove this tarte in your face.â One could only endure so much of this sappy flirting, even if you found it very endearing. Sanji shut his mouth and sat beside you, poking his fork into his portion.
The two of you ate quickly but still took enough time to appreciate the flavours that oozed out of the pastry and its filling. The moan you made as it all reached your tastebuds might have been more pornographic than any sound you made while he had been deep inside you.Â
âMmm, this is delicious,â you said through another bite. The praise brought a huge smile to the cookâs lips. âSeriously, thank you. For everything.â
âItâs been my pleasure,â he spoke in a way that almost made you think he was getting shy on you. That felt unlikely, but you let him process it all for a moment as you kept eating.Â
Only once you had eaten everything off your plate did you ask your next question of the evening. âHow did you know I would like this?â
âItâs a chefâs best trait,â he pulled the fork out of his mouth with a pop, âto be able to read their customers well. To be able to tell what they like or dislike; to know them better than they know themselves.â
âBut how?â With intrigue, you moved closer to him. He had been leaning against the same cupboard as you, one of his knees raised up and an arm hanging casually over it. His hair was still messy, falling over his eye. âHow could you tell I would enjoy this specific dish?âÂ
The one unobstructed eye fell over you, looking up and down over your body as his mischievous smile reappeared. âIt felt fitting.â
âHow so?â You blinked, confused as to what he meant.
âSweet, decadent and hot; whatâs there not to like? I meanââ he leaned in over his arm to kiss you, feather-light. Then, he hummed as he pulled back. âIt is an absolutely divine combination.â
Your cheeks burned up for what felt like the millionth time that evening, and you could not dare keep looking at him as he stared down at you with that innate hunger. That kind that could only be filled with one thing, and it just so happened to have wholly exhausted you.Â
âIs this still all part of that special of yours?â
To this, Sanji shrugged, âDepends.â
âOn what?â
âOn how long you want to keep me around.â He scraped some leftover mousse from his plate, licking it off his fork.
âI think for a while,â you admitted. Yeah, you definitely hadnât had enough of him yet.Â
âWell, then thereâs so much more I can do for you, madame.â
the end
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Kinknuary Day 13: Uniform Kink
Pairing: NewJeans Hanni x Male Reader
Word Count: 5,562
[Kinknuary Masterlist]
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Itâs just another goddamn stressful day that youâll be tackling and you just canât wait for it to end. Even teaching a class full of boisterous students sends you into a hellhole of utter stress and dismissing them is such a sigh of reliefâyou still show empathy and enthusiasm to teach and make them learn new things but there are just times where itâs really unbearable but you fight through it, following your moral code of conduct.
Yet one student stood out from the rest, not really because of her academic performance (in which she is already doing decently great) but, in the way she dressed that literally doesnât follow the campusâ dress code.
As sheâs about to leave and get her bangs packed and ready, you suddenly called out her name in a formal manner as you caught her attention off-guard. Of course, she rolls her eyes in subtle annoyance as her friends opted to just wait for her onto the campusâ canteen and Hanni agrees on that and averted her attention towards you.
âWhat is it, professor?â Hanni asks you with little-to-no-interest as wants this to end as quickly as possible as she has more endeavors to be in with.
âMs. Pham, I would like to talk about something that Iâm pretty sure youâre aware of.â Your stern demeanor intimidates Hanni as the presence of gravitas within you makes her feel a hint of nervousness, unsure on what you may talk about.
âI donât seem to know what youâre talking about, professor?â She seems to not be cognizant about what youâre talking about as thereâs multiple reasons on why you may call her out. It may seem sincere but she may act oblivious just to trick you but you could never be so sure, so you enlightened her with a fact. âDonât you see what youâre wearing, Ms. Pham? Donât you see that it definitely doesnât follow the dress code of the schoolâs regulations.â
âOh, I guess Iâm sorry, professor. I donât know anything about this regulation-thingy and what are you going to do about this, hm, strip it out of me, professor?â
God, this girlâPham Hanni, yes, this girl is not the girl you donât want to deal with. Everybody knows how bratty and stubborn she can get whenever sheâs being disciplined and snapped back to her place, despite her bubbly and friendly attitude. With that iron wall thatâs strong within her, you want to teach her a lesson and break it despite the possible risks and you might need to even take it a step further than the most primitive ways of disciplining students.
You let out a deep sight as silence ensues and then, you slammed hard on the desk and gave her a cold, stern gaze that startled and scared Hanni. âDonât you dare talk to your professor this way, Ms. Pham Hanniâand I know youâre not this oblivious to not know about the schoolâs rules and regulations, donât you?â
And as much as youâre having the higher authority right now, Hanni herself didnât back down without a fight and rather provoked your inner fire that you didnât absolutely like but your patience is staying stronger than steel, fighting through her stubborn behavior. It became continuous that the both of you are starting to argue like little kids but you still maintain your composition yet Hanniâs erupting like a volcano gone rogue right now and thereâs one thing to deal with this, moreso, privately.
âThen why does it matter so much for you, professor? Just say the words and Iââ
âGo to my office now, Pham Hanni.â You interrupted her with a single sentence as her heart dropped massively as fear now emanated on her eyes, as she never saw you this serious before. As much as she wants to complain or retaliate, she doesnât want to get in any trouble or escalate this situation further so, without any choice, she packed her things and went to your office with you, of courseâyou need to guard her since she might immediately escape and catch you off-guard, unprepared and you donât want that to happen.
Once youâve reached your office, you offer her a seat as you turn on the lights and sit on your chair, ready to further talk about her annoying and frustrating behavior.
âProfessor, if itâs just another dumb talk about my bitchy behavââ
âCan you just stay quiet, please?â You retort in response with her talkative antics that made you boil in anger and immediately, Hanni shuts her mouth silent and gulps nervously. âYou are being a nuisance to a lotâlet me repeat it again for you, a lot of professors, whether itâs your stubbornness or you just being incapable of following such simple instructions and being selfish, itâs getting out of hand.â You blow a deep breath as youâre about to tame a beast like Hanni as youâre preparing for another pointless hindrance that further makes everything go down into flames.Â
Youâre just as puzzled as most of the people that knew her and you hate that one thing that really shows how much the professors despise herâher bratty attitude that will never fade as the boys around her fall in love with that and itâs just something wrong. As much as you donât like her not following the dress code the school has implemented, you canât lie and dive into your hypocrisy with the beauty that lies within her because of her aesthetically hot school uniform outfit. Of course, you wonât let your intrusive thoughts win and remain composed throughout the time being of disciplining her and making her snap back to her roots.
Yet you have a single trick up your sleeve whenever this gets out of hand, and youâre just holding onto this for a while, testing your patience.
âWe donât know what to do anymore with you so a little cooperation will be appreciated if you will justââ
âBut hereâs the thing, professorââ Hanni pushes the chair a little back, before standing and giving you a subtle smirk in aims to lower down your guard. ââat the end of the day, itâs not going to harm anyone and you canât do anything with it, hah.â
âHanni, itâs not just thatâitâs all about the discipline and the control of yourââ
âOh, stop it, professorââ Hanni walks towards you as your senses heightened, absolutely flummoxed with her eager movements towards you as sheâs obviously seducing you into making you fall down her spell. ââdonât tell me you donât like how pretty I look in this outfit.â
In all means, sheâs goddamn right and thereâs no way on earth you would say a no but of course, youâre fighting the urge of your primal desires as you brush her approaching advancements to lure you in, retaliating and further wanting Hanni to back down even though you know that sheâll just advance without anyone to stop her.
âStop this madness, Pham Hanniâyouâre not going toââ
âIâm absolutely in this, professorâstop being a hypocrite and tell me how pretty I look with this uniform.â
Itâs her accent and her saccharine voice that further doesnât help with your defensive state against her unstoppable will. You canât lie how perfectly beautiful she looks in this possibly-cursed uniform as every inch ultimately highlights her slender waist, her beautiful thighs and her perky mounds and you hate it. Maybe, she dressed like this for a purpose but youâre not so sure and youâre running out of time before you unshackle everything that has been caged for so long.
Knowing that hypocrisy is such utter bullshit, you finally give in a little as you start to stutter and mutter such complimentary words that Hanni catches her ears on it.
âYou l-look good in this outfit, Hanniânot going to lie with you. Your curves, your thighs, itâs just perfect for you.â
Hanni finally smiles widely with her eyes drawing such crescent moons, emanating her cuteness towards you. Sheâs delighted to hear your sincere takes on her outfit and decided to take it a step further than ever before. Hanni then closes towards you as her hands palmed your chest, the warmth of it making you overwhelmed and excited as your heart races its beat like itâs catching something.
âI guess you want something to deal with this, right, professor? And donât you dare say no becauseââ Hanni looks at your eyes endearingly with aims to further lure you onto her spell as her thick Australian accent followed by her sweet voice seduces you further, ââI can see in your eyes, professorâyour pretty, black eyes says it allâŚâ She further puts gasoline on the flames as she caresses her hands slowly on your chest, making you feel the affection and sincerity of Hanniâs eyes and because of your clever mind, you knew exactly where this is going as you fully gave in to your animalistic urges and broke apart your stern, teacher-like persona.
âI do want you, Hanni. I canât believe Iâm saying this but youâre so goddamn pretty and hot.â You took some quick peeks on her impeccable features as she saw this, smiling at the fact that youâre admiring her scrumptious body and her pretty face.
âI know professorâyouâre hot and pretty handsome too. You donât know this butââ Hanni tiptoes as you slightly slouch in order for her to be in level with you as she whispers in your ear, ââI had a crush on you for a long time now, professor.â
This may sound unorthodox for you but you feel your heart beating triple its normal rate, finding Hanniâs advances wholesome and flustering. It may sound wrong as you want to unhear what Hanni just said but you canât help yourself with your own desires and even wanting more. Knowing that Hanniâs touches are getting bolder enough for you to act up, you gently push her hands off on your chest as she pouts cutely, dejected with your retaliating advances yet she doesnât give up, at her watch.
âHanniâwe canât be doing this. This is just wrong, Iâm sorryââ
âBut professorââ Hanni lays down onto the couch as she displays herself in front of you and all you can see is an angel getting ready to be sullied. ââdonât you wanna think of something else? Like, kissing me, making me rile up or just ruining me with this goddamn uniform? Come on professor, make a girl worth her whileâŚâ
With your own desires taking over you, you canât be bothered to really make yours unattended as her primal calls make up for your time as you were lured by her own devilish remarks. You pin her down at the couch as she yelped in response, feeling a little shocked with your aggressive actions but she never wanted you to break the heated atmosphere that has been building up as she grabbed your collar and kissed you intimately.
This is totally wrongâyou said to yourself but you didnât care anymore, not when Hanniâs plump, luscious lips are in contact with yours, sharing such an intimate kiss as the both of you find yourselves even indulging deeper and not wanting to end this so soon but speak of the devil, Hanni pulls out of the latch of your lips as she looks at you with need in her eyes. Canât seem to really contain yourself anymore because of such a hot scene, you thought of something that will change the course of this session and will start things off incredibly well.
âGet on your knees, Hanni. Iâll probably assume you know where this will go, right?â
Getting up on the couch, Hanni eagerly obliged to your request as she knelt down in front of you with her eyebrows furrowed, a little nervous about what you may have in store. Hanni knows what youâre coming up with but she just wants everything to be confirmed by you so she didnât hesitate to ask you about it. âAre you s-sure about this, professor?â
âYes, HanniâI am more than sure. Besides, no one will know any of this and have no secret cameras installed here anyways. Now, do your thing and impress me.â
Your tone makes her heart drop as the heat makes everything intense as your stern face intimidates her but it didnât bother her to start her own service. Her hands trembled a bit but she didnât care as she continued unbuckling your belt and then unbuttoning your pants as you mildly groan due to her hurried actions as her touch feels enchanting, the hotness rivaling the cold air that had permeated around the room. Even with the possible uneasiness laced in every move she does when sheâs stripping you, you canât help but be in awe of how she���s genuinely interested in what sheâs doing as the lust and anticipation glistens on her dark orbs.
âHave you done this before, Hanni?â
Hanni, still busy with her current activity, takes a second before she could respond as she looks at your eyes endearingly and mutters, âNot really, professorâjust on my toys though, so I had some little practice at my end.â
You scoff as you were shocked by Hanniâs dirty, little secret but you didnât take it as a joke or way too seriouslyâitâs just great that she had experienced it with even a silicon toy but now, sheâll be trying the real thing and itâs just going to be better than this. Now, with your last defense left before her grand treasure, Hanni didnât waste any time and let the feral beast inside you be unshackled from its frustrating restraints and god, Hanniâs eyes lit in awe and amazement as she gets her first treatment and a sight of such a beautiful, perfect cock.
âProfessorâit looks good and thick. It feels so warm and nice on my hand tooâwoahh...âYou can see how adventurous and how new Hanni is in these kinds of things as sheâs just in full-admiration of your entire length now all for her to taste and use. You want to show some mercy with Hanni, even with her bitchy attitude that makes you want to teach her lesson, youâd still keep the feral beast inside you for now as you donât want yourself to grow impatient, reminding Hanni on what to really do.
âShow me what those plump lips can do, Hanniâshow me what theyâre really made of.â
âYes, professorâŚâ With no time to waste, her soft flesh meets your engorged tip as she sends multiple pecks onto it, from your tip down to the base her actions immediately send waves of pleasure and it's a pandemonium of delight. Sudden surge of pleasure does course down your veins and you canât help but let out moans that screams volumes of peak delight and gratification with the incredible work of Hanniâs lips marking every inch of your shaft with her touch and sheâs barely even doing anything on your cock yet.Â
Well, you didnât need to imagine anymore nor Hanni as she envelops her soft lips all over your tip, just pushing it almost the frenulum as she eagerly bobs her head and sucked onto your length like itâs favorite popsicle. With you sitting onto the couch, you may think that Hanniâs struggling a little due to the position but she shows no signs of it as she continues her masterclass of an incredible display of her talented mouth doing wonder all over your length. She definitely knows how to suck a damn cock like yours, even if she said she hasn't had a real one and just done it with her toys makes you think if sheâs lying on her teeth but you didnât mind it as you let do an incredible job between your legs. Inevitably, saliva seeps out at the side of her mouth and onto her chin due to her furious bobbing as it stains the couch and makes it a little wetâadds to the element of a messy, sloppy, and most of all, a great blowjob session.
With now taking more than half of your length everytime she thrusts her mouth on your cock, a gag can be heard resonating around the room as itâs bound to make your arousal soar higher than the heavens, and it absolutely did. She didnât stop sucking you, moreso, even pull out quickly enough to catch her breath as she gives you the best she could deliver as sheâs totally serving the dish hotter than what you expected, all of the elements coming all together in aims to reach a single goal: to make you stimulated enough to blow a healthy, thick load. With her furious bobbing onto your constantly throbbing penis, you grabbed her blonde-highlighted dark streaks as an outlet to fight the constant pleasure youâre experiencing and wanting yourself to give her a treat, you caught her off-guard by simple forcing your entire length down her throat as it hits the back of it, activating her gag reflex and immediately, she forced out of your saliva-sheathed member as she catches her breath in response.
âWhaâWhat w-was that professor?â
âI just wanted to feel your entire throat and if you can take it whole, Hanniâgo on and continueâŚâ
Hanni throwed a slight glare because of your sudden harsh actions towards her but she brushed it off immediately and got back onto sucking your raging length again. This time, it was better considering how she locks eye contact with you periodically, more often that earlier and with a new and a better addition, Hanniâs dainty fingers finding its way to fondle your balls for further stimulation as it became so frequent that you increase the quality and also the volume of your moans and that alone sends Hanni onto a better task at making your brain go haywire.
Thereâs is no absolute way that this can get any betterâHanni bobbing her up and down furiously as she gags every time she does it, saliva seeping out her mouth and staining the vicinity around her lips, her tears and makeup getting ruined because of her own harsh doings against your length, and the peak of the iceberg is herself in her uniforms which turns you on so fucking muchâand thereâs nothing you can ask for at this moment. Her pace is just getting ridiculous at this point that itâs all going to get out of hand soon because youâre feeling the familiar sensation growing up in your loins as you have more plans ahead for this girl as the both of you are just starting.
Well, you never knew that a girl in her uniform would make such a blowjob session thrice as hot as youâve ever thought about and maybe, you just found yourself a new fetish.
âS-Stop, HanniâŚâ Your pleas fall deaf onto her ears as the sounds of her constant slurping and her sheer focus on sucking you off makes off a wall to refrain herself from any distraction. Gathering up more strength, you raise your voice in hope for her to hear you as you can feel yourself going near that high youâve been waiting for but you donât want it deep down her throat.
âI said stop, Pham Hanni!â
Fear took over her as sheâs startled and afraid with your tone, immediately stopping and pulling out of your drool-lathered, throbbing length as connections of saliva were evident.
âDid I d-do something wrong, p-professor?â You could feel the fright laced between her words as felt bad and guilty with it, so you reassured her in the nicest way possible as you donât want this to end so quickly and anti-climactic.
âNoâI want my load to be deep in your pussy because girls like you donât deserve a load deep down their slutty throatsâŚâ
âB-But I deserved it!â
âI wonât repeat myself, Hanni.â
Youâre not wrong, by any means. If she misbehaved so badly and acted like an unbearable brat earlier, then itâs just fair making her be deprived of your seed. You commanded her to stand up as she did so, and you helped her with that and not so long after, you ordered her again to bend herself over, her hands palmed all over the wall as she gave out an excited look, Hanni anticipating what you may still have in store up your sleeve.
âDo you w-want me to strip off m-my clothing?â Like your growing fetish onto hot and petite girls in uniforms, you canât be bothered to see her naked as two brilliant things are the reasons: one, sheâs still within the schoolâs premises as you donât want her to be utterly ruined and naked when the both of you are done and two, you really want to sully her with her uniforms on as itâs such an arousing sight to see her curvature and her impeccable features being complimented by her uniform. With this conclusion, you came up with a single reasoning and replied to herâ
âNo, I want your uniform stayed onâyouâll look better ruined with those on and look too great on that.â
Hearing this, Hanniâs lips curled up a smirk as she knew how to really turn you on right from the start. She knows her captivating and alluring aura will send down your defenses and will break your stern persona as a professor and given the fact that her in a uniform turns you on even more than what she expected, makes everything better and more arousing. Now, with her unparalleled pleas of needs towards you, you canât help but feel yourself inching closer towards a heavenly route towards your own sinâand youâre about to take such a bold risk that will define your limits and Hanniâs and itâs all about to break down. With her petite and slender figure bent over and ready for taking, you take a moment to admire her plump cheeks and her beautifully sculpted thighs that itâs in the right amount of thickness. You caress your palm over it as your fingers slowly run over the hem of her white-laced panties, stretching it out a little in order to tease her and not for long, your deftly swiped it down to her ankles as you were met with her glistening, needy cunt thatâs already dripping and you donât know when it started.
With that desired treasure within your reach, youâre in no state to not dive into it yet your conscience fights with you but you manage to calm it down as you fully indulge on your own needs and immediately, you plunge your length in her with a harsh grip on her thighs as a leverage and god, her moans are basically the purest and the most erotic sound youâve ever heard in your entire lifeâsuch sultriness and sweetness behind her lustful needs makes it such a great symphony to listen as rhapsodies of her delighted feelings escapes her mouth, further muttering such lovely moans that greatly fueled your lust over her.
You know this is wrongâso besmirching yet youâre at the point of no-return and just finding yourself being lured deeply into the abyss of your primal desires.
âGodâp-professorâyour cockâoh, itâs so big and n-nice up my tight, l-little cunt!â
âYouâre t-tight as fuck too, Hanniâlet me guess thoughââ You then inch closer towards her ear and fixed her hair as some of it falls back onto the other side as you muttered, ââyouâve tried shoving up your toys in this tight pussy, isnât it?â
Hanniâs already at her vulnerable point as she canât think of any articulate response rather than moaning in need yet she manages to fight through it, uttering a reply before she can let out her lustful profanities again. âY-Yesâyes, professor! I l-love playing w-with my toys thatâs whyâfuck, so good!â
As you ensue such powerful yet slow thrusts, Hanni canât help but voice out her satisfaction each time you do it as her thighs jiggling in response to your harsh movements is bringing you into a hypnotic trance. With her delectable buttcheeks being a victim of such vibrations due to your constant ramming of her cunt and with that such, you gave her a single spank that reverberated around the room and Hanni herself cried in intense pleasure because of it. With such an incredibly hot sight of Hanni in her uniform, getting railed from behind, you canât help but make yourself unable to maintain the pace even if you wanted it slow with Hanni and you didnât last long and gave in to your primal instincts and let your hips do the work.
Your new profound pace makes Hanni writhe as her fist forms tight curls from the constant course of pleasure running down her veins, making her stimulated enough to drip around your ravaging member and onto the floor, staining it with her own succulent juices. Your hands now averted its attention towards her shoulders and then her perky mounds in which you slowly groped, and fondled them carefully while still maintaining a breakneck pace thatâs been forming such heavenly clouds of gratification that makes the best for both worlds. She lets out a series of satisfied moans, but this time, itâs more sultry and more of a whimper in your words as your intimate actions brings her closer onto her own promised land.
âOh fuckâprofessor! P-Please k-keep doingâfuck, ahhâthat!!â
It was the same words uttered earlier and until now, and youâll never get tired of it and will even make her a ruined mess that can only moan such lifeless syllables full of lust. With your relentless pace and such stimulating actions onto her small mounds, you further make it worth her while as you kiss her nape and suckled onto the porcelain skin, making her feel cherished and treasured as itâs all just becoming too much for Hanni that sheâs unable to control herself, vulnerable on writhing unstoppably as the quivering of thighs would be a reasonable evidence to start with.
If this is what Hanni wanted at the very start, then sheâll get what she wantedânot because she solely deserved this, yet.
âIs this what you wanted, hm, Hanni? You really decided to dress like this to lure me inâwell, you fucking got it becauseââ You keep fucking her steady as she cries from the stimulating actions your hips has been oscillating as her tumultuous mouth letting out the most lustful profanities are coming into a halt. ââIâll destroy this pussy and fill you up like a good fucking girl and to teach you a fucking lesson!â
With the venom laced being thrown at her, unlocking the pure devilish deeds in you and putting your merciful façade onto its unfortunate demise, you let yourself be unshackled from the restraints youâve been cursing yourself onto and rammed her tight, wet cunt like thereâs no tomorrow. You gave her nothing but a lightning pace as each thrust aims to break her in half, teaching her a lesson and as the cherry on top, to fuck that living bratty and bitchy attitude out of her. Now grabbing the tie that has been an absolute iconic element of her outfit, you used it as a collar for a leverage to further fuck her into oblivion and with this pace, it isnât going to be long before Hanni meets the end of the line, setting herself up to the top step of absolute lust and peak quality of pleasureâthe long-awaited orgasmic trance of Hanni.
You know how close she is with the constant pulsations of her pussy around your ravaging length as you muster up the fastest pace your hips can do just to chase her orgasm further and with an ear-screeching scream of ecstasy, she announces her anticipated high.
âOh godâIâm g-gonnaâfuckâgonna cum on y-your cock, professor! Holy shâshit!â
âDo it, Pham Hanniâcum on my cock like a good, pretty girl.â
With the last string of her defense now cut down, streams and streams of her nectar flow around your cock as she catches her breath everytime she lets out rounds of such an intense orgasmic high. You didnât stop your thrusts though, yet you slow down to give her a breather but she looks back at you, wanting you to fully ravage her tight cunt even with her current state. Marking that as a green, you further resume your frantic pace as the wet squelching of her pussy and the constant clashing of both your drenched bodies became an arousing sound to hear as it draws you further to your own peak, inching it closer yet you fight it in order to savor the tight feeling and an ecstatic clenching of her velvety walls around your throbbing shaft. You support Hanni with your muscular arms as you can see how her orgasm depleted a chunk of her energy as her hands became weak, unable to full grip onto the walls as she just became a lifeless form capable of just uttering the most erotic syllables known to man and god, itâs even drawing you closer to the edge as it stimulates you into oblivion, and canât draw back.
Chasing your own high as you want it as soon as possible, you use her body like you have something to prove to her as you train her with the aims to derive the best pleasure out of it and Hanniâs, too. Even with the orgasm-drunken state of Hanni, sheâs able to encourage you to further release in her as she wiggles her bubble butt leisurely, wanting to get off yourself too as her voice captivates you and lures you deep on your darkest, lustful desires.
âCome o-on, professorâuse m-my cunt and cum i-in meâplease, I w-want it! Iâm s-safe so you donât need t-to worryâahhâa-about me!â
Your eyebrows furrowed, reluctant with that approach that you may do the unthinkable but yet find yourself thrusting harder and faster, âAre y-you sure, Hanni?â
âYes! Yes, p-professorâso please, I w-want your load d-deep inside meâŚâ
With Hanniâs reassurance and her further encouragement for your long-awaited release, you trust her as you give her wet, tight walls the final thrusts it deserves as she constantly clenches with your pace, unable to control herself from it as you gave in.
âGodâIâm gonna cum so hard in you, Pham Hanni!â
And then, your final blow decimates the last standing defense within you as your euphorically groaned and shoot spurts and spurts of your treasured load deep inside her cunt as you bury your whole length in her, in aims to fill her up to the womb as she lets out such ecstatic moans with the warmth inside her painting every inch of her walls white with your seed. Your initial response after a mind-bending orgasm that lasted for like fifteen seconds is to pull out slowly and admire the creamy mess you made inside her emanating heat, as the both of you let out such exasperated breaths after a steamy session that no one can possibly top off. Hanni becomes weak as her legs got a little wobbly from your aggressive actions, sitting down slowly at the floor and recovering herself from the earlier euphoric trance and so did you, letting your cock soften as it twitches in need but you didnât mind anything and take some time to recover.
âOh myâyou came so much in me, professorâŚâ Hanni lightly laughs as itâs contagious, laughing with her and smiling right after, knowing how satisfied she is as much as you did.
âYou tooâI could literally feel a faucet leaking out of me when you came.â Hanni blushes from your reply as her hands come down to the hem of her panties, pulling it up as some of your semen leaked out and stained her thighs.
Awkward silence ensues right after as both parties slowly descend into recovery, catching breaths and reminiscingâmaybe comprehending tooâsuch remarkable moments throughout the intense session of such intimate sex.Â
âOh goshâwell, y-you proved your point already, professor.â Your face paints a confused one as you vaguely remember what she could be talking about.
âOf what, Hanni.â
âOf teaching me a lesson, professor. Would definitely follow your orders from now on.â
You faintly smile from her possibly sarcastic ways of a response of your âdisciplineâ but you can sense the sincerity deep within her despite her unfathomable attitude.
âYou know, we should clean up and fix ourselves, Hanni.âÂ
The both of you then hurriedly got up as you helped Hanni since her legs are weaker right now (but itâs in a state where she can still walk) thanks to your constant ramming at her cunt for like umpteenth times. The both of you fix yourselves and become more presentable and as sheâs about to leave, you chat with her for a short while and then waved goodbye at each other but now, both of your faces emanate delight and comfort.
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As Hanni is walking her way down towards her friends who've been waiting for forever, probably in the schoolâs canteen, she notices a small note stitched onto her backpack that says, âThanks for that, Hanni. Iâll be calling you later for something⌠:)â
Knowing that itâs from you, she canât help but smile as it went all troublesome but in the end, it all fell down onto curiosity and possibly, a stronger connection.
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Here's one of the better ideas I've had in a hot minute that I forgot about for a couple of days (it appeared when I was trying to fall asleep and I thought about it so good I slept really hard and it disappeared until this morning)
Combining fantasy and modern day
Price, Soap, and Gaz are still the 141 and are still SAS and still highly skilled soldiers. It's still a modern military for them, and everything is just about the same.
The fantasy element comes with assassins.
There's a worldwide understanding basically that any country, place, person, what have you, can hire an assassin for whatever purpose. They're kind of an independent, neutral organization that regulates how much an individual should be making based on the task they're being asked to do (assassins but if they unionized)
But they're not called an assassin
They're Reapers.
Unnamed ghouls of darkness that leave behind a trail of bodies everywhere they go.
Its a dangerous job, one that's short lived and where one dies unknown and uncared for. It's why seniority ranks so high for Reapers, and usually the senior a Reaper, the more notorious they've become. The most notorious Reapers get named, not only by other Reapers, but by the world. But these are few and far between.
The most notorious was named Grimm. It's presumed he was the first Reaper and the most successful. He had a whopping thirty year long career, and an impressive number of confirmed kills.
Then there's Plague, War, Shadow, and Oni. *yall see the vision?*
All Reapers wear dark, more form fitting clothes. Perfect to blend in and move around undetected. The named ones get ornate masks, still made of dark colors to blend in, but an image that imprints on people that are lucky to survive.
But then there's Ghost. The only Reaper to wear white. The saying there is "when you're so good at your job, what's the point in following the dress code?"
He has a decent career now of ten years. In his early two years, he was the laughingstock of Reapers. A Reaper who wears white? Surely I'll see him coming!
But it's how he earned his name faster than any other named Reaper. After just two years, people quickly realized the white mask didn't make a difference. He was lethality personified. He was there and then he wasn't, like a ghost. There's definitely some play about ghosts always being portrayed as white sheets with holes in them.
But Reapers have a bit of power in their own to choose who they worked for, what they do, and for how much.
Reapers could place bids on anyone/thing asking for assistance from one of them. The actual bidding process is unknown to any organization that isn't a Reaper, and being bid on isn't always a good thing. Sometimes it means Reapers want to take YOU out, and they're competing to see who gets the honors. Seniority and notoriety gave bonus "points" to the bids, and named Reapers usually won everything they bid on because of those extra points gained: and usually just because of those extra points *wink wink*
Task Force 141 is stuck dealing with a massive terrorist network and they're having trouble taking out many of their targets.
So against what is considered ethical, they make the announcement they're looking for a Reaper.
And the bids started off high. Most Reapers only bid to be the one so they could see how high the numbers got.
Laswell is the one fortunate enough to inform the boys when the bid closes and they get their Reaper. It's an official message from an unknown origin, impossible to trace. It details how big of a deal this particular bid was for the Reapers, and Laswell shares it with the team.
Their Reaper won by a landslide, Laswell informs. She tells them how even just base bid points, excluding any seniority and notoriety points, the Reaper had outbid the next one by over a thousand points. The bonus points accumulated another 10,000.
And they're all sitting there in shock, cause holy shit, who would bid that high in the first place and who has that much in bonus points????
The message Laswell got?
"Congrats. Your bid broke records, with the winner's base bid being over a thousand points higher than the next. This excludes the ten thousand in points earned from seniority and notoriety. Ghost will dictate the price at his arrival. Best of luck."
A rather shocking way to learn that The Ghost had bid so high on their little team's efforts.
The reason he bid so high, you may be wondering?
Well he wasn't about to let any other Reaper work for his husband, now was he?
Of course, poor Soap MacTavish is in for a world of surprise when he learns his quiet husband Simon Riley is the most notorious Reaper to date.
I have a couple little sneak peek ideas brewing for anyone that wants to ask. I'm just gonna let this settle first đ
#simon ghost riley#soapghost#john soap mactavish#call of duty#cod au#I need title suggestions#I think I have one but I'm not that big of a fan of it
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[âAs history has shown, and as I was at the time experiencing, a strap-on can be sexy, but it can also be a failure and a threat. It draws attention to how contradictory and fragile our definitions of male and female are, and how tightly we cling to them, even in relationships between women, where gender and sexuality are more flexible.
I think itâs important to look at how this played out, not just in the history of straight men policing lesbians but in the lesbian community policing itself. In the 1940s and 50s a bar scene began to develop in cities across the country, marking the first time when lesbians, particularly working-class ones, gathered publicly and in large numbers. During this time a butch/femme culture developed that included strict codes of dress and behavior both in and outside the bedroom. Butch women slicked back their hair, wore suits and jeans, and were, generally, the âgiversâ of sexual pleasure. Femme women wore dresses and makeup and were the âreceiversâ of sexual pleasure. In some ways, this culture was liberating, as it represented a powerful, cohesive group aesthetic and safety in numbers. Especially for women who actually identified as butch, it was also a chance to finally adopt masculine dress without being seen as failed or dangerous but rather as sexy and loveable. For others this culture was a trap, pushing women into restrictive sex and gender roles in the same ways heterosexuality had. It is by no means the only lesbian aesthetic, but I think part of the reason it has stuck around for so long in the popular imagination as the way lesbians are is because it allows straight people to again see themselves as the center of the sexual world.
In either case, strap-ons were not widely used, or at least not talked about. In Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold, a book that documents the lives of Black and white lesbians in Buffalo, there is a pretty exhaustive set of interviews about sex acts and terminology, but no one mentions owning, liking, or even trying sex with a strap-on. Indeed, the one mention of a dildo is one of bewilderment as Vic, a self-identified butch, talks about her friend pulling her into the bathroom to show her the new strap-on she got. âJesus, she whipped this thing out . . . Iâm supposed to be butch and my face felt like a neon sign. I could feel the embarrassment. How do you admire a dildo? No seriously, what do you say?â
Butches in the book took great pride âin their own hands and their ability to please,â which âdid not dispose them to think that a dildo would improve their lovemaking.â Itâs interesting that they considered the dildo less potent and successful than hands. This could be read as displacing the power of the dick, but, coupled with the silence surrounding strap-on use, it also points to a greater fear about the lesbian body. How regulated and small it had to be to exist. How easily it could be diminished by something outside itself, or destroyed altogether.
In the lesbian radical feminist movement of the 1960s and 70s, there was also a great deal of attention focused on creating distance from dicks. Jill Johnston argued in A Lesbian Nation that the only true road to female liberation was the conscious âwithdrawal at every level from the man to develop woman supremacy.â This meant that not only butch/femme dynamics but also penetrative sex were out. Anne Koedt developed the theory that the vaginal orgasm was a myth perpetrated by Freud in order to center male sexual desire for penetration, though her evidence for this was a study done by Kinseyâa manâthat found the vagina was not particularly sensitive to touch. True orgasms, Koedt argued, only came from the clitorisâeven though she interestingly also called the clit âthe female equivalent of the penisââso if women wanted to have enjoyable sex there was no need for penetration, only clitoral stimulation. Andrea Dworkin went so far as to call the penis âa hidden symbol of terrorâ and argued that âviolence is male, the male is the penis.â
Dorothy Allison writes about the effects this had on herself and other lesbians at the time. âNo one admitted to using dildos, wanting to be tied up, wanting to be penetrated, or talking dirtyâall that male stuff . . . my lover wanted us to perform tribadism, stare into each otherâs eyes, and orgasm simultaneously. Egalitarian, female, feminist, revolutionary.â In attempting to free themselves from the penis, in many ways radical lesbians ended up reinscribing the power of the dick and sacrificing the range of sexual pleasure they could experience in the process.
In a counter to this, the lesbian sexual outlaws of the 1970s, 80s, and 90s argued that dildos were actually great, not problematic, but primarily because they didnât reference the penis at all. Some even argued that wearing a dildo turns a woman into a cyborg, not woman, man, or even human, just a body involved in the mechanistic movements of giving and receiving pleasure. While there is something freeing about this argument, as it gets us out from under the idea that we canât talk about strap-ons and that a woman wearing a strap-on is only trying to make up for a never-ending lack, it still bypasses the sticky, complicated reality of the gendered/human world we live in and the simple fact that sometimes lesbians want strap-ons to look like penises.
All of this begs the question: can a dyke wear a dick and just have some damn fun?â]
amy gall, from my dick, your dick, our dick, from wanting: women writing about desire, 2023
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nsfw below cut. (cw: bimbo yuu, implied fem yuu/no pronouns, dubcon probably, implied dumbification?, i think? idk i didn't feel like writing an entire sex scene, if y'all are good little followers and ask fuckin nicely you'll get a part two ig.)
in love with the idea of being like. bimbocore. around riddle mcfucking rosehearts. do you even understand okay okay okay shuddup
riddle fucking hates you at first. not like, hates you hates you, but you're the antithesis of everything he was raised to be: smart, talented, modest, gentlemanly and polite. but you? you're ditzy, your grades are horrendous, you're immodest and vulgar, and you're still fucking insanely hot. that's what he hates. he hates that you're still able to capture his heart, and make his whole body flush.
he hates the way you practically hop into his lap any chance you get. how you dress so far out of the bounds of the uniform it's not even funny. that skirt cannot be up to dress code regulations! and for seven's sake, button up your shirt. it's distracting...
the way you lick pastry cream from your lips or fingers at every unbirthday party, staring at him. he knows you know what you're doing him. the dumb little giggles you let out when he lectures you.
"just because you're not from this universe doesn't mean you can skim by in class. you need to be tutored, prefect! as a housewarden, you cannot fail! being pretty doesn't guarantee you a career."
"heheh, you think i'm pretty?~" you reply in that same sing-song voice every time. the same voice you call his name with, hugging him close to your tits, where he can smell your overly-sweet perfume, and sevens what he wouldn't give to stay there.
he's made up his mind. he's had enough of your teasing, your flirty bedroom eyes from across the lecture hall, the way your hands brush against his face and arms so casually, the way he just cannot look you in the eyes for too long without feeling the blood in his brain shoot somewhere-fucking-else. you're flunking. as a prefect of night raven college, he can't let this slide. you could get expelled, and then where would you go? he's sitting you down for a tutoring session.
a tutoring session that winds up in you feeling stupider than ever in his presence. he's wondering aloud how you can possibly be this dumb, how you could be so absorbed in anything other than your studies, so invested in sexual innuendo and dressing to attract attention.
"is that truly what you do in your free time? sleep around and flirt with every boy you meet here? is this fun for you, watching how angry you make me?"
he's beyond frustrated, nigh on shouting, when he realizes he's got you backed up against the table...
....and he snaps, pushing you face down onto the table and nipping along your neck. he shoves his gloved fingers into your mouth to silence your sudden noises. you can feel his leg slipping between your own, pressing against your heat, and you push yourself against him. he hums, and you can tell he's grinning that mean smirk behind you.
"you can make it up to me, rose. even you aren't so dumb that you can't follow orders, right?"
#secret stash#riddle rosehearts#twisted wonderland#twst#not a request#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader smut#riddle rosehearts smut#mdni#dumbification#bimboification#dub con#dubious consent
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Negotiation
IZ*ONE's Kang Hyewon x Male Reader Smut
4,491 words
Categories | daddy kink, power dynamics, titjob
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It's your usual route, to be completely clear: circling up all the newbies, clearing out the incompetents and training those who had more than a pocketful of potential. It's your job, it's what you're paid to do. So if anyone dared question your bond with any of the trainees, they can complain about it to your face, and not in the form of scattered whisperings throughout office cubicles.
Your intentions are wholly pure. You swear on your mother's life. You'd pull the typical blame-it-on-the-femme-fatale thing with this girl, but you know it's somehow your fault, too: whatever might happen. She can't bear all the weight of the sin.Â
You don't think sin is supposed to look this good, though.
"Sir," she says, perfect curled lashes fluttering with no ill intent at all. She's innocence, pureness, angelicnessâall compiled and composed into one beautiful young girl. "Good afternoon. My name is Kang Hyewon; I'm more than eager to do my best for you."
In what way? you're tempted to ask. But then those exact words tumble from your mouth, and you're pretty sure you've fucked it all up. You, in your holier-than-thou suit and tie, asking something so suggestive to an innocent girl like her? Outrageous, that's what it is; scandalous, too. You could get fired for it.
However, it's as if she expected itâshe leans forward, offering you a show of plentiful cleavage that breaks several dress code regulations and ethical rules, with a soft, rare smile.Â
"However you want me, sir," she says sweetly. Resting her chin on her hand, the smile on her full lips grows wider. "I'll do anything."
"I've heard something like that before, Miss Kang," you say. "Strangely, I've heard it from the same person, too."
"Oh?" Hyewon assumes an innocent naĂŻvety, wide doe eyes almost convincing you of a clean record. "How so?"
See, she's kind of used to that subtly flirty banter. Somewhere in the city of Seoul, in a humble little apartment, she's learning to make money in other ways. By doing it, she needs not travel lengths of distance to a corporate building or spend day after day spell-checking papers. You, having checked backgrounds of probably a billion people and verifying their digital footprint as decent or in-, know all about it. Might have watched a few of it online. Might have done some stuff too.
"You might've fooled Nana and the others, kiddo, but you haven't fooled me," you inform her, offended that you actually have to tell her. You're lowering yourself down to keep up with her one-step-ahead talk. She may be playing dumb, but she knows what she's doing. "I know all about your secret streaming account. Thing is, it probably isn't a secret. You've got thousands of followers on it."
"Can't a girl have a little fun, sir?" asks Hyewon with a giggle. "I was just playing games to pass time."
"'HyemsterKang' ring a bell?"
Hyewon looks up at the ceiling, as if she could find an appropriate answer for your inquiry embedded there. There's none: only a switched-on lamp and a vent.Â
"Hmm," she hums, curled hands supporting her pretty face, "probably. What kind of account is it?"
"There's Twitch, YouTube, you name it. Twitch has the most followers, with over two hundred thousand. It's a surprise no one recognized you when you walked through the front door."
"Why would anyone recognize me? I'm just looking to enhance my skills here."
You're tired already. "Cut the bullshit, Hyewon," you say. Drop all the formalities and workplace language just like that. "You know what kind of videos you make. And, look, you've got to understand that I've got nothing against them, but anothâ"
Hyewon pouts. "Why are you so hot and bothered then, sir?"Â
"Because you can't pretend to be some pure, holy girl here. I would've gotten you on the training course if you didn't lie through your teeth. What we need is honesty, transparency. You can't lie on the job here."
Hyewon seems to consider this. Her eyes lose their glimmer as they look down to your desk. And she looks so⌠sad: her eyes are, as mentioned, downcast, and there's so much more to them than sadness because they hold so many raw emotions of disappointment that make even your heart hurt. Her saddened shoulders lose their sturdy posture.Â
For the first time since she's entered your office, Kang Hyewon looks⌠defeated.
"Does that mean you're not taking me in, sir?" she says after looking up at you again.
"No, and please," stress this with gritted teeth, "don't call me sir."
You've no idea why you feel that way. Many other girls have called you sir, both in a formal and informal setting. There was Kim Minju, whose experience gathered little to no potential, and Yabuki Nako, whose aspiring dream to become your corporate's airline stewardess was a pipe dream due to her petite height.Â
But it feels strange with Hyewon. It's like there's some hidden motive behind it. Whatever it may be, it's surely working.
Hyewon juts out one, plump lip as she rises from her seat. Instantly, your boundary alarms go off. They're blaring like ambulances now, running in purposeless trips around your mind. Interviewees are not supposed to do that. She's crossing the line, so many lines.
What sets more alarms off is her taking a seat in your lap, as if she's always done that before. As if she belongs there.Â
Her slim, tiny body presses up snugly against your frozen one. "What would you rather be called, hm?" she asks. Like a good girl, her hands are folded neatly on her lap, (un)fortunately covered by a gray skirt. "Please, do tell."
"HyewonâŚ"
You try to give her a steady look, try to tell her that it's wrong. But your hands are on her waist, and they subconsciously pull her closer. Damn her and that sexy skirt and blazer.Â
"Mm, your hands feel so good on me," she sighs happily. "It turns me on so much. It makes me feel warm here," she pats the space between her thighs, "and it's all your fault, sir. All your fault."
"You need to be taught a lesson, Kang Hyewon."
"Go on then, daddy." Hyewon's voice drops to a haunting whisper. "I deserve it."
There, you let go of all your morals. The fact that Hyewon's supposed to be your interviewee and you're supposed to play professional with her becomes nonexistent. You've seen what she does on those videos, and now you're eager to see the body she hides so chastely under those uniform clothes.Â
"Bend over."
The obedient Hyewon gets off your lap and lowers herself on the table. Her skirt rises and shows you a lack of even undershorts to save the exposed thong. Her ass cheeks sandwich the thin little thong perfectly.
"Ooh, what's daddy going to do?" she asks eagerly. She wiggles her round butt into your sprawled hand. "Is he going to spank me and make his babygirl count it all?"
"That would be too easy, don't you think?" Groping her, you look hard into her sparkling eyes full of excitement. "Daddy's going to spank you, but you can't make a single sound."
Hyewon whines. "But that's so hard, daddy. Can't you make it easier for Hyem?"Â
"So am I, and no. If I hear you moan, you're not allowed to cum."Â
Merciless is the perfect word to describe you right now. But your mind just rambles with lustful things to do to this sexy little vixenâ(a hamster, if you will, as an ode to her username HyemsterKang, but that sounds less sexy; it doesn't give justice to the seductress that is Kang Hyewon)âand you're eager to perform them ruthlessly.Â
Trail your fingers on her wet pussy lips. You find her clit, and from there, you give it tiny, teasing brushes. Hyewon bites her lip hard, and clings to the table for support. And for a moment that's all there is to it: you rubbing her clit and her grinding her round ass to your fingers. Until:
"Ahh, daddy!"Â
That's one orgasm subtracted from the list. After you slap Hyewon's cheeks with all the might you have, she instantly cries out. You feel her juices dripping on your hand.Â
Hyewon looks back at you. And you realize why her streaming career has done so wellâthat face is made to be ruined. Her scared eyes portray an opposing desire for more, and you can't help but give and give exactly that.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" she whimpers. "I'm sorry!"
Nevertheless, you continue to spank her. Reddened skin blares almost as bright as the office lamp. Her thighs drip with her nectar.Â
You're harsh; your hand's starting to hurt from yout endless slaps on Hyewon's butt. But the pain seems like a small, sideway thought when you're witness to her cheeks bouncing with each blow. When she's holding onto the table like she wants you to go on.Â
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," sobs Hyewon. "Please just spank me like that, treat me like a whore, use meâ"
Your spanks become less and less measuredâone follows the other a little too briskly. If the door weren't locked and the glass made it so any outsider couldn't hear, people would assume you're already fucking her with your brains out. But no, that's just you spanking Hyewon to teach her a lesson, to teach her to be a good girl.
"Fuck, slap my pussy like that!" she yells. Her pants sound hot and eager. "I'm going to cum, oh yes, oh fuck!"
That's your cue to stop. Hyewon doesn't deserve to orgasm yet, not until she's learned her lesson.
"This is so unfair, no," whispers Hyewon disappointedly, turning around with a pout.Â
"Newsflash, Hyewon: the world isn't fair. Nothing is."Â
Slip a finger inside her and her knee-high-clad legs curl around your hand protectively. She's riding on any good thing; she wants nothing more than your cock, and besides that, probably a job, but anything works for now.
Hyewon works herself down on your fingers. "When will I get to cum, daddy?" she asks. "Daddy? Say 'now,' please."
Execute blunt thrusts into her slick pussy, which is an impossibly tight cavern not even the bravest can make it out alive without exploding. Her back curves and she twists at the pleasure. Her delectable little cunt is sweet and closed around you, a newfound temptation to latch on for life, a vice to remember.
But there's also her fantastic chest to look at, doing what you're doing: peeking through the neckline of her blouse, which you just so happen to do as well.Â
"If you give me a feel of those tits," you propose, the way negotiations should go, "maybe I'll let you."
"Ofâ of course, daddy."Â
Hyewon undoes the buttons of her blouse. Like curtains, they part to a wonderful show. This show, though, would have been banned for nudity and corruption (and not in the usual way.)Â
Hyewon's tits are gloriousâthey size up to more than a handful, and have these tiny pink nipples that you'd love to squeeze any time of the day. You're hypnotized by them, in every way possible. You glance at how they rise and fall in coordination with Hyewon's breaths, and the way her nipples perk into the air hard and aroused once the black lacy bra is off. The air-conditioner wind might have had something to do with their state, but you're thankful for both, either-which-way.
"C-careful," begs the young girl, wincing. "They're sensitiveâŚ"
"Is that so? Would it feel good then if I did this?"
"Oh, ohhhh!" Hyewon gasps with a hand over her mouth. Her skin feels boiling hot, but in a strangely good way, when you begin to suck directly on her nipples. "Yes, just like that!"
Her breasts are softer and better than the stress balls your office gave away during mental health seminars. The balls are only good for squeezing and throwing. In Hyewon's case, you can completely release all your stress just by fingerfucking her tiny pussy, and sucking her tits all at the same time. With her, you forget more than your moralsâyou forget about work, your deadlines, your responsibilities. And, needless to say, it's all her fault.
Hyewon can't keep up with the doubled pleasure. She's constantly squirming to have your fingers deeper in her cunt, and she keeps pushing her breasts into your face. Your rhythm of thrusts in her hole doesn't wither, and neither does your sucking on her right nipple. She doesn't know what to do except squeal out replayed pleads.
"Daddy," she says. "Please keep doing that, it feels so good. I'll be a good girl, I promise I won't lie anymore."
You ride your teeth around Hyewon's areola, sucking the area around it also. If you could, you'd never let go of her breasts. You would keep sucking on them, alternating between one and the other, for days on end. You bet you'd survive even without food or water. Hyewon's tits are enough for you to live eternally. Hell is nonexistent when you're with her.
"Do you think you deserve to cum, Hyewon?" you ask. You play with her clit, making it harder for her to get her words out.
"I think so, d-daddy. Yes."
"I don't," you laugh. "I told you not to make a sound, and you disobeyed. How would you become a competent worker if you're like that?"
Hyewon's near tears. "I'll do whatever you want," she says. Breaths get lost here and there due to your fingers still swiftly exiting and entering her. "Please. I need you. I'll, I'll be your good little fuckdoll, I promise, I swear."
"Will you let me fuck your tits, then, Hyem? If you're that good and eager?"
"Yes, daddy!"Â
Hyewon nods over and over. A bit too excited, she pushes you down to the office chair rather roughly. But you pay no mind; in fact, your erection grows harder and lengthier at her enthusiasm. It throbs violently with how Hyewon slips off her blazer and pulls down your pants.
Her eyes brighten at the sight of your member, as if it's something that can actually make her day better.Â
"You're very hard, daddy." She bites her lip, looking up at you with incredulous adoration. "Let me do something about it."
Hyewon's huge tits hug your hard-on, sandwiching it between them. You groan as she holds her chest so that your cock slips in and out seamlessly, lubed up only by her spit and your precum. Her soft flesh brushes your sensitive, pink penis perfectly, giving it a feel of what heaven might actually be.Â
"Holy shit, Hyewon," you sigh.Â
It's like she's entertained by what she's doing, too. She's looking down at your cock entering her flesh as if it were an exciting movie. But she takes extra care to seal longer glances with you, knowing that her face alone can make you cum.
"Oh, daddy likes my tits, huh?" Hyewon says coyly. Playing with her nipples while titfucking you, her gaze grows more and more sultry. "Daddy's gonna let me cum after this, right? Make me learn my lesson?"
"Just⌠just keep moving your tits like that. And we'll see what happens."
Not a solid promise, but Hyewon is satisfied with that. She knows her power and how to use it well enough. She's practiced in the strokes and squeezes she does on your cock, the temptation calling for you in her brown eyes, everything. She has it all measured and listed down somewhere, probably, just waiting for the right time to use it.
Hyewon lifts her breasts, then slams them down on your lap again. The cycle repeats, and her boobs become like that of a real fleshlight. But hers is betterâa toy pales in comparison when paired up with Hyewon's tight, hot body. And all it took to have her was a spanking session. There was no need to shed thousands of won.
"Like this?" she asks. Hyewon's letting you use her for your own pleasure, caring for your bliss rather than hers. The grip of her bosom around you tightens, and you find it difficult to catch your breath. "Do you want me to keep doing this?"
"Fuck yes. You're such a good girl for me right now, Hyewon."
Her cheeks are rosy. "Thank you. I'll make you cum, I promise."
She's made probably a hundred of oaths from the moment she walked into this building, but this one seems to be the one she's most determined to carry out. Hyewon's fiery rhythm risks you of exploding all over her pretty chest. Her smooth, pillow-soft skin knots your stomach and sets everything ablaze. Her facial expressions, which are a far cry from the saintliness she pretended to possess earlier, drive you off the edge.
"Shit⌠shit, I'm going to cum," you announce in a broken voice.
You can't stave your orgasm off anymore. Your dick expels liquid white strings everywhere. Hyewon's collarbone and big breasts bear most of the desirable damage, but she's sure to open her mouth, too. And she looks every bit the part of a cock-hungry slut, with her eyes rolled back and tongue lewdly hanging from her thick pink lips. White semen becomes her new lip gloss, and she'd put it on any time of the day.
"You still have more in you, daddy," says Hyewon. She strokes herself around your cock without pause. Curses leave your mouth as her evil gaze challenges you to say the opposite. "I can feel it. I want you to explode all over me."
"Fuck, yes, Hyem. I fucking will."
There isn't a single bad movie out there that matches the rapid pacing of Hyewon's titjob, and it's probably for the better. You just keep on cumming, and Hyewon keeps on titfucking you. It's a win-win situation because she enjoys being sprayed with your cum. It makes her feel like the used little doll she is.
She forces you to spurt more up until you can't anymore. All there's left are little droplets of pure white, and ragged moans from both ends.Â
Hyewon's blouse and chest are stained all over. But when she gazes at the mess you made on them, she doesn't look upset. She looks rather⌠turned on. Her squirming thighs and bitten lower lip indicate that. She may look like a porcelain doll with her angelic face and pale skin, but she's been used just like a ragdoll would.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asks. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"I did," you confess. "How wet are you after all that, Hyewon?"
Hyewon reaches under her skirt and brushes her fingers over her pussy. She gasps. "Oh, v-very wet, daddy. Won't you do something about it?"
"Yes, I will. Get ready."
Both you and Hyewon rise to your feet. You step out of the rest of your pants while she shrugs off her blouse. Now, she's only wearing her black schoolgirl skirt and her long socks with shoes.Â
Hyewon hops on the edge of your desk. "Will you really fuck me this time?" she asks hopefully.
"A deal's a deal, Kang Hyewon. Now spread your legs."
She opens them. You lift the skirt up to get a view of her pretty hole. Her pussy lips are plump, just like the painted lips on her face.Â
(You want to fuck both.)
So, you thrust.Â
All at once Hyewon is filled up to the brim, your balls pressing against her ass.Â
"Oh, oh, so deep!" gasps Hyewon. "You're so big inside me!"
Your cock throbs. The clench of her walls is amazing, but they're also tempting you to cum again, and you can't have that. So, you set slow but forceful strokes, driving yourself inside Hyewon and feeling her walls part. Her surprised moans guide blood to your erection. The expression she wears never goes far from orgasmic, and she might as well be already cumming with how tight her hole's clamping on you.Â
Wrap your hands around her tiny waist. You're ready now. You start to drill her tiny body down your desk. She cries out and leans her head backwards, allowing you to see how much of her neck you've covered in cum. Her glazed breasts bounce before you, getting your cock in an increased solid state to pulse and thrust in her hard and good.
"Yes, daddy, fuck me!" she prods you on, just like how your cock is prodding at her insides. "It's so good, daddy, it's so good, it's so goodâ"
She's promised to make you cum and delivered it out. Now, she wants you to make one, too, and return the favor. And, even if the only thing you're offered in exchange are Hyewon's loud screams that sound in your ears and her half-naked figure that's straight out of a porn video, you're glad to do so.
"Guess you aren't so innocent after all," you laugh. You're trying to keep custody of the upper hand here, but, god, does Hyewon's cunt choking your cock make it nearly impossible. "All that pretense, Hyewon, don't you get tired?"
"Oh, daddy," Hyewon sobs softly, arms hung around your neck and shoulders. Her eyelids are heavy, too wrung by pleasure. "If it gets you to fuck me, I don't mind at all."
You find her erogenous zone and rub it in the same, fire-quick way you thrust. "A little too fast there, don't you think?" you chuckle, but you're flattered.
"All I want is you going fast inside me." Hyewon's legs tense up after you grab them for easier leverage. Her moans are cut short with stutters. "I want it now."
"And what exactly do you want, Hyewon?"
"Iâ" She blushes furiously. Her words rarely come out in any form other than squeals. "I want to be your little office cockwarmer. I want to do nothing but be the toy who sucks daddy's dick and keeps his cock hard. I don't want to be anything else, daddy, and you know itâyou know I want itâ"
"Oh, you will." Pumping into her harder, you set the stone there and then of your ownership of her. "You're mine now. Everyone's gonna know about how you get on your knees for me so easily, Kang Hyewon. You'll be known as my little office slut, the one who keeps my stress relieved."
"Yes, yes, you can fill me up all the time, you can make me wear the slutty secretary outfits from my streams, daddy! Use me, oh god, I'm yours!"
It's a tempting offer. You've seen her streams while looking through her background, and you saw that one of her in the tight little secretary uniform. You think of how pretty she'd look in it, and how heads would turn at her entering your office everytime in it. You picture the outrage that does nothing since you're at such a high position in the office hierarchy, such an important person. They can't do anything if you decide at once that Hyewon's going to be your cumslut. They can only create rumors painting you out to be the exploitative bad guy, and Hyewon starring in the role of the poor head-over-heels newbie desperate for a good life.
You can live with that.Â
The inches of your length never get to breathe as you're constantly shoving them inside her, knocking against her cervix and making her sob for more. There's no limit to the pumps you can give to Hyewon, but you still test it out. Hyewon remains at your mercy.
"Are you going to be my slut now? Do you really want that?" you ask her. "Or are you going to back out because you're too much of a pussy to dive in?c
Grab her chin and force her gaze at you. That's how you see that Hyewon's completely serious. That's exactly what she wants. She didn't come here for a job, she came here for you, and she's not leaving without being yours.
Hyewon nods. She presses her forehead against yours. "I want you," she whispers. "So make me yours. You know you want to teach your whore of a babygirl a lesson. You know you want to fill her cunt everyday."
That's right, you do. You knew, since the minute she spent teasing and toying with you, that you want to fuck her brains out. And here you are, doing exactly that.Â
This could be forever if you wanted.Â
"Gonna cum now, Hyewon. Gonna fill your cunt up with daddy's semen. Gonna fucking breed you."
"I'm close, too, daddy. Give me your cum."
You make sure to press completely against her cervix when you cum inside her. Hyewon's girl cum and your white fluids mix together, a blend of sex and sin, and drip down your table. You can't really think of anything else except for Hyewon's screams climbing up in volume and her squirt spurting all over your best uniform. No, you're brain-dead with lust, and there's no turning back.
You make her your cum deposit. You make her your babygirl, and as corny as it sounds, straight out of a bad teen romance where everything goes too quickly for any talent to be actually seen, you're okay with that.
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"And that's how I think that we should promote the book earlier this year. Thank you for listening."
The clan of higher-ups sitting at the oval-shaped table clap politely. You try to keep your clapping at the appropriate level of enthusiasm, but your heart bursts with pride for Hyewon. She's come so far without your help. She's learning to stand on her own.
"I think that's a great idea, miss Kang," says Miyawaki Sakura, your director. She's a petite woman with a soft voice, but everyone knows that she's the boss of any room she stands in. "I'll jumpstart the idea tomorrow with the board of directors."
Hyewon flushes with happiness. "Thank you, miss Miyawaki."
"I do have one concern with miss Kang about the presentation, though," you pipe up. "Miss Miyawaki, do I have your permission to speak about with Hyewon in private?"
Now everybody's looking at each other. They try to keep themselves decent, but they all know what you mean. By now, your sexual relationship with Hyewon is an open secret. It might not be eligible for the title of secrecy anymore since all of the office knows it.Â
But what can they do? You're the best in your team. You run too many things that keep the company going and they can't risk your loss.Â
Hyewon waits for the director's response with bated breath. Her hands fiddle with each other as she waits for a response.
"Of course, sir," replies Sakura finally. "You may go."
You and Hyewon exchange glances. The two of you know exactly what your "talk" would be about.
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Batmobile meet cute
Edâs second run as The Riddler didnât last long. The goons he hired with the little money he had tipped him off to the GCPD ( he knew he shouldâve done this alone, but he saw The Joker and even Condiment King use goons⌠heâs new to this whole villainy thing.. so heâs learning ). At least he caught the Batmanâs attention. ( or rather, Robin beaten him dropped him inside the Batmobile thatâll take him to Arkham. ) Except, There was someone there already. A short plump man dressed neatly even though he was beaten up and shackled. He recognized him, of course he did, heâs been keeping an eye on all the villains in Gotham, trying to figure out how theyâd attract the Batmanâs attention. This man, The Penguin, was different. He avoided getting caught, flawlessly, and worked in the shadows⌠Ed saw potential in him. Except⌠apparently even The Penguin gets caught.
â First Time at Arkham?â The penguin asked suddenly. Ed looked up at him curiously, â Second, actuallyâŚ. What about you?â â First.â â youâre calmâŚâ
â well, I am after all insane. Excuse me for not reacting like a sane person would.â
the penguin didnât address him again for the rest of the ride, but Ed kept staring at him. There was something⌠off about him.
After going through Arkhamâs regulations, and settling in, Ed kept an eye at The penguin, his interactions and mannerismâŚ. The man was a puzzle, and Ed loved puzzles.
â youâre not insane.â Ed said as he sat opposite him one day in the food court, â you donât belong here. You shouldnât be here.â the penguin smiled but said nothing else as he continued to eat his jello. Ed sat there the whole lunch period, but the man remained silent.
he kept an eye on him, thinking, trying to crack the code. He needed to gather more information, so one day he snuck into the guards room and looked into the Penguinâs record, which didnât provide much except this one picture with the falcone staff and in the back was a little Oswald cobblepot beside a blonde woman⌠bingo. the next day, he approached the penguin again. â Your mother worked as a maid for Falcone for quite some timeâŚâ Ed blabbered, â after that period there were rumors in the streets about a new gang. The timeline tracks that it was yours. Your statement mentioned that you went mad with grief over losing your mother. You tried to cover all of Gotham with umbrellas, but that the Batman caught you and brought you here.â the penguin didnât say a thing, he just blinked at him, listening. Ed spread his fingers, â you didnât go mad with grief, you pretended to. Youâve done all that fateful planning then suddenly something changed, related to your mother. You needed to come here⌠but why?â
Lunch period was over by then, the penguin said nothing except stand up and pat Edâs cheek as he left him there.
He has to figure out this manâs deal.
Ed snuck into the records room again, this time he looked over the inmates records and tried to find if The Penguin is looking for someone here. He noticed, after all, that The Penguin keeps looking at the inmates, searching for someoneâŚ
He found it finally, the person Penguin is looking for, The holiday killer, Alberto Falcone. No wonder Penguin canât find him, the man has his own luxury cell away from everyone else⌠of course! Heâs a falcone after all..
He couldnât wait to tell penguin about this, but before he could even get out of the records room, Arkhamâs guards caught him.
this resulted in putting him in solitary for three days before releasing him. Tired and exhausted, he made way to his room. surprisingly, there was someone in his room ( he didnât have a roommate, he tends to annoy them too much ). The penguin himself sat on the bed opposite Edâs waiting for him.
â Well, Mr Nygma, I believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship.â
( background or Oswaldâs perspective on this )
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Gnaw (3)
(Warnings: Blood, Violence, Body Horror)
When you wake, you are starving. It feels like someone's torn out your stomach and left a yawning cavern inside of you that threatens to make you collapse in on yourself in a desperate attempt to fill the void.
You cannot think through the sheer ravenousness of this hunger. Morals and principles have dissolved under the infinite maw within that threatens to consume you.
You stand shakily, eyes darting around as you search for even the faintest hint to the location of nearby food.
And then you see it. The most beautiful thing you've ever laid eyes on.
A sparrow.
Your mouth begins to water at the thought of meat. Pork, beef, fowl, venison, mutton? It's food.
You creep towards it, vision already tunneling, and prepare to lunge. In a burst of movement, you blitz towards the unaware bird and your hand clamps down on it like a vice.
It is at this point that another, more sane person would kill the animal and dress it for cooking. You are not that person right now.
You stuff the bird into your mouth and begin to chew. You don't particularly give a shit if it's alive right now, you're starving.
You bravely ignore the way it sounds like the world's most morbid popcorn.
Blood hits your tongue. It's the most brilliant thing you've ever tasted. There is no tang of iron or bitterness. There is just warmth that flows through your veins like a wildfire inside you.
If anything, you feel a little high.
Perhaps, in another time, the thought of consuming another living being might have turned your stomach. Maybe you'd sworn off meats at all in favor of something less cruel.
You aren't at the pilot seat right now. There is an animal there, sating the most primal urge in existence - to live.
For a moment, though, let's step away from your perspective, and instead talk about what's happening to you.
From the moment you came to Teyvat, dormant bits of your biology have been returning to function now that there is elemental energy to sustain them.
Those parts will rewrite your genetic code to restore you to godhood.
Right now, however, you are in a rather malleable state - not quite human anymore, but not quite divine.
Luckily for you, there are options other than waiting.
Everything on this planet has a trace of what you were in it. Every being, every plant, every animal, every stone, and every speck of dust has an itty bitty bit of you in the form of elemental energy. And you can reclaim it.
By dying, you've been taking back the energy from the strikes used to end you.
By eating, you absorb the elemental energy inside the food.
You, much like the allogenes, have some limits to break, each step bringing you closer to the next 'star'.
You've just reached the first one. Congratulations.
All of a sudden, you feel like, well, a new person. It's as though you've woken up from the aftereffects of a really shitty nap and banished the grogginess.
You are awake in a way you weren't, and suddenly, the world just feels sharper.
(In a separate dimension, the elements of Teyvat cheer. You're one step closer to taking this place back from your poor imitation.)
Unbeknownst to you, attacking you has had consequences for Mondstadt.
Their wine is vinegar now. It's as if someone's mixed every last drop of booze with lots and lots of fresh air.
Oops.
Beer? Gone. That's just trash now. Oxidation wrecks the flavor in that, too.
Stored meat has been rotting, plants are wilting on the vine, animals birth nothing. The clouds have parted, and a miserably hot sun has decided to cheerily bake the faces of every single human being in Mondstadt.
The winds do not blow. There is no breeze.
(The only person not feeling like they've stepped into an oven is Eula, who is beginning to suffer the effects of hypothermia.
She killed you, and now Cryo is going to punish her by not regulating the energy they push into her Vision. She will slowly freeze to death and feel every cell of her body dying from cold unless she grovels at your feet.
Cryo - an ancient, inhuman element as old as this universe - thinks this is a rather lenient punishment and not an excruciating torture. You will likely need to teach them otherwise when you reclaim your throne.)
Prayers in Mondstadt have doubled and maybe even tripled. Sacrifices of food can't be given, so instead, they're offering Mora. Piles and piles of coins now give your shrines a stately golden glow under the light of the vicious sun.
For the first time in centuries, Venti takes to his knees and prays.
You are not there to hear their begging for clemency.
And as a god, you never particularly thought you'd need an answering machine, so it's not like the prayers get saved.
(This is the first time since your creation of Teyvat that the elements have put their squabbles aside and the first time they've worked together to make a group of people absolutely miserable, and honestly? They're having a great time.)
You've been running around this beach for a while, laughing happily as you enjoy your newfound strength and stamina.
You can skip a rock fifteen times before it sinks. That's pretty dope. You didn't even know you got the technique down so perfectly until now.
A strange pressure builds in your head and you begin to have a vision. Not the kind you wear on your person, and grants you elemental powers - the kind where you have an out-of-body experience and See Some Shit.
Before you stands a tall, androgynous figure. They're dressed in comfy clothes that lack any regional indicator of origin. If anything, the style reminds you of clothing from Earth.
Hell, they just look like someone that probably would have belonged to your old world. The reason you know who they are is their eyes and the symbol where a pupil would normally be.
They give you a crooked grin, face brightening just a tiny bit as they offer a hand to shake.
"Hello again, Great Maelstrom. I think it's time you and I reconnected, hm?"
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Making a Work-Appropriate Punk Shirt for Under $5
Because the company I work for is rolling out new dress code that bans any sort of graphics/logos/etc. except for the actually store logo/graphics, that leaves my wardrobe a little bare for what I will and will not be able to wear. Because of that, Iâve decided to kick my DIY skills into gear so I can have something thatâs alternative and yet work-appropriate to wear.
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I started by buying this black t-shirt which is currently on sale in our store for under $3. With my discount and tax it came out to $2.24, but weâll round it to $3 since not everyone is going to be getting an additional employee discount.
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From there I took this grommet-filled ribbon that I bought at the thrift store my grandma works at. This was a few years ago, so I donât remember the price really, but it was somewhere around $1. Weâll round it to $2 just to be sure.
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From there I hand-sewed the ribbon around the hems of the shirt. While still being a plain black shirt with no sort of logos or graphics, it now has a DIY alternative touch that doesnât go overboard.
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And hereâs the finished product! Iâll try and remember to post a picture of me in it when the new regulations kick in!
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Iâve reached the stage of watch dogs brainrot in which Iâve began to headcanon them as secondary school (highschool) students; including deciding on the subjects theyâd do, what they get up to, etc.
Iâve spent the entirety of my week doing this so I hope the brainstorming somewhat stays accurate to the characters (if not criticism is accepted!)
So ermmmmm hereâs the appearances
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Clarification; Iâve had to make a couple of almost drastic altercations to Rayâs, Claraâs and Sitaraâs designs because of uniform regulations; their canon styles are flashy/unprofessional and wouldnât exactly be good representation of the school, as well as Rayâs hair possibly being too long/disheveled (because uniform regulations where I live are THAT strict that they dress code hair length on boys as well), so I apologise if thereâs any inaccuracies with the charactersđ¤§đ¤§
Hereâs their year and the list of subjects theyâd do (just as context before you read the transcript):
Aiden is a lower sixth; on his first year of A levels:
A level - Sociology, IT, Chemistry
GCSEs - IT, Double science, Home Ec & H&S
Ray is an upper sixth; studying A2 level:
A levels - IT, Design and technology, Physics
GCSEs - IT, Physics, History, Chemistry, Design and Technology
Jordi is a lower sixth; studying AS level (most of his GCSE subjects were filler):
A levels - IT, Chemistry, Spanish
GCSEs - IT, double science, Spanish, further math
Clara is a lower sixth, studying AS level:
A levels - Art, IT, sociology
GCSEs - Art, IT, design and technology, double science
Watch dogs 2 dedsec:
Marcus is repeating his first year of GCSEs (partially to get another chance at a better score, another part to stay by his friends):
GCSEs - IT, Media studies, History, Politics, single science
Wrench is repeating his first year of GCSEs (his scores were ridiculous /neg)
GCSEs - IT, Media studies, geography, Double science
Josh is repeating his first year of GCSEs (heâs a perfectionist and as much as resitting exams exist, he insists on staying back 1 year):
GCSEs - IT, Media studies, HE, Double science
Sitara is studying the second half of her GCSEs:
(Chosen) A levels - Art, H&S, Media studies
GCSEs - IT, Art, H&S, single science, further math
Horatio is studying the second half of his GCSEs:
(Chosen) A levels - English language, H&S, IT
GCSEs - IT, H&S, History, double science
Transcript for those who cannot read my handwriting:
(Photo 1)
Aiden
- face is always cold so he wears the mask to keep himself warm (and possibly to accessorise)
- cut thumbholes into his jumper/sweater for comfortability (had to get Clara to stitch it evenly)
- has a natural resting bitch face, makes it almost difficult for him to be read emotionally via expression
- if he isnât revising for chemistry or doing IT coursework during lunch, heâs hanging in the art rooms with Clara
- low-key has a crush on Clara⌠(Jordi frequently teases him about it)
- confrontational; if it affects him or the people he knows he WILL stand up for himself/them, even to teachers if he has to
- shares chemistry classes with Jordi (who frequently yaps to him in those classes)
Ray Kenney
- has acne w/ growing beard/stubble
- couldnât style his hair so he stuck with a mullet
- goes to a different school but turns up for shared education classes
- makes a business of selling his study notes (basically photocopying them then selling them)
- IT prefect
Jordi
- definitely was some form of a greasy kid during his first few years but then had the craziest glowup during sixth form -> no one bullied him because of his tendency to bite back. Hard.
- sells contraband around the school building -> no proof that he does sell it as heâs always subtle with his locations, changing around where he sells and hiding his stock pretty well
- the type of guy to shove you ten times harder in the corridors if you shoved him (intentional nor unintentional, and yes, people shoving people in the corridors is quite common at least in my experience đđ)
- can be a class clown but the teachers have no reason to tell him off as he gets work done and has surprisingly good test scores
Clara
- is pretty neutral when it comes to the dress code, even subtly bending the rules to her liking
- busy asf doing art or studying, though does appreciate the company given from time to time whilst she works
- shares sociology classes with Aiden
- organises revision sessions for IT with Aiden (and Jordi; he seems like the type of guy to third wheel for the shits and giggles but also to study too)
(Photo 2)
Josh
- NEVER wears his blazer; finding the material to be too heavy
- always wears his beanie; if told to take it off heâll proceed to put it back on the next class
- always ends up in the SEN (special educational needs) office frequently due to lack of co-operation
Marcus
- ABSOLUTE hype man during exam season
- Always instigates study sessions with the dedsec group
- mostly because he himself barely studies and usually heâll sacrifice sleep to study
- Debate club member
Wrench/Reggie
- was able to get privileges to wear his mask
- most of the time gets dress coded for his pins or any other accessory he decides to wear almost on the daily
- decorates his blazer and bag with pins and patches
- when given an assistant under the name of âentitlementâ even when he declined, it painted him as an absolute ass due to his aggressive behaviour and lack of co-operation
- same as Josh usually ends up in the SEN office due to lack of co-operation
- draws on arms and hands frequently when bored + to retain attention
Horatio
- Similar to Sitara, is the more studious one of the group and makes sure to remind everyone of homework, school events + staff training days
- school council rep
- same as Marcus; is a debate club member
- Seems like the type of guy whoâd know a lot about the teachers and would be able to hang around them due to being on their good side
Sitara
- Similar to Horatio; is the more studious one of the group
- has learned ways with bending the rules of the dress code with subtly hiding highlights, piercings and makeup
- Reminds the group about homework but usually sends the answers if nobody has it done
Some extra headcanons:
- Sitara uses sparkly highlighters when making revision stuff
- Wrench gets agitated with crowds in the cafeteria so Marcus helps get his food
- Jordi partnered with Aiden in chemistry classes primarily because Aiden low-key has leverage over him (by leverage I mean he basically knows the location of his batches of contraband)
- Marcus thrives in English language, especially in speaking exams because of his infectious nature and confidence
- everyone asks Josh for help in IT classes due to how good he is at it (they all share the same IT classes)
- if the WD2 dedsec all in separate classes, they have a collective oneNote document to make shitposts on and contact eachother with
- Wrench goofs off at various instances during revision sessions, even singing brainrot or catchy revision songs that pop into his head
- Marcus is NOT subtle with taking his phone out, that guyâs on it during break where teachers can see
- Ray knows what cars the teachers drive.
- Jordi never keeps his opinions on everyone and teachers to himself. Bro would not care if the teacher was right behind him. They call him a motor mouth for a reason
- Give Josh a swivel chair in a computer room and he will NOT stop spinning on it unless the teacher is talking
- if thereâs a substitute, Marcus and Wrench watch stuff on YouTube during class
- Wrench doodles on textbooks that get reused (on a novel, he leaves comments and small doodles)
- Sitara vandalises science tables
- when Jordi, Clara and Aiden do revision sessions, Jordi tries to tease Aidenâs feelings towards Clara whilst the both of them drown him out; if heâs not doing that heâs studying with them and being the one asking the questions and shooting one or both of them a shit eating grin when they get an answer wrong
- Wrench does exams in a separate venue
- Marcus cannot study by himself unless heâs with the company of his friends, or unless heâs pulling an all nighter for a subject he cares about
- Marcus and Sitara take the same bus and stop at a local shop to buy sweets and snacks for everybody; tldr they are walking food banks
- Aiden is secretly a choir kid
- Jordi the type of guy to steal his friendsâ food if heâs too broke to buy any or if he just couldnât be bothered
#watch dogs#watch dogs 2#fanart#traditional art#watch dogs 2 fanart#watch dogs fanart#Aiden pearce#Jordi chin#Raymond Kenney#Clara Lille#josh sauchak#marcus holloway#wrench wd2#reggie blechman#sitara dhawan#horatio carlin#headcanons#alternate universe#watch dogs au#if anything seems offish in terms of school systems Iâd like to clarify Iâm from the UK#if anyone from the uk doesnât see any courses that they do itâs due to the fact that I based this off of the courses my school does#i based Claraâs design from her concept art :3#I STRUGGLED WITH RAYS DESIGN SO I APOLOGISE IF IT DOES NOT SCREAM RAYMOND KENNEY IF HE WAS IN A UK SCHOOL#some of these are based off of my own experiences in school! :D#I HOPE I MANAGED TO STAY IN CHARACTER WITH THESE IF NOT I APOLOGISE#PLEASE CRITICISE ME IM A PERFECTIONIST WITH CHARACTER STUFF#I apologise for any inaccuracies with the characters D;#I would do defalt and lenni but Iâm not sure what I can do with them so just assume them as obnoxious school bullies#though if anyone does wanna see defalt and lenni then lmk đđ#anyway yap session over
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TFS should've been titled The First Knife. And hear me out here.
The dispute over Whether The Hive Got It Right has been going on since, what, the Collective Obligation loretab? I think that was the first moment where someone (Rhulk in this case) called the Hive out on believing in a foolish and simplified logic, whereas the "true" finality was supposed to be something else. Then in Deep the final shape gets namedropped as the thing the Witness wants to achieve: perfect stillness, rather than whittling the universe down to the last perfect being that remains standing. Oh and also Unveiling gets disproven as a literal historical truth and everyone is wondering if the Winnower is even a thing in this case. In Witch we've got Immaru raging that this version of the final shape is boring and stupid, and the Hive's is much more interesting. (And all Hive fans nodded sagely at this.) SavathĂťn isn't a fan of either, because she loves life; Tumblr keeps eating my links, so for direct quotes see the Altar of Reflection dialogue starting with "I didn't want to die, you know..." and the Rites of Passage chapter "A Deal's a Deal".
So pre-TFS the Hive fans crowd is all crowing about how the Hive's idea of the final shape is much cooler and â¨ď¸novelâ¨ď¸, how it sucks that Oryx's genius has been retconned, how boring the Witness is as an antagonist, etc etc. Overall a mourning veil dress code kind of atmosphere. We're awaiting TFS launch day with anxious weariness.
Then ofc TFS turns out to be fucking majestic and We're So Back Chat and [muffled screaming], but this is not a post about that. What this post IS about is a single entry that shipped (heh) with TFS, from the Nacre jumpship loretab.
You exist because you have been more suited to it than all the others. Steal what you require from another rather than spend the hours to build it yourself. Break foolish rulesâwhy would you love regulation? It serves you to cross lines, and if others needed rules to protect them, then they were not after all worthy of that existence. [...]
This great, beloved cosmos. Always decaying, always finding that same old lovely pattern, despite every candle-flame burning amid the flowers. A billion electrons taking the path of least resistance. In Darkness or in Light, someone is always making my choice.
Well, doesn't this sound quite familiar. Maybe our gut feeling has been right after all, that the Winnower from Unveiling and the Deep-who-spoke-to-Oryx were not the Witness.
Of course, we still don't know what the Winnower is, or if they really exist within the universe in a manner other than purely conceptual. Unveiling could've been messages from the Witness emulating the Winnower. The Witness calls itself the first knife, after all, and puts itself as the instrument the Winnower themself attacks the Gardener with. But we know the Winnower *exists*, and that their philosophy also still exists. The Witness' idea of the final shape wasn't the ONLY idea. There is, still, the force--entity--concept--which believes the end result of the universe will be one last, strongest being conquering everything. There is still someone who believes the "old", Hive idea of the final shape.
TFS, then, is not the story of the final shape. It's a story about the Witness, and preventing its idea of the final shape of the universe, but not about the concept of the final shape *itself*. The concept is bigger than that. If the Winnower really is somewhere out there--beyond our reality perhaps, but still out there--they will continue cheering on those who believe the Hive and the Vex's idea of perfection, and this idea will continue to be relevant in some manner. Even if it never actually comes to pass. The great game between the Gardener and Winnower is still, after all, ongoing; we may yet win, and we may yet lose.
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