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[elllisaaa]

SHAMELESS - Y. JEONGIN

KINKTOBER DAY 24 - MUTUAL MASTURBATION

SUMMARY : you always had a soft spot for your best friend's little brother, maybe a little crush if you were honest. however, learning that he was still a virgin despite being this hot, you take it into your own hands to show him how it should be done.

-> pairing : best friend's brother!jeongin x fem!reader

-> words count : 4.2k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sub!jeongin x dom!reader, virign!jeongin & experienced!reader, slight age gap (reader is a bit older than jeongin), alcohol consumption, fingering, handjob, breast play, mutual masturbation, making out, lingerie, teasing, begging, dry humping, marked, dirty talk, use of 'good boy', oral (f. receiving)

+ the way i'm depicting jeongin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | kinktober 2024

All your friends knew you had a soft spot for Jeongin, even his own sister knew. You didn’t exactly know what it was in him that made it impossible for you to let him go, but your attraction was undeniable. At first, it was truly innocent - you just invited him sometimes to hang out for a while with you and your friends because the poor boy would often spend his weekends alone, and it wasn’t that bad to take him away from his games so he could share a drink or two with you before you left for the club. 

“- Your turn Jeongin, truth or dare ?

- Uh, I don’t know, truth ?”

The poor boy was always a little awkward when he didn’t have his first drink, but once he had loosened up, it was easier to have him admit some things and he actually enjoyed these little hangouts. You were getting ready with his sister and one of your other friends, sitting in the living room with bottles of alcohol and juice opened and ready to make a new drink at any moment. As you focused on doing both wings of your eyeliner the same way, your friend asked her a question. 

“- When was the last time you had sex ?

- Ew, I don’t want to know that ! He’s my brother.

- Come on, you’re not fun ! Go away then, I wanna know. And I’m sure Y/N wants to know too.”

You rolled your eyes at her, and you avoided everyone else's gaze as focused on your own face reflecting through the mirror of your eyeshadow palette as you put the finishing touches to your makeup. The slight buzz of alcohol was already getting to you, and you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you would have normally been. But you could still sense Jeongin’s eyes on you, as if he was trying to understand what your friend meant. His sister covered her ears with her hands while he answered. 

“- Well, I- I’ve never had sex, actually so…

- What ? You’re still a virgin ? No way.

- This is too much !”

Your best friend left the room to go get dressed, but you couldn’t believe what you had just heard either. You had always assumed that he must’ve had at least one or two girlfriends, but you weren't expecting this. Jeongin’s cheeks had taken a deep shade of red - which was cute, you had to admit - as he shrugged, trying to keep some kind of composure and acting nonchalant while he took another sip of his drink.

“- I don’t understand why it is so shocking. 

- Well, look at yourself in a mirror. You might be my friend’s brother but I know a fine man when I see one. Right, Y/N ?

- Uh, yeah, she’s right.”

Your gaze lingered on Jeongin longer than it should have, but it seemed like he couldn’t detach his gaze from you either. You stayed looking at each other for a few seconds, before you broke eye contact with him. The way your heart was beating in your chest, and the way some kind of well-known heat was rising through your body definitely wasn’t something you should be feeling for your best friend’s brother. Soon enough, the subject switched to something else, and you were left alone with your thoughts and the feeling that Jeongin eyes couldn’t leave your figure as you picked up your things to put them in your purse before heading out. Everytime you would look back his way, he would simply avoid your gaze and focus on his phone screen or his drink instead, pretending that he wasn’t devouring you with his eyes a few seconds ago. 

At least, your clubbing session did make you feel good, the alcohol helping you relax and the loud music pushing every parasite's thoughts out of your mind for a moment. By the time you went back to your best friend’s apartment, it was already way past 5 in the morning. Your two friends went to crash in bed immediately, giggling and loudly talking nonsense. The sound of the door of her bedroom closing shut behind them drowned out their laughs as you smiled to yourself while getting out of your high-heeled boots. You could still feel the agreable rush of all the drinks you had but you were conscious enough to think about drinking a glass of water before going to bed too. As you were about to head to the bathroom to take off your makeup, you almost ran into Jeongin who was walking out of his own room, looking like he hadn’t slept at all. You giggled as you steadied yourself by grabbing his shoulders. 

“- Oops ! Sorry, didn’t see you !”

Jeongin's right arm slid down to your waist to keep you straight up. Truthfully, you didn’t really need it to stand on your feet, you were not that drunk. But you let his hand rest against the naked skin of the small of your back that your crop top revealed, his own warm skin heating up your hot one even more and making another sort of warmth run through your veins. 

“- It’s okay. Are you alright ? Did you have fun ?”

You nodded with a big smile stretching out your face to both questions, missing the way Jeongin’s eyes went down to your cleavage and then back up to your face every two seconds. He was trying so hard to not seem like a pervert, but the way you were allowing him to be so close to you, to touch you in a way that was way too intimate, that was driving him crazy. 

“- So much fun ! But I don’t understand how you can still be a virgin…”

The sudden change of subject caught him out of guard, and his cheeks took that same shade of red once more, and again, you couldn’t help but think that he was really cute when he was embarrassed like that. Would he have that same look on his face if you dropped down to your knees and sucked him off, right now ? Would he look at you the same way if you told him everything he had you fantasizing about ?

“- I- I don’t know, it’s just how things are ? Girls aren’t really interested in losers like me you know…”

You frowned as you considered his words. A loser ? Jeongin ? Sure, he spent a lot of time playing video games. But he also spent a good amount of time at the gym, and if only he showed off his biceps a little more, there would be tons of girls at his feet, begging for a chance to go on a date with him. Because he already had a cute face, and a cute smile, and pretty hands, and…

“- Well, they should really start to get interested in losers like you. Because I am. 

- W-What do you mean ? 

- I mean that you’re handsome Innie. Can’t you see that ? If it wasn’t for your sister, I would’ve made a move on you a long time ago.”

With each step you took closer to him, Jeongin took a step back, until his back hit the wall of the hallway behind him. His blush was even more visible now, and despite the pure shock in his eyes, there was also an underlying lust, a contained desire that you couldn’t wait to unleash. 

“- Y/N, I… 

- What ? Don’t you think I’m pretty too ? Don’t you want me Innie ?”

The poor boy gulped down loudly as he tried to not let the bulge slowly forming underneath his clothes become too noticeable. He didn’t really understand what was happening, if this was all a dream or not, but he wasn’t going to miss his chance in either case. 

“- Fuck��� I’ve wanted you since she introduced you to me.”

A smirk spread on your lips as you took one step forward again, your chest now pressed against his, making it impossible for him to escape - even though he didn’t want to - and also making it impossible to not look down at your boobs squished together in your ridiculously tiny top.

“- Then stop thinking. Let me show you how good it feels. 

- Please…”

This was the last word Jeongin managed to get out before you took a hold of his jaw and pulled him down to your lips to kiss him. His reaction was immediate, almost like it was a reflex : he took a hold of your waist, pressing your bodies together and his lips moved against yours hungrily, expressing all his frustration, all the longing through this kiss. You hummed against his mouth when one of his hands slid back up to angle your face differently, taking advantage of your appreciative noise to slip his tongue through your lips. You welcomed it gratefully, now fully making out with him in the middle of the hallway, his sister sleeping only a room away. When Jeongin finally let you go, you were both breathless, and the heat you felt had increased by ten.

“- Are you sure you’re still a virgin ? Because you’re a great kisser…”

He rolled his eyes at your question, annoyance written all over his face. You let out a yelp of surprise as he suddenly pushed you to his room. He didn’t have to do much effort to make you stumble back until you were sitting on his bed, proving once more that he was hiding a lot of muscles under his oversized pants and hoodies. 

“- Just because I never had sex doesn’t mean I never kissed anyone.”

You leaned on your elbows, exposing your curves to him as you tilted your head to the side, a smirk taking over your face. You loved how easy it was for him to switch up from his awkward and shy demeanor to someone a lot more confident - and you liked it either way. 

“- How far did you go then ?”

As you toyed with the hem of your black miniskirt, you saw his cheeks taking that shade of red again. Though, he couldn’t detach his eyes from the way you were slowly pushing the material higher and higher up your thighs, revealing more and more skin to his hungry gaze. 

“- I just… Kissed. And did a little foreplay.

- No need to be embarrassed, baby. We have all been there once.”

Jeongin gulped down again as he nodded, still watching intently as you left your skirt alone to go up to your chest, your hands cupping them over the material of your top. You let out a sigh of relief at the action, looking up at him as he was still standing up in front of you, the boner in his sweatpants now more than obvious. 

“- Did you do this ?”

Again, Jeongin nodded, eyes glued to the way you were squishing your tits together and hitching to do it himself, to feel the plushness of your skin under his hands by himself. You seductively smiled at him as you let one of your hands slide down in between your thighs, pressing your fingers against your clothed clit and letting out a satisfied hum.

“- And this ?”

This time, Jeongin shook his head. He was too entranced by the show you were putting on for him to be able to form sentences or even think about words anymore. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

“- Want me to touch you ?

- Fuck… Yes, please…”

You smiled at him in a much softer way as you patted the spot beside you on his bed, inviting him to come sit with you. Even if you just wanted to jump him, you wanted every step of the way to be enjoyable for him, show him how good sex felt. Jeongin obeyed right away, and you immediately straddled him. His hands instinctively went to hold your waist and looked up at you, waiting for your next command. 

“- Tell me if you want me to stop, tell me if it’s too much, yeah ?

- Yes.”

The way the words left his mouth so quickly made you smile again and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into another heated kiss. The buzz of alcohol heightened every one of your senses, and the way you had craved this for a while paired with the way Jeongin was so eager to please you quickly made you sigh in pleasure against his lips. Jeongin drank every little sound you made, relishing in the way he seemed to be able to have such an effect on you. The kiss was slow, but intense and passionate, and he didn’t hesitate to deepen it when he felt like he needed more. And you let him find his own rhythm, let him set the pace. 

“- You really are good at kissing Innie…

- Really ? 

- Hm… With a little practice, you could become the best.”

What you implied didn’t go on a deaf ears and Jeongin shivered at the thought of this becoming a regular occurrence. He wanted that. He wanted it so bad. And his unfocused eyes were telling you everything you needed to know as he pulled you in for another long kiss. You experimentally moved against him, your still clothed cunt rubbing against his boner - to test his reaction - and a pleased whimper slipped past his lips, getting swallowed by your hungry mouth. 

As you started to slowly rock your hips against him, he strengthened his grip on your waist. His breath was getting shorter and you could feel his sanity slipping away. It was almost cute how sensitive he was, but mostly, it only increased your own desire to show him how good it felt to be touched by someone else, to touch someone else. 

“- Does that feel good ?

- Yes… Really good.

- You can touch me, Innie.”

Jeongin nodded, but you could see that he was still hesitant to move his hands away from the secured spot of your waist. You smiled at him as you took one of his hands in yours, slowly moving it up to your chest and letting it rest here without breaking eye contact even once. You could see the way his breathing hitched in his throat and you could see the way he was now unable to detach his gaze from your cleavage. He tentatively squeezed your tit, and you encouraged him with your hums of pleasure, a different kind of thrill rushing through your veins as Jeongin got more and more confident. 

Within two minutes of touching your boobs, he was shamelessly groping them over your top, his head buried in your neck, sucking hickeys on your skin without a care in the world for the marks it was going to leave. Your dry humping had intensified, way too turned on by the way he now seemed unable to stop having his hands on you. But you were feeling that urge to discover his body too, to know what he was truly hiding under all of his oversized clothes. So you gently pushed him away, biting your lips at the way he seemed so clueless, so gone, only wanting to bury his face in between your tits again. 

“- Was it not good ?”

A soft smile took over your face as you leaned down to kiss his pouty lips. It was really cute how he almost forgot about his own raging erection because he wanted to please you, to make you feel good too.

“- It was really good, Innie. I just want to touch you too, if that’s okay ?”

Jeongin nodded again, his brain still having trouble processing the whole situation as you pushed his shirt over his head, leaving his upper body exposed. His cheeks went red again as he saw you detail his chest, arms and abs. You said nothing for a few seconds, letting your eyes devour him first, and then running your hand along the toned muscles of his chest, down to his defined abs that tensed under the feather like touch. 

“- You’re so sexy… So handsome, I knew you were but damn…”

The compliment made him awkwardly chuckle, not really used to show off his body. He was working hard on it, that was true, but since he didn’t have someone to expose it to, he wasn’t hearing these types of praises everyday. And especially not from you, the girl he had a crush on and an insatiable lust for. 

“- Don’t be so shy, baby… You should get used to that.”

And again, your words had an underlying tone that let him think that it could happen again. But he didn’t want to get his hopes up, so he just let you do your thing as you explored the skin of his torso with your hands and the skin of his neck with your lips. And your overwhelming presence soon made him forget about everything that wasn’t what was happening in that moment anyway. Jeongin closed his eyes, not trying to hold back the small moans escaping him and letting you mark his body in hickeys too. By the time your hands reached the waistband of his sweats, he was already breathless and so hard it was starting to be painful. 

“- Is it still okay ?”

Your sugary sweet voice paired with the way you were playing with the hem of his clothes made him nod faster than he ever had. You chuckled under your breath as you let your fingers slip under his pants until you could reach his very hard cock. The first contact with your fingers had Jeongin moaning a little louder and his whole body tensing. And when you wrapped your whole hand around his length, slowly starting to jerk him off, he was definitely gone, definitely ready to drop everything to have you do this again and again. 

“- You’re doing so good for me Innie…”

A small, muffled moan answered your praises and you just smiled back at him as you sped up your rhythm a little bit. Any trace of alcohol in your system had definitely disappeared by now, your focus only on Jeongin and the way he reacted to your touch, the delicious sounds he was making and how good he looked when he was feeling good like that. 

“- Y/N… Let me touch you too, let me make you feel good too… Please…”

He was almost begging to have a glimpse of your pussy, and who were you to deny him. You pecked his lips in approval as you got off the bed to get rid of your underwear, keeping your skirt that was too complicated to get out of right now. You settled back over his thighs, grabbing his hand in yours and pushing his fingers in your mouth to coat them in your saliva. This was partly for lubrication, and partly because you had been dreaming about these hands for far too long to not do it now that you had the chance too. And Jeongin was just looking up at you as if you hung up the stars in the sky, as if you were a goddess, and you liked the confidence boost maybe a little too much. 

“- Let me guide you baby, yeah ?”

He nodded along again, letting you push his hands down from your lips to between your legs. He gulped as you pressed the pads of his fingers against your wetness, feeling what he assumed was the clit by the way you sighed in relief as you rubbed his hand against it. 

“- Just this much pressure is good for me, but some girls like it faster or slower, you have to ask.”

Jeongin listened to you,  but he didn’t dare tell you that he didn’t plan to use this knowledge with anyone other than you. The only things he wanted to learn about were how to perfectly please you, how to make you cum and want more, how to make you come back to him. So he made sure to perfectly follow your rhythm, not flattering when you let him move on his own and started to jerk him off again, this time pulling his cock out of his sweats. Suddenly, you wanted to go down on your knees and take him into your mouth because he did have a very pretty dick - and it wasn’t a compliment you threw around this easily. 

“- Are you feeling good ? Am I doing good ?

- Yes, you’re doing really good Innie… Wanna make me feel even better ?

- Yeah…”

His immediate and eager response despite the fact that he was obviously starting to leak precum all over himself made you smile again. You loved how curious he was, how willing to discover and to let you teach him everything he needed to know he was. You grabbed his hand again, halting the cautious circles he was drawing on your clit to push his fingers lower, having them barely grazing against your more than wet entrance. You both gasped at the sensation, and your back arched slightly when Jeongin took it up himself to push one of his fingers inside, just enough for you to feel it. 

“- Is it okay ? Can I… Can I do this ?

- Hm, yes… Feels good, don’t stop.”

His brows were furrowed in concentration as he made sure to be careful when he fully pushed his middle finger inside of you. The way you were clenching down around him made him wonder about how good it would feel to have you wrapped around his cock instead and he throbbed in your hand that was still moving slowly around his dick, reminding him of his own arousal. You encouraged him to continue what he was doing with your endless praises, and soon enough, he was confident enough to push another one of his fingers inside of you, mesmerized by the way you were reacting - mouth opening and letting out a moan, squeezing him in your hand and your hips grinding against his palm as if it was a second nature. 

“- Does it feel good ?

- It does, Innie. Stop worrying about me, yeah ? You’re being such a good boy…”

Jeongin was always the first to laugh in his friend’s face for being wrapped around their girlfriend’s fingers but he realized in that moment that he was about to become way worse than them. He whined and chased your lips, all of the pleasure rushing into his veins starting to get way too much for him to stay quiet. The way you chuckled before grabbing his jaw and bringing your lips down on his for a hungry, messy kiss had him whimpering even louder. You made him weak, and he loved it so much. 

Noticing how sensitive and squirmy he had become, you sped up your movements around his cock. The thrusts of his fingers inside of you were regular, almost too slow, but it was so different from what you were used to, almost like a calculated rhythm that was starting to get to you and get you wanting more of it. And it didn’t help that his fingers were so long, and that they were making you feel so full, you just had to grind against his palm to get a bit of friction on your clit. 

You were so entranced by the kiss that you barely noticed it when Jeongin’s body started to shake. It was only when you felt a hot spurt of cum landing on your hand that you noticed he was indeed cumming, a strangled moan escaping him as you kept up your rhythm. The way he seemed just as surprised as you was arguably very cute, and you kept stroking him slowly and kissing his lips until he tried to get away from your touch.

“- I-I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t feel it coming…”

His embarrassment was coming back full force, and you were really, really starting to get addicted to how adorable he looked with his red cheeks and shifty eyes. You wiped your hand against your thigh, not caring too much for his cum before you grabbed his face, smiling at him while you tried to ignore the fact that his fingers were still stuffed inside of you even if he wasn’t moving them anymore.

“- Did it feel good ?”

Jeongin nodded and your smile only widened. 

“- Then never be embarrassed about having a good time baby. 

- But what about you ? You didn’t cum, did you ?”

You chuckled as you shook your head, placing another kiss on his pursed lips. You were thoroughly fucked. You knew you shouldn’t have started this at all, but now that you were here, you didn’t want to leave anymore. 

“- No, but it’s okay. I enjoyed watching you.”

There was a look of disappointment on Jeongin’s face as he looked up at you. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, as if he was trying to think about what he was going to do next, and before you knew it, he had you pinned underneath him, his larger frame hovering over you as his eyes were glued to your exposed cunt. Your squeal of surprise at his unexpected move made him look up at your eyes that were now pleading you.

“- Please, teach me how to make you cum. I wanna make you feel good too. I wanna… I wanna eat you out. Teach me.”

And how could you say no when he was so eager to learn, so eager to please you, so pliant when you pushed his head in between your thighs ? And from the way he was hungrily lapping at your folds, you were assured that your “teaching” wouldn’t stop there.

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[buck-star]

Office activities

Bucky asks you to come to his office. Helping him out, or dinner? Or something with more pleasure and feelings?

Pairing: Congressman!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount: 3.400 Words

Warnings/Tags: Minors DNI, 18+, smut [sir kink, dirty talk, praises, oral (male!rec), deep throating, shoe humping, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasm, creampie, cock warming], slight dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, kisses, petnames [baby doll], fluff, plot what plot,

Authors Note: Shout out to @pinkiebieberpie for the inspiration and motivation, and her moodboard. So, here with go with congressman!Bucky, hope you enjoy. Divider made by me.

Events: Fandom-Free Bingo: Frosty Edition [O4 | Pinned down], Sweetheart Bingo [Row One-Two | Dirty talk], Fandom-Free Bingo: Book Night [B3 | Owned | @fandom-free-bingo]

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

A soft knock interrupts the silence in his office, his eyes immediately moving from the paper for the next campaign to the wooden door of his office. James runs his long, thick fingers through his brown hair, fixing his tie. He places both of his arms on the wooden desk in front of him, shifting in his chair before he focuses on the door once more.

“Come in,” he says loudly, his voice rough, but you can hear the excitement in his tone. With a slight shiver, you open the door slowly, smiling politely when you take a step into his office and close the door behind you again. “Lock it, please.”

You do as he says, pressing your thighs together. James watches you intensely, his ocean blue eyes roaming your body up and down, settling a moment on your ass before he leans back in his chair. You lock the door, turning back to face him. You can feel his eyes burning on your skin, checking every little inch of you out. Only when he leans back and nods do you take another step closer to him.

“Sir, you said you wanted me to come over after work?” You ask, noticing the way his lips twitch upwards when you call him sir. James brings one of his calloused hands to the front of his suit pants, adjusting himself. He nods once more, pushing the chair backward and spreading his legs wider apart.

“Come here, baby doll,” he growls; his eyes darken a few shades. With a few shaky steps, you walk through his office, placing your back on a chair. Bucky immediately places his hands on your waist when you're close enough, pulling you closer to him. “Good girl.”

He leans his head back against the chair, looking up to face you. Even though he's sitting and you're standing in front of him, you feel vulnerable. The dominance radiating off him while he keeps you between his thighs. His intense stare is almost too much to look away from, but you also can't help but keep your eyes locked with his blue orbs.

His thick fingers slide to the zipper of your short, flimsy, dark blue dress, pulling it down slowly. Your dress falls on the ground by itself, leaving you exposed in only your underwear to your boyfriend. His eyes roam over your body, his hands snaking to your front. Capturing your breasts, pushing them together. Bucky growls low in his throat; he takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. Bucky rolls up his sleeves, revealing the thick muscles of his veiny, hairy arms.

“Should fuck these; would look pretty with my dick between your tits. But right now we have other plans. So, get on your knees like a good girl, baby doll,” he breathes out, smirking when you clench your thighs further together. Bucky’s tongue darts out, licking across his plump lips. You lower yourself to your knees, now having to look up at him. Bucky's hands move along your sides to your shoulders, pushing you further until you're where he wants you. “Bet you're dripping for me, huh?”

You nod your head, pouting when he starts teasing you. When you know one thing about your boyfriend, when he starts teasing, you're in for a very long night with him. Bucky chuckles, his metal hand sliding up your neck, curling your hair around his hand before he pulls your face closer to his crotch.

“How ‘bout you start here? I've been thinking about it for hours,” Bucky asks, though it's not really a question. Whatever you answer is, he will keep you in the very place anyway — except you use your safe word — but you both know you want him as bad as he wants you. “My cock isn't freeing itself from my pants, baby doll.”

With a whimper, you move your shaking hands upwards to unbutton his pants. Bucky keeps his eyes focused on your fingers. You reach into his blue suit pants, wrapping your fingers around his thick length. Bucky hisses, throwing his head back. His hips bucking upwards, he tightens his grip in your hair, smirking at you.

“Don't make me cum like a teenager, baby doll,” he groans. You smile softly, looking up at him while freeing his cock completely from his pants. Bucky raises an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. His voice lowers, sending another shiver down your spine. “What's so funny, huh?”

“Sir,” you whimper, getting pushed closer to his throbbing cock. Without another word, you kiss the tip of his dick, letting your tongue swirl around it. Bucky's pre-cum is dripping down on your tongue, rolling down your throat , and you hum happily at the salty, musky taste of your boyfriend.

You part your lips slightly, taking his tip in your mouth before sucking softly. You can feel Bucky's fingers scratching along your head, his other hand gripping the armrest of the chair. With a quiet pop you let his dick free from your mouth, using your tongue to lick a strap up from the base, along his vein, to his leaking tip.

Bucky urges your mouth on his cock, thrusting his hips upwards. His cock brushing along your cheek, smearing his pre-cum over your skin. You chuckle softly, earning a harsh tug on your hair. You immediately sit back on your heels, looking up at Bucky when he gets off his chair, his hand never losing his grip around your hair. “Think you can tease me, baby doll?”

“S-Sorry, sir.”

“You're not, and that’s good. So, I can show you who's in control,” he chuckles darkly. He wraps his free hand around his cock, stroking himself a few times before he slaps his cock against your lips. “Open up for me.”

You do as he says, parting your lips. Bucky pulls your head back further, sliding his cock along your tongue until he hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him. His free hand strokes along your cheek, wiping away a few tears that started to roll down your soft skin, his ocean blue eyes holding still the dominance but also a softness he's only showing toward you.

“Good girl, now, relax and breathe through your nose,” Bucky commands softly, pulling his hips back before he snaps it forward again. You gag once more, and Bucky groans, pushing his cock even further down your throat. Your nose pressed against his shirt-covered stomach. He moans low in his throat, throwing his head back when he feels your throat tightening around him with every gag. He slowly pulls back, letting you take a deep breath while you look up at him with teary eyes.

“Too much, baby doll?” He asks, his voice holding a hint of concern. His knuckles brushing over your cheekbone. You shake your head, opening your mouth again for him to thrust his cock back down your throat, but Bucky keeps your head to lock his eyes with yours. “I need your words.”

“N-No, sir, not too much,” you whisper, your voice hoarse. Bucky nods, smiling softly. He leans down, pressing his lips softly to your forehead. The soft gesture is the complete opposite from the way he pushes his cock back down your throat once he stands straight again.

Saliva is dripping down your chin when Bucky starts setting a faster pace. His cock is coated in your drool as well, while the squelching noise of his wet cock thrusting into your mouth and your gags fill the room. Your fingers dig into his still suit-pants covered legs, grounding you, while your boyfriend uses your mouth to his liking. His groans get louder, his breath heavier, and you can feel his thick length twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck, such a filthy little mouth you have, baby doll,” he mutters under his breath, tugging at your hair. The cool metal of his fingers on your head soothes the sting of his harsh grip. Bucky's hips stutter; he pushes into you completely, making you gag once more. As much as you try to breathe through your nose, he’s just too thick and hits all the right spots to make you gag around him anyway. “Wanna have my cum? Fuck, gonna cum down your throat, so you better swallow.”

You nod, looking up at him. Bucky groans, seeing the fucked-out look on your face. You look just so pretty on your knees for him with his cock down your throat and your nose pressing against his stomach. He gives you another shallow thrust before his right hand curls around your chin and his warm cum fills your mouth, flowing down your throat.

Bucky's breath hitches, his hand keeping you in place until you swallow all of his cum. Then, he lets go of you softly, looking at you to check if he went too far. But when you whimper and bring one of your hands to your cunt, he growls. Bucky pushes his feet between your thighs, nudging your knees for you to spread them further.

“Hands up, baby doll,” he mumbles. Bucky lets go of your hair, stroking your head a few times before holding his hand out for you to place yours in his. You shake your head, pouting. “Not gonna repeat myself.”

With a grumble, you lift your arms. Bucky grasps them and holds them up while he brings the tip of his shoe to nudge against your panties covered cunt. He grins when you immediately hump against his shoe, moaning when the tip presses against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Good girl, take what ya need,” Bucky says, keeping your hands still above your head. With his other hand, he unties his tie. He wraps the thin fabric around your wrists, fixing it with a beautiful bow. “Look at you, being my present today, huh?”

You hum, trying to find the perfect rhythm and place for his shoe to rub against you to add the perfect pressure. Bucky moves his foot a bit, helping you out, hitting a particularly sensitive spot when he nudges on an angel against your clit you haven’t tried before. A high-pitched whine falls from your lips, your hips bucking against his foot.

Your panties are soaked, smearing all your arousal over his black leather shoes and causing them to shine even more. Bucky helps you with the movements of his foot, turning you into a whimpering mess. He doesn't even have to use his fingers on you and still knows how to press the right buttons to make you cum.

The coil in your stomach tightens; your threats against him become sloppier the closer you are to your orgasm. Your cunt clenches around notching, your fingers digging almost painfully into Bucky’s thighs, while he keeps your hands in his. His fingers curl around your chin, tilting your head back.

“Look at me when you cum, baby doll,” he growls, smirking. Bucky’s metal thumb runs over your lips, parting them slowly. He pushes the cool digit into your mouth, watching you suck his thumb. A low rumble leaves his chest, his shoe pressing against your sensitive clit, causing you to whine around his thumb. “Cum, let go for me. Make a mess all over my shoe, such a sweet girl for me, so naughty while looking so fuckin’ innocent.”

Your cunt clenches around nothing, the coil snaps, and you let yourself fall against his leg while keeping your eyes locked with his. Bucky smiles, admiring the soft pout, the narrow of your fluttering eyes when you come all over him. You whimper; the tip of his shoe keeps nudging against you, and when you try to move away, Bucky holds you in place with your arms on his hand.

“Good girl, such a good girl, but what do you say?” He asks, pressing against your clit.

“T-Thank you, sir,” you mumble. You look up at him, his blue eyes soft and tender while a satisfied smile forms on his plump lips. Bucky removes his foot from between your legs, lowering himself to pick you up, turning you around.

Your back is pressed against his firm chest, the fabric of his shirt rubbing along your sensitive skin when Bucky pushes you over his desk. The papers underneath are forgotten when he lets his eyes roam over your body. His metal fingers slide from your neck along your back to your ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Buck—” A firm slap with his cool hand against your wet pussy makes you yelp, and you immediately correct your mistake. “S-Sir, wanna look at you.”

“You wanna look at me when I ruin your sweet cunt?” He asks, his voice growing lower. Bucky places both of his hands on your waist, manhandling you. Within a second you're lying on your back, your legs dangling off the table, spread wide for Bucky to stand between them. You nod your head, spreading your legs further, before wrapping them around his waist to pull him closer.

Bucky chuckles, landing another harsh slap with his metal hand on your cunt. You try to wiggle away from him, earning another slap against your folds. You whimper, pouting at your boyfriend, who has way too much fun spanking your pussy with his metal hand.

“What is it, pouty baby now?” Bucky quirks a brow, leaning forward to press his lips on yours. You hum, letting your tongue slide over his lips, but it only earns you another slap to your cunt. The sting of his harsh slaps is being soothed by the coolness of the metal when he runs it up and down your red, swollen folds. “Patience, baby doll.”

“Wanna— need your cock, sir,” you whine, wiggling your hips once more. Bucky sighs, slapping his hand down on your wet cunt once more. He growls dangerously low in his throat, warning you to be more patient, or he will deliver you a real spanking. “Ow, Sir, please. I'm sorry.”

“Good girl,” he mumbles, leaning back. Bucky wraps his calloused hand around his cock, slapping it against your sensitive cunt, making you moan softly. Running his tub through your folds, he coats his cock in your arousal, nudging your clit every now and then. He lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing the tip softly into you, groaning at your warmth and tightness. “Fuck, baby doll, you feel fucking amazin’.”

You take a deep breath, the stretch of his dick almost painful. No matter how often you have sex with your boyfriend, he manages to split you in half every time his cock enters your cunt. Bucky runs his hands up and your sides, something you while he pushes further into you, letting you feel every inch and every vein of his cock.

“Taking my cock like a good girl, don't you? Yeah, you're my good girl. You feel so good, baby doll,” Bucky mutters, leaning over you. His fingers snaking up to your arms, tickling you slightly. His forehead rests against yours, his expression soft while he pushes the last inch of his cock into you. You moan into Bucky’s mouth when he presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moan. “Those sweet noises are only for me to hear, baby doll.”

“Please, need you, sir,” you moan, wiggling your hips. Bucky closes his eyes for a moment. Your movements and the clenching of your already tight cunt make it hard for him to not cum inside of you before he even moves.

Bucky grits his teeth, groaning, before he pulls out of you slowly. He hisses when the cool air of the room hits his cock, missing the warmth of your tight pussy already. Bucky pushes his hips forward again, sliding back into you. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix, causing the two of you to moan in unison.

“Perfect little cunt, perfect girl. My perfect baby doll,” Bucky breathes out, his lips capturing yours once more. The pace of his thrusts speeds up, hitting your spongy spot with every one of his thrusts. Your walls hug his cock tightly, making it hard for him to move out of you, while your cunt is sucking him back in. “Fuck, baby doll, your cunt is just as eager as you, needing me deep inside of you, huh?”

You giggle softly, throwing your head back when he hits your cervix again. Bucky keeps your arms pinned down with his, his body lying on yours, while he snaps his hips into yours. “Wanna touch you, sir.”

“You wanna ruin my hair, baby doll. But can't let you do it, have to walk out of the office without looking fucked out because my girl sucked me dry,” he mumbles, kissing you once more. Heat creeps up your face, and Bucky chuckles while his lips linger on yours for a moment longer. Then he kisses along your jaw and neck. “When we are home, you can run your fingers through my hair as much as you want; you can touch me all night if your sweet heart desires that.”

You nod, grinning at him. Bucky chuckles, thrusting his hips harsher against yours. “No, be good and be quiet, or everyone will hear how needy I get for my girl's pretty pussy,” Bucky growls, knowing he can't hold back any longer. And taking care that you're quiet and being quiet himself is something he hasn't figured out, so he can either shut you up and moan like a teenager getting pussy for the first time or trust you that you stay quiet. “Better idea…”

With that he presses his lips on yours, harshly. Bucky keeps moving his hips, thrusting into you with hard and fast thrusts. Both of your moans get swallowed by one another. His shirt rubs against your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to shriek when the coil in your stomach tightens once again.

Bucky chuckles, biting into your lower lip. With a loud moan of his name, you come, your pussy clenching around him while your eyes flutter shut. His teeth dig further into your lip, wanting you to look at him when he comes inside of you. Bucky keeps fucking you through your orgasm, your cunt squeezing him, and with a particular hard thrust and his cock hitting your cervix once more, he empties himself in your cunt. Bucky's cock twitching inside of you, ropes of warm cum spilling into you. His eyes are locked with yours.

“Fuck, bet they heard us. But at least they know you're mine. The front guy had his gaze lingering on you too long for my liking,” Bucky growls, trying to catch his breath. You feel his cum slowly flowing out of you, his cock still deep in your clenching cunt, while Bucky smirks down at you. “I love you, baby doll; you're the most precious thing ever.”

Bucky gets off of you, his cock remaining inside of you. You whimper quietly, the warmth of his body now missing. Your boyfriend chuckles softly, pulling you up with him, both of your bodies covered in sweat. He sits back down, keeping you in his lap.

You immediately snuggle into him, kissing his neck while you unbutton his shirt. Bucky chuckles, moving closer to the table again. You snake your hands underneath the fabric. Your chest pressed against his, you start kissing his soft skin, humming when he rubs one of his hands along your back and sides.

“My businessman, mhm, congressman, my favorite,” you mumble, looking around to watch Bucky order the papers you moved with your action on the table.

“All yours, let me just order those, and then we can go home. But it looks like you already found a way to touch me,” he chuckles, taking your hands to untie them so you can hug him better. You mumble softly under your breath how much you love him, though he's spitting your poor pussy with his cock, but that you love his dick anyways. Bucky chuckles, happy for his enhanced hearing, or else he wouldn’t have understood. He pecks your lip, letting them linger on your warm and soft one for a moment. His tongue darts out instinctively, licking over yours and his lips. “I love you, too, baby doll. Will make it up to you, with dinner and to your pussy with dessert.”

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The frosty night air stung Danny’s face as he flew aimlessly for a good half hour, having shifted into his ghost form out of habit when he was wandering the skies. He welcomed the sting in his eyes and pain on the ridges of his cheeks that weren’t covered by his mask. A bitter distraction from the breaking, overwhelming emotions plaguing his body like a rampant virus with no cure. It, and the focus on flying was the only thing keeping him from breaking down into a sobbing mess unable to rise from being crumpled on the floor.

Maybe if he just ran himself ragged he wouldn’t have the energy to cry, and maybe then his mind would be empty enough to think logically.

It was a fruitless hope. One that Danny became more painfully aware of the longer he was out there. Eventually just flying around wasn’t enough to keep him distracted, so he started to look for something else. He didn’t have money, so finding anywhere that had late night games, or a movie to watch wasn’t an option. And while he could have easily slipped into a movie without paying, the smothering guilt he was already feeling wouldn’t allow him to add another wrong deed to his tab. He’d let so many people die. So many people who were his responsibility to keep safe. And he’d failed them all. It drove his mind to seek the only thing that might make him feel slightly better. Maybe if he helped someone else in this realm he could feel like he could work towards paying for the endless debt he’d accrued.

Those half formed thoughts were what led Danny to coast through the darker streets covered with more debris and disrepair. Places where rotten people were cruel to those who would rather not have been there in the first place. And at this time of night in Gotham, it wasn’t hard to find someone in need of help.

“Aw geez. You guys are doped up on venom aren’t ya?”

Semi familiar sounds of a more down to earth brawl had led Danny to float unseen above a group of four people in a run down alley. As he absently rubbed his eye and sniffed for the hundredth time, he watched for a moment just to make sure he wouldn’t get involved in something like a feud between gangs. He wasn’t about to let anyone die on his watch, but he did know better than to stick his nose in the complicated dealings of gang wars and the like.

From what he could tell though, this was just an unfortunate woman getting chased by three oddly oversized men keen on giving her a beating. Danny wasn’t sure what venom was in this context, but based on what he’d seen the woman didn’t seem to be a bad person. A little rough around the edges, but no one who deserved to get mauled by steroid pumped brutes.

Giving his eye one last rub, Danny drew a breath to steady himself as he dropped back into a fall towards the fighting. The woman was doing well to hold her own, and her movements made Danny think she wasn’t just some casual civilian. But whoever she was fighting against seemed to be way stronger than the average human, even for people who focused on building strength. Danny had watched the woman swing a pipe at them and not do any damage, and that was enough for him to not feel too bad when he swooped down to back roundhouse kick the guy closest to her. The brute was launched back into the pile of garbage surrounding an overstuffed dumpster, and Danny let out a stifled noise as the motion stressed his injury worse than he’d anticipated, causing his breath to momentarily hitch. While the other brutes were stunned by their possible leader getting kicked across the alley, Danny took a second while crouched where he landed to wait for the pain in his ribs to subside.

“HOLY-” Harleen sputtered, cutting off when she recognized an obvious pain response from the one who had just dropped in to rescue her. With them having come from the sky and kicked someone that hard she’d thought one of the Supers was there. But he had the completely wrong color scheme. And his apparent age and obvious signs of being injured made her worried. “Kid, are you okay-?”

“You’re gonna regret that punk!” the second brute growled, breaking out of his daze to stomp towards Danny.

“I doubt it,” Danny muttered, ignoring Harleen’s question. Rising to his feet with an involuntary grimace, he stepped between the assailants and Harleen. “Didn’t realize we spoke the same language,” he spoke up, raising his voice for the brutes to hear. “You should leave now before I return the warning with an actual threat.”

The third brute cackled a laugh, scoffing and looking Danny over from more than a head above him. “Oh yeah? You and-?”

A relatively small blast of ice slamming into the hulking man cut off his retort, coming from a flick of Danny’s hand as he really didn’t want to deal with banter right then.

The remaining brute wasn’t stunned from the display for nearly as long as before, glancing back at his knocked over and half frozen companion before turning to snarl at Danny. “Damn meta. I’ll kill you!”

“I’m already dead,” Danny retorted, voice much more calm than he’d originally intended as he uncurled his fists at his sides. His green eyes flashed brilliant blue as the ice burst from his palms and rippled up his arms in coils of blue flames, his form lowering into an offensive crouch. And just for good measure he pushed his ghostly aura into the surroundings for good measure, infusing the shadows with the inherent eerie paranoia the presence of ghosts caused people to feel. He’d found that while nothing actually happened, living people tended to think things did. Their own anxiety causing them to see things in the shadows that weren’t actually there. Proven by the two conscious brutes suddenly snapping their attention at various spaces in their surroundings.

“B’bullshit,” the second brute stammered, shifting uneasily and while not quite scared off he was definitely less inclined to go through with his attack. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Considering how hard it had been for his family to find ectoplasm in this place, Danny didn’t blame them for believing that. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t real, and standing right there. “Oh really?” he asked, lifting his hands to sweep in front of his face before making slicing motions over his own neck. As his hands passed over his face he let his eyes blank out white, froze the residual tear stains on his cheeks into prominent icy marks, and turned his neck invisible. And as a final addition to the performance he’d crunched a small piece of ice under his shoe while cranking his head just a little too far to the side.

The two brutes ran screaming, completely ditching their last ally to scramble after them as he’d barely regained a semblance of consciousness before seeing a visitor from the grave.

Harleen on the other hand let out a shaky attempt at a laugh. “That’s right, you half rate bozos better git outta here!” she hollered after the fleeing men, breathing a sigh of relief when Danny allowed the creepy sensation to fall along with his act.

“You okay?” Danny asked once Harleen turned back to look at him, slinging the pipe over her shoulders with practiced ease.

“Am I okay?” Harleen sputtered, swinging her weight forward to try and peer at Danny’s side as if she could see the injury underneath the suit. “Are you okay? I heard that grunt from before y’know. You shouldn’t be out here if ya hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Danny hushed, backing away from her prying gaze but giving away the fact he was injured by reaching up to press a hand against the offending ribs. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a residual injury. Nothing to worry about,” he stammered, knowing he’d just given himself away.

“Ya, sure you are,” Harleen scoffed. “Have ya even gotten it looked at properly? Yer new around here, aren’t ya? I haven’t seen ya before, so it’s easy to tell… Why don’t you come with me? I can show you some-a the ropes around here.”

That was a bunch of questions at once that Danny found hard to answer, but welcomed as a distraction. He gained a half smile looking up at the woman once she had stopped leaning over, but any response he had caught in his throat when a heavy thump greeted them from behind him.

“Harley.”

Apparently Jason had found him, and knew this woman. Danny hadn’t seen the red helmet costume before, but it was hard to mistake the familiar aura Jason had. Only this time it made him anxiously curl his hands over his arms and step back from both of them.

“Hoodie!” Harleen greeted cheerfully before realizing something that made her expression fall. “Don’t tell me the kid’s one-a your’s. Didn’t realize you were into picking up minors.”

“Phantom is a special case. I’ll take it from here,” Jason responded gruffly, folding his arms but decidedly not trying to bridge the gap between him and Danny.

“I should give you a stern talkin’ to for lettin’ a kid wander around out here and take on some-a Bane’s goonies while hurt-”

“Harley,” Jason interrupted her, putting a slight growl in his tone. “I said I would handle it.”

That caused Harley to pause, and then give a weak chuckle. “Well darn, kid. Don’t be too hard on him. I’ve already taken a liking to him, so I might stick my nose in your business if you rough him up too much,” she teased, then waved her hand and turned to leave when Jason huffed an annoyed breath. “Yeah yeah, don’t get your tizzies in a knot. I’m going.” she drawled, pausing for just a moment to give Danny a wink. “Take care of yourself suga. It’s nice to have more of your kind around than the others.”

Danny could only hesitantly nod, not sure he wanted to let Harleen go since she was keeping his mind occupied, but also not wanting to cause more of a fuss with the others. It was only when she was out of sight that Jason spoke up again instead of only watching Danny carefully.

“C’mon. Let’s go,” Jason shrugged his shoulder to beckon Danny, turning to lead him, but stopping when Danny took a step away from him instead.

“I’m not going back,” Danny blurted quietly, gripping his upper arms a little tighter. “...Not yet.”

“D-... This isn’t the place to be hanging around,” Jason half grumbled, having not expected Danny to be belligerent when they found him.

“I’m not stupid. I’ll be fine,” Danny insisted, feeling the bomb of emotions he’d buried for a moment threatening to burst again.

“You’re not familiar with the area, and you shouldn’t be out here alone,” Jason retorted, taking a step towards Danny this time. He knew first hand that angry teenage kids were prime targets for the worst Gotham had to offer.

“I’m not going back.”

“Kid, I’m not going to argue with you. Not here-”

“I’m not going back!” Danny finally snapped, then flinched and withdrew a little more. Jason didn’t deserve that, and he should know better to explain himself like Jazz was always insisting he did. “Look- I’m fine. I just can’t-... I just…. I need to blow off some steam.”

“Look, that’s fine. I get it. But not here, and not on your own,” Jason insisted, taking another step forward and getting a slight growl when Danny just took another step back. “I get it, kid. You wanna blow off some steam? Fine. I got a whole list of hits we can go clean up until you feel better, no problem-”

“I don’t want to KILL anyone!” Danny snapped, aghast and faltering for words for a moment before running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Hasn’t there been enough death?! Haven’t enough people died because of me?! I’m trying to save someone so that maybe-” His voice caught in the lump in his throat, and he smothered down a choked cry as his eyes began to water again. He felt stupid, and misunderstood, and like a pathetic failure. Why did people keep thinking he was violent? Why couldn’t he communicate properly? Why was he such a failure?

The reaction was enough to get Jason to smother down his own anxiousness and actually pay attention to Danny instead of just being worried someone was watching. Drawing a steading sigh, Jason raised a hand to bridge the gap between them a little this time. “...Alright, we can do that too. Just … let me stay with you. Or the others are going to keep chasing you down and causing a bigger mess. You shouldn't be alone out here.”

“Why not?” Danny choked through a half sob, covering his eyes with his hands. “I've always done this on my own anyway. Just little old me, screwing everything up by my lonesome.”

“…You don't have to be alone though,” Jason chose to respond, focusing on keeping someone with the boy over anything else.

The comment was unexpected, and Danny froze for a moment before peeking through his fingers at Jason with a teary squint. “…..why do you all say the same thing?” First Tim, now Jason? Was it just because they were siblings? Was that just how their team worked?

“Because it's true?.....” Jason said, but earned a snort from Danny when he sounded slightly uncertain. “Now just…. Take a minute, and breathe. Please? Or at least just get over here.” Both hands were raised now, and this time Danny let him approach.

“It’s just-...” Danny tried to start speaking, causing Jason to tense a little before he realized the kid was opening up a little. The tears starting to spill from Danny’s eyes were an obvious sign he wasn’t managing to hold everything back any longer. Danny himself hated how he once again sounded so pathetic. Like a helpless, sobbing toddler even as he tried to force his voice into words instead of incoherent broken sobs. “What if it’s really my fault? My parents- my classmates- the entire freaking world- What if I really was the one who screwed up- what if I was the one that caused the explosion - what if it never would have happened if I had just…let them use me? If I had just let them open the gateway, and figured out how to close it after-” Then he would be dead. Probably. “Or if I had just-”

At that point Jason stopped him, throwing his hands around Danny’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. “There’s nothing you should have done differently. You hear me?” he stressed, feeling his heart trying to smother itself from what this child was saying. Even though he didn’t know exactly what had happened, he’d seen the results. Seen how Danny had barely survived whatever fight he’d been in. A fight someone his age shouldn’t have been put through in the first place. “Even if it was because of what you did or didn't do, you're still not the one to blame,” Jason continued, squeezing Danny tightly and to make damn sure this child didn’t blame himself for someone else’s moronic behavior. “You didn't make the stuff that caused the realm to break, you tried to stop it. None of this would have happened if they hadn’t done what they did. And you tried to protect everyone, and stop it when no one else did, right? Well the stupid thing is…,” he had to pause as his own voice cracked for a moment, memories of his own mishap that hadn’t ended up like Danny’s situation despite being rather similar. “...The stupid thing is, no matter how hard you try, how much you care, sometimes bad things are always going to happen anyway. And it’s no one’s fault, and there isn’t anything anyone could have done to make it better. And it sucks. It really does. But you’re still here. And it’s better to try and make something good out of what’s left.” Another pause as he steadied his breath. “The point is… The difference between good people and bad people is that good people try to make the good things outweigh the bad. And you're a good person.”

That caused Danny to give a choked sob, memories of the future version of himself flashing through his head. This time it was only his parents that were gone, but he’d still had the brief thought that he didn’t want to feel anything. Just like before. “You don't even know-”

“I know that your idea of ‘blowing off steam’ is to go find people who need help and save them,” Jason interrupted, not going to take any of Danny’s excuses about not knowing him as a person or the like. “And I know that even this world's beacon of goody two shoes goodness Superman goes off to sulk in a secluded space instead. I think that's good enough for me to prove you're better at this ‘being a good person’ thing than the rest of us.”

Danny half sobbed and half wheezed, not able to fully counter Jason’s comment this time. He didn’t know why. He just always felt better when he went to help someone while he was upset. He never thought it made him a good person. Especially with so many people being afraid of him and not even treating him as human in the first place. And with thinking of his home again Danny couldn’t keep even a semblance of a hold on his emotions anymore. A broken cry finally left him as he sagged against Jason, clinging to the back of his jacket and feeling his knees buckle as he sobbed and offered his pitiful human wails to the sky. He didn’t feel like a good person right then. But at least one person didn’t blame him for what had happened. And for now Jason just gave a sad sigh, lowering both of them to the filthy alley ground and texting his siblings to ask them to keep the surroundings clear. Danny didn’t need an audience. But At least the others could make sure he was undisturbed. And at least Jason could hold this broken kid together while he cried.

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Hahahah eeehhhhhh I got super distracted and took awhile D I was not planning on leaving that drama from before for so long. But part of the distraction was that I figured I'd just write the rest of the story all at once so I could make sure it was coherent (ish). X'D So yeah, the story is all written now, I just have to draw pictures 8'D There'll be 3 more chapters and then a short epilogue after this one =v=

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episode 3.

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pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, exes-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 5.3k (not proofread yet!)

warnings: cussing, jealousy, heist (aka don't do that kids).

summary: despite you and min ho growing closer once again, he still sends you mixed signals about what he wants. and you don't know how long you can handle this back and forth. especially when you know you'll be spending seollal with him... and stella.

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As soon as you saw Stella, you pushed Min Ho away from you. She was beyond mad, she was hurt. Before you could say anything, she shook her head in disappointment and left as she disappeared into the school building. You looked at Min Ho, who was avoiding your eyes.

"You didn't tell her you weren't interested, did you?"

With a sigh, he shook his head no. "I didn't get to speak to her, let's say."

"A text, Min Ho, no?" you said in disbelief.

"The one I was really trying to text was not responding."

"Yeah, and you should have taken it as a sign maybe."

His Adam's apple bopped. "Then why did you kiss me?"

You pointed at him. "You're the one who kissed me."

"What? Why would I want to kiss you?"

It felt like a knife went through your heart. You were baffled that, only seconds ago, you were letting yourself fall in love with him again. Although he was noticeably frustrated with you, it wasn't hard to see he regretted what he said right after the words left his mouth.

"Sorry, it just-"

"Whatever, Min Ho..."

Crossing your arms, you held them close to your body. To this, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around you. Your face still showed anger but you did nothing to stop him.

"I'll talk to Stella," he assured.

"Yeah, and I will too. I'll say this was in the spur of the moment."

He scoffed. "So, it meant nothing?"

Your shoulders dropped. "What do you want me to say?"

His mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. Visibly, he was as confused as you were. And while you didn't hate it, you were afraid you only hurt yourself.

"Sure," he finally spoke. "It was in the spur of the moment."

The corner of your mouth lifted the slightest, a sign of gratitude. "Thanks. We're good?"

"We're good."

You shared a hug that you could describe as the most awkward physical interaction you'd had in life, and you went your separate ways, not forgetting to give back his jacket beforehand. By then, hunger had died down and the softness of your mattress was all you could think of. You dreaded the discussion you'd have to share with Stella, but you couldn't just stop yourself from going home.

When you walked in, she was on her laptop and sat on the couch. At the sound of you entering the place, she glared at you before focusing on the screen again. You slowly approached her.

"Hey, can we talk?"

She frowned. "About how you promised nothing was going on with Min Ho before giving me his number, only to kiss him right in front of me?"

Ouch. As much as you hated hearing that, you couldn't deny that she was pretty spot on.

"It's not what it looks like-"

She suddenly shut the laptop before looking at you right in the eyes. "Did you do it to humiliate me or something?"

"What? Of course not!"

"Then explain to me what is going on," she breathed out, her voice softening.

You allowed yourself to take a seat next to her. "Min Ho and I, we have a complicated relationship. I am trying my best to become his friend again, no feelings involved. What you saw earlier was nothing but a moment of weakness where we both fell back into old feelings. I swear, it was nothing."

She cocked her head to the side. "It seemed pretty passionate to me."

"I promise, it meant nothing. Have him all you want, I won't overstep again."

Even if you were more trying to convince yourself than her, she ended up accepting your explanation, thanking you for being honest with her. But were you?

You hurried to join Dae and Kitty as soon as you saw them in the crowd. Q had been showering the whole gang with messages about how the track meet was important to him, meaning he wanted everyone to be there for him. Your only surprise was to not see his face among the team, who was already settled for the track to start. Out of breath, you joined your two friends who seemed as lost as you were.

"This is crazy. Where is Q?" Dae spoke what everyone was thinking.

"I have no idea, but that is the guy he was all over last night at the club," Kitty pointed to one of the track members.

Dae scoffed. "Q ditched me for Jin? But he's Q's rival, and he's a big jerk."

"Yeah, well, looks like Q might have gotten played," you sighed before turning to take a look around in hopes to spot Q.

That when you saw Min Ho and Stella, seated in a very cozy manner on the bleachers. While Stella waved at you kindly, Min Ho stared at the floor, visibly ashamed you 'caught' him hanging out with the person he was supposedly not interested in — also considering he kissed you the day prior. You were not going to let it affect you. Like you had both established, it meant nothing.

Alex coming out to announce start of the race was enough to make you forget about that weird feeling in your stomach. "Runners, please take your marks for the 100-meter dash qualifying. The winner will represent KISS-"

"We have to do something!" Kitty exclaimed.

You nodded. "I have an idea."

Before either could question you, you ran to the track. You purposefully dropped your bracelet, one that belonged to your mother, and began to act distressed as you looked around the ground. You didn't hesitate to let out grunts of frustration and comments on your foolishness for losing your jewelry.

The crowd began to chatter amongst themselves, wondering why you were interrupting the race. Kitty and Dae were trying to tell you with hand movements to stop, but you couldn't let Alex start the run when Q wasn't here.

"Y/N, get off the track!" Alex called out.

Out of panic — well mostly because you ran out of ideas — you dropped on the ground, faking to have fainted. Frankly, the ground was quite comfortable as you closed your eyes, only feeling the wind grazing against your skin... and fingers?

"Y/N!" Min Ho yelled, worried. "Y/N, you all right?"

As he rubbed your shoulder, shaking it slightly to see if you were fine, you opened an eye to glare at him. "I'm trying to cause a diversion, dummy!"

His shoulders relaxed, but he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He held his hand out for you to grab, and by hearing Q finally arriving, you took it. Helping you up, he could only chuckle.

"What?"

"That's the last thing I'd have expected you to do. I mean, since when do you like being the center of attention."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "I don't. But I care about Q, who should be both our focus right now."

You didn't let him reply as you joined your friends — and Stella, to cheer on Q. As soon as the race started, your eyes were fixated on him. He started out great, being the first up. However, it didn't take long for Jin to surpass him.

"Come on, Q," you muttered to yourself.

"Let's go!" Kitty encouraged.

Unfortunately, the cheers you heard were all for Jin who made it first. You still all clapped, although you were visibly disappointed.

"Have I been mean to Juliana?"

You groaned, throwing your book at the end of your bed. All you wanted was one morning without Kitty complaining about ruining Yuri and Juliana living together by letting it slip out in front of Principal Lee. So far, so good since you were the one to take Yuri's bed in their room. That worked out for you since you wanted to avoid Stella. Yeah, because Min Ho clearly did not turn her down and they continued to be 'a thing'.

"What did you do, now?"

"Nothing!" she almost yelled, making you jump. "She was eating her cereal, then I tried to confide to her about Praveena, but she just left. She said she had stuff to do but I think she's making up excuses. Did I say something?"

"Beside the fact you were the cause for Yuri to move out?"

She deadpanned at you. "Yes, beside that."

You shrugged. "She might actually have something to do."

She whined. "You're not helping."

"Forget about them," you said, getting off your bed and grabbing your school bag. "We have to get to the assembly anyway."

Min Ho: Y/N?

"Uh..." you stopped on your tracks.

"Everything alright?" Kitry questioned, trying to catch a glimpse of your phone screen.

"Yeah, you go ahead. I'll join you at the assembly."

She seemed unsure but nodded nonetheless before leaving you alone. You looked in her room to see if Stella was still home, and when you noticed no signs of her, you dialed Min Ho's number.

He picked up right away. "I thought you'd ignore me!"

"What do you want?" you cut right to the chase.

"I was just grabbing coffee before class. Since we don't live in the same dorm anymore, I just wanted to know if you wanted one."

You scoffed. "What about your girlfriend? What is she going to say when she learns you're getting your ex coffee?"

"Hey, we're still friends, no? And Stella's not my girlfriend."

You hesitated. But, coffee is coffee after all. "Alright. You know how I like it?"

"How can I forget?"

You could hear the smile from his voice and, ultimately, it made you smile too. "I'll join you in a bit, then?"

"Just hurry before it gets cold."

And so, you took off, not forgetting to grab your umbrella in the process since it was raining lightly. It took you less than five minutes from your dorm to the coffee trailer. Min Ho, in all of his glory, stood patiently next to it with two cups in hands and his hair slightly damped since he put his umbrella away until you arrived. He was rocking his body back and forth, visibly waiting.

"You could have gotten me a large," you commented, grabbing his attention.

He chuckled. "For you, m'lady," he held the coffee to you.

You grabbed it, glad to see it was still warm. "Thanks."

He opened his umbrella again and you walked side by side towards the school building. Taking a sip, you were more than happy to get warmed up. Plus, it was just how you liked it.

"The ones you make are still better," you pointed out.

"I know," he cocked an eyebrow. "I hate to say this but it is different without you at the dorms."

"Don't get all nostalgic, it doesn't suit you."

He sipped his coffee before shrugging. "It's a fact, though. I have nobody to bicker with."

Your eyes grew, offended, and just when you were about to give him a slight slap on the arm, you were quickly interrupted by his father.

"So, how's my favourite student doing?" Mr. Moon asked, only for Min Ho to react disgusted.

"A bit early for blatant nepotism, dad."

"I was talking to your girlfriend, the shark," he pointed towards you and you body stiffened.

"Sorry about that... again. And we're not-"

He cut you off. "It's okay, I loved it," he complimented before turning to his son. "So, have you decided about the cabin for the long weekend?" Noticing Min Ho only seemed confused, he continued. "Just you and me, one-on-one on the slopes? You used to love when I took you skiing as a kid."

"That was Joon Ho. Not me. Anyways, Stella and I have plans this weekend."

"Oh I thought-" Mr. Moon started, glancing at you for a second. "Nevermind. Well, it would be a shame to let this house go to waste, again," he said before leaving the two of you be.

"Y/N-" Min Ho started, obviously wanting to explain the Stella thing.

But you ignored it. "Your dad's not doing a Seollal get-together with the whole family?"

He sighed, upset by your avoidance but he still answered. "All my siblings are spending the holidays with their moms. Joon Ho is on tour, meaning I'm his last resort."

"I mean, he is still putting in the effort of asking you. Who knows, maybe it's a chance for you to-"

"Torture myself?" he interrupted you. "Forget it. We have an assembly to go to before class."

The assembly in itself was not so interesting, as per usual. Stella joined Min Ho, to begin with, which did not please you much. Especially seeing her hold Min Ho's arm the way you used to. Otherwise, Alex was trying his best to catch the students' interest, which was pretty sad to watch. Madison was being the Korean obsessed girl that she is. And Mr. Moon had to steal the show. He announced a student talent showcase at the end of the semester where the winner would receive a cash prize. At the mention of it, you immediately looked at Dae.

And by the end of the assembly, your friends seemed to have the same thought as they encouraged Dae to sign up for it, while Kitty and Stella followed behind the four of you, having a conversation of their own.

"You have to enter the contest," Q said excitedly. "You have the voice of an angel."

Dae nodded. "My family could use the money. But singing is just, like, my hobby."

"I got you, bro. I'll coach you. Manager-performer dream team, baby," Min Ho offered. "And, I won't even take commission."

Dae chuckled, remaining doubtful. "But do you think I could actually win?"

"Yeah," you and Q affirmed.

That visibly encouraged him. "Okay, then. Let's do it."

Arriving at the dance studio, you came to fetch Dae after he texted you. Apparently, Min Ho and Eunice were making his first rehearsal hell and knowing you, he hoped you could get him out of it. As you walked in, you were less than surprised to see Stella tagging along as she observed Dae dancing messily. You chuckled to yourself, leaning on the door frame to not disturb them. You wanted to see Dae suffer a bit, it was kind of funny.

"This isn't going to work," he let out, discouraged.

Eunice scoffed. "It is not my fault that you can't handle a little constructive criticism."

Stella sighed. "Okay, why don't you tell them your brilliant idea?" she asked Min Ho, not forgetting to touch his arm in the process.

You swallowed whatever feeling you were having as Min Ho spoke. "Well, I thought of the cherry on top for your performance. When the song ends, you spin around, bend her back, and lay one on her."

Dae frowned. "What do you mean, 'lay one on her'?"

"What I mean is..."

You wanted a show, you got a show. Spinning Stella around, Min Ho swiftly held her before bending her back, just like he had described. And he laid one on her. Their lips met briefly but the small gesture was enough to make your eyes water. What hurt even more was Stella's satisfied grin, like she had won something. Maybe she did.

"My boy's right."

You jumped at the voice while Mr. Moon walked in the room past you. Finally, Min Ho spotted you. You couldn't tell what his face was saying, but it was nothing good. It was a mix of shame, fear, guilt... And to be honest, you couldn't care less about how he was feeling.

"Your instinct is so spot on, son," he continued and Min Ho nodded, thankful. "All right, I won't distract you. I just wanted to say Baek Jong Won said he'll be happy to cook a dinner at the cabin this weekend. I know how much you love his ramyun."

"The famous chef?" Stella asked, stars in her eyes almost.

"Yeah, he's just a family friend. Think about it." He turned around to leave and smiled at you in acknowledgement as he went past you again. "Miss Park, always a pleasure."

"Your dad's really trying," Stella said, but was ignored.

"Where were we?" Min Ho went back to Eunice and Dae.

"I was just about to leave," Dae said, looking at you. "Sorry, I can't do this."

He joined you while the others called for him. Min Ho frowned, looking back and forth at the both of you but you just took Dae's wrist and rushed to get him out of there — get you both out of there. Deciding you both deserved food for each of your problems, you went to the convenience store to get some instant noodles together. You insisted that it was on you, and even if Dae tried to pay for himself, he ended up letting you take care of it.

Finally seated, you both slurped in silence, enjoying the flavours rather than speak about your issues. That was something the both of you needed terribly. But you couldn't avoid it for too long.

"I think I won't do the talent showcase," Dae stated.

You moved your eyes from your food to him. "One bad rehearsal does not mean you have to give up."

"Did you see me there, Y/N? I was a mess."

You shook your head. "You were definitely out of your comfort zone, but you weren't a mess. You had three people working with you, that's something. They know you've got what it takes."

He sighed. "I don't know... Ah, and sorry about Min Ho. I didn't know they would kiss in front of you or..."

You smiled. "Thank you for worrying, but I'm fine. You know just like me that it's hard, but you have to accept it won't be the same anymore."

He nodded in agreement. "You and me are pretty much on the same boat, yeah."

"Besides, I'm just glad he at least found someone nice and not some random fangirl."

You both shared some laughter. It felt amazing to spend time with him like this. You reminded yourself once more that he was a true friend you could rely on.

The moment was short as you phone began to ring. Both of you looked at the contact. Speaking of your exes, Kitty was the one calling you.

"What's up?" you answered.

"You know how quiet and subtle you are?"

You raised an eyebrow, unsure as to what she was saying. "I guess."

"I'm planning a small heist with Praveena, but we need help..." she said, trying to not sound too crazy.

"Kitty!"

"I need my mom's time capsule and the only way I can get it is by stealing it."

You shut your eyes, discouraged. "How did you come up with that idea?"

"It was Praveena's, actually. Please, Y/N, I really could use some help."

You breathed out. "You can sneak in without me."

"You know how to walk in a room without being noticed. I could use you as a guide!"

"Ugh... Fine, I'll come."

"Oh my God, you're an angel."

"I am aware," you chuckled.

"I do need one last favor from you, though. Please?"

You paused. "What is it?"

Dressed in dark clothes, you followed Kitty to the archives to join Praveena. For a date, this was... something for sure. You spotted the girl soon enough and she waved at you all.

"Oh, great. You brought the mouse and the muscle."

"I'm the muscle?" Min Ho asked and you lightly kicked his side with your elbow.

"Don't get too excited. Like I said, we just need someone tall enough to reach the high stuff," you snorted. "And Dae and Q were busy, so..."

"Hmm, are you sure it's not because you wanted to see me tonight?"

You glared at him. "After having to disinfect my eyes after you and missy's kiss, no thanks."

"Okay," Praveena stopped your bicker. "Huddle up, here's the plan."

You all formed a circle, huddled up, and it was hard to ignore Min Ho's hand placed around your waist. Of fucking course he was still sending you mixed signals while clearly being happy with Stella.

Praveena went on explaining the plan. You immediately got into action and she walked in, acting as a distraction. She exchanged with the old lady at the front desk before signaling for you three to get in. You discreetly crouched down and you rushed in, making as little noise as possible. Kitty and Min Ho followed your lead and you finally got in. You allowed yourself to stand up and turn on your flashlights.

"Why are we going through all this?" Min Ho complained.

"Because I have a whole other side of my family that my mom came here to find. So if this time capsule has a clue on how I can track them down, I have to have it," Kitty whisper-yelled.

"How touching," he said with no emotion whatsoever, causing you to bump the side of his body again. "Hey, will you stop?"

"Show a bit of empathy, here," you rolled your eyes.

"Well, personally, I'd love to erase the existence of half of my family."

Kitty let out a chuckle before going on about looking through the files. Meanwhile, you and Min Ho looked around aimlessly as you keep discussing.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but did your dad fund an entire arts program to spend time with you?"

"That's his move. Big, shallow gesture to make up for not being there. Like inviting me to a ski cabin for Seollal."

"I mean, do you want to fix things with him? I remember you telling me you do miss him," you pointed out, recalling one of your dates.

"I guess so," he admitted. "But... one-on-one time with him is always stressful. It'd be different if there were a bunch of family members around, like there's supposed to be on Seollal. Or even just very annoying and unpleasant people like yourself. As a buffer."

You hummed, faking a smile. "How kind of you," you said before joining Kitty, starting to get annoyed yourself.

He followed you and placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you. "What if we did that?"

You scoffed. "Use me as your buffer?"

"Well, you and the guys. And might as well ask Covey."

Kitty turned to you at the mention of her name. "Oh! I mean, it'd be more fun than hanging out here for the holiday."

You, for once, agreed. "Yeah, I guess. And we'll have your back if your dad's being difficult."

"Still looking out for me, how sweet," he joked.

"Like you said, I'm still your friend."

He was about to say something but noise coming from the front door made you all hide behind shelves.

"Professor Lee, I can assure you I know aisle 12!" Praveena yelled for you to hear.

"Wait, this is aisle 12!" Kitty whispered making you all change you hiding spot. While Kitty took the left, you and Min Ho too the right.

"Why are you shouting?" Mr. Lee asked Praveena. "I am perfectly capable of hearing you as well. I'm not as old as you think."

"I don't think you're old!"

You tried to peek but Min Ho grabbed you a which inevitably brought you back down. "Are you trying to get us caught?"

"I was just-"

He immediately placed his hand over your mouth to hush you. Meanwhile, his eyes glimmered with the little light there was. You began to breathe heavily and you thought he was doing so too. You did feel his hand getting sweaty and a blush a appeared on both of your faces.

"Y/N, about earlier-"

You stopped him, removing his hand from your face. "I'm happy for you."

He frowned. "No, I'm not-"

"I am, really. Stella seems to care about you."

"Don't fake being happy when I'm hurting you."

Kitty joining you lot made you push him away from you as you both stood on your feet. You hadn't even noticed Praveena and Lee were gone by then.

"Praveena just saved our asses. I mean, it's only our second date," she smiled but you and Minho exchanged a look.

"Date?" you scoffed.

"Kitty, she's sweet-talking an old lady whilst you're third-wheeling who used to be the hottest couple in school."

You buried your face in your hands, getting reminded of his cocky ass. "He just meant that it's not much of a date."

"Why don't you bring her skiing?"

Kitty shrugged. "That's kind of a big step." You and Min Ho sighed but Kitty's eyes then lit up. "Oh my God, I think that's it."

Following whete she was pointing at, you finally located the time capsule. Min Ho was quick to get to work, grabbing it for Kitty. Once you've acquired it, you lost no time in getting the hell out of there to join Praveena who was patiently waiting outside. Kitty ran to her for a hug.

"I cannot believe that actually worked. Oh, I wish I had a way to thank you."

"Oh, please," she brushed it off.

Again, you and Min Ho exchanged a look, knowing damn well that you were thinking the exact same thing. And of course, you hated that you still had this type of dynamic.

"Praveena, do you ski?" he asked.

"No, but I snowboard."

Kitty jumped in. "Any chance you want to come with us this weekend to Min Ho's dad's ski cabin?"

"You're inviting me to the Kris Jenner of Korea's vacation home? Hell yeah I wanna come."

"Cool," Kitty giggled. "I can't wait!"

They both began to walk away. As you were about to do the same, Min Ho stopped you by grabbing your hand. You immediately broke away from his hold.

"What?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Don't make this face with me."

"What do you want?"

Seeing you were going to keep the attitude, he spoke. "I know you wanted to cause a diversion the other day, but you forgot your bracelet on the ground."

He took it out of his pocket, presenting it to you. It was still as pretty as shiny as it always has been, maybe even more.

"Min Ho," you breathed out, taking it from him.

"I got it cleaned and I wanted to give it to you when we got coffee. But my dad kind of ruined the moment, so..."

You held it to your chest. "Whatever, I'm just glad I have it back. I forgot that's when I removed it. Thank you."

He nodded. "My pleasure."

He started to walk away, but you were the one to stop him now. "I... My aunt gave me a letter from my father. I haven't opened it yet and I thought we could open it together? I mean, it would definitely help me to read it and maybe it could help you with everything going on with your dad."

He couldn't keep his smile to himself. "I would love to."

The Seollal festival was something everyone had been looking forward to, but especially Juliana. Being the one who she shared her room with now, you listened to her nervousness about exposing her art more than enough. So when it finally came, you were ecstatic to not have to hear about it. And you were also happy for her, obviously.

"Thanks for helping me with setting up the booth."

"No worries," you smiled. "I do want to get food before it runs out..."

She laughed. "Go! Anyway, Yuri should be here any minute."

You ran to get any food you could lay your hands on. It went from Korean delicacies to traditional sweets. And man those sweets were good. From afar, you caught a glimpse of Dae. He seemed to have seen you at the same time since he was already signing for you to come join him. You made your way through the crowd and finally reached him. When you spotted Bora, his little sister, you saw she was eating the same one you had just gotten for yourself.

"Bora, look! We like the same things."

Her eyes grew. "Dae keeps saying it's too sugary, but I think he has bad taste."

You crouched to whisper in her ear. "Between you and me, I think you're right."

She laughed and Dae could only sigh. "Bora, that's your last sweet," he warned and she nodded.

As you sat down, you finally noticed the happy couple who was sat just next to Bora. While you gave Stella a warm smile, you bluntly ignored Min Ho. When you were alone, you were more than happy to be friendly. In front of his new girlfriend, however, it was better to not interact to avoid any argument — that included between you and him, them, or you and her. She was your roommate, you had to have her back somehow.

"Since when do you like children?" he asked.

"You don't know everything about me. That, or you don't pay attention when I talk."

You stared at him with mischievous eyes and he quickly caught on you were simply teasing him. Two could play this game.

"Try me."

Stella put her hand on his arm. "Min Ho," she said in a warning tone.

"What? I like a challenge."

You raised an eyebrow. "Rain check on that, your girlfriend's right. Save your knowledge for trivia night at your dad's cabin."

She seemed to agree with you. "That sounds fun, we should do that instead."

He huffed. "Fine, but we'll see who knows the other better."

The rest of the event went on smoothly surprisingly. Min Ho and you did bicker a lot but Stella joined in instead of being bothered about it. In fact, she and you kind of bonded over some quirks you could not stand about Min Ho. In a way, it felt bittersweet to know she was now the one to enjoy Min Ho's chivalry. On another part, bonding with Stella allowed you to see this as a new chapter. Yes, maybe there will always be a weird tension between Min Ho and you, but you knew you could go past it.

And now, it was time for ski.

"Have you packed?" Stella asked after knocking at your door.

"I just need a few more things and I'll join you."

"I'll be waiting at the cars outside."

You exchanged a smile and you continued to pack. Min Ho did mention there would be a hot tub. And Q did encourage you to buy that one swimsuit when you went shopping. That can never hurt, right? The only thing missing now was the letter. And for the life of you, you could not find it. You were convinced you left it in the bottom drawer of your desk but it was like it vanished into thin air. To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. You were on full panic mode. This was one of the last things your dad left before dying, and your aunt entrusted you with it. How could you lose it?

Seeing that time was passing, you concluded you'd have to look for it when you'd be back. Maybe ask Kitty or Min Ho to help you. Closing your suitcase, you grabbed your coat and headed out.

Only... when you opened the door... you were at loss for words. Not even that, you completely froze at the sight in front of you.

"Covey, cars are here. Let's go!" Min Ho yelled out as he bursted in your dorm.

When his eyes landed on Kitty and Yuri kissing, his reaction was identical to yours. Joining him, you were then noticed by the pair who showed nothing but shame.

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Can you read my mind? (I've been watching you.) 𓆩♡𓆪

DEAN WINCHESTER X CUPID!READER

SUMMARY: Dean and Sam get a little unexpected help with a weird case. 2.3k

WARNINGS: none. first meeting. fem!reader. dean being wary of the supernatural but weak to a pretty face.

NOTES: VERY late valentine's post. I was struck with inspiration at 2 in the morning. Idk if Valentines are a thing or if i made them up but whatever. This is my first time writing for supernatural and my first time writing a fanfic in years pls be nice. Enjoy<3

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You sigh as you materialize behind the brothers, making them almost jump out of their skin. “Love all over the place.”

You ignore their flabbergasted expressions as you look around the crowded plaza. It was Valentine’s day, and the whole place was decorated with pink and red hearts, the white streamers hanging from the trees moving with the breeze as couples and groups of friends walked around.

“Who are you?” You ignore the shorter one’s question as your gaze focuses on two kids sitting on a bench.

You could feel how much they liked each other, but they sat facing opposite ways, hands on laps and eyes stuck to the ground. You sigh and swiftly move your manicured hand towards them, pink nails shining under the sunlight. You can feel the brothers’ wary eyes on you, but you simply watch as the boy on the bench suddenly gets a notification on his phone.

“I just won two tickets for the My Chem show tonight.” He announces to the girl, voice incredulous. As they both start celebrating, the boy shyly looks up and invites her to go with him. She says yes, and after a few giggles and babbled words, they get up from the bench and leave.

You can’t help the little squeak that comes out of your mouth, your pastel pink wavy hair bouncing as you give a little jump. You immediately turn to the Winchester brothers, covering your mouth with your hand

“Sorry. You would think that after so many years on the job I would get used to it.” You sigh, twirling a lock of your hair with your fingers. “But sometimes it still manages to make me all giddy.”

You turn around just to find a gun being pointed towards you, barrel pressed to your stomach as green eyes bore holes into your head. Who you assumed was Dean Winchester was glaring at you, scowling, while his brother tried to block civilians from noticing the firearm in his hand.

Who would’ve thought green could be so beautiful.

You chuckle, not intimidated at all, which only made the brothers look even more confused.

“What the fuck are you?” Dean asks, the gun digging a little deeper into your skin.

“Are you Cupid?” This time it is Sam, his eyes studying your tiny pink dress, pink hair, and pink boots. But more importantly, the little bow and arrow that hung from your back.

You give the tall guy a cheeky smile.

“You must be Sam, hm? I’ve heard you’re the smart one.” You look back at Dean, delicate hand wrapping around the gun that was still being pressed against you. “Why don’t we put this away before you hurt someone.” You keep your eyes on him as you lower the gun. He lets you, a lost look on his face as to why he is letting you.

You take a step back and smile again, all rosy cheeks and fluttering eyelashes. “To answer your question, I guess you can call me a cupid, but I’m not the Cupid.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Dean’s eyes roam up and down your body.

“We’ve met Cupid before.” Comes Sam’s explanation. “So, you work for him? Are you an angel?”

You hum softly, pouty lips pursing. “I don’t work for the Cupid you met, the angel. But you humans also call my boss that.” The brothers’ expressions stay equally clueless. “I work for Eros, the-”

“Greek god of love.” You send Sam a sweet smile for his right answer.

“And desire, yes!”

“So you’re a Goddess.” Dean affirms more than asks, and when you turn back to face him you are struck with his beauty once again. Both brothers were drop-dead gorgeous, but something about the sharpness in the older one’s features made you want to ask if he was in any way related to Lady Aphrodite.

“Oh, no. Gods no.” You shake your head, making the multiple silver jewelry in your ears clink. “We work for Eros. Think about us like a version of Artemis’ hunters.”

“Yeah, because that gives me so much clarity.” Dean’s voice was breathtakingly deep, it reminded you of being in Lord Ares’ presence. (Happened once, never again.)

“Gods are incredibly powerful, but they often need help from mortals to do certain deeds. Artemis’ hunters, Hecate’s priests and priestess, so on and so forth.” You explain quickly. Sam seemed to understand you perfectly, Dean still looked a bit like he wanted to shoot you. “We don’t have an official name like that, but you can call us Valentines.”

“So you, what? Go around making people fall in love?” He asks with skepticism. You sigh. Everyone always had the same wrong idea.

“We don’t make people fall in love, we simply… present them with opportunities.” You chuckle and turn to look around the plaza, teeth biting down on your lower lip as you try to look for an example. You find a blond guy who was messing around with his friends near an ice cream shop. Right behind him, a girl in roller skates was moving his way.

“See those two?” I ask the brothers, pointing towards the pair. “If I didn’t intervene, they would never cross paths. But their auras, they are compatible, and they’re both lonely.” You squint, concentrating. Aura reading wasn’t as easy as fake witches made it seem. “But if I just…” Once again, you move your hand delicately towards them.

Suddenly, Blond Boy's friend's milkshake falls to the ground. It causes Blond Boy to take several steps back, getting right in Roller Skates Girl’s way. She immediately tries to stop, but it makes her lose her balance. Blond Boy’s hands are instantly on her waist, preventing her from falling on her back. They look at each other, eyes lingering, and your job is done.

You turn to the Winchesters with a satisfied smile, your flowy skirt dancing around you as you twirl, and they just stare back at you with wide eyes.

“I can’t tell how I feel about it.” Declares Sam, making you snicker.

“If it makes you feel better, I can assure you I can only influence circumstances.” You sigh, looking back at the two lovebirds. They’re already exchanging numbers. “Whatever happens from here on out is in their hands.”

That seems to do the trick, at least for the younger brother. Dean still looked like he was going to reach for his gun anytime soon. You sigh again.

“Look, I am not here to cause trouble.” You raise your hands in surrender, bracelets sliding down your wrists. “I came to talk.”

“Why would you want to talk to us?” You start to walk down the plaza, a little skip to your step. You stop right on the edge of the plaza where you could look down at the sea, waves hitting against the asphalt in a calming manner. Both brothers share a confused look before following you.

“You two are here for a hunt, right?” You ask walking down the edge of the shoreline, go-go boots click-clacking against the cobblestone. “The deaths that have been happening? People killing people they love?”

“What do you know about it?” You turn around at Dean’s accusatory tone. His gun was back in his hand, and it makes you roll your eyes. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

Looks like there was an edge in between all that sugar-covered whimsy after all.

“You know, everyone says you are distrustful, but damn.” You tsk. Why was it always the cute ones that had the biggest attitude problems? “I wasn’t going to intervene, but when I found out that the Winchesters were in my zone, I had to do something. You two are kind of famous for wiping out any supernatural beings you come in contact with.” You continue to walk down the shoreline. When you get to a light pole, you twirl around it until you’re facing the brothers again. “Any other day, I would’ve just hidden until you finished your job, but it is Valentine’s. The boss likes us to be extra active today.”

It looked like Dean wants to retort, but Sam interrupts him. “What do you know about the case?”

Your smile fades a little, and you let go of the light pole, your shiny eyes dropping to the floor.

“You’re looking for an Anti-Valentine, or that’s what we call them.” Your cheeks blush with shame. “They’re like us, Eros’ followers, but they…”

“Turn evil?” Dean guesses sarcastically, and you nod.

“Why would they want people to kill who they love?” Asks Sam, crossing his arms. “I mean, you look like you love love.”

That makes you giggle. “It is… hard. To do this job.” You lean back into the light pole, looking out at the sea. “There’s only so many times you can make two people who are perfect for each other meet, only for them to cheat or hurt each other before you start to have doubts.” You bite your lip, doe eyes glossing with sadness.

“And that makes them turn evil?”

“Well, most Valentines have had doubts at some point in our lives. But Anti-Valentines, they start to think humans don’t deserve love. They start getting angry and hateful, and it starts to poison them.” You swallow harshly, looking down at the floor before your eyes meet Dean’s green one, and the heavy weight on your chest turns a little lighter. Huh. “Valentines can’t manipulate mortal’s emotions, but Anti-Valentines… They've learned how to blind humans with anger. I think you humans may call it a rage blackout or something.”

The brothers seem to be processing your words. Dean studies you slowly while Sam looks like he’s racking his brain for any information on Valentines. If you hadn’t been so sad, you would totally be flirting with Dean right now. Yes, Eros was the God of love, but everyone seemed to forget he was also the God of desire. You could be a hell of a vixen when you were in the mood.

“So, how do we kill it?” Asks Dean, always ready to fight. It was hot.

“That’s the problem.” You sigh for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour, twirling around the light pole once again, cheeky smile returning to your face. “If I tell you how to kill them, I tell you how to kill me.”

Dean’s eyebrow raises, but his mouth twitches into a half-smirk. He looks you up and down one more time before his tongue runs over his lower lip, earning an incredulous huff from Sam.

“So, what’s the deal?”

“I’ll tell you how to find the Anti-Valentine and how to kill it, and you promise not to come for me after.”

“You got yourself a deal, sweetheart.”

𓆩♡𓆪

Dean was soaked in black blood when you appeared in front of him again.

Sam and he had just finally killed the Anti-Valentine, after being thrown against walls and dodging heart-pointed arrows for what felt like hours. Looks like those little bows aren't only for the aesthetic.

So while Sam and Dean looked a little worse for wear as they tried to catch their breath, there you were, in the middle of a filthy warehouse looking like a literal goddess. Pastel pink hair perfectly styled, shiny lips and shiny eyeshadow, your pink boots not getting dirty at all even as you walked through the dirt on the ground. The worst part was how you were pink everywhere. He wasn’t talking about only your clothes and hair. Your cheeks, your knees, your elbows. The palm of your hands and your pouty lips. Made him wonder, just how many other places were pink too.

“Nice to see you two are as good as they say.” You walk close to where the brothers are leaning against a wall. They were covered in blood and grim, slight cuts all over from when they weren’t quick enough while avoiding the Anti-Valentine’s arrows.

You stand right in front of Dean, and there is a halo of light around you. You were literally glowing. You were just so glad the Anti-Valentine had been taken care of. You would’ve done something about it before the Winchesters got into town, but Valentines couldn’t attack other Valentines, even if they were evil.

“Happy to meet your expectations, sweetheart.” Dean grunts, hand pressing to his side where there was a long gash.

You extend your hand towards him with a grin, palm up and ring-clad fingers waving. “My blade, please and thank you.”

You had given the brothers your celestial bronze dagger to use against the Anti-Valentine with the promise that they would give it back.

“What if we ever need to kill another one of these, hm?” It is impressive how Dean managed to look so hot when he was slowly bleeding out from his side. “Or another Greek creature.”

You smirk, and with a little jump you land in front of him. You lean in, biting your full lower lip and blinking up at Dean, long eyelashes fluttering. “Then I guess you’ll have to give me a call, sweetheart.”

You softly press a hand to Dean’s chest, making his breath hitch. You subtly wrap your hand around your dagger in his jacket’s pocket. When his eyes drop down to your lips, you press your hand harder against his torso. Gods, he was firm.

In less than a second, all injuries in Dean’s body were cured. Even the gash on his side. He looks up at you in surprise, and you swiftly take a step back, dagger in hand. You let out a dreamy giggle, taking a step towards Sam and pressing a finger to the tip of his nose, making a little “boop” sound and curing him instantly too.

You take another little jump back, facing both brothers as you brush your hair behind your shoulder and dangle the dagger between your slender fingers. With one last giggle, you wink at Dean.

“See you later, boys.”

You disappear in a cloud of pastel pink smoke, leaving behind a smell of caramel and red velvet cake.

And you knew you were gonna see them again. After all, you had a soft spot for pretty things.

[joyful-patatas]

I've been reading a lot of oi and regression manhwas where the fl ends up in the body of someone and starts treating the child like their own. Some of my favorites and hugely recommend are: The Villainess Flips The Script, The Wicked Tale of Cinderella's Stepmom, and My In-Laws Are Obsessed With Me.

I'm also OBSESSED with Twisted Wonderlad and was thinking of doing one for Riddle's mom where an oc gets isekaied into her body and ends up maybe a couple months before the main story of Riddle's second year with the relationship really tense. Isekaied OC was a therapist that specialized in working with traumatized teens and can see signs of a dysfunctional home based on the reaction of Riddle's father and how curt and proper Riddle is on the phone. While learning more about Riddle by pretending to have amnesia, she realizes that he really focuses so much on rules to a concerning degree and sort of tries to gently broach the idea of relaxing on rules and strictness, but that quickly backfires with Riddle thinking this is some kind of trick to get him to slip and he ends up even more guarded around his "mother". Or maybe MC comes the exact same time as Yuu does and only really meets Riddle during the winter break.

I was also thinking about making the OC someone who desperately wanted children but couldn't. Whether from infertility, awful circumstantial factors like finances and career, or all of the above. Looking like the woman who abused Riddle is dreadful but also feels manipulative to pretend to be his real mother.

I was also thinking of maybe the OC being Yuu's foster parent and they both get isekaied to Twisted Wonderland but in different ways.

Maybe I'll also take inspiration with "This Maid is Forming a Union" on webtoon (It’s soo good I promise you!! Both the worldbuilding and the characters and the callout of terrible story delivery of manhwas that completely altered the way I read the genre!!).

I am also taking inspiration on @anakin-walker's series, "My Dearest Mother" where it's the same isekai concept, but they're there when the OB!Boys are little children. Definitely go check it out!

I'll try developing the idea a bit more and post the chapters once I have something coherent lol

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

All We Know is Bleeding for Nothing

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Typical TWD Violence and Gore; Gunshot wound; Blood

Summary: Held captive by the Saviors, you are helpless as Daryl is shot and scramble to help him, not knowing the tragedy that is looming.

Run Away by Dark Divine

You were slowly working at the rope around your wrists, the skin chafed and bleeding from your efforts. The piece of fabric in your mouth tasted of sweat and something you didn’t care to even try to guess, turning your stomach. Of course you went and got yourself snatched up. When Daryl had stormed off, Rosita on his heels, you should have gone too. Now, you, Glenn, and Michonne were bound and gagged, a Savior at your back. Dwight and his other goon had disappeared, sending you into a state of unease that was difficult to dismiss.

Your gaze was focused on the forest floor, your mind lost in concentration when Glenn made a noise beside you, sudden and urgent. Your head snapped up toward your friend before following his gaze just in time to see Daryl put a finger to his lips—and Dwight sneaking up behind him with his handgun drawn. There was no other thought in your head that could overpower that fear that gripped your very soul, your own frantic sounds, your body shifting toward him as if there was any possibility you could make it to him in time.

Dwight’s lips moved but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your heart thudding in your ears. Daryl’s face fell, his eyes on you as he lowered his crossbow. There was remorse in his gaze; concern, fear, determination. He spun suddenly, the gunshot echoing through the quiet forest, startling the birds from their roosts. Daryl dropped in a spray of blood, unmoving. The Savior behind you kicked at your hip with their own shouts of shut up while you screamed for your lover, Dwight’s mouth moving again as he lowered the gun.

Daryl pulled up his right leg with a groan, letting it fall again, his head rolling against the ground. He was alive. Thank god. Rosita was visibly panicked, her gun on the ground, head jerking from Daryl to you while her eyes were pleading what do I do? She could do nothing. There were no supplies and no leniency. Daryl was grabbed by his right arm, a shout punching from somewhere within him as he was yanked upward, staggering when he was forced toward you. He fell twice, shocked and in pain, without the simple mercy of allowing him to gather his bearings. 

The wound was clear once he was close enough, the front of his button-up saturated at the right shoulder. He was shoved down against the tree at your back, your entire body twisting in a desperate motion to get to him. They didn’t bother to bind his hands, the wound was enough to incapacitate him. Dwight did, however, strip the hunter of his vest and—for reasons you’d never understand—ripped the sleeves of his shirt off with an anger so vehemently displayed that it was as if the article had personally offended him. 

While Rosita was secured in a similar fashion to the remainder of you, Daryl���s eyes were slipping closed, jerking open when you began shouting his name and pleading for him to stay awake from around your gag.

The distinct click of a firearm’s safety catapulted you into silence, the muzzle pressed against the archer’s temple. “The next one goes in his skull.” Dwight warned, his eyes boring into you. If looks could kill, he’d be a walker but you nodded your understanding. With another click, he stood down, gathering the other Saviors in a huddle a few feet away. 

Blue eyes, dulled with pain, found you, eliciting a whimper you couldn’t suppress. Dwight stood straight, forming a gun with his fingers and thumb and jerking them in a motion that suggested the firing of the implied weapon. You ducked your head until he looked away. 

Daryl’s movements were uncoordinated, jerky. His hand pressed against the steadily weeping wound only to slide away, smearing the blood across his chest. You cried as silently as you could. The longing to hold him, treat his injury with care, was manifesting into a feeling akin to panic, your stomach twisting into a knot while your lungs wrapped around your heart to cause your chest to seize with an ache nothing short of touching him could undo. He slid sideways, not quite touching the ground but enough for the blood to start flowing over his collarbone and the side of his neck.

“Alright, time to go.” You were all jerked roughly to your feet. Dwight was taking great pleasure in manhandling Daryl, pulling him upright by his hair. The Savior was scrawny compared to your boyfriend’s build, but the archer was barely conscious and lucky to be walking at all. 

When the van came into view, you were aware you would all be shoved into the back, going god only knew where. It wasn’t until Daryl stumbled for the umpteenth time, finally crashing to his knees, that you began to plea around the gag. 

Dwight made a noise of exasperation and began to raise his weapon toward Daryl. With urgency, you threw back your leg to trip up the savior that had been leading you, quickly skidding to a halt between your archer and the other man. The gun that was aimed at your face hardly mattered.

“You don’t listen well, do you?” Dwight spat. When you remained silent, pleading with your eyes, you could have sworn you saw something shift in the Savior but it was quickly hidden away behind a mask of irritation. “Fine.” The cloth was torn from your mouth and you wasted no time. 

“Please, I won’t give you any trouble. Just let me help him.” The man’s eyes slid from you to Daryl and back again. You continued. “Just let me help him.” There was an agonizing moment that you thought he would deny you or simply kill you both. 

“Untie them.”

“D, I don’t think—”

“I’m in charge here.” Dwight snapped, jabbing his own chest with a finger. “And I said what I said. Now do it.”

As the ropes fell away, you didn’t thank him. You wouldn’t dare. “Daryl.” You spoke softly, your hands on his back. You could feel him shivering. “Come on, let’s get you in the van so I can take a look at you.” Delaying the inevitable would only serve to agitate your enemies. Daryl needed your help. If you could stop the bleeding, you could at least buy him some time until you and the others could find a way out of the mess. 

“Let me help.” You started at Michonne’s quiet offer near your shoulder, your wide, wet eyes meeting hers. She gave you a curt nod while her hands searched for purchase beneath Daryl’s uninjured arm. “Come on, up we go.” She grunted and pulled, heaving the man halfway before you shook yourself from your stupor and scrambled to assist. 

“He looks bad.” Glenn was already in the back of the van, reaching out to help pull Daryl inside. It was a struggle but the archer finally collapsed to the floor. 

“We have to stop the bleeding.” You climbed in, ignoring the arguing Saviors that slammed the doors closed just shy of your boots. The area was blanketed in darkness. “Shit, I can’t see.”

“Search for something—anything we can use.” Rosita instructed from your left. You could hear the other three moving but your focus remained on the shallow movement of the chest beneath your touch. 

“Stay with me, Daryl.” Sliding your hands upward, you found his neck, then his face, cupping it between your palms. “Stay with me.” There was a pained grunt, a strained keening sound. 

“M’here.” He rasped, the words stretching into a groan. You laughed wetly, nothing remotely funny about the situation but the elation that accompanied the relief at hearing him speak was just too much to retain your silence. 

“Good.” You sniffled, nodding even with the knowledge that the gesture would remain unseen. “Good.” He turned his head and nuzzled your hand before you could feel him moving against your hold, struggling to sit up. “No, no, no. Stay down.” 

“M’fine. Just lemme—” There was a sudden jerk and a cut off shout, your hands scrambling to find him again in the darkness. 

“I’ve got a blanket!” Glenn triumphed, immediately followed by an uncertain “I think”.

“Give it here.” One hand found the blood-slicked skin of Daryl’s collarbone while the other searched blindly for the fabric. Your fingers curled around the coarse material the second it came into contact with your skin, almost tearing it in your haste to staunch the bleeding from Daryl’s wound. The bowman hissed at the pressure. “I know.”

“We gotta—we gotta get outta here. Warn Rick.” 

“I know that too.” Feet almost tripping over his outstretched legs, you crossed to his other side for better access and pulled him forward to drape the unutilized portion of the scratchy blanket across Daryl’s shoulders before letting him collapse against the metal wall once again. “We’re gonna figure it out.”

The words had barely passed over your lips when the van lurched to a halt, nearly throwing you backwards. 

“Where do you think we are?” Glenn whispered, trying his best to see outside. 

“I don’t know, but it can’t be anywhere good.” Michonne replied, her nervousness vibrating throughout her tone. 

You could see spots of light filtering through the doors, just enough for you to make out the blood soaking through the blanket, the palor of Daryl’s skin, the dark circles beneath his closed eyes. Wherever they had taken you, the air was permeated by a dense fog of uncertainty. No, it was fear. It radiated throughout the atmosphere. The sounds outside were muted, but there were voices. 

Scuffles. 

Sobs. 

And then there was light, bright and blinding, as the doors were torn open and hands were roughly dragging Daryl away from you before returning to pull you out behind him. There was no time to survey your surroundings. The rough ground that scraped at your knees drew a scraping cry from your throat as you were forced down next to your partner. 

Then, once the movements stilled, you saw them. Your friends—your family—on their knees in a semicircle, faces wet and red. What was happening? It was chaos, terrifying in its quiet. You glanced at Daryl, swaying as he used all his strength to avoid collapse. Your mouth opened with his name on the tip of your tongue. 

And then,

“Let’s meet the man.”

[joces-wrld]

♡₊˚⊹♡ valentines fun

✩ blurb !

IN WHICH— fratboy! chris spends the first half of valentine's day with tomboy! reader and her students

| no warnings :)

"cmon, we got like an hour left!!"

infamous dealer christopher sturniolo was the last person anyone expected to show up in your classroom during valentines day. but when you texted him "sos!! teacher is sick, need help decorating the classroom!!!" he showed up—5 target bags in hand, smelling only faintly of weed, and wearing a somewhat decent outfit

“alright , im here. whats the game plan?” chris asks, leaning against one of the tiny tables with a lopsided grin. "okay so," you clap your hands together, "class starts at 9:15, we need to get everything up and going before they come in" you say, grabbing a target bag

"hey how much was all of this? i'll cash app you" "dont worry about it ma, 's nothing" you sigh, not wanting to put up a fight

you smile as you take the supplies out— brown paper bags, a variety of craft supplies, bags of candy, rice krispy treats, a box of gummy snack, valentine themed mnm's, plastic cups littered with little hearts, pink lemonade, a red tablecloth, pink and red heart shaped bowls, apple juice boxes, kool-aid jammers, a box of the small chip bags, the whole deal. he really went all out

"m'kay, imma run down to the printer to print out their name on a heart they can cut out" "isnt that a bit dangerous?" "well yes, but these are 5 year olds sweetie, they have to practice their cutting skills" the boy blushes slightly at the pet name, murmuring, "right" while opening a pack of lollipops and dumping them inside a bowl

"i'll be back. make it cute chris" the boy chuckles as he see's you skip out the classroom, taking your lanyard off and swinging it side to side

10 minutes later, you make your way back to your classroom. as you enter the room, you see chris writing "happy valentine's day" on the whiteboard in big, red, slightly sloppy, letters

you smile, noticing the rest of the room. he had set the tablecloth on the small group table, 5 bowls of candy neatly placed on top, juice boxes and pouches lined up next to the lined up chip bags. the plastic cups stood in 2 stacks, the pink lemonade next to it

you let a giggle escape your body, making the boy frown. "does it not look good? cause personally i think i fucking ate with it, 10 out of 10, finger licking good" "it's very cutesy chris, i love it" he nods, finishing the last word and setting the expo marker down

chris was no stranger to your classroom. over the past few months, he’d helped you out here and there—whether it was because he owed you a favor or because he secretly didn’t hate spending time with you, you weren’t entirely sure. regardless, the kids hadn't actually met him, he was always there after school hours, helping you decorate the room or something

“okay, hear me out,” he says, your eyebrow cocking up, “what if i run to walmart real quick and get mini cupcackes" "you dont think this is enough?" “relaxxx, it’s for the aesthetic,” he says, grinning as he takes his care keys out. "you wont make it back in time" "psh, says who? i'lll be back ina few"

you shake your head, smiling as he walks out. "drive safe!" you yell out, focusing your attention back on the class

you go behind the teachers desk, grabbing a heart banner, getting on top of a chair and hanging it across the door frame. you continue to decorate the room, the clock hitting 9am sooner than you thought

suddenly the door swings open, chris hurriedly entering. "told you i'd make it back in time!" the boy sets the sweets down, a knock on the door being heard. "oh hey girl" you let out, watching as Mrs. Taylor— the teacher next door, walks in. she was a couple years older than you, causing the both of you to get along extremely well. "hey n/n, do you have, woah! who is this"

chris gives the woman a small smile, "chris," he says, extending a hand out. "so you're the infamous chris, its nice to meet you sweetie" he nods, watching as the 2 of you interact. "anyways, you have an extra stapler? i swear i had one but now i cant find it?" you laugh, shaking your head, "cmon tay, how do you lose a stapler? isnt it always on your desk" "not today, girl i dont even know. do you have one or not?" "let me check", you rummage through a couple drawers, finally finding one

"here you go" you say, handing it to her. "thank you! you're a life saver, he's cute by the way" she thanks, whispering the last part to you. she's quick to excuse herself, leaving you and chris once again. "hey, go get a vistors pass from the front office" "why? "so you can stay silly"

-

"okay guys, before we enter the room, i have a couple of announcements. first of all, remember mrs. nova is sick so she isnt here today, it's just me and a small guest in there, okay? be nice and respectful towards him, treat him like you treat me and mrs. nova or i'll have to move your clip down, got it? second of all, me and that guest worked hard on a small surprise for you guys, dont immediately rush towards it, sit at your desk and wait for further instructions"

"yes ma'am!"

you smile and open the door, watching as some of the kids gasp and cheer in excitement when they notice the table, others pointing at chris. "wanna be called mister chris? or just chris?" you ask as you walk towards him. "chris is fine" you nod, looking at your students,

"guys, say hi to chris for me"

"hi chris!!!"

"he'll be our guest for today, he bought and helped set up your treats, so make sure to thank him when you come up. now, before i allow you guys to come up here, there's a brown paper bag on your desk, what you're going to do is color and write your name on this heart," you hold up the paper cutout, "and then cut the heart out following the little lines," you point at the dash lines, continuing your instructions, feeling chris' gaze on you the whole time

your kids get to decorating their paper bags, you and chris deciding to make one for funsies. the 2 of you talk about random things, you glancing up every other second to monitor the class, watching as they worked on their masterpieces. soon, 15 minutes pass, and you decide that was enough time. "marco" "polo!"

"okay guys, you should be done with your bags by now—let me see them, hold them up," you smile as the lids proudly show off their work, messy hearts and drawings scattered all over the bag, name barely readable

"now, i'm going to call you guys table by table to come get your snacks, okay? if you want pink lemonade ask chris nicely and he'll pour you some, okay? remember to thank him"

"yes miss l/n!!"

"cool cool, dylan's table, go ahead and come up here," the group of 4 scatter to the table, a small smile lands on your face as you watch them interact with chris. "while they get their treat, does anyone have any questions?"

"is chris your boyfriend!?" "do you like chris!?" "have you kissed chris!?" "why is chris here!?" "chris is cute!!" "is chris your valentine!?"

you laugh as you hear their questions, "okay nevermind, no questions. steph's table,"

-

minutes later, the kids are laughing as they color and eat their candy. "old mcdonald had a farm," "e-i-e-i-o"

"im aware you guys also brought some snacks to pass out. so, what we're going to do is go around the room and put whatever goodies you brought inside the paper bags, okay?"

the students get up, dropping cards, little fidgets, snacks, anything they brought into the bags. you reach over under the teachers desk, grabbing a bag filled with goody bags you had made the previous night and begin to pass them around, some of your students coming up to you and handing you small gift bags

around 7 minutes later, the class finishes passing out their treats. "who wants to watch a movie?" you ask them, the kids cheering in excitement, their way of saying 'me!". "hey sweetie, what's the login to your disney+ account" you mumble towards chris, handing him the laptop. once he logs in, you scroll through the movies, your kids ultimately picking The Good Dinosaur

as the movie plays, you had chris pass out color sheets with some boxes of crayons so the kids could color as they watched the movie. soon enough, you pop a dumdum lollipop in your mouth, looking over at chris as he sits back down, noticing how engaged he seemed in the movie. you chuckle to yourself, sipping on your beverage

-

the end of the day came quicker than you thought. after the movie, you took them to specials—they had music class on friday, which lasted an hour, so you got to tidy the room a bit, forcing chris offering to help. the rest of the day then consisted of small activities going over what they learned the previous day. the last thing you guys did was read a book, to which your kindergartners insisted chris read. once he finished reading the book, you had the kids clean up again, taking them down to the car line where the other teachers would help them get in their respective car or bus, afterwards

“see? i totally crushed it,” chris says as you pack your stuff up. "they 100% love me"

"right on both things, you did better than i thought," you reply, remembering how he'd help the kids out with whatever they needed, making them laugh, and overall just getting to know them, well as well as you could get to know a 5 year old

“you're good with them, you know,” you say quietly when he joins you in packing the remaining food up. chris shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. “yeah, well, they’re better company than most adults. present company excluded, of course.”

“of course,” you reply with a laugh, nudging him playfully. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, the chaos of the classroom fading into the background. and as Chris hands you a left over cupcake with an exaggerated bow, you can’t help but feel like maybe he’s not the nonchalant person he wants everyone to think he is

a/n: HELLA LATE vday post, lowkey sucks but i was lowk reminiscing on the good ol' class parties 💔

—check out my masterlist! to see the rest of this series

[once again, dividers by @dollywons]

[leaawrites]

So Long, London

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: One meeting can change everything they thought to have buried.

Warnings: angst, fluff

Wordcount: 1k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Masterlist

The street were as full as ever, the car stuck in traffic. Looking out the window into the streets of a place she knew all too well. His face looking back at her but he was none of them. The clothes she wore to the interview still on her body, her face looking back at her from the billboard, his next to it. Standing next to Liam, staring. She hoped he thought about the possibility of her seeing it when they took the photo because she did, she thought about it.

She thought about him. About that last night. About what they could’ve done different; better. But nothing changed after years of dreaming about it. She still woke up alone, went to work, went home, ate dinner while crying to a romcom and went to bed. It was nothing else. Always the same.

But now the movie was finished and the exhausting part of fame began: promoting, travelling, interviews, premiers. It was also the most fun, but something about it felt different this time. It felt more draining than ever before.

Sitting and talking about what she loved felt less authentic than it looked. Trying to keep everything smooth sailing, she hid tears behind laughter and hollow eyes by looking focused on the questions and her answers.

But he could see behind it all. Watching the interviews and every video he could find like they were simply too far away for him to tell her how much he missed you. But it was more than that, it was more than distance between them now.

Stranding back at the hotel after a long car ride with his voice booming through the taxi, she stripped the clothes from her body before pulling comfortable, familiar pieces over her skin and falling back onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling like it could give her the answer.

“Should I stay or should I go?” she asked no one in particular, humming the melody of the song by the Clash. Remembering singing it to Noel on a long night and how he laughed at her terrible performance.

Going out meant bumping into him in the form of posters, billboards and radio stations, but staying alone, hidden away only made her thoughts grow louder. And English streets were a great way of not hearing anything else but cars honking and people complaining.

Making her way down the streets, she ignored every time he stared at her. Every line of lyrics were passed like she didn’t recognize them. Every group of people that listened to an Oasis song were turned off by her headphones blasting anything but them.

Passing the street, she found herself inside a little coffee shop again. They did visit it together once, but there was barely anything here that they hadn’t done in the city. So the little reminder didn’t hurt too much when he was already constantly on her mind in these streets.

Ordering a bagel and a coffee, she looked at the sweets. Everything in the form of a heart, pink glaze and sprinkles on top of everything. Valentine’s day, she remembered. What a fucking blast.

Sitting in a corner far away from anyone else, she tried ignoring the couples huddled inside. Laughing and talking, being so disgustingly cute, it made her want to throw up. Even more when the bell over the door rang and a low, husky voice said, “A black coffee, please.”

Looking up, she caught sight of the back of his head before he turned it around too quick for her to notice on time to turn away. And then she was staring in his eyes, the look in them taking her back to that night. He still looked hurt, also good but mostly drained.

Raising his hand nervously like he was unsure of what to do in a situation like that, he smiled softly. Returning the gesture, part of her hoped he’d turn around and go, but when he began walking over with his coffee in hand, she couldn’t say that she was disappointed.

“Hey,” he greeted her, looking down at the empty chair opposite of hers, silently asking if he was allowed to sit with her.

“Hi,” she said back, nodding her head to make him understand he didn’t had to ask.

“Long time no see, huh?” He asked, warming his hands on the steaming cup.

“Yeah.”

The silence was awkward even when both didn’t know why or how to make it more comfortable.

“How are you doing?” Noel asked, before quietly adding. “How’s America?”

“Good, yeah. Uhm, America’s good. A bit lonely at times, but you get used to it.”

“That’s good.” Noel nodded his head, looking like he was thinking about what to say further.

“I saw Oasis’s getting back,” she commented, thinking back to the billboards on her way anyway around London.

“Yeah, Liam finally got his shit together.”

“I don’t think Liam was the biggest problem in the situation,” she said, smirking as she saw the sparkle of humour and offend appear in his eyes.

“You getting cheeky already, love? America’s a real bad influence then.”

Both laughed, taking in every second of the easy air between them and trying to seize it with smiles and little jokes until the coffee was empty and they had nothing holding them at the table anymore.

“I saw the trailer to the movie, it’s looking really good,” Noel mentioned as he held the door open for her on their way out of the cafe. The bill being taken care of by his money. “I’m proud of you.”

As the words hit her eardrums, tears started pushing from behind her eyes, welling up before they were brushed away by the cold wind.

“Thank you,” she whispered, looking at him. Watching him take her in deeply for the first time.

She looked thinner with hollow cheeks. Drained eyes. Less colour in them. And he didn’t look any different. Greyer hair, more wrinkles on his skin, but he still had the same charm when the corners of his lips pulled up when seeing her. They were still the same people, both tainted by their love. Past, present and future.

“I have the movie premier tomorrow, do you maybe wanna come with me?”

“I’d love to.”

Parting ways, they walked home. Both their minds set on one thing. This isn’t over till they die.

[merbear25]

heyyyy, hi I would like to request for the Valentine's day event! can you do Mihawk x fem reader with number 12 please? Thank you <3

Thank you for sending in a request! I hope you like it 💜💜

Couldn’t there have been another to carry out the Marine’s plans? Being a Warlord came with perks, no doubt, yet the drawbacks seemed to be rearing their ugly heads more and more often. He was the greatest swordsman! That was what you kept telling yourself, yet those words brought you no comfort. The only thing that would calm your worried heart would be his return.

CW: SFW, fem!reader, fluff, established relationship

In your arms again, I can finally be (Mihawk)

Long nights that stretched past the midnight hours, rolling clouds that didn’t seem to part to let in the hiding light, the sun that refused to shine its rays on the woman waiting for her man to return home: you sat alone in the large castle for yet another day. The cold stone surrounding you started feeling like a tomb quite some time ago, when exactly you couldn’t remember.

Eating your meals in the grandhall left each one unfulfilling. The flickering orange flames on the candles painting the dark grays of the interior did little to offer any warmth. Sleeping became a trying task, as well. The bed was unwelcoming, and the absence of your lover had you tossing and turning throughout the night, plagued with nightmares of him never coming home to you.

Creaking in the old walls was the only communication you exposed yourself to. Going out with others while your man’s whereabouts were undisclosed felt like a betrayal. Guilt forbade you from indulging in the simplest of luxuries, which was regrettably creeping into the most basic of needs.

When he got home, you would sleep. When he got home, you would eat. When he returned to your loving embrace, you could allow yourself to feel again. However, for the time being, feeling anything was simply too painful.

Every night blended with the next. Losing track of what time and day it was—-you were at your wits end, but then there was the unlatching of the front door.

Your head shot up as you focused every bit of energy into deciphering who or what had entered your home. Curiosity was sprinting into hope as you dashed to the main hallway overlooking the entryway. You caught a glimpse of a tailcoat and every fiber of your being urged you down the stairs as quickly as your tired legs could carry you.

There he was, finally. He turned to look at you, the worry on his own expression now leaving him. “There you are.” 

Before he had the chance to get out another word, you threw yourself into his arms. Due to the sudden force of your body, his first reaction was to pat your head, though the need felt in your exhausted form soon coaxed his touch into a loving stroke of your hair. A soft kiss was pressed against the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment to savor what you and him had both been absent of for much too long.

That day couldn’t be long enough. You had so much to ask him, so many questions about what he’d been up to, but the clock ticked away in a disregard to your lost time together. Laying down on the silk sheets felt more comforting that night. The large, empty feeling that bed gave you went unnoticed, too. Everything felt right again as you wrapped your arms around him, unable to get over the fact he was back.

“I missed holding you.” Your words brought on an unexpected comfort, like a warmth blanketing him on this cold night.

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. Turning over to face you, he pulled you against him. His hands gently caressed your back, as he rested his chin on top of your head. You gave into the embrace without any hesitation. Why wouldn’t you? The man whose return you’d been dreaming of finally came true, and you were going to treat this moment with the tender care it deserved.

You placed your cheek against his chest; the gentle rises and falls of his body soothed you like nothing else could. The rhythm of his heart was lulling you to sleep, although you resisted its pull.

“Sleep, little bird.” The low voice picked you up and carried you off to bed.

“I don’t want to miss out on any time with you. It’d already been so long since I last saw you.” The yawn wasn’t convincing him of your ability to stay awake past the witching hour.

With a sigh, he gave you a soft squeeze, as if offering a sense of security to your worried mind. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” The weight of his words draped over the both of you, knowing how much you needed that extra reassurance. “I promise.”

Your eyes closed as those last two words graced your ears. The tired sigh leaving you brushed against his skin, letting him know how much you appreciated words that weren’t exactly simple. Your trust in him was immeasurable. He was fully aware of that and wouldn’t dare make a promise he couldn’t keep.

[red-writes]

gojo and geto are twin rich boys who live in a massive mansion using up all of daddy’s money. just a few weeks ago their dad hired a new maid to take care of the house. she’s fidgety and nervous working for such a renowned family and is desperate to make a good impression. the twins on the other hand, have just found a new target for their relentless bullying. one night when their father is coming home late, they corner the maid in the middle of her dusting. gojo pressed up behind her, smirking over her shoulder at geto. “why don’t you take a break?” “you’ve been working tirelessly for so long…” “coke take a seat on the couch with us”. not wanting to disrespect her new masters she obliges. only for geto to hold her down while gojo lifts her frilly maid’s skirt and starts caressing her clit, ever so gently and teasingly. she opens her mouth to resist, but geto flips the top of her corset top down, revealing no bra and begins to pinch and pluck at her sensitive nipples. “please..your father….if i don’t finish my work he’s going to punish me” “punish you? how exactly would our dad punish you?” from god knows where, gojo pulls out a glass a dildo, teasing it against her hole. “would he maybe use this?” geto snickers from above her, his hands tightening behind her knees. the maid’s hands have been clasped between geto’sthighs. “who am i kidding..this poor virgin cunt has never been fucked. poor little maid like you doesn’t have time to be opening up her legs to mean boys like us. no..tight little cunt like this has never been opened up.” gojo starts working the glass dildo into her virgin hole, all while tears are streaming down her face. geto has since started using his mouth to torture her nipples while he continues to hold her down. “please…i’m running out of time. your father will be home soon and he’ll have my ass if i don’t finish my work”. “then you’ll just have to cum for us and then we’ll let you get back to work”. her tummy ripples with how her pussy is sucking the foreign object in. gojo leans down to place soft kisses on her clit. so soft it’s driving her mad, her hips rocking up to meet his lips. they hear the jingling of keys and the door beginning to crack open. “cmon slut, you better cum or else my dad will find you with ur stupid little pussy stuffed to the brim when you should’ve been dusting our house”. the maid whimpers and focuses on giving them what they want, focused on watching the way the dildo moved in and out of her, causing a bump in her belly. just as she’s starting to cum, her eyes screwed shut and tits jiggling with the movement of her hips, the feeling of the twins holding her down and having their way with her is gone. “hi dad! you wouldn’t believe what we caught the maid doing..” the blood drains from her face as she looks up at nanami kento, her chest heaving and the dildo slowly pushing out of her hole. he glares at her, furious. she exhales shakily, thinking about how her boss is gonna ruin her after this fiasco. and my god is he strict, i mean, he always makes her bend down to the ground, pussy flashing in the air while he searches her body for stolen silverware. no matter the skimpy outfit he’s made her wear. and the prohibition of any undergarments. he is going to end her.

Oh my gosh. This is so gooooooood

[mightierthanthecanon]

I bet he liked you.

He did, yeah.

[shawtuzi]

thinking about suguru and satoru eating your pussy at the same time heje

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine them both between your thighs, staring hungrily at your dripping pussy before gojo breaks the ice and thumbs at your already sensitive clit

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto soothing your little trembles by gently stroking your thigh, maybe even giving it a few kisses of encouragement <//3

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both of the men using one strong hand to push your plush thighs open, exposing yourself even more to them. if you dared try to shut your thighs even a tad they’d be pushed right back open, along with a quick slap the soft skin curtesy of geto

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine the two friends bickering for a moment before geto finally caves and lets gojo have the first taste

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine gojo wasting no time spitting on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, tongue immediately caressing your sensitive nub. he couldn’t decide between roughly sucking on the poor thing or moving his tongue side to side sooo he settles on both! he hollowed his cheeks, holding your clit in place while his tongue continued moving with vigor

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto sucking on the soft skin of your thighs while his hand finds purchase on your bare breast, squeezing roughly every once in a while to keep you on your toes

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto slowly kissing his way towards your center before nudging gojo’s head with his own, giving the man a cheeky smile

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both men looking up at you before—

“a-ah!!! oh my-” your back suddenly arched off the bed as you felt not one, but two hot tongues on your clit. one slowly moving up and down, like they were trying to savor the taste of your essence—not too hard or too fast….just sensual. the other tongue on the other hand settled on quick, harsh licks sooo basically the exact opposite.

“s’good right ?” gojo slurred into your pussy, now sloppily kissing his way down to your dripping hole. geto took this as an opportunity to cup your entire clit in his mouth, while his tongue drew soft circles around the nub. geto hummed around your clit, spit dribbling from his lips from the sloppy kisses he was giving your weeping pussy.

all it took was gojo shoving his tongue in your pussy for your back to arch slightly off the bed as you came with a loud, pathetic whine. gojo moaned just as loud when he felt your cum began to coat his tongue in little waves.

geto pulled away from your clit with an obnoxious pop! dark eyes admiring at the mess your pussy has already become. “lemme get a taste,” he mumbled, leaning his head down to lick a slow strip up your pussy. but one lick was not enough! and it wasn’t long before gojo got a little jealous and smacked geto on the back of his head, a small grunt leaving him.

“‘fuck was that for?” geto hissed, but gojo didn’t even bother glancing at him, his attention focused solely on your soaked center. his long fingers ran slowly up and down your petal soft slit, occasionally applying light pressure to your clit. without warning he plunged two fingers in with a lewd squelching sound following, “we’re supposed to be sharing don’t be so greedy, now let’s make her cum again.”

“j-just be gentle m’still a little— hah! sensitiveeee,” your request fell on deaf ears as both mens tongues were on your clit once again. they went from synchronized licks, to each giving your clit an open mouth kiss, to taking turns slapping your pussy.

you tried to keep your eyes on them but you could only handle so much before you head fell back against your bed, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “m’gonna put my fingers in sweet thing,” geto mumbled into your thigh, giving it a sweet kiss before plunging two fingers inside you. getos fingers began doing a scissoring motion, and to help you avoid the stinging stretch gojo sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

“i’m gonna cu-cum againnn, you’re gonna make me—” your body tensed as another orgasm washed over you, a much pleasing sight for the two men before you. “fuck she’s squeezing me real fucking tight, ease up yeah? gonna make it real hard for gojo to put his in too,” geto growled, curling his fingers in the most delicious way possible.

you whined something along the lines of ‘i’m tryinggg’ and gojo could’ve just ate you up the way you were being so cute. “hehe she’s so cute the way she’s trying to keep it together, just let go baby we’re right here to catch you,” gojo giggled menacingly, his two fingers slowly prodding at your entrance.

“don’t forget to go slow, don’t wanna hurt the poor thing now,” geto patted your thigh before giving it a sharp swat.

it took a little time to get you used to the stretch of four fingers inside your tight little pussy, but you managed like the good girl you were for them. “oh my fuckin’…” your mouth dropped as both men began to move their fingers at a semi-fast synchronized pace, digits bumping against that special that had your toes curling.

geto eyed your lonely breast and brought his free hand up to tweak at your nipple, gojo following suit. there was so much going on and your poor little brain could only handle so much before you were spluttering out nonsense making the two men chuckle.

“look at how wet she is….dripping all over the fucking bed,” geto groaned, pushing his aching erection against the edge of your bed. anything to find a little relief he’s only human. “she’s squeezing so tight i think she’s gonna cum again!” gojo moved his hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your thighs trembling.

you weren’t able to give them a verbal warning of intense orgasm, the only signal being being the clear stream of cum shooting from your pussy each time they pulled their fingers out. “catch some, but don’t swallow,” geto grunted, shoving gojos head down to catch some of your squirt in his already watering mouth.

once you were done they both slowly pulled their fingers out, a small whine leaving your lips from the emptiness. geto turned to gojo, his breathing uneven. “you know what to do,” he nodded his head towards you and gojo quickly understood, slowly crawling up the bed to where you laid, glazed eyes staring up the the ceiling with a fucked out smile on your face.

“open your mouth for him,” geto grunted squeezing the plushness of your thigh. you obliged and slowly opened your mouth, quickly met with the tart, tangy taste of your cum mixed in with a little of gojos spit. geto hummed happily giving your tummy a soft kiss, “that was fun, messy but fun nonetheless.”

the next twenty minutes were spent catering to your every need ofc. gojo having you between his legs, long arms wrapped around your waist while geto gently cleaned the mess up between your thighs. “did so good for us angel, thank you for letting us indulge in you,” gojo smiled, giving your hip a loving squeeze.

they both had raging boners but in this moment it was all about you but hey!! maybe once your rested up you’ll let them put both their dicks in you!! but don’t tell gojo that rn he might bust in his pants the poor thing :((

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 think i need someone older (s & f)

olderBoyfriend!Jungkook x inexperienced!reader

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content: some plot first, loss of virginity, age gap of 9 years (he´s 30), thigh humping, little dry humping too, cowgirl, he talks her through it, dom!jungkook, "sweet girl, baby, love", "gguk" lowkey insecure reader, praise, making out, breast play, clit play, creampie, unprotected, hickies on him, big c!ck Jungkook, small karaoke session, he´s whipped and wants to take care of her, short mention of alcohol (bc of that fucking bar he has omg), allusions to reader being short, she's very feminine

note from cherry: i tried to do justice to the people who wanted this, i hope you´re satisfied mwah! sooo sorry if it´s not giving lmao writing this was lowkey exhausting, also sorry for typos as always

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Jeon Jungkook is exactly like his preferred alcoholic beverage; whiskey. strong, rich, smooth, smells like oak and a hint of vanilla caramel. Much like your introduction to the drink, you met this man in a bar.

A real man- none of those barely twenty-year olds that paraded around in their sagged sweatpants and with a bright tap of unlimited unopened snapchats lighting up the dark corners of the bar. Jungkook is pure masculinity, a chest so full with security, so grounded in his abilities that it was practically impossible to ignore how his large, brown galaxy eyes focused on your face, zeroing in on your cupid´s bow while you licked the stinging remains of your moscow mule away- he paid for it, of course.

Once the enticing conversation that felt almost comically easy faded, you expected him to try and take you to his house- mansion, as he revealed in a sidetracked sentence. Although you were looking forward to seeing the small metal pearls below and over his eyebrow move as they crinkle in pleasure, the tight ropes of virginity had not yet been released in your 21 years of living. Shackles that keep you tied down- as promised out of your own, admittedly senseless morality, not to be opened by a stranger. The key to your cuffs belonged to a lover.

It was unforeseeable, nevertheless natural for him to droop his heavily tattooed arm around your waist while escorting you out of the establishment. The sleeve of his white button down folded up along his forearm for you to see the beauty of his skin, wondering just how many more of those carefully crafted works of art he´s hiding beneath the business casual attire.

Once engulfed in the harsh, bitter wind that itaewon possesses, his arm only drew you in closer, so near in fact, you were able to notice a small scar on his cheek, one you hadn´t been able to notice in the curse of a dimly lit place. The more your eyes adjusted to him, so grew your anger at the lighting inside your place of first meeting- it had done an injustice to the man you had already been disgustingly attracted to, stole the wholehearted, inescapable allure of such a mature presence.

The gentleman looks down into your awaiting eyes, only to ask if he may have your number, upon your agreement, he proceeded to tell you that he would be walking you home, wanting you to arrive safely since it must be dangerous for a woman to walk the streets of a party district at 2 am in the morning.

That encounter was four months ago, and only a month after that initial conversation, he had completely taken over you. Swallowed you whole in just how well he treated you.

Insistent of using his black card to buy you anything you remotely showed liking in, dedicated to communication, random flowers that showed up at your office and a constant offer of a ride in his luxurious black mercedes-benz GT63s; no matter how long it took- even if it was a inconvenience, sometimes taking longer to get to you than it would have taken you to simply retort to public transport.

"I told you i´d make it for you, didn´t I baby? hm?" his velvet smooth voice rings, from how he´s standing, with his body pressed against your back, towering over you, you could feel the hardened muscles of his torso meeting you. His large, slim hands reach to either side of your waist, to the glass filled with ice that you´re holding in between your own, gently removing them to resume the task that you were occupied with. Your eyes glance to the bulging of his bicep, that loose, casual tshirt did nothing to hide just how big he had gotten due to his newfound hobby.

you whine- almost, biting down on your lower lip to prevent just that from happening, "thank you gguk" you say, turning to peck the very muscle that´s invading your line of sight. He hums, a low, satisfied sound from the back of his throat.

"c´mere baby" patting one of his muscular thighs, his eyes drift to your figure walking towards him, iced tea in hand, just like he had made it for you. Sweet, light, refreshing, much like your presence in his life. Almost like a sign from the stars that his hearts content was somewhere, bundled in the form of a shorter girl with eyes that could entrance any sailor- far less siren like, no, wide with love and purity. Just what he had yearned for in any women he had met before you-whether tangled in meaningless sheets or involved in a month long, semi serious relationship, Jungkook was yet to cross paths with the one woman that would make him turn so desperate, he would have begged for their happiness on his knees. It might be romantic, even a tad dramatic to admit that from the very first word that left your pink glossed lips, he knew better than anyone else that he was in deep, deep trouble. Upon seeing the curve of your waist, hearing that soft, lulling voice, that embarrassingly obvious fact only intensified after finding out just how delightful you truly were, it made him want to rip his hair out- do anything in the possibility of his grip to see even a glimpse of your smile, of that lighthearted, cheerful giggle you let out regularly. He was drawn in my your feminine nature, by the way you let yourself fall into his caring embrace.

He´s quickly directed back to reality as soon as your legs make it to either side of the thigh he had patted earlier, a familiar position for this equally familiar occasion. Muscle memory sets in for him, grabbing the large karaoke remote to hand to you while he turns the microphone on. "Can you sing something to me first?" the question sets his bunny smile off, nodding instantly "Sure love, chose a song for me" he says. Your mind floods with ideas, but you settle for a song you´ve heard him hum millions of times, mindlessly going about.

"Malibu nights?", jungkook questions excitedly while the instrumental sets in, he knew the answer, but his heart swelled with joy at the notice you took to this song. After all, he loved to sing. Another layer to him that has you melting, growing into the embodiment of love that is endlessly cherishing what little fractions were revealed to your eyes in each fleeting moment. His honey voice reaches beautiful highs and lows you can only compare to something angelically otherworldly in nature.

It made you want to know just how deep he could growl, how far his sounds can drop with the dirty nothings you would love to have whispered in your ear. You felt filthy for letting your mind wander to such extends when all he did was sing, lulling you into drunken harmony with him. Still, you consciously lean back into his body, letting him wrap his arms around your waist, encircling it with his vanilla oak scent.

During the past four months, you were doomed to have to shatter his hopes, reveal the truth that somehow felt shameful ; that you´re fully untouched. Nothing further than a bad makeout had yet graced your skin, it made you feel even smaller admitting something so vulnerable to a man that carries almost an entire decade of experience more. Much to your comfort, his hands found the curve of your cheeks immediately, telling you that there is nothing to be embarrassed about, he would hand you the full control, you set the pace.

Internally, Jungkook drooled at the idea that the woman of his dreams was to have her first, the most memorable, sexual encounter with him. Your body belonged to him, devoted to only remember the touch of his lips, the curve of his cock, how he would mold you to his shape without the intrusion of another man having tried the same. Not that he would have wanted you any less if that had not been the case, but for one time in your relationship, he was oh so selfish to want you all to himself, aroused that your first person induced orgasm was going to be his and his alone. The prophecy fulfilled when on one, alcohol induced night a week ago, two of his long, tattooed digits made their entrance into your tight hole, relentlessly filling you until your soft thighs shook, until after your third high, he licked his fingers clean and let you taste yourself on his tongue.

The tunes get lost in silence, he sets the microphone down, having felt the warmth of your mound beneath the tights while you tried to subtly gain friction, scooting back on him. His palms find your thighs, tightly flushed around his muscle. They´re shamelessly wandering up and down the thin material that prevents his hot, calloused fingers from feeling up your smooth skin.

"Wanna do that again, love?" jungkook mutters, his pillowed lips latch on to your exposed neck, right at the gentle curve that paints the beginning of your shoulder, soft, faint kisses that leave a trail of barely sounding sighs behind.

"Do what?" feigning innocence to avoid internal humiliation, you ask him, knowing he wouldn´t let it go, not until you told him to. The sound of his husky chuckle sounds right on the sweetspot of your neck, he sucks a little harder, encouraging you with the constant rub to your thighs. Instinctively, the heat inside your panties grows as do the intensity of your desperate moans, your hips push back on his thigh, seeking the solidity that grants you the portion of satisfaction your needy button longed for

"that" he simply says, having found an anchor in your hips now, your plaid skirt bunches around his hands, slowly- tortuously so when met with the deliberate little humps he helps you to complete on him. You practically whimper once his tongue glides across your skin, dragging from your shoulder, up your neck, intertwined with his open mouth, loud kisses that don´t seem to stop.

"that´s it... do you even know how cute you sound?" he smiles, and you feel it, you feel the smile rise to his lips with every additional kiss, every noise you grant the hungry male. "gguk, wanna see you" you whine- the high pitched noise has him twitching in his training joggers, semi errect but about to stand stiff, just as noticeably as that night seven days ago, having formed a huge tent inside his slacks, there was no hiding his attraction, no use to conceal his utter need for you.. nor his size, not that he would be capable to anyways.

To your request, he helps you turn around, now facing that dim glow on your slightly embarrassed features, taking note of how you nibble on your lip with every grind forward, "that feel good sweet girl?" he asks, ghosting his lips over yours faintly, just enough to see how much you need it, "mhm.. really good" you mumble back, chasing after his lips that he can't deny you of any longer, the kiss is gentle, but nourishes your heat further

"wanna feel even better?" the pit in your lower abdomen grows at the tone of his voice, something much stronger is seeping through his system, something that screams dominance, you nod- naturally wanting to get lost in it. Jungkook's hands stop assisting you, instead, they take to your shirt, "can i take this off of you baby?" he waits for that little hum of yours before swiftly tugging it away from your form

It's almost frightening how quickly your mind reverts back to wanting to run away and hide, your arms fly across your chest, everything you felt so good doing stops and he stops too,

"don't hide, you're perfect, you're so fucking sexy" his eyes trace your skin, hands wrapping around your wrists to pull your arms away, revealing your chest hugged into your bra, and jungkook almost forgets how to breathe properly,

he groans- groans that delicious deep noise that makes your head spin, even more so when you feel his appreciation for your body, hands pulling you closer by the waist so can bury his head into your cleavage. "so beautiful" he mutters, darting his tongue out to lick the slit between your tits, "wanna touch all over you, make you feel so good" he says, finding the clasp on your back to open it with one hand. a silent reminder of his experience, one you did not have in the slightest but somehow, it felt even better that way

"mh.. feels good gguk" you can't help but moan at the forgein sensation, his lips wrap around your hardend nipple, groaning sweetly while he sucks on it, carefully swiping his tongue over the little nub- your other breast is securely fitted into his palm, thumb playing with it just like he does with his mouth, mirroring every little flick

"feels so good doesn't it? you smell so good baby" his lips move to do the same to your other breast, switching sides with a trail of saliva sticking to his lips,

In that moment you feel so sensitive, so lost in his secure hold and at the same time, so small in his skillful dominance that you simply relish in the feeling, grinding your soaked core into his thigh over and over, long, hasty drags over his muscle while his lips work magic on your skin, squeezing a little tighter, sucking a little harder because every stuttered whimper fuels his urge to take care of you

"that's it baby.. keep going, you're so good" your hands find his dark chocolate locs, threading through it with the need to ground yourself. it feels as though every time your clit meets him, instead of getting you closer to sensational relief it adds to the ache, feeds into your desire to take and take more of him, be consumed by his strength

"want this off please" your excited fingers fiddle with the hem of his oversized shirt, earning a smug grin from your boyfriend as he detaches from you, discarding of his top

Although you have seen him shirtless before, it's impossible not to salivate at the sight, at his toned broad torso that curves into a unfairly small waist, large arms flexing when he reaches for your tits again, massaging them once more,

"like what you see pretty?" he says, teasingly cocking his head and biting at the metal ring on the corner of his lip, you blush- the slick drools out even more between your thighs, "so hot gguk, annoyingly hot" he chuckles, joining the sound with your airy giggle, but he sucks in a breath as soon as you shift in his lap, now fully straddling him, naked chest pressed to his with your head burried in his neck, "hmm.. what are you up to baby?" his hands find your back, soothing himself not to pounce on you because the strain in his pants is staggering his breath, your errect nipples are rubbing against his skin and it´s making him shiver, desperate, oh so desperate for you

but he knows all to well not to overwhealm your sweet, virgin body, to let you take all the time you need until he can feel every breath of your submission

"wanna feel you gguk, can i?" jungkook almost purrs at how innocently you ask, suppressing the need to grind his hips into your heat from below, "of course baby, anything you want. it's all yours"

he meant it, every vein cursing through his body belongs to you, working, pumping blood through him for the sole purpose of loving you, taking care of you. "all mine?" you hum, aroused by the confidence he emitts, your hands trace up his torso, creating a small distance between your bodies to feel up the hard lines on his abdomen with laboured breath of your own, lips finding every small patch of his neck that make him hum, make his sighs of pleasure slowly turn into groans "all yours my love" the answer wasn't necessary, not when you already started to leave traces of you on his skin, faint, red bruises on his neck that he's impatiently waiting to run around with

"you feel so fucking good, need to feel more of you, will you let me sweet girl?" his words are intoxicating, washing away any doubt or fear and replacing it with a intense craving of sexual desire "please gguk i'm so wet for you" the sound reaches his ears and shuts down his entire system, his hands carelessly rip down your skirt and stockings, leaving you in those tiny grey boyshorts that he looses his mind over "baby how did you hide all this from me?" his hands caress your thighs, your hips, up your waist and to the soft flesh of your stomach with hungry, insatiable eyes that long for a taste of your every inch

"all yours" you mimic him, sounding just like him with your sultry, shy voice, already wanting to remove his own bottoms which he catches on, ridding himself of the nuisance "yeah, all mine. this is all mine" he says, smiling softly

Your drenched underwear meets his errection as he pulls you back on his lap, hands sitting on your waist, you look so vulnerable- almost fragile in his grip, shyly moaning because the curve of his cock presses into your skin like it was molded for you, needy folds clinging to your underwear and your clit throbs- throbs begging for another taste of friction

"I don't know how to do any of this" he suddenly he hears you mumble, seeing how you're playing with your fingers that sit on his lower abdomen, your head is turned to them, a slight pout decorates your features

jungkook feels the need to sob- to take away whatever is making that pretty head of yours feel so threatened even though you're the best thing he has ever felt, the only person he ever wants to lay his hands on ever again

"that's okay baby, hey, look at me for a second will you?" you comply, craving his lead, his security to catch you, most of all that gentle, masculine dominance that floods your senses effortlessly

"you're doing so so well pretty, you don't have to worry okay? i'll take you through it, make you feel so good" he says, cupping your cheeks in his palms while sitting up a little to press kisses to your nose, your forhead, your lips and cheeks,

unable to contain your smile, you nod, gaining back the heartbeat in your willing feminity to let him take care of you, "thank you baby" you say with upmost honesty, pressing your lips to his in a kiss of adoration

"mhm.. come on, let's get this off of you love" his whipers lingers on you, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear before pulling it off your lifted legs, he moans at the sight of your bare cunt, slick attached to the cloth and glistening over your feminity

"so beautiful, do you even realize how lucky i am? how thankful i am that this sweet, sweet girl is all mine to love?" he says softly, so softly that your eyes gloss a little bit, feeling so utterly vulnerable in front of him, so sexy in the most feminine way possible. blush creeps up your cheeks, his hands find your inner thigh, dancing around the sensitive skin "you're too sweet gguk"

he returns your smiles, lifting your hand to kiss it before intertwining it with his own, lacing his fingers into you because being apart from your body feels like torture in this moment. but you're eyes are busied elsewhere, locked on the large outline that stands rock solid insides of his calvins, a small, wet patch that indicates his arousal decorating the very top

"go ahead baby, take it off" not needing to be told twice, you help yourself to his boxers, tugging them down in one, slow motion that leaves him biting his bottom lip, he pushes them down to his ankles, kicking them off

both of you sit like this for a moment that feels like eternity, raw, bare and without a chance to hide in front of the other's desperate gaze, comfort, pure love that's inseparable with a pulsing you can no longer ignore, not when he´s so big, so broad and decorated with a vein alongside his curved shaft

he grabs at the flesh of your ass, pulling you to sit your gushing cunt over his stiff length, cursing at feeling how soft you are, how much arousal truly spills from your body

"you're so.. big gguk.. m'scared" your whine makes him coo, stroking your head while a possessive grip that stays on your hip, his left hand tethering to your hair in the meantime, "don't be, you were made for me sweet girl, made for it" your head falls to his shoulder, arching your torso into his body with a small hump to his leaking cock, "that's right baby, feel it, feel how hard i am for you" spurred on by his encouragement, you tighten your hands on his bicep, rolling your hips over his, his entire shaft is coated in your essence, angry pink tip meeting your swollen clit repeatedly, so much so you feel your thighs shake, feel an impending orgasm waiting to flow over your body,

Ripping yourself of that sensation, not yet- you tell yourself

"want it gguk, want it so bad" jungkook hums, kissing your neck messily, cock throbbing beneath you, "want what pretty? talk to me" he says, his own desire to claim you all to himself becomes unbareable with each passing second that you stay put

You shift forward again, whining, "please gguk" he groans, twitching at how desperate you sound, entranced with how needy you've become for him, he didn't even have to make you beg for it, you just did

effortlessly perfect for him, "come on, tell me my love" but he has to hear more, he needs to hear the dirty confession falling from your pure lips

"want your cock jungkook, please" there it is- that submissive, whiny plead for him, it makes him feel alive, throwing his head back on the black leather couch momentarily "good girl, fuck baby you're so cute" he praises, taking the base of his cock into his hand but something stalls him, "do you want me to eat you out first? make it nice and slippery?" his teeth graze your ear, kissing over the shell of it, "no gguk i want it, want it now"- another nibble, "anything for you"

Your hips lift, hovering your tight, clenching hole over his thick manhood, hands sweaty and grasping at his firm shoulders, he spots your anxiety, wishing nothing more but to ease it

"sit down on it baby, it's gonna sting okay? but you're so good, I know you can take it" more, more reassuring words that you drink in, just as you sink down on it, wincing as your brows meet in frustration

"hurts.." you mutter, fingers digging into his tanned skin- you can't bring yourself to move down further, clenching your muscle tightly around only his fat tip that feels like it's splitting your drooling pussy open. his hands find your back again, "ssh baby.. i know... but you'e such a good girl, i know you can take every inch of my cock"

It takes a couple more kisses to your shoulder for you to sink down fully on his length, painfully so- having your hands claw into him, your lips trembling in confusion of why it feels so good to have him stuffed into you so deeply you can feel it inside your tummy, stretching into every crevice of your gummy walls. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, fulfilling, deep pressure that you could get lost in- bathe in

Jungkooks feelings have synchronized with yours- he's unsure where you end or where he begins but you're clamped down on his cock, your skin already wet with sweat as it sticks to his unforgivingly, moans and shaky breaths fill in the silence, a unspoken question lingers, awaits for you to answer it

until you do, taking his large hands to your hips before pressing yours against his full pecks, a glint of confidence spites your eyes that makes jungkook want to hear you cry out his name over and over again

"oh fuck- baby you-" you whine, rolling your hips forward, mouth parted when you feel him move inside of you, slolwy, deeply "that's it my love, take your time, so sexy like this" his voice is far from stable, you moan again- the grinding becomes faster, assisted by his hands that pull you onto him just the way you like it- just like he said, you have it all, its all yours

"what- what if you can't come?" he needs to contain a laugh at that- the question is so absurd to him, so unimaginable that it makes him slightly angry why you couldn't understand that he could cum from seeing you alone, from one kiss to your chaste lips- he's already twitching at how sloppy, how loud your cunt is around him

"I almost came from seeing how needy that little pussy of yours is, you feel how hard i am don't you? all because of you baby" he mutters in response, you flourish at it, getting familiar with the grinding motion but you need more, you deserve more- so you start bouncing on him- up and down, slamming your own, curved hips down onto him. he's mesmerized by your pleasure, watching how your brows are knitted, how your lips leak with drool and airy moans, how your tits bounce- he gropes at them, cupping them greedily, his hands itch for your skin, for you to let yourself go on him

"good girl.. look at you, a natural at riding my cock- don't even need my help" you shake, exhaustion already growing in your eager hips but you cannot stop, you don´t want to stop taking every inch of his cock back into you, lifting your hips only to take him back in, "you're filling me so much" you moan into his mouth, having formed a unity with his lips that welcome you like home, "just like that pretty, little humps for me" he mumbles back, interlacing his tongue with yours

he tugs at your nipples with his inked fingers, reciprocrating the moaning, he mirrors you, throbs when you clench, explores your mouth when you part for him impatiently. it leaves you to no choice but to become his own reflection, your hips ground themselves in a stable rhythm as your fingertips roll over his own nipples, unexpectedly he whimpers, bites down into your shoulder cautiously

"That's it baby, driving me fucking crazy" he grinds his hips up into you, unlocking a feeling of bliss that leads you to errupt into pornographic moans, your hand flings to muffle them, eyes rolling back into your skull,

Jungkook is making love to you, letting you reach a state you would not have been able to imagine, not even in the slightest when all you have ever felt are your fingers hastily, uncoordinated on your bundle of nerves. still, he can feel you´re holding back, afraid to be loud- to take up space, but he's having none of it

"Dont be embarrassed sweet girl, you sound addicting, so cute, give me every little noise" sinful sensuality floods you with his encouragement, "gonna make you cum for me, deserve it don't you think?" you don't- in fact, you can't think, long gone into pleasure while his hips piston into you from below,

he slaps your clit gently, your walls clench from how good that feels, "i asked you something baby" he repeats, distracted by your droopy eyes that threaten to shut him out at any moment, "answer me sweet thing, do you deserve to cum hm?" he taunts, rutting his hips with a slower but harder motion, force that hits your g-spot- reels you back into the moment, you head moves frantically "yes, yes please i need to cum"

Jungkook groans in satisfaction, "that's right.. best little cunt, all mine" he goes back lapping at your chest, licking his way to any patch of skin that your addictive smell lurs him to- he feels all over your skin, sneaking his fingers to where your bodies morph into one so he can draw tight circles on your clit, stimulating you to cry out his name,

"Jungkook.. i- i can't stop it i-" you stutter, thighs tensing around him, the feeling is so overwhealming that you can't keep your head up, can't warn him more than that since you're already letting your dew sprinkle out- letting the shocks roll over your body

"just like that.. make a mess on my cock baby, you did so well, come for me" he rasps, his heavy balls release into your tightness at the thought that crosses his mind- the knowledge that he had made you orgasm, that your virginity belonged to him solely,

It embraces the both of you, fills you with a sense of euphoria that none of you wish to end

As the high washes over you, you break out into a small shudder, aware of his milky cum that splurts your walls white, aware of the oversensitive area between your legs that jungkook's fingers slowly stop touching, landing to your unstable and sore thighs instead.

his heavy breathing is woven into yours, contrasting how slowly, lazily he manages to caress your naked skin, finding comfort in your warm body

the small whisper of his name catches him off guard, he hums, pulling back to cup your face, "are you okay my love? feel good?" his eyes rank over your tired features, glowing before his very own eyes,

"so okay. I love you" you breathe out, pressing a kiss to his button nose,

"I love you too baby, so proud of you" his nose nuzzles against yours, "you were so so good"

your shy giggle lights up his face like it always does, "thank you.. for taking my virginity... felt so good" you mumble with your bottom lip tucked away between your teeth- it awakens his soft- still nestled cock, his hands grip your ass- feeling the flesh spill beneath his fingers "thank you for your trust baby, but god, you're gonna make me lose it" jungkook says into your neck, nose tracing the delicate line of your shoulder,

"why? is it too much?" unbeknownst to you, Jungkook rolls his eyes in annoyance, how could you be so fucking adorable?

"Let me show you why" he answers, making your head perk up a little,

"Wanna lay down for me pretty? I can give you another one, as many as you want. You deserve it, wanna spoil you, fuck i wanna give you everything you want" faintly audible as he's speaking into your skin, having already laid you down onto the cold cushions of his unreasonably expensive leather couch.

[inupibaldspot]

Back off,kid.

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : (Teen)Gojo is jealous over (kid) Fushiguro having a crush on you.

Fushiguro Megumi always wonders if he made the right choice every time a white-haired sunglass wearing teenager walks into the house.

The tall older boy would grin as his hands form a salute. “You doing good Megumi and Tsumiki?”

He was as useful as the indoor plants. Fushiguro thought.

Gojo wasn’t much good at cooking and neither helped with cleaning, probably because of his rich background—but he did spoil them with lots of food and pocket money but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

As much as Fushiguro would love to throw insults at Gojo, he holds back his tongue each time; Tsumiki would send sharp glare and nag him if he did.

The first friend he brought to visit them was a girl; it was after Gojo went missing for a while and when Tsumiki inquired about it ,he simply said one of his dear friend went cray-cray as his finger twirls at the temple of his head.

The girl had short, brown hair with a distinct smell of cigarette; her name was Shoko Ieiri. She wore an impressed look when she entered the house as she looked over to Gojo. “Heh— The place is pretty neat,Gojo.”

Fushiguro looked to Gojo who placed some groceries on the counter top with a proud smile on his face. “I know right!” Gojo replies.

The young boy frowns. “It’s Tsumiki who keeps the place clean.” Shoko gives Gojo a stare before she cackles.

A week later when Tsumiki was still in school with club activities, another person makes an appearance ,you. He could faintly hear conversations between you and Gojo through the front door on how you’d actually wanted to visit them sooner but was bombarded with mission before it swings open.

The first thing Fushiguro noticed was how Gojo seemed to make you enter first— other times he barges in without a care for Shoko— his hands near your back with a slight space, without touching it. Why was Gojo being nice?

You blink at the dark haired boy. “Fushiguro Megumi, right?” Gojo peers from behind as you smile. “Did you eat?”

“Not yet. Waiting for Tsumiki to get home.” Fushiguro thinks you’re the first person who is kind of decent.

You nod take plastic bag from Gojo’s hands and lift up it, your smile widen. “I’ll make you some good stuff then.”

“I want to eat your cooking too,y/n.” Gojo chirps in only to be ignored. And to your credit, it was actually good. He didn’t remember the last time he had something this good home made.

After that, your visits seemed to increase which Fushiguro Megumi did not mind, in fact he was getting fond of your presence. You helped with food, cleaning which lessened the load on Tsumiki plus you also helped him with his studies.

“You seemed to get it now, Megumi.” Poor kid, blushes a bit hearing your compliment. “Practice this set of questions and I think you’ll do pretty well on your tests.” You smile.

Fushiguro nods as he does as you say, face still heated up. He looks up at you, who was reading a book. Your hair slightly in your face, lips slightly parted with eyes focused. You were extremely beautiful and as much as he wouldn’t admit it , he had a big fat kid crush on you.

“Megumi-chan.” Suddenly he is shoved to the side as a body makes way in between you and him. It was Gojo who sat in between. “Move over~ This seat is mine.”

The boy frowns and so did you, not liking Gojo’s action. “Don’t interrupt the kid, who is studying.” Kid? Ouch…You huff as your move over, despite you complaining you make space for him, focus back on your book.

Fushiguro watched as Gojo leans closer to you, almost resting his head on your neck as he looked over to your book; after a while eyes slowly moved over to you, his expression softens.

Gojo smiles as he tugs a piece of hair behind your hair, to which you don’t react as if it was normal. Thee older man then turns his head to Fushiguro—oops,he got caught staring.

The white haired boy then grins, a condescending one in fact as he mouths out the following words.

‘y/n-is-mine.” Fushiguro huffs. ‘back-off.”

·:*¨༺ Part 2༻¨*:·

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[nereidprinc3ss]

hi!!! here for a request. can we have a imagine where reader has a wound from surgery or whatever on like in a rib and she hides to change the bandages but then spencer sees her and he’s like ‘lemme help you’ and…

you do you for the rest!

in which spencer helps BAU fem!reader change her bandages in the bathroom at work. it's intimate, and he's adorable and awkward, and it only fuels her terrible, terrible crush.

warnings/tags: fluff, talk/description of wound, brief talk of being stabbed (does not actually occur in this fic lol), reader wears a bra, spencer undoes said bra but not sexually, lots of suggestive humor and teasing, a TINY sprinkling of angst but not really, idiots in love

a/n: i'm picturing early seasons spencer and it is filling me with so much unbridled joy. I. LOVE. HIM. thank you for the request!! and lets not talk about how inconsistent my formatting for requests is pls and thanks!!

It’s not like you meant to bend down so quickly that your wound reopened—but here you are, suffering the consequences of your actions in the women’s bathroom at Quantico as you try to assess the injury before you re-bandage it. And your shoe is still untied. 

Unfortunately, the fact that you had quite literally been stabbed in the back last week makes it hard to reach said injury—especially when you’re at work and so can’t take off your shirt like you normally would. And all this struggling means it’s taking longer than it should, so now you’re focused on the wound and its scabby, wet edges and all the things it’s secreting rather than hurrying to give another statement of the entire event to Hotch since the first one had apparently been too sparse on the details. 

A knock sounds on the open door. Spencer calls your name. 

“You in there?”

The angle of your neck has your voice slightly strained as you call back, “yeah, what’s up? Is it Hotch?” you pause to hiss as you accidentally scratch at the wound with a nail. You don’t even want to know how much bacteria you just introduced to it. “Tell him I didn’t forget our meeting, I’ll be there in—”

“It’s not Hotch. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with your back? I know you said you were going to check on it, but you’ve been in there a while.”

You sigh, dropping your sore arm as you continue to hold up your shirt with the other and regarding the reflection of your back in the mirror. 

“Actually—could you come in here?”

There’s a pause. 

“You want me to come into the women’s restroom?”

“Yes, Spencer. It’s fine. There’s nobody else in here. I just… I need some help, I think.”

The last part is admitted quietly, with an air of defeat. To admit to needing help, is, by your standards, the same as failure. Spencer knows this, which is probably the only reason he puts aside his hesitations and shuffles uncertainly into the tiled room. If you’re asking for help, it’s because you really need it. 

“What do you need help with?” he asks, sweeping his gaze suspiciously around the lavatory as if you were lying about there not being any other women present and this whole thing might be a trap of some sort. 

“It’s gross, and you can totally say no.”

He raises his brows expectantly, before spotting the weeping wound on your back. Unconsciously he steps closer, leaning forward. It’s not your fault, and the gore is not specific to you—anyone’s body would react this way to being stabbed. But you still feel embarrassed by the close attention to such an ugly marring, which nobody besides you and your doctors has actually seen up close.

“That doesn’t look good,” he mutters. The expression on his face is irritatingly familiar—the drawn brows, tightened eyes, barely parted lips—but it takes a moment before you realize what it is. 

“Reid,” you complain. He’s still stooped over slightly to examine the wound, and looks up at you through dark lashes with those infuriatingly warm puppydog eyes.

“What?”

“You’re looking at me the way you look at a dead body on the slab.”

His nose scrunches.

Some might say it scrunches adorably. 

“No, I’m not. That’s just my face.”

“Okay, well stop. It’s freaking me out.”

He pouts—actually pouts. Subtle, but bottom lip jutted out and all. It’s ridiculously endearing. 

“My face freaks you out?”

“Wh—no! That’s not what I said! You have—you have a great face! I didn’t mean—” 

You manage to claw yourself out of the hole you’re digging when you see the dopey smile growing on his face. 

Oh. He was fucking with you. 

He never used to do that. It’s unnerving to be the fucked with instead of the fucker for a change. Especially when it’s Spencer. 

“What did you need me for?” Spencer asks by way of peace offering. You close your eyes and sigh, attempting to collect your thoughts without his presence re-scrambling them.  

“Um—I just need you to put this bandage over it. I can’t reach without taking my shirt off.”

And now you’re forced to wonder if he’s thinking about you shirtless as much as you’re thinking about you shirtless.

“Yeah—don’t do that,” he says absentmindedly, stepping again closer to get a better look before turning to the nearest sink.

For some reason, this offends you. 

“Why not?”

Spencer pulls another face as he washes his hands—you love the constant flow of expressions he always seems so unconscious of. Even when they’re not pleasant and directed at you.  

“Are you asking me why shouldn’t you take your shirt off?” he clarifies. 

“I know why I shouldn’t take my shirt off, but I want to know why you think I shouldn’t take my shirt off.”

“Because we’re at work?” he observes astutely. You frown deeply at his completely logical reply. Spencer chuckles as he dries his hands and approaches once more, taking the square of gauze pre-lined with medical tape from your hand. “I mean, I can’t stop you. But it would be kind of a weird choice.”

“Oh, so me shirtless is weird?”

Cool fingers meet the comparatively hot skin of your back—where everything is still sensitive because the wound wreaked havoc on your nerves there. You flinch slightly. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs gently. Though his touch is so incredibly light it doesn’t really hurt—it hurts much less than when you’re tending to the wound, anyway. It’s almost soothing. After a moment he continues, a bit louder. “And that is not what I was saying. But I am completely comfortable asserting that it would be weird for you to be shirtless at work.”

The gentle touches contrast with his teasing words and serve to disorient you as you’re shaken back in to your usual dynamic. Which is markedly more sarcastic. 

“Well—”

Before you have to think of something to say, Spencer interrupts you. 

“Your, um—I think your… brassiere… is in the way.”

As soon as he says it you burst out laughing. It echoes through the room. 

“My brassiere? Are you actually 70 years old?”

His brows knit even tighter and his face gets very pink very quickly. He can’t meet your eyes over your shoulder. 

“That’s what it’s called.”

“Spencer, you may be the first person to use that word since 1952. Say bra.”

“I don’t want to,” he complains. Your laughter only grows as your head tips back. 

“Why? How is brassiere better than bra?”

“It’s—it’s too colloquial! I’m trying to be professional!”

“Call it a bra or I’m going to rub my dirty hands all over my back,” you threaten, adopting a poker face so he knows you mean business. His eyes widen immediately. 

“Oh my god! Bra! Do you want to introduce staph and meningitis and g—do not do that!”

“See? How hard was that?”

“I hate you,” he mumbles, face still flushed and adorable. “And you still have to take it off.”

“Excuse me?” you grin, pretending to be affronted because you know he didn’t mean it like that but it’s fun to pretend he did. Fun for you, of course. Not so much for him. He's utterly flustered by this point.

“Or at least undo it! It’s in the way.”

With a deeply bored sigh, you go to unclasp your bra—but as you go to do it your shirt drops down. You grimace, humor briefly forgotten as the fabric brushes the damaged skin. 

“I can’t—”

“Okay, just—I’ll do it,” Spencer says. “Just move your shirt again.”

So you do, watching his reflection as he works.

And you have not one joke to break the heavy silence with as you feel his knuckles gently pressing into the middle of your back, as he unclasps the bra with his characteristic tenderness and a surprising amount of agility. It’s quiet except for your pulse in your own ears as he carefully pushes it out of his way, holding it down with a hand to your rib cage and fingertips slipping just under the fabric of your shirt—unintentionally and certainly non-sexual, no doubt, but skimming under your heart in a way that still feels so intimate you’re realizing how touch-starved you are. 

“You do that often?” you find yourself asking, because you’re stupid, and you need to cool the tension before it chokes you, and you can’t help yourself even though you don’t actually want to know the answer. 

“I,” he begins, voice quiet as rustling paper, tongue darting over his lip and eyes narrowed. The sentence stalls as he focuses on placing the patch just so. “Do not think that is an appropriate workplace question.”

Something aches in the pit of your stomach. 

Something resembling jealousy. 

It was not the timid evasive linguistic maneuver of someone who is insecure about the thing they’re discussing. It was not the awkward fumbling no but I don’t want to tell you that which you were expecting from Spencer Reid. 

Nor is it an easy yes—an admission between friends. He doesn’t want to tell you. 

You swallow and try to act like yourself. 

“Yet here you are, in the woman’s restroom at our place of employment, undoing my bra. I think we’re past professionalism.”

“When you decontextualize it like that it sounds like something it’s not. This is professional, because I’m helping you with a wound you sustained on the job. I’m being a good colleague.”

Your lips twist into a smile he can’t see. 

“A great colleague would kiss it better.”

“It's almost like you want me to file a sexual harassment complaint with HR," he says through a little smirk as he smooths the bandage over. Before you can snip back, he steamrolls over his own teasing—you’ve both been speaking in almost reverent tones since he started but his voice loses the sarcastic edge from a second before and reverts back to concerned and sweet. “Does that feel okay?”

You rotate your shoulders best you can without letting go of your shirt or flashing the good doctor to check if it feels secure.  

“It’s good. And hey—if I were going to sexually harass you I would do a lot better than that. You think that’s my best material? That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I keep so many inappropriate comments to myself. You’d be shocked by some of the things I have almost said to you.”

He laughs, secures the band of your bra and begins fitting it to the clasp you’d had it on—and at that precise moment Emily walks in. 

“H—woah.”

“It’s—I’m—I was helping her!” Spencer panics, immediately removing his hands from you like his palms are burning and holding them up defensively. 

“Oh, you helped me alright,” you tease, pulling your shirt back into place. 

“Don’t say it like that!” And then, to Emily, “I was changing out her bandage!”

“Changing my bandage,” you emphasize, winking more than is advisable. 

“That’s—this is a hostile work environment! I feel unsafe!” Spencer almost yells, half laughs, as he scampers towards the door. “I’m going to HR!”

“Shut up! You love it!”

His laughter audibly travels farther away for several moments as he presumably goes back down the hallway to do his actual job. 

You have the stupidest grin on your face, but you wipe it off when you notice Emily staring. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head and looking away, moving toward a stall. “You’re just… you guys are funny.”

“What do you mean funny?” You demand, standing right outside her stall as she closes it. 

“Wh—I mean funny! Are you going to listen to me pee, you weirdo?”

You frown. 

She makes a good point. 

Unfortunately, giving Hotch a more detailed statement is just as bad as you’d thought it’d be. Despite how cheery you’ve tried to remain about the whole situation, despite the way you insisted that the wound was so shallow you didn’t need more than a few days off work, despite the jokes you make about forgetting it’s even there because it’s on your back—it’s hard not to remember exactly how the glass felt twisting under your skin, how you’d felt suddenly so hot and lightheaded and sick to your stomach and the way Morgan hollered because he didn’t know how deep it had gone after you crumpled quick from shock, when you’re asked to describe it all in excruciating detail. 

It only takes ten minutes, but they seem to drag on and on and by the time you’re leaving Hotch’s office you feel utterly drained. You hurry back to your desk, covertly wiping away moisture that you refuse to allow to become tears. Once seated, and having dodged sympathetic looks and avoided any do you want to talk about its, you allow yourself a few deep breaths with your eyes shut. 

When you open them, you realize there’s a fresh cup of your favorite tea on your desk, in the Snoopy mug the team is always fighting over. Now his little black nose is covered by a square of yellow paper. You’re already smiling as you peel away the sticky note and hold it closer. 

On it is an adorably odd smiley-face, and a note in familiar, messy looping scrawl. 

I would never report you to HR beautiful

That would be a stab in the back!

You snort loudly and clap a hand to your mouth—but you’ve already drawn the attention of almost everyone in the bullpen. 

When you turn to look at Spencer, he’s not looking back. Instead, his eyes are firmly trained on his computer screen. But he’s got his chin propped on his fist over the desk, and his knuckles are doing a poor job of concealing a giant self satisfied grin. He is the only person on the team who knows you well enough to make such a distasteful joke. And he also knows you well enough to know that it would make you feel so much better after your meeting with Hotch than all the well-meaning sincerity in the world ever could.

Funny. 

Maybe that is the right word for what you two are.