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luvwestwood · 4 months

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"Thank You For Your Service" - Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna

4,341 words.

warnings. nsfw, firemen! toji/sukuna, food-play, oral sex, p in v, mildly dubious con, double penetration, unprotected sex, throat fucking, rough play/sex, praising kink, creampie, degradation/dumbification (slut, whore)

notes. as an owner of your own independent bakery, you deliver your local firemen some sweet treats as a 'thanks' for their service. although a few of the men at the station decide to have a little fun with you. aka toji and sukuna fuck you silly and stuff you with their cum like a profiterole. also this has been in my draft for ages and I wanted to post it before I get back to classes 😭💀

banner cred. @/yunonoai on twt/ig

After successfully balancing the cash register, you glance over to the clock on the wall that reads sharply, '4:30' in the afternoon.

The rest of the staff, aka the young students you've hired to work in your bakery were long gone, as you had let them off quite early today.

You walked over to the display fridges to see what's remained of the cakes from today. As expected, there were a good few things left such as profiteroles and small dessert cakes.

"Mmm, maybe I should give these to the firemen down at the station."

You smiled as you came up with the sustainable idea to gift the local fire station a box of sweet treats as a thank you for their service. I mean, who wouldn't want free cakes?

You hummed as you tied the pink ribbon over the box. Hopefully you put enough in there, you knew that those working at the fire station were hardworking people, so they needed a lot to refuel.

Glancing to the clock again, only fifteen minutes have passed. You decided it was time to make your way to the fire station. You made sure everything was left prepared for the opening staff tomorrow. Grabbing your coat from the staff room, you took the rest of your belongings, and the nicely wrapped box, making your way to the fire station.

The walk wasn't long, as the station was only located down the avenue. They put the station in a place to make sure it was accessible for everyone. It was convenient for you at this moment too.

Coming to the front of the fire station, you were met with the garage shutters open. You weren't sure if you should just walk in through there, or go around to the visitors entrance. The lights were on though, and you could hear a faint chatter coming from the inside.

Deciding to take a peek, you could see two men sitting in chairs and talking, which you assumed were the firemen on duty today.

You couldn’t really make out their faces, but you could tell one had coral hair, the other, a dark black. At the same time, you mentally slapped yourself for freezing in one spot, wondering why you were unable to move.

Your eyes scanned their bodies, the muscular physique they owned had only been complimented by the fitted navy shirt they were wearing. You could tell both had put in the work at the gym. For once, you wished you were in a burning building right now.

Suddenly, the coral haired man looked in your direction, and by now you could make out some strange tattoos on his face. You gasp, startled at the fact he had caught you staring for awhile like some idiot. Curious, the raven haired man turns his head as well, and speaks.

"Well.. what do we have here?" he continued, "You lost, doll?" his voice so deep, it only went straight through your ears, down to your pussy.

By now, you had the attention of the two men, and it sort of felt belittling in a way. Part of you wanted to turn around and leave, as if nothing happened. Or maybe you could act like you walked into the wrong place.

Gulping, you clutched onto the corners of the box out of nervousness. "No.. I work at the local bakery down the block. I came here to uhm...” Your voice trails off, you had forgotten what to say.

The coral haired one butts into the conversation.

"Oh Toji, you've made her all nervous. She's so soft spoken now." He motions his hand for you to come closer, the so called 'Toji' rolling his eyes at what the other had said.

Hesitant, you stepped through the garage entrance, now hearing it close behind you as you walked closer to the two men. I guess there’s no turning back now..

You still didn't know what the coral haired one was called.

As you finally stood in front of them, they respectfully did the same, standing from the chairs they were just on.

Your stomach churned as you noticed the difference between your heights, the men now towering over you had only made the nauseous feeling worse. It had caused you to look up at them, like some lost puppy. Am I really this sex deprived?

You could have sworn that you felt something purr down there as the so-called Toji crosses his arms, his massive biceps on show. His navy fitted shirt practically sculpted over his muscles.

Begging to get out of this place that made it more difficult to withstand each minute, you spoke first.

“I work at the bakery down the street,” you continued after a breath, “..and I just wanted to give you these goodies as a thank you for your service to this city.”

Wanting to compensate for discomforting you earlier, Toji speaks. “Ain’t that sweet? S’kuna, take the box and put it behind me on the table.”

Sukuna, gently takes the box from your grasp. You felt your face warm up as his more bigger, calloused hands made contact with yours. He smiled at you, possibly for a silent thanks. You couldn't help but do the same.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you blushed. Flattered that these men were praising you. “Oh, it’s nothing really..” you slowly took a step back. “Anyways, I better get going.”

Toji had only kept his eyes on you, as if he were to devour you at any moment. Leaning against the table behind him, Toji didn't dare to look at anything else in the garage. Sukuna was busy on the other hand, toying with the pink ribbon on the box.

“..Leavin’ already? Isn't that a shame, I thought that you yourself came with these desserts.” Toji snickered, looking at Sukuna behind his shoulder for a response.

Your lashes fluttered, in utter shock you were speechless.

Sukuna, could only laugh at Toji’s cheeky joke that was laced with filth. His own eyes watched you as he sucked the cake’s cream off his fingertips.

Awkwardly laughing, you brush off what just happened. “..I really.. need to get going. I have a bus to catch.” You lied, thinking that it would be able to get you out of here.

“C’mon, it’s not everyday we get the opportunity to share these cakes with a pretty girl. Right, ‘kuna?”

“Yeah, today’s our lucky day.” Sukuna hums, his sentence ending with a smirk.

Biting your lip, you thought about it for a moment. I mean, there wouldn’t be anything else for you to do as soon as you come home.

You knew you were going to regret this, but part of you wanted to stay. I mean, what could go wrong? “Mmm, okay fine, I guess I have a few minutes to spare..”

Toji grins, the scar on his mouth moving with his lips as you walk back closer to the two. "I promise, we'll make the most of it."

He stands back from the table, casually grabbing you by the waist and swiftly setting you atop the table as if you were a doll. You could only hiccup, taken aback by his sudden gesture. You immediately tug down on your skirt due to it rising up just now.

Flustered and warm, you made the sensible decision to take off your coat. Toji only takes it from your possession, setting the coat down on a chair nearby.

Your legs dangled off the edge of the table, slowly swinging back and forth, taking a few breaths to calm your nerves as you watch the men’s next move.

Toji stood in front, facing you, almost between your legs as he reached over to the box of desserts on your right side, grabbing one of the few cream cakes.

Sukuna on the other hand, makes small talk with you. “You make these yourself, beautiful?”

“Oh no, not just by myself. I have a few other staff at my bakery who of course help out.”

He nods slowly in approval, wiping the rest of the ganache off his hands using the pants of his cargo overalls.

You bit your lip, asking a sudden question out of curiosity . “Can I ask, where’s the rest of your crew?.. Is it just you two?”

Toji, busy taking a bite of the cake rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t matter right now,” the question stays unanswered as he changed topics, “God, the cream in this- whatever the fuck this is- tastes great. What you call these again?”

"It's called a profiterole," You watched as Toji took a huge bite, licking the cream off the corners of his mouth.

He uses his finger to swipe a small dollop of the cake’s cream onto his fingertips, bringing it closer to your mouth.

“Here, try it for yourself, It’s the best thing I’ve had.”

Does he expect me to suck it off his finger just like that..?

You knew better, this man was a stranger. Should you really be going around casually sucking on men's fingers? “Oh, I don’t know if I should-”

“Don’t leave me hangin’ doll! creams gonna slide off my finger..”

You shyly gabbed onto his hand, sucking the cream off his fingertip. Toji would be lying if he said that a tent didn’t just form in his cargos. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to come out.

"'Atta girl.." Toji purred as he felt your hot mouth wrap around his finger.

He could only imagine what it would be like if you were to suck your own juices off his fingers after they had just been inside you.

This whole time, Sukuna was quietly watching everything unfold. He could feel a tinge of jealousy wash through him, angered at the fact that Toji was all handsy with you, and poor Sukuna couldn’t get a turn.

His index finger left your lips with a pop, his eyes never leaving yours. You heard Sukuna shuffle around with the box, his footsteps coming close to both where you and Toji were.

He gently pushed Toji aside, and unfortunately the raven haired sex fanatic took offense to that, Toji stabbing daggers into the back of Sukuna's head as he replaced his spot.

You shivered as Sukuna slithered his one hand onto your bare leg, the other hand holding another one of the cakes.

"How 'bout you share this one with me? Say ahh.." He brings the cake closer to your face, your face heating up from his hand slowly caressing the velvety skin on your thigh.

You grabbed onto his hand to stop it, "I'm really full, thank you th-"

Sukuna's hand suddenly moved down to your chest, smearing cake all over your blouse. The rest of the cake falling onto your skirt.

You jittered as you felt the cold cream manage to dribble down your sternum behind the fabric, a high pitch gasp escaping your lips out of discomfort.

"Oh my.." he continued with a devilish grin, "My hand slipped."

You gasped, your blouse now all ruined with red velvet cake and buttercream. "It's.. okay.. I'm heading home anyways."

"No, no-“ Toji behind him stepped in, "We gotta do something about that."

You tried to reassure them; using your hands as support to try hop off the table, "Guys, I promise it's nothing seriou-" but unfortunately Sukuna grabs the side of your thighs, setting you back on the table.

"Yeah no," thinking, Sukuna crosses his arms. "We gotta take that top off. In fact, take everything off."

Toji smirked, and let out a laugh. "I agree,"

Sukuna's large hands reached for the buttons of your blouse, pulling the top apart, the remaining fragments thrown to the other side of the garage.

The tiny buttons fly everywhere as you wince at the sight that unfolded before your eyes. You were able to see the evident change in the two men's demeanor as their eyes landed on the black lacy bra that was now on show.

"Ah-" Sukuna cooed, "She got some between her tits. Get this girl some tissue."

Toji walked around the garage in search of a tissue roll, and you watched him like a hawk, using your arms to cover your chest. "Can't seem to find any 'round here.."

Unable to form a sentence, you gape your mouth open at Toji, then to Sukuna.

"Well that's too bad.." he reaches for your arms, pulling them apart to expose your cake-stained chest back to him. “I wouldn’t mind licking it off.”

“Wait- I don’t think that’s-“ you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this badly right now.

“Shh…” His hands snake down your chest to your abdomen, gently pushing you to lie against the table.

Your nipples go hard due to the contact of your back with the table’s cold surface, luckily they weren’t able to see that.

You felt as Sukuna’s wet tongue touches your stomach, slowly gliding up towards your cleavage that was stained with cream. You gasp, a breathy moan escaping your lips. That was enough to tell them both that you wanted this as much as they did.

You immediately grab onto his hair, and you could feel the smirk form against your skin.

You heard Toji’s footsteps come closer to your side of the table, he was suspiciously quiet for the time being.

Sukuna would only look up at you as he licked off the creamy residue all over your chest. The warmth from his tongue was ticklish, but this scene arousing enough to have a pool form between your legs.

“Think we gotta take this tiny skirt off too..” you felt him roughly grab on your skirt to slide it off, but not strong enough to rip it apart.

You could only clamp your thighs together, as the rest of your garments were stripped of you, the outcome being you all flustered that you were so exposed in-front of the two men.

Sukuna uses his hand to force your legs open, his head moving between your legs.

Until you felt another pair of hands clutch onto your panties and- rip!

You shudder as your bare pussy was met with the cold air of the garage, hoping to feel Sukuna’s warm, wet mouth but you were mistaken.

It was more cake.

Toji had smeared a Victoria-sponge dangerously below your lower abdomen.

Toji could only palm himself through his pants as he watches Sukuna devour the cake that was making its way towards your clit.

His tongue made its way to your dripping hole, slowly fucking into you back and forth.

“T-that feels.. so good..” you breathe out, Sukuna’s cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he heard this.

Unable to watch anymore, Toji stops palming himself through his pants. He makes his way to the box of desserts, disassembling a jam donut, scooping the strawberry glaze into his hands.

Horny, and jealousy filling his body like mad, he walks behind the table where your head was almost hanging off.

He eagerly unzips his cargos with an unoccupied hand, grabbing for his cock that has been nothing but a nuisance to him these past few minutes.

Too busy moaning in pleasure, you looked up to Toji, your vision of him upside down as you were laid against the table.

You could only watch as Toji’s heavy, thick cock slaps against your forehead, his jam covered hand wrapping around the base and making a mess of it on his length.

You felt his hand smear the strawberry residue all over your chest again, which was most likely for Sukuna to be able to lick.

“Better open wide you slut, or else it won’t fit.” You felt Toji’s hand grab onto your jaw, forcing mouth to open wider.

You moan as his cock fills your mouth so full, the sweet jam from the donut coating your taste buds. Toji wraps his hands around your neck, his two thumbs caressing your throat as he fucked his cock into it.

He groans, “Fuck, just like that..” throbbing as he felt the outline of his cock form against the skin of your throat. Squelching noises could only be heard as he staggeringly rut his hips back and forth.

You could hear Toji grunting above you from the sensation of the vibrations going to straight to his cock as you moaned. You felt Sukuna on the other end lapping at your clit, fucking you with two fingers of his fingers at the same time.

Taking a minute to close your eyes, you indulged in the pleasure you were receiving at both ends. At the same time, you were unable to tell who ripped your bra off you.

Toji pulls his cock away from your throat, leaving you to gasp for air. You shut your eyes tightly, disappointed at the empty feeling you were left with. Warm spit trickled down your face, Toji caressing your cheek but only to slap in after.

Toji doesn’t forget to plant a wet kiss on your lips before pulling away. You whimper as he leaves your side, but only this time he starts walking over to Sukuna’s end.

Sukuna pulled away from your dripping holes too, you wince and moan, praying that this isn’t the final moment that they’d have hands on you. You were too scared that the fun was cut short.

Using your elbows to prop yourself up, you watch the two men, speechless. You try to use this opportunity to catch your breath, but your head only falls back down onto the table. You stay sprawled out on the table, looking up at the bright lights of the garage.

“Feel like it’s time to stuff some cock in that pussy, don’t cha think?” Toji speaks, voice raspy from groaning.

“I think so too. But I’m fucking her first,” Sukuna replies.

A disagreeing Toji snaps back. “Nah, I want to.”

“Aren’t you forgetting we can both fuck her at the same time?” Sukuna suggests, your eyes widening at the thought of two men stuffing you full of cock at the same time.

You could almost predict that they could break you into two, and you have no idea how big any of them are yet. You use your elbows to prop yourself up again, your face showing an expression of disbelief. “I- I can’t do that.. I don’t think I can.”

Of course, they'd hardly take that as an answer. “We’ll see that for ourselves.”

You felt Sukuna grab onto your thighs once more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you towards him. He effortlessly picks you up, carrying you over his shoulder and walking towards what seemed like one of the fire trucks.

You heard a door open, Sukuna placed you onto a longer leather seat that was behind the driver in the truck cab.

Hearing a door open behind you, Toji follows inside, crawling onto the same leather seat. He lays back, hands pumping his cock as he watches you from the other side of the seat.

Dazed, you could only immediately crawl onto Toji’s lap, straddling him. He grins, his hands squeezing onto the soft skin of your tits and fondling as you waited for Sukuna to join.

Sukuna climbs onto the seat but this time behind you. Toji slightly moves his head to the side, taking a peek at Sukuna. Too bad, Sukuna was already busy fucking your ass with one of his fingers, making sure you were ready to be stuffed of his cock.

Jealous, Toji grips onto the doughy skin on your hips, aligning his tip with your dripping cunt before slowly sliding in.

You let out a long string of moans and curses, as you felt his thick length stretch you out as you sink down onto his cock.

“God, you feel so good around my cock. ‘S like your pussy’s made for it.”

Hearing a zip behind you, you disregarded it, as you were still trying to adjust to Toji’s size. This was cut short as you were caught by surprise by Sukuna filling you up with his own cock, this time in your ass. He was thick, but not thick as Toji. Although the length made up for it, you would think that he was all the way in but in reality it was only half.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as both of their cocks were stuffed deeply in both of your holes.

Your hands clutched onto the fabric of Toji’s compression shirt, wrinkling it all together.

Toji placed his soles flat onto the seat, using this support to harshly thrust into you upwards more faster than before as Sukuna behind staggered into you at a more slowed pace. Although he wanted you bad, he made sure to be gentle. He just wanted to indulge every inch of you.

Toji on the other hand, bottomed into you balls deep, his thumb cheekily creeping over to your clit, rubbing in continuous circles as they both fucked into you.

“Fucking slut,” Sukuna spits out, voice shaky as the plush flesh of your ass only clenched around him. “Both holes stuffed full of men’s cocks who you don’t know?”

Sukuna reached for your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you back against his chest.

You whimpered, snaking one of your hands behind to his nape. Sukuna leaned in for a kiss, only to pepper more down your neck to your collarbone.

Toji kept his pace, which as quite impressive. You moaned back into Sukuna’s cheek, feeling a knot twist and form in the pit of your stomach.

“I-It’s too much- I can’t…” Your hand leaves the back of his neck, moving up higher to clutch on his coral hair as the immense pleasure had only washed through you.

Toji below you speaks, “You think we should let her cum?”

Slapping your face as he started to slow down, he could see you were drunk of their cocks. Fortunately, Sukuna was unable to see this as he was busy behind.

Toji thrusted into you balls deep each time in a consecutive pattern, bullying your cervix as your body jolted up and down along with your tits.

Sukuna moved his hands back down, away from your hair to be able to spread your cheeks apart. Groaning as he watched his cock slip in and out of your ass, he makes a decision. “Fuck, I think so. She’s been such a good girl this whole time.”

Toji grins, his hand moving to your cheek but this time roughly caressing your lip with his thumb. “You hear that doll? He says you were such a good girl.”

You were unable to form a sentence, your brains were fucked out at this point and Toji, wasn’t happy with this.

“Fucking answer me you whore,” surprised, you came back to your senses as Toji slapped your cheek harshly, leaving a red mark on your face.

“..Please, let me cum..” you hiccuped, “I can’t take it anymore.”

You watched Toji flash his same old devilish smile through your tear filled eyes, both of their paces picking up again.

Your moans turned shaky, the slapping of balls against your skin and wet noises filling the taxi cab.

Toji went back to lazily rubbing circles on your clit as both of them fucked you, making sure that you would cum on time with them.

This time, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your throat, bringing your ear close to his mouth. “You want us to breed you? Is that what you want?”

Lost in a trance, you just went with whatever. You didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be stuffed full of them forever.

You could only nod, but Sukuna couldn’t take it as an answer.

“Use your words baby, tell me what you want.” His warm breath tickled your ear, Toji’s thrusting making it difficult for you to speak.

You held onto Sukuna’s wrist around your throat, “I want.. both of your cum.. in me..”

Although your hand fell back onto Toji’s shirt as Sukuna gently pushed you back down. You sighed out loud, sobbing quietly as you felt his cock slide out of you.

Toji’s deep thrusts were the only thing you could feel, “Fuck, I’m coming.” He grunted beneath you, until you felt Sukuna’s cock entering the same hole Toji was in.

As you moaned out louder than before, the pleasure too hard to bear. You could feel yourself turning into jelly, your hands wrinkling the fabric of Toji’s shirt once again.

Your voice strained as you felt both of their cocks shoot warm, ropes of cum into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, your chest heaving as Toji’s grip on your waist remained, but Sukuna’s hands slowly lost grip on your hair.

Both of them filled up your hole with seed to the point that it leaked out of you in no time.

Your eyes completely rolled back for tenth time this hour, feeling them both twitch inside of you, the white fluid leaking onto the black leather seats of the truck cab.

Sukuna leaves your hole first, moaning at sight of the generous amounts of cum that dripped down his length to his shaft as he slid out.

Followed by Toji, you could feel his cock slip out too, until his finger made its way back inside, making sure to fuck the escaping load back into you.

Both of them had left their mark in you, stretching you out so fully that no cock in the future can impress you but theirs.

You felt like a total cock sleeve, and your body yearned for more. But honestly, it felt like you were gonna break apart. So maybe next time.

All three of you stayed in the same spots, the windows were now fogged up to the point the entire truck cab smelled of sex.

“I can definitely point out one thing you and ‘em profiteroles have in common.”

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rrrrinmaru · 2 months

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you can talk between my legs (raf x mc, nsfw)

wc: 3200 rating: E warning: hand job, teasing, orgasm denial

“I could’ve sworn–” he mumbles, long eyelashes fluttering shut as he nuzzles into the curve of your palm. His lips are parted, two soft crescents pressing against your skin. He exhales, a rough, pained sound—you lean forward, trying to catch his gaze.

His eyes don’t seem bloodshot. His pupils are dilated, but not severely enough that you suspect he’s been drugged. Then he takes in another long, straggling breath with the tip of his nose skimming up the sensitive inner length of your wrist, and you start wondering if perhaps he is high after all.

“Could’ve sworn I’ve smelled this before,” Rafayel murmurs to himself. It’s as if you’re nothing more than a lifeless doll with what appears to be a devastatingly enticing scent. He fits the jut of your wrist bone between his lips—you flush, wondering if he can taste the desperate quickening of your heart rate or if that’s just all in your head—and he practically sags into your palm.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Rafayel pays your words no mind. He closes his eyes, a delighted little sigh leaving his mouth. “You smell delicious,” he moans, a low, throaty sound that threatens to make your knees buckle.

That is—horribly unfair, you think to yourself, cheeks flushed all the way to high heaven. How can Rafayel stand there without a care in the world, making such sounds that should be enough to constitute public indecency. Isn’t he ashamed? Does he have no propriety?

You conveniently ignore how you’re not exactly putting up much resistance against this behaviour. It’s not your fault if Rafayel wants to act like a slut in his own house. If anything, you’re the victim here, so blatantly being used as a prop.

“Miss,” he groans, rubbing your palm against his cheek, as if he’s a cat that wants to be marked by your scent. “Can I—please, I need to—”

While he speaks, you reach out your other hand to cup his face. Whether you do this as a form of support or as another form of teasing (because you know damn well the bottle spilled on both your hands), that’s between you and God.

On his end, Rafayel cuts himself off before he finishes his sentence. He whines softly, reaching up to grab your wrist with his free hand. “You smell so fucking good,” he curses, and practically buries his face in your palms.

“We have places to be,” you say. Your mouth says one thing, but your fingers are cupping Rafayel’s cheeks, thumbs stroking over the smooth skin below his eyes as he mumbles nonsense into your hands. “It’s your party.”

Rafayel mutters something. The way his lips scratch against the sensitive surface of your palms is distracting; you drag your hand along his cheek and tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“What did you say?”

“I said—” Rafayel says in a low, rolling voice—he looks up, eyes half-lidded and eyelashes sweeping over the breadth of his cheekbones. He knows how he looks when he looks up at you like this. You know he knows, because his lips spread in that slow, satisfied smile that reeks of a cat getting the cream, and his eyes are like two crystals glittering in the low light.

For a moment, you stare a little too long. The way the light catches on his eyelashes, the way it dips between shades in his eyes—were his pupils always so dilated?

“I said, fuck the party,” Rafayel rasps. His eyes are trained intently on you like a hunter locking onto its prey; he groans, a rough, too-loud sound as he presses his lips to the base of your palm.

You definitely don’t hallucinate the sudden sensation of wetness swiping over your wrist.

“Rafayel!” You jerk back from shock, eyes widening at the slip of tongue darting out of his mouth for another taste. Before you can wrench your hands out of his grip, he’s moving far faster than you ever thought him capable—

One hand drops one of your wrists. The other pulls back, forcing you forward—you stumble, too unbalanced far too quickly, and that free hand comes to wrap around the small of your waist to yank you fully into his embrace, shoulder to hip all lined up with a delicious, dizzying pressure.

Like a fisherman reeling in a catch. Snapped up in a second. You didn’t even know there was a reel line to begin with, but now Rafayel is rocking his hips insistently against you and your legs spread, of course they do, and you find his thigh in between yours, pressing up into the growing wetness there.

“Please,” Rafayel murmurs, burying his face in your neck. It’s—you don’t have the words to describe the way your head is filling up with hot air, the way your cheeks are rapidly turning red as you try to squirm out of his grasp. He’s never—you didn’t know he was this strong.

You’re not really trying to get out of the position you’re currently in, but you’re putting up enough resistance that it would have sent a normal civilian to his feet. Rafayel is… holding his own. Holding you to him as he makes these little desperate sounds, teeth scraping against your neck as he grinds his length on your thigh.

“Please, what?” You whisper. You don’t know why you’re whispering. The two of you are the only occupants in this gigantic house of his, and it isn’t like anyone will overhear. It isn’t like anyone will see.

But your voice is as quiet as a whisper, a soft exhalation of air from your taut lungs.

Your free hand is clinging uselessly to the front of Rafayel’s dress shirt. It’s a nice shirt. You find yourself trying to focus on the way the material feels, the way it slips between your fingers as you scrabble for some kind of hold that won’t crumple the shirt up beyond belief; better to think about how the silk feels against your skin rather than the growing hardness rubbing insistently against you—

He’s so desperate, you can’t help but think to yourself. Rafayel huffs, fingers tightening around your waist to bring you back down to earth.

“Stop drifting away,” he whines. His back is a long, curved line, like a drawn bow. “Help me.”

You—it’s not like you don’t know what he’s asking for, but you think you might pass out from embarrassment before you actually get your hands on him. It’s not everyday you get a criminally attractive man begging for your hands on him. In fact, today is day one. It’s never happened before.

You know what to do, but only in theory. In practice, it’s so disarming to have Rafayel hunched over you, sucking bruises into your neck that you know you’ll have to cover up before heading into work tomorrow.

As if sensing your hesitation, Rafayel jerks his hips against your thigh—once, twice, sliding along the groove of your leg with such intent that it makes your core clench.

“Be patient,” you say instinctively, all too familiar with a demanding Rafayel.

“Can’t,” he replies. His soft fringe brushes against your neck as he dips his head lower, his tongue lapping against your clavicle. The wet muscle drags across your collarbones, a feather-light, teasing touch that makes you shiver.

The whole world narrows down to this one point, you think dazedly. Rafayel’s hands on you: one hand occupied with squeezing your waist—as if insistently reminding himself that you can’t run away—the other has fingers entangled with yours, and you swear you can feel his fluttering heartbeat through his skin.

His lips on your neck, wandering lower with every pass of his tongue. All of a sudden, you recall what you’re wearing. A little slip of a dress, a long pool of cerulean silk, and the most daring plunge cut you’ve ever tried.

Rafayel didn’t buy this dress for you. But when the two of you had gone out the other day—for very above ground purposes, such as escorting him to a new gallery showcase—you had passed by a boutique and you had seen his eyes linger on this dress on the mannequin.

It had only been for a moment, but he had his eyes on the dress and you had your eyes on him.

And when you showed up today, fingers drenched with that weird perfume, you saw the way Rafayel’s lips parted with shock, eyes running over your figure with such greed that it made you want to press your thighs together to stave off the heat that suddenly flared up.

Then he tilted his head to the side, scented the air, and here you are.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Rafayel mumbles in a daze to himself. He doesn’t look up at you for a response—it’s as if that statement was just a noncommittal comment and not something meant for you to hear—and continues to trace a thin line down your chest with his tongue.

Your hand unconsciously follows the path he takes. As he inches lower to that sliver of space between your tits, your fingers trace a similar route down the front of his chest, pressing through the fabric to feel the hard planes of his muscles.

When your fingers catch on his belt, you hear the way his breath audibly hitches.

“Ask nicely,” you murmur. You feel like your entire body’s been soaking for too long in an onsen. Your head is boiling up and you feel—you feel possessed.

Instead of asking nicely, Rafayel laughs against your skin and reaches for the belt himself. Before he touches the leather, you close your fingers around his wrist in a tight grip.

“Not very nice to be restrained, is it?” You ask teasingly. “Ask nicely for what you want, Raf.”

“I’ve been nothing but nice this whole time,” Rafayel groans, but obediently lets you lead his palm back to cupping your waist. “I’ve been saying please. I’ve been nice.”

“One more time,” you coax, squeezing his palm.

Rafayel grumbles, eyes flicking up to peer at you. But despite the petulance hanging from his lips, his eyes are dark with fervor.

“Please,” he murmurs, the word breathed out against your skin, the space where the dress slips a little too far down and reveals too much of your cleavage. “I’ve been so good.”

A lot of things happen in quick succession. He lets his tongue dart out, dipping down between your tits and licking a long line up your chest. Your fingers catch on his buckle and flick it open. He leans in closer, clearly intent on leaving a bruise the shape of his mouth right above your heart, marking you for the next few days.

You grab the belt by the silver buckle and yank.

Rafayel’s breath snaps in two. He glances up, lips parted in surprise as the belt falls to the ground with a clatter. “Miss—”

“What?” You ask breathlessly, fingers already fiddling with the button of his slacks. “You asked nicely.”

“I—” Suddenly, it’s as if the roles are reversed. You’re the hunter in the dark, your shadow stretching out so far it’s like a gaping maw that swallows everything in the evening light. Rafayel is the prey floundering for driftwood in the wide open sea.

Right before you undo his zipper, you pause. The tips of your fingers linger against the hardness straining through the fabric. You can feel it—there’s a heft to it you can’t ignore. It’s a dizzying thing, feeling the physical weight of someone’s arousal for you.

It feels scalding through his slacks. You swallow, wondering if you’re parched or your mouth just craves something to suck on.

Rafayel slants his hips into your fingers. He grinds along the flat of your palm—a long, insistent movement—and his voice comes out as a groan when he speaks.

“Please,” he begs. His fingers spasm around your waist and your hand, as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself. All he knows how to do is to rock along your hand, feeling the bite of the metal through the fabric of his briefs—he must crave it, you think, and it’s that thought that stays in the forefront of your mind as you finally drag the zipper down.

“You’ve stained the front,” you say dazedly, touching the tip of your index finger to the wet spot.

Immediately, Rafayel’s hips snap forward, chasing your touch. He makes this sound—as if he’s been wounded—and you feel—

“Don’t just touch it,” he pants, forehead pressed against your chest. He’s still bent over, as if your touch was enough to reduce him to shaky knees and he needs your body to hold himself upright.

You think he’s really in no position to be giving you orders, but you want to see the way his eyelashes flutter and his eyes roll back into his head, so you skate your fingers along the throbbing length of it.

“Harder,” Rafayel gasps, hips rolling into your grip. “Hard—ngh, hold it tighter—”

You can’t help it. Your fingers curl around the length cutting a visible outline in his briefs, but your thumb finds its way back to that wet spot. It’s damp with precum and the muscle there feels softer. You gently dig your thumbnail into that spot, and Rafayel stutters on his next sentence.

“Fu—ck,” he groans out, his breaths coming out in hot pants against your tits. He’s so out of it, eyes closed with bliss written all over his face as he ruts into your hand.

But even though he’s not sucking marks into your skin, even though he’s not feeling you up or dipping fingers into your drenched underwear—

This is really doing it for you, you realize. You’re rocking slowly along Rafayel’s thigh, instinctively chasing the friction against your stiff clit as you rub the pad of your thumb against the head of his dripping cock through his briefs.

“Fuck,” Rafayel exhales lowly. “That’s—mm, fuck, that’s good—harder, Miss, harder—”

“Can you cum like this?” You ask, pupils blown as you watch the way your sentence sends him into a full body shudder. You can feel the stickiness through his briefs, the jump of his cock when you tighten your grip—

Rafayel makes a broken sound. “You can’t just ask that!”

The laugh escapes your mouth before you can reel it back in. “You can, can’t you?”

Fuck, you think to yourself, lips curving up. He’s so cute. He’s so weak like this, whining as he ruts his hips into your palm, chasing the pleasure your fingers can give him.

He doesn’t deign that with a reply. Instead, he digs his fingers into your waist, hard enough to sting, hard enough to leave bruises that you know you’ll stare at in the mirror for the next few days. He drags you closer, higher on his thigh, and your breath catches when this small movement presses your clit even tighter against his leg.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice,” Rafayel murmurs. “You’re soaked.”

“You’re one to talk,” you reply, rubbing your thumb against the underside of his cockhead and relishing in the hitched groan you draw from his mouth. “Harder?”

“Mm…” Rafayel nods, exhaling roughly into your chest when you slow your pace, dragging your fingers against his cock. “Feels—‘m close, feels—nngh, fuck, fuck—”

“Go on.” You hold him a little tighter, feeling the muscle twitch in your grip. His fingers spasm against your waist, tightening and loosening in random bursts as if he’s just kneading at your hips, trying to find purchase while he shivers through the heat slipping through him. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Don’t s—ay it like that,” Rafayel protests, voice cracking in the middle.

You squeeze your thighs around Rafayel’s leg, riding out the heat that flares up in your core whenever he says something in that whiny, pathetic voice of his. The fire in your abdomen grows, like embers catching at drywood and spreading throughout your body.

“I want to see it,” you say, swiping your thumb over the dampest part of his briefs, pressing down into the drooling slit at the head of his cock. “I want to see you cum.”

Your words must be the catalyst. He shudders, shoulders trembling as his hips jerk forward once, twice—he bites down, right above your heart, and you let out a quiet gasp at the sting.

Beneath your palm, beneath your fingers, you can feel the fabric grow even wetter than it already is. His cock twitches in your grip, pulsing frantically as Rafayel pants weakly, hips rolling of their own accord to drag out his pleasure.

“Miss—!” he groans in between kisses to your chest, tongue laving over the bruise he’s sucked into your skin. “Fuck, so fucking good, nngh…”

He goes back to being non-verbal as you stroke him off, fingers pulling at his cock to coax out every last drop of cum. It’s stickier than you expected, but it makes the slide smoother and Rafayel lets out this breathless, choked noise with every downward stroke.

And then, because you’re feeling a little brave after you just jerked him off through his briefs, you skate your fingers up and pull at the rim, trying to reach below the fabric.

A hand snaps to your wrist before you can get your fingers under.

“If you touch me again, we are definitely not turning up for the party,” Rafayel mutters.

You hum, twisting your wrist in a playful attempt to escape his grip. You try to stretch your fingers out, the nail of your middle finger scraping against something hot, and Rafayel’s hold on you tightens so abruptly that you almost burst into laughter. “I thought you didn’t care about the party?”

He gives you a considering look, then rolls his shoulders in a careless shrug. “True. I have more important things on my plate.”

Rafayel pauses. He straightens, leveraging the height he has over you as he looms, and then pointedly drops his gaze to where you’re practically seated on his flexed thigh, skirt tossed to the side as you unconsciously rock your hips along the muscle there.

You flush crimson. Before you can try to slide off and adjust yourself to a more presentable appearance, Rafayel ducks down.

He’s close. So close that you can still see the flecks of pink in his dilated eyes, the redness in his cheeks from his climax. So close that when he speaks, you can feel his breath against your lips.

“I owe you an orgasm,” he murmurs. “Hands, mouth, or something else?”

You can’t help the way you clench your thighs. What other reaction are you supposed to have?

“… All?” You say tentatively, and Rafayel’s eyes light up.

“That’s the right answer,” he proclaims excitedly. “We’ll start with my mouth. I’ve been dying to get between your legs.”

Before you can reply to that shocking sentence, he sweeps you up and over his shoulder like you weigh nothing at all.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace x reader #l&ds rafayel #rafayel #恋与深空 #祁煜 #러브앤딥스페이스 #恋と深空 #rin writes lds

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pinknightsinmymind · 11 months

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CANON and the morning sex part? maybe some slow messy ✂️ ? nah i'm on my knees throbbing shaking and all

【 mornings - abby anderson | NSFW 】

abby anderson x fem!reader

MDNI NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

wc: 2.8k

content: established relationship, top!abby, bottom!reader, some soft dom!abby, morning sex, you and abby are very much in love, fingering(r!receiving), scissoring, lots of praise, slight body worship, use of pet names(princess, baby, love, etc.), kinda possessive abs, abby teases you a lot, slight exhibitionism (can you call it that? she wants you to be loud enough for other ppl to hear), nipple play for like one second, not choking per say but abby just has her hand on your neck at one point, cuddling/spooning, i think that's about it? this is pretty tame and kinda cute despite being smut lol

a/n: now wait a minute bc..... you got me thinking.... i got so carried away with this😭😭😭 enjoy!!! also for this fic let's all collecitvely imagine abby's morning voice bc i bet it's so sexy😵‍💫

Abby has always been a morning person by nature. Maybe it’s because of all the times she’d get up early with her father, or because of her training as a soldier for the WLF—either ways, she’s an early riser through and through. That’s why it’s no surprise when she wakes up before you, both for convenience and for her own selfish reasons. Those reasons being, namely, that she loves having the extra time to admire you before you wake up. To Abby, there’s nothing like the beauty and the sanctity of waking up next to you every morning. There’s something sacred about it, a preciousness that belongs only to you and her. You’re here in her arms, safe, loved and cared for by her, and she’d have it no other way.

Your head is resting comfortably on your pillow, having rolled over onto your back at some point in the night. The sheets crinkle underneath Abby’s body as she turns to lay on her side because she’s set on taking in the sight of you. She can’t help it; her mornings don’t feel complete until she has. She pushed your shared blanket off her body, but she accidentally uncovered your torso in the process. She adjusted it a little for you, knowing just how much you like to stay under the covers while you sleep. As you continue to snooze, she takes this time to memorize your face, to see the moles decorating your body, the way your eyebrows are so relaxed while you sleep. You look so at peace, and it reminds her why she works so hard in the first place: to keep you safe. You mean everything to her, the whole world, even, and she’d do anything to protect you. That’s why she takes her job so seriously, why she does all the tasks Isaac assigns her, why she clears so many Infected out on patrol, why she keeps an eye out for Scars like she does. It’s all so you can live in a somewhat safer world.

After admiring you for what feels like forever—because she wishes this could last forever, just you and her safe in bed, your own little world—her hand starts to rub your stomach, caressing your sides, her hand coming up to graze your cheek. Right now she can’t help but remember you’re not wearing anything underneath her t-shirt, and the thought excites her. She remembered watching you slip it on over your naked body after making love last night, and how a part of her was sad she could no longer see every curve, every mark, every inch of your skin. Just thinking about how pretty every portion of your body looks underneath that shirt has her head spinning already. She grabbed onto your waist, pulling you into her, but you ended up rolling over onto your side. Abby doesn’t mind, though, and assumes her role of big spoon so she can rub your sides and your stomach even more.

You may be laying on her left arm, but that doesn’t stop Abby’s ability to caress your body. Her free hand roams over your body gently, so contrary to the scary image many people have of her in their heads. So much destruction has been done by her hands, but when she touches you, it’s like she’s never torn anything apart in her life. It’s like for once she has the capacity to care for something, like she’s not who she used to be, like that version of herself never existed. She’s never cared for anyone as much as she has for you, maybe the last person being her father. When she holds you, when her hands touch your body, she feels like she has the hands of a farmer or a painter, because those are people who know how to nurture, how to grow, how to care. That’s something she’s always desperately wanted to do, but she didn’t know how, not until she met you. All it took was one look into your eyes for her to learn, because suddenly she knew just what it meant to want to protect someone and look after them.

It’s after the caresses that she starts kissing your neck and your face, peppering them all over your skin. This is when you start to wake up, familiar with the routine Abby has set after many mornings together, one you never dislike fulfilling. When you start to stir, that’s when Abby finally speaks.

“Morning, princess,” she whispers. You hum in response, still half-asleep and barely batting away your grogginess. “Missed you.”

“Missed you, too, Abs.” Your voice is still rough with sleep like Abby’s, and you find yourself rubbing the hand she has nestled over your stomach. So touchy, you think.

“Look so pretty this morning,” she whispers into your neck. You feel her breath fanning against your skin, and you shiver a little.

“And I didn’t look pretty yesterday morning?” you tease her.

“No, you definitely did,” she says. “You just get prettier each morning.” Her hand moved from your stomach to your sides, rubbing them before sliding down to your hips. She rubs lazy circles there with her thumb as her lips resume kissing your neck. Her kisses are so soft and gentle, and you sigh a little bit as you melt into her touch. Her kisses continue until you feel her move her arm underneath you to slide her hand underneath your t-shirt, skirting over the warmth of your skin until they meet your breasts. Your body feels like it’s on fire with her hands on your skin, and that heat goes straight to your center. A small whine leaves your lips when you feel her start to play with one of your nipples.

“Abs,” you whisper.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, delivering a particularly harsh pinch to your nipple. You let out a loud whimper at the feeling. “Do you need me like I need you?” she asks. Her voice is lower and more gravelly than usual after waking up, and the sound of it has you feeling weak. You nod your head quickly as her hand comes down to grope your ass. “Words, princess.”

“Yes,” you hiss. “Need you bad.” Abby lifts up your leg and places her hand over your cunt. Her fingers just move through your folds, not really touching you how you need, but moving them gingerly to tease you and feel how wet you are. It’s like she’s just trying to feel that you’re there.

“All this for me?” she asks. You say nothing, caught up in how desperate you feel for her touch. You feel hot and bothered and you just hurt. You want her to touch you more and end the anticipation already, but Abby has other ideas. She stops moving her hands through your wetness and instead lets it rest there, cupping you. She removes her other hand from your breasts and rests it on the base of your neck. She doesn’t squeeze, and instead just holds it there firmly. “I thought we went over this, love. Answer me when I talk to you.”

“It’s all for you, Abs,” you whimper. She moves again, satisfied with your answer. “Want you inside.”

“Really, baby? So early in the morning?”

“I just need you,” you answer.

“So desperate for me,” she mutters. You were going to respond, to tell her how mean she was, but you found your words being swallowed when you finally felt one of her fingers insert themselves. You moaned as you felt her fill you up, moving slowly and languidly. She knew how to make the moment last forever, how to make you beg for more. You moaned again as you felt her finger curl inside you, hitting the spot just where you needed her. She chuckled lowly in your ear after hearing your sounds. She loved making you feel good, knowing you were hers to pleasure like this.

“You’re all mine,” she said assertively. “All mine to touch like this. You understand?” She knew you did. You were as devoted to her as she was with you, but she loved to hear it from your lips.

“Yes,” you answer. “I’m all yours. Feels so good.”

“I know it does,” she replied, inserting another finger. A small yelp left your lips at the sudden intrusion, your brain immediately going hazy and filled with pleasure. You found yourself shamelessly moaning with each move of her fingers, one of your hands reaching up to hold onto the one she had on your neck. She moved it from its spot on your skin and laced her fingers through yours as she continued hammering into you with her fingers.

“Keep making those pretty sounds, princess,” she commanded. “I want everyone in the base to hear you. I want them to know it’s me making you feel this good.”

“Oh, fuck, Abs,” you groaned. You wanted to tell her how good she was making you feel, but all that was coming out of your lips were incoherent mumbles. Abby couldn’t help the smirk that grew on her face hearing you fail to speak.

“Yeah? Making you feel that good?” she teased. You poor thing. Just fucked so dumb you can’t even speak, and done all by her. It was an ego boost, but it also made her feel good. Hearing your moans and being able to tell you were feeling good made her wetter by the second. Her own cunt was aching, and it was all for you.

“Abby,” you whined. You could feel your stomach tightening as she continued to hit that spot deep within you that made you go crazy. She knew what she was doing—she always did. She knew your body so well, knew just what it took to make you come apart when she was fucking you. “I’m close.”

“Look at you. Cumming on my fingers already?” You only whimpered in response. “Yeah, keep going, love. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” She quickened her pace, the sound of her fingers pumping into your wetness echoing through the room. You couldn’t help as the loud moan left your lips once you climaxed, the feeling overtaking you and every single one of your senses. It was like disappearing for a moment, swallowed by the white hot pleasure all over your body. Abby removed her fingers from you, grabbing onto your body and turning you to face her. Her lips were on yours faster than you expected, but you gladly returned her kiss. Her hands grabbed onto your shirt and pulled you even closer into her body. She was so desperate and hungry for you, and you were just what she needed to cure the ache between her legs.

“Need to feel you,” she whimpered against your lips. “Want to feel you against me.”

“Fuck,” you whined. “I want to make you feel good, Abs.”

Abby removed her lips from yours and sat up in bed, and you followed her actions. She pulled her boxers and her tank top off, then leaned over and pulled your shirt over your head. That only ignited the aching she felt further as she leaned in close to your body and began kissing you, her hands roaming over your skin, touching you anywhere she could. She loved to admire your naked body like the work of art it was, and she could never get enough of it. As she scooted closer to you, she spread your legs apart as she settled her own between them. When she was finally close enough, she could feel your warm skin on hers, your wetness coating her own. She let out a small groan at the contact as she grabbed onto your leg to her right and started grinding against you.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. She could feel your clit rubbing against hers, and it was driving her crazy. You were still sensitive after your previous orgasm, and it just made your pleasure intensify. She was grinding against you slowly, taking her time with you, staring so deep into your eyes as she did so. The intensity of her gaze turned you on even more, which you didn’t even think was possible.

“Abs,” you whimpered. Her eyes didn’t leave your face as she watched your expressions twist with every emotion you felt. Lust, love, pleasure—she loved to see it all on your face.

“Love having you like this, baby,” she grunted. “All desperate for me. You like it when I make love to you like this, huh?” Her hips kept that same slow, steady rhythm against yours, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the feeling of her against you, the sounds of your wetness echoing in the room.

“Yeah,” you answered her. You knew she’d punish you if you didn’t, and you couldn’t stand to be punished at a time like this. Not when you were feeling so good. You made eye contact with her again, her gaze boring into you and every part of you as she continued her movements. Her eyes were half-lidded as she stared at you, something wild and full of lust taking over her gaze. Feeling her watch you made it all feel even better. You felt like your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, the only thought in your head being Abby. Her name kept being repeated in your head, just Abby, Abby, Abby, and you found yourself muttering it outloud, too. Abby kept grinding her cunt against yours, and with each movement of her hips you were both losing yourselves deeper into one another. You met every thrust of her hips with your own, and it caused moans to slip out of each of your lips. The feeling was just so heavenly in a way you couldn’t put into words.

“Feel so good against me, baby, fuck,” she moaned. She was always the dominant one, always the one in charge, but whenever she got overstimulated like this, she started to lose her cool. Abby was doing her best to maintain the image she usually did, to stay in control, but she was faltering. You could both tell from the whimpers uncontrollably leaving her lips. “So–so good,” she groaned. “I–fuck,” she cursed. If there was a higher power, you had to have been sent to her by it. There was no worldly explanation for why she was blessed with someone as good as you, how she came to love and be loved by a real life angel.

“I want you to cum on me, Abs,” you whimpered. “Use me to cum. Just fuck me,” you begged. Abby let out a grunt at your words and immediately picked up the pace of her hips against yours. That sent you both over the edge as you both got much louder from the sudden sensations. You did your best to reach her pace, but Abby’s hips were moving much faster than yours, so much so she was starting to get messy. She was doing exactly as you asked, not sparing a moment to pause as she chased her orgasm. She was so close, and she knew that she would unravel soon as she was already coming undone. The whimpers leaving her lips were so pathetic, but she just felt so good she couldn’t help it.

“You’re so good to me,” she moaned. “Letting me fuck you like this. Shit.” She could feel her climax approaching, the heat in her stomach overtaking both her mind and body. “You’re—Fuck. Gonna cum.” She grinded her hips against yours a few more times and that’s when she felt her orgasm overtake her. She let out a choked moan at the sudden pleasure, but she kept grinding against you regardless. She wanted you to cum again, to cum with you. You found your eyes filling up with tears at the pleasure you felt, still so sensitive from earlier. The sensitivity made it hurt a little, but it just felt so good.

“Fuck, fuck, Abby,” you moaned, feeling it all finally wash over you. Abby kept grinding against you until your orgasm finally ran its course, then stopped. Both of you were catching your breath with heaving chests, staring at each other in post-orgasm awe. You could feel your body was sticky with sweat—and probably other fluids—but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You collapsed onto the pillows behind you, Abby following suit as she pulled your bare body close to hers. Abby felt so tired and like she could pass out within seconds, but her tendencies as a clean freak were stronger than her sleepiness.

“You wanna take a shower?” she asked. You shook your head, snuggling further into Abby’s chest.

“No. Just wanna lay here with you for a while.”

“But you will shower with me later, right?” she asked again.

You hummed in response. “Yeah. But right now I just wanna cuddle with you.”

“Fair enough, love,” she said. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, the one place she liked to keep you the best.

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #tlou x reader #tlou abby #abby tlou

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seresinhangmanjake · 5 months

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The One I Want: Part 4

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size!reader

Summary: You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, maybe. I don't think anything else. Sorry if there are typos.

Words: 1874

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“Are you excited?” Jake asks as he hands you a cup of coffee.

You take a sip and let the liquid run down your throat, then pull the cup away from your face to examine it. Your eyes dart from the caramel-colored drink to your roommate and back. He keeps getting it right, and you don’t know how. It’s as if you wrote the exact measurements of the contents of your usual coffee order on a sticky note and slapped it on the fridge so he had no choice but to memorize it.

“Thank you,” you say. “And, yea…I guess so. It’ll be nice to have a reason to get out every day, but I have a feeling I'll be bored sitting around.” Which you’re perfectly fine with. A job is a job in your mind, and stumbling upon the gift shop across from the beach was convenient for both hirer and hiree. But Jake doesn’t need to know just how unfeeling you are toward your new job. You wouldn’t put it past him to try to unnecessarily cheer you up.

He’s done it a lot. At any hint of distress, you find him beside you. And as someone who finds themself lost in thoughts that allow anxiety or stress or pain to seep onto their face, it means Jake Seresin is often close. Which also means you are constantly at war with what your mind is willing to accept.

There’s the suspicious part consuming most of your mind, telling you that people—men like Jake, especially—don’t go out of their way. Not for someone like you. But another itty bitty piece of your mind wants to believe Jake truly is this nice and caring. You wouldn’t hate to have that kindness in your life be a permanent fixture.

Since you moved in you can’t deny that you rise each morning a little less worried about what the day will hit you with. And you know it’s Jake who has fueled that—indirectly, even. He has yet to comment on you or your body or your clothes or what you eat. Neither positively nor negatively. Though you do catch him staring from time to time, whatever he is thinking doesn’t leave his mouth, which is far more restraint than others have shown in the past.

Jake shoves his hands into his sweatpants pockets and shrugs. “We usually take an hour for lunch. I could always stop by.”

“And do what?” You can’t hold back your snort, nor can you conceal the upturned tick of your lips. Your first smile of the day, light as it is, and Jake’s eyes fix on your mouth until you say, “Are you overdue for a new keychain or cheap beach snow globe?”

“I might be. Those snow globes are great,” he says with a grin, endearingly crooked. “You know, you shake ‘em around; snow goes all over the place.”

“Yes, I’m aware of how they work.”

“Well then you understand why I might want a new one,” he sasses, all but sticking his tongue out like a child.

You hum to hold back your laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you’ve started to find him funny in the last few weeks. Something tells you his ego doesn’t need it. Then, with your hand extended you pass him the mug and make your way toward the door to grab your purse off the nearby hook. “I’ll try to remember that. Thanks for the coffee.”

You are almost out the door, out of his sight and so close to gaining the distance you’ve decided you need from him, when he calls out to you. “Hey, do you want me to pick you up at the end of your shift?”

The smile you’d finally let free from his earlier joke falls, and you swallow hard, suddenly wishing you’d had the money to keep the rental car you used to get yourself from one state to the next. Though you’ll have hours away from him for the day, and the days to come, Jake coming to get you when you’re likely drained from boredom will instantly ruin the mental fortitude you’re trying to regain.

You’d never speak it into existence, but your new job benefits you in more ways than one. After coming up short on last month's rent, you’ll finally be able to put a dent in the money you owe him—because you are paying him even though he doesn’t ask for it—but you were also banking on the separation giving you the chance to get your thoughts and pulse under control.

Anticipation has wormed its way into your daily routine lately. You wake. Wash face. Brush teeth. Dress. Think of Jake. Scold yourself for thinking of Jake. Itch to see him, for reasons you’d rather not focus on. Get pissed for the rapid beating of your heart.

You don’t need it. Not the unexpected thoughts, not the chaos of your pulse, not the disappointment in yourself for failing to learn from previous experiences. Thinking of him too often will fuck things up and leave you worrying about much more than just Jake or his friends or the odd stranger paralyzing you from a sudden comment or snide remark on how you look. Before you know it, you’ll be digging into the front pocket of your suitcase for the final two notecards and tossing a coin.

“It’s only a mile-long walk,” you say, praying the unsteadiness of your voice isn’t detectable through the wall segmenting hallway from kitchen.

“So?”

You sigh. Definitely not the answer you wanted. You don’t know how to respond. There’s no excuse on the tip of your tongue, so you settle on, “Have a good day, Jake. Go save the country or something.”

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You were spot on with that boredom prediction. Hours have passed and you’ve been forced to fill the time with menial tasks that might just be shrinking a few brain cells. Examining every item in the shop, counting every item in the shop, recounting the little squishy sea critter toys after a group of preteen girls lingered too long in that aisle. As someone so used to being on the move, each minute is slowly eating away you.

With limited options, there are opportunities to let your mind wander and, eventually, you drift into your memories. When the urge to stop them arises, you’re shocked that you kick it back. And before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re grabbing a pocket-sized navy-colored notebook and a pen with a plastic seashell for a cap.

A self-help book you’d skimmed a year prior suggested writing things down to process trauma and grief. The author-slash-therapist didn’t ask for well-detailed memories and feelings, but instead, a quick scribbling of the first things that come to mind. Despite how simple the task seemed, you hadn’t considered it. It seemed silly to relive the pain, to rip open wounds. Even poorly stitched wounds, you won’t deny, that left ragged and raised scars. You’d just been content with no longer bleeding.

But recently, you’ve neglected a pulling; a string threaded and knotted into your heart with a force trying to tug it free from the confines of your chest. Though you know that would only serve one unenticing purpose, to demand you examine the organ and assess the damage time has worn into it, you don’t reconsider flipping open the cover of the notebook.

With a free mind, you write down names, places, and towns. You write down words that were thrown at you. You write down the first time someone attacked your most vulnerable parts. And the things said and done that drove you out of one location and onto the next. You write until pages of white are filled with what could only be compared to an insane person's pastime. You write until another customer comes in just as the sun begins to fade.

You feel her presence before you look up from the notebook in your lap, and when you finally do, you internally flinch at the sight.

The pin-straight yellow strands of her hair reach a few inches below her shoulders, her lips are coated in bright red, and her eyes are enhanced with heavy dark shadow tones. She is tits shoved together, pushing cleavage out the low V of her camisole, and tight ass filling out tighter, dangerously short, shorts, and tiny waist a man could wrap his hands around and touch fingertips. She’s everything you avoid, and she pays you no mind as she makes her way to the mugs at the back corner of the store before heading for the t-shirts.

It’s obvious she entered with a mission when you find her not one minute later standing in front of you and setting the items on the counter. As you scan and wrap the mug and place it in the bag with the shirt, you don’t miss the similar words written across both cheap gifts. My Boyfriend is a Naval Aviator flows in cursive script over the chest of the shirt. My Girlfriend F*cks a Naval Aviator curves with the rounded shape of the mug.

You wonder if that boyfriend is one of Jake’s friends. Rooster does have a girlfriend and you have no way of knowing if this woman is his type. You kind of hope she isn’t.

“It’s sixteen dollars even,” you mutter.

She reaches into her cami and pulls out a twenty, slamming it down on the glass countertop that doubles as a display case for the slightly more expensive, yet still cheap, merchandise. The leftover four dollars are then shoved back between her push-up bra and breast. The bag is ripped from your hand and she promptly exits.

That’s one way to end a first day, you think. At least it was one more thing to do with your time. Annoying kids, a notebook you’re not going to dare touch for a few days, and a woman with underlying anger issues who reminds you too much of your past. You deflate as you realize tomorrow is not likely to end up nearly as eventful.

Closing the shop is, thankfully, a quick process, because you’d like to make it back to the apartment before the moon and stars become your main light source. Walking home in the dark doesn’t suit you but you weren’t about to accept Jake’s offer knowing it likely wouldn’t stop there. First he’ll be picking you up, then it’ll develop into him dropping you off, then you’ll be hanging out with him and his friends every weekend. And then what? What good will any of that do you?

As it turns out, though, you don’t have a choice.

Once the building door is shut and locked, you turn to find a black truck pulling up beside you. Your heart misses its next beat as fear grips you, but then you recognize the vehicle. The passenger window rolls down to reveal sandy blond hair, then green eyes, then sharp nose, then wide grin.

“You didn’t actually say no,” Jake says.

Fuck.

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you step closer, wrap your fingers around the car door handle, and pull.

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A/N: ended up having to do something tonight, so this part came a little early. I hope you liked it :)

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scented-morker · 1 year

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Getting Caught with TXT

when the members don’t know you’re dating but walk in on you kissing… requested, fluff, kissing but I wouldn’t consider it suggestive?, 300-400 words each, gn reader (I think) lmk if I missed anything

Yeonjun

No because he wanted to get caught

Not only were you over at the dorms, but you were also in the living room 🫣

“Please baby, just one kiss,” he puckers his lips dramatically, “I think I’ll die without it.”

He’d been begging you to give him kisses since you walked in, but he wouldn’t take you to his room and you didn’t want one of the boys to walk in

But he knows you have a weak heart so he’s just whine and whine until you finally give in

He knows he’s got you when you roll your eyes, heaving out a sigh and making your way over to where he’s sitting on the couch

Grabs your waist and tugs you onto his lap as soon as you’re in arms length, self satisfied smile on his face 🤭

He cuts you off after every protest, and eventually you just give up, melting into the kiss

You can feel him smirk when you do so, but a moment later and there’s a screaming coming from the doorway

“Hyung on the couch?!? Are you kidding me?!?”

Beomgyu is scandalized and more focused on the fact that he sits on that couch than he is that the two of you are dating 😭

You knew it was going to happen, and you jump out of his lap, punching Yeonjun’s shoulder repeatedly while he just laughs

The two of you decided to tell the truth about your relationship after that, but not about how many times that exact thing had happened before as to save Beomgyu some pain 😁

Soobin

This takes place during his MC era (rip mc soobin you were the best) 🐬

He had met you at an award show during debut time, and now after a few years of pining you guys were dating 🎉

Neither one of you had said anything to your company or members, deciding to just see what happens and make sure it’s serious before starting that awkward conversation

Which meant you had to be SNEAKY AF to get into his dressing room after your interview

He had spent the entire episode trying not to ogle you too much, and it took all his self restraint to not stare when you answered Arin’s question

You just looked so pretty and he hadn’t seen you in a while because of your comeback preparation 🥺🥺

So imagine his surprise when he walked into his dressing room and saw it completely empty except for you sitting in his makeup chair

“BABY??”

You smiled as soon as he entered, and ran towards his open arms, Soob immediately suffocating you in a hug

“How did you get in here? Where’s everyone else?”

“I told my members I was feeling sick and then told your staff there was free coffee in the cafeteria” 😁

A little crazy, but you’re his baby so it’s okay

“You’re so smart!! Let me reward you for that big brain of yours” 😳

And bam!! KISS ATTACK

He’s got one hand in the back of your head, the other on your waist, his hand covering the exposed skin from your cropped stage outfit 😵‍💫

You were both so excited to be with each other that you didn’t even notice the door opening, until it was followed by a very pointed cough

Head whipping around, you were greeted by all four of his members, coffees in hand and scarred looks on their faces

“Nice to meet you sunbaenims, I’m a big fan” 😁

Beomgyu

He had met you at a fan meet once, and then ran into you while on a convenience store run.. eventually decided to ask for your number and boom a few months later he’s your boyfriend

He never introduced you to the boys, partially bc he didn’t want them to give him a lecture about protecting his reputation blah blah blah.. and partially because he’s about 85% sure you’d cry

Moa first, gf second 💪

But when the boys all have plans for the day he doesn’t think twice about inviting you over

As soon as you show up he takes you to his room, and immediately tackles you onto the bed, laying his entire body over your own

“Gyu,” you giggle at his eager affection.

“I missed you so much.”

“I know, I missed you too but you’re about to suffocate me.”

He rolls off of you and lays on his side to stare at you 🥰

After a few minutes of you squirming under his gaze he finally puts his lips on yours, a playful peck before pulling away even as you whine for more

“Gosh you’re so needy,” he giggles, placing a few more pecks in your lips in quick succession and enjoying the way you chase his 🫣

You whine again, and he targets the spot he knows you’re ticklish, leaving you a squealing and squirming mess under him

He eventually lets you catch your breath, leaning down to finally give you a real kiss

However your laughter had been so loud that neither of you had heard the front door unlock and open 😃

And while Taehyun would normally mind his own business, he heard a new voice and wanted to make sure it wasn’t a crazy fan in their dorms

Regrets it as soon as he walks in

Beomgyu stares at him with wide eyes, fully prepared to ramble off an explanation

“You know what, I don’t even care. I’m just gonna grab my charger and pretend I didn’t see that.”

You’re frozen even after he leaves, and beomgyu pouts at your shocked and unresponsive self

“He’s so pretty in real life.” 🥹

Taehyun

Honestly Taehyun wasn’t keeping your relationship a secret on purpose, it just hadn’t come up yet so he hadn’t said anything 🤷🏻‍♀️

So he invites you over before even checking if any of the boys are home because he was STRESSED

He’d tried going to the gym to get some of his frustrations out but it didn’t help

So his next line of attack on whatever negative feelings were messing with him — you 😁

Except he miscalculated when he would be home and left you standing in the cold outside for ten minutes because he wasn’t home yet 😔

But once you were in the dorms it was boyfriend time !!!!

Not really though because he had to shower so you sat there shivering on his bed and scrolling through your phone for ten minutes

But when he got out of the shower !!! Boyfriend time !!!

He had a towel wrapped around his neck and a pair of sweats on when he walks back into his room, and you desperately try not to stare

“I’m sorry I left you standing outside,” he apologizes while sliding a tshirt on, ever the caring and attentive boyfriend 🤭

“It’s okay tyun, I survived, just a little cold.”

He turns to look at you, approaching where you sit cross crossed on his bed and putting his hands on your arms

“Are you still cold?”

His presence always has a way of flustering you, and ironically it floods warmth to your face and the rest of your body

“Just a little,” you practically whisper due to his closeness to your face

He’s a menace, and definitely realizes the effect he’s having on you

“I can warm you up hm?”

At that he presses a soft kiss to your lips, siding his hands up and down your arms as you lean further into him

Your head is spinning and you don’t even realize someone else is in the room until you hear them talk

“You’re not even going to stop kissing? Really?” Yeonjun’s voice rings in your ears, and suddenly you’re very aware of your surroundings again, tearing away from your boyfriend's lips and jumping up to hide behind his body 😭😭

“Why didn’t you stop when he walked in!!” You whisper yell into his ear

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself, I couldn’t stop that.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

He smiles and has the nerve to KISS YOU AGAIN before turning to explain to his oldest member

Kai

Listen he was just a lil shy.. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell his members about you, it was that he didn’t want to get endlessly teased for it

So the two of you hung out on his off days or when the other boys weren’t around

He saw you more often than he saw other people because you happened to be in the same group as his sister 🤭

So he was desperately hiding you from the boys and you were desperately hiding him from hiyyih 😭

So you guys are both doing backstage for MAMA and Hiyyih wants to go wish the boys good luck so obviously you volunteer to go with her bc you’re just that good of a friend 🤩

When the two of you arrive only four of the boys are there, and you immediately question their leader on where your boyfriend is while Hiyyih starts talking to the others, completely unbothered about her missing brother 😁

“I think he was going to the vending machine.”

So you volunteer to go check on him, because once again you’re just such a good friend

But when you find him it appears he’s already gotten his drink out of the vending machine because he’s standing in a stairwell sipping on it

“Oh thank goodness, I was starting to think you wouldn’t come,” he giggles, setting his drink on the step and grabbing you by your waist to pull you closer to himself 🤭

“How did you know I was going to come look for you?”

“I ran as soon as I heard Hiyyih say she was going to greet us. I knew you’d come with.”

You laugh, placing a fleeting kiss on his lips.

“You know me so well.” 🤩

He kisses you again once the words are out of your mouth

“I’ve missed kissing you,” he pouts, “why do my members have to love me so much they never go away.” 😔

You laugh but let him cup your cheeks

“They’re not here now.”

There are no more words exchanged after that, as he keeps one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, melding your lips together

But of course Soobin had noticed that the two of you were gone too long and had come to check on you like the good leader he was 💪

He and Kai both yell when they see each other, and Soobin practically drags their maknae by the ear back to the rehearsal area

It isn’t until the three of you return that you realize you had red lipstick on, and it’s now smeared all over both yours and your boyfriends mouths 😳

He’s drug back to the makeup artist while you’re left with a glaring Hiyyih

“We could be sisters” 😁

#txt oneshots #txt drabbles #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt scenarios #txt soobin fluff #txt yeonjun fluff #txt beomgyu fluff #txt taehyun fluff #txt kai fluff #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt soobin drabble #txt yeonjun drabble #txt beomgyu drabble #txt taehyun drabble #txt kai drabble

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ballblender · 6 months

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Could I request some headcanons for GoM + Kiyoshi helping their scared s/o on the train? I’ve never been on one before and I’d be so nervous. Death grip on their hands fr

a/n: Thanks for the ask!! I'll also include Kagami if that's okay! :) Btw anon, i recommend trying out the train (unless you live rural and far away from a station, or already know how to drive lol), it's honestly so convenient :) also jshdghd they might ooc because i honestly haven't watched the show in almost a year

GoM + Kiyoshi comforting their scared S/O on the train

cw: fluff, gn reader, idk - trains???, not proofread, my writing is never proofread LOL

Kuroko

"Y/N...what are you doing?"

It's a strange sight to see his usually smiley and happy partner currently cowering as the train rumbles. The carriage is full of passengers, standing tall above the pair.

"Don't laugh but, I...I don't use the train very often...or ever, at that."

Kuroko's face contorts to confusion.

"...so, this must be scary for you, right, Y/N?" Kuroko asks, smiling reassuringly as you bod in response.

"That's okay, I'm here with you. Just hold my hand."

He wasn't expecting you to grab onto him like he was your saviour, but giggled softly anyway.

He kisses your cheek, whispering how he'll have to take you out on dates more often so you can get used to the train.

Kagami

(having a little liberty this time since he wasn't technically part of the ask)

When your boyfriend told you that he'd show you around America, you were excited, as you should've been. Not much about the place seemed to matter to you right now though, as you stand, cramped up in the damp-smelling train of the New York City Subway.

Kagami himself appears unfazed by the way the carriage rumbles, the random coughing from every direction, the flickering lights, not even the rat licking up an old coffee stain on the floor.

"Taiga..."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"...I-I wasn't prepared for America to be this...how do i put it...ratholey?

Kagami laughs out loud, smiling broadly.

"That's a good way to describe New York."

You chuckle along with him, each other's laughter serving as a better light than whatever was short-circuiting above you both.

You hold his hand, and he holds yours, resting his palm on your thigh, as he rubs your knee with his thumb.

"LA is better than this, I promise."

Aomine

"Idiot...why are you scared?"

You can practically feel Aomine's mocking smirk forming, even if your eyes are shut and your face is buried in his chest.

"I don't use trains...you know I walk to school..."

Aomine's eyes roll as he sighs.

"Well, better get used to it now, or how are you gonna live in this city as an adult?"

It's these occasional moments of wisdom that draw you to Aomine. Until he of course ruins it.

"Unless you want me to piggyback you everywhere like a baby."

"Shut up."

He chuckles, stroking a few loose strands of your hair from your face.

"Kidding. I'm not gonna break my back carrying your ass."

You huff in annoyance at his comment, your hands finding his as your face buries into his chest even harder. He chuckles, squeezing your hand and kissing the crown of your head.

"I told you to shut up."

Midorima

"Oha Asa predicted (Your Star Sign) would not suffer any misfortunes today, you shouldn't worry." Midorima says this so matter-of-factly, it's scary.

"I-I know that...but it's still scary, Shin."

Midorima casually wraps a hand around your shoulder and pulls you slightly closer to him.

"You really should travel by train more often. In the future, what if a job you want requires you to travel by train? Don't be scared." he says his last sentence with a little smile, an uncharacteristic one at that, yet you find it so endearing.

Midorima has always been like this, acting less like a boyfriend, and more like a proper spouse, a husband you can share anything with, and be free of judgement, well, except from Oha Asa's.

You then feel him slip a small bangle onto your wrist.

"Your lucky item today is a silver bangle. But, I want you to wear it whenever you go on a train, okay? In fact, wear it everywhere, then I'll be with you."

You look down at the bangle, admiring the small 'M' engraved along it.

"I will...I'll wear it all the time. Thank you, Shin."

As he takes hold of your hand, you suppress a giggle; he'd already given you your lucky item earlier that day, a animal eraser. He must've been looking for an excuse to spoil you.

Murasakibara

The carriage rumbling: the murmurs of students: the ringing of phones. It was a lot to take in, especially since the last time you used the train was when you were a kid.

It especially didn't help that your giant of a boyfriend was crunching on snacks, the sound only adding to your unease.

"Mmph...this flavour's nice."

"Atsushi."

He turns to you and swallows the mouthful.

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"Could you...hold my hand?"

"Ehh? But how will I eat my snacks?"

"...use your other hand."

"But that hand's for holding the bag!"

This little dispute carries on for a while until he suggests, and you (hesitantly) decide to sit on his lap, perched on his thighs as he continues chomping away.

Weirdly, you do feel safe. Too bad you'll be getting crumbs all over you.

Kise

"So then my boss told me that-"

Although Kise is great at telling his stories, both about his modeling work and about Kasamatsu's never-ending impatience with him, you truly couldn't care less in this moment.

Your shoulders press together as the carriage shakes. The contact is hot and unpleasant, despite Kise's joyful face.

Your forehead begins to sweat, the air in the train is damp and humid.

"Kise, c-can you stop talking for just a second?"

"E-eh? Why? I was just getting to the good part!"

"I really don't feel well..."

Upon your words, Kise looks up at the announcement bar, and grabs your hand.

"Come on, Y/N, let's get off at this station."

"Huh? This isn't our stop though..."

He chuckles, the train coming to a stop, as he leads you out.

"I can't have you fainting on me! Let's cool down with a drink or something, my treat!"

You smile at the offer.

"Alright."

Akashi

While you and Akashi would usually walk together, or get rides in his limo, today he decided to use the train. You honestly didn't question it, Akashi always had his reasons for doing what he did.

What you forgot, however, was that you've never actually been on the train before.

It's more...suffocating than you were imagining, despite passing by the beautiful hills and landscapes. Akashi is drawn to them, staring out of the window with a small smile painted across his face.

You, however, can't ignore the other passengers. The sneezing lady, the sniffling office worker, the crying baby. It's a lot all at once.

"Y/N? ...What are you doing?"

You realize that, subconsciously, you covered your ears with your hands.

"Ah, sorry."

"...Do you not like the train?"

"...I...i've just never been on one before..."

A slight silence forms between the two of you.

Akashi's fingers slowly find yours.

As your hands squeeze together, you know it'll be alright.

Kiyoshi

You're with the rest of the Seirin team, walking back from a game (Kiyoshi managed to convince Riko to let you watch from the bench), when Riko rounds up everybody to get their attention.

"Okay everybody! We have to meet up early tomorrow, so let's get the next train out of here."

Everybody nods in agreement, and you realise, you've never actually been on a train before. Kiyoshi's hand squeezes yours as soon as your expression changes.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

"I've...never been on a train before."

He blinks for a moment.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah..."

Kiyoshi chuckles.

"Well, what is it that you're so afraid of?"

"Just...never thought i'd have to go on one."

Kiyoshi chuckles again, shaking his head slightly.

"We'll have to go on dates more often to help you get used to it then."

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a/n 2: sorry for the lack of posts, and more sorry to this anon for how late this post is. ill try better to post more often hehe

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beginningofwonderland · 2 years

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Caffeine Addiction - Yunho

Pairing: YunhoxfemReader

Genre: smut, some fluff, comfort (MINORS DNI!)

Word count: 6.1k

Summary: You‘ve had a terrible day so you seek comfort at your favourite coffee shop and with your favourite barista. What you didn't expect was ending up beneath him shortly after.

(Pls I'm obsessed with coffee shop settings. Also I aimed for smut and this was way more comfort than planned lol. I'm getting soft.)

Warnings: slight size kink (I can't write Yunho without this I'm sorry), manhandling, fingering, unprotected sex and no discussion of protection (pls don't bang your local barista without protection), creampie

@underworldnet 👍🏻

The shop door swung open with the ding of a small bell. It rang like music in your ears. You visited the small coffee shop every morning before work to grab some coffee and you often came back for a piece of pastry in the afternoon.

The place was close to your office and therefore convenient. But even more than that, the small store had just really grown on you. The decor was lovely: an array of different pieces of furniture that all had a vintage vibe and magically matched each other. There were always fresh flowers on the tables and a large bookshelf decorated the back of the store.

Only adding to the shops charm was the staff. The place was owned by a very old lady, that was the cutest person you had ever met. She always gave you an extra big slice of your favourite cake and often packed you some pieces for free when you came before the store closed. But because of her growing age she started working less and less.

Instead her grandson covered more and more shifts at the cafe. They had a few part timers, but Yunho basically ran the store 24/7. He definitely came after his grandmother in terms of character. Just like always, when you entered today, he greeted you with a bright smile.

"Hello y/n! I'll get you your usual."

It had only taken him one week to ask for your name and never forget your favourite order ever again.

"Hello Yunho. Thank you!" You smiled back at him and already searched for your purse while he prepared your large americano. When he handed you the paper cup, it had a cute little puppy drawn onto it.

You smiled even brighter when you saw it. "You know I really wanted to get a reusable cup with the amount of coffee I drink, but then I wouldn't be able to get your little drawings anymore," you told him sulkingly.

He rested his elbows on the counter and looked at you with a playful grin. "We both know I can't let you go to work without seeing you smile over my drawings, angel."

A small blush crept up your cheeks at the nickname. Yunho was a huge flirt whenever you came to the store. At first you had thought that that was only his natural personality, but you've seen other people order often enough to know he only treated you this way. Maybe it drew you into the café even more than your caffeine addiction.

"I wouldn't want it any other way," you replied with a cheeky grin, carefully throwing your hair over your shoulder before handing Yunho the money for the drink.

"Have a great day at work and don't work overtime again," he said with a worrying undertone.

"I'll try not to," you responded, but you already knew you were lying. You always had to work overtime. "But you know how my boss is like..."

Visiting the cafe after work regularly, Yunho basically knew everything about your job at the media company: Your boss was a nightmare and the pay wasn't nearly enough for the amount of work you did. But you were too afraid to apply for something else. Too caught up in your messy routine.

"Take care of you, angel!" He insisted before you told him goodbye and left the store with the biggest smile on your face and a tingling feeling in your stomach.

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When you returned to the shop in the evening, your mood was exactly the opposite of what it had been in the morning. It had started to rain and the water mixed with the tears that streamed down your face and smudged your mascara. Your neat dress was already clinging to your figure from the moisture.

You pushed open the door praying that no other costumers would be inside. The store would be closing in five minutes anyway. The familiar "ding" welcomed you but it didn't help to lift your spirit.

"Please, tell me you're still open," you said to Yunho who looked at you in shock. Your voice was weak and on the verge of breaking. Hearing how pathetic you sounded you already regretted your decision of going to the café.

Yunho put down a plate that he had just been holding and walked past the counter to greet you in worry.

"What happened to you, darling?" He wanted to take you into his arms so badly but he didn't want to cross any boundaries. So his hand went out to pat your shoulder compassionately.

"I had a terrible day," you sobbed out as you met his puppy eyes. "And I could really need a slice of that lemon pie right now..." you added in a sulking tone.

A small smile appeared on Yunho's face at the mention of your favourite treat. "You need to dry first. Sit down, angel. I'll get you a jacket."

Unable to disagree, you slumped down on one of the little sofas in the cafe as you watched Yunho go to the back of the store. When he returned he carried a big sweater jacket with him that he draped across your shoulders. Judging by the size and the smell of it, it was probably his own.

"Wait a second," he muttered gently and continued to dim the bright lights in the store and change the sign from "open" to "close". You felt terrible as you noticed how it was already time to close the shop.

"I'm so sorry, Yunho. I really only wanted to grab a piece of cake and head out again. I don't want you working any longer."

You started getting up from the sofa but he gently pushed you back down into your seat.

"Don't worry about me. I always have to stay longer to clean up anyways and I'm not letting you go outside like that." He seemed firm in his words and you felt warmed by his care.

"Do I look that bad?" you asked sadly.

Yunho almost seemed offended by your question. "You look gorgeous as always, angel. But you're literally shivering. I can't let you head out into the rain freezing like that."

You looked outside to hide your reddened cheeks. He was right. The rain had increased since you entered the store and you didn't bring a jacket or an umbrella to work with you.

"I should've checked the weather forecast," you sighed more to yourself.

You turned back around as you heard Yunho shuffle behind the counter. He was working on some kind of drink while also getting a big slice of lemon pie ready for you. You watched his skilled hands as they manoeuvred around the kitchen so naturally. You always thought he looked incredibly handsome like that: His face all concentrated as he moved between his equipment so smoothly.

When he came back and sat down next to you on the sofa, he put the cake and a mug before you. The beverage was decorated with cream and a heart made from sprinkled cinnamon. The cute gesture almost made you want to cry again.

"What is this?" you asked nodding towards the cup.

"Hot cocoa," he answered. "You shouldn't have more caffeine this late and chocolate makes you happy," he added with a bright smile that had you melting just like the hot treat.

"Thank you," you said gravely. "I really mean it."

"No worries, angel. Now tell me what happened to you."

And you went on to tell him about your terrible day while devouring your piece of cake. You had done this before; ranting about your work after a long day. And he was always there to listen to you and comfort you.

You told him how someone had bumped into you after your visit to the cafe and spilled coffee on your dress. How your boss made you work overtime again. And how finally, said boss yelled at you, because she didn't like your draft for a marketing proposal.

"And then it got too much for me and I got up from my chair and told her I'm quitting," you finally explained. "And then I came here in the rain because I needed some comfort."

The memory brought the tears back to your eyes. "I'm so stupid. I need that job, I can't just quit," you complained to yourself and grabbed a napkin to wipe away the tears that started spilling again.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Yunho replied warmly. When you looked up at him with tears still glimmering in your eyes and a sliver of hope at his words, he couldn't hold back any longer. He carefully laid his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to his chest.

He did it slowly, giving you time to back out and watching your reaction. But when you buried your face in his apron and wrapped your arms around his torso, he knew this was exactly what you needed.

After lingering in his embrace for a few seconds you backed off again, slightly embarrassed. But his arm stayed on your shoulders spending you a comfortable warmth.

"Sorry," you excused yourself while looking to the ground." But it just hit me that I won't be able to come into the cafe every morning if I work somewhere else."

Yunho's heart skipped a beat as you said that. You coming in every morning made his every day. At first he was hesitant to take over his grandma’s shop but after meeting you, he couldn't wait for his shifts to start and seeing you smile over his drawings on your coffee cup.

"Don't say that, angel. You'll find something close. And if you don't, I'll make you work here."

You laughed at his suggestion and took a sip of your hot chocolate. It was rich and smooth and easily the best hot chocolate you had ever tasted. When you sat the cup back down Yunho looked at you with an amused grin.

"What?" you asked in confusion.

"You have some cream on your lip." He gestured to his own to show you the spot. When you wiped your finger over it hastily he grinned even brighter.

"You only smudged it, dummy. Let me help you."

He reached his large hand out and you couldn’t help but let him wipe away the smudge of cream from your upper lip. As soon as his thumb touched your skin a shiver ran through your body. You suddenly noticed how close the two of you were with his arm still around you and it made you want to get rid of his jacket because of the heat that rose inside of you.

He kept the eye contact with you as he retreated his finger and slowly licked the cream of his thumb with that mind-numbingly handsome smirk. You had to keep your eyes from rolling back into your skull at the sight, instead having your lashes flutter.

You always knew Yunho had a lasting effect on you but right now you were almost overwhelmed by how intense he made you feel.

"I should head back home," you mumbled quickly, wanting to escape before you did something stupid. Your temperament was already unpredictable today.

A small flicker of disappointment rushed over Yunho's face before he smiled at you again. "It's still pouring outside. You can't go all the way home like that."

He knew you lived far enough away that you had to take the bus and walk for a while to reach your apartment. You looked outside again and realised he was once again right. You sighed.

"I can't keep you in the store for forever though," you said apologizingly.

"No, but you could come home with me." You looked at him in surprise. "Until the rain stops of course. I live close," he added shyly while scratching the back of his neck.

You smiled to yourself. Was the Jeong Yunho getting shy after shamelessly flirting with you every single day you came in here?

You wanted to go with him. You had liked him for as long as he worked there and you talked to him every day. And with your day already being all over the place you decided to be brave once more and do what you actually wanted to do. Just like quitting your terrible job, you made your move on the handsome barista.

"I'd like that." You accompanied your answer with a flirty smile and you could swear that you saw Yunho visibly swallowing.

"Okay, let me just put everything away real quick."

He almost jumped out of his chair, grabbing your plate and now empty cup before going back behind the counter. You had never seen him that rushed before, usually he was always relaxed.

After only a few minutes he seemed to have finished every task he needed to do and looked at you in half disbelief.

"I'll get us an umbrella."

You heard some rummaging in the back room and finally Yunho emerged with an umbrella. "You ready?" he asked with a shy smile.

"Sure," you answered your heart beating out of your chest. You couldn't believe your were going home with him. A bubbling excitement ran through you as you looked at him.

Yunho walked out of the store first to open the umbrella and let you walk under it as soon as you stepped outside. He closed the door behind you and locked it with a huge set of keys. Because the umbrella was rather small, his tall figure was standing close to you, his chest facing you when he finished locking the cafe up.

Like the gentleman he was he offered you his arm and you weaved yours around it with a blush on your face. His other hand was holding the umbrella and you had the suspicion, that he was only shielding you from the rain with it , as you watched the border of his shirt slowly soak.

"You know you're supposed to use that to save yourself from getting wet?" you teased him while nodding at the umbrella.

"Don't worry about me, darling. It's not far and my priority is getting you there dry."

You still shifted a little closer to him, so that the umbrella would automatically cover him a little more.

It felt nice to walk beside him. His strong arm guiding you and his presence making you feel safe. Usually you always worried walking alone in the evening, but around the tall male you could enjoy the fresh night air. You wondered how you would look to someone watching you from afar; probably like a couple walking home together. The thought stirred up butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"Right here," Yunho suddenly announced and stopped in front of an apartment building. He opened the door quickly and released your arm, letting you enter the dry entry hall before him. He closed the umbrella and followed you inside.

"There's an elevator but it got stuck twice this year so I'd recommend the stairs."

"I don't mind," you answered, even though your feet were hurting from the heels you wore.

He led you up two staircase and down the hallway before entering his apartment. After he flicked on the lights you could see that the entryway led directly into his open living room. You removed your heels at the door and couldn't suppress a sigh as your feet were finally freed. Yunho noticed your exhausted expression and looked at you with compassion.

"Make yourself comfortable on the couch, okay? I'll just get rid of my apron and then I'll join you."

You hadn't even noticed that he was still wearing his work uniform. You nodded at him and sat yourself down at the couch. You let your eyes wander around the room curiously. He had very neat and modern furniture, almost the exact opposite of how the coffee shop looked like. Still it felt warm inside and inviting. Maybe it was just his personal aura.

As you looked outside you noticed that the rain was still pouring and it didn't look like it would end soon. You were basically stuck at his place. Listening to the steady sound of the raindrops hitting the window you found yourself thinking about your terrible day once again.

You couldn't believe that you had quit your job so carelessly. Burying your face in your hands, you took a deep breath to calm the panic rising inside of you.

"Are you ok?" Yunho asked softly. You hadn't noticed him coming back. He had changed into a casual grey tshirt that was accentuating his broad frame.

"Yeah, sure." But he saw right through your lies.

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry again?" He asked sadly. "Please, don't cry again. I can't watch your beautiful face stained with tears."

You were shocked by the intensity of his words and watched him as he sat down beside you.

"Why do you care so much about me, Yunho? You didn't have to do any of this for me." You gestured to the room around you, hinting at him taking you home to protect you from the rain. "I'm just a stupid girl that has an addiction to coffee and visits your store everyday."

You swallowed a lump at your own harsh words. When his eyes turned sad you couldn't bear to look at him any longer and turn your head to the side. But Yunho slid closer to you on the couch and gently turned your head back around by your chin. His fingers still resting there he said:

"Listen to me: You're not stupid. And I do this because I care about you. We talk every day. Every morning and sometimes even in the afternoon for the past what? Like 6 months. I like you Y/n and I know you don't come to the coffee shop just because of the caffeine either."

There it was again. That handsome, flirty smirk that always adorned him around you. It quickened your heartbeat in an instant and made you smile in return. A sudden surge of heat ran through your stomach as you processed his words.

"Then what do I come there for?" you challenged him with raised brows.

"The most handsome barista in the city," he answered cockily and you couldn't help but giggle.

"You might be on to something..." you replied holding the eye contact with him now.

Yunho's gaze flicked down to your lips before focussing on your eyes once again. His fingers still grasping your chin.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked in a husky tone and your eyes fluttered shut for a second.

"Please do," you replied eagerly.

His hand wandered from your chin to gently cup your cheek and he pulled you closer to him. You saw a smirk tugging on his lips just moments before your lips met.

Yunho's lips were so incredibly soft and warm. Kissing him felt like being comforted on a cold day which was exactly what he was doing. His other hand moved into your hair, gently stroking you as he deepened the kiss.

You leaned into his touch and brought your hand up to rest on his chest. Your head was already spinning. You had your fair share of kisses before but this one felt different. It was so intense and comforting yet still exciting. Adrenaline rushed through your body as his tongue entered your mouth and a small groan left you.

The sound made Yunho's fingers twitch and he let his tongue play with your mouth, occasionally sucking on your bottom lip. You wanted to be closer to him but the awkward position of you two sitting next to each other didn't allow you that. You shifted your weight and put one leg over Yunho's lap, straddling him without breaking the kiss.

Now it was a Yunho who released a groan. "I've been wanting to do this for months, baby," he mumbled in between kisses.

The petname and the deep tone of his voice made you shiver. You were used to him calling you sweet things but he's never called you baby before. "Me too," you replied hastily, the kiss turning messy in between your muttered words.

On of his arms snaked around your waist and drew circles through the fabric of your dress. With the sudden heat rising in you, you quickly shuffled off Yunho's jacket that you were still wearing before burying your hands in his dark hair. As you tucked on his strands lightly, he moaned into the kiss.

"You drive me so crazy, baby." His mouth wandered from your lips to your neck and you let your head fall back to give him more access. "Looking so pretty every morning when you come into the shop."

His sweet words made you giggle and warmed you from the inside out. "You should have made a move on me earlier then," you teased him. He retreated from your neck and looked at you with dark eyes, breathing heavily.

"Yeah, I should've bend you over the counter in one of your pretty little skirts when noone was watching. Would've woken you up better than coffee anyway."

You moan at his dirty words and if you were standing right now, your knees would've given out underneath you.

"Make me yours, Yunho."

His lips attacked yours in a feverish kiss as his hands grabbed your thighs. He stood up from the couch, carrying you in a tight embrace towards what you suspected was his bedroom. He kicked open the door harshly and you could hear it thumb against the wall behind. But when he laid you onto his bed he was the exact opposite; gently lowering onto the soft mattress so that you wouldn't get hurt.

You pulled him on top of you by the collar of his shirt and he propped up his hands next to your head to not crush you. The way he hovered above you made you realize just how much taller he was. His broad frame took in all of your viewspace.

"I could get used to having you underneath me like this," he said, taking in the way your hair spread around you and the bottom of your dress riding up your thighs.

"Treat me well and you can have me like this everyday," you replied, eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

He groaned before crushing his lips onto yours. "I'll make you never want to leave," he growled into the kiss.

This time he was a little bit more harsh with you. His lips pressed your head into the mattress and his hand reached out to grab your waist, tugging your body closer to him and making your back arch.

You loved how he could move your body so easily. Your hands wandered from his broad chest to his arms as you explored this way his muscles flexed when he held you. Yunho was breathtaking. From his handsome face to his strong build and his big hands. Everything about him captured your attention.

When his hand wandered down to your thigh you couldn’t help but moan as his slender fingers massaged your skin. His hand was so large that it covered your entire thigh and the feeling made you even weaker beneath him. You have never wanted someone that much in your entire life.

You tugged on his shirt as Yunho deepened the kiss and he chuckled. "Wanna see more of me, baby? Should I take it off?" He looked at you through dark eyes and you nodded shyly. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in a swift motion.

You knew he was fit. So much was evident through the tight shirts and even the apron he usually wore at work. But now that you saw all of his muscles dancing beneath his skin you felt tiny in his embrace.

"You look so fucking hot," you breathed out and for a second his dark gaze was replaced by a shy giggle.

"Can I see you too, beautiful?" he asked gently, his hand running over the hem of your dress.

"You can see all of me that you want," you replied in a seductive tone as you sit up and turn your back to him. The zipper of your dress sat on the back and you hoped he would get the hint.

His fingers wander up your back before grasping onto the zipper. When he pulled it down slowly shivers ran down your skin. He didn't make them stop when he slid his hands under the dress and slowly slipped the sleeves of your arms while littering wet kisses along your neck.

The dress now pooling at your hips you laid back into his strong figure and breathed heavily as his fingers ghosted over your skin. They halted right beneath your lace bra and you urged Yunho to go on.

"Please touch me, Yunho. I need you so much."

He groaned into your neck as his hands cupped your breasts over the bra. It didn’t take long before he opened the clasp of your bra as well, exposing your top half completely.

"You feel even better than I imagined," he breathed into your ears huskily as his fingers grazed over your hardened nipples. The touch made you clench around nothing and drew a small moan from you. You turned your head to the side so that he could kiss you while caressing your breasts. The way he hovered above you made heat pool between your legs and you grabbed his face hungrily.

Finally, Yunho turned you around again, laying you back on the bed and pulling the dress down your legs. His eyes were glazed over as he looked at you, admiring your almost completely naked form.

His hand slid between your thighs, rubbing you over the thin material of your panties. You sucked in a harsh breath and shifted your hips to press yourself onto his fingers.

"You're already soaking through your panties," Yunho assessed with a satisfied grin. "I still need to prep you though. You look way too tiny to just take me like this."

He shoved your panties to the side and let two of his long fingers slide into you. The feeling was heavenly. He reached places inside of you that you didn't even know existed and it only took him a few seconds to find that spot that made your hips buckle beneath him.

"Right there, Yunnie," you moaned beneath him.

"Yunnie?" he chuckled. "I put my fingers into you for two seconds and you're already calling me nicknames."

You loved that sassy side of him, he was teasing you but not too much. His fingers increased their pace and a tight feeling of pleasure build up in your lower stomach.

"That's a good girl, now take just one more." A third finger entered you but the praise overshadowed any discomfort you might have felt. You were already a whining, moaning mess beneath him and he was only starting.

"That's it, tiny," he growled and hovered closer to your face to watch your facial expressions. "You feeling good?"

"Fuck, yes," was all you could blurt out while you neared your orgasm, his fingers made you putty in his hands, hitting all the right spots.

Right before you felt like you might burst, he pulled them out of you. You whined at the loss of contact and stared at him through pleading eyes.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make you come on something even better." You could only watch him through hazy eyes as he finally got rid of his jeans and boxers, revealing his hardened cock. He was clearly the biggest you've ever had and you couldn't wait for him to fuck you stupid on his damn big cock.

He gently tucked your panties down your legs and hovered above you.

"Ready for me, baby?"

"Yes," you answered and grabbed onto his arms when he started pushing himself into you. He stretched you out quite a bit but his fingers had worked you up enough for it not to hurt. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he finally bottomed out inside of you and hit your sweet spot with the tip of his cock.

He groaned as he started thrusting himself into you at a slow pace. "God damn, you're so tight for me baby."

His thrusts slowly sped up and you started arching your back to give him an even deeper angle. The change had Yunho shivering above you and he quickly grabbed one of your legs to pull it above his shoulder and pound into you even deeper.

At this point the room was starting to fill with the sounds of his skin slapping onto yours and your heavy breaths mixing with irrepressible moans. You couldn't do anything but stare into his darkened eyes as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm. When one of his pretty hands started drawing circles onto your clit your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Like that, baby?"

"Please, Yunho, pleas..." You couldn't even answer his question. Only begs left your mouth as you felt your high approaching.

"Come for me, beautiful. You look so pretty all fucked out on my cock."

His words finally threw you over the edge. Goosebumps littered your skin as you held onto his arms and felt the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm washing over you. He fucked you through it slowly, admiring how your face reacted to the feeling.

When you seemed to recover Yunho pulled out of you and gently rolled you onto your side. He then slipped behind you and entered you again from behind. This angle was even deeper than before and you moaned shamelessly as he started fucking you like this; his lips buried into your neck and his hands holding on to your hips.

When one of his hands wandered onto your stomach you heard a deep groan from Yunho.

"I can feel myself through your tummy, tiny." You blinked at his words, absolutely perplexed until you looked down and could watch Yunho quite literally fucking you to the point that your lower stomach bulged out. The sight drew the most desperate whine from you and Yunho picked up the tempo once more.

"You like being that small next to me? Want to come on my big cock again?"

"Fuck yes, Yunnie."

He buried his head in your neck while fucking you even deeper. His heavy breaths so close to your ear had you going insane and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

"Please, make me come," you whined as you arched your back to press yourself even closer to him.

With the way his grip on your hips tightened, you were sure he was close to coming as well. He still managed to release one of his hands and let it massage your clit again, determined to draw another orgasm from you.

"Tell me where I should come first," Yunho growled into your ear and the strained tone of his voice sent you flying towards your release already.

"Come inside of me, Yunnie. Please! Just make me yours."

You felt him twitch at your words as he continued to work his fingers on your sweet spot.

"Then come for me pretty thing and I'll fill you up nicely."

That was your last straw. Your orgasm crashed over you and your ears started ringing from the overwhelming pressure. You grinded down onto Yunho's hips to ride out your high as high pitched moans kept tumbling out of your mouth. Your motions tipped Yunho over the edge as well and he clutched onto your hips as his cock started to twitch, releasing ropes of warm cum deep inside of you.

The feeling of it filling you up made you want to drool. You never wanted him to move again. You wanted to stay in his arms like this forever. Like his.

Still he slowly released you after a while of the two of you just catching your breath.

"I'll get something to clean you up, baby," he announced as he slipped out of you. You felt cold as soon as he was gone. But Yunho didn't let you wait long before he returned with a wet cloth, cleaning you up carefully while littering kisses on your dampened skin in between. When he was done he cradled you into his arms, your head lying comfortably on his broad chest.

"I promise I wanted to ask you out on a date first but I guess we skipped a few steps."

You chuckled in response. "I don't mind at all. You were fucking amazing. I'd still take that date though."

He kissed the top of your head as his hands stroked your back softly. "So you meant that part about me making you mine?"

You lifted your head to look into his warm eyes. "I did."

You fell asleep like that, curled up in his arms, listening to the sound of the rain that had brought you two together in the first place.

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When you woke up the next morning, Yunho was gone. But there was a note next to you on the bed:

I didn't want to wake you, but I had to open the shop. Please come by when you're awake!!!

It was signed with one of his little puppy drawings and your heart fluttered at the sight. You hurried to get yourself ready before heading out to the cafe.

Today, the weather was on your side. The rain had stopped and a warm breeze was blowing through the streets as you made your way to the shop with light steps.

The doorbell rang like music in your ears as you entered the cafe. The first thing you saw was Yunho. His bright smile beamed at you from behind the cash register, lighting up the entire room like sunshine. It was like all the other people inside blurred into the background.

He mumbled something to his coworker that helped in the morning shifts before walking around the counter towards you. You didn't even realize you were smiling like an idiot as well until he swept you up into a warm hug and pressed his lips onto yours.

You soaked yourself in this moment, his soft lips on yours and his warmth healing you from the inside out.

„Did you sleep well, angel?" he asked you warmly, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. In this moment you really questioned yourself for not noticing earlier that he had a thing for you. He looked so utterly and wholehearted in love that there was no way not to notice.

„I slept perfectly. Except for you not being there."

„I'm sorry. I had to open the shop," he excused himself.

„I know, don't worry."

You looked at him admiringly for a few seconds.

„I have something for you," Yunho suddenly announced and his took your hand to drag you towards the counter.

„You want a coffee, right?" he asked and you were surprised about the question.

„Why else would I be here," you joked and he gave you a pout as he worked on the coffee machine. You wondered what he wanted to show you.

When he finished the coffee and brought it to you you noticed it was not your usual paper cup or one of the shops porcelain cups. It was a clean white reusable to-go cup. Just like you had wanted to get for months. Your heart warmed as you realized he must have gotten this for you a while ago already. But there was one flaw about it.

„But what about your drawings?" you asked afraid that you'll never get his cute little messages on your morning coffee ever again.

„It's a whiteboard cup," he explained with a proud smile. „You can write on it with an erasable marker. Turn it around!"

You turn the cup on the counter until you can see his neat handwriting.

I love you.

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What abt riding needy baby Yuuta and edging him so he begs to cum🤭

a/n: omg shutup, i love you so much

[[REQUESTS OPEN]] mdni, 18+ only

YUUTA OKKOTSU

All Yuuta wants is to have one of your round tits in his mouth as he sucks on your sensitive nipple while you sit on his crotch, waiting for him to calm down. He holds the soft mound of flesh tenderly, with both hands, as he suckles on it for dear life, occasionally opening his eyes to look at you, all innocent and so helpless.

"That's it, titty time's up." you see, taking your tit away from him as he follows it with his mouth and sits up, not wanting to let go of it.

"Please, just a little bit longer!" he whines, trying to grab the other one but you block him off. You would give it to your baby so easily, but today, you won't do it for free.

"Get your pants off first." you order him and he does so, wondering what's going on in your head. You eye his straining cock through his grey boxers. It's already leaking pre-cum.

"Look at the mess you're making." you coo at Yuuta, making him blush and stutter.

"That- it- i-it's not... That didn't happen because-"

"Shh." you say, placing a finger on his mouth and then replacing the finger with your other boob. Yuuta conveniently forgets his train of thought and starts feasting again, shutting his eyes and loosing himself on your nipple. If only it could also produce some milk for him. He grabs it again to latch onto it much better as he stays upright, letting you put your arms around his shoulders for support.

Now with his pants out of the way, you could feel his hard on fit snugly between your nether folds, although your panties are still on. The feeling of it being cushioned in between your lips makes you feel something quivering on the inside. Soon, you begin rutting against his bulge, making Yuuta moan into your boob.

"Y/N, What are you doing? hngghh..." he mumbles, nearly biting your nipple.

"Just focus on your pacifier, baby. Let me take care of you." you say, kissing his forehead and rolling your hips against his cock. You could feel his precum leak through his boxers and your panties onto your fresh pussy.

"Mmmm..." you moan out as the friction is starting to feel more and more delicious. The texture of your panties, the folds of his boxers and of course - his plentiful cock. You could see on Yuuta's contorted face that it was getting to him too. His hold on your boob was loosening and he was now looking at where your pussy rubbed against his crotch.

"I-I'm gonna cum-" he says softly, smiling like an idiot hoping you would oblige quickly and give him his high. "Can I cum?"

"Mmm.. I don't know about that." you say, stopping your movement and staying still atop his crotch.

"N-No!" he exclaimed, holding your arms and beckoning you to start moving again but it was hard to please you, with that little effort that is.

"Open up." you command, as Yuuta hesitantly opens his mouth. You eye his pretty lips for a second before spitting a big blob of spit right into his mouth.

"Keep that in." you say, closing his mouth with your finger as he nods fervently and you start rolling your hips again.

"Don't you dare swallow." you say, poking his adam's apple with your cured nail. He doesn't dare to gulp or stray away from your hypnotizing gaze. Oh, it's so simple for you to just be his god.

"My sweet Yuuta." You coo at him, pinching his cheeks full of your saliva making him whimper. "Do you want to cum that badly that you'd be my personal spit sink?"

"Anything for you, Y/N." he mumbles, almost inaudible due to the amount of saliva in his mouth which he refuses to gulp down.

Looking at his face all in love with you, you pick up speed wanting to make sure you give Yuuta the best orgasm he's ever had.

You slide your hands up his smooth torso and pinch his nipples, surprising him and making him swallow the spit. He panics for a second when you slow down for a second time.

"I-It was a mistake. I'm sorry. Y/N, please-" he begins and you curl a lock of your hair around your finger, smirking at him.

"Should I let you cum? Beg for it." You say.

"Please. I'll do anything. I'm so close-"

"Anything? Deal." You lean forward and kiss his lips this time. "You're Y/N's good boy after all."

"I-I am?" He asks as you move off him and get his tall dick out of his boxers. It quivers in your hand - it's definitely Yuuta's dick.

You start pumping it, making sure your fingers pay attention to the veins and the sensitive slit. "of course you are, baby."

Yuuta throws his head back as one last pump is enough to send him over the edge and cream right into your hand. Beads of sticky cum flowing out of the slit and onto your fingers.

"T-thank you." He gasps, finally smiling and about to pass out until you grab his jaw.

"Don't you dare sleep. You said you'll do anything." You climb up his torso and prepare to sit on his face as his round eyes eye your panties.

"Time for your payback."

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foryiujeans · 1 year

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umbrella for two.

synopsis. sharing an umbrella with a stranger at the convenience store out of nowhere made you and him more closer.

pairings. stranger!gunwook x fem!reader.

warnings. none.

word count. 2.1k

general taglist. @forsobeans

“oh, it’s raining.”

the clouds were gray and gloomy outside. you placed your hand on your cheek just observing how the sky was becoming sadder. suddenly, your train of thought was lost when your friend tried to scare you by slamming on the table; it failed miserably.

"hey y/n, why do you look so down nowadays?" haruto questioned you, sitting down at the table next to you after getting his peach tea.

"just cause. it doesn't matter now," you replied in a monotone voice giving no expression whatsoever. "; just hope it doesn't rain, that'll just ruin my mood more."

he tucked in their lips nodding his head realizing you need your alone time. they walked out of the convenience store, bidding you goodbye. the sounds of dripping water echoed your ears, turning to see it was starting to rain. with a tired sigh, you gathered your things to go home.

you slung the totebag on your shoulder, heading outside and seeing the last free umbrella that the convenience store had hung beside the entrance. the moment you walked outside, it started to rain very heavily. great, exactly what you wanted. recently the weather really affects your mood moreover the rain was not helpful to your current situation.

as you were about to grab the umbrella, a figure had already took it beforehand. eyes travelling to the person, he was wearing a blue hoodie, the hood resting on his nape. he was tall and looked scary.

“oh, do you want this?” his deep voice asked, holding up the umbrella.

his eyes were staring into yours, his were full of worry, “well, i do but you got it first so-”

your awkward tone made you fiddle with the ends of your skirt. the stranger was glad you understood that he was the one who took the umbrella first but then, he was also worried that you might get wet from the rain just because he was the one who had the umbrella first.

“where do you live?” his sudden question caught you off guard, looking at him strangely.

“seoul high dorms, why?” you asked which made his lips curl up into a smile of excitement and rushed to get you under the umbrella.

it felt like a drama, in slow motion and everything. he looked at you with those eyes you wished so desperately would look back at you. he smiled at you like a cute puppy that has lost its way.

he pats your shoulder carefully, “we go to the same school!, what block?”

“block d, near the school entrance.” his smile even widened when you said that, you were guessing his was close to yours.

"well, then we should go and did you not bring an umbrella?" he asked facing you. you stopped in your tracks and just stared at him.

"no...i guess i'm a little tired for that. " you lightly chucked.

he just stared at you - your face showing how worried he was for you. the tension along with the sound of the rain made you want to pour out your feelings right then and there. the both of you stopped walking and stood there under a tree in a neighborhood near the school.

suddenly, the stranger had got out a plastic bag, searching into it with his hand, “i’ve got sweets, want some?”

“oh, sure.” he had given you a pack of gummy bears for you and him to share while walking to the dorms. he had held onto the umbrella and continued walking with you. from the store to the dorms was only a ten minute walk so it didn’t worry you both.

“so, umm..,” he pursed his lips into a thin line, “i’ve never seen you around the campus before, what’s your name?”

“y/n, class 1-A, you?” you were munching on the gummy bears at this point while conversing with him.

he hummed while looking ahead at the side walk, “ah, the smart class. park gunwook, class 1-C, major in performing arts.”

throughout the whole journey to your dorm, you and gunwook both were talking about school, life and hobbies, including your class gossips. talking with gunwook, made you more comfortable and good after the stressful studying you had with haruto. you acknowledged that the male beside you really liked performing arts just by his story of his own interests.

the sudden stop of walking made you and gunwook stop talking and stare at the building in front of you. a smile appeared on his lips while closing the umbrella after entering the door.

“well, i’ll see you around at school, y/n.” his gummy smile made you return it, “i’ll surely search for your name on the board.”

“hope to see you try, gunwook.” a laugh escapes your lips and shook his hand firmly.

gunwook only stared at your figure when you walked towards the elevator, butterflies in his stomach when you gave him such an angelic and sweet smile. he clutched his hand on his chest, squealing quietly and walked to his dorm.

an umbrella that brought two human beings close.

a/n ! thank you so much for reading and giving me requests. i’m thankful that you guys enjoyed reading it and giving all the notes and support. i do not own any characters, music or pics given, will definitely work harder for the next ones !

signing out, miaaa hihi !

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momo-ceros · 1 year

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the convenience store at the corner || ken ryuguji/reader

summary; there is a small konbini on the way to musashi shrine that belongs to your grandmother. forced to help out, at least there are cute boys to look at. one in particular

tags; sfw, reader is a year older than draken, draken is a simp, teenage boys being teenage boys

author’s note; momo writing something in the holy year of 2023? impossible. i wanna start writing more i think so feel free to send in requests.

You were working at a small shop owned by your grandmother after school, which just so happened to lay on the path between his and Mikey‘s school and Musashi Shrine. Despite their rowdy reputation, you always greeted them with a kind smile but also did not shy away from using a sterner tone, particularly when Mikey made grabby hands at the Takoyaki behind the counter.

His crush on you made him feel ridiculous. He was the fearsome vice president of the Tokyo Manji Gang yet uttering more than a ‚hello‘ and ‚thank you‘ towards you seemed like an impossible task. He rather take on entire gangs all himself before you knew.

How unfortunate that you did. Whatever made teenage boys think they were slick about their crushes, you didn‘t know but you wish you had that kind of self confidence in other matters. You weren‘t blind, of course you saw the way the tip of his ears flushed in a deep red when he came to the counter. Honestly, it was kind of endearing.

You didn‘t know a whole lot about him, not more than what was told on the streets. You were a year older than him, he was some high ranking member in the teenage toddler group that were delinquent gangs and certainly seemed to be the most mature. Certainly more than his little friend who seemed to love drawing dick on the review notepad meant for customers. You were certain that Draken was 99% of his impulse control.

‚Draken‘ you had heard his friends call him on numerous occasions. That and ‚Ken-chin‘, but he did not seem to appreciate that nickname too much, judging my his reaction.

‘He was sorta cute’, you concluded as you sat behind the counter, your eyes following him, as him and his friends made their way through the store, laughing and joking around.

“They are still 150¥”, you chastised in a monotone voice, looking up from your magazine as Mikey flinched and moved his hand back from the pastries in front of the store.

“But we are regulars!”, he complained loudly pouting.

“No. He is a regular”, you said, pointing at Draken, who immediately flushed faintly, trying to keep his posture, “he is a regular. You have never payed for a single thing in your life here.”

Mikey grumbled, unable to deny the fact that Draken brought everything here anyway while he just picked what he wanted to have.

“Fine. Since I am unwanted here I am going to leave”, he said, leaving Draken alone to pay for their snacks with you.

“Sorry about him”, Draken apologised, rubbing his neck nervously as he placed the items on the counter.

You started to scan the items, taking your sweet time.

“Its fine. I’ve gotten used to it. Must be annoying for you to always be on baby sitting duty.”

“He can be annoying. Real annoying. But imma still follow him”, Draken said earnestly.

“How unfortunate”, you hummed, a glint of humour in eyes as you grabbed a milk bun.

“I didn’t-“

“Free of charge. For being a loyal costumer”, you said, winking at him.

Draken gulped and dropped the sweaty yen coins onto the table.

“Thank you. I am sure he will appreciate it.”

You mulled over the thought that just came for you before shrugging. Might as well go for it.

“One more thing”, you said as you rang up his change and scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing both to him.

Draken stared in confusion at the string of random numbers.

“Uh… thanks?”

You leaned forward, resting your head on your hands.

“Thats my number, dragon boy. Free of charge. Give me a ring sometime”, you teased with a wink.

A deep, scarlet blush spread across his cheeks as Draken stuttered out a thank you before speedwalking out of the store, pushing instead of pulling the door, quickly rejoining his friends. How fun.

You watched him stumble, rejoining the group of his friends who, upon hearing the recent development, cheered for him. Boys. It was kind of adorable actually.

You stretched, staring at the clock. 2 more hours. Maybe you would close your shift and the shop to a message.

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amooree · 10 months

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┈➤ silence. miguel o’hara x reader

summary - miguel came home around five hours late. you were angry and worried sick, so you decided to help clean him up before doing anything rash.

warnings - angst/comfort, showering together, descriptions of injuries, reader doesn’t know miguels spideyman, a little crying

disclaimer - this is my first ever piece i’ve written and i’m free for critique! ty for reading <3

It was late, 2:45 in the morning to be exact. You had been pacing back and forth in your apartment, imagining the absolute worst. Miguel hadn’t been back for hours, and his shift had ended at 10:00.

Something had to be up.

It could’ve had been anything, that’s what tore you the most. Miguel could’ve been in an accident, or robbed. You couldn’t bare to bring yourself to think about the other options. You quickly shoved the ideas away, trying to be optimistic about the situation.

The door of your shared apartment slowly creeked open — to make as little noise as possible.

You jolted your head towards the door, only to see the tall man who you’d known to love slowly walking in, clearly dishevelled. This man looked completely different from your Miguel. His hair was messy, he was covered in scratches, and he seemed to be in dirty, tattered clothes, which contrasted the clean ones he had left for work in this morning. Emotions overwhelmed you, of course you had been relieved. Though he looked a wreck, he wasn’t terribly mamed, other then a few scratches covering his chest and arms. You had so many questions, but you had no idea where to start.

“Where were you? Miguel, you were supposed to be home hours ago. What happened?”. As anyone would be, you felt equally worried sick and angry. He, to your distaste, walked past you. You turned around quickly, to find him making his way to your bedroom.

“Miguel, I’m talking to you. I’ve been up worried sick for hours, the least you could do is give me an explana-“ “You wouldn’t understand.”

You stood there, dumbfounded. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Miguel O’hara, the cleanest, neatest man you have ever known, has walked into your apartment around 5 hours late, a complete mess. “I wouldn’t understand? Understand what?” You pause yourself for a moment, and breathe, attempting to calm your nerves. Miguel sits down on the bed, and sighs.

“You’re filthy, you’re getting dirt all over the comforter.” Miguel placed a hand on his forehead, and stood up as if he felt defeated. He walked towards you and looked you in the eyes, letting you take in the true damage of the situation. His lip was busted, and there were several scratches and bruises, which varied in severity running across his body. You looked up at him, sighing in defeat, as you couldn’t bring yourself to argue with him. He was hurt, not just physically, but emotionally. He would never admit it, or show it out loud, but you could tell.

You walked over to your bathroom, conveniently located adjacent to your bedroom. The faucet turned and hot water started to rain down onto the floor. You gently grabbed Miguel's scraped hand and lead him to the bathroom. His shirt came off easily because most of the fabric had been torn off. You both stripped and entered the shower, letting the hot water hit your heads. It was a comforting atmosphere, a silent one, but a comforting one nonetheless.

You grabbed a loofah, covered it in soap, and started to drag it softly around Miguel's skin, careful around the cut and bruised parts. It was intimate, an intimacy either of you had felt in a while. Even though you lived together, due to Miguel's job, having time together was rare. You washed the dirt off his body, making sure to kiss every cut that lay on his skin. Shampoo squirted into your hand, and you slowly started to lather in it Miguel’s soft, brown hair. He was quite tall, so you made him sit on the shower floor, as you sat on the seat built into your shower. As you massaged his head, you could almost feel the stress leave his body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He simply shook his head, letting some tears fall, which was a shock. He was a reserved man, he kept his emotions behind a wall. You decided to not make such a deal of it though, this was new for him, you were proud. His tears fell, trickling down his defined features, and onto his chest and shower floor. You rinsed his hair, and applied conditioner to his locks. As the conditioner set for a few minutes, you held him in your arms.

“I love you, Miguel. I don’t know what happened tonight, but I’m here for you.” He smiled, and weakly muttered, “I love you too.”. You washed out the conditioner and dried him and yourself off. You both slid on pajamas and got into bed.

Silence. That was all it was for the next few minutes. Sitting there in silence, and mostly darkness, apart from the glistening moon outside of your window. You didn’t know what to do, he was hurt, and you were lost. It was late, and he’d have to wake up to go to work early in the morning. You looked over and kissed his forehead gently, and wrapped him in your arms. As you both were about to fall asleep, you broke the silence, muttering three words. Three words that meant the world to Miguel.

“I love you.”

A/N: Hii, this is my first ever fic, i’m always open to criticism, and i really appreciate that you’ve read this <3

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Emily Prentiss x reader covers the "3am confessions" for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo

It was relatively often that Emily found herself knocking on your apartment door at a late hour of the night, especially if it was a night she got home after working a rather troubling case. The two of you had met at a bar, a night you were both conveniently out on the prowl, a teasing comment, a lingering touch leading to full on flirtation before you were tangled in your sheets until the sun came up. Emily left her contact information but was quick to tell you that this was never going to be anything more than casual, she wasn’t looking for anything more than friends with benefits. Her job was crazy, she’d tried to date in the past and everyone always had problems with the hours, the danger, the last minute taking off to out of state cases and not knowing when she’d be back. You simply shrugged, letting her know that you didn’t really date, it complicated things and your own schedule was hectic enough. So you were both on the same page and had no issues with the decisions made.

You usually let Emily come to you, knowing her schedule was much more crowded than yours and it usually involved late night calls and meet ups, times that you could always agree to versus the random days where you happened to be off and you were sure she was in office. Nothing ever went past the usual hook up, maybe a little bit of post sex cuddling, she’d sleep over if it was a really late night and most days the two of you would end up sharing coffee and breakfast before she’d leave. But you never went out, it was only the rare days one of you was already out at a bar, finding no one to take home that you’d text the other and maybe meet up out before returning to the privacy of your apartment to have your way with each other.

This week the case had been a particularly tough one for Emily, she’d called you the moment she’d gotten off the jet. It would likely still be hours before she could make it to your place but she wanted to make sure you were free, that she wouldn’t have to go home to an empty cold apartment tonight. As per usual, you’d offered her a drink, asked if she was hungry and tonight she simply downed the gin before pouncing on you, dragging you to the bedroom and honestly you weren’t complaining.

Hours later, you’d fully distracted each other by bringing the other to their peak as many times as possible, only stopping when they begged you to you were finally satisfied, distracted from reality. Emily was a little more clingy than normal, accepting your embrace as you came down from your highs. You pressed a kiss to her forehead, trying to figure out if she was going to take off into the night or if she would be there when you woke up. It didn’t take long for you to realize she’d clearly had a rough week and was in it for the long haul. You flicked on the bedroom tv, tossing the remote to her, telling her you’d be right back, grabbing a shirt before you padded through the apartment.

You returned with a bag of chips, a box of cookies and a pint of ice cream with two spoons sticking out of it, tossing the picnic down on the bed before crawling back into it. Emily had chosen one of your usual go to’s to marathon so you nestled in beside her as the two of you tore into the snacks. The hesitancy was nearly radiating off her, like she wanted to talk about the case they’d just wrapped, but you were never going to press her to talk about the crazy shit she saw at work. The chips and cookies had found their way to the bedside table, Emily hoarding the ice cream, your head resting on her shoulder as you watched the show in front of you. She suddenly paused, tossing the spoon into the container with a heavy sigh, dropping it onto the table.

“I think I want more…”

“It’s late but I’m sure I can find something to order.” You chuckled, reaching out for your phone, “why do you think I asked if you’d eaten?”

Her hand came up, gently pushing your phone and hand down to the bedspread, “no…” she glanced up at you, “I… I mean with us.”

“Oh?” You faltered, shifting slightly so you could properly face her. She took a heavy breath, ducking her gaze for a moment before her hand found yours, linking with your fingers.

“I know what we agreed to and if you want to keep it at that, that’s fine.” She paused, waiting for you to interject, to say something that opposed her words but you didn’t so she kept going. “There’s just…. There’s something that draws me to you every time the jet lands. Every time we finish a case it’s you that I want to see, it’s you that I want to come home to…. I know it sounds lame, but most days it feels like everyone else has somewhere to be, people to see… and I want you to be that for me… if… if you want that.”

“Em…” you whispered, your hand cupping at her cheek as you gazed across at her, “you know… when you want to be soft you’re really fucking soft.” You giggled, leaning in to kiss her gently, “are you asking me to be your girlfriend, or do you want to take it one step at a time? Maybe start with dinner this week?”

“I.. uh..” she laughed, ducking her gaze, ever the hesitant, “I know that I like you, I like spending time with you. I want to be able to talk to you about the kind of shit that goes on during cases, parts of my past…. And I know not everyone is okay with that. I mean, we can always put a pause button if things are getting too weird.”

“That sounds perfectly reasonable. If I get to complain about how stupid my coworkers are, you should get to vent about your job too, no matter how dark things are.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You pulled her hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it.

“Well..” she huffed out a small laugh, “then I guess I am asking you to be my girlfriend.”

“Well then I fully accept.” You couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your lips as you leant in to kiss her softly.

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princessconsuela120 · 10 months

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Chapter one: A Well Respected Man —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mature themes, cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy

Author’s Note: I’m so excited for this you guys, I can’t wait for it. Details will be up soon, explaining certain things like why Mr Garrison works at a convenience store and why they were on a science trip out of school! Keep an eye out!

—✧

“WELL, WELL, WELL, IF IT ISN’T LITTLE MISS MARSH. Back for another test?” The man at the cash register spoke, taunting me for the third time that day. Ironically enough, the face of my 4th grade teacher wasn’t the one I necessarily wanted to see at a time like this. Why I had to come to this store of all places was beside me, but hey, at least Garrison gives me half off prices. And considering this was the third test I was buying, I think I needed the boost.

He simply smirked, a smirk so evil I wanted to slap it off his face. He’d never understand, who could ever understand. He’d probably seen so many teen girls come here with the same tired eyed look on their faces, the same nervous attitude, and the same passive aggressive glare given every two seconds to remind him he was staring with too much curiosity once again. So instead of answering his question, I just shook my head, grabbing another box off the shelf and turning over to him.

“I think the first one was defective, the plus sign looked more like a division symbol. So I’m not convinced.” I said, deciding to be civil enough to speak, seeing as he was the only person who had spoken to me all day, and is probably the first person to find out that I was actually having the worst intervention of my life.

I reached onto the counter to grab the bathroom key, the one I had already used three times today, only for it to be pulled away from me. As I looked up, I met a tilted stare from Mr Garrison, who was holding the keys out of my grasp.

“That’s the third test today, mama bear. Your eggo is preggo, no doubt about it.” He taunted, spitting words at me as if they were nothing. I tried to pretend my heart wasn’t beating a mile a minute. It was probably beating even faster than that, I felt like I was about to throw it up with how high it was in my chest, but I didn’t dare admit that. See, if no one saw the fear, I didn’t have to acknowledge it either. Besides, Stan would be here to pick me up any minute, and I couldn’t risk that confrontation of how nervous I must’ve looked.

“It's really easy to tell.” A girl beside the counter said adding to the conversation, though it was the first time I had even noticed I wasn’t the only one in the store. “Is your nipples real brown?” She asked, earning a concerned look from both me and the cashier. I just rolled my eyes at the comment, holding my hand out as a silent signal I needed the key now.

“Yeah. Maybe your little boyfriend's got mutant sperms.” He teased, wiggling his eyes brows. “Knocked you up twice.”

I only scoffed, not wanting to even bring up the fact that the father wasn’t in fact my boyfriend, and the possibility of him having mutant sperm wasn’t expectantly low considering our colorful free time as children.

“Silencio, old man.” I rolled my eyes and shook my hand to remind him I was waiting for the key. “Look, I just drank my weight in Diet-Coke, and I gotta go pronto.”

He looked down at my hand, then over to the half-empty coke can in my hand, the 10th one today, I’m sure he knew that.

“Well, you know where the lavatory is.” He said, handing me the key as I rushed to the bathroom.

“Pay for that pee stick when you're done! Don't think it's yours because you marked it with your urine!” He shouted after me, but I was too focused to answer.

I still remember the day we did it, like it was yesterday. I remember all of it, every second. I remember how it made me feel, how he made me feel. I remember the euphoric feeling that came with it, the way he smelt, the way he looked. I remember the chair, it was leather.

I remember the things he’d say to me, the way he held me as if I was the most fragile thing to walk the earth. Like I was glass. Like I would break if he held me wrong.

I remember the music. Fleetwood Mac. Mostly. Dreams played almost on repeat for the majority of it. I had never even heard that song until that day, he had told me it was one of his favorites. It's one of my favorites now too.

I remember the bed. How it was just a mere few feet away from where we were, but he wanted the chair. I remember him saying, how it was closer with the chair. How I would be completely in twinged with him on the chair. Because he wanted me to be close, he craved the touch.

I remember the way he made me feel, and I hate that. Because I loved it. I loved it so much, I never wanted it to end.

And now here I was, sighing as I splashed some water in my face to dry and get rid of the dread that lingered on it. Hoping that maybe if I splashed enough water on my face, maybe the bags under my eyes would glow down the drain with all the water.

It didn’t.

I shook my face, letting off all the water that was in my hair, and grabbed both the now used test and the keys and headed back out to the register.

“What's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?” Garrison asked. I shook the test, letting out all the air that was building up in my chest and slamming the keys down onto the counter

“I don't know. It's not seasoned yet. I'll take some of these.”

I grabbed a licorice rope from beside the counter and set it out with the empty pregnancy test box to pay.

“No. There it is,” I sighed again, scrunching up my face in disgust while shaking my head. “That little pink plus sign is so unholy.” I grumbled, shaking the test. Getting more and more violent with the shaking, hoping that maybe if I whole hard enough, it would disappear.

“That ain't no Etch A Sketch. This is one doodle that can't be undid, home skillet.” Mr Garrison said, reading my mind, the bastard. I just rolled my eyes, quickly paying before tossing the test in the trash on my way out.

Three tests, three damned home pregnancy tests, and all had to be positive. As if my life as little miss princess of South Park wasn’t enough. I wasn’t even ‘princess’ I didn’t wanna be. I guess with my perfect track record, and my amazing ability to fish my brother and our friends out of trouble, that made me a princess. I sort of was in a way, to my dad at least. His little girl, his Junebug. I could only imagine what he’s do if he knew.

I think when it came down to it, telling my family had to be the worst part. Stan would probably kill Kyle, or at least try to before getting drunk and probably end up hurting himself. My dad would most likely do the same, which would also end in him being drunk. And my mom, I could only imagine the look of disappointment she’d give me, the kind of look that sears into your heart and stabs and stabs, until you're utterly numb from the pain. Or who knows, maybe I’d never tell them.

—✧

“I’m a suicide risk.” I sauntered, mumbling into my small phone, making sure no one was around to hear. Even if I was home alone, you could never be too cautious.

“Juno?” Kenny’s scratchy morning voice rang from the other side of the phone.

Kenny McCormick, I swear sometimes he was my saving vice. He’s been my best friend since kindergarten when we used to get slushies together at the 711, until our brains were frozen and we almost puked our brains out. I could talk to him for hours on end and never get tired of it. In our group dynamic, sure we all loved each other, but when it came down to it we all knew Kyle and Stan were best friends. It was always silently known that Kenny was my best friend, Cartman floating around somewhere between the cracks. It was as if all the words I said, Kenny already knew.

“No, it's Morgan Freeman. Do you have bones that need collecting?” I remarked, rolling my eyes at him as if he could see me through the phone. I heard his airy giggles through the phone.

“Only the one in my pants.” He joked, still laughing at his own joke. I could feel my heart almost drop as I went over the words in my head. Who knew saying two words would be so hard. And to Kenny. I just stood there, collecting myself, sitting in my agony for another 20 seconds before blurting it out.

“I'm pregnant.” It was almost a whisper. Like even if no one else was home, somehow, someone would hear me.

“What? Actually?” He asked, all of the sudden eager and attentive, probably sitting up and now engaged in my words. Of course he was, this was almost as exciting as having died every day for his entire middle school experience. For Kenny, this was probably even more exciting.

“Yeah. Yeah, it's Kyle’s.” He didn’t say anything, I could see his eyes raise in my head, the one he did when she was shocked. He was probably sitting on hid bed, mouth open slightly with his eyebrows raised.

“Kyle Broflovski?” He asked, not to anyone in particular, seeing as he already knew he was the only boy I had ever done anything with.

“It's probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?” He asked, making me roll my eyes.

“No, this is not a food baby, all right? I've taken like three pregnancy tests, and I am for shiz up the spout.” I rambled.

“How did you generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests?” He chuckled, I rolled my eyes. “That's amazing.”

“I don't know.” I grumbled, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “I drank like 10 tons of Diet-Coke. Anyway, dude, I...I'm telling you I'm pregnant, and you're acting shockingly cavalier.” It was quiet again, then he sighed.

“Is this actually for real? Like you aren’t just fucking with me? Cartman didn’t put you up to this did he? Or are you actually telling me the truth?” He asked, making me sigh even louder than before.

“Unfortunately, yes.” He paused again, then a nervous chuckle left his lips.

“Oh, my God.” I shook my head, slapping my hand on my side, rolling my eyes at how he was just now acknowledging it. “Oh, shit. Phuket, Thailand.”

“There we go. That was the emotion I was searching for on the first take.” I said, making Kenny scoff on the other line.

“Does Stan know? How are you not dead yet?” He asked, making me roll my eyes again.

“No, Stan doesn’t know. And I’m planning on ending this whole thing before he even finds out.” I shuddered, still afraid of what Stan’s reaction would be. Ken’s right, he would kill me. No, he’s my brother, he would never kill me. He would however, get as close as humanly possible to killing me, without actually laying a finger on me. And then he’d go and actually kill Kyle. Cause let’s face it, he’s a boy, he needs to take his anger out on someone and it sure as hell ain’t his baby sister.

“So, are you gonna go to Unplanned Parenthood or Women Now? Cause you know you need a note from your parents for Unplanned Parenthood.”

“Yeah, I know. No, I'm gonna go to Women Now

just because they help out women now.” I shook my head, still running my hands down my face. This wasn’t real. To me, this wasn’t real, this was shit. This was complete and utter bull shit that would wash away in the morning.

“Want me to call for you? I can say you’re my girlfriend, it always works?” He asked, as I shook my head.

“No, I can call, and I’m slightly concerned that you have enough experience to know it's worked before.” I glanced out my window at my truck, squinting my eyes to calculate whether or not it was the appropriate size or not. “But I do need your help with something. It's critically important.”

—✧

“You know, heavy lifting can really only help you at this point.” Kenny teased, making me roll my eyes. We were both currently trying to lift and shove the most magnificent discarded living room set I had ever seen, into the back of my truck. It was tough, and I was doing most of the work, but we were getting there. It started with the chair, just like most other things. The chair was first.

“Seriously.”

“You were bored? That's how this miracle came to be?” He asked, gesturing to my stomach that wasn’t yet pudgy. I shook my head. No I wasn’t bored, I wanted it. I wanted him, Kyle. It’s weird to say it, that that was what I actually wanted. At first I thought it was a rebellion thing but, I really liked him. I mean I really really liked him. And he was sweet. To me he was. The boy who held my hand the whole time, and made sure I was 100% okay for the whole of it. I didn’t go into it wanting to care about him, but I didn’t go into it bored either. But I came out with a baby, that was the problem.

“No. No, no. The act was premeditated.” I said, sighing with relief when we finally fit the chair in the car. “I mean the sex, not the whole, like, "let's get pregnant" thing.” Kenny nodded, having understood where I was going before we both slumped against my car, taking a break before we drove off.

“So when did you decide that you were gonna screw Kyle?” Kenny asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me teasingly. I smiled, remembering fondly when it happened.

“Well, like...A year ago, in Science class.”

I never paid attention, ever, he did though. See, even before the sex I had always been friends with Kyle, ever since we were little. Due to Stan being my brother, and Kyle being his best friend, I basically grew up with him. Class was never dull with him. He always tried to pay attention, I always tried to take that attention away. It always worked. It was the only class we didn’t have with the rest of our friends, and Kyle was unfortunate enough to sit next to me. Something was always being thrown at him, either my pen, my paper clip, I was almost always targeting him with paper planes. But it was different that day. It was the day before the sex, we had been sitting idly by in Science class when I got a note. It was odd, Kyle never was the note giver, but who was I to argue. It was a small notecard, where his notes should have been instead was a makeshift drawing of me, Kyle, and my brother. It was a remade picture of one from when we were little, me in the center with Kyle kissing my left cheek and Stan kissing my right. It was adorable, and when I looked over at Kyle to smile at it, it was almost as if he could read my mind. I think that’s when I knew, when he smiled at me.

“You love him.” Kenny said, raising his eyebrows at me. I scoffed, shaking in disagreement.

“It's... no, it's actually...it's really complicated, okay? And I don't feel like talking about it in my fragile state.” I said, pretending to be worn out and tired. Kenny and I both chuckled before he smirked again.

“So, what was it like humping Kyle’s scrawny bod?” He teased, but I didn’t roll my eyes this time. I just smiled, god the memory is still so vivid in my mind.

“Magnificent.”

—✧

One thing Kyle took way too seriously was the way he looked. His parents always coddled him with love, he could never tell the difference between seriousness and bias. So he took very very delicate pride in his appearance.

After Kenny and I had taken the living room set and successfully moved it out front of the Broflovski household, he took off while I sat outside, waiting for the Ginger’s ultimate appearance.

“Hi, how are you sweetheart.” Mrs Broflovski said, a sweet smile on her face as she excited the house, not saying a word about the full living room set on her lawn. She knew about the chaos that surrounded her sims friend.

“Mrs Broflovski, hi.”

“Oh darling you know to call me Sheila, please don’t be ridiculous.” She said cheerfully, slightly calming my nerves.

“Right, Sheila. Is Kyle home?” I asked, fiddling with my fingers, remembering why I’m here in the first place.

“He’s actually just upstairs getting ready for Basketball practice.”

“Oh okay.” She smiled again, sending my nerves.

“That’s a very pretty chair.” She said kindly, about to get in her car. I nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I thought so.”

“Well you have a good day sweetheart, don’t get into any trouble.” She said kindly, waving goodbye.

“Bye Mrs Bro-Sheila.” I said, which made her smile even more.

—✧

*cue A well respected man by the kinks.*

If there was one thing Kyle Broflovski was best at, it was his appearance, though he never would think it was. You’d think with the amount of time he took getting ready he had pampered himself to death, but he spent most of the time staring in the mirror, fixing his hair. He cared more about his appearance than most things. Due to the small mixup in 4th grade when he was deemed ugly by the female study body, he was always more conscious about himself. I felt bad honestly, I ranked him 1st on the list, but the girls didn’t listen to my bias based on my friends group. Now the poor boy spends all of his time carefully catering to each quality of himself that may be an imperfection. I don’t know why, I thought he was beautiful.

I still remember the day it happened, Kyle had me wear his t-shirt, because I had forgotten to bring pajamas with me and he didn’t want me to be uncomfortable. I think those were the sorts of things that made me like him so much, how he cared more about others than himself.

He wore almost the exact same outfit everyday, you’d think he had 6 identical orange jackets. He probably did, but that wasn’t the point. He wakes up in the morning, always showers before school. Whenever we’re at school I can always feel the dampness of his hair, which always smells like aloe Vera, in the best way possible. And I swear, he must wash that jacket everyday, it always smells like laundry detergent. He shakes his hair out, makes sure all his curls are in place, then pulls on the same outfit. His curls loosely hang out of his hat. The epitome of beautiful, who knew a boy could be so pretty.

“Hey, Ky.” I chirped, sitting in the chair that I stole.

“Hey Jo, cool tiger.” His eyes locked with mine and I couldn’t help but look down, chuckling nervously which he didn’t yet pick up on.

“I swiped it from Ms. Rancik's lawn.” I said proudly, making Kyle smile back at me. “My, your shorts are, like, especially green today.” I said, making Kyle chuckle as he looked down at his basketball shorts.

“My mom uses color-safe bleach.” He said awkwardly, making me nod.

“Go, Sheila.”

“I'll tell her.” He chuckled, smiling slightly as he looked at me.

“I got,” he gestured in front of him. “I’ve got basketball so…” I didn’t let him finish, figuring I’d rather rip off the bandaid quickly then drag this on any longer.

“So guess what…” I asked, making eye contact again. He raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously at my own nerves.

“What’s up Jo?”

There it was again, that same silence that came before I told Kenny. It was almost painful to tell him, I could feel his stare stabbing into my chest. So I took one last deep breath, then I ripped the bandaid.

“I'm pregnant.”

He did say anything for a bit, just stared at me blankly while I chewed on my lip. He pointed to himself, and I nodded, confirming it was his. I could feel the shock he was going through. I expected him to run. I’m not sure why but I did. He didn’t run, instead he raised his hands, only to slam them back at his sides. Then he ran his fingers through his hair, and began to stutter.

“W-What should we do about...?” He asked, stuttering. He was petrified, Kyle was rarely petrified. And he was stuttering, Kyle could always keep his composure, in fact he articulated his words so much you could almost always hear every single detail of a word he said.

“Well, you know, I was just…” I shook my head, shifting in the chair. “I was thinking I'd just nip it in the bud. You know, before it gets worse. Because they were talking about, in health class, how pregnancy...It can often lead to an infant.” I remarked, and Kyle nodded along, almost still too stunned to speak.

“Usually, yeah. Yeah. That's what happens when

our moms and teachers get pregnant.” He said, making me nod. Then the silence came back, awkward silence. I hated it, that never happened between Kyle and I, but then again neither did this. He seemed too stunned to speak, to look at me even.

“So you're cool with that, then?” I asked, making him quickly jolt to look up at me.

“Yeah, yeah. Jo, I mean, you know, just, I guess…Do whatever you think you should do, you know?” He said carefully, and I could practically see the sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked at me, I looked away.

I know it shouldn’t have, but his okay mess with the fact I was getting rid of it make me sort of disappointed. We were to young yes, but I guess I kinda wanted him to fight me on that. You know, that maybe he’d want to keep it, just because it was something that would bond us for life. I know that sounds stupid in retrospect, we were 17, 18, we weren’t ready to be parents. I knew he was right.

“Well,” I said, getting up from my chair. “I'm sorry I had sex with you. I know it wasn't, like, your idea.” I started collecting my things, Kyle still staring at me in shock.

“What? Whose idea was it?” He asked, but I ignored him. Honestly I wanted to be anywhere but here right now.

“I'll see you at school, all right?” I gave him a pat on the back and began walking back to my truck. A pat on the back, I gave him a pat on the back as if I wasn’t pregnant with his child.

“Whose idea was it?” He mumbled quietly, before I got in my car, and drove off. The shame was on me if I thought that that was the hard part.

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