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maijobi · 3 years

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“see you”

okkotsu yuuta x reader

summary: when yuuta’s disappearance has much more of an effect on you than you every thought…

a/n: I had a totally different idea for this,, but it didn’t work out so I came with this. not proofread and I’ll probably change certain things when im not high on sleep deprivation.

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everyday was a joyful day. well at least, you tried to make it joyful. you didn’t see the purpose in wanting to make your day worse by thinking too much so everything was always so sudden, energetic and for some people maybe a little annoying. but those were things you never cared about. people’s opinion didn’t matter to you. you lived your life for yourself and not for anyone else, so why not try to make the best out of it?

you weren’t easily budged so having missed the bus and running to school in the rain instead didn’t even concern you in the slightest. you had a toast in your mouth and took whatever drink you had in the fridge and ran out the door with your umbrella in one hand and your drink in the other. you were basically jumping in every puddle you saw, not caring if your socks got wet. a big smile was on your face because who didn’t enjoy jumping in puddles with bread in your mouth. you looked at the drink you had taken out of the fridge and got happy that it was strawberry milk, your favourite.

with the speed you were running you knew you’d make it just in time for classes, but before you could reach the school building you saw a young man sitting on a bench. head down, hands intertwined and looking miserable.

well grumpiness in the morning wasn’t for you, so even if you could put a small smile on his face you’d be more than happy. so before you knew it you were standing in front of the guy, holding the umbrella above the two of you. his gaze slowly turned in your direction, his eyes were red and swollen so that indicated that he was probably crying. you gave him a big smile, showing a full set of teeth. you weren’t ashamed the slightest. you handed him the umbrella and placed the strawberry milk on his lap.

before he could say anything you took your bag and placed it over your head and started running In the direction of school. you heard him calling after you and when you turned around you could swear you could see a faint smile on his face. so in return you waved at him. “see you”, you found yourself saying while running through the school grounds.

the day after you saw him sitting there again after having missed your bus again, he handed your umbrella and mumbled a thank you and you’d only smile at him and leave with a sprint because you’d miss school otherwise.

the day after that you saw him again, sitting yet again in the rain with a miserable look. so you gave him your umbrella and, for this time, banana milk and started running with your bag over your head to school. he’d try to call for you again and you’d only turn your head while running and would scream “see you” again.

and before you knew it you’d purposely miss every bus and run to school, just so you could see him on that bench every morning. so you could give him your umbrella in the rain and he’d give it back on sunny days and would mutter a shy “thank you” while you’d scream “see you” after every meeting.

you started to leave the house earlier so you could see him and maybe even talk with him and when you’d see him sitting on that bench you made your way to sit next to him. he didn’t notice it was you yet so you spoke up. “huh, that much for giving you my umbrella every two days”, you said with a pout.

his face shot in your direction and you could see the flush red ears and slightly tinted cheeks as he looked at you.

“you know, buying you an umbrella would solve many of your problems, but I seem to find it more fun to give you mine and get it back afterwards while you thank me”, you said. “I don’t think i’ve properly introduced myself.” you rose from your seat and stood in front of him while stretching out your arm. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

he smiled at you and shook your hand. “okkotsu, okkotsu yuuta.”

“did you know you have very beautiful eyes yuuta”, you said as you pulled him closer.

he’d blush again and you’d laugh. “i’m looking forward to meet up with you more often.”

and you’d see him every day. every morning ten minutes before classes would start, because even If it were only ten minutes with him they made you feel the happiest. not even jumping in a puddle could relate to the feeling you had when you were with him.

you would wake up in the morning trying to look better for him. wear your pretty socks or try to make your hair look slightly better than usual and every so often you’d wear a mask to let your skin glow. you found yourself doing things you’d never thought you’d do for someone. suddenly you cared a lot.

you’d figure out all kinds of things about him. his family, his past, his friends (which he didn’t have much). you learned his reason behind his gloomy days and you figured out the reason why he never went to school. “heeh, you pervert. bet you’re just looking at all the passing high school girls.”

he’d worriedly and anxiously try to tell you that was not the case because he was also a high school student, even though you were well aware he’d never actually look at every girl going to school. his reasoning was that he had special tutoring, something you’d never heard before. probably some extra math classes or something. well it wasn’t as if it would have much effect on you.

it was raining again and you were ready to see yuuta again, but when you were running happily to the bench and sprung in every puddle in the meanwhile you saw he wasn’t there. and he wasn’t there again for several weeks that turned into months.

mornings weren’t special anymore and as much as you hated that this had an effect on you you couldn’t help the growing ache in your chest. you’d jump in puddles on rainy days, but they didn’t give you as much joy as they used to. you tried to run with your bag on your head to work up some adrenaline, but nothing really worked. nothing gave you the joy you wanted.

many months passed and you found yourself being the person you hated. being the person you did not want to become. being the person that thought too much and let negative thoughts overpower your brain.

it was raining again and you found yourself missing the bus on accident this time. so you walked, not ran, but walked to school that day with no umbrella, no flavoured milk and no bag over your head to protect you from the rain. just you walking in the rain getting completely drench. you saw the bench and made your way to it. you thought of yuuta and sat down at the exact spot he’d sit down.

you hated every moment. you didn’t wanna sit there and remember. you wanted to move on and be happy. who was yuuta anyways? some dude that forgot his umbrella every day? and yet you couldn’t move an inch. the rain had stoped, but the sounds were still there and suddenly a small bottle of strawberry milk was placed on my lap. you shot your head up and your eyes widened. and umbrella over your head.

“it’s unlike you to see you so gloomy in the morning”, he’d say with his oh so familiar smile. he changed. his hair changed and he grew taller. his face matured and he look a lot more calm rather than anxious like he used to be.

you didn’t realize it until he brushed his hand under your eyes that you were crying. “why did you leave so suddenly?”, you asked.

“I can’t tell you the whole story yet, but I promise you that I will one day”, he said as he placed a hand on your cheek. “i’m sorry for leaving you so suddenly.”

you took his hand and lowered it from your face. “you can’t just disappear for months and come back only with a sorry expecting me to forgive you. i’ve been through hell. don’t ask me why you leaving had such an effect on me, but it did. I found myself worrying about what you’d think of me, even though something like that never happened to me before. I was happy to see you every morning and I hate how much of a bitter aftertaste you left behind when you didn’t show up for the past months. I hated you. I hated you so much, that I couldn’t even stop thinking about you. and I couldn’t stop myself from caring about you”, you said through tears.

“then let me make it up to you”, he whispered.

you knew what was coming and you let it happen. because you craved his touch and you craved to feel his lips on yours. so when they touched it felt ever so lightly that you found yourself intoxicated by it. you wanted more and pulled him closer as if he’d leave again. you didn’t give him a second to break it while letting your lips dance together. your heart was hammering in your chest and your brain was a mess.

you weren’t going to let him off the hook so easily. a kiss couldn’t stop you from being angry. but the kiss told you that he was ready to stay and was a form of saying that he wasn’t going anywhere. so your repeated see you’s were not a waste of hope.

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mochegato · 4 years

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Will you Fake Date Me?

A bit of fun for the Jasonette July Fake Dating prompt. I think this was the first fic I actually completed.

“Explain this to me again,” Marinette said with slight exasperation as she stirred her coffee. She watched her friend, one of her best friends, run a hand through his hair looking slightly desperate and anxious. The fact that messing up his hair like that just made him even more attractive was utterly not fair. Wait, she was supposed to be annoyed not turned on. Stop Marinette, focus!

Jason sighed staring down at the coffee in front of him, “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the upcoming Wayne gala. Bruce is forcing me go and I need some protection.”

“You need my protection?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded, still looking intently at his coffee. “From?”

“Bruce, Alfred, attention seeking harpies looking for a meal ticket,” he listed off gruffly, “Dick.”

“Dick?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Dick,” he nodded. “He is positive I need to find a significant other. But, see, here’s the genius of the plan, if I have one already, he’ll stop trying to set me up with every single, roughly our age, mildly-attractive-in-Dick’s-eyes person he sees.”

“Just to be clear, you think pretending you have a girlfriend that Dick didn’t know about will get Dick to pester you less,” she deadpanned. “I’m still looking for the genius part of this plan.”

Jason opened his mouth then closed it quickly. She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point. Stupid logic. “Come on, don’t make me go to this thing alone. It’s going to be miserable and boring and annoying and it would be at least tolerable if you were there with me.”

“Wow you are selling it so well. When you put it that way, how could I resist such an amazing offer?” she scoffed and rolled her eyes taking a sip of her coffee. “Also, ‘tolerable’? When did you turn into Damian?”

This wasn’t working. He needed a different tactic, one he knew worked on her every time, “Please?” he begged asked in a very manly way, giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage.

Marinette looked at the puppy dog eyes warily. She could already feel herself giving in. Damn beautiful, gorgeous, big blue eyes she could get lost in. He knew she couldn’t resist his eyes. She needed to think of something quick or she was going to lose her dignity and pretend to date someone she really did want to date and she was not some fucking fanfic trope, even if it was one of her favorites. One of Jason’s favorites, too, if she remembered correctly. Even if it would be fun to “have to” spend even more time together, close together, touching and making out endlessly in order to sell the story.

Wait, she had a point… Right! She was not going to let her real life succumb to her and Jason’s favorite trope…

Jason’s favorite... trope

What. The. Fuck. That scruffy-looking, fic-loving, nerd-rat! He was playing her… but only if he liked her. So… he liked her? What!? When did that start!? Why weren’t they already dating!? He was sitting there playing games instead of kissing her! Bastard. He needed to stop playing games and act. They could be kissing right now!!

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t asked directly because he was afraid of how she would react. He wanted to keep their friendship and his dignity intact no matter what. Aww, that was so adorable. Still a nerd-rat, but an adorable one. It was going to take tact and finesse to help keep the fine balance Jason was walking.

“Jason, if you want to ask me out, ask me, you coward.” Finesse. To be fair to her efforts... screw the balance.

Jason stared at her mouth agape. Shit. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go. She was supposed to agree to go with him to the gala. He was supposed to show up wearing a dashing tux that would make her blush deep red and render her speechless. She was supposed to wear a beautiful dress that took his breath away and made his jaw drop, so any dress really, or anything… or nothing. No wait. That wasn’t a fantasy he had time to indulge in right now. If he started down that road…. What was he thinking about before? Oh right. “What?” He gurgled out. Eloquent. He knew words.

“We’ve both read enough fake dating fics to know how you think this ends.” She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Jason considered his options for response and still keep his self-respect. He was Red Hood. He took down mob bosses, hell he was one for a long time. He could handle this little soft-hearted pixie. Surely.

His knee-jerk response to any situation was his patented emotional detachment. He didn’t care, not about this not about her. But that wouldn’t work with Marinette, especially if he wanted to get a date out of this. She knew he cared. Maybe she didn’t know how much he loved CARED! cared about her, but she knew the detachment was a mask. She’d certainly called him out on it enough.

He could play dumb. He was good at that. Damian always leapt at the chance to believe he was an idiot. Mari knew him better though and always trusted his insights into any situation because she trusted that he knew what he was talking about. She knew he was smarter than he liked people to think. She treated him like he was brilliant. Even if it wasn’t the same way Tim or Barbara were, he still had as much to contribute, as much value. She completely trusted him, even when she shouldn’t, giving him those eyes that melted him into a puddle. So that was out.

He could try to play her, a corollary of the Play Dumb approach, playing off of her weaknesses; her refusal to back down from a challenge, her anxiety, her willingness to believe the best in everyone, her need to help everyone around her, her soft heart, her creativity, her kindness, her intelligence, her wit, her bravery, her beauty, her… wait… what was… WEAKNESSES! Right. He’d already used his puppy dog eyes though. He could pull them out again and it might work, but... Fuck it. The direct approach then. Just be straight forward with her, sincere.

“What are you talking about?” Sincerity is vastly overrated.

She stared at him, mouth set in a thin line. He was still playing games. Fine. He wanted to play games? She could play, too. And just like every game she played with him, she would destroy him.

“I don't know... I’m thinking about becoming a roommate with Roy and…” she gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. “…there might only be one bed,”

“The fuck you are,” Jason growled out under his breath before he could stop himself. He noticed the victorious grin and light blush that appeared on Marinette’s face at his outburst before she schooled her face again. He narrowed her eyes back at her. She was playing with him. She wasn’t walking away and she wasn’t saying ‘no’. That meant… she was interested too, right? She was interested and flirting with him. A small smirk spread across his face before he schooled his expression as well. Flirting he could do. “You better be careful or you might make me into an enemy, then when I get hurt I’ll have to come to you for comfort.”

Marinette drew in a breath “enemies to lovers, 10,000 word slow burn” she whispered in mock scandal nodding her head.

He chuckled at her and looked back into her eyes, “you didn’t say no, you know”.

“No” she said leaning back.

He stared at her for a second, his heart stumbling. Had he read this wrong?

“I will not fake date you. If you want a date, you can ask for one.”

She started to get up but Jason grabbed her hand gently “Will you go on a date with me, secret princess Marinette?” He said looking at her with soft eyes, smiling at her as a shy smile spread across her face.

“Yes, of course I will. I could never deny my soulmate.” She smiled wider. “But…” She paused hesitantly.

“But?” He asked nerves suddenly surfacing.

“But, where will we go? We’re already in a coffee shop…” she threw him a devastatingly wicked smile.

He groaned. This was his life now. He was never going to live this down.

Bonus:

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He held her hand as they walked out of the coffee shop, reveling in finally being able to touch her for more than a few seconds at a time. He could feel her warm skin whenever he wanted.

“One thing though,” she started as they left the coffee shop.

He groaned again and threw his head back in mock exasperation, “Oh God, what? You worried about your found family?”

“Oooo, that’s a good one, but no. I was thinking,” she said suddenly a bit bashful, “that we don’t want anyone to suspect that we are just pretending to be dating, right?”

He eyed her suspiciously, “Right… because we’re not.”

“Right, but we don’t want Dick to keep pushing, so we want to make sure we look completely comfortable with each other, right?”

A happy grin spread across his face as he caught onto where she was going with this, “right, so we should maybe practice. Things like being close to each other, holding hands, hugging, touching, kissing…”

“Exactly,” she nodded, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Just to make sure we completely convince Dick we are completely in love… so there’s no question.”

His hands cupped her cheeks as he stared into her eyes, “and I am” he whispered, lowering his head down to gently touch his lips to hers.

Slightly dirtier bonus:

“Oh God,” he said with sudden realization breaking the kiss.

“What?” Marinette asked concern edging into her expression.

“Am I the Alpha or the Omega in this relationship?”

She let out a loud laugh, wound her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for another more searing kiss. “Who said you had to choose? We can always switch.”

Thanks to @gajer-1226 for helping me figure out who share the one bed with.

And thanks to siderealSandman for teaching me what “switch” means.

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@fsketchart @jasonette-july-2k20

#maribat #jasonette #jasonette july 2k20

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katsukis-sad-angel · 3 years

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A/N: love, i didn't even HAVE a rules post when i got this ask. i found this little story buried in the little nooks and crannies in my very disorganized fanfiction google docs ahaha. this is going to be a series okay? i can't fit everything in one fic but i LOVE you're prompt :)

Since the moment he’d entered the apartment, you were interested.

Well... interested was an understatement.

A big one.

You had rushed to the door like you always did when your dad finally got home, ready to give the dark-haired teacher a huge hug, a kiss on his scruffy cheek, and a ‘Welcome back pops!’ but instead, you’d stopped in your tracks, greeting dying on your lips as the hottest boy you’d ever laid eyes on came through the door instead.

His lilac-tinted eyes locked onto yours before he had crossed the threshold and their hypnotic shade had you rooted to the spot until Aizawa gave you a scratchy kiss on the forehead and a light squeeze before introducing you to his quote on quote “... quote on quote apprentice, Hitoshi Shinso. I brought him so we could practice his aerial building travel.”

You nodded, suddenly shy. “U-Uh um c-cool.”

You smile slightly, giving him a thumbs-up, “I-I’ll start dinner. Anything you want?”

“Forget that,” Aizawa groaned, stretching his calf on the window sill, “Order a pizza. Shinso is staying.”

With that, he climbed out the window and up the fire escape to the roof.

Now you were alone with the indigo-haired, indigo-eyed boy. As you turned to grab your phone, you notice he had arms like that of a statue; bulky, yet toned biceps lead up to thick, broad shoulders that made you blush as you searched for a suitable pizza company to order from. He looked extremely tired; dark circles that could rival your father’s had carved themselves a home above his cheekbones.

You could see the defined chest and abdomen through his black tank top as he searched through his duffle bag for his gloves and capture weapon, not totally oblivious to the fact that you were completely zoned out and greedily drinking in his immense masculine beauty.

“Kiyoko’s.” He said, tugging a glove on.

“Wh-What?” You squeak, starting from your trance.

“Kiyoko’s pizza. It’s close by and they have a really good stuffed crust.” He murmured, tightening the straps on his boots.

“Oh.” You respond, tapping on the link and looking at their page, “I wouldn’t know. Pops never lets me order fast food. You want anything specific?”

“I’ll eat whatever, just no mushrooms. Those are literally the bane of my existence.” He responds flatly, rolling his neck and turning his head to the open window to hide his own rosy blush.

You were so fucking cute… how was someone so breathtaking related to Shota Aizawa of all people?

As soon as he hopped out onto the rusty fire escape, you followed and stuck your head out the window before they completely disappeared into the night, “Don’t fall.” You call up to them.

Aizawa peeks over the edge and Shinsou looks down at you.

“I won’t let him.” Your father chuckles, “We’ll be back in a few hours.”

You nod and smile, retreating back into the house and shutting the window. Then you grab your phone and disappear into your room to finish your homework.

Not twenty minutes later, you heard a thump and a frantic knocking on the window. Sensing the urgency, you shot up from your seat on the couch and rushed to open the window.

Aizawa squeezed into the room, Shinso’s limp body in his arms.

“Pops-?” “Quirk. Now.” He rasped, laying his student on the floor and tearing away the remainder of his blood-soaked shirt, revealing a deep cut extending from the curve of his right collarbone to the base of his sternum.

Blood poured from the wound and began to puddle on the floor under him.

You were frozen in place as your stomach twisted at the sight of it all.

“Y/N!”

“S-Sorry!” You whimper and quickly kneel down and place your hands a few inches over the wound and activate your quirk. You and your father watched as the wound sucked blood back into itself and the muscle and tissue fibers re-wove themselves together until all that remained was an almost invisible scar in its place.

All of that studying with Recovery Girl had definitely paid off.

You sat back on your heels, sighing with relief.

Aizawa lifted Shinsou out of his mess of blood on the floor and onto the couch. You watched as he checked the boy’s pulse, then also breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at your trembling form and held his arms out and you let out a choked cry and fell into your father’s embrace.

“I’m proud of you.” He stated, stroking your head, “You did well under pressure and saved his life.”

He squeezed your hands.

“But how?” You whimpered, “That was really serious, what were you guys doing?”

“We were only a few buildings away. Shinso didn’t wrap his capture weapon well enough and it came loose. Something on the side of the building cut him open before I could get him.”

You sighed and looked at the boy’s face which had become even paler than before he lost blood.

“He needs to be warm.” You huff, standing up and retrieving a thick blanket from the closet and spreading it out over his shirtless body before sitting back down with your father.

“Did you order the pizza?” He asked softly, rubbing your back gently.

You were still trembling. It was hardly noticeable but he noted every little fidget you made with your hands and the hem of your big sweatshirt.

“Yeah I did. He told me to order from this place called ‘Kiyoko’s’. I didn’t think you’d mind something new.” You whispered, pushing some stray hair out of your face, orbs still trained on the motionless body before you.

“That’s good.” Aizawa agreed, “He’ll have something familiar to wake up to.”

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bangtanstorytimetheater · 3 years

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Virtuoso - A MYG Story

FOUR

We both jumped when we heard the door click open behind us, and an elegant, angular-jawed man with gorgeous, perfectly coiffed silver hair, leaned in through the door frame. His pillowy lips formed a wide smile and his eyes disappeared as he took in the sight of us sitting so close together.

Yoongi scooted himself over on the bench, creating some space between us and cleared his throat.

"Hey Jimin," he looked up, "...'bout time you showed up."

"I got stuck in traffic.."

"Jimin, I live in the middle of the countryside. There is no traffic."

Jimin stepped forward into the sunroom laughing, pushing back his open camel pea coat to slide his hands into the pockets of his black pants. He was dressed more formally, more like how I'd dressed, which was a huge relief.

"Don't we have a rehearsal to attend?" I stood up and walked over to extend my arm to Jimin, "I'm Faye. Nice to meet you, Jimin."

As the first run-through of rehearsal began, the familiar intro chords of At Last began to fill the room, the wooden floors beneath my feet vibrating with the sudden rush of sound. I was so distracted by the lush instrumentals that I almost missed my cue...

"At last..."

I sang, trying to give the best performance I could. I wanted to impress these guys and hopefully be invited back, so I paid close attention to my pitch and accuracy. After a rotation of instrumental solos, the music tapered off to an unexpected stop. I searched the sheet music, knowing the song usually didn't stop at that point, but then I heard Yoongi's fingers start to move.

He began to play the most beautiful, lush, intricate piano cadenza. His head bowed down and swayed, following his fingers as they danced across the keys. It really was breathtaking to see.

He looked so effortless, so at peace with his instrument. His technique was flawless. As the last note of his solo rang out, Yoongi looked up and nodded, cueing everyone to join back in for the final section.

I felt a rush of emotions wash over me. I had never heard such a beautiful version of this song before. The arrangement was unlike anything I'd ever heard. It's incredibly difficult to make changes to a classic, but whoever wrote this arrangement was a genius.

I felt so moved by the music that I forgot all about how nervous I had been earlier. My voice loosened up and I finished the performance out really strong. When the song ended, I quickly flipped to the front page of the music to see who wrote the arrangement. I was dying to see who was responsible for this masterpiece.

I looked over at Yoongi, who was already looking at me. Everyone was.

"This is your arrangement?" I asked him.

"It is..." he replied, seeming unsure of what I was going to say next. He looked down at his fingers on the keys.

"Yoongi, it's incredible..." I started.

"Don't feed his ego!" Hobi let out a hearty laugh as he threw his guitar pick playfully over at Yoongi, then looked back to me, "I'm joking. I mean, he is a musical prodigy. But in all seriousness, he's the last one to admit it. He thinks none of it is a big deal. Meanwhile the rest of us struggle to keep up. And we're professionals!" he laughed.

Hobi seemed like such a nice person. He certainly had a way of lightening the mood in moments of awkwardness.

"Forget him...." Taehyung said, adjusting the neck of his sax and motioning over towards me with his head, "She's incredible. Where the hell have you been?"

"And you've never sung jazz before?" Kookie chimed in from behind the drumset.

"I told you, guys. She's the perfect fit," Jin said, grinning ear to ear with an accompanying "I told ya so" gleam in his eye.

I looked at Kookie, "No, this is my first time. I mean, I have musical theater experience, some of it with jazz in the score, but that's not quite the same. I really enjoyed this though. I hope I can join you all again."

"Oh, please do," Namjoon said with a slight pleading in his voice.

"Well... alright," I said, playfully feigning hesitation.

We all shared a laugh and continued on with our rehearsal. When it ended and everyone was putting away their equipment, I walked into the kitchen to refill my water bottle. The singing was a lot of fun, but I felt a bit dehydrated and fatigued.

I turned off the faucet and turned around, startled to see Yoongi standing with his back against the adjacent counter. His arms were folded across his chest, his right leg casually crossed over his left as he smirked at me.

"Ooh!" I blurted out in surprise, "You scared me!" His eyes crinkled shut and he burst into an adorable, almost inaudible laugh that was breathy and hardly a laugh at all.

"It's not funny..." I smiled, looking down. I could feel my cheeks turning red.

Stop that. If you think about your blushing, you're only going to blush more.

"It's a little funny. Why are you blushing?" he asked, still grinning, amused at how I was slowly melting into a puddle right here in front of him. He shifted his weight and cocked his head to the side inquisitively.

"You make me so nervous..." I said, suddenly feeling a rush of butterflies in my core, "I'm not afraid, but I feel like something is happening between us..."

He suddenly stepped forward, dropping his arms. As he crossed the short space separating us, I turned and instinctively backed up against the cabinets behind me, resting my elbows on the countertop.

Yoongi slowed his steps as his chest moved closer to mine, but he kept an inch or two of space in between us. I held my breath as his hands raised from his sides, moving towards my hips. I watched his fingers ever-so-slightly touch the fabric of my shirt, right around my hip bones, and I anticipated him touching me, hugging me... something.

Instead, he took a step backwards, away from me. His eyes were heavy with lust. The tension between us was undoubtedly building.

What the hell is this feeling? I just met this guy...

"Can you stay for awhile?" he asked suddenly. He paused at the doorway, seeming hopeful, but I could tell that he wasn't sure how I'd answer.

I gave him a shy grin and nodded before we both headed out to say goodbye to everyone for the night.

After everyone was gone and Yoongi was in the kitchen making us some tea, I walked around the practice space, looking at the equipment, noticing all of the scattered sheet music in stacks around the room. Next to the piano, on a little marble-top end table was a piece of music that had so many revisions scratched across it, it looked like the tooth of the paper might not be able to withstand anymore.

I sat down at the piano and started sight-reading the music. The chords were written in unusual inversions, in a progression I hadn't heard before. I could feel such sadness in the descending bass line, and as my fingers carefully navigated through the measures, I felt deep empathy welling up inside me. The final chord rang out, and I was surprised to feel the start of tears in my eyes.

"Wow," I whispered to myself.

"It's unfinished," Yoongi startled me... again.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, turning on the piano bench to face him. He was standing in the doorway with a tray of tea and mugs.

"For nearly the whole song," he answered, turning to slide the tray onto a credenza by the door.

"Does it have a name?" I asked, standing up to walk over to him.

He handed me a mug of tea, "Not yet, but I'm probably going to scrap it anyway."

"What? Why would you do that? It's brilliant."

"I wouldn't say that... It's a mess... as is its source of inspiration, but that's a story for another day," he said, avoiding talking about it any further. It was clear that this was a sensitive subject, so I let it go.

"Thanks for the tea. And for asking me to stay. I'll admit, I've had a lot of fun with you today." I said, hoping to change the subject.

I could see the relief wash over Yoongi's face as he sighed and flashed me his adorable gummy smile. He carried his mug and took a seat on the leather couch, slouching back and resting his head. He let out a long breath, patting the cushion next to him and smiling up at me. My thoughts were racing, but I moved towards him anyway.

What is he thinking about right now?

I kicked off my heels and slid my legs up onto the couch, getting comfortable beside him. I was starting to feel butterflies creeping up on me again, feeling his eyes on me as I looked down at the mug of tea clutched in my hands.

"I had a great time today, too. I didn't want the day to end, if I'm being honest," he said, laughing a little at the absurdity of all of this. We hardly knew each other and yet there we were, feeling... things.

"It doesn't have to..." I said, suddenly feeling a bit bold. I don't know what it was about him, but I felt like I knew him already.

He shifted his weight on the couch, turning to face me, and reached over to gently trace his finger down my cheek.

"It is getting increasingly difficult to stop myself from touching you..." he said, as his finger moved from my cheek to my jawline. He turned his palm over and ran his open hand up under my hair and to the nape of my neck, leaning in closer to my face.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, anticipation bubbling up inside me.

"Why are you stopping yourself?" I whispered, gently tickling his lower lip with mine, making him let out a tiny sip of air.

And that was all it took before he pressed his lips into mine, snaking his fingers into my hair and pulling me over to straddle his lap with his other arm.

"Well, hello..." I giggled, pulling away for a breath, but before I could make another move, he had me laying on my back and he was on top of me, trailing kisses down my jawline and neck.

"We're... moving... so fast..." I said breathlessly, in between kisses.

He stopped kissing me to look down into my eyes, combing back the hair around my forehead with his fingers.

"I can stop..." he started to say, but I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him into my lips again, our kisses becoming feverish and needy.

I was completely lost in him. I felt his fingers slide around my hips and behind my back, pulling my pelvis into his. My legs opened around him and I felt his kisses turn to little nips of his teeth down my neck. His fingers slipped up under the hem of my shirt and I felt his fingers gently sliding up my stomach and to the sides of my ribcage, just below my bra.

I slid my hands away from his shoulders and looked up at him as I started slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

He looked down at me with heavy eyes, biting his lower lip and watching my fingers release the final buttons of my shirt. The black silk slid down my ribs and pooled at my sides, leaving my black lace bra exposed.

"Mm-mm-mmm," he grumbled as he buried his face in my neck and started kissing down my chest. I arched my back and his fingers firmly gripped my hips. I could feel him getting aroused and used my legs to pull him down against me, making him let out a deep sigh of primal desire.

"You're something else..." he said, almost warning me.

His lips trailed down my stomach, nibbling on my skin as he reached the waist of my pants. He looked up at me with his hands on the button of my pants, pausing.

I nodded down at him, and with that, his fingers flicked open the button to my pants and he was sliding them off my legs. His palms slid back up the length of my legs and he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties before deeply kissing me again.

"Can I taste you?" he asked.

"Please do..." I whispered, smirking. And I felt him slink down in between my legs, his hot breath against the outside of my black lace panties. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused.

His hand slid down over the outside of my panties, tickling my clit and gently tracing the outside of my pussy. He hooked his finger into my panties, pulling them to the side. He slid his finger up and down my soft folds, and I felt myself opening around his fingers before he slid two of them into me. I felt him expertly curl his fingers inside me as he wrapped his lips around my clit. The way he swirled his tongue and suckled on me was already amazing, but his fingers inside me intensified my pleasure to the point where I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Responding to my accelerating breathing, he increased the speed and intensity of his tongue. He started thrusting his fingers into me rapidly, and I arched myself off the couch, losing myself in my nearing orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, he slid a third finger inside me. I let out a whiny moan, my orgasm crashing around his fingers still inside me.

And just like that, he was back on top of me, kissing me deeply. He let my panties slide back over to their proper place and then sat up next to me.

"It's getting late. I'll give you a ride home," he said, catching his breath and wiping his lips with his fingers as I buttoned up my shirt.

"This was nice..." I said as he threw me a playful grin in response, "Let's do it again sometime."

And we did the next night. And the next.

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NOTES:

Thank you for joining me for the newest chapter. I hope you're enjoying the journey so far.

That was my first ever smut writing, so I'm curious to hear your thoughts. I'm going to up the intensity soon, so please stay tuned!

This chapter is dedicated to Bee Finch, who has been a huge inspiration for me. Her smut is... *chef's kiss* and I can only hope to deliver something even half as enticing as what she writes.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi smut #jhope smut #bangtan

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pinkanonwrites · 4 years

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Karasuno VS. Animal Crossing Villagers

Not an ask, but my own idea! Like most people I’ve been neck-deep in animal crossing during these trying times. I wanted to write how haikyuu characters would react to hearing you gushing about someone, only to find out it’s just your favorite villager!

Sawamura Daichi

Usually Daichi is a very reasonable man.

Somehow that all goes careening out a nearby window when he overhears you on the phone with one of your friends.

“Marshal is perfect and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind. Love of my life. Ideal man.”

He’s so caught off guard that he doesn’t even register the volleyball hitting him in the back of the head. The love of your life? Oh nononononono. No one else was gonna be stealing away your attention.

He pushed the roaring beast of jealousy back down in his stomach and smiled as you waved him over.

“Daichi loooook! He’s so grumpy!” You turned your phone around to show him a picture of an adorable little white squirrel. “I love Marshal!”

Ah.

“Well, he is pretty cute.” Is all he can muster as a reply, feeling rather silly.

Sugawara Koushi

Suga would see you smiling at your phone like an idiot and scootch over to tease you about your silly expression.

His own smile would suddenly fall when you told him just what you were mooning over.

“I made Avery into my new lock screen background! He’s just the cutest!”

Luckily Sugawara is a smart man, and would ask to see your background before drawing any conclusions. He’d breathe a silent sigh of relief upon seeing that your lock screen picture was of a goofy looking cartoon eagle.

“Whaaaaaaaat? You think he’s even cuter than me?” He’d tease, squishing your cheeks with both hands until you broke into giggles. Good. Crisis averted. For now.

Azumane Asahi

Poor baby gets so nervous when he hears you gushing over your villager.

“Kyle is so cool! I’m never ever gonna let him leave I’ve never been this happy in my life!!!”

Daichi and Suga get to watch him melt into a puddle of misery on the floor.

“Kyle?” He whines, scandalized. “Cool?” Of course you liked cool guys. Guys who were tough and aloof and didn’t let anything bother them. He was none of that.

“Asahi! Asahi! Look at my new villager! Isn’t he cute?”

Then you bounded over and showed him the Kyle in question, a hyena in a leather vest. He whined out your name, blubbering as he hid his face in the top of your head. He’s just a big, silly fool.

Nishinoya Yuu

“Okay but Genji is actually perfect though? I’ve never loved anything so much in my life.”

Nishinoya’s head snaps in the direction of your voice so fast his bones cracked. Genji? Who is Genji? He doesn’t glean any information from staring at you, but his teammates can already see the storm clouds brewing above his head.

Who did this Genji guy think he was, stealing away your attention? Hogging your attention was his job.

After landing a particularly impressive receive, he’d look over to you and holler, “Can Genji do that?”

“Well he’s a rabbit and also in a video game, so I’m gonna say no!”

Ohhhhhh, the shame he feels. He must turn red up to the tips of his ears.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

“Papi was singing yesterday! He’s just adorable, I can hardly stand it!”

Tanaka is already growling like a feral dog. He heard ‘He’s just adorable...’ come out of your mouth and it wasn’t directed at him. Your boyfriend.

Clearly he’s gotta challenge this guy for your honor, or beat him up, or, or-!”

Or almost turn into a blubbering mess the second you asked him if he was okay. You’d start panicking when he asked if you still liked him, until he asked why you thought this Papi guy was so cute.

“Ryuu...” You sounded exasperated but painfully fond as you pulled up a picture of the horse on your phone. “He just moved into my Animal Crossing village.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So I’m still your favorite?”

“Of course you are, Ryuu!” “Ah. Heh. I knew that.”

Ennoshita Chikara

Easily the most sensible of the entire team.

“Whatcha looking at?” You’ve been staring at your phone for a good long while with the silliest expression on your face, and he can’t help but be a little curious.

“Wade! He’s so adorable I can’t stand it!”

“Oh? Do I need to be on guard? Is someone gonna try and sweep you off your feet right out from under me?” He jokes, leaning over your shoulder to get a peek at your phone.

“Only if you think a penguin is worthy of wooing me.” You respond.

“I dunno, he’s pretty cute. I might be swooned!”

“Chikara!”

“Joking! Joking!”

Kageyama Tobio

“Apollo is perfect. He’s all gruff on the outside but so sweet and gentle on the inside.”

Externally Kageyama didn’t show any immediate change in expression, quietly focusing on his drills.

Internally, boy is panicking. Who is Apollo? Why was he perfect? Why did you like him so much?

It isn’t until he misses a set and it hits him directly in the head that you realize something’s up with him. He grumbles over and grabs your hand, pulling you out of sight of his teammates.

“Who’s ‘Apollo’?” He asks as soon as you’re out of earshot. “-! D-Don’t laugh!”

“Tobio, look. This is Apollo.” You bring up your Switch and scamper over to a bald eagle and begin talking to him. “He’s gruff on the outside, but sweet on the inside. Just like you. That’s why he’s my favorite.”

“That’s-You!” He stammers, face exploding into a burning blush. “Wh-Whatever! I’m way cooler than some weird bird anyway!”

Hinata Shouyou

“There he is! The light of my life! My most perfect boy!”

Usually that’d get Hinata excited, because you’d be talking about him. Not today.

“Jeremiah! The cutest in the whole wide world!~”

And he definitely wasn’t sulking because of it. No siree.

You wouldn’t stop staring down at your phone, even when Hinata was doing his amazing freak quick. Yeah you’d probably seen it a few hundred times at this point, but still! You said it was always amazing! What changed?

At the end of practice he’d holler your name out to you.

“I only want you to watch me! Not whoever this weird Jeremiah guy is!”

“Shouyou, baby, he’s a frog.”

“...Eh?”

After you show him your Switch he buries his face in his hands, cheeks burning. “Waaaaaaaahhh, this is so embarrassing. I’m gonna die.”

You laugh and wrap him in a hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay more attention at your next game. No frogs allowed.”

Tsukishima Kei

All day long, whenever you’re in earshot, Tsukishima can hear you rambling about this ‘Erik’ guy and frankly? It’s starting to drive him a little bit insane.

“Erik gave me some flowers!”

“Erik said he liked my outfit today!”

“Erik invited me to his house!”

By the time you pick up on his sour mood Kei is practically simmering, and looks at you with a bitter glare.

“Why don’t you spend some more time with Erik if you’re going to be drooling all over him?”

Boy does he feel a fool when you show him a picture of the little elk in your village.

“Kei, were you jealous?”

“Tch.”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

“Rowan is so cool. And so cute! He’s definitely my absolute favorite.”

Yamaguchi’s attention snaps to you, wide-eyed. Who is Rowan?

“W-Who is Rowan?”

Yama’s a pretty shy guy, but he’s not really the type to jump to conclusions either. So if he was nervous about something you said, he’d ask right away instead of stewing in it.

Which is good for him, because now he knows that you aren’t going all mushy over another boy, just a particularly cool cartoon tiger. You’d show him the character on your Switch screen and shoot him a smile so infectious he can’t help but mirror it.

I also think Yama is the most likely to become interested in Animal Crossing after you show him! He’d want to see all your other villagers too, not realizing how far you were leaning into each other’s space as you gave him a tour of your town.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu imagines #karasuno #karasuno imagines #sawamura daich #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #ennoshita chikara #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #headcanons #long post

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katymacsupernatural · 5 years

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The Professor Part 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

1900 Words

Story Summary: Getting ready for her act, Y/N is distracted by a handsome man in the audience. Someone she soon gets a little closer to.

Catch Up Here: Part 1

You stared up at the green-eyed man, wondering if this was real. There was no way a man such as him. A college professor, no doubt able to get any woman he wanted, interested in you. This was just a cruel trick, one that would no doubt haunt you for quite some time. “You’re kidding, right?”

Your words caught him off guard, the hopeful smile turning to a frown. His shoulders slumped slightly, his eyes downcast. “You’re right. After all, you’re such a beautiful, amazing woman. Why would someone such as you go for me? I’m just a dorky professor.” He continued to mutter under his breath, his cheeks flushed red.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, reaching out to grasp his shoulder, but just then the door was pushed open, your boss peering gleefully inside.

“Y/N, your nights up! Get dressed, collect your money and go. I don’t want any contact going on for free in here.”

Dean pushed past your boss, and you wanted to call after him. To tell him that he was so wrong. That it was you who was unworthy. But he was gone, and in his place was your creepy boss who was staring gleefully at your bare chest. Reaching down, you picked up your bra, slipping it on before trying to move past him. Larry reached out, grasping your elbow. “That was quite the dance you gave that man. I’ve never seen you enjoy yourself so much. It was very...eeye-opening”

“I did what you asked,” you muttered, trying to move past him.

“Y/N, this isn’t over. I might have a very lucrative job for you soon,” he purred. “One that you would be very stupid to turn down.”

Not even wanting to know what the job was, you hurried away from him to the dressing room. Still packed full of girls. Some were getting ready to leave for the night. Others were gossiping in the corner while the rest were getting ready for their performance. None of them even batted an eye your way. You were the outcast. New enough they didn’t trust you. Quiet enough they didn’t care to make friends. You were just here for the pay, so you didn’t mind.

Wiping off the excess makeup, you threw your hair up in a messy bun. Changing into your main black bra and panties, a pair of leggings and sweatshirt over the top. A simple outfit, covering most of your skin. As different as you could get from your stripper outfit. Needing to push that part away as soon as you walked out ofthe building.

“That man was sure hot,” Leslie said as she sat down next to you. Tall, with dark olive skin and chocolate eyes, Leslie was one of the best performers in the group. “All the girls were jealous of your little lap dance in the back room.”

“He was good looking,” you agreed. “But it was just a job.”

“Honey, it all starts as a job. But you need to keep an eye out for the moment it could become more. None of us want to be strippers forever. And finding a man like that? It’s a chance at a different life.”

“It wasn’t meant to happen,” you assured her, taking your purse from the cabinet and turning off your mirror lights. Heading down the back hallway, you pushed open the door, only to face pouring rain. Thunder rumbled in the distance, lightning etching the sky. “Great,” you muttered, your sweatshirt immediately getting soaked as you hustled to your old, beat up sedan. Unlocking the door, you slid inside. Turning the key, your car only groaned. Once, twice, before nothing at all. “No,” you muttered, slamming your hand against the steering wheel. A dead car in a horrible storm. Not the late night you were planning on. You could go back inside, see if someone could jump your car. But a bus stop was only a couple of blocks away, and you wanted nothing more than to get home and relax in bed for a couple of hours.

Climbing back out, almost slipping on the wet pavement, you began the trek around the strip joint. Staying away from the puddles, wincing as lighting sounded close overhead, you hurried down the sidewalk. The road was empty, no cars out and about at this late hour, and you hoped the bus hadn’t left yet.

You could see the bus stop up ahead, a couple of nefarious looking people waiting under the awning. A car’s rumbling engine sounded behind you, a classic car slowly moving past before suddenly pulling over to the side. Cautiously you moved closer to the buildings, watching as a man climbed out of the car. Lightning flashed, illuminating a solid build as he moved your way.

“Just my luck,” you muttered to yourself, ready to scratch or kick if the man made one wrong move towards you.

“Y/N?” He called out, his voice sounding a little familiar. “It’s Dean. From the strip club. Everything okay?”

You couldn’t believe the odds. Here you had thought you would never see the man again. And now he was standing there in the rain, almost like a knight in shining armor. “My car wouldn’t start,” you told him as he came within arm’s distance. “I was heading towards the bus station.”

Just as the words left your lips the bus left the stop, your only hope at making it home before morning. “And I guess that’s a bust now too.”

Brushing his wet hair back, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Listen, I know you don’t know me very well, but can I help? I could give you a lift home.”

It was funny. Realizing his words were true, that you didn’t know each other very well. But you had been more intimate with him that anyone in a long time. “Please. It’s not a great night to be outside. And…,”

“Listen, I don’t think so,” you hedged, knowing that you really shouldn’t. Sure, you had met him in the club, and he seemed like a nice guy. But it was late at night, and you didn’t really know him. He could be a serial killer for all you knew. “It’s nothing against you, but…,”

Running his hand through his wet hair, he nodded. “No, I get it. I just wish there was a way I could get you to believe I have nothing but good intentions.”

Shivering from your wet clothes clinging to your skin, you noticed the 24 hour diner just a little farther up the road. “Buy me a coffee and we can go from there?”

“Deal,” he agreed quickly. “Meet you there?”

Nodding, you began walking fast down the sidewalk while he climbed back into his car. The engine rumbled as he navigated the flooding road, and you had to admit it was quite the car. He seemed to be quite the man. A little shy, unaware of his good looks. A little nerdy dressed, with his sweater. But adorable.

He was waiting at the door for you when you walked up, the rain starting to lessen slightly. Stepping into the lobby of the diner, you headed for the booth in the back, away from the prying eyes of the only other man in the entire place. The waitress, looking old and tired, came forward with a slip of paper, staring disdainfully at the mess the two of you were leaving on the vinyl seats. “What’ll it be?”

“Two coffees,” you ordered. “French fries for me.”

“I’ll have a hamburger,” he told the waitress as well. Taking your order, she left the two of you alone in the awkward silence. Both of you staring down at your hands, unsure of where to go from here.

“Listen, about that lap dance,” you started to say softly, trying to get past the idea of how he had made you come untouched. Wanting to try and break the silence.

“It was amazing,” he whispered, his green eyes lifting up to stare your way. “I’ve never been one to visit your...um….type of establishments before. But it was my brother’s idea, and I…,”

“They’re not all like that,” you assured him just before the waitress brought your coffees. Waiting for her to leave before you spoke again. “Normally they’re awkward and dirty, and the men...they’re usually...well...not like you.”

He blushed. You hadn’t expected it, but seeing his freckled cheeks turn a light shade of red, it was absolutely adorable. “There’s just something about you…,”

“I agree,” he said just as your food was brought over. “I had gone there to placate my brother, and I never imagined I would get caught up in the glance of a sultry kitten.”

“Yeah, that’s a pretty ridiculous outfit,” you chuckled. “But it brings a lot of tips.”

With his hamburger halfway to his lips, he stared your way. “With the way you move and look, I gather that they’re probably great tips. But why work there? You’re smart and I bet you could get a job doing anything.”

“It’s not that easy,” you whispered, the french fry you had just eaten turning to lead. “Being a stripper? It’s not the best, but it pays well, and I have my days free. And that’s what matters.”

Setting his hamburger down, Dean grew quiet for a moment. “I understand. There’s days I try to figure out why I became a professor in the first place. There’s so much work, and the students can drive me crazy. Sometimes I think about my first love.”

You grew tense at that, wondering if he was going to tell you about a wife, or ex girlfriend. You didn’t expect the words that came next. “I always wanted to follow in my Dad’s footsteps. Cars were his passion, especially the classic kind. But he made both my brother and I promise we would do something better with our lives. So I became a professor. And Sammy? He became a lawyer, and he’s marrying the love of his life. In three days to be exact.”

“That has to be nice,” you answered, a little jealous. A long time ago you had thought you would end up the same way. Marrying the love of your life, settling into a normal life. Maybe even having the 2.5 kids that seemed to be the norm. But then…,

“Hey ,I have an idea!” He exclaimed, his eyes lighting up for a moment. “No, never mind. It’s too stupid. You would never go for it.”

“I’d like to hear it,” you assured him.

“I don’t have a date for my brother’s wedding. I know my Mom and family will give me crap if I show up to a family function without a girlfriend. Again. And I’d like to get to know you better. So what do you say? Would you like to be my date for his wedding?”

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#the professor #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural reader insert #katy writes #supernatural au

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guksthighs · 6 years

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Plenty of Fish || knj

Summary: Namjoon is so much more than your new neighbour; he’s clumsy, persistent and has cared for you longer than you knew.

Genre: fluff, fishing!au, childhood friends!au

Length: 1.7k

A/N: lots of beach description and self indulgent childhood best friend namjoon. ( this is probably going to become a small au series - similar to strawberry love where i write a childhood friends au for each member )

Please remember that every like, comment and ( especially ) ask you leave mean the world to me!!

The dock was always empty in the morning, sitting with your legs swinging off the side as you sipped a scalding coffee was the best way to wake up. Over the years, your tongue had become accustomed to the intense heat of your morning drinks and you no longer winced at the temperature.

It was to be expected when getting the first coffee each morning, the baristas were still dreary eyed as they greeted you with warm, tired smiles. They had stopped apologising for the bad coffee after the first few weeks of you returning each morning, giving them a small smile and exchanging a few words about the fog that was always blown in from the ocean.

You would collect your drink in glove covered hands, and disappear into the fog. But never completely, always wearing that bright yellow parka. A small ray of sunshine in the small village as you made your way through the narrow winding roads to the dock.

It was a shield you had worn since you were young, jumping in puddles with matching yellow wellies and laughing when your best friend jumped too hard and made the droplets splash into your face. He had the most infectious dimpled smile that you still remembered, those big brown eyes sparkling with mischief as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to run along the beach.

But he was gone, and you were alone.

The seagulls sat on your small fishing boat, their loud squawks breaking your memories as if demanding to know why you were taking so long. You were already behind schedule, you knew that because the sky was beginning to become tinged with the beginning of a sunrise, the light orange tones warming your face as you let yourself just sit.

The waves crashing masked everything; you would often sit at the end of the dock and let the quiet wash over you. Even in the midday when it was full of tourists and villagers you would still sit, like a yellow statue, at the end of the dock.

It was where you felt happiest; pulling your knees to your chest and hugging them you wondered why. The waves were fierce today, peaks occasionally reaching the wood, the spray hitting your face.

“Excuse me!” you jumped in surprise at the sound of another voice, calling out in a calmly panicked voice, “help!” The second shout held more desperation and you were already on your feet searching for him, a quick scan of the dock meant you knew that Namjoon had most likely fallen trying to climb onto your boat.

With a sigh you jumped to your feet, placing a hand on the side of the boat before jumping onto the rocking surface landing on a pile of rope with a short laugh, “Kim Namjoon! Clean up your mess!”

A hand latched onto your ankle and yanked on it, causing you to fall onto the rope, Namjoon burst into laughter when he caught sight of your figure splayed on your back, his eyes seemed to sparkle before he climbed back to his feet and offered you a hand.

His face was lit up with a dimpled smile, head tilted slightly as he tried to read your expression to see if he was actually in trouble with you. His eyes were the colour of the helm of your boat and as you found yourself staring into them, you felt a vague sense of home.

There was something familiar about Namjoon, it was like you were looking at him with a new pair of eyes, his crooked smile sent warmth rushing to your cheeks. Quickly you caught yourself beginning to swoon and took his hand using it to bounce back onto your feet, for a second you let yourself imagine falling forward and into his warm chest.

“You’re gonna break my hand, oh fuc-“, Namjoon groaned, and you looked up to catch him wincing. For a second you were tempted to tell him he had been asking for it; you were very content to fish alone but Namjoon had been crashing with you for a few weeks and almost seemed attached to your side.

In the end, you decided it was too early to tease him, dipping your head in apology before mumbling, “fisherman’s grip, sorry it’s habit,” you snuck a glance up to see him smiling at you, with a big goofy grin, swallowing hard you risked a smile back.

After that the boat stayed quiet, Namjoon was busy placing the ropes back under the deck and you were guiding the boat out to sea through the thick fog. Although it might have been a manoeuvre you completed every day, you knew it would be the one day that you would hit a rock.

The fishing trips you shared with him were often silent, it was too early for your brain to work properly and so you were happy to share a comfortable silence with Namjoon.

The hum of the engine was comforting as you guided the ship back into the port, the unease you were experiencing from the mild recognition of Namjoon was beginning to fade. He had been staying in the house next to yours for a few weeks, sitting on the wall outside their house and watching your yellow-clad figure trudge home with a basket full of fish.

Namjoon was quick to enquire after your morning activities, astounded by the idea that you went fishing all alone. “You must be lonely, think you need a fishing partner.” You quickly declined his offer beginning to make obvious excuses but Namjoon simply gave you a dimpled grin, giving you a sinking feeling that he hadn’t listened to you.

The next day is when it began; slamming your front door shut and walking down the path you noticed him, sitting on the wall with his legs swinging like a young child about to go on a school trip. You were too tired to argue when he followed along behind you like an overeager puppy, and when he climbed onto the boat, you had finally spoken.

“You better pull your weight if you’re going to be my fishing partner,” he tilted his head in slight confusion and you simply had smiled and began steering the ship out of the bay. Namjoon was clever, and quickly asked if you had meant his figurative weight or literal; with a smile, you told him to guess.

The salt sprayed against your cheeks, your memories darting from your mind like a shoal of fish, leaving as quickly as they had entered. Namjoon was still in the boat, splitting up the haul of fish for their different destinations.

You sat on the end of the dock watching your small boat wobble as the waves crashed against it, Namjoon’s voice broke your concentration, “Did you know I grew up here?” his eyes were wide and cheeks red with colour, “it was me, the sea and my friend.”

He paused, “Do you remember ?”

The question left you confused, why would you remember his memories? But as he turned to you and gave you a small shy smile, you felt like an idiot for not recognising that infectious dimpled smile long ago. Namjoon seemed to notice the look in your eye, reaching forward to hold your hand in his, “I remember the promise you made me and you’ve waited all the time on the dock to complete it.”

The dock had been somewhere you had sat for years, a part of your mind felt like you were waiting for something all this time. The young boy of your childhood had sat there with you, fishing for crabs or sharing poems and secrets, it had never been your spot, but his. And now he sat next to you, eyes searching to find the truth after so many years.

You turned to him, eyes watering as a weight seemed to lift from your chest, nodding slowly, your voice quivered slightly, “It was you?” Namjoon tackled you into a hug, causing you both to fall onto the wood with a laugh.

“You were the one who told me to wait here no matter what,” you grinned, unsure if you were meant to be having an overwhelming urge to kiss his dimples and then those full pink lips, “Kim Namjoon! You’re still as annoying as you were all those years ago!”

His grin only widened as he cupped your face with one hand, stroking your cheek with a thumb, “is it weird that I want to kiss you?” Your eyes widened, quickly averting your gaze from his eyes and fiercely shaking your head.

“It’s okay,” with those two words Namjoon pressed a firm kiss to your lips, his eyelashes tickled the bridge of your nose. He tasted like sea water and you were just beginning to melt into his grip when he pulled away, eyes bright with excitement.

“I always loved that girl in her yellow mac and I’ve been trying to get your attention since I first saw you. I guess I was my own wingman,” he laughed and you furrowed your brown in confusion at his words.

With a sigh, Namjoon explained, “I’ve had a crush on you since I saw you but you wouldn’t even look at me in that way. But I remember you had a crush on me when we were both young because you always used to blush and hug me loads. So if we hadn’t known each other before, I would never be allowed to kiss you.”

You shrugged, sitting up suddenly and knocking foreheads with Namjoon with a groan, “you knew it was me all this time?” you managed to utter, looking over at him to see a guilty expression cross his face.

With that you leant your head into his chest with a low groan, “you’re fired. You can’t be my fishing partner anymore.” Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment until Namjoon hooked a finger under your chin and pressed a light kiss to your nose.

“Guess I’ll just have to ask you to be mine then.”

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Some legs are meant to be broken. Ch. 3

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count: 6200+

Summary: After your tri-weekly visits with the Chief become something you look forward to, what’s going to happen after he doesn’t need you to take care of him anymore? Your original plans for the last evening you were supposed to spend with Hopper get changed. But you have a feeling his idea might be better, in the end.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Warnings: The fluff makes it’s transformation into smut. There’s flirting, drinking, eating, cursing, smoking, mentions of injury, dancing, sex and dirty talk.

A/N: This started as a one shot fluff piece, but look what ya’ll have made me do. This was a request and seeing as I would die for Andy Dwyer, I couldn’t pass up on this one. This is my interpretation.

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The original request: Would you ever do a cute/funny fix with Hopper where he somehow breaks both of his legs, they’re in stupid looking casts and he’s in a wheelchair like Andy in Parks and Recreation? 😂

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"Y/N!" you hear Flo call after you as she sees you hurry past her desk towards the door. It was your last Friday with the Chief. You were a bit of a mess about it on the inside. You were sad to see it go but anxious to see him.

"Yeah?" you back peddle to her desk. She looks you over thoughtfully. "You stopping anywhere before you head over to the Chief's?" she asks, pen drumming against an open file. "I was gonna go home and freshen up, probably run by the store on the way over there. Why?" "He called, said you shouldn't bother bringing dinner tonight." she smirked at you. You just looked at her confused. You always made him something. It was one of your favorite parts about going over there. "Uh...okay?" you say, scratching your head. You shake your head and shrug, "He say anything else weird?" you ask, only slightly joking. "No, but is there anything you'd like to tell me, sweetheart?" she asks, her tone heavy with implications. "I'm very good at keeping secrets," she promises with a smile. You tilt your head at her, your furrowed brow made her think that maybe you didn't realize what was going on. "About you and the Chief." she just puts it out there into the world. Your eyes go wider than you would've liked them to, but besides that you kept calm. "Not really, no?" you shake your head. She patiently waits. You step closer to her desk and look around the office and down the hall for eavesdropping ears. "But he did tell me he'd take me out dancing once he got better and it's thrown me way off my game." you whisper to her. She nods silently. "So a date?" she asks obviously. "Psh!" you start to deny her statement but she watches the thought process fall over your face as you also consider this as an option. "Oh shit." you whisper, "Oh no, did he ask me out on a date?" you harshly whisper again. "I just thought he was being nice." you squeak. "Jim Hopper is not known to be nice without motive, dear." she grins at you. You give in and lean your elbows on the counter in front of her. "He never said date," you explain. "I said I was taking swing dance lessons and that I missed going out dancing and he offered to take me." you pause, chewing on your bottom lip, "He said it was the least he could do after everything I did to take care of him." Flo continues to listen, nodding. "What does this have to do with me bringing him dinner?" it hits you and you put your face in your hands. "Flo..." you start to ask, your voice embarrassed. "Mmm Hmm." she encourages you. "He's taking me out tonight isn't he?" you peek through your fingers at her. She nods. "Jesus, it's a date isn't it?" you groan out under your breath. Flo crosses her arms and laughs. "He's not well enough to go dancing though." you exclaim with your hands. "Isn't he?" she asks, tilting her head. "What the hell does that mean Flo?" you say agitated, everything hitting you at once. "Isn't it possible, IN THEORY, that he might've been hiding how his progress was going so he could surprise you tonight? What was supposed to be your last night together? Are you following me girl?" her eyebrows raised, giving you attitude by looking at your over her glasses. "Yes ma'am," you say, your head in your hands on the counter. "And you're the one taking him to his PT sessions..." you say looking up at her again. She nods. "You're starting to get it," she says, looking back down to her paperwork. "But you didn't hear it from me. He'd be mad as hell if he knew I let it slip so," she uses an imaginary lock to shut her lips and tosses the key away. "Yeah I get it." you sigh and stand back up straight. "Guess I'll go get ready for a..." you pause and exhale heavily as you face the door. "date." you turn back to Flo as your hand pushes against the glass of the station's double doors. "Thanks, by the way." "Wear shoes you can dance in is my advice." she pauses until you start to open the door again. "He's been so much easier to deal with since you two have been hanging out together, sweetheart. You have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, believe me," she glances over her glasses again at you before you make the final shove to leave. "So thank you." You blush and give her a shy grin before heading straight home to have a panic attack. ----------------------------------------------------------- He opens the door as you raise your hand to knock, it still caught you off guard when he did that. You jump just slightly, already tense despite all the stretching you did before you left the house. You look up at him, still getting used to how he towered over you again. "Hey Hop." you say sweetly, dropping your hand back down to intertwine with the other at your waist. "Hey sweetheart" his voice reminds you of the bourbon you drank that first night together. It was warm and deliciously smooth, making you tingle and want to make bad decisions. You want to melt into a puddle, but instead, you decided to just smile at him. "You're all dressed up." you say, trying to sell the idea that you didn't know what was going on. You hoped he bought it. "I thought I might mix it up a bit tonight. If that's alright with you." he gives the most charming smile that made you want to swoon. He was laying it on thick tonight and you were so here for it. "Sure, what's up?" you scan him from his feet to his face, you were very familiar with how good he looked in his uniform but this v neck sweater had to be your favorite thing you'd seen him in so far. "Well, it's a little embarrassing," he rubs the back of his neck and you get a good view of just how broad he is and your knees want to knock together from weakness. "I think I might've overlooked a minor detail when I promised you I'd go dancing," you give him your best confused puppy look and he continues, "I remembered that you said for something to count as a date, someone had to specifically ask the other person out," he pauses to gauge your reaction, you nod in calm agreement, "And I'm afraid I didn't do that properly when I said I'd go dancing with you." you gulp even though you know what's coming. "So, Y/N, I'd like to ask you if you'd like to go out on a date with me tonight to go dancing." you can almost see him be unsure, a small crack in his armor of charm. "It's a little short notice, don't ya think, Jim?" you scrunch your nose and giggle, swatting his chest with your hand flirtatiously. "I'd love to go out with you." He smirks at your acceptance and moves towards you, pulling the door shut behind him. "I don't want to waste any more time, I've got a beautiful woman to impress tonight." he teases, reaching out for your hand as he waits at the top steps for you. You roll your eyes but the smile on your face gives you away, you take his hand and you get that knock-kneed feeling again. He opens the door to his Blazer for you, holding your hand until you're completely seated. You let out a little squeak of excitement while he looks down at his keys on the way over to his side of the vehicle. You had to, you felt like a teenager, just wanting to explode over every possibility the night could bring. ------------------------------------------------------ "I thought it was a little strange you didn't want me to cook you dinner." you side eye him as he slides into the booth across from you. His warm laugh is low and rumbles through you like the vibrations of the music over the speakers. "Especially since I thought this might be the last night I got to." you look away and out into the bar. "I was going to miss it." you give him a small, sly smile as your eyes reconnect with his. "This won't be as good as what you'd make but I hoped I could make up for the difference." His flirting was out in full force now. Neither of you had anything to hide anymore, nothing to hold either of you back. Now you were just two adults who knew they liked each other. Which was scarier but opened up MANY more options to be explored and you wanted to check every one of them off the list. You ate, you drank, the conversation came easy between the two of you when you were alone. But now it was time for him to put his money where his mouth was. "You've been talking a big game," you pause as his eyes, now dark with his true intentions look over you as you speak, "you ready to show me what ya got?" you throw back the last of the liquid in your glass, sliding it away from you on the table. That smug sexiness you loved radiated off of him as he set his glass on the table and wordlessly got up and extended his hand. "Are you ready?" he challenges. You're so glad to be on the receiving end of his charm. "For you? Always." you say enthusiastically, letting him pull you from your seat to the floor. You try to feel the beat of the music as you make your way out, bopping your head. You were fairly certain a Stray Cats song was playing. "Guess we need to feel each other out first..." you say, biting your lip, trying to focus. "Oh I'm very familiar with this part, sweetheart." he purrs, grabbing your hand and yanking you against him. Your nose almost hits his chest, your hand flat against him you let out a tiny 'oof' as you catch yourself. "Apparently so." you say softly with surprise as you look up at him. You try to loosen up, push back at him, make this night more interesting. His arm sliding across your lower back and holding you tightly pulls you out of your self-psyche up and back to Hopper. You correct your posture and hold the hand formerly occupying his chest out for him to envelop with his own. You take a deep breath and you start to sway. It all moves quickly with the beat from there. You start to bop, he matches your pace. His arm swings you out and you twist back in just as easily. Your hands meet, your hips swivel and you're both moving in time with the other. You lose count of the hip gyrations and spins at some point. It all blurs together in one big adrenaline rush as you read each other's bodies so well you've lost the feeling of any awkwardness. Even as your ass presses up against his hips, moving in synced circles. He spins you into his chest, holding you there. "Wanna try sliding through my legs?" he asks. Your eyes go wide. "Really?" you ask, your face screwing up in excitement as you both continue to swing. "I'm game if you are." he says with confidence. You don't even second guess it in the moment, you nod and bite your lip. He takes a deep breath and you separate. You make a few circles around each other, your head wobbles back and forth, your hair spins out around you, whipping into your face as your eyes meet again, ready to attempt this trick, but you had no doubt he'd perform as advertised. You were now held together by one hand. You sink down, he swings his leg over your extended arm. You reach your other hand to grab both of his own and you slide right between his long legs, spinning and popping up in front of him, both hands tightly gripped in his. You can't hold it in, you let out an excited shout, you head falling back in laughter, before grabbing his hands tightly back. "Holy shit you're strong!" you say as he spins you back into him again. You lay your forehead against his chest and you want to collapse with laughter, riding out your endorphin high. Your hand rests on his rapidly rising and falling chest, more comfortable than it had the first time. "And you're adorable when you're surprised." he can't help but laugh with you as your body shook against his. You feel his hands let yours go, but they quickly go to your waist as your arms instinctually brace against his, he starts to lift you, "C'mon." he laughs, motioning his head away from the dance floor. He picks you up and spins, his long legs taking you far enough away from the busy floor quicker than you could have. You're still a heaving mess of laughter as you slide into the booth again. You run your fingers through your hair, elbow resting on the table. You both sit and catch your breath. You sip on the water you had left on the table. "If I didn't already know that you had broken legs a few months ago, and you told me now, I'd say you were a fuckin' liar." you praise his performance. "Thanks." he huffs out, stealing some of your water. You sit back in the booth, slouching your shoulders as you started to relax again. "I'm more tired now than I am after an entire dance class," you slide the water back across to you, taking a drink. "That was much more effective," you chuckle. "And a lot more fun." you add, your mouth turning up with a lazy smile as your eyes went back to working their way across Jim's upper body. You rest your chin in one hand, the other rests on the table top, slightly extended, you trace circles with your fingertips across its surface. "You won't hold it against me if I only give you one dance this time, will ya?" he asks, rubbing his beard. I'd like to hold you against me, you think to yourself. "I promise I'll throw you all over this place next time." he laughs, reaching out and holding your hand. Your heart flutters, your stomach flips. "You know you don't even have to ask that." you roll your eyes, flipping your hair away from your face with your free hand. "I know. Doesn't mean it's going to stop me though." he shrugs his broad shoulders. "I'd say that mentality got your legs broken in the first place." you tease. He laughs and bites his lip at you as if he was in deep thought. "And I'd do it again if it meant I'd end up with you." his voice was back to that golden amber bourbon smoothness that made your body want to react without consulting your brain first, which was precisely what it was about to do. "Jim?" you draw his name out slowly, as your face and chest flush, your lips pout a little more than they have to after you take your time wetting them. "What is it, baby?" he purrs at you, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. You almost visibly react to him calling you baby. Your eyes drift to your hands, then slowly back up, through your thick lashes over to his now dark and hungry gaze. "You wanna get out of here?" you boldly ask, your tone was not subtle. Your brain doesn't know what to do. Your normal reluctant self is screaming, your hormones are cheering and your inhibitions just jumped out out the window. He visibly reacts to your words, it's like you'd flipped a switch and his face shifts into the sexiest expression you've possibly ever seen. He brings your hand up to his mouth, his lips softly and slowly compressing and moving against your skin. "You know you don't even have to ask that." he smirks, kissing the inside of your wrist just as thrillingly slow. He was too good at using your words against you. You both moved quickly to the Blazer. You dare to scoot closer to him in the long seat, crossing your legs towards him, you rest your head on his shoulder, his hand rests on your thigh. You wouldn't even make an excuse about it being cold and needing to be warmed up if he wanted to make any snarky remarks, you'd probably just move his hand higher up your thigh. ------------------------------ You set your purse on the chair near the door, taking off your coat and tossing it on top, you begin to turn towards him and before you can his hands are on your hips, pushing you against the counter. You're surprised but more than willing to work with this. Before you even speak he picks you up at the waist and sits you on the countertop, your faces are basically level with each other. You let out a small noise of surprise and he smiles at you, almost sweetly. "You make the sexiest little noises," he whispers as he leans in closer to you. Your heavy-lidded eyes and the way you slowly let your lip pop out from under your teeth after biting down on it is something he'd also describe as sexy. "I hope you don't mind if we just stop with the cutesy shit and I finally get to know what you taste like." he says low, heavy and masculine. You might've fallen if he hadn't sat you down already. One of his hands had already found it's way up to the side of your face, he traced his thumb over your bottom lip, watching it as he spoke. You saw no hesitation in his eyes and you decided to follow his lead. You open your mouth, shaking your head. "I don't mind," you pause for just a moment, licking your lips, your tongue grazing over his thumb, "In fact, I insist." a low, slow distinctly feminine laugh rises from deep in your chest. You only hear his low growl for a moment before he crashes his mouth against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, your breath catches as you're hit with a feeling that you could only think to describe as being submerged in warm honey. Both hands held your face as he kissed you hard and slow. You melted against him, tiny moans escaping you as he pressed into you. His tongue made its way into play, and your arms couldn't stand to not be around him any longer. You make more of those sexy little noises, bringing your hands up to his forearms. You glide your hands over his, you move his hands down to your ass and run your hands up his arms and around his neck. Your fingers snake through his hair as he groans into your mouth, you smile against his lips as his big hands roughly handle your soft flesh. One of his hands moves up your back pulling your bodies tightly together. But you both want more. You pull your face and tight grip away from him to speak and he just moves his mouth across your jaw and your drop your head to the side to give him whatever he wants. "Are we gonna make it to your bed or do you plan on fucking me on this countertop?" you say breathlessly. "Y/N," he groans, both of his hands moving up your thighs, running under the loose bottom of your dress. "How can you be so sweet," he says between kisses on your throat, "and still have words like that come from your gorgeous mouth?" you let out another low laugh that only bubbled up inside you when you were being touched like this. He pulls back and his hands dig into your hips. "Put your arms back around me, sweetheart," he says softly before returning to kissing you. His hands slide under your thighs and he carries you to his bedroom. You let out an unsure sound and he chuckles at you, lips still moving against yours. "I got you baby." he reassures you as he shuts the door behind him with his foot. Your back hits the bed, and he's on top of you in an instant. His hands are up your dress immediately. You whine against him, pulling his sweater up and off of him. You quickly reconnect and his hands work your dress up, slowly. He kneads your body as he pushes it up, kissing and sucking on your neck. You silently part again, you remove your dress from over your head, your shoes are kicked off easily. You see how disproportionately naked you are compared to him. "Take off everything." you almost snarl at him, he bites his lip at you and does as you ask while you also take off everything. You wanted every bit of flesh up against his. He leaned over you for a few seconds, watching you underneath him, your chest heaving, reaching for him with your lips parted, pouting. He's back on you with his blistering hot skin, your fingertips mapping out every inch of him they could. It doesn't take him long to bury his face between your breasts, pushing them together with his big hands. He lets out a loud groan into your sternum. "You're so fuckin' soft." he whispers, his mouth and tongue are almost massaging you he's pressing himself against you so hard. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and you let out the first loud moan of the night. The first of many but that doesn't stop his eyes from rolling back in his head at the sound. He needed to hear you make those sounds, he wanted to work every moan, groan, gasp and cry out of you he could. "Fuck, baby." he shakes his head, mouth open against your now hard nipple. He sucks hard on the sensitive bud, you gasp and groan as he continues, his other hand mirrors the actions of his mouth on your other breast. He knows he's making progress when your back arches and you whine as he sucks and pinches your tits. "Fuck," you moan out in a heavy breath. You knew you had to be embarrassingly wet already, his hands hadn't even grazed over your most sensitive parts. He leaves his mouth on you, his tongue swirling and flicking, building the heat between your thighs. His hand moves down your stomach, past your shifting hips. His hands passing where you longed them to go, instead deflecting to grab at your inner thighs. "I need you, just touch me." you confide as he rises to kiss you. His eyes shut and he groans again, his fingers immediately obey your orders and slide between your lips and across your clit. You whimper quietly, his mouth distracting you by kissing you deeply again. "A sweet thing like you shouldn't be this wet already." he says low and taunting against your ear. You groan at his words. "You'd think you'd figure out by now that I'm not all that sweet." you say through gritted teeth, his fingers working in circles around your clit. You pull away from his mouth, making sure you look into his eyes as you speak. "There's nothing sweet about how badly I want your cock." He let out a low hum of approval. "You're so fuckin' sexy." he pants out as his hand yanks away from your core, hooking around your hip and smacking against your ass, grabbing your cheek roughly. He presses his hips against yours, you can feel that at least you and his cock were on the same page. "You keep talkin' like that and I'll give you whatever you want." he says breathlessly. "That's the idea, Chief." you say, smirking as he smacks your ass hard again, and you let out an encouraging squeal. Shaking his head against your neck, his hand returns to your pussy lips, just circling your clit enough before he slips one finger inside you. "Yes," you hiss out. He moves it slowly in and out of you. "More." you moan, his mouth is on yours again, with more teeth and urgency than before. He takes your lip between his teeth and tugs. "Anything you want, baby girl." he was drunk off of you. Drinking you in with his mouth, taking in your intoxicating words that he never expected to hear from your sweet, kind, made for wrapping around his cock, lips. He goes in with two fingers, you moan against him again, your breaths sounded more high pitched now, he knew he was on the right track. He pumps slow, steady but deep, giving you the contact and pressure you so desperately craved. "Mmm, like that, that's so good." you whimper against him, your mouth parted and practically panting. "Is that how you want me to fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear, his breathing directly against it. You almost cry out at his words, tensing around his fingers. "You want me to fuck you nice and slow? You want me deep inside you like this?" he licks at the shell of your ear. Pushing his fingers in as far as he could. Your lips tremble and your eyes roll back in your head and you push your head back into the bed. "Yes." you cry breathlessly. You turn your head towards him, needing to kiss him more. You both moan and breathe heavily against each other. "I need you, Jim, please." you reach down and find him throbbing hard for you. You snarl your lip at him, impossibly turned on. You turn your head and open your mouth, sticking out our tongue and exaggerate the licking of your palm, making it wet and returning it to start jerking him off. His hips push into the motions of your hand almost on contact. You smirk, not finding the wetness to your liking, you hold his gaze and spit into your hand, you hold him tight and pump him faster. "Fuck, that's hot." he growls, kissing you hard, fucking you with his fingers faster. You can't help that your mouth drops open, gasping, you try to keep your hand around him but he's pumping into you so hard you're tits are bouncing against his chest. Your hands go to his big shoulders, holding him tight. "Tell me what you need baby. I want to hear that sweet mouth say those filthy words." you can't help but smile, you were enjoying yourself too much. "I need your cock," you take a heavy breath, pacing your demands like you were reading them from a list. "I need you to fuck me," you whine from his fingers still relentless. "...and I need to come around that big cock." he curses and groans, biting into your neck. "Give your baby girl what she wants." you rasp out as his teeth make contact with your skin. "Anything you want, baby, anything." the words come out sounding more like a confession than dirty talk. He guides the head of his cock against your clit, coating himself in your wetness, your thighs tremble. He fills you up slowly. Your eyes close as they roll back again, you felt like he would burst you at the seams but you wanted nothing less than exactly that. He stills at your quietness. You were trying to relax so you could stretch around him. He stays still inside you, kissing your throat tenderly now, his arms rest on either side of your head, when you raise your head from it's tilted position he lays his forehead against yours. The closeness, the intimacy you felt and saw in how he looked at you sent a shiver through you. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispers. "You're so tight." "You feel so good, baby, move." you kiss him tenderly, "I want all of you, give it to me." you say softly. He kisses you, slowly. It was like he could make the air around you still and all you could remember that existed was the two of you together. He moved so slow, so carefully. He would let out a small, closed mouth moan every time he would drag himself out of you and fill you up again. It was deliberate and intense. You don't know what you expected from Jim but this hadn't been it. He fucked you like he might break you, his fingers eventually finding their way to your clit and the sound that escapes your mouth even surprises you. "Harder." you plead, the wet sounds your bodies made were the only ones you focus on. He gives you what you want, still slow, but sharper and deeper. You were moaning together helplessly with every thrust. The cries and curses that escaped you as your orgasm built were like music to his ears. You raise your hands to grip in his hair as you kissed him deeply, as slowly as he was fucking you, it was too much, you were so close. You fluttered around him and he groaned loudly, biting down on your bottom lip. "You feel so good," he whispers, his forehead against yours again. "You gonna come for me?" he kisses you softly. You tremble and whine, tensing around him again. You nod almost frantically. "So close," you whisper back to him. "Don't stop, you feel so fucking good," you say rushed but enthusiastically. He grins at you, he can't help it, you're more than he ever expected. You flutter around him again, this time a warning. "I'm gonna come." you say in a pathetic, small cry. You feel it building, threatening to crash at any moment. "That's it, baby, I'm gonna make you come around this big cock just like you wanted." his words break your stream of consciousness as you orgasm peaks with very loud moans. It crashes over you as his arms hold you tight, feeling every twitch and pulse your body made around him. "That's my girl, yes, yes." he groans, his hips faltering. His hands are in your hair, holding your face, you gaze at him while your body is helplessly wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. Your hand trembles on the side of his face, as you gasp against him. He turns his face to kiss your hand to still it. He lets out a rough, loud moan. "You gonna come for me, now?" you whisper, voice raspy and still full of lust. He grits his teeth and nods. "Fuck me faster," you demand, he does not hesitate. "Fill me up. I want all of you." You crash your lips against his. He harshly kisses you back. His grip on you is bruising. Your own shouts are drowned out by his. His hand slamming down on your hip and holding you as he roughly fucked his way through his orgasm. His moans grew high pitched the more he came down. He eventually slowed, opening his eyes again, looking down at you. Both your pupils were still blown, your lips were swollen and sore but that didn't stop you from kissing him. You laid under him, panting, your hand gently rests on the side of his face, he leans into your touch, the sounds of a completely satisfied and exhausted man linger for a few moments more. You think you might want to stay in this moment forever. Your heart slows, your bodies lose their tension and he brings his weight onto just one arm, resting his head on your chest. You look down at him, smitten. He places small chaste kisses on your skin. You sigh against his displays of affection. Would it be too much to ask for him to be a cuddler too? Not that you were in a hurry to get him out or off of you. The weight was comforting. You run your fingers through his hair as he lays small kisses on your chest, with no particular pattern or motive. He eventually stirs and looks up at you for a few weighted moments, his eyes taking in the sight of you in his bed, freshly fucked. "Do you know how gorgeous you are?" he asks, eyes not meeting yours but drifting across the rest of you. His hand pushes your hair away from your face. You just smile and bite your lip at him. "Do you know how handsome you are?" you respond. You just let out a soft laugh and he kisses you gently before he pulls out of you, collapsing on the bed next to you. Before you can hide it, a strong yawn takes hold of you and you shake involuntarily with it. You sit up on your elbows, testing your legs before you sit up on the edge of the bed. You feel Jim's hand on your back, you can feel his calloused skin drag across yours. "You don't have to go unless you want to." he says quietly. Almost as if he was afraid of your response. You turn halfway towards him on the bed. "I just need to pee." you giggle. Your hand reaches out and pats his stomach. His face looks relieved and he rolls on his back, his forearm over his eyes. "You go do that and I'll fix the bed." You make the short walk out of the room to the bathroom. You give yourself a good, hard look in the mirror. You look like the most sexually satisfied woman on earth. Your hair should be the definition of sex hair, your posture relaxed, a smile that couldn't be erased on your face. You pee and clean up, running the brush on his counter through your hair and rubbing your eye makeup away. There wasn't a trace of lipstick left to be seen so you didn't have to worry about that. You lean against the door frame of his room to watch him, he's back in bed, a lit cigarette bouncing off his lip. The bed was turned down, he even had a pillow just for you. He greedily watches you walk naked across the room and crawl into bed next to him. You pull the covers up, not caring if you covered yourself completely, you were past that now. "Can I have one?" you motion to the cylinder between his lips. "You smoke?" he says surprised, his words muffled by the cylinder he held in his talented mouth. "Sometimes." you nod, grinning at him. "I've never seen you smoke." he exclaims, holding the open pack to you, you take the lighter off his lap, you mirror his posture by sitting up against the headboard. "You'd never seen me come before tonight either, but that doesn't mean I've not done it before." you tease. You remove the cigarette and stick out your tongue. "Oh damn, these do not fuck around do they?" you say at the cigarette. He laughs and nods. "No, they do not. They're...pretty harsh, no peer pressure." he chuckles, resting his arm around you, you nestle in under it. You continue small puffs, your favorite part of smoking was always watching the smoke undulate around you anyway. "You look really sexy right now with that, not gonna lie." You hold the cigarette between your fingers, exhaling a cloud of smoke and winking at him. He pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head. You lean over him, putting the cigarette in the ashtray on his nightstand. You quickly snuggle up to him, face on his chest. "So it's alright if I stay the night?" you ask, your eyelids start to feel heavy. "You shouldn't have to ask that," he grins and you smirk, your eyelashes flutter against his skin. He found himself wanting to gush over you, this vixen hiding in plain sight, somehow going unnoticed for years by him. You plant a small kiss on his chest before you lay your head down again. "We've been so close to each other this whole time. How did we not...click before?" he shakes his head. "It took breaking both my fuckin' legs to notice." he exhales his last drag and his cigarette joins yours in the ashtray. "That's sweet in a fucked up, serendipitous sorta way." you mumble. "I guess your legs were just meant to be broken."

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- prompt: hansol came all the way to paris to become a dancer, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him. not some mean kids, not a failed audition, not even an unglamorous job like janitorial services. words: 2356 category: janitor!hansol, fluff a/n: this is because of the seven seconds hansol got in lay's music video where he appeared to be a janitor. have fun mates. here you go @hansolsdeliciousanus ;)

i was gonna pick the janitor gif itself but this one was calling to me

- It was never his dream to mop floors just yards away from his hero's dance class. Yet here he was, halfway away from home in Paris, France, because he thought he might've had a shot at his dream school. However, with no scholarship, and all his saved up money going directly to his living expenses, he really couldn't afford to go. That and, when he had auditioned, he tripped over his own two feet and didn't get accepted.

Hansol knew he was a good dancer. He knew that, had he just tried a bit harder, they would've seen his potential and accepted him free of charge. Hansol worked too hard all his life to hop on the first plane out of Paris, back to his home in Seoul. So he did what any other young dreamer would do. He got a job at the school. He didn't go looking of course, since he wasn't that desperate. Rather, fate intervened and found him in the form of a newspaper ad, right on the front cover for Hansol to see as he poured his morning brew. It was a custodian job for the dance floors, someone who knew how to properly clean them without damaging the tile. Hansol could do that. He was used to cleaning the studio he practiced in at home all of the time. He knew exactly what to do and the pay wasn't anything to laugh at. Without a doubt in his mind, he grabbed the newspaper and headed for the university, leaving his nearly filled cup of coffee to chill on his table. Getting the job was easy. Apparently there weren't many people in Paris who wanted the job of a custodian. Hansol received a jumpsuit and a schedule before the hour was up. After a few months of getting used to it, Hansol found himself actually enjoying his job. He even managed to gain the persona of a grumpy old man when students left their trash behind in the studio. Speaking of students, they were just another daily trial Hansol had to get through. He didn't know there would be so many stuck up rich kids who thought it was okay to harass someone just because they had a less glamorous job than them. Many of them thought it was funny that Hansol was their age, but worked as a janitor. They thought it made him a loser. They couldn't see that he was biding his time until he could audition again and blow everyone away.

Today had to be the worst. Hansol knew it would be too, because he overheard the students being lectured on how emotionless their dancing was. Every time the students were chided, instead of practicing to get better, they'd leave a large, angry mess in the studio for Hansol to clean up. Hansol never wanted to bring it up to his boss. He felt tattling on a bunch of kids would just stoop him to their level. For now, Hansol was the bigger person, and that was what mattered. Besides, if he cleaned up the studio fast enough, he could get a quick dance session in before the next class started. He could practice the moves he had silently watched the students work on. When he got into the studio, the usual mess was expected, including some chocolate milk creating a large puddle in the corner, and what looked to be a banana smashed into the bricks of the wall. Sometimes Hansol worried about the students who gave up their lunch just to harass him. He usually got rid of the feeling after he spent thirty minutes scrubbing sticky soda off of the mirrors. What wasn't expected was you, another student Hansol somewhat recognized, still dancing in front of the only section of the mirror that was clean. You looked surprised to see his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get out of your way." You began to pack up your things, but Hansol stopped you by holding your elbow. "Not so fast," he laughed lightly, "I'll just be cleaning. You don't have to stop dancing for me to clean." "Okay," you mumbled, and found yourself staring at the grip he had on your arm. "Then I'll keep practicing." "Right," Hansol said, letting go of you quickly. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, "It's nice to see someone practicing. That's the only way you guys are going to get better and impress Mr. Yixing, you know." "I know," you said with a roll of your eyes, "Everyone just gets angry and entitled like they're too good to practice but, I mean, how else do they expect to get better?" "Exactly," Hansol smiled and shyly averted his gaze to the floor. "By the way, I'm sorry they make your job so difficult. I try to stop them but it's kind of uneven with thirteen against one." Hansol looked up, feeling gratitude boil up in his stomach. He wasn't used to having someone apologize to him, or defend him. Especially when he had no idea who you were. "What's your name?" "I'm Y/n," you said, holding out your hand. "I'm Hansol. Nice to meet you." "You too," you returned brightly before you played your music again and got back to dancing. Hansol ignored you for the most part as he cleaned the studio. Once everything was clean except the mirrors, he pulled his obnoxiously large cart over and began spraying cleaner onto the reflective glass. He couldn't help but sneak tiny glances at your form as you danced. He knew this song and choreography like the back of his hand. Your class had been going over it for more than a month now, but Hansol had overeagerly learned it on his own in a week, after sneakily taping a practice session with his small phone camera. He could see where you kept messing up at a certain part. Your hips were too stiff and you missed the beat once or twice because of it. Hansol laughed at you as you got frustrated and started that part over again. "Here, let me help." "No offense, Hansol, but I doubt you know these moves," you said as he came over.

Hansol quickly silenced you with both hands on your hips and his breath near your ear, "Now follow me." As the beat began, Hansol counted the steps under his breath and moved his hips to the rhythm, coaxing your body to move the same way. It wasn't long before you felt yourself loosening up, finally figuring out how to put emotion behind your dance. All you had to do was pretend an extremely handsome man was dancing along with you, and you'd be fine. Once the song was over, Hansol caught your gaze through the mirror and blushed, letting go of your hips. "Sorry, I-I just thought you might like some help." He hastily went back to scrubbing the mirror, avoiding your eyes. Unsure what to say, you let him clean in peace, deciding instead to continue with your dance and and show him that he really had helped you. You caught his eye once again through the mirror and winked as the song came to a close. "You're a pretty good teacher, Hansol. Now tell me, how do you know that dance?" Hansol looked down at his shoes once more, "I may or may not have set up a camera during one of the practices." "Isn't that a bit illegal?" you taunted the shy man, feeling accomplished when his cheeks darkened into a rosy shade. "I could report you, you know." Hansol's head snapped up, his eyes wide as he waited for you to tell him if you were joking or not. When you broke into a smile, he sighed in relief. "That wasn't funny, you know." "It was to me," you said as you gathered your things and headed for the door. You turned around at the doorway, "You're pretty interesting, Hansol. I hope to see more of you." - Hansol felt music more deeply than anything in his life. It was a solace, a presence that demanded his entire being and pulled him into motion. If music was the puppeteer than surely Hansol was the puppet, moving whichever way the music took him and allowing it to shape him into whatever form it wished. Hansol had the entire basement of the university to himself. It was technically supposed to be storage space for all of his janitor supplies, but Hansol created a small space in a hidden corner where he could dance for however long he wished after everyone left, because he had the keys to the school. The only reason he didn't dance in one of the practice rooms was because of the cameras, and how he wasn't sure he could hide from them as he danced, the way he had hid when he snuck his phone in. Thinking of the practice room made him think of you, and how every day since the day he met you, you had stayed behind to chat with him. Because of his help, you were now top in your class. Perhaps to pay him back, or to simply spend more time with him, you now stayed behind every day to help him clean and chat. He never danced with you again, admitting that he was afraid of getting caught and fired.

The two of you talked about so many things. You talked about Paris, and the way if differed from both of your hometowns. He told you of Seoul, and how the nightlife was just as pretty as Paris if you knew where to look. You told him about your hometown, and how the stars were more prominent than the city lights and the croaking of frogs more loud than car horns. He confessed that he was here to become a dancer, but had failed his audition. You told him that seeing him move once was enough, and you were sure he'd get accepted next time. Each day Hansol found himself growing more and more attached to you, until it was the night before the audition, and he was still down in the basement struggling to perfect his choreography. "Your hips are too stiff," you said from the top of the basement stairs, smiling when Hansol tripped in surprise. "Y/n, shouldn't you be home already?" "I texted you to walk me home but you never answered," you said as you descended the stairs, "I knew you must be down here dancing, with your phone on silent." "Sorry," he mumbled as you approached him, "I'm just nervous." "Don't be!" You ran your hands up and down his arms comfortingly. "You're an amazing dancer and there's no way they won't let you in." "So what if they do accept me," Hansol said, his large eyes taking in something of worry. "What if they accept and no one takes me seriously because I was once the janitor?" "Are you going to let that stop you?" you asked, reaching to even out the worry lines on his forehead. "If they can't see you for the amazing dancer you are, then that's their loss and their prejudice against the working class. It's none of our business either way, as long as we just keep dancing." Your words seemed to calm Hansol, because his shoulders visibly relaxed and his russet eyes became a bit more gentle. You continued, "Now let's work on my number for a bit. If you keep going over your audition choreography, you'll go insane. We'll need to be partners in this dance, you know." "I don't know it," Hansol said. "Don't lie," you countered, reaching for his large hands, "I saw your phone wedged between the bricks a few days ago. I even sent you a few winks, didn't you see?"

"Is that what that was?" Hansol pondered, trailing his hand down your side until he stopped just above your hip. "I thought your eye was just twitching weirdly." You protested and slapped him lightly on the chest. "You were watching me, then?" Hansol licked his lips and turned away from your gaze, "Well, you know, we're friends and stuff. All the other students hate me so I thought I'd watch the only one who actually likes me. It makes sense if you think about it." "Mhmm," you nodded, "and how did you like me dancing with someone else?" "I didn't care," he said, although his voice lowered noticeably and his jaw clenched as he studied your face. "Really?" you pushed. "Yeah. I don't care who you dance with." "So you don't care if he holds my waist—" you brought both of his hands to your waist "—or if my hands were in his hair—" you rake your fingers through his locks slowly, and he let out a shaky breath, still watching your gaze. "—or if I even leaned up and kissed him, just for the theatrics of it all?" He paused, leaning in slightly, as if waiting for you to kiss him. You leaned up until your lips were only centimeters from his. "Expecting something, Hansol?" It took Hansol only a moment to react, his lips finding yours quickly. "You can't tease me like that and then leave me hanging," he growled against your lips. You only chuckled, enjoying the taste of his lips and the intoxicating way he moaned your name. His hands traveled across your body, touching you everywhere all at once, as eagerly as he could without breaking your kiss. His deep breathing had you wanting more, but the rational part of your brain told you to stop, and to not rush into things. You pushed Hansol away gently until your forehead rested against his. He kept his eyes shut for a moment longer, his lips darting across his lower lips to perhaps taste you just one more time. "Sorry," he muttered. "I got carried away." "I did too," you admitted. "Now let's dance and get you ready for that audition, which I know you are going to ace, by the way." »the end«

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