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Yandere CEO Miguel O'Hara x Reader
Warning: Toxic behavior, age gap, Violence, death, daddy kink, very toxic, smut, porn with a little plot, grumpy Miguel. Modern au- ish. The reader understands Spanish.
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Prologue: Your mother was the type of mother who would move from boyfriend to boyfriend. She could never keep a man on her hip for a long period of time, which was one of the reasons why your father was hardly present (he passed away when you were young anyway). Every time she got a boyfriend, she would forget that you're her daughter and would always choose the man over you. When she told you about her new boyfriend, you were over it. Nothing's new here. When you first met Miguel, you honestly didn't bother to learn a lot about him or to remember his name; however, he stuck the longest. You were quite surprised when you saw him more often. When you entered your freshman year of college, that's when she announced that Miguel wanted the both of you to move in with him.
You weren't too thrilled, but you were happy that your mom was getting serious about this. Besides, Miguel seems to be a nice gentleman. As the CEO of a science company, it was very impressive that your mom caught someone like him. He had manners and was humble about his success. He wasn't the type of rich man who would spend a lot of time partying and drinking; he was laid-back and spent more time in his office. You also hardly ever see him smile. Not seeing him smile made you wonder about the relationship between him and your mom. Three months after moving in, your mom's old habits came back. She would go out and party with her friends. She would drink wine every now and then. You know she makes bad choices when she drinks alcohol, so when you saw her coming home late and drunk, you were disappointed. She acted like a high school girl, which made you feel embarrassed. A lot of people would tell you to give your mom a break and that having a child can be difficult, so you shouldn't judge a mother for having 'fun'. But when you were little, she was late to pick you up from school because she was too busy at the mall with her friends; it made you feel unnoticed. Or when she would miss your school events when they gave you an award for what you're good at because she was too hungover from last night's fun; it made you feel unwanted. Or when one of her boyfriends dragged you outside of the house because you didn't want to leave so they could have some 'alone time' and your mom yelled at you for not listening, it made you feel unloved. Sure, moms have a right to live their lives, but they also have a responsibility to care for their children.
Your mother never really had a job growing up; the both of you relied on money from the man she would be with. This caused your grandparents to yell at your mom when you were little, telling her that she needed to grow up and get a job. Your mom would reply by saying that she never chose this life, and now that she's in it, she could do whatever she pleases. So to be fair, it's not that shocking that she got involved with a rich guy like Miguel.
Sadly, you can say that your concerns were right. You were in your bedroom. After a year of staying at a luxurious house, you are now sitting in your new bed, hearing an argument between your mother and her boyfriend downstairs. The first time you ever heard them argue was at the moment Miguel caught your mom sleeping with other men.
"You're working all the time, so obviously I'm going to get bored here!" your mother yelled at Miguel.
"Oh, so sleeping with other men while I provide for you is totally acceptable, my bad," Miguel argued back.
"Please is not like you would do the same!" Your mom's hands were flying in the air.
He pointed to her with his eyebrows forward and his eyes getting dark. "No, I wouldn't! Unlike you, I have morals."
"Really!? How about that day I caught you doing you know what!" Ah, yes. The day she caught him doing something quite interesting. "Oh whatever, I'm going out. Besides I have a new man who knows how to pleasure me." You could hear the front door slam loudly. Did your mom leave? Did she leave without telling you? Did she leave you alone with her now ex-boyfriend? Is Miguel no longer in your life?
You looked out and saw, with the little opening from your door, Miguel going back and forth from his bedroom back downstairs. You really make out what you can see, but it was clear that he was carrying out suitcases. Most likely your mom's things. Does this mean you have to move out as well? Do you need to start packing? You got up from your bed as Miguel was entering back to his bedroom pinching the bridge of his nose. "Did my mom leave."
He turned around giving you the usual expression he has. "Um....y-yeah she did."
"I'm sorry, I'll leave as soon as possible I'll just pack my things." You were about to enter your room when Miguel stopped you.
"No!" You stopped your tracks and turned to him. "no...I mean. Stay. I don't know where your mom left and I won't like it if you're out there alone. So stay."
You gave him a nod, "O-okay."
It's been five months since your mother left you with her ex-boyfriend. You tried contacting her, but all the calls and text messages were left hanging. You have no clue where she went. Did she actually forget about you? Was she so caught up with her own drama that she forgot about her daughter? Yes, you're an adult, but she left you living with a stranger.
The communication between you and Miguel has been dry. Well, they're always dry. At times during dinner, it would be quiet that no one spoke. Most times, while he's busy at his office, it'll just be you eating alone. You immediately felt guilty that you were using his money, so you quickly got a part-time job so you didn't have to rely on him. You don't really plan to live with him forever, right?
One day after you finished your classes, you decided to go on an apartment hunt. You really felt more comfortable moving out. You have no business living there. Luckily, you're able to find a small, affordable place to live. Not ideal, but you'll take whatever seems fit.
It was close to your college and it was perfect for one person, which is all you need.
When you went back, you couldn't seem to hide the happy smile on your face that you couldn't see Miguel sitting on the couch in the living room." What are you so happy about?" He questioned.
His voice caught you off guard it made you jump a bit. "sorry, I didn't see you there. Um...I found a place to live, so I would be out of your hair soon." You placed your book bag down on the floor.
He got up from the grey leather slate couch and walked towards you. His white dress shirt could barely hide all his muscles, especially with a few buttons undone, revealing more of his tanned chest. "You didn't have to do that, mi amor."
"Well, I can't live here forever and you are going to move on soon so-" You couldn't even finish your sentence.
"When I told you to stay, I meant it." His hand caressed the side of your arm. " Estas tan hermorsa, mi amor. (You're so beautiful, my love)." He grabbed your chin to lift your head up so your eyes could meet his. His touch made you feel some type of way. His serious look made you feel something. You shouldn't feel this. This isn't okay. He shook his head lightly, "How can you afford your own place?"
"I- I got a part-time job and I've been saving up." You took a step back, but only for him to follow you more in. "I just don't see why I have to stay here. My mom is not here and the only reason why I'm here is because of her."
"Let me take care of you." He leans in closer to you. "Let me be with you." His last words were a faint whisper that you couldn't hear it well.
"Miguel, I don't think this is appropriate?" You moved your head to the side, walking away from him. "It's best if I move. I don't think this is right."
"Stay." He says.
"No, I can't." You reply to him with his back turned to you.
He turned to you. "Please stay."
You looked around the house. "It's the best for the both of us if I move out of here. One day, you'll get a girlfriend." Miguel closed his eyes and shook his head."..And..I'll get a boyfriend."
He quickly made his eye gaze to look at you and with a swift speed, he walked up to you. "Boyfriend?" His speed made lose your breath a bit. Your body tense up at how tall his structure is. "Is that why you wanted to move out? You have a boyfriend."
You looked at him confused. Why does he seem bothered by this? you thought. "huh?- No. I mean, not now at least. But I will eventually. Just like how you'll get a new partner."
"No. I won't allow that to happen." He grabbed the side of your arms a bit harshly.
"M-Miguel?" You breathed out.
"You aren't moving out. You aren't leaving here, and you're certainly not going to have a fucking boyfriend." Miguel leaned into your ear saying all of these things to you and you felt completely frozen.
You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him off a bit so you could get out of his strong grip. You walked away from him so far that you felt the big bookcase behind your back. "What's the matter with you! You're my mom's ex-boyfriend. You're older than me. You aren't the boss of me and you are not going to shove me around like the others!" You felt your eyes get glossy. Your eyes opened wide with now hearing everything you had said. You shouldn't treat him like this. He has given you shelter and food. Without him offering you to stay, you'll be homeless right now. "I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to"
Miguel felt his hands forming a tight fist. "Like the others?"
"No, I don't know what I'm talking about" You palmed your head trying to fix the situation.
He walked closer to you. He didn't break eye contact with you. "Has anyone ever hurt you?" You didn't say anything back which made him frustrated. "Answer me."
You looked up and realized how close he was to you. No matter how far you get away from him, he seems to always find a way to be close to you. "N-no. It's stupid. Just forget what I said. I'll move out and none of this ever happened okay."
"It's not okay! You're. Not. Leaving. Now tell me what you mean by others or I swear I'll do something you won't love." He looked at you with anger in his eyes. He's a very intimidating man. The most intimidating man you ever met. He held your wrist with one of his hands while his eyes were filled with hatred.
You felt your body tremble with his presence." Y-yes. But it wasn't constant. It was just when one of my mom's ex-boyfriends got angry they took it out on me. It's not bad and it's not serious. Please let go of me."
Miguel took a deep breath before letting you go. "I'm not like the others."
"You sure act like them." You said, but instantly regretted it.
"Mi amor, be careful about what you're going to say next. I really, really don't want to hurt you. So please, be a good girl and do whatever I fucking tell you." Miguel lifts his chin up making his statue be more bigger and taller.
"Why can't I leave? Wouldn't it be easier if I left? I won't cause you any more problems if I leave." You plea to him trying to get reason with him.
He walked away from you, throwing his hands around. "Por dios! that's enough about you leaving! I don't want to hear it anymore!" He screamed at you making you feel weak.
"I was wrong about you. I thought that you were good, but I was wrong. You're just like her ex-boyfriends. All of you!Jerks! Now I understand why she did what she did!" You felt your body tremble with how slowly he was walking back to you.
"If you think bringing up that bitch of your mother is going to get me mad then you are wrong. I! Don't! Care! About her! I'm glad that bitch left." He towered over you, "Now, comparing me to those low-life fucking men, you really just want to push my buttons, sweetheart."
"I hate you!" You felt a small speck of tears falling down in the corner of your eyes, feeling it rolling down your cheek.
"Hate me all you want, it won't change the fact that you are staying no matter what. You aren't leaving me." He grabbed both of your wrists pulling you closer to you. He gripped your face, pinching both of your cheeks with his fingertips. "You. Are. MINE!"
He dragged you back to his bedroom. You kept kicking and screaming, but he didn't care, he kept dragging you to his bed. "Please let go of me! I'm sorry!" You begged him to let you go. He opened his bedroom door and pulled you in holding your waist. He threw you on top of the bed. He shut the door and locked it. You quickly pulled yourself together using his pillows as a shield. "Please don't hurt me! Please!" you sobbed.
He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down, sliding you near the edge of the bed. He separated your legs apart and got between them. His eye contact wasn't breaking off with you, following your head movements all around. He grabbed your face again to make you look at him more clearly. "You're gonna behave?" You nodded feeling the hot tears rolling down. "You'll do what I say. You will live here. You will become my wife and you will be mine. End of story."
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The sound of the hot oil and vegetables sizzling filled the entire kitchen. The sound of the front door opening and closing made the chef hurry and place the finished food onto two plates. The chef fixed his white apron and stood by the dining room table with the food ready to be eaten. He saw Miguel waking in wearing his black blazer with his white dress shirt. "Sir, the food is ready."
"Okay, thank you." Miguel took off his blazer letting out a sigh. Work can get complicated for Miguel, so his coming home a little tired was normal. He could hear another pair of footsteps coming closer to him. He looked to his side and saw you standing there.
You stood in front of him with your fingers fiddling with each other. "Hi." You said softly.
He leaned over, giving you a light kiss on the lips. You accepted it. You accepted a lot of things without resisting anymore. He gave a smile and peck on the cheek. "After we eat, I want to take a bath with you."
You nodded as you took your seat on the dining room table. The chef left back to the kitchen to clean up leaving you and Miguel all alone. Not the first time the both of you have been alone, but now it's different. Now you share his bed. Now you give him a kiss on the lips when he leaves for work. Now the both of you shower together and bathe together when he wants to. The first time he wanted to do this, you protested, but it only resulted in him dragging you and stripping you naked.
He hasn't been intimate with you, but you know when that time comes, your cries won't help you.
You've been with him for six months. Six months of you and him sharing a bed together. In total, you've been in the house for two years now. No word from your mother not like you cared anymore. Miguel made you take online college so you don't have to leave the house. As for the part-time job you had, Miguel had to go in and apologize that you can no longer work. Miguel being rich and successful gave him respect for his name so no one questioned him. Miguel brought in his lawyers to deal with your bank account so you can use his instead whenever you feel like it. If you want to buy clothes or shoes online or anything that you like, you can get by using his money. Recently, he's been discussing marriage licenses with his lawyers. He does want you to have a big wedding, but to make it easy, just getting your marriage license and certificate was enough.
Besides, who are you going to invite to a wedding you're being forced to.
"How was work?" You asked.
"Tiring. It would be a whole lot easier if these interns knew what they were doing instead of keeping their hands in their pants. I swear they changed the ways of teaching now. Don't know how they graduated." He swallowed his food, taking a sip of water. "Speaking of which, I talked to the administrator and they will accept you in to finish college there if you want it. Sure, it'll still be online, but you'll get the education you want." Due to your mother relying on her past boyfriends to cover her finances, you didn't exactly have the benefits of choosing your dream college. Miguel insisted for him to get you in. "Although, I don't see why you'll need it. You have me." He has told you that you won't need the degree. Why? Your future husband is filthy rich and intelligent. "How about If I gave two options. Choose to finish college or I'll give two days to go outside every week." It's been six months since you stepped foot outside. You remember the last time you were out in public. It was when you were looking for a place to live. Miguel ended up buying that entire apartment building, flipping it and now owns it. He doesn't really go there or actually work there, he just hired people to run it really. Because of this, people loved him due to his kindness in getting people jobs on top of that he gave people good homes at affordable prices. He's a real hero to the people.
Finish college or go outside two times every week. On the one hand, you want to finish your goal to finish your studies. On the other, you really wanted to go outside and finally breathe some air. what is the catch though? What's the point? If you do finish college, that degree will sit in the closet collecting dust. If you choose to go outside, what else will there be to it? Do you want a little bit of freedom you can get? Or waste your time doing something you're not going to need?
Miguel can see your head thinking of these two options. "If choose to go out, I'll hire two bodyguards to be with you at all times."
What to choose? What to pick?
The water of the bath was warm and it felt relaxing. Your back was resting on Miguel's torso. You could feel his rock-hard abs and chest. Your head rested on one of his pecks. You felt his arms embracing you. You felt the warmth of his body all over you. The last of the bubbles from the body wash went away from your body and his. The sound of water wooshing around filled the bathroom. "I want to go outside." You finally said.
Miguel smiled at you, giving you a kiss on your cheek.
The smile you had never seen before. The smile you thought that never existed on this man was now showing.
You met two bodyguards Miguel hired. They rarely spoke. They hardly made contact with you which wasn't weird. Miguel told them what they had to do while they were in his home office. You waited outside, ready to go out for the first time in six months.
When they finally got out, they took you outside. Miguel kissed you on the lips and told you to have fun.
The two guards were on your side at all times. Even when you were in the bathroom with a bunch of stalls, the female bodyguard went in with you. When any other male figure even turned their heads to you, the male bodyguard gave them a look. The two guards wore sunglasses so you don't even though the color of their eyes.
One thing for sure though, is that they noticed how you didn't buy anything during your trips to the mall or any store. They dressed this to Miguel since they had to report everything you did whenever you would go out.
Eventually, it led to Miguel talking to you. The both of you were in bed getting ready to sleep when you felt his arm wrapping around your torso. "Don't hesitate to buy anything you want. If you want it then get it, mi amor. My money is your money."
If you spend his money it means that you have accepted this fate. You've accepted him and this new life. Are you ready to accept it?
The sun was shining through making everything hot and glow. The beautiful tiles on the floor and little square pots with trees in every other corner and center. People walk by with their shopping bags looking for their store to shop in. The outside mall is probably one of your favorite spots. Look at you, just like your mother. The two guards by your side, walking along with you. The only thing you got was a pretzel. You don't know what you want? Why are you there in the first place?
You offered your pretzal bites to the guards, but they didn't accept it. They're really serious about this then. You ended up seeing a nice jacket on display. It was a jacket perfect for your style. You entered in looking for it. When you finally found it you checked the price and cringed at how expensive it was for you. Do you really need to spend that kind of money on a jacket? Are you even going to wear it?
You let your mind turn off and your body control you. You grabbed the jacket from the rack and made your way to the front counter. The cashier asked you if you found everything okay and you replied yes. When she said the total, you grabbed the card that Miguel gave you and pressed it on the little card reader. When the machine said 'approved' you sighed with how dumb this decision might've been. You walked out of the store and told the guards that you were ready to go home.
Little did you know that one of your mom's friends saw you walking out?
When you got home, Miguel asked you how the trip to the mall was and the guard told them everything that you did. He then asked to see you wear the jacket. You put on the jacket and showed it to him. He got up from his chair and got closer to you. He palmed your cheek and pulled your face to kiss you on the lips. "It looks gorgeous, mi amor. You look gorgeous."
"I might return it." Still not satisfied with the choice you made. Are you ready for this?
"Why?" He questioned.
"I might not even wear it." You said back to him.
"You could wear it to our first date." He said.
He never took you out on an actual date. He's been too busy with trying to get you used to your life. However, since you have been good lately, he felt like it was ready to take you out somewhere special. "Date?"
"Yes. I want to take you. So, tomorrow, I'll come home early, we'll get ready and enjoy ourselves." He kissed your cheek, tracing his lips closer to your ear. "I want our first time to be special."
You had a hard time sleeping. You kept replaying the things he said to you in his office. When you finally shut your eyes, morning already come. Miguel left early for work so you didn't wake up with him by your side. You had your breakfast that the chef prepared. You went back to the bedroom, walking past your old bedroom that you stayed in. Miguel turned it into a regular guest bedroom or an empty bedroom for future 'family members.' You go through your side of the walk-in closet and pick out an outfit (Whatever style outfit fits you). You laid it out on the bed and started to feel a bit nervous.
You never had a man to treat like this. Is it bad? Is it good? He shut you out from the world and forced you to be with him. Should you be grateful? Is Miguel a complete psycho?
You're going to spend a special night with him. Your first time with him. You never thought it would be him. Yes, he's fit and handsome. Yes, he has everything a woman wants. Yes, he's caring and he's caring to you. Are you ready though?
As hours pass you finally got up and took a shower. You get ready, putting on your shoes that match the outfit perfectly. By the time you finished, Miguel already got home and took a shower. You waited in the living room fiddling with your fingers. Picking a bit of skin in your cuticles. If you had a purse, you would clutch onto the straps. Miguel has mentioned that you don't need to carry a purse when you're with him because he has all you need.
When he got out, he was wearing a dark navy blazer with pants that matched, a white dress shirt, and a red tie. His hair was slick back as usual. You stood up. "eres una belleza, mi amor." he said to you.
He took your hand and led you out of the house and into the back of his black SUV. He sat right next to you with his hand on your thigh. On the ride, you hardly spoke. It was just Miguel talking to you about the place you guys are going. You did wonder where he was going to take you.
When you got out of the car, you saw a big helicopter in front of you. The nervousness came back. You never done this before. You clutched to Miguel's arm for comfort. Really, the only comfort you have. "Don't be scared. I'll be right next to you."
He led you inside the helicopter with his help. You put on the headset and strap in the seat belt. Miguel was talking to the helicopter pilot. The pilot is a dear friend of Miguel and is the one to take Miguel wherever he needs. Miguel pointed out the view by your side and told you to look. When you did, you were in awe at how beautiful it was. All the lights blend in. The sunset setting down. It was amazing.
When the stop was made, Miguel helped you out of the helicopter by grabbing your waist and lifting you down. He held your hand as he guided you inside the big fancy restaurant. The restaurant looked like the inside of a Victorian opera house. You won't be surprised if it was one. The hostess said hi to Miguel and took the both of you into a nice room with a nice round table with a white cloth. It was perfectly decorated. All the staff talked to Miguel as if he was a regular here. Again, you won't be surprised if he comes here often. The hostess handed you the menu, even the menu was fancy. The first thing you did notice was the prices. The prices were through the roof. Not even a side salad was affordable. Do the ingredients have magic powers or something? You thought.
"What're you getting?" Miguel asked, placing the many down on the table. The sound of light jazz music played throughout the restaurant and it sounded like it was live.
"I'm getting (Whatever you want)" You looked out trying to take a peek through the red velvet curtains.
"They're playing jazz on the first floor. They bring in jazz players or pianists to play for the people here. Sometimes an orchestra." He said.
You took a sip of your water admiring the architecture of the place that you are in. When the waiter came in, you told him what you wanted, the same with Miguel. Soon, the both of you are eating the most delicious food you have ever tasted in your life.
"Delicious right?" Miguel saw the way you were enjoying it. You nodded in response. "Five years ago, I went here with some business partners to talk about expanding the way science should be taught. When I first tasted the food, I fell in love with it."
"Your past girlfriends must've been happy being here." You said, softly.
"No. I never took any of my ex-girlfriends here. This is a special place for me. I wanted to bring someone who I knew would enjoy it with me forever. That person is you." He went to grab the check that the waiter put down and put his black card inside, handing it back to the waiter.
He took you back out and enjoyed the night and the stars riding the helicopter. He griped on your thigh as you gripped on his biceps. The wind was nice and it wasn't too harsh so it didn't ruin your hair, but the air felt nice on your skin.
Back home, the lights were dimmed. He started to guide back to the bedroom. This is when you felt fear. You forgot about this part. You were enjoying yourself so much that you forgot the other part of the date. He turned your back to him and started to take off your jacket that you just bought. He held your waist sliding his hand up and down.
He then started to shift your clothes off your body until you were left with your undergarments. He turned you around so you can face him. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and began to take off his clothes. He tugged his red tie and threw on one of the armchairs, unbuttoned his dress shirt, unbuckled his belt, and zipped his pants. When he was in his briefs, you felt your heart racing.
He went in and kissed your neck. leaving trails of wet kisses all over your collarbone. You felt his fingers trying to unhook your bra, but you quickly grabbed his arms to stop him. "Wait. I don't think I can do this."
He stopped kissing you and pulled away to look at you. "Why?"
Why? Is he serious? Why? "Because I don't want it." You saw him placing his hand on his forehead and his other hand on his waist. "Because you're my mom's ex-boyfriend."
"Ay, que caramba! Por dios! ya estoy harto que tu siempre mencionas esto!" He yelled at you. "I don't love her! I don't care about her! She never meant anything to me!" He bent over and hovered over you, "When I first met her, I wasn't planning on being with her. I didn't like her. But when she introduced you to me, I realized who was meant for me."
"Me?" Your eyes widened with what he just confessed.
"Yes! you! It was a pain to sleep next to her knowing that you were in the other room. It was a pain when she gave me a kiss on the lips when you were sitting there watching. I felt heartbroken for you. For you to see it." His eyes were lighted, " So, I worked long hours so I could avoid her. Never meant to avoid you. It worked because when I found out that she slept with other men, it was enough for me to kick her out."
"I don't understand?" Why not just kick her out before?
"I have control, I do. But when you are there, I can't help myself." Miguel remembered the day your mother caught him jerking off while moaning your name. It was the first argument they actually had without you there. You were attending your college course classes during all of this, so how would you know this happened. Your mother was angry. More angry at you for catching his attention than her. It made sense since he never showed any actual interest in your mother, especially in bed. She also felt embarrassed as well that he was more interested in you than her. So she told Miguel that she would leave and take you far away from him, but he didn't want that. If he kicked her out then she would take you with her. However, when he caught her in bed with another man it was enough to get back at her. He knew that she was money-hungry for men, that she'd choose them over you. So when she found her new toy, she was already on her way out. "I never slept with her, If that's what you're worried about? I never did. Most nights I slept in the armchair so I wouldn't be in the same bed as her. At times I would sleep on the couch and leave for work early."
"So..this entire time you wanted..." You felt so dumb to not notice all the signs. There were no signs at all.
"You. I wanted you. Now that I have you here. Sleeping in the same bed as me, I'm not going to let you go. EVER! I want to marry you, kiss you, make love to you, have kids with you, grow old with you. I want you. I need you. I'll kill anyone and anything that gets in our way." He went on and kissed you deeply. He moved you more onto the bed.
He yanked your bra off your body. He started to massage your breast with his large hands. He gripped the line of your panties and pulled them down. He ignored you. Ingorned your cries to stop. It was so into his own head, he didn't hear your plea.
He pulled down his briefs, feeling his cock hardened. He spread your legs apart and starts to circle your clit. He inserted his finger inside and started to pump in and out. He felt the inside of your walls. When he did enough to get you wet, he inserted his cock inside you. He nuzzled in your neck, kissing you, and leaving hickeys all over your collarbone and neck. He let his cock rest inside your pussy for a while so you can get used to his size. He knows that he's big, so he wanted to make sure that you take him well. The pain was through as you dug your nails on his back. Maybe you should enjoy it? You should be grateful.
He moved his hips slowly, moving back and forth. Soon the pace began to fasten. The sound of the bed creaking filled the room. The sound of his grunts and moans entered into your ear. "Fuck. Yes..ahh..mhm~" He placed his hand on the sides of your head and thrust inside you harder and faster. "You're gonna make me cum, baby."
His balls were slapping your ass as he lifted your waist off the bed and fucked you in harder than ever. Your thighs were vibrating with how fast he was going. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. When he felt like he was going to ejaculate, he embraced you into him, and you felt your breast against his own muscle pecks. "Ah! Fuck! Take my cum, sweetheart." He felt his semen injecting inside you. He felt your womb being filled up that some of his cum spilled out and ran down his balls. You held on to him tight feeling your body being filled up by him. Your thighs shook with how hard he fucked you. Your tears were now dried up and your sobs turned into slight whimpers. You felt your face heating up. An older man just took your virginity. You felt ashamed, but good at the same time.
"I'm not done with you, mi amor." He huffed as the last drop of cum left his still-rocked hard cock. He sat down on the bed and pulled you on top of him. You sat between his legs as he spread your legs apart once more. His fingers went down and started to play with your clit. You covered your mouth to stop you from moaning, but it angered Miguel. "Don't! I wanna hear you, querida"
"M-Miguel...Ahh~ mmm..." You felt his fingers flicking your clit and rubbing it slowly. You wanted him to go faster. His other hand went and groped your breast, he pinched your nipple while rubbing your throbbing clit. "It...Ahhh! it feels good, Miguel! Ahhh~....mmm~...faster please."
"Want me to go faster?" the tip of his finger was gently circling your clit that was begging for him to get abused.
"Yes! Mmmm~....Yes! Please!" Your head was thrown back at the feeling of his touch.
"Yes what, mi amor?" He pinched your clit and moved it side to side, slowly.
"Yes!...oh god!...Mhmmm~...ngh..faster!...." You felt your lips opening your pussy with the amount of pleasure you are feeling. The wetness filled all over your area. You felt wetness and some of his cum leaking out to the bed. Miguel's thought of you squirting all over the bed turned him on even more. The bed filled with your juices made him more horny than ever. You felt his rock-hard cock on your back. It didn't help that with his movements he was making towards your clit was making you squirm your back, rubbing his cock in the process. "Please.. go faster...Ahh!...Ngh...yes Daddy~."
With that, he rubbed your clit at a fast speed. "Like this, mi amor."
Your pussy was getting wet and wet with each orgasm you were having. "Yes..Ahh!..ooh!..mmm~!"
Sweat was dripping down your face and body. "This pussy is so good. I'm gonna fucking abuse this pussy. Yes, baby. Yeah~." He slapped your clit a couple times which caused a few leaks to spray out.
"Yes! Yes!~" Your eyes were closed shut. Your breath was losing control.
"Who's this pussy belong to." He slapped your clit one more time. "Is this daddy's pussy baby..yeah. Fuck! Your so fucking wet." He slapped your entire pussy feeling the wetness on his hand. He rubbed your clit even more but would stop just to see it twitch. "This clit is so juicy. This belongs to me. Look at it throb. Fuck! You're driving me insane amor!"
Soon you felt like you were going to explode. You didn't care about the mess, you wanted the pleasure to continue. You arched your back and felt your pussy squirting all over the bed sheets. A pool of your juices formed under your ass cheeks.
It didn't stop. It never stopped. He inserted his fingers inside you again and played with your walls. He wasn't pumping in and out, he was rubbing your walls on the inside. He opened your pussy even more and you felt another gush of your juices squirting out again. The bed sheets were drenched with all your juices. "It's like a waterfall." He continued to rub your red clit more. He would lick his fingers and go on to flick your clit.
"Oh god! Ahh! Ahh!~" You felt his entire palm rubbing it.
"I want to taste you." He grabbed your clit and abused it even more making you squirt all over.
He picked you up and placed you on the armchair. He kneeled down and spread your legs. He saw a good view of your pussy he began to dive in. He licked you all over. "Fuck! It's so good! Don't stop! Don't stop...oh~" you screamed out. You gripped his head and felt his tongue flicking more of your clit. He felt a small spray of your juices landing on his face. He can't get enough. He wanted to drown in it. "Yes! Fuck me! Daddy! Fuck me! This pussy is yours!" Another gush of squirt left your body. Miguel went in and drank as much of it as he could.
He told you to kneel on the floor and you did. He sat down on the armchair and told you to open your mouth. When you did, he shoved his cock inside your mouth.
You looked at him and felt the warmth of his cock down your throat. He bobbed your head up and down moaning. "Fuck!...you like sucking my cock baby...shit!...mmm~...oh fuck." It didn't take too long for him to cum inside your mouth. He pulled out and let the rest of his cum spray all over your face. "Ahh~...shit....look at you...covered with my semen...Open your mouth, mi amor." You did. You showed him the cum inside your mouth. "Swallow it~"
He wanted to cover you with more of his cum so he started to jerk off. "Touch yourself. I want you to touch yourself, mi amor."
You sat on the floor and spread your legs to show him your full view of your sensitive spot. You never touched yourself before. You picked on your clit and felt it warm and wet. You went all out and fingered your clit with your hand while the other was keeping you up. You closed your eyes and rested your head back. "Look at me. I want to see you." Miguel said, feeling his balls bouncing up and down. You looked at him, biting your lip, feeling tears going down with how good the pleasure was. Your legs couldn't stop shaking with how much you're stimulated. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you felt more squirt coming out of you. You came too early that you wanted to insert a finger inside you. So you ignored that cum and shoved a finger inside. You never felt the inside of your walls. The fact that Miguel was watching it was making you act crazy. "Good girl. Fuck...you're such a good girl.." He huffed and swallowed the little bit of saliva in his mouth. He felt cum about to come out, but he stopped himself making him edge.
You played with your pussy, digging inside and rubbing your walls until you found your g-spot. Your legs tremble as your fingers got covered with more of your own cum. A pool formed on the floor filled with pussy juice.
Miguel moaned out as cum sprayed out of his penis and covered your face.
You don't know how long the two of you were at. He came inside you three more times and made you squirt so many times, you felt your legs going numb.
You don't remember the rest of the night. When you woke up, you felt fresh new bedsheets over you. Your skin felt clean and smooth. When you tried to get out of bed, your legs felt so sore that you couldn't budge.
You heard the bedroom door open and saw Miguel in nothing but sweatpants. "Good morning, mi amor" He was carrying a tray of food and brought it to your side.
"What time is it?" You asked.
"It's already noon. I woke up thirty minutes ago." He placed the tray on your lap.
"You didn't go to work?" You took a sip of the water, feeling your body getting hydrated.
"Why would I go to work after the night we both had." He smiled remembering all of the things you both had done. "Last night..was the best night I ever had. I love you."
He loves you. "I don't..I don't remember what else happened..how-"
He let out a small chuckle, "it's alright, cariño. I changed the bedsheets and gave the both of us a bath. When I put you back on the bed, you immediately knocked out. You were so tired mi vida. Next time I'll go gentle on you, I'm sorry."
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It's been a few days since that night. Everything went back to how it was. Miguel was more physical with you. The two guards were still there when you wanted to go out.
Eventually, Miguel told you that he wanted to take you where he works that way you could have a feel for what he does. He never brought it anyone personal, or anyone at all. So when people saw him bringing you, they were shocked. He showed you all of the building and what exactly each person does. For someone who works at a very large building with many, many people, he has a good memory of the names of his employees.
Miguel had to excuse himself to you when he was called into an important meeting. You went and saw a vending machine outside the cafeteria and decided to get yourself a little snack. You were about to put in some quarters from your pocket when you heard another male voice behind you. You turned around and a guy wearing a lab coat and his name tag on the little pocket of the coat. "Sorry." You moved to the side, but he followed along. You looked to your sides and saw no one around.
"What a pretty girl like you doing here?" The guy said.
"Um..my boyfriend brought me here." You said.
"Boyfriend? Always the pretty ones get taken. So who's the lucky guy? Or are you just lying?" You excused yourself and started to walk away.
He ran up to you, "So what's your name?" He said.
"Why?" You questioned.
"Can't I know the pretty girl's name?" He said in almost an offended tone.
"I have to go." You walked a bit faster, but you could hear his footsteps getting closer to you. You didn't want to cause any trouble, especially at Miguel's work.
You also certainly didn't want to make Miguel mad. Everything was going good, you didn't want to anger him.
Your prayers have been heard because the two guards came and told the guy to basically fuck off. You never thought you would be happy to see your two guards. "Please don't tell Miguel about this. I don't want him to worry. I don't want to cause trouble. Please."
They didn't reply, which was the usual for them to do, but you hoped that they'd listen.
When Miguel finished his meeting, he met up with you and the two of you went back home together.
You thought that the two guards kept the secret because Miguel never mentioned it. He didn't really need to. That guy won't bother you ever again.
While the both of you were enjoying dinner, the doorbell rang. You looked at Miguel who looked back at you confused.
Who's here at this time?
Miguel went to answer it and saw someone he never thought he'd see. "What are you doing here?"
The woman rolled her eyes and made her way inside the home. "You'd think I'll just leave? Just like that?" She snapped her fingers.
You made your way to the front door and saw her. Your mother.
You can tell she changed her looks..again. Your mother looked at you and gave you a disgusted look. "So it is true. You're with her!"
"What are you talking about?" Miguel asked.
"A little birdy told me that she was out shopping at an expensive store." She crossed her arms. "I know she doesn't have money and knowing you and that weird fantasy you had, made me think? Has he really gone all out and started a relationship with my daughter?"
"I'm not your daughter." You said with hatred in your eyes. You had enough of her behavior. Of her stupidity. Of her immaturity.
"Whores don't get to talk!" She screamed at you.
"Don't call her that! The only whore here is you!" Miguel screamed back at her. You went behind Miguel, holding his arm.
"Please! Because of her you lost interest in me! Because of her! Our relationship ended." She yelled.
"Mi amor, go to the room. I'll handle this okay." Miguel told you. You didn't want to but also didn't want to disobey him. You nodded and went to your guy's shared bedroom. You shut the door and climbed on top of the bed.
Miguel stormed up to her with his face fuming with anger. " There was no relationship, you fucking bitch. Me and you never existed. I was only using you to get close to (Y/N). The only one I care about is her. The only one I love is her. You are nothing to me." He saw her hand raising up and swinging forward towards the side of his face, but he saw right through. He caught her hand mid-air, "Don't you fucking dare."
She yanked away from his grip. "I'll tell people about you and her. I'll tell people how you are forcing a young 20-year-old to be in a relationship with you. I wonder how the people are gonna say that a guy in his late 30s is with a young girl without her consent?" She smeared a smirk on her face. "After all, I'm her mother, so people are most likely gonna say 'oh, poor her. She's looking after her daughter from a disgusting man. I Can't believe someone like Miguel O'Hara would do that.' What do you think?"
"I'll make sure to make your life a living fucking hell, you disgusting piece of shit!" His tone was deep and dark and your mom thought she was speaking with the devil.
"Me? Disgusting? At least I didn't masturbate at the thought of a young girl. So let's weigh our options." She looked around at the big fancy house that she used to call home. "You go back to provide for me and I'll let you and that thing I call a daughter to continue dating or whatever the relationship is. Or! I'll tell people about this and ruin your reputation. I mean who would the people believe. Two poor women crying for help or a rich man who got exposed for being a perverted old man."
"So that's what this is all about. Money. What? Did your boyfriend finally realize what a whore you are and left your ass!?" He exclaimed. "You can tell people whatever you want. (Y/N) will never take your side. You heard her! You are not her mother. All the things you had done to her, you really think she will defend on your honor. The only thing she'll do is expose your ass on how much of a terrible mother you are. Uh? Let's see. let's weigh our options." He said mimicking her. " You get the fuck out of my house and never show your face here again. Or we'll expose how you neglected your own daughter for your own benefits and you let other men emotionally abuse her and how you left her alone here with me. I'll tell me people that I gave her a place to live because her own mother was too selfish that she didn't care she was going to make her own daughter homeless."
"She'll listen to me. She'll do what I say. She always does. Deep down, she wants what's best for her mother. What? You think that wasn't the only time she had said that. Please, she throws those tantrums all the time, and in the end, she will always be by my side." She tilted her head," So." She looked at him from top to bottom. "I'll take a check every two weeks. Maybe around 5,000 dollars. Obviously, I'll ask for more later on. That's all I'm asking. Or else, I'll take her away from you."
She turned around with a smile on her face. "Tell (Y/N) I said goodbye."
Miguel couldn't even hear what had been said. Everything was turned into an echo. The fact that she can take you away. Everything Miguel wanted was going to be taken away from him. He felt his blood boil with anger. He felt the hatred increase towards her and he didn't hesitate to grab a mimick mini statue of David sitting on one of the tables. With one swing, he smacked the statue on her head. It caused her to fall down on the floor. Miguel looked at the statue and saw blood on the corner from the base. He looked over on the floor and saw her lifeless body. A pool of blood formed around her corpse. Miguel tapped her with his foot to see if she was still alive, but there was no movement. He didn't freak out. He didn't panic. He smiled. He smiled that she was finally gone.
You waited for Miguel to come in and tell you what had happened. What did she want?
It felt like ages waiting for him.
At last, he finally entered the room. He looked a bit rough. His shirt was half unbuttoned and dirt spots showed on his white shirt. "What happened? What did she want? Why are you dirty?" You questioned. You had so many questions.
"She just wanted some money, I gave her a few hundred dollar bills and told her to never come here again. She was a bit angry but accepted the fact that she couldn't do anything." He explained, taking off his shoes.
"What happened to your shirt and pants?" You pointed it out.
"Well, she stormed off and crushed a couple of the roses out front. I went out and replaced them. That's why I took too long." He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
"She's not coming back?" You asked.
"No. I told her that if she showed her face here again, I'd call the police. I guess that got her scared. It's most likely she's leaving the country or something. She told me she found a new man, so we won't be seeing her." He looked at you and saw how you were tearing up. "Mi Amor? Que tienes?" He got on the bed and crawled to you. He wiped away a tear falling down from the corner of your eye with his thumb. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's stupid." You couldn't help but let a low sob escape your lips.
"It's not stupid if you're crying. Tell me. I can help you." He said in a concerned tone.
"It's...it's just that...she's my mom. She's my mom and she never cared about me. She never did. Why didn't she love me? What did I do wrong?" You cried to him.
Miguel went over and pulled you into a hug. You sobbed on his chest. He caressed your hair and arms. "Ya mi vida. Forget about her okay. She doesn't deserve your tears. Hey, it's her loss okay. She was never grateful to have a beautiful and kind daughter like you. Any other mother would be happy to have you as a daughter."
"Really?" You looked at him with your glossy eyes.
"Of course, mi vida." He wiped the last tears on your face. "I'm grateful to have you in my arms. You might've not received love from her, but I'll give you all the love and care you deserve. I'll never leave you. I'll love you till the day we die."
You spent the night sleeping in his arms.
Miguel couldn't help but smile at the sight he was seeing. You are finally his. His and forever.
It might've taken a while and a few hardships, but his goal was finally accomplished.
He saved you from a heartache.
He is a hero we all deserve and need.
(That's all. Not sure if I want to continue this story, soooo maybe oneshot?)
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Reasons ꙳ ੭ * ‧
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synopsis: though he’s afraid to admit it, chan has an undeniably huge crush on you. in attempt to get his point somewhat across, he drops a few hints leading all the way up until the Valentine’s Day office party, but will that mean he finally confesses his true feelings?
genre: bang chan x fem!reader | coworkers to lovers wc: 3.1k tags/warnings: fluff, office romance, mild cursing, mentions of alcohol usage, kissing, reader is kinda obsessed w/ chan’s body but who tf isn’t ??
now playing 🎧: dream girl by crisaunt
[this is the first installment of my new valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding the themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]
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If there’s one thing Chan could never refuse to resist no matter how hard he tries, it’s you — nothing else came near as close. You were his Kryptonite, Achille’s heel, whatever you want to call it. Chan was willing to do just about anything for you, ask him to jump and he’ll promptly answer “how high?” You had him wrapped around your little finger with a pristine, glittery brow. Some could say it was quite uncanny how he’d avidly jump at your every need and request. Whether it be from a small but adoring comment about the way you looked in your outfits or whenever he sees you struggling with something, he drops any amount of work he was doing to go help you instead. There’s no way he was doing all this just out of the kindness of his heart, everyone saw right through those tactics. Clearly there was an underlying ulterior motive in the back of his mind, and most people with a brain knew of this as fact not fiction.
Everyone that is, except you.
The minute someone brings Chan’s name up you get super defensive. You often feel the need to because of how almost every person in the office ships you two together. One of the main instigators— Mirae, your cubicle neighbor and karaoke buddy, had a habit of doing this constantly. She’s the first ever friend you made here and is a total ray of sunshine to work with, but also has the biggest mouth. She’d go around telling people that Chan has a crush on you all because he does so many selfless gestures to “impress” you. Once that got around , rumors began spreading like wildfire and suddenly it turned into you and Chan were dating.
As soon as you heard all of that you immediately shut the suspicions down, explaining that you two were simply just friends and how he’s a sweet, gentle soul. Which he most certainly is but his friendliness didn’t only stop at you, it extended to all the other employees as well. He’s the type of person who would make sure everyone else has food and a warm shelter before worrying about himself in the freezing cold. There aren’t many out there with a noble personality like Chan’s, he’s like an elderly man trapped in a young person’s body, always giving the most wise and stark advice. His way of thinking may be a little old fashioned but that didn’t make him boring by any means, he was quite fun when he wasn’t so immersed in his work.
You’ve tried to get him to let loose a bit more, even invited him out for drinks after work with your other coworkers but he declined each time. It never felt like rejection to you though, he’d be smiling the whole time he’s saying “no” but it didn’t seem disingenuous. The only reason he never took up any of your offers were either one of 3 things:
A). He’s far too nervous to get drinks with you
B). He’s too buried in his work
C). The gym is his second home
You and Chan are two vastly different people. He’s definitely the more laidback type who likes to stay at home while you love to going out and enjoy a fun night on the town with friends. Despite him knowing this, he’s never been one to judge your choices or care about what you decide to do outside of work. He even brings you hangover medicine when you come back on Monday looking like you’ve had way too many last weekend — a literal angel in human form. You wonder who the lucky lady will be that gets to marry him someday, it’s evident he’ll be a family man and would most certainly be the best dad any child could ask for. He truly possessed every lovely quality there is all in one person, a rarity that’s more hard to come by each passing day. You don’t know what you could’ve done in your past life to deserve to know someone like Chan, but you don’t regret it one bit.
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This morning went like any other typical morning, you’d come to work slightly exhausted from being out later than expected. Usually, Chan would go up to your cubicle and flash a doting smile at you as he places a fresh cup of coffee on your desk. It’s always the little things that made you most content, a handsome guy delivering you your favorite cappuccino — sounds like the ideal life. However, things were slightly different on this particular morning.
Awaiting you at your desk was a large bouquet of flowers displayed in a decorative ceramic vase, accompanied by your warm beverage. You also notice something peeking out from the petals, a small white envelope without a name on it. Curiosity gets the best of you, rushing to open it and read what follows:
‘happy Valentine’s Day ___, these flowers will never be as gorgeous as you but I hope they bring you joy or at least make you half as happy as you make me everyday that I’m with you.
- CB.’
Well, you definitely weren’t expecting that note to be so… sweet ? Though it was a bit short, the message was clear, whoever wrote that really wants you to know exactly how they feel. You had to admit, reading that did make your heart skip a little— maybe even had you blushing and twirling a couple strands of hair. What caught you most off guard were the initials, ‘CB’, those letters seemed awfully familiar. Then you realize there’s only one person whose initials you personally knew that could match those; your coworker Chan. Your throat goes dry as you nervously attempt to swallow, unable to form any stable or coherent thoughts. Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared you for this kind of revelation.
Scoping out the area to see if Chan was around, you couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. You consider the idea of texting him but ultimately you decide not to as you think it’d be weird to assume he even did this. They’re just similar initials that’s it, you’re probably reading too much into it. Maybe you really are going crazy or something.
“Oh my god, someone sent you those?!” A chirpy voice startles you, instantly recognizing it as Mirae who’s now behind you.
“Uh, yeah I guess so..” you acknowledge nonchalantly. Parting your lips just a tad as you take a sip of delicious espresso.
“Ah. I wonder who could’ve done it?” She fake pauses to take a gander at the possibilities, “It’s definitely not the guy with the Aussie accent and name rhymes with Pan!”
You almost spit out your drink. “Shut up!”
“Oh you know I’ll never do that sweetie.” She giggles at you being all flustered, “plus I’m right you just don’t wanna admit it.”
This is like an everyday conversation you have with her, it’s nothing new. “No, I’m a logical person and I know that me and Chan are just friends. That’s all we’ll ever be and nothing more!”
It’s exhausting having to keep defending yourself from the same rhetoric all your coworkers spew daily, and even more ridiculous how fast word gets out around here. Those rumors of you and Chan dating are still being told today, even after it’s been a good year and a half since it all started.
“Friends can also develop feelings for each other overtime y’know?” Mirae lazily rests her arm on your desk as she continues her speech, “I mean I’ve never fallen for a friend so I wouldn’t know.. but this is different! Do you not pay any attention at all to the way he treats you? He’s such a simp for you it drives me insane.”
Confused more than ever, you blankly stare back at her, “huh?” You just took every favor Chan has done as being a nice, thoughtful coworker.
“Okay I’ll give you an example, remember when everyone at lunch had that whole ‘Vernon is gay or bi debate’ and Chan agreed with every single thing you said even if it didn’t make sense? If that doesn’t scream simp behavior then I don’t know what does!”
Your doubt still doesn’t waver, “I just have a very compelling way of getting people to side with me!”
Mirae rolls her eyes so hard they could go to the back of her skull. “For the love of God ___, stop acting so dense at the obvious. It’s pretty much known in this entire office that Chan’s always been totally, 100% into you.”
“It is?” You blink rapidly.
“Yes! I can’t believe you’re even still shocked about this, the guy’s constantly making cartoon heart eyes whenever he sees you!” She states, voice laced with a dash of envy as she pouts, “I wish I had someone who looked at me like that.”
Her sadness is short lived when her face animates again, as if a light bulb just went off in her brain. “Wait I have the perfect idea, you should get him to ask you out at the Valentine’s party!”
“Um.. I don’t think he’ll go, he’s not a party kinda guy remember?” You sigh in reluctance, unsure of what to think at this point.
That doesn’t seem to bring Mirae’s mood down, she only reassures you with more positivity. “Trust me, he’ll be changing a completely different tune once he finds out you’re going.”
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Work events are always somewhat a bit of a drag. You didn’t particularly care for them, but you do like socializing with most of your coworkers and other fellow staff on the team. The free alcohol is also another great selling point for you to go. Gina makes the best Jell-O shots and whenever there’s a work function going on she goes all out to prepare them. This time she made some strawberry daiquiri flavored ones, topped with a dollop of whipped cream and pink heart sprinkles to fit the theme.
You grabbed one immediately from the table, looking everywhere to see if you can spot Chan but still no luck. The fact this is making you slightly upset is beyond you, but you’ve never been one to fully understand your emotions. Maybe you were right after all for thinking he wouldn’t show up. Sometimes Mirae can try a bit too hard at getting your hopes up, but you had to figure out if he was the one who actually sent the flowers or not. ‘Who the fuck else could be CB?’ You thought, it had to be him, if not you’ll be blaming Mirae for years of mental damage and distress.
This job wasn’t the first thing you had in mind by any means, but it seemed like a friendly and open work environment when you came in for an interview. You ran into Chan that same day and he started talking to you in the lobby as you waited for your turn. He had the most illuminating, pearly white smile and his accent made the most mundane words sound a thousand times hotter. You secretly hoped you’d get this job just so you can talk to Chan all day. Fast forward to almost a year and a half later you’re now closer than ever and it feels like a privilege to work with someone as amazing as him.
As you finish your Jell-O shot, you try finding the nearest trash can but end up bumping into Gina. “Hey ___! Did you like the strawberry daiquiris I made?” She kindly surveys for feedback, flashing a cute puppy dog look at you.
“Duh, of course! I love everything you make Gigi, I might have to grab another one before they’re all gone!” You praise her kindly, “by the way have you seen Chan at all?” It was a bit a random of you to ask but you couldn’t just stand around and wait for him to magically show up.
Gina thinks for a moment and finally replies, “Nah I haven’t! Why’d you ask though?”
“Oh no reason really! Was just wondering I guess-” you awkwardly shrug off, taking a step back as you walk out the break room to go into the main hallway. Heading over to the water dispenser you grab a small paper cup and bring it under the cold water option, before pressing the button a deep voice causes you to freeze in place. Recognizing that raspy voice from anywhere, it was Chan calling out after you.
“Hey, ___!” You hear him shout from a distance, jogging towards you with an ambiguous look on his face. “Could I talk to you for a moment?” He asks once he gets closer, chest slowly rising up through his white collared shirt as he’s catching his breath.
You never really took note how chiseled his body looked, maybe it was the form-fitting material of the shirt but the outline of his pecs went perfectly in sync with the way his toned arms clung to the fabric. It was clear as day Chan takes working out very seriously, mesmerized by the sheer dedication it must’ve took to even achieve a dreamlike physique such as this. Realizing you still haven’t answered yet and have just been staring at this man’s chest for what seemed like centuries, you finally croak out a response.
“Uh, yeah- sure!”
He clears his throat in preparation, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.. for a while now actually.”
Chan doesn’t seem like his usual keen self, he’s acting much more quiet and reserved, as if he’s got loads of worries on his mind. It makes you wonder…
Your heart began to race at a faster pace, not knowing what the outcome will be, you indulge in him anyway. “Hm? What is it? Don’t just leave me hanging, spill!”
Again he goes quiet, like there’s a force holding him back from saying what he truly wants. He’s usually a lot more confident and well spoken when he talks to you but this was a new side of Chan you haven’t seen before. You find it a bit endearing to be honest, it makes him more down to earth. What’s there not to like about him truthfully?
“Well uh.. you see I-”
“___! Where the heck were you we’re about to take another sho-” Mirae catches you two of you off guard, unknowingly walking in what seemed like a deep conversation. “Ohh, oopsies did I interrupt something? I didn’t mean to, s-sorry!” You noticed some of her words slurring a bit and couldn’t contain a tiny giggle, it didn’t take much alcohol for her to get tipsy.
The minute she’s gone and the two of you are alone once again, the energy shifts dramatically. You gaze up at Chan to see his brows slanted into a train of thought. He wasn’t saying anything, just staring right back at you with a cryptic look. Unable to gauge the direction of this situation, you think of what to possibly say to make it less cumbersome. Before you could utter a single word, he finally speaks up.
“Let’s get outta here,” He quickly suggests, yanking your hand as he roughly takes it in his palm to lead the way. His movements are swift and eager, knowing exactly where he’s going as you’re left with even more questions and zero answers.
“Where’re we going?” You sheepishly inquire, bewildered by his sudden unpredictable action.
He doesn’t answer you. Instead he’s continuing the journey, remaining in focus all the way until he reaches the back entrance. Opening the door in a hurry to make it outside, a rush of cool air hits the back of your skin from a tiny bit of flesh being exposed. Chan brings his hands up to your arms, pinning them to your sides as he pushes you back against the brick wall of the building. His hooded eyes were fixated on you like an animal looking at its prey. It almost felt intimidating, as if he was the whole universe and you were but a mere spectacle compared to him.
“Wait what’re you do-” you’re impatiently cut off as he leans in, pupils widening when you’re abruptly met with a pair of lips pressed against your own. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, rendered still from the shock of this suddenly happening. An array of goosebumps scatter your suspended body, words can’t describe the way you feel in this moment— it’s pure bliss.
Eventually you do kiss him back once the shock wears off, parting your lips more to let him gain further access into your world. It was the most mind numbingly passionate, messy kiss you’ve ever experienced in a lifetime, wanting but Chan’s lips on yours forever and ever.
As you both pull away it’s quiet again, but not in an unpleasant manner as before. Now you’re silent because you’re admiring each other. Resisting the urge to grab his face and kiss him again, you watch intently at him biting on his bottom lip, giving you a sheer look of adoration and hunger. Your mind was in the highest state of euphoria, feeling like you’re on cloud nine. That kiss left you speechless, breathless, weightless, and all other adjectives in between.
“I can sit here and list off every reason why I’m in love with you, but I thought about it and figured this should be good enough to get my point across.” Chan suddenly expresses his true feelings while holding your hand tightly in his grasp. It feels like he can breathe again, as if a heavy weights been lifted off his broad shoulders. “Did you like the flowers I sent?”
You owe Mirae a huge apology the next time you see her.
“So it was you?!” A gasp escapes your lips, finally comprehending the fact that he’s genuinely liked you for this long. It still felt surreal to you that you even kissed.
“You didn’t realize it right away? I mean my initials were right there..” he nervously spoke once more. The effect you have on him is so dangerously good.
It’s hard to believe you were so oblivious to how Chan felt when it was all hidden in plain sight. You should’ve known something was up when he started learning how to cook the first week you met. During lunch you expressed that men who could cook were the ideal type of husband and since then he’s been on a mission to perfect his cooking and make you a proud wife someday.
Moral of the story? Life works in mysterious ways when finding your soulmate. The external forces come together to align themselves perfectly in harmony, bringing two beautiful souls to connect as one.
[End <3].
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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 2 months
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Cigarettes😸
✩ the 104th squad reacting to you smoking cigarettes ✩
modern au
eren jaeger doesn’t want to judge you but he does. he lectures on why they’re bad for you. he’s totally hypocritical though because you know that boy is clutching cool mint vape. when you point that out, he shuts up.
armin arlert is thrown off when you light one up. he asks when you started and how long you’ve been smoking for. he doesn’t like your vice, but he won’t stop you. he hopes that you’ll quit.
connie springer doesn’t smoke cigarettes, however, he thinks it makes you look extremely cool. he says it reminds him of a cool guy in a movie. not a big fan of the smell and is definitely the type to cough obnoxiously loud if you light one up next to him.
jean kirstein is sort of impressed with you, at first. he didn’t think you had it in you to smoke. jeans a habitual smoker too so often times you’d go out together to have one. eventually, he thinks that you should stop.
reiner braun HATES the fact that you’re a smoker. he hates the smell, the way it makes the air feel and he mostly hates how bad it is for you. he whines whenever you light one up. “seriously, right now?”
bertholdt hoover doesn’t really care. it’s your choice and it’s your body. plus, he’s smoked a few during his rebellious phase. also, totally smokes them when he drinks because drunk cigarettes don’t count.
marco bodt wishes you wouldn’t. he’s really supportive about it though. he knows it annoys you so he doesn’t tell you to quit, he just kinda looks at you and it says it all. he wishes jean would quit too.
sasha braus thinks they’re stinky. she doesn’t mind if you light one up around her, she just wants to stand a few feet away from you so the wind doesn’t blow the smoke towards her.
mikasa ackerman doesn’t really care either. she used to smoke them back when she was really angsty but she quit. she also doesn’t give a fuck if quit or not. also, would totally judge what type you smoke.
ymir’s a smoker. she thought it was cool when she was younger and then winded up getting addicted. she’s always got cigarettes on her and you two often wind up sharing each others. always has a lighter on her.
historia reiss despises smoking. there isn’t one thing she likes about it. she thinks you look like an idiot and she’s sure to let you know.
annie leonhardt often asks to bum one. she really doesn’t give a shit what you do. “smoke them or don’t.” she’s glad you always have one when she needs one though.
✩ my jean fic
✩ my ko-fi
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jeanvaljeancheri · 3 months
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Here are some recs with the secret relationship trope! Most of them are andreil but the last one is jerejean :) i organized them by word count to make it easier.
The Enemy of My Friend is My Super Enemy 2k
Grace stands in solidarity with her teammate and friend Andrew Minyard.
Therefore, she hates that asshole Neil Josten.
don’t hate the player, hate the game 2k
Allison smirks suddenly. “At least I got an up close view of that ass.”
“Not a total loss then.” Nicky grins at her and they fist bump.
Kevin just sits there watching them, silently judging them and siping his vodka.
(neil is a hot stranger at the bar. people try and get with him. kevin drinks copious amounts of alcohol.)
Raven's Nest Burning 2k
While Andrew and the Foxes were in the stadium parking lot, next to the team bus, waiting for Wymack to appear, Evermore's East Tower exploded.
Pointless 3k
The Foxes have only ever known him as the vicious, vindictive Monster he’s portrayed himself as. Now, he’s a mystery no one knows how to solve; hard and violent for strangers, soft and gentle for this boy with the sharp smile.
5 times the Foxes accidentally spied on Andrew and his secret boyfriend and the 1 time they actually get to meet him.
Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day 4k
Neil has one of the worst days and Andrew is able to make it a little bit better.
Welcome to my Professor Neil and Professional Exy Player Andrew world! This is probably going to be a series where I explore more of this little AU that I love dearly!
i'll keep you 4k
Aaron asked, “What’s your deal? What’s going on?”
Andrew had no choice. He stood up, walked to the bowl of freshly cut melon surrounded by pools of watermelon juice and an assortment of black seeds, and plucked a piece of the fruit. It was dark red and glistening and sweet on his tongue.
It tasted like ash. Like a dirty little secret. Like a mistake.
The Bet 5k
“I bet the monster will come alone again this year,” he says, his voice scratchy like the sound of a blender in the early hours of the morning.
“I’ll take that bet,” Aaron says, face a blank slate, anger cooling behind his eyes.
“Five hundred bucks,” Seth replies, eyes sparkling in amusement. He’s got the face of someone who thinks they’ve won.
“A thousand,” Aaron counters. Andrew’s eyebrow twitches up imperceptibly, a feeling like a laugh bubbling up his throat.
(In which Neil and Andrew are secretly married.)
it's disillusion, and confusion (this illusion of me) 5k
“Okay, kid. You can fend for yourself I’m sure, but you won’t be able to beat the guy whose car this is. He’s dangerous.” Ignoring the way Neil snorted, Matt barreled on. “Like, really dangerous.” He trailed off; Neil looked as though he was torn between amusement and anger.
or; 5 times the foxes were confused over neil and andrew's relationship and the 1 time andrew made it clear
 Not-So-Secret Someone 6k
Eight times the Foxes discover that Andrew is seeing someone and one time they meet Andrew’s elusive partner
about u 9k
Neil and Andrew have been friends since they were kids. Recently though, those feelings had turned into more. While they try to keep their relationship secret because they’re scared of their families’ reactions, they go on a family beach vacation. Chaos ensues.
Brother of Mine 12k
'Aaron should have known something was going on with Andrew when he had agreed to change their deal.
Thoughts of Katelyn, of not having to hide her anymore, took up all the space in Aaron’s mind and he never wondered why Andrew would have relented so easily.
Looking back, it should have been obvious what was going on.'
OR: 5 times Aaron should have realized Andrew had somebody, and the one time he met him.
Odd Eye 16k
Andrew spends most of his childhood thinking he is a psychopath. He is not. Andrew is, and always will be, just Andrew.
That Isn't Nothing 38k
A look into the lives of pro exy players Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten. The world says they hate each other, but when Andrew gets transferred to Neil's team, their teammates begin seeing something else between them.
Sixteen hours 120k
started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this (affectionate)
Jean and Jeremy secretly start dating in their final year at USC.
In my top three favourite jerejean fics of all time!
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DENIAL ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡. THE FOOL
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HIS DENIAL WAS HIS BIGGEST DELUSION. THREADED IN BETWEEN HER FINGERS, SHE TUGS AT HIS HEART STRINGS AND HE IGNORES THE OBVIOUS. HE’D SOLD HIS SOUL LONG AGO. DANCING TO THE TUNE OF THE DEVIL; SHE’D PROMISED HIM A WISH, AND HE’D FAILED TO OBTAIN IT.
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WARNINGS: MANIPULATION, GASLIGHTING, GUILT TRIPPING, EMOTIONAL MIND-FUCKING. LEGITIMATE FUCKING: BRATTY, BITCHY READER. FEMALE BODY WORSHIP, CUNNILINGUS, FINGERING, INABILITY TO CUM, SWITCH IN DYNAMICS, DETAILED CHOKING. SWEARING, ANGST, SLIGHTLY DARK CONTENT. POST-NUT CLARITY, ISH.
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SHOTARO STRUGGLED WITH STAYING SOBER.
He drank you up like it was the only thing he'd ever known. Having never seen any of your insecurities. Shotaro basked in your presence, admiring everything from the surface. It was superficial. Of course, he'd fallen in love with a facade ⏤ a mirage. A woman that refused to let on more than she should. He couldn't see her insecurities because she'd projected them onto him. Making him feel as though, he was the one that needed to change ⏤ not her. She wanted to be loved, and so she used him to feel important: to feel validated. Forcing him to mould his very mind, body and soul to her standards.
WHATEVER SHE SAID, HE DID ⏤ SHE WANTED TO BE THE ONLY THING ON HIS MIND.
Regardless, he couldn't say no. In fact, he straight up refused to acknowledge the fact you'd contorted him so well. Meshing his mind like it was clay; pulling and twisting, making sure you'd dug your fingers into him. Manipulating his mind into believing that he couldn't live without you. Whatever he thought, you had a say in it. Being the judge of his actions, controlling the bits and pieces of his life. It was all easier said than done. But it felt as though, he was bound to fall apart at the seams. He lacked what you wanted in total. He couldn't always deliver. And when that occurred, you pushed him away. Disregarding everything he'd done for you.
SHOTARO SHOULD KNOW BETTER — SUNGCHAN TELLS HIM.
His best friend Sungchan couldn't wrap his head around what Shotaro saw in you. Beauty? Sure, but that was quickly shrouded by just how nasty your personality was. The tall, overly sociable giant got along with everyone, everyone but you. It meant a lot if he didn't like you. He knew you were two-faced, with an ulterior plan behind every move. Every time you'd pushed Shotaro away, Sungchan was there to help his best friend. Although, it hurt him watching his best friend scurry back to you. He was hoping that tonight, this horrid cycle would end for good.
"Gullible, naive...or are you just flat out refusing to acknowledge the truth?" Asks Sungchan.
Annoyed, he leans against the marble kitchen counter, bottle of soju in hand. Staring down at Shotaro like he was a mother scolding his child.
"She's serious about me!" Protests Shotaro, "...Really, she wants to get back together."
Rolling his eyes, Sungchan can't help but drink his frustrations down. A conversation repeated once too many times. He hated you, hated how you stole his best friend from him. Stepping all over his dignity, Shotaro was no longer capable of making a choice for himself. The bitter words ⏤ insults, that he associated with you get stuffed back down his throat. Chugging his soju, he slams the empty bottle back onto the counter.
"You deserve better."
"She's the only one I want. I think you two just...got off on the wrong foot?" Shotaro tries to offer an excuse, protecting your name despite the fact, you'd never do the same. Sighing, he finds it impossible to make Sungchan see eye-to-eye with him about you.
"Like I said: Gullible, naive ⏤ you're honestly stupid as fuck. You know she's bad for you! Said it before yourself, but you're stubborn. Refusing to accept the truth and settling for something so wrong, since you've never known anything right."
A scowl flashes onto Shotaro's face and his chest pangs, "The fuck are you on about? Who do you think you are? Running your mouth about what's good for me?"
"I'm your best friend Shotaro. Been through hell with you ⏤ had your back every time she had you running back."
"Then be happy for me."
Rolling his eyes, Sungchan can't believe the words that are fluttering past Shotaro's mouth. It was all nonsense, it wasn't like him. Not like the Shotaro he grew up with and knew. Arguing was pointless at this rate. Either he learned through his own boundaries, or fell hard on his face from you kicking him out.
"She'll be here tonight. Prove me wrong then. Show me you can stand up for yourself. That you know better than I do."
It's almost as though the walls have ears. A third eye lingering from somewhere in between the drywall and framework. It has a chill running down Sungchan's spine when he notices his words have an effect. Most people would say that the cat dragged someone in after being gossiped about, but in this case: you are the feline.
Strutting into the room with your shoulders held back, chin pointed slightly upwards. You didn't look at the ground, no, you looked straight ahead. People moved aside at the sight of you and it had an effect. From Sungchan's perspective it's almost as if the room had dimmed down. Everything was much darker than before. Were there always this many people in the room? It almost felt claustrophobic as he watches you scan the room, making your dramatic greetings. A cluster of 'hi's' and 'hello's' mixed in with hugs and waves, to the party-goers you knew. Somehow, you knew everyone. But nobody knew you like he did.
Contrary to his negative emotions, Shotaro is a complete different story. The cold soju bottle squeaks, growing tight within his grasps. The condensation running down the label and into his sweaty palms. He's frozen in awe ⏤ like always. His sugar brown eyes widen, lips falling apart before he subconsciously begins to chew on his bottom lip. You always managed to light up the room. Friendly to everyone, you practically glimmered underneath the lights. The chatter and loud house music falls silent. The world is muted, on pause as the room freezes in time. With admiration, he watches as you turn on the spot, stopping when you spot him from the living room.
A soft smile spreads onto Shotaro's face as he practically beams with happiness. Waving in your direction as you meet his gaze with a blank stare. Monotonous, unbothered ⏤ it felt like you weren't even looking back at him, but at the wall behind. Your eyes dart towards Sungchan who glares in return, rolling his eyes as he slowly raises the middle finger. The fool and his companion you think. Typical.
WITHOUT A SECOND GLANCE, YOU TURN BACK AROUND.
Shotaro feels his heart drop down to his stomach. It feels so empty inside the cavity of his chest that he can't help but feel cold. Maybe you didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone? As if anyone was looking. Everyone was getting to the point of being too drunk. However, he's sure you have your reasons. Perhaps, you wanted to keep things on the down low until things were official.
“See? She doesn't want you. Not like how you want her," Whispers Sungchan. Having leaned in close, he places a hand on Shotaro's shoulder making a futile attempt at consolidating him. "You can do so much better. She's not the only girl in this crowd ⏤ Ningning! Over by the window. She's cute, go chat her up!"
Shrugging Sungchan's hand off, he pushes his half full drink into his hands.
"You go chat up Ningning."
Shotaro immediately walks off, abruptly leaving his best friend in the dust. The sourness from their conversation making him feel somewhat motivated to prove Sungchan wrong. Staggering in your direction, the happiness practically beams from his face.
Awkwardly standing behind you, he pokes at your lower back, "Let's talk please?"
Once he's got your attention, he presses his palm flat against your back. Sliding it over to rest atop your hip, wrapping his arm around you.
"⏤So talk."
"Can we go somewhere more private?"
Pausing, you take a deep breath. Truthfully, you didn't even know if you were serious about getting back with him. What was the point of going somewhere private? Regardless, you didn't want to cause a scene. Shaking his grasps off you and silently departing from the living room.
Shotaro meekly follows you through the hallway, each of his footsteps feeling heavier than the last. He feels as though he's walking towards his death sentence, the unease fills his body as he tries to maintain his composure. He wanted to talk, so he'd talk. You didn't even need to look behind yourself, you knew he was following you.
Stepping inside an empty room, you plop yourself onto the bed. The sound of the frame creaks as you cross your legs and impatiently wait for Shotaro to begin.
"Make it quick will you? I don't want anyone wondering where I am," you say.
Shotaro pauses. Shuffling his feet against the floor, he treads carefully with his next words. He doesn't want you storming out of the room, nor does he want you to leave this room without him by your side.
"What's been on your mind lately?" He questions. Sitting next to you on the bed, he can't help but feel hurt. You don't make eye contact, opting to keep your eye on the door. Was Sungchan panning out to be right after all? Shaking his head, he doesn't want to lose hope, not yet.
"What's it you want to hear?" You prefer to give him a vague response.
"I want you to look at me," he begins, slowly placing his palm on your shoulder and nudging you, "Like how you used to."
Sighing, you turn your head to face him. Meeting his gaze, those soft brown eyes of his practically twinkle with some sort of anticipation and hope. A soft smile stretches onto his face when you follow his request. But it falters just as quickly, unlike him, you don't smile back. You hardly did anymore.
"You used to have all the love in the world for me...where'd it all go?" Shotaro can't help but whisper those words to you. Scared of the truth, terrified of how you'd react to him for asking such a thing.
"You're kidding. What makes you think I had all the love in the world...for you?" Scoffing, you can't help but let out a dry laugh at how ridiculous he sounds.
Tilting your head to the side, you lean back and stare at him coyly, "Actions speak louder than words 'Taro. Don't just sit there mumbling about this and that."
Placing your hand atop his thigh, you gently slide your hand up and down the expanse of the area, "Show me what you mean, and I'll respond accordingly."
As expected, you're met with silence on his end. He's flustered. Evident in the way his cheeks are dusted with a subtle pink.
"Sho’," you begin as you continue to lean back. Moving just until you fall against the pillows with a soft 'thump'. Bending your knees, you split them apart slowly. Allowing your skirt to pool upwards, slyly flashing your unclothed cunt. The missing article of clothing that was in question was currently stuffed into the glovebox of your car. You'd planned this.
"...'Taro. Won't you come and find out what I mean?"
Jutting out your bottom lip, you pout at him as if you were some innocent girl. He's oblivious to discern the fact that you'd just refused to look at him earlier, and now? You had all of your attention focused on him.
Feeling content with yourself when you see him stand up to crawl towards you. His knees buckle with a certain mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"You know, you've always been my favourite dancer, my favourite boy. Always so fluid, so expressive. Willing to comply whenever, wherever."
"I just want to do well for you," he sighs. He’d always tried to have your best interests at heart.
Dragging your index finger against the slit of your folds, and coating the tip in your slick, wetness before bringing it up to your lips; tasting yourself. Swirling your tongue around, before withdrawing it from your mouth with a gentle 'pop', "Mmm. Sweet, always so sweet."
He's already ensnared. Silently accepting your offer with a soft smile plastered on his face. Innocent looking, but truly the opposite when it came to you. Shotaro rests at your legs, wrapping an arm around either of your thighs. His palms gently holding onto the skin.
Leaning inwards, Shotaro inhales the scent of your skin. Admiring the body lotion you'd put on. It's much more faint, than it would've been from it's initial application, but it's a scent he'd recognized. Rubbing his nose against the grain of your inner thighs, he grows dizzy from the scent of those faint roses.
With his eyes shut closed, his lips part, tongue sticking out to lick across the faint stretch marks that decorate your skin. Puckering his lips, he alternates between soft kisses to wet streaks of his tongue. Admiring every inch of your body, that was nestled so closely to where your pussy was.
To Shotaro, this is heaven. You were the very woman of his dreams. He was always eager to please you, never saying no to your advances as he constantly navigated your body. He thought he did a good job, but he'd be foolish to think that he'd be able to dominate you. The tables were always turned against him, he was just too blinded to see.
Suddenly, you feel the tip of his nose poke at the top of your labia. Reaching for his head, you gently fist a bunch of his hair and nudge him forwards.
Shotaro drags his tongue up and down your slit, starting off slow before making contact with your clit. The feeling of the papillae on his tongue is enough to make your body shudder. Flicking the bud back and forth, switching to circular movements around the nerve as you spread your legs further apart.
The sound of his tongue lapping against the vulnerable flesh of your body and your soft huffs is enough to make the room hot. It feels closed off, suffocating even, as he gets lost in between your legs. Resorting to plunging his fingers into your depths as he takes a breather. Lifting his head to watch how you've got yours thrown back, mouth agape as your eyebrows furrow with pleasure. He’d always looked up at you, admiring the way you shone with ecstasy.
WITH SUCH A EUPHORIC LOOK ACROSS YOUR FACE, SHOTARO CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL CONVINCED YOU LOVE HIM.
The curvature of his fingers hovers just above your g-spot. The place that always made you shudder, one that you had no trouble reaching yourself. However, for some reason: he never went beyond that. Blindly missing the physical cues your body made. Shotaro couldn't understand why your walls seemed to tense up around his fingers, thinking that this was probably where it felt best. He always guessed incorrectly.
"You're so beautiful. Fuck⏤ it feel good?"
Nodding your head, you silently agree that it does. Until it doesn't.
You hate how he plunges his fingers into you with no objective. Never reaching where they should be. Was he stupid? Huffing, you urge him to add another finger. Maybe now it'll help him reach deeper.
He does. The outcome remains the same.
Instead, you watch as he grows pathetically weak. With his forehead pressed against your pubic bone. Dazed and drowsy, he's drowning in how good you smell. His tongue stretched out to taste you more and more. His free hand moving downwards to palm himself through his sweats.
"Mmph, you're so sweet. So good, so, so..." he doesn't finish as he continues to help himself to your wetness.
Annoyed, you lift your head to stare him down. You always had to cum first, he should know that. He wasn't neglecting you per se, but he grew distracted by how his own length was pulsating against the fabric of his boxers. He wanted to release himself, but he needed to focus on you.
"Fucking hell. Shotaro, stop."
He doesn't hear you, not until you tug at his hair roughly. Forcing him to look upwards. Those brown eyes of his glowing with lust as he freezes when he realizes you're being serious.
"What's wrong? I thought you were enjoying this?"
Closing your knees up, you push him aside as you roll your eyes in annoyance, "Enjoy myself?"
You can't help but feel amused with how lost Shotaro looks. The worry is evident in his face, in his tone, as he sits upwards. Fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.
"What did I do wrong?" he asks, as he's eager to fix things.
"You can never do this right. Always starting off well before getting lost in...whatever this is," groaning, you look away from him, "You can't even fuck me properly and yet you're asking if I've ever loved you."
Shotaro can't help but scoff at how insensitive you sound, "What?"
"Do I need to repeat myself? Seriously, you're not good enough for me. Never was, never will be," you complain, having felt so annoyed with him.
Clearly he'd never be able to meet your standards.
"You can't be serious? You know, I'd always told myself otherwise but you really are acting like a bitch."
"Hmm? Well it's about time you started realizing things," You retort. Lifting your hands up to stare at your nails, you brush him off. Ignoring the way he stares at you completely stunned. It wasn't like your rude remarks were happening for the first time either.
You can't help but roll your eyes, "Why so quiet? There's no reason to be so surprised."
Shotaro feels as though he's been slapped in the face. He'd been falling for quite some time, but now? He'd finally hit the ground hard. The reality of things made him feel embarrassed. All of it practically soaking into his system: you'd finally awakened something in him.
IT HAPPENS WITHIN SECONDS, CATCHING YOU OFF GUARD.
You're completely shocked when you feel Shotaro's hand against your face. His thumb digging into your cheek, while the rest of his fingers occupied the other side. Roughly turning your head to face him.
"I want you to fucking look at me when I speak," he demands.
Raising an eyebrow, you feel stunned. This was new. The way his face had fallen still, his eyebrows furrowed angrily as the creases around his eyes made him look all too serious. He was no longer cute and soft. In fact, he looked so upset that it was quite comedic to you. Maybe, just maybe, you'd pressed one too many of his buttons. Pushing him into overdrive. You can't help but laugh. Your hot breath reflecting against his palm.
"You're laughing?" Shotaro's in complete disbelief, pressing harder against your face and pushing it against the pillows. "What'll it take for you to finally take me seriously?"
Your laughter persists, the way your voice is almost too shrill for his liking. There was no allure to it, it wasn't seductive ⏤ it made his ears ring.
"For fucks sake! Take me seriously for once!" He demands as he moves his hand away from your face and down towards your throat. Wrapping his calloused fingers around your neck, the pads of his fingertips press down roughly into your skin. His fingernails digging in deep as he squeezes hard against your larynx.
Your laughing comes to a halt, instead, you're gargling. With your spit getting stuck in between your mouth and throat. Your airway's obstructed as you can't help but choke. The sound of your hacking and wheezing echoes through the room as he presses harder.
Somehow Shotaro enjoys seeing you like this. The way your face grows slightly hotter, a darker red. Your eyes rolling back into your head with drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. Releasing your neck, Shotaro can't help but feel proud with himself. Finally, you'd be able to take him seriously.
"See? You're so much better when you're not ordering me around, or talking back."
However, the sudden cockiness in Shotaro's demeanour disappears when he notices how you've refused to move much at all. Your chest heaving slowly as he tries to shake you awake.
"Y/N?" He asks.
He receives no response, no sign. Your body lays there limp.
"Y/N?" Shotaro calls out, shaking your body as he uses his hand to gently slap you on the cheek. The worry is evident in his tone as he calls out to you.
"I-I'm so sorry. I had no idea, I didn't mean to go so far!" He protests as he holds you in his arms.
A raspy cough leaves your body, as you weakly raise your hand to rub your eyes. You couldn't see very well, everything was doubled but you'd managed to focus your gaze on him. Taking in the sights: he was worried, oh sooo worried. The Shotaro you knew was already back. But so soon?
Noticing your consciousness, his eyes widen with joy. Hugging you tightly in his arms and pressing your head gently against his chest. A string of apologies flutter past his lips as he rubs your back gently, using his free hand to pat your hair.
A series of raspy coughs leave your mouth, as you can't help but giggle. Sounding like a broken record as you scratch at your throat, the pain was immeasurable. However, the situation was way too worth it to acknowledge the pain.
"Tha-that...all you got?" You question. Lifting your head from his chest to weakly challenge him. Physically you were shaken up, but mentally you couldn't help but feel turned on.
Using whatever energy you had left, you push yourself off of him. Removing yourself from his grasps and falling back onto the mattress. Huffing slowly, your chest heaves up and down with each breath you take. You're practically shaking as your system tries to level back to it's norm.
"Shotaro," you begin, as your fingers blindly play with the buttons of your shirt. You manage to pop open a few buttons before giving up, flashing bits of your skin and cleavage behind the fabric.
Surprising him with a coy smile, you reach out to pull him by his shirt. He follows your lead, leaning in close as you stare at him dead straight in the eyes.
"That’s it?" You question, "Couldn't have gone all the way huh? Now use that...that rage, to fuck me. I want you to ravage me, pull me apart for everything I've done."
"What? I legitimately thought I'd ended you..." Shotaro mumbles in disbelief.
You scoff in response, "Baby. There's no way you could kill me. If one of us dies in this fucked up relationship; it'll be you."
Shotaro opens his mouth to retort, trying to change your mind and to get you to relax and heal. He gets no chance as you tug at his shirt, getting rid of whatever minimal distance there was and kissing him roughly. Your lips push against his as you slip your tongue in between, allowing the wetness to push through and mesh with his.
You don't let him pull away and he obliges, falling into your grasps like always. Cherishing each kiss as he meets your rough advances with his usual tenderness.
"I love it when you're you," you say in between kisses, "When you disagree with what I do, taking control for yourself."
Shotaro doesn't respond. It's not that he doesn't want to, he just no longer thinks it's worth the effort as he uses his hands to reach for his pants. Tugging them down quickly, his erection having resurfaced. He figures it's pointless to ask if you're ready, to go slow. It used to always be about you. However, things changed after today and it had to progress the way he wanted. If you thought he was still soft with his behaviour, you were wrong.
Pulling his lips away from yours, he looks downwards to line your entrance up with his cock. The tip of his dick is hot, slightly more pink than the rest as precum leaks from it's tip. He doesn't tease you: refusing to rub himself in between your folds, or tap at your clit with his member. No, he just helps himself. Pushing inwards with a groan.
It's unlike anything he's ever felt before. The way your walls squeeze against his flesh, he isn't sure if you're contracting your walls yourself, but he simply doesn't care anymore. The role of pillow princess was no longer yours. You'd simply become nothing more than a cum rag for him.
HE’D BE DONE WITH YOU AFTER THIS.
Pulling his hips back, he snaps them forwards pushing into you with force. Starting a pace that he liked, that he wanted. For once, he's the one looking down at you. Holding your hips in place as he fucks into you roughly. Trying his best to ignore the way you furrowed your eyebrows, whilst biting down on your lip. Your eyes are shut tight, eyelashes fluttering against the grain of your skin.
The bruises that decorate your neck are oddly beautiful. Clearly, you'd enjoyed receiving them too. Then it hits him, the sound of your moaning. Weak, toned down and much more hoarser than usual. The sweetness that typically coated your moans and came out with such femininity was gone now. You were quieter, less whinier and demanding.
He liked you this way: submissive. But did he really enjoy you in this way? Helplessly laying there. Allowing yourself to be fucked at his mercy. You had stars in your eyes looking at him like he was everything. But this wasn’t him, you were enamoured by an amalgamation of him caused by all your manipulation.
Shotaro finds himself falling in and out of focus. The pleasure that he feels practically radiating throughout his body is insane. Although, he can't help but feel somewhat unhappy with himself. He couldn't feel content with what this was. It wasn't right.
There was nothing more that he wanted than to see you genuinely embrace him. Loving him for who he was, reciprocating his actions in a positive way. Such a thing wouldn't have been possible in this lifetime. You just weren't built that way, with absolutely no empathy in your body. He can't help but feel that he's wasted so much on someone who regarded him as nothing.
He can't do this anymore. Watching as you shudder beneath him, the muscles in your body tensing up as your back arches from the mattress, your toes curling in unison. You'd came for the first time; evident in the way your insides clung onto him, your hands desperately reaching out for his body. But he hadn't. He simply couldn't.
Wordlessly pulling out, he searches around for his pants. Putting them on hastily, and patting down his clothes in a weak attempt to make himself presentable. Taking one last glance at you, he feels sick to his stomach. How could such a person force him to go so far as an individual. Initially it seemed beautiful, it felt hot and somewhat kinky. But the reality of things had come unraveled. This wasn’t him.
He couldn't recognize the work he'd done. With your clothes barely covering your body, the slight twitching in your legs as you simply followed him with your eyes. You don't move, he assumes you're too fatigued.
But for once, you've kept your eyes on him and it seems like finally, he's won over your heart. The bliss in your eyes is insurmountable, you're practically glowing with some twisted sense of adoration. The light sweat that adorns your body make it feel as though you're on fire. Just as Lucifer had been cast away from the heavens, plummeting down to the ground. Devilishly attractive, deceiving and cunning: you were sadistic in your intentions. It all showed on the surface now.
"Leaving so soon?" you ask, meekly calling out from the bed as you watch him walk towards the door. He hadn't even helped you clean up. It was unlike him.
"Not gonna help me clean up?" Further questioning him, when he doesn't respond.
Shotaro pauses by the door. He wants to turn around, to give in and go wash you up. But he thinks that if he did, he wouldn't be able to walk away ever again.
"You'll manage," he begins. Turning around to glance at you with a soft smile on his face. The kindness in his body was always overflowing. He was genuine, meant everything that he did, and yet you made him feel like a monster.
"Don't bother calling anymore."
THE DOOR OPENS QUIETLY, SHUTTING CLOSED BEHIND HIM.
Shotaro promised himself he would've walked out that room with you by his side. He'd imagined you'd be hand in hand, laughing with each other. Thinking that things could go back to what they once were. But Sungchan was right about him, he was naive and in fact, he was hopeless. Having faith in things that simply wouldn't occur.
Re-entering the party scene, he scans the room for Sungchan. Feeling surprised when he sees him actually talking to Ningning. His footsteps are quicker and much lighter than before as he pushes past the crowd, approaching the two of them. It feels as though the giant weight on his shoulder has been left behind.
"Guess you took up my offer then?" Shotaro begins as he teasingly nudges Sungchan in the side with his elbow.
Sungchan looks stunned as he looks at Shotaro from head to toe, side to side, "Huh? Yeah, your offer, my idea. Either way, where's...you know?"
"I ended it," Shotaro quickly responds, the smile on his face doesn't falter. As he turns his attention towards Ningning, "You must be Ningning, right?"
The doe-eyed girl nods eagerly, giving him a soft smile. Although before she can respond, her smile falters. Looking straight past Shotaro, she almost looks scared. Confused, he glances at Sungchan for any clue as to what was going on. The look on his face is the same as hers. In fact, he's speechless with his mouth wide apart. It's as if the two of them had seen a ghost.
"Ended what?" A voice asks. One that he knew all too well.
Slowly turning around, he can't help but feel like his souls left his body. You're standing there with a bright smile, and yet the look in your eyes is emptier than ever. The clothes on your body are perfectly normal ⏤ presentable. Even your hair rests nicely against the frame of your face, just a tad bit dishevelled ⏤ one could've assumed you'd been dancing a bit too hard tonight.
Everything about you is normal except for the blue and purple bruises that mark your skin. The array of red and violet petechiae patches on your skin make your neck look as though you'd been attacked. And you were.
The feeling of your arm wrapping around Shotaro's waist makes his skin erupt into goosebumps. He's uncomfortable, but you pretend as if nothings wrong. Tilting your head to the side innocently. Staring at Sungchan and Ningning as if everything was well.
"Aren't you gonna introduce me?" You ask as you stare directly at the girl opposite to you. It was obvious you made her uncomfortable as she laughs awkwardly, scanning the room for any sort of excuse to attend to. Her eyes refuse to remove themselves from your neck. She leaves without a word, practically dashing for an exit.
Frowning, you can't help but pout, "What's her deal?"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hisses. Pushing you off him as he runs a hand through his hair. You made him beyond frustrated, especially tonight.
"Babe?"
"Don't 'babe' me! I told you we're done!" He protests.
"Done? Who said you made the calls again?"
Sungchan can't help but step into the situation, pushing you back a step with his hand outstretched as you swat at him.
"Stay out of it," you warn.
"Leave Shotaro alone. He's already ended things with you," counters Sungchan as he steps forward again, eager to get into your personal space.
You can't help but scoff at his attitude. Did he think you were scared of him? Tilting your head to the side, you purse your lips in thought. Standing on your tippy toes to suddenly grab at Sungchan's throat with your hand. Guffawing when his eyes widen in surprise, "Just kidding~ I wouldn't hurt you."
Instead of clinging onto his neck, you move upwards to hold him by his chin. Tilting his head to focus on your neck, "But I will warn you."
"Seen the damage already haven't you? Yeah. ‘Bet it was the first thing you saw."
Sungchan being much taller and stronger than you, removes your grasp with ease as he glares down at you, "Don't fucking touch me."
"Shotaro didn't end anything. Not after this," You state as you rub against your neck softly. It hurt but you'd toned up your performance, dramatically wincing at how sore and numb things felt.
Pushing Sungchan aside, you motion at him to move over as you smile at Shotaro. The room falls cold as he stares back at you, mimicking the look of a deer caught in the headlights. You'd pushed him to do this. He’d succeeded in complying with your taunting, but failed to keep what dignity he’d had left in himself.
"What do you want from me?" He fearfully questions.
Leaning in close, you force him into your grasps. Wrapping a tight hug around him as you breath down his neck.
"I told you that you were my favourite dancer ⏤ my favourite boy. ‘Told you that I'd play you a tune you couldn't resist. Tonight you proved that, and you'll continue to do so in the following days," whispering into his ear. Your words carry a strong warning, foreshadowing what's to come, "When will it happen? Who knows."
With a quick kiss against his cheek, you detach yourself, taking a few steps back from him. Walking backwards as you head for the door.
"Oh, not to worry though. You'll manage!" You yell out from the loudness of the crowd, "Don't forget to pick up when I call ‘Taro."
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animekpopsimp · 1 year
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Brother's Blessing (GI x younger sister reader)
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(Someone wants to date you, so they decided to go to your older brother to try and get your blessing.)
Diluc
(Who: Albedo)
Diluc knew who Albedo was, he also knew that he was friends with you. Being your older brother, he was weary of the boy, partly due to his affiliation with the Knights of Favonious. So to say the redhead was surprised when Albedo walked into the bar while he was there would be an understatement. He didn't seem like the type to drink, and it was rare for him to leave his lab in Dragonspine. It started off normal, that is until Albedo asked what he had wanted to ask for a long time, in the bluntest manner Diluc could have imagined.
"I would like your blessing to date (Y/N)." Those words made Diluc pause whatever he had been doing and stare at Albedo wide-eyed. After taking a moment to process what he had just heard, he finally spoke.
"What?" he asked, part of his brain convincing him that he had simply misheard the male. Albedo simply looked up at him, calm as ever as he repeated himself.
"I would like your blessing to date (Y/N)." Albedo's words, finally sunk in as Diluc placed the glass he had been cleaning down on the bar. He was quiet, deep in thought. While he was protective of you as your older brother, he never wanted to seem controlling. And while he wasn't the biggest fan of anyone who was associated with the Knights of Favonious, Diluc would ultimately leave the choice of who you date up to you.
"That's not my decision to make, it's hers." He stated, cleaning another glass.
"But I'm glad you came to me." He finished, Diluc then watched as Albedo left, only hoping you would be happy.
Kaeya
(Who: Venti)
It was a usual night for Kaeya, sitting in Angle's share, sharing passive-aggressive looks with DIluc as he enjoyed a drink. Then venti walked in, taking a seat right next to him. It wasn't uncommon for the bard to visit the tavern, in fact, it's where he would spend most of his nights. But, something was different, for once, he wasn't smiling. When Venti looked over at Kaeya, a nervous expression on his face. This caught both his and Diluc's attention, both men looked at each other confused, but neither of them spoke. Kaeya turned back to Venti, who was looking up at him.
"What's got you so nervous all of a sudden?" Kaeya asked, trying to lighten the mood. There was a brief pause before venti spoke, and what he asked was something neither Kaeya nor Diluc could have expected to leave his lips.
"Can I date (Y/N)?" His question was sudden and left Kaeya stunned. The blue-haired male simply looked at Venti, his one visible eye never leaving the shorter male's frame. He knew you had a close friendship with Venti, but Kaeya would have never guessed that the bard had taken interest in you. Now, he wasn't totally against the idea, but there was a small part of him that never wanted you to date. But he knew that would just make him seem overbearing,
"Well, that was unexpected," he said, laughing to hide his shock.
"You want to date my sister?" He asked, keeping a smile on his face. Venti nodded as Kaeya watched him. He liked Venti, but the bard had a bad habit, his drinking. He would always leave Angle's share almost too drunk to walk. And why he didn't hate Venti because of it, it was something that concerned him when it came to the idea of him dating you, his precious sister. However, another part of his brain told him that he should let you decide. After all, you were a good judge of character, and if Venti did end up hurting you, then he would handle it.
"I don't see why not, just make sure to treat her right." He said with a smile still on his face, though there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.
Albedo
(Who: Aether)
Albedo hadn't been expecting to see Aether again after their first meeting, but one day the blond traveler made his way up the mountain and to his lap where he was currently working on one of his experiments.
"Hello again, what can I help you with?" He asked as the blond made his way inside the cave, Paimon following close behind him as the two stayed near the fire to fight off the bitter cold of Dragonspine. Aether was quiet as if he was considering something, but before he could speak, Paimon beat him to it.
"Aether wants to ask you something really important," the small girl told him, nudging her companion. Aether finally gathered his thoughts as he took a deep breath,
"I wanted to get your permission to date (Y/N)" he didn't beat around the bush. Albedo stopped for a moment, looking at the blond boy.
"Ah, I see" he replied, the two making eye contact. You had told him that you and Aether had become good friends, having seen each other during your frequent trips to Mondstat. But he never considered that the two of you were that close. A smile appeared on Albedo's face, which seemed to put Aether a bit more at ease.
"I don't mind, you should go ask her." He said ushering the boy to go find you. He waved goodbye to the two as they disappeared back down the mountain before returning to his work.
Xiao
(Who: Ganyu)
Both of them being adepti, Xiao was close with Ganyu. She was a sweet girl and he liked her, despite his seemingly cold attitude. So it wasn't odd for her to approach him, but what she asked managed to catch Xiao completely off guard.
"I wanted to ask (Y/N) to date me," the girl asked, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. There was a pause as Xiao processed her question. He didn't even think adepti could experience such a human emotion as love. But now, he could see the emotional look in Ganyu's eyes, and he could tell you felt the same about her whenever you spent time with Ganyu. Xiao was protective when it came to you, but he was never really bothered by the thought of you dating someone, mostly because he didn't think you would find someone you were interested in. Xiao nodded,
"then do it" he simply stated, and then, he was gone.
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marksluvr0 · 2 years
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black glasses and butter biscuits<333
chapter one ᕦʕ •ᴥ•ʔᕤ
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jaehyun x fem reader
warnings: brief discussion of insecurities, Jaehyun is low-key obsessed with y/n lmfao
word count: abt 1.2k
y/n hated louder people, she hated them because they were always talking to someone, they were talking to their friends, laughing, having fun, and not caring who's listening because they're comfortable no matter where with their friends.
she craved for that kind of friendship, but she was a giant introvert. it wasn't that she wouldn't speak to anyone. it was that no one would speak to her, she always felt invisible and she hated it.
she especially hated the basketball team, they were so cocky and full of themselves, some of them would go up to her and talk to her as a joke, asking her inappropriate things that made her want to die, she basically avoids them at all cost.
so why does renjun ask her if she wants to come to his frats party, he knows all about how much she hates the basketball team, but he begs her.
renjun and y/n have the same major, which means almost all their classes are together, this made the two close friends. y/n's only other friends was a biology major, and she was popular. her name was bellie, she was the exact opposite of y/n and she never understood why they were best friends. bellie was popular and had so many friends, she hated most of them and was a pretty mean person in general, but y/n was her soft spot.
"i can't believe I'm going to this" y/n says aloud while holding up the outfit bellie picked for her, "i can't believe it either but hey, their parties are really fun." bellie exclaims.
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y/n links her arm through bellies, walking beside her into the house, it was loud, annoyingly, she prayed the neighbors didn't have babies but she could barely think over the music.
the smell of alcohol and mixes of perfume made her feel dizzy, she didn't know what weed smelt like but she's 100% sure she could smell it, bellie pulled her through the crowd and to the kitchen "do you want a drink" bellie shouts at her and y/n just shakes her head.
the party felt too overwhelming, never being in crowds like this was definitely taking a toll on her, she felt like an old woman, judging everyone's bad choices that they seem to think are the best they've made in their life.
bellie leads her to a couch, she wonders how bellie knows her way around but then remembers what an extrovert her best friend is, most of the time y/n wishes she was more like her, she was perfect, funny, smart, cool, and pretty, the only thing y/n could relate to was being smart.
it took a total of 2 minutes sitting together before bellie was pulled away by some of her other friends, making sure it was okay with y/n bellie instantly leaped up to follow her other friends.
distracted by an article on her phone, y/n got lost in her thoughts, bellie asked me if it was okay if she left but didn't even try to offer me to go with her, she was the one that insisted i come when renjun offered. maybe I'm just being dramatic. y/n thought to herself
"you came " renjun exclaimed and she looked up "i mean yeah i told you I was" she says, renjun leaning in for a hug, plopping down next to her right after "i thought you were just bullshitting me so i get off your back" renjun says with a smile.
"hey renjun do you know where the-" an unfamiliar voice to y/n starts, they lock eyes and he swears he almost pisses his pants.
jaehyun didn't know his library crush was coming to the part, if he did, he would've worn a better shirt and newer pants, he also would've styled his hair and a whole bunch of other stuff, but he didn't and she's there.
jaehyun doesn't really know when y/n first caught his eye, he's pretty sure he's been attracted to her since he first saw her.
she was wearing a colorful turtle neck sweater and jeans, she was walking somewhere with her canvas bag, he unconsciously followed her and ended up in the library, Jaehyun had only been there a few times before.
if it was anyone else he would've went straight up to them and used his charms, but the closer he got to her the more his palms became clammy and he felt anxiety bubbling in his stomach.
he decided against going up to her, ever since then he's been going to the library, he practically had her schedule engraved in his brain.
"did you need something" renjun asks, eyeing him. jaehyun instantly shakes his head "no i just wanted to hang out with you" Jaehyun quickly says, renjun looks at him weirdly, confused why, but nonetheless lets Jaehyun sit down.
renjun and y/n continue on about one of their classes, the whole time Jaehyun can't take his eyes away from her lips, she's so pretty, he thinks to himself.
"jaehyun, Jaehyun are you okay?" renjun almost shouts at him, Jaehyun nods, pulling his gaze away from y/n. "I'm gonna go play beer pong, wanna come?" renjun asks y/n, shaking her head saying she doesn't drink.
"why not" Jaehyun asks when renjun filters away "hm why not what" y/n asks "why don't you drink" "i do sometimes, i just don't like drinking what others serve y'know" she says and he nods, trying to fight his smile.
"are you in this frat" y/n asks, confused why he's spent so much time talking to her. "yeah yeah i am, I'm Jaehyun by the way, y/n right" he says, she practically feels her heart melt. they've never even talked but he knows her name, "well nice to meet you" she puts her hand out and smiles.
after getting to know each other a bit, y/n decides to start to leave, jaehyuns satisfied with himself, he spoke to her, knows most of her pet peeves and her favorite color, he even probably has her number.
wait no he doesn't‚ he realizes he got so caught up in asking her stuff, he forgot to ask the most important thing.
he rushes past the crowd, looking for her, she couldn't have possibly gotten that far, they were on the far side of the house and she was going to go find her friend first. he speeds through all the rooms downstairs and quickly runs outside for a second.
going back inside, feeling defeated, he quickly walks upstairs, bumping into someone on the way "Jaehyun" he hears y/n exclaim. "oh i was looking for you" he says, trying not to sound too excited but failing. "why" y/ns pretty smile flashes once again and jaehyun feels his heart beating out of his chest.
"i wanted to ask you for your number, or you can have my number, or not if you don't want, whichever" he rambles, cut off by y/n giving him her phone.
he puts in his number and shoots himself a message, after saying a quick goodbye again y/n leaves.
jaehyun walks back to his room, feeling proud and content.
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a/n- so this was the first chapter lol, i don't think it was that that good but i hope the story gets better as it goes on, hope you all enjoyed!!
@ahtisa02 @pckeia @sstarrysshit @donkey-hyuck
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Be My Favorite EP.3 Thoughts
There are so many details and interesting scenes in the series so I want to make a post how I see Kawi, Pisaeng and others and maybe see later if I interpreted it right or not xD Let's go!
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First of all, I adore how Pisaeng's first reaction to seeing Kawi and Pear (his two friends, only two people he feels comfortable with) getting along together, and Kawi wanted to get close to Pear for so long. And then on his face you can see the sloooow freaking delicious realization that it meant Kawi will probably start dating Pear because he's in love with her. And it's so painfully obvious Pisaeng already has been harboring feelings for Kawi and flirted with him and wanted to date him. Here he is witnessing his two friends getting together and losing his chance at being happy in love. I adore this scene.
BUT. Actions speak so much louder for Kawi than words (oh, he's SO POOR with his words, my guy you will have a long character arc huh). Kawi is finally getting his little date with Pearmai – but as Pisaeng went away (and he said he would), Kawi is immediately worried. He want Pisaeng to be there too because it's so frightening and awkward talking with the girl, yet he feels way more comfortable with Pisaeng.
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This is later emphasized by Kawi (again, the first action he did after his 'date' – call Pisaeng to hang out!) when he complains he couldn't be himself but with Pisaeng he can eat as much as he want to and be himself. He also complains nobody can love him like that while completely failing to see the waterfall of heart eyes Pisaeng is pouring at him in the moment, still fascinated by Kawi's true self revealed to him only.
Kawi is putting himself through the standards and rules he imagined on his own – don't eat a lot, appear normal and well-mannered, don't sit in the car with girls, lie that your dorm is close, you have to pretend to be someone else so people will finally like you. As Pisaeng said, Kawi is absolutely wrong and he judges the rest of people too much. His problems are mostly self-inflicted (but also it's very believable and relatable if you've been with low self-esteem, socially anxious and awkward when you were young like Kawi).
But Kawi is genuinely enjoying Pisaeng taking care of him and treating him and he's happy to have someone close to him like that – until he starts overthinking things again (and that confusion and misunderstanding is his main problem that we see)
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Back to Pisaeng's problems. I won't say much cuz it's obvious ��� even if Pisaeng was friends with Not in high school, he grew up and realized the way of thinking of Not and his squad is bad and nothing he wants to be part of. Pisaeng learnt better. Pisaeng preferred the company of soft and kind Pearmai to the 'toxic masculine asshole' of a friend who only saw Pear as a sexy object (AND Pisaeng got accused of it by Not saying 'he picked a girl over his friend', completely misunderstanding why Pisaeng is angry and upset at his words all the time and doesn't wanna be friends anymore).
It's also telling how Pisaeng only said 'you can try hitting on Pear' (because he shouldn't be the one to approve a boyfriend for Pear, it's her choice) but with wary look, he even almost fought him later because of Not's crude comments. Meanwhile when Kawi said he likes Pear, Pisaeng actually gave advice, support and his money to help his 1-day-friend/crush.
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So Not is out of the friends list – but Pisaeng can't truly be himself around Pear as well. He hesitates and finds excuses not to visit Pear's home because her dad will make him drink together – it's not drinking that's the problem, most likely it's all the implications that two families get along so well and they've got two pretty children and they should totally get married (one day many years later Pisaeng will lose all hope and finally agree, making them happy and sacrificing his own happiness).
Pisaeng enjoys Pear's friendship but he feels pressured and uncomfortable sometimes because Pear and their families (and all the students) force them into relationship without asking his opinion.
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(but the way we are reminded at this scene that Pisaeng feels very lonely despite having 'many' friends (that he deletes, leaving only ones he actually wants to talk to) and good looks (to get all the girls that he doesn't want) and 'figured out relationship' (that he has to deny all the time)  – and the way Pisaeng's face lits up right away when Kawi asks him if he wants to hang out together, nooo I have feelings)
Let me guess – Pisaeng never told anyone that he's gay.
Judging by how easy Not and his group told Kawi 'we thought you were dating Max', they definitely noticed the 'lonely loser guy' who sits at the back of the class and only has one friend with colored hair and fashionable look. I can only imagine all the things they thought of Kawi and probably stereotyped and joked about him – their homophobic words might be another thing that pushed Pisaeng to stop being friends with Not.
Judging by how Pear wants to date Pisaeng, he never told his best girl friend about his preferences either. He is open with himself now, he tells everyone he doesn't have feelings for Pear, they are not a thing, but nobody believes him. He doesn't want to hurt Pear either so he's trying to navigate it gently and avoid it when possible. Pisaeng has no one to confide in. And everyone and their mother thinks Pisaeng is womanizer. Ouch :((
But he suddenly befriended Kawi now, so he's happily flirting (maybe even for the first time – it's not girls who he's been charming, Kawi, he always tried to charm only you). Pisaeng is trying his best, he's enjoying Kawi's company and attention and all the cute whining and pouting just for him – it's just that Kawi is a complicated person with his own self-centered (for now) agenda and the luggage of time-traveling. Please bear with it, Pisaeng…
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And suddenly I wrote too much and I'm still at Part 1 of EP 3 and I wanted to talk more about Kawi so let me add other thoughts below xD
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autisticempathydaemon · 9 months
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What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?
High Enough by K Flay, because it's quite wordy and kinda fast, so when I don't stumble over words or get them wrong, it feels so good. Also, I just really enjoy listening to it.
What is your Enneagram type?
I just did the test because I had no idea. Apparently I'm a 5.
Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?
Yes and no. I love hearing people talking about things they're passionate about, but I have ADHD so it needs to hold my interest for an extended period of time, which isn't always easy. I quite like Jenny Nicholson's, except for the Star Wars ones.
Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.
I don't actually remember anything about them, only my mum telling me as an adult that they were twins, one boy and one girl.
What is your go-to way to fall asleep?
Curled up, listening to Adam being his sadistic, chaos gremlin self.
If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)
Growing up, I read a book with a character named Starr and kind of wanted to change my name to that. These days, I can't say I love my name, but can't think of anything else I'd change it to.
What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?
Maybe Regulus's, especially the newest one (the thought of having somebody in my head and never having any space to myself kinda terrifies me, but I also like the idea, because hell yes, he could absolutely kick those intrusive thoughts to the curb. Also, the parts where he starts revealing his true feelings about stuff via the random "demonic" voice just does something to me).
Although the Adam storyline, especially Sadistic Vampire Kidnaps You (both for the sleep aid factor, and just general I really enjoy listening to it) will probably always be my absolute favourite.
What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)
Sam. I think he's got so much love from Redacted fans that I'm almost burnt out from it. Also Milo, David and Vincent a little bit, for the same reason. I still listen to and enjoy their audios, but they'll never be my first choice to listen to, and it's very unlikely I'd relisten to them.
Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.
Idk, I don't rewatch or reread things enough to learn the words to them. Maybe Buffy, because I was hardcore obsessed with it when I was younger, but nowhere near knowing all the words level.
Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?
My first thought was Hux, although I would totally date him, if we were in a universe where he was, y'know, real, and not dating Damian.
Maybe I should've said Asher. As much as I adore him, I don't really think about him in a romantic context.
Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)
Since I'm pretty much always alone, I have nobody to connect the dots on that. Maybe I should ask my cat, hahaha.
Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.
I don't drive, and don't live within walking distance from one. If I did, it'd probably be something sweet, and a drink, preferably something frozen and/or bright blue
Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.
My going to work musical playlist that I've compiled is all killer, no filler if that's what you meant.
What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?
Boyfriend asmr, and I mean traditional asmr, rather than the audio roleplays. I've been very single for a long time, to the point I don't even know if I could actually date, if (by some miracle) some weirdo did find me attractive.
And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!
I'm literally crying while typing this, and can't think of anything else. Sorry for the trauma dump, if I didn't want to know your answer so badly, I'd just delete and forget about it. 💙
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This one took me a second- I was really staring down the Redactedness brackets- but when I saw it, it dawned on me so clearly and so resplendently. Ollie would be so wonderfully perfect for you.
Little things first- I think y’all would have a good time together, because it seems like y’all would like each other and the same things. Like, I can absolutely see Ollie having had a Buffy phase at some point. (He had a crush on either Sarah Michelle Gellar, David Borneanaz, or both. Probably both.) He’d love the same video essays you do and would be more than okay with pausing it or speeding it up if the attention span isn’t spanning.
Big things second- I think Ollie would be so good for you? Your being a Five and what you said about Regulus makes me think the sweet, unempowered type is just what you need. No magic, no tragic backstory, no possibility of having your mind read or wiped- just a darling man who loves you, your cats, and Star Trek.
Song:
You know I wanna be your light/ In darkness, how you find me just in time/ To tell me what I needed to hear/ So if you don't know what you need/ You can leave it all to me/ I don't want you worried 'bout a thing/ I know you'd do the same for me
I love Ollie and the domestic, little ways he shows his love and support- he’s just a wholesome dude, and he’s a sleeper favorite of mine for that reason. This song fits in my head because it reminds me of his sweetness and how far he’s come and matured and how dependable and loving he’d be as a boyfriend and life partner for you.
Runner-Ups:
Aaron was a pretty close runner-up, because I loved the idea of pairing you with someone unempowered and stable. (Ollie, I liked more because of his energy and lighthearted nature; also Aaron also strikes me as a Five, and I don’t typically do same Type pairs.) Huxley, I also love because of his steady, sweet but jovial nature, but I really got stuck on someone unempowered for you by this point.
Note: I’m so sorry I made you cry and you like literally didn’t trauma dump at all you are so fine and good honey
Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌
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spookyhugsandkisses · 2 years
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So out of Color Crew 2 and 3, who do see them asking who to Prom?
Mine choices for Color Crew 2 would be:
Sawyer x Liam because they’re both very chill
Abdu x Scott because they are both good at sports
Susanne X Polly because they both know how to have a good time
Noodles x Zoe because they put a lot of effort into what they do
For Color Crew 3 it would be:
Abby x Scott because they both workout
Riona x Liam because they’re chill
Jun-Seo x Zoe because they probably have a lot in common
Isis x Vera or Damien, Vera because they’re both rich and Damien because he’s great with makeup
Hey, sorry this one took so long! so I thought:
Isis x Vera - Bad bitches who slay together stay together.
Isis x Polly - Hotties who know how to have a good time.
Abby x Scott - Total Sweethearts.
Abby x Liam - Cynic and ray of sunshine who makes their way into his heart.
Abby x Blobert - Hurricane of sunshine and love!
Riona x Chill - Hipsters who are silently judging you and your choice of nail polish.
Jun-Seo x Zoe - nerd couple who gush about each other constantly.
(This is a bit of a crack ship but)
Noodles x Tate - I thought Tate finally found a way to separate from violet and entered a relationship with noodles. Though this takes a bit, noodles is patient because Tate's been through a lot.
Noodles x Zoe - Noodles is weird, and Zoe loves all things strange.
Sawyer x Liam - Chill couple who does not have enough energy to deal with everyone else's crap.
Sawyer x Polly - High and low energy balances each other out.
Abdu x Scott - They would be cute, and Abdu loves to show off tricks in front of Scott, who in turn cheers for his talented bf.
Susanne x Polly - High energy couple who are always on the dance with drinks in their hands.
Thanks for the ask!
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ravxens · 1 year
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Blah blah blah, filling up this bit again. I should stop being lazy and make like a pinterest board or something. Anyways, here’s my final child. He’s exactly what this gif suggests he is.
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: Liam O’Connor
NICKNAMES: None
BIRTHDAY: November 16th
AGE: 21
HOMETOWN: Dublin, Ireland
BIRTHPLACE: Dublin, Ireland
RELIGION: Catholic 
ETHNICITY: Irish 
NATIONALITY: Irish
EDUCATION/MAJOR: Sociology and Psychology (minor)
JOB/EXTRACURRICULARS: N/A
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
SOCIAL CLASS: Upper-Middle
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
HEIGHT: 6′2
EYES: Green
HAIR: Brown
BUILD: Slender
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: N/A
NOTABLE FEATURES: Eyes, hair
PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: N/A
ALLERGIES: None, but he lies about being allergic to ketchup because people judge him if he just says he doesn’t like it. When asked how he’s not allergic to other tomato-based sauces (man eats his weight in pizza), his response is usually “Ketchup has a particular chemical compound that just makes me arse swell up and me eyes pop out, honestly, it’s like bein’ fucked by Freddie Kruger, don’t wish it on me worst enemy.”
PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR
HOBBIES: Painting, photography, smoking weed 24/7 (he will do it in his dorms too sorry), playing video-games, playing the piano, skateboarding, pretending to play sports and then making his team lose. He’s an avid reader which most find surprising because he comes off as a complete moron. Listening to podcasts while cooking. Cooking (not great at it but he has munchies a lot).
LIKES: Talking shit all day long, hanging around new people and making them laugh, leaving his assignments until last minute and then panicking to get it done and then getting it done and saying ‘it would have been an A if I had more time’
DISLIKES: Judgmental assholes, people who don’t understand sarcasm, rules upon rules upon rules, his father, particularly hot weather, people who get all touchy-feely when they’re drunk
QUIRKS: Picking on scabs
POSITIVE TRAITS: Extroverted, receptive/accepting, humorous 
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Unable to be serious ever, insensitive, stubborn
SHARE 5 FUN FACTS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Liam was born and raised in Dublin. He is an only child to a very conservative mother who at some point consulted a priest on getting the boy an exorcism. The priest denied her request saying her son was likely just dropped on his head as a child and will eventually ‘grow out’ of his personality. 
His mother comes from a rather wealthy family and is a business woman, taking over the family business in something Liam never cared to inquire more about. He just knows they got money, so he doesn’t give a shit to make some on his own. His mom also eventually learnt to let him do his own thing and just gave him a debit card and called it a day. 
Growing up Liam always sought out attention from strangers and just random people, places and experiences. He was almost never home, hating to be around his mom and her shitty boyfriends who all wanted to teach him ‘structure’ and whatever else. His social circle was always big but he never really had any ‘close knit’ friends or nothing like that. It was always more about ‘who’s around today?’ and go from there. This is why he has many interests in general.
Essex was a random choice. He saw it online, his mom was pushing to have him go to college, he applied for the sociology course because it seemed fine and easy to get into. His mom is paying for the whole experience and was all too happy he chose to go to the other side of the world. 
Actually really loves the idea of American University experience. The drinking, the whoring, the whole thing. Seems cool, totally his vibe. The weed is good too. 
WHERE DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIVE (please pick one):
Dorms
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mizumiii · 2 years
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Okada Nizou x Fem!Reader
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@higuramas here it is 🤭
Good evening! As you may know, I recently ended up watching Benizakura and felt the need to write about Nizou! So here is what I came up with! It's around seven parts, it's pretty much there to feel good!
It took place before the anime/manga, but maybe I'll have two others parts following Benizakura's events.
Please drink in moderation ~
You were working in your forge, as usual. Nothing existed but the loud and violent sound of the hammer hitting the piece of metal you were firmly holding. Your arms’ muscles were screaming because of the violent pressure you imposed on them, however, you were so focused that you totally ignored it. A headband held the sweat on your forehead but it was already to its limit. Some drops even started to trickle on your nose and then on your work. 
You kept hammering anyway until you were satisfied and finally threw the hot metal in a cold tank of water. You looked totally dishevelled, your clothes were loose, and soak with sweat, while your short hair was a mess of a dead braid. You took off your headband and looked out for a bottle of water. The room was still hot because of the fire, so you figured that you would go take a breather outside. 
It was only then that you noticed that you were not alone. A man was standing casually in the opening of the room. He had his arms crossed, while he seemed to look in your direction behind his sunglasses. Wearing those kinds of accessories indoors made you frown but you were not the kind to criticise others’ clothing choices. 
“Impressive”, he commented with slow pacing.
“Thank you I guess”, you shrugged. “Do you need something?”
You were a bit wary, after all, you were living away from the city, and that area was known to be the centre of all kinds of bad people and deals. You were obviously a part of the shady ones, but it only made you warier of strangers.
“I heard a good blacksmith works around here, and I found myself in need of some… care for my sword.”
He put a hand on his katana’s handle and you came closer to try and take a look.
“I’m a blacksmith, a good one that I don’t know, but if you show me your sword, I can most certainly do something about it”.
“Then…”
He skillfully took it out and extended it to you without any hesitation.  His face was looking your way, and you started to feel uneasy from not being able to see his eyes behind his sunglasses. You had survived living here thanks to your obstination but mainly because you were a good judge of character. However, you were the one with the sword, for now, so you focused on it. Instantly you forgot about everything else, almost not breathing. It was not a great piece, the blade was quite common, and it had been really mistreated. From the deterioration you could easily tell that it was not used for decoration, that weapon had killed many. But the worst part was that it never had been tented.
“It’s always the same”, you cringed. 
“What is?” He sounded curious and you raised your head.
Something was a bit off, his face was not exactly turned in your direction, but he was still talking directly to you. 
“Every time I get to take care of a sword, I get a weapon so mistreated that it could break at any moment. It’s not that complicated to take care of it daily to prevent decay. You see there?”
He bent toward you, his face close to yours and took off his sunglasses showing his closed eyes.
“It won’t be possible for me to look at anything”, he commented with a smirk.
“Oh.” You felt a bit bad for not having noticed it sooner, but the man was behaving as if he could see as well as you. “I’m sorry”, you mumbled. “Anyway, you can feel it with your fingers too”, you grabbed his hand without hesitation and deftly made him touch it. 
The blade was bruised at many places, preventing it from slicing accordingly, which was certainly why he had come to see you in the first place. 
“Your blade is as good as a butter knife now, even I can’t do shit to save it. I mean I could, but the sword would break after two or three rough clashes”, you explained. “If you do not want to buy a new sword every month you need to go see a blacksmith more regularly, especially if you use it often.”
“You appear to know your subject”, he nodded, feeling what you were talking about under his fingers.
He had been taken aback by your promptness, it was not often that someone would grab his hand without hesitation like that. And even if your hand was nothing close to soft, it had been made callous from your line of work, he still appreciated the touch.
“Or at least you know how to sell your swords”', he chuckled. “Show me what you have.”
You laughed lightly too, it was true that you never hesitated to sell your swords when a dumb stranger would come here and wanted your best works. But you knew better than to try to do so with that man. The fact that he had no problem talking, and moving in accordance with you despite his blindness was already an achievement, and you could also feel that he was strong. 
“Wait for me.”
You went to your storage where you put your best work. You always had some blades on display in the front of the house, but they were only for the ignorants. You hesitated for a bit, before choosing two of your best. It was silly, especially for someone that wanted to be unyielding like you, but you felt slightly bad for not noticing his blindness. 
“Take those, here.”
You led him to the yard behind the house. He simply nodded and tried them, two times each. His swings were enough to give you goosebumps, and you immediately understood that he was a killer. There was no embellishment or show in his way, he was always striking for the kill. 
“I will take this one”, he decided, extending the shirasaya one. “How much?”
It was one of the first you had made, it made your heart squeeze but it was too late to change your mind. 
“If you promised to come to make a check every month I will ask you only half her price”, you offered.
“Her?”
“Yeah she’s my second born”, you explained without hesitation. “Her name is Yuugure”. 
It was not really original since you had named her like this because of the time you had finished it. The man promised and gave you the money you asked for.
“Let's drink, now”, you said.
He raised his eyebrows, you were full of quirks like that, you already knew it, so his surprise was not out of place.
“It's only for the buyers of my best swords, it's an old thing I learned when I was young, something like you can't lie over a cup of sake.”
He scoffed again while you went to take a bottle hidden on one of the shelves around the main room. The ground level was dedicated to the forge so it was a mess only you could use, and you lived on the first floor. Even if you often ended up falling asleep on the floor as soon as you finished your work. Anyway, you found the bottle you had in mind and came back to your buyer.
“So what’s your name?” You asked him after pouring him a cup.
“I’m Okada Nizou”, he introduced himself.
You extended him his cup, he had to hear the sound of your movement because he raised his hands at the same time. Seeing it, you simply brushed it to indicate to him where the cup was, and he easily grabbed it. 
“I’m Y/N by the way, do not forget to come here once per month, or I will look for you”, you commanded before drinking the alcohol in one sip. 
You had chosen your best bottle, it was not every day you sold one of your babies, and the good taste helped you make your peace with it. You saw Nizou drink it in one go like you, and you thought that maybe he will respect your wish. 
When he left with his new acquisition, the blind man felt satisfied. He had bought a decent weapon for not much. Furthermore, he could not take his mind off you. You totally conformed with the people living around here, you were hard and rough, but there was something else. He had the time to look at you while you were working before you noticed him. But your light was something else from what he was used to seeing. He wondered how bright it would shine if he killed you.
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yenkat101 · 2 years
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(Mean headboard)
Silly edition!
Silly scenarios on how you got hurt and headcannons on how lover's name deals with it Choice: Fridge door
Character: Atsushi Nakajima x reader
Master list Hurt s/o - Atsushi & Akutagawa
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Atsushi Nakajima
Scenario: okay... a way that you can harm yourself stupidly.. it wasn't that funny but mind you it was stupid.. (I've done it before and it hurts) it was a blazing summer afternoon.. the agency asked you politely if you could fill up the fridge and the freezer.. of course that wasn't a problem. You quickly filled up the fridge with so much organization, filling it up with various cold drinks, but the freezer took you longer, not that it was actually fun sized a bigger freezer than most. Why are you taking so much time to make it so organized? Because, It was your way of showing them kindness (like who wouldn't want their freezer to be so organized to the point that at one glance you can see everything you have during the hot summer) there are so many varieties of cold treats you can have, such as mochi ice cream, daifuku, green tea ice cream, dango, monaka, chocolate covered bananas, sesame ice cream, various ice candy aka popsicles and numerous types of delicious Frozen fruits.. yes the freezer you were filling was very large.. totally not because outside was like an literally oven.. you looked back at the freezer to be proud in saying that at first glance you can see all the possible option in Frozen goods.. mind you, you were in that freezer for quite a bit, to the point that if you thought of getting out you would completely forget about backing up before then.. guess what. That's exactly what happened, you tried getting back up and completely forgot about backing up before.. bang! You hit your head.. "ow--" you held your head, hoping that would ease the pain. You knew that the pain would be over in a couple minutes, but it still hurts. Atsushi your boyfriend was in the other room. When he heard a loud bang awhile you calmly yelped in pain, he hastily made his way to you. "Uhh. What happened.?" "I hit my head on this stupid headboard..!" "Does it hurt?" "Don't worry the pain will go away in a couple minutes" "Is there anything I can do to help?" Now you and Atsushi were munching on some ice candy aka popsicles in a cool corner while cuddling up slightly against each other. "How.. did you hit your head again?" "I tried to get up but my head was still in the freezer..." "Ohh.." "Yeah, that headboard was mean" "a mean headboard?" "Don't judge me..!" "I'm not.. I promise!" "..." "..." "I love you.." "I love you too.."
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ghostxofxartemis · 1 year
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Wholesome oc ask, for ocs of your choice (please feel free to take more than one and compare if you feel like) 2,9,12,14 plus 3 of your choice because these questions are all awesome.
Thank you for the ask! Sorry, it took longer than I wanted to answer – I’ve been super busy! And being so tired after putting in 2 hours In a day in my martial arts training.
2. Give them a warm drink of your choice, what would it be? Would their choice differ from yours?
 Reagan like cappuccinos, she likes the throthiness of them, and likes the caramel one. She has sweet tooth and has a love for coffee so both of them together is luxury. She never really used to drink them either when she was younger because as an Earthborn, she couldn’t afford these luxuries.
Cappuccinos aren’t something I normally drink myself, only once and every little while, I’m more of a straight up coffee with cream and sometimes I’ll spice it up with some liquor.
Speaking of spike coffee, this is Leah’s choice of warm drink post war. She suffers a lot with PTSD, and numbs the pain with drinking – unfortunately. Everything, from Raid on Mindoir, Torfan, to Saren, Suicide Mission, and the Reaper War just catches up with her.
9. How would they react if a person they love (friends and family included) gave them a flower bouquet unexpectedly?
Leah tends to hide her emotions, she wouldn't say anything, but she may wrap her pinky finger with Kaidan's as a sign of appreciation. The thing is, she wouldn’t want them given to her directly, so Kaidan would probably put them in a vase and on the table, yet she’d appreciate that.
Reagan has a green thumb, she’d totally love the gesture, and she would actually make craft out of them as they start drying up.
12. What is their safe place? And what does “safe place” mean to them?
For Reagan it’s her long time partner Major Coats. In her universe, they were both in the reds together, they suffered together, they thrived together. They cried together, they laughed together. They lost each other, and then found each other. No matter what the universe sends at them, they always find one another. It’s the only place she finds she can be vulnerable with, where she can be herself without fear of judgement of repercussion. He knows her deepest darkness secrets and doesn’t fault her for them, doesn’t think any less of her and vice versa. They are the embodiment of unconditional love. If you were to ask her what “safe place” is to her, she will respond with just “Will” (since Major Coats was never revealed to have a first name, I named him William). It’s not a house, it’s not any kind of possession, it’s just Will. They could be living on the streets and as long as he’s there she has a safe place. A place to lean on, a place to cry, a place to laugh, a place to shout and be angry, and be heard, and never judged, but recognized she’s human.
It's still something she’s learning for Kaidan as well. There are certain things she’s not quite ready to share, such as the death of her and Will’s daughter during the reds, or that she even had another child through unpleasant circumstances prior to Maddie, and a very young age. There’s a lot she feels she can only share with Will because he was there throughout all it. He opened up his arms to her when she left Finch with the baby, and she’s been with him since. He gave her safe harbour, well, as much as one can when you’re in a gang and gang equals wars.
14. Quickly, let them give us some life advice!
Rea and Leah are probably the worse to give advice, lol. They would both say “sometimes you have to show who is boss,” for Rea that’s usually fist fight.
For Leah, let’s just say there’s a reason she’s the Butcher of Torfan.
Three questions of my choice, here goes:
15. Now you give them some life advice.
Don’t listen to your own advice 🤣
 18. What is their favourite hobby? Would they share it with someone they love?
Reagan is an artist. She loves to craft; she loves to paint. Post-war, after she decides to retire after teaching at ICT for several years, she’ll make lots of art and sell them. Her most favourite piece is of a sniper in  Big Ben (her husband, Coats), during the reaper war. She remembered him mentioning he was in Big Ben for three days before Anderson’s squad found him and she drew it. She also learns crocheting from Kaidan’s mom. Kaidan’s mom is a psychologist in that universe, she saw all the signs of PTSD, and subtlety helps Rea with her sufferings. Rea eventually picks up on it and will often ask “are you suggestion as my mother or my psychologist?” to Eleanor’s humour. She also worked for a mechanic that taught Brazilian Jiu-jitsu on the side and Muay Thai, which she learned from him, and so did Will. So occasionally you’ll find the two just randomly rough housing while watching TV, or while in the kitchen, or just when they go in for a hug.  Just them two being silly.
18. What is the song you most associate to them?
Okay, for Reagan there's two, depending on her mood.
1. Bloody Creature Poster Girl by In this Moment
3. Boss Bitch by Doja Cat
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bunny-rambles · 2 years
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get ready for the numbered list once again but for once i actually did start this ask by just scrambling fast a list of things i had to say beforehand so i hopefully won't have to send another ask to correct myself lmao :'
1. tea does become addictive once you get used to it (also! if you need an energy boost and caffeine doesn't work for you, i've found out that ginseng works well for me — it doesn't contain caffeine and is a very strong energy booster - also it tastes pretty good ahah -, the only thing is you can't drink too much of it like i'd do with tea because it spikes up blood pressure ahah)
as for the green tea tasting bland, if that didn't depend on the quality of the tea leaves themselves, that might've depended on like, water temperature or infusion time but i won't get ahead of myself because i'd write a whole paragraph and that is so not the case in an already long ask. but ye! matcha is always good but like, for future reference it's best if you just drink it in shops rather than making your own because it takes a lot of attempts to not make it like, full of clumps :'
2. if that kind of things interest you i'd actually really suggest looking into commedia dell'arte and all the like. first of all, because there are some very interesting stories to be discovered, and then it gives also an interesting background knowledge of many of the harbingers which is always fun :3 (also as an italian i love it because it sounds always very funny seeing the english va's or like generic english speakers trying and failing to pronunciate the word 'tartaglia' lmao)
2.1. of course zhongli was an art critic. he and venti had a sort of frenemy thing going around where zhongli openly criticised all of venti's music because he thought impressionist music was weird and venti made it even weirder on purpose. and diluc totally has a bar everywhere he goes — in this fic he also kind of used it as a shelter for homeless artists (like benny, razor and the likes) whom he like, fed and left with a roof under their heads, it was really cute. (grumpy accidental dad of grown ass teenagers diluc is a super funny concept to me lmao). the history with the harbingers is actually still in the working because it was supposed to have a bigger role in the second half of the story, i just haven't reached to writing that point :') (but like, the idea at the base was that the fatui were some sort of like, organised criminal businessmen working on shady commerces on like, drugs and weaponry and such and they managed to cover up their wealth by being the most successful opera crew in town — and, as scaramouche kindly explained in one of the paragraphs, they could hide any type of weaponry amongst the stage props ahah)
i would love to send you snippets but like ;;; i've reread the entire story up until where i had stopped writing it and like a ton of parts taken out of context don't make too much sense if they're not with the rest of their paragraphs. but since xiao had the funniest lines, i'll delight you with some of my favourite xiao thoughts in this story, like "On most days, Xiao wondered why the gods had made Zhongli so tall and broad shouldered and stable. It was unfair, because Xiao was a man with a frail mind but a strong body, yet still no match to the other when he tried to lift him up and throw him out of the door.", and "Truth to be told, Xiao didn’t really know Childe, but he was too handsome to be real, looked positively shady and was, most terribly, an extrovert.". yes, poor xiao was the outlet of me being a mostly comic writer writing a serious story. yes, i enjoyed it way too much, his character was the best to write. // also he and zhongli were kind of like brothers subtly but steadily judging each other's life choices and i lived for that
literally the only true context for the harbingers business i had ever written was in the scara centric paragraph (which featured a lot of unnecessary makeup description of our dear angry gremlin) and it went like this: "The hands he was washing his face with had seen blood, and had enjoyed every drop of it. Debtors, trade enemies, rival businesses a bit too cunning for lady Tsaritsa’s liking, all had been slain by the knives looking innocent into the mass of stage items. So what if Scaramouche woke up every day wanting to crush someone under the tip of his fingers, because it only took the rising of the moon for his dreams to come true."
to close this paragraph, of course kazuha wrote poetry on the side. he wrote poetry about everyone in every time and most of his screen time was him gushing poems about some pretty things or people he saw or playing an instrument. my sweet artistic son, sigh.
3. flowery english is the best ngl. but good luck with starting uni anyways!!! :))
4. oh believe it i will never be tired of getting scara food ahah ;; will be waiting for the new works then!! <33
5/6/7 and onwards. as i already say, like, always reply to me only when and if you feel like it. i don't mind listening to you if you need to like vent out or something but i also can and will wait until you feel ready to reply so really don't worry to much and don't apologize for being late. i hope i can think you're feeling better right now, though.
also for miscellaneous things: heart shaped rhinestones would surely look gorgeous on you and i'm glad that makes you happier, and as for mint syrup in italy you just usually find it in normal grocery stores, but if you find it hard to source and you can only find mint leaves there's i think tons of very easy recipes you can use to make your own :3
with this i'll tune off because it's almost time to start worrying about lunch. ti voglio bene anch'io, buns, take care! <3
hugs,
- 🍓
Here we go,,,
1 - I had the green tea at some restaurant and I got it for free with my noodles, it didn’t taste like much, just,,, very faintly flavoured hot water. I didn’t taste any of the flavour at all, nor can I recall it. Just,,, leafy water,,, hot leaf juice. Hehe. If you get that reference, I’ll be very happy. I’ll look into getting matcha at a shop then if I ever stop by a tea shop !! There’s plenty of them where I live, but I don’t really have friends in my city and I’m scared of going out alone so I’ve avoided them like the plague. But I’ll be out n about soon so, I’ll keep this in mind :,)
2 - Ah yes, the infamous Tart. I believe the t is silent, so it’s tar-tal-ia, am I correct? I would look into but there’s just,,, so much lord in Genshin my tiny brain can’t keep up. If I stumble across a video dumbing it down for me I’ll 100% watch it, but goodness research on my own would be super complicated to keep up with AND connect to the game. (Still confused with Enkanomiya and the Sumeru crumbs,,,,)
2.1- god I love that, and I can imagine Venti having a shit eating grin on his face while he plays while Zhongli is very visibly judging him behind his tea cup. FOUND FAMILY DAD DILUC SUPREMACY!! I love this trope with him, and I find it so sad that no one brings up Diluc being a mentor for Razor.
(AND KAEYA BEING ONE FOR BENNETT TOO !! It’s completely glossed over in the game but Kaeya taught Bennett how to fight with a sword, that’s why their styles are so similar!!) ( Kaeya and Diluc both having young ‘students’ that have similar traits to one another as well - Bennett because of his drive and determination and passion, something young Diluc probably wasn’t lacking in either. And Razor, this one’s a little more complicated, but he’s like a lost little puppy. He’s strong, fiercely loyal to his family, but for such a young boy he has so much on his shoulders. Kind of really reminds of how a young Kaeya would be, and Kaeya is fiercely loyal because let’s face it, he wouldn’t be in Mondstat if it wasn’t for his brother. I love these two oh my god, I hope they reconcile because in subtle ways, it’s extremely obvious they miss each other, and it shows in their ‘prodigies’) ( ALSO ALSO Razor and Benny being best friends? Come on T^T)
Hm, as someone who has many oc’s and au’s surrounding them (that I don’t really talk about but constantly daydream about), I feel like your pain. But, as these things go, it’ll hit you one day and it’ll finally slot together perfectly. Don’t be afraid to take some inspiration from things too if you’re really stuck !! Also that Scara snippet?? THAT- chef kiss. Absolute chef kiss. Magnificent.
As for Xiao, god I felt that one in my soul. As a moody 5’something short introverted lady, I too hate extroverts. (Okay well SOME, but most of them are just so,,, ugh, like where’d that energy come from? Take a nap-) and everyone wonders why I think he’s the character most similar to me. Short, moody, awkward, secretly soft, looks very intimidating and takes a while to open up, secretly hating tall people, a tragic backstory that has made us who we are like- if I www a fictional character, it’d be Xiao. Kazuha is more what I’m like online with flowery English and a soft, friendly exterior, but irl no I’m Xiao. Awkward, quiet, moody, everyone thinks we hate them but we just don’t know how to speak to people, I can keep going on. Oh and people like Hu Tao are the ones I gravitate to and find hilarious, much like how Xiao finds her numerous. Ah okay rambling over I just see a lot- a lot of similarities in us. I’m curious, who do you think you’re most like? Or who do you think I’m most like? We’ve interacted quite a bit to give you an idea of someone, no? If not I’d love to hear who you think the character resembling you is. You remind me of Albedo quite a bit, but with some Venti/Kazuha mixed in there. Oh! Zhongli too ! Very soft, intelligent and extremely interesting to talk to <3
3 - Scara freshly served, there’s a post out right now <33
4 - I would honestly hate to vent out my feelings to you. I want to be a source of positivity or happiness when you speak to me, I don’t want you hearing all my problems. Am I feeling better? Um. No. Not particularly. But it’s not forever. So it’s okay.
ti voglio bene my dearest fragola amica <3 (google translate don’t let me down)
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Jealous ; Rafe Cameron
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: Rafe finds himself being jealous over his friends with benefit flirting with a certain blonde boy
Warnings: Straight smut, angst, cursing, alcohol consumption, jealous Rafe
A/N: i am so sorry JJ for making you the second choice for almost every fic ever i still ly :( anyways thank you for 380+ followers wtf you guys are beyond amazing <3 here’s the smut you guys have been craving for:
“You’re handsome.”
“Oh yeah?” JJ smiled, showing her his pearly white teeth. “You’re not too bad, (Y/N).”
“Just not too bad?” She glowered, and leaned closer onto the blonde boy. He stared into her eyes, feeling her body heat now that she was too close to him, and he could smell her sweet scent. She reminded him of an ice cream during a hot day.
“Fine,” he huffed, and watched as her mouth morphed into a smile. “You look hot, (Y/N).”
“Thank you,” she giggled, placing a soft kiss against his cheeks as he laughed along with her, putting his arms around her.
(Y/N) never really had anything with JJ, being friends with him since god knows when, but she wasn’t cool with his other friends. He was there for her, and she was there for him, but they weren’t what people would call as best friends.
“Where’s the boyfriend?” JJ asked, a glint in his eyes. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at this, being done explaining to him that she’s not dating Rafe Cameron and will never be. They were the total opposite; he’s a kook, and she’s a pogue.
“JJ, I don’t know what to explain anymore,” she grunted, resting her back against the lawn chair as she watched the partygoers dancing to the booming music. “He is not my boyfriend.”
“You’re always out with him,” he shrugged, and (Y/N) gulped before she could answer him. After being Rafe’s friend with benefits for 5 months now, she didn’t think anyone would notice their relationship. They did everything in their power to keep themselves lowkey, but here JJ was; spilling everything.
“I won’t judge, you know,” he said, and gave her a sly smirk. “I get it if you like a kook.”
(Y/N) laughed nervously, and then proceeding to cup his face in her small hands. Her breath hitched at how adorable he looked in her hands, and she felt the urge to kiss his cheeks.
“I’m not even friends with him,” she rolled her eyes, and JJ swung his arms around her one more time, this time pulling her close. They stayed in silence for a few seconds before JJ pointed to a couple by the fire, saying a joke, and (Y/N) had laughed from the punchline.
She didn’t know it was the humour or the alcohol taking over after how many shots of vodka since the start of the party. Whatever it was, she truly enjoyed JJ’s presence; her childhood friend.
Rafe Cameron entered the party with a brunette girl he owed his father to bring, and he had never looked so miserable being in a party before. People looked at them as they made their entrance, and Rafe almost let out an annoyed groan knowing that people will talk about him and whatever the name of the girl was.
His eyes swept over the swarm of dancing bodies to look for a particular (H/C) haired girl, but she was nowhere to be seen. He sighed, continuing to walk to where they served the drinks.
“Thanks for bringing me here, Rafe,” the girl said, and Rafe nodded, not wanting to make any unnecessary conversation with her. He tried to negotiate with Ward, saying how the business will still go on without him having to take whoever this girl is to the party, but Ward had insisted him to do so, saying how he should think about making his family proud.
Rafe grunted, and his feet moved towards the backyard. He was glad the girl didn’t try to follow him after seeing her friends, and he didn’t think he would even talk to her if she did. He didn’t know what he want; he was just as confused as everyone else.
“You think so?”
His head perked up at the sound of her familiar voice, and Rafe found himself searching for her small figure. His eyes passed the couple making out by the fire, some pogue munching on a burger, someone preparing to jump into the pool and then -
Her. And JJ.
He crossed his arms, his eyes not leaving her as he watched her laughed again, her head tilting to one side. Every time Rafe would tell her a joke she would do the same thing, and Rafe felt a minor pang of hurt across his heart after knowing that she did the same with JJ as well.
“You know I would love to, J,” (Y/N) said, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “But your friends just don’t like me.”
“They do!” JJ insisted, “They just think you’re too intimidating. I don’t know what they’ll think about you if they know you’re with Rafe.”
Rafe raised his brows at the sound of his name, but before he could express a proper reaction, he heard her speak.
“JJ, enough with his name,” she groaned, “I don’t like Rafe, and I will never like him.”
Rafe almost laughed at this because god, who does she think she is? She was begging for him every time they did the ungodly activity, pulling his hair and leaving scratches behind his back. Rafe had to explain to Topper and Kelce how it was Sarah’s new kitten that had scratched him when they went out for surfing, and they didn’t even have any pets.
He listened intently again, getting more amused every second. Although he wanted to hear more of their conversation, he couldn’t deny the hurt coursing through his veins at the sound of her voice practically hating on him. He didn’t know if it was an act or if it was the truth, but he didn’t like anything about it.
“Then be with me,” JJ mumbled, and Rafe watched as she nervously laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the world. Rafe stayed quiet, wanting to hear her reply to that plea, and his heart was beating so fast.
“You’re cute,” she suddenly said, pressing a slow kiss against his cheeks again. “I’m so glad I have you in my life.”
Was that a yes? Or was that a no? Rafe cursed in his mind, not having a clue about the truth behind what she just said, and before he could process it further, the girl that he came here with tugged on his arms, catching his attention.
He clicked his tongue, “Yeah?”
“I want you to meet my friends,” she smiled, and proceeded to pull him to her group of friends who were waiting by the corner. Rafe tried to maintain his grim smile, trying to figure out how in the hell this girl did not notice the obvious signs that he was trying to show;
He was not interested.
“Here’s Rafe,” she exclaimed to her friends, and continued to introduce them to him. He smiled weakly at them, not really hearing their names, his mind wandering to a certain girl a distance away.
“Rafe?”
“Huh?” He looked at her again, “What is it?”
“They’re asking if you’re joining the truth or dare game in a few minutes,” she replied, and she had a look that wanted him to say yes.
“No,” he shrugged, and he watched as her shoulders slump. “But we can stay, I guess.”
She cheered, and Rafe used almost all of his energy not to mutter anything back, and followed her to the middle of the party where everyone started to gather for whatever middle school games they were planning to play.
He sat right next to hear, flicking his lighter on and off, not paying any attention towards his surrounding until she heard the familiar laugh again.
(Y/N) giggled at something JJ had said, walking towards the circle and sitting opposite of Rafe. They didn’t notice his presence, being too caught up with each other, and Rafe watched as she laughed again. He gritted his teeth.
“Who’s playing?” A voice suddenly spoke, and Rafe assumed him to be the host of the party. He thought of how the party sucks and he could hold a better party than this, but when she saw (Y/N) saying that she will be playing, he knew he had to be in the same game as her too.
“I’m playing,” he said, and watched as the people around him stared at him. (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the voice and she quickly looked at his direction, and he watched as she tried to contain her shocked expression.
“Okay, we have enough people playing,” the host said, “We’ll start with. . . John B, wanna choose first?”
“Yeah,” John B sat up straighter, looking around the circle until his eyes landed on his best friend. “JJ, truth or dare.”
JJ put on the smirk Rafe hates, “Easy. Truth.”
The crowd groaned and some booed, but JJ still had the smirk on his face, yelling to the crowd that he was just trying to calm everyone’s nerves.
“Okay,” John B rubbed his hands together, “Who would you like to fuck in this room?”
The room fell silent as their attentions were on JJ, and JJ laughed before replying the question.
“Seriously? I thought you’re going to ask for my bank account or something, not that I have money in it. But (Y/N). I’ll fuck (Y/N).”
Rafe found himself gritting his teeth, staring straight at the girl who was also staring back at him. She had a teasing smile on her face and Rafe had to stop himself from pulling her out of this goddamn party and into his car.
“I’ll go with (Y/N). Truth or dare?”
He watched her again, his heartbeat quickening.
“Dare,” she shrugged, and the crowd cheered, finally getting any actions they were craving since the start of the party. Rafe sat up straight, wanting to see to what extend she would do something, and he would be lying if he says he wasn’t nervous.
“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”
(Y/N) stood up from her seat, walking away from JJ and towards Rafe. He widened his eyes, not sure if she would actually do it or if she was messing with him, but she was clearly walking towards him and everyone knows it.
She leaned onto him and Rafe swore he could feel his heart stopping. He could smell her scent now; that goddamn cupcake smell he loves so much.
“You’re drooling,” she whispered, and turned on her heels.
She proceeded to return back to her position and kissed JJ with all of her heart and the crowd cheered, but Rafe was trying to calm himself down. He felt his anger rising, being humiliated just like that in front of everyone.
He stood up, ignoring the girl beside him’s questions and continued to walk upstairs, leaving the stupid game downstairs to smoke and probably snort some coke in his pocket. He didn’t know anyone here that much, being in a party outside of Kooksville and only knowing the pogues, but he’s not friends with them so he was totally alone in this case.
He entered a guest bedroom and proceeded to climb onto the bed, taking out his stash and unfolding a dollar from his back pocket.
“Hey.”
Rafe jumped to his feet, shocked to his core from the sudden voice, but he relaxed when he saw (Y/N), though he didn’t show it. He continued to separate the powder into lines, rubbing his nose a few times.
“Where’s the boyfriend?” He asked, sniffing and lowering his head to inhale the intoxicating substance. He threw his head back, feeling warm, and looked at her again.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, being questioned with “where’s the boyfriend?” almost two times now on the same night, and crossed her arms.
“You have no power to be mad at me, Rafe,” she said, and walked closer to him. He watched as she leaned onto him like she did downstairs a few minutes ago, “You’re not my fucking boyfriend, and you know it.”
Rafe laughed, his head getting woozy, but he couldn’t deny the amusement he was feeling at that time, and god he felt like doing the most filthiest things to her.
“And if I want to fuck JJ,” she continued, her face so close to him that her voice was just above a whisper, “Then I’m allowed to.”
“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, and he stared into her eyes with a smirk tugging on his lips. “You wanna fuck him? He can fuck you better than I can?”
Her breath hitched as he trailed his pointer along her soft cheeks from the temple, and he whispered again, this time with his face so close she could feel the heat from his breathing.
“I’m asking, baby, can he?”
One thing that (Y/N) hate was being challenged, and the look that Rafe gave her fit that exact meaning.
Before she could mutter anything else he attached their lips, moving so fast she didn’t have time to catch a breath. He pushed her over so her back was against the bed, her chest heaving, and Rafe had never looked prouder when he saw her in that state.
“Wanna be a bitch again?”
“Maybe,” she answered, with that twinkling in her eyes.
“Wrong answer,” he replied, and kissed her roughly again, hearing her moans and her fingers pulling on his already unkept hair, making them more messier. He groaned when he felt her biting on his lips, knowing that he would have to create a new lie to Topper and Kelce on why his lips are all bruised.
He pulled her apart again, this time with both of their chests heaving, and Rafe swore he had never looked at someone more beautiful than the girl before him. His eyes trailed down to her chest, seeing her breast all pushed up and her nipples hard against the cold air.
He licked his teeth, “No bra?”
“No-pe,” she giggled, emphasising on the ‘ope’. She inched closer to his ear, “Making it easy for you.”
“Thanks, baby,” he replied before kissing her fully on her lips again, and slowly going down to her core. He placed his wet kisses from her neck to her stomach and down to the aching heat as she arched her back from the tingling feeling, placing her palm against her mouth to silence herself.
He continued to place soft kisses on the outer side of her pussy, his member hardening when he could see the wet mark on her panties. He watched as she bit her lips, closing her eyes from just the kisses.
“Beg,” he whispered, and (Y/N) looked up from her laying position, feeling like dying at the slow reaction from him. She groaned, desperate for her release, and bit her lips.
“Please, Rafe,” she begged, withering as he ran his fingers along her thighs. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
Before she could prepare herself he dipped in, collecting her juices with hid tongue and flicking back and forth on her clit. She couldn’t contain her voice anymore, whimpering and moaning his name as he continued to please her, liking the way she was so submissive under his touch.
Just like putty.
“Oh my god, you’re amazing,” she gasped, gripping onto the sheets with her fingers. “I’m close, Rafe, oh my god.”
He chuckled against her core, sending vibrations throughout her body and causing her to yell from the overwhelming pleasure, gripping on the sheets even harder she could feel it coming undone from the mattress. She could feel the familiar euphoric feeling inside of her stomach and arched her back to reach it, until-
“Rafe!”
“Huh?” He looked up to her, innocently wiping his mouth with the back of his hands as he crawled back go her. He gave her a smile, “What’s wrong baby?”
“I was so close,” she answered, with tears in her eyes. Rafe tutted, using his thumb to wipe a tear that escaped, and proceeded to press the thumb on her clit, causing her to jerk upwards in shock.
“You’re okay, baby?”
“You’re a dick,” she answered, and jerked again as he pressed his thumb into her one more time. “The biggest dickhead I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah?” He raised his brow, and placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Should I go then?”
He made a move to go away and without any shame she pulled his by his wrist back, not letting go until he chuckled, placing himself before her again.
“Answer me one question,” he whispered, and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Me or JJ.”
“You.”
“Who?”
“You, Rafe.”
“Not my name,” he said in a sing-song voice, and proceeded to fake-yawn.
“You, daddy.”
He watched her with a smile on his face, leaning closer and pressing a kiss ok her cheeks one more time. “And will you be good to me?”
“Yes, daddy.”
Rafe was harder than ever, he could basically cum just by seeing her all worked up under him. His breathing was heavy, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck the girl before him.
“Okay, then,” he sighed, and before she could process anything he turned her over, exposing her ass to the air as the skirt she wore rode up to her waist, and (Y/N) felt a rush of cold against nipping on her skin.
She yelped as she felt his palm made contact with her cheeks, spreading his fingers and massaging them right after. He liked the colour of her skin now, all red, just because of him.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his boxers down, letting his member springing free and watched as his precum pooled on his tip, and quickly positioned himself before her.
“Please,” she begged, and that was enough for Rafe to push into her, closing his eyes and muttering a curse word while he felt her closing on him.
“Fuck, so good for me, baby,” he swore, fastening hid movements. The girl was practically screaming under him, and he had to place his hands against his mouth to keep her shut. He groaned, feeling the warm feeling inside him growing.
“Shut up, you bitch.”
She moaned at his words, taking a liking at the way he downgrades her since the first they had sex, and pulled on his hair as she tried to comprehend the euphoric feeling inside her.
“I’m close,” she warned, tugging on his back as he pushed into her, this time with a faster speed than before. “Fuck, I’m so close, baby-”
“Cum and I’ll fucking kill you,” he groaned, pushing himself into her that he ended up balls-deep, watching her scrunched up face trying to take his full length. He grunted, feeling his own end nearing, and getting ready to pull out.
“Fuck!” He yelled, aiming his penis at her face as he shot his load, and she could feel the hot leaks dripping off her face down to her neck. She didn’t reach her high, not wanting to disobey Rafe before, and she felt like crying her hardest.
“You’re crying now?” He laughed, cupping his face with his hands and watched as his cum dripped from her eyebrows down to her eyes, and he took the chance to clean them using his fingers before placing them before her eyes.
“Suck.”
“Fuck you,” she said, her eyes glassy.
“I said,” he leaned closer, placing his knee against her core and watched her jerked again, “Suck.”
She gritted her teeth and took his fingers into her mouth, tasting him and making lewd noises. Rafe watched her with his mouth slightly parted, his eyes a shade darker.
“You’ve been a good girl, princess,” he smiled, and made a move to hold her. She pushed his hands away and he laughed, “Tell me what do you want.”
“I want you to fuck off.”
“Really?”
She bit her lips, not wanting to answer his question. In truth, she wanted nothing but for him to fuck her like it was their last day on earth.
“You still want me to fuck off when I do-” he inserted a finger inside her and she grunted, “This?”
“Y-yeah,” she answered, biting her lips.
“Are you sure? Even when I do-” he inserted another finger, “This?”
“F-fuck, yeah,” she gripped the sheets, feeling the familiar feeing knotting in her stomach again for the third time.
“Really?” He sighed, and took his fingers out, pretending to wipe them on his shirt. “Guess I’ll go. Respect the lady, you know?”
“Fuck you,” she said, and Rafe chuckled when she took ahold of his fingers and inserting them into her by herself, arching herself at the feeing she’ve been craving since forever.
Rafe bit his lips, watching her guiding his fingers and he wished he had his phone with him so that he could record this moment and watch them over and over again.
“Close, baby?”
“Mhm,” she hummed, thrusting against his fingers. Rafe sucked in a breath, hearing her moans, and before he knew it she released himself against his fingers, screaming his name as she reached her high.
He laid himself beside her, staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breaths again. (Y/N) turned to look at him, and when he noticed she was looking at him he turned his head to her in the same way, so they were both staring at each other.
“You’re still an asshole.”
“I know.”
“And I hate you.”
“I know,” he smiled, and god, (Y/N) never had a stronger will to slap that stupid smile from his face.
“You love me though,” he suddenly said, and (Y/N) turned to look at him again.
“God, you’re full of yourself.”
“You just don’t want to accept the truth, (Y/L/N).”
“Whatever,” she got up, searching for her discarded panties and fixing her fallen top and skirt. She ran her fingers through her hair to disentangle them before making her way towards the door, only stopping to look at him before she could return to the booming music.
“See you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow.”
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