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commonwealthoccurences · 3 years

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HCs: How The Companions Confess/Date A Tsundere Sole

Note: Did my best to capture the tsundere personality! Please let me know if this is totally off base and thank you again for the request.

CW: The mildest of suggestive warnings

The Set Up:

Sole wasn’t the easiest to befriend. Sure, they had their personable side where they could calm any settler, convince any negotiator, haggle at every vendor, etc. Once things got past that, got personal, though? It seemed they shut down. They brushed off affection, went silent at compliments and reassurances, and struggled to be open with their emotions. There was no question it wasn’t a lack of affection, but a lack of expression. They defended their friends fiercely.

Once the companions began thinking of Sole as more than a friend and started looking more closely at their behavior, though, they saw how flustered they became when shown affection. It wasn’t simply a dismissive personality; they felt something and immediately short circuited. Maybe it was a reluctance to show a sign of weakness, who knows? Regardless, the companions had their work cut out for them when it came to confessing and developing a relationship.

Cait:

The Confession:

The tsundere meets the next most emotionally blocked person of the Commonwealth

Cait didn’t have her own feelings under control, that’s for sure

She cursed loudly when she realized how she felt and how that would affect things

The worst part is, Sole was the only person who struggled with things like that more than she did

The urge to scream nearly overcame her self restraint

However, she steeled herself, and began dropping hints

She watched as Sole’s cheeks lit up red whenever she threw her arm around them playfully before they shrugged the weight off and moved away

The hardest part was reminding herself that she was right; they felt the same way about her

They hesitated to sit down when she announced she needed to talk to them

Never making eye contact, they listened to her as she stumbled through her feelings, searching blindly in the dark for the confidence she once had. The confidence before she was willing to let them break her heart

The first time they spoke, it was barely a mumble, and she leaned forward to hear better

They repeated themself, hardly any louder with a “Feel the same way.” before they abruptly stood up and walked towards the window, looking out as they chewed on their nails

Cait had to laugh to herself; they may be an emotionally constipated mess, but now they were her emotionally constipated mess

The Relationship:

The longer the relationship lasted, the more confident Cait became in seeking out affection even if they didn’t enthusiastically reciprocate every time

She would hug them from behind and they would bow their head, cheeks red for the nth time, and simply continue what they were doing before

When they did reciprocate she made sure to give obvious cues that she was happy about it; she’d grin even wider, hug them tighter, and press a kiss to their cheek

Once they got truly comfortable in their relationship, Sole began seeking out affection themself

They were fond of quickly side hugging Cait and taking off immediately, but the first time they did, it made Cait’s day

The day they crawled into bed beside her and curled up into her side without hiding their face she knew they were making progress

Curie:

The Confession:

Curie isn’t sure what to do or think at first

From what she knows of human body language, ever cue they give should indicate they don’t care for her, but then when someone tries to insult or hurt her, they don’t hesitate to put themself in the line of fire

At first she takes studying their behavior as a chance to become more knowledgeable

Then, she begins to notice their smaller, less noticeable behaviors

They get flustered when she touches them, brush off her affection, but with red cheeks and shaking hands

That’s when she realizes there’s more to their habits than she’d realized at first, and comes to the conclusion that they’re simply overwhelmed when they’re faced with caring for someone

Somehow this makes her feel even more fond for them; she came to terms with her own feelings long ago

She’s learned to be quite responsible with her emotions and sits them down to talk almost right after she realizes they feel the same way

She doesn’t expect a grand response

When Sole fumbles their words, messing with their own hands as they stare into their lap, she’s patient

Eventually they get out that they feel the same and she relaxes into her seat with a sweet smile

The Relationship:

Curie’s extremely open about affection, so she and Sole are polar opposites

She presses kisses to their cheeks whenever she passes them, pulls them in for tight hugs every time they return from a job, etc

They greet her with the same embarrassed, red face and mild response

They’re not big on PTA and by not big I mean they get completely flustered and struggle to respond in any way

However, they give her shy hugs and quick kisses when they’re alone, disappearing as fast as they appeared afterwards

She’s secure enough she doesn’t question whether or not they care, she just knows they have a different way of showing it

Danse:

The Confession:

An unstoppable force meets an immovable object

The world will stop spinning before something goes on between these two

All jokes aside, Sole will actually have to say something first

The two struggle to even look at each other; at one point Haylen threw her hands up and said “Jesus Christ, I think the only people here who don’t know you guys are into each other are you two”

Safe to say there was no longer anyone on the Prydwen who didn’t know about their feelings

After that it was a miracle if the two were within the same room

Maxson had had enough of the two best soldiers dancing around each other and sent them on a mission together. Only them.

They moved in complete silence almost the entire time- they knew each other well enough that they didn’t need to communicate verbally to have each others backs luckily- until a specific night

They were camped out, eating beans out of a can on the cold ground, and Sole suddenly said, “So.” looking extremely uncomfortable

Danse’s head shot up before he even knew it

They looked at each other for a moment before Danse nodded and just went “Yeah, I feel the same.” quietly

“Cool”

It felt more like a business transaction

The Relationship:

Afterwards, they returned to their normal short, business faces in the field

They were on the same page about physical affection and it took a long while before they were completely comfortable with showing affection

The upside to this arrangement was that they would often break into flustered, quiet laughter together whenever they were cuddling

It’s easy to be comfortable with your embarrassment and hesitancy when the other person’s just as embarrassed as you

Deacon:

The Confession:

Total opposite dynamic of Danse and Sole

Deacon loves teasing them, to the point where even Des had her head in her hands at some points

It’s a miracle Sole’s left standing after spending time with Deacon. He’s constantly flirting with them, teasingly leaning down to look them in the eye when they bow their head

When they have a stony expression in response to his affection, he just amps it up

Wants them flustered by the end of the of the interaction

Honestly, if they keep up their cold appearance, it makes them the perfect duo

Deacon loves messing with them and they never really break

He’s great at denying his own feelings; he convinces himself he only thinks he’s interested in them because he’s so in the habit of flirting with them

One day, Deacon’s been bugging them nonstop and they finally break, but not in a way that they show they’re flustered

Instead, they step into his personal space and kiss him to shut him up

(It works)

When they pull away their expression hasn’t changed even a little bit

They look him up and down for a moment and then turn and keep walking

That’s the first time they short circuit Deacon

The Relationship:

Not much changes between him messing with them and them being in a relationship

Sometimes Sole catches him off guard by getting brave all of a sudden but they always disappear right after

He’s often left calling after them, asking why they abandoned him so fast

It takes the rest of the Railroad months to realize anythings changed between the two

It’s when Sole has to leave for an extremely dangerous recon mission and they abruptly kiss Deacon so hard even he’s surprised that they realize they’re together

Gage:

The Confession:

Between Gage outright having aggressive undertones and Sole’s flat tones in response to everything Gage says, it’s hard for the raiders to believe they even get along

The pair know better though

They just struggle to make a move

Gage is terrified of letting someone in again, Sole doesn’t think they’re good enough, and together they make the world’s most anticlimactic mix

Gage has a little jealousy issue

When Mason makes some flirtatious comments, he gets angry

As soon as he and Sole get back to the Overboss quarters he faces them, “So are we coming to terms with this shit yet?”

“Excuse me?”

He moves slow enough that they can stop him, but grabs their face in his hands and kisses them

When they pull away they pause for a moment before replying, “Yeah. I can deal with that.”

They turn and return to business right away. “So what are we doing with the kiddie kingdom territory?”

They infuriate him in the best way possible

The Relationship:

Sole doesn’t particularly react to affection; they basically ignore it

Gage takes this as permission and often keeps an arm around their waist when they’re discussing something

Sometimes slaps their ass as he walks by just to get a reaction

They often turn and glare, or give him a flat expression

He knows they’ll tell him directly if he’s crossing a line, so he knows they don’t actually care

They show affection in the most nonchalant way

Often they’ll be talking about the plans for the raiders and just drop into his lap while talking to him, not reacting at all to their own movement

Hancock:

The Confession:

Quite similar to Deacon

Loves jokingly flirting with them but honestly can’t tell if they care for him in return or not

He comes to terms with his feelings quite easily; he knew there was something that was gonna draw them in about them when they walked through the gates to Goodneighbor and simply flicked their cigarette at Flynn’s threats, not changing their calm expression

They react to his flirtations the same way; they simply don’t

Eventually, he has to tell them; life’s short after all

When they listen to him, expressionless, but respond with a “Yeah, same.” he takes it as a win

The Relationship:

The only thing that changes is that Hancock knows they’re happy with the flirting he does with them

Their pushing him away eases and eventually they find themself relaxing into his embraces

They don’t particularly think about it. It just happened automatically over time

Still doesn’t approve of blatant PDA but they’re fine with him keeping a hand in their back pocket

MacCready:

The Confession:

Poor Mac

He has no idea what to think of the way they react to affection

On one hand they seem to hate it; on the other hand, they still stand closer to him than necessary and quirk their eyebrow, displeased, whenever someone hits on him

Eventually he realizes that’s just how they are, but it doesn’t particularly please him

He definitely wishes they had a better handle on their emotions

He’s one of the most notorious companions for getting flustered but Sole’s mannerisms get him so frustrated he ends up just blurting out how he feels, arms crossed, seeming annoyed

They nod. “Me too.”

The Relationship:

It sure as hell is a tricky relationship to navigate at first

Mac finds him frustrated a lot and eventually sits them down and has a serious discussion with them about expressing their emotions

They work on it after that to make things easier

It definitely helps

They still struggle when they’re around other people but they get a lot better about being more affectionate in private

Nick:

The Confession:

There’s… no confession moment

They kind of just ease into a relationship without discussion

They’re so casual about it and there’s so little discussion that they’re genuinely surprised when people as if they and Nick are together

Nick understood from the get go that they wouldn’t be obviously reciprocating his affection so when they didn’t react to them holding their waist, he didn’t think anything of it

Eventually this evolved and they were dating without realizing it

The Relationship:

At some point after everyone else in Diamond City starts asking questions, they do talk a little and decide, yeah, they’re in a relationship, just forgot to talk about it

Almost nothing changes when they do, though

Nick is in the habit of showing nonchalant affection without expecting anything back

When Sole does initiate it’s rare and quick, but he appreciates it all the same

They ease a little more into the affectionate side of things easily after they have the discussion about their relationship

Piper:

The Confession:

She gets flustered easily and Sole has a mask of stone when it comes to flirting

Overall, just a mess

She struggles to make a move on them and when she does they don’t even react which confuses her even more

She’s the type of person to try and hide her feelings and then it all comes rushing out one day, so that’s exactly what happens

“I have feelings for you, but I can’t even tell if you want to be friends still!”

“Oh. I have feelings for you too.”

Piper’s never wanted to fight someone and kiss someone so badly at the same time

The Relationship:

She definitely has a talk with them about expressing their emotions and not pushing her away

It can get upsetting to be brushed off when showing affection

Sole puts in effort and openly accepts affection in private, but struggles to initiate it for a while

Once they start initiating affection Piper relaxes and is much more reassured in the relationship

Preston:

The Confession:

Honestly doesn’t pick up any cues that they’re into him

He barely even thinks they’re friends a lot of times; sure, they defend him fiercely, but he assumes that’s just part of them defending the Minutemen/settlers in Sanctuary

They’re so straight faced all the time it’s difficult for him to believe there’s anything more than a work relationship to them

It’s when a settler comments that they’ve never seen Sole care for someone more than they do Preston that he starts questioning his previous views

Then he notices the little things they do to help him out; they pick up shifts as soon as he mentions there’s a watch slot that needs to be filled. They bring him coffee without a word when it’s freezing out. He wakes up and finds his gun cleaned and ammo restocked.

This is what gives him the confidence to come forward about his feelings

He gives a speech about how he hopes this doesn’t change how they work together and if it’s disrespectful to cross this line he apologizes

Sole just replies with a nod and says “Surprised it took you this long.”

The Relationship:

They remain completely professional in the field/in front of settlers

In fact, very few people suspect a thing

Preston gets a little confused by the lack of affection after their talk but he realizes he never should’ve expected things to 180

He simply adapts and starts showing affection the same way they do; he wants to make sure they know he cares for them by reciprocating in a way he knows they understand

So, considering he wakes up before them, he leaves hot coffee or tea by their bed every morning right before he leaves for patrol

When they get home from a tough run across the Commonwealth they wake up to the clothes they were wearing cleaned and folded on top of their dresser

Eventually they start showing traditional affection on their own

X6-88:

The Confession:

Obviously X6 is the king of a tsundere attitude, especially if he stays with the Institute

Affection??? Who’s that

They keep track of each other well and have each other’s backs and that’s how they show affection

There’s no super-forward gestures of affection

They both know about their feelings for each other; they have the same way of showing emotion, it’s hard not to know

If X6 stays with the Institute there isn’t a relationship; there’s certainly a lot of straight-faced pining, but no relationship

The Relationship:

If X6 eventually leaves, and so does Sole, then they slowly ease into a relationship after X6 gets settled in the Commonwealth

It’s a hesitant process, but happens nonetheless, and they also get more comfortable with showing each other affection (though only in private)

Overall way more understanding of Sole’s mannerisms than the rest of the companions

#fallout 4 #fo4 #companions react #headcanons #hcs #fluff #Cait #Curie #Paladin Danse #Deacon #Gage #Mayor Hancock #Nick Valentine #RJ MacCready #Piper #Preston Garvey #X6-88

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yourfavewriteress · 4 years

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easy progression | josh anderson

Teaser: “You should feel like you can wear my sweater without asking.”

As I woke up, the sun was shining brightly on my face. I opened my eyes slightly with a sigh. Noticing that Josh wasn’t next to me, I sat up, looking over his room where both of our clothes were sprawled out on the floor.

Josh and I had met a few months ago at my local grocery store, which happened to be his as well. As smart as he was, he clearly didn’t know how to pick out produce.

“Hey,” I heard from next to me. I turned slowly, locking eyes with probably one of the most attractive guys I’ve ever seen in person.

“Hi?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, I’m sure early on Saturday is the worst time to interact with people,” He smiled, sheepishly.

“You’re not bothering,” I smiled in response, noticing the tint of pink on his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” He breathed, looking back at the various peppers in front of him. “I was wondering if you knew how to decide which ones are good or not?”

“Of the peppers?” I asked. He looked back at me, biting his lip while nodding.

“I promise this is not a pick-up line or anything,” He said quickly before I could respond. “I’m truly lost here. I was just gonna grab whatever, but then I saw someone here earlier and they stood here for at least 10 minutes picking.”

“It’s fine,” I laughed. “Uhm, I’m pretty sure you just have to pick the ones that are closest to the shape of peppers you see on TV or in magazines. I usually look for ones that just look like they should be in a photoshoot and not here.”

He smiled, “That’s smart.”

“Yeah, they also should be kinda heavy, like this one,” I handed him one. He took it from my hands, examining it.

“Okay, that makes sense,” He nodded.

“Anything else?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

He looked over at me and I watched as he searched my face for a few seconds, “No, uhm, thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” I smiled, before moving back over to my cart. I barely moved an inch before he walked over to me, blocking my way.

“Last question?”

Standing next to my cart, I finally got a good view of just how tall and fit this guy was. Clearly an athlete, I noticed his Columbus Blue Jackets windbreaker.

“Mhm,” I hummed, looking up at him.

“What’s your name?”

I blushed, “I thought you weren’t flirting?”

He blushed, too, “I wasn’t. But, I think I might change my mind.”

“Y/N,” I held out my hand to him.

“I’m Josh,” He returned my handshake. “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.”

“So, Y/N,” He started. “Are you from around here?”

I couldn’t hold back my laugh as I responded, “Really?”

“What?” He grinned. “What else could I have said?”

“Anything, honestly,” I teased.

“Well, I actually live in this neighborhood, so it is a valid question,” He shrugged.

“Yes, I live in the neighborhood.”

“Where?” He asked. “Wait, don’t answer that, that’s weird.”

“I wasn’t going to,” I laughed.

“Good,” He said. “But, I would really like to take you out sometime. If you’ll let me.”

“Already?”

He shrugged again, “We’re in a grocery store, I’m sure you probably have other things to do right this second.”

“I do,” I trailed off. “How about I give you my number and we start there?”

“I can live with those terms.”

Four months later, and here I was in Josh’s bed. We went out a few times after that day and Josh truly surprised me. Not only was he an actual gentleman, he made me laugh and feel safe.

Our relationship progressed nicely, if I might say. We went out a few times, one resulting is the most amazing overnight. Josh was funny, caring, protective, and as much as I hated to admit it, irresistible. Since we lived so close together, we spent a lot of time together at each other’s apartments.

I quickly brushed my teeth in his bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. When I was done rinsing my mouth, I put my hair up in the best bun possible after Josh’s fingers did their work on it the night before. Walking through the room, I picked up Josh’s hoodie on the floor, bringing it with me downstairs to the kitchen.

Josh’s back was to me as he was making what I hoped was our breakfast.

“Hey, can I wear this?” I held up the sweater as he turned around. Although this wasn’t the first time Josh and I had slept together, I made sure to be careful about how comfortable I got, especially with his belongings. We never really talked about what we were or what was/wasn’t okay to do. To be safe, I made sure to always ask.

He smiled, “Of course, go for it.”

“Thanks,” I slid the hoodie over my head, smoothing it over my tank top and shorts.

“Good morning to you, too,” He said, turning back to the pan in front of him.

“Good morning, Joshua,” I laughed. “How did you sleep?”

“Really good,” He responded, looking back at me with a grin on his face. He continued to watch me as I adjusted my bun.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just look really cute,” He said.

“Josh, I looked in the mirror before I came down here. Please don’t lie to me.” He laughed loudly, throwing his head back.

“What are you making me?” I asked, smiling at him.

“Oh, did you want something?” He asked. I stared at him, and he smirked. “I kind of only made enough for one.”

“Oh, so what are you gonna eat?” I challenged. “Guests always eat first.”

“You know what, I’ll give you that one,” He nodded. I watched as he walked over to my place at the counter. “What do you suggest I eat? You?”

“You’re gross,” I rolled my eyes. “Last night wasn’t enough?”

He laughed, “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

I looked around the kitchen trying to hide my blush, “You’re literally so cheesy.”

He shrugged, leaning down to kiss me. “It’s just bacon and eggs, by the way.”

“Sounds nice,” I smiled against his lips.

“I also wanted to talk to you about something,” He said, locking eyes with me.

“Okay,” I narrowed mine at him.

“It’s not bad,” He laughed, noticing my reaction. He walked back over to the food and I waited as he finished up. We sat in a comfortable silence while we ate, but I couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room.

As he sat next to me eating, I turned to him.

“Is this the part where you tell me you met someone else?”

He rolled his eyes, turning to face me. “You really think I would do that to you?”

Unsure of how to respond to such a bold question, I shrugged.

“I think you’re amazing,” He started. “Like, beyond amazing, honestly. I don’t see myself wanting to hang out with anyone else, and I was wondering how you felt about that?”

I breathed, smiling, “I thought you were going to say the opposite.”

“Why?” He laughed.

“I don’t know what goes on in your head,” I responded.

“Well,” He spread his legs wider, pulling me and the chair I was sitting on closer to him and in between his legs. “I know that you are really, really, hot, especially right now.”

“My hair?”

“Hey, I’m taking credit for this, don’t bash my work,” He joked, pushing one of my flyaways behind my ear.

“You’re such a clown,” I rolled my eyes.

He paused, and we stared at each other while I assumed he collected his thoughts. “I care about you, a lot. And, I care about this. I want to introduce you to my friends so they can stop acting like you don’t exist and I’m crazy. I don’t want to keep acting like this is casual and we’re just friends. I don’t want to be your friend, and I’ve been thinking about this a lot these past few weeks. I want you to know that this is way more than casual for me, and I want to be with you. I want you to trust me and I really hope I’m not blowing this. I just, I know you deserve to be with someone who’s going to commit to you, and I’m telling you right now, I will and I want to. I want you, and this.”

“What caused this big realization?” I asked.

“Ever since we met, you’re all I can think about. No matter how hard I try, I want to see you, and touch you, and be with you. And, I know this might sound fucking crazy because we haven’t known each other for that long, but I really feel like this isn’t something I should fight. You’re really fucking incredible and I hope you know that. And, I’m probably saying too much right now and freaking you out, but I had to say it before I leave tomorrow. You should know how I feel about you and you should feel like you can wear my sweater without asking.”

“Josh,” I smiled, leaning in to him. “Are you asking to be my boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I am,” He mumbled, blushing.

I pressed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. “If you would have given it a couple hours, I would be the one saying all that to you.”

“Really?” He smirked.

“Mhm,” I pecked his lips again.

“So, you finally admit you like me?” He teased, kissing the corner of my mouth, his arms around my waist holding me against him.

“You know that I like you.”

“I had a feeling,” He smiled. “But, it’s nice to hear it.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I do really like you. I just didn’t want to get ahead of myself, but I think you’re amazing, too.”

“How amazing?”

“So amazing that I’m letting you even look at me before I shower,” I joked, running my fingers through his hair.

“And, you look fucking good.” I stood up from my chair, moving to straddle Josh’s lap.

“Well, you look fucking good,” I repeated, kissing him again. He smiled against me, kissing back.

“Can we go back to bed?”

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trilliastra · 4 years

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[so i wrote this fic, based on my own post. xicheng, fluff, so much fluff]

“He said he didn't sign up for a kid.”

“And what did you say?”

“That Jin Ling is not a kid, obviously. He is fourteen.” Jiang Cheng answers, drinking the rest of the wine. When they were renovating the house, Lan Wangji made sure to add a big, fancy, wine cellar that is always filled with Wei Wuxian's favorite Gusu wine, it's ridiculous, but whenever Jiang Cheng feels the need to get wasted, he'd much rather drink something good than the cheap beer he keeps in his fridge.

Wei Wuxian bursts out laughing, spitting wine everywhere. He immediately flinches and scrambles to wipe it off – Lan Wangji is very particular about his kitchen, Wei Wuxian had said – while giggling. Jiang Cheng immediately regrets every decision he's ever made and vows to stay at home next time. At least the cheap beer won't make fun of his misery.

Wei Wuxian keeps laughing as Jiang Cheng fills another glass of wine, rolling his eyes. He's not nearly drunk enough for this shit. “Jiang Cheng, you know you are allowed to talk about something else during a date, right?”

Jiang Cheng scoffs. Of course he knows, he isn't stupid or new to this. He's been on more dates than he can remember, but his life revolves around taking care of Jin Ling, and when his date asks about his family, well –

“If they can't accept the fact that Jin Ling will always be there, then they might as well fuck off.” Jiang Cheng points out.

“Well, sure.” Wei Wuxian concedes. “But you don't even give them time to know if they want to be involved with you before you're kicking them away. That's not how first dates are supposed to go.”

“How would you know,” Jiang Cheng grumbles, annoyed that Wei Wuxian might be right. This time. “You haven't been on a date since like, 2002.”

“2001.” Wei Wuxian corrects, resting his head on his hand and smiling. Disgusting. “But I have a fifteen year old boy, I hear things.”

“Yeah, you're the cool parent, fuck off.” Jiang Cheng drops his head on the table, groaning. The room is starting to spin around him and Wei Wuxian's annoying laughter is making him want to throw up.

He's never getting drunk with his brother again, Jiang Cheng thinks, vowing to buy his own Gusu wine and spare himself the humiliation.

–

“Did you get drunk with Uncle again?” Jin Ling walks into Jiang Cheng's bedroom, Little Fairy – not so little anymore – following him and immediately starting to jump on the bed. “Did you have a bad date?”

“The worst.” Jiang Cheng groans into his pillow, Fairy huffing and barking next to him.

Somehow he falls asleep again and wakes up hours later with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on his bedside table.

Fuck all the failed dates, this is the only thing that matters.

–

Business meetings are the bane of Jiang Cheng's existence, but he's still Jin Ling's guardian and as long as he attends the stupid parties, his nephew won't have to and really, he'd rather kill himself before letting a fourteen year-old boy be part of this world.

It's barely nine and Jin Guangshan is not even drunk but he's laughing loudly, making lewd comments about his employees, and Leader Yao is already asking about the strippers. Jiang Cheng feels sick.

“Sometimes,” Lan Xichen says, coming to sit next to Jiang Cheng at the bar, “I wish I could get drunk.”

Jiang Cheng snorts, raising his glass of water. “Me too.” He doesn't drink with people he doesn't trust, knows Jin Guangshan or Jin Zixun wouldn't hesitate to use it against him or Jin Ling.

Someone announces the strippers are coming and Jin Guangshan celebrates by opening a new bottle of champagne. “They could at least feed us.” Jiang Cheng says, rolling his eyes. Lan Xichen huffs out a laugh.

They've known each other for a long time but their interactions have been limited to family dinners at Wei Wuxian's house and during Jin Guangshan's parties. Lan Xichen used to travel a lot for work, never staying home for long, but on the rare occasions they've met, he always had a gentle smile on his face.

Many people say Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen could be twins, despite the three year difference between them, but Lan Xichen is far more pleasant to speak with. And handsome too – Jiang Cheng notices, blushing when the man looks at him with a questioning look.

Fuck, where's the wine when he needs it.

There's more yelling and cheering when the strippers arrive and Lan Xichen turns around immediately. “Don't you just wish they would stop doing this?” He asks.

“Every time.” Jiang Cheng answers, watching a woman start to give Jin Guangshan a lap dance. There are at least a dozen of them and soon enough the clothes start to disappear and Jiang Cheng winces when a half-naked blonde smiles at him. “Fuck it.” He says, slamming his glass on the counter. “I'm too gay for this shit.” Lan Xichen's eyes widen and Jiang Cheng actually feels sorry for him. Sighing, he decides no one deserves to go through this alone. “Wanna get out of here?” He asks.

The other man blinks, surprised, but not a moment later, smiles. “Yes, yes, I do.”

–

“My mother used to bake.” Lan Xichen says, taking another bite of his fish. Earlier, when Jiang Cheng teased him about not talking while eating – one of the many rules of the Lan sect, Lan Xichen confessed, laughing, that he's not a good example of how a Lan should be. ('Is it because you smile too much?', Jiang Cheng joked and Lan Xichen laughed and laughed.) “Wangji always loved her chocolate cakes.”

“How about you?” Jiang Cheng asks.

“Oh,” Lan Xichen startles, like no one has ever asked him this question before, “I – don't really like sweets.” He shrugs, smiling. “I always preferred her chicken soup.”

“Jin Ling hates soup.” Jiang Cheng says, frowning. “I don't know how he can be a Jiang and hate soup. It's all Jin Zixuan's fault.” Jiang Cheng has always tried to keep Jiang Yanli's memory alive, to tell Jin Ling about his mother as much as possible, so he can remember and treasure her, as she always deserved. But, Jiang Cheng guesses, he talked too much about her and too little about Jin Zixuan, and as Jin Ling grew up he kept trying to know more about his father, trying to find a way to become a little more like him and a little less like his mother.

It's hard not to feel like he failed them both, somehow.

“You talk a lot about him.” Lan Xichen says, softly. Jiang Cheng feels himself getting red, embarrassed at being called out yet again.

“I –” he coughs, “I can't help –”

“Oh, no, no.” Lan Xichen hurries to say, taking Jiang Cheng's hand in his. “I find it lovely.”

“Oh.” Jiang Cheng whispers, feeling incredibly stupid. He doesn't know how to react when being complimented, years of self-loathing making him unable to believe in the truthfulness behind the words. But this is Lan Xichen, he might talk during meals, but he isn't a liar. Somehow, that makes Jiang Cheng feel even more shy. “Thank you.”

Lan Xichen smiles and Jiang Cheng finds himself wanting to giggle like a teenager, happy and bubbly, and – cherished?

What the fuck.

–

“That was better than Jin Guangshan's party.” Jiang Cheng points out, walking to his car. Lan Xichen insisted on walking with him and this time Jiang Cheng does blush like a teenager.

“It was.” Lan Xichen agrees, stopping in front of Jiang Cheng's car and smiling. Jiang Cheng doesn't know how and why he's always smiling, but it is doing things to his heart and it's fucking confusing. He's known him for more than a decade, his body shouldn't be reacting like this. “We should do it again next week.”

“Fuck, no.” Jiang Cheng blurts out, shuddering. “One party a month is enough for me, thanks.”

“I meant the date.” Lan Xichen says, smiling still, always smiling, forever smiling. Jiang Cheng wants to punch him. With his mouth.

Wait – “Date?” He blinks, staring up at the other man, confused. Lan Xichen takes his hand again, eyes shining with – curiosity? Expectation?

Jiang Cheng looks away, towards the restaurant where they just finished eating while talking about their families, where Lan Xichen occasionally held his hand, even ignored the waitress trying to flirt with him in order to laugh as Jiang Cheng talked about the time Jin Ling tried to dye his hair blue but ended up looking a Smurf.

Oh, fuck, they were on a date.

“Oh, shit.”

Lan Xichen chuckles, squeezing his hand. “So?”

“I –” Jiang Cheng clears his throat. He had no idea what was happening and he still had the best date of his life, “yeah, sure. Next week. A date. Sure.”

“Good.” Lan Xichen steps closer, presses a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth that makes Jiang Cheng's knees go weak. “I'll call you.” He whispers and turns around, walking towards his own car.

Fuck. Jiang Cheng opens the door with shaking hands, starts the car and finally gives into the urge to laugh.

–

“Did he talk about Jin Ling the entire time?” Wei Wuxian asks, jumping around them like an energetic puppy.

“Shut up.” Jiang Cheng orders, ready to jump on his brother, but Lan Xichen stops him with a hand on his thigh.

“It was very adorable.”

“Oh my god!” Wei Wuxian yells, laughing like a mad man.

Jiang Cheng drops his head on Lan Xichen's shoulder, groaning, but, as his boyfriend kisses the top of his head gently, he realizes he regrets nothing.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #xicheng #jiang cheng x lan xichen #mdzs #my fic

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sluttyten · 5 years

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summary: you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know

words: 13,756

tags: innocence kink/corruption kink, praise kink, phone sex, masturbation (male and female), slight exhibitionism

One of the first things Johnny ever said to you was that you were the picture of innocence. You were a total cutie, all wide-eyed innocence the first time he kissed you, nearly a whole foot shorter than him and you still had a baby face (which only made him want to baby you even more). And to be fair, you were definitely quite innocent.

You’d been kinda sheltered throughout your life. Your family had strictly enforced rules about who you could hang out with, what you could watch, what sort of things you could learn about. Sex ed had been a class that your family wanted you taking no part in. You weren’t allowed to watch movies where physical contact went any further than kissing. And if your family got a whiff of anyone you hung out with was having sex or talking about sexual things, you were no longer allowed to be around them.

But then you grew up. Ignorant of sexuality and all sorts of dirty things.

To be honest, at times you almost felt like you were thrown to the wolves when you were unleashed out into the world. An adult who was so out of the loop when it came to dirty jokes and the casual ribbing people around you did about their sex lives.

You met Johnny through a friend of a friend of a friend. You spotted him from across the room, as soon as you walked through the door into the hole-in-the-wall restaurant where your friend had invited you. Johnny caught your eye, sprawled out in the booth as he was, and you couldn’t look away even as your friend called out and started trying to talk to you from across the way.

It wasn’t love at first sight. Although you were raised on mostly Disney-type romance movies, you didn’t believe in love at first sight.

But when you met Johnny, it was as close to love at first sight as you’d ever felt.

Johnny seemed to be totally enchanted by how adorable you were, teasing you almost right away about being short (even though you insisted that he was just very tall). He liked the way that you got shy when someone at the table asked you if you had a boyfriend.

Johnny liked a lot of things about you, and he liked all the things that he didn’t see in you too. Maybe it was a bit about how he thought he could corrupt that picture-perfect innocence.

That night Johnny stood at your side, making you feel so tiny, while you waited for your Uber to come pick you up. He asked for your number and smiled and laughed loudly and shamelessly with you. It wasn’t until several days later when you met up with your friend again that she laughed in your face and told you that Johnny was hardcore flirting with you and she couldn’t believe you were so blind.

You had her review the texts you and Johnny had exchanged, and she laughed even harder. “He’s got it so bad for you, babe! This boy is desperate and, bless your heart, you really didn’t notice? You keep curving him and you didn’t even realize?”

Maybe you accidentally playing hard-to-get made Johnny want you even more, she hypothesized. She claimed that a lot of guys would’ve gotten tired of their advances being rejected by this point, but Johnny was still texting you every free moment, trying to get you to open up, to come hang out with him some time. But you were nervous because you’d never spent much (or really any) one-on-one time with a guy before. Especially not a guy like Johnny who made you nervous--your palms sweating, your heart beating, your body flushing with heat like you’d never felt before.

“A guy like Johnny would be so good for you.” She said, and you watched over her shoulder as she typed out a message to Johnny from your phone. You barely registered the words before she’d hit send. “There it’s a date. You and Johnny, tomorrow night. If you need any advice, I’m open to give it.”

Your anxiety built over the next twenty-four hours until you were standing there, waiting for Johnny to show and you felt like you could absolutely burst. What if he stood you up? What if your friend had misread everything and Johnny really didn’t like you? Worst of all, what if he just wanted to have sex with you?

You may have been innocent, but you knew that there were plenty of people like that. People who just wanted to have sex, who weren’t interested in romance.

You couldn’t be that way.

For one thing, you barely even knew how to have sex. Only the most basic understanding of penis and vagina, and you couldn’t even comprehend how it worked when it was two guys or two girls, and you totally blamed your parents for this blank space in your knowledge, blamed them for the fear and guilt you felt anytime you opened up a window in your internet browser with thoughts toward searching it up.

You always panicked and exited out before you could do it, so here you were, going on your first date with Johnny Suh and completely in the dark about how sex worked.

“Y/N?”

“Johnny, hey!” You sighed when he appeared beside you. “I was getting nervous.”

Johnny towered over you, a baseball cap shading his eyes, but nothing could hide his bright smile. “Don’t be nervous. Do you want to go in?”

Your first date was an ice cream shop. Johnny paid, and then you walked around the area, eating your ice cream and talking, and he was a gentleman. He asked if he could hold your hand. He asked before he used his thumb to wipe away the vanilla ice cream that dripped from your bottom lip; his eyes were dark on the droplet and he licked his lips when his thumb traced your mouth.

You felt your whole body tingle at his touch, but you ignored it.

A second date, a third, a sixth, ninth date all followed the first. Each time you got to know each other a little better. Sometimes you hung out alone together, sometimes you met up with the same group of friends as the first night you met. And then Johnny invited you to meet the members of his group. They were all nice and funny, very welcoming when Johnny walked inside and introduced you to them while he held your hand tight in his.

You hung out with them for a while, boys drifting in and out of the dorm, new names and faces. It was great meeting them because you’d been hearing about them for weeks from Johnny, plus they were all very good looking, but soon you just wanted to be alone with Johnny. You wanted his attention only on you, which you weren’t getting when Yuta and Mark were trying to coax him into playing a video game with them.

“Johnny,” You whispered, clinging to his hand.

He glanced over at you, his eyes flickering back to the screen for a moment, but when you squeezed his hand again, he looked back at you and you felt a smile burst to your lips. “I should show you around, shouldn’t I?”

Maybe you should’ve been more nervous when Johnny brought you straight to his room. You’d never been alone in a bedroom with a boy that you weren’t related to before, but somehow being with Johnny alone in his bedroom (even with the door shut) didn’t make you nervous at all. You simply savored the attention, all of it poured on you.

Johnny moved over and sat down on his bed, watching as you moved around the room, looking at the pictures, collections of knick knacks and belongings, books and CDs and fan gifts. Then your eyes land on his camera, perched on top of a chest of drawers, half of which were spilling out clothes.

“Can I?” You asked. Johnny nodded, so you carefully picked up the camera, powered it on, and turned it on him.

Johnny grinned and leaned back on his hands, his legs spread apart and his eyes glued on you. “Are you gonna take my picture? Do I look good?”

“You always look good.” The camera flashed as you took a photo, and you took a step closer to him. Johnny shifted, sitting up as you approached, his expression shifting from his bright smile to more of a pouty look that had you giggling as you pressed down on the shutter again. “Just like a model.”

You snapped a few more pictures before you suddenly felt his hand on your elbow, pulling you forward so you stood between his legs, his face so close in the viewfinder that you lowered the camera so you didn’t get lightheaded at the proximity. But he was still close, still beautiful and breathtaking.

Johnny carefully took the camera from you and he leaned back some, now aiming the lens at you. “If you think I’m good-looking enough to be a model, you should see yourself.”

You laughed and covered your face, hiding behind your hands. While Johnny’s attention was always flattering, you couldn’t help but still feel self-conscious about your cheeks being too chubby or your nose too wide or your eyes too close together or something silly like that.

Johnny smiled warmly as he set aside the camera and reached for your wrists, drawing your hands away from your face, drawing you down to sit beside him on the bed. “You’re so cute,” He teased. “I told you before, you don’t need to be shy or nervous with me. You’re beautiful.”

His fingers stroked the inside of your wrist, and you hoped that he couldn’t feel how hard your pulse was racing. You dipped your chin and watched his fingers on your skin for a moment and everything else in the world fell away so it was just you and Johnny in the quiet of his bedroom, his fingers making soothing shapes on your skin, his touch so warm and nice that you felt like you could just melt into him.

He cleared his throat.

You looked up.

And just like that, Johnny Suh was kissing you.

You jerked backwards in surprise, your eyes so wide, your face burning as your brain processed what just happened. You stared at Johnny, your gaze darting from his lips to his eyes, and back. His fingers were still on your wrist, unmoving, just a warm relaxing presence.

“Sorry,” He apologized, ducking his head a little, but he didn’t look away from you. “You look so adorable, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry, I was just surprised. I’ve -- I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

His fingers twitched against your wrist. “Never?”

Again, you shook your head. “I know, it’s silly right. To be this age and not have kissed anyone before. It’s embarrassing.” Your face felt even hotter then than it had just a moment before.

“Hey, what did I just say? You don’t have to be shy or nervous or embarrassed with me.” One hand loosened from your wrist, coming up to cup your cheek. For a second, your heart leapt in your chest (whether from nerves or excitement you couldn’t be sure) as you thought he was about to kiss you again. But he didn’t, instead he cocked his head a little to the side and as you met his eyes, you were hit with a wave of unsurety.

The way Johnny looked at you, you’d never seen it before. Not on his face anyway. His eyes glinted, his lips curved into a gentle smile, but there was a rough and sweet hunger hiding just under the surface, a curiosity that made your heart beat faster and filled you with your own curiosity.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend before?” Johnny asked then, his voice quiet, gently prodding so as not to scare you or make you feel any more embarrassed.

You shook your head. “No, not really. I mean, there was one guy but we only went on a few dates. He never even kissed me, we just held hands.”

“So you’re really perfectly innocent, aren’t you? It’s not just your personality, you’re really the picture of innocence that I teased you about being?” Johnny dropped his hand from your cheek, reaching for your hand instead as you nod in response to his question.

“Yes.” Again, your face burned and you swore you might combust. But still, part of you liked it, liked the way that Johnny was only looking at you, his attention never wavering for even a moment. “The only physical contact I’ve ever had with boys are that guy who I dated and you.”

Your gaze drifted to his lips again. Johnny smiled.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asked.

You swallowed hard and nodded, shutting your eyes.

Johnny leaned closer and closer, his hands on yours, and when he was close enough you could feel his breath mingling with yours, he whispered, “Relax, beautiful.”

That time when he kissed you, you were expecting it. That time you didn’t pull away, you sunk in, enraptured by the magic that was Johnny’s kiss. He was the one that drew back, and he chuckled when you chased his lips, so he closed the distance again.

You kissed for a little while and it was so nice with Johnny guiding you, his small sounds of encouragement when you started growing more confident and kissing him back.

By the time that Johnny moved back, running a hand through his hair in a very attractive manner, you felt kinda out of it. Your eyes were heavy, your lips tingled, and you just wanted to curl into his side and never leave. You wanted more of his lips, but just as you were about to ask him for just one more kiss, he moved.

Johnny grabbed a pillow from the head of his bed and dragged it into his lap, then he took one of your hands in his again, and you folded your legs in front of you and scooted closer until your knees were both touching his, each of you facing the other on the bed.

Things were quiet for a moment, just Johnny playing with your fingers while you watched and silently contemplated how to get him to kiss you again without sounding too needy, but in the end it was Johnny who broke the silence with another question.

“Have you ever cum before?” He asked, tracing his fingers over the back of your hand.

You cocked your head to the side, watching his fingers. “Come where?”

He laughed a little then turned your hand over, repeating the movements of his fingers there. It made your hand tingle and your fingers want to draw in on your palm. “No, I mean. Orgasm. Like, you said you’re a virgin, but have you ever masturbated? Ever touched yourself down there?”

Oh.

Your body got very hot, and you slid your hand away to flutter it over your hair, nervously trying to busy your shaking hands. You lowered your eyes down to your lap.

You shook your head.

The only touching you’d ever done was for the sake of washing your body.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you...” Johnny reached for your shaking hands, soothingly taking them between his own. “You don’t have to be nervous or shy with me. And you don’t have to answer my questions if they make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright,” You pressed the words out, and lifted your gaze to his. “I just, I’ve never talked about anything like this with anyone. I don’t... I don’t know a lot about sex. Or much of anything at all really. So I’m sorry if I sound stupid or if I’m just too much of a baby for you to want to be with me anymore.”

Johnny inhaled, the sound sudden and sharp, and he brought his hands up to your face. “Don’t say that. You might be a bit like a baby, but you’re my baby.”

A warm, hot feeling bloomed in the middle of your chest, like a bright tropical flower blooming, unfolding all of its leaves and filling your chest with their thick heated glow. Sweet and pretty and you wanted to pluck it from inside you and share it with Johnny. You liked what he said. You liked it a lot.

You bit your bottom lip and looked into his eyes, deep and beautifully brown. Your next word slipped from your mouth, smooth as silk. “Yours?”

Johnny grinned. “Yeah. You’re my baby. Do you like that?”

You nodded. Johnny squeezed your cheeks between his hands, then leaned in and kissed you chastely.

“Can I teach you?”

Teach you? Teach you what?

“Can I teach you all about sex?” Johnny asked, softly pressing his lips to yours again. “I don’t mean we have to have sex. That would be pretty presumptuous of me, but, like, you said it yourself. You don’t know much of anything about sex, but I can teach you.”

And deep down, a part of you yearned for Johnny to be your teacher, to finally take away that innocent part of you that you felt had always held you back a little bit. You wanted to know about that darker, dangerous place of sensuality that you’d never been allowed to understand.

So you agreed.

“Teach me. You promise?”

Johnny grinned wider and kissed you once again, looping his pinkie finger through yours and stamping the promise as he murmured, “I promise, baby.”

Johnny’s sexual education class didn’t begin that night. It was a few days before he texted you, asking when you’d be free for your first lesson. You’d almost forgotten about that promise, but at the reminder, your heart leapt in your chest, nervously pounding.

You met at the dorm again, and the place was quiet and dark and Johnny took you to his room to sit together on his bed again, his laptop open on his lap.

The first thing he did was google ‘penis.’

“I know what a penis is, Johnny. I’ve seen them before.” You told him, and Johnny looked at you in surprise until you blushed. “Well, I mean, I’ve seen them in anatomy textbooks.”

“That’s not the same thing. Looking at a dick through a medical kind of perspective is nowhere near the same as seeing one sexually, my sweet girl.”

He slid the laptop over into your lap, and you blushed, unsure what to do now. “Just search, sweet girl. Anything you have questions about, ask me. I just want to help you.”

You squirmed a bit as you clicked on the images tab and row after row of images of penises appear. “They’re so weird,” You mumbled, not sure where to look first, but your eyes kept drifting to the safety of the anatomy diagrams rather than pictures of actual penises. “Like, guys just have that thing hanging between their legs all the time? Doesn’t it get in the way?”

“Get in the way of what?” Johnny sounded amused, but he didn’t laugh. “The only time it’s kinda annoying or in the way is when I’m turned on and can’t do anything to get rid of it.”

You turned your gaze to him. “Turned on?”

Johnny bit his lip, considering you for a moment, and then he took his laptop back. “I think I’m doing this the wrong way. Why don’t you tell me what you know about sex at all, baby?”

“I know it’s how babies are made. It involves a penis and a vagina, although, honestly, I’m not entirely sure how. I don’t get how gay people or lesbians can do it, but I know that they can somehow. I’m sorry.” You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. “I’m sorry I don’t know anything.”

“Hey, hey,” Johnny shifted around so he was in front of you, and he held your face between his hands. “You’re fine, alright? It’s okay that you don’t know this stuff, sweet girl. That’s why I’m sitting here beside you right now, to teach you. It’s basic stuff, you’ll understand it all in no time.”

So Johnny started with the basics. He told you about penises, how when Johnny experienced sexual thoughts or physical contact that was very pleasing, there’s an increased blood flow to his penis which causes it to engorge, getting erect and hard and increasing in size.

“The rest of the time, it’s kinda just soft and... limp? I guess is the way to call it. And when I’m turned on, or hard like that, there’s like a natural lubricant that comes from the tip to make everything feel better and go easier. Similar to how vaginas do when they’re turned on.”

He googled vaginas too, and you hated to admit how unknowledgeable you were about the place between your own legs, but as Johnny pointed out to you the clitoris, the urethra, and the vagina on the diagram, you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize all these things were down there. Johnny explained that the clitoris, or the clit, is a great source of stimulating pleasure for people who’ve got vaginas. He told you that the urethra is not the same hole as the vagina, as too many people believe, but a separate hole that’s just in close proximity to the vagina.

He taught you all of these basics about vaginas and penises, about how vaginas, although they look and really are kinda small, they can stretch because they’re a muscle, which is how babies can fit out into the world from a hole that looks so small, and also what allows penises which may look rather large (although definitely not as large as a baby) to fit inside.

You wrinkled your nose, thinking about how that means that every time a baby has been made, some guy has been sticking his penis inside a woman’s vagina. It all seemed rather gross, but the more Johnny explained the more you wondered how everyone could think sex is so great. It seemed gross, messy.

Johnny talked about how it’s not just simply the act of inserting the penis inside the vagina that makes a baby. It’s not just like, slipping it in and voila there’s a baby. It’s a longer process than that, he told you while grinning around his words at your innocence.

“If you do it right, sex can last for ages. And it’s not always just to make babies. It feels good too. So there’s the clit but there’s also another spot inside and when they’re stimulated apparently it feels really good. Sure, sex gets kinda sweaty and just messy in general, but it’s the pleasure, the emotions, every bit of it that makes it good. I promise. It’s not as gross as it sounds.”

He explained about ‘come’, about how that’s what causes pregnancy. The semen, or male ejaculation of sperm inside the vagina is accompanied by great pleasure for the man and then all the sperm swim through the vaginal canal, through the cervix, to the uterus and into the fallopian tubes where they may or may not meet an egg produced by the ovaries.

“And women do that too?” You asked, looking at another diagram on the screen of his laptop. “They.... cum?”

Johnny nodded. “Yeah, they orgasm too. It’s not as visible really, usually. Like there’s semen for guys, and some women can squirt, which that’s just like a whole other longer explanation, but mostly women just like.....” He trailed off, his gaze going a little distant as he thought. “The vagina contracts, and from the reviews I’ve gotten in the past, they say it feels really, really good. Some people say female orgasms are better than male, but it’s a bit difficult to do a real comparison of them.”

He explained all these things to you, so by the time you were leaving the dorm, your head was reeling with all of this new information. Johnny explained a lot of it in a scientific manner which kind of helped, but now you had all of this information but no visuals to go along with it.

But for now, you thought that was all you could handle.

Johnny’s kisses were buttery, sweet, like he’d eaten too many of the snickerdoodle cookies you’d been baking earlier. His hand rested on your knee while you kissed on his bed, the door cracked open because when you came in there moments ago it was just to change into something that didn’t have cookie batter all down the front.

You’d slipped your shirt over your head shyly, even with the camisole you were wearing beneath it, you felt almost indecent taking your shirt off in front of him.

“Here, wear this.” Johnny had handed you his shirt, and you pulled it on, and when your head popped back out of the shirt Johnny was right in front of you, ducking in to give you a kiss. That simple kiss was too nice for you to want to quit any time soon, and then you were sitting down together on his bed and the kisses grew more intense.

“Johnny,” You sigh his name, and he simply moans softly, kissing you quiet again. “Johnny, I have a question.”

He squeezes your knee gently and then sits back. “Question about what?”

“Ever since you were telling me about it, I just can’t stop thinking about it. You told me that the only time your penis is in the way when you’re... turned on and can’t do anything to get rid of it.” You nervously roll your lips together and then ask, “So how do you get rid of it?”

Johnny smirks. “I jerk off. Masturbate. Touch myself.”

“Like you asked me if I do?” You shift in your spot, “And how do you do it?”

His hand is still on your knee, his thumb moving in strokes. “You want to watch me masturbate, baby?” Johnny’s eyes are dark, his gaze unmoving from your face, and you want to lean in, kiss him again, sink into him like he’s the depthless sea, but you hold yourself back and verbally answer him instead.

“I want to see. I want to know what it looks like when it’s not just a picture in a textbook.” You admit quietly. “Please?”

“God, you’re so fucking cute.” Johnny rests his hand on your cheek. “I think I would probably do anything you asked me to. Yeah, sweet girl. I’ll jerk off for you.” He twists his fingers in your hair, drawing your mouth to his again.

This time you give in to your impulses. You climb into his lap, dig your fingers into his hair and moan his name softly again. “I want to watch now.”

“You’re impatient, aren’t you, sweet girl? Go close the door.”

You slip back off Johnny’s lap, crossing the room to the door with your heart pounding in your chest. You’re not sure what you’re really about to see, but you know that you like that Johnny is so willing and ready to let you watch this. The bedroom door snaps shut and you turn around, press your back to it, facing Johnny again.

He’s shirtless now and you drink in the sight of him--his shoulders, chest, the softness of his stomach, and a light trail of hair leading down from his navel below the waistband of his pants. There you see a bulge, and your body grows hot and your heart pounds. Johnny sits back with his shoulders against the headboard and his eyes leveled on you.

You watch as he slides a hand inside his pants, rolls his head back and shifts his hips into his own touch. You watch the way that his hand moves under the material, an up-and-down movement, the slight twisting of his wrist. Johnny rolls his hips slightly, bites at his bottom lip, and keeps his eyes on you, moving over the shape of your body.

“Come closer.” His voice sounds slightly strained as he undoes the button fastening his jeans.

You push off from the door, moving closer to sit on the edge of his bed. “What does it feel like?”

“Good. Tight and warm.” Johnny pull his hand free, lifts it to his mouth, and spits in his hand before plunging back beneath his boxers. “It’s not the same as being inside someone, but it’s the next best thing.”

“It’s good?” You scoot across the bed until you’re sitting at Johnny’s hip. “What does it feel like when you have a... have an orgasm?” You look down at his hand moving inside his pants again, but when Johnny groans you pull your gaze up to his face.

He doesn’t answer your question, instead he moans out loud and jolts forward, crushing his mouth against yours. You clutch at his shoulders, kissing the moans right from Johnny’s lips. You kiss the buttery, sugary taste of his mouth and you slide your hand down his chest, resting your hand over his heartbeat.

“Teach me how to touch you. I want to make you feel good, too.”

Johnny’s head falls back against the headboard and he reaches for your hand with his that isn’t otherwise occupied. “You don’t have to. You can just watch, if that’s what you want.”

You shake your head, pout out your bottom lip, reach for the waistband of his jeans. “At least let me see. I want to see how you touch yourself, how it looks when you cum. Please, Johnny. I’ve never seen it before.”

When he lifts his hips off the bed and shoves his jeans down to his knees, your heart starts that pounding again. You swear you can feel it deep between your legs, a throbbing insistent need that you’ve never felt before.

Now you can see the rough shape of his penis through his underwear, hard and straining against the material. Carefully, curiously, cautiously you lay a hand over it, and you’re surprised by the warmth, the hardness and yet the softness, surprised by the sudden twitch of it when he feels your touch.

Johnny groans, rocking up into your hand. “Just watch, baby.”

So that’s what you do.

Johnny peels his underwear down, slowly revealing where that trail of hair from his navel led to.

Maybe it’s just because you already really like the guy that this particular penis belongs to, but you don’t find it nearly as strange looking as those that you’d seen on the internet had. Johnny’s penis looks nice, kind of intimidatingly big with veins running over his length, and a pink tip peeking through the top of his foreskin, a bead of clear liquid beading on his tip.

You lick your lips without even thinking as you look at him.

“What do you think?” Johnny asks. He wraps his fingers around the base, slowly stroking upwards.

“It’s big.” You want to touch him, your curiosity getting the better of you, but you don’t because Johnny told you to just watch. He keeps running his hand up and down his length, twisting his grip sometimes, and you can’t look away. He bites his lip, but that doesn’t quite manage to cut off the labor of his breath, and his eyes flutter closed, his eyes moving under his eyelids, prompting you to ask, “What are you thinking about?”

His eyes open for a moment, memorizing your face. “You, baby. I’m thinking about you, sweet girl. About how pretty you’d look on your knees in front of me, looking up at me with your pretty eyes and your mouth wide open.” He reaches up with one hand and drags his thumb over your bottom lip. “Since the night of our first date, that’s my favorite fantasy to return to.”

“Why do you want that?” You ask, leaning into his touch, the hypnotic drag of his thumb over your lip.

“Do you know what a blowjob is?” Johnny waits for you to shake your head no. “God, you’re so innocent. A blowjob is when you suck on a penis like a lollipop, basically. Suck on it, use your hand, kiss it and lick it. Don’t use teeth unless the guy tells you he’s into that. And then swallow the cum like a good girl. And on our date, when you had vanilla ice cream dripping from your lip, all I could think about was you sucking me off, my cum dripping from your mouth because you couldn’t take it all.”

The throbbing between your legs suddenly grows harder to ignore, almost painful. You cross your legs to try to make it go away because it feels weird.

Johnny seems to notice what you’re doing. “Baby girl, does this turn you on? Watching me like this? Hearing me talk about what I want to do with you?”

Is that what that feeling is? Arousal?

You nod.

“Are your panties wet?” He groans, his hand squeezes around the base of his penis. You don’t answer, you’re not sure what to say. “Fuck, I--”

Johnny jerks his hand up and down his penis, and you watch, unable to look away as his hand moves faster and faster. He groans, a deep sound that rumbles his chest.

“Baby, I’m going to cum. I’m so close.” Johnny’s hand slows, and you notice the way that his hand squeezes around his penis. And then.

A thick white liquid spurts from his tip, dripping down his belly, his thighs, leaking down his knuckles and there’s more of it, like a slow stream of it, all while Johnny moans and keeps touching himself, and it’s beautiful to watch and gross and you want to see more.

Johnny strokes himself softly, more of the semen leaking from his erection as he pants and moans quietly.

You’re still watching his hand when he grunts your name. “What are you thinking about?”

“I like watching you do that.” You sit back and brush your fingers through your hair. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself, like you felt really good. Would it be like that for me?”

Johnny nods. “Yeah, sweet girl. It feels so, so good.” His hand falls from his lap, wiping his fingers off on his sheets. He sits up again, turning his face toward you. “An orgasm’ll feel good for you too when you have one. Do you want to have one?” His hand touches your knee lightly.

“No, I’m fine for now. It’s just all really fast, you know?” You shake your head and look down at his hand. “Plus, I feel like maybe I should do it myself first, you know?”

“Yeah, you could.” Johnny moves closer, rests his head on your shoulder. “Do you know how to?”

You shake your head no, and for a moment you feel that wave of embarrassment again, the feeling of shame for being so inexperienced and unknowledgeable about sex. But then Johnny sits up, crawling over you to get off the bed. He stuffs his penis back into his boxers, pulls his pants up, and walks over to grab his laptop.

“What are you doing?”

Johnny comes back over, gesturing for you to scoot over on the bed, making room for him to sit back beside you. You slouch down and Johnny does the same, flipping open the lid of his laptop and quickly pulling up a website.

“Since you’re interested in visuals, baby, I thought we could watch some stuff together.” You look up at him, and Johnny smiles. “Porn, sweet girl. I’m saying we should watch some porn together so if you want to learn how to touch yourself, you can see how to do it.”

You’re not so sure about this, but Johnny types something into the search bar of the site, and a moment later the screen is filled with videos. He hovers over a video, but before he clicks on it he says, “Tell me if you don’t want to watch. I’ll turn it off.”

But the curiosity latches onto you and doesn’t let go.

“I want to watch. Show me.” You rest your head on Johnny’s shoulder, like you’re doing nothing more than watching a regular movie.

“So... snickerdoodles, huh?”

Yuta’s sidled up beside you as you’re standing in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. He’s holding one of the cookies, nibbling at it while he looks at you. You refuse to look at him because you’re pretty sure all of the members think that you and Johnny have been in his room having sex, but they are so wrong.

“Cookies, right?” Yuta waves his hand in front of your face. “Hey, are you so blissed out from Johnny’s dick that you’re not listening?”

Your face goes so hot that you swear you might just combust. “What!? No! No, that’s not-- I just--” You stumble over the words, not sure what you’re even trying to say.

“We all heard him moaning earlier. Trust me, we know what Johnny sounds like, he’s never quiet.” Yuta laughs. “And besides, I’m not judging you or anything if that’s what you’re worried about. I was just trying to make conversation about these cookies. They’re pretty good.”

“Thanks, and uh...” You take a deep breath. “We weren’t doing that. I’m not... I’ve never... Me and Johnny haven’t had sex.”

Yuta pauses with his mouth full of cookie. “Oh. I didn’t need to know that.”

Yeah, you would prefer that Yuta didn’t know that, that he didn’t know that Johnny was only moaning because he was jerking off for you to see, that you were then watching porn together because you didn’t know how to get touch yourself really, but through watching the video and Johnny talking you through it, now you at least knew that. But you still felt a bit wary about it.

He chats with you for a few more moments while you finish your glass of water, and then you flee back to Johnny’s room, tucking yourself against his side where he’s dozing, his laptop still open to the end of the last video.

“You fell asleep,” You whisper to him as you press your cheek to his shoulder. “Yuta was accusing us of having sex and I told him that that’s not happening, and now I’m all embarrassed.”

Johnny chuckles and wraps his arm around you, his lips against your cheek, still pretty sleepy. “Do you want to give him a real reason to think we’re having sex?”

“I’m not doing that with you, Johnny.” You squirm. “Not tonight.”

“I know, and that’s what I love about you.” He sighs. “Do you want to go home, or are you staying tonight?”

Staying. You’re definitely staying especially when Johnny sleepily brushes his fingers against a small sliver of skin that shows between your shirt and the waistband of your pants. He nods off and starts snoring pretty quickly, but you don’t care. You just love the feeling of being tucked against his side, his heartbeat under your ear, his words from just a moment before echoing in your mind.

That’s what I love about you, he’d said. And those words have a nice warm feeling growing in your chest. Is Johnny in love with you?

You hope he is. Because you’re falling in love with him too.

You want to be like this with him for a long, long time. To sleep with him. To kiss him. To bake cookies and laugh and talk with him. And you want to have sex with him, that’s something you realized about two videos in to your porn-watching. It was something you felt while watching him touch himself, but it was stronger when you were shoulder-to-shoulder, watching as a girl slipped her fingers inside herself and moaned for the camera.

You want Johnny, to feel his fingers touching you, to do everything with him that you’d seen in those videos you watched together. All the things that had made you squirm as you felt your heartbeat between your legs, your panties getting wet.

Johnny had whispered in your ear all about kinks, clicking through a variety of videos. Daddy kink. Anal sex. Bondage. Blowjobs and pussy eating. Threesomes. Voyeurism, exhibitionism. So many things that you didn’t know people could be into. Fetishes for panties and feet, for bodily fluids.

“And what are you into?” You asked Johnny.

“Do you really want to know?” Johnny had asked, sliding lower in his bed, moving the laptop onto his stomach.

It was silly to think, but he looked really cute like that, a double-chin kind of thing going on, his face all lit up in the hideous light of his laptop, his eyes half-lidded. He typed something and then turned the laptop toward you, turning his head to the side on his pillow to look up at you.

“Creampie?” You read off the screen. “What does that mean?”

So he clicked on the video and had you watch a guy thrusting into a girl, both of them moaning ridiculously loud until the guy orgasmed, and filled the girl’s vagina with semen to the point that it was just oozing out of her.

It was then that you looked over at Johnny who was very much not looking at the screen, but rather at you, and it was then that you decided that you didn’t care what kinks or fetishes Johnny had.

You want it all.

You want him.

Dating Johnny wasn’t always the easiest thing.

It had been months now and you were still sneaking around without his company finding out, trying to keep it a secret from the fans too. It was only your friends in common and his members that knew the two of you were a couple, which made it tough when it had been two weeks since you last saw him in person because he was busy touring.

And now he was back, but only for the day before they’d be moving on to the next place. Only stopping in Seoul for long enough to change out some clothes, to attend a meeting at the company building, and not have any time for you.

So you called him that night, knowing that you couldn’t actually be together, but hoping that since he was in the same city as you and since they had a flight that was leaving early, Johnny would be home at the dorm and be able to take your call and talk.

“Hey?” His voice sleepily rasps through the phone. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you. Hear your voice. But if you were sleeping, I’ll let you go back to it.” You twist over into your stomach where you’re stretched out on your bed.

Johnny makes a low noise and you hear the rustling of sheets on his end. “It’s fine. I was having trouble getting to sleep, and Taeyong’s at the studio pulling an all-nighter so I’m not bothering him.”

So you make quiet conversation for a little while, chatting about silly unimportant things, and then about a certain drama that you’ve been watching. And then you think about what else you’ve been up to.

“I’ve been doing a little self-study.” You tell Johnny quietly, already feeling yourself warming as you say those words.

Half-asleep still, Johnny just gums and says, “Studying what?”

You hold your breath for a moment, waiting for him to figure it out, but when he doesn’t you whisper, “Myself. I—I touched myself, Johnny.”

There’s a noise on his end of the line, a muffled sort of thump and then a sound like hands searching through bedsheets and then, “Yeah? And how was it, sweet girl?”

Johnny sounds more awake now, slightly breathless, his voice deeper.

You slide deeper into your bed, tugging the sheets up to your chin as you quietly admit, “I’m not sure I did it right. I was touching like how I saw in those videos we watched, but it just didn’t feel good. It didn’t feel bad either, it just didn’t really do anything for me.”

You’d been in the shower just a few days ago, missing Johnny, thinking about how the last time you saw him, you’d been curled together in his bed at the dorm, watching porn specifically based on female masturbation for you to better see what it was like. So you’d decided to give it a go based off of what you could remember. You’d touched your boobs a bit and it felt alright, but when you’d started touching your clit you just felt weird and nervous about what you were doing, and even when you’d powered through it, swirling your fingers on your clit anyway, it just didn’t work.

“Maybe I’m broken. I didn’t use them, so those parts of my body just shut down.” You tell Johnny now.

He chuckles a little bit. “I’m sure that’s not the case, baby. Do you want me to talk you through it?”

“If you want to.”

“There’s nothing I would like more than to hear you going through your first orgasm.” Johnny’s voice drops again, lower, quieter. “Are you in bed, baby? What are you wearing?”

You consider lying to him for a moment before you think better of it, and you tell him the truth. “Those unicorn pajamas you teased me about.”

“That’s so cute,” Johnny groans. “Alright, sweet girl, I want you to unbutton your top for me.”

You sit your phone aside, putting it on speakerphone so you can still hear Johnny as you use both hands to unbutton your shirt. Somehow, even in the privacy of your bedroom where you’ve been naked hundreds of times, you suddenly feel shy at the exposed strip of skin that appears between the two sides of your shirt.

“I bet you look so pretty right now,” Johnny says. “Are you blushing? You probably have that cute look on your face right now like you’re embarrassed but you like it, don’t you?” You cover your face with your hands as if Johnny could actually see you right now, and you whine. Johnny laughs softly, “Are you finished with your top?”

“Mhmm.” You drop your hands to play with the two edges of your shirt.

“Good girl. Now touch your chest with both hands, massage your tits.”

You slip the shirt off your shoulders but don’t take it all the way off, your hands moving to your boobs to do as Johnny says. It feels alright, but it’s not until Johnny tells you, “Now close your eyes, imagine I’m there right with you. Listen to my voice, think of me, pretend it’s me touching you like this.”

So you do just that.

You close your eyes, envisioning Johnny kneeling over you, his lovely hands on your chest, his thumbs and forefingers pinching your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You feel a sharp twinge of pleasure as you do that to yourself, and you feel like there’s a tether between your nipples down to that bright spot of heat in your belly.

You must gasp or make some other sound of pleasure because Johnny speaks up, “That’s the sound I like to hear. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Johnny.”

There’s a sound from his end, the rustling of sheets, squeak of bedsprings, and the next time Johnny speaks, his voice is softer but strained. “If I was there, I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself from kissing you, from playing with your nipples until you’re just a hot, needy mess under me, baby. I’d kiss your neck in that way I know you like.”

You sigh, thinking about Johnny’s lips, sucking gently on your throat, the way that the last time he did it, you curled up against him, sighing and whining softly until you had to push him away because the good feeling of it was edging up against pain. But you definitely liked it, and you were sure that if Johnny was here with you right now, kissing your neck like that and rolling your nipples between his nimble fingers, you just might be already that hot, needy mess he wanted you to be.

Already you could feel that damp feeling in your panties, an uncomfortable throbbing starting up.

“What else would you do?” You ask.

“Rub you over those pretty unicorn pants.”

You can almost hear the smirk in his voice, and if anything it makes you want him there even more.

“Can you touch yourself for me, baby? Since I can’t be there?”

You slide your hand down from your chest, skimming your fingers so lightly down your belly that it almost tickles. You pause when your fingertips touch the waistband of your pajama pants, but then you hear the faintest grunt from Johnny.

“Are you touching yourself, too, Johnny?”

“Yeah, baby, I am. Thinking about you touching yourself has me so hard.” Johnny moans softly.

You dip your fingertips under the waistband of your pants, sliding them down over your panties to touch yourself like this first, brushing your fingers down over the wet spot on your panties, the heat of your private parts, and then you bring your finger back up to your clit, touching lightly, gently in small circles like you’d seen in those videos.

This, this is a feeling different than when you’d tried touching yourself the other day. Already it feels pleasurable, foreign but very good, an electric tingle, buzzing under your skin, twisting in your belly.

“I so wish I could see you right now.” Johnny swears. “I’d love to see you, if you want to show me.”

“What?” You freeze, open your eyes, and look over at the phone.

“You’re so pretty, sweet girl. I want to see you looking pretty, touching yourself while you’re thinking of me, thinking of my lips, my hands, of my dick.” He groans, and you move your hand inside your panties, slipping a finger down to your wet and throbbing heat. “But I’ll settle for hearing you, sweet girl. Touch yourself and think of me.”

“What do you want me to do, Johnny?” You slide your fingers through your wetness, waiting for his reply.

“Do you remember that video we watched, the woman who had three fingers in her pussy before she used a toy on herself?” Johnny asks, “I want you to do that. Finger yourself.”

“Okay, Johnny.” With one hand on your breast, you ease a finger inside yourself ever so slowly. You close your eyes and let your imagination take control.

You picture Johnny sliding his finger inside you, kissing your thighs, being gentle and sweet with you. You want him, so much so that a part of you considers how long it would take for you to make it to the dorm, how many hours you could squeeze in with him before he had to leave again.

Johnny between your thighs, crooking his finger inside you, easing a second in to scissor, opening you wider. You feel your arousal dripping between your fingers, making you wetter still.

A sound breaks through your lips before you even realize it.

“Shit, baby, you sound so good. Your moans are so pretty.” Johnny’s voice sends another thrum through your core. “Do your fingers feel good?”

“Yes, Johnny. So good.” You thrust your fingers, curling them against your walls, your thumb moving up to touch your clit. It all feels so strange, this tightening of pleasantness in your belly. Is this what it always feels like? “Better if they were yours, Johnny.”

“Next time,” Johnny breathes heavily. “I’m back in four days. We’ll be home for a while. Then. Come over then, and we can do this for real. Cum for me now and come for me then.”

You fit in a third finger, surprised as you realize just how wet you are, you’ve never in your life felt anything like this. You’re so wet that you can hear your fingers moving in and out, and Johnny can probably hear it too.

“God I want to taste you, sweet girl. Lick you out, hold you against my face until you’re begging me to cum.” He moans. “And then, to be inside you, God, thinking about it now...”

For a moment there are no words passed between either of you. Just the soft moans, heavy breathing, the sounds of you both touching yourselves to the thought of the other.

You imagine Johnny over you, taking your virginity as he kisses your cheeks and how good it will feel when you have him inside you.

“So big,” You sigh.

Johnny hums in pleasure. “Yeah, but you can take it. Take it like the good girl you are, right, baby? You’d look so pretty taking me in like that, feel so tight, warm and soft and so wet. Are you imagining that right now? My big dick stretching you open, filling you up, making you feel good, baby?”

Yes, that’s exactly what you’re thinking about. Your fingers aren’t nearly enough for you, and you think that you both know it, because they just aren’t reaching deep enough, not filling you well enough. You need him. You need. . . .

“Johnny.” You whine his name, your fingers slipping through your wetness.

“Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” He pauses just to hear the strained whine that you make, a desperate but sweet sound. “God, I wish I could see you right now. Go on, baby. Don’t be shy, don’t hold back. Cum for me.”

There’s nothing that you can compare the feeling of an orgasm to. It’s not quite like anything else. But if you had to try you would explain it like this: you’re a hot air balloon, lighting up and lifting off, feeling light and hot and untethered; you’re the ocean, waves crashing and crashing; you’re the earth itself, quaking as this build up of pressure is finally released, leaving you devastated but calmed in the aftermath.

And like an earthquake, you experience aftershocks as you close your thighs around your hand, twisting onto your side toward the phone, still slightly moving your fingers inside yourself.

“Oh my god.” You sigh, your breath mildly labored. You stroke your fingers against your walls and then open your legs and pull your hand away, dragging your wet fingers over your clit, touching just a bit more before you just drop it away. You stay like that for a moment, unmoving, your mind still whirring in ecstasy, and you listen to the sound of Johnny breathing on the other side of the phone call.

He doesn’t moan your name or anything, but his breath picks up and you hear a sound like limbs moving over bedsheets and then a soft groan. Then it’s quiet again, both of you just breathing, your highs fading away.

“Johnny?” You whisper, afraid that maybe he’s already fallen asleep since you’ve both been quiet.

He hums sleepily to let you know he’s still there.

“I think I love you.”

You whisper the words so softly, you’re really not sure if he even hears them. And if he does, you don’t wait around to hear his response, murmuring a quick, “Goodnight” before you end the call.

The moment that your knuckles make contact with the door of NCT’s dorm, the door is tugged open and you jump back, startled.

Johnny’s standing there, all six foot something of him, looking beautiful and sexy and cuddly. Your face burns as you remember that you haven’t even spoken with him since that night. You’ve texted in his few spare minutes of time, but this is your first face-to-face encounter in weeks. Your first time even hearing him breathe in nearly a week.

You open your mouth to say hello.

He sweeps you into his arms, cutting your words off before you’ve even spoken them, squeezing you so tightly that you’re a bit worried he might break you. Just as you’re about to start squirming and complaining, Johnny softens the hug, presses his lips against the crown of your head and says, “I love you, too.”

Now your face really burns, as well as your whole body.

“So you did hear that?” You ask.

“I heard. I was about to say it back, but you ended the call.” Johnny releases his arms from around you, sliding on hand down your back and then taking your hand in his. “So I’ll say it again, I love you.”

You get a feeling in your belly, a light and warm and fluttery feeling. You press up on your tiptoes and peck Johnny on the lips, still clinging to his hand. “I love you.”

“Oh, God. That’s so gross. Get a room.” Haechan groans as he walks up behind you, squeezing by with Mark and Taeil. All three of them squeeze inside, and you decide that maybe you should come in off the doorstep. With your fingers still knotted together, Johnny walks beside you, and both of you are fighting off grins, and you can’t help giggling at the happy, lovely feeling you’ve got.

You kinda want to just keep walking with Johnny, head to his room and lock your selves away so you can be his sole focus, so he can kiss you and keep holding you and touching you, so you can hear his voice calling you baby and sweet girl and telling you that he loves you.

But instead you and Johnny join most of the rest of the members where they’re all sitting around, getting ready to watch a movie and eat the takeout that Taeil, Mark, and Haechan had just brought home.

You and Johnny squeeze to sit down on a sofa beside Jaehyun and Doyoung.

As they’re divvying out food, someone asks where Taeyong’s at.

“He’s at the studio again,” Doyoung answers from beside you without looking up from his plate.

Mark snorts, “No, he’s not. He’s visiting his muse again for a little bit of inspiration, is what he said. You know that he’s just fucking so he can write dirty lyrics to a song and pretend that they’re about something entirely different.” He shoves a mouthful of food into his mouth and still says, “If I have to listen to him tell me about how great it feels when he’s got two different--”

Yuta glances toward you and smirks, cutting Mark off as he says. “Hey, maybe we shouldn’t be talking about this? Not in front of her, she’s so innocent.”

All eyes turn to you then and your face goes hot. You pinch Johnny’s arm. “Did you tell them?”

Johnny starts to shake his head, but Yuta beats him to answering. “I got it that time when you were stuttering, trying to explain that you and Johnny hadn’t had sex. You seemed so shocked and embarrassed about it, I just knew that you’re Johnny’s precious little angel when it comes to anything sexual. He never joins in on sex conversations anymore. I figured you must be a virgin.”

You whine, knowing that they can all probably tell how embarrassed you are, and it doesn’t get any better when the boys all around the room start laughing.

“It’s alright that you’re a virgin!” Jaehyun leans around Doyoung. “So is Mark.”

“Hey!” Mark shouts.

You groan and hide your face against Johnny’s shoulder. The boys turn their teasing from you to Mark, who soon gets fed up and shouts, “Alright! Let’s watch the movie! Everyone shut up!”

His cheeks and ears and neck are all brightly blushing, and you’re still cooling down from the embarrassment, so you’re grateful when someone turns the lights off and when Johnny tugs you closer so you’re sitting halfway in his lap. You snuggle up against his side, letting him occasionally feed you bits of takeout, and before long you’re just resting your head on his shoulder, your legs draped over his lap, Johnny’s hand resting on your knee making soothing back and forth motions.

Maybe it’s silly, but that simple touch, just the gentle rubbing of your leg as if he’s not even thinking about it, starts affecting you.

You check that none of the other guys is watching, then you lay your hand over Johnny’s. He doesn’t look away from the movie, just twists his fingers with yours, and laughs along with the others who are actually watching the screen.

Maybe it’s crazy, but Johnny’s touch, the heat of his skin, the gentle pressure of his fingertips on your knee have that new throbbing sensation of sexual desire growing between your legs. You want him.

This was never your ideal situation, but with your fingers twisted together with Johnny’s, you slowly guide his leg higher on your thigh, into your lap. When you cup his fingers against your mound, his fingertips twitch and he turns to look at you.

Johnny’s eyes glow oddly in the light of the movie, half of his face in shadow, and it’s such a hungry look.

He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you for a long moment, searching your eyes to see if you’re telling him to do what he thinks you’re telling him to do. You nod, and with your hand over his, you press his fingers against you again, moving them in a circular motion right over your clit.

Johnny’s gaze burn against your face as he touches you like this, right in front of everyone. You’re not as innocent as they might believe, not anymore. Johnny flicks his hand, brushing yours away so it’s only his fingers touching you over your clothes, keeping his motions smooth and subtle, inconspicuous as he goes back to watching the movie again.

It feels so different to have someone else touching you like this.

You’ve only done this to yourself a few times now. The one time before you did it on the phone with Johnny, and another two times since then, but none had been quite as good as when you’d had Johnny in your ear.

But this? Having him actually touching you between your legs? Too good.

With your legs over his lap like this, your knees angled up, his movements are somewhat hidden from the rest of the room, but when you bite your lip and press your face against his shoulder, you worry that you’re going to make a sound that will alert the others to what Johnny’s doing. That thought alone sends a strange feeling gushing through you, almost like you want to tempt fate more than you already are.

You spread your legs a bit more.

Johnny looks sideways at you. The one side of his mouth curls up in a smile and you almost gasp when he drums his fingers over your clit before going right back to rubbing those gentle circular motions.

You want more. You want to roll your hips into his touch, to kiss him, to make the noises that you want to make for him. You feel so wet in your panties.

There’s a loud sound, and your eyes flash open though you’re not sure when exactly they closed.

Johnny’s hand disappears from your lap, and you look over toward where Yuta had accidentally dropped his plate, food scattered across the floor. As the boys start being noisy, a combination of teasing and complaining at Yuta’s expense, you want to groan in frustration. You want Johnny’s fingers back on you, but you feel like that’s not going to happen now that they’ve all been drawn out of their entranced movie-watching.

In all the movement of cleaning up the mess, you stand up and head to the bathroom, needing to take the opportunity to cool down.

As you stand in the bathroom, facing yourself in the mirror, you wonder what you were thinking, letting that just happen out there. Not so long ago you’d never even been kissed, but you were just out there almost letting Johnny give you an orgasm in front of all of his friends. What had gotten into you?

You splash a bit of cold water on your face, hoping to wake yourself out of this mood, then you wait a few more moments before opening the bathroom door and stepping back out into the hallway.

A tall shadow looms in front of you, and your heart stops. You take a step back and gasp, “Oh, Johnny! You scared me!”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Johnny steps forward, wrapping his arms around you, drawing you into his chest. “Are you okay? Why’d you disappear?”

“I needed to cool off.” You admit to him, tilting your head back so you can see his face.

Johnny runs a hand lightly up and down your spine and you struggle to hold down your shivers. “And did it work, baby?” As if he doesn’t already know the answer. You know that you’re nearly trembling in his arms even if you would like to pretend that you’re not. Try as you might to push down your newly awakened sexuality, when Johnny’s this close to you, touching you and so warm and smelling so good, you can’t help but have these needs rising to the surface.

“No, Johnny. It didn’t work.”

He nods. “Come with me, sweet girl.”

When he takes your hand, casting one last glance in the direction of all of the other guys, he heads toward his bedroom. You don’t argue because you’ve given up on holding yourself back.

You have a hunger, and you know that Johnny has been waiting to fill it.

As soon as he’s got you in his room, Johnny’s lips are on yours. He presses you between his body and the wall, and you put your hands on his arms, clinging onto him as if you’re drowning and he’s your only hope of staying afloat.

Johnny’s hands move down to your hips, his fingers dancing against your waistband before slipping under and stopping right there, just ten small points of contact. “Do you want me to touch you, sweet girl?”

Yes, of course you do.

You nod.

“I need to hear you say it.” Johnny’s lips trail over your jaw, falling to your throat just as you open your mouth.

You gasp and move your hands to twist in the fabric of his t-shirt. “Yes, Johnny. I want you to touch me. Please,” You whine. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, I’ve even been dreaming about what it would be like to have you really touching me, not since that night.”

His lips curl against your skin and he hums gently. “I can make that dream come true for you. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful with you.”

When Johnny cups your face between his hands, holding you like you’re something precious, you feel your whole entire world reduce until it’s only this room, only you and Johnny and nothing else even matters.

He kisses you again. You press up on your toes, shaking slightly as Johnny drops a hand back to slip under your clothes. He holds his touch for a moment right there on your hip, a gentle and relaxing weight and heat before he dips lower, his hand sliding over the stretch of skin that’s never been touched by anyone but you.

You gasp a bit when his fingertips actually come into contact with your clit. Johnny kisses you quiet again, his touch down there light and pleasant. When his touch grows a bit more insistent, slipping through your wetness back toward your vagina, you make a sound and pull back from the kiss, your shoulders hitting the wall as you try not to moan or sound too needy.

Johnny smiles as he watches this, and he swoops down to peck you on the lips. “You’re too cute, you know that? Let’s move to the bed, sweet girl. It’ll be more comfortable for both of us.” He draws his hand out of your pants, but leaves it on your hip, bringing you along with him as he backs toward his bed until he hits the edge and sits down with you standing between his knees. “Do you want to take your clothes off? You don’t have to but, God, baby, I want to see you like that.”

You squirm, embarrassed (and also very turned on) by the idea of being naked in front of Johnny.

At your hesitation to answer, Johnny prompts, “Do you want me to get naked too? If that’ll make you feel less embarrassed or self-conscious or anything?” He smiles, his thumb moving in dizzying circles on your hip.

“You first.” You tell him, tilting your chin up.

Johnny laughs, and without hesitation, he pulls his shirt off, leaving his hair messy and your heart pounding. His hands drop to his pants, making quick work of the button and zipper and then he’s shoving them down past his knees, kicking them off. He stops with his thumbs tucked under the elastic of his underwear, the material clings so tightly to his penis and balls, you don’t even need the material to be gone to see him.

“Those too.” You swallow nervously.

“Whatever you want, sweet girl.”

And then Johnny’s naked. Again. But this is different than the first time when it was just him masturbating for you to see. Sure, that was a sexually charged atmosphere, but this one is even more so. This time you know what’s going to happen. You are going to fully participate because Johnny’s going to be touching you. And if things go the way you think you want them to, you’ll be touching each other.

“You too.” Johnny leans back on his elbows, and you tear your eyes away from his growing erection. Already he’s gone from somewhat limp to definitely getting hard, his penis shifting over his thigh as it engorges. You fight the urge to lick your lips.

Before you can think too much about it, you reach down, taking the hem of your shirt in your hands, and you pull it over your head, slide your hands quickly down to your pants to rid yourself of them. And then, there you stand in your panties and your bra. They’re mismatched, a plain skintone bra, and purple cotton panties with a tiny little bow at the front.

You cross your arms in front of you as the cool air of the room rushes over your heated skin.

“You’re so beautiful. Honestly.” His voice sounds a little hoarse, bleeding sincerity, love, and awe.

Johnny’s eyes swallow you down, you watch the way his gaze moves down your body. From your face, along the line of your throat to the shape of your bra curving over your chest, then moving on over your stomach and your belly button, hitting the hem of your panties, and he looks back up to your eyes. You hold his gaze, then drop your arms, reaching for him instead.

He sits up, holding out a hand for you to take, and you do.

You pull his hand back toward your body, guide it between your legs again, like you had back out in the other room. “Touch me. I want you to do the rest.”

“Okay,” Johnny nods, his fingers already moving against you through your panties. The way he looks up at you then, it makes you feel weightless, floating, and it’s only as Johnny reaches his hand up your back, tracing and skipping his fingers up your spine, flicking his wrist and unfastening your bra just that easily, you come crashing back to Earth, your body filled with heat.

Your bra falls from your shoulders, cast aside. Johnny bites his bottom lip, his hands both move to your hips, his fingers curl in the fabric of your panties.

You breath out as Johnny slides the panties easily down your legs. You step out of them and then look at Johnny again, shivering when he ghosts his fingers up the outsides of your thighs to hold your hips again.

He turns you slowly, facing you away from him, but you hear the slide of his body on his sheets, and then he pulls you back to sit in the available space between his legs, your back resting against his chest. You feel his erection digging into your hip, but you don’t have time to think about that before Johnny’s fingers slide between your legs, exploring.

“Oh my...” You sigh and roll your head back against his shoulder when Johnny presses a fingertip inside you, easing his finger in about halfway.

He kisses your cheek. “Does it feel good?” And then he lifts his thumb to your clit, rubbing you there as he pushes his finger deeper.

“Yeah.”

“It’s because you’re so wet for me, baby.” Johnny starts to pull his finger out, but then suddenly he curls it up against a spot inside you and you bite down hard on your lip to keep from crying out. “That’s your G spot, it’s what’ll give you an absolutely insane orgasm.”

Already you can imagine how that’ll be. You didn’t know that you had one of those, not until right then as Johnny rubs his finger against that spot inside you as well as your clit. You close your eyes and press your forehead against the column of his throat, letting out a low moan.

“I can show you where it is. Give me your hand.” Johnny murmurs. “I want you to be able to make yourself feel as good as I can make you feel.”

You offer him your hand, whining in complaint when he draws his hand away from you to take your hand. He brings your hand down between your legs, directing first one of your fingers inside you, and you can’t help but wonder why you both made a big deal out of him touching you if now you’re just touching yourself. But then Johnny nudges his finger alongside your own, stretching you as he does.

His finger presses right alongside yours, his cheek against yours as you both look down between your legs. “Feel that right there?” Johnny asks, his finger moves yours up against the top wall of your vagina, and you do feel something there, something like a bump, and just that gentle touch of your finger and Johnny’s against the spot sends another warm jolt through your body. “That’s it. Find that and you’re almost guaranteed a good time.”

Slowly, Johnny works a third finger inside you, and you let your hand fall away from yourself, reaching to grip Johnny’s thigh. He makes pleased noises as you sigh and pant and moan, your hips moving into his finger thrusts. And he keeps touching your clit and that spot inside you, and then his other hand rests over your belly, drifting higher and higher until he’s touching your chest, both of his arms now securing you against his body.

With each curl and twist of Johnny’s fingers inside you, you feel that build up of pleasure inside you, a wave growing and growing, soon to crash over you.

“Are you going to cum, sweet girl?” Johnny brushes his lips over your shoulder.

His fingers press right against your G spot, his thumb on your clit, his other hand on your breast, and you feel that tether stretching thin inside you. And then it snaps.

Your fingernails dig into Johnny’s thigh, your breath coming out in sharp bursts as your walls pulse around his fingers, moans pouring from your lips until Johnny moves a hand up to cover your mouth.

If you thought that the last orgasm on your own fingers was good, this one is even better. You feel so explosive, like your body can just fall apart there, and the only thing holding you together is Johnny’s arms around you.

“Shh. Much louder and they’ll all know what we’re up to in here.” Johnny laughs and kisses your cheek. “Was that good?”

You nod, press your cheek against his chest.

Johnny pulls his hand away, but you grab onto his wrist, squeezing it before he can go far.

“What?” He asks, shifting behind you, and in doing so, he rubs his erection against your hip.

You twist in his arms, kneeling up between his legs. “I want it all with you, Johnny. Over the last few weeks, with the stuff you’ve been teaching me, it’s awakened something in me, and I want you, Johnny. I really, really want you.”

His hands stick to your hips again. “You really, really want me?” Johnny raises his eyebrows. “Right now?”

“Right now. Tomorrow. Whenever.” You drape your arms around his neck. “All the time. I told you, I love you, Johnny.”

“You’re perfect.” He moans, and with his hands on your hips, he lifts you up, turning you both around so your lain down on the bed, Johnny fits between your legs, lowering to kiss you. He kisses you and you sneak your hand down between your bodies. You want to touch him, to have him in your hand.

Johnny startles a bit when you do wrap your hand around him, grunts against your lips. “Not quite so hard, sweet girl.”

“Sorry.” You lighten your grip until Johnny murmurs, “Yeah, like that.”

He kisses slowly, moaning at the feel of your hand around his erection, the easy pump of your hand along his shaft. It feels strange but good to be doing this, your core still hungry for more and more as Johnny rocks into your fist.

“Not to rush along, but can we move on?” You ask.

“Eager?” Johnny teases, sitting back, and he leans across the bed, digging into the drawer on his bedside table. He comes back up with a small square packet which he tears into and then pulls something out. You squint at it. “It’s a condom, sweetheart. You’re not on birth control, I’m assuming, so a condom’s necessary. I love you, but I’m not trying to get you pregnant.”

“I’m not trying to get pregnant either.” You watch as Johnny rolls the condom down his penis, and then you take a deep breath and lay back on the pillow.

Johnny comes down over you again, his arms on either side of your head, and he brushes his fingers through your hair and kisses your forehead. “Relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

Johnny strokes your cheek, sinks down the rest of the way until you can feel him brushing between your legs, dragging his tip between your folds.

You think back to not so long ago, your first time seeing what sex was, back when you were disgusted at the thought of a guy sticking that inside a woman. And now here you are.

Johnny pushes forward, and the stretch is uncomfortable at first, he’s bigger than a few fingers, but it’s not unpleasant. It’s just... different than anything you’ve felt before.

“You okay?” Johnny asks. “You’re so tight, baby. Relax for me. Relax. You’re doing so great.”

Just as he asks, you do. Johnny fills you up with his erection, and you bury your face in his shoulder to keep from crying out.

Honestly, you’re not too sure about how to describe what happens next. Johnny rocks his hips forward, fitting so tightly inside you, and you crave the next orgasm. You wish you could feel him without the strange barrier of the condom, and you want to feel him cum inside you, fulfill that kink he’d told you about. A creampie. And anything else that he’s into.

It’s your first time.

It’s nothing spectacular, just rather simple honestly, but it’s romantic and intimate and you love it because you’re doing it with Johnny. Having sex. Making love.

Maybe it would have been better if you had an orgasm with Johnny inside of you, but you were mildly disappointed when that didn’t happen. He pushed in deep, sucking on your tongue as he filled the condom. His body was heavy and hot on yours, arms wrapped around you, feeling like a safe place.

You whine when he pulls out, making quick work of removing the condom, tying it off, dropping it over the edge of the bed.

He slinks down between your legs, hitches your thighs over his shoulders, and before you can even ask Johnny what he’s doing, he’s licking between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth, pressing his fingers inside you again.

Johnny licks and slurps, and you bite into your arm to keep from moaning too loudly as another orgasm rocks through you and you grind down against his face. He doesn’t let up, still licking you, fingering you, sucking at your clit through your orgasm and after until your body feels like it’s burning, the pleasure too much for you to handle any more.

You push at Johnny’s head and he backs off.

“I was right to call you sweet girl, sweet girl.” He sits up so you can see his face as he licks his lips. “Next time, I would love to have you sit on my face.”

“Next time,” You sigh, curling up on your side, rubbing your face into his pillow, trying to get comfortable. “Next time, for sure.”

You yawn.

“Just sleep, baby.” Johnny pets your hair, pulls the sheets up over you as he climbs off the bed. You start to whine, reaching for him, and Johnny just kisses your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

You close your eyes, and you’re asleep before Johnny comes back.

But some amount of time later, you wake when the door of the room opens. You’re aware of Johnny in front of you, blocking the view of you from the door, and his arm is draped over your waist, your bodies pressed together. Johnny turns partially to look back over his shoulder to see Taeyong coming into their shared room.

You see Taeyong too, and the look on his face as he inhales, then says,

“It smells like ass in here, what have you been doing?”

Johnny laughs, rolls back over and pulls you tighter against him without saying a word to Taeyong who just backs out of the room and doesn’t return for the rest of the night.

a/n: I know the actual smut here at the end was probably kinda a let down, and just know that I’m not really too happy with it either, but maybe I’ll come back and fix it some time to make it better.

Anyway, this was inspired by the request from an anon who requested a scenario of a very, very innocent reader for this anon’s birthday. Happy Birthday!! I hope that I remembered your birthday correctly, and I hope this is what you wanted!

Also, this was inspired by a few other requests I’ve had recently, and I tried to fit as many in as well as I could.

#johnny #nct johnny #johnny smut #nct johnny smut #nct smut #nct fanfic #johnny fanfic

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kissjane · 4 years

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One more, it’s a long one so continue below the break!

#8 from this prompt list

SWEET TORTURE / (Rather long) Drabble

Hands brushing unexpectedly

Matteo is not ready for another day of torture.

It is like everything has conspired against him – the week after David is finally allowed to take off the bandages after his top surgery, the worst heatwave in history has hit Berlin, and it all coincides with Sam’s summer job at the ice cream stand by the lake, so the boys don’t even bother to try to come up with a different plan anymore. Their days blur together into an endless repetition of swimming and eating copious amounts of free ice cream.

It isn’t the ice cream that bothers Matteo. It isn’t even the swimming, necessarily, either.

It is just that David is so proud of the results of his surgery – or so happy he finally doesn’t have to spend his summers covered up anymore, Matteo is not sure – that he takes off his shirt almost as soon as they get off the metro in the morning, and doesn’t put it back on until they are ready to leave again.

And that is what bothers Matteo. He can’t tear his gaze away from the vast amounts of tanned skin that are suddenly available for his eyes to feast upon.

It is pathetic, he knows. He has finally gotten over his useless crush on his best friend, by developing an even bigger useless crush on his newest friend.

He remembers when Carlos introduced David to them, right before their Abitur, a year ago now. Matteo had been intrigued by the handsome boy, and intrigue had quickly blossomed into infatuation.

David has almost seamlessly become a part of their squad, his easy-going nature and teasing humour fitting right into the boys’ dynamics.

What they don’t know is that he has also seamlessly wormed his way into Matteo’s heart, made a home for himself under Matteo’s skin, occupied most of Matteo’s thoughts, waking and asleep.

Matteo wonders, though. He doesn’t understand how it is possible no one has called him out yet – on staring at David for minutes on end, on dazing out whenever David is telling them a story, with lots of toothy smiles and passionate gestures, on stuttering whenever David asks him a question. Maybe they all know and just decided not to talk about it – it would only embarrass David, anyway.

Because that is the worst about it all. David is so out of Matteo’s league it is ridiculous. Wherever they go, people are hitting on David – it had started with Leonie, still in high school, but there have been dozens after her. Not that David ever seemed interested in any of them, but – Matteo just knows that David could have anybody he wants, so why on earth would he ever settle for stupid old Matteo, who has no goals, no purpose, no drive? David would want somebody who could soar together with him, not somebody who would drag him down.

Matteo has finally enrolled in university, starting next fall, after his gap year which he had spent working in a restaurant a few days a week and doing mostly nothing else. He is a year behind the rest, and he fears he isn’t going to make it, he dreads the start of the semester, and yet – yet he would take it gladly, if it meant that summer would finally be over, and he wouldn’t have to see David being so excruciatingly beautiful right in front of him all day long.

Matteo sighs. It is only ten-thirty. The summer day still stretches long and lazy ahead of him, and with it his daily torture.

He remains seated on his towel, his eyes closed, trying not to locate David, whom he last saw flirting with a pretty brunette girl in a polka dot bikini over by the water fountains – trying to focus one something else, anything else. He vaguely decides he should go home early, go with Hans to a gay bar the latter has been extolling lately, and find a fling – his first gay kiss is way overdue at this point, and maybe it would help him get over David.

A shadow falls over him, blocking the merciless sun, and somebody shakes water droplets all around, splashing Matteo.

“Stop that, and move. You’re blocking my sun,” Matteo whines, not deigning the intruder worth a look, his eyes scrunched close.

A peal of laughter reaches his ears, and his heart skips several beats. He had assumed it was Abdi, trying to stand strategically in Sam’s line of sight, but he had been mistaken.

He screws his eyes closed even tighter, not wanting to see David – probably holding polka dot girl’s phone number, or something.

He hears rustling, but he refuses to give in to the temptation to look.

Then – suddenly, unexpectedly – he feels a hand brushing his own, and his heart now goes to the other extreme, and starts going crazy in a quick irregular rhythm that leaves Matteo breathless. He opens his eyes involuntarily, and looks straight into David’s face. David is looking at him with an adorable pink hinting on his cheeks and his eyes wide. His mouth is opened slightly and Matteo gets distracted by how deliciously red they are, how full and soft they look, how extremely – kissable. He feels his own skin flare up in heat, burned red not from the sun but from David, who is so close all of a sudden, too close – their pinkies still touching, resting on Matteo’s towel.

David lowers his eyes, and Matteo follows his gaze to their hands – and when he looks up again, David is blushing deeper, and he is biting his lip – and it only makes Matteo want to kiss it even more, to soothe the ache David is inflicting on it.

They sit, unmoving, David’s eyes on their hands, Matteo’s heart beating so loudly in his throat he is certain the boys can hear it all the way over to the jetty where they are cannonballing into the lake, and Matteo has no brain cell left to figure out what is going on – until Abdi suddenly appears, and flops down on Matteo’s other side, and is halfway through a long-winded rant about how Sam still refuses to go out with him before he narrows his eyes suspiciously.

“Wait a minute,” he accuses, “what the fuck is going on here? Why are the two of you sitting here hand in hand, red as tomatoes?”

Matteo blinks.

“H-hand in hand? What? We are not – we are not –”

David seems to have other plans, though.

“Go annoy Carlos, Abdi. I need to talk to Matteo,” he cuts off Matteo’s stuttering and moves the hand that was touching Matteo’s to shoo off Abdi, who looks like he wants to protest but then disappears in a huff.

Matteo looks at David, confused. David gets up, and grabs Matteo’s hand for real now, dragging him up on his feet, and not letting go as he starts walking briskly towards the shower building. Matteo has no time to react, follows blindly – and how fitting that is, he thinks, since he would follow David to the end of the world if David wanted him to.

David corners the building and stops then. They are out of sight from most of the area now, and they stand across from each other, close enough for Matteo to count David’s long, long eyelashes.

“Matteo,” David starts, then closes his mouth, again biting his lip.

Matteo can’t help it, and before he knows what he is doing, before he can stop himself, he reaches out a trembling hand and touches David’s mouth, stops him from worrying his lip even more.

And David jolts under Matteo’s touch, but then leans into it, and speaks up again.

“Matteo. I – tell me if I have got this all wrong, but I – I…”

He falters again, but the rare shot of braveness coursing through Matteo hasn’t worn off yet, and he runs his thumb over David’s lips, and David’s breath hitches, and then he moves faster than Matteo can track, and his hands are on Matteo’s face, and he pulls Matteo closer, and their mouths crash onto each other, and they kiss.

And Matteo stupidly thinks he doesn’t have to go pick up somebody at a bar for his first real kiss now, because this is happening, this is really happening, and then David’s tongue is running over Matteo’s lips, and he lets David in, and if he dies right now he will die happy.

He pulls back, after a minute, or an hour, he doesn’t know, and David is right there, looking as flustered and bewildered and thrilled as Matteo feels, and David laughs and kisses Matteo again, and Matteo thinks he has been foolish, wasting all this time, wishing for summer to end when he could have had this all along, but then he smiles into their kiss, and he thinks maybe it doesn’t matter, because this might be the beginning of something else, something beautiful, something bigger than he could ever imagine, and it’s all because of the boy he has in his arms, and maybe this is also a form of torture, sweet, exciting torture making his heart race. Matteo will sign up for it any day of the week.

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captain-rennie · 4 years

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Fair Game Week Day 1: Flirting

Read it on Ao3 here!

Summary:

“Nice shirt, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup. Boyfriend material.”

Gods. That was so stupid. Be still, my heart.

warnings: gratuitous amounts of gross old men flirting + some innuendos

Clover was incredibly forward with Qrow, and it was going to be the death of him.

At first, he had thought he was imagining it. The winks, the friendly nudges, the warm smiles and genuine pep talks - that silky smooth honeyed voice couldn’t just be for him, could it? A grumpy old huntsman that brought nothing but misfortune to those who dared cross his path was hardly Qrow’s idea of a desired bachelor. Surely, he was only seeing what he wanted to see. There was no way a successful man like Clover had any interest in him beyond perhaps a stable friendship.

Clover’s intentions became impossible to deny, however, once Qrow had the chance to see him interact properly with others. Always polite, even casual with some, but none saw the same gentle, warm man that Qrow had known since their first meeting. Nobody got the same jokes, the motivational speeches, the reassurances, the flirting. Qrow had tried to tell himself that perhaps Clover was simply a flirty person, but it was becoming harder and harder to believe that as days and meetings went by in a blur.

He only ever spoke that way to Qrow, and Gods, Qrow had no idea what to do about it. Especially when time only made it worse. What started with a teasing lilt and cocky showing-off turned into blatant excuses to be near him and, embarrassingly enough, bold pickup lines.

It was Qrow’s own fault, of course - the flirting was far from unwelcome, and Qrow would be a liar if he said he did not want to take Clover up on those offers, but … whether he wanted to and whether he should were entirely separate issues. Of course, Clover had to know that Qrow would outright reject him if he did not want it, and only redoubled his efforts when Qrow still had not come to a decision.

It was doing nothing good for Qrow’s resolve.

Today was the worst of it, hands down, Qrow decided as he watched Clover shirk his shirt, muscles shifting tantalizingly and tanned skin glistening with sweat. So this was his newest strategy - appealing to Qrow’s thirst. Admittedly, it had been far too long since Qrow had allowed himself such things, and watching a bead of sweat roll from his neck to his chest to - to his abs, and …

Oh, Gods, Qrow was so screwed. This was just supposed to be a friendly hand-to-hand sparring match. Qrow should have known better. And Clover, damn it, stupid Clover sighed and stretched, flashing that stupid knowing smirk at Qrow.

“Hope you don’t mind,” that lovely voice said. “It just gets so hot in here!”

“Yeah,” was all Qrow had the sense to say, because at least a hot room was just as applicable of an excuse for his burning cheeks.

“Nice shirt, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup. Boyfriend material.”

Gods. That was so stupid. Be still, my heart.

“You just took it off,” Qrow pointed out, and finally, finally it gave Clover pause, long enough for Qrow to will down his blush. But then Clover’s smile widened, and dread pooled in Qrow’s stomach, because whatever he was about to say, it was going to slaughter him.

“Ah, well. It holds me back.” Clover tossed his shirt to the side where there weapons lay discarded, delivering one of his killer winks, and continued, “Why restrict myself to boyfriend status, y'know? I can be so much more.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be kicking your ass right about now?” Qrow said loudly, seconds away from melting into a little puddle, and Clover, the bastard, saw right through him. But finally, he relented, raising his fists.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t lay you flat in seconds,” he challenged with a grin, and Qrow mimicked his stance.

“Yeah, cause you had great luck last time,” Qrow snorted as they circled each other, recalling the last two rounds where he had managed to get Clover to tap out. But Clover quirked that stupid eyebrow, and Qrow was suddenly far less confident about his prior wins.

“In a game of luck,” he said, “you know who’ll come out on top.”

Entirely unwilling to dwell a second longer on the connotations of tops (and bottoms), Qrow took the first swing.

With a laugh that told Qrow his opponent had already won, Clover leaned to the side to dodge the first punch, and widened his stance and bent his knees to avoid being swept by the kick Qrow aimed at his legs. The next kick was aimed high, coming into hard contact with Clover’s forearms, but the other man shook it off easily. The next punch was caught in a large hand, and as Clover took the opportunity to grasp his other wrist and tug him close, Qrow knew he was done for.

With a turn and a kick to his calves so quick Qrow hardly processed it, he was thrown down, his back hitting the ground hard. The air was knocked out of his lungs with a rather unceremonious oof, and Qrow let his head fall back onto the floor, watching Clover crack his knuckles proudly with a pout.

“All good down there?” was the smug victory statement, and Qrow coughed out something akin to a laugh.

“All good,” he replied. “Not the first time you’ve taken my breath away.”

He wasn’t sure what compelled him to say it. He hadn’t been the smooth-talking kind since he was in school. Perhaps the lack of air in his lungs took oxygen from his brain, and that loosened his tongue. It was the only explanation he could think of for saying something so stupid, oh Gods, why did I say that -

But it was worth it. So worth it, because when Qrow dared to look up to where he was positive he would see a shit-eating grin, there were only wide eyes and slightly parted lips. Qrow watched with fascination as a hint of pink grew on Clover’s cheeks, then spread to his nose, then his ears as the man quickly raised a hand to cover his mouth. Qrow sat up, quirking an eyebrow.

“All good?” he echoed, a little unsure, and Clover averted his gaze, looking incredibly nervous.

“I … ah.” His voice was quieter than the bold tone from before, almost uncharacteristically so. “That … I didn’t expect that.”

“Oh?” Qrow couldn’t help the familiar smirk he felt tugging at the corners of his lips, and he rested back casually on one hand. “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”

“Don’t say it,” Clover warned as he offered a hand to help Qrow stand. Qrow took it, and then some, daring to lean in closer than perhaps he should have.

“I wonder if that’s reflective of … other situations we might find ourselves in?”

The flush had quickly spread to consume Clover’s entire face, which he covered with both hands, positively steaming as he took a step back. “Shut up,” he groaned. “I’m not - it’s been weeks! I didn’t expect you to - to - !”

“You did all that flirting thinking I wasn’t gonna say something back?” Qrow asked, raising a skeptical brow, and boy did it feel good to be on the opposite end of things for once. He’d missed this - being the cool, collected one while the object of his affections spluttered and stumbled for words. He could sure get used to it again.

“Well, I - you didn’t seem the type?”

Qrow had to laugh at that, fond memories resurfacing of the times he was, in fact, the type. “You should have seen me in my Beacon days,” he said. “I have plenty of raunchy stories to contradict that observation.”

Clover seemed to be calming somewhat from his embarrassment, and set his hands on his hips with faux sass. “You think I want to hear about all the other men you wooed?”

Qrow’s grin turned sly, and he closed the distance between them again, practically nose-to-nose this time when he said, “I’ll just have to make new stories, then, hm?”

Clover spluttered, cheeks practically glowing pink, and it took Qrow a few minutes to stop laughing that time. It felt good to have his confidence back, and especially to use it on as lovely a cause as embarrassing his crush.

Clover had a lot to answer for, after all, and for the next few weeks, answer for it he did. This time, though, they got to share a few cute kisses amongst all the flirting, and it made the payback quite worth it.

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daisylincs · 4 years

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Staticquake 53, 63, 47, 61

53 = Mutual Pining, 63 = Everybody Knows/Mistaken For A Couple, 47 = Not a Date and 61 = Love Confession.

Thank you so much, anon, I was grinning already just as I read these prompts! I can just feel the denial coming off these two in waves, and it's the BEST.

As I was reviewing my bullet-point fics so far, I came to the shocking realisation that I haven't written a single coffee shop AU yet!! I know, I was stunned, too. And I immediately decided I needed to fix that! Luckily these prompts worked really well with a nice little coffee shop spin on them, so, I hope you like it!

Daisy works as a barista for Shield Coffee, and unlikely as it is, she's found a family there. It's a strange kind of family, to be sure, but it's more than she's ever had before.

It works like this. The owners of the little shop, Coulson and May, took her in and taught her a trade when no-one else would. In this little pseudo-family, they're her mom and dad.

Fitz and Jemma are her co-baristas, and also her best friends. They brighten her days with their cheerful banter and the way they always finish each other's sentences, and even if they do drive her up the wall sometimes with their total obliviousness, she loves them more than anything.

Mack is one of her regular customers, and she's come to know him so well that he's like a big brother to her. She teases him relentlessly about his obvious crush on Elena, the pretty Columbian girl who always stops by at Shield after her morning run, and he rolls his eyes good-naturedly and promises he won't be tipping her today. (He does anyway.)

There's Bobbi and Hunter, who are that pair of cousins who will put a smile on your face no matter what with their playful bickering and on-again-off-again drama that somehow always ends up with them on.

Then there are all the other customers who she doesn’t know as well, who are like those far-off family members whose faces you recognise and would totally say hi to on the street, but who aren’t in your inner circle.

So yeah, she knows and likes everyone, and everyone knows and likes her.

So when a totally new guy pops into the coffee shop one morning, suffice it to say Daisy is intrigued.

"What can I do for you?" she asks, looking up and flashing New Guy a friendly smile. Oh, he's cute. Nice.

"One hot chocolate, please," New Guy says with a smile.

Daisy stops in the middle of pouring milk into the espresso machine to give him a disbelieving look. "Uh, you know this is a coffee shop, right?"

"Yes, actually, I can read," he says drily, nodding up at the sign above her head.

She rolls her eyes and chooses to ignore that. "You're not seriously going to order hot chocolate in a coffee shop, are you?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest, I've never really liked coffee," he says, and if he didn't have such nice blue eyes, Daisy would never forgive him for such a horrific betrayal.

"Well, maybe that's because you've never tasted my coffee," she says, leaning against the counter and quirking her eyebrows at him. "Here, tell you what. I'll make you that hot chocolate -" she can't quite keep the grimace off her face "- but I'll also make you a French Vanilla latte. On the house."

"See if that doesn't change your mind," she adds under her breath.

"We'll definitely see," he says, tipping his head at her in a little salute. Flashing her a playful smile, he adds, "I've never been one to pass up a free cookie."

Oh, he has some nerve. Daisy shakes her head, smiling despite herself, and he gives her a little smirk as he turns away to go find a table.

She's still smiling (but more determinedly now - she's going to prove him wrong) as she makes his drinks - both of them - and calls, "Jem? Can you cover the counter? I'm taking my fifteen."

Sweeping his drinks onto a tray, she makes her way over to his table. "Prepare," she tells him, handing him his latte and perching on the edge of his table, "to have your mind blown."

He gives her a very unconvinced look, but slowly raises the cup to his lips. Takes a small sip. And…

Makes a face.

"Oh, come on!" she exclaims, dropping her hands in exasperation. "That's really great coffee."

"I'm sure it is," he says, trying and failing to wipe away his grimace. "It's just really not my thing."

"You know what that sounds like?" she asks him, folding her arms and shooting him an arch look as she takes the latte herself. "That sounds like a challenge."

"It does?" he asks, arching his eyebrows.

"Hell yes," she says firmly. "You come back tomorrow, and I'll make you another one of our lattes. I'll find one you like, I'll bet on it."

He takes a very deliberate sip of his hot chocolate. "Well, I will come back," he says slowly, "if only to prove you wrong."

Daisy gives what's half a snort and half an incredulous laugh, shaking her head at him. "I can't believe you," she informs him. He toasts her with his hot chocolate, blue eyes sparkling.

"Alright, what's your name?" she asks, because if she's going to be doing this she can't keep calling him New Guy in her head.

"Lincoln," he says, putting down his hot chocolate to shake her hand.

"Well, I'm Daisy," she says, gripping his hand. "And I am going to convert you into a believer of the religion of coffee."

He rolls his eyes at her, but he's smiling a little. "Yeah, we'll see," he says. Reaching for the latte, he takes the complimentary cookie off the plate and waves it at her. "Thanks."

It's her turn to roll her eyes, but she's also smiling. This is going to be fun.

"So, who's that cute guy you were flirting with?" Jemma asks, catching her arm as soon as she returns to the counter.

"I wasn't flirting," she denies immediately - because, Jemma, what? "Where did you get that idea?"

"I don't know, the cute smiles and proximity?" Jemma suggests, eyes dancing with mirth.

Daisy snorts. "Yeah, no." Giving her friend a comically betrayed look, she explains, "He doesn't like coffee! I have to convert him."

Jemma rolls her eyes and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "totally flirting" under her breath. But when Daisy gives her a look, she just smiles innocently. "Great idea."

Daisy rolls her eyes and ignores her friend. Jemma's totally wrong - she wasn't flirting! And yeah, okay, Lincoln's cute, but that's so far from the point.

The point is coffee. Yes.

The next day, as promised, Lincoln shows up. He orders a hot chocolate again, giving her a shit-eating grin as he does.

She rolls her eyes and brings him that and a hazelnut latte.

And, of course, he doesn't like it.

This repeats the next day, with the only change being the flavour of latte she brings him. And repeats again the next, and the next.

Okay, there is one other change, as well. But Jemma can stop smirking, because it doesn't mean anything, at all. Okay? N-o-t-h-i-n-g. They're just friends, and if they keep talking for the entirety of her break, and often longer, well that still doesn't change that, not one bit. Got it?

All it means is that Lincoln is really easy to talk to, bad taste in coffee or no.

And everyone else in the coffee shop seems to think so, too. More and more frequently, Lincoln is chatting nineteen-to-the-dozen with Fitz and Jemma about something science-y she wouldn’t understand if it hit her with a ten-pound hammer, but which they all get really excited about. Or he’s exchanging banter with Hunter and Bobbi, and placing bets on when Fitzsimmons will finally get their act together. Or he’s laughing himself silly as he and Mack try to learn Spanish from Elena and Joey. Even May grudgingly admits he’s an alright kid.

Daisy only realises what’s happening as she brings him a pumpkin spice latte, and after taking a grudging sip, his eyes widen.

“Whoa,” he says. “That’s… that’s good.”

Daisy stares at him for a moment in total shock, then shrieks so loudly the entire coffee shop jumps. “I knew it!”

And before she quite processes it, all her friends are flocking around the table, too, exchanging “told-you-so’s” and “finally!’s” with Lincoln.

It’s then that she realises two fundamental truths at the exact same time: number one, Lincoln has become a part of the Shield family. The thought leaves a warm glow in her stomach.

And number two… when he looks over at her, blue eyes sparkling as he holds onto his pumpkin spice latte, her heart feels like it’s going to burst from warmth.

Oh, god.

She likes him.

She finds herself looking at him with totally new eyes, as if she’s trying to analyse every little thing he does. The way he laughs and interacts with her friends, and the way they smile warmly back… it leaves her feeling so full of soft warm happiness that she thinks she might explode of it.

But that doesn’t mean he likes her back… does it?

I mean, probably not. Right?

She finds her gaze lingering on him a little longer, now, as they sit down for pumpkin spice lattes on her ten o’clock break each day (she still tells him I-told-you-so every single day.)

And sometimes she thinks his eyes linger a bit, too.

Then other times she thinks, Daisy, stop being ridiculous, this is your FRIEND. Friends are allowed to look a little longer when you’re busy TALKING, so stop overanalysing everything, dammit.

Her inner pep-talk sort of works. Sort of.

Pity nobody else heard it.

One day, as they’re sitting together and talking animatedly about Trump’s latest dumb Tweet, this sweet old lady stops by their table and goes, "oh, it does my heart so good to see young love again. You two are such a lovely couple."

They both start blushing like crazy - "oh no, we're not together" - and Daisy can’t meet his gaze all of a sudden because oh my God, this is awkward.

And to make things worse, Hunter, asshole with the worst timing in the world that he is, chooses that moment to pop up behind them and go, "Really? Because you've basically been going on dates for three weeks now."

Daisy and Lincoln simultaneously splutter versions of "What are you talking about??? Those weren't DATES!!"

Then Jemma pops up, too, and starts ticking things off her fingers. "Sitting together in the coffee shop? Check. Bantering and teasing each other? Check. Making each other grin like idiots? CHECK."

And when Daisy stops to think about it… sitting together and chatting over coffee does seem a little bit like a date. And, okay, yeah, maybe she does smile a little bit more than she should if they’re just friends, and her heart does do this little happy skippy thing when he smiles back - but that’s just her. Right???

She looks over at Lincoln, and finds him blushing too as he studiously looks down at the table.

Wait… if he’s blushing, too, that means…

“Were they?” she blurts. “Were they dates?”

He looks up at her, and his expression is all awkwardness, but with a little bit of hope in there, too. “Do you want them to be?”

Daisy’s heart is going crazy in her chest. Oh dear sweet God and his great aunt Tracy, this is all simultaneously so good and so terrifying. It kind of definitely seems like he might like her too, maybe.

So she takes the plunge and says, “Yeah.”

He laughs, shaking his head a little incredulously. “Wow. I thought it was just me… I mean, sometimes I thought you might feel the same, but then I told myself I was just reading into things, and -”

“We’re a pair of idiots,” she says, and she’s a little mad at herself and him but she can’t stop smiling. “That’s exactly what I thought, too.”

“Well, then,” he says, and he can’t stop grinning, either. God, they’re a pair of love-struck idiots. “So now that we’ve established that - do you want to go on a date? Properly?”

And Daisy’s grinning so much she thinks her face might split as she answers, “only if there’s coffee involved.”

He’s laughing, and she’s laughing, and somehow they’re both drawing closer until they’re kissing.

The entire coffee shop starts cheering.

“I KNEW IT!” Hunter yells, pumping his fist. “I knew it! We all saw this coming, oh my God you two owe us!”

“Oh, fuck off,” Daisy says, reaching for Lincoln’s hand and grinning when he immediately laces their fingers. They pretty much run out of the coffee shop, their friends’ whoops and whistles following them all the way.

(Even so… they go back to the coffee shop for their first real date. And neither of them even mind the relentless teasing that much - they know it’s just because everyone’s really happy for them.

They’re really happy for themselves, too.

The End.)

Digital pumpkin spice lattes to anyone who spots the Hamilton reference 😜

#tropes mashup #coffee shop au #everyone knows/mistaken for a couple #not a date #staticquake #bullet-point fic

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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It Was Only A Kiss

Written for the DL server Bingo Card prompt-Kiss: Still Haven’t.

Poly!Queen because? Just because. Not where I saw this prompt originally going, but most of the time in writing I just sort of hang on for the ride and see where I end up, and here we are! In very NSFW land lol. Easiest way to sum this up is rehearsal gone smutty. Like really, this starts sweet and goes full smut (we circle back to sweet though lol.) Just...fair warning.

Title from Mr. Brightside by the Killers, because it’s what started playing in my head as soon as I realized how smutty and how much longer this ‘quick one shot’ was going to be lmao.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“How long are you going to wait exactly?” Freddie asked.

“Long as he makes me,” Brian sniffed.

“...Correct me if I’m wrong,” Freddie said slowly. “But he hasn’t yet figured out that you like him in that way. That I know for sure. So how exactly is he making you wait?”

Brian shrugged. “I mean...it isn’t the right time to talk about it yet.”

Roger was across the room, chatting with John about something, his hands gesturing wildly, the sandwich in one hand seeming like it might go flying.

“Why not now?”

“He’s eating,” Brian said in a rush. “I can’t interrupt him.”

Freddie dropped his head into his hands. “Brian.”

“Freddie?”

“Please, just go kiss him. Just do it now.”

Brian looked shocked. “I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Would be rude!”

Freddie looked skyward. “And they say I’m a useless gay, with how long I take to flirt. Well, this one is in the running with me!”

“I am not useless!” Brian said. “I’m...”

“You’re afraid he doesn’t reciprocate,” Freddie said. “Look. I know I wasn’t going to interfere too much in all this.”

“Did you ever actually say that?”

“To myself, at one point, but I’m in this, so forget it,” Freddie said. “Without divulging all his personal business at home...let’s just say I know for sure he does. Reciprocate what you feel. And it would really make my nights quieter if you would do something about it today.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “...quiet nights?”

“I’m not giving you details of what he gets up to when he’s alone,” Freddie said.

“I think you did with saying that.”

“I...” Freddie stammered. “Well. Fuck. Will you go do something about this now? If I have to hear him moaning your name one more fucking time, I’m going to lose it...”

Brian blushed redder than the Red Special in his lap. “Every night?”

“Not every night, but often enough,” Freddie said with a roll of his eyes.

“And you’ve never done the same,” Brian teased. “With some other guy, I’m sure.”

It was Freddie’s turn to blush. “That is...neither here nor there. You’re interested in Roger, so go and get him. He’s literally ten steps away, not even. You have long legs; you’ll be over to him in no time.”

“I could be shared,” Brian said softly. “If Roger would allow.”

Freddie tried and failed to bite back a smile. “You haven’t even kissed him yet. Focus on that, and we’ll see about anything else.”

“Okay,” Brian said, and swallowed hard as he set the Red Special on its stand. “I will.”

“Good, then go!”

“I will, and I am!”

“All you’ve done is stood up!”

“I’m working on it!”

“What in the fuck is going on with you two?” Roger interrupted, through a mouthful of sandwich. “Are you alright?”

Brian stepped over to Roger, and stood impatiently in front of him. “Can you finish chewing and swallow that, please?”

Roger frowned, obviously confused. “That’s the idea, yeah.”

“I know, but,” Brian fussed. “Now. Quickly, before I lose my nerve.”

Across the room, Freddie squeaked, a hand over the smile on his face.

Roger smirked, but swallowed. “Okay. I’ve proven to you I remember how to eat. What is it you need now?”

Brian leaned down and kissed him, quickly, but hard.

Roger looked dumbfounded, then grinned. “Took you long enough.”

Brian nodded, then darted back over to Freddie. “Since I’ve got the confidence...”

The kiss was just as hard, but lingered for a moment as Freddie kissed back.

“He’s right,” Freddie said softly. “Took you long enough.”

“Think I should be the one saying that,” John piped up. “Fucking christ, I was about ready to yell at you myself. Do you know how frustrating it is watching you all make eyes at each other, and do fuck-all about it?”

“Very frustrating?” Brian asked.

John nodded. “Now we can get back to work, and you can go home with those two like you should have been doing for months already.”

“I don’t know about months-” Brian scoffed.

“You are the worst liar,” John said. “You’ve liked Rog since you met him, and same with Freddie. I know it.”

“Well,” Brian “As friends at first. Took about a month before some...other thoughts, came into my head.”

“Mhm, came indeed,” Roger smirked, laughing at Brian’s despairing look. “Don’t be like that. Tell me you aren’t thinking about tonight, hm?”

“I am,” Freddie murmured.

Brian blushed, and nodded. “Maybe I am. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would,” Roger said, and set the now-forgotten sandwich down on the equipment crate near him. “Why don’t we take a moment out in the hall and you let me know?”

“No,” Freddie said quickly, and they frowned.

“There’s another band recording tonight, you’ll just get caught,” Freddie said sharply. “Use the closet in the room, John and I will busy ourselves until it’s my turn with each of you.”

“You could come with us now,” Roger said.

“I could,” Freddie nodded. “But I want to save that for tonight. In the meantime...I have ideas for what I can do with each of you in the closet.”

John smirked and shook his head. “I’ll play loudly for the rest of rehearsal, how does that sound?”

“Probably a good idea,” Brian admitted, his face still a wonderful shade of pink. “I swear, this won’t happen every rehearsal.”

“I know,” John said. “Get it out of your system tonight; we can be more productive later this week.”

Freddie watched as the other two nearly skipped off to the closet, then turned to John, moving his chair closer to him. “So. Are we going to talk about you making eyes at the rest of us too, or is that being saved for a different night?”

John didn’t look up from his bass as he plucked at its strings. “I didn’t think I was the type for any of you. And I’m just...considering it. I know I love Ronnie, but you all-”

“Does she know?” Freddie asked softly.

John nodded. “Gave me her blessing tonight to do what I’d like, so long as it’s only with you three.”

“Okay. Do you want to do anything? You don’t have to, and there’s no pressure, but if you want-”

The bass was out of his hands and on its stand before Freddie could more than blink, and John was in his lap.

“Okay,” he laughed. “That’s a yes?”

John nodded, and looked nervously to the door.

“It’s locked,” Freddie said. “And you get to lead.”

---

“Fucking zipper,” Roger sighed. “Should just let you rip these off of me.”

“I’m not destroying your clothes,” Brian said. “Besides, how much can we really get up to in here?”

Roger gave him a look. “Is that a challenge?”

Brian shrugged, and smirked. “Maybe.”

He had an armful of Roger then, with lips at his neck and hands working at his zipper.

“I think you’ve won it already!”

Roger paused, and lifted his head up from where he was focused on leaving marks on Brian’s neck. “Shall I stop then?”

Brian frowned, and Roger grinned before resuming his kisses.

“Awful loud out there,” Brian remarked as he bit back a moan at Roger’s leg moving up to brush against his cock.

“They said they’d be loud for our sake,” Roger said breathlessly.

“Right, but with instruments,” Brian replied. “That...I know what a bass sounds like. I know what it sounds like to hear Freddie sing. He’s...well. That’s not singing.”

“They don’t sound in distress,” Roger murmured, whimpering at the feeling of Brian’s fingers ghosting underneath the tight waistband of his jeans. “Let them be.”

---

“Where on earth did you learn all of this?” Freddie smiled. They’d ended up on the floor (the chair was less stable than it looked) but it hadn’t halted anything. They were half undressed, shirts tossed aside and trousers unbuttoned and unzipped.

“This can’t be anything out of the world,” John said, his hand still working Freddie’s cock even as the kissing paused.

“Enthusiasm can be a great portion of skill,” Freddie sighed happily. “Am I being too loud?”

“Not for me,” John said. “I like loud.”

Freddie smiled. “But will anyone passing by in the hall?”

John shrugged. “Let them be jealous.”

Freddie kissed him deeply, and pulled him by the hip as close as he could. “Might need to be louder then.”

“I can help with that,” John said, his voice husky as his fingers moved to push down Freddie’s underwear and trousers.

The only reply he got was a very happy moan.

---

There wasn’t much in the way of words anymore, at least not much beyond each other’s names and soft murmurs. Most of their clothing had made its way to the floor, and if not for the lack of lube and condoms, more would have been going on.

Even so, what was happening was perfectly good as well.

“I think I fucking love you,” Roger whined, biting at Brian’s lip, rutting his hard cock up against Brian’s. “I know I love fucking you, for sure.”

“You’re a poet,” Brian smirked, and gave Roger’s ass a gentle slap. “But I wonder what else that mouth can do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Roger teased, and dropped to his knees before Brian could grab his hips. He stuck his tongue out obscenely, and Brian sighed.

“That is...I wonder if Freddie would paint that, if we asked. He should. Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Show me how much you like it,” Roger hissed, and took Brian’s cock onto his tongue, eyes wide as he looked up at him.

They closed as Brian’s hand grasped the back of his hair at the scalp, and his cock slid down his throat ever so slowly.

“If this is what you’re willing to do in here,” Brian breathed softly. “What on earth do you have planned for later tonight?”

Roger opened his eyes only to quickly wink.

Brian slid his cock back out, then back in quickly, wincing as Roger gagged lightly. “Sorry. I’ll be more careful.”

Roger let Brian’s cock slip out of his mouth. “No. I like it. Not too deep, but like you just did...keep that up.”

He could feel Brian’s thighs shake as he rested a hand on one, and he grinned. “Now, where were we...”

---

“Don’t fucking stop,” John whined. “Fuck me.”

“I would if we had more room,” Freddie muttered in between kisses to John’s chest, his hand busy at John’s cock. The small bottle of lube from his pocket was just beside them on the floor. “Come back to mine and Roger’s tonight with Brian, and we can.”

“I’d like that,” John murmured, then gasped and dropped his head to Freddie’s shoulder, his cock throbbing as he came. “Sorry.”

“Don’t you dare be sorry,” Freddie said. “We can clean up.”

He scooted down to John’s thighs as John rolled from his side to his back, and licked at the streaks of cum.

“Fucking hell,” John sighed.

“I’d like to think it’s more like heaven,” Freddie grinned.

“Will be in a moment,” John said. “Get back in the chair.”

Freddie raised a brow, but did as instructed. “I could get used to that. What else are you going to order me to do?”

“I’ve seen how loud you can be,” John said. “For the studio, at least. But what about quiet?”

He dropped to his knees in front of Freddie. “Mind, I’ve never done this before, so be kind, but-”

“You’re going to do fine,” Freddie said, a hand running through John’s hair. “Don’t know that I’ll last that long anyway, with you like this.”

He moaned at the sensation of John’s tongue on his cock, echoing the moaning coming from the closet.

---

It was a wordless groan as Brian came, thighs shaking, his legs much weaker than he wanted them to be.

But it was hard to help, with his cock down Roger’s throat, pulsing against his tongue, which lapped ever so gently against him as Roger swallowed it all.

“...how long have you been able to do that?”

Roger let Brian’s cock fall from his mouth, and wiped at his mouth. “Dunno. Never really tried that till tonight, honestly. Just know I’ve always liked the idea of sucking cock, and now I know that I really, really like it. Especially like that.”

“Let me,” Brian said, and tried to get to his knees, legs still quaking.

“No,” Roger laughed. “You’ll fall. Besides, I want your hands instead.”

Brian smirked. “That’s why you watch me play so closely during rehearsal then.”

“Something like that,” Roger smiled. “Now are you going to show me what they can do, or what?”

“We don’t have anything for that though,” Brian said.

Roger winced. “Hang on, I know someone who does.”

---

He ducked out of the closet, cock half-tucked as best he could manage it into the side of his jeans, then stopped dead.

John had Freddie’s cock down his throat, eyes shut, moaning around it. Freddie was in a similar state, leaned back in the chair, eyes fluttering as his hips jerked up to meet John’s mouth.

“Fuck,” Brian whispered as he came up behind Roger, hand reaching to rub at Roger’s cock through his jeans. “We’re all going back to yours and Freddie’s then, aren’t we?”

“Better be,” Roger murmured, gasping and fighting the urge to buck his hips and cock into Brian’s hand.

In the chair, Freddie was losing control of himself, a hand balled up in John’s hair, hips moving erratically. John for his part, seemed unbothered by it, utterly in his newly discovered element.

Roger whimpered as Brian’s other hand pulled him close, and he could feel Brian was half-hard again at the scene in front of them.

“Come right as he does, and I’ll let you fuck me into the mattress when we get home,” Brian whispered, warm in his ear.

It was a blessing that Freddie came a moment later, with a strangled moan, because Brian’s voice set Roger off completely. There was no time to get his cock out of his jeans again, and he resigned himself to the mess as he leaned back against Brian, grinding his ass against his cock.

As he came back down, Freddie looked over to them, and laughed. “Should we head home?”

John pressed a few more kisses to his thighs. “Please. I want to see if I can do better at that.”

“Better?” Roger scoffed. “Then what do you call what you were just doing?”

“A decent first try?” John shrugged with a smile.

“Bless you,” Freddie sighed. “You have...a natural talent for that, I think.”

“Only fair to share with us,” Brian said. “Shall we plan to not practice till later tomorrow?”

“I don’t plan on sleeping when we get home,” Roger said. “So I think that’s for the best.”

It was a rush then to clean up, put everything away, and get outside. The only time they slowed was to ensure the Red Special and John’s bass were safely ready in their cases before heading out into the night.

“Thank god it’s dark,” Roger giggled as they walked. “Jacket isn’t long enough to cover the damned spot on my jeans.”

“Good,” Freddie teased. “I like seeing it.”

“Daring,” John said. “Hot, the idea that someone could see you out here like that-”

“Wondering which one of us caused it,” Brian interjected with a proud grin.

“Technically, it was both of us,” Freddie said.

“Bet we can cause another at home,” Brian said, and slipped his arm around Roger’s hips to squeeze him close for a moment.

“You wish,” Roger laughed. “All of this is coming off as soon as we get in the door.”

“Even better,” John said, and they all laughed at that.

It was just safe enough, in the dark of the late night, to be at ease and close, letting hands touch briefly, thighs bumping against each other every now and again.

A reminder that this was just another layer to it all, another level of closeness and love, and it was wonderfully, uniquely, theirs.

#text post #LeeH writes #Queen band fic

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celestica-1988 · 5 years

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She Is My Girl

TheDirtTommyLeeXFemale reader.

Requested: yes. By @keepcalm-and-beyou

“Can I get a imagine where MGK as Tommy Lee is dating the reader but she had a past fling with Nikki sixx and Nikki takes every chance he gets to bring it up pissing off tommy . Nikki as well loves to flirt with the reader leading to making Tommy jealous where one night Tommy snaps. “

Warning: presence of violence

It was a calm peaceful night and you were resting in Tommy’s arms.

You were sleepy after sex and as always your thoughts came to you in casual order, or so it happened usually. Today was different, Nikki was your first and worried thought.

It wasn’t like you were tired of Tommy and started to love Nikki, at all.

The problem was that Nikki was your ex, if you could call someone you’ve been in a relationship for just a month an ex.

It has been the worst month of your life, you were really in love with him, but for him it was just a game, nothing more. He cheated on you since the day one of your relationship and when you confronted him about it, he just shrugged the shoulders and said it was normal in rapport with a rockstar, that you should have been happy to be his number one. But you didn’t want to be his number, you wanted to be his only one, but that was never going to happen.

Your heart still ached a year and six months after this deranged thing. It took a lot to you to break up with Nikki, you were so caught in that toxic relationship that you sat everything out. You have to thank Mick and Tommy if you break free in the end. Slowly and with patience they made you understand that a relationship with a rockstar wasn’t different from any other, except for being a long distance one sometimes, and cheat wasn’t a rule. It was just Nikki’s difficulty in commitment.

The last straw was that you caught him having sex with your best friend on your birthday, in your bed, the one you shared with him.

Enough was enough and you broke up with him that day.

It hurt, you spent the first three months after crying in Tommy’s arms. He was the one who was always beside you, who gave you the strength to ignore Nikki’s pleas to come back with him.

After six months Tommy told you that he loved you, but he would respect whatever decision you would take, but you have no doubts. In this six months you found out that Tommy was more than a goofball of energy, a puppy or an idiot. He was a sensitive guy who wanted a relationship, always ready to fall in love like it was the first time.

You kissed him and your relationship with him started and with that they also started problems: Nikki never accepted that you now were Tommy’s girl.

He was annoying and persistent, always ready to tease you and provoke Tommy, constantly reminding him you have been his girlfriend.

Tommy never reacted but you knew he was tired and about to lose patience with his best friend.

Tomorrow there would be a pool party and the guys surely would be there, Vince was impatient to introduce to everyone his new girlfriend: Sharise.

You had a bad feeling about that party.

You hoped for the best, but you were prepared for the worst.

And the worst was Tommy and Nikki fixing the problem with their fists. You noticed that every time they were together there was tension, a low stream of hate towards each other.

You were worried, but what could you do?

You loved Tommy and you had no intention to come back with Nikki.

What would be would be.

You felt asleep dreaming a world in where Tommy and Nikki were friends.

………………………………..

The next day you spent the morning preparing for the party.

You organized the decorations, the position of every single table, beach chair, food and drinking.

There were a lot of beer, fuel on the fire, you thought absent-mindedly.

Tommy just walked around the house, ignoring the catering, and tried to play drums for a while, but when you heard curses you knew the session was over.

You went to his studio with an apologetic look.

“Sorry, love. But this afternoon there will be the party and I need to get the things fixed.”

“No problem. I just can’t concentrate and I don’t know why, I’m always so nervous.

Even playing the drums helps me.”

You felt really sorry because you knew why he was so nervous.

It was because the tension between him and Nikki, they used to be best friends and now they barely talked to each other. You hugged him from behind and planted a kiss on his neck.

“It’s okay. Sometimes we are stressed, but I’m sure that you will feel better after this party.” He smiled and relaxed a bit.

“Yea, you are right. There’s nothing better than a party to light up the mood.

Is it all set?” “Yes, baby.” “I’m hungry.” “Let’s eat some sandwiches. It’s midday after all.” “Ok.” You two left the studio and went in the kitchen, there were some sandwiches, leftovers of the catering in case people would end them at the party.

You ate a couple of them and then you wear your bath suit: a yellow bikini for you and shorts for Tommy.

At two o’clock the bell rang and you opened the door: it was Nikki who looked you with satisfaction.

“How beautiful is my girl today.” “I’m not your girl.” You said coldly, but it didn’t stop him from lingering around you more than necessary, Tommy had already got his fists clenched. Soon after the rest of the band arrived, Vince brought a blonde girl who you supposed was Sharise.

You hugged everyone and then you went all outside, at the pool.

Vince was about to introduce the girl when Nikki picked you up and jumped in the pool with you, scaring the living shit out of you.

“Ain’t it fun, angel?”

He said when you emerged from the water panting hard and with your heart about to explode for the shock.

“No, it fucking wasn’t.”

He laughed and he lifted you up, you started to kick and scream, scared of his behavior.

Luckily Tommy took you from your feet and dragged you away from the bassist, you hugged him tightly on the verge of crying.

“Sh, love! Everything is okay, I’m here with you.” “Thank you, thank you.” He caressed gently your hair and finally you two got out of the pool and Vince introduced Sharise, she was a nice girl and she and Vince seemed really in love.

The party kicked in when also the rest of guests arrived and you started to dance with Tommy, Nikki was forgotten for a while.

Dancing on metal songs got you tired, after a while you sat on a beach chair to rest for a moment, Nikki took the chance and hugged you from behind. You couldn’t move, he held your hands.

“Let me go.” You said annoyed.

“Nah, angel. Who fucked you better?” “Tommy.” Your voice was firm even though you started to be scared of him.

“Wrong answer and we both know it. I’m the one who fucked you better.

And who made you scream more?” “Tommy, always Tommy.

Leave me alone.” “Wrong answer again, angel.

I’m the one who made you scream more. You are mine and it’s time to take you back.” He started to kiss your neck, you started to wiggle out of him.

“Stop, Nikki.

This is too much, I won’t come back with you.

Never. Ever.

I love Tommy!”

He didn’t listen to you but after some minutes you were free.

Tommy was punching Nikki, you never saw him so angry, there was fire in his eyes.

“Stop harassing my girl.” He screamed between a punch and another.

“I let you play your games because I hoped you understood you fucked up and lost your chance, but you didn’t. Now I’m tired, time to beat the shit outta you.” The fight lasted for five minutes then Vince and Mick separated the terror twins, Nikki was the most hurt one, Tommy looked at you. There was panic in his eyes, he watched his bloody hands and ran away.

You knew what he was thinking, he didn’t want you to see his violent side and got scared of it.

You exchanged a look with Mick, Nikki wasn’t beat too bad after all so you left him and ran towards the house. Tommy was in your bedroom, you knocked loudly.

“Go away, Y/N. It’s dangerous if you come.” “No, Tommy! Don’t say that.

You are not dangerous and I love you, can we talk?”

There was silence from the other side.

“Please, Tommy, I love you.

Don’t shut me off.” You were crying now.

Finally the door opened and you hugged him tightly.

You watched at his bruised face and kissed gently his lips.

“Everything is okay, let’s talk in the room.” You walked in it and sat on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to show you ever this side of me.

I can become violent when the rage is too much to handle, I’m not the kind of man you deserve.” “Oh, shut up. I’m happy that you saved me from Nikki! I know you didn’t want to beat him, but he asked for it.

I know you would never beat a woman, right?”

“Right.” He was hesitant.

“I punched one of my girlfriends because she talked shit about my mom.” “I know, Roxy, right?”

He nodded.

“How can you trust me?” “Because I know that you love me and you will never hurt me on purpose.” Tommy sighed.

“I don’t deserve you, but you choose me anyway, who am I to tell you what to do?” He hugged you.

“I’m sorry.” You lifted his chin.

“It’s all right. What do you think if we have a private party here and now?” He widened his eyes.

“After I fix these wounds.

Do you think the others would mind?” “Are you sure?” “I am.” You said watching him with all your love.

He wasn’t perfect, he made mistakes, sometimes he fucked up, but you loved him also for this.

“Poor Sharise, she knew us from a few hours and she saw a fight.”

Tommy giggled.

“We are Mötley Crüe after all.”

You laughed and kissed him.

You were about to get the first aid kit when someone knocked. It was Nikki.

“Sorry guys for being such a bitch for all this time.” He seemed really sorry.

“Let’s talk about this another time.” Tommy was still angry and Nikki nodded and left you alone.

You caressed him and kissed him.

Your real party was about to start.

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years

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Sweet Pea//my strange addiction

Request: hi! do you take requests? if so, do you think you could write something sweets x reader based off of either bad guy by billie eilish or my strange addiction by billie eilish? thank uuu

“Hey Y/n.” Toni greeted you cheerfully.

“Hey.” You mumbled back and she laughed.

“I see you had a fun weekend.” Fangs teased and you groaned.

“Its far too early in the morning for any of you to be this cheerful.” You replied and they laughed louder.

“So, what did you do?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answer to.” You replied and they laughed.

“Yep. I know. I learned my lesson way too long ago.” Toni replied.

“So long I forgot.” Fangs added and shivered.

“Hey guys. Oh hey Y/n” Sweet Pea muttered your name when he saw you.

“Hey.” You replied just as grumpily.

“You look beautiful as always.” He teased and you flipped him off.

“Bite me.”

“Only if you ask nicely.” He flirted and you shoved him making him sway slightly.

“Guess what I did this weekend!” Kevin asked cheerily, now joining your conversation. You groaned again at how loud they were being and the four of them laughed at you.

“What?” Fangs asked.

“Well, because I’ve been accepted into the farm-”

“The cult.” You interrupted.

“The farm.” He argued.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s just grumpy and tired. Possibly hungover.” Kevin reassured him.

“Thats just her personality.” Sweet Pea added and you elbowed him in the stomach.

“Ow.” He groaned.

“Oops.” You mocked and smiled sweetly at him, blowing him a kiss.

“You’re an ass.” He muttered.

“I know.” You shrugged. “But you love it.” You whispered in his ear and he gulped.

“You alright Pea?” Toni asked and he nodded.

“Well, now that Y/n’s gotten her daily Sweet Pea assault over with and he’s called her a name. By the way kinda disappointed with the name calling today Sweet Pea, I know you can do better.” Fangs shook his head. “What did you do at the farm.”

“Keep it in your pants Fogarty, and its a cult.” You replied and he flipped you off, before turning his attention back to Kevin.

“We were learning how to make medicine from plants and I learned about this plant called Belladonna, as well as being used in medicine and ancient times to enlarge woman’s pupils so they would be more appealing, its also another name for a drug that can be used to help you sleep.”

“Y/n could have done with that at the weekend by the looks of her.” Sweet Pea teased and you shoved him.

“You weren’t complaining when I was sucking your dick.” You whispered again and he choked.

“What are the side effects of the medicine that they use Belladonna for?” You asked.

“Why?” Kevin narrowed his eyes at you.

“Just curious.” You shrugged. “And I wanna know what I need to look out for the next time someone from the farm is around.” You mumbled making Sweet Pea and Toni laugh. Fangs glared at you and you smiled sweetly at him.

“Well, they cause blurred vision, fever. fast heartbeat, hallucinations.”

“I think the next time I need medicine I’ll just stick to painkillers thanks.” Sweet Pea replied and you laughed.

“I can think of something else that causes them too.” You mumbled to yourself and looked at Sweet Pea who was still laughing at him joke.

“They can cause comas.” Kevin added and Sweet Pea stopped laughing.

“How lovey. What else do they teach you at the cult-I mean farm?” You asked and Toni and Sweet Pea laughed. Kevin rolled his eyes before walking away.

“You guys are the worst.” Fangs glared at the three of you before following Kevin.

“Fangs?!” Toni called after him.

“What?” He asked, not bothering to turn around.

“If he offers you medicine, don’t take it!” You teased and the three of you laughed loudly.

“Fuck of y/l/n!” He replied and stormed off.

“Lovely talking to you too Fogarty. I’ll see you at lunch!” You added so he knew you were joking.

“Yeah. See you then!”

“I’ll see you guys at lunch too. I said I would meet Cheryl before our first class.” Toni told the both of you and you nodded.

“Have fun.” You waved her off.

“Try not to murder each other.” She teased and you both rolled your eyes.

“Try not to fuck Cheryl before your first class. Wouldn’t want to be late, like last Monday.” You replied.

“She needed cheering up.” She shrugged.

“People tell a joke or give a hug to cheer them up on a Monday morning, you don’t usually give them an orgasm.” Sweet Pea raised an eyebrow.

“You’re only jealous because no one wats to have sex with you ever, let alone on a Monday morning.” She replied and you laughed loudly.

“Shut up y/l/n.” He shoved you and you laughed louder.

“See ya!” Toni called behind her.

“We still have twenty minutes before our first class and I saw an empty cupboard down the abandoned English corridor.” You pointed in the general direction. While he got what he needed for his first class out his locker so he wouldn’t have to run back after you had finished, you thought about what you were doing with each other, really you should take a break from him and the sex, you both knew you weren’t good for each other but you just couldn’t help yourself. Thats why he had been at your house all weekend, with your parents away it was the perfect excuse to invite him over...again.

“Are you sure?” He asked as you walked to the cupboard. “Are you still not exhausted from the weekend?” He said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes. Checking to see if there was anyone in the corridor before pushing him in the cupboard, locking the door behind you.

“You know I take what I want when I wanna. And I definitely want you.” You smirked and he pushed you against the door, your lips attaching to his. Ever since you started this you both knew it was bad news. One of you was gonna catch feeling and end up loosing but right now you were still in the ‘purely physical” stage so you were both good. One night after some particularly good sex you were getting dressed and Sweet Pea summed it up pretty well. He said ‘i’m the powder, you’re the fuse. Just add some friction’. You could sworn you’d heard that in a song but decided to spare his feeling (for once in your life) and let him have that one.

Twenty five minutes later both of you stumbled out of the cupboard and towards your classes, fixing your clothes as you went. At lunch time you were the first one at your table and with the precious time you had by yourself you decided to think about why you and Sweet Pea kept doing what you were doing. You got that he was attractive but everything else about him just annoyed you, and it wasn’t like a ‘i’ll pretend i don’t like you to cover up the fact that i’ve been in love with you my entire life’ type thing. It was a genuine ‘I think you’re attractive and I would like to fuck you but thats about it,’ and thats the way he felt about you. He’d spent his entire morning classes thinking about why you couldn’t keep away from each other and he couldn’t figure it out. You had known each other since you were about 6 and you had always disliked each other. It wasn’t that you hated each other, you tolerated each other and sometimes hung out alone, you would occasionally team up to tease one of your other friends but it was never a nice friendship. You were always teasing each other. It was like you were each others strange addiction.

“Y/n?” Toni asked, waving her hand in front of your face. Her and Fangs sat down opposite you and you snapped out of your thoughts. “You still tired?” She asked and you nodded.

“You’re acting weird. You have been for a few weeks. Whats up?” Fangs asked as he started to eat.

“Nothing much. Just had a lot of stuff going on.” You shrugged.

“You wanna talk about it?” They asked.

“Nah.” You shook your head and glanced at Sweet Pea who was making his way towards the table. “I’m fine.” You smiled at them. Sweet Pea sat next to you and you all started to eat.

“Not that anyone cares, but I spent the weekend watching The Office.” Fangs broke the silence.

“You’re right. No one cares.” Toni replied and you laughed.

“I would have assumed you’d spent the weekend trying to get into Keller’s pants.” Sweet Pea added.

“Bold of you to go for the ex-sheriff Fangs.” You teased. “How did Kevin take the news?”

“For the love of god shut up. I beg you.” He pleaded.

“Did you beg Sheriff Keller too?” You asked making Toni and Sweet Pea snort with laughter. “Or was it just his son.”

“I’m not having this conversation anymore.” He shook his head.

“It was both.” Toni snickered.

“You bad boy.” You added and he groaned.

“What about you Sweet Pea? What did you do at the weekend?” He changed the subject and the three of you looked at Sweet Pea.

“Yeah Sweet Pea. Did you beg anyone?” Toni asked with a laugh, and you choked on your drink. Toni and Fangs looked at you confused before you quickly recovered.

“What did you do?” You raised an eyebrow and he shook his head.

“Fangs?” He asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah?”

“Have you had a fever from Kevin and his medicine yet?” He asked.

“That is old news Sweet Pea. Stop trying to change the subject.” Fangs shook his head. “So what, or who did you do?” Sweet Pea gulped and looked around at the three of you looking at him. Toni and Fangs were waiting patiently for his answer and you had an eyebrow raised, waiting for what he was gonna say. He remembered the feeling of your lips against his skin as you hovered above him and how it felt like wherever they went they ignited a fire that burned, but he liked it.

“Just watched some My Strange Addiction.” He replied and looked at you.

“Well that was definitely the most boring out of all of us.” Fangs sighed.

“Just because he didn’t join a cult like you.” You replied.

“I didn’t! I watched The Office!”

“Kevin told me all about your little hook-up at the cult-I mean farm.” You told him. “I keep mixing those two up. I wonder why. Guys do you know why I keep mixing them up?” You asked.

“Er. Is it because they’re the same?” Toni asked, a smile on a face.

“Topaz you are absolutely right!” You told her and she cheered.

“They aren’t!”

“Think about it Fangs. What are the tell-tale signs of a cult?” You asked again. “I will tell you what the tell-tale signs of a cult are. Number 1. A charismatic leader.” You started reading from your phone dramatically and Sweet Pea and Toni smiled, excited to see what you were going to do. Fangs shook his head but continued to listen. “Cough Edgar Cough.” You deadpanned. “Number 2. A process to get in, something that is not in your best interest. Remind me what you were doing? Thats right, joining a cult with your boyfriend where you have to undergo a process. A weird one at that. Kissing each other? Really? Number 3. Exploitation of members and brainwashing. Do you need an explanation for that one or are you good?”

“I’m good.” He mumbled.

“Great. So what have you learnt?” You asked sarcastically.

“That I joined a cult.”

“Finally!” Toni cheered.

“I’m glad I got through to you. Downside though, my lunch is now cold.” You muttered and they laughed.

“You can have mine.” Sweet Pea offered, much to the surprise of him and everyone else.

“Did you put some of Kevin’s poison in there?” Toni teased and he rolled his eyes.

“No, I’m trying to be nice. Plus I don’t want it anyway, I’m not feeling well.” He shrugged and gave you his lunch.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him. “What are your symptoms?”

“Nothing important.” He shrugged again, and you maintained eye contact for a few seconds.

“I’ll tell Kevin that I can’t stay in the cult. I mean Farm. Dammit.” He stood up.

“Wait Fangs.” You held his hand so he couldn’t go anywhere.

“You know we’re only doing this because we love you and we’re worried about you. We don’t want anyone joining a cult, let alone our best friend.”

“I know. I think they have brainwashed me.” He joked. “Its difficult if there’s a cute boy in front of me though.” He sighed and wandered away to find Kevin.

“He does know its really difficult, almost impossible to leave a cult.” Sweet Pea asked as you watched him walk away.

“I don’t think he was fully in.” Toni replied. “Maybe Fangs should go on My Strange Addiction.”

“For what?” You replied confused.

“Doing stupid things for cute boys.” She shrugged and you laughed.

“I’m glad he’s seen sense. I did not wanna kick ass for him. Especially a cults.” You sighed.

“Now we need to get the rest of them out. Nancy Drew isn’t doing a very good job. It only took you like five minutes.” Toni joked and you laughed. “What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done for a cute boy, Y/n?” Toni asked you.

“Too many things to count.” You sighed. “Set myself on fire.” You mumbled.

“Nice metaphor.” She replied and you nodded.

“Ooooo. Who do you think you are, John Green?”

“Do me a favour Sweet Pea.” You asked sweetly. “Bite this.” You gave him a piece of glass you found on the floor.

“This school is a joke. I thought this was supposed to be the nice part of Riverdale. We never found glass at Southside High.” Toni complained.

“Yeah. We just found used needles instead.” You replied. “Come on. Lets go see if Fangs is okay.” You said and the three of you stood up.

“Oh. Hold on, there’s Cheryl. I’ll be five minutes.” Toni said quickly before hurrying towards Cheryl.

“Why do we keep doing this to each other?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Doing what?”

“You know what. You know we’re both bad for each other yet we keep coming back to each other.”

“Can’t you tell that I’m crass?” You said with a smirk.

“Yeah. Can’t you tell I’m wired?” He replied in the same tone and you laughed. “This isn’t gonna last is it?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Like we didn’t know that when we started this.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Cute motto.” You complimented him and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Bite me.”

“Thats mine.” You warned. “Am I coming round yours tonight?” You whispered and nodded.

“Yeah. Usual time, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” Toni joined you again interrupting your conversation and you walked out of the cafeteria, beginning your search for Fangs.

“What are you doing tonight Sweet Pea?” Toni asked.

“Probably watching more My Strange Addiction.” He shrugged and looked at you again, this time sadder than before.

“Are you addicted to something?” Toni asked in a teasing way.

“Something like that.”

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ohtheseboysilove · 5 years

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The sunflower always finds its sunlight I [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 2, 400 (the next chapters are longer!)

Warnings : Slowburn!fic, language, sad shit, angst (but who is surprise?)

Summary : Roger likes Reader since forever but the timing seems to just never be right for them. Reader is still haunted by her past relationship and kept rejecting Roger who know nothing about the abuses she had been victim of. After being rejected for the sixth time, Roger thinks it’s time for him to move on…

Note : Yes it’s lme again ! With more angst because i can only write angsty story bruuuh! So here is my latest baby and I had think about writing it since months so I’m happy to finally show it to you lovies ! The story covered a period of eight years during the first two chapters which are essentially flash-backs then it’s go back to the present and it’s definitively a slow burn!fic.

Hope you’ready for heartbroken!Roger because he is gonna suffer, im telling you (Reader too ofc!!!)

Also very important : This story is going to talk about very sensitive topics like eating disorders, physical, sexual and emotional abuses so if you don’t feel comfortable about any of them, please don’t read my story. I will put it in the Warnings section when the chapters will abord theses topics.

☀ Masterlist ☀

Roger gulped the rest of his neat whisky, wiping furiously his teary eyes. He knew catching feeling was the worst idea possible but he didn’t decide to, it just happened. And now he was regretting to finally experienced a heartbroken. It sucked. The girl he had been stupidly in love for years had reject him not once, not twice or even three times but six painfully times. And he perfectly remembered each of these times even if the first no you said to him had happen almost eight years ago, the night when you met each other.

You were just eighteen, the little newbie in the city of London, here for your studies when you met Freddie at the Kensington market. He guessed right away that you weren’t from here and after hours of talking, he invited you to come with him at a gig his friends had during the evening. Of course you said yes, it was your first night out after two weeks in London, you were excited.

Don’t Forget to Smile! was a great band, good music and powerful energy, you spent a fantastic night with Fred and his not-yet girlfriend Mary. He introduced you to the band and all of you had a beer in one of the crappy booth from the pub, Tim, Brian and Roger were as nice as Freddie so you did enjoy your evening.

Freddie told you the drummer was a real flirt, no meaning any harm but it just couldn’t resist to do does-eyes to every pretty girl in the pub, including you.

“How a sweet little thing like you could be single ?” You smiled to Roger, flattered to be pretty enough for the blond to use his charm on you.

“Well, introduce me to a cute guy and maybe it could fix the issue” You sassed back with a grin, earning few laughs from the table.

“You got one right in front of you, love” The blond winked at you, his round eyes checking you out without a once of shame.

“You’re right Roger” You nodded and gave him your most charming smile before turning to Brian. “Want to have a drink with me Bri ?” Everyone laughed excepted Roger who rolled his eyes, pouting like a kid.

“If I wasn’t with my fantastic girlfriend, I would certainly say yes (Y/N)” The guitarist joked back and gave your hand a kiss like a perfect gentleman.

“I understand Brian” You sighed deeply then turned toward Tim. “Maybe I had a chance with another cutie like you ?” The singer blushed and took a sip of his beer to hide his flustered state. You were a pretty girl and he wasn’t blind.

“Tim forget that, (Y/N), you should go on a date with me. The girls always have a good time with me” The drummer stood up and came sit next to you, arm throwing around your shoulders, cocky and confident smile on his features. “What do you say ? Want to go out with me ?” One of his hand ended up on your knee, squeezing it gently.

“Nice try but no thanks Rog” You giggled as you shook your head, pushing him away. “And if you want an advice, next time you ask a girl out, don’t leered in another girl neckline in same time” You grinned and glanced at the girl sat at the bar, cheeks flushed by Roger’s not-so-discrete glares.

All the table let a Oooow out, teasing the blond about it.

“I wasn’t– Okay I was looking at this girl but she’s hot and, this one, she is interested in me so I guess I’m gonna talk to her” He finished his drink and lowered his head to your ear, murmuring words that at the moment weren’t serious, not knowing that years later, he would still think about it. “I saw how you look at me, even if it take me ten years, I’m gonna kiss these pretty lips of yours and made sweet love to you, beautiful girl” Your eyes were wide-opened at the audacity of the man but chuckled anyway, watched him with an amusing smile walking to the redhead girl.

Roger waved to the bartender for another whisky, a double one as all these memories were coming back, roughly hitting him in the face. The first time had been a joke but the second time was more serious but completely useless as he totally misread the situation purely and simply.

During the next six months, you became of good friend of the band, hanging with them most of your free time and Roger found himself growing attached to you. Not in a romantically way but friendlily speaking. You were one of the first girl he was only friend with, without wanting something more. Well, of course if you decided suddenly you wanted to have a wild and hot session of sex with him, he wouldn’t say no, you were too pretty for that but, it was rather nice to have you as a friend, he found you funny and real cool to hang around. He kept flirting with you but lightly, more like a joke than anything until one day he heard you chatting with Fred.

“I don’t think he feel the same about me...” You complained with a whining voice. “I mean did you see him ? He is really popular with girls, why he would waste his time with me ? It won’t happen”

“Don’t be silly darling, this man is always ogling you, I know he have a thing for you” Replied the dark-haired man in a scold. “I can feel the tension between the two of you when you are around each other. You need to do something about it”

Roger smirked at his friend’s words, he wasn’t wrong about the sexual tension, the blond felt it too. He cleared loudly his throat to announce his arrival and entered the flat he was sharing with Freddie.

“Roger, darling ! The man (Y/N) wanted to see” You made big eyes to your friend, silently scolding him. “I have some stuffs to do so I let you talk” He winked and disappeared of the flat, leaving you nervously fidgeting your fingers.

“How ya doing love ?” He gave you the most flirty smile he had in stock as you blushed, tucking your hairs behind your hairs. “What do you want to talk about ?” He sat on the sofa and tapped the empty space next to him.

“Well, hum...I wanted to ask you something Rog” The drummer smiled wider as you sat, finding incredibly cute how crimson you were becoming. The thought of dating you gently germed in his brain, he could eventually give it a try. “Do you think your friend Donovan would be interest to go on a date with me ?” You quickly gabbled with a shy smile.

Roger found himself silent at your demand. Donovan ? You were talking about Donovan during you and Freddie’s conversation ? He felt incredibly stupid.

“I...hum, I don’t know, never think about it” He stuttered with pink cheeks, he never thought you were into his and Brian’ school friend, Donovan. How did he miss that ?

“Oh. I got it, it’s okay Rog, I prefer honesty you know” You replied sadly, persuaded that he didn’t know how to told you his friend didn’t like you back. Roger looked at you, completely stupefied that you could even think someone wouldn’t be into you, what a joke. “That’s fine, really. He is way out of my league anyway” You chuckled but interiorly you wanted to cry.

“No, no, no ! I think you have your chance (Y/N)” The blond caught your hand and gently pressed it. Maybe it was for the best if you stayed friends, Roger wasn’t the best in relationship and he didn’t want to lose you. “I’m sorry you thought the contrary, I...I thought you were about to ask me out” He confessed with a little smile, earning a surprised gasp from you.

“Oh! Oh! Roger I’m sorry–“

“(Y/N), it’s more than fine, okay ? I just acted a bit too confident, I learned a lesson today, love” He winked and tousled teasingly your hairs. “I think you should ask out Donovan, he will say yes. I have no doubt, he is not stupid to say no to an amazing girl like you” You blushed furiously at his words and thanked him with a happy smile.

If Roger knew you would date his...friend, he was a bit too jealous now to call him a friend, for four long years, maybe he wouldn’t have encouraging you. And after what Donovan did to you, you wished he hadn’t but none of you could have guessed what would happen. The blond was more than fine about you and his friend dating at the beginning but as months flew by, he found himself being a bit envious of Donovan. When he kissed you sweetly at you entered the pub or how happily you squealed when you announced to everyone that you were moving in together. It was some little things who made him thought how badly he wanted to be the one who make you so happy. But it wasn’t him and Roger was your friend so he kept his mouth shut and simply continued his life. The band had now Freddie as lead singer and John Deacon as bass player, touring and becoming more and more popular as years went by. Thankfully you and the boys remained close, everything was great until Donovan get a promotion for a job in New-York. Roger completely freaked out to see you move away from him, it was selfish but he couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you anymore. It surprised everyone but you didn’t follow Donovan, you and him broke up and you stayed in London, Roger felt horrible but it couldn’t control how happy it had make him. You, in the other hand, was more than relieved that Donovan was now your ex-boyfriend, after years of suffering in silence, you were finally free of him. Everyone thought you were heartbroken because he left but the truth was you were broken because of all the awful things he did to you and no one never knew. You never told anyone, too ashamed to speak. That the event which leaded us to the third time Roger tried to ask you out.

Roger was nervous to see you again after touring for five months, he remembered how sad and broken you had been after your and Donovan’s break up but he was decided to make you smile again. He was dying to ask you out, feeling ready to commit himself to someone but only if that someone was you, he had a lot of fun during all these years but you had always occupied a little place in his thoughts, his feeling growing with the years. And now you were single again, he wasn’t a horny dog to jump on your bones as soon as you were free, he showed up at your place, with the firm intention to tell you he wanted to be with you, around a bit more than a year after your break-up with Donovan. You and Roger had been so close lately, he thought you were feeling like him. He was wrong.

“Hi (Y/N)” He said almost timidly as you opened your flat’s door, wearing your favourite pair of pyjama. You watched him surprised as he gave you the sunflower he had in his hand, a sweet smile in his face. Your forever favourite flower, how cute.

“Roger, what are you doing here ?” You asked as your fingers gently ran on the flower, you had almost forget how happy this simple gesture used to make you happy.

“I...I need to tell you something” You gazed back to him, his cheeks flushing lightly. You had no idea what all of this was about but it felt weird to see Roger so timid and awkward. “I like you (Y/N), a lot. I think you’re the prettiest, most marvellous girl I ever met and I think–“

“Rog...” You murmured with a sad grimace, the blond stopped talking as soon as he caught the look on your face, shame waving on him. You weren’t feeling the same.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I thought, after these past months, that you and me were on the same page but I guess I was wrong” He scratched his neck, cheeks crimson at the rejection.

“Roger I swear, it’s not about you, okay ? We did grow closer these past months but... I don’t want to date anyone for now. I’m not ready and honestly I have no idea when I will be, Rog” You explained with a little voice, feeling stupid to be still emotionally broken by your asshole of ex-boyfriend.

The drummer felt his heart melted at your state, he could see the sadness in your eyes, proving that you weren’t lying. You weren’t ready yet for anything new, of course he understood that.

“I asked you too soon, didn’t I ?” You nodded shyly and wiped away the single tear which escaped your glassy eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought...I mean you looked better than the first months so I gave it a chance. My mistake. But I guess you were too in love to forget him in only a year” The drummer tried to light up the atmosphere and you didn’t say anything about the fact that you weren’t in love anymore months before the break-up, you weren’t ready to tell anyone about this story.

“You have nothing to apologise for Rog. I hope we can still be friend even if I said no” You smiled sweetly and felt relieve when he smiled back, he wasn’t mad at you.

“Of course, love. You only rejected me three times, I have few more tricks in my sleeve” He winked playfully and both of you chuckled.

“Want to come in and watch a movie with me ? I got some leftover pizza” Roger nodded eagerly and followed you inside, both of you spending the evening cuddling on the sofa but nothing more happened that night.

“I think you had enough drinks tonight, buddy. Time to go home” The drummer glared angrily at the bartender but his head was spinning a bit so it was probably for the best.

He still drank the rest of his whisky and slowly made his way out before waving a taxi to go home. He fell asleep in the cab but once he was at home, he was decided to think about the three other times you had reject him. He needed to understand where it went wrong if he wanted a proper chance to move on.

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gryffindorcls · 5 years

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Please Tell Me I’m Awake Right Now

(Part 1)

It had been exactly 1 month, 3 weeks, 5 days, 8 hours, and 17 minutes since Marinette Dupain-Cheng accidentally found out that Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste. Approximately 10 seconds after that moment, Adrien Agreste discovered that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was Ladybug. (Not that Marinette was keeping track or anything.)

No one was at fault. The Big Reveal ™ was nothing but a case of unfortunate timing. There were no declarations of love, no tears, and no screaming. It had simply been two teenagers standing in a hallway stunned silent after both their Miraculous ran out time.

There was an uneasiness between the pair immediately following the reveal. However, thanks to a few pep-talks from Tikki, Marinette gathered the courage to start a dialogue with Adrien. After a few stuttered words and awkwardly formed sentences, Marinette was finally able to invite him over for dinner.

Throughout the following weeks, Adrien had spent more and more time at her home. Her embarrassing stutter lessened as she realized that she had been holding Adrien to an impossible standard of perfection. She soon discovered that, in reality, he was (for lack of a better word) a dork.

Watching Chat and Adrien’s personalities bleed into one incredible human being had been an amazing experience. He and Marinette spent time playing video games, watching movies, and telling stories. Marinette even convinced Adrien to learn how to make cookies. He had nearly burned down the kitchen three times, and his cookies were more like rocks than actual food. Nonetheless, it was still one of the best days of Marinette’s life.

Their friendship as civilians made their bond as partners stronger when fighting against Hawkmoth’s akumas. They were unstoppable. Marinette suddenly felt as if any obstacle could be overcome as long as she and Adrien tackled it together. It was perfect...well...almost perfect.

Despite their newfound friendship, there was still a rather large elephant in the room: Marinette’s unspoken crush. It’s not that Marinette liked Adrien any less than she did before. No, if anything, she had fallen head over heels for her amazing partner. Seeing Adrien for all that he was made her long to be with him even more.

The thought of not having him in her life now felt unfathomable. He completed her. Something was missing from her life when he wasn’t around. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she would do anything to see Adrien happy.

Gone were the days that she fawned over her picture shrine of Adrien. All of those images had been tastefully replaced with photos that were taken of them together. She no longer had a copy of his schedule hanging from her ceiling. Instead, they communicated regularly, and he always told her where he was going to be.

Her feelings now are so much bigger than the crush she had before. It was real and big and scary.

Yesterday had been the last day of school. To celebrate, Adrien came over to Marinette’s house to hang out and eat pizza.

Adrien (being the affection-starved boy she discovered he was) fell asleep on her shoulder while watching a movie after dinner. As the movie progressed, he snuggled closer and closer to Marinette. It wasn’t uncommon for Adrien to cuddle with her when he fell asleep, and it was even more commonplace for Marinette to absentmindedly run her fingers through his soft, golden locks.

While last night was no different than the now countless times Adrien had been over to her house, Marinette’s mind began to wander. She pondered on how normal and right everything felt. She realized that if she could just find the courage, she and Adrien could have so much more together.

She realized that there was no way that Adrien didn’t have some sort of feelings for her. There he was, cuddled against her side in a peaceful slumber. She thought at that moment how much he must trust her.

Before the reveal, he had declared his love for Ladybug on multiple occasions. Now that they knew each other’s identities, his flirting and teasing were still there, but it was laced with shy laughs and loving glances.

As the night had come to a close, Adrien woke up and sadly said goodbye to Marinette. He apologized for not being able to see her the next day due to the multiple photo shoots and the “insufferable, stuffy party” that he was required to attend.

As he hugged her at the door, he lingered and told Marinette that he needed an extra dose of her warmth to get him through his busy schedule the next day. It was then that Marinette became almost one hundred percent sure that Adrien had to like her as more than a friend. She spent the rest of the night and all of the next day attempting to figure out what to do with her revelation.

***

It was now 11:00 at night. Marinette was no closer to figuring out what to do. She didn’t think she was wrong. Well, she really, REALLY hoped that she wasn’t wrong. If anything, she prayed that it wasn’t just her own wishful thinking.

“What’s the worst that could happen if I am wrong,” Marinette thought, “Oh yeah, Adrien will hate me, and he’ll never want to see me again. It’ll be too awkward to speak to him, and that will mess up our relationship as Ladybug and Chat Noir, and then Hawkmoth will win, and then Paris will burn, and then…”

“Hey, Marinette,” Tikki (thankfully) interrupted her spiraling thoughts, “you seem to have a lot on your mind today. Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”

Marinette stared blankly at her Kwami. Tikki had been there during her obsessive phase with Adrien. She wondered what Tikki would think of Adrien potentially liking her. Would the little being shake her head and smile? Would she be supportive?

Marinette decided to rip it off like a band-aid. Otherwise, she wasn’t going to get a good night’s sleep again.

“Do you think Adrien likes me?” Marinette asked.

“Of course he likes you, Marinette! You’re friends and partners,” Tikki replied enthusiastically.

“No, Tikki,” Marinette stared at the Kwami, “you know what I mean.”

“Oh.”

“Just, oh?”

“Marinette, I thought you told me that you wanted to try being friends with Adrien after you both found out each other’s identities. You’ve been doing so well. You haven’t stuttered in weeks, and you both look so happy,” Tikki had a glint in her eye as she spoke with her chosen.

Marinette sighed. “But...have you seen the way he looks at me sometimes? And last night he hugged me for a really long time. Also, we seem to cuddle a lot.”

“Do you want him to like you as more than a friend?” Tikki queried.

“Yes,” Marinette replied without hesitation.

Tikki posed a second question. “Do you still like him?”

Marinette gathered her thoughts before speaking. “Honestly, I like him even more now. I always thought Chat was incredible, and Adrien is well...Adrien. Now that I know they’re the same person, my heart feels...what’s the word….full? It feels like I’ve finally completed this puzzle that couldn’t be solved until now because I didn’t have all the pieces. Does that make sense?”

“Oh, Marinette!” Tikki clapped her paws together in delight, “I knew it would all come to you one day! I’m so happy for you!”

“Wait, what?” Marinette turned her head to the side.

“I learned a long time ago that meddling in the relationships between a Ladybug and her Chat Noir was never helpful. I will always be here to offer encouragement, but you really needed to figure this all out on your own. Trust me it’s better this way,” Tikki explained.

“So,” Marinette began tentatively, “Do you think he might like me?”

Tikki giggled. “Marinette, he loves you. I’ve heard from Plagg that he’s always admired Marinette even though he was in love with Ladybug. Apparently, it wasn’t hard for him to start loving both sides of the mask. Plagg keeps complaining about Adrien’s tendency to be a bit of a hopeless romantic, but I think he secretly likes it. I know that Plagg is glad that his charge is finally happy. He cares in his own way.”

“Really?” Marinette questioned wistfully. Hearing Tikki’s confirmation made her insides melt. She could feel warm, happy tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes.

Tikki laughed again. “Yes, really!”

Marinette’s hands rushed to her cheeks and she spun in place. Her smile was so wide that it was beginning to hurt her face, but she didn’t care. She eventually flopped down on her chaise and clutched her hands to her chest.

“So,” Tikki began again, “what’s your plan, Marinette?”

Marinette didn’t need to think about her next course of action.

“I need to go see him...now,” she responded.

“Well, I’m ready whenever you’re ready to go,” Tikki said beaming at her charge.

Marinette looked at the clock. It was now 11:30, and she knew that Adrien had most likely just gotten home. It was now or never. She was doing this.

“Tikki, SPOTS ON!”

***

Marinette lept over the rooftops at top speed. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears. A confusing mix of nervousness and excitement churned in her stomach.

Upon reaching the Agreste mansion, she momentarily stopped before making her presence known. Inside the room, Adrien was sprawled out face down on his bed with one of his legs dangling off the side. He still had on his dress shirt and suit pants. His left shoe was still on his foot, and his navy blue tie was balled up in one of his hands. Plagg was flitting around his charge gesticulating wildly, and Adrien sporadically flopped his arms in what looked like a response to his Kwami’s pestering.

Marinette took a deep breath and knocked on the window. Adrien immediately turned over and sat up. As his eyes met hers a bright smile enveloped his face. He bounded across the room, opened the window, and pulled Marinette into a tight hug.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, “I didn’t think I was going to get to see you today.”

Marinette returned the hug. “Well, hello to you, too, Adrien!”

After a few moments, Adrien finally let her go. He held both of her hands in his, and he gently bit his lower lip.

Marinette broke the silence. “Would it be okay if I came in and sat down for a bit?”

Adrien’s eyes widened in worry. “I’m so sorry. Where are my manners? Of course, you can come in and sit down! You’re not hurt, are you? You’re okay, right? Please tell me you’re okay?”

“No, Adrien, stop. It’s okay,” she reassured him, “I’m fine. I’m okay. Nothing is wrong. I just need to talk to you about something, but I wanted to make sure that you were up to having company first. I know you must be tired.”

“Oh,” he said. His expression calmed slightly, but a hint of worry still lingered behind his eyes. “You need to talk to me about something?”

“Adrien it’s not a bad thing. Please don’t worry,” Marinette looked down and started to panic internally, “I’m so sorry. I don’t want to worry you. You’re probably tired. It’s not a big deal...well...no it is a big deal, but it’s not bad. Sorry...I...sorry. I just...I should just go. We can talk about it another time. I should let you sleep. Sorry.”

Marinette turned to leave, and Adrien gently grabbed her wrist.

“No, please don’t go,” he pleaded, “Seeing you is the best part of my day. Please stay.”

Marinette saw the sincerity in his eyes and whispered, “Okay.”

“Please, come in.” Adrien gestured towards the couch.

Marinette dropped her transformation and watched Tikki flit away. Before disappearing with Plagg, the red Kwami offered her an encouraging smile and nod.

Marinette made her way to the couch and sat several seats away from Adrien.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “you--uhm--you wanted to talk to me about something?”

“Yes!” Marinette said a little too loudly before correcting her volume, “Yes, I wanted to talk to you...about...uhm…”

Marinette’s voice trailed off and she swallowed hard. She felt her breathing become shallow, and she fiddled with her hands in her lap.

“Marinette,” Adrien said softly while scooching closer to her on the couch, “are you sure you’re okay?”

Concern flooded his features once again. Marinette knew that she had to just say it. She couldn’t let him worry any longer.

Marinette looked up and met his eyes with determination. She slid closer to him and took his hands in hers.

“Adrien,” she said with confidence, “I’m in love with you.”

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kpopwords · 5 years

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Secret Notes - Hwang Hyunjin fic

Genre: fluff, light angst, university au.

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: Well. It was supposed to be a secret admirer au. And a mini fic. Neither of those things really happened the way they were meant to, as it became 4k words of college shenanigans and Hyunjin being lowkey heart eyes & highkey jealous af.

“Another one, huh? How has no one seen who's been leaving these?” Your roommate, Eunha, asked as you bent to pick up the small envelope on the floor. For weeks now someone had been writing you little notes and shoving them under your door, and all the other people on your floor either hadn't seen who was doing it, or they weren't talking.

“I have no idea. They must be sneaky,” you shrugged, sitting down on your bed to open the newest letter. It was carefully penned in the same pretty purple ink as usual, and just looking at the neat scrawl made your heart twist.

‘You look really cute today. I don't know who you're looking so good for in a 10am psych lecture, but they sure are lucky! Just don't forget to eat lunch, you should really stop hiding in the library so much’

“It’s infuriating, I don't know how you can just live with not knowing,” Eunha groaned as she read over your shoulder and then fell back onto your bed. “It has to be one of the boys from the second floor, they're the only ones we talk to enough that they'd know your schedule.”

“Okay, but maybe they don't want me to know,” you reasoned, carefully tucking the note back into the envelope. “And maybe I don't want to know.”

She gave you an unimpressed look. “You just want it to be Hyunjin.”

You kept quiet, knowing she was right. All the boys from the second floor were cute and funny, but there was just something special about Hyunjin. He was just so distracting, the way his bright smiles couldn't hide the plumpness of his lips, the way his eyes shined when he let out his bell-like laugh. You were enamored to the say the least, despite telling yourself at the start of the semester that you went to college to get an education, not get involved with boys.

“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?” Eunha snorted, rolling off your bed. “I would die of laughter if it was Felix or someone instead, just because of how smitten you are.”

“Rude,” you gasped, throwing one of your pillows at her. “Felix doesn’t have that good of a grasp at writing neatly in Hangul yet, you jerk.”

“Maybe he’s been practicing just for you.” She screeched in laughter as you jumped off your bed with another pillow, and then notes were soon forgotten as you attacked each other.

~~~~~

Friday after class found you practically dragging yourself back to the dorm, your brain hurting after a full day of classes. While it was nice to sleep in, your 4-6 lecture was possibly the worst idea you’d ever had, especially since most of your friends were on their weekend by 2pm. You entered the building and made for the stairs, anticipating your welcoming bed, when you hit the second floor landing and were promptly yelled at.

“Yah, earth to Y/N!”

Looking down the hall, you saw Jisung leaning out of his door waving at you. “Hey, what’s up Sungie?”

“Movie night in the Seungjin room, you down? Felix and Eunha are already there, but no one could get a hold of you.” He stepped further into the hall and offered you a sweet smile, and you internally groaned. How had you and your roommate managed to become friends with the cutest boys in the building?

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded, the pointed up the stairs. “Can I put my stuff up first?”

Jisung let out a small laugh, nodding. “Of course, I just wanted to make sure I caught you. Get changed too, it’s snuggle time!” He cheered, gripping the side of his flannel pants and waving the fabric slightly for emphasis.

You grinned, shaking your head. “You got it, give me a couple minutes.”

Waving to each other, you both parted ways, you going back to the stairs while Jisung was probably headed to Hyunjin and Seungmin’s room. When you got to your room you immediately dumped your backpack, heading to the closet to put together comfortable yet not embarrassing pajamas.

College was weird, to say the least. You’d never had issues making friends, but you’d also never had friendships that involved as much skinship as you did here. Your roommate and the boys had no issues with hugs and cuddles, and Jisung was very fond of cheek kisses. He had teased you endlessly the first couple weeks after meeting him, cooing over your reddening cheeks, but you had grown used to his affection.

After pulling on some soft pants and an oversized sweater, you locked your door and made your way back to the second floor. The boys always insisted you didn’t have to knock, but you did anyway, trying not to smile too hard when the door opened to reveal Hyunjin.

“Hey! Come in, why’d you even knock?” He asked as always, pulling you in for a quick hug before letting you into the room. You tried to ignore the heat in your cheeks as you stepped inside. Jisung was sprawled across Hyunjin’s bed, Eunha on the floor with Felix’s head in her lap, playing with his hair, and Seungmin sat on the edge of his own bed spinning the TV remote in his hands.

“I’m being polite, Jinnie,” you insisted as you debated where to sit. Hyunjin pushed past you to jump on top of Jisung, making you both disappointed and relieved there was no space left. Seungmin seemed to notice your apprehension, patting the space beside him as he started the movie.

“You can sit here, Y/N,” he offered, “even if you totally ignored me waving at you yesterday when you left your psych lecture.” Something about his words sounded familiar, and you remembered the note when you noticed Eunha giving you a look out of the corner of your eye.

“I can’t believe you expect me to have brain function after psych, Minnie,” you accused as you took your place on his bed, scooting up to lean on the headboard.

“She’s got a point,” Felix agreed from the floor, getting a pillow to the face for his trouble.

“Could’ve fooled me, you always look so put together.” Seungmin shrugged as he tossed the remote and leaned back as well, arm brushing up against yours. Eunha’s eyebrows were nearly to her hairline at this point, but you ignored her. It was just a coincidence.

Everyone settled down as the movie started, and it was nice to just relax after a long week of classes. It was one of those sappy, feel good movies, probably courtesy of Felix, and the soundtrack was quickly making you far more tired than you already were.

You swore you only closed your eyes for a second, but suddenly someone was shaking you, and you opened your eyes to notice you were half laying on Seungmin, an arm curled around his and your head on his shoulder. You jumped back and heard laughter behind you, but Seungmin just gave you a kind smile.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to sleep here,” he explained, leaning back to give you more space. He was right, you weren’t fond of sleeping in other people’s rooms, but as you turned you saw Jisung and Hyunjin still laughing on Hyunjin’s bed, Felix giggling behind his hand.

“You’re so cute, Y/N, always so shy about skinship,” Jisung teased. You got up from Seungmin’s bed, making your way over and flicking Jisung on the forehead.

“So mean,” you whined playfully as he pouted at you. “I should head up, though, if I’ve already passed out once.”

“I’ll come too, let the boys have their sleepover,” your roommate agreed, ignoring Felix’s protests as she got up. The boys chorused their goodbyes, but in retaliation for the teasing, you snatched up a sweatshirt on your way out, Eunha laughing as you pulled it on while walking back to your room.

The next morning you woke up to another envelope on the floor in front of your door, and you stared at it for a few moments before your roommate noticed. Screeching, she jumped up and grabbed it, shoving the paper into your hands.

“Open it, open it! I'm sure it'll have a hint this time!” She insisted. You were inclined to agree, though you weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. On one hand, you'd probably die of happiness if it was actually Hyunjin, but if it wasn’t…

“Come on, you're killing me here,” Eunha whined, shaking your shoulders slightly. Deciding to rip the bandaid off, you opened the envelope and pulled out the note, beginning to frown as you read it.

‘You look so adorable when you're sleeping. Don't go falling asleep just anywhere though, you can't trust other boys like you can us. And give Jisung back his sweatshirt, he knows you took it’

“Um.” You said blankly. “Well, it's not Jisung?”

“I hate to say it, but it sounds like it's Seungmin,” she frowned down at the paper. “That's… I'm sorry Y/N, I know-”

“No, its okay,” you insisted, folding the paper up and putting it back into its envelope. “Life wouldn't be life if we got everything we wanted. And Seungmin is… nice.”

“How about this?” She said loudly, climbing onto your bed and grabbing your hands in hers. “Flirt with him a little, see what happens. Maybe it's not him? We all saw you asleep.”

“That's a horrible idea,” you frowned. Just the thought of flirting with Hyunjin's roommate when he was the one you liked was unfathomable to you.

“Consider this, though: either it's Seungmin, and he returns your advances, or it's Hyunjin and he gets jealous. It's a win/win.”

It sounded stupid, and the perfect way to break both yours and Seungmin's hearts, but in a way she was right. You didn't have to really flirt with him, just spend a little more time beside him rather than Hyunjin. That would work, wouldn't it?

~~~~~

When you ran into the boys next, they were playing video games in the common room, Hyunjin and Jisung both yelling at the TV as the other two egged them on. Felix noticed you both first, waving you over to join them, which you did easily. As you approached Hyunjin looked up, offering a smile.

“Hey guys!” He greeted, moving over on the couch. Normally you'd take the seat beside him, and apparently everyone else had noticed that as well, considering the questioning looks you got when you sat beside Seungmin on the other sofa instead.

“Well hello, did the banshees draw you in?” Seungmin asked, the only one seemingly not surprised by your choice.

“More like siren calls, we just feel compelled to follow the shouting for some reason,” Eunha answered for you, taking the seat beside Hyunjin. The boy in question moved a bit more to give her a little more space, and she pretended to be affronted as she swung an arm over his shoulder. “I'm sorry, are you upset I stole Y/N' s usual spot?”

“Just making space for your fat ass,” he teased back, dropping the controller as he anticipated her leaping on top of him.

“I don't know why you guys say things like this to each other, you know it's just gonna end in pain,” Felix sighed, ducking his head just in time as one of Hyunjin's arms swung around.

“They just crave physical attention,” Seungmin answered smartly. Then he leaned closer to you, grinning conspiratorially. “They don't understand personal space like we do.”

“I'm glad at least you're on my side,” you told him, grinning back when he offered his hand up for a fist bump.

“Why don't you love us, Y/N?” Jisung whined, ignoring the now dropped game in favor of leaning over the arm of the couch and pouting at you. “Cuddle me!”

“Too late, her arms are full already.”

Suddenly Seungmin was sprawled across your lap, grinning cruelly as Jisung began to whine louder. Felix rolled his eyes at you both, while your roommate and Hyunjin finally stopped bickering.

“Wow, replaced just like that,” Hyunjin said in mock offense. “To what does Seungmin owe the honor of stealing my place in your heart?”

Your mouth felt dry, as you couldn't tell if he was teasing or not, since the boys were always just… like this. “You form a special bond when you sleep with someone, y'know,” you joked back. To your dismay, Hyunjin just snorted in response, while Seungmin began laughing wildly. Neither boy was really acting as though they had a crush on you, and you were just left more confused than ever.

~~~~~

‘You're really coming out of your shell more since we all first met. It's nice. You're clever, and so funny. You have no idea how much I like talking to you.’

~~~~~

“Its fine, we'll figure this out,” Eunha reassured you as you walked back together from your classes. “We have way more information than when this started, we've narrowed it down to two, how hard can it be?”

“Apparently very hard,” you sighed, clutching your books tighter to your chest. “I always thought it'd be obvious if a boy liked you, he'd be more physical and sweet, but they're all like this. Can we even disqualify Jisung and Felix?”

“Welcome to college, I guess,” your roommate shook her head. “It's not one of them, though. Jisung is just… like that, and I've seen Felix get all heart eyes over that upperclassman. We've just gotta… kick it up a notch, I guess.”

Whether for good or bad, the boys happened to be on the lawn in front of the building when you both arrived. Seungmin waved you over immediately, while Jisung took a more direct approach and sprinted over, nearly bowling you over in a hug.

“Y/N, I thought I'd never see you again!” He exclaimed, squeezing you tight.

“We had breakfast together, Sungie,” you rolled your eyes, attempting to lead him toward the group.

“Chan-hyung let him have an energy drink, sorry,” Felix apologized immediately, reaching up to press his fingers into Jisung's waist. Jisung immediately screeched and leapt back, throwing a glare in Felix's direction.

“That explains everything,” you nodded, taking a seat in the grass. “So what's up?”

“Pretending we don't have homework,” Hyunjin shrugged, ignoring the disappointed looks Eunha and Seungmin threw at him. “Oh, hyung is throwing a party this weekend, you interested?”

You pretended to think about it, though really you were trying to find a good response. Maybe this is what Eunha meant by kicking it up a notch. “Are you going, Minnie?”

Hyunjin let out a small laugh of disbelief, and Seungmin stared at you, surprised. “Uh, if you want me to?”

“Of course.”

Both boys suddenly wore blank faces, completely unreadable, until Hyunjin coughed beside you. “Yeah, it'd be good if all of us went,” he said carefully. Eunha nudged your knee with her own, but you had no idea how to read the situation.

“Okay, I'll go,” Seungmin nodded, though he seemed apprehensive. “It's not really my thing, but if you guys want me there.”

“I need someone with me in anti-party solidarity, Minnie,” you told him, making both boys laugh. Still not helpful.

“You don't even wanna go and yet you said yes, that's so nice of you,” Hyunjin said, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “It'll be fun, I promise.”

~~~~~

“Hyunjin was so jealous, and I am so proud of you,” Eunha laughed as you both got ready for the party Saturday night.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled on your nicest button-up shirt. “Don’t be stupid, he was just surprised I was asking Seungmin to go.”

“He was soooo jealous,” she insisted, shaking her head.

“Yeah, well, Seungmin was surprised I asked, so we’re back to square one.”

Eunha sighed, turning to look at you. “Well tonight is perfect. We all drink a little, loosen up a bit, and-”

Just then, another envelope was shoved under the door. Eunha immediately ran to it, then past it, trying to yank the door open before remembering it was locked. By the time she pulled it open and looked down the hall, it must have been empty, as she threw her head back and yelled “why do we live by the stairs?!”

“That was awful brave, since they all know we’re in right now,” you muttered, picking up the envelope. You pulled out the paper carefully, wondering what was so important that they had to leave it right away.

‘I’m glad we’re all going out tonight. It’ll be good for all of us to do something different, something out of our comfort zone. I kind of want to confess tonight, but I get the feeling you don’t feel the same way I do. I guess we’ll see how this goes, right? Whatever happens, though, please don’t wear your leather jacket. My heart might explode.’

“Something out of our comfort zone sounds like Seungmin,” Eunha sighed, shaking her head. “Well. Wear the jacket.”

You laughed aloud, going back to your closet. “You got it, boss. Ready to meet up with them?”

“I was born ready,” she nodded, putting her keys in her pocket as you both headed to the door. Taking the stairs quickly, you both headed to the lobby, Jisung whistling lowly as you approached.

“Woooow, lookin’ good Y/N! I totally forgot you owned that!” He told you, coming up to sling an arm over your shoulder. With him pressed against you it was impossible to see Seungmin and Hyunjin's reactions, but you thought it might be better that way. “Let’s go guys!”

The apartment was only a couple blocks off campus within perfect walking distance, so you all made your way down the road, following a couple other groups that were probably also headed to parties. It wasn't long before you'd arrived, the party already in full swing.

It wasn't like you'd pictured, however. There was music playing from a stereo in the corner, but it wasn't too horribly loud, and though there was a small crowd dancing in the living room, most of the people were stood chatting with drinks in their hands. It was actually kind of nice, far better than you'd been expecting.

“I told you it wouldn't be bad. C'mon, let's get a drink.” Hyunjin put a hand on your back and led you all to the kitchen, where you were surprised to see exclusively canned beer and shot sized bottles of various liquor. “Chan hyung likes everything to be single serve so he doesn't have to watch it.”

“That's really smart,” you nodded, impressed, as Hyunjin made his way to the cooler. You weren't exactly interested in beer, but he came back with two brightly colored cans, piquing your curiosity.

“Cider. Tastes way better than beer, I’m man enough to admit that,” he joked, popping the tab on one and handing it to you. When you took a sip it actually tasted quite pleasant, the bitterness of the alcohol near undetectable behind the taste of strawberry. “Good, right?”

“Yeah, thank you,” you told him, taking another sip. He smiled at you fondly, then turned to introduce you to some of his friends. Jisung soon joined, and they all talked quickly, clearly having known each other for a while. After a bit you excused yourself to find Eunha, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the conversation and how quickly they were drinking.

Stepping back into the living room, your roommate appeared nowhere to be seen, but Seungmin was sitting on the couch to the side, waving to someone leaving. You made your way over and he greeted you warmly, moving over to give you room to sit.

“Jinnie's other friends are loud, right?” He laughed, taking a small drink from the plastic cup in his hand.

“Yeah, just a little. Very chatty, too.”

“That's why I don't come out much,” he leaned closer to admit quietly to you, bringing his free hand up to rub the back of his neck. “They get really into it really quick, it's so hard to keep up. Good guys though.”

You nodded a little, looking down at your drink. It wasn't awkward necessarily, but there was definitely something different in the atmosphere between the both of you.

Seungmin seemed to notice and scooted a bit closer on the couch, putting a hand on your arm. “You okay?”

Taking a deep breath, you turned back to him. “It's you, isn't it?”

He frowned slightly. “What's me?”

“Leaving the letters under my door,” you said carefully, watching for his reaction. Aside from his eyes widening slightly, his expression didn't change. “They're cute, the little notes. Very sweet. I didn't realize-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, shaking his head. “I didn't write them. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“It wasn't you?”

Seungmin laughed then, head thrown back. “No, oh god no. And please do not tell him you thought it was me, I'd end up dead in a ditch.” Tilting his head toward the kitchen, you turned to see Hyunjin staring at the two of you, lips pursed in a frown. When he noticed you looking back, he set down his drink and started making his way over. “Seriously, don't tell him, he already thinks you have a crush on me.”

You whipped your head back around, affronted. “I do not!”

He laughed again, nodding. “I know. We all been knew, except that idiot.”

“Hey, what's up over here?” Hyunjin asked when he finally stood in front of the sofa, looking directly at Seungmin. Though Seungmin had confirmed what you hoped all along, and Hyunjin was acting blatantly jealous, you suddenly felt awkward.

“Oh you know, just telling Y/N a funny story,” Seungmin answered, shrugging.

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes at his friend. “Can't have been that funny.”

Bursting into laughter again, Seungmin stood up from the couch, gesturing to the vacant spot. “Alright, you tell her a funnier one then.” With that he took off, still laughing to himself as Hyunjin stared at the empty space.

“You can sit, I don't bite,” you teased, patting the space beside you. He took another moment before sitting down, looking down at his lap instead of you.

“So, Seungmin…” he started, and it took everything in you not to laugh. For all his constant confidence and obvious jealousy, you were a little disappointed you had to say something first.

“He told me you wrote them.”

“He what!?”

You couldn’t help but smile widely, one hand moving to rest on his thigh to stop him, the other coming up to cover your mouth. “It's okay, Jinnie. I- I liked them. They were very sweet.”

Hyunjin stared at you with wide eyes, as if waiting for you to say you were joking. “And yet you've been flirting with Seungmin for weeks.”

“Not-” You paused, because he was kind of right. “Well. It had to be one of you two, and I was trying to figure it out.”

He scoffed, frowning again. “So you decided to try him first?”

“If it helps, I wanted it to be you.”

Jaw dropping slightly, he looked at you carefully, waiting for the joke. When you stayed silent, he moved a hand to cover the one on his thigh, squeezing gently. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, looking down. “I really like you, Hyunjin.”

He squeezed your hand again, bringing the other up to cup your face and tilt your head so you were looking at him. “I think it's obvious by now, but I really like you too Y/N.”

You couldn't help the grin spreading across your face, and you moved a little closer to him. “Could you, maybe, kiss me then? You owe me, for making me think it was Seungmin of all people.”

Hyunjin snorted, rolling his eyes. “You're the idiot who thought it was Seungmin,” he said, but leaned in all the same, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. His hand moved to the back of your neck, tilting you up toward him more, and he dropped your hand to grip your hip, pulling you closer as he pressed more insistently against your mouth.

“About damn time!” Jisung shouted across the room, Felix hollering behind him in excitement. You pressed your face to Hyunjin's shoulder, mortified they saw you, while Hyunjin just laughed.

“Yeah, but I got her! What have you got, asshole!?” He yelled back. It didn't silence them in the slightest, but you felt comforted when his hand moved from your hip to your back, rubbing it gently, his lips brushing over your forehead. “I've got you now, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek. “You've got me now.”

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