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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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Sometimes

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Sometimes, the only remedy for a bad day is Eddie Munson.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, dom!Eddie, brat taming, slight breeding kink, some aftercare, fluff, oral sex, and MORE!

A/N: Hi! I know I owe y’all Virgin!Eddie, among other things, but since I’ve been having a tough time at work (and I know y’all can relate), I thought this is more fitting? It’s just a domestically soft Eddie and comfort filth, lol. I posted the teaser for it last night! Hope y’all enjoy? Much ❤️

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Eddie can see it within your eyes that you are attempting to conceal your negative energies. The thing is, he doesn’t want that. It’s a pact of honesty that you two share, even before you became a couple. Be honest. No more, no less.

Okay, maybe more. Sometimes…

But today you’re not abiding by said pact. No, on this Autumn afternoon in Hawkins, Indiana, you are storming into Eddie’s trailer after your shift ends, and immediately making a beeline for the chilled wine his Uncle Wayne (you adore that man) keeps in stock for you. Eddie approaches with caution, not really out of fear, but respect for your boundaries as a whole individual. He knows when his antics aren’t needed.

Sometimes…

You’re just finishing up brimming your chipped mug full when Eddie enters the cove of the small kitchen. He’s a sinful sight for your sore eyes. Black slacks hang off his hips, chain wallet tucked safely into his back pocket, opposite that bandana peeking out of the other side, a charcoal flannel undone three, maybe four buttons, rolled up at the sleeves, helping to accessorize his tattoos and that chain link bracelet, his signature rings adorning his fingers, and something new. It shines against that slight tuft of chest hair, nestled between his collar bones, drawing attention to your leftover hickies from last night. Frowning, your cup being settled behind you is an echo as you make your way into Eddie’s airspace, immediately invaded by hair gel, cigarettes, cinnamon from his earlier edible baking activities, and that musky cologne scent he has taken to using lately.

You can’t resist, his curiosity causing a glow to shadow his chocolate irises with amusement. He speaks before you. “Yes?”

“What is that?” You’re reaching into his shirt and fondling the jewelry, letting its cool material drape over your fingers.

“Oooh, come home to steal a feel? Am I that cheap to you, sweetheart?”

You stare at him with point blank annoyance, yet a hunger that knows no bounds. Familiar, always like coming home and being held in the softest bed, with the warmest blankets and the fluffiest pillows. Only, Eddie’s chest is your bed, his body heat is your blanket, and those arms usually end up as your pillows. You flick the chain, fingers hovering over his undone top, peering into the fabric and seeking out what he’d never let himself not remember to wear.

“If you’re tryna undress me, just say the word, baby. You know I can put on a good show for you—“

You press a finger to his lips. “Will you shut up, please?”

He growls and nips the skin of your digit, making you raise a brow. “Eddie, where’s your pick? And what is with this?” You shake his new necklace in slight exasperation, emphasizing your need to know.

He catches on, smirking. “Oh, you mean this little ol’ thing?” He adds two of his own fingers next to yours, wiggling the chain off your grasp and jiggling it into his palm.

When you pinch the bridge of your nose, he gives.

“Pawn shop downtown. Remember I was going to see about some newer amps? Just caught my eye, s’ all. Pick is in my room, safe and sound with Sweetheart. She needed the company anyways.” A brief pause. “You sayin’ you don’t like it?”

Your mood is briefly obliterated at his slight anxieties. He’s so cute that your knees feel shaky and weak, butterflies on a slip and slide around your tummy. You hook a finger beneath the silver and tug him forward, nose nudging his own. “Quite the contrary, Munson.”

He hums an appreciative understanding, licking his pearly whites as your noses swipe across the other on the break away. You want to bite him… all over. He’s crashing your horny thoughts, motioning to your forgotten cup. You’re still holding his accessory, eyes wandering to where he’s directing.

“Bad day?” His voice is a comforting rasp, soaked in honey and soothing your every need.

You can only nod, pressing your forehead into your own knuckles, trapping your hand between your face and his chest. You’re mumbling unintelligible snark and becoming anxiety ridden once more. Eddie feels the tension before he sees it, his arms winding around you and beginning to knead at the large knots he finds. It worries him when you still don’t answer. He can’t say he isn’t prone to pushing, because he’s been vocal and without tact when it’s most appropriate.

Sometimes…

“Princess?”

You pull away from the safe confines of his soft tummy, his welcomed arms, and freshly laundered (so he did remember to do the laundry today) flannel, going back to your mug with your back facing your boyfriend. Taking an opening, albeit, brief — Eddie presses his chin over top of your shoulder, his arms sliding around your waist, clasping his fingers together above your navel. The silence of your sips are what you hear for the next few minutes, along with that coo coo clock Wayne had just bought last week at a Yardsale. Eddie, of course, breaks it first. “Honey?”

Leaning forward and out of his hold, you rinse your mug and leave it for a later washing, bypassing Eddie and heading to your shared (you’re here most days) bedroom. He runs a hand through his shaggy curls, following hot on your heel. Your back is facing him when he enters the doorway, fingertips tapping idle beats on the framework. You can feel his doe eyed stare on your back and it only presses the guilt further into your stomach, which is summoning more irritation. Heaving in a deep sigh, you swivel on bare feet, toes curling in the carpet.

“Eddie, what do you want me to tell you? It’s not even that big of a deal, okay?”

“No, Y/N.” Forgoing pet names in favor of your real name, you know you’ve upset him. “Remember what we—“ He motions between the two of you with his hand, before continuing. “agreed on?”

You roll your eyes and that darkness begins to simmer behind his irises. You lick your lips before you can even think twice about the implications the action will cause. He steps forward on worn combat boots, swaying into your space. “So we’re going to act like a fuckin’ brat today, huh?”

“Maybe I will. What are you gonna do about it, Eddie?” It’s a huffing challenge as you attempt to meet his lanky stance, putting emphasis on his name.

“Sweetheart… you’re makin’ it real hard not to bend you over and split your cunt apart on my cock. But you know that, don’t you?” His pupils are dilating, leaving behind specks of maple.

“And if I do?”

Eddie tuts, finger filtering beneath your chin. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re sassing me every time I ask you what’s goin’ on. And while I find your cock thirst endearing, your well being is priority here.”

Inhaling a jagged line of air, you fold onto your mattress. “I know, I know. We agreed to tell each other if shit was wrong.”

Eddie kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his, thumbs rubbing your palms. “Your bullshit day is my bullshit day, baby. Whatever is going on, I want to know about it, yeah?”

“But it’s so stupid, Eds—“

“Hey, look at me, princess.” His tone leaves no room for argument. You do as told and then he’s continuing. “Nothing about you or your life is stupid. If you feel somethin’ then you need to feel it with that whole heart of yours. Then we can worry about shuttin’ off this brain, cause’ she’s always on the run.”

Your eyelids flutter closed as Eddie zones in on you, large hands cupping your cheeks, nose smooshing yours. Your fingers find that silver chain, pulling.

“I had a bad day.” you whisper.

Eddie strokes his thumb pad along your brow bone, lips plush and parched, aching to be kissed, or is that you between your thighs? He nods. “And how can we make it better?”

Teamwork work and togetherness, another mantra Eddie has for you two.

Eddie Munson may play dumb, but he isn’t ignorant. He’s well aware of what you want. What you need. His thumb swipes down your cheek and finds the corner of your mouth, sinking inside. You suck on the digit, tasting nicotine and nutmeg.

You begin a swirling rhythm around his calloused digit, fingers curling underneath the chain and into his chest hair, scratching at his flesh. He’s closing his eyes and taking it in, groaning. You’re one pleased cookie. Humming around him, you release it, hand climbing from his sternum to his neck, pushing up and through his shaggy mane, tugging until his neck is bared and offered to you. He hisses through clenched teeth. “Atta girl, take what you fuckin’ need. Gonna help my pretty love forget all about this shit day.”

You’re like a woman starved, desperation slapping you in your cunt. Eddie is smirking at your impatience to getting his shirt unbuttoned, but he doesn’t help you, privy to your momentary desire to lead. When it’s finally off and pooling onto the floor, you can hardly deal with the debaucherous sight in front of you. That silver chain is thick around his neck, not too much, but enough, showcasing all of his delicious tattoos. You’re panting heavily, eyes blurring with tears of raw want.

Eddie is glad he decided to trade an older amp to afford the new piece, admiring your shameless observation of him, as if he’s your meal and you’re about to descend like a vulture. However, you’re a goddess, a strength for those around you (Eddie included), so vulture isn’t a correct comparison. Your pupils are gone beneath two black oceans, a ravenous gravity sucking you into Eddie. He’s waiting…jugular exposed for your taking. You launch into him full on, chest to chest, and you take.

Your mouth is biting a pattern of plum colored bruises up the hollow of his neck, flicking your tongue across his jugular, sucking his Adam’s apple, enjoying its bobbing beneath your muscle. Your left hand cups his necks’ nape, the other remaining fisted in his chain. He’s whimpering appreciatively, swelling in the confines of his sleek slacks. “Oh, fuck. That’s it, sweetheart. Show me who I belong to.”

That really revs your engine, your posture caving in and falling back onto the bed, taking him between your knees as he hovers, his necklace pressing into your mouth in a brief dangle. He giggles, poking your nose, lacing his hands through yours and pinning them above you, burrowing that plump set of lips under your jawline.

“Eds… Yeah, Eddie. Fuck, baby boy.” Your pleas go straight to his dick, which he takes your hand and slithers it down to cup over his bulge, rutting against the friction. He chokes out that little moan he does, it vibrating off your throat.

“You want me, m’lady? Want me to pry open these perfect thighs and fuck you nice and slow, fuck you good and stupid for me?”

You whine, arching with a sting to your spine at the steep angle. Eddie grips your chin, rings jutting into the skin. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“You know I need you, Eds. Want…” And you stop yourself, heart rate slowing, body feeling as if you’ve tumbled down a cliff and are free falling. It’s pretty clear the exact craving you’ve just realized you’re having to have. But you’re unsure about Eddie’s reaction, or if he’ll be upset. After all, you’ve never been risky in that way.

Eddie sees the change immediately and picks himself up, bringing you along. “Honey, what’s wrong? And please, please don’t say ‘nothing’. Don’t bullshit me, babe, cause’ I know you better than the back of my own hand, and that sucker has seen some shit in his time.”

“It’s nothing bad.” you start. “At least, I don’t think so…”

He frowns. “Is it… y’ know, hanky panky related?” He says the words in a teasing depth, making you lose yourself in a giggle. It helps tremendously. You incline your head in a manner that tells him, yes, it is indeed.

“Then lay it on me. Literally. I’m all yours, babe.” He entwines his fingers with yours, bringing them to his mouth to press chaste kisses to.

There’s a roaring that’s pummeling your adrenaline, heart beat thumping in your ears, a cold chill brushing your flesh. You let yourself swallow once for good measure, tongue licking your lips, and then you release it into the open air.

“Eddie, I want you to cum inside of me. No condom this time, just you.” You look at him beneath your lashes, vision hazy, heart rate stalled, caught between the sheets with baited breath as you await his answer.

Eddie’s surprise is evident on his face. A thoughtful pause, a lip purse, and then his tongue is poking out in concentration. And as if it’s not anymore possible than it’s already been shown — his pupils expand, leaving murky caverns in their wake. He inhales sharply, beginning to lean in to cage you like fresh prey, his tone raspy and compliant. “It’s pretty dangerous letting a guy like me fuck you without protection, don’t you think? I mean… what if I put a little one in here?” He touches your tummy over the t-shirt you’re wearing.

“Then she or he will have the prettiest eyes and the curliest hair. But we don’t have to worry about that right now. I’m on the pill too, remember? We’re just… taking away one layer?” Is your automatic response, trembling into his hold, burning up at the thought of his child growing inside you, making something that’s yours and his alone. You think about it. Eddie thinks about it.

Sometimes…

Eddie, still trapped in motion due to his surprise at your proposition, is having a hard time not pouncing on you and pounding you into the mattress on the spot. He slides between your split knees, thumbs brushing along each corner of your mouth. You don’t have to say anything more to convince him, his unbearable hardness is proof enough. Your hands fumble behind you to slip underneath your top and fling it off, it landing somewhere in the room. Eddie attacks your exposed shoulder, snapping his fingers beneath your bra strap and tugging it down until it slips off.

You hold him to your bosom by the back of his neck, helping yourself to pulling on his hair, enjoying the tresses weaving in between your fingers. His new chain traces along your skin as it dangles, drags, a cool stimulant. You let him work on your jawline and neck with that god given mouth full of perfection and promise, working your spare hand down and into your pants, going straight inside your soaked underwear. It’s a sweet sigh that tumbles from your mouth when you make contact with your clit, swirling a bit of slick around the bud and mewling. Eddie’s smacking noises cease, his eyes drifting to your naughty show.

He’s marveling. “Fuck. Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart. Play with your little pussy for me.”

“So fucking wet for you it’s disgusting, baby boy.” You coo, yanking at his stray curl.

He drops his nose to yours, sharing trickles of hot air onto your mouth from his. “Add a finger inside of yourself.”

He peers to watch your hand shift and that overly embarrassing first squelch inside is loud. Eddie takes your mouth roughly, rolling his hips into your trapped hand, thrusting for a form of relief, whatever that may be.

“Don’t have to be jealous of your pretty little fingers when they get to fuck that cunt, cause’ now I’ll know how it feels with —“ He nips your neck. “nothing but skin.”

“Where you belong…” You trail off into a simpering whimper.

“Just think about how you’re gonna feel every single inch of me, Y/N.” It’s a quiet beat and Eddie is flipping you with that hidden strength he possesses, tugging your legs off the bed. Hand still in your panties, on your stomach, you don’t stop touching yourself for him, lifting your hips so he can take off your pants and panties, as you greedily thrust that finger in and out of your cunt.

“You’re not sharing.” You are well aware he is staring, but you’re far too gone, especially within this vivid position.

“Eat me, Munson.” You pant, adding a second finger, trying to get yourself ready to take him.

“Why? You want me to, brat?”

Your eyes widen and you don’t have time to answer, Eddie’s hands hoisting your knees into a propped position, backhanding your ass cheek, the flesh taking the brunt of his rings. He buries his face into your dripping cunt, biting your fingers as they slip from you, mumbling about how you bugged him to do the laundry and now you’re both gonna destroy the clean sheets. You only respond by reaching back and pulling his face into you, no longer shy about taking what you want, what’s yours. Eddie is slurping sloppily, smothering himself in your juices, encouraging you to ride his face like it’s your last day on earth. With your hand on the mattress, the other threading through his long locks, you rock your hips until it burns to stay upright, that tightening knocking on your abdomen far quicker than you’re prepared for.

You begin to shake, thighs closing around his head, messing the blankets up from your burrowing ride. “M’ gonna cum on your mouth, Eds. Please, please.

His answer is to add in two of his fingers, sucking your clit in between those plump lips. Your vision swims with shapes as you hold yourself, rubbing your cunt over that slight stubble, riding his fingers, his rings catching on your labia only adding to your climax. Eddie’s downright moaning into your pussy when you cum, releasing your grip on his mane and falling forward in the beginning stages of exhaustion. You roll back over onto your back, clad in just your bra, knees wide open, a smile decorating your wet mouth. Eddie is bursting at his very seams, pride and love for you, pure adoration.

He climbs over top of you, slotting himself between your thighs, hand cradling your jaw and fingers splaying over your ear, his mouth and chin covered in your arousal. He grins and you stifle a giggle, kissing him, palming his rock hard cock over the slacks. “Poor baby, do you need somethin’?”

Eddie licks his teeth, pins your hands above your head. “Mouthy little witch. My own personal enchantress, the way you tease me so.”

“I can tell it’s… hard to take.” You wiggle a suggestive brow.

Eddie releases your hands, then lifts you enough to unsnap your bra, choosing that as his comeback to your continuous sass. You’re completely nude under him, nipples reacting to the temperate change and stimulating drag of his chest across yours, chest hair tickling you. You take the opportunity to work on his pants, getting them down with his boxers, his cock getting caught on the fabric. You give it a gentle tug and it’s slapping against his stomach, smearing pre-cum in his happy trail. You can’t stop yourself from what’s to come, imagining how warm it’ll feel, how his cum will soak your walls, furthering his claim.

You slide his cock through your folds, slapping it into the wetness, pushing the soft head against your clit and closing your legs. You can’t speak, it’s all so much right now. Luckily, Eddie takes care of that for you both.

“S’ a real good girl. Letting me cum in your pussy like this.” He’s watching your movements, stomping his legs in kicks and getting his remaining clothing off, holding himself up on his palms, working his cock back and forth in your swollen folds. It’s a sticky, dripping mess.

Normally, this is the point Eddie would reach for a condom, but instead, he looks towards the drawer. “Still okay if I take you without one, sweetheart?”

You nod. “Wanna see you, though.”

Eddie reluctantly pries himself away, hobbling rather comically into a cross-legged position, holding himself at the patch of dark curls. “Come and take your seat, baby.”

That pitter patter latches onto your insides, yanking them into your ass. You feel your cunt drizzling your slick as you make your way towards Eddie and climb onto his lap, locking your ankles around his waist, shifting just so. He taps his fingertips against the swell of your breast. “Don’t hold your breath, baby. Don’t close your eyes, either. I want you to look at me when I put my dick inside of you.”

“O-okay. Hurry, I need you, baby boy.”

You spread your labia apart as Eddie complies, tapping the head around your opening, pushing it past the muscle and into the soft, slippery heat of your cunt. It hurts, badly. This deep angle, the defined stretch you get off on. And there’s no barrier to get in the way. It’s all Eddie, it’s all you.

His eyes are wide and his jaw is slack. His abdomen tenses, muscles flexing. He pulsates inside you the second his balls rest against your ass. Your quivering breaths are broken and speech is beyond your capabilities. Eddie snatches your hands that have unknowingly clenched into the bedsheets beside you, squeezing, forehead dropping atop yours.

His lips pucker for an easy kiss, nuzzling your nose. “Holy Christ, baby. I can’t believe how fuckin’ warm and wet it is in here.”

You don’t mean to, but you clamp down on him, causing him to rock his hips and a hiss leaves your mouth. “Shit, shit. We just gotta stay still for a few, yeah? Don’t wanna hurt you, princess. And m’ in pretty deep this time.”

You whine in agreement, eyes trailing down to the chain that rests between your breasts that stay squished into Eddie’s tattooed chest. You don’t dare look away, both of you wanting to partake in the intensity of this intimacy. Eddie holds you, peppering kisses here and there on your face and neck until the burn dulls into that aching sting. He cups your jaw, stroking his fingers along your jugular. “Ready to be fucked raw?”

His double ended meaning has you snorting, purposely bearing down on him and rolling your hips. A combined gasp is heard. It’s the fullest you’ve felt, and the most safe. Eddie is thick and hot inside you, nestled heavily in the sopping wet confines of your walls. It’s overwhelming and he knows it too. Placing one hand on your lower back, the other keeping yours held, he tilts his head as if to ask permission. “Yeah?”

“Fuck this bad day right outta your brat, Eds. Cum in her greedy little pussy. Show her who owns it.” You finger the chain with your spare hand, nails scratching at Eddie’s knuckles, circling the ring shapes that adorn his fingers.

“You and that nasty mouth, princess. Remind me to fuck it later, hmm?”

Difficult to establish in this new position you’ve rarely tried, it takes a few minutes to gain a rhythm that is driving Eddie as deep as he can go, his cock nailing that spongey spot inside of your cunt. It takes everything in you to hold on and to not push him on his back and have your way with him like your own personal rodeo. His chest is perspired and flushed, his freckles more prominent, his pupils reflective through the haze of his lust, and his curls tangle to his forehead. He’s giving slowly, languid thrusts that wreck you from head to toe, and you are beckoned into his every push on your waist, guiding you through.

Your toes are curling, a cold tingle snapping at your thighs, blood rushing, heart rate churning. Eddie lets go of your connected hands to accompany the feeling of your oncoming orgasm, as he recognizes the familiar signs, and feels you getting tighter around him, drowning his dick in your cream. His strokes your clit with expertise, mouth hovering over yours, just so. “Know you’re gonna cum, princess. You’re so fucking wet that I don’t think I can last much longer for you.”

You knot your grip into his hair, tugging it to the side and licking a crude stripe up his neck, finding the shell of his ear. “Then lay me down and… what were your words again? Fuck me stupid?”

Eddie makes a rogue noise, falling back onto the bed and shoving you beneath him, nudging your legs apart roughly, holding his soaked dick and pressing it back into you. His slick covered happy trail drags your clit with every upstroke and it’s totaling you, your eyes rolling back. Eddie is cursing, powering through it. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s it, wanna know how it feels like this when you cum. Just like that.”

Your back arches, legs lifting around Eddie’s slender waist, hands clenching into his shoulder blades, and that coil tightens into such a sharp ache that your eyes fill with tears and you cry out his name like a mantra on the day of worship. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!”

Your orgasm pouring over his cock is enough to smack his insides into a frenzy. He reaches for your breasts, palms them, then seeks out your hands. He’s extra needy. That means he’s close, right there.

“I’m… Y/N, baby. Can I, PLEASE?”

“Cum inside me, Eds. Come on, baby boy.” You lick at his mouth, his stuttering hips stalling and his ass flexing beneath your ankles.

You cry out when he tenses up and throbs, a warmth spurting thickly throughout your cunt, mixing in with your orgasm, Eddie letting a drawn out moan work itself from the depths of his diaphragm. Too fucking good to speak anything but a broken syllable of your name. “Y/N…”

He falls into your body, sex tainted skin sticking together, hearts racing wildly. You brush his hair back, kissing the crown of his forehead. He pecks your neck, fitting his face into the curvature of your neck and shoulder. Neither of you say anything, enjoying the sound of the Autumn breeze outside and labored breathing attempting to stabilize. It goes on like that for what feels like hours, but Eddie lifts his head to check in with you.

“Are we feeling any better?”

Sometimes… Eddie Munson is all you need to make a bad day better.

~*~

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prolix-yuy · 11 months

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Laura my darling, not only will I give you Honey Bear, but I'll give you every last thing on your list because YOU DESERVE IT (and frankly, so do we all).

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Position: Honey Bear

Word Count: 1134

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, blowjob, handjob, ass play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), lil size kink, a whole lot of sweetness.

Notes: Javi is my sunshine boy and if anyone was going to be the Honey Bear mascot, it would be him. Plus we have to celebrate you popping my Javi cherry (that sounds naughty because it is lol) and sharing our gorgeous sunny man!

You meant to make dinner for Javi tonight. You really did. Everything was chopped and marinating and seasoned and ready, but when he walked in the kitchen and his whole being lit up, you had to kiss him senseless.

“Mi amor,” he said with such wonder, eyes wide and smile crinkling his face, that you just couldn’t help pulling him down by his open collar and laying one on him. And another. And then so many more you don’t know how he got you down the hall and into his bed. Well, your bed. It still gave you butterflies remembering you shared it.

“I was trying to make you dinner,” you protest half-heartedly as he divests you of your shirt, yanking his own over his head before gathering you in his arms. The soft heat of his body curls your toes, bouncing locks tickling your chin as his mouth travels to kiss between your breasts.

“You are more delicious than any meal,” he says, licking your sternum and humming as if to prove it.

“Oh? What do I taste like?” you tease, carding your fingers through his caramel locks as he noses up and around your bra line. He cups the other in his palm, and you marvel at how his hand dwarfs it. Arousal grows sticky between your legs.

“Fresh melon. Prosciutto. Basil. Aged balsamic.” You giggle at each new culinary delight, basking in Javi’s attentions. His poetic soul makes you want to give more of yourself day by day.

“An excellent appetizer,” you say, tugging him up to return to your lips. His kiss is slick and hot, tongue dancing against yours.

“A whole meal, princesa,” he corrects, pulling you down to fit against his hips. Despite the playfulness he’s thick and throbbing against you, and a wicked little idea takes over. Lifting your hips, you roll him onto his back and lift to your knees, his hands coming to knead at your hips.

“You know what you taste like, Javi?” you ask, a twinkle of mischief in your eye and a plan in your smile. Javi’s smile falters briefly for confusion as you dismount him, moving to settle between his legs instead.

“Amor…” he says, eyebrows turning up as you lean down to mouth at his soft stomach. He tenses briefly, and you bulldoze over any self-consciousness by peppering his tummy with kisses and licks. Soon he relaxes below you, and you admire how broad and golden he looks against the crisp white sheets, eyes hazy and hands reaching for you.

“You taste like honey,” you say, sliding your hands down to unbutton his linen pants. His breath stutters as you ease him out of the last vestiges of clothing, bare and perfectly laid out. “My honey bear,” you say, dipping down to press a kiss to the underside of his cock.

“Mi sol, I haven’t even…please, let me…” Javi’s voice cracks as you see him warring with his otherwise gentlemanly bedroom manners. He always makes you cum, as many times as you’ll let him, before he takes his own pleasure. Tonight, you have something in store for the man who stole your heart.

“Honey bear…” you whine, taking him in hand and sliding down to your elbows. With gentle pressure you guide his knees over your shoulders, breathing softly into the crease of his hip as he shudders. It’s new for him, letting you take his pleasure in hand this boldly, but you know exactly what you want to do to make him see stars.

“Okay, okay, yes, mi amor, whatever you want,” he breathes, stroking his thick fingers over the crown of your head. You reward him with a wet suckle over the head of his cock, his thighs clenching around your head. It rushes excitement down your spine and a burn of desire in your cunt as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into your mouth.

Javi’s cock surprised you the first time you saw it, expecting a broad sweet man to be more on the average side. But when you were treated to his girthy length you were impressed, and a little intimidated. Thankfully, Javi knew exactly how to use it, often, and with screaming success. But he rarely lets you suck him off, preferring a few licks before working himself inside you instead. Now, splayed out and trying to suppress his rocking hips, you hum with pride around him.

“Princesa, you are…so perfect. Let me lick your pussy, please, let me make you cum,” he begs, but you don’t let up on your thorough journey down his shaft. The spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth aids your hand as you stroke the remaining length, cupping his heavy balls in your other hand. An experimental stroke makes him shout, shaking with the effort of not clamping around your head. Satisfied you can take him on your next descent, you pop off and stroke him faster, catching his eye with a shiny smile.

“Honey bear, can I give you something more?” you ask, licking your lips as his gaze darts across your face.

“Anything,” he groans, bringing your wicked smile back. Returning to his cock, you descend at a steady pace, widening your jaw as your nose brushes the curls at his base. Just as you’re about to take him all, you press a spit-soaked thumb against his tight asshole and make even-pressured circles against him.

“Ay dios mío, mi amor, mierda, ohhhhhhh my god, please, please don’t stop, es muy bueno,” he moans, hips bucking against your hot mouth and forbidden touch. Speeding up, you deepthroat him with shallow strokes, swallowing hard around his thick cock, as you tease just the tip of your thumb against the quivering tautness of his asshole.

Javi cums with a ragged shout, pumping cum down your willing throat as you drink every last drop. You debate trying to urge him into a second, but give him reprieve as you slide off his cock and soothe his hot skin with your hands. He’s beautifully pink all over, head tossed back and chest heaving as he reaches for you. Tucking you into his side, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before diving his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself.

“Fuck, Javi,” you say, and that gorgeous smile swims into sight as he looks down at you like you indeed are his true love. You know it’s true for you.

“I like the nickname. Honey bear. It makes me happy,” he says, and you wonder if Javi can make anyone glow or if it’s just you.

Then he slides down the bed so quickly a laugh escapes, tossing your legs over his shoulders and burying his nose in your clothed cunt.

“Mi amor, now it’s my turn.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

#javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x f!reader #javi gutierrez x female reader #tuwomt fanfic #prolix fics

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peacefulmxnd · 2 years

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MY UNIVERSE METHOD

*If someone else made this method before I don't mean to take credits. This was just something I randomly did, I'm not taking anyone's credit. I just came up with it like this morning. So if someone else already came up with this, this is just a coincidence and at the end of the day the point is we learn a new method. So let's not make a big deal out of it or I will manifest you getting diarrhea*

Hey guys!! So I'm new and I have been trying to manifest some things in my life. I'll talk about that later

First I need to talk about my struggle with manifesting.

YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO FEEL SAD AND ANXIOUS WHEN YOU START MANIFESTING

I always thought I was 'persisting' but really it was just affirming->reacting->wondering why it's not happening-> starting to think I'll never get what I want-> watching some motivational video-> then affirming again and calling it "pErSisTiNg" 🤡🤡🤡

That is not persisting. And don't get me wrong, you can still feel emotions. If you bottle up your emotions you might start having anxiety and depression problems. And more self concept problems. Instead, cry and then after you're done crying forgive yourself. Take crying as a good sign. While you're crying just say "crying is a good sign because it means I'm releasing my negative emotions and giving my subconscious enough time to let go of old beliefs and make room for new beliefs"

That is persisting. It means being emotional, cuz that only makes you more human, but not accepting your 3D as your end result. Just pretend that the 3D is catching up.

If you feel anxious or have really uncomfortable butterflies in your tummy while affirming or doing techniques then take it as a good sign. Cuz that only means that your subconscious is trying to fight these new beliefs. You only fight something when you feel threatened. And you only feel threatened when you're not used to something new OR when something is more powerful than you.

Your old beliefs feel threatened because your new affirmations and both powerful and NEW. So give your subconscious time to get used to these affirmations.

A new method I have learned to live in the end is "MY UNIVERSE" method

So I have been trying to manifest my sp breaking up with his gf. ( I know some of yall don't believe in it but you're allowed to have your beliefs and I'm allowed to have mine.)

And they are celebrities and recently they attended a show together.

So first thing I did was say, this is a sign.

Movement is movement. Good or bad is something WE assign to it. So if you see movement even if it's something you don't like just say that "this is movement and this is leading to my end result"

Say this is not my end result

In the "MY UNIVERSE" method i say,

This is my universe. THIS IS MY PLANET, THIS IS MY SUN, THIS IS MY MOON, THESE ARE MY STARS, THESE ARE MY ANIMALS, THESE ARE MY PEOPLE, EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THIS WORLD IS ACCORDING TO ME,

My SP might be dating in some other universe, but in my universe he is only mine!!!!

This is my universe. I just pretend that all these photos i see of them together is happening in some other universe also in some other time line in that universe. Mostly in the past!! Like all these photos are from the past in another universe. Right now they are not together.

If I waver now I just remember the past 2 years and how I acted like the victim, didn't ACTUALLY persist, gave up too soon. And i would just think, where did that being me? Did it help me? Did that help me manifest? NO!! IT MADE IT WORSE!! SOME OTHER BITCH IS LIVING MY DREAM LIFE, SHE IS DATING MY MAN!! MY HUSBAND!!

You have to be really tired of your own bullshit and your victim mentality to finally open your eyes and see that you have been shitting on your manifestation and progress.

That is all I have for guys!!

PS. I have been thinking if you want me to make a vision board for you guys. Like a custom vision board. For free lol don't worry. Send me an ask if you want it.

#void state #affirm and persist #loa #law of assumption #living in the end #persist #persistenceisthekey #manifesting #my universe #myuniversemethod

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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Summer Paradise with Yuu (Chapter 2)

All your kisses taste like Malibu

When you agreed to join your friends on a spontaneous summer vacation, you didn't expect to a) get pulled out of the ocean by some random guy who thinks you are drowning and b) that this guy is hotter than the summer sun.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, smut, Lifeguard AU but not really lol Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, smut in later chapters, falling into the ocean, kissing. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This will be a short summer series because Yuuji is my sexy summer boy, and I am obsessed with the idea of summer vacation with him! I'm trying to keep the chapters short!

Chapter 1: I swear you put the sun up in my sky, so hot it's like the middle of July Chapter 2: All your kisses taste like Malibu Chapter 3: Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday Chapter 4: Back to Summer Paradise with you

Chapter 02

You run into "hot Baywatch guy" again only a day later.

After spending the afternoon at the beach, you're on your way back to your hotel when you spot pastel pink hair in front of one of the small shops lining the beach promenade. You silently chide yourself for the way your heart jumps at the sight. The rescue was the most embarrassing thing you ever experienced, and it would probably be better to never see him again and just try to forget the whole incident.

But then your personal lifeguard turns his head, and his pretty eyes meet yours over the rim of a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses. They widen in recognition, and his mouth opens in an "Oh!" before it gets replaced by his bright sunshine smile. Suddenly you have forgotten why you don't want to see him again.

He looks stunning with that pretty smile on his tan face. His toned biceps flex enticingly as he quickly puts the sunglasses back onto the display rack. And then his hand is already in the air to wave excitedly at you, exuding so much energy and good vibes that you automatically make a step towards him.

You can't help but smile and lift a hand to wave back at him. This is the guy who saw you in your most pathetic moment and managed to make it even worse. But maybe that is why you grin at him like an idiot. After all, you can't really make a bigger fool of yourself in front of him than you already did, right?

Now your friends have noticed him too, and they both grab your arms. They wouldn't shut up about the hot Baywatch guy all morning while you were lying at the beach. Now their eyes sparkle dangerously.

"Ooooh, that's him! We have to go over to say hello!"

"He really looks cute! Damn, and he really gave you mouth to mouth? Wow!"

You don't even have a chance. Before you can open your mouth, your friends are already dragging you towards Itadori.

His smile grows even wider when you stop in front of him.

"Heyy! How are you today? I was hoping to see you again!"

His words shouldn't give you that fluttery feeling in your stomach, but you can't help it.

Oh my god.

Suddenly you remember that you once read that many people develop crushes on the people who saved them, like lifeguards, firefighters, doctors, etc.

Your rational side screams at you: "But he didn't really save you! You were in no danger! He isn't even a real lifeguard!"

Your body doesn't agree with that, though. Hot Baywatch guy laughs softly and runs a hand through his pink hair, and the butterflies in your tummy have a whole summer festival, fluttering and dancing like crazy.

You didn't have time to look at him all that much yesterday, but your "savior" is really hella attractive! He becomes even hotter the more you look at him.

Of course, there's the pink hair that catches the eye immediately. Now that it's not wet and plastered to his forehead, it has a pretty pastel pink shade that reminds you of cotton candy. It looks really soft, and somehow your fingers itch with a sudden urge to touch it.

But it's not just the hair. Itadori also has really pretty eyes. They are light brown, like liquid honey. Warm and sparkling with excitement. And that dazzling smile is making him look even prettier.

And his body...damn! Itadori could definitely star in some trashy 90's show about sexy lifeguards at some beautiful beach!

An image from yesterday flashes in front of your eyes, when he was kneeling in the sand beside you. Water droplets running down those buff pecs and defined abs...

They are hidden under a yellow shirt right now, but you can still see his muscular shape even through his clothes. And his buff biceps and equally toned calves are still on display.

He is tall, strong and very athletic. No wonder he could pull you out of the water so easily.

You feel too hot all of a sudden as all the fresh memories of the embarrassing rescue mission wash over you again. The way he was carrying you in his strong arms! The way he was leaning over you with his buff body, pressing his lips onto yours.

You have to swallow hard before you are able to answer him:

"I am great, thank you. W...What about you?"

Before Itadori can answer, your friends tighten their grip on your arms and both chime in at the same time:

"She is very grateful that you wanted to rescue her! You are, aren't you (y/n)?"

"You are so brave for jumping into the water like that and pulling her out! Even though it wasn't a real danger. Actually, (y/n) wanted to thank you, right?"

Your brave savior blinks and then reaches behind himself to scratch his neck and smile sheepishly at the three of you.

"Um yeah, about that...sorry again! I really thought you were in trouble. Sorry for causing such a scene!"

His honey eyes meet yours, looking at you with a light blush on his tan cheeks. He looks so cute!

But you are pulled out of your swooning when your friends elbow you a bit too hard. And you shake yourself out of it and quickly reassure your hero:

"No, please don't apologize! It was really nice of you!"

Another elbow hits your side, and you yelp lightly before adding:

"And yes! I would like to thank you. Can...um, can I invite you to an ice cream maybe? To say thank you?"

Apparently, you said the right thing because your friends both clap your shoulder. And Itadori's handsome face lights up with another one of his bright sunshine smiles.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you! Yes, I'd love to have ice cream with you! I'm Yuuji, by the way!"

Ten minutes later, your little group is gathered around a table in a cute pastel-colored ice cream parlor a few meters down the promenade.

And you lift your ice cream cone in some kind of awkward toast and say with a solemn voice:

"To my brave savior! Thank you, Yuuji."

Yuuji throws his head back in laughter. His laugh is so loud and genuine that it's contagious, and you join in, feeling relief wash over you because suddenly the whole rescue mission incident doesn't seem so bad anymore.

How could it be bad if it led to this cute boy eating ice cream with you and smiling that sunshine smile at you?

Your gaze stays glued to Yuuji, unable to look anywhere else but his handsome face and pretty pink hair. As pink as the strawberry ice cream, he is eating.

His golden gaze meets yours, and he smiles that broad smile at you.

"How long are you gonna stay here?"

"Two weeks, and you?"

His smile turns even bigger at your words, and a little bit of pink ice cream trickles out of the corner of his mouth when he replies excitedly:

"Me too! We can do so many things together!"

But then he blinks and scratches his cheek, looking at you with big eyes and adding in a softer voice:

"I mean, if you want... if you guys already have other things planned or want to stay by yourself, that's totally fine!"

Once again, your friends are quick to intervene,

"Of course, she wants to spend the two weeks with you!"

"We don't have anything important planned! You can steal her away from us anytime you like!"

Usually, you would feel embarrassed by this, but the happy look in Yuuji's eyes lets you forget about it, and instead, you chuckle and add:

"It would really be nice to do things together."

And that's how you get your personal lifeguard's phone number, a kiss on the cheek, and a tight hug when you say goodnight in front of your hotel.

He feels good against you. Tall and strong. And the cologne he's wearing smells very nice. His skin is warm and smooth where you press your lips against his cheek for a quick kiss.

The hug is over too fast. But the memory and feeling linger even hours later when you are standing on the small balcony of your hotel room overlooking the beach as the sun disappears in the soft waves and a light breeze blows over from the water.

You didn't plan any of this. You didn't plan to meet someone here, someone who gives you butterflies after only a few minutes. Someone with a pretty smile and sparkling eyes and the cutest laugh you have ever heard.

Somehow you have a feeling that this will be the best summer ever now that you have found this cute and sexy summer boy with a heart of gold. Itadori Yuuji seems like one in a million, and you are the lucky girl he pulled out of the water! It's better than winning the jackpot!

You are already lying in bed when your phone buzzes with a new message, and you can't stop your heart from jumping when you see who it is from.

You saved his number under Baywatch Yuuji and added a life-ring emoji.

"Wanna go to the beach with me tomorrow?"

"Heyy, yes, that sounds great!"

"Yay! I know a cool place where we can see turtles if we are lucky. You in?"

"I am very in!"

"Can't wait to see you again! Sleep well, cutie!"

He called you cutie?? Oh my god!!

You don't even feel embarrassed when you press your face into your pillow to squeal and giggle and kick your feet into the air while the butterflies go crazy in your tummy.

Yuuji didn't make any false promises. The small cove he takes you to is beautiful! It's just a short distance from the typical tourist attractions, yet it is very peaceful here. The two of you have it all to yourself at the moment.

It looks almost untouched. There are no food stands or sun beds. Only warm white sand and clear turquoise water. The only sound you hear is the gentle rushing of the waves and Yuuji's soft breathing next to you.

He lets his backpack drop to the ground with an excited:

"Ah, it looks even prettier today!"

And then you forget to breathe for a moment because he pulls his shirt over his head, ruffling his pink hair and exposing his firm sunkissed abs and pecs.

You have to be careful not to drool. Yuuji looks so gorgeous! It's hard not to stare at him. But you manage to avert your gaze before he can catch you and quickly turn around to slip out of your sundress and kick off your sandals, leaving you only in your bikini.

When you turn back towards Yuuji, you find his honey gaze wandering up your legs and over your hips. He blinks when he realizes you are looking at him, and his gaze snaps to your face with a slightly guilty expression on his handsome face.

But you just grin at him, feeling so light and bubbly somehow. You like that he was checking you out too.

Yuuji is so attractive. His personality and his looks both give you butterflies. So it's making you giddy to see that he seems to be affected by you too!

On the walk here, his hand had brushed against yours several times, making your skin tingle and your heart race, wishing so much that he would just take your hand in his and hold it.

Anytime he talks to you in his sweet low voice, it makes something deep inside you feel very warm. And anytime his voice becomes louder with excitement, you catch yourself smiling brightly.

He is so sweet and gives off such positive vibes with his genuine excitement and kindness. And there is no denying that he is also very hot!

There is a growing tension between the two of you as you look deeply into each other's eyes.

"So, where are the turtles?"

You ask in an attempt to lighten the tension, and Yuuji's lips lift in another happy grin, and he gestures towards the water.

"They are between those rocks over there."

He extends a large tan hand, smiling that sunshine smile and waiting for you to join him. Your heart skips a beat. You can finally do what you have wanted ever since you left the hotel: Hold hands with your personal lifeguard.

Yuuji's large hand fits perfectly around yours. His strong fingers are holding you gently but securely as he pulls you along into the beautiful turquoise water.

Your way to the turtles leads you over some large flat rocks, which serve as a natural bridge. They are slippery, making it quite challenging to walk on them, but Yuuji is deft at this, and he looks over his shoulder at you to give you an encouraging smile.

The problem is that his smile is so stunning that it momentarily distracts you, and of course, you slip on one of the stones.

A loud squeal leaves your mouth as you lose your footing.

Please not again!

But this time, a strong hand tightens around yours, stopping you from falling into the ocean. Yuuji quickly pulls you to safety into his strong arms and against his buff chest, holding you protectively in his firm embrace.

"Ha! I got you! I won't let you fall into the ocean a second time!"

You tilt your head to look up at him. Your heart is beating so fast, and you can't tell whether it's from the sudden adrenaline surge after slipping on the rock or from being so close to Yuuji.

You wrap your arms around him too, holding on to him, feeling his warm skin and firm muscles under your hands and against your body.

You sigh and snuggle into his embrace. It feels so good to be in his arms. He is so strong and so protective, really acting like your personal hero.

The thought makes you smile, and you catch yourself giggling into Yuuji's defined pecs. He even smells good! The fresh aquatic scent of his cologne and a hint of salt on his tan skin.

"Are you ok, sweetie?"

His voice is full of worry. You smile against his broad chest before lifting your head to grin up at him,

"Yes, I'm fine! Thank you for saving me a second time! I'm so lucky to have you!"

Yuuji laughs loudly, arms tightening around you, gently pulling you against his toned body, and you can feel his muscles flex against your naked skin.

"Yeah, I guess you are lucky to have a personal lifeguard."

Yuuji laughs again and lifts one hand in a mock salute,

"I pledge to always keep you safe, madam! Itadori Yuuji, always at your service!"

His voice cracks up in laughter at the last word, and you join him, laughing loudly and feeling so giddy and carefree. Excitement is pumping through your body and a kind of happiness you haven't felt in a long time.

You're here in a literal summer paradise in this beautiful cove, in the arms of a gorgeous boy who has golden eyes and a sunshine smile, and the strongest arms that ever held you.

Suddenly you feel a bit dizzy. Not only is your heart still beating wildly, but there is also a fluttery feeling in your stomach. The butterflies are going crazy in there. Being so close to Yuuji is making it hard to think.

You are suddenly overly aware of the position the two of you are in. In this tight embrace, bodies pressed against each other, skin on skin where your bikini isn't covering your torso.

You lick your lips while catching yourself staring at Yuuji's mouth. His lips look soft and pink, parted slightly in a pretty smile.

What if...

Before you dare to finish the thought, Yuuji cups your cheek with one of his large hands.

"Hey...um...I know I sucked at the mouth to mouth, but can I kiss you, maybe? I promise I'm a better kisser than a CPR-giver."

You chuckle even as your pulse flutters nervously, already getting slightly on your tiptoes, pressing yourself even tighter against Yuuji. You manage to nod, breathing a soft:

"Yes...please.."

And then Yuuji closes the remaining distance between you, and for the second time, you feel his lips on yours. But this time in a real kiss.

His mouth is soft and warm, moving gently over yours, sending a sweet tingle through your whole body.

Yuuji's strong arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you against him, large hands caressing your sides as he lets you lean fully onto him, supporting your weight with ease.

Your hands wrap around his broad neck, fingers playing with the short stubble of his undercut as your mouth opens in a soft sigh against Yuuji's gentle lips. He feels so good against you. Strong and warm.

Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest. You are kissing hot Baywatch guy! You never thought your friends were right when they predicted a summer romance for you! But now Yuuji is here, holding you in his arms and kissing you so sweetly in the middle of the turtle cove, and this really feels like summer paradise!

He licks slowly into your mouth, tenderly deepening the kiss, making a soft sexy sound in the back of his throat when you lick against his tongue.

He is definitely better at kissing than at giving CPR. He is such a good kisser, so sexy and sweet, making your head spin and feel all putty in his arms. You are glad that his strong arms are holding you so safely because your knees feel very weak right now.

Especially when Yuuji's tongue caresses tenderly over yours, slow and loving, making you snuggle against him, opening your mouth further to let him kiss you even deeper.

He tastes like strawberries and sea salt, so sweet and addictive. You think you will need many more of his hot kisses.

You have no idea how long the two of you stand there upon the rocky path, kissing and sighing softly into each other's mouths. You never want to stop kissing Yuuji. You never want to let go of him.

You only pull apart when both of you need some air, gazing at each other with heavy-lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips that lift in matching dazed but happy smiles.

"Wow...."

"Yeah, wow..."

No other words are needed. Not when you smile at each other like that, and Yuuji hugs you to his body with those strong arms.

He kisses you again when you are back on the sandy beach. And a third time when you say good night in front of your hotel.

In fact, that goodnight kiss turns into several kisses because both of you don't want to let go. Yuuji's hands are sprawled over the small of your back, and yours are tangled in his soft pink hair.

He peppers some more gentle kisses over your cheek before finally pulling away and smiling at you.

"Sleep well, cutie. Text me please when you have arrived safely in your room, ok?"

It makes you giggle happily,

"It's only a short ride with the elevator."

"Yeah, but still! I am your personal lifeguard, remember? So I gotta make sure you are fine. Will you text me, please?"

"Of course, I will. Good night, Yuuji. And thank you for today. It was amazing."

"Aww, I'm glad you enjoyed it! I really did too! See you tomorrow, sweetie!"

You can practically feel Yuuji's gaze on you as you make your way into the hotel and over to the elevator. It makes you smile like an idiot the whole way through the lobby. It's so nice to know he's here watching over you, taking care of you, and protecting you. Your personal hero.

You turn around when you get into the elevator, and your gaze meets Yuuji's across the lobby, seeing him still standing in front of the glass door of the hotel entrance, lifting a hand in a wave.

The last thing you see before the elevator door closes is his dazzling smile, making you feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside. Your heart is throbbing with happiness, and your lips are swollen from Yuuji's kisses.

You are sure you will have amazing dreams tonight! Of summer paradise and your cute and hot sunshine boy and his irresistible kisses!

Thank you so much for reading chapter two of my Yuuji summer series!! This chapter turned out a bit longer than planned, but I really wanted to add the kiss! I hope you enjoy the summer paradise with our cute and sexy summer boy Yuuji :) I am very in love with him aaaaahhh. Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Chapter 3

#yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff #yuuji x you #itadori x reader #itadori fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #yuji x reader #yuji fluff

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Mysterious Man | Part 4

Mob Boss!Boba Fett x Fem!Reader AU

A/N: I really hope people don’t care about the inaccuracy of the gifs I am using lol. the saga continues! I hope you all enjoy this short and sweet chapter, because it really doesn’t slow down again from here...Take that as you will. Also want to give such a HUGE shout out to @princessbatears on both beta aredaing this series for me and being such a huge supporter and helper when it comes to fleshing out this story and brainstorming. seriously this series would have ended after part 1 if not for her!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None

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Your heart flutters in your chest at the same time your stomach drops as you take in the man standing in the hallway of your apartment complex. He’s dressed casually. Much more casual than you’ve ever seen him. Dark jeans, a simple grey t-shirt, and a black jacket over top. In his hands is a simple yet beautiful bouquet of flowers of all kinds. Sunflowers, daisies, and various other greenery sprout from the colorful paper wrapped around them. Your eyes travel from the flowers to his face, eyes soft as he gazes at you, waiting for you to continue the interaction.

“Boba what -“ your mouth opens and closes a few times, searching for the words as so many thoughts flood your brain. “What are you doing here?”

The man before you smiles, and gestures to the flowers in his hand. “Making it up to you.”

Your eyes widen as the text message he sent you flashes in your mind. I’m sorry about last night, princess. Let me make it up to you.

Boba sighs, “Last night…it didn’t go like I had planned and I didn’t want to leave things the way we did. You never answered my text so-“

You raise your brows, “So you bought me flowers and followed me home?” Your voice is slightly teasing as you find yourself falling back into the easy camaraderie you are so used to with Boba. You find yourself missing the casual talks at the diner and your heart softens slightly at the trouble he went through to come and apologize for how the date ended.

Boba chuckles, “I didn’t follow you home,” he defends, “I just know you work the same shift at the diner as you always have and wanted to come and make things right.” He takes a deep breath as his eyes lock onto yours. “I am sorry about last night, princess. I just want to fix things.”

You want to be upset with him, all of your frustrations want to come to the forefront of your mind along with the encounter with the detective. However, all of that is pushed away at the earnest look on his face and the way he softly whispers the familiar nickname.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth for a moment before letting out a small huff, reaching out to take the flowers he offers to you and stepping aside to let him in. “The flowers are a wonderful first step,” you say softly, noticing the smile that tugs at his lips. “How’d you know I liked sunflowers?” You ask, shutting the door behind him as you move towards the kitchen to hunt down a vase.

“You told me,” he replies simply, following you into the kitchen,“One day when we were talking at the diner on your break. You told me sunflowers reminded you of your hometown and the sunflower patch that would come up every year.”

His words cause you to pause briefly as you locate the vase. You quickly recover and move to fill the vase with water. “You remember that?”

Boba nods, still smiling. “I remember a lot of things you told me.”

You let out a low hum, hoping to hide the way his words made butterflies erupt in your tummy. He remembers all that stuff? All the little things you thought didn’t matter? You can’t help the smile that splits your lips as you place the flowers into the vase, admiring them for a moment before turning to face Boba.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you tell him softly.

Boba approaches you slowly, and reaches out to take your hand when you don’t back away from him. He brings it up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles, giving your hand a light squeeze. “The flowers are just the first part of the apology,” he says, voice playful, “The other part is just a car ride away, if you're up for it.”

You look up at him then, giving him a curious look. “Where would we be going?”

Boba let’s out a quiet ‘tsk’ sound and shakes his head, the teasing smirk never leaving his lips. “Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it.”

You cross your arms, “You never said anything about it being a surprise,” you argue.

Boba rolls his eyes, “Go get changed before I change my mind,” he teases, smiling when you relent and head towards your room.

“What do I even wear?” You question.

“Just something casual,” he replies.

You narrow your eyes at his response before huffing. “Fine,” you groan, feigning annoyance, “Give me ten minutes.”

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Come no surprise to you, there was a car waiting at the curb in front of your apartment complex when you and Boba leave. He holds the door open for you before sliding in himself, the car pulling away from the curb as soon as both of you are situated.

You spend a majority of the car ride trying to figure out where Boba is taking you, only to receive vague and mysterious answers from the man. So, you eventually give up, resorting to small talk the rest of the way there.

When you finally do arrive however, you can’t help the spark of surprise and excitement that erupts in your chest as the car pulls into the parking lot of the Mos Espa Pier and Boardwalk. You turned to Boba, eyes wide and a huge smile splitting your lips. “The pier?”

He simply nodded, opening the car door when the vehicle comes to a stop and exiting before helping you out as well. “You said last night you’d never had a chance to make it over here, so I figured…” he shrugs, “What better time than the present?”

If it was even possible, you smile wider and reach out to take his hand in yours, leaning into his side as you start to walk towards the boardwalk’s entrance. “Well then, let’s go! I heard there’s some amazing food stalls here. Maybe we can try some of them? Then maybe we can go watch the sunset at the end of the pier and then come back and play some games, and then…” you continue to chatter on about all the things you want to do with him, mind running a thousand miles per hour, and happiness clear on your face.

Boba can’t help but smile down at you, hand squeezing your own as he lets you lead the way.

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You pretty much stick to your spur of the moment random plan for the evening. You stop by a couple food stalls and grab the standard greasy fair type food that you expected from a boardwalk, followed quickly by some ice cream as you walk back towards the pier. You and Boba talk about anything and everything as you walk, getting distracted by the various games or little shops. Boba even managed to win a game of darts, popping enough of the balloons to get you an adorable stuffed bear.

“This feels so cliche,” you say jokingly as he hands you the bear. “Winning the carnival game for the girl and giving her a cute prize.”

Boba laughs and nods, shoving one hand in his pocket while the other seeks out your own, intertwining your fingers. “I can always take the bear back,” he teases.

You clutch the prize closer to your chest, nosing at the soft fur on the top of it’s head. “Nope!” You pop the ‘p’ to emphasize your point, “I was just joking, I love it.” You say honestly, giving him a quick smile as you both walk out towards the end of the pier, the sun just starting to dip below the horizon.

Boba walks the last few yards to the very end of the pier, where there are a few benches close to the railings, giving you the perfect view of the ocean and the sunset. Boba leads you towards one of the benches off to the side, and takes a seat where you join him, your leg brushing his own as you settle down next to him.

You lean back into the wooden bench, unable to stop the way your heart flutters when Boba drapes an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your upper arm. Neither of you say anything for a while, opting to take in the scene before you, and just be in each other's presence.

The seagulls call as they fly overhead, swooping down into the water periodically only to come back up with a fish between it’s bill. You smile as you watch them, the sound of ocean waves accompanying their calls making you relax further into the man beside you. The sun is halfway below the horizon now, painting the ocean a vast array of oranges and reds as day starts to give way to night. It’s absolutely stunning, and you start to think this might be your favorite spot in the whole city.

“It’s so beautiful,” you finally murmur, catching Boba’s attention, making him turn to you.

“It is,” he says, never taking his eyes off you, something you miss since your eyes stay glued to the horizon.

Finally, you tear your gaze from the view in front of you and face him, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m sorry I ignored your text,” you tell him, “I should have just talked to you about how I was feeling and-“

Boba cuts you off, shaking his head firmly. “You have nothing to apologize for, princess.” He tells you, voice stern before he lets out a slow sigh, turning to face forward again. “My job is…complicated. It doesn’t have set hours, and I can’t control when things pop up, and my success didn’t happen overnight. But…” he squeezes your hand gently. “I haven’t wanted to be around someone as much as I find myself wanting to be around you, in a long time,” he admits softly. “I want to keep seeing you, and I want to see where this goes as long as you’ll have me but…” he trails off for a moment, as if weighing the words he was about to say before finally spitting them out.

“I just need you to know that if you do want to move forward that my job will always be a part of me. I can’t turn it off, and I can’t ignore it. More dates will be interrupted, and more nights I’ll be called away to deal with business and that’s just how it is.” He finishes his mini speech with a small huff , before adding, “I understand if that’s not something you want to put up with. Not many people do.”

He avoids your gaze as he finishes speaking, eyes instead focusing on the horizon where the sun has finally sunk below the horizon, blanketing the pier in a soft night time glow and ushering in a cool breeze. You can’t help the way your heart clenches at the closed off look on his face and the way he holds your hand firmly in his own - as if he’s afraid you are going to pull away from him any moment. Afraid that you’ll walk away like so many other people have in the past.

Your eyes soften as you look at him, and you bring your free hand up to cup his cheek, urging him to look at you. You open your mouth to reply, to tell him that you want to be with him too. However, all of the things that made you pause earlier come rushing forward. All the hesitations and the date and the detective showing up…they all make you question your decision. But the minute his eyes meet your own, and you see the little glimmer of hope in them, you shove them all away.

Fuck it.

“I want to be with you too,” you whisper, “whatever that entails.”

Then, as soon as the words leave you, his lips are on yours and you’ve never been more sure of a decision than in this moment.

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Kinktober day 27 - Exhibition

Can be read as voyeurism as well if you look at it from buckys pov lol! Should I make it a two in one? I'm flexing my writing muscles by writing mean Steve and soft Ransom!

Summary - You help your boss relieve some stress and Steve teaches Bucky a lesson.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut (m/f), name calling, mean Steve, sir kink, making Bucky watch, boss/employer relationship, sugar relationship, office sex, cockwarming, probably dub con.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader.

Word count - 2.8k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You narrowed your eyes, concentrating on your nails to get the perfect stroke of red paint on it - the color ‘berry red' Mr Rogers had picked out for you.

He pretended to be annoyed by your acrylics but you knew he had some sort of weirdly obsession or fetish about them. He loved staring at your hands, holding them so delicately in his, a stark contrast to how he had not-so-gently fucked you just minutes ago.

He absolutely loved kissing your little toes, making his way up your leg but that may just be his way of being an asshole who liked to test your patience.

The hissing sounds he’d make when you dug them in his shoulders or back was absolutely delicious. Even more so than looking at the aftermath of beautiful red marks scattered all over his back.

“Miss L/N,” you yelped, almost spilling your nail polish over your desk as you heard his voice on your intercom.

You cleared your throat before pressing the button to answer, “Yes, sir?”

“Come in here for a minute.” He rasped, his voice strain, almost as if he was holding some back.

You put your stilettos back on, carrying a note pad to write down whatever task he had for you - though you had an idea how this would go, or at least you hoped it would. Just the thought had you rubbing your thighs together.

You pushed his door open, “What can I do for you, sir?” you asked as you stood in front of him while he sat back on the leather couch, his legs wide open, his tie and coat discarded and his sleeves rolled up till his elbows. You wondered if he knew just how sexy he was. Holding up the notepad, feigning innocence and playing the part of the diligent assistant. You did sort of assist him in your own way.

“Come here and get on your knees. Help me relieve some stress.” He pushed back into the cushion as you laid the note pad on the coffee table and walked around it to him, kneeling in front of him you placed your hands on his knees.

“That’s a pretty color. Is it still wet?” he brushed his finger over your knuckle, careful not to touch your nail.

“Yes, sir.”

“Best not mess it up then.” He pressed his lips in a flat line. “I’ll have to do the work for you, like I always do. You’re such a spoiled brat you know that but it’s my own fault. I need to start being stricter with you.” He tutted as he took his cock out of his pants, pushing your head down on it.

You only grinned up at him. You couldn’t even pretend to be sorry, not when this boring slow workday just got infinitely better. You’d rather do this than take notes or attend another meeting.

You took his throbbing length in your mouth, choking as his tip hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. “Just relax your throat,” he reminded you as you swallowed around him, “remember what I taught you.”

You didn’t know the first thing about sucking cocks, especially ones that were as well-endowed as Mr Rogers'. He was uncharacteristically patient with you while he taught you and let you get used to him.

“Fuck me. That mouth of yours...” he groaned as threw his head back, holding your head down on his cock. It had taken so long to train you. But it was worth his patience when you fucked him so well with your hot mouth.

He tightened his hold on your head when you tried to pull away. He laughed as you looked up at him like a confused puppy.

“Just hold it in your mouth like that for a while till I get this work done.” He smirked as your eyes widened.

He loved testing your patience and giving you pushing your boundaries. Be it your favorite new fuzzy pink handcuffs he used to tie you to his bed, or a trip to an exotic country.

You whimpered around his length, drool dribbling down your chin onto your neck. “You can swallow if you want, sweetheart. But that’s it, if you try doing anything else you can kiss your orgasms, and that Chanel bag you’ve been whining about,” as if to prove his annoyance he rutted his hips up into your throat, making you choke on his length, “goodbye. Understood?”

You nodded and swallowed some of your dribble, you couldn’t really answer with mouth full of cock. Laying your head on his thigh, suckling around him like you would to a popsicle, he did say it was okay for you to swallow, you closed your eyes. Your mind hazy, in a state of calm you often reach when you were with him, you did vaguely hear the door open but you thought that was just your imagination.

“Holy fuck!” You snapped your eyes open as soon as you heard the foreign voice, “Sorry, Steve, um... I’ll just come back later,” You recognised the voice as Mr Rogers' best friend Bucky.

You cheeks immediately heating up upon being caught red handed. Your relationship with your boss wasn’t really a secret but it wasn’t something everyone freely talked about either. You were sure Bucky knew about it, of course he did, sir tells him everything, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“No.” Steve said gruffly as you looked up at him with your brows furrowed, holding onto your head so you wouldn’t pull away. “Come in, Bucky. I need to discuss something important with you,” getting a firm grip on your head he pulled it back only to push you back down, “Sit over there,” he instructed, nodding towards the arm chair in front of him.

Bucky had no idea what the fuck he had walked into. He was into some freaky shit, having made love to more than one person at the same time more times than he could count. Never, in his thirty something years on this earth, did he think he'd watch his childhood best friend in such a scenario.

Nevertheless, he did as he was told. Laying aback, he was transfixed by your head bobbing up and down the loud squelching noise your mouth made on Steve’s cock, he couldn’t really see it but he had caught a glimpse of it in the locker room once. He knew it’d definitely be hard to suck. You seem to be doing a pretty good job at it from what he could tell by the little, strained grunts escaping Steve’s mouth.

He adjusted his crotch to make room for his erection and then felt a blush creep up his cheeks and neck, because he really shouldn’t get excited over something like this.

“Uh, Steve, um...” he couldn’t speak, what was he supposed to say? “What? I’m, I mean...”

“What happened, Buck? I thought you’d enjoy watching my girl while she was on her knees,” he gritted, finally pulling your head off of him.

You felt butterflies somersault in your tummy at being called his. He had never done that before. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, proud to be officially his.

“Since you don’t mind ogling her,” he spat.

Bucky sat up straight, take aback, definitely not expecting such accusations and to be caught. He thought he was subtle about it, he did look at you and touch a bit too long for it to be considered appropriate. He flirted with you a bit more than he does with others, but that was only because you flirted back. He always assumed that it was harmless. You both weren’t doing anything wrong and Steve would never find out anyway.

With the way Steve was glaring at him with his jaw clenched tight and blonde brows furrowed together, he definitely regretted it..

...or maybe he didn’t.

Not if he was going to get a show out of it.

“Steve,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Of course I looked at her. How could I not.” He growled, looking at your direction as you made yourself small by hugging Steve’s calf - wary of his intense gaze. “Besides she’s not yours.” he smirked as Steve’s jaw dropped.

“I just fucking told you she’s mine.” he dismissed him, looking down at you.

“Making her blow you at work and buying her tacky things doesn’t make her yours. That’s not how you treat a lady or did you forget everything your ma taught you?” he stated. “Really, doll? I think you can do better than him.”

Pulling you up by slipping his hands under your arms, he manhandled you till you stood up straight, your knees wobbly and sore. “Turn around,” Steve ordered and you followed, turning towards Bucky.

This did not go as Steve had wanted it to. His plan was to scare Bucky off, but he should’ve known his best bud would not go down without putting up a fight. His hands caressed and smoothed over your sides.

He pulled up your skirt, even though you feebly tried to fight his hands off, spreading your weeping lips with his fingers he gave Bucky a nice view of your pussy. “She’s got a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” Steve gritted, studying his friend’s face.

“She definitely does,” he replied, arousal seeping into his voice.

“Shame you’ll never get to touch it,” he taunted, pinching your clit as you keened, holding onto his wrist, your thighs quivering. “She doesn’t wear any panties because I told her so. Bet she’s not wearing a bra either, are you, baby?” he asked, he knew the answer - he could clearly see it but he wanted to show Bucky.

“No,” you let out a shaky exhale as his fingers smeared your juices around your bundle of nerves, his finger nudging at your entrance before slipping in. You tried to hold back your moans, you really did, you were on edge with someone observing you like that but you couldn’t stay quiet. Not when he played you so expertly with his fingers.

But then he withdrew his hand, giving your ass a harsh slap, “No what?”

“No - no, sir,” you heaved.

“That’s right,” he hummed, playing with the patch of hair above your mould, “Now, remove your clothes. Hurry, I don’t have all day. I’m a busy man.” He sat back, letting you do the work for a bit.

You furiously shook your head, peering at your boss over your shoulder, pleading him with your eyes.

“Let’s give Bucky here a good look at you. What’s the point of having such a pretty slut if I can show her off from time to time. I won’t ask twice.” He stated, matter-of-factly.

And because you knew what happens when you disobey him, you followed. Wiggling your hips side to side to step out of your pencil skirt. Before undoing the buttons of your silk blouse and letting it slip over your shoulders. You were about to step out of your heels - mostly because they weren't not making this ordeal any easier.

“No, keep the heels on.” Bucky said. His tone not nearly as demanding as Steve’s but you listened anyway. A part of you wanted to please him. You shifted on one foot to other, left only in your Louboutins and the tiffany’s necklace and earrings Mr Rogers had got you when you first deep throated him.

“You weren’t kidding, Rogers,” Bucky praised, unabashedly looking over your nude body, licking his lips at the sight of your hard nipples. “Play with your breasts for me, doll.” He asked. He knew he couldn’t touch them, no matter how bad he wanted to, but making you do it was the next best thing.

Your hands travelled of their own accord, holding onto your heavy breasts and the massaging them, lifting them up before you rubbed both your nipples with your fingers, “Like this, sir?” you asked, as if you didn’t know any better.

Bucky felt himself almost burst in his pants, like a goddamn teenager when you said that. “Jesus, Steve, you really hit the lottery with this one.”

“Mm-hm,” Steve hummed, easing two thick fingers into your heat, his other hand squeezed your titts, you gasped and squirmed, trying to squeeze your legs shut while letting out little mewls. “She’s so responsive too.”

“Alright, baby,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you without giving you that sweet release, no he had much better plans, “Now, you’re gonna ride my cock like the good little whore you are. Can you do that?”

“No!” you panicked.

Because: A – he was hung like a horse. It was impossible to ride him while you were on top where you could feel all of him.

And B – you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that in front of another man, even if the idea sounded tempting, there’s no way you could perform under that kinda pressure.

Steve made a ‘tch' sound, shaking his head despondently “You’re making me look bad, princess,” he sighed.

“I - I’m just nervous,” you made the mistake of looking over to Bucky, the huge budge in his pants and his lust blown eyes and making you shiver.

“Don’t forget, slut, you wanted this.” He reminded you.

You clenched your eyes shut. You did. You had asked for a threesome with Bucky, because fuck he was almost as hot as your man, and Mr Rogers had spanked you raw as punishment. You weren’t able to sit for an entire week after that. You knew he wouldn’t say yes and were anticipating some sort of punishment so it was a win-win for you. You never thought he’d take your request seriously.

“I did,” you agreed.

Taking a deep breath, you held Bucky’s gaze, there nothing to be scared of or to be intimidated by, it was just Bucky, he seems to be the one who is taken with you. You hold the power here.

You lowered yourself till you were hovering over his hard cock, gripping the base of it and easing it into your cunt. Your movements slow and deliberate. If you did it properly there was no reason for it to hurt.

You sighed when he was fully sheathed inside you, putting most of your weight on his thighs and leaning back till his front was flush against your naked back.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you,” he rambled, drawing patterns on your clit as you wailed, the sensations wrecking havoc on your, already sore pussy. “Move, sweetheart,” he tapped on your hip, his tongue peeking out to lick a tear off your cheek.

You nodded and sniffled, you didn’t even realise you had started crying. Holding onto his upper thighs for support and looking back at Bucky you pull yourself up just a little bit while Bucky palms his cock through his dark jeans.

You set a steady pace, your breath hitching every time his head brushed against your cervix. Your titts bouncing in tandem with your hips.

“Such a good girl,” Steve kept praising you, trying his best to hold back his climax, there was no way he was going before you. Pressing kisses on your back, which was covered with a sheen of sweat, “You’re so good at doing what you’re told, baby, just a little more. Are you almost there?” he cooed.

You nodded, Bucky, your sir, everything around you slipped into a abyss as your orgasm washed over you.

He rutted his hips into yours, his sac slapping against your ass as filled you up with his spend as your pussy flutter around him. It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow, releasing in his pants soiling his briefs and his jeans. His groaning pulling Steve out of his haze.

Calling out your name, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, “Your work here is done. Go back to your desk, I have an important meeting with Bucky. You can take off early, I’ll see you at home.” He told you. “And you better not clean yourself up. I want you full you of my cum so you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

“Bu – but it’ll slip out! There’s so much of it!”

“Then you clench that pussy real tight.” He ordered you as you nodded, pulling his soft cock out of you, you contracted your muscles so none of his cream would spill.

Slipped your skirt and blouse on you headed for the door before coming back and collecting your note pad, “Oopsie,” you giggled, feeling their eyes on your behind as you swayed your hips and walked back to your desk.

You typed away at your desk and waiting for the day to be over. Maybe you could convince Steve to eat his cum out of you. If you could get him to give you an almost threesome you can definitely make him do that.

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minshookie · 3 years

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Invasion of Privacy.

Pairing | mafia!yandere!Joon x Reader

Genre | smut, angst, gore, yandere.

Summary | “while Joon is at work unwanted company comes to visit, opening your eyes to unwanted secrets.”

!warnings! | 18+ mature language , mentioned sexual acts, smut (just a little bit), violence, background character death, naive reader insert, dumbification, caretaker Joon.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [closed for request] words: 2k.

A/N | I struggled LOL But it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy. Forgive my mistakes please 💜

“Ready for breakfast hm?” Joon Spoke softly head resting in the crook of your neck, blanketing you with his warm damp body. “Yeah I guess.” Butterflies still fluttering in your tummy from the activities you both just enjoyed. “Mm well I’m not trying for waffles today kitten I have to go to work, so think of something quick.” He yawned before taking the tender skin of your neck between his supple lips again, sucking you in nibbling playfully. “Joonie when will Mary be back, I like her breakfast.” Almost whining. He chucked against you, “I told you Mary will be back after she’s had her baby.”

Feeling pouty you huff no motivation to eat knowing he’ll be leaving you soon. yawing you simply shrugged away the idea of this mornings breakfast. “Cereal again hm? If you insist.” He groaned pulling his self up on his forearms, gazing down at your connected bodies, he glided out with ease sighing in pleasure. Leaving you feeling empty yet warmly stuffed full. “I’ll be back, you stay put.” He began to walk towards the closet, watching silently in admiration. “Wait!” Stopping he turned. “Panties?” You request, fully knowing he’d get them for you. “Panties...of course.” He swiftly turned pulling some from the drawer. You reached for them, softly swatting your hand he went to your legs. “Up.” Complying, you let him dress your bottom half. “Being needy this morning i see,need a shirt too?” You nodded, letting him dress you again. “Alright cereal coming right up babybug.” He gave you a sweet Eskimo kiss before leaving.

His heavy steps thumped the hardwood stars, getting softer and softer before they disappeared. Never could you have imagined a simple round of dates would land you here, wrapped in Eucalyptus sheets, in the middle of a giant bed, upstairs of a Manson. Getting loved daily by a man with millions to his name. Your face began to grow warmer of subtle humiliation as you felt your heat drip of him. This whole situation felt like a long, long fairytale dream and you were loving every minute of it. Your reminiscing was cut short by the thudding of Joon’s feet coming up the stairs, finally he renters a smile on his face dimples prominent. Obviously proud of his limited culinary skills.

“A sugary cereal for the sweetest person I know, and a fruit cup too.” He walked slowly with he bed table careful not to spill. “c’mon get up and eat.” You sat up wide eyed ready for the meal he set before you. “What do you say greedy girl?” He held you back from the simple breakfast. “Thank you Joonie.” He nodded in approval letting go. “Remember, drink your milk, clean up your mess...eat all your fruit.”

He walked to the bathroom letting you eat in peace. You obliged his orders enjoying your modest breakfast quickly. Soon though, you started swaying the rose gold spoon around in the matching bowl watching the bland cereal chase each other. You’d finished all the marshmallows, you knew Joon would protest. Finishing the milk you began to pluck your favorites from the small fruit bowl, growing bored rather quickly.

“Joonie!” You beckoned, cheek full of berries. “yeah!” He yelled over the heavy patter of the shower. “Can I watch TV?” Tightly you closed your eyes in wishful thinking. “No Princess, it’s too early you know that, don’t you?!” You huffed, swallowing your fruit. “Yes!” He didn’t respond expecting you to eat the rest if your breakfast, in your true fashion you ignored the kiwi and bland cereals uneaten in protest of no early morning TV.

Annoyingly you shifted uncomfortably along the plush mattress once again. The once comforting fullness you felt now just starting to make an unpleasant mess...“Joonie!” “Y/n!” He yelled back while exiting the bathroom, his body glistening the scent of his masculine body wash and cologne engulfing the room. “I need to shower, I’m making a mess.” You stated shyly, making him smile in laughter.

“A mess huh, why don’t you take care of it?” He asked knowingly making you pout, he walked closer picking up the clear bowl, kiwi left behind. “Ah, eat this.” He held the green fruit between his fingers. “Eat one at least.” He rubbed it along your parted lips, you obliged his glare making you feel small. “Do I have to start giving you my cereal seems your tummy is getting full on sweets before you make it to the real breakfast?” Teasing he took it upon himself to finish the cereals.

“What do you say?” “Sorry for not finishing.” no way could you disobey him. “Good,Tell me about this mess though.” He inquired placing a kiwi slice in his mouth, walking to his suit closet letting his towel fall, he was already clad in his briefs. “You know!” He chuckled “I do? Oh is it my cum baby?” He stated lewdly while pulling out a dark suit. “Joon c’mon!” You whined, moving the the table. “Well Y/n if you wanted my help you should’ve joined me in the shower, you spoiled little brat.” He began to get dressed, “go wipe, go shower, and I’ll have someone clean the sheets yeah?” You rolled from the warm bed, a breeze catching your wet spot. “Yeah.” He smoothed the suit out over him , choosing a belt. “C’mon, I’m going to work big girl panties y/n go clean up please.” You took your time to walk past him , secretly wanting him to stay. You hoped he’d feel bad if you played hurt, or incapable of washing up maybe he’d stay late to help.

With a sigh of disapproval he turned from watching you walk begrudgingly in the mirror, giving your bottom a firm tap. “Now please so I can see you before I go okay?” Nodding you did as told, your scheme unsuccessful you resorted to complying. Striping and folding your clothes before throwing them in the hamper. Pulling the body wash, hand picked by Joon you lathered and showered as throughly and quickly as you could. Examining the dark areas he’d left behind, your neck,legs, and stomach, even scattering some along your pelvic area. Namjoon was extremely through when putting his claim over you, not like he had any competition. “All day kitten?” He knocked lightly on the door. The time spent Wandering in your thoughts taking a little longer than Joon’s liking you followed routine rinsing and turning off the water, drying you left with the plush towel around you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, an outfit laid over his thigh. “All dry?” You nodded catching a slight shiver, “you sure?” He called you over with a finger, tenderly he unwrapped you taking it upon himself to make sure you were dried, helping dress you as well. “When do you have to go Joon?” “Now.” Sighing you fell into his chest for a hug. “Yeah yeah, c’mon I gotta go love.” He kissed your cheek. “Kiss me before I go.” You pulled out of the crook of his neck latching onto his lips. Grabbing your neck he took the lead invading your mouth lustfully with his own. “Still taste sweet hm, remember to brush your teeth, lunch at twelve,have a snack around four, I’ll be home for dinner...and do not open the door.” You nodded your hands still in his. “I have a friend downstairs okay anything you can’t take care of...and I don’t mean the little things...ask him okay?” “Okay.” You crawled into bed avoiding the soiled area.

He got up smoothing his suit over again. “Uhm Joonie-” “I know I know.” He threw the remote to you before leaving. “See you later my pretty girl, remember I’ll know if you’re naughty. ” You smile turning on the TV. “See you later.”

After tedious hours of watching, and flipping through channels you enviably you became extremely bored with the flashing pictures playing before you. The nap you’d gifted yourself earlier began to wear off, you were sure it’s already been two hours, nobody’s came for the sheets. Strange of the morning staff to forget that. Rolling your eyes, you brushed off their neglect sitting up from the bed striping the stained sheets.

As bored as you were, you didn’t mind the walk down to the wash room. Once you gained balance of the heavy load, the trek began, only able to peak over the large bundle the stairs were a challenge. Once conquered you repositioned the bundle in your arms beginning to weigh on you. “Hey I brought the sheets for you!” Too lazy to complete the mission at hand, you tossed the sheets on the nearest couch, throwing yourself in the seat next to them. “Hello?!” Nobody seemed to call back as you voice deflected off of the walls. No way would they leave you all alone.

You stood from your seat, leaving the laundry behind as curiosity got the best of you. Where had everyone gone? You could’ve sworn you heard Joon conversing with them before he left. Roaming past the kitchen, Joon’s left his cutting board and knife out fruit juice displayed across the marble surface. Nobodies been on their job, and to think of it you haven’t seen or heard Joon’s friend he’d left for you yet.

You hated being alone, and Joon knew that. He wouldn’t leave you that way. Meandering down the elongated hall, which located staff bedrooms leaving a firm knock on the door....nothing. Fear draped over you the silence becoming too loud, taking panicked strides leaving the hall. Wandering the house looking for any other life form. Until you met face to face with a forbidden room. Joon’s office. Throwing rules away you griped the stubborn knob. Locked damn. “Help.” Whimpering like a kicked puppy you kept searching. “Joonie.” Wandering around, like you were lost in your own house, you skipped down the small flight of stairs, the washroom maybe they’re in there ...a dumb thought but this is the only room you haven’t rampaged.

Swinging the fragile door, a pungent rusting scent crashed into you. “And who the fuck are you?” Frozen in the door frame your brain fell blank. A group of men you’d never met covered in drying blood. The staff and who seemed to be Jungkook, sat lifelessly bound by their legs and arms in chairs in a perfect line. “Where’d come from?” Unable to speak you stared into the glossed eyes of people you once called friends. “Where’d you fucking come from!” Your mouth dried nervously, unsure what to answer...“Bed-bedroom ups-stairs.” They shared a look with each other, the only visible feature being their eyes. “Well you see these dunces doll...they lied...you won’t do that huh?” You shook your head, “Jungkook...he doesn’t lie.” They all laughed in frenzy. “No but he sure does fight back, don’t do that either...c’mon over here princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” You stepped only one step closer, in fear of getting near the corpses. “Alright, heard...who are you?” Fiddling with your shirt you looked to your toes. “C’mon baby answer honestly or I’ll have to...sit you down.” You looked up, hot tears piercing your eyes begging to fall. “I’m y/n...Joon’s girlfriend.” Nodding in approval, someone in the back butted in. “He fuck you good?”You sniffled, looking back and forth between the few of them. “Don’t answer that, we don’t give a fuck about that....here’s the real test, where’s Namjoon hiding hmm?”

Oh, that’s easy, “Joon...he’s at work.” Scoffing in disbelief he reached behind him into his back pocket. “One more time cutie, where’s your little boyfriend.” Wide eyed your mouth quivered with no words. “I told you he’s at work.” He turned to his darkly dressed men “get a fucking chair, you y/n go sit in it.” You turned to run, a gun shot landed above you dry wall crumbling. “Sit your tight ass in that chair, or the next bullet will be buried in your chest.” Frozen in your tracks, you knew siting would land you right where Jungkook was. “Kim Namjoon is at work you won’t find him here!” Shaken you peered over your shoulder.

“Okay...okay, where does he work huh?” You turned back towards the stairs. “Uhm...I-I I’m not sure...big business I think, he has suits and a home office and people p-people follow him-” your rambling in cold sweat was cut short by the sound of bullets ricocheting along the cement walls. “Get out of the fucking way you dense bitch!” Unable to see your hero you rushed past him bolting away as quick as you could, blinded by tears. Eventually you fumbled into someone. “Hey hey y/n you hurt?” “JOONIE!” You climbed him his voice mesmerizing you. “Joonie it was disgusting, joonie please help.” The commotion still echoing in the wash room, Joon took his large hands over your ears guiding you upstairs into your shared room.

Finally silence to comfort you a wave of anger rushed over you as you processed your situation. Your ears pulsating. “Y/n...I’m so sorry princess.” All you could do was fall back onto the bare mattress. “Please do- who are they?” He sighed rubbing the back of his neck. “Business rivals.” He leans a leg on the maters caressing your thigh. “Joon don’t fucking lie I almost died.” He swatted your exposed tummy. “Hey don’t talk to me like that y/n.” Tears of anger replacing fear, “is this a game to you am I a damn toy to you...Joon I know you’re not telling me the truth and it hurts.”

He sat on the bed with an aggravated groan, you laid back staring at the smooth ceiling. “Y/n it’s best if you don’t know.” “Joon I’ll leave. Tonight i almost got my brai-” he darkly chuckled cutting you off “and to where, c’mon where?” You breathed deeply with anger. “I’ll- uhm...” “I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, face it you’d be fucked over without me.” You rolled over, you could scream your figure shook in frustration. “I’ve pulled you in and treated you like a queen and you want to leave because you had to dodge a bullet?” “Please stop, Joon I’m leaving.” You sat up only to be pushed down, “you’ll die without me bitch, there are eyes on you, you take one step out of my house your just as good bounty as me.” What bullshit has this motherfucker pulled you into.

“Plus I’ve had you here, dumbed you down so much you can’t even shower right, let alone live alone, I feed your ass, wipe your ass, clean your disgusting ass, dress you, protect you, service waiting on you every damn hour of the day...fuck you how you please never how I please and yet you wanna go?!” Tears spilled from you, he straddled you peering maliciously, never has Joon spoken to you this way.

In surprise the door swung open, making your stomach drop, Yoongi’s face speckled red. “Joon it’s Guk he’s dead.” “Get out.” His voice flat no emotion present Yoongi obliged slamming the door on his way. “You even got one of my men-” “no.” You earned a slap like no other for cutting him off “I’ve trained you so much better, so much better than to cut me off and to snitch on me...I was at work huh...they wouldn’t find me here huh?” You couldn’t respond, the left side of your face throbbing from the assault. “Once I caught word of the invasion I check the cameras for you and low and behold your mouth never fucking shut...saving yourself? Fucking cunt.” You looked away from his accusing gaze.

“No words? Just how I like you...now be a good girl, apologize.” “I love-e you joo-nie I’m sorry.” You recite from memory. “I love you too, don’t ever disobey me again, and don’t you dare try to leave if you do, I’ll blow the little brains you have let by myself.” Tears pooled your face causing him to smirk. “Remember I own you, everything you are, everything you want, everything you believe, is mine to keep.”

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nohoney · 3 years

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Eyes lit

notes: Artist Keigo is something I did not know I needed until I made my own dumb paintings lol. Title credit from Crimewave by Crystal Castles

characters: Hawks/Keigo Takami

warnings: 18+, artist!Hawks, drug use, minor choking

summary:

You see swirls of purples and greens forming spirals that you’ve never thought of before, dancing like glitter being blown in the wind and then suddenly you see white. You’re thinking in tones of purples and pinks, they pulse and shine against a wall of white and now you’re thinking of Valentine’s day.

The blanket is pulled from over your head and you look up into golden honey eyes, they look even brighter and you swear that they glow as you look up into them. “You having fun under there babe?”

I’m not an artist, I don’t know how to paint. You told him, intimidated initially when you walked into his apartment and saw a box of paints along with two small easels. The only painting you’ve done was just with your fingers back in elementary school when you were a child, how were you supposed to paint alongside someone who’s a fucking art major who’s got a whole portfolio to backup his experience? But Keigo eased your worries, told you that there’s no need to be intimidated at all.

“You don’t have to worry at all about being good or anything like that dove. The trip will tell you what to paint.”

“It’s gonna look like shit when the trip is over Keigo.”

“Don’t say that dove, art is subjective. Trust me, when you’re on you won’t care as much.” He touches the small of your back and leads you towards the dinner table, “And besides, you might really like what you make in the end.”

“I don’t know what I want to paint.”

“The trip will tell you what to paint, you’ll see.”

Keigo has you sit down to eat first, just takeout pizza from a nearby restaurant along with some breadsticks. Barbecue chicken with a side of ranch, he doesn’t like pepperoni pizza at all. His first choice was fried chicken or wings but that’s damn near what you eat with him almost all the time so this is his compromise. He’s got a little basket of snacks and candy on his kitchen countertop, prepared ahead of time for tonight along with a plastic container of red and green grapes already washed.

“I don’t like grapes Keigo.”

“Trust me, you’ll be grateful to those grapes when you’re on dove.”

He brought out a plastic baggie from his fridge and set out the contents of it onto a wooden chopping board, watching as he broke up the small pieces carefully with a knife. You heard that acid comes in forms of little blotter paper or that people put a drop of it into sugar cubes and dissolve it in water to micro dose someone. Keigo cuts two pieces of what look like little window panes, very small fragments and when you inspect them closer, it almost looks as if there’s little gold flakes inside the gelatin.

“When will I know it’s kicking in?” you ask him, looking down at the tiny piece that sits in the palm of your hand. Such a small little thing that’s apparently a strong hallucinogenic, Keigo’s told you before that he’s felt his sensations cross over like hearing colors or seeing sounds. You had no idea what he spoke of but the best way to find out is to give it a try. “How long will it take?”

Keigo’s fixing up the easels in front of the couch, has blankets ready and is putting a video playlist up on his television. “Depends on the person but most of the time it tends to kick in after half an hour or so. You’ll know when you’re on, you’ll see it.” he explains.

You look around Keigo’s apartment, paintings he made himself hung up on the walls of his home. Most of his paintings were done sober but he’s got a few framed up that he’s particularly proud of that he made when he went on acid trips. He’s already such an amazing artist, certain pictures on his walls capturing your attention and invoking particular emotions from you. You’ve seen Keigo color match your sweater in just a mere manner of seconds, sampling little bits of paints and combining them until the hues matched exactly what you were wearing. And there’s you, just a mere amateur when it came to the arts. But Keigo assures you again that it’s not about making something ‘good’, it’s just there for you to have fun with it. He’s got canvases of all shapes and sizes for you to work with and that even though he’ll be on too, he’s definitely going to take care of you for your first trip.

You trust Keigo, it’s just the canvases and the paints that make you nervous.

He stands in front of you, smiling gently before leaning down to kiss you. His lips are soft, just a hint of vanilla you taste off his mouth because you let him borrow your chapstick earlier, and it’s so tender the way he holds your cheek in his hand that your heart flutters in your chest and butterflies tickle the inside of your tummy. You feel a little flustered when he pulls back, blonde hair swept back stylishly and a lazy grin on his face as he holds his own tab in between his fingertips.

“Cheers!”

The little tab goes underneath your tongue and you’re just supposed to wait for it to dissolve.

So Keigo puts on the playlist and the two of you talk for a little bit before moving to the art stations. “Choose whatever colors you want dove, choose the colors that you think will speak to you.”

You squeeze certain colors you think you want to work with into your little plastic palette, making sure to shake the bottles first and filling all the little spaces that’s meant to hold the paint. Keigo easily chooses the paints he knows he’s going to work with to start himself off and sets himself in front of his easel. He wears a simple red hoodie and gray sweats, comfortable loungewear for the next few hours and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t notice the print of his cock sometimes when he swiveled his hips a certain way. You wear pajamas pants and one of your soft sweaters, a gentle shade of lilac, perfect for keeping you warm on this rainy night.

You know you’ll be exhausted by the end of it, deciding to take acid for the first time overnight but at least you’ll have the next two days to recover.

And you’ll have Keigo as well.

He makes easy conversation with you, talking about how his week was and in turn asking how yours was. You look down at the paints in your palette as you talk back and forth with him, forcing yourself to not wonder how much time has passed. Your phone is by the kitchen table, placed face down so that you don’t obsess over the time so you try to measure the amount of time has passed based on the time of the videos playing on the television. Yet you start to care less about the time as you actually start to get caught up in the paints in front of you, experimenting and pleasantly surprised with how you came up with such a pretty violet color. You point it out to Keigo, stupidly excited over it but he smiles and agrees with you. “Such a pretty color dove, but not as pretty as you.”

His words make the butterflies flutter in your stomach again but you say nothing, turning back to your canvas and picking up a brush. For a few minutes you just stare back and forth between the paint and the white canvas, wondering how you should start off. Keigo obviously sees you concentrating too hard and reminds you, “Don’t think about it too hard, just paint and see what happens.”

Okay... so in other words, just do it.

So you take a deep breath, dip your brush in the paint, and make a single stripe at the very top edge of the canvas.

“See? Not so scary.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s not!” You squeak out, still embarrassed but a little less intimidated now that you actually started it. You’re not exactly sure what you’ll do with it but there’s no harm in just winging it.

Hm... wings...

You glance over to Keigo, one of his sleeves rolled up and his tattoo visible on his forearm. It’s a detailed wing on his forearm inked in only black, the very tip of it extended towards his elbow and he’s got a matching one on his other forearm as well. You remember the first time you saw them and how Keigo let you run your fingers over his tattoo, watching in amusement over how fascinated you were.

Back to your canvas, you see the sheen of the fresh paint on the white canvas and decide to add more to it. Maybe you’ll get inspired the more you add to it, thinking what colors compliment violet and what exactly you could create. Over the next few minutes you just continue painting the violet further onto the surface of the canvas, looking down briefly at the black paint that’s also in your palette and wonder if you could try painting a mountain. You recall plenty of times looking up at the sky when you were done hiking and just in awe of the colors of the sunset, hues of purples and reds and orange that invoked a certain feeling in your chest.

A sunset... a sunset!

Easy enough yeah?

You just have to add red, orange, yellow, probably a touch of blue... some clouds would be nice too.

So you spread more of the purple across the canvas, concentrating hard at first before realizing something. “Keigo?”

“Yes dove?”

“I think my painting is breathing.”

Keigo laughs from his side and you feel his hand ruffle your hair affectionately.

You look hard at your canvas and swear that you can see the paint inhale and exhale, the veins of the paint pulse in the painting. Wait... veins? You don’t remember painting anything like that, all you did was just cover part of the canvas to get you started. The longer you stare at the canvas, you swear that you can see the paint drip down slightly, the canvas inflating and deflating, and hidden designs on the untouched parts of the white canvas.

The acid had finally hit.

“Keigo... I think I’m on.” you say as you dip your brush into the water cup to wash off the violet, this time into the yellow paint and haphazardly brushing it onto the canvas before switching over to the bright red without washing off the yellow. You think how powerful the color red is, how strong and overpowering it is on the canvas and you tell Keigo, “I think you’d look gorgeous with red wings Keigo.”

Keigo is concentrated on his own canvas but he does glance over to you and smiles how you’re suddenly so into painting when you were so reluctant at first when you walked into his studio. He watches you blend the red into the yellow, wondering what exactly is inspiring you and what your finished product will be. “Ah how interesting dove, you comparing me to an angel?”

“Angel wings are white, I said your wings would be red.”

“Why red?”

You shrug your shoulders as you brush some blue onto the violet on the top of the canvas, blending the blue and violet together. “I don’t know, just suits you a lot... I wore wings last year, I was an angel last year for Halloween.”

“You dressed like an angel last year for Halloween, you certainly didn’t act like one.”

Suddenly the memory of last year’s Halloween comes rushing to the front of your memory and you begin to giggle, needing to set your brush down and have your little giggle fit; he was very right, drunk shenanigans in your angelic costume while holding White Russians with your friends surfacing to your mind. You don’t know why you’re so amused but you are, leaning back against the couch and curling yourself into a ball. You pull the blanket over your shoulders, pulling the bottom corners into your lap and you look down in awe. You swear that even though you’re sitting still, the blanket looks like it’s pulsing as well and you can see the small fibers of it sticking out from the surface. You can’t help but pick at one and hold it in between your fingertips, staring for a few seconds before releasing it.

Moving to lie on your side, you press your cheek into the couch cushion and stare at the painting you just started. It looks weird right now, purple on top with yellow and red in the middle but you’re determined that you’re going to paint that sunset!

You look over towards Keigo, seeing that he started off his canvas a golden yellow at first and is brushing a crimson red on top of it as well. It sort of reminds you of fire and you wonder what he’s seeing. You pull the blanket over your head, sheltering you from the bright lights of the room and you stare at your own hands right in front of your face. Every line and wrinkle is moving, like they’re switching places on you and you ‘ooh’ quietly. When you shut your eyes, it’s not a straight darkness you see like when you close your eyes and go to bed. You see swirls of purples and greens forming spirals that you’ve never thought of before, dancing like glitter being blown in the wind and then suddenly you see white. You’re thinking in tones of purples and pinks, they pulse and shine against a wall of white and now you’re thinking of Valentine’s day.

The blanket is pulled from over your head and you look up into golden honey eyes, they look even brighter and you swear that they glow as you look up into them. “You having fun under there babe?” Keigo asks you, clearly amused to have looked back and saw you as just a lump under his blanket. “Yeah, looks like you’re having fun.”

“Hehehe... yeah.” you smile up at him, pushing some of your hair back from your face. You look as he presents a single red grape to you, drops of water still on it to let you know that it had just been washed and while grapes weren’t your favorite fruit to eat, somehow they looked so appetizing in that moment. You open your mouth and Keigo places the fruit into your mouth, chomping down and it’s so juicy and firm and crunches so loud in your head that you moan as you chew.

Delicious, it’s delicious!

Keigo feeds you grapes every so often, whether you’re sitting in front of your canvas to continue painting, looking at the television and the visuals presented along with the music, get up to look at his other paintings that you think are whispering or waving to you, or when you decide to just stare at the tapestry he hung up in front of his balcony. You understand why tie dye is so appealing to look at now, you know for sure it’s not the wind making the tapestry move, the colors waving at you and you try to reach into the tapestry, your fingertips just barely grasping the colors in front of you.

“How long has it been Keigo?” you ask as you continue to look at the tapestry.

“It’s almost eleven, so it’s been three hours since we took it.”

Wow, three hours...

You’re not sure how the passage of time is feeling for you, everything is looking warped and you suppose that your sense of time is included in that as well.

You feel hands under your armpits and your lifted up to your feet, leaning back and touching the arms that hold you securely. The tattooed wings on Keigo’s forearm, the feathers look as if they’re rustled, they look like they need to be preened. It’s important for birds to preen their feathers so that their wings look presentable. “Okay dove, time for a bathroom break. Think you’ll need my help?”

No, you’re a big girl, of course you can go to the bathroom yourself.

Though you do have to ask Keigo to hold your hand, looking down at the floor and not trusting your own feet. It’s like you’re looking through a fish eye lens, like the floor seems so much wider and closer to you. Keigo says something to you when he drops you off at the bathroom but you don’t hear him, humming absently and you close the door. You do your business and wash your hands, using the nearby hand towel to dry off your hands and then you look up at the mirror.

You lean forward and inspect your pupils, they’re blown up and you think you can see shifting colors in your iris. You really are on, pulling back and inspecting your reflection. Now you feel like you’re caught, not sure if you recognize the person who’s looking back at you and... and... is the shower curtain moving towards you? Is that really you in the mirror? Your hair is never this mussed up and the color of your shirt you always liked before but why did it look so weird on you now?

“Dove, I’m coming in.” Keigo announces and slowly pushes open the door so that he doesn’t catch you in any indecent state. But he sees you just staring intently at your reflection and just comes up behind you, pressing his front to your back and tilting your head back to look at him. “Ah got caught looking at yourself in the mirror huh? S’alright, the first time I did acid apparently I spent a half hour just looking at my own reflection too.”

His eyes are the color of honey and you think you can suddenly taste it in your mouth, you imagine it. “Your eyes are pretty.”

“You’re pretty.”

But you shake your head at the compliment and ask, “Did I always look so weird Keigo?” you ask him, reaching one hand up and brushing the tips of your fingers along his stubble.

“No you never look weird, you’re always so cute.” he reassures you, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Go back to the living room, lemme have my bathroom break and I’ll join you in a hot minute.”

“Don’t fall in the mirror.” you say absently as you walk out the bathroom and shut the door. You hold onto anything you can to help balance you, the floorboards beneath your feet look as if they’re trying to trip you up but you manage on your own to make your way back to your spot on the couch, staring at your unfinished painting.

What... what was I making again?

Violet, blue, red, yellow... oh yeah, the sunset.

Keigo really was right when he said that trip would decide what you would paint.

You don’t hear the bathroom door open but you look up as Keigo comes into your vision and ask, “How do I make clouds?”

“How do you mean? Like how clouds are made in the sky? Well you see clouds are made of water droplets that are so small that they’re able to stay in the air. You see the water vapor-” Keigo starts on what you know is a very educational lecture on clouds but you stop him with a whine, pointing to your canvas. “Oh... oh! You want to know how to paint clouds. Haha, sorry dove!”

Keigo makes himself comfortable right behind you, your bodies once again pressed to one another as he hands you the palette of paint and picks up a different paint brush has you hold it in your own hand but he covers it with his own; you’ll hold the brush while he controls your movements. So he dips the paint brush in the white paint, also adding in a touch of red that almost makes it pink and you gasp. It’s not gonna go together! you think but Keigo hushes you, tells you to just trust him. And although you’re watching how he dabs the paintbrush onto your canvas, you’re not really perceiving the process. One minute it’s a messy slate of purple, yellow and red and then boom suddenly there are clouds that actually create a picture. “Ah you were trying to make a sunset, I can see why you wanted to paint clouds. Very creative, I’m proud of you!”

“I did that?”

“You did!”

He praises you as if you were a child doing it for the first time... though you actually are painting for the first time and honestly it actually is coming out pretty nice, though it’s only thanks to the help of Keigo. So you look back at him, pressing your lips against briefly and whisper out, “Thank you.”

Returning back to his canvas, you decide that you can continue painting on your own. You close your eyes and try to remember any memory that contains a sunset, whether it was through your own eyes or perhaps looking at images on the internet. You try your hardest, your mind producing more interesting shapes and patterns of colors that almost distract you but you’re going to pain that sunset damn it! So you blend the colors on the canvas, adding in more tones of violet and purple towards the bottom to cover up the blank spots. You thought about adding in a mountain or some trees but you feel that’s much too advanced for you to attempt, though you know that you can ask Keigo again but he already helped you once. Now you were determined to do another by yourself.

You ask if you can have another canvas and Keigo gets up to the little pile of untouched ones. When he hands you one and ask if it’s a good size, it’s a question you can really answer because the way he holds it out to you makes it seem to long. And realizing that your perception is altering the way you look at the canvas, he holds it upright for you and you ask for something a little bigger.

Carefully setting aside the sunset painting... whoa it’s like the clouds are really moving!

Focus.

You set up the new blank canvas in front of you, wondering what to make next.

“Ah I almost forgot, I got this for you too while I was at the craft store.” Keigo tells you as he brings up the box paints, holding out a tube of-

“Ooooh... glitter.” you awe at the opalescent colors, holding it against the light to see sheens of white and pink and purple. You’re not sure if it’s the acid or not but it looks extra pretty and you shake the little tube in your hand.

“Have fun with it just uh... make sure to not get too messy.”

You could imagine such pretty colors like the stars and them falling into your eyes... oh, you could make a starry night for your next painting. So you enthusiastically brush more violet and blue onto the new canvas along with a touch of black to make a dark sky. The canvas breathes at you and you think that the more color you add to it, you think you can hear it sigh in relief. You blend it all together and wonder what else you could add to it. You drift to the palette and zero in on the white paint, exchanging your current paint brush for a smaller one, dipping it into the white paint and just making little dots here and there to represent the stars. Then you open the tube of fine glitter and you’re particularly giddy; your painting is going to be amazing, it’s going to look exactly like the night sky... no even better! It’ll be like the cosmos!

You must have been a little overzealous with the glitter on your painting because Keigo nudges a towel just right underneath your easel and you feel him pat down your feet.

Careful with the edges of the painting since it’s still wet, you gently shake off any of the excess glitter and then lean back to really inspect it. In the moment it really looks like a beautiful starry sky and you think that you can literally see shooting stars in it, so sparkly and pretty in the moment. You pull the blanket back over your body and crawl your way to Keigo’s side of the couch, sitting behind him and perching your chin atop his shoulder. Weird, you could have sworn that when he first started painting he started off with yellow and red, he’s painting over it with blue and green now. “Keigo, what are you painting?”

“I don’t know. I started off thinking about fire at first and then all of a sudden I just started putting green and blue together... I think I might have been either thinking about the ocean or the forest... I forget.” Keigo explains, still not stopping his paint brush over the surface. You guess that even artists start off sometimes nonsensical too and that they don’t always have a clear idea how their end product might come out. But you still admire it anyway, reaching your hand out and loosely holding onto his wrist. His arms look even longer from where you’re looking and yet he’s sitting so close to his painting at the same time.

Perception sure is a strange thing when you’re on.

He smells nice, pressing your nose into his neck and breathing in his cologne, humming in delight and pressing yourself even closer to him.

Now you’re not exactly the bold type, every once in a while you’ve decided to make the first move but most of the time you let others give you the signal first before you flirt back. Already you and Keigo have been seeing each other for a few weeks, a few dates here and there but you’ve yet to progress anything spicier than a few make outs and maybe some teasing touches. So it comes as a surprise to him when you drag a hand down from his chest and let it rest in between his spread legs, groaning when you lick the shell of his ear and nibble on it. “B-Babe... we’re supposed to be... to be...”

“Painting? That canvas isn’t the only thing you can paint Keigo.” you whisper in his ear, feeling for his cock in his gray sweats and pleased that you can feel that he’s getting hard. You form your hand over his cock and stroke it through the sweats while your other hand drags over his arm, still stretched out towards the painting but now his arm is tense. “For example... you can paint me with your cum. Inside or out, I’ll let the artist decide.”

Keigo sets down his paint brush and his palette before tugging you to his bed.

It’s dark in his room when he shuts the door but you’re quickly put on the surface of his bed. You can hear him fiddling around somewhere in the corner of the room and then red light fills the room, it’s pretty basic of him to own those strip lights seeing as you’ve had more than a few friends decorate their room with it too but now isn’t the time to critique the mood lighting. You do have to wonder why the color red, why not just put on the regular ceiling lights?

He’s on you once the lights are on, pulling off your pajama bottoms and setting them to the side for the time being. Spreading your legs open, Keigo starts off with kissing the inside of your thighs and slowly goes up higher. Your panties are still on but you moan softly when he kisses your pussy through the cotton, then it’s up to your belly button, pushing your sweater up along with the soft bra you decided to wear tonight as stops to pay attention to your breasts, nipples perked up to the cold air along with the way Keigo flicks his tongue over them. While he sucks hickies onto your breasts, you run your hand through his hair and look up at the ceiling, you think you can hear the flap of a bird’s wings and think something flutters from the corner of your eye. “K-Keigo... is it okay for us to do this while we’re on?”

“You’re safe babe, I’m here.” he assures you as he helps tug off your sweater over your head. “Just focus on me, I’ve done this before.”

Oh great, he didn’t just allude that he’s fucked other people on acid before did he?

Keigo seems to catch his choice of words and grinds his clothed cock against your panties and gives you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I just mean that sometimes sex on acid can be a precarious thing to engage in, I just wanna let you know that I got you.” he presses the pad of his thumb where he guesses your clit is. “You trust me yeah?”

Yeah, I do.

“How about a little art lesson for ya? That’ll help get you in the mood and you’ll learn something interesting.” Keigo takes off his sweats and his underwear, leaving you the only one who’s almost naked in the room. The music still plays from the living room, smooth guitar and easy beats still reach your ears. “You wanna know why I made the lights red? Red provokes the strongest emotion and is considered the warmest and most contradictory of the colors. Can you tell me some things you think of when you think of the color red?”

Apples, firetrucks, blood.

“Red is one of the most visible colors in the spectrum, its the kind of color that’s an attention grabber which is why it’s used to warn people of danger. Red can convey a sense of danger,” Keigo explains this while he pets you through your panties, it’s almost leisurely the way he does it but he can see how you quiver underneath his touch. “but it’s also associated with excitement, that even sometimes just being exposed to the color can cause elevated blood pressure and heart rate.”

Your heart rate is certainly up right now and it’s not just because of the acid.

You feel Keigo pull your panties to the side and easily glide a finger in but he wants something in return as well, “Spit in your hand and stroke my cock.”

As you stroke Keigo and he gently fingers you, he continues on about his lesson on the color red. “So along with danger, excitement, there’s also aggression and dominance. There’s not exactly a clear reason why red is associated with dominance, maybe it just goes hand in hand with feeling aggressive, perhaps also representing power as well.”

“K-Kei... please get to the point!” you whine, sitting up with one hand braced on the bed while the other continues to stroke him. He’s added another finger and you notice that he’s put a little bit more vigor in his actions. “Please won’t you just-”

“Most of all though, my little bird,” Keigo continues over you but you can take a guess where this ‘art lesson’ is going by the way his lips quirk up and how is voice drops. “red is also linked to passion, love, and desire, that it’s apparently a very attractive color. You remember what color you wore the first time we met?”

“You... you saying that you only liked me ‘cause I was wearing red?” you ask, a breathy laugh leaving your lips but then whine as Keigo strokes your g-spot and you almost dropped back onto the bed but he’s quick to catch you. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you and winds it around your waist to pull you flush against him and settles you in his lap, your hand trapped between your bodies but you continue to jerk his cock despite the limited space.

Keigo chuckles along with you, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck and give you a gentle bite. “Aha I’m just teasing you dove, it was your cute face I saw first and besides, you weren’t wearing a red shirt when we first met... You were wearing red panties, I remember seeing them when you bent over in that short little black dress.”

“You’re embarrassing.” you mumble, adjusting yourself so that you hover over his cock, slapping the head of it against your clit. “And that wasn’t an art lesson, that was more like color psychology.”

“You still learned something, did you not?”

You cup Keigo’s cheeks in your hands, kissing him briefly and pull back to tell him, “I’m not looking to learn anything except how your cock feels inside me.”

So you brace your arms around Keigo’s shoulders, sighing as he eases himself into you slowly. His hands hold your ass, gently lifting you off his cock and then easing you down again to take him further, repeating the process until his girth was sheathed all the way inside you. You gasp together, you at his size and him at your tightness, hands all over each other and you’re wondering where his body begins and yours ends. Whatever other cocks you had inside you before, they’ve never felt like this when they first entered you.

And then the two of you are moving in sync with one another, holding each other’s gaze, just barely able to see the reflection of each other in your blown out pupils. You can’t really see the honey gold of his eyes thanks to the lights but you you think you can taste it still, every time you just taste that sweet nectar when you look into Keigo’s eyes. It must mean how sweet he is, that must be why his eyes are colored like that.

He’s sweet like honey.

Again, you hear the flap of a bird’s wings even though you know the bedroom window isn’t open.

It’s slow and sensual at first, sex on acid is something more heightened, something indescribable behind the sensations as you lean back slightly to roll your hips while you meet Keigo’s thrusts. Your hands locked behind his neck and your head lolling back, a sensual sigh from you when you feel a hand go to your throat. A breathy ‘yes’ spills from your lips as the pads of the fingers carefully press at the sides of your neck; feels good, feels so good...

Suddenly you’re pushed onto your back, gasping in surprise at first and then uninhibited moans as he viciously fucks you. And what can you do but take it, take all of it, peering at him through the haze of pleasure and the peak of your high when you see it.

Bright red wings spreading from Keigo’s back, brighter than the lights, the feathers ruffle and seem to groan alongside him, he’s losing himself in this carnal moment, bracing himself over you and the wings coming forward as well. You feel floaty, almost as if the wings are carrying you themselves, you think you can feel feathers tickle your skin while Keigo’s hands have your hands pinned above your head, your ankles locking just right above his buttocks.

It feels like the sex is lasting forever, that as fast and hard Keigo pumps into you it feels never ending. In truth you don’t know how much time has actually passed, just that the passage of time seems longer. But it feels good, you feel one with Keigo and even just the slightest clench of your fingers intertwined with his feels even more intimate. His panting, your whimpers, the music, the lights, the flapping of the wings, and you crying out his name.

Even as you clench your eyes shut, swirling patterns of hues of red dance behind your eyelids. They seem to move in time with Keigo’s tempo, every slap of his hips connecting with your body, they respond accordingly. You feel one of his hands drawn down from your neck, past your breasts, giggling when he goes over your belly button, and groan when he plays with your clit.

He praises you, tells you how good you’re doing even though you’re just lying there and taking it, you try to participate by rolling your hips up to meet his but his power is just too overwhelming. “Kei... Kei... go, it feels so good...!”

You wriggle your other hand free from his and pull him down, practically hugging him and bringing him even closer, eyes shut hard as he goes into double time. His face is pushed into your neck, breathing hard into it and you think you can hear his wings flapping even harder. His hands hold your waist, just lifting you up slightly so that your back slightly arches.

Soft skin against rough hands.

“Where you going to paint your cum Keigo?” you ask, your lips just barely brushing against the shell of his ear. “All over my face? My tits? Maybe... even turn me around and blow it all over my back?”

“Fuck! Keep talking like that! ’M gonna cum dove... I’m gon’a cum!”

You push him back just enough and once again cup his face in your hands, “Look at me when you cum.”

Jittery nods of his head, he’ll absolutely obey anything you want as long as you don’t let him leave inside of you. All over your face would be so nice, your tits even nicer, he hasn’t pulled out to cum on someone’s back in months but fuck when you mention it, it’s so fucking enticing. But nothing beats when it’s oozing out, like ice cream melting on a hot day as it drips so he has to ask you if it’s okay. “Babe... can I paint you inside babe?”

Does an artist even have to ask permission to paint their canvas?

“Yeah... paint me white inside.”

And that’s all permission he needs, a few harsh thrusts and he cums with you, his cum shooting inside you while you gush around him, almost like it’s trying to push him out. But he stays inside you, his visit isn’t over quite yet, he doesn’t want to leave, not when he feels so connected with you.

You catch your breath, blinking your bleary eyes and see all of those red feathers slowly leave Keigo’s back. You don’t know how many there are, maybe two hundred or something like that, but you watch them leave one by one, almost as if they’re each being controlled individually. You think Keigo is the one that’s dismissing the feathers and you reach out towards them; you never got the chance to touch them.

Hands sliding down his back, you express a mild disgust over how sweaty Keigo is, “Ew... take a shower.”

“Only if you come with me.” Keigo chuckles pushing himself off you but wiping at your forehead as well. Geez, you hadn’t even realized you sweated too.

So the two of you stand under the warm shower spray, he lathers his shampoo and conditioner into your hair first, washing it out for you before you return the favor for him. You note how even more intimate this is compared to the sex before, looking up into his eyes and you give each other an endearing smile. The peak has been passed and now the acid will ease off, already things look a little less distorted and the intense distortions don’t feel like they used to when you first started.

“How are my eyes dove? Getting lost in them?” Keigo chuckles but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer, choosing to kiss you instead. “Did you mind that our first time was on acid?”

“No, it was good.” you tell him as you draw a single line on his collarbone with the tip of your finger. “I can’t wait to have regular, sober sex with you.”

“Hehe, I hope it compares well to my first performance.”

“I don’t know,” you singsong to him, “maybe you set the bar too high having first time on acid.”

“Well don’t say that now.”

The two of you laugh together, he playfully pushes your head but pulls you back in for another kiss. The water runs down both of your bodies and you pull back, looking down at the ground. Keigo thinks that you’re looking down at his cock and that you might be up for another round but you look back up at him and ask, “My feet are like a million miles away... have I always been this tall?”

You dry up together and change into clean clothes, returning to the easels and you’re surprised that the television still is playing music from the playlist. After so long without having your phone, you check the time to see that it’s well into two in the morning and it’s no wonder that you feel tired, not just from the sex but how late it was as well.

You curl up onto the couch while Keigo still works on his painting, the last thing you see were your sunset painting alongside the starry night one, the clouds shifting on one and the other still sparkles with shooting stars.

━━━━✧

“Ugh, I told you that they’d look like shit when the trip is over.”

“Don’t say that, they look fantastic.”

You hold up both of their canvases and each hand, looking deadpan at him with tired eyes. “This one looks like I just puked glitter on it and the only part of this one that is good are the clouds that you helped me paint!” you sigh out and look down at each of the paintings. You knew it, you weren’t an artist after all and you had thought that you did such a good job last night.

Keigo takes your starry night painting and brings it over to the sink, banging the edge of it gently a few times to shake off any glitter that didn’t dry on the paint before handing it back to you. “See, now it looks a little less like glitter puke and I have to tell you this dove, but you painted those clouds yourself.”

Huffing at him, you set down the starry night painting and look down at your sunset painting. “Keigo, I know I was on last night but you for sure helped me paint the clouds. I remember that part pretty clearly, don’t try to treat me like I’m a kid and say some bullshit to make me feel better.”

“I helped you get started but I saw that you picked it up on your own and you painted the rest of it yourself, I swear.”

“Keigo-”

He stops you with a soft call of your name and even though the two of you are tired as hell and feel disassociated from your own bodies and personalities, something tugs in your heart that way he says your name. “I’m serious, I helped you start making the clouds but you actually got the hang of it and watched you do it yourself. I told you the trip would tell you what to paint and you did it!”

You still look disbelieving at him, swearing that you thought you felt his hand help you paint last night. But then again, you also thought you saw one of his paintings of a balloon flying away too so maybe he might be telling the truth. It’s a little hard to discern what were your actions that actually happened versus what was in your mind. Much like the wings you thought he sprouted when the two of you had sex.

“Can you just show me yours? I fell asleep before I could see what you made.” He hands you his own canvas and you stare hard at it, looking back and forth between him and the painting in your hands. “Did you make another one last night?”

“Nope, I used that one canvas the entire night.”

“Didn’t you start off painting it with yellow and red? How did you end up with,” you turn the painting around to show him, “painting this?”

Delicate pinks and purples dotted just right to look like wisteria flowers and a big tree trunk in the very center of it. It just wasn’t fair that he was so good at conceptualizing these kinds of things. You have to wonder if he just had a natural talent for it or if it was something he honed over time. Either way, you know he didn’t get that art degree for nothing.

Keigo chuckles and sets aside his painting. “I looked at your sweater last night and thought I saw wisteria flowers sprouting out, I got my inspiration from you. Also you seemed really into the color purple last night so that helped too. Although you did also give me an idea last night too.” he takes your hand in his, pulling you close to him and reaches one hand underneath your shirt, his palm resting on the small of your back. “That whole ‘paint me thing’ you said yesterday... I was wondering if one day you’d let me paint on you?”

You tilt your head to the side, “What do you mean?”

“Like... just let me paint on your body one day. I can get those body friendly paints and just make a picture on you.” Keigo explains with a sheepish smile coming onto his face despite how tired he looks. “It kinda turned on me on last night when you said you wanted me to paint you inside and I just thought ‘well what if I actually did?’ But not with my cum I mean, though I wouldn’t mind that either.“

The thought of laying down for Keigo while he does such a thing, it sounds quite intimate. You look into his eyes, his pupils still a little wide but it’s only a few more hours for the acid to exit your bodies. It was intense last night but you were glad to have done it with Keigo and even though you think the art you did last night is sort of crap now, you can’t deny that it was sort of fun to do it still.

Your paintings lay to the side, his own stupidly good wisteria painting sitting alongside your glittered starry night and sunset painting. Strange how your eyes perceived everything last night from elongated lengths, the dynamically changing colors you saw when you shut your eyes, you felt everything alive around rather than thinking of the furniture as mere static objects, the red wings and feather you swore you felt against your skin when Keigo fucked his cock into you, everything was beautiful and you couldn’t have asked for a better first time.

You’d like to do it again.

“Can I dove? Can I paint on you one day?”

“... Yeah, I’d like that.”

#takami keigo x reader #takami x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #hawks smut #tw drugs

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bunnie-the-lighthouse · 3 years

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𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊

Pairing: ATEEZ Park Seong-Hwa & Reader

Warnings: It Is Very Long, I Curse At The End, And It’s Suggestive So . > .

Inspiration: This Was Actually Requested! (But I Added Some Of My Braincells So Some Of Them Were Sacrificed)

Requested By: @bonbonhwa -- Thank You So Much!~

Basic Idea: Anniversary!~~ Established Couple, First Time Having It.

Type: Fluff & Suggestive (First Time Doing A Combo!)

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“Hmm? Hyung, what are you doing?” Yun-Ho asked as he peaked and saw Seong-Hwa entering a few websites. He didn’t see them clearly but his eyes were able to catch the silhouettes of notes, hearts, chocolates, hotel bedrooms, and flowers.

Seong-Hwa flinched and turned off his phone, placing it in his pocket while clearing his throat. His cheeks softly flushed with a shade of pink as Yun-Ho chuckled. “I see~ Is something special going on?” he asks as the elder nods.

“(Y/N) and I are going to celebrate our anniversary next week..” he responded while smiling softly, remembering the first time you both met. It was sort of anti climatic but it is definitely a good time to remember.

To summarize it, you guys get back in 2019. You were a foreign University Student studying in Japan and Seong-Hwa was there because of KCON. You both met accidentally when you bumped into him in a hotel -- he was staying there while you were there for a conference.

You guys were then friends for a very long time -- maybe three to four years. It proceeded until the day that he couldn’t take it anymore and kissed you.

Unfortunately, you were still unprepared as you believed that he already had some crush on another girl who was an idol. Plus, you were finishing your Bachelor’s Degree.

You did like him. A lot. He also did, which is why he was a bit discouraged by your reaction after the kiss -- shy and worried. You then expressed your worries and ended it with a joke; “Ask me to be your girlfriend on Christmas Day”. And he did so, taking your joke seriously. But that is how you both started dating.

“Interesting~~” Woo-Young hummed as the eldest sighed out, knowing that the youngers were going to tease him. “Does Manager already know about this?” Yun-Ho asked as Seong-Hwa nodded, “He does, I’m a bit sad that I won’t be able to celebrate Christmas with you guys and ATINY though..” he trailed off as Hong-Joong entered the room and patted his back.

“It’s ok, we all understand why Christmas is such an important date for you,” he comforted as the older smiled…

At Incheon Airport, Seong-Hwa was waiting for you. He was a bit impatient, looking around sporadically to see if he could spot you before you spot him. He looked down at the watch that you gave him the first time you celebrated his birthday.

He then looked up and saw you walking out, looking at the opposite side, seemingly looking for him too. He quickly walked over to you, and tapped your shoulder. You turned around, beamed and hugged him tightly as he chuckled at your reaction.

“Hwa!” you squeal as he hugs you back. Your head was leaning on his chest, making you hear his heart softly thump. He then petted your hair softly, wanting to kiss you but being unable to because of the mask that you both were wearing. “I missed you,” you coo as you look up to him, he then gives you a sweet eye smile -- the same eye smile that made you fall in love with him. “I missed you too, babygirl,” he whispers, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

You guys then reached an amusement park, Seong-Hwa’s Manager leaving your suitcases at the hotel. “C’mon,” Seong-Hwa called as he held your hand tightly, “I know you wanted to reminisce about your childhood and to have fun after your stressful exams,” he smiles as you fake cry. Your cry sounded real, making Seong-Hwa get worried, turning around to see you.

“Hwa!~~” you cried out, hugging him, making him notice how you were acting. He sighed in relief, flicking the top of your head softly, “Don’t scare me,” he chuckled as you laughed. “Thank you, Seong-Hwa,. I didn’t know what to get you..” you looked down as he looked at you with soft eyes.

“Baby.. Look at me,” he said while lifting your face up by your chin, “You being my side is already a gift,” finished, making you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. He softly gasped, as you caught him off guard. However, he quickly kissed you back, and later you pulled away -- holding his hand again. “Let’s go!~” you said excitedly as it had been a long time since you’ve had fun.

You guys went on a carousel, ate cotton candy, took a quick break while visiting an aquarium and even drank some hot chocolate in the cafe that was in it. As sunset came by, Seong-Hwa basically became a cuddle bear. He walked behind you while wrapping his long coat around you. Supposedly it was “too cold” for you, and even though you were fine with the cold, you didn’t say anything as you missed his hugs.

The last ride that you guys took was the Ferris Wheel. You knew about Seong-Hwa’s fear of heights, which is why you asked him if he really wanted to. “I want to, because I want you to be happy.” he said firmly, which made your heart skip a beat. You smiled at him as he rubbed your head softly.

In the Ferris Wheel, you sat beside Seong-Hwa, holding his hand all the time. As the capsule that you guys were in reached the very top, the sun shone right into you guys. You then took this chance to calm him down by kissing him sweetly.

He immediately responded, kissing you back with the same softness and passion, holding your hand ever so slightly tighter. You then used one hand to cup his cheek, the warmth of your hand making his heart burst in joy. You both then leaned on each other’s forehead, breathing out softly as the capsule slowly descended.

At the hotel room, you walked out of the bathroom, seeing Seong-Hwa in the bathrobe, drying his hair with a towel while the bed was covered with the petals of your favorite flower. “Hwa?” you asked as he smiled at you, “Do you like it?” he asked while patting the spot beside him.

You nodded, sitting behind him. “Let me dry your hair,” you said as he hummed. You then grabbed onto the towel, softly rubbing the water droplets off his hair. It was a silent and sweet moment, which was cut off shortly when Seong-Hwa turned around.

“.. You know I love you a lot.. Right?” he whispered as you nodded, slowly, fear creeping and engulfing your body. He then kissed your forehead, his left hand cupping your left cheek while his right hand guided your left hand to his heart. You felt it beating, quickly and strongly. You felt his aura go confident yet soft and fiery. You were confused.

He then smiled, “Is it ok.. If I make you mine.. Tonight?” he asked as it caught you off guard, making your cheeks feel heated. “H-Huh?” you questioned as he smiled, “Like this,” he whispered -- his lips connecting to yours like magnets. Fireworks went off in your hearts, the heat slowly rising as your lips danced like a waltz, in sync and gracefully.

He slowly pushed you back to the bed, pinning both of your hands with one of his. Kissing your neck and nibbling on it softly, making you gasp at the new feeling. He kept on kissing, trying to find your sweet spot. After a small second, he found it, making you moan out, feeling more fireworks burst in your heart.

He smiled against your neck, sucking on the spot to create a mark on you. “Seong-Hwa!~” you moaned out as he then pulled away, looking down at the bright red mark. “Are you okay?” he asked as you nodded. He then freed your hands from his grasp, ready to sit back up, feeling that you were unprepared.

However, you caught him before he left, wrapping your arms around his neck. You then looked away, a bit scared yet prepared. “Seong-Hwa.. Please?..” you whispered out, catching his attention. “Yes?” he teased as your cheeks felt heated. You closed your eyes, being unable to answer him. “So, I have your permission?” he whispered in your ear as you shivered from his breath.

“Yes..” you answered as he smiled. “Thank you for trusting me, babygirl,” he said, kissing your forehead softly while he untied your bathrobe’s ribbon. You squeaked, covering yourself before he parted the bathrobe. He chuckled at your reaction, “Don’t worry.. I won’t bite.. Do you want a safety word?” he asked as you gulped. “I.. I think I will be fine..” you whispered out as you slowly moved your hands away.

Seong-Hwa then cupped your left cheek, caressing your cheek and proceeding to kiss you again. His other hand massaged your tummy, making you feel the tingles. He then pulled away, his black marbles showcasing multiple emotions -- love, happiness, lust, and passion.

He untied his bathrobe, as you sat up, slipping out of yours. “I.. Want you,” you said confidently as he smiled.

“Babygirl, there aren’t enough words for me to express how much I love you.. This is only our second anniversary -- our second year of being a couple but I am sure that in the future, I want to be the man that puts that ring on your finger and call you my wife.. Are you ready, my love?..” ..

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Hello~~ I am finally back momentarily lol.

I had a rough two weeks because of Quarter Exams and I had multiple mental and emotional breakdowns but I was able to push myself back up so it’s all good.

For the person that requested it, I hope you enjoyed it! It was a bit hard to combine both the Fluff and Suggestive -- I tried my best!

(Please also bear in mind that school has fucked me up so I ain’t doing too well but I’ll slowly recuperate and bring back more stuff for you guys!)

HOWEVER -- I was also able to get better because ATEEZ CAMEBACK

Like holy shit.

They chose violence.

All in all they all fucken crushed it. It was amazing to see ‘em perform and it was great to hear Min-Gi in it. I hope that he is still resting and getting better! I’m sure he’ll be back with the boys soon.

San brought back his demon, so did Seong-Hwa (these two fellas killed me with their facial expressions and vocals). Yun-Ho in all black was a blessing. Center and Black Hair Yeo-Sang was supreme. Hong-Joong’s new hairstyle in the MV was cool. Jong-Ho’s vocals!~ Woo-Young and his sexiness. Like. Violence. They chose Violence.

Overall, I loved everything about this comeback. Take Me Home is beautiful as fuck and I love this entire album.

Hopefully y’all have been taking care of yourselves, take breaks when you need them, drink water and I hope y’all have a good day, afternoon, or evening!~

Use your imagination!~~

Thank you for the support, leave requests, and have a great day!

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7wanderingpaws · 3 years

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Captain Bucheon 02

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader (Lee Nari)

Genre: policeman AU; enemies to lovers AU

Warnings: langauge, mentions of drugs

story masterlist masterlist

<-- first -- next -->

tags: @wooya1224 (if you want to be un/tagged let me know! I forgot to ask last time lol)

Second: Fears and Desires

Rushing out of the building, you made a quick run for the closest bus stop, trying to supress every urge to look back in case someone could be following you. With their identity being unknown and the box being successfully delivered on your behalf meant huge trouble for you and it left you incredibly nervous to stay in the same place as that anonymous. For whatever reason someone decided to deliver the box. Who could it be?

With your heart racing all the way in your throat, you thought that this situation would be the worst. Turning a sharp corner that led to the main road, you collided harshly with a sturdy chest, the person's arms flying out to catch your falling figure. Hands slid around your waist and steadied you up carefully.

Realizing your eyes were squeezed shut, you opened your eyes to be met with familiar ones. You slowly died inside.

“Careful,” he murmured as he took in your scared expression.

Stepping away from him, you tried to brush off the feeling of pining. You'd been working way too hard to avoid him for you to meet him exactly when you were running away red-handed. “What are you doing here?”

He shook his head gently as his gaze slowly took in your features. It made you shudder. “My workplace is not far away, remember?”

Gulping, you nodded, letting out a breathy snort as you looked down on the pavement. “Right. Silly of me to ask.”

“Are you okay?”

“I missed you,” you blurted at the same time and looked up at him. “Oppa.”

Baekhyun was frozen just for a moment before he stepped closer to you with the gentlest of smiles. Slowly, he reached up with his hand and cradled your cheek. “I missed you too, pretty.”

Pretty. Ah, how you missed that nickname.

“Then kiss me,” you let out boldly and you expected him to be surprised or even scold you for being so demanding but he surprised you.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured, leaning in. “I will, now that you're finally here.” You helped him out by standing on your tip-toes while you let your arms circle around his neck, and his hands slid back to your waist. His lips touched yours gently, carefully, before you hummed and pushed yourself more into him, urging him to deepen the kiss.

He growled when he felt your chest press up to his and his grip tightened while one of his hands came up to your neck, tilting your head so he could have better access. With a simple lick of his tongue, he was inside and you were whimpering, gasping, panting. So, so needy for him. You groaned, feeling the strong attraction you both shared. It seemed that no matter how much you hated him, it was always present. You would always be bewitched by Byun Baekhyun.

He was still hungrily claiming your lips when he reached up for your arms and brought them down until he had your hands in his. He fumbled with them for a while and you smiled, expecting him to intertwine your hands. Just the feeling of his smooth hands on yours made the butterflies in your tummy flutter their wings.

Then you heard a click.

Baekhyun kissed you one last time, his lips puckering, before slowly leaning back and taking in your scared eyes when you felt cold metal around your wrists.

“Lee Nari,” he breathed, the puffs of hot air on your wet lips, “I arrest you for illegal drug distribution.”

Gasping loudly, you sat straight up in your bed, the aftermath of your nightmare still present and fresh in front of your eyes while you tried to shake off the dread and the terrible pull in your lower tummy. Why the hell were you sexually frustrated when he arrested you again?

“What is it?” you heard from beside you, a confused and sleepy Yuyeon. “Nari? Are you okay?” she was next to you within a second, the early morning sun lighting up the room softly through the light curtains. She saw you touching your lips while tears were rolling down your cheeks. “Goodness, was the dream that bad?” she asked again carefully and sat on your bed.

You whimpered, still shocked, and reached out for your best friend, wrapping your arms around her to get a feel of reality. “Just… it was ridiculous. So ridiculous, Yuyeonah,” you muttered, sniffing, flashes of Baekhyun's face ever-present and lively. That was certainly not how you imagined the first meeting with him to go.

“It was just a bad dream,” consoled Yuyeon gently, rubbing your back in circles. “None if it is real, Nari.”

You nodded and pressed your lips together.

Just a bad dream.

“Are you okay?” Someone muttered to your ear, successfully scaring the living daylights out of you.

You heard that sentence in your dream.

Turning around abruptly with wide eyes, you spot Chul who was smiling at you cheekily.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. You just look a little absent-minded,” he explained, scratching his neck as he looked at the ground.

You sighed. “I’m fine. But thanks for worrying.”

He nodded and wanted to say something before hesitating. You raised a questioning eyebrow, silently asking him what was up.

“Was everything fine after I left?”

Oh. You completely forgot to let him know the mission was successful since you were so freaked out by the unexplainable events. “Yes!” you squeaked. “It went perfectly!”

“Great! I received the confirmation text but you never followed up with an update.” He laughed. “Then we can focus on your run in the festival!”

You groaned and started stomping towards your classroom. “I really, really like REALLY don’t wanna do it.”

He followed you, snickering. “You’re our ace, Nari.” He hugged your shoulders with his arm and pressed you to his side. “If you won’t attend, nobody will come and watch!”

Puffing your hair out of your face, you silently fumed. “I already said okay to the darn MCing with that bitc- singer.”

“Were you just about to call her a bitch?” asked Chul, shocked as he maneuvered you through the crowded corridors. Students were giving you looks, some whispering when they spotted Chul, the famous boy.

“Ah, no, not at all,” you grumbled, not bothering to hide your sarcasm.

Chul chuckled and you stopped in front of your class. “You can be so feisty. Either way, bring this spirit to the running track. We are starting from today!”

“But-but I want to go out to the bar-“

Chul clicked his tongue. “I will gladly take you to a bar if you come to the practice.”

Not even stopping to think it over, you quickly complied: “You’ll buy me a drink, right? Oppa?” you added with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He observed you for a moment, an amused smile splayed on his face. “Sure, Nari. A drink it is.”

“Deal!”

“Faster, Lee!” shouted coach Lim when you finished the second round, heaving loudly like a horse. “If you want to win an award for us you will have to do better than that!”

With bitter realization, you noticed how he reminded you of your beloved math teacher back in high school. Unfortunately, you weren’t that good at sports but you were still better than math.

“Okay, got it,” you exhaled harshly, coming to a full stop.

You saw the sun already setting, the cold air turning your hot breaths into condensation. You could practically feel your nose turning red.

“Hey, Rudolf!” Chul.

You snapped your head at him, glaring. “Do not mock me. You’ve dragged me into this yet you seem very unaffected.”

He laughed, walking over to you. “You already forgot why I am the president of the student council?” He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I’m good at everything.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay then you win the award for us.”

“Nuh-uh. It’s gotta be you,” he winked at you.

Too tired to bother fighting with him, you quickly went to change into your clothes, deciding you would take a shower once you got back from the smelly bar. Surely you stinking wouldn’t bother people too much. Plus, it wasn’t like you were trying to impress Chul anyway.

Meeting the senior outside, you headed for the closest bar, bickering on the way. Once inside he bought you a drink just as promised and you were fast to gulp down half of the cocktail.

“So, I’ve been wanting to discuss some matters with you,” started Chul, looking at you in amusement when you took another big gulp. “Just some other stuff that has to be taken care of about the festival.”

You whined and leaned your forehead into your palm. “Why now? We should do that at the student council.”

“You’re my right hand, Lee,” reasoned smoothly Chul and took a sip of his beer. The frothy foam left a small white mustache and it made you giggle. You motioned for him to get rid of it and he quickly licked it off. “Anyway,” he started with a laugh, “you’ll take care of the security team of the festival. Make sure to book the bodyguards and police guards around. We will have famous artists there so security should be our number one priority at all costs.”

You hummed, faking thinking. You ignored your rapid heartbeat at the mention of police, some flashbacks of your dream quickly chasing you down. Nodding, you hid your face behind the cup as you took another sip and looked around the place as if expecting to see the familiar face in the crowd just like you did on the night you met him.

“I kind of want to pass on this one,” you finally replied as you put down your glass.

“Why is that?”

Sighing, you pursed your lips not wanting to elaborate on your actual thinking pattern. “Just feels weird to talk to the police and blah blah blah,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m already doing so much for the festival, Chul, don’t you think?”

Chul observed you for a moment. “I’m sorry. I feel like a total jerk for always throwing all the responsibilities at you but I really am only giving you those tasks that require the most able person.”

“Oh.” You didn’t think about that. After all, Chul was right. You were kind of like a right hand to him, doing a lot of jobs in the behind the scenes whenever there were events happening at the school.

“And I heard that you might have connections at the police so I thought we could use that to our advantage,” he continued, hesitating when he noticed your sour expression. “Am I wrong?”

Your slight scowl turned into a frown. “Who the hell told you that?”

He blinked a couple of times. “Well, she told me it’s a secret so…”

“Chul?”

“Yeah,” he looked at your hard expression, prompting him to answer you. You swore you would kill Oh Sehun, you were sure it was him.

“Yuyeon. It was Yuyeon.”

Your mouth opened in shock. You thought you heard wrong. “What? What did she tell you though?” And why would Yuyeon talk to a person she didn't like? You knew her well and she voiced, or at least showed, how she didn't like Chul. In her opinion, he was too friendly with everyone.

Chul laughed unsurely, a little perplexed at the change of your behavior. “Nothing! I mean... she mentioned a boyfriend-“

“I never had a boyfriend at the police station,” you declared quickly. “I hardly know anyone there so I don’t think I can help you in this matter.”

Chul nodded, immediately complying while his hands played with the cup in his hands. “Right, sorry. Maybe I’ve heard wrong. You’d be too young to date a police officer anyway.” He took note of your sudden unreadable expression and when you didn’t reply, he added: “Then I don’t see a problem why you can’t take care of the matters! Since you don’t have a boyfriend at the station.”

You sucked your lips in, mulling over his words. It wouldn’t hurt if you’d ask for favors from Yuyeon or Sehun, right? They could call in with your name and that way you wouldn’t have to worry about the possibility of accidentally talking to Byun Baekhyun. Either way, it was hard to win an exclusive chat with the big captain himself, so eventually, you didn’t see that much of a problem with it. And, it was a must that nobody could find out about any kind of connection with him. People would know you were underaged or could think you were too easy and had a beneficial relationship with him. That could totally ruin your image — because you didn’t care about his for sure!

“Okay,” you agreed with a timid nod, avoiding Chul’s eyes. “I’ll do it.” Managing to fake a strained smile you finally looked up to catch him studying you.

“If it makes you uncomfortable—“

“No, it’s absolutely fine,” you chirped in and threw the remaining cocktail into your mouth. If you pretended it was hard alcohol maybe you could slowly start swimming in nothingness and forget about him.

It was unfair that he’d been chasing you in your dream. It felt so real. Even the kissing was so believable it made chills run down your spine. “I’m gonna order another one,” you decided, already standing up. “I need it.”

Chul nodded slowly, hesitantly, and shook his head when you asked him whether he wanted another one.

Walking over to the busy bar, you caught the waiter and ordered yourself another cocktail when a tall figure appeared next to you.

“Is this your fourth already?” He asked nonchalantly, looking around. He was one head taller than you so it wasn’t like you were obscuring his view. “Jez, woman, when was the last time you took a shower?”

Rolling your eyes, you waved your hand to finally bring his attention to you. “You don't even pay attention to me but dare to comment on my hygiene.” You clicked your tongue disappointedly. “I’m right here, Sehun, and no it isn’t my fourth. But I’m getting there,” you rumbled and tapped your fingers impatiently on the worn-down surface of the wooden bar table.

“Why are you here with Chul?”

“Cause you didn’t ask me to hang out,” you pouted and innocently blinked a few times.

Sehun elbowed you gently. “I was meeting someone else today. And anyways, you’ve been always busy during a weekday - you don’t have work tonight, right?”

Making a grimace at the mention of your work, you turned back to the barista, watching him mix your cocktail. “No, tonight I’m free. And I had my first training, Sehun. I will die if I have to continue preparing for that damn race,” you whined, turning abruptly to him.

“I’ll help you with the training. I promise I’m more fun than coach Lim! I hear he is rather hot-headed,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “You know I won’t scold you.”

You frowned like a kid. “Run the race for me then.”

Sehun sighed and when the barista brought you your cocktail he quickly ordered two whiskeys.

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. “You’re going hard tonight.” Immediately you took a sip of your drink and felt an instant relief. While still playing with the straw, you looked up at your friend. “Who’re you here with anyway?”

Sehun gave you a look. “Uh, just a friend.” He shrugged. He was thankful for the crowded bar tonight. “We are just catching up.”

“Great!” You smiled brightly and put your cocktail down. “Do I know him? Or her?” you winked.

“Eh—“ Sehun hesitated and his eyes fell on someone behind you, following the person with his eyes for a moment. He then quickly took your cocktail and pushed it into your hand. “Nari, you shouldn’t have Chul wait for you. I’ll see you at school.”

You pouted, frowning. “Yah, are you trying to get rid of me?!”

“No, I'm really not but just go. I’m doing you a favor here.”

You were about to scoff and retort to him something ugly for daring to kick you out like that, when another figure appeared next to Sehun. “I have an urgent phone call. I’ll be back soon, Sehun.”

You stared at Byun Baekhyun with your mouth hanging slightly open. His hair was pushed from his forehead, leaving space to admire his handsome features and the wrinkle-free forehead. His jawline was sharp and you zoomed in on those lips and the way they showed his lower teeth whenever he opened his mouth. He was absolutely breath-taking and he kissed you last night in your dream. He arrested you, too.

Baekhyun finally looked at the person Sehun had been chatting with, intending to acknowledge their presence but maybe he shouldn’t have. Having Lee Nari staring at him that way still pulled on his insides.

It was exactly three seconds and you sensed Sehun nodding to himself awkwardly, obviously thinking well, I told you to leave, but he didn't have to speak indirectly no more. You dashed. You literally dashed along with your cocktail, not bothering about spilling it all over yourself in the process, not bothering to say bye to Sehun, let alone acknowledging Baekhyun's presence. You swore you wouldn't do it. So you didn't.

Your heart was wild and scarily loud as you hastily approached Chul and slid down into your chair, bringing breeze along with you. He locked his phone he’d been playing with while you were away but when he saw your disheveled state, he blurted: “Nari? What happened? Are you okay?”

You were staring at him, desperately trying not to look where Sehun and Baekhyun were.

“It’s fine.”

“Did someone try to do something?” He looked back over his shoulder and he directly spotted Sehun and he must have seen Baekhyun, too. They had their heads connected now, an intense talk going on. “Hey, that’s Oh Sehun with someone.”

“Yeah, I chatted with him for a moment. Anyway, I’m here now. Let’s continue the talk.”

Chul took a moment longer before he finally turned around and faced you. He caught you gulping down half of the cocktail and sighed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I am.” Your eyes wandered on their own accord and you caught eyes with Baekhyun as he was leaving the bar. He was carefully making his way through the crowd, his phone in his hands, most probably tending to that urgent phone call he mentioned. He must have still been a workaholic.

To your utter horror, he wasn’t a coward. You should have known better than to follow him with your stare, for Baekhyun kept his look on you, observing you expressionlessly until he couldn’t do so anymore and until he was out of the bar.

He would hunt you all the time.

And you, as mature and as confident you acted a year ago when you told him there might be a chance of you two starting over again, you realized you probably matured backwards during that time. Anger, hatred, passion - they were all burning up inside of you and all the unwanted memories came flooding back.

Biting down hard on your lip, you willed away the tears. Lee Nari was not someone who would cry just over anyone and she wouldn't get fooled twice.

It was just the realization that you would never be able to build your bridges up with him again that made you want to weep. Even though you wanted to, you found it almost impossible in that moment.

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A/N: Whew. I had a little bit of a rough time with this one because it is so slow-paced and already a little complex (in my head). What did you think? I got you fooled there in the beginning heheh It was just a dream in case you are still not sure! Though you never know with Captain Bucheon, hm?

Please let me know your thoughts!! :)

CuriousCat

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tbslovely · 4 years

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lost in vacations

in which Harry’s son gets lost in the hotel they are staying and you found him. well, sort of.

categories: dad!harry soft!harry

pairing: harry styles x you

warnings: none! <3

word count: 1.5k

a/n: this is my first time ever publishing something in here, i’m kinda nervous lol. massive thanks to @tbslenthusiast for hosting this!! i love dadrry so much

☀️🌱🍭🌈🍹

While the sunbeams danced through the environment and laid calmly loaded kisses and serenity to Harry's bare skin, he with his fingers strongly affirming an oval glass with mango juice and his other hand holding a lollipop, calm was the least he felt because the despair drowned him in a pool with a depth of three or four meters.

Oh, just like the one that's in front of him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he repeated the same word in his head like a mantra, his eyes covered with his black glasses scanned the whole place, from the pool with people bathing and children floating in their Sponge Bob floats, women in their bikinis looking more comfortable than ever sunbathing or just resting in their towels, stalls with tables and chairs where there were people eating or drinking a cold, cold, cold beer. Until the white ceramic ended and the grass began along with the high palm trees that seemed to reach the sky (or if he looks a few degrees further to the right now Harry would be watching the big windows to enter the hotel again).

He could feel his heart hammering against his chest with frenzy; a caged animal that simply wants to escape. If Harry were an animated character, perhaps one would see the silhouette of the beating protruding his chest.

"Fucking hell. Fucking shit. Fucking me. Fucking—" he cut off himself, sighing frustratedly because his son was lost and he didn't know what to do and shit, his fingers hurt with the coldness of the glass, but that now didn't mattered because his son was fucking lost. "Where are you, Theo?"

Harry was hurting. His chest was burning like his eyes, it seemed that someone was rubbing them with sandpaper and a knot that didn't allow him to breathe normally had tightened strongly in his throat.

Where. The. Fuck. Is. His. Son.

Closing his eyes and taking a long sigh in the hope of calming the waters and relaxing his shoulders, he left to ask each person if they had seen his son, showing a photo of him on his cell phone and concentrating on three things at the same time: asking, looking for a curly head and maneuvering to hold the cold, cold—did I said cold? Well, the glass along with the lollipop which was intended for his son, who disappeared while Harry paid for the candy and perhaps, only perhaps he had been talking to the person selling them a little longer than usual.

And then, he saw him.

The pounds on his shoulders had fallen to the floor and the balloon inside his chest that did not do anything but to inflate finally burst and expelled all the air. Harry, obviously, was already on his way to where his son was, his gaze on him and discussing whether to scold at him or hug him or just apologize him or simply do as if nothing happened (although clearly the latest is not a close choice). He was so worried about his son that he didn't even realize you sitting next to him.

"Theodore Styles where the f— where were you? You can't disappear like that and you know it! I almost freaking died boy!"

Theo released the straw from his little, pink lips which had separated in agape. One could realize the relationship between them two right sway: same green eyes as leaves of a tree in spring and hair with the roots that are born of them.

"Dad! It was an emergency...look! Look! I found Mum!" The little answered and Harry's expression fell from Mount Everest, now just realising the presence of you that looked nostalgically at his son.

When Harry looked at you, his heart could not avoid breaking the stitches of a scar that still seemed to bleed. The cut that after all, will always bleed and there is nothing he can do about it.

"Um, I, er, uh... I'm sorry, I—"

"It's alright. He only came up and told me that he had found me and that she had come down from 'heaven.'" You laughed remembering the moment from minutes ago, although the smile that adorned your lips gradually was diminishing because what Theo had told you was actually really sad.

Harry tried to smile back, but he was only watching at his son who was looking at you with fulgent stars in his irises, so he ended up looking at you and now his heart was bleeding because, fuck, you with Zahra were like two drops of water.

"Is everything alright?" You asked a little stranged out given to the way they both looked at you, and have come to scare you a little because Harry had pulled his glasses out and it seemed that two—four precious emerald gems looked at you.

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, thank you for, for staying with him. How can I amend this to you, please?"

"Nonsense! It was nothing, really. Theodore.. he's a lovely boy!"

Harry scratched his head somewhat shy while the tattoo in his stomach seemed to have come alive; his belly tickled. "Thanks," he now addressed his son, "Bubs, you can't just leave like that, I truly almost started crying out there, did you wanted papa to be the clown of the vacations among all this people?" He laughed, his dimple graveling at the same time that he left the things he held on the brown table board and gave a strong hug to Theo, giving him several tenderness kisses in the crown of his head. "Don't do that again, you hear me bud? Never leave my side, let alone here, you understand?"

Theodore pouted, "B-but, but I found the angel of Mum!—"

Harry sighed, passing his fingers through his hair and taking a quick look at you. "Theo...we've already talked about this. Mum is up there, somewhere, floating up, up, up in the sky, like, like—"

"—Like stardust," you interrupted when you noticed how the cheeks of the oldest turned to a soft, red color and as he had started to blink more often. "I'm sure, uh, Zahra? That was her name you said?" Theodore nodded. You smiled, "I'm sure she was a wonderful human being, made of the most purest and precious star out there in space. The things you got to tell me about her were beautiful, Theo, so in the night, go to your window and look up to the sky, okay? Find the brightest star, the one that flickers, the one that makes you feel something in that big heart of yours and you'll know it's her."

The emotions you felt and Harry felt and Theodore felt exceeded the possible human levels of emotions. You wanted to cry, Theodore smiled from ear to ear making his eyes shrink, and Harry already had a river of tears swimming in his eyes, but never allowing them to become waterfalls.

Harry spoke, "Yep. Exactly. She's out there looking out for you, and I know—we both know that if you leave again like that she would not be happy, would she, bubs?"

"Uh-uh."

"Right. So don't do it again. And, thank you so much...?"

"Y/N."

"Y/N," Harry tastes your name on his palate, liking the flavor more than expected. "Thank you. Well, we have to go. Again, thank you so much, really, for everything, staying with him and your - your words. There's a lot of people in here so if he got lost than I wouldn't have known what to do. So thank you, Y/N. I, um, I'll guess I see you around, maybe?"

You smiled, the food shortage since you didn't eat breakfast had suddenly become delicious because you have a tummy full of butterflies. "No problem, uh..."

"Harry."

"Harry. You're so very welcome. Hey, Theo, don't leave your daddy's sight like that, okey? And remember what I told you about the night."

"Oki! Thanks for the juice, Y/N!" Theodore answered you by giving you a smile made by the sweetest honey to ever exist, sliding from his seat and throwing into his mouth the lollipop that his father bought him, intertwining his little fingers with Harry's long ones while the two of them were getting farther away from you, Harry from time to time turning his head to look at you one last time; to have your memory marked on his brain.

"She's like a copy of mum, dad. I-I thought it was her angel, that they sent her back!"

"Yeah..." Harry sighed, "she really does look like her."

Already at night, when the birds no longer chirped and the moon showed its nakedness, your silhouette had tattooed under Harry's eyelids, who wanted to be able to see you once again, but something that seemed not possible since tomorrow the two will leave the hotel in Punta Cana. A pessimist one could call him, but he had not seen you only one day of all twenty (or twenty-five) days they have been here, so finding you again tomorrow was a situation similar to the one to win the lottery: one in a million of possibilities.

Meanwhile, Theodore looked out the window and smiled at her mother, the brightest star of them all was dancing with the moon just like the treetops danced with the wind, and for a few moments, closing his eyes, he imagined that you were really his mum and not someone who was just as beautiful as she was.

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jae-daddy · 4 years

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magic (2)

draco malfoy fanfic

one / three / four / five / six

pairing: draco x reader genre: shifting realities, romance, clownshit plot: you were shifting realities for the lols but end up trapped in harry potter world with draco malfoy as your companion a/n: say it with me kids, it issss what it issss <3 hope y’all enjoy it not edited

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You slowly opened your eyes and took in the darkness. You smiled as you remembered the dream you just had. You had actually ended up in Harry Potter world and met Draco Malfoy. It had felt real, but it was all a dream.

You sighed as you sat up and closed your eyes, soaking in the darkness around you.

“Good, finally you’re awake.” You shot up straight as you turned to your frantic eyes towards the boy who reminded you of winter. “Your snoring was rather annoying. One more minute and I was about to turn you into a frog.”

“It’s real,” you breathed as you slightly slumped in the bed. You looked around you in confusion and then at the black covers over your body. You were sure you had fallen asleep on the armchair, but you were in bed now. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, did I sleepwalk into the bed?”

You didn’t realise you were that exhausted from shifting. But you also didn’t know what to expect when you were shifting realities, and you still didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t know when you would be able to go back home, or what will happen to you while you remained here.

“It was unpleasant,” Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders, as he took a bite into a green apple. You smiled at that and bit your lip. He snorted as he quizically held out the apple to you, “Do you want one, muggle?”

“No,” you smiled back, making him frown. But before he could say anything else, your tummy grumbled with hunger, making your cheeks flush. You softly said, letting your hair fall around you, “I’m not hungry.”

“I think your tummy was loud enough for the entire of Wiltshire to hear,” he chuckled at you, your cheeks burning brighter. “And the way you’re looking at my precious apple, makes me feel unsettled.”

You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms and gave him a blank stare.

“I wasn’t eyeing your apple, Draco,” you huffed, before shaking your head. “You don’t know how many girls would have died seeing you bite into an apple.”

Draco laughed at that, as he took another bite, this time holding your eyes. You didn’t look away from the challenge and tried to hide the way your body was reacting. The butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach, going crazy as you looked into his icy grey eyes.

“Is this the tiktok nonsense you mentioned yesterday?” He asked, looking smug as if he saw through your act.

“Yeah, it is,” you whispered.

“So, what it is?”

“It’s videos made by people, and others can see them and enjoy it,” you were being careful. “A little community is formed when a lot of people hold a similar interest, and that becomes a ‘side’ of tiktok.”

“And there is a side, dedicated to me?” He smirked before taking another bite.

You quirked an eyebrow, and he smiled, “you mentioned it yesterday.”

“You caught that?”

He rolled his eyes, and you sighed before nodding.

“And how did you muggles get these materials of me to make these videos that you seem to enjoy a lot.”

“I don't enjoy them,” Your cheeks were on fire once again, as you felt an urge to defend yourself. But you were lying you had enjoyed it, a lot, and that’s why you had tried this stupid shifting in the first place.

Draco tsked, as he got up and moved closer to you.

“Don’t avoid my questions, muggle,” he asked, his voice cynical. “How did you get materials of me?”

You couldn’t say he was a fictional character. You were sure there was a rule that prevented you from saying that the fictional characters weren't real. That they were nothing more than words in a book, or characters played by actors. It would make them spin out of control, go mental. You couldn’t tell him the truth.

At least not entirely.

“I am from the future,” you answered.

It was stupid. You regretted the words as soon as they left your lips.

Stupid. Absolutely stupid.

“Really?” Draco narrowed his eyes at you.

You nodded your head quickly, but you were sure your eyes were wide with panic.

“I am certain I can’t really talk about it properly because you know,” your eyes darted around the room. The morning light illuminating the dark wood through the open curtains at the opposite end of the room, “I might say something and unleash chaos.”

Draco moved away in deep thought, his tongue tracing the side of his lips, and it took everything in you from squealing.

“But we know about you, and you are very... loved.” His icy eyes skipped over to you before he rose an eyebrow, before snickering darkly.

“I am loved by muggles?” He snorted, not believing you. “You say they love me, but you were certain I was going to kill you when you showed up here.”

You opened your mouth to say something but failed to find the words. You didn’t know how to explain your fear, how disoriented you were. How you ended up in the Malfoy mansion not sure what time it was, not sure if Voldemort had made this into his headquarters and was slithering around somewhere downstairs.

“Forget it,” he sneered as he turned away from you and began towards the door.

Before you could stop him; he was out. You slumped into your seat as you bought the sheets up to your chest.

And then a minute later, breakfast appeared on the table in front of the fireplace and armchairs.

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“Finally,” you cried as he came into the room.

He looked at you with wide eyes, checking behind him before quickly closing the door.

“Are you deranged?” Draco spat as he stared at you furiously. “Don’t ever do that again. Stay hidden in the closet until you’re sure I am alone.”

Your tummy flipped as you curled your toes. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, pulling a Debby Ryan. “You’re worried about me?”

Draco scoffed, before locking his door with a flick of his wand, and walked towards you. He settled onto the armchair in front of you, keeping his eyes steady on you.

“You can take a picture,” you spoke with a smirk. “It lasts longer.”

“Spunky, are we muggle?” Draco replied, a fire in his eyes that made you smile harder, before chuckling.

“I’m sorry, that’s the best I can do,” you shook your head before giving him a ridiculed look. “Can you believe that I’m a Slytherin?”

He snorted before freezing.

“Wait, but you’re a muggle?” He blinked confused. "How can you be sorted?"

“Yeah, well, we have this website where you fill in a quiz, and it tells you what house you are in,” you shrugged as you took a grape from the table loaded with snacks thanks to the gracious Draco Malfoy. “My wand is applewood with a unicorn hair core, 14 inch-ish.”

Draco watched your hands as you showed the uncertainty, and then at your face as if you had an extra head.

You ignored him and continued, “You have a unicorn hair core too, right?”

He just stared at you, the fireplace casting beautiful shadows on his face.

“It means you are good,” you spoke softly. “You’re not bad Draco, when there is a choice you do choose good if you can.”

Draco scoffed at that before closing his eyes and leaned back, his face facing the ceiling.

“For example,” you continued, swallowing nervously, “you could’ve outed me to your father, but you didn’t.”

Draco opened his eyes and stared at you. His eyes were blazing as he locked his jaw.

“You’re not bad,” you breathed, holding his eyes. “You’re not evil.”

Draco rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he snorted in disbelief. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and his eyes so cold it froze you in your seat.

“The only reason I hid you was because you could prove to be useful,” he spoke, his voice low and void of any emotion. “You entered inside Malfoy mansion, so riddled with wards, that even attempting is enough to paralyse the best wizard. But there you were unharmed, very alive, and a muggle too?”

He laughed to himself, and you stared at him as your eyes burned.

“Don’t try to romanticise this, muggle,” he whispered, his voice dripping with venom cutting your skin. “Don’t mistake my actions as kindness to you. I am not good. I am not nice. I am not your saviour. I am nothing but your captor, muggle.”

You tore your eyes away from his blazing ones and stared at the fire instead. Even the flames crackling, as it ate away the wood, seemed calmer compared to the fire in Draco’s icy eyes.

“Now be useful,” he said, his voice smug with victory, “and say something beneficial to me.”

You dug your nails into your palm, trying to contain the poison boiling in your veins. You wanted to hurt him. You didn’t want to have this victory.

You lifted your gaze and met his, as a vicious smile grew on your lips.

Maybe you were Slytherin after all.

“War is coming, Malfoy,” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. He watched you, his eyes taking in your lips as every word left you. He drank it in, his face paling as the words left you. “And you’re at the brunt of it all.”

Draco Malfoy studied you waiting for you to laugh, waiting for you to tell him it was a joke. But when you remained quiet, you saw something in him crack.

Had he suspected this?

He opened his mouth to say something, but a voice interrupted him. He looked behind him, replying he’ll be there in a minute.

You got up, as he turned towards you, you closed yourself in the closet.

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You welcome the hot water falling over you, relaxing the tight muscles on your shoulders. The Malfoys sure did have amazing water pressure, and the whole bathroom smelled like Draco.

It was almost as if every product in the bathroom was made from a scent specifically made for him.

As you opened your eyes and reached for the shampoo, you found another set of products placed next to them that wasn't there a moment before. Just like the brush in the morning, a new set of showering products had appeared just for you.

You pumped out the shampoo and messaged it into your hair. You smiled at the scent of light flowers and thanked the lords it did not smell like strawberry or some fruit because your headache would’ve killed you.

You came out to find a fluffy dark green towel laid out for you. You wiped yourself before wrapping it around you and reaching for your clothes.

You grimaced at the thought of wearing those same dirty clothes after feeling so fresh and clean. But to your surprise the clothes were missing, you froze before checking the floor, under the sink, but it was gone; it was missing.

You checked the bathroom for another pair to magically appear like the products but nothing.

You wrapped the towel around you before peeking out into the room. The bed and the armchair facing the bathroom were unoccupied. You took a deep breath and walked out gripping the towel around your body.

“Putting a show for me?” A voice snickered making you whip around. You turned to a smirking Draco who sat on the other armchair, taking in your body before clicking his tongue in distaste. “Sorry but muggles do not engage me.”

“Your magic took my clothes away,” you rolled your eyes before glaring at him, annoyed.

Draco laughed at you.

“Trust me, I would use my magic to avoid seeing you like this,” he apologised mockingly. “The manor has magic of its own, it goes to the house-elves.”

“Dobby?” You exclaimed, making him frown in an almost sad way.

“He’s free now,” he said, his voice seldom but a small smile on his lips. Before he focused at you, and then clipped, “are you going to stand like that the whole night?”

“If you didn’t realise Draco, I don’t have any clothes.”

“Just find something from my closet.”

You walked over and were once again overwhelmed by how big and luxurious the walk-in closet was. It all looked expensive and you hesitated to reach for anything. You spotted a basket at the bottom in the corner of the closet and pulled out a sweater and sweatpants.

You walked out dressed and frowned.

Draco noticed and sighed, mockingly, “What’s wrong, princess?”

You frowned deeper before sinking into the seat in front of him.

“Can’t you magic some clothes for me?”

Draco rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”

“My clothes fit you just fine,” he muttered, not removing his attention from the book in his hands.

“Draco, I need other clothes than a sweatshirt and pants,” you growled at him, but he still didn’t look at you.

“I didn’t realise you had a vacation planned out,” he snickered, his eyes moving along the page.

“Draco, I need undergarments,” you spoke your cheeks flaming.

Draco didn’t look up, but he wasn’t reading anymore. His eyes remained at the same spot for a long moment, before he cleared his throat.

“Fine.” Was all he said before he began reading again. His eyes moved slowly as if trying to concentrate. You watched his blonde hair shine orange in the shadows of the fireplace.

“Thank you,” you replied. You awkwardly sat there for a minute, feeling bored instantly. “So, what are you reading?”

“Are you blind as well as stupid, muggle?” He lifted up the book and held it out to you. You squinted trying to read, before frowning.

“I can’t read,” you sighed.

“You’re illiterate as well as muggle?” He jeered, his eyes on you expectantly.

“No, I wear glasses,” you explained, annoyed. “I wasn’t wearing them when I shifted because they were reading glasses, and I was like sleeping, you know? And I only brought with me what I had on me.”

“You are blind.” Not a question. “I can fix that.”

“Draco, I think-”

He got up and moved towards his bed, opening the drawer of the side table. He pulled a vial and then handed it to you.

“What is this?” You studied the bottle sceptically, you stared at Draco with distrust.

“It’s a potion for weak eyes,” he answered, tired, before mumbling. “I take it too.”

You looked at the clear liquid, tossing it in your hands for a minute. You began opening the lid and focused on Draco, “If I die from drinking this, I am haunting you.”

Draco watched as you put the bottle to your lips and drank the contents.

“As if you are haunting me enough,” he snorted, focusing on his book.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the burn or the feeling of magic to make you glow, but nothing happened. You opened your eyes, your brows furrowed as you looked around.

You peeked at Draco, and then examined the book in his hand.

“Conscious and Projection,” you read. “What class?”

“General knowledge.”

“Boring.”

Draco glared at you.

#Draco Malfoy #draco #draco x y/n #Draco x apple #Harry Potter #it issss what it isss #quite a long one #malfoy #Draco fanfic #shifting realities #jaedaddy #hope yall enjoy #<333 #not edited

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aerynwrites · 4 years

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Javier Peña x Reader

Author’s Note: I didn’t intend this to be almost 2k but...here we are. Hope y’all enjoy lol. This is different than any Javi fic I’ve done and i actually kind of enjoyed it!

Request: Maybe for a request what about one with Javier where the reader is Steve's sister. She comes to Columbia to visit and Steve tries to keep Javi away from her. Then while Javi and Steve are out one night at a bar Steve's sister walks in not knowing there and Javi sees her and doesn't know she's Steve's sister. Sorry for long explanation. (Requested by @dizzydazed)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: hints of future sexual encounters? Cursing, fluff?

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You were beyond excited when the apartment door opened to reveal Steve’s face. You called out his name and launched yourself into his arms as he engulfed you in an equally fierce embrace.

“Oh man!” he said holding you at arm’s length and looking you over, “I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?” he asks genuinely, pulling you into another, gentler, hug.

You laughed, “I’ve been good Steve, but I’m just finally happy to be visiting! Mom was practically begging me to come down here and make sure you were still alive,” you tease your brother.

Yes, you were Steve Murphy’s younger sister, only by a few years, but he still took on the protective big brother role. You and Steve continue to catch up well into the afternoon, and until Connie came home from work. Steve had taken the day off, wanting to spend as much time with you as he could while you were visiting. Just as you, Connie and Steve had sat down at the table to eat dinner, there a knock at the door. You looked questioningly to Steve, who just rolled his eyes and held up his finger, telling you to give him a minute as he went to answer the door. You and Connie waited patiently for Steve to return, and in the silence, you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation Steve was having with whoever was at the door.

“Why weren’t you at work today?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

Steve sighed, “I told you a few days ago Javier, my sister is visiting from the states, I’m taking a few days off.”

“Your sister?” the man you now knew as Javier spoke, “you never told me you had a sister,” he observed.

“It wasn’t really important, now if you don’t mind, we area out to have dinner, can we talk later?” Steve basically pleaded.

Connie chose this moment to speak up, “We have an extra plate!” she called, talking to Steve, “He can have dinner with us honey.”

You couldn’t see them, but they must have been exchanging looks or doing something nonverbal because after a long and awkward silence, Javier finally spoke up, “No, no it’s fine. I just wanted to check in, have a nice night,” Javier said, before you heard the door click shut and Steve walked back into the room taking his seat at the table.

You looked at him questioningly, “Why didn’t invite him in Steve? You always mention him on out phones calls…I thought you guys were friends?”

He sighs before picking up his fork and digging into his food, “I just-“ he pauses, glancing over to Connie, “Javier has a bit of a reputation…and I’d rather him not be around you is all,” he says cautiously.

You felt irritation build up inside you as you too began eating, “So you didn’t let your partner, who has, from what you told me, risked his life for you – have dinner with us because you’re worried he would try to get into my pants?” you ask, bewildered.

Steve choked slightly as the words left your mouth, and Connie tried to stifle a laugh as she rubbed his back. Steve took a large gulp of water before he spoke again, “well when you put it like that-“

You shake your head, “How else would you put it?” you ask, “I’m not a little girl Steve, I can take care of myself. You don’t have to protect me.”

Steve sighed, “I know that (y/n), I just…I’m sorry,” he apologizes, what seems like true regret evident in his voice.

You give him a small nod seemingly satisfied, “it’s fine Steve, I get that you’re just trying to look out for me. But before I leave, you’re inviting him over for dinner, I need to meet the guy who saved my brother’s ass,” you smirk.

Steve spluttered, “Hey-“ he jabs his fork in your direction, “I saved him too you know!”

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The next few days were mostly uneventful, Connie and Steve had taken you around to see what they could of Colombia, but most of your visit was just catching up with Steve. You had pretty much been attached at the hip since you arrived, so you didn’t question it when Steve had told you he was going to hang out with Javier for a few hours one evening. You simply waved him goodbye and continued reading a book you had been working on since Connie would be working late.

Eventually, however, you got bored of your book and decided you wanted a drink. You remembered a bar you say down the street and decided to go there, grabbing your jacket and the spare key to the apartment Steve had given you. When you make it to the small building, you head immediately to the bar and flag the bartender down to order a drink, giving him a small smile as he finally brings you your drink. you sit, sipping your drink slowly for a few moments, before you feel a new presence take a seat at the bar next to you.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” an oddly familiar voice meets your ears.

You turn to face the man who has occupied the neighboring seat and are pleasantly surprised to find a dashingly handsome man. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a leather jacket to match. Just your type.

You give him a coy smile, “You say that to all the girls you meet in a bar?”

The man lets out a rich laugh, one that sends butterflies straight to your tummy, and then he gives you a smile, “only the pretty ones,” he begins, “plus, you’re not from around here so I figured you might be lonely,” he says simply, his eyes leaving you and hand raising as he flags down the barkeep.

You raise your brows slightly, “And how do you know I’m not from around here?” you question teasingly.

Javier settles in his seat once more, “Well without hearing you talk, you just look like an American,” he says simply.

You scoff, “Well you’re not from around here either, you have just as much of an accent as I do,” you point out defensively.

The man holds his hands up in mock surrender, “You’re got me,” he holds out one hand, “Names Javier. I’m just down here for work.”

The minute the words leave his mouth your eyes widen in surprise as your brain finally places where you know his voice from, “You’re Steve’s partner!”

Now it’s Javier’s turn to look surprised, “How did you-“

You chuckle, “I heard you and Steve talking the other day when you came over,” you begin, “I knew you sounded familiar just now but it didn’t click until you said your name,” you finally take his hand in yours, “My name’s (y/n) Murphy, Steve’s sister.”

Javier’s eyes flood with recognition, and he hums, “I knew you looked familiar. A little older than the picture I’ve seen, but Steve had a picture of you, him and Connie on his desk.”

You smile at the information, “Sounds like something he’d do –“

“Hey Javi!” an all too familiar voice cuts you off, “What the hell is taking so long-“

Steve stops short when he sees you and Javier sitting a little to close for comfort. His jaw sets and he looks from Javier to you, and you just hold up your hands in defense.

“Hey, I did not know this is where you were going when you said you were going out,” you defend, “I just wanted a drink.”

Javier looks confusedly between you and Steve, “Is there a problem?”

Steve opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off, “Stevie here” you pat his back, “didn’t want me around you because you have,” you cover your mouth in a mock attempt to be secretive and whisper yell, “a reputation,” a smirk settling on your face.

Javier scoffs and downs his drink the bartender had set down moments earlier before setting the glass down again, “Really man? You wouldn’t let me have dinner with you guys because you were worried I’d fuck your sister?” disbelief, and what sounded like hurt, filled his voice.

Steve just sighs and shakes his head, “I don’t – I don’t want to deal with this right now. Javi – “ he puts his hands on his shoulder, “you’re welcome to dinner tomorrow night, but can we please go back to what we were talking about before?” he asks jutting his thumb back towards the table they were occupying before you and shown up, and starts to walk that way.

Javier rolls his eyes and stands up, not taking his eyes of you as he does, “It was nice meeting you (y/n),” he says kindly.

You nod, “Likewise Javi.”

Javier shivers as his nickname leaves your lips, and all he can manage to do is nod curtly before turning to walk away. However, a small hand on his wrist stops him in his tracks and he turns slightly before he jolts when your breath fans over his ear, “If you want to make good on Steve’s assumption…Him and Connie have plans tomorrow evening,” you say softly, hand squeezing his wrist slightly, before turning and placing some money on the bar before brushing past him and towards the door, “You know where to find me,” you say finally, sending him a wink as you exit the bar.

Javier could do nothing but started after you, shocked to his core for the first time in years.

“Javier!”

Javi jolted and turned to walk back to your brother, “Coming!”

As Javier slid into the booth and tried to listen to Steve, all that he could manage to think of was you. And he wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into.

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years

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Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Fluff with a hint of angst

Summary: You and your boyfriend Mark move in together after months of talking about living in an apartment together. The two of you were working on arranging your living room and you get in to a little argument over the placement of furniture which leads to upsetting confessions from your boyfriend.

A/n: Hey guys! So unfortunately I have mild vertigo (dizziness) so I haven’t been able to write as much and I do have a couple of requests in my inbox which I will hopefully get around to writing within the next week or two. I hope you all are doing well. This is based on Sweet Creature by Harry Styles. I just love the idea of moving in together with your significant other (LOL NEVER HAD A BOYFRIEND BEFORE WHAT IS THAT) and being all domestic together sounds so cute like I would rather do laundry, cooking and stay home watching tv together than to go out to a restaurant if I’m being hoenest. ANYWAY please enjoy!

Sweet creature Had another talk about where it's going wrong But we're still young We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong

And oh we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but ohSweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home

“Mark, what are you doing? No—that doesn’t go there, it goes here. Mark! Are you even listening to me? It’s not going to work out over there. Ugh, you’re making things so difficult.” Your boyfriend crossed his arms and scoffed at you in frustration.

“I think it looks nice here y/n. Who made you the interior designer huh? This is OUR apartment, remember? I have a say in things too you know. What, did you think I was one of those boyfriends who didn’t care about things like this? We’ve been together for almost three years y/n, you should know me by now. Putting the coffee table next to the book shelf is going to make our living room looked cluttered. If you put it here, it’ll be more spacious. But fine, do whatever you want. I’m always wrong in every single situation.” You sent him an intense glare before giving him a knowing look.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” For over a year, both you and Mark have been talking to each other about getting an apartment together seeing as how you practically live at each other’s places. He told you of his plans and you were quick to agree; might as well make things easier for the two of you and get a place together. The thought of moving in with your boyfriend sent butterflies to your tummy; you craved his presence and wanted nothing more than to wake up to his charming good looks and go to bed in his warm embrace. However, it was only the third day of living together and you were so close to ripping your hair out.

Everybody and their mothers knew of how much you and Mark loved each other. The term soulmates wasn’t even enough to describe what you and Mark had. He was your best friend, your caregiver, your partner in crime, your person. Unfortunately, no matter how perfect the two of you were for each other, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t have your share of arguments and disagreements. Something you both shared in common was how stubborn the two of you were.

Both you and your boyfriend always had to have the last word, always needed to be right. But seeing as how Mark could never handle staying mad at you for too long, he always gave in first, even if he felt you were wrong. However, in this case, he wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

“I mean every single time we disagree, it seems like I’m in the wrong. I always give up my pride because I hate seeing you upset. In your eyes, nothing you do or say is wrong and that’s not fair y/n. Whenever we argue, you always have to be the winner of the argument. I can never please you. I do whatever I can to make you happy, to make you proud, to impress you but it’s never enough for you. I’m never enough for you. You know what? Fine. Do whatever the hell you want with this place. My opinion obviously doesn’t matter to you. Have fun with the rest of the decorating. I’m going to sleep.”

As he headed toward your room and slammed the door, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. Did he really feel as if he wasn’t good enough for you? That you didn’t care about his opinion and that you only cared about yourself? You felt selfish and you were sure you never hated yourself more than you did in that moment. Mark was nothing but patient with you, always did whatever you’d asked him to and never complained. So why were you so adamant on fighting with him over stupid furniture?

You were afraid this argument would only foreshadow how your lives would be like living together and you tried to push the negative thoughts to the back of your mind. Couples disagree all the time. That’s what keeps a relationship strong. You decided to call it a night, hearing him say all those things drained out all your energy and you didn’t feel like moving things around on your own. You debated on whether or not you should sleep on the couch just in case he was still mad. You released a frustrated sigh before making yourself comfortable, too upset to even change out of your clothes.

You hated sleeping without Mark. His arms were your safe haven. Being in his embrace was when you were most serene. But it would just have to wait until things cooled down between the two of you. Just a few moments after turning off the lights and attempting to fall asleep, you felt a presence at the end of the couch and before you could look up, there was a soft tap on your ankle.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hearing his soft, raspy voice brought warmth to your cheeks. Mark’s voice was one of your favorite sounds in the world. You would listen to him talk all day if you could.

“Sleeping on the couch.” He looked at you with the most adorable pout.

“Why?” You ran your fingers through your hair to take your mind off of the devastatingly handsome man in front of you.

“I wanted to give you your space just in case you’re still mad at me.” Your boyfriend was quick to lower himself in order to pick you up bridal style before bringing you to the room.

“I don’t care how mad we are at each other. The couch isn’t a good place to sleep. You’ll get a bad back. This is your room too, I can’t prevent you from sleeping in here.” You couldn’t help the frown that was now on your face because of the way he was acting. Why was he being so sweet and gentle with you after how rude you were acting towards him? Your hands hesitantly made their way up to his neck as you placed your head against his chest.

Although the two of you have had your fair share of arguments throughout your relationship, you knew you were the reason why this argument broke out and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for putting you and your boyfriend in this situation. He placed you down gently on the bed before taking his spot next to you. To your dismay, he turned around so his back was facing you; it was obvious that he was still upset and this worried you. You were afraid he was regretting moving in with you. It was one thing to sleepover at each other’s apartments, but it was another thing to live together. To share the same space as each other. It would only test your relationship and as of right now, it wasn’t looking too good.

Slowly and very hesitantly, you wrapped one arm around his waist and waited to see his response. When he didn’t push you away, you continued your ministrations and wrapped your other arm around his hip while placing your face against his shoulder blades. You placed a soft kiss there before releasing a sigh.

“I’m sorry.” Just a few seconds later, Mark turned around to face you and gave you a look of curiosity.

“I didn’t quite hear that. You were mumbling. What did you say?” Knowing that there was a chance he did hear you and was clearly messing around with you, you rolled your eyes before starting again.

“I said I was sorry. You were right. This is our space and I was selfish for acting like I’m the only one to make decisions now. I just—I’m not used to having someone disagree with me when it comes to my personal space you know? But now I can’t make all the decisions. And I’m sorry. For all the times you had to swallow your pride in order to prevent us from fighting. Even if you were right. I’m extremely stubborn and I can’t change that. But I’m willing to change if it means being a better girlfriend. Don’t you dare, even just for a second, think that you’re not good enough for me Mark Tuan. You mean everything to me baby. If anything, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you—“ as soon as you felt his lips against yours, you felt yourself melting in to the kiss. His hands found purchase in your hair, tangling his fingers with your soft locks while deepening the kiss. To your dismay, he quickly pulled away before things could get too hot and heavy and placed his forehead against yours.

“I never want to hear you say that ever again. You hear me? We had a disagreement. Couples argue all the time. It’s normal baby. I’ll admit, I was upset when you made it seem like I had no say in the decisions of our place and I’m sure it’s because I’m usually quiet when it comes to making choices. But you made it seem like my opinion and ideas are invalid and that’s what bothered me the most. I know, living with someone else is going to take a little getting used to, but we’re a couple y/n. We’ve been together for quite some time. We know each other’s likes and dislikes, we know how the other one is. I know you like the back of my hand baby. We’re going to be living with each other for the rest of our lives, so we’re going to have to get used to the fact that we have different tastes and there’s going to be things we disagree with but it’s only natural. Instead of arguing, we should come to a compromise. I hate arguing with you. However, from our past experiences, I know make-up sex is the best sex so if you’d like to take out all your anger and frustrations out on me for putting the coffee table in the wrong area please be my guest—“ you rolled your eyes before lightly thumping him on his forehead. Your playful demeanor was quick to change when the previous idea that’s been clouding your mind since the beginning of the argument returned and you couldn’t help but worry again.

“Are you regretting moving in with me?” He noticed the broken expression that was now on your face and released a long sigh before stealing a chaste kiss from the corner of your mouth.

“Baby, I could never regret moving in with you. I’m the one who initiated this remember? I wanted to be able to go to sleep with you wrapped in my arms and wake up to your beautiful face and stinky morning breath. I hardly ever got to see you when we lived in our own apartments but now I get to be attached to you by the hip. I love spending time with you and I love being around you. I also love seeing you naked when you come out of the shower or when it’s really hot. Why don’t you go to sleep naked? Will you stop hitting me? I think I’m going to rethink my decision—I’m kidding babe. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me you know that? I really don’t know what I’d do without you y/n. You make my heart very happy. This is only the beginning for us.”

He ran his fingers through your hair and began leaving soft kisses along your cheeks, something he normally did right after the two of you fought. It was his way of apologizing and nonverbally reassuring you that things would be okay. “Knowing how stubborn we both can be sometimes, I can’t promise we won’t ever fight again. Especially while we continue to set up our place. I know there will be things we will disagree on; I saw the paint color cards you got from Home Depot and I mean this in the nicest way possible baby, those are some of the ugliest colors I’ve ever seen. I will not allow you to paint our living room olive green are you crazy? It looks like vomit—slap me one more time and I’ll do the same to your cute little butt ten times harder.”

You cuddled closer to his chest and left a soft kiss against his jaw. “I’ll do better, okay? I hate the thought of you thinking so negatively about yourself because of me. Your opinion isn’t invalid baby. Honestly, your opinion is the only one that matters to me Mark. Please don’t feel like you can’t speak up against me if you feel like my opinion is wrong. Feel free to put me in my place if the situation calls for it okay? I don’t want you feeling like a burden or going along with something you don’t like just to prevent us from fighting. However, I will speak up against the fact that you don’t like the colors I chose for the living room. I think they’re pretty! So did our moms when they both helped me choose them.”

He released an exhausted sigh, knowing that he was up against his three favorite women, but your boyfriend stood his ground. “Our mothers aren’t the ones living here y/n! You’re using them against me baby that’s not fair. How about this, we’ll go to Home Depot tomorrow and we can look and choose for a color together. Okay?”

You nodded softly before placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. “I love you Mark.”

“I love you too baby girl. Now, about going to sleep naked—ow fine! What about makeup sex—stop that y/n!”

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