#i gasped so loud my roommate came over to see if everything was okay lol 😅

[bearplush]

today is really my day

#i gasped so loud my roommate came over to see if everything was okay lol 😅 #i visited like 50 nmt islands today so at least it was worth it

[kiridarling]

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒.

katsuki bakugou | birthday gone wrong (aha), f!reader, baker!reader, pro hero!katsuki, blizzards, angst and smut, exhibitionism, cockwarming, begging, confessions. minors dni!

— 4.7k words

Wanna blow off some steam?

“Surprise!”

Katsuki jumps ten feet high, and the plastic grocery bags precariously balanced on each finger tear without a second thought. Apples hit the ground with a thud and the egg carton with a depressing slap; one that signifies the crack of at least half a dozen. Katsuki looks at the crowd, red-faced and livid, and Eijirou Kirishima intercepts the awkward silence with:

“Happy Birthday Bakubro! I know y—“

“Said that I didn’t want a fuckin’ party?” Katsuki growls, groceries forgotten on the forgotten. Eijirou looks guilty and chuckles, scratching the back of his head.

“W-Well, yeah, but—“

“Everybody out.”

People sigh, and you think you hear Denki whisper told you he’d kick us out. You hate to say that you foresaw a similar outcome. Katsuki’s never been one for people.

Especially you.

“Awe come on, Kacchan,” Izuku says with hands on his hips. “We came all this way! Just let us stay for a little bit.”

“Yeah!” Eijirou seems to cheer up once given a sliver of hope. “Plus, we got cake and stuff. And Just Dance.”

Katsuki narrows his eyes, but you know better—he’s always had a soft spot for the redhead. You all wait with baited breath, wondering if this entire evening was a bust, as Katsuki weighs his options in a pool of fallen groceries.

“One hour.”

Eijirou gasps so hard he chokes, and Katsuki’s generosity earns him applause from the audience. (Plus whoops and hollers from Denki and Mina.)

“And I mean it—y’all have sixty fuckin’ minutes before you’re gone without a goddamn trace. Kapeesh?”

“Kapeesh!”

Katsuki sighs, rubbing at his temples as he steps over the mess at the front door. You assume he’ll make Eijirou clean it up. “Whatever. Where’s the fuckin’ cake?”

Ah.

“In the kitchen, my good sir!” Denki says as he ushers the ash-blond into the said kitchen, the rest of the party hot on their heels. Eijirou grabs the cake from the fridge and you’re tense until the plate hits the marble of their island.

“Flavor?” Katsuki asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, I dunno, [Y/N] made it,” Eijirou throws you under the bus, just like that, and you want to scoff at the way Katsuki freezes—if only for a moment. Eijirou’s oblivious as ever, “[Y/N]?”

“It’s red velvet,” you say, trying not to burn under Katsuki’s carmine eyes. You don’t know why he doesn’t look away.

“Frosting?”

“Buttercream.”

As if you’d give him anything else.

Eijirou tries his best to cram 26 candles into the cake before being forced to opt for 23 lest he ruin your decorations. Denki presses him to make a wish and Katsuki rolls his eyes as he blows out the candles. Eijirou wipes an invisible tear because ‘his boy is getting so old.’ Mina and Jiro cut the cake and people seem to enjoy it, and you think that maybe, reuniting with your high school friends after so long isn’t as bad as you thought it’d be.

Even if he said he never wanted to see you again.

“—due to the incoming blizzard, we highly suggest all those who reside in the red and orange zones stay inside until it passes; which should be around ten am tomorrow morning.”

You spoke too soon.

Katsuki turns to the crowd, and you know what he’s going to say before his lip curls.

“Out.”

“Kacchan, don’t be unreasonable!” Izuku says from his comfortable position on the couch. “We’d get caught in the storm if we leave now.”

“Not if you’re fuckin’ fast enough,” Katsuki growls, pulling the greenette’s to his feet by his hair. “Get out, I’m not bunking with you fuckers overnight.”

“Dude,” Denki points to the window, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought the blizzard had already started. “If we leave now, we’ll literally die.”

“Die, then.”

Eijirou sighs, clapping his roommate on the back. “C’mon, man. You know we ca—“

There’s a whirr then a click, and the lights and tv die at once. You can’t see a thing but you definitely hear Katsuki shout:

“Motherfucker!”

Eijirou turns his phone flashlight on first; Katsuki’s busy angrily flicking at the light to no avail. You sigh, turning to the ash-blond (and ignoring those ugly fucking butterflies in your stomach.)

“It’s a blackout Katsuki. The lights aren’t going to work.”

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that, dumbass?” And your chest tightens because even though he’s not eighteen anymore, he sounds the same—but you aren’t sure why you expected him to sound so different either.

You lift an eyebrow (not that he can see it), “It doesn’t look like you do.”

Denki snorts at that, hollering about how you just owned the ash-blond as Katsuki yells at him to shut the fuck up. It’s...familiar and comfortable, like you’re all in high school again, before you had to worry about your friends dying in their line of work because you couldn’t be there with them.

Before you got injured.

“Well I mean, we have a few blankets,” Eijirou offers, and as your eyes slowly adjust to the dark, you’re convinced you see his figure cross the living room. “And like, sweatshirts if it gets too cold.”

“It’s already getting too cold,” Mina says, and you can’t help but agree. The quickly cooling room has the goosebumps raising on your shoulders, and you’re starting to regret forgetting your jacket at home.

“Okay! I don’t have that many, but,” Eijirou hollers from somewhere, before returning with a handful of cloth. He drops it onto the coffee table. “Plus Hanta and Denks left their hoodies here last time.”

“Oh shit, we did?” Hanta says, and you assume it’s his figure who starts digging through the clothes. “Totally thought I lost this, lol.”

“Did you just saw lol out loud?”

“I did.”

“Ooh Ei, do you still have that old Red Riot hoodie?” Mina asks, and all of a sudden, she’s all over the pile. She finds it before the redhead can answer and snatches it away with a gasp.

You watch the pile dissolve in the darkness, one by one, and by the time you reach for something, your palm hits the cool wood of the coffee table. Fuck.

“Oh [Y/N]! Do you need some of my blanket?” Mina offers, but the blanket is small, and wrapping it around both of your shoulders just renders it utterly useless. You shake your head after she tries for a while.

“It’s fine Mina, I’m not that cold,” you laugh, but she shakes her head vehemently.

“No! Girl c’mon, you look like you’re freezing!”

And, well. Freezing is a stretch. Sure, you’re a little cold, but you’ll live.

“Do you need my sweatshirt?” Eijirou asks, already pulling at the hem. You roll your eyes.

“I’m serious guys, it’s not that bad,” you say, waving your arms for emphasis. They all grumble but they give up, and you feel like you can finally relax.

Something soft and army green drops into your lap. You pick it up in confusion, before looking up to see who dropped it.

Katsuki looks down at you, face glowing white from the phone flashlights. His eyes pierce your soul nevertheless.

“I don’t ne—“

“Take it.”

Katsuki takes a seat next to you on the couch in his own hoodie. You don’t realize until you put it on that he gave you a sweatshirt themed after his own hero costume.

You can’t sleep.

You can’t sleep, and you’re sure it’s due to the temperature. The wind howls and it sounds like you’re in the eye of a tornado, loose branches knocking against the rattling glass, and upon looking through the window, you see nothing but stark white. You sigh, checking the time on your phone for the fiftieth time this hour. Yep. Still four am.

“Stop fuckin’ movin’, dumbass.”

You all decided to bunk in the living room for warmth. You’re surprised Katsuki stayed, though; you figured he would just head to his room and let you all fend for yourselves while he slept in a comfortable bed. But here he is, sleeping next to you on the cold fucking floor.

“Sorry,” you say, but it’s hard when your shivering and your jaw aches from stunting your chattering teeth. Katsuki and Eijirou only had a limited amount of sleeping bags, meaning you’ve got to share a blanket with the hulking ash-blond.

“You cold?” He grunts. You don’t know why he’s asking.

“No.”

Katsuki sighs, and you hear him adjust, the blanket sliding from your neck to your shoulder. “You’re a shit liar.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows to glare his way, and you look to notice Katsuki’s laying the same way.

“What’s your point?”

Katsuki doesn’t answer for a moment, but it doesn’t seem like he’s looking for an answer, either—his neon red eyes glow through the dark and straight into your soul, and the next time you shiver, it isn’t because of the temperature.

“You’re stubborn.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing, “Thought you figured that out senior year.”

Katsuki’s face flashes with an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint before it’s gone again. “Yeah. You’d think almost dying would fuckin’ fix that.”

You sigh. Looks like you’re having this conversation now, then.

“I didn’t almost die—“

“Yes, you fuckin’ did,” Katsuki snarls, and Denki almost stirs at his raised tone. “You took that bullet and you didn’t get up for months—“

“And then I woke up and everything was fine! Seriously Katsuki, what’s your problem? I lived.”

“My problem is that you shouldn’t have been there in the goddamn first place!” Katsuki says through grit teeth. You watch his temple roll underneath his hairline. “That was my fuckin’ fight. I don’t need some chick jumping in front of a bullet for me just ‘cause she thinks I can’t take it!”

You scoff, looking around to see if any of your other sleeping friends are listening because get a load of this guy. Naturally, they don’t respond.

“That’s what this is about? Oh, well I’m sorry I bruised your dignity because I didn’t want to see you get fucking shot!”

Katsuki chest inflates with disbelief before it deflates again, and he’s rolling his eyes before he says, “That’s not—you fuckin’ know that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh really?” You laugh, and goddammit Katsuki, you just had to bring it up, didn’t you? “Because waking up after two months to your best friend telling you to give up doesn’t preserve your dignity at all, huh?”

“I didn’t tell you to fu—“

“You said those exact words, Katsuki. You said give up, and you left the hospital.”

The ash-blond has nothing to say to that, because he knows that you know you’re right, and trying to jedi mind trick you into believing he isn’t an asshole won’t work.

“Well you fuckin’ listened,” he grumbles, more to himself than you, but enough emotion flares in your core to make you want to scream.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you say, huffing, before turning your back to him, deeming this conversation over. “Good night, Katsuki.”

There’s a lull and it has you convinced you’ve won, finally relaxing (as much as you can) onto the cold floor. At least arguing heated your blood up a bit.

“The fuck do you mean?”

You roll your eyes even though they’re closed before you hop back onto your forearms to give the ash-blond a nasty look. “What?”

“You...said you didn’t have a choice,” Katsuki says, and it’s the first time you think you’ve heard him sound weary. Unsure. “The fuck does that mean?”

“It means I had to give up on being a hero either way.”

Which sucked. Because you had spent the past four years of your life working your ass off to save others, and you wind up out of commission before you even got started. You...suppose you didn’t tell Katsuki the whole story. Well, you hadn’t had a chance to—today’s the first time speaking with him since you woke up in the hospital.

Katsuki eyes you out of his peripheral, but only for a second. “And that means...?”

“It means that if I land on my spine the wrong way, there’s a high chance I’ll be paralyzed from the waist down.” You growl, frustrated that it was easier to coax the truth out of you than you thought.

The bullet buried close to your spinal column. You had to do PT for months, relearning how to walk as you slowly regain your motor functions. That’s when you started to bake.

“Oh.”

The howling of the wind turns from somewhat soothing to aggravating as Katsuki’s unimpressive “oh” hangs heavy in the air, and you find yourself sighing, the puzzle pieces finally clicking in your head. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Katsuki asks—he’s still not looking at you.

“Blaming yourself,” you gesture to his figure, which is lax with depression, lacking its sturdiness and usual fire. “You didn’t shoot the gun.”

Katsuki snorts at that, running a hand through his hair, “I might as well.”

“Stop.”

“You got shot because of me,” Katsuki says as if it were a fact. “They were trying to kill me. Not you.”

“And they didn’t kill me. I’m here and you’re here. If I hadn’t been there, you’d be six feet under right now,” you reason. Katsuki shrugs because he’s just as stubborn as you are, and you figure he’s been carrying around this baggage for too many years.

“Does your back hurt often?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I mean sure, I get flare-ups sometimes, but it’s not too bad. Doesn’t really get in the way of baking as long as the table is high enough.”

Katsuki thinks for a moment, teeth worrying his bottom lip. “Is the table high enough? At your café.”

You shrug, failing to see where he’s going with this. “I have a platform thingy, so. It’s mostly for decorating cakes and things—“

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“What?”

“I’ll buy you a new table,” Katsuki says, nodding to himself as if he was confirming the idea. “A higher one.”

It takes a second for his offer to process, but once it does, you’re fighting a smile. Still the same kid. “Kats, I don’t nee—“

“An—And if you need a new chair. I’ll pay for that shit too.”

You shake your head—mainly in disbelief, “I don’t need a chair, Katsuki.”

“Then what?” He asks, and it almost sounds desperate with the speed he rushed the sentence, “Y’need a car? That hunk of junk you drive could use some work.”

You ignore the jab, because your car works perfectly fine thank you very much, and snort at the suggestion of such an outrageous purchase.

“What? You tryna be my sugar daddy or something?” You joke. Katsuki gives you a look, and it's dead serious.

“D’ya need one?”

“I—no!” You laugh, and have to remind yourself to reel it in before you actually wake Denki up. “I’m fine financially I just—what’s gotten into you?”

“Nothin’.” Katsuki quickly grumbles, facing forwards again. “I just...”

You raise an eyebrow, “You just..?”

“I dunno. I dunno,” Katsuki shakes his head. You let him gather his thoughts in silence before he tries again. He doesn’t.

“Then fuck me.”

In your defense, your mouth moved before you thought it through.

Katsuki has an unreadable look on his face, but his voice is anything but steady when he says, “What?”

Fuck. Fuck.

“U-Uh, I mean,” you recoil. Stupid big mouth. “I—you—don’t worry about it.”

“You said you wanted to fuck me,” Katsuki deadpans. You choke.

“I—no, that’s not—“

“That’s exactly what you said.”

“No, I meant as in I’m pent up. Obviously,” you defend with a huff, crossing your arms on the pillow as you glare daggers his way. Katsuki matches your stare.

“Not as pent up as a Pro Hero,” he scoffs, lifting an eyebrow. You take it as a challenge.

You click your tongue in faux pity, “Awe, the number two hero Dynamight doesn’t get laid?”

“No fuckin’ time,” he grunts, though you don’t find much remorse in his voice.

“Well, you have time now,” you say, completely unsure of where this confidence is coming from. Either way, you’ll take it and run.

“I do,” Katsuki confirms, leaning in closer. He’s close enough that you can smell what’s leftover of his cologne, and see the hint of a grin that makes his upper cheek shine silver in the moonlight. You find yourself leaning in just as much as he does.

“Wanna blow off some steam?” You dare to question. Katsuki’s grin only grows wider.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Katsuki’s kisses are surprisingly soft, you think, and so are his lips. But you don’t have much time to think about it as he pulls you in by the waist, quietly groaning into your mouth while he lays you down on your back.

“Always thought you were the prettiest fuckin’ thing,” he growls, trailing butterfly kisses down your neck. “‘M gonna make it up to you, yeah? Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

A hand hikes his sweatshirt above your chest before Katsuki’s latching onto the skin under your collarbone and sucking, teeth digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine,” you whimper, intoxicated by the way Katsuki’s lips flush pink as he pulls away, eyes locked on the fresh hickey on your chest. They flicker up to you; he grins.

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

Katsuki hums at that, licking his lips before diving back in. You hiss when he bites too hard, prompting him to bite harder, but he always soothes it over with his tongue, topping each bruise with a kiss. You flinch when his lips wrap around your nipple and he chuckles at your meek whimper; a hand removes its grip on the sweatshirt in favor of sliding it up your thigh.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Katsuki says once he pulls away, enjoying the sight of you writhing in anticipation. “And it’s all for me, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, ‘m all yours just—“ you kick a leg in frustration at the thumb playing with the hem of your panties, “—do something already.”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, “Do what?”

You frown, huffing, “You know what.”

Katsuki shrugs, adjusting so he’s caging you to the floor. Ghosting a thumb over your panties, he says, “‘Course I do. You gotta ask nicely first.”

You tighten your hands into fists. He would.

“I’m no—“

“Beg, Princess,” Katsuki growls, his stare unwavering. He presses an inquisitive finger to your clit through your panties either as a promise or a threat—which, you’re not quite sure.

You crumble.

“I—fine, just—finger me.”

Katsuki doesn’t move. Asshole.

“Please.”

The ash-blond grins, finally pushing your panties to the side.

“Good girl.”

When Katsuki slides his first finger in, it’s much too easy, and you blame it on the foreplay. You shudder, hands moving to brace themselves on his big shoulders, and the ash-blond muffles a moan as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Another,” you moan, bucking your hips into his palm. Katsuki’s heated gaze flickers from your body to your face.

“Already?” He chuckles, the rasp in his throat giving his arousal away. You nod—he clicks his tongue.

“Fuckin’ dirty.”

Two fingers feel like so much more than just one, and they have your eyebrows folding in a poor attempt to muffle a whimper. Katsuki’s fingers still move tentatively but they’re getting comfortable, curling and searching for that place that’ll make you tremble. And then he finds it.

“F-Fuck,” your body jolts, and Katsuki’s shushing you against the pillows.

“Keep your mouth shut, Princess,” he purrs, head dipping down to nip at your neck. It adjusts the angle ever so slightly, but enough to make you hiss, and he chuckles. “Unless you wanna get caught.”

“Oh yeah, because that sounds fun right now,” you snort towards the ceiling. Katsuki pulls away with an unimpressed look as his thumb comes down over your clit.

“Can’t wait to fuck the brat outta ya. Maybe then you’ll actually shut up for once, huh?” Katsuki inserts a third finger without you asking him to, and you gasp, clawing at his back.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he laughs against your mouth lowly, as if the light kisses will do anything but make more noise, “Good God sweetheart, you’re really pent up, aren’t ya?”

“Shit—I doubt you’re much better,” you try, scoffing at what you can see of his painfully hard cock in his sweatpants. Katsuki looks down before sending a huff your way, with a cute little blush dusted on his cheeks.

“Shut the fuck up,” he grunts, pulling out his fingers. You whine at the loss. “How d’ya want me to fuck you?”

You need to take a step back from how crude the question is. Right, sex.

“Right um,” you look around, trying to find the least obvious position—and one that doesn’t make a shit ton of noise. Laying on your side, you tuck an arm under the pillow, before turning around to Katsuki to suggest, “Cuddle-fucking?”

“Cuddle-fucking.”

“Yep,” you say with finality, popping the p. Making big grabby hands his way, you say, “C’mere, big guy.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes but moves behind you anyways, warm arms easily finding themselves around your waist under the blanket. After a few adjustments and ensuring you're both fully covered, Katsuki’s hard cock presses against your entrance as he hooks his head over your chin with a huff.

“This is so not on fuckin’ brand.”

“I don’t think fucking in a living room with sleeping friends is on-brand for a pro hero or a baker,” you say casually. Katsuki breaks out into a snort, pressing his face deeper into your neck.

“God, I fuckin’ missed you, ya know that?” He chortles. Your chest blooms with something it hasn’t in years, and for the first time, you find that you don’t mind.

“Don’t be such a dick and maybe I’ll stick around this time,” you quip with a smile he can’t see. Though you feel his against the base of your neck.

“Noted.”

Katsuki’s last words hang in the air, unusually heavy, and your eyes catch the snow beating against the window with a less than angry howl. Katsuki’s chest shudders against your back but he doesn’t move, hands frozen at your waist.

“Hey, I thought you were gon—“

“I’m getting to it,” Katsuki snaps, and you gasp as he starts to push inside. “So fuckin’ impatient, goddamn.”

He pulls you down until he fills you completely, and you suppress the urge to shout at the speed he did it with. Katsuki moves a hand to slap over your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You reach around to pinch him in the side with a huff, he calls you a bitch. It’s a little hard to hear you behind his hand as you say, “Then don’t catch me off guard like that, asshole.”

Katsuki snaps his hips and does exactly what you tell him not to do—prompting another surprised whine out of you and a dark chuckle from the ash-blond. His cheek presses into your jaw as he finds leverage in hiking your lower half up until your puffy cunt is level with his cock, and fucking you until you drool all over the pillow.

“What a pretty fuckin’ thing,” Katsuki grunts, and you can tell he struggles to keep quiet in the way his chest sporadically shudders. You have to grip the pillow for some semblance of purchase and Katsuki chuckles at watching you struggle, before he’s hiking your leg up to fuck you that much deeper.

“I always—always knew you’d sound so good,” he pants, the grip around your mouth bordering on clammy. You want to tell him that if he keeps making so much noise he’ll wake up everyone in this fucking room, but there isn’t much time between moans to get more than a word in. “Fuck baby, keep tightening around me like that, and I might fuckin’ cum.”

You find it amusing how close he is so quickly, until two fingers land on your clit and start rubbing in slow, small circles. Your walls flutter around him and Katsuki digs his teeth into your neck with a curse, his grip around your raised thigh contracting as he tries to hold on for as long as he can.

And that’s when Denki starts to move.

First, he rolls to the left. Which would’ve been fine, seeing as it’s in the opposite direction until he bops Eijirou straight on the nose and promptly rouses the redhead from his slumber. Katsuki’s hips still.

“O-Ow, dick,” Eijirou curses under his breath, quickly scrambling to his forearms. It’s hard to tell through the darkness, mostly because you’re squinting your eyes to feign sleep, but it seems like Eijirou rubs under his nose, only to blink back at a bloody hand.

“...Shit.”

Katsuki’s hips shift, ever so slightly, but enough to nestle his cock deeper and force you to bite back a whine. And another. And then another.

You try your hardest to be discreet when you reach to pinch Katsuki in the side, and he breathes a laugh down your neck.

“What?” He whispers, though it's more than a rasp than anything else. Good to know you’re not the only one struggling to not cum, here.

“You know 'what,'” you quickly hiss. But Katsuki’s hips don’t stop as Eijirou weighs his options to cure his bloody nose in the dark. The fingers on your clit return their usual pressure and you inhale sharply, nails digging into Katsuki’s forearm as your orgasm begins creeping up on you.

Eijirou sniffles and gets up, stumbling through the darkness to turn down the hall that leads to the bedrooms. Katsuki sees that as fucking freedom and his hips really start to pick up so much speed that you struggle to breathe through it all.

“‘M gonna cum,” Katsuki whimpers into your neck, burying his face deeper in a poor attempt to stunt any sound. “Fuck, fuck ‘m gonna cum, you close baby?”

“Y-Yeah jus’ a little more,” you whimper, eyes rolling as Katsuki finds some inhumane energy in him to fuck faster. He nods at that and bites into your shoulder with a growl, “C’mon, fuckin’ cream all over my cock—atta girl, fuck, fuck—“

Katsuki fills you up the moment you clench around his cock with a sigh, the weight of your orgasm knocking you forehead-first into your pillow as you bite the urge to squeal. Katsuki doesn't growl as much as you expect, moans breathy and light as his hips finally stutter to a stop—but you suppose some things have to change over the years.

Katsuki collapses next to you in pure exhaustion and you’re sure that’s his cum leaking down your thigh, but for some reason, you don’t really mind.

“Hey you,” he speaks first, eyes blazing red in the darkness. You snort.

“Hey, you.”

Katsuki chuckles with a stupidly giddy smile on his face, "Y'know, you still fuck really well."

You drop your head on his chest to snort, and his hands find their rightful place around your waist.

"Better than high school?"

"Yeah..." Katsuki grumbles, before his eyes narrow. "Wait—hey, yo—"

"I haven't fucked anyone since," you snuff the fire before it even starts, and Katsuki relaxes, though his eyes stay slim. He pulls you closer and you sigh—it's comfortable.

"Good," he grunts. And then after a pregnant silence: "I haven't either."

That's...strangely reassuring.

Your arms wriggle until they fold over his shoulders to play with the small hairs on the back of his neck, and he hums, eyes fluttering shut with a final peck on the lips. As Katsuki's breathing evens and the white of the snow dyes the highest points of his face white, you smile. He looks older.

You think he's asleep until he nudges your waist.

"Be my girlfriend."

You don't even hesitate.

"Okay."

By the time Eijirou comes stumbling down the hall, both you and Katsuki are passed out—with his body encompassing yours in the most intimate way, face tucked into your hickey-ridden neck as your arms and legs lock around his being. The redhead gives you both a soft smile as he passes, snorting to himself.

“Took them long enough.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOTSUKI

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bnha smut #bakugou smut #mha smut

[lilysdaydreams]

lockdown haircuts

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Fluff

→ Warnings: Swearing

→ Summary: cutting his hair during the pandemic

→ I will be honest and say that I don't really know what this is,,, kinda like a glimpse into their life? like its very random and has no plot lol anyways ENJOY

→ Thinking of turning this into a series;;; glimpses into lockdown life?

→ PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS, I suck at coming up with ideas. I might  not write well, but at least I’ll have something to write about.

You had been roommates with Corpse for around a year now. He'd put an ad online and you'd answered and that was that. He later told you that you were the only person who didn't judge him just because of his name and that's why he agreed so quickly. The first few weeks were awkward but you'd become friends quickly, watching movies late at night, making dinner because you got concerned when he only ordered out, going on late night drives because both of you couldn't sleep. You'd fallen in love in the middle of all that, whispering that you liked each other at 3 in the morning. Nothing changed much, except that you kissed and stuff. When the virus spread, you both didn't really have a problem with the lockdowns because you both barely left the house anyways. The only reason you left the house was to see your best friend, and that only happened every 2 months when she came down to California. A month into the lockdown, you looked over at him while eating breakfast and had a thought.

“Corpse,” you said, slamming the spoon onto the table, making him jump because of the sudden motion.

He coughed, blinking at you with with raised eyebrows.

“What the fuck?” He asked with bleary eyes, still a bit sleepy.

“You need a haircut.” You said already getting up and moving towards the kitchen drawers.

“What?”

“You need a haircut” you repeated, rummaging through the drawers now.

“Wait wait wait” he said, panicking a little. “What are you on about? My hairs fine!”

“No it’s not!” You said finally pulling the scissors out and turning towards him. “It’s a mop” you said pointing to his head with the scissors.

Corpse backed up a little, his legs hitting the counter you’d both been eating at.

“Y/N, I gotta be honest, you’re kinda scaring me” he murmured eyes on the scissors.

You stopped for a second and then releasing what it looked like, you sheepishly put the scissors down.

Corpse finally relaxed, a sigh escaping him.

“Okay fine, but I’m being serious!” You exclaimed, moving towards him.

“Look how long it’s getting.” You said pulling at the hairs at the back of his head. “It’s almost to your shoulders!”

He shot a look at me. “You literally could not have told a more obvious lie."

He ran a hand through his hair and hummed. “Maybe it is getting a bit long though," he finally murmured.

You gasped, quickly turning and grabbing the scissors.

“Hair cut time!”

“Oh for gods sake Y/N, there’s no way I’m getting a haircut from you.”

...

10 minutes later, Corpse was sitting in a chair in the middle of the living room, a sheet wrapped around his shoulders.

“Please.” He was begging, “Please don’t overdo it, just a small trim okay?”

“I won’t!” You reassure him. “Remember I used to work at hairdressers?”

You didn’t tell him that you technically only cleaned the floor and didn’t actually cut anyone’s hair, just watched others do it.

“Okay.” He says finally relenting with a sigh.

You squeal in excitement and grab a few strands before making the first snip.

“Oh my god” you whisper. “This is gonna be amazing.”

“Wait,” Corpse says just before you skip another few strands. “Aren’t you supposed to wet the hair?”

A second of silence and then;

“Oh yeah,” you say softly. “I don’t think we should though. Because your hair is curly and if I cut it when it’s wet and straight, then I’ll probably cut more and when it dries it’ll be realllllyyy short. You get what I mean?”

“Um no. But okay”

You scoff, grabbing another few pieces and begin snipping.

"Do you want a bowl cut?" you ask randomly after a few minutes.

"Nooo!" he wails and you giggle in response, letting him know that you were only kidding.

A few minutes later though, you silently wonder if it might just end up being a bowl cut.

10 minutes later, you snip the last few strands and run your hand through the hair for a bit. Corpse leans his head back slightly and you sigh at the sight of his relaxed face. He had been so stressed recently because of the amount of attention he had been getting. He was barely getting enough sleep because he kept on wanting to work and get music out, scared that people would move onto something else.

You lightly massage his head, making him sigh in relief.

"You okay?" you ask quietly.

He smiles lightly, eyes still closed.

You continue massaging his head until he grabs your hands, pulling you to the front of the chair and into his lap. Without opening his eyes, he leans his head against yours and breathes out a single word.

"Thankyou."

You blink, slightly confused. "Uh your welcome, but you haven't really looked at the hair yet, you might just hate it" you whispered back, feeling weird to talk out loud while being so close.

He chuckled before pecking you on the lips.

"I didn't mean the haircut," he confessed, "Thank you for being so supportive and kind and patient throughout all of this."

"I uh- I know it can be hard," he stuttered, trying to find the right words, "what with my anxiety and my insomnia and all the other shit that's going on, and lets not even start about all the internet stuff, but I jus- I just wanna say that I'm so thankful that you're here through everything. I love you."

"Oh sweetheart," you murmur, grabbing his face and pulling it up to look straight into his eyes. "I'm so happy to be on this journey with you, okay, and that means going  through the hard times, the  good times, the stressful times, the annoying times, every  single moment alright?" Seeing him smile, you quickly give him a peck and then jump up.

"C'mon!" you say, "I'll take a photo from the back so you can see your hair"

Smiling at your excitement, he grabs his phone and turns it to you. You swipe to open up the camera and then quickly snap a few pics that focus on the hair, before showing them to him.

"Oh." he says, sounding surprised.

You gasp and look at him astonished, "Did you have no faith in me?" you ask.

He looks up at you, slightly apologetic.

"Yeah okay," you said, deflating. "I didn't have faith me in either".

"No honestly, it looks great... better than I expected." he says after a few more seconds of staring  at the phone.

"Ahhh" you sigh, "Always the tone of surprise."

You burst out laughing at the look of utter exasperation of Corpses face.

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all the love - lily xx

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse fics #Y/N #idk what this is #i hope you enjoy #please send requests #be kind #i am sensitive #but #constructive critism welcome

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

Uhh am I allowed to ask for a nsfw one-shot of dom!Keade pegging her fem!s/o & Keade just being very wholesome pls. (If you’re ok with this ;w;)

Of course anon! I’m sorry it took a while, I love it I just got incredibly overwhelmed with requests and life for a while lol. I got you though!! I hope you like it!’

Untitled Kaede Fic

TW:// 18+ NSFW, pegging, begging, overstimulation

Kaede. The most beautiful, kind hearted, sweet, assertive girl you’ve ever met in your entire life. And you were lucky enough to call her yours. You’d had a crush on Kaede since the day you first met, after you saw just how gentle and overall wholesome she was. You were also pretty attracted to how she seemed to take control of every situation and conversation. The two of you hit it off instantly, of course, as Kaede got along well with everyone, but also because she liked you back. She loved your eyes and your smile and how mesmerizing they both were, and most of all, she loved that you seemed to like her back.

The two of you never officially started dating though, you just sort of started hanging out more and more. Then, when staying the night together, you shared a tipsy kiss. But then, the next day, when you were both completely sober, you kissed yet again. When the two of you had gone out with Kaede’s friends, who you quickly grew to know and love as friends of your own, you even held hands. That caught the attention of her friends, quickly prompting them to ask if you two were a couple. Kaede simply chuckled and said “we’ll have to see about that,” while squeezing your hand tighter.

Since that day, it took the two of you 6 months to officially say you were dating. Up until then the two of you just fucked and kissed and had sleepovers and stayed “just really good friends” for a while. You soon after were “just roommates,” but after 6 months of that, you have now been in an official relationship for about 4 months. You can truly with confidence say that you’re in love with Kaede Akamatsu.

Tonight wasn’t anything special. Kaede just decided that she wanted to make the evening extra special for you. She wanted to pleasure you the best she could. Kaede knew you had a long day of classes, and knew you had been stressed lately, so she decided to surprise you when you got home. You walked through the door of your shared off campus apartment, and didn’t see your girlfriend in the kitchen or living room like you normally would after coming home.

“Kaede?” You asked out loud, walking into the living room of the apartment, looking around.

“I’m in here!” Kaedes voice boomed across the apartment, from your bedroom. You smiled and swiftly tossed your bags and phone onto the nearby chair, and dashed to the bedroom. When you arrived, you saw Kaede in a two pieced bright pink lingerie bra/panties set, laying across the top of the bed looking at you. “Hey gorgeous,” she said sensually, while patting the bed in front of her. “Come here, Princess,” she whispered as you crawled toward her. You made your way into her arms, and she held you against her closely as you nuzzled into her chest. She quickly moved her hands to your chest and started playing with your breasts, which now filled her hands. You gasped softly at the feeling of Kaede’s warm slender hands playing with you, and you snapped your head back to face her. She pulled you in for a passionate kiss before pushing you away, and onto your back. “Listen to me, ok sweet Angel?” She half asked, half demanded. You nodded, mesmerized at how sexy she was. “You’re going to get fucked tonight, ok Princess?”

“K-kaede…” you whispered in shock. Kaede slowly moved one of her hands down to your bottoms and removed them with one swift movement. She teases you with her fingers through your now soaked panties. Kaede was amazing at using her fingers on you- she knows just how to move and place them. Must be the pianist in her, but she makes you cum every single time her fingers touch you. After slowly rubbing small circles over your panties for a few moments, she simply slid her fingers up the side of them, making direct contact with you. You became a whimpering mess very quickly, as Kaede began to slide your undergarments completely off, sliding her fingers deep inside of you. “Kaede!“ you gasped loudly as you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Your tongues battled in eachothers mouths for a few moments, as Kaede continued to finger fuck you, making sure you moaned deeply into her mouth. She then removed her lips from yours, and decided to start sucking on your neck, immediately getting to the spot she knows you love so much, making you fall over the edge. “Kaede - I love you so much oh my FUCK!” You screamed as you came around her fingers. She chuckled, pulled her fingers out, and licked them clean. You instantly started whimpering begging her for more. “Kaede, please?”

“Please what, sweet heart?” She asked teasingly as she rolled you over, with her hand rubbing over your ass.

Your breathing got loud and shaky. “Please.. fuck me kaede. Please, I’m begging you,” you rambled on for a while. “Kaede I need you, please, please kaede..” you thrust your ass into the air as you cried out for her.

“Does my sweet baby want me to fuck her hard?” Kaede said as she continued to caress your lower back, ass, and thighs, leaving you a whimpering mess. A high pitched cry came out in response which made Kaede stop, smile, and simply say “ok baby. I’ll fuck you nice and good okay? Stay still.” You felt her body pull away from yours, but since you were flipped onto your hands and knees you couldn’t see where she’d gone, though you could hear the rustling of a bag? In almost no time, Kaede had reappeared and you suddenly felt a cold plastic tip pressing at your rear entrance. You let out a loud involuntarily moan and tried to back up onto it a little when you felt Kaede pull away.

“I’m fucking you, ok y/n? Don’t. Move.” She stated with power and lust in her voice. You nodded quickly and muttered out “yes kaede, sorry love,” and squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation.

Kaede teased you with the tip of her strap on for a long time. You couldn’t stop crying and begging for more, but she wouldn’t give in. “Baby, I love you-“ kaede started before slamming her strap on into you.

“Fuck!!!!” You screamed out in pain and pleasure. She stayed still inside of you making sure you had a few moments to get comfortable.

“Tell me when you’re okay, alright love?” kaede whispered lovingly into your ear.

You nodded and bit into the pillow you had in front of you. After a solid two minutes of Kaede just sitting inside you, you took a deep breathe and barely even whispered “I’m ready” you were so quiet you didn’t even know if kaede had heard you or not. But you weren’t wondering that for long, as she immediately started to thrust in and out of you. “Ahh..” you gasped out loudly.

Kaede was somehow absolutely destroying you while at the same time, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

Her thrusts were long, deep, and slow, but god did she use a lot of force. She fucked you hard. Her huge strap on bottomed you out with each thrust. You couldn’t even control your loud moans, groans, cry’s, and screams. You were incoherent, and loving every second of it. With one hand, kaede reached down and started to rub your clit again, which caused you to completely break down in the best possible way. “Ah! Ka-ka…de…” you couldn’t even get her name out of your mouth with how much pleasure you were feeling.

She removed her fingers, grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulled your head backwards, and whispered in your ear, “does my baby like that? Do you like being overstimulated by me baby?” She kept thrusting hard as she spoke to you.

“Y-y..yes m-mommy…” you barely blurred out.

Kaede smirked at you, and shoved herself as deep inside you as she could, still pulling your hair. “Mommy huh? And are you gonna cum for mommy?” She teased you. “Does mommy’s little angel wanna cum for her?” She said as she pulled the strap on almost all the way out before slamming it right back in.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, just cry out in bliss. Before you knew it you felt the orgasm that had been building up inside of you finally release. As soon as you started cumming for her, Kaede moved her hand back onto your clit, helping you really ride out that orgasm. Your entire body was shaking and convulsing as you came hard. You had completely soaked everything with your wetness- Kaede’s hands, your legs, the huge strap on that was still fucking you slowly.

Once your orgasm started to slow down, so did Kaede’s thrusts, and her hand slowly removed itself from you. She laid down next to you and rolled you onto your side. A small puddle of drool was on the bed where your mouth had been before, and you looked at her with incredibly tired eyes. You could still barely form a single word, but she started to talk to you anyway. “You’re such a good girl for me, you know that? I love you so so much. Are you okay my sweetness?” She asked as she caressed your cheek. You just nodded slowly still in bliss. Kaede smiled softly back at you and helped you scoot to the edge of the bed, then helped you stand and assisted you to the bathroom so she could help you clean up. “I love you darling” she whispered before softly kissing you on the lips.

After you’d cleaned up and recovered from the crazy night you’d just had, she helped you back into bed and held you close.

“I love you, Kaede.”

“I love you more y/n.”

And the two of you fell asleep in eachothers arms.

#kaede akamatsu #danganronpa #kaede danganronpa #kaede smut #drv3 akamatsu #v3 kaede #kaede v3 #kaede akamatsu smut #lemon #danganronpa fanfic #danganronpa smutfic #not sfw

[lilyrachelcassidy]

same anon again! and totally cool with the last request :) So I popped up with a new one. Same thing daphne x reader using 15 and/or 47 from the prompt list! (preferably daphne asking out reader but anything’s cool) :))

A/N: Hi lovely anon... You're the sweetest <3 I really think you might be my official fav person rn :D And yes, yes, I'm super happy to see you again in my inbox and... oh boy, I love Daphne x Reader so much. Here you go with with the requests you asked for :)

Warnings: Might add but I consider both of those works as children-friendly lol (maybe some alcohol but that's pretty much it)...

15: “Just tell her that.” / “Such a pep talk…”

"Pansy?"

You burst into the Slytherin common room with as much energy as your legs could carry you with at the late hour as it was. Exactly, 1 am, if to be radically precise. But getting acquainted with Pansy's strange late-night habits for over seven years, you knew you could find her sprawling over the large lounge, still awake, with the Firewhisky drink in her hand per usual.

As presumed, you were right -- she was sitting, still fully dressed in her school robes and staring aloof at the fireplace, drifting more in her perplexing thoughts than she would want to. Hearing your sleepy voice, however, made her tilt her head and glance at you, standing in your emerald-green pajamas, at the entrance of the stairs to the girls' room.

She smirked. "Insomnia playing over?" she asked, teasingly, her sparkling eyes locking with your fluttery ones.

"No," you answered carefully before covering your mouth from a yawn to which Pansy's smirk widened. You flopped tiredly on the sofa, next to her and laid your head instinctively on her shoulder. "There's something I wanted to talk with you about."

"That's why you got out of bed? To talk to me about something you could do as well in the morning but without bothering your pretty face?" she asked, and though you couldn't see her face, you imagined she was frowning in incomprehension.

"Well..." you drawled, already partly regretting you had decided to come over with such a sensitive issue to her. "It's the only time Daphne is not around."

"Oh...Is that--" Pansy gasped in enthusiasm, throwing your head off of her to which you reacted with a small moan of pain, to look directly into your face. "Are you going to finally admit you're so madly in love with her and that you drool at her every time she doesn't look?"

Well, that was straightforward...

"W-what?" you sputtered out, trying to make sense of what you wanted to express. But dealing suddenly with too much confusion and surprise, you found it to be a challenging task to perform. "How would you know? I've never told anyone!"

At the raised, almost frantic tone of your voice, Pansy grinned, probably satisfied with the fact she dared to shock you. "You are the worst player in this puppy-love game if you haven't noticed yet," she said, arching her eyebrows. "It's almost hard to miss you staring at her in the classrooms or... I don't know... even when you talk to her, smiling like mad. Only concerns are for Daphne, who seems to be totally oblivious to that."

"You think? I mean, hasn't she noticed? Did she s--"

"No," Pansy interrupted you intentionally, rolling her eyes. "I think she has other doubts than that. Besides... it's also she who attempts to hide her goo-goo eyes from you."

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Ughh... She has a crush on you too! Happy?"

"No, she does no--"

"Of course she does, you unheeding dolt! One time, I even caught her scribbling your name in her notebook with small hearts around. What do you think it means?"

"I--" Momentarily speechless, you dropped your gaze to the hands and unconsciously started playing with your fingers. "I don't know what to say..."

"Just tell her that." Pansy shrugged, finding the simplest solution in everything while eloquently sipping her drink. "It's a normal thing to do. Go over to her during lunchtime and talk to her. Confess."

You huffed, suddenly feeling a stream of sarcasm dancing on your tongue. "Oh, really? Such a pep talk, you know... Thanks, Pans."

She nudged you with her elbow. "C'mon. You've wasted plenty of time daydreaming about her. It's a moment to take up action. Tomorrow, it's your round, or otherwise, it might pass."

Sighing, you peeked at her with seriousness. "I don't know about that."

"Then you'll never know," she commented aptly, and you knew she made her point. "I realize it might be confusing. But hey, no matter what happens, I'll be always there for you. Remember?"

"Remember," you repeated, somehow feeling more confident than you had been ten minutes ago.

XOXOXO

47. “Are you asking if I’m a single?” / “Okay… I-I will.”

The party night was... disastrous, to say at least.

And you really didn't want to be here. But all thanks to your best friend, Susan, who was definitely a go-go type of a person and had been insistently persuading you to get out with her ("This'd be so fun, Y/N!" said she with already a little too drunk tone), by now you were being pushed in the crowd of inebriated people, soaking in sweat due to the heated breaths that were puffing and blowing at your neck from all around. Making your best attempts to push your way, conflict-less, to some less teeming space, you met with a failure by being shoved to your previous position by someone's hips from behind and a loud 'Watch it!'.

Frustration and exasperation accumulated in you, and you felt truly flustered with a situation. As it turned out, flustered enough to provoke the combative self you hadn't known existed in you, to start jostling everyone around to move away from your path to freedom. It required a few angry 'ouches' and curses sent towards you, but finally...Finally, you succeeded in getting away from the bustle and a disgusting odor of sweat that hurt your nostrils just too much.

"Double Scotch, please," you said breathlessly to the bartender as you had reached the bar and casually leaned over the counter. "Triple if needed. Make it extra strong."

The bartender nodded merely, giving you a perfunctory smile, before taking care of your order by grasping some liquor from the shelf and pouring it professionally into the glass. Too distracted with exhaustion from too loud music and screeches from the crowd singing along the songs' lyrics, you hadn't even noticed a blonde girl with a glint of explicit interest in her eyes staring at you. Well, not until...

"Is it a way of dealing with the party?" the girl asked, smiling. "Or are you trying to forget you're here?"

"Both, I guess." You laughed, turning your head to behold a nice-looking gal who was casually sipping her Mohito drink. A really nice-looking, actually. Her hair was laid in the smooth curls on her broad shoulder, emphasizing her soft facial features and shiny, blue eyes. Dressed in the tight gleaming-black dress with the heals lengthening her legs, she looked more than appealing. "I was forced by a friend to come. Not my intention."

"Tell me about it," muttering under her breath, she playfully rolled her eyes and smirked suggestively. Then with an outstretched hand, she proffered you an inviting smile and introduced herself, "I'm Daphne."

You took a hand invitation, shaking in lightly and reciprocating a smile. "Y/N."

"So, you came here with a friend?" the girl, now as you knew Daphne, asked you with an arousing curiosity. "Or girlfriend, or boyfriend?"

Alcohol being the best solution for straightforwardness as it was, forced you to express your first-moment thought without any earlier contemplation. "Are you asking if I'm single?" You took a gulp of your drink and squinted suddenly at the realization of your words. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that! It's just--"

"It's okay, I'm aware of the after-alcohol effects," Daphne soothed you down and tried her best to hide her pre-momentary shock from her face, though you could still detect it.

You fucking idiot!

"Yeah, I've come here with my roommate. She loves parties and said it would be a crime to miss one, especially on Friday night," you answered her question, attempting to get slickly out of your faux pas.

Smiling, forgetting about your little confusion, and ignoring the noise from the background, you chatted, relishing each other's company and treating it as a make-up for ruined Friday plans, fault laying on both of your friends' sides. How much time had passed while you were sitting there, taking the next rounds from the bartender and goggling at each other you didn't know, but one thing was sure -- you both definitely enjoyed it.

The things came, however, to the end as soon as Susan, plastered as you had never seen her before, approached you in a stumbling manner. She was giggling like mad, which clearly indicated one thing -- it's about time to export her back to the house.

"What the heck?! It's not a funeral, peach. Come dance with me!" she screamed as if she was on the opposite side of the room, putting her arms around your shoulder and dangling on you to keep her balance. "Cooooommmmee..."

"No," you shot back, also drunk but much less than her, which made you take responsibility in your hands. Instead of looking at Susan, however, you glanced at Daphne apologetically. "We're calling a cab."

"But, I--"

"Shut it," you said, a little angry with her intoxicated state but yourself having a bit of a problem creating a coherent sentence. "The party is over. We're- are go-ing home."

Susan made a small groan but said nothing, to which you were very thankful because you wanted to end the conversation with Daphne. The sudden influx of bravery had overtaken, and you asked her to hand over her phone. So she compliantly did, and you tapped your phone number on the screen, saving it on the contacts list before handing it back to the proper owner.

"I'm sorry it turned out that way. In these circumstances," you apologized to Daphne, the weight on your arm becoming gradually heavier as your friend wriggled in her place, still grasping your shoulder like to necessary sanity. "It was nice meeting you."

Daphne smiled at that. "You too. Good luck with..." She didn't finish her sentence, but you concluded she was referring to the little situation with drunken Susan.

"Thanks. Oh, and..." You suddenly changed the timbre of your voice to a little deeper one, almost exigent actually. "...don't forget to call me."

A coy smile spread on Daphne's lips, and she said, more in the murmur than a normal tone, "Okay...I-I will..."

And then, you were strolling away, satisfied with how your Friday turned out, much less lame than you had initially assumed.

Maybe the party wasn't such a bad idea after all.

XOXOXOXO

A/N: I enjoyed writing those actually. These had to be drabbles but somehow turned out to be full-length one-shots. But no fault of mine; these were just my hands doing most of the job! I'm taking a break to spend some quality time with my friends (yes, it's me bragging I have a private life lol), and I'm sitting at my computer to write the next goodie :) See ya in some time!

Btw, as I've counted (via my computer) it's almost 2k words. What's wrong?!

#Daphne greengrass x reader #draco malfoy x reader #Drabble night #prompt list #asks #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter characters #slytherin #pansy parkinson x reader #Daphne greengrass #pansy parkinson #Daphne greengrass x pansy parkinson #draco x reader #requests #send them over #!! #lol

[excelsi-or]

just a little sweeter (pt. 10)

HELLLLOOOOOOOO~~ are you guys still there? LOL, it’s been like a month and a half since I last posted on here. The end of the semester just really got intense with projects, presentations, and finals. But I’m here and back for at least two weeks. I wanna see if I can bosh out the rest of this series before I move onto another one. 

I hope you’re all well. If you wanna update me on what’s new with you all, I’d love to know. I applied to grad school. I have one more semester left before graduation. Vaccinations have started in my area of the world. I started playing Hollow Knight (if anyone wants to talk about THIS GAME, please do. I love it.) Think that’s kinda it. 

BIPOC reeeeeccccc: N. K. Jemisin’s The City We Became is EXCELLENT. Diversity, racism, feminism, LGBTQ representation. I love it so much. One of my favourite books of the year, hands down. Nicole Crowder on IG does like upholstery and interior DIYs and content. I’ve been wanting to upholster these two chairs in my home and she put up a whole 2 min tutorial on how to do it. 

w.c. 3k (lol, it got really long oops! fluff and mature content, not quite smut, but it was definitely getting there. The first draft of this part was basically just smut, so I chopped and fixed it LOL. hope you guys still like it.)

pt.1; pt.2; pt.3; pt.4; pt.5; pt.6; pt.7; pt.8; pt. 9

“What do you mean you haven’t had sex with him yet?”

She rolls her eyes and sets a bowl in front of her previous roommate. Soobin had moved out months ago, shortly after she’d met Jihoon.

“It’s going really slow.” She slips into the seat across the table. “We haven’t really said I love you yet either.”

“What do you mean ‘haven’t really said’? What? Just ‘cause Woozi’s an idol he doesn’t know how to treat you right?”

She motions for Soobin to tuck into the food. “Jihoon is treating me wonderfully, thank you very much.” She pauses, her chopsticks hovering in the air. “It’s just… slow.”

“He has a whole child!” Soobin chews her noodles as she continues. “You’ve already passed the point of going slow.”

“It’s not as if Eunha is my child.”

“The kid spends more time here than any of our friends or your family.”

“Jihoon’s been busy.” She shrugs. “It’s easier for him to leave Eunha here than take her with him. Plus, you know the Terror likes her.”

Soobin chuckles. “That little horror of a brother of yours likes everyone.”

She smirks. “Okay, fair.” Then she waves her chopsticks between them. “But Eunha’s probably the reason why he’s going slow. We need to see if we’re compatible.” She meets Soobin’s gaze. “The man has a child.”

“It’s been months!” Soobin quickly cuts in before any interruptions. “Seven months to be exact. You would think that the next step at analyzing compatibility is whether you guys vibe in bed.”

She hums. She doesn’t want to admit out loud that yeah, she’s been having fantasies about Jihoon. However, she hasn’t gotten any clear signals from Jihoon that he wants to pursue anything further than making out on her couch after a date. And before she can broach the topic, he’s off to go get Eunha. If Jihoon never wanted to have sex with her, she wonders if that would be a deal breaker. But she really has no idea.

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“Sex? No.”

“So, what do you guys talk about?”

She throws her head back with a laugh. “You say that as if the only thing you and Jae talk about is sex.”

“Well, it came up a lot when we first started dating.”

“That’s because you guys started off having sex.” She sighs, turning her noodles with the tips of her chopsticks. “This relationship is really different. I don’t know how to gauge it.”

“Do you love him?”

“I haven’t told him.”

“But you do.”

“Yeah.”

“And does Eunha put you off wanting to be with him?”

She rests her cheek in her palm. “I honestly thought she would, but she only makes me love him more.”

“Then talking about sex, even if you’re not having it, is the next step.” Soobin gauges her friend’s reaction. “Even if Jihoon is the type not to want it. You should at least know that. He’s obviously done it at one point.”

There’s a pause before they both say, “The child.”

She nods. “You’re right though. We should talk about it.”

Seungcheol knocks on the studio door. “Hey. You needed me?”

Jihoon turns in his chair and nods. “Yeah. I need a second set of ears on this song. Bumzu hyung and Soonyoung are busy.”

Seungcheol nods and falls into the seat next to Jihoon. He notices the book on the desk. It’s been sitting there for a while. “You finish it?”

Jihoon glances at the book. “Oh.” Then, he resumes clicking through the excessive number of files open on his screen. “Yeah.”

And you haven’t returned it?”

“She reads it when she comes over.” Jihoon hands over the headphones and finally catches Seungcheol’s expression. “What? Is there some big meaning behind that too?”

Ever since he started dating, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and basically everyone in the building has found various meanings in his songs and life that allude to how ‘in love’ he is. He’s not about to tell everyone he’s in love—she doesn’t even know that yet—but not everything going on is about his relationship.

Seungcheol shrugs as he adjusts the headphones on his ears. “You seem to think there isn’t.”

“God.” Jihoon sighs and turns in his chair. He drops his cheek into his palm. “Enlighten me.”

“She’s a big reader and doesn’t like to leave books unfinished. If she’s letting you hold onto it for her, for when she comes over here, that says something.”

“So does leaving my daughter in her care, but we all have something we need taken care of.” He turns back to the screen. “Now, listen to this hook for me.”

Seungcheol settles back into the seat. He bops his head along to the melody until the lyrics play clear in his ears. Wide eyed, he turns to Jihoon and pushes one headphone off his ear. “We’re not putting this on the album, are we?”

Jihoon looks over at him with an eyebrow lifted. “Why not?”

“This is such a… a bedroom… sex song.” Seungcheol shakes his head. “We can’t put this on there.”

Jihoon frowns. “What?” He looks at the file name and feels his cheeks heat up. “Whoa. Not that one.” He quickly closes the file and makes sure that it’s closed. But his checking gives Seungcheol time to see a folder with her name. There’s one for Eunha that none of the boys want to ask about, but his girlfriend? She’s fair game.

“You have a folder of songs for her?” He acts horrified. “And that was one of them?”

Jihoon tries to think of any way out of this conversation and realizes that due to his carelessness, he can’t. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

“How many songs are in there? Do they all sound like that?”

“I refuse to answer those questions knowing that everyone is going to know by tomorrow and it’s already embarrassing that you know about one of them.”

“Hey.” Seungcheol’s voice goes soft. He likes to tease, but he recognizes touchy subjects when he broaches them. “Sorry. I didn’t realize. You know you can talk to me, right?”

Jihoon side eyes him. “I don’t want to admit how I feel about her to you when she hasn’t even heard all the songs on there.”

“What’s the folder for?”

“Just… inspiration.” Jihoon leans back further in his chair. “The songs on the upcoming album have come out of there. At least the less… perverted ones did.”

“There are other songs like that.” Seungcheol tries not to sound too surprised.

Jihoon’s cheeks are so warm that he takes a sip of his iced coffee. “Lately… yeah.”

“Have you…” Seungcheol shakes his head. “No. How could you? You always come home for Eunha.”

At this, Jihoon looks at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… just that if you guys were having sex, you wouldn’t come straight home to your daughter, would you? Not when all of us would know.” Seungcheol narrows his eyes. “Right?”

Jihoon doesn’t even know how to respond to that except with the truth. “Fine. No. We haven’t yet.”

“Because of her or because of you.”

“Things are going slow. I don’t know… how to broach the topic.”

“Why can’t showing up to her door with passionate kisses be enough?”

“And what? Leave Eunha with you guys overnight?”

“Yeah, why not?”

So, Jihoon does just that and it turns out so much better than he expected.

“Why does this shirt,” he mutters between kisses, “have so many buttons?”

She giggles against his lips and steadies his hands in hers. “You’re excited. Like a child. Calm down.”

Jihoon hums, obsessed with the taste of her lips and her hands around his. She guides him through the motion of unbuttoning her shirt. Once they’re undone, he pulls away slightly. She tips her head. Jihoon is gentle with her shirt, sliding it off her shoulders. Her eyes watch him the entire time, watch him admire her body as the fabric falls to the floor. His hands start from the sides of her thighs up her body, skimming over her underwear, and holding her under the arms, hands right by her breasts.

“You’re really gonna tease,” she chuckles. She closes the distance between them, kissing him and fumbling with his shirt. His shirt is easy, his sweatpants he practically steps out of. It’s once they’re both just standing in their underwear that she stops him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Jihoon kisses her shoulder and up her neck to the base of her jaw. “Why would I want to stop?”

“Eunha?” she hums. The child’s face is prominent in her mind, but becomes hazy every time Jihoon sucks a spot on her neck.

“She adores you. Which gives me permission to also adore you.”

She smirks, arms wrapping around Jihoon’s neck to force him back to her lips. “I’m glad I pass the test.”

Jihoon scoops her up and carries her to the couch. She gasps in surprise, which forces him away again. Spread along the couch are a lot of her art supplies. When she turns back to him, there’s a grin on her face.

“I wasn’t expecting you to jump me tonight. I was planning to paint, so…”

“Do you want to clean first?” he chuckles.

She shrugs.

Jihoon snorts and picks her shirt up off the floor and hands it to her. As much as he wants to sleep with her, it seems tonight may not be the night. He finds his sweatpants and pulls them on then helps her move her art stuff. He sits on the coffee table while she manoeuvres her piece from the floor to the desk.

“Do you want to paint?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “I want to spend time with you.” She moves some stuff to make space for her piece.

“Do you want to teach me to paint?”

She peers over her shoulder at him. “Really?”

“Well, I’m impossible to teach, but I don’t want to leave yet.” Jihoon glances at her bare torso, as she hasn’t bothered to button the top. “And I like the view.”

She rolls her eyes, an amused smile on her face. “Are idols allowed to say stuff like that?”

Jihoon looks around her home. “Unless you have a listening device and turn me in, I’m confident to say how I feel about you.”

A smile blooms on her face at hearing that. She pulls one of her watercolour pads off the desk and motions for him to join her on the floor. She flips past the first two pages, but Jihoon still catches glimpses of them.

He grabs her wrist to stop her. “Were those of Eunha and me?”

“Oh.” She tilts her head and flips back. “Yeah.” The first page is from the night he had come over to learn to cook. The second was their first date.

Jihoon looks to her expectantly and she can only shrug.

“I draw what I like.”

Jihoon doesn’t know why he finds that embarrassing, but his ears feel warm.

She tips her head back in a laugh. “Of everything that’s happened tonight, Jihoonie, I don’t think you need to be embarrassed to hear that I like you.” She returns to the one with Eunha on it and pulls the sheet. “I wanted to give it to you, but I thought maybe it would be creepy if you knew I was painting you and your daughter from memory.”

Jihoon stares at the paintings. He can see Eunha’s expression in them; how happy she had been with the meal and the dessert. If this is what he’d look like that night, he had been extremely relaxed. His finger traces over the skin, amazed at how seamless it appears.

When his eyes lift to meet hers, she seems surprised to see tears.

“What’s wrong?”

Jihoon shakes his head. “Nothing.”

She slides closer to him and her thumb brushes his tears away. “You’re crying.”

Jihoon sighs and his head tips back, as he tries to keep the tears in. “I… it’s just that…” Jihoon’s gaze rests on her again. “No one else has seen Eunha like this. The members do, but they helped me raise her. Which is why sometimes she’s an absolute menace.”

She smiles.

“But…” Jihoon studies the painting, at his baby so beautifully depicted. “I don’t know. This kind of reminds me that maybe I’m doing okay if she looks like this.”

“Jihoon, you’re doing great. She’s happy and she loves you.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m failing her all the time, and…” The tears appear again. “And I feel like I lost some of who I am, because I had her.”

She eases the sheet of paper out of his hands. Jihoon uncrosses his legs so she can move between them, draping her legs over his thighs. Her hands plant on the floor between them as she leans forward to press kisses to his face. His eyes close at the sensation. “Jihoon, she is all you. Your music is who you are. You live and breathe Seventeen. Just because you became a father doesn’t mean you lost any piece of the Jihoon that was there before she existed.”

Jihoon lifts a hand to the back of her neck to pull her closer. Painting is put on the back burner, as they get lost in the feeling of kissing each other. Jihoon’s legs curl behind her to prevent her from moving away. His free hand slips inside her shirt and finds home on her hip. His thumb moves back and forth across the skin there.

Meanwhile, her hands have pulled him as close she can get him, her fingers tangling in his hair. When she gives the hair at the base of his neck a small tug, he groans. This lets her slip her tongue into his mouth. He tastes like her coffee, unsurprisingly enough. And she has to admit, it tastes better on his tongue than in the cup.

She can feel his growing hard on through his sweatpants. When she pulls away to breathe, she asks, “So we’re not painting then?”

Jihoon hums something incoherent, because she latches her lips against his neck.

“Wait,” he breathes.

She slows her assault on his neck, but doesn’t stop.

“No hickies.”

“Simple enough,” she breathes against his skin.

Jihoon finds himself falling back onto the floor as her kisses trail all over his body. Her hands explore every muscle and memorize them. Jihoon enjoys the treatment, his eyes closing while he lets his other sense take over. She wiggles him out of his sweatpants again and then returns to his lips.

“Bed?” She adjusts her body over his, putting pressure against him, which makes it impossible for him to reply.

Jihoon looks up at her and his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. She sucks a spot on the soft skin near his jaw, but stops before it can leave a mark. He manages to roll them over.

“You’re making it really hard to think.”

She slides a leg between his, which seems just enough friction for him to grimace. “You’re thinking with something else.”

“Where’s your bed?”

Her eyes dart to her left. He helps her to standing and then lifts her. Her legs wrap around his waist. If there had been other objects in the way, he would have knocked into all of them, because she starts kissing him again. And it seems like his brain shuts off as soon as she does that. He presses her against her bedroom wall and when he ruts against her, her breath catches.

“So, you are needy.”

“Lee Jihoon, you are literally between my legs,” she manages between kisses. “Yes, I’m needy.”

Jihoon pulls away for a moment. “But you’ve seemed so calm and collected tonight.”

She rolls her eyes and gently kisses his cheeks before saying, “If I was ready to pounce on you when you walked in here, would you have wanted to fuck me?”

Jihoon jumps at the blatant term, but he pivots so that he can lay her on the bed. One of his hand sneaks between her legs, his other arm propping his body over hers, and drags his fingers over the fabric. When she squirms beneath his touch, he says, “Maybe not. But… I’ve wanted this a while.” He meets her gaze. “So I don’t think too much have scared me away tonight.”

Her head tilts back as he begins to rub his fingers in circles. He watches her carefully.

“Stop staring,” her breath hitches, “and kiss me.”

Jihoon smirks. “Make me.”

She snakes a hand behind his head to pull him down towards her. Her kisses stutter depending on the speed of his fingers. His kisses trail down to her neck and nibbles the soft skin on her collar bone. She presses her hands into his shoulders to try to keep her bearings. When he kisses back up her neck and sucks the soft spot of her jaw and she moans something beautiful, he knows that’s a sound he’s going to have in his mind long after this is over.

He slows his fingers down. “How close are you?”

Her breath is heavy; she can’t even answer him. Her rut up into his hand is good indication though.

Two of her orgasms and one of his later, he returns from the bathroom with a washcloth and gently cleans her off. Then he lies on top of her again, her hands go to massage his temples.

“So, you’re going to tell your daughter we… coloured when you came over today?” she teases.

Jihoon rests his cheek against her chest, listening to her heartbeat slowing down after the exertion. “I told her she was staying with the members because I was coming over here for a play date.”

She laughs. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

Jihoon can’t help but smile as he falls asleep.

#woozi #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #lee jihoon scenarios #Lee Jihoon #seventeen scenarios #Seventeen #seventeen imagines #Svt

[marvinswriting]

rouge

hurt/comfort(/hurt?) fic four :0 GENERALIZED TW: death (fear of it, mentioned, and/or, actual death); cursing; blood (mention, description, thought) mg borrower (roommates) au

Rouge borrowers are a thing. When I described them to Damian, he pointed out that they're the equivalent of a homeless person.

I told him all borrowers are technically homeless.

You won't catch me paying taxes.

Rouge borrowers are more like travelers. Never stay in one place too long, never settle down. They're left to their own devices at a younger age too. They have a different culture and borrowing technique than a stationary borrower. They're more reckless, more violent.

They travel alone most of the time. Each man for himself.

My father would tell stories of rouge borrowers that kill off humans if they get caught. 

They travel to houses but don't stay for long. 

There's a good chance a borrower has shared their house with a rouge without even knowing. 

Houses are big.

But- I never thought I'd face one.

"What are you doing here." He called out. He was holding a meticulously sharpened rock as a knife.

I was on the kitchen counter just trying to grab food. Kevin was across the kitchen getting water, frozen in place as he watched the rouge approach me. Gretchen had slipped away before he saw her. I fucking hope she had enough common sense to get Damian. 

I put my hands up in defense. 

"I live here."

He raises his weapon. "You two are stationary borrowers?"

"Yes." I say.

"Take me to your hideout. I want your supplies."

"What?! No!" I step back, but the rouge just steps closer again.

"Hey, dude-" Kevin steps over. "What's your name. Maybe we can work this out- without the kife?"

"Shane." The borrower says, but he doesn't lower his weapon.

"Hey, Shane. I'm Janis, this is my roommate Kevin. I agree I think we can talk civilly without-" I gasp, taking a step backward as Shane gabs his knife at me.

Kevin's arm wraps around my shoulders pulling me close to him.

"Hey! No stabbing the girl!" He says, pushing me a little behind him.

Normally I would object to needing to be protected, but Shane looks strong as fuck for a rouge borrower and has shown he has no hesitation to fucking stab us.

"There's another one of you." Shane deadpans. "Where did she go."

"I don't know," Kevin says calmly.

"Where did she go?!" Kevin steps back so he's next to me. Shane is swinging around his sharp rock-knife-weapon-murder-dagger, like a mad man. 

"We don't know!" I say. "Honest truth!"

She could be hiding in her room like a baby, or getting Damian. Or maybe she fell off the counter and fucking died. Beats me I guess.

Shane steps forward again. He gets to closer for comfort. "Are you sure."

"Yes!" My hands are still up by my ears. My tool bag as fallen by my feet, our week's supply of granola tucked beneath it all. I hope he doesn't fucking take it-

"I don't believe you. Take me to your house."

"You're in it buddy." I say. Kevin kicks the back of my leg. Yeah, I should cut down on the sarcastic quips since this dude could kill me at any moment. 

"Where you store your supplies. In the walls dumbass. I take it you're not wandering around after befriending the humans."

"Ah, that's where you're wrong." I grin.

Shane seems momentarily frightened by the idea that we have a giant ally but decides I must be bluffing.

He shoves me. "Your supplies. Now!" 

Woah woah woah this is getting violent fast what the fuck?

I stumble backward, trying to grasp something to stop myself from falling. I yank Kevin's shoulder but just end up bringing him down with me.

"What the fuck, Janis?" He whines as we both land on our butts.

"Sorry!" I groan, standing up. "What's your damage dude?" I ask Shane.

"My damage is I need fucking food."

"Then get your own! Not in this house!" 

"Not when you have easy access to food in your storage."

"Our storage is empty!" I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Why do you think we're borrowing!"

Both Shane and I are very close to each other. I may not have a knife but momma didn't raise no bitch. I can throw a punch when needed. 

"Then shows me where you normally get food."

"Fucking starve." I spit.

"Janis-" Kevin tried to pull me backward but I'm livid.

Does this boy think he can come into our area and take out resources? Hell no.

Anger flashes in Shane's eyes as his arm thrusts forward.

I don't even feel the pain at first. It's only when he withdraws his arm- his stone-sword-weapon-bitch-thing covered in blood when my mind makes the connection.

Holy fucking shit.

That's my blood.

Kevin gasps as Shane steps back. 

The pain hits like a wave of nausea as I double over, my hands shooting to my side. 

Oh, fuck?

Fuck.

"Where's your food?" Shane's voice is calm like he thinks the answer will change now that he's made his point.

I grit my teeth, standing up. My shirt is turning red but I close my jacket to hide it.

Out of sight, out of mind. I've got ass to kick.

"We. Don't. Have. Shit. For. You."

The kitchen light flicks on and I smile, watching the color drain from Shane's face.

"Human." He whispers.

"Mhmm."

Damian stood in the doorway, Gretchen on his shoulder. On the outside, he looked pissed, but I could see by the way his shoulders tensed that he was worried as fuck. 

I step forward, trying to ignore the pain in my side and the way the world spins.

"What's going on here?" Damian asks. The bubbliness in his voice is gone. Its enough to make me a little nervous. Shane's eyes widened. "Nothing I just-"

"He attacked us." I say. I feel like a child tattle tailing on their sibling.

"I'd leave if I were you." Damian says, walking over to the counter. He places Gretchen down without removing his eyes from the rouge borrower.

Shane doesn't need to be told twice.

Fucking pussy.

He turns to run and I don't care where he goes because the world is spinning slightly.

Extremely slightly.

Its actually not slightly at all.

But who cares. It's only a bit of blood loss. The rouge borrower is gone. 

I turn back to Kevin, big grin on my face. He eyes where my hand is pressed to my jacket but doesn't say anything.

"You guys okay?" Damian asks.

"Yup!" I grin. Kevin just looks away.

"Kevin?" Damian tilts his head. "You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No," Kevin says dryly. "I'm okay. It's J-"

"Our food is safe!" I cut of Kevin with a grin, scooping up my tool bag, granola still stashed away. 

Damian and Gretchen smile warmly both of them visibly relaxing. I almost feel guilty. But hey, I'll be fine. It's not that deep.

"I was freaking out when Gretchen came into my room," Damian explains. "Normally only Janis stops by. I'm glad you guys are safe."

"Yeah! You're okay!" Gretchen cheers running over to Kevin and me. She pulls me into a tight hug and I grit my teeth. Ow. Fucking-

"Gretch. Stop."

Gretchen pulls back, eyes wide. "Janis-"

Her hand has blood on it.

My blood. 

There's a lot of it.

Damian gasps.

Kevin is mumbling something.

Gretchen's got tears in her eyes?

Bitch I'm the one who got stabbed. Why are you crying?

The world is spinning a lot now.

"Oh- heh." I laugh but there's no humor. "That's a lot of blood."

"Janis!" Gretchen gasps. "What happened?!"

"I got fucking stabbed its not hard to tell." 

Hmm, I'm starting to think sarcasm might be my way to cover up fear.

Fun.

Kevin is oddly quiet. He always has some sort of remark for my attitude.

Damian is frozen too.

Probably because I'm dying.

I'm dying.

Shit.

"Well." I laugh softly, my hand pressed to my side. "This was fun."

"Don't talk like that." Kevin mumbles. The stern tone is gone though. "You're gonna be okay. Just- sit down. I'm going to go grab medical shit."

"Don't lie to her, Kev. She dying. Shes-" Gretchen is full crying at this point.

"No, she's not!" Kevin snaps. "No- no shes not. I- I'll be right back."

I am dying, though.

I don't say it out loud. I don't want it to be true either.

I sit on the ground. My legs feel weak. My eyes feel tired. My side is burning yet ice cold at the same time. 

Blood is sticky. 

That’s a fact I would live without knowing.

"Jan, no." There's high panic in Damian's voice. "You need to stay awake."

Kinda forgot Damian was there. I don't want him to see me die. That's too sad.

Gretchen kneels in front of me. Her hand pushed down on my side above my hands. I cry out in pain but I know shes trying to stop the blood. "C'mon Janis. Kevin will be back. You need to stay awake."

Despite everything Gretchen is telling me I let myself fall backward, staring up at the ceiling. 

I was losing blood fucking fast I guess. I went from 10/10 hiding it to laying on the ground staring at the ceiling in seconds. 

Of all the ways a borrower can die, I get stabbed. I had family members drown in sinks, eaten by pets, starved from unpredictable human schedules- and  I’m killed off my another borrower.

Fucking great. 

"Janis." There's panic in Damian's voice. "Please. Sit up. Stay awake."

It's too hard. 

I’m tired. 

I can’t.

"Janis!" Gretchen is full sobbing. 

I'm sorry, Gretch. Sorry for being a bitch ass roomate. My bad.

Everything sounds muffled. I think I can hear Kevin returning. There are more hands.

Everything hurts.

I don't have enough energy to push them off.

"Jan, Love. You need to stay awake."

Damian.

Thanks for telling me all about your world. They were fun stories to hear. 

Love you.

"C'mon Janis. You're stronger than this. You really gonna let one rouge borrower take you down?"

It appears I am, Kevin.

Sorry guys.

If I were to quote bear, oops. Lol. Tags! @realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @sourishlemons @smallsoysauce

#hurt/comfort(/hurt?) #borrower janis #borrower gretchen #borrower kevin #BORROWER SHANE? #w h a t #giant damian

[neo-couture]

touch me, tease me

pairing: Hendery x reader

warnings: some smut, angst, fwb

request:  can i request an angst (and smut??) blurb of hendery and reader as fwbs who start to have feelings for each other.. and hendery wants to go further but reader is protective of her feelings lol :(( tysm

Silent gasps and moans filled the room, the struggle of staying quiet becoming almost too much. Hendery had his hand over your mouth, whispering for you to be quiet as he rolled his hips against yours. Your legs shook and tears spilled from your eyes as you felt him inside you, dragging along your walls at a painfully slow pace.

Hendery’s roommate was in the next room and the walls in their apartment were paper thin. The two of you had gotten a lecture the last time you stayed over because Kun, Hendery’s roommate, had an exam the next day and you two were “fucking like animals.” It was an awkward conversation you did not want to have again any time soon.

But, your lust-clouded brain didn’t care. Any sense of cautious and courteousness flew out the window when Hendery pressed against that spot inside you. You cried out against his hand, but he didn’t pick up his pace, he only told you to quiet down. Tease.

Frustrated, you pushed him onto the bed beneath you, his cock slipping out in the process, before you straddled him.

“Fuck being quiet,” you said. You reached behind and grabbed his hard, slick cock, and lined it up with your entrance. Sinking down, you both let out low groans, knowing in the back of your mind you’d be in for another lecture tomorrow. Pushing the thought away, you began to roll your hips against Hendery’s, his cock rubbing deep inside you. You loved riding him because he could go so deep. And you enjoyed seeing Hendery beneath you. He usually liked being in control, letting out all his energy with you. But sometimes you liked to watch him have to control himself while you took the lead.

Hendery’s hands flew to your waist, letting soft breaths escape his lips. His eyes were drawn to where the two of you were connected, very much enjoying the way his slick cock would disappear between your folds.

You moved your hips faster, chasing your high, and Hendery’s fingers dug into your skin. You hoped there’d be bruises. Something to show your other… companion later. Show him how it’s done.

“Fuck, you’re trying to make me come, aren’t you? Moving like that,” Hendery grunted. Your smile was all the reply he needed, and it wasn’t long before you felt him spill inside you. You followed closely behind, always loving the way his cock twitched when he came and the feeling of his come filling you up. He was the only guy you let do that, come inside you.

You collapsed against his chest, exhausted, sleepy, and utterly blissed out. You knew you’d have to clean up, but for a moment, it was just nice to have another heartbeat close to you.

--

The thing about being friends with benefits with your best friend was that sometimes hangouts blurred the lines between platonic hangouts (which almost always ended in sex) and “dates”. While you and Hendery weren’t dating, having dinner, watching a movie, then fucking sounded pretty close to dating. At least, that’s what all your friends said.

You shrugged them off, having no need for dating since your last disastrous relationship. You shuddered remembering him, how he would always check in on you to make sure you weren’t screwing around with another guy, all the while he was sleeping with another girl for almost six months of your relationship. They got married not long after your split in what – according to Instagram – was “a magic, fairy tale wedding for two soulmates”. You gagged.

You had pretended not to be hurt, but it crushed you. That had been almost two years ago, but since then, you’d sworn off actual relationships and stuck to casual, no-strings-attached deals.

Which brought you back to the Hendery situation. At first, you were reluctant because he’s your best friend, but that first night with him erased any and all concerns you had. It was by far the best sex you’d ever had and he hadn’t disappointed you since.

Recently, however, when you’d been mulling over your encounters with Hendery, you found yourself focusing on the way he would kiss you, or how he’d hold your hand, or whisper your beautiful in your ear. It was hard not to notice those things. It used to be that you’d only daydream about him fucking you, and it was more raw, more about the sex. Not so much about that other stuff.

He’d only started doing that other stuff recently as well. He’d gotten sweeter, more attentive. Maybe it was because you were best friends already. He was just being a good friend, that’s all.

You gnawed at your lip, lost in thought, not noticing when Hendery sat down across from you. “What’re you thinking about?”

It took a moment to respond when you caught sight of him. He grinned at you, charming as always, and you had to let out a breath before responding. “Nothing.” Hendery squinted at you for a moment before shrugging it off.

“Thanks again for letting me come over. It’s been a rough day. Fuck school at this point, honestly.”

You chuckled. “You say that now, but don’t try and tell me you’re not gonna be hunched over your laptop within the next hour.” Hendery shrugged and smiled again.

“Not if I’m busy doing something else.” He draped his arm across the back of the couch and suddenly the space between the two of you felt too big, too noticeable. His movement felt like a subtle invitation and you immediately felt your mouth water.

Crawling over, you tugged him in for a kiss. Hendery’s hand moved from the couch to your waist, before finding its way to your ass. He gave it a quick squeeze and you nipped his lip in response, earning you a gasp.

“What do you want tonight?” you asked, lips close to his.

He smiled up at you, eyes dark. “Anything. As long as its you.”

--

You flopped back against the pillows on you couch, exhausted but content. Your legs lay open as Hendery stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He patted your thigh as a signal to scoot over so he could sit beside you. It was cramped on the couch, but nice having him close.

“So? How was it?” he asked, cocky. He already knew the answer.

“Amazing, obviously.” He leaned down to kiss you, and you felt a lingering wetness on his lips mixed with your subtle taste. You wondered if he could taste himself on your lips as well.

“Well, you know I always have to return the favour.” You chuckled and felt your walls clench at the memory of his dick in your mouth. He’d hardened so nicely under your tongue, and you’d had the fabulous view of his chiseled jawline when he leaned back against the couch.

Hendery settled into the other side of the couch and you considered putting your pants back on but couldn’t quiet bring yourself to do it. Not with how Hendery kept glancing between your legs before taking a deep breath and looking away.

“Wanna come over to my place tomorrow? Kun won’t be home so we can be as loud as we want.” He winked as he said this and you felt your stomach drop.

“Ah, sorry, I have- I’m kind of seeing someone tomorrow night.”

Hendery paused for a moment. “Oh, okay. That’s fine.” An awkward silence followed and you weren’t sure what to say. You two weren’t exclusive, right? That would imply you were dating. It was the same situation with this other guy; no feelings, just fucking. So, why did you feel guilty? Why were you dreading meeting up with this other guy? Why did you feel like you had to reassure Hendery?

“I should… probably go now,” Hendery said. You blinked, shocked. Hendery usually stayed over. You two were still best friends, after all.

“Are you sure? You can stay over if you want?”

“No, I uh, I realized I have to get up early tomorrow.” He was gathering up his things, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Hendery-”

“It’s fine, Y/N.”

The door closed behind him and you were left staring at it, alone.

--

It had been a couple days since you had heard from Hendery and fortunately, one of your friends was throwing a party, the perfect way to take your mind off everything that was going on. Although, when you arrived to your friend’s house, overflowing with drunk, rowdy students, you felt the urge to turn around and go home. But, unfortunately for you, your friend caught sight of you and dragged you into the mess.

You managed to push your way into the kitchen, away from all the drunk people. There was a couple making out on the counter but you didn’t pay any attention to them. Mainly because your eyes had caught a more gripping scene.

Hendery.

With his hands around another girl, smiling as he whispered something in her ear. You couldn’t look away when he kissed her, his eyes falling shut and his dark hair falling over his face. You wondered if that’s what he looked like when he kissed you.

Unable to look away, you gawked at the scene, wondering why you felt a sick sense of dread. His hands roamed over her body and she tangled her fingers in his hair, the way you did when he went down on you. You gripped the island counter and gasped when Hendery opened his eyes, looking directly at you. The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like hours. There was a look in Hendery’s eyes; hurt? Desire? Contentment? Anger? Deciding it didn’t actually matter, you slammed your cup against the counter and stormed out the back door.

--

You were pissed. Not at Hendery, but at yourself. For pushing him away, for ruining your friendship, for getting angry at him for kissing someone else when he had every right to. Your eyes were blurry with tears as you sat outside in the cold.

You wanted to go home. Fuck this stupid party.

Slowly and with much difficulty, you stood up and went to head around to the front when the back door opened.

“Hendery?”

He looked surprised for a moment, but then relaxed. “I thought I saw you come out here.”

Anger surged through you again. “I’m surprised you could see much of anything. You seemed pretty busy.” you spat. He looked at you for a moment again before gesturing for the two of you to sit. You did so reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to leave.

He let out a long sigh, wringing his hands together. “I’m going to be honest with you, Y/N. I don’t want her.” You shrugged, feigning indifference. What did it matter to you? “I want you.” 

You froze. 

Did he mean-?

“What do you-?”

“I want to go out with you, date you, whatever. Properly.” You gawked at him, your brain completely shutting down. While he waited for your response, he hung his head, hair falling over his eyes once again. To an outsider, he expression looked neutral, calm. But you saw the turmoil in his eyes.

“Hendery, I-” Yes. Yes. You wanted to say. You yelled at yourself in your head to just say it, but nothing came out. “Y-you know I-”

“Don’t do relationships. I know. I just… I thought if you wanted to give it a try…?”

Again, you said nothing, only stared. The voice inside your head still yelling at you to say yes. This is what you’ve been wanting. But still, you said nothing.

Probably tired of waiting for an answer, Hendery stood up to go back inside. “You don’t have to have an answer now. Just... think about.”

He gave you once last glance before shutting the door behind him, and then he was gone.

--

It had been several days since Hendery had heard from you. He was starting to lose hope. He regretted telling you how he felt, wishing things could go back to the way they were. Maybe even to before you were friends with benefits, and just friends. You two were good at that.

And now everything might be ruined. 

Because he ruined it.

At least you didn’t tell her you love her, Hendery thought. No, he’d save that for another time. If there was another time.

There was a knock at his door, Kun, of course, and Hendery grunted in response. Kun cracked open the door to Hendery’s room and poked his head in.

“Um, Y/N’s here.”

Hendery shot up, staring at Kun with wide eyes. No, no, this is not good, he thought, I’m in my pajamas and haven’t showered in days. If she wasn’t going to go out with me before, she sure won’t now. But before he could protest, Kun stepped aside to let you enter.

Hendery gawked, speechless. And feeling slightly betrayed by Kun.

“Hi,” you said shyly. Hendery let out a breathless hi in return, not noticing Kun shut the door behind him, leaving you two alone.

Neither of you spoke as you stepped closer to Hendery. Your mind was still going a million miles a minute, and you felt scared, anxious, guilty, but also happy, excited, hopeful. It felt like you’d made the right decision.

You held out your hand to him and he hesitantly slipped his hand into your palm. 

“I’m willing to give it a try if you still are,” you said.

It took a moment for Hendery to reply, and then he let out a few nervous laughs which turned into giggles. You smiled. Yes, this is what you wanted.

Hendery smiled back. 

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

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calm after the storm | han jisung

▸ anon requested: Can I request a jisung Hate to Love au?

▸ genre: college au, enemies to lovers (kinda), fluff and a teeny tiny tad bit of angst (?)

▸  pairing: reader x jisung

▸ description: the last person you expected to appear in your door during a storm was han jisung, who was also coincidentally not your favorite person.

▸ word count: 1.7k

▸ warnings: swearing

▸  a/n: thank you for requesting!!! hopefully this is not that bad lol

“What are you doing here?”

“Just dropping by.”

You sighed and closed the door as he entered your dorm. Your roommate, Hyunjin, obviously didn’t tell you his friend was coming over, or else you would’ve probably gone outside to avoid him.

That was because his friend was Han Jisung.

It’s not that you hated him, he just wasn’t your favorite person in the world. The first time you met was when you were first moving into your dorm with Hyunjin, as you guys were best friends and decided to room together the second year of college. That’s where you found Jisung and a random girl in your (future) bed, making out. Needless to say, you were kind of shocked.

“Um… Why are you in my room?” You cautiously said, wondering if maybe you had the wrong room number.

Jisung suddenly broke apart from the girl and looked at you suspiciously. “Isn’t this Hyunjin’s room?”

“It’s also my room from now on, I’m his best friend.” You said kind of angrily.

“I’m his best friend!” he talked back to you.

“Oh wow, how betrayed must you feel right now.” Sarcasm dripped from your tone. “Now get out.”

And that’s how you met Han Jisung. Besides that bad first impression, you considered he was the typical loud kinda-fuckboy type. Every time you happened to be around him (which was pretty often as he was Hyunjin’s best friend) he was bragging about his conquests or just being annoying in general, according to you. Maybe your judgement was cloudy, but disliking him was way easier than just getting to know him.

That’s why Jisung being around your apartment all the time wasn’t your favorite thing.  However, you tried to be civil around him, for Hyunjin’s sake. He was always complaining about the fact that his friends didn’t get along, but when he tried to talk things out with the two of you, the mean comments from both of you didn’t help.

“Why don’t you guys talk for a while and try to get along?” Hyunjin often said.

“I’d rather choke on a chainsaw.” You said, walking out your dorm.

“Kinky.” Jisung retorted. You rolled your eyes and continued walking away.

That was often how it went.

So here you were, letting him into your dorm for the nth time, while you decided to go out to leave him and Hyunjin alone.

“Aw, leaving so soon, y/n?” He said in a mock sad tone.

“Yeah, you’re not exactly the definition of fun.” You retorted.

“I can be if you want me to.” He said in a suggesting tone while raising an eyebrow, clearly looking cocky.

“You can try those tricks on other people, but not on me, thank you.” You opened your door and got out, thinking of going to the library to catch up on some assignments.

You didn’t return to your dorm until late, when Jisung had already left. When you opened your door you noticed that Hyunjin was also not there, so you checked your phone to see if you had any missed texts from him.

hyunjin ♡ 9:37: going to stay over at Minho’s tonight, sleep well xo

So it was only you at your dorm tonight, apparently. You changed into your sleepwear and opened your laptop to watch some Netflix, getting into your bed to relax a bit.

About one hour into your movie you noticed it was raining pretty intensely outside, even with some thunder and lightning. Suddenly, the power went out, only the light of your laptop illuminating you. You sighed and paused your movie, deciding to wait until the power returned.

Fifteen minutes later you were still in the dark, when a frantic knocking on your door startled you. You got up to open it and found yourself in front of a sight you weren't really expexting.

“Jisung?” your eyes widened.

“I-is Hyunjin here?”

His voice was shaky and you noted he had his arms wrapped around himself, as if yo look smaller. What on Earth could’ve made him look like this?

“No, he’s over at Minho’s, sorry.”

“Oh” His voice came out very quietly. Why did he look so scared? “I’ll leave you alone then…”

He turned to start walking back.You were about to close the door, but you realized you couldn’t leave him like this. You weren’t a heartless asshole, right?

“Jisung, wait!” You said before he could completely leave. He turned around upon hearing your voice. “Do you maybe still want to come in?”

He looked like he was pondering his options, when he finally muttered a small “Okay”

You let him in and softly closed the door. Jisung sat down on Hyunjin’s bed, still shaking a bit. You really wanted to ask him what was going on, but you feared he was going to snap at you.

“Do you want some tea or something?” You asked, hoping to break the tense atmosphere.

“Oh, okay.”  Upon hearing his answer you went to prepare it. Thankfully you still had some hot water left, as you had made yourself a coffee earlier, before the power went out.

A few minutes later you sat on Hyunjin’s bed, across from Jisung, both of you with cups of tea in your hands. He sipped quietly, still looking scared and sniffing a bit.

“Are you okay?” You asked cautiously, as if you didn’t want to cross a line.

Jisung looked doubtful. “You’re going to laugh at me”

“No, I won’t.” You assured him.

He sighed before answering. “I’m really scared of storms. Like, actually terrified. When one starts I usually need to be around people to calm down, so I immediately thought of Hyunjin. Sorry if I’m bothering you.”

So that was the reason he looked so scared. You felt bad for him, but deep inside you were happy you were there to answer the door.

“You’re not a bother. And hey, it looks like the storm is passing, so no need to keep worrying.”

As soon as you said that, lighting struck and a very loud thunder followed it, causing Jisung to gasp and curl into himself. Your threw everything you thought about Jisung out of the window as your first instinct was to scoot closer to him and hold him, wrapping your arms around his torso in an attempt to calm him down.

You stayed like that for a while, but then you noticed he was getting sleepy so you moved him so he could lie down on the bed. You were about to let go when his hand suddenly shot up to grab your arm, stopping you.

“Can you maybe stay next to me until the storm stops? Please?” Ugh, he had puppy eyes. Amazing. How could you say no to those?

You laid down next to him, and he put his head on your chest, basically cuddling you. You started running your hands through his hair as an instinctive reaction, which caused him to relax immediately.

“You know, I don’t actually hate you.” He suddenly said.

You took in his words. You didn’t actually hate him either, it’s just you got on the wrong foot and didn’t bother to fix it. You could tell he wasn’t a bad person, he was a pretty intelligent guy who also happened to be quite cute.

“I don’t hate you either.”

“So why do you keep talking back to me?” He inquired.

“Because it’s fun to see you riled up.” You joked.

He laughed softy, and cuddled a bit closer to you. You felt your heart speed up, just a tad bit.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. “You know, if you let me, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you.”

You thought about his words for a second. What was there to lose? “Let’s make it happen, then.”

“Not now though, I’m sleepy and if you keep playing with my hair like that, I’ll pass out soon.” He laughed a bit.

“Another time, then.” You said, closing your eyes.

The storm had passed, but neither of you moved to get out of the position you were in. You stayed like that all night, sleeping in each other’s arms.

The next morning, you were awakened by the sound of Hyunjin’s voice.

“What the fuck is going on.” He said, surprise evident in his tone.

You sat up quickly, forgetting Jisung was attached to you, causing him to roll back in bed a little bit.

“Um, we fell asleep?” You tried answering your best friend.

“I can see that. Now, can you explain why you were cuddling in my bed?” He inquired further.

You looked at Jisung who was also awake now, you didn’t want to answer in case he was not comfortable with you sharing what had happened. Apparently, he was.

“Oh, I was scared of the storm so I came over to see you, but you ditched me for Minho so I had to settle with the second best option, y/n” He said jokingly, which made you slap his arm in return.

“So… You’re friends now?” Hyunjin said, as if he couldn’t believe it

.You shrugged as you got up from your friends bed and headed over to yours. Jisung also got up and was heading for the door, when he suddenly stopped and went over to you.

“Hey, thank you for helping me calm down last night. It means a lot.” He said, sincerity evident in his eyes.

“No worries.” You smiled at him.

“And… I would like to actually follow up on that offer to get to know you better, if you’re up to it.” He scratched his neck. He looked… nervous?

“I don’t see why not.”

“Oh, okay, cool. I’ll text you.” He looked relieved, and started heading for the door. He waved goodbye at you, and you waved back, before he finally left and closed the door behind him

“I stay one night at Minho and the unbelievable happens.” Hyunjin suddenly speaks up.

You just laugh. “He’s not that bad.”

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The Favour [M]

Pairing: Mark Tuan x fem! Reader

Genre: roommate au / smut

Warnings: mature content

A/N: So once again the shower strikes again! Lol I was thinking about my skin being dry and needing to do something about it when this entire idea came to life. Funny how I keep wanting to do something with members of GOT7 around a shower >_> Annnyyyyyway, I have to tag @katdefbeom as her Mark series has really inspired this piece without me realising it in the beginning.

Word count: 2082

He knew that look all too well and tried not to roll his eyes as a smile instantly came to play on his lips. “What do you want, Y/N?”

“I was wondering if you could do me a favour in twenty minutes.”

Mark frowned. “Why in twenty minutes?”

“Because I have to shower first,” you explained and Mark diverted his gaze, biting his lip gently at your nonchalant statement.

When Jinyoung had suggested you move into Mark’s apartment six months ago, Mark hadn’t really given it much thought of what it would be like to live with a woman. He had grown up with his two sisters, so he was convinced it wouldn’t be that hard to have a female roommate. Except, you weren’t like his sisters at all, and he had formed an unhealthy crush on you not long into your lease. Of course, he could have approached the situation honestly so the misunderstandings would have a reason that was known to you. Mark wanted you to know he liked you more than a roommate, but he was also aware that you had friend-zoned him not long after moving in. You were too comfortable around him to consider him as anything but your roommate and now friend.

Yet, there were some instances where he felt like you were purposely pushing his buttons. It wasn’t entirely easy to live with the opposite sex as close as you both were when you had to share everything. You had both walked in on each other showering, dressing or toileting and he was certain he had your body imprinted into his mind now. However, Mark was certain you made it easier for him to catch you out, giggling a little too obvious about forgetting to lock the door again or something of the like.

He was getting frustrated walking on the edge of craving more from you but still wanting to respect your place in his world.

So he smiled and looked right back at you. “Do I want to know why a shower happens to be involved in this favour?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. “Don’t be a perve, Mark. I said after my shower. I’ll be back when I’m done, okay?”

“Sure,” he managed to say and watched as you went over to the bathroom, letting out a deep breath when you shut the door.

Mark attempted to focus back on the game he had been playing before you distracted him. But he couldn’t stop thinking about what you had set up within his mind, his thoughts wandering to you in the shower right now. Would you be washing your hair or doing some skincare routine that made your skin look soft and smooth? Were you shaving your legs or simply soaping up your body? It didn’t matter what you were doing, he knew you had given him enough ammunition for later on tonight – if he could hold out that long. He was hyper-sensitive, not only to how his body was reacting already but to the sounds around the apartment. And when his ears picked up on the shower shutting off, Mark perked up in his position on the sofa, watching the door intently.

Until it opened again and he launched into tapping the keys on his laptop as if he had been doing that the whole time. He tried not to lift his eyes to see if you were wearing clothes again or not, knowing you both preferred to wear a towel after showering unless it felt inappropriate. Mark prayed under his breath you were wearing clothes. “Nice shower?”

“The temperature was just right,” you enthused and he cursed inwardly when your hands tightening your towel around your bust caught his focus out of the corner of his eye. “I’ll just be back in a moment for that favour.”

“I never agreed to it,” he called after you, his throat drying up as soon as you were gone. He scolded himself for having such a weak resolve at being this worked up by you and decided that after this weekend, he’ll start looking for a girlfriend again just so he could find other ways to release some of his tension.

When you returned from your bedroom, you still weren’t dressed and Mark’s eyes widened as you approached him, one hand holding the towel over your front precariously and the other with a tub of lotion. You grinned. “I’ve got some dry skin so I’ve done all the parts of my body that I can reach. Could you do my back? Please? I’ll make you dinner!”

He visibly gulped and sat back further into the sofa, away from you. “Y/N, I don’t know if I should.”

“Why? I’m covered, see?” you spun around and before he could clamp his eyes shut, he saw the pair of panties you were wearing over your lower half. Once facing him again, you gripped at the towel over your bust and then realised he was uncomfortable because of that. “I didn’t want to put a bra on until you coated my back. Come on Mark, it won’t take long.”

“Um… sit down then,” he mumbled and you thrust the bottle of lotion at him, sitting down on the sofa so your back was in full view. Mark swallowed as he took in your curves from behind, staring at you for too long.

“Mark?”

“Right, I uh was just having trouble with the lid.” He snapped out of his stupor and quickly took off the lid. “How much do I use?”

“A decent amount on the top of your fingers should suffice. My skin is super dry on my back and it’s uncomfortable. I could have waited until Jinyoung came over next, but I know he’s busy with work.”

Mark had just scooped out some of the lotion and touched your back for the first time when you said that and he froze. “J-Jinyoung has done this before for you?”

“Of course, he’s my best friend,” you reminded with a giggle. “We’ve been bathing together since we were kids; I doubt he’d even flinch at seeing me naked now.”

Mark’s head dropped, you had just informed him that he was at the same level Jinyoung was. He was also slightly jealous, now knowing that Jinyoung had seen all of you without clothing and he hadn’t for more than quick glimpses. Perhaps it was better that way.

Despite your words, you murmured approvingly when he started rubbing the lotion in, leaning forward instinctively so he could have better access with your back on a lean for his arms. He was slow and methodical, rubbing into every inch of your skin, whilst trying to maintain the fire building within the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know how your skin normally felt, but it didn’t seem as dry as you were proclaiming. It was as soft as he had imagined, and his hands started to knead at your back without too much thought, a moan slipping out from behind your hand. Mark scooted closer and smiled despite you not seeing it. “Does that feel good?”

“My god, you’ve got magic hands,” you breathed, leaning back into his touch willingly. “Don’t stop.”

Mark continued his massage of your skin, really moving the lotion around so it was covering every area. He grew bold with the change in your breathing, his hands sliding up your sides as he swept over to your shoulder muscles. When his fingers gently hit the side of your breast, you arched your back and moaned louder than before.

The sound was so primal, so addicting that he was close to losing all self-control. What had started out as something as simple as rubbing in some lotion, had become too intense and temptation to take this further was overwhelming him. Yet he stopped altogether, leaning closer so his mouth was around your ear. “I think I should stop.”

“Why?” you asked breathlessly, your gaze dilated and unfocused when you turned gently to look in his direction. “It feels good.”

“I want more,” he murmured, his hand grazing over the sensitive skin nearing to the side of your breast again. “But I won’t unless you allow it.”

You didn’t answer verbally; instead, your grip on the towel in the front loosened until it fell away from your body and onto the sofa. This time Mark cursed out loud, marvelling at what he could see in front of him. You bit at your lip in anticipation, your gaze still locked on his from over your shoulder.

He watched your reaction avidly as his hands slid around to the front of your torso, lightly gripping at your waist before shifting up towards your chest, your head turning to face the front as you gasped when he reached his destination, resuming his massage there. You threw your head back onto his shoulder and Mark’s mouth lowered to your neck, another moan leaving you upon contact. It was already feeling euphoric for him and he groaned when your body moved back into his, your hips grinding into his lap knowingly.

“Fuck, do you know how much I’ve always wanted this?” he told you, gasping when your movement caused too much friction against his pants. “To be able to touch you like this and kiss you all over?”

“Then why did it take you so long?”

Mark grunted, his hands moving away from your chest despite the whine that left you. Trailing down, he sucked at your neck before biting gently. He pulled away to watch as his right hand toyed with the hem of your underwear, your hips now involuntarily shifting up to meet his touch. He pressed your waist down with his left hand firmly, holding you steady and smirked into the kiss he placed upon your jaw. “Steady, baby.”

“How can I be when you’re finally touching me like this?” you complained and Mark looked at you in surprise for all of a minute. You rolled your eyes impatiently, your own hands meeting his and pleading for more. “Honestly, you have been so painstakingly obvious about your attraction but despite all efforts, you haven’t done anything to me.”

It was all Mark needed to hear for his hand to slide under the fabric, his middle finger running along and collecting some of your wetness hungrily. You were right; there was no need for this to be loving or slow. He had already wasted a lot of time getting worked up whilst you were in the shower.

He had wasted too much time just in general, as it seemed.

Your noises fuelled him on further; slipping his finger passed the heat of your entrance, exploring you from within. You cried out when he slipped in his index finger in as well, his thumb grazing over your sensitive nub and building up a rhythm. It was intoxicating, hearing all the moans tumbling from your lips right next to his ear, your head thrown back as far as it could as you writhed against his grip and the pleasure he was building up within you. He could tell you were growing close to letting go, your walls were tightening around his fingers and your breathing became staggered. His pace quickened, his breathing heightened from the exertion he was using and his own throbbing from within his encased pants. You bucked your hips violently before he felt the warm release all over his hands, pumping his fingers into you through your orgasm and waiting until you had ridden out your ultimate high.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to give you such a great favour,” he admitted as he pulled away from your core, cleaning his hand off as you spun around. You kissed him hard, your own hands fumbling with his top. When the kiss broke away so you could pull the fabric over his head, Mark stopped you. “Don’t tell me you let Jinyoung do this to you too when he puts lotion on you.”

You stood up and pulled him up after you, palming his pants and receiving a guttural moan in response. Smiling, you shook your head. “No, like I said, he’s my friend. You, however, I want to get more acquainted with in other ways. I think it’s time for me to return the favour for you, don’t you?”

Mark nodded eagerly, following you to the bedroom where the pleasure was bound to continue all day long.

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ghost of you

pairing: ghost!han jisung x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.3k

genre: fluff, platonic, ghost!au

warnings: mentions of death (it is a ghost au after all)

a/n: I got the idea for this a sUPER long time ago lmao I got inspired by the song ghost of you by 5sos but then I wasn’t feeling angsty and emo and sad so I just made it cute and fluffy and that’s why it’s platonic bc I feel like romance would get super angsty idk aNYWAYS !! I hope this is good I might write more for this au  if people are interested? (also it was originally gonna be about hyunjin but then idk jisung fit better somehow lol)

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“is that the last of it?” minho asks, dusting off his hands after he sets what seems like the millionth cardboard box on the floorboards of your new apartment. 

“i think so? thanks again for all the help minho, it would’ve taken me so long to do this all by myself.” you and minho have spent all day moving everything in, blaring tunes and taking (too many) snack breaks. it was fun, but it was a lot of work, and now you’re tasked with decorating the place. minho waves goodbye before heading out the door. you listen to him go down the three flights of stairs, get in his car and pull out of the tiny parking lot. you’re alone at last, and you take a moment to enjoy the blissful silence; no more annoying roommates to wake you up too early in the morning or steal your food or take too-long showers. minho and a few of your other friends have invited themselves over tomorrow night for dinner (you agreed only if they promised to provide all the food), so you’re determined to make your new place look all nice before they come--needless to say, you’ve got a pretty busy 24 hours coming up. you brush thei hair from your eyes, grab the exacto knife from the kitchen counter, and set to work opening box after box of your belongings.

***

several hours have passed; the kitchen and bathroom are both done, leaving just the common area and your room. there’s cardboard everywhere--you promise yourself you’ll clean it up tomorrow. besides your bed in the corner and the small bookshelf you’ve spent the last two hours building, your room is completely empty. you let out a heavy sigh, picking a new playlist on spotify before beginning the process of decorating your room. it’s not long before you’re standing tippy-toed as you lean awkwardly over your desk to flatten a poster of your favourite band on the wall.

“it’s crooked, just fyi,” a voice rings out from behind you. you scream in shock, tripping over your desk chair as you turn around to face the source of the voice. you land with a dull thud and a groan on your hardwood floor. a face appears above yours, eyebrows furrowed in concern. the face belongs to a boy who looks about the same age as you, although unlike you, he’s slightly translucent and gives off a pale blue glow.

“are you okay? wow, you’re pale--you look as though you’ve just seen a ghost! HAHA! that was pretty funny, right?” the boy says, giggling at his own joke. you sit up and stare wide eyed and sheet-faced at him. as you process what he said, connecting it to his appearance, you open your mouth to let out another shriek. the boy glides over to you, worry washed over his face.

“no no no!! please don’t be scared! well, actually i guess that’s a lot to ask. don’t scream though, it’s really loud and hurts my ears and might concern the neighbours,” he asks, sitting cross legged in front of you on the floor. you shut your mouth, dumbfounded. 

“okay, let’s take this slow, alright? i’m jisung, you’re y/n from what i heard earlier, right?” the ghost asks. he speaks softly and slowly, clearly trying to avoid setting you off again. you nod silently.

“cool! so i uh, imagine this is a bit of a shock to you, but basically, yes, i’m a ghost. oooh, spooky,” jisung says, waving his hands for effect. he giggles at himself. 

“a ...ghost..” you repeat, trying to make sense of this situation. jisung nods enthusiastically.

“see? you’ve got it! honestly that was easier than i thought it would be. anyways, i came here to tell you i’ve been watching you decorate your apartment for the past couple hours, and you have a terrible sense of interior design. like, really bad.”

“so--wait, hold up. you’re telling me first of all, ghosts are real, and second of all, there's one right in front of me who’s here to judge my interior design abilities?” you ask in disbelief. 

“well, lack thereof--i wouldn’t say you have any abilities. but yes, that’s all true,” jisung says.

“okay,”

“okay?”

“okay.” you take in a deep breath; time to reassess your entire life. 

“...can i touch you?” you ask after a long pause. jisung just smiles shyly and holds his arm out.

“go for it,” he says, and you gasp as your fingers pass right through him. the air feels a little cold where his arm is supposed to be, but otherwise there’s nothing.

“woah.”

“i know, this is probably pretty freaky for you. but get used to it, because i’m not going anywhere any time soon! i’ve decided you’re my new bff, sorry you don’t get a say in this. now let's finish setting things up, and i can help you make things look less terrible,” jisung says with a grin and a wink, and you glare at him in response.

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it’s deep in the late hours of the night, or rather early in the morning, when you finally finish as much as you’re going to do tonight. there’s still a couple boxes of miscellaneous objects and such, but you shove them in your closet with the promise to deal with them another time. as you cleaned and decorated, you learned a lot about jisung, who trailed along after you rambling on about his life story with the occasional interruption of “maybe move that to the right just a tad” or “don’t you think this would look better on that shelf over there?”

you learn jisung is, in fact, the same age as you--or at least he was when he died. he and his family were killed in a car accident a couple years back, and he finds it more entertaining to lurk around the mortal world rather than mope around with other ghosts all the time. he mostly haunts his old house, although it’s been abandoned the last couple years, so he spends most of his time lounging around inside walls and clanging on pipes and spooking the occasional stray cat that decides to venture into the small home in search of food. today, however, he was so rudely awoken by the various sounds of you and minho carrying all your stuff up to your third-floor apartment in the building next door. he decided to take a peek (all the other residents of the building are “boring old people” in his terms) and thought you seemed interesting, so he stuck around. which brings you to where you are currently; you sprawled out on your bed, eyes closed in exhaustion, with jisung perched on the top of your desk chair asking you questions about your life.

“are you gonna get any pets?”

“minho is bringing over my pet toad tomorrow, he’s been babysitting her while i move.”

“okay that’s good, cats and dogs don’t seem to like me too much, but toads are fine. who’s minho?”

“the boy who helped me move in today,”

“oooh, is he your boyfriend?”

“what? no, no definitely not.”

“you’re blushing.”

“no i’m not! it’s just hot in here. can you open the window?”

“...i’m a ghost.”

“right. we’re just friends by the way, me and minho.”

“mhm….okay, whatever you say. but don’t think i didn’t see you checking him out when he picked up those boxes!”

“jisung?”

“yeah?”

“shut up.”

jisung opens his mouth as if to reply, but shuts it after thinking for a moment. the room is filled with a comfortable silence, and you find yourself giving in to the heavy blanket of sleep beginning to wash over you. it’s not long before you’re snoring lightly, passed out on top of your bed still in your clothes from the day. jisung chuckles to himself, wondering how he ended up with someone so dorky as a neighbour as he glides out through your window and through the night air back to his dark and empty house.

#stray kids scenarios #kpop imagines #stray kids #skz #han jisung #skz scenarios #jisung scenarios #kpop fanfic #jisung x reader #platonic #ghost!au #ghost!jisung #ghost of you #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #jisung fanfic #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #jisung imagines #fluff #jisung fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #lee minho

[dalamjisung]

moving words ✾ han jisung

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2155

pairing: reader x han jisung

description: this was a request by anon. They wanted me to write a fluffy cuddling with jisung and y/n being scared of storms :D But me being the extra hoe that I am did a little spin on it. Anon, I hope you like it! (if you don’t feel free to request again and I’ll do it right LOL)

The first time it happens you have to remind yourself that the thunder outside is not the enemy. Neither is the rain. The lightening is an alarm, illuminating the inside of the dark house. Time to wake up. Wake up Y/N, wake up. The power had been off since the beginning of the storm, and you are not quite afraid of it– no, not really. The feeling was different. Constricting. A heavy weight on your chest. Jisung had called you a couple of hours ago, telling you he’d leave the studio soon and go home for some cuddles, but the clock ticked and time passed and he wasn’t home. So yeah, you weren’t scared of storms. You were scared of what storms did. The slippery roads. The foggy roads. The inability to get out of your house and look for your boyfriend who should’ve been home already. You felt trapped, and just like any animal in the wild, you panicked once the feeling settled in. 

With shaky hands, you picked up the phone, calling him yet again. Voice mail. Try again. Voice mail. Voice mail voice mail voice mail– 

“AH!” You shout, once the lightening crackled in the sky. Tears were flowing out of your eyes like rivers, and now you were truly scared; scared of thunder, scared of rain, scared of the dark, scared for Jisung. You sob in your hands, refusing to raise your head, refusing to accept that this was happening to you. It had been so long since this last happened; you were probably a teenager still. Even though you were alone, you were a little embarrassed. 

What kind of grown woman weeps like this because it’s raining?, you think, trying to convince yourself that it’s okay; that everything will be fine. You hands, still shaking, pull on your hair, trying to make your brain focus on something else other than the loud noise outside. You were almost calm enough to walk to your bedroom, almost calm enough to stop crying, when the door opened with a loud bang. Now, you knew that it was Jisung; you could hear his footsteps– and yes, you were whipped to the point that you recognized his footsteps– but the loud noise made your heart beat rapidly all over again and you started feeling sick.

“Y/N?” You hear him calling and relief washes over you. “I hope you don’t mind, I just came in. I rang the doorbell but no one seemed to be-”

“Jisung!” You shout from the living room just as another lightening cracks the sky. “Help me! Help me help me help me-“

He runs to you, only to find you under a blanket; tearstained face, shaking hands gripping the ends of the couch. His heart breaks when he sees you, and you hear a gasp falling from his mouth. 

“Babe,” He slowly comes closer, trying not to scare you more than you already were. “What’s happening? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know…” You say, and it’s not a lie. There are so many feelings trapped on your chest at the moment that you are not sure which one was the trigger for this. “I don’t know, Jisungie, I don’t know.”

“Hey hey hey,” His arms go around you, over the blanket and you feel even more trapped. You can’t breath, and you quickly push him back, getting rid of the soft barrier between you two, before placing yourself on his lap, allowing him to hold you. “It’s okay, love, I’m here now. I’m here.”

“What took you so long?” You croak, breathing harsh and difficult. “I was so scared that something happened to you and-“

“Shhh,” He whispers on your hair. “I’m sorry Y/N, I should’ve called. Changbin hyung asked for help on a last minute project and it took longer than expected.”

“Idiot.” You mumble and he chuckles. The vibrations can be felt through his chest and you snuggle closer to it. “I was scared…”

“I see that,” He rocks you on his lap, the repetitive action calming you down. “I’m sorry. Was it the rain? The dark? I know you don’t like the dark but-“

“It was everything,” You whisper grabbing fistfuls of his t-shirt. “Everything was too much. The dark, the rain, the thunder. I felt trapped, and I couldn’t breath right and you weren’t here, and I guess I just… spiraled.”

“Oh love,” You look at his face and his eyes are tight shut, mouth in a line, nose buried on your hair. “I’m so sorry. I promise to text you if I’m late again.”

“Thank you.” You say softly. “I’m good now. I’m better.”

“Nah,” He says and carried you to your room. “I think you need some cuddles.”

You chuckle, allowing him to snuggle into you all night, thanking all of the divines for giving him the password to your apartment. 

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The second time is almost a couple of months after, right as you and Jisung came back from celebrating your 8 months anniversary. You two had just parked the car when the first thunder cracked. Your boyfriend looks at you worriedly, eyes wide and hands finding yours in a matter of seconds.

“I’m okay,” You smile. “I’m okay, you’re here.”

“That’s my girl,” He mumbled with a shy smile and you both go to the elevator. He lived in the fourth floor with his friend Hwang Hyunjin, who promised to be out of the apartment tonight, allowing you two to have the place to yourself. 

As you guys enter, he goes straight to the kitchen, gathering snacks even though you two just came back from dinner. “Babe!” He calls. “I think there are some of your clothes on my room if you wanna change into something more comfortable.”

“Okay!” You call back chuckling. You both new that you’d just go ransack his wardrobe yet again and he’d love it. You walk into his room and a thunder echoes. You heart picks up again, but you remind yourself that Jisung is just a few steps away, you could walk to him if you wanted to. And another lightening cracks.

You think you hate lightenings the most; the somber light they create makes you feel dizzy, heart too fast for you to breath properly. You t-shirt was already gone and you had only a pair of his sweatpants on when it hit you; strong like a train straight to your chest and you moan in discomfort. Not again. You didn’t understand what was happening; in the past months there were several nights in which it rained heavily, but you didn’t feel like this. You sit down on his bed, curling into a ball, trying to make yourself as small as possible. This couldn’t be happening; not on your anniversary. The thought of ruining the celebration makes you even more anxious, your chest tightening, and the world outside shutting down. You don’t even register your boyfriend coming into the room.

“Y/N,” He calls softly, once again walking to you slowly. “What’s happening? Is it the same as-“

You just nod, again and again and again, hopping he wouldn’t make any more questions; and he doesn’t. Almost as if he understands your pleading eyes, Jisung crawls into the bed, completely unaffected by the fact that you had no shirt on, and brings you to his lap, repeating the same rocking motion as he did the first time this happened. 

He’d whisper sweet nothings into your ears, telling you how beautiful you looked, and how he was there for you, whenever you needed him to. 

Babe, I’m here.

I love you, Y/N.

We’re okay, yeah? Just you and me. 

You were okay. 

Just you and him.

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  The third time, because everything this important in life comes in threes, was the worst time. You were back in your apartment, alone. Those were the times you wished you had a roommate; but you didn’t and you were about to call the neighbors– two boys from Australia that always brought you boba tea. As you walked to the shared wall you had with their living room, you hear it. The noise that has been haunting you in your nightmares. A fucking lightening. 

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” You shout and you are sure you look crazy. At this point, you truly believe you might actually be crazy. This was beyond fear; it was phobia. 

You hear someone knocking on your door. “Y/N?” You never felt this happy hearing Felix’s accent. “Are you alright?”

“Felix,” You shout back, already feeling the same way as you did before; no air, constricting chest, shaking body. You could feel it happening inside you, and you hated it. “Felix! 2576!”

It took him a minute to finally punch the correct code, but when he did he ran to you. “Oh my gosh,” He gasps. “Are you okay?”

“I hate this,” You mumble. “I hate this I hate this I hate this!”

“Shit,” You hear him mutter under his breath before he shouts for his roommate, Chan. 

Once both of them asses your physical state, they ask you simple questions such as ‘can you breath’ or ‘can you get up’ but you shake your head to all of them, not really unable to do any of those things, just unable to focus on their words.

“Call Jisung.” You manage to gasp in between sobs. Tonight is crazy and is one lightening after the other, thunders following right after. “Please.”

It takes him about ten minutes to get there because he was already on his way, according to Felix. He said that your boyfriend made his way over when he heard the first thunder, but that he was caught in traffic right now. You shut your eyes tight, focusing on breathing to the rhythm of Chan’s pulse, which you could feel as you grasped his wrist with all the strength you had in your body– so honestly, not that tight. 

“Y/N,” You hear Jisung’s voice, aired out, probably from running up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, but you can’t see him. You refuse to open your eyes just yet. “Oh shit! Thanks guys, thank you so much.”

“No problem, mate. We’re right next door if you need something.” 

You hear them leave. You hear Jisung loudly make his way over to you, probably on purpose so that you wouldn’t scare when he finally brought you back into his arms. 

“Babe, I don’t like this.” He whispers in your hair, and you want to say, to tell him, me neither; I hate this. But you can’t stop sobbing. “I hate to see you like this; you look so pale, love, so scared. I hate it.”

“I’m sorry,” You mumble, because for a second, or even more than that, you felt guilty. You felt embarrassed and guilty and everything in between. “I’m sorry Jisung, I’m sorry.”

“No, Y/N, it’s not your fault. I just-“ And she sighs, clearly frustrated. 

You are scared. You are scared that this phobia will never go away; you’re scared that one day you’ll be on the street and it will start pouring and you’ll be alone; you’re scared that one day you’ll be alone because Jisung got fed up of this stupid stupid-

“Move in with me, Y/N.” 

You stop for a second. Everything stops for a second and you just stare, wide eyed and gaping mouth, at your boyfriend. He blinks, calmly, and quickly chuckles. 

“Of course, I’d be the one moving in here,” He says smiling. “But I don’t mind. I quite like your apartment. I’ll help with the bills and we can clean together on Sundays. I can make you breakfast before work and I can finally come home to someone that is not a sweaty dancer eating Cheetos on the couch.”

He is whispering now, almost as if already imaging this new life you two could have. Would have.

“And the best part of all,” He turns you to him, hands on your waist, and kisses you quickly. “I’d be here all the time. I wouldn’t have to make you wait anymore, I can just be here. With you.” “With me…” You whisper, joining him in this fantasy world. And it really does sounds amazing. “are you serious? Did you really think about this?”

He nods, eyes looking at you fondly. “I have. Let’s do this, yeah?”

Your breath hitch. Together. 

“Let’s do this, love.” You say, smiling, finally smiling. 

Maybe this is what you needed all along; to just not be alone anymore. And you were sure that there would be days in which you would pat yourself on the back for agreeing with him, and there would be days in which you wished he’d never even suggested this idea, but you couldn’t wait. For all of those days to come; good or bad. If it’s with him, it’s perfect. 

#skz #skz imagine #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #kim woojin #bang chan #Lee Minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim Seungmin #yang jeongin #imagine #imagines #one shot #stay #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop imagine #kpop idol

[theolddarkmachine]

Must Love Cats- Chapter 9

Levy hadn’t planned on being a pet sitter when she’d moved into the city. She also hadn’t planned on pet sitting for a sex god either, but here she was.

AKA the one where Levy is a pet sitter, Gajeel is her client, and Lily is the glue that binds them together.

WOO ONLY ONE DAY LATE! Lol I don’t even have an excuse this time, I just forgot yesterday was Wednesday. My bad. This one is a touch shorter. We’re actually coming up on the end of things! We got one chapter and an epilogue left! Anyway, thank you guys so much for reading and I hope you’ll stick around for when I kick off my next one after MLC. But if not, it really does mean a lot that you guys have put so much time into reading what I have to write. Y’all the true MVPs for sticking around and putting up with my inability to update on time lol Anyway, here’s chapter nine! 

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“Levy, it has been three weeks,” Erza deadpanned, standing next to the couch with her arms crossed over her national parks polo. Levy stared up from her, a pair of hazel eyes tucked into a blanket cocoon with that movie on for the umpteenth time and a pint of melting ice cream on the side table. Her scarlet haired roommate understood that she was still upset about the incident with the kitty sex god, but it was just getting out of hand now. The roommates had all agreed not to say anything during that first week, opting to let Levy go through her grieving period. By the second week, Levy had claimed the couch as her own domain whenever she wasn’t working, and had watched Almost Famous more times than any one person should watch a movie in that amount of time, and turned their freezer into their own personal ice cream parlor. Even then, the friends had agreed to not push her, the group voting on having Juvia speak with her since she was the most soft spoken of the bunch when it came to matters of the heart. Now it was week three, and the trio had plans to stage an intervention, which had been a great plan until Erza had returned home after one of the hottest days of the year looking forward to the pint of strawberry shortcake ice cream she’d claimed in their ice cream collection, just to find the carton disposed of in the trash. And that, well, that was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Did the cat die?” Erza asked, a bit more forcefully than she’d intended, but there was no going back now. There was a gasp from Levy and Lucy’s room before the door flew open.

“Erza!” Lucy hissed, standing in their doorway. The bluenette who was at the heart of the matter just looked between the two, watching them warily with defeated, tired eyes. Erza ignored Lucy, eyes still trained on Levy and waiting for an answer.

“Did the cat die?” She asked again with what the rest of the apartment had dubbed her mom voice. Levy had never been on the receiving end, and if she hadn’t been so down about everything, she probably would have made a quip about how great of a mom Erza would be. Unfortunately, Levy was feeling down, and instead she just wrapped her blanket around her tighter.

“No,” she huffed into the fabric, turning away from her friend.

“And was kitty sex god mad about it?” The red head continued, still fixing Levy with that stern look. The answer was no. In fact, Gajeel had been great about the situation. After Levy had snuck out the next morning, leaving nothing but a note, he’d texted her to let her know Lily was okay and wondering how she was doing. All she’d said in return was “I’m fine” and she hadn’t responded to anything he’d sent since. Was she aware that she was acting cowardly in avoiding him? Very much so. She gave the cowardly lion a run for his money, but she couldn’t help it.

That entire first week after Lily had gotten sick, she’d been sick to her stomach waiting for the call from Makarov that Gajeel had asked for her to be terminated for what happened. In fact, that first week she’d been mourning the loss of her only income. After that first week, when she kept getting scheduled for work and hadn’t been fired, she’d started to wonder if Gajeel had something else up his sleeve. He’d continued to text her though, trying to start up conversation like they’d had while he was away, and she continued to not answer. If she did, it was with a one word answer, worried that if she continued into conversation, he would want to talk about what happened.

Levy had to face it, what ever it was they’d been doing and she’d been feeling had existed in a weird vacuum that came crashing down after Lily had gotten sick and he’d come home. Which was why, this third week, she was still in mourning.

“Well?” Erza prodded, her voice only lightening a little.

“Erza, c’mon, we agreed to talk to her together,” Lucy said lowly, still standing in their doorway.

“No.” The word was almost whispered but it was loud enough for them to hear it. Levy trained her eyes on the screen as Almost Famous continued to play.

“Then why are you letting yourself run away?” There it was. The question that all of her roommates had wanted to ask her, but wouldn’t. It was a question Levy often wondered, but allowed herself to dance around finding an answer. If she kept herself busy and focused on something else, she could pretend that she didn’t see what everyone could: That she was using this as an excuse to run away. If she was being honest, the city had broken her. Up until she’d found the job as a pet sitter, she’d faced so much rejection that she hadn’t even been sure she could continue staying in the city. Then she got this job, and continued to pedal her scripts around town, continuously facing more rejection. It was a hard area to break into, which she was never going to deny, but each time she was turned down was another chip into her self esteem. And now here was Gajeel, who she’d convinced herself she might have a chance with, when he was given a reason to reject her all the same. The thought was unbearable. So she did what anyone who was scared would do, and she ran, taking that chance away from him. Not that she could tell her friends that.

“I don’t know,” was all she mumbled into the blanket. She felt the tear roll down her cheek before she’d even realized she was crying.

“Oh Lev,” Lucy said, finally leaving the doorway and walking towards her, sitting next to her and wrapping her arms around her. She didn’t say a word, just let Levy cry as she hugged her. With a sigh, Erza sat on the other side of Levy and bumped her shoulder against her’s in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. The three of them sat together as Levy cried, as Almost Famous continued in the background.

***

Gajeel could take a hint. At least, that’s what he told himself as he stared at his laptop screen. He hadn’t really heard from Levy since Lily had been to the vet aside from an “I’m fine” and one word replies whenever he tried to start up conversation. So yes, he could take a hint. However, in the past three weeks he could get the image of her sleeping peacefully in his bed out of his mind. Almost as if he could send where Gajeel’s mind was, Lily hopped up onto the couch and rubbed himself against his owner’s arm. Purring softly, he continued to rub himself against his arm until Gajeel lifted it, allowing him to get into his lap.

“You miss her too, huh,” he said as he scratched the bombay’s ears. Though Lily’s fur was still stubbly around where his incision had been, he’d healed up nicely. Lisanna had said there had been no doubt in her mind that he would heal up well, and he hadn’t proven her wrong. In fact, Lily had been back to his old self within the week. That update had been the last one Levy had responded to. At least she knew he was okay. That had actually been what tipped him off to her radio silence being about something other than Lily. It may have started that way, but he recognized when someone ran away. He actually knew the feeling all too well. Running used to be one of his specialties. It was safer to run. At least, that’s how he’d felt until he’d seen a certain blue haired girl in his living room with his cat.

With one hand continuing to stroke Lily’s ears, he used his other to open his email and type up a quick message. Planting a kiss on top of his cat’s head, he pressed the send button.

“Let’s get our girl back.”

***

It had been a long afternoon. Once Juvia had returned home from work, Levy and her roommates had all curled up on the couch with three large pizzas and a romance movie marathon that topped all romance movie marathons. (“Anything to not see Almost Famous again,” Erza had joked, though Levy was certain it was only partially a joke.) They’d laughed, they’d cried, they’d stuffed their faces with food, but more importantly, they’d talked. While no one brought up Gajeel again, they’d caught up on life. Though they lived together, they hadn’t been able to just hangout together in quite some time.

It was now around midnight and they all had their respective jobs in the morning. Lucy was already tucked into bed, breathing heavily as she curled into a ball. Levy turned off the light and crawled into bed, grabbing her phone and opening up her email. A feeling of deja vu hit her as she found her schedule for the next day and opened it. Her hazel eyes scanned the visits, noting that it was pretty much the same schedule she’d had for the past couple days. All except one. The final one on the list, which caused her heart to to come to a complete halt before picking up in double time. Her final visit for the next day was Lily.

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#gajevy #Gajeel Redfox #Levy McGarden #Gajeel X Levy #Must Love Cats #fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #WE'RE GETTIN TO THE END Y'ALL

[werenzki]

Zach Werenski #6

Anonymous said: Hey! Could u write a zach werenski imagine where you two watch a scary movie , and if ur comfortable, end with then making out/smut? Thanks :)

A/N: fyi i have no idea how this movie goes, i myself hate horror movies and refuse to watch them. so just pretend like i know that i’m talking about :) hope you liked it!!! also sorry if my smut is either a) shit or b) too much lol

Word Count: 1,560

It was pretty understandable that Zach didn’t want to go out anywhere after such a long day at practice. And honestly, you were more than okay with it, seeing that you could now throw on one of his hoodies and snuggle up in his bed. You preferred that over going out most days, actually. 

“You can’t leave with that sweater,” Zach said as you pushed your head through. It was one of his Blue Jackets ones, from Reebok, had his number in the top corner and everything. But more importantly, it was really comfortable. 

“Why not?” You whined like a child and sat up on your knees in his bed. 

Zach tilted his head, sitting up against his headboard. “I need to wear it during the season, only get so many of them,” 

“Well get more, they’re comfy,” you said and jumped over him, landing softly on your back. 

“Alright, babe,” Zach chuckled and shook his head. “What movie did you want to watch?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged and checked you phone. A few new snaps from friends, a text from your roommate asking if you were coming home, otherwise nothing important. Zach rolled his eyes at your classic girlfriend response and scroll through Netflix while you looked at your phone. Once you were done, the movies opening credits had begun and Zach turned off the lamp beside him. 

You shut off your phone screen and looked at the TV across the room. The Conjuring was in writing across the black screen. Immediately you brought the blanket to your chin and sunk lower into the bed. Horror movies weren’t your thing. Sure, you could get through them, but by no-means were you a fan of getting scared. 

“Zach,” you groaned and brought the blanket up even further till it was right under your eyes. 

“It’s not even scary yet,” 

“Exactly, yet!” You countered back. Zach chuckled and then threw his arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer till you were cuddled into his side. Such a classic move, you should have seen it coming. 

It was about ten minutes into the movie and it seemed harmless so far. Which you weren’t believing for a second. Cue the stupid suspenseful music that made your skin crawl, and the blanket get closer to your chin again in order to prepare to hide from whatever bullshit was about to scare you. You watched the TV intensely, just waiting for the moment. It was either about to be a jump scare or some real deal demon shit. 

“Ah!” Zach shouted while gripping your bicep. You screamed and hid under the blanket. Your heart was beating so loudly you could hear it over Zach’s chuckling from the other side of the blanket. Once you had taken a second to calm down, you threw the blanket away and started to pound your fists to Zach’s chest. 

“You freaking dick!” You said while hitting him. 

“Ouch,” he grumbled but was quick to grab both your wrists with his hands. You narrowed your eyes into a glare at him, while his body was still vibrating from him chuckling beside you. 

“That was so not cool,” you muttered. You pulled your hands out of his grasp and folded your arms at your chest. 

“No?” Zach said with a smug look across his face. 

Judging by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t so interested in the movie anymore. Which you were so okay with. You licked your lips and looked at his, knowing they were about to be on every inch of your skin. A smirk came across his face before his hands were on your hips and you were straddling him without another second to spare. Whatever was happening in the stupid horror movie behind you was no longer on your mind, instead it was the way Zach’s lips felt moving with yours. 

“Jesus,” Zach murmured against your neck as you rocked your hips against his. The friction of your clothes made your core ache even more. Zach kissed your neck, causing you to lean back while rocking your hips again. A small moan escaped your lips before your brought the hoodie over your head and threw it across the room. 

Zach took the free moment to remove his shirt as well before your lips were attached once more. With his tongue fighting with yours, his hands roamed your body, skimming dangerously close to your inner thigh. You were now regretting not already stepping out of your jean shorts earlier whist stealing his sweater. You struggled with the button, then reached for the zipper as the kissing went on and on. 

“I should put on scary movies more often,” Zach stated while you rolled over and took off your shorts. Leaving you in just a bralette and underwear now, while he worked on getting his own pants off. 

“Shut up,” you growled and grabbed onto the back of his neck. Zach smirked against your lips for only a second before getting back to work. 

You should know his moves by now, but somehow you still gasped in surprise as he hooked both of his index fingers around the band of your underwear and pulled them down. Next he knocked your thighs apart, resting one arm on your right legs to keep them apart before bringing a steady hand between your legs. You inhaled deeply as he ran a finger down your core, then back up - causing a shiver to run down your back while you bit down on your lip to refrain from moaning again. 

After circling around with his thumb a few times, a single finger push into you, pumping in and out at an even rhythm. With each movement you became more into a lusty daze. You tried your hardest to stay quiet, but as he pushed another finger into you a loud moan came from you. It got closer and closer, then his head bent down as his mouth made contact. 

“Oh god,” you breathed. You didn’t miss the corners of Zach’s lips curling up into a smirk before getting right back to work. 

Your hands went from gripping the blanket beneath you to grasping onto the dark head of hair between your legs. Each steady pump into you and lick of his tongue and you were nearly there. Your breathing got heavier as you moaned again and again, finally hitting the peak of your orgasm. 

“Oh fuck! Zach!” You gasped while he gave one last stroke of his tongue. 

Just as the ripples of the amazing orgasm was done, Zach was on his knees between your legs. You stared up into his eyes and smiled, that lust-driven high was still going as he positioned himself over you. As he pushed into you, your back arched and your mouth opened as a silent gasp fell from your lips. 

“Oh yeah, baby,” Zach groaned and he pushed all of himself into you. His lips fell to yours, kissing you passionately as you ignored the slight pain.

The moment you grasped onto his shoulders, nails embedding into his skin, he took the sign of you urging him to continue and fell into a good pace. As a string of moans, curses and gasps escaped both your lips, his brushed over yours again and again. It seemed tonight was your night, because as Zach picked up his pace, you felt your second orgasm of the night. Thankfully - cause you weren’t sure how much longer your body could keep up - Zach wasn’t far behind. 

Taking a few breathes too relax a little, Zach then lifted his body off yours and rolled onto his side. His arm wrapped around you after a moment, bringing you close to him. Leaving a trail of soft kisses, he found his way from your neck to your lips. 

“Turn off this stupid movie,” you muttered and chuckled as he rolled his eyes. 

“We missed most of it anyways,” Zach said. 

“I’d much rather do that again, than watch a stupid horror movie,” you stated. Zach raised a brow and set the controlled back down again. 

“Maybe I should keep it on then,” he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes at his comment and then turned away so your back was to him. The movie still played, but Zach placed a kiss to your bare shoulder and then got off the bed. Honestly, you’d usually look over and catch a quite glance of him naked, but you were tired. 

“Here,” Zach mumbled while getting back into bed a few minutes later. You looked over your shoulder to see him with a glass of water in one hand and his hoodie in another. A smile tugged on your lips, eyelids heavy as the tiredness quickly took over you. 

You took the water, sipping on it till there was about half left, then Zach set it on the bedside table while you slipped the hoodie over your head again. Once you were settled back into the covers, Zach got back into bed too. Then the movie was finally shut off and his arm fell over your body carelessly. 

“Love you,” Zach said into your ear. You smiled lazily, sleep only second away from taking over now. 

“Love you too,” you mumbled back - or at least you hoped you did - before falling asleep. 

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