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Abandoned Mansion

Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader

Warnings: fem!reader, slight mentions of abuse, "kidnapping", readers dad was pouge turned kook like kiaras, readers dad is an asshole, snarky jj, slight john b x reader, italics are flashbacks, 7.4k words

A/N: (spoilers-ish) i got the inso from season 3, where JJ saves Kie from Kitty Hawk but with a slight enemies to lovers feel. this is set before s1 even happens. hope you like it, and I'm posting a prompts list so you guys can request!

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JJ and John B were out of Figure 8, working their asses off for some cash. John B luckily was able to score working for the Cameron's doing boat maintenance, while JJ got stuck doing yard work for the Y/L/N's.

JJ hated most kooks out on this island, but he particularly didn't want to be here. Especially when the Y/L/N's daughter would come around. She was Kie's only kook friend, and Kie would always try to convince the pouges to letting her come around sometime but JJ's always been hellbent against it.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and continued mowing the lawn for the last stretch of grass.

"Hey, Maybank!" He heard your dad's voice call out to him. JJ sighed, turning off the motor before looking up to find him on the upper part of big fancy two story house.

"What can I do for ya, sir?"

The man didn't laugh at JJ's obviously fake greeting. "After you get done with the lawn, you're free to go. I gotta take Y/N to the Wreck."

JJ eagerly nodded, quickly turning the motor back on so he could get done as quickly as possible.

Once he had finished, the only thing left to do was put the lawn mower back into the Y/L/N's garage then head out. He thought, why would they even own a lawn mower if they'd never even think about touching it? God, he hated kooks -

"JJ, right?"

He swirled around, seeing Y/n stand in the doorway that connected the garage and the rest of the house. With a slight frown he answered, but turned back to his task of wrapping the cord together in a semi-neat fashion. "Uh, yeah."

Y/n pursed her lips, and rocked to the back of her heels. Her friend Kie always told her how much she loved the pouges, and how they'd all get along if they became friends. But she also knew how much pouges and kooks hated each other, not that she did at all. She thought the entire 'war' on the island was pointless and stupid.

"I'm Y/n." You continued to try to entice him in a conversation. "Kie's told me a lot about you and your friends."

He huffed and threw the cords next to the lawn mower. "Yeah well I haven't heard much about you. Now if you don't mind, I gotta get out of this hell."

She crossed her arms and didn't know what took over her as she followed him out of the garage and towards his bike he quickly hopped on. "I'm just trying to be nice, you can't even have a conversation with me?"

"I'm sorry this is the first time you're not getting your way, princess." He grinned, revving his engine once.

"Y/N! Come here now." Her dad yelled out, standing by their newest car a few feet away from them, narrowing his eyes at the scene of the pouge talking to his daughter.

Y/n looked to her dad and opened her mouth to give an excuse but was cut off by JJ revving his engine again. He wasted no time in staying on figure 8 any longer, and quickly drove out of their driveway and headed back to the cut.

"What were you doing with that pouge, Y/n?"

She scoffed under her breath, watching after the beautiful blonde boy who was almost out of her sight by now. She tucked her hair behind her ears, smacking her lips together and finally pulled herself to get into her dad's car. "Nothing.."

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"I'm telling you Kie, I think you're wrong."

Kiara ignored her friend as she wiped down the counter at the front of the Wreck. Y/n just finished telling her about the interaction she just had with Kiara's quote on quote, "always a fun time best friend."

"He doesn't like kooks. It'll take some getting used to." She shrugged. Suddenly her head snapped up to look at her girl friend with wide eyes.

"What?" Y/n froze holding the chip she was about to eat close to her mouth but got completely freaked out by Kaira's spaz antics.

"Come to the chateau with me tonight."

"What?!" She practically screeched. Hanging out with the pouges seemed like the worst idea after how JJ and her so nicely got along earlier today. "I'm not doing that."

Kie smiled wide, not taking no for an answer. "You have to, come on. It'll be fun were going out on the HMS, and I know John B and Pope have been wanting to meet you forever." She saw Y/n still not budging. "JJ will be fine, I promise. If not, just ignore him that's what I do."

The two girls laughed, and Y/n squinted her eyes at her pretty best friend. "Okay, okay. I'll come."

"Great, John B is picking us up in 10 minutes."

"You knew I'd cave didn't you?"

"I knew no such thing."

The two girls walked onto the dock, seeing the HMS Pouge pull up to the side of the dock.

"You've got to be kidding me." JJ groaned, throwing his head back, looking at his two best friends with a hateful look. "Why is she coming?"

"Be nice, JJ." Pope spoke up, standing up as the boat got nearer to picking the two girls up.

"Hey, ladies." John B smiled, slowing the boat down next to them.

"Hi, boys." Kie called out, holding up a cooler no doubt filled with drinks and some of their favorite snacks.

Y/n smiled at the boys, "Hey, I'm Y/n."

Pope helped Kie in, while John B held his hand out for Y/n to take and come aboard. JJ sneered at the sight of it, because that's exactly what they needed. Another kook.

John B smiled, taking in all of Y/n's beauty. "So I've heard. I'm John B, this is Pope." He gestured to Pope who gave a small wave. "And that's JJ. Don't mind him."

Y/n chuckled seeing JJ's clear distaste of her being there. She took a seat next to Kie, who sat beside Pope now with JJ on the other side of him. John B got behind the wheel once again and took off towards the marsh where they all liked to hang out.

The four out of five got into some small talk while JJ pouted, lighting up a joint to take the edge off.

John B finally found a spot he deemed good enough and him and Pope lowered the anchor. "JJ, don't hog that." Kie reached out her hand with a pointed look, waiting for him to pass it to her.

He cocked his head to the side, looking at her before landing on the other girl with a glare. "Well, wouldn't want goody two shoes to get secondhand high, she might freak out and ruin the night."

Y/n sent a glare right back at him. "I've smoked before."

He gave her an unimpressed, "hmm." But reached over and passed it to Kie before he had both of them hating him for the rest of the night.

"Okay," John B clapped his hand, plopping down to sit close to Y/n. "What'd you girls bring?"

Y/n grabbed the cooler, opening the lid to show all the beer they packed. She took a couple out, handing one to John B and the other she extended out to JJ. Like a peace offering.

He stared at it, leaning forward with a hand outstretched. A smile started to form on her face, that is until he quickly reached into the cooler and got a different bottle for himself and left the one she held ignored. She moved her jaw to the side, trying to boil down the irritation he kept filling her with.

She sighed and leaned back into her seat next to John B, and twisted the cap open before taking a swig.

"Ignore him," John B whispered to her in her ear causing Y/n to smile. "He just needs some warming up to."

JJ swallowed the beer and thought it must've been the bitter alcohol that caused the sick feeling in his stomach as he saw you and John B practically all cuddled up together. So you think you can just come here and steal all his friends, no way was he letting that happen.

And unfortunately for him, you came around practically everyday that they all got together and became close to everyone but him. Unfortunately for you, his comments and attitude seemed to only worsen the longer you stuck around.

It's nearing towards the end of summer, and the pouges have brought you on so many different crazy adventures you've never experienced before. Like sneaking into private property, stealing alcohol, and just finally being free. It wasn't like your old, fake kook friends who only cared about where they were seen, what they were wearing and how much money they could spend. And that just wasn't you, and that's why once you met Kiara it was like having a first actual friend.

The two of you girls got closer, now that she wasn't having to separate her time with the pouges and you. She was the only one you confided in your attraction and crush on JJ.

"Do you think JJ hates me?" Y/n asked, brushing her hair and looking into her vanity mirror. Kie sat up from your bed, looking at the girl through the mirror.

"No. I just think it takes a long time to get through the walls he puts up. There's only three people JJ cares about, so just give it some time and he'll be your best friend."

Y/n only hummed, not impressed by the girl's answer. She kept looking at her hair in the mirror, and didn't see Kiara's interest peak and scoot closer.

"Why?" She asked Y/n, who only shrugged at the question. "Do you like JJ?"

"What?!" She snapped her head around to look at Kie, dropping her hairbrush on the ground. Kie smacked a hand over her mouth, trying to not let the gasp escape her mouth.

"No way! You so like him."

"No, nu-uh. I don't like JJ." She waved Kie off and turned back towards the mirror. She looked at her reflection with a frown, picking out any flaw she could in her mind. "I mean.. how could I like someone who doesn't even want me around?"

"Oh, girl.." Kie stood up and wrapped her arms around the girl who's sadness was coming off her in waves. "Trust me, he's lucky to even be near you."

You and Pope got along too, since you both were always focused in school and enjoyed reading. John B was your new best friend, you never had a bad time with him and he always made you feel welcomed.

You'd even have them come to some of your 'kook activities,' as JJ would say. But all it really was is that they got to hang out in your gigantic pool and hot tub when your parents weren't around, got to go to the country club without being immediately kicked out, and being gifted gifts.

That in it's entirety irked JJ, he didn't need your handouts and you weren't going to buy his friendship like you did the others.

But everyone else knew that you weren't doing that, just that you'd show your appreciation in small gifts like a book you and Pope had been talking about, or groceries for John B or even a matching bracelet with Kie.

Y/n parked beside the twinkie and began to grab the bags of groceries she had in her car from her trip to the store. She held 3 bags in one hand and a case of beer in the other. Y/n knocked on the from door, since she had no ways of opening it herself.

JJ ignored the knock and continued smoking on the couch. John B smacked the side of his head as he walked towards the front door. He opened it with a wide smile, "Y/n, hey!"

She giggled as he gave her big hug and took the three bags she was holding. "Hey, John B. I picked up some groceries on my way here since we've been eating everything here."

The two walked towards the kitchen to set everything down. JJ watched with a frown as John B threw an arm around her shoulder and gave a kiss to the side of her head. "Thank you, Y/n. I really appreciate it."

"Pope!" JJ heard your voice and the fast footsteps as you ran up to the pair of them who were in Pope's boat. They were making grocery runs out on figure 8. "Here, I forgot to give you this last night."

"Oh my god, thank you! Where'd you even find this, it wasn't even in Charleston." Pope wrapped his arms around the middle of her back and gave tight squeeze.

She laughed, "I'm not giving up my tricks."

"What were you guys doing last night?" JJ asked, crossing his arms as he watched Y/n's face change from happy to slightly worried.

"Oh, well I had Pope, John B and Kie come over last night. I figured you wouldn't want to come, plus they said you had a family thing - "

"Yeah." JJ huffed, feeling the bruises on his ribs. He went home and to just his luck his dad was awake and angry like usual. "Well, we have a job to do, so."

"Right." Y/n nodded and slowly backed away from their boat. "I'll see you guys later, then."

"Where'd you get that bracelet, Kie?" JJ asked as they were cleaning up around the chateau. This obviously wasn't anything JJ wanted to do, but it had been getting bad and Kie already scolded all of the guys for not doing anything for so long. John B and Pope were cleaning in other areas of the house, while they tackled the living room.

Kie smiled, "Y/n got me it. She has a matching blue one." She twisted it gently around her wrist, the turtle charm dangling and the green yarn designs effortlessly beautiful.

"Oh.. it's nice." He murmured, tossing an old red solo cup in the bag of trash they were filling up.

"I think she got you something too." Kie mentioned, trying to pry into how JJ was feeling. She knew you had a crush on him, but she knew how well JJ was at hiding how he felt. And that usually came out with him either making jokes or being rude.

"Really?" He asked without a beat. Kie's lips curved upwards, gotcha. On the counter he saw a photo of the five you that you took on your polaroid a few weeks ago, you all wore big smiles after a day on the boat. You and Kie posed next to each other, the three guys making goofy peace signs or sticking their tongues out behind them.

"Yeah, I think she mentioned some type of pocket knife or tool you needed for your bike."

He softly smiled, his eyes not leaving the picture just yet. He remembered telling everyone about how his bike broke down and that he lost his favorite pocket knife after a run in with some kooks in the twinkie about a week before that polaroid was taken. "I didn't think she'd remember that."

JJ snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the four of you bust out laughing. How could they be so okay with you coming in and ruining the dynamic of the group? He also hated how well you got along with just about anyone, he wanted to make sure that he'd be the exception if no one else was going to.

"What's so funny?" He grumbled, kicking an empty beer can before resting against the outside of the chateau where everyone was lounging at.

Their laughter quieted down and Y/n just kept her gaze on her feet once JJ entered their conversation. John B nudged her with his shoulder, still laughing as he looked at her shyness. "Little miss Y/L/N here took Topper down earlier on the beach."

His eyebrows raised, "What are you talking about?"

Pope excitedly began to tell the story, "Okay, so I headed over to figure 8 to pick Y/n up, right? And so when we were heading back to the HMS when Topper started yelling at me for being over there. A-and then he started coming at Y/n saying how she's a turned pouge and then - "

"Well, that's dumb." JJ started to laugh, thinking that's the reason why they'd be laughing. "Y/n's not a pouge."

Silence.

Y/n frowned, subconsciously slumping more in her seat from the awkwardness. "Dude," Pope sighed.

Kie looked at him pissed off, "What's your issue, JJ?" John B shook his head as he looked off into his backyard adding, "Don't you think she's earned that after what she's gone through and done with us?"

"No." JJ bluntly said not even sparing at the girl who sat in the chair. "She's a kook, she'll always be a kook."

Y/n rolled her eyes, looking down at her phone. It showed a few text messages from her parents that were sent to her hours ago, her mom saying, 'please come home soon,' and her dad's saying 'you know what we talked about. home now, last chance.'

"You know what, since I'm such a kook why don't I just leave?" She hopped out of her chair and faced JJ with a sour face. He didn't show his surprise of her stepping up to him, and just smiled.

"Great, I'll show you the door."

She scoffed, "God, JJ. You've made it so hard to be your friend, I give up you win. You won't have to deal with me crashing your fun anymore," she turned to the other three who wore worried expressions. "I'm sorry guys, but I have to go home. I'll call you." She turned away, giving JJ one more look before rushing off to hear car to head home in order to spare herself another fight with her father for being friends with pouges.

The last time she got into a fight with her parents, JJ was with her. It was weird for JJ to be there, because if anyone was going to represent who her friends were, Y/n would much rather have had Kie and Pope or John B be there. But JJ was the only one available, and didn't say no.

"You said I'd listen to you, and then you'd listen to me." Y/n reminded her dad as the two teenagers stepped inside and sat in the living room. She saw his pissed off face when she didn't come alone.

JJ gave him a head nod. This already wasn't going well. Y/n's dad had wanted to have a sit down about what she was doing wither her life, but they all knew it was going to be him telling her she couldn't hang around pouges so she brought back up to change his mind.

They'd been going back in forth until her dad had enough. "Listen, I think you've been led stray away, Y/n. And you JJ," He looked towards JJ, remember months ago when he first saw Y/n and JJ.

"Y/D/N.." Your mom warned, never really speaking until now which caused Y/n to roll her eyes. Her mom always let her dad take the reigns on anything and never thought for herself.

"No, no, no. Lets get this all out in the open." He walked towards JJ who had made his way into the open kitchen whereas the girls of the house still sat in the living room. "You need to understand that I do get it."

JJ faked a laugh, "Sure you do."

"You hear me? I do. I like you JJ, and I bet you're fucking fun to hang out with and go down to the break with because I was once just like you, bro. I didn't think that anything mattered, and that I could make any bullshit story and these stupid kooks would believe it. But then I learned about hard work, about what really mattered."

JJ kept his sights on the glossy, fancy marble table as her dad talked down to him.

"All I care about - all I care about.. is my daughter. That's it. And all I know, is that she was a lot better off before she met you and your friends."

"Dad, I was never better off." Y/n cried, getting up from the couch and walking over to the two of them.

"Yes you were." He interrupted his daughter. Y/n's mom walked over, scared to see what else would happen.

"I was never better off!" Y/n repeated with a stern voice. "I was miserable."

"Miserable? Look at your life now." He laughed at her. "No, no. NO!" He snapped at his wife who was trying to get him to stop. "These pouges, have ruined my daughters life." He spat out the word pouge as he looked at JJ like he was dirt.

JJ rolled his shoulders back, shifting his gaze to see Y/n's distraught form, and decided to take the heat. "Didn't mean any disrespect, Mr. Y/L/N. Y'all have a good day."

JJ walked backwards away from Y/n's dad, and made his way to his bike outside.

"What are you doing?" Y/n pleaded her father to stop, she knew JJ barely liked her as is and after this she knew he never would.

"I'm protecting my daughter! Everybody says it, he's just life his father. He's a liar and a thief."

"No, he's not!" Y/n yelled throwing her hands up in frustration. JJ, not yet outside, stopped to listen to what else the kooks had to say about him. "He's nothing like his dad. You don't know him, they're nothing alike."

JJ heard your footsteps come closer and quickly stepped out of the front door before you did. "Where are you going?" Your father yelled after you.

"I listened to you, y'all were supposed to listen to me.. it's not fair." Y/n kept walking away, leaving her parents yelling at her while she ran after JJ.

"JJ, I'm sorry." She breathed out, watching him only stare in front of him and not look at her. "I-I didn't know he was going to react like that. You didn't deserve that."

JJ already started his bike but still waited for Y/n. "It's whatever. I already know what they think of me." He waited until Y/n hopped on behind him, and wrapped her arms around him.

He looked behind her with a soft gaze, "You ready?"

Y/n's cheeks reddened by how close they were, and nodded with a shy smile. "Yeah."

"JJ!" "Dude, go talk to her!" "You're an idiot."

JJ waved them off and just took a seat in the chair you were just in. His mind was heavy with memories and thoughts swirling around. "What? You're telling me she understands what it's like to be a pouge? As if she has had to deal with the same things as us in her life?!"

John B picked up a random wadded up shirt he found near him and threw it at JJ's face. "Dude, do you know much shit she's had to deal with her parents over this summer because of us?"

"Yeah, her parents and mine were talking about wilderness camps. It took mine years in order to get there, but it took her's only a couple of months." Kie glared at the sun, hating how much their parents despised their friends.

JJ hesitated to speak, he did know how you were being affected by spending all her time on the cut with them. But still, a disappointed parent in exchange for being rich? He knew her parents were looking down on them anyways, and whose to say that Y/n wouldn't do the same eventually?

"And why do you hate Y/n so much anyways? She's just like Kie, she was a kook before too." Pope pointed out causing JJ's leg to start bouncing.

"It's not like that, god." He jumped from the chair and faced all of them. "Y'all don't see it like I do, okay? I see how she really is - "

"What, a good person? She's nothing like a kook, JJ and deep down you know that. She's always been there when any of us need anything, and stood up for us with Rafe and all of them so many times." Kie defended you, she's watched this go on for too long and she couldn't risk your guys' friendship over it.

JJ just shook his head, unable to wrap his head around what she was getting at. "Nah, you heard it for yourself she's going back to figure 8 while we stay here, because we have each other! She's not apart of that."

The three pouges looked at each other, it seemed more like he was trying to convince himself that he was right and to ignore anything they might've said. So they dropped it, I mean you did say that you'd call them later.

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Y/n parked her car in the drive way with a huff. She's so exhausted over JJ. Throughout the four months she'd been hanging out with the pouges, she hoped that he'd give her a chance and they'd become at least cordial with each other. But she couldn't keep dealing with him, no matter how much she did like him or being friends with the pouges.

She wasn't necessarily thinking about stop being friends with everyone, but.. JJ was their friend first, and she wasn't going to make them choose between them that wouldn't be fair.

She stepped out of her car, and shut the door behind her. She noticed another van park on the other side of the street with the logo, 'Kitty Hawk' and a rainbow. A man stepped out of the car, keeping his trained eye on her.

"Hey, Y/n." She started walking towards the house and the strange man kept following her. "Hey, come back. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk to you."

"Uh, no I'm okay." She said back to him. She hurried up the stairs to get to the front door, whispering to herself, "What the fuck."

She finally got to the top of the stairs and twisted the doorknob. Only it was locked. Y/n's heart dropped, looking back to see the creepy man still walking towards her. She yanked on the doorknob, pounding on the door. "Mom! Dad!"

The door opened, but it was another strange man wearing a shirt with the same logo from the car.

Y/n gasped taking a step back. "Who are you?"

"Look, this can go one of two ways." The man said, taking a couple steps toward her.

"No, no, no, no." Her heart was racing. She never thought her parents would really send her away. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"Y/n, I'm sorry." Her mom stepped into view, her dad behind her. "We're sending you away for a while. They say Kitty Hawk is the best."

Y/n took another step and knocked into the first man she saw. He held his arms out so she couldn't run away. "Wait, wai - "

"Okay?" Her mom asked, but it wasn't like Y/n was given a choice. "We just need to try this, okay? We're just trying to help you."

The two men started to grab her arms and lead her to the van. Y/n's breathing was ragged and looked at her parents with crazy wide eyes. She just kept repeating, "no, no, no." Hoping this wasn't actually happening. "Mom, no. Dad!"

She tried yanking her arms away from the men, even trying to hit them to get off her but they were much stronger. "No, I can't do this!"

"We are trying to help you." Her mom tried to reason with her, but even she knew this was insane. "This isn't forever."

"You can't send me to camp wilderness, kookoo's nest!" The men kept dragging her, even down the stairs as her parents followed.

"They're not gonna hurt you. They're good people. They're going to help you out, don't fight it." Her dad warned her, stopping his wife from going further down the stairs.

As the three went down the stairs, Y/n whipped her head around to look at her parents. Tears started streaming down her face, "But I said - I said I didn't want to go!" She reached out grabbing ahold of the fence in from of their house. The two men tried yanking her off but she wasn't going without a fight. "I don't want to! You can't do this!"

They finally pried her off the fence and continued carrying her out to the back of the van. "No!" She sobbed, as they kept leading her further away from her house. "Dad! Mom!" She screamed watching as they stood at the top of the stairs doing nothing from her being taken away.

The men threw her in the van and immediately shut the door so she couldn't try to escape. There was no door handle from the inside so she began to bang her fists on the window. Still screaming and crying for her mom and dad.

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That "I'll call you later," never happened. The whole night it was complete radio silent on your end, no matter how many calls or texts they left you. They all just kinda figured you wanted your space.

It wasn't until the next day of not hearing anything that they were all starting to be concerned. Especially since they had all agreed to go surfing in the morning and then fishing and drinking.

It was about 10 in the morning and the four of them were all packed in the twinkie for the day ahead of them, the only thing missing was you.

"Has she said anything?" Pope asked the group, a small frown on his face.

John B and Kie shook their heads. "I wonder why." Kie snapped looking at JJ who had been more quiet than usual since you left.

He's been trapped in his thoughts, and the pouges had a point. He really was hating on you for no reason. Well, not no reason but not one he wanted to admit to anyone. At first, yeah strictly because you were a kook. And that was valid. Until it wasn't and you were actually a genuine person to be around. You were funny, smart, and beautiful. And JJ hated that.

"She's seriously coming again?"

"Yes, JJ. We all like her so she's invited."

"Does she even know how to surf? Or are you gonna teach her as an excuse to get near her?" JJ grimaced at the thought, if John B and Y/n were to get together then surely Pope will find the balls to ask out Kie and he'd be left out for sure.

"Yes, that's exactly my plan." John B pushed JJ out the doorway and headed out to the twinkie, he was only humoring him. Every other time JJ has hinted at John B liking Y/n he's denied it, but that hasn't changed anything so he might as well have fun with it.

Once the guys made it to the beach they met Pope, Kie and Y/n already there. Y/n laid on a towel soaking in the sun while Kie and Pope sat together talking and laughing.

"You guys ready?" John B called out, both him and JJ holding their boards. The other three jumped to their feet with excited "yeahs". "Oh and Y/n?" He called out with a sly grin, waiting till she got her attention to slap JJ on the back. "JJ here volunteered to help you out today, how nice is that?"

"Really?" Y/n's eyes widen in hopes he finally wanted to spend time with her. While JJ's mouth was dropped open as he looked at John B with killer eyes.

John B only smiled smug and gestured to answer Y/n. He knew JJ wasn't going to be that much of a dick to just say no now. JJ cleared his throat, scrunching his face as he scratched the back of his head. "Uh - uh yeah. I did tell John B that, didn't I?" He grumbled the last part ignoring Kie and Popes weird gazes at how he was acting.

They all headed out to the ocean with their boards, JJ and Y/n hanging back so he can try to teach her some basics. They paddled out a bit and off away from where the other three pouges were riding waves. Y/n sat straddling her board, as JJ sat on his next to her. "Okay so, you probably won't want to take on big waves right now. But if you're getting lessons from me, you'll be one of the best surfers out here in no time."

Y/n let out a belly laugh causing JJ to have a smile of his own. "Don't get too cocky now."

"Oh trust me, pretty girl. I got a reason to be cocky."

Y/n's breath got caught in her throat after hearing what JJ just called her, but he didn't seem to register what he even called her. She swallowed and wiped the whispy hair that escaped her braid out of her face. "I'm sure you do." She tried to tease him back, and it got a chuckle out of him before he stopped himself. What are you doing, he thought to himself, you're supposed to hate her. Even if she really is pretty.

He paddled a little closer and began with the teaching lesson. "Alright so all you need to do…"

"Give me the keys."

All of the pouges looked at JJ with shock. But JJ didn't falter just had his hand gesturing to John B for the keys. "JJ we should wait for- "

"Look, give me the keys right now. Her parents already hate me, and I kind of owe her."

John B's lips formed an 'O' and the other two looked at each other with small smiles. "Stop making that face." JJ shook his head, not even wanting to see the 'I knew it' looks Kie and Pope had on.

"Oh, you owe her, huh?" John B snickered, but dropped the car keys in JJ's awaiting hand.

JJ only jumped in the front seat and waisted no time in speeding to your house leaving the other three pouges at the chateau.

"I knew it!" Kie squealed, the other two boys nodding along. "That idiot so liked her all along."

JJ sped in the twinkie as fast as it could go to your house. On arrival he already noticed that your car was parked in the driveway so you had to be home. Just ignoring him for being the asshole he is. He also noticed your parents were sitting on the steps, like they were expecting someone.

He hopped out of the van and slammed the door behind him. He turned around to face your parents, your dad looking at him like he hated him. Granted, he did. "Howdy, y'all."

"JJ," Your father called out. "Don't even step on my property."

"Yeah, right." JJ sighed, looking around before back at them. "Well, you know why I'm here. To see Y/n, and well we were supposed to hear from her but we haven't yet. So I - "

"JJ, she's not here." Your mom said.

He looked over at your car still in the driveway. "Like I'm supposed to believe that. Okay, um, well then where is she?"

"Let's just say you're not going to see her for a long time, alright?"

JJ's heart dropped. No, they couldn't have.

"We sent her someplace where she can rebuild what you are your friends are ruining."

JJ's nostrils flared and his lips formed into a thin line. "You sent her to that wilderness camp?"

Y/n's dad nodded, with a proud look on his face. "Yes."

He let out a deep breath, his hands becoming a fist as he turned towards the van. "Y'know.." he snickered, shaking his head while he kicked at the ground. "Y'all are some real kooks."

Y/n's dad shot up from his seat, starting to run down the stairs. He wanted to pummel JJ for causing the tear in his relationship with his daughter. Y/n's mom stopped him from actually reaching the teenage boy though. "No, Y/M/N. These pouges are destroying my daughter's life!"

JJ yanked the driver door open, "Nah.. You gooned her. You gooned your own daughter."

"You gave us no choice, JJ! And I don't want to see you around my family again."

JJ stuck his head out the window already putting the car in reverse. "Don't worry, Y/D/N. You won't."

He floored it out of the driveway, creating tire marks in his wake. He then put the car in drive and headed towards Kitty Hawk to save you.

Your 24 hours at Kitty Hawk were horrible. When you arrived all the girls looked at you like you were the weird outcast, but you couldn't even care. All you could think about was getting the hell out of here.

They took your phone and you doubted anyone knew where you were, especially how you left the pouges. You just hoped that they'd figure out that this wasn't your choice and figure out some scheme to help break you out. If they still wanted to be your friend that is.

It was dark when JJ finally reached the cabin they placed you in. He went through the front office and hiding from security to get to you, but he finally did it.

He grabbed a credit card from his wallet to unlock the door, heavy breathing as the bandana he tied around his face covered his mouth and nose. He quietly opened the door, slipped in and closed it behind him.

There were about 20 bunk beds lined up on both sides on the cabin, so he crouched down and started trying to look for her. "Y/n," he whisper shouted trying to not wake up any other girls other than you. "Y/n.. Y/n."

A girl sat up and turned on her light, gasping when she saw a random man with a bandanna in their cabin. "What are you doing in here?"

His eyes were wide and instinctively raised his hands in surrender. "Hi, uh.. evening miss. Sorry, sorry uh." He slowly stood up as practically all the other girls woke up and focused their attention on him. "Shit."

He looked all around but still didn't see you, it was still dark in some areas of the cabin. "I know this looks bad - I come in peace. I-I'm just looking for someone.. I'm looking for - "

"Me?" Y/n was now sat on the edge of her bunk as she looked at JJ.

He slowly turned to where he heard your voice and froze when he saw you. You weren't hurt, thank god. "Y/n.."

She fought the tears that started to form in her eyes, and climbed down the bunk. She ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck and he tightly held her close to him. They both were breathing heavy in relief. He finally saved her, and she was finally saved.

She pulled away for a moment and looked from his left to right eye frantically. "But how did - how?"

He gave her a small laugh, "I know.. it's a long story. No time to explain though." He paused hearing her angelic laugh and allowing himself not to force himself to ignore it. "There's one thing though.. Y/n I just.. I just want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."

Y/n's eyes softened and nodded her head. She knew how JJ is with his emotions, and this was the biggest gesture he's ever made to show that he cares about her as a friend. But with what she's experience in the last two days; her fight with the pouges and her parents shipping her away.. She couldn't afford not to be honest with her feelings, it would kill her more.

"I like you." She said softly, emotion thick in her throat. She had a sad, but genuine smile on her lips.

He sucked in a deep breath of air, not blinking as he registered what she told him. His heart started beating fast, and the urge to run away scratching at him faster.

"I like you too."

They both let out a breath looking at each other like they couldn't believe what the other was telling them. They both made themselves believe that there was no way the other could've liked them back for so long it was shocking to see that they were wrong.

Y/n took a step forward, his hand coming up to cradle her face. The two both looking at each other's eyes to make sure they really wanted to do this. Y/n's eyes fluttered close and JJ leaned in all the way to finally be able to kiss her.

The two of them held each other so gently but firm, to show all the tender and protection they could offer the other.

All the girls in the cabin started cheering loudly. After a second the couple parted with smiles, until they realized they were about to get caught if all the girls kept being loud. Without a word Y/n turned back to grab her bag of clothes while JJ shushed everyone in the cabin.

The two then ran for the cabin door, and headed to the forest where JJ had stashed the twinkie so he wouldn't get caught. They laughed once they successfully made it out of the Kitty Hawk property.

They stopped and caught their breath for a second, and Y/n took this time to turn and admire the boy. "Thank you."

He looked at her with a genuine smile and offered a shrug, reaching out to touch her fingers. "I'll always help my pouge when she's in distress."

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x kook!reader #outer banks #kiara carrera #john b routledge #angst with a happy ending #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank fluff #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank angst #pope heyward #outer banks imagine #the pouges #outer banks fic

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zushikiss · 1 year

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may I request a scara college au, with him as our secret admirer, being sweet in the letters he sends us but irl being really rude and mean. He one day catches someone messing with us and then stands up for us and confesses everything in panic after that<3

summary ; scaramouche drops his "i don't care about you" facade to protect you from this annoying boy who just won't stop trying to get your number, he reveals his identity afterwards too ;)

warnings ; red for kazuha, orange for hu tao, green for alb*rt, scara threatens your admirer but none of the actual violence, just him saying he'll break a few bones if albert comes near again, cursing

pairings ; scaramouche x gn!reader

notes ; ahhh i love this idea sm, thank you anon! also i made the letters pictures so that it's easier to read <3

you showed off your dozens of letters to your friends, though they were disinterested since this wasn't exactly your first time ranting about your oh so dear secret admirer, in fact it probably was your nth time talking about him in that week alone, your friend kazuha takes a closer look at the letters before letting a small smile take place on his lips.

"The handwriting looks familliar."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yeah, looks like Scara's handwriting to me."

Ah yes, Scaramouche. The person who you were sure only existed to make your college life a living hell, he pestered you daily, borrowing simple stuff like pens and when you ask for it back he shrugs you off with a "i forgot it at home" or a "i lost it."

"That gremlin? Pfft no way, he hates me with his whole being."

"That's not a lot of hate now, is it?"

And with that your group errupts in laughter, you couldn't help but join in, but kazuha's comment made you think, what if it really was scaramouche writing to you? nahh it can't be, your secret admirer is so sweet, they even bought you your favorite snacks and drinks the other day, comparing them to that evil goblin is truly offensive.

And when you parted with your friends to go to your respective classes you kept thinking about kazuha's comment, I mean scaramouche is attractive yes, but you just can't imagine him doing all the things your secret admirer has done.

On your way to your class you bumped into albert, this creep who just can't seem to read the room, you've rejected him plenty times and you've ignored him for plenty more but he just can't seem to get the hint.

"Name! Oh yeah by the way, are you free tonight? Wanna have dinner with me?"

"Oh albert, I'm sorry but I have to go uhh study for a quiz.."

"Aww c'mon, it'll be quick i promise! Or an even better idea is why don't you give me your number? So we can make plans for when you're finally free."

At this point your back hit the wall behind you since albert just keeps getting closer, you're clearly uncomfortable and you pray to archons above that someone passes by and helps you.

"I really gotta go, I'll be late-"

"Class doesn't start for another 5 minutes, name. What do you say we-"

"Finish that sentence and i'll crush your skull."

Out of nowhere a familiar tuff of indigo hair appeared, his hands were wrapped around albert's collar as he pulls him away from you.

"Hey man?! What the fuck is wrong with you??"

"Name said they're gonna be late. If I hear that you ever come near them again, I won't hesitate to break both your legs so you won't be able to go anywhere."

And with that albert ran off, scaramouche looked at you, his eyes no longer holding the dark aura that they possesed not even a minute ago.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.. Why'd you do that?"

"..do what?"

"Save me? You kinda don't give off that knight in shining armor energy you know?"

"Cause what kinda sick fucker let's the person they like be harassed like that? I spent so much time asking around to know what your favorite foods are so I can get them for you and you think I won't punch a bitch for you?"

And when it finally sets in that he basically just confessed to you his first instinct was to run away, and so he did. He turned his back to you as he started walking away, you grabbed his wrist as a way to stop him before he looks at you, he looked adorable, his cheeks stained red while he averted his eyes, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Are you really?"

"Yeah, look just reject me and let's get this over with."

"Reject? No! You owe me ice cream since you finally introduced yourself."

"What."

"I'd like to go out with you, Scaramouche."

#genshin scenarios #genshin fluff #genshin kazuha #genshin hu tao #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin x gn reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x gn reader

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willowser · 2 years

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i am so terribly in the mood to write angst 🥺 like. like maybe. ex-husband bakugou 🥺

not so fresh out of your divorce, but — having a little boy — life with him is so intricately tangled. far too deeply rooted to ever be out of each other's hair. more often than not, he brings your son to his parent's house if he's called in to work, but — sometimes it's after midnight and he doesn't want to have another argument with his mom about how he's working too much. be reminded that this is how he lost you in the first place. mitsuki's disappointment has always stung because she reacts so typically in fury, and this distaste is always whispered and low, serious enough that her reprimands sink to the pit of his stomach.

and sometimes — he just wants to check on you. your house. if there's anything he can bring you or that you need or that he can fix, if you want. sometimes he just wants to hear your voice, and watch the way your lips sound out his name.

"aw," you pout playfully in the doorway despite the puffiness to your eyes, at having been woken up. "my sleepy baby."

your son is knocked out on his dad's shoulder, drooling through the material of his shirt, and you step up to take him but — katsuki doesn't let go. not yet. it leaves you still within close range, rubbing a small hand over the kid's back. there's a residual heat lingering around your body from the blankets you've no doubt been swaddled in, and he imagines you bundled up with his little boy. how close and sweet the two of you will be, after he's gone.

"is that—" you gasp, making a face that has his lips twitching with the urge to smile; instead his frown deepens. "is that a thumb in his mouth?"

a sting starts deep within the sockets of his eyes, and he rolls them, feigning nonchalnce. "he's already pissed 'cause he's congested, so whatever."

it earns him a pleased hum; victorious, in letting the kid indulge his shitty habits. "picking your battles, i see."

and the two of you are left in the shadow of something, cold, despite the stove light deep in the background of your place. finally, your son is passed off, and you cradle him even though he's getting too big to be held like that, but katsuki doesn't say anything. there's a part of him that wants this image to stick for a little while longer. there's a part of him that wants this to hurt.

"do you think you'll be back before the morning?"

"uh," he swallows, knuckling at one of his eyes. "don't know. this shit with half 'n half is—" probably gonna keep him up until the early afternoon, but you'll only worry if he tells you, and you've done that enough.

"okay," you shrug, swaying slowly back and forth as you nestle your cheek in your son's wild blonde hair. "that's fine. i can drop him off with your dad on the way to work, yeah?" all you get is a grunt of affirmation; doesn't seem like he'll avoid the argument with the old hag afterall. "hey, while i have you, i was gonna say—do you wanna come in, or something?"

fuck, if he doesn't want to. how easily he could sink into your couch and your voice, relaxed for the first time in — he doesn't know how long. he is officially A Dad, ready to fall asleep the minute he sits with his head back for even a minute. you'll offer him tea that he won't take, because it'll keep you in the kitchen too long, out of sight.

the soft, safe image of his little family under one roof again makes his stomach churn, and he has to rip himself out of the daydream lest he fall prey to it; he's here for a reason, afterall.

"i gotta—"

"oh, duh," you swing your sleeping little boy gently for emphasis, smile dim in the doorway. "i just wanted to say, if you're gonna be busy, i can plan the birthday party with your mom," a long kiss is pressed to your son's forehead and, minute as it is, katsuki doesn't miss the slight slump of your shoulders. "no big deal."

"no," he says it quick and fails to keep his voice even; when you look up at him, eyebrows raised, katsuki has to take a step back and breathe through his nose. "no, i—you don't hafta' —i just need to send you my schedule, and then we can...figure it out."

"you already have," voice soft, you press the words again into your son. despite them you smile gently, tender. raw. "and i don't remember tonight being on the roster."

so easily could you be hostile. hateful and angry and justified and it would be preferable to this bended knee you've taken; accepting of the life dynamight will always have, even if you're not able to stomach it. if only you could scream and smack him and chastise, then maybe it would be easier to leave.

but instead you just flicker, a light in the dark he'll never reach.

"sorry," is all he can say, teeth grit. the word depresses into his tongue and the weight of it makes him want to gag; he means it now — and every other moment he's failed you in.

you don't press the issue, because you're too kind. "our little baby," another pout works it's way to your lips and katsuki's chest collapses, heart thundering in the cavity he's had to make a home in. alone. "the big 5-0."

he snorts to clear the frog in his throat. "he's gonna be 5, not 50."

"oh," you blink at him owlishly, and then burst into a small fit of laughter that he can't help but to ease at. to yearn for. "i'm half-asleep, you can't hold that against me."

there's a reason he's here; now he's keeping you up and his time has run out, like it always has and always will. the silence that settles between you eats away at him until he is hollow enough to slip away.

you linger in the doorway, watching dutifully as he opens his car door and — katsuki takes one last look at you, another image he wants to last. another image he wants to hurt. sometime in the next 24 hours, when he manages to leave dynamight behind and crawl into his empty bed sheets, this is all he'll think about while chasing after a sleep that isn't so friendly when he's by himself.

hopefully in his dreams, at least, you'll be welcoming him home, instead of bidding him a quiet goodbye yet again.

#BYE CRYING #i want PAIN #akfhejanka #ex husband bakugou i would simply. not be able to handle it.#bakugou drabble #edit to say: i wonder if it bothers him that his parents are still married #lile despite the witch he thinks his mother is — they were able to figure it out #so why couldn't the two of you? 🥺#cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou #✿ theme: ex husband bakugou

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aalyssah · 10 months

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Hands Off My Wife

Pairing: Shayna Baszler x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,536

Request/Summary: ↓

A/N: This was requested by someone on Wattpad. Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up to the feeling of an arm draped across your body. You turned your head only to see your wife Shayna.

You smiled at how peaceful she looked asleep. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You jumped at the sound of her raspy voice. She chuckled, running her fingers through your hair. "We gotta hit the gym today."

You groaned, tucking your face in her neck. "Oh no, you're not going back to sleep, come on." Shayna got out of bed, waiting for you. "Come on, babe." You shook your head, pulling the blanket over your face.

Shayna let out a breath before walking over and throwing the blanket off you, picking you up, over her shoulder and to the closet.

"Put me down!" Shayna complied with a smile. "Put gym clothes on and meet me downstairs." Shayna grabbed sorts and sports bra before heading downstairs. You picked out leggings and a sports bra and changed before going downstairs.

Shayna was standing at the door with two cups of smoothies and a mini gym bag. "You ready?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Well I don't have a choice, do I?" Shayna laughed at how annoyed you sounded. "You'll be alright. The faster we get done, the more time we have for breakfast." You both hopped in the car and drove to the gym.

When you walked in you saw many of your fellow coworkers working out. Tonight was Money In The Bank night, so you already know it's gonna be hectic. "Imma go strength." You informed Shayna, taking a mat. "Okay, I'm at the punching bag." She kissed your cheek and left off with her gloves.

You set the mat down and began stretching in yoga poses such as Triangle pose, Mountain pose, and Low Lunge, but when you got to the famous Downward Dog pose, you could feel eyes on you. The sound of a cat call made your head snap back.

"Woah, your ass looks so big in those leggings." Your face scrunched in disgust at Sonya Deville's comment. "Deville leave me alone and go back to what you were doing."

You and Sonya have an 'interesting' history. You used to date her back in the NXT days, and even were childhood friends, but when she cheated on you and betrayed you, you knew there was no more friendship, but you didn't let history stop you from doing your job.

"Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't help, but see how good you looked. I had to come over!" You nodded your head, biting your lip. "Yep, now you can go." You continued posing, breathing in and out. Sonya had her hands on her hips, waiting for attention, but it never came.

"So Y/n, how's you and Shayna doing?" You ignored her, still focusing on your stretches. "Oh, come on now, Y/n. Don't ignore me." Sonya felt annoyed that you ignored her. "Y/n!" It felt like the whole gym got silent as people looked over at the two of you.

"Sonya why are you-" Before you could finish your sentence, Shayna's loud voice stopped you. "Aye Deville, get away from my girl." You looked at Shayna, watching as she took her gloves off. "Babe. It's okay, we were just talking." Sonya smirked. "Yeah, talking. Anyways, I'll see you later, Y/n."

She winked at you and left. "That bitch-" Shayna was ready to chase after her, but you held her hand. "No Shay, let's just continue training." She gave one last glance at the door and trained with you. The rest of your gym time was uninterrupted.

Now skip to later on in the night and it was show time. Even though you weren't gonna be participating in MITB, you and a match against Zoey Stark. There was loud chattering and laughing as you were fixing your makeup. The locker room was shared by all girls.

You felt arms wrap around your waist. "Hey babe, you look beautiful tonight." A blush formed on your cheeks as you smiled at Shayna's compliment. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Shayna playfully rolled her eyes, jabbing your side. "Are you excited for tonight?" Shayna nodded her head. "Oh yeah, I can't wait to see you win against Zoey. I'm getting tired of her."

You agreed. "Yeah she thinks just because Trish is with her that she's the best." Shayna was about to say something, but her phone rang. She looked at the message with a frown. "I'm sorry, baby, but I can't watch your match tonight. Vince and Triple H need me for a meeting."

You didn't hide the pout that formed on your face. "I promised we'll watch it when we get home." You smiled. "Good luck kiss?" She kissed your lips and left the locker room.

Just as you finished up your hair Liv Morgan called out. "Y/n, you're up." You stood up and smiled at everyone wishing you good luck and telling you to beat Zoey's ass.

The match played out well and fans were loving it. You and Zoey sold the moves great. You were about to hit your finisher, but the sound of Sonya's music distracted you. You watched as she came out walking down the ramp, smiling.

With you being distracted Zoey took the opportunity and punched you. She kicked you repeatedly to the point where the referee pulled her off. While she argued with the referee Sonya came to you, holding out gold brass knuckles.

"Hit her." You shook your head no, pushing her hand away. You got back up fighting, but with your body weak, she took over, throwing you into the turnbuckle. The referee came to check up on you. "Get outta here!"

Zoey yelled to Sonya who stood outside the ring. "Did you hear me? I said get-" Sonya punched Zoey square in the face with the brass knuckles, making her fall. You quickly picked her up and hit your finisher.

The 3 count came by fast as your hand was held up in victory. Sonya came in taking the referee's place, but not for long. You snatched your wrist out her hold and left the ring. Sonya followed you backstage, calling your name. "Y/n, Y/n stop running!"

You turned around at her. "Sonya, I don't wanna talk to you. I'm hot, sweaty, and my body is sore." She didn't say anything else as you went to the locker room. You instantly hit the shower, sighing in relief as you felt the hot water loosen up your tense muscles.

As you washed your body, you looked near the door to see Sonya standing there with a smirk on her face. "What the fuck, Sonya get out!" Sonya had a smile on her as she looked at you up and down. "Goddamn you look even better than when we were together."

You tried covering up yourself. "Get out!" You could hear the commotion of girls telling her to leave, but Sonya ignored them, looking at you. "I bet Shayna doesn't satisfy you like I did. Maybe we can run it back one last time." She was fully clothed, but before she could step foot in the shower, she was brutally attacked from the back.

Her body flew into the wall as the attacker beat her down. You then caught a glimpse of Shayna throwing her towards the right we're all the other girls were. "You wanna touch my wife, huh?"

As fast as you could, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body. "Shayna stop, leave her alone!" It was almost like Shayna couldn't hear your voice as she punched Sonya's face in. Other girls feared to step forward, not wanting to get beat by the former UFC boxer.

You know you couldn't get her even if you tried, but luckily, Ronda came in. "What the hell- Shayna get off her." Ronda tackled her, pinning her down on the ground. "Everyone get out!" Ronda warned, watching everyone leave including Sonya.

"Let me go! She needs to learn to keep her hands off my wife!" Shayna struggled against Ronda's hold. "You can let her go, Ronda." Ronda let her go slowly. "I'll let you guys talk." She didn't waste time leaving you both.

"Baby, you need to calm down." Shayna looked at you with wide eyes. "Calm down? What do you mean 'calm down'? My wife's ex-girlfriend came in here and was about to touch you naked in the shower!"

You came to her, putting your hands on her shoulders. "I understand. I would be mad if someone came in and saw you too, but you need to remember where we are. You can't just go around beating up everyone who looks at me."

Shayna stayed quiet. "I know you're mad, but chill out. I don't want her anymore. What we had was in the past, you're my future." You kissed her cheek, trying to loosen her tense body up. "Come, let's go take a shower together. I'm sure the girls won't be here for a couple more minutes."

Shayna broke out her mad mood with a smile. "Such a dirty girl." You grabbed her hand and led her to the shower.

#shayna baszler #shayna baszler fluff #shayna baszler angst #shayna baszler imagine #shayna baszler x reader #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

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denaliwrites · 6 months

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Say You'll Remember Me

Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You thought you were free of Alec Hardy, but it seemed Alec had other ideas.

Soundtrack: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Criminal Activity. Mentions of past assault. Mentions of drugs and their use. Allusions to sex. Brief depiction of assault.

The last thing -- well, person -- you expected to see when you walked into Hightown's pharmacy come Monday morning was DI Alec Hardy. Yet, there he stood, leaned against a wall, reading a paper he no doubt bought from the Village Store, looking casual as could be.

There was no doubt in your mind that he was waiting for you -- his looking up when you walked in and his immediate surge into motion only proved the theory. You needed past him, but with him coming at you the only thing you could think to do was flee.

As you turned and went right back out the door, you heard him call your name, but you didn't dare stop.

He was a persistent fucker, though, and he followed you all the way to your cottage.

"Go away, Alec," you called over your shoulder as you fought with your keys.

"I just need to talk to you," he said, in that stupid fucking accent that made you melt. "Please. I'll be quick."

"No. No, no, no! I won't -- I can't do this again."

You finally slotted your key into the lock and rushed into your home. The door all but slammed behind you, and you quickly locked it back up before Alec could even consider forcing his way inside.

He tried rapping lightly on the window, calling your name gently -- sadly, you dared to think. But you ignored him, stepping away and wiping at your eyes.

It was an hour before the cottage fell fully silent, and another hour before you dared look outside.

You were grateful to see he'd gone.

You knew he wouldn't drop it -- whatever it was, whatever had brought him to you. You felt like you were walking on eggshells wherever you went -- in your own home, even -- waiting for the moment he confronted you again.

It happened the next day -- and, honestly, it was your fault. You'd allowed yourself to get into a position where you could be cornered. Trapped.

The way he approached you was careful. You supposed you hadn't done much to convince him it was unnecessary -- the way you were side-eyeing him was not unlike a frightened animal.

"Leave me alone, Alec," you begged him, looking around for an escape route. The only one was blocked, by him.

"I can't do that, darlin'," he told you sadly, his hands held out placatingly. "I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, you said that before. I still -- I can't talk to you."

"You can. I ken ye don't want to, and I ken it'll be hard, but I really need ye to, darlin'. Please."

You shook your head, wiping tears from your eyes. "You don't understand. I can't."

"Help me understand," he pleaded gently, taking a step toward you.

You stepped back, bumping against a shelf of snacks and almost knocking it over.

"I can help you," he tried, and you could hear in his voice how desperate he was. "Let me take ye back to Broadchurch with me."

"I -- I'm not going anywhere with you," you whimpered. "Please just leave me alone."

You tried to shove past him, but he caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and keeping you from running. "Darlin', please. I need ye to cooperate with me."

"No -- no! Get off me!"

He realized quickly that your protests were drawing attention, but he still didn't let you go. "We can go quietly," he whispered in your ear, "or I can arrest ye."

"For what?" you asked, though your struggling had already ceased.

"Pervertin' the course of justice."

You whimpered, going limp in his arms. "F-fine," you said, choking back a sob. "But -- but, please, let's go to my cottage. I want to be -- it's comfortable there..."

He nodded, his arm snaking along your waist until it was no longer holding you. Delicately, you stepped through the shop until you exited, closely followed by Alec. He followed you all the way to your cottage, he followed you inside, and he followed you as you entered the kitchen and set about making tea for him and yourself.

"You've done well here," he commented as he looked around while you were busy. "It suits you."

"Why are you here, Alec?"

"Y'ken, I could just want to see ye."

"You do not just want to see me," you said, looking up to meet his eyes for a moment. "So why did you track me all the way to Liverpool? Not to mention all the places I lived before that you would've had to check."

"We think the man who attacked you is back."

You nearly dropped the mug you were holding. You clumsily set it back on the counter, hands suddenly unsteady and unable to keep a solid grip on it.

"We found a woman matching your profile -- dead. We're not sure it he thought she was you or if he just has a type... but we're almost certain it's him."

You swallowed thickly, sinking to the floor with a pitiful moan.

"I'm sorry," Alec said softly, coming to hover near you, his hand squeezing your shoulder. "I ken I said I wouldn't look for ye, I said a lot of things that I have to go back on now."

"Why?"

"Because at the time, I thought that when you left town, that'd be the end of things. He didn't follow you, and there were no more attacks. I had no reason to think I'd ever see ye again -- that I'd need to see ye again."

You leaned against your cabinets and pulled your knees up to your chest. Alec's hand stayed comfortingly on your shoulder even as you tried to shrug him off.

"Why would this require me to come back?"

"You saw him."

You dropped your head onto your knees with a broken sob. "I don't want to be your fucking star witness!" you wailed.

"I ken," he soothed, his hand rubbing your shoulder. "I ken. I don't want ye to be involved either -- but we need ye, darlin'."

You shook your head. "I won't. I can't."

"Why not, darlin'?"

You shook your head. "No -- I can't -- Alec, I can't."

"Then I've no choice but to arrest ye, darlin'."

Another terrified moan escaped you. "Please -- don't take me back -- I can't go back --"

He looked regretful as he pulled you up and circled your wrists with a pair of cuffs.

The drive to Broadchurch was a long one.

Nearly five hours long, to be exact.

You spent the majority of the time crying or staring out the window. Alec was kind enough to have stocked up on your favorite snacks and drinks before trapping you in the car. He was also kind enough to give you full control of the radio -- at first, you'd opted for silence. But eventually, you got to a point where you couldn't stand it anymore, and you turned it on and found a pop station. Just to fill the silence.

"D'ye need a restroom?" he asked every so often, to which you always replied with a no.

And so it went, for five hours.

You were ready to sleep for a million years by the time he pulled up to the Broadchurch police station. He escorted you in and sat you in one of the chairs in the lobby before giving you strict instructions not to move while he went and fetched his partner.

Of course, you never had been one to listen to him.

The moment he was out of sight, you made a run for the exit, dashed down the steps leading into the town, and fled into the night. You could hear him calling for you, thought that you could even hear the pounding of feet some distance behind you, but you didn't dare stop.

At least, not until you reached his house. Well, your house. Sort of. It had been, at one time. But now it was his. You knew it was his, were kind of counting on it. You figured that he'd figure that his house would be the last place you'd run off to.

You also figured that he'd probably have spare cuff keys somewhere in there.

It was a little surprising to find a cop's back door unlocked, but you were willing to accept it as coincidence.

What was almost certainly not coincidence, however, was finding Alec Hardy himself standing in the entry room, holding up a key to your cuffs.

"I have a car," he said.

Okay, that was on you.

"Alec, please," you begged, already moving back towards the door.

"Please don't make me add breakin' an' enterin' onto your charges, darlin'."

"The door was unlocked."

"Ye weren't invited in."

"Invite me in, then."

"No."

You huffed in frustration, turning towards the door. You could still flee, if you really wanted, but where would you go? Anywhere you could think of, he'd just find you eventually.

"If you undo the cuffs, I'll go willingly."

"Promise?" he asked as he stepped nearer.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

He shook his head and released you.

Instantly, you shoved him off and made a mad dash for the door.

You may not have ever lied to him before, but there was always a first time for everything. Though, you realized sadly, now he definitely would never trust you again. You came to a halt, burying your face in your hands as you sank to the ground with a sob.

Alec joined you after a moment, crouching next to you. As ever, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm gonna pretend ye didn't do that," he said softly.

"Thanks," you whimpered.

"Darlin', I know you're scared," he sighed, "but ye gotta do this."

"I don't," you insisted, shrugging his hand off. "You could just let me go back to Hightown, let me go back to pretending nothing ever happened."

"And how was that goin' for ye?" he asked pointedly.

You bit your lip, looking away.

"How were all those pills goin' for ye? All that stress? The depression? You can't tell me you've been okay all this time."

No, you hadn't been okay. You'd been living a half-life, one foot in the real world and one in a nightmare. No matter what you did -- be it yoga or heroin, nothing ever really helped.

"Please help us put the sick fuck away," Alec begged quietly, trying to look into your eyes. "Maybe then you'll be able to rest. Maybe then you'll start to be okay."

You looked up, meeting his gaze, his soft and earnest and yours terrified and full of tears. "Alec, I can't."

"Ye keep sayin' that, but ye've yet to give me a reason."

"It's... complicated."

"Darlin', a woman is dead 'cause she looked like you. It seems pretty simple to me."

"I know it does," you said, and you couldn't mask the anger in your voice even if you wanted to. "Of course it's simple to you. You're not the one who had to go through the hell that I did, you're not the one whose life was threatened --"

"What?"

Fuck.

"Did he threaten ye?" Alec asked, his voice suddenly... concerningly cold.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, looking away from him. "H-he said he'd kill me, if... if I involved the police."

"That's why ye never pressed charges," he sighed with realization. "Why ye ran... why ye keep runnin'."

"I'm trying, anyway."

"Ye gotta know I'll protect you, right?" he asked.

You shrugged. "I know you'll try. But you can't be with me all the time."

"Then someone else will be."

"I don't want to spend every waking moment under surveillance, Alec! I just -- I want everything to go back to normal. I was trying so hard to live my life the way I was before. I was so close and now I've been dragged back into this fucking mess because some random woman I don't know is dead."

"Darlin'," Alec sighed, and then his hand was on you, tilting your head so that you were facing him. "Could ye really live with yourself if another person died and you could've stopped it?"

You desperately wanted to say yes.

"... No," you said instead.

"So help me."

You desperately wanted to say no.

"... Fine," you said instead.

Any charges Alec had against you were apparently dropped after that, though you weren't fully convinced there were any to begin with, which left you wondering if you could go to the police and have him charged with kidnapping and false imprisonment.

Not that you would, but the idea amused you.

Once Alec was sure you weren't going to run off, he allowed you free reign of Broadchurch. He provided you a phone, a key to his place, and some tenners so that you could feed yourself and buy anything else you needed.

All your instincts still told you to run, but you were mostly able to quell them. Alec helped, both with empty threats and actual reassurances. But ultimately, he'd had a point. You weren't going to let someone else die just because you were afraid.

You'd been there a few nights when Alec came home from work and made a beeline for you, looking... hectic.

"I think we've got a lead."

You perked up, but then tilted your head in confusion. "Why do you look so riled up?" you asked.

"I --" He took a deep breath, making a concerted effort to look calmer on your behalf. "I just... needed to tell ye. And make sure you're okay."

"Thanks?" you said with a nervous chuckle. "I'm fine. Just... enjoying my dinner."

He glanced down at your meal -- just some basic fish and chips -- and smiled. "Like old times, eh?"

You blushed and forced a shrug. "I guess."

"I missed this," he sighed, approaching you and coming to sit on the sofa beside you. His shoulder bumped yours gently as he moved to snatch a chip from your takeout tray.

"Hey!" you whined, swatting him.

He laughed even as he popped the chip into his mouth. You couldn't help but giggle in return.

"You owe me," you told him.

"Will a kiss do?" he asked.

You froze. "Alec, I -- I'm not that woman anymore," you said with a sigh, looking away. "That woman... she's been gone a long time."

"I know," he replied, his voice just as cheerful as before. "Maybe I wanna get to ken the new you."

You blinked and looked up at him. "With a kiss?"

"Well, I've never kissed the new you."

You rolled your eyes, but buried your hands in his lapels and pulled him into a kiss all the same. A deep and passionate one. One that did an excellent job, if you did say so yourself, of conveying how much you missed this, too.

When you pulled back, both of you were breathless. You were thinking how deep the shit you were in was, but by the look on his face, you guessed Alec was thinking more about how this new you was just as great a kisser as the old you.

Typical, you thought.

Even so, your dinner was left forgotten on the coffee table as Alec eventually pulled you into his arms and led you back to the bedroom.

Despite Alec's lead, he wasn't that much closer to solving the case.

You were getting rather antsy.

What Alec failed to realize was that you had made a life for yourself in Hightown. Yes, in some respects, it was little more than a half-life. But it was still something -- more than you'd had in Broadchurch in the last few months you'd been able to stand living there, at the very least.

You couldn't stand how much you missed it.

Which is what inspired you to do something that was probably exceptionally stupid.

You remembered where your dealer had operated back when you still lived in Broadchurch -- which was something you hadn't been able to say prior to the attack. After, however, you just wanted to forget anything had ever happened, and, well, illicit drugs were pretty great for that.

You scaled the fence and made your way into the dilapidated building, keeping a watchful eye out for cops.

There weren't any, so you continued deeper into the building, until you reached the stairs leading down to the boiler room.

On one hand, you had the presence of mind to think that maybe you were about to walk into a horror movie -- but on the other, you needed something to take the edge off.

You were about to climb down when suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.

And you screamed.

"Jesus, ye've got some lungs," Alec groused beside you.

"You!" you yelped, yanking out of his grip. "The hell are you doing here, Alec?"

"I could ask ye the same thing!" he barked back, motioning around. "This place is -- are ye asking to be murdered?"

"No, I'm asking for heroin," you replied, deadpan.

"I'm gonna pretend ye didn't say that," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "C'mon, we're leavin'."

"I'm not going anywhere, actually."

"I swear to God," he hissed, grabbing your wrist again and pulling you towards him.

"Hey," you whimpered as pain shot down your arm. "You're hurting me. Alec --"

You were cut off by two beams of light entering your field of vision. Desperately, you tried pulling out of Alec's grasp, but his hand was locked around you tightly.

"Alec -- Alec, let me go -- Alec --"

He stood there as the lights got closer, and soon there were two cops standing in front of you.

They asked questions, none of which you could answer without incriminating yourself; unfortunately, not answering them incriminated you too.

You were under arrest -- that much was indisputable.

The cops turned their attention to Alec, who definitely talked like a cop and carried himself like a cop, and yet, in the end, had forgotten his badge.

It was very lucky for you specifically that these two were rookie beat cops who had no idea who their DI was, because it meant that Alec got arrested too.

The two of you were cuffed together and escorted to the cops' car, and you smiled the whole way.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is for you," Alec's partner was saying as Alec was let out of the cell, "that I had to come bust you out?"

Alec was grumbling under his breath.

Ellie's attention turned to you.

"And who's this?" she asked.

Alec turned to look at you, too. "She's..." Ellie gave him a prompting look and he sighed. "She's the witness."

"Oh... and why's she in the cell?"

"She was trying to buy drugs!"

You piped up, "I never confirmed that to the arresting officer."

"What else could you have possibly been doin' there?"

"We haven't talked in years, Alec, maybe I took up exploring abandoned buildings."

"Which is also illegal."

"Wait, is it?" you asked, sitting up and blinking rapidly.

"Yes," he groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Should I let her out?" Ellie asked, throwing you a curious look.

"No," he responded. "Let her stay the night. Maybe then she'll learn to behave."

"I'm not a dog," you growled.

"Yeah, well, maybe you'll convince me when ye stop actin' like a feral mutt."

With that, he and Ellie walked away, leaving you alone.

You awoke in the night to the sound of your cell being opened. Blinking blearily, you yawned and stretched. Moving to a stand, you whimpered tiredly, "I knew you'd come back --"

Whoever was approaching you quickly in the dark was definitely not Alec. You knew that even before he kicked you into the wall.

You yelped as your head hit the bricks, but you didn't have enough time to really process as a hand grabbed you by the throat and threw you to the ground.

"Stop --" you wheezed, but the hand returning to your throat cut off anything else you were about to say.

Powerful legs straddled you, keeping you pinned and unable to kick him off.

You weren't weak, by any means, but you weren't sure you had enough strength in your arms to fight him off. Still, you had to try. Hands scrabbled at his hands and arms, nails digging in and trying to do as much damage as you could -- certainly trying to get him to lose his grip.

Darkness was closing in on the edges of your vision, prompting you to fight harder, more desperately, anything to get you out from under the weight of your would-be murderer.

Finally -- something worked. You weren't sure if it was your nails digging into his elbows or maybe the punch you landed to what felt like his ear -- ultimately, it didn't matter. You had an opening and you took it, clawing your way out from under him and making a mad dash out of the cell.

Later, you realized you should've closed the door and taken the key, but at the time you just wanted to get far, far away.

And that's what you did, legs not stopping until you reached Alec's house. Then, the adrenaline drained and you collapsed. Your sobs woke him up.

"So he's one of ours," Ellie concluded, after Alec made you tell her what had happened.

Alec nodded, then turned to you. "If ye saw him, would ye be able to tell us?"

You shrugged, rubbing at your still tender throat. "Maybe. It's been a few years, and I didn't see him last night when he attacked me in the cell, so I didn't get a refresher or anything."

"That's still better than nothing," Alec said reassuringly.

Ellie nodded in agreement. "I'll arrange something at the office," she said, getting up and saying her goodbyes quickly.

Once she was gone, Alec came to sit down beside you and pulled you close to him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left ye alone."

"You couldn't have known."

"No, but ye shouldn't have been alone anyway."

You shrugged, but didn't pull away from his embrace.

It was later that day that you and Alec were called to the office, under the pretense of filling out release forms for you.

Alec's hand never left your waist as he ushered you through and to Ellie's desk, where you were given a seat and a cup of cold water.

"Take your time," Ellie said, her eyes darting around. "We need you to be sure."

You nodded and began mindlessly filling out whatever forms they put in front of you -- you noticed it wasn't even a release form. The first one was to claim an impounded car. And then Ellie slipped you an animal license form.

You filled them out, anyway, as it was something to do while you were also trying to pinpoint a murderer.

You'd been there for a few hours when you finally saw him.

It had been a few years, but it was surprising just how sharp the image of your attacker became when confronted with his presence. You were struck with panic, but you forced yourself to write on your property inheritance claim form so that Ellie could see -- big guy, 3 oclock, brown hair green eyes, about 6ft tall.

She took the form and gave you a curt nod. "That'll be all we need from you," she said with a smile. "Stay out of trouble now."

Alec wandered over then, saw the note you'd written, and immediately moved to confront the officer.

Arresting him was a bit of an affair, but in the end he relented and, in the interrogation room, confessed.

Alec had been right.

You felt a freedom you hadn't before, once your attacker was thrown behind bars.

You stood outside the police station, leaning against a rail, wind whipping your hair about wildly, the sun setting painting the sky and ocean in brilliant pinks and oranges. It was the most serene you'd felt in years.

"Will you stay?" Alec's voice sounded from behind you. A moment later, he joined you, leaning against the railing beside you.

"No," you answered, looking out over the ocean.

"I'd like you to," he said sadly. "I've missed you... so much. And now that your attacker is in jail --"

"My life isn't here anymore, Alec. It hasn't been for years."

"It could be, though, couldn't it?"

"No," you answered sadly, but honestly. "It can't. I don't want my life to be here."

He turned to face you, and you did the same with a sigh.

"Please, darlin'."

You cupped his face with a hand, then guided him down so that you could kiss him gently. You could tell as you pulled away that he didn't want to part from you.

"I'll always love you," you told him. "And I'll always be grateful that we put that bastard away. But I... I've moved on. You need to too."

He didn't answer you -- well, not verbally. The desperate kiss he pulled you into was answer enough, though.

I don't want to move on.

"Goodbye, Alec."

With that, you walked away, and you didn't look back.

#alec hardy x reader #alec hardy x you #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy #david tennant #broadchurch #broadchurch fanfic

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shinestarhwaa · 6 months

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Yeosang and overstimulation + prompt 37 and Best friends to lovers au? Please and thank you love!

Hi babesss~ There's no actual sex in here but I hope you love it either way🥺🥺💐 sorry it took so long!

SHIMMER || KANG YEOSANG

Genre: Fluffy and bit angst but mostly smut

Pairing: Yeosang x Fem reader

Word Count: 0.9K

Tags/warnings: Best friends to lovers AU, Highschool!AU (they are both 18 y/o, so no minors!), softdom!yeosang, kinda light overstimulation, virginity loss, inexperienced reader, fingering, reader has anxiety

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

"I have never done this before," you breathed out, pulling away from your best friends lips. "I know, baby, I know," he whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ear. "I can stop, if you want me to."

You shook your head and took his hand to lay it on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. "I don't wanna go all the way... But I can't wait any longer... I need some relief, I need... I think I need to have an orgasm," you confessed.

"Have you ever orgasmed before?" Yeosang asked, but you shook your head. "I never could," you sighed, "so I need you to do it. I know that you can do it because you've made all your girlfriends come." "How do you even know that?" Yeosang giggled, rolling his eyes. "Because girls talk. Now please, finger me."

"Here? You want the first time to be here, in the school's bathroom? Sweetie tha-" "Where else? At home, where our parents and siblings are? No thank you. No one comes to this bathroom, why would they come to the 4th floor?"

"To do exactly what you want me to do," he grinned. You hopped on the sink and pulled the skirt of your dress up, showing off your glittery panties.

"Everything has to be shiny with you doesn't it? Shimmery make-up, glittery panties, shiny dress," Yeosang grinned as he pulled down your panties, exposing your wet cunt. "Even your wet pussy."

His fingers brushed against your clit, making you bite your lip. "Y-Yeosang," you moaned when he slid one finger inside your hole. "Just relax, angel, that's most important. Relax and enjoy it," Yeosang spoke softly.

You nodded as he pumped his finger inside you. You closed your eyes and tried to relax, but you only got stressed because you were barely feeling anything. "Y-Yeosang," you breathed out, "I can't feel it." A tear fell from your eye as you spoke up, nervous about his reaction. You were already stressed about being inexperienced and now you couldn't feel anything when you were finally touched?

"That's okay baby, don't cry, don't cry, it'll get better angel, I'm just opening you up a bit," he cooed as he kissed your head. "B-but shouldn't I be like... gushing with arousal and moaning loudly like the girls in the...the video's?"

"Porn isn't real my angel," Yeosang shushed you as he entered you with a second finger. "I'm gonna make you feel good, make you cum, I promise. Right now I'm opening you up... I'm doing this because it's the first time sweetie... so that it'll feel better and smoother," Yeosang explained.

You nodded and rested your head against the mirror behind you, taking a deep breath to calm your anxiety down. Suddenly Yeosang's fingers curled inside you and he put more force behind his thrusts, making you yelp and moan out loud.

"See... there it is... that feels better hm? That is what you like," Yeosang said with a cheeky smile and you nodded eagerly as you looked down, watching his fingers disappear into your cunt. "O-oh yeah, that feels good, so good, keep doing that," you moaned.

Yeosang changed his position just slightly and kept fucking his fingers into you, making you moan louder. "I think that's your g-spot angel, with the right angle and force you can hit it just like that... and it feels so...so good, doesn't it?"

You loved the way he narrated, the way he was talking you through it and telling you what he was doing, it always calmed your anxiety down when you knew exactly what was going on.

Your moans got whinier and needier the longer Yeosang used his fingers on you. It felt good but it was not enough to make you cum, you needed more, and Yeosang seemed to pick up on that quickly as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and started to rub your clit in slow circles.

"Mmm, yes," you moaned, your hips slowly rolling forward, grinding on his fingers. His fingers moved faster and faster until he was aggressively rubbing your clit, making you moan and squeal.

"Ah! Nng~ Too much!" you whimpered as you bit your lip to try and stop your moans, Yeosang had been going at it for so long, so long and it was just too much, it felt too good. "Just like that right angel? I can see your pussy clenching for me, are you feeling something here in your abdomen, angel?" He asked, and he was right.

You felt an unfamiliar warmth in your lower abdomen and your breath was picking up and before you knew it you moaned out his name and your body spasmed and trembled for nearly half a minute, until Yeosang stopped.

"Good girl... you just came so beautifully," Yeosang praised you as he licked his fingers off. He kissed the top of your head, gave you water and helped you off the sink. You pushed the skirt of your dress down again, wanting to look perfect and decent again when you'd return to the ball.

While you were dancing with Yeosang about 20 minutes later you suddenly realized you did not have any panties on. In panic you whispered in his ear, asking if you left them in the bathroom. Yeosang smirked and grinned, only for him to whisper: "I got them right here in my pocket, as a little shimmery souvenir."

#kpop #ateez #smut #yeosang #oneshot #shinestarhwaa's promptlist❤️#shinestarhwaa

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saltydkdan · 4 months

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Are the JoJo's icebergs fun to work on? They look like a blast to edit and write! (If a bit of a large workload)

The Jojo Iceberg has been... interesting. On one hand yes! It has been a blast to work on in some senses! It taught me a lot about writing, and research, while also allowing me the freedom to experiment with editing and injecting my humor into scripted stuff in a more organic way. I feel like with each chunk of the series I've posted thus far, I've shown more and more confidence over time.

Plus you are right!! Once the audio editing is done, working on visual edits and gags is a blast. Sure it takes time, but I have a weird love for making smooth video edits for people to watch (even though like 50% of the people that view those videos probably just listen to em like a podcast without looking at it haha).

So that sort of stuff, yes! That's been a blast, and I've learned a TON that I'd never take back for the world!

However on the flipside, logistically this project was a nightmare from day one LOL. And this is the part where I try to dissuade anyone from EVER working on a longer project like this because god damn it's been a pain at times.

Keep in mind, the script (as it stands) is nearly 200 pages. That is the longest scripted work I've ever helped write in my entire life, and when I started I was NOT that experienced as a writer whatsoever. I'm a bit better now, but at times I still struggle.

I made the horrible decision to never put a cap on the script. For every new fact I learned, even if it wasn't a part of the original plans for the video, I would add it to the pile. No matter what it was. I was committed to making it as long as I thought it needed to be, not as long as it probably SHOULD have been to get done in a reasonable amount of time.

I did all this for a deep passion for the source material, and even after the final part comes out early this year, I plan on going back and correcting the very few mistakes or miswordings I had in the original videos when I put them all together in one MEGA video.

But that passion for Jojo is a blessing and a curse, and I hadn't realized how long a project like this would take me amidst all the other big projects like Friendlocke and HYHA.

Full disclosure, the script was first started in December of 2020. That's nearly 3-4 YEARS AGO by now. If I knew that putting all this together would take that long, I probably wouldn't have committed to it in the way that I did. In that time, I probably could have put out a TON of shorter stuff, but I was so committed to this that I just didn't and that very much hurt my channel in the long term.

Though to be real, I haven't worked on it consistently, I tend to jump on and off between projects to avoid burnout. However still, by the time it's all done, the Jojo Iceberg combined together will most likely be the longest piece of content on my channel (yes, potentially longer than Friendlocke Season 3, I estimate that it'll probably come out to around 6 hours in length if I don't cut anything down).

It's because of this that after this is all out there? I plan to NEVER tackle something this long ever again. Friendlocke and Jojo have drained my bones, and all I wanna do these days is work on shorter stuff. Though I guess in that sense, this project has really helped teach me a lot about the sort of stuff I want to make. So in a way, even the negatives have positives! There's always something you can take away with, even if your experience had some downsides.

Looking at such a long script and doing some math, it's made me realize that like... damn. I could DEFINITELY do shorter videos way more consistently in the future. And so that's what I plan to do :)

So yeah! Some positives and negatives. But overall, I learned a lot and that's all I could ever ask for.

Thanks for your question! Have a good one!

#saltydkdan #salty asks #jojos bizarre adventure

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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hiiii i would be very curious to see what you do with "you're so, so, so pretty" for timkon :]

Tim is staring.

He's not even making much of an effort to hide it; his eyes have been fixed on Kon for the last ten minutes, with all the piercing, vaguely-creepy Bat intensity that entails. Normally, Kon wouldn't mind (he does love Tim's attention, after all), but this evening, he's hard-pressed not to fidget uncomfortably.

Where's Bart, and why did he have to abandon Kon to go polish off everything left in Cissie's casserole dish? He was the one who encouraged Kon to wear this stupid dress tonight, to "try out a new look in the safety of a potluck with the homies", and he said Kon looked nice in it, but...

Tim has been staring for eleven minutes now. The clock on the wall over his shoulder makes it real easy to keep track.

When it comes down to the two of them, it's inevitable. Kon cracks first. "Okay, what?" he huffs, folding his arms across his chest. His face burns. "Take a picture, why don't you? It'll last longer."

Tim's eyes widen, and he takes a hurried sip of the cocktail Anita made him, as if it'll disguise the sudden rosy stain on his cheeks. "Oh. Well—could I? Would you mind?"

Okay, wait. Hold the phone. What?

Kon eyes him skeptically. "Why? I mean—" He breaks off, because he already knows Tim isn't gonna make fun of him; it's his own self-consciousness talking. Tim is way too sweet to be cruel like that. He just... well...

"Because," Tim says, as though it should be obvious. "You're pretty."

Kon's face heats. Tim? Calling him pretty? That wiggles its way into his chest and kindles a warm, fuzzy light in his heart. He tries to stave off the giddiness, dropping his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you—how much alcohol have you had, dude?"

"I'm not drunk." Tim rolls his eyes. He sets the half-finished cocktail down, crawls across the bit of sofa between them, and flops over to lie down, his head in Kon's lap; Kon's skirt is short enough that a bit of Tim's hair tickles just above his knee. "Maybe a lil tipsy. But not drunk. What, can't a guy call his best bro pretty while sober? Ish?"

The look on his face, though... God, that look is so soft and earnest and adoring that Kon's breath catches in his throat. "But you..."

"You're pretty," Tim insists, smiling up at him. "You're so, so, so pretty. Got it?"

"Now I know you're just pulling my leg," Kon tries to joke, because the alternative is acknowledging just how hard his heart is pounding in his chest, or how good it feels to hear Tim say that. "That is definitely not one of my good angles."

Tim rolls his eyes again, harder this time. "As if you have bad angles."

Oh no. Kon's heart doesn't just flutter; it does a whole hop, skip, and a jump routine. "...You really think I'm pretty in this, Rob?"

Tim's face goes all soft again, and he reaches up to touch Kon's cheek. The pad of his thumb brushes over Kon's lower lip; Kon has to remind himself to breathe. "Yeah," he says. "I really do."

Kon's brain officially can't handle the amount of tenderness on Tim's face, and abruptly shorts out. Pretty rudely, too; the least it could've done is offer a two-week's notice or something.

Autopilot takes over: Kon pumps a fist and cheers, "Booyah!"

It's probably not the stupidest way he's ever responded to a compliment. Probably. But hey, at least Tim seems to find it funny.

♥ soft sentence starters ♥

#the gender euphoria of it all...#timkon #tim #kon #rimi writes #lemontongues

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loveackermannn · 1 year

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☰ FOREVER AND EVER. –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧. – (! mentions of post-war from s4 ! also i recommend listening to this song when reading ! or any of the songs by that artist, it really does fit this drabble a lot and i wrote it to that song ! very soft and mundane. okay that is all, i hope you enjoy < 3)

i want to take care of post-war levi so bad..

he deserves it after all he's been through, showered with lots of love and kisses, pampered on his bad days, cooked for when he comes back home from a long day at the tea shop.

but deep inside, he feels as though he shouldn't be treated this way. he's afraid of the burden he's caused you to deal with such a broken and unfixable man like him – but you're not going anywhere and you've made that very clear.

"it'll only be trouble for you. please don't," he says softly as you continue to change the bandages around his healing leg. it had been months since the war ended, yet the recovery process has taken much longer than he expected. now, here you were, on your hands and knees, discarding of bloodied gauze when you should be out there living freely like you've always wanted.

but the truth of the matter, is that this is where you wanted to be, for the rest of your days.

"it's not at all, my love. stop talking like that," you gently scold with no malice and levi could only clutch tightly onto his hand – the one that reminded him of what he once lost. this was quite the habit he's picked up and everytime your eyes glanced down to his lap, you wasted no time in placing your own palm over his. soon enough, you could feel the tension escape from his grip, relaxing the moment your skin touched his.

he was so physically deprived that he had begun to forget what it felt like to actually feel wanted and needed. and not the kind of want and need where he had to kill for an end goal – to be wanted and needed by you was all he cared about. he loved it, indulged in it even.

though, a part of him refused to be granted such love and care from one person, let alone by you.

"i can't help it. you don't have to be with me, you know that right?" just as you always have done, your hand met the tops of his hands, soothing his worries with just a simple touch. your thumb drew messy patterns across his scars and callouses – never hurried.

"but i want to. this is no obligation for me, you're stuck with me for a really long time. i hope you're okay with that."

guess there's no stopping you there.

you hear him inhale slowly, as if readying himself to speak again, "but we won't do many things that other couples get to do. we'll be confined to this shitty cottage for a while.."

"that's okay with me. i'd rather be here with you than anywhere else."

"but you wanted to travel. you always talked abou-"

"that can wait. trust me, we have all the time in world to do all of that. the world will still be here, even when we're grown and wrinkly," you chuckle as you flick your finger against the point of his nose.

he didn't hold back his snort at you gesture to lighten the gloom on his face – you always knew what to say.

"yeah, i'll be all old and stuck in my chair. you'll have to wipe my ass when i can't do it anymore," he says flatly, but amusement was evident in the hues of his eyes and on his face. he really did love seeing you smile at his dumb, silly jokes.

"of course, i'll do that for you," you rest your cheek on the plush of his thigh and you feel his hand come up to meet the back of your head.

"i was joking."

"well, i wasn't"

"that's digusting, come here," without effort, he lifts you in his arms and planting you onto his lap – and you were quick to want to squirm off, but he didn't let you go anywhere.

"levi! i wasn't done changing your bandages," you frown as your efforts deemed useless in his secure hold. you couldn't resist anymore and you mentally noted that he didn't hiss out of pain like he used to.

"that can wait. it doesn't hurt as much, you're fine," he says while burying his scarred face in the crook of your neck. small breaths exhaled onto your soft skin and you didn't stop yourself from threading your fingers through the raven locks of his hair.

"i just want this to last a little longer."

#chaloveslevi #shitrambles #levi ackerman #levi scenarios #captain levi #levi headcanons #levi heichou #levi ackerman x reader #snk imagines #aot levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman fluff #i just love doting on my beloved #it hurts seeing him in pain #i want to give him the world and stars

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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GIRL P1

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins (Younger Jack Navy Years)

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet

I sat on my bed inside my cabin and tossed my lucky coin between my fingers my book in hand tried to get this damn reading done but it wasn't exactly going well. A dirty grimy head pops around the door, "You comin'?" Mick asked with a wide enthusiastic smile, "No thanks," I told him, "Jack. Come on." He whined as he leant on the door frame, "Don't be borin'," "I'm fine being boring," I shrugged, "Yeah, and I ain't. Come on! I'll buy ya a drink?" "I'm fine Mick really," "When did ya last get your sorry blonde butt off this boat?" "…uhhh…" I honestly didn't remember, "When did ya last have some beer that weren't watered down?" "You think it isn't at the tavern?" "It'll be less watered down," "… Maybe six months," "We've been at sea longer than that ya lil shit," "Then I don't know," "When was the last time ya even sniffed a girl?" "uhh… I think I saw a girl last time we docked, don't think I was close enough to sniff her though…" "Jack, let's go. walk or I shove ya." "Fine," I rolled my eyes and set my book down, "Yes! Come on I'll buy ya a drink," he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder so I couldn't get out of this, "Where are we going then?" "Ahh there is this amazing place me and the boys know just down the street we'll be plenty close to the ship, the drinks are strong, the pies are full and the girls…. are gorgeous," He explained as he led me up though the ship, "And trust me ya'll be close enough to do more than sniff 'em, Jack," "Ohh Eerrr…" "What?" "Nothing I just uhhh… I don't think I'll take up on the girls," "Ohh? No?" He asked, "They have boys too?" "No. No, I just…" "Wait," he smirked, he fully stopped as we got on deck and turned to me with this smirk, "Jack?" He smirked as he narrowed his eyes and I just stayed silent sheepishly, "… when did Grimm bring you on? How old were ya?" "…14." I gulped as I prayed he wasn't going to catch on, but his eyes lit up.

"And you're an anti-social little shit ya never come off the ship with us? "Yeah…" "so…" "No." "Oh my god…" "Don't." "You're a- "Don't! Say it!" "No… no… ya can't… you're a-" "Don't. Say. It. Mick." "Okay… okay, our little secret," he laughed, "Okay, thank you." I nodded, "let's just go for a drin-" I began, "Jack's a Virgin!" Mick yelled at full volume which made everyone stop and look at me, "Thanks, Mick," I sighed, "You're welcome," he smirked, At that moment everyone else still on the ship banded together and forced me off the ship, I knew I wasn't getting out of this I could have weaselled out with just Mick but I knew I didn't have a choice now. They all but dragged me down the street all while making jokes at my expense until we reached a little hole in the wall Traven 'The Maidens View' and I was kicked inside. Everyone found somewhere to sit and I tried to hide in the corner but Mick forced me to sit with him at the bar. Mick bought me a drink as I looked around, the place was clean, tidy the scent of beer and smoke was in the air, and I admit the girls were… pretty. Honestly, they didn't need to be I can't even remember the last time I was this close to a girl. Everyone made jokes at my expense and tried to get me interested in one of the girls but I was too blushy and embarrassed to even talk to them. "Come on! ya, pick. Anyone you want. me and Sam are going in," Mick laughed as he sipped his drink,

"What?" I blushed, "we'll pay for it come on it's your first," Sam chuckled as he shoved my shoulder, "I don't know…" I said sheepishly, "Come on, any of them take ya fancy? if not we can go down the street there are a hundred whores places like this." Mick explained, I sighed and for the first time, I actually looked at the girls rather than merely being blown away by them, none of them… really seemed all that interesting, "No," I shrugged, "No? alright, we'll finish up and take you somewhere else." Sam laughed, I nodded as I had some more of my drink kinda half hoping I could keep bar popping with them until they were too drunk to remember about all this and honestly I didn't much like any of the girls here they all seemed like… I don't know, like when you look at an old bed and you can just tell how many other people have laid in it and it just makes you… not wanna lay on it for fear of it breaking, or being gross. But… unfortunately, I stopped short as I glanced up across the tavern and saw a girl, she couldn't have been much older than me in a little sage green dress that she adjusted up her shoulder where it had fallen down her arm, her hair in a sweet braid wrapped around her head, she came down the stairs and grabbed some tankards that she began to take to tables. She was very cute, quite pretty, and… had a little bit more of a refined way about her I guess. the unfortunate part is that as I noticed her pretty much everyone noticed that I noticed her and began their jokes and playful encouragement.

And before I even had time to attempt to protest Mick and Sam were talking to the bartender and paid him. So… I'm not getting out of this. She finished up with the drinks and returned to the bar setting her tray down, where the bartender spoke to her and she nodded. "Which of you was it?" The bartender asked, "This strapping lad here." Mick laughed giving my arm a playful punch, She nodded and smiled as she came and stood in front of me, she offered her hand and for a moment I was too nervous to move, but I took her hand and let her lead me up towards the stairs as I heard everyone from the ship encouraging and making jokes at me, "Take good care of him!" Mick yelled as she took me up the stairs and into a little room with her.

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #doctor jack dawkins #jackdawkins #jack #jack dawkins #jackdawkinsartfuldodger #the artful dodger #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldodgerjack #theartfuldogger

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casablancarossa · 2 months

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All I need is you.

<<an [18+] taemin x reader story>>

Pairings : Taemin x female!reader

Genre: Smut, Mini Angst. Extra Extra Mini Fluff

Content Warning : 18+, Minors DNI, Unprotected Sex, Implications of SelfHarm/Depression. Pillow Talk

Synopsis: Taemin was no-show which left you feeling pretty down and unwanted, but its Taemin and he will do anything to make sure you no longer doubt how much he wants you.

Authors Note: It's long, its steamy. So here ya go darlings. BTW, while this is a continuation of 'Please Amore', didn't realize I was going to write about mirrors again. With a man this good looking, of course he would have a inclination towards mirrors.

Also I refuse to be held liable for how long this post is.. I couldn't write one moment and suddenly I couldn't stop writing.. So Yeah.

God bless the metamorph concerts.. so many pics to use .

Enjoy Reading!!

"So... amore.."

Taemin's dulcet call doesn't even come close to budging you out of your position in bed. Poor guy is practically unprotected in bed as you had managed to form a cocoon out of the blanket and remained in there, huffing something about a forgotten date or plan, or something along those lines. His arms reach out, placing a hand on the soft covers, pushing it down far enough so that he could see your face.

You were far from impressed and it will take every inch of your being from being livid and if your boyfriend was not so damn adorable, you would have probably used the pillows and hit him repeatedly until its feathery innards exploded. "You made me wait like a fool... in front of the company building, no less." you hissed through your teeth. The cocoon you were in had finally exploded, chucking it towards Taemin, immediately walking towards the door.

Not even the beckoning meows of Kkoong stopped you from huffing and immediately dropping onto the couch, grabbing the throw to cover your legs.

"Y/n-ah, you know I didn't mean to bail" Taemin's voice called out from the bedroom. It was followed by the noises of slippers shuffling on the floor as he waddles out, now cocooning himself with the blanket. He moves towards you and really pushing the cute act, plopping down to lay on top of you. "I'm sorry..." he mumbles, burying his head on your lap.

"One night, Taemin. All I wanted was one night" you sighed, folding your arms to stop yourself from dropping an ounce of affection.

"When I get back from Japan, I promise, we can have a fully week of uninterrupted date nights."

"No point now is there", you huffed quietly.

Being in the same room as Taemin made your heart break, and the more physical distance there is between you, the better it is, letting the silence heal your wounded ego.

With Taemin's schedule suddenly ramping up since his concert and amongst TV appearances and being holed up in the studio, you had rarely seen him the last two weeks. Maybe three. Within that time period, Taemin had flaked out on maybe four planned dates. Two of which he planned himself, but at least you were at home and half ready, so it didn't bother you. Three if you included tonight, but this time you had gotten ready and stood outside SM's building for over an hour, and only got the text from Taemin saying there was traffic it'll probably be an hour or two before he gets home. When you asked for an elaboration, no response.

It wasn't like Taemin to not respond and you were too annoyed to rationalize his actions, immediately jumping to the worse conclusions an angry woman could possibly think of. He is either cheating, or he is dying, and the former seemed more likely in your head. Now, you know, Taemin wouldn't dare enter an affair, honestly you didn't think it was possible, but Taemin would always be upfront about missing things due to schedule because it was his way of facing accountability. It was no secret that he has picked his schedule over you at times, not intending malice, but he would often think these things would be done on time and he would be home in time for you.

Your eyes flicker to the clock on the wall as it quietly ticked. 2:15. It had gotten so late and it dawned on you that you had been moping for over 3 hours and Taemin had only walked through the door maybe an hour ago. "I'm going for a shower, then go to bed. You should sleep, you still have an early schedule tomorrow", you mumbled, shifting your body so that Taemin's head would drop on the seat of th couch.

His eyes followed your hunched figure making way to the bathroom, noting how hard you were trying to act casual. Act as if you weren't pissed at all, but he could see it in your face. How your lips curled down to a frown and your eyes seemed void of any emotion. Taemin quietly remained on the couch, waiting for the sound of water hit the floor. It puzzled the man that he didn't hear music coming from your end, usually your shower times would always have music in the background. The bathroom was your studio and you thought that the shower was loud enough to hide your singing, but this time it was silent. At that moment it clicked in Taemin's head that you were really not happy.

Filled with enough resolve to pull an all-nighter, Taemin would try to make you feel better, even at the cost of sleep. He might as well tidy up and create a cozy space for you, grabbing the plushies that were resting on the windowsill and throwing them to the bed.

As he was chaotically, setting out the comfy pillows and blankets, the string lights and the scented candles, Taemin noticed the mess of clothes, roughly kicked under the bed along with a pen cap. He thought of the situation as odd, investigating the clothes and noticing that it was one of the dresses he bought for you. White silk with lace trims and pen marks just at the hem.

Taemin put two and two together and dropped everything he was doing so he could sneak to the bathroom to see if his assumptions were correct. And it was. He managed to crack the door slightly and through the reflection of the bathroom mirror, he could see parts of your body, covered in pen marks, specifically in writing and he didn't need to read it to know the contents of it.

Often, during your 'low' days, instead of wallowing in sadness and damaging your health, you would write the demeaning thoughts that raptured your brain. The comments were harsh, hurtful and downright despicable, but they were words to yourself and usually at the end of the night, Taemin would carefully wash away those words, filling you with words of affirmation and making sure that you knew how amazing you are, how strong you are, how beautiful you are and how grateful he is to have a partner like you.

"Amore? I'm coming in.."

The voice snapped you out of your zombied state, looking up to see Taemin, open the door a bit more as he watches you carelessly scrubbing at your thigh trying to get the writing off. Your body spin slightly to hide yourself, you didn't want him to see you like this. In your head, you have been doing so well, but after being bailed on, your insecurities were set to over 9000 and with so many female idols professing their crush on Taemin, you suddenly felt unwanted.

The feeling of the warm shower felt nice against your skin, but Taemin's timid kisses on your shoulder had caught you off guard, suddenly feeling as if fire coated your body. "Don't take my job away from me", his husky whisper, caused the hair on your neck to stand and soon your body was shifted to sit on the edge of the bathtub next to the shower.

You looked up again to see that Taemin had not taken off his clothes, subsequently getting soaked, as he adjusts the shower head so at least the stream could reach your feet from where you were sat. His hands grabs the sponge and soap and began working on the space just above your knees. "If you had told me, I would have dropped everything..."

"I don't want to be that type of person who disrupts her boyfriend's schedule.."

"I don't care. If I had known that you had a bad morning, I would have re-scheduled everything for after Japan.."

"It's fine amore... It's just a stupid overreaction.." your voice was a low whisper barely audible but there was a hitch on your throat that let Taemin know, it was anything but an overreaction. In part, he could tell it was his fault.

"So what did you write?", he asks despite having already read the legible parts before he scrubbed it off.

"Oh you know.. the usual stuff.." you began, feeling at ease as most of the ink had faded, becoming illegible enough that you or Taemin couldn't read it. "..mostly, how much I hate you.", you finally teased.

"That's fair. You could hate me all you want. But, I still love you", Taemin beamed despite letting out a defeated sigh, his hands carefully massage your calves with much earnestly as his head lowers to plant a trail of kisses on your thighs.

"You sure? Am I not too.. much?"

"Never..." Taemin placed an arm on either side of you, propping himself up so he could kiss your lips, pushing a little harder at your reciprocation. "All.. I ever wanted.. All I ever needed is here in front of me", he breathes out slowly, staring at you as your foreheads press together.

"I'm sure... you have said that plenty of times.." you sighed defeatedly, pulling away so you could grab the sponge and continue scrubbing at your arms, bending it at odd angles to get everything off.

You were no stranger to letting Taemin be fully aware of your insecurities and fears. You have been together for a while now and maybe his enlistment helped you stay secure, but now that he is out an about, it kind of itched at the back of your head. You weren't conventionally the type of girl that Taemin had relationships with. He is deceptively close to a lot of the female stylists, and heck up until recently, worked with an ex until the end of the 'Guilty' promotions.

"Don't speak like that.. I hate that you think that you don't deserve being loved.. especially from an idiot like me". Taemin's words were so adamant and full of intent that it caught you off guard.

There was a moment of silence that clouded room and Taemin took the opportunity to rid your body from any more nasty words. You watched him closely still trying to decipher the faded letters on your skin, frowning as he makes his own assumptions and then frowning at you disapprovingly before leaving kisses whenever he successfully scrubs a bad word off. As he turns off the shower, you observed how clothes were sticking onto his body and you couldn't help but admire how he kept his physique.

Gods. I don't deserve you. You let out a scoff, laughing to yourself of how stupid you were feeling. But seeing Taemin look equally hurt, washed all those worries and anger that was directed at him.

He flashed an endearing smile towards you, crouching down so that you were at the same eye level. "Y/N-ah, I will spend the rest of my days, trying to show you how much I love you.. if you'd let me", his last words were cut off by him placing another kiss at your lips, settling himself in between your legs. quickly wrapping your legs around his waist so he could pick you up.

"Woah, woah wait, Taemin, I'm still drenched. We're both wet mops!" you squealed as your body get lifted from your seat, wrapping yourself around Taemin's torso, trying not to slip. See he was surprisingly strong. You had thanked Minho for that, and you weren't necessarily lighter than Taemin either, being on a thicker side but he swears he loves that about you. More to love, he says.

You both giggled like little school children as Taemin carries you back to the bedroom, while in your head you cursed yourself for needing to go back out to clean the trail of water droplets before it causes an accident. But by the time your body had been dropped onto the fluffy blanket that Taemin had set out, all thoughts had left your head. The room was surprisingly warm and warmly lit too. Your head tilted back to see the string lights had been set up and the smell of peonies and vanilla covered the room. You were so distracted, you didn't even see Taemin trying to herd Kkoong and Daeng out of the room as he closes the door behind him.

It didn't take long either, but soon you found yourself under Taemin as he crawls on top of you, staring into your eyes lovingly. He couldn't help but be mesmerized at how much you were like a ray of sunshine to him. He would never let anything harm you. Not even himself.

That being said, on closer inspection of your body, he could tell by the faint bruising on the intimate parts of your body, that recently he had been rough in bed with you and while you didn't complain, he was aware he needed to show his affection and need for you in a more gentle manner this time. "Amore? Can I love your body as well please?" he asks so sweetly that you could only cup his face, and turn your head away, trying to not get embarrassed.

There was something pure about every time Taemin asks for permission. Usually he takes what he wants and it drives you insane (in a good way), but when he tries to be more loving about it, it felt like it was the first time for both of you; playful, clumsy, shy, always asking if things are okay and whether a line was crossed. But Taemin had done it so beautifully where sex was at your own pace and intensity, at moments like these, you were in charge, not in the dominant sense, but in general. Yes, he'd still dominate you, but it felt different. Instead of being the obediant submissive, that succumbed to the naughty wiles of your boyfriend, you felt like you were his only air to breath, a goddess to worship.

Taemin did revel when you are like this though. To see you flushed on the bed, when your legs would twitch and rub against each other when his finger would graze down your torso. Delicately, he would trace down from your lips, down your neck and over the hill of your breast and down your stomach. It was tantalizing and almost overbearing for you to handle. His movement was light as a feather and would apply enough pressure to on certain parts to bring you back to him.

Quickly, Taemin peels his wet shirt off his body, sighing in comfort before turns his attention to you again.His body shifts a little bit, lowering his body onto yours, bringing his lips to your ears. "I know this isn't enough to make up for tonight.. " his low shuddering voice, caused your to mewl, rolling your head aside, exposing the areas, you needed him to stimulate.

Slowly, resting his weight on your body, he leaves tantalizing kisses on your neck and collarbone, repeatedly whispering your name as if it was the only word he knows. His devious hands roam the sides of your body before quickly grasping the back of your knee on one leg and pulling it up to wrap around his waist. The movement caused his hips to thrust gently, making you feel through his sweatpants, his bulge, protruding and grinding onto your naked core.

A bare moan barely escaped your throat before Taemin occupied your vacant lips, weighing down in the kiss with so much need and urgency. You were suddenly in a daze when he left your lips and targeted your breasts. Just a little nip made your body almost sit up but Taemin shot down that reaction by keeping a firm palm just on the middle of your chest, essentially, holding you down.

Taemin had always played like this, being so agonizingly slow and unpredictable and his tongue darted out, lapping at your nipples before sucking on the area around it. Your back arches upward, feeling the built up tension forming in between your legs and suddenly you were need to feel something more and not even grinding through his sweatpants is going to cut it.

"Amore.. please.." you whimpered shyly, turning your head to stare at the wall, using one of your hands to cover your face.

"Hm?"

"Please take me.."

"I don't think you're being serious", he lets out a soft giggle, teasing you as he sits up, trying to shift down the band of his sweats, pushing down his boxers as well.

Seeing his dick pop out all the sudden made your eyes roll, biting your lip and mumbled your initial statement under your breath, horribly failing at controlling yourself.

"Oh.. I guess, I should put this away then.." his voice was so playful that it ticked a nerve.

"Oh for the love of god Taemin, please!" your tone was a mixture of desperation and annoyance, but as you tried to sit up to scowl at him, Taemin with his best effort, pinned you back down on the bed again.

Taemin was holding you down by the shoulders, boring a hole through you with his eyes, but you were so flushed and excited that you couldn't even look at him in the eyes. Your body however was telling a different story as your legs have parted, allowing Taemin to slot himself in the middle, now with shaft pressed in between your bodies.

Carefully, one of his hands, held onto yours, bringing up just to the side of your head. His other hand reaches down and guides his member just to your heated core, gently pushing himself in until he was fully engulfed in you. The slow spread made you wince. Naturally with Taemin's busy schedule, there wasn't really enough time to have sex constantly and that left you feeling pretty tight, as if you walls forgot the shape of his dick.

"Oh...fuck", he hisses, if it felt too tight around him, god knows how it must be for you. "Are you okay? Do you want me to take it slow?"

Your head feverishly shakes from side to side, assuring him that you're okay, gently patting your hand on his arm, mouthing the words 'keep going'.

One slow movement out and Taemin quickly thrusts his hips, causing a jolt in your senses, covering your mouth with the back of your free hand to prevent any loud noises. Your boyfriend frowned, adjusting himself so he could finally lower his torso on top of yours.

"No no, I want to hear you", following through his words by resting head in the direction your face was pointed at, close enough that his ear was pressed against your lips.

Wasting no time, Taemin moves his hips again, finally hearing the soft yelp that left your lips, whimpering needlessly as your body feels overwhelmed with how you were coming undone beneath him. Every time he snaps his hips forward, you could feel your legs raise each time, groaning as he hits new depth in you in this manner, which made you mumble profanities into his ear.

Snickering, Taemin tries to reach upwards, grabbing a pillow before kissing you gently on the lips, his sudden slow pace winds you down before fully pulling away.

"My my amore.. look how wet you are" his eyes practically shined seeing your legs spread, seeing how your region was throbbing from suddenly feeling empty.

"Shut up..." you could only manage to whine before you felt his hands snake under you, pulling your hips up so he can place the fluffed up pillow under you.

As he attempts to push your hips and legs further up and closer to your chest, so he can scoot himself closer to you, your hands immediately dart forwards, digging your nail into his arm to catch his attention. Taemin slightly raised his head, his eyes were so dark and like a mist of lust had clouded over them and he was trying to hard not to lose control around you.

You could only flash a sweet smile before struggling slightly to raised you hand, enough for your fingers to caress his cheeks before using your other arm to lever you upwards, enough so that you could reach to tug at Taemin's hair before pushing his head down slightly.

"Clean me." the soft request from you was met with a low growl from Taemin before smirking at you. He was more than happy to comply, quickly shuffling downwards so his face was mere inches from your groin.

"Say it again...", he whispered,, casting a cool breath on your pelvic area, slowly blowing a trail further down, waiting for your words.

"Please clean me, amo---ahh", you could barely finish your statement before Taemin's tongue dart out, giving your clit a tentative lick, placing the flat muscle firmly against it. He loved how you moaned uncontrollably. He knew how much it took within you to ask him to basically eat you out. While you had no issue sucking his pretty little soul out of his dick; eating you out at your request was not something you did often. It usually got you going quick, and the orgasms you would experience is far from your general orgasms, you knew that, he knew that.

It wasn't long before his lips cascaded downwards, forming a suction at your entrance and happily sucking up the trail of wetness that managed to form and drip from your core. The way he lapped his tongue around the entrance of your pussy could drive you insane. but Taemin being Taemin, he couldn't help himself.

Mustering enough strength, he finally hoists your legs around his shoulders, while he sat up to a kneeling position. Taemin's arms wrapped so tightly around your waist, not only to keep the lower half of your body upwards, but he was ready to devour you.

It was already hard on your to almost balance your weight on your shoulders and if it weren't for Taemin's grip around your form, you would have been rendered helpless, quivering, when his tongue descends into your pussy, twirling his tongue for a bit before attacking the main prize once more, back to your clit. You had been so overwhelmed that your bud was so sensitive to any type of friction and when Taemin decided to continuously flick at it with his tongue before giving it a quick suck, its like hot white flashes burned into your eyelids.

You wouldn't last long in this state, not that it mattered to your boyfriend, he was more than determined to let you orgasm in his mouth. "F-fu..ck, Taem... fuck.." you could only muster two words repeatedly as your legs almost clench around his head and suddenly you had enough strength to indeed balance your weight on your shoulders, arching your back and needlessly grabbing onto his dark locks.

In response, Taemin's efforts were doubled. "Cum for me". His words vibrated through as his hold went from around your body, to white knuckle death grip on your hips, making sure you couldn't escape even if you tried. And there you would finally grace his tongue with your orgasm as your legs twitched endlessly and a squeal finally breaks free from throat. He would diligently lap it all up, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

"Mm, such a good tasting girl" Taemin chuckles before finally letting your body drop to the bed, letting your catch your breath. "What do you think Amore? Should I finally fuck you again? Or should I make you watch me show you how amazing your body is?"

His questions piqued your curiosity, you obviously wanted nothing more than Taemin in you. You've been so needy for him that not even rummaging through your collection of sex-toys could please you, but because you took to long to respond, it was practically obvious you wanted to see what the second suggestion meant.

The devilish man, finally smiled, leaning down to give your forehead a quick peck before shuffling to the other edge of the bed, holding your hand and guiding you to sit with him on his side. He motions for you to stay where you are as he gets up to scoot the clothing rack, meant for robes/towels/clothing ready to be worn for the day, aside , revealing a wide full body length mirror.

Quizzically darting your eyes between your reflection and his, you were snapped out of your confusion when Taemin gently lifts your head by your chin with his finger, leaning down to capture your lips, softly moaning your name out.

"My love... my life...", he's doing it again. The low rumble in his voice, the voice only you hear in private. Desperation, desire all molded into a sweet tone as he kisses down your neck and out your shoulders. "My sunshine.... Y/N.. Amore", he continues on as he moves back to the bed, kneeling behind you as he pulls you just slightly back from the edge, enough so that you could lean back and rest on his chest.

Equally, Taemin's frame shrinks just slightly so he can bury his face on the crook of your neck, lavishly decorating it with kisses and little nips to stir a sound out of you. A hand reaches down between your legs, fingers tauntingly circling around your clit once more before a lone finger knocks at the entrance of your pussy, slightly pushing in.

That sensation alone was enough for your head to rock back against Taemin's shoulders, mewling slightly with your eyes closed, while his actions beforehand was weird (to you at the very least), all those questions and worries were out the window when a second finger joined the first, gently spreading your apart. It wasn't his dick, but by God was Taemin talented with his fingers. Being skilled in playing the piano only meant good things for you, naughty things for you. Taemin eagerly pumps his digits on and out of you before hooking them to look for a sweet spot. A spot that would knock out your senses before you knew it.

Once you let out a breathless gasp, he knew he had found that sweet spot and continuously massaged it, stimulating it, all the while you had not even noticed a third finger already in you, stretching your tight hole more than you could ever dream. The slick noises your pussy made drove Taemin insane. The fact you could feel him grind his hard-on on the small of your back, drove you insane. You feel the hard muscle twitch so hard behind you, it was practically slapping against your skin and the thought of it plowing in and out you, had you soaking.

It didn't take long but your legs were fully spread open, one leg raised up on the bed and the other still somewhat planted on the bed with your foot on the floor, on your tiptoes. You had become a whimpering mess only chanting your mantra of Taemin's name and God. You tried so hard not to clamp your legs shut because it could be game over if you tightened around his fingers, but something in your started stirring and the pressure built up once more.

Taemin uses his free hand to move your head to look at the mirror, whispering into your ear. "I want you to watch... I need you to see", and with that he shifted his weight, focus and energy on the hand that pleasure you. He pumped in and out of you one last time until his middle and ring finger were knuckle deep into you before hooking up and down in a crane like motion.

You finally mustered the energy and attention to look at the mirror. Oh. So this is what he wanted you to see, to make you see how much he knows your body, how much he coveted it.

"I want you to see how beautiful you are.. how much I burn for you", he callously whispered into your ear. "Look at yourself amore, look at us.."

Like he said, because he was sitting behind you, you couldn't see his face, but now you could see, how your mewls excited him, how when your lips part to sing his name, it caused him to bite his lips, and when your head would roll to the side, he would take a deep breath in, inhaling and absorbing your scent. There was something in his demeanour and actions, everything you did had an effect on him and oh boy his damn eyes. His damn eyes gave him away. He looked at you like you were his reason to live, he looks at you like he was the fucking luckiest man on earth because you chose him. Despite the ups and downs, he had you and to know that he could witness you like this, it was perfect.

While your head may be resting onto his chest, face slightly away, your eyes were still fixed on your reflection. There was something hot about it. To see yourself come undone, a whimpering broken mess on the merit of his fingers alone.

His arms and general hand was still, but you could feel his fingers manoeuvre wildly in your and suddenly those squelches became more audible. His spare hand roams around your torso, grabbing at whatever as he is in deep focus trying to achieve what you didn't know your body could do.

As the pace of his fingers intensify, so did your breathing. Suddenly it was ragged, quick paced like you had ran a marathon and the slight brush of his thumb against your clit, was the final catalyst that sent you to a different type of nirvana. The pressure you felt was not just another orgasm. You watched your reflection as Taemin had managed to make squirt, spraying onto the floor and mostly pooling in his hand. But he didn't stop there, he quickly pulled out his fingers out of you, quickly brushing his hand like a fan over your entire pussy and clit , making the spray more dispersed eliciting more than just a squeal, it was more like a guttural scream that had your whole body convulsing.

The moment had you collapsing onto the bed, narrowly avoiding Taemin, as you try to catch your breath, half rolling your torso around the bed. "Holy... good fuck..." you gasped out, suddenly your mouth felt dry and your throat felt drier. "Wha.. what the fuck amore" you let out a low chuckle, slightly bewildered that happened.

"Soon it won't just be my fingers that makes that happen" he giggles, reaching over to give your ass a little smack. "How about it Amore?", his body turns to face you slightly.

Your head whips to look up at him and his erection standing proud, you were so dazed that you didn't even expect your body to move on its own accord. Suddenly you were on your knees and elbows, on all fours, hunched over and eagerly placing Taemin in your mouth. Gratifying him his own moment of pleasure. After what you just experienced, this is the least you could do to thank him.

Once your lips had formed a seal, enough to make a pop when you pulled away, Taemin whined. It wasn't just you, him too, sensitive aching to feel bliss. For a moment the thought crossed both of you minds, you were only sucking him off to give your pussy a break, but none of you could complain. Well, Taemin would, but feeling the back of your throat with his dick sent him on whirl. He didn't even need to hold the back of your head to keep you down, you were so willing already to take as much of him in your mouth.

It took a lot of self-control not to grab your hair and push you down so hard that you couldn't breathe, but eventually Taemin buckles, his body arching forward as he braces himself on your back. The motion of your tongue swiping on the underside of his dick before puckering your cheeks in to create the sweet vacuum he would empty himself in.

Soft groans would only escape Taemin now as you head repeatedly bobs up and down his shaft, tantalizing the tip with your tongue, playfully placing kisses on his pelvis as you move to pump him with your hand. He straightens himself, head rolled back, slowly losing the ability to stay in control and you could only look up to see his chest rising and sinking rapidly each time your grip tightened just enough. The way his adam's apple with also bob on his neck as he struggles to speak. "N...no..."

"Do you want me to stop?" your voice steeped in panic.

Taemin shakes his head, chuckling in amusement.

"D-did I do something wrong?", now you sounded worried, shifting to sit up in the same kneeling position Taemin is in.

"Relax amore.. tonight was supposed to be all about you..." he whispered.

You yelped as he grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you towards him as he throws you down onto the bed, quickly positioning himself on top of you in a straddle. His hands navigate to search for yours before clasping and pinning them on either side of your head. You both giggle as you faux struggle against his grip, attempting to lean upwards to peck the corner of his lips.

"I'm serious.. Y/N, tonight is all about you, I'm here to make you feel pleasure.. love... joy... all the good things in the world, my amore" Taemin cooes as he looks down at you.

His eyes were so different again. There was glimmer in those chocolate pools that captivated you and the way he smiles at you made your heart skip a beat because gosh, his smile would be the solution to any shiity day possible. The way he would laugh, or pout when he is being a bratty boyfriend; the way he would nonchalantly do gentlemanly things without even you asking him to do it.

"Taem..you don't... you don't need to do all of that. I already know it.." you sighed as you managed to slip your hands away from Taemin's hold, finally allowing your arms to hook around his neck and pull him down. "You're such an idiot.. but I love you so much Amore" you giggled before pecking his lips.

Taemin smiled once more, deeming that one kiss was not enough, going for another one. Then another one. Followed by a third.. a fourth and essentially you two were back to making out again. Ravenously chasing each other lips, how your tongues would battle for dominance, or how you two would bite each other's lips as a way to communicate. A quick nip would be a 'please I need you', a long swipe of the teeth would be a 'show me how much you want me', but a long bite, followed by the pulling of the other lip was a 'i'm begging you'; and that is what would happen, round after round, your lips would nibble on Taemin's lower lip, hungrily moaning for more as your body begin to roll upwards against him.

Taemin shuffles once more, guiding your legs so he can kneel in between them, dotting hurried kisses up and down your body, letting out a soft growl as he pushes your legs back, allowing to align himself at your entrance, agonizingly dragging the tip of his cock up and down your slit, bumping against your clit from time to time, making you carelessly whimper in anticipation. "Should we pick up where we left off Amore?"

You could barely respond a 'yes', he didn't give you enough time to but the pleased and relieved moan you let out as you feel his dick slowly entering inside you, lets him know, it was time. He buck his hip, gently adding more force behind his thrust to gauge how sensitive you are. But as you were so relaxed and lost in the pleasure of being filled, he picked up the pace.

The two of you get so high of the primal way Taemin fucked you, like his life depended on it. The way your walls clenched around him in a periodic rhythm in time to his thrusts drove Taemin to moan your name. You like it when he does. He gets so whimpery and cute. He wouldn't be like this if he used other 'terms' of endearment, but by god, he just fucked you the same way.

Soon your hips were rolling to meet every thrust, almost pushing him in deep inside you again and it made you see stars. Your eyes would roll back, the same way your back would arch off the bed, feeling overwhelmed as Taemin would slow his thrusts, pulling out fully before slamming in again, in one quick motion. When it felt like his thrusts were causing you to slightly shift away from him, he would grab your wrists the laid on your side, keeping you still, in place as the slow deep thrusts cause you mind to go blank.

You couldn't tell, but you were barely keeping it together. The strings of nonsense you manage to let out from your lips was inane babble to Taemin's ears. You didn't want him to fuck you like this. You needed him to be closer, on top of you, so you could whisper sweet nothings into his ear. To tell him to go slow, to feel every inch of each other.

When Taemin tried to pull out for another big thrust, that's when you leaped into action, immediately sitting up, only to hook a hand around his neck, and pulling him down with you again, staring into his eyes. "I need you close... to... me" you panted.

The man smirked slightly, supporting himself on his elbows, whilst his hands were busy playing with your hair, pulling strands of your face, that way he could study the small expressions that decorated your visage whenever he thrusted. When it was a quick one, your eyes would shoot open, lips slightly parted and inaudible scream would leave you. When it was slow and deep, your lids would be half hooded, lips reddened from how hard you were biting it and delightful moan was soft and music to his ears.

Your body would only continue to squirm and writhe in pleasure as Taemin moves his hand to cup and your breasts, gently pinching your nipple before slowly and softly dragging his nails down the side of your body, reaching to pin his hand between your ass and the mattress. Every time his thrust had you lifted off the bed, he would slap your ass gently causing an excited giggle out of you. "Oh it sounds like some wants their ass red.."

Another giggle as you nod you head, looking up at Taemin with doe like eyes and feigning innocent face, which drove him wild. How could his sweet love pull such an angelic air around her while agreeing to having her ass slapped about. It was a good tactic to get what you want and you want nothing more than to feel like you could lose you senses as Taemin pounded into you.

Taemin raises himself enough so he could bring your legs together again and in one motion, flipping you around so you were on your stomach. Not needing to be told what to do, you tried to keep yourself as flat to the bed as possible, except for the slight bed in your back to perk your ass up in the air, wiggling slightly to taunt Taemin.

The man could only smirk, testing your tolerance by giving a gentle slap and listening to your pleased mewl. He places himself behind you, slapping each cheek with his dick before spreading you apart once more. Taemin wasn't stupid, he knew why you liked this position. Not only can you have the satisfaction of your cheeks being marked, but with your legs closed tight and in this bent form, you were impeccably tight. Tight enough that Taemin would have second thought fucking you in this position because it almost felt like he was breaking your walls down.

A slow hiss ripped through Taemin's teeth as he insert himself, groaning profanities. It felt tighter than it did, when you two started earlier on and at this point, he might not last much longer. Like instinct, Taemin's hands placed themselves just on the base of your spine, holding you down as he proceeds to move his hips, causing your to moan wantonly into the matress. It was erratic and aimless, you didn't know what to feel, but the pressure of being held down and being fucked in angles and depth that you didn't know could happen, your body was almost begging to release.

In your position, you swing your arms to stretch in front of you, grabbing hold on the blanket and gripping at it whenever Taemin used his weight to pile drive into your aching core. The groans and mewls and fully turned into a fully vocal and resonant cries of pleasure. Taemin had a kink for your sinful moans and you will scream the house down for both of your pleasure because you are starting to become overwhelmed.

As your head tries to turn to look back at Taemin, you catch yourself, your reflection in the mirror. Ass perked up in the air with your own personal god, fucking you like the world was about to end. Watching Taemin's reflection as he drops his all into his thrusts made you wetter than possible, Is that how we look like.. Is that how slutty I look? Fuck.. look at him, he looks so good fucking me like this. You were so enchanted by the view, you didn't even realize Taemin was looking at you through the reflection.

"Don't we look good amore?" he groans with a quick thrust. "I told you, see how beautiful you look like this" Another thrust.

It's not like you haven't watched porn, nor have sent countless of masturbation videos to each other before, but there was something deeply erotic and sensual about how Taemin's movement would have a ripple effect on you and the sight of his face as it contorts in pleasure, how his soft lips would part to moan your name before cursing under his breath.

Shyly hiding your face behind your stretched out arm as you continue to look in the mirror. "Amore.. I want to see you cum in me..", you hummed before crossing your legs and bending your knee to raise them up, essentially keeping Taemin pinned close to you.

"But first..", he slaps you ass as he feel the heel of your foot bump against his backside. "It's time for you to scream my name again".

Taemin adjusts his knelt position, and now focusing on pumping his dick in and out of you. He kept on hand applying pressure on your lower back to hold you down while the spare hand took turns in slapping each cheek, or carelessly drawing lines down your back with his nails.

It suddenly got too much as the thrusts became shallow but effectively rubbing against you sweet spot, making you cry out his name. "Oh fuck... amore... Taemin.. please". The more louder you got the more wilder the thrusts were and this time, Taemin's hands were at your hips practically slamming you onto him, each time causing you to shudder uncontrollably. "F-fuck.. fuck.. fuck.." you drawled out as the eruption of your orgasm is finally about to hit like a double deck bus.

Overwhelmed, slightly broken, the culmination of multiple orgasms back to back did lay bearing on the intensity this orgasm brought. Whilst the hight pitch scream of you lover's name filled the room, it hits you again, the sound of the loud squelching and slight spray that dared to slip Taemin' out of you. What's worse is you had your eyes open and you could see it in your reflection how intense that was for you. Warm waves of euphoria washes over you and Taemin could see it in your eyes that slight moment where daze hits and you felt that post-orgasm numbness fog your brain in an instant.

"Told you, you'd do it again...and not by my fingers this time. You did so well amore" Taemin's words of affirmation brought you comfort, although you weren't sure it was processing in your head fully.

However despite how tingling your body is, how your legs quivered as your orgasm basically washed over Taemin. Your walls pulsated, tightening further around him and it was enough to tip him over the edge.

You would continue to watch Taemin essentially lose himself, a mixture of focus and tiredness encompass his face. His eyes hooded and clouded with ecstasy. His rapid breathing mixed with the frustrated grunts, he was all too close to getting to the same state as you.

Taemin's head would throw back again, groaning nothing but your name as he would have exploded out of you mid thrust if it weren't for your legs pinning him closer to you. You used the last of your strength to keep him in places as he empties himself in you. "F-fuck. Y/N-ah", he groans as his body keels over, his now sweat ridden forehead resting on your back.

There was a moment of silence that felt like eternity as both of you catch your breath together and Taemin finally pulls away, resting against the headboard and smiling at the sight that graced him.

"Stay still amore", he finally breaks the quietness before getting up.

He slowly guides and manouvers your body around, still bent over but now you were back at the edge of the bed, but with your back turned against the mirror. Taemin sat beside you and gently patted your ass. "Do you want to see how creamy you are amore?" he teased.

With a puzzled look, you attempt to twist your torso, so you can half turn to see what Taemin meant. And creamy you did. The imagine of you slightly spreading yourself to see the final mixture of both Taemin and yours, pool slightly out of your entrance, dripping onto the bed.

"I will never get sick of seeing you filled up.." Taemin giggled, talking to you through your reflection. He beamed up once more as he took the opportunity to let you see him lean over and naughtily nip at your cheek, slapping it once you let out a pained moan.

You laugh as you push Taemin down on the bed, scooting over to straddle him, quickling teasing him by pinching his cheeks and trying to tickle his sides. "If you keep on filling me up mister.... we'll end up having a responsibility nine months later.." you huffed slightly.

"Then maybe..." Taemin's devilish grin pops before, using his hands on your waist and pulling you upwards closer that you end up sitting on his chest. He looks down to see the trail of your orgasms line his torso. He tentatively licks his lips before gently biting his lower one.

"You idiot.. eating me out now, is not going to 100% stop a pregnancy.." you laughed, slightly flicking his forehead before dismounting him. You grabbed one of the blankets and wiped Taemin's chest free from your debaucherous sins, before throwing it aside and settling in beside him.

"Hey Y/N-ah... "

"Mm?"

"I love you..."

"I love you too."

"Next time, tell me when you are having your lows so I can catch you and make you feel safe... " he mumbles softly, turning to face you as his arm drapes over your body for a hug.

You pursed your lips before smirking at him, getting the weird feeling of being annoyed because he is being so damn cute and aggression is kicking in. Your hand reaches up to aggressively pinch his cheeks.

"You are such a cheese. A baby cheese. My cheese", you sigh contentedly.

"Yes. Your baby cheese" he chuckles before lowering his frame so he could nuzzle against you, resting his head on your chest as you begin to hum and play with his hair.

"By the way.. can you lie for me and tell the rest of the members I'm sick? It's not much, but lets have that date.. at home tomorrow...or well.. when we wake up.." Taemin mumbles half realizing the time.

"Won't you get in trouble?"

"It's okay. You're worth it..." he slowly drifts off followed by the soft sounds of his snores.

"Okay, Amore... tomorrow, it will be a day just for us.. "

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