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honey-lemonz · 3 years

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Includes: dumbification, master kink if you see it rough sex, degradation, barley a praise kink, female form Muzan, squirt, getting eaten out over stimulation

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Muzan didn't ever think he would dub down this far. He would every single day, change his form to his more feminine body and go flirt with a demon archer.

The demon knew it was Muzan the progenitor and knew if he did something wrong he would die but...

Muzan had an obsession.

He overly loved the feeling of climax in a female form, it was so different than a males.

You could say he was a virgin with this meaning he was inexperienced but God's did he fucking love to finger himself.

He just wished a certain archer would make him feel the climax himself. Muzan couldn't lie, he was a strong demon, very useful as well, very strong too. Good enough to be a spot for the twelve kizuki. Not a lower moon of course most likely and upper rank.

But for some odd reason he didn't want him as a servant.

He wanted him as a lover. And he knew love needed to be two sided otherwise it wouldn't work.

So how do you make a lust full demon king make another demon who is a devoted archer and is devoted to his sport and possibly not interested in him or fears him?

Gifts and buy lots of them, bribing.

Muzan wore his most fancy kimono and tied his hair into his bun and made Daki put the pins in. He wore a signature floral style which is famous muromachi period which it the century the archer if from.

He put on a red lip and was out the infinity fortress and walked to the archery park filled with cherry blossoms and bamboo gates. No human knew of the hidden places.

Muzan glared at the other demons to open the gate and strolled on in, he felt like a school girl who had a crush on her upper class men. Except he is older and stronger.

The archer was practicing with their bow and was in total focus. He could sense Muzan and smiled vividly that his lord could see him.

"Hello, Muzan-sama. How are you tonight under this moon." His voice made the king's pussy clench on nothing. He bit his lip and walked closer. A pale and touched the grey-ish skin of the archer. Veins throbbing on muscle.

Muzan traced them and hummed, his voice not menacing but suggestive.

"I am well, my archer..My search for the blue spider lilly is going unsuccessful but I grant time will tell. Now, how is my dear, archer. Have any whores here?"

Muzan is a jealous and petty thing. He knew the archer can have whores here and there. Daki has spoken about it. She even said his physical domination is almost more tempting and frightful than Kokushibou. (sexy ass man koku)

The archer inhaled before letting the string of the bow go. "What of it my lord?" Normally Muzan would be angered of the question but he, he made it sound like a challenge.

"Well, I came here to see my beloved and most favorite archer...I didn't come to see if he is fucking another whore. I thought warriors like you were supposed to be poised."

The archer's fist clenched, snapping the bow in half. Muzan let out almost a moan at the sight of his strength.

"Yes my lord. I am poised, who ever told you of these lies must want to anger you. I haven't had a woman nor man at my side since the Sengoku."(making the archer older than Koku)

Muzan gazed at his split eyes, cat like with the gold color shining through. He wasn't lying, so either Daki was or whoever told Daki lied. Either way Muzan will deal with it later.

"So, my archer if to say you did have a whore what would she be? What would she looked like? Would she be rich? Poor?"

Muzan stepped behind him and pressed his womanly breast against his stern and muscular back. A thing kimono separated the skin to skin contact. The archer prepared his stance again. He inhaled and held the strong and tight bow. He pulled his back to his cheek.

"She, or he would have to learn how to speak of what they want." Muzan hummed and wrapped his hands around his waist from behind. Moving his hands up and down slowly, taunting him. His nails circling around his peck and the faint lines of his abdomen.

"What about her mouth? Should she speak like a whore or more of a queen? Or do you want to shut her up yourself..."

Muzan's hand dipped down to the hakama pants, the white fabric holding and slowly untying them. "Or do you want her to do all the work, my archer.."

His other hand curled around the arm that was holding the arrow. Holding onto his bicep. Leaning up to whisper into his ear.

"Tell me my archer..what kind of whore do you want me to be for you?"

(M/n) sighed and rested his arms and set the bow down. He sighed and let his head fall down to look at the ground. The sweat off his body made it shine slightly underneath the moon light. he looked so delicious, it made Muzan restless.

He wished he could see him during the sun or wake up beside him and just let him fuck the shit out of him or eat him out.

"Muzan-sama." The king in question hummed and smiled devilishly at his favored archer. "Yes (M/n)?" he answer as his long blue nail was tracing the outline of his cock.

"One thing."

He hummed again, he could read his mind and knew what he was going to say and it made him drip with slick.

"Whores that ask to many questions are just begging to be fucked." He dropped the bow and turned around the see Muzan. He smiled and blushed.

Muzan lifted his arms making him carry him. He didn't want to be in control he just wanted him to fuck him deep into the ground. His pussy was aching it.

Muzan was laying in his shoulder. If any demon saw him, they'd be killed.

They walked into the large estate, the house had been a gift from Muzan. He was so happy he decided to kill of the family here and give it to him.

He dropped Muzan on the engawa and stripped himself of his thin kimono but not the hakama pants. His chest that housed that baritone voice, a voice he wanted to her moan his name and name alone made the demon lord almost finger himself then.

"But since my king is here I believe it is best to pleasure him first than myself." He got onto his knees and stomach and rested on the wooden flooring. The white curtains only showed their shadows but neither cared.

He pushed the layers of cloth out of the way only to see no underwear or anything. A bare pink pussy dripping with cum.

"My lords pussy is dripping..did he plan for this? To be eaten out like a slut? How disgusting you pig." He breath fanned his clit. The anticipation was harsh but the impact was so enjoyus.

"Yes, I am your little slut, now please my archer eat me out like one." Muzan's head tilted back and spread his legs wider, his clit twitch waiting for the intense sensitivity to send it over and beyond.

"Yes, my master." His cool tongue circled his clit and spread his labia. Muzan moaned loudly and gripped the archers head. His attention to certain spots was so endearing and so careful.

"More, please! More my archer!"

His tongue dipped into his tight entrance and pushed deeper and deeper. His pointer and middle finger entrap his clit. His thumb circles it roughly. Muzan felt the blood from his teeth digging into his lips dip down onto the floral patterned kimono.

"Fu-fuck. More! Please my archer give me more!" He was arching his back and pushing his head deeper. (M/n) removed his tongue, Muzan missing the contact was about to yell at him to continue but his three fingers replaced the rage with more pleasure.

He moved his hand in and out at inhuman speed. He reached up to lick away the blood from his lords lips and bite them. His thumb moved harsher and harder. Wet and sloppy sounds filled the air.

All coming from the demon lord.

His hands gripped the arches forearm and dug into it, drawing blood with his nails. He was whining and moaning. The pressure built more and more. More lewd and rude comments were whispered into his ear.

"Who knew the demon king wanted to get fucked like a whore..so fucking wet for an archer. Was it your plan to have a good fuck? To act like a such a slut and pig. Your dripping all on my hand."

With the words Muzan's pussy gushed. He had never felt so disgusting but it felt so good to feel like a sloppy whore.

He panted and clenched on his hand. But then Muzan felt another finger being added. (fisting) The pressure came back and made the demon lord fall back out of over stimulation. Begging and begging for more. His own hand playing with his clit and slapping it too.

His kimono was drenched by the second orgasm, he squirted father this time and more. The engawa was soaking with his delicious fluids. The blood on his lips were lapped away. (M/n) pulled his hand away and liked his digits clean of the others juices.

"So tasty my lord, you did such a good just squirting like a whore."He stood up and lifted his fucked out demon king to farther into the estate.

He rested Muzan on the futon. He stripped himself and then Muzan. His breast were round and plump, his nipples hard.

Kissing and biting them, also playing with his clit made him scream at over stimulation again.

"Pl-please, my archer..fuck me..fuck me until I cannot think.." He begged, his lipstick smudge covering his cheek, hair a mess and his bun not as perfect. The decorations were falling out. This obsession he had was growing and growing because of his dear archer.

"Yes my whore lord."

He untied the sash of the hakama and revealed his thick and long cock. Muzan felt like he was going to fucking squirt again.He pulled (M/n) down to kiss him and to force him and let their body's run against each other. His cock rubbing against his clit made him arch his back.

"Please, my archer just fuck me!"

The archer pushed no slammed himself into Muzan. Letting the demon lord get a taste of what he wanted.

But he pulled out and flipped the demon on his hands and knees. He pushed back in and growled as he clenched tightly around him. His chest pushing into Muzan's. Fucking like a wild animal.

His cock pushed pass his G-spot and made the demon lord cry out about how he is going to cum again. His mind as he fucked him wandered off. Just blank and white all he felt was his pussy gushing and squirting. His arousal dripping down his legs and (M/n)'s cock and balls.

He was drooling and crying, not even having proper speech. When the archer pulled out and showered his back and ass with cum, growling and grunting.

Muzan felt his whole body just become sore. He was the strongest demon but got fucked like the weakest.

"T-this i...is..w-whhy yo-your myy favorite..m-my archer..."

The archer chuckled and wiped the cum off Muzan and the liquids off himself. He waled away to grab a kimono for the demon king.

"You'll ma-make a great King.."

The demon king relished in the feeling of being pampered. He liked how much attention he was getting and how much care was put into it. He smiled as he was place into the warm pool of water and treated perfectly.

By the time the sun rose, the archer and him retired to their sleeping quarters and sleep in the large western style bed. Muzan cuddled close to (M/n). While he was a sleep, which proved he was a hard worker. Demons don't sleep unless anything they do is put with 100%.

Muzan pushed him nail into his temple and pumped his blood into him. The archer growled in pain but kept his eyes closed. Muzan's curse was still in affect but it would not be death just a sting.

"Yes, you would make a great King, my favorite archer.."

He fell a sleep too. His new demon king was going to be perfect, he knew it.

That is why he was the favorite, he made his obsession grow day by day.

He was truly satisfied.

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themoonandotherslikeit · 3 years

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Painted - Chapter One

“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.” - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Y/N has moved on, her scars are barely noticeable anymore, and she’s finally stable. Or at least she was.

10 years after the worst day of her life, Y/N found herself staring face to face with an unimaginable horror. In the wake of her worst nightmare come to life, she finds herself reunited with the man that saved her all those years ago - Agent Dean Winchester who had left her a decade before broken and wanting.

Dean Winchester has spent the last 10 years trying desperately to forget Y/N and the tragedy that he pulled her out of, but when she called asking for his help he dropped everything to come to her aid as he knew he always would.

Can Y/N and Dean solve the mystery that has resurfaced after all this time? Will they be able to resist the pull between them? Or will this be the final brush strokes on a canvas, sealing their fate for good?

No Beta currently, all mistakes are my own!

Pairing: Dean/Reader

Tags: Dark!Fic, Agent!Dean, Serial Killer Fic, Smut etc.

Chapter One

Everything has a color. To Y/N, violence was red. She pulled back her arm, her fist colliding with the heft of her punching bag with a soft thud . One, two, kick. She liked training alone, it centered her, cleared her mind. She didn’t have to worry about pulling her punches, avoiding the knees when she kicked. The biggest danger was the skin on her knuckles, which were expertly wrapped.

It all started as self defense, a way to ease her mind as she walked back to her Jeep on the dark nights, but it had evolved to something else altogether. She didn’t fight because she was afraid, she fought because she was pissed . She was pissed that she had to learn to defend herself; that other women did. She taught classes so that her community would be safe, so that they’d find less women abandoned in ditches beaten to death.

But when she was alone, it was something else completely. The why of the thing was a mystery most of the time, even to her. People used to ask her if she was afraid she would see him again. She wasn't, not really. But she kept fighting anyway, and she would be lying if his face wasn’t the one she pictured every time her fist collided with the bag.

The beat of her music throbbed in her ears like an angry heartbeat as she went for an uppercut that rattled the bag. She was panting, sweat rolling down her temple. Each hit was a beat of her heart, causing the bag to come alive. With each swing she made, it swung back at her. She was strong, and she wasn’t holding back. One, two, kick.

Her watch chimed to alert her that she hit her workout goal for the day, but she had more fire within her that needed to be extinguished. It was a long workout, even for her, but she had a lot on her mind. If she was thinking about the ache of her knuckles and burning in her biceps, she was less likely to obsess over the things she couldn’t control. So she hit the bag again and again.

The sun was starting to speckle through the blinds on the storefront window, making the sweat on her arms glisten like diamonds. She considered, just for a moment, how the coast would look against the purples and oranges of the sunrise. She could have a coffee and just enjoy the silence. Or she could keep fighting. That answer was easy. She didn’t have time to appreciate the beauty in life. She hadn’t for a long time. All of the colors had lost their brightness, the depth that he used to talk about so frequently. The thing that kept him mixing until it was just right.

She hadn’t thought of him in so long, so when the thought came to her, she didn’t react fast enough to the bag swinging back toward her from her last hit. It collided directly with her face, sending her backwards onto the mat. A loud, painful crack echoed through her skull as her nose collided with the bag. She laid there for a moment, groaning. She tried to sit up, her nose throbbing and her mouth filling with blood from the hit. “Fuck me,” she whispered to no one in particular.

Trauma was black. According to her therapist, there were different types of trauma. Y/N learned that they all could be sorted into one of three main categories: acute trauma that results from a single incident, chronic trauma that is repeated and prolonged such as domestic violence or abuse, and complex trauma which is exposure to varied and multiple traumatic events, often of an invasive, interpersonal nature. More so, there was capital T trauma and what she called little t trauma . Capital T was the big stuff, the stuff that wrecks a person in an irreparable way. Little t was less so. It is possible for a traumatized person to get over a little t trauma.

In Y/N’s life she’d seen her fair share of trauma. Probably more than a thirty-three year old woman should’ve. She’d seen trauma happen to others, happen to herself, and continue to happen in case after case that she worked. She saw trauma that others didn’t. The kind of trauma that couldn’t be seen from the outside. The kind of trauma that a person inflicts upon themselves.

She was always told that trauma healed over time, like a bruise, but for her, trauma was a cut that kept reopening. It was a scab that she couldn’t stop picking at, a bruise that seemed to deepen to a darker purple before it ever yellowed. Her eyes stung from the hit, and she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

The only way she knew how to heal was to move on, leave the trauma behind. Her therapist told her to imagine herself placing the memories in a box and locking them away. Sometimes, when she was alone, she could hear that box screaming, banging, and begging to be opened. She resisted the urge, especially today.

She forced herself to stand, her head spinning. She leaned against the wall to regain her balance before she walked out to her car, her head tilted back. She could feel the blood roll down the back of her throat since it was unable to escape her nostril. She’d be pissed if she broke her nose, but, from what she could tell, it seemed intact even though it hurt like a bitch.

Her headphones were askew, but still playing her workout mix. She adjusted them and spit some blood from her mouth. She wouldn’t be thwarted by a fall; no, she wouldn’t be taken down so easily. If she fell in the gym and no one was there to witness her humiliation, did she even fall? The answer to that depended on if anyone would notice her bruised nose after the fact. If they didn’t, as far as she was concerned, she had a perfect refreshing work out with no issues whatsoever. Maybe with enough makeup her secret would remain her own.

10 years earlier

The sound of his paintbrush swiping delicately against canvas was soothing to Y/N. She sat on the edge of the bed, atop black satin sheets, resting on her hands, her back arched and her legs spread just right. Her long strawberry hair fell down her shoulders in loose waves onto the sheets.

“Just like that,” Lucifer murmured, a blonde wave falling into his eye. He was focused, his tongue partially out of his mouth, his eyebrows knitted together. She wasn’t able to see the painting from her vantage point, but she knew what it was. It was always the same. I just can’t get you right, he’d complain, his voice laced with pain and disdain. She thought he made her more beautiful than she ever could be on her own.

When she’d met him, he was so focused on his art. He would eat, sleep, and drink his paintings. His clothing was speckled with oil colors, his fingers calloused from gripping paint brushes for hours on end. She found him sexy and mysterious. She was dying to know the man behind such beautiful pieces of art.

It didn’t take long for his obsession to shift from his art directly to her. He doted on her endlessly, showering her in flowers, candy, candlelight dinners. They made love constantly. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“Let me paint you, Y/N,” he’d purr between her legs. “I just want to paint you.” It took her weeks to say yes. She’d always brush him off, blushing and insecure. “You’re exquisite. Please let me paint you.”

She struggled to deny Lucifer’s requests when he asked as his breath tickled the inside of her thigh. It was hard to deny him of anything , if she was being honest. The first time she said yes, he arrived in her bedroom and asked her to drop the floral robe she was wearing. He’d seen her naked dozens of times, but she was still nervous, vulnerable, staring at him. She brought him a bag, insisting that he look inside before she disrobed.

He stared at the bag, confused.

“They’re body paints,” she explained. “I thought you wanted to paint me.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. They made love on the apartment floor, painting designs on each other's skin until she was swollen and wanting, gasping his name into the night.

When she woke up in the early hours of the morning, she found him painting her image onto a canvas laying splayed out, covered in swirls of sex and paint. “Don’t move,” he instructed calmly. She wanted to be angry, but she still felt drunk from being ravished, and his eyes examining her were sensual and slow. She watched his wrist spin and curl, and a chill ran up her spine.

“Lucifer, how much longer? ”

“You’re just so beautiful, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“No,” she murmured, and his eyebrows knitted together.

“We will fix that,” he promised. “You will always be this beautiful.” He was talking to her, she logically knew that, but from her vantage point she could’ve sworn he was speaking to the canvas.

Present

Y/N entered the code to unlock the front gate to her property, leaning half out her car window. Thankfully, her bleeding had stopped, but her upper lip and chin were still crusty with blood. She looked like a mess, if she was being honest, but the only one there to judge her was her chocolate brown pit bull, Castiel, and Y/N figured that Cas wouldn’t care much either way.

The iron gate opened with a groan, sliding to her right. She slid back into her seat and shifted out of park to pull forward down the driveway toward her house. It was modest, nothing too big or magnificent. The outside was grey brick, a two story home with a large green yard and a pool in the back. As she pulled up, she could already see Castiel’s nose pressed against the window, her head through the thick curtains. Y/N smiled, her heart warming at the sight. She wiggled her fingers at Castiel in a small wave.

Castiel greeted her at the door, his tail wagging excitedly. She knelt down to pet his chin only to be met with deep blue eyes and a pink tongue. “I know, buddy. I need to shower somethin’ fierce.”

She kissed his nose and murmured. “I’m good. We’re good.” Half the time she wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince. She locked the front door behind her and kicked off her shoes. Her arms ached and her heartbeat was still residing in her sinus from her fall. She let her hair out of the tie that kept it up in a high ponytail, letting it fall down her back. Her head was sore from her hair being up for hours. She massaged her scalp with a wince. Everything hurt and she couldn’t wait to wash her problems down the drain and start fresh.

Her work out clothes were discarded on the bathroom floor, the sound of running water and the steam accumulating in the air were already starting to soothe her. She took a deep breath in through her nose with a wince before stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind her.

Y/N faced the water, letting the heat roll down her skin. The water ran brown from sweat and blood. She braced her hands on the walls of the shower to keep herself steady. She closed her eyes, letting the baptism wash her worries away. Time has a way of wrecking a person, she knew that much. It gave a false sense of security, a sense of growth and change. She spent so much time trying to put her past behind her, locked away inside of a box.

She opened her eyes and looked at the half sleeves covering her wrists and forearms. The flowers and vines twisting around her arms, climbing, and growing out of thick, pink scars - creating something beautiful out of tragedy. She had hoped, when she got them, that they would help her heal and forget. She could laugh now at that naive girl who thought anything would let her forget. Time heals wounds, yes, but the greatest ones still ached in the cold and the rain.

Suds from soap and shampoo swirled down the drain, and she reached down to turn off the water. She wrapped her hair in a towel and slipped into her robe. She could hear Castiel whine outside of the bathroom door, unusually unhappy with not being able to see her. “You’re good, Cas,” she called out, wiping the fog from the mirror. She examined her nose. It was a little swollen and already beginning to bruise. She cursed to herself and just hoped that it’d be dull enough that her painted foundation would cover it. The last thing she needed was to worry those around her.

Castiel scratched at the door again, and she opened it, her dog circling her legs impatiently. “What is your deal?” Y/N reached down and scratched behind her ear, eliciting licks from Castiel.

Towel drying her hair, she stepped out of the bathroom and rounded the corner. Her eyes were heavy, and her head pounded from the hit. She needed coffee, bad . As she turned the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks, her towel falling from her hand. Castiel whined insistently, nudging Y/N’s leg with his nose. She stared face to face with something so familiar that it made her gut tighten, acid crawling up her throat.

A painting hung at her eye level in the hallway near the bathroom. Fine brush strokes of pale peach skin, strawberry twists of hair splayed out on black satin sheets, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and freckled legs spread out, exposing a delicate pink vagina tucked between them.

Y/N stared at herself. Her eyes closed, her swollen mouth, her pink cheeks on a face and head that belonged to her. Her freckled neck blended downwards onto heavy breasts with dark nipples and a mole under the right that she’d never seen before.

Her knees were weak, and she stumbled back, bumping into Castiel and tumbling backwards. She fell, hitting her tailbone on the wood floors with a hard smack . Tears burned in her eyes, from pain or fear she wasn’t sure. Castiel came to her, licking her cheek in concern.

Anxiety crept into her chest, pressing down heavily. She gasped for breath and clamped her eyes shut. She pictured the box inside of her mind, thrashing and pulsing with anger, begging to be opened. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she forced herself to stand on shaking legs. She made her way to her bedroom and quickly spun the code on her safe, pulling her gun from it. She clicked the safety off and held it in front of her.

With each room that she checked she only found an emptiness that overtook her home with a heaviness that seemed to engulf her completely. Nothing seemed strange or out of place other than the large depiction of her naked body that hung on her wall.

She kept her gun positioned outward and pulled out her cellphone, dialing the number that she could never forget. All she could hope for was an answer, and as a ring met her ear she let out a sigh of relief. It had been so long, she had expected a disconnected tone. She pressed the phone closer to her ear as she heard his voice.

“Y/N?”

“He’s back.”

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Chapter Two

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“Why would you have the condoms clear across the room from the bed?”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 2.7K

a/n: hi, lovelies!! So Yoon and Kid are still very much smitten and are very much uh.. in need of each other. So enjoy this soft first time drabble. This takes place a few days after their date in “If I came and picked you up right now, would you like to go somewhere with me?” Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! :))

YOU loved your apartment. It was cozy, tidy, homey, and now, it had the man of your affections placed comfortably on your sofa. Having him around was something you could get used to.

“No, you cannot see baby photos of me,” you refused through a smile sitting on the opposite side of the couch, both of you facing each other.

“Aw, come on, I bet you were the cutest,” he grinned back. He had sent you a photo of him as a little boy earlier that day and had been insisting since that “it’s only fair I get to see you as a baby too.”

“You set the bar too high,” you told him. “I can’t compete with the adorableness that is four-year-old Min Yoongi.”

“Well that’s crazy and it can’t be determined by you, we need two judges.” You playfully glared, shaking your head before taking a sip of your gin and tonic, which was a whole other topic for bickering earlier in the night.

“I mean, I have gin and tonic water,” you had told him when he first arrived.

“Gin and tonic? That’s your go-to drink?” Yoongi questioned with a smirk.

“What’s wrong with that? Add a little lime and voila, delicious,” you told him, grabbing the tonic water and lime from the fridge.

“No, nothing’s wrong with that,” he started, pouting his lips as you set the tonic water and lime onto the counter, popping a hip out as you waited for him to continue. “Just a little surprised you have the audacity to call me a grandpa when your favorite drink is a gin and tonic,” he teased, his lips curving up into his adorable gummy grin, you gasping in offense.

“Why is a gin and tonic a grandpa drink?” You asked in offense, though you were fighting off a smile.

“Well for starters, my grandpa drinks them,” he told you with a small chuckle, you rolling your eyes as you let out a giggle of your own.

“I guess we’re both little old men trapped inside the bodies of a couple youngins then,” you joked, Yoongi letting out a full laugh at the comment.

“Soulmates,” he told you, your heart racing at the comment, even if it was spoken in jest.

“You’re not seeing my baby photos,” you insisted. “That’s like skipping three whole relationship steps.” As soon as the words left your lips you wanted to take them back. Yoongi’s eyes widened, and you realized you and he had never ever called your union a relationship.

Yoongi took a drink of his gin, minus the tonic, as you took another swallow of your drink, waiting for the slightly awkward moment to pass.

“What relationship steps?” He suddenly asked, a smirk on his lips once again.

You licked your lips, averting your eyes across the room. “Just steps,” you said lamely, Yoongi letting out a breathy laugh.

“Well, if you don’t want to show me, that’s fine, I guess. I just thought it would be kind of cool to see what kids looked like back in the 1950s when you were growing up, Gramps,” he joked, you nudging him with your foot across the couch, his shoulders shaking in laughter.

Standing up from the sofa, you set your drink down on the coffee table before taking a few steps away from the furniture the man was still seated on it, his eyes following you. Turning around, you met his curious gaze. “Come on,” you nodded your head toward your bedroom. “My baby photos are in there.”

He was up in an instant, setting his own drink down as he followed you through the apartment to get to your room. This was the first time he had been inside your bedroom, though you had a feeling it would be far from the last. Maybe eventually he’ll even have his own drawer.

You walked across the room toward a shelf of books as Yoongi looked around the room, taking in his surroundings that all felt so you.

Grabbing a photo album off the shelf, you held it up to him. “I put this together when I was around twelve,” you grinned. “I even wrote captions.”

Yoongi smiled widely, flashing you that gummy adorableness again as he quickly made his way to you. He stood a bit behind you, his chest pressed to your arm as he looked over his shoulder at the book, you slowly opening it to the words, “My Family Album” with doodles of flowers, hearts, stars, and suns all around it.

Yoongi’s smile stayed plastered to his face as you turned the page, the first set of photos revealed. The first two photos were of you as a little girl, probably around the age of four. In one, you were “Helping paint the house!” as the caption stated, and in the other, you were posing proudly in some blue pants that nicely matched the floral top you sported, with a matching headband of course.

“Looking good!” Yoongi read the caption aloud before bursting into laughter at the very early 2000s photo.

“Shut up,” you whined through your own laughter. “I bet I was so proud of this look.”

“Rightfully so,” he chuckled. “You’re adorable.”

“You’re as in, you are?” You asked. “Present tense.”

“Of course, present tense, Kid,” he said easily, stealing your air for a moment as he reached over and flipped the page to see the next photos. However, as he smiled at the memories pasted in the book, your eyes were on his, admiring his features yet again.

“You’re distracting me,” he told you with a smirk, feeling your gaze on him, his eyes slowly moving from the book to you. “So obsessed.”

“And what about it?” You quipped, Yoongi’s smirk slowly dissolving as he licked his bottom lip, a scoff slipping out. You both inspected each other’s faces, your eyes traveling from one feature to the next until yours lingered on his lips, his on your gaze.

He leaned toward you, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, and when he tried to pull away, you brought a hand to the side of his face, encouraging him to stay there as you deepened it. Yoongi easily wrapped an arm around the base of your back, his fingers curling around your hip as you dropped the photo album onto the desk in front of you and turned in his hold so you were facing him. You brought your hands to his neck as he moved his free hand to your side, gripping your flesh overtop the t-shirt you wore.

It didn’t take long for things to progress, Yoongi’s fingers greedily feeling the warm skin of your abdomen and waist underneath the clothing, one of your hands digging into the hair at the nape of his neck, the other hand flat against his collarbones.

Yoongi walked backward to the bed, you following along eagerly, and when his legs hit the mattress, he sat down, looking up at you with swollen lips. His hands found the waist of your lounge shorts, digging his fingers underneath the band as his eyes flicked up to meet yours, silently asking for the go ahead. You nodded, and he wasted no time in pulling the shorts off your hips and down your legs, his eyes taking in the sight of your upper thighs exposed to him, your shirt just long enough to cover the bottom of your panties.

He gripped the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he looked up at you again to see you staring at him intently. He smirked as he gently pushed your shirt up your abdomen, eyes never leaving yours as he leaned toward you, his eyelids flickering shut as he kissed the top of your underwear, tingles jolting through your body at the simple yet intimate touch.

He pulled away just slightly to look back up at you, you scoffing at the smirk he wore. Shoving against his shoulders, he caught himself, leaning back on his arms as you moved to sit on top of his lap, straddling him, attaching your lips to his instantly. One of his arms stayed back to support you both as the other wrapped around your backside, holding you to him.

Your hand found the side of his shirt, tugging on it as you mumbled, “off,” against his mouth. He let out a light breathy chuckle as he sat up, reaching for the shirt at the top of his back, pulling it over his head. Crumbling it up, he tossed it across the room just before you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and kissed him with need.

He kissed you back as his hands reached for the bottom of your top, bunching it up until it was over your chest, Yoongi separating from your lips to look at your bra covered breasts. “Fuck, Kid.”

You grinned at him as he pulled the shirt over your head, you helping pull it off of your arms, discarding it on the floor.

“Can I get this off of you?” He asked, his finger running along the strap of your bra over your shoulder. You nodded eagerly, Yoongi grinning as he reached behind you, easily unclasping the bra.

“Ooh, skilled,” you joked, Yoongi shyly smiling as he shook his head.

“No, I think I’m just very fucking excited and very fucking ready,” he informed you, your heart racing at the comment. You adored how upfront and honest he was, never holding back thoughts. To say it was a huge turn on was an understatement, and that became very obvious when you quickly slid the straps off your arms pulling the bra from you and tossing it carelessly, leaving your upper body completely bare to him.

His eyes became even more hooded as he looked at your chest, his hands finding them as he placed a kiss to your sternum. “I’m starting to think I haven’t told you near enough just how stunning I think you are,” he told you, his gentle eyes meeting yours as you beamed down at him.

“You’ve told me plenty,” you assured, Yoongi shaking his head as his hands grabbed the back of your thighs once more.

“I really haven’t,” he insisted before flipping you over, you letting out a giggle as your back met the mattress, Yoongi crawling over top you. “You sure you want to do this tonight?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded, reaching for the back of his neck, bringing him to you so you could kiss him. He pecked your lips a couple times before pulling away, his eyes meeting yours once again, his eyebrows raising.

“We can wait if you want, Kid,” he assured you sweetly, you smiling in response to his consideration.

“I don’t want to wait,” you told him, Yoongi grinning at you before he pressed his lips to the tip of your nose. Your hands found the button on his jeans, popping it open before sliding the zipper down without hesitation. You began pulling the clothing down his legs, Yoongi sitting up onto his knees to help you get them down his thighs, you removing your hands altogether as he sat to get them the rest of the way off.

He slid his briefs off as well, all while you sat up on your elbows, eyes scanning over his back and lean frame, appreciating his fit body. “Condom?” He asked, looking back to see your small smile, his lips curving up in response.

“Over there,” you pointed across the room. “In that little box.” The box was sitting on top your dresser and Yoongi groaned.

“Why would you have the condoms clear across the room from the bed? It would be so much easier if they were right there in that drawer,” he lectured with a pout as he nodded at the dresser drawer, you laughing loudly at his complaints. “Now I have to walk across the whole entire room butt ass naked in front of you just to get a condom so I can finally make love to you,” he continued, you only laughing even more.

“Maybe it was strategic. Maybe I wanted to see you walk across my room butt ass naked,” you teased. Yoongi scoffed again as he shook his head, grabbing the box off the dresser, digging inside of it, his ass on full display for you. “It’s a nice view, if that’s any consolation.”

“Yeah you better appreciate this,” he grumbled, pulling out the box of condoms, and turning around to give you a front view. You expected to see his grumpy face, but he was wearing an amused smile.

“Only a grandpa would complain about having to walk across a tiny room to get laid,” you noted, Yoongi smiling even wider as he crawled back onto the bed.

“I’m naked, Kid,” he pointed out, kissing your swiftly, momentarily distracting you from teasing him. “Being nude in front of you is a bit intimidating,” he whispered against your mouth before pecking your lips once more.

“You’re insane,” you countered, “and you seemed quite confident strutting around in all your nudity.”

“It’s an act,” he grinned cutely, kissing you again. “Now take these off,” he dug a finger underneath the waistband of your underwear, snapping it against your skin. “So I can make love to you. I’m not here to get laid, baby.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you kissed him once more, holding his face close to yours as you pulled away. “I’m quite fond of you,” you whispered to him, your eyes scanning his features up close, giving extra appreciation to the small freckle to the left of his nose.

“I’m fond of you too,” he assured you, kissing your temple as he sat up on his knees to put one of the condoms on, you moving to slip your underwear off.

He was back on top of you in a moment, kissing you with hunger, his hand running along your side, fingers teasingly soothing along the underside of your breasts.

“You ready?” He asked, you nodding enthusiastically.

“Make love to me, Gramps,” you teased, though the room was thick with tension as you both tried to hold back your desire. He giggled, his breath hitting your face as he positioned himself at your center and slowly slid in, giving you time to feel comfortable.

Yoongi kissed you slowly as he stayed still, and when you were ready, your hand gripped onto his ass and you whispered a simple, “Move,” against his lips.

The sex was slow and romantic, and sweet and cute. You both took your time, basking in each other’s attention and touch. Yoongi felt every inch of your skin as he moved his hips, enjoying the slow drag in and out of you.

You grabbed onto his hips, his sides, his ass, his arms and shoulders, anywhere you could reach, holding him close to you as small moans and whines left your lips, music to Yoongi’s ears.

And when Yoongi started letting out low quiet moans, hardly audible if he wouldn’t have been exhaling them into your neck, you were brought to you high much sooner than you were expecting. It didn’t last long for either of you, but it was perfect.

Yoongi grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with your own as you finished, and he didn’t let go. Not when he was brought to his own high. Not afterward as he stayed above you, both of you catching your breath. And not when he rolled to the side of you, you curling up against his nude form, relishing in the warmth of his skin against your own.

“Well that was incredible,” you breathed out against his chest, feeling the rumble from his chuckles reverberating against his chest.

“Fuck, Kid,” he groaned, soothing his thumb against the side of your hand as he pulled you closer to him with his other arm.

“Stay the night?” You asked, nudging your chin against his pectoral, Yoongi tucking his chin into his neck to place a kiss to the top of your head.

“If you want me to,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Do you want to?” You asked, knowing the answer but still feeling nervous over his reply.

“Of course, I do,” he assured you.

“Good,” you smiled, placing a kiss to his chest. “Stay the night.”

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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Sleep tight Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, kidnapping, non-consensual drug use, allusion to breeding.

Words: 3571.

Summary: You know someone tried to break into your apartment, but no one believes you since you live in the very same building as famous Captain America. Who is willing to risk it?

Part 1

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Your instincts were telling you to ran and shout and scream until somebody would be aware that you were trapped in your own room with a psycho beneath your bed. You needed to get out and find your cousin before it was too late, before he took you away like he promised and did to you whatever his sick mind was telling him to.

Strangely, your legs were not moving as if you lost control over your own body. You were shaking feverishly, but you couldn't force youself to stand up.

Wasn't it too late already? He knew who you were. He knew who your cousin was. He knew all the places where you could hide and all your relatives who would try helping you. How easy would it be for him to kill them all? He was Steve Rogers, the man who had never failed. If he didn't get you now, he'd make sure to tear your world apart in revenge.

You tried moving your legs but failed miserably again. Did your own body betray you? Was it Captain who gave you more of his medicine?

You were stuck here. There was no way out.

"S-steve?" You whispered, bending down a bit and looking at your feet.

When he touched your ankle with his cold hand, a ragged scream ripped from your throat - you were watching him getting out from under your bed like a spider, a mutilated monster, a nightmare in a form of a man. You landed on the floor with a heavy thud, trying to get away from him, crawling to the door, but Steve was already on top of you, injecting another medicine with syringe into your neck. Though he didn't finish yet, you already felt your body freezing. You were getting cold, your eyelids heavy. You thought it was the end when you closed your eyes, listening to Steve's loud heartbeat right above you.

Of course, it wasn't the end. He didn't plan on murdering you now; he only wanted to take you to the other location where you would be safe and sound with him. He'd prefer you to stay conscious, but you had enough stress already with that unhealthy lifestyle of yours, too much work on your shoulders, and lack of sympathy from the people surrounding you. Steve couldn't demand too much from you - you needed some rest.

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The awakening was torturous. Your neck hurt badly from the rough injection, and your head was spinning. You felt like you were on a ship constantly rocked by the waves only to discover you were laying on a bed in a simple room, not a cabin. You didn't recognize this dark empty place, but it was the least of your worries.

You couldn't feel your body below waist.

Moving your fingers, you weakly grabbed the blanket that covered your body, feeling the soft cotton texture. Your arms lost their strength, but they still felt like a part of you. But your legs... regardless how much you were shaking, your body refused to move even the slightest bit. It was like your lower half wasn't intact anymore. Like somebody cut you in half.

No. No, please, no. NO!

"Shh, honey." His quiet voice cut through the heavy silence, and you find him sitting in the corner of the room in complete darkness. "Please don't stress yourself. It's not good for your health."

You'd laugh at his words if you could, but you weren't able to force even a single sound out of your mouth. He did something to your body. He broke your spine. He made your legs completely useless to you. He made it so you would never leave him, unable to walk.

When Steve got up from his place, you looked at him with pure horror, your eyes filled with tears and open so wide it hurt. He had a concerned expression, watching you tremble with fear. Wasn't he supposed to be happy because he had finally caught you?

The closer he came, the more your teeth chattered almost to the point of breaking. He had taken away your legs. He broke you and he would keep doing it more and more because no one was going to save you from America's most favourite hero. You would die in agony in his hands because he wanted you to.

"Everything is going to be alright, darling." His hand brushed against your forehead, and you whimpered, a thread of saliva running down your cheek from your half-open mouth. You couldn't make yourself speak to him, too shocked and frightened to death. "We're almost there. It's going to take one more day or so, and then we will finally settle down. You don't need to worry about anything."

I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

His eyes watched your madly shaking figure, and Steve reached out to take your frozen palm in his.

"Why didn't you tell me you're cold, honey?" He frowned and stood up immediately, making you let out a little cry. "Wait a second, I'll give you more blankets."

Blankets. As if you needed any. As if you cared about your body that wasn't functioning properly, half of it just a useless piece of meat now. You felt like you couldn't breathe anymore, gasping for air and feeling like somebody squeezed your lungs with a stony arm.

Steve had returned from the other side of the room shortly with a pile of blankets and carefully unfolded them one by one, covering you with several layers. When he saw you choking, his hands flew to your chest, but your eyes were already rolling back from the lack of oxygen. It didn't take you long to go into the great darkness, sinking into it, feeling nothing at all, even the man's shouting quickly fading away.

It took you even more time before you awoke the next day, your body aching from staying in one position for long, apparently. You were feeling groggy again just like all those mornings in your apartment when your life seemed so boring and uneventful to you. Little did you know, it was heavenly comparing to the complete nightmare you were living in now.

You suddenly realized you could curl your toes on your right foot. And then on the left one too. Your hips felt warm under that huge and heavy comforter.

You could feel. You could feel your lower body.

Then you were crying so hard that at one point you became afraid of being suffocated in your own tears. Steve Rogers didn't break your spine. He did something to you, but your body recovered, nevertheless. Oh, you were strong. You were so strong. He would have hard time trying to break you.

Your euphoria was slowely going away with every minute you spent in solitude in that pretty little room with floral walls. It was the complete opposite of the dark place you woke up after being kidnapped - the new room was furnished very nicely, way better than your own apartment stuffed with cheap things straight from Ikea's sales, and it smelled like roses. Was there a vase with flowers somewhere? It could be. That sick psycho was still playing the role of your loving fiancee.

Wait. Was he under your bed? WAS HE UNDER YOUR BED?

Caring little for the noise you made, you leaned down and lost your grip on the headboard, falling to the floor. You hissed in pain, but then saw there was no one hiding beneath and let out a loud sigh. Relief washed over you. Steve wasn't there. You were completely and utterly alone in the room.

You spent some time listening to any sounds, but you didn't hear anything at all. If Steve was somewhere close, he decided not to show up just yet.

Trying to move as quietly as you could, you got back on your bed and glanced over the room - it was so girly with light pink bed sheets, pillows, chair's upholstery and even a carpet. There was a beautiful vintage vanity with a large mirror - lifting your head, you caught a glimpse of yourself and quickly laid back. You weren't ready to see that just yet.

It was light as day here, but you didn't find any windows. You doubted he would give you a chance to escape through one, and you heart sank at the realization: it wouldn't be surprising if he locked you somewhere underground. Maybe he didn't chop off your legs, yet he took away your opportunity to run away, nonetheless.

Anyway, you could still cry from happiness knowing you were able to walk. It felt like the biggest present somebody could give you.

You didn't know how much time you spent there, staring at the white ceiling and imagining Steve Rogers waiting with an axe behind your door. You didn't hear any sounds whatsoever, even the clock if there was any in the room. Slowly, you started moving your legs again and then clenching your fists real tight. You were in full control of your body, and you wept a little at the thought.

Soon you lifted the comforter and stepped on the pink carpet. Did he put floor heating in here? Your feet felt oddly warm.

Dropping your gaze to your pink silk pyjamas after that, you almost threw up in both disgust and fear. Did that sick pervert do anything to you when you were unconscious? You glanced at the door nervously and took off your top, covering yourself with the comforter in a second. Then you looked at your skin, touching your neck, your breasts and your arms: as far as you could see, there were no marks on your body. It didn't hurt. After that you put the top back on and took off your pants, repeating the same manipulation and finding nothing. Good. He didn't rape you, at least. He couldn't hide this with whatever medication he forced you to take.

Watching youself in a mirror, you wiped a tear running down your cheek. Well, you didn't look as bad as you expected. Certainly not that bad, even after all those horrible things that happened to you.

You searched the room for anything that could help you protect youself but found bothing, not even a pen. You tried grabbing a lamp from your nightstand like the last time, but, apparently, it was glued to the surface. Anyway, how would you protect yourself with it against Captain America? He could break your body in half with his bare arms, and he certainly could have more syringes with whatever fucking drugs he used on you.

You had to go with empty hands. You cringed at the thought, but moved on regardless.

The door was unlocked, and you threw a quick glance at the corridor before stepping away and waiting for Steve to storm into the room. He wasn't there, still, and you swallowed the knot in your throat before opening the door wider with your shaking hands. The dark grey - or green, you weren't sure - colour of the corridor walls made you feel nauseated. It was so much different comparing to the pretty room you woke up in. These walls, however, looked like the walls of a prison.

Was it prison? Had that room ever been a cell before? You covered your mouth with your palm and tried to pull yourseld together. No, it wasn't the right time to vomit. You needed to move.

The room you walked out just now was in the middle of a very long corridor with doors to your left and right. With a lack of light you saw poorly, but you were sure there were no people, at least. After you spent a bit more time standing there to give your eyes time to adjust, you realized that this place had to be huge - the corridor was abnormally long.

Having no clue where to move, you went to your left, feeling very disturbed by the huge difference between the corridor's and your room's appearances. If Steve spent so much money and efforts decorating that place with beautiful furniture and other pieces of interior, why he didn't care to do it anywhere else? Was the room you woke up in the only decent one here?

Oh, you didn't want to open one more door. Breathing heavily, you were covered with cold sweat as you reached for the door knob and softly pushed it, jumping back to the wall beside you.

No sound, no movement, nothing.

Tears were clouding your vision, and you spent one more minute trying to wipe them off before you gathered enough strength to move further. The room you opened was a bedroom just like yours, but not so girly - the walls were covered with light green color, yet the furniture looked as exquisite as in your room. No vanity, however, and nothing to give you at least some protection too. You moved forward.

All those rooms looked pretty fantastic, you had to admit with displeasure. They all were comfortable and completely new.

You stumbled upon more bedrooms, several living rooms, a dozen of restrooms, a walk-in closet, two kitchens and an almost empty cabinet. Although all of them varied in size, you still saw no windows anywhere. And when you found a nursery you cried hard, clenching the fabric of your pyjamas with your teeth.

This place was a maze with more corridors and God knew how many rooms. You had no idea how Rogers could have this house - or whatever it was - running. Well, with his position of Avengers' leader he probably had a fortune to spend.

Oddly enough, all rooms looked pretty as pictures, but not the corridor. It was ugly in every part of the house as if you were supposed to be repulsed to even step outside the room. Maybe it was his intention, you thought. The other strange thing was that Steve was nowhere to be found - you checked every goddamn bed and sofa he could be under, but saw only a dusty floor. Where was he? Wasn't he supposed to be here with you? Not that you objected, though.

You felt tired and hungry after your long jorney. There was food neither in the kitchen nor in any other room, and your stomach hurt at the thought of chicken nuggets. You'd give up anything for your usual McDonalds meal.

Before you chewed your lips thinking of hot French fries, you heard the distant sound of the door opening - a very heavy door. Probably a metal one.

You were in a bedroom you discovered at last without even realizing what you were doing. The thought of Steve coming to assault you, kill you, and dismember your body caused you to have a panic attack when you were getting behind a huge chair standing in the corner of a room. You couldn't hear anything but the blood pounding in your brain. You didn't remeber whether your screamed or not when the man entered.

Dragging you out the corner you were tucked in, he pushed your head into his chest and then put you onto the bed gently, holding your arms in his when you struggled and kicked involuntarily, not realizing what was happening as the world spin around you. He reached out for his pocket and took out one more syringe - you saw it later as he left it on the nightstand while you were laying on the bed with your body going limp again. But after taking away your strengh, the drug made you regain your sanity instead.

You were laying under the blue blanket, Steve sitting close to you and watching you with a sickly sweet smile of his as he caressed your hair with his hot palm. A few grocery bags were dropped to the floor near him, and you saw a pack of dark red cherry tomatoes almost falling out.

"You must have been scared to be all alone in such huge place. I'm sorry I wasn't waiting for you to wake up in your room, dear." His face lit up when you looked at him, chewing your lips to bits from fear and all that tension, your body pretty mich useless again. "I give you my word to become more considerate in the future. By the way, did you have a good look at our house? You got pretty far."

Pretty damn far. The entrance must have been so close.

You couldn't make youself speak to him again, so you simply nodded, weakly grasping the blanket in your trembling hands. Well, at least you could still feel your own body.

"I wasn't sure what you would like, so I just... filled the space, I guess. Of course, we can make any changes you think are necessary."

Changes? Oh yeah, like having windows and ten times less rooms, not even talking about that obviously thick door preventing you from leaving.

"You'll think about it later. How do you feel now, honey?" His shamelessly pretty eyes looked at you almost innocently, and you felt something like anger rising in your chest. "You will have to take some pills before coming into norm, I have them all here. Nothing that could harm your health, of course! They were prescribed by a very good doctor. The best I could find."

You were close to weeping, listening to Steve talking. You were under his full control again, and of he wanted to break a few of your bones, he could do so easily since you were barely able to move again.

"I'm better." You managed to whisper and shut your mouth when Steve smiled at you, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Good. I was getting worried about your constant anxiety. I've told you so many times your lifestyle isn't good for your health, darling! Why have you never listened to me?"

God, he was a madman while you were confined to bed. Your chances to stay alive were miserable.

"I'm sorry, d... dear." You basically pushed these words out of your throat, afraid to make Steve upset. "I will do better."

"I'm glad you heard me out." You shivered and closed your eyes when he leaned closer and dropped a kiss to your forehead.

You expected him to get away and sit straight, but Steve didn't. His face was inches away from yours, and you were afraid to look at him knowing you'd see nothing but the frenzy in his eyes. Captain America was long gone. Someone else had taken his place, and that someone wasn't a good guy ready to sacrifice himself to save his people.

Listening to his erratic breath, you tried to prepare yourself for the end. That was it, right? He'd take that syringe and plunge it into the socket of your eye or into your carotid artery any second. You could feel his madness showing itself on his face even with your eyes closed.

"Why won't you look at me, sweetheart?" His kind voice made you shook. "Come on, open your eyes."

You refused, still. What did it matter?

His breath burned your ear when he spoke next time.

"If you're so willing to run away from me, do you want to play a game?" Steve planted a kiss on your cheek and smiled when you finally opened your eyes. "It's an easy one. Do you like hide and seek?"

You gulped down, watching him like a dangerous animal ready to plunge its fangs into your soft flesh.

"I'll give you ten minutes, and you have to run and hide from me. If I won't find you soon, I'll let you go." His gentle smile was quickly turning sinister while you were left gasping for air. "But if I am going to catch you, I will..."

"No."

He stopped talking and stilled, watching you with wide eyes. The pure confusion on his face looked strange - he didn't understand what you were trying to do.

"I'm not a child." You said, watching him with determination emerging out of nowhere as you spoke. "I don't like these games and I'm tired. I wanna see a movie, Steve."

Was his madness contagious? You certainly felt so, giving him what sounded pretty much like an order. No, you wouldn't play his sick games just to end up mutilated and broken. You'd play yours. You felt so bold and intent to resist him after dreading torture and death so many times. It was like that syringe injected some magic potion into your body, leaving your mind free of fear. What there was for you to lose, anyway?

"Of course, honey! I'm so, so sorry. Of course, you're a grown woman, and it was silly of me to offer you this." He looked... apologetic? Bewildered? Ashamed? "Let me take you to the living room... yes, like that, darling. You're doing so good."

Lifting you in his arms, Steve showed you that warm smile of his once more and carried you away, humming some melody. You put a hand on his chest and listened to his heartbeat that was quickly slowing down. You just escaped your own death, probably. Maybe being a little crazy would actually help you survive.

Once you got an opportunity, you would slit his throat the very first night, you thought.

THE END

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eideticmemory · 4 years

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EVER SINCE NEW YORK III | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 3! Read Part 2 here.

Soundtrack:

Hate U Btw - Rence.

Phases - Chase Atlantic.

Break From Toronto - PartyNextDoor.

Word Count: 4,647.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, drinking, substance use, a bit of angst.

Spring, Sophomore Year.

South Beach,

New York.

“C’mon,” Claire said, putting her hands on your shoulders. “Give me a smile.”

You frowned.

“Let me see that pretty, pretty smile, [y/n].”

You sighed, rolled your eyes and gave her a toothless grin.

“Okay, that’s about as fake as it gets, but it’ll do,” she shrugged. She began to load up her car, “Just keep it on when Matthew gets here.”

You groaned, “I just don’t understand why he’s coming. Or why he has to ride with us. I’m gonna kill him.”

“Whoa, black mamba, it’s a 30 minute drive — barely. You’ll survive.”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t appreciate the Kill Bill reference, and second of all, 30 minutes is the perfect amount of time for me to not only kill your little boyfriend, but bury the body too.”

“Matthew is not my boyfriend,” Claire shook her head. “He is, however, coming on this trip with us. And you’re gonna be nice.”

“Why grandma, what big teeth you have,” you mocked.

“Shut up,” she laughed, closing the trunk.

Matthew strode up to the car, smiling and announcing his presence, “Hey, hot mamas,” he said, putting his arm around Claire. “Ready to go?”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling ear to ear. “Yep, [y/n] and I were just discussing cinema.”

“Oh! My favorite topic,” he beamed. “We can continue it on the way there.”

Matthew broke away to take his place in the car, sitting in the backseat. You glared at Claire, your arms crossed.

“What big nose and ears you have!” She exclaimed, laughing before she could get out the words.

“Oh, God, shut up!” You giggled. “Get in the car, let’s go.”

The way there, you spoke two words to Matthew: “yeah” and “okay.” Despite his best efforts to strike up a conversation, you dodged him at every turn. Just like he had been doing for the past 3 months. Since returning from Christmas break, there’s been no sex, no conversations, not even a dm. If your friends noticed, they weren’t saying anything, probably just grateful the two of you weren’t arguing. But you could feel his eyes on you, watching you from the backseat. All the way to South Beach.

The entire group — all 9 of you — arrived at the same time, admiring the beach house as you pulled up. Claire parked in the driveway, two cars pulling in behind you. You led everyone up to the entrance and used the designated key to unlock the door. Everyone oohed and ahhed at the place. It was spacious, large, decorated to perfection. Not that you expected anything less from your aunt.

“[y/n]! This place is amazing!” Claire beamed. “Holy shit.”

“And it’s all ours for the week,” you chuckled. “There’s 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, the kitchen’s through there, and the pool’s out back.”

“Pool?”

“Pool,” you nodded. “Rooms are upstairs, if you guys wanna get settled.”

Claire and you set up your room together, packing your clothes into the dressers and heading down to the living room. Everyone gathered, sitting on the couches. Claire sat beside Matthew, laying her head on his shoulder. John opened all the windows in the space, claiming that he was letting in some fresh air.

“So,” John sighed. “What to do? What to do?”

“It’s a mystery to me,” Matthew shrugged.

“Yeah, well,” One of your friends said, pulling a bag of weed out of her purse. “It’s not a mystery to me.”

You laughed, “Huh, I knew I had this lighter in my pocket for a reason.”

A joint was quickly packed and passed around the room. When it got to you, you flicked at your lighter, but the flame wouldn’t ignite. “What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“Here,” Matthew said, reaching over to you. You held the rolled item between your lips and allowed him to use his lighter, setting flame to the end of the joint. You held each other’s gaze as it happened, probably for a bit longer than needed.

“Thanks,” you whispered, breathlessly.

He leaned back and gave you a smirk. Combine that with the weed entering your system, and you could feel your heartbeat between your legs.

It was a long week.

Lots of alcohol, lots of weed, and lots of sexual tension. Most nights Claire went to bed at 3 in the morning, stumbling in happy and sighing as she fell asleep. She always kissed your cheek first. Everyday was a beach day, or if you all were too lazy to go down to the beach or into town, you hung out by the pool.

Claire thought it was ridiculous that you had bought and packed seven different bikinis, but she had to admit, every single one was cute. You found different hairstyles to wear each day, dolled yourself up in bikinis all different colors of the rainbow, swam until you were walking around soaked. And it was killing Matthew. It was so much fun!

Two days before you were meant to leave, you had on your floral bikini, and you were prepared to bake in the sun at the pool.

“Ow!” John exclaimed, raising his shades from his face. Him and the other guys sat poolside, playing a game of cards. “Damn, [y/n], you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Is that your subtle way of telling me you like my bikini, John?” You giggled.

“The bikini...the body...” he whispered. “Come over here!”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the group, allowing John to pull you into his lap, “Be my good luck charm.” He smiled. Your crossed your legs over his and watched the game in front of you.

“What are you guys playing?” You asked. You accidentally made eye contact with Matthew, who was watching you and John like a hawk. His eyes flickered back and forth between his cards and you two endlessly.

“Gin!” John replied.

“What? I thought we were playing go fish?”

“Go fish? What the fuck are you? 12?” John laughed. You shook your head and kissed John’s cheek, “Be nice, dude. Go fish is fun.” You chuckled. You got up from his lap and went to join the girls in the pool, stepping into the water.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Claire said.

The group of you mainly stayed by the edge, holding shot glasses and knocking back liquor. By your third glass, the vodka had run right through you and you had to pee. So, you excused yourself and went inside to use the bathroom. Approaching the door, you went to place your hand on the knob, but were stopped by a muffled sound coming from inside.

“What the hell?” You whispered, and stepped in. There you found a very red Matthew, panting, his eyes closed, his hand around his cock and jerking himself off quickly. He halted when you entered, and stared at you, his mouth open in shock.

“I-I-“ you stuttered, trying not to look at his dick. You left, and quickly closed the door behind you.

You went upstairs to your room, locked the door, leaned against the wall and reached down to touch yourself. It was completely unexpected, and so unlike you. But all these memories of Matthew touching you and fucking you came rushing back, and you had to get this nut off before you exploded. You applied pressure to your clit through your bikini, until you were squirming and whimpering, and you came. You swear you almost said Matthew’s name.

The next day, you wore your royal blue bikini. The top tied in the front in a loose bow, and the bottom was lined with gold trim. After a day out shopping, everyone wound up hanging out at the pool once again. You did back strokes in the water, letting the sun shine on your face.

“Oof,” you huffed, bumping into someone behind you. You opened your eyes and turned around, facing them.

“Watch where you’re going. You’re not the little mermaid,” Matthew scoffed.

“Shut up, Matthew,” you spit. “Could you be more of a jackass?”

“Actually yeah,” he nodded. “I could be.” He reached out, quickly undoing your bikini top and watching as your chest was exposed.

You yelped and held your boobs in your hands, “Ah! Matthew!”

“Nice,” he grinned, his gaze focused on your breasts. “Very nice.”

You glared at him as he swam away.

Later that night, Claire was putting on a pair of dangling earrings, and her hair was down over her shoulders, curled to perfection. “You sure you can’t come out, [y/n]?” She asked.

“I’m positive,” you murmured, sadly. “My ballet instructor deciding now was the perfect time to make an online quiz due. It’s gonna take me a while, I’m sorry.”

Claire frowned and sat across from you. Both of you were perched in the kitchen, sitting around the island counter. While everyone was dolled up and ready to go out, you sat in your wet bikini and an oversized shirt. “No, don’t apologize. But after spring break, we’re going to your instructor’s house and leaving a bag of crap on her porch.” Claire said.

You chuckled, “Real mature, Claire.”

“I’m gonna miss you,” she sighed. “And if you do finish in time, give me a call and I’ll run back to pick you up.”

You gave her a smile, “You got it. Now, go, go! Don’t worry about me. You guys have fun.”

Claire blew a kiss to you and rose to her feet, exiting the kitchen and joining the others in the living room. You continued to work on your laptop as they filed out of the house and closed the door behind them. You took a carton of ice cream from the fridge and ate from the pint, mindlessly clicking buttons to complete the quiz.

“Come for a swim with me.”

“Ah!” You jumped, hand clutching your chest. “What the fuck?”

“Come for a swim with me,” Matthew repeated, storming into the kitchen and over to you.

“What?”

“Come for a swim with me,” he grabbed your arm. “C’mon, c’mon.”

“Matthew, no!” But you let him drag you away, watching as he grabbed a bottle of rum off the counter. “I have work to do!”

“It’s due at 11:59,” he told you, leading you out to the pool. “So you have...” he checked his phone. “Well over two hours.”

“And I don’t want to spend any of that time with you.” You enunciated, yanking your arm from his grasp.

“Aw, man,” he sighed. “That sucks. I thought you would’ve wanted this.” He held up a metal object, and when you focused your eyes on it, you noticed it was your ballerina. The one he’d given you.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, lunging towards him and attempting to grab the item. “What are you doing with that? Give it here!” You jumped on him, reaching high and using all your might. But Matthew was tall, and holding it way above his head. He laughed at you, keeping the prize far from you.

“Tell me, why do you keep this with you? Must be important.” He teased. He stepped backwards, holding the ballerina up in the air.

“What the hell are you doing going through my stuff?” You shouted, following him.

“Needed leverage,” he shrugged. “You want it?” He removed his shirt. “Come get it.” He stepped into the pool, a loud splash erupting around his figure. But he kept your figurine above the surface.

“This is childish! Give it back, and leave me alone!” You marched up to the edge of the pool, hands balled up in fists at your side.

“Okay,” he shrugged. He walked up to you, the ballerina extended out for you to grasp. You reached out for it, and just before you could take it away from him, you were being pulled forward. Into the pool.

You fell in with a yelp, holding your gift against your chest. You squirmed around underwater until you forced your way to the surface, your jaw dropped and your hands quickly wiping at your eyes.

“What the fuck?” You shouted. You blindly placed your ballerina on land, taking care to make sure she didn’t get lost.

When you turned around, Matthew was right behind you. His eyes were focused in on your lips. His hands were steadily snaking around your waist. And before you could back away, he kissed you. Softly, slowly, holding you close.

“Stop,” you muttered. Another kiss.

“Stop what?” Another kiss. “I’m not doing anything.” You held his face in yours hands and let your lips work together in unison.

“Wait,” you pulled away. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Matthew mumbled, kissing your neck. “We’re so good at it.”

“Claire...”

“Is not my girlfriend,” he stopped, and looked you in the eye. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“But she likes you.”

“I like...you.”

You gulped, “You don’t like me.”

“Says who?”

“Says me! You just like...my...my...goodies.”

He cackled, “You’re goodies? Well...they are good.”

“Shut up!” You rolled your eyes.

“They’re great actually,” Matthew gave you another kiss. “In fact...” A kiss. “I’d like to see some of those goodies right now if you don’t mind.” His hands slid under your shirt and pushed it up your hips, up your waist, until he was pulling it over your head. You were left in your blue bikini, and Matthew nearly drooled at the sight.

He leaned in and kissed your jaw. His lips trailed down to your collarbone, and then to your chest. He gropped your boobs in his hands and placed kisses on your sternum. He caught the string to your bikini top between his teeth, and took long strides away from you. All you could do was watch him, feel the fabric looseing on your body. When he took one finally step, the whole bow came undone and your boobs were exposed.

“Come here,” he whispered, looking intently at your chest. His voice drew you into him, and you let him pull you close and wrap his lips around your nipple.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned. He was so, so good at this. He used the right amount of pressure and suction. His tongue twirled around the bud and his saliva dripped onto your skin. Soft hums vibrated against your chest, and his hand made it’s way between your legs.

“Your tits are so nice,” he whispered.

You looked down at him, then at your boobs. “They’re tiny.”

“They’re perfect,” he transitioned to sucking on the other nipple, and his fingertips rubbed your clit lightly.

When he kissed your lips, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held his body against yours. Your legs latched onto his torso, and he took this as an invitation to push you against the pool wall. On instinct — horny, horny instinct — the both of you reached down and touched each other. You freed his cock from his swim trunks and he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side.

Staring into your eyes, Matthew pushed into you. Slowly at first, and then slamming the rest of the way in. You gasped, and your head rolled back, along with your eyes.

“Fuck,” he cupped your hand in his hands. “You’re so hot.”

He kissed your neck as he fucked you, rhythmically and roughly. The water splashed against your skin, the sound overlapping with your quiet moans. You gripped onto Matthew’s hair, and reveled in the sound of his groans in your ear.

You bit down on your lip, muffling your whines. Matthew took your jaw in his hand and tilted your head down to kiss you. You panted against his lips, whimpering as he your back tapped the wall behind you.

“How long you think we got until they get back?” He mumbled.

You chuckled under your breath, “If my memory is correct, you’re not gonna last that long anyways.”

“Oooooouch!” He exclaimed, suddenly cut off by a breathy moan. He buried his face in your neck, “Not this time, princess. Not this time.”

While you guys were preoccupied outside, the front door to the house opened up. “[y/n]!” Claire sang. “I know you said to leave you alone, but I passed that ice cream place you like and I brought you some. Gube too.” She giggled, walking through the house. “I also — maybe, definitely — wanted to see if you two were ready to come out. Come on, we’re eating at this cute little Mexican place down the street, you should —“

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, Matthew’s fingers pressed against your clit and rubbing in gentle circles.

“Mm, you gonna come?” Matthew purred. “Wow, I’m good.”

“S-shut up,” you stuttered. “Fuck. Fuck, keep going.”

Claire stood in shock, watching from inside and peering through the glass door. She stumbled back into the kitchen, placing the bag of ice cream on the counter. She blinked away the tears in her eyes, and gulped. And she left.

Clueless, you let your orgasm wash over you. Your body trembled, and Matthew pushed his cock all the way into you as you rode it out. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure throughout your body and you fell weakly against him. “Matthew,” you whimpered.

His eyes went wide, and he pushed your hair back. “You said my name.”

“Hm?”

“You said my name,” he repeated. “Say it again.”

His hips bucked into yours and he picked up his pace, his jaw dropping as he watched your face. His nails dug into your thighs, “C’mon please?” He begged.

You looked at him in a daze, tracing his collarbone with your finger and hooking it in his chain. “Matthew,” you whispered. And it was like you were saying it to yourself, convincing yourself this was real. “Matthew.”

The sound of your voice nearly sent him over the edge and he pulled out of you, huffing and puffing. “Wait,” you panted. “Wait, I want you to come.”

He chuckled, “We’ve got some time.”

And you guys made the most of it.

You fished your shirt out of the pool, grabbed your ballerina and headed inside. Once changed into new clothes, Matthew sat beside you as you finished your quiz. He didn’t quite understand how you could be quizzed on matters of ballet, and you didn’t quite feel like explaining so you kissed him to shut him up. Which subsequently led to you closing the laptop and letting him carry you upstairs. Not forgetting the rum.

You wound up on your bed, face down, ass up. Matthew held onto your hips, and pounded into you mercilessly until you were nothing but a puddle of moans. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, feel his body tensing up with each thrust, and you gripped onto the bed sheets tightly. Matthew upheld his promise to make the experience long and pleasure, making you come twice before he even came close. He reached down and slid his fingers into your mouth, which you sucked on willingly. He released himself onto your back, following it with a swift slap on your ass. He used his shirt to clean you off.

With a few more hits of alcohol, Matthew asked you to show him some ballet moves. So, you started with the basics. But when he attempted the movement, he nearly broke his ankle and fell to the floor. You broke out into hysterics.

“You’re druuuuuunk,” you sang, sinking down to the floor to join him.

“So are you!”

“But I can do ballet drunk,” you shrugged. “It’s a gift.”

“Hm,” he hummed, pulling you into his lap. “Wanna see what I can do drunk?”

Turns out, he couldn’t really do it that well, so you had to ride him. It was still good, and you let him come in your mouth. He was ecstatic.

Laying on the floor at 1 in the morning, you finished off the last of the rum and snuggled into Matthew’s side. “Got any gas?” He asked.

“No, I don’t have to burp.” You replied.

He laughed, “I meant weed, dumbass.”

“Weed? What the hell do you need weed for? Aren’t you drunk?”

“I’m...semi-drunk. You knocked most of that back yourself, Jack Daniels.”

“Okay, look, if you’re gonna call me nicknames, can you atleast pick one and stick with it?”

He sighed and shrugged, “Yeah. Which one’s your favorite?”

“None of them!”

“Well, pick one, princess!”

You thought for a moment, silent. “Princess,” you whispered.

“What?”

“Princess is my favorite.”

He smiled at you, but you weren’t looking. “Okay. You got it.”

“Hey, Matthew?” you called, sitting up and looking down at him. He was shirtless, laid out with his necklace glimmering against his skin.

“What’s up?” He replied.

You picked at the carpet as you spoke, “Why...why did you stay tonight?”

“Huh?” He tilted his head.

“Why did you stay tonight?” You repeated. “Why didn’t you go out with everyone else?”

He looked at you, and licked his lips, like he was thinking up a response. “I—“ He was cut off by the sound of a car pulling up outside, doors being shut, loud chatter.

The two of you hopped up at lightning speed, fixing your clothes. You kicked the rum bottle under your bed and Matthew balled up his stained shirt. He rushed out of your bedroom and you stood there out of breath. As soon as you turned around, you heard running coming your way. You turned back to face the door, and there was Matthew, marching up to you. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you. It was a long kiss, a nice kiss.

He left without a word, and you crawled into bed with a smile on your face. Matthew made it into his bed before everyone came upstairs. You faced the wall, pretending to be asleep.

“Awwwwwwwwwwww!” Claire exclaimed as she barged into the room. “Look at little [y/n]!”

“Claire,” your friend whispered. “Shh, you’re gonna wake her up.”

“[y/n]’s my best friend, y’know?”

“I know, honey.”

“I love her and...I just hope she loves me.”

“C’mon, let’s get you in bed.” Your friend helped the very drunk Claire into bed, removing Claire’s shoes then laying her down on the mattress and covering her up.

“Goodnight, [y/n]!” Claire shouted.

You stayed silent, clutching your ballerina figurine in your hand.

Sunday morning, it was time for all of you to leave and head back to school. You woke up early and applied makeup to cover the hickies on your neck. By the time everyone was up and packing, your stuff was already squared away in bags. You sat in the kitchen, eating pop tarts, and leaving everything the way your aunt asked. Everyone said hi to you as they passed the kitchen, and they eventually landed in the living room.

“Morning,” A voice called to you.

You turned to see Matthew standing there, smiling at you. “Good morning,” you pipped. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby. You?”

“Also like an infant,” you nodded. “Ready to head to school?”

“Almost,” he whispered. He walked up to you and kissed you softly, his hand holding your jaw.

You sighed happily and pulled away. “Are you ready now?” You asked.

“Hm, not quite,” he shook his head.

He kissed you again, and put his hand on your thighs, dangerously close to your core. “Okay, dude,” you slapped his hand away. “Don’t get crazy. Everyone’s in the living room.”

“So?”

“So...we can’t do anything here.”

“Oh, yes,” he whispered against your lips. “We can. You’ve just gotta be quiet.”

You tried. Tried to be quiet. But Matthew had you sat on the island, shorts and panties pushed the side and his cock buried inside you. He had to cover your mouth with his hand as he thrusted into you. His teeth sunk into his lip, to the point blood was drawn. You could taste it. You tightened your legs around his waist, eyelid lowered in lust. He gave you a questioning nod, and you replied with a slight motion of your head to let him know you were good.

“[y/n]!” Claire called.

You and Matthew quickly broke apart. You hopped off the island, Matthew fixed his pants. You sat in the chair like nothing happened and Matthew left the room through the second exit. Claire came around the separate entrance.

“Hey,” she said. “Ready to go?”

You smiled, “I am now.”

The ride back to school was much shorter. Nothing but music filled the car, Claire being too hung over to talk. Upon arriving at school, Matthew walked the two of you up to your dorm room.

“Need me to help with your bags?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” Claire shrugged. “Talk to you later, Gube.”

“You alright?” He questioned her.

“Yeah. Hangover.” Claire sadly walked into the room, head hung low.

“She’s a lightweight,” you told Matthew. “She’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Right,” he nodded. “So. See ya.”

“See ya.”

Around midnight, he requested to add you on snapchat again. You accepted. His first snap to you was a selfie with one caption:

show me ur tits 🥴🥴

no 😠

please 🥺

You sighed, looked over at Claire who was fast asleep, and lifted your shirt over your chest. Took you five tries, but you took the perfect one. He opened it within 10 seconds. Then he was video chatting you.

“Hello?” you whispered.

“Where’s your face?”

“I took it off for the night. What do you want?”

“I wanna see you.”

“What? No! Go to bed.”

“You can come over. Please. Please. I’m begging.”

“I hear you begging,” you scoffed. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“Yeah.”

“We have class tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

“And I’m tired.”

“Just come let me suck on your tits. Five minutes, no sex, I promise.”

Yeah, right.

You came back to your room — your panties stuffed in your pocket, your hair wild, your lips swollen, throat sore, walking a little funny. You got a good night’s sleep.

Life got easier when you started listening to your body. A lot better, a lot more orgasmic. For the next month, Matthew and you got it in, whenever. Wherever. If you crossed paths on the way to class, you often didn’t make it to the lecture. When out with friends, you’d end up in the bathroom, with you bent over the sink and Matthew holding onto your hips. When you looked up in the mirror, you could see his necklace bouncing against his chest, his head thrown back.

There was something about Matthew that made you unbelievably horny and weak and impulsive. A very dangerous combination. Add that to the fact that he was admittedly not as annoying as you originally believed, and you were having a blast. However, you knew it was a means to an end. That summer would once again separate you two and there was a good chance he’d forget all about you.

When he came to say goodbye to Claire for summer break, you answered the door and had to tell him she left already.

“What?” He replied. “She didn’t tell me she was leaving.”

“Oh,” you hummed. “Um, do you want me to call her?”

“No, no. That’s alright,” he shook his head. “So...you leaving yet?”

“Nope. I leave tomorrow.”

“Cool,” he looked side to side, checking that no one was in the hallway. Then, he focused back on you and pressed his lips to yours. He pushed his way into the room and you let him, closing the door behind him.

Afterwards, he let you lay with his head on his chest, his arm around your waist. You knew it may not be forever. But it was now. And it was nice.

[PART 4.]

#mine #college!matthew #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler imagine #mgg #mgg smut #mgg imagine

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She's Got A Date-EoWells X Allen!Reader- Part 8 (Final)

Part VII | Alternate Ending

Summary: Wells comforted you.

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT. Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it)

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A waft of floral scent overcame your nostrils. There were no lights, just candles littered all over the bathroom, the roses scattered all over the floor and in the bathtub. His favorite piece playing in the background, the water's warm, rippling soothing your tired muscles and bones. Oh, and the beautiful view— the man likes it. You thought it was funny. It's like an obsession to overlook things; see how they work.

His definition of romantic night apparently. You came back from the restaurant and stumbled upon this. You decided to abandon every bad thought along with that person. Tonight is supposed to be perfect and you are not going to let a woman who knows nothing about you ruin it.

Except you are.

You took another sip of your bubbly drink in your hand, staring absentmindedly outside while hugging your knees, silently dwelling in misery.

Your world had you all occupied, you didn't even notice that Wells was observing you the whole time from the other end of the tub. Each line that drew on your forehead or your lips pursing, your little huffs, every flicker of your emotion— he saw it. Eventually, he knew it could only go for so long.

He cleared his throat. "Is there something wrong?"

Your head snapped to him, pulling you from your world. Disoriented, you raised an eyebrow.

"I said, is there something wrong?" He repeated, louder and firmer this time.

You shook your head. "No. Everything's perfect," you assured him, forming a faint smile.

You don't want to spoil everything. He did an amazing job and you're the one who insisted on this. But you didn't just think that it would be so hard to shrug off. Perhaps you were just too naive and you're paying the price.

"Then why do you look like that?" He pointed to your face.

Perplexed, you knitted your eyebrows.

"Like what?"

"Like you carry the heaviest burden in the world," he answered.

You rolled your eyes, but frowned. You didn't want to believe him, as that look was more of Barry's than yours.

"It's fine," you murmured.

You heard him exhaled. "Come here," he motioned, curling his fingers.

You turned around and sat in front of him. He quickly planted his lips on your shoulder, as his hands ran smoothly up and down your arms; comforting and assuring.

"Now, the last time you answered that, we had a fight," he remarked.

You chuckled.

"It doesn't matter, babe,"

He sighed again, clearly getting annoyed with you and your answers. Something you found funny for now he knows how it feels like breaking him mildly putting it.

"I saw her, you know," he began. You have an idea— well, more than an idea— what he was talking about.

"Who?" You asked with faux cluelessness.

"That woman from the elevator. I saw her follow you to the ladies' room. Did she say anything to you?"

Of course. You're dating a genius. And it doesn't really take a lot to connect the dots.

"It's not something worth mentioning," you insisted.

You didn't want him to feel the same way about it. And if you're being honest, you didn't want to hear the response to it.

"You keep on saying it doesn't matter, but the fact that it plagues your mind, means it does,"

You huffed. He's got a point. You're doing it again.

"How about you speak and I'll make you feel better?" He whispered darkly.

Chills ran down your spine.

"Feel better how?" You asked carefully.

You felt his hands slipped underneath your arms, the back of his fingers, sliding down your back to the sides of your breast, all the way down to your torso. Your breath hitched, skin started feeling hot and your heart hammered in your chest. He then reached your thighs, and fingers swirled on the skin, inching and inching closer to your inner thighs and quickly spread your legs wide. A jolt of excitement and lust rushed through your system.

"Come on, tell me. What's wrong?" His fingers just inches away and the anticipation is killing you. "You can say it," he encouraged.

You gasped, as you felt his fingers against your womanhood. He started rubbing your bundles of sensitive nerves. Not even meaning to do it, you leaned back to chest, your head tilted to the side, leaving your neck exposed. Wells took advantage of peppering your jaw and neck with open-mouth kisses, sucking on your sensitive spot, making sure to leave a mark.

He increased the pressure on your clit, his fingers moving a bit faster, your eyes fluttering close.

"Or I'll stop," he said huskily, nibbling on your ear. "Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head frantically as you mewled, becoming overwhelmed.

"Then speak." He ordered.

You bit your lip. Mind is becoming hazy and your breath becomes heavier and heavier by the second. You can't even think straight, let alone talk— although you admit you didn't just want to speak. The silence for a period of seconds showed your hesitation to open up. Wells, being a man of his word, slowly halted causing you to whimper. Missing his touch and what it does to you, you reluctantly relented.

"She told me that you're too old for me," You breathed. As soon you spoke

"I thought that matter had been recently resolved," he whispered to your ears, sending shivers down to your spine. With his free hand, he fondled you with your left breast. He teased the nub, pulling and pinching it harshly. Your senses overwhelmed by the sensations the act does; you struggled to find words and lost the ability to think. But afraid that he'll stop, you force yourself to speak.

"I know. I-I didn't mind it. But—" He interrupted you by sliding a digit inside. He pumped slowly, before adding another finger inside. He curled his fingers inside. Your head lolled back on his shoulder.

"But she said men like you, you'll get bored; you'll get bored and then leave." You panted. "I can't get it off my mind that maybe this relationship has so many obstacles and differences for us to deal with. And I don't want you to leave because I love you so much and— agh!" Your hands flew to the sides of the tub, clamping it as his fingers pumped in a rapid rhythm, hitting that spot. To heighten everything up, he removed his hand from your breast and rubbed your clit that he abandoned a moment ago.

The water stirred as fingers moved and you were sent in a daze. You couldn't speak anymore. That was your last straw. And he didn't seem to care either. Your teeth dug to your lip so deep, they're white, numb, and you almost can taste the metallic taste of blood.

"Harrison, I'm so close," you sounded as though you were begging him.

"Yeah?" He softly asked, but there's a tinge of roughness in his voice. "Good." He pumped his digits faster.

Not so long, your walls clenched around his fingers, your hips quivering, toes curling, and you knew for sure that was it. Your body shake, feeling the tingling pleasure barrelled through you and with a loud scream of his name, you came undone.

Your chest rise and fall, your body dripping with all kinds of liquid. You collapsed and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You needed that. It release some tension and anxiety. It's official: this is your favorite way of opening up.

Your mind no longer fogged, you realized that something was poking your back. Something hard— something throbbing. And that something was him. You flushed deeply, but aroused more than ever. You feel the ache and the slick in between your legs growing. Although that was amazing, you need more. You need him inside of you. You need him to have his way with you.

Blushing red, you moved and took his erection, stroking it slowly from behind. You heard him elicit a grunt and a sigh. You went on for a moment, pumping his length, but he took your hand away and patted your hips.

"Get up," he ordered sternly. Your limbs are shaky, yet you still managed to get on your knees. Wells grab a hold of your hips and still it.

"Are you ready?" You nodded, eager.

"Yes," you whispered.

He dragged his length across your entrance, he rubbed against your clit, causing you to exhale sharply. He then slipped into your sheath warm, filling you the hilt. You both moaned, chest heaving. He gave you time to adjust, lifting your hips to pull out and slip back for a few times. His pace started slow, careful almost, then he changed it quickly. The filthy noise of water slapping bounced off the walls. He gripped your hips, controlling the rhythm, shoving your hips together, your mouth how open in pleasure. He was slowly shedding the control he had, his pace becoming rough, rougher than usual like angry rough. You clamped the sides of the tub, knuckles turning white as he railed from behind. Your eyes rolled back, screaming and begging for more. For him to go faster. Deeper.

He did. And some more. A hand wrapped around your neck to your surprise.

"Is this okay?" He rasped.

He has done this before. Accidentally or instinctively, you didn't know. You never ventured that far as he quickly withdrew when he realized that he did it. You never knew if you liked it. So, aroused and mind hazy, you took an audacious move.

You swallowed thickly. "Yes."

His hold on your neck grew tighter, he buried his face in your neck, he wrapped his free around your waist and harshly shoved your hips against his. With every thrust of your hips, his hold tightens, slowly depriving you of oxygen, making you more and more breathe less and delirious. But oh, you love the way he took control of you. You love the feeling your lungs burning as he thrusted deeper, rougher and faster into you. You then realized that he wasn't losing control. It was you and him taking over you.

"Harry, don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" You exclaimed.

Your velvety walls convulsed around and he let out a deep half-groan, half-moan. Your eyes finally saw stars, your back arched as you orgasmed for the second time tonight.

You thought he was gonna let you take a breather after that, but he didn't. He moved your hips relentlessly, didn't even dare let you go. A third orgasm, followed by a fourth, the fifth. Dear God, he is trying to blow your brains out, as if your state of deliriousness isn't enough to satisfy him. Waters stirred violently, spilling out of the tub to the floor.

Tears pricked your eyes, you were mewling, a whimpering mess, but he took you insatiably, hungrily. His response was grunt, hiss and curses. The high he seems to chase wouldn't be found. You couldn't tell what was pain or pleasure anymore. You were overstimulated, your cunt abused. Finally by sixth time, his pace became sloppily, before stopping and pulling out of you. He didn't even come.

You panted heavily, sweating like crazy. Your poor lungs were incapacitated. This is the first time he snapped like this. You tried wondering why, but you lost the ability to think as of the moment.

He made you turn around. Limbs made of literally jelly climbed on his hips, straddling him. You came face to face with him. His expression wasn't telling him much, sweat covered his entire face. His ocean eyes swirled with a hint of green were expressing such intensity and passion.

"One last." He murmured.

You nodded and let him enter you again. He rocked your hips sensually, passionately, seems like taking his time. Your crescent moon-shaped nails dug on his back and dragged it down. He didn't make much noise about it.

He captured your lips less harshly than he was before. His lips dragged across your bottom lip, before tugging it between his teeth. His tongue roamed inside your mouth, you tried to put up a fight, but he won the dominance. Oh how intoxicated you were with his lips.

Pulling away, he put his forehead against yours, urging you to look into his eyes. Your eyes locked up, staring through each other's soul made it more raw and vulnerable. He was actually expressing it.

It didn't really take a lot for you to orgasm again, and he came with you this time. Ribbons of ribbons of his warm seed filled you and you squeezed, milking him dry. He pulled out of your sore cunt. Your head collapsed onto his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, clinging like a child. Your eyes fluttered close, you can barely move your own body.

His hand dragged across the line of your sweaty back and the other grazed your neck. The pain suddenly dawned on your system. You have a bruise on your neck.

"How are you?" He asked softly with a tinge of concern.

"I'm fine," you weakly muttered.

"Are you sure?" The concern was more evident now.

"Yes," you mumbled sleepily.

His chest rise and fall, synchronized with yours— or at least you thought. His heart beat is so slow compared to yours. Beat after beat, lulling you to sleep like a baby. Everything quiet down, calm.

"Are you okay?" You suddenly spoke.

He sighed heavily, maintaining the silence you interrupted. Despite your state, you surprised him by swatting his chest. It made him crack a smile, quickly replaced by a frown.

"It's just... All these thoughts about you leaving and me leaving..." he trailed off.

You both found him, stuttering and struggling for words to express it.

"I-I didn't like it. I don't want you even thinking about it, okay?" He sounded so distraught to the idea of it. And so were you.

You nodded, already half-asleep, but you understood it.

He detached you from his body and to make you face him. He cupped your cheeks.

"Hey, look at me." He shook you awake, until you opened your eyes. He stared at them solemnly. "I am not leaving you. Ever." He declared to you.

"Promise?" You softly asked.

"I promise."

"I love you," you whispered to him.

"I love you too,"

The next day rolled on, and it was a nice day off. You felt separated from the whole world for a day. Room services, laying all day on the bed, despite Wells' constant insistence of doing some work. You remember everything from last night. His promise made you feel more confident about you two. If that's not enough, he made sure to give you a speech about it as well.

Instead of a first date, it felt like you two are on a honeymoon, experiencing marital bliss. Despite being sore as hell, it didn't stop you both from having sex on every corner, surface and crevices of the hotel room. You felt bad for the ones who are going to clean this room.

Wells was kind enough to have someone get you some pair of clean jeans and a decent shirt to change in before you leave as there's work tomorrow.

You entered the cortex with a cup of coffee, a bright smile on your face and limping legs.

Caitlin, Cisco and Wells were already there. You figured you'd sleep in a bit for... recovery.

"Good morning, guys,"

"A good morning to you too, Miss Y/N Allen." Cisco greeted you with an odd tone.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but laughed it off and ignored him.

"How was your weekend?" You asked them.

"My weekend? It's fine. How about yours?" Caitlin said with the same tone as Cisco.

You started to notice that they weren't both looking at you, instead focused their computer and typing loudly like maniacs.

"Fine." You muttered, baffled. You turned to Wells, who gave you a shrug.

You were confused, but brushed it off as you plan to tell them the truth. You began fiddling with your fingers. You and him shared a look as he moved towards your side. He nodded stiffly, and you turned back to your friends, still rapidly typing, and sucked in a deep breath of courage.

"Uhm, guys, we have something to tell you. You see, Dr. Wells and I are—"

"Dating?" Cisco cut you off.

You blinked, stunned. "What?"

Cisco clicked something in his keyboard and pointed to the TV behind you. You spun around and your eyes went round. It's an article from some gossip blog. An article about Wells and you.

‘Harrison Wells Seen Getting Cozy with A Mystery Woman at The Fiat Last Saturday Night.’

A hand covered your mouth, mortified as you read the rest of the contents, along with pictures of you guys. Apparently, someone had seen you enter the hotel. Then 'cozying up' at the restaurant and heading back to your room, even leaving the hotel. What shocked you the most was how quickly it got attention. You expect people to catch up after like a month of two. Guess that's what happens when you date a man who blew a hole in the city.

Both of you turned around to face your friends. As if mirroring each other, obviously not pleased, looking at you expecting an explanation. Especially Cisco. He even has his arms crossed like a grumpy child.

You were beyond flushed and embarrassed. This is not how you want them to know. These damn paps.

"Guys, I know you're—"

"Angry?" Caitlin inquired. "Maybe a little. But it's your relationship. It's not our business."

You smiled at her appreciatively. You were actually worried they'd get mad.

"Yeah. How long has this been going on though?"

"6 months," you replied.

"6 months?!" Cisco exclaimed. Even Caitlin looked at you in disbelief. "How come we didn't even notice?"

"We were that good."

Cisco shook his head, and you don't know if it's disbelief or amazement.

"So all those nights, the dance instructor, the trainer—"

You purse your lips. "Yup. All lies,"

You thought he was done, but he brought up something. He was rambling on to himself. You thought he was calculating, so you all listened and watched.

"Which means that when I called you and I called him, you were both busy..."

Your eyes widened, memories of events flooding to your mind. You were quick to cut him off, but a buzz from the computer beats you. There was bank robbery at some bank. You all immediately shifted your focus on that, not before looking at Wells in shock that Cisco even noticed, and he merely smirked.

The robbery didn't even last for another 5 minutes as Barry came into the scene. He kicked bad guys' ass and put them in jail. Another save for Team Flash.

The whole day consisted of more crime-fighting and Cisco being still in shock with you dating Wells. You expected it and they took it better than Joe, that's for sure. They're very supportive and respectful and happy for you guys.

The next months were the craziest ones. Everything was going smoothly then next thing you know, you were pregnant. It was unexpected. You were extremely worried and scared. Joe was livid. He didn't like the idea of his adopted daughter getting knocked up by Harrison Wells as he didn't trust him very much. You didn't talk for weeks. You moved into Wells' home and if weren't for Hartley's attack at Wells' place, Joe wouldn't have talk to you.

Soon, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and he was the proudest Poppop ever. Barry and Cisco became extremely competitive when it comes to being the best uncle ever. Caitlin was your unofficial pediatrician and you trust her more than the real one. Iris and Eddie were kind enough to babysit sometimes.

You've never been this happy, actually. Everything's lighter and brighter, full of laughter. Everything seems to be in the right place for the first time in your life— with the right person. Him. It feels foreign and amazing. There's no going back from this. You don't know if things could be greater. Nothing bad can happen that would change how happy you are right now. Nothing.

That was two months ago.

You stand there, arms crossed, tightly pressed to your chest. You hold onto your own arms to stable you from shaking. Your red, puffy eyes stung as you stared at him through the glass, his beautiful ocean eyes looking back at you too. They were no longer filled with what you thought was love and mystery. It was just cold and dark.

He stood inside the cell. Yes, stand. After all this time he was just manipulating you, playing you all like pieces in chess. He wasn't the man he said he is. Literally. You still remember how you refused to believe your own brother who said those words to you. That's exactly why you quickly rushed to the pipeline to see for yourself. And they were right.

He was not a caring, nice man he seemed to be months ago. He was a monster. A cold, calculating monster you love. The only man you ever loved that it could deliberately break your heart. And it did.

He couldn't just wipe that stupid smirk off his face, seemingly satisfied with pain you're feeling, the betrayal you were facing—the things he caused. You swore to God you never felt so much hatred for someone you loved with all your heart.

Disbelief and distraught so evident on your features. "How could you do this?" You whispered through your gritted teeth.

He sighed wearily. "Your brother and I, were meant to be rivals, Y/N, " he responded, not feeling an ounce of guilt or remorse.

Your stomach churned in disgust. You couldn't believe you loved this man. You couldn't believe you were fooled into believing he was a good man.

"So, you killed my mother? And tried to murder my own brother? For the sake of your stupid fate, for stupid revenge! You stooped so low and robbed me of everything?!" You yelled at him. At this point you are hysterical; all the chains are starting to break free, and knowing your emotional capacity, you're gonna break.

"It was the only way. I had to get his speed—"

You shook your head, refusing to hear the same excuse from his mouth.

"Was I part of your plan? To hurt my brother?"

He sighed, hesitating. He planted his palm on the glass. He tore his eyes from you, looking down to hide his features. The cocky, evil demeanor seemingly disappeared from his system.

"I never anticipated everything between us to happen. You were so persuasive, and I couldn't resist. My whole plan was just to get my speed, I never imagined that I would get to build a family here with anyone."

Your glossy and red eyes gaze at his eyes, hoping for the last breath of humanity in those eyes.

"Did you even love me? Us?" You croaked.

He stared at you sincerely. And you hated that, because you loved it so much.

"Yes," he said, and you couldn't tell if he's lying. And you had to trust your with what your mind was telling you, because clearly your own heart failed you.

You scoffed. "Now, that's just bull. You manipulated me, Wells— or Eobard Thawne— whatever the hell your name is, I don't care. From now on, you are dead to me, everything you say is a lie and words from a dead man!" You pointed at him with vigor, eager to prove your anger.

"Y/N, you have to understand—"

"Oh, I do. You're a psychopathic idiot who's always been obsessed with my brother. Barry will never live a happy life? You will never live a life. You will rot here forever and I will make sure of it." You swore to him, your eyes looking at him with furious fire that lit up hell.

You turned to leave the pipeline. But he suddenly spoke.

"We're a family now, Y/N. You, me and her. Are you just gonna let that go? You can come with me. We can raise her over there and everything will be—"

Trembling, you spun around.

"We were a family." You stated "Or were we ever? That doesn't matter anymore. Because I will make sure you will never see her again," you declared and strode out of the pipeline with him shouting your name for you to come back.

You watched as the door slowly slid down, closing on him. You were frozen in your stance, your own frame shaking as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

You felt an arm wrapped around your shoulder, clutching you tightly. You knew it was Barry. You turned and collapsed into his arm, sobbing instantly.

He rubbed your back soothingly as you poured down the tears on his chest with you clinging on him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he mumbled.

"What am I gonna do, Barry?" you sobbed.

Barry stayed quiet, just heaved a sigh. He felt bad seeing you like this, as he was the one who started the whole investigation, but he didn't regret that he finally caught the bastard who murdered his mother. Only it's in the form of his mentor and his baby sister's boyfriend.

"It'll be fine, okay? I'm here. All of us are, and that's all you both need, okay?" He murmured to you.

You nodded, hugging him tighter, unable to control your emotions and tears.

You thought you truly knew heartbreak, but at this moment of your life you've come to realize that you barely scratched the surface. Everything is crashing down, hitting lower than they ever did before; it feels heart and gut wrenching at the same time. There's no going back from this. You don't know if anything can top this pain. Nothing good can ever erase how utterly broken you are right now. Nothing.

***

This is it, guys! Thank you so much for all the ones who liked and reblogged this story. I am so happy and filled with gratitude that I was able to share and FINISH this story, because knowing me and the 60+ drafts of various stories on my phone, I would have backed away instantly.

I hope y'all loved this final part. I'd appreciate it if you share this and give it some love.

See y'all soon for the next story I can think of.

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

#luly talks #btg #i ran out of space but that's good cuz im sleepy and have 3% of battery lol #i wanted to reach chapter 260 but this works #14 last episodes for tomorrow woo #baki liveblog

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pixieposts · 3 years

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Dice Prompt 33: Ew that is so sappy I just might vomit

Want some self-indulgent fluff with a side of my secret addiction to poetry? Cause that’s what you’re getting.

AO3

“You know you could just talk to him”

“I have no idea what you mean, I am reading”

“No Cay, you’re holding a book up and occasionally glancing at it” Beauregard flicked his cheek, her voice rising as she continued to speak “in between staring at Fj—”

“Shh!” Caleb glared, cutting her off “okay okay I was looking, I was not staring, please keep it down”

She sighed, but the smirk on her face told him that it was sarcastic.

“Some sister you are”

“This is literally exactly what sisters are supposed to do, who even reads at a party? Do you want me to talk to him for you?”

“Absolutely not”

She bumped her shoulder into his suddenly, throwing him off balance and sending his book sliding across the old hardwood floors. He cursed, shoving her back and standing up as she laughed, eyes locked on his errant book.

As he caught up to it and stooped down, it was swiped from the floor by a large green hand. Caleb swallowed and stood slowly, feeling his cheeks heat as he looked up into Fjords smiling face.

“Beau messin’ with your books again?”

“You could say that, ja”

Fjord flipped the book open, and the heat in Caleb’s cheeks turned fierce, spreading to his ears and neck. Fjord read with a curious look on his face, amber eyes trailing across the page.

“I never saw you as the poetry type” Darrows voice teased from as he walked up “Pablo Neruda?”

Fjord smiled and shrugged “it’s not mine, but I like it” he turned back to Caleb “you highlighted this one, a favourite?”

“I--well in a way, yes... I only read it this morn--”

“Bitter love, a violet with its crown of thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?”

Caleb tried not to shiver as Fjord read, his low, smooth voice doing the words a service that Caleb felt his own never could. He made the almost-anger that Caleb had associated with the sonnet soften into something so much more vulnerable, almost sweet. Fjord smiled and held out the book, still open to the page he had been reading from. Caleb took it slowly, a jolt like lighting going through him as their fingers brushed, and he could almost convince himself he saw a similar expression flash over Fjord's face. He held the book to his chest, taking a steadying breath and mentally cursing Beauregard.

“Th-thank y--” “Do you have any other favourites?”

They blinked at each other for a moment, then Fjord chuckled and shrugged.

“Sorry, I just figured if you’ve been reading it, you might have some favourites?”

“I... do not usually read them out loud, I likely would not do it justice”

“Well” Fjord’s smiled softened “I won’t force you, of course...”

Caleb felt the familiar flutter in his chest when Fjord’s eyes found his again, and he opened the book instinctively, flipping through the pages.

“I loved you without knowing I did; I searched to remember you I broke into houses to steal your likeness, Though I already knew what you were like. And, Suddenly, When you were there with me I touched you, and my life stopped.”

He stopped reading, realizing with a sudden jolt that the room had gone quiet and the weight of many eyes was on him. He looked around in horror, seeing that yes, in fact, this was his worse nightmare. Everyone was staring, Beauregard’s expression dropped from good-natured teasing to guilty horror as she caught his eye. He looked up and met Fjord’s amber eyes, a look of shock on his face.

He dropped the book and ran.

He ran all the way out the door of the old duplex, down the three blocks to the nearly identical one he shared with Beauregard and Jester, and up the stairs. He fumbled with the key, collapsing against the inside of the door the second it was closed. He panted, chest heaving and lungs on fire as he tried to calm himself enough to get up without falling. His legs ached, his head ached, his chest ached. He absolutely could not ever go back there, in fact, he should probably just start packing now. He couldn’t face them again, not Beauregard or Jester, and definitely not Fjord.

Eventually, he dragged himself up and into the shower, pulled on his most comfortable pajamas, locked his bedroom door and burrowed down into his bed.

Maybe he could just hide out in here forever.

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He did hide, for a good three days in fact. He managed to sneak food into his mini-fridge while the others were sleeping off the hangovers from the night before and knew his housemates well enough to know when he was safe to use the bathroom without running into them. Beauregard knocked at one point, speaking in the tone closest to kindness, telling him that everyone got so drunk they wouldn’t even remember (“and it wasn’t even so bad anyway man, you’re good at reading out loud and stuff!”). He elected to ignore her.

Jester slid pictures under his door, a couple from her instant camera that showed the three of them at the beginning of the Cursed Evening, and one that she had drawn for him. It was pretty, and abstract piece with almost floral patterns hidden in the colours. He hung it up... but still did not speak.

He checked his socials almost obsessively, looking for any mention of his social faux pas.

Being one of the awkward quiet kids paid off sometimes, it looked like Beauregard was right about everyone forgetting.

By the end of the fourth day, he felt nearly ready to face the world again. In an effort to test the waters he crept out of his cave that evening and threw together an easy dinner of pasta with meat sauce. Half because he was sick of cold food, and half because it was something that both women would be distracted enough by to only tease him for a little while. Just as he was setting the table he heard the tell-tale sound of keys in the lock. He turned and pinned on a sheepish smile as the door opened.

Jester walked in laughing, but her eyes went huge when she caught sight of him standing there.

“Uhhmmm...”

Before she could explain, Beauregard walked through the door... followed by Fjord.

They all paused, staring at him as he stared back, feeling the colour drain from his face. He cleared his throat, setting down the last plate.

“Hallo.”

“Hey Cay” “Hi Caleeeb”

He looked at Fjord, whose cheeks had gone a ruddier shade of green, as he coughed.

“I um... I have extra, if you want to stay”

“No, I—well actually that would be—that is...” Fjord stumbled over his words before setting down his bag and pulling out Caleb's book “I came to give you this, and maybe talk to you? If you want I mean”

“Oh” his instinct to be polite kicked in as he nodded towards the living room “ja sure, do you want to-?”

“Yeah, yeah that works”

He heard the shuffle of the girls tossing their jackets and shoes and making their way to the table, and his nerves ramped up. They would definitely be eavesdropped, but there really wasn’t anywhere else to go in the house at the moment. He stopped in the middle of the living room, wishing absently that he had tidied up more today. There was a moment of mildly uncomfortable silence, before Fjord stepped closer to him, a sheepish look on his face.

“So... I wanted to return your book” he reached and rubbed the back of his head with one hand, the nervous tick was endearing and Caleb felt his expression soften “I also... well, I wanted to—want to apologize, for what happened”

“Apologize?”

“Yeah, I kinda pushed you into reading, and I shouldn’t have, it was shitty of me when I knew you’d probably be uncomfortable” he looked down, face dark again “You just have a great voice, I wanted to—well, it doesn’t matter, it was shitty”

“Oh” Caleb blinked in confusion “Well, thank you? You did not need to apologize; I do not blame you for it.” he paused, the rest of Fjord’s statement settling in his brain “you... like my voice?”

“Yeah” Fjord looked up, a tentative smile on his face “it’s nice, I like your accent. Why do you think I started going to those books and wine things Jester set up?”

“Oh” Caleb repeated, feeling like more of an idiot every time he said it “I-I never thought about it, well, no, I did think about it but I thought you were into Jest--” he bit his tongue, trying to stop the waterfall of stupidity that seemed intent on flowing from his mouth.

“You thought I liked...Jester?”

“Yes?”

“No”

“Oh”

They stood and stared at each other for a moment, Fjord's expression softening to a fond smile. He stepped farther into Caleb’s space, holding up the book slightly.

“You’re smart Cay, really smart, but I think you maybe missed a few points here”

“Explain them to me?”

“I started going to the wine nights because I liked listening to you talk, I asked you about your books, and your cat, and I wanted to hear you read the poem at the party because I like your voice. I like you darlin’, not Jes”

“You like... oh”

“There you go” Fjord flipped the book open, revealing a scrap of paper being used as a bookmark “you missed part of the poem you know”

Joy soared in Caleb's chest as the understanding that not only did Fjord like his voice, but he also liked him settled there. It filled him with a new kind of warmth, and sent a bright smile across his face.

“I know, tell me anyway?”

“When you were there with me I touched you, and my life stopped: You stood before me, ruling me. And you reign: Like a wildfire in the forest, and the flame is your dominion”

He reached out as he spoke, capturing a lock of Caleb's hair between his fingers. The red of his hair only looked more vibrate against the rich green of Fjords skin. A wildfire among the trees.

Caleb blushed, pulling his eyes from where Fjord held him to catch his gaze instead, and found him staring back. As they stared, Beauregard's voice rang out from the adjoining kitchen:

“Ew, that is so sappy I just might vomit.”

Caleb caught the mischievous glint in Fjord's eye only a moment too late.

“If you didn’t like that, you’ll hate this”

And then Fjord was kissing him, soft, almost chaste really, but with one hand in Caleb’s hair and one still trapped between them holding the book... it was perfect.

#I'm on my Widofjord Shiz as always #fluff #soft #WidoFjord #critical role fanfiction #my deeply secret love of poetry

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papichriscnco · 4 years

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‘My Ex is Here’ ~ Joel

Description: You and Joel are friends but you have some feels for him. You’re at a party when his ex shows up and he desperately begs you to kiss him.

The entire CNCO team was excited to be together again. After months of quarantine everyone had arrived back in Miami and intended to celebrate. You were part of the CNCO public relations team, after a few insightful posts online Ali noticed you had an eye for PR and decided to hire you as an intern. One thing led to another and before you knew it, you were second in charge of public relations for CNCO.

As you spritzed your face with setting spray you heard your phone vibrate on the bathroom counter, it was a quick phone call from Ali. Joel’s flight had been delayed and even though he had finally arrived in Miami, he would need a little while longer to get ready. You rolled your eyes straight away knowing what Ali was about to ask you.

“So you want me to wait until he’s ready?”

It made sense for you to wait around. You lived in the same complex as the rest of the boys and they had all left for the party. If anyone else was to wait for Joel, they would have to drive to the apartment to pick him up.

“Yes please.” she pleaded politely.

“Of course.”

After checking yourself out in the mirror, you walked to Joel’s apartment knocking on the door eagerly. You hadn’t seen any of the boys yet and you were more than happy to have some alone time with Joel. You were close to all of the boys but even as a fan you had a special place in your heart for Joel. You had expected it to disappear once you became friends with them. As time went on, your affection for Joel increased rather than diminished.

You could hear Joel on the other side of the door sluggishly dragging his feet to the door. You could hear him on the other side of the door and smiled waving your hand expecting him to be looking in the peephole. He quickly pulled the door open scooping you up in his arms. He grabbed your waist lifting you in the air before settling you inside his apartment.

“Bebita! Ali told me you might be coming to pick me up.” his hands were holding both of your shoulders squeezing gently.

“Are you almost ready?” you smiled looking down at his clothing. He was wearing jeans with a Gucci belt, his boxers a little higher than the waist of his pants. There was a floral shirt hanging on one of the dinner table chairs and he reached over to grab it. “Nice belt. You’re not as modest as you used to be.” you teased.

As he buttoned his shirt starting from the bottom and working his way up, he laughed at your joke rolling his eyes. He ran in his hands through his hair before poking your ‘Tiffany and Co’ necklace gently. “Oh like you can talk.”

“You bought this for me!” you tried to justify holding onto the piece of jewelry softly. It was a sweet gift he had given you for your last birthday. You were so happy when you received it you teared up.

“Come on,” he gestured his head towards the door as he pushed his wallet and apartment keys into his pockets.

As you walked into the party together, the boys swarmed around each other while the rest of the team came to speak to you. As everyone hugged the both of you hello, you noticed there were definitely more people around than you had expected. You thought it would be a party for just the team but you realised that it must have been the usual fillers. That’s what you called them. They were people that weren’t a part of the team but they usually scored an invite from someone.

As the night grewer darker, you found yourself on the dance floor moving with everyone and laughing together. It was louder than ever and you could feel the excitement of everyone being back together all at once. You spotted Richard across from you, his eyes meeting yours and you smiled as the both of you danced your way over to each other. His arms rested on your shoulders as he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead.

“I missed you my girl.” his knee stood between your legs as you danced against his body. “You walked in with Joel.” he noted suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at his comment. You had once confessed to Richard that you were a Joel girl ‘back in the day’ but you were almost positive that Richard knew you still were one. Ever since, he made jokes and snide comments about you and Joel. He had even tried to set you and Joel up but he knew that the both of you were too professional to take it further than the slight crush you had on each other.

“Shut up!”

You pushed on his chest aggressively but he just laughed holding his chest. He clutched it as he fell to the fall dramatising the pain you had inflicted. You continued to laugh at his reaction but before you could push your hand out to help him up, you saw Joel running towards you.

Your eyes trailed behind him and you noticed a group of girls hanging towards the back of the room. Immediately you spotted Joel’s ex-girlfriend. Her eyes following Joel’s every move. You were surprised she was here but their messy break up and her obsession with Joel reminded you, you shouldn’t be surprised at all.

“Kiss me!” he practically shouted standing in front of you. Richard’s head quickly bounced up looking at the both of you cautiously. Your head snapped down to Richard nervously and you looked back to Joel.

“What?” you asked surprised.

“I said kiss me. Quickly.” he gestured his hands for you to come closer, “my ex is here and I need her to back off.”

As you stood completely still, nervous to move, you were positive this was some kind of joke. Concerned that this incredible moment would be pulled from you, you stood completely still. Joel rolled his eyes, grabbing your neck and pulling your lips to his. You heard Richard gasp in surprise next to you and you smiled as your hands settled on Joel’s waist. With one hand holding your neck, he had a thumb pressed against your throat. Another hand sliding from your lower back and down to your ass gently.

You were surprised by his movements. He justified this kiss by saying it was for his ex but here he was, practically grabbing your ass. Your mind erased its thoughts, telling yourself this must have been part of the show. You hadn’t realised how long you had been kissing for but he pulled away, your bottom lip between his teeth as he tugged gently. He was smirking the entire time as your foreheads pressed together for a few moments.

You could feel Richard watching you both excited, his wide smile shining brightly through his eyes. As the song playing faded into the next, you pulled away from Joel blushing, “I think just the kiss would have worked,” you accidentally giggled pulling his hand away from your backside.

You hadn’t meant to turn into such a giggling mess after he kissed you but you couldn’t help it. You could feel the emotions bubbling up in your chest. Excitement, kindness and while you weren’t in love with Joel, you definitely saw yourself growing more affectionate for him. Joel was surprised by the intensity of the kiss, he hadn’t expected to take it so far and he blushed as a result. Quickly he threw his hands behind his back as though he had to control his urge to grab you again.

He cleared his throat nervously, “sorry. I just kind of,”

“Ran with it?”

“Yeah.” he breathed out.

After a few moments of awkward silence Joel turned his head noticing his ex’s gaze had long drifted away. Once Joel had turned, you noticed the looks of almost everyone you worked with watching along. While you had gotten rid of his ex, you were afraid you brought different attention to the both of you instead. Looking down in an attempt to avoid everyone's eyes, Richard threw an arm around your shoulders protectively guiding you away from the dance floor. You looked over your shoulder to catch Joel’s eye as he watched you walk away.

Joel drifted off to another group and while you weren’t acting like the kiss never happened you were both doing your best to act as normal as possible. Throughout the night, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting towards him. Unfortunately for the both of you, each time someone caught your gaze, you were met with a wink or kissy face, some of your coworkers just simply pointed towards Joel accusingly.

As the early hours of the morning deepened, Joel appeared next to you. You were at the bar ordering a drink when his arm pressed against your side, “Do you feel like everyone has been staring at us all night?”

Turning your head to look at Joel you smiled before looking around and noticing everyone watching the two of you like a movie. “I might leave soon just to avoid it.” you joked.

Joel hadn’t realised you were being sarcastic and his face fell almost instantly. Quickly he regained his composure, “no you can’t leave. We’re celebrating!”. Before you could respond, Joel turned his head looking around the rented apartment, he smirked as he looked at the door, “I have an idea.” He took your hand ignoring the excitement emanating from Richard who had been watching you closely.

You let Joel drag you out the front of the apartment, leading you to a staircase. “Where are you taking me?” you laughed.

“I need to get away from everyone.” As he looked around the staircase he saw a door with a small sign ‘rooftop’. He looked at you with his face lighting up from excitement, “perfect.” he mumbled pushing the door open.

The rooftop wasn’t anything special, there were a few lounge chairs and tables spread across the rooftop but Joel walked over settling on one of them as he took in his surroundings. Taking a seat next to him, you looked out at the view seeing all of Miami in front of you both.

“This is better.” you smiled as the air circulated around you both.

“I’m happy we’re back together,” he commented, “you know? All of us.”

“So am I. If I had to stay inside with my family for one more day I might have gone insane.” you joked.

Joel laughed. The laugh where it came from his throat as a small chuckle but you made him smile and that made you happy. As Joel thought back to his time in quarantine, he thought about all the times he decided he wanted to be more bold and live each moment to the fullest after all this. As you stared at each other peacefully, Joel decided to come clean.

“This whole thing,” he muttered, “quarantine and being isolated from everyone really made me think.”

“About?” you asked curiously.

“You.” he spoke honestly. He almost couldn’t look you in the eye, too nervous but after sharing a kiss even if you were just doing it to help him out, made him think maybe you felt the same. “You know, we’ve always been close. I’ve just been thinking maybe it’s time I am honest with you.”

“Honest with me?”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful. Then we got to know each other and I guess I started caring for you. I could have asked anyone to kiss me in there but I looked around to find you because I wanted to kiss you.” You felt the butterflies in your stomach intensify as Joel continued speaking. Joel waited for your reaction but you just smiled. You hadn’t realised he was finished speaking so he stood up embarrassed, “sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

As he moved towards the door you quickly stood up grabbing his hand. “No, wait!” you demanded. He turned his head to look at you waiting for you to continue. “If I were you,” you spoke smiling slightly, “I would kiss me...again.”

Joel turned the rest of his body around looking at your face almost like he was studying you. Now he was the one nervous to kiss you. He was scared that if he moved you would change your mind. So instead you stood on your tippy toes placing a hand on his face as you pressed your lips to his softly. This time the kiss was more gentle, his hands were settled on your waist while one slowly traced up your body and to your neck. A thumb gently stroking your cheek.

It was perfect for all of a few seconds before you both heard snickering, pulling away both your attentions moved to the rooftop door. Richard stood there with Erick watching the both of you with smug smiles.

“Are you for real?” Joel growled standing in front of you almost protectively. He was annoyed that they were ruining a private moment but once the two of them noticed you looking back at them, their snickers changed. They went from surprise to fear within a few seconds running away. Once you were alone again, the both of you laughed at the two boys. Joel placed a hand on your neck affectionately, “that kiss was interrupted so let’s do it again.” he smirked.

You giggled like a teenager covering your face embarrassed by his flirtatious comments. Joel was happy he could make you blush, it was a sign of your affection and without another moment passing he moved your hands before he leaned down to kiss you again.

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nctsiren · 3 years

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Thank you for turning on anon uwu for the ask game thingy can I ask these for all of the girls? daydreams, caress, ivory, golden, freckles, twilight, poppy, clouds, roses, lollipop, dimples, whisper, pencil, honey, velvet, strawberry, kiss, shampoo, lace, sapphos?

hewwo anon!!! thank u for requesting!! i’m sorry it’s late :(( hope you enjoy, nonetheless!! i enjoyed writing it 🥺

daydream-

hyeyoung: “i think i’ll say joan jett or debbie harry!! i admire them a lot, i love their music, and i think it’d be fun to be a rock singer.”

mila: “i think it’d be nice to be beetle. i’ve always wondered how his mind works. being a dog seems cool”

evie was answered in my other post!!

jimin: “seulgi unnie!! i’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be perfect ;)”

caress-

hyeyoung: “i love to snuggle... i like when johnny lays between my legs with his head on my chest. it makes me so happy.”

mila: “yes... but i play hard to get with some of the wayv members. i feel at ease cuddling with ten.”

evie was answered in my other post!!

jimin: “there are hundreds of youtube comps of me being snuggly and affectionate .. i just love my members”

ivory-

hyeyoung: “i wear matching sets. like the pants and the button up shirt? or the silk/satin shorts and matching tank tops. i love cute pajamas, i always have.”

mila: “i usually wear a sports bra and boxers or shorts.”

evie: “big shirt and my underwear.”

jimin: “usually a big hoodie and shorts!”

golden-

hyeyoung: “i cannot choose!! i own lots of stationary, and i scrapbook, as well.”

mila: “i’m not really a stationary person. just gimme some lined paper and i am all good.”

evie: “i love a good pen.”

jimin: “AHH i’m a sucker for the cute stationary cards. i like writing letters and notes”

freckles-

hyeyoung: “honestly, i have a pair of black cigarette pants that i love to pieces. i wear them often- they just go with everything and are so comfortable!”

mila: “i... honestly probably this hoodie i stole from lucas. it’s super big and comfy. if i don’t wear it at certain times i feel like something bad will happen ://“

evie: “i have this big, chunky grandpa sweater that’s striped and i wear it to the point where it might start falling apart.”

jimin: “it’s not really a clothing item, but i’ve worn the lily necklace chenle gave me every day since i got it. and my necklace that’s just my name, jimin, in cursive.”

twilight (this is their best friend outside of the other girls)-

hyeyoung: “i know it’s cheesy, but johnny, for obvious reasons... i’m also quite close to irene unnie, as well as jaehyun and taeyong. it’s hard for me to pick.”

mila: “ten.”

evie: “i legitimately cannot pick outside of the girls... maybe lucas... or yuta... or doyo... i don’t fucking know.”

jimin: “chenle- i’m stuck with him.”

poppy-

hyeyoung: “pink. i’m not even much of a pink girl, but pastel pink is lovely.”

mila: “is... pastel orange a thing? i see it in my mind, but i don’t know if anyone else can.”

evie: “green. green is my favorite color in general, all shades.”

jimin: “lavender and periwinkle are my favorite colors outside of grey and white.”

clouds-

hyeyoung: “it was me alone in a practice room, but the room had large windows in it and it was so light. i was dancing- there was no music playling, but i still was. i felt so happy, and i stopped after twirling because johnny had arrived and he just smiled at me with so much love in his eyes.”

mila: “i honestly don’t remember my dreams, but i remember how i felt during them?”

evie was answered in my other post!!

jimin: “all of my dreams are weird and i don’t have a favorite because they’re too bizarre to enjoy.”

roses-

hyeyoung: “red roses... my late grandma, who was the person i loved most in the world, loved red roses.”

mila: “i think... tulips.”

evie was answered in my other post!!

jimin: “lilies, but not because of my name. my loved ones give them to me because of my name, but i love them because i receive them from my loved ones LMAO”

lollipop-

hyeyoung: “lipstick is my favorite. nice reds and pinks. i never go dark with lipstick- only dark eye makeup.”

mila: “i love ALL makeup”

evie: “i kind of hate wearing makeup, but i guess i’d pick eyebrow stuff.”

jimin: “mascara and blush! i like the heavy blush look.”

dimples-

hyeyoung: “my favorite thing is when i see people’s eyes crinkle when they smile. smiles and lips- oh, lips- are so beautiful.”

mila: “i love the variety of expressions that people can show even in a matter of seconds. i love seeing the range of emotions and thoughts on people’s faces.”

evie: “i love noses. all noses. also, i think facial structures are so lovely and unique. everyone is different.”

jimin: “smiles and eyes. i think eyes are so, so beautiful. i’ve never met anyone with eyes that aren’t beautiful. and smiles are heavenly because seeing a person’s joy written on their face is priceless.”

whisper-

hyeyoung: “i usually get the amount you’re supposed to get. i tend to go to bed earlier and wake up earlier. my alarm is santeria by sublime, like johnny’s...”

mila: “i have horrible, horrible insomnia and only get a very little amount.”

evie was answered on my other post!! ++ she also will sleep through ANYTHING even her alarms

jimin: “i either get too much or too little.”

pencil-

hyeyoung: “i bullet journal to plan, and i also write down the things that make me anxious during the day so that i can reflect and see what i could do next time to sooth myself more”

mila: “lined notebooks full of songs that i keep in a specific drawer. if i need to get out anything, it escapes my mind in a song”

evie: “my journals are 10% words, 90% drawings.”

jimin: “i have my song journals, but then i have my jimin journals which hold every intimate thought or emotion i have ever felt.”

honey-

hyeyoung: “baby or love. those are what johnny most commonly calls me. he likes to call me angel, too, and that really gets me :) .. we also call each other chipmunk.”

mila: “i used to hate being called lala, but now i love it. it’s also cute when evie calls me baozi, because i call her shumai. i also like bun.”

evie’s is answered on my other post!!

jimin: “uhh... baby, minmin (thanks, jisung), i like when people call me flower too 🥺”

velvet-

hyeyoung: “my first crush? i saw kurt cobain when i was little and thought he was the most handsome man i’d ever seen- i listened to a lot of nirvana growing up. a lot of people don’t expect me to like things like grunge or rock, but it’s very much my style!! im just shy and don’t dress to reflect it.”

mila: “i watched hercules when i was really little and became obsessed with meg. yup. it was the classic ‘i just thought i wanted to be her!’ but nope. gay.”

evie: “i don’t remember?! i think it was when i was in secondary school, because i didn’t like anyone for a while. just this classmate... and i was a cringe little fuck.”

jimin: “the first notable one i remember was when i was in second grade... i was reading twilight and fell in love with edward. yes, i was reading twilight in second grade, yes when i got to breaking dawn my mom didn’t let me read part of the honeymoon. i also had a crush on bella, and to this day, i would be in a throuple with robert pattinson and kristen stewart.”

strawberry-

hyeyoung: “cherries and strawberries, because they taste best covered in chocolate.”

mila: “mangos are so fucking good.”

evie: “grapes are arguably the best fruit and gumdrop grapes are arguably the best kind.”

jimin: “watermelon, bitchesssss”

kiss-

hyeyoung: “i mean, my first kiss was with a boy i was friends with when i was in america. we had both smoked a cigarette before it (i just wanted to try it) so it tasted bad. the other guys i kissed i weren’t proper friends with, and then johnny.”

mila: “um, ive kissed evie, like, when we were dating. i havent kissed many people to be honest...”

evie: “i kissed mila, i’ve kissed lily (a friendly peck), i’ve ALMOST kissed hyeyoung, i’ve kissed some of my guy friends and girl friends predebut- so, yes, i have kissed friends. and people who aren’t friends. i just like to kiss.”

jimin: “... sigh. renjun, chenle, evie, The Ex We Don’t Talk About, yeri (friendly, like with evie), and probably a few other friends in a non-romantic way? i dunno”

shampoo-

hyeyoung: “my favorite scent is johnny’s versace cologne, his shampoo, and his skin. definitely roses. i also love my perfume smell, clean linen, and i love the smell of champagne.”

mila: “i like the smell of cigarettes... YES i know it’s bad, but it calms me down. i’d also pick the smell of rain, or beetle, because he always smells good.”

evie: “the smell of paint and pencils is so comforting. i also like nature smells. when the air smells cold, it’s so nice. and the OCEAN.”

jimin: “home-y smells? laundry, and warm smells... lavender and florals, my perfume, and the smell of summer nights and bonfires. also any of my members.”

lace-

hyeyoung: definitely a dress person, is definitely in love with the classiness and sleeves of that first one, and is definitely happy about how sexy she looks in that second one.

mila: is NOT a dress person and prefers dresses that she can go braless with and are comfortable

evie: this is just Evie and we all know it

jimin: the first one is cute on it’s own AND with a big sweater/sweatshirt over it, and the second one make her feel like she on a european holiday

sapphos-

hyeyoung: “jiminnie :) she writes such beautiful poetry- i’m very thankful that she chose to share some with me!”

mila: “i don’t think i have a favorite poet, to be honest... i like kate bush, though, and i know she’s a singer, but she’s truly a poet.”

evie: “michael faudet. he wrote a series of poetry books, his first is called ‘dirty pretty things’ and it’s really 18+ but i thought it was gorgeous. i have all of his books.”

jimin: “asking me to pick a favorite poet is like asking me to pick a favorite member- can’t do it.”

#nct siren #nct siren;; q&a #nct siren;; misc #just siren things #hyeyoung shon #mila zhou #evie wu #lily na

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deathvsthemaiden · 3 years

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You post a lot of really cool fashion stuff! What are some of your favorite styles :0

Omg hi Charlie! 💛🦑 That’s such an interesting question 🤔 (And thank u btw 🥺 I’m glad u like my taste!! Tasteful recognizes tasteful so same hat! 🎩🥂) when I reblog stuff some of it is “I would hypothetically wear this for sure” and some of it is “this is such a cool concept I wouldn’t wear it in any setting if you paid me tho❤️ but A+ for artistry❤️” and a lot of stuff is like “oh I need to save this to maybe use as an art ref someday *proceeds not to tag it because I come here everyday specifically to be careless and not think of the future*” aqgajqjaqjhsjw

The first thing I thought of when I got this ask is that I’m obsessed with pants 😔 I’m just so thankful for pants 🤕🤲🏽 bonus points if they’re printed and/or wide legged. And the same goes for long clothing in general (1 piece dresses, coats, skirts, gloves, boots, socks etc) I love lantern and bell sleeves..... and shawls and ponchos and cape coats..... it’s the Muslim in me but I prefer most things to be loose fitting and not too layered wjwkqjjn and let me think of what else... love the concept of a jumpsuit but I’ve never owned one 🤔 also love when things have pockets or intricate embroidery or floral patterns. Can not stand most mostly-white clothing. If I reblog some all white outfit on here it means it’s just but barely pretty enough for me to forgive it for not being red. or yellow. or black. or covered in flowers and fruit and suns and moons. or literally anything else that isn’t boring and obnoxiously easy 2 stain or see through 🤨 I’m south asian and I’ve always found formal Pakistani formal wear more personally appealing to wear at events I’ve attended in the past than most modern ball gowns or however u choose to describe them whanwja both are good don’t get me wrong but even to prom I wore Pakistani clothing from my closet because all prom dresses in American stores were either too revealing for my personal and religious preferences or modest but mad expensive and not suited enough to my tastes to justfy spending $$$ on 😪

This is very stream of consciousness but I tried! 😭 idk a thing abt the art or science of fashion I just go hot or not in my head and have nothing but practicality and personal preference to justify my verdicts qhakqmnaw 😳

#asks #what abt you? 👀#I hope you’re having a lovely day/evening btw! 💖❣️💟💞

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sweetc2020 · 4 years

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weird asks that say a lot from @julietgiulia

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Neither

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Shy, conscientious, perfectionist

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Glasses

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? All contributors

7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuddies :)

8. movies or tv shows? Movies

9. favourite smell in the summer? Hot soil, flowering plants, fruit and needle trees, post rain, towel after ocean swim, wind through car window driving through forest(ed highway)

10. game you were best at in p.e.? Hockey, soccer, california kickball, high jump and arm hang?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Usually oatmeal or millet with omegas, fruit and oat milk or avocado bagel with black pepper and nutritional yeast

12. name of your favourite playlist? A nice mix for ness

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. favourite non-chocolate candy? Licorice, candied fennel or anise seeds

15. favourite book you read as a school assignment? Les miserables, The thief lord, The cellist of Sarajevo - off the top

16. most comfortable position to sit in? Slumpy posture, one leg over or under the other, knee tuck or apple sauce

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Hiking boots or black sambas

18. ideal weather? Sunny after rain a little windy

19. sleeping position? No pillow usually on my left or on my back or front with one leg bent

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Notebook or notes app

21. obsession from childhood? Fairies and making homes

22. role model? Opa

23. strange habits? Not sure what qualifies as strange

24. favourite crystal? Not really into them but maybe jade or quartz

25. first song you remember hearing? I turned out a punk or something by Joe Strummer

26. favourite activity to do in warm weather? Backpacking

27. favourite activity to do in cold weather? Cuddling, snowy adventuring, dancing

28. five songs to describe you? Hazel (bob dylan), Planted a thought (arthur russell), Junie (solange), Corridor of dreams (the cleaners from venus), Even cowgirls get the blues (emmylou harris)

29. best way to bond with you? Quality time, presence, care, spontaneity / silly curiousity

30. places that you find sacred? Oma and Opa’s yard and greenhouse, forest, Veluwe, ocean

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Floral dress, nice earrings with sambas and sweatshirt or hiking boots, wool socks and over shirt, with shorts and tank top

32. top five favourite vines? Fresh avocado is the only one that comes to mind

33. most used phrase in your phone? Yay sweet and or That’s funny

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Can’t think of any

35. average time you fall asleep? 2am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably one of those justgirlythings ones here or Fb I have no idea

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? Tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon tart

40. weirdest thing to ever happen to you at your school? High school - Maybe bear spray yoe evac? authority figure telling me what I was wearing was inappropriate? psych teacher crying in class? Post sec - Tiktok famous boy makes a tiktok of me knitting in psych class? boy crushing steals my textbook just to get me to go to his car so he can return it to me?

41. last person you texted? Daisy 🌼

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? BOTH

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie

44. favourite scent for soap? Rose, patchouli, rosemary, lavendar, mint, etc.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Naked

47. favourite type of cheese? Cashew cheese or if I could brie

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? White nectarine but there are so many to try!

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “She walked with her entire body as if to gain momentum for an event in which her entire body would participate.” - Anaïs Nin (A spy in the house of love)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Probably my kid best friend

51. current stresses? Health issues, unstable income

52. favorite font? Freight rn

53. what is the current state of your hands? Coffee shakes

54. what did you learn from your first job? Hundreds of PLU’s, how to pack groceries, how messy and wasteful people are, that everyone should have to do a customer service job in their lifetime, how really great and awful people are, that I shouldn’t let other people’s stresses make me feel like I should be stressed, that quitting is good sometimes

55. favourite fairy tale? The six swans, Vasalisa the wise, Baba yaga, Bluebeard, Rumpelstiltskin, The red shoes, The velvet ribbon, Goldilocks and the three bears, and many many more

56. favourite tradition? Writing letters and cards, dressing up for halloween, celebrating birthdays

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Eating disorder, depression and heartbreak (although these are things I still need to keep being overcome)

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Writing, taking notes, learning about my body, feeling for what resonates

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Heyo, how bout that!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Nausicaä of the valley of the wind (hayao miyazaki)

61. favourite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Recently found on my Tumblr feed from a book waiting on my shelf: “I want to believe, walking those aimless nights, that I was praying. For what I’m still not sure. But I always felt it was just ahead of me. That if I walked far enough, long enough, I would find it–perhaps even hold it up, like a tongue at the end of its word.” - Ocean Vuong (On earth we’re briefly gorgeous)

62. seven characters you relate to? In no particular order, not long thought out: 1) Sabina (A spy in the house of love), 2) Elio (Call me by your name), 3) Patti (Just kids), 4) Sally (The ruby in the smoke), 5) Camille (Un amour de jeunesse), 6) Dani (Midsommar), 7) Orla (Derry Girls)

63. five songs that would play in your club? I follow rivers - the magician remix (lykke li), JA! (bizzey), Gasolina (daddy yankee), Nice for what (drake), This must be the place - naive melody (talking heads) / love my way (psychedelic furs)

64. favourite website from your childhood? Myscene, Club penguin - those free gaming websites

65. any permanent scars? A few on my face from tables and my dog, one on my knee from flip flops on a boat launch, a few burns here and there that probably aren’t permanent

66. favourite flower(s)? Always changing, echinacea and yellow roses rn

67. good luck charms? Change on the ground, nice earrings, well worn shoes, spotting flowers or animals

68. worst flavour of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Cream of mushroom

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Popped in my head, maybe not the most fun - the flower bud in the centres of apple tree fruiting spurs make the king fruit (the biggest and best apple from each spur) and if you pick the king blossom then all the surrounding blossoms will be bigger and better

70. left or right handed? Right

71. least favourite pattern? Galaxy?

72. worst subject? Economics

73. favourite weird flavour combo? Miso and apple, blueberries and coconut curry, orange juice and beer (I don't know if its really possible to find a “weird” combo maybe it’s more like “not found in my culture”)

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 5 if 0 is no pain (I don't think I’ve been above 8.5)

75. when did you lose your first tooth? No idea

76. what’s your favourite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Gnocchi or boerenkool

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? Flowering plants

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Station coffee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? School id

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? I don't think I have much experience with either

82. pc or console? I cannot either way

83. writing or drawing? This is my kryptonite question

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts if I had to choose

84. barbie or polly pocket? Polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology (stories are linked more)

86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies

87. your greatest fear? My health issues keep accumulating and getting worse forever

88. your greatest wish? My health issues resolve

89. who would you put before everyone else? Myself, Suzmom or Marleymoon

90. luckiest mistake? Choosing mini school, don't regret it but maybe not the best decision

91. boxes or bags? Bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight and rocksalt lamps

93. nicknames? Ness, nessie, nessa, bean, bear, benjamin, kindje, sweet pea

94. favourite season? Late spring or late summer

95. favourite app on your phone? Flo, Spotify, Google maps, notes, weather, find my

96. desktop background? Santa Catalina Island off the coast of Southern California

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 7+

98. favourite historical era? I love revolutions and renaissances but all of em have hard times and good times

#questions #mine

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zerot0all · 5 years

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[11:58 pm] M

(Part 6 of New Boys in Town)

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-illusion-

Your mindset was another ... a night full of hell bent sexual frustration was what you begged for. But what your body was receiving was the complete opposite.

Hongjoong was taking care of you. Caressing your body like you were about to disappear. His kisses were gentle , touches seemed to ghost over your skin and make you beg for more. But something in his eyes spoke volumes.

He wanted to enjoy you.

Every inch of you that he hasn’t had in months. So he made love to you. Your sighs of pleasure were unstoppable the more his mouth seemed to consume your cunt , his tongue lapping up your juices as if he were thirsting for years. Sucking harshly yet setting light kisses on your nub to compliment the slight pain with gentle pleasures.

“No matter what happens baby girl ... you will always be ours.” He mumbled deeply into your cunt once you came on a whimper, it being your fourth one that night.

Your eyes glazed over as you nodded in agreement, letting him know you understood but not really. You were in a hazy state of pleasure in which no one would be able to get to you.

“You taste delicious... just how I remember.” His sudden groan into your skin was appealing, making you shudder in bliss. Having him on you was another level of intimacy than the tiny kisses he would leave on your neck occasionally.

Maybe it was in the way he moved over your body, or the way he set himself up between your thighs that made you see stars. Enjoying the way his hands moved down towards your heat once more to play with your cunt, opening you up for himself. His cock was hard and ready for you since the moment you both left the restaurant. Leaking and throbbing for your attention , the engorged tip swollen to the point of pain. It was a matter of seconds before he was sinking into your warm , tight hole , when he moaned into your mouth. Kissing you into another dimension.

He held you close the moment he found his rhythm. Rocking into you like a dance , following your body the way you would enjoy it. He was making you his ... but this wasn’t possession... this was obsession. And even as the thought ran past your mind , you couldn’t help but moan his name. He began hitting that deep spot that makes you shake, sending you into a euphoric state. Your legs were now thrown over his hips, buckling him in the harder he thrusted into you. His pace picking up, making you throw your head back on a scream.

“That’s it baby girl ... cum on my cock.” He panted heavily as he felt your cunt begin to squeeze his length , it twitched then exploded deep within you bringing along both climaxes. Your scream was muffled with his mouth , kissing you passionately as you both tried to regain your sanity. Your body shook as your thighs still clamped around him tightly , soft whimpers escaped your trembling lips letting him know you were drained. Sex with him wasn’t just sex ... it was extraterrestrial. Out of this world type of loving that you could only get with him. The others have also set new boundaries to your body. They all held a special place in your heart ... but it all came down to the simple statement: this isn’t real !

This can’t be ....

The rest of the night you ended up between his arms , snoozing off into a wondrous world of sweet dreams. Being held so tightly and lovingly was a feeling you wanted forever ... you felt protected.

But for how long?

The following morning went without speaking , the boys began working hard on their next comeback. Studio time went from early in the morning to late at night. It was rare when you were able to see them. At times , some of them were gone for days while a few stayed behind at the apartment with you. There was a moment where you even thought they were squeezing you into their schedule, just so you wouldn’t feel alone. In that specific moment , an urge began to grow within you.

You felt hopeless. Useless and bothersome.

You felt like you were getting in the way of their success and you had nothing to fall back on.

Thoughts about how life would be without them seemed to tease you.. late at night when you slept alone , you remembered life before them. You were so new to the country , but met them almost immediately. They happen to be your beacon of hope. They gave you the love and family you craved for. They kept you safe.

You heard nothing from them till maybe a week later. When dinner happened to be a family setup. You had gone out for a stroll in the park , walking back into their place to a table full of food. You were starving , and sitting around it , waiting for you were the guys.

“Come here baby,” San spoke sofly, his smile making his dimples appear. You nodded and went over to sit next to him and Wooyoung. Both boys leaned into you, placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks. Everyone began to eat , a silent bond keeping everyone on the same page. They fed you, smiled and grazed your body slightly. But something in the atmosphere seemed off.. Hongjoong hasn’t even looked up from his plate, same thing with Seonghwa. You tried to ignore it ... till maybe during the middle of the meal Jongho breath out harshly.

“This is literally eating at me .. just fucking tell her already!” He spoke in an angry manner. His eyes menacing as he glared at Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Both guys thought about it and finally looked towards your still frame.

“W-What’s wrong?” You stuttered , fear crawling up your spine the longer they took.

“Our manager received a letter ...” Hongjoong started , taking a sudden pause.

“The letter was threatening to expose us ... and,” Seonghwa added then also stopped. Like as if the finale of their statement was going to hurt you more.

“And what?” You asked suddenly. You were desperate now.

“Expose us and you...someone found out about us.” Yunho finally finished. A chill ran all throughout your body as the news set into your bones, and heart. You’re all about to be exposed ? Why? How?

You were shocked , trying to blink back your confusion.

“We have an idea... but I don’t think you’ll like it.” Seonghwa started , going to stand. But you remained stuck, your were frozen in fear. Still not sure what exactly was going on.

“I have a friend who owns a floral shop just outside of the city , she’s willing to give you a job and rent you a room. The sooner we get you out of here the faster this threat will die down.” Seonghwa went on, his words meaning to calm your nerves but all you could think about was..

“I’m getting sent away?” Your voice shook, tears wanted to spill. Through glossy eyes, you watched as all their faces dropped with sadness at your question.

“No, no baby. I mean, this will be for your safety. The last thing we want is for your image and info to get leaked.” Wooyoung quickly goes to hug you, enveloping you tightly. Their eyes dropped as you finally let a tear slip. The reality of the situation causing you to become numb as they go on with explaining.

Apparently Seonghwa has a friend outside of the city, a few hours away to be exact who owns a floral shop. You were meeting her that following weekend to get the issue resolved. In the mean time , the guys have done all they could to cater to all your needs. But you became almost void. You tried to smile back or converse in anyway possible but as you began to pack your stuff , it set in.

You were leaving them.

They were sending you off.

Even if it was for your safety ... this shit hurt deeply.

The weekend came quicker than you anticipated, packing your things into a small van late at night. The manager was still a bit confused as to why the guys were being threatened about someone who was ‘Hongjoongs significant other’ , little does he know of the complicated situation. But he knew that any news of the boys being leaked to be used against them was bad news for the company. Not sure how Seonghwa convinced the manager to help us out but he did. Grateful to get rid of the problem ... which was you.

You shudder in disbelief as the trip to the floral shop begins. A three hour drive seemed to end briefly, making your nerves spike.

The town was small but fairly quaint. The shop was on the other side of town, almost near the end. The time was past midnight when Seonghwa went to knock on a door on the side of the place. A small two floor building which held the floral shop on the first floor and , what you’d guess would be the home on the second floor. The door opened seconds later to a petite figured female. Her brown hair was being held up in a messy bun as she smiled up at Seonghwa. The friends both hugged eachother like they haven’t seen one another since they were in grade school. Quickly , her eyes shot to you. They were dark but maybe that was because of the night.

“Jaime, this is y/n ... and y/n , this is Jaime. We grew up together. She’s like the sister I always wanted.” He smiled widely as he moved to the side to let Jaime finally get a good look at you.

“The famous y/n... great to finally meet you. Come on in.. I’ve set up your room already.” She grinned , making your nerves settle. You kept telling yourself that this was a good idea, that this was the only way to help the guys and yourself out. Because if you remained around them ... things could only get worse.

You followed Jaime up a long flight of stairs coming to a halt , a wooden door suddenly opened to a beautiful small studio. The bed sat next to the window , over looking the town. The kitchen was mainly what you would use, along with a small fridge. Something only one person would need to survive. The guys began to set your things down. Setting your bags and luggage in your room... your home for now. You stood silent in the middle of the room , unable to process what was actually happening. The guys were setting you up in your place so they could leave.

The farewell didn’t take long , having Hongjoong pushing the guys out. Tears began to shed from the younger ones , holding on to you like it would be their last time. Once Seonghwa got the others out, you were left alone with Hongjoong.

“This is not a goodbye or a farewell baby girl ... we will see eachother soon. We will clean this mess up and be back for you. We promise. We will visit as much as we can. But please ... please be patient.” His eyes wavered a bit, getting glossy the longer he remained in your presence. You nodded , aware of his promise but still your heart couldn’t help but shatter. Hongjoong quickly grabbed your face, and placed a heated kiss on your quivering lips. He wanted to leave with your taste on his tongue , something he would have to keep him sane till then.

A sad departure was making you crazy , as you watched Hongjoong walk out. You could hear the guys outside with Jaime. Being nosy.. you approached the window. Listening to as much as you could.

“Jaime ... I ... we can’t thank you enough. We will try to fix this shit as soon as possible so you’re not dragged into it.” Seonghwa murmured , his face had fallen into a sulk just like the others.

“Don’t worry about it ... she’s no bother to me. Like i promised when we were kids ... I’ll be here for you no matter what and if she means the world to you then she means the world to me too.” Jaime had replied with such a pure honest essence in her tone , you couldn’t help but feel somewhat better than usual. You let another tear slip your dreary eyes as one boy finally looked up to watch you.

Mingi... his pout and wet cheeks had told you so much. He was in pain but so were the other boys. In the mindset to keep you pleased , mingi winked up at you. Giving you the calming manner you so wished for.

They drove off soon after ... taking with them your heart, mind and soul.

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[MS]

-FYI- next chapter will be the end of New Boys in Town.

Go to part 1 to get the links of the other parts...

Part One

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