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chrisevansmaid · 3 years

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Virginal

Summary: You go to a beach town in search of losing your virginity. The server at dinner is extra cute but it's also young Chris evans.

*this pic is from chris’s twitter*

MUST BE 18+!!!!

I see everyone saying this, so 18+ pleaseeeee. Begoneeeee youngins

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, Young!Chris Evans x minor!reader, (Name inserted but you can switch it to yours)

Word Count: 3393

Perspective: Reader

Warnings: SMUTTT, p in v, mentions of smoking weed / dab pen, oral sex (female receiving), FLUFF AND ANGST, high sex, lowkey rough sex, dirty talk, degrading dirty talk, EXPLICIT sexual content, age gap, minor having sex with non-minor (17F with 20M),

Authors note:

FIRST FIC YAY!!!!!! Don't be mean pls <3.

I’m really bad at tenses so if it keeps switching from present to past tense sorry. The only grammar corrector I’m using is grammarly so if something doesn’t make sense oopsie, I’m too lazy from spending a while on this fic to go anal and analyze every sentence for errors.

Okay so… I’m a pisces which basically means I can never stop daydreaming. Also the backstory is lowkey gonna be my backstory lol. This is how I wished I lost my virginity plus make it Chris evans.

*THIS IS NOT BASED OFF OF CHRIS ITS FULLY FROM MY IMAGINATION*

Idk I'm bored and it's summer so I have nothing to do. YES THIS IS ABOUT A MINOR BUT IN MY STATE THE AGE OF CONSENT IS 16 SO CHILL.

18+ PLEASE STOP READING NOW IF YOU ARE A MINOR

So I’m a virgin. Not because I am a prude or anything, but it never worked. I like to self diagnose so my conclusion is I have vaginismus. That is basically rolled into my cervix/vagina clenches up whenever I try to have sex so no dick fits in and if anything does fit it's incredibly painful. It's not a matter of being turned on cus I could have Niagara Falls in my panties and it still wouldn’t work, trust me. Even being fingered was awful and I’ve been fingered like 10 times and none of them were enjoyable. My sister says I’m just really tight. Idk. I can finger myself and it's good-ish, I mean how far up can you reach with your own hand?

But I’ve had enough of being a virgin and I just want someone to blow my back out. Preferably some sexy older guy. And because I’m sick and tired of having an untapped pussy I’ve devised a plan. I am going to the beach in a week or so and I am going to find the guy who I had my first kiss with and have him fuck me. Or some other hot guy I meet. But to make sure my inhibitions are lowered and my vagina doesn’t clench from nerves I am gonna get a little high before.

1 week later.

My mom, stepdad, and I arrive at the beach and it is so pretty. I love this beach. It brings back so many good memories. I am rooming with my childhood friend, Sarah, and she knows I want to get fucked. We’ve snuck out before and we are so excited for this week. I take a picture of the beach and put it on my Snapchat story with my location tagged. This will let my first kiss know I’m near him so he can hit me up to fuck me.

The day goes by kinda slow because all I could think of was walking up and down the boardwalk trolling for hot men. Finally, night comes and all the families that are at the beach go to dinner. I was kinda bored but then our server came. He was something else.

“Hi my name’s Chris and I’ll be your server tonight.” Ugh. Even his voice made my whole body warm up. His greenish blue eyes stared into my soul as he took my order. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly quaffed and the way his black shirt hugged his biceps was absolutely sinful. Okay yes, he was probably in his early twenties but who said I was ageist. If anything an older man would know how to fuck a woman better than any stupid high school senior that I would meet.

I got up to go to the bathroom and saw Chris on my way. We locked eyes and didn't break contact until I went into the bathroom. As I stepped out of the bathroom I saw him again. It looked like he was waiting for me. His body was leaned up against the wall across from the bathroom I had just exited. He stopped me and said “Call me.” and handed me a piece of paper. Before I had a chance to say anything he turned and I was watching his perfect ass walk away.

I went back to the table as if nothing happened. I don’t think anyone noticed my uncontrollable smile. Throughout the dinner, I could not tear my eyes away from our sexy server. I think Sarah noticed but I was gonna tell her about it when my parents weren’t right there. We finished dinner and all went back to the beach house. When we got back I told Sarah and she was so shook. We were racking our brains on what I should text Chris. I didn’t want to come off too strong but also I wanted this man to fuck me. So we settled on:

“Hey”

Yes. I know it's lame but he’s older defffffinitely older and I can’t act too young. Ugh, I am so scared of his response it's absolutely killing me. Sarah, two other girls that came to the beach, and I decide to go out for ice cream. At least ice cream would take my mind off waiting for a response. As we wait in line I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and it’s Chris.

“I thought I told you to call me” His response is very bold but for some reason, it only intrigues you more. Immensely more. I show Sarah and she smiles.

“Guess who’s getting her wish tonight.”

“Oh my god,” I respond. “What do I say?” I am literally so scared that he will think I’m too young or too much of a child.

“Um, don’t say anything. Call him.” Sarah says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Do I actually call him? I’m literally getting the worst knots in my stomach and now I have to shit and I’m literally so nervous over a phone call. I am not a spontaneous person. AT ALL.

“Okay, I’m gonna call him.” I say to Sarah after literally pondering this for 5 minutes.

Oh god. This is so scary. I tell Sarah to get me a vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and I step out of the line. I go to the walkway near the ice cream shop away from the crowd so I can hear better. I dial his number and put the phone to my ear.

It rings like 3 times and he picks up.

“Hey.” He says and his voice is even sexier than I remember.

“Hey.” I literally didn’t know what to say and I am pacing up and down the sidewalk.

“So you must be the hot girl I gave my number to.”

“And you must be the sexy server.” Some wave of confidence came over me and that was the best response I could come up with.

“So what’s your name?”

“Olivia and if I remember correctly, your name is...” I paused to let him fill in the blank

“Chris.”

“Chris, that's right.” I wanted to come off like I didn’t hang onto every word he said and so I played it off like his name wasn’t already filling my fantasies.

“So Liv, when am I gonna see you again?” He asks and this caught me a little off guard that he would jump straight to the point but I guess why prolong the inevitable.

“I don’t know, when are you free?”

“Can I pick you up tonight around 12?” Ugh yes. My plan was filling out nicely.

“Sounds great.” I mean what else am I supposed to say?

“Send me where you’ll be and I’ll pick you up then.” His assertive tone was a panty fucking dropper.

“Okay. See you then Chris.” I’ve picked up from my previous male experiences that if you say a guy's name he’ll be more inclined to fuck you. I mean I totally pulled that out of my ass but I wanted to sound like a confident vixen, not some 17 year old virgin.

“Bye Liv.” The way he made up a nickname for me had me reddening in my cheeks and warming in my core. I say bye and hang up. As soon as the call ends I’m running back to Sarah and telling her every little detail. Okay, I really needed to get back home and shit.

Sarah, the other girls, and I go back to the house and hang out for like an hour, and then it’s 11 and all the parents are asleep. I need to start preparing. So I take a phat shit and then shower even though I showered before dinner but I need to wash off my nervous sweats. I shave everywhere and when I get out I lotion my entire body, put on my sexy lingerie, and douse myself with perfume. I do my makeup but it’s simple and of course waterproof. I text Chris the address of the beach house but tell him to pick me up a couple houses down. I tell Sarah she needs to sneak out with me so if we get caught I can pretend me and her were just hanging outside the house. Sarah and I sneak out the back and bring her cart. I take a couple hits to calm myself down because god forbid I tense up before he can get his dick in. It's like 11:55. God my stomach is in knots.

It’s 12. ‘Oh god’ I think to myself. I see a white range rover pull up at the end of the block. I say bye to Sarah and walk to the car. I see his face. Oh, fuck still sexy. I open his car door and jump into the passenger seat.

“Hey.” I say

“Hey, Liv.” He says back. Him saying that little nickname he gave me is so much hotter in person. So so so much hotter. I think he knows what it does to me because his lips curl into a smirk. “Let’s go for a drive.” Chris says.

“Okay, I’m down.” I say back and kinda rethinking saying ‘I’m down’ because he is definitely rethinking how old I am.

We start driving around and talking and thank god the radio is on to fill any silence there could be. It’s on the country station and him liking country music is literally another added bonus. Then When it Rains it Pours comes on and I say “Omg I love this song.”

“Really?” He says back. “I’ve never met a girl as pretty as you that actually likes country music.”

“Are you kidding? I love country music.” I say back not noting he just called me pretty. We mindlessly chat for like 20 minutes and Chris pulls the car into an empty parking lot that overlooks the whole beach town.

“This is so pretty.” I say in awe of the gorgeous view. I can see from the corner of my eye that Chris is just looking at me.

“Not as good as my view.” He says back in a soft tone that has me melting to the floor of the car. I look back at him and we sit in silence just staring into each other's eyes. I glance at his lips and they look so kissable. They are the perfect amount of plump without being too big. When I look back to his eyes he is still staring at me. His lips almost form a smile and he grabs and cheek and kisses me. It’s even better than each and every one of my fantasies. I grab the back of his neck and kiss him even harder back. Before I know it the kiss gets more rushed and Chris is running his hands along the curve of my back. Our lips are crashing into each others with fervor like no other. He pulls me into his lap and he ruts his hips upward. He takes his left hand and moves the seat back and starts kissing down my neck. His lips leave little bite marks and he reaches my bosoms. He pulls my tank top down and pulls my breasts out of my bra and sucks on my right nipple as he pinches the left. Soft mewls leave my lips and he stops to look at me and the rush of cold air sends goosebumps across my skin. He leans up and kisses my neck and leaves marks all the way to my ear lobe and whispers “Before I fuck you until you can’t remember your name, How old are you?”

Forming words is harder than I imagined so between pants I say back “17.”

“Perfect” he whispers back while still biting my neck. “Come here” he says as he opens the door. I hop off him and outside the car and see the tent forming in his pants. He picks me up and wraps my legs around him and pins me against the car door. He bites my lip and I can’t imagine anything better than this moment. While still mounted on his he opens the door to the backseat and lays me down. He gets on top of me and shuts the door behind him. He ruts against my core and his jeans rub against the soft fabric of my athletic shorts. Although my mind is completely fixed on his engorged cock a thought forms in my mind. What if he thinks I’ve done this before? What If I’m so bad he doesn’t even speak to me again? These thoughts completely cloud my mind and Chris notices.

“What's wrong?” he says as he pulls away. I glance at his bitten lips and pant trying to form words.

“Nothing just, I... I’m a virgin.” I blurt out. I am so scared I ruined the moment but his expression only intensifies.

“Oh well we just can’t have that now can we?” He says back and his lust blown pupils grow darker and he kisses me with such intensity my thoughts completely leave my mind. I could get drunk off the taste of him. Chris breaks the kiss and rips off his shirt showing his perfectly chiseled abs. I felt them through the cotton but seeing them right in front of my eyes makes my mouth open. My lips peak into a smile and he picks me up and places my back closer to the car door. He rips off my shorts and starts kissing down my neck to my navel and I run my fingers through his hair. My chest rises and falls quicker as his lips reach my red lace covered mound. His teeth grab the waistband and he pulls off my panties.

He inhales and says “So sweet.” His husky voice vibrating against my core. His kisses dance around my thighs. As more sounds leave my mouth Chris bites my skin. His hands hold my legs open as he licks down my folds. His tongue flickers across my clit leaving me trembling. I had never felt this way from anyone ever. My fingers run through his short dirty blonde hair and my nails dig into his scalp leaving crescent shaped indents. He slips his middle finger through my folds as he sucks on my clit. His fingers curl up hitting a spot I never knew existed. A feeling in my stomach starts intensifying and spreading through my entire body and I tremble in euphoria. Chris finger fucks me through my first ever orgasm. I shut my eyes tightly and when I open them Chris is staring right at me. I grab the hair on the nape of his neck and pull him back up to kiss me. I can taste myself still on his tongue as the material of his jeans rubs against my sensitive bud. His fingers pinch my nipples as he slips his tongue between my lips. I reach down and feel his throbbing cock through his pants. As I rub with the palm of my hand, throaty moans leave his mouth. Nothing was stronger than my desire to be fucked raw by this sex god. I pulled away from the kiss and say as I stare deep into his eyes “Fuck me Chris.” My words are efficacious to him.

He licked his lips like an animal locked onto his prey. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He pulls down his jeans and takes his cock out of his boxers. I have seen a dick before but never that big. My mouth almost dropped to the floor. He pulled a condom out of the back of the seat and wrapped it around his cock. He pumped his dick a few times before running the head along my sodden folds. “You ready?” I had never been more ready for anything in my entire life. Unable to form words I nodded my head. Chris pushes his cock into me slowly. I gasped at the feeling. I wasn’t as tight as I usually was but it still stung. Each inch stung a little more until he bottomed out into me. He stilled. His breath was hot on my ear as our breathing synced. I gasped again as he pulled his hips back. I reached down and pulled him back into me.

“Don’t hold back.” I said. I wanted this to be as enjoyable for him as it was for me. Chris pulled out and thrust back into me again. The groans that left this throat made my pussy clench around him. He picks up his pace and pain turns into pleasure. My legs wrap around his thighs and I’m pulling him into me.

“You dirty little slut. So needy.” He whispered into my ear. The sound that escaped my lips drew him deeper in like a moth to a flame. Chris drives his cock into me faster so that all you can hear is breathy moans and the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. Chris moves his hand to my throat and squeezes. I try to moan but they catch in my throat and I look back at Chris. His mouth is agape and he is staring deep into my eyes. He thrusts so deep my eyes roll back and I have to shut them. He grabs my chin and pulls my face to meet his. “Look at me. Don’t look away. I want to see your face as I make you cum on my dick.” His cock is hitting places he didn’t even reach when fingering me. Another orgasm rips through me and my body trembles harder this time. Chris fucks me through my orgasm and just as I regained my mental awareness I could feel another one coming on. Chris squeezes harder on my neck as he sucks on my hardened nipples. He bites my skin and takes his hand from my neck and reaches between our sweaty writhing bodies and pinches my clit. A guttural moan leaves my throat as another excruciatingly intense orgasm takes over my entire body. I can tell Chris isn’t far behind because his thrusts become sporadic and he puts all his body weight into his last thrust and stills. The noises he makes me wish he was still fucking me. He leans down to meet my lips once again but this time it is slower and more gingerly. He pulls his dick out and lays down on top of me.

We catch our breaths and I say. “Wow, that was.. fuck.”

Chris softly laughs and says “Who knew a 17 year old could have me in the palm of their hand.”

“Who knew a however-old-you-are would take my virginity.” I say with a smile on my face.

“I’m 20, I probably should have told you earlier.” He says looking a little guilty.

“Don’t worry it would have only turned me on more.” I laugh back and our lips join in a soft kiss.

Chris and I look at the dashboard and see it's 1:30 am. “Shit I should probably get home before my friend worries too much.” I say looking back at Chris and he nods. We sit up and reach down for our clothes. I reach for my underwear and Chris snatches it from my hands.

“These are mine now.” Chris smirks.

“Fine.” I put on my shorts and pull my top back on. Sadly Chris covers his humongous biceps with his shirt. I lean in and meet Chris with a kiss. We get back into our respective seats and Chris looks at me with a dumb smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” I say with a giggle.

“Oh, nothing.” Chris says and his smile only looks more like a 6 year old who just stole a cookie before dinner. I mean technically he did just steal something but that's beside the point. Chris puts the car back into drive and turns around to back up.

As he drives me home there's more small talk but then he asks “How long will you be in town?”

“A week,” I say. Chris’s dumb smile returns. “Okay, what's that smile for?”

Chris looks at me and says “I’m just excited to fuck you every night this week.”

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Nothing

Part i of the Without You series: When Colson and Megan break up, the boys count on Y/N to piece Colson back together, which only leads to disaster.

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Colson being kind of a dick, cursing, a little bit of aggression/ violence. This one’s definitely angsty.

A/N: This was supposed to be just a one part fic. Then that turned into 2 parts. And then 3. And then all of a sudden I had written 5 parts and over 10,000 words. Enjoy 😊 (also this is v unedited so if you see a mistake... mind ya business)

Word Count: 2084

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When you got the text from Rook, you knew it was probably gonna be bad.

Megan just left him, for good. Not gonna be pretty the next few days so maybe don’t come by anytime soon.

Your heart broke for your best friend. Colson had been really in love with Megan. And as much as you hated seeing them together for your own personal reasons, you could tell he was really happy.

Ok. Let me know if you guys need me. If it gets bad I can take Casie for a few days. Take care of him for me pls.

You and Colson had been friends for years now. You knew almost everything about each other, you told him everything. He let you crash at his place after your ex kicked you out, and you had spent many hours curled up with him, watching stupid movies to distract him from his most recent breakup or mental breakdown.

But this was different. Colson told you he wanted to marry her at some point, and you knew he wasn’t lying. And you couldn’t blame him. As much as you hated no longer being the only women (other than Casie) in his life, you couldn’t dislike Megan. She was just one of those people who everyone loved.

The thought of texting Colson crossed your mind, but you weren’t sure if it would hurt or help. From the sound of it, he was a wreck.

So, naturally, you texted Pete.

Have you talked to Cols yet?

With Colson came Pete, or came you, you weren’t really sure. Somewhere along the way you and Pete had become close friends. He was like the older brother you’d never asked for, and he would probably say something similar about you.

You couldn’t really explain it, Pete could read you like a book. And because of that, he knew everything. He was the only one to catch on to the way you sometimes looked at Colson for too long, or got irritated when he’d bring a new girl around.

I’m heading over there right now. You should talk to him.

You rolled your eyes.

Not sure that’s the best idea. You guys are better at handling... all that. Once he gets a little less angry then I’ll take him.

Pete texted you back a few minutes later.

Thanks for the support, kid. I’ll keep you updated. Just pulled in.

Good luck, Petey.

You tossed your phone on your bed, a sigh leaving your lips. You decided worrying was a problem for another day.

No more than 12 hours later you were getting a phone call from Rook.

“Dude it’s like 4 in the morning, why are you calling me.”

“Y/N, we’ve tried everything. He’s locked up in his room and every time one of us tries to talk to him he blows up. Literally he almost punched Slim a few hours ago.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning at the predicament. “So now you want me to come over?” You asked, “What do you think I’m gonna be able to do?”

“Well he’s not gonna try and hit you for one. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s significantly nicer to you than to anyone else.”

“What do I even say to him? “Sorry that the love of your life broke up with you but at least we can smoke pot and watch Spongebob?” I mean come on, man. I’m not good at this.”

“Please.” He pleaded, “We’re all out of options and I can’t stand to see him get any worse than he is.”

You moved off your bed and towards your dresser. “Fine, I’ll be there in 15.”

You threw on the first pair of sweatpants you could find and slipped on shoes, grabbing your key and heading out the door.

True to your word, you pulled up to the house 15 minutes later, parking on the side of the street and heading straight into the house. When the guys saw you, they visibly brightened up.

“You guys are such fucking wimps.” You rolled your eyes as you made your way towards the stairs.

Baze chuckled, “We love you Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and continued on your way, stopping by Casie’s room to see if she was asleep. To your surprise, she wasn’t.

“Hey sweet girl,” you whispered as you entered her room, “why are you still up?”

She smiled a little when she saw you. “Couldn’t sleep. I’m really worried about Dad.”

You leaned on her doorframe, sending her a sad smile. “I am too. But he’ll be okay. Your dad’s pretty tough.”

“I know,” she sighed, “but he really liked Megan.”

“Did you?” You ask, trying to gauge her emotions.

“I mean, I guess so. She was nice to me. Most of his girlfriends aren’t that nice to me.”

“That’s a pretty shitty way to measure if you like someone or not.” She giggles at that. “Don’t tell your dad I said that word in front of you.”

“Ok. She was nice. And she made him happy so, yeah, I guess I liked her. Not as much as I like you but...” Casie’s voice got higher as she dragged out the last word and you just rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

Casie had this fantasy of you and Colson getting married one day, but you always told her it would never happen.

“Ok kiddo, whatever you say.” You teased her, “try and get some sleep, okay?”

She nodded with a smile. “Are you gonna go talk to Dad?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later, okay? If you need to come over and talk or stay the night or anything just call me, okay?”

“Okay. Love you.” She said quietly.

“Love you too, Case.”

You shut the door to her room, moving down the hallway to Colson’s door. You took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare for what was about to happen, and knocked.

“I told you guys to go the fuck away.” A muffled yet angry voice said from the opposite side of the door.

“It’s me, Cols. Y/N.” You said, hoping he could hear you.

When you got no response you asked, “Can I come in?”

A few more seconds of silence followed, and then the lock clicked and the door opened. You stood face-to-face with your best friend. His hair was a mess, falling in his face. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever, and the frown he wore made him look even more pathetic. You felt your heart breaking.

As you met his eyes, you gave him a sad smile. “Hey Cols.”

Instead of responding, he wrapped his arms around you, leaning down and resting his head on your shoulder. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair.

He started walking backwards, pulling you with him as he continued to hug you. One of his hands pushed the door shut and he sat on his bed, finally letting go of you.

You looked down at him, grabbing his hand and holding it in your own. It was something you had done before, you two were very touchy people and so half of your friendship was just you two cuddling or play fighting or holding hands.

“So we can do one of three things,” you started, “We can talk about it, we can cuddle and watch something stupid and pretend nothing’s wrong, or we can get high and do something stupid.”

For the first time in what you would imagine to be all night, Colson smiled. it was a very small smile, but you took it.

He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “And by stupid you mean...”

You rolled your eyes, “I mean we can go set off bottle rockets in the backyard or try to jump off your roof and into the pool.”

“Oh damn. I was hoping you were gonna say you would suck my dick.”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness and the implication. You shoved his shoulder, “Colson! That’s gross!” You giggled, but his expression was unwaveringly serious.

“I’m being serious.” He deadpanned and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Colson what the fuck?” Your mind was spinning trying to figure out if he was joking.

You got your answer when he stood up, grabbing your waist and leaning over you. “I thought you’d want to...”

You took in a breath at the sudden proximity, trying to back away from him but his grip remaining firmly on your waist. “Colson, stop. Please. This isn’t funny.”

You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you had to keep reminding yourself of that fact. He’s drunk, and sad, and doesn’t know what he’s saying.

“I thought you’d want to, cause it’ll make me happy. And you’ll do anything to make me happy.” One of his hands reached up and grabbed your jaw, making sure you couldn’t look away.

“Colson you’re being a fucking weirdo, let me go.” You raised your voice. Your heart was racing at this point and the thoughts flowing around your head were not pretty.

You were always anxious for the day he’d figure you out. When he’d finally realize how you felt for him. But this was worse than anything you’d thought of.

“You’ll do anything to make me happy because you love me, right?”

You felt tears stinging in your eyes, wanting nothing more but to look away from his sinister expression. The way he was looking at you made it very clear that he was enjoying your discomfort, your embarrassment.

“Colso-”

He walked forwards, pushing you gently against the wall. His arms went to either side of you, his face inches from yours. You tried to look away, but his hand on your jaw forced you to face him.

Any other time you would have loved for Colson to pin you against his wall, but this was wrong.

“Just say it. Say you’re in love with me, and I’ll drop it.”

“Colson, what the fuck are you on right now?” You tried to steer the topic away from you, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Say it.”

You reached up to try and push his chest away from you, but he was much taller and stronger than you, so you did nothing.

“Just tell me!” He yelled at your silence. A tear slipped down your cheek as you trembled under him. His face was red and his eyes were watering.

“Why are you doing this?” You whispered. This all felt like a bad dream, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

“Because I need to know if she was right.” His voice got a little quieter, but he still wouldn’t move away from you. “I need to know if the reason the love of my fucking life just left me is true.”

You were shaking, your breaths getting shorter. “What are you talking about.” Your words were choked. The grip on your jaw started to get a little too tight.

“I defended you!” He yelled, tears falling from his face. “She told me that you were in love with me and I defended you.”

“Colson you’re hurting me.” You whined, trying to wriggle your way out of his grasp. He ignored your statement and continued talking, but his grip loosened slightly.

“And then she told me that she thinks I’m in love with you.” His voice was getting darker. “And that’s why she left. So I want to make it very clear to you.” He paused, leaning closer to your ear. “I will never love you. Ever. Not now, not in a million lifetimes. You mean nothing to me.”

Your vision was blurry from your tears, so you blindly reached out to push him away from you. His body seemed to have given up, as he moved backwards out of your way, stumbling slightly. Through your tears you could make out a smug smile on the man before you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

You ran down the stairs, the guys waiting for you to give them good news, but their hope turned to concern once they saw you. You walked straight past them towards the door, not trusting yourself to say anything without breaking completely.

As you reached for the door handle you heard a faint yell from upstairs, followed by loud banging, and then silence. You sniffled, turning the handle and leaving the house, much to the protest of your friends.

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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I know you haven't really done many prompts for Empire SMP, but having seen Jimmy's perspective today, I really want to see him just talk about everything that's against him and I think it would be really fun to see him just breakdown with Pixl.

Lore-wise, Jimmy really has gone through the ringer.

he really has T_T someone pls save him

...

Pixlriffs is working on setting up some more candles around the vigil when he hears a noise from behind him. Immediately alert, he spins round, already pulling out his sword, but he freezes when he spots a figure half-limping towards him.

As he rushes towards the figure, he realises with a jerk that it’s his closest ally. “J-Jimmy?!”

The ruler of the Cod Empire is dishevelled and clearly exhausted, and instead of his normal cod mask, he’s wearing the brown llama mask that Pixl remembers giving him a few weeks ago.

Pixl reaches out to steady his friend, holding him by the arms. “Jimmy, what on earth-?!”

“Gosh, your empire is… is really out there,” Jimmy murmurs, his words slightly slurred. “In the middle of a desert. I’m so hot…”

With that, he collapses against Pixl.

“Jimmy!” he gasps, propping his unconscious friend up.

He manages to lift Jimmy onto his back and hurriedly carries him over to his home. He lays Jimmy down on his bed and hesitantly removes his friend’s mask.

He’s shocked to see a fairly fresh cut on Jimmy’s face from his left temple to the corner of his left eye. It’s not still bleeding but it looks untreated. Maybe from the last day or so.

Forcing himself to ignore that for now, Pixl fetches some water and an ice pack, the latter of which he applies to Jimmy’s forehead. Immediately, Jimmy lets out a quiet sigh and stirs slightly, though he doesn’t wake.

After about ten minutes of gently tipping sips of water down Jimmy’s throat, Jimmy’s eyelids flutter.

“Hey,” says Pixl quietly, giving his friend a soft smile. “Can you hear me?”

Blinking groggily, Jimmy frowns. “What happened? Where am I?”

“In my empire,” says Pixl. “Do you not remember?”

Jimmy lifts a hand to his forehead. “My head’s a little fuzzy.”

“I’m not surprised; you were pretty dehydrated. Do you have any idea how long you were wandering around in the desert?”

“No, not really.”

“Well if you walked all the way here from your kingdom, it’s a wonder you didn’t parch to death,” Pixl responds. “Why didn’t you use your elytra?”

“I wanted to walk as long as possible and then when I eventually tried to take off, I realised I didn’t have any rockets,” says Jimmy sheepishly.

Pixl chuckles. That’s so Jimmy. “Right, I see. Why would you want to walk all the way here, anyway? We didn’t have a meeting or anything, did we?”

“No, I…” Jimmy hesitates. “I just needed a break. And I wanted to see you. And I needed to be several thousand blocks away from everyone else.”

“Really?” Pixl frowns. “Are you okay?”

Jimmy hesitates again, before deciding to tell the truth. “Um… no. I’m not okay. A lot of stuff happened yesterday and I’d really like to curl up and cry right now.”

Pixl gives his friend a sympathetic look. “Tell me about what happened.”

“W-Well…” Jimmy sits up in the bed, taking a deep breath. “fWhip covered my nether portal in cobblestone so I told him to come over and clear it up but he used tnt to blow it up and then when I told him to fix the hole in the ground, he blew a bigger hole under the first one and then Scott and Gem showed up and I was hoping they might be on my side but apparently Scott actually helped fWhip make the cobblestone thingy so then I got really mad and hit fWhip with my sword but then he killed me and stole my Codfather mask and I begged him to give it back but he just flew off with it a-and I don’t know how to get it back now cuz Scott said I keep starting things I can’t finish and that even with my allies, I couldn’t hope to beat fWhip but I need that mask back Pixl I can’t-.”

Sensing Jimmy’s rising panic, Pixl quickly grabs Jimmy’s shoulders to stop his friend. “Hey hey hey, shh. It’s okay, Jimmy. Shh.”

Jimmy lets his breathing settle, clearing his throat as his voice cracks. “Wh-What’s wrong with me, Pixl…?” he whispers. “Why am I such an easy target? Is this all because I stole stuff from Sausage so early on? Do I deserve all this?”

“No, Jimmy,” replies Pixl immediately. “fWhip is being a bully, and bullies always have their buddies backing them up so they feel stronger. First it was Sausage, now it’s Scott.”

“I just… I just don’t understand. I thought Gem and Katherine were my allies but Gem is now fully on fWhip’s side and Katherine pretends she’s on everyone’s side but she always seems to back up the person who isn’t me. Who do I have on my side?”

“You’ve got me, you’ve got Joel, you’ve got Lizzie.”

“I do trust Joel and Lizzie, and you of course, but… I-I’m just kinda expecting everyone to leave me if another alliance offers something better. And I wouldn’t even blame them.”

Pixl pauses, casting a brief look at the walls surrounding him. “...well, I’ll never leave you.”

“I-I don’t think you can realistically promise that,” Jimmy responds dejectedly.

This reinforces Pixl’s resolve. “I’m doing it anyway. You need an ally you can always count on, and I will be that ally. No matter what, Jimmy, I’ll stick by you. I know my empire is a long way from yours but if you ever need backup again, send me a message and I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and fly straight over.”

“Really…?” Jimmy stares at him with hopeful eyes. “Wh-Why would you do that for me? Aren’t there better, stronger empires out there you can ally with?”

“Frankly, yeah, there are. But I don’t care. It’s not all about power.”

Jimmy scoffs.

“It’s not,” Pixl repeats. “Power gets you through a war, sure, but wars aren’t the only things empires have to deal with. You’re a kind and fair ruler to your subjects, Jimmy. Villagers, animals, everything. You always go the extra mile to ensure their comfort and safety, and in this world, that’s a rarity. Power really isn’t the only thing that matters. It’s one of the biggest, but that doesn’t mean you should be counted out just on lack of power. That’s why you find yourself a powerful ally, right? And I like to flatter myself that I’ve built up a pretty powerful empire here. Maybe not fWhip-level powerful, but strong enough to defend us both if a certain tnt-crazed empire comes calling.”

Jimmy gazes at him. “Would you really put your empire on the line for my fights?”

“Of course.” Pixl gives him a kind smile. “That’s what allies do.”

“...Pixl, I…” Jimmy can hardly muster any words to express his emotions. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. All we need to do is take care of each other and we’ll be okay.”

“Pix…” Jimmy is almost completely lost for words. He’s never had someone show this level of dedication towards him before, especially considering they haven’t known each other very long. “A-Anything you need, Pix, anything at all, just ask.”

Pixl’s smile falls as his eyes flicker up to the scar on Jimmy’s face. “Actually… I do have a question. How did you get that scar on your face?”

“Huh?” Jimmy’s hand automatically moves to touch the jagged line on his forehead. “Oh. This. A, um… a piece of debris from fWhip’s second tnt explosion got me. Nearly got my eye, actually.”

“It looks bad. Untreated.”

“Yeah, I… I’m not so good at first aid and I did ask Scott and Gem if one of them could help me clean it but they refused.”

Pixl’s eyes widen. “They what?!”

Jimmy nods sadly. “They made some excuses and left. Scott said it didn’t look that bad and I could deal with it myself. I looked at it in the river and I also didn’t think it looked that bad.”

“Gosh.” Pixl shakes his head disapprovingly, a deep frown on his face. “That’s… That’s so terrible.”

“I-I’m sorry,” whispers Jimmy.

“What? No, not you. I can’t believe Scott and Gem would leave you when you were clearly hurt. Do you have a first aid kit back in your base? And your food situation: do you have enough food? What’s your diet like?”

A little taken aback by the sudden questions, Jimmy hesitates. “I’ve, uh… been eating fish, mostly. Cod Empire, you know.”

“Any potatoes? Carrots?”

Jimmy shakes his head.

Pixl scrutinises him. “Right, okay. Jimmy, you’re gonna stay with me here for a while.”

“A-A while?”

“A few days. You’ve been through a lot lately; you need someone to take care of you. I’ll get that wound treated for you, show you around my empire, and make sure you get some nutrients in your diet. Do you have a potato farm?” Before Jimmy can reply, Pixl continues, “Nevermind, I’ll get you enough potatoes to either get started or improve it, whichever. You need to keep drinking water, though; you’ll get dehydrated really fast in the desert.”

He pauses as he registers the smile on Jimmy’s face. “What?” he chuckles.

“Nothing.” Jimmy averts his gaze, though his smile remains. “Just… thank you. I can’t tell you how much it means to me to have you on my side.”

Pixl smiles back and squeezes Jimmy’s shoulder.

“I’ll always be on your side, Jimmy. Always.”

#empires smp #pixlriffs #solidaritygaming #vaunna’s requests

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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being the MSBY Jackals’ physiotherapist

anon: HEY BOO! LISTEN BEING THE BLACK JACKELS PHYSIOTHERAPIST! I can imagine a lot of damage I- bye 😽 I could I please have that as a headcanon 👉👈 thanks! ❤️ (that is a If requests are open..)

they are most definitely open and OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA WHEN I GOT THIS I COULDN’T WAIT TO START. i’ve been watching a lot of vids on what physical therapists do too and i hope you like this it was so fun to write !!

Bokuto Koutarou:

he deadass got you mixed up with the sports psychologist

when he walked into your clinic he was all ‘ah, hey there’ before lying faceup on the cot and just talking about his problems

and at first you were alright cause good to make conversation and everything until you realized.... “this guy thinks i’m the therapist”

bokuto: people always assume that i’m really naive and i kinda am but--

you: bokuto,,,, i’m not the therapist

bokuto: oh 👁👄👁

you: does it, um, hurt anywhere?

bokuto: *points to his heart*

after directing him to therapist’’s office, you finally clear up his misconceptions on what you’re supposed to be

you did hear about bokuto but what you didn’t expect was that he was An Actual Ray of Sunshine

whenever he comes to your office for his weekly check-ups, he always brings some sort of present

he likes to bring a package of cookies and the two of you eat them while you have your session

bokuto still uses the term ‘ouchie’ and it’s adorable

he takes really good of himself and his body so he isn’t prone to serious injuries. as soon as he knows something feels off, he’ll stop himself from working and come to your clinic

except,,, he comes way too often

bokuto: I WAS FLEXING MY FINGER AND THEN IT SUDDENLY MADE A CRACK SOUND WILL IT FALL OFF???

you: you’ve... never popped your fingers before?

bokuto: you can POP your FINGERS???

in interviews, bokuto loves to mention all the people who helped him on his journey and ngl it’s a REALLY LONG LIST but he always, always mentions you as ‘the best physical therapist ever!!’

and it makes you so soft you love your job so much

he actually ends up recommending you to his friend, akaashi keiji, because bokuto knows his shoulders and back hurt

akaashi comes into your office and just goes: “can you crack my back and shake me like a glowstick?”

you: i think you’re looking for a chiropractor

akaashi: ...

you: okay, lie down. i’ll see what i can do

Hinata Shouyo:

he got LOST TRYING TO FIND YOUR CLINIC

like, you were checking your watch wondering where your client was before he burst into your clinic thirty minutes late

also for some reason he was really nervous to see you poor baby he had the misconception that you were there to find what was wrong with him and then after he wouldn’t be able to play again

so he was genuinely surprised after you just made him do a few stretches for him, recommended some ways to move his body to utilize it better, and just sent him off

hinata: just... just like that?

you: yeah, pretty much. unless you feel that something else is wrong

after that he’s not so afraid to visit your clinic. in fact, he enjoys it quite a lot!

hinata really takes note of the advice you gave him (he brings a notepad and everything) and he likes to call you up to let you know that they worked

he actually calls you A LOT, like you’re probably the person he texts and calls the most other than natsu

at one point he was calling you every single day asking about what to eat until you decided to make a whole-ass weekly meal plan for him to just cycle through

he’s actually quite flexible (not as much as sakusa though) and he’s so proud of being able to reach farther than his toes

when you’re not looking though he measures himself against the height chart on your wall and you think it’s absolutely adorable

hinata knows how to take care of his body and TRIES not to overwork himself but sometimes he gets really impatient about wanting to improve so he’ll stay late in the gym, practicing his spikes and serves

BUT since his teammates know hinata listens to you they’ll threaten to tell you when he’s overworking

sakusa: hinata, if you don’t leave the gym right this instant i am calling y/n

hinata: just five more minutes!!

sakusa: *pulls out his phones and presses some random numbers in*

hinata: OKAY OKAY I’M GOING

it’s kind of like the adult version of your parents calling the doctor when you don’t want to eat

also you have no idea that this happens

even though he’s moved on from it, hinata still gets a bit paranoid about playing a major game while being sick

you’re always at their games as part of their medic crew and before it starts, hinata always comes up to you and asks if you can take his temperature

you didn’t know why until atsumu explained everything so now you make sure to always have a temperature on you for hinata’s peace of mind

Atsumu Miya:

someone who actually knows what physical therapists actually do thank god

ngl you’re kinda shookt at how large he is in real life when he walks into your clinic

he also assumes right away that you want an autograph so he gifts you a signed picture of himself which you always have on your desk from now on because come on you are a fan

atsumu’s really nice to talk to, he does flirt quite a bit but he genuinely asks about how you are too or if your family is doing alright

such a sweet boy

atsumu’s the one who visits your office often but for reasons that are actually relevant to your job because this man just overexerts himself too much

and he keeps brushing it off and saying that he’s alright but you know better you’re a physical therapist for god’s sake

atsumu: i’m telling you. it’s just a sprain!

you: *pokes his ankle*

atsumu: aaaAAAAAAHHHH

he’s the one that you have to constantly keep tabs on and thanks to the help of his teammates and a spare key, you’re able to drop by his apartment once in a while

but no matter how much of a pain in the ass he is you still can’t help but want to take care of him. whenever you make yourself dinner you find yourself making seconds for atsumu

before you know it, you’re making dinner for your favorite MSBY boys because you don’t want them to feel left out

you also have to stop atsumu from overdoing on the protein shakes and drinking vitamins

because he’s addicted protein shakes especially the strawberry-flavored one but you’re the only one who knows that so shhhhhh

atsumu: if one vitamin capsule makes me healthy, does that mean drinking more will make me even more healthy ??

you: NO STOP. STOP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING. RIGHT NOW.

one time you got a call in the middle of the night from atsumu saying that he ate an entire container of gummy vitamins and you had to run to his place in your pajamas

idk you just see him so much because he keeps getting injuries and it’s hilarious

atsumu, walking into your clinic: hey, doc! they sent me here cause my back hurts from carrying the entire team!

you: atsumu, you dislocated your shoulder

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

probably your most normal client among the four of them but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy his visits to the clinic

well, actually when he first visited your clinic, everyone else stalked him because they wanted to see his Flexible Wrists in action

you had to chase them out

sakusa is SO HAPPY that you just took one look at his Flexi-Wrists and noted it down without going batshit over it

you always spray the cots and your instruments with alcohol before he comes in and sakusa knows cause he smells it and he appreciates that so much

one thing that you do notice is that sakusa,,, frequently glances at the jar of lollipops you keep on your desk and give out to your kid patients

and after a session he just lingers for a bit before saying good bye and leaving so one day you just take a chance

you: would you,,, like a lollipop?

sakusa: .... yes please

he chooses a cherry flavored one and is about to leave when he sits back down on the chair

sakusa: they’ll never let me hear the end of it if they see me

so you let him stay in your clinic for a bit longer before deciding to also get a lollipop and that’s how the two of you end your sessions

no talking. just lollipop eating

(i know how it looks but pls don’t add sexual connotations i jus want sakusa to enjoy a fricking lollipop)

he actually likes to remember the scientific muscle names and everything just to impress you

also, he doesn’t want to give you a hard time but he also likes visiting your office and talking to you (and eating the lollipops) so he makes up all these excuses to come by your clinic

sakusa: i hit my toe on the table

you: okaay, do you need a bandaid?

sakusa: it was the small toe

sakusa’s quite selective about the people he’s with so he’s kind of attached to you now. like it or not, you’re his personal doctor

prepare to receive texts like ‘y/n, i have a cough. what should i drink?’

you: sakusa, i’m a PHYSICAL THERAPIST

you: also, ginger tea is supposed to be good for you

he’s actually your eyes and ears when it comes to monitoring the team. kind of like the kid who tattles to the teacher in pre-school

sakusa: y/n, atsumu’s overdoing it again

you: is that so?

atsumu, in the background: NOOOOO NOOO I’M NOT !! SAKUSA’S LYING

you have such a soft spot for sakusa. when he had to be confined at home for breaking his ankle, you sent him a whole jar of lollipops

he ate them all in one day

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solaeter · 3 years

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hate that I love you - Naoya Zenin [18+]

I haven’t actually written smut in like two years..well finished smutty content. I can barely start it and finish it, shame on me but I am pathetic °(ಗдಗ。)°. I am so nervous and shy, so pls no pitchforks and tomatoes _(:3」∠)_ this is a repost cause doubt hit me for a hot minute, but we gon be brave (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Word Count: 2311

Request Status: OPEN

Warning[s]: Adult content, minors dni!! idk proper warnings cause my brain is fried atm, but there’s oral [f receiving], penetration which is given, slight manipulation? Naoya cause he’s a warning all on its own, noob attempt at dirty talk [I died k]. reader chan tries to hate naoya but can’t. It’s just porn without plot unless you squint.

Just when you thought you were safe, reality had another thing in mind. Strong hands pulled your hips up with a force that had your face hugging the pillow before you could register how you even allowed yourself to end up like this.

Why did it have to be now? You really thought you managed to get away. "Why are you doing this?" You turn your head, teeth latching to your bottom lip when two fingers glide along your clothed slit.

"You don't seem to mind." Naoya remarked, his voice laced with disinterest and boredom while his eyes roamed your body. Three months..that's how long he's been without you. His favorite toy. "You're already so wet for me, miss my cock that much?" He questioned with a sneer, sliding your pretty little panties to the side. The sudden chill made you squirm and his words bit at your budding arousal.

"Couldn't you have found someone else to toy with?" You avoided his question, voice hitching when he slid a finger up your dripping slit, stopping at your clit and circling the bud ever so slowly. It wasn't fair how he could work your body so effortlessly. Your mouth parts as your eyes squeeze shut.

Naoya smirks, his eyes never leaving your cute little cunt while you try to look as displeased as possible. You should have known getting away from him was quite literally impossible. He owned you.

"Why should I find someone else when I only need you?" The sentence itself sounded sweet, but you knew it was far from what it suggested. Ever since you met Naoya, he's had you by the palm of his hand. He used you for his own needs, taking and taking before tossing you to the side. Yet, you lingered and remained loyal until you tried to end things. Naoya let you live in a false sense of newfound freedom, giving you just enough space before making your world tumble back down, right where he wanted you.

Now, there was no denying that you looked absolutely stunning before him. Your body was meant for him, made for him to fuck over and over. You were his missing puzzle piece. When you don't answer Naoya, he clicks his tongue and brings his fingers down to your entrance, the tips teasing your hole before plunging knuckle deep, your walls clamping around him beautifully while you cry out.

The sudden intrusion made your thoughts muddle together and everything seemed to spin. Naoya could make you so stupid so easily and he laughs, so humorously. "Why would I find someone else when you're so..fucking worthless without me. I haven't even done anything and you're already stupid."

You glance back over your shoulder, cheeks burning when your eyes meet his cold ones. He never showed you an ounce of love, only half an inch of interest and a load of selfish, one sided desires. "I hate you." You spat while gripping the sheets when another finger eased its way inside you, stretching you further. Naoya curled his fingers roughly, swiping over the one spot that had stars in your eyes. He knew your body better than you knew it. Or so he claimed with a sense of pride.

No matter how long you've been apart, Naoya would be sure to remind you that no one else will make you feel the way he does. Even if you're spouting words of hate, he just knows you won't stay away for too long. "Heh, sure you do."

You wanted to be angry, call him out for being a vile piece of shit but nothing came out of your mouth besides helpless moans.

"Look at you, so pretty and fucking useless. Baby can't even argue with me." Naoya talked down at you, thrusting his fingers in and out of your pretty cunt until you're clenching around him with a strangled, frustrated cry as pleasure washed over your body. "Damn, you couldn't even hold it in. I'm disappointed." Naoya removes his fingers and your hole clenches around nothing, searching for more.

Oh his little whore. To ruin you is his greatest desire. To have you so wrapped around him, that nothing else in this world can compare to what he does. It makes his blood boil in such a way he can't describe and it shoots straight down to his cock. But he can't have you just yet.

Naoya has to break you more, see you crumble. So he flips you over and the gasp that leaves your pouty lips is nothing short of stupidly adorable. Even more so is how you look at him with wide, teary eyes. As if that would make his heart soften.

"Finally have something to say or are you just gonna stare at me like a fucked out fool?" Naoya spread your legs, bending to hike your skirt around your waist before fully removing your soaked panties. You were compliant, unmoving while he did as he pleased. To be honest, words failed you more when you needed them most.

"I– please forgive me for leaving.."

Naoya perked up when the words left your mouth, his own lips twisting into that of a sinister smile. "So you decided on being a good little bitch." He murmurs, placing a hot kiss on the side of your thigh. You always looked so good sprawled out before him, at his mercy. It had his mind spinning in circles, all the possibilities running rampant. "Where's your fight?" He asked casually, inching closer to your puffy cunt and you look down at him only to snap your head back onto the pillow.

"I have none, I should have listened the first time."

That sentence you knew by heart considering you've had to confess your wrong doings on multiple occasions. Naoya hums, content as his nose brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body reacts on its own, knees bending and toes curling into the satin sheets. You tried to resist him, tried your damndest but it never worked. It frustrates you, so much that you groan and nearly close your legs around Naoya's stupidly pretty head.

Firm hands catch your legs and dark eyes land on you. "Oh [Name], tell me what you're feeling. I'm dying to know." He didn't care. You let out a half laugh and sit up on your elbows.

"I hate you. With my entire being but I can't get away. It's not fair. You're– ahh not f-fair." Your words falter when Naoya's tongue slides up your cunt, lapping up your essence before going back down to your entrance.

"Mhmm.." He listens half heartedly, instead enjoying the sweet taste of you that graces his lips. You became putty in his hands, just like that. So simple, one movement. One hand threaded through his short locks, fingers grasping onto what it could once his tongue dipped inside your awaiting hole.

"Fuu–" You toss your head back, involuntarily pushing Naoya closer which causes him to chuckle and the rumbling of his body only has you sinking further into his palm. He watched you, how your chest would rise and fall as you panted, moaned and clung to him helplessly. Your reactions had his cock throbbing in his pants and he wasn't going to be able hold out much longer.

Adjusting one of his arms, Naoya's fingers soon met your clit and circled it quickly, building you higher and higher. Your body jerks and he keeps a hold of you, halting your hips to keep you still.

You tasted divine, like a special wine made just for Naoya. Your pretty moans were like music to his ears and when he pulls back, the whine that leaves your lips sounded almost sinful. "N-Naoya.." You look at him, eyes blown wide and vulnerable, so close to paradise. He smirks and continues his assault on your clit.

"What? You seem to be getting off just fine with my fingers. Now be a good little slut and cum for me." Naoya coos and just like that, your body listens to his every command. The coil snaps and your body trembles, legs spasming and threatening to close around his head but his unoccupied hand keeps them open while you cry out, incoherent words leaving your lips.

Naoya can't deny the sight and he groans, the desire to fuck you clouding his thoughts. ""Ah– fuck – what a good girl." He praised, an odd thing coming from him but it has you smiling so stupidly. You watch Naoya through half lidded eyes as he eases you from your high, rubbing small, slow circles around your sensitive clit. Your hips still move with him, your body wanting more.

"Naoya..I need you inside me." You barely manage and if it wasn't for the fact Naoya was so turned on, he would have bitched at you. Instead he uses his free hand to undo his pants and free his aching cock from its hellish confines.

Your eyes lock onto the throbbing member that now rests in his hand as he pumps it languidly. "Do you really deserve my cock? Last I checked," Naoya hovers above you, situating the tip right at your entrance. "You've been a bad girl." He teases you, pushing the tip just barely inside you before pulling back out. You whine, loudly with a pathetic pout forming on your lips.

"Please, I need you. So bad, I'll never leave again!" You cry, beg and lift your hips in search of what you wanted so bad. All fight, resistance and negative feelings vanished when all your mind and body wanted was him to consume you..

“Is that so?” Naoya hummed, bottoming out inside of you before you could continue your pleas. Your eyes roll back and he has to suppress the groan that dares escape his own mouth. He never grew tired of how you felt; how your walls fluttered around his cock, how you took him so willingly. So easily. You were truly meant for him.

The pace is set with languid thrusts, Naoya driving himself deep into your velvety walls. He watches your face contort and twist with pleasure and pain due to his size, it had him surging with a sense of animalistic pride. “Remember who you belong to.” He says lowly in your ear and all you can muster is a quick nod of your head as whimpers and cries leave your delicate lips. Your arms snake around his shoulders, keeping Naoya close while your legs lock around his waist.

“Look at you,” Naoya groans, shifting so that you now sat on his lap, his cock hitting places that made your head spin, “Taking me so well- goddamn - be a little louder. Let everyone hear what a slut you are.” He demands, his voice low and strained. You helplessly comply, bouncing up and down on his lap like a good girl. Your head was warped, just like he wanted. Every moan, cry and wail sounded like a symphony that was only meant for him. Naoya held your hips tightly, guiding your frantic movements, hitting every spot inside you that made you grasp onto him like some type of savior.

Ah yes, Naoya definitely is your savior in his sick twisted head. Though he hisses when your nails scratch his neck, leaving noticeable marks that surely would be questioned later. He didn’t mind, not in the slightest. If anything, it made him fuck you harder, his cock ramming your drenched hole as if it were his last day on this earth. The lewd sounds of your juices squelching every time he fills you had him going crazy and he ignored how you drenched his lap, uncaring of the mess since he so graciously caused it.

“So close, Naoya please,” Your voice is weak and broken, body trembling as it reaches the peak of nirvana. Naoya wasn’t far off from his own release and instead of being a total asshole like he wanted to be, he held you close.

“Let it go, baby.” He urged before biting down on your neck, sucking the tender spot to leave a claim on your body. You whine and unravel, pleasure overwhelming your body, legs trembling and shaking, you were thankful to be on his lap or you would have gone down. Naoya continues to fuck you, chasing his own release and groaning loudly when hot ropes of cum paint your delicate walls. He fills you completely, uncaring if you ended up bearing one of his kids. Hell the thought only made him feel more possessive. It would give him a greater claim over you, keep you with him.

Before Naoya allowed himself to get aroused once more, he removed you off his lap and got off the dirtied bed to fix his clothing. You watch in your fucked out daze, the grips of confusion and longing playing tug of war in your heart.

“W-Where are you going?” Your voice sounded so soft, so submissive. Naoya glances back and he admires his handiwork. You were an absolute mess. “You can’t..just leave me like this.”

How desperate. Naoya bit back a laugh, bending to pick up your discarded panties and toss them onto your stomach.

“If you want me so bad, you know where to find me.”

With that, Naoya bids his farewells and leaves you like you did to him three months ago. But he knew that you’d come crawling to him before the night ended.

On the other hand, you stared at the ceiling until your heart calmed down and were able to get off the bed. Would you run back to him? Even though you wanted to say no, your body said otherwise with the longing for his touch.

The only thing you knew for certain was that you hated that you loved him.

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heauxzenji · 4 years

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Brainrot Kinktober - 10/1

nice guys finish last

Hate sex: Shigeru Yahaba x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), sex (protected), kinda unhealthy relationship? Lmfaoooo idk how to tag a hate fuck but that’s what it is... frat boys. frat au- frat boys always come with a warning.

Word Count: 1.7k

Brainrot Kinktober Mlist

Of all the people in your contemporary issues seminar, it was just your luck that you had to be paired with Shigeru Yahaba for your midterm project. He was the arrogant, know-it-all, frat boy type that you loathed. It wasn’t that you knew you’d get a bad grade, actually quite the opposite; you both had some of the highest marks in the class- no, it was the fact that you had to spend time with someone who had such an inflated ego, and made it a point to let everyone know that his dad was on the university board of trustees or that his fraternity won the greek wars the past 2 years in a row- Every. Time. He. Opened. His. mouth. But begrudgingly, you had to do this to pass.

After texting back and forth sporadically for a few days, you had agreed to meet and work on the paper in your dorm, as you told Yahaba there was no way in hell you were stepping foot into his frat’s house. You felt a lot better doing the assignment on your terms this way. He, however, decided to show up almost an hour late to the pre-arranged meeting time, only further fuelling your disdain.

“Sorry,” he said flatly, tossing his backpack down to the floor. “Our pledges had a mission that ran over time and as Pledge Master I-“

“I don’t care,” you cut him off. “Let’s just get this project over with, yeah?”

You both set up your laptops and sat in an uncomfortable silence. Every once in a while, one of you would mention the topic at hand for the project, discussing a detail or commenting on the formatting of the paper you had to co-author. But mostly, the air was riddled with a heaviness, a lingering tension that was as close to breaking as possible. It was about an hour and a half before he opened his mouth to actually make conversation- and of course, he chose to press the issue.

“You know… I never really knew what your whole deal was with me,” he chuckled. “You seem to be the only person on this campus that has it out for me…”

“I don’t have it out for you,” you replied. “I just simply don’t like you.” You went back to work, typing feverishly in an attempt to draw your silence back in.

“But… why?” His tone changed, almost to one of desperation. One that let you know that he wanted you to validate him. But you could never give him that satisfaction.

“Because trustfund boys like you are a waste of time, space, and energy!” You yelled. Yahaba’s eyes widened.

“Well at least I don’t think I’m better than everybody for being a loner without friends!” He yelled back.

“At least I don’t have to fucking pay for friends,” you spat. “I worked for everything I have, I worked hard to get here! You think you should just be able to get by because daddy’s money keeps the school afloat!”

Your faces were lingering mere inches from each other, anger boiling over into a sickening feeling of contempt- but also an overwhelming arousal? The feeling of those sinfully familiar butterflies welled up in your abdomen as you stared into his eyes.

It was in a fluid motion that his lips found yours, teeth feverishly tugging at your bottom lip to allow entrance to your mouth. Your head was spinning as you tried to comprehend your current position- but your senses were overriding thought. You melted into the kiss, allowing your jaw to fall open just enough for Yahaba to swipe his tongue against yours. You paused for a second, stopping to look him in the eyes again, seeing his now hooded with an entirely different story than the hateful narrative you had been writing for them the entire semester.

“If we’re going to do this,” you started, taking the time to take a deep inhale before you finished your sentence:

“If we’re going to do this, you better not fucking tell anyone- or you’re dead.”

“Scouts honor,” Yahaba replied, licking his lips and giving you a shit-eating grin. Even though you were thoroughly convinced he had never been a scout, you couldn’t be bothered to care. He kissed you once more, pushing you into the couch before starting to sloppily trail kisses down your jawline, neck, and collarbones. He placed both hands at your waist, pinning you to the surface below as he used his teeth to pull up your shirt, feathering more kisses down your torso. You watched him wistfully, mindlessly following his lead.

You began to kick off your leggings, wriggling them down your thighs while Yahaba had removed his shirt. He found his way back to your mouth, placing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to it as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your slowly dampening underwear, tossing them to the floor. He ran a finger up your now glistening slit- the sudden sensation of which earned a gasp of surprise from you. Examining his finger, he slowly licked your arousal from it.

“Delicious,” he smirked, positioning his head and body in between your legs, his own feet dangling from the couch. He looked up at you one last time.

“I hope you’re ready for this....” he teased. He wasted no time, flattening his tongue against your core. You inhaled sharply, one hand finding his hair and the other palming one of your now exposed breasts. You rolled your nipple between your fingers as he went to work, lapping at your folds with an almost sinfully slow pace.

“Fuck I need- MORE!” You could barely get the last word out when you were jolted by the feeling of suction his mouth had made on your clit. Slowly, Yahaba had slid a finger at your slit, slowly pushing it within your plush walls, several soft moans escaping your lips. He curled his finger inside of you once or twice before lazily slipping another in, making sure to keep the pressure also building around your clit, rapidly darting his tongue against it.

He released you from his mouth with a pop, fingers still pumping away. He was motivated by the moans you were so desperately holding back- he wasn’t supposed to be making you feel this good. You hated him, you hated what he stood for- why give him the satisfaction of having you come undone at his touch?

“Come on, y/n,” he coaxed. “I know you’re a raging fucking bitch- but can you sound real pretty for me? Let me hear how pretty you sound, tell me how good my fingers feel inside your pretty little hole...”

“Hmmmph~ fuck,” you whined. He quickened his pace. “It feels so- mmmm- so good.”

“Good girl.” His mouth found its way to your clit once again as he removed his fingers from your cunt, bringing them to your lips. You quickly opened your mouth for them, tasting your essence and humming as you wrapped your lips around them. Your eyes fluttered closed as you could feel the knot in your abdomen slowly starting to rip.

“I’m going to c-“ you choked out a half sentence, stopping as you felt your climax ripped away from you as Yahaba removed his mouth from the bundle of nerves, leaving your spasming pussy desperate for attention.

“No you’re not,” he growled. He tore his joggers from his body, boxers following immediately after. Spitting into his hand, he stroked his already hardened cock; looking at you lustfully. He used his free hand to reach into the pocket of his joggers, pulling out his wallet, followed by a condom.

“I’m always prepared,” he winked. As much as you wanted to smack the smug look off of his face, you knew that he would be able to scratch the growing itch you had. You just wish he wasn’t able to talk through it.

“Shut up,” you retorted. “Just fuck me before I change my mind.” You swivelled your hips in anticipation, watching him prepare himself. He lined himself up with your core, sliding himself against your opening.

“Shiiiit,” he hissed, slowly sinking into you. Your head flew back as the feeling of fullness overtook your lower half. Yahaba started moving at an even pace, snapping his hips against you with each thrust. You threw your arm around his side, coaxing him to move a little faster.

“For someone who can’t stand me, you sure are needy,” Yahaba laughed, continuing to pull himself in and out of you at a teasingly slow rate.

“I said shut up and fuck me- that’s all you need to be doing,” you commanded.

He bent down even closer to you, bucking himself into you deeply, attaching his tongue to the sweet spot just below your ear and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. He started pounding away at your pussy, satiated by the stream of curses and needy moans spilling from your lips. Your nails absentmindedly dug into his back, clawing at him to make sure you could feel every inch of him dragging through your soaking wet walls. The familiar knot in the bottom of your stomach was building itself up yet again, only made larger by Yahaba pressing his hand against your abdomen to deliver more quick and hard thrusts, hitting at just the perfect angle to cause you to snap.

“Fuckfuckfuck I’m- oh my god- I’m cumming!” You choked out as your vision went blurred. Yahaba didn’t let up, continuing to thrust as you rode out the high, your walls spasming around him. Once you went limp, he pulled out, hair still perfectly coiffed and sticking to his forehead from the sweat. He began to dress himself again as you lay sprawled on the couch, your body beginning to prickle with sensation again.

“Wait,” you paused. “You didn-”

“Nah,” he threw his shirt back on. He hadn’t finished himself. You were a little hurt- did he think you were trash?

“I wanted to prove to you that even if you hate me, I’m a pretty good guy… a good guy would never let you go unfinished.”

The hurt you had felt turned into the contempt you knew instinctively.

“Fuck you,” you huffed, pulling your t-shirt back over your own head.

“You just did,” he smirked.

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nomazee · 4 years

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saw you responded to my prompt idea (Heather) and I'm really sorry for not including a specific character the first time! i did send in a second ask as a follow up. but ushijima pls

Starting Over

(original ask: hi there 😎 hope you're doing well!! just dropping by to suggest a prompt idea!! IM THINKING; Heather by Conan Gray? There's flirty banter going on w/ u 2, and you think the feelings are mutual.. but then there's someone else in the picture. He's giving them all of his attention and you're kinda pushed to the side. Angst pls ): hurt my feelings but then hold my hand after. fluff maybe)

ushijima x reader; tendou & reader

word count: 3000+

content: unrequited crush, angst, loneliness, personal development

(thank you so so so much for this request!! don’t worry about forgetting to add the character, it’s completely alright!! i sort of strayed from the prompt a bit but i tried to maintain the primary concept as best as i could. i enjoyed writing this a lot and i hope you enjoy this!!

also just a fun fact--i was absolutely prepared to make the reader and wakatoshi’s gf fall in love with each other and elope and i’m very close to rewriting this and making it go down that route 😃

ALSO-ALSO—i have a multi-part series in the works right now (by “in the works” i mean BARE BONES PLANS) and im gonna share some details + a sneak peak soon!!! i’m kind of excited cause it’s gonna be the first long multipart series i’m gonna make, so i hope you guys are excited about it too!!

thank you all so much for the support recently, every like and commment and follower i receive motivates me so much and i love u all to bits <3

happy reading!!)

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Wakatoshi is not a romantic. You know that best out of anyone—knowing the boy for years gives you a decent awareness of what type of person he is. He doesn’t have much of an interest in things that aren’t volleyball. Even his friends are scarce, limited to you and Tendou and some of the other third-years on the volleyball team. It’s not like he’s lonely—he’s reserved by nature and choice, never really expanding his social circle and putting his energy into extra practices rather than nights out.

You suppose that’s why you get along so well with him. You also suppose that’s why it was a shock to hear that Wakatoshi accepted someone’s confession.

You were no stranger to hearing about these confessions—not because Wakatoshi tells you about them, but because you’re often the one who has to act as the messenger between the confessors of the week and Wakatoshi himself. It’s a bit draining, frankly, to be looked at as a tool to get closer to the ace, but you put up with it because at least you still have him.

Her name is Hana, and she was one of the very few people who confessed to Wakatoshi personally.

He told you the details while walking you to your dorm, and you were a little suspicious of how in-depth he seemed to go about the event. He was interested, you deduced, and in the moment you forced yourself to shove down the ball that rose white-hot in your throat.

“She invited me to dinner on Sunday. Her family owns a restaurant. She said she’ll make me my favorite.”

Oh, you think, I’ve made his favorite plenty of times—you cut that thought off in fear of sounding bitter over losing someone who was never really yours.

“So you’re going, then?”

It’s silent. You stare intently at the way your feet step against the concrete. At the persistent lull in the conversation, you glance up to Wakatoshi.

His cheeks are red, and his gaze is trained pointedly away from you.

He’s blushing, you realize. He’s blushing because he’s embarrassed, embarrassed that now he has someone he’s interested in.

You know you should be happy, and the robotic voice in your head chants, “That’s cute! That’s great!” But you know yourself a little better than that, and decide that you aren’t the happiest with this epiphany.

But you’ll sure as hell make it seem like you are, for Wakatoshi’s sake and Hana’s, too.

You give a smile, one without crinkles at the corners of your eyes, and elbow him playfully. “That’s cute, Toshi. I’m surprised you found someone you’re interested in, but I’m really happy for you.”

He’s smiling, now, and it’s a gentle smile you rarely see form in your presence. As you wave goodbye to him at the steps of your dorm building, you wonder if you’ll have to stop calling him Toshi in fear of upsetting Hana.

---

You’re getting ahead of yourself, you think in the days following Wakatoshi’s unintentional admission of feelings. He’s just trying out a date for once. It’s not like you’re going to lose him immediately.

For the remainder of the week, Wakatoshi still walks you to your dorm after practice (you stay in the library until he’s done), and still lets you sit with him at lunch. By Friday, you make an excuse to avoid the cafeteria (read: avoid him, but you don’t tell him that) and tell him not to wait for you after practice.

You text him on Sunday asking him to tell you how the date goes. He responds with, “It was very fun. I really like her :)” and you feel your heart crack under the strain of your unrequited feelings. But you suck it up, like a good friend, you think, and tell him “that’s great!! i’m so happy for you :)”

On Monday, you go back to sitting with Wakatoshi at lunch. When you smile and place your bento box on the table, he waves awkwardly and blinks at you.

Oh, you think, yet again. Maybe I shouldn’t be sitting here.

You feel a stifling lack of familiarity in the air, and it pains you to admit it. You nod back at Wakatoshi, then blink at your lunch tray, feeling too awkward to even open it up and start eating.

He doesn’t say anything. You uncharacteristically take the initiative.

“So… your date,” you begin. “Did you like it?”

His eyelids flutter yet again, and a fond smile crosses his features. “Yes, I did. Her restaurant is very nice, and so is her family. The hayashi rice was very good. She wants to go out again this weekend.”

“You’re going again?” It’s rhetorical. You know the answer already. He nods, and goes back to eating his lunch. A few minutes pass by, and you still can’t find the strength to pick at your bento.

Just as you open your mouth again to babble about a random topic to fill the silence, Wakatoshi’s head darts up and his eyes focus on something behind you. You twist around to see what it is, but a cold feeling in your veins tells you you already know.

She’s pretty, you think as she waves at you and Toshi and takes a seat next to him. Really pretty, actually.

And an angel. She greets you politely, with a wide smile that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle. Her hands are soft and she has pastel yellow acrylics on her nails. “Hi! I’m Hana, it’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

The question sends another wave of cold electricity through your system, and you feel like crying at the realization that Wakatoshi probably didn’t even talk about you. He probably never talks about you, you think, because there’s just not much to talk about when it comes to you.

You give a smile. Your eyes don’t crinkle. “[Y/N],” you tell her. “I’m Ushijima’s friend.”

Maybe the use of his family name is a bit petty, but you convince yourself that you’re just trying to make yourself distant, trying to make yourself appear as less of a threat to Hana. You think it’s natural that she might get antsy about another girl being in Wakatoshi’s life, but then think that she’s probably too kind to ever get jealous or upset. It only makes your heart ache more.

You see the subtlest flinch from Wakatoshi at the use of his surname, but you assume he doesn’t really care much. Him and Hana start talking casually, and tears prick behind your eyes as Hana does her best to involve you in the conversation. She’s so nice, so so nice, and it isn’t fair for you to be so bitter.

“I have to go study in the library now,” you tell them, picking up your untouched bento box from the table and standing up. “But it was really nice meeting you, Hana.” She smiles again, glossy lips and pearly teeth before Wakatoshi interrupts you.

“You didn’t tell me you were leaving early?”

You pause, and think of the irony of that—he didn’t tell you Hana was sitting with him, otherwise you would’ve left them alone in the first place. But you brush it off, and maintain your smile. “Yeah, I guess I forgot.” You huff a humorless laugh. “But I’ll see you guys later.”

You don't end up going to the library, instead settling for the nurse’s office. She’s nice, you think, nice enough to let you get away with a stomachache and sitting out of class for the remainder of the day.

When you’re dismissed, you habitually wait for Wakatoshi at the side door of the school building. It’s a Monday, and he doesn’t have practice, so he’d be able to walk you back to your dorm rather than making you wait in the library.

It’s a fruitless effort, and you hit yourself for not anticipating it earlier—maybe if you did , you would’ve been at your dorm already. If you did, you wouldn’t wait for twenty minutes with the empty hope that Wakatoshi would still walk you home. If you did, you wouldn’t have to watch them pass down the sidewalk together, his team jacket draped over Hana as they talked with each other, hands interlocked and smiles persistent.

As you blink away tears and walk away from the scene, you think that Hana must really be someone special, to break down Wakatoshi’s walls so quickly and make him be so familiar with her in a matter of days.

Either that, or you were never anything special. Just complacent with the relationship you had with the boy, which you think was only formulated out of the coincidence of growing up together.

You try not to let the thoughts get to you, but after a heartbreak it’s a little difficult to think positively about yourself. You settle for taking a nap once you get to your dorm, and hope that the school’s library is open during lunch tomorrow.

---

Thankfully, it is, and you wordlessly leave Hana and Wakatoshi to their own devices during lunch. He doesn’t question it, doesn’t text you, doesn’t ask you after lunch or during class about it. When you dismiss, you don’t wait for him to walk you to your dorm, and for the second time, you’re left walking alone. It’s a little nerve-wracking, having such a sudden change in your routine, and you’re starting to regret not expanding your social circle. If you did, you’d have someone to talk to at lunch, someone to walk with after dismissal, someone to hang out with during the weekends, another contact in your phone that wasn’t just your parents and Wakatoshi.

The week ends. Wakatoshi never texts you, never asks you if you’re okay or questions why you’re so distant. It’s simultaneously painful and relieving—knowing that your presence could so easily be deducted from his life made you rethink a lot of things, but at the same time you think his lack of action makes it easier for you to deal with it.

During lunch on Monday, you’re alone in the library. Until you’re not.

Red flashes by your vision until you can properly process the form of a boy sitting across from you, chin resting in his palm as he looks at you curiously, a teasing expression on his face.

It’s Tendou—you know him fairly well. You can’t consider him a friend just yet, but you’re somewhat close to him, what with both of you being friends with Wakatoshi.

You blink at him, and cock your head to the side. He follows suit. He’s interesting, you think.

“Hi, Tendou.” You greet. “What are you doing here?”

He narrows his eyes at the stiff greeting, and the arm supporting his head drops to the table. A smile peeks through his features, and while his eyes don’t crinkle you can still tell it’s genuine and friendly.

“Just wanted to say hi. I didn’t see you in the cafeteria with Wakatoshi like you usually are. Actually, I haven’t seen you there for a while now. It took me some time to find out where you go, but I’m here now!”

You don’t know how to respond to that, so you settle for a blank stare. He huffs in mock annoyance, and throws his head back with a groan that nearly alerts the librarian.

“Aren’t you happy? Now you can stop moping around and hang out instead.” A pause, then, “So what’s up with you and Toshi? Why don’t you sit with him anymore?”

So this is a therapy session, you think sardonically. Alright, sure. I guess I can tell him.

“He has a girlfriend.” You wince at how sad the words sound coming out of your mouth, and quickly try to defend your tone. “Which is a good thing! I’m not upset—” oh yeah, definitely not, “—but I wanted to leave them alone, so they can hang out. I don't want to get in their way.”

Tendou doesn't respond immediately, instead settling for tilting his head and narrowing his eyes in suspicion. You’re sure he already knows the real reason, but give up on trying to clarify yourself any further.

He gives a wordless hum, eyes darting to the bento box you’d set aside at the beginning of the period. “You’re not eating.” It’s not a question, more of an observation, and you tense up. Tendou isn’t a threat, you know that, but his hyper-awareness of everything and everyone around him intimidates you greatly.

“Not hungry,” you respond, avoiding his scrutinizing gaze. “I eat breakfast, and I don’t normally get hungry until the afternoon.”

“It is the afternoon.” Technically, he’s not wrong. It’s almost 1:30. Regardless, you huff at his technicalities and remain silent.

His gaze is still locked on you. You wonder what he’s still here for, and jokingly tell yourself he’s going to give you a letter and ask you to give it to Wakatoshi like everyone else does.

“You don’t have to stay alone just ‘cause Toshi got a girlfriend.” He’s blunt in his words, which you detest and appreciate at the same time. “He’s not your whole life—doesn’t have to be. You’ve got me now. I’m your new friend, Tendou Satori!” By the end of his spiel, he’s back to his playful self, tone turning childish as he strikes a pose and winks at you.

You make an agreement (more like, he makes a proposition and forces you to comply) to wait for him in the library after school and let him walk you to your dorm. As he leads you to the building, chatting loudly and making you laugh harder than you have in weeks, a strong resolve plants itself in your head.

You have a new friend, and his name is Tendou Satori.

---

For the next week and a half, Tendou is complacent with your dismissive attitude regarding Wakatoshi and indulges you in mindless activities to distract you from any stresses. During the weekend, he takes you out to the mall, buys you boba, and forces you to try on clothes of his choice with the promise that you can do the same to him. While you both giggle in front of the mirror of the dressing room, he pulls out his phone, snaps a picture of you and him in the mirror, and posts it on his Snapchat. You don’t think much of that. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while, and even before then you don’t remember enjoying your time with Wakatoshi as much.

That epiphany makes you hurt a bit, but then you feel Tendou grasp your wrist and lead you off somewhere and things are better. Things are a lot better, really, until a new week approaches and Wakatoshi texts you for the first time in nearly a month.

You hung out with Tendou?

You blink. It’s an interesting way to start a conversation. You suppose Wakatoshi’s not one for formalities, and conclude that he must’ve seen Tendou’s post. Frankly, you’re a bit insulted that Wakatoshi seems shocked at the concept that you can make friends on your own, but you brush it off and text him back.

yeah!! we started talking a while ago. he’s cool.

Are you mad at me?

You don’t know what to think of his question. You don’t know where it came from, or how to respond. Discerning his tone of voice is a bit difficult over text, even more so than it is in person. Nevertheless, you answer honestly.

no? not really? why are you asking?

It takes him a while to respond, and your anxiety grows with each passing second.

You haven't talked to me recently. You don’t eat lunch in the cafeteria anymore. Did I do something wrong?

You don’t know how to explain it to him—don’t really have the energy to go on a rant about how you were avoiding him for your sake, his sake, and his girlfriend’s sake, how you had feelings for him for years and he never noticed and how it was kind of a dick move to be upset over you avoiding him for a month and not even bothering to approach you about it in the first week you started going to the library or the nurse during lunch and walking to the dorms alone.

You settle, once again, for something simpler.

don’t worry about it :) i wasn't avoiding you, but i wanted to give you and hana time alone, so that i didn’t bother you.

Are you and Tendou dating?

You’re sure you’re going to get whiplash from this conversation. You let out a breathy chuckle and tap away on your phone.

no, ushijima, we’re just friends

Oh. Okay

Would you like to sit with me and Hana at lunch tomorrow?

You read the text, then reread it, and lean back in your chair with a sigh. You’re not sure that Wakatoshi knows what he’s doing, but you still appreciate the intended kindness behind the words. You straighten out your posture, look at the blinking line in the message box, and turn your phone off.

The library doors open, and Tendou bounds through with a cute little hop, immediately going to your usual table with a smile.

“Ready to go?” He asks. You check the time—it’s nearly half past six. Tendou notices and apologizes.

“Sorry for making you wait so long. Practice ran a little longer than usual and I didn’t get the chance to text you about it. Wakatoshi was kind of out of it, so Coach made us all suffer the consequences.” He coupled his statements with a laugh, and it eased the unpleasant feeling that arose with his last sentence. His thin fingers wrapped around your wrist carefully, and he tugged you out of your seat to lead you back home.

Wakatoshi left a bit of an empty gap in your life. And you knew that you’d still be reminded of him often and that pain in your chest will return sometimes. The doubt of your previous friendship and the personal guilt of not trying to get closer to him sooner would still linger for a while. But Tendou Satori was a good distraction, and a great friend.

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nbrook29 · 3 years

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11 goofy kiss pls<33

4, 7 for Sobbe omg👀💫👀💫 your talent kgnfjfnlfkf ...

Can you do 15 or 20? Or both for sobbe

Sooo this isn't really on the list of prompts but maybe you could write something about Robbe being totally obsessed with Sander's pouty bottom lip - whenever he sees it he has to pounce on it and kisses/bites/touches/pulls on it. Sander is either turned into a wreck or he teasingly indulges Robbe's obsession

Hi! :)

based on But do you REALLY want the K?

Goofy kiss + Eyelid kiss + Distract kiss + Shut up kiss + Asker’s Choice

In hindsight, Robbe should have seen it coming.

When his school announced that they had received funding to organize free 6-month workshops for their students and local college students after hours, it got his interest right away. Especially when it turned out that the offered courses focused on more niche subjects.

Robbe has always felt some inexplicable fascination with Scandi culture, Norwegian in particular. In fact, ever since he discovered the multiverse theory he’s been half-convinced there must be a Norwegian version of him existing somewhere out there, which would explain this unusual interest of his.

So when he was scanning the list of available courses and his eyes caught Norwegian 101, his heart beat a little faster and he giddily signed up right away.

And then Sander signed up too, claiming that a) if there’s a Norwegian version of Robbe there must be a Norwegian version of Sander too, thank you very much, so it is his duty to learn a little bit of his alter ego’s language, and b) it’s going to be a perfect opportunity for them to make up for the fact that they didn’t experience being in high school together. He’s always all pouty when he talks about it, mourning all those lost opportunities of them making out against a window sill in biology classroom or having secret meetings in the bathroom during class and demands compensation in the form of extra long makeout sessions in Robbe’s bed.

Robbe doesn’t exactly mind, neither the joint classes nor kissing the pout away, which always effectively shuts him up. Quite the contrary actually. Ever since Sander texted him a screenshot of the participants list with DRIESEN SANDER under D, he’s been all hyped up at the prospect of the two of them studying together.

His friends don’t exactly understand why he’s willing to spend his free time in their school building but at least Yasmina shows interest in the workshops as well, signing up for a few, Norwegian included.

He and Sander are the first ones to arrive to the Monday session, and when Sander notices that the classroom is still empty he wiggles his eyebrows grinning at Robbe cheekily, spins him around in a swift move and pins him to the window sill, his hands going around his thighs to make him sit down on it.

“Is this everything you dreamed about and more?” Robbe chuckles at the delighted look on Sander’s face, legs snaking around his waist to hold him tighter.

“Yes, I got you right where I want you,” he replies smugly and doesn’t wait another second before pressing a tiny kiss to his lips, then another one, and another, until Robbe makes a soft noise of protest making Sander finally give in and kiss him properly, dipping his tongue past his lips in no time. Robbe lets one of his hands slip down, making his path down his back over the black denim jacket, stopping barely above Sander’s belt, and then without second-guessing himself goes down even lower to give his butt a firm squeeze, because it’s just so... deliciously squeezable.

They only break apart when they hear someone clearing their throat and when Robbe catches the sight of Yasmina regarding them with amusement, he quickly disentangles himself from Sander, wiping at his mouth with poorly hidden embarrassment. Sander is unfazed, as always, turning around with a swagger and shooting Yasmina one of his most charming smiles. She’s not a sucker for it though, contrary to Robbe, so she just fondly rolls her eyes shaking her head at their antics.

The classroom starts to fill in quickly after and before they realize the only empty seats left are placed in the back. Only Yasmina manages to snatch herself one closer to the front. Sander graciously allows Robbe to take the only unoccupied spot in the sixth row and he himself marches over to row eight.

The first hour and a half flies by and Robbe is having more fun than he anticipated. The teacher, Vilde, is young, she’s quirky in that positive way and her approach to the subject differs from what Robbe is used to during his regular classes.

He takes notes diligently and tries to participate as much as possible but he struggles with pronunciation when asked for reading a few words out loud. When Vilde asks Sander to read them, he does it with flying colors, the jerk, and the girl is so impressed that she calls him a natural, praising his perfect pronunciation of “engelsk” and “kjole” while smiling a bit too much and too wide at him. In Robbe’s humble opinion.

Once she goes back to writing on the board, he turns around to see Sander giving him a shit-eating grin so he does the only right thing in this situation and sticks his tongue out at him.

They are two hours in when Robbe gets hit in the ear with a small paper ball which then lands perfectly in the middle of his notebook. He throws a glance at the obvious suspect but Sander seems to be deep into copying the grammar rules from the board to his MacBook.

His elegant handwriting gives him away though.

Du er digg 🖤

Vilde mentioned that last word just five minutes ago, more as a fun fact than anything else but of course Sander caught and remembered it.

He’s fighting against the beaming smile that threatens to take over his face because he doesn’t want to look like a lunatic to everybody around. Sander isn’t bothered by things like that though so when Robbe looks at him again he’s resting his chin on his hand, staring at him unabashedly with a grin of his own as he notices the flush on Robbe’s cheeks.

He tells him as quietly as he can to quit distracting him to which Sander raises his arms in surrender and with a feigned-serious expression busies himself with the given exercise. If Robbe then tucks the note into the back of his notebook no one needs to know.

Not even a full five minutes pass when another paper ball lands on his desk. Robbe heaves a long-suffering sigh and raises his eyes to the heavens because yes, now he has to deal with a rebel of a boyfriend.

When he straightens out the note, he snorts.

Do you like me?

Circle YES or NO

🖤

Seems like Sander is having lots of fun acting out this high school romance fantasy.

He decides to indulge him and reaches for a red ink pen to circle YES. Then, he adds a bunch of crooked hearts (because he’s not the artist in this relationship) on a whim. Once he makes sure Vilde isn’t looking in their direction, he throws the note back to Sander, but not without catching the disapproving look from Yasmina who rolls her eyes so hard Robbe is surprised they aren’t stuck. He just shrugs at her without remorse.

Sander opens the paper ball as delighted as a child opening their Christmas gift and when he sees the answer he pretends to swoon in his chair, blowing him a long kiss from above his notes.

“Sander, I think you should be paying attention.” Vilde’s reproach pulls Robbe from gazing at his boyfriend like a love-struck puppy and he immediately shoots him a cheeky grin because it’s just really satisfying to watch him being scolded by a teacher.

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Sander clears his throat as he straightens on his chair before he glances at his laptop and adds with a smirk, “Or, rather, Du har rett, Vilde.”

Then he winks at her and his confident demeanor clearly succeeds to appease her because she starts to wax lyrical about his oh so amazing pronunciation again.

Ugh. What a show off.

Though, Robbe has to admit that it sounds kinda hot when he speaks Norwegian but it’s not like he’s going to go and tell him that. Instead, he reaches for his phone to shoot him a quick text.

R: You’re such a teacher’s pet oh my god

R: Also stop flirting with her, she’s seconds away from swooning

S: Are we jealous?

R: Yes, very, I’m worried you’re gonna run away to norway with her and have viking children together 🤭

S: 😘

There is no bell signaling the end of the class but at 17:15 Vilde thanks them for today’s lesson and everybody starts to pack and gradually leave. Robbe is shoving his stuff into his backpack when he feels fingers in his hair pulling his head back without real force to angle it better. Then, Sander places a big loud smooch on his lips making him giggle and swipe at him lightly.

“You’re such a dork.”

He reaches to put the strands hanging over his forehead back in their place, scratching at his scalp a little and when Sander leans into the touch, closing his eyes with a pleased purr, he stands on his tiptoes and presses a tiny kiss to his left eyelid, which earns him one of Sander’s sweetest smiles.

Once his bag is packed, they leave the classroom with their index fingers entwined, swaying their hands a little as they walk. “So, did you like that class?”

Sander nods. “Yeah, it was cool. You?”

“You know, I thought those three hours are gonna be a bitch but it was actually pretty fucking nice.”

Sander pushes his tongue in his cheek, wiggling his eyebrows at him. “And did you like my notes?”

Robbe pretends to scrunch up his face, trying not to laugh at Sander’s offended huff. “Hey! Well, okay then, if you’re like that I’m not gonna send you any next time.”

He juts out his bottom lip and honestly, it’s Robbe’s kryptonite, and he’s long made peace with a fact that he’s weirdly obsessed with it; it’s just so plush and enticing and he has spent hours upon hours kissing and biting it, the fact that it made Sander go weak in the knees for him an additional bonus.

So Robbe uses it against him to distract him from pouting, and this time it’s him who pushes Sander against the wall close to the school exit. He pulls their bodies together, delighted at the surprised hitch in Sander’s breath when he sticks out his tongue to drag it along his bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth to nip it a little, to then soothe the sting with his tongue again. He can feel his ministrations are starting to work and with each second Sander is turning into a pile of goo in his arms.

A voice in the back of his head tells him the school corridor is probably not the best place for this so he eventually pulls back and drags him away from the wall to the school yard. Sander follows him but not without half-hearted protests that stop only when Robbe kisses him hard to shut him up in the middle of the school yard.

“Come on, there’s a bed in my room with our names on it and my mom works until 20 tonight.”

“Is there a shower with our names on it too?”

“If you’re good,” Robbe pretends to think about it, “then I guess that can be arranged.”

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic

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mindofharry · 4 years

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‘watermelon sugar’

inspired by the video dedicated to touching!

* smut!!!!!! smut!!!! smut!!! this is my first imagine writing smut, so pls give me feedback!!! :D

the sun beat down on her pale skin as she wandered around the beach. the beach was beautiful. the sand was hot and golden and the cool ocean was a pale blue. the waves were peaceful and the wind wasn’t even noticeable. for january the weather was beautiful, she even had to put sunscreen on her skin (she burnt easily).

the music video shoot was already going so well — considering they only started the shoot 3 hours ago.

but all the fun eventually came to an end when the director told them to take a 30 minute break. most of the models stayed back on the set, relaxing and chatting, but y/n wandered off once again, remembering the cave she spotted earlier this morning. it was easily the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.

harry introduced himself once again during the break, making sure everyone was ok and what not. “don’t get me wrong, you’re all lovely, but wasn’t there a green haired girl here?” harry asked trying not to blush as he imagined the girl. he tried not to think about her, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of as she touched herself and other models, she was a complete natural. she wasn’t embarrassed or shy.

and harry really liked that.

“um yeah, y/n’s just gone for a walk”

harry nodded clearing his throat before continuing the conversation. soon enough, the green haired girl called y/n arrived back, just in time for the shoot to start again — and for more madness to ensue. “i don’t think we’ve properly met. i’m harry” he said holding out his hand smiling. y/n pulled her sunglasses down and immediately shook his hand. “i know who you are!” she laughed and harry immediately blushed. “o...o...of course you do” he stuttered and then mentally kicked himself for stuttering infront of a pretty girl. “come on. i can feel the directors glare from all the way over here” she giggled dragging harry along with her.

she was glad that harry lambert, had picked out a good swimsuit, along with his team and such. she was in a white bikini that had flowers on where her nipples would be. and on her pants was the same but a flower where her clit is. she would definitely be robbing these and wearing them on her next holiday.

you see, this bikini was a hit. for y/n and harry. it was obvious that harry had a little crush on y/n so harry lambert, his partner in crime, told the directors to get a little harry and y/n action in. and of course, they listened. “ok y/n i need you to lay back down onto harry” he yelled and she manuvered herself over laying her head on his lap. “you ok with this?”harry asked immediately and she smiled “more than ok” she replied — she was about to call him consent king, an inside joke on the set, as he always made sure to triple check that everyone was ok with what they were doing. but she decided against it and just smiled a bit brighter. and that made harry’s heart burst.

“ok! action”

i just wanna taste it, i just wanna taste it, watermelon sugar high!

the music played as harry sung to y/n. his hand running through her green hair as the models beside him ran their hands down her body, her doing the same to them. he wanted her to touch him. he wanted to feel her soft hands down his chest, over his tattoos. he wanted to feel her kiss down his stomach and thighs and lips.

“ok harry! that’s good! we’re all good for now” the director called out. “ok we have one more scene to film, that harry wants to film specifically so” the director said with a clap of hands “then we’ll probably have this finished in the next two to the three days! we still need to get the ending scenes, but you’ve all been so cooperative, it should fly by!” he finished and nodded towards harry.

“harry whenever you’re ready”

y/n had never been more turned on in her life, she felt like she was making a naughty video. and she’s made lots of those before, but this was more. the feeling of harry standing over her, filming her get touched by another girl, made a clit throb. she was in a yellow top this top with cut out squares so you could easily see her nipples in it, which she kind of loved. the girl touching her had red nails, and pale skin. and god she was beautiful, if possible that made y/n even wetter.

“y....yeah.... uh we’re good here now” harry stuttered out before clearing his throat. y/n smiled at the girl with red nails “that felt great” y/n teased. she could feel harry’s stare on her as she downright flirted with the model right in front of him.

“hey y/n could i talk to you?” harry asked quite agitated at the sight of y/n with her nipples out. y/n smirked and nodded getting up of sand. they both walked up to a small little shed on the beach, harry immediately pulled the model behind it, making sure no one could see them. he pressed the green haired angel against the white wall of the shed, groaning with delight.

“you’re driving my crazy” he groaned as y/n slid her hands up and down his chest. y/n teased him with a pout. “oh you poor baby!” she giggled. she immediately stopped the teasing when harry’s lips met her neck, her breathing stopped for a minute. her hands grabbed onto his messy, curly hair. y/n’s head leaned back her body arching. “harry” she moaned as his hand reached up to breast teasing her hard nipple. “jesus christ” she whispered pulling his head up by his hair. he couldn’t help but let out a moan. she smirked. y/n placed her red lips on his, immediately letting out a moan, his tongue finally finding away to make an entrance. “you dirty boy” she murmured holding each side of his face. she could feel his hard cock against her pelvis. “look how hard you, pretty boy” she said grabbing a hold of it.

“please, p...please”

“please what?” she smirked enjoying the effect she had over him. she wanted to feel him inside of her, so bad. but he’ll have to beg a little first. “please, baby. please, let my cock inside your pretty mouth. beautiful girl, please” he almost sobbed. y/n had never been with someone this emotional before, but she very much liked it so far. “ok, baby, ok” she replied opening his shirt buttons. once harry shrugged off his top she kneeled down on the ground kissing right above his jeans, her hands holding his hips in place. “c...come on baby. please” he whined and she laughed before unbuttoning his pants and dragging down his boxers. her mouth watered at the sight. it was the hardest and biggest dick she’d ever seen. in her opinion, it was beautiful. it was red, almost blue. it was just calling her name. her pants were drenched, she’s sure you could smell her arousal from a mile away.

her tongue made its way to the tip of harry’s cock, and harry’s already fit to cum. she takes him all the way, not gagging once. he groans so loud the y/n has to slap his thigh. harry found release in her green hair, grabbing onto it, the moans coming out of her vibrate, the vibrations running up his body. she continues sucking on his red, hard cock, but begins to fondle with his balls. that’s where he’s a goner. harry begins to move at his on pace, to put it out straight, he starts fucking her face. y/n loves every second of this. the roughness of this could make her cum so quickly. harry groaning, pulling her hair and fucking her face is just so much for one pussy to handle. “shit, baby, m’gonna cum” he cries and quickly takes his dick out. he wants to cum all over her pretty face.

“come on, baby. cum all over my face” she said so innocently batting her eyelashes. he nodded letting the cum splash out across her face, more so her cheeks, she also made sure to get some in her mouth letting her tongue out like it was raining.

“oh fuck” harry cried falling down on the ground. y/n licked most of the cum off her, his cum tasted salty and sexy. she let the rest of the cum rest on her face, for effect. “you, ok buddy?” y/n asked crawling over to him. he nodded closing his eyes “that was the best blow job i’ve ever gotten. holy shit” he said — almost out of breath. y/n shrugged smiling coyly. “i try” she replied. harry grabbed his shirt and got rid of the cum on her face. she pouted saying “i liked that!”

“come here”

y/n followed harry’s movements that led to her sitting on top of harry’s waist. “let me do something for you” he said placing his fingers on top of her drenched panties. “you’re already so wet for me” he said smiling as she nodded “just for you, harry, just for you” she moaned moving her hips.

his fingers stopped and she let out a whine “sit on my face” harry said, y/n looked at him confused “sit on my face, y/n” he said sternly. she nodded immediately stripping of her pants and throwing them to the side. y/n placed her pussy right in front of harry’s mouth and he sighed happily “so pretty. such a pretty little kitty” he said swiping his finger along her slit, testing her wetness. “i’m going to skip to the good part” he whispered grabbing a hold of her waist and bringing her sex down to his wet lips.

harry wrapped his lips around her, bud. he pressed his the flat of his tongue against her, and licked it up and down. “oh my god” y/n moaned her face looking straight up at the blue sky. she needed to move, but his grip on her waist was too tight. her moans, made harry move his tongue, more forcefully.

“fuck harry” she almost screamed. “yeah, baby right there” she whined closing her eyes and arching her body. harry couldn’t even tell what was real and fake. her moaning, the heat, her delicious pussy. her kitten tasted amazing, not like anything he’d ever tasted before. ironically it tasted sweet, like watermelon sugar.

harry hummed his approval against her, and the added stimulus, had her bare toes curling against the warm sand. “fuck, fuck” y/n moaned. she wanted to cum, so bad. but she never wanted this feeling to end. this feeling of euphoria.

the pleasure was so intense, y/n lost track of time and place. all she could here was herself calling out harry’s name and her finally getting to ride his face.

“oh, god” she cried as she could feel herself letting go.

god did she taste sweet.

she bucked and heaved holding on to harry’s arms. he continued to lick and he drink her in. her essence and passion.

“jesus christ” she sighed rolling off of harry laying down beside him. “hey! i wasn’t done cleaning you up!” he whined and she laughed “give the vagina a break for a sec. your tongue is a masterpiece” she moaned almost cumming again at the thought of it. “could say the same thing about yours” he replied and she giggled “oh i know” she said smugly.

“wanna head back to my house, i’m sure everyone’s left by now” harry asked and waited in enticipation. y/n hummed “only if you promise not to have me walking for the next month”

“deal”

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harringtonstudios · 4 years

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nonsense.

plot: LA clubs lead to LA problems, not always the bad kind of problems.

A/N: SMUT!!!! this is my first time writing smut so pls let me know what ya’ll think. this was inspired by an interview where kells admitted to being bad at flirting lmao & ‘nonsense’ by comethazine (blast it, it’s dope)

taglist: @iamdorka @no-shxt-sherl

Visiting Los Angeles for winter break was one of the best ideas you’d had. Being a full-time college student with a part-time job didn’t leave you much room to party during the semester, and once finals were over, you’d booked a flight with your best friend to the City of Angels. Instead of shelving out money for a hotel room, you guys had rented an AirBnB out. Two days into the trip and you were already feeling better than you had in months. Something about the city lit you up inside, and going out every night boosted that feeling, clearing your head.

Tonight, you had decided to drag your friend to the infamous Sunset Strip. It wasn’t too far from the place you had rented out, and the weather in LA was great despite it being late December. Wearing one of your newer dresses, you’d done a quick makeup look and thrown on a pair of sneakers. Wearing heels to clubs was a bad decision that you’d learned the first night out, leading to an emergency shopping spree at the nearest Walmart to buy cheap sneakers that would be better for partying.

Posing in the mirror, you eyed yourself up. The dress was leather red, accentuating all the right curves on your body. It ended mid-thigh, and you rubbed lotion on the rest of your legs, happy with the feel of them. The dress was a type you’d never worn before, and the way it hugged your body brought up a few insecurities, but you tried to push them to the back of your mind. LA was about confidence, being the best version of yourself, and you looked fucking hot. It was time to conquer the Strip.

Walking into the first nightclub, you were already feeling the buzz. The lights were dimmed, music blasting as you walked over to the bar. You’d quickly found that if you waited around the bar a little, free drinks would start flowing your way, so you sat down, smiling as your best friend plopped next to you. Tonight was going to be special, something was in the air, and you couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

Four tequila shots in, you were on the dance floor. Hands wrapped around your best friend’s neck, swaying to the music. The alcohol had hit just right, and you were tempted to start grinding but you knew she’d hate that, something about cockblocking her, so you looked around trying to find someone who would catch your eye. Just as you were about to make eye contact, a commotion broke out near the doors. You turned just to see a group of people walk in, and soon the dance floor was emptied out, people flocking to the new clubgoers. Making no attempt to chase the people, you dropped your hands and leaned over to whisper over the music, “Hey, I’m gonna get another drink. You okay here?”

She gave you an enthusiastic nod. As soon as you walked off the floor, you spotted her making a move on one of the guys left on the floor. Laughing, you shook your head. She never wasted an opportunity. Placing yourself back down on a barstool, you smiled as the bartender passed you a cocktail. You’d definitely miss the free drinks when you went back home. Swiveling around, you watched the dance floor slowly fill up again. You still had clear eyes on Y/F/N, and you sat there, perusing the club to see if anyone sparked your interest.

There was another commotion, people gathering on the club floor, and you winced as you saw a girl get elbowed in the face. You’d quickly learned that getting into a crowd, especially when there were potential celebrities involved, was always a bad idea. People got mean when they wanted something bad, especially if you were in their way. Turning back around to the bartender, you watched in appreciation as they shook up a few drinks.

Thirty seconds in, someone plopped down on the stool next to you. Eyes wandering slightly, you appreciated the man sitting there. He had messy bleach blonde hair, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with a couple of red stripes on it, and nice hands. That one was important, hands could show you a lot, and his hand a couple of rings brandished on them. You saw him clock you, and then he leaned over a little before uttering, “Great legs, what time do they open?”

You scoffed before turning to face him. He was way cuter than you had thought, a nose piercing, blue eyes that were highlighted by the bar lighting. You took a second to think about exactly how you wanted to respond, if he had said anything fucking else, you would have played along, but this one just didn’t hit at all. “They don’t,” you smiled as you spit it out.

His brows furrowed, and he grabbed his drink, taking a sip. You stepped off, deciding to walk around. Finding your friend in a corner wasn’t a surprise, and quickly passing by, she threw you a thumbs up. You were happy for her, and you took a breath before getting back on the dance floor.

It’d been an hour of dancing with multiple people and you still hadn’t hit it off with anybody. The greatest ten minutes you’d had was grinding on the girl with hair the prettiest shade of pink and even then, she’d blown you a kiss before her friends had dragged her off. The alcohol had worn off, but you hadn’t made your way back to the bar yet, trying to stretch your time dancing. Glancing around, you accidentally made contact with the guy from earlier. He was surrounded by people, bopping his head to the beat. He smirked as you stared for a little too long, and then he was breaking apart from the group, walking over. You braced yourself as he came to a stop in front of you.

He was tall, standing calmly as the crowd started to thrash to a new song. He leaned over, placing a hand on your shoulder, and suddenly you were burning. “Can I get you a drink?”

He moved back, watching your face. Biting your lip, you nodded. Yeah, he fucked up with that pick-up line, but you needed to kiss somebody before you went crazy and the skin contact had you feeling some type of way. He smiled before tilting his head toward the bar. You got the hint and started walking, feeling his hand casually rest on your hip as he followed behind.

Leaning against the wall, you saw him chat up the bartender and within seconds, he was in front of you holding two drinks. “We’ve gotten off on the wrong foot, haven’t we? But you do have very pretty legs. I had to say something,” he started off and you laughed before taking a sip, crunching on the ice.

“Next time, try not to. I’m Y/N,” you said as he licked his lips.

“Colson.” Reaching over to place a hand above your head, he leaned into your space. “So, what are you doing here tonight?” he questioned.

“Wondering why you’re wearing a long-sleeved shirt in a club,” you responded, poking your tongue out of the side of your mouth. Raising his eyebrows, he laughed, “You’re cute.”

He leaned over, letting his lips brush your ear, “It’s a fashion statement.” He was so close to you, his body caging you in with the wall. You could feel the heat of his breath against your ear, and you felt the fire start to glow in your stomach. He moved his head back, and you looked up at him, seeing him smirk again and all of a sudden the fire roared. Pushing up, you met his lips. His mouth was warm, lips softer than you expected. Wrapping an arm around his neck, you brought him down a little. A few seconds and then his other hand found its way back to your waist. It was cold from the drink and you gasped as he trailed it down, ghosting over your bare thigh.

“Sorry,” he muttered, breaking the kiss. He moved his hand, and you grabbed it before he could bring it up.

“Keep it there,” you whispered, and he grinned. Taking your drink, he dropped it on the counter before leaning down to kiss you again. Putting a hand in his hair, you pulled it a little, not expecting the little moan that came out of his mouth. Suddenly, all you wanted to hear was that sound on loop. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his hand pulling up the side of your dress a little before reaching around to grab your ass.

You arched off the wall as he gripped your ass, breaking the kiss. Keeping you against the corner, he licked the side of your neck, kissing at the junction of your shoulder. Your hands were both in his hair now, and you pulled him closer as he nipped at your skin. Biting down slowly, he smacked your ass a little.

“Fuck,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“You like that?” he muttered and then he was sucking down on your neck.

Blowing on the spot he just sucked, he brought his hand back to your thigh, fingers trailing up to your underwear. His rings were cold against the warm heat of your inner thighs and you whined at the contrast in temperature. Raising his head again, he stopped moving.

You were a vision to take in, flushed, hair messy, leaning against the wall, eyes closed. You moved your hips, trying to get some friction and he kissed you softly, pushing your underwear to the side as he traced a finger over you. You leaned into the touch, trying to create more pressure and he moved his finger away.

“Nope,” and he grinned as your eyes shot open.

“Don’t move,” he said, staring into your eyes and you swallowed as he brought his fingers back to where you wanted them. Slowly, he traced circles and you bit your lip as he hovered over your clit.

Throwing your head back, you grabbed his shoulders as he inserted a finger inside you. “Shit,” you murmured and then suddenly, the pressure was gone.

Looking back, you saw your best friend standing right in front of you where Colson had been. He was pushed against the bar and he looked at you, eyes widened.

“Y/F/N, what the fuck,” you barked out, pulling your dress down, fixing your hair.

“I thought you were in danger, you didn’t give me the thumbs up,” she rationed. Her eyes took in your composure and you grimaced before responding, “My eyes were closed. I was fine.”

“Yeah, well I know that now,” she gestured to Colson, who was still staring at you two, “um… well continue!”

She walked away, and you stared as she flounced to the bar. Pushing yourself off the wall, you felt yourself blushing as you looked at him. He was snickering as he picked up your drinks from earlier, popping a small ice cube in his mouth. His eyes were sparking and you made a face before taking the glass from him.

“Hey,” he protested but you threw him a look.

“Trust me, I need the alcohol way more than you do,” and then you were both laughing and things felt just right. You’d found something special tonight and that’s all you wanted, so you let yourself feel the music and swallowed another gulp of room temperature whiskey sour, eyes trailing over the man who’d had you weak a couple of minutes ago.

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Girl I Met On The Internet, 5/6 (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n these chapters aren’t really that long but i keep taking forever to get them written and edited lol but anyway i hope ya’ll enjoy!!

Gigi stayed at Crystal’s house for a while after their kiss. Crystal showed Gigi all of the art that was not yet hanging up on her walls, gave her a house tour, and introduced her to her cat Tic Tac, who Gigi instantly fell in love with.

Gigi finally had to go when Crystal said her mom was on her way home from work, and would not be happy with Crystal if she found out she had someone over without permission.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine walking home?” Crystal asked, watching Gigi put her shoes back on from where she was standing in the kitchen.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I live like, two streets down, actually so I’ll be there in like five minutes!” Gigi reassured her.

They hugged goodbye, Crystal walking her out and standing on her front porch until Gigi went out of sight. A few minutes later, Gigi messaged her.

gigi: i’m home and i miss ur cat

crystal: :o only tic tac??? not me??

gigi: yeah <3

crystal: you’re a loser

To Crystal’s disappointment, she didn’t hear from Gigi again until much later. Crystal had been debating getting off TikTok and going to sleep early for once when Gigi finally messaged her back.

gigi: do u wanna facetime

crystal: YEAH!

Crystal balanced her phone on her history textbook that was still laying on her bed and grabbed Tic Tac, knowing Gigi would love seeing the cat again.

“Hi!” Gigi waved, gasping when she saw Tic Tac in frame. “Who’s the cutest cat ever?”

Gigi showed Crystal her room and her closet. Eventually, they both exited the FaceTime app to go on Twitter, but stayed on the call. They made it their mission to annoy the other girls by spamming them with pictures of frogs and other memes they had found funny.

crystal: frog in a hat frog in a hat

nicky: why not sheep? they are the superior animal!

crystal: No <3 but i fuck with you for trying

Jackie: Does this happen often?

nicky: crystal and gigi are always on some bullshit. just ignore them queen

jan!: nicky pls stop trying to steal jackie

nicky: i simply breathed

“Hey, I think I’m going to bed,” Crystal yawned, “I’m tired. I would’ve been asleep by now if you didn’t want to talk.”

“Wait, before you go, do you maybe want to walk to school together tomorrow?” Gigi asked, coming back onto the app to see Crystal’s face.

Crystal smiled. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Great! I’ll message you in the morning. Goodnight, ba- bitch!”

Being so tired, Crystal almost didn’t catch Gigi’s slip up. “Goodnight, Gigi.”

Being just friends was going to be difficult, Crystal decided before finally allowing herself to fall asleep.

Walking to school became Gigi and Crystal’s new thing. With Crystal’s mom’s permission, Gigi would join Crystal after school on days she didn’t have practice, often staying for dinner. Crystal’s mom met Gigi a week after they started doing this, and was very skeptical the first time she met Gigi, not expecting Crystal to have befriended a cheerleader, but quickly welcomed her with open arms.

After Gigi had dinner with Crystal and her mom, her and Crystal went back into Crystal’s room to get some homework done. Gigi’s mom requested her to come home after Gigi and Crystal finished Gigi’s algebra homework. They were both pretty bad at math, but Crystal insisted if they worked together they would be able to figure it out, which was debatable at best.

“I don’t want to go. I’m too comfy,” Gigi complained, not wanting to get up from Crystal’s bed.

“You have to. Sorry.” Crystal replied, making Gigi stick her tongue out at her.

A few moments later, Gigi sat up, remembering that she wanted to ask Crystal something. “Hey, so before I go, I was thinking…”

“You think?” Crystal teased, giggling. Gigi gasped in mock offense, throwing a pillow at her head.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Gigi continued, “I was thinking that we should have lunch together tomorrow. Only talking to you in the halls is not enough.”

“Yeah, of course! Do you want to meet me in the art room then?” Crystal asked, shutting her textbook and turning to face Gigi.

“No. I’ll come meet you outside your class. What happens next is a surprise.”

Those words replayed in Crystal’s brain for the rest of the night. A conversation that happened in the group chat when Crystal was in the shower got her even more excited.

gigi: guys guess what

jan!: yeah??

gigi: i miss crystal :(

jan!: weren’t you at her house like an hour ago

heidi: hold up WHAT

heidi: miss gigi was WHERE????

jaida: what now

gigi: JAN SHUSH you ruined my reveal!!!

jaida: JAN YOU KNEW THIS??? and didn’t wish to share???

jan!: uh-

heidi: not a reveal DHGJSDH

gigi: i’m gonna ask crystal out and then after that i was gonna send a selfie of us revealing that we are dating AND that we live in the same town and everyone would lose their minds at the superior couple

jaida: now why would you announce that if she’s in here

gigi: SHIT

gigi: everyone spam the chat she doesn’t read up

jan!: SUPERIOR COUPLE?? HELLO???

jan!: stealing your idea. we aren’t dating yet but look at me and jackie :-)

nicky: I HEARD JACKIE IM HERE

jaida: nicky why do you hit on everyone who’s not available dgfhfj first gigi, and then you were a crystal stan and now this

nicky: why are you acting like this is a problem jai

Jackie: I find it hilarious. Jan only reserves that side of her when Ariana Grande posts a selfie. I’m chopped liver to her.

jan!: JACKIE THAT’S A LIE DHJBFDKH WHY DO YOU ONLY COME IN HERE TO BULLY ME

Jackie: ;)

gigi: jackie’s using emojis we did it gays

nicky: i am a homewrecker. jaida, find a partner and i will flirt with you too

heidi: nicky literally no one asked

jaida: well damn..

jaida: hey heidi you single??

heidi: NOT THISIDHDGKJS

Crystal usually didn’t read up, due to pure laziness and the fact that these girls could send fifty messages a minute if they wanted to. It was too much for Crystal sometimes. This time she decided to read up, and she was glad she did. They didn’t try hard enough to hide anything Gigi said, and Crystal was even more excited for the next day.

Crystal got up extra early that morning, putting more effort than she usually would on taming her curly hair and put on a tad bit more makeup than usual. She searched her closet for the perfect outfit, and finally picked out a hot pink jumpsuit with purple flowers on it, with a headband with the same design on it to match.

She loved what she saw when she finally looked at herself in her full length mirror. Crystal knew this was going to be a good day; she looked good, and Gigi was going to ask her out during lunch. She was so excited.

gigi: im on ur street!

Crystal tried her best to mask her excitement as she walked down the hall and out the front door, not wanting Gigi to know she was aware of her plan.

“You look so cute!” Gigi exclaimed as soon as she saw Crystal.

“Thanks! You do too, we match!” Crystal replied.

Gigi was wearing a pink floral shirt with white shorts, and Crystal thought she looked very nice. Gigi always did, but it didn’t appear that she put in any extra effort, unlike Crystal did.

Crystal didn’t let that upset her, she told herself that the way Gigi dressed probably wouldn’t affect anything Gigi had planned.

Due to Crystal’s impatience, the morning felt much longer. When the bell signaling that it was lunch finally rang, Crystal couldn’t hide the gigantic grin on her face if she tried. Right outside the doorway stood Gigi, and two other girls who were on the cheerleading squad. Crystal found this odd, but made her way over anyway.

“Hey, you ready?” Gigi asked, giving Crystal a quick hug. “This is Rosy and this is Symone,” Gigi said, motioning to the other girls. “I want you to meet them so we’re all having lunch together!”

Realization hit. There was no date, Crystal was way off. She really hoped her face didn’t show her disappointment. She tried to ignore it, Crystal was curious to meet Symone and Rosy. Gigi had mentioned them briefly before, but they must’ve been close if Gigi was introducing them.

“Just with you guys? Not Dahlia?”

“Nope, she has a dentist appointment.” Gigi confirmed, and the four of them took off to the cafeteria.

Lunch was surprisingly nice. Rosy and Symone were way nicer than Dahlia ever had been to Crystal. Symone liked to paint, and Rosy loved Harry Styles so there was much for Crystal to discuss with them. Crystal didn’t like them as much as she liked her internet friends, but she couldn’t say they didn’t exceed her expectations. Crystal wondered why Gigi wasn’t always surrounding herself with cheerleaders like Rosy and Symone, who were genuinely nice and positive, but that would be a question for another time.

Despite lunch going better than expected, Crystal was sad that she was so off about what Gigi had planned. She felt stupid, even though none of what Gigi had said hinted to only inviting Crystal to have lunch with her friends on the squad.

On their way to Crystal’s house, Gigi could tell something was off with the green haired girl. She was going to get to the bottom of it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Gigi asked once they got in Crystal’s room, both of them sitting on the bed.

“It’s stupid, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine,” Crystal lied, busying herself by petting Tic Tac, who had jumped up to join them on the bed.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” Gigi pushed, wanting to help.

Crystal took a deep breath, and let it all out. “What are we, Gigi? We said we’d be just friends for now but I thought you were going to take me on a date during lunch today since you told the group chat about your plan but I was wrong!”

Gigi had to take a moment to process everything. “I was going to try to clear that up by taking you on a date during spring break.” She admitted, making Crystal’s eyes go wide.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, I just-” Crystal mumbled, feeling awful,

“That’s why I wanted you to meet my other friends.” Gigi continued, “I think I’m going to come out to them before spring break.”

Crystal was shocked, “Gigi, spring break is next week. Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah. I need to. I talk to them about you all the time and I think they’re starting to get suspicious.” Gigi blushes.

“Even Dahlia?”

“Yeah, but she’s moving this summer so she’ll be out of her hair soon enough.”

“I think this is the best day ever, honestly.” Crystal giggles, leaning forward to press a kiss to Gigi’s cheek, making her whine.

“No. On the lips.” Gigi pouted.

“I don’t kiss before the first date, Georgia Rose.” Crystal teases.

“You’re so stupid!” Gigi huffs, tackling Crystal onto her bed, tickling her sides until she thought Crystal had enough. When Gigi finally stopped, Crystal lied there for a moment, still giggling even though Gigi’s manicured fingers weren’t on her anymore.

“You’re so mean! I didn’t deserve that.”

“You’re the one who wouldn’t kiss me!” Gigi whined again, flipping Crystal off.

“Don’t stress. G. Spring break will be here before we know it.”

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liliseestheworld · 4 years

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Stay home with me. hhj-part2

author’s note: I wrote and rewrote this a lot; it’s my first time writing smut so I didn’t want to dissapoint anyone. Pls give me feedback, good or bad. And please stay safe everyone

Your mom was going to kill you. For real. Imagine your daughter calling you at 1 am to tell you she was going to stay with a boy during a world pandemic. At least, it could be worse, right? You didn’t tell her you’ve just met the boy though, explaining to her that you met up with one of your best friends from college and decided to hang out together for a few days. Plus, you told her one of your female friends was his roommate. A little lie never killed anyone.

It was hard to persuade her, but she had to give in; simply because there was nothing she could do. Come after her? She didn’t know where she was. Call the police and tell them that she went out in the middle of the night? She wouldn’t snitch. Order you to come back? You were an adult already. And even so, deep inside, she was relieved that you got to spend some time with someone else. She was worried about you, slouching on the couch all day- when you were feeling good enough to leave the bed.

And that’s how you found yourself sneaking back to Hyunjin’s flat with him. He lived quite near the rink, but you still had to be careful. Not too extra though, like Hyunjin was right now. He was walking slowly on his toes, hiding behind cars, streetlights and occasionally vending machines. He was making the 10 minutes walk into a 30 minute James Bond movie. Was he even breathing?

“God, what a perfect hiding space. No one would see the 2 meters tall dork crouching behind that volvo.”

“Hey, I am being cautious here. And having fun at the same time. When is the last time you got to roll over the street and then shoot enemies with your finger gun?”

“I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or not, but actually I did this a few weeks before the quarantine. College parties sure as hell are fun.”

Hyunjin was staring at you weirdly, but then burst into laughter; he looked adorable. Right there in that moment, you wanted to stay around him forever. Were the streetlights and windy night at fault for this? You saw too many couple’s aesthetic moodboards. Maybe you could delete some of them from your gallery. Although you had to admit: Hyunjin would be a perfect fit in all of them.

“Come on, y/n, let’s shoot imaginary villains. Think of a crime. What had they done?”

“I don’t know, go out during isolation and break into an ice rink? Pretty dangerous fellas.”

“You’re no fun. We’re not shooting ourselves.”

“Ok, ok. We’re after gang members. Wanted for possession of drugs, violence and all the package.”

“That’s more like it.”

“But we need cool detective’s names.”

“How about Santiago and Peralta?”

“Are you making a Brooklyn nine-nine reference? ‘Cause I love it! Let’s go with those.”

It was almost 2 am. The world was quiet, as it was crumbling slowly around you two. The shops were closed, city on lockdown, empty parks and food markets were overwhelmed with demand. The economy was going down fast. And you were it the middle of a dark street, running around parked cars with finger guns aimed somewhere in space and Hyunjin following you close.

What a strange night.

Just shortly after your arrest of the third ‘gang member’, Hyunjin pointed to a nearby building.

“There it is. We made it, part’ner. I have to say, you make one hell of a hot cop.”

“Just because you use Peralta’s name doesn’t mean you have to be as annoying as he is.”

“Well, you’re hotter than Amy and you don’t see me complaining.”

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The first thing you did when you entered Hyunjin’s apartment was ‘wooow’ out loud. Second came washing your hands. It was a decent one-room flat, but it was considerably larger than a normal one. There were an open kitchen, a pretty spatious bathroom and what was supposed to be a room, split in two. It had a soft-looking mattress sitting next to a big closet. No bed. And then, there came a big wall-like mirror that was responsible for the split of the room. In front of the mirror was a big…nothing. The floor-and a lot of it-and nothing else.

“ What’s with the big mirror? Didn’t think your ego was this big.”

“Definitely smaller than your sarcasm but whatever. It’s for dancing.”

Dancing? He didn’t seem like that kind of guy. You guessed he was working out by his resistance when he was planking over you. Pretty close to a dancer, right? Again, you are reminded of how little you know about him.

“What kind of dancing? And please, do say ballet. Those tights would do your thighs justice.”

Hyunjin chuckled while putting away your skates. He opened a glass door that you hadn’t noticed before and entered the balcony. You stayed were you were, not really excited about the view his 9th floor apartment had to offer.

“I’m sorry to dissapoint you, darling; but if you want to see my thighs that bad, you’ll have to get me naked. I’m leaning more towards street-breakdance kind of stuff. Fortnite too. Actually, my fortnite dance instructor, Felix has been teaching me tiktok dances. I make one hell of a renegade.”

“You actually have a fortnite dance instructor?? My brother would sell me to hire one.”

Hyunjin laughed out loud, entering back into the apartment and heading towards the kitchen.

“He’s not an actual instructor; although he could be. But Felix is my best friend and classmate at the dance academy. I helped him get used to the customs when he moved to Korea and, to show his gratitude, he’s flossing around me 24/7. Want a drink?”

“Sure. Where did Felix move from?”

You made small-talk with Hyunjin, feeling like you were sharing secrets with your best friend everytime you mentioned something about your life. As you were lost in the curiosity about each other, you failed to notice the sunrise. Until you returned from the short trip to the bathroom and laid your eyes on him again. This time you were actually seeing him.

He was busy staring out the window while waiting for you. His eyes were focused on something on the sky; maybe a bird, flying around in the early hours of the day or a plane, passing by and leaving a pink-ish line behind. Or maybe he was watching the rays of the Sun, appearing one by one from behind the small house over the street. His dark eyes were being slowly illuminated by them and you were wondering if he was aware of this. Of the glowing sparkle his eyes emited. He had to know and that’s why he was looking towards the light. Afterall, how can someone so beautiful not realize the wonders his features hold? His hair was fluffy and messy, probably because he kept pushing his hair back while laughing with you a few minutes ago.

When he sensed your presence and turned his eyes away from the Sun you were hit with the realization: it wasn’t the outside light. It had nothing to do with it. His eyes were just warm and shinning on their own. When he fixed them on you, with a look so bright and a smile so pure it could put Angels to shame, you were done for.

“Kiss me.”

His expression suddenly changed, going from surprised to serious; his eyes were darker now. Maybe there was still some light from the Sun left and it just drained out now. By looking at you. By staring at your lips so hard that you swore they hurt. He got up slowly, making his way over to you. When he got close enough he pushed you gently so that your back was pressed against the wall.

“Are you sure?” he was looking at you carefully, trying to read your expression. You nodded, before smiling and putting your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin smiled too, but he was back to serious again. God, you were beautiful. Even more like this, grinning at him while holding him close. He’d give away everything he owned just to stay like this forever.But it seemed like you had other plans as you pulled him down and finally kissed him. It started soft at first, lips shyly touching each other; then, Hyunjin’s hands moved to your hips as he pressed himself closer to you and deepened the kiss.

It was desperate and messy, your moves still out of sync. But it was the best kiss you ever had. It was more than tongues touching; you were going crazy from the way he looked at you before you kissed him, from the tingles that his hands were spreading all over your body, it was the way he tasted, so sweet and addictive and the sounds he was making while moving his lips against yours.

You slid your hands down his chest until you reached the hem of his shirt. You lifted it slightly and your hands touched his bare skin. Hyunjin gasped, slightly breaking the kiss. His lips were red and wet, his mouth open as he panted heavily. You were no better, breathing hard, lips messy and mind unfocused. What was he doing to you?

Hyunjin smiled at you, gently kissing your nose. You had no idea how could someone be so hot and so cute at the same time. However, those thoughts became insignificant as his kisses kept trailing lower and lower. He sweetly pecked your cheek and your chin, but as he reached your neck his ministrations became messier. He pressed open-mouthed kisses all over your neck. Meanwhile your hands never stopped exploring his abdomen. His skin felt soft and warm, your fingers tracing his defined ab muscles. As your hand slid down lower his kisses grew hotter, and by the time you reached his v-line, he was sucking purple marks into your collar bones.

Hyunjin kissed you one more time before taking your hands and walking with you towards the mattress. You sat down on it and took off your shirt, making Hyunjin go crazy. You were so small, sat down at his feet, undressing yourself for him without even being told to do so. You were asking to be ruined.

Making eye contact with him, you reached back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall on the floor next to your shirt.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby. And such a good girl, getting all naked for me.”

Hyunjin took off his shirt too, pushing you back on the bed and lying on top of you. He licked over your forming hickeys. He shifted so now his hips were pinning your thighs down, as his hands firmly grabbed your breasts. Suddenly, his mouth was on your chest, his teeth tenderly biting on your nipples. You gasped and grabbed his hair, trying to pull him off and closer at the same time.

“So sensitive, petal. It’s been a long time since someone touched you like this, right?”

“Too long. Please, Hyunjin.” he only chuckled, hit teeth continuing to bite around your chest and graze your buds.

Hyunjin’s eyes searched yours as he kept kissing down your body. He was kissing your squishy tummy, leaving a few bites here and there. You were getting too hot and the wetness leaking through your underwear was becoming uncomfortable. You wanted him to actually do something and you wanted it now.

“Please, just stop teasing me. I need you to properly touch me, Hyunjin.” his actions stopped as he was scowling at you.

“Oh, so I wasn’t touching you ‘properly’ until now? You wanna tell me that you weren’t feeling good, despite moaning like a dirty slut everytime my mouth was on you, hmm?” he was straight up glaring at you now, his left hand squeezing your stomach as his other hand travelled further down, resting on your jeans’ zipper. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me, y/n?” he opened your jeans, taking them off roughly. “Because from my point of view, you’re just too desperate for me.”

Fuck Hyunjin and his big ego. He was acting again like the cocky jerk that you thought he was when you first met him. Of course his personality had to remain the same even in bed. He was just cruel, teasing and sweetly degrading you like this. But the reason why you hated him most was because his words had on you the exact effect that he wanted. Your panties were getting wetter by second and you struggled really hard to hold in your whimpers. But two could play this game and you were determined to win.

“I wouldn’t say I’m the only desperate here, Hyunjin. You’re just as impatient as I am. After all, you’ve been hard for a while now. Isn’t that right, hmm, petal?” taking advantage of Hyunjin’s shock, you flipped the two of you so that you were now on top of him. “And I don’t mean just your hard-on from when we were kissing.”

Hyunjin’s expression changed from surprised to confused, as he was curiously gazing into your eyes. Time to have fun.

“Silly baby, you really thought I didn’t notice that you had a boner while we were hiding under the rink? So needy, Hyunjin, getting so excited without me even having to do anything.” while you were talking, you started grinding on him; he was flustered and completely caught by surprise.

“What, cat got your tongue, pretty boy? Where’s the big bad dom from earlier, hmm?”

You continued your moves against him as Hyunjin tried to come back to his senses. He wasn’t expecting this. He didn’t know you had it in you and honestly, it was hot. His dick was twitching like crazy and his mind was getting hazy. He wanted to punish you for this but he could wait. He could indulge in this sexy side of yours for a little while. He did nothing but lay down and let you pleasure yourself on top of him. His hands were obediently placed at his sides. He just watched.

Your movements were getting faster, your tits bouncing just above his face, your eyes fixed on yours as your nails were lightly scratching his chest. Enough. You’ve had your fun. It was time Hyunjin put you back in your place. His hand slowly rose up and tightened around your neck. He quickly got on top, smirking down at you.

“The big bad dom’s back, y/n. He just let babygirl play for a bit. Now that you’ve had your fun, are you going to be a good girl for me? Or you can’t act like anything but a brat?”

His hold around your neck got tighter the longer you maintained your silence. When you felt like it was becoming too much you tapped his hand and Hyunjin let you go. His palm was now stroking your hair as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good”. Hyunjin looked at you, just to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable and then smirked.

“Good. Now take your jeans off and spread your legs for me, baby. Show me how sorry you are for disobeying me.”

You quickly took your pants off, struggling a little bit when you reached your ankles. Damn you, skinny jeans. Thankfully, Hyunjin noticed your struggle and helped you undress all the way, pressing a quick peck to your left calf before throwing the jeans away.

You felt like teasing him some more, and closed your legs, keeping your knees close to your chest. When he glared at you, you just smiled innocently at him. Hyunjin put both of his hands on your ankles, but didn’t try to force them open. Instead, he was staring into your eyes with a stern look.

“Spread.”

You didn’t move at all. You weren’t going to respond to him if he just ordered you around. You two were exactly the same when it came to dominance. He had to make you want to be good for him.

“Come on, baby. You want to spread your legs nice and wide for me, don’t you? Will you let me make you feel good? Please?” hearing him ask you so sweetly was your undoing. You let your legs fall open, guided by his hands.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me.” his hands were caressing your thighs, eyes never leaving your underwear. Without even taking them off, his lips pressed against your center and his eyes closed. “So wet, baby. I don’t even have to take your panties off to feel it.” One of his hands reached your breasts and started playing with your nipples while his lips were kissing you over the material of your underwear. You were feeling so good, but at the same time, so frustrated. You wanted more. You needed his mouth directly on you, without those stupid panties in the way.

“Hyunjin, please, stop the teasing already. I promise I’ll try to be good, just eat me out. Pretty please?” he only chuckled, his fingers now pulling on your panties, making them stretch over your pussy. After a while he stopped, slowly moving your panties to the side.

“How could I refuse you when you beg so prettily?”

Wasting no more time, he moved his head back between your legs. This time, you felt his hot breath directly on your pussy, before his tongue licked you slowly. Fuck, it was so much better now. After making sure you were wet enough, Hyunjin brought his middle finger close to your entrance and pushed it inside carefully, making you gasp.

“That’s it, baby. Whimper for me. You sound so pretty.” his finger was moving faster now and you moaned out your desire for more. “You’re so tight though. Do you think you can take another one, y/n? You’re gonna let me stretch you out for my cock, hmm?”

“Yes, fuck. Give me more, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin smirked and brought three of his fingers to your mouth, his middle finger moving around your lips and spreading your wetness.

“Open up. You have to get them really wet, petal. Otherwise they wont even fit in your tiny sensitive cunt, won’t they?” your mouth welcomed his fingers as you sucked on them greedily. Fuck, he had nice hands. You couldn’t keep your eyes away from them while he was making you coffee just a few hours ago. And now his veiny hands were all over you, his long fingers pressing gently on your tongue, making you choke. When you pulled back to breathe, Hyunjin brought his fingers back to your pussy. Never breaking eye contact, he pushed all three of his fingers inside, making your eyes roll back and your hand come down to grab his wrist.

“Uh-uh. Hand off.” your hand left his and grabbed the pillow instead. It was too much all of a sudden; it really has been too long since anyone touched you and you were too sensitive. But you could take it. You were determined to show Hyunjin that you could take it all like a big girl.

His fingers were pounding you faster and faster, your wetness leaking around them and already staining the bedsheets, but you couldn’t care less. He was hitting your spot with every thrust making your thighs shake.

“Hyunjin, I’m- I’m close.” his movements were even faster now, his thumb moving to rub quickly on your clit.

Hyunjin watched you as you fell apart, his strong grip on your hips keeping them from shaking too much. You were gasping and moaning out his name, making him hiss as he palmed himself over his pants. God, he was right; you were loud. And that cute whimper that you let out when you almost got caught, the one that he silenced with his own hand, he was hearing it again just like he wanted. He was so lucky. And needy.

“Breathe, petal. Calm down. Are you okay?”

You couldn’t form words anymore so you just nodded, lying limp on his bed. Hyunjin reached out and got you a bottle of water that was sitting on the floor near his bed. You two shared the bottle and then Hyunjin got up to get rid of it.

When he came back you kissed him sweetly. At least, at first. Sure, that was the best orgasm of your life, but you were greedy. You wanted to feel all of him and weren’t shy in your actions. You straddled his thighs and got on top again while kissing his neck and chest. You had one goal in mind; you wanted to taste him. You reached for his pants, your lips on his v-line, when he stopped you.

“Believe me, y/n, there’s nothing I would want to feel more then your pretty lips around me, but that can wait for next time.” his cheeks suddenly became rosy and he was avoiding your eyes again; was he embarrassed? “It’s been a long time for me too and I won’t last if you suck me off.”

You giggled and booped his nose, getting off of him and lying down again. Hyunjin got up and pulled out a condom from a drawer. He undressed quickly and put it on, before moving into a plank position above you. That little fucker.

“Does this remind you of something, baby?” you lightly punched his shoulder and then kissed him.

“Just fuck me already, you annoying little shit.”

“Wel, how can I refuse when you’re asking me so nicely?”

He positioned himself at your entrance and paused, his eyes searching yours. He quietly asked you if you were okay and you nodded to let him know that it was fine, yet he kept still.

“ I need words, baby. Can I fuck this pretty pussy?”

“Yes, Hyunjin.”

Your confirmation was all he needed as he let himself slide in. You didn’t get a chance to look at his erection when he undressed, but now, as he was pushing inside you slowly, it felt lke he was huge. The biggest you’ve ever had, as he was still trying to get in. Your hands grabbed his and he intertwined his fingers with yours, his lips coming down to softly press against yours. He was switching between the meanest devil and the sweetest angel like it was nothing and you wondered how come you’re still alive.

Just when you felt like you couldn’t physically take another inch, you felt his thighs touching yours and he stopped. He gave you a minute to adjust, a minute full of sweet pecks and whispered praises.

“Such a good baby for me. Look at you taking it all. I’m so proud of you, petal. You look so pretty like this.”

When the stretch began the fade, you rolled your hips against him to let him know. Hyunjin pulled out and gave you a few shallow thrusts before he picked up the pace. He was fucking into you like a desperate man, the gentle Hyunjin being long gone. Just like you expected he was loud. Fuck, you loved it when guys aren’t shy about being vocal. And by no means was Hyunjin shy; no way with how he was moaning out loud or with how he whimpered everytime you clenched down on him.

“Fuck, do that again, y/n. That felt so go- ye, just like that. Such a good little slut.”

His hips were moving faster and harder now and you were getting really close to your second orgasm. You tried to let Hyunjin know, but once you opened your mouth, you weren’t able to get anything coherent out. Only chocked moans and broken parts of his name. Just as you were about to cum again, his pace faltered and his moves became messy. Hyunjin burried his face in your neck, where he let out the most delicious whimpers.

“Fuck, I can’t stop, baby. I’m gonna cum. I can’t, I can’t-”

He came while biting down on your shoulder, his sweaty thighs pressed down against yours.

“You were close, weren’t you? I’m sorry baby. Let me make up for this, yeah?”

Without pulling out, his fingers found your bundle of nerves and started playing with it. As you were getting close again he sped up and now he was rubbing your clit with his whole palm, veiny fingers getting once again drenched in your juices. It didn’t take you too long to get on the edge, and with a shout of his name you came for him for the second time tonight.

Hyunjin hid his face back into your shoulder as he calmed down his fast breathing. But even after five minutes, he was still in the same position. You thought that maybe he fell asleep, but you were doubting the fact that a dancer didn’t have enough stamina to get it out after cumming. And then you remembered his avoiding eyes and blushing cheeks.

“Hyunjin, baby, are you ok?”

“No, let me perish in my humiliation.”

You gently lifted his head and searched for his eyes. He was biting his full lips, trying to escape your look, but giving up fast and eventually locking eyes with you. You patted his head, trying to think of ways to cheer him up.

“Hyunjinnie, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, honey. It has been a while, no one expected you to fuck for hours. And you even made me cum twice. You were more than perfect.” he smiled shyly, his head now resting on your chest. “Now, come on. Let’s shower and get something to eat, I’m starving.”

After 2 weeks

“We kinda deserve this, baby.”

“Yeah, we do.”

The first week with Hyunjin was amazing. You two grew really close to each other, spending time together by cooking, cleaning up, playing weird games, and of course, fucking like rabbits all over the apartment. Your favorite spot was in front of the big mirror separating his room, but you wont admit it to Hyunjin, not even in a million years.

Everything was good, until you woke up coughing in the middle of the night. Hyunjin brought you water and patted your back, but nothing seemed to get it to stop. It eventually ended on its own and you went to bed, only to wake up with a high fever in the morning. You thought nothing of it and took some medication that Hyunjin found around the house.

Fast forward, turns out that you were both infected with an easy form of the virus, that you got from the security guard at the ice rink. He didn’t know he was infected until after a few days after their break-in. Luckily, he got better now and was recovering.

As for you and Hyunjin, you had to stay at home and follow a strict treatment and stay quarantined at least two weeks after they healed completely. You and Hyunjin could do this though. You had plenty of activities to kill time.

“I know you don’t really have a choice, y/n. But will you stay home with me?”

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end note: pls respect social distancing and try to stay home as much as you can.

#hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids #Corona Au #stay home with me #stray kids fanfic #hwang hyunjin fanfic #hwang hyunjin writing

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fullsunalicia · 4 years

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ooh idk if requests are open, but if they are could you write a sort of spin off to the tale older than time for jaemin??? bECAUSE YES SON OF EROS FALLING IN LOVE AND HIM NOT SEEING IT COMING?? yes pls,,,,oh and if you ever plan on making it a series with all the dreamies as demigods i will literally worship you and set up a temple for you !! you write so well !!

love and war - NJM

maybe the fates mixed something up when they tied the red string of the daughter of ares to eros’ son instead of aphrodite’s, but jaemin wasn’t complaining. after all, it was love at first sight, and eros is the next-best thing, right?

son of eros!jaemin x daughter of ares!y/n

hello my love! yes, they’re open, so request away as much as you’d like! thank you for this one, i hope you will enjoy it 🤍 also, that sounds really intriguing! for you, i will go ahead and try to write a greek mythology au for every dreamie 🤍 but i’ll have to say that no matter how many temples you build for me, i’ll build dozens more for you! thank you so much for your kind words bubs 🥺

Jaemin was used to playing matchmaker.

Not once did the students on campus flock to the children of Aphrodite when they needed help with love, even though Jaehyun was literally right there. They trusted Eros and his genes, because everyone knew the story of Psyche and wished to find a love like theirs.

Sure, he bended the rules a little bit when he helped Jeno... but what the Fates don’t know, shouldn’t bother them, right?

Little does Jaemin know that they’ve decided to take Na Jaemin’s love life into their very own hands. Somewhere in Greece, up high on a mountain, Cloto, Lachesis and Atropos are having the time of their lifes tying little (y/n)’s red string to Jaemin’s. Not even his father can hinder them, because Jaemin knowingly broke the rules.

They’d like to see how Jaemin would manage with the ill-tempered, hot-headed (y/n), demi-goddess, Ares’ pride and joy.

After all, you’ve never fallen in love.

❀ ❀ ❀

There’s a reason why your knuckles are split open nearly every week.

One look at the you and everyone determines that you must be really weak. Frail, pushed aside almost too easily. You hide it well, because the second they under-estimate you, they’re already dead. (l/n) (y/n) looks nothing like her elder siblings, but you pack quite the punch. It’s the golden, godly blood flowing in your veins that throws in that extra swing, just the amount of strength needed to break someone’s jaw. That’s a blessing only the children of Ares possess - there is not a single fight they ever lose, or at least lose immediately. They were born to conquer, fight and win, meant to be leaders, warriors and protectors.

So when some assholes on campus make your best friend Yuqi uncomfortable, you’re the first to start the brawl. It’s really not your fault those jerks couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. If a girl says no several times and they still can’t accept it, they’ll just have to sort it out with your fists.

You’re not like your father. You don’t actively search for fights, even though there’s nothing that makes you feel more alive than a well-delivered kick or the satisfying feeling of bones cracking beneath your grip. You inherited the love for a good fight, but not the stupidity to look for it at every corner. There’s a hot temper boiling beneath your skin, but you keep it in check pretty well. Unless of course someone bothers Yuqi. That’s something different entirely and you welcome that particular red haze every time it comes.

“Please, please stop hurting yourself for me,” Yuqi begs you as she holds your bandaged hands tightly in her own. You see no reason in putting band-aids on them, but your best friend can’t live with herself if she can’t atleast treat your wounds, so you let her do her thing every time. “I wish you’d just let someone else do it. You know it’s not possible to win every time, (y/n), you’re a daughter of Ares, not the god themself.”

“I warned them not to touch you.” The shrug of your shoulders only upsets Yuqi more. “That was their own fault. I’m not standing aside to someone bothering and harrassing you like that. Not until someone else does it for me, like a future boy- or girlfriend.”

“I’m straight.”

“You’re lying to yourself.”

Yuqi laughs, pink blush settling on her cheeks. You’re only joking, but you know she ponders over that thought, her beautiful mind wrapping itself around the fact that Yuqi was still discovering herself. Her wisdom shone through every thing she said, and she was a good match to you as a daughter of Athene. She was the brains, you the some-what muscle. Even though your parents couldn’t stand each other, Yuqi and you loved each other like sisters.

The girl reaches out to brush your hair out of your sight, then she interlocks your fingers and pulls you forward. Weirdly, you adore skinship. The feeling of a warm body beneath your touch, living, breathing. Not in the violent way. In the sense of finding something and using as an anchor. A heartbeat did so much more than telling yourself to calm down. A smile, a heartfelt spoken sentence. You were as easily to calm down as any other demigod, even though it takes a little bit more than others.

You crave touch. Meaning. Or as they said in Mulan - a guy worth fighting for, even though you’ve never fallen in love.

Butterflies have never lived in your stomach, and you never get weak in the knees because of someone. Sure, you blush a good amount of times when you are complimented and hugged, but never once did that feeling expand into something romantic. It was ... disappointing.

Maybe you weren’t mean to fall in love. You’re only a pawn in the battleground your father laid out for you.

Across the room, Na Jaemin looks you in the face and feels his heart skip several beats.

❀ ❀ ❀

You’re perfect.

That’s the only word Jaemin’s head can offer as he looks at you, his heart seems to tremble in his chest at the sight of your pure smile. It’s not even directed at him, for fuck’s sake. But still, you are so lovely, and he almost stands up to walk over you. He’s Jaemin; if you’re born to break bones, he was born to flirt.

Almost. He decides against it, because of one single reason.

Jaemin has fallen in love several times. But he’s never met a soulmate before, and especially not his own. It’s different, the flower that begins to bloom in his heart for you, different from anything else in the world and only distinctive to children of love. Forget-me-nots, gardenias and cherry blossoms, they all settle in his heart, waiting for you to pluck them and make them yours. He doesn’t want anyone else to have them but you, and it didn’t matter if you are going to tear them apart or treasure them.

He had asked his father before, if soulmates were real. Not a very serious question, but nonetheless still spoken out of curiousity. Jaemin sees relationships like an outstander, able to change and fix, more than easy to manipulate. Love is unsure, it can never be caged. It’s meant to be free. Undeciding. Unraveling.

“They’re real,” Eros had responded. “Of course they are. There is a little truth in every myth. I don’t know if they’re really the people who were conjoined and cut apart by Zeus and his cowardice. But every once in a while, the Fates sit down and meddle with our business, for a relationship made in the stars. It’s not common, son. I haven’t seen them for a long time.”

And yet here you are.

He’s heard about you. That Ares girl, the one who’s so over-protective of a certain chinese business student.

He wonders if you attend NCT parties often.

❀ ❀ ❀

Yuqi doesn’t want you to go to parties. She says your temper explods too fast whenever you have a swig too much and she doesn’t know how to control an angry, intoxicated demigod. Everybody knows that whenever an Ares child is involved in a fight, someone ends up in the hospital. As a consequence, you are rarely offered a drink.

The only reason you attend parties is to watch your friends and/or play designated driver. That’s why you’re standing in this kitchen you’ve never been in clutching a glass of ice tea, and not the whiskey you’ve been eyeing across the table for half an hour now. It’s a shame, really. Drunk you is always so funny. People were denied of that show by Yuqi’s rule against getting drunk in public. Every fifteen minutes, she sends you a checking glance, and you’re still sober every time she does.

Na Jaemin is not. He’s not drunk, really, just buzzed, and that’s enough liquid courage he needs to approach you. The smile adorning his lips makes your stomach flip in an unknown way, and you let him approach you, curious of what he’s planning to do. “You’re not drinking,” he states inquisitively, free hand pointing at your alcohol-free cup. “Don’t like getting drunk?”

“Oh, I do. But I tend to beat people up when I do.” You sigh, crossing your arms in front of your chest, hoping that your silly heart would catch the drift and stop beating at multiple hundred miles an hour. He’s so stunning; This must be what Adonis had looked like, there’s no other explanation. The dazzling smile, the honest eyes that let you see every corner of his soul willingly. Not a single wall pulled up to protect himself. “But you seem to be having fun.”

“Only a little,” he laughs. That sound does wonders to your heart. You also wonder what the hell is going on with you. “But not too much, you know how we Eros children can get when the alcohol hits at once. Not a nice sight.”

“Can’t believe anything that has do with you not being a nice sight.”

The pick-up line is spoken with confidence, yet your cheeks heat up in an instant. Jaemin gauges your reaction, and his fingers twitch. He wants to cradle your face and take you up to his room to show you what else kind of sights he offers. And somehow at the same time, he kind of wants to squish your cheeks and run his fingers through your hair. Very conflicting. Jaemin tends to feel too much, too fast.

But with you, everything moves smoothly. Meant to be. Like the universe had mapped this out a long time ago.

“You’re cute,” he tells you, liking the way you shyly lower your gaze. He cannot possibly imagine you punching someone in the face, but he likes the fervor and passion he finds in your eyes. Love and war are very similar. It’s the first thing Jaemin was ever taught.

He tugs at your fingers, and you don’t stop him when he curls his pinky around yours. “Come on. Let’s do something fun.”

The house is stuffed with people who are trying to have a good time. Jaemin takes you deeper into it, leading you towards a group of people you recognize, but don’t actually know. Amazingly, they were playing billiard in their drunken state, and even though most of them have been drinking for a long time, they still hit their targets dead-on. You join them, and the entire night, Jaemin doesn’t move from your side. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and your waist every once in a while but other than that, he respects your boundaries and follows the game intently, pouting when he loses and grinning smugly when something goes his way.

Jaemin throwing his head back in laughter is the most ethereal thing you’ve ever seen in life. He sets off electric currents in your veins, the very same ones you chased every time you were fighting someone.

Is this what a crush feels like?

❀ ❀ ❀

Jaemin decides that the perfect way to wake up is next to your pretty face.

He’s aware of the fact how creepy this is. But he cannot take his eyes off you, unable to will his gaze away. Every curve and slope of your body is breathtaking. Your hands are resting beside your head, and even though he winces at the cuts that adorn the back of your hand, it just... fits you so well. Never ever in his life has Jaemin felt like this before. It’s just impossible, how you wrap him around your little finger just by looking into his direction. You’re the sun, and he’s the planet orbitting you.

Matchmakers aren’t usually made into a match. But he finds himself perfectly content at your feet, even though the feeling is powerful and foreign. His mind is haywire.

Jaemin likes it. He likes it a lot.

When your eyes flutter open, his heart nearly jumps out of his chest because of the blush settling on your cheeks. “Hi,” you whisper, and he angles his body towards you, desperate for any kind of attention you’re willing to give him. “Hey, princess,” he answers, fingers twitching to hold yours. “Slept well?”

“Yeah.” You don’t move. Instead, you set your pretty eyes on his hands which are resting just below yours, and he wishes for you to take them. He’s too much of a scaredy-cat to do it himself. And that is so untypical of him - Na Jaemin isn’t scared of shit, affection is his second nature.

But you’re different. You were the match that set him ablaze, and his entire existence has shifted to accomodate you.

“Thank you for letting me stay over.” Fingers brush past his. He almost groans in frustration. “I was way too tired to drive home yesterday, and it was really fun, even though I was sober.”

“You don’t need to be drunk to have fun, princess,” is all he says, and it takes his entire courage for him to raise his hand and brush his knuckles against your cheek. Jaemin feels like ascending to heaven when you nuzzle his face against them, and he cups your face. You don’t stop him. You watch him, eyes curious, waiting. Jaemin inches closer.

Children of Eros don’t hold back. They exist for love and for passion, for lust and for loyalty. Emotions for them are inner explosions, felt more intensely than any other person in the world. And right now, he’s dying from anticipation.

“(y/n),” Jaemin murmurs. “I’m going to kiss you.”

His hand leaves your face to rest beside your shoulder, and your breath hitches when he lifts himself to hover over you. For a second, he thinks he’s overdone it. Instead, your fingers find his shirt and grip it tightly, godly strength shimmering through, tugging just so slightly. “(y/n),” he repeats. He needs you to say it. Needs you to give him permission to get lost in you and your touch, his very own paradise in the form of the stars locked in your eyes and all the love in the world in your smile.

If angels really exist, Jaemin is pretty sure they look like you.

“Please,” you whisper. Jaemin’s free hand moves to hold your waist, and you let him tug your shirt up so he can rest it on naked skin. You’re going to make him pass out, he realizes, because you’re so much to take in. So beautiful, so stunning, so alive.

“Please what, princess?”

You pull at his shirt, but Jaemin doesn’t move. You look cute when you bite your lip. “Please kiss me.”

You’re even cuter when you beg.

It should disturb him that the scent of blood lingers to your clothing like a constant afterthought. The bruises you’re going to leave on his shoulders because of your grip should scare him away. But all it does is draw him more in, and even though he’s the one in control right now, Jaemin feels like the little mouse walking right in your trap.

Hook, line and sinker. The moment your lips touch his, he’s a goner. Jaemin grips your waist tighter, hand sliding down to grip your thigh and guide your leg around his hips. He’s very aware that you could crush his shoulders with his bare hands, but the pain you inflict starts to turn into a guilty pleasure. How are you so powerful without knowing it? He tugs at your lower lip, welcoming the whine you let slip a little bit too enthusiastically, tongue meeting yours in a heated frenzy.

Jaemin thought he knew what love was. If not him, who else would? But after this, all his definitions are rearranged and they all spell out one name: yours. He’s barely able to abandon your lips, finding solace in the way you arch your back when he nips at your neck, leaving love bites wherever he can reach. The sound of his name falling from your lips is seriously messing with his sanity. Your hands move on from his shoulders to his hair to tug at the dyed locks, and Jaemin moans at the feeling.

Your taste of heaven is interrupted by someone furiously knocking against his door. Once, twice, until someone angrily yells from outside the room: “Na Jaemin, I’ve told you a thousand times that you have clean-up duty! Get your ass up!”

Jaemin groans, lips still attached to the column of your throat. Your legs keep him trapped against you and you close them tighter, to Jaemin’s delight. Neither of you want to be seperated right now. “Go away, Mark.”

“If you don’t get your ass outside in two minutes, I’ll come in and say hello to your female companion, you dick.”

You giggle at that. “Go, go,” you urge him, shyly cupping his face in your tiny hands to kiss him for a few seconds, way too short for his liking. He’s going to kill Mark for this. Jaemin looks you in the eyes for just a few seconds longer, then he rolls off from you in a pout.

The room feels really warm now. Sitting up, you fix your hair and he watches you, entranced. Like you’re his favourite movie and he didn’t want to look away. Mark keeps his promise, bursting in through the door to get his friend, but Jaemin pushes him out and steps into the hall with him.

“Write down your number before you leave, princess,” he calls over his shoulder, and then the door is shut.

❀ ❀ ❀

“I can’t believe you hook up with someone the second I leave you alone.”

“For the last time, Yuqi! I didn’t hook up with him!”

Your best friend is sprawled across your floor, fanning herself with her hand. It’s hot outside, the blue sky calming you down just by looking at it. For someone who lives to destroy you sure have your knack for aesthetics. “Then what else do you call it?” Yuqi hums.

You don’t know what to call it. You don’t have a noun for the feeling that Jaemin ignited, and you couldn’t get rid of it, despite avoiding him for a full week. Someone like you wasn’t supposed to feel like this. So ... weak. At someone’s beck and call. You are made out of conflict, strength and violence. Love wasn’t something Ares had in mind when he created you.

No, you scold yourself mentally, don’t refer to it as love. It’s not love. Love is stupid. But there isn’t any other way to describe it. All the books lie. There aren’t any fireworks or butterflies in your stomach. It feels like war elephants are running rampant, and your heartrate spikes the second someone mentions the J in Jaemin. The worst thing is that you miss him, had longed for him the entire week, inner turmoil caused by your wish to fall into his bed again or to run away from this university as far as possible.

You may not notice, Yuqi watches you. Your nervous antics of cracking your fingers and tugging at your hair. Both of you know there’s no way to win this war, no matter how long you sit down to think about a good strategy. There’s only one solution: admit defeat.

Something you were very, very bad at.

“(y/n),” the girl sitting on the ground speaks, voice soft, careful. Her eyes remind you of an owl’s. “You should have just left him your number.”

You breathe in shakily. “I don’t know him.”

“But you want to.” Her hands grip yours, finally pulling you out of that terrifying place in your head where you punish yourself for never being in love before and making this so hard for yourself. “I know this is new territory for you and you dislike things that are unknown to you. But just because you were born to fight, doesn’t mean you automatically aren’t born to love and to be weak. Your father loves war. Your mother loved him. Was she weak because of that? Absolutely not. She taught you how to fight and survive in this world, to stand up after being kicked down, to earn your place. Is that not what true warriors do? Is that not strength?

You bite your lip. Then you nod. Yuqi raises her head to kiss your forehead. “Don’t forget that love is the most powerful thing in the entire world,” she reminds you. She looks like Athene more than ever right now, her gaze firm, determinded. Razor sharp mind cutting apart this scary new feeling for you so you can digest it.

“Now go get your man.”

❀ ❀ ❀

[1:33pm] y/n: i should have written down my number

[1:34pm] jaemin: why didn’t you, princess?

[1:36pm] y/n: i’ll tell you personally if that’s okay with you

[1:36pm] y/n: dream café in five minutes

❀ ❀ ❀

Love is an act of surrender to another person.

Your father never taught you what that is. There is only victory in being the last one standing, winning, living to tell the tale. There is no room for error, or for weakness.

The strong ones never admit defeat. That was what Ares had imprinted into your mind from the minute you were born into this world. But what Ares doesn’t know is that he’s wrong. He’s not all-mighty, no God ever is. Their countless myths are living proof for that. And that is why you know that surrendering doesn’t mean being weak. It’s the most brave thing you could ever do, and not every one is able to do that. That itself is a strength. A streng not everyone possesses, but you’re willing to take the risk to acquire it, to step into the unknown, a blind fall.

It would be worth it if Jaemin was waiting to catch you.

He looks as beautiful as always as he approaches you, hands tucked into his leather jacket. You had been terribly afraid of him being angry with you, but he only sends you an angelic smile and dips down to drop a feather-light kiss on your cheek. “You changed your mind,” he beams at you.

Puzzled, you blink up to him. “What?”

“You had a change of heart.” Jaemin raises his hand and rests it on his chest, eyes never leaving yours. The amount of trust and joy you find in his eyes is astounding. “I felt it right here. I knew you’d be able to do it.”

You suddenly remember who Jaemin’s father is. While he grins at you, your cheeks heat up to a thousand degrees, and you cough to cover it up. “I did,” you mumbled. “And I’m so sorry of letting you wait. I... I’ve never felt for anyone like this before. I’m not used to feeling alive unless it’s because I’m breaking someone’s nose.”

Jaemin wraps both arms around you, and you rest your hands on his shoulders. Moving on instinct was common for the both of you. “I’m glad you found that feeling by being with me and not actually punching me,” he teases you. “And for the record, I’ve never felt like this either. You’re very special to me. And that’s why I was willing to wait. So stop apologizing, princess.” His face inches closer to yours, mischievous glint in his eyes. “I haven’t even taken you on a date yet. Very scandalous, if you ask me.”

“So that kiss meant nothing you? Traitor.”

“Hey, that’s hot how I meant it.” You both laugh, though you’re disrupted by him kissing you sweetly. “I don’t need any dates when my heart’s already yours. But you deserve to be treated like a princess, and to get properly taken out and pampered. I want to give you the world, (y/n). Will you let me?”

You do.

Somewhere in Greece, three old, angry hags are disappointed with your lack of protest. They had expected more ruin and punishment for Na Jaemin as an effect of tying your strings together. They should’ve remembered that Jaemin learned all his tricks from his father, who secretly lent his son a helping hand.

What did Jaemin say again? What the Fates don’t know, shouldn’t bother them.

#again i wasnt sure where i went with this LMAO but i quite like how it turned out #i’m still working on writing my one-shots longer; it’s kinda strange not tying everything together at once #but it’s getting better hehe #i hope you guys enjoyed the read #tell me what you think about it 🤍 ask box is open #na jaemin #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin fluff #nct dream #nct #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #na jaemin scenarios

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confusedhalfofthetime · 4 years

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Oh gosh love that smut fic with dhawan!master x officer!reader. Will there be part 2 with them meeting again? Also can u pls write another smut but with dhawan!master x reader x simm!master? Please?

Hey anon! I’m so glad you enjoyed that fic, I quite liked it too. I can’t tell whether I’ll write a pt. 2 but it sure got potential! So who knows. Anyway, I hope you like this one just as much.

Plot: the TARDIS is having some problems which cause the arrival of an unexpected guest.

Warnings: smut with a little bit of plot. This is really filthy, you’ve been warned (also, it’s the first time I write something like this so I hope I didn’t make a mess)

Pairings: Dh!Master x Reader x Simm!Master

The TARDIS was having a little trouble lately. First of all, it didn’t follow the coordinates the Master typed into the server and you often found yourself somewhere other than your destination; second of all, the rooms started to change. You’d open a door to get to your room and on the other side, you’d find the golf court. You insisted that the Master looked it but he dismissed the matter saying “It just makes it more fun, love!”

So you kept travelling with a broken TARDIS, until one day, walking past a semi-open door, you saw a bright, yellow light coming from inside. You stopped in your track and turned around. Covering your eyes with your hand, you pushed the door open and saw a glittering crack on the wall.

-What the…-

Before you could finish, you heard a distant shout and then a man stumbled out of the split.His blond, short hair looked dishevelled, his brown eyes wild.

-Woh! - he exclaimed looking around. -That was a good entrance-

You gasped and took a step back. He had something familiar, those eyes looked ancient and tormented. You had seen them before. The strange man seemed to finally notice your presence as he studied your figure and grinned.-Hey there- he said fixing his dark jaket.You watched him agape for a few seconds before running out of the room, calling for the Master.

-Master! Master! -

-What are you screaming for? - he said walking toward you at a fast pace.

-There is a man, in that room! - you said pointing toward it. The Master frowned.

-What are you talking abou…-

The man stepped out of the room, carefully studying the place.The two locked eyes and you saw from the Master’s change of expression that he knew the stranger.

-Interesting- he breathed out.

-Do I know you? - the man asked.

-No, not yet-

You stood between them, following the conversation.-Wait…don’t tell me you’re…-

The Master smirked and opened his arms. -In the flesh-

-Master…-

The Master looked back at you.

-Y/N this is…the Master-

Your mouth fell open. -He’s…You are…-

-To be specific, he’s a past regeneration-

-The best regeneration- the blond added.

The Master glanced at him.

-How is he here? - you asked.-It must have been a disfunction in the TARDIS- your Master explained.-I told you, you should have fixed it-

The other Master started walking around.-I like how you decored the place. It’s got a really…antique vibe-

You started at his lean figure as his hands grazed the walls.

-Master isn’t it…dangerous? Aren’t we breaking some sort of rule of time? -He smiled at you. -Since when do we follow the rules? -You couldn’t help but smile back. He was right. Besides, this was gonna be fun.

On common accord, you decided to keep the “old” Master around until the “new” Master managed to fix the bug in the TARDIS’ system.-So what did we interrupt? - you asked sitting next to the blond man on the sofa near the consol.-Nothing special. Let’s say I was having a chat with a friend-You didn’t need to ask further questions. He was the Master, after all, you knew him better than anyone else.-Besides, I’m glad I’m having a sneak peek of my future- he said smiling at you. -So far so good-You lowered your gaze but grinned amusedly. -Yeah, I’d say you’ll have a pretty cool future--Are you some sort of…companion? - he asked.

He seemed curious to know more about you. The idea of himself actually liking a human probably left him pretty astonished.-You could say that. But I prefer the term “partner in crime”- you answered, glancing at your Master, who was focused on unravelling some threads, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his jacket forgotten on a close chair. -We have some fun, cause some trouble-The Master nodded. -I like the sound of that-

You smiled mischievously and he suddenly got up.-Well, why don’t we go and cause some troubles? - he said extending his hand.You gave one more look to your Master.-Come on, he’ll still be here when we get back-That was enough to convince you and you followed him out of the ship.

You slammed the door of the TARDIS behind you and rested your back against it. You and the Master had just managed to lose some very angry aliens. You were laughing, out of breath, chest heaving. You looked at each other and your laugh softened. His bright smile never changed. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips.Before you could properly pull away, he placed his hand on the nape of your neck and deepened the kiss. You gripped his shoulders tight as your tongues danced together. When you heard someone clearing his throat you froze.

-Having fun without me? - the Master asked folding his arms and walking toward you.You watched him with lust in your eyes, one of your hands still on the other Master’s shoulder.-Then join us, won’t you? -The Master smirked and took one more step closer, pulling you close and kissing you.As he did so, you felt lips nibbling your neck and hands around your waist.You took their hands and led them to the bedroom.

As soon as your back hit the matress, the Master kissed you again. His lips were slightly softer than what you were used to but his kisses had the same fire in them.Your Master raised your top over your head and discarded it on the floor as the other Master wasted no time and touched your breast over the bra. You sighed as you felt hands getting rid of your trousers and underwear and intertwined your fingers in the Master’s blond hair, while his future self proceeded to kiss your inner thigh, his lips so close to where you needed them the most.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to be in the mood for teasing as his well-known lips wrapped around your clit. You moaned loudly and threw your head back, but soon the Master’s mouth was on yours to swallow the sounds.

Every sensation seemed to be amplified and you swore you cum right there and there. But you wanted the fun to last, so you pushed both of them away and changed your position. You straddled the Master and kissed him deeply, feeling his stubble hitch slightly on your own face. You made a mental note to let the Master grow his beard again, you rather liked it.

You took his shirt off as the other did the same and you left a trail of kisses down his torso before arriving at his trousers which you swiftly took off too. As you took his hard member into your mouth, you felt your Master align himself behind you. You shifted to give him better access and sucked hard as he entered you. Your moans sent vibrations through the Master’s body and you heard him groan. You looked up at him and smirked at the sight. He was in total bliss. Behind you, the dark-haired man seemed to be feeling as much pleasure as he pushed in and out rather quickly. Your eyes rolled back as he gripped your hair and hit the spot that always drove you crazy.

The room was filled with obscene noises of pleasure, all three of you fused in one sweaty, moaning mess. You’d never felt so much pleasure in your life. You felt it growing and growing and growing until you couldn’t take it anymore. With one last hard suck on the Master’s cock, he came with a low groan and his taste on your tongue mixed with the feeling of the Master’s cum inside of you and you came as well.

The three of you fell tiredly on the bed, chests heaving up and down as you tried to steady your breath.-You see, darling- your Master breathed out. -I was right not to fix the TARDIS sooner.

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37. We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster.

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Stiles thought this was some kind of Mr. and Mrs. Smith with a twist.

Derek thought that was dumb.

It went on for years.

Small-time writer Stiles’s ass.

The kid was onto them.

That’s what Peter said, at least, when he came back with news on the Argents. One of the kids they’d recently recruited as an investigative journalist— something Stilinski— was onto them. Not the werewolf part or the Hale part, but the part regarding where they were located, what they did, and where most of their transactions took place.

The kid was smart, he said. And it was only a matter of time before he put two and two together.

So the kid had to go.

Derek didn’t like it, but his uncle was adamant about that decision. Stiles— that was his name— had a reputation for figuring out things that most people couldn’t. In the game of chess, he was the queen and they couldn’t afford to let him stay on the board.

His father worked with the law. He’d been recruited by the Argents under their ‘publishing’ guise. It was only a matter of time before Stiles figured other things out and Derek, along with the rest of his pack, would face the consequences for that.

Derek didn’t like either of those options. Ultimately, that’s what made up his mind. The kid had to be dealt with. But Derek didn’t like getting his hands dirty with innocents. So he changed the game and took the Stilinski kid on himself.

Things didn’t go as expected.

As usual.

The thing about Derek Hale was that nobody messed with him. The man was a terror that people feared to even look at. He was calm, quiet, and when he got upset, people claimed the blood-red of all those he’d ever killed would enter his eyes

Of course, Stiles didn’t know this, because the Derek Hale that he knew was a Boyce Fox. The eyebrowed dorky idiot who wore glasses and pretended to hate chocolate. He knew Boyce as the elusive ‘small-time writer’ a big brain and, when he felt like it, a bigger smile.

And Stiles thought he could’ve been well off thinking this for the rest of his life.

Stiles had been chasing after the Alpha for months now. The malicious and bloody head of the Hale mob that Stiles had taken an interest in when he first became an investigative journalist.

One day, he was going to take him down. Stiles was determined.

One day came a little sooner than he’d expected.

Stiles was pretty sure he’d finally narrowed down where the trades were happening. The Hales were notorious for their dealings with ‘Wolfsbane’, the newest drug to hit the market. They decided what took to the streets, how, and when. Stiles’s dad in law enforcement said they had yet to catch a dealer alive.

Rumors said they’d rather take themselves out then turn the tables on the Hale Pack.

Stiles hadn’t planned on moving to New York and chasing his tail after drug lords and mobsters. Growing up, he used to think he’d be a cop— and maybe a Sheriff, later on— like his dad. But then he realized the system was rigged and a load of horseshit and he turned heel to get as far away from Beacon Hills as he could.

New York was in no way an escape from all of that. But Stiles was determined to do what he could to scrape out the twisted and corrupt before he eventually bit the bullet.

Which in his dealings, would probably be sooner rather than later.

Plus, Stiles was a constant mess.

When he found himself on the docks that night, chasing a lead that he was pretty sure only had a fifty percent chance of being true, Stiles realized his time might come a little sooner than he’d expected. That was the last thought he’d had at last, at least, before there was something covering his mouth, a hand dragging him back, and then all he knew was darkness.

Yeah, Stiles was a mess. But not just because he literally walked into getting himself kidnapped.

Because of Boyce. The giant asshole.

Stiles woke up when he was literally manhandled out of a car. There was a hood over his head and his hands were bound behind his back, so it wasn’t like he was going anywhere except where he was guided. But his mouth was free so he still let out a litany of curses, much to the laughter of whoever was dragging him around.

There were stairs, which Stiles was practically carried down. Apparently his captors were terrifyingly strong and that was terrifying in itself. Though he really shouldn’t have expected any less from those who had taken him— and he had a feeling he knew who they were.

Stiles’s thoughts were only confirmed when he was dropped in a chair, his hood ripped off, and then a curly-haired boy smirked at him, readjusting his bonds. Stiles was still too out of it to realize much. And then he was left alone.

Stiles had been left in a basement.

See, he didn’t remember much getting kidnapped. But he wasn’t that surprised.

The last thing Stiles could recall were eyes glowing golden in the night and then something was covering his nose, the smell of chemicals making his head spin and senses shut off. The hand dragging him back. The quiet growling in his ear. He was pretty sure the drug had made him both see and hear things.

“Dammit,” Stiles said. He blinked a few times and then groaned. His head hurt.

He tried to move, only to realize that his wrists were cuffed to the metal chair he’d been dropped in, panic clogging in his throat. Stiles jerked harder and the soft leather bit into his wrists, but didn’t offer any give. His ankles were the only free part of him, Stiles realized, but that wasn’t much help.

He cursed and yanked again, mostly because he was an idiot. A smarting of pain was his reward.

Stiles finally gave up and glanced around the basement. There were dark walls all around him and a set of stairs to the side. He could see light streaming from above them, but couldn’t hear the sound of voices.

Stiles wasn’t sure whether or not that was a good thing. He dropped his chin against his chest and groaned, his mouth tasting like old socks. Whatever had been used to knock him out had been strong and he could barely think straight.

His camera… that was missing, Stiles realized. So was his wallet.

Assholes.

Then one of the stairs creaked. Stiles froze, eyes snapping toward them. And his heart stopped as he saw the figure silhouetted in the dim light. Because this was it, he was sure. This was how he left the world— probably not after some pain first.

Stiles’s dad was going to kill him.

But when the man came into sight, it took Stiles’s drugged brain a few beats to catch up. Because he realized in about two seconds that the man standing in front of him was someone he recognized. And then it took him another few moments to realize why.

Stiles would… well, yeah, Stiles could consider Boyce his boyfriend. They’d been on numerous dates and then they’d definitely gone a little further beyond that. Boyce’s work often called him away but Stiles was an avid worker too so he didn’t mind very much.

But his Boyce wore the occasional plaid, glasses, and was clean-shaven more often than not. This man had the start of morning stubble, wore a dark suit, and looked at Stiles without an expression on his impassive face.

Stiles’s heart lodged in his throat. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was still drugged.

“B… Boyce?”

“Derek.”

“Derek Hale.”

“You know me,” Derek said, stepping forward. His hands were tucked into his pockets and his steps were unguarded, but his eyes studied Stiles’s face hard. His posture was tense.

“As Boyce.”

“Only as a cover.”

Stiles stared. For a moment, all he could feel was shock. But shock turned to betray, turned to anger, and he yanked on his restrains, the metal chair moving a few inches. “You giant asshole!”

Derek’s expression didn’t change. But Stiles could’ve sworn he saw a flicker of red in them.

“You giant asshole,” Stiles said again, his voice breaking a little. “You’re him, you’re the Alpha. Aren’t you? Why… why me? What the hell did you want with me?”

“You work for the Argents.”

“I’m freelance.”

“You’re paid by them.”

“Once or twice.”

“You know things,” Boyce— no, Derek— said quietly, moving closer. Stiles shied back and the man abruptly stopped. “And you figure things out.”

“Like what?”

“Me,” Derek said. “My pack. My family.”

Stiles choked on a laugh. Clearly, this man was far more attached to his title then Stiles had ever assumed. And clearly, he was far madder than Stiles had ever known. “What then, Derek? Did you bring me here to kill me?”

“I’m not going to kill you, Stiles.”

“Oh, so this is a peaceful kidnapping?”

“Yes.”

Stiles blinked. Then he barked a laugh, shaking his head. “My grumpy-eyebrowed dork of an innocent boyfriend is actually a killer. A mobster.”

For the first time, Derek flinched. Stiles fixed him with a dark glare.

“Don’t tell me this is some kind of forbidden love, Derek. My father’s a Sheriff. You lay a finger on my head and you know he’ll hunt you down.”

“I would never do that.”

“I trusted you.”

“I’m sorry.”

Stiles’s glare melted. And he hated himself for that, he really did. “I loved you.”

Derek lowered his gaze. The man stared at the floor for a moment, nodded once, and then turned away. Stiles watched him go as his mouth dropped open and then he yanked on his cuffs once more, chair shifting around again.

“Hey, Derek! You asshole, get back here! I swear to god, don’t leave me down here!”

But Derek did. And soon, Stiles was left in the dark silence again.

He hated everything sometimes.

Derek ran a hand through his hair as he paced back and forth, growling softly. The last thing he should be doing was losing his calm right now, but he couldn’t help it. Stiles was sitting in his basement right now, bright-eyed and spiteful, and Derek couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

The boy’s scent was overwhelming. Derek could hear his heartbeat like it was only inches away, even though he was three floors down.

Derek couldn’t do this. He couldn’t hurt Stiles.

But then he was putting his family at risk.

There was a knock on the door and Derek came to a complete stop, red eyes glaring at whoever dared enter. But Erica only smirked, raising an eyebrow, and sashayed into the room.

“So, did you tell him?”

“Which part.”

“I could make a list,” Erica said, glancing down at her nails. “Mob boss, not a drug dealer, only kind of a movie-worthy villain. Werewolf?”

Derek glared at her. The woman only smirked.

“You didn’t.”

“He hates me.”

“Which is to be expected. I mean, the only reason you got close was to try and convince your uncle he wasn’t a necessary threat to take out. But that didn’t go to plan, did it?”

Derek snarled, flashing his eyes again. Erica rolled her eyes.

“Go back downstairs and talk to him.”

“No.”

“You love him, don’t you?”

Derek folded his arms over his chest and didn’t answer. Erica sighed, the smirk slipping from her lips as her face softened.

“If he doesn’t accept you for your real face, Derek, he’s not worth it.”

“I’m telling Boyd you’ve gotten soft.”

“Do that and I’ll cut your throat out in your sleep.”

“Threatening your superior is forbidden.”

“Come at me, Hale.”

Derek fixed her with a flat look but Erica only smirked again. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she moved back out of the room. Derek watched her leave. Then he growled and returned to pacing, still listening to Stiles’ heartbeats three floors down. They were a little louder now. Moving a little faster.

He cursed.

Something was wrong

Stiles was a freaking badass, he decided. Or at least, once he’d wiggled out of the leather cuffs and made it out of the Hale Pack basement, he decided on that. He didn’t know where the hell he was but it seemed like Derek owned an entire building.

Of course. Small-time writer Stiles’s ass.

He was downright pissed.

Stiles was a freak badass. And he needed his cameras and a little bit of proof. He was going to show this dreaded Alpha the time of his life when Stiles dragged him through every newspaper and media outlet out there.

He was pretty sure he got a little lost.

He made it up the stairs, down a winding of corridors, and tried to remember how to retrace his steps. He could probably just get a few shots of the building. Maybe one or two of the basement if he could find his way back. But Stiles wasn’t sticking around long enough to run into Derek again.

He was pretty sure the universe was against him.

Stiles wandered into one unfamiliar room and messed around before grabbing the first weapon he could find; a wonderfully sharp candlestick. Not like it’d probably do much good against a knife or a gun, but he’d rather have something.

When Stiles came back out of the room, Derek was waiting for him with crossed arms.

Stiles yelped and floundered back so hard, he went stumbling right back into the bedroom. His heart leaped into his throat and he slammed it closed, quickly turning the lock. On the other side, Derek growled.

“Stiles, open the door.”

“No!”

“Stiles, let me in, now.”

“Dude, you’re going to flay me alive or something! Oh my god, do you guys actually do that? I heard you used to go around tearing the enemy’s throats out. Are you going to tear my throat out?”

“If you don’t come out right now, I might be tempted.”

“No!”

He could’ve sworn he heard Derek growl and that didn’t help the situation any. Stiles gripped his candlestick tighter and turned around, retreating away from the door. He paused for a moment, waiting for the inevitable, and then the air filled with the sound of cracking.

But Stiles had not expected the beast that came through the broken door.

Apparently, he knew three Derek’s now. One with a fake name, fake glasses, and a fake job. One who wore suits, had stubble, and made empty promises. And one with blazing red eyes, no eyebrows, and the most terrifying face Stiles had ever seen.

He might have squeaked in a very unmanly manner as he stumbled back, candlestick dropping to the floor. Derek glared at him, actual fangs poking his lower lip, and then his face slowly shifted back.

Stiles just stared. Because this couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be.

He was still drugged or dreaming. Maybe he’d never returned to consciousness at all. Or maybe the people who’d knocked him out had just dumped him off the edge of the docks and Stiles was currently dead.

“You’re not dead,” Derek grumbled. Stiles startled as he realized he’d been talking out loud.

“Dude,” he said. “Dude, your eyebrows.”

“Seriously, Stiles?”

“Dude, your face. Your teeth. Your eyes.”

Derek winced. For a moment, the man avoided his gaze. Then he wet his lips and shrugged. “So there was more than one secret I was keeping from you.”

“The rumors of the blood-red eyes,” Stiles said quietly. “They are true.”

Derek didn’t answer. Stiles blinked at him.

“Are you a superhero?”

“What.”

Stiles shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t add up. The Hale Pack, the drugs, the shifting. Wolfsbane. Not drugs. Oh my god, you giant asshole! You’re a furry!”

Derek glared, a bit of red flickering into his eyes. Stiles yelped.

“You really do rip throats out!”

“I haven’t done anything,” Derek said in a growl. “Except attempt to make up for my uncles’s mistakes and intercept the occasional delivery of wolfsbane being sent to the Argents.”

“The… wait, what?”

“The same ones who hired you.”

“The Argents,” Stiles said. “Are werewolves too?”

“Hunters.”

“Oh my god, I’ve totally entered a feud.”

Derek glowered but didn’t say a word to counteract that. Stiles lifted his hands into the air and retreated around the man, backing toward the door as he shook his head.

“Nope, nope, nope. I don’t want any part of this. I shall be going back to my blissful lack of knowledge, thank you very much. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go get my dad, pretending this never happened, and we’re going to be leaving the country.”

Derek caught his wrist before he could escape. Stiles’s heart leaped all the way up into his throat.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Never, Stiles.”

“Then let go, Derek.”

The man didn’t move for a moment. His grip was trembling slightly, Stiles noticed. His grip moved down Stiles’s arm until long, calloused fingers gently threaded through his own and Stiles resisted the urge to shiver.

“Derek--”

“You never told me that before,” Derek said softly. “That you loved me.”

Stiles swallowed hard. The man almost seemed to whine.

“Until down there.”

“I was waiting for the right time.”

“Was that it?”

“Clearly not,” Stiles said. “But to be fair, I never expected to be kidnapped by the Hale mob and be shown the terrible truth about werewolves.”

Derek flinched. His grip on Stiles’s hand loosened and if he wanted, Stiles was pretty sure he could pull loose. Maybe he’d hit the man and make a run for it. That might gain him five or ten seconds or so. Judging by the fact that he didn’t run into any other… oh god. Werewolves.

“I trusted you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re not a superhero, Derek.”

“I know.”

“Will you let me go?”

The man’s hand dropped completely. His jaw clenched tightly and for a moment, he didn’t move. But then he nodded once, stepping back, and Stiles shivered again.

This time, he was pretty sure it was for a completely different reason.

But he didn’t want to become another body.

Stiles hesitated for a long moment. Then he swallowed hard and walked out the door, still waiting for the ball to drop. Still waiting for Derek to stop him or maybe take him down right there. But the man didn’t move. And when Stiles risked a small glance back, he was looking at a blank face again.

Derek Hale. The man with blood in his eyes. No emotion in his expression and Stiles could see why people would avoid his gaze. This wasn’t the Derek that Stiles had known.

It never had been.

When he turned away this time, he didn’t look back.

“If he doesn’t accept your real face, then he’s not worth it.”

And from where Derek stood, he was pretty sure that had been a lie. Stiles was Stiles. Stiles was always worth it. But Derek had made a promise. He’d never harm a hair on the boy’s head.

Things never went as expected.

But this one had.

Stiles didn’t leave New York.

One day, a man named Miguel showed up in front of his apartment. One wearing Derek’s face, a nervous expression, and the ugliest shirt Stiles had ever seen.

Stiles was good at pretending.

Small-time writer his ass.

Stiles was still onto them, but Derek liked a little bit of challenge. One day, Stiles was going to take them down. That’s what he claimed at least. He never actual did.

Derek changed his name three more times.

Stiles got kidnapped four more times. For kicks.

Also, he was pretty sure at one point, he was dating Clark Kent.

Things never went as expected.

Stiles thought this was some kind of Mr. and Mrs. Smith with a twist.

Derek thought that was dumb.

It went on for years.

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