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sunafc · 9 days

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That’s what you get for ditching me — ft. Toji Fushiguro

cw: wc 1.8k, NSFW, mdni, 18+, fem reader, fwb, toji calls the reader ‘kid’ and ‘little one’ as a pet name but the reader is very much an adult ! !, toji is obsessed with reader, mutual masturbation, a bit of spit kink, if there are typos ignore them 🙂‍↕️

To say Toji liked you was an understatement. After your first night together he wanted nothing more than to be inside you again, to taste you again, to feel your skin on his again. After a few more nights with you he got you a toothbrush to keep at his house, so you wouldn’t have to leave after the sex. One time you forgot your makeup remover and the next time he had gotten one just for you along with a box of cotton pads. Then, he dropped all his other hookups. So he didn’t just like you, he was pretty much obsessed. Toji doesn’t understand how it all happened, you entered his life and now everything is about you. Happened so quickly he didn’t even notice.

All of the things above brought him to this moment, sulking on a saturday evening alone at his house because you’re on a date with some random ass guy whose name Toji couldn’t care less to remember. He’s not jealous, he says to himself. He has no reason to be. You two are just friends and you assured him that, even if you started seeing the guy, you still wouldn’t be exclusive. So no, he’s not jealous. Toji just hopes that as you look in the guy’s ugly eyes you think of how many times you’ve complimented his green ones.

The familiar ding from your text notifications stops his overthinking and when he sees your text Toji can’t help but smirk to himself.

you: this date was shit

toji: yeah? that’s what you get for ditching me

Yeah okay, maybe he is a little jealous. Petty, too. Sometimes he makes you wonder if he really is the older one in your ‘‘relationship’’.

you: toji :(

toji: what do you want kid

you: are u home?

toji: what now you wanna come over?

you: please?

toji: ...

toji: the door’s open

toji: brat

He wishes he could show these texts to your date. A smug smile creeps on his face as he mumbles to himself how he won. He pours himself a glass of whiskey while waiting for you.

‘Can I come in?’ You ask as you open the door.

‘I’m in the kitchen,’ Toji says loud enough for you to hear from the doorway.

You make your way to him. He’s sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, drink in hand.

You drop your purse on the floor, ‘Hey.’

‘Hey, kid,’ he eyes you, ‘All dolled up, let me see you,’ he motions you to turn around for him and you indulge him before sitting on the stool next to him.

You look amazing in your short dress, thigh highs and heels. You don’t need him to tell you so as his eyes do the talk for him. He offers you a glass which you gladly accept.

‘It was so bad, he was so bad,’ you take a sip from your glass.

Toji’s face contorts in a grimace as he imagines you with another guy. His hand moves to stroke your thigh, he needs you to know he’s there.

You complain about your date for a while as Toji smiles to himself knowing that at the end of the day he’s the one you’re going back to. He’s glad the guy was a dick and shit in bed, he doesn’t care how selfish that is of him.

‘These heels are killing me, too.’ You whine.

‘Come here,’ he slides his hand from your thigh to your ankle so he can loosen up the strap of your shoe and slip it off. He does the same with your other shoe and when he’s done his hand goes back to rest on your thigh.

You lean in to leave a quick peck to the scar at the corner of his lips, ‘Thanks, Toji.’

He fears his heart is going to burst everytime you do that, ‘You drive me insane,’ he mutters under his breath.

You giggle and give him another peck, right on his lips this time.

He grabs the stool you’re sitting on and pulls it closer to his until there’s no more space between them, his face so close to yours, ‘How about a real kiss now?’

You gulp, suddenly feeling your cheeks getting warmer. He’s leaning in slowly, your lips part on their own and he smirks against them before closing the gap completely. He grips your thigh as you bite his bottom lip, his other hand grabs your jaw and as he forces your mouth open, he slips his tongue in. Toji loves your lips. He thinks they were made just to be kissed, by him specifically. It didn’t matter if you were wearing liptstick, lip gloss or chapstick, he would kiss you anyway. You pull on his hair to move his face away from yours, in need of air. You’re both panting but Toji doesn’t seem to be bothered by it and soon his lips are on yours again. He’s addicted, he feels like he could live off of your kisses. You, on the other hand, you really do need air.

You pull his head again, ‘Wait,’ you puff, ‘Give me a moment, Toji.’

You're breathless, your lipstick is all smudged. Toji thinks you look stunning like this. He stands from his stool, picks you up and sits you on the counter. His hands travel with faint touches on your thighs, then under your dress. Your skin burns under his touch. He kisses your neck, leaving marks behind them. His hands grab your ass as he sucks on your skin at the base of your neck. A whimper escapes your lips and Toji smiles smugly against you. He gently slides the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, sending shivers down your body. He’s doing everything so painfully slow, you’re getting impatient. You’re starting to squirm under his every touch. He holds your face with one hand and kisses you. With the other hand he unfastens your bra and then moves to massaging your boobs, fingers playing with one nipple then the other. You’re gripping his tshirt, pulling him closer. He breaks the kiss and lowers himself to leave more kisses to your chest, this time. He licks one of your nipple then sucks on your boob. More whimpers leave your lips as you feel his tongue on your skin, warm and wet. His fingers ghost over your skin failing to ever really touch you. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. He’s playing with you and you know it. You move to unbuckle his belt.

‘Eager, little one?’ He teases you. His hand under your dress, grazing your inner tight, so close to where you’d like it to be but not quiet there yet.

You unzip his pants, ‘Quit playing,’ you let them fall to the ground and you palm his erection through his boxers, ‘Need more.’

‘Ask nicely,’ his thumb brushes over your clit and your body follows his hands in search for more.

‘Please, Toji,’ you say.

‘Mhm,’ he kisses your jaw, ‘Please what?’

You slip your hand in his boxer and curl your finger around his cock, making him groan in return, ‘Please touch me.’

He lifts your dress up and then slips it off of you completely. His hand moves in your underwear and his fingers glide between your folds. He slips a finger inside your cunt and, at the same time his thumb starts massaging your clit, he slips another digit in.

‘Were you this wet for him, too?’ He asks continuing to play with your body, making you moan nonstop.

You shake your head.

His fingers keep curling inside you, ‘Did he touch you like this?’, he hits the right spot again and again, a loud cry comes out of your lips, ‘Did he touch you how you like to be touched?’

You shake your head frantically trying to remain concentrated on stroking his dick but really, the only thing on your mind, is how his long fingers fill you up. How he really knows what you like and how you like it.

He holds your jaw, ‘Answer me with words, Y/n.’

‘N–No,’ you’re panting and there’s drool coming out of your mouth.

‘I know your body better than anyone,’ Toji whispers in your hear.

You grind on his fingers, ‘Even better than me.’

That strikes something inside of him and in a second his lips clash with yours, kissing you feverishly as he toys with your clit and his digits keep moving in and out of you in a rush. He bites your bottom lip and you can feel his hand all over your body as with the other one he curls his finger to reach that specific spot inside of you. Your body shakes in pleasure. You’re making all kinds of sounds and Toji is eating every single one of them as he moves his lips on yours.

‘Aw, doll,’ Toji says, ‘Already coming?’

‘S—shut up,’ you mutter under your breath.

Your hand on his cock gets slower as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climate. Toji doesn’t mind the way you’re starting to neglet him, right now he’s only interested in making you feel good, to remind you he’s the best fuck you’ll ever have no matter how many other guy you sleep with. He licks the saliva that’s sliding down your chin and leaves more wet kisses along your jaw and neck. You’re catching your breath, mouth agape. Toji loves when you’re breathless and disheveled because of him. He wishes he could take a picture of you right now, the lipstick that was on your lips is barely visible now, your hair is a mess, your cunt filled by his fingers, one hand gripping his tshirt and the other around his dick. You look perfect like this. He slips his thumb in your mouth, keeping it open, he presses down on your tongue and spits inside. It wasn’t the first time he did that but it still took you by surprise. Your fingers on his cock stop altogether and you look at him confused, you swallowed it nonetheless.

‘Don’t make that face, kid,’ he grazes your cheek with his thumb still damp from your mouth, ‘I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit.’

Your eyes widen and your cunt clamps thight on his fingers, a broken cry comes out of you as you finally reach your high.

Toji brings his fingers to his mouth and licks the cum off of them, ‘You’re so filthy,’ he smirks, ‘Cumming from that.’

You avoid his gaze feeling ashamed and Toji smiles.

‘Don’t get shy on me now,’ he rubs his tip against your clit, ‘We’re not done yet.’

notes: the ‘i know your dying with is to be baptized in my spit’ is actually lyrics from the song ‘funeral gray’ by waterparks ! !

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #minors dni #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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soobnny · 10 months

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classmate au | park jay

❝ come with me to the canteen, i’ll pay for whatever you want ❞

honestly, jay usually just keeps to himself

sooooooo campus crush.

someone play message in a bottle by taylor swift

he only goes crazy when he’s with his friends but like tbh i don’t see him going around and socializing in the classroom 😭

he usually waits for his classmates to come to him ykwim

he’s also def a morning person

arrives to school like a whole HOUR before class starts

his parents probably drive him to school and drop him off on the way to work

he’ll just be sitting in his seat in the middle

minding his own business .. doing last minute homework .. on his phone

jay is annoying bc he’s the natural smart type

like he’ll just know random shit

he’s the type to mumble the answers under his breath during oral recitation

TO HELP !!!! TO HELP !!!!

you only have a few memories with the boy and the most prominent is just so silly

you had one of those by-three quiz bee type of activity in school where u had to write ur answers on a small whiteboard and raise them

jay’s group was seated in front of you

and he’d just notice you leaning forward and trying to copy off them bc ur team is hopeless 😭😭😭😭

SO he angles his whiteboard while answering so you can see better

to the point where when the teacher looks back he just shoves it in ur face right away

ur teams laughed so hard

but yah !!!! just a funny memory to remember him by

you don’t realize you live in the same neighborhood until you commute back home together once

insert spider-man meme here

“you also live here?”

“yeah, i do”

so, on the occasion that his parents pick him up from school in their fancy car, he lets you ride with them back home

and when commuting, he always makes sure to guarantee you a seat if that’s like a train or bus

also stands in front of you so strangers can’t be weird and creepy

since then, you always ride with him home whether that’s in their family car or commuting

it’s a silent agreement

and he gets so used to it to the point that he WAITS for you sometimes…

[faints]

you’d be caught up in your club meeting and just see jay hovering outside the classroom???

he’s on his phone, totally unaware of you heading towards his direction

“hey, you done?,” he’ll say, backpack swung behind him as he reaches to take yours

“you didn’t have to wait for me,” you’d reply shyly

“but we always go home together, don’t we? besides, it’s getting late and it’s not safe for you to commute back home at night”

JAYYYYYYY… the man that you are

when he gets comfortable, he starts talking to u in class too

like not just casual conversation

he’d full on sit next to you and gossip

which surprises u bc you’ve never seen him willingly get off his seat to gossip with someone

NOW important thing to note is that your canteen is like three buildings away from your classroom so it’s a long walk

this mf always asks you to come to the canteen with him during free period or when the teacher doesn’t show up to class

“let’s go to the canteen”

“no, it’s tiringgg”

“i’ll get you whatever you want”

“ok let’s go!”

he’s balling 😭😭😭😭

jay just lets you get whatever you want in the canteen

true to his word, he pays for all of it

it’s kind of being his secret tactic to manipulating you to come with him to things

but who’s rly winning??? you get FREE things and u hang out with THE pretty jay

he thinks he wins tho😕😕 bc he likes u and loves spending time with u

so when that “no” forms on ur lips, he knows exactly what to do to force you to come with him

THO u do pay for his food sometimes or the fare for commuting back home bc u feel bad for taking his money

oh jay also gives me the one who offers to have practice over at their house

you are a frequent visitor in his house

his parents know u… the housekeepers… everyone just knows you at this point

you even go to some of their family dinners together when u hang out and his dad suddenly wants to eat out

“bring (name)” PLSSSSSS

they’d be interrogating u and getting to know u and ur family lots

jay’s the one that gets embarrassed and tells them to stop !!!!!!!

sometimes his mom would let him bring food for u in school

“this is (name)’s favorite, right??”

his parents LOVE you

u just become part of their family 😭

to the point that they say “about time” when jay finally asks you to be his girlfriend

“finally!!! she was basically already my daughter anyway!!!” his parents would say

BUT THE QUESTION IS

How does he ask u to be his gf

i have a story for U !!!!!!!!

it’s one of ur school events and u’re one of the people going around taking photos for the paper or so u could post it on the school page

you would stumble upon him during his contest

he would give you a quick smile before going back to Concentration Mode

THEN u kind of get tired walking around the whole campus so u hang by ur room where all ur other classmates with no contests are

AND THERE’S A GUITAR

you don’t know how to play the guitar

you jokingly get it and put it on your lap just as jay walks into the room

his eyes light up and he’s stumbling to sit next to you, asking if you know how to play

you don’t 💔💔💔💔💔

so he teaches you BYE

he helps you learn some basic chords and some strumming patterns

would whisper a few words of praise even at the smallest things that you get right

jay is SOOOOO encouraging that it’s painful

would make so much accidental eye contacts at ur close proximity

anyways this school event lasts a few days

SO at the last day .. during awarding .. he asks if you’re busy and if you could meet him at ur classroom

it’s empty obv bc everyone is at the court for the awarding

HE CONFESSES

Yes just like that. jay confesses to u.

it’s so clear he’s nervous bc of his foot tapping and his fumbling hands and how he can’t make eye contact all of a sudden

ofc u say YES

when you go to upload the photos for the school event .. u find some pictures of u taken by him 🥹

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dragonnarrative-writes · 3 months

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Autumn Embers Verse

Omegaverse AU where people who are compatible have complementary scents.

Your friends assure you that the bar they’re dragging you to is nicer than it looks online. You highly doubt that, but you’re willing to go along until the three of them get bored and decide to get a car to the club district. And they will get bored, because you recognize the name and address that they’re trying to go to. You’ve never been, but some of your new coworkers on the base have invited you out for drinks and pool.

When Christie flounces out in a bright pink mini-dress, you can’t help but grin. “You look great. Super cute. But I don’t think that’s the vibe of the bar.”

Admittedly, you’re dressed a bit less conservatively than the bar might call for. But you feel cute in your black skater skirt and white top. Styled with floral lace stockings, boots, and silver jewelry, it’s more dressing up than you’ve been able to do in the last 6 months.

“I’m not dressing for the military bar,” Christie says, checking her makeup in the hall mirror before dropping on the couch next to you. She tosses her brown hair over one shoulder and pulls out her phone to order a car. “I’m dressing for when Mel and Jack decide they’re done shopping for alphas and want to go to the club.”

“Military packs are already cohesive,” Jack sniffs, emerging from the hall in cute jeans, a mesh top, and a sensible jacket. Behind him, Mel is dressed very similarly, though they’ve opted for cargo pants. “It’s not impossible that we might find a couple of someones who might be interesting.”

“If nothing else, they’ll buy you drinks,” you concede. “Pretty sure they have pool tables. If there’s one open, maybe we play a couple of rounds. Give Jack a chance to bend over and show off.”

The car, when it arrives, is a little small, but the four of you pile in gamely. You sit in the front, since your hips need the room. The driver gives a smile and a nod through his cloth mask and starts driving as soon as your seatbelt is secure. You reflexively drop the window a bit, though it’s already open. It makes sense - driving groups around all night definitely lends itself to a lot of conflicting scents.

In the back, Chrissy’s floral omega scent plays well with Jack and Mel’s sweet beta and omega mix. The very subtle floral notes of your own scent don’t clash too badly, but the base note of charcoal does sometimes leave people’s noses a bit confused. You catch the moment the driver catches a hint of your scent and darts a look at you, but he doesn’t say anything. You occupy yourself on your phone for the fifteen minute drive, tuning out Chrissie and Jack’s complaints about work.

When you arrive, the bar is just about what you expected. Run-down in a lived-in kind of way but clean. Dim and quiet. The exact opposite of Jack and Chrissie, but that doesn’t stop them from swanning in through the doors and making their way immediately to the bar. You and Mel follow behind. You make eye contact with a couple of people you kind of recognize, give a quirk of a smile as a greeting.

By the time you’ve decided what to drink, Chrissie and Jack have already charmed a trio of alphas into conversation and a promised game of pool. Mel leans into Jack’s back and introduces themself in their quiet way. You give your name with a wave before ordering a whiskey sour.

“Put their drinks on our tab,” one of the alphas says. He holds his hand out to you to shake. “Daniels. I’ve seen you on base before, yeah?”

“I’ve been working admin for a couple of months,” you confirm as you shake his hand. He’s polite enough not to try to rub wrists on a first meeting, at least. His scent reminds you of the bakery near your house. “It’s not a bad job.”

Once everyone has their drinks and the group makes their way over to one of the open pool tables, you think you could have a pretty good night. Daniels and his friends, Bennet and Bakshi, are actually pretty fun. They’re obviously flirting with Chrissie and Jack (and Mel, by extension), but they’re not ignoring you. Daniels and Bakshi, at least, include you in the conversation and ask questions about your job, how you all know each other, where you’re from.

When Bakshi manages to pull Mel into a conversation about video games and cyber security, you and Chrissie excuse yourselves to the restroom.

“I should have worn jeans,” she sighs. “This is really fun, but kind of a waste of an outfit.”

You’re about to laugh when you pass by a table and make eye contact with a man you’ve only seen in passing before. You recognize Sergent MacTavish by his mohawk, and give him a little half smile. Then you notice Captain Price and Sergent Garrick. The blond in a skull themed cloth mask can only be Lieutenant Riley. You give all four of them a startled little nod of acknowledgment, and then Chrissie is tugging you into the bathroom.

You’ve never met anyone from Task Force 141 before. Any time you’ve heard of them, at least two have been sent off somewhere across the world. You don’t have the clearance to deal with any of their reports, but you know enough to understand that they’re practically rock stars.

“Five quid, Jack and Mel have all three of their numbers by the end of the night,” Chrissie interrupts your musing as she checks her makeup in the mirror. As usual, she’s perfect, and you hear her take a selfie.

“Ten quid, Bennet asks for yours,” you counter from the stall.

“No bet, he’s already asked.” Chrissie answers. “But he’s a tool.”

“You like tools.”

“That’s true. It’s the muscles.” she agrees. “If he asks me on a proper date, I won’t say no.”

“Not a waste of a dress, then,” you point out before flushing and making your way to wash your hands. “Is he wearing scent blockers? I can’t get a bead on him.”

“He’s a subtle bit of tobacco leaf. Bakshi is nutmeg and Daniels-”

“Daniels smells like fresh bread,” you finish.

“Oh, ho, ho,” Chrissie chuckles, leaning her hip on the counter as you wash your hands. “Took notice did you?”

“We shook hands.” You roll your eyes. “Kind of hard not to notice.” When you step out of the bathroom, you’re startled to see Sergent MacTavish leaning against the wall on his phone. His eyes snap up to yours and he stands up to his full height. He’s bigger than you expected, and you find yourself helpless to hold his stare. When he smiles, you feel yourself flush.

“Evenin’, bonnie lass,” he says, after a moment. “C’n I get a moment of your time?”

Chrissie practically skips the couple of steps away to stand at the entrance of the hall leading to the bathrooms. She doesn’t quite abandon you with a strange alpha, but she does turn her back and pull out her phone.

Before you can comment on her absence, or introduce yourself, or even think about what to say, MacTavish has stepped close. His scent, something warm and earthy and somehow also floral, floods your senses. At the same time, he leans down to hover his nose just short of touching your temple. You can’t help but blush harder at how bold he’s being. The way he takes your scent into his lungs is just this side of vulgar.

“So it has been you we’ve been scenting around base,” he chuckles, taking a deliberate step back and leaning back against the wall again. He crosses big arms across his chest and smiles. “Gaz’s been tying himself in knots trying to catch more than faded hints near the caf’.”

What are you supposed to say to that? “…Sorry? I’m new to the base.”

He grins. “Well, I’m glad you’re around. Sergent MacTavish.” He doesn’t offer his hand, but considering the how rude he was before, it’s not like he needs to.

You stammer an introduction and decide to make your retreat. “It was, um, nice to meet you, Sergent. I have to get back to my friends.” “Be seeing you around, hen,” he says, and doesn’t move as you make your retreat.

As soon as you’re clear of the hall, you make the mistake of looking that the 141’s table. All of their eyes snap to your face as soon as you’re visible. You almost freeze under their attention, but Chrissie rescues you. She takes your arm and practically marches you across the bar to rejoin Jack and Mel, who immediately pull you close to drag you into some debate about music.

You can’t contribute much to the conversation. Thank goodness for Chrissie, who gleefully carries the discussion. You’re too distracted to do much more than give vague agreements for a long time.

At the end of the night, when you and your friends leave the bar, you chance a glance toward the 141’s table. Four pairs of eyes stare back.

#dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #poly 141 #omegaverse #autumn embers verse #named after the fragrance oil i looked up to decide the 141 pack scents

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fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat · 1 year

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Really Very Pretty

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Description: Eddie's best friend gets a bit too drunk and starts to run her mouth when he has to go save her.

Warnings: alcohol (reader is drunk through this whole thing), language.

Word Count: 1953

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Eddie should have known better. He should have been able to clock it from a mile away, but you had insisted that you were going to have a good time.

He knew you well enough to know that this party was going to end badly.

He didn't even know which friend of a friend's birthday it actually was. He'd dropped you off in front of a house he'd never taken you to before, and thank god he saw Robin standing on the porch, because he was almost ready to lock the van doors and take you right back home. You were clearly anxious about the outing, but you had continuously brushed it off, citing nothing more than excitement as the reason for your shaky hands. Eddie had practically begged you to let him tag along and play guard dog, but he hadn't been invited and, with the exception of Robin and maybe one other, you didn't know any of these people very well. You didn't want to step on any toes by bringing a plus one that you didn't actually have.

Eddie wasn't entirely sure why he was so nervous for you. You were an adult, you could handle yourself. And besides, he had no obligation to keep you safe like that; you two had been friends for a long time, but bodyguard was typically a boyfriend role.

Right?

It was well into the night, nearing three o'clock in the morning, when Eddie's phone finally rang. He had told you to call him so he could pick you up. He trusted you to know better than to try and drive yourself after a few drinks, but he definitely didn't trust the people you were with to get you home either. He scrambled out from under his acoustic guitar to answer the phone.

"Hey! I expected you to call ,like, two hours ago, are you-"

"Eddie, it's me," he heard Robin say from the other end. That was odd. His stomach instantly became heavy with anxiety; was something wrong? Had something happened?

"Robin! Hi," he said, trying to control the slight shake in his voice. "Wasn't expecting your voice. What's up?"

"You need to come get your girlfriend," Robin stated. Eddie instantly felt heat creep up his neck and was very grateful that Robin wasn't able to hear the blush that had settled onto his cheeks.

"Robin. She's not my girlfriend. You know that."

"Yeah, whatever. Just come get her."

"Did something happen?" Eddie's embarrassment was quickly stubbed out by nervousness.

"Not really," Robin responded, though she didn't sound all that confident in her answer.

"What?" Eddie asked with frustration. He loved Robin, he really did, but she never quite had a way with words. "What does 'not really' mean?"

"She just got, like, way drunker than she wanted to, I think," Robin clarified. "And now she's hiding, and I think she's crying, and I don't know what to do! I know you dropped her off, and-"

"Fuck, alright, I'm on my way," Eddie cut her off. He hooked the phone back to the wall and dashed out to the van.

This kind of thing had happened before. It wasn't like you didn't know your boundaries when it came to this kind of stuff, it was more like you would often choose to ignore them. You'd always been able to hold your liquor (it was kind of impressive sometimes, actually) but your impulsive nature left you prone to having just a few drinks too many. Pair that with how weird you'd been all day leading up to the party, and Eddie cursed himself for leaving you all alone.

By the time Eddie pulled up to the house most of the party goers had left, and only a handful of stragglers remained. He walked in and found Robin quickly.

"She's in the bathroom upstairs," she said to him as he walked up to her. "She didn't do anything too embarrassing, thankfully, but she looked really upset when she ran off."

Eddie nodded to her and started up the staircase, going two steps at a time. Even with all the people who had come and gone all night, the house felt incredibly empty to him. The same cream colored walls and carpet felt ever present in all of these new-construction-suburban-paradise type houses and Eddie didn't like them one bit. Something about the faux sincerity of it all left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he wondered how anyone could find all of this coldness appealing. Maybe he was biased, seeing as he was only welcome in these houses when he was upcharging freshmen at their first high school house parties, but he could almost feel the structure itself silently judging him.

God, he really needed to get you out of here as quickly as possible.

It took a couple of guesses, but he did eventually find the bathroom door. He knocked, though the force of his knuckles against the wood pushed the unlatched door open just enough for him to be able to see you on the floor, with your back leaned against the sink and your knees pulled up close to you chest.

You definitely looked worse for the wear, that was for sure. Robin was right, you had been crying, and it left angry black streaks running down your face from your eye makeup. Eddie walked in carefully and gently shut the door behind before sitting down on the floor next to you. You didn't look up at him, and instead chose to keep your eyes firmly trained on the little springy door stopper attached to the wall.

"I didn't call you," you said with a pout.

"I know," Eddie said. "Robin did. asked me to come get you."

"I didn't call you on purpose," you reiterated. Your voice was gruff and strained. "I don't wanna see you."

That struck Eddie right in his chest, though he knew that it was most likely just the tequila talking. You were very drunk, and come morning, you two would be back to being best friends again.

"Why don't you wanna see me?" Eddie asked with the slightest smirk. Now that he knew you weren't hurt, he was able to find just the tiniest bit of amusement in the situation.

"Because you're mean to me," you grumbled. You burrowed yourself into a somehow even smaller ball and did your best to turn away from him, though you had little success.

"How am I mean to you?" Eddie asked. He definitely wasn't mean to you; he would do literally anything in his power to make you happy.

"Because you're too pretty and you're too nice to me," you said. Eddie was instantly hung up on the fact that you called him pretty. You were drunk, not thinking straight, so you probably didn't actually think he was pretty, Eddie reasoned to himself. He pushed the thought right out of his head and moved on.

"I'm nice to you," he questioned. "And that makes me mean?"

"You're too nice." You turned to look at him through droopy, half shut eyes. They were rimmed with red. "You're not 'friend' nice, you're 'more than a friend' nice, but I know you don't mean it, and it's mean."

There was a sharp bite in your voice and Eddie didn't know how to respond. Did 'more than a friend' nice mean that he was nicer than a friendly acquaintance, or did it mean that he was nice in the way two people who are more than friends would be with one another?

"Do you want me to be 'more than a friend' nice?" Eddie asked without thinking.

"Not if you don't mean it," you responded.

"But what if I did mean it?" All of Eddie's better judgment had been thrown out the window at this point. Maybe he was taking advantage of you inebriation, that you would give him the truth because of it, but in this moment all he could think about was the fact that he had been pining after you for months thinking it would never amount to anything. Now it might be amounting to something and he had, he just had, to know.

"You're making fun of me!" you said. You dropped your face into your arms.

"I'm not, really! I just," Eddie cut himself off with a sigh. You were drunk. Nothing he could say would really get through to you, and even if it were to, you weren't going to remember any of this in the morning. If he thought about it, maybe that was a good thing. "Look, let's just get you home, okay?"

You grumbled some in protest, but didn't try to wriggle out of Eddie's grasp as he led you down the stairs and out to the van. He got you settled in the passenger seat before getting into the driver's side and starting the car. He kept the music turned down low, knowing your head was most likely already pounding, and rolled down the front two windows.

The cool night air whipped through the cabin of the vehicle. You shut your eyes and turned your face towards it. It had been hot, so hot, in that house, and you seemed more than happy to be out in the cold autumn evening. Eddie lived much closer than you did, and he knew your parents would be less than thrilled about you staggering inside at three in the morning, so he elected to bring you back to his place. He could just sleep on the floor.

He helped you out of the car and inside. You struggled to toe off your shoes, though you eventually got them off and tossed them haphazardly against the door with a thud.

Once he got you standing on your own, he quickly realized just how drunk you actually were. You kept your eyes closed as you swayed into his bathroom and Eddie was worried that you'd fall and hit your head on the sink or something; The last thing he needed was to have to take you to the ER. He was already on thin ice with your parents as it was, and getting a call from the hospital in the middle of the night would absolutely cement their dislike for him. You hadn't thrown up or anything (at least, as far as he knew), so that was good, but Eddie knew you had definitely pushed yourself way too hard.

He wondered if you had been roped into some drinking game or something. Your competitive nature and poor impulse control made you much too good at them.

You'd been quiet since Eddie had lifted you up off the bathroom floor, but as you slumped down on top of his sheets, still in your jeans, you spoke up again.

"I'm sorry," you said, eyes closed.

"It's okay," Eddie reassured you. "I'm more than happy to come and save you whenever you need me to."

"And I mean what I said." You were muffled against his pillows, but Eddie still heard you.

"What, about me being mean to you?"

"No." You turned to face him and your big, watery eyes were enough to crush his heart. You sat back up and started to sway a bit. Eddie put a hand on you arm to keep you steady, and realized just how close the two of you were to each other. Your shoulders were turned inwards as you leaned in even closer, though he was sure it couldn't have been on purpose. "About you being pretty. You're really very pretty."

If you hadn't been completely plastered, Eddie would have kissed you right then and there.

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My Pretty Girl

|The Black Phone|

Albert Shaw(The grabber) x fem!reader

Summery: After getting roped into watching over your older sister at a house party, you come to realise that the uncomfortable situation might be better than you think. Sure it’s not Max’s house like you were told, and sure there’s a house full of people you don’t know, but there’s that nice man with bright blue eyes and a sweet voice that keeps you company. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

MINORS DNI PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Warnings: Mentions of partying, alcohol, and cocaine, age gap, manipulation, masturbation, daddy kink, filthy thoughts

Note: this was a 7000 word commissioned piece by @trashutjr and if you are interested in requesting a commission, you can tap on the link

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A phone call was how it all began.

A shrill ring of the teal phone in your kitchen made you pause your dinner. A part of you already knew who it was, but you optimistically hoped your intuition was wrong.

With your sunny thoughts dwindling quickly as you walked to the kitchen, you picked up the receiver and held it to your ear before uttering a gentle, “Hello, this is y/n speaking.” Always such a polite voice.

“Hey lollipop!” The voice of your older sister, Ellen, came through the phone, and your shoulders dropped slightly. Your intuition had been right, and while you usually praised yourself for it, tonight you cursed it. Mentally wishing it away.

It wasn’t that you disliked your elder sister, you got along surprisingly well; it was that over the past few years, the only time you received a call from her was because she needed something…usually with no intention of returning the favour. She already had a running tab with you, and a list of ‘I owe you’s a mile long, but family was family.

Plus, she only called you Lollipop when it was a favour she knew you wouldn’t like to partake in. The last time that sickly sweet name and tone came through to your ear, it had ended with you getting an elbow to the cheek from your heavily intoxicated sister’s friend, Karen, and you driving the two of them to Ellen’s little apartment outside the city. Herding them up the building’s dingy stairs was a whole other story.

“Hi Ellie…” you replied softly, half hoping she just needed directions to a bar.

A relieved breath came from the other end of the phone, “I know this is last minute…but you’re free tonight around 5, right?”She asked hopefully.

Ah. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath, “Yep. Was just about to eat dinner.” Indeed your dinner was staring at you like the boneless girl you were when it came to Ellen.

Ellen laughed, “It’s 4 o’clock! You’re such an old lady sometimes…” that stung a little, “Listen, I know you don’t have a lot going on so I thought I’d take you to a friends tonight for some drinks and hanging out. You’ll come right?”

Which translated to: I’m going to get drunk and high and I need you to drive me home, so come be the sober one.

You felt the ‘No’ on your tongue, but it wouldn’t come out. If anything happened to her, you knew you would never let it go.

“Sure. What’s the address?” You asked, “Do they have any animals?” After going to enough of Ellen’s parties, it became habit to sit with the cat or dog that the stranger owned. You liked to bring treats, just in case.

“Um, one sec-“ she turned away from the phone and you could hear mumbling, “Hey, yeah he has a dog. It’s at 7742 south Irving St. I’ll see you there!” She blew you a kiss through the phone, and hung up before you could ask anything else. Your stomach already felt uneasy at the thought that this was a man’s house you were going to, but you pushed it aside.

It was a warm evening, and while you truly did not want to be out, a slow grin made its way onto your face; the fresh air enveloped you like gentle, warm fingers. You hopped on your bike, and pedalled off in the direction of the house, dog treats and a water bottle tucked in your bag.

Before long, the two story houses on the edge of the city turned into one stories, and you turned from East Anderson road to South Irving. You began counting the addresses, slowing your pace until you saw 7740, and stopped at the simple brick house beside it. Sure enough, your sister’s car and a couple others were outside,

With a deep breath, you walked your bike up the driveway, and leaned it against the side of the house before you knocked on the door tentatively. You could already hear loud voices inside, and you cringed.

Before you could back out, the door swung open to reveal a man in his mid to late thirties and a light blue dress shirt, and a thick moustache. He regarded you for a moment, and it only took you a moment to see his dilated pupils a a little bit of white powder caught in his nostril. “Hey, what can I do-“

“Lollipop?” You heard Ellen call from inside- a slight slur to her voice.

Then a look of recognition washed over the man’s face, “Oh you’re Ellen’s baby sister, come on in. Wish my name was Lollipop.” He said happily.

You tried to return his easy smile, but it likely came out as a tight line instead, “Thank you. I’m y/n…” you said as you walked inside, “Ellie just calls me that sometimes…”

He nodded enthusiastically and you looked around the modest home as the smell of cigarettes and alcohol wrapped around you. It was a mess. Littering the coffee table and floor where beer and brandy bottles, along with some bowls of chips and…were those dog treats? But what drew your attention the most was the almost violent array of clippings pinned to a cork board on the wall. Your brows pinched in the middle when you tried to take a look, and you noticed photos of the missing boys.

You felt a twist in your gut when you realised this was some conspiracy party…and even as you listened to the conversations being had, your thoughts were confirmed.

What have you gotten into now, El…

From her place on the couch, you heard Ellen call your name, and you slowly looked over at her with a small smile; she returned it with one far larger and dazed. Everyone you saw her like that, you wished she ran with a better crowd, a sober one at least. Though you figured that after living a life with an alcoholic barely-there father, one of you would turn out on the bad side…it just hurt to see your older sister filling that role.

You waved to her and said a few greetings to the other unfamiliar faces in the room- a total of three women including your sister, and four men. All of them older than you, and all of them not noticing your presence. Not that you dwelled on it. Your attention was soon captured by a large black dog that laid in the corner. The smell of beer instantly went away as soon as you began to walk over to the hound, and you grinned at your new companion.

It picked up its large head, and watched you closely as you crouched down, “Hello you…looks like it’s just us tonight.”

Huge dark eyes stared back at you, and blinked. Taking that as a sign that the dog wouldn’t rip your face off, you sat down beside it, and took your bag in hand. As you were about to ask if it could have treats, your words died in your mouth; the man whose house you were in was very animatedly explaining some wild theory of his, and all eyes were either on him or a tempting body part of another man or woman. You prayed to god that this wouldn’t turn into a cocaine orgy.

You sighed and just hoped for the best as you fished out the the baggie- surly the dog had no allergies. Instantly, the dog’s eyes perked up and it’s head rose again in acknowledgement of the goodies.

“That’s Sampson, he’s a big sap…might not let you go if you give him treats!” The man called over to you as he took a swig from his beer.

You still didn’t know his name. You knew his dog’s, but not his. Regardless, you nodded and laughed gently as your attention returned to the massive dog. “Well Sampson, I would just take you home with me if my landlady allowed it. Guess I’ll just have to keep you in my pocket.” You cooed to him as you held out two treats, which he ate greedily. You wondered when the last time he had been fed was.

A half hour passed, and you were slouched comfortably in front of Sampson, trying to get him to catch a treat from high in the air. He wasn’t amused. You were happy for the distraction, especially since the last time you had looked up, your sister had one of the male attendees’ tongues down her throat.

It wasn’t that you were a prude or judging her, but something about seeing your sibling making out with someone made your stomach uncomfortable.

Max -as you had finally come to hear him referred to as- was still very animatedly talking about various topics that you had completely lost track of when the front door swung open, and for the first time, you saw him stop talking. From your standpoint, you didn’t see who had opened the door, but from the look of recognition on Max’s face, this wasn’t good or expected.

“Max what the fucking hell is this?”

Another man stepped through the door; he was taller than Max, and clearly older. He slammed the door shut, which made you jump, and your nerves were set on high.

“Hey Al…just some friends I invited over, no biggie.” Max tried to sooth the older man -Al- but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

“Oh I see. A little get together?” He mocked, “I let you crash here for a month, Max. You make a mess of my- is that…Christ clean that shit up.” You saw the older man catch a glimpse of the cocaine still on the coffee table.

You felt sick.

This wasn’t even Max’s house. You almost wanted to shout to the man that you were sorry and just bolt, but then you remembered the tether that kept you there. Ellen. And she barely looked awake.

Max pulled Al into the kitchen, and you watched anxiously as they continued their heated exchange.

“Listen Albert I’ll make it up to you okay, I got this interview comin’ up and I’m sure I’ll get it-“

But Albert shook his head in disappointment, “I don’t want your money, I want my house back. With none of that shit everywhere.” He gestured pointedly to the coffee table.

That was all you could hear until Max clasped his hands in front of him and seemed to reason with the older man.

From what you could gather, Albert was too tired for the younger man’s antics, and gave him twenty minutes before everyone had to be out. You didn’t blame him. Hell you only blamed yourself for not asking more questions about this gathering.

Sampson watched the conversation as closely as you, and you wondered if he was even Max’s dog. You doubted it. So you sunk deeper into your seated position, and heaved a sigh as your hand stroked the hound’s fur.

Albert took several long deep breaths as he wrenched the fridge open and grabbed one of the last of Max’s shitty beers. It wasn’t like he drank much, but after a long day at work, and now this, he needed something to take the edge off. He cast an irritated eye around his once very orderly home, and was about to roll that watchful gaze at the sight of the idiotic smatter of articles Max had taped up when something stopped him.

Someone.

For a moment, he stared; raised the cold drink to his lips, and watched. A young woman was curled up next to that mutt that was supposed to intimidate, and he watched as you held a fearless hand out with a little treat on it for Sampson to devour.

Albert’s eye twitched. You were young. Very young. And definitely sober. Your movements weren’t sluggish, and there were no bottles near you aside from-

Oh what a diligent little girl…

Aside from the water bottle sitting by your bare thigh.

You were pretty- very pretty. Your hair was a little untamed and he wondered if that bicycle was yours. Judging by the light muscles in your legs, it was definitely yours. Albert drank again. You wore a little sundress that was bunched up and wrinkled around your legs, and a cardigan that looked too big for you.

A-fucking-dorable. Absolutely adorable.

And was that a damn ribbon in her hair? Wrapped up like a little present just for me? How considerate.

Albert sighed, and quickly made a list of what would be needed to perfect an interaction with you. He saw your eyes flicker nervously to him a when you thought he wasn’t looking…once, twice, three times…Come on little bunny look at me one more time- ah. There you go. Good girl.

But as much as he wanted to stride over to you and drag you to his room or basement by your hair, he decided on a different approach. One that felt very much like torture, but it would at the very least distract him from wanting to throttle his brother. So, the older man sucked in an irritated breath and walked briskly past the gathering, past you and Sampson -though he didn’t miss how his foot brushed against your toes- and went to his room. He shed his work shirt, and ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated his next move. Albert knew you had watched him as he walked down the hall, so you acknowledged his presence and you were attentive. As he stood there he even let himself imagine that you followed him to his room and begged for his forgiveness-

Fuck.

The older man looked down at his pants, and saw his cock twitching as it strained against the fabric. Closing his eyes, one arm braced against the wall, he palmed himself and imagined it was your little hand stroking him instead.

It took thirty seconds for him to spatter cum inside his pants.

Albert gasped to settle his breathing, and twitching limbs as his sensitive cock shifted in his ruined pants. He wanted you. Badly. With that thought in mind, the older man made quick work of stripping himself, and changing into fresh clothes before he grabbed his beer and slowly walked back to the living room with a practiced air of distain and irritation.

Again he had to pass you to get into the living room, and ‘accidentally’ brushed your foot a little harder this time; he murmured a quiet “Sorry” but paid it no mind as he plopped himself down in one of the chairs- conveniently close to you. He didn’t even look at you- he wanted to see if you actually cared-

“E-excuse me?”

You had watched the man walk off with a tight jaw, and return about ten minutes later in fresh clothes. It was like a blow to your gut when you imagined how tired he must be; probably returning home from work only to find this. His voice was soft when he had apologised for bumping into you the second time, but if you were honest, his apology only made you feel worse when you should be the one apologising. Hell you shouldn’t even be there.

So in favour of repairing the brittle status-quo, you shifted on your knees away from your furry friend, and moved a little closer to the man as he stared at the articles pinned to the wall. You spoke gently to get his attention and you saw him cast you a slow look of indifference.

His gaze pinned you to the spot, but you tried to not get struck by his sharp blue eyes, and forced some clumsy words from your mouth, “A-Albert, right? Um…I didn’t know- that is…uh…I’m really sorry about all this. I didn’t know this wasn’t Max’s house…I can’t…” you sighed, “I’m just so sorry.”

Well that was a mess.

But Albert relished your nerves. You should be nervous. It was a blessing the basement was empty or who knows if Max’s little party might have found his newest guest…and then he wouldn’t be able to play with you.

Albert watched you, and took another drink before looking away and nodding to his brother, “You’re a friend of Max’s?” He asked you.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head defensively, “Me? No. No I’m the designated driver so to speak…I’m Ellen’s little sister.” You pointed to your inebriated sibling, “Sort of got roped into coming. If I had it my way I would be laying on the couch with some ice cream.”

He eyed Ellen for a moment in distain, then looked back to you. Beautiful little you.

Albert cocked a brow, “Your daddy lets her run around town like that?” He asked chidingly towards your sibling in her intoxicated state, and he watched an array of emotions flicker over your face at his question. Interesting.

“N…no. Well, he’s not really in the picture.” You sighed and absently rubbed Sampson, which caught Albert’s eye. It was odd to see the dog so…docile.

“He doesn’t usually like strangers.” He murmured as he shifted to look down at you a little better now. His interest was growing the more you knelt beside him.

Pretty.

Young.

Sweet.

Open.

Attentive.

Naive.

Malleable

A little laugh bubbled out of you, “Well I think I might have bribed him a little,” you took out your almost empty baggie of snacks, “I hope that’s okay…this isn’t my first time being in a strangers house to watch over my sister and ending up sitting with the house dog or cat. Thought it might be nice.” You rambled on.

Albert squeezed his drink -wishing it was your throat- and grinned, “Can’t complain. The old man could use some company.” Not the only one.

You laughed again. He liked that sound. He wondered what you would sound like whimpering as he-

“Yea, Max joked that if I was too nice to him he wouldn’t let me leave.” You smiled easily and looked back down at the black dog that rested near you.

Albert almost laughed at your words. Sampson wasn’t the only old dog that would rather keep you to himself.

She’d probably look pretty in chains…

“That’s true. He’s very…territorial.” The older man said, and smirked as he gazed down at your sweet form. If he turned his head just right he could see down your dress…fuck…no bra? Albert already felt himself twitch in his pants again.

He wondered if you wore any panties.

Albert could have come right there again just at the thought.

“Well I think he’s sweet. He’s yours?” You asked, shyly.

He nodded. Now, you were looking up at him with undivided attention, just like he wanted. Some charm and garnered sympathy was all it took, too.

Whether it was because you felt terrible and wanted to make him feel a part of the gathering or something else, you weren’t sure. But you knew he had beautiful eyes and a nice voice, so you happily payed attention to the sweet man.

You shifted a little closer and leaned up onto your heels to place your arms on the side of Albert’s chair, “By the way, I’m y/n-“

“Lollipop, there you are!” Ellen yelled far too loudly when she remembered you existed.

Albert watched you squeeze your eyes shut.

Lollipop? Christ please tell me that’s her nickname for a reason because I’d give her something to suck on…

You sighed and slowly opened your eyes to look over at your sister who was smiling at you, and you grimaced as she munched on a dog treat. “Hi Ellie.” You replied, hoping she wouldn’t get all lovey-dovey now that she was inebriated.

“Why’re you over there? Come sit with us!” She slurred and waved you over enthusiastically.

Albert watched you closely, almost wanting to speak up for you to tell her you were staying right there perched by him. But evidently, he didn’t need to.

“I’m okay over here…Albert’s keeping me company.” you said, and unconsciously patted his arm. Albert almost jumped at the feeling. It seemed your refusal was enough for her, as she turned away and shrugged, leaning into the man next to her. Then you looked back at Albert and found his focus on you already, “I…I hope you don’t mind. I’m not much of one for…those sorts of things…”

A relieved sigh left you when you saw a look of understanding on the older man’s face, “Are you sure you’re the younger one?” He teased you in a quiet voice, finishing his beer, and spreading his legs.

You nodded and rolled your eyes at the question you had heard a million times.

“Positive…plus…” you beckoned him a little closer and he relented instantly, “I think it’s worth saying that one of those bowls of chips are actually Sampson’s milk bones…and while I like to try new foods, I’m a little sceptical…” you said with a cheeky laugh, which only continued when Albert’s eyes widened and his head whipped around to inspect the dishes.

“For fucksake…” he whispered under his breath, and when he turned back to you, your hand was covering your mouth as you hid your laughter. But it faded and that remorseful look came back to you when you remembered this was his home.

“I’m really sorry about all this…” you whispered, but then noticed just how close you and Albert had become and sucked in a breath. He was less than a foot away, and his breath fanned across your cheeks; you were a little dazed, and noted how soft his hair looked.

He smirked, and shook his head, “You didn’t do this…and besides, it seems having an idiot for a younger brother payed off since I get to talk with a pretty little thing like you, hm?” Albert perched his chin in his palm and gazed at you, now only a few inches away.

Your words died on your tongue.

“Well…I…um. Wait you��re brothers?” You asked, trying to find a single coherent thought.

He breathed out a laugh and nodded, “Yes ma’am, Max over there is my baby brother if you can believe it…”

You looked over at the mentioned man, and shrugged, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but intoxication makes you age faster…so if I’m honest I would have guessed you were the same age.” You said softly, a heat rising to your cheeks when you saw the small grin on Albert’s lips.

He has nice lips…

“Now you’re just flattering me.” He murmured, still gazing at you from his perch.

Your cheeks burned. “N-no it’s true! I mean Max isn’t bad looking but…you’re-“ again, your words wouldn’t come out. Especially not now with yourself halfway to severe embarrassment. When you realized how forward you were being, you sank down onto your calves, now having to crane your head to look up at Albert if you did have the courage to do so, but in that moment, you didn’t.

And Albert was having none of that. He clicked his tongue in a tsk, which instantly made you look up.

So responsive.

“I’m what, sweetheart?” He cooed to you.

Come on my pretty girl…tell me.

You couldn’t help it. Your heart leapt in your chest at the pet name.

Deciding to take things a step further, he reached out with his free hand, and brushed some hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, “Hmm? What am I?” How far can I push you?

Your eyes fluttered at his touch, but you quickly snapped out of it and blinked, “Well you’re… handsome. Definitely.” You murmured, and looked away to try and seem aloof, even though you were far from it. His hand was huge and warm against your cheek as it engulfed it.

“That’s sweet of you to say, y/n.” He whispered and drew his hand away, which you missed instantly. “Why does she call you lollipop?” The question had been sitting on his silver tongue for six minutes. He needed to know.

Your cheeks burned even more and you moved some of your wayward hair away from your ear, “O-oh. Um…they were my favourite candy when I was a kid. Still love them and I get made fun of for it because they’re childish.”

Talented tongue then.

Albert nodded, “Well that’s not very nice.” He said with a little pout that made your eyes flick to his lips again.

“Well people aren’t always very nice.” You whispered, the weight of your words all too heavy.

Your breath fanned across Albert’s face and he had to keep himself from inhaling deeply.

“Do you think I’m nice, sweetie?” He murmured, tilting his head to the side. You had come closer again, though you didn’t even realise it.

You nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“I think you’re nice too.” Came his whisper that make your pulse quicken and a heat stir in your belly-

“Looollliiii!”

Both you and Albert blinked and turned towards the sound of your sister. Usually her sing-songy voice calling your name would set you at east to get out of the house as soon as possible, but this time, you didn’t want to go. You cursed her timing too.

“Let’s gooo!” She hopped on the spot where she stood, and nodded to the door.

Not in the mood to fight, you slowly stood, and found that Albert did too. He had his arms crossed, and you had to fight with yourself to not stare at his arms.

“It was uh…really nice meeting you, Albert.” You said with a shy smile; the older man was barely a foot away, but you didn’t move. Even when he grasped your chin and tilted your face up to his, you just stared back at him with your cheeks ablaze.

“I hope I’ll see you again soon, sweetie.” He murmured and stroked your chin.

“Come oon!” Ellen wailed from outside.

You sighed and shook your head, “I am sorry again for this mess…take the rest of these for Sampson…I think he might need some new snacks after tonight.” You smiled and bit your inner lip to keep from laughing.

But Albert didn’t smile back. If he did, he might not have restrained himself from leaning down to bite that lip or suck it until you were begging him for more. But he managed to keep his cold eyes gentle, at least long enough to fool you into thinking he was harmless. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite, bunny.”

Don’t let the bedbugs bite, bunny.

His words ran rampant in your mind as you drove your sister and a friend to her apartment. Even when you hauled your bike out of the truck and pedalled home, you didn’t notice the black van that followed you from afar as you remembered how his hand felt on your cheek and chin.

You didn’t even remember getting into your apartment or into bed, but what you did know was that tomorrow was Saturday, and your day off, and that you were going to go back to that house and apologize.

That poor man deserved that at least. Perhaps some fresh cookies…

When the warm morning sun shone through your window onto your face, you took a long breath to calm yourself. There was something about that man that made you nervous…but nervous wasn’t the right word. Something akin to nerves but so much warmer. Balancing the plate wasn’t an option with your bike, so you decided a long walk and bus ride would have to suffice.

You checked your watch for the fifth time once you got off the bus, even though you didn’t have an appointment. It felt like you did though, especially with how much your hands were trembling and your heart was beating frantically. South Irving st. ha d never seemed so long and so short at the same time. Once you passed 7735, it seemed the houses jumped right to 7742, and you were confronted with the brick house you had pulled your sister from just ten hours ago.

With a long, deep breath and a twisted gut, you walked up the path, and to the front door. You knocked before you could back out, but then your logical brain kicked in and you realized you didn’t even know if he would be home.

But you couldn’t dwell on your possible mistake for too long, as the door in-front of you swung open, and you were greeted with those same blue eyes that had plagued you all night.

“Well, what do we have here?” His shocked expression melted into one of mischief; you didn’t need to know it was actually self satisfaction.

What a good girl…coming back to me so soon.

Your cheeks were instantly scorched, but you tried to keep yourself calm, “Hi Albert…um, I just felt so bad about last night and I doubt Max helped you clean up…so I made you some cookies this morning,” you held up the plate, not able to meet his eyes, “A peace offering.”

Albert smirked, and tilted his head at your inability to look at him.

Just grab her and tie her to the bed…Max isn’t home so make her scream-

“Aren’t you just the sweetest? Come on in., y/n.” He said gently, taking the plate from you and moving aside; but not enough that you could move without brushing against his front to get in. He almost groaned at the feeling of your chest against his as you slipped inside.

Now as you looked around, the house resembled much more of a home than a fraternity house. It was very tidy, and actually very comfortable; you started to wonder if Albert had a girlfriend who helped with the cleaning, because in your experience, most men didn’t clean like that.

But most men weren’t Albert.

You walked into the kitchen behind Albert and watched him place the cookies down. “Would it be terrible if I indulged?” He asked you; the double meaning, however, was lost on you.

“It would be terrible if you didn’t.” You chirped back with an encouraging nod.

Albert felt himself pulse in his pants; imagining you saying the same words right before he’d force himself inside you and watch you cry out. He bit into the cookie and moaned, half from the taste, and half from the subtle rock against the counter he did. “Might have to hire you to make these for me all the time.” He joked once he recovered.

“Oh you wouldn’t have to pay me. I’m just happy to give you something yummy! I’m glad I caught you today…wasn’t sure if you’d be home.” You said, not knowing whether to get comfortable or walk to the door.

Albert took another bite lest he ask if you could be the yummy thing you’d give him so willingly; he began walking towards you, and you gathered it was time to go. “I get weekends off, so if you’re ever in the neighbourhood, you know when to find me.” He said. But instead of walking to the door, he sat at the couch, and you took that as an invitation.

As you sat down, you failed to notice how the older man shifted closer to you so once you settled, and successfully invaded your space- after all, it would be rude to move away. You wore another dress that day- a little soft blue one that you didn’t wear too often. Albert took another bite of the cookie, and chewed it thoughtfully, at least that was what you thought. You didn’t need to know that he was thinking of anything he hated to keep himself from coating the inside of his pants with his cum again.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, turning a little to see you better; the last bite of the cookie in his hand.

You bit your inner lip to keep from smiling and blushing. He didn’t need to know that you had woken up with ruined panties, “Oh not bad. Got home late after dropping everyone off.” You shrugged and shifted, but your knee brushed his in the process.

Albert grinned gently, and rested his head in his hand as he braced his elbow against the back of the couch.

“Such a good girl…bet your daddy would be proud of you.” He murmured, watching you so closely. He had said the same word last night, and you had reacted…he was curious if you would again.

Albert soaked you in. How your face glowed and your hands trembled; how you couldn’t look him in the eye.

You’re going to be mine.

Then he blinked, and his voice was light, “I’m so sorry, I’m being rude. Did you want one of those delicious cookies?” He asked as if nothing had happened.

You grinned at his kindness, “Oh, sure. Just a half is okay.” You said, not wanting to take away your gift from him like a greedy child.

Albert returned your grin, but you missed the dilation of his pupils, “Open.” He said, and held the last bit of cookie he held in his hand to your lips, which made your brows pinch in surprise; but before you brain could catch up, you parted your lips and let him place the cookie in your mouth. Albert hummed in satisfaction, and held your chin as you chewed, “Good, isn’t it?” Came his lofty whisper that made your head cloudy.

So fucking obedient

You could only nod slightly.

He could see the dazed expression on your face- Albert might not have been terribly experienced in the art of seduction, but he knew that the girl in his hand was at his disposal.

“You like me, don’t you sweetheart?” Albert purred, leaning closer to you. He was growing greedy.

You finally looked away and shrugged half-heartedly.

“Ah, look at me.” He chided you with a tap to your nose.

You swallowed and your eyes fluttered.

“You like it when I touch you?” He cradled your cheek, drawing small circles by your mouth.

You nodded again.

“Say it.”

“I…I like it when you touch me.” You whispered.

“Yeah?” Then he pulled away and relaxed into the couch, “Do you want to touch me?”

You fought to think. What did he say?

“Yes.” You breathed out, your mind was completely gone.

Albert hummed in satisfaction, and sucked in a breath.

This is going to be fun.

Without a word, he took your hand in his, and brought it to the crotch of his pants where his cock was hardening quickly. He flattened your palm and used it to stroke himself, grinding his hips into your hand, “You feel that? You did this. I was fine until I saw you last night…I fucking came in my pants when I went to change. Thought about fucking you right there in front of my brother and your sister…” he rasped. His predatory eyes were locked onto yours.

You stared at him, not able to move or speak.

“Did you get all wet for me, sweetie? Let daddy check.”

Just like that, your brain shut off.

“Come here,” he cooed, pulling on the hand that he held against himself. You stood up and came to stand between his spread thighs as he continued to stroke himself. He stared at you for a moment, then reached under your dress to pull your panties down and growled when he saw the darkened patch where your cunt had been.

Embarrassment should have frozen you, but like a woman possessed, you placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. You knew you should be concerned, but your mind was empty. Perhaps it was the shock of the sweet older man -who you had known for a total of 13 hours- now grasping your soaked panties in his hand and raising it to his nose, or maybe you were just naive to fully understand what was happening.

He sucked in a long breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me what a mess you were making, sweet thing?” Albert murmured; you felt his large hand around your arm, and pull you into his lap, “You’ve just been torturing me, you know that? That’s not very nice of you…” he pouted and tilted his head to the side.

Your lips parted, and you fought to think, “I…I’m sor-“

“You’re sorry?” He cut you off, “Is coming back to my house in a little dress like that…with cookies and soaked panties with no intention of letting me have a taste…sound sorry to you?” Albert mocked you.

A taste? But the cookies were for him-

“I’m not talking about those cookies.” His eyes seemed to grow predatory the longer he stared, and it wasn’t until the fabric of your panties brushed against your thigh that you noticed he was rubbing them against his pants to stroke his cock. “I’m talking about that cunt between your thighs that I could smell as soon as I opened the fucking door.”

Gone was the lofty, gentle voice you had heard before. Now all you could hear was a low growl that settled into your bones.

Your mouth dropped open as you listened to those depraved words leave his lips. Never in a million years did you think that he would be relaying such filth to you, and you certainly didn’t think you would listen, but there you were.

“Come on, where’s that pretty voice of yours?” He rasped, slipping his free hand into your hair before grasping it painfully, “Answer me.” He snapped.

You jumped in fright and fought to find your words, “I-I just…”

“You just? You’ve gone all silly, hm?” Albert soaked up your embarrassment, and rocked into his palm, “Or maybe you just want me to touch you?” His hand in your hair released you, and slipped down to your thighs where he paused, “Lift your dress up for daddy, sweetie.”

He saw your jaw drop sweetly at the title he gave himself.

So she likes that? What a filthy little thing…

You let out a shuttered breath, and moved your shaking hands to the hem of your dress.

“That’s it…” he encouraged you.

You pulled the hem up over your thighs and bunched it around your waist so you were completely exposed to him.

Albert sighed out a gravelly breath that sent a shiver down your spine; before you could blush from his heavy gaze, his hand was back in your hair, and those lips you had admired were against yours. You gasped in surprise, and put your hands on his chest as if to push him away, but that sweet taste was still on his tongue and it slipped into your mouth, and you were helpless. Albert groaned at the feeling of your body relaxing, and smirked to himself when he felt your little hands gripping his shirt.

His hand left his pants, and opted to wrap it around your waist to hold you tight against his body as he stood with you wrapped around him. You gasped and accidentally bit his lip, tasting blood; you pulled away and began to stutter out a meek apology but Albert said nothing as he strode to his room, and threw you harshly onto the bed.

You stared up at him, not even caring that your dress was flipped up for him to see your -shamefully- glistening thighs; he was ripping his shirt off in a flash and crawling over you before you could take a proper breath.

“A-Albert-“

“Shut up, sweetie. Let daddy make you feel good.” He rasped, pulling on your legs to shift you closer to him. The older man bunched up your dress around your waist, and pressed a harsh kiss to your navel before he was nipping at your thighs. Then, again, he paused and reached up to his lip and dabbed it before looking down at his finger.

Blood.

Your eyes went wide when you saw that his lip was definitely bleeding, but they only widened when you saw his breathing grow heavier.

“Now look at what you did. Say you’re sorry, bunny.” He murmured in a strangely sweet but stern tone.

You felt so tiny.

You couldn’t breathe.

He smacked your thigh. “Say it!”

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“You’re sorry…?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Your voice was a shell of what it usually was. Your brain was so busy playing catch up, that you could barely even register the words in your mouth.

Albert closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

“That’s my good girl. See isn’t that easy?” He cooed, kissing where he had slapped.

You nodded and sucked in a breath at the feeling of his lips on your thigh, moving higher. The sensations were too much, and had you squirming to try and alleviate the intense sensations. But Albert only grinned and chuckled as he skipped the rest of your leg and planted a open kiss right on your clit.

A loud whimper echoed through the house, and it took you a moment to realise it was coming from you.

“Did that feel good, bunny?” You heard Albert ask from between your soft thighs as he did it again, “You like my mouth on your little pussy? I bet you do.” He kissed you again, but this time he sucked your clit into his mouth. Hard.

You cried out and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but Albert had his hands and arms around your hips, pinning you there for him to use you as he pleased.

“Ah, ah…hold still.” He bit your thigh, then returned to your soaked entrance, this time slipping his tongue inside you. Your eyes rolled back, and you arched your back; he ground himself into the mattress at the sound of you mewling so prettily for him. Albert returned to your clit, and sucked on it slowly. It had been years since he had done anything like it, but he caught up quickly with what made you rock into his mouth for more. He could feel you start to tense as your pleasure built up; your hands found their way into his hair and your attempts to hump his face were adorably pathetic.

“I- I…p-please I’m-“ you stuttered.

“That’s it, you’re gonna come?” He mocked you, slipping a thick finger inside you and stroking against your sensitive spot, “You’re gonna come when I get to 1, okay?”

You nodded helplessly, right on the edge.

“5.” He sucked at your clit, and you screamed.

“4.” He slipped his tongue inside you along his finger.

“3.” He slipped another finger inside you, and you felt tears running down your cheeks from trying to hold back.

“2…” he sucked at the skin of your thigh-

Then he pulled away completely. Nothing touching you.

You bolted up, eyes wide and teary.

What-

“You didn’t think I’d let you come that easy did you?” He tilted his head to the side all innocently, and rose up onto his knees.

You must have looked like a kicked puppy judging by how he chuckled mercilessly at you, “Now why don’t you take off that little dress and sit pretty for me.” His voice was ragged as he crawled next to you and nodded down by his feet.

With your eyes glued to his, you slowly lifted the dress off yourself, and let it fall beside you. In the back of your mind it registered that it was the exact shade of his eyes, and you wondered if you had done that on purpose.

Albert wondered too.

Of course she did.

She’s yours, whether she knows it or not.

Albert grinned wolfishly and blindly began undoing his belt, “You’re going to watch. And if you try anything…well you’ll find out.” He winked down at you, which you answered with a deep blush.

You watched as he unzipped the fly, and the head of his cock was already peaking out from the top of his briefs, eager and weeping pre-cum. His large hand gripped it and pulled the shaft out completely, and you couldn’t help but let your jaw drop open.

“What’s wrong bunny? Too big?” He murmured like he cared.

You didn’t say anything, only staring. Then Albert began to stroke himself, his hips bucking up into his hand after keeping himself on the edge for so long. You watched, feeling your pussy clench around nothing at the sight of the older man’s cock.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his free hand go to his pocket and pull something out; you let out a whimper when you saw it was your panties that he was now wrapping around his shaft as he pumped.

He eased his thumb over the head, and hissed at the sensation. Albert took in your sweet, desperate little form and how your hands were clenching so tightly to refrain from reaching out.

Such a good fucking girl.

“You want this don’t you?” He rasped, gripping his cock tighter to make his point, “I bet you’re making a mess on my clean bed, aren’t you?”

Your breathing came in heavy gasps, and you nodded.

“Get the fuck over here.” He growled. You barely had time to move before he gripped your arm and pulled you onto his lap.

Albert held your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. Up close now, you were nervous as to wether or not it would fit, but he didn’t let you fret too much before he was pushing the swollen head inside you.

“Ah-“ you gasped, clutching onto his shoulders. He was huge, and it felt like you were lit on fire.

“I know sweetie, but it’s going-fuck…it’s going to feel so, so good-“ he groaned and thrust up and forced another inch inside you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sit properly for days at the sheer stretch of him inside you alone.

Albert was entranced by his cock getting swallowed up by your body, and he had to force himself to hold back lest he fill you his his cum right there. But oh how pretty you’d look all shocked.

He gripped your hips with both hands and pushed you down his length until your hips met his, and you choked out a pained gasp. The bulbous head of his cock dragged against your walls so firmly you saw stars, and couldn’t help but clench around him.

“You like that? Huh?” He rolled his hips and drew a moan from your lips that made his cock twitch, “I can fucking feel you, you little- fuck!” You met his hips as he rocked against you, and you both gasped at the feeling.

You wished you could form a sentence to make him as flustered and flushed as he did, but all you could do was grip his shoulders for dear life, and whimper.

“You fuck every old man who says you’re nice? Huh?” He chided you.

“N-no-“ you breathed, grinding against him, already feeling your orgasm build.

“No. I didn’t think so. You’re a good girl aren’t you? You’re mine, right?” He rasped, thrusting up against you.

Your mind was clouded with lust and you nodded.

“Say it. Say you’re mine, sweetie. You belong to daddy.”

“I’m y-yours-“ you murmured, head lolling into the crook of his neck.

That easy huh? That’s my girl.

“That’s right.” He gripped your hips even tighter until it hurt, and bucked up into you.

“I-I-“ you stammered.

“You’re going to try and come again?” He growled into your ear, biting at the skin. You nodded helplessly, and let out a sob, “Yeah you fucking come. Come on I’ll be nice.” He rasped; you swore you could feel his voice vibrate through you.

It took two more rolls of his hips for you to break, and you were well aware of the fact that your vision went dark, and your hearing was null.

Albert felt you tighten uncontrollably around him, and pressed your face into his neck when a scream tore from your throat. A gush of cum soaked his shaft, and he almost stopped breathing at the feeling. Your shaking legs and sobs sent him over the edge, fucking himself into your slick pussy until his cock throbbed and his cum began to fill you up. His hips kept rocking against you until he felt his pants grow saturated with your joined cum. Then, when he slowly came back to his body, he felt how you had slumped against him. Boneless.

So trusting.

You were almost limp, and Albert began to wonder if you had passed out as he cradled you there with his cock still inside you. But then, after five blissful minutes, you slowly raised your head to look him in the eye and Albert felt something inside him pulse with a need from the way you looked at him. There was a certain devotion in your blissed out face- an almost thankfulness.

A lovingness- it didn’t matter if it was from the brutal fucking you had just received or a true adoration. To Albert it was all the same, and he wasn’t about to let you go. It didn’t matter how it started, he was going to keep you with three words.

“My pretty girl.”

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that-writing-raccoon · 9 months

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MEET CHAOTIC PROMPTS

Alright, kids, listen up.

We’re all suckers for a good meet-cute. Don’t even try to lie to me. Like, yeah, they’re cliché, but, if done well, it can be really cute, hence the name.

Meet-uglies on the other hand can be super funny, and they almost always lead to enemies-to-lovers or rivals-to-lovers, even if just for a hot second. They’re great, too.

But here’s the thing:

I want more meet-chaotics. Not meet-cutes, not meet-uglies, meet-chaotics.

What do I mean by this?

Well, you know how crazy life can be sometimes? How wack shit happens, it makes a good story to tell your friends, and it makes you low-key question reality for a second? Yeah. Meet-chaotics are like that. How you met is just so weird and chaotic that it was a bonding experience.

Here are some prompts/concepts so you understand what I’m getting at:

“Normal”/Humor:

“I’m an uber driver dropping off my last customer, and you and your friends(?) just jumped into my backseat right as they got out and yelled a variety of ‘DRIVE! FUCKING DRIVE!’ and ‘FLOOR IT!’ There are flashing lights behind me, but I panicked and stepped on the gas, and now you’re trying to assure me that it’s not what it looks like, but I’m too busy worrying that I’m a wanted criminal now.”

Bonus points for found family and/or polyamory!

“I’ve had a really bad day, and it started to rain, so, because I’m dramatic, I blasted my ‘*insert playlist name here*’ and lied down on my sidewalk/lawn/driveway facing the sky, and you just drove by, backed up, and ran out to join me as ‘Chasing Cars’ by Snow Patrol was playing. I have never met you before, but I’m pretty sure we’ve bonded and might be soulmates.” (Yes, I got this idea from a TikTok. What of it?).

“I was walking my dog at the park when he got off his leash, and now I’m running after him through the park calling his name and yelling to ‘GET THAT DOG!’ You’re having a barbecue/family reunion/birthday party, and my dog sprints towards you, knocks someone over, and begins eating your food. You see me sprinting towards you and trying to catch my dog, but he’s faster, so now we’re both chasing my dog, and I may or may not be swearing words that’d make a sailor blush. Eventually, one of us or a random stranger catches him, and we finally stop, and, hey, sorry about that, but, wazow! You’re pretty cute.”

Bonus points for anyone vaulting over a table or something.

“We’re on our way to class, and I just witnessed you run past me down the stairs holding a bunch of books, trip, roll down two flights, and roll to your feet and keep running like nothing happened. And, like, we didn’t talk, and I don’t think you noticed me, but now I can’t help thinking of you. Like, that was impressive, but are you okay?”

“We’re at a house party, and it’s gotten pretty wild. Music is blasting from the speakers, people are dancing on tables, stuff is breaking, etc. Suddenly, the music shuts off, and someone yells, “POLICE!” and everyone s c a t t e r s. It’s pure chaos. I trip while running outside and curl up in a ball to not get trampled, but then a hand reaches down and pulls me up, it’s you, and we run off together still holding hands. Who are you, again?”

Bonus points if this goes back to the uber driver prompt.

Bonus bonus points if this couple is coming from the same place as the folks from the first prompt, so it’s same universe, but they’re completely different people having their own meet-chaotics running from the police ‘cause they were at the same party.

Could be any illegal/big crowd scenario. A concert, a protest, etc.

Sci-Fi:

“We live in a world where superheroes exist. One day, I’m minding my own business in my own apartment when you, *insert superhero name here,* crash through my wall while I’m just lounging on the couch, mug of coffee/preferred drink to my lips, feet up on my coffee table, and laptop open on my lap. We stare at each other. You get up, apologize, and fly off through the hole in the wall. Little do I know, you feel bad about the whole thing and decide to try making it up to me, except every thing you try just descends us more and more into chaos.”

Bonus points if this ends up being enemies to lovers, seeing as the protagonist, Character A, would probably be hella bitter about not having the specific superhero insurance needed to fix their wall.

Bonus bonus points if Superhero has to save A from x during one of their attempts to fix the situation.

“It’s the zombie apocalypse. I’ve set up camp in a (mostly) abandoned town, scavenging to survive. One day, there’s an unusual amount of zombies in the road. Panicked, I start to climb something. When I’m about halfway up, I hear a weird noise, and look down just in time to see you and your friend whizzing by on a shopping cart down the incline- you in the basket and your friend riding on the back. You’re screaming/yelling and swinging a bat around. The zombies are too slow and uncoordinated to catch up with you. At the last second, you look up at me and we make eye-contact mid-me making at wtf face. It’s such a stupid strategy that I’m low key in love.”

“It’s an alien invasion. We’re all running and screaming for our lives. Suddenly, there’s a spot light, and you start being pulled up into a ship. You panic and grab something. For some unknown, ungodly reason, I try to help you. It goes as well as it sounds. Cue us both getting beamed up while holding on to each other for dear life.”

“We’re on a spaceship. There are so many people on board that it’s impossible to truly know or recognize anyone. I’m working or reading or what have you, when I so happened to glance up at my porthole/window, just in time to see you, who’d been fixing something on the outside of the ship, floating away and doing some space gymnastics with your lead and etc., and swimming, to get back to the ship. I do what anyone responsible would do and sprint off to the docks to get you back safe inside.”

Bonus if Floating Person is just doing the absolute most ridiculous things to make it back.

I have more, but I feel like this post is long enough. But yeah. Something something meeting someone in the most chaotic, stupid, and unhinged way gets to me. Like, we’ve all have shared moments with a stranger because we both witnessed something or been involved in something dumb or crazy. And usually it’s like, eye-contact or brief, awkward commentary, then at the end of the day you go home and it’s just a funny story that only you guys experienced. Something about it just speaks to me.

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nameless-ken · 2 years

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Unforgettable - Eddie Munson Imagine

summary: you end up as third wheel at the fair when Eddie comes to your rescue.

warnings: mostly fluff, some angst, annoying friends, (Y/BF/N = Your Best Friend’s Name) for those who might not know :)

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It’s the night of the state fair. You’ve been excited all summer for it. You don’t care that it’s practically scolding outside. When you live in a place like Hawkins, Indiana, it’s the only excitement you get each year.

You and your best friend have planned this night all the way back to winter break. You both are going to ride every ride and try as many fried foods as you can. It’s always been a goal of yours to win one of those stuffed animals playing one of those rigged games, no matter how many tries it takes.

As you finish putting on your shoes, you hear her car honk out front.

“I’ll see you guys later!” You shout at your parents as you rush past them in the living room.

“Not too late!” Your mom yells just before you shut the door. You run up to the car, stopping when you notice she’s in the passenger side and her new boyfriend is driving.

“Hop in!” She smiles as yours falters, getting into the backseat.

“Nice to see you again Y/N.” Her boyfriend greets as he takes off from your house. You say hello out of politeness but already want him to turn the car around and drop you off back at home.

They talk the whole ride there almost forgetting you’re even in there. You search your bag for your usual book and pull it to continue reading.

Once you arrive at the fair, you trail behind them as they walk, hand-in-hand in front of you.

You can’t believe all the plans you two had have completely been forgotten by your best friend. You pay for your ticket as her boyfriend pays for both of them. You look around at the crowds of people running around and laughing. The poignant smell of fried food instantly grabs at your attention.

“Y/BF/N, do you wanna try our first fried food of the day?” You ask bouncing on your tip toes.

“Yeah whatever.” She replies, looking back at you.

“I heard there’s a concert happening. Why don’t we stop by there first?” Her boyfriend interjects and she instantly agrees.

You sigh, dragging yourself behind them. The loud music blasting from the stage isn’t anything you’ve heard before. You fit a spot on the grass, allowing distance between you and the couple you came with. You pull out your book again, finding some sort of fun there.

You feel like a puppy, just trailing behind them all night long. Only a few words spoken here and there. Not as many fried foods or rides that you planned. You even brought your polaroid camera to capture the fun moments but so far, it sits in your bag untouched.

You trail behind as they get to the line of the ferris wheel. You get to the front of the line and know how awkward it will be if you ride with them.

“You two over there.” The attendant points your friend and her boyfriend to one then looks back at you.

“Just one.” You mumble, holding your book against your chest. He points to the one directly behind him and you climb on it, looking over at your best friend, not even paying attention.

“Hey sweetheart, sorry I’m late.” A man climbs into your cart before you can say anything, sitting in front of you with one of the brightest smiles you’ve ever seen.

The ride starts up and jolts you forward a little but he holds out his arm before you hit the pole in the middle.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You lean away from him, continuing to clutch your book.

“Couldn’t let you be miserable on a night like this! I mean look at this view!” He jumps from his seat, holding onto the metal bar between you and you instantly grab it too as the cart sways.

“Shit, sorry. I get excited sometimes and don’t pay attention to what’s around me.” He sits back down and watches you slowly lean back into your seat.

“I’m Eddie.” He reaches out his hand to you. You hesitantly slide your hand against his, feeling the coldness of his rings.

“I know.” You whisper, detaching your hand from his. “I’ve seen you around school.”

“You go to Hawkins?” Eddie leans his elbows on his knees and looks into your eyes.

“Yeah. I’m a senior. We actually have English together.” You unknowingly fiddle with your book in your lap.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m not very good with them honestly.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to. I’m pretty forgettable.” You mumble that last part, looking out at the fair below as the ride stops at the top.

“I think you just made this night UN-forgettable.” Eddie replies, sliding to the side of his seat that is closest to you.

“How?” You meet his eyes again, loving the deep, dark shade of brown.

Eddie studies you for a moment. His eyes look from your eyes to the book in your hands then back to your eyes as his beautiful smile takes over his face again. He leans back against his seat, kicking his feet up on the side of yours that is empty.

“What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Nice to officially meet you.” He holds out his hand again and you laugh lightly, taking his hand but instead of shaking yours, he brings it up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss on your skin. Your cheeks flush as he releases your hand and you grab for your book again.

“What book are you reading?” He leans in to look at the cover.

“Lord of the Rings." You lift it up to show Eddie.

“Not all those who wander are lost.” You look at him, mouth agape. “What? Didn’t think I could read?”

“No, no, I just, I didn’t think you’d read at all.”

“Is it the whole metal look?” Eddie lays his chin in his hand, staring at you with a smirk.

“Kind of.” You shrug. “I also don’t see you ever paying attention in English class.”

“Oh so you watch me?”

“Well, no, not like that, I just-”

“It’s alright sweetheart, I don’t mind.” He winks, leaning more toward you to grab your book. He starts flipping through it, eyes scanning every annotation you’ve written on the inside. “Maybe you could help me understand it better?”

“How would I do that?”

“Well, you seem to dive deep into the story so you could come over sometime and I’d love to go over it with you.” He hands you the book back, not without brushing his hand intentionally with yours.

“Don’t you normally have that club you’re in?” You put the book back in your bag.

“The Hellfire Club? Yes but we could do it afterwards or before?”

“Okay. Yeah.” You bite your lip, holding back a smile.

“I feel like we’ve barely moved.” You look around at the other carts above and below you.

“Oh, I tipped the guy some extra bucks to stop us up here.” Eddie remarks.

“It’s nice up here. This is probably the first thing tonight that I’ve enjoyed.”

“Are those your friends or something?” He points to the cart a couple over. You see your best friends and her boyfriend making out.

“That would be my best friend and her new boyfriend who I’ve been third wheeling with all night.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Sadly no. It was supposed to just be me and her like we planned months ago but she didn’t tell me he was coming. This was my only time to be alone without them.”

“Didn’t mean to disrupt your peace.” Eddie rests back to his seat.

“No, you didn’t. I promise.” You give Eddie a big smile so he doesn’t feel like he’s ruined your night even more.

“Sorry that your friend did that to you. I’d rather spend my night with you over some dumb jock that only like to talk about tossing balls into laundry baskets.”

“They do do that don’t they.” You laugh for the first time that night. It’s music to Eddie’s ears.

The ride starts again as silence fills your cart. You glance at Eddie, watching him twist his rings back and forth. You can’t help but think of all the times you’ve watched him around school. He is always so carefree, not caring what anyone else thinks. He’s always with his group of friends who all wear the same shirt. You’ve always wanted to know what that’s like. Being a part of a group where you fit in and don’t feel forgotten.

You want this night to be one you never forget, even though you know there’s no chance of that. You take out your polaroid to capture this moment.

“Do you mind?” You ask Eddie and he shakes his head, moving closer to you so his face is right next to yours. His hair tickles the side of your face as you hold out the camera but not sure if you both fit.

“Here, let me.” He takes the camera from you, holding it with his arms around you so you’re pressed against him. The smell of lingering smoke, leather and vanilla wrapping around you like a warm hug. Eddie snaps the pictures and you snatch the film, putting it and your camera back inside your bag.

The ride comes to a stop as your cart makes it back to the entrance. Eddie steps out first holding his out for you and you take it, allowing him to lead you down the steps. You look back, seeing your best friend and her boyfriend get off the ride too.

“Y/N,” You turn back around to face Eddie as he stops walking, still holding your hand. “I’m not letting you go back to being a lost puppy. Come with me and continue having the most unforgettable night of your life?” His energy is so infectious that you don’t hesitate in saying yes.

“Y/N!” Your best friend and her date walk over to you and Eddie. “Ready to go?” She asks you.

“Actually, Eddie invited me to a few more rides. You guys can go ahead and go. Don’t have to wait for me.” She stares at you with scrunched eyebrows.

“How will I find you to take you back home?” Her voice comes out slightly annoyed.

“I can take her. I don’t mind.” Eddie offers, putting his arm around your shoulder which surprises you at first but you sink into him.

“I’ll call you when I get home, okay?” You reply once more before leading yourself and Eddie away from the couple.

“Thank you, Eddie.” You tell him as he moves his arm from around you to grab your bag, carrying it for you.

“For what?”

“Turning my night around. I probably would’ve stayed on that ferris wheel all night if it wasn’t for you.”

“No thanks needed sweetheart. I won’t let anything like that happen to you again. If you ever need my assistance, I’ll be there.” You stare up at him and lean on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek, not only surprising him but also yourself.

“Same goes for you Munson.” He smiles down at you.

“Care to walk with me into Mordor princess?” He bows in front of you, offering his hand out to you. You laugh, taking his hand, lacing your fingers between his.

“Where else would I go?”

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should I continue this? maybe make a little series? Let me know what you think!

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erospandemos · 9 months

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Let's get out of here

Jinsoul x Reader

Length: 3.8k

Tags: fluff, drunken confession, best friend

Shoutout to @a-casual-kpopfan for making me a Jinsoul simp.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Don't drunk drive. Call a cab.

Alcohol in an old plastic cup wasn’t the best, it didn’t taste good, and you would have surely preferred a fruit juice, but nobody at this party drank it for the taste anyway. You kept on drinking, tilting your head back to get the last drops out of your red cup. You tried not to drink too much and be responsible but looking around, you couldn’t see any water at all so you swallowed the rest of your beer-flavored saliva.

You leaned against the wall and scanned the room for the 10th time this night. You didn’t know whose house this was. You only knew it was a house. You weren’t the type of person to come to parties but when Jinsoul begged you to go with those puppy eyes, you couldn’t resist and left without asking many questions. You didn’t even change your clothes after your part-time and just hopped in your car with your very excited best friend and drove off.

The music was too loud in your ears, the drums hit in your chest and the bass vibrated throughout all your body. The lights were low so you couldn’t avoid stepping on every kind of litter on the floor, sometimes even people. Everyone kept bumping into you while they were dancing, pushing you left and right.

You kept walking straight through the herd of dancers until a girl bumped you harder than anyone else and looked you in the eyes. To your surprise, it was Jinsoul, with shaky legs and a half-filled cup.

“Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you,” she mumbled. Jinsould held onto one of your hands and with a yelp started moving wildly around you, taking you around the room. She reeked of alcohol, and so you did, but you knew for a fact she drank almost five times as much.

“You’re making me dizzy, stop it,” you complained, holding onto her shoulder to not fall into some stranger.

“Man, you gotta relax a little, you’re too stiff,” she laughed and started jumping around as if the music seeped into her veins, her hair bouncing into your face and arms at every movement. Blinded and deafened, you were at the mercy of Jinsoul.

“No, you’re too loose… Stop it, please.”

You didn’t know for how long you stayed in the house, there wasn’t a clock but it had gotten dark. It was starting to feel way too cramped in that place, a lot more guests arrived and you desperately needed fresh air.

When Jinsoul’s energy ended, she slumped on you. Your best friend’s body was like a bag of potatoes, she couldn’t stand straight anymore and was all over you. “Where have you been?” Jinsoul murmured into your shoulder.

“I was telling Chuu not to jump into the pool.”

“Huh? Oh, why did you have to keep,” she hiccups, “Chuu from jumping into the pool?”

“Because we're on the second floor.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Chuu must be really drunk.”

“Just as much as you are,” you sighed.

“What, me? No, I'm not drunk. You know me. I don't drink. I always have one glass of wine for New Year's and Christmas and stuff. And sometimes I have a beer when people tell me that we should all have a beer like soccer and barbecue, you know, beer-drinking activities. But aside from that, I do not drink. And that's why I am not drunk.”

“What about all the cups you had before? I saw you,” you said and her eyes shot quickly to you, she rolled her lips in a displeased frown and shrugged her shoulders, “Oh yeah that.”

Jinsoul leaned back onto the wall, her eyes nothing but black orbs in that dark room as she looked around up and down. “Oh yeah, I had a couple of drinks. These guys here keep pushing drinks on me,” she started and you couldn’t help but feel a weird feeling creeping up your neck.

“They were trying to get you drunk, huh? What a bunch of creeps.”

“What? No no no no no no. Those people are really nice. They keep handing me drinks. I think they really like me,” Jinsoul gushed in an incoherent ball of words. “We're friends now. I want to follow them on Twitter but I can't unlock my phone because my phone is on the password doesn't work.”

“Did you forget your password?” you asked. When Jinsoul gets drunk, she becomes a mess. She doesn’t stop talking and can’t even tell numbers apart. Being her best friend for so long, you have already seen this scenario multiple times.

“What? No. I never forget my password. My password is your name and your birthday and I wouldn't forget your birthday no matter how drunk you are or if I am or both. I would remember your birthday because I bought you that game that you keep gushing about that isn't out yet. I wasn't quite sure whether I should buy it for you because I was worried you might spend more time on it than hanging out with me but you seem like you really wanted it so I bought it for you. And well I didn't want to tell you that. There was some really important reason not to tell you but I can't really remember it right now…”

You raised an eyebrow. You didn’t know if you should have been surprised or confused, because you didn’t really believe what she was saying. Anyhow, it was clear how wasted Jinsoul was, and being her ride, you understood it was the time to get her out of here, now that she could still walk or try to.

“Well never mind I'm sure it will come back to me eventually…” she kept speaking as you pulled her arm. “Hey where are we going?” she whined, trying to pull the other way.

“To my car, Jinsoul.”

“Why? Why do you want to drive me home?”

“Yeah, that’s why.”

“Do you want to come to my apartment so you can like be alone with me?” Jinsoul smirked.

“Let’s say it’s like that,” you said. You didn’t want to talk any further as her head was completely empty now. Who knew where she was getting with that, her imagination was always wild.

“I knew it!” she screamed. Fortunately noobody seemed to notice her in the midst of the loud music so you were spared from the embarrassment you have to usually endure when you were out with her. “knew that, I totally knew that,” she said again then dramatically waved in the air, spinning around, “Bye everybody!”

“I'm going to go home with my best friend. He's my um... D-dissed... disem... demated... demated driver and isn't he so cute?”

“It’s designated driver,” you corrected her. “Let’s go now.”

“Hey! Not so hasty. I didn't even finish my drink.”

“Come on, do it quickly.”

“Okay fine. Just let me finish it okay? Mmm... yeah.” She chugged all her drink down, groaning in satisfaction, then some quick steps followed before she fell again. You quickly raised your arm to catch her and step back to stand upright. Jinsoul’s body was drooping all over you.

“Oh I feel dizzy,” she tried to say. “If you want some advice, don't mix rum with tequila. We put something in that rum that doesn't go with tequila like at all. Hmm... Why are you hugging me?”

“I’m not hugging you, I’m preventing you from breaking your damn head.”

“I mean I'm not complaining,” she muttered under her breath as if she didn’t hear anything of what you said. “I always love it when you hug me but…”

She tried to stand up and move away from you. You kept telling her she wasn’t okay but she didn’t want to hear you. Jinsoul stood up, putting her arms out to show you that she was just fine, then her legs wobbled and she fell onto you once again.

“Okay okay okay okay okay seriously obviously I can't. Maybe you should hug me again. Thank you.”

You were feeling weird from being this close to her. Maybe because you liked her. No maybe, that was why. You looked at her eyes, totally relaxed and sleepy. Jinsoul smiled, like the dork she was, and got closer to you, almost bumping your noses.

“Did I ever tell you that your eyes are like really pretty this close up?” she whispered. Her voice was warm and sultry—her charms were starting to have an effect on you. Those were the times when you must not listen to your head at all, telling you to kiss her. But that wouldn’t be right and you knew it.

Jinsoul closed her eyes for a brief moment so she could take a breath and raise her chin even closer to you. You shivered. “Are you falling asleep?” you said.

“Huh? What? No! Who is falling asleep? I closed my eyes because it was romantic. I was leaning in for a kiss but you missed your cue when you just left me hanging here with my eyes closed. So this is totally your fault,” she blurted out all at once.

“What did just you say?”

“Yeah, for a kiss. We are at a party. We are hugging and I'm looking into your eyes. Therefore, kiss.”

“You’re saying dumb stuff, shut up, let’s go home,” you said and tried to move but Jinsoul clinched your arm. You were really holding back here. Jinsoul was making this way too hard for you, you might kiss her for real if she kept that up.

“No, I don't want to go home,” she insisted. “We haven't kissed yet. Here, let's try it again,” Jinsoul said and closed her eyes, pecking her lips. You didn’t do anything. “Hey, you missed your cue again. Seriously, honey, I am drunk and I know how kissing works. You must need a refresher course or something.”

“As if you know how to kiss.”

“Huh? Yeah, I kiss. You never kiss me even though I want you to.”

“W-what did you just say? Did—how am I supposed to know?!”

“Okay. Well, maybe that's because I never tell you that I want you to because... Well, there was a reason. I'm pretty sure of that but... What was it again? I didn't want you to know that I always think about kissing you that... But why didn't I want you to know that? Anyway, can you kiss me now? Come on.”

“No.”

“Hey, why not?” You could feel her shuffling closer to you, even more than she already was, and the warmth of the blossoming feeling in your heart that was burning more than any alcohol you have drunk that night. Jinsoul traced her fingers, against your chest, ignoring the crowded room and you fell into the wall.

She didn’t push you, your legs just got weak.

“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing,” you stuttered. “You can’t give consent in this state.”

“No, I totally am able to give contempt.”

“No, Jinsoul, you’re drunk, you aren’t thinking straight.”

“I am totally able to say I want this. I am. You're just not kissing me because I'm drunk. You're drunkphobic,” Jinsoul started speaking. She was rambling in the most silly of ways but, in the midst of the crowd, you could only look at her eyes glistening with the rotating colorful lights. “You are totally discriminating against me. And that's against the constant, oh, it's against my rights.”

“It isn’t.”

“It is.”

“It isn’t.”

“All right. Okay. Will you at least kiss me when I'm sober again?”

“Only if you brush your teeth first. You smell of alcohol.”

“Well, of course, okay, yeah. Um, so that's a yes then. Yay. I love you. Hey, do you know something that will sober me up faster?”

“Stop drinking.”

“Oh, so we're like a doctor now, are we? Come on, can I at least have a hug? Yeah, so wet I grabbed your butt. I always wanted to. Whenever I see it, and I haven't yet because there really isn't a good reason to just do it. But the heck, I can't remember it right now, like why I wouldn't. So, I believe it was probably the same reason why I never tell you that I want to kiss you or that I'm in love with you.”

“You’re in love with… me?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I'm in love with you silly. Why did it take you this long to figure that out? I mean, what was I supposed to do?”

“Tell me?”

“Silly, I couldn't tell you. Because if I had told you then you would have known and that... Actually, now that I think about it, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Sorry, sober me is kind of stupid, apparently. Can I have another iced tea? Hey, what are you staring at? Keep your hands off, he's mine.”

“They aren’t staring at you, but at me. Chill.”

“What? She was staring at you? You're mine. People are always staring at you and talking to you and flirting with you and you always... Oh my god, it always... it always gets me super angry and I can't say anything because I have to keep it a secret for some reason, but like I can't really remember which one right now, so…”

“Come on,” Jinsoul puckered her lips again. “Give me a kiss so they can see that you're taken.”

“No,” you snatched back at her, ignoring how her words tugged at your heartstrings. It was insane how she made your heart pound even while she was this blubbering drunk mess.

“Dang. What was I talking about? Oh yeah. You wanted to drive me home, right? Your home or my home? Because I'm fine with either.”

“Your home,” you said a bit harsher.

“Okay, my home… I don't think I have anything to drink at home.”

“That’s good news.”

“You know, like just water and stuff, but I do have snacks. Ooh, can we cuddle when we get there? Or do you just want to like put me to bed?”

You think carefully. It was just cuddling, right? Nothing bad. It wasn’t like you would have taken advantage of your best friend, if anything you were there to take care of her and help her fall asleep faster. The offer sounded very appealing, but no. “I just want to bring you home so you can sleep.”

“Oh, you do. Oh, now we're coming on strong. Not too shabby for someone who didn't know how to kiss a minute ago. I like it,” Jinsoul exclaimed, pointing a finger at you as if she shot you with Cupid’s arrow and winked.

You sighed happily. “No, you have to sleep, Jinsoul.”

“What? No, I don't need to sleep. Hey, you can take it slow if you want like cuddle. Don't you like me?” Jinsoul moved her head down, seemingly pouting at you. The alcohol amplified her feelings by 1000% and suddenly she got emotional and teary-eyed. She spoke softly and looked at you even softer. You felt her pulling you a bit and noticed her hand on your sleeve.

“I went to this stupid party because I wanted you to have fun and I'm always super nice to you and I always look you in your eyes and play with your hair and bite my lip because just because that would make you fall in love with me and now you tell me that it didn't work?”

Her words bounced off of you at first and you didn’t notice what she was saying, assuming she was just rambling mindlessly. But then you stopped walking and thought about what she said for a moment. It was on purpose? So you weren’t just going crazy, it was her! So many days, you spent going insane over her—one day she’d be your usual dorky friend, and the next, she’d look insanely hot and irresistible. Yes, she did have a very funny personality but she was a lady and her hips didn’t lie.

With your heart almost beating out of your chest, you leaned down and looked at Jinsoul in the eyes. She was still grumpy and wrinkled her nose to look angry. But she was cute.

“No, I think it worked,” you managed to say. Then you let out a breathy chuckle, squishing her cheeks with both your hands and forcing her eyes not to look anywhere else. “Jinsoul, of course, it worked, you’re such a pretty and funny girl, there’s no way I wouldn’t have fallen for you.”

“Huh? Wait. So, do you like me?” Jinsoul let her teeth brush her bottom lip as her mouth slowly opened on its own and she stared at you with wide eyes, her hair falling down to her shoulders, enchantingly so.

“Yeah.” You told her, with the softness of someone that knew had to say it at least 100 more times. You nodded your head and Jinsoul smiled.

“Yay, I knew it,” she cheered. “Come here,” she blurted and grabbed your face, brushing her nose with yours. Your mind started to run wild—you didn’t have anywhere to go, your hands were on her face and so were hers on yours. But then she stopped. “Oh, oh wait, wait, um, sorry. I have to wait till I'm sober again, right?”

She let go of your face and you let out a sigh of relief. “So that means like we could kiss tomorrow morning, right?” Those small words were filled with hope and desperation.

“No, you’ll be hangover.”

“No, what? I'm not gonna hang over. I never have.”

“You always do.”

“Oh. Well, will you be there to protect me?” She sulked.

“Yeah, fine,” you laugh. Of course, you’d be there for her, like you always had.

“Yay. I don't mind if I get a hangover as long as you're there to snuggle me. And did you have snacks at home? It's gonna be awesome. You know what, we don't need this stupid party. Come on. Let's get going.”

You pulled Jinsoul from the kitchen to the hallway, trying your best not to let her fall into anyone. On her way out, she would wave at anyone she met before and scream about how happy she was. When you got to the door, you noticed the little step and didn’t stumble on it—you were sober enough—but Jinsoul didn’t and she tripped into you.

You caught her full weight and stumbled back. Jinsoul leaned in close, her breath slightly sweet with the lingering scent of alcohol, and her eyes glistening with mischief.

"Darling, look at you, you’re so eager to hold me already,” she said playfully. “Why didn't you tell me you were such a handsome devil?"

You sighed and pushed her back upright.

"Thanks, Jinsoul. Now let's get you home before you start flirting with everyone."

“What are you saying?! I’m only doing this with you!”

“Whatever you say.” You try to get Jinsoul back on track but she stumbles again, holding you by the neck, her face dangerously close to yours. She hiccups and shakes her head in pain. A moment of thought and you realize she wasn’t putting up a show but was really unable to walk. You have no other option but to drag her to the car yourself.

You walked arm in arm, Jinsoul's head occasionally resting on your shoulder as she giggled and flirted with you along the way. Jinsoul looked like she was dreaming, continuously spewing nonsense. It was a long walk to the car, doing your best not to look tired because Jinsoul would get offended if you gave her any hint of her being heavy.

Once you reached your car, you put Jinsoul down inside the back door and she climbed into the backseat. With a loud sigh, you finally get at the driving wheel and take your breath. With your hands on the wheel, you tap your fingers, trying to gain back all your sanity to not crash your car.

"You're the best, you know that?" Jinsoul whines while slumping down.

“I'm just doing what any good friend would do."

"No, really, you're my hero tonight. My knight in shining armor!" she screamed. “Also, you said you’d be my boyfriend… we confessed to each other!”

“Alright, alright,” you ignored her words and started driving.

Arriving at her apartment complex, you helped her out of the car and walked up to her unit together. Jinsoul clung to your arm, you could feel the warmth of her body and how soft it was. Your cheeks heated up and your heart was racing. She knew perfectly what she was doing and was nowhere near stopping.

"You know, you could stay the night with me. We could have so much fun!" Jinsoul said with a wide grin.

"Jinsoul, you need to rest. I'll stay until you fall asleep, but that's it."

Once inside, you managed to convince her to sit down on the couch while you fetched a glass of water from the kitchen. Jinsoul finally calmed down, she was too tired at this point, and she continued to watch you from afar. You handed her the glass of water, and she took a few sips. You stayed with her, chatting about random topics to keep her mind occupied.

After some time, Jinsoul's eyelids grew heavy, and her flirtatious energy began to wane. She yawned and snuggled up on the couch, looking more and more adorable. She slipped on your lap and her arms fell to the floor. You let out a chuckle but didn’t move, instead, you caressed her hair, looking at her beautiful face. You took some time to properly observe her beauty because, after all, you deserved it.

“Honey, I’m so tired…” Jinsoul whined.

“I know, I know, you have to sleep now.”

“You know I really need something—someone—to hug…” she said while eyeing you, “It’s not going to be anything bad I swear. I just need some comfortable hugging partner so I can fall asleep better, what do you say?”

“Uhhh…”

“Will you refuse?”

“I…”

-The next day-

You wake up on your own, your head is still pounding lightly and your body is extremely tired. You look at the ceiling: it’s of an unfamiliar color. You try to get up but something is holding you down. Your first instinct is to look down and you see a leg, then you move your eyes closer and see an arm. You turn around and see the culprit, Jinsoul.

There, beside you lies a sleeping Jinsoul, wearing a cute pajama, and a cute headband. She shuffles lightly and snuggles closers, stroking her face to your shoulder, letting out incomprehensible noises.

“Five more minutes, honey, you’re so warm,” she says with a sultry voice.

What the fuck?

THE END

Written, 20 July 2023 -23 July 2023

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runningfrom2am · 10 months

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Hiii if it’s okay, can I request a jj x pogue!reader? Where they are in a secret relationship.. but right before a kegger they get into a fight and ignore each other, then a girl starts flirting with jj and he fake flirts back to make the Pogues not suspicious about your relationship but reader gets insecure and thinks jj is honest with his flirting and she gets upset, walks away idk, you can think of the ending haha hope this makes sense 😊

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pairing: jj x pogue!reader

warnings/tags: strong language, alcohol consumption/abuse, established (secret) relationship, that's p much it??

wc: 1.9k

"Christ, JJ! Since when do you give a shit how much I drink? At an actual party?" You yell, dropping your hands from where they were rubbing the sides of your head in frustration.

"Since I had to drag you out of the driver's seat of your shitty car that's hardly drivable in the best of times! Fuck, like, I just don't want you to kill yourself or get arrested if I'm not babysitting you for five fucking seconds! I don't think I'm being crazy, here!" Your boyfriend shouts back, leaving you both staring at each other in his messy and quiet living room.

You scoff, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest. "Why's it matter to you so much anyways? Not like we have any points to prove, right? God forbid we show our friends we care about each other- that we love each other. That would just be too much, wouldn't it?"

JJ rolls his eyes, taking off his hat and turning it back the way he always does when he's about to do something risky, in the way that usually makes your heart skip a beat. This time it just makes your anger spike. "You're right. Fuck it. I'll mind my business, you black out and drive into a tree. Hit another car and kill the driver. See if I give a fuck."

"I'm not gonna drive to the boneyard, JJ. You're so fucking dense sometimes- seriously! John B is driving all of us, do you actually think I'm stupid enough to steal the Twinkie?" You retort, gesturing with one arm in the general direction of where John B's house is.

"Sometimes, yeah!" JJ laughs dryly, nodding at you.

"Oh, right. Gotcha." You nod sarcastically. "Is that why we can't tell them? Are you embarrassed because your girlfriend is stupid and gets drunk at parties? Please- I'd love to know."

"That's not why and you know it, Y/N." JJ rolls his eyes, pacing the living room now.

"Whatever you say. I'll see you tonight." You mumble, heading for the door and slamming it behind you.

You trudge your way out to your car and drive off, fighting back the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. He didn't mean that. He couldn't have.

By the time John B arrives with the rest of your friends to pick you up on the way to the boneyard, you've managed to down three drinks to get a good buzz going before you have to see JJ again. Putting on your brave face as you close your front door behind you, you smile as you approach the van, and the back door slides open, revealing Pope and Kie in the back.

"Y/N!" Kie grins, moving over to give you some room.

"Hey, guys!" You smile, closing the door behind you as John B is already peeling out. You steady the drink in your hand, making very brief eye contact with JJ over his shoulder in the passenger seat. His eyes landing on the drink in your hand don't go unnoticed as Kie and Pope continue the conversation you were assuming they were having before you jumped in.

It isn't long after you arrive that there are kids from all over the island at the kegger, sharing drinks and yelling listening to distant music with a big bonfire raging on the sand. You sway a little with your arm placed over Kie's shoulder, both trying to steady yourselves as you talk with some other pogues you don't see very often between everyone's busy work schedules.

"Hey, wait, you guys are close with Maybank, right?" The blonde girl standing in front of you asks, attempting to whisper but the alcohol in all of your systems is preventing it.

"Yeah." You nod, looking around for him, spotting him by the fire.

"Is he single still?" She asks, and you try to suppress a laugh. Luckily, Kie isn't able to stop hers for a completely different reason.

"That hot mess? Of course he is." Kie laughs, reaching out and tapping the girl's shoulder playfully. "You're funny."

You bite your tongue, actively fighting against the glare you want to give her. You disguise it by laughing awkwardly along with Kie.

"Oh my god, how? He's so hot, are you kidding?" She giggles, shaking her head at you guys.

"Well, you don't know him like we do." You say, shrugging a little and hoping she doesn't pick up on the bitterness in your tone. She doesn't even have a shot- you're confident of that much. You and JJ love each other, even if you fight sometimes. You'll make up within the week, just like last time.

"Well, it's worth a shot." She laughs and Kie nods, pointing JJ out to her in the crowd.

The girl asks you to wish her luck as she walks off, adjusting her shirt and pulling it down slightly as she walks over to him. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from grinding your teeth together. "Kie, wanna go watch this trainwreck?" You ask, leaning into her like you're joking and she nods.

"Oh, god, yes." She laughs, and the both of you cling onto each other as you walk your way over, keeping enough distance so the girl JJ is now talking to doesn't catch on that you're listening. They're not alone, there's loads of people around, including John B and Pope who were already at JJ's side, just watching as the girl leans into your boyfriend and he drapes his arm over her shoulder, leaning down to listen closely to what she has to say.

"What are you drinking?" She asks him, tilting her head to look into his cup and then back up at him.

"Just beer." He shrugs. "Why, you want to try it? Might be a little strong for you." He teases her, making you tense up.

"Oh, please." She giggles, grabbing the cup from him and downing it, tossing the cup on the ground.

"Fuck the beaches, I guess." You mutter to Kie, who also looks displeased at her actions. You need Kie to know you're upset- to take your side even if she doesn't really know what's going on.

"That's gross." Kie says, a sour look on her face now.

"Damn, you're a crazy one, aint'cha?" JJ says, squeezing her shoulders before dropping his arm down her back, grabbing her by the waist. With his friends keeping a close eye on him, he doesn't want them to suspect anything. He finds it hard enough as it is to keep his hands off you in front of them in the soberest of times, forget when either of you have been drinking. He's coping by convincing himself it's you under his arm, not this random girl he's only entertaining to prove a point to any prying eyes. Which, unfortunately, happens to be yours.

"I... I've gotta go. Uh.. yeah." You say, wiggling out from Kie's grasp and stumbling off down the beach, struggling to make distance with your shoes in the thick sand.

Maybe he did mean it when he said that he thinks you're stupid. Maybe he is embarrassed- and maybe this is his immature way of showing you that you're done. That you're not worth it anymore.

"You okay?" Kie calls after you.

"Just have to pee." You make a quick excuse, not looking back to make sure she doesn't see that you're so visibly upset. JJ saw, however.

You make it up to where John B parked the Twinkie, the back packed with sleeping bags and random blankets and pillows in case any of you couldn't bum a ride home with someone else.

You find yourself shaking as the world spins around you and you polish off your cup, collapsing back against the far side of the vehicle and sliding down, curling your knees up to your chest as your body is wracked with your sobs. You can't stop it now. You've lost the boy you knew was the love of your life- who you thought was the love of your life.

You let yourself cry, comfortable enough with your drunkenness and distance from the party that no one can hear you as you crush the plastic cup in your hands, shaking and trying to ground yourself.

You eventually drop the cup, resigning to burying your face in your hands.

"Baby?" Your head snaps up when you hear a familiar voice, and when you open your eyes JJ is kneeling in front of you, reaching for your wrists to pull your hands away from your face. "Y/N/N, hey, c'mere..." He says, his tone soft and comforting despite what you just saw.

"I saw you, J! I saw that! You can't-" You sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve. "You can't come here and act like we're not done."

"What? Baby, no, it's not like that- I just, I didn't want the boys to see me shove her off they'd ask questions. You know me." JJ chuckles a little at the end, trying to cheer you up but failing miserably. "I'm sorry. Hey, look at me. I'm sorry, I took it too far. We're not done, I love you, you know that." He says seriously, locking eyes with you and rubbing your wrists with his thumbs.

You shake your head, laughing slightly. "No- this is my fault, I'm being stupid." You insist. "It's fine, JJ. I get it."

"Shit." He sighs, dropping his head defeatedly. He knows you. He knows how you internalize things and he knew as soon as he said it earlier in the day that he would regret his impulsive answer when he said he thought that sometimes you were stupid. He meant irresponsible; he meant that you don't worry about your own safety as much as he wishes you would, but in the heat of the moment he couldn't articulate that. "You're not being stupid. I was being a dick."

"A little." You admit, laughing softly. You hate fighting, you're tired of it, and you want him to not take your stupid overreactions too seriously. "I am being stupid though."

"No, you're not. You couldn't be as stupid as me if you tried." JJ insists, dropping one of your hands to reach up and brush a tear from your cheek. "I just worry about you and I'm sorry I touched her. To be honest, I'm a little pissed she stole my drink. She's annoying as shit, too."

This makes you giggle, meeting his eyes again. "There's that smile..." He whispers, brushing his thumb over your cheek again.

You lean a little into his hand. It's impossible to stay mad at him, and you know he meant what he said about her. "You know what? Fuck it. Can we tell everyone?" JJ asks suddenly, catching you off guard.

"I- well..." You ponder it. "Do you want to?" You ask.

"This is stupid, isn't it? I want everyone to know we're together. Don't you?"

You nod, smiling softly at him. "It is kind of dumb." You agree.

"Let's skip that awkward conversation and just show everyone instead." JJ nods, satisfied with himself as he lets you go to stand up, holding his hand out to you. "Come on. Let's get you another drink so I can carry you home tonight." He teases, making you laugh as you take his hand and he pulls you up.

"Do you actually think I'm stupid?" You ask with a giggle, walking hand in hand back down to the beach.

"Sometimes, yeah." JJ jokes, making you shove his shoulder with your free hand. "Never any stupider than me, though. That's why we work."

"Stupider isn't a word, I don't think." You laugh, and JJ shrugs in response.

"That's my point proven."

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Lando Norris (McLaren) - Thrown Out

Requested: yes

Warnings: idk angst??

You stormed out of your family home and into the cold dark street, throwing your bags into the ground of where you lived. "I don't need you guys anyway! I'll be just fine without you!" You yelled. Your father scoffed. "You'll come crawling back! You're not so special!" and with that, he slammed the door. You walked away with your mascara trailing down your cheeks and two suitcases in hand. You shivered from the cold nipping at your skin but sucked it up and continued on walking. A good thirty minutes passed and you realised you didn't know where the hell you were going. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You muttered repeatedly. A sports car came driving up past you. You watched as it passed but soon found it stopping and reversing. You clutched your bag absolutely terrified as to what will happen. The car pulls up alongside you and the windows roll down. "Y/n?" Your mouth dropped open seeing who it was.

"Lando Norris? What are you doing here?" Lando opened up the door for you to get in. "Come on, I'll bring you home." He said. "No. Absolutely not. I just came from there." Lando looked at you pitifully. "Another fight huh?" You nodded your head and crossed your arms over your chest. "I'll erm, put your cases in the boot. You sit in the car and get comfy I guess." You grabbed a hold of your case and walked around to the back of the car but there was no boot to be seen. "Lando? Where's the fucking boot?" Lando chuckled at you and beckoned you over to the front of his car. "It's here." He lifted up what you thought was the bonnet but no, a boot. "See?" You chucked one of your bags into the boot while Lando put the other one in. You got into the car and put your seat belt on (safety 101). Lando began driving and would look over to you every once in a while. "So....where you chucked out or did you leave yourself?" Lando asked, desperately trying to make conversation. "Yeah, they kicked me out." You replied bluntly. "What for, if you don't mind me asking?"

"We just had a fight and things got out of hand. They think they know everything but they don't. I'm just not in the mood for their bullshit anymore." Lando nodded just taking in the information. "And what about you Lando Norris? What have you been up to since I saw you last?" Lando chuckled as he tried to find the simplest way to tell her absolutely everything. "Well, I got into F1 finally and I've got a podium in July." You smiled. He'd actually gone and done it. "Fair play to you, Lando. Must be pretty exciting." Lando let out a sigh. "Sometimes. It can be a mess sometimes. How about here? What's been happening here?"

"Sweet fuck all. Same old, same old." Lando nodded. "So absolutely nothing?"

"Basically. Actually, it's gotten even more boring since-" You cut yourself off which made Lando confused. "Since what?" he asked. "Well, since you left. Nothing has been the same since Lando."

"Same here actually. I may be running around the world with drivers and doing my dream job but it gets boring sometimes and that's kinda when I miss my bet friend since primary school." Your face light up with a smile. How sweet. "How long are you here?" You asked. "Until the end of January, then I have to go and get ready for testing." He replied simply. "Where are you going to stay?" You let out a long breath just thinking. "Maybe Beth's? She usually let's me stay over when I've nowhere to go." Lando chuckled. "Isn't she pregnant now though?" Shit, she was. "Heavily pregnant. Oh fuck it, a hotel will do." It almost hurt Lando how calm you were about staying in a hotel instead of home. "Is this the first time you've been kicked out?" You laugh lightly at his question. "No. It happens way too often and I find myself going to other people's houses until I am either invited back or until I can get somewhere stable." Lando thought for a while and let's just say, the next thing that left his lips caught you off guard.

"Fuck it. I'll be your mum and I'll be your dad too!" A smile crept onto your face as your heart warmed at his words. "I'll be your dom- wait no!" You cackled at what he said. "That didn't come out right did it?" You shook your head through the fit of laughter. "What you mean is you'll let me live with you until I get a place of my own?" Lando's face had flushed red from the previous statement. "Or as long as you like." He added. You couldn't quite put your finger on how you were feeling, some warm fuzzy feeling. "I don't wanna be a bother to you Lando. I'll be fine by myself really." but he wasn't having any of it. You pulled up to his house and to say it was lovely was an understatement. It was astonishing. "Just get into the house and go to sleep. You must have had a rough night by the sound of things." Lando said opening the boot to get your stuff. "Here's the keys. Off you go."

You made your way slowly to the door before unlocking it and walking in. It felt....homey. "Nice house." You said to him. Lando chuckled and placed your bags in the hall. "It's alright I guess. Pretty small." You furrowed your eyebrows and shot him a look. "Are you okay in the head? This is massive!" Lando smiled at your enthusiasm towards his house. "All your helmets, trophies, there's so many bloody trophies!" Lando followed you around telling you the story behind all of them. "They're alright I guess." You chuckled at his humble outlook for everything. "They're more than alright, Lando. They're fantastic. You're fantastic." Lando's heart skipped a beat when he heard you say that. "Thanks." Lando says almost breathlessly. "I- you're amazing too." You smiled a warm smile as you both just stared at each other. You didn't know what came over you but it almost felt like you were in love or something. "Well then, I should be off to bed so I'll be on my way." You walkers passed him and up the stairs. You reached the top and realised something. "Lando?"

"Yes?" He called back. "Which room is mine?" Lando chuckled to himself and followed up after you. "It's this one here. Hope its alright." He said opening the door. You look into the room and honestly, it was perfect. You couldn't lie. "Woah. This is great." You said in awe of the room. "Well then, get cosy." He said closing thee door, only for him to open it a second later. "If you hear music coming from downstairs, don't mind it. It'll be me working out that's all." You nodded your head understandingly. "Thanks again Lando. You're a lifesaver, seriously." Lando gave a soft smile at you. In his head, you were still the girl he had a crush on a few years ago, he still loved you. "Well, goodnight Y/n." He said. "Ggoodnight Lando." You reepplied as he closed the door.

Once the door was closed Lando made away to his room. He plopped himself on his bed and starred up tto the ceiling practically dumbfounded by this love he was hiding. How was he supposed tto tell you? Just saunter up and say "Hey, I love you and you're in my house so let's be together."? No! That was creppy as hell. Lando didn't know what to do or to say but he knew one thing for sure, he liked you. Like wasn't even the right word anymore at this point because he let it grow and grow the longer he hid these emotions. He loved her and that was that but how was he supposed to tell her?

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chanc0cksleeve · 6 months

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BEST FRIENDS

Jake x Y/N

•college friends, turn into more, smut, language, warning, sexual activity•

•You and Jake have been friends for a while, but recently things have started to change a little bit he seem to care a little bit more about who you hang out with in the time you take for him and it finally made sense ….•

*Ding* your phone goes off towards the end of class. You secretly take it out and read who it was from. “Jake” upon reading who it was from you fell small little butterflies in your stomach as you read the name, you press the notification and open it “hey wanna meet up for lunch, I’ll pay😉” you and Jake have been eating lunch recently for the past couple of months, I respond back “yeah where” he text back “just meet me outside your classroom I’ll be there:)” he responds. for the past couple of weeks He’s been waiting for me after class. I don’t know how he gets out so early but I’m not complaining. I enjoy his company class ends and you look for him and as he said he is waiting for you outside of your class. “Hey y/n” he said you waved back hi as you walked towards “where we going today” you look up at him. “ I was thinking McDonald’s what do you think?” he says, with a smile “ yeah I don’t mind I really wanted some chicken nuggets, or maybe a chicken sandwich or a burger or since you’re paying I’ll all of them you look up at him expecting a reaction” he looks at you “ sure whatever you want. I did offer to pay he says with a smile unaffected by your teasing.” “ never mind I was just joking.” You saying looking the other way as you didn’t get the flustered reaction you were hoping for. Lately, I’ve noticed that he hasn’t really argued with me and seems to let me do whatever I want.

You get in the car and you guys drive there and order your food and sit down with your orders. Jake orders a double cheeseburger and some fried and a large dr. Pepper lucky him he is pretty active so he eats a lot and a nearly affects him at all. You guys continue to eat “ hey what do you want to do after this? Jake says looking up at you.” You give Jake’s question a thought. Recently you guys have been going to his place to watch TV or play games or study since you really don’t want to be home with your parents. “Um do you want to watch TV at your place?” He looks at you “Yeah sure I don’t mind as long as you don’t spill soda on my floor like the last time~” he say teasing me about my past mistakes to get an uprise in me “ it’s not like you have carpet and I just mopped it up after but I won’t drop anything anymore” I explain“ sure whatever you say “he says sarcastically out a little chuckle at the end. You guys get up and he drives you guys back to his place. You walk in and takeoff your shoes and go towards his room. “Uhhhh I’m exhausted you say, flopping on his bed that was nicely made” He walks behind you. “Hey if you’re going to flop down on somebody’s bed, at least make sure you’re in clean clothes.!” He said annoyed but not mad he just seems like he was just complaining. Since you’ve been going over to his house, you decided to bring some clothes over a while back so you can change after school “ fine I’ll go take a shower. Be right back.” Jake had his own apartment by your guises college so it wasn’t too far and you would go after school to study or hang out and sometimes you would stay over instead of driving all the way home. Surprisingly he’s never try to make a move on you. You take a shower and then come out to see him in just a towel sitting on his bed “ finally you’re done” he says looking at you as you walk out the bathroom you look way out of embarrassment as you saw his whole upper body exposed “ what have I told you about doing that you could at least wait until you’re in the shower to takeoff your clothes!” he gets up and starts walking towards the bathroom “it’s not my fault you took so long” “ whatever hurry up so we can watch the movie. I’m tired also I’m sleeping over tonight.” “ whatever you wanna do” he says closing the door. He finishes his shower and you guys choose a movie and begin to watch it. Two hours later, the movie ends. “ what did you think of the ending?” He asked “it was all right, wasn’t expecting the ending though, but overall the cool, anyways, let’s go to bed same thing tomorrow?” He looked like he was thinking. “Nahhh let’s do something different tomorrow. Let’s go to your house.” You look at him annoyed “ but why my house why do you like to be there so much” “ I don’t know I like The chaos in the house and plus your room has a lot more character than mine” you say “fine whatever” Jake looks up at you “ hey y/n and one more thing I want to spend the night too” you look at him with open eyes “you really think that’s gonna happen. I’ll ask but I’m not sure.” my parents are strict with boys. But surprisingly they seem to like Jake and trust him. He’s been to my house a few times to meet them in for dinner and a couple of birthday parties. You text your mom to ask “ a couple seconds later “sure idc” you look up at Jake shocked “ she said yes” you say as you sigh “ well that’s that he says with a smile let’s go to sleep it’s late” since he’s never try to make a move, you thought it would be a good idea to sleep in his bed and you guys both fall asleep.

The next day you guys go to school go to your classes, have lunch and before you know it it’s the end of the day “ you ready” he said as you guys both get in the car yeah let’s go you said as you guys go 20 minutes later, you guys arrive at your house you guys get out and go to the door Your mom is the only one home you guys walk in and greet them they say hi back “ so what are you guys playing to do” your mom asked you and Jake both look at each other with a confused look “ I don’t know we both have test tomorrow actually” Jake roll his head back “UHHH I forgot about that” lets out a big sigh. you look at your mom with a smile “ well I guess we got that figured out. Your dad still hasn’t come home from work yet so you guys head back to your room. “Damit I really thought I was just gonna be able to chill for the rest of the day” “ sometimes life doesn’t work that way” you say 30 minutes your dad walks in and opens the door “ nice to see you guys studying for a change instead of playing games. Good for you” “hey mr y/ln” “ hey what’s up kid?” he says, and nods. All right, I’ll leave you guys to it.” Close the door. Three hours later you guys finish homework. “ swamped and tired. Let’s go to bed.” You say leaning your head back. “Yeah same here” he agrees with you. “All right let’s take showers” first you say. Since he’s been to your house a few times you’ve also decided to keep a little bit of his stuff at your house as well. In your third drawer picks out a couple of clothes. “ all right I’m gonna go first” he says, picking up his towel 15 minutes later, he comes out and comes into your room. He’s wrapped in a towel. “OMG JAKE have I told you about that and plus were in my house you can’t just walk around in your towel. “ but I wasn’t walking around. I came straight to your room~” what is my dad? What do you think he would’ve thought” you see with the word face “idk” he shrugs �� plus I left my clothes on the chair he says, with a smirk as if he did it on purpose.“ whatever it’s my turn I’ll be right back don’t touch anything” “ yeah yeah I’ll just watch TV while you’re gone” a few minutes later you get out the shower you’re wearing a big shirt and some sweats he’s already laying in your bed so you decide to join him. Good night. After a few minutes of silence, you feel Jake put his arm around you it doesn’t bother you as much because he does it a couple of times unconsciously while sleeping. Except something was different this time. You feel his arm move further around you to where you are pressed against his body, you suddenly make a sharp breath from the sudden movements Suddenly you feel his hand moving up “Jak-” you try to say “shh” he says “ what are you doing?” You say “ I’m sorry y/n , I know we are just friends but recently, I can’t stop thinking about you in a different way” “what are you sayin-” suddenly, you are cut off by the swift movements of his hand, grabbing your breast, causing you to lay out a small moan “ try not to make a lot of noise. We are at your family‘s house.” continues to massage your breast, and you feel him getting hard he starts to grin himself on you, you hear his breathing get heavier in your ear “y/n~” he let out a small moan in your ear uses his other hand and reaches down inside your pants. He touches your folds softly, which causes you to let out a moan. He removes his hands from your breast to cover up your mouth from making any louder sounds as he inserts his fingers inside your pussy a muffle you let out a muffled moan behind his hand “ Does it feel good? He whispers in your ear as he continues to grind behind he removes his fingers help you remove your pants. You can fill him slipping down his pants, too his dick is now touching the back of your thighs with his free hand, he lives up your leg with this other hand. He covers up your mouth just then you fill him enter you. he moans silently in your ear a whimper, almost the sound of his voice and shivers down your spine “ who knew A little bit of movement can make you this wet”

To be continued….

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sommerregenjuniluft · 2 months

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can you believe on twitter people are starting to make regulus be fem

*GASP* THEY DID WHAT??

dunno if fem stands for identifying as female or presenting more feminine but yeah i sure can and Actually what a coincidence, would you look at that nonny, i dug this out of the depths of my docs just for you~

enjoy 1.7k of fem regulus (that i wrote for the jegulus microfics a few months back that took a life of its own and i never finished lol)

It had started with a debt.

No, that’s not true– actually, it had started with Professor Slughorn.

He’d sat down on his desk—yes, on, not at, long colorful knitted robes fluttering as he maneuvered himself into a pretzel. He’s a very strange man, that one, Pandora wagers he’s possessed by multiple old spirits, Shakespear and Van Gogh being only two of them—and had tapped a finger against his temple conspiratorially, “I’ve cooked another something up for you guys in here.”

Whenever Slughorn cooks something up in that cauldron of a head of his it’s either brilliant bordering on manic genius or it’s entirely stupid.

The given assignment is to write a song and produce a music video for it. Their final this semester.

Which sounds easy enough, but Slughorn had stressed multiple times that he wanted to be wowed as he’d slurped on his open coconut.

Which means they’re gonna have to put in a shit ton of effort.

“Form groups of five and figure it out,” he’d clapped his hands twice and then slid off the desk and went to leave as students started moving around the room and erupting into hushed discussions.

They’d pretty quickly figured out that Barty and Regulus would come up with the lyrics, they’d done it often enough, sometimes by accident when the brownies Pandora occasionally baked were a whoopsie too strong. Evan had leaned back with a grin and told them not to worry about the soundtrack and Lily and Pandora had already fallen into a tangent about cameras and equipment and location, possible props and friends they could rope into staring.

That’s when Regulus had taken her snake bite piercing between her teeth to smother a mean grin at the idea that popped into her head.

She plops down on her brother’s usual table in the yards, chunky platform heels propped on the bench and long legs on display under her mini skirt. Drives a hand through her wild mane and smiles sweetly, “Hi Jamie.”

As expected, his jaw drops slightly as James’ gaze breaks eye contact and takes on sliding down Regulus’ form where she’s propped herself deliberately right next to his meal.

Another voice at the table pipes up before the object of Regulus’ attention gets the chance to, “What do you want, Reggie?”

Regulus tilts her head, curls falling over her shoulders, eyes not letting off her target, “That’s none of your concern, Sirius.”

James licks his lips, “Hi Reg, how can I be of assistance to you today?”

Regulus leans forward with a smile, noticing the way James’ eyes flit down her low cut shirt for a second, “Remember that one time you’ve dared me to let the whole hockey team drink body shots off me?” Voice honey thick, the Just so you could get a taste goes without saying.

Behind her Sirius chokes on his lunch.

But James’ grin widens and he raises an eyebrow intrigued.

Regulus cards her pale fingers through James’ messy, black hair, makes it just a bit more messy as he looks up at her through his rounded glasses with those baby cow brown eyes of his and the corners of Regulus’ lips tug, “I’ve come to collect my debt.”

Evan produces a banger beat over the course of a single all-nighter that Regulus and Barty write their songtext to, tipsy as fuck on vodka lemon sodas out on Regulus’ small as fuck student housing balcony in the dead of night, moonlight just bright enough to see the pen of what they scrawl down onto the paper of their sketchbooks.

Regulus had left Lily in charge of the planning of availability on the location and the hockey team and Pandora to come up with a range of outfits to choose from for Regulus and the boys.

Evan finishes the song in record time for Regulus to record the vocals to and when it’s mixed and ready Evan’s grin is so bright Barty drives the girls out of the studio to do whatever debauched things to his boyfriend on the couch in there which one, Regulus doesn’t want to worry her pretty little head about too much since it’s her fucking voice– and two, means the song fucking slaps.

Barty also comes up with a slutty and good enough choreo that’ll give the video the dynamic it needs and together the four of them sweat away a few afternoons blending into evenings in front of the mirrors while Lily does whatever magic she does organizing.

Regulus hates that she’s not into girls in times like this.

It takes some time, obviously, you don’t just finish a song overnight and it takes a few weeks until almost everything is ready for the video shoot.

Regulus is sitting curled up on her desk chair while Pandora absolutely just takes her fucking closet apart, Ipad in one of her tiny hands, the Greedy Pinterest board open.

There’s already a pair of trainers and another pair of pointy, glittery heels thrown haphazardly on the end of her bed over the formerly neat sheets as well as a pair of black overknees and a cute lace-y, sage green bra that Regulus didn’t even know she had.

“Here,” Pandora blindly throws something over her shoulder at Regulus. They’re some older, white basketball shorts with black highlights. “Put these with the heels and the green top.”

Regulus does as told, albeit an eye roll that’s nearly painful as Pandora throws some white Nike socks after her. “Those too, babe.”

Another few beats pass where Regulus is bored and Pandora is rummaging and then she says, “Oh. my. gods,” and turns with a shiny faux leather bra hung loosely on her index fingers and a bright smile on her face, “You absolute slut.”

Regulus takes the compliment and gives her a sweet grin and a wink.

Pandora’s eyes take on a milky quality and then she asks, “Can you still do a split?”

Regulus takes a step into the middle of her room and falls into a nearly perfect split without any warm-up.

Pandora rolls her eyes at the showing off, badly containing another smile, “Again, I love you,” and then, a more contemplating expression, “How much do you think you think you can milk James of that debt of yours?”

Regulus scoffs, pointedly looks down at herself where she’s still sitting wide legged and at ease on her bedroom floor.

Pandora’s grin sharpens, “Text him you’re gonna need an old jersey and matching uniform shorts of his.”

And Regulus does just that. And if she sends the demand on Snapchat with a picture of her still in a split that’s none of anyone’s business but hers and Jamie’s.

James, as captain of the hockey team, is courteous enough to let them in with his own keys early in the morning of the shooting day.

They check out the rooms and halls for good spots and start bringing in bags and setting up equipment.

And James is just…helping.

Sticking around the whole fucking day actually.

Xeno and Mary have joined at some point with coffees, donuts and breakfast bagels, bless their fucking souls.

And when everything is as set in place as it can be it’s time for Regulus to change into the first outfit and start filming and James is still just…there.

Hovering with the crew, jostling elbows with Barty and Evan and peaking over Lily’s and Pandora’s shoulders and throwing Regulus glances and toothy smiles from across the room, showing no intention whatsoever to leave and come back later with his fucking team.

——— NSFW

James encourages the jerky movement of Regulus’ hips against his thigh, grip unrelenting on her waist as he leans impossibly closer, dragging his thumb along Regulus’ plump bottom lip, “You’d come like this, wouldn’t you, princess?”

Instead of answering Regulus sucks the thumb into her mouth, laving her tongue around it sloppily and making James breath stutter on the exhale.

“Fuck, good little slut– so desperate for it,” James says as he watches the movement of Regulus’ lips transfixed, continuing to get her off against his leg, “Want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”

And Regulus’ mouth drops around the sudden moan as her pace stutters, her eyes pricking with tears of the overwhelming toomuchnotenough and the degradation and sweet pet names and James’ lewd fucking mouth.

He pulls his thumb away and grabs at her ass with both hands, pulling their fronts flush together, two hard lines pressing at each other, “C’mon, princess, words.”

Regulus’ hands ball into fists at the front of James’ soft cotton shirt as she nods hopelessly, brows knit and voice husky, “Want you to fuck me.”

In the next blink James has her turned in his arms, palming at her stiff cock and pulling her ass back into him, his other arm coming around her front. Trailing faintly up her stomach, eliciting goosebumps, then grabbing at her breast and pressing a wet kiss on the side of her neck as a thumb brushes over a hard nipple behind the lace and Regulus groans.

“Be a good girl and stay down for me, yeah?” James rumbles into Regulus’ ear, nuzzling at the curls around her ear and the next moment there are calloused fingertips pressing into the nape of Regulus’ neck and she’s being pushed down against the counter.

James spanks her once across her right ass cheek for good measure it seems, another stay, and Regulus is helpless against the whine that crawls out of her, long hair falling into her eyes when her temple thumps against the marred, red countertop as James sinks to his knees behind her.

The hockey player palms at the swell of her thigh, right under the seam of her ass and kneads, warm humid breath puffing against Regulus’ entrance and she shivers against the exposure of the chilly air, whines something that sounds too close to Jamie and the man does nothing but keep looking and fucking chuckle. Bastard.

And then, “Oh, baby,” a groan and a bite to Regulus’ ass that has her whimpering pathetically, “Prettiest pussy, gonna get you all nice and wet for me.”

Regulus moans, and James hums as he dives in face first, grip strong around her thighs and tongue wet, slowly coaxing the tight ring of muscle open.

#not typically a fan of marauders twt from what i’ve heard but ay just let ppl do with their blorbos as they want #jegulus #jegulus fic #trans regulus #mtf regulus #lune writes

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thoseboysinblue · 9 months

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My Type

Part 3

Christian Pulisic x reader

You have a chance encounter with Christian, who happens to be just your type.

Word count: 6950+

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mentions of sex

Previous part: Part 2

A/N: Sorry, got a bit carried away...hope you enjoy 😊

You all make your way to the dock behind Christian's house, Alec and Nick taking the jet skis with a couple of the girls while the rest of you get onto the boat. You take a seat towards the back, behind where Christian is driving. He connects his phone to the speakers onboard as you set off and you smirk when you realize you do actually have very similar taste in music.

Everyone else is at the front of the boat, Christian turns and motions for you to come over and stand by him. You stand up and walk over to where he is standing, holding on to the handle next to you to steady yourself. Christian asks you a few questions in an attempt to get to know you better and you do the same. You lose your balance momentarily and he grabs you around the waist to steady you, silently cheering when you don't immediately pull away from him.

You pull up to a sand bar and he stops the boat, dropping the anchor and helping the others to tie off the jet skis to keep them from floating away. You hop off of the boat and swim for a few minutes before grabbing one of the paddle boards and setting off on your own. You distance yourself from the boat a little before laying down flat on the board to float and get some sun. Just as you are enjoying the peace and quiet, Nick paddles over to you on his own board and sits down, he places a hand on your board to keep you from drifting away from him.

"Y/N is it?" he asks as you give him a nod. "And you're, Nick right?" you ask him.

"Yeah, I am," he grins at you. "What are you doing over here by yourself?" he asks another question laying out on his own board. "Just enjoying the quiet" you smirk at him.

"Oh, well, sorry," he says shyly. "It's ok," you smile, "I'm assuming you're here as a wingman for your buddy."

"No, not really, I'm sure he's glaring at me from over there if I had to guess," he leans up and does indeed see Christian watching him, "yep, I was right" he laughs as you sit up and see for yourself.

"So what's the deal with him?" you ask him.

"Like is he single or?" he trails off.

"Well, I guess that would be good information, but, I'm assuming you're close to him, so, tell me about him, is he a nice guy? Be honest, please."

"He's a bit shy, and hard to read sometimes until you get to know him, but yeah, he's a good guy, he's busy, and not here much, but I've known him since we were kids, you should give him a chance, get to know him at least" he says turning to face you, "and he's painfully single" he chuckles.

"That's good to know" you smirk at him.

"You gonna tell me how he's your type" he grins at you.

"Nope" you smile back at him, letting out a little squeal when he acts like he's going to flip your board over. "Ok, ok, fine, it's not necessarily him, obviously he fits the type, but so do you, and your brother for that matter," you laugh as you see his shocked expression.

"Well, he called dibs, so you're stuck with him I guess," he grins back at you, "whatever will I do?" you say sarcastically. "I like you, y/n, you're exactly what he needs, someone that doesn't seem to give a shit who he is, so you've got my approval, just get to know him, you won't regret it" he says giving you a fist bump before paddling away.

"Ella," Christian says plopping down next to her, " "What am I going to have to do to get her to like me?" he says, watching as you stand up and paddle back towards the boat.

She laughs at his question, "She's bit of a tough one, Christian, but if you can get through those walls she's built up, she's really the sweetest and most caring person. She's my best friend, she bends over backwards to show people she cares, but she's not an easy one to get through to," she smiles at him. "Listen, just be honest with her, about whatever it is, she will come around, it just might take some time and effort, but she is worth it."

He nods and stands up, "thank you, I'll do my best." He dives off of the back of the boat and swims over to where you are now sitting on the paddle board. "Do you mind?" he asks as he gets close enough to drape his arms over the end of the board, smiling when you shake your head no at him.

You lay on your stomach facing him, your face only a few inches from his your arms brushing against his. You'd be lying if you said you couldn't feel the electricity flowing between the two of you, your eyes dancing over his features, while he did the same. You can't deny how attractive he is, water dripping from his hair, freckles dotted across his cheeks, and his eyes, his gorgeous eyes, it was all a bit intoxicating.

"Tell me about yourself," he says finally ending your silent stare off.

"What would you like to know?" you counter him.

"Well, what do you do for work?" he asks with a flicker of a smile.

"I'm a social media influencer," you say, your expression unchanged.

He cocks an eyebrow at you, causing you to let out a laugh, "my degree is in business administration and marketing, I work with a consulting company that helps start up companies with their initial business plans and launch of the company, which does in fact, mean a lot of work in social media campaigns," you smile back at him.

"But I thought guys like you always go for the influencer type, why did that seem to disappoint you?"

"Well, they tend to go after us, more often than not, and yes, they always seem to be in our social circles, but I don't know, it's hard to decide if they really like me, or the exposure I can give them."

"I see," you smile sympathetically towards him, "I can imagine that it's not easy for someone like you to be able to know someone's true intentions."

He shakes his head at you, one of his hands moving to trace lightly over your arm, the goosebumps that erupt on your skin noticed by both of you.

"What about you? Obviously, I know what you do for work, but what else do you like to do?"

"When I'm home, I do this, hang out with friends and my family, catch up with people I don't get to see very often, back in London, read, PlayStation, play guitar, play chess," he smiles at you.

"What's your job like, really? I can imagine it's not as easy as it seems like it would be?"

"No, it's not, lots of training, self discipline, and pressure to perform at a high level consistently, it's hard not getting in your own head sometimes," he shakes his head.

"It's nice to be in one place for several weeks at a time, we travel so much that I feel like I'm barely at home in London."

"I get that," you smile, "I travel a lot for work as well, I'm usually only home on the weekends."

You continue chatting for a bit, realizing you do share some similarities and actually have a lot more in common than you would've thought.

"Do you wake board?" you ask him and he nods.

"Can you teach me?" you look at him nervously, "I've always wanted to try it."

"I've never taught anyone other than myself, but I can try," he smiles at you, "let's go back to the boat, you can watch me first and then you can try it."

You both swim back to the boat, working together to bring the paddle board along. Christian tells Alec he wants to wakeboard. A few of the girls and Nick stay with the jetskis while everyone else gets back on the boat. You watch from the back of the boat as he makes it look ridiculously easy, taking a few videos of him that he asked you to take from his phone in the process.

When he's finished, Alec pulls back around to him and he looks at you, "you ready to give it a try," he says as you nod, clearly nervous. You pull on a life jacket and jump off of the boat. Nick says he will follow along behind you guys to pick Christian up if needed. Christian explains a few things to you, telling you that once you are up, it's just a matter of balance, and that getting out of the water is the hard part.

He stays behind you, helping you get the handle for the rope in your hand, and getting you into position while he continues to encourage you, "I'll let go as soon as the rope is tight," he says as you nod, slightly distracted by how close he is to you.

Your first several attempts are pretty miserable failures, only making it a few feet and feeling like you are drowning, but he keeps coaching you, trying his best to give you any tips he can think of. Finally you get up, going about 30 seconds before you lose your balance and fall.

Nick pulls up beside where you fell, Christian hopping off the jet ski into the water beside you, "that was good, really good" he says excitedly, "wanna try again?"

"Yes, one more time at least," you smile at him.

You are able to get up again, making it even further this time as you feel like you are really getting the hang of it before you fall.

You can hear Christian and Nick cheering for you as they get closer. Christian doesn't even wait for Nick to stop the jet ski before he barrels off of the back and swims towards you. "That was amazing" he says as he reaches you, "I've never seen someone catch on that fast," excitement clearly bubbling out of him as he brings his hands up to cup either side of your face.

The two of you seem to momentarily forget your surroundings, both grinning at each other, your legs tangling together under the water. The sound of the boat approaching breaks you from your trance, "Hey guys, I think I want to wakeboard, can you take the jet ski back?" Nick asks you, a playful glint in his eyes.

Christian climbs onto the jet ski, holding his hand out to help you on as well. You slide onto the seat behind him, leaving a respectful amount of space between you and holding on loosely to the sides of his life jacket. "Don't hurt me, Pulisic," you laugh as he turns to look you in the eyes. "I will never hurt you, I promise," he says, his expression serious. You aren't quite sure if he's talking about the jet ski or something else, but it feels like that promise has a lot more weight to it than just riding jet skis.

He starts the jet ski and inches his way closer to you as he accelerates. When he hits a few waves, you slam into the back of him, your grip tightening around him slightly, which causes him to smirk. He spins the jet ski around and in the process the two of you go flying off of it, tumbling into the water.

You come up coughing and sputtering as he's swimming furiously in your direction, "shit y/n, are you ok?" he says as he reaches you, his hands cupping your face and searching your features. "I'm fine, Christian," you giggle, "I swear, I'm ok."

You reach out to hold on to the sides of his life jacket, your legs once again tangling with his as he brushes a few stray hairs from your face, never breaking eye contact with you. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as he glances down to your lips before looking back into your eyes, his tongue wets his lips slightly as he leans in towards you. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers, a flicker of a smile dances across his lips as you nod and he brushes his lips against yours.

The kiss is soft and a bit restrained as he moves one hand into the back of your hair. You both smile briefly before you wrap your hands around the back of his neck and press your lips to his again. He swipes his tongue along your lower lip, silently asking for entrance, moaning softly into your mouth when you allow it and swirl your tongue around his.

You both pull away breathless, giggling like two kids who have just kissed behind your parents' house. He leans in and kisses you gently one more time before you both swim back to the jet ski, he flips it over with ease and helps you climb back on, you slide a little closer to him this time, resting your head against his back and squeezing your arms around his waist.

You ride for a while, without any further incidents of him throwing you off. "Looks like they've all gone back to the house," he says as you pull closer to where you were before. You make your way back to the dock and he ties the jet ski up, both of you taking off your life jackets and throwing them up on the dock.

He turns himself around on the jet ski so that he's now facing you and slides his hands around your waist, your breath hitches in your throat when he pulls you closer, "I know when we go back to the house, I won't get to do this so..." he trails off as he presses his lips to yours.

You hum as he kisses you, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. With the way that you are sitting on the jet ski, it's easy for him to pull you into his lap so that you are straddling him. Both of you let out quiet moans as you instinctively roll your hips over his while he trails his hands up and down your back savoring the moment of feeling your body pressed against his.

Your fingers grip onto his biceps as your head falls back when he places a few kisses along your jaw and neck before his lips find yours again. He kisses you delicately, but there is an underlying neediness there. It takes all of your willpower to pull away from him, both of you panting and clearly hungry for more as you stand up from his lap.

"I should probably go back to the house," you say quietly, leaning down press a final kiss to his lips as he nods. He helps you onto the dock, "I'll be up there in a few minutes," he smiles sheepishly at you, a slight pink tinge to his cheeks, clearly needing some time to settle himself down before meeting back up with the others.

You find the others in the pool and join them noticing when Christian follows you a few minutes later. He finds subtle ways to stay near you, grazing his hands over your exposed skin every now and then, enjoying watching you interact with your friends and let your guard down a little more as you finish off another drink.

You move to the side of the pool, pulling yourself out of the water and sitting on the edge next to Ella. A few minutes later, Christian swims over and offers you and Ella another drink, pushing your knees apart and settling himself between them, his back leaning against the side of the pool.

"What are you guys doing tonight?" he asks, glancing up towards your best friend as he rests his arms over your legs.

"We have dinner reservations, you guys should come," she smirks at him.

"We wouldn't want to impose, we've already crashed your whole weekend as it is," he smiles back at her.

"You're not imposing, I invited you, and it's my party after all, and you saved the day today so really it's the least we can do," she shrugs her shoulders, "I'm sure y/n would love to have you there," she grins when she sees you roll your eyes.

He eventually agrees that they will meet up with you at your rental before you all head to the restaurant. He turns to face Ella when you stand up and go in the house. "She's hard work," he sighs.

"She is, but she's worth it, she's just got a lot of walls built up, but she's fiercely loyal once you get through them," she smiles back at him, "hang in there, Christian, she'll come around," she says patting him on the arm.

He comes into the house to find you, grabbing your hand and leading you into another room where you can have some privacy.

"Hi," he whispers as he pulls you close to him. "Hi," you whisper back, resting your head against his chest, listening to the way his heart is hammering away.

"Y/n," he says cautiously, using his fingers to tilt your face up so that he can look you in the eyes, "if you don't want me to come to dinner tonight, just tell me," he says quietly, his eyes searching your face for an answer.

"It's not that I don't want you there, it's just I don't really understand why you want to be there," you stare back at him.

"Simple, I'm enjoying being around you and I want to get to know you better," he smiles at you.

"You want to get to know me, or you think if you keep up these charming, flirty tactics I'll give in and sleep with you?" you answer him, arching an eyebrow at him.

"You think you've got me all figured out don't you?" he smirks at you.

"Yep," you answer him, without a hint of an expression on your face.

"Well you're wrong," he scoffs at you, backing away slightly. You would be lying if you said the pained look in his eyes didn't bother you a little.

"I know you don't know me, or trust me, but I'm not just trying to fuck you, y/n, in any sense of the word," he says a bit harshly.

"So you don't want to fuck me," you answer him quietly.

"That's not what I said," he rolls his eyes at you, "I'm not blind, and I can't sit here and pretend like I don't want to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name, but, I said that's not all I'm trying to do. I want to get to know you, and if it leads to more great, if not, that's ok, too."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I'm just trying to wrap my head around what you could possibly see in me that's worth your time," you answer him honestly.

"You may not see it, but I see someone who is gorgeous, and funny, and looks at me like I'm just a normal guy, which doesn't happen very often," he shrugs at you.

"Ok" you say simply, taking a step towards him, hating yourself for the fact that you hate the distance between you.

He slides his hands around your waist as you wrap yours around the back of his neck, "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," he whispers against your lips before kissing you gently, humming when you whisper back, "I believe you."

You join the girls as you all leave to go back to your house to get ready. You take a quick nap before you shower. Once you've showered you check in with everyone else to get an idea of what they are wearing before you dry your hair and style it with loose curls and work on your makeup.

Satisfied with the way you look, you pull on an ice blue mini dress and strappy heels, butterflies erupt in your stomach when you hear his voice echoing through the house as you look yourself over one more time. You internally tell yourself to calm down as you leave your room and head towards the voices you hear.

When your eyes meet his, you get an instant confidence boost from the way he's looking at you. His eyes drag over your body hungrily, until Alec elbows him and breaks him from his trance. "You've got some drool there, CP," he chuckles at his friend. "Shut the fuck up," he mumbles back to him, the tops of his ears going red.

You stand next to Christian, joining in on the conversation, but noticing that his eyes never leave you. He slides a hand around your waist, giving you a little squeeze as he dips his head to whisper in your ear, "you look amazing," before kissing you on the cheek.

"Thank you," you whisper back leaning into his side.

You order a minibus to take you all to dinner, shaking your head at Christian when he tries to pay for it. On the way there, he sits next to you, his hand resting over your thigh as he absentmindedly draws circles with his thumb. Goosebumps erupt on your skin which he clearly notices as he gives your thigh a gentle squeeze in response. You delicately trace your fingers over the tattoos on his arm, also noticing that his skin erupts in goosebumps at your touch.

At dinner he sits next to you, finding ways to lean over and speak quietly in your ear, lightly touch your exposed skin, or rest his arm over the back of the chair you are sitting in. He asks you questions about your life, really making an effort to get to know you better. You have to admit it is wearing you down a bit and you realize you might actually like spending time with him as you find yourself reciprocating his glancing touches.

Sliding your hand over his thigh, you lean over to ask him if he'd like to share a dessert with you, to which he nods and tells you to pick whatever your favorite is as he places his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers and giving them a reassuring squeeze.

After dinner, you head to a nightclub, intent on giving Ella one more night out before you leave to go home tomorrow. It's extremely crowded and after about an hour, Ella decides she would rather go back to the house you've rented and hang out there.

After a short Uber ride, you find yourself back at the house, everyone scattered around enjoying drinks and music. Christian has stayed close to you, and the more drinks he has, the more and more he is all over you. You don't mind it at first, but as he continues getting more handsy with you, he doesn't seem to realize that it's a bit too much for you.

One of your friends dares Christian to take a body shot off of you, but given the dress you are wearing, it would be impossible to do without completely undressing, so you decide to take one off of him. He stands and pulls his shirt over his head, taking a long swig from the tequila bottle and grabbing a lime to place between his lips, he motions for you to kneel in front of him, his pupils blown out and his mouth practically watering at the sight of you on your knees for him. He leans back slightly and cascades the tequila down his abs as you lick and slurp it up as it's funneled towards your open mouth. When he decides you've had enough, he pulls you from the floor and blows the lime from his mouth and crashes his lips to yours to the catcalls of the group.

You quickly tear yourself away from him and escape to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. You grab some comfortable clothes and change, brushing your teeth and hair. As you start washing your face there is a knock at the door, followed by Christian stumbling through it and shutting it behind him. He leans against the door watching you for a few minutes before making his way over to you as you finish up.

He places his hands on either side of you on the counter, caging you in place as he dips his head to kiss you on the neck. "Christian" you whisper as you drop your shoulder to dodge him and turn around and pull yourself up onto the counter quickly putting a tiny amount of space between you.

"Why don't you want me, y/n? Am I not good enough for you? Not your type anymore?" he scoffs, a bit of anger flashing across his features.

"I never said I don't want you, I just don't want you like this, Christian," you turn your face to look away from him, but he slides a delicate hand along your jaw and turns you back towards him.

"Like what? Tell me what you mean, please," he says quietly, the temporary flash of anger now completely melted away.

"Well for starters, you are very drunk, and I'm definitely not sober. And after that, I wish I could be the type of girl that would be proud to be your weekend conquest, the story you tell to your buddies about how you banged a chick from a bachelorette party who you met wearing your jersey in a club, but I'm not that girl, Christian."

"I'm only a little drunk," he grins at you holding up his hand and pinching his forefinger and thumb together, "and I told you I'm not just interested in fucking you, I'll be honest that if that's all I wanted, I would've bailed a long time ago."

He steps back and pulls you from the counter, leading you into your room where he flops onto your bed and pats the open space next to him. You reluctantly climb on to the bed with him but stay sitting up, your legs crossed in front of you.

"I know I don't know anything about your past and what you may have been through, but I wish you'd let these walls down and let me in, just a little, you need to stop being so fucking scared of me," he says, his tone a bit difficult to read.

"And maybe you need to stop trying to tell me what to do and pick up on the fact that you being all over me out there and making out with me in front of my friends makes me uncomfortable," you shoot back at him.

"And maybe you need to realize I've been uncomfortable all day seeing you prance around in a bikini and then in that tight blue dress, it's like you're trying to kill me, making me want you desperately but then saying I can't have you," he says bitterly.

"And here we are talking about your dick again and why it's so unfair that I won't just let you have what you want," you roll your eyes and stand up from the bed.

"You're just fucking scared, y/n, you're scared that I might actually be everything you've ever wanted, but you're either too scared or too stubborn to see it. If I was just looking to get laid, I promise I have much easier options available."

"Then maybe you should call one of them, I'm done with this conversation, Christian, maybe we can talk some more tomorrow before I leave," you say as you walk out of the room, leaving him sitting on the bed.

A little while later, as everyone else disappears to their own rooms, you head back to your room to find Christian asleep on your bed, slumped over in his upright position, still fully clothed and on top of the covers. You make your way over to him and work to pull his shirt over his head, waking him up enough to get him to scoot down so that he's laying flat on the bed. You unbuckle his belt and pull it off of him before unbuttoning the shorts he's wearing and attempting to slide them from his hips.

"I thought you didn't want me," he mumbles still mostly asleep. "I'm just assuming you don't want to sleep in these Christian, a little help would be nice," you grumble at him. He lifts his hips as you work the shorts down the rest of his legs and help him under the covers. You go to get some water for him and some pain killers for the headache he's sure to have in the morning.

Leaning down, you brush his hair out of the way and settle your hand over his jaw, caressing your thumb under his eye as you kiss him on the forehead whispering, "I am scared of you, and everything about you, you stupid, silly boy."

"Don't be," he mumbles incoherently, "stay with me please," he says as he turns his face and kisses the inside of your palm. "I can't," you whisper back running your fingers over his scalp and soothing him back to sleep. "You won't, there's a difference," he sighs as he drifts off.

You gather a pillow and a blanket and start to leave the room, turning back to look at him snoring quietly in your bed. Letting out a sigh, you shrug your shoulders and move back towards the bed, placing the pillow between the two of you and sliding under the covers.

The next morning you wake, the pillow thrown out of the way at some point during the night as Christian is sleeping peacefully beside you, a small amount of space still between you but his arm resting over your waist. You gently move his arm, careful not to disturb him and slip from the bed, grabbing your swimsuit and heading to the bathroom.

You pull on your swimsuit and a T-shirt over the top of it as you exit the bathroom through the door that leads out into the hallway making your way into the kitchen. You grab a water and chug it along with something for your headache and make a small bowl of fruit before going outside to sit by the small pool overlooking the beach.

Ella joins you a few minutes later, sipping on an iced coffee. "You ok?" she asks clearly able to tell that you are upset. "Yes, no, I don't know, Ells" you sigh, pulling your sunglasses down over your eyes to hide the tears that are brimming there.

"What happened last night?" she says reaching over to grab your hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "Nothing," you shake your head, "we had a bit of a fight, he said I'm scared."

"Is he wrong about that?" she offers you a small smile. "No, he's not," you breathe out. "But then he said that if he was just trying to sleep with someone he had other easier options," you roll your eyes, even though she can't see them.

"Well that was a dick move," she chuckles, "and I love you, but you are hard work, and maybe he's not used to that when it comes to girls you know."

"I know," you huff, "but that doesn't mean I can be one of those easy options for him either."

"You don't have to be an easy option, y/n, hell, you don't even have to ever see him again after this trip if you don't want to, but maybe you should give him a chance to see if he puts in the work, seems like he likes a good challenge," she smirks at you.

"Yeah, maybe" you give her a little smile, seeing him emerge from the house looking worse for wear.

"I've got this," Ella says standing up and making her way over to him and pushing him back into the house.

"She's upset isn't she," he says, looking down at the ground.

"Yeah, she is, look she knows she's hard work, and she knows you have easier options, you don't have to tell her that," Ella stares at him sternly.

"God, I've really fucked this up havent I?" he says to your friend as she nods.

"But you can fix it, if you want to that is," she smiles softly back at him.

"I do, I will, but what do I do? I feel like a dick for saying this, but honestly I've never had to make much of an effort and I'm not sure that I know how," his cheeks flush.

"Just take it slow, give her some space, let her get to know you and figure out from there what both of you want," she offers, "oh and she really likes the passion fruit lemonade from Starbucks when she's hungover," she winks at him.

The rest of the group starts moving around, not really giving him an opportunity to speak to you like he wants. The pair of you share some fleeting glances, but for the most part steer clear of one another, and as much as you hate to admit it, you miss being near him.

You realize he's been gone for a while and you think that maybe he's left to go home, which internally makes you panic thinking it's over before anything really had a chance to begin.

You walk inside, looking for your phone, and see him coming back through the front door, a couple of Starbucks cups in his hands. Butterflies erupt in your stomach when he offers you a sheepish smile, and it takes all of your restraint not to run over and crash your lips onto his.

He holds out one of the cups for you, "walk with me, please," he looks at you, eyes silently pleading with you, and he can't help but notice that you seem relieved to see him.

"Let me grab some shoes," you offer him small smile and take the drink from his hand.

"Ready?" you ask as he nods and slides his hand into yours, opening the door and holding it for you to walk through.

"Thank you for this," you smile as you take a long and refreshing sip from the drink he got for you. "No problem, it's really good isn't it," he says giving your hand a little squeeze.

Ella spies the two of you walking down the small path by the house heading towards the beach and smiles to herself as she thinks maybe things will work out between you.

Once you reach the beach you both kick your shoes off, feeling the warm sand squish between your toes as you continue walking.

"Listen, y/n, I was a complete dick last night. It's not a valid excuse, but I rarely get that drunk, and I shouldn't have spoken to you the way that I did," he starts.

"Christian," you say stopping him and turning to face him, "I did get overwhelmed last night by the way you were being all over me, because that's just not who I am, but you weren't completely wrong. I am scared, of whatever this is or could be, of the possibility of being with you. My mind is jumping a million steps ahead and thinking of all of the ways that this simply won't work."

"I get that, I do, really," he offers you a reassuring smile, "but maybe we could just take it slow, see how things go, if it ends up that all we can manage to be is friends, then so be it, but I'd like for you to please give me the opportunity to keep getting to know you, and just see where this might go."

"I just don't see how that can happen, you will leave to go back to Europe in a few weeks, I practically live out of my suitcase and at the airport traveling for work, we'd never see each other," your mind starts racing again as the words flood from your mouth, "I can't even guarantee that we could make a friendship work, I'm a terrible friend, just ask anyone, I'm always on the go, too busy for girls weekends or anything else really."

"Shhh," he says holding a finger up to your lips before moving his hand to cup your jaw. "You are thinking way too many steps ahead and only thinking of the ways this won't work, we just have to find one way that it will. All I'm asking is for a chance to see if we can do that, to see if we can figure this out together. I'm busy too, and traveling a lot, and I know it would be damn near impossible with jumping time zones and crazy schedules, but I want to try, please, please say you'll let us try."

You nod at him as a smile creeps over his lips. "God, can I kiss you now? It feels like it's been forever and I don't think I can stand it anymore," he grins at you when you slide your free hand around the back of his neck and brush your lips against his.

He wraps one of his hands around your waist and grazes his tongue over your lips wanting to deepen the kiss. He groans into your mouth when you oblige and press your tongue against his.

You pull away from the kiss, both of you out of breath, as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek, "I'm so sorry about last night, really I am, please forgive me for the things I said, I didn't mean them," he looks into your eyes earnestly asking for your forgiveness.

"I forgive you, Christian, I know you were just frustrated by the whole situation," you smile at him.

"And I need you to know, there aren't other options, I'm not going to entertain anyone else, until you let me know something, one way or the other. As long as we are talking and figuring things out, you will be the only one I'm talking to ok? I'm not saying you have to do the same thing, but I want you to know that I'm not going to be messing around with someone else behind your back, I wouldn't do that, and I promised you I wouldn't hurt you, and so far I've done a shit job at that, but I swear I won't do it again," he grips both of your hands in his as he speaks to you.

You let out a little laugh, "You really think I have guys beating down my door? Christian you're the only person that has seemed remotely interested in me in quite a while, so no, I don't think you have to worry about me being involved with anyone else while we figure this out," you squeeze his hands reassuringly.

"So, can I have your number? I don't get on social media a lot and I don't want to be sliding in your dms, I'd rather be able to call you or FaceTime you if you're ok with it," he gives you a nervous smile.

"Sure," you hold out your hand and he places his phone in it. You put your number in and hand it back to him. He immediately calls you, hearing your phone ring in your pocket.

"Had to make sure it wasn't a fake," he grins, "and now you have my number, too." He leans in and gives you a soft kiss.

"Thank you," he whispers against your lips.

"For?" you question him, your eyes pinching together in confusion.

"Giving me a chance," he grins as he kisses the tip of your nose.

"I wish you would've stayed with me last night," he gives you a little pout, "I wasn't going to try anything, I swear, I knew you weren't there yet."

"I did stay, Christian, I wasn't going to, but in the end, I couldn't walk out of that room and leave you there," you smile softly at him.

"You stayed?" he questions you, "I really thought I had just dreamed that when I woke up this morning and you weren't there."

"I stayed," you go up to your tip toes and press a soft kiss to his lips, "but I put a pillow between us," you let out a small laugh.

"Thank you for staying," he whispers against your lips before he drops his head to graze a few tender kisses along your jawline, "and thank you for the water and headache meds, I definitely needed them."

"Not gonna lie, you looked like shit when you stumbled out of the house this morning," you chuckle.

"I felt like shit, but I'm feeling much better now, and you look gorgeous by the way," he gives you a wink.

"Now, that we've smoothed things over, let's go back to the house so that we can hang out a bit longer before you have to leave," he intertwines his fingers with yours as you lean your head against his shoulder.

You slowly make your way back to the house, stopping every now and then to kiss or just wrap your arms around him, the walls you've so carefully built up slowly cracking for this stupid, silly boy you didn't even see coming.

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