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uglypastels · 11 months

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i have to say this, eddie love fucking you when you’re in a messy bun and your glasses almost falling down your nose. Chef’s kiss

Chef's kiss indeed and i hope this is ok, but this gave me major librarian!reader vibes, and I meant to make this pure filth, but as I started writing, I realised that I adore these two wholeheartedly, so please enjoy the fluff fest around it.

warnings: 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. p in v sex. sex in a public place. unprotected sex (dzon't dzo it). swearing.

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Working in the Hawkins Town Library, you got to be in the presence of almost everybody who lived there, from the youngest readers to the eldest. Everyone needed books for one reason or another, let it be homework research, recipes or just some entertainment. There were the quiet readers who settled themselves somewhere in a corner to spend the rest of the day with their noses in between the pages; the ones who search for hours for the one book they had their mind set on the moment they walked in; the ones that, for whatever reason, forget to stay silent. There were fans of fantasy as well as historical non-fiction, philosophy and romance. There was a place for everybody here.

With such a variety in patrons, it was only natural you grew to have favourites. Some might be more self-explanatory than others. Of course, your heart doubled when Julie came in with her daughter, Sandy [who just turned six!], to pick out a new book every few weeks. Or old man Farrell who already knew all the facts in the books he checked out and was more than happy to share with you.

It could come to most people as a shock then that the person you looked forward to seeing the most was none other than Eddie Munson.

Surprisingly, he could be the definition of the perfect library patron. Besides the fact that he had never been late with book returns, when you started working there, the first few times Eddie came by, he scared you to death—so quiet was he, sneaking around the aisles and up to the counter to check his stacks of books out.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya there, sweetheart,’ he said as he put the books on the desk.

‘It’s alright.’ You started picking up books from the pile, stamping in the date on the inside sheet. ‘Might have to consider getting a bell.’ You smiled, ‘that way I could hear you coming.’

‘Hmm, too bad I don’t have a bell.’ Eddie clicked his tongue but reached into one of his pockets, ‘but… would these do?’ He pulled out a handful of thin metal chains. They rattle around.

‘Why do you have those in your pocket?’ You asked curiously as you gave him back the books.

‘Always have them on me– I mean, on my jeans, but I take them off when I’m hear. Don’t want to disturb anyone.’ And with that, he gave you a shy little smile that made your heart melt.

‘That is, actually, really sweet of you.’ If only more people were so considerate. ‘Thank you.’

‘Yeah, well, I have my moments.’ He shrugged nonchalantly. ‘I’ll see you around.’

‘See ya.’ You waved as he walked away, barely able to contain the smile on your face that the metalhead had caused.

Not a lot changed since that day, but your and Eddie’s conversations did begin to grow. You’d keep on talking while you checked out his books, sometimes for so long that another patron would have to interrupt to get their books. Then, Eddie would pop by your desk to ask for the location of some particular book— one you had never heard of, in all honesty, but he probably easily could have found it if he bothered to look through the cards.

‘Excuse me, sweetheart,’ he’d clear his throat, ‘do you have any idea where I could find Carrots Love Tomatoes?’

‘Sorry?’ You must have misheard the title.

‘Carrots Love Tomatoes: Secrets of Companion Planting for Successful Gardening. It’s for my uncle.’ Eddie would clarify, reading the title out from a scrap of paper he had scribbled on.

‘Right. Do you know who it’s by, perchance?’

‘I’m surprised you don’t.’ He reread the paper. ‘Louise Riotte– shit, I’m definitely mispronouncing that.’ He quickly spelt it out for you.

Well, you had to admit, you weren’t personally familiar with Miss Riotte’s work, but you knew this library inside-out and told Eddie to follow you into the section you thought it most likely to be. The non-fiction section was off in the corner of the library, with only rectangular windows blocks near the ceiling, letting in barely any daylight. The light was, instead, coming from the lamps above you; they flickered and buzzed on the off-moments.

Eddie stayed a step behind you as you navigated through the shelves, muttering the alphabet to yourself repeatedly as you tried to find the RI– shelf. Once you finally found it, you realised it was on the top of the bookcase, where you couldn’t reach it.

‘It’s up there.’ You pointed, thinking that maybe Eddie would just get it himself now. But instead, Eddie offered to pick you up. A bit flustered, you accepted the offer and tried to ignore the feeling of his hands on your hips, the way his rings dug into your soft skin. He picked you up, and you grabbed the book quickly. Once back down on the ground again, you handed it over to him. Eddie thanked you with a large smile as he looked at the book.

He frowned.

‘Something wrong?’ You asked.

‘No, no, it’s all good, thanks. It’s just that…I don’t know…’ He looked at the book a bit longer. ‘Oh, you know what? I think I must have read it wrong.’ He looked down at the scrap of paper again. ‘...yeah. That definitely says Catcher in the Rye. Well, thank you anyway, sweetheart. Really ‘preciate it.’

‘You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.’ You laughed.

‘Uhm, I’ll have you know,’ he leaned against the bookcase by your side, ‘that this had actually all been an act of sheer brilliance.’

‘Oh?’ You were leaning against it, too, your shoulders almost touching.

‘Yes. I would say that the way I got you here with me, away from all those people, is MacGyver-level brilliance.’

‘Don’t you think it might have been easier to just… I don’t know, just ask me to meet you here.’ You would have been going on a break soon anyway.

Eddie grinned as he leaned forward to you, ‘Now, what would be the fun in that?’ You could feel his breath on you. The scent of excessive bubblegum chewing greeted you.

‘Fair enough,’ you tried to act cool, ignoring the hot flashes he was causing all over your body. ‘So, why did you want me to come out here? What couldn’t wait until my lunch break, Munson?’

‘Just wanted to say how cute you looked today.’ Eddie smiled, then, as if he remembered something– ‘Oh, and this–’ he leaned in, cupping your face in his hand, kissing you softly.

So, perhaps, some things had changed over time. Smalltalk and jokes at the front desk turned into stolen kisses and hushed laughter in the dark corners of the library. Just as with everything around, Eddie was gentle and soft. His grip on you was there for support, to make you feel how much he wanted you near him.

You pulled away with a small gasp, chest-beating fast, eyes fluttering open.

‘But I suppose I could have waited with that.’ Eddie said afterwards, his hand still on your cheek.

‘I’m glad you didn’t.’ Your voice was hushed, but you kissed Eddie deeply instead of breathing in the air you needed. You pulled at his shirt to bring him closer, and his other hand reached for your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

‘You should probably get back,’ he muttered between kisses.

‘Probably,’ you replied. Neither of you meant any of it, and you both knew it. You had no idea why you only saw each other at the library. Maybe because you always knew to find each other here; it was a certainty. Outside, it would be a mere coincidence to bump into Eddie. Here, you knew he would be here every week.

Maybe because it felt like a haven for both of you and it felt like a different reality—an escape from the real world. But it was precisely this that made everything else so fragile. Who knew what it would be like outside of these bookshelves? You didn’t want to know, so why risk it? What you had now, it was an unspoken agreement. One you both were more than happy with. It was special—a rarity.

Everything- the kiss, the hold, the emotions, the heat- all intensified the longer you kept going. It was getting messy and rough. Eddie had locked you in between him and the bookcase. You could feel him all over you. His hair tickling your face, his cold rings on your skin, his clothes pressing into you, his— fuck, he was huge. You could feel him against your thigh, no hiding it.

‘Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this the whole week.’ He breathed against your neck. ‘Haven’t stopped thinking about you.’ You would have told him the same if you could form an entire sentence. It was hard to concentrate daily when you had the memory of his touch plague you every day, and everything around you at your job was a heavy reminder.

‘Need… I need you, Eddie,’ you gasped out as he kissed your neck, right on the spot that made your knees go weak. ‘Please.’

‘Hmm, need you too, sweetheart.’ He was roaming his hand over your bare thigh underneath your skirt. Sometimes you wondered if anyone around had noticed that you really only wore them on days of Eddie’s library visits. Perhaps Eddie hadn’t picked up on that specifically, but he certainly enjoyed your style. ‘Drive my fucking wild in these short skirts of yours.’ The words rolled out of his mouth as he began unzipping his jeans. ‘Look so fucking good.’

‘Thank you,’ you moaned, giggling about how giddy you felt that he was complimenting you while preparing to thrust his dick in you. It was all so silly, so stupid. You were doing something incredibly risky, most likely illegal, but you couldn’t care one bit. All you could think about was how good he made you feel. How happy you felt with him.

‘C’mere,’ Eddie groaned, pulling you up by your thighs, holding you against the shelves. Luckily, they were pretty sturdy, bolted to the ground, so his force pushing you against them barely mattered. On you, however, it was another story.

‘Oh, fuck,’ you whimpered, trying to stay quiet at the feeling of him inside you. After letting you adjust quickly, he started thrusting in you hard and deep. The way he was moving against you, it made your whole body shake. You could feel your glasses slip down your nose. In the haze of it all, you had forgotten to take them off but were about to do so– when Eddie interrupted.

‘No, keep them on.’ He kissed your cheek.

‘Why?’ you didn’t see a reason for them.

‘Want you to see me fucking you.’ His smile was airy. ‘Besides, it’s hot as shit. The way you get so messy for me. And your hair,’ he punctuated each sentence with a deep thrust. One of his hands brushed some of your hair out of your face, ‘I wish I could take a picture of you right now. Would cum to it like every day.’

‘Gross.’ You joked, and in return, Eddie grazed his teeth over your collarbone, nipping at your skin slightly.

‘Calling me gross as if you’re not getting fucked in the middle of the library.’ Eddie’s smile was contagious. As he continued, your glasses were falling again, but he quickly pushed them back over the bridge of your nose. ‘You’re fucking filthy, sweetheart.’

‘I’m–’ you gasped as he went deeper.

‘Yeah, baby?’

‘I’m– I’m close, Eddie.’ You tried to whisper as best as you could, biting down on any noises that could be heard from afar.

‘Mmm, I know, you’re so tight. So perfect.’ he moaned through his last hard thrusts. You could feel your climax coming, knew how it would come, and quickly hid your face in the nape of his neck to muffle your scream of pleasure as it washed over you. Eddie rode it out with you, only moments behind.

He held you briefly, letting you come down and stabilise your breathing. You smiled at eachother sheepishly and kissed deeply once more. There was nothing else to say.

Eddie pulled out, the emptiness hitting you immensely. It was a strange sensation, and you still didn’t feel quite yourself as your feet touched the ground again. But Eddie’s hands stayed on you for stability.

‘You’re a dream, sweetheart. Just… unbelievable.’

Eddie brushed the loose strands of hair from your face again while you readjusted your glasses. There was nothing else to say.

Now came the awkward part where you timed your exit from the aisle and hid the guilty sex-glow look on your face.

It was a slow day at the library, so no one awaited you at the front desk. You took your place and tried to shake off all your emotions, and it worked for the most part, except for the giant smile. That you just could not get rid of.

It was still there when Eddie returned to you twenty minutes later, now accompanied by a new stack of books.

‘Found everything you were looking for?’ You asked as you took the books from him.

‘That and more.’ He leaned his elbows on the wood, grinning like an idiot. You had to tell yourself not to look at him, or you would get lost in those big brown eyes.

‘I’m happy to hear that.’ You stamped the date into all the books and returned them to Eddie. ‘Here you go.’

‘Thanks, sweetheart.’ Eddie grabbed them under his arm. ‘Same time next week?’ He winked. Once, the words really were only meant for this little exchange. That had been all you were looking forward to—the small chat at the desk. Back then, you would have never imagined the things you would get up to with the metalhead in the barely visited sections of the library.

‘See you, Eddie.’ You shook your head, still smiling, of course. And that was that. There was nothing else to say.

At least, there wasn’t before. All those other times, that really would have been it. Eddie would have walked away, and you would have watched him do so while already awaiting his comeback. Yet this time…

This time, Eddie stayed in his place.

‘Can I… help you with anything else?’ You raised a brow.

‘Uhh–’ Eddie cleared his throat. ‘Yes. Yes, you could. See if I have these… these two tickets for this thing— a concert… and see, I have no idea what to do with this second one, so maybe you could help me with that.’ He spoke fast and like he was stumbling over an uneven pavement instead of words, but you followed it nonetheless.

‘Concert?’ You asked.

‘Yes.’ He expanded with the name of a band you had never heard of before. ‘This weekend.’

You thought for a moment, or at least pretended to, as you already knew your answer. ‘I might have a friend who would be interested in taking that ticket off you.’

‘Any chance this friend of yours wears cute glasses, short skirts and works at my favourite spot in the city?’

‘She just might.’ You bit the inside of your cheek.

‘Then it’s deal, sweetheart,’ Eddie slammed his hand on the table in excitement, then immediately cringed at the noise he made. That same noise seemed to have awakened a quick realisation in him: ‘Wait, we were talking about you, right?’

‘Yes, Eddie. I would love to go to the concert with you.’ You rolled your eyes at the needed clarification.

‘Cool, just checking. Great.’ he started walking away now. ‘Great. I’ll pick you up– wait; I don’t even know where you live.’

‘You can pick me up here.’

‘Do you live at the library?’ he asked quickly, and you were sure he was being serious.

‘No, Eddie, I do not, but I work weekends too. But you can bring me back to my place afterwards. Stay the night, maybe?’ Was that too much too quickly? You started to panic for a second, thinking you took it too far, but then Eddie replied, repeating his previous words.

‘It’s a deal, sweetheart.’

the end

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imababblekat · 9 months

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Pushing Buttons

Anon Request, “ Love your content it’s sooo cute! Can I get a snarky sarcastic reader who calls April for a chat on speaker phone then gets into a funny argument with Ralph trading jabs. Like he tries to get April to hang up because their in the middle of something important but reader gives him a snappy comeback. They keep going with everyone listening. Tired of this April is gonna hang up on them but before that happens “Wait wait! give that guys digits he sounds hot! You know how I love pushing a guys buttons!”

A/N: I hope this is okay, gonna be honest I struggled to write this one for some reason. Hope it’s still at the very least readable \TvT/

~xXx~

April hadn’t meant to answer the phone, but Mikey curiously nudging into her had caused her to ultimately accept your request. As if to make a point at your horrible timing as April and the boys were in the mist of a game plan to take down a new gang, you’re voice rang loud through the speaker causing everyone to simultaneously jump.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!! April you are not going to believe what happened to me at work today!!”

April sighed, giving the ninja turtles apologetic glances.

“I can’t really talk right-”

“I’ll make it quick! I swear! Okay, so I got up at seven like I usually do, right? I was really tired though, so I went to snooze my alarm and-”

Before April could politely ask you to skip ahead to what had happened at your job, the human girl was thrown for a shock when Raphael had suddenly snatched the device straight out of her hand. She went to reprimand him but all he had done was hold a large hand up to block her as he angrily snapped into the call.

“She’s busy. Call back later.”

*click*

April’s eyes had never been as wide as they were in that moment. No way did Raphael just hang up on you of all people. Said terrapin, with a triumphant grin, reached out to hand her back the phone, when it had suddenly started going off again right in his palm. If it weren’t for the growing agitation, he could have sworn it seemed to vibrate with a vengeance. With a hard tap, he answered the call ready to repeat what he had done only a few minutes ago.

“I said-”

“Excuse me!!”

Raphael felt himself fumble at your sudden shout, April standing across from him with a knowing look.

“And who the hell do you think you are, huh?! You do not cut me off when I am talking to my gal pal!!”

Raphael sputtered, caught off for but a second before snapping back.

“Who do I-?! April’s busy! I’m sure whatever little issue you got goin on at work ain’t that important!”

“Oh, and how would you know that?! You read minds huh?! I’d ask if you’re some sort of phycologist but frankly just from your voice alone I’d say you’re need of one.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“I think you know what I mean, big boy.”

Raphael felt his blood boiling in that moment, his brothers Mikey and Donnie doing their best to stifle their laughter behind him while Leo simply smirked at his dismay. All the while all April could do was hide her face in her hands at the embarrassment she felt for her close friend on the line.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Would you rather I call you big baby instead? Ya gonna cry about it? Good, cuz sounds to me like you need to shed a few tears. It’s perfectly healthy by the way. Just thought I’d let you know that since you give off the vibe that you’d rather walk around with a stick up your ass then express your emotions.”

“A stick up my ass?! Seriously?! How about I come over and shove one up yours?! You’re just all bark and no bite!”

“Ooo, don’t promise me with a good time~.”

If it were possible, Raph’s face would match the color of his mask at your raunchy response, the suave to your tone not making things any better. It was at the sudden burst of laughter behind him from his brothers and Aprils own snickering that the brute decided in that moment the best course of action was to, once again, hang up the damn phone.

A groan bubbled up from his throat at he tossed April back her phone, sending a glare to his still cackling siblings.

“Will ya all stop laughin. Let’s just get back to the stupid plan.”, he glared, arms crossing.

It was Leo, who had to take a few breaths to gather himself, that brought back the others to focus.

“Okay, okay, you heard the big boy. Let’s ready up.”

Green eyes glared daggers at the leader in blue for his jab, the other winking back with a shit eating grin. Raphael stepped forward to make a quip in response to Leo, when a chortle behind him had alerted all the turtles. It was from April, who’s eyes crinkled in the corners as she did her best to bite back some giggles, holding up her phone to show what had caused such a reaction out of her. Each brother leaned in, squinting at the small text on screen and then let out more laughter, Mikey rocking a groaning Raph’s shoulders with congratulations.

On the screen before them, read a text sent by the very person who riled him up quicker then anyone on record.

*Hey girly, you gotta get me your friends digits! Dude sounds hot af 😉💗*

~xXx~

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jostyriggslover96 · 5 months

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Best Thing In My Life

Summary: Kira (OC) and Jack Hughes met through mutual friends unexpectedly one summer. Sparks fly on their first date as their connection continues full force. Now, as Kira visits Jack at his lake things become more serious in every way possible. Kira's thoughts are in italics. Part of the HEART FIRST Series, check out Summer Rituals and Someone Unexpected if you haven’t already!

Note: Thank you for all the love on my two Jack stories, this series has become one of my favorite things to write. This piece in particular was a labor of love and 2 months of writing, but I am so happy with it and hope you enjoy! Thank you to @hockeyboysimagines and @heavenlyhischier for your encouragement and advice on this story!

Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, anxiety, smut (unprotected p in v, oral, praise kink). Minors DNI.

Word Count: 14.3k

Best Thing In My Life

Summer was always my favorite time of the year; between the lake days, bonfires, barbeques, and ice cold drinks…it was the best time of the year. This summer blew every other summer out of the water though, because this is the summer that I met Jack Hughes. I don’t normally believe in things like fate or soulmates, but I do truly believe that Jack and I were meant to meet. After our first date which we spent hiking, swimming, cooking, and laughing, we didn’t look back…we only moved forward.

My first date with Jack was probably the best first date I’ve ever had. Jack somehow made me feel butterflies, calm, and laughter all at the same time. Spending time at the lake with him felt so natural, he fit into my life seamlessly. When we were cooking dinner and he washed all the dishes for me, I could picture so many nights like that with him. As we watched the stars and shared our first kiss, all of the walls I had built around me came tumbling down. I think I will be chasing after his lips for the rest of my life.

Jack and I spent as much time as we could together after our first date. It involved a lot of extending vacations, creating dates out of smaller moments, facetime calls, and long distance dates. The effort was always there though; whether it was offering to run into town together to pick up supplies and get a moment away from our friends, or spending the entire day talking about life out on the boat together, or dates at the airport coffee shop, or spending the entire evening on facetime until we fell asleep just so we could be with each other, or starting movies at the same time so we could experience the same things even from a distance. We texted each other constantly and had a good chain of memes that made the other laugh. Jack even ordered my favorite coffee from Starbucks and had it delivered to my apartment. As hard as the long distance was, we did everything we could to feel close to each other despite just meeting.

Jack constantly surprised me in so many ways, he wasn’t the typical hockey player that I expected. You could tell he was raised right and that he genuinely respects me. He extended his time at the lake with me twice after our first date so we could spend more time together. Once so he could spend more time with me in my favorite place and the second time was because he liked the ‘vibe’ of my apartment so much that he just had to stay.

Beyond grand gestures, it was small things that he did that made me feel special. After our first kiss, we spent far too long talking under the stars about life and all of our favorite parts of it. Every time I saw him after that, he always surprised me with one of my favorite things. The morning after our first date he brought me my coffee just the way I like it. When we went out on the boat together he brought a cooler of all my favorite snacks and drinks. When we went to the little movie theater at the lake, he passed me my favorite chocolate bar just as the previews started. On the ride back to the city, he put together a playlist with some of my favorite artists. After we got back to the city he disappeared while I started the laundry, he came back with my favorite takeout and the next book in the poetry series I was telling him about the day we met.

It became clear from the beginning, that this relationship with Jack was more than just a one time date…it was special. It’s beyond special even, it’s the connection that I’ve been looking for. Jack is such a genuine, caring, and supportive person that it’s led to a trust with someone I never even imagined to be possible. I can be myself with Jack, even if that means being anxious or really struggling with vulnerability because of my last relationship. There has never been a moment with Jack where I haven’t felt reassured or safe being me.

The relationship went beyond sweet dates and special gestures, we were able to really open up to each other too. I felt comfortable telling him about my struggles with anxiety, which worsened after my last relationship. Jack held my hand the entire time, wiping the stray tears that fell and assured me that he would never treat me like my ex. Jack told me about his relationship history, even expressing nerves when he told me that he’s never been in something serious. He told me he didn’t want to screw anything up with me and I assured him that he wouldn’t, we’re in this together.

Jack opened up about how challenging his rookie season was and how much that damaged my confidence. When he told me that he felt like he wasn’t ‘good enough’ I wanted to find each of the reporters that wrote negative things about him and rip them apart. Instead we laid together on the couch, his head resting on my chest as I played with his hair and told him how talented and worthy he is.

Jack told me more about his brothers, it became so clear to me that he loved his family more than anything on this earth. We bonded over our love for our moms, which I never expected. Jack spoke about his mom like she hung the moon and he watched me in admiration as I talked about how my mom was one of my closest friends. I told him that I couldn’t wait to meet his family, especially his mom so I could tell her how amazing her son is. That was the first time he seemed shy to me, his cheeks tinted pink as he rubbed the back of his neck and avoided my gaze.

I quickly started to feel things for Jack that I have never felt before; the butterflies turned into warmth and comfort or a deep longing when he wasn’t around. Jack made me feel validated…special…beautiful. He filled me with a confidence I had long forgotten when he would call me beautiful every day and would praise each of my accomplishments no matter how little. For the first time in my life, I have been able to push past the fear of being vulnerable and just let myself feel with Jack. He allows me to put my heart first.

It’s safe to say that these six weeks spent dating and getting to know Jack Hughes have been incredible. He has proven to me that I can trust another man and that relationships can be healthy. He has broken down my walls and has reminded me what happiness feels like. Summer might be my favorite season, but meeting Jack Hughes without a doubt changed my life.

“Flight 826 to Detroit will be boarding in 10 minutes, please ensure you have your boarding passes and identification ready,” the loud voice of the flight attendant on the overhead system shook me from my pleasant daydream about Jack. Jack meant what he said when he told me that he wanted to show me around his lake. So here we were, 6 weeks after our first date as I’m waiting to board my flight to go see his favorite place. The only reason we waited so long was because he had to get the new lakehouse ready after he purchased it with his brother Quinn.

Bouncing my leg as I grip my phone so tightly that my knuckles turn white, the anticipation is killing me. This is worth it, in a few short hours I’ll be with Jack. I let out a deep breath in an attempt to soothe myself, I just want to be in his arms. As if he sensed my nerves despite the miles between us, my phone lit up with a text from Jack.

J: Babe, I know you hate flying but you’ve got this. I’ll be here waiting for you when you land.

I smiled to myself as my grip on my phone relaxed, it’s like he knows what I’m thinking.

K: So excited to meet Quinn and Luke!

J: What about me?

I could sense the pout in his text even though I couldn’t see his face.

K: Can’t wait to see you Jacky, I miss you so much! Can’t wait to have you back in my arms shorty 😛

J: First of all, I’m 5’11 😛Second of all, I can’t wait for that either.

K:5’11, how dare I! Can’t wait to see that smile when I get off my flight.

“Please make your way to gate 21 for Flight 826 to Detroit as we are now boarding,” the voice chimed in on the overhead once more.

K: Gotta go baby, boarding now. See you soon!

J: Can’t wait babe ❤️

My heart fluttered when I saw his text, maybe it was just the heart emoji or maybe he felt it too. I am falling fast for this man, I thought as I gathered my bag and coffee before making my way to the boarding line.

~~~~~~~~~~~

After a grueling 6-hour flight, the captain finally announced that we were preparing for landing. Flying was never particularly my thing, having very little experience in this department made me very tense. However, this flight seemed to never end as 6-hours felt more like 12-hours as I was getting more and more antsy to see Jack. I spent the whole flight bouncing my leg and picking at my nail beds. I’m shocked the older gentleman sitting next to me didn’t say a single thing about my fidgeting habits that must’ve grown annoying. He simply smiled gently and asked me why I was traveling. I hesitated when I tried to explain who Jack was, he isn’t my boyfriend but he feels like he is. But what if it's way too soon to make declarations like that? Instead of exploring this dilemma with my seatmate I simply stated that I am going to visit my boyfriend. Those words felt nice leaving my mouth.

It felt like an eternity from the time we landed, found a gate, and were ready to deplane. I swear I was squeezing the seatrests so hard, I’m surprised I didn’t crush them. Once it was my turn to leave my seat, I quickly gathered my things and bid my seatmate goodbye. Practically bouncing in place I followed behind the other passengers before setting a pace somewhere between a speed walk and a jog once we were safely off the plane. Somehow I managed to text Jack, navigate the airport, and not run into anyone simultaneously.

After a short adventure through the Detroit airport, I was on the escalator that made its way to the baggage claim and airport exit. My eyes darted around anxiously scanning for Jack, most people were on their phones or scanning the crowd for their loved ones. Suddenly my eyes landed on the blue-eyed brunette whose smile lit up when our eyes locked. I swear I could’ve melted right then and there when he sent me a wink and a wave as I waited to get off the escalator. Once the family in front of me got off the escalator, I quickly zigzagged through the crowd before stopping in front of Jack who was still beaming from ear to ear. Within a split second my carry-on was on the ground and my arms were thrown around Jack’s neck as I pulled him as close as possible.

“Hi Jacky,” I exhaled, finally letting out a sigh of relief that I’ve been holding in since I last saw him. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, squeezing so hard that he lifted me off the ground slightly. Inhaling as he held me tightly my nostrils were met with his familiar scent, sandalwood with hints of fresh water, probably the lake.

“Hi babe,” Jack whispered as he pressed his warm lips to my temple. In his arms, I was home. Everything stopped while we were in each other's arms, nothing else existed. We completely tuned out from the hustle and bustle of people around us, the child who was excitedly showing her grandma the paw patrol stuffy she had, and the older couple who commented on how cute we were when they passed us. Anxiety dripped away as Jack ran his hands gently along my back.

“I missed you,” I mumbled in his ear as I squeezed my eyes shut, warding off the tears that were forming. I had really missed him more than I thought I did.

“Missed you more,” Jack replied as he leaned back in my arms to get a good look at me. Smiling warmly, his arms left my waist and wiped the tears that were pooling in my eyes before making their way back to my waist just as fast. I returned his smile as I took him all in; his skin was sun kissed, even more than it was when I last saw him and his hair had fleck of sandy blonde pepper throughout it. “So glad you’re here, I can’t wait to show you around,” excitement filled Jack’s voice as I played with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck.

“Me too,” I echoed his excitement as he gave my waist a tender squeeze. “Before we go, this is important,” before Jack could question what I was referring to I pulled his head down to mine and crashed my lips on his. Our lips connected in passionate bliss that sent warmth shooting through my body, lips entwined in unison for a few heavenly moments before we pulled away.

“Good call, that was important,” Jack whispered, his lips so close to mine that they brushed with every word. Smirking, I pecked his lips again. My heart was pounding so fast I could hear it, not from anxiety though, from pure joy.

“Also you didn’t miss me more, impossible,” I emphasized with another kiss. His nose nuzzled mine as we pulled away, there was something so simple but intimate about this moment. While staring into each other’s eyes, giggling about my competitive insistence that I missed Jack more when we were brought back into reality by a young child screaming a few feet away from us. We pulled away hesitantly to glance at the child, I sent the mother an empathetic smile as she attempted to soothe the child.

“Should we get your bag?” Jack commented as he leaned down to grab my carry-on bag while keeping an arm securely around my waist. I nodded silently as my arms dropped from his neck and one settled at his waist, staying as close as we possibly could when we started walking. “We’ve got a bit of a drive, but not too bad. I figured you’d want to stop at Starbucks before we leave the city since you were up so early,” Jack explained.

“You know me so well,” I smiled warmly while glancing up at him, he responded by squeezing my waist and pulling me closer to his side if that were possible.

“How was the flight?”

“So long, I thought it would never end,” I sighed dramatically as Jack let out a chuckle. “The older man beside me was nice though.”

“Oh yeah,” Jack commented as we stopped at the appropriate baggage claim.

“Yeah, he was asking me about my trip and what brought me to Detroit. He is visiting his grandkids. He told me to have fun with my boyfriend while I was leaving,” nervous butterflies flooded my body at the mention of the word. Silence rang loudly between us as Jack stepped forward to grab my bag of the carousel.

“Huh, I like the sound of that,” he winked at me as he drew the handle on my bag up and replaced his hand on my waist. “Alright Kira, let’s get my babe to the lake,” he exclaimed before turning me around and guiding me to the door. He liked the sound of that. So did I. I loved the sound of that. Jack Hughes…my boyfriend…maybe.

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Jack and I spent the car ride up to his lake house catching up on every possible detail of our lives that the other had missed since we last saw each other, even though we gave each other very detailed recaps of our day every evening on the phone or Facetime. We remained as intertwined as possible, Jack’s fingers laced with mine where they rested on the center console of his Range Rover.

As promised, we stopped at a Starbucks before we left Detroit, to my surprise Jack remembered my favorite summer beverage. When we pulled up to the drive thru he glanced my way and asked ‘the usual’ before reciting my order perfectly. His attention to detail sets my heart on fire. Small things like this, remembering my coffee order, make me feel so special. Jack makes me feel cared for.

We spent the rest of the ride talking, listening to music, and laughing. I vented to Jack about the annoying new girl at work who seems insistent on calling me Kara instead of Kira. Jack listened attentively the whole time, throwing in his two cents here and there, but never once making me feel ridiculous or like my feelings were invalid. Jack let me choose the music the entire way, even turning the music up when Harry Styles came on.

“I like this one,” Jack commented as he increased the volume.

“You, Jack Hughes, like Watermelon Sugar?” my voice filled with shock at this new revelation.

“Yeah, it’s pretty catchy,” he shot a smile my way.

“You know what this song is about right?” I questioned.

“Other than watermelon, no,” he replied as we drove deeper into the trees. His lake house wasn’t too far outside of Detroit, but you would’ve never guessed it was this close to the city. It felt like another world out here.

“It’s about oral Jack,” I teased as I gave his hand a squeeze. As I glanced at Jack I noticed his face was flush around his neck and ears.

“Well, I don’t hate that either,” he stated very casually before shooting a smirk my way. I couldn’t help but snort as boisterous laughter poured out of me. Jack started laughing too before he decided it was a good time to break out his singing chops as he started singing along to the chorus of the song, sending me even further into my fit of laughter.

The ride didn’t last much longer, time seemed to move more quickly as we started singing along to all the songs and got even goofier with each other if that were possible. Jack pulled onto a winding road full of stunning lake houses that looked more like lake mansions compared to my family cabin. We drove for a minute past the cabins before pulling onto the winding driveway of the house Jack had sent me many pictures of when the purchase became official.

“Well this is home for the summer,” Jack commented as he squeezed my hand before putting his vehicle in park. I was silent for a moment, taking in the beautiful view of the lake house on the water. It was a decent size, not obnoxiously huge, and it still felt down to earth.

“Wow Jack, it’s even better than the pictures,” my voice was full of disbelief as I took in my surroundings.

“Thank you, we love it,” Jack commented as he opened the door and held up his hand, signaling for me to stay in my seat as he jogged around the car to my door. Pulling my door open, he held out his hand to help me out as I undid my seatbelt and took his hand in mine once more. Jack quickly gathered my bags as I grabbed our empty coffee cups from the car before he led the way inside. Somehow he managed to carry my suitcase and carry-on while having an arm securely wrapped around my waist and opened the front door with ease.

“Welcome to the lake house,” Jack’s soft voice filled my ears as I entered the foyer of the spacious lake house. “We don’t have all the finishing touches done, but it looks pretty good so far,” Jack explained as he placed my bags by the front door. I glanced around taking in the living room to my left and the kitchen up ahead.

“It looks like Mama Hughes has been helping you decorate,” I teased Jack gently, while brushing his hip with mine.

“She may have been here to help out,” Jack scoffed as he took the empty coffee cups from me.

“I don’t think your couch would have any accent throw pillows if your mom wasn’t here,” I shot back at him jokingly as I took in more of the room.

“Touché,” Jack replied as I walked around the living room, taking in all the nice details.

“Alright Jacky, I need the grand tour.”

“Well first of all, welcome to my crib,” Jack started off without hesitation as he launched into his tour of the lake house causing me to snicker as I followed along with him. He showed me the den with the pool table, the movie theater den with various gaming consoles, the various guest rooms on the main floor, the bedrooms upstairs that had spacious ensuites which I learned belonged to him and Quinn. When I commented on how clean it was, Jack told me that he may have forced his brothers to help him clean up the place for me. I found that incredibly sweet and endearing, he wanted it to look nice for me. He cared about making a good impression, no guy has ever cared about that with me before.

Jack continued his tour by showing me around the garage that was being turned into a hockey training area where they could wear roller blades and practice their shot. Jack showed me around their kitchen, explaining that he and Quinn did most of the cooking for everyone. Then the tour branched out onto the deck, as we were leaving the house Jack and I heard rustling in the bushes on the edge of the deck.

“What is that?” I questioned as my curiosity peaked.

“No clue,” Jack commented as he walked closer to the edge of the deck, his arm out to keep me behind him.

“Do you get much wildlife up here?”

“Not a ton,” Jack explained as he reached the edge of the deck and peaked over the railing. “Are you serious?” Jack exclaimed in destain as he took in whatever he saw over the edge of the deck. Coming up behind his shoulder, I decided to peek around to see what he seemed unimpressed by and was met with the sight of Quinn and Luke crouched down in the bushes along the edge of the deck. This was quite the interesting introduction, seeing as I have only ever seen them in pictures or heard Jack talk about them.

Instantly I started to giggle at the sight of two grown guys that appeared to be hiding quite badly in the bushes. “Are you guys hiding?” I managed between giggles. Quinn and Luke popped up from their hiding place in the bushes and started brushing the leaves off themselves.

“No, absolutely not,” Quinn scoffed.

“Nah, just hanging in the bushes like normal people?” Jack questioned, his voice dripping with skepticism.

“We weren’t hanging out in the bushes or hiding,” Quinn countered.

“That’s what it looked like,” I commented. Jack nodded in my direction, signaling his agreement with my comment. Jack gently threw his arm around my shoulders as Quinn and Luke stepped out of the bushes and came to join us on the deck. I reciprocated the gesture and wrapped my arm around my waist, snuggling into his side.

“We were actually gardening– um, discussing a garden I mean,” Quinn stuttered as they joined us. Quinn glanced over at Luke, his eyes wide, looking for some kind of validation.

“We were?” Luke questioned. Quinn gently smacked him in the stomach, clearly Luke was blowing this. “I mean, yeah the gardening,” Luke tried to smooth over the conversation but failed miserably.

“Yeah, I don’t buy it,” Jack said flatly, calling out their bullshit. The three brothers stared at each other silently, clearly engaged in some kind of Hughes’ brothers staring contest. After a few moments of silence, I cleared my throat, regaining the attention of the brothers.

“You guys are awful liars, but it’s nice to meet you both. I’m Kira, Jack has told me a lot about you,” I put on my sweetest smile and extended my arm that wasn’t wrapped around Jack to shake their hands. Quinn brushed aside my hand and pulled me in for a side hug.

“I’m Quinn, nice to meet you Kira,” Quinn said as he pulled away. “This is Luke.”

“You talk about us?” Luke stared at Jack before turning to me and smiling, leaning in for a side hug just like Quinn.

“Only the embarrassing stories,” Jack quipped. I scoffed and gave Jack a gentle pat on his stomach for teasing his brother.

“Jack won’t shut up about you,” Luke replied, his eyes were screaming ‘ha ha’ at Jack. They are such typical brothers and I love it so much.

“Oh, is that so,” I look up at Jack with a knowing look as his cheeks begin to flush. His brothers start to snicker at their brother's embarrassment.

“Well you’re pretty great, and there's lots to tell,” Jack trailed off as he began rambling.

“I think it's sweet,” I smiled before standing on my tiptoes to place a soft kiss on Jack’s cheek. As I pulled back I noticed that Jack’s cheeks flush even more while we continued to chat with Quinn and Luke.

Despite the butterflies that were rumbling in my stomach and my sweaty palms, I would say that my first meeting with Jack’s brothers went very well. Luke ended up letting the surprise slip that some of Jack’s friends would be coming for a barbecue. Luke passionately claimed that he didn’t know that was a surprise, as I giggled and he earned a smack from Jack and Quinn.

Jack told me that the plan for our day was to go explore some of his favorite spots at the lake, just like our first date many weeks ago. I noticed Luke’s face drop when Jack mentioned that we should get going soon for lunch, so as I went inside to change I dragged Jack to the side and asked if he would be alright with inviting his brothers along for a little lake tour. I can’t imagine how hard it is for the brothers to be separated for so many months of the year while they are all playing hockey, especially with how Jack describes their closeness. Jack’s eyes lit up at my suggestion before he scurried off to tell his brothers the plan.

After quickly changing out of my travel clothes and into some jean shorts and a band t-shirt, we were ready to go. As we piled in the car Jack suggested going to the country club for lunch, I shot Jack a nervous look while bringing up my casual attire. Jack just smiled and told me things would be alright as Quinn reassured me that the club doesn’t have a dress code. Luke even chimed in saying that Jack always wears band t-shirts to the club. Somehow this didn’t ease my nerves as we drove down the lake roads, my mind started racing as I stared out the window wondering if Jack would think less of me for not dressing like a prim and proper WAG. A moment later Jack’s fingers curled in mine and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, a sense of relief flooded through my body like the waves crashing on the lake.

The drive to the country club was short, Quinn explained this was part of the appeal of the lake house, they could be that much closer to the water and golf. When we entered the club I was pleasantly surprised to see how casual everyone else was, Jack whispered ‘told you so’ in my ear as the waiter led us to our table. We spent most of lunch with his arm wrapped around me as the brothers told stories of their summertime shenanigans. Quinn and Luke peppered me with questions about school, my family, my plans after graduation, if I would ever be willing to move, and more. I noticed Jack gave them a menacing look or a kick under the table as a warning to go easy on me. Yet I seemed to impress them with my answers, as all the brothers looked pleased to learn more about me.

After lunch, we got into the car and drove to the training facility where Jack described spending most of his days. Jack seemed nervous sharing his favorite places with me, as he rubbed the back of his neck and told me we didn’t need to go inside if I didn’t want to. It was my turn to reassure him, as I wrapped my arm around his waist and insisted he show me around the facility. Jack gave an interesting tour of where they trained and explained to me how he was trying to improve on different aspects of his game throughout the summer. I watched in awe of his passion as he talked about the sport he clearly loved. While Quinn and Luke were busy talking to a trainer, Jack told me more about how his rookie year shook his confidence and made him feel like a failure. My heartbroke hearing him talk about himself in those ways.

Doing the only thing I could think of to reassure him, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close while I whispered in his ear all the ways he never fails to impress me on and off the ice. Jack seemed to cheer up as we left the practice facility and drove back towards the lake town. We stopped at a small coffee shop and grabbed an afternoon pick me up. Luke ordered a hot chocolate, which I teased him for as he sipped the hot drink in the sweltering weather while Jack and I enjoyed our iced coffees. After the coffee shop we stopped at a bakery where Jack insisted I try a cinnamon bun that he claims ‘changed his life’. The bakery staff were excited to see Jack, questioning him about his summer and the new lake house. He is clearly a regular here and blushed when I asked him if he cheats on his training diet often.

After the bakery, Jack and I walked hand-in-hand, looking in at some of the cute lake shops in the area. All the boys were patient as I picked out a few souvenirs and fought over who got to carry my bags. The afternoon seemed to fly by, as Quinn, who fits the older brother card to a tee, reminded the boys of the time and what they needed to prepare for the barbecue. We headed back to the lake house to start preparations, when to my surprise Quinn insisted that Jack and I take a ride on the boat so Jack could show me the water. I graciously thanked Quinn as Jack dragged me off in the direction of the dock, clearly eager that we could get some private time together.

As I was helping him untie the ropes, I noticed his face was serious, like his mind was racing about something. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me that Quinn invited more of their friends than he expected. I assured him that I was excited to meet all of his friends, even if it was a big group as he helped me into the boat. Jack’s face dropped once more as he explained that his friends would be taking up all the guest rooms, hesitating before telling me why that was upsetting.

“So I’m guessing we’re sharing a room,” I asked as I put two and two together. Panic flashed across Jack’s face as he stuttered to respond.

“Yeah, well, it looks like we are. If you’re okay with that. I can sleep on the couch if that makes you uncomfortable,” Jack rambled as he paced back and forth on the boat. Standing from the comfortable seat I was planted on, I placed both my arms on Jack’s shoulders to stop him.

“Jack, I’m completely fine with that. It doesn’t bother me at all, but thank you for being so concerned for my comfort,” I offered him a reassuring smile as his eyes finally met mine. His features softened at my soft tone, I could practically feel the tension melting away from him.

“I just know it’s early and I don’t want to rush you,” Jack’s voice was softer and calmer as he spoke.

“Jacky, you aren’t rushing me! Now if you don’t want to cuddle with me, I’ll understand,” I teased him, jokingly poking his side. Finally his signature smile graced his lips once again.

“Oh I don’t think I’ll ever say no to that offer,” he smirked before leaning in and pressing his lips to my forehead. The kiss was soft, gentle…like a thank you for calming him.

“Now let’s get going, I want to see this gorgeous lake you always talk about,” I commented as I gestured towards the driver's seat. Jack simply smiled and took his place behind the wheel, pulling me down into his lap as he started the engine. This was turning out to be the perfect day.

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Once Jack and I returned from the water, preparations for the barbecue were in full swing. Jack and I walked into the kitchen to find Quinn instructing Luke on how to slice the tomatoes for burgers. It was quite comical really, Luke was rolling his eyes behind Quinn’s back and as a result, almost sliced his finger. When Jack and I started snickering, Quinn and Luke were alerted to our presence.

“Ahh if it isn’t the love birds who got out of helping,” Luke smirked at the two of us. His eyes landed on our intertwined hands as we stood in the kitchen. His comments earned him a smack from Quinn as a result.

“This is a barbecue in Kira’s honor, we aren’t going to make her help,” Jack scolded Luke. It was quite cute to see him go into older brother mode.

“Kira, we made sure to get you dairy free cheese for the burgers,” Quinn commented, completely ignoring his bickering brothers.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet,” I smiled gratefully at him.

“Anything for you baby,” Jack replied as he pressed his lips to my temple. Melting in his embrace for a moment before excusing myself to go change my outfit. Jack scurried past me to carry my bag up to his room for me, which earned him a sweet kiss as a thank you.

Once I changed into an outfit that my friends had deemed ‘hot enough for Jack but not too hot for his friends’ I touched up my makeup and made my way back downstairs. I noticed that everything had shifted outside and there were more people with the Hughes boys. Instantly feeling my palms start to sweat, I shook them out and took a deep breath. This is a huge deal; meeting the brothers and the friends on the same day. Jack is worth it though, meeting all these people is worth it because I get to be a part of his life.

“Kira,” Jack’s voice tore me from my thoughts as my eyes refocused and I noticed the handsome brunette standing in front of me. The nerves melted away as Jack wrapped an arm around my waist, he was starting to feel more and more like home. “Ready for this?”

“For you? Absolutely,” I smiled as I wrapped my arm around him and let him guide me outside. My ears were instantly met with loud voices and rambunctious laughter that died down when everyone took in my sudden presence. All the guys were staring at Jack and I, eyes wide like they’ve never seen Jack with a girl before. That honestly seems unlikely to me.

“Guys, this is Kira,” Jack started as I was met with a chorus of hello’s. Waving sheepishly as the large group of hockey players, Jack began his introductions of the guys that I have heard so many stories about. “Kira, this is Alex, Cole, Trevor, Brady, Matty, and Nico who you’ve met before.”

I nodded at each of them, offering a nervous smile as I tried to remember who was who. There was an awkward silence as they all stared at me for a moment, perhaps judging if I was worthy of their friend. Nico broke the silence by pulling me into a hug and suddenly there were the murmurs of talkative boys once again. Some of the guys shook my hand, Alex and Brady simply waved, Matty pulled me in for a surprising hug, and Trevor was…well Trevor. Just as I was settling back into Jack’s embrace, a smirk settled on Trevor’s face. Based on Jack’s stories, I knew what was coming next would be interesting.

“So you’re the cougar that’s preying on our precious Jack,” Trevor deadpanned. I inhaled abruptly and choked on my saliva, causing me to cough for a moment. He was smirking but I couldn’t tell if he was serious. Quinn smacked the back of Trevor’s head and muttered ‘moron’. The rest of the guys looked between Jack and Trevor with uncertainty. However, I felt Jack’s grip tighten around my waist as his body tensed up, this being the only time he’s ever reacted this way in my presence.

I heard Luke whisper to Quinn, “can she be a cougar if they’re like 4 years apart?”

“Dude, what the fuck? Could you just shut the fuck up,” Jack snapped at his friend. Instinctively I leaned in closer to him, placing my hand on his chest in comfort.

“It was a joke man,” Trevor chuckled, throwing his arms up in defense.

“Not a funny one, don’t say shit like that to her,” Jack’s voice was dripping with frustration. A tone I had never heard in him before. Looking between the friends and the other boys, it was easy to figure out that these two didn’t usually fight. Leaning into his ear, I whisper ‘it’s okay’ to try to calm him.

“Okay, man. I’m sorry,” Trevor replied, his tone significantly less cocky than before.

“Don’t say sorry to me,” Jack warned.

“I’m sorry Kira,” Trevor offered. I nodded in return, wracking my brain for something to say.

“It’s okay. Also if I remember correctly, he came onto me first, so I definitely wasn’t preying on him,” I replied sarcastically. Everyone broke out into raucous laughter.

“Jack you dog,” Trevor teased.

“Always liked the older ladies,” Cole chimed in.

“I did not come onto you first,” Jack scoffed, staring down at me in shock.

“Sure you didn’t,” I winked at him. “Agree to disagree,” I offered before standing on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his gently, which quickly earned whistles from the other guys.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch. Trevor apologized profusely to Jack and I once everyone broke into separate conversations. Jack clearly wasn’t one to hold a grudge but gave Trevor a look that clearly set him straight. Trevor then went on to ask me about all the crazy stories I had from working in a bar and made the big claim that he’s never embarrassed himself while drinking, all the guys reminded him of the times he has after that.

Cole and Alex seemed genuinely interested in what I was taking in school and why I went for a second degree. Cole declared that he would’ve been a doctor if he hadn’t been a hockey player to which Jack told him he wasn’t smart enough for that. Matty asked me flat out why I wanted to date a 19 year old if I was 23, which earned him an elbow from Brady and Nico. Quinn and Trevor bickered like an old married couple, honestly reminding me of my grandparents at times. Luke tried to sneak a beer once or twice, which no one would allow.

I spent most of the night comfortably seated in Jack’s lap. Normally the open affection in front of others would make me flinch, but with Jack it brought me calm and comfort. Jack continuously asked me if I was enjoying myself or if I needed another drink or if I wanted another burger. He even ate the dairy free cheese on his burger after Trevor said it looked gross.

Jack and I spent the evening telling stories of how we met, how Jack ‘bagged’ me, our first date, and so much more. I never expected his brothers or his friends to care this much about our relationship but they never seemed bored. I was able to learn so much more about Jack and why he is who he is from his brothers and friends. Jack notably cringed when Cole told a story of the time Jack tried to ‘hit on some ladies’ while he was playing for team USA. Trevor excitedly pointed out how badly it went. Jack looked like he wanted to crawl out of his skin when Quinn found a few baby pictures of Jack on his phone for me, they made my heart melt completely. If my heart wasn’t with this man before, it surely was now.

Trevor insisted I play on his team when a beer pong game broke out, excited to find that I had decent skills. Skills so decent in fact, that I beat every guy there. Matty chalked it up to the extra life experience I had, but the rest of the guys gave me ‘mad respect’. Jack told me that he had never been prouder of ‘his girl’, which made me melt even more. Jack was quickly corrected when the party moved inside and I beat Trevor at Halo quite easily; then Jack declared that I was the best girl he ever dated.

All of the guys seemed to accept me with open arms, literally. They all insisted on hugs when Jack and I were heading upstairs. Trevor apologized for being a douche once again, I told him it was water under the bridge and Jack reminded him not to mess with me. Alex reminded us to ‘use protection’ as we headed up the stairs, which earned him an elbow from Nico. Luke let out a horrified gasp and asked Quinn if he would be able to hear us through the walls. That earned Luke the middle finger from Jack and myself.

Jack and I settled into our room quite comfortably. He asked a million questions about my skin care routine, even asking if I brought any of those ‘face mask things’. He sat with me the whole time I was getting ready for bed; asking me what I thought of the day, if I liked the lake, what I thought of his brothers, and if his friends were overwhelming. Jack even turned his back as I changed into my pajamas, thank god I packed cute ones. He let me choose my side of the bed and kept a respectful distance once we got under the covers. He quickly loosened up when I reminded him about the cuddling and we fell asleep peacefully wrapped in each other's arms.

The night was a major success on every front, the more I learned about Jack the more invested in him I became. He spent the whole evening ensuring I was comfortable and content, I’ve never had that before. As hesitant as I was to meet Jack and as much as I ran from relationships, he had convinced me to jump into this full force. He convinced me that I was safe with him, that he would never rush me and that he would always try to understand my feelings. Jack really was the guy I never expected to meet, but he completely changed my life. I wanted him all to myself, to be mine completely, to be my boyfriend.

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Waking up in Jack’s arms the next morning was like waking up in a dream. It was a dream you never wanted to end as I basked in the comfort of his warm arms. We spent what felt like forever cuddling, pressing soft kisses to each other's lips, and talking about how happy we were in that moment. I was surprised by how much Jack was opening up to me, it made my heart swell every time he shared something personal with me.

This morning he told me that this is the happiest he’s ever been aside from his draft day. We were in the middle of a passionate exchange, it was rudely interrupted by Trevor who barged in and immediately upon noticing we were making out in bed, screamed and covered his eyes. This drew the attention of some of the others and suddenly there was a group of hockey players crowded outside the bedroom door.

“Ew, could you guys make out somewhere private,” Luke groaned as he shielded his eyes with Trevor.

“We were!” Jack shouted as he tossed a pillow at the door and yelled at his friends to get out of the room. As the door was closing Quinn gently reminded us that the boat would be leaving in 45 minutes for the day.

“So much for our peaceful morning,” I muttered as I stretched out, now fully adjusting to being awake. Jack groaned unhappily next to me, I leaned over and pressed my lips to his once more. “We have to get up,” I mumbled against his lips.

“Want to stay here with you,” Jack responded, holding me tightly against his body.

“But the boat day,” I encouraged him.

“Like you more than the boat,” Jack muttered as he chased my lips.

“If we don’t get up they’ll just come back,” I pointed out. Jack sighed in response and threw the covers off both of us. Jack offered me his hand to help me out of bed as we both went about our business getting ready. I changed into a simple and respectable bikini that was a little hot for Jack but not too hot for his friends before throwing on some shorts and a tank top.

When we were both ready, we made our way downstairs, hand-in-hand to grab some breakfast before heading out for the day. Jack had me sit at the island while he got my coffee ready and made me a plate of pancakes. Trevor told Jack how ‘whipped’ he was, which earned Trevor glares from both of us. Quinn smacked Trevor on the back of the head while he walked behind him to bring me an orange juice. I couldn’t help but smile at how sweet the Hughes’ boys were being to me, it’s like I’m part of the family.

After a quick breakfast, Jack and I helped Quinn pack the cooler full of snacks before we made our way down to the boat. The boat was very impressive and could fit all of us with no trouble. Trevor and Luke snickered while Jack helped me with sunscreen, but quickly stopped laughing an hour later when they decided to put some on as well. The Michigan sun was beating down on us and I was absolutely loving lake life with Jack. The water was calm, the sun sparkled as it hit the blue lake. We were surrounded by lake houses, trees, and open water; this is the good life.

We spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon out on the water. Drinking, wake surfing, eating, swimming, laughing, and having a good time. I grew more and more comfortable with Jack’s friends, my nerves had officially faded about getting to know them. To my surprise, Jack was very affectionate in front of his friends, constantly keeping me close throughout the day. We were either sitting together, sharing food, or I was in his lap enjoying myself.

Jack definitely showed off when he was demonstrating wake surfing to me, throwing in a few special tricks. He offered me endless encouragement as I got out there myself to try it and even managed to stay up for a minute or so. While Jack was helping me back in the boat, he whispered ‘good girl’ in my ear, obviously gesturing to my first attempt at wake surfing. Those words made my legs weak as I got all warm and fuzzy inside. Coupled with his killer smile and his gorgeous blue eyes, Jack was really looking good out here in his element.

Later in the day while we were relaxing and drying off in the sun, no longer zooming around on the boat, Quinn brought up the plans for the evening. He explained to the guys that they would be grabbing food at the pub before hitting up a party at a nearby lake house. Jack took the opportunity to tell me about the chicken he was marinating for tonight, which caught the attention of some of the guys.

“Wait, why aren’t you coming to the party?” Cole questioned.

“I’m cooking for Kira,” Jack responded simply.

“Why aren’t you cooking for all of us?” Matty questioned.

“I have a special night planned for us,” Jack explained.

“So we’re not special?” Trevor asked, feigning hurt.

“Kira is special in a different way,” Jack smiled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I couldn’t help but blush as all the guys smirked at this gesture.

“That’s his nice way of saying you aren’t special,” Quinn fired back at Trevor who immediately started bickering with the eldest Hughes brother. The bickering only ended when Quinn pushed Trevor into the lake, which started an all out war between the boys. Jack and I laughed from the sidelines as we took in this perfect day out on the water.

Something about tonight felt different from our other dates. Like Jack was really putting in an effort to make tonight special. He had the meal all preplanned and was even sending his friends out so we could be alone. I was practically beaming in anticipation at the thought of uninterrupted alone time with Jack, we really didn’t have much of that recently. There’s something I definitely want to bring up to him if the time is right tonight…and I hope it is because I want Jack to be mine.

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The blissful afternoon we shared on the glistening water came and went all too quickly. I wanted to stay wrapped in Jack’s arms on the boat forever as the rippling water rocked us gently. Before I knew it we were docking by the lake house once more and the guys were getting ready for their night out. Trevor was still whining about Jack kicking him out of the house for the evening, but no one else seemed to mind.

I freshened up in Jack’s room after our long day in the sun. Quickly hopping in the shower as Jack got changed, I noticed his eyes lingering on my body as I gathered my clothes. His gaze was hot on my skin, sending tingles throughout my body.

Deciding to tease him just a bit, I pretended that the knot in my bikini top was too hard for me to untie. As Jack’s fingertips fiddled with the knot his fingers touched brushed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Once the knot was untied Jack held the strings for a moment, giving my hip a playful squeeze before letting me go. Sweetening the deal even more, I let the bikini top drop to the ground as my back was turned to him before grabbing my clothes and strutting to the bathroom. Smirking as I heard Jack let out an exasperated groan as I closed the door behind me, I got down to work, wanting to look fresh for my special evening with Jack. He kept mentioning that tonight was special, even though I didn’t know exactly why, I felt the same way. I could tell something special was going to happen tonight.

After putting a few more soft curls in my hair I took a step back to look in the mirror. It was a simple but cute look, black romper that was a little low cut to give Jack a nice view, simple makeup and wavy hair. Smiling, I was happy with my work as I brushed my fingers on my romper to smooth it, letting out a shaky breath as I did so. Take a deep breath Kira and relax. This is Jack, he’s not going to hurt you like the other guys. Jack is different. I thought to myself as I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. Letting out another deep breath, I felt the butterflies fade.

Stepping out of Jack’s room I closed the door gently as my feet padded softly on the floor. Gingerly making my way down the stairs I noticed there wasn’t anyone in the living room as I turned into the kitchen. Jack’s back was to me as he focused on something on the stove. He was wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt, simple but incredibly hot on him.

“Have the boys left?” I interrupted his focus as he glanced over his shoulder, gaze landing on me. A smile formed on Jack’s lips as his eyes flitted up and down my body, taking in my appearance.

“They left 5 minutes ago baby,” Jack smiled through his teeth as he set down the spoon he was using to stir something. Jack strides over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist as his warm lips pressed to my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed as I took in his scent, somehow he always smells of sandalwood. “You look beautiful baby,” Jack complimented as he leaned back taking in my appearance once again.

“Thanks Jacky,” I returned his smile as I gave his biceps a squeeze. My bottom lip pulled in between my teeth as I took in his look once more, his t-shirt accentuated his muscles in all the right way. I was on fire right now. Before I knew it, Jack was spinning me around and steering me towards one of the chairs at the island. Pulling out the chair, he gestured for me to take a seat, I smiled as he helped me into the stool and pushed me closer to the island. “What a gentleman,” I smirked as he made his way to the fridge.

“Wine or beer Kira?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder as he held the door open.

“Do you have Rosè?” I asked softly.

“Do I have Rosè?” Jack snorted. “Of course I do, it’s your favorite,” he replied as he pulled out a bottle and set out for a glass. Jack was quiet as he went to the cabinet for a glass, I watched him intently, noticing that his hand shook as he pulled the glass from the cabinet. Shaking hands seemed out of character for him.

He sweetly placed the glass of wine in front of me and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before stepping away to return to the meal. He was laser focused on the pot on the stove as silence filled the room around us. Silence was so unusual for Jack, usually it was hard to get him to stop talking. His movements were jerky as he flung the fridge door open, pulling vegetables out left and right. A tomato slid from his fingers and bounced on the floor when he let out a ‘shit’ under his breath. Something was definitely up.

“So what’s on the menu chef Jack?” I asked, trying to ease the tension that had built up quickly in the room. Jack didn’t answer me right away as he was searching the cabinets for a cutting board. Silence droned on, the only thing to be heard was the shutting of cabinets. “Jack?”

“Huh?” He questioned as I regained his attention. This was completely unlike him, he was usually so attentive to me while we were together. Something was up.

“Okay, Jack come here a second,” I held out my hands for him as he dropped the cutting board on the counter for me and came to stand in front of me, his hands shaking as he laced his fingers with mine. “Jacky what’s going on?”

“Nothing, what do you mean?” He deadpanned, eyes darting around as he avoided my gaze.

“Jacky, look at me,” one of my hands dropped his as I took his face in my hand gently, giving him no other option but to look at me. “You seem stressed, what’s going on?” I asked once more. His eyes shut, as he leaned into my touch.

“Kira it’s nothing,” he brushed off again.

“It’s so clearly not nothing Jack, you can tell me anything,” I encouraged as I stroked his cheek gently. His eyes opened and his gaze finally met mine.

“Anything?”

“Anything Jacky.”

He let out a shaky breath before beginning, “I’m nervous I guess because I want tonight to be special.”

Gently yanking him closer to me, his other arm wrapped around my waist. “Jacky, you have gone out of your way to make this whole trip special. Truly, you have been so attentive to everything I need. What is it about tonight?”

“I just has to be special,” he sighed.

“Why? Are you nervous that I won't like the food?”

“No it’s not that, it’s…” he trailed off, seemingly searching his mind for the right words. I continued to stroke his cheek, offering him my silent but gentle reassurance. He has been such a rock for me, and has allowed me to feel safe opening up about so many things. I want him to feel the same way about me. It’s not too often I see a guy showing his emotions or his nerves. This is actually quite refreshing. “I’m nervous that I’m going to screw this up,” he blurted out suddenly. My eyes softened at his confession, love flooding my face as the middle Hughes boy gazed down at me.

“Jacky, why do you think you’re going to screw this up?” I asked gently.

“Kira, this is my first adult relationship. I haven’t ever had a serious girlfriend, you’ve been through so much and I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to hurt you,” Jack confessed. My other hand dropped his as both my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer to me.

“Jack, you are so incredibly caring, sensitive, and affectionate. You make me feel things that no one else ever has. I know you’re worried, and I was too but you make me feel safe.” Jack’s gaze softened as he looked down at me.

“I do?”

“Yes Jack, you make me feel more safe than any relationship I’ve ever had. Just because you haven’t had a serious relationship, doesn’t mean you’re going to screw this up,” I explained as my fingers toyed with the ends of his hair.

“You think so?” He questioned.

“I can’t guarantee everything will be perfect but we’re so good together. You are so mature Jack, who cares that this is your first adult relationship.”

A smile danced across his lips at my words, “can I tell Quinn that you called me mature?” He joked as we both burst out in laughter.

“I’ll tell him myself,” I teased as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. “Do you feel better?”

He nodded silently, “thank you,” he gave me a squeeze.

“Always Jacky,” I smiled as I leaned into his embrace. We stayed like this for a few moments, reveling in each other's touch. “Now can I go back to something you said?” I broke the silence. “You said you’ve never had a serious girlfriend, is that what I am to you?”

Jack leaned back in my arms and studied my face, clearly trying to gauge my reaction. “Girlfriend?” He asked to which I nodded, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I anticipated his response. “I would like you to be that, my girlfriend.”

I was quiet for a moment before a smile broke out on my lips, “really?” my voice filled with hope.

“Kira, be mine, be my girlfriend,” Jack stated confidently, he definitely has his swagger back. Confident but not cocky.

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend Jacky,” I giggled. His signature smirk graced his face at my silly response.

“That sounds like a fair deal,” he commented as he chased my lips. As he leaned in and our lips brushed each other’s he asked, “so you’re my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” I giggled as his breath danced against my skin. “And you’re my boyfriend?”

“Damn right,” he chuckled before finally planting his lips on mine. I melted into his warmth as our lips danced on one another’s. The kiss was hungry and passionate as the tension of everything that was unsaid over the past weeks was finally out in the open. Jack Hughes is my boyfriend, I thought as I smiled against his lips. This gave him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips as he deepened the kiss.

We broke apart when the kitchen timer started chiming, both so startled we practically jumped. I reluctantly let Jack go tend to the food, though I would be content spending the whole night wrapped in his arms, cuddling, amongst other things.

“So, what’s on the menu boyfriend?,” the words dripped off my lips like velvet. Jack couldn’t hide the smile that was spread across his face.

“Greek chicken, lemon roasted potatoes, and salad,” Jack listed as he checked on the dish in the oven and reset the timer before turning his attention back to the vegetables on the island that needed to be chopped.

“That sounds amazing, my boyfriend is such a chef,” I teased as he tried to focus on the food in front of him.

“No distractions or this will be a failed attempt at being a chef,” he smirked as he started cutting the tomato.

“Need any help?” I asked, ready to rise from my stool.

“No!” Jack practically shouted. “Tonight is all about you and how special you are, so stay relaxing,” his gaze was intense as he mentioned how special I am. I practically combusted right then and there at the intensity in his eyes. They were burning a hole in me, tonight definitely was special.

“Well I am the luckiest girlfriend,” I smiled as I leaned back and sipped my wine. Jack in fact remembered my favorite brand.

“I’d say I’m the lucky one,” he commented as he tossed the chopped tomatoes in a bowl.

I happily enjoyed the show as he literally waited on me for the rest of the evening. My wine glass never emptied, and when I wanted to move on to something else so I wasn’t drunk before the food came, he had sweet tea ready for me. As the evening went on, he lit candles that suddenly appeared on the island. I was surprised there were candles anywhere to be found in this lake house. When dinner was ready, I was beyond impressed at the caliber of his cooking skills. The meal was even better than the one I served him on our first date.

The evening really did remind me of our first date as he cleaned up the meal and insisted I sit and relax. We’ve really come so far from that first date though. We barely knew each other then, but now it feels like I’ve known him forever. He’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend. He’s mine and I’m his. I want tonight to be even more special.

After dinner, we made our way to the couch in the living room as I settled in his arms. “You know, you really did make me feel special tonight,” I commented as I stared up at him. He met my gaze and smiled, giving my shoulder a squeeze as he did so.

“Good, I wanted to. You deserve this all the time, you make me feel special all the time,” his voice dropped a few octaves as he shifted on the couch, pulling me even closer into his side.

“You are special,” I licked my lips as I continued to stare into his eyes. His gaze is so intense, I felt my thighs squeeze together, desperate for some friction. Jack’s hand shifted from my shoulder to my thigh as my breath became so shallow it practically left my body. “Thank you for this whole night Jacky,” my voice shook as I spoke.

“Anything for you pretty girl,” his voice so sweet it practically dripped honey. That was a first with that nickname and set fireworks off in my entire body.

“You know, now that we’re official there is something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” a mischievous smile spread across my lips.

“Oh yeah,” he leaned forward as his hand slid further up my thigh.

“You look hot in that shirt,” I breathed out. The tension in the air was thick, palpable.

“Do I?” He smirked as he leaned over me, his lips were close enough to feel their warmth.

“Jacky,” I let out a whine. Need so deep within my body that I didn’t recognize it, my whole body was tingling. So sensitive that one touch might do me in.

“Kira,” he teased as his tongue ran across his bottom lip. I let out a nervous breath, gathering whatever courage I needed. God, I felt like I was floating.

“I need you,” as soon as the words left my lips Jack leaned into me with the most intense, earth shattering kiss I have ever experienced. He quickly pushed me back on the couch, settling on top of me as my thighs wrapped around his hips. Heat pooled within me as my desire grew even more for Jack. A moan escaped my lips as he nipped at my lip, he was intoxicating.

He settled more of his weight on me as I felt him brush against my core. “Jack!” I gasped as shocks ran through me. His fingers toyed with the strap of my romper, gently sliding it down my shoulder. My skin burned at his touch. I never wanted this to end, I wanted his hands on my skin forever.

Just as Jack started toying with my other strap, causing me to whimper, the back door to the lake house swung open quite aggressively.

“Jack man, I need to use your shower,” Trevor exclaimed as Jack and I scrambled apart. Sitting up on the couch, I fiddled with the strap of my romper, making sure everything was back inside where it should be. Despite our disheveled appearance, none of the boys seemed any the wiser as they barged back into the lake house.

“Why do you need my shower?” Jack questioned, his voice filled with annoyance at his friend's rude interruption. They were so oblivious to what they just barged into.

“Cole spilled his beer on me when some girl puked on Quinn and Luke. So safe to say the showers will be occupied,” he explained as all the guys filed through the kitchen, some settling on the couches and some filing into the respective bathrooms.

“Soo, how was dinner?” excitement filled Cole’s voice as he wiggled his eyebrows at us. Jack and I exchanged a heated look, Alex was turning on the tv as Matty was doling out the gaming controllers. Oh my gosh they’re never going to leave us alone.

“Dinner was good, ya know, I was actually going to take Kira out for a boat ride,” Jack uttered as he reached for my hand and pulled me off the couch as he rose up. Smiling gratefully at him, we both started to scurry out of the living room.

“But the sun is setting, why would you go out on the boat?” Brady questioned as some game was being fired up on the flatscreen.

“Sunset tour,” Jack scrambled as we both stumbled to throw on shoes. Desperate for the touch of one another and nervous that the boys would follow once more.

“Yeah, it’s going to be beautiful,” I proclaimed as I yanked the door open.

“Gotta go, don’t want to miss it,” Jack called as he pulled the door closed behind him and wrapped his arm around me again.

We practically sprinted off the deck and down the grass to the dock, still fearing that the boys would be behind us suddenly. We made it to the dock in no time as Jack and I started untying the ropes, luckily I had experience in this, so we could move things along more quickly. Jack hopped in the boat, reaching out his hand to help me in.

Once I was settled in a seat, Jack got behind the wheel and fired up the engine. Not hesitating as he threw the boat in gear and sped away from the dock. My knee was bouncing as the water whipped past us, both of us clearing eager to resume our activities. “Don’t worry, I know a really secluded spot,” Jack commented as he glanced at me briefly.

“Oh, do this often Hughes?” I teased at his comment, shifting forward in my seat.

“No, god, no I—,” he stammered. My hand went to rest on his knee, squeezing a little.

“Just hurry,” I instructed and hurry he did. It took us a few minutes but we made it to a quiet spot away from the other houses and the prying eyes of others. Jack shut off the boat, turned on the dim lights before coming to sit on the bench next to me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I leaned into him, my head resting on the shoulder as we enjoyed the quiet nature surrounding us.

“You know, we don’t have to do this,” his voice just above a whisper as we watched a duck swim by.

Turning my head, I glanced up to read his expression. “Jack, I want to!”

“I just don’t want you to feel rushed, or pressured because we made it official tonight,” his gaze met mine as his blue eyes stared deeply into mine. A rush of warmth flooded through me, desire yes, but also a sense of safety and gratitude.

“I don’t feel rushed at all Jack, I want this,” I gestured between us. “I want you.” His eyes darkened as our gaze remained interlocked.

“If you’re sure,” he wondered out loud once more. I nodded eagerly as a smirk danced across his lips. His hand tangled in my hair as he pulled me in for a searing kiss. Lips locked in a heated make out session, only breaking apart as we both fumbled to pull Jack’s shirt over his head.

His tongue quickly won the battle against mine as I moaned against his lips, pulling away for air, both huffing as I reached for the straps of my romper. Pulling the straps against my fingers and sliding them to the edge of my shoulders, I let them drop down. Getting bold, I stood up, letting the romper slide down my body as it pooled at my feet. Jack groaned as he pulled me back to the bench.

“I like this,” he smirked as he ran his fingers along the lacy material of my strapless bra. His fingers brushed my skin as they slid around my back to unclasp the bra. The bra was pulled from my body as Jack let out a sharp breath. “Shit you are beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned forward to nibble on my neck.

Sucking and nipping playful he trailed down my neck to my collar bone before licking my skin and taking his nipple in my mouth. Twirling his tongue around my nipple I threw my head back, a moan escaping me as he continued sucking my breast. His other hand slid up my stomach, before pinching my other nipple in his fingers.

“Oh god Jack,” I whimpered as he continued licking and nipping my sensitive skin. “Don’t tease me,” I whined as my hand knotted in his hair.

“Let me make you feel good baby,” his voice was soft yet full of desire. I nodded my head, wetness pooled in my core as he gently eased me onto my back on the bench, placing kisses on my chest and stomach as he slithered his way down my body. “Can I take these off?” He questioned as his fingers ghosted over my underwear, snapping the lacy strap against my skin.

Nodding my head vigorously, I opened my legs to help him out. He chuckled lowly, “I need your words baby.” He continued to toy with the lace underwear as I squirmed underneath him.

“Yes Jacky,” I whined as he finally hooked his thumbs under the material. Lifting my hips as he pulled the underwear down my legs, he didn’t let me settle after that. Sliding my legs over his shoulders he settled between my thighs, pressing gentle kisses to my sensitive skin.

“Good girl,” his voice filled with pride as his breath ghosted over my sensitive core.

“No teasing,” I warned as I leaned up on my elbows to make eye contact with him.

“Not teasing,” he smirked. Before I could respond he wrapped his perfect lips around my clit and sucked gently. My arms went weak as I fell back and moaned. “That feel good baby?”

“Yes,” I moaned out as he twirled his tongue around my sensitive bud. Wrapping his lips around it once more, he sucked harder as my eyes shut, bliss setting in. My hand laced through his hair as I tugged on his disheveled locks. “More Jack,” I moaned as his tongue dragged through my folds.

“Tell me what you need baby.”

All I could do was whimpered and writhe beneath him as his tongue toyed with my entrance. My grip on his hair tightened as his tongue prodded my sopping entrance, it’s been too long since someone has touched me like this. Every move of his tongue consumed me, I was floating in a haze of pleasure. I was drunk on Jack Hughes.

“Jack,” I cried out. He lifted his head as I whimpered as the loss of his mouth.

“What do you need, baby? Want you to feel good,” he encouraged.

“Your fingers,” I whined, desperate to feel him again.

“My fingers,” he smirked up at me.

“And that amazing tongue,” I breathed out as our eyes met for a second. He stared at me a moment longer before I gave him another tug on his hair. My legs quivered as I anticipated his burning touch on my skin.

“Good girl baby,” he exclaimed before he dove back in, his tongue swirling around my clit again as one of his fingers teased my entrance. By this time I was practically dripping as he slid his finger into me and started thrusting. He moved his finger for a few moments before a second finger teased my hole. He pumped his fingers inside me before curling them in a way that made me see stars.

“Jack,” I cried out as I arched off the bench, my other hand curling into his hair. Jack started pumping his fingers faster as he felt me squeeze around him, I wasn’t going to last much longer. He flattened his tongue against my clit and shook his head back and forth. “I’m close,” I whimpered as he gently nipped at my clit.

“Let go baby,” he encouraged as I gripped his fingers like a vice. Heat was spreading through my whole body as tension built in my stomach like an elastic that was about to snap. All the sucking and the thrusting of his fingers was too much. Jack wrapped his fingers around my clit and sucked hard which sent me over the edge. Crying out his name as I grinded down against his fingers. My whole body was pulsing as I rode out my high, as he pumped his fingers a few more times before pulling them out. This was a state of bliss I have never felt before, no man has ever given me this attention, intent solely upon giving me pleasure.

He licked his fingers clean of my juices as he settled between my thighs again. I whimpered at the sight and the loss of his touch. His forehead pressed to mine, “you taste amazing, good girl.”

“You’re amazing,” I exclaimed as my chest was rising as I caught my breath. Jack pressed his lips to mine, swirling his tongue with mine so I could taste my juices. “My turn,” I mumbled against his lips.

“Baby I’m not going to last, need to be inside you,” as he pressed his lips to mine again. He pulled away to unbutton his jeans, quickly kicking them off with his boxers. His hard cock sprung up as he shed the last of his clothes. Licking my lips I took in his full appearance, he was big, but not aggressively so. Those thighs and his biceps, I was in pure heaven.

“Wait, do you have a condom?” I paused, breaking away from the blissful dream I was living. His movements froze for a moment, his head dropped.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. I groaned in frustration at the thought of this ending.

“I suppose you don’t keep any on here?” I gestured to the boat. He shook his head in disappointment. We were both silent for a moment as he hovered over me. Neither of us moved as the tension stopped time. “Well, are you clean?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Am I clean?” He repeated, staring down at me. “Yes I am,” he responded hesitantly.

I let out a sigh of relief, “So am I, so screw the condom.”

His eyes widened at my words, “Are you sure?” I nodded in response. “So I’ll have to pull out?” He asked.

“I'm on the pill,” I reassured him. The fear and disappointment that had crept onto his face quickly melted away as a smile formed once more. He reached down and gave himself a few tugs, making sure he was ready.

“Let's do this,” he settled between my thighs, running the tip of his cock through my folds. “Ready?” He paused as he took himself in his hand and prodded my entrance.

“Yes Jacky,” I nodded as he slowly slid inside stretching my walls to their capacity. He went slowly as I gripped him tightly. Squeezing my eyes shut I let out a shaky breath, trying to relax as he bottomed out.

“You okay,” he paused his movements.

“Yeah, just been a while,” I whimpered as he filled me to the core. His movements remained halted as his hand slid between us and his fingers began toying with my clit. Quickly the pain of being so full turned into a searing pleasure as I moaned at his ministrations. “You can move,” I breathed. Jack pulled out before rolling his hips against mine, resuming his movements. His hands rested on my hips as he thrusted into me, fingers pressing crescents into my skin as I gasped.

“Shit Kira,” he groaned as I clenched around him. He snapped his hips harder, sliding me back on the seat. My head was now hanging off the edge of the bench as Jack pounded into me, skin slapping against skin as he moved me further off the bench with each thrust of his hips.

My neck was not enjoying this angle, as my hand found his chest and pushed against him. “Stop!” I said gently. His movements froze instantly.

“Did I hurt you?” Nerves filled his voice as I lifted my head to meet his eyes.

“No Jack! You feel amazing, this isn’t working for my neck though.”

“Oh shit, you’re like half off the bench,” he commented as he finally took in the full extent of the force his thrusts had.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” I suggested as my hand pushed against his chest more firmly. He pulled out as I drew my legs closer to my chest and sat up. He sat back against the bench, thighs splaying open. Grabbing onto his shoulders, nails scraping his skin as I swung my leg over his lap so I was straddling him. Rolling my hips against his, we both let out a moan.

“No teasing,” he whined. Smiling at the effect I had on him, I reached down between us and lined his cock up with my entrance. I finally sink down on him as a moan escapes my parted lips. A groan escapes Jack as I start grinding against his pubic bone. Gently rocking my hips, twisting them in a circle as I envelope him within my velvety walls.

I lift myself up, sliding down as I start to bounce on his cock, he slides into me deeper at this angle. My hands rest on his chest as I rock myself back and forth. My eyes roll back as our skin slaps against each other gasping in pleasure.

“Doing so good,” Jack whispers as his fingers palm at my ass. My pace quickens as I feel myself squeeze around him at the sound of his praise.

“Jack, fuck,” I cry out as I bounce up and down. “I’m not going to last long.” My legs start to ache from my movements as the knot in my stomach grows tighter. Jack plants his feet on the floor, lifting his hips to meet mine.

“So good, fuck,” he breathes out as I squeeze him harder. “Such a good girl.” The pressure grows more intense as I feel him twitch inside me, “you like that don’t you?” He asks as I let out another gasp.

“Jack,” I cried as he plowed into me, my hips rocking harder against his. Leaning my head down I capture his lips in mine as his finger snakes around my waist and starts rubbing circles on my clit. The pressure builds as I squeeze around Jack. I sink my teeth into his lip as I clench harder.

“Come on baby,” Jack encourages as he rocks his hips up to meet mine. My legs start shaking as I stop my movements, my breath hitching as Jack continues to pound into me. My orgasm hits me like a freight train as I drop my head against Jack’s shoulder. He lets out a strangled groan as he rocks against me a few times before I feel his warmth fill me up. Slowly his hips drop as I drop back into his lap, he presses soft kisses against my neck as we both struggle to catch our breath.

“That was—,” I trail off, still blissing out from my high.

“Fucking amazing,” Jack whispers in my ear, giving me a playful nip on my earlobe. We both stay wrapped around each other, as he stays inside me until we fully catch our breath. “Here baby, my good girl,” he helps me off my lap, I whimper as he pulls out and stands up. He walks to the adjacent bench, lifting the seat and rustling around, he pulls out a towel and comes back. Spreading my thighs gently as he runs the towel along our juices that are dripping out of me, cleaning up the mess we made.

Once he’s done cleaning me up he tosses the towel to the side, grabbing a fresh towel. He sits down on the bench and pulls me into his lap, draping the towel over the two of us. “I’m so glad you could come see the lake house,” he whispers before pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

“Me too,” I whispered softly, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Do you want to head back?”

“No, want to stay like this for a while,” I nuzzled closer to him as I took in the night sky that was enveloping us. Pressing a kiss to my temple, he pulled me in closer as we snuggled and watched the stars. Truly appreciating the calmness of the nature around us as the gentle waves caused the boat to sway ever so slightly.

I truly was glad I could make the trip down here to see Jack’s lake. This was a place he absolutely loved and I was so grateful to share that experience with him. We both clearly loved lake life in the summer, I feel so honored that he shared his favorite place with me as I had shared mine. To think that yesterday I was a nervous wreck in the airport wondering what our relationship was. Now we’re sitting here under the stars, and I can officially say that Jack Hughes is my boyfriend. As hesitant as I was when I first met him, I am so happy that I pushed through those nerves and put my heart first. He may just be the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

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heartbrkr · 8 months

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a hindrance to peace

SUMMARY You remembered at an inconvenient moment that you weren’t your boyfriend’s first kiss, nor lover.

PAIRING kim sunwoo x gender neutral!reader

GENRE idolverse!au, established relationship, fluff, slight attempt at humor

WORD COUNT 1.6k

WARNINGS a jealous reader and an even more jealous sunwoo, they have a playful argument, two swear words, sunwoo is reader's first bf, nct's haechan mention (you'll see LOL), dialogue heavy

AUTHOR’S NOTE my first tbz/sunwoo fic inspired by this tiktok.. honestly, i'm a bit nervous to post this, but i loved writing it! feedback is greatly appreciated! ☻

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

In between the adrenaline-filled moments with Sunwoo comes its fair share of soft and lingering ones that remind the memory of each other’s outline. Tonight was time for the latter, finding peace in the way your bodies intertwined on the sofa and words exchanged about anything and everything. At least, that was the initial plan.

He was talking about his latest project, accepting an offer to produce another group’s track. You were trying so hard to listen to him describe the vibe of the comeback, but the only thing you could feel was your overflowing pride for him. As a perfectionist, your boyfriend works very hard. You’re beyond delighted to find out that his talents and efforts have been paying off.

Out of excitement, you grab his face with the intention of giving him a congratulatory kiss. You both lean in, prepared to stop talking for the next few minutes, when all of a sudden, a revelation pops into your head:

Remember when he kissed people who weren’t you?

Your eyes are now wide open; you won’t let that slide. Though, you wonder why you’re only realizing it at this very moment.

Sunwoo’s parted lips hover over yours, but they never meet. Your palms no longer squish his cheeks. Simultaneously, you glare down at his mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?” You see his lips move, but his words don’t process for you.

One of your eyes involuntarily twitches, vividly imagining how Sunwoo’s perfect, plush lips have moulded against ones that aren’t yours, sighed names that don't belong to you, caressed others’ skin with his bare hands. Held his past lovers closer with the intent of never letting go (he eventually did, though, obviously).

He can so clearly see your face morphing deeper in distress with every unpleasant thought that makes its way into your brain; hiding your facial expressions wasn’t exactly your best suit.

“Hey.” He sternly tries to call out, yet you’re still stuck in your sulk. For about a minute, he thought you were pulling a prank on him. But with every passing beat that you don’t acknowledge his attempts to pull you out of your state, he starts to feel dread seep into his body.

Gradually losing his cool, he pats the side of your thighs, face, and eventually finds his hands in your own. He shuts his eyes briefly in relief when he feels you return his touch. However, you still aren’t verbally responding.

You’re trying, though, and Sunwoo catches your mouth opening, only to release a deep breath. As you look for the words to verbalize what’s plaguing your mind, you don’t think you can do it without sounding stupid and petty. You know exactly how he’ll react, and you’re unsure if you’re mentally ready to handle that.

Fuck it, you think to yourself after a bit. Might as well say it now than let it get bigger than it actually is.

“Nothing.”

…Is what you weren’t supposed to say.

As you hesitantly look at his face, his features start to grow with impatience, one of the many things you were avoiding. He cuts you off before you could even sound a letter out of defense.

Sunwoo sighs out exaggeratedly. “Well, it must be so unimportant that you deprived me of a makeout, hm?”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at his tone. “What I meant to say was, I remembered something,” he hums back at you rather impatiently, but you dismiss it, merely raising an eyebrow at him, “that I’m not the only person you’ve kissed.”

“Well, yeah. We have talked about this before. Why are you thinking about my exes when we’re about to kiss?” The plural term he uses only adds a prick to your already agitated nerves.

“But you’re all my firsts. Like, we were made for each other, and you were out there fucking around with people who weren’t me? It isn’t fair.” As you say each word aloud, you’re slowly realizing how unserious this was, but you’ll keep stringing the problem along. That’s what he gets for kissing other girls.

He laughs at you in disbelief with his eyebrows furrowed, just as you expected. “You aren’t serious, are you? Sounds like a you problem that you have zero game.”

Sunwoo tries to steal a teasing peck, but you’re faster to block him with a throw pillow, halfheartedly offended by his comment. “But when I bring up the fact that you shoved Changmin just because I said he was attractive before we were dating…”

Pushing the cushion away from his face and to the floor, he looks back at you with the biggest pout you have ever seen. If it weren’t for the context of your current banter, you would’ve already whipped out your phone to take a photo. “That’s because you aren’t supposed to look at men— and women— who aren’t me!”

“Why are you allowed to get jealous and I’m not?”

The raccoon-resembling man in front of you pauses for half a second, lacking a logical argument to counter you. So he says whatever comes to his mind next: “...Because!”

“Changmin didn’t deserve that, by the way.” “Stop that!”

“Not before you tell me why.”

He shakes his head violently and laughs, which eventually turns into a series of cut-off whines. “‘Cause my eyes are only on you! You’re the one I think about, no one else. The only time I talked about my exes was ‘cause you brought the topic up, not me!”

Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, today marked the day that you decided egging a jealous Sunwoo was the best form of personal entertainment. “But if you hid them any longer, wouldn’t you have been lying to me?”

Your boyfriend rubs his hands over his face and dramatically reclines over the sofa’s armrest, his torso gone from your sight. “Yah! You’re insufferable.”

“Someone has to keep up with you somehow.” You tell him before rising from your once comfortable spot. He feels the couch shift when you stand up to get away from him, only furthering the playful argument the both of you are having.

You purposefully pass his line of vision, but it backfires when his hand latches on your ankle, making you jolt in surprise. “No… Get back here…” Trails out of his mouth breathily from the awkward position he’s in.

A few forceful jerks of your leg isn’t enough for him to release you, so you resort to squatting to pinch his arm, which surprisingly works. However, you don’t get far when running away to a Sunwoo-free area, because he’s already right behind you.

He grabs you from your waist, dragging you back to the sofa. You resist his grip but the warmth of his arms is too comfortable to get out of. Intentionally, you make a weak attempt to escape. “Let me go!”

“No.”

“Okay, what if I told you Haechan from NCT was also handsome?”

That was enough for Sunwoo to loosen his hold and turn you around to face him by the doorway of the kitchen, no expression present. You try hard not to laugh at his face, but at the same time contemplating if you were taking this too far.

With the flattest tone he could muster, Sunwoo says to you, “Be serious.”

You couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer, your arms wrapping around him due to cute aggression caused by the man himself. He hugs you back tightly after failing to keep his arms to himself, pretending he’s still upset. Not being able to see his face due to your position, you could only imagine the sulkiest expression gracing his features.

When you pull away from the long embrace, you see the pouty face you visioned. With his cheeks back into your palms, he leans into your touch and you guiltily smile at him. “I’m sorry! I love you, my Sunwoo.”

He smirks at the emphasis on my, feeling the pace of his heart quicken. Of course, nothing gets past you, deciding that a simple mouth twitch was enough to bring up your fresh “fight”.

“Now you apologize. And don’t ask what for, unless you want another round of me pestering you?” His hand flies up to the back of your neck and lays your head on his shoulder, forcing you into another hug. “Nope, no more talking about exes and how you find my friends attractive.”

There’s a pause between his first and next statement, leaving you patiently (loosely used) waiting for the apology that was asked for. To your surprise, his words were spoken sincerely instead of the sarcasm you anticipated.

“I’m sorry for not taking your existence into consideration when I had other partners before you. Won’t happen again. I love you, I promise you’re it for me.”

Your fondness for him multiplies by the thousands, so you show it by squeezing and swaying him to the fullest. Eventually, you start littering pecks all over his face and Sunwoo catches a glimpse of how your eyes are brimming bright with love. He indulges in the feeling, thanking everything and anything that he has you all to himself.

But you abruptly stop to look at him with an undecipherable expression and he resists letting out an irritated groan, thinking you still haven’t dropped the bickering from a few minutes ago.

Faux confusion appears on your face as you look up to the ceiling, index finger rhythmically tapping your chin. “Actually, I can’t really tell that you like me. Could you show me?” You make eye contact with him again, tilting your head with a pout.

Oh. He can do more than that.

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sunnybunnyy2 · 7 months

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Morning pick-me-up

Rosita Espinosa x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral(Rosita receiving), girl x girl, kissing, might be swearing, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Abe’s death, Subish Rosita

Word count: 2.3k

Setting: Season 9 time-skip

AN: this is my first smut and obviously my first girlxgirl fanfic. I decided to try it out because I am making a fanfic on Wattpad and Rosita is one of the love interests so I wanted to get into the vibe of her, and also the lack of fanfics in this fandom is criminal. I have never done this in real life if you couldn’t tell by the writing :/

Your eyes were glued to the bowl in front of you as you used a metal fork to whisk the eggs into scrabbled form.

Eggs that were being laid by the many chickens at Hiltop were beginning to get fewer and fewer in the crates the communities had been trading.

Ever since Rick's demise Michonne had been closing herself off from the other communities which meant they weren’t just losing touch with friends but with resources that could help make Alexandria a better place.

You could sympathize with her. You really could. She had lost the man she loved when she was pregnant, leaving her to not only raise Judith by herself but her unborn child.

That child, RJ, had been a part of Alexandria for nearly a year and a half. But Michonne’s wounds were still sore after an old friend of hers kidnapped Judith and half a dozen other children from the place they thought were safest.

Your fear of another threat outweighed your desire to hang out with your other friends. You could not deal with another saviour's war. Not after what it had done to your girlfriend.

Rosita was left broken after the death of her ex-boyfriend, Abraham. She had confided in you that it wasn’t over the fact that she still loved him, she knew their love wasn’t true; it was because of convenience. She had just been drowning in guilt after the way their last conversation had gone, but with the war long over peace filled the air of Alexandria once again.

They would never forget the lives that were lost but they could begin to live for themselves.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even heard your girlfriends' quiet footsteps.

“Jesus, what did those eggs do to you?” She asked with a snort as she wrapped her arms around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder after she felt you jump at her sudden presence.

“Holy, shit. You scared me.” You replied as you pulled the wet fork out of the batch of over-mixed eggs, sighing in contentment as you poured them into the low-heat pan.

“Hey. baby.” She muttered softly as she pulled her head to the side to lay light kisses on your skin. A smile tugged harshly at her lips as result.

“Hey, yourself.” Your smile turned into a grin as you felt her smile on your neck. Her arms left your waist to rub your sides lightly, causing a laugh to leave your lips at how ticklish it felt.

“I missed you in bed.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep.” You spoke with a faint shrug, feeling guilty about leaving the bed when you knew that she didn’t sleep well alone.

“Don’t say sorry, Baby. Not to me.” Rosita said in a soft but firm voice as her hands clasped tighter around the handles of your waist before slowly turning your body to face her, causing you to stop your stirring of the eggs.

“I- I just know you don’t sleep the best-” You started as you wrapped your arms around her neck, it looked almost like you were about to slow dance.

“I sleep the best when you sleep the best. If you’re not sleeping good neither am I, okay? Don’t be scared to get out of bed, Y/N.” She said firmly and roughly but her words were genuine. They always were. If you ever wanted an honest opinion, Rosita was your girl. She was your girl.

“I love you.” You said as you looked into her eyes, seemingly entranced.

She let out what people would call a giggle before a wide smile pulled on her full lips as she replied, “I love you too, you dork.”

She leaned her pink, pillowy lips towards yours. They rested there for a second before you leaned in the rest of the distance.

Just as any other time your lips became one, you felt a light shock and it felt as though someone was turning your insides into a trampoline. As weird as it sounds, you craved it. You wanted nothing more than to constantly feel what you were feeling. To be constantly lost in her lips.

After a moment Rosita’s hands slid down your hips towards your bottom before squeezing the plush flesh harshly, ripping a moan from your interlocked lips giving Rosita the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue into her parted lips.

Her tongue explored every inch of your mouth like it was the first time all over again. It ran over your gums, your teeth and the roof of your mouth.

No part of your mouth was untouched by Rosita’s skilled tongue, it dove into every nook and cranny making sure to not leave a piece of it untouched.

You pulled one of your hands away from her dark and knotty strands to shove your dominant one under her nightgown to rub on her, now-exposed, stomach.

The cold air nibbled at her skin as the front part of her was exposed to the chilling morning air that blew in from the open kitchen window. Your thumb ran over the smooth skin before you placed that hand on the skin of her back, exposing it even more.

Her nightgown was now only covering one side of her, the other hiked up so far you were beginning to see the outline of her breast. Your hands tugged at the dip of her back as you roughly yanked her closer to you, her unclothed core rubbing against your clothed one with every jerk of her hips.

When air finally became a necessity, Rosita pulled away with a gasp, her hips began to rub harsher as her need for release grew stronger. With one of her more rough thrusts you let out a whimper as her lips rubbed against your clit causing goose bumps to rise against your body, and your breasts tighten into sharp points.

Rosita’s wetness began to drip down her thighs, catching your attention as you pulled back slightly only to see a soaked-through spot on your panties.

Rosita let out a huff at the fact that her movements were interrupted so she dipped her finger in between her legs in an attempt to get herself off but before she could get any closer to her lower lips you slapped her hand away gently causing her to scowl at you in response.

“The hell is your problem?” She sassed as she threw her head backwards with a loud and annoyed huff.

“Why’re you being such a brat?” You asked as you leaned over to plant your lips on her exposed neck, certainly not missing the way her hands immediately clutched to the back of your head.

She moaned as you began to such harshly on her skin. Wanting everyone to see just how needy she was.

“I- just- fuck I need you... please.” She whimpered as she finally used her words.

You pulled your lips away from her wet skin as well as your body. You took hold of the end of her nightgown which had fallen back down to its normal place when you had pulled away from her body. She raised her arms above your head to assist you in taking the garment off of her sticky skin.

Once you had dropped the clothing on the floor she had turned her body away, preparing to make her way up the stairs to head to the bedroom, but you stopped her before she could make it any further.

“No, I’m not waiting any longer.” You spoke as you grabbed her arm to drag her towards the medium-abandoned couch.

You pulled your hand out of hers as you neared the piece of furniture, your hands pulling away your oversized nightshirt before you were plopping down on the couch landing on your back while you did so.

She stood beside you, eyes trained on your perked-up breasts as she rubbed her thighs together.

Rosita worshiped everything about you. There wasn’t a thing that she didn’t like. Not. A. Thing. She didn’t really have a favourite part of you, but if she had to say your eyes. She felt as though staring into them would be the sunniest she would ever be.

She wouldn’t really call herself a boob girl, or an ass girl or even a thigh girl. She loved those things about you equally but right now, she would have to say your boobs were her favourite.

She smiled to herself as she swung herself over your clothed pussy hoping that she would be able to get the friction that she was craving. The friction only you could give her.

But she stopped her movements when she felt your hands softly running over her tanned legs.

Her eyes locked onto your face after you pulled one hand away from her legs to gesture towards your mouth.

“Are you sure? You’re soaked.” Rosita pointed out as she furrowed her eyebrows.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want your mouth on her, it was just the fact that she felt like she had been neglecting you slightly with the amount of work she had been assigned to do around Alexandria, plus she had been one of the Alexandrian’s to have to travel to the other communities, which not only took an immense amount of energy but so much time that she could be spending with you.

“I wanna taste you, Ro. I miss you.” You all but begged as you began to pull her body towards your face while doing so you felt wetness follow in her tracks.

“You sure?” Rosita asked as she pressed her knees to

outline around your neck, her centre hovering so close you could feel the heat.

“Yeah, can I?” You asked for consent which earned you a desperate nod in response. You took a deep breath before you pulled Rosita's hips down roughly against your hot tongue, causing it to flicker her engorged clitoris softly. Her brown clitoris pulsated quickly as she let out a gasp at the sudden contact.

After playing with her for a few minutes longer you moved your hands from her hips to use your thumbs to pull apart her lips, opening up her beauty to your eyes and without delaying what you both needed any longer you stuck your tongue into her soppy hole.

Her taste over welcomed you as you gripped her ass tightly to hold her still against her needy lips.

Rosita’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as the pleasure of your skilled tongue overwhelmed her. Her hips jerked without her consent as she tightly clasped your hair and for a second she was scared she might rip it out of your scalp but when she received a moan in response she knew she was in the clear.

No one had ever made her feel like you did. Sure she had slept with a fair amount of people in her days on earth. Before the apocalypse and after, but she had never felt so cared for and respected when she offered herself so openly to someone. She had never felt so loved.

With you it was easy to be herself, at first she had put walls up in an attempt to keep herself safe from the bad luck she had felt was always hovering over her shoulder, waiting for her to finally be happy before it took away the ones she loved. But soon she realized that you didn’t like the person she tried to be. You loved the sass that filled her tone when she was fed up with someone’s BS or the fact that she would get excited and giddy for no reason at all.

She loved you as much as she knew you loved her. She knew thought she loved you more. You were all she thought about, day and night. She wasn’t lying when she said that she could only sleep if she knew you were happy and sleeping. It was like something was restraining her from doing anything until she knew that you were safe.

A loud moan tore through the air as you began to use your fingers to toy with her sensitive nub, pleasure erupted from her hole as her toes began to cramp up, and sweat began to roll down her face as she began to ride yours. Your nose constantly bumped against her hole when your tongue slipped from inside of her. Her walls contracted against nothing until you replaced your nose with a finger and, then after a few seconds, another.

Heavy pants left your mouth as the minutes without oxygen were beginning to catch up with you so to bring your girlfriend the release she was desperately; craving you brought your lips towards her nub before you closed your lips around it, softly sucking the muscle as you curled your fingers as far as they could go in her tight walls and after a second the grip on your fingers began to be painful as Rosita reached her end.

Loud moans poured out of her mouth and her hips jerked with so much force that she nearly fell over, her nails dug into your thighs as she leaned back. Cum gushed out of her hole as you angled your mouth to catch it all.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop- so s-so good!” She panted loudly as he continued your motions to help her ride out this intense high for as long as humanly possible.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and shy giggles, you were both naked on the couch as they ate the slightly burnt, over-scrambled eggs, but you guys weren't complaining.

It was totally worth it. It was a much-needed morning pick-me-up.

#rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x reader #Rosita Espinosa x fem!reader #the walking dead x reader #thewalkingdeadseason9 #maggie rhee x reader #smut #fluff #rosita espinosa smut #Rosita Espinosa fluff

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skzhua · 1 year

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you are my safe haven ('your eyes' series)

♡ "You were the first person I thought of at the moment."

pairing: lee minho x reader.

genre: fluff, angst.

word count: 10,529

warnings: swearing, suggestive, unrequited love mentioned, minho being minho (savage and flirty).

summary: your relationship with minho has always been tricky. either he was roasting the shit out of you, or he was flirting with you shamelessly. when things start to get complicated with your childhood friend, chan, why is he the first one who come up in your mind?

a/n: this one took me so long to write, but it might be my favourite one ever. i just fucking love lee minho, lmao. i'm so sorry for not posting as regularly as i used to, i'm very much struggling with school and other, but i'm trying my best! anyway, enjoy~

SERIES MASTERLIST

You and Chan met when your parents used to live across from each other. Being a year apart only, it made things easy for the both of you to get along. You had gone through everything together whether it was growing up, changing schools, making friends, etc. The last big step you had taken together was moving on your college's campus. You roomed with a nice but shy healthcare student, Youngmi. Although she wasn't a social butterfly like Chan was, she grew more at ease with you as time passed.

Another semester starting meant more homework and less free time, and that involved no more nights out with Chan at the local diner. Over the holidays, his friend, Minho, had started to come to your usual hangouts. Nothing against him, but his presence did affect your relationship with Chan. Your crush on him had only been growing since college started and Minho's presence wasn't much of an help if you wanted to confess at some point. Anyway, it's not like you could tell Chan that his friend was causing you problems when really he was doing nothing wrong.

Your first day was finally over. Checking your message app, you saw nothing from Chan. Weird, since he would always answer you. Your last class was with Minho, and after you had put everything in your bag, he was still at his desk, not having moved a bit other than jamming to his music.

"Minho, can you not?"

The man acted as if he had heard nothing and went on with humming happily to the song he was listening to. Despite how much your friendship with him had improved, he remained one of the few people you would give away to Satan to save yourself with no hesitation.

"Min." you tried again, but you were left with no response.

Out of impatience, you snatched his earphones out of his ears, resulting to Minho spatting out one insult after the other. "I was vibing, you moron! You're seriously no fun, weirdo."

"Wow, I'm so affected by your lame insults." you rolled your eyes.

"I'm going soft on you, kitten."

And here it was again, the sudden shift from insults to flirts. Quite honestly, you never understood how he managed to pass from one another so smoothly, nor could you comprehend how it took you by surprise each time. But that's what Minho is, a flirty jerk who loves to provoke.

"Why are you so pressed, anyway?" he asked as he lazily followed you out of the class.

"We're going to the diner, remember?"

"I forgot, actually. See, that's why I need you around." he winked, but you dismissed his antics.

"Chan hasn't replied to my messages yet, it's not like him."

"It's the first day of school, I bet he has hundreds of meetings."

He was surely right, but you learnt with time to not base your thoughts off of Minho's because he never cared about anything other than himself. And right now, he didn't give a damn about Chan not replying to you.

"I don't know, should I call Bin to see if he's with him?"

Minho deadpanned at you. "Are you his mom or something? He's fine, probably just busy. Plus, I'm here. Can't you enjoy my company for once?"

You sent him a disgusted look, unimpressed, as you went outside. That's when, from afar, you saw your best friend. He was as handsome as ever, still wearing his oversized black clothes, and laughing cutely. And he was laughing with a girl. You had literally never seen her before, though you were convinced to know everyone in Chan's social circle.

"I told you he's okay." Minho huffed.

"Sure." you replied, unfocused. "Wait here for a moment, will you?"

You passed your bag to him, not letting him protest, and you ran to Chan to hug him from the back. He was startled for a bit, until he realized you were the one who took him by surprise.

"Hey, there!" he smiled widely before hugging you back tightly, ruffling your hair in a sweet manner. "I haven't seen you all day, where were you?"

"Class... And the best out of this is that I get to finish the day with Lee Minho." you fake-gagged.

"He's not that bad, just a bit annoying." he chuckled. "How was it, other than that?"

"Fine, I suppose. I just really don't want to be back in class. The teachers went over their planned projects, and I wanted to shoot myself just then."

"Don't say that, you'll do just fine. I know it." he said, rubbing your back.

"Thanks, Channie." you blushed a little.

Chan soon realized he had been ignoring his new friend since you appeared. "Y/N, this is Eunhee. She's in my sound art practices class. Eunhee, this is my best friend, Y/N."

You ignored the pang in your heart from the label he used for you, but still greeted the girl sweetly. "Hi! Happy to meet you!"

"Likewise." she replied, seemingly uneasy by your presence despite her polite smile. "I can go find my dorm alone if you two want to hang out."

You turned your attention to Chan expectedly, but his answer crushed you a bit. "No, no. I'll show you." he hurried to tell her, before looking at you sadly. "Do you mind going without me for today? I'll join you later."

You tried your very best to hide your disappointment, but let's say it wasn't much of a success. "Yeah, sure. Do you want Minho and I to order for you?"

"It's fine, thanks. Later?"

He brought you in his arms again, kissing the top of your head as some sort of apology. You felt down enough, you didn't want to break your façade in front of him. So you hurried to join Minho back, who had patiently waited for you at the same spot. He frowned upon seeing your glossy eyes, but you didn't let him question it. You took your bag from him and started to walk to the diner immediately. However, Minho was stubborn. He sped his pace up to catch up with your own and fixated his gaze on you. You attempted to ignore it, but he can be very intimidating when he wants to be.

"What?" you snapped at him, annoyed.

"You like Chan."

You stopped on your tracks and looked at him incredulously. "You're seeing things."

He scoffed as he stopped walking as well. "Please." he elongated the word. "You're almost drooling at the sight of him. And when he's not with us, you only talk about him."

"I don't drool! And I talk about him because we barely have anything in common."

He smirked. "Now, now, kitten. You barely know anything about me, how can you be so sure?"

"You're a pain in the ass." you groaned, starting to walk again.

He followed closely as he laughed alone. "This is a fact, though. We barely talk about anything else than Chan. You must like him, then."

"Then talk about something else, if it bothers you that much."

He paused for a second, trying to think of any moment you two had without mentioning the older man. He could not think of a single one. He had tried to get to know you on many occasions, but Chan would always end up being the main topic. He had noticed way before today that you had a crush on Chan, but he thought it wasn't his place to bring it up. However, today was different. He was sick of seeing you check him out from afar and do nothing about it, so he thought of giving you a little push. Clearly, you were more stubborn than he initially thought.

"Do you actually want to talk with me?"

You let out a chuckle. "I mean, sure?"

"You don't seem sure."

"Like you said, we don't know much about each other, other than our mutual friend."

You reached the diner and opened the door to let Minho in first. He didn't wait for you to sit at the usual table you would be at with Chan. You joined him quickly, and he sent you a sly smirk.

"What is it now?" you breathed out.

"I want to talk."

You shrugged your shoulders, acting uninterested. "Please do."

"Do you even remember my cats' names?"

The question was unexpected for your part. In all of the things he could have brought up, you expected school, life experiences or hobbies, but certainly not his cats.

"I do, actually." you proudly responded, and he quirked an eyebrow. "I'm telling you, I remember!"

"What are they?"

"Soonie and Dori."

He gasped, putting a hand on his chest to enhance the dramatization of his reaction. "How dare you forget about my beloved Doongie?"

"My bad." you nonchalantly shrugged.

"You're such a bad friend."

"Are we even friends, Min?" you huffed.

"I only allow certain people to call me Min, actually."

You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but Chan entering the place interrupted you. For the first time in your life, you wished he hadn't come join you so soon. He said hi to Minho briefly, before coming to sit down next to you. The server soon came to take your orders, and you asked for your usual burgers.

"Who was your little friend?" Minho asked Chan on purpose, resulting to getting a death stare from you.

"Eunhee. She just tranferred here, so I was showing her around. She's very nice, actually. She even writes lyrics like me! I read some of it, and she's got some talent."

Hearing him talk about someone else with so much praise did not feel good. Nonetheless, you smiled along Chan's talk and pitched in the conversation from time to time.

"I'm sure the two of you would get along well." he finished his monologue about the girl.

"Yeah, she sounds fun."

The night came to an end quickly, and Minho insisted on paying for the food, despite Chan's protests. You were walking to your dorm, when Chan had to go a separate way since he wasn't living close to you. He hugged you good night, and was off to go home.

Minho kept quiet as he walked you home. He didn't mind since his building was next to yours. Although the silence was enjoyable, he felt like something was off. You were acting as if he wasn't there and he couldn't help but notice when you sniffled discreetly.

"You like him that much, uh?"

Not in the mood for his teasing, you groaned in annoyance. "Shut up, Min."

"I'm genuinely asking." You hesitated, not sure if you should be telling him about this. "Hey, I'm serious."

He stopped you and put his hand on your shoulder. While Minho was never one for physical contact, you did know he would not think about it twice when it comes to his close ones. Apparently, he did care about you more than you thought. For some reason, you trusted him enough to tell him. Probably because it was becoming too much of a burden that you needed to confide in someone.

"I'll always be a little sister in his eyes, right?"

He didn't actually expect you to say anything, but he was pleasantly surprised you did. "Depends, things like this can change, you know."

"You don't get it. I've tried for years to get this man's attention, and the moment he meets Eunhee, he seems infatuated with her..."

"For years?"

You nodded your head slowly, ashamed to have been looking at the same man for that long. It's not like you did not try, you actually dated here and there. Nonetheless, Chan was always the one to pick you up after each breakup.

"Rough." Minho simply said.

You ended up changing subjects, as he started to spill out about his cats. He said he rented a dorm for himself so he could have his babies with him, and that he did not think it through when bringing in his third one. Especially because Dori has so much more energy than the two others.

"Thanks, Min." you said as you came to the front door of your building.

"For?"

"I don't know. For being there."

"Sure." he shrugged his shoulders. "Good night, Y/N."

"Good night."

You really tried to make Youngmi feel at ease around your friends, and mutiple times. The girl had not much interest in coming out of her shell. You understood that, but her having been in college for a year already, you would have expected her to open up more. Still, her befriending you was already a success.

"This is, like, the only free break I have this week, so enjoy while I'm here." Chan laughed out as he headed towards the cafeteria.

"What if I don't?" you joked.

"Then you are revoked from any bestie privileges. No more driving you home after a night out."

You gasped as to seem shocked. "Who would tuck me in and treat my hangover, then?"

"Youngmi can do that." he shrugged as he nodded his head towards the girl walking next to you.

She didn't say anything as she looked at you in confusion. "What?"

"Nevermind." you sighed.

"Hey, Y/N, look." You followed to where Chan was pointing as he tugged your side, and your eyes landed on Eunhee and Jeongin sitting at a table. "We should join them."

"I don't think we should do that." Youngmi spoke.

"I thought you knew Jeongin and get along with him well."

"We don't want to impose ourselves." you added.

"It can't be too bad. Plus, Eunhee is very easygoing. Let's go."

No matter what you were going to say, you knew Chan was not going to change his mind. You forced yourself to follow him, and Youngmi had the same expression on her face. When you reached the two others, Jeongin's face turned red as his gaze stuck on Youngmi.

"Hey." she waved at him shyly.

"Do you mind if we join?" Chan asked, although he was already sitting down.

"Go ahead." Eunhee replied kindly.

Hesitant, you still sat down and started to eat. Chan began to discuss with Jeongin while the remaining three of you kept quiet. You and Eunhee exchanged some glances, and you felt bad for being so on the edge around her. She hadn't done anything other than being friendly, and it wasn't fair from you to give her the side eye.

Looking around, you tried to find Minho in the crowd. You spotted him quickly, but he did not see you as his eyes were set on someone else. More specifically, Byeol, his ex-girlfriend. He was sitting across from her and they were exchanging obvious glares. You were starting to wonder why he even sat with her, since he had previously told you he doesn't like to think about her. You observed the two of them for a bit, until they shifted glares into smiles. What the hell was happening?

"Youngmi." you turned to your friend. "Don't you think it's weird he's hanging out with her?"

The girl shrugged, since she didn't know them that much. "It looks normal to me."

You then heard someone choke, which turned your attention to Eunhee, who was coughing like crazy. As Jeongin attempted to make her feel better, you took out a napkin and wiped off the water she had spilled. She gave you a small smile, thankful.

"What do you mean, me? What did I do?" she said after she stopped coughing.

"She asked me if I'd be interested in tutoring you."

You hadn't noticed that Chan was the one she was talking to, until he answered. Tutoring? Wasn't he busy enough already? You chuckled as you thought this was an horrible idea, and Eunhee did the same, visibly seeing this as ridiculous as you were.

"What's funny?" he asked Jeongin, not sure to have caught on what made you two laugh.

The young man shrugged, not very interested in the conversation. "I mean, do you even have time to tutor? You barely have any time for the guys and I."

"It would be during the class period." Eunhee groaned at Chan, seemingly not happy with what she was hearing. "She said you're going to fail if you keep going like this."

“Come on, Chan. We’re barely halfway through the term. I can manage myself.”

“Not sure about that. You have halfway left that you can use to actually get better instead of barely passing.”

She gave you a look, almost pleading for your help, but you really didn't know what to tell her. So you shrugged your shoulders, and turned back to Youngmi to continue chatting.

“I’ll think about it…” you heard Eunhee say.

Lunch time went on pretty quickly. Youngmi had class, so you walked with her to her course. Your day was pretty much over, and you were planning to hang out with the boys for the evening. But nights at the diner shifted to you and Minho being alone while Chan needed to attend the student association meetings. Either that, or he was too tired and wanted to rest.

Unlike what you would have expected, it didn't affect you as much. Minho was much different than your best friend, there was no doubt. His weird behaviour, though, was odd enough to make you forget that Chan had pretty much abandoned you. He was still consistent with his texts, but you barely actually saw him around, today being an exception.

You joined Minho in front of the restaurant, and didn't bother waiting for Chan since you knew it would only be the two of you. He started to talk about his day and other fun things. But honestly, your focus was not cooperating as you were mostly in your thoughts.

"No, but can you blame anyone? Hyunjin's butt is great." Minho went on with his story-telling.

You mixed your milkshake with your straw in boredom, as you nodded along Minho's talk. "Yeah yeah, Hyunjin's butt is nice."

He raised an eyebrow, offended by your lack of commitment in this one-way discussion. "You're not listening."

"I am! I just told you Hyunjin's butt is nice!"

"Y/N, you've never seen the guy." he rolled his eyes at you.

"That is untrue!" you raised your finger to point at him in defense. "He's the one looking like he was made by angels, right?"

Minho scoffed, a smirk forming. "That would be me, princess." His cockiness almost got to you as you were at loss of words. "And we both know my ass is cuter."

You snorted at his statement. To be fair, you had checked his ass once, and there was no denial that he had a good one. You were not going to feed this ego of his, however. Just then, a ping was heard from your phone.

Chan: Hey! Changbin and I would like to have a little gathering with the others tomorrow. You in?

Y/N: If that means I can finally see you, yes!

Chan: I'm so sorry about that! I had so many meetings and so much work to do. It's supposed to be mostly done, though, so hopefully we can see each other more from now on.

Y/N: Otherwise, I'm complaining to the school that I want my best friend back.

Chan: Stop, you know I'll never leave you.

Chan: See you tomorrow?

Y/N: See you tomorrow.

"Something tells me Channie's the one you're texting." Minho teased.

"Shut you. I could say the same with you texting Byeol earlier."

This spilled out of your mouth without you thinking. You did not understand why it bothered you this much when he was chatting with his ex-girlfriend at the beginning of your night together. It was surely because it was impolite to be on your phone when you're hanging with someone already. Though, you just did the same and he was not bothered at all.

Minho blinked a few times as his eyes were set on you, before he breathed out a huff. "What do you mean?"

You stuttered as you tried to explain yourself. "I-I... She and you were- I meant, earlier today-"

He grinned at your sudden change in attitude. He rarely saw you shy or embarrassed, because you were rarely in this kind of state and also because you were good at hiding your emotions. To say he didn't like it would be a lie. You were damn adorable with the flush on your cheeks, and he had to suppress himself from slipping out a comment about it.

"You were definitely not listening to me earlier, then." You frowned before gesturing for him to continue. "The whole butt thing was because Byeol had accidentally texted me instead of her friend, and she was complimenting Hyunjin's ass in that message. That's why I was laughing then."

"Oh." you breathed out as you nodded your head slowly.

"If it makes you feel any better, I smile much more when you're texting me." he winked.

"Now, for real, you need to shut up."

Being the first one to get to Chan's dorm, you made yourself at home as you sprawled across his couch, scrolling through your social medias. Chan had plans with Minho and would be coming home with him later, so you hadn't seen him yet. Changbin, however, was there.

"Do you think this is a good plan?" he sighed loudly.

Frankly speaking, you had not listened to one word he said since you were too focused on replaying the cat video Minho had just sent you. "Uh? Yeah. It's an excellent plan." you replied nonchalantly, before chuckling at the video again.

"And, you were not listening." Changbin let out a sigh. "Is this Minho's cat?" he asked, upon seeing the ginger feline on your phone.

"Yeah. Soonie fell off this morning while he was filming him. Poor kitty, but this is quite hilarious. Especially Minho panicking and running to save his child." you went on to explain, a smile still on your face.

"You have it for Minho, now?"

You froze in action from his words. "What?"

He realized that, maybe, he shouldn't have said anything as he scratched his head while awkwardly chuckling. "Forget it."

The doorbell rang and Changbin almost ran to the door to open it. He let Chunhwa in before giving her a big hug. She had brought drinks for the evening, so she straight went to put them in the refrigerator.

"Hey, Y/N!" she waved at you.

"Hi." you smiled. "What did you get for us?"

She raised a pack of beer and a bottle filled with a dark-coloured liquid. "Beers for the guys, and I found this fruit punch thing. I thought we could try it out." she shrugged as she put them down, and pulled a Fanta out of her grocery bag. "And I got this for our Jisung."

"About that." Changbin started. "He won't come tonight. He said something along the lines that Hwayoung was out with some guy and that he didn't want what happened last time to repeat itself."

Last time you hung out all together, Hwayoung had went on a date before joining you and was looking like a wreck. Jisung had to comfort her in Chan's room, and let's say some stuff happened.

"Oh well, I'll have the Fanta, then." you said as you got up to take it from your friend's hand.

Soon enough, the guys came back after they stopped by the convenience store to buy some snacks. While Changbin had already placed the board game on the table, Chunhwa took the time to help Chan out with preparing the ramen soups he bought. Minho sat next to you and thanked the girl as she gave him the food.

"Where is Jisung?" he asked as he started to dig into his soup.

"He's probably comforting Hwayoung again." Changbin answered, which made you feel bad for him.

"If he keeps doing this, he'll end up in a deep depression." you breathed out before the entire room nodded in agreement.

"You're one to say that." Minho said as he nudged your arm.

You glared at him before hitting his arm playfully. You only hoped Chan didn't get what he meant by that. The evening continued as you all picked your pawns to play. You conversed simultaneously since it had been a while since you saw each other. Changbin and Chunhwa were being painfully obvious about their crushes on each other, and Minho kept on bugging you, claiming you were cheating.

"I talked with Eunhee." Chan said, clasping his hands together which took you aback.

"And?" you frowned.

"She accepted my offer. I told you she would."

Your heart sank. No matter when you would talk with him, he always brought her up. Even if you took your feelings out of the situation, it almost looked as if he wasn't your best friend anymore and it hurt. You felt Minho putting a hand on your thigh, probably to bring you some kind of support.

You forced yourself to smile, before managing to say a small "That's great."

You could see that Chan noticed your lack of enthusiasm, but he went on nonetheless. "Yeah, I'll text her the details later. It'll probably be once or twice a week. Depends on her level, honestly."

"Right." you coughed out as you felt a lump forming in your throat, and Minho was quick to notice as he tightened his grip on you slightly. "Sorry, I have a headache. Minho." The boy shot his head up immediately. "Do you mind helping me get some medicine?"

"No, of course." he assured before standing up and offering his hand to help you up.

He gave you a worried smile as you came face to face with him. You didn't know when it started exactly, but he had started to let himself be more vulnerable around you. You almost never saw him having any sort of emotions. Seeing him care this much about you made you feel both weirded out and safe.

Chan watched the scene happen in front of his eyes and frowned in confusion. "Are you alright? I can help if you want and-"

"No." you immediately shut him up. "I'm okay, really. Thanks."

The poor guy was left even more confused when Minho took you away, bringing you to the bathroom. You both closed the door and you stood in front of each other for a moment without saying anything. While he was waiting for you to talk, you genuinely just wanted to enjoy his presence. But as the silence grew, Minho finally decided to break it.

"You could have asked Chunhwa to help you." he said, since he didn't why exactly you chose him to comfort you.

You shrugged, not too sure either. "You were the first person I thought of at the moment. I mean, you had a pretty strong grip on my thigh."

He coughed awkwardly, his ears turning red. "I see. And yeah, sorry about that.

"It's okay. It kind of helped, actually." you admitted.

Another silence took over, but he was the first to speak again. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

Your eyes widened at his proposition. "Are you crazy? Don't do that."

"No, I won't tell him about your crush, or whatever. I can mention to him that it's annoying that he only talks about her." he shrugged his shoulders.

"Min, we both only talk about Chan whenever we are together." you stated the obvious. "I bet you are more annoyed about that."

"Fair enough, but you don't bring up how talented and amazing he is every two seconds."

You laughed at this, and it visibly made Minho relax. If he managed to make you smile a little, that was good enough for him.

"Still, you don't need to do that. It's just as if I'm losing a friend, that's all."

"Do you want to go back home? I can walk you there."

You hummed quietly while nodding a yes slowly. "Actually, yes, that would be nice."

He took a step closer before rubbing the side of your arm, not forgetting to replace the hair that had fallen onto your face as well. "Then, we shall take you home, princess."

You hoped he didn't feel your heartbeat fasten its pace, nor your heavy breathing. He was never a physical person, and his touch felt electrifying. You knew damn well he was only doing this for you to feel better about your whole situation with your best friend, but you were starting to wonder if a part of him actually enjoyed these kinds of moments.

Your train of thoughts was stopped when he let go of you to open the door again, letting you walk out first. As you joined the others, you saw Changbin and Chunghwa being in their own world, and Chan giggling at his phone, most likely texting Eunhee. Oddly enough, it did not pain you as much as it did earlier. Somehow, feeling Minho's body hovering behind you in a protective way compensated.

"I'll go home, if you don't mind." you said to nobody in particular.

Chan let go of his phone, while the two others simply gave you a thumbs up before going on with whatever they were doing. "This early?" Chan asked.

"Sorry, I don't feel so well." you attempted a smile.

Chan stood up and joined you at the front door, concern all over his face. "Let me walk you to your dorm, at least."

You shook you head as a no before gesturing to the man standing behind you. "Minho's coming with me already. Thank you."

"Alright." he trailed off before he gave you a tight hug. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Always. Good night Chan. Bye, guys!" you addressed to the others.

You were quick to leave, and you felt bad Minho had to keep up with your fast walking. Nonetheless, he didn't complain and you found yourself outside of the building soon, breathing in the fresh air.

"What are you going to do for the rest of your night?" Minho asked.

You pondered for a minute, trying to figure out the options in your mind, but nothing came up. "I don't know. Knowing Youngmi, she's already sleeping. That means I can't do much other than sleep too."

"Are you tired?" he asked, and you answered with a no. "My place is close to yours, if you want to hang out."

You never went over at his, meaning you never met his cats. This was a good opportunity to get some cuddles with them, that only if Minho allowed you.

"Do I get to snuggle with Soonie, Doongie and Dori?"

He frowned. "Who do you think you are? Some privileged woman? The cats are off-limit." To that, you pouted at him. "Y/N, no."

"You want to me to feel better or not?"

"You seem to be doing good, now."

"Min, pretty please." you whined like a child.

He let out a sigh, deadpanning at you. "Fine. Not more than an hour of cuddles, though."

Feeling victorious, you took his hand and dragged him rapidly to his dorm. He almost fell from your sudden excitement, which took him by surprise. You were especially strong for someone who barely did anything else than study and work. At his building, he took the lead since you didn't know where he lived exactly. He let you inside first, being the well-mannered man he is, and you were greeted by an orange ball of floof who was visibly confused upon seeing someone who is not Minho.

"Doongie." he said before pointing to the other orange cat who was sitting on the cat tree in the corner of the room. "Soonie. And I have no idea where Dori is."

"You sent me so many photos of them, I would have recognized them without your help."

He sent a glare your way. "Just be grateful you get to meet them."

"Yes, thank you, Min." you laughed before crouching down to pet the cat. "Hello, Doongie." you cooed at him.

Minho huffed at the sight. His cat seemed to be liking you a lot. He went to Soonie, only to see Dori jumping on the cat tree to join his brother. He patted their heads lovingly. At least, he still had those two who didn't betray him. However, he realized he spoke too soon when you joined him to scratch the cats' bellies.

"You traitors." he muttered at his children. "It looks like they love you more than me."

"I'm just that much likeable." you teased.

"Sure you are, kitten."

Your eyes widened as realization hit you. "You call me kitten because of your cats?"

"Why else?" he shrugged as if it was nothing. "I like cats and I like you. This is only logical."

Your eyes went even wider, your heartbeat pacing faster. Did he just tell you he liked you? The Lee Minho who was known to be the most detached person on Earth, the one who never showed his true emotions?

"You like me?" you breathed out.

He rolled his eyes at you. "You're my friend, of couse I like you."

Oh. He meant that kind of liking. You were not certain on why it disappointed you so much. You thought you liked Chan. Well, you did, but ever since Minho came in the picture, you didn't know if you were starting to lie to yourself about your feelings for your best friend.

"Wow, Minho is finally admitting he actually likes having me around."

"Don't let it get into your head too much. This only happened because Chan's busy." he scoffed as he walked to the cupboard in his kitchen. "Now, do you want to feed the kitties?"

You didn't think twice before hopping to join him. You helped him serve the cat food and put it on the ground. You observed them eat together, as you petted their backs. He was babying Dori and Doongie, while you were spoiling Soonie with scratches. Needless to say, you felt like you were two parents watching over their children. And it felt strangely comfortable. If someone told you months prior that you would be in Minho's apartment, feeding his cats, and feeling like you wished it'd be like this all the time, you would not believe them. Because you couldn't quite believe it at this instant.

"Did you want to do something in particular?" you asked after the cats were done eating.

"Hmm." he hummed, thinking for a moment. "We could watch a movie. I have some drinks if you want to do that while watching."

"Sounds good to me."

You opted for a comedy movie while Minho prepared the popcorn and the drinks. You both had already drank a little when you were at Chan's, but some more couldn't hurt. Mid-way through the film, you were already feeling tired and tipsy. Way more than tipsy. Of course, Minho noticed since you were starting to lean on him. He tried to move away, but it was like you were trying to absolutely have some sort of physical contact with him.

"Bruh." he spat out when you were now full on laying on him.

"Uh?" you said as your eyes fluttered opened. "Ah, sorry, Min. I'm just very tired."

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Do you mind if I sleep here for tonight?" you mumbled out and Minho froze.

Normally, he would have kicked you out at that point without any second thoughts. However, your pleading eyes with your tired figure did something to him, and he couldn't just say no to you.

"I'll take the couch."

You pouted before shaking your head violently. "Sleep in your bed. I'll stay here."

"Y/N, you're not okay. Sleep in my bed."

"Or we can sleep together."

You took his lack of answer as a yes, and stood up on your feet clumsily. Luckily, he caught you in time before you tripped on yourself. You grabbed onto him to find some balance as he led you carefully to his bed. Once he tucked you in, he was about to leave, but you took his wrist to stop him.

"I said we can sleep together."

"I'll just wash up, I'll be back."

"Do you have cucumbers?"

He looked at you weirdly. Sure, you were drunk, but this was so random. You explained briefly it was for a skin care routine you wanted to do to relax. Although it now made sense, he didn't quite understand why you wanted to pamper yourself while being so tired. Nonetheless, he obliged and brought you sliced cucumbers.

"I'll go shower while you do your thingy."

"I'll wait for you."

Your behaviour was strange, but you were awfully cute and you smiled widely at him, hurrying him to go wash. He absolutely adored it, but he knew this was only because you drank. He beat himself up for wanting this to be genuine. The picture of you waiting for him to go to bed and falling asleep together was more than appealing to him. However, he had to remind himself that you liked Chan, and that you'd known the latter for years. He could never do that, come in-between the two of you. He finished his shower thoughts by simply telling himself to get over it. He didn't like you. He couldn't like you. Not like that.

When he came back in his room, he was met with the image of you watching a kids show on his personal TV. Some people would act like horny jerks when drunk, but you were a total child. Alongside with you was Dori, whom you had somehow managed to kidnap to cuddle with. Minho loved it. But he couldn't.

"You didn't use the cucumbers." he pointed to the plate, still full of the vegetable.

"I told you I'd wait for you."

He quirked an eyebrow, starting to see where this was going. "I am not doing some self-care shit with you."

"Min..." you pouted.

"No."

You patted the empty side of the bed and, lazily, Minho sat down as he was still glaring at you.

"Please."

"I'm going to sleep."

You huffed. "You're no fun. Chan would have done it."

Oh, how wrong was it of you to say that. It awoke something in Minho. Whether it was jealousy or pride, he didn't know, but he knew he didn't like it. Instantly, he picked two cucumbers and placed them on your cheeks.

"There. Happy?" he grumbled.

"Very much." you giggled. "Your turn."

You spent the next hour or so playing with cucumber slices, either throwing them at each other, eating them, or shoving them on Minho's eyes. It might had been the first time you saw him genuinely having fun. Not cocky or insufferable like he usually was. He was at ease, and so you were.

It was around 1am when you both grew too tired to continue your self-care session. You snuggled into the blankets and brought yourself closer to the man laying next to you. He stood still as he looked right back at you. He didn't stop himself from reaching out to the side of your face, patting your head.

"Thank you for tonight." you mumbled tiredly. "I think I like you too."

He immediately caught on that you were referring to your previous conversation. Fortunately, because otherwise, he would have went on full panic mode.

"That's good, pretty. Sleep well, alright?"

"You too, Min."

You and Minho were definitely no longer friends after that night, but nor had you stopped speaking to each other. Quite the opposite, actually. Think of any act of affection a couple would do, other than kissing, and there you got what was happening between the two of you. Chan had almost disappeared, now spending most of his time with Eunhee. You did visit him occasionally to make sure he wasn't exhausting himself too much but it never lasted more than five minutes. That also meant your crush on him had completely vanished. It couldn't have stayed for long, anyway, after you woke up in Minho's bed that morning, realizing you had fallen in love with him instead.

"Strawberry." Minho said, standing up firmly for his choice of milkshake, as he nudged your arm.

"Chocolate." you said, coming closer to his face.

He sighed in frustration. "We had chocolate last time."

"If you're so pressed with your strawberry, just order one for yourself."

He smirked. "But you want us to share, don't you?"

It was annoying how right he was, and you huffed in defeat. "Strawberry it is."

"There you go. I knew you were going to give up."

"Shut up."

He took you by the waist and brought you closer, as if you were not close enough already on the small cushioned bench. You continued to bicker playfully, when you heard the front door's bell. Turning your attention on where the sound came from, you easily spotted Chan. He stood still, baffled at the sight in front of him. He started to question himself mentally, wondering if he had really cancelled on you two that much that he didn't notice you were dating. Coming back to his senses, he walked to your booth and sat in front of you.

"Hey, guys. Am I interrupting, or..?"

"Of course not." Minho exclaimed. "Glad to see you after, I don't know how long."

You could hear the pettiness in his voice, so you hit him slightly with your elbow before speaking. "We've all been busy, it's okay." you smiled. "So, what's new? How are things with Eunhee?"

"It's good, I guess. We had a... moment, and she is pretty much ignoring me since then. You know, when you came over the other day." he explained, while looking pretty clueless.

"What kind of moment?" Minho asked, stretching his arm out to wrap it around you, which earned a look from Chan.

"Uh, I'm not too sure. We danced in my room-"

You cut him off with a laugh, and he glared at you. "That's the cheesiest thing you could have done. No shit you were acting weird when I came over." you snickered, and Minho soon joined you as he tried to ignore the slight jealousy he felt from learning you went over to Chan's recently.

"Yeah, you two are no better. You were all over each other when I walked in." he rolled his eyes.

That was enough to shut the both of you, knowing well this was an unspoken thing you had going on. You never brought it up, and didn't intend on doing so anytime soon.

"So." Minho coughed out awkwardly. "Your moment?"

"Right." Chan nodded. "Well, we were dancing in my room and, I don't know what happened, but I almost kissed her. And, I don't know, she didn't look like she wanted to, so I back off. And now, I'm lowkey stressing out about it because I surely didn't want to make her uncomfortable."

"She wanted you to kiss her." you responded without hesitation.

"You think so?"

"Chan, I know so." You hesitated to continue with your point, but feeling Minho's hand rubbing your arm let you know it might be time to tell him. "I'm convinced she likes you, because she acts the same way as I did with you."

He frowned his eyebrows. "You like me? Aren't you and Minho... well, you know?"

"I used to, and that's not important." you dismissed the topic. "What I'm saying is she keeps sending you memes to make you smile, she gets shy around you, she said yes to your tutoring..."

"And you told me she even bought you coffee for one of your lessons with her." Minho added.

He looked at you both, still uncertain. "Should I invite her to my party, then?"

"What party?"

"My end of the school term party. In two days."

"Go for it, yeah." Minho encouraged. "Are we invited?"

"If you promise to keep it in your pants, yes."

Right. A party. With girls. And Minho. The guy who hooked up here and there after his breakup with Byeol. The same one you were currently in love with. Great.

"You know me better." he laughed with Chan. "I'll behave, I promise."

Later, on the walk back to Minho's, since you had planned to stay at his place, you were more quiet than usual. You were holding hands, but your grip was loose, and you couldn't focus properly.

"What's wrong, kitten?" he asked worriedly.

"What do you think of Siyeon?" you said, mentioning a pretty girl in your common class.

"What is this question?" he chuckled, not sure in where you were going with this.

"She's cute, has good grades, is nice to everyone. And Chan is going to invite her at the party, probably."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "Your point?"

"You could ask her out." you shrugged.

With that, Minho let go of your hand. "I could, but I won't."

"Why? Sorry, but it just hit me that you haven't gone out with someone in a very long time."

"I don't know. I suppose I'm not very in the mood of fucking around anymore. You also stopped talking about Chan with me. I'm not the only one acting differently." he pointed out.

"I said it earlier, I don't like Chan anymore." you rolled your eyes.

"Well, then. Our romantic lives are bland."

"They are."

The conversation was cut short as he didn't have anything else to say. He took your hand again, and led you to his dorm. You got there pretty quickly, and you still hadn't said a word to each other. It didn't mean you didn't understand what was happening, both of you implying the lack of love you had could only mean one thing.

The moment he closed his front door, he grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer and crashed his lips onto yours. You were taken aback at first, not sure on how you should be reacting, but it quickly faded as you melted into the kiss. While he was needy, he was also being extremely gentle with you, making sure he didn't hurt you in any way. It didn't take long for you to get to his room, and he pushed you down gently on the bed. Now hovering you, he deepened the kiss before moving down to place small pecks on your neck.

"Min." you mumbled between heavy breaths, and he hummed against your skin. "This is not a joke, right?"

He separated his mouth from your skin to look at you curiously. "What do you mean?"

"You used to be very... physical with other girls. I just want to make sure I'm not some doll you're playing with before throwing it away."

He looked at you with fondness as he stroke your cheek softly. "I thought I made it clear I've wanted you for months, now. Not just physically, like you said." He pecked your forehead. "If I can have you." Kissed your cheek. "I don't want the skin ship only, this time." He stopped as he glanced at your lips. "I want all of you."

You were the one to initiate this time when you brought him closer, kissing him hungrily. The unspoken tension there was before was no longer there. It was like kissing each other had dropped all of your walls, and you were now fully exposed to one another.

"I fucking hated it when you cried about Chan." he said in-between the kisses.

"Really?"

"Fuck, yes." he said, going back to sucking your neck.

"I hated how much you flirted with me, knowing you weren't sincere." you admitted.

"Trust me, kitten, I was fucking sincere."

You started to play with the hem of his shirt, tugging in a few times. He backed away and smirked at you before leading your hands to help him take off his shirt. The sight in front of you was mesmerizing. You already had the idea that he had a good body because of his dancing, but you certainly did not expect him to look this hot.

"Damn." you let out without thinking.

"I know, I'm hot." he winked at you.

"Of course, you know." you rolled your eyes.

"I'm joking." he chuckled as he pecked your lips. "Are you okay if we continue? I want you to feel comfortable."

"I'm more than okay."

The party started out well. You had come in advance to help Chan with the preparations, but mostly to help him calm down. The poor guy was so nervous, not knowing whether Eunhee was going to show up or not.

As people kept coming in, you kept on looking out for any signs of Minho. He texted you he had some errands to run for the cats before coming, but you just wanted to see him. After your night together, you spent the next two days doing finals which didn't allow you to meet up again. The morning after, however, he did ask you out on a date to which you gladly said yes. Although labels were not discussed, it wasn't necessary because you both knew you wanted the same thing.

"Hey, Seungmin!" you welcomed the man as you opened the door.

"Still acting like Chan's place is yours?" he joked.

"I've come here so much, it's like my second home." you laughed with him. "Come on in!"

You joined Chan back in the kitchen as he was starting to prepare the snacks. You started helping him out, though you were very much distracted. Looking at your phone every minute or so, Chan pointed it out, making fun of you.

"You tell me to stop doing that with Eunhee, and you're doing the same with Minho."

You froze in place before slowly turning your head to him. "I never told you I was seeing Minho."

"Y/N, you two have been eye fucking each other for weeks. It did surprise me, but I'm not blind. You love him."

You blushed, as shyness crept over. "Yeah, he's really great."

"I can see that. I haven't see you so happy since, well, since forever actually. I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, Channie."

You exchanged smiles before going back to preparing the food. It felt great to spend some quality time with him after such a long time.

"You two fucked, haven't you?"

Your eyes widened from his words.

"Chan!"

"What?" he said innocently. "You have dark spots on your neck, that's all."

You grew embarrassed, but couldn't help but laugh. You haven't noticed until now that Minho had marked you that much. You thought he was being gentle enough to not have done so, but it was visibly the opposite. Just then, you noticed a familiar figure appear in front of you, which made the both of you shut up.

"HI! Eunhee, um, wow. You made it! I mean, I didn't expect you to be here. I should, uh-" Chan spilled out, straightening his posture.

Trying to prevent him from embarrassing himself any further, you hit him slightly with your elbow to shut him up before turning your attention to the girl in front of you. "Good to see you."

"You too. I hope I'm not interrupting." she flickered her gaze between the two.

"Of course not!" you both denied, not wanting to give her the wrong image.

Chan stood there awkwardly before starting to walk away. "I should go greet the others. Talk to you later?" he told her, and you gave him a look as to ask him what he was doing.

You didn't know what to say to her. Seriously, it was Chan's responsibility to talk to her and fix whatever happened between them. You just kept on pouring bowls of chips, but ended up speaking.

"I really didn't expect you here. Chan had kind of given up after you ignored him."

It came pettier than what you had intended, but at least the message was there.

"It wasn't intentional. I mean, I did purposely ignore him but I had reasons." she justified, but you shook your head for her to stop.

"I'm not asking you to tell me why, you must have had good reasons. I just..." You hesitated to keep going, afraid you would be saying something you shouldn't. "He told me about how you almost kissed and I'm just letting you know that Chan is not someone to play around with. I don't know why he likes you so much while barely noticing me, but I'm warning you. You don't know him like I do and I know Chan is going to prioritize who he loves first. I don't want this thing going on with you two to be hurting anyone."

Her silence was torturing you as she was processing everything you told her. You replayed the scene in your mind, trying to spot anything you could have said wrongly. But nothing came to you.

"I came here to fix things with him." she finally spoke. "I don't know the history between you two, and visibly you are closer than anyone here. If I hurt you in any way, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to pass my class, that's it."

You had definitely fucked up by indirectly mentioning your former crush on the guy. This was obviously not the outcome you were expecting, you simply wanted to let her know that Chan was precious and needed to be taken care of even when he didn't want to.

"No, I-"

"It's okay, Y/N. You two clearly have something going on. I know for a fact Chan doesn't like me like that and he's way better off with you."

She left before you could explain any further. You cursed under your breath as you tried to catch up to her. However, you were stopped when someone brought you into a hug before familiar lips met yours.

"Hey, there." Minho grinned at you. "You're looking beautiful."

While your heart wanted to stay with him and melt at his compliments, your mind knew you had to make things right with Eunhee.

"Thank you, Min. I have to do something real quick. Do you mind getting me a drink in the meantime?" you pecked his cheek. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Alright." he nodded before bringing you into another hug. He leaned on your side so his mouth could be next to your ear. "I'm sorry about the hickeys, by the way."

And he left. He was surely making you feel things, but now was not the moment. You walked through the crowd of people, trying to find Eunhee, but you simply couldn't as there were too many people. Looking behind you, your eyes laid on Chan, alone in the kitchen. You went to him as fast as you could.

"Chan!" you exclaimed out of breath. "Have you seen Eunhee?"

When you took a better look at him, his face had nothing but confusion, sadness, and pure anger.

"What did you say to her?"

And, you were fucked. You shut your eyes closed, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for the argument that you felt was coming. Chan was rarely mad, but you did not want to be around when he was. Now that he was actually pissed, it was even worse that it was at you.

"So you saw her."

Chan rolled his eyes, as if it was the most obvious thing. "She said you were waiting for me in the kitchen. What have you told her?"

"Nothing untrue, I swear." you breathed out, trying to be careful with your words. "I think she misinterpreted a lot of what I said."

"What did you say exactly?" he asked again, growing impatient.

You took a deep breath in, and searched for any help around, but everyone was having fun and Minho was nowhere to be seen. "I might have spilled out I had a crush on you, but she took it as if I still do." He groaned in frustration, passing his hand through his curly locks. "I also said you like her, and I might have mentioned that you two being together could potentially end up hurting the both of you..."

If you thought he was furious earlier, now he was on full rage mode. Honestly, you had never seen him so mad, and it frightened you quite a bit.

"Why on Earth would tell her that?" he almost growled at you.

"Why? For fuck's sake, Chan, how was I supposed to know what to tell her? You left me there because you were too much of a baby to face her yourself." you snapped at him, which he had seemingly not expected.

"You know me enough to not say shit like that! And I am hosting this whole thing and I saw people coming in. It was the least I could do."

"Fuck off with your lame excuse, because we both know Changbin was already doing so. And for your information, I don't know you as well as I used to because sir decided to disappear out of my life."

He huffed at you as he looked around. He was lost and didn't know what to do now.

"Yeah, I told you already that I'm sorry. But if you love me so much, you wouldn't have told her off by saying you have a crush on me." he yelled out, being heard by almost everyone in the room.

Behind him, you spotted Minho's eyes already staring at you. He was fuming too, walking towards your direction. You didn't know whether he was angry because of you or Chan, but you were definitely worried at that point.

"Y/N." he called out.

"Minho, can we not-"

"So it's Minho, now?" You exhaled loudly, wondering how the night had even taken this turn. "I thought you said you were over him."

"Minho, stay out of this." Chan put his arm in front of him to prevent him from approaching you any closer.

You recognized the protectiveness Chan had of you within his tone, which reassured you a bit that he still cared, at least. Minho didn't fight back, but sent you a disappointed look instead.

"I'll leave you to it, then."

With that, he stormed out of the apartment, not looking back. Meanwhile, the tears you had been holding back until then flooded out and you broke down as Chan held you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm sorry, it's my fault."

The softness he had after being so enraged took you by surprise, but you truly needed your best friend at the moment. "I'm sorry." you sobbed out.

"Y/N, it's okay. Don't be sorry. You know I can be pretty stupid, right?" he pat your head, and you nodded as a small laugh left your mouth. "I'm the one at fault, here. I should have talked to Eunhee myself, and I shouldn't have yelled at you. Minho is very sensitive, you know that, right? He'll come around, I'm sure of it."

It amazed you how he was still able to find the right words for any circumstances. You loved him, for real. But not that kind of love. This one was reserved for Minho. The only thing on your mind was to run after him. You hurt him, and you couldn't bear with the thought.

"Thank you, Chan. I'm also sorry."

He shook his head. "I told you to stop saying that." It made you chuckle.

"Do you think I should go after him?"

He smirked. "Go get your damsel in distress."

Still sobbing, you snorted at his words before you hurried to get out of his apartment. You felt grateful to have went so many times to his place to know his dorm number. Otherwise, you would have given up much quicker. You stopped in front of his door and knocked softly. You heard someone moving from the other side, and heard a sigh.

"Min." you called out.

To your shock, he opened the door, only a bit, and looked at you. He looked tired, and you noticed he had changed into his pyjamas. He hummed as a greeting, obviously still mad at what happened.

"Can we talk?"

He really didn't want to, but your puffy red eyes and simply the sight of you was enough to break him apart. So he let you in. You smiled widely when you were greeted by your favourite cats. You scratched their heads briefly, before turning your attention back on Minho. He was leaning on his counter (which was hot, let's be honest) and crossed his arms as he waited for you to talk.

"I really and certainly do not like Chan."

"Reassuring." he commented, but received a glare from you to tell him to let you speak.

"What happened was he left me alone with Eunhee and I said some things to her that she interpreted as if I still liked him. Chan got mad and he impulsively said that. I told him about us already, he knows."

He frowned at your words. "Us."

"Yeah, us." you repeated, taking a chance by walking up to him.

Thankfully, he let you place yourself right in front of him. He uncrossed his legs so you could have some space, and you approached him. You took his face in your hands, looking at him lovingly.

"What did you tell him about us, precisely?" he asked, placing his hands on your waist.

"I told him that you're great."

"Just that?"

"He knows we fucked."

He raised his eyebrows as he looked up. "Should have expected that."

You slapped his cheek playfully as you pouted, and he chuckled because you were just adorable. "Shut up."

"Sorry. Go on?" he laughed.

You got closer to him, your lips lingering over his. He would have kissed you, but he wanted to hear what you had left to say.

"And I admitted that I might love you."

He backed away, not having expected this. "Love?"

You sighed. "Dude, we've been acting like a couple for months, and we see each other pretty much every day. Don't act surprised."

He frowned even more. "Dude? Really? I call you princess, kitten, or pretty. And I get dude."

"Min." you whined, but he could only laugh.

He loved messing around with you, but he knew when to stop. "I'll be dude if that's what makes you happy, love."

You grinned from ear to ear. "Shall I take this as you love me too?"

"Don't make me say it, kitten."

You chuckled and played with his hair. He adjusted his posture and was now the one hovering you. His eyes went straight to your lips, and he didn't ask to kiss you before doing so. You smiled and kissed him back, not forgetting to hold him close.

"I fucking won over Bang Chan." he bragged after pulling away from you.

"That was an easy win." you snorted.

"Ah yeah? Am I that irresistible?"

"You know you are."

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Clandestine

pairing: Mr. Ben x fem! reader

rating: Mature (things get a lil heated 👀)

word count: 4.5k

summary: Mr. Ben is daddy, Ms. Jenny is mommy and they’re all a happy family at St. Lawrence High School, no crumbs left. But what happens when the cool aunt moves to town?

warnings: i did my best to leave out specific descriptions of reader except that she does have breasts and wear feminine clothing, infidelity, swearing, alcohol consumption, some heavy making out and implied smut, Ben has a daddy kink (as always, please message me if i missed anything)

a/n: my second submission for @beskarandblasters's Taylor Swift writing challenge! this one is based on "illicit affairs" from her album, folklore. being one of my top 3 albums of hers, i was excited for this prompt but i laughed so hard when Kel paired it with Mr. Ben 🤣 i had a ton of fun sprinkling in references (as well as a few extra swiftie ones too, if you look closely). this is also probably the longest fic i've ever written since i started writing years ago but this story really just took on a life of its own. i hope you all enjoy reading as much as i did writing and PS happy birthday, Pedro 😊

Teaching European History to a bunch of 10th graders is definitely not for the faint of heart, but the aftermath of the pandemic on the public education system only made the calling harder for you to ignore.

That’s why it meant so much to you when you discovered your students making fancams and claiming you as the “cool aunt.” You knew it was just their way of connecting with you and if it helped them pay attention in class and actually enjoy learning, what’s the harm? Some of the other teachers didn’t share your sentiment, but you were never one to much care about others’ opinions.

Until you met him.

Mr. Ben.

He and Ms. Jenny were the students’ absolute favorite teachers at the school, earning them the coveted titles of Mommy and Daddy. Their classrooms were both on the other side of the school in the math hall, so you never really saw them except at the monthly after-school faculty meetings. But one morning a piece of mail intended for Mr. Ben had been left in your mailbox in the front office by mistake, so you made the journey into uncharted territory.

Reading the plaques on each door, you almost thought you were in the wrong hallway when his name finally appeared on the last one at the end. It was slightly cracked so you could hear the scratching of chalk as he wrote on the board. Knocking lightly to announce your presence, you waited to hear him acknowledge you before walking in. His classroom was decorated to feel bright and cozy and welcoming, soft music emanating from the area near his desk. And the man standing in front of the chalkboard certainly fit the vibe. Soft but sturdy, carefully styled curls threatening to break free. You immediately understood why he was your students’ beloved and had them in a chokehold. You felt your cheeks heat for a moment when he cleared his throat to catch your attention, having been staring in silence for a bit too long.

“Can I help you with something?” Even his voice was so father.

“Um, yes. Sorry. I think some of your mail ended up in my box on accident.” You approached him, holding out the thin envelope. “It’s right underneath yours so it’s an easy mistake to make if you’re not careful.”

His thick fingers brushed yours as he took it from you, and you tried to steady your breath as you felt their brief warmth radiate up your arm. “Oh, good catch. Thank you.” He turned to place them on his desk and you were prepared for that to be the end of it, but he focused his attention back on you. “You’re new this year, right? I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Ben.” Extending his hand back out to you, you swallowed hard before taking it and replying with your own name. He repeated it back to you in understanding and you nearly melted at the way it effortlessly rolled off his tongue. The bell indicating the beginning of first period interrupted you before the conversation could continue any further. Bidding him a rushed farewell, you hurried back to the sanctuary of your own classroom across campus.

That was months ago. By the end of the year, the passing gestures became more frequent so that you were thankful for summer break to give yourself some time away from the man who had no idea his foot was always on your neck. Finally, you could breathe.

The weeks passed quickly and now you’re hauling boxes of school supplies across the parking lot. It’s the week before classes start anew and all of the teachers are trickling back in to ready their classrooms. You’ve just deposited the cardboard box on your desk when your phone chimes with a reminder about the faculty meeting in 5 minutes. You grab your lanyard, weighed down with your ID and keys, and head for the library.

When you arrive, everyone has already taken their seats so the only one available is next to him. Mr. Ben. Steeling yourself, you try to appear casual as you take your place. Feeling your movement, Ben looks over at you and flashes a captivating smile that you return without a second thought.

“Welcome back, kid. Have a good summer?” He launches into the usual teacher small talk but it’s not at all uncomfortable.

“I did. And yours?”

“Not bad. Nothing special, really.”

You hum in acknowledgement before Principal Owens steps up to the front, signaling the start of the meeting. In that moment, you come to a realization that you can’t shake. Nudging Ben’s elbow with yours, you lean closer and keep your voice low.

“I haven’t seen Jenny around, is she feeling okay?”

He chuckles before picking up on your sincerity. “Oh, you didn’t hear? She transferred over to St. Augustine.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Really? Can’t wait to break that to the students.”

“Yeah, you and me both.” He chuckles a little harder, earning a couple of sideways glances from others around you. You shrink into your seat a little as Ben attempts to cover with a cough.

You try to ignore the flutter in your heart, but you just have to know. “So are the two of you still…?” you trail off, hoping he picks up on your meaning so you don’t have to say it out loud.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re still together. One less heartbreak for the kids,” he jokes.

“Oh, good. That’s good.”

And you mean it. If he’s happy, you’re happy. But a pit has formed in your stomach and you lose yourself in thought until Principal Owens makes his final announcement.

“There has been yet another surge of fancams created over the summer so as part of the first-day assembly, we will be including a segment on responsible technology usage. Ben, since you ate up the last one, would you mind handling it? After all, it was nom nom delish and had them gagged.” A burst of laughter ripples through the room as Ben runs a hand through his hair, amused.

“Yeah, sure. What could possibly go wrong this time?”

“Thank you. And if it’s not too trouble, I’d like to pair you with our newest target,” Owens gestures to you, conveniently sitting in the same vicinity, “so dubbed the ‘cool aunt.’”

You feel the heat begin to creep up your neck as you realize the implications of the proposal. You look over to see Ben nod and shrug as if to say “why not.” Looking back to the front of the room, you smile and nod in acceptance of the project. Inside, you’re trying not to scream. You don’t notice Ben holding his gaze on your profile for the rest of the meeting.

You retreat to your classroom after you’re all dismissed, willingly losing yourself in paperwork and organizing when there’s an all-too-familiar knock on your door. You look up just as Ben steps over the threshold. And closes the door. And crosses to perch on the edge of your desk, giving you an optimal view of the way his jeans stretch over his sculpted thigh and ass.

“So, how are you feeling about this assembly next week?” He leans forward, propping himself up on one arm. You force yourself to not look at the veins winding and disappearing under his shirt sleeve and maintain eye contact, which isn’t much easier.

“Good. I mean, is it supposed to be scary? What happened last time?” You remember the way everyone reacted when Ben received the assignment.

He smiles and huffs a laugh at the memory. “Let’s just say I was in your shoes now. I was just so confused about the whole concept. But it gave Jenny and I the opportunity to officially come out as a couple, so I guess it wasn’t all bad.”

The pit in your stomach widened at the mention of Jenny again. “Well, I’m glad I’m working with someone so experienced then.” You mentally kick yourself at your choice of words. What the hell is that supposed to mean? You try to recover. “Honestly, I’m a little flattered. It means the kids are engaged.”

Ben doesn’t seem to notice. “Yeah, it is kinda nice that they look up to us like that. Even if it is a little…”

“Unorthodox?”

“Right. It took me forever to figure out what it meant to have rizz and be a skinny legend.” He almost can’t get through his sentence as he’s interrupted by his own wheezing laugh. He fights it off long enough to finish his thought. “But it looks like you’re in your assembly era now, so what do you say we meet up here tomorrow and put this presentation together?”

You quickly agree, both in excitement and eagerness to get him out so you can get ahold of yourself. Satisfied, he rises but stops before he fully walks away. “By the way, I really like that perfume you’re wearing. Vanilla?”

“A-and cherry,” you manage to choke out.

“My favorite.” He smirks before raising his hand in goodbye and exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

The next week is a blur. You meet the next day to organize the presentation, as promised, but one conversation topic leads to another and before you realize what’s happening, Ben is putting his number into your phone. Then you’re giving him yours.

You keep telling yourself you’re just friends, like a mantra, but you can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the way he thinks you don’t notice how he inhales a little deeper when you lean into his personal space, taking in your scent. His favorite.

Even the assembly goes off without a hitch. Naturally, the students are disgruntled yet again at being reminded that fancams of their biases are banned, no matter how much they munch on it. But they seem to pick up on the friendship between their daddy and cool aunt and that’s enough to appease the juvenile masses.

You’re both dreading and looking forward to your free period. When comparing schedules, you and Ben discovered you had the same block open, so you agreed to make that a regular coffee break together. He’s already there when you walk in, bursting into his signature smile as you approach.

He stands and pulls your chair out to sit at the small table. “So, how’s the first day been?”

Accepting the gesture and trying not to read too much into it, you breathe out, “Pretty good. I can already tell that covering the Bubonic Plague is going to be interesting, but we will cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Once more, the two of you fall into an easy conversation when an ill-timed joke has you spilling your coffee. All over Ben’s tie. You immediately jump up, dashing to wet some paper towels. Ben rises to stop you, laughing at your mortification.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Hey,” he grasps your wrists, forcing you to turn and face him.

“I-I think I have a Tide pen in my room, I can go run and get it.”

“No need. I started keeping a spare in my desk years ago. You wouldn’t believe how often I spill coffee on myself.”

With that, you follow him back to his classroom. He closes the door behind you, crossing to his desk to rifle through the drawers, but you hang back. It’s only when he finally pulls out the replacement tie that you allow yourself to breathe and walk over.

Ben holds it up in jest. “See? Problem solved.” You hope he doesn’t hear the way you swallow hard as you watch him skillfully unwind his soiled tie from around his neck with one hand.

However, he struggles to knot the new tie and you speak up, “Need a hand with that?” You don’t know where the confidence came from.

He looks up at you, eyes a couple shades darker. “Would you?”

You round the desk and try to stop your hands from shaking as you reach up towards his chest. Your knuckles brush his soft button-up but before you can grip the decorative length of fabric, you feel Ben’s hands cradling your elbows. You slowly lock eyes with him, and the rest happens too fast for your brain to process.

Ben swiftly maneuvers you against the edge of his desk and leans in close, his nose to your temple, breathing you in. “You wear this just for me?”

You can’t lie to him. “Yes.”

He travels down to your pulse point where the perfume is applied, ghosting over the delicate skin there. “Good.”

He darts the tip of his tongue over the spot before moving to look you in the eyes once more, his hands journeying experimentally down to your waist. You’re fully trapped now. But you don’t want to escape.

He rests his forehead on yours as your eyes flit down to his mouth and back up. “Ben?”

“That’s not my name.”

You’re taken aback by his response for a moment before he leans in the tiniest bit more so you can feel the tickle of his mustache as he whispers, “What’s my name, baby?”

“Daddy,” you breathe out.

His lips twitch into a smirk before crashing against yours, sealing you to him.

Your escapades go on that way for months, innocently meeting in the teachers’ lounge to make your coffees and carrying them back to his classroom where they’re quickly abandoned. You easily get lost in each other, you perched on his desk as he stands between your thighs. You’ve discovered he likes it when you tangle your fingers in his curls, but you have to be careful not to muss them too much lest anyone catch onto your illicit activities.

You know it’s wrong. He and Jenny are still together, despite the different schools. Your mind is a constant whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. What if she finds out? Does she already know about you? Where do you stand?

But Ben is quick to make you forget your inner turmoil. You’re in your usual seat upon your throne of his desk, your blouse unbuttoned halfway to grant him access to your chest. His lips are latched to your collarbone, one hand cupping a breast and the other holding the knee you draped over his hip. You feel his hardness against your clothed core, knowing it must be painful for him. But you can’t cross that line. Not here.

As if rehearsed, Ben slows his movements to a halt, trailing his tongue back up your neck and jaw before reaching his final destination and molding your lips together. Wordlessly, you peel apart and put yourselves back together. You dare to break the silence.

“Ben?”

He looks back at you with those adorable baby browns that everyone at the school loves. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, exactly. I just-” you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. “At the risk of sounding like a cliché, what about us?”

“I don’t understand,” he says with a furrowed brow.

“I mean. We’ve been doing…this for a while now. And I can’t deny that I’ve grown to love the thrill of sneaking around with you.” You slide off his desk to plant yourself firmly in front of him. “But…you and Jenny...I guess what I’m trying to figure out is-”

“What do we do?”

“Yeah.”

Ben lets out a sigh and adjusts his watch. Noticing the time, he reaches for your arm and the two of you walk to the door. But he puts his hand on the handle before you have the chance to turn it.

“I promise we’ll talk about this. Tonight? I’ll call you?”

You press your lips into a tight smile. “Yeah. Tonight.”

Ben removes his hand and you exit the room. As if on cue, the bell rings to signal the change of classes and you pick up your pace to make it through the sea of students back to your room in time for your next lesson.

He does call. And you do talk. But ultimately you agree not to change anything for now. He needs time to figure out where he and Jenny stand but neither of you can bear to let the other go in the meantime. You try to hide your growing disillusionment at your arrangement, but you can’t tell if you’re truly that good at pretending or if Ben actively ignores it.

It all comes to a head the morning you sleep through your alarm, recovering from your hushed over-the-phone activities the night before, and you forget to wear your perfume. His perfume.

You’ve assumed your position when Ben suddenly recoils.

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?” You wrack your brain trying to interpret the question.

He slowly leans back in, inhaling deeply to make sure he didn’t just miss it. “Vanilla and cherry.”

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. “Oh, B- Daddy, I’m so sorry.”

He nearly whines in disappointment. “Where is it?”

“I slept through my alarm. I must have been moving so fast this morning that I forgot it.” You twirl your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck. “I’ll wear it tomorrow, I promise.” Ben still doesn’t look at you. You tug a little harder, forcing his attention. “Hey. It was an honest mistake, I-”

“Did I do something wrong?”

The question jars you even more than the first. You want to reassure him but you can’t form the words and your hesitation speaks volumes.

“Baby, why didn’t you say something?” Ben pulls away completely now, leaning up against the chalkboard.

“What could I say, Ben?” You’re emboldened now, matching his stance. “That I’m tired of sneaking around? That I hate being the other woman but I feel this crushing guilt about coming between the two of you?” You pause to think carefully about your next words before just throwing caution to the wind. “That I love you and I want people to know it. Don’t you?”

You can see the hurt bloom in Ben’s eyes. “Kid, I…I don’t know what I want.”

But that hurts worse. “Really?” You reach to fix the few buttons he had managed to undo and walk towards the door but he steps in front of you.

“Hey, hey, don’t- baby, just- just hear me out kid, please, let’s talk-”

“Don’t call me that.” Your voice is tinged with cold.

“Call…call you what?”

“Don’t call me ‘kid.’ Don’t call me ‘baby.’ In fact, don’t call me anything until you figure out what it is you do want.” You swerve past him and yank the door open. “Maybe I’ll still be waiting for you.”

It takes everything in you not to slam the door out of respect for the ongoing classes around you.

You’ve mastered the separation of your personal and professional lives so no one can see through your façade for the rest of the day. But the last bell couldn’t ring soon enough. You pack your bag and leave just as quickly as any of your students and book it out to your car. You know you’re going to get stuck in the after-school traffic but it’s better than waiting it out in your classroom where he could find you. You’ve just unlocked your door when you hear your name. You don’t recognize the voice over the din of cars and school buses, so you search for the owner and immediately regret it.

Ben raises his hand at a car that stopped to let him pass and jogs across the pavement. You want nothing more than to scream at him but for the sake of keeping up appearances, you smile and let him approach. Your voice betrays your true feelings.

“I told you, Ben, I’m-”

“I know you’re pissed and you have every right to be. But I have something I need to say and I really don’t want you to misunderstand me, so could I please just get through to the end and then you can say your piece?” He sounds out of breath. “Please?”

You simply nod and lean back against your car, waving at passing students.

“Okay. I’ve thought about what you said. And truth be told, I have not been fully honest with you. But I want to change that. I want to talk about this. About us.” He takes a long pause, collecting himself, and you almost think he’s finished before he launches into it again. “Can I come see you tonight? At your place? Or mine, whichever you’re more comfortable with. I’ll cook and we can really talk. Face to face.”

“What about Jenny? She’s not going to wonder where you are?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m taking care of it.”

You take in his words. It’s not exactly what you hoped when he said he had something to say but you’re also standing in the middle of the high school parking lot. It’s neither the time nor the place to hash out your relationship problems.

“Fine. My place. 7:00. But you’re not staying too late, it’s a school night.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Ben lets himself smirk for a moment before switching back into teacher mode and bids you good afternoon, taking off back towards the school.

It’s 6:57 and you’re starting to curse yourself for agreeing to let Ben come over. But in a way, this is like a first date. Your first meeting outside of campus. And you can’t lie that the prospect of what could come after intrigues you.

7:00 on the dot and your doorbell rings, so you steel your nerves and open the door. Ben looks almost relieved that you actually answered and you step aside to let him in. In one hand, he holds an insulated bag of what you can only assume is ingredients for the dinner he promised to cook and in the other, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. You accept those with a small smile and lead him into the kitchen. He begins unpacking the bag to start cooking while you dig through drawers to find a pair of scissors.

“Do you want some wine? You didn’t say what you were planning to cook so I pulled out a red and I also have a white already in the fridge,” you offer as you cut the flower stems at an angle and untie the bundle to arrange them in the vase on the coffee table.

“White sounds perfect, thank you,” Ben accepts as he rolls up his sleeves. You pull out the bottle and pour a little into two glasses, handing him one. You go to take a sip before he holds his out to you. “Cheers.” You clink and then drink, resisting the urge to down half the glass in one go.

You stand off to the side most of the time while Ben takes over your kitchen, falling back into your easy conversations without even realizing it. You have to admit you love watching him, the way his hands grip the knife and the vegetables he’s cutting, the sweat glistening on his forehead and the back of his neck from the hot stove.

The rest of the night feels…natural. Effortless. You almost forget why he came over in the first place.

You’re lounging on the couch with him, dishes washed and kitchen cleaned, wine glasses in hand when you finally cut to the chase.

“So what did you want to say to me?”

Ben’s eyes widen slightly and he leans over to rest his glass on the coffee table. “Say what?”

You need him to get to the point before you lose your nerve again. “In the parking lot, you said you wanted to talk. About us. So let’s talk.”

He lets out a nervous sigh and turns to better face you. “Right.”

You hold eye contact, expecting him to say more, but nothing comes. You sit up, putting your glass down next to his, losing your patience. “Ben, if you’re not going to-”

“I love you, too.”

The four words you’ve been waiting for him to say since the first time you kissed. But followed by more silence.

“That’s it?”

Ben opens and closes his mouth, searching for the words, but you cut him off.

“That’s not enough, Ben. The sneaking around, the stolen stares across the room, it was fun but it’s not enough anymore. You’ve made a fool out of me, but more than that you’ve…I’ve ruined myself for you.”

“You…what do you mean?” He leans in, careful not to intrude too far into your personal space.

“What we have is- is different. I’ve never had something like this and I don’t think I ever will again. You’ve shown me things, taught me things that I can’t ever share with anyone else. But this isn’t going anywhere and I’m not sure you even want it to.”

“I do!”

“And Jenny? You can’t have us both, Ben.”

“I told her.” The only sounds in the room are your individual heavy breaths. “We talked and apparently, she’d been feeling pretty distant, too. She was trying to work up the courage to talk me into counseling but when I told her about you…she let me go.” He curls his hand into a fist, stopping himself from reaching out and touching you. “I am yours and only yours. And I don’t care who knows it anymore.”

“Then prove it.” You feel as if your heart is going to burst from how fast it’s racing.

“I will.”

Ben practically launches himself across the couch, yanking you into his arms and smashing his lips to yours, as if pulled by an invisible string. You react immediately, curling your limbs around him, desperate to hold him closer. You gasp for breath when he breaks apart just enough to mumble against your lips. “Where?”

“Down the hall, last door on the left.”

In a flash, you find yourself deposited on your bed, dress crumpled on the floor, fingers flying to undo the buttons on Ben’s dress shirt. You shift your focus to his slacks, his rock-hard bulge ever prominent as you unzip. You move to pull them down his thighs along with his briefs, but he stops you. His shirt now gone, he nudges you to fall backwards onto your pillows and he follows.

His weight on top of you is intoxicating, finally able to feel all of him. The broadness of his shoulders, the contracting muscles in his back, the softness of his tummy pressed to yours. His mouth finds its home in your cleavage, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, the scratch of his patchy beard bordering on overstimulating.

“Ben-”

“That’s not my name.” He looks up at you with a devilish grin and emphasizes his point with a hard grind of his hips into yours. “What’s my name?”

“Daddy!”

His tongue soothes each bite as he finally journeys up your chest to your neck. Taking in a deep breath, he releases it with a sinful groan from deep in his chest.

“You wear this just for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

#my writing #mr ben snl #mr ben x reader #mr ben fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #ppcu #pedrostories

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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Curiosity (Yandere Tsukishima)

This was a Quotev request!

Title: Curiosity

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, suggestive themes, non-consensual touching, seriously creepy vibes from Tsukishima

Summary: Tsukishima seems like a normal guy, except that he’s always writing in that journal of his. When you decide to see what he’s up to, you learn that he’s anything but normal.

curiosity

/noun/

a strong desire to know or learn something:

DAY 1

It’s the first day of school again. (Y/n) looked beautiful as ever today, I missed seeing her in her school uniform. Of course, I’ve been following her around town over the summer, but I missed seeing her in a skirt. This is the last year I see that until I make a move, as I doubt she’ll wear skirts to university.

I’ll do my best to draw what she looks like, since this is a special occasion, but there’s no way my art can do her justice.

Tsukishima Kei was a quiet guy, which, you supposed, was common for smart kids. You hadn’t known him well throughout high school and you doubted you’d have much time to get to know him, since the end of your third and final year was nearly upon you both.

One interesting thing you always noticed is that he was always writing in a journal of sorts, sometimes sketching away in it instead of writing.

You always wondered what it said.

DAY 17

(Y/n) smiled and waved at me today. She does that to everyone, I know, but I couldn’t breathe when she turned her divine attention on me! I felt like, even for a second, I had her undivided attention! I’d do anything, ANYTHING to get that on me again. I’d fucking kill everyone she knows if that means she’ll look at me and only me.

Tsukishima always gave you the distinct vibe that he wanted a friend, especially after his only friend moved away last year, but that he didn’t know how to approach anyone. You sensed a sort of longing when he looked at you and you wondered if your friendliness appealed to his loneliness. Perhaps he was awkward or shy?

You felt bad that you hadn’t had time to talk to him, but life really was just too busy. You always tried to be friendly when you passed him in the halls or made eye contact.

It was the least you could do.

DAY 33

I love (Y/n) so much that I was willing to dig around in her trash can to find that lip gloss she’d thrown away. How many guys would do THAT for their girlfriends? She only wore it a few times since she didn’t like it very much, but that just meant I had so much of something her precious lips had touched.

I felt like I was in heaven putting it on- like I was kissing her! I had dreams about doing just that and I woke up feeling happier and more refreshed than I had been all year. I need more.

You’d always felt like someone was following you and like your things were disappearing, but you wrote those feelings off as paranoia. Maybe you should take those things seriously, but who had time for that? You were on the student council, an honor student, and preparing for college.

Why didn’t you see the red flags?

Were you really so colorblind?

DAY 52

I went to her house and climbed in through the window. Thank goodness she’s on the first floor.

I went straight to her bed and just laid on it and inhaled her scent from the pillows and blankets. She’s on vacation and I miss her so much, so I really couldn’t help doing all this. It’s her fault for leaving me.

I wonder if she wants our room to look like this or if she has a better one in mind. I’m not a fan of the color but, if she likes it, who am I to disagree? I just want her to be healthy and happy with me. I’ll make her.

You were a naturally curious person. That’s probably why you did so well in school- you had a thirst for knowing why and how that many people your age didn’t care for. You never just wanted to accept things without an explanation. Better to be informed.

Sometimes you were called nosy or told to mind your own business, but you couldn’t help it. You also had a bad habit of eavesdropping and “investigating” on your own. You’d do great in a Nancy Drew book, but it annoyed real-life people.

It’s really no surprise that, when you went to grab Tsukishima’s left-behind notebook, you couldn’t stop yourself from peeking inside and reading some of the entries and looking at the drawings.

DAY 82

I peeked through her window at just the right time and caught her getting undressed for a shower! I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Words can’t describe the experience, so I’ll draw what she looked like instead:

You felt sick. For once, you wished, desperately, that your curiosity was nonexistent. If you could take back everything you’d seen in the last few minutes, you would.

You’d just go off to university, blissfully unaware, and never see that freak ever again. How could he write and draw such things? How could he violate your privacy like that? How dare he-

“You read it, didn’t you?”

The empty classroom went so silent you could hear a pin drop. Your horror felt like metal weighing down your stomach and throat. You couldn’t swallow, you couldn’t breathe.

Tsukishima was right behind you, inching closer each moment, but you couldn’t hope to turn around or run away. You were petrified, rooted in place like you were a statue. A statue with wide eyes and terror etched into your features.

You wanted to claim you hadn’t but the journal was still open in your hands, opened up to a disgusting drawing of yourself and your eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from it. Even if you wanted to futilely make up an excuse, your mouth wouldn’t form the words. You couldn’t so much as squeak.

As he stands directly behind you, his hands caress your waist, finger pads sinking deep into the flesh through your shirt. You shudder in disgust, but that’s the most movement your body can even make.

Even as his fingers dance at the hem of your shirt, daringly searching upwards against bare skin, you can’t move or make a sound. You wished you were a fight or flee kind of person and not a freeze.

You feel his lips brush against your earlobe and you violently shudder as he speaks into your ear a few chilling words.

“Don’t you know what curiosity did to the cat?”

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere x reader #yandere tsukishima #tsukishima kei

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soulrph · 2 years

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"𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙏" 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎. 𝙋𝙏. 1

okay so, this amazing anonymous request came in for prompts in which the sender is defending the receiver from a third party, who is being unnecessarily aggressive towards them! and me being me, i decided it was best to not only make a number of lists for this precise vibe, but ALSO to clarify in the list that these prompts are not directed towards the receiver of the meme, but rather to an NPC third party! unless the sender specifies otherwise. in which case, go wild! be sure to copy and paste the prefix (in this case: TO THE AGGRESSOR: ) to clarify with the receiver! i hope you guys enjoy using these as much as i enjoyed writing them!! and as always, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!!! i am making MORE lists based on this request!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " that's enough. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " back off, already! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " you need to think very carefully about the next words that leave your mouth. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " watch your mouth, dickhead! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " how the hell is your response even CLOSE to being proportionate to what they did?! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " come on, man, they made a mistake. that's all. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " hey, hey, hey! it was just a stupid accident, right? that's all. no need to be a dick about it! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " hey, would you relax already?! they didn't mean to! they meant nothing by it! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " talk to them like that one more time, and i swear to you, you'll never talk again. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " if anyone else has something they'd like to say to [RECEIVER], they can direct it to me. got that? "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " alright, they get it! you made your point! now shut the hell up! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " how much more sanctimonious bullshit do you intend on heaving on them?! shut up already! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " are you done? "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " leave them alone! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " don't make me repeat myself, man. back off. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " pick on someone your own size, asshole! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " do you always have to be such a dick? "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " don't go anywhere near them ever again, do you hear me?! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " go take a walk and come back when you're ready to be reasonable. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " i dare you to say another word to them. go on. i DARE you. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " keep going. go on. keep on terrorizing them. just remember, though: actions have consequences. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " how dare you speak to them like that?! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " god, you really do love the sound of your own voice, don't you? it's a shame that the rest of us don't. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " you must feel like a real badass right about now, yeah? yelling and frightening and humiliating someone with more decency and respect than you. except you're not a badass, you know. you're just a coward. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " okay, they get it! message received, asshole; now relax! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " oh, you're a special kind of asshole, huh? yelling at people you deem weaker than yourself for no good reason. how pathetic do you have to be? "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " well, if you're done being a whinging cry-baby, [RECEIVER] and i have actual important shit to get on with, so... you better scuttle away, yeah? "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " what the hell is your problem?! you don't get to just treat people like that, jackass! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " if making people cry is the only thing that gives your life meaning, you need serious help. now get away from them. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " i will not repeat myself. get. the hell. away from them. NOW. "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " is there a problem here? "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " you're teaching them a lesson, is that it?! you like lessons, dumbass? here's one for you; talk shit, get hit! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " you better shut your mouth before i shut it for you! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " i think they get the message, dickhead, okay? loud and clear. now back off!

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " tell me, is it a challenge to be such a relentless asshole, or does it just come naturally to you? "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " quit acting like you've never messed up before, jackass, and leave them be! "

TO THE AGGRESSOR: " this was all just some big misunderstanding, right? why don't you go cool off? take a walk, grab some water, move on. sound good? "

ACTION PROMPTS:

[ PUNCH ]: sender intervenes in a conflict between the receiver and a third party by punching the aggressor solidly in the face.

[ BLOCK ]: when the aggressor begins to invade the receiver's body space, sender pushes between them and shoves the aggressor back, serving as a human shield to the receiver.

[ EVICT ]: after intervening on the receiver's behalf, sender firmly and inarguably forces the aggressor to leave the building, never to return to the premises again.

[ GLARE ]: while in full view of the receiver, sender pins a terrifyingly ruthless glare on the aggressor, engaging in a brief stand-off that ends with the aggressor reluctantly leaving.

[ LEAVE ]: having intervened in the conflict on the receiver's behalf, the sender glances back to make sure they're alright, then leaves the room to follow the aggressor and ensure they leave the building.

[ ESCORT ]: after the conflict is resolved, the sender escorts the receiver away from the building to get some fresh air and a break from the scene of the argument.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompts #ask meme #violence tw #aggression tw #writing prompts #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #ask prompts #meme request.#roleplay prompt #rp prompt

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seiya-starsniper · 1 year

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for the angst prompt!! "why does this feel like goodbye?"

im laying my heart down for you to trample on it

Vi I hope you like weird sci-fi vibes because this is what my brain wanted to write today 😅

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“You need to leave before this whole place explodes!” Hob yells, gesturing frantically towards the cargo bay where the escape pods are located. “Now, Dream!”

“I’m not leaving without you!” Dream yells back, frustrated. “We’re a team! Partners don’t leave each other behind.”

Hob barks out a laugh. “Better late than never, I guess,” he says grinning like his birthday has come early. “You know I’m the only one with the self-destruct codes. And there’s still people on the ship. They need someone to help them escape safely. I’ll catch up later once everything’s ready.”

“Hob, don’t lie to me,” Dream warns. He may not be as familiar as Hob with the ship’s mechanics, but even he knows the distance between the control panel and the cargo bay is too far to outrun the self-destruct timer. It was built as a last resort and the person who sets it off is meant to go down with the ship.

“I’ve always got a trick or two up my sleeve, Dream,” Hob replies, giving him his signature wink. “I’ll find my own way off the ship before it explodes.”

Dream doesn’t believe him. He’s known Hob too long to recognize the false bravado behind that smile. Hob doesn’t have a plan.

“If you truly have a plan to escape,” Dream growls, stepping closer to Hob, “then why does this feel like goodbye?”

The sad smile he receives from Hob nearly knocks Dream off his feet.

“I never could fool you, not really,” Hob says. “ You’re right. There’s no guarantee that I’ll make it off the ship in time. But I’m going to do my damnest to try, and I need you to trust me, okay?”

Dream wants to yell, wants to scream that this is a terrible idea. Wants to drag Hob off the ship with him, the consequences be damned.

Instead, he wraps his arms around Hob and pulls him into a kiss.

Despite the circumstances, they don’t rush as their lips brush and Hob’s tongue eventually slips into his. Dream groans as their bodies press together, and by the time they pull apart, they’re both breathing heavily.

Dream levels Hob with a serious stare.

“Promise me you’ll escape. Swear it.” Dream demands.

“Holy shit,” Hob breathes. “I - yes. I’ll find my way back to you. I promise. Keep your communicator on. That’s how I’ll find you.”

Dream steals one more kiss, then dashes off to go gather the last of the crew to escape.

The ship explodes fifteen minutes after their escape pod launches.

Dream clutches tightly at his communicator, hoping against all odds, and waits.

–

Dream’s communicator has been silent for 26 months.

Specifically it has been 26 months, 10 days, 8 hours and 45 minutes since he fled the explosion of The Leviathan, a ship whose crew had been overrun by enemy forces. Dream managed to escape with the last of their team, but Hob…

Dream refuses to give up hope. He’s been separated from Hob for long stretches of time before (but never this long). Hob is resourceful, they’ve survived so many near-death experiences together, survived a literal planet explosion together with nothing but hope and Hob’s stubborn refusal to die.

So Dream waits. Hob said…he promised he would come back to Dream. They’d kissed on it. Dream’s lips still tingle when the memory washes over him.

Dream sighs when his stomach begins to grumble, and he places the device down on the nightstand, and walks out of his room to eat with his crew in the mess hall.

In the darkness of the room, there is a crackle of static, and the communicator screen lights up.

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#dreamling #dream x hob #hob x morpheus #sandman fanfic #seiya writes #seiya drabbles #I do not know what overcame me I have never written sci-fi in my life and I know it shows here #but still this was a lot of fun!#even if all I'm running off of is just vibes #seiya writes dreamling

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lixiesfreckless · 5 months

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Burn It | l. m.

the last installment to Punch It, a fic from the PICU

➸ synopsis: The Golden Tire Cup semifinals is today, and Minho has the opportunity to get the Wolfgang Street Racing club to the finals for the first time in four years.

Hopefully with you by his side, he'll be able to make it into the top two.

➸ starring: lee minho x female reader(ft. idols from jypnation, smtown, hybe, kq, everywhere, I went a bit crazy)

➸ word count: 3.6k words

➸ general content: streetracer!minho, very very dangerous street racing(do not attempt to do any of this, no matter how tempting it may be), a stupid amount of cameos, one somewhat misogynistic background character, gearhead culture

➸ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, a mild car wreck

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author's note: this is(should be) the final official installment to the picu! imagine punch it, floor it, and burn it as one continuous timeline, with the ending being this chapter. do I have a favorite? no, not after writing this chapter.

♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don't need to listen to it while reading(especially if the lyrics will bother you), but it's a street racing tournament for crying out loud. do yourself a favor and listen to these epic vibes.

yes, it's meant to be listened to in that order(starting from Deja Vu). shuffling it will result in Minho cramming you into an air fryer for 20 minutes at 180 degrees.

♫- Deja Vu

You feel the refreshing spray of hose water on your bare back, soaking your black bikini top for the fourth time this evening.

Whipping around, you find Minho rinsing off the back of his car, free hand stuffed into his pocket as he whistles and avoids eye contact.

He’s hit with a soapy sponge, square on the back of his black shirt.

“Hey!” He ditches the hose, deciding to pause washing the vehicle in favor of chasing you around the bumper.

The Wolfgang racing club had gathered at Changbin’s house for the annual Golden-Tire-Cup-and-car-show-preparation-party, detailing and fixing cars as needed before it’s time for the race, which takes place in the California desert shortly after sundown. Members were littered across the lawn and garage, replacing rims, tightening brakes, and avoiding Minho, who had taken a liking to spraying anyone that came close to his ride.

“Yo Min, I love what you did with the brakes!” Jisung points and yells to him, twirling and fumbling a ratchet wrench as he runs into the garage, kneeling to meet Seungmin who slides out from under someone’s car on a skateboard.

“What did you do to them?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and crossing your arms.

“Oh, I painted them red to match,” he says nonchalantly, the only sign of something strange being the pink dusting his cheeks.

“Match…match what? There’s no red on your car-”

No, but your whole car is red.

A slow smile spreads across your face as you walk around the hood of the car, and Minho only looks up at you right before you lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek. He smiles as you step back, sighing and admiring your teamwork.

The 1993 Toyota MR2 glistens in the late afternoon sun, not a single scratch or scuff mark streaking the ebony shell. Minho doesn’t think the car has been this clean since he first got the keys.

“You nervous at all?”

“Me? Nervous?” He scoffs and waves you off, and then worry creases his features as he drops the act. “...a little. We haven’t made it this far in years.”

“Yeah, but…” you say, pulling him in to wrap your arms around his half-soaked waist, “for the best racer in the city, I think it’s manageable.”

“Laying it on thick, are we?”

“Better take advantage of it while you can,” you giggle, and he rolls his eyes before leaning down.

Suddenly, a set of loud engines cut into the air as they fly around the block corner, cars rumbling and thundering as they slow down and approach Changbin’s house. A modified black vintage Mustang jerks to a stop in the driveway, and then the door flies open, a slender man with long skunk-stripe hair stepping out onto the hot pavement. A leather jacket with the word Guerillaz across the back sits draped on his shoulders as he closes the car door behind him, and other men start leaving their respective cars.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what did I miss?” The man says, tilting down his sunglasses and smirking at the two of you, still holding each other. You take the hose from Minho and aim it at him, spraying a stream of water and sending him into a fit of shrieks as he holds up his team jacket as a shield.

“Look what the scaredy cat dragged in,” Changbin taunts from the garage, before ditching his work gloves and crossing the lawn to meet the unexpected intruder.

Wooyoung catches Changbin in a hug, elated to see his old teammate after so long.

He used to be a part of the Wolfgang racing club before he moved up the coast to Sacramento– but since he couldn’t keep his hands away from the wheel, he ended up making his own club, one that ended up driving back down to team with Wolfgang to win the Kingdom Cup a year later.

They only come back down twice a year; once for the Christmas car show, and again in the summer for the Golden Tire Cup Championship.

Wooyoung lets go of him, nodding towards Minho as he takes off his sunglasses.

“Semifinals, huh?” He says, looking at him in awe. “You must have gotten a lot better since I last saw you.”

“My teacher was alright,” he sighs and shrugs, and you spray his face and walk off, leaving him dripping wet in favor of going to find Yeji.

“Now that, I did not see coming,” San whispers, dapping up Hyunjin as he approaches the latter’s Supra, now painted red to match his hair. “The last time I saw them, they hated each other.”

“Wouldn’t you feel the same way if you met your match?” Ryujin pipes up from the ground, tightening the nut on a wheel. “They both thought they were the best before Minho won Changbin’s car.”

“Minho did what?” He asks, eyes turning to saucers.

“Dude, let me tell you about what happened last summer…”

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Night is falling in the desert, but it’s never looked more awake.

Rows upon rows of cars line up on the dry earth, and photographers and gearheads alike gawk at the automobiles, snapping endless amounts of pictures and videos with their devices.

Further down the track a stage is set up, with some DJ working a growing crowd as they sip on whatever they can get their hands on.

You’re at the edge of the car show with Yeji, helping her ward off condescending men with boring car questions. Surely they must know that car enthusiasts don’t all have to be male.

Another one saunters up to the two of you, sizing you up with a stare that lingers just a little too long at your exposed midriff.

“And this is your car?” he asks, and in favor of keeping your team from being disqualified, you keep your arms folded tight against your chest.

“Yes, it’s-” Yeji stops you with a raised hand, looking up from inspecting her manicure and staring him dead in the eyes.

“It’s my 608 horsepower V8 engine 2015 Porsche 918 Spyder, why do you ask?” She asks sweetly, smiling and batting her eyelashes at him. He narrows his eyes and reluctantly walks away, realizing this wasn’t a fight he could win.

“Nice one,” you chuckle, right as your phone rings in your team jacket. You check the time and answer it, noting that it’s just after 8 pm before speaking.

“Hello?”

“Your boyfriend says to ‘get your ass over here’. The race is about to start,” Lia says, half drowned out by the crowd you’re sure is swarming there by now. You look at Yeji, who waves you off with a shake of her head.

“I think I can fend for myself,” she whispers, and you nod in response.

“I’ll be there in two minutes.”

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You hear bets being made and taunts being thrown as you push your way through the crowd, making your way to the start of the track. Four cars of different makes, models, and colors sit at the starting line, with members of their respective teams standing near each one, buzzing with anticipation.

After showing the back of your jacket you get let onto the track, where at least half of your gang circles Minho, giving him some last words of advice and encouragement.

“Remember, the gas is on the right and the brakes are on the left,” Felix jokes.

“Oh oh, and your seatbelt,” Jeongin joins in, egging him on, “don’t wanna break the law, now do we?”

“Alright alright, knock it off you two,” Changbin laughs, then looks to the team’s resident mechanic.

Chan is silent for a moment, then puts a hand on Minho’s shoulder.

“You’ve got this,” he says quietly, and the team nods in agreement. “Be safe.”

You push your way into the circle, and Chan smiles at you before gesturing to everyone else.

“Let’s give them some space, yeah?” he says, and the group disperses, wishing safety and slapping Minho on the back before exiting the track.

The man of the hour turns to you as you step up to him, the shouts of the crowd fading into the background as you meet his eyes.

“How are you doing,” you whisper, flicking some sand off of his team jacket. He looks out at the crowd, drawing in a deep breath before looking down at you again.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of losing,” he admits, running a hand through his black locks. “I don’t want to let everyone down, we’ve come so far-”

“Because of you, Minho,” you interrupt, pushing a pointed finger against his chest. “We only got this far because of you. We’ll be proud no matter what trophy you take home.”

The creases in his forehead ease at your words, and you take his gloved hand into yours.

“You’re not here to be the best; we already know you are,” you remind him, smiling. “You’re here to have fun. Winning would just be a nice bonus.”

“Oh yeah? And what happens if I win?” He grins, pulling your hand a bit closer as you chuckle at his forwardness.

“I can think of a couple things-”

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE TENTH ANNUAL GOLDEN TIRE CUP SEMIFINALS!”

The voice of the announcer booms over the speakers as a tall man with a silver microphone enters the track. You quickly leave a kiss against Minho’s cheek, then lean over to his ear.

“Come back to me in one piece,” you whisper, then squeeze his hand and run off the track.

“WE HAVE QUITE THE LINEUP FOR YOU TODAY, SO LET'S HEAR IT FOR OUR RACERS!”

The crowd erupts into cheers as each racer stands in front of their car, awaiting their introduction.

“FROM THE P1ECE PEDAL PUSHERS, HWANG INTAK!”

A guy with curly brown hair waves at the crowd, blowing kisses and causing several girls pushed up against the barricade to faint.

“FROM THE BLUE FLAMES, NAKAMURA KAZUHA!”

A Japanese chick with sick looking sunglasses does a small curtsy, and you scream along with the crowd, always excited to see other women excited about racing.

“FROM THE NEVER CRASHING TIRES, LEE JENO!”

A guy with snow white hair spells out his team’s acronym with his hands before waving, and you can hear his team start chanting from down the track.

“AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, FROM THE WOLFGANG, LEE MINHO!”

You and the gang howl as loud as you can as Minho turns around and points to his back, showing off the detailed wolf design on the back of his team leather jacket.

The four racers shake hands with each other before each getting into their cars, waving one last time at the crowd before shutting the doors.

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If Minho really thinks about it, all races are the same.

The announcer had gone over the rules, and despite this not being his first race by a long shot, he assumes that anyone would have been able to guess them.

Three laps around the track.

No shortcuts.

Start at the sound of the gun.

Unlike NASCAR, foul play technically is allowed, but none of the teams that made it to the semifinals made it by playing dirty. It felt too much like cheating. That, and no one wanted to scratch their nice cars for a trophy if they didn’t have to.

Minho grips the wheel and closes his eyes as a girl wearing next to nothing struts out to the middle of the track, holding an air gun in her gloved hand.

Slowly, the sounds of the crowd roaring and his opponents cheekily revving their engines fade into the background, the world around him becoming more still as he goes to his happy place.

He opens his eyes again and he’s back, back in the passenger seat with you holding the steering wheel.

“What are you waiting for?” you say, giving him an annoyed side eye.

“Aren’t you going to tell me when to go?”

“Okay, go.”

“What-”

BANG!

“Go!”

Minho breaks out of his reverie and floors it, the racers doing the same as the crowd screams in delight.

“AND THEY’RE OFF!” The announcer booms, standing in a tower on the other side of the starting line as a black haired girl next to him waves a giant checkered flag. The cars zoom forward, getting smaller and smaller as they tear down the track. A tiny drone follows them, becoming a tiny red light flashing in the distance.

Minho grins, falling into the rhythm of upshifting like it’s an old song he loves.

The P1ECE’s car takes the lead, narrowly cutting corners while NCT’s car stays hot on its trail, not letting it get a lead. The Wolfgang’s car gives them their space as Blue Flame’s car stays next to it, hugging the inside of every curve.

One lap down, and Minho is cruising in third place as the cars zip past the finish line.

“IT REALLY IS ANYONE’S GAME FOLKS…”

Silently, you say a prayer as the cars disappear from view, the crowd going insane around you and your gang.

Inside the car, Minho is having a ball, treating the desert track as his own personal time trial as he and the others burn rubber, trading places around every turn.

He lets Kazuha’s car pass him as he eases up on the gas, enough to let her gain a small lead.

“What is he doing?!” An angry man yells, gripping onto the barrier as the cars fly past the start again, signaling the final lap. You assume he has money on the line as you smirk, knowing Minho’s real strategy.

“THERE GO THE RACERS AND- HOLD UP- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DO WE HAVE A DRIFT RACER?!”

The crowd becomes uncontrollable as they hear the announcer, seeing a small cloud of smoke go up from the edge of the track as Minho drifts around the first turn, not slowing down.

“That’s my boyfriend!” You point and scream, barely keeping yourself behind the barrier.

Minho spins the wheel left and right, howling inside of his car as it slides around every curve, leaving a smoky trail behind it. Threatened, the other racers speed up, attempting to widen the gap between him and them, but he’s gaining ground way too quickly.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he wanted to. He’s having too much fun.

He hardly realizes there’s only thirty seconds left between him and the GT Cup Finale.

And then, on the final turn, the unthinkable happens.

Jeno’s car pulls away as something under Kazuha’s car explodes, and then starts smoking.

Minho watches as her car drifts into Intak’s, making them both turn sideways and start to block the inside of the turn.

Heart dropping, he realizes he won’t be able to clear the turn.

“Are you not going to slow down?!” He yells, frightened at the calmness in your voice.

“Why would I do that-”

“To keep us ALIVE?!” He screams, grabbing onto the middle console. “Because that’s how you handle turns?!”

No.

“This is how you handle a turn,” Minho whispers, and then taps on the break and spins his steering wheel to the right.

Up ahead, you feel yourself going lightheaded as you see the smoke start to build, blocking the rest of the track from view. Only the neon green NCT car was visible, blazing towards the finish line.

Next to you, Hyunjin goes pale, and you grip onto his arm, more to steady yourself than to comfort him as the crowd collectively holds their breath.

And then, the crowd explodes into cheers.

“RUN ME OVER AND CALL ME DINNER- WOLFGANG MAKES IT AROUND THE FINAL TURN!”

Minho flies around the corner, tires skidding against the ground while the car drifts before he steps on the gas again, emerging from the smoke. You scream, nearly shaking Hyunjin to death as you grip onto his jacket and watch the MR2 draw near to the finish line.

The girl next to the announcer wildly waves her checkered flag as the NCT car crosses the finish line, followed two seconds later by the Wolfgang car, before they both screech to a halt.

Minho throws the door open, nearly tripping over himself as he strains to see down the other end of the track, followed by Jeno.

A hush falls over the crowd as they wait in near silence, hoping to see anything other than smoke emerging from the two cars that fell behind.

In the red haze from their tail lights, one figure emerges.

Kazuha’s thumb shoots up from her body, carried in Intak’s arms as he walks them both towards the starting line.

“THEY’RE OKAY!” The announcer cheers, nearly dropping his binoculars as the crowd joins him.

Relieved, Minho's eyes search for yours before locking on them, barely having any time to react as you sprint across the track, and subsequently crash into him. The rest of the gang hops the barrier, whooping and hollering as they celebrate their finalist.

“I knew it, I knew you could do it,” you nearly sob, clutching onto his jacket.

“You saved my life,” he shudders, holding your shoulders tightly. “I would have crashed into them if you never taught me to drift.”

You don’t hesitate; you can’t. You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for the kiss he should have gotten before the race.

The crowd screams as he picks you up and spins the two of you, not caring one bit about who’s looking as he returns your embrace in earnest, smiling against your lips.

“GET A ROOM, WILL YOU?” The announcer laughs, walking up to the two of you and dragging Jeno with him. Minho chuckles and puts you down, and you catch a glimpse of the announcer’s mic, spelling Soobin in sparkly silver letters.

“EVERYONE, OUR GOLDEN TIRE CHAMPIONSHIP FINALISTS!”

Soobin takes Minho’s arm and raises it along with Jeno’s, and the crowd goes wild.

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slowlee: come to the kitchen rq

You read the text and swipe away the notification, slipping the phone back into your jacket pocket.

“Glad to hear that no one got seriously injured,” the man you were talking to says, stepping back onto his motorbike. “Typically for people like us, crashes end up being way less epic.”

“Well I'm glad you haven't gotten into any,” you jest, waving to him and his crew before they roll off the driveway, their silver hexagonal logos glinting off their jackets in the moonlight.

You turn and walk back up to Changbin’s house, alive and overflowing with guests as the afterparty is in full swing.

Making your way through the crowded house, you dap up Hongjoong and a tipsy Mingi, do a shot with Chaeryeong and Yuna, and slide into the kitchen right as Minho picks up a brown bottle, instantly meeting your gaze.

“EVERYONE!” Minho yells, pouring a shot of whiskey into his cup before pulling you to his side. You try and fail to keep a grin from landing on your face.

“I’d like to make a toast,” he announces, surveying the room of members and supporters turning to face him and grinning. “To this team, for making it to the finals after four years!”

Whoops and whistles fly around the room.

“To Changbin, for helping me keep his old car in top condition so I don’t die on the road!”

A crazy sounding laugh comes from the man holding baby Chun Ja, complete with a mini racer jacket and red binkie.

“And to the rightful owner of his car,” he lowers his voice, face softening as he looks down at you.

“Minho,” you whisper, eyes widening as you stare up at him in shock.

“I want them to know,” he whispers back, hand squeezing your waist.

“For beating my ass by seven seconds in our duel last year,” he continues, and you watch as several members around the room blink and look at each other in confusion. Yeji and Hyunjin’s eyebrows shoot up simultaneously, and your best friend’s eyes meet yours, equally shocked. “And teaching me that there’s no point in being the best, if you’re not having fun with it.”

The room erupts into cheers as Minho raises his solo cup, and everyone follows suit, cups rising all around the kitchen. “Next stop, the Golden Tire Cup Finals!”

“Shit, I’ll drink to that,” Wooyoung laughs, before everyone throws their shots back.

As the party quickly resumes, you’re swarmed by some of the girls in the gang, bombarded with questions about the legendary duel that decided the fate of the club’s leader. Amongst the chaos, you lock eyes with Minho, who’s getting slapped on the back by Hyunjin while some other members tease him.

He mouths three words to you, and you swear you feel your whole soul light on fire.

You giggle, flaming red as you mouth them back.

I love you too.

After all, you should have known that after acquiring your heart, there’s only one thing he could do.

Burn it.

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Burn It

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cast(in order of appearance)

Lee Minho as the finalist

Han Jisung as the baby mechanic

Kim Seungmin as the only one working

Jung Wooyoung as the old teammate

Seo Changbin as the host

Choi San as the one that's figuratively late to the party

Hwang Hyunjin as the drama

Shin Ryujin as the pit crew

Hwang Yeji as the one who knows her shit

Lia as the messenger

Lee Felix as thing 1

Yang Jeongin as thing 2

Bang Chan as the experienced mechanic

Choi Soobin as the mc

Hwang Intak as the heartthrob hero

Nakamura Kazuha as the victim

Lee Jeno as the neo one

Kim Hongjoong as the designated driver

Song Mingi as the passenger princess

Lee Chaeryeong as party girl 1

Shin Yuna as party girl 2

dedicated to everyone who read Punch It and demanded a book afterwards. it's never gonna happen, but the flattery stayed with me.

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