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cheonstapes · 21 days

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘SUGAR BABY CHRONICLES’ ヽ(´o｀；

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x fem!reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

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REQUEST from my lovely @miguelzslvtz; So I was thinking of an older!Sugar daddy Miguel x reader. The reader is working at small country club and Miguel noticed her. She’s serving him drinks, and taking care of him. He tells her she’s too good to be working there and introduced the idea of being her sugar daddy (basically some arm candy). He invites her over to his mansion for a party and she’s dressed up for him🫶🏻 all night she’s being looked at by other men and woman, he’s being very protective of her. He loves on her all night and makes sure she’s taken care of💗💗spoiled✨

cw; older!miguel, slight age gap (reader is in early 20s, miguel is in early 30s), cumming inside, slight breeding(not really, i just have a problem), sugardaddy!miguel, readers a little bit of a tsundere kinda, miguel’s really in love, cunnilings, shower sex, hair pulling, NAWT PROOFREAD!!

4k+ words (longest fic omg!!)

@cheonstapes; hi again…🤗 these hiatuses are killing me. i’ve been absolutely swamped and i lost so much motivation to write but im glad to say i think i’ve found my footing. i found myself again and i’ll work on balancing everything from now on! i apologise for the mammoth amount of time it took me to do this (this is what i get for working chronologically) and i have not forgotten about your requests if you sent one! pyramids and project ex will still be coming but i want to make sure requests are out of the way as they’ve been there for months and it’s not fair for the lovely people who’ve waited so long. thanks again! i love you all🩷

you loved your job, you really did.

not many people can say that genuinely, but when you’re getting the tips you’re getting, seeing the men you’re seeing, you definitely don’t wanna leave anytime soon. working at such an elite club meant you were among the rich of the rich — the big shots of the city that wouldn’t be caught anywhere else.

at the very least, the uniform was modest enough — obviously though, there would always be a few buttons left undone on your shirt, your skirt pulled up just that little bit higher. that window of flesh, no matter how small, was a guaranteed extra thousand in your pocket by the end of the night — and that wasn’t even counting him.

mr. o’hara. that’s all you knew him by. the man was overtly secretive, often arriving alone or occasionally with a very small group of associates. he was by far your biggest tipper. at times, you wondered if he owned the club due to the pure influence he has on your boss — somehow, much to your excitement, convincing him to bump your pay-check up by a lofty sum. the amount of money you make could send you into an early retirement, but of course you wouldn’t do that. it meant you wouldn’t get to learn more about him, and you needed to learn more about him.

summer was always the busiest, the great weather meaning there was more members than usual coming out to play. although, running around and serving for 9 hours a day was extremely tiring — gruelling even. there was sweat dripping down your face, your black dress feeling like a leather coat with the way it clung to you like second skin.

one last drink. you had one last drink to serve and then you could go on your break. double checking the table number, your eyes widened slightly as you saw him. mr. o’hara was not a small man by any means — the bulging muscles tucked away under his tight dress shirt, shoulders almost akin in length with the table. to put it simply, he was the epitome of sexy. you were barely at his table and you could smell him already, the masculine musk of his oud creating a musky, rose scented bubble that ensnared all your senses.

“‘s that for me, sweetheart?”

yes, yes it was. but he really wanted to hear you say it. your voice was such a sweet caress to his ear — he could guarantee an angel got its wings every time you spoke. miguel usually prides himself on being in control of his emotions, his body — but having a pretty, little thing like you just within his grasp was the ultimate challenge of restraint.

the man felt absolutely helpless, his heart pounding in his chest like a hormonal teenage boy when you placed the drink in front of him. “you know it, mr. o’hara — you order the same thing everyday.” fuck. the sip he was having was definitely becoming more than a sip the longer he held the cup to his mouth — chub twitching against the fabric of his slacks.

you were just the sweetest little thing — much more enthusiastic than the other girls that worked there. he might be just imagining it too, but he can feel deep in his heart that you dress up just for him. miguel knows you want him, and he’s more than happy to give himself to you.

“you know me better than i know myself, dulzura. almost like you’re keeping tabs on me, hm?”

“i mean, yeah, i kinda am. it’s my job, mr. o’hara. you’re one of our most frequent regulars, it’d be crazy if i couldn’t tell you your order ‘fore you give it to me.”

oh…yeah.

in miguel’s defence, it’s been a while….a long while since he last flirted — and having an 8-year-old daughter who’s judging your every move means there’s not a lot of time to work on your game. but he’d be damned if he lost an angel like you, he will be yours. plus, gabi does need a woman like you in her life too.

“do you enjoy it, though? your job, I mean — not keeping tabs on me.”

“you probably won’t believe this, but i actually do. the pay’s good, at least, and i can afford to pay my bills, uni, and still have fun. i’m kinda lucky, i guess.”

“you wouldn’t have to worry about that with me, nena.”

miguel knew he was probably breaking some sorta rule, flirting with staff or whatever — but god you were worth it. if being able to take you home meant that he would never set foot in the club again, then so be it.

“sorry, what was that, sir?”

“…quit your job — not in a ‘you’re bad at your job way’ — i’ll take care of you. i can give you everything, anything you want.”

you couldn’t say you were surprised, especially with the nature of your job — old men say stuff like this to you all the time. but, miguel wasn’t any old man. as much as you loved your job, had a stable income and good connections — the thought of quitting and running away with a man like him? fuck, it was so tempting.

“alright then. i hope you live up to those words, mr. o’hara.”

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mr o’hara (sugardaddy?)

i’m throwing an event at work tonight, i want you to be there.

sent 16:42

(y.n)

hi, mr o’hara. i’d love to but i finish work at 7,i don’t know if i’ll be able to make it. and i don’t really have anything to wear :(

sent 16:50

mr. o’hara (sugardaddy?)

don’t worry about it, gorgeous. i’ve already got you off work for the rest of the week, and i’ve got you something nice to wear.

sent 16:50

(y.n)

oh, really? well, i guess i’ll see you there then! ;)

sent 16:56

mr. sugardaddy

mmhm, i can’t wait to see you, babe. and call me miguel.

sent 16:56

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miguel had promptly sent his driver to pick you up in a sleek black sports car, much to the dismay of your co-workers. a beautifully wrapped box was placed on the seat beside you, a bouquet of orchids and a small note that read ‘for you, las flores más bonitas para la chica más guapa - m’

it was hard to not feel a tinge if heat was rising in your face, for someone whom you’re only just getting to know to be so utterly romantic — it was a new experience! relationships had never been something you were particularly interested in, but there was no denying the allure that someone like miguel held and only time could tell how it would all play out.

arriving at his mansion, which was nothing short of jaw dropping — the halls were mostly desolate aside from the quite bustle of the staff that were preparing for tonight’s ball. an elderly woman escorts you upstairs to the master bedroom, your eyes roaming the area as you take in the grandeur of the building — aged walls paired with a modern nueva york touch.

“where’s mr. o— miguel?” the woman turns to you, an indecipherable smile on her lips.

“mr. o’hara is just getting prepared for the ball. don’t fret over him, he’ll join you shortly.” well, it was a bit rude to invite someone over and not be there to greet them but ok! “ah, i forgot to mention,” she opens the door, stepping aside to let you in. “i left you a little something on the dresser. i believe you both’ll be needing it.” the woman winks, silently closing the door behind her — leaving you alone in the large room.

god, even the room smelt like him. a musky wood and cinnamon smell, with the faintest hint of vanilla from the candle burning by the window sill. it wasn’t everyday you were in the presence of such luxury, especially old money luxury. your eyes flitted over to the dresser the woman was referring to, that sneaky grandma.

a box of xl condoms, birth control, towels, all wrapped in a cute gift basket. “seriously? who does she think i am? i’m not fucking on the first date.” wait— was this a date? it definitely felt like one, but it was hard to be 100% sure. this was too much to deal with now, all that was left to worry about was the ball and getting ready.

on the bed behind you lay a beautifully wrapped box, with a red ribbon to top it off. it fell gracefully onto the bedsheets as you unwrapped it, lifting the lid to reveal the shimmering red dress underneath. a sleeveless satin dress, fabric lined with the finest crystals, a slit raising mid thigh, lined a sheer lace. it was the definition of classy, with a hint of seduction.

putting it on felt like a crime, something so beautifully should be preserved and put into a museum. it took all of your willpower to not tuck the dress away somewhere safe and just go and get one of your own — but alas, it was a gift, the least you could do is wear it. the craziest part was how perfect it fit. practically a glove, clinging onto every curve and crevice of your body — extenuating places you never even noticed before.

smoothing out the wrinkles, making sure it was as perfect as possible — fuck, you looked hot. the colour complimented your skin exquisitely, adding a soft glow to your complexion. in the time it took you to get ready, it seemed like the party was already amping up. you could see the surge of people from the window, flashing lights and an abundance of cars being handed to the concierges. you still had yet to see miguel and what better time to look for him than now?

there was a pair of red heels that matched the dress to a T, slipping them on and bouncing down the steps. the butterflies fluttered wildly in your tummy the nearer you got to the party, joining the line of people being checked in by security. though, from the corner of your eye, you catch sight of him. standing there in all his 6’ glory, curls lightly slicked back, wearing a tight button up shirt and those sexy slacks.

something about seeing miguel like this, so carefree and relaxed, set something off inside of you. even though you were supposed to be his guest, you did everything in your power to avoid his gaze — purely cause you don’t think you’d be able to maintain eye contact him for longer than a few minutes without jumping his bones. but of course, fate was destiny’s whore, and soon enough you were being escorted straight into the ballroom.

“were you avoiding me, cielo?”

a hand splayed across your waist, leading you deeper inside the hall as he whispered in your ear. it was obviously due to the fact that you probably couldn’t hear him all too well because to the loud music, but the way his hands caressed your sides, his lips brushing against the lobe of your ear — it felt all too intentional.

“no…i just didn’t want to cut in line. i figured i’d see you when i see you.”

“is that so?” he slid a champagne flute in your hands, grabbing one of his own as he tilted his head at you — a stray curl unfurling down his forehead. “you’re like an open book, cariño. you think i don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head by now?”

“so you’ve been studying me, hm?” now it was your turn to raise a brow, tilting your head back as you took a long sip of your champagne. it wouldn’t be a huge surprise if he had been, it was kinda obvious from all the stares he’d give you and when he’d ‘enquire’ about you from your colleagues.

“mmm, studying’s a strong word. i was simply…observing you. can’t blame me for wanting to know someone as enchanting as you better.”

he had quite the mouth on him, didn’t he? you couldn’t stop the small smile that graces your lips, shaking your head in disbelief.

“you’re so stupid, miguel.”

“if falling for you is stupid, then i’m the dumbest of them all.”

it was so bad, so bad that it was actually good. and that comment shaped the rest of your night together. considering your new arrangement, he took the liberty of introducing you to his circle of friends and their wives — conveniently leaving out that he was your new sugar daddy, but that was a story for another day. miguel revelled in the looks they all gave you, seemingly forgetting they themselves had a date nestled on their arms. he really couldn’t have picked a better dress, but damn if it wasn’t killing him.

you really didn’t know how beautiful you were, and he so badly wanted to show you. the dim lighting was a blessing for the tent in his slacks, giving him a flimsy disguise for the arousal he felt at that moment. after more than a few drinks too, wandering hands and lingering words, it was becoming unbearable. however, scaring you off wasn’t on his bucket list tonight. he didn’t take this long fighting for your attention to loose you on the first date. he vowed to do everything at your pace, leaving it up to you to make the first move.

as the party wrapped up, and miguel said his goodbyes — you stood at the door, shivering from the cold air as it nipped against your bare arms. the fun you had was incomparable to any party you’ve ever been to, but you thought you may have overstayed your welcome. shakily tapping on your phone with freezing fingers, ordering an uber to pick you up —

“leaving already?”

“yeah, i had a lot of fun tonight, though.” it was a genuine smile, one that spoke a million words. “thanks for inviting me, miguel.”

for a man so big he sure did move so silently. he stood behind you, gently grasping your hand in his as she looked down on you. “when i invited you, i didn’t invite you as a mere guest — you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you’d like.”

it didn’t even sound like he was simply offering, miguel was begging. you could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice — urging you to stay the night, stay with him.

“miguel, are you sure? i don’t even have anything to change—“

“i’ve already organised sleepwear for you, but you could wear something of mine if you’d like?”

that sly smirk slid its way onto his face once again, rolling your eyes as you walked past him — pulling out your phone to cancel the uber. “fine, i’ll stay. i might take you up on that offer too.”

lo and behold, an array of skincare and pyjamas were set out on his bed as you entered the master bedroom once again — and to top it off, gift bags filled with designer items that you’d never thought you’d ever own. “miguel…is this all for me?”

“unless i have another sugar baby, who else would it be for? ‘course it’s for you, darling — consider it a…’welcome’ gift.”

“more like my entire tuition fee, hell. you didn’t have to spend all this money on me, y’know?”

“cariño,” you could see miguel walking up to him from the mirror in front, his arm slipping round your waist to pull you into his back. “i spend my money how i want, and i want to spend it on you. so i don’t want to hear no more complaining from you, understand.” the small nod you gave earned a small grin from him, a hand smoothing up the curve of your back until it reached the shimmering zipper under your neck.

“you look like a goddess tonight, baby. so fucking beautiful…” his words were whispered softly into your neck, gentle breaths caressing your skin. as he spoke, the zipper slid lower and lower — until your dress was held together by the tips of his fingers. the cold metal of his rings brushed against your bare skin, the tips of his fingers dancing on the curve of your waist as he lets the fabric pool at your feet.

“m-miguel, i’m sweaty from all the dancing! at least let me wash up first, or something.” if you weren’t sweating much then, you were definitely sweating buckets now. the heat radiating from you mixed with the heat simmering between the two of you made for a heady cocktail of unspoken desire — and you silently cursing yourself for almost breaking the number one rule: ‘don’t fuck on the first date.’

“we can use my shower then, it’s large enough for the both of us.” we? oh, you’re definitely breaking that rule now. “i didn’t say this was gonna be a joint effort, did i? i can wash myself, miguel.” you weren’t even convincing yourself with the breathy way you spoke, the way he was caressing you, the pure adoration in his voice was something you haven’t felt before. plus, this is the guy who’s willingly paying you to simply be around him — it’s a win-win situation.

“i know you can, baby —“ letting out a deep chuckle, miguel intertwined your hands and lead you towards the bathroom — “but it’s more fun with two, no?” the gentle pitter-patter of the waterfall shower reverberated through the silence of the room, the sound of fabric rustling followed shortly after. glancing down at your feet, miguel’s clothing was promptly discarded — your widened eyes trailing up his hefty frame.

“fucking christ…”

the man in front of you was nothing short of absolutely beautiful. despite spending everyday surrounded by older men, you never found yourself truly attracted to them until now — or maybe it was simply just miguel himself. “i thought you wanted to take a shower, muñeca?” oh, yeah, the shower. before you could even finish your thought, miguel was already occupying half of the space in there, leaving a small pocket for you to slide into.

the expeditious beating of your heart was muffled by the steady stream of water, but it was more than clear to miguel what you were feeling in that moment. the moment was strangely intimate, and dare i say innocent, for the predicament you found yourself in. his hands gently roamed your skin, barely making contact with any sensitive areas aside from fleeting brushes. he made a point to use his hands instead of a rag, claiming he could ‘clean you better than a flimsy cloth’.

it was truly getting unbearable, utterly frustrating. your subconscious and ovaries were in an intense battle of wits, when a third party made itself known in the worst way possible. you really had forgotten that miguel was as naked as you were until you felt the base of his cock slide between your ass cheeks, chest flush against his back. the slightest hitch of your already shaky breath earned another rich laugh from within him, thick fingers playing with the skin of your tummy.

“you feeling cleaner or what? i’m more than happy to keep going if you are, baby.”

of course you wanted him to keep going! you were already as wet as is, in every way possible. “i..i think you might’ve missed a spot.” the hand on your tummy paused, his breath hitting your ear as he bent down slightly. “i did? i like to consider myself very thorough, cariño — enlighten me.” you did your best to turn with the small space you had, looking up at him with a more confident expression than the one you wore previously.

“here.”

now it was miguel’s turn to be surprised, the tip of his finger brushing against your swollen clit before tapping against your slit. it had been so long since you had a real good fuck, and right now you were genuinely about to give this man some babies if he kept on smiling like that. “mm, looks like i did. forgive me for being so careless. i’ll make sure she gets extra attention.” his words trailed off as he sunk to his knees, the gentle spray of water splattering against his face.

he tapped your ass, lifting you up with one hand as he pressed you against the cool glass, legs resting on his shoulders. his pretty lashes were dusted with droplets of water as he gazed at you from between your thighs, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin as he kneaded your skin gently. his thick tongue was enough to completely spread you open, eagerly collecting your creamy essence.

miguel was moaning like a pure slut, you would think he got more pleasure in eating you out than you did. his eyes were rolled back, hips absentmindedly bucking to the rhythm of the shower as he sucked on your clit. the position was not uncomfortable by any means, but the unadulterated pleasure you were feeling made it hard to stay upright — nails raking down the expensive marble tiles as you practically grasped for straws.

“grab my hair, darling. i don’t want you to fall.”

whilst his words were slightly muffled, the undeniable concern in his voice had you moaning embarrassingly loud. miguel was clearly strong enough to hold you up all alone, so you surrendered the grip you had on the wall to rake your trembling fingers through his hair — tugging on the curly strands.

“nngh..fuck..”

he fucking whimpered. miguel o’hara, the richest and most powerful man in this city, was shamelessly whimpering between your thighs. that was certainly the biggest ego boost ever, the fact that it’s your pussy that has this huge man so drunk. pushing out your hips, you practically smothered his face — riding him mid-air as you felt the delicious sensations bubbling up inside of your stomach. breathless chants of his name left your lips, panting softly as your head fell back against the panels.

“c-cumming! ugh— fuck, miguel!

the jerks of your body made miguel grip your ass tightly, licking his lips of your release as he shuffled upwards, grinning down at your disheveled form. “you’re breathtaking when you cum for me, beautiful. can’t believe you’re all mine.” he whispered against your lips, forehead to forehead as he kissed you for the first time. it felt like a million tiny fireworks going off inside of you, the previous tension in your body instantly melting away as you leaned into his touch — tongue’s pressing against each other as drooled slipped down your necks.

he kept his mouth latched onto yours as he gripped his leaking cock, dipping the pearly tip inside of your sensitive hole. his movements were unhurried, sloppily kissing you as he dipped in-and-out, in-and-out. it was a steady pace that you soon found yourself liking more than usual, a stark contrast to the inexperienced fucking’s you were getting before. “inside, please…i wanna feel you, all of you.”

you were too dangerous for this old man’s heart. having a pretty little thing like you beg for him to fuck you like you deserved, to mold that sweet cunt into the shape of his cock — it was all too tempting. he was more than willing to do anything his sweet baby asked him to, and he wasted no time in giving in to you. “shit, cielo, no one’s ever fucked you right, huh? she’s gripping onto me like a vice.”

he was right, in every sense of the word. you didn’t know how many partners he had before you, and really didn’t want to find out — but one thing was for sure, miguel knew exactly how to please you. your head fell against his chest, his hand lifting it up by your chin as he pumped into you. “tell me, dulzura, i’m the only one that’s made you feel like this? only man to fuck this perfect pussy right?”

he took the tiny nods and breathy whimpers as a yes, grinning like a madman as he revealed in the satisfaction of ruining you for anyone else — not like he was gonna let you go in the first place. his pace picked up vigorously, finding the perfect balance between pounding into your sore cunt and softly rutting against your ass. the skin where you both combined was tinged red, the on-going waterfall above unable to fully wash away the evidence of your cream on his pelvis.

“only you, miguel — no one…no one’s better than you. i’m yours, daddy.”

those words, hushed and warm, pushed his already inflated ego to the edge. his hips bucked widly, prodding at the spongy spot inside of you as she pressed his lips against yours once more. all sounds were trapped between your connected lips, muffling the choked squeal that left your lips and the guttural groan that left his as he came deep inside you. he did promise to clean you extra throughly, and what better way to do that than flushing out your canal with his cum!

he lazily rolled his hips against yours, ignoring the sticky liquid bubbling on the side of his spent cock. “did so well for me, my beautiful princess. i’m so proud of you.” the fluttering of your heart made you instinctively turn away, cheeks flaring with heat as you pouted — you really can’t believe you fucked on the first bloody date. your little tough act didn’t fool miguel, in fact it fuelled him even more. he continued to praise your very essence, worshiping the ground you walk on despite your protests — smiling softly as he sees your fierce resolve weaken. “there she is, you ready to let me love on you now?”

“yeah, yeah. but first, we need an actual shower. no fucking this time.”

“no promises.”

this was the last place you saw yourself in life, but maybe being in miguel’s arms were where you were supposed to be.

- thank you for waiting and make sure to watch ateez at coachella!!!!!

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oceantornadoo · 4 months

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Imagine trying to get mafia!Simon to take you away on a vacation. He’s been so stressed lately, and you want to be a good wife, and get him away from it for a while.

It also doesn’t hurt that you want him completely alone, while not picking up on how he wants the exact same thing…😩😩😩

yummy. this has a smidgen of primal prey and exhibitionism with a small side of breeding kink

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“hi.” you sat down on the couch, taking advantage of a rare day where simon was home before dinner. you had been sleeping together (actually sleeping) since the incident, but every morning he’d leave at 6am with only a forehead kiss and you wouldn’t see him until that night, sneaking under the covers with you and falling asleep immediately. you wanted more, you wanted your husband, but unfortunately his work was keeping him extremely busy.

simon missed you so much it ached. today was a rare occasion and he was hoping to actually spend some time with you, maybe another kiss or two. he fucked his fist daily in his morning shower, thinking about you, but never had time for anything more. so when you looked at him slyly and mentioned “you know we never had a honeymoon…”, he is all over it, immediately telling his bosses he’ll be gone for a week and booking flights to territories far outside any mafia business.

which is how you ended up on one of those private islands in the caribbean, only you two and the ocean for miles and miles. you’ve decided you need to have your husband, all of him, and are finally comfortable enough to go all the way with him. it’s just a matter of making him see that…

“so if we’re all alone…” you say after breakfast the first day, taking in the sunlight and how your backyard connects to the beach. “and i don’t want tan lines…” simon’s eyes are on you, burning holes into the skimpy bikini you have on, mask halfway up his face from eating breakfast up. he’s taking in all your curves, bit of belly and some stretch marks, cataloging every piece that you’re allowing him to see. your hands track his movements sensually, sliding up from your waist to your neck, and ever so slowly, undoing the ties of your top. you hold them there for a second, reveling in the hunger in your husbands eyes. you untie the straps at the waist and the top falls, baring all of your tits to a man who might devour you right here, right now.

to cover the blush on your face, you turn around, working your bikini bottoms off, adding some sway into your hips. you bend over, fully naked, and hear something between a whine and a growl from behind you. you turn around again, baring all of you this time. if he can’t tell you want him by this, you might need to just jump on him. there’s a glint in his eyes, a reminder of ghost, the man who gets what he wants no matter what.

you’re running towards the beach, simon right behind you. he’s stripping off his shirt and mask as he goes, too caught up in the moment of care. your feet touch the ocean, stopping for a second to take in the salt in the air. that was your mistake.

simon grabs you from behind, marking you with bruises that will last for days. “thought you could run, wife? could tease me and leave?” you’re clawing at him, pretending to struggle while secretly loving it, loving this man who can catch on so well to what you want. “say red if you want me to stop.” he whispers and you nod. simon bites down on your shoulder and you gasp, the sensation so foreign. through the pain you find pleasure in being marked his, finally. he presses you against him, clad in only boxers, allowing you to feel how hard you make him. you try to run again, only moving because he lets you, making it so your torso is above the water.

simon is right there with you, standing in this ocean, captivated by you. “i’m glad we’re finally alone.” he says, stopping the scene from before so you know how much he wants you. “me too.” you reply, hands running up his torso you’ve felt in the dark but never seen. and finally your hands make it to his face, thumbs running over faded scars and bruises. you pull him in for a deep kiss, murmuring “thank you” in between kisses, grateful for this man showing you all of him. he picks you up, chest to chest, hand pulling your hair as waves gently hit you both from behind. simon is done with this, the teasing and the wanting, he just wants to take you.

so he’s running again towards the house, desperate to have you. he lays you out on the kitchen counter, a meal he’s waited weeks for. your kisses turn sloppy and he stops them, causing you to whine. “let me taste my wife, yeah?” and you nod. he makes his way down, licking your nipples, giving you slight bites when you try to tug him down more. next is your stomach, where he places reverent kisses so you know how much he loves it. finally he’s right there, licking the salt from the juncture of your thighs. your hand finds his hair and tugs it, so he tugs your nipple right back. “siii” you moan. he noses the outside of your clit, a sharp gasp bursting from your throat. “that’s what i thought.” he dives in, moving your legs over his shoulders, he starts slow, licking the remaining water from your folds. kitten licks, getting accustomed to the scent of you, his day old scruff scratching your thighs. he moves toward your hole, swirling his tongue around before finally plunging in. he’s sure to keep his nose against you clit as he tastes you, the squelching sounds increasing with every lick.

he moves his right hand from your thigh to your ass, thumb on your other hole, pausing to let you tell him off. when you don’t, he presses in slightly, just the tip of his thumb, giving you more pressure. he can tell you’re on the top of your orgasm, your walls sucking his tongue in as your whines get more desperate. he hums “come for me, lovie.” and there you are, walls clenching around nothing as he pays attention to your clit. he pushes his thumb in a bit more into your ass, prolonging your orgasm as you feel full and empty at the same time.

“simon, fuck.” you whimper at your husband between your thighs. he slowly removes himself, thumb out of you, as he gives you a slow smile, covered in your juices. he climbs forward to kiss you and just as he does, inserts two fingers into your aching cunt. you moan into his mouth, needing more. he knows. “what do you need, lovie?” simon smirks down at you, knowing you’re absolutely cockdrunk and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. “i need…” you lose your nerve, suddenly aware of being fully naked with the doors open. anyone could walk by your villa and see you spread out in front of your husband. like a switch, the thought turns you on.

“i need you to fuck me.” you say, gaining courage. he raises his eyebrows, surprised at his little wife finally saying what she wants. his dick has recovered from the ocean water so he drags down his boxers, letting you see it jut out against his stomach, leaking precum.

“need who to fuck you?” he asks, somehow climbing on the table, forearms braced against your head as his dick lays on your cunt, teasing your clit. “say it.” he growls, pinching your nipple because of your silence. you draw him in for a quick kiss, a moment of tenderness, letting him see the trust in your eyes. “need my husband to fuck his wife.” you reply, hand snaking down to pump his cock. he grunts, cock lengthening at your touch. he lays his hand on top of yours as you guide his cock to your entrance. he takes a second to read your clit with it, and while you’re gasping at the sensation, he slots it in.

you both moan at the contact, reveling in the feeling. his thumb finds your clit, swirling it as he works his way in, small strokes until you fully let him in. finally his hips are against yours, his face in the crook of your neck. “simon.” you cry, needing him to move. and he does, hips pumping into you as he rises up, one hand under your head to protect it as the other plays with your clit. you’re already on edge from his fingers, so when he changes the angle to hit your pubic bone, you’re there, walls spasming around his cock as he draws it in and out. “you feel so good, lovie. i want to make this longer but fuck.” your nails draw his hips in, letting him use you to reach his orgasm. you give him sloppy kisses, saliva dripping down to spread beneath your tits, showing him how much you want him to use you as you suck his tongue.

“come in me, si. want you to get me pregnant.” you both know you’re on birth control but that doesn’t matter in the moment. “waddling around, everyone’ll know how good you fuck your wife.” that’s it, simon’s cumming in you, white liquid seeping down your folds as your womb can’t contain all of it. you both leave his cock in you as he collapses into you, breathing hard. “want you to fuck me like that all the time, si.” you whisper, letting him know how much you liked that. “gonna be a good little wife for me? bend over anytime i want?”

“yes sir.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #cod 141 #simon riley wife #mafia au #fluff #breeding k1nk #honeymoon #tornadothoughts

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northsoulss · 10 months

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k.seungmin - masked singer

pairing - seungmin x gn!reader

genre : fluff, crack

warnings : one swear word(?), kissy kisses, established relationship

a/n : i saw his performance and i think i died a little on the inside — he’s an amazing performer omfg😭 anyways enjoy this little bit i wrote after watching him sing and dance on the show!

“look who’s back, mr masked singer!” you chime as seungmin opens the apartment door, his hair tousled and windblown. you get up from the couch with a groan before standing in front of him, a smile on both of your faces.

“haish, stop it!” he swats your hand away when you try to pinch his cheek, a light pink hue settling on them. you giggle, caressing his face as a silent “apology”, and yet you didn’t regret teasing him at all.

“so, how was my performance then?” he asks expectantly, still standing in the hallway, back now facing you while taking off his coat.

“your singing was exceptional as usual,” his cheeks lift from his smile at your words, but drop when you finish the rest of your sentence. “but, i have to admit, you weren’t the sneakiest with your dancing.” you give him a knowing look whilst sliding his coat off his shoulders. he turns around quickly, a look of disbelief on his face.

“hey! what’s wrong with my dancing?” he pouts and pretends to be hurt, wiping away a few false tears from his eyes.

“it was very..” you paused trying to find the right words for it, wanting to describe his dancing as specifically as possible. “um, how do i put it, JYP?” you finally find the right “word” for it, and seungmin once again looks offended. you put away his coat, hearing him grumbling under his breath.

“hey! i’m just paying respects to my boss!” you look unimpressed when he starts to do the exact same dance to hype boy by new jeans, and you have to resist the urge to face palm.

“okay, okay. stop!” a laugh escapes your lips, watching him boldly mimic how his boss dances. he laughs too, watching a few more giggles come out from your lips, a flush dusting your face.

“so my singing was alright?” he asks as he moves to sit on the floor to take off his shoes, trying to chuck them off as quickly as possible so that he can jump onto the couch. you move to sit across him, watching him untie his laces.

“as i said, exceptional. i am surprised though.” he looks up and pauses his movements, urging you to continue talking. “who wouldn’t recognise you the moment you start singing?” his lips turn into a thin line, a deadpan expression forming on his face.

“how do you expect me to change my voice huh?” he finally finishes taking off his shoes, taking you into his arms for a much needed hug.

“i never said to change it, i’m just saying it’s really recognisable. in a good way of course.” you move your head away from his chest to look at him, a fond look on his face. he only shakes his head, before resting his chin on the crown on your head, a sigh escaping his lips. you stay like that for a while, on the floor together with bodies smushed together.

after finally moving to the couch to resume the cuddle session, you lay on top of seungmin, his hands encircling your waist.

“i have to say you looked extremely handsome when you took off your mask though.” you tilt your head to look at him, finding him already staring at you. clearly, you gave him an unwanted ego boost when you see him card his hands through his hair. he flips it over snd it falls exactly like how it did in the video you saw. you don’t want to admit, but you find him devastatingly handsome.

“like that?” he gives you a smirk, and you feel your face heat up.

“never mind i said anything.” you say quickly, your face tilting back down and turning away from him to face the other way.

“baby.” he whines, shaking you in his grasp. he pouts again, and this time you give into his cuteness.

“i’m joking. yes, like that. god, you are so fucking handsome.” well, there goes the whole “not wanting to admit he’s gorgeous” thing.

he chuckles, the same pink hue settling on his cheeks again. he kisses your lips and gives you a peck on the cheek, a goofy grin on his face.

“why thank you then.” he kisses you again, and you gladly reciprocate.

“you’re most welcome, my masked singer.”

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#stray kids #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #seungmin #kim seungmin #seungmin skz #skz seungmin #stray kids seungmin #seungmin fluff #seungmin scenarios #seungmin masked singer #masked singer #his performance was fantastic omg #northsoulss

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judysxnd · 10 months

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I would like to request an imagine where pedro is filming for the last of us and you stay with him on set and you cuddle in between takes.

I am so slowwwww!! I want to write so bad but it’s really hard!! I don’t have the right context, I don’t have a lot of time to myself, ugh! But I’m getting there, I am, but damn 😫

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Pedro has been filming the last of us for more than a month now. Which means that you haven’t seen him for almost two months now. They have been moving a lot to have the most realistic set. With that said, Pedro didn’t have much time to even call you. You both miss each other and it’s getting harder and harder each day. He is so far away that even on the weekend he cannot come home.

You wanted to join him, but work has been hectic and you’ve never been more busy. You were exhausted but kind of liked it. You didn’t have that much time to yourself, so you didn’t have time to really be alone and overthink. But even just the nights have been extremely rough. You never thought you would be the one becoming dependent on someone to have a good night of sleep, but here you are.

You’ve gotten so sleep deprived and stressed out with work that you couldn’t take it anymore. You miss Pedro too much, texting doesn’t cut it, so you decided to take a week off. On a such short period of time you were scared that you wouldn’t get a week, but your boss was very nice since you always work your ass off. You’ve talked with Pedro about it, and he has never been that much excited. You thought about surprising him, maybe talk to Bella and plan this together, but you were too exhausted. It demanded too much stuff to think about, so you gave up.

You packed on Sunday morning, and left in the afternoon. Pedro warned you about the weather in Canada, so you packed accordingly (even if you knew you wouldn’t do much between work and home). You arrived late in the afternoon, Pedro waited for you outside the airport. Once you saw him, your tiredness left away, and you ran in his arms.

“Hi” you said, relieved

“Hola cariño” he said, kissing your neck. You hugged for a few minutes, not wanting to let go of each other.

“I’ve missed you, like, so much” Pedro chuckled

“You can’t even imagine how I miss you too” he answered. Your eyes were closed, smelling him after a long time, like it’s been longer than just one month. Pedro was doing the same thing, his arms and hands around your waist, missing how good you felt in his arms.

You finally decided to move, the cold starting to hit too much. Pedro drove to his hotel. Barely in the room, you both went straight in bed, and in just a few minutes, fell asleep as you were cuddling. It’s Pedro’s alarm, at 6am that woke you up.

Pedro didn’t want to get up, his arms were holding you tight, kissing your neck and shoulders. He eventually got up, got ready and left, not forgetting to kiss you all over your body before leaving. As for you, you were a little bit jet lagged, not really, but when you go on a flight it always messes you a little so, you obviously didn’t get back to sleep.

When you got out of the room, you were met with a friend who was working with Pedro. He is a special effect makeup artist and was leaving to go on set. You decided to go with him, so that you could know how to go there, to see Pedro when he wasn’t filming. When you arrived, they were on a break from filming. Your friend had to go to the makeup trailer, and you joined Pedro, Bella and the rest of the crew. Pedro introduced you to everyone.

“If you excuse us, I have to show something to Y/n” Pedro said, taking your hand and leaving the group. You walked towards a trailer, and followed Pedro inside.

“What did you want to show me?” Pedro turned around to face you, and frowned.

“Nothing” he said looking around. You smiled.

“Please tell me this is not for what I think it is” Pedro laughed

“I didn’t even think that much further”

“So what were you thinking about?”

“Just cuddling” you laughed “it’s cold outside and I missed you. A lot.”

“Fair enough”

“But now that you suggested that..” he smirked

“Don’t even think about it” you playfully hit him, moving towards the couch

“You’re the one who thought about it” Pedro slowly followed you

“Because I thought you did!” you let your body fell on the couch, laughing

“But we will though” Pedro said as he sat next to you

“No” you stared at each other, a sexual tension rising

“We will see” he said, opening his arms, showing you to lay on him. “But for now cuddling is good for me” you smiled as you both adjusted yourselves to be in a good position.

“Let’s leave the rest for the hotel, it’s too risky here”

“Like it stopped us before! You didn’t say that the night we were-”

“I know!” You cut him off. You both laughed. You naturally both stopped talking, just resting in each other’s arms.

A few minutes later, some came to tell Pedro to come back on set. You decided to follow him, to watch him a little on set. You always loved watching him work. He is so into it, very focused, very passionate. There are not enough words to describe how a great actor he is. It is always impressive to see everything happen in front of you.

Each break from filming Pedro and you were cuddling, either in his trailer, or on set if it was doable. You know for sure that Bella took a few pics, they didn’t hesitate to make fun of you two, sending the pics to the both of you, and casually one on theirs Instagram stories.

It kept going on like that for the week. During the morning you were there with him, cuddling every time you could, during the afternoon you were sometimes walking around the city, discovering the country, but always came back to set to stay as much as you could with Pedro.

Unfortunately, the week ended, too quickly. Leaving Pedro again was extremely hard, but you both made sure to be closer while away (if it makes sense). And that’s what happened. You called each other a lot more, you tried to come every time you could, likewise for Pedro.

#pedro pascal #fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #oneshot #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal fluff

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spider-bren · 10 months

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MEANT TO KILL ME | VOLLER X READER

@shadesofkumquat gave this prompt so thank you!! And yes, you are right. There is nothing like enemies to lovers trope. Mads did look sooo good so I’m happy to write this. Hope you like it :)

Prompt: I’m desperately looking for a Jürgen Voller x Fem!Reader 👀 PLEASE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Well maybe she’s been kidnapped or something like that kind of enemies to lovers (best ships God). You can even go very spicy, no limits there. Don’t know if that’s what you want to write as you specifically gave ideas, but i’m still taking my chance haha. Mads was so HANDSOME in this movie! (so yeah, I scream too)

Pairing: Jürgen Voller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content, Kidnapping, Reader is Indiana’s student (but not really), Canonical Idealogy - Nazi, Enemies to Lovers

Summary: You’ve been kidnapped by Voller’s goons and when Voller comes to you you both know you want each other

You didn’t know where you were. Last thing you remembered was that you were on the street enjoying the festival and suddenly this large blonde American came out of nowhere and slipped a bag over your head, carrying you over his shoulder. Now that the bag was removed, you found yourself in a hotel room cuffed to the large made up bed. The cuffs hurt your thin wrists as you tried to yank yourself and slip free.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said the blonde man who was sitting watching you on a chair with his feet propped up on the bed. He was wearing a suit which surprised you.

Did kidnappers normally wear suits? Or were those just those movies where they were ski masks and stuff?

“Voller wouldn’t like that,” he added with a click of his tongue.

“Who is Voller?” you asked, wearily.

“Voller is my boss. He asked me to bring you here. You know Doctor Jones, right?”

“Yeah. I’m one of his students. What does this have to do with me?”

“I don’t know really. All I know is that I have to keep you here until he comes back.”

“Please, let me go. I don’t know anything I swear.”

“Shut up.”

The door opened and another man came in wearing a dark grey suit.

“Thank you, Klaber,” the man in the glasses said to the blonde. Klaber exited the room leaving you two alone.

“My name is Jürgen Voller."

"What do you want from me?" You struggled against the binds again.

Voller stalked towards you taking off his suit jacket and folding in on the chair Klaber was on. He neatly did up his sleeves before leaning over your small frame. His eyes were golden amber, flecks of green shone in them from behind the glasses.

"I told Klaber to capture you because of Doctor Jones but really I wanted you for myself as soon as I saw you." He sniffed your hair and his lips grazed your ear. "You are very beautiful."

He trailed his long fingers down your cheek. You shivered, trying to figure out what was going on. Your fight or flight response was dormant within you because some deep primal part of you liked this. Like being…captured. Being his prey. He was an extremely attractive man. High cheekbones and plush lips that now were kissing the juncture of your jaw and neckline.

"You know who I am?"

You shook your head at his question. Hands still strained in the chains, your body confused as a swift flush of heat settled in your stomach when he moved closer to you.

"I'm the man that wants to do bad things. Bad things by societal standards, but good things for the world in the long run. I work for NASA. I helped put men in space. But this world needs more than men in little outfits dancing on the moon. It needs a leader. And I am one to do it. See, my dear, I want to kill Hitler. And take over…how does that make you feel?"

Something in you stirred. Hatred. Disgust. This man was everything you had been taught to despise. You had no idea how the hell he was going to go back in time and kill Hitler but that didn't matter. He was evil. A bad, bad man. He wanted to better the world, but with his own force, his own power. His ideals didn't align with yours. Your conscience was rational, if anything.

And yet…when his hands were on you that didn't matter. He was just a man. And you were just a woman.

"Tell me, what do you think of it?"

You gasped as his thumb and forefinger plucked at your hardened nipple. It was harsh. Rough. He didn't give you time to respond.

"I bet it secretly turns you on. I bet you like it. It's wrong and you know it. Nothing wrong about sex. Nothing wrong about lust. You shouldn't be ashamed of your desires. I'm a scientist, I should know. It's natural to want things you know you shouldn't. That's what makes it even more alluring."

His fingers edged towards your skirt and you mentally cursed yourself for deciding to wear it today.

"You want me. Don't be shy now, little one. I will make it all better. When I first saw you, I wanted you. I knew that you'd resist me. You'd hate me. But that doesn't stop me. You want me like I want you. You can run. You can fight me. I will chase you across the world."

"Jürgen," You cried as his fingers curled into your lace panties and found you soaked.

"Klaber doesn't know. He doesn't know how long we've been playing this game. No one knows. How you don't work for Indiana. How we have been acting like we don't know each other for years. Two opposite sides. Different parts of the war. You stand to end me. Your job is to stop me. And you would even pretend to be in Indiana’s class just so I know where to find you. You never told me who you work for. CIA? Interpol? Some secret hate group towards me?" He smirked as he fucked you slowly and easy.

You sighed and bit back moans at the remembrance of how good his fingers were. It had been too long. Voller was and had been your lover for some time now. And even though you were supposed to kill him, you loved him. All that mattered was his tongue stroking yours, his hands massaging your chest, and his fingers moving inside you making you shake and ache for him.

"I guess I never need to know who you are. I already know you're mine."

#jurgen voller #mads mikkleson #voller x fem!reader #voller x reader #indiana jones #dial of destiny #my fic #send requests

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v3nusxsky · 6 days

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Hi! It's me again, I would properly ask for request on "Jealous Daddy! Lesso x R? Like Lady lesso find out who the reader seeing and got angry about it? Mention of caning and comfort s*x in the end?

Suffocating in unspoken words 18+

*authors note~ woahhhh smut finally? Hell yeah. Also I make no apologies for needing a jealous Leo to throw me around😳 also Leo is a bit of a dick here, NEVER treat any of your partners like this, aftercare is extremely important guys.*

Trigger warnings~ daddy kink, jealousy dom Leo sub r angry sex rough strap on oral strap refused to as the real deal, choking, hair pulling face slapping doggy spanking degrading slight praise, no aftercare (Leonora is a very toxic )

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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There is no denying you are gorgeous, both women could agree on that, but that fact only aided the war between them. Larissa being the observer that she is could tell how wound up your boss was at her presence. In fact she got a thrill from the fact. Often, when you were in her lap she would search for the dark haired woman’s eyes in the crowds before moving her hands over the exposed skin of your back. Trailing all over you, causing little goosebumps to appear as you’d grind your hips into her, head falling onto her shoulder as breathless moans fell from your lips. Something the blonde principal enjoyed immensely. Something Lesso couldn’t stand to see.

One particularly busy night, Larissa Weems had to fight for your attention, something she didn’t enjoy. But what made things worse was that anytime Leonora saw you, you were perched on the principals lap. Jealousy brewing within the dark haired woman every time she caught the scene. Her feelings being painfully obvious but trauma can do some funny things to people, which is why she channeled them through anger. Meanwhile, Larissa was doing her best to turn you into a needy mess on her lap, anything to make you more agreeable to her little proposal. A long time coming now for her, she wanted to ask you to be hers. The original plan was to ask you for a drink, to see if you were truly interested or just amazing at luring in clients. Despite being middle aged, the principal could safely state that she hadn’t wanted anyone in the ways she wants you. It’s more than just one night of pleasurable heights. It’s more than a friends with benefits situation. It’s more than sex. Something about you made her want to know all the small things like your middle name, your favourite colour, your hopes and dreams and every single piece of knowledge she could devour.

Ironically, both the women who want you seem to be oblivious to each others intent, you being clueless to each of their intentions, yet you wanted them both. Despite how harsh Leonora was with you, it wouldn’t be fair to say that you didn’t enjoy that. In fact, you just so happened to find that side of the woman attractive, of course you longed for the sweet moments too, deep down you think she likes you too. Maybe. Yet with Larissa, you are practically bathed in praise and compliments, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you crave the woman or the darker side of the principal. Each of the ladies providing a perfect mix of the harsh yet lovely treatment. One problem is that they seemed to despise the other, providing you with the assessment that you’d have to choose. But would you be happy with just one of them?

“Doll?” Larissa practically purred as you gathered your clothing you’d shredded earlier, “would you like to come to dinner? With me?” You could tell the blonde principal was nervous by the way her last words quietened and her eyes darted up and down your frame, anywhere but your beautiful eyes. “Oh, Miss Weems, are you sure? I mean what if you don’t like me outside of the palace of all things sinner?” You mumbled slightly attempting to hide your blush by turning away to the left slightly. “Oh sweet girl, I desire nothing more than to get to know you for more than just your gorgeous body darling. You’re stunning but I’m sure your heart is one of a kind. Even if all you offer is companionship, I’d still choose you out of all the women here. So would give me that chance darling? To take things to whatever level you’re comfortable with as long as you’re by my side pretty girl.”

With a shy yes you arranged to meet the woman at Nevermore, from there she’d pull out all of the stops to ensure your happiness. It is evident you were nervous and with everything she said, she meant. If only having you as a companion was all she was allowed then she’d still die a happy woman. With a sweet press of her ruby red lips to your cheek she bid you a good night. Little did you know, your boss having now worked out just what her feelings may indicate actually heard the conversation. You wanted her. That was clear as day. The blonde woman seemingly snatching you away from right under her nose, temper flaring at the thought of being too late. You had to be hers, the raven haired woman decided she’d stop at nothing to get you in the palm of her hand. Even as busied yourself with the end of shift tasks, a simile graced your lips at the thought of your upcoming time with the tall blonde. You didn’t even consider that Lesso would be silently seething about it. Of course, if there’s one thing your boss is known for is her jealousy.

“You” she growled as you began to carefully free your hair from the millions of grips pinning it to your scalp. “Lesso?” You mumbled in confusion as you turned to face the dark haired woman. “What can I do for you?” You mumbled, your gaze anywhere but her eyes after catching the anger swirling in them. You hadn’t broken any of the house rules, all the clients were happy. So you couldn’t be the cause for her apparent distress. “You’re mine” she all but growled at you, stalking forward as if you were mere prey to a lion. With an eye roll and clear annoyance written over your features you fought back, “whatever! I don’t belong to anyone. Especially not you.”

“Stupid Dolly, you’ve always been mine. Nothing but a slut, holes that are only good to be used and then discarded as if you are just a toy. Mine. Not that blonde bitch you seem to enjoy whoring your bratty self out to” she seethed, her cane slamming into the ground as if she were a toddler having a tantrum. “You don’t even know me Leonora” you hissed, realistically who was she to get mad because Larissa flirts and wants to continue? It’s not your fault your boss was all hot and flirting one minute too cold and damn right rude the next. “I know everything about you pretty whore, more than you know. Now get your sweet ass up and over my lap. Daddy clearly needs to train her bitch better”. She couldn’t be serious? But the anger still swirling at your ignorance told you she was, perhaps that’s why you shuffled to the sofa and did as asked. To see how far she’d take it.

“I’ll calve my name into your precious skin if I have to, you will accept that you are mine” she promised as you settled yourself ass up over her lap. “You. You. You. You’re always driving me fucking crazy” she growled teasing your soft globes of skin with the cool metal cane. “You aren’t seeing her again dolly. Now count” she stated before continually bringing her cane down against your soft skin. Every cry of pain only adding to the arousal she felt. “You made daddy do this sweetheart. You know daddy wouldn’t want to hurt such a precious dove like you. You know I love you and only want the best for you. I’m am the best for you dolly. Not her. Tell daddy you understand it’s more than sex. That your mine” her request seeming instant as you gasped through the pain of the ten strikes she just laid on your ass.

Being impossibly turned on, you did as she requested even though you weren’t quite sure she was correct. Perhaps that’s why she grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked you up to a standing position. Dark eye makeup smeared across your face from all the tears distracting Lesso from her own carnal needs. “Pretty tears for a pretty slut” she murmured before focusing on the task at hand, freeing her not so little friend. And at the sight you were practically drooling like a bitch In heat much to her amusement. “Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined for good. All mine. Fucking slutty pussy is soaking baby” she mumbled as her lips nipped sucked and licked your exposed skin, ripping any garments that remained a barrier between you both.

You were sure you would be covered in markings in the morning, but you couldn’t really seem to care right now. It all felt so good until you made the mistake of trying to get what you wanted from the older woman. Slender fingers wrapped themselves around your delicate neck, pressing ever so slightly too much to make her point clear. You’d only be getting what she offered, no more, no less. After all Leonora doesn’t do feelings, she does one night and gone. Never in her life has she needed anyone the way she needs you, In her own way an admission that she loves and needs you but can’t vocalise that. So instead she treats you as if you’re nothing but a common whore, hoping to get you out of her system.

“Get on your knees whore” she gravely whispered in your ear, pushing your body towards the sofa, on your hands and knees, when you weren’t moving fast enough for her taste. “Filthy slut” she muttered watching as your juices drip down your thighs. “Pretty cunt” was all she offered, teasing your soaking core with the huge head of her cock. With faux sympathy she continued with “shame I’m going to have to ruin it” before pushing into your tight little hole. “L-eo please I can’t” you whimpered with more tears streaming down your cheeks, only to have your head yanked up by her hand in your hair, “it’s daddy you dumb slut! God can’t do anything right can you?”

“Fuckin take it” she gritted out as she found the perfect angle and rhythm to drill your poor pussy with. The position leaving you powerless as she forced your head into the sofa and used your body for leverage. All the tension from the past weeks melting away as she made you hers. It appears one hit of you wouldn’t be enough to state her but that’s a problem for another time. Instead she focused and railing you until she got bored. “Messy fucking slut” she grumbled as she pulled her faux cock from your used body that lay in a shaking pile of bones and skin.

Hate sex. She had to remember this isn’t love. She can’t love. Especially not you. No. Lesso knew she didn’t deserve someone so pure, and after the way she’d just used your body she hoped you’d hate her just as much as she hates herself right now. But you will always be hers. No one can have you now. After all, she doesn’t share what is hers. Ever. Tucking the now cum covered silicon dick back into her pants she gets up and makes herself presentable. “Cover up slut or are you giving everyone a show? You. Are. Mine.” She growled as she left the changing rooms. There you finally let the tears fall, you’d only ever be a quickie for her, a thing. A set of holes. Why can’t she just see you as you? And more importantly why do you still want her to want you? Like you. Love you. It should be an easy choice for you, choose Larissa. Yet, your heart is always torn between them, shattered but still there.

Sharing a bond with Lesso when your first met wasn’t helping the situation now, and really you didn’t know what to do. Everything was consensual but your feelings were now fried. On auto pilot really you throw a hooded sweatshirt and some joggers on before driving back to Jericho, past your dingy little flat and straight to Nevermore. Would you even be able to get in? To find her? You didn’t know but it’s like your mind knew the roads like the back of your hand.

Leaving Sinful Souls over two hours ago, Larissa wasn’t expecting to see anyone. Knocking at her office door could’ve been anyone from the sheriff to Wednesdays Addams or another staff member. But in all the possibilities, she’d never thought you’d be on her doorstep, shivering, black smudged eye makeup caressing your cheeks, looking two times smaller and holding back sobs. “Oh sweet girl! Come in. What happened darling? What can I do?” The older shifter couldn’t help but immediately try to fix whatever had occurred but that only made you cry more, her arms barely catching you before you hit the ground.

Unsurprisingly, during work you’d acquired a few alcoholic drinks, so sitting here, two glasses of wine later, you were becoming quite the emotional drunk. Rambling on about Lesso and why couldn’t she want you. Love you. And why you couldn’t have both. You wanted Larissa. She knew that. You’d told her many times in the past hour. But you wanted Leonora too. And the way she’d treated you was so incredibly wrong, Larissa just knew she had to fix it for her sweet girl. Lesso would learn her lesson.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #sinful souls series #v3nusxsky sinful souls #sinful souls #lesso x reader x weems

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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His Mistake : an Anthony Lockwood x f!reader drabble

The Gist of This: A drabble built around my headcanon that Lockwood would definitely say something stupid and/or offensive, unintentionally, when you’re on your period.

You groaned, lying prone on the couch in the sitting room, clutching a heated wheat pack to your stomach. Lucy sat with your socked feet in her lap, occasionally patting you in sympathy. George sat in another chair, absentmindedly flicking through a book while keeping half an eye on you, just in case.

Meanwhile, Lockwood watched you with a grim look on his face, almost inscrutable. He pushed away from the wall he’d been leaning on and stood over you with arms folded.

“Are you sure it isn’t your appendix?” he asked, more like demanded.

George blinked in surprise and Lucy glared up at Lockwood with narrowed eyes. You snorted in derision and then moaned again, pressing your face into the cushions.

“Appendicitis doesn’t cause you to bleed from your uterus, Lockwood” Lucy said tersely.

He threw up his hands in exasperation, rolling his eyes.

“Well, I know that!” he retorted.

“Do you?” George mumbled from behind his book.

Lockwood shot him a quelling glance he didn’t even notice and returned his gaze to you.

“We have more important things to do than sit around worrying about your contracting uterus. We have cases to complete! There are paying clients waiting on us!”

He knew the second he’d gone too far and physically started to back up, his feet propelling him backwards until he hit the closed door. He glanced frantically at George, who simply smirked back at him over the top of his book. You swung your feet off Lucy’s lap and stood up, wincing at the pain you felt with any and all movement. You stalked toward Lockwood, wheat pack all but glued to your front.

When you reached him, you prodded a finger into his chest with enough force to hurt.

“You have no idea what this feels like, Anthony Lockwood. If you did, you wouldn’t be pushing me so hard. But, boss, if you really want me fighting Type Twos while I am bleeding like a stuck pig, with a high chance of throwing up due to extreme exertion and pain, and therefore, with a higher chance of dying on the job, by all means, give the order.”

Lockwood stared at you with worried dark eyes; he had never looked more like Bambi, but as you pushed past him to go to your room, you pretended not to care.

An hour or so later, there was a somber knock on your door. Feeling a little less sore, you got up to answer it. Lockwood stood in the gap, shoulders hunched uncomfortably as he looked down at you. The top two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone, as though he had been fiddling, working up the courage to see you.

“I’m sorry” he said quietly, awkward. “It was my mistake.”

“Yes, it was” you agreed, propping your hands on your hips. “You’re lucky you’re cute and always apologise first.”

Lockwood released a sigh of relief and moved closer, his hands replacing yours on your hips.

“I love you” he said softly.

“You’d better.”

“And I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You smiled and reached up to link your hands behind his neck.

“I know. Now stop talking and kiss me, Lockwood.”

He did, too.

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co fics #anthony lockwood x female reader #liss writes

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riddledwithrats · 3 months

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In The Midnight Hour

Chapter Four: And It Feels Like Home

>chapters one, two, three

Summary: Reader is taken to Falcone's office and beaten within an inch of her life.

Words: 1,808 (kinda short but I wanted to give y’all at least a little bit! one more chapter left :))

Warnings: kidnapping, extreme violence, death threats, major character death, degradation, religious imagery, hurt/comfort (18+)

“I thought you made a deal, boss?”

Voices ring in your ears and blood drips out of your nose and mouth. There’s no light and you can’t tell if it’s because the room is dark or if your eyes are shut.

“I only made that deal to placate Oz, he’s a fuckin’ schmuck if he thinks I’m just gonna let her go.”

You groan and try to roll over but your arm shoots out in pain, and a squeal of agony wretches its way through your throat. You’re too delirious to recognize the voices, your ears sound all fuzzy and you can’t see anything.

Tears begin to roll down your face as you gently prod at your eyes, they’re almost fully swollen shut. Someone has been wailing on you for a very long time it seems.

“Oh, look. The bitch is awake!” A rough voice says near you, it only gets closer. You can feel the wretched breath on your neck, it reeks of whiskey and tequila. A delicate touch follows the trail of your tears, slowly beginning to scratch the tip of their nail into your skin.

You cry out in pain, your eyes beginning to open just slightly. A sliver of light blinds you, and Falcone's face comes into view. His face is deep red, he’s seething as he stares daggers into you.

“How fucking could you?” You begin to shake and whimper as he grabs you roughly by the shoulders. His grip is excruciating, you can feel bruises forming already. “You let him fucking slobber all over you like a dog, you WHORE. DID YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT?”

You can’t think, all you can do is scream, cry, and whimper. He begins to laugh at you.

“I just can’t wrap my head around it, angel.” He leans back a little, sitting on his knees beside your trembling form. “He’s fucking incompetent, he’s an idiot for Christ's sake! What does he got that I don’t, baby?”

Falcone grabs you by the throat and makes you look him in the eyes. He’s waiting for an answer, squeezing your windpipe periodically.

“I said, what does he got that I DON’T?” Falcone shouts and it makes your ears ring. Your mouth is dry and you can barely form words in your head but you mutter an answer out anyways.

“A heart.” Your throat begins to feel like it’s closing.

He doesn’t seem to enjoy this answer.

He grabs you by the sides of your head and begins slamming your head down onto the floor. You can’t stop screaming. Everything begins to go by in slow motion.

The air flows around you like nothing is happening, the sun shines into the office. It bounces orange and yellow light all around you, it looks so beautiful.

Stars begin to form in your sight, you can’t hear anything and you can barely focus your eyes but Falcone hasn’t let up. You feel so helpless. His hands make their way back to your throat, he pushes his thumbs into the front of your esophagus, and it burns. Your lungs feel like they’ve callapsed, your vision is even blurrier than before and you’re sure you’ve lost more than a few brain cells at this point. All you can see is the rage in his eyes.

The elevator door dings.

“CARMINE.”

Oz steps in, he’s fuming. There’s a gun in his hand. Falcone only stops once he hears Oz’s booming voice and his brace clinking against the floor. He looks up at him in awe.

Oz looks ethereal. The sun shines down on him like a halo.

A vague idea enters your head. Your gaze flickers to Falcone; Adam. To the gun; The Apple.

And finally, to Oz. A great, big, powerful Serpent.

A loud bang echoes through the office. A heavy weight falls onto your chest, and slickness splatters onto your face. Your heart is beating so fast, you’re finally free.

Your eyes fall shut and you can’t open them anymore.

Waking up in a hospital is jarring, specifically because you hadn’t expected to wake up at all. But the sterile white walls, the linen covers, and the fluorescent lights weren’t entirely unwelcome.

There’s a brace on your arm and on one of your knees, but you don’t feel any pain. You look at your injuries in confusion, why didn’t they hurt?

“They’ve got you on a lot of painkillers, sweetheart.” The rumbling voice cracks as it speaks. You look over to your left, Oz is sitting in a chair that looks much too small for him. There’s a pillow and a blanket next to him, as well as a cup of water and some magazines. He looks tired like he hasn’t taken his eyes off you in days. “Wasn’t sure you were gonna wake up, doll.”

Oz begins to choke up, he looks ecstatic that you’re awake but he just can’t stop crying. You don’t remember much of what happened. All you can remember is the pain… and the sun.

You don’t see the sun now though, it looks to be pitch black outside, like it’s the middle of the night. Oz reaches a hand out towards yours, he holds your hand gently.

“I-I’ll call the nurse, sweetheart.” He stands up and presses a button next to your bed.

“Did you kill him, Oz?” You ask as he freezes in place, hand still hovering to your side. He looks at you, visibly stiff like he wasn’t prepared for the question but simultaneously like he knew you were going to ask it from the moment you woke up.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Yeah, I did.”

He sits back down and waits for your reply, watching every tiny twitch of your face to gauge your reaction.

“Good.” You whisper out, eyes closed and leaning back into the barely-comforting cushion of the hospital bed. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, you feel light and free like every chain that had been holding you down finally snapped.

He snorts out a small laugh, but when you sneak a look at him he looks incredibly solemn. You’re sure there’s a lot of stuff that has unraveled, or been brought up, because of his killing Falcone. The foundation of his business has become shaky and fragile, plenty of people are going to try and make a feeble attempt at the newly opened job position.

But none of them will be nearly as fast as Oz.

“Oz?” You call out to him softly, watching as his dejected eyes raise to meet yours. A fire burns in the pit of your stomach, a sense of pride and determination flares within your chest. You take a deep breath and look him, deathly serious, in the eye. “This city is yours now. No one can take it from you.”

Oz sits up at attention, he looks at you bewildered. He secretly shudders at the realization that you definitely just read his mind. He tries to gain his composure, sending a cheeky, almost shy, smile your way as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I wish it was that easy, sweetheart.” He chuckles dryly, but stops abruptly at the resolute look in your eyes. You’re not trying to reassure him… You’re stating a fact. One that seems to be very near and dear to your heart. Oz sighs, looking at you softly.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

A few seconds go by of you both staring deep into each others eyes, before Oz comes back to reality. Just as he opens his mouth to say something else, the door handle jiggles slowly before a young women enters.

She’s dressed head to toe in purple scrubs and it makes you squint a little at the vibrant color. She says something in greeting but you don’t hear much of it, tuning out very fast as she does a routine check of your health. Asking you basic questions.

Apparently, you had been unconscious for around three days but they had kept a vigilant eye on you, and reassured Oz that you would be awake in no time. Oz had also kept a vigilant eye on you, the nurse says this after he leaves the room to fetch you something to eat.

“What?” You ask quietly, looking at her quizzically. You’re sure there’s much more important things he could’ve been doing, but the blanket, paper cup of water, and discarded coat where Oz was sitting tells a different story.

“Yeah, he barely left your side. Only really left to go the bathroom and begrudgingly get food at the insistence of myself.” She giggles a little, not noticing the expression on your face.

“Oh.”

She leaves a little while after that, only really making small chit chat after she’s assessed that you’re in fairly good shape considering the circumstances.

Of course he would stay, you think. It would be out of character for him to just leave you, a crumpled heap of a person on the floor. Although he had wanted to kill Carmine for a very long time, there was very little chance he would ever do it if Falcone hadn’t tried what he had.

The thought of Oz wanting to save you makes you blush, the heat in your face doesn’t seem to go away even as Oz enters the room with some food for you and himself.

He smiles at you, not a smirk but a real, true smile. He brandishes the plain hospital food for you to see, and your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

“The nurse said you could be discharged from the hospital today, doll.” He says as he sits down in the chair beside your bed. He hands you something to eat, before relaxing into the chair. “And uh, well… I was wondering if you’d come stay with me for a while, sugar.”

That takes you back a little.

“What? Why, Oz?” You ask in confusion.

“Well, I don’t mean this in a rude way, doll, but I feel like every time I take my eyes off you, you get the shit beaten out of you.” Oz chuckles dryly, but he looks nervous. “I just, I worry about you, y’know? Don’t want you to get hurt no more, especially if it’s because of me.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Oz…”

He doesn’t look convinced, but before he can argue the nurse comes back in. She looks shy and apologetic for interrupting, but she steps further into the room anyways.

“Your paperwork is all finished, you’re free to leave.” She says with a gentle smile, and as Oz and yourself nod she walks back out swiftly.

Oz looks at you, he seems to be thinking very deeply before he says:

“C’mon, doll, let’s get going.” He stands up and helps you get ready to leave.

#here y’all go!! one more to go!#i’m going to start writing more often so hopefully these will get out faster im so slow lol #oz cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #farrell!penguin #farrell!penguin x reader #the batman (2022)#my writing

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dirtysvthoughts · 2 years

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𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓎

overview: working at a strip club has its perks, especially when your regulars are hella attractive.

pairing: female stripper reader! x chan

genre/tags/warnings: smut, stripper thingz (upper body nudity, then full body), protected sex (use a condom on your partner friends!), (sorta-kinda) lap dancing - but for sure grinding, fingering, mentions of twerking, mentions of chan’s teeth gems, very slight mentions of ass smacking and cum play

word count: 1.2k

a/n: hi friends! i hope you guys are ready for stripper reader! x chan!. i’ve been really down bad for this man ever since rwy era, so prepare to be in your horny feels as you read LOL! i sure was

this imagine was heavily inspired by p-valley (on starz), which is a show about a strip club in mississippi! it’s super good and the creator katori hall is a literal genius. if you have starz, please check it out!

partially edited/revamped on 02/22/23!

neon lights line the building. the bass throughout the club is thumping. all over the floor, bills are scattered, and girls are twerking their asses off to turn 50 cents into a dollar.

for you in this moment, the club’s air is heavy as fuck.

as you spin around on the chrome pole in one of the vip rooms, your legs gracefully divide as you do a split on the sturdy metal. as you transition and do a monkey drop, your regular for tonight doesn’t hesitate to spend his cash on you as he sits on a couch a few feet away from you. hundred dollar bill after hundred dollar bill covers the silver platform you stand on.

you transition into the floor and begin clapping your ass on tempo, making sure your at a perfect angle to where he can see your back and your face. “you like what you see, chan?” you ask as you turn around to play with the thin straps of your skimpy, sheer leotard. you keep your eyes on him as you slowly take off your straps, revealing your breasts to him.

chan has been one of your regulars for about six months now. in your history of strip club regulars, chan is probably the best one you’ve had ever. in a place where men could get extremely disrespectful in a split second, he wasn’t one of the many assholes you had to deal with sometimes. he was a refreshing change of pace, a man who could still throw money at you and wouldn’t get crazy if you said you no to something you didn’t want him to do.

chan bites his lip and runs his hands through his brown as he smirks at you, your hard nipples particularly his main focus. “you look so sexy, baby..” he muses.

you can feel your heat rising as he compliments you, getting so horny at how hot he looked in this moment. his white tee hugging his chest and arm muscles, the silver chain resting beautifully on his collarbone, and his black jeans imprinting how big he is. but the highlight of how he looks? the silver gems in his teeth. fuck, all you wanted him to do was leave a few hickeys on you.

you smile back at him as you get up from the floor, approaching him as you place your legs on opposite sides of his. your womanhood sits on his crotch and your arms latch around his neck as you slowly grind on him. he groans at the feeling as he kisses your neck, and begins to grab your ass.

“mmm chan, i can’t believe your so hard already,” you seductively whisper in his ear.“you feel so good too, i wanna feel you inside me..”

“oh do you now?” he chuckles as he tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “cause i wanna take you down right here on this couch, i doubt anyone would be able to hear us up here.”

his fingers begin to slowly trace the crotch of your one-piece and then he goes inside and starts to finger you. you gasp out at the feeling, you arms grabbing his shoulders to feel him up and hold on to him.

“c-chan, that feels so g-good.. give me more, please baby?”

“now you wanna feel me inside you?” he smirks at you. “let me give you what you want then.”

before you give into him, you get up and lock the door to the room to make sure your boss or anyone else for matter wouldn’t interrupt you. as you do your thing, chan grabs a condom from his pocket, tearing it open and preparing to put it on. but before he can unbutton his pants, you grab his wrist.

“let me, chan,” you smile as you get back on his lap, undoing his jean button and zipping him down, taking his leaking manhood out. you slowly rub him, his breathing becoming more ragged and shallow. as more of his precum beads up, you lick the substance from your fingers. “damn, you taste so good chan.. but it’s time to get what we both want is it not?”’

you take the condom and put it on him, his eyes watching your every move. once he’s fully situated, he mentally prepares himself to be inside of you.

“ready when you are, baby.”

as you sink on his dick, both of you moan out at the feeling of how great the other feels. “you feel so big chan,” you bury you head in his neck. “you fill me up and make me feel so full..”

chan mentally groans at your words as his hands grab your thighs. “you feel really great too baby, warm and dripping wet.. you’re so perfect.”

chan then takes a chance and begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. you loudly gasp at this newfound feeling, struggling to find words as chan admires how fine you still look.

“ch-chan, holy shit, chan! go harder please, baby - i swear i can take it!”

he doesn’t hesitate and immediately picks up his speed. as your tits begin to bounce, he plays with your breasts.

“yeah, gonna take it? take all of me baby. cum all over me, get this dick soaking wet like only you can.”

your moans get higher in pitch until you let out a silent scream and release your juices all over him. you collapse into him, trying to slow your breathing as you come down from a very ecstatic high.

“fuck chan,” you laugh into his chest. “you’re so fucking amazing..”

he caresses you hair, but before he can say anything back, there’s a loud pounding on the door that catches the two of you completely off guard.

“what?” you say loudly, turning your head to the door, annoyed at someone disrupting your time with chan.

“if you and your client are done fucking, you need to come downstairs! do i need to remind you that your headlining tonight? you’re on the main stage in 10 minutes!” your boss shouts back at you.

you roll your eyes and chan softly chuckles. “alright, i’ll be down there in a sec!” whatever your boss says next you can’t hear, but you know it’s something about how “these girls are always ungrateful.”

you sigh and get up off chan’s lap as you grab a plastic bag and start tossing your cash in it. once you’re done, chan gets up off the couch and faces you. he holds your waist and brings you in close, your lips inches away from his.

“think we can have another round after your stage?”

“oh, most definitely. you know i can never get enough of you,” you say as you caress his hair, and kiss behind his ear. he slowly closes any other gap in between you two and kisses you deeply.

as you regrettably pull away after a few seconds (knowing you had a job to do), you take his hand as you unlock the door, the two of you now back into the club’s wild atmosphere.

as you let go and walk away to the dressing room, chan gives you a light snack on your ass. “that’s for good luck, and to say that i want a lap dance when we get back to the room.” he winks at you as he leaves first to go back downstairs.

you bite your lip and smile to yourself as you head back downstairs, with now about seven minutes left until you hit the stage.

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itsladykit · 1 year

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Summary: Red and Papyrus pick up Cash's car.

CW: stalking discussed, anxiousness, discussion of boundaries

“did, uh, did twist say where cash’s parked?” Red asked, walking alongside Papyrus.

“HM. NO. HE DID NOT.”

Red grunted, unimpressed. “right. ‘course not. that’d make this easy.”

Papyrus’ hands fluttered, then he looked up at the sky and out over the water before turning his dazzling smile on Red. “AT LEAST IT’S A NICE DAY OUT! CLEAR SKIES—AND JUST LOOK AT THE OCEAN!” He propped his hands on his hips and made a show of breathing deeply of the ocean air.

Red grunted, scuffing his shoes over the dirty sidewalk. “too windy fer clouds,” he said, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. “too bad it don’ carry away the smell ‘a fish.”

Papyrus went quiet beside him as he allowed his arms to hang limp. They walked in silence for a few steps, then he cleared his throat. “I APPRECIATE YOUR HELP, CHERRY. BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO STAY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO. I’M SURE I CAN FIND WEALTHY-ME’S CAR ON MY OWN. THANK YOU FOR THE RIDE OUT HERE, THOUGH.”

Red paused, looking up at Papyrus and seeing now the strain around his smile. “i—” He thought about Boss and Twist, considered what both of them had told him, and realized he was being an ass. “nah,” he said, toeing the sidewalk. “jus’ thought ya might be cold is all. wind’s gotta cut right through ya.” He nodded toward Papyrus’ thin t-shirt and his short-shorts. “d’ya….” He swallowed. “ya wanna borrow my jacket?”

Papyrus’ expression cleared, those subtle signs of strain disappearing. Red’s soul gave a strange, stuttering beat in response. “THANK YOU, BUT I’M QUITE COMFORTABLE—THIS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO SNOWDIN. I APPRECIATE THE OFFER, THOUGH.” Red’s soul warmed, and he felt his cheekbones growing hot under Papyrus’ pleased expression.

He looked away, only daring quick glances at his companion. “alright. if, uh, if ya change yer mind, jus’ lemme know, okay?”

They kept walking, checking the visitors’ lots as they passed—Cash would never have parked on the street. The silence was more comfortable now, though Red was anxious to fill it, even if he wasn’t sure what to say. Papyrus liked jokes and word-play as much as any skeleton, but he had high standards for both—and he was Tale-verse too, so most of Red’s jokes wouldn’t be appreciated. They saw each other too often for small talk to be a good option, and Papyrus was too much like Boss to be engaged by pointless social niceties anyway.

Which left meaningful conversation as the only viable option, and he couldn’t think of anything more terrifying than that. So he continued to kick rocks and mentally run through—and reject—various conversation starters. Until Papyrus asked, “WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT TARANTELLA?”

He tripped but recovered quickly. “uh, kinda fast, ain’t it? lottsa footwork—”

Papyrus gave him a disappointed look. “CHERRY.”

Red hunched his shoulders and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. “not thinkin’ ‘a takin’ up dancin’, huh?”

Sighing, Papyrus said, “NO. I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE DANCE.” He mercifully left the ‘as you very well know’ unsaid.

Red glanced at him, trying to decide how much to tell him and how much to hold back. There were things the Fell-verse monsters didn’t discuss in polite company, and Papyrus was extremely polite. “uh, not much. twist ain’t really said anythin’ ‘bout her—”

“AH, YES. AND I’M SURE YOU WERE EXTREMELY RESPECTFUL OF HIS BOUNDARIES AND DIDN’T TRY TO TALK UP THE TWIST-VERSE MONSTERS FOR INFORMATION.” Red stopped and stared up at Papyrus, who just looked back at him with his constant smile. “AND I’M DOUBLY SURE YOU WEREN’T GOING TO SHARE YOUR FINDINGS WITH EDGY-ME AND SMALL-ME.” Again, he left the ‘and say nothing to the rest of us’ mercifully unspoken.

Red swore softly and started walking again. “ta be fair, i ain’t had much time fer diggin’,” he grumbled. “only jus’ found out she made it ta the surface. an’ there ain’t too many twist-verse monsters tha’ wanna talk—‘bout either of ‘em.” Not a few of them simply blanched and walked away before he could even ask a question. Everyone knew the skeletons stuck together, and apparently, that was enough for most Twist-verse monsters to steer clear of him. Some of the Snowdin monsters were more willing, but they went quiet and pale as soon as he mentioned Ella. “was gonna head ta boris’ place tanight. see if some booze’d loosen ‘em up.” Papyrus was quiet beside him, and Red looked his way, suddenly suspicious. “so? wha’d you bring ta show an’ tell?”

The faint flush that spread across Papyrus’ cheekbones and the way he straightened his spine, head held stiff, assured Red that he’d guessed correctly. Papyrus cleared his throat, and Red had the unique experience of getting to watch someone else decide how much information to share and how much to hold back. He understood, now, why Papyrus found it so annoying. “I THINK THEY USED TO WORK FOR HER,” he finally said, speaking with greater care than usual. “AND I DON’T THINK IT WAS A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE.”

Red snorted. He and Boss had a similar history with their Muffet. ‘Unpleasant’ was something of an understatement. “yeah. tha’s about what I know too.”

After a little while, Papyrus lowered his voice and added, “She found him at Cerulean’s. We were meeting there to talk about ‘Berry’s heat plan, and she interrupted us.”

Red nodded. He knew that. He also knew there had to be more going on if Twist was considering bartering with Boris to get rid of her. Not that he was going to tell Papyrus that. “ya think she followed ‘im there?”

Papyrus exhaled slowly. “I’m…I’m not sure. Maybe.” He paused, looking out over the water. “I think we should bring this to the embassy. It might turn out to be nothing, but it’s upsetting both Twist and Blackberry. We need to make sure they feel safe up here.”

Red froze. “ya don’ think they’d jus’ send twist an’ ella both back underground if we tell ‘em there’s a problem?”

Blinking, Papyrus looked down at him. He shook his head. “NO! OF COURSE—OF COURSE NOT! WHY WOULD THEY—?” He swallowed, chest hitching as he watched the waves crash against the pier. “They wouldn’t.”

“‘s twist’s life, creampuff. we can’t fuck around with it.”

Papyrus took a slow, deep inhale. “IF SHE IS HARASSING HIM, THEN WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO?” Red stayed silent, knowing Papyrus wouldn’t appreciate his—very Fell-verse—answer. Looking at him, Papyrus sighed. “Not that.”

Red just shrugged, scuffing the pavement again. “then what?”

After a beat, he said, “Why don’t we talk to Undyne? She’ll know what to do.”

Red wished he shared Papyrus’ optimism, but he reluctantly nodded. “alright. ‘least she won’ send ‘im back without askin’ a few questions first. an’ she knows how ta keep her mouth shut too.”

“EXCELLENT!” He hesitated a moment. “WOULD YOU COME WITH ME? TO TALK TO HER.”

“uh. yeah. sure. if ya think it’d help.”

Papyrus beamed at him. “THANK YOU, CHERRY.” Then he fished Cash’s keys out of his pocket and pressed a button. About a block away, a car alarm started blaring. “FOUND IT!” Papyrus said, pivoting toward the sound.

Red opened his mouth, shut it, then started snickering. Papyrus smiled at him from over his shoulder, the corners of his sockets crinkling. Struck by that grin, Red’s soul gave a hard thump, and he found himself saying, “hey, uh—pap?” before he could stop himself.

“YES?”

His mouth was bone-dry, but his hands felt damp. He swallowed. “d’ya wanna…?” His soul beat fast now. “drink? c-coffee or-or a—i dunno, whatever ya wan’. sumtime. with-with me.” He immediately wished he could claw the words back, especially when Papyrus just stared at him blankly. “uh, ya know what? neve’mind. yer busy, yeah? s’okay—i know the embassy’s gotcha runnin’ ragged. so, uh, jus’-jus’ ferget i said anythin’.”

His expression fell. “O-OH. UM. ALRIGHT. THAT’S…THAT’S TOO BAD. BECAUSE I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WERE ASKING ME OUT FOR COFFEE. AND I WOULD HAVE LIKED THAT VERY MUCH, BUT I UNDERSTAND IF—”

“wait. wait—ya wanna? with me?”

“IF YOU’RE ASKING.”

Red took a breath to steady himself. “yeah. yeah, ‘m askin’.”

Papyrus smiled softly. “WELL, THEN. THAT WOULD BE LOVELY.” As he turned toward the car, he added, “IT’S PROBABLY BEST TO MEET FOR COFFEE BEFORE ASKING SOMEONE TO BE YOUR HEAT PARTNER, ANYWAY.”

Red tripped over his own feet, nearly face-planting at Papyrus’ words. “uh—w-wha’d ya say?”

“HMM? OH, DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT NOW, OR WAIT FOR OUR COFFEE DATE?”

Heat rose to his cheekbones. He tried to clarify, realized he wasn’t really sure what he actually meant to say and only managed a feeble, “so it’s? ‘s a date?”

Papyrus cocked his head. “OH—ERM. I GUESS I JUST ASSUMED….” He took a deep breath, then turned to fully face Red. “I WOULD LIKE IT TO BE A DATE. BUT—” He swallowed. “—but only if you want it to be too.” He fiddled with his scarf, fingers picking at the yarn, though he doggedly tried to maintain his posture and smile despite his nerves.

Red was suddenly irrationally angry with himself for giving Papyrus any reason to feel like he might be rejected. He swallowed and drew on the courage that had enabled him to survive in a world of kill or be killed. “yeah. yeah, i’d, uh…i’d like it ta be. a date, i mean.”

His bravery was rewarded with a broad, beaming smile. “GREAT!” Only after they got into the car and pulled away from the lot did Papyrus say, “YOU NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION, YOU KNOW.”

Red’s soul was hammering with a mix of elation and anxiousness. It took him a moment to register what Papyrus had said. “which one?”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME WHETHER YOU WANTED TO TALK ABOUT OUR HEAT PLANS AT COFFEE, OR IF YOU WANTED TO DO IT NOW.”

Red opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. “i.” He couldn’t quite manage more than that.

Papyrus glanced at him, and his mouth softened a little. “Maybe we should do it now,” he suggested gently. Red looked out the window, wishing that the law of inertia didn’t apply to teleportation. Unfortunately, if he attempted a shortcut now, his body would continue speeding along at thirty miles per hour with no way to safely stop.

As if Papyrus could read his mind, the car began to pick up speed as he turned onto the freeway. Red settled back in his seat, fiddling with the seatbelt. Despite making the suggestion, Papyrus didn’t say anything either, both of them sitting in silence as he skillfully weaved through traffic. Red swallowed, realizing that Papyrus was giving him the chance to agree—or to change the subject. But that flash of nervousness he’d displayed was too recent in Red’s mind for him to take the easy way out.

He liked Papyrus. More than liked him, maybe—or was quickly on his way down that road. And despite all logic, Papyrus seemed to like him back. Red could hardly believe that the world could be so kind, but he knew that the feelings between them were still new and fragile. And even if he came from a softer world, Papyrus had his own wounds. If Red kept pushing him away, kept avoiding him, then Papyrus would eventually read it as rejection rather than cowardice. And whatever chance he had—whatever chance they had could be lost.

So, Red swallowed and took a deep breath. “right,” he said, voice scratchy, “whaddaya wanna talk ‘bout?”

Papyrus’ shoulders loosened, and his smile returned in full force. “WELL, I WAS WONDERING WHAT YOUR HEAT PLANS WERE.”

Despite being prepared for the question, it still caused his soul to twist. “i, uh. i guess i hadn’ thought ‘bout it much.”

Papyrus glanced at him, brow-bones furrowed. He started to say something, shook his head, and then went quiet for a bit. After a few beats, he finally said, “It’s okay to be nervous, you know. Everyone is their first time. But, um, it’s much better to have a plan laid out in advance—”

Red snorted. “what’s there ta plan, huh? ‘s jus’ fuckin’. been fucked an’ been fucked over plen’y ‘a times—ain’t like this’ll be much diff’rent.” Besides, with stats like his, it wasn’t as if having his soul on display made him all that much more vulnerable. Not physically, at least.

Papyrus glanced at him, fingers drumming on the steering wheel when he refocused on the road. “I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” he said, “but it’s really more about emotional intimacy than it is about—” Red sank down in his seat, only just resisting the urge to cover his acoustic meati. Still, Papyrus must have picked up on his discomfort because he grew quiet again. Only a soft, “oh” escaped him.

They passed several cars in silence, and Red leaned forward to jab at the radio, silently cursing himself. Finally, Papyrus said, “I’m beginning to think we didn’t do a good job of explaining things at the start.”

Red shook his head with a sigh, sitting back when he found a station playing ‘Gangster’s Paradise’. “nah,” he said, “ya ‘xplained it fine. ‘s why everyone’s so freaked out.”

“Everyone?”

Red glanced at him and huffed. “boss’s such a control freak there’s no way he ain’t losin’ it a little—but he’s got rus, at least.” And he definitely wouldn’t want his older brother poking his nasal ridge into it, even if he was upset. “ya know how ‘berry’s takin’ it. an’ twist’s half-sure his lv’s gonna make ‘im too unpredictable ta get help fr’m any ‘a us. cash an’ razz’re so repressed, who fuckin’ knows what they’re even thinkin’. but razz ‘least had sans.”

He snorted. “think slim’s the only one who didn’ seem too panicked.” But Slim was comfortable being vulnerable with the people he cared about—he’d been sub to his Muffet’s domme for years. Red wasn’t even surprised he’d ended up bedding down with Cash and Twist for the week; if anyone could get those two to dislodge their skulls from their pelvises, it was Slim.

“And you?”

Red went very still. “what about me?” he asked gruffly.

“You went through everyone else, but you haven’t said a word about yourself. How are you taking it?”

He looked out the window. “tol’ja,” he said, “been fucked b’fore. ain’t a big deal.”

They drove in silence for a bit. “Well, I’m rather nervous myself.”

Red glanced at him. “ya are?”

“Oh, yes.” He nodded, keeping his gaze on the road. “Things are different now. Everything’s changed—for the better, of course! But….” He sighed. “I’m not really sure what to do for my heat this year. Undyne is in a relationship, and I don’t want to step on Alphys’ toes. And…” He sighed. “There’s an expectation most monsters have, when you ask them to mind you during your heat. I’m…I don’t think there’s anyone I’d be ready to be sexually intimate with, but….” He glanced at Red. “There’s someone I would like to spend that time with.”

Red swallowed. “yer askin’…?”

“If you’d be willing. I-I know it’s a lot to ask, especially since—well, I’m afraid it won’t be…what you’re expecting. So, it’s okay to say no—I…I still want to go to coffee with you. I completely understand if you don’t—”

“i’ll do it.” He swallowed. “i’ll mind ya.”

“—want to look after me without getting anything out of it yourself—”

“creampuff, i said yes.”

“You—? You will?”

“yeah. said i’d look after ya.”

“Oh. Okay. Um. We can…we can go over details when we get coffee, then.”

“an’….” Red swallowed. “…wouldja do the same fer me?”

Papyrus hesitated, and Red’s soul squeezed. “I would—I will! But…you may not want me to.” He kept his gaze fixed on the road, and Red wondered if this was easier for him, not having to look at Red while he talked. “I like you, Cherry. And-and I want to-to pursue those feelings. But I move…slowly. Which means that—while I would be happy to see you through your heat—I’m not comfortable….”

“jumpin’ my bones?”

Papyrus gave him a look and a sigh but didn’t take the bait. “Not yet,” he said crisply. “I’m interested in you. I want to go to coffee—and maybe start dating after that. Regardless of those plans, though, I understand if you’d rather ask someone else to be your heat partner.”

Red stared at him. “…ya won’…?”

“You should be comfortable during your heat. For most monsters, that means physical intimacy. I don’t….” He huffed. “I can’t provide that right now, so I understand if you’d prefer to ask someone who can.” The car slowed and stopped, and Papyrus turned to meet his gaze.

Red swallowed. “ain’t many monsters i’d trust with my soul. yer one of ‘em. we don’ gotta fuck, but…if yer willin’, yer the one i’d wan’ with me fer this.”

“Are you sure? Even though I can’t….” His cheekbones flushed a soft orange. “That’s okay?”

“yeah. s’okay. know you’ll, uh…” He felt his face grow hot. “take care ‘a me.”

Papyrus reached out and laid a hand on the back of Red’s neck, holding his gaze. “That I can do,” he said, his words like a promise. His hand was hot on Red’s cervical vertebrae, and he felt himself instinctively lifting his chin to allow him better access. Papyrus’ thumb swept over his jawbone, heat trailing in its wake. Then he cleared his throat, the spell broken as he pulled away. “ERM. I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD HEAD INSIDE.” Red blinked, belatedly remembering why they were at the embassy.

“right. yeah. le’s, uh…le’s go.”

Inside, there was no sign of Undyne or Hook. Neither of them were comfortable behind a desk, so Red raised a brow-bone when the attendant at the front desk said they were both in Hook’s office. The brow-bone crept higher when they saw the door was closed.

Undeterred, Papyrus knocked briskly and asked, “UNDYNE? ARE YOU—”

The door was yanked open, and they were both dragged inside. Red blinked, looking around. Ordinarily, Hook’s office seemed comfortably sized, but the presence of two fish monsters, one oversized skeleton, one ‘fun-sized’ skeleton, and two humans made it feel rather cramped. He focused on the humans immediately, the back of his neck prickling when he sensed DETERMINATION bleeding off one of them. A war mage. And not a baby war mage like the kid—full grown, this one, and fully trained. He Checked her immediately, wondering how much LOVE she’d gained.

“Easy,” Hook said, watching his eyelight flare. “She’s retired. She’s also Twist’s boss.”

The mage eyed him and Papyrus. “You’re…relatives?”

“’s complicated,” Red said, while Papyrus said, “OH, NO. WE’RE NOT RELATED—JUST FRIENDS.”

She nodded. “Good. Maybe you can help with something.”

Red reached out, squeezing Papyrus’ arm before he could promise to help her however he could. “what kinda help d’ya need?” he asked cautiously, glancing between Hook and the mage.

She crossed her arms, revealing an elaborate sleeve of tattoos. “A lady came to visit the shop today. A Spider monster.” Papyrus straightened, but Red squeezed his hand hard, hoping he’d stay quiet. Still, the mage looked them over, nodding to herself. “You know her.” It wasn’t a question.

Papyrus looked down at Red, obviously picking up on his unease. Undyne cleared her throat. “Why don’t you tell them what you told us,” she said to the humans.

Their story wasn’t especially alarming in isolation, but it had obviously put the two humans ill at ease. “So,” the mage said, “She tracked him down on Saturday and again today. And we know they’ve got a history. It can’t just be a coincidence.”

Papyrus looked to Red, trying to communicate using only his brow-bones. Red squeezed his hand again, willing him to stay quiet. Lifting his chin, he eyed the war mage. “an’ if there’s a problem? whaddaya gonna do ‘bout it?”

The mage looked between them, then she seemed to realize what Red was worried about. “Listen, kid—” He bristled, though the mage didn’t seem to notice. “—this isn’t our first rodeo. We’ve had to close ranks around our own before. And we know that some people are good at manipulating appearances. Twist needs friends right now—people willing to back him up if this gets taken to the courts.”

“…So—” Red glared at Papyrus, but it didn’t deter him. “—you don’t want to send him back?”

The mage’s mouth hardened. “No one in this room wants to see him sent back. That’s why he needs allies.”

Hook nodded. “Yeah, especially since Scales won’t vouch for him if it comes to that.”

“BUT SHE’S HIS ‘VERSE’S JUDGE! SHE MUST KNOW WHAT KIND OF MONSTER HE IS.”

Undyne cleared her throat and refused to meet Pap’s hopeful eyelights. “She, uh…she seems to think he’s a different kind of monster than we do.” She looked to Red. “Having another Judge vouch for him might help, though.”

“he’ll have three, fer what it’s worth. but, uh…we’re obviously pretty biased. dunno how much help it’ll be.”

“That’s fine,” the other human said. “Having people willing to stand with him is going to be a huge help no matter how he wants to proceed.”

The mage nodded. “Getting ahead of things before this Ella person has a chance to spin it is a good first step. You have my witness statement from this morning?”

Undyne nodded. “Right here.” She tapped her phone then eyed Papyrus. “Actually…do you have a minute, Pap? We’ve got the police report from Saturday, but I’d like to get your take on what happened, since they didn’t bother to get your statement.”

“OH—OF COURSE.”

Undyne ushered him out of the room, asking, “What’d you come down here for anyway? I thought you had the week off….” The door shut, but Red could still faintly hear his voice through the wood.

“You’ll keep us informed?” the mage asked, looking at Hook.

“Yeah. And if anything happens at the shop—”

“You’ll be my first call. C’mon, Mel. Lunch break’s almost over, and I still want to take you to that bakery.”

The door shut behind them, and Red eyed Hook. “…you trust ‘em?”

��The humans?” Hook eyed the door, then gave a stiff nod. “Yeah. Much as I trust anyone, at least.”

“even the mage?”

“Especially the mage. She’s the one who helped us set up some of the rehabilitation programs for monsters with high LV. Besides, without her, I don’t think they’d have let Trouble up top. She’s serious about helping at least.”

Red grunted, not ready to be convinced but unwilling to argue. “right. welp, ya know how ta find me—”

“Wait.”

Red eyed her, brow-bone cocked. But Hook looked uncharacteristically uncomfortable. She scratched at the place her prosthetic joined flesh, running her claw over the seam. “You, uh…you talked to your bro lately?”

Red’s soul gave an odd pulse. “this mornin’. why?”

She exhaled through her nose, looking out the window. “He seem okay to you?”

“the fuck’s tha’ s’pposed ta mean?”

Her good eye narrowed. “Calm down. It’s just a question.”

He snorted. “like hell it is. what happened?”

Looking skyward, she muttered something under her breath and finally said, “Look, he just seemed a little off, alright?” Glaring at her, Red started to dig out his cell phone. “What are you doing?”

“callin’ ‘im.”

She snorted. “He’s a little busy right now.” When Red just glared at her, she added, “Rus’ in heat, asshole.”

Red nearly dropped his phone. “what?”

Hook looked him up and down, nodding to herself. “You too, huh?”

“whaddaya mean by tha’?” He tried to keep his voice gruff, but it cracked at the end, revealing his anxiety.

“Means you look about as freaked out as he did.” She looked away again, arms crossed. “He really seemed okay this morning?”

Red stared at her, then mentally reviewed the morning. “yeah. think so.” But he hadn’t been looking too close, and Boss could be hard to read. “he didn’ seem okay ta you?”

She shrugged. “…I don’t know. I just—” Her mouth thinned and her brows knit close. “It’s probably nothing. He’s just upset about this whole heat business. This shit with Twist and Ella probably isn’t helping either.”

“yeah. right.”

They were quiet for a few beats, then she said, “I texted Rus. Just in case.”

Red snorted, trying to remind himself that he liked Rus, trusted him with his own life. But it was much harder to trust him with his little brother’s. “…yer gonna look in on him once stretch’s heat’s over, right?”

She looked offended at the question. “Of course I am! Cripes. It’s like you don’t even know me.”

Despite himself, Red felt his soul ease a fraction. “good. b’tween the three ‘a us, we c’n prob’ly keep ‘im outta trouble.”

She nodded, though he noticed her normal bravado was entirely absent. “Right. Unless you got anything else, get the fuck outta here—I’ve got paperwork, and the gutter-rat isn’t here to do it for me.”

He shook his head, flipping her off as he went. And trying to shake away the creeping sense of dread she’d left him with.

#undertale #papyrus #fell sans #redpuff #cherryblossom #my work #life cycles

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dailyrandomwriter · 2 years

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Day 19

There’s something I want people to understand about anxiety. Especially those who believe anxiety is a simple mind over matter; that the person in question is too ‘sensitive’; or those who claim, “I’ve had anxiety and I managed to work it through because if I didn’t then I wouldn’t get anything done.”

(By the way, this is the same shit people say about depression too.)

If you have gotten over your anxiety, and do not acknowledge that moving past your anxiety is hard, then you have not experienced a fraction of what anxiety can do to you. I am, admittedly, one of the lucky ones, because I know 99 percent of the time, when I’m experiencing anxiety as opposed to a legitimate fear.

Let me tell you, even when you know it is happening, it is not a pleasant experience. And it’s worse when you know you’ve lost to it.

A year ago, because of a lot of stomach trouble I was having (it was diet related and nothing serious), I had a weird fear that I had done damage to a medical site on the side of my stomach. In short I thought I had poked a hole in my intestine somewhere, which is a very extreme fear to have. Here was the thing though, because I happened to have overheard someone who had a hole in their intestine, I knew exactly what to look out for.

So for a week, I went through a mental list to reassure myself that I was fine. But there was always that gremlin in the back of my head, and I call anxiety gremlins because all they do is nitpick in the back of your brain. See that’s the thing about anxiety, it’s not a fear, it’s not nervousness, it is this goddamn intrusive thought that whispers in the back of your brain. It makes the most benign fucking thing sound like a crisis waiting to happen.

Your manager calls you on the phone? You must be in trouble.

You accidentally interrupt someone to say something that is on your mind? That someone must be angry with you.

You’ve had long bouts of stomach trouble? Does that medical site look funny to you?

I finally gave up after a week, took a picture of the medical site, emailed my doctor, apologized to her and asked her to tell my fucking gremlins to shut up about my medical site. She was the boss, assured me I was fine, and told me to tell them to go home. I love my family doctor, I’ll be sad when she retires, she’s amazing.

But I needed that, I needed someone outside of me to say, you’re fine, and still acknowledge that the anxiety was there. So if you are one of those people who can’t understand why someone gets anxious over every little thing, don’t tell that person that they’re being silly, or oversensitive, or they need to try harder.

Because for all you know, they could be trying their hardest, to block out the gremlin on their shoulder telling them everything is going to go wrong and everyone hates their guts.

#anxiety #anxiety gremlins #mental health #be kind to others

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vorrentis · 2 years

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M Reader x Mina - Letting It All Out

Re-uploaded with both chapters combined and remastered with better details, more story, and better and longer smut!

Tags- Manager Reader x Idol Mina, Car Sex

Words: 14,775

ENJOY AND HAPPY (LATE) MINA DAY!

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Managers: a person responsible for controlling or administering all or part of a company or similar organization.

Normally managers would be the bosses, but in the K-pop industry, it's defined differently.

Managers are rather the sitters or parents of a k-pop group, tending and watching over them while living with them to ensure that no improper mishaps are going on.

Well today, there's a situation with one certain manager/group that needs to be taken care of ASAP.

And we're going to see that group right now.

On the top floor of the agency, JYPE holds producer/boss JYP and his superstar K-pop group, Twice.

An introduction was held for the girls and him as their new manager was on their way.

Their previous manager, Kim, much to not wanting to, asked to leave the position due to an emergency in her family that was required of her to live near them, and issue so deep that she wouldn't have gone otherwise.

A lengthy discussion and a sad goodbye later, Twice was now managerless, though they understood her intentions.

And here they were, waiting and loafing around while JYP was-

BEEP

JYP heard his desk phone and clicked on the red flashing button.

"Yes?"

"Sir, he's here."

"Ah send him up then."

"He?" JYP turned to the group on the side of him with Sana speaking up, "our new manager is a guy?"

"And he'll be with us still?" Chaeyoung asked.

"Yes your manager is a guy and yes he will be with you girls. But it's not his first time under the same roof with a girl group. He's really well-spoken and trustworthy, I checked his background and everything in check." JYP assured him, "plus his father has worked here before as Miss A's manager before he left when they disbanded. Miss A liked him very much and I trust his dad so I trust (YN) to be the same level as him." JYP explained to the nine solemn-looking women.

"I guess..." "Yeah..." "Okay..."

"I know, losing Kim is hard on me too, it'll be extremely difficult to find a replacement like her, but I assure you nine will like your new one. He should be here any-"

KNOCK KNOCK

"Ahh, there he is. Come in." JYP said towards the door as the girls turned around to see the door opening and a guy walking through.

Some were surprised, with him looking to be young as he approached the desk his eyes were on the girls looking through each one before turning to the boss himself.

"Mr. JYP, it's great to see you again." He bowed as JYP stood and bowed back.

"Likewise (YN) and this, well you already know, is Twice," he presented them as the nine were hurdled.

Each of them were observing you up and down.

"Wow, you're our manager?" Dahyun asked.

"I know he's young, but he's qualified for this." JYP stated.

"Thanks for having me and I hope we'll get along well." You said bowing towards the members.

Then one by one, the members introduced each other to you as one of them was paused for a few seconds.

"Mina?" Sana nudged Mina's shoulder as she stated her name in a lesser tone.

"See, we're off to a great start. Now can you girls wait in the lobby? I need to bring (YN) up to a few things." JYP asked of the girls as they all nodded and left his office.

Then they started to whisper things about you and got onto the elevator when one noticed another member out of it.

"Mina?" Momo spoke up causing the girls to look at her standing in front of the elevator.

"You girls go. I need to ask producer-san something." Mina folded her arms.

"Are you okay?" Jihyo asked.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask him something?"

"We can wait," Sana asked.

"No, it's fine." Mina declined as Jihyo shrugged.

"Alright, we'll be in the lobby then." Her leader said as she pushed the button to make the elevator close as some members waved bye to Mina with the doors closed on them.

She sighed and stood there waiting for you to come out.

'I can't believe my luck...'

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SWING

A couple of minutes later, the door opened and Mina looked to see you coming out and closing the door behind you noticed Mina right away and smiled at her.

"I can't believe it's you (YN)," Mina frowned as you smiled.

"Neither can I Minari~" Mina glared.

"Don't call me that."

You smirked.

"Aw come on Mina, you're still mad at me, are you? It's been seven years."

She kept her glare at you.

"Why are you here (YN)?" She asked.

"Because I work here now?" You answered as if it was obvious.

"..."

"Hehe, well my dad used to work here after all."

"Yeah, I just learned that...do you even have any experience?"

"Aww Mina, I'm hurt, do you not want me here." You said sarcastically.

"What do you think?" She responded fiercely as you sighed.

"...Look Mina I know we haven't had a great past, but I swear to you I've changed." You stated as Mina looked at you with her arms folded.

She stared for a bit as she figured time as come and gone.

No doubt you and Mina had a history, no that kind of history.

You both had a 'hateful' relationship towards one another back in elementary, it kept going through middle school and then the first year of high school.

Both did these pranks towards one another that made them go at each other's throats, calling each other names and even messing around with each other in classes.

And it wasn't in fun either, Mina hated your guts.

It wasn't until Mina left to Seoul to participate in Sixteen and after she won, she never saw you again...until now that is.

'Maybe he has changed. It has been some years since I last saw him.'

"You're right, we haven't...but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I'm sorry for being upset." She let her arms down s you nodded.

"I understand, let's go home yeah?"

"Yeah." She said.

As you walked forward to the elevator she joined you inside and side glanced at you the entire way.

You were vastly different looking, more mature like. Of course it's because you've age, but something about you.

'It's been so long since I've seen him. Maybe he will be a nice manager...huh, who would have guessed.'

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One Month Later

"I hate him so much!" Mina yelled as she was cleaning herself with a towel from another prank that you did, by putting powder in her hairdryer, and once she turned it on...poof.

"You know, white is a good color on you Mina~"

Nayeon was stifling her laughter as Mina threw some powder on the towel in her direction making Nayeon jump back to dodge it.

"Oh come on Mina, they're harmless pranks." Nayeon spoke up, "besides, he, Dahyun, and Chaeyoung are against each other as well."

"Yeah, but I hate that I'm involved," Mina frazzled as she sat on her bed, "hasn't changed one bit."

"So he likes to have fun, Mina. Pranks aside, he's involved in a lot of our activities here and he's not afraid to goof off, I mean Dahyun and Chaeyoung seem to love him," Sana spoke up, "but he does get serious when he needs to be when we're out doing our job, he's a very pleasant manager. He's no Unnie, but he's up there." Sana continued.

"Yeah, plus he's a great cook, polite, upbeat...he's like an almost perfect boyfriend," Nayeon commented as the three quickly turned to her.

"Boyfriend?" Jihyo questioned.

"What? I'm just saying." Nayeon shrugged as the Jihyo best decision to move on.

"Anyway...he goes up and beyond for each of us Mina," Jihyo added. "I'll admit, I had doubts of him being here, but everyone feels more uplifted. I wonder if this is how Miss A felt like when his dad was working for them."

"I think we all were thinking that Ji, producer-nim was right." Sana smiled as Mina sighed.

"Fine, I agree with all that, but you ain't getting the personal pranks like I am."

"Well why don't you just talk to him about this?" Jihyo asked, "I know he'll back off."

"Why? He's not going to listen to me."

"I mean he's not a child Mina." Jihyo asked, "if you're serious, he will be too."

"He'll never be serious. He's just a man-child." Mina answered with the three others staring at her lying down, her back turned against them as Jihyo looked at the other two who shrugged.

"...Well, we should get to sleep too. We have a fan meet tomorrow and we have to start getting ready at eight-thirty."

"Great..." Sana grumbled as she climbed into her bed with Nayeon going into hers.

They all said their goodnights and drifted off to sleep.

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The Next Morning

"Zzz...zzz...zz-

RING RING RING RING

Your alarm rang and your eyes groggily opened.

You groaned at the sound and reached out to turn off the alarm on your phone and read the time.

7:20 AM

You yawned and took a breath in.

"Too early man..." You sighed as you sat up, stretched your arms a bit before standing up and heading towards your bathroom.

You did your necessities and got ready by wearing a white dress shirt and some work pants.

You gathered up your paperwork from yesterday and neatly piled them into a stack and put them in a backpack for you to take.

You looked at the time on your phone.

7:42 AM

"Perfect, hopefully, we'll beat the morning traffic too."

You left your room and walked out and looked over the railings from the second floor.

Nobody.

"Oh don't tell me..." You turned forward and went to the first door which happened to be the four girl's room.

You pressed your head to the door...nothing either.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Girls?" You called out.

"...Come in." You heard through the door and opened it just slightly, enough to see the four still on their beds.

"Girls, you serious?" You said while turning the lights on.

"Aish...(YN) too early," Nayeon said as she covered her head with her pillow.

"Uh, it's time to go. Come on get ready." You opened the door fully as they seem to roll in bed.

"You said eight-thirty..." Jihyo said groggily.

"Yeah, it starts at eight-thirty. It's already almost eight."

"What!?" All four seem to wake up from this and they started to rise and got off their beds to start getting ready as you let them be and alerted the others.

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"Hey (YN)."

"Hey Jeong."

Jeongyeon stepped onto the ground level as she smiled at you.

It didn't take long for the girls to finish up and gather in the car with Jeongyeon being the second to last girl with Mina falling behind.

"Ready?"

"Waiting for Mina." You answered as she nodded and was about to go until...

"Coming! Coming!" Mina was heard as she hurried down the stairs...then...

"Ah!" THUMP "Oww! Argh!" Mina held her ankle as she was sitting on the step.

"Mina!" You and Jeongyeon rushed to her in the middle of the stairs while she was breathing quite hard.

"Crap, okay, Jeong, get me something cold from the freezer and inform the others about Mina, I'm going to call JYP."

Jeongyeon nodded and quickly went down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

"Can you move it at all?" You asked as Mina tried to roll her foot as Mina's winced.

"I can't move it as much..." She muttered as you nodded while you placed a hand on Mina's shoulder.

"It's gon-"

Mina moved her shoulder harshly to remove your hand.

"..." She didn't say anything but kept her hand on her ankle as you figured that was too touchy.

"It's gonna be okay." You stood and fished your phone-

"Here." Jeongyeon approached with a frozen vegetable pack.

"Thanks," Jeongyeon nodded and went to the car to tell the other girls as you tended to Mina, "it's most likely not broken, probably twisted it, here," you handed her the bag, "it will help with the pain. I'm going to go call JYP, don't move Mina okay."

"Like you care..." She muttered while getting the bag without looking at you.

You were going to say something back, but now was not the time as you started dialing-

"Mina?!" "Mina!"

Seconds though, the other girls paced back inside the home and spotted you and Mina.

"Mina?!" "Are you okay?!" "Is it broken?!"

Were asked as you kept your attention to your phone as the girls tried to huddle around Mina as you moved up the stairs for them to be around her as best as they could with the stairs being a small space.

"Sir...I'm sorry but Mina had an incident...twisted her foot on the stairs...not broken I don't think, she can move just a bit...yeah we have her on ice, she's sitting there...okay, twenty mins...okay, thanks sir, Mina, JYP wants to talk to you." You handed her the phone as she pressed it.

"Producer-nim...I'm okay, it's not hurting as much now...I took a misstep down the stairs in a hurry...I don't think you need to send the doctor...okay...gomen." Mina took the phone from her ear and hung up and handed you back the phone.

"Okay, so plans are still the same, you eight are going as the boss is sending someone else to drive."

"What about Mina?" Chaeyoung asked.

"I'm staying to take care of her while you eight head on towards the fan greet. We'll meet you there shortly if she's okay, but most likely she'll miss the event."

All eight seemed unsure about this as they didn't want to leave Mina behind.

"It's okay girls, I'm okay." Mina assured them as the eight looked at one another for an answer before their leader spoke up for them.

"Okay, just rest Mina okay," Jihyo instructed and she nodded.

"Alright, your ride's in twenty minutes, so hang around in the meantime. Mina you want to go to your room?" You asked as you offered Mina a hand.

"I'll sit here for a bit longer." She refused as you nodded.

"Alright, well, guess we wait then." You stated as the girls decided to sit on the stairs to wait as you sat a few steps above Mina.

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TIMESKIP

16 Mins Later

The extra vehicle came early and you said your goodbyes to the other members, only Sana remained behind as she gave a longing hug, wishing Mina to be okay, who was still on the stairs.

"I'll be fine Sana, don't worry."

Sana nodded.

"And be nice to (YN)." Sana whispered in her ear as Mina looked at her going away from her, "take care of her (YN)."

"I will, you be safe Sana."

"Arigato (YN)," Sana waved you and Mina off as she was the last girl to leave and she closed the door behind.

SHUT

"Alright," you turned to Mina, "Mina you-hey!"

Mina was attempting to stand up, holding onto the rails.

"Woah Mina!" She didn't stop moving as she placed her injured foot on the step as you got on her side, "Mina you should not be forcing this."

"I'm fine. I'm heading to my room."

"Okay well let me-" You rose your arm to be under Mina's other arm and-

"Stop." She instructed.

"Mina I'm trying to help you!"

"I said I can-"

"No!" Mina turned to your glare, "stop being stupid and let me help you up the stairs!"

"...whatever."

"Thank you, here, lean on me okay?" You instructed as Mina nodded and placed her arm over you as she lifted her injured foot, "okay, one foot at a time...sorry." you realized it wasn't a good time to joke as Mina glared.

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It didn't take long before Mina sat on her bed with you standing near her.

"Good, okay, just lie down and rest okay. Need anything?" You asked.

"No, you can go." She asked of you.

"..."

"I said you can go." She repeated as you shook your head.

"Mina, enough's enough, you've been giving me a cold shoulder since I got here."

"I wonder why..." Mina sarcastically said as you rolled your eyes.

"Mina that was years ago."

"And what about now? You keep on doing stupid pranks to me."

"It's called being loose and fun Mina. What happened to the old Mina who would prank me back?"

"She grew up unlike you who is immature!"

"Immature? Really Mina? I thought you girls were always in fun mode? Weren't you in a penguin onesie before?"

"...just get out (YN)."

"Mina-"

"Just go."

Seeing as how she was holding a cold grudge.

"Fine," you proceeded to the door, "...oh and for the record," Mina turned to you at the door, "I do care about you. Don't make assumptions like that."

SHUT

Mina stared at the door for a few seconds before her eyes wandered to the floor.

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TIMESKIP

After half an hour, you checked on Mina and she said she asked to go to the fanmeet, her foot feeling fine as you wanted her to stay and rest, but she refused to do that as she wanted to join the others.

She promised that she was feeling fine and while you were hesitant, you didn't want her to get more mad than she already is.

You pulled the car up and waited near the entrance door for her.

She came out of her room and she was all dressed up.

You got to admit, these girls knew how to get ready.

However, it wasn't a pleasant ride...

"This is ridiculous?" Mina complained to you while she was in the back seat.

"This is why leave early to beat the traffic."

You both were stuck in the middle of the streets.

The morning traffic was making you both stop in the middle of the street with cars all around.

"Can't you just take another route?"

"This is the fastest route...well it was."

"And there's no other route?"

"Umm...let me check. Meanwhile, can you call the others and tell them we'll be late."

She did as you asked and took out her phone.

You took your phone out as well since you weren't going anywhere, and searched for alternative routes.

You weren't so lucky as you heard Mina talking with her members.

You then found a route that was going to make you take the next right out. But the problem was is that you didn't know this route.

It was out of place but you didn't have any choice.

'Well she did say take another route.'

As the turn was coming you quickly turned to the right and you went off down the street with your car being the only one there.

Mina looked around as she noticed the car going faster.

"Finally."

"Yup just sit back and enjoy. What did they say."

"They'll stall for me."

You nodded and drove off into the distance.

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You were driving down the highway and you were getting worried. It was longer than it seemed and you didn't see any cars around.

"Where are we?"

"Some highway."

"Are we lost?"

"No, not really."

"Well there are no cars or buildings around so I believe we ar-...why are we slowing down?" Mina asked.

The car was indeed slowing down as you saw the speed going down to zero and then...

"Shoot. The engine." You noticed it started to smoke as you halted the vehicle, "damn..."

"Great, just great..."

The car was now completely stopped and you unbuckled your belt.

"Okay, it's fine we'll cal- CLICK-Mina?"

Mina suddenly got out of the car and started walking where you came from as you groaned.

"Mina!" You got out of the car and yelled out to her. "Mina! What are you doing?!" You paced towards her.

"Walking."

"Don't be dumb Mina, you're foot isn't even a hundred percent!" You caught up to her, "just get back to the car."

"And be stuck here with you." She stopped and turned to you.

"Am I really that much of an asshole to you Mina?"

"..."

"You can think of whatever you want of me. But your care is my priority. Now get back to the car and let me call JYP."

You weren't fooling around as your sudden change caused Mina to think of what Sana said about being serious.

Even back then you never sounded like that.

Mina stared at you for a few seconds before she slowly walked back with you at her side as you pulled your phone and started dialing while Mina leaned against the car.

"Hello sir...yeah she's okay...we're stranded...yeah the car's engine broke down, I'm sorry sir...yeah, we're on highway (##)...okay thanks...and I apologize once again...okay thanks..." you hung up, "he's getting someone over here, but it'll take about an hour."

"What?!"

"Mina calm down."

"Calm down? (YN) we're stuck here in the middle of nowhere and with you no less."

"Would you stop saying that Mina!?"

"No." You scoffed.

"...Fine, I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Are you kidding me!? Yesterday you put the powder in my dryer. I spend almost an hour getting the stuff off. I don't understand why you even still do those childish things."

"...just get in the car." You turned to open-

SLAM

"Oh no!" Mina then grasped your hand from opening the door, "I need to know, why me?! Even back in school, why me!?"

You looked away.

"Answer me!"

"I don't know why Mina!" You yelled at her.

"You don't know?! You think I'm stupid (YN)?!"

"No, I-"

"Then why!?"

"..."

Getting no answer pushed Mina hard.

"Okay (YN), I had it! I had it up to here with you. You're just a piece of...of-"

"Of what? Go on say it!" You were tempting her.

"Of shit! (YN) you're an obnoxious, lazy, bad-mannered, piece of shit!"

Mina was letting pent-up emotions loose.

"Oh, there it is! I hope you realize Mina that this piece of shit is doing everything I can to make you girls happy and safe!"

"Happy!? You're doing just the opposite!"

"Because of some stupid powder?!"

You both just started yelling over each other's sentences, not hearing one another.

You both were right at each other's faces spouting words that each one just shouted in each other faces, mostly insults.

"You never should have been hired!" "And you need to learn how to get over it!"

You both just stopped yelling at that moment because you both realize how close your faces were, noses were almost touching noses.

You stared into her soft eyes as she stared into yours.

Then out of nowhere, you pushed yourself forward and kissed her, Mina's eyes widened...but returned the kiss immediately.

Both of you were in a sloppily making out in a heated session.

Your arms placed around her waist and pushed her against the car, making her back feel the metal, while she placed her arms over your neck to deepen the kiss.

Both then let go and didn't say a word as Mina was the one to pull you into her and continue kissing again.

During the kiss, you reached out and opened the backseat door.

=====================SMUT TIME=========================

You rushed inside the back car seats with Mina following quickly. As soon as she closed the door, she jumped onto you and made out with you again.

Then you bit sat up. She straddled you while you sat up. While still making out with her holding onto your face and you to her waist.

You then lifted up her blouse and pulled it over her head, revealing the dark purple bra she had on.

You then went back to kissing her and attempted to unclip her bra, but couldn't. Mina then did it herself and while making out with you, she threw the bra in the front seats.

You wasted no time and you grabbed as much as you could from them. You continued to circle her tits as they grew hard from your touch as she moaned from the pleasuring feeling. Mina felt you rub her breasts together and as you began to kiss all over them.

Her nipples were now fully erect and hardened thanks to Mina's rising excitement and you took care of that with your fingers and thumbs pinching and tweaking her nipples, resulting in Mina whimpering as you were fondling her tits.

You brought your mouth forward and planted your lips on the erect nipples and began to lick them. Your tongue licked feverishly on them and continued to press them together, sinking his fingers into her breasts.

You twirled your tongue on the orbs of flesh before beginning to suckle them. Mina was in pleasure as you sucked her tits and she even felt your cock hardening under her from the excitement as you worked on Mina's breasts.

Mina then pushed you away and turned her figure around.

She slightly opened the door and looked around before stepping out, revealing her chest to the whole world to see as she started to unbutton her jeans. You then started to do the same with yours and as you slid down your boxers, you saw Mina bending over, removing her panties, showing you her marvelous ass to you, and a small view of her glistening lips.

If you weren't hard already, then the view did the job.

Mina then stepped back inside and threw her jeans and panties to the front seat, but rather than head to head, she shifted her body around, and after a few seconds...

You and Mina were in a sixty-nine position.

You spread the folds apart and looked to see the inside of Mina's womanhood, glistening with her juices.

You smirked at how aroused you had made her before you placed your hands on her ass and brought her lower body closer to your mouth before you started getting into her.

Mina started to moan lustfully and very quickly focused on your erection before gripping it and beginning to stroke you up and down.

Mina began trailing her tongue on it, starting from the bottom and towards the head of your cock. Then she took it in her mouth to suck on it as she twirled her tongue on the top of your cock in circular motions.

Your body shivered as you concentrated on Mina's pussy and licked deep into the inside of it, your tongue tasting her hot entrance.

You then took it up a notch and you teased her clit with your thumb, circling it around and rubbing it in slow patterns.

Mina shivered at your clit playing as she stopped for a moment to feel the great pleasure she was receiving, then she placed her mouth back on your cock, this time taking you as far down her throat as she could go.

As she tried to deep throat you, she used her hot tongue along with your cock with each push inside her.

The pleasure was so good that you began to do small thrusts into her warm mouth, trying to make her take more of you while swaying your tongue inside Mina's warmth.

The couple licked each other's parts and relished in the tastes both were producing.

You brought your hands up and held Mina's soft ass, fondling it as you licked into her folds as she moaned as she shook her ass a bit enticing you more all the while sucking your cock and using her tongue to circle and lick you clean.

The pleasure was too much for each of you that you each didn't bother to warn each other of your upcoming orgasms.

Your lower half started to twitch and your cock started to leak cum into her mouth.

Mina became surprised by the warm welcome and gladly took it in, though she couldn't take it all in and had to release your cock to get some air back as some of your cum came down to the seats.

While that was happening, Mina also came into your mouth as well as you kept licking her pussy.

You suddenly were met with a flood of her liquids as you opened your mouth wide for a welcoming drink. And just like her, you couldn't take it and even had to cough because you literally almost drowned by her.

You leaned your head away and her cum came slowly, trickling down the side of your face and onto the seats under you, but it wasn't long before Mina moved herself up and moved a bit forward with her sitting on your torso and looking right at you.

No words were needed while both understood what's to be and neither didn't care as they needed more.

Mina hovered over and placed her feet on the floor of the car as you sat up and not a moment too seen, Mina straddled you and started to kiss you once more, her hand taking a commanding hold on your rock-hard cock, making you surge in her hand as she put her leg down over you, resting her knee onto the seat beside you.

Grabbing the headrest with her spare hand, she lowered herself down over you without breaking their kisses, thrusting her tongue deep into your mouth once more as she made contact with you, the bulging head of your cock sliding over her dripping pussy as she slipped him between her swollen lips, lining up her target before she dropped down onto you quite swiftly, burying the whole length of your cock deep inside her as she pressed her hips down against yours.

Both of you gasped as your manhood was enveloped in the perfect heat of her pussy, her vagina clenching in around you as she sat down on you and pulled her knees up onto the side beside you, snuggling in close to you as your arm pulled around her back to hold her close.

Mina broke away from you and allowed your hand round her waist to arch her back, tilting her head back to sigh with pleasure as a squeeze of her pussy induced a throb of your cock, pressing her chest forward to you even as your other hand continued to squeeze hard at her rack.

Mina started to thrust her hips into you, rocking her tight pussy on your cock; the limited movement did little to slow them down as you slid forward a bit on the seat to give her more space to ride you, something she eagerly took in order to slide a couple more inches of your thick cock in and out of her dripping pussy.

It didn't matter who the other was: idol, manager, enemies; the sensation of you so deep inside her was just blissful, stroking sensitive areas within and stimulating the head of your cock perfectly, your hips pushing up to meet her grinds onto you.

As she got into the rhythm your hand left her back and with both you grabbed the front of her dress, yanking it swiftly down to expose her beautifully enticing tits with their natural shape and puffy nipples, just encouraging you to indulge yourself as they jiggled with her accelerating ride.

He buried his face in her breasts as she bounced up and down on him vigorously, needing this fuck as much as him now, driving him rapidly in and out of her clenching pussy as he kissed at her boobs, his hands now pushing up underneath them to squeeze and grope them, feeling the firmness and impressive weight of them, letting his thumbs circle out to flick over and around her stiff, sensitive nipples.

They rocked together in ecstasy as you squeeze her boobs together, kissing down her sternum and then biting carefully at the softness on either side as Mina rolled her hips to stimulate herself more, giving a distinct shudder as a little tremor of pre-orgasmic pleasure rippled through her.

"Bite them, bite them!" she gasped, gritting her teeth as she shoved her pelvis down into you with more energy, getting up on top of you a bit more to drive you towards her G-spot and much-desired orgasm.

You could feel her thighs rubbing sensually against you as her deliciously snug pussy squeezed, gripped, and sucked at your cock, taking you towards an imminent orgasm.

Your teeth dragged over the soft skin of her breasts to her nipples, closing down on the stiff point to give a threatening pull over it before you nipped at it firmly, making her jolt on top of you with a grunting gasp, shuddering ever closer to her orgasm as you took the green light to continue your assault on her chest with a firm grope and bites between them.

As your teeth nipped and dragged at her, pulling at her nipples, she pulled her hand behind your head as her other grabbed your shoulder, digging her nails into you to anchor herself as she thumped herself down hard to bury every last millimeter of your cock inside her that she could through her hard, sharp breathing.

"Ohh fuck," she growled through gritted teeth as she felt her climax building swiftly from her intense workout on your cock, finding further reserves to slam herself onto you faster and harder, shoving her hand into your hair and yanking you away from her chest to kiss you passionately, so hungry for everything you could give her as she shoved her tongue into your mouth.

Your hands released her chest to let them bounce freely with her motions and grabbed dominantly at her hips, driving her down as hard as possible.

Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, the combined force of her own effort and your hands drove her deeper and harder than she'd ever gotten with her toys, sending another bolt of sensation through her soul as your cock pressed her just a little more at the same moment that you bit her tongue.

Mina rode you furiously as your hands slid to her ass and lower back to just guide her rhythm, knowing you were as close as her as she felt you twitching and stiffening a little more inside her as they made out, tongues twisting and battling.

Mina broke first, feeling the wave of flow up from deep inside her, tingling up her spine as she came hard, breaking away from you to scream out her pleasure to the car as she continued to pump herself down as hard as possible to sustain it.

The trembles of her body and squeezes of her hot pussy on your cock were all it took and just a few seconds of Mina climaxing on top of you was enough to send yourself over the edge, feeling your own peak rush upon you with the hardening of your erection inside the idol.

Mina then yelped in your mouth as she was brought onto her back and onto the seats, feeling the liquid of your cum from their earlier position and you kept on pumping into her as Mina held onto you, feeling your hips bump into hers at a pace to pleasurable to take.

You placed your right leg onto the floor of the car, giving a half doggy, half missionary type of thrust as you wasted no time in this as with grasping Mina's petite waist and fucked her long and hard.

Mina stopped the kiss and turned her head as she took you hard, her eyes were clenched shut and...

"Oh (YN)! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhh!"

You could hear her groaning and screaming as the pleasure was too much for her in this style, her mouth wide opened gasping at the pounding and her tongue hanging out.

"F-fuck...god...I'm close!"

"N-not in! O-o-out!"

"I-I know!"

You pulled out immediately and started to play with yourself over her torso, feeling quite disappointed that you couldn't finish off with the fucking of a lifetime.

You managed to hold out for a few seconds before you came hard with a loud, primal growl of pleasure before you felt the powerful jolt you gave as you ejaculated your first burst.

You groaned and leaned your head back as some bursts went through your cock again, this time you targeted it all over Mina's torso, splatters of your cum landed onto her and Mina observed your sperm landing on her tummy.

After you finished up and just plopped yourself onto the seats and laid there, gasping for air and looking up at the roof.

Mina then used her remaining energy and turned herself around to lay on top of you. With her chest on yours.

==========SMUT END==========

You both laid there, looking up and Mina looking down at your body.

She then look up at you as you leaned your head down to look at her.

She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything and closed her mouth again.

"Let's just clean up." You stated as it took a few seconds for Mina to agree.

It was difficult, but you were stocked in your car with tissues and towels...you were prepared in your car for messes and clean-ups...you just never thought it was for this.

You left the doors open for the smell to be aired off and you both sat in the passenger and driver's seat since the back seats were getting dry.

Both didn't say a word the whole time till someone from the agency came to pick you two up, both still silent on the way back.

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One Week Later

It's now been a week since that day.

And neither had said anything about it.

You both have been acting differently.

You mostly.

You became more monotone and quieter than usual. Mina was in your head the whole time. No matter what, she was always on your mind.

Lastly, you've been looking at her too. It was weird and you should not behave this way...but you couldn't help it.

The girls noticed you seemed dazed and out of it sometimes and asked if you were okay. You just smiled and nodded saying that work has been stacking upon you, but they didn't need to worry.

Mina however knew what was wrong with you.

She had issues as well, she was more quiet than usual only putting up a facade when they went on a TV program a couple of days back.

You both were being awkward and quiet with each other that even the fooling around has totally stopped.

The other eight members think something is up, but they didn't push it.

Mina however has enough and decided tonight...they were going to talk about this.

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You were currently filing papers and signing forms out. You gave a slight yawn and looked at the clock.

12:04 AM

It was now past midnight. You decided to get some sleep and as you stood from your desk chair...

KNOCK KNOCK

You looked at the door confused.

'What the-whose up this late.' You then went towards the door, but you didn't open it.

"Who is it?" You asked out.

"Mina." You heard.

You slightly widened your eyes and opened the door to reveal her in her sleeping wear.

"Hi"

"Hey," She said then she walked into the room and sat on your bed with you having a guess on why she was here.

"We need to talk," Mina said.

You were right.

"Yeah...we do."

You then sat on the bed next to her.

"(YN)...what happened back there?"

"Honestly...I don't know. We were arguing, then we just did it."

"It was also wrong of us. Especially since it was with you." Mina said.

What she said hit you hard and you looked down.

Mina noticed this and quickly tried to fix what she meant.

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that (YN). What I me-"

"You're right to feel that way, Mina. I was such an asshole to you."

"No (YN) what I mean is th-"

"I'm leaving."

Mina suddenly stopped talking.

"L-leaving? W-why?"

You took one big breath in and out and looked at her.

"Because...I have feelings for you." Mina's eyes slowly widened. "And no, not because we did 'it'. It was way before, ever since our school days. When I first you, well I didn't know what to do. We were in elementary and had stupid child mind just started to goof of with you. Then came middle school and nothing's changed, but high school, I figured I really liked you."

"..."

"I was just so nervous that if I told you that, you would quickly deny them and ignore me. I mean we didn't have a good relationship after all. I know it's stupid, but messing around with you was the only way to be near you without making everything awkward."

"..."

"And when you left to join Sixteen...I hated it. I hated that I didn't get to see you anymore for a bit. I hated that I wasn't able to be around you anymore. Then I thought maybe she'll lose, but like that's ever going to happen. Then you won and when I heard that you were going to stay in Seoul...I never lost my feelings for you, not a single day.

Mina kept her posture, but she was feeling crazy of you keeping it for so long.

"Even years passing and I still...sad I know, but I couldn't let you go, I wanted to contact you somehow, but...then, a miracle, when JYPE was looking for a manager for his company, I didn't know it was you personally, but to my luck, it was you. That's why I accepted this job. And all those feelings came pouring back into me. That's why even now...I mess around with you because I wanted to be close to you. Like back in the day."

Mina then remembered what you said back on the highway.

You didn't say anything and knew that you didn't want to tell her back then.

"But that's no excuse for how I behaved towards you. I should have just talked to you or something, but I know that you would never return my feelings because of it. I know it's too late, but I am so sorry Mina. I am sorry for making your life a living hell." You then looked down, "that's why I'm leaving. So that you won't have to deal with me anymore."

...

Mina stood up and stood in front of you.

All you saw was her sock-covered feet.

"(YN)...look at me."

As you motioned your head to her...

SLAP

...your head jolted to the right fast.

You used your left hand to rub the sting from the slap that Mina just gave you. You then looked at her.

Her face had a look of anger...but her eyes were with tears and sadness.

"You're a dumbass you know that. Yes, you were a jerk. Yes, you did mess with me a lot." Mina then softly put her hand over your hand that was rubbing your cheek.

"But you're not that anymore (YN). You were only here for a month and a half. But during that time. You were there for us."

Her tone shifted.

"You took care of us really well. You made sure we were fed, you made sure we were safe during our performances and TV programs. And the past two weeks when you stopped your jokes, you were a fun guy to be around. Even when I hurt my ankle before the drive, you instantly went and took care of me. And that was before what we did. Jokes aside. You've grown into this mature, responsible and caring guy. Your little apology proves that. And...I'm sorry (YN)...I don't have those feelings for you that you have for me."

You nodded.

You couldn't blame her.

...

Suddenly, she got on top of you.

She maneuvered her arms under yours and wrapped them around your torso. Her legs bent to a sitting position on your lap as her knees touched your waist and her head was on your shoulder.

"But please...don't leave...I know what I said, but I don't want you to leave. Everyone will miss you...including me."

You immediately returned the hug.

"Then, I won't leave. I won't leave." You said to try to calm her down as you patted her back.

A couple of minutes later and she didn't move or said a word.

Then...

"You promise." She said through your shoulder.

"Yes Mina, I promise. I'm sorry."

She nodded through your shoulder then she pulled away, but still having a hold on your shoulders.

"Okay...and (YN)...about us-"

"I'll push my feelings back, don't worry." You answered for her.

"No...it's just...I want time to think of mine's for you."

You were surprised.

"I know I said I said I don't have the same feelings, but...there's something there. I don't what it is, but-"

"Mina, it's okay, take all the time you need. And when you have an answer, I'll be here to listen. Good or bad. And I promise from here on out, I'll be there for you Mina, and not because I'm your manager. I don't care where or when or why. If you need me for anything...anything. I'll be there."

Mina smiled at your declaration and nodded.

"Okay (YN)...thank you."

You nodded back and Mina stood up from you and went towards the door. She opened it and looked back.

"Goodnight (YN)."

"Goodnight Mina."

She then went out the door and closed it behind her.

You just sat in your bed and laid back, looking up at the ceiling.

You closed your eyes and smiled.

"...so there's still a chance." You whispered to yourself.

And from there on, you promised to be a better man.

For Mina.

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TIMESKIP

ONE MONTH

It's been a month since the confession and Mina hasn't talked to you yet.

But you were patient. You didn't want to stress her out or force an answer out of her.

True to your word, you were there for her whenever she needed her as well as the others, but Mina was your priority #1.

She really appreciated that you were supporting and aiding her instead of doing those pranks.

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Right now the label company was driving you crazy.

Do this, go there, meet this person/people, and have the girls prepared and bla-bla-bl .

The whole last week had been intense with JYP announced a worldwide promotional tour for TWICE for their third anniversary and it was taking over your life.

You were in charge of them, booking flights, booking hotels, preparing staff, and security on site. Honestly, you didn't expect it to get this complicated. Sure it was a worldwide tour, but this was crazy.

He didn't even discuss this with you, as you just agreed to do it and it caused a couple of issue for you...

One, you were sleep deprived, that past three days you've slept for three maybe fours hours at most. It was rough and killing you, but the thought to give the girls, especially Mina, the time of their lives, was keeping you going.

Two, you didn't get to hang out with the girls as much as possible, sure they practiced their dancing, but they got those moves locked down and you spend the past week working and working.

Right now the first stop was Tokyo, Japan. It wasn't that bad to book the requisites there, but it didn't help that you were staying there for one day and moving on the next to work out the requisites in the Philippines.

You all got out of the plane and after taking photos and resting at the hotel, all went straight to the venue.

It was a bit of stress-out moment for you since you went around and arranged everything to be set in place.

Everyone knew to follow your orders since their boss told them that you were the boss of the place for now. You even had a translator follow you around telling you what each person should do.

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Right now the girls were performing Cheer Up. The crowd was loving it as they sang along with the lyrics.

Everything was going according to plan too, the costumes, the makeup, security.

You were backstage on the left side of the girls watching intently at them.

Suddenly you held your head as the performance was happening.

"You okay?" Your translator asked you.

"Yeah, just...a headache." You said holding your head with one hand now.

"Do you need a seat or water?"

"No no, but thank you." You said as he nodded.

"I'm going to take a walk around. You can stay here. I just need to check up on some stuff." He nodded and you left.

While you didn't want to, you walked away from the view and proceeded to walk towards the break room where the private break room where Twice was supposed to be after their performance.

You walked at a slow pace as you passed corners and people. Someone once again asked if you were okay, but you quickly told them that you were okay.

You made it to the break room and you opened and went inside.

You saw a couple of couches and weakly smiled at the thought of sleeping on them; closing the door behind and walked and suddenly your vision is fading as the room seems to get blurry.

You felt your body go numb and...

THUMP

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Mina's POV

"I'm like TT!!!...just like TT!!! Tell me that you'll be my baby!!!"

Once we finished TT, the whole crowd burst into applause as the girls and I bowed and thank each of them.

"Thank you...thank you..." That was all we were saying as I waved to each section of the audience. Then I looked over at the side to see (YN)...only he wasn't there.

I was wondering where he went, but maybe he had to go to the bathroom.

I went back to waving at the fans after Jihyo nudged me by the stomach, to signal me to continue applauding.

"Alright, we're going to be taking a short break. Don't worry we'll be back and you all better cheer even louder, RIGHT!" Nayeon yelled out as the audience reacted to her as we went backstage.

"Where's (YN)?" Sana asked.

"Oh, he said that he went for a walk somewhere to check up on something." We heard his translator say to us as we approached him.

"Did he say where?" I asked.

"No sorry."

"Alright thank you," I answered as we left.

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The nine of us walked down the corridor to our break room, we also kept a lookout for (YN).

"Probably had to go fix something, you know how he is," Dahyun said.

"He should take a break though, he's been working hard lately," Chaeyoung spoke up.

"I know, he looks really tired, have you seen his eyes?" I said out.

"Yeah, he's starting to get bags under them," Momo added.

"Well I think he's stressing out about this whole trip, I mean (YN) is making it all this possible because of his hard work."

It's true, lately, Mina noticed that haven't been yourself as the girls were observing, most times you were just up in your room rather than hanging out with them and whenever they did saw you like during dinner or driving their summer, you would be quiet or be on your phone texting.

"Well sounds like he needs rest and we'll force him if we have to," Jihyo said as everyone nodded.

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I was in the front of the line chatting with Jihyo as we got near our room, along the way, staff was bowing to us as we slightly bowed backing thanking them.

As I placed my hand on the doorknob, I opened it and my smile fell instantly.

My breath hinged at the sight...(YN) was lying on the floor; not regular or peaceful like...his body was face down as his arms were spread out.

I was pushed a bit by Jihyo who approached his body. I heard screams from the girls behind me and I immediately followed Jihyo and kneeled right next to his face.

We rolled him over and Jihyo and I were trying to wake him up by yelling at him.

"(YN)...(YN) wake up!" I yelled along with Jihyo...

...but nothing was working.

"Sana! Get medical! NOW!" Jihyo yelled out as Sana along with Momo rushed out of the room.

"He's still breathing, but barely," Jihyo said as she put a finger under his nose.

I was panicking, my breath was getting rapid and in short bursts.

I looked around for anything, anything that might help, I looked to see the other members.

Chae was holding onto Nayeon as she couldn't bear to look at the sight, each crying.

Jeongyeon looked stunned as she stood there with her mouth opened and staring at (YN)'s body.

Dahyun looked like me with her breathing became erratic as well, she was also wobbly.

"Jeong grab Dahyun! I think she's going to faint!" Jihyo yelled out.

Jeongyeon snapped out of her state and saw Dahyun wobbly as well and proceed to grab her and hold her with her arms around her, but Dahyun turned and placed her head in Jeongyeon's chest as she couldn't see this anymore.

I turned my attention back to (YN).

I felt tears coming down my cheeks right now, but I didn't care.

"(YN) wake up please...please..." I was frantically yelling and shaking his head.

"Mina calm down and let him go." I heard Jihyo, but I didn't listen.

"(YN), no no no, please...I still haven't answered you...please wake up!"

I didn't know what I was saying...my mind was going crazy.

"Mina!"

"Shut up Jihyo!"

Jihyo was shocked, but I didn't care as I continued to cry and yell out his name.

"In here!"

We all heard Sana's voice and turned our attention to the door where two men came in, one holding a bag with a red cross, and told us to move.

Jihyo and I did as asked as the men crouched where we were, on either side of (YN)'s head.

"Pulse is there...I think he just...yeah don't worry, he just fainted, but he's heated up, can someone get some cold water." One of them said.

As soon as I heard, I quickly went to the fridge in the break room and grabbed ice-cold water bottle, and handed it to him. He then grabbed a cloth from his bag and poured the water into it.

He then placed it on (YN)'s forehead while the other was loosening his belt and shirt collar.

I looked around and saw the other girls just huddled together as they were witnessing the whole scene. I looked back at (YN), praying that he'll be okay.

...

"...m..mmm..mmhm"

I saw (YN)'s head move slightly and then his eyes were opening slowly as he moved a bit around.

I was now crying tears of joy of seeing him awake. I wanted to go and hug him, but he needed the space right now.

He tried sitting up.

"Sir slowly and stay still. How are you feeling?" One of the medical asked him as they set him up.

(YN) was breathing shallow as his eyes were half-closed.

"Wh-what happened?" He asked as he grabbed his head.

"You fainted." One of them answered.

"I fai-" He stopped talking and looked confused.

"Do you have headaches?" He nodded. "Blurry Vision?" He nodded as well.

"Well it means you aren't taking care of your body...are you not getting enough sleep or something of the sort?"

"I haven't been sleeping." I heard him say.

"When was the last time?"

"Maybe three fours hours the past three days."

I gasped at the news and the others were shocked as well.

"Well, there's your issue. Just sit here, we'll take you to medical. You need someone to keep an eye on you."

"Can you just give us a minute?" He asked the staff.

"Sure, but just for a bit. We'll be outside." And so the two left.

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At this point, (YN) was sitting on the floor, drinking water with fans pointed towards him. Jihyo had the damp towel onto (YN)'s forehead.

"Sorry, everyone." We heard him.

I approached him and looked into his eyes.

"I knew it, you haven't been sleeping."

He shook his head.

"Barely, the work for this tour was something else, didn't expect it to be...challenging, I stayed up all night the past days."

"That's why you fainted stupid. Your body is telling you to rest." Nayeon said from behind me.

"And you didn't bother telling us nor Producer-san?" Jihyo said.

"I didn't want to stress you girls out with my issues nor Mr. JYP. The tour is huge for you girls and I wanted it to be perfect for each of you."

"Forget the tour (YN). You're more important." Sana said as she sat next to him.

He looked right at her and then at all the others who nodded as he passed each one.

He then looked at me, I nodded slowly as well.

But then he shook his head.

"Thank you...but we can't forget the tour, I'll be fine. I promise I'll lay back and relax for a bit."

I wanted to believe him, but something tells me that he wouldn't.

"Hey," We all looked at Momo. "We have four minutes left for ourconcert," Jihyo stated as we all looked at each other.

"What do we do?" I asked. "We can't just leave (YN)," I saw some nods.

"You still got to perform girls." We all heard (YN) say.

"But-"

"No, don't stop because of me...I'll be fine in medical. You can bring those two back in."

"Seriously, I'll be okay...and good luck girls."

Sana went out and called the two back in.

They brought him up and used themselves as support for (YN) to walk.

Just before he left the door, he put a peace sign out before he left us.

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Now it was just us in the break room.

The silence was in the room as no words were being exchanged.

I looked around and saw the maknae line hugging themselves, Chae was hugging her legs as she brought them up to her torso, Tzuyu and Dahyun were on each side of her.

Jeongyeon was sitting on the end of the couch as she had her arm placed on the couch arm supporting her head as Nayeon was hugging a pillow.

I had a blanket wrapped around me and saw Sana who did it.

I was brought with her towards Momo, the three of us huddled together on the couch as we waited for the time to pass.

I couldn't help but stare at the spot where (YN) was...

"Okay," We all heard and looked at Jihyo who stood up in front of all of us. "It's time to go."

No one stood up.

"Girls...I know what happened was tough and scary, but you heard what (YN) said. We have to perform...to our best." She said, she a smile, but we all knew it was a fake.

Nayeon was the first to stand up, followed by Jeongyeon, the maknae line, and then the three of us as I stood up and followed last, it was clear that no one was wanting to do this...not even Jihyo, but we had to perform.

But I stopped moving when I was about a foot away from where (YN) was laying and stood there; the image of him just not moving...

"Mina?"

I heard and looked at the door, where all the members were looking back at me.

"...I can't go on Jihyo."

"Mina we have to-"

"I DON'T CARE!" I just yelled out.

Jihyo was taken aback and I look to see my friend's faces with the most shocked looks I've seen on them.

I got my sense back and looked down.

"I can't..." Was I mumbled and then turned around and headed towards the couch.

I just sat on it and placed my head into my hands.

"...Girls, can you give us a couple of minutes?" I heard Jihyo ask the others.

I didn't hear anything else, but the sounds of their shoes leaving and a door closing. Then I heard Jihyo approaching me.

I felt her sitting next to me. I looked up to see JIhyo looking right at me.

"I'm sorry...I just see his body and...I...he wasn't waking up and I thought he was..." I stopped talking as a tear ran down my cheek, I can't even count how many times I cried in a span of 15 minutes. I felt an arm around me as Jihyo comforted me.

"Mina...you're taking this really hard, more than any of us...is something going on?" She said with her mother-like tone.

Well nothing gets past her does it?

I contemplated telling her about (YN) and I...I mean I can't imagine what she'll say or do once she knows...but I really don't see or can't think of anything around it.

"..."

"Mina?"

With a sigh, I looked towards my leader. I saw that she wasn't mad at my outburst at her, her eyes were filled with concern.

That's Jihyo for you.

I licked my lips.

"Jihyo...(YN)...has feelings for me."

I see Jihyo's eyes widen at the revelation.

"It was about a month ago when he confessed."

"I figured he had a slight crush on you, but love...what did he say."

I didn't tell Jihyo the whole truth, especially about what we did. But I proceeded to tell her our conversation, not word for word, but enough to fill her in.

"No wonder he stopped with his pranks...and he's been more supportive of you than ever."

"You should have been there Jihyo...he was hurt...I could tell."

"That's why you said 'I haven't answered you yet' back there?" Jihyo asked.

I nodded.

"And...what is it?"

"...I don't know..." That was all I muttered as I looked forward.

"Listen, Mina, you're probably just confused by all this. I mean from what you told me, he wasn't the best person back in your past, but I don't see that in him now. Now he's just here for all of us. But you feel something for him Mina, your outburst just proves that...I've never seen you raise your voice like that in our past three years and the way you were crying for him, it shows that you care for him a lot." She reasoned as I sighed.

"It's just, I hated him a lot back in the day and now..." I said.

"So you do feel something?" I shrugged.

"I don't know if it's just because he's our manager or something like-"

"Love?" Jihyo finished my sentence.

"...Maybe. I just never had feelings for anyone. I mean I love my parents and you girls, but what I have for (YN) is different from that...it's so confusing."

"It's like our single 'What is Love' Mina. No one really gets it. It's complex and different for everyone...but it sounds like (YN) figured his out. And I think you do as well."

"It's just...wrong isn't it...he's our manager."

"Who cares?"

I widened my eyes and looked at Jihyo like she swore or something.

"Yes...Producer-san is going to have a really hard time with this and our fans, once word gets out, are going to be ballistic on you and him. But none of that should matter."

"If he makes you happy Mina...then that's all that matters."

I just looked down and took in her words.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's fine Mina."

"Thank you though Jihyo, I needed this talk."

She nodded and we both left towards the door and met up with the girls as we all walked down the corridor straight to the loud audience.

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TIMESKIP

You were in a hotel room, that was booked until tomorrow morning, for the next plane to depart to the next country.

It's been three hours since the concert ended.

The members were all also in their rooms across the hall from you in three separate rooms, each was tired from the performance today.

You couldn't blame them, it was song after song until they finished with their new 'Yes or Yes' single.

You were watching them through a mini TV they had in medical where the girls were performing,

You were watching them as well, but you can tell they weren't all there.

When they did close-up shots of each girl, they were smiling, but you were with them long enough to know that they were faking it, plus they didn't have the same energy as they did the first half.

You knew the reason and you hated that you were it caused them to worry about you.

You were instructed not to do anything too severe and actually get the minimum sleep time. Right now you were on your bed lying down and watching some TV.

KNOCK KNOCK

You looked at the door and then the clock, it was 9:23 PM.

"Hang on." You said as you stood off your bed and went towards the door.

It couldn't be a staff member since there was a do not disturb sign. You figured it was one of the members... and you had an inkling of who it might be.

You looked through the peephole and you were right.

You opened the door and Mina was wearing her PJs.

"Mina? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"..."

She remained quiet.

"Mina?"

She looked straight at her feet.

"...you want to come in?" You asked her as you sidestepped out of the way for her to walk in and headed towards the bed, sitting on it as you closed the door.

SHUT

"I have my answer." She said suddenly.

"Answ-" Your eyes widened, "Y-yeah?"

She nodded with you sitting next to her.

You were prepared for whatever she had to say, good or bad, you were ready whenever the time came.

"I talked to Jihyo." Now that got you off guard. "I told her about your confession." She stated as you gulped.

"Not everything hopefully?" You joked as Mina gave a small chuckle.

"Course not. Just that you confessed to me. She helped me in my decision." She turned to you, "(YN), since you told me, I haven't stopped thinking about it. Honest it's been on my mind and non stop thinking. I kept going back and forth."

Your body sort of chilled at her saying that.

"And I'm sorry for making you wait for a while, but I couldn't make up my mind. But after today...when I saw you there...my heart stopped and my mind was just trapped at the through that you were...you were..."

She stopped as you rubbed her shoulder up and down, signaling her that you were okay.

"...And after that moment, I realized it scared me to death that if something had happened to you...something serious...I don't think I couldn't move on if something were to happen. You mean too much to me (YN). I know our history isn't exactly...steady, but...I do care about you, a lot, but, I don't love you."

You nodded.

"But...I am willing to work us out."

A smile crept on you.

"Y-yeah?"

"Yeah, you do pranks on me, but I held that grudge on you after all these years and that clouded me from really seeing who you are now. A side that's mature, responsible, kind and overall...a great person...especially after we did 'that' when you weren't the fooling around type of person. So yes (YN), I would like us to work something out. I do care about you too and...well yeah." Mina didn't know how to top it off as you took a breath in. "Just promise me two things (YN)." You nodded.

"Never and I mean never scare me like that again." She was serious.

You softly gazed at her.

"It's like I said before Mina, I promised from there on out, I'll be there for you. So you don't have to worry about me leaving you or any of the others. I intend to keep that promise till the end of mine or your career and even after that. You said to her softly as she nodded, "And the other."

"No more pranks. I'm serious about that too."

"You go it Mina, I'll stop." Mina smiled, "I can still do it on Chae and Dahyun right?" You asked quickly as Mina had a soft laugh escape from her.

"Hehe~, yes, yes you can."

"Nice." You smiled as you Mina rolled her eyes, but smiled at you as you both stared at one another, "thank you for giving me a chance."

She then cut the tension by lifting your arm off her and thinking she was leaving, you were surprised when she straddled you as she placed her knees on your sides, trapping you there.

She grabbed ahold of your face and pressed herself forward and kissed you.

It wasn't like last time in the car when it was all rough; this was sweet and soft as you returned the kiss as you placed your hands on her hips as you both just kissed away.

She pulled away after a few seconds and you opened your eyes to meet hers.

"And thank you for changing (YN)." She said looking right into your eyes.

You lunged forward and connected your lips against hers again, kissing her passionately and wrapping both her legs and arms around your body, curling herself against you as your hands to circle her, one hand right above her butt to draw her closer, the other behind her head as both kissed.

Mina stopped and you realized what it was...you were getting a bit excited.

"S-sorry." You said.

Mina didn't respond with words as she attempted to pull your shirt up.

'Guess I ain't getting sleep for a bit, but who cares.'

She resumed her action as she leaned back and pulled off your shirt, revealing the lean body that you took care of; no muscular type or a six-pack, but Mina didn't care.

She smiled and ran her hands over your chest and stopped and decided to follow suit.

She stepped off you and began to strip down as you removed your sweats and your boxers, feeling the chill air on your growing member.

Mina was left with her slender, well-endowed figure exposed and you smiled at Mina's curvy body and your lower body had another reason to have its very own reaction.

Once both were both naked, you stayed sitting on the edge of the bed while you looked at Mina whose expression changed from her sweet and innocent to a lustful look at the way she stared hungrily at your erection.

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Mina then re-straddled you, with your cock behind her, just teasing her ass crack, and she grabbed the back of your head and pushed you against her chest.

You smiled at your face was enclosed in Mina's cleavage before you licked in between and began planting kisses on her breasts while your hands groped Mina's plump rear.

She smiled and purred at this as your lips pecked at her breasts before you began tracing her nipples with your tongue.

Her breasts became excited and aroused as your tongue glided over her nips before you took her left bud into your mouth and began suckling it.

Mina gasped in pleasure and held your face to her bosom while running her hands through your (color) hair as you rubbed your lips on her hardened nipples.

You teased and kissed her breasts before you snaked your hands up her slender form and cupped her breasts and began groping the mounds.

Your fingers massaged them and buried themselves into the flesh with you taking your mouth off her left breast and switching to the right one.

Mina's body shivered in pleasure at her chest being sucked and she looked back and licked her lips at your erection before she reached back and began pumping it.

You shivered from her soft touch before you pressed her breasts together and began licking both of them.

Mina decided to change it up; she pushed your head out and pushed you down onto the bed.

Mina hungrily licked her lips before climbing on top of your head and straddling your neck, with her folds directly in front of your face and she smirked down at you before shaking the lower half in your face.

Understanding what she wanted, you spread her wet pussy apart to see the pink inside that looked tasty to you, smirking at how aroused you had made her before you began tracing her clit with your tongue while prodding away at her folds with your index finger.

Mina squirmed in pleasure and held onto your head moaning loudly while encouraging you to continue as your tongue traced her folds, proding away at her pussy and Mina moaned exponentially at this and her lust for you was rising.

You thought that she tasted delicious and this only motivated you to keep licking away at her pussy to be able to get deeper in her.

Your tongue flicked from side to side inside her inner walls and Mina continued to loudly moan in pleasure at the sensation she was currently feeling.

She then began to help herself by playing with her clit to help raise her arousal further. This worked well for you as it gave you even more of her wetness to taste and enjoy.

You then took it a step further by removing your fingers from her folds and beginning to snake your hands up her slim, toned stomach all the way up to her breasts and began to squeeze and knead her mounds.

By now Mina's lust was driving her to the brink of insanity as she continued to rub her clit with her right hand while using her left hand to help you caress and tease her breasts.

With your own lust driving you crazy, you practically buried your entire mouth in Mina's womanhood and began to hungrily lick her insides with more passion than before.

This caused Mina to lose any restraint she had left and she arched her back and began screaming your name while her long, slender legs quaked.

Mina let out a loud scream and you understood that this meant she was getting ready to cum at any second.

Eventually, you met her fluids as juices began streaming out of her pussy and into your mouth where you eagerly drank up the sweet nectar of Mina.

Mina huffed with her orgasm going away and lowered her body down to sit on your torso, seeing your face drenched.

"Mina, you taste absolutely amazing." You said while your tongue cleaned around your mouth.

"And you are pretty amazing..." She huffed, getting her second round energy in as you grinned, "but we're not done..."

Mina stated before getting off you as she walked over to the wall in front of you with a seductive sway in her hips and placed her hands on it before looking back and you and winking at you.

You chuckled as you stood up, but instead of to her, you went to the drawers and grabbed your wallet and pulled out a condom, showing it to her as you teared the wrapping.

"You had that the whole time!?" Mina questioned.

"Nope, got it after. Just in case we do it again." You shrugged now placing the condom over your cock.

"You-sigh, never mind, just hurry up!"

"Someone wants me that bad~" You teased as Mina looked towards the wall as you walked over to her glare. "Love you too Minari~"

You didn't see the sudden change of a smile on her as you gripped waist and brushed your cock on her damp pussy a couple of times before entering her.

"Ohh~" "Fuck~"

Mina loudly moaned as she felt you enter her while you groaned at her tightness until you were fully inside of her.

Once she signaled that she had adjusted, you held onto her small waist and began to pump your length into her and Mina moaned as her breasts began to bob from your movements.

Her plump ass was smacked against your crotch while your hips flew forward and your member pounded into her wetness.

Mina's arms began to wobble from the pleasure coursing through her body as you pounded your length into her as yours held onto Mina as she pushed her hips backwards to get more of you in her.

Both you and Mina moaned loudly as they could while they worked their hips together and she looked back at you with lust in her eyes.

You pressed your lips against hers as their tongues rubbed against one another while they kissed and your member flew into Mina's pussy while fucking her.

Sweat started sliding down both bodies and you released your hands from her waist to cup her tits while her upper body reared back and her back met your chest as she brought her hands up to cover your hands as well.

Mina screamed from the pleasure that you were bringing her as every part of her body was coursing with pleasure and lust.

You pulled the kiss away as you pounded into her. You were almost at your orgasm as Mina felt another coming as well.

"A-Almost."

"M-mee...oh...too. Together!"

You kept thrusting into her as she was now screaming and yelling, and you gave one giant thrust, putting as much power into the final before her pussy wrapped around you and your cum erupting from your member, filling the condom up with your cum.

She also came as her orgasm leaked out of her pussy and down the sides of her thighs.

You lifted Mina off your member and allowed her to rest herself against you.

You panted with her before she caught her breath, turned around, and kissed your lips and the two shared a passionate kiss before separating and lovingly nuzzling one another.

"That was amazing (YN)." Mina sighed and you chuckled at her.

"You're talking as if we're done." You said and Mina giggled before she pulled you on top of her.

"Well I can go for one more, remember we still have to leave early tomorrow." She said.

"Let me clean up and get another condom."

So after disposing of the used one and cleaning yourself, you grabbed another one from your wallet and placed it on your member again.

You then sat on the edge of the bed and Mina straddled you as she lowered herself onto you as you sat up guiding her.

They both gasped as she started to ride you again, using slow, powerful thrusts now to work your hard shaft in and out of her snug pussy, both of them tingling at the sensations of going again so soon, almost transmitting them through their kisses as they grew passionate and intense.

Your hands slid from her hair to claw down the top of her back, raking at the smooth skin of her gorgeous body.

Mina's hands had been at his sides but now found their way onto your shoulders, nails curling in for a few moments before she pulled away from you and shoved him back firmly against the bed.

Holding on tightly, she thrust herself down and forward into you, making both of them growl with pleasure as they ground together, Mina grinding her clit against him as she took your full depth inside her.

"Oh (YN)! Oh god this feels so goooood~!"

You didn't say anything as you groaned, just enjoying the sentations as you palmed her breasts the moment she started and moaned as your cock flew inside her once again and you held onto her mounds for the time being.

Mina moaned louder as you started to take action and pump yourself into her and lowered your head to Mina's breasts and started kissing them as you maintained them.

You feverishly licked her breasts as you squeezed, kissed, and fondled the now saliva-coated nipples as Mina's face carried a look of pure ecstasy as she held your head against her breasts as Mina bounced harder on you.

You lifted your face from her tits before smothering your lips against hers as you continued fondling her breasts.

Their tongues reunited as their hips worked against one another and you gripped her nipples before tweaking and pulling them.

Mina's then had her long slender legs wrapped around your waist as you took charge and pounded into her while Mina worked her hips in tune with your thrusts as you pummeled into her wet folds.

As you pounded into Mina's warmth and banged into her, you reached up and cupped Mina's breasts. You couldn't get enough of them as they jiggled and heaved with each thrust.

Mina wanted to return the favor as she began nibbling away at your neck as she concentrated on trying to give you a hickey.

You moaned at the feeling of Mina's lustful gnawing on your neck as she nibbled your neck and licked it between bites, making you shiver in pleasure and Mina chuckled at this as she continued to receive your strong thrusts.

She finally met success as she left a bright red hickey on your neck.

Pleased that she had marked you as her own, she licked your neck one final time before you released Mina's breasts and she hugged her as you were close to coming again as you continued to relentlessly slam into her pussy.

You managed to hold out for a few seconds before you came hard with a loud, primal growl of pleasure before pulling her down onto your hips as hard as possible to sink your cock as deeply inside her pussy as you exploded, both of them feeling the powerful jolt you gave as you ejaculated your bursts into your condom.

Mina let out a low groan of pleasure as she shoved your back against the bed, blaring out a signal of their climax as you held her ass against you, her strong pussy still clenching and milking at your spurting cock as her aftershocks trembled through her, drawing every drop of your thick, hot load into the plastic as it erupted from your head.

As they rocked to a stop, breathing hard from their exertions, you leaned back in the mattress and pressed your head onto the bed, closing your eyes in a mix of release and disbelief.

Settling down, she placed one hand on your shoulder and the other around your head, pushing her fingers through your hair as she leaned down to kiss you softly.

It wasn't like their hungry, primal kissing that had dominated the lustful encounter so far; it was gentle, tender and quite loving as Mina softly worked her lips on yours, just letting her tongue probe and seek out yours without delving too deep into your mouth, inviting you into an intimate liplock with her as she sat on your lap.

Breaking their kiss, she pulled down to rest her face in your chest as she embraced you, so much more warmly than you'd have expected given the situation.

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You laid back as Mina followed suit and laid on top of you, both huffing and getting their breath back.

"Incredible..." You huffed as Mina nodded.

"Same..." She mirrored.

You looked down at her to which she looked up at you with her neck on top of your chest.

"I love you Mina. Thank you for taking a chance with me." You moved her hair from her sweaty forehead and smiled.

"And thank you...for everything you've done for us. And for making me feel happy."

"Anytime...so are we..."

"Yeah, yeah it's a start." You smiled at that, "We'll have to talk about how this is going to work out," She then grasped your hand, "but I know it will work out (YN)."

You tightened your hand on hers.

"Yeah, I know it will."

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TIMESKIP

Mina left last night a bit after your love session, she took a shower back in her room and her roommates weren't suspicious by it.

But before she left you, you both agreed that you were going to talk about this the next time you both had time with each other.

And now you were all sitting in the private plane to take them to their next county, the Philippines.

Each girl asked about you and you said that you had the best sleep you had in a while as each girl were pleased by that.

Mina, like everyone else, was busy looking on her phone as she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"So how did it go?" Jihyo was Mina's roommate and she knew that Mina went to talk to you about your issue, but she fell asleep by the time Mina came back from your room. "You were gone for a while, sorry I fell asleep last night before you came back."

"Don't worry we were all pretty tired. And it went well." Mina nodded as Jihyo grinned.

"So~ are you two..." She rose her brows as Mina nodded.

Jihyo gave a smile at her.

"I'm happy for you two. Guess Nayeon was right huh?"

"Indeed she was. And it was all thanks to you Jihyo."

"I didn't do nothing Mina, it was all you." Jihyo pointed at Mina.

"(YN)?" Mina turned behind her to see Nayeon standing in the middle of the aisle, staring at you.

"Yeah?" You said looking at her.

"What's that on your neck?" She asked pointed at her neck to give emphasize.

Mina turned immediately at you who was paralyzed with fear as she saw half of the hickey she left.

"J-Just a bruise." You reasoned as Nayeon tilted her head.

"On your neck?"

"Probably when I fell, uh Nay, I need to use the restroom." You said quickly and left towards the bathroom as the other girls looked weirdly at each other.

Mina slowly turned towards Jihyo who had a smirk on her face and leaned towards Mina.

"So it was more than just a talk ehh~" Mina's body hunched back at the seat as she covered her face, "Don't worry Mina. You were just letting it all out...literally hehe!" She snickered as Mina groaned.

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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Unnecessary (Necessary) Risk

pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: angst, fluff, kissing

summary: when the team throws reader a birthday party, hotch’s care for her is revealed.

an: this is a day late but happy birthday to one of the sweetest people i know @shmaptainhotchner! hopefully this lives up to your request. love you bestie 🤍 screengrab is my babes @ssahotchie

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You’re in the breakroom picking at a piece of lint on your sweater while you wait for a new pot of coffee to brew. You don’t notice that Hotch is standing in the doorway, watching you rock back and forth on your heels. He takes you in for a moment, let’s himself pretend that right now he’s not your boss; that he’s just a man and you’re just a woman. That it’s okay for him to feel the way he does and look at you the way he is right now.

The coffee machine beeps, pulling him out of his daydream and he clears his throat, shaking his head gently. “Agent.”

The sound of his cough and voice make you jump, and you turn to glance at him. “Oh, hi, sir.”

His fingers clench together for a moment as he shoots you an apologetic look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay. What can I do for you or are you just here for the coffee?”

“Could you meet me at the round table in about 5 minutes? There’s a couple things I want to discuss.”

You blink a few times. “Am I in trouble sir?”

“No, not at all, you’ve been exemplary in your time here; near perfect. It’s like you always know what this team needs.”

“I wouldn’t say that, I just try to be the best I can be. There are lives and relationships at stake. And I love everyone on this team.” In your desperation to look away from his intense gaze you remember your purpose for being here; coffee. After filling your mug up, you gesture towards his and he holds it out for you to fill.

“It’s felt in all of your decisions, in every move you make.”

Your face heats at his words and you need to fidget, so you take a sip of your coffee. “Thank you, sir.”

“There’s no reason to thank me. I’ll see you in the conference room,” He looks at his watch, “3 minutes?”

“For sure.”

You find it odd that none of the team are in the bullpen but can’t think too much of it because you’re distracted by the thought of meeting with Hotch. The door is closed to the conference room, another oddity you can’t focus on, though it all makes sense once you walk in.

“Surprise!” Morgan,Reid, Rossi, JJ, Garcia and Emily yell together, confetti flying around the room as your mouth drops open in sweet surprise.

The party is perfect, there’s apple pie instead of cake which you didn’t care for, ice cream and champagne to commemorate your birthday. They’d all chipped in to get you a couple books you’ve expressed interest in, as well as the stationary you and Garcia had been gushing over for months.

It’s rounds and rounds of hugs and thank yous and laughter. You feel extremely seen and cared for as you take a step back just to watch your team, your family spend time together in your honor. All except for Hotch. You glance out the door, to his barely open blinds, catching just the smallest glimpse of him before Emily comes to nudge your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you guys did this.” You murmur her, as you take a sip of champagne.

“Oh, we didn’t. Hotch did. I mean we all chipped in but he talked to Garcia and planned everything.”

“Hotch?”

“Yep.” She nods with a smirk on her face.

“He didn’t even show up.”

“Well you know nothing stands between him and budget reports.”

“Why would he do all of this?”

Your conversation is no longer just you and Emily because Derek snorts, looks at you like you’ve just offended him. “You’re kidding right?”

“Excuse me, but I feel like you’re insinuating that I’ve missed something.” You roll your eyes at him. If there is ever a thing Morgan will do it’s tease you.

“Yeah, the big ‘I have a crush on you’ that’s plastered across Hotch’s forehead everytime he looks at you.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You can’t be that clueless?” JJ looks a little exasperated when she pipes up.

“I really don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“Yeah, me either. Hotch treats her just like everyone else.” Reid shrugs his shoulders before stuffing more pie into his mouth.

“Spence,” JJ breathes, looking over at him, face etched in disappointment.

“The only reason any of you nitwits noticed it is because I said something. It’s very subtle, leave the girl be.” Rossi looks incredibly pleased with him and you should’ve known that they all got this idea from him.

“You guys are saying that Hotch has a crush on me?”

“Yes.” They all say in unison, all but Spencer who’s now murmuring to himself with eyebrows furrowed as if Hotch’s crush for you can be computed like a math problem.

You huff in disagreeable, clasping your hands together and then undoing them. It’s a tell of your nervousness as you try to play it cool. Did Hotch have a crush on you? Was it possible? You shake your head at the thought. “Yeah alright. I’m gonna take him some pie.”

“Of course you are because you have feelings for him too.” Rossi says nonchalantly, eyebrow raised.

“Okay, now you’re really being ridiculous. I do not.”

“Why so defensive?” Emily perks up, and you glare at her for feeding into this.

“I’m not defensive, I just don’t want any of you to have the wrong idea.” You sound unconvincing even to yourself and know that this is digging you further into hole.

“Oh, it’s true, isn’t it cupcake?” Morgan raises his eyebrows at you.

“No, the guy,” JJ starts but you cut her off.

“Jayje, please,” You hold your hands up in pleading.

“The guy you’ve had a crush on this whole time is Hotch?” Garcia squeals, mouth open in disbelief.

“Oh god.” You mutter.

“Oh god is right, you drool over him. Daily.” Emily wrinkles her nose up in disgust.

You groan in embarrassment, picking up the plate and turning to leave. “I’m taking him this and then I’m leaving, this birthday party has taken a real turn.”

There are hoards of protests from every single one of them but you’re too embarrassed to stop, racing out of the room and to Hotch’s office. You take a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in.”

You step into his office, leaving the door open behind you so the team doesn’t get the wrong idea. You hold up the plate in your hand when he looks up. “Hey, I brought you some pie.”

In a rare turn of events you’re granted a genuine Aaron Hotchner smile. “Thank you, sorry I couldn’t be there. And happy early birthday.”

“It’s alright, you’re the boss, I get it. Thank you, sir.” You set the pie down on his desk and the two of you share the briefest of moments, your eyes dropping to his lips so quickly that he thinks he’s imagined it.

After staring at each other a beat too long you feel your face heat. He looks down and then back up at you before giving you a soft nod, one you take as your cue to leave. You give him an awkward smile, clearing your throat.

You turn to walk out of his office but think better of it, turning around and walking up to his desk once more. He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted in confusion, asking a silent question.

“Emily let me know that you put everything together.” You blurt out, immediately regretting it.

“Oh,” His face warms, his mouth twisting in embarrassment. “She…wasn’t supposed to do that.”

You look down at the pile of reports he’s working on debating with yourself if you should say your next words. You do, because what could you lose? But more importantly, what could you gain?

“Because of how you feel about me, right?” You ask, slowly letting your eyes flit up to his.

He stares back at you for a moment, eyes peering into you before they close, a deep sigh leaving him before he rises to close the door. “We don’t have to acknowledge any of that,”

“Sir,”

“It’s inappropriate for me to feel that way about you as I’m your superior,”

“Hotch,”

He continues to ramble on nervously, not sure how to rectify the situation. “I’m sorry if that information makes you uncomfortable.”

“Aaron.” You say firmly and it stops him in his tracks, his eyes blinking rapidly. “Breathe. Relax. It’s okay, everything’s okay.”

He stares at you with a dumbfounded expression, eyes blank before he recalibrates himself, his face blank and professional.

“Let’s talk about it. Please.” You take a seat on his couch, gesture for him to sit next to you. He stands and joins you on the couch, putting a healthy amount of distance between you.

“Alright if you insist. It hasn’t been affecting the way that I treat you, or how we operate in the field. If you would feel more comfortable reporting to Dave for evaluations and check-ins,”

“No.” You pause, taking in his confused features. “I mean let’s talk about it.” You reach your hand out to touch his face, hesitating when he flinches, but you follow through and caress his cheek.

“Are you indicating this is mutual?” His voice is strained, almost like he can barely find the words.

“It couldn’t get more mutual, sir.”

“There are a few reasons why we shouldn’t do this.” He rationalizes, though his heart thrums in his chest at the possibility of being with you.

“But there’s so many reasons we should; think of just how happy we could be if we just gave in.”

All Hotch can do is stare at you, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he tries to go piece together enough information to make a decision.

“You deserve happiness, Aaron. I know that it’s been a hard time and I know that there’s some…guilt and unresolved feelings.”

“There’s a lot of complications that come with me.”

“I know.”

“And you still want to move forward?” He’s skeptical, can realize that he’s self-sabotaging but he would sabotage himself anyday to keep you safe.

“I do.”

“Listen,”

You raise your hand to stop him, thinking you understand exactly where this will go. “No, sir, I understand. We might have feelings for each other but it would be unprofessional and unfair to the team to act on them. It’s an unnecessary risk, one we shouldn’t take.”

“Wait, I wasn’t,”

“Thank you for the thoughtfulness and for knowing me, and caring enough to put this together. Have a good evening, sir.”

You stand and head towards his door, ignoring how he softly calls your name. Morgan is walking out of the conference room, his face falling when he sees that you aren’t smiling. Gathering your things from your desk, you’re ready to get out of here. Your eyes fall to a file on your desk when you realize that you needed to take that file up to Aaron. You mean Hotch.

Morgan is now at your desk, and you sigh, knowing the questioning is coming. “Hey cupcake, what happened?”

“Morgan not now, please.”

He takes a seat on your desk, reaching out to grasp your hand in his. “I’m not here to tease, I’m here as your friend. Really.”

“The feelings are mutual but he didn’t want to.” you pause, taking a deep breath when you feel the tears forming in your eyes, “He didn’t think it was worth the risk. He didn’t think I was worth the risk.”

Derek frowns, eyes flicking up to look at Hotch’s office. “Did he say that to you?”

“No, no, calm down. He was just trying to talk me out of feeling for him. Kept saying he’s complicated and my superior and that it’s wrong.” You speak in a hushed voice, knowing that if your voice is any louder he’ll be able to hear the unshed tears in it.

Derek can see them anyway, rolling his eyes at Hotch’s idiocy. “I’m going to talk to him.”

“No, no, it’s alright. Please, I just want to move on.”

“No, he can’t just-“ He starts to take off but you reach for him.

“Derek. Please.”

He looks at you then, really looks at you taking in the pure sadness etched across your face. Instead of just responding he gathers you into his arms, holding you tight.

“You gonna be alright?”

You pull back to look at him. “I’ll be fine, you know I always am. Think you could cover for me? I just want to be alone.”

“If anybody has a problem with you leaving, including boss man, I gotcha.”

“Thank you Derek.”

“I give you a hard time because I care about you, cupcake. Now get out of here, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You finish gathering your things up and give Morgan’s arm a squeeze before heading for the elevator. When you make your way out the building you realize that it’s pouring rain. It’s easy to let the tears fall when you step out onto the pavement, the tears mimicking the raindrops that hit your face and frame.

You wrap your arms around your body, cursing yourself for parking so far away. You’re drenched to the bone before you’re even halfway to your car. Feeling overall defeated and completely done with the day you look up at the sky, the rain washing away the salty tears.

“Hey!” Hotch calls from behind you.

You turn around to find him a short distance behind you, his now wet hair sticking to his forehead. He’s squinting and shivering, completely soaked just like you.

“If Derek said something to you just know I told him not to.”

“Rossi.” He clarifies and a humorless laugh leaves you. “You’ve been crying.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to forget today ever happened. You should too.” You say it dismissively and begin to turn away when he speaks again.

“Is that what you want?”

“You already know the answer to that, but it doesn’t matter. We can’t.”

He licks his lips, looks up at the sky then back down at you. “Are you sure?”

“Aaron, it’s cold and raining and I’m sad, just let me go.” You mutter bitterly before turning away from him, walking at a faster pace than before to get to your car.

The splash of your footsteps against the wet pavement are louder than his, concealing the fact that he’s chasing after you. You aren’t aware until his hand is wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him so you’re nose to nose.

“The risk you mentioned before, it’s not unnecessary. If anything it is necessary because I can’t do this anymore. Pretending that I’m not in love with you is too much effort and I’m missing out on what could be one of the best things I could ever have,”

Before you can gather your thoughts into some semblance of a response he continues, “I’m sorry that I made you feel you aren’t worth it. You are worth it, you always have been, I was just afraid to take the chance. I didn’t think that you would feel the same way about me, I thought I was alone in this.”

You take in his features; the softness of his stare, the vulnerability in his eyes, the flush of his cheeks despite the rain. He has to know that you’ve always been right there with him and so you tell him that. “You’ve never been alone in this.”

The look that he gives you as he registers your words simultaneously sends a shiver down your spine and sets your entire body on fire. It clears your mind of any coherent thoughts and all you can do is let him hold you tight and stare back at him.

He leans in, his mouth wet and slick with rain against yours. You're going entirely on instincts at this point, your mind so entranced with him that you can’t think straight. Your body reacts in its own, gripping his now dripping suit jacket with all your strength as you kiss him back feverishly. His hands move up your body, pushing your hair out of your face and cupping your wet cheeks. Your tongue slips into his mouth the two of you together tasting like coffee, pie, and fresh rain. When he pulls back you can’t help but chase after his lips, planting a softer, shorter kiss on them.

“Aaron, I’m in love with you too. Insanely.”

There’s a round of applause that erupts seemingly out of thin air but then you lean to glance behind Aaron. Sure enough, the team is standing under the awning of the front door, whooping and hollering their praises.

“They’re never letting you live this down, boss.”

His mouth lips into a dangerously handsome smile; one that makes your heart melt. “That’s just a risk I’ll have to take.”

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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It’s Just Me (mini blurb)

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It was a terrible twos kind of day. The kind of day when YN can’t tote Ivy along to a charity organization brunch because she would meltdown.

Harry had her in his office with him, she was sitting on a blanket Harry had laid out, and was quietly playing with her stuffed animals (mostly seals.)

Occasionally, she would babble to herself and get pissed of at her inatimate playmates, ending in her tossing it to the side.

He caught himself just staring at her, smiling as he watches the little human he and his soulmate created right in front of him.

When his phone rings, he automatically picks it up, professionally stating, “Styles.”

“Hi, this is Dan from Payroll,” The guys voice was already shaking and Harry knew he was about to get really pissed off.

“How can I help you?” He asks in a tone that’s was definitely did not sound like he wanted to provide any assistance.

There is a pregnant pause before Dan nearly stutters, “Er, I accidentally missed reviewing the marketing departments hours and they did not receive their last paycheck.”

Harry takes a very deep breathe because he wants to do what he normally would - scream through the phone at this idiot.

However, he can’t because his curly haired little baby is playing with her toys in the middle of the office with a smile.

“Please come up to my office,” Harry replies curtly before hanging up.

He gets up, goes over to his daughter, and squats in front of her, “Ivy, baby.”

She looks up at him with a toothy grin before reaching over to hand him a stuffed seal, “Play, daddy.”

Harry thumbs over a stray curl on her forehead, “Daddy can’t, my love. I need y’to go with Granny Dor for a little.”

Ivy had been very clinging to both YN and Harry recently. She had a fit when YN dropped her off, despite how happy she was to see her dad.

Her brows furrow, lips purse, and Harry has to laugh because she looks like a carbon copy of him with the sour face.

“Oh, no mean looks t’daddy,” He hums with his own frown, “S’just for a moment, m’dove.”

“No.”

“Ivy, y’need to listen.”

And Harry knows it coming, she sucks in a huge breathe and then just lets out a scream in protest of him.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, y’do not scream. Y’know better. Are we going to have to take a timeout or are you going to go sit nice with Dor?” Harry’s voice is still softer than he’d use with any of him employees but extremely firm to her.

“No timeout, daddy,” She mumbles, her volume decreasing significantly as she lowers her gaze from her father’s.

“Alright, then c’mon. Thank you for listening,” Harry praises, gathering up her toys for her and leading her into his waiting room where Dorothy is typing away on her computer.

“Dor, Dan is coming up and I need to have a private meaning. Will y’watch her for a little?”

Ivy is already clambering up into her lap, into the warmth of her arms, and nuzzling in - because Granny Dor spoiled her silly.

Harry rolls his eyes, muttering, “And you and YN say I spoil her too much. Bloody ridiculous.”

Dorothy just shoos him away, readjusting Ivy’s bow, and combing through her hair softly to simmer her down a little.

Dan trails in solemnly soon after to face his inevitable doom.

He sees his boss’ daughter perched on the secretary’s lap and he wonders how such a sweet little thing could be created from the demon of a man.

As Harry and Dan meet, Ivy gets wriggly and squirms off of Dorothy’s lap.

“Stay close,” She murmurs to the toddler as she picks up her phone to answer a call for Harry.

Of course, Ivy doesn’t listen, and she noticed that the door to her father’s office is cracked open just the littlest bit.

It’s enough for her to slip through the space between the heavy doors and toddles on, she’s blocked by the leather couches so Harry can’t see her.

“I have givin’ you so many fuckin’ chances!” Harry seethes angrily at his employee. His tone was more like a growl than anything else.

Ivy pauses, eyes widening in fear as she hears her dad speak in a frightening manner she’s never heard before.

“I…There was a coding error that I had been distracted with, it won’t happen again,” Dan insists, knowing he had actually committed a fireable offense.

“You are absolutely correct because you’re fucking fired,” Harry replies, no wavering in his raspy register.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Dan explodes, “It’s unfucking fair treatment! It was one mistake, you fuckin’ asshole!”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I can fuckin’ show you unfair treatment. Get the fuck out of my office and learn how to do your goddamn job,” Harry retorts, his voice rising as well.

Ivy is stuck in her spot, frozen in surprise at hearing the arguing and how mad her father sounded, voice echoing through the room.

“You listen to me-“

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Harry booms furiously, this employee managing to get a rise out of him.

“I was ju-“

Both the men pause when they hear a wail from behind the sofa and the sound of Ivy plopping herself on the ground.

Harry instantly is out from behind his desk and going to round the sofa in a flash with a rose of panic in his chest.

His heart drops when he sees his baby looking up at him with fear in her watery eyes and she’s literally shaking.

“Oh, baby. Did y’hear daddy bein’ loud?” Harry murmurs in his sweetest, comforting voice - uncaring of his employee hearing him.

Harry expects her to nod sadly and ask for a cuddle but she instead wriggles backwards when he goes to reach for her - out of his reach.

“Ivy, little dove, s’just y’daddy,” He tries again, sitting down in front of her - doesn’t even look up as Dan leaves quietly.

She’s scared though and has had never felt worse in his life as his daughter backs away from him until she’s getting to her wobbly feet.

He tries again, reaching his arms out, “Ivy Elizabeth, s’just daddy. M’sorry I scared you, bub.”

Ivy doesn’t budge, crying loudly with her face pinched up as hot tears run down her soft chubby cheeks.

Dorothy appears with a worried look, “I apologize, I thought she was by the table.”

“S’not your fault I’m a shitty father,” Harry mutters, standing back up and roughly brushing off his trousers.

“Oh Harry, she’s just a little frightened,” Dorothy hums, picking the girl up when she toddles quickly over to her.

Her dad trails over, “Ivy, m’love. Can you look at daddy?”

She refuses, digging her face into the woman’s shoulder, curls bouncing fiercely as she clings onto her.

Harry loved to be feared. Not like this though. Not by the child he’d literally jump in front of a train for without a second thought.

He would rather have her screaming, pitching fits, throwing toys rather than this. She was so scared that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Let me take her on a little stroll, okay? See if I can calm her down a bit.”

—

Harry waits patiently for Dorothy to arrive back but he automatically hears his daughter’s steady stream of sniffles and whimpers.

He goes out to the waiting room to see her reentering the room, she sighs, “I think it’s time to call mummy.”

Harry had no idea how he was going to explain this to his wife. He was I trouble and he knew he deserved it.

“Hey H, is the bab okay?” YN greets warmly, chattering in the background.

“Er, she’s okay, just upset. Ivy accidentally walked in on me flipping out and firing an employee. Now she’s scared. Dor tried to calm her down and she doesn’t want to be near me right now.”

YN’s next words were calm, Harry however did not miss the sharp edge when she replies, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Then she hangs up on him.

Which she really never does unless she is really really upset.

—

When YN arrives, Ivy is sat on Dorothy’s lap with puffy eyes and her thumb tucked between her full lips, popping it out when she sees her mother.

“Mumma!” Ivy shrieks, tears beginning streaming down her face as she impatiently waits for her to cross the room and gives her a soft kiss to the forehead.

“Hi baby, give mummy one minute and then we’ll leave okay?” YN murmurs soothingly, thumbing of some of the tears.

Ivy nods but is standing next the secretary’s desk, waiting patiently with her thumb going right back between her lips again.

Harry’s sitting at his large oak table, looking like a guilty puppy as his wife comes in with a disapproving look on her face.

“Baby, m’sorr-“

“What the fuck, Harry? Why is our daughter out there terrified right now?” YN demands, crossing her arms to prove her anger.

“Some fuckin’ idiot messed somethin’ up and Ivy walked in while I cursed him out and fired him. She was hiding behind the couch. It was an accident,” He defends, bristling a bit.

“Even if the door was shut, she would have still heard you. You knew better than to act like that around our daughter.”

“I had to fire him,” Harry makes the lame excuse because he knows he’s in the wrong and he’s not always great at admitting he is.

“You were supposed to have Ivy for two hours and this happens. I have her all day everyday and I’ve need had an issue with controlling myself in front of others!” YN yells (quietly) at him.

“What the fuck is tha’ supposed to mean? Y’calling me a bad father? Y’have her all day with her because I work so that you can stay at home with her.”

YN rolls her eyes, “Well thank god for that, she’d be cursing and screaming at people all day everyday if she was with you all the time.”

Harry is thoroughly pissed at his wife and she is equally just as furious with him - it doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s bad.

“Y’got some fuckin’ nerve. Our baby is polite, well-mannered because of me too! Not just you, fuckin’ claiming all her good qualities,” He replies with a snarl.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” YN bites back, “I’m not one of your employees. Neither is Ivy despite you talking like that in front of her.”

Now she was just trying to push his buttons and it was well onto it’s way of working.

“Y’bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous! It was a accident and you’re acting like I did it on purpose! Fuckin’ hell!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are raising your voice at me but I’m leaving,” YN tells him, giving him one final glare before storming out of the office.

“Fuck!” He grunts, smacking cup of pens from his desk before slamming his fist on the desk.

—

Ivy was waiting patiently, whimpering when she sees her mum, and gesturing to be picked up, “It’s past your nap time, Vee.”

“Nap,” She lisps sadly, instantly curling into then familiarness that is her mother. Eyes instantly fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Dor,” YN whispers, blowing her a kiss, before trekking out of the office with the exhausted little girl.

—

Harry can’t handle the rest of the day, wants to go home, and make amends with his wife which leads him to heading out only an hour after them.

He finds YN in the den with the baby monitor propped on the coffee table, she’s watching a horror movie with a smoothie in hand.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry murmurs cautiously, loosening up his tie until it falls limp around his neck.

She glances over at him, sarcasm lacing her tone,“So you do know how to talk without yelling at me, hmm?”

His face falls, frowning, “Hey, lovie - don’t be like tha’. Y’gonna let me apologize?”

“Come scratch my back and I’ll hear you out,” She hums, keeping a serious face.

“Y’drive a hard bargain, m’heart. Show me y’tits,” Harry begins to smile, striding over and getting her no time before he’s pulling off her shirt and sports bra.

He sits down then gently lays her down on her tummy and she rests her head in his lap, cheek pressed against his thigh.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t thinkin’. Now I’m worried she’s gonna hate me forever,” Harry mumbles, using his blunt nails to trace up and down her back.

“You’re her favorite person. She’ll always love you more than anything,” YN tells him seriously, arching when he scratches an extra itchy spot.

“I hope so. I love her more than anythin’. A little mixture of how much we love each other. How much we worked to get her,” He sighs softly.

—

YN dozed off and Harry tucks a blanket around her bare chest.

When the baby monitor alerts that Ivy had woke up after quite a long nap, he takes a deep breath before walking up the staircase to his fate.

He’s preparing himself for her to scream and cry when she sees her monster of a father because he’d scared her so horribly.

But his mini just widens her green eyes and he looks at his world with bated breath, waiting for the scream or tears.

Instead, she just dimples happily at her father, and squeals with excitement, “Daddy! Hi Daddy, miss you!”

And just like that….

They’re best friends again.

—-

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♡ — pairing: kazutora x reader

♡ — summary: after a long day at work, you want nothing but to spend a calm night with your boyfriend. however, you have no idea this is the night were all his demons finally get the best of him.

♡ — tags/warnings: female reader, angst, breakups, hurt feelings everywhere, mention on mental illnesses and nightmares, based on ben platt’s song ‘carefully’, mention of tora’s job in one of the future timelines.

♡ — a/n: i enjoyed writing kazutora so. damn. much. also, i’m quite proud of this one and the small details i added~ thank you @ofoceansandtombstones for being my lovely beta <3

♡ — masterlist

And all this time you've had a gentle way of holding me

So could you please release me that way too?

— “carefully” by Ben Platt

“It’s open, come in!”

The first thing Kazutora sees when he opens the door of your apartment is you, kneeling on the kitchen floor and picking up pieces of a broken baking dish. Red sauce has splattered everywhere and his mind betrays him for a second, imagining an accident far worse than what has truly happened. He blinks twice and starts to notice the small details that finally slow down the fast beating of his heart. There are pieces of chicken breasts next to the open oven door and what he thinks are sliced carrots next to your right knee.

You hiss when you pick up a piece of the shattered glass, the sharp end pinching your finger. Kazutora comes back to his senses, widening his eyes as he realizes he’s just been standing there.

“Hey, let me. You’ll cut yourself,” he warns, walking up to you. Grabbing both your hands, he eases you into your feet and then guides you to the living room. “I’ll take care of it,” he promises as he goes back to the kitchen and starts cleaning up the mess.

You let yourself fall on the sofa with a loud thud and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I just had the most awful day,” you whine, taking off your apron and leaving it on the arm of the sofa. “Work was hell, I got scolded by something that I didn’t do— like always, only this time my boss was all like: ‘You gotta be more careful, we wouldn’t want to lose such a valuable employee’. Like he was going to fire me over someone else’s mistake?!”

Your voice is getting louder by the minute and you take advantage of the fact Kazutora is in another room to keep the volume. You have been waiting the entire day to see him and vent about what a trainwreck you day had been. Just as always, he listens intently, the only noise coming from the kitchen being a soft scraping sound as he picks up everything and throws it to the trash.

“Then, I went to the store and of course they had run out of basil. Tell me, how does a store that big run out of basil?” you ask. There’s no answer from the kitchen so you continue. “I mean, yeah, I could have gone to another store but my feet were killing me. I’m just not meant to work in heels the entire day,” you sigh tiredly, swinging your feet.

You reposition yourself, now sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Putting your right hand on your left shoulder, you stretch your neck, feeling your sore muscles releasing a bit of tension with a small ‘pop’.

“I ended up preparing something entirely different than I had planned for dinner. I tried to let it go but just as I was going to put it in the oven, it slipped my hands and—”

“I think we should break up.”

Words die in your lips the moment you listen to your boyfriend speak. The silence becomes loud and abrasive as you struggle to understand what was happening. Why was Kazutora breaking up with you with such a small voice? What had triggered him to come to that conclusion? Why had he decided to bring it up now? You turn your head to the kitchen door and watch him slowly make his way towards you, doubtful steps as he takes a seat on the other side of the sofa, avoiding your eyes at all costs.

“What?” you ask, your voice hoarse. His lips form a tight line and you see him swallowing nervously.

“I’m not doing okay— haven’t been for a while. I— it’s been two years since I left prison and I still haven’t— I don’t— I don’t know what I’m doing,” he explains, looking down at his hands.

You nod slowly, trying to comprehend where he’s coming from. Turning your body towards him, you take a deep breath before speaking.

“It’s okay not to know,” you assure him in a soft voice. “Just… take it slow. One day at a time and then I’m sure you’ll—”

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” Kazutora confesses and you notice his voice wavering a little. “I— I keep having nightmares about— about that day and— and also about the motorcycle shop. Those two mix up and…” he takes one of his hands to the side of his head, his fingers grazing his temple. “And I’m hitting Baji in the head. And there’s so much blood— so, so much blood and—”

Leaning forward, you take his hands. They’re shaking and extremely cold and you rub your thumb over his knuckles, trying your best to soothe him.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now, Tora, you’re—”

Kazutora pulls his hands away hastily, leaving a tingling sensation on your palms.

“I can’t!” he says as he shakes his head. You spend a moment looking at your empty hands, never before having felt your boyfriend’s rejection. “I feel like I’m drowning and— You know what? I think relationships just aren’t for me,” he shrugs, his hands moving in exaggerated gestures. “That’s why I never cared for dating, never got myself involved in that kind of shit, not until—”

He finally looks at you and, fuck, you wish he didn’t. You’re not sure if you have the strength to deal with such hurtful discourse. You lick your lips and take yet another deep breath, deciding to ignore his hurtful remark.

“I’m… so sorry you’re feeling this way,” you say, slowing down your words, trying your best not to show how hurt you were. This isn’t him, you tell yourself. So no need for that tightness in your throat. “But you have to understand it’s not because of me. It’s because of everything that you’ve gone through and how hard it’s to deal with them. I don’t blame you, it is hard. But this… us,” you gesture to the both of you. “This is a good thing. Despite all the pain and hurt we’ve both been through, we—”

“Please, stop,” he says, raising his hand and pressing his eyelids together. “I can’t be with you anymore. That’s it, that’s all—”

“So you don’t love me anymore?” you counter. You scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. Kazutora’s eyes shoot open and you notice his pupils shaking in fear, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I love you,” he breathes out, and for a moment you see the boy you fell in love with in his amber eyes that are quickly filling with tears. “I do love you but it’s killing me. I feel like I’m dying,” he chokes out. He looks away from you once more and starts tugging at his fingers. “I’m rotting inside and I don’t know what to do to make it better. I just want it to stop. I want it to stop and— I don’t want you around when I’m like this. I want to figure out what the hell is happening and—”

“But if you love me and I love you then why—”

“I’m not happy with you!”

Kazutora widens his eyes, scared by his loud outburst. He parts his lips, silently muttering nonsense as he tries to come up with words that can make it better. You lower your head and he wants to punch himself over it. He doesn’t want to make you cry, not after everything you’ve done for him. Is he really going to be the person that hurt the one that made a home for him in her embrace? Is he going to hurt the only person that was brave enough to pick up the pieces of his shattered soul?

“I’m…” he babbles, in a soft voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

You snort. “No, you really did mean it, Tora.”

He can sense the hurt and sadness in your voice, even if now you’re the one that won’t look at him. He watches helplessly as you stand up and walk towards the living room window in complete silence. The apron you took off is still on the couch and the vast memories of all the times he embraced you while you were wearing it quickly fill his mind.

He wishes there was a way he could keep you. But no matter how much he wants to, he knows there really is no other way. He’s thought about this countless times. He has gone to work without getting proper sleep, stared at his blank tv screen for hours on end, trying to come up with a plan where he could keep you. Was staying with the person he loved the most too much to ask?

No matter in how many shades of light or with how much care he handled the memory of you, the only way he could spare you the greatest amount of pain was to leave you— even if he knew he’d end up shattering your heart as well.

Kazutora notices the way your fingers tightly close around the edge of the window, your knuckles turning white. He had come to terms that he’d lose you today, yet he never expected for it to be this way. It doesn’t matter, he tells himself. If hating him would mend your wounds faster, then he’d take it. Anything that would make the heartache he was causing you a little bit lighter. He knew you were the last person on Earth that deserved to go to bed carrying that much pain in her soul.

Looking out the window, you focus on a small girl walking her dog on the street. It’s a brown labrador and by the size of it, it’s barely a puppy. Rather than walk, it jumps on its four legs, his little head looking back at the girl every chance he has as he happily wags his tail. The pet shop Kazutora and Chifuyu work at immediately comes to mind. Would it be like this from now on? Small things eliciting memories of your days together without your consent and leaving a sour taste in your mouth?

You will need to find a new commute, you think, as you had been stopping by the pet shop on your way home for the past year. Is there another bus that you could take? As you try to remember the lines and their respective routes, you’re engulfed by the memory of the first time Kazutora dozed off with his head resting on your shoulder as you rode the bus together. You close your eyes and you can clearly see his peaceful expression and slightly parted lips as he slept, his fingers tightly intertwined with yours. His breathing is slow and his hands are cold and you wish you could go back, even for a minute and place a kiss on top of his head, since you wouldn’t be able to do so from now on.

Where exactly had you failed? You had just been complaining about your day when he dropped the bomb. Did you complain too much? Did you talk too much? Or was it you the one that was too much? You tried your best and supported him as much as you could but as it turns out, it hadn’t been enough. Good intentions were nothing but useless as you were now saying goodbye to the man you had loved the most.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Kazutora’s cold knuckles against your cheek, wiping your tears. You gasp, startled by his touch and take a couple steps back until your back hits the wall. It takes a few seconds for him to bring his hand now, unsure on what to do next.

He looks so scared and small— it fills your heart with frustration. Your whole body is screaming to take a step forward and comfort him, cradle him in your arms like so many times before, assure him he’s safe with you and that he doesn’t have to worry anymore. That, if you can still go home to each other at the end of a bad day, you can take anything life throws at you.

But that’s the thing. You’re not each other’s home anymore. You don’t get to bury your face in his neck and hum happily when his perfume reaches your nose. You don’t get to have him take a nap on your lap as you watch a series or feel his lips ghost against yours seconds before colliding in a kiss.

You hate it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking down at his feet. “Please, don’t cry.”

“You know what, Kazutora?” you say, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You taste venom in your words, yet that doesn’t stop you. “If you’re not happy with me, then what are you doing here?”

He flinches at your words. Biting his inner cheek, he nods, still incapable of holding your gaze.

“Yeah, okay,” he mutters. “I’ll go. I really am sorry.”

Kazutora turns on his heel, walking towards the door. Maybe it’s the way you know he’s not coming back this time that makes your desperation afloat. You don’t want him to go and you also know you can’t make him stay. And even if somehow you could find a way to keep him by your side, it would be worthless.

He’s just not happy with you.

“Are you happy somewhere else, though?” you ask, your words leaving your mouth before your head has time to process them. He stumbles on his feet and stops. “Because if you just can’t manage to be happy, then it’s not on me.”

Kazutora doesn’t have to turn for you to know he’s second guessing himself. The next seconds feel like years as he just stands there, mid-way to the front door, thoughts so messy and loud you can almost hear them.

“That doesn’t matter,” he finally says with his back to you. He closes his fists and you see his shoulders rising and falling as he takes a deep breath. “This way you don’t have to deal with... with the mess I am and—”

“Oh, please, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating an ex-convict.”

The weight of your words fall onto you the moment they leave your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, muttering a curse. It takes no time for you to walk towards Kazutora, standing between him and the door.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Tora, I didn’t— you know I didn’t mean it that way. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you whimper, tears flowing free down your cheeks. Your wave your shaky hands, desperate to make your point across. “I just wanted to say I knew things would be difficult but I loved you— I love you and I—”

Kazutora shakes his head, a gentle yet sad smile on his face as he takes your hands in his. He holds them in front of his chest, squeezing them gently as they don’t stop trembling.

“Stop, it’s okay,” he assures you. “That’s what I am.”

“It’s not,” you protest. “I mean— yeah, but you’re more than that. You’re so much more than that. You’re caring, you’re noble— you’re so tender with the animals at your shop. You’re so sweet with me, always checking if I’ve eaten and offering to help me out if I have chores I need to do. You always come pick me up if I’m working late. You— you’re so fucking special to me.”

Kazutora’s lips form a tight line. “I wish I could see that,” he whispers.

“Then just— let me try. Let me try until you can look at yourself the way I do,” you almost beg. You let go of the hold he has on your hands to gently cradle his face. “I’ll do anything, but... don’t patronize me. I’m not a little girl. Whatever life throws at me, I’ve always been able to handle it. No— we’ll handle it. Together. Like it’s always been, you and me, I just— please, I don’t want you to go,” you cry. “We were going to be happy together, you were going to live with me and I’d give you half my drawers and half my closet and half… half everything. Please, don’t go. Don’t go, Tora.”

The sadness in his amber eyes only confirms what you’ve been fearing this whole time. You sob, your thumbs softly stroking his cheeks as you feel the world crumbling around you. This time, he doesn’t stop you, letting you cry as you hold his face, coming to terms with the fact he’s really leaving after all.

Your hands move to his hair, gently threading your fingers across his long, dark locks. Tracing the outline of his face, you push one of the dyed streaks away, only for it to fall back right where it was before. You can’t help the small smile that forms on your lips. He’s so pretty, you think, as the pads of your fingers gently caress his face. Your thumb grazes the space between his bottom lip and his chin and you dream of a world when he’s not saying goodbye, but rather falling asleep under your touch on your shared bed. You never knew loving someone as much as you loved him was possible-- yet the way your heart was crumbling in pieces was evidence of how much your soul was aching by being separated from the person it belonged to.

Sniffling, you rub your cheek against your shoulder to wipe your tears. You swallow before raising another question.

“Is this a… temporary thing? Or for good?” Your voice comes out in a whisper as you place down your hands on his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he answers. He wants nothing more than to put his arms around your body like so many times before, but he’s aware that it will only make things more difficult. “But I don’t want to keep you waiting in vain. You should move on.”

Kazutora realizes how much he hates the idea as it leaves his lips. The idea of you starting over with someone else rots in his tongue. He doesn’t want you to hold anyone’s face the way you were just holding his. He wants to keep you all to himself, to go to endless visits to the grocery shop, to watch you fall asleep during movie night and then pretend you didn’t, to massage your hands as you tell him about his day.

But you don’t deserve the guck that’s forming inside his mind. He knows it’s only a matter of time before it comes out pouring and reaches you. And he’ll be damned if he lets himself ruin the one good thing he’s had in his life for many years. He promised to himself he wouldn’t let his ill state of mind touch his loved ones. Never again.

He watches you nod and feels his heart shattering, even if everything is going just the way he intended. You rub his shoulders and look into his eyes, a sad smile on the pretty lips he would never get to kiss again.

“Okay,” you sigh. “We’ll end this but… when you leave, never doubt how loved you were. No— how loved you are. I don’t know what is coming for either of us but… I do know a part of my heart will always belong to you, no matter who I hold hands with. I will always love you, Tora.”

Your words are enough to finally break him. Kazutora clutches your body tightly against him as he loudly sobs against your shoulder. You hold him, tears flowing free once again as you try and soothe the man you love, leaving small kisses on the side of his head and whispering soft reassurances that it’s okay. It’s not, you tell yourself. It’s never going to be okay. But it has to be.

Carefully, you move him back to the sofa, helping him sit down while he refuses to let go of his hold on your body. You lean on the back pillows, both your arms cradling him while he whimpers like a small child. Kazutora clutches the fabric of your sweater with desperation, wishing there was a way he could stay with you.

Why does he have to give up the person that had put a smile back on his face? He can’t quite remember a time when his stomach had hurt out of laughter before he ever met you. Or when he’d experienced such peace as the night he stayed at your apartment and got to see your sleeping face first thing in the morning. He’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you and, for all he knows, he may never love like this again.

But he could never risk tainting you. He would never be able to forgive himself.

Kazutora softly pulls away from your embrace. His eyes are blotchy and red and you’re sure yours look the same or even worse. His nose is red, like it always does when he cries. It’s endearing, you think. Everything about him, from his hair, to his eyes, his hands— you’ve come to love every part of Kazutora. And that’s exactly why it’s so hard to let him go.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says in a whisper, resting the side of his head on the back pillows of the sofa.

“Like what?” you ask, gently pushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear.

“Like I matter to you. Like I’m making a huge mistake.”

You take a deep breath. Imitating him, you rest your head on the back pillows as well, so you’re both facing each other.

“I don’t— I don’t fully understand what you’re going through,” you admit, your eyes locked on his. “But if you need to… get away, then you should. You’ve been nothing but loving to me. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy, whether it’s with me or not. You deserve to fully experience all the beautiful things life has to offer.”

Silent tears fall from both your cheeks and his.

“I should be thankful I got to love you for this whole year. Because even if it ends this way… God, I loved you so much,” you sniffle, letting out a small laugh. “And I felt so loved. Isn’t that magical in itself? That we got to love each other at the same time?” you wonder with a sad smile.

Kazutora parts his lips, yet the doorbell interrupts him before he can even speak. You look at the front door, your eyebrows furrowing for a moment before you realize who’s probably there.

“Food’s here,” you say, wiping the tears from your face.

“Food?” Kazutora asks, confused.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Didn’t I tell you? The baking dish broke so I called that restaurant, the one with the burgers we like.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t really listening back then,” he admits with a pang of guilt. He sits up on the couch and turns his head at you. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

You sit up as well. “I ordered for the two of us. C’mon, stay for dinner. Let’s… remember us this way, okay? Without so many tears and sadness,” you offer, tilting your head towards him. “I even ordered your favourite one.”

Kazutora rubs his face with his sleeve, erasing the trail of the tears he just shed. Looking at you, he nods, drawing a small smile on his lips.

“Okay. I’ll get it.”

He only walks a few steps towards the door before he feels you tugging at the back of his shirt. Turning around, he notices you’re standing right behind him. Your eyes look up to him, biting your bottom lip and not even a ghost of the smile you previously offered him.

“Before that, uh— I want you to know I… I mean it,” you firmly say, taking in all his facial features, loving how they soften every time he looks at you. “I’ll always love you. No matter how many years go by or if I ever stop being in love with you— I’ll still love you.”

“I’ll always love you too,” he replies, taking your hand and squeezing it softly. “I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

You finally let out a soft chuckle and squeeze his hand back. The doorbell rings again and you walk around Kazutora to get to it. This time, he’s the one that stops you, not letting go of the hold of your hand. Looking back at him, you notice the soft pout in his lips and how they softly tremble, looming more tears.

“It��s okay,” you assure him, and you know you’re saying it to yourself as well. “Who knows, we might get together again someday. Have our own Casablanca moment. We’ll always have the pet shop,” you joke, trying to fight back to tears that threaten to fill your eyes as well.

It’s Kazutora’s turn to chuckle, only this time he does it along with you. You let go of his hand only to hold his face tenderly, a soft smile as you look at the man you love. Standing on your tiptoes, you press your lips against the beauty mark under his right eye. You feel his hands setting on the small of your back and watch his smile widen when you fall back on your heels.

Locking your fingers with him once more, you open the door.

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