#this took longer than I expected because I had to squeeze it in between my school work

[bunnieswithknives]

He died but he’s ok

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[junkissed]

pro bono

member — lawyer!wonwoo x lawyer!reader genre — smut, fwb to ?? word count — 1.1k synopsis — you and your coworker jeon wonwoo have been working on this case for months. now that it's finally over, he shows you that "for the public good" doesn't mean that he can't be good for you, too. aka: lawyer wonwoo fucking coworker reader after winning a case smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, prone bone (the title is a pun hehe), creampie (shocker i know!), spanking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, mirror sex, coworkers fwb!wonu, gratuitous descriptions of how wide wonu's shoulders are just because i can notes — requested by @junhuisms sorry this took so long bff </3 — lots of love to @onlymingyus for proofreading !! — probably some legal inaccuracies bc i know nothing about the law i'm just here to fuck the hot man so go easy on me pls. i really meant for this to be a longer fic but it's been in my docs for almost a year and i've been trying to not pressure myself to write a certain amount so i hope this is still able to live up to your expectations :) i know i've been pretty mia recently but i'm trying to get back into the swing of things so feedback is super super appreciated! hope you enjoy! note #2 — tumbly still hates me and is super finnicky about putting my posts in the tags so i haven't been able to use my regular divider image bc it bugs out :(( i've tried everything i'm sorry but pls lmk how you like this new one!

you’d been working on this case for months, and it had been one to make or break your career. weeks upon weeks of research, reviewing documents and studying laws to make sure your arguments were seamless.

the upside to all this work, however, was that you got to know your coworker wonwoo better, who you’d been assigned to work on the case with. and by “get to know him,” what you really meant was “get railed every night after work”.

and tonight, after the trial had wrapped up and the court’s final decision had ruled in your favor, you found yourself where you’d grown accustomed to spending all your nights: in his penthouse apartment, and more specifically, in his bed.

the floor-length mirror in his room was one of your favorite things, because no matter what position you were in or how you were angled, you could always see wonwoo. see his broad shoulders, see his muscles flexing, see his abs tensing right before he cums; and god, it drives you crazy.

but it drives him even more crazy as he fucks you into his mattress, watching in the mirror’s reflection how your eyes are squeezed shut and tears stream down your cheeks onto his pillowcase. 

it’s one of his favorite positions, as you’ve learned over the past few months, to have you lying flat on your stomach as he fucks you from behind. with your body at this angle, he can get so much deeper into you, you can practically feel it in your stomach, and with only just a handful of thrusts he can make you fall apart on his cock in a matter of seconds. 

tonight, however, it’s taken less than that to make you cum. the pride of winning the case has him on a high, and he barely even needed to get you stretched out first. but he did anyway, his face buried between your thighs for what felt like eternity until you were pushing his head away and begging him to stop teasing.

you yelp as he twists his hand in your hair, yanking your neck back so you can see your reflection in the mirror.

your eyelids droop heavily, jaw hanging open as wonwoo meets your eyes in the mirror. “you see how well i fuck you, baby?” he groans, squeezing your hip with his other hand. “taking it so fucking well… i’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t i?”

all you can manage is a moan as tears begin to form in your eyes from the pleasure. you whimper quietly, noises muffled by the pillow as you struggle to catch your breath in between thrusts. you can already feel the burn of another orgasm in the pit of your stomach, and wonwoo’s hands pushing down on your lower back are making it impossible to hold back.

“my good girl,” he coos and he lets go of his hand in your hair, barely giving you a chance to catch yourself as your head falls forward and back down onto the pillow. “don’t hold back those pretty sounds. let everybody hear how you like to celebrate your wins. you deserve it, baby.”

“just as much a win for you— as it is for me,” you manage to gasp out. you struggle to keep your eyes open but you force yourself to, determined to see the way his face contorts in the mirror. his eyebrows furrow as he adjusts the angle of his hips, staring down at your ass, back arching into him and forcing his cock deeper with every stroke.

he leans down over you, caging your body with his own, his mouth brushing against the back of your neck. “we both know you did most of the work. and this… this is your reward.”

“wonwoo—” you moan out brokenly as his hands knead your ass roughly, grabbing at your skin and spreading you apart so he can push into you with more force. you clench around him and he curses, his hips starting to stutter.

without warning he pulls out, rolling you over onto your back. you whine at the sudden loss and at the ache in your muscles, but wonwoo just leans forward over your body to kiss you and suddenly you forget everything you were thinking about. you’re so caught up in his mouth on yours and his hands sliding over your body that you barely even notice when he pushes his cock back into you, never breaking away from your lips as he starts out a steady rhythm, gradually building back up to his pace from earlier.

finally he pulls away, sitting up to put his hands on the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. your breath catches in your throat with each thrust, your mind reeling as you concentrate on the feeling of him so deep inside you, pressing against that sweet spot over and over again.

his broad chest is the only thing that fills your vision as you cum, and your brain barely registers the words that leave his mouth in that deep, gravelly voice you’ve become accustomed to hearing nearly every night. 

“taking every inch so fucking well,” he grunts, forehead glistening with sweat. “god, you look so good taking my cock.” his movements become more and more desperate as he starts to chase his high, his fingers digging into your skin so roughly to the point that you know you’ll find bruises there in the morning. 

still breathing heavily, you whine out his name one last time, sending him over the edge right behind you in a matter of seconds. he lets out a guttural groan, continuing to snap his hips frantically as your walls squeeze around his throbbing cock.

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wonwoo chuckles, handing you your purse and helping you shrug your coat on as you attempt to wipe the smudged mascara from your cheeks with your thumbs.

“same time, monday night?” you ask as he walks you down the hall to the elevator, holding the doors open with one hand.

he nods, not even making an attempt to hide the grin on his face. “you keep winning cases like you did today, and you might as well just move in. save you the trouble of calling a taxi every night.”

you laugh, knowing he’s not serious but your heart races at the thought anyway. “you keep fucking me like that, and i might take you up on that offer.”

he hums and raises his eyebrows, but you can tell he’s pleased. “i knew having that mirror installed was a good investment.”

you might not be getting paid for taking on pro bono cases, but just knowing that you’re helping people makes up for it. and of course, the compensation you get from your coworker is more than enough to keep you coming back for more. 

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[wovenintosilk]

Stubborn

Received a request through a reblog for something related to Miguel's fangs. It's not exactly focused on them but they're definitely part of it!

No Content Warnings

GN!Reader

Word Count: 1100

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“Get your fingers away from my mouth. Are you a child?”

You pouted and withdrew your hand, thwarted in your attempts to sneakily lift the corner of your boyfriend’s lip. “I want to see them,” you defended. “They’re so nice to look.”

“If you’re that bored, I will find you something more productive to do,” he reminded you and twisted his face further from your reach. “I’m not in the habit of allowing people to lounge around my workspace for the fun of it.”

“Can my something productive be getting you to smile?”

“Absolutely not.”

You sighed and sank further into your chair, head tilted back to the ceiling you stared at far too much. “You said you would be finished with this by now.”

“It was a possibility but it required far more attention than I expected. It won’t be much longer.”

Miguel’s desire to be busy never surprised you. From the day you’d met him to the day you kissed him for the first time, you always understood why he obsessed in the way he did. It didn’t hurt you but you worried – more about his own health than anything else.

When was the last time he’d even eaten?

“You know, I actually do have a job to get done,” you said. “I’ll be back soon. Try not to get too big of a headache by scowling at that screen.”

“I know.”

The grumbled words didn’t help your concerns. You cast a glance over your shoulder in his direction. The harsh artificial lighting of his office highlighted how he hunched over his work, shone off his suit in a piercing way.

It really couldn’t be good for him to stand like that.

Your first stop took you over an hour to reach and you still didn’t doubt for one second that Miguel would still be working on your return. Though he cared little about food quality lately, you insisted on getting him something healthy and what you knew he would enjoy.

If it took you ages to find, you didn’t mind too much. You knew it wouldn’t impact on your plans going forward.

Around the side of Miguel’s office, a few wires connected just behind a broken section of the wall. You had to hold your breath to squeeze half into it in order to reach them.

“This is a very bad idea.”

You jumped, hit your head against the wall in your startle, and groaned in the unexpected pain. Lyla watched with a humoured smirk from where she’d appeared, projected out of your personal watch.

“It’ll be fine,” you said. “He won’t even know it was me.”

“He will,” she corrected. “But that’s not what I’m worried about. I know you can handle Miguel yourself but I think you shouldn’t play with electricity.”

“When you asked me to get him to take a break, you should have known I’d need to resort to some extreme measures.”

She sighed and waved a hand for you to continue. You squeezed your way further in so you could reach the wire that fed his office and a few of the surrounding halls. Hobie showed you it wouldn’t turn off the rest of the complex when he did it last time as a joke.

“I’ve already backed up everything he’s working on. If he throws you out, I take no responsibility for it.”

You grinned cut the wire. Everything plummeted into darkness around you, computers shut off loudly and the ever-present hum stopped. You grinned proudly and dropped your cutter back into its space before you headed to the office.

You realised one of the main problems when you walked through the doors and spotted him on his platform. The one that wouldn’t move now without electricity.

“Wow,” you said loudly. “Can you believe the timing of this?”

He turned slowly. The silence stretched thickly between you, your smile a match for his glare. Lyla was right, he knew exactly what had happened.

“Either you have to come down here or find a way to get me up there,” you called. “Because I can’t reach you otherwise.”

You held up the food right as a bright web attached to your chest. It pulled you forward and lifted you into the air as though you weighed nothing. It might not be the first time it had happened to you but you’d never really get used to the sensation of being dragged around.

He steadied you when you landed, his hand rested on your arm until you gained your balance back. His lip curled up ever so slightly as he waited.

“I brought food,” you said and sat down in your chair.

“What did you do?”

“Went a ridiculous distance to get this for you,” you noted. “Do you know how far this place is? And then I got back and the power disappeared. Had to walk here in the dark.”

“Do you know how busy I was? How much you may have gotten lost?”

“I’m sure Lyla managed to get it saved. You can take a break while she finds the fault.”

He loomed above you, leaned down and opened his mouth ever so slightly. Finally, you had an opportunity to see those massive fangs you loved so much. You loved his habit of using them to intimidate. He didn’t even do it purposefully.

“You can’t really be blaming me for the electricity,” you said.

“I’m not stupid.”

You finally placed the packet of food aside, reached up and grabbed the front of his suit so you could pull him closer. You used your free hand to cup his jaw, ran your thumb over his bottom lip. Those fangs really were beautiful. What you’d give to have them showing more often…

“I need you to take a break,” you said. “It might take a while to fix. You may as well give your body a small rest, okay?”

Before you let him go, you pressed a small kiss to the underside of his jaw. He leaned into the touch just enough to let you know you’d been somewhat forgiven for your meddling.

He took the food from you, muttered something about stubbornness, and listened as you spoke about everything you’d been waiting to tell him.

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[kamii-2]

i accidentally posted it but i screenshotted it before i deleted it 😭😭 anyway it’s gonna be short and to the point bc i don’t know much about her still but im trying my best to find things about her 🫡

warning(s): cussing, smut

genre: smut

pairing(s): azzi fudd x fem!reader

not proofread ☹️

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“fuck!” you moaned as azzi stuck her tongue in you, you didn’t expect it. azzi was on her knees on the floor and you were on the bed propping yourself up on the bed with your elbows. she removed her tongue and added her fingers and licked and sucked on your clit, making you approach your orgasm faster than expected.

azzi was going faster the more you moaned, you tried to hold it in as long as possible but the ways he was fucking you nothing was staying in. “oh god, azzi, i’m cumming.” you told her in between moans, “go ahead.” she said in between your legs.

she helped you ride out your orgasm and got up off her knees after. you laid there trying to catch your breath, you looked up when you heard the sound of the strap being put on. when you looked up you seen azzi buckling the strap on, she looked fine as hell. her hair in a low bun, sports bra, and a pair of lacy black panties.

she was walking up to you with the strap on and you continued to admire her. “you’re so beautiful.” you told her while using your elbows to prop yourself up and admire her, she smiled at you and gave you a kiss, “thank you, you look beautiful too.”

she put her hands on your hips and lined herself up with your entrance, she squeezed your hips to let you know she was entering you. even thought she told you she was going to enter you didn’t expect for it to be so hard. you moaned in pleasure and a little bit of pain. she continued the harshness but added more speed every few seconds, you were a moaning mess and just a mess in general. you had tears in your eyes and some down your face and you started to sweat a little.

“oh, fuck.. azzi, i can’t take it anymore.” you told her, your voice a bit broken and gone. “yes you can, you’ve taken harsher.” she said sort of panting, you moaned instead of replying to her. “i need to cum, b-badly.” you told her while moaning uncontrollably. “hold it for a little longer.” she said. she thought it would be funny to press under your stomach above your pussy and you couldn’t hold it anymore, you cummed all over the strap. “why would you do that.” you while out of breath and smiling. “because i want to.” she smiled back, giving you a kiss.

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sorry it’s so short and took so long to get out. anyway i hope you enjoyed, have good day/night, love you 💋💋

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[rotten-corpses-blog]

Just the two of us

IT’S DONE!! omfg I think this may be the best thing I have written in a long time.

Content Warning: Breeding kink, mentions of lactation, smut, slight jealousy, fluffy ending

(I’m going to say this is how reader got pregnant with their baby for that other fic, I may make a series of Billy as a dad because it’s cute. idk) 

Billy hasn’t seen you in forever and it’s starting to catch up to him. Fucking Sidney stole away his Y/N again. It feels like you and Sidney are together all the time, leaving no room for him to spend time with you. So he decided to swing by your house to see if you're there, you said you would be back by now aways.

You had just gotten back from Sidney’s house, you had been feeling horrible for ignoring your boyfriend, Billy. You really don’t mean too, you and Sid’s group project is taking longer than expected. You then heard your window open, you looked up to see Billy climb through your bedroom window. “Billy! I didn’t expect you to come today.” you said. Billy got closer to you and then pulled you into a hug. “I missed you so much, god damn Sid took you away from me.” You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. “Bills, nobody could take you away from me, we were just working on a project.” Billy nuzzled his face closer to you, and took you closer into his arms. “Yeah baby, you're mine. All mine.” he said as he started to kiss your neck. You moaned at the slight touch. The affection that Billy was giving you was starting to get more aggressive, you felt his hands run down your body towards your boobs. “God babe, I can’t wait to claim you.” Billy said, now looking into your eyes. “What do you mean by that?” you asked with a blush on your face. Billy chuckled, “I’m gonna put my children in you.” he whispered, you felt your face get even redder than it was before. You couldn’t even respond before Billy’s lips were on yours. As you two were kissing you felt Billy’s hands run down your body and then ripping off your shirt and sleep shorts. “No bra or panties?” Billy said as he looked up and down your naked body, “Shit, you're so beautiful.” You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as Billy looked at you like a wolf who caught his prey. “B-billy please.” you whined, you sounded so pathetic. “What is it baby? Billy asked, “I need you Billy…” you moaned, rubbing your thighs together to try to get some kind of friction to your aching, wet cunt. Billy looked over your body once more before getting off the bed and getting rid of his clothes. You were practically drooling over his cock the second you saw it. “Is my little breeding bitch ready for this cock? Just from the look on your face I think I know the answer.” Billy said, as got back into his place between your legs. You felt his red tip rub against your entrance, “You ready for this baby?” Billy asked in a low voice, when you nodded you felt him slide in. The pleasure you were both getting was incredible, causing you both to give out loud moans. “Oh baby, I have been thinking about this for so long. I have been just waiting to fill you up with my babies, make you a mother.” Billy groaned out, You moaned at his words and the thought of being impregnated tonight wasn’t a bad thought. Billy’s thrusts started to get faster until he was pounding you so hard your boobs were bouncing in front of him. Billy softly grabbed one of your breasts and started to squeeze it, “You have such pretty tits, they will look even better filled with milk for our babies.” Billy said as he bent his head to lick your nipple. Between Billy’s words, thrusts, and stimulation on your nipples, you were in heaven. You felt yourself come closer to an orgasm, and by way Billy was thrusting into you, he was close too. Billy quickly pulled you into a mating press and fucked you rough. “Billy! I’m gonna cum!” you yelled, “Me too baby, fuck i’m going to fill your womb!” Billy groaned after a few more thrust you felt your orgasm course through you. You loudly squealed as Billy came inside of you, coating your insides white. Billy flipped you two over and laid you on his bare chest with his cock still inside of you plugging up the cum. Your eyes met Billy’s, you always think your boyfriend is beautiful, but in this moment he looked enchanting. “I love you Billy.” you said through pants, Billy gave you one of his rare real smiles and kissed your forehead. “I love you too babe.” When you went to sleep that night you could have swore you heard Billy whisper a soft “Thank You” in your ear.

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[writethrough]

Hello! I just finished reading your Morpheus fics and I absolutely love them! So I thought about requesting something, too. Morpheus x reader where reader is feeling well and calls for him. They spend all evening togheter after a long time. reading togheter, watching some movies, talking and sharing their thoughts... until Morpheus notice it’s really late, almost midnight, and it’s time for reader to sleep, but she doesn't want to ‘cause Morpheus is always busy and she misses spending time with him, even whe she's asleep lately he was never there. Morpheus feels guilty and promises her he’ll be more present, especially in her dreams. A nice ending where he stays with her until she falls asleep, and him appearing in her dreams as he promised? Thank you 💖

A Homemade Remedy

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Synopsis: After days of dealing with your sickness by yourself, you give in and call your boyfriend, hoping he'll come.

Warnings: Minor language

Word Count: 815

A/N: Stop two on the apology tour. I'm so sorry this has taken so long! And I want to thank you profusely for your patience. And for sending the request in. I really hope you enjoy this fluffy little fic!

Normally, you wouldn’t bother Morpheus with this. He had more important things to deal with instead. But you felt as if Death would appear at any moment, and all you wanted was some comfort from your boyfriend. 

You pressed the ruby pendant he gifted you to your heart, croaking his name. 

“Beloved?” 

You blinked, seemingly slower than usual. 

“Hi,” you whispered, covers pulled to your chin. 

He took you in for a few moments, brows pinched slightly. You could only tell he was worried because of how long you’d known him. 

“You are unwell.” 

“S’just a—” A coughing fit started, only ceasing when he handed you your glass of water. “Just a cold.” 

Between the tissues piled in the trash beside your bed, the bottle of medication without its lid, and the two additional blankets on top of you, he knew that wasn’t the case. You’d been here much longer than a few hours. 

“Why did you not call for me when your ailment began?” 

And there it was, the look you were dreading the more you prolonged summoning him. You’re not even sure he’s aware of his “kicked puppy” look. 

You shrugged, pulling the covers just below your nose.  

Morpheus made no sound—as graceful and Endless as ever. The only indication he had moved was the lifting of your blankets as he slid in behind you. 

“Turn around, my love.” 

You were far too weak and needy to refuse. 

Settling with your head on his thigh, he rested a hand on your hair. 

“I am here now, and I will take care of you,” he said. “Whatever you may need, I will gather.” 

“Just this.” Your voice barely carried on a whisper. 

“Then here I shall remain.” 

Morpheus always spoke softer than you would expect while still containing all the authority in the universe, but it sounded even softer. It held gentleness—kindness—a quality that said, “You are precious to me.” 

“What about the Dreaming?” you asked, eyes closed. 

“In Lucienne’s capable hands,” he replied without hesitation. You were so considerate of him and his duties, for once, he wished you’d be selfish.  

“What if she needs you?” Even as you said this, your arm settled over his lap. 

“She has looked after my realm much longer than you will be ill.” 

You squeezed him as best you could at the reminder. You didn’t like to think about what had happened to him. Though you met long after that, it hurt to know someone could do that to another being—human or not. 

Morpheus had reassured you he had healed. Much of that having to do with you. 

“Could you read to me, then?” you asked. 

A book appeared in seconds, his voice matching perfectly to the cadence of the lines. It didn’t matter what he was saying, hearing him speak in that hypnotic rumble was enough. Even the flipping of the page didn’t distract you. He was captivating from the first word. 

He’d read two chapters when your stomach growled. 

“When did you last eat?” His smile was soft, thumb grazing your arm. 

You shrugged, not wanting to be scolded. 

“Can you eat?” 

You weren’t sure if it was how shitty you were feeling, how tired you were, or how helpless you felt, but his words went straight to your heart. 

He considered how you might feel. He wasn’t pushing you to eat, but asking if you thought you could stomach anything. He wanted to help, but not at the risk of causing you more discomfort. 

You nodded, keeping your eyes closed so he wouldn’t see them watering. 

“Here.” He helped you sit up before picking up the bowl of broth that had manifested on the nightstand. 

You went to grab it, but he tutted, picking the spoon up himself and bringing it to your mouth. 

“I can feed myself,” you said after swallowing. 

“I know,” he said. “Please. Let me help you.” 

You ate the next spoonful without complaint, and soon, the bowl was empty. 

“Thank you,” you mummered, head nestled into the crook of his shoulder. 

“It’s late, you must rest,” he whispered into your hair. 

You shook your head, and tried to snuggle yourself closer to him, like if you planted yourself firmly enough, he wouldn’t be able to leave. 

“Haven’t seen you in forever,” you mumbled. “Don’t wanna waste it.” 

Guilt flooded Morpheus. He knew he had been neglectful of you, but you had been so patient with him. You were the embodiment of understanding—and he had taken advantage of that. 

“Go to sleep, dear one. I will meet you in the Dreaming.” His lips pressed to your crown. 

You hummed, head growing heavy. 

And when your eyes opened, there he was, holding you as you laid in his chambers. 

He smiled fondly, brushing your chin with his knuckles. 

“What shall we do now, my love?” 

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[ryuyejiho]

"On your knees" - Wooyoung

Pairing: Wooyoung X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut

Summary: Don't disturb the cook in the kitchen because it may end badly.

Word Count: ~1.2K

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"Would you be willing to kindly bring me flour from the pantry?"

"'Kindly? I help you all the time," I spoke up indignantly, but I wanted to laugh at how quickly he was getting annoyed

"You don't help. You just sit and comment on what I'm doing wrong" he threw the spoon into the sink and made an offended face, specifically looking at me so I could see how unhappy he was.

"Okay, okay, I'll get it. Jeez," with a heaviness I got up and headed for the pantry. After a few minutes I was back.

"When can we eat?" I asked, placing the bag of flour on a chair.

"Then when it's ready. It would be faster if you helped me," he turned around and put the flour in a cup.

"Well, what should I do?"

"Cut up that cucumber, tomato, lettuce and kimchi. Open all the cans of corn, beans and peas and pour the water out of them. Add to a bowl and mix. Later... I'll think of something for you," I rolled my eyes and took a knife in my hand. I sliced the cucumber but quickly got bored so I put the knife down and walked closer to him and hugged his back.

"Wooyoungie, honey, darling," I mumbled but he gave no response. Finally, I moved away from him and squeezed between him and the countertop, facing him. I grabbed his cheeks and squeezed so that his lips made a pout.

"Aaaah, stop, don't bother!" he exclaimed but couldn't hide his smile.

"I'm bored, can't we order take-out and do something else for this time?" I tried to convince him in a charming voice.

"No," he replied shortly and continued stirring something in the bowl while looking over my shoulder. I knew it wouldn't do anything and he was too adamant so standing on tiptoe I moved closer to his neck which I started kissing. At first he whined that I shouldn't disturb him, but I knew how much he liked it.

"Come on, I know you want to do something else now," I whispered in his ear at which his muscles tensed but he shook his head.

"If you want to eat fast then step back and don't bother me," he moved away from me standing by the induction cooker.

" I want to eat ... you," I said looking at him. He pulled his eyebrows together and gripped the countertop tighter. "We can finish later. So please..."

"Do you want to eat me?" he spoke up in a low voice quickly walking up to me, grabbed my hips and pressed me against the countertop.

"Yes..." I whispered. I honestly didn't expect such a sudden reaction but I won't complain.

""Then on your knees," he said it as if he was giving me an order, nodding his head in a gesture of demonstration.

I had to give myself a moment to understand what was happening, he grabbed the side of my neck and brought his face closer to mine. Repeating the same words, he began to push me down. I smiled and crouched down, immediately pulling down his sweatpants. I licked my lips as I saw his cock in front of me which was getting harder and harder. Without waiting a moment longer, I took it in my hand and put it in my mouth. He let out a loud hiss and clamped his fingers firmly on my head.

After a few minutes of sucking him lazily I wanted to pull him out but he prevented me from doing so, pushing my head to his hips. I started to choke but somehow it didn't particularly seem to bother me, to be honest I was starting to get used to it.

I guess Wooyoung's biggest fetish was choking, and he showed it more than once, once in a more drastic way and once in a less drastic way.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth for me to breathe but immediately put it in again, this time he was the one setting the pace. He was literally fucking my throat, I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat and the pressure of his fingers on my head getting harder with each thrust.

I lifted my gaze and looked at him, he was looking at me with his lips parted from which fairly loud moans were pouring out, his hips moving back and forth. He moved his fingers of one hand to my cheek and held my hair tightly with his other hand.

I knew he was quite close to orgasm, his movements getting stronger, faster and sometimes careless with each passing minute. Whenever he was close nothing could stop him, always with only the goal in his mind to feel blissful as soon as possible. Of course, this doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to anything else but himself, he always does everything so that we can enjoy an orgasm together at the same time.

And when we were in a one-sided situation, like this one now, he always returned the favor. That's why I knew that the better I did him good, the better reward I would get.

"Is that what you wanted? Did you want to feel my cock in your mouth? Did you want to feel my cum?" I was unable to answer so I only muttered. But he suddenly stopped his movements and pulled his cock out of my mouth " Then you'll get it somewhere else".

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me upwards immediately turning me around with my back to him. He pushed me impently onto the countertop and lifted one leg putting my knee on the countertop. I was uncomfortable, the edge of the countertop pressing into my hip. But when he pounded into me with his cock all those thoughts went away. All I could think about now was how good he felt inside me. How good he was fucking me.

He spanked my buttocks from time to time, pressing my body against the kitchen counter with his other hand. Because of his hard strokes into me, my body kept bouncing on the furniture. The entire kitchen was filled with the sounds of our bodies hitting each other, the banging of the cabinet door below me and the containers and bottles sliding around my head.

Our moans were getting louder, Wooyoung's thrusts were getting sloppier and not as rhythmic as before. He pounded faster and harder which brought me momentarily to orgasm. I felt through the overstimulation squirt on his thighs, moments after that he put his fingers on my clit and started rubbing it as fast as if his life depended on it.

Feeling all this pleasure and feeling his cum spill deep inside me, I came again squirting so much that his thigh was all wet and a small puddle formed on the floor between our legs.

He gave me one last spank and came out of me. When most of his cum had flowed out of me and was now dripping between my thighs, I stood up straight to kiss him. But he moved away and, smiling ominously, said " You think it's over? Go to the bedroom."

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[3:45PM] Suna Rintarou (prequel of DD) [1]

I won't deny that this man owns and occupies my heart and mind. I know I do favor this man more than the others. He's just so... dreamy. Here's the prequel if you read DD - Suna Rintarou

Warning: smut; younger Rin (but he's an adult) (18+)

Prequel (part 2)

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Suna Rintarou was renowned for maintaining a poker face, a stoic demeanor, and generally displaying little to no expression.

Yet, his jaw fell open, and his eyes widened as he locked eyes with the pilot of the plane designated to take him home.

She glanced at him, making eye contact before looking away and disappearing at the front of the plane.

As if she didn’t recognize him.

Did she recognize him?

The man she slept with hours ago.

The man who left her alone in her hotel room?

Rin swallowed the lump in his throat and sank further into his cubicle. Shame attacked him as he was reminded how he snuck out like a thief once she fell asleep. Neither of them promised each other anything other than sex so he wasn’t sure why he was feeling guilty about his walk of shame.

The tiredness he felt moments ago was no longer there, he was wide awake, which was unusual for him as he was always knocked out on the plane.

His heart jumped when he heard the intercom, her, make the announcement.

She was a fucken pilot.

The fucken pilot of the plane he was on to fly back home.

He groaned, trying hard to push away all the lewd memories of hours ago but his mind took over, reminding him how she felt around him, how she responded to him… how he responded to her.

It was nothing he had ever felt before.

She looked so innocent when he approached her, thinking she was just another woman he could kill time with while in another country.

At first, she played hard to get, or so he thought, she dodged all his advances and his flirting until at last, he was straightforward with her.

Because he was desperate for her.

“Look,” he chuckled in defeat and embarrassment for admitting he was desperate, “you’re fucken beautiful and I really want you.” Rin has never lowered himself that low for sex before but there’s something about this woman that is pushing him to his limits.

He expected her refusal, again, until she leaned over and whispered, “room 820 in twenty minutes.”

That was the longest twenty minute wait of his life.

The moment she opened the door, he was greeted by her in a hotel robe.

Rin thought he was going to be the one giving her the best time of her life when in fact, it was the other way around.

The way she rode him was like he was at her mercy. The way she came around his tongue and trembled around his fingers, it was one of the proudest moments of his life when she fell apart because of him. The way she took him in her mouth and milked every last drop of his cum, swallowing the load that he wished badly would have shot down into her pussy instead.

He was not one to envision ejaculating inside a pussy, he has never done so but at that moment, wanted badly to do so. In hers.

He lost all his senses when his cock was finally embedded inside her pussy, the way she squeezed him had him wanting to cum like he was a teenager again.

Time was a blur between them. They were both spent after a few rounds, exhausted to the max, and all he remembered was pulling her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her teeth-marked shoulder before he shut his eyes.

“I’ll leave in a few minutes,” he promised to himself. The comforting warmth and seamless way her body nestled into his arms compelled him to sink further into a profound state of rest.  

The next time he opened his eyes, it was because of the annoying vibration of a phone.

His phone.

Realizing he had fallen deeply asleep, he quickly and gently pulled his arms free from beneath her and searched for his phone. He was late checking in with his team to fly home.

He rushed to find his clothing and put them on.

Glancing over his shoulder, the unknown woman was still peacefully asleep. His eyes scanned her naked back, seeing all the marks he left on her.

He hesitated to wake her and notify her that he needed to go. Rin searched the room for a notepad and pen but was unable to find any.

Second thoughts plagued his mind, they were in another country, and the whole point was to be a no-string-attached night.

What were the odds of running into each other again?

Third thoughts plagued his mind, his heart tugged at the thought of walking away without a word.

In the end, he rushed out of her hotel room. The moment the door closed shut, he pushed away the regret feeling in his heart and rushed to his hotel room to pack his belongings.

But all the memories of hours ago returned in full force.

Rin suddenly remembered how her lips, skin, and pussy tasted.

“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling his cock rise. He bunched the thin blanket around his waist to conceal his raging boner.

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Rin tried very hard to try and sneak a peek towards the pilot pit for a glance at Y/n. It was once or twice that she came out to speak to the flight attendants who were in charge of the first class but she did not spare a glance in his direction. No matter how much he silently manifested for her to turn and look in his direction.

It wasn’t until they were about to land that he heard her over the speakers and cursed his body as it reacted on its own to her voice.

He is suddenly reminded of how she moaned and whimpered under his touch, under his thrusts. Quickly, he tried to push thoughts to deter him from having another boner, in which he had to go to the bathroom earlier to relieve himself.

When the plane landed, he tried to stall as long as he could, taking his merry time.

“Sir is there something I can help you with?” the kind flight attendant asked, wondering why he was still on the plane.

Without beating around the bush he asked bluntly, “I’d like to have a word with the pilot please?”

The flight attendant looked taken back but quickly nodded and excused herself. She returned with someone else behind her, “sir, this is one of our pilots that flew the plane.”

It was not Y/n.

“I was sure there was another pilot, a woman?”

“Oh,” the male pilot nodded, “she already departed the plane, she’s on duty below the aircraft. Is there something I can help you with?”

Rin shook his head, suddenly annoyed. “No, thank you.”

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Rin found her, and after twenty minutes of waiting, she finally exited out of the gates with her small luggage. Her eyes locked with his and she casually looked away as if she just caught eyes with any random stranger.

Just as she was about to walk past him, his hand darted out to grab her wrist. “Going to pretend that a few hours ago we weren’t just tangled in bed together?”

Her brow twitched before she smiled coldly, “my bad, I thought you were done with me after sneaking out of my room those few hours ago?” She snatched her wrist free, “what happened in Milan, stays in Milan, Suna Rintarou.”

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Frustration.

That was Rin’s days and nights, full of frustration.

Frustrated he has not been able to get her out of his mind after two weeks.

Frustrated he doesn’t even know her name.

He was frustrated he didn’t even know where to even look for her.

And he was sexually frustrated.

Any thoughts and memories of her leave him with a raging boner.

He is haunted by her in his dreams, waking up with a raging boner.

Everything about her resulted in him with a raging boner.

“Ahh,” his voice trembles along with his body as he comes all over his hand. Milky and dewy fluid coated his hand as he watched it wash down the drain. “I’m going crazy…”

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He was going crazy.

Rin blinks a few times, he’s got to be going crazy that he is now hallucinating.

But every time he blinked, she remained a few tables from him, engrossed in her phone as she ate her food. She looked like she was alone eating dinner at the local ramen shop he went to a few blocks from his apartment.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up in a second,” he murmured to the Miya brothers.

As he neared her table, she was distracted enough she didn’t sense his presence until he tapped the edge of her table. Slowly, she looked at his hand before looking up into his eyes. Her brow lifted as she reached for her napkin to wipe her mouth.

“Is this seat available?” he asked with a smile, his smile that emphasized the dimples on his cheeks.

She glanced around the small restaurant, “there are other seats available besides this one.”

“But I want this one?”

“You can have it then,” she murmurs, crossing her arms over her chest.

Rin’s cock twitched as his eyes should not have been on her chest, but watching her cross her arms, thrust those bosom upward. He could clearly remember what they looked and felt like beneath that thin shirt she wore.

He wasted no time to sit down across from her. His right leg immediately crossed over his other leg to keep the throbbing rod between his legs under control. “You already know my name but I’m Suna Rin, may I know yours?”

“Being a gentleman now, are you?” Y/n leaned back in her seat.

Rin’s smile only widened, he needed every charm in his book to woo her. He could tell that she was going to make it very challenging for him. “I’ve always been a gentleman… depending on what your definition is, of course.”

As if he read her mind, he chuckled and corrected, “forgive me, I may not have been a gentleman in the sheets…” but you knocked every sense out of me, turning me into a beast.

“Y/n. Y/l/n Y/f/n,” she answered after a few seconds. She reached for her cup and sipped the liquid. She stares at him blankly, and then advert her gaze to the others that he came into the restaurant with. “Your friends probably want you back.”

Rin turned his head to look at the Miya brothers who quickly looked away, pretending to not have been watching them the entire time like they were soap opera show. “Don’t worry about them, they’re fine without me. I’m the third wheel anyways.” He turned his gaze back to her, “I thought, maybe I could keep you company?”

“No thank you.”

The smile on his face widened, “then… how about you keep me company?”

“No thank you.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She gets up and Rin’s smile fades, “you have a good night, Suna.”

He watched her return her dishes and stood up quickly to block her path. “Wait, please,” he begged desperately. “I’m sorry about before. You can believe that karma came back at me because…” his breath hitched softly, “I’ve been going fucken crazy about you.”

“Is that… my problem?”

Yes, he wanted to answer.

Rin chuckled, “you’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?” He lets out a deep breath and drops down onto one knee.

“What are you doing?” She growled quietly, noticing the wondering eyes at them.

“Atoning my sins,” Rin settles onto both knees, looking up at him with puppy eyes. “Forgive me, please?”

“Get up…” She glared at him with a stiff smile, she could hear teenagers whispering and giggling amongst each other.

“Not until you forgive me and go on a date with me,” he reached for her hands, clasping a firm grip around her when he noticed she was trying to make a run for it. “Please, forgive me.”

At this point, he didn’t care how low he had to go, he was desperate for her.

“Get up right now, Rintarou,” she gritted through her teeth, smiling warmly at the others in the restaurant.

“I already love the way you say my name,” he chuckled at her death glare. He wasn’t helping his case but at this point, he didn’t really care. “Just forgive me and go on a date with me, please.”

“He’s begging you!”

“Forgive him already!”

Others in the room began supporting Rin as he smiled at them, silently thanking them.

“Fine,” Y/n growled, tugging her hands from his grip, “get up, you’re embarrassing me.”

He got up quickly and held out his hand, “phone please?”

She narrowed her eyes at him but handed her phone over.

“Unlock it please.”

Once her phone unlocked, he went straight to her call app and typed in his number. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Smiling, he hands her phone back, “please don’t ignore me.”

.

And she does.

Rin knew he should have walked her home or something, figure out where she lived.

It has been over 10 hours and he hasn’t gotten a response from her. He’s called her twice and left her a lengthy voicemail and six text messages.

He was just about to fall asleep when his phone dinged a notification followed by another.

Not having much expectations, he reached over lazily and looked at the screen thinking it was his friend's chat going off.

His eyes widened and he sat up quickly.

Sorry, I was working.

Had a 12-hour non-stop flight to Seattle.

I’ll return home in three days. Tell me, where and when.

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God, she’s so fucken cute, Rin thought silently to himself, a smile spreading on his face. He watched her cook the beef on the grill.

She looked up, locking eyes with him before reaching over to place a piece of meat on his rice. “Eat, stop looking at me.”

He wasn’t even sorry he was caught gawking at her, his smile only widened as he happily ate the piece of meat she cooked. He reaches over and grabs a piece of meat off the grill, placing it on her bowl of rice.

Rin might be imagining it but he swears that the corner of her lips slightly curved upward.

“How long have you been a pilot?”

Her face scrunched up cutely thinking about his question. Everything she was doing, Rin found cute.

“I’ve been flying since I turned 22,” she paused for a moment, “I’ve been a pilot for almost five years.”

Rin tried doing the math in his head.

“You’re doing the math in your head, right?” She chuckles, completely reading him. She answered the unasked question, “I’m 26 turning 27 in a few months.”

He was taken aback, not expecting her answer.

“Am I way older than you?”

Quickly he played it cool and shrugged his shoulders, “just a little.”

“How little?”

Did age matter to her?

He didn’t have a problem with the age gap. He is aware that age is a sensitive topic for most women.

“Just a five-year gap,” he answered meekly, “I’m turning 22 on the 25th of this month.”

Y/n groans, swearing under her breath. “Fuck, you’re just a baby.”

He wanted to say something cheeky but thought it would be best not to. “I’m not… a baby…” He lets out a chuckle that was meant to mask his groan instead, his pants have become tight at the sight of her cute pout. “I – I hope that’s not an issue…”

“It is.”

Rin felt his heart drop and disappointed, gently set his chopsticks down. “Then, let’s pretend we didn’t just find out how old we are?”

“Too late,” she looked away with a huff.

She set her chopsticks down and Rin began to panic.

“Who – who cares if you’re older… all that matters is – “ he was choking on his words. He froze and just stared at her.

The corner of her mouth twitched before she broke out a smile that made his cock harden instantly.

“I’m just kidding, it’s fine… I mean it’s not but… it is what it is,” she shrugged. “I guess… this makes me a cougar.” She tilted her head and gave him a lopsided smile, “we’re both adults, right?” She reached for the tongs and began flipping the overly-cooked meat on the grill. “Eat up,” she stacked a few pieces of meat on his rice.

Rin blinked lost, “were you just… making fun of me?”

“Not at all!” she exclaimed, but the sly mischievous smile on her face told him otherwise.

He chuckled and shook his head, still uncertain about how to behave in her presence. “I see,” he remarked, looking up at her. “All this time, I was unsure about how to act around you, but it seems you’re enjoying yourself. Should I join in the fun too?”

Arching an eyebrow in response to his question, she watched him rise to lean over. Rin extended his hand, delicately holding her chin and tilting it as he leaned in to kiss her.

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She didn’t trust her jello legs, she couldn’t even feel them.

Rin smirked to himself, glad she couldn’t see it as he carried her to his bathroom. Her arms tightened around his neck as she held on to him tightly, like a baby koala with her arms and legs wrapped around him.

With each step he took, the tip of his cock is squeezed by her soft and warm pussy.

The last twenty minutes were a blur, a pleasurable blur.

They made it back to his place and neither could hold it off any longer, they did not make it past his foyer before he had her pressed against the wall and was sheath deeply inside her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as he tried to control his breath. “I – I forgot a condom…” It was no wonder his senses were knocked out the moment he felt heaven wrapped around his cock.

He was about to withdraw when Y/n’s already wrapped legs around his hips tightened, preventing him from doing so. “It’s – it’s okay… I’m the pill…” She expected him to doubt her, as he should considering they barely knew each other, but instead, trust, she saw trust in his eyes.

“Okay,” he whispered with a smile and kissed her.

Rin wasn’t sure if his strength was just superb or if Y/n weighed nothing in his arms. He was able to hold her weight and use one hand to place a towel on the bathroom counter and gently set her down. Slowly, he withdrew from her warm pussy and hissed at the cool air hitting his cock. Immediately followed was the creamy white cum he stuffed inside her, dripping onto the floor.

Y/n gasped softly, a hand moving to press and cover her pussy as she closed her legs but Rin was quick to stop her. He pushed away her hand, eyes glued to her glistening wet pussy.

“Let me get it out before we take a bath,” his voice is husky and low.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, “you just want to finger me…” she teased.

The corner of his lips curved as he didn’t deny her accusation, “that too.”

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Rin tiredly reached for Y/n when his hand was met with the cold and empty spot beside him.

His eyes shot open and reality hit him, he was alone in his room.

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E/n: Please, I write Rin in a dreamy form but please practice safe sex. Don't follow my writings lol is it bad if my tags already suggest it's about Suna? My top tags are always about Rin or Omi

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Call It What You Want (Superstar Chapter 2)

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to 

 Sequel to Superstar where the Reader and Roy Kent have their first date.

Roy Kent x Reader

5.7k words

Warnings: language (because Roy Kent), adults drinking adult drinks

Note: We’re in a parallel universe where Roy & Keeley never date and Keeley is in a healthy relationship with Jamie. Also, this came out a bit longer than I expected but dang it was fun to write!

The tension came to a head during lunch that Friday, our office door closed as we both sat at my desk, eating falafel out of the foil containers Roy had smuggled in past Ted and Beard. As I took a bite, I snuck a glance at Roy, who was gazing at the orange sticky note he’d stuck above my computer the day before:

~

It had been a week since Roy Kent had discovered the shrine to himself in my childhood bedroom. The following days had been sprinkled with autographs left on any papers that didn’t look too important, teasing pleas for no pictures during work hours, and one particularly mocking offer to save his beard trimmings the next time he shaved. But it was also filled with lingering stares in the hall, chocolate muffins left on my desk each morning, lunches shared in our tiny office, and the occasional smile and wink on the pitch when no one else was looking. A few times, Roy even brushed his fingers against mine when we squeezed by each other in doorways. With each small touch or moment of longing eye contact, I felt myself wondering how long it would take for one of us to break.

To my biggest fan

XOXO Roy Kent

“When’s your mum’s birthday?”

God, would I ever get used to his out of nowhere questions? “Why, d’you want to crash her birthday dinner too?”

A snort flew out of his nose as he turned his attention back to his lunch. “No. Just wanted to make sure you’re not busy tonight before I ask you out.”

Look up the signs of a heart attack when you get home, you might be having one. “Oh, really?” I tried to keep my breathing steady. “You think I’m the kind of girl who has no plans on a Friday night?”

Roy rolled his eyes and stuffed another bit of falafel into his mouth. “I think,” he said between bites, “you’re the kind of girl who’s gonna be really fucking annoying on our date tonight.” He paused to meet my gaze. “Unless you’ve already got plans with David Beckham? Or Lionel Messi?”

Another one of his recurring jokes that week was asking about my interest in other football players. I narrowed my eyes. “Unfortunately Becks was busy tonight,” I played along. “So, I guess I’m all yours.”

“I like the sound of that.”

A heat filled the air as Roy used his foot to roll my chair towards him, opening his knees slightly so I could come close to him. My knees hit the inside of his thighs and our noses practically touched; the back of my neck prickled. This was the closest contact we’d had since our kiss upstairs at my parents’ house. His eyes searched mine, thick eyebrows raised. My heart hammered as I leaned forward-

“Roy? Hey Roy?”

My chair was swiftly kicked back into place before Ted opened the office door, his head bent over his phone. We both quickly turned our attention back to our lunches, as if eating falafel took a lot of effort. By the time Ted looked up, Roy and I looked like we’d just been eating in silence- which was actually completely believable.

Ted’s face lit up when he saw me. “Oh, there you are. Was wondering where you’d gotten to.” He turned his attention to Roy, then paused when he saw the food in our hands. “Aw, you’re already eating.” He snapped his fingers. “I was gonna invite y’all go get some fish ‘n’ chips with me ‘n’ Beard.” He shrugged. “Well, enjoy your…” He studied the bowls a moment. “Meat? Whatever it is, looks tasty.” With an oblivious wave he turned on his heel and left, calling out for Coach Beard to follow him.

After a moment of listening to the sound of their receding footprints, followed by blessed silence, Roy finally looked back at me. “Well, he fucking ruined that moment. So, I’ll get you at seven?”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “I’ll text you my address.”

“No need.” Roy grinned. “Don’t forget, you’re an easy stalking target.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, amazed at how comfortable I had grown with Roy “he’s here, he’s there, he’s every fucking where” Kent over the past week. “I turned off my Snapchat location, thanks to you. So be nice or else no address.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Fine. Then you can just meet me at the restaurant, and we can miss out on the whole ‘you open the door and my jaw drops when I see you’ moment.”

We narrowed our eyes at each other for a moment before breaking out into matching grins.

“Pick you up at seven,” he repeated.

~

From the moment I got home from work until the moment I heard a knock on my door, my hands shook and my heart hammered. I was incredibly grateful that Roy had used the word “date” in our conversation that afternoon; if he hadn’t, I probably would have spent hours agonizing over what the evening ahead meant. Even with the confirmation that this was indeed a date, I was a mess as I agonized over the perfect outfit and fought with my hair, desperate to look special compared with what Roy saw each day at work. When the sound of knocking reached my ears at 6:59, the tremble in my hands spread to my whole body.

Relax. You know he likes you. He wouldn’t have kissed you and asked you out and tried to kiss you again if he didn’t.

An involuntary gulp escaped when I opened the door and saw Roy standing in front of me. He looked really good in his fitted black slacks and black button-down shirt. He looked even better when he smiled at me, his brown eyes traveling down my frame slowly.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyebrows raised. “You look great. Really fucking great.” He held his hand out to me, his eyes sparkling. “Are you ready then?”

We walked out to his car, neither of us saying a word. When we got to the car, he opened the door and helped me in before climbing in on his side. I shifted in my seat and cleared my throat.

“So, what’s the plan, Kent?”

“Figured we’d go sit in our office and eat takeaway,” he answered as he started the car. “Y’know, same shit we do every day.”

“Romantic,” I snarked.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, he took my hand, interlocking our fingers. “Fine, nix that plan then. How about drinks and then a late dinner? Just no fucking work talk please.”

I stared at our hands, wondering if he could feel my pounding pulse through my fingertips. “Sounds great,” I agreed, giving his hand a squeeze.

It was a somewhat quiet drive, but a comfortable one. I’d turned on the radio to some pop station, and Roy drummed out the beat with his fingers, tapping the back of my hand rhythmically. With his attention on the road, I allowed myself the opportunity to unabashedly stare at him. He was still Roy Kent: grizzled, dark, something of a brooding aura surrounding him. But he looked different that he normally did in the office, more like he had that evening at my parents’ house. His shoulders were relaxed against the driver’s seat, and his mouth was curved ever-so-slightly upwards, a shadow of a smile. As if he could feel the heat of my gaze, his eyes shifted off the road and towards me, causing his mouth to curve even further upwards.

“Admiring something?” he asked, clearly amused.

A bit embarrassed to be caught staring, I turned my eyes back to the road. “Just… taking in the sights.”

“The sights,” he repeated, nodding his head. “I’d say to take a picture since it’ll last longer, but I think you’ve got enough fucking pictures hanging at your mum’s house, wouldn’t you agree?”

My embarrassment deepened. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

Roy gave my hand a squeeze. “Nope. Only because I like seeing you blush so much.”

We finally arrived at the pub, with me refusing to look at Roy’s smug face for the rest of the car ride. He quickly got out of the car and jogged to my side, opening my door, and holding my hand to help me down.

“D’you really need such a massive car?” I teased as his hand settled in the small of my back.

A playful huff came out of Roy’s mouth. “Oi, don’t make fun of a man’s car. Otherwise, you’ll be walking home.”

“Aww, but how will you walk me to my door and kiss me at the end of the night?” I asked with a pretend pout, crossing my arms to give the full bratty effect.

Roy gave a hearty chuckle as we entered the dark pub. “You’re a presumptuous thing, you think you’re getting a kiss on the first date?”

I rolled my eyes as Roy guided me to a secluded corner booth, letting me slide in before following me into the seat. “Oh, I’m sorry, can you only kiss a girl when you’re surrounded pictures by yourself? Because I stopped carrying your photo in my wallet ages ago. Might still have a couple saved on my mobile though, would you like me to check?”

Roy stared at me hard for a moment, his dark eyes practically drilling holes into my brain. “You talk way too fucking much, anyone ever tell you that?”

Before I could come up with some clever response, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. I could only squeak weakly in response as my eyes fluttered closed. This kiss was a bit rougher than the one we’d shared a week ago, with my lips parting to mirror Roy’s own slightly open mouth. It ended entirely too soon, with Roy smirking at me.

“That ought to shut you up for a fucking minute,” he chuckled as an older woman in an apron approached, a knowing smile on her face.

“How’re you Roy?” the woman asked casually, although her eyes were on me.

Roy grunted in response, suddenly reverting to his usual monosyllabic self. “Fine. Usual, please.”

The woman hummed and raised her eyebrows at me. “And you sweetheart?”

I quickly ordered my drink, offering up a couple of pleases and thank yous. With drink orders out of the way, I finally let myself look around the pub. It was dimly lit, with a couple televisions above the bar. There was a mostly older crowd, with most other customers having at least a decade on my parents. There were darts on a far wall and a foosball table near another wall. A jukebox in one corner played a Vann Morrison song that I vaguely recognized. The place was a far cry from the loud, crowded, sweaty clubs my mates usually tried to drag me to. If I had to pick between the two, I’d take this pub any day of the week- especially with Roy Kent by my side.

When I turned my attention back to Roy, he was already staring at me, his mouth in a straight line for the first time all night. “Is this alright?” he asked bluntly. “You weren’t expecting champagne and caviar, were you?”

Behind the hard expression on his face, I could see anxiety in his eyes. My mind wandered to the women I’d seen him with in magazines and online… models, influencers, a couple B-list actresses, none sticking around for more than a couple months. I’d even read one blog post about a woman who stole his watch before ending the relationship. It dawned on me that most of the women he dated would probably not be okay with a place like this. Despite the almost-scowl on Roy’s face, I felt myself melt at the realization that he was nervous about what I thought of the place.

“I think,” I said after a moment, “that this place is great.” I laid my hand on his, feeling him relax instantly beneath my touch. “You must come here a lot if you have a usual?”

“Couple of times a month,” he admitted, his facial expression softening. “The old geezers know who I am, but they leave me alone for the most part, sometimes give me shit about Richmond when the team fucks up. Never have to worry about them posting pictures of me on Twitter or some shit. And the barkeep, Rose, she doesn’t always tally up all my beers correctly and undercharges me all the fuckin’ time.” His smile returned. “So at Christmas I like to clear a tab or two, to make up for the free shit I get.” He nodded to himself. “It’s nice to just come here and have a beer, not have to worry about being Roy Kent, y’know?” He squinted at me for a moment. “Alright, now you kiss me, because I’m talking way too fucking much.”

I laughed as the older woman- Rose- returned with our drinks. She smiled at me as she set down my glass. “He must like you,” she mused, her eyes darting to Roy. “Never brings his dates here. ’less you count that pretty-boy soccer player. Went on that bloody reality show. The one they sing that stupid shark song about?”

“Jamie Tartt?” I offered, eyebrows raised. I turned to Roy, whose eyes were practically behind his head. “Do I have competition? Because Jamie Tartt is definitely hotter than me.”

Roy dramatically threw his head back and let out a massive, growling sigh as Rose walked away, her chuckles echoing behind her. “Don’t ever call Tartt hot, I swear I’ll cut my ears off.”

“Relax, van Gogh,” I scoffed. “I won’t get jealous of Jamie if you don’t.”

“Hmmf.” Roy eyed me carefully, taking a sip of his beer. “Who’s hotter, me or Tartt?” he challenged. The tiny upturn at the corner of his mouth assured me that he was teasing.

“Definitely Jamie,” I deadpanned, taking a sip from my own glass. “I’m only here because he and Cristiano Ronaldo didn’t call me back.”

Roy shook his head and smiled, sliding his hand out from under mine and placing his on top. “Just so you know,” he murmured, leaning in close. “Ronaldo’s a fuckin’ prick.”

Before I could laugh, he pressed his lips to mine, mirroring the kiss from earlier, but gentler, slower now, full of affection. My eyes fluttered closed as I kissed him back, the little voice in my head unable to form a coherent sentence.

Roy Kent kissing me it’s Roy Kent he’s here he’s there he’s kissing me Roy Kent

~

“Fuck.” Roy gazed at his phone. “We were supposed to be at the restaurant a fucking hour ago.” He grimaced as his eyes met mine. “Had a reservation and everything.”

My fingers traced the rim of the glass in front of me as I shook my head. “Roy, it’s fine,” I laughed.

We had spent the last couple of hours- and rounds of drinks- cuddled in our booth, cracking jokes and sharing stories. Roy told me about his sister and his little niece and reluctantly explained his workout routine with Jamie Tartt, while I shared stories about my ridiculous brothers and gave a detailed ranking of Jane Austen’s leading men. The way his arm wrapped around the back of the booth and his hand grazed my shoulder made missing the reservation worth it.

Roy wrinkled his nose. “I should feed you,” he argued. “’d be a shit date if I didn’t.” He glanced at his phone again. “D’you like pizza?”

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting across from each other, sodas in front of us, Roy’s pensive expression tinted red by the neon glow advertising Fresh Pizza.

“Can I tell you somethin’?”

I nodded, sipping my Coke through a straw. “Hmm?”

“This is the most fun I’ve ever had on a date,” he murmured. “And the first time I feel like I’m with someone who’s interested in being with me, not just being seen out some fucking footballer.” He gave a small nod. “So, thanks. Really, thanks.”

Heat rose in my cheeks as his eyes bore into mine. “Honestly, Roy,” I breathed. “Sharing an office with you is the best part of my workday.”

A grin flashed on his face. “Oi, we said no work talk.”

“Oh, shove off,” I mumbled, giving him a soft kick under the table as a young man in a red polo shirt brought us our pizza. I grabbed a slice and began to nibble on it as the teen employee did a double take at Roy before going back behind the counter. “Take a compliment, Kent.”

“Compliment,” he repeated gruffly, grabbing his own slice. “Is that something I’ll have to get used to? Being complimented?”

I tilted my head and swallowed a bite. “What d’you mean?”

He shrugged and took a sip of his Coke. “Gotta know what dating you involves. Spoiler alert, after tomorrow’s game I’m going to ask you if you’d like to go out again sometime.” His eyes darted away. “Hope that’s alright,” he grumbled, that nervous look in his behind his expression again.

I gave another kick under the table, much gentler this time. “You better ask me out again,” I teased. “Because this is the best date I’ve had in a long time.”

“You must’ve been on some fucking shit dates,” he joked, his eyes meeting mine. “Guess I’ve got to make up for that.”

For a moment, we just sat there, smiling at each other under the buzz of the neon light, slices of pizza in our hands. If two months ago someone had told me I would be on a date with Roy Kent, sipping drinks in a small pub, eating pizza in a hole-in-the-wall shop, I would have never believed it. But there I was, unable to look away from the brown eyes I’d spent years dreaming about, making him laugh and smile. And honestly, having the best time I’d had in a while.

The sudden preoccupied look on Roy’s face brought me out of my dreamy bubble. “Oi, there is something we should talk about.” The air suddenly felt heavy.

“Hmm?” Good, stay cool, don’t act nervous.

He took a deep breath, exhaling with a tiny growl. “Don’t take this the wrong way- I feel like a fucking prick saying this out loud-” He groaned, shrugging in defeat. “Would you be okay with, I dunno, not telling anyone about this-” He gestured between us. “-just for a bit?” A grimace now completely covered his bearded face. “It’s not like I’m embarrassed, or like I want to date anyone else-”

“That’s a relief,” I teased. My cheeks turned warm seeing him so flustered; it was endearing. “I thought you were completely ashamed to be seen with me and wanted to see if you had a shot with Jamie Tartt.”

That smile finally returned. “Come on, I’m being fucking serious.” He reached across the table and grasped my free hand. “Look, I really like being with you. I feel less pissed off at work when you’re around. And I want to see you outside of our fucking office. But you’ve seen the muppets we work with. They’ll never leave us the fuck alone once they find out we’re seeing each other. And I’d like to be in, I dunno, a little fucking bubble or something for a bit. Just while we’re getting to know each other and seeing where this goes.” His thumb stroked my hand. “Is that okay?”

The earnestness in his eyes nearly stopped my heart. “Of course,” I assured him, nudging his foot with mine. “I like the idea of being in a bubble with you.”

~

It was nearly midnight when Roy walked me up to my flat, his arm wrapped around my waist. After pizza we had gone walking around aimlessly, neither of us quite willing to say goodnight to the other. But my gentle reminder to Roy that Richmond had a game the next day was enough for him to sigh dramatically and agree to call it a night.

We paused in front of my door, turning to face each other as I fiddled with my keys nervously. Despite all the hand holding and flirting and shared kisses, I still felt a flutter in my stomach when I saw the fondness in his eyes as he gazed down at me. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw such warmth aimed in my direction; the fact that it was Roy Kent was just a bonus.

“Think I could give you a ride to work tomorrow?” he asked softly, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

I grinned up at him. “What happened to keeping things quiet at work?”

He shrugged, his hand still lingering beside my face. “Do I sound like a fucking prat if I say I just can’t wait to see you again?”

“Just a little,” I teased, leaning my cheek into the palm of his hand, not caring that he could feel the warmth of my face. “But I like it. Pick me up at 10?”

“How about 9? I’ll buy you tea and a muffin.”

I laughed and pressed myself a smidge closer to him. “Bribery works wonders on me. I’m in.”

A small kiss landed on my forehead. “I love that you’re easily bought.” Another kiss on my cheek. “Guess I should let you head inside before some nosy fucking neighbor sees us.”

“We’d be trending on Twitter within the hour. Roy Kent and Random seen outside flat the night before Richmond game.”

“The fucking press’d definitely blame you if we lost tomorrow.” A kiss on my other cheek. “So, we better say goodnight.”

I nodded, not bothering to hide my smile. “Guess we should.”

His mouth found mine for the millionth time that night, assuring me that this would not be the last time he’d be walking me home. A wide smile filled his face when he finally pulled away. “Good night then.”

“Goodnight, Roy,” I answered, planting one last peck on his lips.

~

Roy’s car now felt familiar as we rode to the Dog Track. I leaned my chair into a comfortable position and fiddled with the radio until I found a station playing an hour of 90s hits. I ripped off a bit of the giant chocolate muffin that sat on my lap and tossed it into my mouth, reveling in the brief domestic bliss before we had to act professionally in front of everyone.

“Gimme a bite,” Roy mumbled, eyes on the road. I ripped of another piece and popped it into his open mouth. “Thanks,” was his muffled reply as we pulled into the still empty parking lot. “And thanks for riding here with me,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “It was nice.”

A smile crept across my face. “Thanks for offering,” I answered. “We should probably head on in, I’ve got some things to do in the office before everyone comes in.”

The halls were eerily quiet, only a few cleaning crew milling about, offering nods and soft “good mornings”. I flipped on the lights in the changing room and coaching offices, quickly setting to work as Roy leaned on Beard’s desk, watching me with that thoughtful look on his face.

I started my Game Day routine: leaving our report on the opposing team neatly on Ted’s desk, right next to the playbook that I pulled off his bookshelf, updating the league standings on the whiteboard next to Beard’s desk, noting the possible rank changes based on game outcomes, setting up the coffee maker to their specifications so all they had to do was hit the Start button when they walked into the office. Between tasks I paused for the newest addition to my routine: stealing kisses from Roy, taking full advantage of the empty building.

He followed me into our office so I could organize my things; Game Day had quickly become my favorite part of my job. During games, I would stand by the coaches with my tablet, keeping track of different statistics: goals, passes, saves, anything and everything the coaches could analyze later to improve their plans. Ted kept repeating something about me “putting the Excel in excellent” when I first presented my detailed spreadsheet to the coaches, so I knew this was valuable data to them. It was the part of my job I took most seriously.

And I loved that it allowed me to be on the sidelines with Roy all game long.

“Are you going to be able to focus out there today?” Roy teased softly, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me.

“Are you?” I shot back, leaning into him as I tapped away on my tablet, setting up my new spreadsheet. “I’m working, all you’ve been doing is staring at me.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Trust me, as soon as those pricks show up, I’ll be my usual grumpy self.”

As if on cue, the sound of Coach Lasso’s voice echoed from down the hall. Roy immediately released me and threw himself into his chair, planting his feet on his desk and pulling out his cell phone; to anyone who just happened in, it looked as though he had been completely ignoring my existence, rather than holding me close. I shook my head and grinned to myself as Ted and Beard entered their office.

“Mornin’!” Ted called, poking his head through our shared door. “Look at you early birds. Y’all are just a couple of peas in a pod.” He pointed at me, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Thanks again for figuring out the Keurig. You’re a k-cup K-Pop star.”

I smiled and nodded, still unsure about what to do when the man complimented me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Roy smirking behind his phone.

Ted noticed too. “You’re looking downright chipper this morning, Roy. Anything special you wanna share with the class?”

Roy’s smirk faded, his eyes still on his phone. “No.”

“No worries, I’m just happy you’re happy.” Ted was completely unphased; the guy was truly remarkable. He turned back to me. “Say, could I bother you to run some papers up to Rebecca’s office? Get some steps in before we head to the field.”

“Sure,” I agreed, setting down my tablet. “And it’s ‘pitch’, Coach.”

Ted nodded. “Right, right. ‘Pitch’.”

After a few more Lasso-isms, I was on my up to Rebecca’s office, carrying a folder filled with papers. I had shot Roy a wink before I left our office and was awarded the smallest of smiles, which was enough to make me practically skip down the hall, past the players making their way to the changing room. I smiled and waved at each of them, feeling excited to have a small role in this special team.

“Come in,” Rebecca called when I knocked on her door. She and Keeley Jones were sitting on her couch, Keeley adorable as ever in pigtails and a fluffy sweater, Rebecca the picture of class in her dress and heels. The women smiled and waved me in.

“Hey!” Keeley called, jumping up to give me a small hug. “How’re you doing? I tried to call you last night, but you didn’t pick up.” Within two days of me starting work at Richmond, Keeley had decided that we were meant to be friends, an offer I was more than happy to accept. She pouted at me playfully. “Were you out getting some?”

My ears burned. “Yeah, right,” I scoffed. “My phone’s been acting up lately, sorry about that.” I reached around to hand Rebecca the folder. “From Ted,” I told her, trying desperately to avoid the topic Keeley had brought up.

Rebecca opened the folder and glanced at it. “Shit, I should look at this,” she muttered to herself. She nodded towards Keeley. “Why don’t you head to our seats to watch warm up? Just don’t wolf-whistle at the boys too much, hmm? Save some for the game.”

Keeley gave a salute to Rebecca and linked her arm with mine. “Shall we?”

We strolled down the hall, Keeley talking a mile a minute about the party she had tried to invite me to the night before. “There were lots of real fit guys there,” she gushed, knocking her hip into mine. “Some of them were even worth talking to. Come on, what’s your type? I need to know what to look out for.”

I cleared my throat. “I don’t really have a-”

“Oi. You forgot this.”

Roy appeared out of nowhere, holding up my tablet, its case covered in Richmond stickers I’d bought the day I had gotten this job. My cheeks were warm as I accepted it, careful not to touch his hand. I could feel Keeley eyeing me curiously.

“Thanks,” I murmured, avoiding Roy’s eyes; I knew that any contact would tempt me to kiss the man.

He seemed to understand completely. “Keeley,” he greeted, giving a short nod to the blonde. He nodded to me now. “See you out there.” He turned and walked towards the doors that led to the pitch.

Once he turned the corner and was out of view, Keeley squealed and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Fuck, you should ask out Roy!”

My eyes widened. “What?”

She nodded, her pigtails bouncing. “Come on. He’s fit, he has a good job, and if anyone ever messed with you, they’d never find the body.” She wiggled my shoulders, waggling her eyebrows. “And the man looks good shirtless,” she added.

As if there wasn’t a shirtless picture of him tapped inside the closet of my old bedroom. I made a quick mental note to take it down and hide it- maybe burn it- before the next time he came over. Surely, he’d be coming over to my parents’ place again sometime? Maybe not anytime soon, but eventually, right?

Whoa there, relax. Don’t get so ahead of yourself.

“Come off it, Keels,” I scoffed. “I’m not asking out Roy Kent.” Well, you’re not lying. He asked you out, after all. “We work together. We share an office for God’s sake. And besides, he’s Roy fucking Kent.” I laughed and shook my head, trying to be really convincing. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m not his usual type.”

A smile spread across Keeley’s face. “Well, all I know is that last time he and Jamie were working out, he told Jamie he was sick of dating just to date. He’s sick of models and shit. He told Jamie he wanted something real.” She shrugged. “I dunno. You seem like the kind of girl who could be something real.”

I did my best to hide the pleasure on my face as Keeley confirmed what Roy had told me last night. Instead, I cleared my throat and turned my attention to my tablet. “Well, good for Roy. But I should be going, I’ve got to get to the pitch.”

“Yeah, gotta go stand next to Roy for the next few hours.” Keeley winked at me. “Don’t think I don’t notice the blush on your face whenever he’s around. You’re not as clever as you think. I’ll get you two together eventually.”

Little does she know, the little voice in my head chucked. “Sure, Keeley,” I humored. “I’ll see you later.” I planted a kiss on her cheek, reminding myself to try to match the affection she brought to a friendship, and waved as I walked away in the direction Roy had disappeared in.

I should have been more surprised when I turned a corner and found him leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone. He smirked when he saw me.

“Did you wait to me?” I asked, not bothering to hide the smile on my face.

He shrugged, tucking his phone into his pocket. “Maybe.”

“Very sweet of you,” I hummed, shoving his shoulder with mine as he fell into step beside me. “But you should probably be a little bit less obvious at work. Keeley was just telling me about her new goal.”

“And what would that be?”

“To play matchmaker for us,” I answered casually. “Which means our chemistry is obvious.”

Roy let out a scoff of a laugh just before we reached the pitch entrance. “Let her try. I’d kind of love to see what kind of scheme she cooks up.” He sobered up as we walked onto the green, where the Greyhounds were beginning their warmup. From the stands closet to the pitch, I could already hear Keeley whooping and hollering. She’d definitely have something to say about seeing me and Roy walking to the dugout together, but I’d come up with my excuses later.

I took my position between Ted and Beard, showing them the stats from our previous match and reminding them about the adjustments they’d discussed based on it. Ted said something about me being just like Q from James Bond, a reference I actually understood. I smiled at the praise and took a seat, not needing to do much now until the match started. Instead, I took advantage of the cover around the dugout to brazenly stare at Roy, grinning to myself every time he yelled “Whistle!” at the top of his lungs.

As if he could feel my gaze, he turned his head subtly, a half smirk on his face when our eyes met. He shook his head at me and pulled out his phone. A moment later, my own mobile vibrated. I glanced at the glowing screen.

You’re going to make hiding this really fucking difficult, aren’t you?

Of course. Making your life harder is half the fun.

My phone vibrated again. Fine. Whatever. Grab a bite after the game?

My grin widened as I began to type back.

Only if I can get an autograph.

Roy turned his head again, that upturn of his mouth barely visible. I relaxed into my seat, tapping away at my tablet. For the first time in my life, I could hardly wait for a Richmond game to be over.

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Bill x female reader 2009 era

Bill has his studio at home of course so he doesn't have to always leave yn alone .

He texsts her to come to tbe studio because he wants to make her listen to human connect to human so she goes.

As she listens to the song she realizes it's about them and she starts to tease him leading then to tbe bedroom 😇

Human conect to human

PAIRINGS: Bill 2009 x Female reader

CONTENT: Smut

SYNOPSIS: Bill writes a song about you two and you decide to tease him.

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, p in v, kissing

A/N: One of my favorite songs so of course i got carried a bit

Because Bill had a busy routine, he always prioritized as much time as he could spend by your side, which is why he decided to create a studio at home, so he could spend time with you between work breaks and always stay close.

He had been working on a song for a few days now and although he didn't talk much about it, you knew he was excited.

You had gone out to buy some things when you received the message from Bill asking you to go straight to the studio when you get home. And you ran home, curious to know what he had to show you.

As soon as you entered the studio you could tell how excited he was just by the way he looked at you. Bill always seemed like a ball of energy when he was happy and excited.

Without saying anything he handed you the headphones and put the music on. You listened intently as he waited anxiously. Even if you don't understand music in a technical sense, Bill was always very appreciative of your opinion.

You paid attention to the lyrics and noticed many similarities in your relationship with Bill. You had to fight a small smile.

Bill never hid that his life was a source of inspiration for his songs, but he had never been inspired by you or your relationship before.

After a few minutes the song ended and you took off your headphones.

“So, what did you think?” He asked anxiously.

Deciding to provoke him, you said seriously. “It’s a bit provocative compared to what you’re used to writing, isn’t it?”

His gaze quickly changed from excited to surprised, clearly not expecting that answer.

"You didn't like it?" You almost felt bad of how his voice sounded.

“Oh, I really liked it.” You said as you slowly approached him. “I wonder what could have inspired you to write something like that.”

You watched his ears turn a shade of red and he was quiet for a moment as if he had been caught.

“Nothing in specific.” He whispered as you traced circles on his chest through his shirt, looking at him closely.

“Oh, really?” You hummed looking through your eyelashes. He knew you already knew about it, but you liked playing and so did he.

You stood on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear, making him close his eyes. “A kiss, a touch, never enough, so soft, so hard, don't stop, you start. Instinctive skills, like animals.” Bill sighed before opening his eyes again.

“So it’s not about us?” You asked innocently, lowering one of the straps of your dress drawing his attention to your now exposed skin.

You smile, standing on tiptoe to get closer to his face. One of your hands ran down his chest until it reached the front of his pants. You could feel the hardness under your palm. And you smiled before squeezing gently.

Bill brings his face closer to yours, but before he could kiss you you hook your hand on his belt and pull him out of the studio. The path to your room seems longer than you remember.

As soon as you entered the room you began to undo his belt, Bill seemed almost in a trance, he closed his eyes eager to be touched. You had to take advantage of the opportunity because you weren't always able to overpower him. He waited, but you didn't do anything else.

"I won't touch you until you answer my question." You said in a firm tone making him open his eyes to look at you. Bill bit his bottom lip, watching you mouth so close to his.

"I want you to kiss me." He whispered the first thing that came to mind, forgetting what question you had asked. Seeing you bring your face closer to his, he parted his lips and closed his eyes in expectation, only to then sigh in frustration when he felt you place a wet kiss on his jaw and nothing more.

"That's not what I asked." You said smiling ironically.

He whispered some things in German that you had no idea what meant, but from his tone he sounded frustrated.

"I want to hear you say it." You said, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly and pressing your bodies together. The feeling of his erection against your belly made him moan.

"I-I... I want you to touch me." He whispered, his voice cracking. He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Bill wasn't the type to let himself be dominated for long, but you loved seeing him like this.

Keeping your body pressed against his, you fixed a strand of hair, taking the opportunity to caress the soft skin of his face.

"But I'm already touching you, my love." Bill knew you were playing with him, teasing him.

“Now tell me what you were thinking while you were writing that beautiful song.” You whispered before stretching your body, standing on your toes. Wrapping your arms around Bill's neck, you moved your hips against his, making him part his lips in surprise.

"Did you think about us fucking?" Running your fingers over his dark shirt. Bill nodded weakly shaking a little more each time you rubbed your hips against his.

"I would close my eyes and think of you in all kinds of positions." He said holding one of your hands that was now on his chest. “Thinking about the intoxicating sensation of being inside you.”

You watched as Bill slid your hand down his body, making you feel the subtle muscles on your palm. Reaching the edge of his shirt, you pulled away to help him take it off. Quickly discarding the piece somewhere in the room, you turned your attention to Bill's body. Your eyes roamed his naked torso, following the v-line as if they were the path to paradise.

You walked quickly closing the space and pressed your lips tightly against Bill's, feeling his taste on your tongue. He seemed surprised by your sudden actions, but quickly responded to the kiss with fervor. You wrapped your arms around Bill's neck and pressed your body against his, making sure there was no space between the two of you. After a few seconds he separated your lips from his, his mouth traveling every inch around your lips, kissing everything from the rosy skin of your cheeks to your jaw.

You let out a moan as Bill took control. You knew he would at some point. He kissed your neck, sucking the skin below your left ear making you pull his dark hair between your fingers, you moaned and rubbed your legs against his, feeling an electricity pass through your body.

"Bill..." You whispered in a moan, feeling his hands travel down your body, squeezing and caressing every little part.

The feeling was wonderful, but you needed more than furtive kisses and caresses. When your lips met again, Bill wrapped his arms around you and pushed you against the wall.

He grabbed your hips and lifted one of your legs, holding your thigh firmly. You sighed, unable to contain your excitement as your tongues fought, occasionally moaning against each other's mouths. Gaining dominance again for a moment, your hands traveled down Bill's chest until reaching his pants, skillfully opening the button without breaking the kiss, you grabbed the edges of his pants, pushed them down and smiled when Bill's lips parted. He kicked his shoes, socks and pants away and kissed you again.

You felt Bill's hands travel up the fabric of your dress and into the slit, his hand moving up until he was caressing the skin of your stomach. He was quick, holding your thighs, spreading them open. He slid his hand between your legs and into your panties feeling the soft, wet skin against his fingers.

"Bill." You moaned and threw your head back, giving him opening to kiss and suck on your neck, while his skilled fingers made small circular movements against your clit.

"I love the way you taste." Bill said softly against the soft skin of your throat, before traveling back up to your lips. You could feel Bill's breath against your lips, you didn't need to open your eyes to know that he was watching you moan as you writhed against his fingers.

Bill smiled when you opened your eyes, which were now a darker shade. You kissed him quickly, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth making him moan instantly.

"I want you inside me." You said through moans, pulling him onto the bed.

"I'm all yours, love." Bill whispered following you, his hoarse voice clouded all your senses, you took a deep breath, pushed him sitting on the bed and then pulled the black boxers down his legs, discarding them in some corner of the room with the rest of your other clothes.

Bill watched your every move as if hypnotized. You smiled, moving the straps of your dress aside, letting it slowly slide down your body followed by your underwear. Bill stretched out his arms trying to pull you towards him but you slapped his hands away giving him a warning look.

You removed the clip holding your hair and placed it on the dresser next to the bed, taking your time. You smiled, watching how Bill bit his lower lip, looking at you in a mix of desire and impatience. Walking slowly over to him, you climbed into Bill's lap and slowly sank down on top of him. You tried to suppress the shudder at how good it felt to be in control. Bill groaned and closed his eyes, an expression of pure bliss on his face as you moved your hips.

"God, you're so hot." He whispered as he opened his eyes and smiled.

Bill leaned forward, his eyes on your lips, but you pushed him back, moving faster on him. Struggling to stay in control.

"You won't let me touch you?" He asked laughing, Bill pushed himself forward forcing his hips to slam against yours hard. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, feeling your face flush under his gaze.

"No." You responded hoarsely, excited by the way his smile grew wider in defiance.

"What if I don't obey you?" He asked, smiling mischievously before sliding one of his hands up to your left breast and squeezing it roughly. You bit your lower lip, slapping his hand away.

"You know I can't let you control for long, love." Bill held your hips and forced you down quickly, making you let out a little scream of surprise and pure ecstasy.

"Bill-" You swallowed your words and clung to his shoulders, when with a growl he thrust his hips again and you both simultaneously let out loud moans.

Not being able to escape Bill's dominance any longer, you began to move against him, your hands on the back of his neck for support. Bill's hands on your hips commanded each movement with a rough thrust. Then he leaned forward, buried one of his hands in your hair and pulled you in for a kiss.

You moaned, not realizing how much you wanted your lips against his until that moment. You ran your nails down Bill's shoulders and pulled him closer as the kiss intensified. You felt your movements becoming erratic and your legs starting to shake, unable to keep up with him.

You heard Bill murmur between moans and grunts, but you couldn't understand in the midst of all that euphoria. You screamed and closed your eyes tightly feeling the pleasure taking over your body. You felt a hand grab your throat, forcing you to open your eyes to look at him. Bill smiled widely, licking his lips as he looked at you with mischief and delight.

"I left you in control." He said slowly. "Now it's my turn to command."

You thought about answering him, but he leaned in and kissed you. In an instant, the almost gentle kiss turned into a primal need with tongues and teeth fighting against each other violently. Bill started to push himself into you again. Soon the pressure in your belly became unbearable and you threw your head back, not being able to contain your screams of pleasure.

Bill buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking the skin, you gasped in pain and pleasure. He spread open-mouthed kisses over your neck, smiling when he found a spot with a mole. You scratched Bill's back. Moaning, the name left your lips in hot breath. "Bill..."

The effect it had on him was immediate. His lips were back to your ear, breathlessly growling. “Say my name again.”

“Bill…” You complied with his request immediately, repeating his name in a moan over and over again. Bill clung tighter to your body, making you bury your face in the crook of his neck to hide your scream of pleasure.

He let out a loud moan that made your body shake. You held Bill's hair between your fingers, feeling your hands shake as he continued to move his hips.

You moaned loudly when his teeth grazed your neck and you felt another orgasm hit you again. Screaming loudly in his ear, clinging as close as you could. He managed to give one last, hard thrust before releasing himself too, moaning against your hair. He fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him. You just lay there on Bill's chest, wrapped in his arms, recovering from the post-orgasm ecstasy.

"This was amazing." He whispered smiling.

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[c1tr1sfl0w3rs]

Soft!dark!Ethan Landry x pastors!daughter!reader P2

18+ NSFW P1

Your father was a man of God. He taught you the bible and what was right and what was wrong. What happened between you and Ethan, went against everything he had ever taught you.

After it happened you were overwhelmed with guilt, you even took off your purity ring because you couldn't be a liar on top of a whore.

Ethan was a gentleman, which surprised you. The words of your father echoed in your head "Never give it up to a boy before marriage, because once they have what they want they'll leave you looking like a foolish whore." He wasn't like that, he went above and beyond for you, little gifts every day flowers, chocolates or coffee. Ethan reassured you, that what you did together was normal and there was nothing to be ashamed of. He even stayed when you found out you were pregnant. (Of course you didn't know this is what he had wanted.)

You were panicking, how were you going to tell your father? You couldn't get rid of the baby, and lord Ethan stood by you the whole time. He said he would support any choice you made but told you he wanted to keep it, and raise the baby together.

Both of you had made up your mind, you were keeping the baby, which means you had to tell your father. So you decided to soften the blow by calling your mother and arranging a dinner, you said it was so they could meet your boyfriend. The happy giggles from your mother lessened your anxiety, she would be more understanding than your dad, and she would calm him down, get him to forgive you when the time came.

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The dinner was surprisingly pleasant. Ethan and your mother were getting along good, your father was in a better mood than you thought he would be. As the dinner was wrapping up Ethan volunteered to help your mom with the dishes giving you room to talk to your father.

"So daddy, what do you think of him?" Your voice came out stronger than you expected. "He seems like a good kid, I'm just not sure about him yet." The whole dinner you had been very careful about not drawing attention to your hands, so no one would notice your absent ring.

"Dad, I have to tell you something very important. Please promise me you won't be mad?" He looked at you curiously. "Honey I could never stay mad at you, you can tell me anything." Liar, you knew he was lying but you couldn't avoid telling him the truth any longer. "I'm pregnant, and it's Ethan's." You said so quietly you didn't think he heard you, however the way his whole body became tense told you he did.

He put a hand over his eyes, sprt of squeezing his temples. He did some sort of chuckle, your anxiety heightened. You could feel this was about to get ugly. "So that son of a bitch inside made a liar and whore outta my daughter?" He asked so calmly and your tears began to fall. "I'm sorry dad, but he loves me and said he'd stick by me no matter what, he's a good guy."

"So if any guy told you that you'd just spread your legs for them, you're dumber than I thought." The tears turned into sobs at that point. He stood up and made his way into the kitchen. You could hear your father yelling obscenities at Ethan, and Ethan trying to calm him down. Your mother also began to raise her voice telling your dad to back down. All you could do was cry though. What had you expected? This was the consequences of your actions. As the yelling got worse you couldn't take it anymore and went to go sit on the porch.

The warm air felt freeing. The setting sun comforting you, the chirping birds song distracting you from your thoughts and the shouts from inside.

It was a while before your mother beckoned you back inside where she took a seat at the dining table next to you father and across from Ethan. Who you say next to, the second you were sat he took your hand and ran his calming thumb over the back of your hand.

"Sweetheart, your father and I were talking about it and he compromised on a solution. We'll support you both through this if you get married." Your father wouldn't look you in the eye and you knew he would probably disown you if you said no. The problem was you didn't know if that's what Ethan wanted. The both of you were so young and you didn't kno-

Ethan's voice cut you out of your thoughts. "I want to, I'll do it if you want to baby." His attention now turned to you.

Those pesky tears came back and you fell into his arms. He held you so tight but not on a suffocating way, in a way that the ache in your heart lessened.

"We want to get married." Your voice finally spoke, it was shaky and scratchy from crying but it was there.

"Oh honey" your mom came over and hugged you tight. "It'll have to be a quick wedding, but this is so amazing, welcome to the family Ethan."

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The wedding was indeed fast, before you started showing. It was simple but beautiful, your side of the family was surprised but supporting.

Your father had been practically silent since that dinner. At least towards you, but when he walked you down the aisle he gave you a quick hug before letting you go and you knew he had forgiven you.

The ceremony was short and sweet, Ethan's vows were breathtaking, they made you cry. You felt your vows were enough but nothing compared to his. You had your first kiss as wife and husband. Ethan was an aweful dancer, he almost made you fall multiple times. His warm hands over yours as you cut the cake together and fed it to eachother.

You were over the moon and after the wedding was over Ethan took you back to your shared apartment. As you both took off layers of your complex yet beautiful outfits he began to speak.

"Bunny you were so pretty today, had to hold myself back from bending you over and splitting you open on my cock in front of everyone." He came up behind you massaging your shoulders then he leaned real close to your ear "Do you want me to split you open? Make you cry and come until you're all dumb in the head?" His tone was so condescending but the way his breath tickled your cheek. You felt warmth spreading through you, the kind only he knows how to pull from you. "Please Ethan, please please plea-" He laughed, hands that were once massaging your shoulders now pulling down the straps of your gown. Letting it fall to the floor. "Begging already and I haven't even done anything, it's ok I know how desperate you get. Go wait on the bed for me wifey."

You say on the bed patiently waiting for your husband to come take care of you, like he always did. The hormones from the baby made you need him so much it almost hurt.

He finally came in. Only wearing his dress pants. He looked so good, his exposed upper half. His chocolate curls and that mischievous look in those puppy eyes.

"Look at you baby. God you're so pretty."

He walked towards you until he stood between your open legs. Ethan leaned down and you met his lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue lead yours and you moaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and gave you the most sinful smile. He fell to his knees, his head leaned against your pillow like thighs. He kissed up and down your legs. Sucking a mark right next to your core.

"Bunny you're so wet." He said as he pulled your panties to the side, your slit dripping for him. He licked a stripe up your folds and you let out a broken moan.

He started to suck on your clit as his fingers teased your opening. It felt so good, there was no way this could be a sin. The man has to be an angel.

His long thick fingers pushed into you and curled up, hitting that special spot. Your thighs tightened around his head as you moaned and moaned.

He ate you like a starved man, getting you closer to that edge. "Oh Ethan, I'm gonna-" You couldn't even say it. The wave of euphoria engulfed you. You clenched around him and he helped you ride it out, but he didn't stop after you came no he kept going at the same pace. He lapped at your clit and fucked you with his fingers. "It's too much, Ethan please." You tried to pull away but his hand on your hip kept you anchored. "I'm not done with you. You can take it." He said quickly then went back to devouring you. The second orgasm came embarrassingly quickly, and somewhat painfully. You were so overstimulated but he just kept going.

Your head was foggy, all you could do was moan. Ethan had been between your legs for what seemed like forever. You don't even know how many times you had come. "Etha- oh God please I can't" you said, voice scratchy as you tried to get away from his overwhelming touch. He didn't say anything, just sped up his efforts between your legs. You came again, except this time you squirted in his mouth. He made sure none of it went to waste, and finally he moved away from your sore pussy. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing ever, and to him you were. Legs shaking like a baby deer, tears down your face and a cute gushing pussy. You were his own paradise. He looked just as disheveled, your slick running down his chin, curls a mess from you tugging on them and his aching dick, bulging out of his dress pants.

He pulled his pants and boxers down, and held onto his aching cock. The tip flushed red leaking precum. Then he slid your sticky panties down your trembling legs. "Hope you didn't think I was done yet bunny. Need to feel your sweet pussy." You moaned at his words and knew you were gonna feel him for days after this.

He gave you no warning, he just pushed inside you, your previous orgasms making it easy. He let out a pathetic moan as he began to fuck you at a brutal pace. His hips pistoning into yours. His pubic bone hitting your sensitive clit and his balls slapping against your ass. You couldn't think or feel anything but him, not even noticing you were drooling all over your sheets. "Awh poor baby can't even take my cock without going dumb even though she was begging for it earlier." He felt you clenching on his dick and knew he wasn't gonna last with the way your pussy was sucking him in. He lifted your legs from around his waist and placed them on his shoulders. The new angle making you cry out. His brutal pace didn't stop as he circled your clit. You came hard and he fucked you through it, and finally he painted your inside with his cum. "You did so good for my bubby, I love you, now let's get you cleaned up." He said but as he saw his cum trickle out of you he pushed it back in with two fingers. "Gotta make sure my baby stays nice and full with my cum."

As he cleaned you with a wet rag he couldn't help but smile, his plan had went much better than he thought. You now had his last name, with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. He didn't think your parents would demand the two of you get married but it made keeping you so much easier. He was gonna make sure that after you gave birth to his first child that you were pregnant again. He was gonna keep you nice and filled with babies <3

AHSJSJSN Ethan brain rot, hope you enjoyed and let me know what you wanna see next.

Sunny out ✌️

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[bunnliix]

The Invisible Strings that Bind Us - Chapter Seven

We have a bunch of cute interactions between y/n and the boys this chapter, so buckle up my lovelies! Prepare for the fluffy moments!

a/n: I am writing this while I am almost 3k words in, and I haven't even finished off one bullet point of my outline for this chapter, this is gonna be a long one haha

a/n 2: 4.4k words in now, still have a bunch more to go, strap in everyone, this is a looong ride

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word count: 5.5k

warnings: Fluff, anxiety and worries from y/n, petnames galore, I think that's it honestly

Y/n was the first of the three to wake up, finding that she was trapped between the two men, two of her soulmates, she reminded herself. Their arms were wrapped tightly around her, and she slowly tried to worm her way out of their hold. It took her a few tries before she was successful, getting the two men to hold each other instead of holding her. As she softly stepped out of bed, she was unaware that one of them had woken up, eyes opening up to see that the woman in between them had disappeared. 

She slipped out of the dancer’s room, as a pair of eyes watched her do so, before focusing back on his sleeping soulmate, deciding to let her wander as there was no danger in doing so. They didn’t have to be awake for another couple of hours, since it was only a studio day, which usually meant that it would be a longer day, but not as strenuous on their body. It also meant that it would only really be themselves and a couple staff members in the studio with them, so they wouldn’t have to worry about any of their managers showing up. 

Y/n softly walked out into the living room, finding no one out there, and so she quietly sat down on the couch, pulling out her phone and scrolling tumblr, because yes, she’s a tumblr girlie. She got absorbed into her phone, not noticing how much time had passed until someone’s head found a spot in her lap. She flinched, not expecting it, and looked past her phone to find Felix’s face looking up at her, contentedness reflected in his eyes as he gazed up at her. 

“Good morning.” She spoke softly, smiling down at him.

“Good morning, baby.” He replied to her, smiling back at her, hand moving to squeeze her thigh.

His action made her whine, before she realized what she did and slapped a hand over her mouth, as if it would make the sounds stop coming out of her mouth. He chuckled looking up at her, his eyes darkening after hearing the sound caused by his actions. 

“You okay there cutie?” He teased her.

“I-I’m fine.” She said, trying to reassure herself more than him, a blush clear as day on her face.

“Are you sure about that?” He questioned.

Y/n moved to hide her face in her hands, unable to look at the freckled man anymore. Felix chuckled, but backed off, this wasn’t the time or place to tease his newest soulmate. Though he was glad to see how easily flustered she got, it’s adorable really.

Their alone time is interrupted by Seungmin creeping out into the main area, a grin on his face at finding the two of them. 

“Oh? Did I interrupt something?” He said, with a teasing lilt in his voice.

Y/n groaned, continuing to hide her face from both men. 

“Seungmin, please go away.” She told the younger man.

“Hmmm, nope.” He replied, smirking.

She sunk into the couch more, wanting to disappear at that moment. Thankfully Jeongin’s appearance in the living room diverted Seungmin’s attention away from her, saving her from his reign of terror. 

Felix looked up at her, a bit of concern shining in his eyes. “Did either of us go too far? I’m sorry if we did, I’ll make sure we don’t cross any more lines.” He said.

“It’s okay Felix, neither of you went too far. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” She answered him.

He nodded, moving to sit up on the couch, moving her legs so he could sit, before pulling them back over his lap. He pulled out his own phone, starting to scroll TikTok by the sounds coming from his device. She went back to her Tumblr scrolling, the two of them happy to coexist in silence.

Meanwhile, the two youngest had stopped conversing, looking over at two of their soulmates, smiling at how comfortably y/n was getting around them. Jeongin snapped a photo of the two, that he planned to send later, once they weren’t the only ones awake. They took a seat at the table, softly conversing about their own upcoming schedules and about things they were looking forward to doing. 

This peace lasted for another 45 minutes, before Han came stumbling out into the main area, a more composed Minho following behind. Han moved to collapse on top of the two laying on the couch, groans being heard from their smallest soulmate.

“Han, you’re heavy. Get off of us.” Felix complained, a groan in agreement coming from y/n.

“Yah! I want to cuddle with my soulmates and all I get is complaints? Rude.” Han retorted.

“There’s ways to cuddle your soulmates, without crushing them.” Maura managed to get out, being crushed by the silver haired rapper.

“I see how it is.” Han pouted, getting off of them and the couch.

“Han, I like being cuddled, but not when it involves getting crushed beneath under person.” Y/n told him.

“Crushing is part of the fun.” The rapper whined.

“Babe, it’s really not.” She said, sighing but secretly giggling at how cute his whining was.

Han eeped at the pet name, not expecting it, turning around so his reaction couldn’t be seen. Minho chuckled at Han, thinking it was cute how much of an effect their newest soulmate had on him already. 

“We have a recording day today, in the studio.” Minho reminds everyone, but mostly it was for y/n’s benefit, so that she knew of the plans for today.

“Recording day? Are you recording a new album?” Y/n asked the lead dancer.

“We’re recording S-Class today. The title track for the upcoming comeback.” Han chimed in. He was excited to get in the studio, it was always fun on recording days, if not a tiny bit stressful.

“What Han said.” Minho answered her. 

“Ohhh, that’s cool!” She said, excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, and you’re coming with us today.” Felix informed her, the boys having talked about it last night while she slept.

“Oh? Is that okay?” She asked, unsure after the previous day’s activities.

“The staff doesn’t get an opinion on if it’s okay or not. We want you there, so you’re gonna be there with us.” Chan said, to the surprise of everyone as they didn’t hear the leader come in.

Felix moved her legs off of his lap so he could get up, and he bounced over to Chan, hugging the older Australian, who hugged him back right away. 

“Good morning Lix. Did you sleep well?” He asked, looking down at the man in his arms. 

“I did!” He said as he smiled.

“Well, we have about 45 minutes before we have to leave, in order to get to the company in time.” He reminded everyone. 

This made everyone jump into action, including y/n, though there wasn’t much for her to do. Chan came over to sit next to her, having been ready prior to coming over. 

“So you know that you’re going to be there with us today, and you can tell me right now if you’d rather be here instead. But I, and the others, would really like you to be there, to see more of what we do. We all want you to be a part of our lives, and we want to be a part of yours, if you’ll let us.” He said, looking her in the eyes, his sincerity clearly seen in his expression.

She looked at him with wonder and love in her eyes. Sure, she had loved Chan and the rest of Stray Kids prior to all of this, what Stay didn’t? But she was falling in love with him, and the rest of the boys, her boys, her soulmates. She wanted to go to work or school, and then come back home to them, to spend the rest of her life with them. She just wanted to be with them, no matter the circumstances. 

“I’d love to go with you all, but you’re sure I won’t get in the way?” She asked the Aussie.

“There’s no way you could get in the way, and honestly, I think all of the boys would focus better with you there. They have to impress you somehow, yeah?” He said, chuckling to himself.

“I don’t think I need to be impressed, but sure.” She said, giggling.

“They think differently, but you have to go get ready.” He told her, before calling out, “Felix! Babygirl’s gonna need to borrow more of your clothes for the day!” 

A muffled response from the other Aussie was heard, before Chan pulled her off of the couch and towards Felix’s bedroom. 

“You good for her to come in, mate?” He asked, and received a yes from behind the door.

Chan opened the door, pushing y/n inside, telling her he’d see her soon, before leaving her alone in the room with Felix for the second day in a row.

She barely had time to process everything, brain still trying to deal with Chris calling her babygirl, and that she’d get to see the boys in their element today as well.

“Okay, sunshine, I have two outfit options for you.” Felix said as he emerged from his closet, an outfit in each hand. One was more casual than the other, and that’s the option she picked, not knowing exactly how long they’d be at the company. 

Felix left her to change, and she quickly did so, not knowing how much time they had left. He returned when she had finished changing, whistling at her when he saw her in his clothes.

“You really do suit my clothing, don’t you?” He said, a grin plastered on his face. “I’ll have to get a couple pieces for you, or you can continue to steal mine, I don’t mind either way sunshine.” He said.

Y/n blushed, she was still not used to all the petnames, nor wearing other’s clothes. She nodded, not finding the words to answer Felix, who just chuckled at her, finding her increasingly cuter by the hour.

“Come on, if you’re done, then we should head out to the living room.” He told her, reaching out for her hand and leading her back into the main area of the dorm. 

They were the last two to arrive, and all eyes were on them, well really just her. They were of one mind, only thinking about how cute she looked in Felix’s clothes. They would have to give her some of their own, so that she didn’t only have to wear the freckled man’s clothing. That wasn’t jealousy speaking, definitely not, they denied, but really, that’s all it was. They didn’t want only Felix to dress her up, they wanted that chance too.

We’re all ready to leave?” Chan addressed them all.

“I think y/nnie just needs to get some stuff, right?” Minho spoke up, knowing that she hadn’t had time to gather anything she wanted to bring.

“Go on and get what you need then, okay?” Chan smiled at her, and she went down the hall to Minho’s room to grab the few things she had. 

Minho followed behind her, almost treating her as a tinier version of Han or Felix, which in his mind, she really was. He leaned against his door frame, watching her gather what she wanted to take, chuckling when she turned around and jumped at seeing him.

“Yah, you scared me!” She said as she pouted and glared at the older man. 

“I didn’t mean to.” He said, still slightly chuckling at her. 

She huffed, pushing past him and walking down the hall, though he quickly caught up to her. He grabbed her hand, taking the lead and pulling her to the entryway, seeing as everyone else had already headed down to the vans. He pulled out both pairs of their shoes, and once they both were ready to leave, he opened the door for her and they both quickly made their way downstairs and out of the building, where y/n was pulled into the maknae line’s van, as Lino was pulled into the other van by Changbin.

The journey between their building and JYP was short, which meant there wasn’t much time for the boys to cause chaos. The boys mostly chatted about how they were excited to show her the studio properly this time, but also that they’d be recording the song in a larger studio so that they all, plus a couple staff members, could be there comfortably. Han was simultaneously excited for and dreading the recording session. He was anxious about y/n seeing their work for the first time, and hoped that she’d like it. 

Plus, she’d have to sign an NDA before they could do anything. Han knew that their fearless leader had been on the phone for hours about it, and had made sure that the contract covered only what was needed. He’d be going with y/n to sign the NDA regardless, to make sure their staff hadn’t switched it out last minute.

The maknae van had arrived after the hyung line’s van, so Chan was there waiting for them as the van pulled up to the company. Y/n got out first, and Chan reached out to grab her, as the rest of the boys got out of the van as well, letting them go ahead into the building, while the two of them strolled behind. 

“Before you can go into the studio with us, you have to sign an NDA about our work and the group.” He informed her, to which she needed.

“That makes sense, and I assume you’re my guide to go sign it?” She asked him, tilting her head up at the man.

“Yes, but I’ll also be there to make sure that it only covers what I told them it should cover.” He said, not trusting the staff after yesterday’s incident.

“Oh, okay.” She said, not sure what else to say.

He quickly ushered her to the elevator, wanting to get her in to sign it, so they could head to the studio. Their journey upstairs was quick, for which Chan thanked the universe, and they entered the office where she was to sign the NDA. When a member of the staff and one of the legal team passed over the NDA, Chan quickly took a look through it, making sure it was the same one he negotiated with them last night. It was, to his relief, and he leaned close to his soulmate, whispering to her that she could sign it, but to read through it herself before she did so.

Y/n took his advice, reading through the entire contract, asking Chan or the legal team member for clarification on certain parts. In the end, she understood what it was saying, and she signed where she was required to, and then Chan wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her out of the room and towards the practice room.

She let him lead, she wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew Chan wouldn’t take her anywhere but the studio. They went down a floor, heading down a long hallway before Chan opened the door to the studio, the others calling out to greet the last two they were waiting on. 

“You made it! Welcome to where magic happens!” Changbin welcomed y/n into the room, and roused a round of giggles from the younger boys.

“That sounded dirty, Binnie-hyung.” Felix told the older man, in between his laughs. 

The rapper blushed, before playfully tackling the boy on the couch, Hyunjin getting involved as well, as a casualty.

“Okay, enough playing around, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Chan interrupted, not wanting the boys to get too off track before they even started recording. 

“You can go sit over there with Jinnie and Lix, okay?” He told her, pointing over at the two boys.

She nodded, heading over to them, as they made space in between themselves for her to slot into. She did, squirming around a bit until she was comfy. Han was up first, and her birthday twin popped himself into the recording booth, getting set up in there while Binnie and Chan got the tracks and guides all ready to go.

Felix and Hyunjin roped her into a conversation about fashion, though she didn’t have much to add to it. Though they were frequently interrupted by Han’s shouts at Changbin for his comments. The amount of times certain lines were repeated by her birthday twin, got some of them stuck in her own head, and by the end, she was mouthing along to his parts. 

The best part for y/n, was seeing how in the zone Changbin and Chan got when it came to recording and getting the best possible results for their song. It really amazed her, even if she’s seen videos of their recordings, nothing could beat seeing it with her own eyes. It was amazing, really, they were so talented, her soulmates had so much talent. It made her fall even harder, seeing just how hard they worked to perfect things for their fans, for people who were like her. 

Soon enough, Han had finished recording, and Hyunjin was called up, but not before he grabbed her hand and laid a kiss on the back of it, causing y/n to blush hard, tipping her head down so her blush was hidden from view. Hyunjin laughed gently, remarking that she was cute. He finally let go, heading into the recording booth, warming up once he was in there. She looked up at the sound of his voice, always in awe of how pretty it was. 

“You’re both so cute, my soulmates are so pretty and cute.” Felix said as he rested his head on her shoulder. She tried to keep herself relaxed, but she wasn’t used to this much touching after going so long without it. But fuck she loved it, and at some point during the next little bit, they end up tangled up in each other, and both of them are smiling and content.

Hyunjin had to repeat his lines in the chorus so many times that y/n caught onto it and started softly singing it, as Felix listened to both of their voices. He didn’t realize y/n could sing, though they hadn’t known her long nor was there ever a chance that allowed for her to sing, but he wanted a song from her, just so he could listen to it over and over again. It was almost a need, but he didn’t voice any of this, not wanting her to get embarrassed and stop singing. 

‘Hannie, come here.’ He texted his almost twin.

‘Whyyy?’ He got back.

‘Sunshine’s singing, and it’s beautiful.’ He replied.

That got the man moving, though he tried to be casual and just wanted to come over and spend time with y/n and Felix. He sat down in the spot Hyunjin had occupied, and due to that, their soulmate stopped singing temporarily. Felix slightly pouted in disappointment, but hoped that she might start up again, once Han’s presence next to her became normal, and she focused back in on the singing coming from the booth.

To the disappointment of Felix once again, he was called up next to record after Hyunjinnie. He groaned and moaned as he got up, as Han shifted y/n’s weight onto himself and Hyunjin gleefully took Felix’s place next to their tiny soulmate. However, the freckled man also knew that he could take the time to impress his soulmate while he was recording his lines. It was a shame that he might not get to hear her if she sang along.

And sang along she did, Hyunjin and Hannie being in awe of her voice. She hadn’t trained like any of them, so there were things that could be improved upon, but that was really if she was actively pursuing being a singer, which they didn’t think she was. But her natural voice was so so pretty, and it honestly would fit well into their songs, in some way or another. Han wanted her voice in their tracks in some manner, now that he’s heard it, he needs more of it. He was greedy, and now that she was here and she was his,well theirs, he wanted to have all of her. His thoughts started to descend downwards, thinking about how her voice would sound in other ways. However the burst of laughter coming from the others snapped him out of it. He looked to see that Felix’s voice had cracked in the middle of him singing, and it started a round of laughter in the studio.

Y/n giggled quietly, just enjoying the chaotic vibes of the boys around her, and watched as they went through the process of recording the song. It sounded much different than Case 143, but to be fully honest, it was still them and she enjoyed the song. Though, it was different hearing the song in separate parts as each member recorded their lines, instead of a whole song from start to finish. Her favorite part so far might have been the part that Felix recorded first, which seemed to be the pre-chorus. 

Minho and Innie’s sessions finished without much fanfare, both determined to get it done, though she, as did the boys, laughed when Bin and Chan fought over how Minho should end the second chorus. She secretly agreed with Chan’s opinion, but she feared the wrath of Changbin, so kept her mouth shut.

Once it got to Seungmin’s turn, most of the boys were kinda bored, but that’s not because the second youngest was boring, not at all. It was because they were stuck here until everyone had recorded, as per Chan’s orders, but no one seemed to know what the leader wanted. So everyone stayed, besides watching the others mess up, or hearing their voices crack mid-line never got old. She found herself laughing along with the others, not at all feeling like this was her first time in the studio with them. She couldn’t get over how she felt so at home with all of them. Like she had known them since she was young, it felt like meeting old friends after years apart and just continuing where you left off. 

Changbin’s part was very entertaining, though it was hard to keep him focused on just his lines, and not have him sing the others lines as well. Y/n was laughing so hard the entire time, that her stomach was hurting, and Hyunjin and Han kept supplying her with other times he’s been like this, keeping her laughter going. It seemed that her laughter made the others perk up even more, despite everyone being ready to leave the studio to do other things. 

“And now it’s my turn, Han, Bin, come take your seats please.” Chan announced as he headed into the booth as the last one who needed to record. 

The other two-thirds of 3racha settle into the chairs at the desk, pulling up what they needed for Chan’s parts of the song. The leader was nothing if not efficient, quickly acing his lines and the two others only offering slight changes to improve it. She was in awe as she watched him sing, she wished he had larger parts in their title tracks because his voice was amazing and she’d never get sick of it. When he finished, finally satisfied with his work, she was saddened, not wanting him to stop, but maybe she’d get Binnie or Han to give her audio copies of his lines so she could listen to them on repeat. 

Since the recording had finished, the few staff members that had sat in on the session, packed up and left, leaving just the nine of them in the room. The silence in the room almost became deafening, before Hyunjin piped up from next to y/n.

“It seems like we’re a group that can sing. Our littlest soulmate has a very pretty voice, Felix and Han can confirm.” He said, smiling widely.

Hyunjin’s words caused the girl to look down, she had been so much in her own world that she hadn’t realized she was singing out loud. She was a bit flustered and scared of their judgment now, having sung in front of people whose livelihood is singing professionally, despite the fact that Hyunjin had complimented her voice.

“Her voice really is pretty, and it honestly fits well with parts of the song.” Han complimented her further. Felix hummed in agreement.

“Do you wanna hop into the booth and give it a try?” Chan asked, looking at her.

“I’m more worried that I’d embarrass myself if I did that.” She replied.

“Can’t embarrass yourself. Just try, for us?” Minho encouraged her.

She nodded quietly, Han and Changbin pulling her into the booth, and helping set it up for her, pointing out everything she needed to know. She kept fidgeting with her hair, and Felix popped in quickly to tie it back for her, so it was out of the way.

“There you go, sunshine. You’ll do great, I promise.” He told her, before leaving her by herself in the booth.

She put the headphones on her head, taking a deep breath in to try and quiet her anxieties. 

She heard Chan’s voice come through the speakers, “Okay, so you have the lyrics sheet in front of you there, and if you can find Felix’s lines from the first pre-chorus, that’s where I wanted to start you off.”

She nodded, finding it and telling him that she was as ready as she could be. She hadn’t known how to warm up her voice or anything, and she wasn’t going to attempt it with all of them there. But she knew that they knew that she wasn’t on their level, and they just wanted to hear her sing, no pressure at all. Hearing the music start and Chan counted her in, she picked up singing where she was meant to, singing the younger Aussie’s lines.

She didn’t have the courage to look anywhere but at the paper with the lyrics on it, and once she finished her lines, she closed her eyes, worried about what the boys would think. Singing under her breath was different than singing there in the booth, in front of her idol soulmates.

Suddenly, the studio was filled with applause from the boys, as Chan played back what she had recorded for her to listen to. He blush grew as the boys continued cheering and as she listened to her voice. Wow, she didn’t think she could sound that good, especially singing a line meant for Felix. His lines were always iconic, and she didn’t think she could match up to his level, but she still had trouble believing the voice she was hearing was hers. 

“Wow, babygirl, you’re fucking amazing. We might be able to make a singer out of you yet. But only if that’s what you actually wanted. No pressure at all.” Chan complimented her, and she looked through the glass at him, where she could see a smile on his face. 

“Do you wanna sing some more, or are you finished?” Changbin asked, stuttering slightly at the end of his sentence. 

“I think I’m done, this was enough of an adventure today.” She told them, ready to be done already.

Seungmin and Jeongin wished she had wanted to sing more, the vocalracha pairing wanting to hear more of her voice. Her range seemed to be somewhere between all of theirs, but that made her more of a perfect match, she just seemed to fit in with them in every way possible. They quietly discussed this with each other, both of them determined to get her to sing with them some time, maybe take her out to karaoke, and just let her fool around and they can all just enjoy singing when it’s not a work thing. 

All of the boys really just wanted time by themselves with her, but they knew right now it wasn’t as feasible, not with their increasingly busy schedule, and how it wouldn’t be long until they were flying out for concerts again, in between the last legs of their world tour. Plus, y/n needed to head home and pack up her life. Which meant a round of goodbyes when she had to go, which none of them wanted to dwell on at the moment.

When y/n walked back into the studio, she was bombarded with a Channie hug from the man himself, swaying the two of them back and forth, until he was yelled at by his members for hogging her.

“Yah!! Let us have a turn with our soulmate too!” Changbin yelled, jokingly throwing a tantrum. 

“Fine, fine, my god.” Chan sighed and let her go, but not before kissing her dangerously close to her lips.

That caused an uproar from the boys, who, depending on the angle, thought Chris had actually kissed her. Once it was clarified that the two hadn’t locked lips, the yelling quieted down.

“Do any of you have other things to do today?” Y/n asked, looking around.

“Chan-hyung, Bin-hyung and I have to do some more work in the studio today. I know jagiya has some choreography to go over for the upcoming comeback plus making sure the concert choreo is still good to go.” Han chimed in.

“Jeongin and I have vocal lessons today.” Seungmin informed her.

“Hyunjin and I are planning to go out later with some friends.” Felix said. 

“Oh, okay.” She said, after processing all of that information.

“Why? Did you wanna do something? Go somewhere?” Han asked her.

“I kinda wanted to head back home to the dorms, actually. I need some more sleep.” She confessed, a yawn coming out of her mouth only seconds later.

At her mention of the dorms as her home, the boys’ hearts soared, exhilarated to hear her refer to their place like that. They wanted her to feel at home, and it seems despite the setbacks, they’ve managed to do so.

And they had, in y/n’s mind. She wanted to snuggle up in one of their beds, didn’t matter whose, and just take in the care and love they’ve shown her in the last couple days. She was falling hard for them already, though that wasn’t hard. She was lucky to have them as soulmates, and she knew once she was back here to stay, she wanted to get to know each of them. She had eight soulmates, and she wanted eight first dates. But before all of that, she really needed to pack up her life halfway across the globe first. She had eternity with her soulmates, she didn’t need to rush everything right now.

“Hyunjin and I can take you home.” Felix told her, moving to grab her hand. She smiled at him and thanked the two of them. 

“We’ll let you go home now, and we’ll see you later.” Minho told her, smoothing down her hair before pulling her into a hug. 

She was passed between each of the boys, minus the two who’d be going home with her. Everyone had their own individual way of saying goodbye, and there were more than a couple kisses involved, to which she giggled. By the time they left the studio, her hair was a bit messed up, and she was as red as a tomato, but she was smiling from ear to ear. She was in a state of bliss, feeling insanely happy and content. The two boys noticed and smiled to themselves before they each grabbed a hand and walked her out of the building to a waiting van. 

Hyunjin climbed in first, followed by y/n and then finally Felix, all three sitting together in a row. Hyunjin told the driver where to drop them off, as well as to wait for them since the two would be leaving after dropping her home. Thankfully, for y/n since she was exhausted, the ride was quick, and it wasn’t long before they were in the elevator heading up to the 3racha dorm, since Hyunjin offered his bed for her to nap in. 

This was her first time in that dorm, always being in the maknae + lino dorm since she’s been with them. It was definitely messier than the other apartment, but it seemed just as lived in, and she still felt at home here. Once shoes were taken off, Hyunjin led her to his room, and then searched his closet for some comfier clothes in case she wanted to change. Felix waited by the entrance to the other dancer’s room, not wanting to intrude, however y/n had no intentions of ignoring him. 

“Why are you hanging out over here, come on in.” She told him, grabbing his arm and dragging the taller man over to the bed, pulling him down next to her. She latched onto him, leaning her head on his shoulder and sighing happily. “Much better.” She commented.

Hyunjin came back out of his closet to find the two of them on his bed, cooing at them, causing both of them to blush. 

“Look at you two. So cute.” He said, chuckling as he laid the change of clothes over a chair in his room. 

“You come here.” She ordered him, and he crossed the short distance over to them, sitting down on the other side of y/n.

“Yes princess?” He asked her, curious why she wanted him here.

“Now I’m happy. Two of my wonderful soulmates and I get time alone with you both.” She stated, smiling once again.

“That was all you wanted, both of us here?” Felix questioned.

“Yup!” She said simply, not needing to elaborate.

The two men chuckled, looking at each other before leaning in to kiss her cheeks, leaving the girl a bit shocked.

“You can’t just do that to a girl!” She half-shouted, before burying her face in her hands.

“But we can do that to our soulmate, which you are.” Hyunjin said, before leaving another kiss on her cheek, just to be extra cheeky.

Y/n let go of both of them, falling back on the bed, grumbling about soulmates who need to stop making her so flustered.

“But we like making you flustered, sunshine. It’s part of the fun.” Felix chuckled at her reaction, before his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

“We have to go now baby, but remember if you need us, text one of us or the group chat, okay?” The Aussie reminded her, Hyunjin echoing his words.

“Okay, I will if I need to. Have fun with your friends, okay?” She said, looking up at them with sleep-filled eyes, already starting to doze off.

“We will. Sleep well my darling.” Hyunjin said, leaning down to leave a final kiss on her forehead, before he grabbed Felix and the two of them left.

Y/n managed to stay awake for a couple more minutes, hearing the two leave the apartment, before she succumbed to the lure of sleep.

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Based on what happens when you have feelings for Baxter in Step 4 but turn him down when he confesses his love for yooooou :)

Nights had always been hard for Baxter. They were when he felt most alert, sure, but being alert also meant being aware. And for Baxter, that meant being aware of how alone he was.

But ever since he reconnected with you, nights had become something he looked forward to.

It had been a few months since you and Baxter had run into each other in the days leading up to Jude and Scott's wedding. It had only taken days for him to fall back in love with you, or rather to admit that he'd never actually fallen out of love with you, but you were more hesitant.

"I'm sorry, Baxter, I can't," you told him after he confessed his feelings to you. "Maybe someday, but right now..."

"I see," he'd replied, and he did see. It hurt, of course, but he understood perfectly why you weren't ready to jump into a relationship with him.

But you'd left the door open for a reconciliation. And he wasn't going to miss his chance again.

Things started out slow -- after your late night conversation in the office, he took you back to your apartment and walked you to your door like the gentleman that he was. The next day, you'd invited him to hang out with your friends, something he was so thankful for.

He didn't want to come on too strong, to appear too excited to actually have people in his life, so he waited a few days to ask you out for coffee. He sent you texts sporadically, and when you answered he agonized about how long he should wait to reply.

But as the weeks went on, you spent more and more time together. The natural flirt in him came out more, and he started noticing you being more responsive to it. It was a wonderful feeling.

Soon, you spent more nights together than you did apart. Not full nights -- though he was desperate to have you in his bed, to hold you, to wake up with you in his arms -- but evenings. When you were both done with work, you'd come over to his apartment and he'd cook dinner for you, or he'd come over to yours and take you out. Sometimes after you'd go dancing, sometimes you'd watch a movie.

As time went on, the dances got more and more intimate in tiny little increments. You sat closer together when you watched TV, and paid less attention to plots and more attention to each other. It took longer to say goodnight.

One night, you were over at his place for another homecooked meal. He was by the counter, putting the finishing touches on a dish before he put it in the oven, and you took the opportunity to put on some music, looking back at him just in time to see him smiling.

Baxter slid the pan into the oven, set a timer, and turned to you. With a dramatic flourish, so silly it made you laugh, he bowed and extended his hand to you. When you took it, he pulled you in close. Closer than people who were just friends would dance.

"May I let you in on something?" he asked softly after a few minutes. You pulled back to look at him and saw that his cheeks were pink, but he was still wearing a small smile.

"Of course," you answered.

"I just wanted you to know -- it felt important to let you know -- that while my feelings for you remain the same, I'm not doing all of this because I'm expecting any sort of return," he said.

"What do you mean?"

He paused for a moment, the same smile, almost pained, remaining on his face. You felt him give your hand a squeeze, then he said, "If you were to one day return my feelings, that would be wonderful. But I'm not spending all of this time with you because I want to woo you. This means ... you mean more to me than that. Even if no romance were to ever blossom between us again, these moments with you have meant more to me than I can possibly say."

You took a beat to consider what he said. You took him in, the consummate gentleman in front of you who you'd fallen in love with all those years ago and who managed to work his way back into your heart after breaking it back then. He was being sincere in saying that all of that -- you knew that. And it meant more to you than you ever could have imagined.

"Baxter," you began, moving your hand to toy with the collar of his shirt. He hummed in response, and you said, "What if I want you to though?"

"What if you want me to what?"

"Woo me."

For the first time since he began talking, his smile faltered. His feet stopped moving, so you stopped with him, and slowly, the hand that had been holding yours moved to cup your cheek.

You gave him a small nod, and he closed the distance between you.

Baxter hadn't been lying when he told you that he'd become quite the impressive cook, but that night the dinner he'd prepared for you went to waste. By the time his timer went off, clothes were strewn around the kitchen -- he barely remembered to put on mitts when he pulled the dish out of the oven, shirt off, hair a mess and pants unbuttoned and hanging loosely around his hips. It set on the counter, forgotten, as he led you towards his bedroom, but you only made it as far the couch before your hands found their way back to each other.

He'd had to wait for you to be ready to welcome him back into your heart, but that was fine with him. He was a patient man. And the next morning when he woke up, still pressed against you, feeling your warmth, he was overcome with emotion. For this, he would have waited a lifetime.

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Mate- Max Verstappen/alpha x mate/reader

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As the pale moon cast its silvery glow across the vast expanse of the Atlantic, a lone figure stood atop a cliff, their emerald eyes scanning the horizon. The wind tousled their unruly mane of raven hair, sending shivers down their muscular frame. They were Max Verstappen, the alpha of the Blackwood pack, and tonight, he felt restless. For as long as he could remember, there had been a void in his heart, a longing for something he could not quite put into words. Little did he know that the answer to his restlessness had been standing beside him since they were children, their bond stronger than any force in the world. Her name was Kelsey, and she was his mate. but they didn't know that because she still has to get her wolf which will be in a few weeks.

Max sighed, leaning against the weathered stone wall that had been there since before either of them had been born. His gaze drifted down to where the surf crashed against the jagged rocks below, the white foam glistening in the moonlight. "It's been so long, Kels," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "I don't know how much longer I can go on like this."

Kelsey, who had been quietly sitting next to him, glanced over at him. She could feel the tension radiating off of him, and it made her heart ache. She wished she could take away his pain, make everything better for him. "You know you can always talk to me, Max," she said softly, her voice barely above the sound of the waves. "You don't have to go through this alone."

Max turned his head to look at her, their emerald eyes meeting in the moonlight. He knew that she was his best friend, that there was no one else he trusted more, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth about how he felt. Not yet. Not until he was sure that she felt the same way. "I know," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I just… I don't want to lose you."

Kelsey felt her heart skip a beat at his words. She knew exactly what he meant, and it scared her. She couldn't imagine losing him, not now, not after everything they'd been through together. "You'll never lose me, Max," she said, reaching out to take his hand. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

Her touch seemed to calm him, and he squeezed her hand gratefully. "I know," he said, his voice still rough. "It's just… I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's like my whole world revolves around you, and I don't want anything to change that."

The admission hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. Kelsey's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he was saying. She had always known that Max was special to her, but she never expected to feel the same way about him. She took a deep breath, trying to find the words to tell him how she felt.

"Max," she began, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I feel the same way. For as long as I can remember, you've been the only one who's ever truly understood me. And now… now I can't imagine my life without you." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she closed her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

He looked at her, his emerald eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice little more than a hoarse croak. "Because if you're not… if this is just something that's born out of our friendship, I could never--" as max was about to say something, they both heard a twig snap near then.

They both turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, their wolf instincts taking over. There, in the shadows, stood a lone figure with wild looking red eyes and foaming by the mouth.

"It's one of them," Kelsey whispered, her heart racing in fear. "We have to get back to the pack." She started to stand, but Max's grip on her hand tightened, keeping her in place.

"No," he said, his voice steady despite the terror that raced through his veins. "We can't go back there. We're too close to finding out what's going on." He glanced at Kelsey, his emerald eyes filled with determination. "We have to face this together." " i have to protect my pack and put an end to this rouge problem "

Max's words seemed to snap something inside Kelsey. She nodded, steeling herself against her fear. "Then let's do it," she said, her voice strong despite the tremor that ran through it. "Together."

" kels you have to go back to the pack house, i cant rick you getting hurt when you haven't gotten your wolf yet" max looked at Kelsey with sad and determined eyes.

Kelsey bit her lip, her heart aching at the thought of leaving Max alone to face whatever was out there. But she knew he was right. She nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll go back, but I'll be right here, waiting for you. I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

He nodded, his expression softening. "Thank you," he said, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "I love you, Kels."

Kelsey felt a lump form in her throat as she returned his gesture, cupping his cheek in her hand. "I love you too, Max. Be careful." With one last look, she turned and darted back into the woods, her heart racing with fear and determination.

As she made her way back to the pack house, Kelsey could feel Max's presence fading with every step she took. The pain of being apart from him was almost unbearable, but she knew she had to focus on getting back safely. The woods seemed eerily silent, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She could sense that something was wrong, that the danger was still out there, waiting for her to make a mistake.

as she was almost to the pack house, she was knocked down all of a sudden , she landed hard on her back, coughing up blood, then she looked up and saw the rouge wolf who attacked her. She growled, then charged at him, but he was faster and slashed her across the face, opening a gash. She yelped in pain and fell back, blood running down her face. She couldn't see clearly, but she could still make out the rouge wolf standing over her. He seemed to be laughing manically, then he bent down, revealing his sharp, bloody teeth. Kelsey knew she had to fight back, she had to protect herself and her pack. With all her strength, she lunged at the rouge wolf, aiming for his throat. But he was too fast and agile, easily dodging her attack. They circled each other, both bloodied and breathing heavily. Kelsey knew it was a losing fight as she didn't have her wolf yet, but she must protect everyone she loved.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over them. Kelsey looked up to see Max, his emerald eyes blazing with anger and determination. He was growling, his wolf form visible even through his human skin. He leapt at the rouge wolf, claws extended. The two males fought fiercely, their bodies moving in a blur of motion. Kelsey could barely keep track of them as they tumbled through the underbrush. Max landed a powerful blow on the rouge wolf, sending him flying through the air. He landed with a thud, his limbs twitching. Max stood over him, breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down.

Kelsey struggled to her feet, her vision still blurred from the blood loss. She limped over to where the rouge wolf lay, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Max looked at her, his expression apologetic as he recognized the danger she had put herself in. He knew she wasn't yet strong enough to face such a threat alone. With a sigh, he turned back to the rouge wolf, his eyes narrowed in determination. as doing so, what Max and Kelsey didn't notice was another rouge wolf sneaking up behind the. Sudmdenly, the wolf pounced on Kelsey, knocking her to the ground once again. The wolf had slashed Kelsey's side, opening a deep gash. Blood flowed freely from the wound as Kelsey cried out in pain.

Max whirled around, furious at the attack on his mate. He lunged at the second rouge wolf, but it was too fast, darting away through the trees. He growled in frustration, his emerald eyes searching for the intruder. Kelsey struggled to her feet, her vision starting to clear slightly. Max looked at her, concern etched on his features. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

She winced as she moved, blood dripping from the gash on her side. "I-I'm not sure," she managed to say between ragged breaths. "It hurts…" Her legs felt weak, and she feared she might pass out. Max pressed his nose to hers, his breath warm and steady. "I'll take care of you," he promised, his voice firm and reassuring. "We'll get you back to the pack house and tend to your wounds. but first i need to deal with this rouge"

He turned away from her, teeth bared in a snarl, and disappeared into the woods in pursuit of the second rouge wolf. Kelsey forced herself to stand, swaying unsteadily as she did so. She couldn't let herself collapse again. Not now, not when she was so close to safety. She stumbled through the woods, her vision blurring in and out as she fought to stay conscious.

all of a sudden she felt this sharp excreting pain and fell on her knees. she felt her bones snapping in half and realized that she was shifting into her wolf. she closed her eyes in pain and hunched over. she opened her eyes reveling gold eyes and a loud howl. which alerted max as he hurried to finish the rouge to get back to Kelsey quickly.

the pain was excruciating, but she managed to stand on her four legs, her body covered in fur and sharp claws. she looked around, her eyes wild and bloodshot. another rouge wolf appeared in front of her, its fangs bared and saliva dripping from its maw. she growled lowly, her hackles rising. the two wolves circled each other, sizing up the other's strengths and weaknesses.

Just then, she heard Max's voice calling out to her. She could sense his presence nearby, his emerald eyes piercing through the darkness. She wanted nothing more than to join him, to feel his protective embrace once again. But she knew she couldn't leave the second rouge wolf unchallenged. With a final, defiant growl, she charged at the intruder, claws extended and teeth bared. The two wolves met in a frenzied battle, their bodies slamming into each other with bone-shattering force. Sparks flew as their claws connected, leaving deep gashes in the other's flesh.

As the fight raged on, Max circled around them, unsure how to help without endangering Kelsey further. His heart raced as he watched the two wolves grapple, fearing for their safety. Finally, he spotted an opening and darted forward, tackling the second rouge wolf to the ground. The two wolves struggled against each other, but Max's superior strength soon became apparent. He pinned the intruder beneath him, his jaws closing around the other's throat. There was a sickening crunch, and then silence.

Kelsey staggered over to them, her vision still blurry from the pain. She nudged the limp body of the second rouge wolf with her nose, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Max turned his head to look at her, his emerald eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse through the mind link.

She tried to respond, but could only manage a weak whine. Max pressed his muzzle against her side, his warm breath soothing her injured flesh. "Let's get you back to the pack house," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We need to tend to your wounds."

Kelsey nodded, leaning into his touch. Max placed a paw under her and lifted her up, cradling her in his arms like a pup. The movement caused fresh pain to shoot through her side, but she gritted her teeth and endured it. As they made their way through the woods, she could feel the weight of unconsciousness pressing down on her, threatening to drag her under once more. But she fought against it, refusing to succumb until they were safely back at the pack house.

The air grew cooler as they approached the familiar scent of their territory. Kelsey could hear the distant howls of her packmates, their calls echoing through the trees. Max quickened his pace, anxious to get her back to the safety of the pack house and to the infirmary . The scent of pine and earth filled her nostrils, and she tried to focus on the sensations around her, willing herself to stay awake.

Finally, they emerged from the woods and into the clearing surrounding the pack house. The moonlight cast long shadows across the grounds, illuminating the statuesque figures of the wolves who stood guard at the entrance. Max made his way to the front door, his strides purposeful and determined. As they approached, the guards recognized him and stepped aside, allowing them entry.

The scent of fresh herbs and earth filled Kelsey's nostrils as they were led through the hallways of the pack house. The walls were adorned with tapestries and weapons from centuries past, each one telling a tale of victory and survival. They passed through the great room, where several of Kelsey's packmates were gathered around a crackling fire, their conversations hushed in her presence.

The infirmary was located at the back of the house, its doors closed to all but those in need. Max gently set her down on a comfortable bed, his warm breath caressing her ear. "Rest now," he whispered. "I'll be right outside if you need me."

As her vision began to blur and her limbs grew heavy, Kelsey struggled to keep her eyes open. She felt a stinging sensation as something cold and metallic was pressed against her wound, and then a momentary burning pain as it was cleaned. She fought against the darkness, determined not to succumb until she knew she was safe. But exhaustion won out in the end, and she finally surrendered to the welcome oblivion.

In the morning, Kelsey awoke to the sound of voices outside her door. The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the infirmary. Her wound had been tended to, and the pain had subsided to a dull ache. She sat up in bed, wincing as her movement sent fresh pains shooting through her side. Max poked his head around the door, his expression concerned.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Kelsey took a deep breath, willing herself to ignore the pain. "Better," she croaked. "Thanks to you." kels replied as she finally looked max in the eyes.

as their eyes connected all max heard in his head from when his dad told him when meeting his mate, " it was Imprinting on someone is like… Like when you see her… Everything changes. All of a sudden, its not gravity holding you to the planet. It's her… Nothing else matters. You would do anything… be anything for her." (thank you jacob black ) max felt the same way, he couldn't help but feel something deep down for her, he didn't know what it was but he knew it was real and it was there, he knew that he would do anything for her, he would be anything for her. soon realized that they were mate, soulmates.

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Good. I'm glad to hear that. You've been through a lot, and you've handled yourself admirably. The pack is proud of you." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Kelsey, there's something I need to ask you. I need you to be honest with me."

Kelsey felt her heart beat a little faster as she met Max's steady gaze. "What is it?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Kelsey," Max began, clearing his throat, "I need to know if you feel the same way. If you… if you would consider being my mate."

Kelsey felt her cheeks flush with heat as she considered his words. She knew what it meant to be a wolf's mate; the bond was deep and unbreakable, a connection that went beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. And as much as she'd tried to deny it, she couldn't help but feel something for Max. Something more than friendship, more than gratitude.

Taking a deep breath, she met his eyes again and nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I would love to being your mate."

Max's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I was afraid I'd lost you out there, but I never gave up hope." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "You are my mate, Kelsey.

My everything. And from now on, you're never going to have to face anything alone. I will always be here for you, to protect you and to love you. We will face whatever comes our way, together as mates and as alpha and luna"

As they spoke, Kelsey felt a warmth spread through her body, a connection that seemed to link them in a way she'd never experienced before. It was as if Max was a part of her, and she was a part of him, and together they could face anything. She knew that this bond was not something to be taken lightly, but she also knew that she would not trade it for anything in the world.

"I will always be there for you too," she said, squeezing his hand. "I promise to be the best mate, and luna that I can be. Together, we can lead this pack to greatness."

As they spoke, their bond grew stronger, and Kelsey felt as though she could sense Max's every thought, every emotion. It was both unnerving and incredibly intimate, and she knew that this was only the beginning of what their bond could be.

Outside the room, the rest of the pack was abuzz with news of their mating. They had expected an alpha-beta pairing, but the revelation that Kelsey was their luna sent shockwaves through the group. Many of the younger wolves looked to her with newfound respect, and the older members nodded knowingly, recognizing the strength and resilience it took to survive what she had.

Max and Kelsey's bond was unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. It was not just a mating bond, but a deep and profound connection that went beyond anything they could have imagined. They were inseparable, and it was clear that they would rule the pack together as one.

Their first order of business as mated pair was to strengthen the pack. They worked tirelessly to rebuild the den, repairing the damage done by the rogue attacks and restoring it to its former glory. They trained the younger wolves in the ways of the pack, instilling in them the values of loyalty, honor, and strength. They reestablished alliances with other packs, forging new friendships and ensuring the safety and prosperity of their people.

As their reign continued, Max and Kelsey became known as one of the greatest alpha and luna pairs in the history of the pack. They led the pack through times of peace and war, through feast and famine, always guiding them with wisdom and compassion. Their bond only grew stronger with each passing day, and it was said that the strength of their bond was what kept the pack together when times were toughest.

One of their greatest accomplishments was the founding of a new pack, populated by wolves who had been displaced by conflict or simply seeking a new home. Max and Kelsey welcomed them with open arms, offering their protection and guidance. The two packs became close allies, often working together to ensure the safety and wellbeing of all their people.

Their wisdom and leadership were not limited to the pack; they also served as mediators and advisors to other alphas and lunas who sought their counsel. It was said that their bond was so strong that it allowed them to see things others could not, to understand the complexities of pack dynamics in a way that few ever could.

As the years passed, Max and Kelsey became elder wolves, their bodies beginning to show signs of age, but their spirits remained as strong as ever. They continued to guide and protect their pack, ensuring that their legacy lived on through the generations. They watched with pride as their children and grandchildren took on leadership roles, continuing the work they had started so many years ago.

The world around them changed, but their love for one another remained constant. They faced new challenges, from environmental degradation to the encroachment of human settlements, but they met each obstacle together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

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[hotxcheeto]

May I please have some headcanons of how Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx would react to receiving an assortment of flowers from their fem lover? And said fem lover explains what each flower means, as they are all symbolic of her unconditional love🥺

━ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - none?

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ty darling <33 so sorry it took so long!!!

☆ 𝐕𝐈 ☆ - Cries. Probably. You and her are out and about while you insisted running some errands while you were free and you both happened to end up on the line between Zaun and Piltover. The bridge visible from the undisturbed field you found and decided to stop in.

She watched you pick them, complaining about how you still had to take the elevator down and get back before it got dark. Ansty while holding every bag that you handed to her throughout the day.

What she didn't expect though was for you to come back with a smile and take one of the bags back, handing her the flowers.

"They're for you." "What?"

She's confused but she's got the spirit.

Stares at them like you'd handed her an egg and told her to kiss it. You then usher along, telling her it was getting dark and that you should be going, and Vi thought you were joking.

But then as you walked you began to name each one and explain their meanings, your favorite being the tulips that meant 'perfection' and she nearly sobbed when you compared them to her. And the violets you picked and giggled about because the were purple and she more so wore reds.

The entire time she's listening so intently, trying to remember as much as she can. But you looked so pretty and she was so mesmerized you may need to tell her again. Not that she'd mind.

You love Violet's, especially the one that comes home to you every night.

☆ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗 ☆ - You were taking a bit longer to get home than usual and Jinx had began to worry. But finally you did, showing up with a clutch of flowers in your hand and a bright smile on your face as you walked up to her.

"I got you a gift!" "Really? Let me see!"

She hadn't been that excited in a long time, especially when you handed her the plants that you'd specially picked that reminded you of her. The girl has trouble sitting and listening for long periods of time, but when it comes to you, she could listen for hours.

Especially as you explain how much you love her, Jinx never quite feels like she's enough for you. But your much needed reassurance has her tearing up while you explain to her how each flower represents something you love about her.

Definitely goes out and gets you something afterwards, whether she made it herself or they were flowers that she might not remember the meaning of, but no matter what you love whatever she gives you.

Jinx keeps those flowers until they wither into dust, and even then, she can't bring herself to be rid of them. Despite Silco questioning the decor decision.

☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 ☆ - Cait is notorious for expensive gifts, she's just very giving especially to her partners. But when it comes to her she's nearly everything you could imagine that she'd want. So you go a different route.

instead, while Caitlyn planned a nice little picnic date to escape both of your stresses, you decided to pick some nice flowers for her. And when you give them to her she thinks it's the most adorable thing in the world.

"What are these?" "They're for you." "Oh, darling."

Let's you describe each one and their meaning while she admires you, even asking questions here and there. But you've got the girl bright red when you tell her they remind her of you.

And when you tell her how- she's blushing and on the verge of squeezing you to death. She just wants to cuddle and tell you how much she adores you after that because oh my gosh she finds it so sweet.

Keeps every flower and puts them in a vase in her room, so everytime she sees them, they remind her of you and your love for her. Definitely will expect some more, they're her favorite gifts.

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[ddejavvu]

Reader putting on nail polish and not being able to paint their right hand because they're righthanded and Hotch offering help (I feel like he'd either be very precise or completely fuck up)

everything about this request hinted at domestic boyfriend!hotch but my brain always always always goes coworkers to lovers mutual pining bau!reader so we're doing that <3

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You'd pointedly waited until after the jet had cleared turbulence before you pulled your nail polish out of your bag, not wanting to spill lacquer all over the table. You'd gotten an 'ooh' from JJ at the color, a soft pink called 'nearly nude', but no one seemed to pay you much attention otherwise, letting you do your own thing.

Your first hand was easy enough. You painted your non-dominant, the polish smoothing on in clear, neat strokes. The result was rather pleasing, and you puffed up with pride until you realized that you'd have to switch hands now, and paint your dominant one.

Well, at least one hand would look good.

The handle of the brush felt awkward between your fingers, painting no longer a trained course of action like it had been in your other hand. Your hand was shaking slightly as you folded your fingers in on themselves, bracing your thumb against your pointer. Your tongue poked out from between your lips as you concentrated, but just before you could make contact with your nail a voice stopped you.

"Y/L/N," Hotch piped up from the seat across from you, "Would you like some help?"

Everyone's eyes were on you. JJ was being somewhat subtle, peering at you from behind her book with wide eyes, but Morgan and Prentiss ditched etiquette, standing up from across the jet to peer at what was happening. You looked up at Hotch with raised eyebrows, a questioning glint in your eyes, "With.. with my nail polish?"

"Yes." He nodded, "Your hand is shaking."

You wordlessly handed him the brush, watching in mixed fascination and adoration as your surly unit chief took your hand, his large fingers curling around your own. You let your hand go limp in his grasp and he adjusted it to his liking, his eyes laser focused on your pinky nail.

He started in, slow and steady with the brush, the paint coating your nail perfectly. The next nail wasn't as small, of course, so he had to use two strokes, but it came out looking just as pristine as the first one. His own nails weren't long, but when some of the paint bled into your cuticle, he scraped it off perfectly.

"You're good at this." You broke the silent reverie that had fallen over the plane while everyone held their breath. The sight of Hotch giving you a manicure was certainly not one they'd expected to see, and each of them were handling it differently. Some stared, some gawked, some pretended not to notice, but everyone was surprised.

"I used to have to paint my own with topcoat." He admitted casually, "They were splitting and it looked terrible. I suppose old habits just die hard."

Suddenly, the image of your grumpy boss sitting alone in his office after hours painting his nails was all that your brain could conjure. It was equally endearing as it was amusing, both reactions combining to spread a smile over your face.

Apparently your expression wasn't subtle, because Hotch glanced up, amusement shining in his own eyes.

"What, Y/L/N? Are you making fun of me for painting my nails?"

"No!'" You insisted, and he squeezed your thumb slightly in retaliation, "I just wouldn't have guessed that about you."

He sent you the ghost of a smile, his lips upturned ever so slightly to let you know he was okay with your lighthearted teasing. He finished painting your thumb, letting go (to your unexpected chagrin) and the result was better than the hand that you'd painted.

"I'm gonna come to you with all of my manicure needs," You inspected your dominant hand, awestruck at Hotch's precision, "I feel like I should pay you for this."

"I wouldn't mind a tip," He joked, rifling through his bag, "But I'm not done yet."

"You're not?" You watched him confusedly as he dug through his belongings, finally understanding when he pulled out a small bottle of clear paint.

"I knew I still had it." He set it on the table as he turned to zip up his bag, "Now, one coat or two?"

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