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vad-hander · 2 years

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Pairing: Johnny (NCT) x reader x Jinyoung (GOT7)

Genre: Series | Smut | Angst | Fluff

Warnings: abuse, depression, toxic friendship, established relationships (?), mentions of self harm, messed up everything (you'll get it as you read it)

Words: 10.5k

PART 1 | PART 2

“Johnny, you know, this is a bad idea?” your eyes ran over your tipsy best friend.

“Why? I see nothing bad about this idea.”

“You’re asking me if you could sleep with my closest girlfriend, I see nothing good about it?” you tore the glass from his hand, when he filled it. His eyes were pierced somewhere behind you, you didn’t need a second guess to know they were pierced at her.

“Look at her!” he sighed and you almost felt bad for him.

“Why? You want to tell me you’re in love with her or you want to tell me the drinks that you consumed in the past hour are telling you to fuck someone and she’s the only one you haven’t slept with yet in this house?” you shook your head in disbelief. That was the line he promised not to cross years ago. Want to hook up with literally anyone? ‘You do you but don’t touch my closest girlfriend’ you told him back in school, after his hormones told him it’s a good idea to hook up with your at the time best friend Naya, ruining your friendship. He never wanted to see her again, and all she could ever talk and think about was him. At the end the only common thing that was left between you two was Johnny and this was really not something you wanted to have as a common interest.

“No, not the only one.” he chuckled giving you that light drunken smirk you’ve seen million times. The undone two buttons of his black shirt that were perfectly emphasising his skinny build and the hair strands that hung over his forehead messily were the two signs Johnny was all out tonight. You knew it and you knew it worked, you could practically feel every girl that looked at him drool.

“Oh, so you’re in love?” you tried to hide bitterness in your voice but felt like you failed. Thanks to his drunken state it went unnoticed.

“No, all I’m saying there’s another option too.”

“Great, then you can go.” you stretched your arms out to the side, signalling for him to leave.

His feet moved towards you, making you guess he wanted to say goodbye properly. Johnny’s hand touched your neck, resting his forehead against yours, making it feel weird to have his warm skin on your neck.

“That other option is you, you dumbhead.” he spoke quietly. “As long as you’re still strongly against it…” you didn’t let him finish.

“Yes I am, I don’t want you falling in love with me and then running after me all your life after you’ll have the best sex.” you said quickly, pushing him by the shoulder.

“Oh that,” he laughed in the specific manner, you could only name the Johnny Suh manner “it would never happen, you don’t have to worry.” he continued laughing, throwing his head back. You debated whether punching him into his solar plexus was a great idea? Would he sense anything weird..? Like maybe you were a tiny bit offended and bitter about what he said? “So you’re saying yes?” he snapped back in a second.

“No, I said no!” you shook your head walking away from him.

“Y/n, come on!” he whined, making you wonder how badly in need of a pussy he was? “What if we’ll actually work out? Maybe we’ll click in an instance and date. She won’t bother you like that friend did.” he walked quickly right behind you.

“May-be.” you pointed out, showing two syllables with your hands. “I didn’t notice you click every time you meet her or talk to her before?”

“Okay, let me prove this to you.”

“Prove what?” you turned around, catching him by surprise.

“I’m sure we’ll date after this.” now they obviously would, you thought to yourself.

“That would be even worse.” You made a discussed face expression. “She’ll ask me things like ‘what Johnny likes to eat for breakfast? how does Johnny wipe his ass? do you know by any chance how he likes his dick sucked?’” you tried to imitate her voice.

“Wait, are you already hating on your best friend just because I said we’ll date?” he smirked and suddenly you felt like he was faking his drunkenness through the whole evening.

“I’m not hating, I just know how it goes. I’ve always been a friend of the handsome guy every girl wanted. You never were in my shoes, you never answered the same question 50 times a day. ‘Hi, I think I heard you’re friends with Johnny, d’you know by any chance if he has a girlfriend?’ She’s the only one that never asked about you! Don’t take that away from me! And as an added bonus, I don’t want to third wheel you two every day. You two are my best friends, that would be a hell party I don’t want to join.” you concluded.

“You made me join the hell party when you dated Taeyong!” he said sounding too high pitched.

“Oh excuse me?” you felt worked up in a click. “I dated Taeyong for a month, you saw him 5 times. It was the third time you met him when you worked out we were hanging out romantically, and on the 5th you decided it was great to make unfunny jokes about me. Poor guy left quicker than I could blink, and he wasn’t even someone you knew. You never spoke to him, except for that time you ruined everything, and you’re saying you were in hell?” vivid memories of the most embarrassing night in your life made your face get even redder than it already was.

“Not my problem the guy can’t work out what’s joke and what’s not. Anyway he had a weird face.”

“I liked him! I wasn’t suggesting for you to date him!” you fought back at the memories of your failed relationship. “I did like someone for the first time and you made it about you! I’m asking you just for this, to not ruin something I have. Something in life that’s mine and not ours or yours that I’m allowed to use.” you felt tears prickle your eyes, holding back. You hated the idea of fighting with Johnny, you hated the idea to fight with him over your best friend like that.

“Okay. I get it, I’m sorry, I’m selfish. I know I should care more about you, I’m the older brother, I’m sorry, I won’t do that.” he moved closer and hugged you, sliding his hands over your back.

“I’ll go home.” you said, not willing to hug him back.

“I’ll walk you.”

“Im fine.” you smiled awkwardly. “As long as you don’t sleep with Sieun, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” he nodded and rubbed your hair. “Text me when you’ll get home.”

“Yeah.” you nodded and he stood aside, allowing for you to walk out of the room, and then, out of the house. You needed the lonely walk, you needed to get fresh air in your system.

“So where are the stories? Why am I here and not listening to your sex experience of the week?” you stumbled over his shoes that were standing in front of his bed for some weird reason.

“Huh?” Johnny dropped his body on the bed.

“You’re sick? STD finally got you?“ You chuckled and sat next to him.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” he rolled his eyes.

“So there’s just no more girls in the radius of 40 kms that could agree?”

“Come on, drop it. I missed you.” his hand found your leg, caressing it’s lower part “We’re BBFs and you left me just like that! For a whole week? That’s just cruel.” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I hope the trip at least was fun.”

“It was! Family gatherings are cool when your step-uncle is a 29 year old super sexy college professor in literature with a cute face.” you grimaced a smile of pleasure.

“What!?!” he sat up next to you “The… what was his name again? That weird guy…? The one that went with books in his hand every day wherever he was? With glasses? Wasn’t he like unlikable?”

“Huh? Looking back, all of us were unlikable. I don’t get what’s with you disliking every male that’s around me. ” you shook your head “Plus, he changed, I haven’t seen him in a while. Technically we’re not even family anymore, I mean we’re not even blood related.”

“So you were fucking your not blood related family member who happens to be a bloody nerd, while I was here all by myself? Counting every day till you come back?! Crying on my own?” he held his palm to his heart, trying to look as if he was shot.

“First of all, he’s a super sexy nerd with a six pack. The glasses, if you’re interested, are giving him extra points! Second of all, he’s not family! He’s a very young brother of my moms ex-husband, she just happens to still keep in touch with him, that’s why he came. And no, I wasn’t fucking him.” a lame joke of ‘he fucked me’ came up in your head, but you held back “I… well I’d like to keep that private since you look like you’re about to bite my neck off!” you chuckled, punching him on his shoulder lightly. “And if you missed me… you could’ve at least given me a hug when I came!” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“But did YOU miss me? I mean, did you have time to miss me while you were doing god knows what with that guy.”

“Of course I did, didn’t you just say we’re BFFs!” Johnnys hand found your shoulders pulling you towards him and then on him, when he dropped his body onto the bed, making half of your body lay on top of him.

“Best friends forever.” he sang lowly while falling.

Your hands found his waist when you felt shivers on your back from the unexpected fall.

“So will you tell me?” he asked, moving you a little back from his body in a couple of minutes.

“Tell you what?” you let go of him, moving hair from your face.

“What happened between you and your uncle?”

“Fucking hell, don’t call him my uncle, it makes me want to throw up. He’s almost our age, just call him Jinyoung.”

“Oh, right, Jinyoung.” he said making venom spit out with his mouth.

“Not Jinyoung.” you imitated the tone of his voice. “Just Jinyoung.” you said normally, biting your cheek to hold back a smile.

“Oh my fucking god!“ Johnny pushed you to the other side of the bed. “You’re in love with your fucking uncle! I can’t believe I’m allowing a pervert to lay in my bed.” he tried to make a throwing up expression, pushing you away every time you tried to roll back to him. His room was cold at the end of the day, you needed your favourite human radiator.

“Stop saying he’s my uncle!” you laughed, trying to move back, but he grabbed your fingers with his, not letting you.

“So tell me how far did you two go? Is he fine with fucking his brothers ex-wife’s daughter? Is he as kinky as you are?” he chuckled but seemed serious.

“We didn’t fuck, please stop! Just maybe…” you almost began speaking, when he stopped moving, turning on a full on serious mode and making you shy. Johnny was the one to talk about his sex experiences, you weren’t a big fan of that.

“Maybe what?” his body hovered over you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe because of his heavy body against your stomach.

“I don’t want to talk about it in detail. You’re better at this!” you pushed him off you, taking a normal breath.

“You were just fine talking about in detail when that guy wanted ana…” you closed his mouth with your palm.

“There’s a big difference between wanting something and doing it! Plus I told you this when I was drunk!“

“But you did do it.” he smirked.

“Shut up!” you whined, feeling heat crawl over your face “I thought we agreed to never bring this up!”

“It’s just you and me, no one else heard of it anyway.”

“I’m getting cold sweats.”

“Why? Want to do it again? Or did Jinyoung do it? Getting cold sweats at the new memories?” he laughed.

“I knew if I’d just open my mouth you’ll bully the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I just thought you trust me, I won’t force it.” he laid back down on his side of the bed.

“Okay.” you nodded your head, closing your eyes to rest after your little fight. “So were you crying every evening for real?”

“Dude, yes. Every time you ignored my messages for more than 3 minutes. At least now I know it wasn’t because you hated me, it’s because you were sucking your uncle’s dick.” he laughed loudly, making you jump up.

“You little shit!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow onto his head, trying real hard to choke him.

“So you’re not saying you didn’t?” He was trying to fight back so you sat atop of his stomach, pushing onto it harder than before.

Phone ringing stopped your act, making your eyes land on the device. “Sieun” you read out loud. “Why Sieun is calling you?” you asked confused, finally realising that Johnny’s hands were holding onto your thighs.

“Fuck.” he exclaimed, letting go of you, throwing the pillow away, making you fall off him too in one swift motion. He picked up the phone and ran out of the room immediately.

What the fuck? You thought to yourself, debating if you should eavesdrop or not. Unfortunately, he came back much quicker than you expected, having his normal face expression.

“So…? Want to tell me why my best friend called you…? Or maybe since when you have her phone number…? Or maybe what you talked about that couldn’t be discussed in front of me…?” you asked all those questions getting flashbacks of the night three months ago when he asked you if he could sleep with her. “What the hell, Johnny?” you sat up on your knees, squinting your eyes.

“Oh, that, I can’t tell you.” he chuckled and booped your nose like you’re a puppy.

“My birthday gift..? You’re joining forces to set me a killer party?” he bit his cheek giving away that you guessed it right.

“I’m not saying.” he shook his head no, sitting on his bed.

“Okay, I’ll ask her.” you shrugged.

“Wait, so can you give me your new fuck friends phone number? I know you’d like to sit on his dick on your birthday.”

“Fuck. Off.” you sighed, closing your eyes with your hands.

“Oh, Y/n, I love you too.” he laughed, finally letting you breathe.

to: John

“did you find a girl you’ll fuck on Saturday?”

from: John

“I rarely find them prior.”

“Why?”

“You got someone?”

to: John

“It’s just that I’m going to take Sieun with us, she said she’ll probably bring a guy over…”

from: John

“she will?” his message came through quicker than the one you were typing.

to: John

“Oh Johnny, please don’t cry right in the middle of a club when you’ll see her with someone.”

“When I’ll die, I’ll write in my will that you can fuck her freely.”

from: John

“you want me to bring some1 just bc she’s bringing some1?”

to: John

“No, maybe I’ll bring someone too. I just kindly thought of you in advance.”

from: John

“do I know him?”

to: John

“not sure.”

from: John

“tell me the name?”

to: John

“you’ll see with your eyes in two days.”

“I can’t know every person you know.”

from: John

“k, I’ll think what can I do to not bother you.”

to: John

“you’re my otl how can you bother me TTTTTTT”

from: John

“bye!” you chuckled, throwing your phone to the side of your table, getting back to work.

“Looking good, Y/n!” Johnny said looking you up while you were walking towards him.

“You too.” you smiled at him, taking in his handsome face. Johnny’s casual partying attire was on - a shirt tucked into pants, hair perfectly styled yet, before he drinks enough to become an even bigger flirt than he already is.

“I see nothing worked out, you’re alone.” you sighed, looking around the entrance of the club.

“I see nothing worked out for you too?” he laughed but stopped when noticed you didn’t laugh with him.

“He’s just parking his car, I saw you lonely thought I’ll make you company.” you smiled, making your lips into a thin line.

“Okay okay, I’m excited to see the guy. A car, plus you’re all dressed up for him. Is his dick that big?” he asked suddenly, turning his head to you and waiting for your reply. You were about to punch him, swallowing a chuckle.

“Well, no one complained before so I guess you could say that.” you widened your eyes, looking behind Johnny. Jinyoung stood there invisible to your eyes for a couple of seconds due to their height differences.

“Huh?” Johnny turned around with a grin, wiping it off his face the second his eyes ran over Jinyoungs face. He probably recognised him. “Is that the person you said you’ll bring over?” you wondered how did he not get a whiplash from turning his head to you this quickly.

“Yeah.” you nodded shamefully, feeling bad for not telling him earlier.

“You’re Johnny, right? I remember you from when the both of you were so young and would hang out on the backyard of my parents house on the weekends every time they had those gatherings.”

“You weren’t much older, Jinyoung.” you chuckled, smiling like an idiot. You opened your eyes, seeing a question on Johnny’s face, wiping the smile away.

“Right.” he smiled at you and you stuck. Johnnys cough took you from Jinyoungs gaze.

“So you’re Jinyoung, the uncle? What happened in your life you ended up dating your niece?”

“I see you became the funny guy?” Jinyoung seemed unaffected with Johnny, you sighed, but still stared at him with a death glare, but he didn’t dare to look at you.

“We’re not dating, Johnny. He’s not my uncle too. I just invited him to hang out with us today since it turns out he lives not far from you.” you smiled kindly finally seeing Johnny’s eyes on you.

“But didn’t you…” you pinched his hand as soon as he opened his mouth, not letting him finish whatever sentence he was ready to say.

“I’ll kindly ask you to change the topic before I punch your teeth out.” you threatened, letting go of him, getting a light chuckle from Jinyoung.

“Okay, okay.” he rolled his eyes focusing on something. “Oh, Sieun, you’re finally here, thank god.” he sighed.

“Oh, you’re Jinyoung, right? Nice to meet you.” she bowed politely, looking over you three, shaking hands with Jinyoung.

“You know him?” Johnny asked confused.

“Well, Y/n told me.” she looked confused.

“You told her but didn’t tell me? How come she knows that you’re with him and I don’t?!” he furrowed his eyebrows, leaning closer to you, as if you weren’t able to hear him.

“Sieuna, where’s your friend?” you ignored him, asking.

“Oh, that, never mind, he dumped me.” she looked over at Johnny, probably asking him internally why was he alone too but he was too dumb to guess it.

“I think we can go? D’you know by any chance anyone in there?” you asked Johnny and turned to the entrance. Sieun and Johnny moved towards the entrance too. You wanted to turn around to see where Jinyoung was, feeling his fingers fall onto your waist the next second.

“I guess there could be someone inside I know.” Johnny turned around to you, lifting his arm to put over your neck like he usually did, noticing Jinyoungs hand on your waist. He tried to hide his awkwardness but couldn’t make it slide unnoticed by you. He scratched his neck with that hand, hiding it in the pocket the next moment.

“Excuse me, I need to tell you something.” Johnny chimed into your conversation with Jinyoung, grabbing your wrist and pulling you from him before you could even realise.

“Whats so urgent?” you pulled your hand form his hold, taking a step from him.

“When you were planning to tell me!?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re with him?”

“Maybe because I was expecting you saying dumb shit about him being my uncle?”

“But he fucking is!”

“He fucking was! And for how long? For three fucking years, when we were 10, how does that even count? You were ready to slide your hands down your cousins panties when she came to your family house after a glow up. And she is your blood related relative. Jinyoung is just a guy I like, that’s it, nothing mo…” he stopped you half way through the sentence.

“So you like him and all that?”

“Yes I do, what’s wrong with that?” you furrowed your eyebrows. Johnny’s eyes ran over the club, coming back to you.

“I don’t think he’s a great match to you.”

“Why?” you tried to hear him out at least.

“He seems to be the slug that fucks everyone that comes to his lectures in skirts above the knee.”

“Oh, Johnny, drop it, he’s not.”

“Did he tell you this?” he leaned in.

“No, I just know. He’s a nice person. He’s not into one night stands. If he was, he would’ve not reached out to me after we came back to city.”

“So you did sleep with him on that trip?”

“No, I meant that it’s fucked to have one time sex with someone you know.”

“Exactly. Don’t do dumb things.”

“It’s not one time, even if we’ll sleep with him.”

“So he likes you too and you’re already planning your little children?”

“I don’t know, he’s just nice. If something will happen, I’ll make sure you find out about it 4th.”

“Why 4th?”

“Sieun will have to hear about it before you.” you laughed and left him standing alone.

“What happened?” Jinyoung’s low voice and hot breath next to your ear made you shiver.

“Just typical Johnny.” you shook your head, trying to get the conversation out of your head.

“I’m surprised you two are still as unbreakable as ever.” he smiled and you felt your insides clench.

“I don’t want to talk about Johnny, let’s talk about you.” you tilted your head as if you were a curious puppy. He chuckled lowly and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Want a drink?” you suggested, moving your body closer to the edge of the seat, reaching out to a bottle that was standing there.

“I drove us here, remember?”

“Fuck.” you sighed, pouring dark liquid into the glass and then emptying it with one gulp. “So you’re the hot responsible guy?” you leaned in to him.

“Maybe.” he grinned, making you feel his hands on your waist and cheek.

“How did you end up being a professor?”

“I always liked literature and then it just happened. I thought you knew I liked books.” he moved you closer, breathing in your air. His hand slowly moved from your waist to your butt. You felt warmth spread over your body. You were ready to burn just from this.

“In fact I did know that.” you smiled and turned more to him, making him lean against the seat freely and caress your butt more. “Does every professor look like this or you’re the finest one?” you brushed your lips against his, he smirked, not replying. “If I’ll come over, promise to fuck me over your working table.”

“A suggestion I have to decline.” his fingers ran over your cheek making you shiver.

“Why?” you pouted.

“Responsibilities.” his eyes ran over your face.

“But will you fuck me in the bathroom of this club?”

“Okay.” he replied quickly, smashing his mouth against yours.

Jinyoungs hand gripped tightly onto you, walking you right to where he guessed was bathroom. Your eyes were pierced onto his back trying to contain your excitement. The door was surprisingly open, and he pulled you in there, locking it afterwards.

“You’re for real going to do it?” you bit your lip when you felt his fingers run through your collarbone.

“We’re going to do it.” he looked you in the eyes, walking towards you, making you hit the sink with your butt.

“What about responsibilities?” you asked, feeling his fingers on your butt. “What if your students are in here?” he sat you on the sink, placing himself between your legs. You ran your fingers down his chest, swiping them through his stomach, to get to his bulge. Flexing your fingers around him, you lifted your head up, noticing him watch your actions. “I wish the floor of this bathroom wasn’t this nasty, you’re missing out on the best head of your life.” you smiled, sliding your hand up and down.

His hand moved lower from your collarbone to your chest, forcing the dress you wore reveal one of your breasts in one quick motion. He squeezed it with his hand, staring you in the eyes. Your hand stroked him properly now and you were waiting for him to finally do something to you, feeling him harden under your touch. A knock on the door made you jump, while Jinyoung didn’t even flinch.

“Fuck, we’re short on time.” he said suddenly, letting go of you. His palm found yours, pulling you off the sink. “Turn around.” the commanding tone of his voice made you want to moan.

You did as he pleased, watching his actions in the mirror. His fingers moved lightly, leaving featherlight touches on your skin and moving your hair to one side. His lips left wet kisses on your shoulder, hugging your waist tightly with one hand, and playing with your nipple with the other. Your hips jerked against his, wishing to feel more of him. When his lips reached the crook of your neck, you moved your head to the side, giving him more access, but he refused, letting go of you completely. You opened your eyes, that you didn’t even realise you closed, to see him. You watched him squat behind you, feeling his hands run down your sides. Jinyoung disappeared from the mirror, only making you guess what he’ll do with his skin on yours. His fingers ran over the hem of your dress, sliding it up your butt, pushing with his fingers at the small of your back to bent you a little. You felt his mouth on your butt cheeks, kissing and licking, not even touching you properly and making you go crazy already. You tried to contain yourself feeling his fingers run behind material of your underwear, running them through your folds.

“Fuck, I thought I’ll need to make you wet, but you’re already.” he almost whispered but you still heard it, as if you suddenly got tunnel hearing just for him. His thumb slipped, making three light moves over your clit and leaving you disappointed. You were trying to remember the last time you were turned on like that in the bathroom of a club, or turned on like that at all.

You felt him stand up behind you, finally seeing him in the mirror again. His hands caressed your butt once more, hooking his fingers over your underwear and pulling it down. Helping you to get out of it, you watched him put it in the back pocket of his jeans. Your eyes were pierced to his concentrated face, you thought suddenly that he looked like he was in the middle of a lecture. You could hear his zipper getting undone, hearing the so familiar sound of a condom packaging. You bit your lip thinking how he planned to get inside of you tonight too.

“No need in this.” you spoke, catching his eyes in the reflection.

“Okay.” he nodded and pulled you against his body, making you feel his cock press against your skin. You suddenly felt like you could come just from this. “Should I ask you if you’re clean? You seem too comfortable in this position in a clubs bathroom.”

“Are you trying to accuse me in being a slut?” you whispered into his mouth, pumping his cock, trying to bend your neck enough to kiss him.

“I’m just trying to be responsible.” he craned his neck, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“I wouldn’t lie to a family member if I had STDs.” you joked suddenly and felt his hand slide to rub your clit.

“Fuck you.” he whispered.

“Yes, please, do that.” you moaned, guiding his cock to your entrance. You had to let go of him, bending over the sink and making more space between your legs for him.

You felt him against your entrance, sliding the tip of his cock up and down against you, finally slipping inside of you a little to adjust. You moved your butt in a moment, telling him to get deeper, telling him to move. You felt his hand on your shoulder blade, gripping and you felt him go deep. You felt him fill you up too perfectly for it to actually be true.

“Fuck.” you sighed.

“I know.” he moved back only to make his hips slap against yours the next second. When it seemed like you were fine with the movement, he began doing it again and again, finding his own pace and rhythm. You found it overwhelming but giving the circumstances you knew he had to get it off quickly, he already took too long before fucking you for a bathroom quickie. His hand moved to your neck, making your head get up to see him in the mirror. You could see his eyes get darker and you could see a little droplet of sweat form between his brows. He was so focused on your lower back, or you guessed he was focused on where your bodies connected. His other hand found your throbbing clit, working magic on it while his other hand pulled your body a bit up. The new angle made a loud moan escape your throat. The feelings this new position made you feel were overwhelming, you felt like he began moving his hips even quicker, making you wonder if he could rip something inside of you if he’d go just a tiny bit quicker. He felt too thick and too exciting to take in your mouth, you suddenly thought.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, make me cum.” you moaned when he bottomed out, slowing for a moment, before his hips began slapping against yours loudly.

Jinyoungs hand moved your body against his, holding you by the waist. His chin rested against your neck, making you focus your vision on your reflection, seeing his eyes being focused on your breasts. His hair became wet from sweat over his hairline and you were about to cum just from the way he stared at you. You felt him find the right spot, twitching in his arms like a crazy worm.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, fuck, yes, don’t stop.” your hand hooked over his neck giving you more support against his body. He moved his finger, you felt like on purpose, making you lose the built up orgasm.

Another knock on the door made you shiver. “Fuck off.” Jinyoung whispered under his breath. You felt his hips begin to lose rhythm, feeling his hand get back to the spot that made you see stars.

Your free hand grabbed onto his hand, pressing it harder against your clit. You cried out loud, feeling too overwhelmed and clenching over him uncontrollably, moving his hand away from your clit, being surprised at how easily he obeyed. You felt him cum inside of you, gripping onto your breast so harshly you knew you’d see a full handprint of his on it tomorrow. His hips jerked couple more times, before his high left him, getting his hand back over you. He didn’t slip out of you, making you move your hips all over, while he was rubbing his fingers against you. Your hand was holding onto his palm so tightly you wondered how could he still move it. You squeezed your eyes, but his teeth bit your shoulder.

“Look me in the eyes.” he said simply and you put everything in you to do as he pleased.

“Fuck, Jinyoung, I can’t, I can’t anymore.” you cried, bending your knees and clenching over his, now soft, cock.

“Then cum.”

“I want kisses.” you moaned and felt his lips on your neck for a slight second. You opened your eyes wider when you realised he teased. “One more, please, I need it.” you cried when you felt the wave of heat run through your body before he could even place his lips against your neck. He watched you calm down for what felt like forever, finally leaving you empty and putting his pants back on. He moved so smoothly you wondered how many times he did that in his life, being the one to accuse you in being too comfortable. His hands turned you around, reaching out to the toilet paper that thankfully was there. He helped you clean up, sliding your dress back down your legs, and putting it over your chest. His fingers quickly slipped between yours, making your heart flutter. Before he only held your hand, not intertwining your fingers. He turned around, reaching out to the lock on the door.

“Wait, my underwear?” you pulled him towards you but he didn’t stop, quickly opening the door to a couple swearing at you for taking forever. “Jinyoung?” you pulled onto his hand again, him walking you now not towards where you left from, but some weird dark corner.

His body hovered over you, running his fingers over your hands.

“What?” he looked at you and pecked your lips suddenly.

“Won’t you give it back?” your hands ran over his shoulders, hugging his neck.

“No.” he shook his head cutely.

“Why?”

“If you’ll have it on, how am I going to do this?” he asked as if he genuinely wondered, moving his fingers past the hem of your dress, and diving his fingers between your folds. You felt arousal immediately.

“Please.”

“What?”

“Make me cum again.” you moved your face closer to his, sucking on his tongue.

“Right here?” he asked, running his thumb over your clit.

“Yes.” you moaned into his mouth, feeling his other hand slide down to hold on to the hem of your dress.

You appreciated the gesture, making sure you’re not showing off your private parts to the whole club. His fingers rubbed against you before he felt you cum, and his tongue licked through your mouth before he could feel your breath get to normal.

“What do I look like?” you asked him, feeling your face burn and knowing you’re probably a mess.

“Sexy.” he said quickly, running his eyes over your face and tugging you to walk back behind him.

Johnny sat on the seat you left all by himself.

“Where have you been? I looked everywhere for you.” he probably recognised you by your legs, raising his head and stopping his talking. “What’s up with you? Did you fuck in the bathroom?” he made a face as if you told him you ate dog shit.

“Huh? No, I was just dancing. He wouldn’t do that anyway, he’s too responsible.” you looked over at Jinyoung, sitting yourself next to Johnny cross-legged, feeling Jinyoungs palm rest against your knee the next second.

“Thank god, I thought you were dead.” Johnny was loud for the after party morning. He walked quickly through the door, placing himself on your barstool. “Why you opened the door so slowly?” he turned around, noticing you barely walk back to him. Your entire existence felt sore, though you would lie if you’d say it wasn’t the type of sore you liked. Vivid images of Jinyoung making you cum three more times in your bed last night made your ears turn the darkest shade of pink. “You’re okay?” Johnny asked worriedly, when you finally made it to him.

“Yeah, totally.” you nodded enthusiastically, sitting yourself on the stool next to him and jumping back up immediately “I’ll get myself water, do you want some?” a lame excuse was the only thing that came into your mind.

“No, I’m fine.” he said and you nodded, filling up the glass. “You left so quickly yesterday and didn’t even tell me.” he watched you walk back to him. “Wait, I think water’s running in the bathroom?” Johnny’s hand pointed towards the room.

“Yeah, Jinyoung’s in there.” you nodded and sipped on your drink, resting your elbows against the bar to not sit.

“He’s…? You let him stay…?”

“Yeah…? Why are you so surprised?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I’m actually surprised from yesterday. Since you invited him, then disappeared to “dance”” he drew fake brackets in the air with his fingers, “and then just disappeared? And now he’s here and you didn’t make him leave the second he came.”

“Maybe the issue’s that he didn’t cum?” you chuckled, knowing too damn well he did. “You know, life’s more than sex. We were discussing books and things, you know I can read and speak.” you drank “Can you?” you stared at him, having his eyes pierced back at you. “Guess you not.” you chuckled seeing Johnnys eyes run down your face.

“Yeah, marks on you make me believe for sure you were discussing books.” he chuckled and seemed annoyed. You wanted to jump up to him and hug his neck until he stopped being annoyed and grumpy, but you heard foot steps and the both of you turned to look at Jinyoung.

Oh god, did he have to be this mind blowing?

He walked out with his hair wet and brushed back from the shower he took, white shirt in his fist, torso on full display for you and Johnny to see, showing off every mark you left on him yesterday in agony. Even though he clearly used the towel, his abs still glistened a little with water and you were ready to jump up on him right then and there. He noticed Johnny and didn’t even flinch, putting the shirt on.

“Hi.” he spoke to Johnny, walking over to you. “Do you live together?” Jinyoung asked you and sat on the stool that was meant to be yours.

“No, he just came to…actually why you came?” you turned your head to Johnny, straightening your back. Jinyoung placed his hand on the low of your back, allowing for you to lean against him.

“I called and texted, you never replied. I had to check if you were at least alive.”

“I am, barely, but I am.” you giggled, feeling Jinyoungs fingers run down the back of your leg.

“Hm…” Johnny‘s eyes ran over the room, stopping on Jinyoung, that calmly took your glass of water and drank from it. “I actually wanted to talk.” you knew he wanted for Jinyoung to leave, but you wanted the opposite.

“Call me later, I’ll tell when I’m free.” You nodded, expecting for him to get up to leave, but he just kept looking at Jinyoung.

“Actually, I’ll leave.” you heard Jinyoungs voice next to your ear, turning your head to face him.

“No, stay.” you whined and felt dumb for doing it in front of Johnny.

“No, but I really have to go, I have to prepare…for work.” he paused before finishing the sentence.

“You wanted to say lecture?” you chuckled and he nodded. “Sexy.” you leaned in, whispering into his lips before kissing him quickly. Johnny sighed so loudly you thought you were deafened by it. “I can make you coffee and then you’ll go.”

“It’s okay.” Jinyoung smiled and let go of you, getting back to your room.

“You can make me coffee.” Johnny chimed in, raising his hand.

“Do it yourself.” you rolled your eyes, sitting on the stool and closing your eyes in pain afterwards.

Johnny actually stood up, getting himself a cup and starting the machine that was standing on the counter.

“You want one?”

“Yeah, thanks.” you nodded, seeing Jinyoung come out again fully dressed.

You made a sad face, extending your hands to him, as he walked. His hand grabbed yours, walking you to the exit of your own apartment. You watched him put his shoes on, chewing onto your lip the whole time.

You heard Johnny turn the machine on, making everything that you said unheard for him.

“I will miss you.” you sighed and rubbed his hair lightly while he squatted, finishing lacing his second shoe.

“Me too.” he smiled and stood up. “I’ll call.” you nodded, expanding your hands to hug him. Jinyoung leaned in, hugging you by your shoulder blades.

“But honestly.” you whispered into his ear, wondering if you should tell him this or not. He wasn’t the first one to wake up in your bed and never see you ever again. You knew better than falling in love with someone just after this. Yes, you knew him for ages, and yes, he did message you before this for a week and even before that, back at your family trip last month, he did seem like he was interested for more than a make out, but you still didn’t want to cross boundaries just in case. You’ve met a dozen of flirtatious guys that never had any intentions other than fucking. And Jinyoung, he never even spoke about your relationship, friendship or whatever it was. There still was a chance he wanted to be maybe fuck buddies? You knew better than falling in love with someone just after sex at the club, but knowing better didn’t mean not doing it. You were already head over heals for him the second his tongue ran over your pulse point in the hotel last month. And all of this, it only made you more excited and hopeful. “If you thought of this as a great opportunity to just hook up, you can tell me freely, I’m totally fine with it.” you chuckled, trying to sound careless. For the first time in your life you were trying to be what you usually were, when you’d not care at all what the guy was about to tell you.

“But did you?” he moved back, looking you in the eyes. You bit onto your lower lip, staring him in the eyes quietly. “I didn’t.” he said and leaned in to savour the taste of your lips.

“I didn’t too.” you found it important to let him know, leaning back in to kiss him one more time.

“Bye.” his thumb ran over your cheek, pecking the corner of your lips.

“Bye.” you smiled and felt him let go of you and actually leave your apartment.

“And we’ll never hear of him again.” Johnny chuckled as you walked back into the kitchen.

“Huh?”

“Your dear uncle Jinyoung, poor guy don’t know how you do them.” he grinned widely and moved the cup of coffee closer to you.

“And how I do them?” you genuinely wanted to hear it, skipping the dumb joke he made.

“Make them drool, make them cum, make them leave.” three simple steps that seemed amusing to Johnny. Hearing about it like that made you feel bad.

“Doesn’t it remind you of someone?” you sipped on the drink he made.

“No…?” he seemed to be really thinking hard about it. “Who?”

“You, Johnny. Don’t you remember how you told me sex with no commitment is the best thing on earth. How you poured vodka into my cup and made me sleep with a guy that I didn’t even know of, but could never forget now. His name is Sungjae, I’m not sure he even remembers me now, or remembered me the next morning, but I do remember him, because he is someone that took my virginity. And every time, for my entire life, when I was in girls company, I’d listen to romantic stories of them losing their virginity to their first boyfriends, while my story consist of ‘my best friend told me when I turned 17 that being a virgin at my age is shameful and I had to fuck someone as soon as possible, he brought a guy he kind of knew to the party, told him to do the deal, and poured vodka into my cup. I don’t remember much, but I didn’t feel turned on even a little, the guy was meant to be a sex pro but acted more like a fucking stick. It wasn’t just pain from the first time, it was torture in general, that lasted what felt like 30 seconds, I don’t even know who took who’s virginity, and then he came, threw up and passed out. I woke up in my best friends bed the next day to a specially prepared cake that said ‘welcome to the slut club’ and got a pep talk on how to fuck with no feelings as a bonus birthday gift. End of story.” you clapped your hands.

“Don’t say it like it’s the worst thing that happened in your life? Yes, maybe I did fuck up with the guy, but I wanted the best for you.”

“Johnny, nothings shameful with being a virgin at 17, if I never listened, maybe I would’ve loved someone or was loved by someone by now. But now I’ve been it this slut club for 10 years and never even felt love? No one loved me, no one had sex with me because they liked me for real, no one ever talked to me? It all happened afterwards, after they made me choke on their dick, they would go suddenly ‘you’re the best head, want to date?’ Who the fuck suggests to date like that? Only sick pricks, and sick pricks is everything you’re able to get at the club.”

“Why are we having this conversation suddenly?” Johnny gulped. “I thought you were satisfied with your life? Is that him? Did he tell you something?”

“No, Johnny, it’s scarier, he made me feel something, and I don’t want him to act the way I usually do.” you shook your head, trying to stop yourself. “So how did your evening go?” you opened your eyes wider, trying to smile.

“No, wait, let’s talk about you, did he tell you something…?”

“No.”

“Good.” he nodded as if he was relieved.

“Why you never want me to be happy?” you felt lost.

“I meant something like it was a one time thing, come on, I’m not that mean.”

“No, he said it isn’t. I believe him.” you sighed and stared into nothing.

“Okay…”

“So what’s up with you?” you moved your eyes back to him.

“I left with Sieun, the taxi driver drove to hers and then mine, I just went to bed.” you nodded at his words, not really listening. “There’s a party tomorrow, I know you’d like to go. There’s this guy I told you about, he’ll come, I know for sure you’ll get along with him.”

“No, I won’t come.”

“Why? Oh, you can not reply. Your professor, right?” he chuckled.

“Yes.”

“So you’re not going to sleep with anyone and wait for his call? I’m sure he won’t call you, don’t act like a fool. Aren’t we way past getting attached after sex?”

“I want to be attached. I want to be obsessed and I want to call you crying and I want to stay faithful to him even if you think it’s silly and he don’t even need it. I want all of it because I want all of him. Johnny.” you stood up, running over to your best friend, and hugging his waist, resting your head on his chest. “I love him.” you sighed into his chest, hugging his waist tightly but imagining in your head it was Jinyoung. “I’m crazily in love with him, let’s pray he at least likes me?” you moved your head back up to look Johnny in the eyes.

“Yes, let’s hope he at least likes you.” he chuckled but it sounded too forced, pushing you to lay your head against him once again.

“Nice seeing you.” Jinyoung grinned, watching you walk towards him.

“It’s a pleasure, professor.” you curtsied, chuckling, and felt his hand over your neck, pulling you in for a hug.

“Love seeing you in a good mood.” he chuckled.

“I’m freezing.” you so should’ve worn the sweater you debated and decided not to. Autumn vibes were spreading over the city, turning leaves yellow. “Why did you have to ask me out this late?” you moved back to see his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I had lectures till late today, but really wanted to see you anyway.”

“Okay, forgiven.” you chuckled.

“Suddenly?”

“Well, because lectures being the reason you couldn’t see me earlier is sexy. And maybe because I like the idea of you wanting to see me no matter what.” you bent your neck to the side, smiling at him. “But I’m cold so if you wanted to fuck you need to move before I freeze to death.” you bit your lip, feeling his eyes run over your face. Since that night at the club, he did invite you over to his place on multiple occasions.

He didn’t lie saying he’ll call, and he did so the next evening and talked to you for hours. In all those years you never heard Jinyoung talk as much as he did that evening, and then he called another day, asked you to come over and fucked you like no one ever did. Since back then he’d ask you over more nights than not, always ending the evening inside of you. You’d spend evenings staring at your phone in hopes of seeing his texts.

/“Oh, shit. It’s already 10, I have to run back home. I’m sorry John.” you pouted and stood up.

“Huh?” he looked genuinely surprised. “Since when ten is time to run back home?” he sat up after your body weight stopped pressing him down to the couch.

“I just thought of starting running before work, I have to at least try, once.” you giggled, lowering your eyes onto the phone, where the message by Jinyoung was eating you alive ‘want to see me?’.

“Okay.” Johnny stood up and you blocked your phone immediately. “Let me know if you’ll fail.” he chuckled and walked you out./

“It’s actually not that.” light smile ran over his lips and he let go of you. “I just wanted to see you.”

“No sex?” you tried to not sound too surprised. Through the month he never spoke once about the relationship you had or tried to name it, he made it very physical, calling you over only to get inside of you. You knew you put yourself in a hard position, running to him after a single message, always making time for him and dropping everything there is to drop just to see him. You loved the idea of spending nights in his arms. You loved the idea of feeling his arms wrapped around your waist at nights, and you loved him. The more distant he acted in the morning, the more tears you dropped onto your pillow that night. You hated the fact you were falling for him and he liked it because it was just sex for him. You hated how you woke up before him, just to stare at his sleeping face, you hated how you told yourself you won’t come again, but then was at his door 15 minutes after his message. You hated yourself for having mental block for sharing your feelings. You wished you could just tell him you liked him and see his reaction. You hated how he’d ask you jokingly with how many other guys you had sex this week and you’d always tell him a random number instead of shoving your pride up your ass and telling him he’s the only one you’re seeing. You were scared to tell him that because you were scared he’d tell you something like ‘I’m sorry, but I do sleep with other girls actually.’

“I can’t see you without sex?” his hand held your freezing one, hiding it in his jackets pocket.

“You just never did.”

“Well, today I wanted to just take a walk with you, but I guess you never heard of weather forecasts and don’t know how to pick clothes according to weather.”

“Don’t be a grumpy granddad.” you hugged his arm that he hid in the pocket.

“I’m not, it’s just that the one time I tried ,you couldn’t wear proper clothes.”

“Tried what?” it felt like your legs turned into jelly, did he try to tell you he tried to take you out… a date?

“Tried to not act like an ungrateful dickhead that only needs sex.” disappointment spread over your body.

“It’s fine though, it’s not like I’m not used to this type of relationship.” you sighed and felt the urge to go home.

“Yeah, that’s something I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Yeah…?”

“Our relationship, we need to talk about it, since you know, we never did…?”

“Okay…” he kept on walking, staring into the darkness of the street.

“I don’t want to talk about it while you’re turning into a frozen figure.” he chuckled. “Want to go somewhere?” he finally turned to face you.

“I didn’t actually think you’ll take me anywhere except for your bed… I’m not looking good to go anywhere. We can have this conversation another time.” you stopped walking, forcing for him to stop in front of you. You leaned in, trying to feel his lips on yours.

“No, but I really wanted to talk about it. I can say it right here too.” you stood back straight. Feeling fear spread over your body, suddenly making your entire body feel too warm. “I wanted to tell you this way back then, but was kind of… scared?” his eyes ran all over.

“You have a wife and three little kids? And I was your mistress this whole time?” you giggled and internally slapped yourself for making that joke.

“No, please be serious for at least once.” his eyes finally focused on yours and you were about to burn alive.

“I’m sorry.” you said silently.

“I know, you’re not into this type of thing, I’m probably asking for too much and we never discussed this before, we actually never discussed our relationship at all, but I wanted to ask you to not sleep with anyone else if you’re sleeping with me.” he sounded too stressed and insecure. You were about to vomit because him saying that it’s too much to ask, him thinking you’re not ‘into this type of thing’ was so wrong.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone else, I like you too much, I want to be with you.” you tried to say but everything that came out of your throat was a loud sigh.

“Is that a no?” he added.

“I… Like being exclusive friends with benefits?” you asked.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking, I know I’m just one of the guys you sleep with, but…” he coughed and paused. You wondered if his heart was beating as fast as yours. You could practically hear it in your ears. There were two options of what he could say, one would make you cry happily and the other one would just make you cry. You felt his warm fingers find yours, intertwining them. His eyes pierced into yours that began watering from intense staring. “I don’t want you sleeping with anyone else but me. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you. I don’t want to force you into a relationship, I don’t want to scare you away with commitments and asking you to be more than that. If you’ll give me at least that, I might be able to contain myself and go on.”

“But I’m not scared of commitment?” you blinked multiple times, feeling tears pinching your nose.

“You’re not?” he asked confused and you nodded your head no. “Then…but why…? Huh?” his eyes ran over your face in confusion. “Please tell me I understood you right and you will be my girlfriend?” fear spread over his eyes while he waited for your reply.

You let go of his hands, pausing just for a second, before you wrapped your hands around his neck and forced him to lean in. You nodded your head, intertwining your lips in the softest kiss possible.

“Wait.” he pulled you back. “I want to hear it.”

“I will be your girlfriend.” you chuckled and wiped your tears, pulling him in again. He kissed you back, letting go of you quickly.

“I have to take care of my girlfriend now, let’s go back home, I don’t want you to get sick on the first day of our relationship.” he pecked your lips, grabbing your hand in his and beginning to run towards your house. You had to run with him, feeling like a squeezed lemon by the time you reached your apartment.

“It feels so nice.” Jinyoung murmured, rubbing his cheek against the skin of your chest.

“What feels nice?” you chuckled.

“Just laying in bed with you after work, not pretending I want sex.” his lips left a tiny kiss on your skin.

“So you just pretended?” you chuckled and ran your fingers over his hair.

“First of all I just wanted to see you, and then, after you began stroking me, I obviously wanted you too. You’re a great seducer.” he lifted his head, rolling over to his back and pulling you on top of him.

“Don’t tell me you asked me to be with you just because of that.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“No, why?”

“Wanting to date due to sex related things is lame.”

“I wanted to be with you before I had sex with you.”

“But after you made me cum at the trip?” you chuckled.

“Maybe before that…?” he smiled.

“Since I was a little girl in your backyard? You pervert.” you laughed and kissed him.

“Maybe a bit later.” he laughed.

“I wanted to be with you since I saw your cock.” your hand ran over his stomach.

“Wanting to date due to sex related things is lame though?” he repeated your words.

“It’s not sex, it’s my imagination. I just imagined it in my mouth and since then I knew it’s the only one I want to suck on.”

“Disgusting.” his face expression changed.

“You’re the first guy that finds discussions of me sucking him off disgusting.”

“Not the discussion, the fact I thought there was something more than that and was wrong.” he moved you to the side, turning his back to you, hiding his entire body under your blanket.

“Jinyoung.” you whined. “Turn around.” you crawled half of your body over his and hugged him. “There is more.” you sighed, moving the blanket off his shoulders. Resting your head against his neck and cheek, you began speaking again. “I like that you’re smart, but still funny. I love how you can be a grumpy granddad and then act like a little boy three second later. I love your confidence in everything you do, I love how calm you are, and how excited you make me with everything you do. I love that you’re a professor in literature, I love the shape of your lips and I love the whiskers on your face when you smile after I said something dumb. I love that you care more about me than anyone else ever did. I love the fact you want to be with me. I love the idea of you being the first guy that seem to be interested in me for the first time in my entire life, even though I’m this old you are the first one. And I love the fact that I can put my guard done with you, but it’s still not working out completely for me. I’m scared but I’m trying, I’m sorry in advance I’ll say dumb things like what I just said about sucking you off. I have to get used that it’s not the only thing you want from me, I’m sorry about that. I like you, very much. I don’t know why I told you I slept with other guys too, but I didn’t. Ever since we slept for the first time, the only place I went to was Johnny’s, we only watched TV and then I went back home. I never wanted anyone since I had you because I really really liked you. And even if you say it’s dumb, on top of everything, I find you caring for me sexy, you’re sexy, even if you’re annoyed by that I have to tell you I find you that.” you stopped and waited for any reaction from him. He probably waited to make sure you were done, turning around. He hovered over you for real this time, pressing you down into your bed.

“I don’t know what was going on in your life this whole time, but now you’re my baby, you never have to hide your feelings, you never have to play pretend and act like a fool. I like you no matter what and will take everything and anything you have in store for me. I love you, you’re my human now.” he leaned in and kissed you. You hugged his neck tightly, not willing to let go of him “But you so should’ve not acted like you sleep with anyone else, your words really made me think I meant nothing to you.” he stared at you and kissed again.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know if you slept with anyone else too.”

“We’re dumbheads.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, and you’re professor here.” he rolled his eyes and kissed you softly again. “Can you say that again?”

“What?” he asked confused.

“What you said about me?”

“That you’re my human?” you shook you’re head ‘no’. “That you’re my baby?” you grinned widely, looking like a satisfied cat and nodded. “You’re my baby.” he said and you felt your heart flutter.

“Is it okay I’ll ask you to say it every five minutes?” you chuckled.

“Yes baby.”

“Fuck.” you sighed, feeling warmth spread over your body.

“What?”

“It’s the best feeling I ever felt.” you smiled, rubbing your cheek against his.

“What, even better than when I make you cum?” he chuckled and you slapped his shoulder.

“I thought no more sex related jokes.”

“But I’m not joking, I’m asking for scientific reasons.”

“Maybe on the same level.” you smiled and bit your lip.

“Noted.” he chuckled.

I hope you like the first chapter of this fic !! please let me know <3

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smartycvnt · 3 years

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Some Families Like Each Other

pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

summary: After Rafael tells his mother that you’re pregnant, she gets quite a bit friendlier with you.

“Hey, don’t look so nervous,” Rafael told you softly as he dropped a kiss to the top of your head. You glanced up at him, completely confused by how calm he was being about all of this. Children weren’t really a solid part of your plan, and that had driven a wedge between you and Rafael’s mother, Lucia. After that, the two of you weren’t really able to get on the same level, no matter how hard Rafael tried. Both of you loved Rafael and that meant you’d be civil during dinner conversations.

“Rafael, she cried when we told her that we were getting married. Those weren’t even happy tears, and we both know it. Now, we’re telling her that I’m pregnant and you aren’t gonna be getting a divorce anytime soon,” you said. Rafael tilted his head as he looked at you and you couldn’t help but smile at him. He had taken himself so seriously for so long that little things like that always did the trick in cutting through to you.

“Well, I swear that I’ll talk to her if she reacts badly. Y/n, I think this is a good thing, she’ll be happy for a little grandchild to be running around. She misses having a little Barba.” Rafael shot you a smile before turning at the sound of your doorbell. You stood up from the couch and steeled yourself as Rafael and Lucia went through their greetings.

“Y/n, you’re looking well,” Lucia said as she pulled you into a somewhat awkward hug. Rafael’s family was very different from your own. He seemed to genuinely want to spend time with his mother and be around her. Whenever the two of you went to your parents’ place for Thanksgiving, it was maybe a 90 minute ordeal in its entirety. You’d never been to Lucia’s for less than two hours at a time with Rafael.

“Thank you, must be the hormones.” For a split second, confusion covered Lucia’s face before she turned to Rafael with a big smile on her face.

“That was not how we agreed to tell her,” Rafael said with a frown. You shrugged it off and moved past Lucia to kiss him on the cheek. “Mami, Y/n is pregnant.”

“You don’t let her work too much Rafi,” Lucia said sternly. She took your hands in hers and led you over to the couch. You glanced back at your husband for help, but he was going into the kitchen to check on dinner. Lucia rattled off what felt like a thousand questions about how you were feeling about the pregnancy and whether or not you and Rafael would be moving into a better place.

Personally, you liked your apartment and it was suitable for raising a baby. Three bedrooms meant that all you and Rafael would have to do is merge offices, which wouldn’t be much of a problem. You were high enough at your firm that you could easily just work from home. Meetings were easily done over Zoom or Skype and you weren’t in the habit of having to go down to the police precinct in order to get a client. Even if you did have to get someone, Lucia seemed to be perfectly happy to babysit for you.

“Raf, that was a lot,” you said as you stared at the empty wine glass on the coffee table. He followed your gaze and picked up the glass. “It was weird.”

“What was?” Rafael asked you.

“Your mom. She was nice. I’m pretty sure that this is the first time she’s even been able to act like she likes me,” you told him.

“She does like you. It just took you giving her something that she really wanted, a grandchild. I knew she’d come around eventually.” Rafael kissed your cheek as he tugged you a little closer against him. “Do you miss being able to drink during dinner?”

“So much, which is why when we tell my parents, you’re sober in solidarity,” you said happily. Rafael’s face dropped, as did the wine glass out of his hand. “Come on, they’re not that bad.”

“You didn’t know families actually liked each other before we got together. I think that constitutes as pretty bad,” Rafael said as he slid out from under you. You watched him clean up the little mess before following him back into the bedroom. “But I suppose that is only fair. This is half my doing anyways.”

“Half? No, I think this is all your doing actually,” you corrected. “Now, let’s get to bed. I’m pretty sure your mom wasn’t kidding about stopping by with breakfast tomorrow.”

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stuckinmono · 3 years

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Swimming in Your Taste

The corners of his lips seem to tug upward. “I said,” his breath warm against your ear, “you smell like coconuts.” If your brain wasn’t so fuzzy you would have retorted that of course he knows what you smell like, he’s always sniffing your neck every time he’s fucking you.

º hoseok x female reader

º genre: smut | fwb | roommates | one shot |

º words: 3.1k

º includes: summer sex, unprotected sex, coconut oil as lube, sex on bathroom floor, fingering, , grinding, oral sex (f receiving), cum inside (always practice safe sex ppl), oblivious reader

º note: summer + hormones = this fic. Hope you enjoy reading this!

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Whoever gave the idea that summer is all fun and fresh vibes is just plain stupid.

The only thing summer is giving you is sweat. Lots and lots of sweat. And you stink now, too.

Therefore even when you wish you didn’t have to move at all you know that it’s time to hit the shower for the second time today. And it’s only noon.

Moisturizing after a good shower is actually your favorite part. It’s like the proper ritual of cleansing. You apply some oil onto your palms and caress it all over your body. Every skin is covered. It feels like you’re actually taking care of yourself. It’s nice.

The mirror is just above the shelf containing the essential stuff, and when you stand in front of it, you see your entire body clad in absolutely nothing. It’s not a magazine perfect picture, definitely not the smooth and spotless skin of the people in porn, but it’s okay, you suppose. You have curves but they’re like minimal. Your skin isn’t fair all over, and you have some marks littered over your skin. But honestly, overall, you’re o-kay.

Standing in front of the mirror, you’re seeing the sight of your hairless vagina right in front of you. Honestly, private parts are weird. You really don’t get the hype.

“Are you seriously staring at your pussy right now?”

And suddenly you’re not alone. You whip your head to see Hoseok at the door. “Oh my god, you startled me, Hoseok, what the hell. What are you even doing here?”

“Looking for something of mine. Also this is my bathroom too.”

You shoot him a weird look. “But I’m still here.” He moves his hands in a fuzzy gesture as if to say meh. Fine, then. You fuck once and then some and apparently privacy isn’t a thing anymore. Whatever, Hoseok is still a nice roommate anyway, and also you don’t really care much.

“What are you doing?”

“Moisturizing.”

The shelf is a bit of a mess, but the bottle of coconut oil stands at the bottom. The bottle is huge, and the oil has a lot of uses. It’s very convenient. Trying to moisturize the part down there isn’t very convenient, however, because you have to spread your legs a bit and bend down to really cover the area.

“Can I?” His voice startles you because why is he still there, and also, he’s looking at you in a funny way. He looks at you and you feel stripped beyond mere nakedness. And your chest is starting to do that thing again, that thing it does every time he looks at you like this.

You shrug your shoulders to say it’s okay. It’s actually a weird question, one you’ve heard from him way too many times already. Can I? Yeah, sure, whatever you want. You don’t actually say that, though. You simply stand there, waiting. He’s getting closer, and it’s getting hard to think properly. You watch him move through the mirror. He stands behind you, and reaches for the bottle of oil you always use.

You feel the heat of his body through all the clothes he’s wearing. He’s fully clothed, and he presses against your naked body. It’s also getting a bit harder to breathe.

His movements are slow. His hands glisten as he rubs the oil between his palms and on his fingers. A moment passes where he pause to hold your gaze, and now you just want to curl inward. As if on cue, his other hand grabs hold of your shoulder and one of his feet nudge your legs to spread farther. He leans down and you automatically shut your eyes close.

“Coconuts.” You feel his breath on your neck, his hand lightly crawling up your thigh, and you shiver, barely registering that he said something.

“Huh?” you mumble intelligently.

You would have responded properly. “It’s the-“ It’s the oil, you would have said.

Except Hoseok chose that moment to cup your pussy, and you can feel the warmth of his fingers against your sensitive skin. What you would’ve said turns into a sharp gasp. Apparently your reaction is funny to him because you hear him chuckle behind you.

“The oil, huh. The one I’m using on you right now?” he asks. You say yeah, though it sounds more like a needy whimper.

“Cute. Then, would I taste coconuts if I fuck you with my tongue?”

Your eyes squeeze shut at his voice and his words and your hand fly out to move his. Please start moving because you really need it. Hoseok probably knows this, how you’re starting to slip and become needy. Every time his hands touch you like this, it becomes so easy for you to simply remain under his hold, still and pliant as you melt under his touch.

Then he starts doing two things at once: with his free hand he slaps your hands away, and he rubs his two fingers back and forth your damp pussy. The pleasure makes your knees melt, as you feel the heat from deep within your core. You feel your pussy steadily getting wet with Hoseok’s fingers. Your wetness makes it easier for him to slide between your folds until he finally sinks a finger inside your soft and slick folds.

He thrusts his finger inside and out slowly, hand coming up to press you against his chest. Which was what you really needed because any moment soon as he keeps on touching you like that you’re going to crumble.

“O-oh.” Your breath stutters, and you grip Hoseok’s arm tightly. He’s so good with his hands that when he holds you like that you feel boneless with his touch. He knows just where and how to touch you, knows all you sweet spots from head to toe, kisses you so good it’s like he has a map of you memorized.

His hand goes up to your chest, squeezing your chest lightly. He goes to cup you breast, thumb and forefinger playing around with your taut nipples. You moan from the action, and jerk from the feeling of his finger alternating its motions from thrusting into you and sliding along your folds, occasionally hitting your sensitive clit. You feel his breath on your neck, light kisses treading down from your nape to your shoulder.

“Hoseok,” you whimper. You want more, need more. His fingers languidly explore you from deep inside, touching your walls just right. But you really need more. “Hoseok,” you call out to him again, and he responds with a kiss on your cheek. You turn to meet him and he’s instantly there, lips on you, and it’s both fast and sensual, heated and slow. You can’t help but go crazy from the way he moves with you.

“Baby,” you look at him, and you see the way his pupils are blown from the lust charging between the two of you. Eyes still on you, he brings his fingers that’s soaked with your wetness and nudges your lips open with it. “Suck.” You feel shivers from Hoseok’s commanding voice. You do your best to lick his fingers, suck every part, all without breaking eye contact with him. You can tell he’s just as heavily affected with the way he breathes heavily while looking at you, his fingers snug in your wet and warm mouth.

You let his fingers fall from your mouth, and he turns you around to face him fully. His arms embrace you tightly as you let out a deep exhale. “’Seok?”

He hums as his arms hold you tighter and he moves to kiss your forehead gently. As he nuzzles your neck to drink in more of you, you call his name again. “Hoseok.”

“yeah, baby?”

“Need more. Need you.”

You pepper kisses on his clavicle, kissing the skin that you can access, sucking the skin right below his jawline. You feel the vibrations from his chest as he moans from what you’re doing to him. Your hands move around him, from the small of his back down to his ass, gripping him to meet your core. “Mhm, baby.” Hoseok makes a sound between a moan and a growl, making you more desperate for him.

“Need you, ‘Seok, need now.” You’re practically grinding against him now, doing what you can to feel him, and you know he needs it too, feeling his hardness against you, and you can’t wait to feel it deep inside you.

You feel hands on your shoulders holding you tight. “Hands on the countertop. Hold on to it for me.” His breath is warm on your ear, and you feel him leave a soft kiss on your ear as he lets you go.

You’re quick to follow his instructions. You are impatient for him, after all. So is he, evidently, because not a second later and he’s immediately there behind you, covering your body with his. But this time you noticed that he’s already removed his shirt, his chest now directly touching your back. Skin on heated skin. He’s quick to hold you, a touch of madness in the way he roams his hands around your chest, your waist, all the way to your thighs.

Hoseok seems to have changed his mind as he twirls you around and spreads your legs. Your heart pounds when you see him kneeling, and his eyes concentrated on your pussy. Without a thought, your hands move down to your center, fingers sliding down your folds. “Oh, god, fuck,” he growls when your fingers spread your folds in front of him, opening up your pussy just for him. He removes one of his hands on your thighs in favor of gripping his clothed cock, feeling the need for relief.

You need it just as badly. You put a finger inside, sighing as you feel relief when you stretch your walls. It feels good, but what makes it amazing is the way Hoseok’s eyes are fixed on you with wild lust in his gaze. “’Seok,” you can’t help but whimper his name, and he’s quick to respond.

“Baby. How does it feel, huh? Feels good?”

“So good, mmm. Wish it were your fingers, ‘Seok, you’re so good with your fingers, always make me feel so good, mmhm.”

“Mmm, I can tell how much your pussy loves it. Always soaking wet for me, always so good. Want a taste, baby, gimme a taste.”

Gingerly, you bring your hand to his mouth, and he opens wide for you, and immediately tastes you from your fingers. All the while he keeps on rubbing his cock. He’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. Hoseok loves it though, loves the pain and the pleasure, basks in the feeling of seeing you lost in your own pleasure, goes crazy at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin as you cry out his name. He loves making you feel good, loves your sounds of pleasure. Hoseok feels like a man on a mission when he’s holding your body, that mission being to touch, to kiss, to worship every sweet spot on your skin and inside you. And damn, what a reward it is to see you come into completion over and over again.

He goes back to hold your thighs apart, spreading them just so he can dive into his favorite taste. The reaction is immediate: your moans of pleasure quickly rings in his ears and your hands come to grip his hair, and he loves the burn in his scalp. High for your taste, he digs his tongue deeper, relishing for more. He looks up to see you, and what a sight. Face red, eyes drooping, and mouth open as you pant heavily. He licks every part, every patch of wetness. Fucks you harder with his tongue, going in deeper. He grips your thighs harder and with his thumbs he opens you up so he can have more.

“So good, tastes so good, baby.”

“Hoseok,” you cry out. There are practically tears flowing down your cheeks as you feel his tongue fuck you so good. If he’s this good with his tongue, then he’s a god with his body.

You push him off, dropping down to your knees in front of him. Swiftly, he takes you into his lap, and with a mad rush he holds your cheeks but gently, and he kisses you ferociously once again.

As you grip his shoulders tightly, you move your hips back and forth against his lap, and you both moan. It’s a flurry of sensations: his hand gripping your waist as you grind on his lap, his other hand holding the back of your head as his tongue licks into your mouth, plays with your own tongue, and his mouth claims your own.

You decide you’ve had enough and break away for him, needing to hold his hard cock. Frantically, you grip the waistband of his sweats, and with clumsy coordination, Hoseok moves to bring down his pants only enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, and your eager hands wrap around it, thumb rubbing his slit to spread his precum all over his cock.

Hoseok pulls you closer to him, his hand squeezing your ass and you hover above his cock.

Finally, you sink down on him.

“Mmmmmhm, Hoseok, ‘Seok,” you’re both moaning as his entire length is fully sheathed inside you, deeper and deeper.

“Baby, c’mon, ride for me, baby.”

You can’t respond anymore. As you grind on his cock and start bouncing, only the sounds of your pussy hitting his lap and your whining sounds can be heard. You’re desperately chasing the feeling of your orgasm and the Hoseok’s cum deep in you.

“That’s it, babe, c’mon, keep going,” his hands hold your hips steady, his own thrusting up sharply to meet you.

“’Seok, mmmhmm I want, need—please please,”

With the way you’re bouncing frantically it’s almost as if your life depends on it.

“I know, baby, hold on,” With one hand caressing your hair and the other hugging you tight, Hoseok takes charge of your body and drives his cock hard into you, pistoning up and down, and your mind goes crazy from the motions.

“Aaah!” His change in the angle of his thrusts has you screaming, hands holding on tight to his shoulders. “Yes yes yes hnngg, ‘Seok,”

The sound of your gasp is cut off by his mouth on you. It’s messy, with the two of you frantically moving, but it’s perfect.

Your mind is clouded with haze, and you feel Hoseok consuming you, all over you, and in the depths of you.

You’re close, and he can feel it. He fucks you harder and holds you tighter. He rubs his thumb quickly on your hardened clit, making you squeal.

One forceful thrust from Hoseok in you and you scream from the orgasm that hits you like a freight train, shooting you up into the sky. His hand never leaves your pussy, still rubbing quick circles, until you’re gushing onto his stomach.

You probably blacked out from your orgasm, and you come to just in time to hear Hoseok’s drawn out moan and feel his cum shoot into your deepest parts. The feeling of his cum makes you feel relief. He slumps towards you, his forehead touching yours, eyes still closed.

He smiles when he feels you press butterfly kisses on his cheeks and nose.

“You okay?”

“Mmm.”

“Wanna clean up?”

“Wanna hug.”

Hoseok chuckles, moving his hands across your back and sides, knowing how much you like the contact, before pulling you closer.

But the good feels from the high of the orgasm has already worn down by now, and you’re already sober enough to register just how hot everything is. Not like, sexy hot. It’s actually hot as fuck.

“Oh God,” you move away from the sweet confines that is Hoseok’s arms and lap in favor of standing up because there is sweat everywhere and God, you need another shower!

“What’s wrong?” You look at Hoseok and see the triangle forming on his lips again as he looks up at you with concern?

“It’s your dick, Hoseok.”

“What the fuck? What’s wrong with my dick?”

“Nothing baby, but it made me sweat so hard and it’s the middle of the cursed summer.”

His face immediately morphs into a teasing one, his eyebrows waggling at you.

“That good, huh?”

“Oh, shut up, you. I gotta shower again because of you.”

“Well, if you weren’t staring at your pussy earlier—“

“I wasn’t staring! I was just inspecting.”

“Who the fuck inspects their pussy with that intense look on their face? Do all girls do that?”

“As if boys don’t whip out their dicks and check how long they are. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

“Mmm, I won’t if you let me shower with you,” his arms try to circle around you, maneuvering you towards the shower.

Whatever you were going to retort gets interrupted by your own giggles when Hoseok tickles your neck with his kisses.

“Hoseok! Hey, I don’t want to slip. Stop kissing me, why are you so obsessed with me?” your voice is full of jest, poking fun at Hoseok, but all of a sudden he stops, and you feel him slowly move away from you.

You’re confused by his silence. It’s kind of disorienting when Hoseok becomes silent like this.

“Hoseok?”

He says nothing, only strips the rest of his clothes off. He looks at you for a moment and reaches the shower knob behind you. The water falls like rain, and the two of you face each other. Hoseok grabs the soap you use. Coconut scent. He rubs it on your skin, and as always, his touch is firm but gentle. The rest of the shower go like that. Quiet, gentle touches of your hands on each other’s skin.

When you’ve finished cleaning up, he takes one of the towels and wraps it around you.

He smiles at you, pinches your cheeks before he dries himself off.

You finally leave to get dressed, but not before looking at him. You’re not sure what happened, why Hoseok went quiet all of a sudden, but you hope it’s just temporary. It’s probably weird but your moods seem to flow with Hoseok’s moods. But anyway, maybe your plan to buy him his favorite takeout from his favorite chicken store will make him feel better.

Hoseok is left alone in the showers, where it is rife with the scent of you. He basks in it, almost like he is swimming in you, just for a while longer.

Coconuts. His favorite scent. Every single time.

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melliflovs · 3 years

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Personal Punching Bag - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,627

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Sweaty!Gojo, Oral, Teacher Student relationship, slight daddy kink, aftercare, Sexual tension whew

Summary: Gojo meets you in the gym for a surprise session, except this one ends a bit differently ;)

A/N: This is part two, part one is on my masterlist! This is my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoy!

My requests are open!

It'd been a week since you'd seen Gojo outside of class. He'd made no mention of your gym session since it happened or any indication that he'd meant to follow up on his empty suggestion of "We should do this again sometime"

Admittedly it'd left you deflated. You'd found yourself distracted in class, daydreaming of his eyes under the blindfold and how they looked even prettier than the blue sky on a clear day. Instead of focusing on your studies, you were zoning out and your time spent in the gym after classes just left you frustrated and yearning for more.

You knew deep down you liked more than just his eyes, Gojo had given you more than enough to think of at night when you were alone in your dorm. The image of him shirtless and glistening in sweat permanently ingrained in your mind. Hormonal schoolgirl fantasies running wild.

It was so unlike you, you hadn't checked but you could tell your grades were slipping and your reflexes weren't as sharp as they used to be. In the event that you were sent on a mission, you didn't know if you'd be able to hold your own or if you'd have to rely on Yuji and Megumi for your safety. The thought of being defenseless against curses frustrated you. You were supposed to be better than that and you felt like you were letting yourself and others down.

Today you walked to the gym by yourself, you'd grown distant to your friends lately. Your head too far up in the clouds to handle any conversation. You opened the door, a glimmer of hope in your eyes before it inevitably faded.

He wasn't there. Again.

With a sigh you took off your shoes, stepping onto the plush mat, and approaching your usual punching bag. The bright red canvas seemed to taunt you as you got into the stance that your sensei taught you not long ago.

You swung and hit the bag weakly, the dull thud reaching your ears and making you groan in annoyance. Abandoning your stance you let hell rain down on the punching bag. Swing after swing battered the equipment.

"You know I'm probably a better sparring partner than that bag."

His voice made your heart sing, your fist pausing mid-air when you heard it. Shaking your head you brushed the stupid feeling off. Internally scolding yourself. You don't have time for this.

"Why are you here, Sensei." You were clearly annoyed, your tone laced with irritation.

Gojo simply didn't care, "I thought we discussed that. Calling me Sensei outside of class." He was teasing, you could tell but you were tired. Your muscles beginning to ache from your pitiful workout.

"Fine," You spit. "What are you doing here, Gojo."

"You're clearly frustrated," He mused "Why don't you take it out on me" Without a second thought you turned and swung at him. Fist flying faster than he'd anticipated. Even though it caught him off guard at first, he recovered quickly and caught your fist, holding it in his own.

For a moment you both stilled, it was the first time you'd made eye contact in a while. His blindfold was already removed and you momentarily felt lost. With a smirk, he snapped you out of your daze by pulling you forward by your hand.

Tripping over your own feet you fell into his chest with a soft thud. He felt warm and smelled like honey and freshly washed laundry. You felt a laugh rumble through him as he spoke, "Don't get too comfortable, we haven't even begun."

Before you had a chance to question what he'd meant he used his other hand to tilt your head up to kiss you. It started off slow at first, lips melting together as it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You'd wanted this so badly, but you'd also wanted more.

You became greedy, slipping your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, and pulling him closer. Gojo bent down to respond to your advances, tearing himself away from you for a moment to trail his lips down your neck.

He began sucking and biting lightly with his mouth, trailing lower as you pressed up against him. The grey sweatpants he wore to the gym left little to the imagination but what you felt against you was no dream.

You reached down to his bulge, clearly growing bigger the farther the two of you went. Your breathing grew heavy as you palmed him through his sweats. "S-Sensei"

"No." He growled out between sloppy kisses, his hands moving to your breasts. "Say my name, (y/n). Say it."

"Gojo" You moaned as his inquisitive fingers slipped under your bra and began to play with your nipples, the action sending small shocks to your core.

"I- I wanna make you feel good, Gojo." You whispered in between small pants as his hands continued to shamelessly roam your body. Your workout had already left you feeling sweaty but his actions were making your blood pressure rise. His hands relented and you took it as you greenlight.

Sinking down to your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes becoming clouded with lust. In one swift motion, you pulled down his sweats. To your surprise he'd gone commando, the soft look of shock on your face made him smirk. His blue eyes darkening as he watched his cock spring forward towards your beautiful face.

He'd never have admitted it but he'd imagined this very moment multiple times over the past week, hands moving over his own length late at night with your name on his lips.

Slowly you took him in your hand, slowly pumping him as you wet your lips. Your tongue flicked out towards his tip, the smallest of touches made Gojo moan softly, spurring you on. You wrapped your tongue around him. Slowly beginning to inch your way down his impressive length.

His hands found their way into your hair, petting you softly as you worked and keeping it out of your face. Gojo looked down on you with adoration, stroking your cheek softly as held back a moan.

"You're doing so well, baby." He praised, "Making your daddy, feel so good."

The name made your eyes widen and your thighs clench, you looked up at him as you took him all into your mouth. Your hand gripping his leg for stability.

You felt drool escape your mouth as you bobbed your head, listening to breath hitch as you looked up into his eyes. You moaned around him, feeling yourself growing even wetter.

Gojo tapped your cheek lightly, prompting you to stop your movements. You released him with a pop, his cock even harder than before as he pulls you up off the floor. "I want to be inside you, Baby. Wanna feel you come around me."

You moaned softly at the idea, quickly turning into a mess. He picked you up by your waist, wrapping your legs around him. As he walked you could feel him rubbing against your clothed heat, bringing you to the wall. He set you down for a moment, reaching down to drag down your yoga pants and squeezing your ass before lifting you again.

Hoisting you up he buried his face in your neck, your hair sticking to your skin with sweat. You felt like your nerves were on fire. Every little ministration going straight to your bundle of nerves that begged to be touched. Gojo started kissing your neck as his thumb moved your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him.

His fingers toyed with your folds, spreading your wetness up to your clit before slowly circling the bud. He could feel you tense up under him, your thighs tightening around his waist as you involuntarily pulled him closer, his cock rubbing against you.

Slowly he entered you with a hiss. Your warmth enveloping him as he started to thrust at a brutal pace. You were both so pent up, the thought of release taking over as you began rutting against each other. Gojo whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how tight you are and how good you've been for daddy as you moan uncontrollably.

It felt as though as much time had passed but simultaneously not enough. You wanted to be lost in him forever.

You could feel him hitting against your cervix, you felt so full, so fulfilled after yearning for a week of your dreamy-eyed Sensei.

Gojo.

You could scream it from the rooftops until your lungs ached. So you did, the sound filling the gym and no doubt the surrounding hallways, but you didn't care. The feeling of him rutting against you and setting your skin ablaze took away all reason, your chants only making him go deeper and faster. His finger found his way back to your clit as you continued to edge closer to your end. Beginning to lightly shake from the exhaustion and pleasure.

"Let go, (y/n). Come around my cock."

His words set you over the edge, your body tensing again as you moaned his name lewdly. All you could think about was how good you felt stretched around him.

Gojo came shortly after finishing inside you and riding out your highs. Slowly he slipped out of you, his hair covering his face as he pushed yours to the side, giving your forehead a kiss. Carefully he lowered you to the ground, letting you rest as he walked to his gym bag that you'd long forgotten and grabbed a small towel. Carefully he cleaned you up then sat back down beside you.

Wrapping his arm around you he smiled softly "I'll be your personal punching bag anytime."

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losingitinjersey · 3 years

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Ever spend the last 12 days intending to blog every day and then never finding the time to do so? Yup, that’s where I’ve been at. Straight up in survival mode over here.

My MIL left on Monday and while my days since have been spent constantly putting out fires managing two crying children (often at the same time), I’m oh so flipping happy to be on my own again :) I understand that it’s important for family to come and visit and get to know their grandchildren. While I’m happy we all had that time together I’m glad to now have the time to figure out life as a family of four without an extra person in the house.

Kevin started a new rotation that has him gone six days a week from 4 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. (or later) so all he has time to do is come home and sleep. Poor guy :( I went from having both him and either my mom or MIL home all the time to now doing everything alone. It’s a lot but I’m surviving!

Here’s a rundown of some of the highlights from the last 12 days.

Aug passed her hearing test! Woooo!

Thanks to the MIL here, Kevin and I were able to go (BY OURSELVES) out to dinner, out to brunch, on several walks, and two grocery shopping dates! Such a dreeaaammm!

My MIL strongly dislikes/is scared of my cat, Saki. As such, on one of the days I was gone at appointments with Aug for six hours she didn’t let him downstairs. Due to this he pooped in my bedroom on the carpet :( To my MIL’s credit, she thought he had a litterbox upstairs, but no. That’s why I’m always letting him down and opening up the bathroom with the litterbox in it for him all the time. Pay attention, woman.

While we’re on the MIL rant, I’ll keep going with two more stories.

I’ve put Erp to sleep every night of her life except for when I was at the hospital delivering Aug. We have a bedtime routine that I look forward to every day and one that I find to be an intimate experience that only we share. One night that I’m putting her down, I come out to find the kitchen and dining room still a mess with Kevin and his mom sitting on the couch (she has Aug in her arms so she gets a pass). But I’m frustrated and start to clean. At one point I look up to ask if MIL can turn on the monitor (that I know was turned off before I went in to start bedtime) and I see she’s looking at it watching Erp. I ask her if that means she watched us while we were in there. She replied that she had. I reply, “Great.” Drop what I’m washing in the sink and run upstairs slamming the door shut behind me. I go to pump and cool off. I come downstairs 40 minutes later to tell her I overreacted but also that I felt she had invaded our privacy. She tells me, through tears, that it reminded her of her time with Kevin when he was a baby. I get it, but still. Kevin said had he known she was watching he would have told her to stop since I made it VERY clear to him early on in Erp’s life that I don’t like being watched on the monitor when I’m in there with her. I guess I should have told her about my preference in advance but I never thought I’d need to spell it out like that.

For the last week she was here, she had Chicago Med on the TV constantly, at relatively loud volume. Please note that we never ever ever have the TV on at our house unless we’re actively watching something, and if that happens it’s 99% of the time just me watching and I do it for an hour at night when everyone is asleep. If we need background noise, music is playing. She would just sit on the couch and watch her show talking about gunshots, premature birth, and whatever kind of medical drama while my kids are running around. I’m sorry, but I thought you were here to connect with your grandkids? So while she sat on the couch, I would engage and play with Erp for hours. Cool cool cool.

Please note that despite all this she’s a lovely woman and a great grandmother and mother and MIL. I came into her visit already dreading more company, and I’m sure I’m still surging with hormones from the pregnancy (right? or am I just this way always now?). All this to say that I was not begging her to stay and getting used to taking care of both kids on my own wasn’t that hard since I’d basically been doing it during her entire visit.

Okay, let’s take a breather and talk about other things.

Do you remember the 21st night of September? I DO because my 6 week old slept 12 straight hours! GLORIOUS.

After finishing listening to Billy Summers (loved it!) I decided to undertake Stephen King’s hefty novel, The Stand. I’d been scared to attempt it ever since I read 100 pages of it in 9th grade before deciding to pick it up again later. I guess 23 years later did the trick because I’m thoroughly enjoying it! I’ve learned that audiobooks are the only way I can get through any material lately. It makes me want to go out on walks and take drives so I can listen to MoAr! I’m already 10 hours into the 48 hour novel. Although, I gotta say, it certainly feels strange to read about a deadly pandemic (written in 1978) during this current pandemic.

After two months since I initially contacted the nearby school/daycare, I finally followed up to get Erp on a waitlist. There are six kids ahead of her. We took a tour on Friday and I want her to get in so so badly, hopefully before we move in June! It would be such a great place for her to socialize and learn!

If any of the above isn’t telling, my hormones are all over the place. I know this because my face has decided to rage in all the redness and acne. So fun!

Thanks to getting my house back, I’ve been able to establish a routine for us which includes going on stroller walks every day with the girls! We’ve already made it over 37 miles this month! Loving the outside time and knowing I’m working hard at my weight loss efforts.

Despite being on maternity leave, this past Friday I was invited to participate in an EA (virtual) offsite with my team at work! It was great to be able to see everyone again! At the end we participated in a cooking class where they mailed me a box of all the ingredients to cook a NY Strip Steak and Corn Succotash! Deeeelicious!

Given Erp’s increasing interest and ability at walking, I attempted a walk with her the other day, sans stroller! I wore Aug in a wrap on my chest and held Erp’s hand as we walked around the neighborhood. We walked a good 1/4 of a mile! Everything was fine until we made it back to our walkway and she refused to climb up the step to head back inside. Like, laid flat on the ground refusal. Since Aug was on me I couldn’t really just grab Erp and muscle her back inside. She wouldn’t listen to any request of mine to go inside so we had a power struggle of what felt like 15 minutes but I’m sure was closer to 5. She would try to crawl around my feet (into the bushes even to get around me), and any time I tried to lift her up she’d pull herself to the ground crying. Eventually I tucked Aug’s flopping head into the fabric of the wrap so I could lean down and grab my tantruming child and carry her inside. I want to be able to keep up with these excursions but not sure how to do so if she continues to rebel like this. Like, if she did this farther from home we’d be up a creek. Hopefully she’ll improve in time?

OKAY! Hopefully we can now get back to our regularly scheduled blogging so a massive update like this won’t be necessary again :) Thanks for taking time out of your day to catch up with me!

#please don't reblog #momblr #erp is 21 months old #aug is 6 weeks old #fitblr

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years

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Go Go Karauno: An Old Rival (Pt. 3 smut)

THIS FIC IS 18+

Warnings: swearing, light teasing, slight angst (maybe?), car sex, hand jobs, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control and clean), breeding kink without the breeding, me living my dreams

Word Count: 7,000 +

You get ready for the date.

Was it really a date though? Let's call it a reunion.

You get ready for the reunion with Keishin as you slip on some comfortable jeans, a nice top and flats to match. Keishin asked you to meet him at his families store. An odd choice for a reunion you thought but you weren't going to fault him.

You were going into this with an open mind. You were ready to be friendly but also ready to lay down the law if so happened to come to that point. You walked down the streets as you approached the store. Keishin was outside smoking. He looked nice you thought.

You smile as you approach "those things are going to kill you you know." You say grabbing the cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out with your foot.

More like you're going to kill him babe

Keishin smiles as he looks at you "well if you worked with a bunch of hormonal high school boys you'd do the same" he said smugly "by the way you look really nice"

You smile "thanks so do you."

He’s looking at you. Why is he looking at you like that? It's awkward.

"So... your families store huh" you say breaking the silence.

"Uhm yeah my mother's families. I just help out" he smiles as he opens the door for you.

"I hope you don't mind meeting me here. I had to work late so closing up was way easier" he smiles as he locks the door behind you.

"It's not a problem. Actually kind of nice to see domestic Keishin. Never thought I'd see the day" you chuckle as he laughs rubbing the back of his head

"Yeah a lots happened since high school" he says as he leads you to a secluded table in the corner.

"Coffee, tea, water?" He says with a smile

"Beer?" You question

Keishin smiles "coming right up!"

He brings two beers back to the table as you both sit in silence for a few moments. It's awkward and you can sense some tension.

"Keis-" you begin only to be interrupted

"Y/N, listen I know what your going to say" keishin interjected.

You lean back. "Ok hit me" you say as you await his response

"Y/N I was a fucking jerk back back high school. A smug asshole. I know that now. Hell I knew it back then. I just thought you'd like me more if I acted that way" he says looking down at the table picking at a spot.

Your eyes widen "like me more? You think picking on me and messing up my serves would get me to like you more? Keishin I legit wanted to punch your lights out!"

"And I would have deserved it Y/N. Please just hear me out ok" he says as you recline in your chair with a huff.

"Y/N this is going to sound so weird and out of left field but I was so jealous of you and honestly, I had the biggest crush on you" Keishin manages to squeak out hoping you won't flee the scene.

"Excuse me?" you say sharply as your eyes bulge from your head.

"Y/N-" Keishin starts to speak before you interject this time.

"So you invited me here to confess to me? To tell me that the years of torment and annoyance you caused me were because you were too big of a fucking idiot to tell me how you felt?" You say loudly.

Keishins eyes widen as he can see your anger grow.

"Listen Keishin, I don't know what the goal was here-" you say as you start to stand preparing to leave.

"Y/N please just hear me out ok" Keishin grabs your hand as you look at him.

His face looking the most sincere you've ever seen "I know I was stupid. I know you don't have to forgive me. You shouldn't. I was a complete jerk. I messed up the only good thing I had going on in my life."

"Wait-" you start to speak only to be cut off yet again.

"Y/N I wanted to confess to you for years. All through high school! You'd date those stupid basketball players or those baseball players and I'd be left watching. So I dated girls just to try and make you angry. I knew it never did but I tried to forget about you" he spoke softly.

"The only time I could spend with you was when we were playing volleyball and by that point I felt like you just saw me as a complete ass. Which I'm not denying I was but I didn't want to be" he sighed "I forced myself to be that so I could try and push you away."

You're shocked to say the least. Mad, shocked and very overwhelmed.

"Keishin I- I don't know what to say right now" you speak softly and kindly.

"If you don't believe me ask Shimada" Keishin sighed "he unfortunately knows way more about the whole thing than he should. He spent years trying to get me to move on from you."

It was honestly overwhelming to hear. You took another sip of your drink and just shook your head.

"Y/N I don't expect you to forgive me or go out on a date with me or anything. I just needed to get this out" he says ducking his head down "it's been bothering me since high school. I think about you often and I really do feel bad for what I did."

Now you're starting to feel bad. Had you really thought so lowly of Keishin? You knew you'd been an ass yourself to him.

"Keishin I'm sorry too" you say with a small smile. He looks up at you.

"I was so driven to beat you I just got so upset. It was stupid. The whole thing was stupid" you laugh.

"Listen Y/N, Kageyama and Hinata could use some extra help with their sets. Since your in town for a while and nationals are coming up, would you mind observing them?" Keishin says.

You smile as you nod.

"Honestly I just need another adult" he laughs "they really are something else on and off the court."

"I seem to remember a certain setter who was very similar" you smile as Keishin smiles back at you.

The night continues as you catch up and laugh. You're still not sure how to feel about Keishin but you have to admit, this is a good starting place.

Keishin smiled as he picked you up the next day for practice. You were excited to work with the boys especially with Kageyama and Hinata.

You entered the gym as you heard the sound of balls hitting the floor.

"Y/N!" you hear your name being screamed loudly as a young bright orange haired boy comes bounding up to you.

"Ginger!" Keishin screams as you laugh.

"Oh Keishin stop! The boy is excited! I see to remember a certain somebody who was the same way" you smile softly as Keishin blushes.

"Hello Y/N, coach" Kageyama bows to you both.

"Well I’m here to observe and help anyway I can" you say as you clap your hands together making a loud smacking noise.

You stand by Keishin as you watch the boys repeatedly hit and then miss the falling toss.

It's not entirely that easy of a ball to hit you think to yourself.

Kageyama clearly has more technical skills then Hinata but Hinata really seems to be a natural spiker. The pair is odd but they do so well together. Hinata is able to keep up with Kageyama’s quicks.

"Hinata you don't always have to hit the ball with such force you know" you say as you walk up to the young boy.

"Y/N it's fun to hit it hard. The smack of the ball and the whoosh whoosh ka plow" he says as he makes jerking movements with his body.

Kageyama is heating up "you idiot she's talking!" He says kicking Hinata in the back of the legs.

"You're going to have opponents that expect you to hit it hard and if you come into contact with a team who is lightening quick with receives, they will adapt" you say smiling.

You look back at Keishin as his eyes widen

"Nekoma?" he says

"Nekoma" you nod.

"Nekoma has always been amazing at their receives. It's why they are a powerhouse. They use them in all aspects of the game. So why don't you try some faints, maybe shooting the ball straight down as well. Heck you could probably pick up line shots pretty quickly as well. That speed is a weapon but you can't only bring one weapon to a war" you say smiling.

Keishin watches as you interact with the boys. You talk to them and show them moves for what seems like hours. Hinata is improving and doing really well. Kageyama is already spectacular but adapting to Hinata proved to be a bit hard.

"It's nice you have a variety of spikers Keishin" you smile as you watch the duo practice in front of you.

"You remind me a lot of the Kageyama and Hinata combined" you giggle.

He huffs "Y/N I was never that insane"

"I beg to differ Keishin. You always drove me nuts with your wild moves! You were always showing off" you laugh.

Before you know it, the boys clean up the gym and you bid your farewells. You and Keishin head to his car as you both get in.

"Y/N you remember the hill we always use to run up when we did joint practices?" He said

"Of course that hill was the bane of my existence because you'd always want to race" you sneer.

He laughs. "Well what would you say to visiting it now?" He smiles

"Keishin my heart isn't up the race" you giggle.

"Nah I'm driving up it. I smoke too much to run up that hill now" he laughs.

You both buckle up as you Keishin drives to the top of the hill.

It's nightfall and the air is calm. It's almost too quiet. The lights from the city burn below as you and Keishin sit in silence.

"Y/N" he says as he looks over to you "Thank you"

You smile.

You don't know what this feeling is but you feel like you need to kiss him. It's just feels so out of place. But why do you want to so badly!

"Y/N-" he begins to speak as you cut him off pulling him in for a heated kiss. He doesn't resist at all to your surprise. You pull away staring at him with wide eyes.

"Fuck Keishin I'm so sorry I should have ask-" you say as he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in once again in for kiss your lips both part as you tilt your head to get a better angle.

Cars definitely aren't ideal for making out you think in the back of your head.

After a few minutes of kissing and felling yourself getting heated you break the kiss, staring at the man next to you.

"Fuck it" he says as he grabs you pulling you into his lap to straddle him.

You staddle Keishin in the driver's seat as you reach over pulling the level of the seat back moving the driver's seat back.

"W-what are you doing Y/N?" Keishin stutters

"If you don't want this, tell me and I'll stop instantly" you say grabbing his face.

You kiss him slowly as his eyes close. His places his hands on your thighs as he rubs them up and down.

You feel your panties getting wet as you leave his lips to kiss his jaw.

"Fuck Y/N" Keishin says as he tilts his neck back allowing better access to his neck column.

"Does that feel good Keishin?" You smirk as you continue to kiss his neck.

"Soo good babe, fuck so good" he whines.

You return to his lips, hungry for more. You quickly gain access to his wet muscle as you both battle for dominance. He massages your tongue with his as you groan and he's able to establish dominance. He leaves you lips to to start kissing your neck. He gropes at your title through your dress as you slowly begin to work up your dress to your hips.

Keishin is hot. Fuck this is actually happening. He's so lost in the moment he nearly forgets he doesn't have a condom on him.

"Y/N baby we can't do this anymore. I don't have a condom. I'm sorry baby" he says as he pulls alway, upset from the loss of your another skin.

You start kissing him again as you lightly grind on the now visible bulge growing in this pants.

"Keishin it's fine. I'm clean and on birth control. I haven’t had sex in months" you smile as you pull back grinding harder.

He can feel a wet spot growing on his pants.

"You're OK with that Y/N- Fuck yes I need you" he cries as he starts to probe two fingers down by your clit. You gasp as you frantically loosen his belt. You lower his underwear as he finds you clit.

You stroke his hardened cock as he rubs your clit, moving aside your panties.

He looks at you with half lidded eyes "Baby I've wanted to fuck you for so long you have no idea" he says as he increases his pace

Your pussy is dripping strings of cum at this point. You throw your head back as the unbearable knot in your stomach becomes too much to handle.

You whisper in his ear as you feel the knot tighten.

"Wanna cum on you cock Keishin" you say sweetly as you moan his name.

"Fuck OK.. OK baby" he says as he helps you line up on his cock, pushing your panties to the side further and your dress up to your stomach. You both groan as his thick head enters your wet cunt.

"Holy shit baby your pussy is wet and so tight- fuck" Keishin growls as you feel his cock begin to stretch you out further and futher

You lower yourself and begin going slowly glide up and down, taking a little more of him with each movement.

Keishin is in heaven. He's trying so hard not to cum but your pussy is so perfect.

"Oh god Keishin, fuck you feel so good" you start grinding and bouncing on his cock.

“mmhmm baby- fuck I can’s believe I finally get to fuck you. I’m a lucky bastard” he groans.

"God I feel like I'm being ripped in half" you scream ad you throw your head back

"Aw fuck baby. Let me pound up into you ya? I need to fuck you good" he says as you raise your hips.

Keishin thrusts into you quickly and deeply. You're both losing it. Your pussy is throbbing as you await your impending orgasm. Suddenly Keishin reaches down and starts to toy with your hardened clit.

"Oh shit baby I'm going to cum" you cry pit as the band in your lower stomach snaps and you throw your head back in utter bliss. You can feel the car shake as Keishin thrusts become faster and harder.

"Baby can I please come inside? I need to fill you" he cries as you know he's close.

"Come inside of me Keishin. Fill my pussy with your cum" you screams as Keishin starts moaning loudly as he cums deep inside of you.

You both pant heavily as you come down from your highs. You smile as you both look at each other.

"Still hate me Y/N?" He says with a smirk

"A little less now" you say as you chuckle, leaning into kiss him.

*3 months later*

"Oh hell yeah Y/N you made it" Shimada screams at you as he frantically waves you to the front of the bleacher seats.

"I wouldn't miss the boys going to nationals for anything" you smile as you watched the boys warm up for their first match.

Keishin spots you as you smile and wave.

You had been taking your relationship slow with Keishin. You told him you hadn't desired to leave Tokyo just yet and he supported you. You did come visit often and worked remotely when you could. Your long distance relationship was working well. Plus the sex was phenomenal.

"Hinata looks strange" you say as you tilt your head to the side, observing the boy running strangely around the stadium floor.

“Yeah he lost is shoes at the bus station but Kiyoko is on her way with them” you laugh as you put your head in your hands.

Kageyama and Hinata both see you as Hinata frantically waves and Kageyama bows.

Keishin watches their interaction with you as he smiles to them and back you.

“I’m so proud of you Keishin” you whisper to yourself as you smile softly.

#keishin x reader #ukai keishin #keishin x y/n #keishin ukai #ukai #justiceforthehaikyuucoachs #haikyuu #haikyuucoaches #haikyuu!!#karasuno #team mom series #teammom #team mom

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aeempress · 3 years

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Apritello Express Evidences, part 3

Apritello, my dear friends, is really all hints, devil in details, little pieces that, in the end, become a huge picture.

I can't say that there are a lot of episodes with April and Donnie spending quality time together, no. But all episodes are important to understand how their relationship are involving, growing. If you have sharp eyes and think about all of this even a little bit, you will be surprised how gracefully their relationship changes and grows, how characters evolve.

Dear passengers, we're about to start. Mind the gap!

Episodes “The Gumbus” and “Mrs. Cuddles”.

I think it would be appropriate to analyze these episodes in bunch, because they have common situations of spooky supernatural stuff and reactions of characters to this.

When you watch these two eps in raw, it's easy to see how alike are reactions of Donnie and April in some scary, really odd situations.

Adrenaline ‘n’ reclessness

April is really into all spooky things in “The Gumbus”, she's not afraid of some creepy stuff and she's really brave girl who easily copes with stressful and life-threatening situations.

Donnie is incredibly calm and collected when alive doll talked to him.

But still, April was frightened about plush rabbit because it was really unexpected for girl, she wasn’t ready to realize that plush doll that she’d worked with is alive fear-eating monster who will hurt and intimidate to get their precious screams. But point remains: Donnie and April share crazy fearlessness, which turns into an adrenaline addiction.

And here I am, a science guy, who tell you: adrenaline is a big deal for our body. This hormone can even provoke an onset of romantic feelings. Chemistry and anatomy come to fill the gaps: when a person is afraid, their pulse quickens, a cocktail of hormones is releasing into the blood, which sharpen the senses and reflexes. It will create a strong emotional bound, that's important for maintaining romantic kind of feelings. The more impressions there are (even negative ones), the higher the chance that person will remember his|her partner, and want to see them again – the body gets hooked on adrenaline, like a drug.

That’s why D&A have so strong, unshakeable boundaries. They are so alike: their attitude to scary things, the way Donnie and April cope with them, the adrenaline addiction their share. They even express feelings the same way.

And one tiny detail: April and Donnie start the teasing Raph for his fear of mrs. Cuddles. So they become the first victims of plushie.

Friendly reminder: they were the 1st victims, and what’s happened with them we don’t know, because it wasn’t shown due to not ruin the atmosphere of suspense.

But we have a beautiful quote of mrs. Cuddles and this precious shot which explain everything

Raph: Where’s Donnie?

Cuddles: In a happy place where he’ll scream and I can grow forever and now you’re gonna join him!

In a happy place, huh? Tied up with April in Splinter’s bedroom, a really happy place. Hold a sec, are they -

And after that Donnie’s responding is killing me.

Donnie:[OS] I'm afraid of togetherness.

Yep. All normal here. We should continue.

"Operation Normal" even though doesn't show a lot of interactions between April and Donnie, however continues the general outline highlighting the topics that were mentioned earlier in the show.

Firstly, April's relationship with her classmates. We're able to see how poor her scholar life is in "Hypno Part Deux" and "The Purple Jacket". She has no "normal", human friends except some strange remora guy, more like acquaintance than friend, though. But still, having "be normal" kick she's fine with Donnie's weirdness ( Mikey is always beyond all normal comprehension, Raph goes weird while he's alone, without brothers, and his fear of miss Cuddles is no big deal to fam, Leo didn't show any weird stuff during the series, like, reeeeal weird, m'kay?).

Conversation between April and Donnie at pizza spot

Really interesting and smooth scene. We’ve got Donatello who stares at April while he’s waiting his favourite pizza, no big deal.

And his legs.

If a person is interested in you, during a conversation, they will put their right foot forward (a left-handed person is more likely to put their left foot forward) in order to close the distance between you. - Check.

being in company, peson will point the sock at the most pleasant interlocutor for them. - check.

April’s legs are ponted at Donnie. Checkmate.

Yeah, April is hanging out with Donatello and Leonardo, but the main focus of hers is on Donnie.

All these scene makes me think that Donnie, knowing about how badly sometimes April wants to be normal, is up to help her overcome this. Fight fire with fire: fill up her life with all of this weird, mystic stuff so it will be normal with time. Regular people go to pizza spot to spend some quality time together, so we have pizza restaraunt here, in Hidden City. Make all odd normal, and problem will solved.

Donnie really tries his best, look at his face. Dee’s fine with all this bizzare things what happens to April, he’s fine with her. But still he fails, because April’s concept of normalcy differs drom Donnie’s.

And again, for Donnie it’s not a problem at all. He’s always was at the opposite side of normalcy and it doesn’t matter for him if April is in the same boat with him. Cause, as I said, Don’s fine with that.

Second, how much Donnie knows about April.

- Scoff! Are you really still on this whole "I want things to be normal" kick?

- Yes, what big city girl doesn't have a kayak and has hazmat suit?

Interesting detail here: this line launches Donnie’s flashback (because the first scene is from “Purple Jacket”, it’s Dee’s episode, obviously). And Don, as far as I can tell, has in his flashback moments with April when she did something reaaally impressive. His face is way more louder than any words.

- Short answer: no. Long answer: nnooooooooo.

- Oh, no! You know how April freaks out around the cosplay wizards!

These tiny lines are containing a lot of background, stories, intimate conversations that April and Donnie share. This show always does the same trick: we never see a direct action, we are only able to see a result or statement of the result. But series do a great work telling us with such small and imperceptible gestures that their bonding at this point is mutual. Not only D tells April about his inventions, family and fam's issues he has and even his falls, mistakes and failures. April does the same thing, sharing with Donatello one of the most important things to her. Problem that really bothers her.

C'mon, he'd even memorized Sunita's name, though April messed up with this situation a bit. It seems Donnie memorizes facts about April - he remembered the wi-fi password from old April's work as we can see in "The Longest fight" (he could hack it easily, he's a genius, why he's been keeping in mind some piece information that useless for a year? It doesn't make any sense)

Oh, and that. Just a coincidence, I guess?

Just alike suits, no big deal. Plus, the whole family has it (and something tells me that guys have suits at the behest of Don, so probably April does). But Donnie and April has a lot in common like emotional expressions, reaction about some kind situations, fight style and even tastes in fashion.

Also, it seems like Donnie's been watching April for sometimes.

While Leo was hiding in trash can, to not catch anyone's eye rather than April. He definitely couldn't know who was passing by, but there was Donnie to observe from above. That's why he was hanging down the stairs when Leo spoke to April.

It’s not the first time Donnie dress up as old lady to monitor April’s day.

Leo: Why do you always make us dress up as old ladies? Donnie: №1: confort, №2: to blend in as we monitor April’s day for max normalcy.

3. Even when D took away this cosplay wizard, he's still keeping eye on her.

Oh no, you don’t. Grandmas here!

Donatello changes his foe to save April exactly. He fought all evening with Brutus, but when April slightly gets in danger, Donnie just attacked anyone who has intention to hurt her and ruin her evening.

Is that a flying turtle in an old purple dress?

April, who all evening was trying to look “normal”, hiding her real friends because they are mutant turtles and pretending that nothing unusual happens here, finally gives up when Sunita mentioned Donnie. Even though new April’s friend has asked her before about Leo.

His eyes.

Donnie is really impressed but what he saw, and the reason - April O'Neil.

The episode "Warren & Hypno, sitting in a Tree" is another incredible piece of whole picture.

Turtle tank is decorated for April birthday in purplish scheme, definetely Donatello's work.

Dee's nonverbal speech.

• He seems more interested and softer than usual looking at April. It's easy to say comparing him with brothers. Mikey is in anticipation of fun mode, Leo relaxed and show his "whatever it will be fun" attitude, Raph is listening carefully, but still, Donnie could just turn his head in April's vouce direction, not a whole body.

• Warren felt Don's gaze while talked with April, so worm made the remark. Pay attention to the construction of the frame of neighboring scenes. The second frame is April's perspective. And Don is looking namely at her.

Indignation. Disappointment. Spark, storm, madness (i love this russian meme, sorry not sorry)

• Donnie seems sincerely sorry for this situation with April's b-day. And again, this soft gaze and "Raph, shut the shell up, your nonsense is upsetting her"-eyes.

• Donatello is kind of person, who’s avoiding a proper confrontation, so he rarely stands up for someone. He were remaining silent, when Raphael tried to cheer April in the most radiculous way, but when Hypno tried to play with April’s feelings, Donnie blew it.

He’s obviously in wrath as D emote that expressively. Yeah, he had much on his plate at April’s birthday, but it’s her b-day on the line, not his pride.

Warren used April, playing with her fan feelings. Her idol betrayed her, she was locked up in a cage, and now we have Hypno who wants to use her again by pitting and pushing for her compassion, because, it’s obvious - boys would do everything she said.

And Donnie tries to keep Hypno away from her, protect her feelings from another betrayal.

As he’s already stated - “For you, anything”.

The show always tells us: if you wanna trigger Don, bring April in.

Hypno tried to turn this thing around, Leo did the same in “Al be back”.

If Hypno-tamus did that accidentally as he found out that April O’ Neil is a birthday girl, so her wishes that day were laws, Leo did it on purpuse.

Leo is good at manupulating and pulling some strings, plus he knows his twin as back of his hand. That’s why Leo mentioned April in the end as she was always the most powerful argument, the reason and motive for Donnie. At second he’s even panicked, but remained calm. He almost blew up his coolheaded image because of one certain girl in yellow.

• Donnie is really happy to present Warren's arm to April. He even holds it like a rare, priceless treasure. D is really proud of himself right now: he saved the day, after all. The emotional reaction of hers is exactly what Donnie wants to get. And then, his final pose, while April is on 9th cloud from happiness - that's really territorial gesture, D claims his supremacy and confidence, telling "See? That's my happy birthday girl".

Leapfrog with a composition

Donnie and April are more and more eager to be together in the frame. Composition’s boners, m’kay.

Special ride for April

Yeah, Donnie used to offer his battleshell to give April a special ride. It even has a seat and handlebars for her comfort. She can control the flight as well as Donatello, they are like co-pilots. But he never carried her on his back before.

Usually, April is carried by Raphael, on his neck/shoulder, and she’s fine with it. Raph is strong enough to carry her without any difficulties or slowing down.

It’s not Donnie’s weak to carry her - no, he strong enough to carry his battleshell with a lot stuff in it everyday, Don can carry Splints on his shoulder without any apparent difficulty. He strong enough to hold the weight of his battleshell+April. Oh, c’mon, D assembled the Turtle tank only by himself and this for sure requires a lot of physical strength in order to engage in auto mechanics. Try lifting the wheel with tyre, and you'll see what I mean. Of course, there is a jack, but it will not solve all the problems. Don could use hydraulics and Archimedes ' laws, but I'm sure he did most of it with his own hands. Lifting and carrying, all by himself.

Not the strengh what’s matter but another point.

The sequence where Donnie carries April on his back doesn’t last long, it’s pretty easy to miss, while Raph openly do that with April on him.

Plus April’s gaze: she’s staring right at us with her “ninja-eyes” as if they were caught in the middle of something. The duration and length of the sequence, the way it is made all of this arouse certain thoughts.

It’s like nobody should see this. Too personal. To be more specific - too close and intimate?

Donnie stated a few times that he’s not into togetherness, tactile interaction and phisical side of contacts. Although he's fine with his brothers, don't forget that April is a girl. Even if she feels like part of family, she’s not his relative. She’s not his sister.

Some people tend to avoid physical contact with the objects of their interest. And this behaviour fits in Don’s character. He’s anxious type with a lot of psychological and emotional issues. Yeah, he tries to cover it up, built a shell to protect himself, behave as confident extravert but he’s nothing like that. Sometimes D tends to distance himself from his family, to hide in his shell, and we've seen that throughout the show.

Don hangs by his phone quite often, he addicted to this as his comfort zone, his peaceful cave, where everything is much easier,

Don pretends he’s so busy with his science stuff to ward off his brothers (ep. Mind Meld),

Don went to the lab to work on his projects, while he could hang out with April and the brothers (ep. Mrs. Cuddles). And he left for what? To work on self-cleaning tooth pick, or the titan bust of himself? It’s seems like lame excuse to be alone. He’s definetely an intovert, who sometimes needs some space and time with himself.

All his cocky behaviour is showing off to hide insecure, diffident and vulnerable creature, softshell purple turtle. Yeah, Donnie has confidence in what he’s great in: tech, science stuff, where he’s only one is capable of. But if someone steps on his domain or doubts his authority, his true colours exposed.

And, once again, “Mind meld” is a great evidence of that. Would callous, unsumpathetic guy without heart have a wall with pictures of his fellows? I’m afraid not. Donnie has a soft, caring heart.

There’s an alley of his the dearest moments, because photos - are always memory, precious moments we want to keep.

1 - from “Minotaur Maze”. Don loves good pizza, loves his brothers, and they have a little adventure together. Yeah, this photo isn’t on champ wall, but still.

2 - from “Mascot melee”. Important day for bros as they show themselves to people at daylight to rescue Raph and their operation to buy a new robe for his father. It’s their joint brothers dance, and D is loving to dance, remember? Definetely special occasion.

3 - from “Mascot melee”. Splints was really glad to receive a gift from boys. And Donatello, as we know, is always eager to achive for pop’s approval. This for sure must be in his precious moments collection.

5, 7 - from “Donnie’s gifts”. He even keeps a dorky photo, which Raph uses as profile pic at Donnie’s number.

8, 9 - “Down with the sickness”. It was funny to survive all the 7 stages to achive what boys wanted. They failed, but still.

10 - from “Al be back”. Who knows that Splints is so good at singing?

4, 6 - from “The Fast and the Furriest”. Strange choice, cuz, you know, photos ten seconds before his collision with April bat?

And yeah, he HAS April’s photo here. And at this pic it’s April, and April alone,without his brothers.

Don’s a real softie, see?

And avoiding physical contact is a way to protect Donnie’s already shattered self-esteem. To not cause any doubts in front of girl which he’s interested in. That’s possible reason why we did not receive any heartwarming hugs in “The Purple Jacket”.

But Donnie carries April, because it’s her birthday. On the one hand, the girl claims that her b-day is cursed, and Donnie could, by any chance, do something nice for her, and on the other hand - any request of the bithday girl - is the law, as we could see earlier.

Gift for birthday girl

There is no Donnie in the scene after Draxum throw off Warren's arm. While Raph comfort April about her birthday, Donnie was looking for it to present it to April.

He knows the best what is the most precious gift for her. Warren Stone, her idol, goat of making news; she have been in Stoneheads fanclub for 9 years. Also, it seems that Donnie is the one of turtles, who collected info about this worm.

Also, he stopped immediately when April stepped between them and show no disappointing (remind you about Donnie's sadistic science guy nature). The reason is April.

And another cute detail: their glasses are the same form.

Another episode "Mystic library" has slightly touched D&A interaction. But were talking about Apritello, it's all hints but quality.

When Mayham trapped in the mirror and Raph, Leo and Mikey obviously are not coping, April decides to call Donnie to clear situation up.

Donnie, mister "I ruin everything", she's going to call for help. I repeat this. April calls for help Mr. Science to solve mystic problems with her pet. MYSTIC PET.

And he AGREES.

Turtles dissuade their friend from calling Donatello but after a while, April returns with Donnie, and sees the bathroom in ruins.

I'm gonna clear this moment.

1. April haven’t called Donnie.

2. Some time later she returns with Dee.

3. Our girl is pretty shocked to see her bathroom in ruins, argo she didn't see/hear Raph chose to solve problem with smashing.

It must mean only ine thing: April went for Donnie by herself. We don't know where was he, we don't know what the reason April brought Donnie with her by herself, 'cause we know that if she call Dee, he will definitely get to her immediately.

Something is definetely off.

By the way, April changed Don’s profile pic.Yeah, the first one is very informative since Donnie is a turtle and he’s purple and he has bandana. Seems like April have done it by herself, editing the photo of real turtle. She didn't put a lot of effort into this, this image doesn't show her real attitude towards Don. But second is more personality-tinged. Sleeping Donatello in all his gear - this detail can tell us about only one thing - he was photographed when he fell asleep after his sleepless night(s) working hard at something - is something she can catch or receive by boys (namely speaking, it’s Leo, according to Ben Schwartz stated in an interview, that if Leo had an Instagram account, that 60 to 70% of his photos would be his brothers caught sleeping or slipping on things). And still. April has a dorky and little embarrassing pic of Donatello and this is... Interesting and cute?

This profile pic remind me about ROTTMNT: Sound off! (2nd issue)

The next station is “The Purple Game”.

Another episode in which the interaction of the characters is small in timing, but great in content.

And once again: they have a lot in common. I’d never tired of repeating this thing ‘cause the series do the same trick, showing one thing from different points of view. April and April shares the same taste in games, the same attitude, the same mojo.

But the most important thing here is how D&A interacrions are shown in this episode. Unlike other episodes, the interaction here is indirect, is provided by gaming.

Their customized avatars reflects their personality. I mean, the colour schemes (though Donatello has never shown any interest in yellow, he used it for customization of his persona), the way their avatars looking. Game even refering to Sherlock_Corn as “she”, albeit it’s impossible to refer to her avatar in female pronoun. Because, you know, design and nickname?

And the in-game interaction of the avatars resembles D&A irl relationships. Bootyyyshaker 9000 don’t like togetherness, he’s looking like Donnie’s expectation of himself (cool and tough guy, as D sees himself in his own dreams)

Their dialogue

Actually. Actually, Donnie and April are not able to hear each other as game has no voice chat, but their lines make an perfect dialogue nevertheless.

April:Bootyshaker9000? Donnie?

Donnie:April? You’re the last person I need to destroy to achive rank №1!

April:Ditto!

Both:There can only be one!

Donnie said the cheat combination, so April would know for sure what he is supposed to do, but she has no idea.

So, once again: their sync is incredible.

And can we talk about that?

April’s attack

As it seems, attacks may be customized by players. Bootyyshaker has attack that refers at Donatello main feature - superior intellect.

And this attack isn’t effective, because REAL April O’Neil has a resist towards it. She has known D for years, she knows what he’s capable of, she’s aware of his nerd side. April’s immune to it, so Sherlock_Corn is.

Sherlock_corn has a default attack - kernel cannon. It’s nod to her nickname: kernel, corn, the same book. But her second atteck is something reflecting her personalitiy. Plus, April is aware of Donnie’s “fear” of togetherness. All’s fair in love and war, right?

April took a lot of BS9000 hp by her “friendly hugs”. And, by the way, his sweet reaction for hugs.

So:

The selection of the final opponent. It might be literally anyone, but we wouldn’t be able to see Dee’s obsession in that case. Yeah, he’s already had a demon possesion ™, but it was too easy to him to win. No challenge. No “kill or be killed”, “It’s me or you” mojo. He needed some tough gamer for challenging, to develop his character, push him too far. And April, actually, is an excellent choice to reveal the character of certain purple turtle.To expose his true colours. And April do a great job: they know each other, so battle will be spicy, they are both compepitors, they are so alike, so it would be intersting to watch Donatello vs April. And it will, ‘cause In-game April and In-game Don is somewhat different than them usual.

April is Don’s slayer for sure. She’s good at gaming, her last attack was almost fatal for him. So he had to to cheated on her.

Captain Cuddlecakes. Yes, she know about his afraid of togetherness. And there’s lovey-dovey attack animation with this cuddling and Donatello’s persona behaves like him. And it was SPECIAL RUN, so... I haven’t the foggiest why. Cute detail, I mean.

Just look at it. Isn’t it cute?(at least we got their hugs somewhere... kinda. kinda.)

“Snow Day“, albeit being family episode, shows a lot about D&A relationship through “family war”.

First of all, the same taste in films.

Donnie’s already shown the same attitude to fashion, scary things as Cap O'Neil, April shares the same gamer’s mojo as Donatello, but now? We have Donnie and April that are loving the same movie.

For love of purple supernovas, of all the Jupiter Jim’s movies (and there are more than 60 of them), that's a convinient coincidence, they like the same movie.

It stated in series several times that Dee is fond of Atomic Lass. He had crush on her when he was child, he admires her by all his heart, so it will make sense if films with this character he would be his favourite. It’s logical, isn’t it?

Atomic Lass, even if she is part of JJ-universe, however, isn't in every movie. Leo described "JJ: Pluto vacation IV" and there is no sights of Atomic Lass. Like, at all.

Nevertheless, April’s claimed that “PV-4” is the best movie of the time, and Don agrees.

April:What the whaaaat? Hold up, Skip. “Jupiter Jim Pluto Vacation 4″ is the best JJ movie of all time.

Donnie:Ranked, by us, just now. So it’s basically official, no arguing.

And they do this thing again. Reflecting each other. Facial expressions, intonations, poses and etc. Haven’t I mentiones that? Mirroring is natural way to build communication. People, who communicate enthusiastically, who have sympathy to each other, feelings of certain nature, unconsciously copy each other's poses.

Direct reflection and close contact have a strong effect. This is used between lovers, people with close relationships or interested in each other.

And you can see that during not only episode, but through the whole series.

Poses, gestures, facial expressions they share constantly. Even if they are apart, they are mirroring each other, showing their bound. Because Apritello is not always about sitting close, holding hands and blushing. Apritello is about staying together even if they are not. It’s about solid foundation, about synergy, about chemistry Donnie and April share. And all of these are not always so obvious and clear, evident. But so realistic nevertheless.

And that’s why they splitted off the fam - they are too close and alike.

I stated it before but DonniexApril team is way more effective than Donniexbrothers team. Donatello and April are equal, worth each other. They are comfortable with each other, their teamwork is amazing.

They are always near, close to each other for the entire episode. Stand up for each other, side by side. They have no need to do team-building, because their sincronization is incredible. April works well together with Donnie, their skills compliment each other.

I love that April in a first place look at Donnie to check is everything alright.

And a cherry on top?

This inviting gesture. Donnie just watched all along how his brothers and April try to throw some cold water on this situation (khem, it slipped). But when April call him with this inviting gesture, he’d like to help.

In other words, he was waitng when April requests for his help.

Composition’s boners

Sometimes it happens during the show, but this episode beat hte score at this point. I say only one word: physics. Or, more precisely, the force of attraction. Or, maybe Mayham.

... Anyway.

Fitting in the type

April can play not so nice against her enemies, she got steady hand and meanness, merciless and reclessness. She’s passionate and kinda badass, sassy - in a positive way, she’s baddest girl who can kick your butt if you mess with her, and she really good at this.

She has a fire, and Donnie likes that. Dee never stated that directly but miss O’Neil impressed him so many times and in different way so it’s kinda pretty obvious.

Just look how Donatello reacted the way April took Raph down a peg. Her actions are elegant, relaxed but really sly. She almost dare Raph to put his flag on top only to bring him down to Earth in really painful way. She destroyed Bros’ team so easily just by waiting a bit and by calling Mayham.

She’s definetely got some pepper.

Pretty cute but baddest, don’t you think?

And Donnie was impressed for sure, he admitted it - “That is fun for me”. He don’t even stand a chance, c’mon: she’s smarass and elegant, she can be mean and cute at the same time.

Even though that’s it for season 1 analysis (the last series is more appropriate to review as part of 2nd season, plus it was a reaally big post, I need some time)

You can refresh this whole situation in the car 1 and the car 2 or follow the hashtag #apritello express as you please. It’s a pleasure of mine, keep in touch :)

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legoshi-plz · 4 years

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Dude if it’s horny hour can we do one with Louis. Like maybe his s/o went into heat for the first time with him. Maybe she’s a carnivore and this is his first time dealing with a carnivore in heat

Okay hold up I absolutely LOVE THIS wtf why didn’t I get to this sooner!?!?! Also this started off as headcanons and somehow just naturally morphed into a fic??? I liked both haves so I just kept it!

Warning: Smut (N/SFW 18+)

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- Louis is an Alpha in this scenario but the catch is he’s a Herbivore Alpha!Male which is pretty Apex (idk if I’m using that word right??) amongst Herbivores but still nowhere near Carnivore Alphas if you catch my drift.

- So his significant other is a Carnivore Omega! And so far in the relationship, you’ve been on suppressives to deal with your heat. Which is what most Omegas do because it’s just easier that way.

- Well things have been a little hectic in your life lately. You’d recently moved in with Louis since you were practically over there constantly anyway and somewhere during the move you’d misplaced your suppressants. At the time you didn’t think it was a big deal since your heat was still a couple of weeks away.

- You went to your doctor, hoping to just get a refill be on your way but of course doctors never believe Omegas and denied your request, saying you had to fill out a Lost Claim form, and wait for it to be approved and whatnot, a process that would take weeks. You filled out the form you knew deep down it wasn’t going to go through in time.

- So you began mentally preparing yourself. You knew you couldn’t involve Louis in this. You loved him with all of your heart but he was still a Herbivore. You couldn’t control yourself during your heats, it was dangerous for him to even be in the same vicinity as you, let alone try to help you with it.

- You also knew asking one of your Carnivore Alpha friends to help you out was a no go. Louis was still an Alpha in his own right and like most Alphas, he wore his pride on his sleeve. That in combination with his Shishigumi position, he’d have any animal that tried to assist you killed. No, you would definitely just have to handle this on your own.

- Your old apartment, though pretty barren except for the furniture that came with it, was where you’d have to tough this out. Thankfully, your lease wasn’t up until the end of the month so it was the perfect place to isolate yourself.

- The day your heat was due to start, you waited until Louis left for work then you skipped out with a duffle bag full of everything you’d need to survive the next couple of days. You knew you should texted Louis to let him know you were okay but you didn’t trust him not to double back so you left an old school handwritten note on his pillow that read “Be back in a few days.”

- Needless to say when Louis came home to find that, along with some of your things missing, he automatically assumed the worst. Were you leaving him? What had he done so awful that you needed physical space and time away from him? Were you in trouble? Were you... cheating on him? The last thought threw him into an utter rage and he immediately began blowing up your phone only for it to go straight to an automated messaging system.

- Louis began to panic, he called in a few connections and eventually discovered you’d been seen entering your old apartment earlier this week. Without a second thought, Louis grabbed his car keys and was at your place in no time flat.

- The second he opened the door, he was overwhelmed with your scent. This was far more intense than any heat he’d ever experienced with a Herbivore and almost instantly triggered his rut.

- He found you curled up in your old bedroom in a flimsy, barely thrown together nest, clutching your abdomen in pain. He immediately picked you up and carried you down to his car.

- “There’s no way I’m letting you ride out your heat in that pathetic excuse of a nest.” Louis grumbled, buckling you into the front seat. As he himself climbed into the drivers seat and drove off, he thought the pain of your situation would keep you preoccupied until the two of you arrived home. He was mistaken.

- The entire drive home, you were pawing him through his clothes, trying to convince him to take you right then and there. Getting you inside wasn’t any easier as you kept trying to rip his clothes off of him. By the time he threw you on the bed, you were full on begging him to ruin you.

- Louis wanted you so badly but he was hesitant. There was a reason you’d gone through such essesive lengths to avoid having him help you through your heat. You’d lied to him, holed yourself up in your old empty place, even endured this physical pain alone just to avoid asking him for help. A small part of him felt hurt. Perhaps you didn’t want him to breed you after all...

- Louis pushed his own feelings to the side. You were in agony and you needed relief, and he was the only one who could provide that for you now. So without further to do, he stripped you of your clothes, your feverent hands rushing to help him.

- The second you spread your legs for him, Louis could feel his resolve crumbling as the scent of your hormones flooded his senses. It was a beautiful smell, so sweet and mouthwatering it made him physically groan in hunger.

- He brought two fingers to your lips, shoving them in your mouth roughly. “Suck.” You followed his orders immediately, whining when he removed them. He made up for it immensely though, when he slid them inside your aching entrance one at a time.

- He fingerfucked you into a sobbing mess, begging him for more, meanwhile he was fighting the onslaught of his own rut tooth and nail. Despite his best efforts, it still kicked in with brute force, his entire body igniting in passion.

- He wanted to take the noble route, he really really wanted to take the noble route but him jerking himself within an inch of his life while pumping you with his fingers just wasnt cutting it. He needed to be inside you and he needed it now.

- He pulled you on top of him so that you could dictate the pace and at least have some semblance of control. That was his downfall.

- You sank right onto him, riding him like mad while clawing at the fur of his chest. Louis tried getting you to slow down by steadying your hips but it was a fruitless effort. You were consuming him completely, your soft walls sucking him in greedily. You were so tight, Louis knew he didn’t stand a chance at lasting with you and he was right. Louis came immediately, his knot locking into place within you.

- You shuddered on top of him, the tightness of his knot stretching your core finally slowing you down. Louis sat up some, adjusting himself so that he could suckle you, taking your oversensitive, engorged nipples into his mouth.

“Feeling better?” He asked switching to the other neglected nipple. Your eyes seemed to finally lose the clouded haze they possessed earlier and you looked like you could actually concentrate with his knot locked deep inside you. Louis knew he didn’t have long before the swell went down and the two of you were back at it again, slaves to your own hormones.

“Louis, baby, I’m so sorr-“

“Save it Y/N. Just... just tell me why you ran,” Louis asked so you explained the entire situation to him and how you didn’t want to hurt him in case you lost control. Louis listened intently, not saying a word the entire time. Once you finished, he simply hummed in acknowledgment that he’d heard you before sliding you off of him. You hadn’t even noticed that his knot had ceased its swelling enough for you two to separate.

“We’re going to have a serious conversation about this once we’re in our right minds.” Louis said digging in the closet for something, then returning with a silk tie the two of you had implemented in the bedroom previously on more than one occasion. “But for now, I’m about to show you just how much you could never hurt me.”

“However, before we do this, you have to tell me how you want it. Rut or not, I have enough self control to back off if you tell me to,” Louis said sincerely yet you could tell by the way his dick was already standing at full attention this was harder for him than he let on. “If you don’t want me, or if you think I won’t be.... enough, then I-”

“Louis that’s not the case at all! Of course I want you! In any capacity! But not if there’s a chance that I’ll.... th-that I could....”

“Y/N, look at me,” you did and it was as beautiful a sight as always. Despite his herbivore status he was far from fragile, his frame filling out in adulthood to showcase the power and authority male deer held in the animal kingdom.

“Being devoured is far from being a fear of mine.” He glanced down at his prosthetic, “and besides, you couldn’t hurt me even if you tried. You’re too weak and small, I could easily overpower you.”

As if for emphasis, Louis grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed so that his straining member was pressed against your exposed entrance. Your legs went to instinctively wrap around his waist but he halted the action, opting instead to throw them over his shoulder. He had to bend forward since your legs were too short otherwise for the position, which brought him face to face with you.

“Now I’m only going to ask this one more time. How. Do. You. Want it?” His breath fanned over you as he slid himself inside you, a snug fit made easier by how wet you were for him already.

You were mewling beneath him and Louis couldn’t deny the sense of power that washed over him. He felt his Alpha instincts kicking into high gear and before you could even answer, he had begun his own pace.

He was pounding into you like his life depended on it, the sounds you were making only adding fuel to his fire. You were begging him to claim you, mark you up, make you his. The bond mark on your neck where he had long since mated you called to him. But he resisted. The two of you had all night, there was no need to rush. Besides, if he sank his teeth into you every time your scent glands called to him, he’d end up tearing your throat open.

“Fuck Louis, I’m about to explode. Please let me cum, I need your knot to cum,” you cried, slapping his forearm in a weak attempt to tap out. But your disheveled state alone was enough to drive him over the edge, your automatic submission to him making his Alpha practically preen in satisfaction.

He came for the second time that night, the familiar feeling of his knot expanding and filling you to the brink becoming addictive to him. He kissed your ankle before letting your trembling legs fall from his shoulders to take purchase on his waist. He ran his fingers through the soft fur of your thighs as a way to soothe you as you came down from the high of your own orgasm.

The two of you sat there, taking in each other’s forms until you finally broke the silence, “You forgot to tie me up.”

Louis glanced over at the long forgot silk tie on the bed. Though he’d suspected this might be the case, he knew for sure now he’d never need the garment. With the excess strength and power his rut gave him along with your natural submission to him as an Alpha, all thoughts of you hurting him were quickly negated.

“I have a feeling we won’t be needing that,” he growled, leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

#beastars #beastars louis #beastars louis x reader #louis x reader #louis x you #louis

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emf005 · 3 years

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Cramps

James Sirius Potter x Female! reader

Warnings: Puberty, James being the cutest thing ever, pain, couple cuss words for pizzaz(Maybe)

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“Oi! Y/L/N!” You smiled as you saw the one and only James Sirius Potter strutting up the hallway with his band of trouble makers behind him. Most of them were his family, but a few were unrelated family members(Very Very close friends.)

“Oi! Potter!” You called back teasingly.

“Having a bad hair day today?” He smirked, looking you up and down. You rolled your eyes and touched your crappily put in braid. It may have looked like it, but you weren’t having a bad hair day. You were just crap at doing hair.

“Nope. Having a hard time coming up with insults? Am I too perfect for the James Potter to insult me?” You joked. You always took the teasing light heartedly. You listened to this song over the summer called Sarcasm. It was pretty good. But one of the lines that stood out to you were “Sticks and stones can break my bones but anything you say will only fuel my lungs”. It wasn't like you let him get to you before this, but you had only rarely hit him back with a come back. Now, you always threw one back.

“Ha! Perfect? You? Those two words shouldn’t be in a sentence together, Y/L/N.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, leaving him confused. You strode off down the hall with a swing in your hips. “Perfect is too dull of a word to describe me, Sweetheart!” You called over your shoulder with a wink. You disappeared behind the corner as you heard his friends laughing.

They knew you were light hearted about it. You were actually pretty close with a few of them. But James was competitive in everything. And for some reason he had chosen you to be his muse for picking on. You didn’t know why, nor did you actually care. You always liked a bit of banter, especially around this time of the month. And no, you weren;t a werewolf (Though you would gladly take that over having your period)

See, all periods come with their… side effects. Hormones bounce crazily off the walls and make some moody. Some get cramps. Some get both. Some break out and others(A very few minority) just have it without anything to think about. You had it worse than anyone.

Cramps. That may have been all you got, but they were so bad that walking, breathing, talking, or even moving could be impossible. You were once nearly paralyzed for a whole week and a half. You only moved to go to the bathroom. Your mom had to actually feed you. You were a very active person, you can only imagine how insane that made you.

Madame Pomfrey, your great Grandmother and god mother because that woman is a queen, always took care of you during these times and often threw things at you because you weren’t taking good enough care of yourself. You loved the woman dearly, but wow could she yell at you.

You watched James and his crew head down to the quidditch pitch for practice while you skipped down to Hagrid's. You loved to play quidditch but never wanted to play on the team. You knew you weren’t good enough for that and you would rather have just messed around with some friends.

“Hey Hagrid!” You said happily and plopped down by a pumpkin. He turned around from tending his garden and smiled at you.

“ ‘ello, Y/N. How ‘er you today?”

“Alright I guess. How about you? Any new creatures come crawling around?”

“Not yet. But I suspect they’ll show up soon.”

“Need any help?”

“You know where the tools are.” You hopped up, but not too fast because.. Well.. you know, and grabbed a pair of gloves and shoved them in your pocket in case he let you tend to the Biting thorns again. You had a knack for everything Herbology and Magical creates. You were Professor Longbottom and Hargrid’s favorite student, you knew it. I mean, you definitely were, no doubt.

About three hours later you started to get a stabbing pain in your lower stomach, losing your breath for a moment.

Shit

“Hey, Hagrid, I think I’m going to clean up before dinner. I only have a few minutes and I doubt anyone wants to be sitting next to my smelly butt.” You laughed, the stabbing getting worse.

“I’ll see ya there, Y/N! Thanks fer tha help!”

“Anytime!” You jogged away from him and a relaxing Fang so you could visit your great gran. Well, she wasn’t technically related to you. She was a close friend of your grandmother’s. They had gone to school together and been (And still were) closer than sisters. You grew up with her and she had become very over protective of you.

You waltzed into the hospital wing with a smile on your face. You were used to the stabbing pains. You had a very high pain tolerance, I mean, you had to.

“Gran!” You yelled out, not even flinching when you felt another annoying stab.

Madame Pomfrey came walking over to you with her arms crossed over her chest.

“You haven’t come to see me all week. Does this mean that you have finally come to your senses?”

“Oh, you make such a big deal out of everything. I barely have felt anything so far, and plus it's only Wednesday, perhaps I was just busy.” She gave you a knowing look. She always knew. You didn’t know how, but she always did. “Well, anyhow, I was helping Hagrid and the stabs were a bit worse than normal. Got anything that’ll just subside that?”

“I have the potion you should've been taking since the beginning of the week, young lady.”

“It's nothing major, Gran. Just something small. I don’t need the whole nine yards.” She sighed. You were the only person who she would give into.

“Fine, but don't come crying to me when you are hurting so badly that you can't move.” She was about to walk away when the doors banged open. You two looked over and saw James and his crew walking in. Madame Pomfrey sighed. “What is it now, Mr. Potter?”

“Don’t know I-”

“Fell off your broom and landed wrong while you were trying to do some wicked trick. I know. Set him on the table. I’ll be there in a-”

“I have to take a shower, Madame Pomfrey. I’ll come back later. Feel better, James! Hi guys!” You waved at them all and jogged off, ignoring your gran calling after you. Oh, yeah, another thing about you. You really didn’t like attention. You also didn’t like the fact that there was someone in more need of help than you and you were getting the help first. James needed more help than you did, you would just come back later… You thought you would.

You had planned to go back after dinner, but you didn’t. A friend asked you with help on the Divination homework. You decided to go the next day. Asked to help first years. Friday? No. Dueling club and extra studying. Before you knew it, it was Saturday and you were in so much pain. But you just kept going.

You were headed down to the quidditch pitch to watch Lysander and a few of his buddies play against Albus and Scorpius and a few of their friends. It was just a scrimmage, nothing major, but they all liked to have an audience. And since they all knew and liked you, they asked if you wanted to join. What you didn’t count on was James being there.

“Well well well. Look who we got here?” You looked over to see James, alone, walking over to you.

“Hey, James.” You said a bit weakly and short of breath.

“You alright?” You just nodded. He seemed to get more concerned. “Are you sure? You don’t look so good?” You laughed.

“Yeah well, I have my good days and my bad ones,” you joked, thinking he was teasing you again. He wasn't.

“Y/N. Stop for a second.” You did and turned to him.

“Are you sure you're alright? You look really pale and tired.”

“I’m fine. I promise.” You smiled and continued down to the pitch with him besides you. That's when the worst one you have had in a while hit you with full force, knock every ounce of wind out of you.

You collapsed and held your stomach, trying to take deep breaths like you had taught yourself to do.

“Y/N!” You felt a hand on your back and another on your arm.” What's wrong? What happened?”

“N-nothing. I’m-Ah!” You collapsed completely to your knees. The throbbing hurt so bad. It was like someone was digging a knife in you and just twirling it around.

“Obviously something. What can I do?”

“Take-take me to-to Gran. Please.”

“Gran, who's Gran?”

“Sorry. Madam Pomfrey.” He nodded and helped you up, putting an arm around you to keep you up.

“You're explaining that to me later.” You laughed, which only made it worse. “Can you walk faster? You're getting paler by the second.”

“This is… as fast… as I can… go.”

“Here,” he moved in front of you and bent down. “Get on my beck, it’ll be faster, alright?”

“James you really don’t have-”

“I want to. Come on.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and he, carefully, hoisted you up. He quickly walked to the hospital wing, being cautious as to not bump you around too much. “Madame Pomfrey!” He yelled when he banged the doors open like he always does. A dramatic entrance for a dramatic boy. You heard the oh so familiar sigh.

“What did you do this time, James?” She walked around the corner and saw you on James' back, her eyes widened in horror and she quickly moved into action. “Put her down here,” she opened up a section and he set you down carefully. She quickly ran away and started to gather stuff. James stood beside your bed and stared at you oddly.

“What?”

“What happened? You seemed fine the other day. Are you sick or-”

“I’m really fine, it's just.. Um… girl stuff?” His eyes widened in understanding (Not horror).

“OH! Oh Merlin, are you ok? What do you need, like literally anything?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“It's just cramps,” you shrugged, confused by his reactions. Normally anything under the topic of puberty or periods boys were off running. Even your own brothers.

“Not just cramps, young lady.” Your gran scolded and walked in, holding a bottle of the potion you were supposed to be taking. It really didn’t do much. And it tasted horrible. “These are getting worse as you get older.” You glanced at James.

“Ok. You don’t have to be talking about this with him here. No offence.” He just shrugged.

“You have to start taking this seriously!”

“Gran, I do! I was just busy!”

"You came in and then you left without taking it, telling me you would be back!”

“I got side tracked! And James was in more pain than I was!” Your voice was horse and it was getting harder to talk and breathe. She handed you the potion and you chugged it.

“You left because of me?” James asked. You swallowed the rest of the foul tasting liquid.

“You needed her attention. And then someone needed help on homework and it just” you coughed, making your stomach knot again. “Got out of hand.”

“Thank you for bringing her up, Mr. Potter. You can leave.”

“But-”

“She needs her rest.”

“Tell the boys I’m sorry I missed the game.” He hesitated but nodded and left. Your Gran scolded you for a few moments before she left and told you to get some sleep, which you did.

The next day your friends visited you and you ignored the pains. They weren’t as bad as yesterday’s, but they were still pretty bad.

Soon they left and that just left you sitting hour after hour. You were still awake when it was one in the morning and you heard footsteps coming towards your bed. You figured it was your gran coming to check on you so you shut your eyes and pretended to be asleep.

They set something on the table and you opened your eyes seeing James.

“James?” He was startled and jumped a bit. He looked down at you with guilt on his face.

“Sorry,” He whispered. “Did I wake you?” You sat up slowly.

“No. I’ve been up. Kind of hard to sleep.” You moved over and motioned for him to sit, which he did.

“Cause of the…”

“Cramps?”

“Yes.”

“Yep. You know, you’re a lot cooler with this stuff than a lot of boys your age are.”

“I never understood that. I mean, it's something that happens. Why do guys have to be so weird about it? Plus my little sister goes through it so…”

“That's right! Your sister’s Lily.”

“Yeah. She gets pretty bad cramps too, but not as bad as you, I think.”

“No one gets them as bad as me, which I’m grateful for.”

“So the potion doesn't really work?”

“Takes a bit of the edge off, but other than that? No.”

“I’m sorry.” You just shrugged and shifted. “Is there anything I can do to help?” You smiled.

“You’re sweet, James. But, I’m afraid not.”

“Well, I do know one thing I can do.”

“What?” He grabbed whatever he had sat on the bedside table and set it on your lap. It was a basket full of chocolates. Your eyes lit up at the sight.

“Holy Merlin! Where did you get all this?”

“I have my ways. I remember Lily said chocolate always makes her feel better so I figured it would help you too.”

“Wow. James! Thank you! Can I…”

“No. Absolutely not. I just brought it down here so that it can stare you in the face. You aren’t allowed to eat one piece of it.” You smirked at him and didn;t reach for a piece, just to see what he would do. “Oh my go, I was joking.” You laughed.

“I know I know!” You grabbed two pieces and handed one to him. He looked at it and then back up at you before taking it. You opened your piece quickly and bit into it. “Eat! Come on, you are stayen for a bit aren’t ya?”

“Why would you want me to?”

“Because you're my friend.”

“Why would you consider me that?”

“Because you helped me out a lot and you gave me food. We also talk all the time. Why? You don’t want to be friends?”

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be mine.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve bullied you countless times.”

“That was just playful banter. I've seen you bully people. You were just teasing me.” He stared down at the candy.

“But still…”

“James, listen. I want to be your friend. If you don’t want to be mine I guess that's alright, but I've always wanted to be your friend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You seem really cool. And you are really nice. I've seen you with your siblings and your friends and have always been kinda jealous. I've never really had that," you shrugged and took another bite from your chocolate bar.

"You have all sorts of friends, though."

"Yeah but I'm kind of the replaceable friend. And then my family is a bucket load of insane. So I guess I’m sort of jealous. Like this.” you motioned to the chocolate and at him. “I have been having this happen since first year and my friends come in once to check on me unless they need help on something. I guess it's kind of childish, but-”

“No.” You looked at him, a bit shocked at his tone. “That's not childish at all! How are they your friends if you’re in pain and they don’t come to see you unless they need something?”

“James, it's not that big of a deal. I have a high pain tolerance and plus I have gran worrying over me.”

“Oh please explain that to me. You're her granddaughter?”

“Well, sort of. Great granddaughter, and honorary. Her and my grandma were as close as sisters when they went to Hogwarts and stayed that way throughout life. And when I lost my great gran and both my nans, she stepped up. Very over protective of me.” He smirked and leaned on his legs.

“I’d say. ‘Get out, Potter. I appreciate you bringing her up but I don’t want you here.” he mimicked her voice, and not too terribly. You started to laugh, making your stomach knot in protest. You groaned and fell back on your bed. “Oh! Sorry. Do you need another pillow? More blankets? Chocolate?” You smiled gratefully at him.

“No. Just gotta wait it out. Thank you though.” You smiled at him gratefully and you two talked until you fell asleep. He smiled, finding it odd how much he actually liked you. Every “conversation” he had he always enjoyed. Always enjoyed your banter in the halls and in class, but he had never actually talked to you before.

He stood up and pulled the blanket over you more so that your shoulders and arms were covered. He put the chocolate on the bedside table and brushed the wrappers off of the bed so that it wasn’t a mess when you woke up in the morning.

He then snuck out of the infirmary and back into his dorm room. James was surprised to see that his last thought before falling asleep was of you and hoping you felt better. He really hadn’t realized how much fun you were.

You weren’t in classes that day. Madame Pomfrey seemed to be punishing you and kept you in bed, bringing you meals from the great hall while you survived on James’ chocolate. You were reading over your notes when someone cleared their throat. You looked up, chocolate half in your mouth, to see James standing with a plate and his school bag.

“Hi James! Back already?” He laughed and sat down where he had sat the other day.

“You weren’t in class or the great hall. Wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“That's sweet. Thank you. I’m feeling lots better, but Gran won’t let me go to classes yet. She wants to monitor me and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

He slid the plate of food and your face lit up. Sweets and meats, your favorite.

“Figured you would be hungry.”

“Starved! Yet again, thank you.”

“It's what friends do,” he said with a nod. You smiled happily. Friends. You had finally made it to friends with James Sirius Potter. “I also brought notes. In case you wanted to copy them.” He pulled his notes from his bag and handed them to you. You grabbed it and started to flip through the surprisingly clean and crisp notes. This boy took better notes than you do. That was unexpected.

“Thank you, James! I was a bit worried I was going to be overrun again.” He shrugged and stole a swipe of Mashed Potatoes off your plate. You smirked at him but didn’t say anything.

He sat and talked to you while you ate and then helped you with homework when you set your plate aside and started to work on notes.

“Here. Like this.” He moved next to you up by the head board and held your wrist, showing you the proper hand motions for DADA. You tried to focus on the correction and not your burning cheeks.

Damn hormones.

“There you go. Now try it without a helping hand.” You shoved him and laughed.

“That was terrible!” He smiled crookedly, fixing his glasses.

“Yeah, but you laughed.’ You bit your lip and shook your head.

“You, sir, are utterly ridiculous.”

“Oh, I’m sir now.” He joked, settling back by your feet. You kicked his leg lightly. “OW! OH MERLIN SHE KICKED ME! I THINK MY LEGS COMING OFF!” He fell to the ground dramatically causing you to burst out from laughter and your stomach to continue to knot up over and over, but you couldn’t stop. He was twitching dramatically on the ground like a dork.

Madam Pomfrey came over and tapped her foot agitatedly.

“This is no place for fooling around, Mr.Potter. Either stay and behave or leave.” She turned and cast you a glance before walking away. You two burst out laughing when you heard her door shut. He popped back up onto the bed.

“So, what have you been up to? I've caught you up on all you’ve missed.” You just shrugged.

“Studying. It's really all I can do. She won’t even let me stand up.”

“Well that's no fun. You haven’t even been outside?”

“Nope. Her one rule is stay in the bed. Not allowed to stand, unless it's to go to the bathroom, which has to be the one in this room.”

“Why so specific.”

“Second year I went to the restroom, on the fourth floor on the other side of the castle.” James chuckled and looked over his shoulder.

“Well, how about we make her get even more specific?”

“What did you have in mind?” He snuck over to where the wheel chairs were and rode it over. A wide grin spread across your face.

“Your carriage awaits.” You laughed and quickly hopped in. He then ran, pushing you in front of him. You two ran through the castle laughing like mad people.

“What's this?” Fred asked, a smirk on his face as he and Erinie Longbottom came out of the great hall.

“Never thought I’d see you two get along, let alone laughing.”

“Mischief is mischief.” James shrugged and stood up on the back of the wheelchair.

“Madame Pomfrey has forbidden me from walking.” You explained. “James just wanted to get me into some trouble.” Ernie looked at the wheel chair, a slow grin spreading on his face.

“Why don’t we all get into some trouble then.” He cast a spell on the wheels on the wheel chair before making three more appear. “Now, you can control it on your own and so can we.” He sat down in his and went zooming off. You, Fred, and James watched with smiles on your faces. They quickly sat into theirs and the three of you chased after Ernie. Who knew you would become such quick friends with James and that would leave you to get into a bit of mayhem with him.

You four raced down the halls but all stopped abruptly by a tapping of a foot. You all looked up to see Madame Pomfrey standing there with her arms folded across her chest. You swore under your breath.

“Madame Pomfrey!” Ernie squeaked and fell out of his chair. “Uh, we didn’t see you there?” You shook your head at the lame excuse.

“Madame Pomfrey I-”

“You, with me, now.” You sighed and rolled after her. Waving bye to the boys. They waved back and watched you go.

“So.” Fred said with a smirk on his face. “Finally come to your senses?”

“Shut up.” James muttered, feeling a bit guilty that you were the only one who got into trouble. It had been his idea after all.

“I told you that it wasn’t a smart idea to get out of your bed!” Your gran scolded as she wheeled you into the Hospital wing.

“Technically you said I wasn’t allowed to stand up unless it was to use the restroom. I was not standing up, I was sitting down. And what's the big deal? I’m fine! It's almost over anyhow!” She groaned in frustration. “Gran, I’m in 5th year. I think I can make decisions for myself now.” She looked at you for a moment before sighing.

“Alright. But, you have to promise me, when you start to get bad you will come straight-Oh!” You hugged her tight around the waist and she patted your head.

“Thank you, Gran.”

“Yes yes. And you should be careful around that Potter boy.”

“Which one?” You asked cheekily.

“Now don’t you get cheeky on my young lady. You know what I’m talking about. Don’t you go falling in love with him. I’ve actually had girls come in because they said that he broke their heart. Like his name sakes,” she shook her head and walked away leaving you thinking.

You wouldn’t get a crush on James, would you? I mean, sure he was tall and cute and a dork with an adorable personality that kind of made your heart flutter. But that didn’t mean you- You smacked your head.

“Dammit. How could I have let that happen?” You muttered to yourself. You silently cursed your gran. You had been blissfully unaware and now you were very much aware that you had a tiny crush on James Sirius Potter. This ought to go over well.

Over the years you had only grown closer to James and his friends. Mostly James though. It was rare not to see you two together. You both would jam pack your schedules so you would have each other in classes. You knew he did it because of your cramps and how you didn’t really discuss it with anybody or like to bring it up. So when they got too bad and you couldn’t go to classes he would bring you your notes and help you study, like you didn;t help each other study any how. But now, now it was all going to change. You had passed your last year at Hogwarts and were now lying on your couch in pain. You had taken the potion your gran had sent you but the potion had seemed to do less and less over the years while James had done more and more.

You had a pile of letters in the corner that he had sent you. You two had sent back and forth non-stop, both of you now having your own separate apartments that were, sadly, not very close to each other. Of course, you could just apparate to the others house but you wouldn’t really do that on a daily basis, sadly.

You had sent him a letter the other day and found it weird you hadn’t gotten one in response yet, but you weren;t the most important thing in his life, sadly. As you and James had grown more attached, your crush on him had grown and grown and grown. Being away from him for so long, This was your first month, and knowing that you weren’t going back on September first to see him and your other friends was killing you. How could people live without knowing if they would ever go back to Hogwarts? It may sound cheesy and a bit cliche, but it was and forever will be your home.

There was a knock on the door as another wave hit you and now you had to stand up and pretend you were alright. You looked at your empty chocolate bag, you really should’ve stocked up after the last time.

You opened the door and leaned heavily on it as you looked up into the familiar glass covered eyes.

“James!?” He beamed happily.

“Miss me that much? We’ve only been out of school for about a month.” You chuckled and shook your head.

“You’re such a dork. What are you doing here?” He held up a abox.

“Figured you would have forgotten to restock since Hogwarts, like you always do.”

“How do you remember these things? And why would you want to?” You opened the door and let him in. He strode in and looked around your apartment. He wasn’t familiar with it yet.He set it down on the kitchen counter and jumped up onto it to look around the place, nodding in approval.

“Nice place.”

“You say that everytime you come over.” You said sarcastically as you grabbed the jacket you had thrown on the floor after work. It caused your stomach to cramp and you were stuck for a second because you were trying to breathe.

“Ok, couch, now.” James said, grabbing your arms and leading you over to the couch, setting you down and taking your jacket.

“James, you really don’t have to-”

“Yeah I do. Stay.” He left your side and went to the box. “Did you take the potion?”

“Yeah. Did nothing as usual.” You whined, he sat back down and opened the box, pulling out two candy bars and handing you one, like he always did, and keeping one for himself.

“Sorry, kid.”

“I am like a week younger than you!”

“A month and a half,” he corrected. You glared and bit into your chocolate, making him laugh and look around your apartment until his eyes landed on a moving picture you had put up. It was from the first year you two became friends. He walked over to it and took it off the wall. “You still have this?” You smiled.

“Of course! That was the first Weasley Summer I had! It was the best summer of my life!” You laughed lightly smiling at the memory of James trying to get you on a broom. And then you had crashed into four trees until you semi-got the hang of that.

“Didn’t you get a concussion from that summer?”

“Don’t know, wouldn’t let anyone check.” You laughed, your stomach cramping again, but not as bad as usual. He smiled and hung it back on the wall. He sat back down next to you.

“How've you been, though? You always sound like you're doing great in your letters.”

“It's been alright. Adult life isn’t terrible and my job’s pretty fun. I've been thinking about getting a dog.”

“Really?” He asked excitedly.

“Yep, and I was going to name it Sirius.” His face turned disappointed.

“You know, I brought you chocolate, you can at least be a bit nicer to me.” you giggled.

“I’m joking, I'm joking. But yeah. I do want a dog.”

“Get lonely up here already?”

“Definitely. How are you? You seem like you are having a good time in your letters. Var hopping every weekend.”

“You can join us. We’d love to have you hang with us.” You shrugged.

“Well, definitely not this weekend.”

“No, definitely not. Though you look like you could use a bottle of fire whiskey.”

“I need two.” He laughed and put his arm around your shoulders, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I felt ya there.”

The rest of the night, James hung out with you. Chocolate and talking and radio and, when you were feeling up to it, he made you dance with him because he’s the biggest jerk in the world.

It was now near midnight and you two were on the couch listening to old muggle records because why not. You were half asleep on James’ chest. He was playing with your hair and humming along to the song. It was a familiar position for you two. Madame Pomfrey had once caught you two like this, though James had been the only one awake. She had looked at him and then at you back in sixth year.

“Be careful there, Mr. Potter. I do not want her getting hurt.” And then she turned and left. He had planned on telling you that morning, but the thought that he would hurt you in any way had kept him from saying anything. But now… Now he couldn't help it. The smell of your shampoo and the way you smelt like chocolate and… and he couldn't help it. This had been the most fun he had had since Hogwarts had left out. All because he was with you.

“Y/N?” He whispered, just in case you were asleep. He knew how hard it was for you to actually fall asleep when you got these cramps.

You hummed in response. Half asleep, but not completely. He took a breath.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You hummed again.

“I love you.” He didn’t get a response this time and thought you had fallen asleep. He was a bit relieved that you hadn’t heard. The other part was a bit disappointed.

“What?”

Shit.

“I-I love you.”

You sat up and looked him in the eye. He knew this look. You were trying to detect a lie, he let you look. And boy, did you take your time.

“You-You do?”

“I do. I get it if you don’t in return but I just had to-” You grabbed his collar and pressed his lips to your quickly. His eyes widened in surprise before he quickly kissed you back. You pulled apart and both of you were smiling messes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You said, biting your lip.

“Seriously?” He pulled back from you with wide eyes. You nodded nervously. “How long?”

“The first time you helped me, I guess. And I wouldn’t have even realized it if Gran hadn’t said anything to me.”

“You’re joking.” You shook your head.” He kissed you again, taking you by surprise.

“Why? How long for you?”

“End of fifth. I was going to tell you in sixth but…”

“But what?” You looked at him. “James…”

“Your Gran scared me.”

“What did she do?” You sighed.

“Nothing!”

“James, I am too tired, what?”

“She just told me not to hurt you.” You frowned and looked at your hands.

“And you planned to?”

“No! No no no no.” He pulled your face up to his and smiled. “I was scared that I might. I got scared that I would be the reason you were in pain. I didn’t want that. I didn’t even want to think that I would be the reason for that. So, I thought it was better to not do anything but be there for you.” You stared at him for a moment and bit your lip, thinking over and being completely touched. And you believed him. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I-I was scared.” You rested your head on his shoulder to hide your face, embarrassed that your feelings had been reciprocated this whole time.

“Of what?”

You muttered something that he didn’t catch.

“Come on, I spilled my heart out to you, your turn.”

“That I’d lose the best friend I've ever had.” You muttered a bit louder. He heard this and couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his face. He pulled you onto him and leaned against the arm of the sofa so you were on top of him. You looked at him, confused. You head was on his chest again and your eyes were fluttering shut again.

“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N.” He said with a smile. You smiled into his chest and wanted to say something but your mind was already powering down. You felt his lips press against your hair. “You won’t ever lose me. Good night, Y/N.” You murmured an incoherent goodnight, but he got the point and smiled before falling himself.

You woke up in the morning to smell the most wonderful smell you ever had smelt before… Bacon.

You groaned and sat up, a bit confused as to why you were smelling bacon. You thought it was just your mind at first and your mind wandered back to the dream you had had of James. You wished it were true. The kiss seemed so real, so perfect. You pushed yourself off the couch and your foot hit a box. Your eyes widened immediately. You opened it and saw a group of empty chocolate wrappers.

Oh no…

You turned around quickly and saw James’ back in your kitchen over the stove. Then you heard the sizzle of food cooking on your unused stove, since you were a wreck in the kitchen. ANd then you heard James’ humming. That wasn;t an illusion.

“James?” He turned around and smiled.

“About time you woke up. I thought you were dead for a little while there.” You pushed yourself off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen. “Coffee in the cup.” You looked down to a steaming cup.

“I’m not so convinced yet.” He chuckled and slid the food onto two separate plates handing one to you. “I didn’t even know that worked.” You muttered looking at the stove.

“Figured. You can’t cook to save your life.”

You threw a piece of bacon at him, which he gladly ate.

“Did you stay all night?” You asked half way through breakfast.

“I figured we should talk this morning.” You nodded and bit your lip. So it did happen.

“Right so we… kissed.”

“Yep.”

“Yeah.” The silence turned awkward.

“Ok, I’m just going to say it, then. I don’t know how much you remember but everything I said, I meant. I really do like you, Y/N.” You bit your lip and smiled.

“I-I think I remember enough to know that I have told you the same. And I-I meant it to.”

“Really?”

“Really, James. I meant it all and I really do like you alot.” You smiled. And he let out a sigh and collapsed into his chair.

“That is a huge relief.”

“Tell me about it. So what do we do now? What happens?”

“I think I'll ask you out.”

“And I obviously would say yes.”

“And then we go to a… quidditch game?”

“And I’d buy the snacks after arguing with you about money.”

“Right. And then I would completely sweep you off your feet when I book the stadium for afterwards and teach you how to ride more.”

“Of course, unless I blow you away with my mad skills.” He beamed.

“Which is very possible with the way you ride.” You laughed.

“So when would this hypothetical date take place?”

“Saturday at six?”

“I think I could be there. If you were to ask me, of course.”

“Well maybe I’m getting there.”

“Maybe you should hurry up before we spend another three years without each other.”

“Y/N, would you go out with me?”

“Yes.” You said smiling. He returned your smile with a crooked one of his own.

“Then I’ll pick you up here, and I am buying the snacks.”

“James you are no-pop-James Potter you get back here!” You yelled to the open air laughing as your best friend-boyfriend- apperated from your apartment.

You bit your lip and leaned on your hand.

You got a date with the boy you loved. And who would’ve thought it would all be because of a terrible time dealing with cramps?

#james sirius potter #hp fluff #fluff fic #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #madame pomfrey #chocolate fic #one shot

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