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w1ldthoughts · 10 months

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You Make Me Feel

Anon Requested smut so I wrote something nasty. Slight continuation of this but will still make sense without reading it!

Warning: smut and language

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“No. It’s not happening.” Jack states simply, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Please? You lost the bet and you were the one that said—”

“When I said losers get to be the winner’s bitch for a week I didn’t mean literally!” He interrupts, leaning against the kitchen counter. He was desperately looking for a way out of this conversation. “I love you more than anything in the world. You know that…right?”

You nod. “But I’m not letting you put anything in my ass…Why do you even wanna do this so badly?”

“Because…” you begin, walking over to put your hands on his shoulders. “I’ve been doing some research on how to spice things up and your prostrate is where your g-spot is. I know it sounds insane and we’ve never done anything like this before but I just wanna make you feel good.” You noticed his frown begin to disappear at your confession.

“And plus, the thought of you laying there having the most intense orgasm of your life because of me? There’s nothing in this world that would be any sexier.” You continues. “But if you’re uncomfortable then obviously we won’t do it.”

Jack uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around you with a deep sigh. He looked down at you and kissed your forehead. “You really wanna do this don’t you?”

You nodded slowly, waiting for him to deliver the verdict. “Fine. Just give me a couple days so we can get everything we need and do this shit right. But you have to promise not to tell anyone we’re doing this. Especially not Urban baby please, I’m not trying to hear his mouth.”

“And the nails gotta go. If you scratch my butthole I’m not talking to you for two weeks.” You laughed but he was being serious.

“Promise. I won’t tell a soul. And I’ll lose the nails.” You give him an excited squeeze and a smooch. “Love you Jackie poo, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“Yeah you better, my alpha status is on the line here. But I trust you with my life and I love you. A lot clearly.”

How in the hell had you convinced him to do this? He thought to himself as the two of you sat on the couch two days later browsing sex toys on your laptop. It definitely wasn’t his first time purchasing them, it was just the first time it would be used on him. The more he thought about it though, the hotter it got. And your excitement about making him feel good made him have to adjust a few times while you shopped. The more equipped for the situation he was, the better he felt about it. If he was being honest, he was thinking about it more and more as the days went on.

He was ready.

All of the items on your list had arrived the day before and you could tell that your boyfriend was nervous when you got upstairs.

“Babe if you’re having second thoughts then we don’t have to go through with it. You wouldn’t be hurting my feelings at all, I want you to be 100% sure about this. Do you want us to do something else?”

Immediately shaking his head, he told you he was anxious but excited as he didn’t really know what to expect or how he was going to feel.

“This is all new for me too, but I’m going to take care of you, I promise.“ You whispered as he pulled you down top of him. Kissing him would never get old, you were convinced it would always give you butterflies in your stomach and warmth in your chest and between your legs. He took his time with you, grinning into the kiss as one of his hands caressed any part of your body that he could. There was a palpable shift in his energy, from anxiousness to hunger and the more his body felt relaxed, the sloppier his movement got.

Without breaking the kiss, he swiftly turned you both over so he was top, his hand resting at the base of your hip. He sucked on your bottom lip before coming up for air, helping you out of the tank top you were wearing. Looking down, he whispered “may I?” Waiting for you to nod before taking off your underwear.

He was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. “Holy fuck you’re already wet, is this all because of me, baby?”

“You don’t even wanna know how long I’ve been thinking about tonight.”

“Well I’m gonna get you off first and then let you have your way with me…deal?” He smirks, licking his fingers.

“Deal.”

There needed to be a scientific study on how your partner knows your body better than you do. Jack gave you two orgasms before cleaning you up, holding you in his arms while you caught your breath. He gave you the T-shirt he had on earlier and was making small circles on your back as you basked in the afterglow.

“You ready?” You placed a hand on his chest, feeling a sudden burst of energy.

He responded with a nervous laugh. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“It’s gonna be great. You can take your pants off whenever you’re ready and I’ll grab the stuff. Be right back.” You were hoping that your reassuring peck would be helpful.

You came back into the room with bottles of lube in one hand and a prostate massager in the other.

“Where do you want me?” He asked, looking a lot more sure of himself now that the moment had come. You gave him your instructions and went back to your set-up.

He slid down to the bottom of the bed while you squeezed the lube and took a deep breath. Your dry hand gently stroked his thigh as you inserted one finger.

“Relax baby, don’t tense up it’s supposed to feel good. Just let go and let yourself feel.” You smiled, watching his chest rise and fall until eventually his breaths slowed. You inserted another finger and were welcomed by a stifled gasp filled with arousal.

Curling your fingers to stimulate his perineum, you began stroking your fingers against it.

“Oh my god.” Jack whispered, his voice quivering. He had never felt anything like this before and you were getting more turned on by the minute. You hit nerves he didn’t even know existed and the action made all of his muscles relax like never before.

You pressed two knuckles against his taint and began to knead ever so gently, earning a series of breathy moans that were the most gorgeous sounds you’d ever heard. “Jesus Christ y/n, I’m—oh shit,” he whines, grasping at the sheets for some sort of security.

The prostate massager you made him buy had really turned up the heat and he was feeling it. His back arched into your touch, whimpering your name as he was nearing his peak. Watching him fall apart like putty in your hands was so much better than anything you’d ever pictured. He was so close, you knew the signs. You switched the massager into the other hand while stroking Jack’s erect length.

“M’gonna cum, holy sh—oh fuck.” He cries out. You watched the cum dribble down his shaft and your hand as it pumped out of his body. After you grabbed a towel and helped him clean up, both of you laid back down, bodies tangled together and all was right in the world.

“So…did that feel good?” You asked, looking up at him.

He let out a loud laugh. “Good? I don’t think ‘good’ even begins to cover how that felt. Pretty sure that just changed my life. Didn’t ever think I would be into butt stuff but here I am.”

“Does that mean you’d be open to doing it again sometime?” You inquired apprehensively.

“We are definitely going to be doing that again. Being your bitch really got my legs feeling like jello but I can get down with it. And you didn’t scratch my asshole so it’s a good day in my book.”

Who knew your super alpha, 6’3 man would be into letting you dominate? Maybe you could convince him to try pegging next…

Eh, probably not. But a girl can dream.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Hidden (Kim Hongjoong) Rated

Pairing: Soccer Jock! Kim Hongjoong (Ateez)× Nerd! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, College AU.

Summary: There's nothing that makes Hongjoong feel better after a game than to spend it with his secret girlfriend.

Word Count: 3.5+K

Warnings: male breast play (we love the hiddies), light gropings, dry humping, light degradation, corruption kink, unprotected soft, vanilla sex (always use protection), dom! Hongjoong, sub/slightly inexperienced reader.

Taglist: @seacottons (I wrote this for you ♡), @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux @brie02 @multidreams-and-desires @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers when their prized center forward kicked the ball with full force into the opposing team's goal, effectively allowing them to take victory over another college from the area. His teammates hoisted the bleach blonde male over their shoulders, parading him around the field and letting the spectators admire him once more. The athlete shyly smiled and gave tiny waves towards the crowd. His eyes passed through all the rows of people standing about, searching and scanning for a particular person he hoped would come to see him.

Once he spotted a familiar red plain hoodie tucked near the very end of the bleachers, his smile grew even wider and he even felt bold enough to send a wink their way, the tiny group of admirers sitting nearby mistakenly thinking it was directed at them. The figure in the hoodie tried not to let any suspicious look give her away, but even she couldn't stop the faint pink hue that appeared on the apples of her cheeks. He mouthed a few words to her, which she understood to mean for her to wait for him at a certain place while he went to go get changed. Quickly picking up her bag, she made way to step down the bleachers, but unfortunately for her the little group of popular girls had the same idea, thus ending in one of them bumping into her rather harshly and sending her crashing down onto the concrete stairs that allowed one to get out of the spectator area.

The soccer player of course saw this and slightly hissed when he watched her palms come out instinctively to lessen her fall, only imagining the stinging sensation they went through. He then turned his attention to the tiny clique leader who looked completely unapologetic, her mouth saying something that he couldn't quite make out, but judging from the way her little minions snickered and laughed, he deduced it was only another one of the usual jabs they liked to fling at the poor girl. And he hated it, the scowl clearly visible on his face. Just when he was about to turn around and give them a piece of his mind, the victim looked up and gestured for him not to intervene and just run along to the showers. He hesitated briefly until she once again assured him she was fine, getting up and quickly escaping before another accident occurred.

Left with no choice but to follow her instructions, the soccer player joined the others in the showers to freshen up after a long and arduous game. He made sure to be quick about it, as he wanted to go check up on her injuries as soon as possible. After drying off completely, he stuffed all his belongings into his bag without caring to check if he was crushing anything and sped out of there. Along the way to the place where he parked his car, he only waved at his fellow classmates and belatedly ignored the prissy bullies that caused the incident back at the bleachers.

"Snakes." He mumbled to himself as he passed by them.

Rounding a tiny corner of the building, he took out his keys and unlocked his car, looking around in confusion when he didn't see the person he was expecting anywhere nearby. Hearing a tiny rustling of leaves, he rolled his eyes when he finally realized they were hiding behind the hedge that decorated the stairs that led one inside the building.

"There's no one else around, now come out of there before the groundskeeper finds out you were messing up his artistic shrubbery." He called out as he walked over to the hedge.

Peeping her head out, the girl looked right then left to make sure he wasn't lying before throwing one leg over the green barrier, trying to get out. It definitely proved more difficult getting out than getting in, as her foot accidentally got stuck when she tried to swing her other leg out. She grunted softly as she tried to yank her foot out, which she eventually accomplished but with how hard she pulled she was thrown off balance. Had the male behind her not have run up to catch her, she would have surely hit her head on the floor. Luckily he had indeed caught her before such tragedy occurred. Looking up, his unamused face was bearing down on her.

"Thanks?" She sheepishly said.

"Don't mention it honey bunch." He snorted when she frowned at one of the many nicknames he enjoyed teasing her with.

"Don't start now Kim Hongjoong." She grumbled with a huff as she sat upright.

When she turned around, she had no chance to say or do anything as he took her hands and made her palms face him. Hongjoong sighed when he saw the tiny scrapes on her fragile skin.

"I'll be fine. It's just a scratch." She asserted before he got anymore upset.

"These 'scratches', and the mean names, wouldn't happen at all if only you'd let people know about us."

She recoiled slightly at his words. He was right, she knew that. Still, she was hesitant about letting the entire school know about their secret relationship, something that he was more than eager about sharing. But he respected her need and wanting of privacy, even if it irritated slightly at times.

"I'll be fine Hongjoong. Really... their words don't bother me anymore. And besides, I'd rather not have all eyes at me at every moment. I like being an invisible wallflower." She repeated what she often said.

He understood her, but couldn't help the sigh that came out his lips.

"Honestly L/N Y/N, I don't know what to do with you sometimes." He confessed as he turned her palms over, his eyes focusing on her left hand. Or more precisely, on the black promise ring that was wrapped around her left finger. He smiled softly as he rubbed his thumb over it, knowing that on the inside of it, his name was engraved in white, followed by his birthstone in the shape of a heart. He wore a similar one around his neck, held up by chain that dangled right above his chest, close to his heart. Only the one he wore was a white band and had his lover's name in black with her own birthstone on it. It was a present he had bought for their 1 year anniversary, which had happened not too long ago. Every time he saw her wear it, he felt a warm and tranquil feeling in his soul. He himself never took off the chain off his neck, only when he needed to shower and even then, he made sure to never misplace it.

It was a somewhat nostalgic feeling, standing there, holding her hands kinda like the first time he worked up the courage to come up to her and state his interest in dating her. Even to that day, he couldn't believe she would have actually agreed. He was so happy and full of bliss at having her that he couldn't help himself as he closed his eyes and began leaning his face towards hers. His girlfriend widened her eyes and let out a muffled shriek before pulling away from him. Hongjoong grunted angrily as he walked after her towards his car.

"It's not a crime to kiss my girlfriend in public you know." He exclaimed.

"Someone might see us." She kindly reminded him.

Throwing his hands up in frustration, Hongjoong was about to start nagging but opted for taking a deep breath instead to calm down.

"Ok fine, but once we get behind closed doors, I'm expecting a lot of cuddles and smooches from you. You've been giving me the cold treatment at school even beyond what we agreed on and I'm slightly hurt." He pouted as he turned on the ignition.

Shaking her head, Y/N leaned over and placed a peck on Hongjoong's cheek.

"Ok you baby. Only because you were amazing on the field today."

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Safe in the sanctuary and privacy of her apartment, Y/N couldn't hold herself back now as she tangled her limbs around her boyfriend, face pressed against his chest. Hongjoong couldn't stop himself from snorting when he felt her cheek rubbed against one of his protruding pectoral muscles. The arm that was stationed around her frame came up to lightly scratch the back of her head.

"Having fun there you cuddle bug?" He raised an eyebrow at her when she snuggled closer to him.

"Hmmm yeah. Your man boobs make such comfortable pillows." She beamed as she reached one hand up to caress the muscle that her face wasn't buried in.

"They are not boobs Y/N. We've been over this how many times?" He dropped his head back onto the pillow as he released an exhausted and frustrated groan.

Feeling a bit on the bolder side that evening, Y/N shifted her weight over so she was fully laying on top of him.

"If they're not boobs, how come I can do this?"

Hongjoong half gasped- half moaned when he felt his girlfriend's mouth part and latched onto one of his highly sensitive nipples. Of course his girlfriend took advantage of this little fact, suckling onto his skin in a tender manner. Hongjoong lost himself in the feeling of her tongue flicking at his hardened peaks, closing his eyes as she kept on enveloping his buds with her warm mouth, first one breast then moving to the other one. This time her suction was a little more rough, teeth baring to lightly bite on the skin around his nipple. Hongjoong obviously didn't mean and was thoroughly enjoying the more harsher treatment as he began bucking his hips up against hers, his tent brushing against her folds which were only covered by her cotton underwear.

Satisfied at being able to rile her boyfriend up, Y/N sat up with a smirk as she peered down at Hongjoong's dazed look. Before he could get a word out, his girlfriend begin grinding herself against his bulge, her hands steadying themselves on his lean but firm abs. Hongjoong looked up at her, his eyes glowing with the same lust that mirrored in her own. Not able to bear to leave her in charge, his hands came up to grip her hips, forcing her to stop momentarily before they started taking control of her movements. He guided her so every time her clothed mound would rub against his tent they would both feel the best friction between them. Not only was he in full control of her body rolls, he made sure to lift his hips up so she would feel him even more. The air around them thickened as their sexual tension grew more and more, their once soft sighs turning more into heavy panting as they both waited for the other one to give in and say they wanted more than just the semi clothed dry humping they were currently doing.

Y/N knew fully well Hongjoong wouldn't say anything, it was in his nature. He'd just keep donning that signature smirk he was hailing at her at the moment as he continued to grind himself up at her. She knew he wanted her to tell him how much she wanted him, as a form of payback for not acknowledging him back at the university. She wanted to play at his game, keep her mouth shut and even get off him only to leave him frustrated and aching. But she had no will or mind to do that. Not when her body yearned for his, cried out to have him pin her to the bed as he tore through her intimate places. She couldn't hold back any longer, her bottom lip was starting to hurt from how hard she was biting down on it.

"What's wrong babygirl? Something on your mind? Do you want something?" He teased her as he moved his hands to cup her ass, fingers digging into her flesh and brushing against the hem of her panties.

"Hongjoong... I want...I want.." Even after having done this quite a few times, she was still very nervous and shy about requesting such things from him.

"Use your words darling, I know you can use them. After all, you're the smartest person in school. So tell me...."

Sitting up so he could lean his face close to hers, Hongjoong brushed his lips against hers, replacing her teeth with his own as he tugged at the corner where she had been biting on just a few seconds ago.

"What do you want?" He asked once more, hands going underneath her shirt so they could fondle her perky breasts, a satisfied grin lightly appearing on his face when he discerned the subtle whine that came from her throat.

"You, I want you." She finally answered, her arms wrapping around his neck as she closed the space between them and kissed him passionately.

Their tongues tangled themselves together in a desperate and slightly sloppy fashion. Flipping their positions, Hongjoong carefully laid Y/N down on the mattress, never once breaking their kiss even when his hand dropped down to tug her underwear down her legs. She helped him out by lifting her hips up and was about to pull the hoodie over her head, but Hongjoong stopped her.

"No baby. Keep it on. You look more adorable wearing my clothes." Briefly pulling away from her, he had a cocky smile as he rid himself out of his own boxers.

"Even if I do enjoy taking them off you." He admitted with no shame, which didn't surprise her.

Prying her legs open so he could fit himself between them, Hongjoong peppered butterfly kisses across her forehead and temples, sighing blissfully as he aligned himself at her entrance.

"I love you." He always made sure to state those 3 words before they got lost in their love.

"I know. I love you too." She responded.

Satisfied at hearing his confession being reciprocated, Hongjoong slowly pushed himself inside her, always taking care to be gentle as his lovely girlfriend wasn't as experienced as he was. He let her walls adjust to the intrusion of his member as he busied himself by kissing along the side of her neck and near her jaw while his thumbs rubbed circles on her waist. Y/N took a deep breath and lightly tapped his arm, a sign for him to start moving.

Hongjoong started off with slow and deep strokes, making sure to angle his hips properly so his head would brush against that sweet spot that would have the girl underneath him crying out his name. Y/N's eyes dropped down to look in between their bodies, always fascinated by the image of Hongjoong's cock disappearing inside her. One of her hands came up and slid underneath her covered stomach, a soft gasp escaping her lips when she felt her boyfriend's bulge poke out from under her skin. Noticing this, Hongjoong chuckled softly.

"You like that baby? Like feeling my cock deep inside of you?"

She could only respond with a light nod of her head as she released a faint moan that turned louder when Hongjoong abruptly slammed back into her at a quicker pace.

"You feel so good around me love. You're so tight, warm, and soft- fuck! I can't get enough of you." He hissed as he continued to roll his hips into her.

Y/N loved hearing him say things like that to her. Hearing him say how much he wanted her, it turned her into puddy. However, there was something she had been meaning to ask him to try but didn't know how to approach the topic. Figuring it was the best opportunity then, she looked up at him with large eyes.

"Hongjoong? Can we try something tonight?"

His eyes instantly lit up when she asked that, always eager to satisfy anything she was curious about or wanted to try.

"Of course. Anything you want." He assured her.

"Then can you..... can you degrade me a little?"

Hongjoong suddenly stopped moving and blinked at her with a worried expression on his face. Y/N wondered if maybe she shouldn't have asked that given his reaction. She watched as Hongjoong's bottom lip poked out in a light pout.

"Baby why on earth would you want something like that?" He tilted his head at you.

"I just.... I want you to call me your bad girl." She muttered softly, feeling embarrased at declaring that.

Hongjoong let out a heavy sigh as he cupped her cheeks and squished her face.

"But you're not a bad girl darling. You're my good girl. My sweet, kind and obedient angel who doesn't misbehave or cause trouble." He reasoned with her as he planted his lips on her cheek.

Y/N let out a tiny huff as she began to think she would not be getting what she was hoping for.

"That's what everybody else thinks....don't they?" She could hear and feel the shift in Hongjoong's mood, confirmed even further when he suddenly clasped her wrists and pinned them above her head as he started moving once again, only this time it was a more rough and fast pace. He stared down at Y/N with a hungry gaze, tongue poking out to lick his lips as he slammed his hips deeper in her.

"Got everybody in school fooled thinking you're such a goody two shoes, little miss perfect who is oh so sweet, innocent and pure, has never even kissed anyone."

Hongjoong smirked mischievously, pausing briefly before continuing.

"How do you think they'll react when they found out I ruined you? What will they say about the fact you opened your legs for me and allowed me to steal your virginity?"

Y/N threw her head back against the pillow and groaned loudly. It was true, she had let Hongjoong take away her purity a few months back. It wasn't anything she regretted, she loved and trusted him enough to give herself up to him, and she knew the feeling was mutual with him. And now to have him use that against her at that moment, to remind her of it, it felt amazing.

"What will your parents say? Their perfect daughter not only dating behind their back but actually letting her boyfriend stay over with her and fuck her into the sheets. Bet they'd be mad, bet they'll hate me for tainting their precious little angel." He laughed in a mocking tone.

Y/N's moaning now turned to whining and whimpering, her legs wrapping around Hongjoong's waist when the unrelenting tempo of his thrusts was threatening to throw her over the edge. Hongjoong knew this too given he felt everytime she clenched around his shaft, her walls squeezing onto him as if her life depended on it. He muffled his raspy pants when his lips attacked her mouth once more, his pecks aggresive and teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

"And so many guys will be jealous. You don't know but I've overheard even some of my teammates whisper about how they wanted to rob you of your innocence. Hell, I know for a fact even some of the professors wanted to shove their cocks inside your little pussy." As he dished out those tiny secrets she never knew about, Hongjoong's pounding became more harsh and he snarled with jealousy at the thought of anyone else looking at his prized possession in an erotic way.

Y/N clung onto him as she was on the brink of topping over, nails raking along his back.

"But they'll never get a chance because you're mine. All mine. This pussy of yours is mine. I claimed it a while back and only I get to fuck it. It's mine..... you're mine."

Unable to contain herself anymore, Y/N softly cried out Hongjoong's name as her body started twitching underneath his, face heating up as her juices pooled down her body. With only a few more strokes, Hongjoong himself was shooting his own cum into her, letting out shaky breaths that matched hers, their bodies collapsing on the bed as they tried to recover from the orgasm they just had.

After a few minutes and with his heartbeat back to normal, Hongjoong looked over at the girl beside him. Taking her hand, he held her arm up and aligned it with his so that the matching couple tattoos they got the month before would connect. It was a rather simple and subtle design, both of their wrists decorated with a beach wave that to anyone else wouldn't look out of place or arouse suspicions, but when they held it against each other, the waves formed a heart, which was exactly what Hongjoong was admiring at the moment. Rolling her over so she was facing him, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist so it would be easier to slip himself back inside the warmth of her walls. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, both of their eyes closing as they began to drift into a serene sleep, safe in each other's arms.

"I love you munchkin." He giggled when her hand smacked his chest.

"Don't start or else you're sleeping on the couch."

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alluringjae · 3 years

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it’s a royal order - jjh

⤑ summary: one of your royal campaigns became a success, and your bodyguard jaehyun was there to see it all happen. it’s only fair to celebrate, right?

⤑ pairing: jaehyun x female reader

⤑ word count: 2k

⤑ genre: fluff, suggestive (dirty talk, jaehyun got a daddy kink, superiority complex!!), implied smut | bodyguard!jaehyun, princess!reader, slight enemies to lovers!au, modern royal!au (where south korea remains under monarchial power)

⤑ warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, family problems and therapy, explicit language

⤑ author’s note: this is definitely less emotional than all i do is wait! i got this idea from a show i really enjoyed before it got cancelled named the royals. specifically, i really liked the story of eleanor and jasper, which is the whole princess x bodyguard dynamic. the pining and tension, ugh! if you know this show or not, it doesn’t matter. anyways, thank you for the 30+ followers and 200 notes on aidiw! enjoy!

i need holy water because of this piece.

⤑ credits to jeongjaehyuns for the gif above uwu

⤑ leave me some feedback, constructive criticism or hellos!

“On behalf of the royal family, I would like to extend my utmost support for the Anti-School Violence campaign for all students to have a safer and more meaningful learning environment.” You proudly announced to the board of officials alongside other influential individuals in Korean society.

Being the only princess in the current royal line may have its pressures, but holding a strong, direct impact for a brighter future for the people motivated you to take advantage of your platform for the better. As the image of pure innocence and revamped women empowerment, you aimed to accomplish all the things your mother wished she could before her untimely death alongside your personal aspirations.

Expressing genuine joy with the campaign, with a tinge of desire to annoy the old-fashioned and closeminded officials, your prying eyes were more enamored by a certain man in the back clapping by the ballroom doors. You can’t help but act flustered whenever he witnessed you in a state of success and satisfaction.

This man went by the name Jeong Jaehyun, your trusted bodyguard since you were in your early twenties. 3 years later, he still stuck by your side and helped you endure all the darkness as a royal.

Back then, you went through a rebellious phase that was ruining the image of your family. Clubbing almost every night, drugs, skipping school, you even managed to get all assigned bodyguards to quit! The media ate up all your tricks, turning them into scandals. That was the plan, of course. You desired your own freedom from all the royal obligations because you didn’t ask to be born into that lifestyle. To all of your peers who wished to be in your footsteps, you would’ve impulsively passed your title to them. There’s so much deception that lies behind the glitz and glam of it all.

This unexpected change in your former untainted attitude came to the point that your father, the king himself, stepped in and personally assigned one of his men to get you in check. He figured that appointing a guard nearest your age may lessen the tension and mend you back together.

In the start, you absolutely despised him. There was no way to fool him when you were up to no good. He easily found your alcohol and drug stash which he disposed of on the spot and stood by your bedroom door every night so you wouldn’t sneak out past curfew (which your father also strictly implemented).

One big turning point in your relationship was when he rushed you to the royal hospital when you drank a cocktail that went unnoticeably spiked. To think that this was a typical social gathering with other royals and officials, you’re a constant target to many. You didn’t wake up for a few days, and the entire time, Jaehyun willingly stood by your bedside and outside your hospital room.

Since that and more instances your father insisted you get involved in royal affairs, you softened up. As cliché as it was, the more time spent with him, the more you knew about him and vice versa. He was the one that got you to fully open up about your grief towards your late mother, encouraging you to seek help. Turns out you weren’t as different as you thought despite your differing ranks in society when he also had a void for a missing parent. In his case, it was his father, who ditched his family for his mistress. Silently, you helped each other recover from your traumas alongside therapy. From dreading his presence, you started treating him more casually. Your father’s tactic of assigning a bodyguard around your age admittedly worked.

Oh, how time flies.

This campaign was the last thing on your weekend agenda, so you had the entire late afternoon and evening to yourself. Bowing one last time to the audience, you stepped down from the platform and accepted the soft hand of your bodyguard, who quickly made his way to you despite the flashing cameras. It was something he got used to as it is part of the job.

Once he successfully ushered you out of the ballroom, his hand still held yours. Nothing new, except this event was quite public and you didn’t want anyone to get any wrong ideas. Strolling down one of the many hallways in the palace became a pastime for the both of you, where no one can catch you. It was a safe haven within the destructive life of the Park kingdom.

“You did phenomenal as I expected, your highness.” Jaehyun complimented, recalling your panic the night before as the stage fright hit strong when you were reciting your speech to him over and over again.

“We are in private, Jaehyun. Must you really use those formalities with me?” You taunted, bobbing your head sideways mockingly. With him could you felt like a normal young adult, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jaehyun loved being frisky with you, catching you get irked up. And he was up to do it again.

“Hmm last time we strolled these halls, Yuta caught us making out after a successful meeting with the Prime Minister.”

You gasped at his statement, conscious of whoever may be in the vicinity. But before you could refute, your hand that was interlocked with his were mightily slammed against the white wall. You lost your breath for a moment, his warm body closely on yours. His free hand freely roamed up and down your covered waist. His lips were dangerously near your neck, where you’re sensitive. Your hips naturally grinded against him to release the pent-up tension.

“Something tells me you want to do it again, princess?” Now he’s just using your title as a pet name, but you couldn’t complain. It just hits differently when the situation was set up like this.

“I deserve it, don’t I? Got a lot of those hell-driven officials on my side for this round.” You raised both your brows cockily, licking your lips.

“Hell yeah, you do.” Finally, he rids of the tension and plants open kisses on your bare neck. Your throaty moans were uncontrollable, and you could care less.

“My princess,”

Kiss.

“So intelligent,”

Kiss.

“So benevolent,”

Kiss.

“So helpful,”

Kiss.

“But,” He changed his pace and direction, swollen lips near your ear.

“But?” You question naïvely. He scoffed, smirking at your antics of playing dumb.

“But a total slut for her bodyguard.” He dominantly planted his lips against yours, one of his veiny hands gripping on your waist and the other by the arch of your butt. He was hungry, needy even. Due to your shared schedules, it’s been a constant struggle to have proper alone time from the snooping eyes of Korean society. After all, it wasn’t in the norm for a princess to fall deep for her bodyguard. Nor were you sure you would be accepted by anyone. Yuta, the bodyguard of your oldest brother, the crowned prince Jinyoung, finding the both of you at that time was a total shock but didn’t care either.

All that mattered was that your feelings towards each other are real and strong. Accepted or not, you had each other.

All this lust put you in a daze, wanting much more than another smooch fest in the hallway. Tugging on his belt, he squeezed your butt tightly. You emitted a moan, which allowed his tongue access. No way could you keep your hands to yourself, touching his upper body and the flexing of his abdominal muscles from his button-up. You felt his now hard member poking through.

Analyzing your area, you were on the other side of the palace. Farther to your bedroom where numerous rendezvouses were made, one kink you’ve considered in the past amplified your mind. Considering this area was also the king’s side, and he was abroad for royal affairs, this was your chance.

“I have an idea, my love. You up for it?” You rose a brow at your lover, challenging him. Not one to overpower this man in bed, but always suggesting a way on how to spice it up.

“And what exactly does your feral brain want to do with me, princess?” His finger lifted your chin so you meet eye to eye. You can just see the fire still burning, and oh how you were ready to intensify it.

“The main ballroom, where my father and late mother’s throne rest, are a few doors away.” Your fingers signal him to lower his stance as his tall height was difficult to reach. With a sneaky smirk,

“Let me ride you in the king’s throne, my love.” Your lips brushed over his and sucked his bottom lip, tugging him by his belt. He groaned, squeezing your butt. “It’s a royal order.”

“Nasty, your highness. Insanely nasty, you are.” His hands hoisted your waist, boosting you up in his arms. You gasped with profanities, ravenously cut off by his lips again. His nails digging deep in your bare thighs, your legs naturally linked themselves around his torso while your arms passionately intertwined his broad neck.

In between kisses, he carried you to the said main ballroom. One of your wildest imaginations, just a second away. This room remained to be the only place without any guards stationed technological advancements or updated interior designs to preserve its traditional beauty. Dated as far as the 19th century, only special events were held and the highest of the high were allowed inside. Spacious, surrounded by gold linings majestic paintings of angels from above with a huge crystal chandelier right above the center. Right ahead, the original thrones that your ancestors, grandparents, and parents sat on when they were throned in its pure glory.

Pushing your lover on the king’s throne, the gold sun-like rays plastered behind the headrest, he cockily leaned back and manspread his legs for comfort. He rubbed his hands before patting his thigh, waiting for your submission. But you weren’t going to give in just yet.

Not when you prepared a mini-show just for him underneath your designer silk dress.

Jaehyun’s solemn eyes marveled over your gorgeous figure as you stripped down one strap after the other. Due to its silk fabric, it effortlessly dropped down to your figure to reveal a new set of black lace lingerie from your previous trip to Paris. Ages ago, Jaehyun unhesitatingly ripped your favorite ones during his birthday, so you decided to get a mature version of it. A version where your bra lifted your breasts more and undies hiked up to your waist to elongate your legs. Only for the eyes of yourself and the man in front of you, establishing that you were a powerful woman who can be absolutely anyone she can be. Princess, a normal young adult, or his slut, it’s up to you how you see yourself.

Jaehyun mumbled all the profanities he could think of at the moment. Looking like a divine angel when the sun from outside shuns behind you, his slacks tightening so much more than a while ago.

“All this for me?” He ogled shamelessly, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt and untying his necktie. “What did I do to deserve such regal treatment?”

You sneered at his comment, stepping out your dress in your heels and stationing right in front of his luring lap. “You’ve always been there for me, thick and thin. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Lowering yourself to straddle him, his breath hissed when your damp core collided with his crotch. Distracted and caught in your trap, “I don’t think you answered my question, my love.”

Rather than a verbal response, he roughly pulled you back in for a kiss. His hands scattered to explore from your back down to your waist. Your hands messily ran through his hair, tugging on some when your body got too sensitive to his wild touches. The thrilling sounds of the two of you drowning in your fiery romance bounced throughout the ballroom, not minding if anyone passed by the hallways outside. It was a private room after all, and whatever happens here, stays here.

Rolling on his crotch while his lips trailed down to your collarbones, the quick snap of your bra wires echoed. The tight lift lessened as Jaehyun’s fingers dropped the straps, unveiling your bare chest covered in his marks.

“Enough playing, princess. Let daddy have some real fun with you.”

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bangtanpromptsfics · 3 years

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moonflower.

dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle”

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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truglori · 3 years

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Daddy’s baby

Request: Erik tryna be romantic months after the reader gives birth

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut

Another day passed by leaving Y/N stressed. It was her second week back at work after being on a three month maternity leave. To her it didn’t feel like it was enough time off. Her body still going through its early postpartum phase. She could feel the faint cramping in her stomach every few hours. Her breast became engorged and leaking with her milk. Then there was her anxiety that spiked up after having her beautiful baby girl, Charisma Stevens. Y/N’s head would always snap up thinking that her little girl was somewhere close by whenever she heard the slightest noise of what she thought sounded like a cry.

Laughing to herself Y/N shook her head as she placed her laptop and binders in her work tote bag. She did it again. It was the end of the day and she was beyond ready to pick up her baby from daycare and head home to take a hot shower. Her body was yearning for some sense of alleviation. Walking through the halls of her office Y/N waved goodbye to all of her colleagues before making her way to her Jeep Grand Cherokee. Placing her things in the passenger seat she put on her seatbelt and headed to the daycare.

The place was a little under fifteen minutes from where she both worked and live. It was right in the middle. Y/N didn’t want to bring her baby somewhere, where she thought would be to far to get to her in case anything happened. That was another affect of being a new mom. She would always over think about the littlest things, but she figured better safe than sorry.

Strolling inside Y/N watched all the toddlers running around freely. There was building blocks and toys scattered everywhere. Her eyebrows lifted as she looked at the mess that she knew her home was going to experience as well within the next two years.

“Hi, Mrs. Stevens! I have little miss Charisma ready right here. Everything is in her bag and she should be all set to go. She’s such an angel.” Ashley, the young caretaker, spoke with a wide smile as she handed over a bundle up Charisma in her car seat.

“Thank you so much. I know she barely makes a sound when she’s around other people but when she’s at home it’s nothing but baby talk.” Y/N grinned as she retrieved the baby bag.

“Well she was great today. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

Y/N waved and walked back to her vehicle. Giving her baby two smooches she strapped her in properly.

“You ready to go home and see dada?” She put on her best baby talk and bent down to rub her nose with hers. Charisma smile blowing little spit bubbles.

Giggle Y/N fell in love all over again. She had Erik’s smile and dimples. She also had his characteristics already as well. Y/N noticed that at only three months Charisma only made noises around her and Erik but everyone else she was quiet. Just like Erik. He had to take some time to warm up to people before he became talkative.

Arriving at their one level home Y/N pulled in the driveway. She seen Erik’s Lincoln truck parked. He was home from work earlier than usual. Erik was a probationary firefighter, meaning he was still in the entry level phase. He’s only been in training for a month but Y/N noticed that he really loved it. After every shift Erik would come home removing his clothes and tell her about his whole day. So whenever he did that it would make Y/N’s mood ten times better.

Before she could reach the back door to unbuckle Charisma, Y/N was met with Erik walking out the door. No longer dressed in his Class A uniform but instead in a Nike sweat suit he jogged to her car greeting her with a bear hug.

“Princess. I missed you baby!” Erik’s tight hold lifting Y/N off her feet. He lips found hers kissing them three times before attacking her neck with pecks.

Laughing she wrapped her arms his neck. “Baby I missed you too but let me take out Charisma.” Y/N giggled between each word.

Putting her down immediately Erik lightly moved her to the side going to the car door and opening it. When he seen Charisma his eyes lit up the same way they did when he first watched his daughter come into this world. It was something he always did every time he was away from her for a long period of time.

“Hey daddy’s princess. Daddy missed you more, but don’t tell mommy.” Erik cooed to Charisma as he unbuckled her and took her out after making sure her head was secured.

After grabbing her tote and purse Y/N scoffed with amusement. “Really Erik.”

Rocking her side to side Erik glanced up to Y/N. Giving his famous smile that got her hooked when the two first met. His golds showing.He bit on his bottom lip revealing his dimple and walked up to her. He leaned down giving her and open kiss and slipped his tongue in her mouth. Pulling away he tugged her lower lip with his teeth and then kissed the supple flesh.

“You know you Daddy’s baby.” Erik’s deep voice spoke in her ear.

Y/n eyes traveled up and down his body as she followed him in their home. They walked into the livingroom. Y/N placed her bags down on couch near her. Taking off her shoes she lifted her legs up under her placing one on top of the other. The sound of Erik babbling with the baby caused her eyes to turn in their direction. Y/N smiled watching her husband and infant interact with each other.

“Here let me go wash her up. She’s been out all day babe?” Y/N sat up to take Charisma to the bath but was cut off with a knock on the door.

Her brows furrowed. “Erik you expecting any company?”

“Yeah actually I am.” Handing over the baby to Y/N, Erik walked to the door. He opened it giving the person on the other side a hug.

“Hey, mama! It’s good to see you. Thanks for coming to get Charisma for the night.” Erik smiled letting in Y/N’s mother.

Y/N face displayed both confused and joy. She was happy because her mom was here but she was confused when she heard Erik say that she was here to pick their daughter up.

“What’s going on? Hey mama.” Y/N greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m coming to pick up my grandbaby so that you and your husband can get some alone time together.” Y/N’s mom grinned as she played with Charisma’s small fingers.

Looking at Erik he stood to the side watching. Y/N could tell by his eyes that he was hoping she would go with it without putting up a fight. So she did. She handed over her baby to her mother gently caressing her hair.

“Okay well let me get her things together-“

“Already got that!” He pulled his baby bag from behind the couch.

“What about milk does she have-“ Y/N walked to the kitchen to double check but Erik blocked her grabbing her by the waist.

“Baby I took care of everything and it’s just for a night. She’s going to be fine.” He used his thumbs to stroke her cheeks.

Sighing Y/N gave in. Of course she knew that Charisma was going to be fine with her mother but this was going to be her first night without her since she was born. She was going to miss her but she knew that her and Erik very much needed this time alone together.

“Alright I’m leaving now. I’ll be back in the morning before you guys head to work.” Y/N’s mom place the baby in the car seat, making sure that she was in safely, and left.

Now by themselves Erik wrapped his arms around Y/N waist. He noticed his wife’s tension and nerves was getting the best of her as she watched their newborn get carried out of the house. But he was hoping that he could help ease that with the plans he had for them tonight.

They haven’t had a romantic night to themselves since Y/N entered her third trimester in her pregnancy. With all of the mood changes and aches and pains she dealt with it was tough for them to get away and spend a peaceful night with each other. So this was the first time in months that they would finally get to spend a one on one alone.

“C’mon princess, Daddy has something I want you to see.” Guiding her by his grip he had on her hips he walked her to their bedroom. When they came to Y/N gave a surprised gasp bringing her hands over her mouth before laughing.

“Baby what is this?”

“What you mean what is this? Look at this masterpiece I created.” Walking in front of her he held his hands out proud of what he done.

It was a homemade theater with a fort built over it that had mini lights going around glowing up the dark room. There was blankets and pillows laying out that had snacks and a bottle of Champagne sprawled out on top of them. The tv already showing Y/N’s favorite movie, The Notebook. But there was a food warmer with forks on the side of it that caught her attention.

“Now what is that?” She walked over to the area getting on her knees. Taking the top off of the pot her eyes rolled in the back of her head when she smelled her favorite dish that Erik would make for her. Shrimp and Chicken Alfredo.

Erik took a seat next to her observing her excitement. “Remember this was the ONLY thing that you would eat when you were pregnant? Had my pockets hurting buying you some shrimp every damn day.” Grabbing the forks he handed her one as they began to dig in.

Y/N’s eyes closed when the shrimp touched her taste buds. She would still get a craving of this meal every now and then but it was nothing compared to how she used to eat it almost daily when she was carrying Charisma.

Erik pressed play on the movie as they cuddled up underneath the blankets. Taking turns between drinking out of the bottle of warm Champagne and dipping into the food warmer Erik and Y/N ate in silence watching the film. Into the middle of the movie Erik paused it and stood up.

“Where are you going? The movies not over.” Glancing up Y/N place the bottle down making sure it won’t tip over.

“With this long ass movie we gonna be here all night . Take my hand.” Reaching out he waited for her to grab it. When she did he lifted her up and lead them to the bathroom.

“Babyy!” Y/N lip went to a pout. Her eyes began to water as she saw the bubble bath with rose petals on top and candles surrounding the medium size tub.

Erik walked in front of her not saying a word. He began to unbutton her work shirt. Slipping it off he followed with her pants next with the help of her stepping out of them. Y/N covered her stomach. A habit she did every since the baby. She felt insecure about her belly not snapping back like how she wanted it too and how the loose skin would hang. Removing her hands Erik looked at her. His eyes became saddening when he would see her hide her body from him.

“Not tonight princess.” Bringing her hands up to his mouth he kissed them. “Don’t hide from me what I caused to happen.”

Bending down on his knees he kissed her tummy. Erik felt Y/N’s body shiver from the contact. Taking the pads of his thumbs he pulled down her panties. Y/N’s breast fell up and down feeling her arousal heightened from the inside. Erik lifted back up to remove her bra with ease.

“You ready?” He leaned forward kissing her forehead.

Answering with a head nod Y/N raised a leg over one by one and dipped in. Looking up at Erik she smiled.

“Erik when did you run this bath?” She asked running her fingers through the lukewarm water.

“Like thirty minutes before you came home. Why?” He questioned curiously as he took off his sweat jacket leaving him in a crisp white t shirt with his gold chain draped over it. Moving some of the candles he sat on the rim watching her.

“It’s warm now that’s why. You should’ve had me get in here first and then we could’ve had movie night.” She joked using the wash cloth on her legs.

“Well that’s nothing we can’t fix.” Since the water level was low enough he turned the knob to the hot water and let it run. “Better?”

Biting her lip Y/N gave a shy nod. “Thank you daddy.”

Grabbing the towel from her hands Erik poured her favorite body wash into the rag. Dipping his hand into the water he let it gain a lather before using it to clean her with it. Y/N could feel the gentleness of his hand as she relaxed. She felt him travel all over her body before reaching her pussy. Erik’s bare hand began to caressing her outer lips.

Spreading open her thighs so he could have a better access Y/N cuffed the back of her knees bringing them up to her chest.

“You givin up the pussy like that?” His chain swinging above her playing with her clit. Going over the hard nub in circles Erik bent his head down to kiss her when moans began to leave her mouth. Y/N grasped onto his shirt as she used her hips to meet his movements. Bringing her free hand up to her left titty she started to tweak and pull her nipple. Even through the water she could feel her wetness escaping.

“Daddy get me out of this water and fuck me.” It was more of command than a question and Erik was more than happy to abide. He waited until Y/N was standing up fully before grabbing her by her thighs and carrying her back to the bedroom. He didn’t give a damn about getting his clothes wet because his main focus was to please her and that pussy.

Plopping her on the bed Y/N crawled to the middle, taking a pillow and putting it over her body as she watched him take off his shirt. He sent her a look that let her know that, that wasn’t going to stop him. Y/N seen the colors of his eyes grow darker. Which told her one thing. Erik wanted to fuck, fuck. Bringing her hand over her pussy she bit her lip prepared to take the beating she wanted badly.

Erik stepped out of his pants which left him in nothing but his briefs. The print of his thick and heavy semi-hard dick poked out making an appearance. Walking towards Y/N he waisted no time grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Hearing a squeal leave her lips he glanced up before bringing his face up to hers. His lips millimeters away.

“Ima tell you this once and once only... you keep me from getting in this pussy like how I want Ima fuck you up. Got it.” He gave her a fair warning but he was serious.

“Yes daddy.” Y/N reached her head up biting his lower lip.

Erik’s low eyes studying the way she sucked on making sure he was going to her mouth to use later. Taking each hand he spread her legs open by the back of her thighs bringing them as far as they could go. Going to her neck he sucked on the flesh taking his time. Running his tongue over one of her spots before flicking it slowly. Creating hickies and then kissing them.

Y/N gripped his dreads pushing him lower. She was beyond ready to feel his warm tongue suck her nipples and pussy. “Please daddy.” Her whimpers touching his ears.

Following the wants of where his wife desired him to be next Erik went to her left breast tonguing her nipple. Flicking the hard pebble over and over before sucking it. If it was for him to say, the left titty was his favorite which is why he always stayed there the longest. Switching over he gave the right the same treatment.

Y/N began to grow impatient, needy, and bratty all in one. She wanted to control the situation but was always out dominated by Erik. When she tried to push his head down further Erik grabbed her wrists bringing them to the side of her head and purposely stayed at her breast longer than he planned.

“You know you not in charge so cut that shit out.” His deep raspy voice retorted while kissing down her stomach paying close attention to the area knowing about her insecurities towards it.

Finally coming face to face with his weakness he held her legs open. Her phat pussy lips soaked and covered with her natural lubricant. Her pink showing with the spread of her lower lips. Erik was ready to eat her pussy till she was crying. It was that pretty to him. Making a trail of kisses on her inner thighs he kissed each lip with appreciation from all the times it made him nut.

“Still my shit, ain’t it?” His breath hitting her skin making her jump.

“Eat it then daddy-“

The feeling of his warm spit cut her off. Looking down at the sight Y/N’s mouth hung open watching the long string of liquid leave her husband’s mouth.

“Hold this shit open for me.” He demanded her.

Her hand went down as fast as the order came spreading her lips apart. She could feel the saliva against her fingers. But it didn’t matter the moment she felt Erik give numerous flicks to her nub. Her reflexes causing her legs to try to close but couldn’t with the firm grip he had on her thighs. He teased her going back and forth between doing that and sucking on her lips. Her hips thrusting and ready to feel the human vac machine suck her clit.

“Daddy suck that clit please.” Y/N begged. She could get nasty when the time came and she didn’t care about what she had to say or do just for her to cum.

Using his tongue Erik ran it along her slit. Going to her opening he dipped inside the warm tight treasure coating his tongue before going to her clit and sucking it. The taste of her juices dripping out made his dick put a tent in his briefs. The moment it reached his taste buds Erik became a predator tearing apart his prey. Her pussy. Repeatedly sucking her bud Erik had Y/N tugging on his dreads pushing him into her pussy.

“Ugh baby I’m gonna fuckin-“ The yelling coming from her throat made it raw and cut her sentence short. The tight cramping in her lower belly causing a tear to fall from the corner of her eyes. She exploded right on his tongue and he kept going.

Constant sucking to her clit had her whimpering. Her pussy was becoming sensitive and she couldn’t take it anymore. Pushing at his head hoping he’d get the message but he didn’t when he smacked her hand away. The continuous assult on her pussy caused another orgasm to erupt shortly after the first one. Erik lifted up. His beard covered in her essence as he bended down kissing her. His tongue swiping over hers letting her taste herself.

Sending a rough smack to her thigh he pulled away. “Come suck this dick.” Standing up straight and pulling down his underwear his nine inch dick sprung out.

Y/N’s body felt drained but going against the feeling she got on her knees staying on the bed. Leaning forward she kissed the head with no hands looking up at him.

“Thank you for making me cum daddy.” Holding him up by the shaft Y/N stuck her tongue out wetting up the sides.

“That ain’t the last time you cumin for the night.” Taking his long arm he slapped her ass cheek making her arch.

Opening her mouth Y/N smacked the tip of his dick on her tongue before flicking the sensitive area underneath it. Erik groaned and brought his hand up to her hair. He gripped the kinky locks giving it the shape of a ponytail. Y/N giggled as she took him into her mouth. Her head bobbing up and down creating extra saliva to get him sloppy. She felt him grow in her mouth and that made her pussy throb and become wetter. The swivel of her tongue rubbing against his under tip whenever she came to it had Erik sucking in air and backing away.

“Daddy don’t run.” Y/N coming off his dick to tease him.

“You tryna make me nut with that fucking slick ass tongue of yours. Damn ma keep going.” He slapped her ass for encouragement.

Y/N obeyed stroking him with one hand and focused on his head. She was trying to get him there but Erik didn’t want to bust from head. He wanted to get up in her guts. She began humming to block her gag reflexes to deep throat him. The vibrations from her mouth and watching the strings of spit falling on her titties sent Erik over the edge. Taking her ponytail he pulled her off him.

“Turn yo ass around now.” His voiced barked as he felt defeated. He had to gain his control back.

Y/N knew she was in trouble by the sound of his voice.

When she wasn’t moving fast enough Erik grabbed her by the hips placing her into position. Smacking her ass he punished her for trying to make him cum too quick. Gripping the base of his dick he rubbed it up and down her second lips coating himself with her slick lubricant before sinking inside her with one thrust. The sudden movement had him regretting it when he felt like he was going to bust off entry.

Y/N’s mouth ajar and eyes rolling up feeling the long and girthy dick enter her depths in one motion. Usually she would work her way down on him but tonight Erik was going crazy. Her wall clenched down on him from the invasion. One hand gripping the comforter and the other reaching behind for his.

“Ohh fuck...daddy you’re so deep already.” Y/N moaned blowing out air as she took deep breaths.

“Sss I know baby, pussy good as fuck.” Erik groaned while slowly starting up his strokes. He had to pace himself because he felt close but he wanted her to cum again.

Using her hips for leverage he thrusted into her feeling her tight wet walls gripping him. Slapping her ass he picked up his pace when he felt his nut wavering off. Y/N mouth spewing out curses coming out of her arch. Placing his hand at the top of her back he held her in place as his hips stroked up in her. But when she came up again he got annoyed.

“Man keep that fuckin arch and let me get in this pussy.” He stated irritated.

Not stopping his movements he put his hands in the middle of her back and put his weight on her. He figured that would help her since she acted like she didn’t know how to. Erik grinded his hips rotating them getting deeper in her pussy. He was trying to hit that button that he touched plenty of times before.

Biting her lip from the pressure she felt pushing at her stomach Y/N cried as she felt him hitting her spot. Not only was he stretching her pussy open but he was digging deep. Closing her eyes she started to see white dots in the darkness of them. Her brain becoming almost unresponsive as he stroked her into oblivion.

“Daddy okayyy!” Taking her hand Y/N brought it behind her. She wanted him to let up on her because he was beating her pussy up.

Sweat droplets now appearing on Erik’s forehead as he lifted up. “What’s up, you gon throw it back?”

Looking behind her she whimpered a ‘yes’. Erik smirked putting his hands behind his back but continued his strokes. He waited until she caught his rhythm before faltering his movements. Y/N used the weight of her ass as she threw it back on him. She held on to the sheets hearing the sound of their skin clapping together. When she felt his tip reach deeper than she wanted it to she scooted up only taking half of his dick.The sting of a hard slap on her right cheek made her tightened her hold on both the covers and his dick.

“Get back on that dick. I’m not gon tell you again.” His voice barked.

“Okayy.” The whimpers leaving her lips involuntarily.

Going down on him further Y/N reached behind her gripping her ass cheeks to help him get in there the way he liked. Her stomach going into a cramp as she noticed she was going to orgasm again for the third time tonight. Her walls slicking up and gripping his dick as she continued to fuck herself.

“I feel you gripping this dick.. go head and nut and after you do you better not stop till I get mine.” He thrusted his hips up making sure she understood him.

Due to that Y/N’s body trembled beneath him as she came on his dick. Her cream coating all over him. But she didn’t stop. Even through her overstimulation she kept going because she wanted to make this nigga nut. She began to throw her hips back against his harder. Looking behind her she was met with Erik’s dark eyes watching her. He brought his hand up gripping her hair. Not moving his hips but just having something to hold.

“Make this dick nut.” He stuck his tongue out at her teasingly before smirking.

The combination of his golds showing and the way his chain hung around his neck as he bosses her around had Y/N going crazy. Reaching under her she gripped his balls massaging them to help him get there. Putting her kegal exercises to work she squeezed her walls when she reached the tip and released reaching the bottom.

Erik’s tried backing out but Y/N followed him everywhere he went. “I want my nut daddy.” She mocked him flicking her tongue at him and bit her lip.

Erik’s lips went in a tight line as he felt her throwing her pussy on him. His eyes clenched shut when he felt the tip of his dick throbbing. He was there and she knew it. The sound of him sucking in air and his stomach becoming sunken in always gave him away. Erik met her thrust four times before filling her up with his seed. He waited until he was milked out before he slowly pulled out of her.

Y/N twerked as she laughed. Laying flat on her belly she looked behind her at her husband who had his hands on his head catching his breath.

“You tapping already?” Biting her lip she smiled holding her chin up with her hand.

Erik bent down kissing both ass cheeks.

“I ain’t tapping outta shit...we just getting started.”

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moonbeambucky · 3 years

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I Promise (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader Word Count: 4106 Warnings: fluff, smut, pregnancy

Summary: Before heading to Mars Chris Beck reconnects with his best friend, unaware of the outcome of their night together. With the burden of his mission will Chris make a promise he can’t keep?

A/N: My first Chris Beck fic! Rather than a really long one shot I’m splitting it into two parts. A big thank you to my love Allie @all1e23 for beta reading 🍕❤️ gif source (x)

“Hey.”

The soft resonance of Chris’ voice brings tears to your eyes, ones you couldn’t help from slipping out. They fall down the curve of your cheeks past the uneasy smile you wore.

“I kept my promise,” he said. Chris flashed the top row of his bright white teeth, his mouth curving into a boyish smile that reached his eyes, the fine lines crinkling around them. He tilted his head as he looked at you through the screen, a comforting gaze that made you feel as if he was there with you.

The quality of the video chat is near perfect making you almost forget Chris was millions of miles away. He looked the same, not that you expected him to look different. It had only been a few months since you last saw each other.

His hair looks darker than usual but you suppose it’s the low lighting of the small room he’s in. He’s bundled up in a thick NASA sweatshirt and you can see several more layers he has on beneath the collar. Chris looks tired but that’s expected, what he’s doing right now is not a walk in the park. You know it’s the reason why it’s taken so long for him to contact you but you wish he did it sooner.

More tears flood your eyes, burning their way out as you wished he never left at all. You can barely hear Chris over the sound of your own sobs.

“Please don’t cry,” he pleaded.

You lifted your head towards the screen and seeing the concern on his face only made you miss him more, wishing he was there to console you in person.

Your hand swept away tears from your cheek as your voice cracked saying his name. “Chris…”

The streets are simmering with the heat of a summer that couldn’t wait to officially start. Calendars be damned, it was hot. You indulged in a cool shower when you got home from work but time didn’t allow for a languid evening of staying in your towel as you applied serums and moisturizers, lotions and creams and every other post-shower pampering you normally do. Tonight was dinner with a friend and you needed to get ready.

Chatter filled the air of the patio, a small secluded outdoor space at the back of an Italian restaurant on the Upper East Side. It had an Old World Tuscan feel, from the stucco walls that looked purposely imperfect. Green patina shutters hung beside a wrought iron lantern that glowed in the early evening. Lush greens and bright flowers sat atop the half wall that surrounded the dining area making you forget you were in the city.

Chris looked the same, not that you expected him to be different. It had only been about two years since you’ve seen each other, right before he began training for his mission and now you can’t believe it was about to happen. Never would you have expected that the little boy down the block who became your best friend would actually be going to Mars.

For most of your lives you were in the same school, starting in Mrs. Kramer’s kindergarten class where you stuck together; two kids that were nervous about making friends and finding comfort in each other. As the years went on you weren’t always in the same classes but your friendship continued to grow. Chris was picked on for having a girl as a best friend and the girls always teased that he was your “boyfriend.” It never felt that way with Chris. He was your friend first and you never saw him as anything more.

By the time you were in middle school Chris was already taking advanced classes in math and science and the only class you had together was art which he was famously terrible at. It was there you asked him a huge favor, whispering to him at the sink as you rinsed off your paint brushes. “Could you kiss me?” Chris turned as red as a boiling lobster, immediately sweating as if he was being roasted alive himself. It was later that day walking home from school that you clarified what you meant.

There was a boy, Justin Kaufman, who was the coolest kid in your grade. You had a crush on him like everyone else and you were shocked when he asked if you would go with him to the dance on Friday. You were worried he might try to kiss you and being inexperienced made you nervous. Justin was really popular and if you were a bad kisser then the whole school would know it. Chris was your friend, someone you trusted, someone you could practice with just to make sure you didn’t make a fool of yourself.

You had no frame of reference for kissing back then apart from one sided smooches to pictures of movie stars that you had a crush on. But feeling Chris’ lips press back against yours was… nice. The best part about it was that things didn’t feel awkward after. Chris was still your best friend and nothing changed.

A server hands you a menu and you thank him, scanning through it to see what you might be interested in. Chris looks up at the same time you do, wondering if you wanted an appetizer. You nodded letting him choose, considering the limited food options he’ll have for over the next year.

“Can you drink?”

Chris’ nose crinkled as he smiled. “In space? No. Tonight? Yes,” he chuckled softly.

Two glasses of red wine were set on the table as you indulged in delicious food, catching up as much as you could before Chris’ mission.

“So you’d love what happened today,” you began, leaning closer, “We filmed a restoration video and yours truly was in it.”

Chris’ eyes lit up as he gasped. “I love those! You have to send it to me. Hopefully I can see it before I go. What was it?”

“A sixteenth century European oil painting.” You went into detail and Chris loved listening to your knowledge of art history. It was no wonder that was your major, taking your studies further to work as a conservator at the Met.

Chris swallowed his food quickly to speak. “You were always good at that– art, attention to detail. Remember when we had to sculpt our own faces?” he chuckled.

There was a short burst of laughter as you remembered that day from so long ago. “Yes! Thankfully the real you doesn’t look anything like that abomination you made.”

Chris drops his head down to hide a bashful smile that mixed in with laughter. He’s enjoying himself, catching up with you, eating. This was so good. He couldn’t help but scoop up another forkful of pasta, not expecting you to ask him a question. “So, how are you feeling?”

He paused to reflect and wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “I’m nervous… excited.” Taking a sip of wine, he sets the glass down carefully on the table. Chris’ face has grown more serious. “My mom’s worried.”

“Of course she is, I don’t blame her. I’m worried. Mars is… well it’s Mars! It’s not around the block.”

He chuckled. “No, it’s definitely not.”

Chris is heading home to Connecticut tomorrow to spend the next few days with his parents. Chloe, his younger sister is coming in as well so they can all spend some time together before he has to fly down to Florida.

“Then it’s go for launch!” he said with a beaming smile, though Chris had to correct himself for the sake of accuracy. Once he’s down there the crew has to quarantine for at least ten days and go through a bunch of pre-flight checkups and procedures first. “Are you gonna watch?”

The incredulous look you gave him answered his question. “Did you really have to ask? Of course I’m going to watch the launch.”

His eyes twinkled as he smiled back at you. “Oh and don’t worry I put you on my contact list so you can send me emails. Not sure how quickly I'll get them since CAPCOM directs it back to us. And as long as we have the right satellite coverage we can even do video calls.”

“Like Facetime?”

“In theory yeah, more like space Skype,” he laughed. “It’ll be nice to stay in touch.”

Your smile was bright in the dimness of the evening. You can’t imagine not staying in touch with Chris. The longest you had ever gone was during his Air Force training. He checked in with his parents when he first arrived and from then on it was sporadic. You were able to send him letters though and tried to write him every week though your own schooling and an apprenticeship at the Louvre had taken up a lot of time but that was how your relationship was.

No matter where you were in life, across the world or hovering above it in the International Space Station, you always kept in touch. It’ll be harder now considering he’s going farther than ever before but you’ll make it work.

Chris would be back by next November and his mom was already planning a big party for his return, one he’s certain you’ll be invited to. Though you haven’t seen his parents in a while you still kept in touch with them from time to time seeing as they were still friends with your own parents.

“It’s crazy to think you’re about to go to Mars.”

Chris swipes a palm down his mouth, leaning his elbows against the table as he muses, “I know. Feels like I got the call yesterday.”

It was a night similar to this one, where Chris was in New York celebrating with you and other friends on his selection to be part of the Ares III mission. He had been working at NASA for a few years, doing biomedical research in their center in Virginia and now he was about a month out from spending two years training for his long term mission to Mars.

He stayed at your apartment that night, continuing the celebration in your own private way. You had come a long way from learning to kiss with Chris. It wasn’t a big deal, neither was it the first time you had sex with each other. It was a special dynamic that worked for the two of you, one you don’t think you could have pulled off with anyone else. With Chris you had trust that was built up over the years. He was safe, he was your friend and this was nothing more than just sex.

It didn’t happen too often, a couple of times here and there. You both dated a few people over the years and even though you were single at the moment you thought about the promise you made to each other as teens. “If we’re not married to other people by the time we’re thirty let’s promise we’ll marry each other.” Such a silly promise but thirty seemed so far away at the time.

Chris couldn’t make it to celebrate for your thirtieth birthday but you did get a card from him where he joked that the wedding was off. You were in a long term relationship, one that Chris thought would lead to marriage but you ended things a year later. It wasn’t there; that natural spark that made your heart skip a beat every time they smiled brighter than the sun, or when their eyes sparkled like stars in the night every time they looked at you.

You walked through the streets with Chris after dinner, casually strolling back towards your apartment and stretching out the inevitable goodbye that you didn’t want to say. It was so good to be with him in person again, not realizing how badly you missed it until the hours started ticking closer towards him leaving. By the time you get to your apartment Chris decided to come up stairs, wanting to spend as much of his time with you as he could.

Chris sits comfortably on your couch, cozied up beside a large pillow. He places his wine glass down on your coffee table, needing to gesticulate with both hands as he starts getting into talking about his research. He’s been published before in numerous academic journals and now he’s going on about how excited he is for his latest topic, musculoskeletal alterations and the effects of deep space travel.

He’s cute when he really gets into it, crinkles pulling around the corner of his eyes as his whole face lights up. You let out a shaky breath, smiling even wider yourself as you watched the passion he had for science and learning, one that matched the level you had for art and preserving their history.

Chris apologized for rambling on, taking a sip of wine to clear the dryness from his throat.

“So, give me the lowdown… can you jerk off in space?”

He covered his mouth to prevent the wine he was choking on from spitting out. You couldn’t help the sly smile on your face that cracked wider the redder he became.

“Well?”

Chris cleared his throat again. Pinching the bridge of his nose he looked down into his glass, chuckling a bit as he said, “The official stance from NASA is no comment so I’m going to stick with that.”

“That’s not an answer!” You could barely hold a faux sneer before you broke into a smile. Teasing Chris was all in good fun, something that went both ways from the time you were young.

You adjusted the way your legs were folded underneath you, brushing your knee against his leg. Chris lifted his arm up, a silent invitation for you to get closer and so you did, resting your head against him as his arm came around you.

Things had quieted down and you listened to the steady beat of his heart. This would be the last time you would see Chris for a long time. Your arm reached around to hold him for as long as you could.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whispered against him.

Chris’ chest sunk as he exhaled a deep sigh. “I’m going to miss you too.” His arm squeezed a little tighter around you as he pressed his lips gently against your forehead. “Just look to the stars and I’ll be there.”

His words brought a comforting smile to your face, one you shared with him as you tilted your head to look up at him. “Do you want to stay?”

The corner of his mouth tugs a little as Chris thinks about it. There’s nothing he really misses at his hotel more than he does you. The only reason he came to New York was to see you first before going home.

“Yeah, I’d love to stay.”

You shifted yourself on top to straddle Chris, carding your fingers through his hair and taking in the gaze of his eyes that became pools of deep blue. You closed the distance between your lips, feeling his hands come around your back. Soft moans bubbled in your throat and soon you found yourself being carried to the bedroom.

Clothes were discarded, lips were on skin that burned hotter than the stars. You writhe against him, thighs quivering around his head, reaching out to grip him by the hair, holding Chris in place as he coaxed out your release. His lips taste like you and he licks them again, savoring your sweetness as he crawls up your body.

He tears open the condom, gathering your wetness on him as he slowly pushed in. A sinful moan falls from your lips as you feel the stretch of him inside you, inch by inch until he was fully seated. An experimental roll of his hips sets the pace for pleasure.

Your hands graze up the curve of his arms, reaching his back and digging in half moon shapes into his skin with your nails as he thrusts into you.

“Ahh fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he panted, moaning as his hips snapped forward. His name fell from your lips, a sweet sound that he couldn’t deny he loved hearing.

He changed his angle, hitting you with deeper, longer strokes. His mouth found your nipple, sucking at your peak as his hips gained speed; groaning and squeezing his eyes tightly as he fucked you, ready to explode.

“Shit!” Chris hissed, backing off quickly. You’re confused and concerned, sitting up and turning the light on beside your bed to see what was wrong. “The condom broke,” he said, still catching his breath.

Chris got up to discard it in the bathroom as you sat on the bed, crossing an arm over your chest, waiting nervously. When Chris walked back in the room he apologized for that, the stiffness of his length giving you relief that he hadn’t finished so you continued. Using your hands on him as he let out soft moans, distractedly opening another condom that you rolled down on him. You straddled him, leaning forward to capture his lips for a sweet kiss first before you lined yourself up and sank down on him.

Soon enough you were riding waves of bliss together, gripping Chris as you clenched around him, burning white hot behind your eyes. He’s right behind you, on the edge of pleasure, exploding inside you like a supernova.

Dropping your head onto his chest, it felt like your body was made of overcooked noodles that splayed loosely against him as you were desperate to catch your breath, coming down from the heights you soared to. Chris’ arms hold you close against him, his lips languidly peppering kisses to your sheen covered skin.

When his heartbeat returned to a steady pace Chris went to the bathroom to once again discard the condom and you followed behind him to use it. He went to the kitchen to get something to drink, bringing back an ice cold glass of water for you.

Back in bed you cuddled together, with goosebumps breaking out on your skin as Chris’ fingertips graze gently up and down your arm. Your eyes feel heavy but you don’t want to give in because when you wake up you know you’ll have to say goodbye and that’s not something you want to do.

“You’ll stay in touch, right?” you murmured against him, as worry took root within your stomach. His quick and emphatic reply should have been enough but you couldn’t help yourself from needing to make sure you would still hear from him during the mission. “And call me? With the space Skype?”

“I promise,” he said, as a smile spread across his face. Chris’ hand stopped moving, settling on your arm and holding you close.

“Promise me one more thing?” He hummed in response and you continued, “Stay safe up there.”

Chris tilted his head down and feeling him shift you looked up as he said, “I promise.”

In the moonlight his eyes sparkled like clear tropical waters. Slowly, a soft smile spread across your face as you stared at him. “I love you, Chris.” There was no romanticism behind it even after being together, just pure love for your friend.

Chris exhaled, planting a kiss to your temple. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Despite wanting to spend your remaining hours together awake you reluctantly fell asleep in his arms, tearfully parting in the morning. Two weeks later you watched as the space shuttle launched, with proud tears filling your eyes as Chris’ picture flashed on your screen along with the rest of the crew. Seeing that made you feel hopeful and overjoyed at the prospect of hearing from him soon.

“Chris… I’m pregnant.” It was a relief to finally tell him but you didn’t feel any better, uncertainty weighed heavy on your shoulders, crushing the space for your lungs to expand. Chris knows but now what?

He’s silent, his lips parted slightly and you don’t know if there’s a delay in the feed. Maybe you should have emailed it to him. You were going to at first and instead chose to word the importance of needing to speak to him in such a clandestine way that you were contacted by someone from NASA. Upon speaking to them they allowed your email to be dispatched and then you waited.

Chris’ eyebrows knit together, his shoulders slumping down as he stared at your face through the screen. He didn’t have any doubts, you were always truthful with each other, but he still wondered how.

“We put on a new one, I thought…”

“I thought we were good too,” you said, letting out a shaky breath.

You weren’t just pregnant, you were pregnant with his child and based off of some quick calculations in his head you were nearing the end of your first trimester. “H-how are you? I mean, how are you feeling?”

“Physically or…” Nervous laughter bubbles out of your throat.

This was hard on you, the physical symptoms weren’t fun but you could manage. What was more difficult was not telling anyone. It was early enough in your pregnancy that you could hide it from your family. They still lived in Hartford and hadn’t been down to visit yet but you couldn’t avoid them forever. Work was a different story. You had to let your boss know you would have to modify your duties as working around solvents and other chemicals would not be safe.

There was never a doubt in your mind about keeping the baby. When you were younger you imagined having children by now but it didn’t work out that way. It was something you were okay with, finding life fulfilling in different ways. Work was incredible, you were able to travel and though your relationships hadn’t worked out in the past you didn’t hold on to any resentments. Life was always complete and now things were going to be different.

You wanted to speak to Chris first before telling your family because you needed to know your expectations. Chris had a life of his own and you didn’t want your choice of having a baby to make him feel obligated in any way. You were an adult; a smart, independent woman and could do this on your own.

“I know this isn’t something we planned but…” Chris exhaled, the corners of his mouth lifting upward, “There’s no one I’d rather do this with than you... I promise.”

Chris’ eyes glisten with tears as his smile grows and you find yourself brushing away your own from the corner of your eyes. It was comforting to know Chris will be part of the baby’s life. Truthfully it would have been weird if he wasn’t in some capacity considering how close you were. For now you have a lot of time on how you’re going to figure things out for the future.

After the call Chris reflected in silence, staring out of the giant triangular windows of one of the Hermes’ common areas into the vastness of space. He was lost in thought, startled by his name being called by a crewmate. He turned to see Mark whose bright smile fell with concern upon seeing Chris’ face, asking if he was alright.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Chris responded, his tone mournful in the realization he’ll be missing the birth. He accepted the congratulatory hug Mark gave him, sighing heavily as they separated. “I always thought I’d be there for that.”

You were due in March and Chris hated the fact that he won't be there for the first nine months of his child’s life, moments and milestones he’ll never get back. He doesn’t like leaving this all on you. He knows you can do it but you shouldn’t have to.

“I can’t pretend this isn’t hard but don’t think of it in terms of what you’re missing, look at what you’re gaining, what you have to look forward to when you come home.” Chris nodded, his smile trying to come back. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend,” Mark teased.

“I don’t. Y/N, she’s…” Chris’ face lights up as he thinks about you, which does not go unnoticed by Mark. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. She’s always meant so much to me and now…”

Mark gave Chris an honest smile as he spoke plainly, “And now you’re having a baby.”

With a proud smile that stretched from ear to ear he affirmed, “Yeah… we are.”

PART 2

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astranva · 3 years

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Heather.

Word Count: 2k

Category: Angst

Warning: Language? idk

Request: pls write an angst based on Heather by Conan gray i love ur writings sm

Summary: In which Harry is the Heather of his own story.

this won’t have a second part, let’s keep it sad 💀

thanks for requesting, anon! hope you like it and thank you sm🤍

// masterlist //

You were there for as long as Harry could remember, and that was so many years.

He was convinced that many scriptwriters and directors heard of your friendship’s story and that was how most rom-coms were made.

But the rom-coms had something that Harry was yet to have – the happy ending he kept wishing for.

It wasn’t your fault, really. Sure, you were a little oblivious but it was also a little unfair saying that was the only reason why Harry hadn’t gotten his happy ending because he knew that at the end of the day, it was him not making a move and admitting his feelings for you throughout all these years.

Harry remembered how for his 16th birthday, you had saved up to get him and yourself tickets to see Coldplay live.

He remembered how you cried as you hugged him after his X Factor audition as you all stood backstage.

He remembered how excited he was when he first introduced you to the rest of the boys when they were put in a band. Hell, you slept over with them at Robin’s for a couple of days.

He remembered how you flew out for the weekend when Zayn had left the band, knowing that Harry needed your presence.

He remembered how you were the first person he went to when he decided to make a debut solo record.

He remembered waking up to your singing in Jamaica, munching on honey toast as your face would light up the moment he came to view – “Good morning, H! I squeezed some fresh oranges for you.”

He also remembered how his face would heat up when he was just a kid whenever his family would mention that you and him were bound to end up together.

He remembered how his first heartbreak wasn’t from a relationship of his own, but it was when you got into one at 16. He hated it.

He remembered helping you with your dates, reacting to how you thought a new crush was, holding you as you cried.

Harry remembered how despite being in love with you since he was a teenager, he didn’t take a step towards having you more than a best friend.

And God, his journals were proof of that love; the love songs, all those ones about unrequited love, the short poems he wrote in the dead of the night.

He had cringed when he told you that he was seeing someone, only to have you become excited and genuinely happy for him.

If you could do it, why couldn’t he?

He was staying over at yours, a normal occurrence for when he was home. He could’ve as well just sold his house at that point.

“Have anything I can wear? This isn’t too comfortable.” He had asked you as the both of you lounged, watching a stand-up comedy.

“Yeah, just choose whatever you want.” You nonchalantly said, not caring if he went through your clothes – not like this was anything but normal for the both of you.

“Too lazy to move.” He mumbled, looking up at you from where he was; his head resting on your lap as you played with his hair.

The smile that came to your face was one Harry mirrored without knowing, staring at you as you continued to watch the show. “I’m not moving.” You stated.

He groaned, standing up, “Will you still play with my hair when I come back?”

At that, your eyes moved to him, “Yes, you baby.”

That was all the assurance he needed before he walked to your room and opened your wardrobe, going through your clothes without messing anything up; you liked your clothes neatly folded at all times.

Reaching one lilac sweater, Harry took it out before holding it over his upper body, finding that it would probably perfectly fit.

Taking off his own top and putting on yours, Harry’s breath instantly hitched in his throat, stomach tied up in knots.

It smelled like you.

It smelled like fresh vanilla detergent and the coconut scent he adored so much.

Running his hand slowly across his body, Harry turned to look at the mirror, eyes falling on the item that screamed your name louder than the beaded necklace you had made him months ago that decorated his neck – “Golden, because that’s what I think you are” you had said.

He gulped, fingertips grazing the material.

“Harry! You’re missing all the good bits!”

“Coming!” He shouted back, hoping you didn’t catch the crack in his voice.

After one final look, Harry had walked back to you, placing his head on your lap.

“Good choice.” You had commented softly.

“Yeah?” Harry almost whispered, “Feels comfortable. What material is that?”

“Just polyester,” you shrugged, “Hate how it looks better on you though.” You had joked, giving him a gentle tug to his hair.

Harry had giggled, closing his eyes as you scratched his scalp softly, “Thanks.”

After that day, it was like Harry claimed the sweater. He’d beeline to it the moment he stepped a foot in your house, frowning at you on some days when you told him that it was getting washed.

Days turned to weeks, and before Harry could do as much as blink, you were back from your work with a smile brighter than usual.

He was sitting on your couch that day, in the lilac sweater, a smile drawn to his face as soon as his saw yours, pausing the music that was playing from his laptop. “You look happy.”

And you were, because you had given his cheek a soundly smooch of greeting, unaware of Harry’s cheeks reddening.

You hummed with a nod, “I have a date tonight with, quite possibly, the cutest person I have ever met.”

He wasn’t expecting that.

Harry was not expecting that.

His smile faltered, only staring at you.

“They’re just,” you sighed, staring at the ceiling with a hand to your heart, “A dream, you know? Hey, wait! You know them!”

“I do?”

“Yeah,” you nodded eagerly, “Chelsea introduced them when we went to that pub 2 weeks ago, remember? Charlie?”

“Oh.”

And he did. He remembered how pretty Charlie was, how they seemed to keep conversations going and made sure everyone was listened to, how Charlie’s style stood out in the pub, how their jokes made everyone laugh – including him. He remembered how Charlie’s eyes lingered on you when you talked, how the both of you seemed dived into a conversation of common interests. He hated it.

Charlie really was a dream. Yeah, he hated that, too.

Harry had helped you decide on an outfit, his chest feeling as if it clenched around his heart to a point where his cage would combust.

He helped you with your hair, spraying the back of it for you because you had always complained about not reaching that part well.

Fuck, he even painted your nails that night – they were in lilac.

And he was there when Charlie picked you up, a genuine smile on their face that looked nothing like the petty one he wore.

“Do you need us to bring you anything, mate? We’re having Italian.” Charlie had offered.

Why did Charlie have to be kind and polite? What happened to the assholes they portrayed in rom-coms?

“No, thanks, Y/N made me lasagna earlier.” Harry had chuckled, watching you smile at the interaction.

“Go to sleep by 9, Mr.” You had joked as you left, Charlie’s hand on your back.

“You know it.” Harry had mumbled with a weak smile, giving you a nod.

By 7, Harry was almost sure he yanked all his hair out, despite the mirrors assuring him that he didn’t.

By 8, he tried to eat, but the nauseous feeling that ran through his body at the thought of you with someone else made him put the casserole back in the fridge.

By 9, Harry had called Mitch to break the news of your newest date, only to hang up so soon when Mitch was beginning to tell him how he still might have a chance.

By 10, he wrote a song. One full song.

By 11, he had the tune for it.

By 12, Harry watched you kiss someone who wasn’t him and he had no one to blame.

“How was it?” He managed to utter, watching you stand against the door with the widest smile.

“Perfect.”

That was the beginning of everything but what Harry wished upon a constellation for, because by the second month of you seeing Charlie, you had made it official.

Charlie was perfect in all aspects; hell, even Gemma liked them when she met them as the 4 of you had brunch one day.

But then Charlie was around your house more that Harry just wasn’t that comfortable to sleep over anymore.

He remembered how the three of you were watching a movie one night, Charlie having been wanting to get to know Harry more since he was “someone Y/N talks about and loves so much” – Charlie said that with no drop of pettiness, Harry wondered how they did it – when Harry just couldn’t take any more of you cuddling someone who wasn’t him and before you and Charlie could process it, Harry was out with an empty excuse – “I forgot my guitar at Mitch’s.”

His guitar was resting against the very couch he was sitting on.

But nothing prepared him for that one moment.

Charlie had invited him for the barbecue party they were hosting and if it weren’t for your puppy eyes, Harry would’ve been sulking in the comfort of his house and not in his car while he was on the way to oh-so-perfect Charlie’s.

He heard Lizzo playing the moment he got out of his car, and it was how he knew that it was your playlist playing.

He had brought cake with him, walking cautiously with the boxed dessert in his hands.

The door was opened, a few smiling people passing by him before he was met with yours, only as always, your face lit up once you saw him.

“You’re here!” You didn’t care that he was holding anything in his hands that restrained him from hugging you back because you threw your arms around him, leaving a kiss to his cheek, “Everyone’s been asking for you. Something about how it was weird seeing me without you.” You giggled.

“Partners in crime, eh?” He smiled at you, referring to the phrase you have been using with one another since school.

“You bet,” you wiggled your eyebrows, “Oh, shoot, sorry, didn’t notice you had this. Um, come, let’s put it in the kitchen.”

You were comfortable in Charlie’s house, Harry noticed. It was no surprise; he would’ve been more worried if you weren’t seen as you had been together for 6 months.

Placing the cake in the fridge, you and Harry then walked to where everyone was.

And that was when he saw it.

Charlie lied on a lounge chair, laughing and looking all attractive, in the very lilac, polyester sweater Harry had found comfort in.

He watched as you walked over, Charlie instantly putting a hand to your waist as they smiled up at you before you leaned down, pressing your lips against one another.

“Act natural, would you?” He heard Chelsea’s, a mutual friend, voice beside him.

“What?”

“If you can’t be happy for Y/N, try to act natural around them,” Chelsea sighed, her heart breaking for her friend as she looked at Harry who was yet to move his eyes from the couple, “Charlie’s great, you know?”

“Yeah,” he gave her a dry chuckle, “Yeah, I know.”

“Then why aren’t you happy that at least they’re not an asshole?”

“Just,” Harry looked at his friend, a defeated look on his face before the sound of you squealing gleefully grabbed his attention, watching as Charlie had their arms wrapped around you from behind, the both of you laughing as your friends all smiled in awe, “Just wish I were Charlie.”

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Choices

Pairing: Faith x reader

Request: i am so beyond thrilled requests are open again! when you have the time can you please do a faith x reader oneshot where the reader is a scooby and usually pretty ethical and trustworthy but they secretly date faith after she goes evil, preferably including angst with the other scoobys when they find out❤

Requested by: Anon

You liked to stick by the rules. You walked in the light. You weren’t a complete saint, of course. But you did pride yourself on being trustworthy. Your friends, the Scoobies, always came to you for advice.

You and Faith, in theory, appeared to be opposites. She was always so much more outgoing and cooler than most in the room. You were a lot more bookish and stereotypically ‘good’ than her. But you did compliment each other. You were both very caring people. You shared values and your humour complimented each other’s.

You found yourselves becoming closer and closer. Until the day she admitted she liked you. Kissed you. Ever since, you had lifted her up. Supported her when she thought you may turn from her.

You had both fallen so deeply. She had never felt this way before. It was everything. She couldn’t dare think about losing you. Much less because of her own actions. She would hate herself for it.

Faith had never had a relationship so good. You liked to communicate your feelings and always encouraged her to do the same. She had never been able to trust anyone in the way that she trusted you.

However, then you found out. About how she had hurt that man. About her working with the Mayor. When you found out what had happened with Faith, it hit you in the gut. Worried you.

Not for the reasons most may expect though. You worried for her safety. For what she was getting involved in. You wanted to wrap your arms around her, try to ground her the way she had for you so many times.

You saw her again but she hid behind that mask she usually used with the others. You hadn’t missed the way she hid those emotions. Your horror at what had happened had read to her as disgust. As if you no longer wanted to be with her. As if you hated her where there had only been love there before.

She was walking away from you, storming to her new apartment courtesy of the Mayor. Her eyes watering. Her heart in pieces. The only person she had ever trusted with her heart and now she had to face being alone again.

“Faith!” You shouted, rushing up behind her before she disappeared. She turned instantly, she always would for you.

“You’re here to end it, huh?” She said, looking at the floor, “Evil doesn’t really match the goody-schtick you have going on, right?”

“I can’t lose you Faith…” You admitted, your eyes welling with tears.

“Yeah, well, everyone leaves. Turns away. Gotta get used to it sometime right?”

“No! Please, don’t do this! I-I don’t want it to be like this…”

“Well, there’s no way you’re gonna turn from any of them – they were always your friends not mine”

“I won’t be able to stop being their friends, but I wanna be with you still… maybe we could… still?” “Uh, but… in secret?” You offered, cringing slightly. Hoping she wouldn’t laugh in your face. But she clung to it, near desperately. Her eyes brightened. Face appeared brightened by this hope.

She never thought you would say that. She adored you but she knew you well. Had expected you to be unable to see that things were grey not just black and white. Because of the way you always tried to be so good. Make the correct choices.

“You really mean it?”

You nodded vigorously to further your point. Eyes streaming with tears at even the idea of losing her. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve, facing her again.

“I can’t stand being without you”

“Even though I’m working with the Mayor, you can live with that, huh?”

You wrapped her in your arms, looking into her eyes the way you always did. Your love hadn’t changed. You had meant it when you said you would never leave her side. That nothing she could ever do would cease your love.

She wasn’t used to love in such an unconditional way. For someone to risk everything to be with her. Your friends, your morals, all of that was on the line. But you loved her. You needed her. Of course you would choose her. To stand by her.

You cupped her cheeks. Palms stroking either side of her face. You leaned in, pressing your lips to hers. It was slow and so gentle. Caressing her with such meaning. Full of your unending love. Your lips moved against hers in such doting display of affection. This kiss told her you would never leave. Never turn from her just because of her mistakes. Choices.

She wasn’t used to such tenderness. She was so overcome with emotion. You meant everything to her.

You would still help your friends and act as you always did. You wouldn’t help the Mayor although you had met him several times now. Under Faith’s protection. You would just be by her side. You loved her, how could you not?

You sat in the library, mostly silent now. You were still your usual friendly self but it you were just a lot quieter. They had been discussing Faith. Again. And you hadn’t really been listening until Buffy’s voice could be heard louder than the rest.

“Yeah, well, now she’s gone total psycho-gal there’s nothing we can do” Buffy said and the force of her words made you wince. You had audibly gasped without realising and everyone looked at you awkwardly. Realising what they had said. How fresh this must be for you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, we’re here if you need to talk” They mistook your discomfort for heartbreak. And you let them. Just nodding in reply.

Truth was, you were counting down the minutes. Until you saw her again. You couldn’t help it. No matter how your choices now conflicted, she meant everything to you.

You had been daydreaming again. Of the way she enjoyed to slide a hand around your shoulder so that she could lean in closer and press a kiss to the side of your face. How she could whisper things in your ear. Sometimes teasing and too dirty to ever repeat, sometimes unbelievably soft things that could make you blush just as big.

Finally, it was the best part of the day. The bell went and you rushed out of the exit as soon as you could. Straight to her. You heart would beat faster the closer you got to her.

You smiled at her, entering her new place. It was plush and although you knew how she got it, you couldn’t help but enjoy it with her.

She kissed you on the lips, that smirk on her face that she did with the side of her mouth when she had you alone. She was exited to see you, had been alone most of the day. She lead you to her bed, pressing a few kisses to your mouth between the run-down of her day.

You lay in bed together as she showed you the large plasma tv that hung on the wall opposite. You loved it when she was excited this way. You didn’t get to see it often. Her showing you the items she had never owned before. You loved how fun she could be. You settled against her. Just cuddling and sharing your thoughts on the day until you decided to turn to watch the tv.

Your hand rubbing slowly against her upper arm. She enjoyed the sensation. Enjoyed the way nothing had changed for you. You really did still love her. You scooped her into your arms, holding her into you further.

You only wanted to spend time with her. Wanted to make her feel so very loved. She felt herself physically relax. Her jaw loosening, shoulders relaxed.

She grinned at the way you cuddled up to her. She began pressing slow kisses against your neck. Your hand slid to weave between her hair. The way you always did when she got this way. She really loved you. Wanted to show you at any opportunity.

Her body heat and yours, skin against skin. It was pure bliss when it was just the two of you. There was no good or evil. No right or wrong. Just this deep, all-encompassing connection.

She used to use people for sex and then move on so quickly. Before she had found happiness. Before she had found you.

Having you didn’t change her choices or that she had changed sides. But it did change how she felt about herself. She still had your love, your affection. You couldn’t leave her side despite the fact she knew you didn’t agree with her choices.

She moved, your embrace loosening as she pressed herself into you further, one hand now guiding your jaw to face her properly. So that she could kiss your lips fully. You grasped at the strands of hair weaved between your fingers, pulling her closer still.

It was bliss.

That was, until an uninvited visitor arrived. Buffy had kicked the door in as Faith had rolled over so that she was above you in bed.

You both looked over to the door, eyes widened. You had been caught out. Nobody had known about your continued relationship, you had kept it well hidden.

Both of your eyes widened from your compromising position. There was no way you could just explain this away.

“Oh my God, what is happening?!”

“Yeah, guys, could the Hellmouth finally be giving us opposite day?”

“Well, that would make me the good Slayer and you the-”

“You’re not bad” You hissed in her ear as she slid from the position she had been in to sit on the edge of her bed. Staring at the intruders. She felt so vulnerable. So scared they were going to take you from her.

“No way! No way would they give you the time of day now that you’re bad-”

“Please, don’t wig, we’re just… I couldn’t just leave her! She’s not a bad person!”

“Oh, right, she convince you of that between the soulless gropy-ness?”

“Didn’t realise there was a big book of big, bad deception now that we don’t know about. She lend you a copy?” Buffy said, her tone harder than she had ever directed at you before.

“It does kinda seem like she’s clouded your brain with… smooches” Willow added, looking at the floor. She didn’t like confrontation.

“She’s been there for me when nobody else-”

“We’re your friends! All she’s ever done is wrecked your life!”

“Yeah, Y/n, didn’t know you could even consider moving over to the dark side” Xander said, trying to aim for light hearted but it quickly rounded into sounding accusatory. As if they were all so disappointed in you.

That it had been expected of Faith, that she was a ticking time-bomb. But they drew the line at you being ‘dragged down’ to her level.

“Hey, it didn’t mean anything, okay? I just, it was just to end it. Get it outta our system, y’know? Right, y/n/n?” Faith offered. The group still didn’t like this and would likely not let you off for a month, but it meant you would at least get them back as friends eventually.

She didn’t ever want to be the reason you lost your friends. Not over her, she didn’t feel like she was worth it at all. You gave her a look and she nodded once, showing that it was okay. That she understood.

Her eyes were glassy and you had never seen her cry before. She was always so strong. Never wanted you to see her emotional, to admit it. But you could tell that over this – over you, her eyes were welling up.

“No” You said suddenly. Everyone’s faces a picture of shock. They couldn’t believe that you, of all people could be so firm about this despite everything you knew about Faith and what she had done.

You moved to stand by her side, your hand slid into hers. You squeezed slightly, showing her you meant this. That you would always be here, no matter what. That you loved her because of who she was no matter what choices she had made.

“I love Faith. I don’t care anymore, I choose her. I’ll always choose her.” You insisted, “A-and if this isn’t the ‘right’ choice then… then I don’t want to be good anymore”

There was a stony silence where you felt the tension rising uncomfortably. The room that had been glowing with love was now heating with anger. Disapproval. Near-hatred for your words.

They were angry with you. Their faces at different levels of seething. You, doing this, was a worse betrayal to them than to Faith switching sides. You suddenly felt unsafe with them where you never had before with your friends. You stepped back, unconsciously. Trying to shield yourself from them with Faith.

How could friends of yours change their mind of you so easily?

“Then you choose to be beaten. I can’t promise I won’t fight you if it means doing what’s right - and I mean properly right” Buffy warned. But for today, with this devastating blow – of losing you as a friend in their eyes. They just left.

Left you with Faith, which would never be a penance to you. You adored her. She instantly moved to your side, she had left a little space in case your proximity would have created a worse argument.

She never wanted you hurt. She comforted you, enveloping you in her arms. Walking you back to the bed. Your safety. Just you and her. The idea of losing your friends had devastated you. You felt pushed out, hated. You couldn’t help how deeply you felt for Faith. You knew you would do the exact same thing over again.

You had meant it. You had made your choice. You chose Faith. Always.

#Faith lehane #Faith lehane x reader #Faith x reader #Faith lehane imagine #Faith imagine #Faith lehane x you #Faith x you #Faith #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #btvs x you #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #gn #gender neutral

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Ooooooo bro I've been saving this one for the longest time. Ok so we can all agree that mof crane probably didn't go to his senior prom and probably felt like shit because he didn't feel like anyone really cared about him right? What if a friend/admirer of his (i.e. the reader) he had mutual feelings for asked to hang out on prom night but told him to dress nicely and meet them by the cornfield. He's having doubts cause of the whole Sherry thing but he meets them there anyway, he's gonna comment on how pretty/handsome they look but they're literally so excited they just grab his hand and drag him through the cornstalks. He's getting real sus after a good 5 minutes of walking and is about to pull his hand away until they arrive at a clearing where they have a radio set up to play slow music, a picnic blanket, a few soda bottles filled with wisky that they may or may not have obtained from another student during class, and a balloon held down by a stack of books they've been dying to share with him. They dance, they get a little tipsy, they laugh, he gets a well deserved smooch or two, then they read under the stars together till they fall asleep cuddling.

Please 🙏.

i so fucking wanted to turn this into a fic but i'd just turn it into 30k words of jon's emotional turmoil and never finish it, so have this instead and keep it in mind that my heart has genuinely melted while writing this and i squeezed out every last bit of fluff it had

Masters of Fear!Jon's dream prom night hcs:

when you tell him to meet you by the cornfields on prom night, he's... conflicted. for two main reasons. one obviously being his trauma after the humiliation Sherry put him through the one time he got his courage to ask someone for a date, and two - this was the night of his revenge. he hasn't told you about this, but this was the night his plans were supposed to come to fruition. this was supposed to be the night he first donned the scarecrow costume, the night that would turn his whole life around. but you... you were his friend. he didn't remember a time when you weren't. you were always there. you were there for him every time got bullied, beaten or humiliated. you were there for his misplaced infatuation with Sherry and you were there to comfort him after he had a head-on collision with reality. and now, you were there for his prom night, despite him not having the courage to actually ask you to go with him. and maybe, just maybe... revenge could wait. maybe he should repay you for going through the trouble (and it was a trouble) of befriending him and staying by his side. so he accepted

you told him to dress nicely, so he did, to the best of his abilities. he donned a brown suit, the only one he had that was supposed to be for his prom and that was just slightly too small. it was the smartest garment he owned and he almost liked how it looked, how it made him seem more serious, more intelligent, but when he saw you... he truly felt like a servant in the presence of royalty. "nicely" wasn't anywhere near to how you looked. you were breathtaking. absolutely fucking breathtaking, to the point where the air actually got stuck in his lungs when he looked at you. thousands of thoughts were running through his head. you were so beautiful. why didn't he ask you to prom? why did he waste his only chance to do something with what you two had? the suspicions as to why exactly were you so dolled up by a cornfield were muffled by his absolute admiration for you as well as that slight self-hatred that accompanied him wherever he went

and then, you complimented him. it wasn't the first time, you were always so supportive of him, but this time it... hit different. it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, not like you haven't called him handsome before, but suddenly he found himself tongue-tied. the best he could muster back was a stuttering "you too", but before he blinked you were already grabbing his hand and rushing him through the cornfields, claiming that you had a 'surprise'. and after his experiences, Jon wholeheartedly despised surprises

there was a battle going through his head because honestly, where the fuck were you taking him, why were you two tearing through a cornfield? what, because he looks like a scarecrow? was it another joke? you were never once mean to him, but at this point, who fucking knew? but also, you were holding his hand. you laced your fingers and squeezed and pulled and your thumb kept rubbing over his skin in almost a soothing manner and you held his hand-

"(y/n), please-" he didn't even know what he was asking of you, all he knew was that he was scared and your hand was both the reason for it and his only source of comfort, but he shut his mouth the second you pulled him into a small clearing and he was faced with... a dream, really. you took care of... everything. you laid down a huge blanket with some light pillows to make it more comfy, homemade snacks, drinks, alcohol, a god damned radio with both your favourites on, a small stack of books with balloons-

he was speechless. completely, utterly speechless. you were talking like it was nothing, how you took the CDs from your home that he liked, how you baked those muffins he always immensly enjoyed, how you sneakily bought whiskey with the help of your older friends, how you brought the books you were just dying to read with him, how you fucking made your own private prom for you two to enjoy in peace, and said it like it wasn't a big deal. and he... brought you nothing. not even flowers. he should've gotten you flowers, like any man would. you made all this and he was just standing there like a fucking idiot, with his hands empty, and he dared to doubt you after everything you two have been through-

but you didn't let him wallow in his self-doubt, instead pulling him down, deciding to start the fun. you sat there, side by side, with you pouring the drinks, munching on snacks, discussing books, laughing and joking around with some music in the background. Jon has spent some amazing moments with you, from skipping school to go to the lake to going on trips with you and your parents to places he never thought he'd visit, but this felt... special. that night, he felt happier. he felt like it meant more

he didn't expect that slow love song he was fond of to play, nor you offering to dance. well, offering might be an understatement. if you offered, that dumbass would've probably refuse out of sheer embarassment and bashfulness. you pulled him up and decided to lead him to the "dance floor" (i.e. area around the blanket), leaving him no room to refuse. yet again, not the first time you two danced together without a care in the world, but the first time it felt so... intimate. you were so close, closer than ever before. you held him so gently, you smiled so brightly and he was so captivated he stumbled over his own feet more than once, but it was all perfect. your chest pressed up against his and then soon enough, your head leaning on his shoulder felt so... right. like you were meant to fit against him, like his arms were meant to hold onto you like this. at the same time his heart tried to beat out of his chest but his mind was an oasis of peace. he felt both nervous and at ease, his face hesitantly nuzzling into you, arms tightening around your body, pulling you so close not even paper could fit in-between you two

it's like he finally realised that what he always wanted was right under his nose all along. that all that time, the only thing he craved was being with you like this. at last, he could understand why his heart always sped up and why he dreamed of you so often. this was way different than the "thing" he had for Sherry. way stronger, way more sincere. he felt more deserving of Sherry than he did of you, like she was closer in his reach than you because you were always so kind to him, because you always cared and he felt like he had no right to ruin what you two had. with Sherry, he had nothing, it was easier to project onto her because he couldn't have you. and all that time, he was unconsciously complicating his own life instead of just... trying to reach for you

he felt like he got really far with you that night, like it was already a big step forward and that maybe, someday, you'd consider something... more. he didn't expect you to kiss him right then and there. he didn't expect you to slowly lift your head from his shoulder and dive right in with only a quick glance into his eyes. suddenly, the whole world stopped, along with his heart. suddenly, the world didn't exist, there wasn't a single thought of Bo, Sherry or his revenge, there was only you. you and your perfect lips moving against his own and your perfect hands cupping his cheek and tangling in his hair. he didn't expect an embarassing mewl to escape the back of his throat but if anything, you didn't seem to mind, only pulling him closer, letting him feel all of you

the kiss was messy, almost awkward, but Jon has never felt anything as divine as your plush lips moving against his chapped ones, your tongue slowly sliding into his mouth, guiding him, showing him what love really felt like. he really didn't know when his arms embraced you tight enough to feel your every move against his body, but it felt right. it felt right to have you this close and to kiss you like this. it felt like this was where he belonged

he needed air, but he needed you more and he couldn't just stop, if it wasn't for you finally pulling away, he might've suffocated on the spot. when he leaned back, his chest was heaving and his lips tingling, but he didn't let you go. it's like... he couldn't. you looked into his eyes, hell, right into his soul and for the first time in his life, he had no doubt. surprisingly, he felt no fear crawling up his spine that he just fucked up, he felt no anxiety that he ruined what you two had. the only thing he felt was the need to kiss you again. and then again and again until he could no more

the rest of that night was filled with cuddles, kisses, alcohol and laughter. with talking until the early hours of the morning, with you comfortably between his legs and him wrapped around you like a blanket. that night ended with his shaky, whispered "i love you" and long, meaningful kisses from you which were quickly becoming his new addiction as you two finally parted ways, only to meet again the next day, and then the next and so on. and maybe none of you knew that, but you saved him that day. saved him from a fate he was not entirely ready for. from a life of crime and pain and severe trauma

#jonathan crane #scarecrow #the scarecrow #masters of fear #my writing #headcannons #fluff #ridiculous amount of fluff #tw alcohol #panshrekual iii #i am dying #this mightve honestly given me a heart attacl

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emy-loves-you · 3 years

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Snakey Days

This was written for the Sanders Sides Unpopular Ships Challenge, Day 3: DLAMP!

(yes, I know it’s late, but I’m posting it anyways)

Summary: When Janus gets exhausted, he turns into a tiny snake. Luckily he has 4 wonderful boyfriends to take care of him.

Pairing: DLAMP

Word Count: 1859

Thomas was a very busy man.

This was just a fact of life. He had a lot on his plate, between video production, supporting his friends and family, and so much more. Sometimes it wasn’t even the big things that overwhelmed him. The small things that he did, like sending Nico a “good morning <3” text every day or cleaning up the apartment, would sometimes pile up when he didn’t expect it and quickly overwhelm him. Those were the times when Janus was forced to step in and force Thomas to take a break, to spend some time taking care of himself, mentally and physically. And while those breaks were important, the fact that Thomas tended to wait until he was ready to implode before listening to Janus had a few negative consequences. One of them was that it took all of Janus’ energy, leaving him for a few days in a far simpler, but less functional, form.

Such as today, when one of his boyfriends had found him curled up under the blankets in his snake form.

Janus hadn’t even realized that he was in his serpent form until that moment, too exhausted to realize that the feeling of scales on cool sheets wasn’t just on his face anymore. Janus had practically melted at the feeling of warm fingers on his cold scales, before groaning as he realized what that meant. He would be stuck in this form for at least a day before he could change back, maybe even longer since Thomas was so stressed yesterday. Luckily they weren’t planning any videos soon, so Janus had nothing on his schedule that he couldn’t do in snake form. And if he did, his lovely boyfriends would gladly do the tasks for him.

Speaking of boyfriends, Janus lazily flicked his tongue out, trying to figure out who was currently rubbing the back of his head. He picked up the familiar scent of paper and ink and inwardly smiled, letting out a quiet hiss. Logan chuckled, “I had assumed this would happen. Would you like to eat today?” Since they were in Thomas’ head, they didn’t technically need to eat and sleep, but they still ate meals together and slept in their own rooms. Sometimes Janus would want to eat as a snake and they would summon him a nice juicy rat to have. But Janus didn’t want that awkwardly full feeling today, so he flicked his tongue out twice, his little code for ‘no.’

Logan nodded and loosened his tie before picking Janus up, guiding him up to his now exposed collarbone. Janus wasn’t a very big snake, barely big enough to wrap himself once around his boyfriend’s neck, but he sleepily managed to settle himself on the warm skin. He loved being able to feel his boyfriend’s body heat against his cold scales, and he let out a small hiss as a ‘thank you.’ Logan chuckled, the movement causing Janus to practically melt against his skin. “I hope you won’t get too upset at being moved around today. We’ve all got some personal projects to do today, so you’ll be moving around between the four of us.” Janus just hissed in response, already expecting it. One day he would convince his boyfriends to all take a self-care day together.

Janus stiffened slightly when Logan stood up and started moving, but he relaxed immediately afterward. Logan wouldn’t let him fall, Janus was sure of it. It had taken a long time to trust the Logical Side like that, just like it took a long time to trust the rest of his boyfriends. But Janus was glad that he did. Before he admitted his little problem about being stuck as a snake sometimes, he would spend these times stuck on his bed, freezing cold and unable to get up. Now he was always nice and warm, lazily draped over one of his boyfriends.

Logan stepped into the kitchen, where their other 3 boyfriends were already serving breakfast. Patton was the first one to notice the Logical Side standing in the doorway, and ran over to pull him into a hug. Janus let out a weak hiss before he got too close and Patton stopped, just then noticing the tiny snake hiding under Logan’s shirt. He smiled softly, his voice now dropping to a quiet murmur. “Oh baby… lazy day today?” Janus just flicked his tongue out in response. That was the main issue he had with this form; he couldn’t communicate or show any facial expressions. He could tell them that he was annoyed, or happy, or whatever else he could be feeling. He also was so tired in this form, so even if he could communicate, Janus wasn’t too sure that he would.

Patton giggled softly before reaching up to kiss Logan. He also gave Janus a little boop, making him hiss again. The Moral Side spun back to the kitchen, speaking in a much softer tone than he had before Logan showed up. “Janus is having a snakey day today, so we won’t need another plate.” Roman and Virgil both looked up at Logan, staring at Janus hanging off his neck. Roman gave a soft smile and Virgil nodded, but they didn’t speak as they finished setting the table. Janus tended to get really big headaches when in snake form, so they always made sure to speak softly as they went throughout their day.

Breakfast was quiet, with Janus hanging off of the Logical Side’s neck while everyone else ate. They were quietly planning their schedule for the day, while Janus started to doze off. He didn’t startle when Logan got up, hissing softly as the Logical Side went to the living room to watch a documentary.

Logan didn’t touch Janus much when he was in this form, worried that he would accidentally harm him. But Janus didn’t mind, happy to snuggle up against his boyfriend. He hissed indignantly when they started watching a snake documentary. The Logical Side chuckled, rubbing the back of Janus’ head in a placating manner. He hissed again, relaxing fully. This was one of the few times where he wished he was a different animal. Maybe he could be a cat, so he could purr and stretch himself out on their laps. Oh, to be a cat…

Janus didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he woke up later, now resting on a heat rock. He poked his head up from where he was laying, watching as Roman and Patton built a currently unidentifiable Lego structure, the tie-wearing side nowhere in sight. Janus let out a weak hissed and felt a flash of irritation when neither of his boyfriends looked up. Maybe he should ask them to put a bell on his tail. Then at least he’d make some noise.

It took several hisses for Roman to look up, smiling brightly. “It looks like our Sassy Serpentine is awake!” Janus hissed in response, trying to convey his irritation at being ignored. The creative side chuckled, apparently picking up on Janus’ mood. “Logan had to go plan this week’s schedule, and we didn’t want you to be jostled around on us.”

Patton held his hand out and Janus slithered onto it, wrapping himself around the father figment’s wrist. Patton chuckled and used his other hand to gesture towards the Legos. “Hey Ro, why don’t you keep building this while Janus and I watch. I’m better for moral support anyways.” Janus hissed and nudged his boyfriend’s wrist with his head, upset that he was talking bad about himself. Patton didn’t seem to understand (or maybe he did but was ignoring the subject. They’ll need to talk about that later) and giggled. “What? That was a good pun!”

Roman rolled his eyes fondly and went back to building the Lego structure, which was soon revealed to be the same Disney Castle Lego set that Thomas had. He was telling little stories every few minutes, fueled by Patton’s giggles and Janus’ hisses. Patton would occasionally move the snake up to eye level and kiss the top of his head or rub his nose against his snout. Janus would respond by tickling the Moral Side’s face with his tongue or nudging him with his head.

Eventually, Roman and Patton had to leave, and Janus was escorted to Virgil’s room. Virgil was about to take a nap before dinner, and Janus was glad to join him. He loved sleepy cuddles in either form, but he couldn’t cuddle with most of the others in this form because they tended to roll around in their sleep. Virgil, however, didn’t, so Janus could cuddle with him whenever he wanted.

Janus didn’t like to pick favorites, but Virgil was definitely up there in terms of cuddling. He was warmer than either of the glasses-wearing sides, and barely cooler than the absolute inferno that was the Creative Side. And his hoodie was so soft, it was amazing to feel the fabric against his scales. He loved to nuzzle his snake-half against Virgil’s shoulder in his human form, and right now he easily fell asleep on Virgil’s chest, underneath his hoodie.

A few hours later, he woke up to people whispering. He stayed still and listened.

“C’mon my dark and stormy night, dinner’s ready.”

“I can’t.”

Roman huffed impatiently. “Why not? And where’s our scaly beloved?”

The fabric around him shifted, and Janus assumed that Virgil was pointing at him. “He’s sleeping on my chest. There’s no way to get up without waking him. I can’t leave.”

Roman chuckled. “Yeah, you’re screwed.” There was a smooching sound, and Janus assumed that Roman had kissed Virgil’s forehead. “I shall tell our beloveds of your unfortunate predicament. You are our noble sacrifice, and I will never forget you.”

Virgil started sputtering and Janus would’ve been chuckling if he could. Instead, he slithered up to the Anxious Side’s neck, nudging his chin. Virgil froze, looking guilty. “Sorry J, did we wake you?” Janus hissed, sticking his tongue out twice. No, he lied. Virgil relaxed, smiling softly.

Roman made grabby-hands and Virgil rolled his eyes, handing Janus over. Roman wrapped the snake side around his neck and Janus let out a long drawn out hiss, the closest thing he could get to a sigh in this form. Roman’s hot skin felt like bliss to the cold-blooded serpent, and Janus was almost asleep again by the time the Creative Side sat down to eat.

Dinner was a short affair and soon they were all sitting on the couch, watching Disney movies. Janus forced himself to stay awake for a few minutes, committing the image to memory as he always did. Eventually, his tiredness and the warmth of Roman’s skin won out and he slipped into a peaceful slumber.

A few hours later, Janus shifted back into his human form, still asleep. He was laying in Roman’s lap with his arms around his neck, murmuring softly. His four boyfriends smiled softly, each one giving him a kiss on the forehead before turning back to the movie. They all ended up falling asleep on the couch, cuddling together around their favorite snake.

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tinyyoungblood · 4 years

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pillow fort tragedy | peter parker

summary: what do you do when you have the entire compound to yourself? that’s right, you build a gigantic pillow fort with your boyfriend and the two dudes you have to babysit—an enhanced ex-soviet assassin and the god of thunder from outta space. good luck with that.

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

warnings: language, fluff, tiny bit of conflict and mention of injury

word count: 2.6 k

a/n: absolute crack fic lmao enjoy! x

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It was another Sunday at the Compound which meant that something completely stupid had to go down at some point. This time, it was a real team effort and Steve would’ve surely been proud to some extent. Only, Steve wasn’t there and if he were, all of this wouldn’t have happened in the first place, which probably would’ve been better for everybody involved. Wherever you looked, miles and miles of pillows and blankets covered what used to be the comfort of their home. Now, it was a new empire.

Turning on the comm in your ear, you continued squeezing through the narrow passage of blankets that were poorly draped over some wobbly chairs and shelves. “Guys? Pete, can you hear me?” No answer. For a second, your back touched a blanket and the whole interior started to wobble, making you hold your breath. Who would’ve thought that a highly trained assassin and an invincible God were absolutely terrible at building something as simple as a pillow fort? Hah, not you.

It all started at 11 a.m. sharp when the others left for a mission that neither you nor Peter were allowed to join, but that wasn’t anything new. The two of you were used to it and almost always found something to occupy your time with. The same thing couldn’t be said for Bucky and Thor though, who were both incredibly offended to be treated like “dense punks”. Dense punks as in Peter and you. But then again, the only reason you both weren’t allowed to tag along was your age.

The former was denied because he kept forgetting to put down the toilet seat despite various warnings on Cap’s side and death threat’s on Nat’s and the latter wasn’t allowed to join because of the smell coming from his room that was almost tearing off the wallpaper in the hallway. They were practically grounded which was hilarious, especially since this was quite a rare combination of team members that the Compound had never witnessed before. So, to break the ice and get properly acquainted, Peter had the revolutionary idea to build a pillow fort with every godforsaken pillow, blanket and bedsheet that the Compound had to offer.

And so it began. Every bed, except for Thor’s because you were almost 100% sure that something lived underneath it, was brutally stripped off its covers and used to build the most atrocious and unsteadiest one of its kind. From the Common room to the elevator, every square meter was covered. Your heart race had honestly never been as high as when you tried to get yourself something to drink after having to dodge every pillow tower on your way to the kitchen. You still managed to end up with a wet shirt and a swollen ankle.

It was honestly all fun and games until the games turned into the mission of their lives. Peter had jokingly commanded them to not let this fort go down, under any circumstances—a stupid thing to say to the Winder Soldier and the King of Asgard. And it wasn’t because of their admirable determination and ambition, no—it was because both of them were stubborn idiots who would never dare lose a game.

And from there on, it kind of went downhill. Things started to escalate, highly expensive items were shattered, people were thrown, pillow fights happened inside the pillow fort—it was awful and you were just glad that nothing had caught on fire yet. Suddenly the subtle ‘click’ in your ear made you halt and you listened carefully. “Y/N? Babe, can you hear me?” Peter’s voice was shaky and you hastily answered. “Yes, I—I can hear you, Peter.” He let out a long sigh, relief flooding over his aching limbs. “Oh, thank god, you’re still alive—Where are you? Are you okay?” You nodded eagerly and looked around. “I’m fine…but I think I’m lost. Actually, I have no idea where I am. The tiles all look the same. Stupid Tony and his stupid monochronic taste in architecture,” you mumbled under your breath and you could hear him chuckle.

“Okay, that’s fine. Your ankle’s still swollen, right? Don’t move it, we’ll come get you. I think I can hear your heartbeat—“ He paused for a moment and you thought he expected some kind of reaction so you hesitantly responded, “…Aww?”

“Hm? No, that—sorry, Thor is holding an inaugural speech and he just started to list off his childhood best friends and one of them, you won’t believe it, is called Bob.” He snickered on the other side of the line and you furrowed your brows. “Bob?” He hummed. “Oh, well. Uhm, anyway, why exactly is Thor holding a speech again?”

“Oh, he just pronounced himself King of Blankard.”

“…Come again?”

“Blankard? Because it’s a pillow fort? But we also used blankets? And Pillowgard just doesn’t have—”

“—the same ring to it. Got it.” You glanced in each direction of the tunnel but it seemed like you were still the only one in this area. “Peter, when are you guys going to get here?” He didn’t respond and the only thing you heard was a slow clap and a whistle. You rolled your eyes. Your boyfriend was cheering for the new King of Blankard so you might as well have to start thinking about ways to fend for yourself once dusk would fall. You heard some shuffling before his voice came back. “Sorry, babe, I just assumed it’s bad manners to interrupt a God while they’re monologuing.”

It wasn’t biologically possible for you to roll your eyes any harder but you made it work.

“Just get here.” You sighed and he smooched a kiss into your ear. Your ankle started to pulse so you decided to sit down for a while until they would find you.

A few minutes passed and you finally heard distinct chatter. Crawling toward it, you felt like a big toddler when Peter’s eyes locked with yours and lit up. “Baby!” He cupped your face with both hands and excitedly planted kisses all over your face, making you giggle. Parting from you, you shot Thor a smile who gave you a friendly nod. “Please, do not expect a greeting of that same manner on my behalf, Lady Y/N.”

You laughed. “That’s totally cool, Thor, don’t worry.” Leaning forward to look past Peter, you realized that Bucky wasn’t with them. “We’ve lost him,” Peter explained as he watched your face turn into pure horror.

“…To death?”

He almost choked on air. “Dear god, no. He took a wrong turn and now we can’t find him. He’s still very much alive…I think.” You nodded swiftly and glanced at your watch. “Okay, guys, it was really fun while it lasted but I need to get to my room now to send in that Biology paper. And maybe put some ice on this bad boy.” You gestured to your ankle but they stared at you blankly.

“What?”

“You can’t get through the hallway, Lady Y/N.”

“What?” You repeated yourself, brows knitted. “Why?”

“Blanket collapse. Kind of like an avalanche,” Thor explained and you stared at him in disbelief.

“Guys, I don’t want to play anymore. I really have to hand in the paper now. The deadline’s in 10 minutes.”

“But you can’t get through.” Peter tried to reason.

“What do you mean? It’s blankets and pillows. You just…” You gestured a sweeping motion. “…push it aside.”

He pouted. “But then the fort will collapse.”

“Peter, I don’t care.” You sucked in a sharp breath to speak calmly. “Can’t we just tear the fort down?”

“No!!” The two suddenly shouted horrified as if you had just suggested to run over a puppy. The terror on your face turned blank.

“…What?”

“Y/N, I love you, but I swore to Thor that, as a rightful citizen of Blankard, I would put my life on the line for this fort. It’s my home now and he even made me swore over a pillow and everything, it was really cool, you should’ve seen it.” Thor nodded proudly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose to stop the steam from coming out your ears. “Okay, how about this? I’m not a citizen of Blankard, right?” Your laugh edged on insanity. “So I could just…” You imitated the sweeping motion again. “…right?”

Not meeting your gaze, Peter fidgeted with his hands. “Well…”

You let your head fall back with a groan. “Peter!”

“I’m sorry, okay! But you’re technically one of the Founding Fathers,” he explained sheepishly and you wanted to pulverize him. Your glare sent shivers down his spine. “Peter Benjamin Parker, I am not going to miss my deadline because of a pillow fort. Now, get me…to my…room.” With every word you inched closer to him until you were pressed flush against his chest, piercing eyes boring into his soul.

He gulped and didn’t found the right words, or any words really, to escape his mouth so he just nodded stiffly. Racking his brain with all the movies he had ever watched, Peter came up with a quick idea. “Okay, how about this…” As he started to ramble about his plan, you took notice of Thor who was comfortably sitting behind Peter while stretching out his arm with an open palm. You’ve seen that movement far too many times and thus knew exactly what he was doing.

Catching you look at him, he smiled brightly at you while giving you a friendly wave. You waved back and averted your gaze back to your boyfriend.

“…So once I’m outside, I can easily climb through your bedroom window, open your laptop and turn in the paper for you. There’s no way that we could fuck that up, right?” He laughed nervously and you had to suppress your shit-eating grin.

“Sorry to disappoint, Pete, but looks like Thor’s already on that case. Don’t worry about it.”

With furrowed brows, he whipped around and you could swear you saw his soul escape his body. “Thor, NO!!”

But it was too late. Like domino stones, each and every pillow started to collapse and pull the blankets with it. Everything was happening in slow motion as Thor realized what he had done and once Mjolnir was in his hand, he quickly scooped you up and threw you on his shoulder. Peter landed on the other one and with both of you protesting, he ran away from the falling pillows and toward the elevator. Right at the doorway where the paths were lower, he let the both of you fall to the ground, screaming “CRAWL!!”.

Doing as told, you crawled as fast as you could in front of them, ignoring the sharp ache in your ankle but once you rounded the corner, you bumped into a hard chest. It was a very confused Bucky. His hair was tousled, he had a scratch to his cheek and overall looked like he came back from wrestling a bear. In unison, the three of you yelled “CRAWL!!” and he whipped around to lead the way.

It was all for nothing though. The walls around you started to give in and in the blink of an eye, four Avengers were buried under a pile of pillows and blankets.

It was silent for a second, no one comprehended what just happened. In some way, it was like the deadly silence that followed after defeat—a battlefield of buried hopes and duvets.

But you couldn’t help it and started laughing.

Of course, it was muffled but you laughed hard. The realization that you had missed your deadline because of a pillow fort that you built with earth’s best defenders was comically genius to you. Your belly shook with laughter while tears brimmed your eyes and you knew you were seconds away from running out of oxygen when suddenly the distinct ‘ding’ of the elevator caught your attention and your laughter abruptly died down.

Peter caught your eye as he suddenly looked…very excited? He wasn’t sure what part of his biological whereabouts made him feel this spur of adrenaline for being busted, maybe it was the teenage set of rebellious hormones, but it was for sure questionable.

Rising with the others, an all too familiar voice bellowed from the hallway. “WHAT THE HELL.”

A faint ‘Language…” followed and the corners of your mouth quirked up. Dizzily looking around the room, you had to bite back your laughter again.

It truly was like a battlefield. The others were scattered close to you on the ground, still halfway buried under a few layers while sharing silent looks of fear. Well, except for Peter maybe, who looked like he was standing in line for a roller coaster.

The footsteps came closer and within a second, they all stood at the doorway, still geared and everything. As expected, Tony’s eyes roamed through the room with bewilderment plastered on his face. Steve just portrayed pure confusion whereas Nat and Sam both had an amused smirk dangling on their lips, some might even say they were impressed.

When Tony’s eyes landed on the four of you, sitting in the middle of the room, looking like lost puppies who had no idea what maniac instincts overtook them to create this beautiful mess, he was speechless. Tony Stark was speechless.

The others glanced at him sideways, anticipating another explosion but instead, he looked like 10 years were capped off his life and he let out a long sigh. “…Pillow fort?”

The four of you nodded silently. Another moment of silence followed but this time, he had just accepted his fate. That’s what he signed up for when he left two men-children and two actual children at home all by themselves. This one was on him really.

When he noticed that the others were staring at him and expecting him to handle the mess, he almost looked offended.

“She's crying—“ He pointed at you and then Peter. “He's excited, I'm confused, nothing new. Now are we going or not?” Not waiting for an answer, he whirled around and left the room. Sharing a collective look of confusion, Steve informed with an amused smile. “We’re going out to eat Shawarma. Let’s go.” He nodded in the direction of the elevator and walked away, Nat and Sam following closely behind.

The room was silent again as Bucky picked himself up and Thor dusted off his clothes, both avoiding each other’s gaze. It was like nobody wanted to admit or even believe what had happened for the past few hours. Peter helped you up and wrapped your arm around his neck to steady you before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. You smiled at him and together you walked, or more likely limped, toward the elevator. At the doorway, the four of you halted and turned back around to let your gaze fall on the remains of a fun afternoon. And just like that, it was another Sunday at the Compound.

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this was so much fun to write and if i could make even one of you smile just a little bit with this one, it would absolutely make my day. thank for you reading! i’m playing with the thought of making a mini series just about the chaotic sunday adventures at the compound so a lot of domestic!avengers/au involving boyfriend!peter ofc so make sure to leave some feedback! xx

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kwrittink · 3 years

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WRONG - COLLAPSE

Pairing: F!Reader x AdoptedBrother!Jungkook

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut

Warnings: Language, sexual themes (female oral, male oral), explicit description of sexual interactions

<EXPLOSION

You weren't one to often pay mind to gossip - only when Mou inevitably blurted out the latest news on the office - but the following days to the news about Park JiMin's recent love interest you were trying to be aware of anything, glad and wary of not being recognized yet.

There was no sign of him though, making you wonder if he was upset, and if you should contact him to check on things, but work piled up a little that day so you decided to have a go once you got home.

"Shall we go home?" Kim TaeHyung was, on the other hand, completely at ease with the whole ordeal - or so he looked like - even after you showed him the pictures from Mou's phone. He had even joked that he felt partially guilty about how things turned out to be in the end, all with a soft and reassuring smile while agreeing that, since no one besides close friends knew it was you, everything would be okay in a while.

"Sure, let me just take note of the touch-up for this piece and..." Your chair was turned slowly but firmly as you scribbled in the tablet, thoughts cut short as you felt his presence looming over you. Hesitantly, you glanced up to find a smirking TaeHyung holding the arms of your rolling chair.

"When I say home I mean singular, Y/N." He whispered, eyebrows twitching up suggestively, a move that you've only heard from Mou about since he had been fooling around a bit before you two started hanging - and the girls from the company apparently were really good on profiling people. You had some questions to them. "So I'll ask again: Let's go to one of our homes?"

Your mouth was gaped and you could barely feel your fingers, reacting so obviously to his flirting that made his grin widen in satisfaction as he registered your flustering.

"Hey, you guys leaving- Is everything okay?" Hoseok popped from the other side of the divisor, frowning as he saw the positions you two were in. Apparently no one had told him that you and the TI trainee have been smooching, so the scene might have looked weird.

"Yeah, we were just about to decide where to watch today's game but Y/N's a little indecisive," TaeHyung explained and you tilted your head even more confused, never aware there was a game in the first place.

"Oh that League of Heroes or something of the sort? Never knew you were into that Y/N," As on cue, NamJoon also decided to appear to call you out and that made the friend in front of you back up a little, adopting a slightly more composed posture. It was a fact that NamJoon made him feel intimidated and you kind of liked that. To his inquiry, you only shrugged.

"Legends, you old man," Hobi chuckled, making your best friend roll his eyes at him shortly before he turned back to you with a small wince. "And I would invite myself over too, but I don't really care about the semifinals, actually."

"Shame, we could all do a slumber party at mine's" you tsk, trying to play it off, ignoring the look NamJoon was giving you, for some unknown reason. If he could have fun around, you could too.

After quickly assembling your stuff, you followed TaeHyung to the elevator, both suddenly growing silent as looking at each other and sharing an accomplice smile.

You weren't sure what exactly was entailing you two hanging out at your place and neither how far you wanted to go with him, but all things considered, TaeHyung was something easy and chill in your life, currently. You needed to talk to him about your relationship, though.

As soon as you stepped into the empty elevator - a given since the company managed the working hours to avoid crowding - TaeHyung pulled your elbow, twirling your body around for the second time in that afternoon and pulling you closer, his free hand immediately pressing at the side of your face as he captured your lips in a kiss that almost made your mind shortcut; if you weren't sure before of his intentions while going to your apartment today, now it was perfectly clear by the way his tongue laved on yours, the palm once around your arm inching down your back dangerously.

The machine dinged warning your arrival to the lobby and you detached yourself from him in the quickest - but gentlest - way you could, practically stumbling out the doors as they opened. You were sure that your hair was a mess and your face was flushed, so hurrying out of the company was a must. It's enough the show that the security guards had, you thought to yourself, not even daring to glance at the main desk while pulling a smug TaeHyung behind you.

Didn't take too long to get a car thought, the weekend was near and people were heading home earlier than expected. In a way, you were glad of being able to get home faster and, to give a rest to your wobbling knees. It had been a while feeling like this.

Your love life hasn't been moving since the end of college - since the fateful day when JungKook walked out on you - so you were a little out of practice with all of that. Sure, you weren't blind and had a crush once or twice but nothing serious or that you had made an effort to evolve or pursue. In fact, TaeHyung had been the result of a drunken impulse, for you were so angry at him that day after unconsciously blurting out about your birthday to your clients - the follow up of you inviting them to your social gathering was completely your fault - that it turned you on enough to take the opening he gave you in the kitchen. That maybe had to do with JungKook being at the party as well, you had to admit.

But just a tiny bit.

Engrossed on the scenery outside, you barely noticed when TaeHyung scooted closer to you, taking your hand in his with delicacy.

"Can't help but remember your birthday party," he started softly, the deep baritone of his voice making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. "That kiss... Maybe because that time you kissed me I can't stop thinking about it." The whisper near your ear made you shudder lightly as you turned to stare him in the eye, gaze falling on his lips instead, unable to utter a single word.

He smiled softly at your lack of response, almost shy. "I've been meaning to gather courage and ask you out, but I did this instead, sorry."

"Why you're sorry?"

"Because I decided to cut to the chase instead." The tilt of your head made him snicker, head rolling to the side a little before looking back at your face. "I wanted to treat you to dinner, walk a little before dropping you off your apartment, and maybe be invited in, you know?"

You smiled at him, hand dropping to his thigh. "I don't mind you decided to be direct," you said, glad of how his eyes widened slightly at your discreet move to reciprocate his intentions. The whole thing looked less serious that way, exactly what you needed it to be. "I like it better like this." The muttered phrase was a manner to convey what you wanted to talk about, perhaps later on, when you were more focused on the subject.

"Good," he hummed, his palm meeting the back of your hand again, this time moving it upwards his crotch, offering a feel of the hardening bulge inside his pants. "Because I've been wanting you for a while now." You couldn't help biting your lower lip. Not really a fan of being this bold at public spaces - not that the backseat of the taxi was that exposing but still - yet TaeHyung's lingering stare had the pit of your stomach twisting.

It wasn't long before the taxi pulled up to your address and both of you hopped off in the most discreet way you could without looking too hurried, TaeHyung insisting on paying the driver and calm down a bit after riling himself up so much in the backseat - you weren't thinking about the small walk to your door when you just kept gliding your fingers over the strain on his slacks, enjoying the way TaeHyung clenched his jaw -, eyebrow quirking at you when the driver started counting the change.

You felt giddy. Impatient and already slightly damp, really excited for the whole obvious event that was a few meters from happening. In your defense, you had focused so much on being a successful woman and improving your craft that relationships were put aside easily - sure, there was JungKook as a reason too - so the whole thing with TaeHyung felt like a first all over again. That didn't stop you from practically yanking the man out of the car by the hand, handing him your coat and bag to hold over his still glaring boner and hurry to your home.

Since you lived on the first floor, it was a no-brainer to take the stairs once noticing the elevator was on the higher floors, so it was safe to say you were really determined to get under the man you currently guided by the hand through the badly lit stairs. Your keys were even in your hand.

As you pushed the stairwell door TaeHyung pulled your hand back, pushing your body to the wall beside it and holding your face with his big hands, his body also pressed to yours. "Fuck, I like seeing you like this, so eager and hurried... Do you want to-"

The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted both of you, whole body tensing as you glanced to the side.

"Sorry, seems like I've beaten you to getting home, Miss Y/L/N." The dry tone from none than Jeon JungKook as he stared at you two from the door of your apartment was what made you push TaeHyung away, face heating up with a mix of embarrassment and fury because of course, he'd be the one there to witness that exchange between you and TaeHyung for the second time and dampen your plans to finally get some and pluck him out of your head. Probably.

"What are you doing here?" You blurted out, walking towards his figure, barely noticing how he hid a bag behind himself as he eyed your company trailing behind you. He was dressed casually as he'd just went to his house after his shift, showered, and got his comfiest - but still put together - clothes on with the sole intention of swinging by your house and spending some time with you. Like you'd let him.

"I... JiMin said he'd come here today, didn't he said anything?" As he faced you, body twisting and squaring up a bit and chest a little puffed, you crossed your arms defensively, recognizing the defiant stance that apparently hadn't changed even after all those years, meaning that he was ready to spew some bullshit if you were taking experience in account. I don't know if it's good or bad to still know him like the back of my hand...

"No, he did not, Mr. Jeon. And I don't remember having anything pertinent meeting in my house involving the A.R.M.Y. line-"

"This doesn't have to do with the clothing line Miss Y/L/N, but rather with the tabloids situation you and my business partner are in. He said he wanted to come and talk," you felt TaeHyung tense up when JungKook cut your words, cheeks burning in anger. The man in front of you was furious as well, even if his expression remained stoic. "But apparently I misunderstood the time of arrival."

"Indeed must be a mistake." Your tone was dry, even though a little shaken and you notice the irritated little quirk of his eyebrow, the hard swallow and change of body weight to the other feet.

"Yeah," he bit the inside of his cheek. "My apologies."

The mutter was barely heard as he started walking out, barely missing your shoulder in his leave.

The mood was completely ruined as you got inside of the apartment and thought you didn't want to be this mad, you appreciated that TaeHyung didn't try to pick things from where they were right away, letting you feel your emotions for a while.

"Do you want anything to drink or eat?" You asked, turning to TaeHyung with a sigh, fingers threading your hair tiredly. He gave you a sympathetic smile before nodding, muttering 'tea' in a small voice that made you smile back.

"Then I'm going to shower while the water heats, okay?" Once again the man nodded, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "You can make yourself at home, if you want a shower too I've got extra towels and... Maybe NamJoon's change of sweats here too," you hurried to offer, knowing that even though the day was chill, he must be tired as well and in need of refreshment.

"Actually I might take you up on that offer... I feel like a cold shower would do me good right now." And that made your eyes wander down towards his crotch again, the straining not present against the slacks anymore, making you a little bummed. You were really looking forward to this afternoon, but it was understandable that he wasn't in the mood anymore. You chuckled with him and then gave instructions for the guest room, having him follow as you went to get the towels and your friend's sweats - which rarely used them, only when he really needed to spend the night - so he could change into something more comfortable.

Till the moment you two finally sat on the small couch of your living room with your respective cup of green tea - the only type you had available at your house - you had failed to realize how comfortable you felt around TaeHyung, even to a point that you were cuddling some time later while watching some movie on TV. It felt domestic in a way, and it was dangerous. Still, he had an effect on you and that was easy to acknowledge, which made you unsure of your position at the moment.

"Ah, my roommate will be so pissed I'm watching this episode without him," TaeHyung mentioned at one point with a small chuckle, the deep comforting sound rumbling against your ear. You were halfway through an episode of 'Ozark' you've already watched, a little bored and trying to come up with a way to heat things back up. So far you achieved laying your head on his chest for further closure, one of his hands resting on your waist, but nothing else. Like you realized before, it was domestic.

"Oh? We can change it, if you want. Though this feels more like a filler episode, nothing really happens here..." You commented, looking up his face. He tilted his head with a small pout before meeting your gaze, and you smiled at his cuteness. It hurt your pride that he was probably cuter than you but you couldn't care so much at that moment.

"Whatever you want, though. I don't want to bother." At his statement you chuckled, straightening up in your spot and shaking your head. You understood then why he wasn't pushing for anything because he didn't want to annoy you in your house and be kicked out. Cute.

"Hmm," biting your lower lip in ponder, you looked away, fighting a smile. "Whatever I want?" You glanced back at him, mischief laced in your tone. TaeHyung's eyes widened a little before he nodded, suddenly struck by the undertone of the proposition. Good, he was down to whatever, then.

Smile widening, you decided for the bold, straight to the point move you had in your mind - since you taking the first step something TaeHyung mentioned to enjoy earlier -, reaching for his cheek and leaning, observing his reactions. Shoulders relaxed, mouth gaped and eyes dropped to your lips, fluttering close as you finally met his mouth with yours, almost tentatively. It was different from the first time, where you had initiated it by pure frustration of how things had turned out.

Groaning, TaeHyung then pressed back, hands gripping your waist as he kissed you back with intent, lips molding with yours perfectly. You then moved to straddle him, at first only one of his legs, sliding up his thigh and shuddering as one of his palms slid inside your shirt, caressing up the increasingly hot skin of your back while pulling you even further to his body. The other one wandered down your side, reaching the back of your knee and, with a swift movement he pulled it up, settling it at the other side of his waist and splitting your legs enough that there wasn't any other option but stay settled right on top of the growing bulge of his crotch. You hummed against his mouth, feeling brave enough to shift your hips a little, enough to make him pause the exchange for a second and resume by deepening the kiss with a soft hum, tongue licking at your mouth slowly.

It felt like everything was moving slow, you pulling off the shirt you had just borrowed him, TaeHyung pawing at your body and breathing raggedly as you ground your increasing heat on his hard need, desperately wanting to feel him without all those layers and barriers. When he parted from your lips to mouth at your neck, you were a goner.

"Tae please-" You urged with a gasp as he nipped at your skin, a bruise that would definitely be visible and you'd spend half an hour trying to mask it with makeup the next day, but you didn't pay it any mind at the moment. His hands traveled all the way up under your shirt to take possession of your covered breasts and you took that opportunity to pull out your shirt, throwing it beside you on the couch. He leaned back to look at you, squeezing and pinching at your chest, watching your reactions intently and biting his lower lip, concealing any sound he wanted to make as you circled your lips on top of his, moaning softly at the light tease. "TaeHyung..."

"Yeah?" He dragged out breathlessly, so deep it made you shudder, nipples pebbling. He flicked them and you yelped softly. "Tell me what you want love." The term of endearment made your insides twist, wondering for a moment if he used that with every other girl. "I want you, Tae." And to stress it, you slid your hands down his chest, reaching the straining on his pants, ever so slightly squeezing the outline of his cock. The man's eyes fluttered close at the contact. "I want to feel you."

"Fu- I'm all yours, Y/N. I'll do whatever you want." That response made you smile, feeling him throb under your palm. You leaned, pressing your lips to his in a tender, quick kiss, pulling away while biting his lower lip.

"Then let me hear you, hm?" You instructed, watching as he nodded, at first automatically going to biting the already abused lower lip but settling to licking it, mouth gaping.

Getting to your treat, you latched your mouth to his neck, fingers trailing back up again to caress the planes of his chest, only to draw back down with your nails, not hurtfully, only to tease. TaeHyung gasped deliciously, throwing his head back and exposing his neck even more, so you could also mark him up with a suckle to the sensitive skin, discovering the weak spot at the base of his throat that had him grunting, hips jutting just as you reached the hem of the sweatpants.

Never truly a patient woman, you decided for yanking down pants and underwear, TaeHyung lifting his hips to help you free the raging boner that waved out, thick girth making your mouth water immediately.

But before you could even think of hopping off his thighs, as soon your fingers wrapped lightly around his throbbing cock he took purchase of your ass, dipping both hands under the fabric of the sweatpants to squeeze the flesh almost painfully. You breathed out hard, glancing up to look at the man that already had some strands of hair glued to his damp forehead before your lips were captured into a desperate and almost clumsy kiss, your fingers squeezing the leaking tip of his dick and messing with his focus, a shudder rocking his whole body.

"I'm going crazy already," he panted against your lips, breath hitching as you twisted your wrist, jerking him off with small movements. "You'll drive me insane, Y/N."

You drank up his whispers, biting your lower lip and keeping on with the teasing and TaeHyung's head came to rest on your shoulder, trying to concentrate while pawing at your body as well, lips pressing kisses on your scorching skin in between pleased hums, hands resuming to roam over your partially clothed body.

"Oh my, T-" Your gaps was almost muffled by the groan coming from the man that had decided to take you by surprise and slip his fingers inside your panties, dipping the digits on the overflowing essence that already had ruined your underwear, TaeHyung's sounds so enticing to your ears. He throbbed at the way your back arched and your chest pressed to his face as his kisses lowered, aiming for the pebbled peaks of your nipples. With a free hand, you held onto his shoulder for leverage, aiding the slippery thumb to rub circles on your clit, the other getting back on massaging the tip of his cock almost clumsily.

But you had a clear objective in mind, and when his lips wrapped around one of your nipples you knew that it would be impossible to continue after TaeHyung made you cum. It had been a long while since someone made you climax, and you were already a little tired from the whole ordeal from early on- Let's not even start thinking about how bothered you still were with JungKook.

"Tae, TaeHyung-" You stopped him just as he was about to part your lips and slip a finger inside, the thought of the long digits inserted into your heat making your throat dry with want. You wanted nothing more to have him inside of you soon, but the need to have him on his mouth weighted a little heavier. "I need to suck you off, please."

"Please? Fuck Y/N, I'm the one who's begging you," he breathed out, eyes raking your figure as you slid off his thighs, mimicking your gestures as you yanked off your sweatpants, ruined panties thrown by the couch and you watched in awe as he picked them up, pressing them to his nose. It was a little embarrassing, but at the same time made your insides twist with need as you dropped to your knees.

Once again, glancing at the thick, veiny cock in front of your face, you reminded yourself that it had been quite a while since you've done something of the sort. You'd be lucky if you didn't gag when his tip hit the back of your throat.

Yet, you rested your palms on his thighs, snickering at the jolt it caused TaeHyung, his eyes opening to glance down at you, putting your underwear away. His lips parted mirroring yours, as you lean to lightly press the cushions of your mouth on the feverish member, a hiss being coaxed from him.

With a hum, you then parted your lips wider to fit the engorged head, molding your mouth to press in a circle against it and sinking your head slowly till the 'oh' his mouth was making was out of sight, hollowing your cheeks when he hit the beginning of your throat. TaeHyung breathed out barely holding off a whine, one hand coming to press the back of your head just slightly, the silent urge to go faster completely ignored. You'd enjoy this moment to the max and intended to milk him for all he was worth.

Bobbing your head a few more times, excruciatingly slow to torture him and bring out those delicious gasps and hums he wanted to suppress - but was still keeping his promise about letting them out - you reached out to play with yourself a little, the throbbing of your insides mirroring his, wanting desperately for friction, for attention.

"F- Don't you dare t-touch yourself Y/N," he practically growled as soon as your fingers slid down your stomach, and you returned your hand to wrap around what your mouth couldn't cover of his cock, a surprised hum in response. "You - fuck - cum in my mouth today."

You couldn't help but gasp at such promise, made so firmly that would make your knees wobble, weren't you already on them. So with renewed will you sank your head further on his cock, letting the tip breach past the uvula, the feeling of constriction turning you on even more. Gagging, you still forced to go as further as you could, but your lungs were screaming for air already, all the while trying to see TaeHyung practically trashing at the action, hips jutting upwards in a manner of helping you - or himself - to take him, a string of curses falling from his lips. "I'm not guh-going to last much more, 'm really clo-"

"Cum in my mouth," you breathed in, coming up for air and interrupting his stuttered babbles, watching his eyes widen as you parted your lips, tongue rolling out and pressing against the back of the tip, one hand twisting around his shaft, the other going to softly cradle his balls, causing TaeHyung to groan loudly and fuck your hand with sharp and fast movements. "Give it to me, Tae."

You barely finished speaking when the first ribbon of cum landed on your lips, making you open up again quickly to receive it, tongue poking out to lick at the throbbing head and eyes fluttering shut as some shot near them. TaeHyung came in many spurts, gasping loudly till he breathed out heavily, marking the end of his climax. That was when you wrapped your lips around the sensitive tip, drawing a surprised keen as he was overstimulated just for your own satisfaction. He writhed as you sucked out the last drop of his release, then letting him go with a pop when one hand grasped the back of your head in a desperate, silent pleading.

"You're so gonna get it Y/N," TaeHyung panted out, cupping your face as you slid back up to meet his lips, thumb wiping the sticky streak of cum from your cheek. You hummed, softly pressing your lips to his, his mouth dry from the recent orgasm. "Damn I'm thirsty..." He parted briefly from your lips to smack his, panting out while catching his breath.

"Do you want me to get you some w- Oh!" A surprised gasp left your mouth as he pushed you to lay on the couch hastily, quickly grasping your legs and yanking them open. Your eyes widened as TaeHyung slid to the floor, looking half-mad with lust as he stared at your heat, a shiver running through your spine as the cooled air of his heavy breathing hit your folds. Delicately he exposed you more to his gaze, unconsciously licking his lower lip, yearning.

When he dove, you gasped silently, not even remembering how to make a sound as TaeHyung clamped his lips on the throbbing bundle of nerves, suckling on it with a hum. Electricity ran through your whole body as he popped his lips away and laved at your folds, savoring the overflowing juices that spilled from your core with a hum. Your hips jutted upwards, eyes rolling back as you whined, finally finding your voice in the middle of your pleasure.

TaeHyung chuckled, squeezing the inside of your thighs, and you peeked down.

"Though I'd lost you there for a second," he quipped, the smugness stamped on his face glistening with your essence around his plush lips. You chanced a grin, reaching down to touch his cheek, a small caress that turned into an impatient plead when you ran your fingers through his head, smoothly pushing him back to his task. "Guess you're ready to get wrecked hm?" His voice was deep with lust, the effect of you bossing him around getting to his eyes, which darkened with mischief.

Getting back to his task, this time paced a little slower, he began to play around with your folds, thumbs drawing circles at the inside of your thighs. Your eyes rolled back as TaeHyung licked up your slit, not quite reaching where you expected, only for the tip of his tongue to circle the inner hood of your core. The grip on his hair tightened, coaxing a huffed laugh against your heat that made your hips jolt. You knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and seemed like TaeHyung did too. And he was making the most of it.

One of his hands slid up to grab at your breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers, and then you knew you were a goner. Your legs were already quivering when his lips reattached to your needy nerve ending, free-hand pressing two fingers to your slit and gently inserting them in your depths, juices aiding his sliding. He curved the tip of his fingers upwards upon reaching your limit and you heaved. “TaeHyung,” you started, looking down at him, not meeting his eyes as he devoured your core, eyes shut in focus. “You're gonna make me c- fuck!” Barely able to finish your sentence, you threw your head back, white-hot pleasure blinding you and making your limbs tremble. You barely heard TaeHyung's surprised gasp, before a deep chuckle vibrated against your increasingly sensitive folds.

Took you long seconds before you were able to open your eyes again.

“Look, I feel like I’m responsible for this,” TaeHyung’s words confused you a little, as you entered a post-blissed state and began to notice your surroundings again. TaeHyung was still on the floor, head pressed on the inside of one of them as he looked up at you with a smug smile plastered on his soaked face. A moment of ponder went through your mind before you realized that not only his cheeks were wet, but your thighs and couch as well. You had squirted all over him, it seemed.

“Holy shit, I’m so, sorry-” You tried to straighten up, face feeling warm with embarrassment. In the back of your mind, you knew there wasn’t anything wrong with that, but you did feel ashamed to have done that when you only felt relaxed enough to do it alone.

“Why are you apologizing? This is hot as fuck, Y/N. I couldn’t have imagined anything hotter to happen.” His awed admission made you smile, and, mirroring your actions, TaeHyung climbed up your body to press his lips on yours again, his warmth extremely welcome on your still boneless body.

The more he held you closer once again, the more you felt like continuing to the next step towards intercourse, lured by the tang of your taste on his mouth, how TaeHyung had expertly dragged out your climax with only his tongue. You wished to feel more of him, deep inside yourself.

Inside the bag atop your dinner table, a phone rang and vibrated urgently.

“Fuck,” muttered the man once more aroused and ready to finally give you want you needed before parting from your body and rushing to get his phone. You sighed, straightening up on the couch as you watched a very naked TaeHyung rip open his bag and grasp his phone to answer it, pushing his damp hair back. He had barely time to even greet the caller before being cut off and a voice started urgently speaking, so loud you could almost make out what was being said from the other side of the room. He gave you a sad smile, which you returned with yet another sigh.

Looking to the side, you spotted your own device, usually void of messages after work hours, also blinking silently with unseen messages. Maybe something had gone wrong in the company, it was a weird coincidence that both of you were being called. Well, that was the end of the day, you guessed.

“Work as well?” TaeHyung plopped by your side as you turned off your screen after checking the messages. “Somehow the guys managed to crash a site after the scheduled promotion was announced, now I need to go there and fix it, because they’ve supposedly tried everything…” He threw his head back with a groan, closing his eyes.

You chuckled half-heartedly at his actions, bummed but at the same time relieved that he needed to leave. Apparently what JungKook had said about JiMin coming over was true, though he had gotten ahead of his partner in hours.

“Yeah, mine is something Yoongi wants to check, little details he won’t let go - you know the man’s a perfectionist,” you giggled awkwardly, gut sinking for having to tell a lie to TaeHyung about the upcoming matters. Of course, the news that was sent to you would be sent to him as well, since it personally concerned his image, but you didn’t want to have a discussion about the matter at that moment. TaeHyung was supposed to be something easy and chill in your life.

You kept your phone clutched in your hand the whole time until TaeHyung left, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the worry in your eyes even as he pecked your lips goodbye, before closing the door after himself.

You didn’t even finish breathing out when your phone vibrated again.

[PARK JIMIN]: now that your friend left, may i come in?

#I FINALLY POSTED IT #wrong jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #bts x reader #not idol bts #taehyung smut

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TIHM Ch.19 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 3,310

chapter 19

You stared at him in disbelief.

"Kiss?"

Baekhyun tapped his cheek as if it would answer your incredulous question. You let out a chuckle, finding it silly that he would be this sly. You ignored the heat trying to spread across your cheeks.

"I think Mr. Byun could operate the piano without a kiss though—"

"You don't want to?" He mumbled as you looked at the piano keys, his eyes dimming while watching you tap on the surface. Actually, you already decided not to look at him as you find ways to drop the request— "I'd get it myself then. Excuse me."

"Excuse me?" You mumbled in confusion until—

Without any second wasted after he said that, you felt his warm lips on your cheek. His warmth seemed to transfer so much heat to your cheeks. Your eyes automatically widened at his action, and your whole body felt like it was too tense to move.

He even had the audacity to make a smooch sound as he pulled away from you.

"That would do for now, dear student." Baekhyun hummed happily as he moved closer to you. He enjoyed watching your blinking eyes as he started introducing the piano. "Let's start with the basics then."

You weren't even certain if you understood the things he said. The only thing that was on your mind was the replay of how his lips landed on yours before, and the one that landed on your cheek today.

What the hell.

"No, that's not how your fingers should spread out." Baekhyun huffed as he grabbed your hands before placing them gently on the keys. His slender ones guided your own, feeling the smoothness of your skin and your warmth. "Saejin-ah."

"O-Okay." You unconsciously responded as he looked back at you. You gulped while following his instructions. "I should get familiar with the keys, right? How do I do that? I suck at memorizing." You slightly frowned, now realizing how challenging it is to learn how to play an instrument.

Stupid.

"It will surely take time, but I'm here. I'll help you until you're as good as me." Baekhyun cheekily said with a grin. You chuckled at his incredulous claim, before blushing at his action. His fingers slowly intertwined with yours on top of the piano keys.

His hands are so pretty.

"Are they?" Baekhyun asked, surprising you. Your eyes went up to his, widening as he stared at his hand that was gently caressing yours. "It's not the first time I heard that, but it feels good when it comes from you." He smiled.

"D-Did I..." You inwardly cursed yourself as you cringed at what you directly said. Baekhyun laughed as he stole another kiss on your cheek. "Y-Yah!"

"You're too cute, I can't help it." His eyes crinkled as he gazed at you with a wide smile. "I like you so much."

That caught you off guard.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You blinked at him with blushing cheeks, trying to gain the control in the current situation. You almost said thank god when you heard the bell ringing, signalling the end of the lunch break.

"Ah, I still have a class this afternoon. I've got to go." You stood up quickly, grasping your bag that was on the floor. "You should attend your practice, okay? I heard that the last game before the break will be—"

"Let me drop you off—"

"No." You firmly said as you glared at him. You've been feeling guilty for keeping him away from his friends too much. Junmyeon will surely raise his eyebrows at you when he sees you around. "I'd be looking forward to your game, so do well." You smiled at him.

Baekhyun frowned as he tugged at your hand, pouting as he felt succumbing to your command. He feels so weak under your gaze along with your bright smile. How could he dare resist you?

"Hmm, alright." He whispered, moving closer to you while still sat on the piano bench. You were still standing with your bag on your side as he slid closely next to you. "I'll do my best then. Can't disappoint my princess."

MY PRINCESS? WHY IS THIS GUY SO SHAMELESS?

As if he wanted to prove more of his shamelessness, his arms snaked around your waist while he leaned his head on your stomach. He looks like a child clinging onto his mother. Your mouth gaped at his audacity.

"B-Byun Baekhyun!" You exclaimed with reddening cheeks, hands going on top of his head. Baekhyun just snuggled more onto you, finding your touch comforting rather than dismissive. "Y-Yah, I'll really—"

"I won't see you later, so I want to take some of your scent with me. I'll be more motivated in practice later." He mumbled, slowly peeking up to you with his cute grin. You couldn't even form an appropriate reply as his gaze turned too soft and full of adoration towards you. "I just want to stay like this forever."

His arms aren't restraining. His touch held you with so much gentleness and care that you didn't mind him snuggling against you for a long time. He craved for your warmth and touch.

You craved for his. You craved for him.

"Baekhyun-ah." Your hand slowly swept his grayish hair back, lightly scratching his scalp. He hummed in delight as his eyes fluttered softly, gazing at you. "I—"

"I told you, you should have bought the strawberry one instead!" A loud irritated voice said, breaking the mood between the two of you. You were too slow to comprehend what was happening, but Baekhyun doesn't seem to like how the sudden noise interrupted you.

"Fuck." Baekhyun cursed so loud that the noise coming from the door halted. Your eyes widened as a few students came out behind the piano. They seemed to be coming back from lunch break.

The break is over! I need to run, damn it!

"Ah shit." You cursed short after Baekhyun did, making him look back at you. You took your bag again and quickly tapped his arms that are around you. "I've got to go. Do well later, hmm?" You smiled at him as he slowly moved back. He just nodded, his lips pursed.

You took a swift look at the faces of the students, and got enough of their expressions. Some were plainly surprised, but most were as you expected. You looked away after slightly greeting them.

Most of them were seniors, so they probably recognized me.

You shook the thought away as you went out of the room with a sigh.

As soon as the door closed, the room was filled with silence. Baekhyun's bright expression fell as he felt the bench against his hand. Getting the atmosphere surrounding the senior, the students silently made their actions as quick as possible. They mumbled to themselves as they prepared for their class.

"Didn't you see the lights on earlier?"

Their movements seemed to stop as they heard him speak in a firm voice. They looked at each other in wonder. Baekhyun pressed a low key all of a sudden, making them shudder in surprise.

"Isn't it common courtesy to see if someone was occupying the room before barging in?" He mumbled, eyes dimming as he looked up at them. "Didn't I say so before?"

He chuckled darkly, seeing how they bit their lips in guilt. His lips turned into a fine line as quick as they lifted in a second.

"And I don't really like how you spoke about her in your whispers."

—

"I feel like I haven't seen you for so long, Jin-ah!"

You rolled your eyes at your friend's loud complaint as you entered your apartment. Jiwon was already cooking her midnight snack when you got home from work. You smiled at the smell of ramyeon as you placed your bag down on the couch.

"You've been busy with the cheerleading practices as well, right?" You said while trudging towards the fridge to get a bottle of water. "Whenever I get here, you're already sound asleep. Why the sudden snack?" You chuckled as she frowned at you.

"Speaking of practice, I got to see Baekhyun earlier in the field. You must have let him go today, right? Junmyeon was always all over the place whenever he's not there."

"I don't decide that for him, you know."

"Oh, you do. You have that strong hold of him." Jiwon wiggled her eyebrows as she looked at you with a smirk on her pretty face. "Don't even try to deny it."

It's not like I can stop him from going with me...

You felt yourself shaking your head.

You totally can. You just want him there too.

"Take it easy, Jin-ah." You looked back at Jiwon with a surprised expression, finding her voice more serious than usual. "I don't really want to taint Byun's image in your eyes, but it's really going to be tough to be by his side. I saw how girls around me tried to stay, but..." She shook her head in dismay as she turned off the stove. "...it's scary."

"Are you talking about the jealousy of the other girls? I know they can be a little bit dangerous and bold to hurt me—"

"A little bit?" Jiwon let out a huff as she fully turned her body to you. "Byun Baekhyun may be one of the most sought for men in the campus, but his power is beyond the gates of the university. These girls might be enchanted by his looks and influence, but some are aiming for his power."

Power?

"I only heard he is an heir to their company. Is it that big?" You pursed your lips as you leaned back on the counter. "Why would that be—"

"Aish, you don't get it." Jiwon scratched the back of her head as she took the pot on the counter. "He's the dangerous one, Saejin-ah. The girls can go through such lengths to gain his favor, and that might harm you in the process since you are currently the one he's after. I don't know what he would do if..."

Your gaze fell to your hands as Jiwon trailed off her statement.

Ah... almost forgot who I am in other people's eyes.

Your image was still of a murderer, someone who was responsible for a person's death.

If Baekhyun knew that he's been hanging around someone like that, you wondered what will become of you. Will you still be able to graduate with honors? Live like a normal individual?

Should I plan for an escape route? Where would I go if he does hunt me down?

"No one really knows about Byun Baekhyun, other than his close friends, EXO. He might be showing a façade of a very playful man, but we don't know who he is on the other side." Jiwon shrugged her shoulders as she carefully twirled the noodles around her chopsticks. "Just keep your eyes open. I know you can decide on your own. You're smarter than me."

You almost couldn't feel your lips as you've been placing so much pressure on them through your teeth. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head.

I've been letting my guard down for a long time around him. How can I trust him so much? Stupid.

"I understand your worry, Jiwon-ah. I appreciate it." You said with a forced smile, making her stop chomping on her snack. Of course, she knew it was fake. "But I think it's too late to back out now."

It is.

"D-Don't tell me..." Jiwon gaped as she stood up in shock, eyes widening while she followed your movements. "...you've fallen?"

You let out the longest and deepest sigh that you've ever let out as you sat on the seat across Jiwon. She sat back down in haste as she tapped the table impatiently.

"W-When did this happen?"

"I don't know, Jiwon-ah." You looked at the pot in front of your with a pained look. "I just...forget who I am whenever I'm with him. I forgot that he could be like those people who would laugh and ridicule me behind my back. I forgot that..."

...he might be not like I deemed him to be.

Seeing how your tone lowered, Jiwon felt her heart tightening at the thought of you being sad all over again. You finally found someone to dedicate your heart to after years, and now she's shattering that chance. She grasped onto her chopsticks tighter as she spoke.

"T-There's just a little possibility that he may be better than we think, Saejin-ah. Maybe he's serious about you. I mean, if he truly likes you, wouldn't he accept all of you including your sorrows from the past?"

A little possibility.

"Should I risk it?" You mumbled. "For that little possibility?"

Jiwon bit her lower lip as you looked at her in the eye.

"If ordinary people can't accept me fully, how can someone like him do so?" You let out a pained chuckle as you leaned on your chair. "I think I've been too careless. Jiwon-ah, what should I do?" Your voice stuttered while your eyes filled with tears.

"Is falling for him a mistake?"

With your unanswered question, the night ended in coldness and gloom.

—

As you silently read your book, you were unconsciously letting out lots of sighs that the table beside yours kept on looking back at you in irritation.

The library was quiet as usual, who would dare make a sound with a librarian as strict as the principal, and it was your second haven aside from the music department. It's quite obvious why you chose to be here on your break.

You're still afraid to face him with your feelings all over your face.

"After so many months to realize this, why just now, Lee Saejin?" You grunted as you furiously wrote a note on your book. "You sure you're a dean's lister? You—"

"What did that book do to you, baby?"

"A—"

Before you could shriek, a smooth hand covered your mouth to save you from both the embarrassment and punishment from the librarian. Baekhyun swiftly sat beside your seat, silently giggling at your expression.

You felt yourself getting pale from the current situation.

"B-Baekhyun?" You whispered as you looked around the area. There are a few students hanging around, but none dared to look back. Your gaze went back to him, and found him already looking at your notes with his mischievous eyes. "Why are you here?"

"Didn't see you there."

There. It sounded like it's your common place already. You knew in an instant where 'there' was.

You gripped on your book tighter in tension, while he browsed through your notes. He was speaking loudly, in contrast to your whispering voice.

Doesn't he know we're in the library?

"Your handwriting is pretty, and everything's organized too." Baekhyun hummed as he smiled at your notebook. One would pay to be that lifeless notebook.

"Shouldn't you be eating your lunch? You have practice—"

"What about you? Have you eaten? You have work later too." He smoothly fired back his own questions at you while still gazing at your notes. You're not certain if you prefer him looking at you or at your notes.

Your heart's still beating so fast either way, just with his presence.

"I-I already did." You looked down at your lap, remembering why you're here.

You're supposed to be settling with your feelings alone, Saejin. Why are you keeping him here?

"Baekhyun, you should—"

"I missed you."

His fingers stopped browsing through your notes as he spoke. The mischievous glint in his eyes faded as he glanced at your face. You refrained from looking directly at his eyes, finding it hard to resist.

Why resist more when you've already fallen hard?

"Why do you have such a sullen expression, Saejin-ah? I don't like it." Baekhyun mumbled as he moved his seat closer to yours. You flinched at the sound of the chair scraping against the floor. The librarian would surely kill you both. "Did someone make you sad, hmm?"

You shook your head weakly as his hand gently caressed your cheek.

So weak.

"Tell me." His eyebrows scrunched in worry as he watched your lips part. His heart quivered at the sight of your eyes dimming. He bit his lip, uncertain of what he should say next to make you feel better but you beat him to it.

"I'm fine, Baekhyun-ah." You smiled as you nodded, patting his hand that was on your cheek. "I think you haven't eaten lunch yet. Let's go?" You placed your materials back in your bag, letting Baekhyun bring the thicker books as he insisted.

"Seriously, tell me if something or someone is bothering you, okay?" He pouted as he took your other hand in his. You looked down at your intertwined hands, while Baekhyun spoke. "I won't go easy on them."

Your lips curled into a smile as usual.

You looked up at him and said, "Alright, alright, Mr. Byun. I'll tell you."

Jiwon-ah, that little possibility...

Baekhyun grinned before leaning towards you. You welcomed him this time, making his eyes widen for a moment. You tiptoed a bit to reach him, and placed a swift kiss on his lips.

"W-Woah." He gaped as you chuckled. You tugged him like a puppy on a leash, while he stared at your back in amazement. "A-Amazing. What just happened? D-Did I just feel your lips on mine?"

"Dunno." You shrugged your shoulders with a giggle. Baekhyun blinked his eyes as he watched you smiling in front of him. "You probably daydreamed for a sec."

Before you could even move a step to walk around a corner, your vision blurred towards him. You felt his arms snaking around you as if they've found their prey. Your cheeks blushed as you felt his chest thumping against yours.

"You're the only one allowed to tease me like that, Jin-ah." He whispered as he pulled you closer. "I'm very very—"

With all the courage and face you have at the moment, you grabbed his neck with both hands and pulled his head down. You met with his warm lips as you closed your eyes, feeling him all over you.

...I think I'd give it a go.

Baekhyun's response was instant, as if he has been waiting for this moment all his life. His lips moved on their own as he let you lead him in a battle that he was willing to surrender on. He smiled against your lips as he felt the trembling of your knees. As if teasing you more, his tongue went out to seek for your own.

Holy sh—

Your cheeks are totally on fire as he gripped on your waist tighter while he does things to your mouth. You were running out of breath, but who the hell is complaining?!

Baekhyun must have felt you struggling as he slowly left your lips alone. Or not. His face still hovered over yours, lips pecking your cheeks, chin, and all over your face as you catch your breath.

Oh god. Did I just make out with Byun Baekhyun in broad daylight?! IN THE FREAKIN' HALLWAYS?!

"Oh my..." You let out an incredulous sigh as your eyes went behind Baekhyun. Although his broad shoulders covered most of the sight, you still saw that there were students around. "B-Baek!"

"Hmm." He hummed as he happily nuzzled his nose on your neck. "Hmm."

"G-Get off. Now." You tapped his shoulders where you slung your arms— "Oh shit. I can't believe this."

JIWON, I'M SORRY I WENT OVERBOARD!

"I'm so happy." Baekhyun mumbled on your skin as he gently pecked your neck. You could feel his smile, his skin bumping on your yours.

"So happy."

With your red cheeks, your arms went limp as your gaze softened at his voice. Your hands rubbed on his shoulders as if saying...

I am too.

—

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!

Tagging my loves: ❤

—

♫ Ch.20

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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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Turn It Off

a short hc inspired by something that happened to me this morning. hehe if you can’t tell, I’m a holiday fanatic.

warnings: Christmas music, if you are a grinch.

You woke up this morning, Ransom lazily snoring beside you, his large arms and legs sprawling across the whole bed.

Quickly, you escaped his embrace going to change into some clothes for a quick grocery run.

In the bathroom, you ran a short shower, leaving your hair up in a ponytail. who were you trying to impress?

As you brushed your teeth, the sleepy, only-boxer clad man walked in, his eyes adjusting to the light.

He placed a hand on your shoulder along with a smooch to the crown of your head.

“Where are you off to, angel?”

The man reached for his own toothbrush, standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

Ironically as Ransom started to brush his teeth, you were just finishing up.

“I’m getting a few things for breakfast. We don’t have any groceries, and I wonder why?”

The hint of sarcasm in your voice was a direct shot at Ransom for it was his fault that you didn’t have any groceries.

Everyday this week, when you had tried to go out and get groceries, Ransom would just charm you to stay home.

Now you were gonna pay the consequences for that.

Ransom spit out his own toothpaste, and proceeded to run a comb through his messy hair.

“You’re just soooo funny, (y/n). How could I possibly resist this chance to go to the grocery store with you?”

His voice went up an octave and he playfully shrugged his shoulder. The look on his face displaying faux distress.

You jokingly tapped his bottom, pushing him towards the closet.

While the diva got dressed, you ran into the kitchen making a cup of coffee for the road.

Just as the keurig quit brewing, Ransom stepped out in all of his glory.

Casually, he swiped the travel mug from your hands, stealing a quick swig.

As he did so, he grabbed your hand and gently pulled you out the door and to the Beamer.

Barely in your seat, Ransom then obnoxiously backed out of the driveway.

He always drived like he was in a car chase from a movie.

That’s why when you drived, all he did was complain about how slow you were going, when you were doing the speed limit.

“Alright, baby driver,” He muttered under his breath.

“Oh shut up, Hugh. Not all of us have a lead foot!”

Tired of the silence, you decided to switch on the radio, Ransom paying no attention as his eyes were glued anywhere but the road.

Not only did he drive like a maniac, but he acted as if were nothing.

He drove with the posture of someone taking a slow sunday drive.

It scared you as he leisurely sat back. One hand laying on the wheel, the other ready on the stick shift.

The last thing that man needed was a stick shift car. It allowed him the control. Something he did NOT need.

Anyway, here you were, flipping through the radio channels.

Nothing.

You found absolutely nothing, until you came upon one particular channel.

The familiar tune of Do They Know It’s Christmas echoed in the car.

You had only hoped that a station would play Christmas music the day after Halloween and apparently your wish was granted.

There was no better feeling in the world then flipping on the radio station to find none other than Christmas music playing.

Yes, there was thanksgiving, but there’s no such thing as thanksgiving music now is there?

Something about Christmas music just made you so happy.

You could listen to any Christmas song and like it, unlike regular music where you constantly changed the channel to find a song you liked.

A large smile made home on your face and you started to sing along.

It was time for a change in music. Especially after a whole year of listening to the same songs over and over.

(The top 100 stations really need to find some better songs)

Suddenly, Ransom’s sunglasses were pulled from his face revealing his eyes squinted at you.

“What the hell are you listening to?”

“I’m listening to Christmas music. Open your ears, Ransom.”

He just shook his head and went to turn off the station when you grabbed his hand, pretending to use it as a mic.

All I Want For Christmas Is You, by Mariah Carey came on and you were in heaven.

“I don't want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need...”

Ransom laughed, allowing his hand to continuously be used as a mic during your sing along.

“Ha. Well don’t expect anything from me this year, baby. This is your Christmas gift.”

You just smiled widely, not caring if he was serious or not.

Happily, you continued to goofily sing, placing a kiss of gratitude on his knuckles.

Needless to say, seeing you happy brought a smile to Ransom’s face and it was hard to keep up the mean guy facade.

I’m in love with soft Ransom.

Also sorry for any mistakes. I typed this on mobile and I’m too lazy to proofread 🤡

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale imagine #chris evans #chris evans x reader

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nachohypno · 3 years

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Pine’s Football Jocks (Rewritten!) - Ch. 5

Present Pine’s POV

Man, I feel so good right now.

Like, no responsibilities crossing my mind. No managing stuff to check for neither the club or the football team. No homework, finished all of it already. It was all just… perfect.

I could do whatever I wanted! I could play a video game from start to end in one go. Binge-watch a show while wearing my soft pajamas and covered in a blanket while eating sour cream chips. Whatever I want! Because I have free time!

I must admit: Having coach Mark as a live-in slave was one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. He took care of the cooking, cleaning, Mike (for any tasks that didn’t require love and affection, of course) and other tasks around, leaving me with lots of time to catch up on the stuff I had piling up, leading up to this happy moment of mine!

Let me explain for a bit. There was this weird thing happening at Winston high, involving the water and gas pipes being quite old and suffering from leaks. This, of course, led to the school being closed until the leaks had been solved, giving coach Mark one week of free time, which he was going to spend at coach Peter’s place, his old friend or whatever they are.

A little light bulb turned on above my head, and after the shift was over and my workers closed the sports club, I ordered Mark to gather his stuff and come to my place.

Now, he’s been sleeping in the extra bedroom we’ve got for… the last two weeks. I may or may not have ordered him to extend his free time to stay with me and Mikey.

Mike was playing a game at the living room, while I laid down in my bed, cozily resting like a baby. I could hear rain outside, so I didn’t think I would be going anywhere today. A perfect day to just stay over and do… nothing.

“Hey, bro?” Mike said, shaking my leg a little bit to get my attention. “We’ve got that doctor’s appointment soon. Shouldn’t we get ready or somethin’?”

‘Fuck, I forgot about that’.

I sighed, there goes my relaxation time. I reached out for my phone on the night table. “We still have two hours before having to get ready.”

“Awww, c’mooooon… I’m bored! Bored, bored, bored!” The big guy climbed on the bed, quickly getting behind me and pulling me closer for cuddles. A quick smooch on my cheek before he resumed saying “Bored” and smooching me again, attempting an endless cycle of smooches and the word ‘bored’.

“Okay, okay! I get it! But I can’t pull the appointment forward, big guy. We just have to be patient and… relax.” I said, moving quickly enough to catch him before he smooched me, and kissing him on the lips. I smiled afterwards, and he gave me a little dumb chuckle.

“Alriiiiight… Can we do something, at least? I don’t wanna play alone anymore…” Mike mumbled, slowly going to my ear and nibbling it.

“Would you like to hear the last chapter?” That was my wild card. I knew he would accept that no matter what, and I didn’t want to use my powers to make him calm down. I just wanted to relax after all my work…

“Yeah, bro! Would really love to-“

“Well, calm down for a bit, sit down over there and give me a minute.” I ordered, and he obeyed. Mike pulled away from the hug, and I moved for a bit to see his glassy eyes and his dummy smile as he carried out my commands. Not going to lie, it was a bit of a turn on.

I went back to my perfect position, barely moving for a few more moments, before I shouted “Mark! Could you come here for a bit?”

I had to sit up for a bit, as I noticed the coach entering the bedroom. The older muscular man was wearing nothing but his underwear, and his usual chain link necklace falling between his pecs. “How may I serve you, master?” He asked, standing at attention like some kind of soldier.

“Come up here, lay with us for a bit.” I ordered, patting the spot between me and Mike. Mark nodded and climbed the bed, slowly crawling over to the spot before turning around and sitting down in the middle. “Okay, so let me see…” I mumbled, reaching out for my laptop on the night table.

It didn’t take long for me to find the file and open it up. After that, I just scrolled over to the last chapter, and passed the thing to the coach who just stared at me while waiting for more commands.

“Read this out loud for Mikey, alright? Imagine you’re reading a bedtime story or something…” I would have loved to read that, but I preferred to just listen while relaxing on my own for today.

“Of course, master. Starting from ‘I felt awesome’, right?” Mark asked, and I nodded.

“Wait, bro. I thought you were going to read it… I mean, no offense coach.” Mikey complained, and he was starting to get on my nerves. I love him! But I wanted to enjoy this little moment!

“None taken, master Mike”

“Mike, just lay down, hug the coach, and listen to the story. You really want to hear him telling it today.” I honestly didn’t want to reach the point of solving the problem with my powers, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t mind at all. I heard him whisper the usual ‘Yes, master…’, as he slid down a bit and hugged the coach’s muscular body.

I sent the coach a ‘hug Mike back with one arm’ through the mind link, because I thought they would look really cute doing that. I sat up for a bit just to watch my handy work, and went over my expectations.

Two hunks, dumb smiles with glassy eyes hugging each other, as the coach prepared himself to tell the story.

I hugged the coach too, and prepared to hear the last chapter of my first plan, too. I gotta say, his arm felt comfortable to lay my head at.

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Past Pine’s POV

I felt AWESOME.

Not only I managed to make the bullying completely stop by now (I don’t know if the coach or Gary had anything to do with it, but the football players just acted like I didn’t exist anymore and I LOVE THAT), but I also managed to enslave one of the hottest guys around, along with the football coach!

And let’s not leave Brent behind! We played Minecraft last night, it was actually pretty fun! He wore a random naked guy skin because I ordered him to and I would burst in laugh every time he approached me in-game with his nudist avatar.

So… what’s next?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not usually a vengeful person. Now that the bullying stopped, actually. I feel like I can put down the mind control blanket and somehow never use them again, but a part of me actually wanted to have a bit of fun as payback for all the stuff that happened.

And sadly, (For them) I decided to go with the latter part.

It’s been a week or so since the coach went under, and after the little fun we’ve had at his office, nothing else really happened. I wanted to keep things undercover for some time, but I decided to start planning the last phase of my not-really-well-thought plan.

First, we needed a place to carry it out, and that’s why I decided to visit… the coach’s house!

Hey, he said that I could use anything he owned. So, I guess he won’t mind if I use his house as a little base or something.

Gary was driving me here, a little smile on his face. He wasn’t tranced, of course. I don’t want to risk using my powers while he drives or anything. What if I told him to go to a certain place faster and he suddenly went through the woods or something? The sole thought of it terrified me.

Winston is not a big town, but it’s kind of divided in sections and all. The commercial part, residential zone, and the zone with the big houses and crazy pricing. It’s not like an avenue of mansions, this is a small town after all. But some people do have nice houses, and coach Mark seemed to be one of them.

“We’re…” Gary mumbled, once we entered the property. He stopped the car in front of the house. “Here. What now?”

“We just explore the place. Ever came here? Mike told me you and the coach were pretty close.” I said, getting my bag and walking out of the car. Gary followed me quickly, stepping out and closing his door.

“Kinda, y’could say so. I’m the best player of the team, so I guess he just wanted to pay extra attention to me.” Gary shrugged, before grabbing the house’s key from his back pocket. I asked him to carry it before, when the coach gave us a copy. “I don’t mind it, it’s kinda nice. He yells at me a bit less than the other guys''

I can tell that’s a really great advantage, and I’m really glad the guy starts acting like a robot-ish slave whenever we’re alone. He drops the f-bomb like crazy when he’s mad, and he seems mad all the time.

My jock partner opened the front door, and we went in.

The place looked… certainly not like I expected it. I expected something more ‘manly’ or coach-like, probably filled with supplement cans to the ceiling or something like that. But nope, it was just a regular house. Maybe expensive looking, but it didn’t top Garrett’s family mansion.

Garrett didn’t seem surprised. “What do you think?” I asked him, wanting to hear his mind on the matter.

“Huh? Been here before. It’s… a house, I guess? I still don’t know what you’re planning to do, bro, so I can’t really help you unless you tell me.” He shrugged again. He was right, though. I can’t expect him to guess my plans, right?

“Well… Do you think the whole football team… will most of the football team fit here?” I asked, crossing my arms. I looked around while I waited for his answer. The place wasn’t small at all, but if I wanted to carry out the plan here… we would have to squeeze everyone in, probably. Unless I separated them in groups and sent each group to a room.

The football players are big. Not as big as Gary or Mike, but big.

“Hmm… Not here, but maybe in the backyard.” The big guy mentioned, motioning with his head to follow him.

Oh, I didn’t think of that. I followed Gary as he took me through the house, before we arrived at the backyard.

Hey, it looks quite good! A pool, some plants laying around that are alive, a pair of deck chairs, and there was a little deck with some chairs and a small table, next to a grill. And yeah, it was quite spacious! The jocks would definitely fit in here.

“We’ve got the place covered, then. We should get back, if someone saw us in the house of a school staff person, we would be in trouble.” I pointed that out, as I pictured my plan taking form with the coach’s backyard as our main base.

“Oh… really? But we’ve just arrived! ‘sides, the coach will be here any minute now. You should tell him we’re going to use his place or something, right?” It seemed like he wanted us to stay a bit more, and I kind of couldn’t tell why. “C’mon, I’ve never seen this guy’s bedroom. Please, bro?” Oh, that gives me an idea, yeah.

“If you insist…” I grabbed his hand and pulled him by the pool, next to the deck chairs. “Take off your clothes, leave your underwear on.”

“Sure, master!” He answered, before the show started in front of me. I found it quite funny how Gary seemed so eager to strip, or straight up do what I say now. He’s a good boy. “Done!”

His clothes were all around the floor, as he stood in front of me, seemingly flexing his abs to make them look more defined.

“Now what, master?” He asked, a little smile on his face, probably expecting me to tell him to do something naughty.

“Now we go back to the car, and you drive like that all the way back to my place. How does that sound?” The smile vanished from Gary’s face and the disappointment made me burst in laughter. I just couldn’t help it. If you saw me now, you would never guess this guy was my bully before, and now he frowned because I wouldn’t do naughty stuff with him.

This is gold stuff here, guys!

He remained silent as I kept laughing for a bit, before I regained composure and told him to put his pants on again. Gary only mumbled a defeated ‘Yes, master’, but wouldn’t add any comments or anything like before.

“I’m not having you driving naked around the town. That would be weird. C’mon, let’s head back and call it a day, okay?”

“Sure thing, bro. Can’t be mad at ya.” My classmate answered, lowering his voice at the last bit. It was cute, but I’m not really going to bend over and fuck at the first chance we have. That would be weird.

We headed over to the car as soon as Gary’s jeans were on again, and we went each to our houses. I was happy, already got a place to have my plan at!

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It was a slow plan, that’s for sure. It’s been a few weeks and no idea at all on when I was going to continue it. Or even make it happen!

Luckily, it’s not like I don’t have stuff to distract myself with during these ‘wait times’. There were a few exams, and I kind of really like studying. Reading books and preparing my head to gather more knowledge just makes me feel productive!

There were also little hang out times I had with Gary, always a good time. He doesn’t really like video games, says it’s ‘nerd stuff’, but we play them anyway after school because I do like them.

So, I was on my way to the coach’s office during the lunch recess (I had a jam and cheese sandwich in my bag, so I could skip the cafeteria if I wanted) and ask him when the next local football game was happening. If all the football jocks go away to another school, it would be useless. It had to happen at Winston High.

I decided to make a quick stop in the bathroom. Staging a plan makes me pretty nervous, and I like to… chill for a bit. Doing the ‘business’. Why does writing this feel so weird?

Reaching the boys’ bathroom, my thoughts about emptying my bladder were quickly interrupted by sobbing.

It was quite unexpected. So, in my best ‘I want to help!’ mood, which was never usually there in the first place, I asked “Hello? Anybody here?”. Only for the sobbing to stop, of course.

I was curious, so I tried something out. I wanted to help, and maybe this would be my first chance to actually do some good with my newfound powers.

…By messing into other people’s lives, I guess!

“Whoever it is, come out” I ordered, trying to see if my powers made any effect on whoever was sobbing a moment ago. If nobody came out, I would get the hell out of there because I just made a fool of myself. ‘Maybe it was the wind or something’ I thought, before one of the stalls opened.

Mike came out, cleaning his face with his jacket’s sleeve before looking at me. “Yo, bro… Everything a’ight? Heard you called…” He sniffed, before giving me a warm smile. His face was red and his eyes were swollen. He had been there probably for a while.

“Yes, yes. Everything is fine here. What about you? Something bothering you, big guy?” I asked, taking a step closer to him. It was weird seeing him like this. He was always so cheerful, even when dumbed down. Only times I’ve actually seen him sad or mad were the times I didn’t want to speak to him.

I hoped nobody would come in. If someone saw Mikey like this, he would be pretty much ruined. I could always make the intruder forget seeing him like this, I guess. I don’t really trust my control over my powers too much to save me in an emergency.

“I’m… I’m about to get kicked out of the team, bruh.” He sniffed again, and I could see tears slowly forming again in his eyes. “I failed all my exams, and my grades pretty much dropped… I don’t know why, bro! I totally had that stuff nailed down before!”

I gulped, but couldn’t say anything. Mike continued though, so I kept listening. “The principal talked to the coach, and the coach told me earlier today that if my grades didn’t improve, I would be out of the team” I gulped again.

Darn, darn, darn, darn! I did this! These are the consequences of my own actions!

I mean, I didn’t dumb Mike down on purpose, but I didn’t revert it back when I found out about it either! WHAT THE HELL?!

This is actually a big problem, because I remember Mike wanted a football scholarship for college. His big dream is becoming a professional football player, and I was ruining it for him! I wanted to… I don’t know, grab my own head and hit it with a wall. How could I be so reckless?

Watching Mike didn’t help at all. I remember that before the incident, looking up at my best friend has always been some sort of relief. Like ‘Hey, I’m best friends with the best guy in the whole world!’ and it would make me kind of empowered, if that makes sense.

But Mike was really crushed with this stuff. As I mentioned, he was a really positive guy before, and I’ve never seen him cry. Only get mad at a videogame or after being yelled at at football practice.

And I really fucked up this time.

I couldn’t help but feel my head suddenly filled with bad stuff. I KNEW I fucked up, and it was like these little intrusive thoughts wanted to underline how BADLY I had fucked up.

I should have known better!

I sighed, and tried to calm myself down. And for that matter… I went forward and hugged Mikey. “Hey, don’t feel bad. It’s been just some awful weeks, alright?”

Mike wrapped his big arms around me. “Yeah, pretty awful weeks, bruh…” I looked up, and noticed he wasn’t tranced, so that was good. I really didn’t want my powers to get in the way again.

I sighed. I would need them to fix this mess, though.

“And… Uhm… I just want you to realize that… you’re not really a dumb jock. It was all in your head, you’re actually the same Mike Travis you’ve ever been…” I tried to sound commanding, but it came off as weak and weird. “Forget what I said that night, alright? You’re a really good student and you want to keep getting better and better.”

“Same… Mike… Better… and better…” The big guy mumbled, his arms slowly going numb as they dropped to his sides. Now he was entranced.

He remained still for a few more minutes, me still hugging him. I couldn’t see what was happening in his brain, but I would have died to do so. I wanted to know that I was helping him. I wanted him to be my old best friend again.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Mike finally moved, and he hugged me back again. “I dunno why we’re hugging, but it feels kinda warm, bro.”

Huh. It seems to have worked? His face still seemed like he had been crying for quite a while, but he didn’t look as confused as he was when dumbed down. That’s… a good sign, I guess.

“Mikey, can you tell me the square root of sixteen?” Just a little check. Old Mikey knows this one really well…

“Why’d you ask? It’s four, Piney! Did you hit your head or somethin’? Did someone hurt you?” His face seemed surprised at that last possibility, but I decided to shrug everything off and hug him even tighter.

“Don’t worry… You won’t get kicked out of the team, I’ll make sure of that” By ordering the coach to stop being an asshole, of course. I almost forgot he acts like his normal self when I’m not around. I could definitely make him nicer or something.

“Huh? How are you gonna do that?” He asked, the confusion returning to his face, and I realized I made a weird statement while Mike is supposed to not know about my mind control powers.

“Uh… I was thinking you could join my tutoring classes? Gary-ett’s doing pretty fine with them, and so does Brent. Another guy won’t hurt; would you like to join?” I tried to save myself with that little offering.

Mike smiled at me, and hugged tighter. “Sure thing, bro! Pretty sure I’ll be able to get my grades up in no time with your help!” I patted his back a bit, kind of wanting him to let me go because the hug got too tight. He did so, luckily, as his grin grew bigger. “Thanks a lot, Piney. You’re the best friend ever”

[M: Just a little heads up, I do remember that part, and I also remember wanting to kiss you back then. Oh… you’re asleep. Never mind, keep going Mark]

“Don’t worry, big guy. Just happy to help!” I answered, trying to sound confident. “Hey, I was called by a professor and I should get going, but I’ll text you the details of the tutoring thing later, okay?”

“Okay, yeah! Can’t wait!” Mike seemed so cheerful once again that it made me really happy just to see him like this. It’s like when you see a person so happy that it gives you happiness just to know that they’re happy.

We both walked out of the bathroom and went in different directions. So… that’s fixed. I should get a little hold back on how and why I use my powers. They seem to work better when I sound commanding, that could be a good way of controlling them, and I have to make sure that them doing what I say doesn’t interfere with their lives.

Like, life-ruining stuff is out of the question. I don’t think I should decide who does or doesn’t get a nice time.

Hmm… That could be useful, like giving myself a set of rules. Well! Rule #1: Don’t ruin people’s lives with my powers.

That’s a good start! Just gotta be careful with who I control and what I order them to do, and I should be good to go. Better to prevent any more incidents rather than go around fixing all of them. Let’s save Mikey as the example of what not to do to a person!

I resumed my walk to the coach’s office, a little smile on my face now that I fixed my awful mistake. I would have to work hard to help the big guy, but I didn’t care. Now though, back to the matter at hand.

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It had been some slow days, but it was finally GAME DAY!

People didn’t seem thrilled, but the fun started after school at night, I think around seven pm or so. I never really been into football games. Mike never really forced me to go, he knew I didn’t care and he would message me afterwards saying if they win or lose, to keep me updated. We didn’t really celebrate it anyway; the team has their own celebrations.

But today, it was different. The rival teams would be arriving a while before, as expected, and that would be the first part of my plan: Getting the rival jocks under.

That meant nothing interesting during the school day, of course. Only thing I can think of was that the football jocks were pretty nervous about it, but they’re always nervous about game days.

If they won, that would be amazing. If they lost, that would mean harsher practices in the future. And we all know the coach would love an excuse to have harsher practices, that man is like Satan.

Luckily, this was a friendly match. So no matter which team wins, there wasn’t really any consequence for losing, besides the practice thing.

Speaking of the coach, I had a chat with him, after I met and… undumbized? That’s not a word… Anyway, after I turned Mike back to normal again.

I told him that his house was going to be the meeting point, once the game is over and if I manage to get the jocks nice and obedient before that, and I also ordered him to not kick Mike out of the team, no matter how low his grades get or anything. Big guy doesn’t deserve that, he loves football!

But yeah, so the only loose end for now was…

I waited in the locker room, as the rival team walked over here. They should come in in a few minutes, and I would be ready to greet them. I couldn’t take too long, because they had to dress up and go out for the game.

If everything went well, I would only be with them for less than 7 minutes and they wouldn’t even notice my presence. Probably. I’m not a ninja yet.

Sitting in one of the benches, I saw them coming in one after the other. At first, they didn’t notice my presence, probably because some of the lockers were in the way and so. But after a few moments passed, all the jocks already in the room, there was a guy pretty surprised to see me there.

“Woah! Who are you, bud?” One of them said, a guy with blonde short hair. He was big, quite surprisingly. I don’t know if he’s muscular but he could compete with Gary any day and I would live to see that. He had a nervous smile, but also seemed on the verge of freaking out if I didn’t answer soon.

“May as well be a weirdo, when did he come in?” Another jock said, causing a bit of laughter around the room.

“Well… uh… I…” Of course, I was freezing up. I sighed, before getting up and standing on top of the bench. I had a good look at the room, and all the jocks inside of it. This was going to be interesting.

“My name is Pine. You want to be polite and say ‘Hi, Pine’ now.” A simple thing, maybe even nitpicky, but there were only two possible outcomes for this.

A loud “Hi, Pine” was droned in the room, and I noticed not even one of them remained silent. Nice, we’ve got the outcome where I don’t get beaten up and kicked out of the locker room by total strangers.

“Great, off to a good start! Now, I want all of you to listen very closely to what I’m going to say… you can drop your shirts, while you’re at it.” I ordered, and watched as the eleven guys in the room started lazily taking off their t-shirts, quite quickly.

Some of them were nice and muscular, others seemed to have little bellies, which was really cute. I just realized I’m so used to watching big and strong jocks, this was a nice change of style for a bit.

“So. Listen very carefully now to what I have to say. After the game, you guys are going to return here and wait for me for a little surprise chat. And while we’re at it, get your heads around the idea that you are going to start doing everything I say. Do you understand?”

This seemed quite direct and straightforward. I was worried I would need a slow or kind of weird chat to have them under and obedient, but so far it seemed quite right.

The jocks droned altogether with a robotic “We understand…”

“Great, that’s awesome.” I said, getting down from the bench. “I’ll let you dress up for the game in a bit. Just another thing…” This was going to be cheesy and weird as fuck, but here I go… “I’m your master now, and I want you guys to accept that fact by saying ‘Yes, master Pine’.”

Now that I had a few of them closer, I could see how they had the usual glassy stare and blank face. I loved this.

And to seal the deal…

“Yes, master Pine” I wanted to throw a punch to the air and celebrate, but better keep the composure, I had to repeat this with my own team now and I didn’t know if I would be lucky this time.

“Okay, now I’ll head out, and see you after the game! You’re going to want to talk with the local team in their locker room after the whole thing is over!” I said, really happy with how the first stage of the plan was going. That last order seemed a bit clunky, but they mumbled a quick affirmation, and that was all I needed.

As I headed out, I saw the blond guy that first noticed me in the room. Now that he had his shirt off, I could notice that he was pretty built. I decided to give him a bit more of attention, since he was the first one to reach out to me.

“You are going to be a very… very good boy, isn’t that right?” A pretty dumb smile formed on the guy’s face, as he nodded like an idiot. His glazed eyes gave him the perfect touch; he seemed deeply mindfucked!

“Yeaaah. Gonna be a veeeery good booy…” I noticed a little bit of saliva dripping from his mouth. Hey, I’m quite liking this guy. He’s got the spirit!

Looking around, the other guys seemed pretty zoned out too, but were slowly coming out of it and grabbing their bags. Time for me to head out!

“See you in a while” I patted the blond guy’s pec and walked out. I should ask for his name later, but he’s just a visitor so I shouldn’t really focus much energy on enslaving him. Not sure when I’ll have another chance to have these guys around.

As I looked around, wondering where the local team was, I bumped with Mike. Again. “Ow. We gotta stop finding each other like this, bro!” The big guy laughed, already in his football uniform. The armor underneath the jersey made his shoulders look even bigger than they were.

“It’s… okay. I see you’re ready for the game?” I asked, kind of surprised he was all dressed up already. I grabbed my phone and noticed it was… almost seven?! I guess I didn’t really have as much time as I would have liked.

“Yeah! Yeah, coach wanted us to get better and start heading out for the field. I thought about going to the other locker room and wishing the other guys good luck. Y’know, to try and be friendly about the fact that we’re going to kick their asses.” He finished with a proud smile. Funny, seems like he’s being a bit cockier than usual. “But I wasn’t really going to tell them that last part, only the good luck thing…” Aaaand that’s the Mikey I know!

“Maybe we should get going to the field, to avoid being late and having the coach scold you for not being there when the game starts?” Just wanting to play it safe, if he got engaged in a chat in the locker room, coach would become furious.

“Yeah… You’re probably right.” He mumbled, before he motioned me to follow him with his head. I did so, I had to go to the field anyway. Not much sense sticking around the rival team for now, just had to wait until the game is over.

“By the way, what were you doing over there? Wanted to jinx them so they would have bad luck or something?” Man, he must be really nervous about this game if he keeps thinking about ‘luck’ and all.

“Nope. I was just… looking for Gary, he told me he would be around there and I was afraid he may pull a prank on the other team.” I lied. I can’t just tell Mike ‘I was in the locker room declaring myself as their new master’, since I wanted to keep him out of this mind control thing. (Also because it sounds awfully weird).

“Yeah, no. He was in the locker room too. He may still be there, actually. Kinda weird that you want to see him but not gonna judge and all that, bro.” Mike shrugged, before wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close for a weird not-hug. “Someone has aaaaa… Actually no, that would be dumb.”

“A what? What were you going to say?” I was curious! I kinda had an idea, but I still wanted to know!

“Nothing! Nothing! Now you’ll never know, mwahaha!” Darn, and I couldn’t force the answer out of him with my powers. Not that it really matters, but my curiosity will be itching now whenever I remember this chat.

“You’re a jerk.”

“But the best jerk you’ve ever known. Riiiiight, Piney?” He pulled me even closer now, turning the thing into an uncomfortable hug now by how close we were.

“Yeaaaaah, gimme some space!” I said, trying to get him off me. I didn’t mean it in a bad way, and I think he noticed that because he kept smiling.

“You’re just lucky we’re about to reach the field! Otherwise, you would never escape my big hug!” He moved his hands in front of me, before giving a light pat on my back. “Wish me luck? Pretty please?”

“Good luck, big guy. Although you don’t really need it.” I wanted to encourage him for a bit, but actually… “In fact, when the game starts, you will get super focused and play like a pro, giving out your best while also enjoying the game. Understood?” There, some nice orders! I think that’s the first time I didn’t order someone to do something for me.

The glassy stare appeared in his face, but it faded quickly. “Thanks for the nice words, bro! See you in a while!” Mike finished, and ran back into the locker room, then out to the field.

I entered the locker room, wondering if anyone was actually still in there. Not a single soul. Okay, I should start getting ready for phase two.

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Author’s note:

Okaaaay, this was supposed to be the last chapter, but it ended up being too long so I divided it in two parts.

I’m quite proud on the rival team’s scene. It felt kinda... empty before, but I’m glad I managed to expand on that bit. Definitely one of the highlights of this chapter :p

Also, chapter 6 is available in my Patreon. Feels weird writing that again after so long, huh.

For the newcomers, don’t worry. It’s just an early access/support thing. It will go public on here and GSS next week or so :3.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thanks for reading!

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