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velvetures · 9 months

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Hi baby!! I like your writing sm it's amazing 💓💓 If RQs are open I would like to request König stealing from readers dirty panties to use when he's self pleasuring~ she finds out and confronts him and one thing leads to another and next thing you know he's got her thighs locked on the side of his head while she rides his face so he can finally taste what he's been wanting for weeks. Thank you so much I know you'll do great with this req

Do Me?... A Favor

A/N: God, I love this! I had such a great time writing this and might've needed a lil' break halfway through. This trope has a special place in my heart. (I'm mentally unwell) So I hope you enjoy! Forgive me for being so late on this. Summary: König steals your panties and does dirty things with them. You catch him, and... well... you and I both know exactly what happens after that. T/W: !!NS/FW 18+ ONLY!!!, thievery of panties, male masturbation, fem-reader, dirty talk, fantasy mentions, face riding, exhibitionism if you have 20/20 vision, fem-recieving oral, spanking?, prob missed something... I don't proofread, ya'll better know this by now.

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Extended missions with KORTAC usually meant that König would be within touching distance of you for days on end. Hearing you talk with his squad and watching you make jokes that got almost every single one of the stone-cold men melting with affection for you. There wasn’t a single one of them that didn’t absolutely adore you; Jump at the chance to help you, offer to take watches, ask to be paired with you, or just try and be the lucky one that got to either sleep with you or next to you. As Colonel, König always had his hands full maintaining order when the girl from the United States sector was sent to help them out.

On a personal level though, König struggled to hide the desperation and pathetically overwhelming feelings of jealousy he had when seeing anyone get that close to you. Having known you the longest, spent the most time alone with you, trusted you with his own mind and vice-versa, the Colonel -problematically- believed he had a bit more of a right to you than any of this men. Perhaps your own behavior towards him didn’t help out much either. So little and gutsy, you always liked teasing him. Tempting him to wrestle and always so confident you’ll win, and toying with his mask; begging so innocently to see the “handsome face” under there.

You’d been like that with him for so long, he couldn’t tell the difference between close friendship and flirting anymore. Blurring lines and also his own ability to control the compulsions to get just a little bit more of you. In any sick or twisted way he might be able to get his hands on. No man could resist your charms and beautiful little face. Especially König, who melted from a towering 6’10 to a weak and desperate boy crawling after you like a lost puppy.

He wasn’t proud of it. Then again, he didn’t care all that much. Especially when he found a way to satisfy his more carnal and disgusting desires for you that couldn’t even be tortured out of him.

In his defense, you’d been the one who started it. Calling out his name when you were in the small bathroom of the safe house and asking him to grab some clothes out of your rucksack, having forgotten to get them yourself. Half dazed knowing you were naked with just a thin, open, door between you had the Colonel making a beeline for your bag and ripping it open to do exactly what you’d asked of him.

Now… if any of his men would’ve asked him if he had a thing for panties, he would’ve very sternly disagreed with the whole idea.

But when he laid eyes on your panties, balled up and stuffed in a little side pocket in white, black, pink, and some cute patterns, the darker side of his mind slipped. Throwing him into an entirely different kind of temptation that he’d never entertained before. He’d hardly been able to deliver your clean clothes to you without incident, and spent the rest of the evening with his brain consumed with fantasies of what you looked like in all those pretty things. Surely your ass looked downright sinful with that material stretching over it and cradling your body closer than he’d ever have the opportunity to. Fuck… even your thighs would be that much more brilliant with the crease made that much more obvious by the hemline of the panties. The images kept flowing long into the night after he should’ve been asleep, his own watch hour ticking closer with each minute.

Struggling with the urge to palm his hard cock and just try to ease some of the pressure. Begging for some type of solution to his weakening self-control. König was up and headed to the bathroom, ready to take care of his painfully throbbing erection before he could even stop to think about how wrong it was to jerk himself off less than fifteen feet away from you and his men. The moment he unzipped his jeans and freed his drooling cock, his mask was shoved up so he could spit in his hand, and stuck his mask between his teeth to try and muffle his own sounds of pleasure.

Thoughts of what you’d look like gasping for breath on top of him, impaling your little body on his cock, spurred König to smear his own spit over his length. Fisting the head and rotating his palm around the tip with a deep rumble in his chest. He wished he could’ve seen you in the shower… soft skin wet and dripping with lathered soap. Rubbing those tiny hands over your body and rinsing away the sweat he’d seen soaking your shirt and running down your neck earlier during your rotation. His hazy vision cut to the shower, looking at it with a mental picture of you taking use of the handheld shower head. Putting it between your plush thighs and watching your tremor.

Only some small and purple sitting in the corner of the floor next to the bathtub froze his movements. Every muscle tensed at the sight of it, and while precum drooled from his swollen head, the Colonel couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The massive man didn’t even need to get off his seat on the toilet to pick up the delicate scrap of material and dangle it in front of his face. Taking into account his interaction with you, he couldn’t believe that your dirty underwear had fallen out of the balled up clothes you’d worn all day.

König’s cock twitched at the disturbed idea of smelling them. His body goading his mind to forgo the moral line of doing such a thing, and just do it. You wouldn’t know… his men would never find out… As long as he put them back in your rucksack before morning, there’d be no reason for anyone to question it. Besides, he was so turned on. And it wasn’t hurting anyone for him to just use a piece of your clothes to help let off some steam…

König ripped his mask off his head and let it drop to the floor next to his boot, and hesitantly lifted your panties up to barely touch he tip of his nose. The silky fabric was so damn feminine… so much like you in many ways. He rubbed them between his fingers, slowly moving his other hand up and down his cock; Nearly teasing himself with the full experience. Denying the satisfaction of experiencing your scent intimately. The otherwise self-composed Colonel couldn’t wait another moment, and buried his nose into your dirty panties with a lustful growl muffled by his hand.

His balls tightened with pure excitement, spitting more clear fluid down his shaft and filling the small bathroom with vulgar sucking sounds of his fingers sliding up and down with more desperation. Your scent was nothing short of a sweet and salty pheromone jolt of a daydream that made his brain go to nothing but static and arcs of electricity. His dick throbbed as his second inhale came as a much deeper and purposeful acceptance of this new and still very taboo action.

“F-fuucckk…” König had to whimper into your panties, his hips twitching up into his own fist.

“S-so fucking good…” Even with the very real risk of someone hearing him moaning, König continued whispering and whining his praise and pleads for you into the crotch of your panties. Going so far as to lose his willpower and reach out his tongue to feel the soft fabric and give his tastebuds one, lingering, taste of your sweet cunt. The tangy and candy-sweet remainder lingering in the threads of your panties utterly ripped König’s orgasm out of him.

His toes curling in his boots, his stomach flexing and his one fist tightening around the base of his shaft as thick and pearly release dripped hotly over veins and the between his balls before dripping in quiet drops onto the floor. The Colonel sat for full minutes, working over himself slowly and hiding his panting breath against your used underwear. He felt so goddamn monstrous for using you like this. Going behind your back and cumming over his fist like an animal in rut. Denying just how good of a release he had wasn’t possible either though. Not only had his most recent solo attempts been miserably unsatisfying, but his most horrific thought after cleaning up his evidence was that he wanted nothing more than to pocket your panties and keep them.

The Colonel blamed his own rotation on watch as the reason behind why he pocketed your panties instead of putting them back in your rucksack.

Two days later, you were still quietly in search of your panties that had apparently disappeared into thin air. You’d turned your bag inside out, went through the bathroom at least five times, and checked every other room of the safe house thinking someone might’ve found them and just tossed them somewhere they believed you’d see them. Searching came up with zero sign of your panties, and you felt like you were going insane. Not that it really mattered if they were gone… You had packed plenty of spares in the case you -for some reason- needed two back-ups for every day you were gone and couldn’t buy more. It was more so just the simple fact that you’d been so unobservant to misplace a pair of bright, purple, fucking panties.

Being surrounded by nothing but men only added to your silent mortification.

“You alright Sergeant?” One of the KORTAC guys paired on your rotation nudged your shoulder with his elbow, drawing your attention back to the -quite serious- task at hand.

“You look a little distracted, everything okay?” The look on his face made you think he was concerned that the cold weather was getting to you.

You shook your head. “M’fine. Just lost something, and I can’t fucking find it anywhere.”

He chuckled, adjusting his rifle against his chest. “Something important?”

“No. Not at all,” You sighed, seeing your breath fog up in front of your view of the forest and the heavy snowfall. “Just can’t figure out where it went and I’ve turned the whole house over.”

The Lieutenant at your side looked back towards the edge of the perimeter and then back to you with a little shrug. “Well, i suppose you could go in early. Get warm and have another look around. You’ve already had more shifts than plenty of the other guys.” He patted you on the back and jerked his head back in the direction of the safe house and outlying buildings.

You couldn’t help but grin under your face mask, eyes squinting to show your appreciation and giving him a quick ‘thanks’ before jogging back through the snow. You passed a few of the other guys out on rounds and either waved or called out a short word or two so as to let them know you’d come in for a few hours. Typically König was the one who dictated the different schedules to ensure no one got left out in the snow too long. Kicking off the frozen slush and snow off your boots, you waddled yourself inside and set out to get warmed up and find the Colonel.

Maybe he’s seen my underwear… You muse a bit mortified, unclipping your heavy overalls and yanking your tac vest over your head. God, it was a thought that made you shiver not just from the cold nipping at the wet cuffs of your winter layers and damp socks.

It wasn’t very secret that you had a very soft spot for König. He was just so damn sweet to you, and might’ve always given you a little bit of preferential treatment when you got sent to KORTAC on collaborating missions. Whether he did it because of his belief that you were a woman -and much smaller- than any of his men, or maybe for a more personal motive, you didn’t know. Really having the courage to bring up the topic was extremely intimidating. Joking around and teasing the massively tall and handsome solider was one thing. Asking him to lay out how he truly felt about you as more than an occasional partner was very different.

By the time you’d changed into some dry and comfortable clothes to hang out in for the rest of the evening, you noticed that the few guys lingering in the living room had left out. Leaving you alone, with the entire couch to yourself and a quiet house that gave leeway for a really good nap right in front of the wood-burning stove blaring heat right at you. Thank god for the KORTAC guys being so nice to you, and making sure that you didn’t have a hell-on-earth experience for your first winter in Russia.

You’d not really even gotten settled on the couch when you heard a somewhat loud thump from down on the other end of the house. Nearly like a head or hand smacking against the wall in one of the little rooms -made bedrooms- once you’d all arrived a little over a week ago. It didn’t happen again, and trying to just ignore whatever fools the guys could be making out of themselves outside to make that sort of noise, you just went ahead and closed your eyes again.

Thump.

Your eyes snapped open and stared at the ceiling, tuning your ears to the sounds emanating from the far end of the house. You waited patiently, and a third heavy and thud met your ears. Immediately you were up and on your feet, standing in the entry to the hallway leading that way, seeing that only one door was halfway shut, and it was König’s room at the very end. Eyebrows furrowed and hands resting on your hips, you stared at the door waiting for some kind of sign as to what exactly was happening. Surely one of the others weren’t setting up some kind of prank for the Colonel to come back to… right?

Oh god… he’d be soo mad. We’d all get ripped new asses if that happened.

And it wouldn’t have been the first time you’d faced König’s wrath for nothing more than someone thinking a harmless prank was acceptable. Even if the Colonel was extremely lenient on you, he wasn’t to be toyed with. He was a hard and cold man when it was called of him, and you really didn’t want to risk being thrown back out in the snow within the next twelve hours. What had your feet moving was another small and muffled sound, almost like a clipped and high-pitched sort of thing. It didn’t settle right, and you’d got to the door and pushed it open just a few more inches to tell whoever was in the Colonel’s room to get the fuck out.

You were the one struck speechless.

Through the small gap in the door and frame, you saw none other than König laying on the too-small cot with his shoulders propped up against the wall, mask rucked up over the bottom half of his face, and a distinct, purple, material pressed against his mouth and nose. The sensation of your heart and stomach jumping into your throat nearly choked you of oxygen. You could hardly drag your eyes away from his massive hand teasing his thick and hard cock. Once again, that thud reverberated through the room and it was nothing more than the erotic sight of him throwing his head back against the drywall with an -almost- silenced moan.

“Jesus Christ…” The whispered words fell from your awestruck mouth before you could stop yourself. Breathless, but damn sure loud enough for the Colonel to hear you and his dark eye to snap right to where you’d been peeking through the doorway. His whole body stiffened, and his hand stopped. Even dropping your dirty panties right into his lap. The purple fabric fluttering down to rest at the base of him.

“Shit!” You gasped, turning right around and hiding your face in your hands.

You could hear fabric shuffling and enough of a panicked movement to realize König planned on at least talking to you. Somehow having the sheer guts to not immediately act like nothing had ever happened. You heart thumped right at the back of your throat for what felt like and eternity before you heard the door behind your creak open and the distinct pattern of labored breathing. You jumped when his massive hand rested on your shoulder, nudging you to turn around.

“W-we… need to talk,” He mutters downright guilty. “About, what you just - just saw.” Swallowing the massive wave of conflicting feelings welling up in your mind, stomach, and in your pussy, you nod your head and wait until your hear König walk back into the bedroom before turning around and walking through the door to face him.

Right away your eyes fall down to his belt and take note of the -very large and still very hard- outline of his erection straining against his belt and the zipper of his jeans. Your face flushed bright red, realizing he’d pinned his cock beneath the leather strap around his waist to keep it as under control as possible. Before you could draw your eyes away, one of his hands falls down to shield his arousal, and you hear him clear his throat nervously. It draws your attention back up to his re-masked face. Noticing his eye darting anywhere but your eyes and the rise and fall of his wide shoulders. Comparing reactions, it seems that the Colonel is far more effected than you are.

Maybe you weren’t as… upset as you should be.

“I must apologize for my… disturbing behavior,” He blurts out with a raspy tone, visually shrinking a bit. “I… can’t begin to…” Trailing off, you watch him rub at the back of his neck, in thought and obviously tense.

“I just couldn’t help but - you’re just so…”

Eyebrows furrowed and your interest piqued, you take a step closer; Seeing your used panties tucked under his pillow and a small little glimpse of purple peeking out. Screams in the back of your mind make the very dangerous assumption that he’s still somewhat possessive over the item. It makes the growing wetness in your panties more significant, forcing your to flex your thighs together.

“I’m so, what?” You press softly, your head tilting up at him with the shortening gap between you.

The Colonel audibly swallows, “So… pretty.” You’ve never heard such a whimpering and weak sound from him. Almost like it’s a desperate thought he couldn’t help but admit to you. It stokes a fire inside your belly, and you’re very quick to push just a little more.

“So you stole dirty panties?” A low, gravelly whine escapes from under his mask as shakes his head.

“They were on the floor… And I was so frustrated, I didn’t mean for you find out. I just - just needed to know…” His voice stiffens, but he’s still struggling to defend his actions, and not totally own up to the fact that you’d caught him using your scent to get himself off.

“How many times have you used them, Colonel?” Your voice lowers a little, pussy clenching in anticipation of his answer; Fluttering wet walls that silently beg for more stimulation than the pressure your thighs can provide.

König squirms where he stands, sighing heavily. “Six. Six times… Fuck, I’m so sorry.” His head drops in guilt that actually squeezes your chest with sympathy. He’d always held the biggest piece of your heart, and seeing him so hard on himself for being -not only human- but having been no more desiring for you than you’d been for him… you just couldn’t stand letting him do this anymore.

“Well that just won’t do, will it?” You’re pulling your sweatshirt over your head and dropping it on the floor before König can look up and register what you’re doing. Halfway through pushing your pants down your thighs, you hear a sharp gasp and a little grunt of a sound.

“What are you doing?” His voice has flattened, and you peek up to see his wide eyes roaming all over your exposed skin. You just smile, standing there in a soft bralette and some panties and shrug like this wasn’t making your knees quake under your weight.

“I’m gonna give you fresh pair.” You lick your lips nervously, slipping your fingers under the waistband and begin to tug them down.

“Wait!” He almost shouts, taking a couple steps closer to you and grabbing your wrists to keep you from moving. “F-fuck… just, hold on a second.” He’s panting heavily, staring at you with dilated eyes.

For a long moment, you just stand there feeling his hot skin burning against your own. Silently staring at each other like trying to read the other’s thoughts without attempting to just do it the easy way and ask. You can smell the mint of his toothpaste and that all-too-comforting scent of sandalwood lingering on his body from some kind of cologne or deodorant you’d never quite seen him apply. You’re about to ask him a question when you feel his fingers trailing down your inner wrists towards your hips, and finally resting on the waistband of your panties. Heavy hands being much more gentle than you’d ever experienced, raising chills on your massive expanse of bared skin.

“Can I…?”

His eyes dart between his hands and your eyes with such an innocent look that you’re nodding your head before you actually think it through. Implicit trust had always made you and the Colonel a good pair on the field. Never pausing to think there might be a day like today were you’d test just how good things cold be in the bedroom. He’s down on one knee and nearly eye-level with you, fingers rubbing the fabric withholding the ultimate of your intimate regions… His face so close that it’s brushing against you stomach. Steadying yourself, you grab ahold of his shoulder; Needing some kind of grounding since you can’t really feel your bare feet on the freezing cold floor.

Squeezing the meat of your hips, the Colonel hisses.

“Always thought you were the tiniest thing… Wanted to know how someone so small could be so deadly,” His teasing evolved into slowly pulling at your underwear. Dragging them over the swell of your ass and leaving them there for a moment.

“Lucky me, knowing better than anyone how you can kill a man so slowly.”

He’s slow but purposeful in pulling your panties down your legs, his head following them instead of taking the first look at your bared skin. Reverently, he picks up your bare feet one-by-one and helps you out of the material, immediately rubbing the fabric between his long fingers. Your stomach drops when you realize that he’s purposefully feeling the crotch. Giving away the sheer arousal you’d collected there in mere minutes. It should’ve bothered you, made embarrassment floor your system. Only it just proved to make your legs feel weak under you. Almost visually shaking when the Colonel slid your panties under the hem of his hood.

“Want to tase what I do to you,” He murmured, giving you the exact answer of how pressed you were to find out what was happening under that bleached t-shirt of a shield.

“Need you to watch me…” Your cunt clenched hearing him sound so broken.

Nodding dumbly, your gaze never left König’s eyes. Seeing his heavy lids close, just to open back up drunkenly with a low groan that nearly penetrated your very bones. Wet sucking sounds emanating from under the mask, his tongue lapping at your soaked gusset and leaving no question as to just how fucking hungry he was for it. Spit-covered cotton sucked dry by one of the most powerful and intimidating men on the face of the planet; Down on a knee in front of you and literally lost to your taste. Lips parted and awestruck, you tried to force some words out.

“You look so hot like that, sir.” Breathless, it’s clear just how much it’s effecting you too.

Using his title has his eyes snapping up to you. Dark and dilated pupils, wide shoulders rising and falling quickly, and one hand still circled around your ankle to prevent your -impossible- escape from him. The Colonel is off his knee and has you lifted off the ground with only one arm before you can blink. Spinning you around and dropping you down on his cot; His massive body looming over yours. Downright terrifying save for the sight of your pink underwear hanging limply in his fist. That intimidating shadow of his erection -somehow- bigger than before, twitches against his belt. You’re driving him wild sitting so innocently with your thighs clenched together on his bed. Looking like you hadn’t the slightest idea just how badly he wanted to utterly destroy you right there and now.

“Sergeant?” Maintaining his composure takes every last fiber of concentration. Seeing your head tilt to the side in silent question and anticipation nearly doubles the weight of his balls.

“You must be so needy. Waiting so patiently for someone to give you satisfaction,” He steps closer, hips less than a foot away from you. Tempting your baser instincts to lean forward and swipe your tongue over a wet spot resting just over the tip of his cock.

“Your sweet cunt tastes like she’s been neglected… Have you been neglected Sergeant?” Almost mocking, you can’t begin to challenge him. Right away your nodding your head, flexing your thighs and crossing your ankles to attempt some small relief of pressure.

“König - I -” You’re fumbling for the right words when he chuckles lowly, bending just far enough to place his palms on across your thighs and squeeze just a little.

Meeting your forehead with his own, you’re right back to where you always felt with him. Safe and like he somehow understood everything about you without ever asking. Unique to König, he could always tell when something was wrong or you just weren’t quite on your game for some reason or another. You always thought it’s what made you such a good pair. And if you had to admit it, you’d have thought you knew just about everything about him too; But now after this, there’s a question lingering if all of his sweetness was just out of friendship, or something much more significant swirling around behind that shroud of a mask. Either way, you wanted to find out more. Get closer and explore the Colonel in a way you’d never believed possible.

“If you want this… me,” Just above a mere whisper, he paused to look between the small gap withholding you from him. “I need you to say so, meine perle.” Hearing your longstanding pet name in this connotation felt so very different, yet so much more impactful than on just your feeling of standard closeness. Giving you the suspicion that König hadn’t just thought it was a simple throwaway nickname.

“Please, please. I want you.” Your answer feels confident. Specifically choosing to ask for him, and him alone.

König met your lips with heavy intention. Cradling your neck with one hand and leaning your weight back against the bed; All the while crawling overtop of you. You could barely taste your own tangy arousal on his tongue, fighting for the chance to take the other fully. While König did try to resist your little bites at his bottom lip and your fingers prying at his shirt, it didn’t take long for him to finally happily give up. Rolling onto his back and pulling you to straddle him. Helping you along with the subtle movement of your bare cunt against his clothed cock and the ridges of his zipper.

“Mm,” He pulled away from you far too soon, admiring you sitting atop him so delicately. Pink cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and a look in your eyes that made his whole body truly feel desired ****************and appreciated. Maybe even loved.

“Come here, meine perle. Let me give you everything you want.” Pulling your head down to meet his lips one last time, you sighed.

Sinking against him with so many fuzzy feelings of happiness and surreal recognitions of just how crazy this was. Of how one single change of your day had brought you to König’s room.

“Süßes Mädchen, ich will dich probieren..” It was the last coherent thing you could remember König saying as he effortlessly pulled your bare cunt closer to his face with an utterly wrecked look on his face and his tongue licking at his lips.

Hip flexors and thighs quivering, you could hardly keep your eyes focused on the Austrian below you. With your legs spread and framing his head and his hot palms cradling the entirely of your ass to keep you from squirming too much, König had spent the better part of half and hour with his tongue buried in your cunt. Snarling and growling like a hungry dog who’s chain had finally snapped. Between your almost totally fried nerves and the nudge of his thick nose rubbing against your clit while tongue-fucking your hole, you’d nearly pleaded and moaned yourself mute with a sore throat. ail scratches had been scraped into the drywall in front of you, and the strength in your legs had long faded into boneless mush that König hardly needed the endurance to hold steadily. The Colonel had been nothing but painfully patient and determined to give your more orgasms than your body could withstand.

You’d been ordered to count them, and it’d never been more challenging to count to four.

“Bitte meine Perle, komm, fick mein gesicht.” You never wanted to follow an order so badly. But fuck if you came again, you weren’t sure you’d ever resurface from the sensation. The previous had almost left you sitting full-weight on his face and blacked out in overwhelming pleasure. Mentally preparing wasn’t an option though. König wasn’t stopping for anything. Including your weak whimpers and whines that protested the command despite your desire to listen to him as closely as possible.

“C-can’t do it again-” Your voice cracks pathetically.

A loud crack of his palm smacking against the flesh of your ass releases a guttural moan from you. Spanking you firmly for the denial, and nipping at your swollen and abused little clit in punishment. You whine again, knowing your choice in the matter is being denied. König’s hunger for your release dripping out from the corners of his mouth motivates him to wrap his lips around your swollen bud and suck. Using the tip of his tongue to flick against the painfully sensitive end. That movement had brought you to release the first time, and it worked just as efficiently again to rip your pleasure out of your body right into the Colonel’s waiting mouth.

Your shaking and tears being to roll over your cheeks as König uses his own strength to help ride you through the aftershocks that cause your thighs to tremor and your stomach to flex and waver. The only somewhat meaningful things you’re able to do is use one hand to run your fingers through his hair and try to keep yourself grounded to the cot and König. By the time you feel sensation in your toes again, König has already gotten you settled back in his lap with his massive arms snaked around your bare body, holing you tight against his chest.

You feel slickness not just of your own between your thighs, looking up at the Colonel with a question tugging at your eyebrows. There was no mistaking that König had finished some time through your turn and he’d either been really good at hiding it, or you’d been totally inconsiderate of noticing.

“Schön, meine Perle. Das hast du so gut gemacht,” His wet lips press to your forehead reassuringly.

“Did perfectly, so good at following orders.” His hands cradle your flushed cheeks carefully.

Thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sliding up until he can wipe the sheen of sweat clinging in the hair of your eyebrows. You look downright angelic to him like this. Raptured by nothing more than his own desire to give you everything he possibly could of his physical and emotional being. Giving himself the most intimate position to see just what he’d fantasized about for so long. You, being loved by him. Adored just for being yourself. Pleasured, because you deserved it.

“König… didn’t you..?” Your little pants and confused look made him smile, leaning forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

He chuckled lowly against your mouth. “I did. Twice, actually.” He pecked the tip of your nose like a little praise for you.

You weren’t in any shape to fuss with the Austrian, however you did your best to put up a fight. “Let me… I wanna give you-”

“I’ve had just enough to satiate me for now,” His voice rasped a bit. “Besides, my men will be coming in for shift changes. And I don’t have enough faith in either of us to stay that quiet, meine perle.”

It was your turn to go shy and quiet, looking towards the shut -and locked- bedroom door, but forgetting that you weren’t the only two people in the area. Actually, thee was a good chance many of the men could’ve heard you making little to no effort to quiet yourself. One glance at the Colonel still holding you close to him, and you must’ve given him some sort of expression because he started laughing softly again.

“Kein Problem. Meine Männer reden nicht über uns.” You believed him.

But it was still a little intimidating. Now that it seemed everything was out it in the open, you had a lot of questions about what was going to happen, how things would work between you, or if there was even a possibility of somethingserious. The observant Colonel didn’t miss a single beat of your heart in that moment.

“Das bedeutet nicht, dass ich ihnen keinen Gesprächsstoff gebe, meine Perle,” His head nudged yours sweetly, despite his very flirty tone. “I’d like to keep you to myself. That is… if you’re okay with that?”

Nothing could stop the grin that spread onto your face.

“Ich liebe es, dein zu sein, mein König,” You wrapped you arms around his neck, kissing his ear softly. “Auch wenn du mein Höschen stiehlst.”

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magics-neptunes-things · 5 months

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Impossible Love Resists Best

Hi guys ♥

First of all, can we talk about this gif please?

It’s from this request that I received like an eternity ago, sorry?

Summary : How to survive when your super-protective-intrusive older sister aka Patri Guijarro discovers that you have an affair with one of your teammates.

TW : Swearing, !GuijarroReader

Enjoy and tell me what you think about this one :)

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We can’t really say that Patri is the one you better get along with between your other brothers and sisters. Even if you were born two years after her, you don’t have quite the same tempter. You were four children in the family and the only thing that brought you and Patri together was football. You never liked seeing her meddle in your affairs or wanting to control every parts of your life.

So when she found herself playing at FC Barcelona in 2015, you were pretty relieved. You chose Atletico Madrid some months after her departure, just to stay in Spain but not follow her steps. Your call to the Spanish national team, however, more or less forced you to play together from time to time. When your contract with Atletico ended and you had to make a choice, you hesitated for a long time before accepting the offer from Barcelona. Seeing your sister every day honestly made you hesitate a lot. It was one thing to support her at family celebrations, but it was another to have her in everyday life.

So, before you agreed, you asked Alexia Putellas for advice. You play together on the national team and she knows Patri very well. You knew Alexia would take your opinion into consideration and think about the well-being of her team before anything else. After much discussion with her, you finally agreed and arrived in Barcelona in the summer of 2022.

And finally, everything went rather well. You didn’t spend too much time with your sister, preferring to train with Salma, Ingrid and Mapi or Lucy. Unlike Patri, you went to the World Cup in Australia and even though it caused some tense discussions between you two, it never changed your way of seeing things.

Apart from the ideals and your desire to change things, you had to admit that there was something else that made you want to fly to kangaroo country. I mean, someone.

This someone who wakes up gently at your side, opening her delicious chocolate eyes.

You and Ona met during your first selection for the Spanish adult team. It wasn’t until after Euro 2022 that you got together. A sweet way to console yourself for your defeat. But, concerned about your sister’s reaction, you decided to keep this relationship hidden. When Ona was still in Manchester, it wasn’t too complicated. You talked a lot by messages or by Facetime and since the Federation used to always make the same pairs for hotel rooms, you took the opportunity to find yourself at those times.

You were afraid that Ona’s arrival in Barcelona would change things, but not at all. The beautiful brunette took an apartment five minutes walk from yours, finding you the excuse to carpool very often. Nobody suspected that if you came together sometimes, it was because you spent the night together. In truth, since Ona is in the same city as you are, you have trouble spending time away from her.

"Holà" Ona mumble before turning in her back to stretch her body.

Her movement brings down the sheet on her body and you don't hesitate to let your eyes slide on her. When you go up to her eyes, she arched an amused eyebrow and you offer her a guilty smile.

"Don’t start like this, or we will never get there on time"

"I’m not even sorry"

You give her an angelic smile that makes her laugh and you get closer to her to curl up against her, your head on her chest. The regular beating of her heart makes you doze again, unless it's her nails that massage your skull. You hums and close your eyes, getting yourself comfortable.

"Do you have anything to do today? After training?"

"Pina is planning to kidnapp me to go shopping"

You roll your eyes as Ona giggle. You hate shopping. You hate looking for something for hours, only to realize that what you liked is no longer available in the right size. You hate people in stores who go half crazy and having to lug a dozen bags to your parked car 20 minutes walk away makes you want to kill someone.

"And you?"

"Nothing, maybe I'll go see my parents"

You hums one more time and begin to stroke Ona's arm. This is maybe your favorite part of her body, you have a thing with her arms and hands. You both stay like this for twenty minutes, before you need to prepare yourself for training. Like many other times, you arrive together in the car park and go together to the changing rooms. But, in order not to draw the attention of your teammates to your relationship, you and Ona decided to spend as much time together visually as with others. Because outside of FC Barcelona, it’s clear that Ona is the one you spend the most time with.

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Celebrating a team victory at a local bar, you find yourself stuck between Mapi and Lucy. Usually you refuse this kind of party, knowing that Patri is there almost every time. And besides, Ona has a reputation for leaving early, so she can discreetly join you at home without it appearing strange. The only time you left one of these parties together, you were surprised by Alexia while you were kissing in Ona’s car, unable to keep your hands to yourself after restricting yourself all evening. The blond was looking for you to give you back the jacket you had forgotten.

This makes her the only person who knows about your relationship and she promised not to get involved, even though she advised you to talk to Patri before she found out for herself.

You were drinking alcohol-free cocktail, not wanting to have a headache tomorrow morning.

"I'm booooored" Mapi whines, letting herself go of the backrest. "I need an occupation. Why don’t we find you someone, Mini-Guijarro?"

You grimace at the nickname you hate, seeing Ona tense on her chair a few meters from you. Not wanting to be the second Guijarro, you actually go with your first name on your jersey for example.

"Go dancing with your girlfriend, you dork" you answer smiling at Mapi, sipping your drink.

"Are you annoying my little sister?" Patri ask sitting on the free chair in front of you. "That’s one thing I have reserved for myself, you know?"

Mapi laugh as you roll your eyes. The blonde sits more upright and leans on the table explaining her action plan to Patri.

"I thought we could find someone for your sister."

"Are you joking? She’s a baby" Patri replies coldly, killing the fun.

"What are you talking about? She’s not a 12 years old anymore"

Your frown and take a quick look at Ona. She's looking at you too, but like some other girl around your table. Mapi had raised an eyebrow and Patri was about to respond to her before Lucy does it first.

"Why don’t you stop talking about her like she’s not here?"

Both decided not to add anything, at least for the first few seconds. This gives you time to shoot a look and a smile to thanks Lucy, who answers you with a wink.

It’s exactly for this kind of thing that you never talked about your relationship with Ona to Patri and for which you never talked about your love life with her. She knows you have a preference for women, but that’s all. She never even knew the name of one of your girlfriends. Not that you’ve had dozens, but still.

"Do you know she’s a footballer and not a nun, at least?"

Mapi comes back, getting your sister’s attention and you sigh.

"What do you mean?"

Looking kind of angry, Patri crossed her arms on her chest and looks at Mapi with a bad air. Mapi seems determined to change her mind and let you have a sentimental life, perhaps imagining that Patri’s opinion has already prevented you from doing something.

"She’s young, pretty hot and I’m sure that if she wanted to she’d walk out of here with several phone numbers."

"Just because you used to sleep around at the time doesn’t mean everyone does. And don't go there or I'm sure Ingrid would love to learn that you call one of your common friend hot."

Mapi’s amused look becomes a black stare and you decide that the line had been crossed. You get up from your seat, glaring at your sister, raising your voice maybe a little too much than you hopped.

"Enough. Can you stop two minutes of disrespecting people, Patri? I do what I want, when I want, with whom I want. It's not for you to say what is good for me, as if you were interested enough in me for that, other than to remind me all the time that you do everything better than me. You’re just so pathetic. Leave me the fuck alone."

Moving away from the table, you realize that Ona is no longer in her seat but you find her leaning on the bar, in the company of others of your teammates. Going through the dance floor, you intercept Ingrid and advise her to go and get her girlfriend before her and your sister kill each other. Then you finally join the bar and settle down next to Ona.

You meddle in the discussion a few minutes before discreetly shifting your attention to Ona. Your hand found her fingers under the bar and you clenched them discreetly to draw her attention to you.

"Are you okay?" you ask her gently.

"Yeah. The comment about your sentimental possibilities was a little too much"

You make a grimace, frustrated not to be able to take her in your arms to reassure her properly. You stay immersed in her eyes for a few more moments and you realize that you no longer want to stay. You want to go home, your sister’s behavior has greatly annoyed you and you want to talk about it to Ona, too.

"As soon as someone leave, we're leaving too" you decide.

Ona nods and she had the time to finish her drink before Lucy and Aitana decided to leave. You jump at the chance and tell the others that you’re coming home too, followed by Ona. The four of you go out after saying your goodbyes, yourself carefully avoided your sister’s gaze, and it is with great relief that you breathe fresh air from the outside. Ona and you said goodbye to the two others women and went to your car.

"My sister is the dumbest person on earth" you groan angrily, barely the door of the car closed behind you.

Ona smiled sympathetically, but said nothing. She didn’t want to add fuel to the fire, knowing how tense your relationship with Patri has been since you were little. It’s not the first time you’ve complained about it and you’ve already told her a lot. But the way she’s behaving with you makes you half crazy, not to mention she’s even starting to talk badly to your mutual friends now. Mapi and Patri being apparently still in the bar when you left, you imagined that Ingrid’s intervention must have been saving the night.

You relax a little when you feel Ona’s hand on yours. She searches for some seconds on her phone a playlist that will suit you both and the rest of the trip is done in silence. You obviously notice that your girlfriend is also lost in her thoughts, but you prefer to wait until you are at home to question her.

When you arrive home, you both go to the kitchen to drink a glass of water before making a jump in the bathroom to shower before returning to your bedroom. There, you draw Ona against you and you let a new silence settle. You shiver when you feel her draw random shapes on the skin of your belly and even if the feeling is more than pleasant, you decide to attract her attention by raising her chin in your direction.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I was just wondering what would happen the day Patri heard about us" Ona said, shrugging.

"You saw what she said earlier, it’s clear that she will take it badly."

You sigh and gently shake your head. She’s your sister, she’s supposed to want your happiness, right?

"Yes, that’s, okay. But us?"

"I don’t understand your question Hermosa"

Eyebrows slightly gathered, you watch Ona sit on your lap and you automatically place your hands on her thighs.

"I’m going to ask you the most selfish question in the world." Ona looks embarrassed, but you smile at her and beckon to continue. "If she tells you to stop our relationship, what would you do?"

The answer seems obvious to you, but you quickly realize that in Ona’s mind this is not necessarily the case. Perhaps it comes from the fact that his parents and brother have never behaved in a way other than that of a loving and supportive family.

"I'm not going to listen Ona, obviously. This option isn't even a possibility."

"Really?"

"Really."

With this you smile and draw her against you again to put your lips on hers. The shyness displayed on your girlfriend’s face squeezes your heart and you resent Patri a little more to impose this kind of doubts. During the kiss your hand is placed on her cheek and you caress her tenderly with your thumb when you speak again.

"I don’t want to lose you, Ona"

"Me neither, Princesa"

********

The next morning, it’s with a better mood that you wake up. When you look at your phone, you realize that your sister tried to call you last night, but you decide to ignore this information for now. You put on an underwear and a t-shirt of Ona, trying not to make any noise and not to wake up the pretty brunette who still sleeps peacefully. You know she usually wakes up quickly once you’re out of bed, but you still have hope that you can make her breakfast before she joins you.

You rummage through your kitchen, realizing it might be time to go shopping, but you end up finding everything you need. The avocado toasts are ready and you were finishing your scrambled eggs when Ona startles you by jumping on your back. The cry you utter is far from advantageous to you, but you cannot hold back your smile when you hear Ona’s laughters.

"Don’t scare me like that!"

"Sorry" she laughs again before putting a kiss on your cheek and coming down from your back.

You cast an amused glance at her before turning in her direction with a plate in each hand.

"Mrs’s breakfast is served"

"It’s Miss until I’m married, thank you" she smirks, taking her plate from your hand.

"Watch out, Batlle."

She stick out her tongue at you and you roll your eyes before following her on the sofa in the living room, where you have the habit of having breakfast, with a music channel on. The discussion between you two is easy and playful, plans to go to the beach being even made since you have the day off. As a local, Ona knows exactly where to go to avoid the world. And doing a little road has never been disturbing for you. You love your trips with your cars, make with laughter and songs of your adolescence shouted out loud.

Your plates and glasses finished, you turn to Ona.

"Have you eaten enough?"

You ask while looking at her, lazily stretching. The dishes will wait a little while before being made.

"Not really" said Ona in a dreamy way. "I think I wouldn’t mind a dessert"

You barely have time to realize what she means that she jumps on you (literally) and you find yourself lying all along on the couch, your hands stuck in Ona’s above your head.

"Oh. This kind of dessert" you laugh, although your laugh get stuck in your throat when you feel her lying on you to deposit open-mouth kisses in the hollow of your neck.

She knows exactly what to do and you feel waves of shivers and heat running through your entire body. You lose your feet when you feel her add bites to her kisses, not enough to leave marks, but enough to set your skin on fire.

You finally manage to free your hands and this manage to satisfy your need to feel Ona’s skin on yours. The t-shirt she was wearing found itself carelessly thrown on the ground somewhere, soon followed by yours. The warmth of her body against your skin gives you incredible sensations and you let her body slide between your legs to feel her even closer to you. Grabbing her head with both of your hands, you kiss her, trying to show her all the emotions she makes you feel. Judging by the moan she lets out, it must be pretty convincing.

Your living room being the first thing visible once the front door of your apartment is passed, it would have been almost impossible to try to hide somewhere. You know you would have tried anyway if you had realized earlier that your front door was opening. Yet you and Ona just have time to turn your heads to find out that the intruder is no one but your sister. To whom you had the stupidity to give the double of your keys, on the insistence of your mother.

Your first reflex is to roll Ona behind you and sit in front of her to hide her nakedness, not particularly wanting your sister to see your girlfriend like that.

"What are you doing here?" you ask.

The number of times Patri has set foot here is counted on the fingers of the hand. That she passed without even taking the time to warn you is surprising, but the one who is the most surprised of the three is probably Patri herself. Wide-eyed, she seems about to drop the paper bag with the logo of the local bakery.

You take advantage of her shock to pick up your t-shirts and get dressed and that’s where Patri restarts. You even wonderif she realized in the first instance that the person with whom you were exchanging a kiss qualified Pegi 18 was actually Ona.

"What the fuck is going on here?!"

She’s angry, of course. The bag of the bakery is thrown on a piece of furniture and when you hear her raise your voice, you get up from the sofa to be at her height. By an alignment of the stars you are taller than her by a few centimeters and you thank the nature of this gift, knowing how impressive Patri can be when she's angry.

"Don’t yell at me, you’re at my house, not yours"

"Shut up! You’re so stupid. Just to stand up to me about last night you had to take someone home? And one of our other teammates?"

The statement is so unexpected that you find yourself speechless for a few seconds. You never imagined for a second that your sister would think that you and Ona were just a one-night stand. But it's especially the fact that she imagines that it turns once again around her that annoys you.

"Out of all the girls in the bar you chose Ona? How can you be so immature?"

"And I'm the immature one now"

You’re laughing, nervously of course. You are so angry that you feel your hands shake, but you manage to keep a certain degree of calm when you feel Ona gently settling her arm on you. Over your shoulder, you look at her. You would have preferred to announce your relationship to your sister in better conditions, but since we were there…

However, it's Patri who speaks before you, speaking directly to Ona.

"What about you? Are you crazy or what? My little sister? Let go of her Ona or I swear that you will regret it"

Yeah, you know you’re not doing the right thing either. But the tone she speaks to the woman you love is even worse than the one she spoke to Mapi last night. And that’s all it takes to get you started.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that" you said to her sharply while bypassing the coffee table to face her.

"I came to apologize for speaking badly to you last night, but I would have been better off getting hit by a car apparently"

She keeps screaming and it starts to get on your nerves.

"This idea is tempting to me" you spit

You try to maintain your anger by talking to her coldly, teeth clenched. You feel Ona moving behind you, standing without really knowing what to do. Her presence, however, allows you to realize that it would be better to continue to try to explain yourself rather than respond to Patri’s provocations. So you take a deep breath before speaking again.

"Look, listen to me. It's not what it look like, I k-"

"Yeah, like you two weren't about to fuck on your couch."

Two seconds of astonished silence followed her sarcasm, while you realized that you correctly understood what she just said. And, so suddenly that neither Ona nor Patri had time to realize what was happening, you grab your sister by the collar of her t-shirt to get her out of your house.

"Get. Out."

You raised your voice too and push her out of your apartment with all your strength. You slam the door in her head, then grab her damn bag of croissant, open the door again to throw it in her face and slam it one more time. The neighbors will be happy.

********

Lying on the couch in Ona’s apartment after an intense workout, you’re both watching your new passion series on Netflix. You haven’t looked at your sister or spoken to her for more than a week now and you still as mad at her. You and Ona informed Alexia of the turn of events and after a long discussion with her, you decided to gradually let your teammates know about your relationship.

Most were surprised to learn this, but after seeing the different pieces of the puzzle put together, it didn't seem improbable to them. For her part, Lucy laughed, saying that she already knew and that you were not very discreet when it came to ogling the other. And Mapi slapped you in the back, certifying that you had very good taste. It made you roll your eyes and laughed Ona, but overall you are rather relieved of everyone’s reactions. Even management and the team committee were briefed and made no comments.

There was only Patri.

"I knew he was cheating on her. What a son of a bitch" grumbles Ona, eyes fixing on the screen while lying against you.

You smile and slide your lips into her hair while shifting your attention to the screen. Despite your respective fears, Patri’s behavior didn't distance you, quite the contrary. Your way of doing things hasn't changed during training or matches, both wishing to keep a distance between your professional life and your personal life.

"Language, young lady" you sing before kissing her scalp again.

You are interrupted in your viewing by your phone which starts to vibrate on the coffee table, attracting your attention. You decided not to answer, before the name of the person trying to reach you appeared. "Papi". You frown, extending your arm to grab your phone. Your dad’s not one to call, just texting with dozens of emoji every text.

After putting the episode on Pause, Ona turns on you so that she is lying on her stomach to be able to look at you. Your concern must be seen since she's also frowning.

"Holà?"

"Holà mija" your father calmly answers you, as if you were calling each other every night.

"What's happening?" you asks, not wanting to lose time.

"Nothing, I just wanted to hear you. It's been a while."

"Do I have to remind you who I got my poor lying qualities from?" you ask while bowing an eyebrow.

At the other end of the line, your father laughs softly and this makes you smile despite everything. Always a little lost, Ona questions you with a look. Unable to give her additional information at the moment, you shrug and replace tenderly one of the strands of her bun.

"Maybe, but you have your football skills from me"

"Sure. So, what's up?"

"Well... Patri called."

"Oh."

Here we are. You roll your eyes and put your phone on speakers, allowing your girlfriend to listen to the conversation. After all, she was as involved in the story as you.

"What did Lady Patri say?"

"She said that you had a fight about a random girl and that you threw her out of your apartment. And that since this day you weren't talking to her."

"Ona isn't a random girl for fuck's sake. She's my girlfriend!"

"Language young lady!"

Hearing your father take you back as you did previously almost make laugh Ona and she hides her face in your belly. It’s time for you to keep your seriousness and you bite your lip before resuming more calmly.

"She showed up at my apartment without telling me, even if we had a fight the night before and found me with Ona."

Needless to say what you were doing.

"She started yelling at me and calling me immature and she spoke to her badly, I wasn’t going to throw flowers at her anyway, was I?"

"No."

Your father’s silence lasts a few seconds and you imagine him perfectly thinking while rubbing his chin. No wonder he called you, your mother has always sided with Patri over the years. Your father is different, being the youngest of four boys, he suffered during his childhood with his big brothers. He understands perfectly your point of view and your feelings regarding Patri and her way of wanting to manage your life.

"So you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes"

Ona look back at you and you smirk, wrapping a strand of her hair around your finger.

"Since when are you both together?"

"Since the Euro, when we lost against England."

"So it's quiet serious then"

"It is Papi. I didn't want to talk about it to Patri though it's like she doesn't want me to be happy."

"I wouldn't say that, Muñeca."

You shrugs and another silence passed.

"When you say Ona, it's for Ona Batlle, verdad?"

You hums, still playing with Ona's hair.

"Oh that's good. I met her dad last summer in Australia, did you know he likes to go mushroom too?"

"I’m so glad to know you’ve got something in common with my stepfather, Papi" you laugh with Ona.

"Have you ever met him and her wife officially? I hope you made a good impression on them"

You roll your eyes one more time before giving him your answer, Ona chuckle a little before laying down on you. You relieved about this conversation, even if Patri has once again interfered in your life by mentioning your couple to your parents before doing it yourself. Your father doesn’t seem against your relationship, and he more or less informed you that your mother didn’t either. As for your other brothers and sisters, they don’t seem to care much, but that doesn’t surprise you. They were never for gossip.

********

"Can I have my kiss now?"

Smiling, you were chasing Ona along the corridors of the stadium where you train. The rain having invited itself to the party, the training ground quickly turned into fields of mud, and after a training match you found yourself thrown to the ground following a tackle of your girlfriend. That explains why your body is covered in dirt, mud and grass.

"No!" Ona laughs at you as you try to draw her against you by grabbing her by the bottom of her shirt.

She manages to escape you and starts running. Having been assigned to store the equipment, you are the last to join the changing rooms. All the others rushed to enjoy a good hot shower.

"Come on baby, at least a lovely cuddle?"

"Y/N get of of me!"

Ona isn't really running, if she wanted to escape you it would have been a long time before she would have lost you. Her speed is no longer a secret to anyone. Ona was still laughing and you grin, feeling her slap you on your hand so you drop the piece of her cloth.

"Why? It’s your fault if I’m in this state anyway"

You end up grabbing your girlfriend’s arm and pulling her against you to kiss her tenderly. Willingly letting it happen, Ona puts her arms around your neck and responds to your kiss. Knowing that no one will bother you, you gently wedge her between the wall and you. You didn’t think it could be cold and when you feel her take off quickly and shiver, you laugh softly.

"Sorry" you smile mischievously.

"More kissed and you’ll be forgiven" she whispers against your lips

You oblige easily at her request, putting your lips on hers again. Only to be interrupted by an embarrassed cough. Turning your face in the source of the sound, you discover your sister. Sighing, you take off a little of Ona, without releasing her completely.

"This is the second time, Patri. What do you want?"

"Mom would like to know if you are coming back to Palma this weekend" Patri whispers without looking at you.

You glance at Ona who is also looking at you, before answering her. The team you had to face this weekend cannot receive you because of administrative problems, the game was moved later during the season. You usually go home to your parents when you have a whole free weekend. Except this time, Ona's family invited you for Ona’s mother’s birthday and there’s no way you’re not going.

"I have already said no. Ona and I already have plans."

Patri plays nervously with her fingers before answering you. You don’t know what your mother said to her, but she seems determined to try and patch things up between you.

"Look, if it’s because of our argument…"

"Oh my God Patricia… you never learn from your mistakes?"

"What?"

She look at you, confused, and you sigh. You don't really want to talk to her, but you know that she will never let it go if you don't explain yourself.

"Not everything is about you! I can't go because we're going at Ona's Mom's birthday. Mama already knows that, are you both saying that I'm a liar now?"

"No, of course not."

"So, end of the conversation."

Without any word, you grab Ona by the hand and drag her with you in the locker room. You really need to take this shower now and forget about the interaction you just had with your sister.

********

"Are you thinking about making up with your sister or not?"

Another day, another match and you find yourself in a four-man position with Ona, Alexia and Salma. If Salma plugged in her headphones and listened to music, Ona fell asleep on your knees, leaving only you and Alexia awake for the moment.

"What do you mean?" you ask your captain curiously.

"I know you’ve never been best friends in the world, but she’s still your sister. When my father passed away, my sister and mother were my biggest support and I wouldn’t be where I am now without them."

You bite your lip thoughtfully. You have already met Alba several times and you appreciate her, she is a cheerful and devoted person to Alexia. Proud of her older sister, she doesn't mask her admiration. But what struck you every time was the way Alexia put her little sister on a pedestal. No jealousy, no unhealthy competitiveness.

"The relationship I have with Patri has nothing to do with the one you have with Alba" you point out gently.

"She's still your sister. And I know she's not perfect, but she's really trying to make the things better between you two."

You shrug your shoulders and shift your attention to the window. The train journey is long today, the opposing team being located in the north, you have almost the whole country to cross.

"If she comes to apologize, I might think about it again" you end up answering by glancing at Ona, peacefully asleep. "And not just at me."

Alexia nods with a satisfied little smile. She seems sure it’s going to happen, you’re much less so. You’ve never heard your sister apologize to anyone since she was 10, when your parents stopped asking her to apologize when something was wrong.

********

It didn’t take long for Patri to approach you and attempt reconciliation. The discussion you had with Alexia made you think a little, realizing that you may have been a little too closed to the discussion with your older sister. But you’re still hoping she’ll apologize to you first, before you tell her that maybe she was a little too cold.

You talked to Ona about it, of course. After you arrived at the hotel, you had a few hours to settle in and immediately raised the subject with your girlfriend. The latina, lulled by the love of her older brother from a young age, is obviously not against a reconciliation with Patri. She was never even angry with her, rather sad to see you tear yourself apart in this way. The catalan is definitely for family peace.

After your game, as you walk around the stadium to thank your fans and take some pictures with Lucy, you see your sister sneaking up on you, making sure she’s far enough away from the audience to talk to you.

"Would you like to come drink something with me afterwards? At the hotel restaurant?"

Surprise, you hesitate a split second by biting your lip. But when you see that Patri is about to beg you to accept, you end up nodding with a simple nod.

It’s a little nervous that you come down from your hotel room to find Patri after Ona kissed you tenderly, telling you that she is sure that everything will be fine. For your part, you just hope that no scream will ring between you two.

When you arrive, Patri is already there and beckons you to join her, which you finish by approaching with a face as relaxed as possible. You barely have time to sit down when someone come to take your order and after ordering a Coke Zero you shift your attention to your sister.

"I’m not sure where to start" Patri said, frowning.

"Maybe because of what made you ask me to come here?" you answer with a shrug.

"I don’t want to fight anymore. I know we never got along perfectly well, but it’s never been so strong"

You nod and bite your lip thoughtfully. You have to take it upon yourself to choose the right words and not provoke an argument. Because deep down, you also want things to relax with her. As Alexia said, she’s still your big sister and the same blood is in your veins.

"I’m sorry I reacted the way I did about your relationship with Ona"

You look up at her, waiting for the rest. There’s so much to discuss that you actually don’t know where to start either.

"Like you said, my first reaction was stupid and realizing that you hid your relationship for over a year because of me… First I was hurt and then I realized how stupid I was. All I wanted to do was protect you."

"I’m not three anymore, Patri. And even back then I was pissed that you wouldn’t let me do the big swing, just so you know."

A slight smile appears on your face and it is also born on the face of Patri when she realizes that you make a small touch of humor.

"I chose the wrong way. I’m sorry."

You nod again, sincerely happy to hear these words coming out of your big sister’s mouth. It's certainly time for you to tell her what you think about your behavior.

"I certainly didn’t react in the right way either. But seeing you intervene in my life regularly took away a little more patience each time. And the story with Ona was really the one thing too many, and you talked to her so bad that it drives me crazy."

"I can understand. I'll talk to her to."

Patri’s simple answer suits you once again and you relax a little, letting yourself go against the back of your chair. The night has long since fallen outside and you feel tired of the training and the match of earlier, during which you played the entire time.

"So... You and Ona, it's serious?"

You shift your attention once again to her, taking a few seconds to ensure the substance of the question before answering her.

"I’m in love with her, Patri. We managed to be close to each other when she was in Manchester but since she’s in Barcelona it’s even stronger. She’s just… I don’t know. I just know it’s her."

Patri smiled and nodded gently, before changing the subject of conversation. After about thirty minutes, without having exchanged any argument, you decide to go back to your respective rooms. You are surprised by the hug she offers you before entering her room, but you answer it nevertheless gladly.

When you arrive in your room, Ona is waiting for you, sitting at the edge of her bed. Well, one of the two beds you have glued so that you can sleep together without taking the risk of falling. Even if you always end up in each other’s arms, it remains more comfortable.

"How did it go?" asks you immediately the Catalan, her head tilted to the side to be able to better observe you.

"Good" you just answer, hoping your smile speaks for itself.

After closing the door, you approach her and sit by her side. It doesn’t take her long to grab your hand in hers and intertwine your fingers. Talking to Patri about your feelings for Ona made you realize or recall how much you love her. And how lucky you are to have her by your side. Ona is perfect for you and you love everything about her.

"What did you talk about?"

Ona’s curiosity makes you smile, but you respond willingly. After all, you never hid anything from her and you always had full and blind trust in her. That is not going to change today.

"About our childhood, the different way we see things…"

You shrug your shoulders, trying to pick up the conversation you had. It was intense but clearly necessary. You really hope that everything would be better since now.

"And about us, too" you add with a small smile.

"What did you tell her?"

"That I’m crazy about you"

Your smile gets bigger when you see Ona blushing. She also smiles and you don't waist time to break the distance between your two faces to put a kiss on her lips. It's the pure truth, even if you have never had the opportunity to reveal to her the strength of your feelings for her with simple words. You always felt like they weren’t strong enough to express how you feel about her.

"Well I hope you told her that I'm crazy about you too?" Ona smirks after the kiss.

"You can tell her later. She want to excuse herself to you too"

Ona nods, distracted by your fingers running along her hips. You didn't let her answer anything else, kissing softly her jaw and her neck, determined to celebrate your victory with her and your possible reconciliation with Patri.

********

2 Years Later

"Oh my God Patri, get out!"

A pillow flies through the room and you hear your sister laughing before she quickly closes the door. You don’t know what kind of power it is, but your sister always manages to interrupt you and Ona when things start to get interesting.

Realizing that the atmosphere is dead, you sigh and roll on your back while you were previously lying on Ona for an intense making-out session. Returning to Palma de Mallorca, to your parents for your brother’s birthday, you naturally took Ona with you. Your father loves her and your Mother seems to like her too. The bond between your families is also very good, your fathers having both quickly clicked on the many points they have in common.

"Next time we take a hotel room" you nag, making Ona laugh softly.

Smiling despite yourself, you gently lower her t-shirt that you had raised on her stomach before looking at her when she rolls on her side.

"Or we could take a small apartment here. I really like this place and if we want to change from Barcelona some days we would just jump on the plane. Not even an hour and we’re here."

"Why not" you smile softly.

She smiles back at you when you stroke her face tenderly, drawing imaginary features between her freckles. More than three years have passed and you will never get tired of her. The little box containing the ring you planned to propose to her with tonight is neatly hidden in one of your pairs of socks and you’ve actually booked a room in a local palace for the night. It's indeed out of question to celebrate your engagement in your parents' house, with your sister’s weasel or your nephews and nieces ready to land at any time in your childhood room.

"Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?" you innocently ask Ona.

"I’d go anywhere with you" smiled Ona and you kissed her one last time before you got out of bed.

You discreetly take the box and the ring, sliding it in the pocket of your jeans before joining Ona who awaits you in the corridor.

"I forgot my phone" you’re just answering her questioning look.

You take a look at it and Patri’s message informs you that everything is in place. She’s supposed to take your proposal in photo and video, so that you have a memory of that moment. All Ona has to say is yes. Despite your stress, you know her answer will be positive.

Walking hand in hand, you got lost in your thoughts and Ona is quiet too. But a glance at her informs you that she is smiling and relaxed. Her gaze on the sea returns to you and she addresses you an interrogative glance.

"Are you all right?"

You just nod with a smile, busy remembering the speech you prepared. Despite your certainty, you feel that anxiety is gaining ground and you are happy to see that the place you have designated to Patri is finally there.

"Actually, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about" you start, interrupting your walk.

In the distance, hidden behind a rock, Patri draws her camera when she sees you stop. The video is already on and your big sister is as stressed as you. If she misses what you asked her to do, she could be banned from marriage.

It's with a tender smile that Patri watches the questioning read on Ona’s face, followed by tenderness when you make your statement to her and surprise when she sees you kneeling, the famous ring presented in its case. The following photos contain the moment when you pass the ring on her finger, the one where the latin jumps at your neck and the last is that of your first kiss as fiancées.

Ona said yes, of course.

Because You and Her are forever.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #patri guijarro #patri guijarro imagine

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Have A Little Pun

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 1,007

Summary: Joel has more than one reason to smile now.

Author’s Note: Well, we all know I love a good pun and any time I throw them in a fic well, that’s just the most fun. Also, The Last of Us is slowly burying me under emotional damage and I need to think about things like this-the show is amazing and I love it so-but these moments are everything to help me get through haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰

Warnings: Soft fluffs and even some smiles

*There are some small spoilers from Episode 4 and 6 here, nothing plot wise really but some dialogue stuff- you have been warned 🥰*

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @joelmjller thank you lovely 🥰

Joel Miller Masterlist

“You know I can hear you two,” Joel drawls from his spot by the window.

You and Ellie exchange wide eyed glances before erupting into hushed giggles.

“We’re just trying to have a few laughs,” you counter, raising an expectant brow.

Joel levels you with a look that says he’s not amused.

“Come on, one of these has to make that fucker laugh,” Ellie whispers as she turns the page of the book.

She points to a pun and covers her mouth.

“Hey Joel. I’ve got one for you,” Ellie starts. “Doesn’t matter how much you push the envelope…it’ll still be stationary.”

She lifts her eyes from the book and smiles at Joel. He narrows his eyes and purses his lips.

“Shit,” Ellie groans, but despite Joel’s grumpiness she still laughs.

“I’ve seen him smile before,” you tell Ellie. “We can get him to crack.”

She holds your gaze and her eyes soften. “He definitely smiles more since you’re around.”

You give her shoulder a soft bump and whisper a quiet “thanks.”

“Oh! What about this one,” she says excitedly.

“Hey Joel,” Ellie says, grabbing his attention again. “Why did the scarecrow get an award?”

Joel pushes off the wall with a grunt and slings the rifle over his back as he moves past you and Ellie and says, without looking back, “because he was outstanding in his field.”

“You dick. You read this didn’t you!” Ellie exclaims with a laugh.

You try to cover your snort but when Joel turns around with his deadpan expression it only makes you laugh harder.

“Gimme that,” you tell Ellie, reaching for the book. “I’m gonna find a really good one that has to make him laugh.”

After an hour of thumbing through it, your finger running over page after page, you finally find one that you don’t think he can resist. With a pep in your step you trot over to Joel, who is now sitting on the edge of an overturned cabinet, his arms crossed over his chest and an extra grumpy look on his face.

You slip in front of him and rest your hands on his thighs, eyeing Ellie over his shoulder with an assured look.

He remains still, his expression neutral as he holds your stare expectantly.

“Did you know diarrhea is hereditary?”

You ask the question with such sincerity that you see his resolve waiver, his features relaxing just for a moment.

Even so he doesn’t smile.

“What?” he replies.

“It runs in your genes.”

You crack a smile and can’t stop the laughter that escapes as you wait for his reaction.

“Jesus,” he mumbles as he drops his head with an exasperated shake.

Despite his grumbling his shoulders start to jump and it makes you laugh harder.

“That is so god damn stupid,” he says, keeping his face hidden.

“YOU LAUGHED YOU ASSHOLE!” you shout as you dance in front of him.

When he lifts his head you see his slight smirk just before he chuckles again, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“HE’S LAUGHING!” you say again, catching Ellie’s eye.

She’s smiles widely before she exclaims, “gotcha fucker.”

He straightens up and puts his hands on his hips, ready to give both you and Ellie a snarky retort but you start to laugh harder, which causes him to do the same.

Without thinking you launch yourself at him and throw your arms around his neck.

With a light ‘oof’ he catches you and at first seems surprised, his body slightly tense, but when you don’t let go he tentatively closes his arms around your waist.

You squeeze him harder and he lowers his head to your neck, your name leaving his lips on a soft inhale.

When you finally pull away it’s only enough to slide down his body and look him in the eyes.

He’s lips are still turned up into a smirk.

“I like this look on you. Not that I mind the grumpiness…considering it’s almost all the time.”

His lips twitch and you can tell he’s fighting a bigger grin.

“You’re allowed to smile you know,” you tease.

“And you’re definitely allowed to kiss her,” Ellie chimes, suddenly standing beside you.

Joel’s eyes go wide and you can feel his fingers dig into your skin.

“Ellie,” you chide, but it comes out soft as you turn to give her a ‘what the fuck’ look.

“What? I’m not blind,” she says, her tone full of sass. “I see the way he looks at you when he doesn’t think you’re paying attention.”

You drag your eyes away from Ellie and find Joel staring at you.

“Ellie,” he says gruffly, his eyes still on you. “Why don’t you go take a quick look around.”

Ellie nods with a sly smile and grabs her gun.

“Don’t forget to…” Joel starts as he turns Ellie’s way but his mouth shuts quickly when she interrupts him.

“I’ll be quiet and check my six, find the high ground and look for tracks,” she says knowingly. “Don’t worry.”

She winks at Joel before smiling your way and turns on her heel, skipping out the door, clearly following Joel’s instructions.

Joel watches her for a moment before he slowly brings his eyes back to you.

“I really have to teach her to keep her mouth shut,” he murmurs.

“Don’t think that’s possible,” you answer, “and besides, I think she’s just what you need.”

He hums low in acknowledgement as he pulls you closer. “Might need a lil’ more than that darlin’.”

“And what might that be?” you ask him.

His eyes drop to your lips as he smooths one hand up your back. His free hand lifts to your face and he presses his fingers under your chin to tilt your head back.

He lets out an exhale, your name a whisper on his lips as he dips his head. He pauses for a moment, his mouth hovering just above yours and he smiles, and you smile back, before he leans in to kiss you.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #joel miller the last of us #joel and ellie #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us

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sakufilms · 7 months

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please wake up ; h.h.

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

summary. instead of stoick dying after toothless is under the bewilderbeasts control, you, hiccup's younger sister, are almost hit, resulting in tears and desperation.

pairing. hiccup haddock x sister!reader

genre. angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.

word count. 2.8k

warnings. for plot reasons, valka was taken by cloudjumper when hiccup was 4 and you were a baby, near death experiences, violence, lots of angst.

✐ i couldn’t find the original post for the gif (i found it on pinterest, reposted), but the username is in the top left corner of the gif ^^

The amount of fear that ran through Hiccup when Drago yelled out his bone chilling scream, waving his staff around in the air… it was immeasurable. The aggression that the throaty sound held in it sent a chill down Hiccup’s spine. He knew at that moment, that he was in serious trouble.

The ground shook with each step that the bewilderbeast took towards them, and rather than the calm awe and serenity that Hiccup felt when he met his mothers bewilderbeast, looking into the eyes of this one made him feel a fear that he couldn’t get rid of.

“No dragon can resist the alpha’s command.” Drago said lowly, his voice scratching its way out of his throat. “So, he who controls the alpha, controls them all.”

A hint of rage settled in Hiccups veins as Drago spoke, pointing his staff towards Toothless.

The rage nearly dissipated, a low sound emitting throughout snow and ice covered land. The sound came from the bewilderbeast, it’s pupils narrowed at Toothless. Toothless began shaking his head, making a noise of discomfort. “Toothless?” Hiccup said worriedly.

Toothless continued to whimper, shaking his head around. “T-toothless, you okay, bud? What’s going on?” But all of the words leaving Hiccups mouth did nothing.

Drago’s voice sounded again. “Witness true strength. The strength of will over others.” Drago was holding up his staff again, the pointed end pointing to Toothless, who suddenly rose, ever so still. “In the face of it… you are nothing.”

When Hiccup realized he was now looking at the end of the staff, it being pointed directly at his chest, he knew that trouble was arising. Toothless slowly turned towards him, pupils as narrow as the bewilderbeast’s were. “Uh,” Hiccup slowly backed away from his dragon, “What did he just tell you?”

Toothless got low to the ground, snarling as he slowly crept over towards his rider, who kept backing away. “Toothless, come on. What’s the matter with you?” He felt the desperation begin to tear at his heart, knowing that there was almost nothing he could do. And sudden moves or sounds could result in the controlled Toothless to pounce on him, resulting in his demise. Even if Hiccup could get a hit in, how much would that break his heart? Would he be able to hurt his best friend?

“No, no, no, no. Come on. What are you doing? Knock it off.” Hiccup knew he was being backed up into ice, and soon he would have no where to go. “Stop!” He yelled out, “snap out of it!” But the attempt was useless, as Toothless kept his slow, creeping pace.

The world around his became almost meaningless. It was just him, Toothless, and mountains of ice trapping him in. “Toothless, no! Toothless.”

Toothless hissed, preparing to launch a heated breath of fire at him, and he felt his heart drop. “Don’t!”

He almost didn’t hear the broken cry of his name being shouted, his eyes remaining on Toothless’ sharp ones. “Stop!”

“Hiccup!” The voice shouted again, and with wide eyes, he looked, and his heart sunk further. You were running right towards him, determination and fear in your eyes. The painful realization of what you were doing came all too quick, and his fear that was once reserved for himself was now almost entirely for you. “Y/n! No!”

But it was too late, you were right next to him, and then crashing into him. Hiccup slid across the snow covered ground, gasping in fear of what he’d see when he looked at you.

He looked just in time to see the blast of fire miss you—just in time to see it hit the ice behind you, breaking a peace of it off as it came crashing down onto you.

“No!”

He startled himself with the cry that left his lips. The world around him faded out again. It was only you, him, and his shallow breaths. “No…” He said again, the disbelief strong in his tone. This couldn’t be happening.

He ran over to you, feeling like he was going to collapse. He was by your side in seconds—he was by your side and there you were, covered in shards of teal-blue ice. Your eyes were shut; your breathing was barely there. He feared every one of your breaths would be your last.

He groaned as he pushed the ice off of you, piece by piece. As each shard slid off, an already growing bruise was left in its wake wherever your skin was visible.

The despair was crushing him; engulfing him; making a home into his heart that was sinking even further as it buried itself into the ever so cold snow beneath him. He grabbed and pulled at your left arm, pulling you off of your side and onto your back. “Y/n!”

Hiccup hardly paid attention to his mother dropping by his side, and his father close behind her. Your breaths were still so shallow.

“Y/n… Oh, my Gods.” His breath caught in his throat, and he faintly felt his mothers hand rest on his shoulder. For the better of his own sanity, he pressed to fingers to your neck, sighing in relief at the slow and weak feeling of your heartbeat beneath his fingers. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

“Wake up… please wake up.” He ignored every sound around him, including the sound of his friends arriving to the scene. He couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around you, being ever so careful and gentle with your injured form. He felt like he had already lost you, the thought making tears roll down his face. He couldn’t believe that you had gotten hurt instead of him: the target.

You—the younger sister who came into his life when he was just 4 years old. The sister who listened to him when everyone turned a blind eye and pretended like he didn’t exist. You were always there, and as he held you close, he couldn’t get rid of the fear that soon you would be here no longer.

All of his attention was on you, until he heard a low coo from his very own dragon: the dragon who did this.

As Toothless’ snout brushed up against your hand, he couldn’t help the anger that enveloped him. Deep down he knew it wasn’t Toothless’ fault, but something else told him he needed something to be angry at. After seeing the way Toothless’ had unknowingly injured you, his emotions got the best of him. “No! Get away from her!” Hiccup harshly shoved Toothless away, feeling guilt at the way his dragon whined in response, but Hiccup was spiralling.

He stood to his feet, looking down at Toothless. “Go on! Get out of here!”

Toothless took a small step forward, his eyes holding sadness at being shouted at, but Hiccup shouted again. “Get away!”

Hiccup was a mix of emotions as Toothless coward away and ran off.

“It’s not his fault.” Valka said softly, her sadness making her voice wobble only slightly. “You know that.”

And Hiccup did know that. He fell to his knees again, fresh tears rolling down his face as he looked at you. Your eyes were still closed.

The bewilderbeast roared out, but Hiccup almost didn’t hear it as his mother spoke. “Good dragons under the control of bad people… do bad things.”

“Come on!” Hiccup heard someone shout, along with the sound of Toothless whimpering. He looked up, and Drago was riding a once again controlled Toothless, leading him away. “Gather the men and meet me at Berk!”

Hiccup felt an urgency rush through him, and he jumped up onto his feet. “Toothless!” He cried out to him, but Valka held him back. He felt useless as the alpha roared out, and Drago’s men prepared to leave the island.

He couldn’t help but to continue to cry. He just lost his best friend, and he looked down at you, worried that he would lose another. He dropped down beside you again, feeling like the entire world was against him. He felt lost and scared. He couldn’t lose you. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

“Hiccup…” Stoick said from behind him. Hiccup could already picture the look on his face based of the sadness in his voice.

“No, Dad.” Why were they acting like you were already dead? You just had to wake up.

As the tears kept falling down his cheeks, his friends backed away and watched from a good distance, as he needed his space. His parents stayed close behind him.

“We have to— we have to do something. Why isn’t anyone doing anything? My sister is dying and you’re all just standing around waiting for—“ Waiting for her to die.

“Hiccup,” Gobber said softly, a pained sigh leaving the man’s lips, “there’s not much we can do, right now. Not here. Back home, maybe things would be better. But we don’t have our dragons to get there, Hiccup.”

Hiccup remained looking at you, still. “So, why are you all acting like you don’t care?” Maybe that was harsh, but he was still spiralling.

“Hiccup, of course we care.” When Astrid spoke, Hiccup looked at her and found a world of sadness in her eyes. Maybe she was worried for you; maybe she felt guilt and pity for him; maybe it was both. The the look in her eyes made him feel less alone.

Hiccup was silent for a few moments, and then, “There’s nothing we can do?” He chose to ignore the way his voice cracked with emotion.

His father sighed, and removed his helmet, holding it to his chest. “Nothing we can do but pray that she wakes up.”

Hiccup inhaled deeply. “I need a second alone with her.”

He didn’t receive a response, he only heard the sound of footsteps slowly backing away.

With a shaking hand, he took your hand into his, watching a teardrop fall down and land on your fingertip. The desperation in him had been making a slow incline, and he wasn’t sure how much of this he could take.

“You have to wake up.” He whispered, falling back down to wrap an arm around you. “Come on. Wake up.”

But as your breathing remained slow, he felt the tears roll down a little faster, and he couldn’t help the sob that slipped past his lips. “Wake up. Come on, what are you doing? Get up…”

A hitch in your breath.

As the sound reaches his ears, and he feels the pattern of your breath change for only a moment, his head snaps up. Your face is neutral, a scrape and bruise on your right cheekbone.

“Y/n?…”

He’s filled with a sense of hope, and just as it feels like it was a trick of his mind, your breath catches again, and your brows move the smallest amount.

“Oh, my Gods.” Hiccup breathes out. “Y/n? Hey… wake up, come on.”

Your eyes began to flutter open and it’s like Hiccup and finally breathe again. He leans forward so that you see him, and your eyes meet his. “Hiccup?”

Hiccup laughs, light and airy, and nods. “Yeah, I’m here. You’re okay.

Your face scrunches up a little as you become aware of the pain running across your skin. Hiccup notices and a slight frown lands on his face.

Your hand squeezes his, “I’m glad you’re okay, Hiccup.”

Hiccup can’t help the shock that runs through him. “You’re glad I’m okay? I’m glad you’re okay…” he then sighs, thinking about how he nearly lost you. The ache in his heart was still there, like a poison latching onto him, killing him slowly. He couldn’t believe how close to death you had gotten. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

And then he was hugging you again, being as gentle as possible. He felt you wrap an arm around his back, but he could tell that by the way your arm was shaking, it was taking more of a toll on you than you’d like to admit. Hiccup pulled back. “Don’t strain yourself.”

Your eyes were still only about half open and he wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out soon. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

But his words could only be heard so clearly as the world began to fade once again. It had taken so much of your energy to stay conscious as long as you did.

“No, no, no. Keep your eyes open, okay? Stay awake, stay awake— Dad!”

The last thing you saw was your brother and parents hovering over you, and then you were welcomed into a deep sleep once again.

⿻

The rest of the day went by so fast, yet so slow. Hiccup felt pride for him and Toothless—who he had since forgiven and apologized to—for being able to fight against Drago and the alpha. After this, it was clear that Toothless had earned his place as the alpha. However, as all of this had been happening, you were the only thing on Hiccup’s mind. He was fighting for everyone, and most importantly to avenge you. This was Drago’s fault—all of this. Hiccup had to do something about it, and he did.

It was likely clear how much he was worrying for you, because not long after the bewilderbeast had dove into the water, taking Drago with him, his mother was at his side. He knew from the look on her face alone that she was saying he should go to you. He didn’t waste a second.

He ran up to his house, passing by people cheering and shouting out of glee, and he pushed open his front door and ran straight to your room. There you were, under the care of Gothi, tucked into your bed and bandaged wherever needed. It was honestly a wonder that they were even able to get you to Berk while you were unconscious, but they managed. Hiccup was just glad to see you now, alive and breathing.

Gothi nodded at him, making her way out of the room. Hiccup remained still for a moment, looking down at you. It pained him to see you like this.

Eventually he sat on the edge of the bed, and looked down at his hands. He felt so guilty about you getting hurt. It felt like it was his fault, somehow. You had jumped to save him, and this is where it brought the both of you. Surely, he was partially at fault for this outcome.

“You’re not blamin’ yourself, are you?”

At the sound of your voice, Hiccup whipped his head around, eyes wide and burning with tears that haven’t even quite built up yet. “You’re awake.”

You nodded lightly, looking down at your bandaged and bruised body. You didn’t regret a thing you did.

“Why… did you do that?” Hiccup started slowly. He didn’t expect this to be what he decided to talk about, but he got to thinking and his mouth was moving before he even realized it. “I mean… save me—“ He took a deep breath, brows furrowing at the topic at hand.

“What else did you want me to do?” You said. You sounded determined, strangely enough.

“I—“

“I couldn’t just… stand there.”

“I wanted you to.”

You sighed this time. “And what? Watch you die? You could’ve.”

Hiccup saw tears begin to form in your own eyes, and he somewhat felt bad for bringing this up right now. “You could’ve, too.”

“I know.” You stated. There was a brief pause as you both collected your thoughts. You didn’t want to argue about this. Neither of you wanted to make anger out of grieving for someone who hadn’t even died. “I care about you, Hiccup. You looked just as scared as I felt. Even if you don’t want to admit it. I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself if you got hurt, or worse. I love you, but I’m not sorry for what I did. I’d rather be hurt than you be hurt instead.”

Hiccup gazed down at you and realized in that moment that you were just like any other Haddock—stubborn as hell. Hiccup and his father were some of the most stubborn people on Berk, if not the most stubborn, and he wouldn’t be surprised that if he got to know his mother a little more, she would turn out to be the same.

Having such a quality can be unbearable at times, but it made for some pretty promising trust with the people you love.

“Well,” Hiccup broke into a smile, chuckling lightly. “I would do the same for you.”

You laughed softly. “I’d hope so.”

Hiccup was shocked when you started pushing yourself up on the bed all of a sudden. “Hey, woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?”

“Relax. I know my limits.” You snickered, and then winced. All of a sudden your arms were around Hiccup and Hiccup wasn’t sure if it was the stupidest or sweetest thing you’ve ever done. Probably both.

Hiccup hugged you back, his eyes closing as it felt like the day was finally calming down. “Don’t ever do anything like that again.”

An amused scoff, and then, “no promises.”

Definitely a Haddock.

@ sakufilms

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proxima-writes · 9 months

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i can see you (javier peña's version)

pairing: javier peña x dea agent!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.4k

summary:

when javier peña takes credit for your lead, you take revenge.

good thing you know javier can't resist a girl in red lipstick.

author's note:

first javier fic, based on taylor swift's "i can see you". if you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment or reblogging! gif by @pedropascalito

content warnings:

explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), dub con - sexual activity under the influence of alcohol, alcohol consumption, no use of y/n, female masturbation, oral sex - male receiving, dirty talk, praise, lots of lipstick kink, pet names, sex while standing, teasing, semi-public sex (file room at work), vaginal fingering, mouth covering. please let me know if i've missed any!

You storm into the office, boots clicking on the linoleum as you make a beeline for Javier’s messy desk. He’s on the phone as you approach, ever present cigarette dangling from his lips as he speaks to whomever is on the other end of the line. You rip the receiver from his hand and slam it into the cradle.

“What the fuck?” Javier snaps, stubbing out his cigarette in an overflowing ashtray. “What if that had been an important call?”

“Fuck you, Peña,” you hiss, planting your hands on his desk with enough force that several papers slip from precarious piles to the floor. “Where the fuck do you get off taking credit for my lead?”

His eyebrows go up, his lips tilting in a condescending smirk that you want to smack right off his face. “That’s what this is about? We’re a team, alacránita. It was our lead.”

Little scorpion, he calls you, because of your quick temper. He uses it when he wants you riled up, wants you angry at him, because what else is a scorpion to do but fight back when provoked?

“Oh, really? So, you were the one who stayed up ‘til three in the morning reading transcriptions, huh?” You tap your chin. “No, wait. That was me.”

Javier stands, grabbing his gun from the desk and tucking it into the waist of his jeans at his back. The action has his button down shirt stretching right across his chest and your eyes linger on the view. When you meet his gaze again you know you’ve been caught, the insufferable man grinning like a cat that got the canary.

“Look, do you want to keep arguing or do you want to actually do something with your intel and go catch some narcos?” He asks, breezing by you. You grind your teeth together as you watch him leave.

“If it’s any consolation—“ Steve starts to say, but you cut him off.

“Shut up, Murphy.”

That night after a long day of work and one beer too many you find yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, your thoughts drifting to Javier and his annoying smirk and the stupid way he carries his gun and his dumb aviators and his gorgeous brown eyes and how good he feels between your—

Fuck.

You try not to think about the first time you met Javier Peña. The real first time, not the awkward handshake and forced smile as he introduced himself as Agent Peña.

The first time, when he sat beside you at a bar and introduced himself as Javi and you thought that it must be a common enough name, there was no way this handsome stranger was your soon-to-be partner. He told you he worked in environmental services and you claimed to be a teacher. He bought you a drink and his eyes never left your mouth as you wrapped your red lips around a beer bottle.

A couple hours of conversation later, his hand slid to your knee and he looked at you with brown eyes full of fire as his fingers curled into the flesh of your thigh exposed by your skirt. He asked if you wanted to go someplace more quiet and when you said your apartment was across the street, his smile was full of promise.

As your mind replays the memory in vivid detail, you slide your hand beneath the elastic of your panties, hissing as your fingertips graze your sensitive clit. You circle the bundle of nerves slowly as you continue to imagine that night.

You think back to the feel of his hand in yours as you dashed across the street to your apartment building, how he pressed against your back and nipped at your neck as you unlocked your door. He made a comment about the boxes still scattered around your apartment, some joke you can’t remember as desire fizzles through your veins.

“These pretty red lips,” he said, pulling you close and tracing his thumb along your bottom lip. “Been staring at them all night, wondering how they would look stretched around my cock.”

“I could show you,” you responded, sliding your hands down his chest until your fingers encountered the cold metal of his belt buckle. You unfastened it, pulling the leather loose from his sinfully tight jeans and tossing it to the floor. “If you’d like?”

“Get on your knees,” Javier said as he unbuttoned his fly, working the waist of his jeans down enough to free his hard cock from the denim. You dropped to your knees quickly and his dark laugh echoed through the room. “Stick your tongue out, baby.”

You remember the salty taste of him on your tongue, the way he slowly fed his thick length into your mouth as you gazed up at him from your position at his feet. Your fingers circle your clit faster as you think about how he’d traced your lips where they stretched around his cock with his thumb, gently pushing at the corner of your mouth.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled. You whine at the memory as you inch closer to your release with each swipe of your hand. “Mouth built for sin, isn’t that right?”

You plunge two fingers inside of you with mounting desperation as your mind continues to replay the memory like a movie - the way his dark eyes fixated on the slide of his cock in and out of your mouth, the intoxicating sounds that spilled from his lips, and how he had pulled back from you when he was close to finishing to show you the lipstick stains you’d left behind.

“Dirty fucking girl,” he said, dragging you up from the floor and kissing you breathless.

It’s the memory of his lips pressed to yours that pushes you over the edge, your cunt pulsing around your fingers as you shatter, biting back Javier’s name as it claws its way up your throat. In the aftermath, staring up at your ceiling, a thought pops into your head.

You know just how to get Javier back for taking credit for your lead.

As a field agent for the DEA, it’s not often you wear more than jeans, a blouse, and a practical pair of boots to work. After all, carrying a sidearm in a dress or running in heels isn’t ideal.

Today, however, you’re willing to make an exception. With a series of meetings on the calendar this afternoon, the risk of jeopardizing your work for the sake of fashion is, thankfully, slim.

You’ve put on your tightest dress, black polyester hugging your curves and balancing the fine line of work appropriate. The heels you dug out of your closet make your ass look fantastic but the cherry on top of the whole ensemble is the bright red lipstick you slicked on with careful precision.

Steve does a double take as you enter the cluttered office space, your heels clicking on the linoleum. Javier is at his desk, his back turned to you as he speaks to someone on the phone.

“Lookin’, uh, lookin’ good,” Steve says with a cough. “Did I miss a memo or somethin’?”

“Nope,” you reply, your lips popping in emphasis.

You hear the click of the phone being placed back in its cradle with impressive force. You try to keep your eyes focused on the file you’ve got open on your desk but you can feel Javier’s heated gaze burning over your skin. You glance up, briefly, but it’s enough for you to find his dark gaze and see the tense cut of his jaw as he grinds his teeth together.

Once the meetings start rolling, you don’t have much opportunity to think about Javier, but you know he’s thinking about you. You have fun with the attention, leaning forward to make sure the man can get a good view down your dress, biting the cap of your pen, and licking your lips after each sip of coffee. With each new tease, you notice the way his hand curls into a tight fist on the table or how he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

When Messina asks him a question, the usually calm and collected man stutters his response, earning him a raised eyebrow from the woman in charge. You have to bite back a satisfied laugh at his expense, watching as his neck turns a blotchy red in his embarrassment.

Once the meeting is over, you’re discussing the next plan of action with Steve as you leave the boardroom, Javier trailing behind the two of you. Steve asks Javier a question and a glance over your shoulder earns you the satisfaction of knowing he had been staring at your ass, his head snapping up so fast a flinch of pain flashes across his features as he replies to Steve.

Working through the pile of paperwork on your desk comes with the ever present weight of Javier’s gaze on you from across the room. He fields phone calls most of the morning, cigarette held to his lips as he converses in smooth, rapid fire Spanish that has you pressing your thighs together beneath your desk.

When he turns away, you grab a stray piece of blank paper and scribble a note before lifting it to your face to press a red kiss mark to the smooth surface. You fold it twice and keep it held tight in your hand as you stand and saunter over to Javier’s desk.

His dark eyes are fixed to the extra sway in your step as you approach, his grip tightening around the receiver. You set the note on his desk, leaning over just slightly to slide it across the wood towards him. You tap it once before straightening and walking back to your desk to resume your work, watching Javier from the corner of your eye as he unfolds the note.

Stop staring.

Javier crumples the note in his fist in frustration, keeping it pressed to his palm as he frees another cigarette from the pack on his desk. The rush of nicotine in his veins mingles with the white hot lust he’s been trying to beat down ever since he caught sight of you in that tight little dress, and you’ve not been making it easy.

You never make it easy. Ever since walking into work six months ago to a face that shouldn’t have been familiar sitting behind his new partner’s desk, he’s been fighting to remain professional. It doesn’t help that you’re one of the best agents he’s ever worked with - smart, resourceful, and capable of standing up to men trying to pull rank on you.

Today is testing his patience. The dress and heels are one thing, but the lipstick? That’s a low blow. All he can think about is the last time he saw you wear it, that night at the bar that turned into that night in your bed, all the pretty red color faded from your lips because you marked his cock with it instead. He spent the entire meeting with Messina trying not to watch the way you wrapped your lips around the tip of your pen, thoughts drifting to what it would be like to have you on your knees again, staring up at him with less venom and more desire.

He sets the note on his desk, pointedly ignoring it while you’re in the room. He knows you’re looking for a reaction and he’s not going to give you the satisfaction of one.

At least, not yet.

“Murphy, you still need that file we talked about? I’ve got another to pull,” you announce, standing from your seat. The blonde man looks up and nods.

“Yeah, see if you can find it while you’re in there,” Steve replies. You give him a little salute of acknowledgment before leaving the shared office space and making your way to the file room.

Once inside the windowless room at the end of the hall, you pull on the cord connected to the singular lightbulb in the ceiling meant to illuminate the dank space. It smells like paper and dust and it constantly looks like a bomb went off - cabinets half closed with how much has been shoved inside of them, stray stacks of folders that someone couldn’t be bothered to return to their proper place, and a wastebasket overflowing with crumpled paper.

You lose yourself to the task of locating the files you and Steve needed, distracted enough that you don’t hear the click of the door opening and shutting behind you. It’s not until there’s a low murmur of your name in a hauntingly familiar timbre so you realize you’re not alone.

You turn to find Javier standing in front of the file room door, dark eyes fixed on you as he removes his suit jacket and drops it to the floor. Your mouth goes dry as he rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, exposing deliciously tan forearms and muscles that flex hypnotically.

“My eyes are up here, baby,” he says, a smirk on his lips that sends anger through your veins but lust to your belly.

“What do you want, Peña?” You ask. Your voice wavers the slightest bit and you hope he doesn’t notice, but the tilt to his head and the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips says otherwise.

“I think the question is, what do you want?” He’s standing toe to toe with you now, your back pressed against a metal cabinet. “Or do you need me to show you?”

“Show me what?”

Javier chuckles. “What playing with fire will get you.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, tilting your chin defiantly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, some of us have work to do that doesn’t involve harassing our coworkers.”

But he doesn’t back up, doesn’t give you the room to breathe that you so desperately need. Instead his large hand cups your hip, sliding slowly up your body, a trail of heat running from your waist to your breast until his palm settles against your neck. He rubs his thumb across your lips.

“What do you call wearing this, then?” He holds his thumb up for you to see the smear of red across his skin. “We both know what you were thinking when you put it on this morning, cariño.”

He presses his thumb to your lips, slipping it inside your mouth this time. You give the digit a tentative suck as he presses it forward and back across your tongue, a crude approximation of the memory that replayed in your head as you touched yourself.

Javier smiles triumphantly and you can feel his other hand working at the hem of your dress, hiking it up higher until his fingers skim the bare skin of your thighs.

“Tell me to touch you,” he demands, pulling his thumb free from your mouth. You press your lips together, fighting the overwhelming need to give into him as his knuckle skims your pussy through the fabric of your panties. “Stubborn alacránita,” he growls, circling your clit harshly and making you cry out.

His palm covers your mouth, your eyes going wide as he continues his tortuous attention. “Tell me to touch you,” he says again, brow pinched as his eyes search yours. It hits you that this man is just as desperate for you as you are for him, and the rush that knowledge gives you has you nodding your head.

He removes his palm, cupping your cheek and pressing his forehead to yours before whispering into the space between your mouths, “Say it.”

“Touch me, Javier,” you murmur, rolling your hips into his hand. “Please.”

He wastes no further time, hand slipping under the elastic of your panties and dragging through your slick folds. He grins at you, boyish and feral in equal measure as he slips a thick finger inside of you while his thumb presses to your clit.

“Christ, so fucking wet for me already, huh? Sitting at your desk getting worked up thinking about pulling one over on me with this little dress?” He adds a second finger and the stretch of it makes you moan, his palm returning to cover your mouth. “If this is your idea of a punishment for that lead, I’m not feeling too apologetic.”

You try to glare at him but the curl of his fingers inside of you and the press of his thumb to your sensitive bundle of nerves has your eyes rolling back instead, your head hitting the cabinet behind you. Your hips chase his hand with each pump of his fingers and it doesn’t take long for that wave of pleasure to crash over you, your muscles going tight as you pulse around him and your chest heaves with deep breaths you can only take through your nose thanks to his tight grip on your mouth.

Javier murmurs praise into your ear that you barely register as you come down from your high. He removes his hands from you to unbuckle his belt, freeing his hard cock that you only get a glimpse of before he’s urging you to turn around, pulling your hips back toward him and moving your panties out of the way. He runs the head of his cock through the mess he’s made of you before positioning himself at your entrance and pressing in, in, in.

You brace yourself against the filing cabinet, the sheer size of him making you gasp as he bottoms out. He smoothes a hand down your spine, giving you a moment to adjust before drawing his hips back and slamming forward with a sharp thrust.

Javier reaches up to grip your shoulder, giving himself more leverage as he pounds into you, using your body to chase his pleasure. You bite your lip to stifle your own sounds as the room echoes with the snap of his hips against yours and the grunts he can’t contain. The hand on your shoulder moves to your throat, pulling you up and arching your back until he’s holding you against his chest.

You turn your face over your shoulder and his lips crash against yours, his teeth digging into your bottom lip and making you whimper.

“Cum for me,” Javier commands, the hand on your hip moving to circle your clit again. As you start to pulse around him, he smiles against your lips. “Fuck, that’s it. Just like that, baby.”

Javier presses himself deep as his own release courses through him, filling you to the brim with warmth and stealing your breath. He kisses your shoulder, a sweet gesture that’s so at odds with what you’ve just done.

When he starts to go soft, he pulls out and fixes your underwear into place before smoothing the skirt of your dress back down your hips, the sound of him buckling his belt following suit. You turn to face him, prepared for some sort of self-satisfied remark from the egotistical man, but to your surprise he wraps a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you towards him for a deep kiss.

As he draws back and your eyes flutter open, you notice the smear of red across his lips, the sight making you smile. You lick your thumb, using the moisture to rub away the remnant of your time together.

“Thank you, alacránita,” he murmurs, gently grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your palm. You catch a glimpse of your watch, noting the time.

“Don’t you have a meeting right now?” You ask Javier. He checks his own watch.

“Fuck!” He hisses, grabbing his suit jacket and rushing from the file room, the door slamming shut behind him as you laugh and laugh and laugh.

Maybe your plan worked better than you expected, after all.

Javier slips inside the boardroom and takes the seat beside Steve as inconspicuous as possible, straightening his jacket and smoothing down his hair as he does. As he’s trying to focus on the words being thrown around the room, he feels a tap at his shoulder.

Steve leans closer to whisper, “What’s that all over your hand?”

He looks at the hand he’s rested on the table, noting the smear of red that extends from his palm to the thin skin between his thumb and forefinger. He clenches his hand into a fist and sets it in his lap instead.

“Nothing,” he replies.

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niki-phoria · 4 months

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AS THE WORLD CAVES IN

pairing: hyunsu x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used) genre: fluff (??) word count: 976

notes: wrote this so i had an excuse to use this gif sndsln, maybe ooc!monster hyunsu, not proofread so pls forgive any mistakes !!

summary: as the apocalypse continues to destroy the world, hyunsu finds himself making a deal with a monster to protect the person he loves the most - you.

there’s predictability in the mundane. comfort in what’s familiar. fear in what isn’t.

hyunsu’s life has never been easy. how could it be? the days blended together. life was racing past him and all he could do was silently watch from the sidelines, seemingly forgotten by everyone. his parents. his sister. his peers.

now, however, he finds himself longing for the past.

he misses quiet afternoons with you laying in his arms in the safety of his apartment. he yearns to be trapped in the back of a stuffy classroom, scribbling down notes for you as your head rests against his shoulder. he longs for slurping down overcooked noodles because you were too busy dancing around your kitchen to keep track of the time.

hyunsu even finds nostalgia in being locked in a stuffy storage closet with you - hushed whispers of suspicion from your neighbours ignored in favour of the reassuring sweet nothings falling from your cracked lips.

but there’s no going back now, he supposes.

the ground is unforgiving to your muscles as you curl your body even closer to hyunsu. his body feels overly stiff beside you, almost as if you’re lying beside a plank of wood. despite the cool wind blowing in through the cracked windows, hyunsu’s natural body warmth is a welcome change from the cold concrete below.

“is this okay?” your voice is almost startling as it cuts through the previous silence. you’re almost overly aware of your side pressed against hyunsu’s - desperate for comfort but afraid of scaring him off.

“yes,” hyunsu nods. he moves before he can give himself time to overthink his actions, wrapping an arm around you. his awkward affection is more than welcome as you nuzzle yourself even closer to his body.

a comfortable silence overtakes the room once again. this time, all of your comforting reassurances and words of encouragement are left unsaid - most of them already exhausted over the months of the apocalypse dragging on.

searching for comfort, you reach up until your hand rests on hyunsu’s chest. your fingertips trail along patches of dried blood coating his ripped sweater until they meet his bare skin. sparks ignite along his bicep as you brush your hand against his body where scars should be.

hyunsu’s mind rattles. his voice rings loudly in his ears. unbearable. inescapable.

they’re worried.

shut up.

talk to them.

hyunsu squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, the taunting remarks are true. he resists the urge to keep arguing, instead shifting his attention back to you. “what’s on your mind?” he whispers.

the mindless drumming of your fingers pauses at the sudden intrusion of his voice in the silence. you shift slightly to look up at him, now resting your hand against his chest. splotches of blood decorate his features. he isn’t sure who it belongs to. disheveled bangs threaten to fall into his eyes, blocking his vision just enough to be a slight annoyance. you resist the urge to fix them in fear of making hyunsu even more uncomfortable by the sudden touch.

“nothing,” you mumble. “just… glad you’re here.”

hyunsu doesn’t reply. at least, not verbally. not yet.

instead, he hesitantly pulls you even closer. shaky hands wrap around your body, maneuvering around you until your head rests against his chest. he freezes when you glance up at him; your wide eyes meet his own for just a second before you relax in his arms.

“i’m sorry,” hyunsu murmurs. you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself - or perhaps someone else entirely - but you let him continue all the same. “for everything.”

“it’s not your fault.” you repeat the words like a mantra. like a prayer. like if you repeat them enough, hyunsu will begin to believe them.

it is, he wants to reply. but he doesn’t. instead, he lets your conversation taper out once again. you both silently agree to ignore the tension that lingers in the air, like smoke from a slow-burning fire.

hyunsu’s gaze wanders. bugs occasionally scatter across the floorboards of the decrepit room you’ve taken shelter in. poorly patched up holes decorate the walls and shattered glass from the windows litter the floors, though he supposes cleaning isn’t a priority in the wake of a monster apocalypse.

a large mirror lying abandoned on the floor catches hyunsu’s attention. the glass shattered long ago, leaving a spider web of cracks in place of its previous pristine reflection. piercing blue eyes stare back at him.

why won’t you go away?

if i did, who would protect y/n? a beat of silence passes. hyunsu clenches his jaw, grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly in his irritation. do you honestly think you’re strong enough to keep them safe?

don’t talk about them.

poor cha hyunsu, the voice chides. so protective, but so weak.

shut up.

relax. he mocks. let’s make a deal. you let me take over, and i’ll keep y/n safe.

hyunsu pauses. breaking his gaze away from the other version of him, hyunsu refocuses his attention on you once again. at some point your eyes had fluttered closed and breathing evened out. you must’ve fallen asleep in the silence, he supposes.

you look beautiful, even amidst the chaos as the world seemingly caves in around you. hyunsu hesitantly trails his fingers along your jaw before resting his hand against your cheek. you look beautiful. he can’t lose you. you’re someone worth protecting - even if he has to rely on a monster to do it.

fine.

hyunsu ignores how his laughter echoes in his mind; an unfamiliar noise despite the voice being his own. instead, he presses his lips against the crown of your forehead - a silent oath passed from one version of himself to the other.

i’ll protect you. i promise.

notes (cont): slowly returning to my sweet home phase bc i'm so in love with song kang skndsln small disclaimer that i have not watched season 02 !! so forgive any mistakes please <33

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sugumii · 11 months

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Love, can i ask jing yuan with a really short and cheerful reader who tends to be flirty and cheesy, and very affectionate, poking the characters cheeks and saying stuffs like "gimme attention" or saying "you should love me" when they are asked what they should do? until their flirting gets reciprocated or gets flirted back, which makes them flustered?, i love your works so much 💕💕 i have highkey memorized your works at this point

HSR Men with a Flirty S/O: Poking their cheeks

Of course you can, love. I did my best to write a flirty and affectionate reader. I hope you like it! I included a special at the end just for you. Thank you for the request and compliments! Have an amazing day/night.

Warnings: None

Jing Yuan-

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GIF by kilruas

“Jing Yuann.” You whined, poking at the general’s cheek. You were both seated at the older male's desk in his office at the Luofu. He let out an amused chuckle and continued signing away at his paperwork, neatly scribbling his initials on document after document.

“Yes, beloved?”

“I want attentionnn.” You huffed, crossing your arms in an annoyed manner. You watched as he paused to shoot you a curious glance before carrying on with his work.

“Is that so? But I’m still diligently at work, my love. As much as I'd love to shower you with affection right now, I'm afraid I must complete these proposals first.” Jing Yuan replied, taking a moment to look at you with a kind smile. He felt your fingers begin to poke at his cheek again causing another laugh to erupt from his throat. He gently grabbed your prodding hand and placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles, maintaining direct eye contact as he did so. His action caused you to blush in response to the feeling of his smooth lips on your delicate skin.

“Jing Yuan~ I love you sooo much! I want a kiss now!”

The older male grinned cheekily at your bold declaration. He quickly took advantage of your distant fingers, continuing to approve documents as he responded.

“It would appear my beloved is in quite the romantic mood. Why, I love you too, my dear. Please do try to be patient love, I have much to do. I'll give you all the kisses you desire after I complete my work.”

Mildly frustrated at your lover working again you resumed your poking. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his eyes raised to meet yours, pausing his work once again.

“Yes, love? What do you need?”

“I need youuu.” You whined, looking at him with flirty eyes. “I love my husband so much is it so wrong for me to want my darling's attention? He's just so handsome how can I resist him?”

“I too cannot resist you…” The male smiled, clearly enjoying your affectionate responses. “I appreciate the compliments, my dear… Very well, I'll squeeze out some time to indulge in you. You have my full attention now, what would you like to do?"

“Yay!” You cheered, an idea popping into your mind. Golden eyes watched you in curiosity as you grinned mischeviously and pointed at his lap.

“I wanna sit.”

His gaze followed your thumb, pointing at his lap and a smirk came onto his face. Jing Yuan pulled back, scotting his chair a good foot away from the desk. Then, he spread his legs and patted at the empty space, enjoying the sight of the light blush staining your cheeks.

“Well then love, the seat is yours. Come.”

You grinned and happily sat down between his legs, instantly leaning back into his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder and felt his chest vibrate with laughter. Not soon after, the general placed an arm to rest on your thigh as he resumed his tedious work. This time, with a slight hum and quickened heart beat. Sneakily, he placed kisses every now and then on your head which caused you to smile like a lovestruck teen.

“I love you, Jing Yuan.”

“I love you too, my beloved.”

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Blade-

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GIF by roxaxs

“Blaaaaaadeee.”

“…”

“Blaaaaaadieeee.”

“…”

“Darlin-“

“Again?” He sighed, annoyedly grasping the hand poking at his cheek. You looked up at him with a slight pout, attempting to free your hand from his tight grip. He stared down at you with a seemingly irritated glare.

“What?”

“I want attention!”

The male shot you a condescending grin, lifting an eyebrow at your words. Attention, you say? Was being in his presence not enough?

“Are you not receiving it right now?”

“This is different!” You complain, finally freeing your hand from his gloved one. He looked down at you in silence, red eyes seemingly analyzing you before replying.

“How so?”

“Because you're not loving me!” You whined, watching his expression shift to an amused look.

“And how am I supposed to give you love?”

“How about by a kiss?” You flirt, “On the lips! Better yet, I also want a forehead kiss! You're taller than me anyway, I love it when you do it!"

“A kiss.” The indigo haired male repeated with a flat tone. He looked as though he was considering it for a moment before responding.

“Only if you beg.”

“Whaaat?” You gasp, looking up at him with a face full of shock. His expression remained unchanged as though what he had said was normal. If you wanted his affection, you'd have to beg for it, simple. You were pestering him since he was busy, after all.

“Please… honey?”

“…”

“Pleaaaasseee, dearest love of my life?”

“Hmm.”

The taller male remained unmoved, a stoic expression piercing your figure as he continued leaning against the wall. Those striking blood red eyes made you feel shy, embarrassed even for having to beg like this. Gosh, you sincerely hoped Silver Wolf or Kafka didn't walk in right now or else you'd never hear the end of it.

“Please, my love… I miss youuu... I really want a hugggg...” You begged, conjuring the best puppy dog eyes that you could muster. Blade stared at your face before closing his eyes and sighing.

"Fine."

With that he got his back off of the wall and embraced you, wrapping his arms around you securely. Truth be told, your puppy dog eyes made his heart beat faster, as much as he hated to admit it. He could never say no to that face, you were just too damn cute. It made him want to taint and ruin you. His grip gradually got tighter as the both of you enjoyed the feeling of being intimate with one another. You hummed in delight and leaned into his touch looking up at him with a happy smile. He returned your gaze with a look of mild confusion and irritation.

"What?"

"Can I kiss you right now?"

"..."

Blade's blush was very, very faint, only noticeable if you took a microscope to look. The taller male pushed you away, much to your dismay and slight confusion. He turned his back to you swiftly and placed a hand on your face, pushing you away from him despite your whines and protests.

Damn... he was becoming too soft for you. This isn't good.

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Gepard:

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GIF by honkaiedit

“Love? What are you doing here?” The Captain of the Silvermane Guards asked, eyeing the small lunch box in your arms. You smiled and handed it to him to take, watching as he hesitantly outstretched his arms to accept it.

“I made you lunch! I thought we could eat together for a change. After all, Serval told me you usually take a break around this time!”

“Serval told you that?” He smiled, thinking fondly of his sister and gratefully taking the lunch box from you. You saw his face heat up as he thanked you.

“Thank you, love… but you didn't have to. I’m sure it was an inconvenience walking all the way over here to the guard station…”

“It was no problem at all, Geppie!” You replied cheerily, swiftly offering him a peck on the cheek. The male blushed a darker shade of pink as he hid his face with one arm, still holding the small box with the other.

“L-love…! Not here... what if someone sees us?”

“Let them. I see no issue with expressing my affection to my lover with a kiss on the cheek!” You shrugged, gradually leaning on your tippy toes and removing the hand that was covering his cheeks. He let out a noise of both confusion and embarrassment.

“W-what are you- Mmph?!”

You placed a tender kiss on his lips for a brief moment, then pulled back to grin at him. The sight in front of you was absolutely priceless. The way the Gepard’s short blonde hair waved in the wind and the way his eyes were wide and filled with surprise. His cheeks burned a bright pink and his hand flew over his mouth with a gasp. He was avoiding eye contact with you because he was too shy. It was adorable.

“Geppie? Everything okay over there?” You teased, clearly enjoying your lover's reaction to your affectionate gestures.

“A-ah…”

You poked the cheek of the malfunctioning male.

“Love? Hellooo? Earth to Gepard?”

“YES!” The flustered male suddenly shouted, then blushed even harder out of sheer embarrassment. He didn't intend his voice to go that loud!

“Ah, I mean… yes. Err- lets go eat lunch! Quickly before my break ends!”

“Wha-?”

Gepard quickly grabbed your small hand and hurried off to a more secluded area, scolding you along the way for the unexpected PDA. You merely blushed in response as he stopped for a moment to look at you, eyes betraying his scolding. You could tell he secretly enjoyed the attention.

“But on another note, thank you, Y/n… I truly appreciate you making me this food. “ He murmured with a small blush, “I love you…”

Now it was your turn to blush. You smiled giddily and wrapped your arms around his neck causing him to let out a strangled noise of surprise yet again.

“I love you too, Geppie!”

'Aeons...' Gepard thought with a beating heart as he hugged you back. 'You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days...'

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Sampo:

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GIF by honkaiedit

“Oh c'mon, sweets. You know I didn't mean to!”

“Hmph! Don't talk to me. I'm mad at you, Koski!” You huffed, crossing your arms with a pout on your face. The violet-haired male instinctively copied your pouty expression, lifting his hands up in his defense.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- really! I admit, I got a bit too carried away with some business, but I promise to make it up to you! What do you want me to do? You got The Sampo Koski at your command."

You looked at him with a incredulous gaze, studying the way his face contorted into a frown and the way his eyes wrinkled in displeasure.

"Hmph... alright." You poke his cheek, causing him to stare at you with a confused expression. "...I want you to gimme some love right now, Koski!"

A confident grin graced his features as he sighed in relief, bowing at you with a hand over his heart. He looked up at you with the same dazzling smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

"As my prince/princess commands of their loyal servant, The Sampo Koski! Let's get going then, shall we? I know a beautiful place to take you to you know… make out” He offers, wiggling his eyebrows and extending an arm to you. You laugh and accept it gratefully and link your arms together before heading off to the location Sampo had mentioned. The two of you chatted along the way, mostly consisting of the two of you flirting back and forth. Your lover had a charming smile on his face, relieved that you were no longer mad at him.

"Hey hun..." You said, causing your lover to offer you a curious side glance. With a smile, he replied. "Yes? What can your humble servant do for you?"

"Well, I was just thinking and you have really squishy cheeks, you know?"

"Oh, really?" He grinned, flashing you a seductive grin. "Perhaps I'll have to start charging you to touch them now."

"What? You're joking!" you gasped poking at his face again. He laughed and grabbed your hand with a teasing smile. "Lucky for you, since you're my lover you get a discount! That'll be one hug and one kiss!"

"Fine, fine." You gave in, hugging him then kissing him. He smiled like an idiot the whole time.

"God, I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too, Koski."

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Dan Heng:

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GIF by honkaiedit

"What are you doing, love?" The male questioned with a confused tone as you poked his cheek. The two of you were currently in the data bank seated next to eachother in your boyfriend’s makeshift bed. He was on the floor next to you marking entries. You, being the wonderful s/o that you are, was bored out of your mind watching him do this for the past hour. You decided now was the time to demand some much needed attention.

"What does it look like I’m doing? I’m poking your cheek, cutie! Wow, you surprisingly have very soft skin.” You observed.

The male blushed and mumbled, flipping through his recordings in an attempt to distract his racing mind from your flirt.

"Is that so? Well... thank you for the compliment. You can squish them as you much as you’d like, I suppose..."

"Nuh-uh! I wanna do something else."

"Like what?” Dan Heng questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he closed his notes and gave you his full attention.

"I want attention! Gimme attention pretty please pretty boy?"

"Pretty boy..." He repeated and blushed once again, redirecting his focus away from you. He coughed into his sleeve gently and murmured "Very well. We could cuddle if you’d like."

"Yes please!" You happily replied, immediately cuddling into his side. You positioned yourself so that you were comfortably resting into him while he wrapped an arm around you. You sighed in content as your boyfriend’s cheeks turned a light pink hue at your cuteness. God, you were just too adorable to resist.

"Is this of satisfactory, my love?"

"Yes, very." You replied, cuddling deeper into his side. "You’re so cute when you get all blushy like that. darling. I love you so much.”

"Cute?" He repeated, heart beating faster. No... he was not cute. He was handsome, sure… but cute? “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. You’re the cute one here.”

Dan Heng placed gently placed his hand under your chin and lifted your face to look at him. His eyes held a newfound look of courage as he turned his gaze to your lips. You blushed at his sudden boldness and stammered.

"I-ah... yeah. You’re cute love."

He frowned and roughly captured your lips in a possessive kiss as if a switch flipped in him to assert his dominance over you. A little thing (haha shorty) like you was cute, but not him. He bit your lips softly and with his other hand, caressed your cheek. You blushed profusely and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you and deepening the kiss.

After a minute, you both pulled back desperately gasping for air. Dan Heng's expression returned to his usual calm look except for a soft blush dusting his cheeks as he buried his face into your neck. You giggled and pet his hair as he murmured,

"I’m not cute."

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Welt:

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“What are you doing, dear?" The male questioned with a confused look trying to wrap his head around the reason you could be poking at his cheek. Did you want attention? Were you bored? Was something the matter?

"Do you require some attention?"

“No." You said, continuing to poke at his cheek. The older male’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he remained quiet for a moment to think. If that wasn’t what you wanted... then what?

"...Is there something else that you need?"

"You could say that, darling." You replied in a flirty tone of voice.

"...Will you please tell me what it is so that I can satisfy you, love?"

"I want you.” You flirted, watching mild surprise coat his features. The male’s back stiffened before he cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up a bit.

“I see..." He muttered, looking at you then opening his arms for you to jump into. You grinned happily and immediately launched yourself into his arms, burying your face into his lean chest. He chuckled quietly and brought you closer, internally cooing at how cute your height difference was. He practically engulfed your smaller frame with his large and lanky arms.

"I love you Welt..." You mumbled sleepily, continuing to rest your head on his chest.

"I love you too, my dear." Your lover replied with a gentle smile, admiring the way you were already falling asleep in the comfort of his arms. He picked you up gently and made his way to your shared room, listening to your sleepy flirting.

"You’re so handsome Welt... I love you so much. Have I told you how lucky I am to have you? Cause I’m superrrr lucky…”

He chuckled, "I love you too, dear. I’m equally just as lucky to have met you." He whispered back, now entering your shared room and closing the door. He placed you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you. Carefully, he moved to sit beside you, gently pushing some stray hair out of your face with a loving smile.

“Lay with mee..." You begged tiredly, tugging on his sleeve. He said nothing and obeyed, lying down beside you. You snuggled closer into his chest and together the two of you drifted into a comfortable sleep as he stroked your hair.

"I love you, darling..."

"I love you too, dear."

SPECIAL FOR REQUESTER:

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"I love you, my beloved." Jing Yuan murmured, gazing at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes. His golden irises softened upon seeing you smile up at him, stretching your arms out to him.

He chuckled and picked you up with ease by your waist, spinning you around with a lovestruck grin. You laughed, enjoying the feeling of your clothing fluttering in the wind.

"Hahahah, I love you too, my love!"

"Oh? Is that so? That brings me immense joy to hear, dear.” The taller male replied with an amused grin plastered across his face. He stopped twirling you around and set you down onto the ground for a moment causing a pout to appear on your face.

"Pick me up again, please? My feet are tired." You said, raising your arms again while offering the general a pleading look.

"Very well, my queen/king." Jing Yuan agreed, lifting you up once again with a smile, princess style. His arms supported your legs as he had the other positioned on your back. You wrapped an arm around his neck and blushed profusely at his lovestruck eyes that never seemed to leave your face.

"What are you staring at, Jing Yuan?"

“Hopefully, my future wife/husband."

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jksprincess10 · 11 months

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Satellite || Assistant!reader x Javier Peña

Summary: You’re trying really hard not to fuck your boss. But everyone arounds you, including him, makes it really hard. (3k words)

*Despite the use of this gif, there is no physical description of reader

CW: power imbalance (Javier is reader’s boss), jealous reader, Javi being hella objectified by the office ladies, alcohol consumption, smoking, choking, Javier pressuring reader to give in, sir kink, dirty talking, praise, degradation, bj, fingering, p in v sex, kinda slut-shaming.

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Your boss looked pissed, well, more than usual. He was pacing his large office, and you could see every crinkle of worry on his face through the windowed space. You were assigned as his personal assistant. Your job consisted of taking calls, running his planner, making sure he stayed hydrated with something other than coffee. Sometimes, you also acted as a therapist.

“What’s going on, sir?” You asked as you stepped in his office, a fresh coffee in hand.

He finally stopped pacing and sat on his office chair. He looked tired, dark circles forming a distinct line on his tan skin.

“Stechner being an asshole again.”

He lit a cigarette and laid his feet lazily against his desk, his chair creaking under the shift of his weight.

“Is that new?”

Javier took a long drag of his cigarette, before answering.

“Nope. I’ll be out for a few hours with him. Can you make sure the office doesn’t burn down?”

“Got it.”

You smiled at him and watched as he got up. Your eyes always followed his body shamelessly. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t control it. It was no secret that Javier was a good-looking man, but he was your boss.

“No time for coffee, boss?”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Keep it for later.”

He grabbed his jacket, and he was out of the door.

It was mostly quiet while he was gone, and you didn’t have to extinguish any fire you couldn’t handle. So quiet after a while, that you almost dozed off.

You were one of the only one left in the office when the boss came back. You were used to it: you had to stay with Javier most of the time.

He looked like he had been through hell. His usual straight hair was curling up on his forehead. His forehead was glistening. A few of his buttons were undone, and you could see glimpses of humid tan skin. You averted your gaze before you’d also start sweating for other reasons.

“Have you finally crossed the gates of Hell, sir?” You asked.

“Ha.Ha. Real funny. No, Stechner had to take me to the fucking jungle to do his little showoff.”

“I’m sorry. Do you need me to get you a change of clothes?” You asked as you held in a laugh, still trying to make yourself useful.

“No, actually. I think I’m done for today. ”

“Well, good thing I don’t have a husband and kids waiting for me at home… It’s 1AM. Tell Stechner to have earlier dates.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll give you a ride.”

“I can’t refuse that offer.”

It helped that you both lived on the same street.

“I must say that your hair looks really good like this, sir.”

“We’re out of the office. Call me Javi.” He said, fingers holding on his steering wheel while he was balancing a cigarette between his lips.

“It’s unprofessional.”

“Your attitude is already unprofessional.”

“Am I getting fired?”

“No, I like it.”

You could also tell by the way his lips curled up under his mustache in a cat-like grin. You didn’t know what was in the air that night, but you were even more attracted to your boss than usual, if that was even possible. You averted your gaze, your eyes concentrating on the quieter street of your neighborhood.

The car came to a stop in front of your building. You thanked your boss and got out of the car before you did anything you’d regret.

Tomorrow was Friday. You could then resist another weekend not jumping on your boss’s lap. It would get easier. It always did.

On Fridays, your team had the habit of meeting at a bar near the embassy. On those days, it was mostly filled with you, a bunch of gringos who could sometimes barely speak Spanish when they were too drunk. You always came along, mostly to listen and do some small talk when you were asked. You mostly kept to yourself. Except tonight.

You were sitting with the girls, Katie and Samantha. Katie had apparently a lot to say tonight about your boss.

“I swear it was so hot. This man fucks like a god.”

“No, you fucked Peña?” asked Samantha. “Lucky girl.”

You cleared your throat and excused yourself to get another drink. You heard the girls whispering behind your back, but you couldn’t stay… because you felt both disgusted and jealous.

“Otra más por favor (Another one please).”

Just as the barman ended you your drink, Javier appeared beside you. He had loosened up his tie and his shirt and lost his suit jacket somewhere along the way. He asked for a whiskey dry in perfect Spanish.

“Are we celebrating, sir? You usually don’t come along.” You sucked on your straw, looking at Javier with curious eyes.

“Stechner got fired and sent back to America.” He hit his glass with yours as a sign of victory, before downing it. You watched as the liquid went down his throat and as he swallowed. Maybe it was the alcohol taking over you, but you wanted to kiss him there.

“Good.” You said without much conviction.

“Everything okay? You liked Stechner?”

“Just disgusted to hear my boss’s sexcapades with another employee.” You said blankly.

Javi choked on air and looked over at Katie’s table, who gave him a wink. Your fingers tightened around your glass. If you pressed any harder, you could break it.

“I will be straight with you, Javi, maybe you shouldn’t fuck the whole office. It looks bad.” You had used his name on purpose, the name slipping out of your tongue like a venomous snake.

Your hand dipped in the pocket of his shirt to steal a cigarette from him, putting it to your lips and lighting it. With your free hand, you left money on the counter and headed straight to the door, leaving your silent boss behind you.

You don’t know why you had said that. Maybe it was the jealousy squeezing your heart so hard you couldn’t think properly.

Javier stayed at the bar, clueless, whispering a small “Fuck me” as his hand met his forehead.

The taxi left you in front of your home. On the way there, you had cried silently in the backseat. You were frustrated by the barriers you had built yourself around Javier. You were the only one stopping yourself in this relationship.

Your apartment door slammed behind you, and you abandoned your bag in the entryway. Your place felt even emptier somehow. To fill the silence, you opened the radio and danced as you changed out of your work clothes into something more comfortable.

As you were pulling your oversized shirt down on your hips, you heard a knock at the door. Who wanted to see you at this hour? You took the gun you used for protection just in case and went to the door, holding the firearm behind your back.

You opened the door on your sorry-looking boss. You were tempted to close the door in his face when you saw his gaze trailing down your bare legs. You went to close it, but he held it open with a strong hand.

“Please. I just want to talk.”

“Sure. I know how talking goes with you, though.”

You knew you couldn’t avoid this conversation forever, so you let him in. You two would always end up turning around each other like satellites. You stepped away from the door and left your firearm on your living room table, watching as your boss approached. He seemed so out of place, here.

“First, you owe me a cigarette.” Javier said.

You shook your head.

“I just took what I deserved.”

He chuckled. “Fine.” You heard him sit, but you kept your gaze down. “What was that about earlier?”

“Fuck, I’m gonna need a drink if we’re having this conversation.”

He rarely heard you curse, and it made him smile. You got up momentarily to pour a glass of a random alcohol laying around and drank most of it, before sitting back down in front of your boss.

“I guess it’s just really annoying when you’re trying not to fuck your boss while every bitch around you indulges freely.” You finally spat out.

Javier’s thick brow quirked, an interested look betraying him.

“You could’ve just asked.” Javier’s deep voice made you shiver.

“Well, see, unlike you, I’m trying to be professional. And I won’t take Katie’s scraps.”

You got up and got closer to his chair, your palms resting on the armrests as you leaned down to look at him through his deep brown eyes, trying to analyze what he really wanted.

“That’s your cue to leave, boss. I’ll see you on Monday.”

But he didn’t budge. Instead, his thick fingers found the curve of your neck, in a soft, but unwanted caress. You tried to resist, but you wanted to melt into his touch, forget your own moral compass.

“Do you think I want to leave now that I know that you want me just as much as I want you, hermosa?”

The fingers on your neck became more aggressive, as he closed his grip with his thumb, in a strangling motion, but not putting any pressure. Startled by his movement, you fell onto his lap. His body was a magnet, and you couldn’t stay away.

“Javi!” You squeaked pathetically.

Amused, his grip on your throat tightened. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your head lolled back. With his other hand, he held your head up and his grip on your softened as your eyes met his. His hands touching you sent waves of lust through your lower stomach.

With the help of his hand on your head, he pushed your face closer to his. His lips closed the rest of the distance and met with yours. All inhibitions left you the moment you felt the curve of his plush lips. The kiss was filled with your own anger, and his own desire. You felt the pants of his suit getting tighter under you as you sat completely on him.

By the time his tongue left your mouth, you were dumbed by your desire. Javi’s spell had enveloped you completely.

“¿Vas a ser una buena chica ahora? (Are you going to be a good girl now?)” Your boss asked in perfect Spanish, his breath hitting your throat as he kissed you there.

“It depends, sir.” You saw the way he swallowed when you called him like that. He liked it. Of course he did.

“Get on your knees. Now.” He said as he roughly grabbed your hair. “ I wanna see if you’re still being a smartass with my cock down your throat.”

You slid down his body like a snake and landed on your knees in front of his legs.

“I can still bite it off.” You said as you undid his belt. Your fingers worked fast to get him out of his pants and boxers. He looked down at you through his thick eyelashes.

“You wouldn’t.”

His hand tangled in your hair and he pulled you face to face with his thick cock. His free hand took care of undoing his shirt.

“C’mon baby. Open up.”

You swallowed your pride, and you did, opening your mouth wide. When he was done with his shirt, he aligned his length so it would rest against your tongue. You closed your lips around him. He started moving his hips slowly, seeing how much you could take. He was bigger than any man you had before, and you were scared. But he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.

“Look at me.”

You looked up at him, eyes blown wide and cheeks red.

“Not so smart after all.”

Seeing you could take more, he pushed his cock deeper. You swallowed around him, a hint of nervousness as he was getting closer to hitting your throat. He thrusted his hips again. Slowly. You breathed through your nose as he got harsher with the sway of his hips. When he hit your throat, you felt yourself choke and tears filled your eyes.

“Oh, poor baby. Thought you’d be good for me.” Javier said, fake pity in his voice.

Javier’s hand pulled you off his cock to let you breathe. Spit and precum trailed down your chin, which he cleaned off with his thumb.

“You think you can go again?”

As an answer, your lips closed around his hard length. He held you by the hair, but this time, giving you more space. He stayed away from your throat, just pushing some of his length in your mouth, swaying his hips to make himself feel good. He was silent except for the occasional grunts, and he looked at you with eyes darkened by lust.

“Doing so good.” Javi praised, and you moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.

When he got tired of this little game, he pushed you away, and he pulled you back up.

“Everything okay, sir?” You asked softly, worried that you had done something wrong.

“Yes. I just want to see you naked.”

His hands toyed with the hem of your oversized t-shirt, and he got up from the chair to slip it off. He admired your naked breasts and the curve from your waist to your larger hips. His hands found your ass cheeks and he pulled you closer as he squeezed them.

“You’re beautiful.” Javier whispered. You curled your arms around his neck and pressed your breasts against his hard chest. Your lips met again, softer this time. While you were distracted by his lips and sweet words, Javier guided the two of you to your kitchen.

“Hold on to the counter, hermosa.”

You turned around and did as he asked, your hands laying flat on the kitchen counter. He slid down your panties and you kicked them off. He put his hand on your back to make you lower your upper body, accentuating your ass. Javier used this occasion to place a firm slap on your ass. You squealed in surprise and while you were distracted, two digits from his free hand spread your folds. You could almost feel his satisfied grin as you grinded against his hand for more friction.

Your boss obliged, one of his fingers teasing the inside as another one found your burning bud. You sighed from pleasure and relief, as he pleased you.

“You like that?” His hand landed another hard slap against the expanse of your butt cheek, and you could only moan in response.

Javi’s finger circled expertly your clit as another one fucked into you, stretching you around his thick digit. You could barely hold on to the counter as your legs started to shake under your orgasm. You had built so much tension in the last few days, that Javier was done with you quickly.

He kept going though, stretching you with another finger, before you asked him to stop. Your legs were getting sore, from a mixture of shaking and standing up for most of your day. His warm fingers left you, and he turned you around. His hands spread against your ass, and he motioned for you to jump up, wrapping your legs around his middle.

You hid your face between his neck and his collarbone, smelling a mixture of sweat, the cigarettes he couldn’t live without, and the remains of his cologne. Somewhere along the journey, he had lost his half taken off shirt.

“Second door to your right, Javi.” You said as the man was visibly lost in your apartment. You let a small laugh die against his lips as he kissed you.

He laid you down on your undone sheets, body hovering over you. You could finally take in all his beauty. Mindlessly, your fingers curled around the hair that was starting to curl against his forehead. He asked if you had protection, and you pointed the top drawer of your bedside table.

After Javier was protected and ready, he aligned his member between your open thighs. You were grateful he had kept you on your back so you could look at his face and engrain the expression he had when entered your walls. His brows furrowed together, and a sigh escaped his open lips. Your hands caressed his chest, and he started moving. You brought him closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist, absorbing him even deeper.

“God.”

“Better than anything else you’ve had?” You couldn’t pass up the occasion of making a snarky comment.

“Hmm, you could say that.”

His lips curled in a smile under his mustache. Your hips started moving against him to urge the man to move. He did, his thrusts starting at a slow pace. While you were letting his body guide you in waves of pleasure, your lips attached to his naked throat, where you sucked on his skin until you could see a red mark. You were hoping Katie would notice.

Javier, annoyed by your possessiveness, wrapped his large hand around your throat to keep your mouth away from him. You gasped as he put pressure, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he kept thrusting into you.

“¿Piensas que podrías reclamarme, hermosa? (You thought you could claim me, beautiful?)” His voice was raspy, rough.

You shook your head, and he released the pressure on your throat. He used a rough, punishing pace with the sway of his hips, making you almost scream. You were overwhelmed by his presence, his smell, and his low grunts. Noises falling from Javier’s lips got more frequent as he was nearing his end. When the protection was filled with his white release, he pulled out and got rid of the condom.

He left you for a few seconds as you were catching your breath, coming back with cigarettes and a lighter. Javier sat on the edge of the bed and lit one for himself. You admired his shoulders and toned back.

“Guess I won’t need to fuck anyone else in the office.” He finally said as he pulled the cigarette away from his lips.

He shot a glance over his shoulder, and you bit your lip as you looked at him, hope filling your body.

“I don’t believe you, Javi.”

Javier shrugged.

“You don’t have to. I’ll show you.” He promised.

When you two got back to the office on Monday, Katie couldn’t help but notice the redness on Javier’s throat, and your little satisfied smirk.

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storiesofsvu · 8 months

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5 Nights Pt 4

*not my gif* Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: semi public make out, dirty talk and lots of it, smut, v minor daddy kink. pt 4 is finally here! now y'all see why i couldn't have done all of these all together in one fic lol. I'm 99% sure this is the end but i lowkey am already thinking about extending it into a mini series of how things go when they get back to Quantico. so if y'all are interested in something like that, lmk!!

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Aaron had had his eye on you all day, barely able to tear his gaze away from you as you worked through mountains of paperwork. His plan the night prior was to get himself off to the thought of finally fucking you and then actually fuck you when you got home from the bar. Problem being that the exhaustion was catching up with him, and you were out later than planned, he was dead to the world by the time you got back to the room. So now he was stuck for the third day in a row fighting off a constant hard on, desperately trying to think of anything but the memories of you trembling in his arms or on your knees with his cock buried between your lips.

He was on his way to get a fresh cup of coffee when he spotted you in an empty, off to the side copy room, using the machine to get extra copies of case files. You’d been running low on clothes, stuck in a skirt today, one that hugged tightly to your hips and ass, leaving little to the imagination, exposing your legs that Aaron wished were wrapped around his head again. He silently shut the door behind himself, you didn’t even realize he was in the room until his hand was on your waist, his breath hot on your ear as he husked into it.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist bending you over a desk and fucking you so hard you forget your own name?” His hips ground into your ass and you let out a gasp, his cock very apparent through the fabric, “fuck you so good all you can do is chant my name, let the whole building know just who it is that’s making you feel so fucking good. Make you scream so fucking loud when that tight little pussy squirts all over my cock, just love the way you make a mess sweetheart, love watching you fall apart on my cock. Wanna pull out of you, watch your juices drip down your thighs before I come all over your face, shove my dick into that mouth of yours, watch you choke on it.”

You instinctively ground back towards him, letting out a little moan at the way his dick twitched. Your hand shot out behind you, wrapping up to tangle in his short locks, “Hotch…” you practically moaned, complete putty in his hands. All thoughts of the work place and task at hand completely forgotten as his hands began to roam your body, groping at your chest, fingers pinching your nipples through your clothes. You let out a whimper, feeling yourself begin to flutter around nothing, the pulsing in your pussy simply begging to be filled with Aaron’s cock, wetness growing with each time he rutted against you.

“I’m gonna absolute ruin you.” He growled, a hand cupping at your pussy through your skirt, “no one’s ever going to be able to fuck you like I can.”

“Aaaron…” you groaned softly, tugging at his hair.

Within a second he had you whipped around, pinning you to the counter behind you and his lips were on yours. You let out a gasp into the kiss, your entire body tingling at the feeling of his kiss, the way his tongue easily slunk into your mouth, dominating the entire situation even more. He slotted himself between your legs, a hand sneaking between your ass and the counter, squeezing at your body as he hoisted you onto the ledge. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt bunching around your waist as he rolled his hips into you, his cock rubbing right against your clothed pussy and you moaned. His teeth sunk into your lip, pulling it before letting it snap back to your mouth, he considered leaving a hickey on your neck but couldn’t resist plunging back into another kiss, never wanting to have to surface again, eager to completely devour you.

It wasn’t until his phone blared through the room that the two of you came hurtling back to earth and to your senses, jolting apart breathlessly. Hotch hissed, adjusting himself in his pants with one hand while the other dug his phone out of his back pocket to answer, turning his back on you in an attempt to focus. Chest heaving, you slid off the counter, fixing your blouse and straightening your skirt while you tried to calm the fire shooting through your body. Thankful for the mirror in the corner you were able to wipe off the smudged lipstick, take a minute to make sure your hair wasn’t too messed up before you grabbed the copies and originals from the photocopier, vanishing from the room as Aaron swapped back into work mode.

The door to the hotel room was barely shut much less locked by the time Hotch was pouncing on you, hands shoving your blazer to the floor before roughly tugging at his tie while his tongue plunged into your mouth. Clothes trailed their way through the hotel room until your back hit the wall, a gasp escaping your lips at the cool temperature on your bare back. Aaron’s lips traced the column of your neck, pulling moans from you as he began to suck at your pulse point, groaning over the taste of your skin. Your hands slunk between your bodies, palming at him through his boxers, he was already hard, pre-cum staining the front of the fabric. His hands wound around your body, pulling you tight to him as he squeezed at your ass, fingers daring to sneak between your legs from behind, brushing at your clothed pussy.

“Aaron… please..” you whined, letting out a quiet yelp when his teeth sunk into your skin, determined to leave you with a mark that claimed you as his. Your fingers tugged at his boxers, yanking them as far down as you could while he was attached to your neck, “need your cock. Now.”

“Fuck..”

You felt him twitch in your hand when you said it, letting out a breathy moan as your hand wrapped around his length. Within the next second his hands were ripping your panties off, shreds of fabric falling to the floor and you let out a louder moan when his fingers ran through your pussy lips.

“God,” he groaned, “have you been this wet all day?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, rutting your hips toward him in search of what you wanted, “need you. Fuck me, please sir.”

Aaron finally pulled himself away from the crook of your neck, wrapping a hand around his cock, running the tip of it through your folds, smearing your juices down his length. He watched the way you shivered at the contact, another whine leaving your lips before he spanked your clit with his cock and you gasped, body jolting off the wall toward him. With one swift thrust he was buried inside you, body tight against yours as he pinned you to the wall and you both let out satisfied moans.

“Fuck…” he grunted, “you feel so good.”

“Move…” you begged and that was all it took for Aaron to grab your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he began to pull almost all the way out before sinking all the way back in. “Oh god.”

Your head dropped back against the wall, each pump of his cock hit every inch of you that you needed, little whimpers and moans leaving your lips every time he pressed you into the wall. Your arms wound around his shoulders, bracing yourself up as he picked up the pace, burying his face into the crook of your neck again. You could feel the slick building between your legs, fully coating him, your pussy fluttering around his cock and he swore.

“Fuck…” he panted, “squeezing me so tight already.”

“Harder. Please.” Aaron stepped back from the wall for a moment, bracing his feet differently before thrusting even deeper into you, pinning you to the wall and you cried out in pleasure. “Oh fuck! Yes! Oh god…”

A shimmer of sweat was breaking out on your body as your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving half circle indents on his skin. Each thrust of his hips crashed you into the wall, the pain worth it for the pleasure, his body rubbing against your clit, fire prickling under your skin as you clenched down around him.

“Feel good?” He asked, finally pulling his face from your neck, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as you nodded, whining out the best ‘yes’ you could in that moment. Your thighs began to squeeze around his waist, your breath hot on his lips as your chest heaved, eyes fluttering shut and he could feel your cunt dripping and pulsing around him, “you gonna come for me sweetheart?” A hand slid up your body, roughly cupping at your chest, finger and thumb pinching at one nipple and then the next, rolling the swollen buds between his fingertips. “Be a good girl and come all over daddy’s cock.” Aaron husked into your ear, biting at your earlobe and your eyes shot open at the use of the title.

“Oh god!” Your body trembled, pussy clenching down around his cock as your peak washed over you, juices dribbling out where your bodies were connected, drenching Aaron’s thighs as he continued to pound into you.

“That’s it.” He cooed, “that’s my good girl.” His arms wound around you tightly as he pulled you off the wall, cock still buried deep in your cunt as he carried you over to the bed. Your lips were peppering kisses to the side of his neck, teeth scraping gently at the skin as you let out little whimpers, pussy still fluttering around him as you shivered. Before he had a chance to put you down on the bed you let out a little whine,

“Wanna ride you.”

“Alright.” He chuckled, slipping out of you and dropping down onto the bed, bracing himself up against the headboard as you scrambled up the bed to straddle him. His eyes flicked behind you to the full length mirror, the one he’d fingered you in front of days ago, “wait.” You stalled in your movements, “turn around.”

“But—”

“Turn. Around.”

His finger twirled and once your eyes met his through the mirror you understood why, a small smirk on your lips as you straddled his hips, hand wrapping around his cock. You trailed it through your folds, rocking up and down as you pressed his cock against your pussy, grinding up and down his length as your juices made even more of a mess before you finally lined it up and sunk all the way down onto him.

“Fuck…” you moaned, biting your lip, “love your cock.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a wicked grin, hands coming up to rest on your waist, giving you a soft squeeze, “love it buried in that tight little cunt?” A hand spanked at the globe of your ass, “you like it when I fuck you nice and deep?”

“Mmhmm?” You nodded, gasping when he spanked you again.

“Well then why don’t you get goin’? Put on a nice little show for me, let’s see how gorgeous you are riding my cock.”

You didn’t need any more encouragement, bracing on your knees as you rose up until only the head of his cock was inside you, starting a steady rhythm bouncing in his lap. Aaron groaned at the sight of your tits bouncing in the mirror, the way your eyes fluttered shut and your hands roamed your body as you rode him. Each time you came down his cock fully disappeared into your pussy, throbbing and twitching inside you, feeling the way your walls were pulsing around him. He would never get enough of this sight and he knew it, trying to memorize every inch of your body through the mirror as he squeezed at your ass with one hand, the other on your waist, guiding you up and down. His hips suddenly thrust upward and you let out a little squeak in surprise, your eyes shooting open,

“Touch yourself.” He grunted, “want you to come again before I do.”

“Yes sir.” You nodded, keeping eye contact through the mirror as you sucked two fingers into your mouth while you continued to ride him. Your fingers left a trail of spit down your body as your hand sunk lower until they hit the swollen nub, pulsing and aching to be touched, “oh fuck…” your head dropped back as your began to rub your clit.

“Harder.” Hotch urged, hands gripping your waist tighter, “faster.”

You complied, pushing harder as your hand began to move faster, bouncing quicker in his lap and you began to pant, your chest heaving as pleasure prickled under your skin. All that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin on skin, wet sounds squelching from your pussy as your moans got louder and louder. Hotch could feel your cunt squeezing down tighter and tighter with each thrust of his cock and he knew you weren’t far off.

“Oh god daddy…” You moaned.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He grunted, bracing a foot on the bed to thrust more powerfully into you, earning a loud moan from you as he did so, “show me how pretty you are when you come for me. Just for me.”

You let out a cry, your body surging forward as pleasure skyrocketed through you, your entire being shaking as you squirted all over his cock. You tensed up, hands braced against the bed in front of you before you screamed out a moan, a third orgasm coursing through you. You barely had time to feel the wetness dripping down your thighs before Aaron shoved you forward so he could get on his knees behind you, his cock never once leaving your drenched cunt and then he was fucking you into the mattress.

“God.. listen to you..” He moaned, “just fucking wrecked.” Your fingers clawed at the bedspread, pussy throbbing around him, clit harshly rubbing against the bedspread, whines leaving your lips as you began to reach the stage of overstimulation. “Just a little cock slut, aren’t you?”

“Only for… you…” you moaned out, voice muffled by the duvet.

“Good girl.” He grunted with a particularly deep thrust and your thighs shook, “gonna make me come.” He could feel his lower stomach tightening, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Give it to me.” You cried out, “want your cum.”

“Fuck.” He hissed, his hips faltering and then stilling buried deep inside your cunt, cum spurting into you, coating your walls.

“Oh god…” You groaned at the sensation, finally letting your body fully collapse into the mattress.

Panting, Aaron gently dropped over you, caging you into the bed, one hand softly soothing up and down your side as he pressed a series of kisses across your shoulders, “you okay?”

“Phenomenal.” You mumbled back, earning a chuckle from him before he kissed the back of your neck, gently slipping out of you to collapse on his back beside you on the bed. You rolled your head toward him, shifting slightly, happily sighing at the feel of the cum mixture leaking down your thighs, “but if it takes another fucking four days for that to happen again, I will not be impressed.”

“All I need is four minutes.” He smirked back at you, “besides, there’s plenty of ways I can get you off that don’t even need my cock.” You let out a yelp when his hand slid between your legs, softly fucking the cum back into your cunt, “see?” He asked with a near evil grin and you laughed, letting him wrap his free arm around your waist, lips meeting yours in a lazy kiss as he continued to toy with you.

You had to admit, even if you did have to wait another four days, you knew it would be completely worth it in the end.

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Harrington's Sister

Billy Hargrove x Harrington!fem!reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: fighting (blood, stitching), reader and billy sneaking around and making out lol, lots of smoking, drinking, parties, lots of drunk characters running around

Author’s Note: If you recognize this one you probably read ‘Harrington’ in 2020! This is the updated version of that and also the longest thing I’ve posted on this blog too date! What can I say, my love for Billy possesses me and takes over.

Disclaimer: While this is set during season 2, I don’t condone Billy’s actions in that season in the slightest. He’s an asshole and racist and has done inexcusable things. Whenever I write for him I am writing for a version of him that could’ve been better had the world around him been expanded more!

Original Request: by anon, hello! I love all of your recent content and I was wondering if you could write a billy hargrove x harrington!reader? something like they’re in a make out session and they get caught? or literally anything if you’re not comfortable with that. thank you x

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You leaned against Steve’s car, looking down at your wristwatch. He was late. Again. You had homework to do and the longer he took the longer you would be up working. You weren’t willing to pull an all-nighter before the test you had tomorrow in first period.

You looked around the bustling crowd of people for your older brother. He was only older by 10 months. The Harrington’s ‘two kids and done’ rule was over within two years, which prompted you and Steve to be so close in age.

You pushed yourself off the side of his car and wondered if Nancy had left yet. She was probably with Steve if she hadn’t. You might be able to find him, or at least get a ride from her. You had a grueling ethics essay that needed your attention and you knew that if the motivation went away you wouldn’t be able to retain it soon enough to get it done.

You started to look through the parking lot, filled with high schoolers who couldn’t drive for the life of them, for Nancy’s car. You didn’t dare enter the roadways with everyone leaving. You slithered between some parked cars and ran right into Billy Hargrove who was opening up the driver's door to his camaro.

“Woah there,” he said out of reflex, holding his hands to stop your momentum. Your breath hitched from the distraction. You were surprised to see him still around. Usually he was the first out of the parking lot, his car screeching as it made sharp turns.

“Sorry,” you breathed out. You tried to go around him but his car door was still in the way.

“Have you seen Max?” he asked. He knew you were often around his sister, or at least Steve was.

“No. Have you seen Steve?”

“No,” he grumbled. He looked above your head. You weren’t sure if he was looking for his sister or your brother but you didn’t move out of his way. “I’m supposed to take her to the arcade.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling you this. Perhaps it was because you were so off limits that he couldn’t help but be fond of you. Maybe it was because you were the only person in front of him who could listen. It was probably because you were in similar predicaments.

“Yeah well I have to do homework and Steve has the car keys,” you responded. He met your eyes. “If you see him will you yell at him?”

“I always do sweetheart.” You pursed your lips and pushed past him, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face. Billy Hargrove was the worst kind of guy. Steve hated him and you didn’t blame him. He was an asshole to everyone around him and a delinquent in the most traditional form.

But you couldn’t help but feel some sort of attraction towards him. It was likely rooted in the hatred Steve had for him, the natural urge to defy your older brother. You avoided him as best you could because you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him for longer than you could stand him.

You saw Steve standing beside Nancy’s car and you ran up to him, shaking off the small interaction for nothing more than it was. Small.

Billy wouldn’t say he went out of his way to see you but he did park right next to Steve’s car for a reason. When you approached it at the end of the school day he was already there, waiting, a cigarette dancing between his fingers.

“Where’s Harrington?” Billy questioned. You went to open the passenger door to ignore this conversation but of course it was locked.

“I’m Harrington,” you argued. You turned around. There was no getting out of this one.

“Steve,” he corrected. He gestured with his two fingers back at the school. “Caught up with Wheeler again?” “Getting things from his locker. At least told me he would be longer today.” Billy pushed himself off the side of his car gently, not wanting to leave any kind of scruff on it. You were so close just by the sheer nature of the car’s being parked beside each other. You swallowed hard.

“Max skipped today,” he said, voice low. “I could take you back if you don’t wanna wait.”

“Now why would you do that?” you questioned. You crossed your arms defensively. You hoped that putting some more space between you two would make it easier to deny him.

“Out of the kindness of my heart.”

“You have a heart?”

“You’re welcome to come check for a pulse.” You narrowed your eyes at him, a sly smile playing on your face. You were close enough to touch him and though you knew you shouldn’t, you wanted to make him think you were bolder than you were. You put your hand flat on his chest. He had his red shirt half unbuttoned. You were touching his skin with your fingers spread out. You made a face like you were thinking, contemplating the heart within him.

“Feels faint. You should get that checked out Hargrove.” He was looking at you with eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. Lust? Adoration? Thrill?

“You probably got a better grade in bio than I did. I’ll take your word for it.” You looked behind him, trying to find Steve among the crowd of dissipating students. “What harm will it do?” he asked, like he could read your mind.

You met his eyes again.

“You got a piece of paper?”

He went and shuffled through his dashboard for something to write on. He found a napkin and you pulled a pen out of your bag.

Found another ride

Sister

You put the napkin underneath the windshield wipers. Then you got in the passenger seat of Billy Hargrove’s car. You could smell the cologne he wore everyday, like he had spilled it on the carpet and it never came out. When he started the car music erupted from the speakers, Van Halen you were fairly sure. He pulled out of the parking spot, almost hitting someone, and then screeched through the lot to the exit.

You tried to hide the thrill in your chest. You shouldn’t be this excited to be in his car, to be on the other end of watching him leave the school. You were victim to something every other girl in the near vicinity was - feeling a pull towards the bad boy. You wanted to be better or at least be different but he had this routine locked down. He knew exactly what he was doing when he turned the music down to look at you. You wondered if the eyes he was making were part of his line, to reel you in.

“Which way am I turning?” he questioned, lowly. You pointed up towards the next street.

“Right. Then the second left.” He nodded. He took the turn too sharply. Despite his recklessness, you felt safe in the car with him. It’s like his own belief that he was invincible had worn off on you. “Thank you for taking me.” You had no real need to be home sooner. You would’ve been fine waiting for Steve. But you found you were better now that you were with Billy.

“No problem sweetheart.”

You drove in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. You were surprised to find him not throwing out line after line. Maybe this was his thing. Make you want him more than he wanted you so that giving in felt like his choice. He had the music turned up more, tapping on the steering wheel.

“Right up here.” There was an ease in the air that was only encouraged by the slight summer air from the windows. Billy rolled his down a bit to get the airflow. The sunrays were burning up your thighs. You squirmed, trying to get them out of the direct light. “That house.”

You knew the drive was gonna be short but you still found yourself wishing you had led him elsewhere. Some sort of long route to have a reason to stay with him. He pulled up in front of your house, looking up at it.

You followed his gaze, trying to see it how he would.

There was a gentle silence.

“You wanna go get something to ea-”

“Yes,” you finished. You had seen that charming smile on his face, one that he gave when he knew he got what he wanted. He reached in front of you and grabbed a cigarette pack out of the front compartment. He pushed one out with his finger and placed it between his teeth.

“You know your brother probably wouldn’t want you in my car.”

“I think I’m a big girl who can make decisions for herself. Don’t you?” The smile grew, all teeth. He had raised his eyebrow slightly, like he was assessing the situation and knew how it would end.

“Let’s get something to eat.”

He had never turned off the car. He pushed down on the gas.

Something about Billy was so easy. The foundation of your relationship had been built on secrecy, which made it so alluring. Maybe the two of you were just destined to continue some sort of doomed circle of attraction. Whatever the reason, you weren’t about to let go.

Billy and you stuck to sneaking around after school, ignoring each other during it. You would often pretend to have a study group, which was believable. You would also make up some story about sleeping over at a friends, which was less so, but you saved that for special occasions.

Sneaking around with Billy was the most scandalous thing you had done. You were willing to bet it wasn’t the most scandalous thing he had done. But for some reason he stuck around, never giving you a hint of wanting to be somewhere else.

The inside of the Camaro had become a comfort. You started to know the grooves of the car, the way the passenger door stuck or the dim lighting of the overhead bulbs.

You pushed the rearview mirror back so that you could see your face. You fixed your hair, messy from an afternoon well spent. Billy snuck a hand onto your thigh. You eyed him evenly.

“Down boy,” you whispered.

He scoffed, his tongue coming out in his smile. He removed his hand obediently but not after a pat. You adjusted the seat you were in so it wasn’t reclining anymore. You looked back at yourself in the mirror, surprised to see you were grinning. It was like you couldn’t help it.

You glanced out the window out of habit. You were parked on the side of a highway ten miles outside of Hawkins. You knew there were almost no chances of Steve finding you out here, but the adrenaline of the almost kept you looking.

“Harrington isn’t gonna find us out here. Relax princess.” You gave him a narrow look. “Steve isn’t gonna find us out here.” You nodded once and relaxed back into your seat. He placed a toothpick between his teeth.

“You never know. He likes to be spontaneous.”

Billy was so used to sneaking around. Usually it was with girls he didn’t want to be seen with. It was rooted in selfish reasons, almost every time. Almost. He found that sneaking around with you was more exhilarating. Was it because of Steve or had Billy Hargrove actually found himself in love?

The mere thought made him want to pull away from the situation but he stayed, too stubborn to fight even himself.

“Would it be so bad if he caught us?” Billy asked. You placed your elbow on the dash between you, holding your chin in your hand.

“He’d kill you,” you whispered. He looked up at you, the smile on his face creeping wider.

“I’d like to see him try,” he whispered back, a surprising amount of sincerity in his voice.

“You sure you don’t need a ride today?” Steve was following close behind you. You were weaving through the crowd of rushing students.

“I’m sure. Thank you though.” If you weren’t so wound up in the heat of the relationship you might’ve still had Steve take you back a couple times a week. Most of the time you were skipping the last period with Billy or you had him taking you home before Steve ever left the school.

It had been almost a month that you and Billy had been sneaking around. Nancy wasn’t really cutting it anymore, in the way of excuses. She was your friend but she was also your brothers girlfriend so you couldn’t exactly confide in her where you were spending all of your hopeless afternoons.

You emerged into the parking lot. You both stopped.

“Where are you going today?”

“Study group.”

“For which class?”

“Chemistry.” He narrowed his eyes on you.

“With who?”

“Steve I don’t appreciate this line of questioning.” He searched your face for a weakness. You had none. “Tell mom I’ll be back before dinner.” You could tell he wanted to argue but had nothing to back himself up with. “Goodbye Steve.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You wound me. Goodbye Steve.”

“Are you still going to the party tonight at Thompsons?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back in plenty of time for that,” you promised. He nodded once, suspiciously.

He started to back up and ran right into someone. With his flurry of apologies you were able to sneak away. You walked around the back of the school, searching in your bag for the cigarette you had stolen from Billy that morning. You found it after a moment. You fought with your lighter for a moment before placing it between your lips and landing between buildings next to the racetrack.

Billy was already there.

“Where’d you get that?” he asked, gesturing to your lips. You took it between your fingers to leave a chaste kiss on his mouth.

“Found it in my boyfriend's car.”

“Shouldn’t be dating a guy that smokes. Bad for you,” he hummed, taking it from you. “How was your day sweetheart?” You shrugged.

“I’m skipping PE next time. I’d rather be caught dead than in that locker room again.”

“You girls have it easy. You can feign a broken nail.”

“Don’t be a douche.” You took your cigarette back. “You act like you ever come to PE.”

“Basketball counts towards my PE elective,” he promised. “I spend plenty of time in the locker rooms.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Slightly suggestive Hargrove. What are you doing in the locker room that long?” He rolled his eyes.

“We’re even now.” You nodded once. He approached you and you slung your hands over his shoulders. Smoke emerged from behind him, trailing from the cig. He leaned forward and kissed you. You were addicted to kissing him. He permanently tasted like beer and bad decisions. You wondered lazily if the nicotine on his lips added to your dependency. “You comin to the party tonight?”

“Yup,” you promised. You hadn’t gotten to see Billy break Steve’s keg record in person yet and the sheer idea of it got you excited. When he kissed you again he was smiling. His hands wandered from your hips at the sound of your moan against his lips.

“I just need to grab something from the locker room.”

Your eyes shot straight open at the sound of a familiar voice coming down the alley. You pushed Billy off of you, leaving you against the wall heaving, a cigarette still burning between your fingers.

Steve was at the end of the alley, Nancy trailing behind him. She had a firm grip on her bookbag and at the sight of you her jaw set. You could barely even look at Steve but for the sake of everyone, you met his eyes. His eyes fueled immediately with anger.

“What the fuck are you doing here with my sister Hargrove?” he demanded. Billy was looking ridiculously guilty, the red from your kisses still on his face.

“I think you know what I was doing here with your sister Harrington.”

Steve stomped forward in anger, eager to put his fists to use. You rushed between them, putting your hand against Billy’s chest and facing Steve.

“Steve, calm down.”

“Is this where you’ve been going every afternoon? You haven’t been studying at all. You’ve been with Billy Hargrove?” A defeated look went over your face. Steve shook his head in betrayal. “Why would you lie to me?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this!”

“Because you were making out with Billy Hargrove!” he repeated.

“I can make my own decisions!” “Clearly not good ones!” Nancy grabbed Steve’s arm, pulling him gently backwards. He didn’t shake her off.

“Let it go Harrington,” Billy said. Steve lurched forward and Billy walked in front of you, blocking you. You grabbed his shoulder, pulling him backwards.

“Alright alright,” you muttered. “You need to go cool off Steve.”

“She’s right,” Nancy said. She looked at Steve with an even gaze.

“I’ll see you at the party?” you questioned, eager to have this confrontation end. Steve had a hard look on his face, clearly not wanting to exit this conversation. He didn’t answer which was an answer. You’d see him at the party. Steve kept his gaze on Billy until Nancy forced him to turn around.

The tension dissipated when he left.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.” You hit his shoulder, rolling your eyes. He scoffed, feigning hurt. He threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him by bending his elbow towards your neck. “I get you for a couple more hours then?”

“Seems like it,” you said optimistically.

“Let’s go get ready for that party then, hm sweetheart?”

You had been to parties before but you only ever went with Steve. You would usually lose him right after you arrived but end up having to drive him home before midnight. He always swore not to get drunk which absolutely meant he was sure to.

Going with Billy was different. He took you back to his place, somewhere you had never been before. He had you climb in through the window of his room, laughing as he hoisted you up. You threw clothes at him, knowing you weren’t about to wear your school clothes out. He had nothing in the way of girl clothes but helped you sneak into his step moms room when she and his dad went out.

“Your mom only has mom clothes,” you said, going through her coat hangers.

“Step-mom,” he corrected. He was looking in the mirror of her vanity, adjusting his hair. You reached into the back, something that felt like it hadn’t been touched since they moved in. You pulled out a dress, though you weren’t sure it was gonna fit. You hummed, wondering if you could find a pair of scissors to make it work. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He put his head on your shoulder.

“What about this one?” you asked, holding the fabric in your hands. “I could make it a crop top or maybe a short dress. Some sort of jacket…” you hummed in consideration.

“Whatever you want. I’m sure she won’t miss it.”

He grabbed you some scissors and you made it your own, satisfied that you were able to go out in it. Then you were back in his car, the music far too loud, and the night air coming in through the cracked windows. By the time you arrived at the Thompsons residence the party had already started. You could hear the music from the car and could see the half drunk people loitering around the deck. Billy got out of the car, surveying the area, and was immediately noticed by one of the basketball players you didn’t recognize.

You followed him inside, his hand remaining in yours as he dragged you along through the crowd. You kept crashing into people but he kept your hands together, dependent on your touch. You emerged near the punch bowl that was almost certainly not punch.

“We should’ve pregamed,” you muttered. The smile that came over his face was mischievous and alluring. He had opted only to wear his black leather jacket to the party, not bothering with a shirt underneath. The amount of people there required you to be so close you were almost touching, not that you minded.

“I’ll drink enough to say we did,” he promised. He leaned over, giving you a sloppy kiss that tasted like whatever was in this punch. You hummed, melting into his touch. He held you up with a hand on your hip.

When he pulled away he was already dragging you outside. You emerged through the sliding glass doors. You were surprised at the burst of cold air, despite the fact that there were maybe more people out there than there had been inside. It was like the entire senior class was here.

“Hey Hargrove!” one of the basketball players called. You thought maybe his name was Travis but you weren't sure enough to call out to him. You knew it started with a T. “We’ve been saving this one for you!” Travis slapped the metal keg on the ground. You scoffed, looking at it in dismay. You would have one hell of a headache in the morning after that. Billy whistled at the sight of it. He let go of your hand and you couldn’t hear his voice over the people trying to talk to him. You crossed your arms, watching with curious eyes as someone made the deliberation on who would get to lift him up over it.

You shook your head in amazement. Billy looked back at you, a reckless smile on his face. You raised your eyebrows at his gaze. He gestured to the keg.

“Show me how it’s done!” you called. The smile on his face grew. The cockiness of it edged at the lines of his lips. He looked ridiculously good.

He let two people lift him over it.

You had practically forgotten about Steve. It seemed like he was a whole other universe of issues. Right now it was just you and Billy and the hundred other seniors that were around. There were not many thoughts going through your head as you watched Billy, the pull towards him suddenly undeniable.

“Where’d you get that outfit?”

Steve broke your thoughts. You turned to find him standing beside you. You hadn’t even noticed him approaching.

“None of your business.”

“Mom’s pissed. She made you dinner.”

“Don’t act like you don’t skip dinner all the time.” Your voice would’ve been a mutter had it not been so loud. People had started chanting, counting down, screaming Billy’s name.

“You’re making a mistake!” Steve called over everyone. “He’s not a good guy!”

“Some could say you aren’t either!”

It was a slightly low blow, making him think about the things he had said and done just last year.

“He won’t change!” Steve argued.

They put Billy down, cheering followed.

“Keg King prevails!” someone yelled, slapping him on the back. Billy wiped his face aggressively, yelling along with them. He turned around, completely blind to Steve, and kissed you as hard as could. You could still taste the beer on his lips, his breath aching of it. The cheering continued, only intensified at the kiss.

You could’ve sat there forever if Steve hadn’t pulled him off you by the shoulder.

Billy, hyped on adrenaline, turned to face your brother. He still had a hand on you but quickly let go when he noticed who had pulled him away. He puffed his chest.

“You gonna tell me to stay away from your sister Harrington?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna tell you.” You became aware that most people were watching this unfold. Their eyes hadn’t left Billy. He seemed to do one entertaining thing after the next.

“Why don’t you make me?”

“Okay guys-” you started but was cut off by Steve throwing a punch. You gasped, not expecting actual violence to ensue. Billy, always eager to use his fists, didn’t hesitate to fight back. He pushed Steve against the sliding glass door, shattering it. Your eyes went wide, unsure how to even handle this.

People were cheering and groaning on Steve’s behalf.

Steve scrambled up, throwing his whole body at Billy.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” you muttered. You rushed to follow them as they took the fight in the house. You hadn’t been here for ten minutes before you were sure the police would be called.

Billy staggered, throwing a punch that missed. Steve grabbed a lamp off the counter and hit him with it.

“Okay! Okay that’s enough!” You pushed through the people, trying to get in between them. Before you could Billy hit Steve with a china plate that was on display in the corner of the room. You winced, watching your brother crumble against the kitchen counter. You threw yourself between them, pushing Billy back. He had a crazed adrenaline pumping look in his eyes.

You shoved him back, gently and then turned back to Steve who was struggling to stand. You found Nancy in the crowd, who heard the commotion. She was drunk, you could tell in her eyes, but not enough to not understand what was going on. She helped you help Steve up.

“It’s time to go home,” you said, evenly. Nancy wasn’t sober enough to drive. “I’ll call you a cab or something.”

“I’ll make him wait outside and think about his actions,” Nancy muttered. The event cleared her head quickly. “I’ve got it.”

“No, no, you don’t get to leave here with him. He’s not good for you!” Steve exclaimed.

“Steve, I can make my own decisions!” You turned to Nancy. “You got him?” She nodded, swallowing hard. He had a cut down his forehead but it looks superficial. Plus, if anyone was capable, it was Nancy Wheeler.

“But-” Steve started.

“You can’t protect me forever,” you said, cutting him off. He met your eyes and pursed his lips. “Go home.”

“You too.”

He followed Nancy out. When you turned around Billy was breathing hard. He was being spoken to in all directions. You turned back to him and noticed that the lamp had gotten the side of his head good. His hair was starting to turn red on the left side of his head.

You were going to speak when you heard someone scream.

“Police!”

You breathed out sharply. You weren’t prepared for this much excitement. You grabbed Billy’s arm who in turn, led you out the back. Everyone was running and you could barely see him in the dark with his black leather jacket on. He jumped the neighbors fence without a second thought. You followed close behind until you returned back to the car where you had come from. You had parked down the street a bit, which ended up being your saving grace in the night. You could see the police lights back at the house, not even a block away.

Billy unlocked the car.

“You are not driving,” you exclaimed, voice sharp.

“I’m fine,” he responded, voice rushed.

“You are the opposite of fine,” you grumbled, grabbing the keys from him. “Passenger seat.” He didn’t move. “Now!” You weren’t sure if it was the pain or the alcohol but he listened to you. He got into the passenger seat of the camaro. You started the car, cursing gently as it revved. You backed up and pulled away in the opposite direction from the Thompsons.

The music turned on naturally but it was a silent rumble to the heavy breathing you both were exhaling.

It took five minutes for either of you to speak.

“We need to get your head looked at,” you said, now that you were able to see and think straight. He nodded.

“I’ve got a first aid kit in the back.”

“Why do you have a first aid kit in the back?”

“You’d be surprised how often this happens.”

“You used to stitching yourself up?” “I find bandaids work just fine.” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want to go back to your house, knowing it’s likely where Nancy took Steve. You hoped they had made it home safe and weren’t victims of the police raid. You didn’t want to take Billy back to his place, knowing you had stolen his step moms shirt and unsure how they would react to finding him like this.

You pulled over onto the side of the highway. It was only 10. It wasn’t completely deserted but the traffic had eased enough for you to be comfortable pulling aside. You climbed into the backseat, rummaging around his jackets. You found the first aid kit and then returned to the driver's seat. Billy was breathing evenly. You found a ghost of a smile on his face.

You opened up the kit and placed it on your lap before looking back up at him.

“Stay still,” you muttered. He did as he was told. You moved his hair aside to find the actual wound. He was bleeding from his noise from a punch but that didn’t look broken, just bruised. It was the open wound that worried you. You seethed. It didn’t look deep but it didn’t look good.

“You good sweetheart?” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You looked down at the kit and grabbed some wet wipes, trying to clear the blood away. He winced.

“How are you doin sweetheart?” you teased. He scoffed.

“I’m alright,” he promised. You worked in silence for a moment.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did. He wanted a fight. He got one.” You couldn’t deny the truth in his statement. Steve would’ve fought him eventually. “And I won.” He turned his head to meet your eyes. “I get to keep you.” You flushed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“What makes you think I wanna keep you? Now that we aren’t sneaking around anymore?”

“You're covered in my blood,” he muttered. Your hands were stained with it. You hadn’t even noticed.

“Point taken.” You cleared your throat. “It doesn’t need stitches. You got lucky.”

“Can’t say the same for Steve.” You suddenly thought of the sound of the plates hitting Steve’s head. You winced on his behalf. He adjusted himself. “I need a shower.”

“You want me to take you home?”

“No. Don’t wanna face my dad quite yet.”

“Well we can’t go back to my house. Steve is almost surely there.”

“Then we’ll stay here till we know my dad’s asleep,” he muttered. You nodded and eased in your chair. There was a beat of silence.

“No one’s ever done anything like that for me before Hargrove.”

“I like being the first,” he muttered. His hair was fucked up and he had dried blood on his face and bags under his eyes but you had never been more attracted to him.

“Poor Tammy Thompson. She’s got a broken backdoor, the police and broken lamps,” you whispered. You hadn’t realized your voice had gone down but it felt appropriate for the vibe of the moment.

“Shouldn’t have had kegs there,” he shrugged. You smiled.

“Fair.” You saw his eyes drooping in exhaustion. You held your chin in your hand. He had rested his head against the back of his seat. “I think I wanna keep you,” you whispered. He smiled weakly.

“Good to hear.” You leaned forward, kissing him chastley, to which he responded easily. You placed your hand gently on his cheek, trailing down his skin. He shuddered against your touch.

You rested your forehead against his.

You met each other's eyes and a guilty smile played on his lips.

“What?” you whispered, giggling.

“Nothing,” he promised. “Nothing.”

Billy Hargrove had fallen in love. But he had no intention of telling you that. Not quite yet.

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lunalockley · 1 year

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Night Desires

Dark!Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I mean, dark sort of creepy Steven Grant wishing to do things he shouldn't. Nonconsensual desires? Maybe.

Words: 900+

Notes: This is very short and not as dark as it could, I'm just testing the waters! Let me know what you thinkkk and thanks for always reblogging and commenting nice things <3 love you all

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It began before I could even see your face, it began before I even knew your name. It began with your voice.

You didn't realize such thin walls this building has, did you? Of course, you didn’t darling. Is that why you started to rub your pretty little clit in the middle of the night on your first day in? You thought your good new neighbor couldn’t hear you? God, Love, the sounds you made. I could hear everything. I swear I’ve never been so hard in my life before, never so fast. I tried not to react to it, at first. I really tried. I’m a good guy after all. I’m a gentleman. But who could have resisted you?

I used to wonder how would you react if I told you. When you are all sweet and nice to me in the corridor, what would you do if I say how hard you made me come with your moans and that gasping breathing of yours? Would you blush if I say how I was stroking my cock with one hand and covering my mouth with the other so you couldn’t hear how you wrecked you had me? Would your heart pick up in your chest if I say how badly I want it to be my hands the ones that had you whining so pretty? Would that make you wet? I bet it would. You’re not a good girl, not all the time at least. I know that much.

But you can’t blame me, can you? After that first night, I decided I would never think about it again. I was ashamed. I was even planning on moving my bed from the wall to the farthest possible place in the flat. Can you imagine? I was planning on keeping myself away from you. What an idiot. I didn’t last much though. We bumped into each other in the elevator a few days later and I was a goner.

You had to be so bloody gorgeous, didn’t you? You were all smiles and blushed cheeks. Calling my name in that way you did. Steven, you said. How your lips wrapped the sound, how it ended somewhere low in your throat it drove me insane right there. Steven, it never sounded so glorious before. I wonder how it might sound all breathy and delirious in the darkness of your room, I wonder what it would do to me then. I need to find out.

It used to be okay Love, this little secret between the night, the walls, and I. My favorite time of the day. Delighted in you, holding my breath, measuring my movements to don’t lose any detail I could catch but then—then that disgusting vibrating sound ruining everything. Overcoming your sighs, your pretty little whines. Everything.

How dare you do that to me.

Using some lifeless cold machine when I’m right here alive and warm and eager to do anything you could ask me to. It’s cruel. Making me jealous of some stupid battery thing when I could give you everything. Anything you needed for as long as you wanted it. Letting you catch your breath just to start it all over again.

I hate it. Night after night I hate it more and more. That detestable repetitive sound. It makes me mad. I want to take it off your hands, rip it apart and show you—

Once I read that no man with power should be trusted because he will always use it for his own benefit. I used to think that wasn’t true. I had faith in people, I had faith in me. But now I know—If I just had a tiny little amount of power over you. If I had you all helpless at my mercy, nowhere else to go. God, the things I would do.

Nothing to hurt you, of course. I could never hurt you. Not if you don’t want me to, but I bet you would.

I would just take you the way I’ve wanted all these months. Pump my cock in and out of that wet pussy just like you do with that toy. But, Love, I would be so, so much better. I would know how you need it just by looking at you. Giving it to you faster, slower, harder. And you just would need the lay back and take it for me.

At first, I would have you on your knees. I want to hold you against a wall and fuck your pretty face until your throat is burning, until you’re choking on me and tears run down your cheeks. But I want it slow and tender too. I want you to take just as much as you want to, your hand stroking the rest. I want you to lick me, to savor me. I want to feel your lips and your tongue. And I want to kiss you afterward.

And I want to taste you. I want to drag my tongue just like I’ve been dreaming for so long and I want to feel you tremble and to hear you beg and I want you to get mad and push me against you, I want to lose my breath and have you in my mouth and my lungs and my hands.

And I want to know how those pretty little sounds feel right in my ear. The warmth of your ragged breathing into my neck. Your soft hands holding into me. Your wet cunt clenching hard around me, and my name on your lips over and over again.

I need everything and more.

I fantasize about it. All the damn bloody time. About just breaking in and giving you what so desperately need.

Anything you need.

I used to want but I’m getting tired of it. Enough is enough, Love. I’ll start doing now.

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lifeiskentastic · 9 months

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Ken flirts (albeit not very successfully) with a officer gn!Reader

Gif by jokerous

A/n: I want to say in advance that if I don't respond to your replies, it's only because this is my side blog and I still haven't figured out how to make it the main blog ;( and English is still my second language so be sure to let me know about my mistakes!

Summary: Ken shows up at the police station again, but this time he has a much more complicated reason for being there;

Song I recommended: Santa Monica by Everclear (although it's not really suitable for fanfic, the song and lyrics were just made for Ken);

Word count: 1,107 words;

Hope you like it!

You've interrogated all sorts of weirdos during your long career as a police investigator. But such a case was certainly the first of its kind. And probably the only one. In front of you sat a not at all embarrassed man in the uniform of a horse rider, that is, in a ridiculous oval hat, a black suit, only horse was. What was the main problem. After all, walking in such clothes in public places and even without a horse is not to everyone's liking. In addition, if it is stolen. Although most of the townspeople have already managed to get used to it since this same man and his companion appeared here for the first time. However, this case was different, as today he came alone. That's why they didn't let him home right away, but sent you to deal with it.

"So Mr. Ken…" You looked at the man who wasn't the least bit concerned about being in the police station, not knowing what you were going to do with him.

"Oh yeah, it's me."

"Um, why did you steal that suit?" You mentally slapped yourself on the forehead for asking such a stupid and obvious question. It's like asking a criminal why he committed a crime... Damn.

Ken was smiling brightly, only making you despair even more. "You see, I just don't have anything to pay yet… But I'll pay it all back very soon! Yes…" But you wouldn't tell that from his unsure and guilty face.

"I'm sorry, mister, but in our town promises aren't enough." For some reason it was difficult for you to say this. Maybe you just couldn't resist the person's naive sincerity in front of you.

"Okay, I'll give you one last warning in hopes that I won't find you in a stolen suit in the middle of a police station again, okay?" Ken shook his head.

"Well, officer, I promise, it won't happen again!"

"Eh, I hope so…"

To tell the truth, this was not the first such "last" warning, but... But sometimes it is worth making exceptions to the rules and protocols for the sake of a good cause.

"Um, officer?" You were about to walk out of the interrogation room and just pretend you didn't see the criminal leaving the police station without punishment. But Ken stopped you with his strangely needy look. "Actually, I just wanted to meet you again."

You were once again surprised by the frankness of this man. And ignorance.

"You could just walk in here, you don't have to commit a robbery."

"Oh."

For a moment you stared into each other's eyes in inexplicable silence until you remembered in time that Ken was a little out of this world. But you didn't know yet whether in a physical or mental sense.

Ken's expression lost its former fervor for a moment, causing you to feel a sharp pang of guilt. So you decided to somehow cheer him up.

"Anyway, I'm very flattered that you went through such troubles for me." You pointed out Ken's appearance, and he immediately melted with pride. "Good job."

You chuckled amicably, but immediately after that you suddenly remembered that you were still wearing your police badge and had some responsibilities, so you improved to add:

"But anyway, don't do that again!"

"Haha, not going to anymore, don't worry officer."

And silence reigned again, although this time it was filled with your mutual smiles. Incredible, but even criminals can be cute.

Ken began to glare at you, to which you could only respond with confusion. This careful look confused you a little, so you decided to find out the reason for it directly.

"Is something wrong Ken?" Ken squinted and something in his sly expression seemed to warn you of danger...

"You are beautiful."

You blinked, slightly not expecting such an answer to the question about feelings.

"Um, thanks… You're in good shape too." Ken assumed a very strange pose that you could describe as flirtatious if he wasn't the weird stranger. After all, how could he flirt with you? It seemed as if the roles of the policeman and the culprit were somehow unfairly reversed between you...

Ken folded his arms on the table, looking at you with all possible attention. Because of which you imperceptibly shuddered. A very strange feeling welled up as you stared into those crystal blue eyes in return. And Ken's smile might seem innocent and naive, but as an experienced police officer you couldn't afford to be fooled by that…

Your palms also rested safely on the table, and the undisguised slyness with which Ken was looking at them could not be ignored... After that, Ken lightly touched his soft fingers to yours, as if by accident, but you could definitely tell from his satisfied face that this was exactly what he intended. But you have not removed your hands in any way. Even if these touches did not seem only friendly.

Ken's whole look (minus the costume ) was like... Head over heels in love? You tried to drive away these insolent thoughts, but the affectionate look fixed on you as if he was completely devoted only to you, the barely noticeable movements of his fingers on your palms and the atmosphere of privacy created by him did not give you peace. And when did everything get so fast?

"You know, I've always wanted to try on an officer's uniform, although I'm pretty sure it looks better on you."

Well, even if it was a sincere and deliberate flirtation, it was so incredibly unfussy and simple that it couldn't help but be touching. If everyone in Ken's world is so nice and unassuming, then this place is clearly Heaven.

"Hmm, thanks again and… And I'm also pretty sure that the uniform will fit you."

You didn't know what Ken was playing, but you decided to keep up with him. It seems that a real battle was brewing here...

"Are you busy tonight?"

It confused you a little. Somehow unexpectedly, too sharply and in general, such purely friendly invitations are not made with such a flirtatious tone!..

"No. Not at all. Do you want to meet?..."

But your tongue had already given away all your innermost thoughts before you had time to really think them through.

Ken looked as if he had already expected a refusal, but when he heard the unequivocal agreement... Well, sparks flew from him. Literally. However, you were sure that this only seemed to you.

"So, at the beach today?"

"I will wait for you!"

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lz-didyounotice · 2 months

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Wrong Doctor

This gif do not belong to me.

Heyyyyy! How are you lots? So. This one took longer than expected, liked none of my drafts and ended up with a totally different story than what it once was… But in the end it turned out okay. This one takes place a few months before “An hymne to love”. Sorry if the writing seems a bit funky.

Froggit-

Warning : english is not my first language. Lots of fluff, mention of kids going missing.

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The night enveloped her in a blanket of light, the moon casting its ethereal glow upon the valley. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, the chill creeping into her back as she stood in this tranquil surrounding. Her hair danced gently in the breeze, her eyes shut, savoring every subtle shift of the wind against her skin.

In that moment, barefoot and grounded, she reveled in the sensation of grass brushing against her, its touch both enchanting and soothing. The wind whispered softly, a silent companion as she indulged in dreams of a life among the stars.

She had intended to linger for hours, captivated by the celestial spectacle above, immersed in the profound silence of the night. Despite the creeping cold, her breath materialized in wisps of white her thoughts, consumed with whimsy, as she attempted to conjure ephemeral clouds with each exhalation, watching them dissipate into the darkness. To an outsider, she would have seemed to hang on a single string of sanity with only the calming movement of her chest and the shelter of her leather jacket for warmth. For her, the onset of winter was a long-awaited embrace, promising transformation as the yellowed fields would soon be blanketed in snow.

Breaking the silence, the faint sound of footsteps approached from behind. The rhythmic rustle of grass grew louder, drawing nearer . She kept her gaze fixed upon the heavens, as though committing every star to memory.

The stranger hesitated to speak, his attention taken by the beautiful figure he now stood next to. Her short, ginger hair glowed under the moonlight, her eyes bathed in a soft, bluish luminescence. As their eyes met, something ignited within her as she beheld the familiarity of a man she had never expected to see again.

His unruly hair and long trench coat framed a face adorned with dark brown eyes, each holding the mysteries of the universe. A small smile graced her lips as she admired the beauty of his presence.

Breaking the silence, his voice, warm and soothing, punctuated the night. "A splendid night, wouldn't you agree?"

Gazing back at the stars, she could only nod in agreement. “Splendid doesn't begin to describe it,” she murmured. Sensing him gazing away, she inquired, "And what brings a gentleman like yourself out here in the middle of night?"

"I could ask you the same," he countered.

“I find… comfort in this place… Makes me think of home.,” she confessed.

Seemingly intrigued, he pressed further, “And what might be your name ?”

With a soft smile, she adjusted her short hair before responding. “You can call me ‘Sunny’. And you? What shall I call you?”

“I'm the Doctor.”

“The Doctor? Doctor who?” Her inquiry was tinged with playful curiosity, yearning to see the smile she once cherished.

“Just the Doctor,” he replied, a faint grin playing upon his lips.

“I had a friend who went by that name…” she reminisced.

Intrigued, the Doctor couldn't resist probing further. “What happened to him? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I had to go somewhere he could not follow…” she replied, truth trapped between her teeth .

“Did you tell him ? About where you were going ?” he inquired gently.

“It was the reason we met in the first place. He knew it would happen eventually. But I don’t think he was prepared for it…” she finally admitted.

The Doctor couldn't help but wonder about what remained unspoken. The possibility of meeting one of his future companions filling his hearts with warmth and curiosity . ‘Sunny’ sounded familiar. He was sure to have met her somewhere before but didn’t want to pry further.

“Anyway, have you seen something strange ‘round here recently ?” he inquired, redirecting the conversation.

“Besides you?” she teased.

“I'm being serious.”

“Well, not far from here lies a small village. There have been reports of missing children in recent weeks. What's most unsettling is that the parents seem to forget they ever had them in the first place.”

“How does one forget their own children?” the Doctor pondered aloud.

“I've wondered the same. And with no one reporting them missing, there's been little effort to find them. It's as though they vanish into thin air,” she explained.

“Now that’s dreadful. At least I know where to search.” the Doctor resolved, turning his full attention to her. “Do you happen to have a vehicle we could use to get to town ?”

“If you ask so kindly, I might be able to lend a hand too. Come on” she offered with a warm smile, leading the way towards her home.

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Soon, a small cottage came into view, its white walls adorned with creeping vines, a charming composition of rustic brick and verdant foliage. Adjacent to it stood a barn, spacious enough to shelter two vehicles within.

Hurrying to the porch, the ginger-haired woman donned her shoes before darting towards the barn.

“I must warn you, there’s not only vehicles in there.” Finally opening the doors, a sort of large laboratory came into view. Filled with spare parts, prototypes made out of domestic machinery. The Doctor's eyes gleamed with a childlike fascination as he explored each and every invention he could put his hand on. “‘Careful with that, wouldn't want you to blow up anything.” she quipped, her tone lighthearted as she watched him tinker with her modified mixer.

"A bit rubbish, don't you think you could have used a different lens for these? The blast could be fuller." Searching for two helmets, the ginger haired girl tried to not be offended by the Doctor's comments. “I do with what I can find, Doctor. Anyway, most of them are just smaller scale machinery.” Finally finding what she was searching for, she tossed a black one to the timelord. “Catch! I hope you’re not afraid of speed my dear.”

Looking confused, the doctor examined his helmet, and realized what they would be driving. “Oh- That’s brilliant!”

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Long had it been since she had such a thrilling adventure. Dodging monstrous aliens and unraveling mysteries alongside the Doctor. She even found herself yearning to join him aboard the TARDIS once more. Yet, she knew it was a temptation she couldn't succumb to, lest she alter the course of fate.

As they rode back on her motorbike, she relished the sensation of his arms encircling her, his laughter mingling with the rush of wind. His presence behind her, his warmth seeping through her, felt like a dream she never wanted to end.

Upon returning home, she resolved to embark on a journey of her own—a quest to reunite with her lost lover. But as the Doctor passed by the door, she invited him to share a cup of hot chocolate with her, an offer he accepted with eagerness.

Seated together on the couch, they savored each sip, savoring the fleeting moment of companionship.

“You know, your friend was lucky to have you by his side,” the Doctor remarked, his gaze thoughtful as he sipped his drink.

Smiling softly, she leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder. “I believe I was the fortunate one. I only wish he could see himself as I see him.”

“And how do you see him?” he inquired earnestly.

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“A complete and utter idiot…” she confessed, her tone affectionate as laughter bubbled between them. “But a kind idiot.”

As their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passed between them, as if this moment was meant to be.

"I hope you find him soon. He must miss his companion," the Doctor remarked gently.

“I miss him too,” she whispered, her heart heavy with longing.

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The Tardis was Shimmering. Her to be slightly altered beauty, scratched from previous adventures. She had missed the feeling of her wood beneath the skin, how comforting it actually was.

Standing outside of the TARDIS door, the Doctor had extended an offer for her to accompany him, albeit temporarily, but as much as she appreciated the offer, she knew her destiny lay elsewhere.

“Before I go… Though I'm not supposed to know, could you perhaps share your name?” the man requested softly.

“I suppose it won't hurt,” she conceded, stepping closer. “I'm (Y/N).”

“It was a pleasure meeting you (Y/N)” he said with a wistful smile, finally setting foot into the blue box.

“And it was a pleasure to see you again, Doctor,” she replied.

And as the TARDIS vanished from sight, (Y/N) felt her heart swell with determination. She wanted to burst out, claim the very air in her lungs and scream out her farewell. Though tears welled in her eyes, they weren’t tears of sadness, as hope came through. Hope to be in his arms, reunited with her beloved once again.

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number1mingyustan · 1 year

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Habit (part ii.) —k.sy

GIF by chogiwapadada

fuckboy!hoshi x fem!reader

Genre: fwb au, college au, fuckboy au, angst, smut

Warnings: kissing, cursing, oral (m.), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (doggystyle),explicit smut

Word Count: 3.3k

part i. part iii. part iv.

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(a/n: i was gonna wait like a week to post this but i got impatient 😊)

"Shorty," Soonyoung nudges you.

You, Seokmin, Soonyoung, Nai, and another one of your friends, Joshua, are all out for lunch together. You're all engaged in conversation and enjoying your food when he nudges you.

"Hmm?" you turn your head toward him.

"Can I come to your dorm tomorrow night?" he asks.

"What?" you question.

"Nai and Seokmin have plans involving her coming to our dorm and they're definitely going to kick me out. I thought it would be cool if you and I could hang. If you're busy it's fine though, I'll just ask Akari if–"

"You can come over," you cut him off.

He smiles and thanks you before picking up the conversation with the rest of the group happily. There's a million thoughts lingering in your mind but you choose to push them away.

The next night Soonyoug comes over and you end up in the same position you were in four days prior. You're underneath him, only half dressed and panting.

You made it halfway through some stupid movie before he kissed you. The tension had been high since the moment he entered your dorm room. You were only wearing a tank top and some shorts and his eyes had been on you since he stepped through the door. Neither of you was truly paying attention to the movie and it was only a waiting game before his lips were on yours. You kissed him back, of course. Pretty soon your back hit the mattress and the rest is history.

You've tuned out the voices playing on your computer, however the lights in whatever is going on in the movie are illuminating the room. His hands wander as he kisses you, cupping your breasts, playing with the hem of your shorts. His touch is so delicate yet needy.

He hooks his fingers into your shorts and pulls them off, tossing the fabric onto the floor. You decide to push back onto the mattress, flipping the switch and climbing on top of him. He doesn't resist even though he's much stronger than you. You crawl up his body, using one hand to shut your laptop before your lips find his again. You're grinding down on him, the absence of your shorts creating a thin layer between your bodies.

You nudge your noses together before planting a quick kiss on his lips. He reaches his head up for more in hopes of kissing you again, but you have other plans. You allow your nose to brush against his once more, but your lips don't touch. Before he knows it, your head is just above his crotch, hands fiddling with the strings of his sweatpants.

"Wait," he stops you.

You completely freeze, looking up at him. "What?"

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asks.

A beat.

No way this fucker thinks you don't know how to suck a dick.

"Soonyoung, who do you think I am?" you question.

"Shorty, it's not like that. I just wasn't sure how much um... experience you've had with this," he explains.

You glare at him. "You should know by now I’m not some sort of virgin Soonyoung," you reach your hand into his sweatpants. "I told you my problem was that the guys couldn't make me finish, not the other way around."

Matter of fact, you've given head more times than you've actually had sex. Guys tend to be pretty selfish, but in this moment it's actually kind of working in your favor. And oh, were you about to prove him wrong.

You pull off his sweats and his underwear together. He’s already half hard and you waste no time getting to work. You spit on his cock before stroking him in your hand. You start of slow, progressively getting faster as you turn your hand along his length.

You feel his body relax and sink into bed sheets as he sighs out of satisfaction. Bingo.

Seconds later, half his length is down your throat and you continue stroking him. You thrust his cock into your throat with each bob of your head, taking a little bit more of him with each movement.

“Holy fuck Shorty,” he gasps.

You’re moving quickly, allowing his cockhead to nudge against the back of your throat each time you bob your head. His cock is coated with your saliva, easily slipping in and out of your mouth and down your throat.

His body starts to grow tense again.

You’re still stroking his length with what you can’t fit in your mouth. You allow your tongue to run along the underside of his cock every time you bob your head. His breathing grows shaky.

“Shit-yeah that’s good,” he moans as he places his hand on your head and pushes it down.

There’s tears prickling the corners of your eyes as his cock gags you, but you can take it. Your eyes peak up, admiring how beautiful he looks right now, His body is sinking into the bedsheets and his eyes are screwed shut. His lips are parted and you can hear him moaning.

You like it when he makes noise. When he talks to you, moans because of you. He's so responsive, it sends tingles through your body. Fills you up with warmth in more ways than one.

His hand guides you as he continues to push down on your head. Usually, you hate it when guys are selfish and push your head, but with Soonyoung, his hand guiding your head has you completely soaking your panties. You press your thighs together as you take him deeper into your throat to ease the tension. You feel his thighs grow tense and he suddenly pulls your head up. You look up at him with confusion.

He’s panting softly. “Fuck, I was so close. Didn’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

You pout. “I wanted you to.”

He pulls your body back on top of his and kisses your forehead. “Maybe next time Shorty, gotta fuck you properly now for treating me so good.”

He pins you underneath him.

“Yeah?” you tease.

“Yeah,” he flips you onto your stomach. “Best fucking head of my life.”

Your ego swells when he confirms what you already knew.

You were only wearing a tank top and panties, making everything much easier for him. He slides the thick clothing over your head and pulls it off. He leaves a trail of kisses down your back until he reaches your ass. He slides your panties down slowly.

“This wet just from sucking me off huh?” he tosses the soaked fabric onto the floor.

“Shut up Soonyoung,” you breathe out.

You don’t even need to look at him to know he’s smirking right now. He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor.

You feel his bare cock press against your ass.

“Soonyoung,” you say.

“Hmm?”

“You’re forgetting something,” you remind him.

“No I’m not,” he presses a kiss on your shoulder.

“Soonyoung,” you warn.

“Shorty you told me you’d let me cum inside next time so I didn’t even bring any condoms,” he lies.

"Soonyoung you always have condoms on you," you remind him.

He sighs. "Okay fine you got me, but you said I could."

He begins peppering your back with gentle kisses. "Please," he whines.

You really shouldn't be considering this. Yes, you told him he could but that was in the heat of the moment. You didn't think he'd actually remember it. You know you trust him and you both know that you're on the pill. And you're really really considering it.

“Fuck,” you breathe out. “You’re lucky I’m on the pill.”

It’s all the permission he needs before he’s sliding his cock into you from behind. You both moan out loud at the feeling. You're so wet, he slides in with ease, filling you up inch by inch.

He regrets not making you cum beforehand because he fears he might not last long. You feel so fucking good, he’s losing his mind.

His hands hold your hips in place as he slams his hips into your backside. He’s mesmerized by the way your ass recoils with each thrust.

His hips pick up in speed, fucking you rougher and faster. Your moans are echoing off the walls and filling the space.

“Holy shit Soonyoung,” you cry out.

You may never want to go back to protected sex. It’s an entirely new feeling, having him stretch you open raw. It feels so fucking good and so very intimate.

He snakes his hand between your though, rubbing quick circles on your clit. He needs you to cum before him, needs to feel you throb around him while he can really feel you.

You’re crying out in pleasure, moaning his name like a chant. He pushes your head into your pillow, muffling your sounds, but giving him better access. With you bent over more, he can pound into you better.

His cock is hitting deep inside of you, dragging out and pushing in at a fast pace. He’s grunting in your head, fingers circling faster as his hips grow erratic.

Your warning is muffled, but he’s close enough to hear you tell him you’re cumming. Your whole body spasms when you cum. Your tears have started to stain your pillow and your legs grow shaky and wobbly.

The throbbing of your cunt sends Soonyoung into overdrive when he cums. He's so caught up in how good you feel, he nearly forgets to pull out. Thankfully he does, slipping his cock out of you and stroking himself quickly until his cum coats your ass.

He lets out a curse before his body collapses on your bed. He runs his hand through his damp hair before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks.

You lay on your bed, face sinking into the soft sheets. “Yeah,” you breathe out.

“Okay good,” he sits up. “Need to get you washed up.”

He disappears into your bathroom, turning on the shower before returning. “C’mon Shorty.”

Huh? He wants to shower with you? Does that mean he’s staying the night?

He helps you out of bed and into the shower where he joins you. He helps to wash your hair and body, sure to get in his few sneaky touches.

“Shorty,” he says, scrubbing into your scalp.

“Hmm?” you hum.

“I want you to come to my show,” he says.

“What show?”

“My dance performance,” he lathers his hands with more shampoo. “It’s a month from tomorrow in the Fallin' Flower Theater and I want you there.”

Soonyoung was a dance major. Dance has been a passion of his since he was little and being able to pursue it in college felt like a dream to him. He even claims that he danced before he walked as a baby.

Why he was in your Economics class while you were a Business major? Simple, his parents.

He told you about it once over lunch. His parents saw dance as a hobby and not something to be taken seriously, especially not as a career path. They signed him up for dance classes when he was 3, and he'd been doing it since then. Jazz, hip-hop, contemporary, and even a little bit of tap. Soonyoung did it all, and he loved it. But they thought he’d grow out of it after high school, and were mortified when he told them he wanted to pursue dance in college.

They told him they wouldn’t pay for his education if he was going to be throwing it away for some ‘stupid hobby.’ Told him he should be studying something that would bring money and value into his life.

But he was able to convince them, as long as he minored in something business-related and maintained at least a 3.5, his parents would support him.

He still hated how they viewed his passion, but remained grateful for the opportunity nonetheless.

“It’s gonna be a really big showcase and an important night for me,” he explains. “So will you come? It’s at 7.”

“Yeah I’ll be there,” you assure him. “I don’t think I’m doing anything anyway. And if something comes up, I’ll cancel.”

“Really?” he beams. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Once he finishes washing you up, he insists that it’s his turn and crouches so you can wash his hair for him.

“I like the blonde on you,” you say as you scrub his hair.

“Yeah?” he smiles. “Akari told me she liked the sliver I had a little while back, was thinking of doing that again.”

Oh.

Akari.

Your heart sinks at the mention of her name. You feel like such an idiot. Of course, he’s still sleeping with her and God knows who. You don’t know how you let yourself forget.

You’re not the only one.

You just let him fuck you raw and now he’s talking about another one of the girls he’s sleeping with. You started to feel special because he stayed and showered with you, but he probably does this with everyone.

How dumb of you.

It's not his fault he's so likable. You don't think he's doing it on purpose, you really hope not. It's your own fault really, you shouldn't get your hopes up so much.

You finish washing up in silence and tell him you’re tired. He takes it at his cue to leave and redresses himself. He even helps to tuck you in and you hate that it makes your heart race.

He promises to text you when he’s home safe even if you’re asleep when he does. It bothers you that you have to hold back a smile at the gesture.

He sees himself out silently and your heart and your mind struggle to understand if you wanted him to leave or to stay.

You can't help but wonder if he's always been good at this. It's been two days since you last slept with Soonyoung, yet here is is sitting next to you in Economics telling you about some video game he and Seokmin have been obsessed with recently.

He’s been coming over more often. Just about any time Seokmin and Nai are together, he ends up in your dorm. And you open the door every time.

He usually stays after too, playing board games, watching movies, or just talking to you. He orders food and cuddles with you when you have the time, but it’s so hard for you to read him. You can’t quite figure out what’s going on in his head.

There’s days where he leaves too, cleans you ups and puts his clothes on and leaves after only a few words. It doesn’t happen often, but it hurts more each time it does.

He treats you so well in the bedroom, fucks you good too. He tends to be touchy too, playing with your hair or simply running his fingers along your skin. It drives you crazy, that he can treat you like his girl in the bedroom and like you’re just a friend in class.

It’s infuriating how good he is at this. There’s a million questions running through your mind, but you bite your tongue. Figure you’ll spare yourself the embarrassment.

It’s been about a week since the last time you saw Soonyoung outside of class. And now Nai has dragged you to a frat party so she can see her boyfriend. And you know if Seokmin is here, Soonyoung will be too.

Nai disappeared about 30 minutes ago with Seokmin, leaving you to fend for yourself. The music is loud and there’s not enough alcohol in your system to drown it out. You haven’t seen Soonyoung anywhere and you don’t want to be here anymore.

If he is here, he’s probably upstairs fucking someone without you as so much as a thought on his mind. You hate to admit that the only reason Nai was able to convince you to come was because you thought he’d be here.

Oh.

“Shorty!” his voice calls.

You turn around, seeing Soonyoung make his way down the stairs. Leina follows close behind him and you bite back a frown.

You’ve got a good idea of what they were doing upstairs a few short moments ago. You feel your heart twist and tighten at the sight.

This shouldn’t bother you. You and Soonyoung are just friends, and just because you’ve been hooking up, you shouldn’t be getting any ideas. You’re not his, and he’s sure as hell not yours.

He completely ditches her and makes his way toward you. He very drunkenly pulls you in for a hug. He doesn’t let go as quickly as you thought he would, he hold you for a moment and your body grows warm.

“Hi Soonyoung,” you greet him.

“I had no idea you were here,” he frowns, finally releasing you from the hug.

“Yeah, I was just on my way out though,” you tell him.

“What?” he shouts. “You can’t leave!”

“Nai dragged me here and then disappeared with Seokmin like 30 minutes ago and I don’t know anyone else here,” you tell him. “And I have an exam tomorrow and I can’t say I’m in the mood to meet new people.”

He frowns. “I’m here though.”

“True,” you smile. “But you’re also very drunk.”

He huffs. There was no denying that.

“Fine, I’ll walk you home,” he says.

“Oh no—you don’t have to-“

He’s already disappearing back upstairs before you can finish. “Just let me get my jacket!”

He comes back downstairs a few moments later with his jacket and leads you outside. You tell him again that he didn’t have to do this, but he assures you that he doesn’t mind.

The two of you walk at your own pace, engaging in drunken conversation. It’s pleasant, talking to him. Even though you’re both intoxicated, you still have really meaningful talks with him.

"Wait," he stops suddenly, causing you to stand still.

He pulls his jacket off his body and wraps it around your body. "You looked cold."

"I was," you smile at him. "Thank you."

"Of course," he beams at you drunkenly.

"So, Soonyoung," you start.

"Nah Shorty," he interrupts. "Hoshi, call me Hoshi."

"Hoshi?"

Hoshi. It's a nickname that he's had since he was young. He doesn't really remember where it came from, probably his mom. But he rarely lets anyone call him that. It's a nickname that only his family and really close loved ones used.

The people he really cared about and loved.

"Yeah, Hoshi," he smiles. “It’s only fair since I always call you Shorty.”

"What's your show about?" you ask.

"What show?" he questions rather drunkenly.

"Your dance performance?"

"OH!" he giggles to himself. "It's like... a guy who's been shielded pretty much all his life. And so he runs away from home and ends up in this huuuge city. And at first he's scared and he feels out of place, but then he meets like a bunch of other people and goes through this whole journey of self discovery and love and stuff."

"You're telling that story entirely through dance?" you ask.

He nods. "Yeah it's kinda like the nutcracker where you have to rely only on the movement and the music to understand because there's no words."

"Hoshi that's amazing," you beam.

"Thank you Shorty," he grins.

"Is it one of those one man shows?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "No, there's other people in it. It's mostly me though, and I choreographed everything."

"That's so impressive, I can't wait to see it," you tell him.

Your walk has come to an end as you two approach your dorm. You start to slide his jacket off your body, but he stops you. "Keep it, I'll get it back another time." he yawns. "It looks cute on you."

Why is your heart beating so fast right now? Fuck, you really need to get inside. "Thank you for walking me home" you smile.

"Of course, you're good company Shorty," he winks at you.

"Are you sure you'll make it to your dorm okay?" You ask.

He nods, assuring you that the alcohol is starting to wear off and that he's fine. You trust him.

"Goodnight Hoshi."

"Goodnight Shorty."

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