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zriasstuff · 2 months

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Second chances?- Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Here’s the sequel to “First impressions”, involving some karma for our “innocent” boy Lorenzo Berkshire (ft. Draco Malfoy).

I want to thank everyone who interacted with pt.1 and I am especially grateful for the supportive comments, which motivated me to write this second part in the first place. I hope I managed to tag everyone, and enjoy :)

“Mhmm, Enzo you’re so amazing”, you whisper in between hungry kisses with him, while his hands were in the process of removing your dress. “No, you are”, he says while gently sucking your neck, leaving behind a trail of red marks. Everything felt so perfect, that you could spend hours doing this with him in his bed. In all the excitement, your skin was even burning up, and you felt the sweat beads forming on your forehead, but all of a sudden you feel yourself having difficulties breathing.

You abruptly push yourself away from Enzo, gasping for air, and look around the room. The flames of the lit candles started rising, turning the room to a hot, steaming oven. Instantly you start panicking, wanting to escape, but you accidentally knock over a candle behind you. As you scream in fear, attempting to put the huge fire out, everything has already turned pitch black, leaving you with red horror in your eyes.

With a terrible sweat, your eyes snap open again, taking in the environment you were in. Slowly, you come to your senses again and calmly reassess the situation. The room wasn’t on fire. You were completely safe. And Enzo definitely wasn’t here. It had just been a bad dream. Hurriedly you chug down the glass of water which stood on your nightstand and rub your pained face. Even in your sleep that bastard found a way to make you feel miserable. For what it was worth, now you could scheme your revenge in peace, since beforehand you just processed all your feelings. During the hurtful and exhausting soul searching, you fell asleep, which meant you hadn’t come up with anything yet.

It was indeed harder to scheme than you imagined. You needed to go at this systematically. First of all, you tried to lay out all the events that happened— Enzo approached you in a boutique on purpose, then bought you ten expensive dresses, then acted all chivalrous towards you, only for it to have been a part of his calculated plan. He just wanted an obedient and starstruck girl who would obsess over him and fulfill his needs. Then he would’ve probably thrown you aside like some old toy, who was no longer of use to him.

Now to the current situation—he doesn’t know you overheard his “boys talk”, in which he revealed his wicked intentions. Enzo still thinks you are infatuated with him, and that you have this wonderful impression of him. And, he most likely expects to see you tomorrow, hoping to be able to show you off like a trophy. As of right now, you held all the unknown information about him, but not the other way around. After having structured all the events, which took a few minutes, the wheels in your brain finally began to spin and web a net of deceitful plans.

…

You wake up the next morning with gleaming sun rays shining directly into your eyes and a mild headache. Of course thinking that much about sinful activities would give you a migraine. Nonetheless, it was time to pretend nothing happened yesterday and to dress yourself up.

Since it was a Monday, you didn’t have the chance to wear the dresses you acquired yesterday, but you did allow your uniform skirt to ride up a little higher than usual. You buttoned up your shirt a bit more loose, and really let your legs shine with that bunched up skirt and delicate stockings.

In class you felt your male classmates ogling at you for the first time ever. Their eyes lingered on your body for just a few seconds longer, which was seemingly insignificant, but it revealed a lot about them. One of them even asked to sit next to you with the hope of convincing you to spend the break with him. This just proved yet again that guys were only after one thing. You were merely an object, which would only be given attention if you performed for the male gaze. While it was unsettling, it was also sadly your goal, and if it worked on these guys, it would surely work on others too.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally released and could go into your break. There wasn’t much time to waste, you would have to find Enzo’s friend group within twenty minutes. With a heavy bag in hand, you hurriedly walk to the courtyard, where you luckily see Enzo by a tall tree with Draco, Theo, and Blaise. You loathed all of them.

Courageously, while your heart and mind were both under huge panic, you walk up behind Enzo and greet him with a warm side hug. His friends all smugly stand there, observing your excellent acting, which of course they thought was real. Hiding your hate was truly difficult under these circumstances. Their looks also almost seemed derogatory towards you, not to your surprise. You wondered what else Enzo had said after you left, after all you didn’t even get to hear everything.

“H-Hey, what are you doing here?”, a surprised Enzo asks while returning the hug graciously.

“Oh I just wanted to see you”, you forcefully pout in a sweet tone whilst twirling a strand of hair. “I’m feeling a lot better than yesterday now, I think I just had a slight migraine after dinner”, you add to alleviate any suspicion he might have.

“Well, I’m glad to see you”, he says before planting a peck on your forehead. “I’m hoping to see you at the quidditch game against Hufflepuff today, which will certainly be a piece of cake”, Enzo raises his voice. That would be perfect for his ego wouldn’t it? Winning a game and being cheered on by a beautiful girl.

“Of course I’ll be there, I want to see all of you playing and winning”, you direct yourself to the group. That wasn’t the only reason though. And oddly enough all of them were on the team. They really were just a bunch of jocks.

“Actually I’m not”, Draco joins in. He quickly explains that he has a hand injury, which forbade him from playing. Otherwise he would never ever miss out. You didn’t care about his passion for quidditch though, him joining the conversation presented you with the opportunity you were waiting for.

Your react to his comment by cutely batting your eyelashes at him and respond sympathetically with “awe, that’s too bad since you play really well, I hope you’ll get better soon”. Draco’s following nervous chuckle showed how off guard he got caught by that statement. Considering that you were supposedly Enzo’s girl, it felt queasy on him. Though, he appreciated the compliment anyway. It made him feel validated, something he seeked from everyone around him. Besides you caught him shamelessly staring at your arched chest and falling for your flirting antics.

On the other hand, Enzo looked insanely confused and like he was about to say something after your obvious pass at his best friend. But he barely got a word out because you excused yourself immediately after dropping that. You don’t know if he attempted to chase you, but he did pretty much leave you alone.

The rest of your day went quite smoothly too, and luckily you didn’t run into Enzo again. The quidditch game would be after dinner though, so you deliberately sat a little further from his group to not risk any awkward encounters.

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“Slytherin is totally going to win” was the sentence you heard all the way to the bleachers. Having to hear that repeatedly got a little annoying, but it was also true. Everyone knew your team was super skilled, and that only Harry was the natural that could wipe out everyone. But it didn’t really matter who would win most of the time for you. The atmosphere was always immaculate. All the students forgetting about their stress and just huddling together, to scream, to cheer, to laugh was what made the games so magical.

But tonight, you were also looking for something, or rather someone else. And after some seconds of searching, there he was. Standing tall and proud, wind blowing through his platinum blonde hair, grinning and clapping others on their backs— the one and only Draco Malfoy. Cheerily you approach him from behind, greeting him with an unexpected hug.

“Woah, what’s gotten into you?”, Draco startlingly asks, looking down on you rather delightfully though. As you prepared to answer, you felt several pairs of eyes on you, as you looked unfamiliar to many people. “Nothing”, you say innocently, “can’t I just be in a cheerful mood?”

“I suppose”, Draco sounds out slowly and a bit warily, but he guessed he had no reason to be rejecting you. After all he did think you were sorta cute. You were pure blood, slytherin and approached him at first after all, so why not engage in some small talk. Besides, it would also be like doing a favor for Enzo.

During the thrilling game, the constant screams from all sides were making you a bit too nauseous, but that’s only because Slytherin scored so much too. Hufflepuff wasn’t doing too bad, but certainly not good enough. In enough time, Draco’s replacement caught the snitch, therefore ending the exciting game.

“I bet I could’ve caught it way sooner if I was on the field”, Draco arrogantly states for everyone to hear. Still, he obviously cheered for his friends who did an amazing job. They now zoomed all around the field on their brooms, high-fiving all their supporters, and just when Enzo flew close to your stands, you turned around to look into Draco’s pompous face.

As he was still talking with a friend, you quickly grab his jaw toward you, go on your tippy toes and smash your lips onto his. It all happened so fast, he didn’t even realize what was happening at first.

When Enzo flew past you guys, he stopped mid air, shocked at what he was seeing. Even from far above the kissing was visible.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING”, he yells at you two, lips still hung onto each others ever so slightly.

Draco’s mouth gapes wide open at Enzo’s rage, immediately trying to explain that it wasn’t his fault. As for you—instead of replying, you simply shrug innocently, blinking up at him with your doe eyes as if you had no idea why he was so mad. Still fuming at your act of defiance, Enzo aggressively steers his broom towards the ground. There was no use leading a conversation mid air for everyone to hear, so as soon as he stepped foot on the ground, he made his way towards you.

Since this was exactly what you planned, you made it a little easier for him and met him halfway, behind the stadium. You left the bleachers during celebration with a confused Draco following you, who thought you were drunk or high or something. You neither confirmed nor denied it which just scared him all the more.

Within seconds of colliding with Enzo, he aggressively cups your face, forcing you to look up at him. “You think this is funny you little dumb whore, huh?”, he spitefully spits in your face. Those insults admittedly stung harder than expected. There was no time for regrets though, you had to pull through with your vengeance.

“You didn’t think I was actually committed to you right?”, you quite literally ridiculed him. “C’mon, I mean you’re nice and all, but you can’t compete with Draco”. The very same must have an overflowing ego at the moment, but he also felt incredibly bad for Enzo.

“So you’re telling me you never actually liked me and just used me to get close to my friends?” It wasn’t a real question, he didn’t want an answer, he just couldn’t quite believe it yet. That someone would exploit him like that seemed impossible to him. In that moment he was infuriated with you and in complete disbelief.

This was it. This was supposed to be the plan, which you carried out flawlessly. But something felt unfinished. Enzo hadn’t admitted his faults yet after all.

“Why do you care who I kiss anyway, it’s not like I was your girlfriend”, you sigh. He had let go of your face now, and you rubbed your slightly hurt jaw. Meanwhile Draco had also slipped out, not wanting to get into the middle of this tense situation.

“Who said I cared”, he scoffed. His pride was obviously hurt.

"Seriously?" If you didn’t you wouldn’t have made such a huge scene and chased me down. And don’t tell me you don’t like seeing me kiss other guys because we are not together” You felt like you had to remind him of that last part repeatedly because it was crucial that he was aware of that.

When coming up with your plan to hurt him, you calculated that he was a man of pride and power and control. He could always have several girls, but his girls could only have him, even if he wasn’t committed. Enzo was used to this working because he was charming enough. So, this is how you knew that this would attack him on a personal level. Besides he was so sure that you only had eyes for him, which made him feel all the more stupid.

After listening to you, and your reality check he didn’t come up with anything to say. He wouldn’t admit that he was the one who manipulated you first, but on a deep subconscious level, he knew you knew. He pegged you as the type of person who would only bite back, not attack first.

As you watched his frenzied expression, you knew that you got what you wanted. Enzo felt incredibly bad, foolish, and exposed, and you restored your own dignity. So, why was a part of you feeling extremely guilty? The feeling of remorse rapidly consumed you, like you couldn’t live with yourself from this point on. You weren’t the villain, but why did watching this unfold weigh so hard on you?

And before you could even stop yourself, you blurt out many incredibly rushed sentences. Enzo didn’t seem to catch any of that so you catch your breath and repeat again slowly.

“I’m so sorry, you know I don’t actually like Draco and kissing him was definitely not my intention when I got close to you. But you have to know, I overheard that you just wanted to use me and that you didn’t care about me at all, so this was supposed to be your karma I guess.” It felt relieving to have that off your consience. You didn’t exactly plan for this to happen, for you to chicken out, but it felt like the more mature thing to do.

“Wow, I guess I deserved that.”, Enzo owned up to his actions, which surprised you a little. He, after a long pause, follows up with “what are the chances we’re both evil, lying, schemers”. It lifted up the cold tension a little, and you smile ever so slightly.

“Well one of us is worse than the other”, you begrudgingly say. Truthfully, you both simply weren’t saints.

“I guess that’s true. But I like to think that our unusual, yet interesting way of meeting means something.” What was Enzo leading up to, you wonder. This was definitely not how you thought this would go.

“By any chance, would you be willing to give this mess a second chance?”

“Wha-”

“Because I am”, Enzo said expressively. In the most unfortunate way ever, this—against your will, brought back your deeper feelings for him. How you actually felt loved by him and how he made you feel butterflies in your stomach every time he complimented you. But you felt like saying yes would be too rushed, too impulsive.

“Enzo, I don’t even know if I can trust you or if this is just way for you to get back at me”

“I get that”, he responds understandingly, “but just so you know, after having seen this side of you, I’m starting to genuinely like you more which is kinda sick”. It was sick, but you understand where he was coming from. The last two days were filled with adrenaline rushes and felt like an emotional rollercoaster, which was better than boredom and habit.

“Good night, Enzo”, you whisper, before turning around and leaving him all alone out of uncertainty. On your way back to your dorm, the question of whether you should give this a second chance drove you crazy.

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seosracha · 1 year

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PLEASE REMEMBER ME WHEN OUR YOUTH IS GONE jake sim x reader

SYNOPSIS-> when sim jake, the highest scoring student and an easily identifiable perfectionist starts falling for a messy and careless girl, he cant find any words in the world to express his love for the only star in his eyes.

PAIRING-> sim jake x fem!reader

GENRE-> angst, fluff, unrequited love, highschool au, oneshot

WORDCOUNT-> 5k

AUTHORS NOTE!-> this is one of my old ateez oneshots that never got the appreciation (I THINK‼️‼️) it deserved:///

PERM TAGLIST-> @bubblytaetae @qghosty @viagumi @artstaeh @bigtoewinwin @strwberrydinosaur @enhacolor @rendezrei @shinsou-rii @notrosemary

Jake wanted to be considered a perfectionist, since he strived towards outstanding scores, a foolproof attendance and he longed to outdo himself in anything he sparked interest in. The watch his friends gave him never left his wrist, and you could catch him sneaking glances at it every minute or so. Jake was never late. Guards who watched over the school's property often spotted him at the crack of dawn, studying for exams or finishing yesterday's homework.

Beneath the orange haze of the early morning sky, Jake’s eyes flush wide open. His body is sticky and he can feel the hot sweat creep down his neck, as he forces his body to get up. Then it hits him, as his still blurry vision spots the light blue alarm clock amongst his school uniform. His body trembles, as the usually blue numbers don’t light up his face anymore. His chest heaves uneasily, as the palm of his hand rummages through the white bed sheets. Jake’s fingertips hit the cold black surface of his phone, and roughly pull it up to the side of his damp thigh. He reluctantly opens his phone and the white numbers on his screen read 6:48. Panic subsidies the liberating feeling he woke up with.

“So fucking stupid” he mutters, but the admission alone was enough to calm his heart.

It was early, yet the scary thought of a 90/100 points on his English exam found a place in his gut, and nagged him every time his eyes read over the four digits.

A cold shower refreshes his puddled mind, and washes away the thick layer of sweat. Jake tries to relax into the cool water, the panic fading away into a fabricated confidence.

“I’ll ace this” he exhales slowly, and the unnerving thoughts vanish with each scrub.

….

Your eyes flutter open, as you try to avoid the boisterous voice of your older brother. His footsteps echo through the small apartment, and you can’t figure if it's them getting closer or your head still in a state of pain. You abruptly rise as the wooden door creaks open, the fit figure of your brother emerging from behind it.

“Have you seen my spare arrows? I really need them” he says, throat tight.

His hair was messy, and you could make out spots of dry shampoo he probably applied earlier. He looked tired and sore from practicing late at night in the depths of his room. His figure is hunched over the door frame, the creases on his school uniform evident.

Words leap at the tip of your tongue, and you clench your jaw to keep yourself from screaming right into his pretty face.

“What time is it?” you ask, dodging his previous question. The feathery sweep of chilling air alleviates the tension in your muscles.

He shakes his head and rubs the tiredness off his face “It’s 6:48” he replied, the bright light illuminating his face.

You cursed and slipped out of the warm covers. The cold air from your room's air conditioner settled on your bare legs.

“They’re in the living room shelf” you finally tell him, and he exhales sharply, giving you a cheeky smile “You better give me a ride to school now, Jungwon”

He laughs at your seemingly normal request and straightens his posture. He averts his gaze from the shiny floorboards, and looks straight into your sleepy eyes.

“If you listened for once in your life, you’d know I have a competition today” he says giddly, and you have a strange wave of anger swarming through your body. You envied him perhaps, for being able to have a cheeky smile on the first thing in the morning.

“You can still drive me to school?’ you reply and he just chuckles, stepping out of your dusty door frame to gather his lost arrows “Hey! I was talking to you” you breathe out.

“It’s a ten minute walk. I’m not going in that direction anyways” he says loud enough for you to hear. He precisely opens the drawers and gently places his hand upon the arrows shaft, making little to no noise. His worst fear was the angry footsteps of his parents who were woken up by their child's antics.

“You’re so annoying Jungwon” you sigh into the sunshine, that leaves it’s intense sparkle on the length of your tense shoulders.

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Jake finds the school's uniform to be extra itchy today, as its fabric clings onto the recurring sweat on his body. His eyes furiously scan the emptiness of his poor decorated room, stopping at every metal object.

He exhales yet another breath of disappointment, as the keys he’s been seeking for turn out to be his friends' sunglasses covered in the perfect way by stacks of crumpled paper.

“Fuck” he curses under his breath.

Jake can’t help but feel as if the world is against him on this day. Through the small window next to his bed, he can see the usually busy streets start to fill up with cars and people. His body aches as the stinging sun burns into his skin.

He hurriedly grabs the notebooks and textbooks off the messy shelf above his desk. The shelf was the only thing he let be messy in his life. He learned to live with its messy nature, and millions of unorganized worksheets. Jake isn’t even sure if these are the right books but the competitiveness in his veins leaves no time for a second checkup.

Did he even do the homework? He’s not sure.

…

He slams the apartment door shut and so do you.

He runs down the stairs with a thud but you choose to take the elevator.

He drops the bag that hangs loosely on his broad shoulder, but you don’t so instead you keep humming the melody of a SKZ song.

The hurry seems to stop as the both of you meet at the entrance.

His great memory can resurface your smiley face anytime. He also can recall you being the last person to arrive in class, so considering the walk wasn’t too long he was shocked to see you up this early.

You smile at him, and he doesn’t know if he should wave, smile back or maybe strike up a conversation. He doesn’t like the idea of an awkward walk to school adding onto the bad things that have already happened this morning.

“Sim Jake! You’re a morning person aren’t you?” you say, and he can feel the tension in his muscles turn into a heatwave only he can feel the effects of, as he scrambles up a response.

“I’m always up early” he replies and it sounds meaner than he intended it to be. Not like he wanted to be rude in the first place.

“You seem a little grumpy for an ‘I’m always up early’ guy“ you quote and he feels heat decorate his chiseled cheeks. The bitter taste of timeless greed ushered him into the depths of his own curiosity. What exactly was it that you wanted from him? Were you making fun of him? Or maybe you had a nice start to the hot summer day, unlike him?

“I wanted to study for the english exam, but my alarm clock broke” he answers.

You can see exhaustion lifelessly beam from him.

“Ah, the exam! I’m sure you’ll do well” a smile pops up on your face, and Jake spots the dimples he never seemed to notice.

Jake’s heart courses a steady blood through the canyons of his chest and uneasy stomach, as he wonders if replying with a simple thanks would be better than disagreeing. He didn’t want to seem eccentric.

“Thanks. I’m sure you’ll do well too” he replies, and it feels as if the tension in his lungs fills up with oxygen once again.

You make the incital move to leave the building, by stepping out of the moving doors. He is scared to do so, as the sun already looks ready to make him sweat his ass off.

Jake exhales. His sneakers stalk towards your direction, and you smile as he finally pops out of his petrified state.

“I didn’t exactly study for it, you know?” you reply to his non-compliment.

He shakes his head, and chuckles. The sound of your voice seems to alleviate any tension in his muscles.

“Why not? I mean this is a pretty big part of our grade” he murmurs. You roll your eyes playfully, and chuckle at the boy.

At this moment Jake wanted to fade away from the perfect class title. Maybe then you wouldn’t perceive him differently.

“I was doing my nails! Do you like them? `` You beamed, and showed the baby blue gel nails into Jake’s face “You can take my hand in yours, that’s okay” you reassured him.

He felt relief wash over his body, as he grabbed your smaller hand in his wrought one. He looks at them closely, trying to figure out what exactly changed. He sensed that asking wouldn’t be an appropriate response to your hard work, so he just mustered up a kind response “They look great” he finally said, and for the first time you saw his sweet smile.

The trees moved along with the light breeze of wind, birds sang a luscious melody and the sky was clear. Jake sinks into the beams of the midday sun, accepting it’s warm nature. It’s humid and noiseless.

“Really? Seojun and Jungwon said they looked bad” you laughed and he let go of your hand. “But I think you’re right,” you add quietly.

“Yang Jungwon? The archery guy?” He was curious, since he knew Seojun well. She was Heeseung's girlfriend.

Seojun and Heeseung we’re deeply and irrevocably in love with each other. They became one with one another, and shared the beautiful bond everyone envied. They sunk in the commitment, intimacy, passion and admired the individuality they kept. Now, in 11th grade the fire they started was only growing, and even after countless hook ups, it still felt like their first time.

“Yeah, archery Jungwon! He’s a senior and my brother” you explained and Jake nodded in understanding.

“That explains why seniors never mess with you or Seojun” he chuckles and you hit his forearm. You never realized how built he really was.

“Hey, you’d take that chance if you could too” you said and he hummed in agreement.

He blows out a steady breath. Jake has never felt so comfortable with a girl. She gave him a mold and he fit perfectly. He’s grown weary of chasing after that which destroys him until he’s in deadly silence, burned to the core. He wanted to finally open up his arms and detach from the raw perspectives tight grip.

“I’m really surprised we haven’t been talking earlier” you say after a brief moment of comforting silence, and Jake feels like the birds chirping tune has become more joyful, the sun joists a little brighter and the wind perfectly sweeps across his face. “I mean, Seojun and Heeseung have been dating since forever. Heeseung is your best friend right?” you ask, knowing the answer.

Jake had many friends, or at least he thought so. His deskmate and platonic soulmate Heeseung, the mother of the group, Jay, the swim team captain and somehow his friend, Sunghoon. Then there was Sunoo who’d barely show up to class. Yet when he did, the whole class would cheer for their entertainment source, and wait for the chaos to begin.

He descends in the golden hope he’s been given. He breathes in the contentment and liberation the conversation has brought him to “I’ve known him pretty long. Although he never listens to me” Jake laughs and looks at you.

“Seojun is so stubborn too! She never listens and ends up getting in trouble” you smile and he chuckles.

Living the life of the remarkable couple that was Heeseung and Seojun, must’ve been so carefree and fun.

“I guess they’re meant to be,” Jake said and the giggle that leaves your lips is carefree and sunny, and grounds Jake in his growing contentment. It’s astonishing how easily you encit this light from him.

“No joke, they are. I always end up third wheeling when i'm sleeping over at Seojun’s” you said, and he gives you a questioning look “She ends up calling him on facetime” you voice an answer to his inner question.

Jake felt as if he could talk to you for hours, but when the picture of the newly renovated school started becoming clearer, his heart sank. He started picking up various screams and he could see the 10 graders playing on the school's court. He also didn’t expect you to ever talk to him again.

“Did you do the math homework?” you ask as the school grounds enfulge the both of you in a seemingly playful atmosphere.

Jake shakes his head and you make a shocked face, which leaves him fearful.

“It’s okay Jake, Jieun probably did it” you answer with a gentleness you never knew your voice could possess, and reassure his inner dilemma. The usage of his name makes his uneasy stomach warm.

As he expected you to leave his side, you never did. You walked close to him, and he could swear he felt the positivity radiate off of you. Although you kept quiet, as you two walked up the never ending staircase.

“Y/n! Why are you so early?” Seojun said, already all over Heeseung. He was pouting at her, and Seojun was applying her favorite cherry lip gloss onto his soft lips. She spotted Jake but that didn’t exactly answer her question, just enfudgled her in deeper confusion. “What are you doing with Jake?”

…

Jake tried to focus. He read over the sentence multiple times but it all felt like a blur to him. He found himself forgetting basic things, as his gaze couldn’t help but avert in your direction.

After you two walked through the large wooden doors, Seojun kept on teasing you, and Heeseung almost instantly repeated her action but directed it towards Jake.

‘Is she your girlfriend?’ ‘Is her your boyfriend’

‘Did you two already kiss?’

It was the consequence of having an annoying and childish friend.

His warm hands tremble slightly, as he gropes the plastic pen.

“What’s the answer to number five?” Heeseung whispers, but Jake ignores him. “Jaeyunnie?” he breathes out, and Jake kicks his foot with no answer. If only he had number five himself.

He’d been skipping questions, now on number eight still not grasping anything printed on the paper.

‘The period between childhood and adulthood is called?’

“Easy, youth” he whispers, and Heeseung turns into his direction with a pleadfull look on his face.

A smile perks up on his lips as he writes down his answer with confidence. Yet he sinks back into his chair, when the next question doesn’t sound so painfully obvious.

‘Hugging someone who is hurt is a signal of?’

He sighs and writes down bravery but is sure the answer isn’t correct. He ducks his head low, dropping the pen. He glances down with a small smile, studying his dress pants. He gathers small pieces of lint, and throws them into the large pocket of his backpack.

Jake sneaks another secretive glance at you, and you seem just as confused as he is. Although you keep writing so he assumes you're just shooting your shot. You try biting at your fingernails to relieve the stress, but soon remember they aren’t bare anymore.

He stares at the blank, gray TV mounted on the wall. It seems like a dust collector, since the teachers never turned it on, but with the right remote it could show anything he wanted. Maybe even the answers to this impossible test.

“I think it’s okay to not have answers,” Heeseung whispers.

He tried to copy Jake’s answers but instead he spotted the page empty with nothing even scribbled over. Jake’s pen layed lifelessly just like the look on his face.

“This is gonna hurt” Jake responds, but doesn’t remove his eyes from the TV.

Softly, and quietly, Heeseung says “I know”

He likes teasing Jake for his perfectionism, and longing passion for achieving great scores. Yet deep inside he has the need to comfort and reassure his friend at times like this.

Jake squeezes his eyes shut, until he can feel the pain. He tries hard to muster up any answer that would at least give him half a point, but the bell relieves the pain as his eyes flush open.

Panic rises as the calm aura subsides. He has to be hallucinating, but the students rising from their seats and handing in the test say otherwise. Time doesn’t even feel real anymore.

“You want me to hand that in for you?” Heeseung asks, pointing to the empty paper. Jake shakes his head, and Heeseung just shrugs while walking off.

“Babe I did so well! I didn’t finish one exercise, can you believe that?” Seojun squeaks, and wraps her long arms around Heeseung’s neck. He pulls her closer to his exhausted body and spins her around. She laughs and he just keeps on repeating how proud he is.

“I knew you’d do well!” Heeseung says and she kisses his cheek, leaving a wet spot.

Jake doesn’t understand how Heeseung isn’t envious of his girlfriend at this very moment. He bites his lip, and feels guilty.

Maybe if he was in his friend's position it’d be different. Maybe if he could actually experience real love.

His eyes catch your figure stalking towards the teachers desk, where the stacks of tests lay. With a sigh you let go of the paper, and smile at the teacher. Jake repeats your action. He doesn’t know if he did it because of you or perhaps he has come to a realization he won’t write anything.

“I’m counting on you Jake” Mrs. Kang says and he flips the paper over to hide the fact he answered barely two questions. He gives her a polite smile in return.

Some students are still glued to their chairs. Most of them are scribbling over their paper at an inhumane pace, and some look like they’re praying for a miracle.

“So, how was it?” you ask, bringing Jake back to reality.

He looks at you and smiles. All his worries fade away as you return one back, with the sweetest look on your face.

Jake regrets not noticing you earlier. Then he wouldn’t feel like the side character to Seojun and Heeseung's story.

What?

“I knew this would happen. It went horrible” he answered.

“Don’t worry! I didn’t answer a single question correctly” you say, and rub his shoulder.

Jake feels the coldness of the classroom turn into a warm summer field. He bites back a cheeky response “I’m sure you’ll do better next time”

“I don’t think so. I probably can’t even introduce myself in English” you giggle and he does too.

“I think I just panicked” Jake says, and you pout.

“Why? You know you don’t always have to be perfect. It’s fine to not be the best always” you voice with a dismal tone.

His heart climbs, climbs, and climbs until it finally explodes into a flowered array of colorful sparkles. He feels as if his chest is on fire.

“I’ve always put so much pressure on myself-” Jake starts but the couple interrupts him.

“Let’s go outside! The archery team came back from their competition!” Seojun says, and you roll your eyes.

“I really don’t want to hear Jungwon bragging right now,” you say.

“Jungwon’s so cool” Jieun joins in and you make a disgusted face.

“Not really. He’s off limits by the way, Jieun” you respond and she just pouts at you.

Jake listens to the interaction unveil, still standing close to you. His hand brushes against yours.

“I can’t believe you’d think I like your brother,” Jieun asserts sadly.

“You do like him,” Seojun says calmly. Jieun gives her the scariest stare, and Seojun clings onto Heeseung's arm for protection.

Jake fights the urge to laugh at their ridiculous approach to a seemingly serious topic. He’s reminded, fondly, of their immaturity- their youth.

“Y/n don’t listen to this snake. Everything she says is a lie” Jieun looks straight into your eyes.

“Whatever Ji. As long as your not making out with him in my house im fine with it” you say and Jieun bites her lip at the thought of having any intimate moment with Jungwon. You spot it. “You’re disgusting” you laugh and slap her arm.

You then turn to Jake and pull out the pen you were previously scribbling over your exam with. You write nine digits on his hand, and he doesn’t understand what for at first.

“Let's talk about this later. I want to help you” you say with a cute smile as Seojun starts pulling you towards the school's exit. You mouth a fast sorry, and leave him alone with Heeseung.

“I can feel it coming” Heeseung sings and Jake just rolls his eyes leaving the classroom “Oh” he makes a frustrated noise, and looks for his next target.

Sunghoon. Perfect.

…

Jake’s finger hovered over the call button, his mind puzzled. He bites back his tongue.

What if you don’t pick up?

But when he accidentally touched the screen a bit too hard, and the dialing sound erupted through his phone's speaker, he had no choice but to accept the reality.

Things happen for a reason.

“Hello? Who is this?” he hears your voice. It sounds so full of life and delicate.

“Uh, Jake. Sim Jake. I’m sorry if you're busy I just-” he rambles but you cut him off with a laugh. He pauses and feels embarrassment creep onto his cheeks as he lets one of his aggravating habits unleash in front of you.

“No no, I’m not busy. I never am in a matter of fact” you say and he exhales a sharp breath he’s been holding in ever since the call started.

Why was he so nervous?

“Did you eat already?” you ask and he sits up straight on his bed. His nerves are now comforted by the mask of darkness, and his confidence grows with every inhale.

“I did. Mom made jjigae. She usually never puts this much effort into dinner, and makes me eat out with Heeseung” Jake explains and you smile.

Jake didn’t catch the moment where you two became friends. His far fetched knowledge wasn’t aware two people could bond so easily. The last time he hit it off with someone so easily was when Sunghoon joined their class last year. Some things as simple as this made him question himself.

“Lucky” you expressed “My parents left for Busan this morning, and since me and Jungwon don’t cook, like at all, we had to eat leftover rice with some kimchi we found in the fridge” you explained and Jake thought about bringing you for dinner next time.

He shook his head.

“I tried catching up on some English, but I seriously can’t understand anything, Although I did make some sense of the last topic” you voice, not letting Jake speak on your last statement.

A tingling sensation rushes down Jake’s neck and chest with a dangerous thrill.

“Good” he lets out a shaky breath “I like that”

“That sounded like you're trying to seduce me” you laugh, and Jake’s heart leeps unexpectedly.

He wasn’t trying to. Or maybe he was.

“Sorry” he mumbles “I’m just really tired, and I still haven’t finished the assignment” Jake explains and you feel bad for him.

“Jake you need to stop overworking yourself. I know, we aren’t that close yet, but we all know you barely get any sleep” you scold, and his breath deepens.

“I don’t want to disappoint anyone, '' his voice trembles.

“You won’t. Jake this is highschool! You should be more careless, have some fun” you say “Maybe fall in love. Ah, I wish someone wanted me like Heeseung wants Seojun” you giggle.

Everyone wants you. I want you. Don’t you know that?

“Maybe you’re right,” he speaks with a low voice.

“I know I’m right. I’m always right” you assure and hear a quiet, breathy laugh on the other side of the call.

Jake thought you’d be the one to cut their conversation short, tired of his shyness, and drained from constantly coming up with an entraining topic, but you didn't. You didn’t hang up on him. Jake tossed and turned in his bed, regularly kicking off the bedsheets and bringing them back up when his body reaches an uncomfortable temperature. He listened to the soft sound of your voice until his mind seemed to shut it out, and his eyes eloped him in a universe of constant nothingness.

“..she ditched me for him on my birthday! Can you believe? I was so pissed at her for the whole week after that” you said and the other side of the line was quiet. “Jakey? Did you mute?”

Silence.

You waited hoping to hear a response soon.

“Oh, well you must’ve fallen asleep. Goodnight” you whispered softly, and smiled.

don’t fall asleep next time!!!!!!!

let’s get a meal tomorrow

i’ll tell you the story again hehe

goodnight~~

…

He had overcome his initial shyness. He spoke to you with a newfound confidence.

It’s been a month. Or two. Jake can’t recall cause time spent with you never felt real to you.

When Heeseung initiated your newborn friend group visits the beach in honor of graduation, Jake made sure to workout everyday, and follow his strict diet. He wanted to look good.

For you.

“You should tell us about how you found out you’re in love with Heeseung, Seojun!” Jieun beamed.

Jake sits up rapidly glancing once again at the landscape in front of him. Soft wind blows and the hot sun seetles on his skin.

“Not this again” you roll your eyes, and Jieun gives you a death glare.

“I want to at least know what it feels like” she protests.

“All of us have heard this story millions of times, Ji” you say and she acts offended.

“I haven’t” Sunghoon declares, and takes a long sip of his ice cold water.

Jake and Jay agree with him. You sigh and lay back down on the soft towel. The sizzling sand settles on your back through the material.

“You’re just jealous no one loves you like Heeseung loves me” Seojun fights, and snuggles into the warm embrace of Heeseung's toned arms.

I do.

“Yeah right” you huff.

“It’s hard for me to put into words what it feels like to be with Hee'' she starts and Jieun smiles “I don’t know the exact moment I knew, I just did. If you ever fall in love you’ll know it”

“Even when he made me sad countless times, I still knew my anger wouldn’t last long. I started to love him for who he is on the inside. I started to love his flaws. The kisses and sweet words, they're still a first time feeling. He taught me answers that couldn't be obtained by counting. I have someone like him in my life and I know what I feel is real and will never compare to anything I’ve ever experienced. And if you love someone enough, they’ll always know where home is” she finished and Jieun was quietly fangirling, with a tear streaming down her rosy cheek.

It felt familiar to Jake. He couldn’t quite grasp it yet.

“Are you seriously crying, Jieun?” Jay interjected, and Jieun whipped the salty tear away with the palm of her hand.

“Am not. The sun is just really bright, and I don’t have sunglasses” she protested and Jay just laughed.

Jake felt awkward seeing how he changed after meeting you.

He doubted his feelings for you. He could push them away. But he knew they were real. He learned to love every part of you.

“I seriously need to get a girlfriend,” Sunghoon said, and Jay eagerly agreed with him.

A sinking feeling begins to rot in his stomach as the realization dawns on him.

“It’s a lot of searching but sometimes the right person is next to you the whole time” Heeseung explains.

Jake looks at your sunkissed figure at his words, but quickly averts it to Jay who was pouring water into his cup. He didn’t want to be so obvious with his feelings.

“Don’t even think about it” Jake turns his head to Sunghoon, who is pushing Jieun’s figure away.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try,” Jieun pouts and crosses her arms.

The blazing sun makes your skin glow a soft porcelain, pink lips pressed together. Jake likes it. He likes it almost too much.

…

Jake spends lonely nights in the darkness of his own room, thinking about you. The image of you laying next to him, makes his heartbeat faster, and an unfamiliar feeling becomes one with his bloodline. You consumed at least 50% of his brain.

He gets deja vu. His finger hovers over the call button, hesitation and panic replacing the air in his lungs.

Why does he feel like this?

“Fuck it” he murmurs.

‘You should be more careless, have some fun, maybe fall in love’

“Hello? Is everything okay” the voice he adores so much speaks through his speaker, and he almost forgets that he dialed your number already.

“Hey, Y/n” he speaks with a low voice, afraid of the destiny spreading before him with every word.

“Jake you seem off” you say, and he straightens up his posture.

Stop being weird.

Jake remembers sitting here, on his bed, after the trip to the beach came to an end, the sun setting, forcing himself to accept the first pieces of the truth that changed his heart for good. The time span between that and now feels like he’s discovered so much.

“You’re the best thing that has happened to me” Jake confesses. “And I know you changed me”

You hesitate, flustered by his sudden confession “For the better, right?”

“I don’t know that either” Jake says, and his voice trembles.

He looks out the window, and it reminds him of the day that changed the way he perceived things. But this time instead of a bustling atmosphere, it was almost unoccupied. The street was lifeless, because without a purpose it feels the same way Jake did before he met you. Empty.

“It’s okay to not know” you say, and Jake is brought back to the day he sat in the uncomfortable classroom chair, nothing in his head accept you. It took him long enough to realize his mistake.

Jake feels a pinching feeling overcome his body. His hands, his head, his body and his soul. He wanted to cry again but he didn’t want tears to disrupt the heartfelt moment unveiling in front of him. He learnt to be grateful for what he has, but he never experienced what it's like to get that taken away from you.

“I wish I could feel you” Jake’s voice falls into a low rumble.

You inhale sharply.

“In my arms” he holds his breath “Warm, and real”

“Don’t do this, Jake” you whisper “Please”

Heartbreak was never so loud.

A silence falls within the call. He’s stunned into silence.

“I think I love you”

Nothing.

His eyes squeeze shut. His heart seems to stop pumping blood, as he doesn’t hear your voice.

As you can sense Jake’s wiliting stature, you speak softly “I’m sorry for doing this to you”

“No it’s fine. I’m sorry for ruining our friendship” he replies, tears forming on his waterline.

You don’t disagree with him. His heart begins to shatter. He knows he’s lost you.

Jake loved to absorb new knowledge, and study complex problems. He liked the feeling that coursed through him as he successfully solved a math problem or answered a complicated chemistry equation. The one thing he learned so quickly was how to love you. How to appreciate you for your individuality, and cherish the moments spent with you.

But the one thing he couldn’t learn was how to stop loving you.

I’m going to miss this

“It hurts” he whispers, not capable of holding the stream of tears anymore “But it’s okay”

“Jake I really hope you find someone that can love you the way I can’t” you wince.

Everything brings him back to the day he first met you.

Because now that he won’t have you by his side anymore, the unlucky days won't magically turn better.

He hates the fact he will never be able to hate you.

He hates the fact that you are so imperfectly perfect.

Jake’s quiet cries are the only thing consoling the immediate silence.

“Please remember me when our youth is gone, Y/n” he says hanging up the call.

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We Go Together

Pairing: Jadon Sancho x Black Reader

Summary: Jadon wants everyone to know he’s yours.

Notes: don’t know where this one came from really bt i literally gave myself b*tterflies while writing it … it was so fun and i think its so so cute. also helloo to the JS25 girlies how are you :) hope u enjoy :)

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“This is so random, but, I can’t lie. I hate braids. Like, on girls.”

Jadon looked at Reiss from the side of his eye, barely lifting his head from the back of the couch. Maybe they’d been vegetating on the chocolate-colored sectional too long, the blue light exposure from watching TikTok after TikTok finally getting to his friend’s head. It had to be that.

“What, bro?”

“They’re childish, brother, look.” Reiss leaned over, showing Jadon a clip of a girl being spun in a salon chair, with bright blue box braids trailing down the cape around her back. Reiss sucked his teeth twice before the video even ended. “It’s a little kid’s hairstyle, like primary school plaits. I do not rate them.”

Jadon laughed in a loud burst of sound, and shook his head at his friend’s wild take. Reiss’ complaining had triggered an image in his mind that easily refuted each of the critiques he brought up. He pushed the phone away from his face.

“Nah, you’re tripping. Braids are fire. Especially with the little baby hairs out, slicked down and that.”

“Noo, bro, the baby hairs get so extra!” Reiss rocked in his seat. “It’s gotta go, the whole style’s dead.”

“Maybe on gyal you see, but my girl, her things different. I’m telling you.”

“Oh my days– you almost did it, you know? You almost made it ten whole minutes without mentioning Y/N. It’s been 2 years, bro, we get it, you’re locked down, it’s cute, whatever.”

Jadon shrugged, a smile on his lips that he didn’t care to hide.

“I’m jus sayin.”

Reiss laughed, and switched subjects to show him another TikTok he thought was hilarious, but the picture in Jadon’s mind that his friend had summoned was too strong to ignore now, the warm feeling in his chest too sweet to pass by quickly. He half-listened while Reiss explained the meaning behind the joke, and scrolled to your Instagram profile. He went back a few weeks to spring break photos where you were sea-side in a flowy linen outfit with waist length braids falling over your shoulders, caught in the ocean wind. A minute later, he’d reposted the photo to his story, with a caption below.

“I love box braids. 😍 And my girl 😍”

He smiled again when it published, his thousands of followers viewing the image and leaving a flurry of cherry red hearts rising in the corner of the screen. Reiss, realizing he was no longer being listened to, peeked over Jadon’s shoulder, and rolled his eyes.

“You are such a simp, bro. I would banter you more if I wasn’t a little bit jealous.”

“Don’t worry, brother, it’ll happen for you one day. When you stop hating on girls’ hairstyles, I bet. Saying braids are dead, nah, you’re mad.”

Reiss shoved against his shoulder, but quickly slipped back down his internet rabbit hole, and a text came into Jadon’s phone.

Y/N: not u reposting my old pics lol you were lurking?

Jadon: No Jadon: Actually yeah Jadon: Reiss was trashing braids and i had to set him str8 Jadon: Can you come by?

Y/N: you 2 are mad i swear Y/N: and i thought u and him had plans after the match?

Jadon: Nah the braid comment was too much Jadon: I wanna see you

Y/N: yeah thats poor from him. i can be there in an hour :) Y/N: and i just got fresh braids done yesterday, i forgot to tell you lol

Jadon: 😍

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“What’s your middle name then? William? Zachary?”

The question registered only faintly in Jadon’s headset, all his focus instead zeroed in on the pixelated movements of his starting XI as they ran alongside Marcus’ XI. The teams were so well-matched that every possession was a battle, and the 85th minute found them in a deadlock with one goal each. It wasn’t quite the time for casual conversation.

“My middle name? What do you mean? No-no-no-no!”

One of his center backs made a sloppy pass, and a pressing forward had intercepted it. Thankfully, the keeper recovered and the score remained 1-1.

“Stop trying to distract me, bro! It won’t work.”

“M’not, I swear! It’s just the letter there on your bracelet. It’s catching the light and I can see it through the screen. And it’s not J or S, so.”

Jadon looked down at his wrist for a moment, at the thin gold chain draped along the left one with a capital letter and small, earth figure hanging in the center. Marcus was right – the jewelry did shine in the light coming in through the window and glowing from the computer monitor, and the sight twitched the sides of his mouth.

“It’s not my middle name, it’s for–wait, wait–”

Jadon paused the game and Marcus cursed over the headset. Still, he went on unbothered, more than happy to provide context around the question his teammate had innocently or not so innocently posed.

“So the letter, that’s for my girlfriend's name. She bought it for me for my birthday, couple years back. It’s nice, innit.” The grin that had started as a twitch now stretched across his mouth. “And the little earth thing is like, it’s like a reminder. That when I’m away, different country, different city, whatever. She’s always with me.”

Marcus smiled at him over the monitor, shaking his head even as his fingers itched to get back to the match.

“Aw look at you, Sanch, big softie. It’s too bad your missus ain’t here now though, to save you gettin whooped in FIFA.”

“No, you’re lucky she’s not here, really, cause I’d have been on a hattrick. It’s a miracle you’re even gettin a sniff, bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, stop chatting then and press play. Five more minutes and then we’ll see.”

Jadon resumed the game and leaned forward in his chair, his thumbs flying over the buttons. When his team paused for a corner minutes later, thoughts of you, which had been simmering under the surface ever since Marcus’ inadvertently brought you up, flashed through his mind. It was hard when he was in Manchester, and you were in London, but the little spiel he’d given his teammate reminded him, just as the bracelet did, that if the two of you could ever be considered “apart” it was only ever in a physical sense, never an emotional one. There was nothing that could separate him from you as far as he was concerned, unless he were to tear his own heart out of his chest or something equally dramatic. He decided instead to raise his hand to his mouth, pressing the letter charm softly to his lips. It was your name he whispered against the gold, uncaring if Marcus could hear, as he sent the cross flying towards the box.

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“Can I help you find something, sir?”

The salesgirl rested a hand on his forearm as she asked, and Jadon flinched at the touch. He’d been in the shoe store for a few minutes already and no one had noticed him yet, but the intensity of her look told him he’d been recognized. She was suddenly stood so close some of the hair from her ponytail brushed against his shoulder, and he could see the dark clumps in her heavy lashes. Her fingers were cold.

“Yeah, actually,” He stepped away from her while he talked, letting her hand drop. “I’m looking for a pair of those, uh, ugg slippers, slides, the ones with the fur. Do you have those?”

“I believe we do!” She flashed him a smile that lasted too long to be comfortable, and then turned slowly on her heel. “Follow me.”

They walked to the winter footwear section and she lead the way, walking slower and swinging her hips more than was necessary for the 30-second trip. Her performance, however, was lost on Jadon, who had opened up his phone to read his most recent text thread.

Jadon: Baby pick a color, it’s important

Y/N: for what?

Jadon: Don’t worry about it just pick Jadon: Red, blue, black or brown

Y/N: don’t even know what i’m choosing 😳 Y/N: but i’ll say red, it’s our fave

Jadon: 👍🏽

They’d come upon the display of slip-ons, and the girl swept an arm over them, slipping back into a sales monologue about their current popularity with customers, and how the fur-lined interior was more comfortable than any other ugg shoe she’d tried. He thought her boss must be somewhere around, but noticed there was no one near them.

“Do you have the red ones in an 8? And also a 5.5.?”

“Let’s just see!” She bent at the waist, searching the rack of boxes for the numbers he’d requested and making little noises of exertion all the while. Jadon’s eyes were still on his phone, searching for the notes app entry where he’d saved your clothing and footwear sizes and preferences years ago.

“Ooh, I’m sorry, sir, it looks like we only have the red ones in a size 8 and up. Are you sure you need the 5.5?”

She’d moved down into a squat, and now looked up at him through her lashes, biting on her lip. Her eyelids fluttered like there was something stuck on them.

“Yeah, I gotta have them. One second, please.”

Jadon: Pick another color, sorry Jadon: show you why in a bit

He looked up from his phone, waiting on your reply, and found the girl staring back at him. She took his returned gaze as some sort of invitation.

“You know, we sometimes have more stock in the back, extras that don’t make it on the shelves. We could go take a look together, if you want? The door has a lock on it.”

Jadon’s eyebrows flew into his hairline. He looked around the store bewildered, at a temporary loss for words, because all he could think to say was “Don’t you see my girl standing here?” and regrettably you weren’t. He couldn’t believe that anyone could look at him and not see that he was yours.

“Woah, no – absolutely not–” He stepped away from the girl for the second time, putting his hands up between them to maintain the distance. “I’ve got a girl, still.”

“And? I’ve got a man, too. But you’re Jadon Sancho.” She blinked her lashes harder, looking at him again with a challenge in her eyes that he wanted no parts of. Now, he wished he’d said “no” when she’d asked to help him.

“Nah, you have lost it.” Jadon laughed shakily, still in disbelief that she was propositioning him so boldly when he had your name written right there on his forehead. Or at least that’s how it felt. He shook his head and walked to the furthest part of the shelf where the brown colorways were kept, keeping a wide distance from her crouching frame.

“I’ll find them myself, yeah, thank you.”

The girl made a frustrated noise that he would’ve had to strain to hear, before she stood, her eyes still focused on him. She paused a moment, and with a shrug, took off to another part of the store.

Jadon breathed a sigh of relief. Just after, his phone buzzed with your response and it was just as he imagined.

Y/N: brown, then. it looks good on both our skin (whatever it is)

His smile returned.

At the register, he snapped a photo of the two stacked boxes just before they were bagged up and pressed send.

Jadon: Early bday present for u ❤️ Got a pair too cus I wanted us to match

Y/N: 😁 omg! thank u babey Y/N: that’s so sweet Y/N: i didn’t think you fancied them tho

Jadon: ❤️❤️❤️ Jadon: Yeah they look bare comfortable Jadon: And i need people to know we go together when we go out 😭 u don’t kno what i go thru

Y/N: ugh ur so brave, going out in public for me Y/N: thank u for ur sacrifice

Jadon: my **pleasure, innit ❤️

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“That’s what you’re wearing? You're sure?”

Jadon continued primping himself in the mirror beside you, flattening the crease in his jeans, and fitting clear glasses onto his face. Lastly, slowly, he dragged his palms down the lines of his shirt, and turned to admire the details on its back.

“Of course I am, what you mean? Got it customized and everything, just for your special day, didn’t I?”

The shirt was jersey material and a bright lilac purple with two grey stripes down the front, but the other side was what had made your breath catch when he’d pulled it out of his bag. Y/N’S BOYFRIEND it read, in sparkly block letters across the back.

“I love it! I love it so much. I love you! Come here.” was all you managed at first, through rapid kisses to his lips, cheeks, and neck, but now that the shock had passed the meaningfulness of the gesture began to set in. You hugged him from behind then, feeling the prickle of the glittery letters against your chest through your robe. The love and appreciation you felt was overwhelming.

“How’d you know I’d wear purple, too?” You murmured into his back.

“Cause I just know.” He answered, looking extremely proud of himself. His hands curled around yours as they travelled up his chest, bringing the left one up to his mouth for a kiss.

“You'll make me cry, you know. Ruin my make-up.”

“Nah, none of that. Go on, finish gettin ready.” He squeezed your butt gently. “They’ll have shut the lights off already, and I need everyone to see.”

Now, inside the small party being held in your honor you were convinced the shirt looked even better, shimmering under the flashing dance-floor lights and complimenting his tanned skin. Together with your lavender shirt-skirt set you looked like brown-skinned Barbie and Ken, like two halves of the same whole, and knowing so made your “birthday girl” glow increase tenfold.

Through the night you floated between groups of friends and acquaintainces, trading memories, laughing hard, and saying thank you for the thoughtful gifts and warm messages given from those who’d come to celebrate. Jadon stayed by your side without fail, clocking the eyes on his garment as he passed, and it seemed the the edges of his smile extended each time there was a whisper of “Aww” or a gasp of surprise. Every now and then he would drop your hand, letting you stray a little ahead of him before wrapping an arm around your waist or joining hands again, so that anyone who hadn’t seen the first time knew exactly who “Y/N” was. When you realized what he was doing, it first made you laugh, then feel warm, and then drag him onto the dance floor so you could pull your bodies close.

“I’m not gassin it, am I?” He asked into your ear, hands carefully pressing your back to his chest. “I’ll go chill, let you dance with your friends.”

“Nah, you’re exactly where I want you.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder for a moment, closing your eyes, feeling the gentleness of his hands on your waist, of his voice in your ear. Remembering how it was your name on his back for all these friends and strangers in the party to see. The music bumped and your bodies’ continued swaying to it.

“I’m happy you’re here, baby. And I can’t stop thinking about your shirt.” You let out more of the happy giggling that had characterized the night. “It’s my favorite gift so far.”

He shrugged, and you felt the movement against your back.

“I’ve been out the city for a while, innit. Just want to make sure people know what it is, that they ain’t forgot.”

“Do you think I don’t do that?” Your body stilled between his arms. “Is that why you’re on about it so much?”

“No, I don’t think that.” He guided your waist to keep moving again, making a lazy circle in time to the beat. “But I gotta make sure. You know that with me people always got something to say, innit. Always speculation, rumors and that. So I do what I can to make sure there ain’t no questions, about us, I mean. Cause there ain’t.”

“Well, I don’t think nobody’s gonna get confused after tonight. You couldn’t have made it any more clear.”

Jadon only laughed, his actions tonight already saying far more than a million words could. He ducked his head down into your neck for two, three warm kisses, squeezing at your hip, and his soft lips on your skin made you shiver.

You turned in his arms towards him, wrapping yours around his neck.

“It makes me feel so good, though, that. That you’re so proud to be with me. Makes me feel very lucky, and special, very in love with you.”

“You are special.” His lips twitched, fighting a smile, and you scratched one hand into the hair at the back of his neck. ”You’re everything. And you’ve held me down for so long, baby, there ain’t even nobody else to think about. It’s just you, innit.”

“I love you” you spoke, a smile breaking across your features, leaning against him, cradling his face, parting his lips in a gesture that said mine. He returned the kiss and the three words in one breath, his heart thumping, and the only thought in his head a repeat chorus of yours yours yours.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 10 months

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 32

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x OC!Witch

Warnings:none

Words:2144

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Bright and early, you leave your house to check on Evita. Sam had told you making just one of those wards had drained her of all energy. Just one. And there was so many more she needed to make in order to protect the borders of La Push and Forks.

Evita sat out on Sam’s front porch, a mug in her hands that had ribbons of rising steam trailing from it. Her face was pale, too pale opposed to her usual tan complexion. But her eyes when they flick to you are still alive and observant. A hair band pushed away her tightly wound curls to show off the pale pink scars on her face. “Good morning (y/n).”

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” You ask and sit on the front steps, angling your body toward her since there was only one chair on the porch.

She sighs and leans back, her shoulders sagging. “It’s taking a lot longer to recover my energy. I was hoping I’d be able to make another ward today, but I don’t think I’ll be up for it.”

“Sam said you had a friend coming.”

With a hum, she nods. “Yes. But I don’t know when he’ll be here. He’s constantly on the move. Most of the time he doesn’t have cellular service.” Her fingers tap against her mug. “I didn’t know it would take that much out of me. I’m not the strongest witch out there, but I’m fairly competent. I’ve seen my mother make wards before but mainly for our home. Nothing for a large reach of land. Times like these I wish she was here or even Leti. Leti was the most talented of our whole family. That’s why Xiomara saw her as a threat.”

She really hadn’t had time to mourn her sister. Now she was far away from any kind of family and help. You admire her tenacity. How strong she was even though Evita couldn’t have been much older than you. You think of your parents and how relieved they were when they saw you last night. Constantly making them worry about your wellbeing. Not even being with Edward had soothed them. Was Evita’s mom equally worried about her young daughter all alone?

”By the way,” Evita takes a sip from her mug before she proceeds “who was that girl yesterday? I don’t think I was introduced to her before.”

You knew who she meant. “That was Bella Swan.”

One thick eyebrow arches in intrigue. “TheBella Swan?”

“The one and only.”

You catch the space of skin between her brows crease. “Interesting. In a room crowded with wolves, I sensed her above them all.”

“What do you mean?”

Evita pauses for a few breaths to mull her words over in her head. “Hmmm, I should I put this. . . People, whether they be human or something else all have an aura. In the state that overcomes me when I’m performing my craft, my ability to see them intensifies. And you said Edward had never been able to read her thoughts?”

Affirmatively you nod wondering what this was leading to.

“That kind of aura,well, many magic welders have one just like her’s.”

“You’re saying Bella is a witch?”

“She’d have to practice at it, but yes she does have the capability of being a witch.” Her drink depleted, Evita sets it down next to one of the legs of the deck chair. Fixedly she looks at you, shooting you unspoken words that you read loud and clear.

Pursing your lips, you lean back against the stair rail. “Can she learn fast?”

“Normally I would say no.” Admits Evita. “But it’s not that often a human is naturally immune to a vampire’s power.” Her fingers tighten around a small jar that hung off her neck, caged in silver wire and strung with rope. You remember her making it. It protected her thoughts from Edward and other prying minds. She'd made it when she found out Edward could read everyone's thoughts except for Bella's and now your own.

Letting out a small sigh, Evita picks her mug back up and stands. You follow suit. "I need to get my strength back as soon as possible." She taps the mug. "This tea helps. I've already had three cups of it."

"Is there anything the pack can do in the meantime?" You ask her.

Evita's face glows and with her free hand, she holds your hand for a moment. "Spend time with your vampire now that you have him. Take this opportunity to bond before chaos ensues."

While she had spoken lightly as it was meant to cheer you, you couldn't help the shadow of worry cast over you at her last words. Foreboding of times to come.

Evita was to wait for her friend to arrive before she even entertained the idea of training Bella. She was no teacher and wouldn't even know where to begin with such a daunting task. She said his name was Dieufel and he was older than Letizia by three years. Still relatively young, but Dieufel was extremely talented and had traveled around the world to gain knowledge of all the known magicks out there. Dieufel called Haiti his home and had been there the last time Evita heard from him. That was a while ago.

While Dieufel wasn't the only magic wielder Evita knew, she was much more familiar with him since Letizia had gone on a few trips with him through the years of their acquaintanceship. "After yesterday though, I realize we'll need more people on deck to make the other wards."

“We’ll get them. Carlisle and Jasper are already on the road to get more vampires on our side.” You assure her. “And Edward texted me this morning that Alice also left last night too.”

“I hope they find success.” Evita smiles.

You left so Evita could get more rest and head back down the road. When you got home, you planned on suggesting a day for your date. Even thinking about it made you smile like a fool. While you wished you could go out on your first date right then and there, you couldn’t. You had to finish your summer school work before you academically fail even more. Not even werewolves could escape school.

Passing by the Black house, you notice Bella’s car pulling into the gravel driveway. This was the most you’d ever seen of Bella. Even when the vampires and wolves had been training together.

She hops out of the driver’s side and waves to you.

You wave back and anxiously eye Jacob’s garage where he always was when wolf duties didn’t pull him away.

Did Jacob tell her about imprinting on Evita? You wish you’d gone to check on him first before Evita. Internally you curse yourself for being a bad friend.

“You and Jake hanging out today?” You ask her, doing your best to be polite.

“Actually I wanted to see how Evita was doing.” She rubs anxiously at her arm despite the weather not being chilly at all. “Yesterday was really intense.”

“I think Evita would appreciate it.” You smile. Would Bella be happy about potentially being a witch? It could be a burden for her, something else to remind her of how her life has been tossed around by the world Edward and you live in. She would never have been privy to it prior to her life in Forks. There had been no fear of actual vampires walking on the same streets she walked. “I just came back from there. I think she wanted to talk to you too.”

Relief smoothed out the nervous lines on her face and she really smiles.

It was unwise though for Jacob to be anywhere near Evita right now. Evita didn’t need another situation on her plate.

You open your mouth, prepared to offer to take her to Sam’s yourself, when Jacob pops out of the garage with his house keys in his hands. He froze when he finds you there standing right next to Bella. Being friends for over a decade, you knew each of Jacob’s facial expressions and what they meant. His was one of guilt. You didn’t want to admonish him in front of Bella in case he hadn’t told her yet. But you definitely didn’t want him to go to Sam’s, especially if the alpha wasn’t their to monitor him and Evita.

“You guys might have to postpone your visit though. Evita’s still pretty tired and was going back to sleep when I left.” You smoothly explain, regretting the lie when you saw Bella’s look of disappointment.

“Oh, okay. Guess we’ll do a rain check.” Bella nonetheless smiles at you and is about to go back to her car when Jacob cut in.

“It’ll only be for a few minutes.”

Uh oh. You were wondering when his adolescent wolf brain would kick in. “She was pretty exhausted Jake. Plus Sam’s not there right now.”

You were getting in the way of him and his mate and his stupid testosterone was making him act irrationally.

Jacob’s jaw ticked.

Overly aware of Bella being so close to him, you slowly side step closer to her in case he did explode. She didn’t know what was going on; why Jacob had suddenly turned feral.

“She’s okay Jake.” You don’t pull your eyes away from his. “Everything’s fine. Let her sleep. It’s no use going if she’s sleeping.”

You nudge Bella’s arm, indicating for her to shift behind you and start to slowly move to her car.

Don’t do anything stupid you idiot. You think to yourself, unable to shout it at him through pack telepathy.

“(y/n). . .” Bella whispers at your back. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Nothing’s wrong with him.” Well, if he wasn’t going to tell her now then you’d have to. “He’s just imprinted on Evita is all and is acting like a stupid male wolf.”

You saying it out loud snapped him of whatever stupor he had so quickly plummeted in.

“On Evita?” Bella breathes out shakily.

“Yes. And he’s acting irrationally because he doesn’t know how to deal with it.” You were tired of keeping the poor human in the dark. “Because he always wanted to imprint on you, Bella. But we don’t get the choice in that and we have to live with it and accommodate.”

Bella addresses Jacob “Is that why you didn’t tell me sooner? How long have you known?”

He glares at you for revealing everything to Bella when he wasn't ready. "Since the first day she got here."

"She doesn't know yet. It's best for her right now to focus on getting the wards up for protection. She doesn't need this imprinting mess impeding on her work." You remind him. "If you act like this in front of her, she'll definitely know something's up. So it's best if Jacob just stays away for the time being."

Now Bella knew Jacob had used her just to see Evita.

Chancing turning away from Jacob, you say to Bella in a softer tone "Evita really does want to meet you though. She said. . . She said you might be helpful to her."

The hurt on her face stalled for a moment. "Really?"

You nod. "If you feel like you need a wolf chaperone to go to Sam's, then I'd be happy to accompany you next time." While Bella hadn't shown any romantic attachment to Jacob (that you'd seen at least), you knew it might hurt losing another close person to imprinting.

You'd give her credit though as she took a deep breath and nods. "Thanks (y/n). I think I'll just go home for now. But can you call me tomorrow if Evita is ready?"

"Of course."

You and Jacob watch as she hastily drove off. Immediately Jacob verbally tore into you. Condemning you for telling her something that wasn't for you to tell. The news of his imprinting was something he should have announced when he was ready. But it was clear keeping this from Bella was the wrong choice. And you used that fact to snap back. He'd been the one who was inconsiderate to Bella's feelings. Of course this would be tough to tell her regardless.

By the end of it, both of you were trembling, your wolf threatening to come to the surface and snap actual deadly teeth against someone who had been one of your closest friends. For fear of an actual fight breaking out, you storm off to your house even though you wanted to go back and tussle with Jacob. You remind yourself how you were when you first imprinted on Edward. Such a confusing time but you'd found isolation the best way to come to terms with your new reality. Perhaps that was what Jacob needed too.

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dietmountaindewbae · 1 year

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hiii, can you write something about alex with jealous, pls

xi. one for the road

alex turner x reader

requested by anonymous

word count: 3501

summary: A spark of jealousy made the fire rise up between you and (late 2011) Alex, and it's your duty to make him remember you're irreplaceable, will he fall into your trap?

warnings: degradati!on, h!ckeys, bru!ses.,

music recommendations: good morning beautiful by deftones

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Waking up dizzy, with a killer headache that felt like a knife was pushed into your head, while a bumpy road was ahead, this hungover probably was in your top 5 worse hangovers in the world, a frown was tattooed on your brows.

You woke up on the couch like almost every day after a massive gig, but this time you were covered in a leather jacket, you smiled at the thought, and there was Pete, head on the couch, sleeping awkwardly next to you, he was just waking up just like you.

"Good morning beautiful" He had a deep raspy voice, you giggled and tried to fix your hair.

"Hello" You giggled, "God... what the fuck happened yesterday?"

"The same, we got shitfaced together but I do remember quite clearly that you begged me to stay with you" You gasped, and immediately sat straight, he had a smirk on his lips.

"Mmm I don't think so, I think that's your dirty little fantasy about me, Pete" He rolled his eyes at you, he was about to open his mouth to talk back at you, "Don't deny it" He sneaked up on you, tickling your sides, falling into the couch.

Alex came back from his bunk, all dressed up in his blue jeans, and white shirt uniform, "Good, you two are up" He took a sip of his black coffee, "I'll grab that" He said, grabbing the black leather jacket you had slept with the other night, you thought it was Pete's but you remembered he wore a denim jacket last night, so... how did you end up with Alex's jacket if Pete was up next to you? Then you realized he was up way before you, Pete stood up and he was wearing sweatpants, if he had crashed with you, he would probably be wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Jesus you needed a cold shower, an aspirin, and a coffee.

The cold water on your face made you see clearly, you just remembered waking Pete up, and you were angry about something, you didn't remember what exactly but Pete was comforting you, yes you had been friends with him but things got a little flirty between you two, of course, with a little bit of booze the tongue loosens up, you shared a few drinks with him until you crashed in the couch again, you had a bed but you found the couch so comfortable that night, you stayed there until 4 with Pete, maybe this whole waking up with Pete next to you wouldn't have happened if only Alex hadn't sneaked out that girl a couple of nights ago, jealousy made you act this way, is not like you were in love, but he made you want him so bad that it made you so angry thinking about him sleeping with someone that wasn't you, he came to you with his little broken heart and puppy brown eyes, and now you were the one who looked like that.

Around 5 you were in the arena, arriving for the soundcheck, and after that, you stayed in your hotel room trying to remember everything but nothing yet, so you gave up and tried to forget about it by taking a walk around the city with your girls, you didn't tell them what happened though, you found it useless, there was no way in them being helpful if you had amnesia from yesterday. The clock was ticking, you arrived at the concert, and there was Pete backstage waiting for their queue smoking a Marlboro red.

"Hey... I brought you a beer" You said to Pete, resting your back against the wall, "As an apology for yesterday, waking you up in the middle of the night"

"Nah, you can wake me up as many times you'd like" You both chuckled, "Besides, you seemed like you wanted to talk with someone, so... I'm always here, as a friend... or whatever you want" And that's when another memory flashed back, you were about to fuck him, and that word you used, "No hard feelings, no strings attached" What the fuck was going on in your head?

"Oh," You blushed, "Maybe we can see what happens later," You said to him just to not talk about that subject anymore, and he scoffed.

"You don't remember anything about yesterday, right?" You were honest and said no with your head, "This is what happened yesterday" He grabbed you by the waist, crashing his mouth on yours, and for some reason, even if his mouth tasted heavenly, and his kissing was amazing, it still didn't feel right, because he was out there.

Alex watched you from the other side of the stage, he watched you laughing, blushing, and kissing Pete, he watched everything, and he just wanted to crash his knuckles against his jaw, he had the nerve to kiss you out of all of the girls he could have, the anger took over him, he wanted to smash his guitar on his head, even worse, he thought that you liked his kissing, because of the way you let your body relax underneath his, and your soft lips opened to let his tongue slip inside you, he held you so closely, not wanting to let go of you, and there was Alex who thought he was the only one who could make you feel alive.

Pete kissed you once more before he went to the stage, the crowd yelled euphoric, while your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, you trapped a cigarette between your lips but your black lighter wouldn't turn on, "Use mine" A deep voice said, of course, it was Alex, he lighted up your cigarette, trapping you against the wall, "So Pete and you, huh?"

"I could say the same about you and her" You nudged your head signing at the girl you didn't even bother remembering her name, she was too busy taking pictures with everyone at the gig, you didn't know her but she seemed like the type of girl you didn't want to be around anyways, "Don't even ask another question," You said, pushing him away, "Do whatever you want Alex, I don't care what you do, fuck with her, fuck with any girl you want but don't come back to me like a dog" You answered him back, "Besides... you and I can both agree on that... what can she do that I can't do better? Tell me..."

"I don't think so" He answered with a smirk, but you knew his body just as well as you knew the way his mind worked, he wasn't fooling you, he stunk of cigarettes, whiskey, and his poisonous cologne, and it was obvious he couldn't make things work with her, of course, there would be a time where he could find someone else, and you didn't really mind that, but all of those nights he said he was yours, no one else could set him up on fire quite as you do, had him running around trying to trap you in between his hands, "What do you even care about? I know you're jealous" He smirked, that evil smirk he gave you really made you laugh.

"Oh, you're stupid if you think she could be something I could be jealous of, I thought you out of all people would know that fact better than the rest," You even felt a little bad for him, "You poor thing, I bet she can't even get your dick to be as hard like I can, not even take you as good, that's why you're all so frustrated, so unattended, 'cause she's not me, never forget about that" You inched closer, he sighed wanting to kiss your mouth so heavily, you grabbed the bulge on his jeans, "Good luck getting rid of that" He was as stiff as a rock, and he was starving for more.

He rushed to his car pulling the hairs off his head, closing his eyes and picturing you as his hand slowly descended to his jeans, that was the first thing that came into his mind when he was this frustrated, your mouth, your kisses, your soft pleads against his ear, he yearned to be inside you, and all because he found the wrong girl attractive, he didn't know why did he even think someone like Pete could replace him, why did he get so possessive over you? He couldn't concentrate as much, he was confused, angry but most of all in great need of you, he closed his eyes once more, he began to move his hand inside his tight black jeans, he remembered a day when you walked around only in a mini skirt and you silver bathing suit, he exhaled deeply, his hand gripping his dick tightly, adding more pressure to his head, you walked around free, even when you bend down to pick up something he couldn't help himself and he looked underneath so shameless, he wanted a taste of what was underneath that skirt, and soon enough he did, he fucked you on his motorcycle that day, so roughly you were crying, whining, your legs couldn't stop shaking, your tits were hanging out of that tiny bathing suit, you pussy was so wet, got so tight around him, and he remembered watching how he drove his dick in and out of you, your hard nipples, and your damp hair, his hand speeds up the movements, his skin filling with goosebumps, he could almost vividly feel you kissing him, he just wanted another taste, another bite of your bottom lip, to take him so well, his hand squeezed his cock just like you did until finally he came all over his stomach saying your name out loud, "Fuck-" He cursed under his breath, he had to clean up before he went up, and most importantly deal with you after the gig.

He went to the stage, trying not to mess up his solos, as he tried not only to focus on the lyrics but you, most importantly. You were talking with Pete along with a beer, sitting on his lap while he had his arm around your hips, hand on your thigh, your dress hitching up your thighs allowing him to see a small fraction of your panties, what had him on the edge were you, you did this on purpose to pull the strings of his hair, to get him to feel the same way you did, maybe it was just a dark and moody game you had going on with him but it was exciting, and Peter and that girl were just pawns in it, he was so gentle with you, caressing your legs up and down so gently, but truly he couldn't get on Alex's level.

"You look so beautiful sweetheart," He played with the straps of your silver dress, leaving a kiss on your shoulder, his fingers climbing up your leg gently, the look in your eyes sending him spiraling down, letting his body take control over him, it said to come, try, give a taste, taste me, those greedy eyes enchanted him, he kissed your lips so softly, but then when you returned the kiss he took advantage to pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss, he was so needy for it, too needy, that's what turned you off, you liked that Alex wanted you but he could breathe without you, and you were scared Pete wouldn't take things just like Alex, he would never replace Alex, you were more sure of that with every kiss you gave him, you wished it was Alex's lips, they tasted like heaven.

It was around 11 when the gig finished, you were walking down the halls trying to find Katie until an arm pulled you in, and his strong hands pushed your back against the door shutting it close, your heart was beating out of your chest, "You keep doing that, see how that turns out for you, but you know that even if he fucks you, you're still gonna think about me, I can see it in your eyes because you kissed him just like you kiss me, but you know is only me who can make you get wet with only whispering your name, you know he's no better than me, so why even bother?"

"You were so busy with her, so I got busy too, don't take it personal Alex," You gave him a smirk, but it only got him more annoyed, he put his hand around your neck, chocking you lightly but enough to make you stay in place, "Or do, do whatever you want, I already told you"

"How personal did you get with him?"

"Do you wanna know?" You gave him that look he always struggled to find the answer, it was playful, innocent, so confusing, he didn't know what to think, it could mean anything.

"Tell me, do I wanna know?" You just giggled at him, he was begging you to know, but at the same time, he knew at least nothing had happened with Pete last night when he woke up in the early morning, that night he didn't sleep as much when he heard you complaining with Pete, he saw you sleeping with your arms and legs closed, Pete didn't even bother to cover you up but Alex did, "I know you don't want him as much as you want me, come on, I know you want it so why don't you quit that attitude" You stared at his eyes, he knew you wouldn't drop it.

"Make me" He unbuckled his thick cowboy leather belt, unzipped his jeans, took his cock, and dug his fingers into your skin ripping apart your fishnets pushing your panties to the side sliding his dick inside you, a hollowed moan escaping your lips when he went all the way inside you, he was so hard, so big it felt so delicious inside you that it made you wanna cry out his name.

"I'll make you remember who's the one that can get that face to look like that" His movements speed up, making the straps of your dress fall exposing your tits, you held on to his hips as best as you, you couldn't help yourself anymore, you were gasping for air as he fucked you so hard against the door, your pussy getting wetter with every thrust of his hips, "You're my girl, he would never make you feel like this, don't be stupid, you know the right choice to make"

"And what's that?"

"Stop fucking around with him, and I'll keep making you cum as good as today and every day" That sounded so appealing, but you were trying out new buttons, and it was time to press the red one.

"And what if I don't?" He took his cock away, leaving you empty, and trembling.

"You know what happens, you're never satisfied and eventually you'll get down on your knees," He pushed your shoulders down gently you landed on your knees, "Just like that, ask for me to fuck you up real hard and deep, so I'll give you one last chance," He grabbed you by the hair, pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you sucked on it, swirling your tongue gently, he took his thumb away and spat on your mouth, "Don't disappoint me" You took his swollen red cock inside your mouth, he pushed his cock far deeper inside you hitting the back of your throat, you gulped, saliva strings falling from your chin to the floor, your eyes staining with tears, but his look of satisfaction, and his gasping it made you so wet, he drew back, and you allowed yourself to breathe shortly, then you took him back in, stroking his cock up and down as you mainly focused on his head, swirling your tongue around it, feeling precum leak out, but he stood up, crossed arms, waiting for you to take him all in, you would made him want you even more than the other days, you took a deep breath before you took him in once more, swallowing around him, his head hitting the back of your throat, and you kept him hit it until his hand fell on your hair, he thrust his hips back and forward, "Just like fuckin- that doll, it feels so good" You drew back, and what you couldn't fit on your mouth you stroked it, your eyes glistened with tears, "You love chocking on it, don't you? I'll fuck your pussy nice and deep just like you love it, I bet you're so wet by now, you little cunt, I told you you would regret it" He buried his dick inside your throat, and you gagged and gulped but you were persistent with obvious anger on your eyes, "Can't speak with your mouthful, can you? Come on, let's not waste enough time, I'll show you what you're gonna miss if you leave me for that vanilla fucker" He picked you up from the floor, and you wrapped your legs around him as an instinct, he pushed his stiff dick inside you, slipping inside your walls so easily as your body jolts up with every thrust of his hips, you were pressed up against him so tightly it made a few moans escape your mouth, each getting louder until he covered your mouth when he heard someone knock on his door.

"Alex?" It was Jamie, "We're going to the bus, Nick bought a few bottles, wanna come?"

"In a bit, I'll try not to take too long" But even if he wanted, it wasn't the right place at the moment, "Is everyone goin'?"

"Yes, but we're missing someone you know who it is, have you seen her? Pete is looking for her but she's missing" That fucking Pete getting on his way again, he buried his cock inside your pussy covering your mouth as he slightly opened the door.

"I don't know where could she be, have you searched the parking lot? she might be out having a smoke," You breathed heavily, your hand began to rub your clit in desperate circles, he felt your walls getting tighter around him, while you were drooling for him to fuck you harder and faster since there was a whole search team after you already, Alex was begging for Jamie to leave.

"Ok, will do, call me when you finish doin' whatever that you're doin'" He shut the door once Jamie disappeared, you wept when his movements got a lot rougher, sending you flying away, your tits hardening as you felt yourself closer.

"You're a whore, touching yourself while you had my cock inside you, you're so fuckin' dirty, you're a misbehaving little whore, I'll teach ya" His cock was throbbing inside you as he pushed his body up and down, you held onto his strong arm, his hand wrapping around your neck, his death ramps ring felt cold against your flushed flesh, "You want to finish?" You nodded your head you couldn't form a sentence, just moan out the pleasure of his cock inside you, and his thumb going around in circles, as his movements began to get a little more sloppy, "Cum on my cock, make a mess on it, it's all for you, so come on you little whore do what I say" You are in utter shock, the ability he had to keep a steady pace at the same time he rubbed your clit in circles, his lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting on it, "You're body's mine, you're mine, I'll show you" He left another on your right tit as the other one was kneaded roughly with his hand, you followed the movements of his hips, you wanted him buried all the way inside you, you trembled as he pressed down on that button, he thrust back and goes back in, you felt a moan built up on your throat and your release on your stomach, he went back another time, and that's when you finally gave in, coming all over his cock, "That's it doll, make a mess on me cock, I know you love it like that"

"Oh fuck..." You gasped for air, "Alex, that was-"

"You know what to do love, you leave him," You nodded your head obediently, "'Cause I already left her, I think you should do the same," To avoid something growing between you, you came up with a good idea.

"After the tour is over, you can see whoever you want, and we keep being friends, we don't have to make things weird if we don't want to," You smiled at him pecking his lips, "It's my time to go, I had fun Al" You opened the door fixing your dress, "You know where to find me"

"While you're there, will you pour me one for the road?"

A/N

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g0atmama · 6 months

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No Easy Answer

Isaac solves the mystery of the crystals popping up around the Badlands. But in doing so, only has more questions

Free Hearth AU, set while Hestia is still living in the Badlands

The crystals kept growing. Not in size, but in number. Yesterday there were five. Now there were seven more, arranged in a half circle. Jagged, spiked crystals that grew up out of the ground. They curved around each other, locking in ways unbelievable for a mineral to grow.

All Isaac could do was guard. He wasn't magic. He didn't have an ounce of it in his veins. All he could do was stand there watching for monsters while Jadu inspected the new growth.

"These appeared overnight." The mage repeated what they already knew.

Isaac looked over his shoulder. Looked at the splatters on the crystal. Deep purple crystals, with red and blue and green splattered on them. Some black, smeared like soot.

"Looks like a bunch of monsters died here. Trapped by the crystals and killed by something powerful. Something big."

"Yeah."

The two men kept their inspection. Until a roar in the distance signaled the rising of Apophis. Departing to the Outpost, making quick notes of what they found.

Another roar. Different. A different creature, and the sound of… what was that? It sounded like glass cracking. Jadu's attention turned towards the sound. Southwest, towards the wasteland of old bones.

A dragon. Smaller than Apophis, barely visible on the horizon. But there. He cast a spell- pushing his senses further. Letting him see clearer. The dragon blew fire at the shadow serpent's tail. Crystal formed around it, connecting to the ground.

This dragon was the source of the crystals.

He was about to call Isaac, excited to point it out, when the roar changed. Pain, he didn't need to know dragons to know a cry of pain.

Apophis had bitten it.

His mouth was massive around the poor dragon. It blasted something from its body, that sent shards of crystal through Apophis' jaw and skull. It crashed in the distance.

They had to help. This dragon had been fighting Apophis, there was no way it was dangerous. Well, it still could have been, but they had to help. Jadu moved back down the tower, grabbing a handful of potions and herbs. Things to help with magic.

Isaac stayed in the Outpost- Alesia wanted to get a look at the dragon. Someone had to stay. The two departed, searching through the Badlands for the beast. It shouldn’t have been so hard to find. A dragon that size, sure it wasn’t too big, but it was dark. And it probably had crystals glowing around it. So why couldn’t they find it?

At the Outpost, Isaac was greeted to a horrific sight. Watching from the top of the tower, he saw an adventurer stumbling closer. One he knew. One he cared about. The odd girl with purple hair- Hestia. She was cradling herself, covering only one of a dozen wounds across her torso. Her cloak was stained with blood and- were those crystals around the end of it? He shook off the thought.

He all but ran down the stairs to get the door open. To pull her inside the outpost and help her. Clothes ruined. They barely even covered her anymore, torn to shreds by… By a bite. But…? No. No, that was impossible. She could hardly stand. He sat her on a table.

Isaac had no magic. Not a drop of it in his blood. All he could do was treat and dress the wounds. They’d have to wait for Jadu to get back. Maybe Camilla. Maybe Lance. But these wounds were everywhere. Crossing her body, across her torso. One was terrifyingly close to her heart. But her bones were intact.

“I don’t… How?!” he asked what he meant to think aloud. The girl laughed painfully.

“There’s no easy answer for that.”

Isaac didn’t even try to hide the annoyed question from his expression. How? It should be easy, a spell, or a potion or-

“You’ve seen my crystals. Jadu saw me fighting.”

She’s the dragon. The dragon Jadu just ran out to help. The dragon that’s been leaving the massive crystals, the dragon that’s been corralling and destroying monsters left and right- at a pace even Camilla couldn’t keep up with. Constant battle, constant protection…

“But… why?”

#farmer hestia #free hearth #sve isaac #sve jadu

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝

▷ choi soobin x reader

▷ The year is 3022. Petrol is far out of use. The ozone layer is at its last breath. As the world searches for answers, a girl and a boy search for gold.

▷ 1k words, sci-fi au, mentions of cancer and suicidal-ish thoughts, mentions of Soobin's panic attacks, angst and some fluff, happy ending (?)

The sky was a darker coal-gray than usual, you decided. You swept past the tattered, red curtain and found Choi Soobin staring at the black ocean before you. You’d been traveling for months now via a small merchant's boat you had scavenged in the Shipwreck Graveyard off the coast of Macau. You wrapped the wool shawl around you tighter and pressed a button on the control panel next to you.

A clear case stretched over the outside deck of the ship and encased you both in a comfortable heat.

You settled next to Soobin on the wooden bench and nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His arm immediately came around your body to tug you closer.

"You miss home," you murmured, following his gaze out at the dark waters. Ever since the sky turned dark, everything else became nightmarish, too.

"Home is with you," he countered. He moved his head just slightly to press a kiss to your cheek. "We'll find it, sweetheart. I promise."

While the world searched for alternate planets to live on, you and Soobin searched for a lifeline. Despite the advancements in science and technology, cancer still provided a considerable amount of chaos. For the two of you, it rocked your worlds when you were told you had a terminal case of rare blood cancer that had recently been recorded just a decade ago. There were no discovered cures yet.

You still remembered that day like it was yesterday. Soobin had been so frustrated at modern medicine that he'd turned to the long abandoned books on magic and myths. That was why you were here—to find a mythical ingot of gold that might not even exist. But Soobin was determined. He couldn't bear to live without you, and with your days constantly decreasing, he was even more motivated than ever.

Sometimes you wondered if it would be better, easier, for you to speed up the clock and end yours and Soobin’s misery. He could go home to his family and invest in one of those Lunar Landers to get off of this damn planet. The Earth was just as dead as you were anyway. But you knew that if you ever expressed these thoughts aloud to Soobin, he might go into a panic attack again. The image of his trembling shoulders and pale blue lips were etched into your memory forever.

From the smog, you could just barely make out the shape of a shadowy form, rising above the gloom. It was a mountain—or at least, it looked like a mountain. Its face was holey and deformed, as if it had been plucked apart for natural resources like a piece of dead carrion swarmed by vultures. Humans were vultures, but that was beside the point. With land in sight, Soobin swiftly stood and made his way to the steering wheel to gently land the boat by the shore.

Once docked, Soobin threw himself into the shallow water, landing with a loud splash in the polluted waves. He gazed up at you with a soft, encouraging smile. He reached his hands up to you. “Come on, sweetheart. You got this.”

You staggered your way onto the edge of the railing, then fell feet-first into Soobin’s arms. He caught you with a small grunt, then let you down into the water with him. The seawater was up to your knees and up to Soobin’s calves, but it wasn’t too cold that your bones ached. The two of you trudged toward the abandoned mountainside with Soobin clutching a metal detector so tightly in his palm that his knuckles were white.

You reached for his free hand as you walked onto the grainy, gray beach. You felt his thumb brush against your fingers with a feather-light touch. It was a reminder of his presence, that he was and would always be here for you.

“I think I got something,” he suddenly gasped, pulling you toward the eastern end of the island. “It’s faint, but there’s a signal.”

“Do you think…?”

For the first time in a long time, Soobin’s eyes were alight with hope. “I read that this mountainside was stripped of its gold, then abandoned. There might still be a chance, Yn.”

Might had become a more powerful word than either of you liked to admit.

But if Soobin could be hopeful, then so could you. Sometimes when you got too hopeful, you imagined the years of life you could share with Soobin. The future the two of you could have together if you found what you were looking for was… well, it was beautiful. One didn’t come to appreciate life until they were suddenly getting it taken away from them.

Soobin led you on a small hike around the mountain, careful to pick his way around chunks of rock and debris that could prove detrimental to your already depleting health. The further you traveled, however, the stronger the signal became, and the more eager Soobin grew. He was grinning fully and widely now—

You prayed that this was it. That Soobin wasn’t getting his hopes up for nothing again. You didn’t think he could survive another letdown.

But then you were stopping at a mound on the side of the mountain and digging your hands through the soot. Both of you had your fingernails and hands stained in ash gray and black as you dug and dug and dug—

A cry pierced the air. Then Soobin’s hand retreated out of the dirt to raise something to the overcast sky.

Pinched between his thumb and forefinger was a pebble of gold, no bigger than a standard pill. It was dusted in soot, but it could have lit up the whole damn sky for all you cared.

Soobin was sobbing now, warm tears streaming down his face, and when you careened into his arms to hug him, he caught you and spun you around. You couldn’t tell if the wetness on your face were his tears or yours, or if the sounds of joy were yours or his.

“You’re gonna be okay, Yn,” he rasped into your hair, clutching the back of your head to his chest. “Thank God, you’re gonna be okay.”

It was enough then. The gold would be enough for the cure. “I love you,” you croaked, clutching his shirt tightly.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

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teamtrisha · 9 months

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The first time I met Mattheo Marvelo Riddle, he was sitting in the dining hall. It was a cold spring night and so the fire was mulling, bits of smoke rising from greying coal.

The air smelt of burnt firewood and amber ale which was our new word for Butterbeer. “I know what Butterbeer is, they used to have this back in the 12th century. It’s Amber Ale,” Amos Weasley said, the current know-it-all of Grindelwald.

It had rained before bed and then went blistering, and so rain had frozen against the window and was melting again. Me and Amos bumbled down into the cafeteria and had sat down at a table where Mattheo also was. Amos had almost sat onto his lap practically and hadn’t seen him there. Then moved over one seat, not thinking at all that he might’ve been expecting company.

He had a cut over his nose like he’d just gotten into a fight. And was peeling an orange with a knife.

“Did you apparate? I didn’t even see you there.” Amos said.

“Don’t miss much do you, Weasley?” He asked. He winked at me. And I’d never hung out with him before but I knew of him. He was really popular and very friendly often caught laughing down halls with literally everyone in class. He was the son of Tom Riddle, I heard, the guy that became he-who-must-not-be-named. And I was still trying to get a read on him was he bad or good?

I had an opinion on everybody here already that they weren’t the right sort but found myself to be surprised to like even the darkest of wizards.

“O-o, I know you. How’s your father doing these days?” Amos said.

“Not Very Well, considering he’s dead. Due to your pal, Harry or something or the other,” said Tom Riddle.

“No hard feelings, I presume,” said Amos.

Mattheo grinned in my direction.

“How’d you get that cut?” I asked.

He fingered his nose as if he’d forgotten it was there.

“Oh yeah, picked a fight with Jordan Bailey. Stepped on his shoes on purpose, when he confronted him about it, he said fuck off and pummeled him into the ground,” Amos said, laughing lightly.

I undid my scarf. It was no longer scarf season but I was feeling very cold right when I’d woken up and now the wilting fire had begun to warm my cheeks.

I remembered Jordan Bailey, during lunch yesterday a girl whispered to me that he had a crush on me. And I felt embarrassed. He wasn’t a bad looking guy but I just wasn’t feeling him at all in any sort of way.

Mattheo did get visibly upset when she had said that and I wondered why. And now the fight? I hadn’t previously noticed him at all before then. Other than the first day of school when it was mentioned who he was, I looked at him with a bit of awe and fear. And he noticed the negative attention and looked back at me with curiosity before I turned away.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me leaning forward onto his arms on the table, “Sleepy, tired, hungry?”

“Sleepy,” I said, rubbing my own arms to warm myself up.

“I’ve got just the remedy for that,” he said got up to get me a coffee. He brought it over with two creams and sugars sitting in the saucer, setting it gingerly down in front of me.

“I wasn’t sure how you liked it,” he said, then looked impressed when I drunk it black. And he drunk his black also. And his put his two sugars to the side.

“I’ll take one too, two sugars, one cream,” Amos said.

“Are your legs broken?” Mattheo asked.

“Right,” Amos said and got up to get his own.

#harry potter fan fiction

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sapphirehazardous · 11 months

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This is a short story that I put in my school’s literary magazine, titled “Kira’s Dream”, and I figured I’d dump it here. It’s a snippet from one of my WIPs, working title Hiraeth. It’s about a hardened woman in a post-Apocalyptic world becoming the caretaker to an eleven-year-old girl with amnesia— whose only remaining memories are scarily reminiscent of a time long, long before her own.

Fluorescent lights, white walls, brunette woman with big, round glasses.

Running. I was running through the spotless white halls, the tile floor squeaking under my feet. The florescent light was almost blinding, the light flickering. At the end of the hallway, stood the brunette woman with big, circular glasses. I ran into her arms.

I woke up.

Dang it.

I tried, desperately, to hold onto the dream. I couldn't let it slip away. Not something like this. I repeated the details over and over again in my head, as to not let them fade away.

Fluorescent lights, white walls, brunette woman with big, round glasses.

Florescent lights, white walls, woman with round glasses.

Florescent lights, white walls, woman... what did the woman look like again? Was her hair blonde, ginger, black? What shape were her glasses? I could have sworn they were square...

...

Who was I running to?

I smacked my head. The dream was gone. I had forgotten it. Again.

Forgetting. It seemed it was all I was good at. Some days ago, Artemis (or Art, as I called her) found me encased in some sort of vessel. I had no recollection of my past, nor who my parents were, nor where I came from. Art helped, albeit reluctantly; she clothed me, fed me, taught me the ways of the world I had awoken into. But she couldn’t help me get my memories back.

I sat up, scrubbed my face. The sun was just rising over the horizon, bathing the landscape in a dusty yellow hue. It poured through the large, broken window of the abandoned building we had taken shelter in. I looked over at Art, who was sprawled out on the open floor, her tanned, scarred skin slowly illuminating under the early morning light. She only had one sleeping bag in her possession, which she had given to me, so she had to use her backpack as a pillow and her jacket a blanket. It didn’t look all that comfortable, but she was snoring, so she must have been in a deep sleep regardless.

Art treated me kindly, but I think she really only tolerated me. Perhaps because she pitied me, or felt some sense of responsibility after having found me. But that would soon change. Yesterday, she told me she was bringing me to a commune (one of the few semblances of civilization there was left in this world), so that they could take care of me instead. Then she could leave me there, go back to her solitary life as normal. Free of me.

I shook my head and laid back down, drawing the blanket up to my chin. Maybe I could get in another hour or so of shut eye before Art uprooted my (albeit, very brief) life. I stared at the ceiling, studying every crack and dent and skittering bug. There was a rectangular slab of glass on the ceiling, surrounded by ivy. Inside of it was a long, thick white tube. It was a light. Or rather, what was left of a light, now busted and defunct.

Wait.

Light.

Fluorescent light.

That was the exact light from my dream.

I shot upright and looked around, the desecrated room starting to become all-too familiar. Memories of the dream came flooding back. Fluorescent lights. White walls.

Unable to contain my growing curiosity, I got up to examine the room further. Plants grew through the cracks in the floor, the ceiling, the walls, everywhere. Nature had surely reclaimed the building since it fell. The walls weren’t white anymore, instead a faded, yellow-ish cream. I ripped off a strip of peeling paint, revealing a bone-white layer underneath.

For the last piece of damning evidence, I crept further toward the back of the room, finding an archway with a staircase. They didn't even creak as I climbed up, but they looked to be made of a marble-like compound, so that made sense. When I reached the top, I saw it.

The long corridor I had been running through in my dream.

It didn’t come as that much of a surprise; dreaming about the place one fell asleep in was probably normal. But why was everything perfectly pristine in my dream? Why were the lights working as if this place wasn’t abandoned? Why weren’t the walls cracked, filthy, dilapidated, as they were now?

And who was that woman, not standing at the other end of the corridor now?

Perhaps my dream took place before the city fell, but if so, how did I know what anything looked like back then?

Was it… a memory?

“Up already?” I heard from behind me. I whipped around and saw Art, just now waking up. She sat up and stretched.

"Couldn't fall back asleep.”

“Mmm.” Art grumbled in response, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She was not a morning person.

“Hey, Art. I think I finally remembered something.”

That woke her up. Her ears practically perked up like a dog. “Really? What?”

“Well, it’s not really a memory. It was a dream. A dream about a memory, I think. But it doesn’t make much sense.”

“Do tell.”

“It was about this place. That hallway,"I pointed. "But it was different in my dream. It was nice and clean, like how it probably looked before it fell, I think. The lights were on and everything. And there was this woman, I can’t remember what she looked like, but I feel like she was important.”

Art looked as if she were listening to the ranting of a madman, but she didn’t interrupt me.

“Do you think maybe I lived here before the city fell? Maybe that’s why you found me here. What caused it to fall, anyway? Was there Earthquake or something?”

“Those are a lot of questions I do not know the answer to.” Art stood up, shrugging on her jacket. “But I do know that this city has been in ruins for over a hundred years. No way you could have seen it in its glory days in your lifetime. Sorry, kid. It was just a dream.”

Just a dream. My heart sank at the thought, but I knew she was right. It was just a dream. Perhaps I just had an overactive imagination– it’s not like I would know. Ever since I woke up, I wasn’t sure who I was, nor who I was supposed to be.

Well, I was back to square one again. No memories, no leads, no nothing.

“Yes, you’re right. It was... just a dream. Sorry for getting both our hopes up.”

“Don’t apologize, kid. The people at the commune can probably help you get your memories back. Better than I ever could, anyway.” Art rummaged through her bag, then abruptly threw a jacket at my face. “Speaking of, put this on. We should get ready to leave.”

“Leave? Already?” I shucked the jacket on, finding it way too big for me. It must have been one of hers.

“Yeah, already. The journey’s gonna take a few days. Best to leave soon as possible.”

She wants to get rid of me as soon as possible. The thought invaded my mind before I could stop it. I couldn’t help but look hurt.

Art’s face softened just a little.

“Listen, kid. I’d keep you with me if I could. I’m just…” Art faltered, a sudden, pained expression on her face. She swallowed, and turned away. “I’m not cut out for this sort of thing. You will be better taken care of there. It’s for your own good. Okay?”

“Okay,” I muttered.

Art cuffed my sleeves for me and put my purple hair into a ponytail. She gave me a bandanna to wear over my face in case we came across somewhere particularly polluted, which, according to her, was most places on this land. After gathering all of her belongings into her singular backpack, she slung it over her shoulder and turned to me.

“Ready to go?” She asked, extending out a gloved hand.

“I guess.” I took her hand and let her lead me out of the threshold. I took one last look at the room, the memory of the strange dream fading away by the minute.

“Goodbye,” I whispered to the building. And with that, we left.

#short story #writeblr #original wip #original writing #original chatacter #found family #grumpy guardian and plucky young protagonist trope #it’s my fav I can’t resist

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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Fezco x F! Reader

Angst

Hush

"I visited your girl" Mouse muttered while leaning back against the couch. Ash's eyes immediately found Fez's. Fez's lungs clenched and his fist tightened. The last time he saw you had been yesterday, you looked perfect as ever.

Fez felt angry at you for not telling him something so important and so dangerous. But mostly he felt angry at himself for not keeping you away from danger.

"She's an adorable one. Cute little lace shirts and pretty lips too" Mouse flashed a tongue over his bottom lip. His eyes stayed on Fez.

Fez felt like his emotions were as thin as ice. Mouse was stomping on this piece of ice, his feet digging into the obvious weak spot. Fez bit his tongue, his hand squeezing on the black handle of the hidden gun. Fez's eyes were cold and sharp looking at Mouse.

Mouse finally let out a heavy breath. He stood up with his men, dropping the duffle bag of packaged intoxication. Fez's stomach churned when Mouse left. Anger burning through the veins.

You hummed, giving a light knock on the door. Fez opened the door. His face remained nonchalant when he saw you. "Hi" You smiled, heat rising to your face from the eye contact.

Fez's lips parted but his word didn't come out. "Something wrong?" You shifted on your heels. Your teeth gnawed slowly on the inside of your cheek. "Y/N, we gotta' break up" The silence after he spoke was tense.

"Funny- Now please can I come in it's cold" You crossed your arms as another spiral of wind blew. "Why didn't you tell me?" "...You're serious" You structure in your body sunk.

"You know keeping you safe is my number 1 priority and I never want you around in my stuff. So why wouldn't you tell me that Mouse came to you?" Thoughts circled Fez's mind. Did you not feel comfortable with him? Did he seem like a pushover? Did something serious happen?

You swallowed your boiling feelings. "It wasn't a big of a deal and I knew you would worry if I told you" "No fucking shit! He can fucking kill you" Fez hissed. "I'm sorry" You slightly flinched at his harsh tone.

"We're done" Fez dug his nails in his palm, cursing under his breath for making you flinch. "Fez, please don't" You bit your lips, threatening to slice your wrist if the heavy load of tears dripped down. Too late...

You grabbed onto his arm before he could close the door. "You fucking asshole. So I don't tell you one thing and you dump me" "I can't keep you safe anymore-" "Don't do that bullshit. I'm more than capable of handling myself" Wet salty tears made your eyes ache.

When your grip went weak, Fez shut the door. You let out a shaky breath. "Fuck you. You make me fall in love then break up with me like it's nothing" Your heart burned a hole inside your chest.

"Do I mean this less to you? Were all those stupid words fake" Your fist clenched. Memories rose to the surface, Fez's gentle touch caressing your skin and giving every ounce of reinsurance.

You sniffled, wiping the cold sticky tears off your cheeks. Quickly glancing around to see if anyone was around.

It's been 1 month and 9 days since you saw Fez. Everything was going fine- You were fine. Frequent crying sessions at 2 am, constantly hooking up with guys to get your mind off him, almost overdosing on drugs, and finding the simple urge to sexualize yourself to feel something.

Everything was fine.

You took a sip of the alcohol in the cup. Hoping the burning sensation in your throat would overpower the one inside your eyes. "Earth to you?" This guy named Cain, you met 2 weeks ago was waving his hand in front of your face.

"Sorry, I think I'm going to get something" You gestured to Ash, discreetly handing off packets outside. "Okay" He replied, before talking to another girl settled in the kitchen.

The night air was chilly but the cold was comforting. The type of cold you could sleep in. Ash's eyes widened when he saw you approach. "Anything that hits hard" You mumbled, digging inside the guy's jacket you had on.

"I can't sell you that type of stuff. Y'know that" "Me and Fez aren't dating anymore. He doesn't control me and I want to have a good time" You handed Ash a roll of dollars. Ash sighed, handing a wide plastic bag to you. 1/3 of it was filled with glossy white "candy".

"Thanks" "Can you talk to him?" Ash said, his voice soft, like a concerned brother. "Why? He broke up with me" You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "He's losing it" Ash muttered as another customer came up. You walked back inside the house, hugging the athletic jacket close to your body.

Cain's arm went around your shoulders. "What do you get?" You opened the bag, taking one out and swallowing it whole. "Don't be a pussy" Cain chuckled, his eyes focused hard on you. His motive was clear but you didn't care.

Anything far away from the pain was worth suffering. You took a handful of 1cm pills, swallowing this with musky alcohol. "Atta girl" He whispered, pulling you into a kiss. You eagerly pulled away with a light laugh to brush away the uncomfortable feeling.

You glanced around the shuffling living room. The party's music blasting your eardrums. Fez was staring directly at you. He looked surprised but most of all scary. Murder written across his eyes.

The music started to fade as you quickly moved away from Fez's vision. The drugs set in. The paintings on the wall seemed to mouth a mesh of lyrics.

Time slowed. White flickering came from the bright fluorescent lights. Melting colors cuddled into a puddle. You couldn't hear your voice. It was like being submerged in a thick fluid. Cain's voice sounded far but his touch was still lingering on your body.

The room turned, your feet in the air and then on the ceiling. Everything then went dark for 5 seconds. You rolled twirled inside this void.

The party was happening in an abandoned apartment complex. Plastic red cups are tossed inside random rooms. An eruption of moans and slaps came from those random rooms.

You stumbled as your vision reappeared. Your hand clenched onto a rusty railing. You walked up the stairs, muttering incoherent words. Your vision would fade in and out. The void of fluid surrounding you became tighter.

You couldn't feel the air, breath, and hear your voice. Your senses were disabled. Once your made it up the stairs. The floor became water. Different signs are written in different languages. Half the lights were on the floor, scattered in broken glass.

Your fingers rubbed over your chest. Was your heart beating? Your grip became tighter as you tried to breathe. You roamed the short hallways. A hissing sound of fierce wind came from one of the doors.

You pushed on the door. The cement ground sent you wobbling forward. The roof's air was freezing. But it made you feel alive. You could finally breathe properly. Party music came from below. You closed your eyes, every step to the edge making you feel like you were floating.

You skated through the air. Each step forward sends you into a euphoria of relaxation. No Fez. No Cain. No feelings. You hated to sound like Rue but drugs seemed cool right now.

The stars looked so pretty, blackness thumping with the music. The beauty was hypnotizing however your feet were inching towards the edge. You hummed along to beat off the faint music.

Peace.

Such a delicate feeling. Heaviness took over your body, making you sway back and forth. You closed your eyes.

Letting

Every

Centimeter

Your

Body

Submit.

One moment you're about to fall into a bottomless pit of quiet. The next, large hands wrapped around your waist. "Are you fucking crazy?" Fez's hands were shaking. You sighed, looking up at his blue eyes. "I'm fine" You squirmed inside his possession.

"What did you take?" Fez slipped his hands inside the pocket of the jacket. He found the bag of drugs. Tiny white crumbs staining the plastic. "Fuck" He groaned, throwing the bag down on the ground.

"I paid good money for that" You pouted, trying to push Fez's arms off. "You almost died" Fez gripped your shoulders, giving you a small shake. "Stop acting as you care. Just leave me alone" You slurred. Your head pounding with a familiar ache.

"Y/N..." He steadied your shaking face. His thumb circled on your cheek. You were taken aback by the eye contact. You stopped squirming and realized the low distance between you and him. "Who did you come with?" "Cain Bradley" You spoke, remaining eye contact with Fez.

Fez huffed at the mention of another guy. Especially the one who had his hands rubbing on your body, lips moving vigorously on yours. "I'll drive you home"

The car ride was silent and trippy. The cold fog on the window soothed your scalp. Fez gave you occasional glances. Guilt marking his heart. "Thanks" "No problem" Your hand lingered over the door handle.

"Wanna come inside?" You looked over at Fez. "Sure" He turned off the car. Heading inside your house with you. You went to your room, removing your clothes, and putting on a graphic shirt. Fez stood in the doorframe. A rosy tint coming on his cheeks.

You walked in front of him, putting a hand on his beard. "I think I'm drunk too" You sighed again. "Why do you think that?" Fez adjusted his voice. "Because I still love you and I wanna kiss you right now" You smile sheepishly.

Fez leaned down. His lips pressed softly against yours. His tongue darts along the slip of your parted mouth. Your hands wrapped around his neck. Warmth scattering underneath your skin.

Any type of drugs and alcohol couldn't compare to being in his arms again. Your heart ignited in a burning sensation. Tears build in your eyes once you realize it wouldn't last forever. Fez pulled away, he held you close to his chest.

"I never meant to hurt you. I wanna give you everything and protect you. But I can't risk you getting hurt because of me" Fez kissed your forehead. "I love you, Fez" You swallowed hard. "Y/N..."

"I love you so much and I can't imagine loving anyone else"

Masterlist

#fanfic #x reader #angst #euphoria #hboeuphoria #fezco x reader #fezco supremacy #fez x reader #euphoria x reader #fezco angst #jealousy #hurt/comfort #fez angst #fezco x reader angst #fez x reader angst

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quindolyn · 3 years

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subby Jamie fluffy (Smut?) where he wakes up in the middle of the night and sucks on the readers titties to drink from her tits because she's lactating after giving birth to their daughter. I don't know if this makes sense but I hope it does!

Lactation Kink || James Potter

A/N: I'm not even sure if I should include "kink" but I will admit that there are some very smutty overtones so read at your own discretion. I tweaked the request a little bit in terms of the circumstances but the bones are still there. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: lactation kink, light sub!James and Dom!reader, not much I don't think, all acts are completely consensual and if they needed a safe word they'd have one

Word Count: 1851

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were life savers. They could only watch their two closest friends creep closer and closer to death for so long before doing something about it.

After giving birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago you and James had come to understand a new definition of the word exhaustion. You were absolutely enamoured with your baby boy, James the same way if not worse, always keeping him cradled in his arms, Harry’s little head nestled into the crook of James’ arm.

Regardless, there is no amount of parental love to counteract the complete lack of sleep the two of you have endured. “Sleep when the baby sleeps” they all say, it's excellent in theory if only the baby would actually sleep.

No, instead you and James were subject to months of newborn induced insomnia,

You’d barely understood what Remus and Sirius were saying when they offered to watch your son for a few days, give you and James some time alone. Even though every part of your being screamed for you to take them up on their offer there was that small, annoyingly persistent, voice in the back of your head. The voice of maternal guilt.

Your friends wouldn’t hear any of your arguments, listening as you insisted that Harry was still far too young for you to leave him, you could barely stand a few hours, how were you supposed to survive days?

Despite your insistence that it was far too early to leave Harry with his godfathers for an extended weekend when the following Thursday rolled around you and James were rather unceremoniously kicked out of your own house, told that reservations had been made for you at an expensive spa and resort and that you were not to return home until the following Monday.

They’d even packed your bags for you.

You and James had successfully made it through the first night away from your baby, your quality of your sleep however was not up to par as you tossed and turned, worrying about the little boy you’d left at home.

Even cuddled up to Jamie’s chest your sleep was more like a light sheet over your consciousness giving you a shallow, unsatisfactory, reprieve.

What you needed was for sleep to hit you over the head with a baseball bat, knock you unconscious for hours and give your body time to recover.

After a long, exhausting day of taking advantage of the resort's numerous spa treatments, your wish of deep, meaningful sleep seemed as though it might actually just come true.

Minutes after laying your head down on the pillow, James slipping into bed behind you, you were out cold. Pulling you closer so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck James was close behind you.

Finally, sleep.

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Your tits hurt, they fucking hurt. You were finally getting some quality sleep but the discomfort in your chest became intolerable and you were lulled back into a dreaded state of consciousness.

You’d been so ready for sleep and the peace that it would bring that you’d forgotten to pump your milk before getting into bed. You find yourself regretting that decision now, you shift slightly in James’ hold, just as tight as it had been when you’d fallen asleep. The clock on the bedside table reads three in the morning.

Fuck me, you think, your thoughts still blurry from sleep, carrying a weight in your temples that lures your head back down to the pillow as you fall back into your spot in James’ arms. You’re going to have to get up eventually, that much you understand, but the prospect of getting up and finding the pump, hooking it up, then actually sitting there while you pump sounds nothing short of absolutely dreadful.

You can only lay there for so long, on your back so as not to apply any pressure to your breasts, staring up at the ceiling before your tits go from hurting to feeling like they’re about to explode.

Eventually you’re forced to begin to fuss in James’ arms, trying to find the seal that will let you get up hopefully without waking your husband.

Even asleep James’ grip is insistent, he’s like quick sand, the more you try to maneuver your way out of his arms the tighter his hold gets, the closer he pulls you to him.

“Jamie, you gotta let go,” You murmur, hoping to appeal to the half asleep man.

“Where you going, angel?” His voice is the crashing of a wave against the shore in your ears, low, rumbling, calming. That voice alone is enough to have you considering just climbing back into bed with him, exploding tits be damned.

“Forgot to pump Jamie, m’tits feel like they’re ready to explode.”

He flickers his eyes open, worry etched into his irises, already blanketed in sleep, “Hurting?” Raising his head his eyes drop to your tits, like maybe he’ll be able to see your affliction.

“A little bit,” You nod, your hands combing through his unruly curls before making another attempt to rise from the mattress, “Gonna pump and then I’ll feel all better. I’ll be quick.”

“No,” He whines, god you miss the sound of his whine. His arms are like steel as he pulls you firmly back onto the bed, “M’thirsty anyways.”

Confusion heightens in you before James turns you so you’re fully on your back before slipping under your arm, resting his head on your chest.

Nimble fingers find the neckline of the silk camisole you’d found in the luggage Remus and Sirius had packed for you, sons of bitches also packed every single pair of lacy panties you own.

With little difficulty he slips the thin strap down your shoulder allowing him to tuck the soft material of the top under your breast.

“Miss my girls,” He whispers as he bares your breasts, they’re swollen with milk but the way he’s looking at you you’d think they were something far more precious.

“I’ll be gentle,” His promise comes just as he latches onto your pert nipple, carefully guarding his teeth with his lips, the last thing he would wanna do is hurt you.

It bears little resemblance to the way he used to suck your tits, fervently like they were the only things keeping him grounded, sometimes they had been. Now he proceeds with a new sense of caution but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable.

“Jamesie, ‘s for Harry, you can’t drink the baby’s milk,” You regrettably push him off your tit, he looks anything but pleased.

“They were mine first,” He whines, throwing you a dirty glance that falls completely flat given the immense adoration that lies just behind it, “And I told you (Y/N), ‘m thirsty, want your milk. Wanna make you feel good.”

Giving you his most convincing puppy dog eyes he leans back in, he latches on efficiently and sucking with an increased vigor you feel a feeling of fullness swell in your breast as your nipple tingles. It’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to but so rarely has it ever turned you on as when James is the cause of it.

He hums in satisfaction as the warm milk seeps into his mouth, it encourages him in his efforts causing him to latch on tighter. A little too tight.

“Easy there baby,” You hiss, “M’tits are sensitive.”’

He complies immediately, loosening his lips around your nipple the sensation becomes pleasurable once more. The pleasure helps distract from the discomfort which, at least in the tit James it latched onto, seems to be dwindling. The other breast is left aching until you feel a similar sensation coming from your nipple.

“You’re leaking.”

Casting your eyes downward you see that he’s right, you’re leaking slightly out of your unattended nipple. It's not unusual for it to happen but usually you just brush it away with a warm washcloth, not wanting to have a sticky mess on your chest.

Carefully, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the over sensitive bud.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He brings his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean, the visual is almost enough to make your head spin.

You can’t remember the last time you saw James subby, ever since you’ve had Harry it's been sleepy handjobs and once you fully recovered, him pushing you up anywhere he could and taking you right there. It’s like parenthood awoke something far more dominant inside of him but as he latches back onto your tit you’re reminded how beautiful he is when he submits to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers dance along the nape of his neck as you feel yourself unwinding with every second he sucks at your tit, bringing you relief.

“You full yet?”

He gently lets your tit slide from his mouth before responding, “Does it still hurt?”

The genuine concern in his voice has butterflies erupting in your stomach, you learned a long time ago just how sweet and caring James is but sometimes it hits you harder than you were expecting and you’re left feeling just as giddy as you did in the beginning of your relationship.

James seems to have sucked you dry, or at least to a point where your tit no longer burns with the feeling of an impending explosion.

“No s’all better baby, did such a good job,” You guide his face up towards yours, “Got a little milk on your lips,” You lean in, kissing the milk off his swollen lips.

It’s sweeter than you expected but maybe everything was sweeter coming off his lips.

You take your time admiring his face, hazel eyes that look a little more brown than they did yesterday, lips an impossible pink. Thick, long lashes you remember envying for as long as you’ve known each other cast their shadows along his cheekbones. He’s perfect.

You run the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip before letting him suck it into his mouth, when he couldn’t get to your tits sucking on your fingers always used to help James calm down. For the life of you you can’t remember the last time he’d sucked on your fingers. If it’d been in the last seven months you’d probably just been too tired to remember.

Letting your digit slide from his mouth James hauls himself over you, careful not to brush against your breasts, to lay on your other side. He moves with a surprising grace considering just minutes ago he’d been in the throws of sleep, you’d forgotten how well he moved.

“Other one now,” He murmurs, eyes glued to your tit as his hands move to cup it, giving him better access to your nipple.

“You sure baby? I can just pump this one and you can go back to bed, s’okay.”

“No,” His brows furrow with his empathic response, if he wasn’t already on top of you you’re sure he’d pull you closer in fear that you might escape, “Mine.”

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juuuuliee · 3 years

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Broken promises

A/N: so... this is my first story I'm posting, so please don't be so hard on me hahaha... Constructive criticism is of course welcome! I'm working on a masterlist and other stories, so stay tuned if you'd like. I'm sorry if there are some logic and/or grammar mistakes - as I said, this is my first story. I hope you like it, have fun reading! See you soon :)

Pairing:young!Sirius Black x Reader

Genre:a lot of angst, a bit of fluff

Warnings:angst, family problems, relationship problems, jealousy.

Y/N felt bad. Not the kind of bad that makes you want to throw up, more like your stomach was knotting up and that queasy, uncomfortable feeling was getting bigger.

The common room had long been pitch black and only the fire, which was slowly dying away, gave off a small pleasant glow, but it barely reached the sofa where she was curled up.

He had promised. He had promised to be there and yet she had not seen him since lunch in the Great Hall.

Anger and disappointment kept bubbling up inside her, but she tried to ignore those feelings as worry about him grew and slowly took over.

What if something really happened to him?

Before she could think any more about it, she heard a creak and pulled up. The portrait door swung open and the fat lady could be heard cursing behind Sirius, who came stumbling into the common room, but stopped abruptly when he saw his steady girlfriend on the sofa.

"Y/N?" he asked, startled, looking at her with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Damn it, Sirius, where have you been?" she started, realising that the worry was just giving way to the anger that was rising at the sight of him.

"I was at the lake...well...it was someone's birthday from Hufflepuff and I thought...I could go...what did I do wrong, Love?" he told her hesitantly.

"What did you do wrong, Mister? I don't know, everything I think!" Y/N scolded back, theatrically throwing her hands in the air to express her frustration more.

"You said you were coming, Sirius! Hell, YOU even suggested we meet and still said, you’d had a ,,plan’’…I don't know if that was part of your plan, but if it was, I'm sorry, it's a shitty plan! I thought you would have hurt yourself or made it back to Filch's office."

"Y/N, I'm sorry, okay? I forgot, yeah? What do you want me to do? Invent a time reverser just so our ONE date can still happen?!" sneered Sirius, raising his own voice

"The ONE time?! Sirius I don't know if you've been counting, but this is the fourth time in a row you've forgotten or missed it!" now Y/N shouted too, at which Sirius took a step towards her, but she dodged him right back.

,,I know I'm probably overreacting, but I feel like I'm fighting for our relationship all by myself, Sirius. I'm tired of waiting for you all the time, even though I know you won't come and you probably don't even care. It just hurts, okay?" She had started crying completely now and pulled her jumper closer to her.

"Maybe it has something to do with your family problems," he interrupted angrily and raised his hand, which Y/N only looked at defiantly.

"I am who I am and that is how you should accept me, Y/N! I have apologised, what more can I do?!"

Silence.

Grey, angry eyes met e/c, staring at him with anger and disappointment.

,, "Maybe you should change your priorities if some Hufflepuff chick's party is more important than your own girlfriend, Sirius!"

,, "And maybe you should lower your expectations. You're not the most important person to me damn it!"

Ouch. It felt like Sirius had stuck a knife in your back and was very, very slowly turning it around.

"I didn't mean it, Y/N," Sirius said with a roll of his eyes, avoiding Y/N's hurt gaze and focusing more on her shoes.

,, "Yes you did and you know it very well!"

Sirius groaned and you could literally feel the anger bubbling up inside him again and he had to pull himself together very hard not to yell at her again. In the end, however, his temper won out: "You know what? I'm leaving! I'm tired of this kindergarten and this... this kind of you, Y/N."

"Fine!"

"Great!"

,,Fantastic!" sobbed Y/N, but Sirius barely heard it as he stomped up the stairs to his dorm.

Y/N sat back on the couch, exactly in the place where she had been sitting twenty minutes ago and everything was still "fine".

Had he broken up with her?

She didn't know, but she knew it hurt..., it hurt like hell. There was a hole in her heart and it felt like she was losing her boyfriend, who was moving further and further away from her into the mist, so that all she could see was his outline, not even looking back at her. She wanted to reach out to him, to run after him, but something that must have been her own pride pulled her back and tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault.

But she didn't trust that voice. If only she had stayed calmer... Maybe she could have talked to Sirius calmly about her feelings and thoughts....

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"Y/N, wake up!" a voice called at her ear and Y/N slowly opened her eyes. Lily.

,, Lily, please! Let me sleep..." she muttered and turned around to avoid the red-haired witch.

"Forget it! It's Saturday...Hogsmead day," Lily purred excitedly.

"No!"

„Oh come on, Y/NN. We're going to Honeyduks and stock up on chocolate! James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are coming too, it'll be fun!", Lily tried to convince her, but Y/N just shook her head.

"I don't want to see him." "Who?" "Sirius." Lily furrowed her eyebrows questioningly, but quickly understood, "Did you two have a fight?" Y/N merely nodded her head and buried her face in her pillow.

"What was it about?" asked Lily, stroking soothing circles on Y/N's back to get the young witch to speak.

"He missed another date and was at some Hufflepuff party. I was so mad at him...I said things I didn't mean and so did he...His temper won of course...I don't know, it all just escalated. I don't think he wants to see me either." Y/N reported as she sat up and Lily nodded understandingly.

"That's bullshit. He knows he messed up, Y/N. Sirius isn't that stupid... and of course he wants to see you! Besides, it's Saturday, so if you two don't get along, you'll need some frustration food, Y/NN... chocolate! It'll be alright." Lily tried to persuade Y/N and she had to grin.

"Maybe you're right..." said Y/N hesitantly, "Of course I am!" laughed Lily and started to push Y/N into the bathroom.

,"I'm sure he'll be pleased." Repeated Lily, giving her friend a cheery smile.

Once in the Great Hall, the two girls headed for the Gryffendor table where all the Marauders were already seated. Lily gave Y/N's hand an encouraging squeeze before greeting the boys: "Hey!" she called and sat down next to James, who greeted her with a kiss. Y/N stood next to them a little indecisively before squeezing in between Peter and Remus, who greeted her with a quiet,, Hi."

She could literally feel the looks of the others lingering between her and Sirius and lowered her gaze to her plate to avoid the looks from the others and especially Sirius... unsuccessfully. She couldn't help but squint over at the black-haired boy. He had bags under his eyes and was also keeping his eyes on his plate, which was full.

Instead of chatting to the others, she followed James and Lily's relationship banter, which made her wrinkle her nose more than once... Cheesy as hell!

Fortunately, breakfast was over quickly and the group set off for Hogsmead. Sirius and Y/N were mostly quiet and only said something when asked. They all went to Honeyduks together first, where Y/N stocked up on lots of chocolate, at which Sirius just raised his eyebrows, but she avoided his questioning gaze and slipped unobtrusively over to Lily, who was sneaking a caramel into her mouth.

Are you okay?" she asked with her mouth full, eyeing her friend who was standing in front of her a little indecisively.

"He's not even looking at me, Lils... What if he broke up with me yesterday and I haven't even noticed?" whispered Y/N in panic and Lily quickly shook her head.

"He didn't break up with you... Sirius, even though this sounds weird, loves you... Even Peter can see that! Just go up to him and talk to him. But stop blaming yourself: HE messed up and stood you up, not you." She said urgently, piercing Y/N with her green eyes.

„It's okay, Lily," Y/N said, and moved away from her friend, again walking to the biscuit shelf, which was very close to her boyfriend. She looked over at him cautiously and noticed that he was peering over at her too, whereupon she quickly averted her gaze from Sirius again and pretended to analyse the biscuits on the shelf with interest.

After the group had paid for their things, they went into the Three Broomsticks. By the time they entered the pub, it was busy and noisy, making it difficult to find a table to seat them all. After a few minutes, Sirius waved the friends over, who had apparently found room at a table where two Hufflepuff girls were still sitting, giggling as Sirius sat down next to them as he grinned charmingly at them.

A wave of jealousy and frustration erupted in Y/N and she had to pull herself together not to flee the pub immediately. Instead, she bit the inside of her cheek and sat down next to Remus and James, opposite Sirius and Hannah, who probably considered Sirius's forearm her own. She batted her eyelashes and obviously(!) flirted with Sirius, who happily joined in her game.

Y/N quickly looked away, unable to afford to put up with this fuss any longer. Remus unobtrusively squeezed her hand under the table and, Y/N smiled at him gratefully.

Y/N sat awkwardly at the table, not knowing what to do or say next at the sight of her steady boyfriend apparently having already found a new one. Sighing, Y/N stood up and muttered: "I'm going to get us butterbeers, okay?"

Without waiting for the others to reply, she hurried away from the table. She noticed tears forming in her eyes but immediately wiped them away and made her way to the bar where many teenagers were gathered. Desperately, she tried to make her way through the crowd and eventually managed to do so.

She didn't notice someone squeezing up behind her and pushing in next to her until that person snapped at her.

„Y/N?"

Startled, she pulled up to look into the friendly face of Amos Digorry, who was looking down at her.

Oh! Hey, Amos," she greeted her seatmate in Divination and smiled at him.

"Is everything okay with you?" he asked with his eyebrows drawn together and Y/N nodded quickly as she wiped a few remaining tears from her cheeks.

‚,Everything is great, yes," she replied and was glad when Rosmerta put the buttebeer on the counter. Y/N smiled at her in thanks before turning to Amos, "See you around, Amos." She said goodbye and hurried away.

Arriving back at the table, her eyes immediately fell on Sirius and Hannah, who were still talking to each other. Hannah giggled and Sirius seemed to be perfectly comfortable in the company of the beautiful brunette too.

Y/N knew her, she was her seatmate in Potions. As she took a closer look at her, a wave of insecurity gripped her. She had everything one imagines as 'perfect'. She was tall and thin, with a small waist and an elegant posture. She just fitted into the toxic beauty ideals that existed and Y/N hated so much. And the worst part was that there was actually nothing to not like about her. She was sweet and helpful and super nice.

Even though Y/N knew that your weight, your smile, your general appearance, how many friends you have and whether you get good grades doesn't change your worth as a person, she suddenly felt so small and superfluous that she couldn't take it anymore.

She noticed tears welling up in her eyes and stood up abruptly, causing her to bang her knee against the table.

Pained, she screwed up her face and looked at the questioning faces sitting at the table, staring at her. Great... Embarrassed, she brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear and smiled consumingly, but it looked more like a 'I'm going to cry' smile.

"I- I think I forgot my... uh my- something in Honeyduks, I think... I have- so yeah... I'll go..." she stuttered awkwardly, though she realised all her friends knew she was lying.

She quickly hurried away from the table and Sirius, unable to suppress the tears in her eyes. Hastily she wiped them away, but more kept coming. She didn't notice how Lily called after her in vain and Remus got up from his seat and tried to run after her, but James pushed him back into the chair, looking hauntingly at Sirius who sat frozen. When she got to the crowded alleyway, Y/N just stumbled through the crowd and was glad when she got behind Honeydukes, where there was a path that led to the howling hut. The path was snowed in and would have been beautiful if Y/N had paid more attention. She trudged along the path until she finally arrived at the howling hut. She just stared at it and stopped in front of it. She focused on the small cracks in the wall that looked like small branches of trees moving in the wind.

She heard footsteps coming closer and closer and turned around. Sirius. His black hair was a mess and he hadn't even zipped up his jacket. He was panting and apparently out of breath when he started to speak: "I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry, yeah? You have to believe me when I say I'm sorry... Please Y/N, you have to believe me."

She said nothing and just looked at him urgently until he began to speak again: "Please say something. You can yell at me too, you can yell at me all year and the years after, but please say something." He pleaded, looking at her pleadingly as he wiped his face.

"You don't know anything, Sirius." , she started and he nodded to get her to talk further.

"You don't know how much it hurts to wait for a person that you- that you seem to love. You do know what it's like to not feel loved and- and to feel insecure... you know exactly what that feels like. And I always get so mad at the person who makes you feel that way because they hurt you! And I think I can say that I'm there for you then!" she gulped and Sirius nodded to agree with her, "But you're never there..." she sobbed, letting her tears fall again.

"I know you love me and I can't compare your family to our relationship. I feel good in your presence and- and that's how it should be... - that's how it should be! But- but it always hurts so much when you stand me up or ignore me and I don't even know what I- what I did wrong...I wasn't the one who stood you up, Sirius. It was you...and so many times!" she continued in exasperation and Sirius wasn't sure whether to let her finish or give her a hug. But before he could make a decision for himself, Y/N continued: "And today was even worse! Lily told me all the time that it wasn't my fault and now I know that it wasn't or isn't mine either. But then when you were flirting with Hannah and you-you were having such a good time, I was so sad! Why can you talk to her and have fun but not with me?! Why are you happy to see her but not me?!" asked Y/N desperately and Sirius opened his mouth to stop her from having those thoughts but she continued with a sad look: "You once promised me you would never make me feel small or insecure. You once promised to always be there for me. You once promised me that I was the "only one" and that you loved me. You promised to be there for me so many times, Sirius. But somehow you broke them all and I don't know what to do with these broken promises. I love you and that's not going to change, but I- I just don't know what to do with it when you- you hurt me so much and make me feel so insecure... So actually, you do know what that feels like...just differently." She confessed to him and completely burst into tears.

Sirius, who had tears in his own eyes, looked at her with a pained smile, which made her cry even more. He broke the distance between them and took her in his arms. He pressed her tightly against him and had to bend down to put his face in the crook of her neck. She clung to his shoulders and pressed her face into his chest to breathe in his familiar scent.

They stood like that for a while. Both crying, holding each other as close as possible. After a few minutes, Sirius slowly detached himself so he could look into her eyes.

"You don't know how sorry I am, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you! Merlin, when I think about the fact that I did it, I want to hurt myself. You're- you're- Damn, I'm not good with words!" he laughed and even Y/N had to smile a little.

,,I love you. For everything you do and for everything you say. I love you for who you are and for those little things you do for others. And I will- will never stand you up or break the promises I made to you ever again. I swear I will do my best, Y/N....and I am so grateful that you love me because I never wanted anything else in my life! You don't have to forgive me now...I understand if you don't, honestly." He said softly so she could just hear.

She smiled slightly at him and said laughing: "So if you kiss me now, it'll make things a bit better."

Sirius grinned and closed the distance between them, placing his warm lips on hers. He kissed her softly and lovingly, as if afraid to scare her away, but she didn't go. She deepened their kiss a little and sighed into his mouth.

As they kissed there like that, in front of the howling hut with dried tears on their cheeks, Y/N knew that everything would be allright again....

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii

ch. lxxi - really proud of you sweetie ❤❤

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??? × reader, ateez × reader

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

The whole time you went out to buy snacks with San and Jongho, you couldn't help but think about how Yeosang was still cold towards you.

"Okay, first of all, you're not gonna let that shithead get to you, you got me?" San firmly said as he threw a bag of chips at Jongho's head, obviously aiming at the basket in his hand but he miscalculated.

"Second, hasn't he opened up to you slightly? Pretty sure he said something to Hwa hyung about being a dick to you yesterday," San shrugged as the three of you walked towards the cashier.

As Jongho put the basket on the counter, he chimed in with his own opinion, "I say let him be all pissy and bitchy towards (Y/N)," he scoffed.

You let out a whine of protest and smacked Jongho on his arm. Though that barely did anything as he only grinned and pulled you into his arms. "I didn't mean that in a bad way, I just meant that if he decided to back off, the rest of us, aka ME, can have more of you," he whispered into your ear as he snaked his arms around your waist.

Though you were slightly affected by Jongho saying that there was a chance that Yeosang wanted to back off of your relationship, you couldn't help but blush and giggle at Jongho's rather possessive words and actions.

The three of you left the convenience store with two bags. Both of course being carried each by San and Jongho as you stood in between them with your pinkies linked to each other.

"You know, you COULD just show what Yeosang's missing, maybe then he'd realize how much of a bitch he was being and that he'd stop," San said, snickering at himself.

You thought over San's words and realized that he was right. Rather than thinking that you're the one at the disadvantage, you can simply flip things around and make Yeosang break.

So you concocted a plan in your head all the way back and as you got ready for movie night.

Whilst everyone was running around everywhere, pulling blankets and pillows from their rooms, you sat idly by and kept a close eye on Yeosang. The way you were looking at him made it seem like you're a predator and Yeosang's your prey.

As everyone took their seat, you slyly directed each of the boys to sit where you want them to sit, leaving the last comfortable position directly below you, by your feet. Since you know Yeosang tends to go to the bathroom last minute, it meant that he was going to have to sit at the available spot if he wanted to comfortably watch the movie.

Just as you expected, he walked back and froze for a second when he realized where he would be sitting.

"Yeosang, come on, we're gonna start now," Hongjoong called out from his position at the edge of the sofa.

Knowing he can't do or say anything, Yeosang gave up and went to take a seat by your feet. You smirked inconspicuously as you leaned against Seonghwa who was at your right. You nuzzled into him as your legs reached over to Wooyoung's lap on your left.

In the first ten minutes of the movie, you let Yeosang relax, not letting any parts of your body touch his. This seemed to be effective because his eyes were focused on the screen and his shoulders seemed very much relaxed.

But when he seemed to disregard your existence, you let your knee and fingers brush against the back of his neck. As your skin made contact with his, he visibly stiffened. Knowing him, his eyes were most likely bulged out and his grip on the blanket he and San shared tightened to the point that his knuckles turned white.

You smirked at yourself at his reaction, knowing that teasing him was going to be fun and that he deserved it.

The subtlety of your touch seemed to awaken something in Yeosang. Maybe it was his triggered frustration or it was just simply the fact that you hadn't touched him in the longest time.

When your eyes peeked down at him, it was evident that his mind was thinking a hundred thousand thoughts a minute. With his chest rising and deflating with each breath dramatically, you know it's time to take it up a notch and to test your hypothesis.

Sexually frustrated Yeosang + subtle teasing = boi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oing.

"Oops, almost forgot my popcorn," you muttered lowly but loud enough for Yeosang, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung to hear. Once Seonghwa and Wooyoung let their grip on you off, you proceeded to swing your right light over Yeosang and stepped diagonally. With the newfound balance, you leaned your body forward to pretend to reach for the popcorn bowl.

With this position, Yeosang was in direct eyeliner with your clothed core. The shorts you wore were not helping either. It was the pair you wore were the ones Wooyoung bought for you; very tight and short, the black, stretchy material both accentuated and covered only half of your ass.

To make things worse, you pretended to lose your balance and fell directly on Yeosang's lap with a high, squeaky yelp, albeit very fake. The close proximity between you two enabled you to hear the choked gasp that came out of Yeosang. Not only that, but you felt something hard pressing against your ass.

Either Yeosang hid the remote in his pants or your plan worked well.

You turned your face to look at Yeosang with a faux innocent, apologetic face, "Oops, sorry Sangie," you apologized to him, batting your eyelashes at him.

It seemed that Seonghwa and San had caught onto your plan. They were snickering at the scene unveiling before them.

Without saying anything else, you stood up. To make things worse, with your ass directly in front of Yeosang, you 'fixed' your shorts; pulling it up and exposing more of your ass.

"I'll be back," you told the room, to no one specific, before walking towards the kitchen.

You pretended to look around in there, trying to find something when suddenly a set of footsteps followed. Before you could even turn to look at who came, you had been swung and pushed until your back hit the fridge's door.

The sight of Yeosang's flustered face combined with his glare greeted you. You tried your best to not look so smug. On the contrary, you pretended to be confused.

With hands pinned at the sides, you knew you couldn't do much. You tilted your head at him and blinked innocently, "something wrong, Sangie?"

Hearing the faux innocence dripping from your voice only made Yeosang growl, slightly ticked that you dared play him like a fiddle.

"Something wrong? Are you seriously that ignorant or are you just pretending to be dumb? I don't even know which one is worse but I'm fucking sick of you flaunting your ass like a damn peacock trying to mate," he rambled on.

Your expression changed as a smirk broke on your face, "didn't know you're one to give in so easily, Sangie? You think with your dick now?" you poked fun at him.

Yeosang's left eye visibly twitched at your words. One of his hands let go of one of yours to grab at the back of your hair, tugging it back rather harshly, eliciting a moan out of you, "are you comparing me with one of the cheap boy toys that you played with when you weren't here? Didn't know your standards were lowered to that extent," he smirked, trying to push you the same way you did him.

A gasp and a low groan left Yeosang when you cupped his dick with your free hand over his pyjama pants, giving it a bit more pressure to feel how hard he was.

"No matter how much you call them 'cheap boy toys', they have bigger balls than you, Sangie. How long did you plan on being all pissy with me, hmm? Did it hurt your pride that I had to be the one who initiated direct contact with you?" you snarled at him.

You could see his eyes burn in anger with a tinge of shame. You knew you had struck a nerve in him.

All of a sudden, Yeosang pulled you off the fridge, turned you around and pushed you down by the shoulder to the point that your cheek was pressed onto the cold countertop.

Excitement filled you as you realized where this was going. Your formula was spot on, your H1 was accepted and H0 was rejected.

When you realized that Yeosang was not doing anything, you took matters into your own hands. You pressed your scantily clad core directly against his boner.

"Not gonna do anything, Sangie? Do I have to get one of the boys to show you how to use a dick properly? Or should I call one of Haknyeon's friends to show you? There's this one, Hyunjae I think was his name, he-"

You couldn't complete the sentence as Yeosang had slapped your ass so hard, you were sure he had left a purple handprint there.

As you were about to protest, Yeosang had somehow taken a clean rag and wrap it around your mouth as a makeshift gag. He leaned forward so that his chest was pressed onto your back.

"Be a good girl and keep your big mouth shut, yeah?" he ordered. His hand skimmed your waist down to your legs and it slowly caressed the back of your thighs, leaving goosebumps at their wake.

When he realized you didn't give him any response, his hands smacked the sides of your legs harshly, making you jolt up in surprise.

"Too dumb to answer?" he growled. Hearing the anger in his voice made you whimper out in fear and submission.

Yeosang smiled and pecked the back of your neck after you replied to him, your submission made him feel soft for a split second.

It wasn't until he pulled your shorts and panties carelessly along with his own pyjama pants and underwear that your brain finally registered that you're about to have angry sex with Yeosang. From how he had been treating you so far, you're at least 70% sure that there will be bruises all over you tomorrow.

Without hesitation, Yeosang shoved his dick deep into you, hips pressing against your ass as his hands found anchor on your waist. His grip was tight, vice even, it almost seemed possessive.

He set a harsh and quick pace from the beginning, not caring that your hips were smacking the counter nor the fact that literally anyone could enter the kitchen area.

Yeosang isn't one to talk much during sex, he tends to focus on the action more than anything else.

The feeling of him continuously entering you at such pace and vigour were intoxicating. Maybe it was all the pent up frustration and anger, but you swore your eyes rolled back even further each time his hips smacked yours harshly. You definitely won't be able to sit on your ass after this.

"Shit, I guess you were telling the truth when you said you weren't playing with your cousin's friends," he groaned out mid-thrust.

Yeosang suddenly pulled out, making you whine in protest.

If it weren't for the extreme sexual tension and both of your compromising predicament, Yeosang would've cooed at how adorable you sounded.

But that wasn't his priority at the moment.

Wordlessly, Yeosang pulled you off the counter to move you to the wooden dining table. He pushed you to lie on the table as he propped a leg up to his waist.

With this new position, you could see the defined lines of his chest peeking from his pyjama when he anchored himself above you. You thanked the workout regime he had been following internally because the sight of his muscles made your pussy throb.

Yeosang immediately went back to thrusting with an animalistic pace into you, pouring every bit of emotion he had into action. You could feel it. The way he was so close to you but still maintaining a certain distance, you knew that he was hesitating. The way he was avoiding your eyes and focus on where you both were connected, yearning for intimacy but scared to initiate it. But you also know that he wanted you beyond anything else and that he was sorry. He wasn't one to be good with words but luckily you know him well enough to understand him.

As he focused on pleasuring you both, you took the chance to prop yourself up slightly and pull the rag gag off your mouth and threw it to the side.

Your hand slapped his face, stunning him for a second. As his movements halted and eyes finally meeting yours, your grabbed his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

He froze momentarily, not knowing what to do. But when you pulled out to speak to him, you could see that his stubbornness began to chip away and crumble.

"You don't have to feel bad about what happened, I forgave you and it's about time you forgive yourself for being a jerk to me. And I'm sorry for leaving you to take care of everyone like that, Sangie. But can we please move past all that and go back to normal?"

His once vice grip on you loosened.

At first, you thought he was going to let you go and run away.

But he suddenly pulled you up and flush against him. He hugged you tightly, burying his face on your shoulder.

"I should've been the one to apologize first. I'm sorry, I love you so much," he said lowly against your skin. You knew that it was hard for him to be so vulnerable which was why you know him saying all that meant that he was being beyond sincere.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his wrapped around your waist.

Soon his thrusts continued.

The initial roughness and anger were replaced with longing and desperation.

Not long after, you felt that you were close to the edge. Your leg that was hoisted up on Yeosang's waist tightened and Yeosang immediately realized what it meant.

His hands slipped under your shirt to play with your chest. His fingers tweaking and pinching your nipples, adding to the pleasure that he gave. The intense arousal shot to your pussy and you clenched hard as you came.

Head thrown back, exposing your neck to him, Yeosang took the opportunity to mark you up as he liked.

The feeling of his fingers on your nipples, his mouth on your skin, and his dick still moving inside you prolonged your orgasm more than you liked. The intensity made you whine as overstimulation took over.

Luckily, Yeosang soon followed suit and released his load inside you. His hips stuttered and his teeth bit down onto your shirt-covered shoulder. You yelped at the sudden pain but the pain turned to pleasure, making your thighs shook and pussy once again clamping around Yeosang.

Yeosang let out a guttural groan that was muffled by your shoulder at the feeling, not denying how good it felt.

You both stayed there, trying to catch your breath. It was then that you registered the aftermath of your intimate activity with Yeosang. Your pants and panties had somehow stuck onto one of the drawer handles of where you were pinned down, the rag that was used as a gag had somehow made its way to the edge of the room, and Yeosang was still fully dressed.

When your eyes met his again, you see fondness and love in them, He was smiling down at you, fingers trailing down to intertwine with yours.

"What would it take me to get your full forgiveness?" he asked, head tilting to the side. His bangs moved to reveal the birthmark that he had told you a while ago he was insecure about. You leaned forward and pecked the adorable mark, making him chuckle.

"Just don't pull yourself or push me away again when things are hard, okay? The last thing I want is to almost lose you again," you told him.

He brought one of your intertwined hands to his lips and gave it a soft kiss, "there is no way on earth that you'd be able to lose me. I was actually thinking the other way around," he admitted shyly.

You bit back a giggle for his sake and opted to kiss him fully on his lips. "You would never lose me, Sangie, I belong with you, all of you," you assured him.

As he pulled himself out of you and began to clean himself up, he was reminded that the others were a room apart.

Yeosang visibly swallowed, suddenly turning nervous.

"D-do you think the others-"

"Seonghwa and San were well aware that we were having sex here, pretty sure the others heard everything as well," you said, cutting him off.

"Yeah we did! You both better clean and disinfect the heck out of the kitchen area," Seonghwa yelled out from the living room.

Hearing that, Yeosang blushed madly and moved to bury his face into your shoulder in embarrassment.

You couldn't help but laugh at him. But you wrapped your arms around him and stroked his back comfortingly.

At least you got the old Yeosang back.

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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Peter Parker x popular!reader and they just start dating and Peter is really nervous around her and gets flustered whenever she’s close so to calm Peter you tell him it’s okay to touch u and maybe a give him a bj

A/N: sjjfkf thanks for sending so many prompts love you 😘😘 hope you like this eheh I don't like it very much ✌ beta read by @parkerpeter24 :)

Warnings: smut :) (characters are 18)

MINORS DNI

Wc: 1.9k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist || Taglist

Girlfriend ↬ p.p

Peter Parker was the kind of guy who would get easily flustered if he was to talk to a girl, or any human as a matter of fact.

So it came off as a big shock to the Avengers when they found out that he, the shy nerdy Peter Parker, had a girlfriend at all.

They were all having a family dinner (something about bonding, Tony had said), when you called him, interrupting him from some Spidey adventure story he was reciting.

"Sorry guys, gotta take this," He said, phone smushed between his cheek and shoulder, fork halfway through his mouth, "uh, hey babe, what happened? Everything okay?"

Bucky and Steve were the first one to break out of their shocked stares as Peter called someone "babe" on the phone.

Surely you don't call your friend babe, right?

"Peter! Thank God you picked up, can you come over right now?" You said on the phone.

"Uh actually, I'm having dinner, is it okay if I come over in an hour or so?" He said, ignoring the shouted whispers about a brewing conspiracy of who could it be on the phone in the background.

"Okay, but don't forget like last time! I'm actually calling you to help me out with our chem lab manual-"

"-didn't we do it during homeroom yesterday?"

"Yeah but I need help with this one experiment, please Petey? I really need your help with this." You whine, hoping that he would catch your drift. But he didn't apparently, because he sighed, looking over his shoulders to see the Avengers with perked up ears, and replied;

"Okay fine. I'll be there in an hour Okay? Bye." He said and hung up, pocketing his phone and making his way to the dining room, only to be assaulted by a hundred and one questions.

"Peter who was that-"

"You've been keeping secrets from your father figure now-"

"Hope you're being safe, if you know what I mean-"

"Kids these days." (That was from Steve)

"Guys stop! One by one please!" Peter shouted, holding his hands to his ears, frowning as he glared at them, "why are you all asking these questions?"

"Because kid, if I'm being honest, we don't believe that you have a girlfriend, so spill the beans." Tony sighed, holding his cheek with his elbow on the table.

"Okay ouch. Why is it so hard to believe have a girlfriend?! I'm hot." Peter pouted, crossing his arms to try and look intimidating.

"Because you're you! You're shy nerdy Peter!" Tony said, gesturing at others to back him up.

"I mean, he's not that bad. Quite a charmer." Natasha smirked, sending him a look, which quite frankly, terrified and impressed Peter at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah totally."

"I believe you kid. Are we gonna meet her soon?" Tony rolled his eyes, smiling when he blushed red.

"If she's okay with it." He said, intertwining his fingers.

"Well I hope she is, cause I want to meet the girl who stole my kid's heart."

"Mr. Staaaark!"

***

Leaving the tower had been a difficult feat, with the constant questions and a snarky comment or two, especially when they found out that you were a cheerleader.

Rapping his knuckles on your apartment door, he smiled as you greeted him with an excited hug. He couldn't help but look at your skirt, the way it enhanced your waistline, and how it fit just right on your thighs, its frills swaying with the sway of your hips-

"Pete? You coming or what?" You laughed, a hand on your room's door as you look over your shoulder with glinting eyes.

"Uh- uh yeah just a minute. Are your parents home?" He asked casually, following you to your room.

"Nah, they're out for tonight." You said, closing the door behind him.

"Oh that's good, which experiment were you- Uh, what are you doing?" He asked, his voice rising an octave as he saw you unbuttoning your shirt, moving your fingers in slow motion as if to tease him.

"I finished my homework yesterday Petey, that's not why I called you." You whispered, straddling his lap as you hold his face, eyes shining with mischief. He instantly felt his dick harden as you rubbed against him, face burning when you traced his cheekbones, kissing his nose and then his lips.

"What, Uh, what did you call me for then?" He stuttered, holding your waist through the skirt's thin material, fingers itching to tear it off you. His heart was racing and he wondered if you could hear it doing so.

"You know why, it's been so long and I miss you baby." You whined, pouting as he unzips your skirt, watching it slide down your thighs in rivulets. You clench your thighs against his waist, intertwining your toes as you felt the space between your legs starting to wet.

"You met me in school yesterday." He mumbled, puffing his cheeks as he strained to keep a straight face, not with you looking so pretty in just your bra and skirt.

You had been overwhelmingly horny the past few hours, craving for your boyfriend's touch, imagining the way he fucked you against your bed frame as it shook with his strength.

"You miss me huh?" He smirked, catching you off guard when he flipped you over, holding you down as he rocked his hips against yours, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, reaching between your breasts and stopping a moment enough to hear you whine.

"I missed you so much and I want to fuck you now." You said, sucking a breath when he all but tore your bra, arching your back to let his fingers linger on you.

"Missed you too, missed all of you, missed your wet pussy. Wanna show my pretty girl how much I missed her." He growled, sucking on the sensitive skin of your nipple as he massaged your breasts.

"Already wet for me eh?" He whispered, nibbling at your ear as he slid his length into You, "Fuck baby such a tight pussy."

Quickly undressing himself, you openly drooled at how packed your boyfriend was. It was not the first time you would be doing… it together since your six month long relationship, but it was the first time you got to see his dominant side, and it turned you on.

"Mmhmm yeah, only cause your dick is practically blue." You moaned, hissing when he hit a sensitive spot.

"Fuck, oh shit go faster Peter- oh!" You hissed, your skin slapping with his as he thrusts into you with a gusto.

"You like that babygirl?" He asked, eyes scrunching as he threw his head back, feeling your walls clench against his dick as you moved with him.

"Yes! You're so good oh- I'm gonna cum Peter!" You panted, chest heaving as your stamina decreases with every push and pull, your hands fisted on your sheets hard enough for them to pull out of your mattress.

You saw him flush red, confusion showing on your face as you tilted your head, your almost orgasm forgotten as you held his cheek, "what happened?"

"I- you've never um, org-orgasmed before on me." He muttered, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you with the most innocent look ever, and you would have laughed had his dick still not been inside you, midway in the air, his butt held high above.

"Peter… are You, we've literally fucked so many times and you're getting flustered over me orgasming?" You chuckled, wiping away the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yeah but you've never come on my bare dick before!" He countered, gulping as he saw you smirk.

"Everything has a first time doesn't it?" You say, picking yourself upright so that you were chest to chest now, your nipples hardening against his bare chest as you rubbed against him, "Wanna try something?"

Your hand slides down to his dick as he nodded a yes, slowly pumping his balls as you kiss his lips. You hear him moan tour name, the sounds sending wetness dripping down your thighs again. Ignoring your thighs, you bent down to lick the tip of his dick, slick with pre cum and bright pink.

"Is this okay?" You ask, swirling your tongue teasingly, wetting his already wet dick with your mouth as you sucked at it with a pop.

"This is amazing baby, keep going." He threw his head back, a growl emitting from deep inside his throat, "wow uhhh."

"Wow what Petey?"

"Wow you're- you're amazing. God I've- I understand why people like being on the receiving end of the job right now."

"Job?" You laughed, "hun this isn't a Job."

"You- you know what I mean!" He chuckled, shaking his head as you continued to suck on it.

"No I don't. Please enlighten me." You smiled, peeping from under your lashes as your tongue works through his hard member.

"I know you know." He whimpered, hands creeping up to his balls as he tried to take care of his blues.

"No. Lemme do it." You slapped his hands, snickering when he whined.

"Oh Tony wants to meet you by the way." He said suddenly, making you groan and fall back dramatically.

"You know I don't do family members Petey." You mumbled, pulling him down, his mouth immediately latching onto the underside of your breasts.

"But why? Am I- aren't we serious enough now?" He asked.

Your heart stuttered at the thought of meeting one of the most important people in his life other than May. You and May had already met (post an unfortunate...accident), not to mention he was freaking Iron Man!

"It's not that. It's just, what if he doesn't like me? Or black widow. I'm not your normal nerdy girl with A grades, what if they think I'm not good enough for you? Or that I'm violating you for Spider-Man? What if-"

"- baby I swear they'll love You! And if they don't then it's their loss, because no matter what you are, who you are friends with, how many A's you get or don't, you'll always be my girl." His voice was soft as his hands moved with featherlight movements, rubbing light circles on your waist, instantly relaxing you.

"Are you sure?" You said, biting your lips and fiddling with his hair. He gave another moan as your fingers played with his hair, scratching slightly behind his ear.

"Yes bub, they will love you. You're very important to me, you know that right?" He said.

"Even if I wear short skirts and hang out with jocks?" You giggled, resting your forehead on his toned chest, playing with his skin.

"Especially if you wear those short skirts." He smirked, making you roll your eyes as you slapped his chest slightly. Sighing, you kissed him again, rolling over so you were laid on top of him.

Wrapping your arms around him, you let yourself fall asleep, with his clothes in your room and hand in your hair.

***

Peter woke up the next morning, the incessant ringing of his phone working as an alarm.

Groaning he rolled over, careful as to not wake you up, squinting at the bright screen of his phone. Before he could cut the ringer though, it cut off on its own, only to be taken over by a text.

You didn't come home last night kiddo 😏

Shit.

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hanmasushi · 3 years

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MONTERO (Short Bonten! Scenario)

What happens when you're the new recruit and the only woman in Bonten.

warning ✁ suggestive content, slight cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs. third person pov. fem!reader. Bonten Men !! Short scenario.

a/n ✁ uhh im just gonna leave it here bye.

wc ✁ 1.6k

ost ✁ Montero by Lil Nas X (pink fonts are lyric references to the song)

She only briefly remembers receiving a text from Akashi indicating a time and place. It was a famous club in downtown Tokyo and it was set at a later time of the night. She knew she was going to get dressed. She’d only been part of Bonten for a week, as per Akashi’s recommendation, and she could already tell they were an expensive bunch.

She had her long hair tucked in a neat bun, a black coat covering her body while sporting a fresh makeup look. She was decent enough, but she brought extra paraphernalias just in case she’d need them.

Hours passed by and they were now on the upper deck of the club overlooking the crowd, hectic laser lights and constant color shift filling in the venue along with the loud booming of trap music. She still didn’t know what their course of action was but she knew this was an urgent mission. With Akashi, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Ran, and Rindou, basically the majority of the important Bonten figures present, this mission was definitely something that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

This was her first mission, she wasn’t an executive but Akashi made the point to make her tag along. She was being tested, she suspected. She was about to ask when Akashi beat her to it, he was leaning into the railings with a fresh lit cigarette at hand.

“I had an informant of mine saying that crucial information about Bonten was being sold to our biggest rival gangs in Tokyo. And no, there was no mole this time. Information was stolen from us by a notorious hacker. It was said that he was selling it for a considerably expensive price. We couldn’t do anything stupid like attacking him in his own base because a few clicks could mean Bonten’s demise. So I heard that he was going to do the exchange an hour from now. What we’re looking for is a small flash drive, it was said that it’s the only copy to exist that he made. The outcome of this mission could mean the rise or fall of Bonten.” Akashi said in a casual manner, he was now halfway done with his cigarette.

“That’s him.” Sanzu pointed to a guy in the middle of a crowd. It was a lanky guy in a worn out band tee, dark flannel jacket and black skinny jeans.

“Him?” she couldn’t help blurt out but she was positive she could take him out in hand-to-hand combat. The guy looked clearly out of place considering he was like a boy undergoing puberty eyeing every woman he could lay his gaze on, awkwardly nodding as he took a sip of his drink. She was getting secondhand embarrassment just by looking at him.

“Don’t be fooled, he may seem harmless but he’s smart enough to hire guards around him. Getting close to him will not be easy.” Ran pointed around a bunch of beefed up men not too far from the hacker, blending right into the crowd.

“Besides, creating casualties in a crowd like this is not ideal.” Rindou added.

“Best route of action is to wait till he gets out of the club, and beat the other gang to it. Then we’ll have dollface over here, take the drive and make a run for it.” Koko said as he looked at her with his usual smug expression.

“So your plan is to wait for how many ungodly hours and make me an errand girl? Well that’s fucking sexist.” She said trying not to lose her composure, talk about workplace discrimination.

“You got a better plan?” Sanzu loomed over her, his pills having been taking effect considering he was starting to get maniacal and chaotic by the minute.

“Actually, I do.” She said as she started taking her bun and letting her long hair loose. She then took off her coat revealing a black corset mesh mini dress, hugging her figure tightly. “And I'll bet you I can do it in less than three minutes.” She was now applying a crimson shade of lipstick that she pulled out from her purse, she was right about needing her paraphernalia, instantly transforming her fresh glam into a sultry one.

“Yeah right.” Sanzu scoffed. She then shoved her coat and purse into Rindou’s empty arms. Rindou was about to protest because he thought she was going to jeopardize the mission but Ran held him back, he wanted to see how this one plays out.

She was already downstairs blending in the crowd, she was gonna need liquid luck if she wanted to be believable. She downed three shots of vodka before she took one look at her new superiors as if to say “watch me”. That was when Montero by Lil Nas X played and the entire mood of the dancefloor shifted as the smoke machines and lights made the atmosphere more alluring. With smoke filling the air as the lights faded out into purple red blue hues, oh she was in the zone.

I caught it bad yesterday

You hit me with a call to your place

Ain't been out in a while anyway

Was hopin' I could catch you throwin' smiles in my face

It hadn’t been a minute since she downed the vodka but she could feel her body heating up. She was swaying her hips delicately, instantly catching the attention of beautiful strangers around her. She had to gather up momentum if she didn’t want to be suspected.

Romantic talkin'? You don't even have to try

You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight

She let herself be the center of intoxicated strangers, her plan was to make him notice her. It wasn’t long till she caught the hacker’s attention, all she had to do was make him long for her.

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like

She never broke eye contact as she continued exchanging body heat with strangers. Swaying off synching into the beat of the song. She had her way of making the man focus on her. Teasing as if she was challenging him to be brave and get closer.

With a different man’s hands around her, she wanted him to feel envious of what was in front of him. That’s when he took the bait, he took one last sip of his drink as if to say fuck it. She knew she was winning the moment he let his guard down. He made his way to her, she was trying to suppress her laughter as she thought of how the alcohol he consumed made him feel that he was desired by a woman like her.

Mmm, mmm, mmm

For a moment she’d forgotten how she got roped in the situation she was in now. Slightly intoxicated yet she felt more in control than she’d ever been. She smiled as she felt warm hands on her ass, allowing herself to be pulled. She played along, taking his lead, she definitely wasn’t raising any alarms. He was a terrible dancer, she thought. All he had going on was groping her intimate parts of the body. Just a bit more, she continued grinding on the man behind her, feeling him. In the corner of her eyes she could see the executives. Ran, Kokonoi and Sanzu were amused. Akashi still bearing the same neutral look as he smoked another cigarette. Rindou, on the other hand, was shocked at the display. It was near the end of the song when she knew she had to start wrapping things up.

For the finale, she thought she’d surprise them even more by turning around and pulling the guy into a deep kiss.

Oh, call me by your name (mmm, mmm, mmm)

Tell me you love me in private

His hands still on her ass, she decided to take advantage of the situation as she delicately slipped her hands in one of his pockets till she thought BINGO, she’d found the motherload.

Call me by your name (mmm, mmm, mmm)

I do not care if you lyin'

As she broke off the kiss, the man felt like he was still in trance. It took him a moment to realize she was slowly pulling away. He opened his eyes, she gave him one last flirtatious look before she disappeared into the crowd.

Well I'm just feelin', mm-uh

I wanna get, mm-uh

I'm in my, into my, uh

I'm mm, mm

I'm still, mm, mm-mm

The entire time the executives were definitely taken aback from the sudden explicit display.

Seconds later, she was back in the upper decks with the rest of the executives with the guy's scent still lingering. She handed the flash drive to Akashi, who this time had a satisfied look.

“With 30 seconds to spare,” She said to Sanzu. She then took her coat and purse from Rindou, who was just as confused as he was intrigued. She then wrapped her coat back to her body.

"And that is how you handle men, gentlemen" Kokonoi and Ran let out an amused chuckle.

“My my, I don’t know where you found her but I think she’s going to be useful.” Ran said to Akashi.

“As expected.” Akashi simply replied.

The men all made a mental note not to let their guard down around her, despite being an asset, the way she lures men is alarming for them.

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