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Helping Hands || Min Yoongi

Pairing: Caretaker! Yoongi x Kindergarten teacher! Reader

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Strangers to lovers || Non-idol AU

Summary: Yoongi always had a knack for fixing things, and with producing getting him nowhere, he ends up working for the school his long-time friend Seokjin, teaches at. With his new job, he meets you, and although your first encounter hadn’t been the best; at least not in Yoongi’s eyes, he could have never guessed how your relationship would bloom. And Yoongi gets to show you his hands can do more than fix your faulty heating.

Word Count: 13.3k

Tags/ Warnings: fluffy, smut in the forms of: oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, protected sex (because that’s cool), they hold hands while they fuck, boobie play, squirting, boyfriends taekook, namjoon is a bit of an ick.

Notes: this idea was derived from a tiktok, but the original creator has deleted the video :’( but the idea of someone having a crush on you and helping fix up your classroom was too endearing to pass! when i thought about writing this i didn’t think it would be very long, and i thought how on earth am i meant to write a decent story from this vague-ish concept but here we are 13k words of two people falling in love. considering i’ve never had a s/o i don’t think i did too bad… but maybe this is just what i want from someone i like even if the idea of becoming a teacher makes me want to hurl. if there's mistakes, no there isn't.

edit: the tiktok that inspired this fic! thank you @devilonmyshouder for finding it! my savior 🥲

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“Have you asked for her number yet?”

“What?” Yoongi releases a long sigh, head turning so his eyes can meet Seokjin’s, who had a sly smile pasted on his annoyingly handsome face. And it’s at times like these where Yoongi wonders why he still puts up with Jin’s bullshit.

“The kindergarten teacher you’ve been staring at since we sat down” Jin points out, watching you as you laugh with a few of your co-workers on the other side of the cafeteria; in perfect eyeshot from where Yoongi sits.

“No? Why would I do that?” said man asks, stabbing a piece of meat with more force than it deserved. Yoongi has to will himself to not let his eyes wander back in your direction; like hell would he give Seokjin what he wanted. Yoongi doubted he had enough patience stored up to deal with the impending teasing that his long-time friend would surely thrust upon him if he were to prove his point correct. Plus, he was nothing more than being a little intrigued by you.

“Because you clearly like her” Jin tuts.

“Do not”

“Do too. You can’t deny your little crush. I’ve seen the way you look at her” Jin exasperates, flinging his arms above his head dramatically, catching the attention of a few other teaching staff scattered across the growingly scarce cafeteria.

Yoongi cringes, eyes squinting in distaste at his friend’s flamboyant antics that seemed to always garner the eyes of everyone around him. But Yoongi supposes with Jin’s face, it shouldn’t come as a surprise the attention always seemed to be on him, even if he was acting somewhat civilised. Yoongi had never thought of Jin as more than a friend, even if he did swing both ways; but, he could see why Jin’s face had such an appeal, even Aphrodite would have a run for her money if Jin were to rock up in those times, stealing the attention all for himself with his aggravatingly perfect face.

“It’s not a crush. This isn’t high school Hyung” Yoongi grunts, shoving his lunchbox back into his bag. Uncaring as he squashes a banana, already a little too overripe for his liking anyways.

You’d have to pay him millions before he dared touch the cafeteria food, in no way, shape or form would he risk growing a third arm from the slop they served. It’s offensive they had the gall to call it food, let alone serve it to the poor children. And he swears he saw one of the chefs spit in the pasta once, he doesn’t care if it adds flavour.

Now, Yoongi didn’t like children. Not in the slightest.

Thought they were disgusting, foul little creatures that had no sense of personal hygiene or self-awareness. With their sticky hands and voices that carried across miles, everything about children made Yoongi recoil.

And that may leave you wondering why on earth is Yoongi working in a school?

Money. That’s the simple answer.

Yoongi had a knack for fixing things, he’s good with his hands (interpret that how you will). And he really needed the money. His little ‘side hustle’ of producing only made him so much money, and as inflation increased, so did Yoongi’s bills, and slowly he had started finding it a little harder to pay bills and food for not only him but Holly; his cute little dog that he refused to believe wasn’t a puppy any longer. Jin had argued that Yoongi spoiled his dog, buying premium food and overpriced treats, but Holly only deserved the best.

Therefore, the job had to change and not his dog’s nutrition.

So, when the same Seokjin who complained about his pampered pup, had told him about the open position in the school he worked at, Yoongi was sceptical to say the least. He’d dropped out of college after a semester, taking on shoddy part-time jobs to pay for his producing equipment and clearly that had only brought him so far. So he couldn’t see any good reason to waltz back into a school.

Not only that, the thought of having to share space with tiny terrors for hours a day, 5 out of 7 days a week, the offer didn’t seem all that worth it. Until he saw the salary.

Not only was he now making 10 times more than he had been, basically teachers wages (still not enough but better than nothing), he got his own little office in the far end of campus, so he wouldn’t have to interact with any sticky babies and loud-mouthed teens unless absolutely necessary.

With his shiny new office, secluded from the crowd of teachers that gathered at lunch, Yoongi had zero intentions of sitting in the crusty cafeteria; even if his Jin Hyung had begged him for the first two weeks of his new job, to come and sit with him and his other teacher friends. He’d never enjoyed everyone gathering in one place to eat, crowds of people sounding more like squawking birds than hushed chatter that always ended up in arguments.

That was until Yoongi had met you. And suddenly the cafeteria seemed like the only place he wanted to be.

Pretty you who looked like a goddess among humans. Even with the splodges of paint staining your dress, and snotty babies clinging to you like nothing Yoongi had ever seen.

Yoongi had only been working at the school for a month, the start of the school year rolling by quicker than he had initially anticipated. And before he knew it, two weeks had passed by; and that second week on the jobs was when he had first ‘met’ you.

‘Met’ was generous. It was more a brief encounter where Yoongi couldn’t get the words off his tongue quick enough and had been left dumbstruck. Worried he had scared you off with how rude he must have been. You’d strutted out of your classroom, a model among the little children waddling behind you like little ducklings would their mother, hot on your tail as you led them to the bathrooms.

Yoongi had been fixing one of the fan units in the hallway, and you’d politely smiled up at him, making sure none of the children would knock the ladder Yoongi had been stood on, worried their little bodies would bulldoze into the wonky frame and Yoongi would be sent flying. And although that would make a memorable first impression, Yoongi didn’t want to be rushed to hospital with a concussion and his pride bruised.

‘Good morning’

Two simple words and Yoongi felt as if his heart would implode; he felt silly, coughing, and then only managing a curt nod as a reply, words sticky on his tongue like taffy. Clogging his throat as he holds his breath momentarily.

You see, Yoongi was prone to worrying, anxiety always laying under his skin like an itch that he could never get rid of, irritating but part of his life whether he liked it or not. And that night he’d laid awake, worried he hadn’t made a good first impression, scaring you away when he hadn’t even gotten the chance to learn your name.

And sure, he could have asked Jin, but that man had enough blackmail material already; he didn’t need to know about Yoongi’s budding interest in the pretty kindergarten teacher. If he hadn’t embarrassed himself enough then Seokjin surely would.

To Yoongi’s surprise you hadn’t seemed too offended by his reply, or lack thereof, as a week later you’d greeted him during lunch; even going as far to hold the door open for him as he languidly wandered into the cafeteria, in search of Seokjin.

This time Yoongi felt a little more prepared, muttering a short ‘thanks’, small smile stretching onto his lips as he points it in your direction. He doesn’t wait for your reply, legs already pulling him out of what could be another embarrassing encounter, a little disheartened that the day he finally decided to eat with the rest of the staff (secretly hoping to see you), your encounter had been so brief.

Yoongi’s easy smile however, remained throughout the course of lunch, heart fluttering like little butterfly wings locked in the cage of his chest; and if Seokjin noticed his friend’s flushed cheeks he chose not to say anything.

The caretaker thought he was sly with his little crush, never mentioning you to Jin, only stealing short glimpses of you from across the cafeteria, that short half an hour a day enough to recharge his motivation to continue this job. And he has the gall to be surprised when Seokjin finally decides to bring it up.

“Might want to hurry up, Jungkookie might beat you to it” Jin calls out, and if Yoongi hadn’t seen a few kids running around the area, he would have flipped off the elder. But Yoongi does nothing more than wave him off, and he may have been worried if he didn’t know Jungkook was already seeing someone.

That someone being Kim Taehyung, the high school art teacher, who occasionally sat at their table at lunch. Most of his time hauled up in the art rooms where students were welcome to work during the lunch hour.

Yoongi wasn’t one to stereotype but Kim Taehyung was the very definition of eccentric art teacher. Style a little unusual, paintings so abstract Yoongi felt like he was on acid while trying to decipher the meaning.

He had seen how Jungkook looked at Taehyung, the little galaxies that shone in his eyes when he looked at his love, where each star represented one thing that Jungkook adored about his boyfriend, his gentle gaze enough to show the absolute adoration they held for one another.

Yoongi had complained, telling them to get a room on more than one occasion when they’d decided to lick into each other’s mouths during afterschool dinners. But truly he was happy they had something so precious, a love like a warm hug, infinite trust between the two of them; something that Yoongi secretly yearned for.

More often than not Yoongi felt a little misunderstood. He never meant to come off as cold or disinterested, he liked the silent company of a person as much as he enjoyed his time alone, you didn’t have to always be talking; silent comfort of another person enough for him.

Yoongi didn’t want to come off as rude, he just didn’t know what to say sometimes, happier to prove his love with acts of service than empty words that even he doesn’t know the meaning of. He doesn’t want to come off as unapproachable, but when you’re tired from work and lacking the energy to act like a ray of sunshine, much like the physical education teacher, Hoseok, Yoongi could only wallow in his own self-pity some nights. Wondering why only a select few seemed to enjoy his company, or why so many romantic relationships have been washed down the drain.

As the first semester of school progressed, the weather had started to get colder, autumn slinking by before anyone could comprehend the unusually warm summer.

Kids starting to layer uniform, and teachers turning to the heaters to defrost their fingers as they arrive early, grass still dewy with air that nips at your skin like little needles.

Yoongi jolts up from his seat at the gentle knock of his office door, his feet flying off the desk from where he’d been resting them; worried that it was his boss coming for his usual weekly check-up.

However, Yoongi was pleasantly surprised to find you stood in his doorway; soft-looking sweater cocooning you in its warmth, nose tinted red from the frosty morning air, tips of your fingers barely peeking out from where you try to warm them up from the confines of your sleeves. And it takes all Yoongi’s will, not to tell you he had more ways than one he would love to heat you up (though he supposes he should take you out on a date before that).

Yoongi thinks you must have been sent from the sky, pretty, even in the dim morning sunlight, kissing your skin like Yoongi would if you would let him.

“Good morning” you smile, nose twitching at the strong scent of coffee that permeates the air of Yoongi’s office.

“Morning. Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, leg bouncing up and down anxiously. He has no time to curse himself for how blunt he must have come off, tone anything but inviting, before you’re opening your mouth to answer him.

“Yes actually. The heater in my classroom isn’t working”

Yoongi nods, pushing himself from his seat, ignoring the piping hot coffee he was moments away from drinking as he picks up his little toolbox that sat beside his desk.

“Lead the way” he motions out of the room, not daring to make eye-contact with you; worried he were to drown in the depths of your eyes, calling him in like a siren would with song.

He watches your back as you walk him to your classroom, fingers itching to hold your hands, help you warm them up as the stupid heater in your classroom couldn’t do its job properly.

Yoongi didn’t exactly know what he expected your classroom to look like, never working up the courage to peek inside and take a look into such a large part of your life.

The flurry of colours was expected, paintings from what he assumes to be your classes over the years hung on the wall, with paints and pens stacked on short shelving by each wall of the room.

Your desk sits at the front of the room, little trinkets lining the edges, papers covering the surface like a blanket. And Yoongi has to stop the smile from pulling at his face from how disordered you are; just like him. And he can somewhat appreciate the beauty in the mess of your classroom, it showed it was loved, enjoyed by more than just the small group of children that spent nearly every hour in here every day, loved by you who clearly spent time lining the walls with letters and drawings all addressed to you, carefully printed and cut letters of the alphabet climbing the walls like vines and fairy lights hung like tree snakes lounging on a branch.

“This one over here” you point to the heaters under the window, and Yoongi cringes at the cool air that caresses his cheeks as he stalks the length of your classroom. Nipping his cheeks like little jaws trying to pull apart his skin.

As he kneels down, pulling his glasses from the front pocket of his hoodie, he takes a closer look at the pipes connected to the main framing of the heater. Yoongi tries not to pay attention to you as you shuffle through the mountain of papers on your desk, he tries not to focus on the way you bite your lip; the little devil that rest on his shoulder whispering for him to just kiss you.

Yoongi distracts himself with your heater, fingers a little shakier than usual as you wander around the room, picking up pots of paints off the shelves, brushes stored in separate drawers and laying them all on the little tables, perfect for the little toddlers you taught. Chairs so small they must have been the first bear’s that goldilocks had thought were too uncomfortable to sit on, they sure looked it; no amount of colour enough to mask the hard plastic they were made of.

Yoongi frowns when he finds the problem with your heater, somehow a bolt had gotten loose; he can only assume one of the children had fiddled with it. Little fingers always having to play with something, another thing he hated about kids. If it’s not meant to be touched, then don’t touch it.

He pulls a spanner out of his toolbox, fingers skimming over a screwdriver. He looks over at shelving unit by the heater, screws glimmering in the slowly growing sunlight that climbs its way over the top of the neighbouring school building.

And that same little devil on his shoulder whispers something a little naughty, something Yoongi knows he shouldn’t do. And maybe Yoongi was a little bit of a hypocrite, after just saying kids shouldn’t touch everything, but the screws looked so shiny, so inviting, a little accident that means he may get an extra half hour with you.

He peers over at you, sat at your desk, typing something on your laptop. And decides that what’s the worst that could happen? He quickly tightens the loose bolt to your faulty heater, turning the knob on the side just in case before he scoots his way over to the shelf that had been holding the paints you now had on the table.

He licks his lips, sucking in a sharp breath before he unscrews a few nails. Silently praying the shelf can hold up until he leaves the room.

You stay none the wiser, typing away on some blank document from what Yoongi can make out. He tucks his glasses back into the front pocket of his hoodie, dusting off the imaginary dust that clung to the knees of his jeans before he’s clearing his throat to catch your attention. You startle, eyes wide when they meet Yoongi’s, who thinks you look a little like a puppy caught doing something they were told not to.

He stifles his laugh, coving it with a cough, “Your heater should be working, I turned it up a little so the room should heat up quicker” he explains, motioning towards the offending object. Your shelves staring at him, and Yoongi worries you can see the guilt swimming in his eyes.

You nod, pushing yourself from your seat, you bow a little in thanks, “You’re the best” you grin, and Yoongi can feel his heartrate pick up; cheeks dusted in rosy red.

You were so pretty.

+ + +

Yoongi waits all day, ears perking up when footsteps echo down his end of the hall throughout the rest of work. Begrudgingly helping a few other teachers that seemed to have had heating problems in their classrooms too; a common theme it seems.

Or, the occasional pitter patter of kids running down the hallway like a heard of wild animals during breaktimes, or teens sneaking off to the bathrooms where they liked to make out, or a few other things if their dishevelled uniform meant anything as Yoongi wandered around for his afternoon walk.

He tries to spot you at lunch, his mood only souring when you never walk into the cafeteria, your melodic laughter not gracing the usual grating sound of stressed teaching staff, that all seemed to have a passion for complaining about their jobs.

Jin had tried to cheer him up, offering to share his homemade lunch just to get even a hint of a smile out of Yoongi, and usually the caretaker would love to bless his tastebuds with actual decent food; but it seemed nothing, but your pretty smile would suffice to sate his grumpy mood.

The minutes before the home-time bell slowly creep up on Yoongi, and on most days he would be ecstatic that he could finally escape this hellhole. He never understood why teachers would willingly return to the place that is designed to fuck over students; especially when the pay isn’t all that great. And most of them seemed to despise their jobs anyways.

Even after the bell rings, startling Yoongi from his own little reverie, he remains sat at his desk; a little quiver of hope still left inside of him that you would be stood in the doorway of his office once more.

He thinks it must be a daydream when you show up, unable to properly comprehend that you were once again stood before him. That would be the second time in one day.

He isn’t at all surprised when you give him a sheepish smile, “Do you have any spare screws? It seems my shelving has broken”

And a small flame of guilt licks at Yoongi’s heart and mind, but the pretty smile that stretches onto your lips when Yoongi only lets out a little laugh, picking up his little toolbox, is enough to expel any of his worries.

He once again gets to stare at your back as you walk back towards your classroom, pretty sweater still veiling your body; and Yoongi licks his lips at what you could be hiding underneath the layers you wear.

A blink of an image flashing behind his eyes of you sprawled across the sheets of his bed, his head tucked in-between your thighs. He knew he’d get addicted to your taste, surely with such a sweet voice, all of you must be just the same. Your arousal thick like nectar on his tongue as he pushes you over the edge to your own pleasure.

“Mr. Min?” you wave a hand in-front of his face.

Yoongi blinks, “Sorry?” he coughs, heat creeping up his neck, pinching the tips of his ears.

You point towards the mess of your bookshelf, paint pots and art supplies scattered across the floor from where the shelf had caved in on itself. A mound of mess that you would now have to tackle once Yoongi acts as your saviour; a dark knight that had secretly put you in this messy situation.

“I was putting the paint pots away when it sorta of just… collapsed”

Yoongi lets out a grunt of understanding, that same guilt from earlier tickling up his spine as he looks over the huge mess you’ll have to clear up once he fixes your shelving. He shouldn’t have taken those few screws that morning and should have just worked up the courage to ask you out instead of making your day harder. But he supposes what is done is done and now he must fix his selfish doings.

You remain sat at your desk, finger scrolling through your phone as Yoongi rummages through his little box of screws.

His fingers dip into the pocket of his jeans, shiny steel nails pricking the tips of his fingers.

“Do you need any help?” You startle the caretaker, worried smile on your face as Yoongi picks up a few of the fallen shelves.

“No, it’s alright” he waves you off.

“Would you like something to drink then?” you ask.

“Black coffee is fine, thanks” he shoots you a quick smile, gums on show.

Yoongi doesn’t notice the bristly heat that burns the soft skin of your cheeks as you wander towards a cabinet in the back of your classroom. Rummaging for the granulated coffee that a few of your co-workers stored by your kettle. Not your first beverage of choice but a few of your friends took advantage of your little drink station.

As the kettle boils your water, Yoongi can see you intently watching him from the corner of his eye; and he feels his palms get clammy from your attention set so closely on him. He would have compared your eyes to those of a hawk if you hadn’t been so utterly soft; tempting Yoongi to wrap you up in his pocket and dote on you.

“How did you get so good at this?” you wonder aloud, awe evident on your face as Yoongi easily slides a shelf back into place.

Yoongi pauses, “Honestly I’m not sure. Guess I’m just good with my hands”

Your tongue peeks out to wet your lips at that; body jumping when the little click of the kettle finishing boiling. You whip back around to finish Yoongi’s drink, said man finding it hard to stop a little smirk from tugging at his lips at your flushed cheeks, pretty even painted in red.

You place a rounded pink mug on the windowsill by where Yoongi is working, and he mutters a quick thanks before he’s focusing back on holding the panel of wood back into the right place, silver nail balanced between his lips.

“I never got your name” Yoongi says when you take a seat at one of the student’s tables, warm mug of hot chocolate heating your cold hands up.

“Y/n” you tell him, “And you are?” you ask, only knowing of him by his surname.

“Yoongi” he tells you, pushing himself up with the help of your now sturdy shelf.

You push yourself up from the desk, placing your cup of drink down before you start picking up the scattered art supplies. Yoongi follows, tucking his screwdriver into the back pocket of his jeans as he picks up the paint pots that brought him back into your room. The vibrant colours glaring at him; a reminder of his sins.

“You don’t have to, Yoongi” you tell him, but said handyman ignores you; brain replaying how nice his name sounded when it came from your lips, dipped in sweet honey, addictive in the way that makes Yoongi want to beg you to say it one more time. Something about your voice enchanting, pulling him closer like a snake charmer does a snake with its pipe.

Instead, he brushes you off, “I’ve stayed this late, what more is a few minutes?”

Your nose scrunches at that, “Sorry about that”

+ + +

“Have you asked for her number yet?” Seokjin asks.

“What?” Yoongi feels a sense of déjà vu as he sits in the corner of the cafeteria, you sat at another table with a few other teachers. Though today you seem more focused on your lunch than any of the baseless chatter the others on your table seem to be immersed in.

“You stayed after school with her, had dinner together after that and you still haven’t asked for her number?” Jin gawks.

“No?”

“Min Yoongi” Jungkook shakes his head, “Ask the poor woman on a date or something”

“What if she was just being polite?” he asks the youngest, chewing at the skin of his bottom lip.

“She must be interested; she went out for dinner with you after you’d fucked up her shelves”

Yoongi’s head snaps in your direction, worried you'd somehow heard Jungkook, “She doesn’t know that, keep it down”

Jungkook snickers, “Seriously, ask her out. Otherwise, someone else might” he nods in the direction of your table, a stupidly handsome male laying his hands on your shoulders. Green jealousy bubbling inside of Yoongi as he just watches.

You turn to look up at him with a smile, grateful as he places a bag on the table in-front of you.

Yoongi narrows his eyes, “Who the fuck is he?” he tuts.

“Kim Namjoon, works in the high school”

“Cute dimples” Taehyung pulls out a spare chair beside Jungkook, leaning over to lay a wet kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.

Yoongi grunts dramatically pushing himself from his seat. His hands slam onto the table, “You guys are going out tonight, right?” he turns towards Jin who only nods, confusion evident on his face.

Yoongi storms over towards the table you’re sat at, and as he draws closer, he can only wonder where this burst of confidence came from; ignition slowly burning to nothing but warm embers as he pushes one foot in-front of the other. But when he makes eye contact with slimy looking Namjoon, a cursed smile being shone his way Yoongi’s anxiety seems to be the least of his worries.

“Y/n” he calls you, endeared by your wide eyes that flit to meet his own, happiness enveloping your eyes as you look up at him.

“Yes?” you stand when Yoongi makes it to your side, still having to stare up at him from beneath the veil of your eyelashes, ones that Yoongi finds very pretty.

“We’re going out for dinner tonight” he throws a thumb over his shoulder towards his table of friends, Taehyung waves, boxy smile an attempt to placate your worries, “And I was wondering if you wanted to… wanted to come with us?”

Yoongi knows you must be able to see the unease that swims in his eyes, and he worries that maybe he looks a little desperate, stalking towards your table unannounced; but with your small group of co-workers all staring at him like he’d grown a second head, he’s seconds away from scuttling out the cafeteria.

“That would be lovely, Yoongi” you smile.

“I’ll meet you at the gate after school?” he asks, eyes brightening in hope. You nod and Yoongi has to bite his lip to stop the huge smile that threatens to pull at his cheeks.

+ + +

“I swear he isn’t always like this” Yoongi shakes his head, turning his attention to look at you.

“I think it’s amusing” you turn towards your new friend, wincing when Seokjin, who had previously been dancing on a chair, falls onto a table. Both your eyes snap towards the eldest of the group, trying to gauge if he was okay or needed immediate medical attention.

Yoongi supposes the alcohol coursing through Seokjin’s veins was enough to help him stagger to his feet like he hadn’t just body slammed into a table, and Jungkook has to wave off a worried bar tender who had already pulled his phone from his pocket, moments away from calling for an ambulance.

Taehyung scans Jin’s body, trying to figure out if he had a concussion or not. And Jungkook tries to ask his hyung if he remembers who he is.

“This isn’t what I imagined dinner to be” you turn back to Yoongi who elegantly brings his glass of whisky to his lips, somehow looking like royalty in such a grimy bar, tucked away in an alleyway.

He hums, letting his taste buds soak in the refined flavour of the liquor before he answers you, “Me neither. Usually, we go to that shitty Italian place down the street”

“I like it there!” you exasperate, “Their dessert is really good”

“I don’t like dessert”

“What?” you breathe, “You devil, how could you not like dessert?”

Yoongi snorts, a little unattractive on his part but he couldn’t help himself, “Why stuff yourself more when you’ve just had a meal?” (Maybe you liked to be stuffed, but you thought it was a bit too soon for that conversation)

“Because you always have a second stomach for dessert” you tell him instead, “Honestly I got that vibe from you”

“What vibe?”

“Dessert hating vibes, I knew the moment you told me you liked black coffee, with no milk, no sugar that you were a dessert hater” you explain, dramatic shake to your head.

“I’m not a dessert hater, doll. I just have priorities”

“Really bad ones. I refuse to accept any dessert slander”

Yoongi opens his mouth, eyes widening a little in shock when you place a finger over his lips, “Uh uh” you shake your head.

Yoongi laughs at that, tongue poking out from between his lips to lick your finger. You recoil, nose scrunching at Yoongi who only laughs. (He had always preferred his own fingers in other people’s mouths, never really enjoying them in his own).

“Okay, lovers, we’re going home” Jungkook pushes between yours and Yoongi’s seats, “Jin’s about to pass out and I’m moments away from leaving him on the streets”

Both you and Yoongi turn to look over at Taehyung who holds up a very wobbly Seokjin, and you nod in understanding. But Yoongi feels his heart sink at the thought of having to go home already, he had started to enjoy your company, slowly peeling back each layer of your very being.

“I’ll walk you home” Yoongi places a hand on your shoulder when the five of you make it out of the bar. You nod, giving Jungkook a quick hug before he helps Taehyung lug their friend home.

You and Yoongi walk in silence, nothing uncomfortable; just the two of you basking in the company of one another.

Yoongi startles a little when you take a sudden hold of his wrist, “Yoongi, let’s go there” you pull him towards the familiar, drab Italian restaurant that he’s spent way too many weekends drinking in.

The lights at the front blink, bare wires hanging on for dear life to keep the neon lights hung about the windows of the restaurant. The fluorescent light momentarily blind the both of you as you wander inside.

Yoongi makes no fuss as you pull him into a booth by the window, encouraging you even, by handing you a menu. You flip it open, “My treat” you say, ignoring Yoongi as he opens his mouth to argue.

“You can treat me, next time”

Next time.

You wanted to see Yoongi again. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through him, making him that little more delusional that you could feel the same about him as he does you.

“Fine” he drawls, motioning for a waiter to come to the table when you drop the menu with a little smile.

“Did you really have to order only dessert?”

“I got you black coffee as well” you argue, “if you don’t like them, then I’ll eat it”

Yoongi tuts, watching as the waiter brings over your tray of treats. More sugar than the mad hatter had at his tea party balanced on one rusting metal tray.

You wiggle happily in your seat, and Yoongi turns his head to look out the window, coving the blush that coats the skin of his cheeks in dusty red; and Yoongi wonders if this is what falling in love feels like, a new addiction worming its way into his heart. And Yoongi worries he won’t be able to stop himself, fingers itching to feel this again even if it’s only one more time.

“I got you tiramisu, because it tastes like coffee” you push the small plate towards him, eyes wide with wonder as Yoongi take a fork from one of the napkins, everything he does fascinating you as he holds himself with the grace and dignity a lot of people aspire for.

He awkwardly takes a forkful of cake, worried you were scrutinizing him for not eating this right. What if he hated it? And you got offended? What if you were turned off because he didn’t like the same foods as you? Is it a red flag to not like sweet things? God, Yoongi would shovel this cake into his mouth if it meant you’d give him a smile.

Yoongi thinks you must be able to read his mind, “You don’t have to like it” you remind him, picking up your own fork as you pull a plate towards your body, excitement of a child in your eyes.

+ + +

“What are you doing for Christmas?” you ask, turning towards Yoongi who dips his paintbrush into the can.

“Probably spend it with my dog” he shrugs, rubbing his gloved hands across his sweats, hoping to warm them up a little.

“You have a dog?” you gape, “Why didn’t you tell me?” you sulk.

Yoongi had told you he’d noticed the paint on your heaters chipping, a potential fire hazard (or so he claims), and that he would repaint them for you with heat safe paint. You’d nodded, offering to help him during the weekend, He’d shrugged, telling you it was your choice, that the room would be cold as you couldn’t paint on scorching hot metal, but you’d only giggled, telling him to pass his phone so you could add his number, and that you’d see him tomorrow. And Yoongi had felt dizzy when you’d brushed him off, determined to meet him that weekend and help.

Now he finds himself with you, both bundled up in coats, and woolly gloves to keep the both of you warm as you paint the morning away. The morning birds haven finished their songs for the day, probably ready to eat as lunch neared, afternoon sun squeezing minimal heat into the classroom through the windows.

“Do you have any plans?” he asks, foot tapping anxiously on the floor.

You shake your head, “I usually visit my parents, but they said they’re sick of white Christmases. So, my dad whisked them off to some tropical island until the end of February when it gets a little warmer”

“You didn’t want to go?”

“It’s not that, I just have a job, and I wouldn’t be able to stay all that long with work chasing me during the holidays”

Yoongi hums, “Want to spend it together?”

Your eyes widen, turning towards Yoongi who continues to paint, acting as if he hadn’t just offered to spend Christmas with you.

“Huh?” you breathe, “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude”

“On what? Me and my dog? Jin Hyung usually stops by, but I think he secretly has a girlfriend because for the last two years he drops off some cookies and then rushes out the door, without his obligatory kisses”

“What about Jungkook and Taehyung?”

“They spend the holidays together, probably fucking. They can’t keep their hands to themselves” you giggle at that.

“They’re cute” you tell him, happy smile pulling onto your face as you recall the ‘dinner’ you’d had together a few weeks ago. And how much Jungkook and Taehyung seemed to be drawn to one another; you think they must the definition of love. Just pure, unadulterated love between the two of them. Two little lovebirds who are mates for the rest of their lives, always drawn to one another.

Jin had showed up to your classroom with a box of chocolates to apologize on the following Monday, babbling how unprofessional the whole encounter was. You’d waved him off, inviting him for coffee or tea during break times if he ever needed a breather from the swarm of students that always seem to gather outside his office door. All hoping to spend a little more time with the good-looking language teacher, innocent crushes pushing them to work hard in class.

He’d thanked you. Apologizing once more before he’d scuttled away with a sheepish smile plastered on his face. Late for a meeting he had with the head of department, and he had already missed the meeting the month prior.

“They’re cute when they’re not sucking each other’s tongues” Yoongi grunts, nudging the sleeve of your jacket so it wouldn’t fall into the pan of paint, worried it wouldn’t wash out from your sleeves.

“Let them be in love” you whine, wiggling a little in place, “Could you imagine loving someone like they do?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “Never been in love”

“Really?”

“I mean I dated in high school but nothing close to love” Yoongi turns towards you, “What about you?”

Your cheeks flush, “I’ve never uhh—I’ve never dated. Like at all”

Yoongi blinks, “Not even that smarmy dick?”

“Who?”

“Kim Namjoon or whatever his name is?”

Your tongue wets your lips, and then your eyes widen, “God no” you let out a long breath, “He asked me out last year and I said no. Why on earth would a high school literature teacher ask me out?”

“Because you’re pretty?” Yoongi replies, avoiding eye contact by mixing the paint a little.

“That’s shallow of him” you scoff, “He’s a narcissist anyways, I would never be as good looking as he believes himself to be” you tell Yoongi, and the caretaker wants to bash his head against the table behind him with how oblivious you are.

“That’s shitty” Yoongi agrees, though he feels his heart constrict. Didn’t you know how perfect you are?

“You know he told me I should have studied for a more sophisticated profession, and asked why I wanted to work with kids below the age of 15” you frown, “I thought that was a little mean, so I told him to go fuck himself”

Yoongi laughs at that, “I always see him near your table at lunch”

You hum, nodding—“He’s been trying to win me over with cakes and cookies, I only smile so I get free stuff out of him”

“So, you’re leading him on?”

You drop your brush into the paint pan, “Is that what I’m doing? That’s really shitty” you look at Yoongi with guilty eyes.

“I guess if he’s a bad man then it’s a little more forgivable” he gently places his paintbrush beside your own, “But he doesn’t deserve you if he’s an asshole”

You nod at that, small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

+ + +

“Please Yoongi” you tug on the sleeve of his jacket, trying to veer him towards the ice rink.

He only grunts, “I don’t skate”

“But it’s Christmas” your shoulders fall, and Yoongi feels as though he just kicked a puppy with your sad pout.

“Fine” he takes your hand, pulling you towards the old woman at the rental booth.

Yoongi can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat, having just watched you fall onto your bottom only minutes after getting onto the rink.

“Hey!” you point an accusing finger at him, “It’s not funny”

“Just a little, darling” he tries hard to stifle his laugh, but fails miserably when you try to push yourself to stand; stood more like a new-born doe who hadn’t grasp the concept of walking yet.

Yoongi misses the devious smile on your face when he bends down to help you stand, your cheeks warming at the pretty smile the caretaker had, warm like a spring afternoon.

“When you offered for us to go skating, I thought you’d be good at it”

You cross your arms over your chest, instantly regretting the sudden action as you wobble. You let out something akin to a squeak when Yoongi takes a hold of your arms, helping stabilise you as your stomach tenses.

“My little deer” he laughs, hands skimming down the length of your arms to hold your hands.

You feel heat creep up your neck, burning the tips of your ears; feeling some relief knowing that your nose and ears were already red from the cold, so you only bite your lip, trying not to let your shuddering breath become known to Yoongi.

He, however, sees your eyes glaze over, something he hadn’t seen from you yet. And it only feeds into his little fantasy of you sprawled out across the sheets of his bed, his name clinging to your tongue, dripping like sweet honey as you beg for more. More of what? He has yet to decide. He’s imagined eating you out, sure that you’d recoil, shy, when he tries to go down on you. He wonders what you’d look like, bouncing prettily on his cock, begging for him to help you, legs shaking as he pounds into you, if your moans would be as soft as your voice, if you’d try to cover your mouth with your hands.

Yoongi coughs, bringing his attention back to you who wobbles, another attempt to skate towards him on your own. This time, Yoongi is ready when you stagger forwards, holding onto your waist as you tumble into his chest.

“Sorry” you whisper, “I don’t think I’m very good at this”

Yoongi laughs, “Nothing a little practice can’t fix”

+ + +

“Merry Christmas Yoongi” you beam, handing him the neatly wrapped gift, little cats printed on the paper.

“Merry Christmas” he takes you hand, pulling you into his warm apartment, heat enveloping you, cleansing you from the toe biting cold of the outside world.

You startle at the wet nose that prods your bare fingers, gaze flitting towards the floor where the fluffy little dog sniffs at your clothes, a cute puff of brown.

“That’s Holly” he tells you, placing your gift underneath the small tree into the corner of the living room beside the one he had bought you.

You crouch down, scratching Holly under the chin, giggling as the excited dog circles your legs.

You wander into the living room, not so subtly peeking at Yoongi’s home. You liked it; it was cosy, and ever so Yoongi. You take a seat on one of the couches, Yoongi following suit once he’d turned the tree lights on, green like vibrant dragonflies dancing from branch to branch.

“I hope you’re okay with takeaway, I looked up how to cook Christmas dinner online, and it’s a little too advanced for me”

You smile, “Don’t tell my mother, but I’ve never been a fan of Christmas dinner”

“Perfect”

“You make music?” you gawk, “That’s so cool”

“It’s a nice side hobby I suppose” he shrugs, not delving into how deep his love for music really is; he knew that if he started, he wouldn’t know when to stop. A little too passionate about his producing than he would like to let on, the last thing he needed was for you to leave when he was enjoying your company.

“You’ll have to show me one day” you tell him, nudging his shoulder as you sit beside one another. Knees pressed snug, body heat warming one another up.

Yoongi picks up another slice of beef, placing it on your plate, “maybe” he shrugs.

“You’re very secretive” you point out.

“Private”

You hum at that, “That is a good trait. More for me to uncover”

“Yeah?” he asks, smile tugging at his lips, “What are you trying to uncover”

Yoongi doesn’t miss the as your eyes flit down his body, straying a little at the waist band of his sweats before travelling back to his lips.

“Everything” you tell him honestly, and he can see the naked emotions that swim behind your eyes; raw need.

“I suppose you should get started then” he whispers, eyes flicking between both of your own.

“Right now?”

Yoongi nods, turning his body to face you; his hand coming to cup your cheek. You close your eyes, low moan reverberating up your throat as Yoongi presses his lips gently against your own. And as cliché as it sounds, Yoongi thinks he hears fireworks somewhere in the distance, lips tingling with want as he feels the warmth of you pressed along the length of his body.

Yoongi drinks in every little sound you make, spurring him to deepen kiss, his tongue flicking to part your own. As you both pull away, Yoongi leans in for a quick peck to your lips before he falls back into his seat.

“I guess I also have a lot to uncover, huh?” he whispers, fingers tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I really like you Y/n” he admits, hands clammy as he gauges your reaction.

“I really like you too” you tell him, and Yoongi smiles at the red hue that coats your cheeks; he can only imagine his match your own.

+ + +

“We should totally go on a double date” Taehyung grins, arm wrapped around Jungkook’s shoulder.

“We’re not dating though” Yoongi grunts, leaning back in his seat. His gaze flits over towards your table of co-workers, you more focused on something on your phone than what they were gossiping about.

“You went on a date, spent Christmas and New Year together, kissed, confessed and you’re not dating?” Jin gawks, astonished by what he was hearing.

Yoongi had asked after your little Christmas escapade, if you wanted to spend New Year together as well. He took you out for lunch, and then the two of you milled around a little market on the outskirts of the city. He’d met a few of your students, their happy smiles when they spotted you, warming Yoongi’s heart. And God forbid he didn’t hate children as much as he used to. (They could be cute sometimes, but only when it comes to you.) As well as conversing with a few parents, more than a few commenting on how cute you and Yoongi were together.

Nothing much more than kissing had happened, and you’d found the excuse for a few more kisses when you’d spotted little brushes of mistletoe hanging from the market huts, left over from the Christmas market that plagued the streets only weeks prior. And who was Yoongi to deny tradition?

The two of you had sat on a hill on New Year’s Day, Yoongi with his coffee, and you with piping hot, hot chocolate, both a little hung over from your little festivities the night prior (with a kiss when the clock hands struck midnight), and the both of you talked about the future. Your individual futures, and the future you want to have together.

You’d both agreed to take it slow, neither of you needed to rush into this relationship. You both knew you liked each other, that much had been established, and there was a mutual understanding that you had all the time in the world to learn more about each other before defining your relationship. You both understood what you had was exclusive, but neither of you felt labels were necessary. The unnecessary shadow that would loom over your shoulders, creeping up on you until your relationship evidently crumbles under the pressure of societal labels and standards of what a ‘good’ relationship is.

“So what?” Yoongi turns towards Jin, “We’re taking it slow”

“Slow my ass, you both act like you’ve been in a long-term relationship”

“Do not” Yoongi argues, feeling stupid that his reply had come off so juvenile.

“Yeah?” Seokjin challenges, and Yoongi knows he shouldn’t take the bait.

But he does, “Yeah”

“Whose lunchbox is that then?” he points at the prettily wrapped lunch that sat before you on the table. New shiny bento box that Yoongi had ordered online especially for you, with enough layers to make sure you would eat a nutritional lunch. With how many sweets you ate, Yoongi worried you spoiled yourself, so he took on the role of your chef; making sure you were eating healthier.

Yoongi coughs, “Mine. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Tease you” Jin laughs, pushing himself from his seat when Yoongi shoots him a hard glare. Waving at the small group before he makes his descent back to his classroom, a small group of students having filled in what was meant to be an easy lunch.

“I think you’re doing great, Hyung” Jungkook soothes, smiling over at Taehyung who nudges his side.

“Kookie is right, you don’t have to rush into these things. As long as the two of you are happy, that’s all that counts” Taehyung nods.

“Plus, Jin Hyung is definitely projecting, he’s hiding someone. I just know it” Jungkook nods, head falling onto his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Yoongi!” you call as you skip towards his lunch table, perking up at your voice.

“Yes?” he pulls out what was once Jin’s chair, pulling you to sit beside him.

“What do you think about these for Holly?” you shove your phone into his face, “I really like the blue one” you mutter.

“They’re lovely, doll” he smiles, taking your phone so the bright screen wasn’t blaring in his eyes, the images more of a blur of colours, messily mixed like paints on a pallet.

“Personally, my favourite is the purple one” you scroll down when Yoongi places the device on the table. He looks down at the little sweater you have on a website that specialises in dog clothes.

“It’s cute” Yoongi agrees.

“But Yoongs, Holly would look good in like red or something” you sigh dramatically, prominent frown pulled at your pretty lips, begging Yoongi to kiss it away.

Yoongi scrolls up, eyeing the other dog clothes they had on the website, “Why not get both? One for you and one for Holly” he shrugs, “There’s still a few weeks left of winter”

You nod, small smile now tugging at your lips and Yoongi feels somewhat accomplished. He ignores the intruding stares of his two friends sat across the table, kicking Taehyung’s shin when he opens his mouth to surely make a comment on Yoongi’s somewhat soft behaviour. Emotions on display for everyone to see.

“Okay!” you push yourself to stand, “I’m going to find my credit card” you announce and Yoongi grunts at that.

“I’ll pay” he also stands, but you push him back into his seat, shaking your head.

“No, you won’t. It’s my gift”

“Doll” Yoongi stares up at you, and he thinks he sees a crack in your resolve. He smiles when you cover his eyes with your hand.

“Don’t look at me like that” you whine, skin prickling with goosebumps when Yoongi skims his fingers down your arm, blindly seeking out your touch.

“Like what?” he asks, teasing lilt to his tone.

“Like you can tell me what to do”

“Is that so?”

You pull your hands from his eyes, frowning down at the caretaker, “I’m leaving” you tell him.

“I’ll take you out for dinner then” Yoongi calls when you turn away from the table.

“Okay!” you call over your shoulder, “text me later” you wave at him.

Yoongi turns towards Jungkook and Taehyung who have two annoying smiles plastered on their faces.

“Neither of you say a word” he points between them, “Not one”

+ + +

“Y/n!”

You startle, Yoongi using his hand to cushion your elbow before you could whack it on the edge of the table.

Both you and Yoongi turn towards where the honeyed voice came from, and Yoongi let’s out a low grunt when Namjoon saunters towards the table you’re sat at.

Yoongi had asked you out on a little coffee date, nothing too fancy, something to help the two of you wind down from another hectic week of work.

Yoongi had bought you a cake, getting the one that had little cat ears cut from sugar paper, and got himself a black coffee. You got sweet tea, and then you told him everything you’d been up to, talking of parents that had given you gifts at the start of the semester, and that you’d have to give him one of the funnier mugs for his coffee in the morning.

Everything was serene, perfect even. And Yoongi couldn’t have asked for anything more. His favourite girl by his side, with a perfect cup of coffee. Until Kim Namjoon decided to ruin his good mood.

“Namjoon” you greet, empty smile being thrown at the high school teacher.

“Fancy seeing you here” he laughs, inviting himself to your table. Taking a seat opposite Yoongi. Said man places his hand on your thigh gently, silent reassurance that he is there for you just in case this unplanned meeting goes south. And as much as you wanted to tell him to go away, you knew you would see him around work and the last thing you needed was an awkward encounter in the halls, you could feel your skin crawl at the thought of it.

“Yes, funny coincidence” you squeeze out, turning to look at Yoongi who gives you a curt nod.

“And who’s this?” Namjoon motions towards Yoongi, acting as though he was the one who had just barged into his café date. Eyes narrowing in slight distaste.

“Her boyfriend” Yoongi tells him, smug smile unmissable when Namjoon’s smile drops.

He turns to look at you, as if asking for confirmation. You nod, only deepening Namjoon’s frown. Yoongi’s fingers tighten on your thigh, and you feel a dull throb between your legs when he does, squirming a little in place, and if Yoongi notices, he doesn’t make it apparent.

“I didn’t know you two were—” he wags a finger in your general direction, “a thing” he finishes, the words leaving a bad taste on his tongue.

“Not everyone drones on about their relationships, Namjoon” you point out, finding it hard to fight off the smug smile that threatened to show. You see, Namjoon had a track record of bragging about his escapades, either it be a quick fling with a woman who worshiped the ground he walked on (his words, not yours), or short-term relationships where he would boast about every detail of his sex life. Something you had no interest in.

“If you’ll excuse us, I was enjoying my date” you motion to Yoongi beside you, a bored expression taking over his features.

“You heard her” he adds, motioning for Namjoon to leave. Translation: Fuck off.

Yoongi thinks he sees the tips of Namjoon’s ears flush red, slithering its way down his cheeks and neck, and Yoongi feels his heart swell when you lean against his shoulder; Namjoon glaring at the two of you as he stands up.

“Boyfriend, huh?” you ask when Namjoon is out of your general vicinity.

Yoongi turns to look out the window, his silent wish of you not bringing that up clearly not being heard by some higher power.

“Only if that’s okay with you” he mutters.

“Is this you asking me out?” you laugh, head falling backwards, and Yoongi turns, wanting to catch your smile.

“Y/n?” he calls, hand coming to hold your cheek as you tilt your head back down to look at him.

You hum.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

+ + +

“Okay!” Seokjin claps his hands, “News for this week. Yoongi first”

And all three pairs of eyes land on the caretaker. Now that the weather had started to warm up a little, the sun no longer shying away behind fluffy, cotton candy clouds, lunch times were spent behind the school. Away from students, and the beady eyes of other staff that had a habit of eavesdropping on everyone’s conversations. And then before you knew it, the whole faculty knew about your secrets.

Yoongi places a hand on his chin in thought, “I helped Y/n build a new desk for her classroom and put up some new blinds that she bought. Oh...” he drawls, “And she’s now my girlfriend”

Seokjin’s jaw drops, and Yoongi wants to make a snide comment, being cut out by a loud gasp from his hyung. Jungkook and Taehyung laugh from their spot opposite Yoongi, nodding their congratulations as Jin pinches the bridge of his nose.

“And you didn’t think to text me?” he mutters, mock offense lacing his tone.

“What about your partner Hyung?” Jungkook prods, not missing the wide eyes of the eldest.

“How did you know about that?” he whispers, leaning across the table.

“You were kind of obvious” Taehyung placates, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“So? Who are they?” Yoongi prods, having waited years for his friend to finally spill the beans on this secret relationship he’d been trying to hide (and clearly failed).

“I met her in the town over, she already has a kid, but the father left. We’ve been taking it slow, but I really do like her” he admits, and Taehyung can’t help the mushy smile that takes over his features.

“On the topic of children…” Jungkook trails off, giving a look to his boyfriend, who only nods in encouragement. “We’re planning to adopt”

Yoongi’s eyes widen a little in surprise, it’s not as if the two hadn’t fiddled with the idea of adopting; he just never expected it to be so soon.

“Oh my god” Seokjin cried, “I’m going to be an uncle”

“That’s a really big decision” Yoongi nods, a small smile toying at the edge of his lips.

“It is” Taehyung agrees, “But we both have stable jobs, and a home. Neither of us plan to go anywhere anytime soon”

“What about the wedding?” Jin asks.

“A wedding can happen any time. We both know that we want to spend the rest of our lives together, so there’s no rush really” Jungkook shrugs.

“What about you Hyung? When are you getting married” Taehyung points his attention towards the caretaker.

“He only just asked me to be his girlfriend” your arms wrap around Yoongi’s neck, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi scoots over to make room for you on the bench.

“Not with your friends?” he asks, hand coming to rest on your thigh as you pull your own lunch (courtesy of Yoongi), placing it onto the table.

“Nope” you shake your head, handing him a neatly cut triangular sandwich, “Namjoon came over, so I lost my appetite” you tell him, and he hums in understanding. Muttering a short ‘bastard’ under his breath.

+ + +

Perfect didn’t seem like the right word to describe your relationship with Min Yoongi. It was beyond anything you could have ever asked for. Something that not many people had during their first relationships; trial and error finally pulling you down the path of your soulmate. However, you seemed to hit the jackpot, first try.

Before you knew it a year had flown by, memories floating by like the wind would, caressing your cheek in the morning on the way to school. Days merging into weeks and weeks into months. And even with a mush of weeks and days, Yoongi always made you feel the most special, like you were the only one he had eyes for.

Yoongi had never been the most vocal man, but you’d learnt that he loved you all as much. He would pack your lunches in cute little boxes, and on Friday’s he would slip a little note into your bag with plans for the weekend or a shopping list so you could both wander around the supermarket as soon as the home time bell rigs. He would come to your classroom after school with cold drinks in the summer and overly sweet hot chocolate in the winter.

Although he would never admit it, he really did like the tiramisu from that shitty Italian restaurant at the end of street, and he thought it was ridiculous how many dates the both of you had spent in there. He’d voiced out a concern one evening, you sprawled across his bed like a dream, with your favourite candle lit, and Holly filling the gap between your bodies; he worried he wasn’t doing enough. You had told him you really didn’t care, as long as you were together, even lounging in bed for the day made you happy. And as if to prove a point, you and Yoongi had spent the whole day in bed together, binging your favourite shows (amongst other things).

You walked around fair grounds together, shared secrets between kisses, and it was the small things that he would do for you, that reminded you that Min Yoongi really did love you. Like washing your face of an evening or picking up snacks from the convenience store because he knew you’d ran out.

You remember the evening he opened up about his music, not just a silly little hobby like he had initially told you. He told you about how cathartic it was for him to produce. He showed you notebook upon notebook of lyrics that he had written from his teens through to his adult years; a little window into the man you were dating.

You know he likes dogs more than cats; you know he adores Holly. You know he hates sweet coffee, the bitter taste on his tongue somewhat of a comfort for him. You know he liked to stay home rather than melt within a crowd of rowdy people. And if the two of you ever found yourself trapped with too many sounds and too many bodies, Yoongi would place his hand on the back of your neck, reassurance that he was still there, helping ground you from all the overflowing number of stimuli that were trying to scratch at your brain.

Min Yoongi liked to cook, liked to experiment in the kitchen and he loved it even more when he could cook for you. He liked watching your face light up when you liked something, he liked the way your nose would scrunch up in that cute way when a taste was unfamiliar or too bitter.

Yoongi liked the curtains in your apartment, thin in a way the sun would caress your skin as it woke before you. As he would lay there, fingers trailing over the naked skin of your back, loving the way you’d slowly start to become conscious of the world around you. And the smile that would stretch onto your face, unconditional love mingled with tired eyes as you woke up to the sight of sleep roughed Yoongi first thing in the morning.

Yoongi liked the winter more than he did the summer. Maybe it was because that is when he first worked up the courage to talk to you.

Yoongi liked wearing the colour black, something so simple but looked so good on him. He, however, adored when you’d wear colourful shirts, dresses that complimented the tone of your skin, and he thinks if he were to turn this into a metaphor, you were the one who finally brought colour into his monotone life. An endless cycle of loneliness that he hadn’t realised he was drowning in before he had met you.

Yoongi liked that when you had moved into his home, small parts of you leaked into his, your, living space. Canvases of unfinished paintings, and photos from your childhood. His closet was no longer half empty, overflowing with a concoction of both your clothes. Odd pieces of furniture that you hadn’t wanted to let go of now filling the gaps of his once arguably scarce apartment.

Min Yoongi loved you.

He loved everything about you.

He loved how kind you were, patient in a way that only a kindergarten teacher could be. He liked that with others you always seemed a little reserved, shy in your actions, but with him you had no qualms about what you said or how you acted. Min Yoongi loved you because you always thought of him as much as he thought of you. He would feel his heart flutter when you would leave coffee on the desk in his office or help him pick out what shirt to wear to work.

Min Yoongi loved that you were the last thing he would see before he went to sleep, with his arm slung around your waist, and he loved that from the minute he would wake up, there you were, right by his side.

Min Yoongi loved that you were the last missing puzzle piece of his life. Fitting ever so perfectly in the gap he never knew was missing.

+ + +

“Yoongi, hold on” you gasp, head falling back into the plethora of pillows he had thrown onto the bed.

‘So you’re comfy’ Yoongi had frowned. And if you could think a coherent thought maybe you would thank him. Your head rocking up into the pillow padded headboard; pleasure licking up your spine.

You feel Yoongi’s tongue flick at your clit, a mixture of his own spit and your arousal dripping down his chin like liquid honey. And Yoongi makes sure to try and save every delicious mouthful of your essence. Something so uniquely you, so sweet, something that only Yoongi gets the pleasure to taste; because he had no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

Your boyfriend prods his tongue at your entrance, your legs shaking as his thumb gently brushes over your overstimulated clit. You see, Yoongi had this game, he liked to see how long he could eat you out, and how many times he could make you cum before he fucked you senseless on his cock. Leaving your clit to throb in a mixture of want and denial, swollen from being toyed with.

“One more, baby” he takes a deep breath, wasting no time in diving his tongue into you, molten arousal coating his lips, and as much as Yoongi loved it when your thighs would clamp round his head, today he wanted you bare. Spread out prettily just for him to devour. So, he holds your thighs open, straining them as he tries to push his head as far between your thighs as physically possible, lips pulling into a grin when you thrust your hips to meet his tongue; chasing your own pleasure.

He feels your fingers thread with his hair when he pushes his tongue in a little deeper, thumb still strumming at your clit. And he wonders if he could make you cum from just playing with your clit alone. He’d made you cum just from toying with your nipples once, the picture of you, flushed face, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies as his teeth clamped down on your puffy nipples, red raw from his mouth, and he remembers the surprised moan you’d graced him with when you had come.

“I can’t” you moan, mouth falling open.

Yoongi grunts, pulling his face away from your cunt, his index finger sinking into your entrance.

“Yes, you can” he tells you, fingers delving, eager to find that spot which will make you see stars, groaning at the sound you let out when he sinks a second finger into your greedy cunt.

He uses his other arm to hold down your waist as you try to eagerly buck into his fingers, little whimpers tumbling from your lips, and Yoongi thinks that was his favourite sound. He had asked once to add your moans to a song, your cheeks had flushed, laughing like Yoongi had been joking. And then your boyfriend had fucked you in his home office, with your hand clamped over your mouth, a little game to see how long you could stay silent.

He was surprised how long you’d been able to keep it up, and it had become his own personal goal to make sure you moaned his name every time he played with you.

“Please, please, please” you whine breathlessly.

“Please what, baby? I can’t help you of you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he frowns, tone mocking as he slows his fingers to a gentle thrust.

“No, no, Yoongi faster please” you cry, tilting your head to look at him, and Yoongi leans up to brush the stray tears from your cheeks, sadistic smile on his face.

“Yeah?” he asks, watching as you nod; pitiful as you rock your hips to try and push his fingers deeper inside of you.

Your boyfriend leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your pouty lips, your sad frown enough for him to finally give you what you want.

He trails his lips down your body, stopping to press a gentle kiss to your nipples, tongue flicking out to toy with them as you wiggle underneath him, shuddering breath reverberating around the otherwise silent room.

“Cum one more time and then I’ll fuck you” he mutters, “Okay, baby?”

You hum, and Yoongi pushes himself off your body.

“Words” he reminds you, and you have to wrack your brain.

“Yes”

“Good girl” he pushes his head back between his legs, something comforting about being here; like Yoongi belonged, sandwiched between your thighs.

Two of his fingers strum at your clit, a breathy chuckle fanning over your sensitive cunt when he laughs as you moan. His tongue lapping up the arousal that had started to dribble from your hole.

“You’re really wet, baby”

You hum, not quite sure you heard him or not. But Yoongi laps up another string of your essence, acting more like a starved puppy than a man, but he supposes he always was a little feral around you.

“Think you can squirt for me?” he grunts, exchanging his tongue for his fingers as the wet muscle in his mouth now plays with your clit.

He suctions the sensitive pearl, teeth grazing it as he sinks three fingers into your hole. You moan into a pillow, thighs once again shaking as Yoongi thrusts his fingers into you in quick succession. He can feel your walls clench around him sporadically, tips of his fingers nudging that spongy tissue as he curls them upwards.

“Cum, baby” he grunts, wrist straining as he tries to keep a steady pace.

He feels his fingers being pushed from your hole as you squirt, his shirt soaking through with your juices. Your thighs shakes as he pushes his fingers back into your cunt, thrusting them in a couple of times before more of your arousal leaks onto the bed sheets.

“How messy” he tuts, pulling his shirt from over his head.

“Your fault” you argue, chest rising and falling, uneasy as you catch your breath.

Yoongi pushes himself up your body, arms flexing as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips; a lot slower, more passionate than those from prior in the evening.

Yoongi brushes a wet piece of hair from your face, your forehead glazed with a thin layer of sweat.

“You did so well for me” he whispers, hands trailing down the sides of your body, an attempt to ground you a little. When he sees a little more clarity in your eyes, legs not still shaking where they rest against his thighs he presses a gentle kiss to your cheeks.

“Think you can take my cock?” he asks, “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to” he reminds you.

You nod, “I’m okay, I don’t know if I can cum again though”

“Guess we’ll have to check” he pushes himself to sit on his knees.

Yoongi ignores you as you eye his sweats, hard shaft hardly veiled by the grey fabric. And you think you are moments away from jumping the man. With how perfect he looked in the orange glow of the lamplight, chin shining in your arousal. It was hard to stop your pussy from leaking, and it would have been a little embarrassing just how wet you were if you didn’t know Yoongi absolutely loved when you got like this for him.

You watch as he leans across the bed, lithe fingers tugging the drawer open. Your fingers toy with the waist band of his sweats, and Yoongi lets out a breathy chuckle when you tug on them.

Your boyfriend sits up, shiny foil packet held between two fingers, those same two fingers that had brought you to your high twice already tonight.

“Can I help?” you push yourself to sit up, biting your lip at the dull throbbing between your thighs.

Yoongi hands the condom to you, scooting himself off the bed to discard the rest of his clothes. You watch as he pulls off his sweats, having foregone any underwear that evening, and your eyes train on his cock.

You think that your boyfriend maybe had the prettiest cock, he took pride in grooming himself; always making sure to be clean. You can only wonder how long it must have been erected for, cockhead an angry red, shiny with Yoongi’s own arousal, little beads of pre-cum cascading down his length.

You lean forwards, taking the girthy cock into your hands, the familiar weight making you salivate a little. You run the tip over your lips, coating it in Yoongi’s pre-cum.

“No teasing, doll” he grunts, and you smile, pulling back.

You roll the latex over his shaft, leaving it to bob uselessly against the skin of his stomach as he climbs back onto the bed.

“You sure you’re, okay?” he checks, helping lay you down comfortably, lifting the lower half of your body by your ankles, his other hand grabbing a pillow to cushion your hips.

He drops your legs back onto the bed, watching as you smile up at him.

“Come here” you tell him, and Yoongi obliges, humming into the gentle kiss you place on his lips, your own cum still staining the taste of him.

He wraps your thighs around his waist, one arm holds him up as he lines himself with your entrance.

Your mouth falls open into a silent ‘o’ when he pushes the head in, and Yoongi always makes sure to watch your face when he finally fucks you; not only as reassurance that you like what’s happening but so he knows just the right spot to drill into you.

Yoongi holds your hips as you try to rock forwards, his own hips stuttering in anticipation; but he holds himself back, liking the intimacy of having you sprawled out beneath him, fully trusting that he’ll take care of you. There had always been something so fulfilling to Yoongi about these intimate moments with you, your bodies joining to become one, your body pliant to his every move.

His hands leave your hips, skimming up your body before lacing his finger between your own.

“You good?” he whispers, unsure if he could utter anything more with how warm and wet you were, cunt clenching rhythmically around his length.

“Yeah” you whisper back, fingers tightening around his own when he gently pulls out before thrusting back into you.

Something akin to a squeak, tumbles from your lips when Yoongi picks up his pace, hands never letting go of yours as his hips snap forwards, thighs slapping against thighs with nothing more than the music of your bodies filling the silence of your bedroom.

Yoongi can only describe the sounds coming from you as pornographic, his thrusts pushing you up a little on the bed, he feels your nails dig into the skin of his hands, his own grunts mirroring your own pleasure.

“So close, so close” he chants, using whatever strength he has left in his arms to lean down, greedily sucking your left nipple between his teeth, teasing nips sending jolts of pleasure down your body.

Your boyfriend can feel your legs shake as he sucks a love bite just above the sensitive skin of your nipple, your hips bucking to meet his own.

He lets go of one of your hands, “Play with yourself, pretty. Let’s cum together”

You nod, sweat trickling down your neck as you trail a hand down your body. Slicking up your fingers from where Yoongi thrusts into you, your fingers start to play with your clit, jolt of pleasure causing your cunt spasm around Yoongi’s cock.

“Gonna cum” you whine, Yoongi’s teeth clamping around your nipple enough to push you over the edge.

Your legs tighten around his waist, stopping Yoongi’s sloppy thrusts, as you push him as deep inside of you as humanly possible. Your mind a blank slate as it rewires, slowly trying to become conscious of your surroundings.

You feel his cock twitch, his own cum shooting him the condom.

Yoongi collapses on top of you, a rush of air squeezing from your lungs when he lands with a dull thump.

“Ouch” you giggle, not protesting when his arms snake around your waist, flipping the two of over so you lay gently on his chest.

Yoongi’s fingers brush through your damp hair, “You did so well for me, pretty” he tells you, golden glow of the lamp illuminating him in that post-orgasmic bliss. If you though Yoongi looked good on a normal day, you had been utterly in awe when you’d seen him after he’d came.

“Thank you”

“For what?” he laughs, chest rumbling under your ear.

“Making me cum three times”

“Nothing I like more than my girl feeling good”

You hum at that, trying to push yourself up. Yoongi grunts, tugging you tighter against his chest.

“Yoongs I need to pee, and I feel all sticky” you complain, fingers toying with the divot of his collarbone.

“5 minutes”

“Min Yoongi” you laugh, pinching the skin of his neck.

“Fine but be quick” he loosens his arms. When you push yourself to sit, he pulls you back down.

“Hey!” you complain.

“Need a kiss first” he puckers up his lips, and you indulge him this one time, never in a hurry when it came to kissing your love.

And as you wash up in the bathroom, door slightly ajar where he can see you milling around, his fingers play with the little beaded bracelet you’d gifted him when you spent that first Christmas together.

Yoongi loved you a lot, more than he would ever be able to describe in words. He loved that he could give you a helping hand no matter the situation, and the shiny little ring, hidden away in his nightstand shrouded in a pretty, purple velvet box was his promise to you; that he would stay by your side for the rest of his life.

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sevikasbeloved · 4 months

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Sevika saying I love you for first time

Me 🤝 always making my characters say ily prematurely, this is right up my alley.

And I am co-opting her last name as Lanes idgaf

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Poker night.

It was the Last Drop’s annual tradition, the one day out of the year when the bar was bounds more lawless than it was on a regular day, as in, anything goes.

Anything.

It was the only night where you could stab someone for looking at you funny or do an insane amount of drugs without enforcers sniffing down your backs for an arrest, no matter what it was, you could do it here.

Not to mention it was Sevika favourite night. She called it fright night - fitting due to the fact that this day was the first day you met her, and she gave you way more than a fright. (Wink wink)

Anyhow, today was here and Sevika took you officially as her girlfriend, warding off any fuckeads or creeps who assumed that tonight gave them an excuse to be toward to a woman like you.

She held you by your waist, her fingers roping in the soft material of your short dress as she guided you to her table. The barman who had the unfortunate task of being on shift tonight scurried over to your table like clockwork, handing out a glass to each person that sat around it - those people being you, Sevika, two old geezers and a young fella who clearly just figured out the rules of the entire night (safe to say he’d already shit himself).

As the barman shied away from the table, Sevika slid into the booth chair, assuming her position at the head of the table as you slid onto her lap, perching yourself against her thigh as you leaned your head against her shoulder, already dreading the boredom that was poker.

“Baby, don’t fall asleep on me tonight,” she whispered into your ear as her hands remained occupied with the cards she shuffled between them.

“I won’t, I promise.” You hummed, and that you meant, moving your eyes to focus on more interesting things in the bar,

Like, the drunken men who danced like sailors, unable to rid themselves of their sea legs as they smashed drinks around in the pint glasses, smashing them (full or empty) onto the hardwood floor.

“cheers cunt!” One of the men shouted, slapping another across the face, the scene making you struggle to suppress a giggle.

Turns out when you give people a free for all, they just get drunk and act like kids.

A collective groan from Sevika’s opponents gained your attention as you looked back to the table, the scene of Sevika already winning her first round.

You kissed the temple on her head, leaving the tip of your nose to linger against it,

“Good job, baby.” You whispered against the shell of her ear. She hummed, placing her hand against your thigh, gripping it ever so slightly, causing your lower half to writhe against her thigh.

The table looked over at the two of you in annoyance and disgust as you pressed another kiss against the side of her face.

“You gonna win another for me?” You mumbled, suddenly becoming interested in the game, remembering how horny she became when she’d win.

“What’s the prize if I do?” She hummed, grazing her nose against your cheek, already dishing out a new set of cards.

You giggled at the sensation against your cold face, grinding your ass back into the crook of her hip as a response.

“How’d you know that’s exactly what I wanted?” She teased, her hand wandering up your thigh, cutting close to exposing you to the rest of the table.

You swatted her hand away playfully, “only if you win, Angel.”

You could almost hear her growl as she pulled her hand fully away, readjusting herself in her seat, the motion of her thigh bouncing between your thighs almost making you take back your ‘if’.

For the rest of the match you could do nothing but watch, suddenly becoming infinitely more interested in whether she won or lost - even though she’d never lost a game at least since she met you.

One by one, members in the booth tapped out, leaving you alone with her and one other man, clearly determined to win it all.

Sevika was unshaken by his determination though, almost too preoccupied by you to even notice the fat stack he slipped into the pool.

“I’m getting impatient, baby.” She mumbled into the locks of your hair.

You giggled at her sudden disposition to the game, noticing how the lad opposite you had reassessed his hand, growing more nervous as she pushed her previous winnings into the pile without even thinking.

“Call it.” She said to the man, knowing she already had a winning hand.

“Huge bluff, I can see right through it.” He scoffed, beckoning her to play her cards.

You and Sevika both looked at each other, sharing a knowing smile.

“Tell the gentleman what cards I’m holding, baby.” She said aloud, looking over at him with an almost sorry smile, almost.

You hummed, leaning forward dramatically as you analysed what you knew to be the winning hand. You milked it, arching your back fully so Sevika could get the best view, feeling your skirt ride up ever so slightly as her hand grazed your ass.

“A royal flush, mister.” You smiled and winked, perching yourself back up against sevika.

She threw her cards down on the table and whistled for a barman to clear her winnings. The man stood up in a huff, storming off to a lesser stakes table, taking his chances there.

“Put that on the bar’s tab, everyone drinks for free tonight.” Sevika ordered.

The barman looked at her with wide eyes before nodding and scurrying off behind the bar, ringing a cowbell as he announced-

“Drinks on Sevika all night!”

The whole room erupted into cheers, some even coming up to offer their personal thanks.

“You’re too kind, Sevika, really, you always look out for the people!” One man said, a smile as big as ever on his face.

She barely heard the thanks as she kissed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You turned your head, stealing a kiss for your lips before pulling away too look at her.

“Why did you do that?” You said, impressed by her sudden generosity to the people she usually doesn’t have a nice word to say about.

“Cause,” she moved you so you were straddling her, “I’ve got all I love and need right here.”

Your heart stopped beating when you heard that word leave her lips with full earnest,

“Love?” You repeated back to her, unsure if you heard it right.

She chuckled, revealing that toothy smile that made you fall for her in the first place.

“Yeah, I love you.” She said, almost breathless as she realised that was the first time she said it aloud.

Your brows knitted together as you lost any composure you had, tears threatening to spill in the busy room.

She held your face, planting a kiss against your cheeks then nose, chin and finally your lips, pulling away to say,

“I love you so much it hurts.”

You giggled, head falling into the crook of her neck,

“Sevika Lanes, I love you too.”

#sevika #arcane #sevika x reader #wlw

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puddingcatbeans · 5 months

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timkon; tim never takes naps, so something must be wrong.

Tim bobs up to wakefulness reluctantly. Someone's hand is in his hair. It's nice, though—no pain, no promise of violence. A soothing touch. A familiar one.

"Heya, Rob. Taking a nap?"

With great effort, Tim squints his eyes open. A blurry blob of black, red, and blue. Something round. Shades? Something shiny. Spikes? Knives? Who cares. He closes his eyes again.

"You okay? Did you pass out again?"

"Nnnn." Tim swats at the fingers trying to turn his face. "No. Head hurts."

The hand drift back to his hair, petting slightly. "Cassie, can you come here? Tell me if he's burning up."

Cool fingers touch his forehead. Tim scrunches up his face, trying to duck away. "Oh, yeah. He's got a tiny fever. I'm going to go grab some meds."

A soft whoosh. The hand in his hair pulls away for a moment. Tim whines, reaching out blindly. He hits fabric. Latches on.

"Shh, shh, it's okay."

Tim peeks open an eye again. It causes a sharp stab of pain to shoot through his head. "Kon," he says.

"Yeah, buddy. You pulled another all-nighter, didn't you? Do we need to hold another intervention about self-care?"

"Kon," Tim complains. Then he loses track of everything again, head screaming and body feeling way too heavy. He hates being sick.

"Okay, let's get you to bed," says Kon, voice soft. He picks Tim up without dislodging the death grip Tim has on his shirt. His TTK continues brushing through Tim's hair as they move away from the lounge area up to their quarters.

Seemingly between one heartbeat and the next, Tim is nestled in his bed. The lights are off and the room is quiet. The door slides open and Cassie slips in.

"Here." She drops onto the bed and helps Tim sit up. "Come on. Just swallow this and then you can go back to sleep, okay?"

Tim swallows the pill and the water obediently. His eyes are barely open. When the water is gone, Cassie leans over and smacks a loud kiss on his forehead. Before she leaves, she turns back to call, "Get better soon, okay, co-leader?"

He lies back down, whimpering only slightly when he accidentally falls a little too hard onto the pillow. "Urghhh."

"Need to throw up?"

"No..." Tim lifts his arms to cover his head. "I'm fine," he says, muffled. "You don't have to babysit me."

Kon hums. The bed dips again. The comforter lifts, and then Kon is pressing up against Tim's side. Immediately, without question, Tim curls into him. An ingrained habit, a natural instinct.

"You know, I think you're right. It is the perfect time for a nap."

Tim wants to argue, but his head is fuzzy again. A gentle pressure pushes him more firmly into Kon's arms. He huffs out a breath, feeling Kon's warmth seep into his own skin. And then, like a wink, Tim's gone.

#timkon #tim drake #conner kent #kon el superboy #young justice #timkon fanfiction #beanfics #got motion sickness from viddy games so i went to take a nap :(#i have another version of this. coming soon

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sugarmelin · 11 months

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Can you do pls yandere mafia Bang Chan kidnapped you or jealous?

Wakey wakey~

Paring: Skz/Bang Chan x Reader

Warning: yandere, mafia au, kidnapping, drugs and ect...

Minors do not interact

Dan Bi note: Hello there sweetcheek! I was not sure what kind you wanted. If you ordered again, tell me some details dear ! I might turn this into a series, not sure~ enjoy!!!

Your eyes shot open, head filled with headache making you groan. Everything was blurry, you blink a few times to get used to the light above you. Your back was against a wall while slowly forced your head up.

Looking around, you assumed that you were in a basement but still, everything was kinda blurry. A smell filled your nose, but you couldn't understand what it was.

The place looked like it had been cleaned, but it felt like you weren't the only person who was here before. Finally founding out what the smell was after gaining some sense... it was blood.

You look at yourself, a thick chain around your waistline, your hands cuffed on each side of your head above you, chains connected to it and goes near the ceiling. It looks like it continued but to the other side of the wall, maybe end to some heavy weights.

You finally asked yourself... Where were you?Yeah you were kidnapped but why?

You mind went to the moment before you were blackout, you were walking home after hanging out in the park with your friends at midnight like every Friday night. you made sure your friends made it to their houses safely and not hyping up some cockroaches that are fighting each other. you laughed at that memory.

There parents thanked you for bringing their children back to their home, all of them offering you a drive to your apartment because it was really late but you kindly denied them all, wanting some alone time with yourself.

That's why you were the last one going back home while thinking about adopting a kitty from a shelter because you were thinking about it for weeks now.

While walking, you felt like your being followed. You looked back and saw a person dressed up all black, You didn't pay any mind. You were also wearing black, but something didn't feel right.

After a few walks you stopped at your track, paying close attention to the sounds around you but you heard nothing. Meaning the person you saw also stopped walking.

'Run.'

That thought crossed your mind and you started running, hearing the same footsteps you heard coming after you.

While you kept running, you saw a pedestrian near you. When you were about to run across it, a black van stopped you, It startled you a little before running past it from the other side of it.

"GET HER!" Someone yelled behind you. when you looked back while running, you saw four boys coming out of the van and starting to run toward you.

'Shit.' You cursed, while keep running you passed an alleyway but someone grabbed your arm and pulled you towards their chest making you yelp, locking their arms around you.

'Yep, classic.' You thought to yourself before reverse headbutting them, making them groan and let go of you. When you come out of the alleyway and started running again, someone else grabbed you hard and pulls you towards them again but their left arm come around your neck, your hands clawing at it. A cloth came against your nose and mouth, making your eyes go wide and shaking your head left and right, the cloth was definitely drugged with something.

You went grab the pocket knife you had in your back pocket that you had for the Necessary times and when you were about to stab his arm, another boy grabbed the knife out of your hand, making an 'Ah ah ah~' sound while moving his index finger like he was scolding a baby. you glare at him.

The drug was finely making your eyes go heavy and your body go numb While seven boys surround you, eyeing you like you were their meal.

"Night Night princess~"

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

While you were zoning out, the door to the basement opened. Making you come out of your daze. Slowly standing up, making sure not to move fast because you weren't fully conscious at the moment and doing that, makes your headache worse and gives you dizziness. Eyes never leaving his.

"Well well, look who woke up from their nap~" The man laughed, but he seemed familiar... like you saw him somewhere.

Then it clicked! It was that blue hair guy who came every Tuesday or Thursday to the Café you work in, ordering an iced americano & latte with some chocolate chip cookies. Giving death glare to every boy back who came in touch with your hands while being on the line of the takeout.

"What? Not happy to see me again?~" he said while slowly walking towards you, like he was coming towards a wild animal.

You only give him a blank face. Observing his every move. Slowly glaring at him with every step he took towards you.

When he was finally in front of you, he tried to touch your cheek but you immediately went to bite his hand. He pulled his hand back, almost about to get his hand bitten.

"Ah ah~ sweetie, we don't bite people we love" He scold you.

"No shit dickhead." You said before trying to come towards him, but he went back making you follow him. The chains that were on you ended at some point, holding you back just inches away from his face with that stupid grin. Tagging on the chains, trying to free yourself from it, and definitely there would be bruises on your wrists, to fucking punch him in his nuts.

"Don't make me hurt the only family members you have." That made you quiet, you don't know what his capable of.

"What do you want from me?.."

He chuckled.

"You."

"Me?"

He chuckled again before grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger. Looking at your lips, licking his own before looking at your eyes.

"Others are waiting for you~"

Like & reblog are appreciated and tell me what do you think~

Don't forget to eat, drink water, love and take care of yourself and body ! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ~~♡

Hope you enjoyed !

See you on the next chapter cupcakes ! maybe not~

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muffinpink02 · 27 days

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Co-Host part 3

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Part 4 here

Warnings - Smut

Three months had passed.

And both girls were miserable.

They were miserable with themselves, but when they were together they were in heaven, a miserable heaven. The girls had kept their arrangement to just sex. No staying over, no feelings mentioned, no ‘what are we?’ Not even cuddles after sex.

But now and again they would linger after sex, they, talk about shows, friends, plans. They laughed and spoke about anything and everything. But nothing about the situation.

It was bitter sweet, it felt so good but it would never last long.

Leah and Lucy had kept up the game of fuck buddies for three months, but we all know that game doesn’t last without someone catching feelings.

Especially when the feelings were always there. And only getting stronger.

The only thing that hadn’t been mentioned was other people.

It was as if a silent agreement had been made between the pair. Neither girl was sleeping with anyone else, wasn’t seeing anyone else.

For now.

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Lucy pulled up her jeans, she looked around Leah’s room for her bra.

“I have a date this weekend.” The blonde blurted out, she was naked on the bed. Leah watched Lucys face for any sign of emotion.

Lucy stopped as she was pulling her shirt over her head. She turned slowly to Leah, the brunettes face was hard to gage, she didn’t look thrilled but she didn’t look sad either.

“Oh, okay. I guess you wanna stop this then?”

Leah opened her mouth but nothing came out. Yes, she wanted to stop this, she wanted “This” to be more than what it was, she wanted to talk. She wanted Lucy for more than just sex.

“I don’t have to go.”

Lucy looked over at Leah. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Who’s the date with?” Lucy wasn’t looking at Keira.

“A mutual friend, my friend’s been pushing me for a while to go on a date with her.”

Lucy stared at Leah in her vanity, there was so much she wanted to say but she didn’t.

“Right well, I guess this is us done. Enjoy your date.”

Lucy didn’t give Leah time to respond, she couldn’t. She could feel her chest tightening up, her legs felt like they were going to give in.

Lucy walked out of Leah’s house, the tears were streaming down her face. She felt like a knife had stabbed her in her heart a thousand times over.

Leah sobbed in her pillow, she didn’t want this, she didn’t want to loose Lucy. She said yes to the date to mostly get her friends off her case. She was never planning on really going, she was always going to cancel it.

She also wanted to see how Lucy would react to the news, but she didn’t get the reaction she wanted.

A small part of her hopped Lucy would say she should cancel, that they should go on a date. She wanted Lucy to hold her and tell her she’s more than a booty call, more than whatever this is.

She wanted so much more, but this had been going on for months, clearly Lucy didn’t want anything more, she made that very obvious in the beginning of all of this and very obvious now.

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A couple of days had passed, and the girls hadn’t spoken since that night. Leah had looked over their messages, they mostly consisted of ‘need a hand’ or ‘free for fun?’ she wanted to text Lucy. She wanted to tell her to come over, carry on with their agreement. But she knew it wasn’t working, she was only hurting herself.

So she decided to go on the date, she wanted to try and see if she could get over Lucy. She didn’t want to feel this way anymore, she wanted Lucy but Lucy didn’t want her that way.

Lucy had cried everyday since that night. She wanted to tell Leah how she felt, that she didn’t want her to go on the date. She wanted to be the one to take her out, she wanted to show her how much she wanted her for more than just sex.

She knew what they were doing was stupid, she hated that she made out like that’s all she wanted from Leah. Lucy just wanted to protect herself from getting hurt. Leah leaving her in the hotel made Lucy put up a wall, and Lucy was good with her walls.

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Saturday rolled around and Leah slowly got ready for her date. She was forcing herself to go. She had nearly cancelled about 100 times over. But she knew she couldn’t keep this up with Lucy, it was breaking her. But it didn’t stop her from thinking about the brunette constantly.

She decided on wearing a cream skirt and a black vest top, with a smart jacket. She wore her hair down with a slight curl. She went with light make up, finishing off the look with a pair of black heels.

She made her way to the bar, not feeling excited or nervous, in all honesty she felt empty but she knew she needed to push herself.

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Leah was standing outside the bar, she took a deep breath, put on a smile and made her into the bar.

She spotted Claire at a table, they had met a couple times before through their mutual friend. They greeted each other with a hug and started their date.

Claire was cute, she was intelligent, funny and a genuinely nice person. Leah was polite, she laughed at her jokes, she asked questions, she listened to Claire talk about her work. But it wasn’t what she wanted, she wasn’t Lucy.

A couple hours later and three drinks in the date came to an end. Claire clearly didn’t notice Leah was checked out.

“So did you want to go to another bar? Or come back to mine? I live 10 minutes down the road.”

Leah blinked a couple of times before she opened her mouth.

“Oh erm, I can’t. I have training early tomorrow. I erm, yeah sorry. I’ve had a great time though.”

Claire looked deflated but she smiled at Leah. “Oh, no that’s okay, I had a lot of fun. Get home safe.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Leah watched as Claire walked away, she felt bad, she really did, but she hadn’t stoped thinking about the brunette. She pulled out her phone.

Leah - I need a hand

Lucy replied instantly.

Lucy - what about your date?

Leah - I wasn’t picturing them fucking me, I was picturing you

Lucy - I’ll be there in 10

Leah - I’m closer to yours, I’ll come to you

Lucy - okay

Leah hailed down a black cab. Gave the address and she was on her way.

Once again Leah knew this wasn’t right, but Lucy almost felt like a drug to her, she needed her, she needed to feel her, smell her, taste her.

She pulled up to the house, she paid the cab driver and thanked him. She walked up to Lucy’s door, ready to knock. But the door swung open.

Lucy stood there in her grey tracksuit bottoms and a black T shirt, looking as fuckable as ever.

Leah grabbed her by her T-shirt and pulled her in for a deep, hard kiss.

Lucy didn’t think twice, she pulled Leah in closer to her, more than happy to have the girls lips against hers. The kisses were desperate and heated, both fighting for dominance.

Lucy pushed Leah hard against the front door, causing it to close. She attacked Leah’s neck, biting hard against her skin. After months of sharing each other beds, Lucy knew exactly what Leah liked and didn’t like. She knew how to make her scream, she knew how to make her body shake and how to make her pussy squirt.

She sucked hard on Leah’s neck, loving the whimpering noises coming from the blonde. She would normally make sure not to leave any marks on show, but tonight she didn’t care. Lucy wanted to leave marks all over Leah’s body. She wanted to leave her marked up for everyone to see, she wanted Leah to be hers.

Leah could hardly breathe, Lucy was taking over her senses, she could feel her teeth and tongue sucking hard on her neck. She knew she was leaving a mark but she didn’t care. She would let Lucy do whatever she wanted to do to her tonight, because she was going to do everything to her.

“Your room.” Leah breathed hard.

Lucy grabbed Leah by the hand and dragged her down the hall to her room. Leah didn’t wait around, she started to pull Lucy’s T-shirt over her head. Lucy began to pull Leah’s skirt over her heels.

Both girls wouldn’t take their eyes off each other, their bedroom antics were always hot and heavy but tonight felt extra intense, more desperate. It was like they hadn’t seen each other in months. Both girls were breathing hard, pulling at each other clothes.

Lucy had stripped Leah down to her underwear. The blonde was wearing a very sexy red lace set that Lucy hadn’t seen before. The brunette wondered if they were new, or had she bought it for her date?

Leah bent down to take her heels off.

“No, leave them on.”

Leah smiled wickedly at Lucy.

She pulled Lucy by her girl boxers towards the dressing table, she dropped to her knees looking up at Lucy through her lashes.

Lucy felt herself getting wet, she had seen Leah in this position plenty of times now, but something felt different tonight.

Leah began to kiss up Lucy’s thighs, she felt Lucy lean back on the dresser, she looked up to see Lucy’s intense green eyes on her.

She slowly pulled down Lucy’s boxers, she could see she was wet, her lips were glistening. Leah felt her mouth water at the beautiful site, she thought she’d never get to see Lucy like this again.

Lucy tucked her fingers in Leah’s hair, slowly pushing the strands out of her face.

Leah leaned forward and took a slow, delicate lick from the bottom of Lucy’s lips to the top, not actually dipping her tongue in. She wanted to taste every drop of Lucy before she began.

Lucy’s fingers stroked Leah’s scalp, causing the blonde to shiver. She leaned herself forward taking another long stroke at Lucy’s lips, dipping her tongue into her wet folds.

Lucy hissed at the touch, she had been turned on the minute Leah texted her. Like Leah, she didn’t think she was ever going to really see the girl again, let alone in this position.

Leah moaned at the taste of Lucy, she lost count how many times she had Lucy juices on her tongue but she still couldn’t get over how good she tasted every time.

Lucy began to slowly grind her hips into the blondes mouth, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Leah. She looked incredible on her knees, and the heels were an extra sexy cherry on top.

Leah began to suck Lucy’s clit just the way she liked it, she moved her tongue slowly but firm over the bud of nerves. She felt Lucy grip her hair, her hips began to move faster into her mouth. Leah was amazing with her tongue, Lucy could watch her do this all day,

“Fuck you look so good Leah. Did you wear those for me or your date?”

Leah laughed internally. So, Lucy was jealous?

She moved her mouth with a loud, wet popping motion, Lucy wetness was all over her lips.

“Is someone jealous?”

Lucy smiled smugly at Leah. “How can I be? You’re on your knees for me .”

Leah smiled, she kissed Lucy’s wet lips, closing her eyes as she did. She took another long lick from Lucy’s pussy. Causing the brunette to jolt. Her hands gripping tighter in Leah’s hair.

Leah continued. “Do you like it?”

Lucy chuckled breathlessly, her head tilted to the side as she watched Leah. “Yeah, you should wear red more often. It looks good on you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She winked at Lucy, and went back to her task at hand. Sucking Lucy’s sensitive clit into her mouth.

“Fuck.”

Lucy’s head titled back in pleasure, she loved it when Leah was cocky, it turned her on like there was no tomorrow.

Leah sucked and licked at Lucy’s pussy, the girl was wet, her juices and Leah’s spit were starting to drip down the blondes chin, slowly making its way down her neck and chest.

Lucy could feel her climax coming, her stomach began to tighten, she pushed herself deeper onto Leah’s tongue. She grabbed Leah’s hair into a pony tail, grinding her hips into her mouth. Small moans escaped the brunettes mouth, she felt her legs start to shake.

Leah worked her tongue hard, wanting to give Lucy everything she needed. She could hear Lucy’s breathing quicken, she could feel her thighs shaking. She sucked and licked at Lucy’s throbbing clit, while she thrusted into her face.

“Fuck Lee, just like that, just like that. Yes, baby don’t stop.”

Leah loved it when Lucy called her by her nickname, it made her heart flutter, it would always spur her on.

Lucy fucked Leah’s face, her orgasm began to take over her body. She looked down one last time at Leah, she would never get over how good she looked on her knees for her like this.

Her orgasm was powerful, she moaned loudly as she continued to fuck Leah’s face. Leah sucked on Lucy’s clit, feeling Lucy push her head deeper between her legs, Lucy’s hands gripped at her hair.

Leah licked at her folds as she came in her mouth, she could feel Lucy’s wetness seeping down her tongue. She didn’t want to waste a drop of it, swallowing what she could.

Lucy breathed hard as she moved Leah’s head from her legs. She looked down at the blonde to see her own juices string from Leah’s mouth to her pussy.

She looked so fucking good.

“You drive me crazy Leah.”

Lucy’s voice was low, she sounded desperate.

Leah stood up on her heels, she could feel her underwear was soaked. But she wasn’t done with Lucy.

“I want to fuck you. Go lay on the bed.”

Lucy smiled, she did what she was told and laid on the bed.

Leah knew where Lucy kept all their toys, they had built quite a collection over the three months. They each had their own dildos, many different sizes and colours.

Leah strapped herself up, she had Lucy’s favourite 7 inch dildo on.

Lucy waited patiently for Leah, she watched the blonde getting herself ready. She loved it when Leah took charge, Lucy had taken on more of a dominant role in their sexual activities but she loved how versatile they both were in the bedroom.

Leah took off her heels, as much as it was hot she needed to have her balance.

She knew Lucy was wet but she lathered the dildo up in lube. She approached the bed, Lucy was watching her, she could tell she was excited, it had been a little while since they used the strap on her.

Leah climbed on the bed, not once taking her eyes off Lucy. She crawled up to the brunette, kneeling between her strong tanned legs. She placed her hands on Lucy’s knees, that were now shaking.

“Open your legs for my baby.”

Lucy opened her legs without hesitation.

Leah pressed her body against Lucy’s, their faces were nose to nose, the dildo was touching the brunettes thighs. Leah kissed her gently, she loved having Lucy like this, it was rare to see the girl so vulnerable.

She began to kiss Lucy’s neck, with gentle kisses. She knew it was one of Lucy’s turn ons, whenever her neck was touched in any type of way, she became putty in Leah’s hands.

Lucy’s breathing began to quicken, she couldn’t stop to small groans coming from her mouth. She could feel herself getting wet again.

Leah smirked. “I love it when you make that noise.” She breathed in Lucy’s ear.

Lucy bit her lip, her head moving to the side.

Leah continued. “You ready for me Luce?”

Lucy nodded. Not trusting her words.

“Good girl.”

Lucy eyes fluttered from Leah’s words, she like Leah, had a little praise kink.

Leah held the dildo in her hand, slowly easing it into Lucy’s cunt. She knew Lucy could take it but she would always go slow. At first.

Lucy let out another groan, Leah began to kiss her neck again as she pushed herself into Lucy’s tight pussy, she could feel even feel through the strap that she was tight.

She loved being close to Lucy like this. It felt so intimate, like Lucy was giving her all of her, no walls up, just them.

She pumped her hips slowly, loving the small whimpers coming from the brunette. She stayed on her neck, kissing and sucking on Lucy’s skin.

“Fuck Lee. You feel so good.”

Lucy felt full, her pussy already began to throb, she began to move her hips with Leah’s rhythm.

Leah’s hips moved faster, happy enough to feel Lucy was already comfortable. She pushed deeper into the brunette, bottoming out with the strap, Lucy let out a mess of groans and moans, her body trembling under Leah.

“You make the best noises Luce.” She sucked on Lucy’s neck.

Leah began to take deep, long strokes, working her stomach and legs. She watched as Lucy’s face was taken over by pure pleasure.

Lucy’s hands glided down Leah’s back, she reached for her arse cheeks and grabbed hard, causing the blonde to moan.

Leah’s hips moved faster, mouth still on Lucy’s neck, Lucy’s perfume was taken over her senses, the brunettes moaning was dripping into Leah’s ears. The brunettes moans pushed Leah to go faster and deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, Leah, oh my god.”

Leah loved fucking Lucy like this, she loved when the girl was unable to form any kind of sentence just from the pure bliss of Leah’s hips.

Leah pushed herself on her knees, wanting to switch the position. She pushed Lucy’s right knee up, pushing the strap even deeper into the girl.

Lucy couldn’t hold the high pitched whimpers coming from her mouth. Leah was fucking her so deeply it almost took her breath away. She gripped the sheets needing something to hold onto while Leah fucked her into not knowing her own name.

Leah didn’t hold back, she pumped her hips at a rapid pace, fucking Lucy like it was the last thing she would do on earth.

She looked down at Lucy’s perfect body, watched as the strap glided in and out of her wet pussy, her juices everywhere covering the top of her thighs. Her body was glistening in sweat from how hard Leah worked her.

The noises coming from between their bodies was almost criminal, wet skin slapping was echoing throughout the room, nearly drowning out Lucy’s whimpers.

“You take it so well Luce.” Leah’s voice was rough from her movements. “You take my dick so well. Do you think I should let you cum?”

Lucy’s eyes were closed, she could just about form a coherent sentence, but she knew Leah would stop her movements if she didn’t try.

“Please Leah, please make me cum.”

She thoughts about her next words carefully.

“I - I, fuck. I’ve missed you Lee.”

Leah wasn’t expecting to hear that. Lucy’s voice sounded small. She didn’t stop her movements, she couldn’t. Not now.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Luce.”

Leah placed her hand under Lucy’s chin, making them look hard at each other. It felt like a blanket of sadness had hit both of them.

Leah snaked her hand down Lucy’s body, watching Lucy’s face. She reached her very sensitive clit. As soon as her finger brushed over it Lucy whimpered loudly, grabbing on to Leah’s hand behind her knee.

“Lee please, please.”

Leah began to draw tight circles against the bundle of nerves, earning her more high pitched whimpers from the brunette.

Lucy’s mouth began to gape, making that beautiful face Leah loved to see. Her face seemed to let go of every emotion she had that day and would turn into pure ecstasy.

Lucy’s body began to shake, her whimpering stopped, alone with her breathing. Leah felt her body tense up, her abs clenched, Leah swore she felt Lucy’s walls pull on the strap.

She came hard, her hips thrusted against Leah’s fingers, trying to get everything she could. A half moan, whimpering noise left her mouth. She looked beautiful.

Leah slowed her movements, pumping slowly into Lucy. Once she could tell Lucy had finished she lowered herself to Lucy’s face. She kissed her lips gently, then moved her lips down to Lucy’s neck, kissing her sweat soaked skin.

“Lee, Leah. I …. fuck, that was…. Wow.” Lucy chuckled.

Leah smiled against her skin. Lucy’s walls always came down in moments like this, showing a much softer side to her that not many people got to see.

Leah kept her hips moving, pumping slowly into Lucy. She wanted to go another round, she took Lucy’s hands in her own and raised them above Lucy’s head.

Lucy began to whimper again, Leah kept her movements slow and deep. She sucked on one spot on Lucy’s neck. Lucy squirmed underneath the blonde, her body was clearly taking a lot but Leah couldn’t help herself, there was something about fucking Lucy like this that was her own selfish pleasure.

“You going to take me some more Luce? I know you can.”

Lucy breathed hard, her hands shaking under Leah grip. She was stronger than Leah so she could push her off if she wanted to, but there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted everything that was Leah right now.

“Yeah, but go slow, I’m so sensitive.”

“I will baby.” She kissed Lucy’s lips, slipping her tongue deep into the back of her throat. Lucy moaning in the process.

“I’ll always look after you.”

Leah’s whole body was skin to skin with Lucy’s, their skin stuck to each other from their sweat. Leah pumped into Lucy with deep strokes, the moaning coming from Lucy was delicious.

Leah could feel her own clit throbbing, she knew she wouldn’t get off like this but watching Lucy take her so well was driving her own orgasm close.

She kept Lucy’s hands above her head, but moved her right hand down south. It was a tight squeeze between their bodies but she made it work.

As soon as she touched the older girls clit, Lucy gasped in her ear. She rubbed softly this time, knowing Lucy was extremely sensitive, she pushed hard but rubbed small gentle circles on her clit.

Lucy held her breath, she was in another world, her body was already exhausted but she felt amazing, her pussy was pulsating hard around the dildo. She could feel her orgasm approaching already.

She came again, her body jolted hard, her muscles twitched. Lucy let out a silent moan, her skin burning under Leah’s hot sweaty body. She felt like she was about to pass out, her body was shattered, drenched in sweat, her chest heaved heavy with her breathing.

Leah kissed her forehead and gently pulled out of her. Lucy gasped from how sensitive she was, holding Leah’s hips and she moved back.

Leah stripped out of the harness, making her way back to the bed, collapsing on her back, next to Lucy, breathing hard.

Lucy chuckled. “Are you trying to kill me? I can’t feel my body.”

Leah giggled. “I can’t help it, you’re just so fuckable.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, laughing at Leah’s words.

“Well you’re going to have to give me a minute. I can’t move.” Lucy breathed out.

“Hmm you don’t have to move.”

Leah pulled herself up, crawling up the head board of Lucy’s bed, she ducked down next to Lucy’s ear. “Can I ride your face?”

Lucy groaned, she loved Leah sitting on her face. It was one of her most favourite positions. Lucy nodded fast , she didn’t need to be asked twice.

Leah smiled and lifted her leg over Lucy’s chest, shuffling herself just above Lucy’s chest.

Lucy had seen Leah wet before, but she had never seen her quite like this, her thighs were dripping with her own wetness. Her lips were soaked in thick juices. Lucy was in her own heaven. A Leah heaven.

Leah held on to the headboard, slowly lowering herself, she was so turned on her pussy was throbbing in pain. She felt Lucy’s breath hit her wet lips, sending shivers up her spine. Leah had worked herself up, she could already feel her legs shaken from anticipation.

Lucy snaked her hands up Leah’s firm thighs. “You look so good Leah. You’re so wet.”

Leah let out a small rough chuckle. “Luce, your breath is tickling me.”

Lucy raised her head and gently kissed Leah’s lips. Some of Leah’s juice stuck to her lips, she licked her mouth, finally getting to taste her favourite flavour again.

“You’re wet everywhere Lee, let me clean you up.”

Lucy greedily licked up at Leah’s thighs, licking up the wetness off her skin.

“Fuck.” Leah closed her eyes and let out a shakey breath

Lucy gently pulled her down to her awaiting mouth. She took a long, strong lick through Leah’s lips, groaning as she did.

“You always taste so good.” She took another quick lick. “I could eat you out all day.”

“Fuck Luce, your mouth. I lo- ahh.

Oh my god.”

Lucy captured Leah’s swollen clit into her mouth, she sucked gently on her bundle of nerves. Loving the noises coming from Leah’s mouth.

Leah groaned loudly, her eyes rolling back into her head, Lucy knew exactly what Leah liked. She began to lick quick strokes between Leah’s velvety folds, she could hear how wet Leah was.

Leah loved Lucy’s tongue, she loved how she could use it. She moaned as she felt Lucy take what she wanted from her, moving her tongue around in tight circles on her sensitive nerves.

Leah began to gently grind her hips into Lucy’s mouth, moaning as she did it. She looked down at Lucy, her eyes were closed in full concentration. Leah dipped her fingers into Lucy’s hair, loving the feeling of her soft hair between her fingers.

She pulled Lucy closer to her pussy, grinding harder into her mouth. She loved the control she had in this position, loved taking what she wanted, loved that Lucy also loved it.

She started to feel her climax bubble, her legs began to shake, her breathing came out in small raspy bursts.

Lucy pulled Leah in closer, roaming her tongue all over Leah’s folds. Leah’s wetness was drenching Lucy’s face.

“Fuck Luce, I’m close, I’m going to cum.”

Lucy kept up her movements with her tongue, sucking perfectly on Leah’s clit.

Leah kept her hand in Lucy’s hair, guiding her head, fucking her mouth gently. Lucy moaned at the movement, moaning on Leah’s clit, giving her that one last push.

She felt her orgasm take over her body, the blonde let out a low moan, rocking her hips into Lucy’s mouth.

“Luce, Lu- fuck, fuck, don’t stop.”

Lucy could feel Leah’s wetness gushing into her mouth, dripping down her chin. She grabbed the girls arse, pushing her into her mouth, wanting to get every drop of the blonde.

“I can’t eve- ….. your tongue. Fu-…”

Leah leaned forward against the headboard, keeping herself from crushing Lucy. She could feel the brunettes beautiful tongue ease her down from her high. Her breathing was hard, her chest rising and falling, trying to catch her breath.

She felt Lucy start to lick at her cunt again, but she couldn’t take any more, not in this position anyway.

Leah let out a breathless giggle. “No, I can’t. I can’t take it.”

She moved off of Lucy, rolling on to her stomach next to the brunette, she looked over to see Lucy’s face was smeared with her wetness. She smiled at Leah with that smile Leah loved.

“Ergh you look so good like that.” Leah smiled at Lucy.

Another blanket of sadness hit Leah, she wished this was something she could have without the dread of knowing it would end.

Lucy laughed, her eyes roaming up and down Leah’s body.

“Go get your strap.”

Leah felt her pussy clench. She rolled off the bed to their toy box. She got her favourite strap, fixing it into the harness, ready for Lucy to wear.

Lucy sat up taking her harness from Leah, putting the harness on with ease.

“Face down, arse up.” Lucy smiled wickedly at Leah. She knew this was Leah’s favourite position to be fucked in.

Before Leah could go to the bed, Lucy grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her in for a gentle, but extremely passionate kiss. Leah was more than happy to be kissed by Lucy but the kiss felt different, it felt like there was something behind it.

Lucy turned Leah around, she guided Leah to the bed, kissing her neck and back. Leah was in heaven, Lucy was always gentle with her, she never made her feel like she was being too rough even if they were dominating with each other. But Lucy was showing a bit more of a softer side, and Leah was confused but didn’t question it.

“You ready Lee?” Lucy ghosted Leah’s ear.

Leah stuttered. “Yeah, so ready. Feel me.”

Leah grabbed Lucy’s hand and guided it to her pussy. Lucy groaned at the wetness between Leah’s lips.

“Is that all for me baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Get on the bed and bend over.”

Leah bent over on the mattress, feeling Lucy guide her by her neck. She felt the dildo bounce on her arse and between her thighs.

She felt Lucy push at her legs, Leah automatically opened them wider. She could hear Lucy squeezing lube on the dildo, she arched her back, her head between her own arms, the familiar smell of Lucy’s lavender sheets flooded her nose.

She felt Lucy slide the head of the dildo up and down her entrance, she could feel her pussy getting wetter.

Lucy slowly pushed the head of the dildo into Leah, watching it go in, inch by inch.

Leah held her breath, feeling the dildo stretch her out.

Lucy noticed. “Relax your body Leah.” She stroked Leah’s spine, making the girl instantly relax.

“Good, thats it.”

Lucy pushed herself in until her thighs were skin to skin with Leah. She held on to Leah’s hips as she slowly pumped her own hips, not wanting to go too fast, she knew Leah had to get used to the girth of this strap.

Leah panted hard, she was grateful Lucy was going slow, her body was still adjusting to the pressure of the dildo.

“You look so good Lee, you always look so good.” Lucy stroked Leah’s back, in a soothing motion, making Leah shiver.

Leah whimpered softly, she slowly backed her hips to Lucy, giving Lucy the green light to move faster.

Lucy did just that, she pumped her hips a little faster, one hand still on Leah’s back.

Leah let out a louder whimper, the dildo rubbing against her tight walls, she could feel her pussy throbbing around the plastic.

“So you thought about me tonight? While you were on your date? Fucking you like this?”

Leah groaned, Lucy always spoke to her when she had her in this position. Lucy would normally tell her how good Leah was being for her, or how good her pussy looked or how well she could take her.

She could make Leah say anything she wanted, and Leah knew what Lucy wanted to hear. It was the truth after all.

Leah stuttered. “Ye - yeah. I thought about you all night.”

Lucy’s movements got quicker.

“You thought about me fucking you.”

“Yes. I thought abo - about you fucking me.”

“That’s naughty Lee, what about your date? Was she not good enough?”

Lucy began to pump harder. Her breathing became hard, but Leah knew the brunette could keep this up for hours if she wanted. The girl never got tired.

Leah held on to the sheets, she couldn’t control the movements anymore, this was all Lucy, she had a strong grip on her waist, controlling their movements.

Leah just about got the next words out.

“Sh- she, she wasn’t …I wan- … you. I want you Luce.”

“You’ve got me Leah.”

Lucy pulled Leah up by her hips, her chest was now against Leah’s back. She kissed Leah’s neck, holding her chin up, still pumping into her.

Lucy whispered in Leah’s ear. “You’ve got me Lee.”

Lucy snaked her hand down between Leah’s legs, circling tight circles on her clit. The girl was drenched.

A loud whimper escaped Leah’s mouth, she was so overwhelmed, a fuzziness consumed her brain. Lucy was saying things she didn’t think she’d ever hear her say. She put her hand behind Lucy’s neck, wanting to feel as close as she could to the girl. It was the most intimate she’d felt with Lucy since the hotel room.

“I’ve missed you Luce, I….fuck… I’ve missed you so much.”

Lucy felt a pain in her chest, she wanted to tell Leah how much she wanted her, how much she wanted to be hers. She held the girl tighter to her chest.

“I’ve missed you too. I want you Lee.”

“I want you Luce.”

Lucy didn’t know how she was keeping up her movements considering her mind was going a millions miles per hour. She kept up her pace, she began to kiss Leah’s neck again, kissing right up to her ear.

“I love you like this, you’re so pretty when you cum, are you going to come for me?”

Lucy had never said the word love in any sentence before and definitely not in the bedroom. Leah heard it straight away. It felt like they were pushing the invisible line more and more.

She could feel her own legs shaken now, her belly started to coil. She held on to Lucy tightly, wanting nothing but her, wanting to feel her as close as she could.

Lucy could hear Leah was close, she wanted her to feel as good as she made her.

“Thats it Lee, you’re so close. Let me hear you. I love hearing you, I love the noises you make. Fuck you feel so good.”

The words pushed her to the edge, Leah let out an animalistic moan, her body was shaken, her orgasm was intense, shattering through her body. She felt Lucy pull her tighter as her body went limp.

Leah opened her eyes, trying to catch her breath. “Oh my fuck, Luce…. Fuck.”

When Leah feels herself coming down from her high, she feels Lucy lips against her skin. Bring her back to her senses.

She kissed Leah’s shoulders gently, while she slowly pulled the strap out of the blonde.

Tiredness took over Leah’s body, she laid down on her front, exhausted from their activities.

Lucy took off her harness, watching the blonde on her bed. She crawled on the bed next to Leah, kissing her back as she moved herself up the bed.

Goosebumps ran over her body, she was sensitive all over, Leah giggled at the touch, letting out a contempt sign.

“I wanted to eat you out again.” Lucy husked into her ear.

Leah groaned, feeling butterflies dip in her stomach.

“You don’t stop do you? Give me 2 minutes I just need to catch my breath.”

“Not when you look that good.” Lucy chuckled lying next to Leah. She easily moved the blondes body, so she could spoon her, getting as physically close as she could.

Within minutes sleep took over the pair.

A few big rule was broken that night.

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Leah woke to feel a warm sensation on her back, she was confused at where she was, she’d never woken up in Lucy’s before.

She felt the warm sensation move, she realised it was Lucy’s chest against her back. She realised she fell asleep, that was something they agreed they wouldn’t do.

Shit.

Lucy felt movement next to her, making her wake. She opened her eyes to see Leah’s blonde hair, smelling her familiar shampoo.

The sun beamed in through the curtains, Lucy realised what was going on. She felt conflicted, she wanted nothing more than Leah to be here, be next to her but she knew Leah didn’t want that.

She backed herself away from Leah, giving the girl space.

Leah felt the coldness hit her back. She knew Lucy must have woken up, she’s giving Leah a hint to leave.

Leah feels tears prick at her eyes but she holds them back. She doesn’t want Lucy to see her cry.

She slowly gets herself up, her eyes darting across the room for her clothes. She dresses quickly, not bringing herself to look at Lucy.

She’s fully dressed, she looks over at Lucy who’s been watching her the whole time.

“Erm, sorry about this. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I must have passed out.”

It hurts Lucy that Leah didn’t mean to stay, or didn’t want to stay. It honestly was the best night sleep she’s had in almost a year.

She pulls the covers up to her chest covering herself. “Ah no it’s fine, I better get on. I’ve got training anyways.”

It’s a bad lie, she doesn’t have training and Leah knows that. So it hurts even more to think Lucy can’t even make up a half decent fib to get Leah out of her way.

Leah bites her lip, she goes to say something but she just nods and walks out.

Lucy pulls the covers over her head, as she hears her front door close. Once again losing Leah.

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Lucy texts Leah on Monday. She didn’t want sex, she just wanted to see Leah. She wanted to talk. She wrote what she knew best.

Lucy - needing a hand

It’s what they always text, nothing more, nothing less.

Leah - sorry I can’t, busy

It was the first time either of them had ever said no.

She stared at her screen, Lucy felt her hands shake, she felt so stupid. How could she have thought Leah wanted her, after all these months the blonde didn’t ever indicate that she wanted anything more, so why now?

She made her way to her in home gym, taking out everything on her punching bag.

It had been two weeks since they last saw each other. Two weeks since they last spoke. Lucy had been a wreck, she had hardly spoke to anyone. Keeping herself to herself.

She was flicking through Netflix when she heard her door go, for a brief moment she wondered if it was Leah.

She made her way to the front door, she opened it but it wasn’t Leah. It was Keira.

The look on her face must have giving away something to the shorter girl.

“Oh nice to see you to. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sorry. Come in.”

Keira walked in to the familiar home, she made her way into the kitchen, Lucy followed behind her.

The younger girl sat at the island, looking at Lucy.

“Put the kettle on then, gosh have you lost your hospitality manners?”

Lucy laughed, no matter the mood she was in Keira always knew how to make her laugh. She put the kettle on, grabbing two tea mugs from the cupboard.

Lucy put on a brave face, she knew Keria was here to tell her off about her lack of communication with her and the girls. She knew she was ignoring the chat, she just didn’t feel like talking to anyone lately. Not since Leah.

“Right come on, what’s going on? And don’t try and lie. You know, I’ll know.”

Lucy looked at Keira, she wondered if she could tell her. They had been broken up for over a year, but would it not be awkward? In all honesty she needed someone to talk to, and Keira was her best friend, she needed her.

“Well, it’s about Leah.”

“Yeah I know.”

Lucy’s eyes bulged out of her head.

“What?”

“Yeah, you two are seeing each other. I’ve seen both your cars parked outside each others multiple times.” Keira smiled smugly at Lucy.

Lucy shock her head. “It’s more complicated than that.”

Keiras smiled dropped, she could hear the pain in Lucy’s voice. She’d obviously got this wrong.

“Right, put the bags in, talk to me.”

Lucy explained everything to Keira, from the charity event, up to the last text. Leaving out their sex details, they were close but nobody needed to know about their ex’s sexual activities.

Keira took a finishing sip from her mug, looking at Lucy with soft eyes, she felt sorry for Lucy but god was she an idiot sometimes.

“That explains a lot to be honest. God Lucy you are daft sometimes.”

Lucy screwed up her face. Why was she daft? Did she not hear what she just said?

“What, why?”

“She clearly likes you! Why on earth would she do this for so long just for a botty call? God even botty calls have more of an emotional side than what you guys have going on.”

Keira looked at Lucy with her serious face. “Come on Luce, please don’t let your walls treat Leah like this, don’t treat yourself like this. Of course she likes you, you’re likeable when you want to be.” She smiled softly at Lucy.

“I think you both need to talk, it sounds like there’s no talking going on. And even if she doesn’t want anything more than sex with you, do you really think you deserve that?”

Lucy looked at Keira, tears threatened her own eyes.

“No.”

“No, you don’t. But in all honesty I think she really likes you, sort this out Luce. Stop being so afraid, they don’t call you Tough for nothing.”

Lucy rolled her eyes at the ginger girl, chucking at her words.

“Right, I’m off. No more ignoring the chat, don’t go and roll under the covers, and do not take it all out in the gym. We’re here for you.”

Lucy hugged Keira, she loved the girl so much, even if it wasn’t in a romantic way, she would always have love for her.

“I won’t. I’m sorry. Thank you Keira”

Keira walked out the front door. Looking back at Lucy as she opened her car door. “Fix it Lucia”

The shorter girl drove off, leaving Lucy to sort out her shit.

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Leah scrolled through tiktok, when she heard her door go. She wasn’t expecting anyone, she looked through the fish eye to see who it was. She nearly dropped her phone. It was Lucy.

She hesitated to open the door, she’d spent those last two weeks trying to forget the girl, trying desperately to ignore the pain.

Trying to forget all the feelings she had for the brunette.

She opened the door to see a very nervous looking Lucy, a look she’d never seen on the girl before.

“Can we talk Lee?”

“Erm, yeah, sure. Come in.”

Lucy made her way in, she waited for Leah to lead the way. She took them into her living room, she motioned for Lucy to take a seat, she then sat as far as she could form the brunette.

“Well firstly, I’m so sorry for how our last chat went. How this has all happened.”

She paused. Trying to find the right words.

“Lee, I like you, I really, really like you. I’ve not really known how to go about it because I know you don’t feel the same, and that’s fine. But I don’t want you to think I’m like this. I’ve hated this arrangement, the rules we’ve had, only texting when we want sex. And I know I basically made those rules, and I hate myself for it. I’ve just tried to protect myself from you because I know you don’t want anything more than that, and I just didn’t want to loose you, even if it meant hurting myself.“

She looked at Leah, she could feel own eyes flooding with tears.

“And I just can’t do it anymore, it’s killing me, not being able to be with you but I need to stop this, I just can’t do it anymore.”

Lucy let out a long sigh, looking everywhere but at Leah. She was ready to be told ‘thanks but no thanks.’

Leah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Lucy wanted her, she wanted Leah, she’d always wanted her. She didn’t think Leah wanted her. Wow. What a classic example of stupid lesbians.

Leah started to cry herself, she still had so many questions, and of course those hurt feelings don’t just disappear. They clearly needed to talk but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, Lucy wanted her, Lucy actually liked her.

“Lucy, I’ve wanted more than just the sex, I’ve wanted to be with you. This has been so hard. I - I was scared to say anything because of what happened at the hotel, I was just scared. I freaked out that day. I know I shouldn’t have left with out saying anything. I know what’s why you thought I didn’t want anything more, but that’s not the case at all. You made me feel so comfortable, just being with you, I felt like I could really be myself. Even though these last couple of months have been hard, I’ve still loved every moment I’ve shared with you.”

To say Lucy was shocked was an understatement. She could feel her heart pounding hard, Leah wanted her, for more than just sex. Lucy felt a weight come off her shoulders, a small bit of hope creeping in.

The girls stared at each other, both with sad smiles on their faces, tears rolling down their cheeks.

Lucy let out a disbelieving laugh. “Wow, I can’t believe us.”

She looks at the floor, her eyes watering up.

“So you’re telling me, we both liked each other this whole time? Well I mean I hope you liked me in some way. But I mean we both wanted more?”

Leah laughed through her tears, wiping her face.

“What a pair of idiots, I guess we were just scared to lose something we both desperately wanted.”

Lucy nodded. “Can we hug?”

Leah couldn’t hold back the smile. “Of course.”

The girls held each other for a couple

of minutes, just feeling the embrace from the other. They hadn’t actually hugged before now, it felt completely right.

“I want to take you on a date.”

Leah stepped back, looking into Lucy’s eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to start over, if you’re up for it?”

Leah smiled, she wrapped her arms around Lucy’s neck.

“I’d like that.”

“Good, I also want to hold off on sex for a while. I think we should go slow. I know this had all been a lot.”

Leah nodded she would of course miss the sex but knew it was right, they needed to go slow.

They ended up watching a few films, before Lucy headed home.

Leah walked her to the door, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt.

“I’ll see you for our date then?”

Lucy smiled, all her teeth were on show.

“Definitely.”

They kissed for a couple of minutes at the door. A whole new feeling running between both girls.

“I need to stop, or I’ll break my first rule I’ve made.” She bit her lip, staring at Leah now swollen kissed lips.

They said their goodbyes at the door, as hard as it was. She needed to plan her date.

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matan4il · 4 months

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Daily update post:

Yesterday, there was a terrorist attack, two people were stabbed in the area where my mom's cousin and his wife live. I found out about it as I was returning from a medical appointment, going through a road where in Nov, a terrorist shot to death a young Israeli man.

Based on what the IDF has found of Hamas' armaments (which surpassed Israeli estimates), based on how things stand now, Hamas would be capable of continuing to fire rockets into Israel for at least 2-3 more years. That's why, even as the fighting continues, there are new defensive measures that will be built along road 232, the same road mentioned in the NYT's article about the Hamas rapes during the Oct 7 massacre.

Speaking of that article, apparently despite the insane amount of evidence in it, and mentioned recently in regards to the subject of the rapes, some are trying to deny that this part of the massacre happened. This is a perfect response (IMO) from feminists.againstantisemitism on IG:

Cyberwell, a watch dog that monitors antisemitism on social media, has reported a sharp rise in antisemitic posts since Oct 7. And not just of the new, anti-Zionist kind. There has been a rise in 1000% in posts accusing Jews of killing Jesus (yes, the Jew crucified by Romans almost 2,000 years ago... funny how you never see people going around saying Italians killed Jesus... almost like the whole thing isn't about who actually killed Jesus, and more about providing yet another excuse for antisemitism, a hatred that pre-dates Jesus), and 1600% in the hashtag saying that Hitler was right, the guy whose antisemitic, genocidal ideology, the attackers, maimers, rapists, kidnappers and murderers of Oct 7 would happily co-sign. All of this, while the world appropriates the Jewish slogan "never again" to use against Jews defending themselves. Make it make sense.

And here's a reminder that what starts online, doesn't stay online. There have been unprecedented levels of antisemitism in many places, including in New Zealand. What got to me the most is the report on antisemitic incidents targeting school kids, and that only 40% of parents report these (sometimes 'coz previous cases have not been treated right, or the school is seen as being ill-equipped to deal with antisemitism). A 2021 survey found that 60% of New Zealanders agreed with antisemitic statements, so it might be argued that this recent outburst has been waiting to happen for a while, just waiting for an excuse to.

Here's another piece that I sadly could only find in Hebrew so far. It reveals some more of the interrogations of Hamas terrorists, this time covering how Hamas terrorizes civilians in Gaza. Here's my loose translation of a testimony's summary, from a Palestinian Islamic Jihad terrorist (Muhammed Darwish Amare). It can be found (with the full testimony in the vid and appearing) at the above link: "Someone told me that they took explosives, to place them from his apartment to a spot 2 meters (6.5 feet) away from him. The man came down and told [the terrorist]: 'Oh man, how are you placing the explosives by the door, and then if they explode, my kids and I will be gone.' He responded, 'If you don't like it, then get out of here.' The apartment owner said to him, 'These are my kids, this isn't right,' and the explosives placer replied, 'I will lay them even if you don't like it, and I will even place them between you and your wife.' Then he took out his pistol and shot the apartment owner in the leg."

Another testimony, found at the same link, this one is of a former Hamas member (Zuhady Ali Zahdy Shahi): "I felt that we civilians are human shields. Why should we protect them? We want to be saved, too. That's Hamas' mistake. People left their house [during the fighting], and there was a safe passage, because the army told us to go south, that there will be food and water there. They drew a safe passage for us, and then we ran into [Hamas terrorists], who made us go into one of the neighborhoods. They told us, 'No one is going south, there are bombings, and no one can continue on the street.' We went into the Shifa hospital, and we got stuck inside. [The terrorists] sat among us, with the civilians. They were scared of the soldiers. I even argued with one of them, and told him, 'Your place isn't here, with the civilians, but downstairs [in the terror tunnels].' He told me that the moment the war would be over, he will punish me, he started threatening me." When asked what he thought of the IDF, Shahi said, "Truth is, based on what I've seen, I wish you would stay with us. If they would have stayed where we lived, we wouldn't be starving. The moment the army came into Shifa, we were scared of what would be done with us, but it was the opposite. They brought us food and water, and sat with us. We felt safe."

This is 56 years old Ilan Weiss.

His 53 years old wife Shiri and 18 years old daughter Noa were kidnapped by Hamas, and released in the hostage deal. Ilan himself, who was a member of the emergency team at kibbutz Be'eri, left his house on the morning of the massacre, as first reports came in, and wasn't heard of again. He was considered missing (meaning, it was unknown whether he was kidnapped or killed on Oct 7). Today it was announced that his body was identified, and he had been murdered during the massacre. May his memory be a blessing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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cod-z · 2 months

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Wanted to write angst, get some of my inner thoughts out because I like to mentally abuse myself. The thought of dog tags… just hurts me

TW: Angst/No comfort

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2 months ago you had said your ‘goodbyes’ to your beloved, holding one another in a long lasting embrace and giving bittersweet kisses for their safe return, your heart aching as you watch them enter the car and leave off into the distance, into the unknown as you hope that somewhere, beyond the of the human’s eyes and soul - someone is watching out for your solider.

You wait patiently for the arrival of your love, making them breakfast even when they aren’t there, putting their favourite movie and cuddling into their clothes as you imagine that they were there with you throughout the months that passed by - wondering what they were doing, if they were safe, if they were at least getting a decent amount of rest and food.

You knew of their job.

Going on missions, going off raider, no-contact for months on end, rarely contacting when they had a chance but not for long.

You agreed to this when you had decided that you’ll love them forever, be with them as your heart could give, watching the hours tick by and hoping they’ll return to you to hopefully create more memories before they go off into the fields again and disappear to who knows where. Letting that ache of your heart return.

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Standing in front of him, your eyes lingering into his harden and stern gaze, making your heart flurry immensely against your chest, the way you lose your breath as you first met him in that hallway - barracks at the side and the office doors on the other.

Both of you lingered before parting ways as if nothing had happened in that fleeting moment that you spent staring at one another.

Yet you meet again.

Your eyes on him and his on yours, the briefing had yet to start and here you two were in your own worlds, heart in sync, close and yet so far. Neither of you daring to talk one another and remain as co-workers.

Both wanting more than that.

—

A knock interrupting your memories as how you two once were in the past, smiling softly at the awkwardness that had occurred between the two of you, wiping away the water from your hands on the hand towel that was wrapped around the oven handle, you walked towards the door - waiting for it to be him.

Your eyes widen slightly at his squad mate, before your smile returns, slightly confused why he was there but you felt it.

You felt that sudden change in the air.

You shrug it off and await to see what the man had to say before you second-guess anything.

However…

The feeling of metal collided with your palm that you didn’t even know you held out, deaf to the words he had said before taking out the metal jewellery, your heart clenched as your head felt light, your breath shaking and trembling as you slowly lower your eyes down to the palm of your hands. The metal necklace swirled directly into the centre where two tags sat perfectly.

Your breath hitched. Your throat closed. Your vision blurring.

“He’s gone…”

Those two words had meant nothing compared to the evidence in your hands.

The dog-tags sat perfectly in your grasp and you hate it that it did, your heart felt like someone had stabbed it over and over again, your lungs felt like a snake had constricted itself around it, your body slowly starts to register the news that was brought to you - he was gone.

His friend, his squad-mate, reaches to place a hand on your shoulder as he grieves with you with the loss.

You felt yourself slip away.

Your body sliding down onto your knees as your hand left the doorframe to wrap around your hand that clenched tightly to the dog-tags that were his, holding it close to your shattered heart, your eyes staring at pavement as if it knew all along what happened to your lover.

You watch as the ground turns to a dark grey from the tears that you didn’t know that were forming in your eyes, it hurts so much, he was gone.

You hiccup as more tears fall onto the ground.

Before letting out a cry in anguish to your fallen soldier, your love, your life, your soul.

The other party only looks at you with a solemn expression as well his own grievance to the situation, he stands at the door with you as your curl onto the ground with the dog-tags that belonged to his friend, his brother-in-arms - silent tears streaming down his cheeks as he uses his helmet to cover it.

—

“I think… I hate your dog-tags,” you glared at the metal around his neck.

“Why?” chuckling at your random statement.

“I’m scared the moment you take it off, you’re gone…”

A/N: Personally, I’m not sorry-

Divider Credit(s): @saradika

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luveline · 10 months

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For the zombie Steve au would you ever consider writing a blurb from before the college when Steve realizes he likes reader?

for you, my love!! steve zombie au —steve realises he likes you romantically, fem!reader

You're singing under your breath. Steve has it on record that he thinks you're a bad singer, but you don't sound half bad. Low, dulcet, you're singing an old song everybody knows.

"Somewhere, beyond the sea, she's there waiting for me." You don't bother with the next line, interested more in the sock you're attempting to darn, the needle in your hand clumsy but well-meant. "Oh, ouch."

"Prick yourself?"

"I'm sorry?" you joke, laughing without answering his question. "I don't think that's any of your business, Harrington."

He grins at your saccharine, bubbly voice, enthused with laughter and unhurried. For once, you're not scared or anxious. The simple task of a repetitive action has distracted you from the reality of the world, and you're still being nice to him regardless. Steve's starting to think that, despite his bad moods and ill temper, you might like him. Or, starting to know it with surety.

He figured when your shyness getting changed didn't ever quite abate, when you started snuggling into his waist at night, when one day you began complimenting him for things beyond survival skills —your hair is such a nice brown, Stevie— when you started calling him fucking Stevie, that you must harbour sweet feelings for him. He figured, and yet he had no idea how to feel about it.

Steve started to confuse his feelings for yours, and vice versa. Wondering if maybe he was being nicer to you than he needed to be because he knew that was what you wanted. But he's sitting here now, cross-legged beside you on a double bed with no sheets in an abandoned house that's completely sealed from the inside out, no survival instincts, no ulterior motives, and he knows he likes you. That he might start to love you, if he has the time.

He thinks about kissing you.

"Do you need a bandaid?" he asks genuinely.

"For this?" you ask, showing him your finger and the pinprick bead of blood that's blossomed there. You lick it clean. "No, thank you."

"Alright. Want me to finish your sock?"

"No, that's okay." You give him a suspicious look. "Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"Why would I want you to finish my sock?" you ask.

"Uh, 'cos you just hurt yourself? I'm trying to be nice."

"Ooh, it suits you," you say, rolling your eyes.

He reaches over to pinch your side. You jump, startled by his touch and surprised by his wanting to touch you, he can see it on your face. He really should be kinder to you. You don't do anything wrong, you're not mean, you're not even a liability or anything so strict. You're just a girl —you're more than a girl. You're the best friend he has right now, and you look out for him in more than necessities.

"Who do you think you are?" he asks, giving you another jab.

You laugh and squirm away from him. "I think I'm someone with a needle in their hand, ready to stab you," you say.

"Really, you'd stab me? You're heartless. And here I thought you liked me."

"I do like you," you say, tucking the needle you'd been waving at him behind a few threads of floss in the bobbin.

"I like you too," he says. As soon as he says it, he knows it's true. You may not understand the depth of his words, but Steve does, and he can't shake the feeling that you need a reward. For being so likeable. For liking him first. "Give me your sock, I can darn better than you can."

"You've had more practice," you explain away, though you do pass him your sock.

"Are you going to finish the song?" he asks.

You glare. "Thought I sounded like a dying cat?"

"You'll never let that go, will you?"

"No, not likely."

You laugh again, and this time Steve joins in. He retrieves the needle and sets about fixing the mistakes you'd made, hiding a smile as you lay down by his thigh, your hand curled up by his foot, and start to sing. "You have to join in," you say ugrnelty between lines.

Steve joins in. Not worried about sounding good, not worried about anything, the two of you making up the words you forgot, out of tune but far from out of time.

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perotovar · 5 months

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into the beat of the night (ch 5) "human fly"

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pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: M chapter warnings: swearing, (2) ptsd induced panic attacks, discussions of drugs (cocaine), hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, this one is a little heavier y'all (but it's me so it's still soft) word count: 3.3k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta/co-writer: @scenaaario (seriously she helped so much with this chapter, pls send her some love ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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Frankie, River, Santiago, and Benny were standing in line waiting to get into The Night Owl. Will had to work and couldn’t make it, but he let them know it really wasn’t his scene anyway and wished them all a good night.

River squeezed Frankie’s hand, looking up at him. “You’re such a trooper letting me get you all dolled up today,” they giggled, kissing his cheek.

“I’m surprised how good it looks on him, to be honest,” Benny smirked.

Frankie sighed and rolled his eyes, cheeks pink. He was dolled up by Frankie standards, and having a hard time not fussing with River’s hard work. They had slicked his hair back, and the gel felt like a helmet. He was hyper aware of the eyeliner now rimming his eyes and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He did everything in his power not to touch his eyes and smudge the thick kohl. Despite his discomfort, even he had to admit he looked good. His hair was smoother than any of them had ever seen it, and the eyeliner emphasized the complexity of his deep brown eyes. River’s eyes dragged over his broad shoulders and grinned at the borrowed shirt he now wore, the delicate mesh pulled taut over his back.

Fake jewelry adorned Frankie’s ears and neck, making River grin. Their eyes traveled down the broad expanse of Frankie’s torso and landed on his soft middle. Frankie was apprehensive about how tight the mesh shirt was, saying that he didn’t want his tummy to poke out too much. River’s kisses to the soft flesh convinced him to go with it. Their arms wrapped around Frankie’s middle and squeezed appreciatively.

“Y’know, now that I’m seeing you all put together like this, you kind of remind me of an older version of someone I used to know,” River hummed thoughtfully.

Santiago snorted and dug his hands under his armpits. “Ay dios mio…” he mumbled under his breath.

“Yeah. Kid went by Dio, but I guarantee he couldn’t tell you a single song by him,” River rolled their eyes, exhaling exasperatedly. “Ended up going to jail for stabbing someone.”

Frankie blinked before barking out a laugh. “That makes me feel great, Río, thanks.”

“No problem,” they smirked, getting up on their toes to kiss him properly, pressing their lips delicately to his so their lipstick wouldn’t smear.

The four of them finally stepped into the club, the walls bouncing with the music. Benny was like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide and excited as he took in all the people. He made his way up to the bar, Viper giving him a look before making him a drink, and Frankie grinned. “I think he likes the place,” he chuckled, looping his arms around River’s waist from behind and kissing their jaw.

“I think so, too. I hope Anya is here tonight.”

“Anya?”

River turned and smirked, putting their finger over their lips as they winked. “It’s a surprise for Benny. I’ve been meaning to find someone for her for a while now and I think he’s perfect.”

An amused look crossed Frankie’s features. He turned to say something to Santiago, but the other man was missing. Frankie furrowed his brows and looked around, one of the clip-ons slightly hitting his cheek as he turned his head. He scanned the room and his eyes finally landed on Santi, already chatting up a pretty girl with dark skin and bright, unnatural contacts in her eyes. Frankie turned back to River, grinning to himself. He’ll catch up with him later.

“You weren’t kidding about these Snakebites, Fish,” Benny’s booming voice brought Frankie’s attention back toward the bar. Ben handed Frankie a matching drink as he took a swig.

“They have other drinks, you know,” River snorted.

Frankie smiled before shrugging. He pressed his hand to their lower back as he guided them over to a cluster of tables. He bit his lip, searching for an empty one.

Suddenly, River gasped and took off, running over to hug a plump woman excitedly. Ben raised his eyebrows and Frankie made an I-don’t-know sound. He moved closer to the pair as River excitedly spoke to the woman, who was giggling loudly. She was really pretty, with a medium skin tone, and her round face bright and more heavily made up than River’s. She wore a lace dress that ended at her thick thighs, and heeled boots with spikes on them. Her hair was short and bleached a bright white.

River felt Frankie’s presence and grinned as he wrapped his arms around their waist, resting his chin on their shoulder. “This must be him,” the woman smiled, her voice soft but with an intrinsic power underneath. He could practically feel the confidence rolling off her in waves. “I thought you said he looked like a truck driver?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Anya, please,” River laughed, holding onto Frankie’s wrists. “He let me get him all dressed up tonight, I promise he does normally.”

Frankie sighed and hid his burning cheeks in River’s neck. He reached a hand out toward Anya, keeping the other secure around River’s waist. “I’m Frankie,” he smiled.

Anya shook his hand and grinned. “You’re being good to them, right? Because if you’re not, I will find you,” she threatened, eyes hard and serious.

Frankie gulped, his eyes going wide, and nodded jerkily. “P-promise.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Anya. And who’s this puppy?” She turned her eyes toward Benny looking over him with an unreadable expression on her face.

Benny was speechless, gazing in adoration at her. He held his drink close and smiled softly, but still didn’t respond, like he didn’t hear her.

“Benjamin,” Frankie mumbled, trying to cover it with a cough.

Benny snapped out of it and shook his head, cheeks red. “S-sorry! I’m Ben,” he smiled wide, holding his hand out for Anya to shake.

Anya looked at his hand accusingly, then looked at Frankie and River with a raised brow, and looked back at Benny. She took his hand and shook it. She must have determined he was a good one because her face softened, a smile blooming on her face. “Hi, Ben.”

River and Frankie exchanged looks before sneaking off to find a spot to sit. When they couldn’t find one, they decided to head for the dance floor instead.

“So, that was Anya,” Frankie laughed, hands on River’s waist as they swayed together.

River hummed and nodded. “Was I right, or was I right?” They smirked, taking a look at the two of them talking animatedly at the bar.

A softness crossed Frankie’s features before he pressed a light kiss to their forehead. “I’m gonna use the bathroom. Be right back, ok?”

River nodded and tapped him on the shoulders before going back to dancing.

Frankie made his way over to the club’s men’s room. As he stood at the sink, he analyzed his look in the mirror, deciding it was growing on him. He wouldn’t keep it, but he didn’t hate it either.

The sound of someone snorting in a stall behind him stopped Frankie in his tracks. He felt his entire body go cold as a shiver ran through him, his eyes slamming shut. He took a deep breath and held it, opening his eyes in time to see a man stumbling out of the bathroom, frantically wiping his nose. Frankie exhaled and looked down at his shaking hands, rubbing his thumb over the black nail polish. He took a minute to collect himself before he made his way back into the club, looking for River and the guys.

River was walking over to Viper from the dance floor and pantomimed drinking something. He poured them a glass of water and they drank it gratefully. They made eye contact with Frankie over the rim of the glass and they set it down, excitedly bouncing over to him.

Frankie felt a rush of warmth at the sight of his partner and his racing heart slowed a little, lacing their fingers through his own. River kissed his cheek before they walked over to where Benny and Anya were still chatting.

“I see things are going well,” River grinned, winking at Anya. Anya rolled her eyes, but smiled up at them. Benny looked at Frankie and did a double take, noticing the pinched look on his face before anyone else did. He caught Frankie’s eye, concern growing on his face. Frankie nodded, squeezing River’s hand a little tighter. Benny seemed to take that and turned back to Anya.

“I was just going to ask this lovely lady if she’d give me her number,” Ben rumbled, looking over Anya’s form appreciatively before landing on her face and holding her gaze. Anya’s cheeks warmed as she held her hand out for Ben to hand her his phone.

River turned to Frankie and smiled. “We should check and see if we can find Santi.”

Frankie swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart pounding, before he croaked out, “He’s probably making out with that girl he was talking to.” He sniffled twice.

River nodded and squeezed his hand, noticing the tightness of his features. The furrow in his brow seemed to deepen by the minute, and his gaze bounced frantically around the room. They could tell something was up, but didn’t want to press the issue. At least not here.

“I’ll go find him,” Frankie muttered quietly before walking off to find Santiago. He made his way over to the women’s restrooms, placed next to the all-gender bathroom, and smiled to himself. Santiago had the same pretty girl from before pressed against the wall and, just as Frankie thought, was heavily making out with her, her arms around Santi’s neck.

Frankie cleared his throat and grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He was still shaking, but trying his hardest to suppress his trembling. Santiago pulled away from the girl, her lipstick smeared across his mouth.

“Hey, Fish,” Santiago mumbled, licking his kiss-swollen lips. “What can I do ya for?”

“Uh,” Frankie chuckled uneasily. “I think River and I are gonna head out. I, uh…” he shuffled on his feet a little. “It’s getting a little crowded, and I just…”

Santi turned serious, quietly whispering something to the girl before turning his attention back to Frankie. She waited patiently, smiling at the back of Santiago’s head.

“You okay, Frank?” Santiago leaned closer to his friend, placing a reassuring hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

Frankie gulped and nodded, looking down at his black boots. The warmth from Santi’s palm seemed to ground him. “Yeah, I’m just… tired,” he lied, forcing a smile. “I’ll text you, okay?”

Santiago narrowed his eyes, but nodded, giving Frankie a once over. “Alright. I’ll make sure Benny gets home.”

“Thanks, Pope.”

Frankie slapped Santiago on the shoulder before turning away to find River. He had to get out of here, and quick. His palms were sweating and it was getting harder to breathe the longer he stayed. The sound of that guy sniffing played on a tormenting infinite loop.

He hadn’t had an episode like this in a long time, and he guessed that’s why it was happening. He should’ve expected there to be something like this at a nightclub, but it still felt like it came out of nowhere . He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before grabbing River’s hand again.

“Hey,” they smiled, a pinch of worry on their face. “Everything okay?”

Frankie bit his lip and nodded jerkily. “Y-yeah, uh. Do you think we could go home?”

River’s heart skipped a beat at the insinuation that River’s apartment was home, for both of them. Frankie already planned on staying over at River’s that night. “Of course, babe.”

A genuine smile grew on Frankie’s lips and he nodded, kissing their cheek softly.

“I already told Anya and Ben to use protection and they nearly hit me for it,” River chuckled, walking Frankie out of the club and toward his truck. Frankie’s hands were still shaking as he grabbed for his keys. “You want me to drive?” River asked, holding out their hand.

Frankie battled with himself for a second before nodding, handing his keys over to them. “Thank you,” he mumbled, making his way over to the passenger seat.

The drive home was quiet. Frankie was obsessively picking at his nails, not used to having polish covering them. River kept looking over at Frankie worriedly, unsure what was going on. They knew he’d tell them when he was ready but they couldn’t help but feel useless at this moment.

Once they were inside River’s apartment, Frankie quietly untied his boots and went to the bathroom to clean all the stuff off his face. River got Jonsey his food for the night and went into their bedroom, changing into boxer briefs and Frankie’s Iron Maiden t-shirt. Once changed, they knocked on the bathroom door softly. “You decent?”

They heard a few sounds on the other side of the door, mostly of the fake piercings hitting the counter, before he answered shakily, “Yeah, c’mon in.”

River opened the door and smiled sadly at Frankie’s now-bare face. “There he is,” they smiled, stepping further into the small bathroom to hold his face. They kissed the tip of his nose and pressed their hands on his broad chest. “Go get comfy and I’ll be there in a sec, ok?”

Frankie nodded, almost on autopilot, and made his way into River’s bedroom to change.

When River made their way back into their bedroom, their own face now bare and hair pulled back in a loose braid, Frankie was already curled up in the blankets. His bare back faced them as he lay on his side, so River crawled into the sheets to wrap their arms around him. They cuddled his back close to their chest, rubbing their hands over his soft tummy comfortingly.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” River asked softly into Frankie’s curls, now freed from their gelled prison.

Frankie sighed quietly, lacing his fingers with River’s free hand. “In the morning? I promise I will, I just,” he paused. “I just wanna sleep it off first.”

“Of course,” River hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Frankie’s head. “I’ll be here.”

Cold. Heavy rain. A series of gunshots. And then, euphoria.

Frankie startled awake, covered in cold perspiration. He panted hard, trying to blink the room back into view.

River blinked awake, Frankie’s heaving chest rising and falling quickly underneath their hands. “Babe?” they asked, voice thick with sleep.

Cold. Heavy rain. A series of gunshots. And then—

“Frankie,” River’s voice came through clearly, sounding more awake. They tapped on his chest, rolling him onto his back and then pulling him up into a sitting position.

Black spots and blurred vision greeted him as he tried to come back to earth. “I—“ he croaked, starting to cough. He began breathing heavily, shakily.

River’s eyes welled with tears as they watched him, rubbing his back as soothingly as they could. What could they do? They thought about it for a second, then started humming a song softly.

Frankie pressed his large hand to his chest and his throat, trying to get his breathing back to normal. He turned his head to see if he could find someone familiar. When his eyes landed on River’s tired face, a tear fell from his eye. He didn’t want them to see this. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

River continued humming, rubbing soothing circles into Frankie’s back until his heart rate got to a steady rhythm. “Frankie?” they asked softly, eyes searching his pinched face.

Frankie startled a little, almost like he didn’t expect them to say anything. “Riv—“

“Shh, it’s okay. Just making sure you can hear me,” they whispered. They leaned over to kiss his shoulder, the hand not on his back coming up to hold the back of his own hand pressed to his chest. “I’m gonna go get you some water, ok? Don’t move.”

“Nuh,” Frankie mumbled, shaking his head quickly. He wrapped his arms around their waist and pressed his head to their chest. “N-no.”

A shaky breath left River’s lungs, but they nodded, cradling his face and rubbing his back gently. “Alright,” they sighed.

Exhaustion overtook Frankie’s body and he fell asleep. River looked over at their phone on the nightstand and picked it up; 5:28am. They looked at the photo on their lockscreen of Frankie smiling shyly and looking down. They sighed and put the phone down, looking back at Frankie’s sleeping face.

River could wait. They settled back against the pillows and watched the sky outside lighten to a dusty blue, the clouds glowing orange as the sun rose.

When Frankie opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the sun filtering in through the window. Dust motes floated in the shafts of light. His head was pounding.

“You’re awake.”

He lifted his head from River’s chest and saw their yawning face. “Yeah… You’re up early,” he mumbled, biting back his own yawn.

“I never went back to bed,” River smiled sleepily.

Frankie’s face fell. “God, I’m so sorry, mi río.”

River shook their head and sat up against the headboard of the bed. “No, you stop right there. I chose to stay up, okay?” They smiled, rubbing their thumb against his arm. “I wanted to make sure you slept.”

Frankie’s eyes welled with tears and he shook his head, looking down. He took a deep breath before speaking, wanting everything to come out clearly. “I don’t want you to not know what happened,” he looked up at them, big brown eyes glossy. “I don’t want to scare you again,” he whispered.

Heart melting and breaking simultaneously, River nodded in understanding. “Okay. I’m listening,” they said softly.

So, he told them everything. Joining the military at nineteen, figuring himself out. But also what the military did to him mentally, and how he dealt with that. Colombia. River didn’t say much, just taking the time to let Frankie get his thoughts out.

“I understand if this is like, a lot,” Frankie mumbled shakily. He shut his eyes and exhaled. “If you don’t want to—“

“Stop it,” River hummed sadly. “It is a lot to process, but I’m not worried. I mean, I’m worried, because this is something that’s still affecting you, but I’m not going to leave you over this.”

Relief flooded through him and he pressed his forehead against theirs. “How did I get so lucky?” he whispered, smiling softly.

“It was the New Balances. So hot.”

Frankie snorted, his shoulders shaking slightly until he barked out a loud laugh. “Shut the fuck up,” he giggled, tickling their sides.

River squealed with giggles, falling onto their back. Frankie kept going until they had tears streaming down their cheeks and he was hovering over them. They slowly caught their breath, watching each other’s faces quietly.

“Te amo, mi río,” Frankie hummed, cupping their cheek.

River’s heart stopped and they bit their lip. They looked down at Frankie’s collarbone, not answering right away.

Frankie panicked a little, his eyes widening. “Sh-shit, um, I’m sorry—“

“No, it’s okay,” River’s eyes shut as they shook their head a little. They held his hand against their face so he wouldn’t take it away. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready to… to say that back. But I want to. God, do I want to.”

Frankie exhaled shakily and he nodded, cheeks burning.

“It’s just… I haven’t been in a real relationship in a long time. I still… I still identified as a woman when I did. No one’s ever… b-been with me like… like this,” River gulped, finally looking back up into his eyes again. “It’s always just been flings and hookups.”

Frankie was quiet, processing what they were saying. “Okay,” he muttered. “I don’t want you to say it until you’re ready. I just needed to let you know,” he smiled softly.

River’s heart skipped a beat. “I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss them softly.

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