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obae-me · 3 months

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Would He Peel The Orange?

(I hope this hasn't been done too much already, but I really wanted to do it) So, if you've been in the same internet circle as I've been in, you probably know about this trend that's going around right now where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them. It's supposed to kind of signify your partner's willingness to do something important to you, even if it seems mundane or even inconvenient for them. So of course, I wanted to imagine what our favorite boys would do in this scenario.

Note: This is just for silly goofy times. A little ha-ha funny jape, if you will. Meaning not serious. If I think a character would not peel an orange, I don't think they're suddenly toxic or would not love the MC or anything.

"Could you peel an orange for me?"

Lucifer

To those of you who say he is too prideful to peel an orange for you, do I need to point out that he is the eldest sibling? Not only that, but he's practically a single mom. He has Sloth as the baby brother of the family. Do you think Belphie peels his own oranges? No! Lucifer probably cuts the crusts off of his brother's sandwiches for heaven sakes.

Is it heaven sakes or heaven's sake?... I actually don't know

However, I do think he would get suspicious, especially if you're trying to film his reaction. He would raise an eyebrow and know that there's something more to you just wanting an orange. Is this orange cursed? Is this a prank? You'll have to convince him it's perfectly normal before he straight up refuses.

Is he going to get up from his desk or move away from work to go grab you an orange? Probably not. But if you bring it to him, he will peel it for you, giving you a weird- and maybe slightly judging- look the entire time.

He will peel it very nicely, but you would have to take the peel back to toss yourself all while demanding to know why you have such a smirk on your face.

If you explain it to him, he'll definitely get a bit smug. "Who knew all it would take to prove my love to you was peeling an orange? If you needed some assurance, I would've gladly provided more for you."

He wins this one. He peeled the orange.

But...he might be asking his own favor from you later. So, minus one point for that, but they do say the devil dances in dealings, so...

7/10

Mammon

"Huh? Why do you need me to peel it for you, your hands broken or somethin'? I'm not your damn maid."

He is already peeling the orange. He is somehow managing to grumble and act like he's not doing it while he is in the process of doing it.

And if you don't have oranges on hand? Just give him any excuse to go shopping and he will take it. And not only will he peel those oranges, he'll buy them for you too.

And sure maybe he's a little ditsy and might not know what the difference between an orange, a tangerine, and a clementine is (they're all orange, dammit), but he will be buying you ALL of them just in case.

Listen, he's a man with impulse problems and an intense desire to be your number one demon.

Did he probably spend the next few hours in the store getting himself stuff as well? Probably, yeah. He see shiny, he get shiny.

But don't worry. He will peel you that orange.

And you will be eating an assortment of orange colored fruits for the next few days.

Is...this a peach?

9/10

Levi

If he's gaming, probably not. Some games can't be paused. And it's not even that he doesn't want to, he'll probably be glad to do so, but he'll do it once this round is over.

And then he'll probably forget. Which, fair, I do it too. You get into the zone and then six hours have passed. Sometimes the measure of love can't always be held behind an orange.

However!

If a controller is not in his hand and his mind is not occupied by several random colorful flashes, he might peel the orange.

BUT

If too many other people are around, he might get anxiety.

You know when you somehow manage to fumble peeling an orange? You can't manage to break the peel properly or you end up dropping it and looking like a fool?

If you've never had performance anxiety over peeling an orange, you... well that's actually really good, you must have a much more peaceful mind-- but it exists for us anxious people, okay?! It's too much pressure!

In the end, he's very situational! But that doesn't mean he refuses to peel you an orange! It would actually make him very happy to do that for you...

5/10

Satan

Very confused. Will ask too many questions before he does anything.

Are you hurt? Is the peel too tough for human fingers? If you're having a hard time using your fingers, why not get a knife or a tool to assist you? Why are you in his room rather than the kitchen? Is that not a waste of energy? What if he'd not been here, would you have wandered around?

He doesn't get it. He means well though.

He might get a little irritated, not so much at you as at himself. He feels like he's missing something.

Is this some form of human bonding? Are you afraid of the orange? What secrets does it hold?

He will peel it for you. He'll even put his book down to do so.

But please answer his questions, he can't find the logic in seeking him out just to peel a fruit for you. He can list off several other more efficient methods.

If you explain it to him, you'll see him visibly relax. So there was some deeper meaning.

Although now he might think that this form of act is some sort of love declaration. Prepare to have him peel and/or cut all your fruits from now on. Which... is actually kind of sweet. What a gentleman.

8/10

Asmo

No... with his nails?! Please. I've only worn fake nails like twice in my entire life, and doing anything like that with those little suckers hurts like hell. Why?? Tried to open a can once and thought my real nail would peel right off.

And even if he's not wearing fake nails, getting that pulpy orange peel underneath your fingernails?! Having the juice make your fingers all sticky? No. Awful. Bad texture. I've always headcanoned Asmo with texture issues, and if his are even close to being like mine, it's gonna be a no.

BUT

If you want an orange so badly, I can guarantee he knows all these cute little places around town that make delicious fruit selections! He'd probably go out and get you one of those beautiful and decorative edible fruit arrangements and make sure they somehow include lots of orange.

Or, if you don't want that and you just want a normal orange right NOW, he'll charm someone else to peel it for you, hon. Don't even worry.

And once it's peeled, to make up for not doing it himself, he'll be all to happy to feed it to you if you want him to. ~

Never underestimate the lengths he'll go to provide for you and himself at the same time.

6.5/10 I appreciate the hustle.

Beel

I... I mean... he's gonna eat it.

Love the man to death, but if you hand him an orange before you fully preface that it's yours and you just want it peeled, it's gone. He probably didn't even peel it before he ate it too. Probably just eats it like an apple.

But, but, but, he'll get you a new one. So please don't look so sad...

It might be best if you accompany him just in case, but he'll absolutely get you another one. Besides, he wants more himself now, that first one was delicious.

He'll gather a whole basket of oranges and you can share them together.

One slice for you...five for him. Another slice for you...

It make take a minute to get a full orange's worth, but it's about the attempt and the time spent. And he's technically actually peeling SO many oranges for you.

I'd also like to point out that I have actually written out a scene in one of my stories where Beel actually EXACTLY peels an orange FOR MC. WAY before this trend was a thing.

--Eventually he came across an orange, peeling off the wax shell meant to serve as extra preservation. Citrus flooded your nose. Your mouth actually watered at the scent, watching Beel strip the fruit before peeling it apart. A sniff, and then it was actually handed to you.

So he would! 100 times over! Even in my silly little side story where everyone is nearly on the brink of death and in a freezing wasteland, he would still peel an orange for you!

10/10 Minus one point for eating your orange first, plus one point for peeling you an orange in another universe.

Belphie

Y...yeah, no. No, he won't.

Or there's at least a very slim chance he will. He does get in weird moods sometimes where he wants to pamper you, but that's on his own terms and his own time.

He doesn't even peel his own oranges, as I previously stated in Lucifer's section.

If you just waltz up to him and ask him to peel it for you...there's a 95% chance he will not. Most of it being due to him being asleep. You would probably have a better chance trying to train him to peel an orange while sleepwalking. That might work. Would also probably make a good party trick.

But, he's weird at remembering details like this. Even if he doesn't act on it right now, it will be logged in his memory. You could mention something briefly once seven months ago and he'll bring it up to you and remember the conversation completely like it happened yesterday.

So, even if he doesn't peel the orange now, when he's in the mood, maybe after his nap, maybe the next day, maybe two weeks after in which you had forgotten it, he will bring you a peeled orange.

Either that or he'll do what Asmo does and make someone else peel it for you.

3/10

Diavolo

You want him to peel your orange for you? You mean... he gets to treat someone like that for once?! ABSOLUTELY.

He is all too happy to peel you an orange! This is like, groundbreaking for him. He gets to provide! Gets to hand you a tiny fruit, broken and prepared with his own two hands! Is this how Barbatos feels when he cooks?

How does one exactly peel an orange, though?... He's seen them whole like this before, but they're typically already in strips when he gets around to eating them.

Break the skin? What, like an egg?

Well...there goes your orange.

On the bright side, it seems he's very good at making orange juice.

But fear not! He'll have Barbatos bring another one!

Wait...look, see, they come pre-peeled. Oh...you mean Barbatos has been peeling all his fruits for him this entire time? He's never known the joyful luxury of unveiling and working for the literal fruits of his labor?! This will change today.

Get another orange, unpeeled, and he will do it himself this time!

It might take some personal discovery and some patience before he peels you an orange, but it will get done, he swears it!

11/10 Plus one point for wholesome life lessons and sheer determination.

Barbatos

An orange? Just a plain orange? If you wait just a moment, he could have an orange chiffon cake, or would you perhaps prefer some orange panna cotta? Orange Merengue pie? Pound cake? Made into a buttercream? A pudding? A sorbet? A sherbet? Served as a juice? Main flavor or just as a zest? Would you like a meal before dessert? Or he could always find healthier options for oranges? Would you like him to list of those options as well?

Okay, so... he overcorrects a little bit.

Bottom line is, he'd peel you an orange. He'd make an entire seven course meal based around oranges. Make it all the color orange if you'd prefer.

Like I said though, he tends to overdo it.

He falls into his royal butlery habits and misses the fact that this is supposed to be so important to you because it's so simple. Although it's cute the way an ever powerful ever perfect being can miss such a detail.

You might have to put your foot down a bit and not let yourself get carried away in the splendor. You just want this orange. This one orange, and if he could just peel it for you, that's all you want.

So he'll take his gloves off and peel it for you. He'll make sure all the extra little white strands are plucked off as well. And he double checks it for seeds.

Are you sure this is all you want? "I guess something so simple can often be taken for granted. I forget that sometimes."

12/10 He'll probably still end up making you several other orange treats and he learned a valuable lesson today. It's a win for everyone.

Simeon

Are you kidding me?

This man probably brought the orange with him. You probably didn't even need to bring it up! He's single dad with two one kid and a sorcerer. He's like that sweet mom who always has certain things on hand. Medicine? Bandages? Spare cash? Candy? Gum? He's got it. He puts the Guardian in guardian angel.

You want that orange? He'll peel that orange, you just hold on. Let's make sure your hands are clean. Use this hand sanitizer he brought with him. Here, have a granola bar while you're at it. Are you hungry? You didn't skip lunch, did you? Here, take this water bottle, you look a bit dehydrated.

Oh dear, and your hands feel so dry! Here, he brought some lotion.

This angel is 100% fully here for you. You are about to be so taken care of.

Not even oranges. You want your apples fully peeled and sliced? Got it. Want something pitted? He can do that too. He'd be willing to stain his fingers and clothes on a pomegranate for you. How is he doing this even outside of the house? Magic or something probably.

He'd pack you an orange in a cute little bag with a hand written note and a short poem.

This man is a real one.

100/10 He definitely thinks that LOL means lots of love.

Solomon

Are...you sure you know what you're doing? He will absolutely peel you an orange, but at what cost?

If you're not careful, not only will he peel you an orange, but he'll add some of his Special Solomon Spices to make your experience all the more... thrilling.

Quite like how thrilling bungee jumping in the dark could be...

Also, he might just try to peel it with magic, which, while nice of him, defeats the purpose of the entire test.

You'll have to specify he's to do it by hand, and keep an unblinking, ever-careful eye on him to make sure he doesn't 'enhance' the flavor.

But, all in all, he does it. Quite happily too, one might add.

Are you sure you just want an orange? He'd be glad to whip something up for you if you're feeling peckish!

You kind of... tempt fate with this one.

2/10 One point for wanting to peel the orange, one point for trying to go the extra mile. But... well... Will you survive is the thing? You might want to try to measure his love for you using different non-edible methods.

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thirstydiglett · 2 months

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A couple of my lil hcs for Sanji!

Sanji gets up really early, around 6, to swim laps around the ship. It’s part of how he trains, of course, but the man has always loved the sea, and swimming is soothing and rejuvenating for him. Sometimes he even snorkels so that he can see what kinds of fish are around and plan the menu accordingly!

Sanji is the ship’s tailor. He’s always tailored his own suits, so when something gets damaged or torn, he’s usually able to fix it up.

Sanji plays a mean guitar in almost any genre. He learned because the ladies love a guitarist. He often sits under Nami’s tangerine tree and plays love songs.

Sanji sings to himself while he cooks. He actually has a decent voice, but he gets a bit embarrassed if someone comes in while he’s taking a solo.

Sanji talks on the den den mushi with Zeff about once a week. I feel like these two are actually a lot closer than Sanji would care to admit. They talk about everything, from Sanji’s adventures to the fights at the Baratie to new recipes. Sanji looks forward to it every week.

Sanji is really into the Talking Heads. I have no reason to believe this I just do okay

Sanji loves to write poetry. His love poetry is sincere, but TERRIBLE. His non-love poetry is actually really good though!

———————NSFW Minors DNI———————

Sanji loves to make his partner cum as many times as possible. His hands, his tongue, his cock, a toy—all are fair game as long as he has them bucking and wailing over and over again until they can’t take any more.

Sanji has a praise kink, in both directions. He loves to tell his partner how beautiful and good they are as they ride his cock, watching them shiver at every compliment. But walk up behind him while he’s cooking and whisper “good boy” and he’ll pretty much melt into the floorboards.

Sanji will fuck anytime, anywhere. All his partner has to do is give him that look and he’ll pull them off to find some secluded corner where he can be inside them.

Sanji’s favorite position is the lotus position! He loves to be pressed up close against his lover, able to kiss them and whisper sweet nothings into their ears. And if they have boobs, being able to grope them is a HUGE perk.

It takes a while to get Sanji to admit it, but he LOVES to sub, and he and his partner will probably get pretty kinky with it. He loves to be tied up, tape over his mouth, squirming with pleasure as his partner thrusts into his ass. Or maybe on his knees before them, giving them head while they pull his hair and call him a good little slut… His partner’s imagination really is the only limit on the things they can do together.

#sanji imagine #black leg sanji #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece #zosan #lusan #lawsan #sanami #sanji x reader #don’t ask about the talking heads thing ok its personal #Diglett writes

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kisseobie · 26 days

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jasmine

pairing: non idol jongseob x fem!reader

genre: fluff

a saccharine summer evening spent at your favorite nail parlor is so much sweeter when you’re accompanied by a boy made out of star-shaped tangerines 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

tags: established relationship, reader is slightly anxious, the sweetest boyfie seob, reader is sooo girly, slightly suggestive if you squint, jongseob thinks ur the prettiest girl in the world, usage of petnames (baby, princess, etc..), yall are so in love it’s sick, no smut in this but mdni pls

a/n: haiii everyone ^_^ so i haven’t written self inserts in years but i desperately crave more jongseob fics (as u can see from my last post lol) sooooo here i am!! this is very self indulgent but if i like how this goes i mighttttt start taking piwon requests :p please be kind as i haven’t written in a veryyyy long time… anyways enjoy 𓇼⋆｡˚

listening to: jasmine - dpr live ♪

“they have to soak off my previous set before they get started so you really don’t have to stay with me here if you don’t want to seob.. it’s gonna be 2 hours at least.”

you shyly inform him as you begin to retrieve your phone from your back pocket to search for your appointment confirmation email as the pair of you come to a gentle halt in front of the entrance of your favorite nail salon. you pause before entering, turning to face towards him as the salty breeze of the nearby boardwalk cards through jongseob’s copper colored hair, a sight that makes you swoon. “you sure you won’t be bored?” you ask shyly, and jongseob gives you a toothy grin in return, eyes crinkling softly as he tilts his head towards the sliding doors of the salon, a sweet and silent reply to your hesitance that speaks, “i’m never bored when i’m with you”. he slowly lifts his hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and kisses your cheek, all whilst interlacing his fingers with your slightly smaller ones as you both make your way into the salon.

you somehow find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

it’s been just short of a year since kim jongseob first approached you, fidgeting with the fabric of his favorite hoodie and swaying back and forth on his heels to ease his nerves as he asked you for your number. the sweet boy expected for you to kindly let him down (partly because you had never spoken to him a day in your life, and partly because of the gorillaz logo on his apparel), but to his astonishment, you simply punched your number into his keypad, and one text reading: “hi :)” led to a plethora of late night conversations, hushed giggles shared in his bedroom, and coffee flavored kisses in the mornings (much to his roomates’ dismay).

he’s wearing that same hoodie this evening too.

the domesticity of your blooming relationship is new, but never unwelcome, so it didn’t surprise you when he asked to accompany you when you were cuddled up with him a few nights ago, haphazardly mentioning that you were planning to get a new set of acrylics soon. seob had been paying for your previous sets despite your constant disapproval, but this was his first time going with you to a booking, and it felt oddly intimate, like you were starting to enter a more serious stage of your relationship.

jongseob’s reassurance allows you to let go of your irrational fear of him dying of boredom during your appointment, and with that, you two carry onto your seven o’clock session.

“girl, that’s your man? that’s the one you were telling me about?”

are the first words that leave your nail tech’s lips as as you settle down into her usual station, setting your purse to the side, straightening your jean skirt, and adjusting your bra strap as you question the surprise written all over her face. you had spent countless of sessions with her discussing your relationship with jongseob, her even being there for the details of your distant crush on him prior to you being asked out. always the persistent type, she had been practically begging for you to bring him around these last few appointments, mentioning something about “taking a good look” at the boy who had swiftly stolen your heart.

your tech must have noticed the slight blush of embarrassment appearing on your cheeks, because she jumped to clarifying her previous statement with, “i don’t mean that in a bad way babe! he’s definitely very attractive, i was just surprised you were so shy in approaching him is all.” at these words you tilted your head a bit, only more confused about the implications of what she was attempting to tell you.

“y/n, he was staring at you the entire time you were checking in like he’d hang the stars and moon for you if you’d ask. he had that dopey lovesick look and everything. he’s obviously smitten, you have literally nothing to worry about.” she relays to you with amusement as she dips your fingertips in acetone.

you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in and quietly giggle. “really? okay i’m really glad you said that, he’s been so sweet to pay for all of my sets without me even asking him to and i was just so worried that he’d hate me forever if he got bored sitting here. i think i’m just not used to doing simple chores with him rather than elaborately planned dates” you whisper to her. you then take a peek at your boyfriend’s comfortable form lounging on one of the hot pink seats of the salon, his nintendo switch clad in one hand, and his cheek pressing against the other. you notice he only has his left airpod in, just in case you needed to call for him. your heart melts at the sight, and you finally turn your full attention back to your tech, now removing your old set of nails.

as you wait patiently in your chair you begin to lightly sway your head to the song playing on a distant salon speaker, one that your boyfriend coincidentally has on repeat each time your with him nowadays. “it’s called jasmine, it reminds me of you.” is what you remember him telling you one morning, when you woke up for the first time in his bed, wired headphones connecting you both as the dpr live track overtook the cozy atmosphere.

every now and then you and seob glance at each other from across the salon, to which you both begin breaking out into big smiles and rosy cheeks. your nail technician carries on with replicating the reference nails you showed her to a T, but not without silently noting the heart eyes you and jongseob shoot at each other everytime your eyes happen to lock. this time, he mischievously motions for you to glance at your phone, a quiet “ding!” from your cell grasping both you and your tech’s attention.

[seobie ᥫ᭡]: you look so pretty right now baby, i’m so excited to feel your nails in my hair later lol

[seobie ᥫ᭡]: and maybe scratching my back too ;)

[seobie ᥫ᭡]: omg that was so embarrassing im so sorry please look away plead im so bad at this fuck

you look away from your screen embarrassingly fast, flustered and avoiding any eye contact with both your loser boyfriend (who is wallowing in his own embarrassment) and the woman now raising her eyebrows in front of you as she waits for your nails to cure under the uv lamp.

she is so making fun of you for that next time.

“andddd we’re done! just go wash your hands and your boyfriend can pay at the desk. he looks like he’s gonna flip if he isn’t holding you in some way in the next two minutes and i really don’t need to witness that.” she exclaims, not without exaggeratedly rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

you begin to fully assess your fresh new set of acrylics, now topped off with a sparkly clear coat. your nail tech even added some oil to your cuticles to try and make up for months of self-inflicted damage. after a minute of observing, you hum in approval, deducing happily that your boyfriend is going to love the colors you chose: tangerine with hints of cherry red to subtly match with his hair.

“perfect, just like always. thank you so much!” you say while handing her a generous tip, to which she holds out her hand in refusal and shakes her head. “no tip today, just go spend some time with him, i’m so happy for you y/n, seriously.” she replies kindly. you give her a hug to say thanks and tuck the cash back into your purse, turning and making your way towards the chair your boyfriend is currently occupying as he watches you with a warm smile, hands crossed in front of his chest as he holds back a laugh.

“what’s so funny?” you question as you approach him slowly.

“i called her beforehand and sent her a tip for you, i knew you were gonna try to pay somehow.” he giggles as he stands up. you scoff, but deep down you know you should have known he would outsmart you like this.

“i can’t believe you! i’ve told you a hundred times before that i don’t want you to spend your money on me!” you try to reason with him, to which he cuts your frustration off with a simple “who’s going to take care of you then, princess? now show me your nails!” he says as he hovers his hands in front of him, a signal for you to follow suit so he can observe the result of the previous two hours of work.

you decide to drop the subject for now and let excitement take over once again at his request, bouncing up and down whilst placing your hands atop of his palms, not allowing him to speak before you explain that “they match your hair, see? i asked her to do orange and red ombre!! and i know you love stars so i also asked her to add little golden star studs on my pinky nails! what do you think babe?” you half squeal out at him, clearly awaiting his approval.

“you did this for me?” he asks.

you deflate a little, dreading the small chance that your next words will result in an underwhleming reaction from him. “well yeah, sorry if it’s weird, i just wanted to do something nice since you offered to accompany me even though you would just be sitting in your chair for two hou—” he cuts off your anxious rambling with a strong kiss to your lips, followed by both of his palms covering the sides of your face to pull you impossibly closer. you gasp from the sudden movement, and just as you close your eyes to reciprocate, your boyfriend pulls back to show you the prettiest smile you have ever seen on his face.

“i guess you like them.” you sheepishly respond, holding back a smile equally as large.

he just replies by peppering your tanned skin with tangerine flavored kisses, each peck accompanied with the words “i love you, i love you so much”.

you and jongseob finally step out of the salon hand in hand, the cool air blowing onto your faces as you squeeze your interlocked fingers. jongseob presses on the pedestrian call button with one hand as you both anticipate the streetlamp to shift to green. you fill the comfortable silence with giggles and the occasional kiss to the cheek the entire commute to the subway, uncaring of prolonged glances from onlookers. words are only spoken an hour later when you’ve finally enter the warmth of his (and practically your) bedroom. jongseob turns towards you this time, clearly not as timid as he was hours before, smirking while pronouncing,

“in case you were still wondering, that offer from my text earlier still stands…”

it’s your turn to roll your eyes and shut him up, tugging him roughly towards you with the front of his stupid hoodie as your mouths connect with an urgency you’ve never felt before, the pair of you hurriedly falling on top of his bed as your nails make contact with his scalp.

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in the quiet of the night, considered by some as early hours of the morning, jongseob holds your bare frame tightly against his own as he strokes his hand along your freckled back. your warm breaths tuck into the small crevices of his chest as your tangerine tinted nails draw hearts lightly into his skin, and with that, the two of you gradually lull into a peaceful slumber, but not before you look up at him and whisper,

“i did it for you.”

a/n: mwahahahahahahahaha it’s finally out.. thank u for being patient!! it was honestly so motivating to see that despite the fact that so many people had never read my writing before, their love for jongseob made them crave this fic soooo much LMFAOO we all are so down bad for this man it’s a bit insane. anyways like i said i haven’t written for years so this was short and a little choppy but i tried my best and hopefully i’ll get better with time ^_^ anyways i’ll be finishing up my next fic soon and then i’ll start working on requests!! thank u for reading, it means a lot to me <3

please do not repost my writing!

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pretty-little-mind33 · 7 days

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Don't Blame Me

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: You've been the Twins' handler for years now, and when Tangerine blows up at you one evening after a mission, he apologizes in an unconventional way.

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: implied fuck boy!Tangerine, bitchy!Tangerine in the beginning, reader is named Peach, unprotected sex, passionate sex, not much foreplay (they're desperate lmao), swearing, insecurities, praise kink, degradation, emotional, Tangerine is all over the place and bad with his feelings!

I'm so sorry I feel like this took forever <3 enjoy! @j23r23

"He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not," you smile, your nails drumming on the desk as you pick at the petals of the roses in the jar near your computer. "Ah ha, he loves me. Knew you were so full of shit," you hum happily.

"Piss off," Tangerine loudly grunts in your ear and you tilt your head, scrunching your nose. You've told him not to yell like that—you've warned him that the earpiece is sensitive and you'll lose your hearing if he continues like this—but he never listens.

Being the Twins handler for almost four years now you've learned how to deal with their quirks.

Lemon, as ruthless as he is, is too trusting. He's also loyal to a fault and he'd die for Tangerine in seconds; something you've had to account for in your missions so it doesn't happen.

Tangerine on the other hand? Recklessness under the guise of control. He'd burn the entire world down for Lemon without hesitation, his temper as bright as the flames of a wildfire.

Unexplainably however, you were drawn to him the most.

While he pushes your buttons like no one else, you also tend to push him in ways that leave him wanting—no needing—more.

"Tan," you warn again, "don't talk so loudly, they'll hear you!"

"Stop your yapping in my ear then, luv," Tangerine snaps, his comment snarky and you hear a loud humph as it sounds like someone crashes into something.

Tangerine sounds out of breath and you use your mouse to click on the map on your computer. You zoom in and ask, "Where's Lem? You aren't supposed to meet any security for a while—"

"He's busy, darlin'. And your little shortcut turned out to be not so short after all," Tangerine says and you hear a loud grunt. It's obvious he's in the middle of a fight.

Your blood runs cold as you chew on your lip. Your hands quickly dance over the keyboard as you try and find another way for them—an easier way—

"Hey, Peach, will ya stop breathing so damn loudly, it's distracting me," Tangerine's voice interrupts your worry and you hold your breath when you hear a loud thwap and then a grunt—immediately accompanied by cursing and more hoarse shouts.

"Tangerine!" his name spills from your lips as you hear louder blows. "Tan?" you whisper when the line disconnects and a low buzz is heard in your ear. You fumble to discard the earpiece onto the desk in front of you and then you focus on finding Lemon.

If anyone can help Tangerine, it's Lemon.

With a frown, you activate the tracker you'd promised not to slip into Lemon's jacket, and a little red light blinks on your computer screen. He's not far from where Tangerine is. You lean over and connect to the microphone on your computer.

"Lemon?!"

You hear a crack and then the shuffling of clothes against the microphone in the tracker. "Peach?" Lemon grunts, "Ya cheeky lil' bird, I told ya not to track me," he lets out a breathy laugh, and another smack is heard, "Fuck me, these fuckers just don't die easily!"

"Lem? Where's Tan?" you ask, seeing that the tracker Tangerine wears voluntarily on his suit hasn't moved in a while. "Is he okay? I think the earpiece broke."

Something must have happened to his tracker too if it's malfunctioning.

"Yeah, which is why I say I should wear it—but he's bossy and he's your favorite," Lemon says.

"I don't have favorites!" you insist, your cheeks burning.

"Sure, whatever," Lemon chuckles and then adds, "Ah, speaking of the devil—I can see 'im now. Damn, he's beat up ain't he. Bullocks. Y'know your little plan was shit, Peach, security swarmed us almost immediately!"

You pinch your eyes and guilt settles in your stomach. "I know, I know, I'm sorry,"

You hear Tangerine's voice distantly as he grumbles, "Fuckin' arsehole broke my earpiece when he punched me—I lost contact with Peach," he complains and you hear shuffling. Your stomach fills with unwanted butterflies at the sound of his voice and how your codename rolls off his tongue.

"She can hear ya," Lemon says, his smirk evident in his tone, "Say hello, Peach."

"She tracked ya?"

"Yeah, and bugged me too apparently."

"What the fuck, my tracker doesn't do that," Tangerine says and you hear an infliction in his voice.

"Yeah, cauz you always have the earpiece."

"Because she likes me better,"

"That's what I said!!"

"Oi, you wankers, I can still hear you," you interrupt, "Will you just come back to the van now? The mission's a bust," you finish. While they continue to bicker for a moment, Lemon finally shuts down the tracker—by breaking it you assume—idiot—and it isn't until the van door slams open that you hear and see them again.

"Oi, now you're takin' the piss," Tangerine exclaims, glaring at his brother as he runs a hand through his mussed hair. He enters the van and you stand. Your eyes scan over his appearance; his suit is torn and bloodied and he has a gaping cut on his forehead. His ear is also bleeding from when you assume the broken earpiece had shattered.

"Christ," you whisper and walk over to him. Lemon smirks as he walks by the both of you and collapses onto the second chair near your desk. He's less beat up than Tangerine—who'd taken on more men you assume—but you remind yourself to check on him later anyway.

Tangerine senses you come up to him and he tenses when you hold his cheeks in your hands and check his wounds. "Tan, this looks bad," you say.

"Peach, I'm fine," he grumbles and turns his head away. He sounds grumpier than usual.

"Look, I'm sorry—I'm sorry I messed up, I—"

Suddenly, Tangerine explodes. His hand comes up around his ears as he scrunches up his nose. "Will ya just stop talkin' for one fuckin' second?!" he yells and even Lemon, who had been a silent bystander to the conversation, looks up from where he's bandaging his hand.

Your eyes widen and you blink at Tangerine. "W-what?"

He presses his index on his temple and narrows his eyes at you. "I have a fuckin' headache 'cause of you and you talkin' my fuckin' ear off all the damn time! And now I can barely hear because it's ringing so fuckin' hard!" he points to the blood inside his ear.

You flinch at his tone and try to control the tears threatening to spill as he harshly berates you.

"Right," is all you say, "sorry," your voice sounds small and you push by him and out to the front of the van to start the engine.

* * *

When you arrive outside their house—well, your house too since you've been living with them for the past three months—you don't talk to Tangerine. You don't even look at him.

Instead, without a word, you walk up to your room, tears still brimming, and slam the door behind you.

Your stomach hurts and your nails dig into your palms as you run a shower. You desperately want to wash away any memory of what happened tonight.

It isn't uncommon for you and Tangerine to fight—but he's never shouted like that and never in response to your worry.

Once you finish with your shower and walk out of the bathroom, just a towel wrapped around your body, you jump when you see Tangerine standing in the middle of your room.

He'd clearly freshened up too but, unlike yours, his hair is freshly dried. You aren't surprised—you know he hates sleeping with it when it's wet.

He's wearing a casual pair of beige slacks and a white T-shirt. The fabric strains against the muscles in his arms as he crosses them across his chest and you look up, feeling a burn in your cheeks.

Tangerine's ear has been bandaged and his cuts and bruises look kindly tended to. Lemon, you assume, he's always been soft on his brother even when he's acting like a jerk.

Tangerine is staring at you intensely, his blue eyes shining a shade darker than usual.

"Shit, stop being creepy," you grumble, holding your towel tightly around yourself. "Have you come to say you're sorry for acting like a prick or just stare a hole into my head?"

Tangerine's eyes narrow and he shakes his head. He stalks closer to you, pink lips parted and his hands find your hair near your nape. He pulls you in, seemingly unbothered by the squeal you make or how you're unable to move your hands to push him away.

Not that you'd want to push him away anyway.

"The fuck you think you're doing?" you hiss, staring at him, "have you gone mad?"

Tangerine just continues to stare into your soul. "You're so damn annoying," he mutters.

"I'll scream and Lemon will come and beat the shit out of you," you threaten, challenging him. You know Lemon would never do such a thing and you'd be a fool to scream.

"But, fuck me, I like you so damn much," he finishes his sentence, and then his lips find yours. His hand tightens in your hair as he kisses you. There's no tenderness in his kiss, no hesitation or remorse, just pure passion as he wraps his arms around you and holds your back as he pulls your chest to his.

You clutch the towel, making sure it feels secure, and kiss him back. You make a small sound behind his lips but you can't deny the heat in the kiss or how badly your stomach tightens just right. The steam coming from your bathroom is taunting as it surrounds you; sticky and warm.

"Tan," you mumble as his hand comes around your jaw and he turns your head to kiss your neck.

"Shut up," he growls, "you talk too damn much." He squeezes his eyes shut and the words fall easily from his lips as they press to your skin.

"God, you don't understand how hard it is for me; hearing your sweet voice in my ear while I'm trying not to get fuckin' stabbed or shot to death! You don't know what you do to me, darlin'. You have no fuckin' clue. It's fuckin' torture," he says as his hand tightens in your hair and you whimper.

"Tan, m-my towel," you tell him, struggling to hold it up as his body presses against yours.

This makes Tangerine snap out of whatever trance he's in for a moment and he looks down at you. His eyes have softened just a little and his tone is sultry when he asks, "Let it fall. I don't care. Do you?" His lips quirk up. "I've dreamt of you naked a thousand times, luv."

Your eyes round at the intensity of his words. You want to tell him to fuck off—that you've never thought of him like this. Never imagined his lips on yours or the way he'd feel inside you. But then you'd be a liar, and you aren't a liar.

Instead, you drop the towel, your eyes still intensely locked onto his. The cold air sends a shiver up your spine and Tangerine's hands find the skin on your back instead of the towel. His eyes haven't left yours and he looks surprised that you'd done it. He hasn't looked down and his cheeks have turned a dusty pink.

"What?" you move your hands up to his cheeks and hold them, "you said you'd dreamt of this. Well?" With as much confidence as you can muster, tilt his head to your naked body. You can feel your hands tremble against his cheeks, all kinds of insecurities and uncertainties bubbling inside you and just as you're going to pull away from sheer embarrassment, Tangerine speaks;

"Fuckin' hell, you look so much better than in my imagination," his hands slide up the curves of your hips and breasts. His touch is surprisingly gentle for how passionate he'd been in the beginning.

You watch as his eyes roam around your body and he runs a hand over his jaw, staring at you with pure admiration. "You belong in a fuckin' museum," he whispers behind his hand.

"Alright, lover boy," you roll your eyes and shift to move away but his hands find your hips and he hoists you up into his arms. You gasp, your arms finding his shoulders and your legs cling to his waist as your wet hair sprinkles water over his face. It's a weird position to be in considering you're naked.

"Tangerine!" you cry as he carries you over to your bed and you squeal when he drops you and hovers over you.

"Let me worship you, darlin'," he whispers as his knee slides in between your legs and he kisses your lips again. He disconnects them and looks at you seriously, "Please," he pleads and your eyes widen.

Tangerine never says please.

You find yourself nodding, too lost in the haze of it all to hear the small voice in your head screaming how stupid this is.

He'll throw you away after. He doesn't care. He'll hurt you. He'll break your heart!

You kiss him again, his lips moving against yours rhythmically. You're so lost in pleasure that when he sits up on his heels to strip his shirt, you whine and grasp at his arms. "Shhh, I'm here, dove," he chuckles, enjoying the power he has over you. When he leans over you to kiss you again, this time your hands find his abs and you can't help but explore them.

"You countin' them, luv?" he chuckles after a moment and his lips find your nipples as he squeezes one of your breasts in his hands. You make an embarrassed sound that quickly turns into a moan when he positions your hips just right so the fabric of his slacks hits your clit.

"I know, I know," Tangerine teases as he senses how needy you're becoming. "Shit, you're just a little slut, aren't ya, luv? Knew you'd wear those dresses to tempt me—didn't ya?"

You nod. You had. You didn't think it worked—he always played it so cool.

"You should know I would wank one out after seeing you—your thighs so visible and," he pauses and uses his hands to spread you open until he sees what he wants, "and that pretty pussy. So fuckin' pretty—

—you let me have a peek sometimes didn't you, naughty girl? Knew you did it on purpose," Tangerine says. He sounds satisfied with himself that he'd found you out and his grin widens when you nod.

"Just for you," you whisper, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Please, Tan," you whine, you're already so wet for him.

"What do you want, hm? Tell me," he smirks and dips his head down to kiss your neck as his hands wander around your skin. He sits back up and removes his slacks and boxers. Your eyes downturn on his cock and you bite your lip. God, is he really this beautiful everywhere? How fucking unfair.

Tangerine's hand comes up to your chin, "Where do you want me?"

You look into his eyes, unsure how to ask him for what you want. Tangerine smiles, his thumb touching your lip. He's gentle, his eyes softer now, "Peach," he leans in and kisses just behind your ear. You shiver. "It's okay. Tell me where you want me," he smiles against your skin.

"Inside me," you say, your voice small

Tangerine hums and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, "Where inside you, luv? I want to hear you say it for me."

You feel your cheeks warm and you stare up at him. "In my pussy," you say and Tangerine's eyes light up and he smirks.

"My pleasure," he says and shifts his hips until you feel his cock press against your pussy. He feels you tense as your hands tighten around his shoulder.

"Hey, it's just me," he says, pushing in slower now. He looks concerned as one of his hands finds your hair and pushes the strands away from your eyes.

Yeah, that's the issue, you want to tell him but you just nod, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Look at me," he says as he pushes inside you fully. You gasp, arching into him and your breathing becomes harsh. He's so thick and long. Tangerine doesn't move and you let out a whine, your eyelids fluttering. "I said, look at me. I won't move until you look at me, darlin'," he whispers sternly.

When you finally look at him he smiles, "Do you trust me? I'm not gonna hurt you—promise."

You nod, biting your lip. Of course, you trust him. "I trust you," you answer breathlessly.

"Good girl," Tangerine praises and kisses your forehead. He starts to move his hips, pulling in and out of you with torturous strokes. He feels so good.

As he fucks you, he leans his forehead on yours, occasionally whispering praises into your ear as he tells you how pretty you look with him buried inside you.

"So fuckin' pretty with my cock inside your pussy, hmm," he grunts, continuing the pounding of his hips. "You close, luv? Already?" He teases you with a smirk and kisses your lips. You let out small moans, skin warm and sticky as you nod.

"Good," he smiles and uses his thumb to rub your clit, adding pressure as he fucks into you. "So good for me. All for me, hmm?"

"Y-yes," you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Open your eyes, Peach," he demands and you do so instantly. "I want to look into your eyes when you come apart around me."

With that, the tension breaks inside you. Your body feels weak from the pleasure and your chest rises and falls rapidly once your high finishes. You let yourself relax into the mattress for a moment, ignoring the sudden stream of thoughts—good and bad—that race into your mind. Tangerine's lips touch your forehead again and then he pulls out, finishing on your stomach with a grunt.

You blink, feeling the bed dip and then his warmth disappears. You panic a little but you're too weak to move. If he wants to leave, let him, you convince yourself as you stare at the ceiling. However, when you feel something cold and wet across your stomach, you flinch and scramble to sit up.

Your eyes are wide and Tangerine pauses, removing the washcloth from your skin. He frowns a little, "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly. You stare at him. He's still shirtless but he's pulled up his trousers.

"You aren't leaving?" you ask, looking around the room and you suddenly feel very bare.

Tangerine's frown deepens but he doesn't speak for a moment as he washes away his cum from your skin and, after discarding the washcloth, he reaches behind him to hand you his shirt. You accept it without thinking and put it on, wrapping your arms around yourself as you continue to stare at him.

He shifts, sitting beside you with one leg off the bed. He still hasn't answered and you start to feel an impending pit in your stomach.

"Why would I leave?" he asks calmly, his voice doesn't have a hint of concern in its tone.

You fiddle nervously with the hem of his shirt, looking down. Your hair, now half-dried, is a mess from the pillows and you push it down and around your ears in an effort to compose yourself in front of him. "Well, I- I just assumed that you would—"

Tangerine tilts his head. "You think I would fuck and ditch, did ya? Ya think so low of me, Peach?" It feels like he sounds almost amused.

You shake your head but your nerves don't stop. "I mean, what do you expect me to think, Tangerine?" you look into his eyes and continue, "You come in here, all pissed at me—you yelled at me earlier and made me feel all shitty about myself—and then out of nowhere you kiss me and then we—"

"Fuck." Tangerine finishes bluntly.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Yeah, that," you let out a breath, "So, please, tell me. What am I supposed to think? What do you want from me now? Because I can't be one of your fuck toys, Tan. I refuse to be that girl. I- I care about you—" you feel your emotions get caught in your throat and you feel your eyes sting. Furiously, you wipe your eyes with your hands, refusing to cry in front of him.

Tangerine hasn't said a word. He's looking at you but you can't read his expression. You hate it. You shut your eyes, ready to call it quits, and tell him to leave, but then you feel the bed dip again and you feel his hands cup your cheeks. Your eyes snap open.

"Don't cry," he whispers, his thumb sliding under your eyes and catching your tears, "Please, don't cry because of a stupid bastard like me," he cracks a smile, hoping you'll smile too but when you don't and he sighs, "Okay, I was a dick, a real fuckin' dick, and you didn't deserve any of that. I'm sorry."

You nod, still listening to him, "You really were a dick," you whisper.

Tangerine chuckles and nods too. "Yeah. I was," he pauses and moves his thumb across your cheeks as if admiring you some more, "Do ya really believe I'd fuck ya for this to be a one-time thing, luv? That I'd just throw ya away after?"

Your cheeks feel warm. "I- I don't know,"

"You do know. You think I would do that to ya," Tangerine says, his voice low.

"I mean—that's what you do don't you? I've known you for years, Tan. All those girls—"

Tangerine suddenly laughs and his hands drop from your face. "Peach, you aren't those girls," he says, suddenly serious, "I wasn't just making it up when I said how hard it is for me to listen to you in my ear all the time. Not because you're annoying—which sometimes you are but that's beside the point—but because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for years. You're all I goddamn think about. Do you understand how hard that is for me?"

You just frown, shaking your head a little. "No. This doesn't make sense. Why now—why not yesterday? Or months ago? Or years ago?"

Tangerine runs a hand in his hair and lets out a breath. "Because I didn't want to but I snapped, I snapped, okay? I'm not fuckin' proud of it. I yelled at you and I felt so bad after I didn't know what to do with myself anymore—

—you're always there for Lem and me, and I realized, after that fuckin' earpiece broke, that I hated not having your pretty voice in my ear anymore. It felt like I'd lost you—do you have any idea how scared that made me feel, even when I knew it was irrational and that you were completely safe?" His words come out jumbled and strained. "I fuckin' hated it, I hated feeling like that so I snapped," he finishes.

You stare at him, his words hitting you hard. You've never seen him like this and it scares you, but it also turns you on some more. Why does he have to be so fucking hot? "And I'm sorry. I am. I would never throw you away. I don't want to throw you away after this—especially after fucking you—that's the last thing I would want! I– I-"

You stare at him some more, your eyes wide, "You what—?"

Tangerine pauses, "I love you," he says, articulating every word so you hear him clearly.

"You love me?"

"Yes."

"As in love love?"

"Fuckin' hell Peach, ya want me to scream it at ya or somethin'? I'm in love with ya. I love ya more than anythin' I fuckin' have. You're my everything. I love you so damn much."

All your anger, doubt, and shame instantly vanished into thin air. He loves you. All this time he'd loved and he was just shit at expressing his emotions? You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as happiness overwhelms you.

"Are ya laughing at me?" Tangerine's voice cuts in the air and you focus on him. He looks surprised and hurt.

Your smile falters and you shake your head. There is so much you want to tell him that you're at a loss for words. He looks so pretty like this, sitting in front of you, and your hands find his cheek instead of using words.

Your fingers skim the bandage that's still wrapped around his ear and you want to ask him if it still hurts. You want to ask him so many things. He's staring at you, chest heaving, and you don't think as you kiss him.

It's softer than the previous passionate kiss you'd shared. Only, Tangerine reacts with as much eagerness as earlier. His hands find your back and he presses you against him, your lips sliding against yours. It's intense and lovely all in the same.

"I love you too," you say quietly between kisses.

"Say it louder," Tangerine suddenly hums, his eyes shut in pleasure. You think he needs you to talk louder because one of his ears is bandaged and hurt.

So, you do as he asks and it earns you another kiss, however when Tangerine mutters, "I wanna hear ya say it again," you know he heard you fine. His voice is so love sick you just grin and wrap your arms around him, your hands bunching in his curls.

"I love you, Tangerine," you say breathlessly, "I love you."

"You have no idea how happy ya just made ma, luv," he responds instantly, running his hand over your cheek as he looks into your eyes. "God, I'd die for ya," he mutters and you frown, slapping his arm a little.

"Don't talk about you dying, you git," you reprimand, and Tangerine smirks.

He kisses your neck and with a teasing tone he reassures you, "Ya have nothin' to worry about, luv. I'd much rather live for you. You have all of my heart, darlin'. It's all yours," he guides your hand to press your palm against his chest and you feel how quickly his heart is beating.

"This beats for you."

You smile and kiss his lips once more as you bring his other hand to your chest too. "And I'm yours," you whisper. "Only yours."

And until then, you'd never seen Tangerine's grin widen as widely as it did when you said those words.

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my girl

Possessive!Tangerine x fem!Reader

1.5k words

rated E, more fingering so nsfw, no minors~

thank you to local fandom legend @avocado-writing for reading this over!

for @northerngalxy who asked for:

"Tangerine x reader where a drunk guy is trying to kiss her…?"

i found a TikTok of a man who said a certain key phrase in this fic, and i had to write it coming out of Tangerine's mouth. enjoy!

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It’s a warm summer night, but a steady breeze makes it bearable. You’re out at a bar with Tangerine, who showed up without warning at your door a few hours ago.

“How long would it take you to get ready, if I wanted to take you out?” he asked, knowing the answer, but grinning mischievously.

“Maybe thirty minutes? What’s gotten into you? This can’t be the same Tang who left a week ago,” you said, heading into your bedroom to change.

He followed behind you, watching you undress. Leaning against the doorframe, he was wearing a striped button up shirt that was barely buttoned, dark jeans that fit him perfectly, and black leather loafers. Never without his gold jewelry, he removed his medallion and placed it gingerly around your neck. Aside from your underwear, it was the only thing you were wearing.

“I want you to wear this tonight,” he said, his hands sliding down your arms to thread his fingers through yours. “Make sure it’s visible.” He’d met your eyes in the mirror, and it had been so hard not to shove him down onto the bed and take him then and there.

Tangerine is in a rare fantastic mood, not an ounce of the usual grouch in him. After dining at the most decadent Italian restaurant, you’ve decided on a night cap at your favorite local spot. The inside of the bar was packed, so you grab a table on the patio. The tables and chairs are black wrought iron, with an outdoor bar off to the left. They’ve strung lights between the brick walls of the buildings enclosing the space, and they give everything a soft, romantic glow.

Tangerine is telling you what he can about where he’s been, about Lemon, and the books he read on the journey there and back, joking often and laughing loudly. His good cheer is contagious, and you find yourself smiling so much your cheeks hurt. Every time your drink gets low he’s dutifully heading over to the bar to replace it. After you’ve had a few, you can feel the warmth of the alcohol radiating through you. You ask him to get you a glass of water, and he carefully collects your empty glasses and gets up.

Tangerine is only gone for a few seconds before a stranger comes over to your table. You didn’t notice him at first, busy reaching for your phone in your bag, but the scrape of metal against concrete causes you to jerk your head up. He’s pulling out a chair and sitting down next to you, way too close.

“Hi,” he starts, clearly a little drunk but not totally inebriated. “I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to talk to you all night.” Everything about him looks expensive, from his suit to his haircut. There’s something predatory in the way he’s watching you that immediately puts you off.

“I’m here with someone,” you tell him flatly, pulling out and unlocking your phone. You’re hoping he’ll take the hint and leave you be, but no such luck.

He reaches over, putting his hand over the screen. “Give me a chance. I promise I’m a better time than that pretty boy,” he says with a smirk, cocking his head toward Tangerine at the bar. “Let me get your insta, at least.”

“Careful, your jealousy is showing,” you tell the creep, pulling your phone away and replacing it in your bag. “Kindly fuck off and let me enjoy my evening, thanks.”

He only smiles, and it puts you in the mind of a snake. “I could have you begging for me,” he says, clearly trying some kind of bedroom voice. To you, it sounds like a bad Batman impression.

Before you can respond, two massive hands come down on his shoulders, squeezing hard.

“I don’t think I quite caught that. D’you wanna repeat that for the class?” Tangerine asks, trying to rein in his own fury. The veins in his hands stand out prominently, reaching up his arms.

The man tries to twist out of his grasp, stand up, something, but Tangerine forces him back into the chair.

“No no, none of that. Listen to me,” Tangerine says, leaning down next to the creep’s ear. Voice low and full of venom, he tells the man, “You’re trying to get into her DMs, yeah? But you see my necklace around her throat? ‘Cause at night she’s sucking the rings off of my fingers.”

“Jesus, Tangerine,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, desperately trying to fight a grin.

He gives you a quick wink before getting deadly serious again. Jerking the chair back, the man puts his hands up defensively, cowering.

“Look, man, it was just a joke,” the creep says, looking like he wants to collapse in on himself.

Tangerine steps in front of him, pulling him to his feet by the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Look, man, I can’t see the humor,” Tangerine mocks him, shoving him into the table of men who were laughing a minute ago. He rolls ass-over-teakettle across the surface, finally hitting the ground with a thud.

“Any of you wanna say something?” Tangerine challenges, cracking his knuckles, but they all look away quickly. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

He comes over to you, holding out his hand. “Let’s go, love.”

Without a word, you place your hand in his, and he leads you through the bar and back outside, now on the street. His skin is hot against yours, and you know he was hoping for a brawl. The man loves a good old fashioned fistfight.

After a few blocks of walking in semi-stunned silence, you stop, pulling him towards you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring him into a kiss. His lips press hard against yours, and you catch his bottom lip between your teeth. Groaning, his hands go to your hips, pressing your bodies together.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“Careful, ‘cause I will fuck you on the street,” he tells you, catching his breath.

“Maybe I want you to,” you tease, pressing your lips to his again. His kiss is eager, yearning, his tongue parting your lips. One of your hands threads through his hair, messing up the carefully combed curls. Your nails drag against his skull and he moans into your mouth. Without stopping the kiss, he drags you both over to the side of a short brick building, and pushes you up against a wall. You’re thankfully on a residential side street that happens to be deserted, because neither of you bother to check if anyone’s around. One of his legs pries yours apart, and he lifts up the skirt of your dress. His fingers rub against the soft fabric of your panties, teasing around your clit but not touching it directly.

“Can I have you right here, love?” he asks, his hot breath on your lips. You smile.

“I nearly jumped your bones at the bar, in front of god and everyone. All that to say yes, absolutely,” you tell him, laughing. His mouth moves along your jaw, kissing and licking his way up to your earlobe. Just as he gives it a sharp bite, his fingers push inside of you. Unable to stop the loud moan that escapes you, you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He starts off slow, letting you get used to one and then two digits.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well,” he says, looking at you with so much pride it hurts. “Telling other men to fuck off,” he laughs. His thumb finally starts circling your aching clit. The pressure alternates as his fingers pump in and out of you. A bead of sweat rolls down his throat, and your tongue darts out to catch it. He picks up speed until you’ve got his hair in a death grip with one hand, digging your nails into his rock hard forearm with the other. The orgasm hits you quick, your thighs capturing his wrist in a vice, pushing your body down his fingers, trying to get him as deep as possible. You bite into his shoulder, moaning his name and -yes oh fuck yes- into the fabric of his shirt.

Letting you recover against him, he slowly withdraws his hand from you, replacing your panties and righting your skirt. Dazed, the thought of what he said earlier comes crashing back to you. You take his slick hand, bringing it up to your lips. Drawing his index finger into your mouth, you taste yourself as you drag your tongue down the length of it. Your lips tighten around the onyx signet ring and you suck on it. It comes loose easily, lubricated by your own arousal. Releasing his finger with a pop, you spit the ring into your hand, never breaking eye contact with Tangerine. His expression is something between stunned and painfully aroused.

“Was this your plan all along?” you ask him, dropping the ring into his shirt pocket.

“I’m not that clever,” he shrugs, giving you a wolfish smile. His hands slide up your back, pulling you off the wall and flush against his body. He kisses you tenderly, tasting you. “Now let’s get out of here.”

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n #tangerine #bullet train #fanfic #fanfiction #requests #requests open #northerngalxy #tangerine bullet train

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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Theater Brat pt. 3 🎭

Buggy x FemReader

Some more Angst then Fluff but still fun!

You felt like your head was pounding, groaning softly as you felt yourself come to. Was it the alcohol from the party in Tangerine town?.. but you don't remeber drinking that much?.. It wasn't until the image of Buggy's eyes on you that evening that everything came to and you snapped your eyes open finally.

It was almost pitch black but with a single spotlight on the ground about 10 ft from you, yourself seated on what could only be described as a wooden red throne. Sitting up you see you're dresses in a far too expensive gown, very similar to one from your favorite musicals but dyed a sky blue color as well as jewelry hanging down from your ears, neck and wrist. Even a ring placed on your hand which was gold with a sapphire in the center.

A sense of panic hit your chest as you tried to sit up- far too quickly as the ache in your head returned. Making you sit back down on the chair.

"Sorry, those Muggy Balls can cause drowsiness and headaches.. I thought I gave you the smallest one I had but- seems it was still too strong" You heard a all too familiar voice say, turning to see Buggy standing just to the side of the throne. Leaned against it as he used one of his knives to clean under his nails-

"B-Buggy what the hell? I agreed to go with you- why did you?"

"To make it easier, it's harder to sneak a person put instead of just kidnapping them while unconscious. Way quieter" He said with a crooked grin, Leaning back up and walking around the throne like chair. Looking you over like a predator who had finally caught their prey.

"And the costume?.." You questioned, swallowing thickly as you saw his eyes linger over your form.

"Just a gift, for your care of me while with the Strawhats" He said with a smile. His hands playing with your hair as he stepped to your left and sighed contently at the sight of you.

"Bring it here!" He yelled at some shadows in the corner, before a grand desk was brought out and set infront of you by two of his crewmates. The finest of pens, pencils, paints and paper also set upfront of you, as well as a bowl of fine sweets you had once expressed enjoying and even popcorn.

You couldn't help but feel both flattered and a little scared how much he had thought this threw. Your favorite snacks, your favorite drinks, he had truly listened to it all and you hadn't even realized it.

"I have prepared my best show yet, and as promised. No 'Gore' or anything to scare you Doll' He said teasingly, which surprisingly drew a chuckle from you.

"I hope you enjoy, and I do want to see what you can draw up for me" He said with a wink as he stepped back from you and into the waiting spotlight.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls here to witness the greatest show of all! Buggy' Circus of Delight!" He announced, the lights coming on all around you as flocks of different acts came out in at first a symphony of chaos. Before they organized in a perfect rehearsed fashion.

Act after act was done perfectly, from the dancing Lion, to Buggy's juggling act which even included his own head that made you laugh st your seams. Musical numbers of your favorite songs, Acrobatics, Contortionist and everything under the sun.

By the end of it you were Grinning ear to ear and applauding the group.

"That was absolutely wonderful! You all are very talented and lovely, I'm impressed" You praised, which earned received smiled from the crew. Buggy walked over to you and leaned against the chair again to see what you had made, Grinning widely at the drawing you had conjured up.

"Perfect-" He muttered, You looking up at him to see his eyes on you and not your painting. Blushing a bit as you smiled.

"I'm glad you like it Buggy! I wanted the highlight the diversity and talent of your show" You said, cheerfully, however you were surprised when Buggy detached his hand and gently grabbed yours. Looking to see you had removed the bracelets and ring-

"You took them off?" He questioned, raising a brow at said jewelry on the desk.

"Oh I didn't want to get ink on them or scratch the paper" You admitted with a calm shrug. He frowned slightly.

"If they were damaged or you don't like them I'd get you new ones" He said with a shrug, Acting like the jewelry wasn't that important or hard to find.

"(Y/N) I promise I'll give you anything you wish for. Nothing is too expensive for you" He said, his eyes glowing with that same emotion as before- one you didn't know until now... obsession.

"There is no need for that, I promise. Besides Buggy this stuff is lovely but far too expensive for me. This could cost most people a fortune and I have never worn expensive things" You emphasized, but saw Buggy smile and pick back up the ring and slide it back on your finger. Giving your hand a gentle squueze.

He waved over his crew members who brought his throne over- you realizing he must have had a second throne for you either brought up or made as his own was sat next to you, his hand still holding over yours. As if also rehearsed a large meal was brought out and set on open spots of the desk. You noticed how much this seemed to be planned- the show, dress, jewelry even the lunch and snacks gifted to you... it was perfectly planned.

"Say what did you think of the juggling?-" Buggy said quickly, pulling your mind from yout questioning thoughts like he could read you so openly.

You and Buggy talked for a while, eating lunch together and tlaughing. Buggy expressing delight in the artistic rendering that you had made and even flexing his arm to show that he was way buffer then most, laughing you to break out in giggles which he clearly enjoyed

"This has been delightful Buggy, But I must get back to my crew" You said with a happy sigh having enjoyed the day greatly despite the scary start, not catching the darkened look that grazed Buggy's eyes.

"Alright, But it has been a long journey and show for you. How about you take a bath and rest a little? I have a room you can use" He said with a kind smile, which seemed off in a way. However you nodded non the less.

After the very nice bath and having a few snacks you laid in the massive bed. Dressed in the nice pajamas that one of the crew members dropped off for you.

You looked around, noticing something you hadn't noticed before. The gold looking bolts on your window so it couldn't be opened, how secure this room was and separated it was from the crew quarters. Paired with something that immediately caught you eyes- painted directly above your head was a blue bird- around its closed wings golden lines wrapped around it..

"A golden cage..." You whispered, dread filling your soul as you looked around. The expensive clothes laid in the cherry wood draws, the massive sleigh bed that was filled with the finest of of pillows and silk blankets. All the art supplies and trinkets you could ask for.. This was your cage- He wasn't going to let you out.

Rushing to the door you try the handle, feeling the door not give way and the handle not budge. Locked.. from the outside. Rapidly you started to pull at the handle, feeling tears well in your eyes as the realization fully set in.

"Oh Gods..." You gasped out, fear running through your body as you stood back. Realizing what was happening to you- A prisoner of Buggy, his own personal friend that he would never let go of-

You started to bag against the door and cry out for release but your please were ignored. Instead silence only following you- As fear crept into your system you sat at the stool near the window looking out at the sky and crying silently.

It was a few hours before you heard the sound of the door being unlocked. Watching as Buggy stepped in with a large tray of food and drinks that was clearly ment to be shared, a smile on his lips.

"I see you're settling in well- a few of my Freaks mentioned you had started to bang on the door and rattle the nob.." He said, his gaze hardening a bit while his voice stayed jovial. Watching you as you stood up from the easel and a painting you had started after crying.

"Buggy why are you keeping me here? This isn't what we agreed to! You said I could go"

"Did I?-" He said with a amused smile. You couldn't tell if this was a punishment for his imprisonment or a reward for your presence, Clearly it was as clouded to you as it was to him- He simply smiled seeing the confusion and fear in your eyes and brushed it off. Instead walking to the record player in the room and putting on one of the records, slow music began to bleed through the horn and filled the room with song.

"You're my person (Y/N) I can't let you go that easily"

Stepping forward towards your shaking form he gently wrapped one hand around your waist and another holding your hand. Guiding you to follow him in a gentle sway-

"I promise, I'll make you happy. Happier then anyone else-" He said calmly, his hand holding your tightly as the two of you swayed to the music. A few tears running down your cheek and felt his lips kiss them away slowly. Smiling against your cheek as he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes as the music began to come to a end.

"and I'll kill anyone who dares try to get in my way"

#x reader #one peice x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #one peice live action #one piece

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layla4567 · 4 months

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Sweet as Peaches

Sanji Drabble (SFW)

Sanji had recently bought fresh fruit, including blueberries, strawberries, pears, and peaches. Lots of peaches, your favorites. And certainly he knew it, which is why he had bought them, if Nami had her tangerines, you had your peaches. The blonde cook was in the kitchen as always, there wasn't a minute where he wasn't there preparing something delicious. You were near Nami's tangerine trees with her, cleaning and caring for the beautiful and healthy trees.

"You have to clean the leaves gently so they don't break, like that, see?". You said to the redhead as you ran a clean cloth tenderly over the green leaves.

She looked at you attentively and nodded while caressing the large, round tangerines. He took out one that was very ripe and smelled it, closing his eyes while smiling. Suddenly Luffy came trotting up to the two of you with that cheerful and characteristic smile.

"Sanji brought food!! Well, fruits actually"

"Oh yeah? And what fruits did he bring today?" . You asked without looking at him, concentrating on the leaves of the tangerine tree.

"Oh many, pears, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, peaches, bananas-"

When you heard the words peaches, you stopped cleaning the leaves and opened your eyes in surprise, looking at Luffy, unable to contain yourself, you exclaimed.

"Peaches!? You said peaches!?"

"Yes, why the quest-?. The captain couldn't finish the sentence because with a happy squeal you jumped up, dropping the cloth and ran to the kitchen giggling. You stormed in where Sanji was standing washing and peeling the fruit. First he heard your melodious laugh and then he was slightly startled when he saw you but soon a smile appeared on his face.

"What is the reason for your lovely visit, petal?". He said almost laughing.

You sat awkwardly on a stool and almost fell on one side with excitement, catching your breath and without stopping smiling you rested your elbows on the bar and looked at him mischievously.

"A little bird told me that you bought fruit, especially peaches."

Sanji looked at you with the eyes of a lover, he loved it when your gaze had that sparkle of emotion, laughing softly he replied "And by any chance does that little bird of yours wear a straw hat and talk up a storm?"

"Exactly!". You said, laughing amusedly and infecting the cook. You looked around the counter looking for the fruits until you saw them in a bowl near Sanji's cutting board. Then your gaze went to his white hands, his velvety fingers peeling the fruit and caressing the peel while he skillfully and firmly manipulated the knife. Then your eyes fell on his face until he looked up, feeling himself being watched only to meet your puppy eyes. You only used them when you wanted something.

"Oh no, I know what you're trying to do and puppy eyes won't work this time."

"Please Sanji!" You begged, putting your hands in prayer, the blonde boy closed his eyes and smiled, shaking his head. He loved when you called him by name with your soft, musical voice.

"Ok ok you win, my blossom." Sanji brought the bowl of fruit to you and you quickly grabbed a plump, reddish-spotted orange peach. With your nails you began to peel a part until you reached the fresh pulp. You were very hungry so you put a big piece of peach in your mouth.

You looked like gluttonous Luffy eating that fruit as if you hadn't eaten in centuries. You sucked the pulp, tasting its juice, making noise. Sanji looked at you funny while he continued peeling the other fruits. You took the peach out of your mouth finishing chewing and licked your lips, a little of the yellowish liquid had escaped from the corners of your lips and had stained your chin.

The blonde boy looked at you with joy and without saying anything grabbed a kitchen towel and leaned towards you. You looked at him confused, a little self-conscious about his closeness and he moved his hand towards your chin, cleaning it without stopping to look at your eyes or smile.

"You were a little dirty but that's it." He said sweetly

"Thank you, do you want some by the way?" . You asked him, holding out the dripping peach that you still held in your hand.

"Mmh, okay, why not?" He said smiling flirtatiously

You were going to give him the fruit when suddenly he came even closer and connected his lips with yours. You opened your eyes in surprise since the least you expected was a kiss from him. After the shock, you closed your eyes while both smiled on each other's lips. Sanji savored you as if you were the most delicious dessert in the world. You allowed his tongue to touch your lips so he could taste the nectar of the peach and you deepened the kiss, wishing it would never end. Suddenly, when everything seemed perfect, Luffy came violently into the kitchen, scaring the two of you away, abruptly separating and blushing up to your ears.

"So?! When will the food be ready?! I'm starving!"

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let’s get outta here, baby | frankies morales x f!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: Frankie whisks you away on Valentine’s Day for a romantic evening secluded by the water.

Warnings: established relationship, exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), face riding, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), creampie, fluff, pet names (baby, hermosa, querida, amor) after care, reader has no description, no mention of hair type/body type/skin color, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: let’s try this again. happy frankie friday! oh how i missed my Frankie so much omg 😭 he and Javi are tied for my favorite Pedro boys tbh. i love love love him sm. anyway, i hope y’all enjoy!! as always, not beta’d - all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Translations: Te amo = I love you

Divider by @saradika-graphics

“Come on, baby. Get dressed, we have plans,” he said.

“Where are we going, Frankie? I just got comfy, plus I thought we were gonna stay in and watch a movie or a few episodes of our show?” You pout, already snuggled in on the couch, lounging in your leggings and one of Frankie’s hoodies.

“I know, but I thought we could do something else tonight. And what you’re wearing is actually perfect, just throw on some comfy shoes. I promise it’s nothing crazy. Now come on. Let’s get outta here, baby,” he says, car keys in hand as he extends a hand to you.

That was 2 hours ago, his left hand drumming on the steering wheel to the music that plays throughout the speaker, his right hand resting on your thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze.

After the two of you worked crazy hours the past week, work had finally given you a deserved day off, and it just so happened to be Valentine’s Day. Frankie opted to use his sick hours, giving you two the whole day to yourselves. You’d craved to sit at home and wait for your boyfriend to get home to enjoy a romantic evening at home with him.

Frankie had other plans it seems.

Your hand rests atop his, fiddling with his fingers as you hum along to the music. The road winds along the coast, the rind of clouds floating in the tangerine sky. reflecting off the water. Traffic was a bit heavy, but Frankie said it didn’t matter what time you two made it to the location, that it’d be open.

Pulling up to a hill, Frankie drives upwards. Your brows furrow in confusion, head snapping to gaze at your boyfriend. He pulls his hand from your thigh as he maneuvers the car up the hill, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Where are you taking me, Francisco?” You playfully question him.

“I told you, it’s a surprise, baby. You’ll see,” he says smugly. Jokingly scrutinizing him, you cross your arms and hum.

Soon enough, he pulls the car to a stop and cuts the engine. He’s parked on a cliff overlooking the coast, the waves crashing in the background. Crickets chirping and a brisk breeze blows through the air. Frankie rushes out of the car and to the trunk.

“Don’t look back here yet, querida!” He shouts. He’d told you the same thing before you’d left, covering your eyes as he helped you in the truck and blocking off the backseat with some blankets. You hear Frankie grunting and shuffling around the trunk, smiling softly to yourself at the thought of him all flustered.

“Need any help, baby?” You yell over the commotion. You’re met with a few more grunts and can feel Frankie crawling in the trunk.

What the hell is he doing?

Popping up in your peripheral, you jump slightly as he stands there - his cheeks flushed as he takes off his cap and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on.

“Come on, querida,” he says, his hand extended awaiting your grasp. A suspicious smirk tugs at your lips, brows scrunched in question. He leads you to the rear of the truck, the trunk door open. Pillows and blankets strewn about the truck bed, a cooler and his laptop lay on the floor.

Gasping at the sight in front of you, tears spring in your eyes. You whirl around, hands still entwined as a cheek-splitting smile crinkles your face.

“Frankie. You did all this for me?” You ask quietly, Frankie mirroring your smile.

“Of course, querida. I know we said no gifts this year and we wanted to stay in with work being hectic for both of us, but you still deserve something.” His voice growing hushed and timid, his free hand fidgeting as his neck flushes red. Smiling even bigger, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders, looping them around his neck and crash your lips onto his. Frankie cups your cheeks as you two smile into each other, soft laughter bubbling from both of you.

“You are the sweetest man alive, Francisco Morales,” you whisper, disconnecting from him. His cheeks flush with heat. “I don’t know about all that, querida,” he rasps against your lips, grinning bashfully.

“You are, Frankie. This is perfect. Thank you for this, amor - for loving me. I love you,” you utter sweetly, threading your fingers through his curls and giving his head an affectionate, gentle scratch.

“No need to thank me, baby. Loving you is the best decision I’ve ever made. I love you - so much, hermosa,” he affirms, his voice growing huskier. He stealthily sneaks his hands down your back, resting them on the globes of your ass. He leans in, capturing your lips in another tender kiss.

The tenderness doesn’t last long though as the kiss blossoms into something hungrier, thick with lust. Frankie walks you backwards towards the truck bed, carefully helping you inside.

Only breaking for air to scoot back and settle into the makeshift mattress. He slowly settles you on your back against the plush padding of the blankets and pillows. Yanking him down for another hungry kiss, moans and sighs grow louder. The area is so secluded, no one is around to hear.

He slides his tongue into your mouth, tongues entangled and teeth clashing together. Moaning into him, he brings his rough, warm hands to cup your cheeks, sucking your bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Frankie,” you moan softly, parting from his lips, panting. Frankie suckles on your neck, moving his way to nip at your jaw. Kissing his way down your body, you moan quietly when he presses a kiss above your clothed mound.

“Can I take these off, hermosa?” He asks softly, toying with the hem of your leggings. You nod, whimpering as he slides them off, not wasting a second. Peppering kisses along your bare thighs, you squirm beneath him - desperate for his mouth.

“Need to taste you, baby,” he rasps, kissing your mound before slipping off your panties, tossing them to the side to join your leggings. You lift your hips, aiding him in the process and lay back down as he licks his lips. Eyes blown black and wild, eager and hungry for you. The feel of his lips against your bare sex earns him a whine, a desperate plea for more.

“I got you, querida,” he grits, diving in and licking a long, languid stripe between your folds, moaning into you as he savors the sweet, salty tang of your slick. Moaning at the feeling of his hot mouth on your aching core, you tug on his soft curls. Frankie grunts into you, always loving the way you grip his hair, holding onto him for purchase as he unravels you.

A wanton moan tumbles from your lips, slick endlessly streaming from your weeping cunt as Frankie slurps up every droplet. Your back arching further into the air as your head sinks deeper into the plush mountain of pillows and blankets on the truck bed.

“So fucking good, Frankie, fuck, yes, baby." Your moans bloom into a cry as Frankie abruptly stops, pulling away and sitting up. His cheeks sticky with your nectar, and his eyes black and wild - vehement. He sits up against the pillows, bringing you to sit up with him.

“Wh-what? No, Frankie, please why’d you st-,” you whine, until Frankie cuts you off with his rough grasp. He drags you up his chest, leaving a trail of slick on his belly and broad chest, before coming face-to-face with your dripping cunt - groaning at the sight of your swollen clit. Without a word, he forces you to sit on his face, his strong nose nudging at your clit as his tongue prods in and out of your entrance.

Sucking in a sharp gasp, you clutch his curls, the new position throwing you off-kilter. Gasps morph into uncontrollable moans as he grips your thighs tightly, your hips rocking into his face. His tongue flicks your precious pearl swirling frantic circles around your clit before wrapping his lips around your swollen bud.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god, Frankie,” you keen, your orgasm rapidly approaching - taunting you on a precipice that’s just within reach. Frankie moaning below you, the vibrations sending jolts of electricity throughout your entire body.

You glance down with glazed eyes, catching a glimpse of him drunk off your pussy. Eyes shut in bliss, cheeks flushed and shiny, his scruff burning your thighs, curls disheveled as he moans while working his skillful tongue. It pushes you further to the edge, wailing above him as you cant your hips harder into his face.

“Yes, yes, yes, Frankie! Oh fuck, Frankie! I’m gonna come, I’m gonna - oh fuck!”

Twitching and writhing above him, he releases your clit from his lips and licks another long stripe through your folds before relentlessly flicking at your precious swollen bud again.

“Frankie, oh fuck! Frankie, Frankie, Frankie!”

You crumble, your body nearly folding in on itself as your orgasm sets your body aflame, rutting your hips into your boyfriend’s face. Screaming his name as you ride out your orgasm. Your heartbeat thrumming in your ears like the waves crashing in the ocean nearby.

As the rush of your orgasm slows, Frankie wastes no time to slide you off his face, licking his lips and eyes wide and feral. Your legs tremble as he settles you atop his stomach. The trail of hair brushing against your sensitive clit, hissing at the sensation.

Frankie grunts with his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth as he hastily fiddles with his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking his briefs and pants down in one go.

“Need to be inside you, querida,” he grits. You love seeing him so needy, desperate - so wild. He drags you down his stomach, his weeping cock brushes against your folds - guttural moans bouncing off the confines of the truck. He lifts your hips slightly, just enough to slide you down on his cock. Your mouth agape in a perfect O as you slowly sink onto his heavy, hard length. Filling you to the brim, fluttering around him as he twitches inside of you.

“Frankie, s-so full,” you whisper, voice pitchy and desperate. He groans as you clench around him.

“Fuck, don’t do that, hermosa. Or else this’ll end before it starts.”

He slowly grinds his hips, pushing his cock deeper into you. Shuddering as he feels impossibly deep, taking him is never an easy feat, but the reward is priceless. The stretch aches deliciously as he splits you open.

You slowly grind your hips into his, meeting him with his thrusts. Moans stream from your lips, an endless river of Frankie Frankie Frankie. Your orgasm cresting, the sensitivity still prevalent from the one he gave you just minutes ago. Lifting off him with what little strength you have, you slam your hips back down onto him.

The stretch of his cock makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you sink back down onto him. He hits that spot just right as he fucks up into you.

“Sweetest fucking pussy ever. Mine, it's all mine, huh, querida? Who does this pussy belong to?” He grits, his hips canting upwards, thrusts growing sloppier every time.

“Y-yours, Frankie! 'S all yours, I'm all yours,” you slur, vision growing spotty.

“‘S right, baby. You're mine. All fucking mine," he moans, his cock punching your g-spot hard, wailing at the feel of him.

“Frankie! Oh god, Frankie,” you keen, bracing yourself on his clothed chest as he fucks you as if his life depends on it.

“Come on, querida. Come for me, you’re so close. Squeezing me so goddamn tight. Let go, baby. Soak my cock, baby, need you to soak my cock, querida,” he babbles, fighting off his own orgasm as you reach the top of yours.

His words send you crashing into your second orgasm, screaming as he fucks you through it. His own resolve crumbles as he watches you squirm and feels you squeeze around him.

Your hearing muffled as your orgasm drags you under the waves, you hear Frankie shout strings of profanities as you feel his cum coat your fluttering walls. The two of you ride out your highs together.

Your vision hazy, covered in a thick fog of bliss as you float back to the surface of reality from the waves of your orgasm. You collapse on his chest, the two of you full clothed, save for your bottoms. Laying on him for a moment, silence hangs in the cool air as you two catch your breath.

He traces patterns on your lower back, huffing as he regains control of himself. His rapid heartbeat returns to a steady thrum, calming your senses. Sex and sweat coats your bodies and the air in the trunk.

Carefully flipping you onto your back, he slips out of you slowly, hissing in tandem at the loss. He grabs one of the extra blankets he packed from the floor and wipes off the combination of his cum and your slick between your thighs. He cleans himself up before tossing the blanket on the floor behind the passenger seat.

Sitting up, you slide your leggings back on, forgoing your panties. Frankie tosses his belt off to the side and pulls his jeans up, leaving the button undone.

“You okay, baby?” He asks, sitting beside you.

Always a gentleman, always checking in with you.

Bringing a hand to his cheek, you smile at him with heavy eyes.

“I’m good, baby. Thank you,” you whisper. He smiles, placing a tender kiss on your palm before he lays beside you.

“I am a little hungry now though. You didn’t tell me we’d be on the road for so long and doing strenuous activities,” you joke. His chest rumbles while he chuckles heartily.

“I didn’t expect to be doing any strenuous activities either… well, at least not so soon into our date.”

“At least wine and dine me first, Morales,” you giggle. He nips at your neck, your giggles blossoming into a belly laugh.

“Come on, amor. Let’s eat. Gotta make sure my girl is ready for round two when we get home,” he says with a wink. He sits up, pulling you up with him. You rearrange the padding and pull up a movie on his laptop as he digs for something in the cooler.

He pulls out two beers, his toothy grin making you smile. Cracking open two beers, he hands you one and settles back on the fort. He throws a blanket over you two as you snuggle into his side, clinking your bottles together in a silent toast, grinning from ear to ear.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, hermosa. Te amo, baby,” Frankie rasps against your head, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. Gazing up at him, eyelids droopy with love and admiration. You capture his lips in a sweet, chaste kiss as he pulls you in closer, squeezing you tight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mi amor. Te amo también.”

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eleventhdoctorsangel · 7 months

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Never wanted you to hate me

I could feel my heart in my throat as I looked around to see that I was back at the big top. I looked down and I was still wearing the outfit that Buggy had me wear. “Luffy! Nami! Zoro!” I yelled. “Their gone sweetheart.” Buggy said as he walked out of the shadows. “They wouldn’t do that. Zoro wouldn’t do that to me.” I said. “Who do you think was the one to suggest leaving you.” Buggy said. “You’re lying.” I said. Buggy came over to me putting a hand on my cheek and started to stork it with his thumb. I slapped it away and made a run for it out of the big top. But as soon as I ran out I was back in. So I tried again but just kept coming back inside of the big top. “You can do that all day sweetheart but you’ll never get anywhere but right here with me.” Buggy said. “I don’t want to be here with you I want to be with my friends.” I said. “Some friends they are they abandoned you. They left you.” Buggy said. “Shut up.” I said. “They’re glad that they left you. How long do you think it would have been before they decided leave you here. Come on sweetheart think about look what rubber boy can do, your so called protector fights with three swords, that girl with the tangerine hair is the navigator. What did you bring to that team sweetheart. You were nothing but a liability to them.” Buggy said. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” I yelled as I put my hands over my ears falling to the ground crying.

I felt hands gently remove mine from over my ears. But my eyes were still fixated on the ground. “Sweetheart I want you to look at me.” Buggy said. But I didn’t listen. “Sweetheart please I would like to see those beautiful eyes of yours.” Buggy said. As tears rolled down my face I looked up at Buggy. Buggy put his hands on my face wiping away my tears with his thumbs. “Don’t waste your tears over them sweetheart they don’t deserve them.” Buggy said. “Why wasn’t I enough for them?” I asked. “You were too good for them it was them that wasn’t enough to have someone like you to be a part of their crew. My crew and I will never make you feel like that. We will never make you feel like a liability.” Buggy said. I just collapsed into his chest crying and clinging on to him as if my life depended on it.

I let out a gasp as I shot up. “You okay there?” a voiced asked. I looked to see Nami. “Just a bad dream.” I said. “Do you want to talk about it?” Nami asked as she gave me a concerned look. “Not exactly right now but later.” I said. “Was it at least about that clown? You really went through it with him.” Nami said. “Yeah. Can you not tell Zoro please I know he’s still pissed about all that happened.” I said. “Don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” Nami said. “Thanks Nami.” I said giving her a small smile. “Why don’t you go get some fresh air yeah.” Nami suggested. I nodded as I got up from where I was laying. But as I did I could see some water. “Uh are we taking on water?” I asked. “Zoro said that the toilet so I came to check it out.” Nami said. “But we don’t have a toilet.” I said. “This is why you’re my favorite. You’re smarter than the two idiots out there.” Nami said. I smiled as I walked passed her and went outside.

“Hey Y/n look.” Luffy said showing me a jolly roger flag. Honestly it didn’t look to bad. “It looks really nice Luffy.” I said. “Can you help me convince Nami to let me hang it?” Luffy asked. “If were going to need a new ship it would be kind of pointless to hang it up right now. But I will when we get a new ship.” I said. “You mean it?” Luffy asked. I smiled and laughed a little. Luffy pulled me into a hug and lift me off the ground. “Okay. Okay. Put me down.” I said. Luffy did as I asked and I walked over sitting down next to Zoro. “Did you sleep okay?” Zoro asked. “It was decent.” I said. “You had a bad dream didn’t you.” Zoro said. “I can’t hide anything for you can I.” I said. “No. No you can’t. Did you want to talk about it.” Zoro said. “Nami just asked me the same thing. I told her that I will later just not now.” I said. “You better talk to me first when you do.” Zoro said. “No I think I’ll talk to Nami first.” I said. Zoro gave me a playful glare. “You know that I tell you anything first.” I said.

Then I saw Nami rush back out. “We’re taking in water. What did you do?” Nami asked Zoro. “I didn’t do anything.” Zoro said. “The way you’re clanging those swords around all the time you must have broken something.” Nami said, “If you’re such a good thief maybe you should’ve stolen a better boat.” Zoro said. “Guys. Guys. Guys. Okay crew meeting.” Luffy said. “Not a crew.” Both Nami and Zoro said. “Well I’m all ears.” I said. “We’re going to need a better ship to make it to the grand line. A real pirate ship. Worthy of the straw hat crew.” Luffy said. “Wait. Straw hat crew? Really?” Nami asked. “Yeah I thought it had a nice ring to it.” Luffy said smiling. “Demon has a nice ring to it. Headgear? Not scary.” Zoro said. “Who’s says pirates have to be scary?” Luffy asked. “Uh just about everyone apparently.” I said. “The point is we need a new ship. So where do we get one?” Luffy asked. Nami let out a sigh as she grabbed a near by book and started to look through it. “Our closest bet is the Gecko Islands. We can probably make it there before our ship sinks. Ditch this one and get a better one.” Nami said. “Good. With a working toilet.” Zoro said. “Great job navigator.” Luffy said to Nami. My mind went immediately to the dream I just had. “The girl with the tangerine hair is the navigator. What did you bring to the team sweetheart.” Buggys words echoed in my head. I felt someone nudge me. “I’m sorry what?” I asked. “You okay there?” Zoro asked. I forced a smile and nodded. “I’m fine.” I said.

By some sort of miracle we made it Gecko Island. Nami went ahead of us to start looking for a ship. While Zoro, Luffy and I took care of the old one. We made sure that no trace of us was left incase someone found it. But I notice that Luffy didn’t grab the flag he wanted to hang up. “Um Luffy you made sure to get rid or grabbed that jolly roger flag right?” I asked. “I think I might have left on the ship why?” Luffy asked. “Let’s just hope no one we’ve ran into finds it because it might lead them straight to us. Come on we got to go wait for Nami.” I said as we both went to catch up with Zoro.

We found him in the town square. I started to look at one of the marquee’s when I saw a wanted poster for Buggy. Luffy planted himself on the ground with his legs up on the marquee. I smiled as I looked down at him. “I’m going to laugh when someone steps on you.” I said. “You got to be kidding me. That clown was worth 15 millions berry. I should’ve stuffed his head in a bag and brought it with us.” Zoro said. “What marine would pay you that bounty anyway? You’re kind of a wanted man yourself now.” Luffy said. “Hmm. Didn’t think of that.” Zoro said. Then Luffy flipped himself around and stood up. “All the more reason to get to the grand line. Fresh start!” Luffy said patting Zoro on the shoulder. “Right.” Zoro said. I looked to the side to see Nami coming towards us. “Hey! You got us a ship?” Luffy said. “Working on it. Did you push the sloop out to sea like I told you?” Nami asked. “Yeah. No marines are gonna be following us here.” Luffy said. “Well we’re not gonna be here very long. Turns out syrup village is known for their ship building. Lots of options.” Nami said. “Well what are we waiting for then?” Luffy asked rushing off as Nami and Zoro followed him. I sat back as I took the wanted poster for Buggy down. “Y/n you coming or what.” Zoro said. “Coming.” I said as I quickly folded the poster up hiding it in the waistband my shorts.

I rushed as I caught up to Zoro as we followed Nami and Luffy to the ship yard. “Look at them all.” Luffy said. “How much do these cost?” Zoro asked. “If you have to ask you can’t afford it.” Nami said. “I can show this. I’m sure someone will be scared enough and give us a ship.” I said motioning to where Buggy claimed me. “Absolutely not. I’m going to find a way to get that covered up.” Zoro said. “I was joking Zoro geesh.” I said. “Okay so we need to get one with a very very impressive figurehead. At least two. No No three masts! And a really high crow’s nest.” Luffy said. “We are not gonna be able to sail a ship anywhere near that size. There’s only four of us.” Nami said. “Four of us right now.” Luffy said. “Well unless you can find another weird desperate soul to help us.” Nami said. “Speak for yourself.” Zoro said. “Listen. We are going to need something a little less flashy if we want to sneak out of here.” Nami said making Luffy stop. “You want to steal a ship?” Luffy asked. “How else did you expect us to get one?” Nami asked crossing her arms in front of her. “I don’t know. But we can’t steal one.” Luffy said. “What kind of pirate are you?” Nami asked. “A ship is not just a ship. It’s a part of our crew. We need to find the perfect one. And we’re gonna get it the right way.” Luffy said. “Okay pitch that to the salesman. I’m sure that’ll win him over.” Nami said. “Exactly.” Luffy said. I let out a small groan as I put my face in my hands. “This kid is going to kill us.” I said. “So what are we actually gonna do?” Zoro asked. “Find a ship and see how lax the security is around here.” Nami said. “Got it.” Zoro said. “We should catch up to Luffy before he offends the wrong person on accident.” I said. “That honestly sounds like something he will do.” Nami said.

We found him talking with a boy that seemed to be about his age. “There you are.” Nami said. “Guys! I found it. I found our ship and this guy will sell it to us.” Luffy said as he came back to join us. “Uh wait. What? Uh.” The boy said as he too came to join us. “Yeah! The ship we’ll take it.” Luffy said. “Technically she’s not for sale.” The boy said. “Huh?” Luffy said looking confused. “And technically I’m not a salesman.” The boy said. “Oh this just keeps getting better and better.” I said. “Do you even work here?” Nami asked. “Of course I do. I’m chief technician in charge of encrustation removal and aviary waste eradication.” The boy said. I brought a hand to my mouth holding back laughter. “Encru what?” Luffy asked. “He scrubs barnacles and cleans bird shit.” Zoro said. “He can’t help us.” Nami said. “Wait! Wait! Wait! I can help you. The owner of this ship just happens to be my closest friend in the world.” The boy said. “Your friend owns this ship?” Nami asked. “Not just this one. She owns the whole shipyard. She’s rich rich.” The boy said. “Oh.” Luffy said as he looked at us. “I’m sure you can strike a deal with her.” The boy said. “See.” Luffy said. “Well I guess it couldn’t hurt to say hello.” Nami said.

The boy introduced himself as Usopp as he lead us to where his friend lived. If this girl was even is his friend. Usopp brought us to a very big house. “I’ve never seen a house this big before.” Luffy said. “Impressive right? Kaya’s given me an open invitation to drop by anytime I want.” Usopp said. “Wow. All of this just for one person?” Luffy said. “Well she lives here with her butler and a few other staff.” Usopp said. As Luffy looked down the well that was in front of us. “Money really shows you who people truly really are. Most people only care about themselves and what’s theirs.” Nami said. “Sounds like someone I know.” Zoro said. “And a small staff makes for easy pickings.” Nami said. “Why? Gonna rob the blind?” Zorro asked. “At least a little blurry.” Nami said.

I found it odd that Usopp seemed to be leading us from the back. “So if you have an open invitation why are we going around the back way?” Luffy asked. “Oh I never use the front entrance. This is more of a VIP entrance reserved for special guests.” Usopp said. “This guy’s full of shit.” Zoro said. “Yeah. But as long as he gets us inside the house who cares?” Nami said. Then I could see two people one of which noticed us. “Oops. You know there’s actually a more exclusive entrance this way.” Usopp said turning around. But a knife was thrown landing in between Usopps feet. “The hell are you doing here Usopp?” The male asked as he made his way over to us. “Buchi buddy uh Kaya’s expecting me.” Usopp said. “Another one of your lies.” Buchi said as he grabbed Usopp. I watched this unfold with the others. “You ain’t welcome here and you know it.” Buchi said. “I know nothing of the sort. I’m here to give Kaya an extra special gift.” Usopp said. “Usopp!” A female voice said. I looked to see a girl who honestly looked very sick slowly walking towards us with a butler. But he looked very familiar like I’ve seen him somewhere before. I looked to Zoro who had the same expression as me. “What a wonderful surprise.” She said as she carefully walked down a few steps. “Kaya.” Usopp said as he got out of Buchi grip and walked towards her. So he was telling the truth. “Happy birthday.” Usopp said. “You remembered.” Kaya said. “Of course I did.” Usopp said. The butler cleared his throat pushing up his glasses with the palm of his hand. Which I found to be extremely weird. “Usopp. We’ve had this discussion. You mustn’t show up unannounced.” The butler said. “Nonsense Klahadore. Have you come to tell me another story? I do love hearing about your adventures.” Kaya said. Oh this poor poor girl. “Oh I’ll do you one better. I brought some of my crew.” Usopp said as he motioned to us. “Is he talking about us?” Luffy asked. “Play along Luffy. Look at the girl it’s obvious that she’s really sick. Just please play along.” I whisper. Luffy quickly nodded. “Yes we are part of Usopp’s crew.” Luffy said. “It’s so nice to meet you. You all must stay for dinner.” Kaya said as she smiled sweetly at us. “Miss Kaya it is a bit last minute. I’m afraid the kitchen hasn’t prepared for any extra guests.” Klahadore said. “Please Klahdore. It’s my birthday. Can’t be too much trouble can it?” Kaya asked. “Of course Miss Kaya. Anything for you.” Klahdore said. “All right! When do we eat?” Luffy asked clapping his hands together. “You don’t. Not dressed like that. Sham kindly show Usopp and his friends to the guest suites. You will bathe and change before dinner.” Klahadore said. “A bath does sound nice.” Nami said. “Tell me about it.” I said. “My friend here has a wound that I would like to get cleaned up properly if I can get some supplies I can do it.” Zoro said as he motioned to me. “Oh well I can do that for her. She can just come to me after her bath.” Kaya said. “It’s quite alright you have already done enough for us as it is. I really don’t mind if Zoro does it. Happy birthday by the way.” I said. “Oh okay only if you’re sure and thank you. Klahadore can you make sure her friend gets the supplies to clean her wound?” Kaya said. “Of course.” Klahadore said as we walked passed them.

As we followed behind the others Zoro looked behind us. “Tell me that you don’t think he looks familiar.” Zoro said quietly to me. “Yeah he does but I can’t put it together. But I can’t help but shake this bad feeling. We need to be careful around him and the two others. You saw how sick Kaya’s looks what if they have something to do with it.” I said. “How can you be sure about that she could be just some sick girl.” Zoro said. “I don’t know how to explain it. It just all seems off. You trust me on this right?” I asked. “When have I never trusted you. If I’m being honest you’ve been right on things like this more than you’ve been wrong. It’s kinda scary.” Zoro said. “That can’t be true.” I said smiling a little. “Wait I take that back you’ve actually never been wrong.” Zoro said. I laughed a little.

I was shown to my room and honestly it was a nice room. I took the poster of Buggy out and hid it under one of the pillows then headed to the bathroom that was attached. I started to run the water in the tub getting it to the right temperature. As the tub filled I found the towels and a robe. I set them to the side for after I was done. I took off the clothes I was wearing the top and shorts from the outfit that buggy had me wear still was under them. I pulled the right side of the bra to the side to check on the wound. It wasn’t bleeding anymore so at least that was good. I gently ran my finger tips over it wincing slightly. Oddly enough I actually started to miss him. “Stop it. Stop it. You don’t miss him. You can’t miss him. Look what he did to you. That dream you had meant nothing. They care about you. You are not a liability to them.” I said as I looked at myself in the mirror. I took off the bra and the shorts then slipped into the water. I let out a sigh of relief as I sunk in the water. I let myself relax for a bit before I started to clean off my body. But I made sure to gently clean around where Buggy carved his initial on me. The last thing I did was wash my hair. I heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Hey did you drown in there? Come on I want to find a cute dress for dinner and you’ll the only who would give good advice to what looks good and not good on me.” Nami said. “I’m just about done. But you got to be the one to explain to Zoro why I didn’t wait for him to clean my wound first.” I said standing up ringing the excess water from my hair grabbing one of the towels wrapping it around my body and grabbed another to finish drying my hair. “The stuff is already out here I can do it once you get out here.” Nami said. I finished drying off and put the robe on. I grabbed my clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

I saw that Nami too was wearing a robe. “I don’t know about you but I feel so much better.” Nami said. “I feel better too.” I said setting my clothes to the side. “How’s the wound looking?” Nami said as she started to get the stuff ready. “Well it stopped bleeding so at least that’s a good thing.” I said. “After we clean it we should take what’s left it could come in handy.” Nami said. I nodded. I slightly moved my robe so Nami can clean my wound. “Did you want to find something that will cover this?” Nami asked. “I’m not sure honestly. Might as well get questions out of the way sooner rather than later. If I can’t be comfortable with being able to show it now than I might never be.” I said. “I like that. You might have no problem with showing it but we both know Zoro will because he hates that he wasn’t able to stop it from happening.” Nami said. “I know. But he would have stopped me from protecting the kid.” I said. “You surprise me do you know that.” Nami said. “How so?” I asked. “Well Zoro makes it seem like that you need to be locked away just to keep you safe. But you will put your life on the line to protect others. You’re smart a lot smarter than most people I met. But you can be too sweet for your own good.” Nami said. “Maybe that’s why Buggy called me sweetheart.” I joked. Nami laughed a little. “If you ask me I would have to say that he maybe developed a crush on you. He treated you very differently than he treated us. There finished.” Nami said. “Thanks Nami. Come on let’s go find something to wear.” I said standing up fixing the robe.

We walked into the very large closet. “How much time do we have again?” I joked. “You’re telling me.” Nami said. We started looking through the many dresses. “Here try this.” Nami said handing me a navy blue dress. I took the dress from her going behind one of the curtains and changed into the dress. It was velvet. Which felt a little weird against my skin. It was also off the shoulder with long sleeves and a slit down the side. I walked out from behind the curtain to shown Nami. “Well?” I asked. “It’s cute. It’s tight in the right places.” Nami said. “The velvet feels a bit weird on my skin though.” I said. “So a maybe if you can deal with it for however long this dinner will last. I’m going to try this one.” Nami said showing me a dark purple dress with a shaw. I started to look through other dresses. I found a red dress with straps that look that might cover Buggy initial but it couldn’t tell unless I tried it on. “Well?” Nami asked posing. It honestly looked good on her. “It looks really good. Maybe lose the shaw.” I said. “I really would like to keep my shoulders covered.” Nami said. “Oh okay let me try this one on then I’ll help you find something.” I said showing her the red dress. “Oh that’s cute.” Nami said. I smiled as I went to try it on. The straps actually rested on my arms. But I liked it. I walked out to show Nami. “Wow that looks great on you.” Nami said. “There you two are.” Luffy said as he walked into the room. “What do you think Luffy?” Nami asked motioning to my dress. “It’s a nice color.” Luffy said. “Really that’s all you have to say. You’re not going to say anything about how great it looks on her.” Nami said. “It’s okay Nami I kinda figure that getting opinions on how the dresses look would be easier said than done. Here try this.” I said as I found a dress with short sleeves and handed it to her. “It’s not that bad.” Nami said taking the dress from me and went to try it on. “Luffy try to be of more help to us please. Us girls actually don’t mind hearing that something looks good on us every now and then especially if it’s a dress.” I said. “Got it.” Luffy said as he laid down on a bench and looked up.

I went back to looking through the dresses as I waited on Nami to try on the one I gave her. “Why would anyone even need this many clothes?” Luffy asked. “It’s not about need with these people. It’s about want.” Nami said. “What are we even supposed to wear?” Luffy asked. “Anything you want. When are you going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice? Well. What do you think?” Nami asked as she came out to show us the dress. “I like it way better than the other one.” I said as I went behind the curtain to try on another dress. “You look like Nami.” Luffy said. “Luffy want did I say.” I said as I took the dress off. I heard Nami let out a sigh. “Hey Zoro! What are you going to wear?” Luffy asked. “Something black.” Zoro said. “You know I just might wear a black dress just to be mean.” I said. “I thought I told you to wait on me.” Zoro said walking over to where I was. “Um not the best time Zoro my boobs are out.” I said. I could hear Nami and Luffy laughing. “How edgy you two.” Nami said. I finished putting on the next dress. It was a tight fitting dress that was black and red with a see through part at the bottom that started at my knees. “Hey does that butler seem familiar to you guys?” Zoro asked. “Yeah I think he was at the last dinner party I attended.” Nami said. “I swear Y/n and I seen him somewhere.” Zoro said. “How about this one?” I said walking out to show them. “It’s too tight.” Zoro said. “Zoro’s right it is a little to tight.” Luffy said. “How’s this?” Nami asked coming out in a black dress with a jacket. “Still Nami.” Luffy said. “I said I’m wearing black.” Zoro said. “She’s wearing black too.” Nami said. “She’s not going to wear that one it’s too tight.” Zoro said. “Well I think it looks great on you Y/n.” Nami said. “Thanks Nami at least you’re being helpful.” I said. “I can think of someone else who would have been helpful too.” Nami said smirking at me. I went back to looking for another dress to try on. I found another black dress that look a bit more revealing than the one I was wearing. I smirked as I went to try it on. “I feel kind of bad for Kaya. All this stuff. All this space. It’s gotta make a person feel lonely.” Luffy said. “Rich people don’t have to same emotion we do. This stuff doesn't make her feel lonely. It makes her feel important.” Nami said. “Well Usopp likes her. And she invited us to dinner. I’m sure we can work out a way to get that ship.” Luffy said. I finished putting on the dress and it was more revealing. “How about this one?” I asked walking out to show the others. “Yes. No.” Both Nami and Zoro said. “Come on what’s wrong with this one?” Nami asked. “It’s to revealing.” Zoro said. “Maybe Nami was right Buggy would have been more helpful than you two are being.” I said grabbing a random dress and storming off to try it on. I wiped away tears that started to form in my eyes. “You two need to find something to wear so you can leave us to it.” Nami said. It wasn’t long before I heard Zoro and Luffy leaving the room.

“You okay back there?” Nami asked. “I’m fine.” I said as I finished trying on the next dress which was a sliver color. “Don’t let Mr. Moody get to you. I’m guessing that he’s never seen you get this dressed up. I happened to love that last dress on you.” Nami said. I smiled as I came out to show her the sliver dress. “Thanks Nami. How do this one look.” I asked. “It looks okay. But the last one looked better.” Nami said. “You really got the boys to leave quick.” I said looking through the dresses. “Well I figure if Zoro stayed any longer you would give up and not go to dinner making Luffy and I drag you out when it’s time to leave.” Nami said. “You’re probably right.” I said. I grabbed a Chinese style dress and handed it to Nami. “Here try this one.” I said handing her the dress. “If you try this one.” Nami said handed me a lightish purple one. We both went to try on the dresses. “I actually really like this one.” Nami said. “I’m glad this one isn’t that bad either.” I said. I finished putting on the dress and went out to show Nami who was also done. The dress Nami was wearing did really look good on her. “Nami that looks amazing on you. You have to wear it.” I said. “You really think so?” Nami asked. “Yes I do.” I said. “What about you. Found something you really like yet? Ignore what Zoro said. You’ve looked good in all of them so far.” Nami said. “I really like the red one but maybe I should try on few more before I make a decision.” I said.

Nami helped me find three other blue dresses that were a different shades of dark blue. One of the dark blue dresses had a large slit on one side, another was tied at the side and showed a lot of skin, the last one had sleeves that hung loosely on my arms and also had a slit in it. The last one was a black dress that had an opening on the stomach and a slit in it. I honestly really loved the last blue dress I tried on so I put that one back one. “I was hoping that you pick that one. It really does look beautiful on you.” Nami said. “Thanks Nami.” I said. “Us girls have to stick together.” Nami said.

We finished getting ready together. I let Nami do my hair she put it into a single braid. “There now look at you. Aren’t you beautiful.” Nami said. “Let’s go down stairs before Zoro says something.” I said. “Let’s go.” Nami said as we left my room. We walked down the stairs thankfully Zoro wasn’t down yet but Luffy and Usopp were. “Well don’t you ladies look beautiful.” Usopp said. We both started to laugh a little. “Thanks.” I said. “At least someone is telling her that she looks beautiful.” Nami said. “Oh now that’s a tragedy. Who told her that she didn’t look beautiful.” Usopp said. “Zoro.” Nami said. “Don’t worry I’ll have some words with him.” Usopp said walking away to find Zoro. “Zoro is going to kill him isn’t he.” I said. “Yep.” Nami said.

A few minutes later Usopp was dragging Zoro over to me “Well I’ll let you two talk it out.” Nami said as she walked away. “Nami.” I said. “You two need to talk. I don’t want to have to deal with you two mad at each other.” Nami said. Usopp shoved Zoro to me. It was honestly awkward between us and it was never awkward between us. “You look nice.” Zoro said. “Are you sure it’s not to revealing?” I asked. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just never seen you wearing anything like that before. I guess I just didn’t know how to react.” Zoro said. “It’s okay I forgive you.” I said. “Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll get you a drink.” Zoro said. “Acting like a gentleman I see.” I said. “Don’t get use to it.” Zoro said as I took a seat on a couch while he went to go get drinks. Zoro came back handed me a drink as he sat down next to me. Just then Kaya came down with the stairs with the butler. “I think I figure out where I’ve seen him.” Zoro whispered to me. “You hunted him didn’t you?” I asked. “Stay here.” Zoro said. I nodded. Zoro got up and went to talk to Klahadore. It was only a few minutes before he came back. “Well?” I asked. “He swore it wasn’t him.” Zoro said. “You don’t believe him.” I said. “I don’t.” Zoro said. “Shall we all move to the dining room.” Klahadore said. “Yes.” Luffy yelled excitedly. I laughed shaking my head. Zoro got up grabbing his swords with one hand and held out the other to me. I put my hand in his as he helped me up.

Kaya smiled as she walked up to me. “Y/n don’t you look beautiful.” Kaya said. “Thank you. You look beautiful too.” I said. “Thank you. When my mom was your age that was my dad’s favorite dress on her. I’m sure I can say to same about Zoro.” Kaya said. “Oh. We.” I said before Zoro interrupted. “Yes I do. I don’t get to see her wear a dress that often but this has to be my favorite.” Zoro said. “I’m sure that you two will have the same love has my parents once had.” Kaya said has she walked passed us. “What was that?” I asked quietly. “Like you said she’s sick play along. Now come lets go eat.” Zoro said. “Hate you.” I said. “No you don’t.” Zoro said.

I sat on one side of the table with Zoro on my right and Usopp on my left. The female staff member was about to pour me a glass of wine. “Oh no wine for me please.” I said. “Do you not like wine Y/n? I’m sure we can get you something else.” Kaya asked. “I’m just not a big alcohol drinker. I never really like the taste rather it be wine or beer.” I said. “Well there’s nothing wrong with that.” Kaya said. “Besides who else will take care of Zoro when he has too many.” I said laughing a little. Which made Kaya laugh a little.

At first it was nothing but small talk. “I’d love to try the fish tonight.” Kaya said. “I’m sorry Miss Kaya but that is not possible.” Klahadore said. “Maybe just a small piece?” Kaya asked hopefully. “Now you know that certain foods can affect your constitution. Here Buchi has prepared your special soup.” Klahadore said as Buchi placed a bowl infront of Kaya. “Kaya it’s your birthday. You should be able to eat what you want.” Nami said. “Miss Kaya’s medical condition necessitates that I closely monitor her dietary needs.” Klahadore said. “Does it mean you also speak for her?” Nami asked. “But you’re not a doctor. You can grow out of some medical conditions. Kaya will never know unless she tries foods that she hasn’t eaten since she was told about the medical condition.” I said. Klahadore glared at both Nami and I. “I’ll take her fish.” Luffy said raising his hand. “Luffy isn’t there something that you wanted to talk to Kaya about?” Usopp asked. “Oh yes! Usopp told me that you own the whole shipyard.” Luffy said. “Well actually my parents founded the shipyard and Merry’s been running the business since well since they passed. But all of that’s about to change. Tonight at midnight I will become the sole owner.” Kaya said. I happened to look at Klahadore and the two other staff members their expression slightly change. “Ah. Well that’s great because we want to buy a ship from you.” Luffy said taking a drink. “I see. Usopp mentioned that you’re sailors.” Kaya said smiling at Usopp. “Nope not sailors.” Luffy said. “Luffy.” I said motioning for him to stop. “We’re pirates.” Luffy said. I put my head in my hands. I hear Usopp choke on his drink. “This ought to be good.” Zoro said. “I swear this kid is going to put me in an early grave.” I said. “Pirates?” Kaya asked. “Yep. We haven’t sailed together for very long but we have already defeated an evil clown who was strangely fond of Y/n, raided a marine base, and taken down a captain with an axe for a hand.” Luffy said. “These sound a lot like your adventures Usopp.” Kaya said looking to Usopp. “Yeah that’s. That’s crazy.” Usopp said. “Oh yeah. And we’re just getting started.” Luffy said as he stood up getting on top of the table. “Luffy get down now.” I said. “Ohhh you made her get at the mom voice.” Zoro said. I glared over at Zoro. “I do not have a mom voice.” I said. “Yeah you do.” Zoro said. “What are you doing? Get down from there at once!” Klahadore said. “Being a pirate has been my dream for as long as I can remember. And I’m finally making it a reality. We’re heading out to the grand line where even more adventures await us. And at the end of the journey I’m gonna find the ultimate treasure the one piece and become king of the pirates.” Luffy said walking across the table to Kaya. “Monkey D Luffy I swear to god if you don’t get down from this table right now I will take away your hat for a week.” I said. “See mom voice.” Zoro said. “Not. The. Time.” I said. “You’re serious.” Kaya said. Luffy handed Klahadore his drink as he bent down putting his hands on Kaya’s shoulders. “Kaya you have a beautiful ship out there. A caravel with sheep figurehead. It spoke to me. That’s the ship we need to follow our dreams. I promise you we’ll take care of it. Maintain it. Treat it like any other member of our crew because a ship is also a home.” Luffy said. “That will be quite enough! I should’ve known Usopp would bring riffraff to our doorstep.” Klahadore it’s okay. I.” Kaya said as she started to cough. “Now look what you’ve done. You’ve upset Miss Kaya. All of you out of this house at once!” Klahadore yelled. “Actually she was just fine until you started to yell.” I pointed out. Which made Klahadore glare at me more. “No. It’s late. Let them stay the night.” Kaya said. “As you wish Miss Kaya but they are out first thing in the morning.” Klahadore said as he helped Kaya up and out of the dining room.

“That went pretty well. Don’t you think?” Luffy said. “Get down now.” I said. “Alright. Alright.” Luffy said getting down from the table taking off his hat hiding it behind his back. “I won’t take it away this time but you better listen to me next time.” I said. Luffy nodded as he put his hat back on with a smile. “See mom voice told you.” Zoro said. “I don’t have a mom voice.” I said. “Yeah you do.” Everyone agreed. “I hate all of you.” I said getting up and made my way back to my room.

I took off my dress gently setting it to the side as I put my clothes back on. I heard a knock at my door. “Am I good to come in or do you have your boobs out.” Nami said jokily. “You’re good their put away.” I said. Nami opened the door and walked in. I noticed that she had a pillowcase. “I’m going to go find stuff to steal wanna come?” Nami asked. “Sure. Nothing better to do. I’m afraid if I sleep I might have another dream about him.” I said. “Come on then we can talk about the first one or if you’re still not ready we do have to.” Nami said. “Thanks Nami.” I said smiling. I followed Nami out of my room as we made our way around the mansion as Nami picked random things and put them in the pillowcase. Once we heard footsteps getting close we went into the closest room.

The light turned on scaring both Nami and I. “Nami? Y/n?” Kaya asked. Nami hid the pillowcase behind her back. “What are you doing? Is everything all right?” Kaya asked. “Sorry this house is so massive. We were just trying to find the bathroom.” Nami said. “With a pillowcase?” Kaya said. Nami brought the pillowcase out and set it to the side. “So you two are pirates after all.” Kaya said getting up from bed and sitting in a nearby chair. “I hate pirates. But I am who I am. And I won’t apologize for that. Y/n didn’t take anything it was all me. She just wanted to avoid sleeping.” Nami said. “To be honest I find some of the décor to be a bit gaudy. I’d prefer to donate it to charity.” Kaya said. “I’m not charity.” Nami said. “No of course not. I simply meant what’s the point in having so much if you can’t share it with others. Like those in need. Family. Friends.” Kaya said. “So we’re friends now? You don’t even know us?” Nami said. “Usopp does and that’s a start.” Kaya said motioning for us to sit down. Nami sat down on the couch and I sat down on another chair next to the couch. “So what do we do now? Have a sleepover? Do each other’s makeup?” Nami asked. Kaya laughed a little before having another coughing fit. “Kaya are you okay?” Nami asked. Kaya shook her head as she looked at us sadly. “Not you both too.” Kaya said. “What?” Nami asked. “Everyone’s so careful around me. Like one wrong move and I’ll break. I don’t want your pity.” Kaya said. “Well you won’t get it then.” Nami said. Kaya smiled at us.

“Y/n why did Nami said you wanted to avoid sleeping?” Kaya asked. “Oh I guess that the events that went down between me and the clown Luffy mention is still effecting me.” I said. “What happened?” Kaya asked. “To start he held us hostages for a bit. But he treated me very different than he did the others. He and his crew used a smoke cloud that made us passed out. The other three woke up in a wooden box. But I woke up on his lap to him poking me asking me to see my beautiful eyes. Like Luffy said he was fond of me for some reason. He or at least someone in his crew changed me into this revealing jester outfit. He wanted me to become apart of his crew but Zoro is protective of me.” I said. “He was going to kill him where he stood. Zoro was pissed when he saw the clown put his hands all over her.” Nami said. “I can tell. Zoro loves you so much.” Kaya said. “Zoro doesn’t love me in that way but he does love me.” I said. “Oh I’m sorry I just thought that you two were together.” Kaya said. “No it’s okay. I just remind him of a friend that he knew. Something bad happened and he lost her so he thinks protecting me in the way he couldn’t for his friend will make up for it.” I said. “That’s actually a very sweet thing to hear. What else happened with this clown?” Kaya asked. “He was very dead set on keeping me. He tried to get Luffy to tell him where he had hid the map to the grand line. But when Luffy didn’t he was going to hurt someone in the crowd that he was holding hostage. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened so I suggested to him to crave his initial on me if I could handle the pain without making a sound then he wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I said as I move my shirt so Kaya can see it. “That’s awful.” Kaya said. “I don’t see it that way. I would rather it be who got hurt before one of them. The reason I’m avoiding sleep is a had a dream where I was back there with him. He told me that the others left me because I was just a liability to them. That I brought nothing to the team.” I said as I wiped tears from my eyes. “That not true you know that right Y/n.” Nami said. “I don’t even know what I bring to the team Nami. So tell me what I bring to the team.” I said. “You protect people. You protected that kid and the towns people.” Nami said. “It’s not like Zoro would let me do something like that again.” I said. “That might be true for right now but maybe if you prove to him that he doesn’t need to protect you as much. I know that I haven’t known you too for long but I thinks he knows that protecting you has much as he is now won’t do you any good.” Nami said. “It does make me feel trapped but I know he doesn’t mean to do it on purpose.” I said. “Then you should tell him Y/n. Making you feel trap might do more harm than good.” Kaya said. “I will I promise.” I said. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure the two of them talk.” Nami said. “Why do we talk about a different boy now.” I said. “We already talked about all the boys.” Kaya said. “Not all of them theres one that we have talked about yet.” Nami said. “Who haven’t we talked about?” Kaya asked. “Usopp.” Nami and I both said smiling. “Oh.” Kaya said smiling a little. “So are you and Usopp a thing?” I asked. “Oh. Um. Usopp and me? No. No. We’ve know each other for years. Ever since his mother died. He didn’t have anybody so my parents gave him a job at the shipyard. He likes to come around and tell me all about his brave exploits and his grand adventures. And truth is they make me feel better.” Kaya said. “Your parents what happened to them?” Nami asked. “They um. They died at sea. All these years and it still takes my breath away. I couldn’t even go though their belongings. Just locked up the memories in the east wing where their bedroom was.” Kaya said. “I’m sorry.” Nami said. “Have you lost anyone close to you?” Kaya asked. “No.” Nami said. “I’m jealous.” Kaya said. “Said the rich girl.” Nami said. “You’re not very good at this friends thing are you?” Kaya asked. Then all three of us started to laugh. “No I guess I’m not.” Nami said.

The three of us talked of a bit longer. I told them about how I met Zoro and what my life was like before I met Luffy and Nami. I really didn’t talk much about my life before Zoro. “Why don’t you two join me for breakfast tomorrow? Zoro and Luffy too. We can discuss a deal for the caravel.” Kaya asked as the three of us got up. “I’d like that. This may not be my place but don’t let Klahadore or anyone for that matter run life. You’re stronger than you think.” Nami said. “Yeah. I know I don’t know him like you do Kaya but I don’t trust him and I think he’s hiding something. You can even ask Zoro yourself I’m never wrong when it comes to being able to tell a person’s character.” I said. “I appreciate that. Good night Nami. Good night Y/n.” Kaya said. “Good night.” Nami said. “Good night Kaya.” I said. “Don’t forget your pillow Nami.” Kaya said with a small smile. Nami grabbed the pillowcase as we walked out.

“Well I might try to get some sleep what about you?” I asked. “I’m going to put the stuff back.” Nami said. I gave her a small smile and then made my way back to my room. “Hey Y/n.” Nami said making me stop. I turned to look at her. “Yeah Nami.” I said. “I think I know of another thing that you bring to the team.” Nami said. “What is it?” I asked. “You’ll be able to tell if someone be helpful or not. I don’t think I’ve met many people who can tell a persons character like the way you said you can.” Nami said. “I guess I found my own way of being able to tell when you’ve been with a pirate hunter as long as I’ve been with Zoro.” I said. “Yeah. If you want to learn a bit about on how to defend yourself I can teach you.” Nami said. “As long as you’re the one to tell Zoro he’s out of the job I would love that.” I said. Making both of us laugh a little. “Yeah even I don’t think he would stop.” Nami said. “Yeah he won’t. Night Nami.” I said. “Night Y/n.” Nami said. I walked back to my room and went to lay down. I put my hand under the pillows to see if the wanted poster of Buggy was still there. Thankfully it was. I unfolded it as I looked at his face. “Maybe that dream was wrong. Maybe I can prove I’m not a liability. But I. I’m just not ready to admit to the others that I miss you just yet.” I said. Then I frantic knock was at my door. I quickly put the poster back under the pillow and Nami rushed in. “Nami what’s wrong?” I asked as I sat up. “You were right. You were right about Klahadore.” Nami said. “How did you find this out?” I asked. “I went to find Zoro and Luffy. I found Luffy in the kitchen passed out. I tried to wake him but I heard Klahadore and the other two coming so I hid. I overheard that Klahadore and the other two have been poisoning Kaya and they plan to kill her after midnight so they can have her money.” Nami said. I jumped up from bed and rushed to Nami. “We need to get to Kaya first. We need to get her out of here and into somewhere safe.” I said. We both rushed out of my room and ran to Kaya’s room without trying to make much noise to alert Klahadore that we were on to him.

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Koi No Yokan (M)

Preview: “Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.

The Alpha sporting a languorous smile blinks sheepishly. Patting the top of her tangled hair to steer attention off his favorite piece of clothing. His fingers caught up in the results from an intense game of tag at lunch. “What do you mean by that pup?”

“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.

“Moon!”

“Dad!”

Pairing: dilf alpha Jeno x female omega reader

Word Count: 8k+

Genre: modern a/b/o AU, single dad Jeno, pwp, fluff, some crack, M/F, good boy bad boy Jeno, one shot

Smut Warning: oral(F receiving), fingering, mild corruption kink, blind folding, slick, squirting, knotting, crying

a/n: Jeno day💘🥳

Snacktime carries the scent of crisp citrus today. Orchestrated with eruptions of giggles and the telltale ‘yucky!’ as tangerine juices create a mess of the children’s snack area. Each pup knew better than to eat with hands full of paint by now.

All except for one.

Moon Lee’s cheeks were smeared with black watercolors in less than a minute's time. Reactivated by the sticky fruit juice forming stains all over her chin and cheeks. She chomped away mindlessly, filling her mouth up with the delicious treat. A disastrous vision explaining why non-toxic paints were more of a need than preference.

“Moon, why do we have hand washing stations short enough for student’s to reach if you won’t utilize them?” You can’t help but smile. Attempting to wipe away the mess from her cheeks with a dampened cloth. Earning a grimace from your student continuously chewing on her afternoon snack.

“My dad says it’s a waste of time since we just get dirty again after eating!” Moon announces with pride.

Well that is just terrible advice.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so the other kids can begin their duties alright?” You direct her to follow you over to the washing area. Crawling on your knees to stay by her side. Thank Goddess for foam mats spread across the floors to avoid any injuries.

“What’s your assigned role today Moon?” You ask, pumping some antibacterial soap in her held out hands. Checking the temperature of the water before her small bubbled fingers glide through.

“Art class.” she grumbles, throwing a stare across the room where one of the tables is covered in different supplies of paper, markers, and paint.

“Ah well, I suppose you will need to wash your hands again after that.”

Moon’s eyes widen, clearly struck with a thought. She smiles proudly showing off a top row of missing teeth. “I doubt it!”

Without drying off her hands, she shakes them off before hopping away. Leaving you with a confused expression.

“Days almost over.” Taeyong enters your classroom. Extending an arm out to help you stand up. The two of you make way to the front as your class follows their duty to begin cleaning before heading home.

Your spine cracks, stretching after chasing groups of toddlers around. Groaning with the realization that it’s only Tuesday.

“Yet I feel as if the day has just begun.” You whine. Leaning into Taeyong’s arm. “These kids can be more than a handful sometimes.”

“That one in particular is a rambunctious little one isn’t she.” Your coworker Taeyong rests against the podium at the front of your class. Nudging you off his dainty frame to do the same. Chin perched in hand watching as Moon directs 3 boys to clean up the art supplies she’d been assigned to organize today. “Has the scent of future Alpha all over her.”

“I’ve skimmed through her files, I mean, I had to after that incident when she pantsed Sunwoo right before I turned the lights back on at the end of naptime.” You recall, having stressed about the situation to Taeyong at the time. Moon had been too clever for her young age, she acted innocent as ever even after her classmate was adamant to accuse her. There was no way to prove her to be the culprit with the lights dimmed after all.

“Sunwoo’s the one she’s hovering behind right now right?” Taeyong notes, tipping his frames lower on the bridge of his nose. “Omega energy that boy has.”

“I think she may have a little tiny crush on him.” You settle closer to whisper. “He’s sort of become her lacky since that day. Moon never completes her daily tasks alone anymore. She’s a bit too cunning and witty already.”

“Why do you think that is? How can a five year old with an iphone already know how to outsmart an adult?” Taeyong wonders. Observing the way Moon cracks her metaphorical whip to order the boys around.

“Well, she is raised in a single-parent household.” You make sure to whisper, tapping the tip of your pen on the wooden podium. “She’s actually a year older than the rest of her schoolmates. Her Alpha father started her late, I couldn’t find the reason.”

“Raised by a single Alpha?” Taeyong repeats. Smirking as Moon stomps her foot angrily over construction paper stacked in a choppy manner. Her small finger directs two boys, scoffing a ‘Do I have to do everything myself?’.

“Yeah, that explains it.”

“Should I intervene?“ you ask. Calming when Sunwoo returns to straighten out the construction paper cubby, hiding a dimpled smile from Moon’s eyesight.

“No one stops principal Jung from ordering me around to pick up his coffee. I’m a first grade teacher and a food delivery driver.” Taeyong mutters sarcastically. “Life’s tough, she’s just preparing Sunwoo for the future.”

Moon was sure about one thing. Completely unscathed by any of the mess, her hands remained clean.

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“Teacher, my dad’s not here!” Moon tugs at your wrist gazing up with big worried eyes. Drawing you to lower yourself closer to her short stature.

“If he doesn’t show up within the next five minutes, I’ll call him up. How about that?” You reassure. Fixing the stray baby hairs that have been blown onto her cheeks from standing outside for too long.

Moon sulks, tapping the iphone screen clutched in her much too small hand. Noticing she has an even newer version than you, as well as no cracks on the screen.

“If dad’s running late, he always texts me!” She glowers. “He knows I have drum practice today!”

“Why don’t you call him up. I’ll wait here wi—“

A rumbling much too loud engine disrupts your speech. The sleek black motorcycle it comes from rips through the courtyard. Speeding past the playground closer to the entrance where you wait.

“Oh my goodness, Moon!” Panicking, you drop down to your knees, ready to shield the child with your body.

“Dad!!” Moon bounces free from your arms without hesitation. Having to grab a hold onto the concrete ground to not lose your balance and faceplant.

“Moon be careful!” You stand up quickly to chase after her, dusting your hands off on your thighs. The small girl skips up to the motorcycle, long hair lively around her head as she does with each step.

“Dad!” Moon shouts again to be heard over the loud engine. Folding her arms over her chest sternly. The man above her locking the bike in place. Shutting off the motorcycle, silence returning for the time being.

“Why are you late!” Moon scolds. The man above her steps over the bike. Helmet hiding his face with a dark shield you’d have to be close up to see into.

“Dad?” You murmur to yourself. From the leather scuffed boots leading up to skintight black jeans. A belt hung too low on his hips for any purpose other than show, there was no way this could be anyone’s father..

A deep sighed breath emits once his mouth is free of the helmet. Pulling the rest off, dark blue black hair shakes free. A fresh undercut hidden under the hairstyle messily ruined beneath the helmet. Lines shaved horizontally across both sides for an edgier impact.

You have to control the gasp ready to erupt from your lungs. Catching sight of the beauty mark just below the corner of his eye. Irises disappearing behind a smile, lost in the fan of thick dark eyelashes.

This was not just any man. This was cry baby Jeno Lee.

The Alpha that grew up on the wrong side of town. Known for causing chaos up and down Incheon with his group of punk friends that followed his every step.

“Ah Moon, I’m sorry.” Jeno’s voice is raspy, deeper than you recall. Hanging his helmet on the handle by its strap, he squats down to match Moon’s level much like you had. Palms covering the majority of her shoulders as he pouts. “Haircut appointment ran longer than I expected, forgive me?”

“Hmmph!” Moon stomps, slinging back an even poutier pout. Losing none of her assertiveness with her posture. “I can’t forgive you so easily dad! What are you going to buy me?”

The Alpha clicks his tongue with a smirk, shaking his head. “Taught you too well haven’t I?”

“You owe me dad!” Moon pokes her father’s chest with demand. “You had my teacher worried sick!”

Moon turns half body to gesture toward where you stand nearby foolishly eavesdropping in on the confrontation. The Alphas smile falters, meeting your gaze, moving to stand up abruptly and smooth out the much ill-fitted sleeves of his leather jacket. Appearing more painted on his body with each flex of his biceps rippling through the material.

“I’m so sorry. My apologies, I didn’t see you standing there.” He clears his throat. Voice coming out much smoother now, with a small hint of gravel.

“That’s alright!” You chirp. Reminding yourself to blink and not ogle one of your students’ fathers. No matter how much his pronounced bare chest peaking between his collar insisted on acquiring your attention. “It happens!”

“I’m normally early.” The Alpha steps forward. Moon clings to his leg with her two small feet pinched together on his boot. That explains the scuff marks. “I feel so embarrassed now, Moon speaks so highly of you whenever I pick her up.”

“Ah..” you can feel a heat rise up your nape, threatening to invade your cheeks and give away how shy you feel. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed of Mr. Lee. Moon is always a joy to be around.”

“Jeno.”

“Yes?”

“Call me Jeno.” He nods, leaving you breathless with a smile reaching his eyes.

“Of course.” With a tight smile, you wave toward Moon. “I believe someone has drum practice to get to! I won’t keep you any longer. A pleasure to meet you!”

Waving, you turn away sucking down a deep breath of air. Mentally reciting a prayer to not trip and fall on the way back inside to the school. Jeno’s intense gaze boils down your back, not helping your attempt to act graceful.

“Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.

“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.

“Moon!”

“Dad!”

“Don’t..” Jeno makes to squat down again with a sigh. Taking a hold of his daughter’s arms with a serious expression. “Don’t repeat that okay?”

“Dad noooo..” Moon grimaces. Squeezing her fathers cheeks together until his eyebrows twist with confusion. “She’s my favorite teacher!”

“Moon, you’re only in the First grade.” Jeno shrugs. Kissing the inside of her palms as he moves her off. Standing back up to grab the child size helmet locked to one of his bike’s handles. “You’re going to have so many more teachers after this.”

A loud whine sounds, his daughter pummeling the sides of his thighs with slaps. Jeno laughs, hoisting her to sit on the bike. Thinking over to himself- you might be his favorite teacher as well.

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“Moon, what’s wrong?” Squatting down to match your student’s eye level, you notice her frustrated pout.

“My dad didn’t pack my lunch today!” She exclaims. Cheeks puffed out annoyed, tapping her phone's screen to light up with 0 new notifications. “He never forgets! and he isn’t answering me.”

“You’ve messaged him already?” You ask, recalling that Moon has never been a student to require any of the extra snacks stored for those whose parents had neglected to send them off to school properly. She always had bento boxes, stacks of snacks and juice boxes. A well balanced meal of protein, vegetables, and fruit. It had to be the first time you’d seen her without one of her fancy lunch boxes that many other student’s fawned over.

She nods, puffing her cheeks out in irritation. “We weren’t even rushing today, he even made my favorite breakfast smoothie.”

“I’m here!!” A deep voice bounces through the room. The leather jacket clad Alpha steps in carrying a lunch bag in hand. Arms outstretched, raising the tight leather up on his torso. Deep V defines his hips on full display to make you choke on your spit. Nothing but smooth milky flesh leading to what lies beneath jeans that seemed painted on his thighs.

“Dad!” Moon shouts, jumping up from her seat. Throttling her small body into the Alphas free arm hard enough to knock his breath away. “You forgot my lunch! I’m starving!”

“Ahh, the dramatics.” He laughs raspily. Squishing her beneath a large bicep flexing out. Eyelashes fan his cheekbones, falling shut in embrace with his daughter. Blinking up catching your stare suddenly. “Probably had your teacher worried sick again.”

“Is that why you didn’t pack my lunch?” Moon hisses, taking a step back with her hands clutched to her father’s shoulders. She kicks his shin, causing the Alpha’s eyes to widen, trying to bite back an embarrassing sound of pain.

“Moon!”

“Dad!” She rolls her eyes. Snatching her lunch away from him to join the other kids already halfway done with their packed meals.

The Alpha stands, straightening out his jacket pretending to ignore the dull throb his shin gives.

“Sorry about this.” He approaches you, shrugging. “I’m never this forgetful, honestly.”

“Should I call you if this ever happens again Mr. Lee?”

“Jeno.” He repeats himself from the day prior. “I told you, call me Jeno.”

“Jeno..yes, I remember.”

“If you don’t mind..” he glances at an expensive silver wrist watch. Hand flexed tight protruding veins up to his knuckles. “I’m running short on time before I have to head back to work. I’m going to eat with Moon for a bit.”

“Oh, of course by all means.” You point toward where the children eat, motioning for him to use the floor. “Space is minimal.”

“I’ll figure it out.” He winks unabashedly, tongue poking between his lips in a flirtatious manner. Striding to sit where Moon has begun separating the different snacks and packages set up for her.

The Alphas jeans are even more drool worthy from the back. Practically stuck to his skin, swearing you hear the fabric squeak as he walks if you listen close enough.

“Holy poop.” Taeyong begins to blubber upon entering your classroom. Nearly spilling the tray of coffee for two in his hands. He comes to stand at your side, gawking at the Alpha that’s sat at a table much too small for his size. In a plastic chair only able to carry half of his bottom. Moon in his lap being spoon fed her neatly packed soup.

“Who the hell is that?” Taeyong questions much too loudly.

You sigh motioning him to quiet down. Trying to not sound as lost in a daze as you feel. Quietly thanking Taeyong for providing you with coffee as you settle. “That would be Moon Lee’s father.”

Taeyong spatters, blowing too hard at the mug in hand. Causing some to trickle out and spill down his hand with a hiss. “You mean the single father??”

“That is exactly who I mean.” You state.

“Oh my Goddess, how are you not leaking slick everywhere?” Taeyong whispers. Covering his mouth as he speaks. The Alpha not sitting by close enough to catch any of your conversation, thankfully.

“By a pitiful prayer to the moon Goddess herself.” You clutch at your drink. Legs squeezed miserably shut after Jeno’s removed his leather jacket. Sporting a much too snug fitted black turtleneck. Abdominal muscles rippling beneath the material as he sat down. “May she not let me commit heinous sins.”

“I think the Goddess would have to agree with me.” Taeyong fans himself jokingly. “Some sins need to be committed.”

“You know what the worst part is?” You lean in closer to him. Licking your dry lower lip. Salivating at the mere memories of the Alpha that have taken over your mind since yesterday. Taeyong nods for you to continue, placing an open hand by his ear for you to speak into.

“Remember that one time after work, when you convinced me to spill my secrets?”

“You mean when you got hammered and confessed some undying teenage obsession with some bad boy Alpha back home?” Taeyong corrects in a sassy manor, cocking his hip. Rolling your eyes you place a finger on your lips to shush him, again.

“Yeah. That.” You shrivel, hunched over the podium, nudging your chin in Moon’s fathers direction. “That right there is my wet dream bad boy Alpha.”

Taeyong gasps, earning a few looks from the students. Returning them with a large toothy smile and wave to continue eating.

“Goddess, what are the chances one of your favorite students’ father— single father, is the same dude you lusted over and thought about when your dorky boyfriend couldn’t find your clit?”

“How is it I was the only one inebriated that night?” You grunt, shoving an elbow into your friend's side. “You remember way too many details about that story.”

“I can’t let you live down fantasizing about some Alpha with a nickname like Cry Baby.” Taeyong smirks, shifty eyed and wiggling his brows. “Can only imagine I’d be the one crying like a baby after he’s through with me.”

“Same.” You cringe admitting. “Guess I have to let that fantasy go now. Can’t possibly try to hookup with one of my students' parents.”

“And why not?” Taeyong appeals, huffing as he goes on. “There is no rule anywhere in the guidelines about that, and if there is, well I’m screwed.”

“You didn’t.” Now it’s your turn to splutter. Fixing your coworker with a look of shock.

“Oh I did, biggest Alpha I’ve ever taken too. Spring break, last year, we had an impromptu parent teacher conference. Let me tell you— I was the one begging for daddy that day.” He chides, finishing with a wink.

“How principal Jung hasn’t terminated you yet— especially after you crashed his tail light and my headlight all at once..”

“Hey! That’s unfair! My heat suppressants were wearing off.” Taeyong pouts, standing straight with a stomp as if he’s one of your students. “and Alpha Jaehyun smelled far too delicious.”

“You mean principal Jung..” you begin to correct Taeyong’s lack of formality. A palm raises to your face, halting you.

“He’s Alpha Jaehyun when slick leaks through my trousers at the mere sight of him.” Taeyong boasts.

“Get out of my classroom.”

“Fine, fine.” Taeyong scoffs, gathering his now gone cold coffee. “But I’ll tell you something, it’s strange that Moon’s father didn’t just leave her lunch in the main office. That’s what all my kids parents’ do.”

“I’m sure it’s just a mistake. He’s never done it before.”

Of course, it seemed like a common mistake.

Until it happened again, and again, and again.

The Alpha had inserted himself to be one of your students at this point. Infiltrating on Moon’s lunch time, leaving her frustrated with arms crossed over her chest that she couldn’t freely bother Sunwoo with her father around.

“Mr. Lee.. I mean, Jeno, I don’t know how appropriate it is for you to have lunch in our classroom everyday.” You bring up, following him out into the hallway before the last bell ending lunchtime rings.

“Ah, I’m not like this usually.” He blushes, rubbing at his nape. “I really never forget to pack Moon’s lunch.”

“Well I think five times in a row is a bit excessive.”

Jeno nods, snapping his fingers. “I think I know what it is.”

Here it comes, you brace yourself. Holding onto the doorknob behind your back. The Alpha smiling wide before you, sending your heart into a frenzy of flutters.

“I can’t get you off of my mind.” He taps his chin playfully. “I feel like..I feel like I’ve met you before?”

“Cry baby..” you say abruptly. Clenching your jaw tightly to not splutter in embarrassment. The Alpha’s eyes snap open, emitting a cute ‘ohh?’.

“Wow, no one calls me that anymore..” Jeno grins, waving his hand out. “Not since high school? Did w—“

“We didn’t go to school together..” you interrupt. “I went to the private all girl’s school up the street. Sister Mary Catherines.”

“The girlssssss school.” He snaps, waving his index finger as he remembers. “Plaid skirts. Yeah, I hung out in front of those guarded gates many days.”

“Yes. You had a motorcycle back then too.”

Jeno’s eyes sparkle, biting on his lower lip. Head tilting up unveiling more of his thick neck. “Did we ever?..”

“No!” You spew, covering your mouth in surprise. “I had a boyfriend!”

“Ah, that’s a shame.” The Alpha grins, stepping back to give you a look up and down. Walking backwards through the hall toward the exit. “What was I thinking? There’s no way I’d forget you.”

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It seems like a perfect setup when Jeno parks his bike right in front of your car. He’s squatted down, toying with the loose wire visible inside your shattered headlight.

“I’ve been meaning to get that fixed.” You shamefully admit. The Alpha standing up, fisting into the pocket of his notorious leather jacket.

“You can get pulled over for this, you know?” His head shakes, flicking out a business card.

“A car shop?”

“My car shop.” Jeno announces pridefully. He taps the card between your fingers. “There’s no way I can allow for my daughter's favorite teacher to drive around like this.”

“Ah, that’s sweet. I just don’t have much time.” You mumble off to change the topic. “Lee’s body shop? Surprised you didn’t go for Cry Baby’s car repair.”

“Ah, I told you, no one calls me that anymore.” Jeno says, bashfully playing with the hair at his nape. Maybe even blushing.

“How did you get that nickname anyway?” You wonder. Vividly reminiscing about your high school classmates sharing tales of hickeys Cry Baby Lee gave them after school.

Jeno’s mouth tweaks to the side in thought. A smirk playing on his lips. “You’ll find out.”

“What’s that supposed to mean??”

Jeno shrugs less than innocently, nodding to the card. “Stop by anytime. I’ll keep the shop open late for you.”

That’s how you find yourself, mouth watering, wiping away the drool ready to humiliate you from your lower lip. Stood in front of the opened up garage.

Jeno kept to his word and returned to the shop after dropping Moon off at drum practice. Standing alone in the garage of his business in nothing but a half worn uniform and sweat soaked wife beater. Nipples peeking through the now sheer material, stained at the front with fingerprints of dirt and oil.

Messy. Gives bad advice and is messy. Somehow none of this registered as a red flag. Left awestruck at the visual of black tattoos hiding the majority of one of the Alphas arms.

Of course he has tattoos, of course. A full sleeve of tattoos. A crescent moon at the top cascading down to various shaped stars and clouds, leading to a wolf facing up, ending at the start of his wrist. Mouth and snout howling up Jeno’s forearm to the painted sky.

“The moon calls to me every night,” Jeno breaks your thoughts. Following the intricate artwork up to his bicep. “and I protect her.”

“That’s…that’s really beautiful.” You stutter, covering your mouth to swallow. “How much do I owe you for this?” You ask urgently, beginning to open up your wallet. Terrified by the floodgates of slick ready to destroy your underwear.

The Alpha towels at his oily hands. Cleaning off residue of dirt from pressing his palms to the concrete floor. Nose scrunching as he shakes his head with a ‘no’.

“Don’t be silly, I offered to do this for you.”

“I have to pay you somehow.” You insist. The Alphas tongues prods at his cheek. Pushed out as he pretends to think over options.

“There is something I can accept as payment.” He shrugs. “Think of it more as balancing things out.”

“I’m scared to ask what that could be.”

“Nothing much.” Jeno whips out his phone, tapping the screen to unlock. “I’m free Saturday night, Moon will be sleeping over at her cousins after they go to Lotte World.”

“Are you suggesting we..” you start, anxiously mumbling. The Alpha hands his phone over to you with a blank text on display.

“There’s this new cafe..” Jeno nods to the phone. “Put in your number, I’ll pick you up after I close the shop and get cleaned up.”

“This isn’t a good idea..” you caution. Tapping in your number and shooting yourself a text even so.

“Good ideas are overrated.” Jeno declares. Eyebrows bouncing eagerly, taking a step closer to you. He dangles your keys by your face, teasing you to reach for them.

“W-what does that even mean?” You gulp, glancing down to stare at your feet. Jeno’s big black leather boots trumping your clean ergonomically equipped work shoes for the purpose of standing around all day as a glorified babysitter.

With a finger placed under your chin, the Alpha fixes your gaze on his confident face again. Expression softening upon catching your pupils shaking.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being good?” He wonders, thumb smoothing across the jut of your chin. “It’s boring, worrying about social constructs and moral obligations. Being good is overrated.”

“Being good is all I know..” you shyly confess.

Jeno’s hands find your forearm. Thumbs pressing down the center as he swoops lower toward your wrist. Shutting your fingers around the keys placed in your palm. “You have a lot to learn, teacher.”

———————————————————-

Being good is overrated, and Jeno’s determined to make that clear.

“I can’t get on that.” You shift foot to foot apprehensively. The Alpha continues to hold out a helmet for you despite the last 5 minutes spent trying to convince you to not worry.

“I’ve been riding bikes for years. I’m a pro, I promise!” Jeno exclaims.

He holds out his arms in response to the unimpressed look you give. “You’re telling me a six year old can ride on this everyday but you can’t?”

“I don’t approve of that either, I’ll have you know.” You complain. Snatching the helmet from the Alpha. Bottom lip jutting out rethinking how long you spent on your hair.

“Your hair looks beautiful by the way.” Jeno compliments, noticing the frustration that twists between your brows. “But it’s either wearing this helmet or risking your skull's chances.”

Sneering, you tug on the helmet. “That makes me feel so much better, Alpha.”

“I’m Alpha now?” Jeno chuckles, clicking the strap on your helmet to close. Engine revving to life when he feels your weight adjust into the space behind him. “Hold onto me.”

Silently, you rope his waist for dear life. Thankful for the helmet shield hiding your flush. It’s not as if you could differentiate calling for your Alpha anymore between restless nights with vivid images of tight jeans and a painted on crisp leather jacket. Only a matter of time before it slipped from your spit slick lips. Scandalously drooling from behind your podium for some semblance.

Your face buries between Jeno’s shoulder blades, desperate to whimper from the heat ripping between your bodies. The Alpha drives smoothly, somehow managing to miss every crack and bump along the streets. Opting to avoid the freeway to not freak you out further.

The ride to the cafe takes no longer than ten minutes. Jeno had reassured you repeatedly it would be no Daytona 500 race. ‘A simple bike ride. Live a little.’

Needless to say your hair fell completely flattened, short ride or not. Jeno continues to compliment you, noting that your pretty dress matches the theme of the cafe.

“Must be destiny.” He smiles cheesily. Holding open the door that sounds a bell chime upon entering. “Have a feeling this is going to be some of the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”

“Do you now, Alpha?” You inquire, standing in line. “Consider yourself a connoisseur of cakes perhaps?”

Jeno cocks a brow, lips pursed coyly. Smiling more with his eyes than his mouth.

“You like red velvet?” The Alpha asks brushing off the implication in your question. Tapping the glass case displaying many beautifully decorated sweets. More distracted by how pristine even his fingers looked in comparison. Filed and shaped, shining as if he’d rubbed in cuticle oil.

“Sounds yummy.”

“Good, we can share.” Jeno pays. Completely ignoring your attempt to shove your card to pay before he can. Even including a tip for the teenage boy behind the register with a cool ‘keep the change’.

The Alpha nods to an empty table hidden in a corner, dimly lit and spread too far away from the others around. Setting down your tray of fruit teas and cake, Jeno is quick to slide out the seat for you and scoot his chair closer to your side.

Everything moves along swimmingly. Jeno stringing the conversation along easily knowing the in’s and out’s of your classroom by now.

“I was worried at first about sending Moon to kindergarten.” Jeno begins to confess, playing with the last bits of crumbs on your shared plate. “Last year was really hard for us.”

“Why so?” You ask, working on the last spoonful of cake he insisted you eat.

“Moon’s mom.. it’s kind of long story.” Jeno trails off with a sigh, visibly gulping. “But I must say, she’s really fond of you. Everyday I hear about her lovely teacher.”

“Moon’s such a great kid honestly. You’re doing a great job raising her.” You let him know. Licking the last pieces of cake clean off your fork. Choosing to not push to hear more about Jeno’s last relationship. Snooping around Moon’s files made it explicitly clear as day, Jeno’s a single dad. That’s all that really matters.

“Thanks.” The Alpha smiles, motioning to your lower lip. “You got a little..”

Reaching toward your lip, Jeno swipes a clump of frosting that’s gathered at the corner of your mouth. Leaving you agape in surprise, opened up releasing a gasp. Tar black irises laze taking in your innocent expression. More wanton in his eyes than meant to be. Stroking the pad of his fingertip deeper in until he meets the tip of your tongue.

Licking at his lips, Jeno swallows the dryness that’s infiltrated his throat. Leaning in closer as his finger makes a pathway through, following the line down the center of your tongue. “A.. little.. frosting..”

The Alpha mumbles deliriously, widened eyes blink his way mindlessly. Strumming a heat down to the muscle between his thighs. Chubbing up thick and fat, skirting a look across the table to quickly imagine throwing you down. Taking you for all to see.

Weeks of cumulation and saddened attempts of poor flirting leading up to this. Holding back the crazed desire to ravage you, destroy the purity exuding around you everyday.

Lips shut around his finger cautiously, a small suck tugs at his nail. Sucking air between his teeth as you give it another try. Experimentally moving your head just enough to get his finger coated in a wad of spit. Up and down, lightly sucking at his digit with each gentle pull back. Dizzied in a trance watching your lips form a heart shaped pout around his finger.

Jeno curses under his breath, glancing around to ensure no one gets a free show. Against his will, he slides free from your lips. Dragging down to your chin, pressing in to catch your stuck out bottom lip between his. Suckling and nibbling as his spit drenched finger glides between your breasts. Snaking beneath the unbuttoned top of your dress to press down on your now hardened nipple.

“Told you it would be some of the best cake I’ve ever had.” Jeno murmurs against your mouth. Tongue flicking out to catch the tip of yours. Shoving forward, trapped between his teeth. The tip of his finger rolls on your pointed breast. Swallowing and pulling your tongue further out between your lips until you moan.

“Alpha..”

“That’s it, Alpha.” Jeno hisses inside your mouth. Hand drawing free to find refuge between your thighs. Met with slick splattered skin on skin. No doubt leaked onto the chair beneath you. He has to swallow down the growl trying to rip free, slapping your inner thigh with a splash. “Such a good girl aren’t you? Already dripping wet for Alpha.”

All you can do is nod. Chest scattered with heat and prickles of goosebumps as Jeno collects your soaked underwear. Choked tightly in a fist as he rips them off to the side. Palming your cunt with a muttered ‘fuck’.

“How are you this wet already? Haven’t even fucked you yet, is that how badly you want it?” The Alpha rasps. Cleaning up the abundance of slick leaking out of your folds. Enough to wring out your underwear and form a puddle. A reminder of every wet dream inspired by Jeno.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy.” He states flatly. Fingers pressing around your clit teasingly. Smirking wolfishly, showing off perfectly aligned white teeth.

“Not here..not here.” You plead. Receiving a pinching hold around your folds. Labia clenched tightly between Jeno’s strong fingers. Clit engorged and poked out, begging to be rubbed good enough to get you off.

“Don’t want Alpha to fuck you right here? Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to now?” Jeno says, full of confidence. Digits lowering between the mortifying amount of slick flowing from your entrance. A mess, an absolute mess. “Let everyone see how good Alpha eats your pussy? Don’t you want that?”

“N-no…Alpha. H-here, no-not here.”

“Gonna let me take you home? Show you how my good Omega deserves to be fucked?” Jeno’s breath fans hot across your mouth. Pulsing around three fingers seething their way inside. He thrusts fast, forearm flexed in a quick jerk. Thumb smashing down on your clit with a mean rub. “Show me how pretty my Omega’s pussy looks after I fucking ruin it?”

“Y-yes, yes, yes!” You choke. Palm flattening on the table, tugging the cloth between fingers to reign your sanity. Climax hitting hard with Jeno’s thumb working magically. Rubbing your hardened clit into a frenzy of numbed stimulation. Spiraling out like electric waves of shock.

Strings of slick stick Jeno’s fingers together. Drawn out slowly, lapping up the sloppy aftermath from between his digits with a dark gaze locked on you. “We’re leaving.”

The ride home moves faster than the one before. Jeno wasting no time to race down the streets with your arms clutched around his trim waist. The first to jump from his bike once the brakes in place. Manhandling you off with ease, prepared to fall to his knees and start where you left off.

“Alpha, not here, please. I can’t.” You squirm, ass pushed to sit against the seat of Jeno’s bike. With a condescending ‘shh shh shh’ he taps your lips, head slowly shaking side to side.

“Good girls always can.” The Alpha quips. Smirk reaching one side of his mouth. “Are you my good girl?”

“Yes Alpha..”

“Then keep your eyes on me,” Jeno directs, jeans rustling beneath his knees as he bends to sit on them. The bottom of your dress folded up to show off the panties he’s destroyed. “and sit on my face.”

Jeno’s large palms spread on your ass, grip sinking in torturously. Gaze stuck on you as his mouth parts, jaw locking at the pull. Focused on the torn expression of unabiding arousal defeating your moral instinct. Growling with each lap and pointed roll of his tongue delivered to your clit.

Mouth hung open guzzling down the globs of wetness that won’t stop, Jeno growls ferociously. Nails dig into your fleshy bottom, bouncing you in his grasp. Licking and sucking you to the point of oversensitivity, having to hold onto the back of his brawny neck to stay grounded.

“Tastes like my pussy already.” Jeno mumbles, eliciting a rumble of tremors up your torso. Tingling with the vibrations of his muffled words. The possession ingrained in each syllable is enough to have you on your toes.

“A-alph—…s-stop!” You whine, contorting to bend forward and ride the last bits of high against his tongue. Jeno’s eyes are fiery, full of brazen desire to mark, claim. Eat you alive. “H-hurts! Ah!”

A dull throb hits, squirting out an explosion of slick. Enough to leave Jeno’s chin bathed in wetness like he got caught in a rainstorm. Left hiccuping through another orgasm cracking like lightning throughout your body. The Alpha could care less, unrelenting with the drag of his tongue. Vacuuming your release with a lewd suck, cleaning your pussy until it looks brand new. Ready to be used again and again.

It’s easy to maneuver you inside. Jeno kicking through the doors with arms full of your slackened figure. Feet dragging as you’re carried to his bedroom. Whimpering with your legs shutting on instinct where you lay.

“Still so shy, even with your pussy juices dripping down my throat.” Jeno licks his lips. Leather jacket coming off, thumbing the fitted black v-neck off in one quick motion. Tattoos blending in with the darkness filling his bedroom. More like shadows dancing across his skin under moonlight rivering its way past opened windows.

“I think this will help you relax.” Jeno reassures you, slipping a sash over your eyes. For the most part everything turns dark, the figure in front of you mostly obscured by the thin sheer material. It eases your racing heart, swallowing shallow breaths at a regulated pace.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Jeno asks with a gentle kiss placed at the center of your chest. He waits for the slight nod your chin gives, throat lodged tight with anticipation. Lips press against your pounding heart timing his breath with the speed your chest rises and falls at. Jeno’s scent has consumed yours, taken over by desire for the Alpha to take over.

Entering Jeno’s bedroom already had your knees weak. Wall to wall drenched in his natural aroma that carries traces of earth. While the Alpha had smelled of motor oil and musk the last time you were this close, his natural aroma was much more fresh. Masculine and sharp, cutting through the garden of your floral scent. Dress removed with a few loosened buttons as he leads you to the bed.

Everything about Jeno reflected strength, pure blood Alpha demanding everyone’s attention with his presence alone. His scent a reminder of the power an Alpha can hold over you.

His secret would surprise you in more than one way.

“Don’t hide from me.” Jeno pushes your thighs apart. Palms splayed flat, inhaling the assault of sex ridden slick permeating. Squelching heady and filthy, ready for the taking. “Pretty pussy all mine now.”

The button on his jeans nearly rips. Jeno kicks off his bottoms with practiced speed. The veins trailing up and down his cock pumping blood at a high rate. Filling his dick to full mass. Leaving you with gaped mouth as he shifts on his knees. Cock standing hard, weeping out at the tip miserably.

The Alphas hips rock down against yours, cock slotting between your swollen folds. Heartbeat beating around his length where he glides, gathering up the slick that’s made an insanely wet mess on his bed. Jeno pins your shoulders down, lips crashing against yours, catching all the breathless swallows you take. Choking from the suction he gives your tongue. Coughing spit out around his forceful mouth taking reign.

“Tell me what you want, good girls know how to ask.” Jeno explicitly states. Words burn a way up your gut, boiling to the top until you writhe beneath him just enough for the tip of his cock to snag at your entrance.

“Ah! Alpha! Please.. need it. Need to feel it!”

“Feel what?” Jeno spits, butt clenched to resist fucking his way inside in one go. Cock head shaking where it stays rubber banded in your unrelenting grip.

“Please..Alpha, knot me.” You whimper, neck arching back with scream. Convulsing up to meet Jeno’s hips rushing forward. Cock shaping a way deep inside your cunt with one expert thrust.

“Just had to ask.” Jeno says, wrapping his palm around your nape for leverage. Using the hold to keep your upper back lifted. He thrusts in and out easily. Met with obstruction with two last inches trying to shove their way through. He grunts, hips circling, folds sucking around his cock menacingly. “So fucking tight. So warm. Wet, so fucking wet.”

Jeno, refusing to give up, reaches between your torsos, pinching your clit between two fingers. Hitting every nerve until a gush of slick spills out covering his balls dripping like honey.

“Look so good taking all of me. So good, the best Omega pussy.” Jeno’s near incoherent. Groaning as he fills you to the hilt. Cock head kissing your cervix finally, sending a jolt of renewed vigor up his spine. Gliding back enough to catch sight of pre-cum oozing from his slit, Jeno fucks with determination. Hitting harder and faster, madly plunging in and out. Lost to the clap and squish emitting between your sweating figures.

“Yes, ugh! Al-alpha!” Words get lost between your moans. Screaming out with a high arch in your spine. Jeno grabs onto your hips pulling you down on his length to match the pace of his thrusts. Fucking up hard enough for his balls to smack against the dip between your ass. Threads of creamy slick connecting your lower halves disgustingly. Sticky and wet everywhere.

“Yes! Keep going! Pussy wrapped so tight around me.” Jeno slams forward, lifting your lower back from the bed. Pistoning his hips to a drilling pace, bouncing up the bed under his powerful merciless thrusts. “Gonna make me cum. Cum so fucking deep inside you, fill you up over and over again.”

Jeno’s talking to himself at this point. Nothing but your wails and whimpers coming out. Nodding and crying dumbly out of your mind. Lost in a dark mental haze of Jeno’s dark eyes blending in with the night.

“Please Alpha! K-knot.. inside inside!”

Jeno lets out something similar to a high pitched squeal. Wrinkled eyelids gripped in a tight squeeze the harder you clutch around his length. Milking his size with each pull out of his hips to cum. Cum until your stomach extends painfully, have you finding traces of the Alpha trickling from your cunt for days.

It's awkward to hear his vocals crack, worried he’d turn you off. Still unaware of just how fucked out from orgasm after orgasm you really are. Rasps grow louder like gravel under fierce tires on a silent road, ready to shout at the first expanding movement of his knot. Crooning as your bottom speeds to a slapping pressure against his hips and thighs. In disbelief by the amount of slick endlessly fountaining from where your bodies connect.

Jeno sits up enough to watch your pussy spasm up and down his length. Mesmerized by the way your hips jump, grinding down taking every inch of the Alpha in spite of the initial pain. Slick pools from his chest, down past the defined carved out muscles on his stomach, thighs drenched in the same way you’d left his neck and collar earlier.

Jeno thinks he’s falling in love. Hunched over gasping for air through his nose. Fearful he’ll spill words in his lustful haze of floral aroma floating around his mind. His teeth grit, upper lip snarling and trembling. Lower half jolting when you let out a scream between your raw bitten lips.

“Fuck, just like that. Good Omega, good girl riding my cock like you own it.” Jeno grits. Eyes rolling up lost to the deafening tune of your thighs clapping down, pummeling his pelvic bone hard enough to leave marks on the both of you.

Jeno’s knot inflates, slowing both of your movements. Stretching you past a normal capacity to accommodate his size pulling at your raw fucked out hole. It’s too much for the both of you. The push and pull, the way you sleeve around his cock like it belongs to you. Gripped between your walls with no way to move.

Cumming with your knees digging into Jeno’s waist sends his body to stiffen up. Chest caving down the center with a deep inhale. Cock in a pussy chokehold throwing all of Jeno’s self control to the wind. Collapsing down, Jeno’s lower back is met with the heels of your feets kicking. Reeling from the intense orgasm emptying your body. Trembling erratically under the Alphas weight, crushing you as last bits of sanity evade him.

Between muted curses and tears filling the Alphas eyes, he finally releases. Spurting out shots of his seed for what feels like an eternity. Breathing shallowly beneath him until Jeno understands you need air. Shifting to your sides with a pained hiss. Sniffling as he does so.

The Alpha’s sounds of anguish stir you awake. Half fallen asleep as the last loads of cum clog up your insides. Jeno stilled, lodged deep inside. Knot at full capacity after minutes keeping you stretched upon his mass size.

“Alpha?” Your voice comes out groggy, soundless to your ears stuffed with post-orgasmic heat. Reaching to tug off the makeshift blind fold, you’re met with the sight of Jeno’s tear streaked cheeks. Ruddy from excursion, high and tight on the bone. The hollow just beneath, pushing his bitten over lips out to pout more. “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”

Jeno smiles, irises disappearing beneath the swell caused by tears streaming freely.

“You wanted to know why I got the nickname.” He sighs, nose dropping to your chin. Dragging up to trace across your jaw. His mouth meets your ear, softly speaking. “Now you know.”

Cry Baby Jeno Lee.

“Is it..” you ask curiously, hips swiveling down to a gentle grind on the Alphas knot. Jeno hisses, squeezing out a few more tears.

“Always happens when I knot.” Jeno explains. Grabbing your waist to keep you in place. “I told you that you’d find out.”

———————————————————-

“Ah, Moon forgot her lunch, again.” Jeno smiles leaned against the doorframe to your classroom. Lifting up an adorable vintage Lisa Frank lunchbox he most likely dropped too much money on. Whatever Moon Lee wants, Moon Lee gets. Something her father lives by as well.

“Again huh?” You step out into the hallway, prepared for where this conversation could head. Nothing you wish for your students to witness and interrogate you over later. “Moon’s in there chowing down on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I believe that’s what I saw smeared on her chin.”

Jeno rubs his chin, tongue clicking against the backs of his teeth. “You know what, that’s right! I didn’t forget.”

“Did you ever actually forget Alpha?”

Jeno blinks away his nerves, brushing your question off. Opening up the lunch box to reveal the same dessert you shared on your date. Less shared, more ate off his fingers.

“You really seemed to enjoy this cake,” Jeno’s tongue prods at the corner of his mouth. Inching closer to you. Free hand stroking from your shoulders, to your waist, ending at your hip with a squeeze. “I had to go back for more.”

“You mean, you had to come back for more,” You correct, sharing a breath at close proximity. “Of me?”

“You’re too pretty for your own good I think..” he mumbles under his breath. A light touch of his fingertips grazes your hip, shifting back on his heels.

“Maybe so,” You reply, a bit snarky. Following him further into the hall to at least conceal yourself from the class. Hiding most of your body with the door frame, glancing over your shoulder to make sure everyone’s occupied with their worksheets. “But maybe you made a good point.”

“Did I?” Jeno takes his chance to melt into your space. Having set down the lunchbox near your feet. Arm lifting up, pressed to the wall to allow his hips to meet yours. He rubs at your pelvic bone gently, erupting goosebumps across your chest. Reminded of the blooming signs of bruises you noticed this morning after taking a shower. Shaped to match a certain Alpha’s gripping hold.

Leaning in to brush against Jeno’s upper lip, you’re quick to steal a kiss. Footsteps of familiar leather toed loafers the principal typically wears resound making their way through the hall. Adding the smallest hint of danger to your daytime escapade.

“Maybe being good is overrated.”

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can u please do more jisung ?? 😞🩵🩵 i love ur work

tangerine love

genre fluff ! no warnings

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pairings gn!reader x jisung

2:34pm ─ ੈ♡˳

“jisungggg, are you ready?” you peeped your head into your best friend’s room to see him scrambling around in a panic.

“i can’t find it!”

“what is it?”

“your present. i just had it last night and now i can’t find it.”

“oh.” you sighed in relief. “it’s no big deal, ji, let’s just hurry and go.”

it was your friendiversary, so for fun, you two usually just went to the park where you met as kids. normally you didn’t get each other gifts, but this year, jisung insisted.

you brushed off his concerns. “im gonna leave you here!” you threatened as you made your way to sit in the passenger’s seat of jisung’s car.

jisung hopped in and sulked. “i couldn’t find it… do you at least have the tangerines?” he looked over to you.

in your lap was a basket of freshly picked tangerines from the tree in his backyard. you planted it when you were younger, since you two have always shared a love for the fruit.

you got to the park and laid out a blanket on the grass. you set the basket down and signaled jisung to try them. “are they sweet?” his eyes lit up as he tore into the peel. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried them yet.”

he popped a slice into his mouth and immediately his eyes became squinted and his nose scrunched up. “eugh it’s so sour.”

“seriously? that’s too bad. I guess they aren’t ripe enough yet…” you picked one up and tossed it right back into the basket.

“oh right.” you remembered. “your gift.” you reached into the pocket of your sweater that was lying alongside the picnic blanket. you pulled out a little white box with orange ribbon around it tied in a bow.

jisung’s eyes widened. “wait. that box-”

before you could even hand it to him, he snatched it from you.

you rolled your eyes at his impatience. “geez, you could at least say thank you.”

inside the box was the exact thing jisung had lost. a little tangerine keychain charm. “where did you get this?”

you rubbed your neck nervously. “oh, well it’s a funny story. see, i actually forgot about the present thing, but this morning when I was walking to your house, i found it on the sidewalk around the corner. isn’t that weird? it was like a sign from the universe.”

jisung looked at you in disbelief and started laughing out of nowhere.

“what?” you laughed along. “sorry, i seriously forgot.. but it’s cute, isn’t it? put it on your bag! i’ll take it if you don’t want it…”

“yn.” jisung smiled. “this is for you. he handed it back to you. “i bought it on my way home last night so it must have fallen out of my pocket then. i just can’t believe you found it…”

“wait, really?” you clapped your hands in a fit of laughter. “you’re too cute, jisung.” you threw yourself onto the boy sitting beside you, now his head is resting on the cushioned blanket, and you’re lying across him. his arms instinctively wrapped around your back to hug you into his chest.

“don’t call me cute.” he said in his low voice. you can’t control your cuteness aggression when it comes to jisung, so you pinched his cheeks and pretended to bite him.

once you sat up, jisung followed your movements. he positioned himself behind you, so he could rest his chin on your shoulder, and hug you.

from the looks of it, you’re a couple.

“yn” jisung broke the silence. “look at the way we’re sitting right now. we might as well be a couple.”

“sure.” you shrugged in response.

“im just joking.” he hugged you tighter.

“no, really. we should try it. see what happens.” you leaned your head against jisung’s, still resting on your shoulder.

“seriously?” he laughed.

“yeah,” you hummed, “but what are we gonna do with all these tangerines?”

hi anon, so glad you requested! sorry it took forever. thank you for reading ♡ ps im too lazy to proofread this properly LOL

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Hi! This is a fic rec of my favorite Exes to Lovers fics. These fics are organized by word count from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Given A Chance by fabby / @fabby1d (173k)

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

Empty Skies by green_feelings / @greenfeelings (134k)

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

After All These Yearsby LifeInAColorWheel (127k)

It’s been seven years since One Direction went on hiatus and it’s been eight years since Louis and Harry broke up. They’ve been strangers to one another since then.

But, over the course of a weeklong boys’ trip, history between Harry and Louis resurfaces.

Or,

The one when Louis and Harry don’t talk, connect again years later, and reflect on why their love collapsed.

Bitter Tangerine by purpledaisy / @daisyharry (119k)

Maybe it’s Niall, he reasons to calm his storming heart. Maybe he’s not actually gone for the holidays yet, maybe Harry got the dates confused. Slowly, he holds his breath and pushes the kitchen door open. The first thing he sees make him jump, a wooden spoon held out like a sword. Once his brain processes the sight in front of him, it’s less the sword that gets him than who is attached to the wooden spoon.

“Harry,” the swordsmen speaks before Harry can, his voice low and steady though confusion laces each word.

Harry’s breath catches. Every string around his heart, all the protection he spent nine months building, rips out and tears open all at once as he says, “Hi Louis.”

AU: Nine months after they break up, a twist of fate brings Harry and Louis back together at Christmas.

Burn to Ash by bethaboo (116k)

Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there's a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.

He's a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry.

Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.

Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.

Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo / @crinkle-eyed-boo (114k)

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn’t intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

Emperor's New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships (92K)

The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.

or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

Perfect Storm by cherrystreet / @cherrystreet (80k)

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

The Stars Are Guiding Me Back by coffeelouis / @coffeelouis (80k)

Directing the first ever season of The Bachelor with a bisexual star is a huge career move for Louis. After throwing himself into his career, he finally has the opportunity to prove himself as a director with a unique vision.

For Harry, being cast as the first ever Bi Bachelor means finally putting his ex-boyfriend behind him and starting anew. He's taking a chance on finding love and determined to do it right this time.

They didn't exactly think this through.

[or, the BACHELOR AU where Louis directs his ex-boyfriend Harry in his season as America's first bi bachelor.]

Consequences by allwaswell16 / @allwaswell16 (78k)

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

To the Ends of the Earth by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci (68k)

During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

Your Memory Over Me by shimmeringevil / @shimmeringevil (64k)

Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.

Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.

It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.

He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.

OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

Far Away. by dimpled_halo (57k)

Harry swallows hard, clearing his throat. “Hi Lou,” he says, looking at Louis reluctantly. He’s even more gorgeous than he remembers, so much, he feels uneasy looking directly at him, he’s so beautiful.Louis looks at Harry, does a quick once-over and smiles, eyes so bright and blue—just how Harry remembers. “Harold!” He gets up out of his seat and embraces him into a warm hug. It’s a friendly platonic hug; one that ends way too soon. Harry wishes it would last longer so that he can breathe Louis in and memorize his new but somehow still familiar scent. It instantly leaves his body aching for more.

**** Harry returns to London after five years. Stuck in the past with "what ifs" and "what might have beens", he sees that his friends and ex (and possible love of his life) Louis have all moved on with their lives while he finds himself questioning his own life choices, past and present.

I Was Yours (I Wish You Were Mine) by staybeautiful / @harruandlou 56k)

“Harry Styles!”

His name rang out clear through the city streets. He turned quickly back to the bar, startled by his own name and startled by the voice that called him.

Standing in the doorway to the bar, back lit and glowing slightly was Louis.

Not an eighteen year old apparition dressed in the same low slung blue jeans and t-shirt with swooping bangs that was always the image in his mind. No, he was Louis now.

or Ten years ago Harry dropped his best friend and high school boyfriend off at the train station and never saw him again. Now, he's twenty seven, living in NYC, and dreadfully unlucky in love. He can't stop wistfully thinking of Louis promising that they'd see each other again in ten years time. A chance meeting outside a bar has them tumbling head first into a summer of music, milkshakes, and maybe each other.

You Taught Me How To Love (You Taught Me How To Stop) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (50k)

“I was always better at hand to hand than you,” Harry growls, even as he leans his weight into the blade. It’s small, sharp, has a handle of gold roses.

“I don’t know about that.” Louis moves his arm forward, makes the presence of the barrel of the gun fit snugly to Harry’s hip. “I think we just play differently.”

“You going to shoot me?” Harry asks, those wild eyes tracking over Louis’ face. “Do it.”

“I think I’ve put enough scars on you,” Louis answers, means it about the stretch marks still lining the sides of Harry’s stomach, but it lands a little too raw. There are other scars on Harry’s body that Louis blames himself for, scars inside too.

No One Does It Better by nodibs (49k)

Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met.

Drifting, Weightless by dinosaursmate / @dinosaursmate (45k)

“We’ve been asked to do a gig,” Niall said slowly. “Harry and Liam are completely up for it, I am too.” “Alright. What’s the catch?” Louis asked with suspicion. “It’s, um…” Niall cleared his throat. “So, Juliana was contacted by this themed cruise company, and they want us to do a four-day One Direction cruise.” The words hung in the air as Louis’ right eyebrow slowly crept up and he fixed Niall with a stare. “Absolutely not.” Louis rolled his eyes. “You’re essentially asking me to go on a working holiday with my ex. Stranded on a boat in the ocean for four days.” “Cruise ships are huge! You don’t have to see him in your down time.” --- Harry and Louis are exes with benefits until they're not, and the Mediterranean Sea might just be the perfect place to work through some unresolved issues.

Bloodsport by tofiveohfive / @tofiveohfive (40k)

“You know how our next game is against the Cardinals, right? You remember how vicious those guys can get. I wanted us to come up with some plays, maybe work on a block from the left—”

Louis stops when he hears a chuckle.

He doesn’t think he’s said anything particularly funny, so he turns to Harry, waiting for an explanation.

“‘S funny, ‘s all.” Harry throws his finished bottle somewhere near the other discarded ones. “This is the first time you’re talking to me in eight months, and it’s still about football.”

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