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luvyeni · 7 months

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❛TREAT YOU BETTER❜ ( h. renjun )

p. huang renjun x fem!reader w. 5.1k+

warnings? smut, mentions of 🍃, unprotected sex, toxic relationships

— 𖦹 ( renjun hates your boyfriend, he certain he can treat you better) !

“You only won that game because of me, stop boosting.” Renjun watched his friends argue over nonsense as they rode up the elevator to haechans apartment. “Bullshit, you didn’t do a damn thing.”

They stepped off the elevator still arguing, “Enough.” Renjun shushed them both. “You’re both pretty, give it a rest.” They switched to arguing over who was pretty, to which he shook his head ignoring them as they walked down the hall.

“Where are you?” Renjun turned his upon hearing your voice, you were standing in front of the door, tears streaming down your face. “Because you won’t give me a key, now i’m locked out of our apartment, and you’re too busy with another girl to come let me in.” They all turned to you — you noticed to putting your hand to your mouth, whispering. “I look stupid crying, there are people walking past.”

They quickly turned making there way to the end of the hall where haechan lived. “Why doesn’t she have the key to her own house.” Jaemin, mostly likely high out his mind said, completely unaware of how loud he was. “Shut up.” Renjun slapped his arm, walking into haechans unlocked apartment.

“Wassup!” haechan yelled, his small apartment already drowning in the scent of weed and smoke. “Jesus haechan how many did you already smoke.” Jeno sat down on the couch. “Not enough, did you bring it?” Renjun threw the green substance at him. “You owe me 30 fucking dollars you ass.” He snapped, the boy had sent him on a run, thinking it was only 10 dollars, when in reality it was 30 dollars. “Thank you renjunnie.”

They all sat around, jeno began rolling up the weed into blunts, renjun mind went back to you, you seemed to live there, so why didn’t you have a key? Did you loose it? So why don’t you just go to maintenance?

Seems like jaemin had the same question, cause he soon spoke up. “Haechan, whose the pretty girl crying in front of the apartment down the hall?” Renjun rolled his eyes. “Who the fuck- Oh that’s y-n, she’s crying again?” Again? This was a reoccurring thing. “Again?” Jeno read his mind.

“Yeah, this happens at least once a month, her boyfriend is an asshole and won’t get her a key, so she’s constantly getting locked out.” He explained. “Why won’t she just go to maintenance and get one?” haechan shrugged. “He doesn’t let her do anything alone, i’m surprised she is out of the apartment while he’s not there, I don’t think she had class today.”

“What?” Renjun finally spoke up. “I don’t know, she doesn’t seem to go out without him unless she’s going to class, she’s our age too, he’s like 28 and everytime I see him, I see her follow behind him” Haechan said. “He’s trash though, I hear him always yelling at her over dumb shit, cheating on her.” Renjun felt himself getting upset – why stay with a person if you’re gonna treat them like that. “and she stays? Haechan shrugged. “Somedays I hear her leaving and then she doesn’t come home for a few days, but then she’s right back here, she’s real forgiving, a bit of an air head, sweet girl though.” He passed the blunt to renjun.

“I’m good.” Haechan retracted his hand with a “suit yourself.” Renjun couldn’t stop thinking about how the tears rolled down your face, as you begged for you sorry excuse for a boyfriend to come home. “Jun? you okay?” Jeno asked, he stood up. “Where are you going?” Jaemin asked.

“To go see if she got into the apartment, where else.” He said, haechan past the blunt to jaemin. “Be careful, her boyfriend isn’t only an asshole to her, he’s an asshole in general.” Renjun definitely wasn’t scared of a coward who treats women like trash. “I’ll be back.”

“Where are you?” You barely waited for your boyfriend to answer. “I’m on my way I swear, geez why are you calling so much.” You heard him slur his words, music playing in the background. “because you won’t give me a key, and now im locked out of our apartment.” You said, tears wielding in your eyes again. “hey come here.” You heard a females voice in the back. “and you’re too busy with another girl to let me in.”

You watched three boys walk past you, furthering your embarrassment. “and I look like a fool crying.”

“Then stop being such a crybaby, I told you i’ll be home soon, why do you need a key so bad, you don’t even leave the house often, why waste money on a key.” He yelled over the music. “You don’t let me out the house.” You here his slam down another drink. “Because you can barely do anything without my help, you’d get hit by a car if it wasn’t for me, don’t be an idiot.” He yelled. “Now stay there, i’ll be home soon.” Before you could say something, you heard the click of the phone.

You sighed, sliding down the door defeated. You don’t understand why you still stay, your boyfriend used to be a good person — or maybe he wasn’t and you were just blinded by his love bombing that you didn’t notice the red flags, but whatever it was, he didn’t used to be like that, that was the only reason you felt comfortable moving into an apartment went him, but that’s when things went to shit.

He began to come home late night, drunk and covered in hickeys, apologizing over and over, until he didn’t even apologize, instead he’d just say, “I came home to you, that’s all that matters.”

You knew how he treated you wasn’t good, but you were always a people pleaser, putting everyone before you — seeing the good in everyone, and even though everyone else fails to see the good in your boyfriend, you believe he’s somewhere in there.

“Are you okay?” a voice pulls you from your inner thoughts, your eyes travel upwards, meeting his eyes. It was one of the boys who walked past you. “Hi.” You stood up, brushing off your skirt. “I’m fine.” You spoke. “Are you locked out?” He pretended that he didn’t know anything, you looked at the door, then back to him, he was cute. “Yeah.”

“Do you have a hair pin or something?” You reached into your bag, moving things around, searching. “Uh, here.” You said, he took it from you, your hands touching, he gave you a slight smile, “could you…” He motioned for you to move. “Oh o-okay.” You stepped to the side.

You watched him work on the door, he wiggled it around a bit – until you hear a click, the door was unlocked. He pushed the door open, and the reason you were even crying, came running out the door. “peaches!” The dog jumped into your arms, licking your face. “oh baby you must be so hungry.” He watched your eyes light up, biting back a smile.

You turned to him, he handed you back the hair pin. “How did you do that? You aren’t a criminal are you?” He shook his head. “no, but my friend is an idiot who gets locked out of his bedroom a absurd number of times.” You smiled. “Thank you so much, you really saved me today, my poor peaches must’ve been so scared.” He nodded watching you pet the dog.

“I really wish I could pay you back some how.” He shook his head. “I have some money, hold on.” He quickly stopped you. “it’s fine, don’t worry about it, no one should stand out like that, plus now you can feed your dog, that’s enough for me.” You hummed. “You’re a godsend.” You said.

The dog began to whimper in your arms. “Okay peaches, let’s get you some food, say goodbye to the nice man.” Renjun patted the dogs head. “goodbye peaches.” He said. “And it was nice to meet you…” you said waiting for his name. “oh it’s renjun.” You smiled, “it was nice to meet you renjun, i’m yn.” He nodded. “Same to you.” You waved, walking into your house. “bye bye.” He waved back, waiting for you to close the door, before making his way back to haechans apartment. “did you fix it captain save a pretty girl.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting back down. “thanks to jaemin being a dumbass i got the door open using a bobby-pin.” Jaemin smiled, eyes hardly open. “You’re welcome.” He past renjun the blunt. “can you finally stop worrying and smoke with us?” he took the blunt from his friends hand — shit he paid 30 bucks for it.

They all stumbled out of haechans apartment, trying to make it downstairs before the uber got there. “I’m hungry.” Jaemin slurred, “me too.” Jeno said. He walked past your apartment, eyes squinting as he heard yelling coming from the other side of the door. “seems like her boyfriend is home — let’s go before the uber leaves.” Jeno said, renjun looked back at the door, before stepping into the elevator.

“You got into the house, what’s the big fucking deal?” your boyfriend yelled, the dog barked in your defense. “The big deal is someone had to basically break into our apartment because you were too busy fucking other girls to come and let me in.” You said back, he didn’t even deny it, groaning. “Jesus yn, you’re acting so controlling.” He says, “it’s not my fault you don’t go out, but you won’t stop me from living my life.”

“I don’t go out because you don’t let me!” You shouted, “Whatever, i’m going to bed, i’ll let you act like a baby on your own.” He stumbled back to your shared bedroom. “girls like you are so needy.”

You sighed, sitting on the couch — peaches climbed into your lap, cuddling into you. You thought about where everyone went wrong, how you got to this point. Then your mind slowly drifted to the nice boy who helped you earlier — it had been a while since a boy was the slightest bit nice to you, it felt girl. “I think he’s friends with that boy down the hall, he doesn’t seem as weird as him though.” You spoke to the dog, “He’s sweet.” You smiled to yourself, laying down.

“let’s sleep out here tonight.” You grabbed the blanket, the dog cuddled to your side. “night peaches.” You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep, your mind on the boy with the lip ring who was your knight and shining armor.

Renjun hated his job at the café, it quite literally sucked ass — but somebody had to pay half rent and fund jaemins weed problem.

“Welcome to sm café how can I help you?” he said not looking up from the tablet. “What do you want?” His mind immediately took notice of the soft voice, his eye coming into contact with you. “oh?” You finally took notice of who was in front of you. “Renjun?” You smiled, almost forgetting your boyfriend was there.

“What can I get you?” Your boyfriend spoke up. “Two ice americanos, and a slice of chocolate cake.” You grimaced. “I don’t like ice americanos, I want hot chocolate.” You said, your boyfriend ignored you. “The cake alone is too much sugar, you’re already getting chubby.” Renjun wanted to jump over the counter and punch the man as he watched you step back, lowering your head.

“You got that?” the man asked him rudely, he looked at you – you shook your head. “two ice americanos and a chocolate cake.” He typed it in, “here or to go?” Your boyfriend turned to you. “Here.” You said meekly. “I don’t understand why, but here – go find a table.” You quietly walked away. “Girls man, so fucking annoying.” He watched your boyfriend laughed. “you get it don’t you?”

Renjun rung up the card, handing it back to the asshole in front of him. “No.”

You sat down at the table in the back, you watch your boyfriend laugh at something, handing a stoic renjun his card, his face made you laugh, your boyfriend was never a funny person. You lowered your smile as your boyfriend sat down. “What a bum kid, why come to work if you’re not gonna be happy.”

“Well he does get paid like 5 dollars an hours so.” Your boyfriend eyed you. “He should be grateful, you younger kids never want to work.” You squint your eyes. “you’re 27.”

“Why are you defending him, now that I think about you seemed so surprised, you know that kid?” You could see where this was going, and you definitely didn’t want it to be in public. “He’s friends with the haechan.” Your boyfriend shrugged. “Who?” You shook your head. “Don’t worry, he’s just the one who helped me get into the apartment.”

“He’s the someone?” he put the emphasis on the he. “I mean it wasn’t like I had a choice, peaches was scratching at the door.” You said. “Whatever.” You could tell he was jealous, by the way he pulled his phone out, closing you out. “all he did was help.” You said. “I said whatever drop it.” So you did, not wanting to get loud in public.

“Here you go.” Renjun came over holding a tray, sitting your things on the table. “Two americanos and a chocolate cake.” You nodded. “Thank you.” You smiled, he felt like he could go on for the rest of the day. “You’re welcome.”

Your boyfriend scoffed, once renjun walked away. “What?” you said, he put his phone away. “You seem so fond of him.” He took a sip of his drink, standing up, “wait where are you going? You said you’d stay until you have to go to work?” you frowned. “I suddenly got called in, you can stay, don’t waste that, call an uber home.” Before you could answer, he was leaving out the café door.

“What a fucking asshole.” Renjun turned to his co-worker. “Who?” he asked, looking around. “That couple over there, he just got up and left her.” He followed their eyes to you. “She looks so sweet, how she get stuck with a dick like that.”

Renjun saw your sad face as you picked with your cake, with a frown as you took a sip of your drink, grimacing at taste. “She didn’t even want that.” He said to himself. “What?” he shook his head. “i’m gonna make a hot chocolate and take my lunch break.”

‘I’m going out tonight, don’t wait up’ you closed out the message, not bothering to answer, getting extremely frustrated at your situation. “here.” A cup with steam was sat in front of you. “The hot chocolate you wanted.” Renjun sat in the seat where your boyfriend sat.

“You didn’t have to.” You said, “Don’t worry about, owner gives us a free drink every day.” You smiled, taking a sip. “Thank you.” He nodded. “it seems like I keep owing you for doing things.” You chuckle to yourself, he thought it was cute. “You seemed like you needed it anyway.”

You frowned, “I guess it’s pretty obvious.” You said. “That your boyfriend is a dick?” you chuckled, he smiled. “yeah I guess.” You said. “He wasn’t always like that though.”

“I believe you.” He said, “some people change, whether it’s good or bad, they change.” You nodded. “I guess.” He didn’t know you that well, but he just wanted to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him. “Renjun! Your 15 minutes are up, let’s go!” he cursed under his breath, wanting to sit with you longer.

“it looks like duty calls.” You smiled at him, he got up. “are you gonna be here longer?” he asked. “I think i’m gonna finish this and then head home.” He nodded. “Renjun!” he turned to his coworker. “I’m coming!” you chuckled, “go before you get in trouble.” He smiled, you waved him off.

“Bye renjun.” You waved on your way out. “Bye yn.” He watched you get into your uber. “here.” His coworker slapped a tissue on the counter. “What is it?” he picked it up, reading the number. “I assumed she didn’t leave it for me.” He stuffed the tissue into his pocket, fighting back a smile as he got back to work, his mind full of you getting him through the rest of his shift.

He texted you that same night once he got home, you had told him that you were waiting for his call, which made his heart flutter — both of you talked and talked all evening, until jaemin came bursting through his door talking about hitting the bong with jeno, to which made you chuckle. “Ooh are you talking to a girl?” jaemin said in a singsong voice.

“Get the fuck out.” Renjun threw a pillow at the boy. “Hurry before it’s all gone.” He closed the door. “He seems fun.” Renjun scoffed. “he’s annoying.”

“we’ll i’ll let you go smoke with your friends.” He was gonna kill jaemin, you had mentioned earlier how you didn’t really enjoy the smell or the feeling of weed. “I don’t do it often I swear.” He felt like he had to prove it to you. “don’t worry i’m not a cop.” he smiled. “i’ll talk to you soon, I have to go feed peaches.” You said. “okay, I call you soon, tell peaches I said hello.”

“will do, bye renjun.”

“you ruin everything.” Renjun stepped out into the living room. “did I?” he said, “or does the fact she has a boyfriend ruin everything?” jaemin past him the bong. “Both.” He took a drag.

“Jesus he is a fucking asshole.” Jeno said, renjun had explained what happened today with you and your boyfriend. “Exactly, he is horrible.” He was livid just explaining it, you didn’t deserve that at all. “and she gave you her number.” He nodded. “I say go for it, her boyfriend is shit.” Jeno shrugged.

Upon hearing that from his friend, he tried to get to know you through text and calls — he learned so much about you, you were studying to be a teacher, you loved kids and it was your life’s dream to be a teacher. He also learned that peaches was your dog that your mother gave you before you moved out, that’s why you loved her so much.

Your text and calls, soon turned into FaceTime calls while you studied, or cleaned your room — he even accidentally called you while you were getting dressed, to which you quickly told him you’d call him right back, both of you spent hours talking to each other, growing closer and closer.

“When are you coming back to the café?” He sat on his bed, watching you crotchet a new plushie, on any other occasion, this would’ve bored him, but watching you look so happy while doing something you loved made him happy.

“Why? You miss me?” you teased he smiled. “Mmh, I do.” He said, watching you shy away. “s-stop it.” You said trying to hide your smile. “Besides that’s your job, you can’t slack off there by talking to me.” You said. “Well how can I see you if not at the café?”

You wondered that too, there was no way he could come over and hang out, your boyfriend would flip out. “We’ll make a way, I promise.” You held out your pinky, you were so cute. He laughed, mimicking you, holding out his pinky. “Promise.”

“I feel like i’m funding two homes, ours and haechans.” Renjun sat the snacks he bought on the table. “You all need to seek employment, your parents pay for everything and that’s the problem.” He said. “Okay daddy, sit down.” Haechan said. He scoffed, sitting down pulling out his phone. “whoa is that yn?” haechan said. “Why is she your lockscreen?” he had forgotten about that, it was a photo you sent him of you and peaches laying in ned, you looked so cute he couldn’t help himself.

“He didn’t tell you, he found himself falling in love with neighbor.” Jeno smirked, “spends hours and hours talking to her.” He threw the pillow at the boy. “Shut up jeno.”

“Good for you, and her — her boyfriend is constantly cheating, she needs payback.” Renjun shook his head. “we’re just talking.” He said. “she even calls him while she’s showering.” Jaemin said. “oh, it’s like that.” Haechan wiggled his eyebrows. “its not like that, it was once and by an accident.” He said. “did you see something?”

“No you fucking perv, she hung up and called me back once she was finished.” Haechan shrugged. “Look we’re not judging you, if you want to fuck my neighbor, go ahead.”

“We’re not fuck–.” He was cut off by a loud scream. “looks like they’re at it again.” Haechan said. “yn and her asshole of a boyfriend, please take her away so I can have some piece.” Haechan said, taking a puff of the blunt.

“It’s been going on for a while, one of them normally leaves by now.” Haechan said, just as you heard a door swing open. “get out!” he heard you yell. “i’m sorry I swear.” He also heard your boyfriend, he stood up. “wait jun, this is normal, it fine.” It didn’t seem normal though, he slowly opened the door just to hear.

“yn listen to me, i’m sorry.” Your boyfriend pleaded as you threw his close out the house. “no, not this time.” You screamed. “you hit me!” he had found the innocent text messages between you and renjun, and went mad, and when you told him that at least it was innocent unlike the ones with random girls.

He didn’t take too well to this, and words began flying back and forth. “you’re just an little idiot kid, you need to grow up.” Which resulted into you saying, “you’re almost thirty, how about you stop going out every night and fucking random drunk 20 year olds.” You didn’t even recognize what you said, nor did you have time to process anything before you felt the sting of his slap across your face.

That when you broke, all the anger and pain came flooding out of you. “yn.” You slapped him back, going to your room. “yn wait.” He said. “I want you gone.” You said. “yn you’re being irrational, let’s calm down.” He said, making you even more mad. “irrational? Irrational, you hit me.” You grabbed his clothes. “You made, you’re constantly pushing me.”

“I’ve allowed to much from you, i’ve had enough.” You opened the door, throwing his clothes out. “Get out!” you screamed.

“Baby please I didn’t mean to hit you, it’s just that you made me so mad.” Renjun felt his blood boiling. “Calm down.” Jeno said, “don’t go all crazy.” He listened, opening the door wider, stepped out, he wasn’t the only one, a few other people stood out watching everything go down.

“Look at this, you’re embarrassed me.” He watched your boyfriend. “You did that yourself.” You tossed more stuff out. “I said enough, stop being stupid.” Renjun had enough, fully walking out of the apartment. “just let me back in the apartment.”

“No.” You seem your boyfriends eyes darken again. “You bitch I said- hey!” renjun shouted, both of you turned your heads. “Renjun.” You said, wondering if he heard anything. “She said leave, then just go.”

The older man smirked, “what is this?” he questioned, “You called him or something.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t, just go, go stay at a hotel until you find an apartment to stay in.” you said. “Why so you fuck your new boyfriend in our bedroom, like the little whore you are?” your now ex was basically slandering you.

He then turned to renjun, “you want her?” he walked over to the boy, face to face. “You think she’ll stay with you, she’s fucking obsessed with me.” He smirked, renjun tightened his fist. “What? you’re gonna hit me, stupid kid, hit me, go ahead.” Renjun saw red, before swinging, you shrieked. “renjun.”

Your boyfriend stumbled back, his nose bleeding. “Now go.” Renjun said, but the guy just kept coming towards him, but before renjun could even do something jeno stepped in — now renjun wasn’t scared of the man at all, but jeno definitely had an upper hand on the guy, and the guy thought so to.

“Before you do something you do regret, just get your shit and leave.” The guy picked his stuff up, turning to you. “I’ll let you calm down.” He scoffed walking away.

“You, okay?” he said immediately going to your aid, everyone had long gone back into their apartments. “yeah i’m fine.” You said, a red bruise forming under your eye. “look at your eye.” He said. “I’m fine.” You said, and you genuinely were, you felt like for the first time you could breathe. “Some ice and i’ll feel so much better.”

You moved your body to the side, “you can come in.” he turned his head down the hall where his friends were ushering him to go in. “Unless you’re busy.” He shook his head. “N-no i’m not.” he walked into your apartment, your dog running up to him, jumping on his leg. “she likes you, that’s a good sign.”

You walk into the kitchen, grabbing a few heart shaped ice cubes putting them on a piece of tissue, putting it to your face. “How could he hit you, that fucking asshole.” His fist balling up again, you grabbed his hand, rubbing his knuckles. “i’m fine, you did more damage to his nose than he did to me.” You took the ice from your face, putting it on his hands. “He deserved it, how could he do that to your pretty face.”

“You think i’m pretty?” you smiled, teasingly. “Yah! at a time like this, you’re making jokes?” He couldn’t help but smile at you. “See, just smile, now we can hang out here.” You tried to find the bright side. “You want to hang out with me that bad.” He teased back. “Of course, I do.” His eyes flickered to your lips. “I really want to kiss you.”

You weren’t as shocked as you should’ve been, you both felt the tension during the phone calls and face-times — there was definitely something there. “Then kiss me.” He smiled, grabbing your chin, pulling you into a kiss.

He held you softly in arms, his hand on your waist and you passionately made out in your kitchen. He pulled away, giving you a few more pecks on your lips. “Been waiting to that since I first saw you.”

He grabbed your hand, guiding you back to your bedroom, pushing you softly on to the bed, climbing on top of your body. “renjun.” You sighed, your fingers tracing his jaw. “tell me what you want.” He said kissing your fingertips. “Will give you anything you want, you just gotta tell me.”

“I-I want you, please.” That was all he needed, before he was pulling you into another passionate kiss, you pulled at his belt loop, softly moaning into the kiss.

“Jun.” you whimpered as he left little kisses in the spot between your shoulder blades, his lips grazing your chest all the way down to your stomach, stopping right at your waistband. “pl-please do something.”

He tugged your shorts down, tossing them, the wet patch on your underwear telling him how much you wanted this. “You’re soaked baby, you really need me?” you bit your lip, nodding. “So cute baby.” He rubbed you through your panties, you whined. “n-no teasing.” You pouted. “I won’t tease baby, I promise.”

He pulled your panties down, your glistening cunt made his mouth water. “Fuck.” He sighed, kissing your clit. “Need to taste you.” He licked your cunt. “jun.” you moaned out, he took that as a sigh to keep going, licking at your folds, kissing your clit.

It felt so good, you haven’t felt like that in a while, grabbing his hair, pushing him further into your cunt. “Fuck renjun, s-so good.” You moaned, he hummed against your cunt, you felt your long-awaited orgasm approaching. “i’m gonna cum jun.” you moaned out loudly. “Fuck i’m cumming!” you moaned, thighs shaking around the boys' head as he licked up your juices, pushing you past your orgasm. “j-jun.”

He pulled away, licking his lips. “Shit pretty you came so quick.” He smirked, your face heated up, and you turned your head shyly. “Well he never…” He finally processed it. “You’ve never gotten head before.” You covered your face. “Stop it’s embarrassing.”

He took your hands away from your face, “no it’s not baby, what’s embarrassing is that sorry excuse of man, missed out on tasting your pretty cunt.” You moaned at his lewd words. “S’okay though.” He spoke. “Now you have me, i’ll eat that pretty cunt whenever you want, all you have to do is ask.”

He unbuckled his belt, climbing off you to get rid of his jeans, along with his underwear — climbing back on top of you, his cock was hard against his abdomen, leaking with pre-cum. “So pretty junie.” You reached down, stroking his cock. “Fu-fuck baby if I don’t get inside you I’m gonna explode.” He groaned, moving your hand from his cock, replacing it with his own, stroking himself as he lined his cock with your dripping hole.”

“Fu-fuck you’re so tight.” He grunted as he sunk deeper into your hole, hitting your cervix. “R-renjun.” You moaned. “S-so big.” He groaned, you clenched around him. “Fu-fuck don’t do that, i’ll cum if your pussy keeps clenching like that.” You moaned. “Pl-please move.”

He pulled back out, slamming right back into you, both of cursing out as began to move – his hips snapping against your with such vigor, he held your legs opened, fucking into you deeper. “Fuck this pretty cunt is driving me crazy.”

He lifted your shirt, toying with your nipples. “Pretty fucking baby, gonna take care of you.” He grunted. “gonna treat you way better than that fucking asshole.” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “that’s it baby, let yourself go, you gonna cum for me.” He pushed into you deeply, the curve of his cock hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. “fuck, you’re gonna cum?” he toyed with your clit. “y-yes.” You moaned. “Pl-please.”

“Go a head, cum for me.” He grunted, pinching your clit. “Cum for me pretty girl.” You let yourself go, your mouth dropping open as you came, squeezing him tightly. “Fuck” He quickly pulled out, cumming all over your cunt. “Shit.” He breathed out.

He was quick to kiss you once again, his hands coming up to yours, interlocking them. “You’re mines now.” He said pulling away, letting your hands go, caressing your face. “not ever gonna harm you, okay?” you smiled. “promise?” you held your pinky out, he laughed — you were still so cute. He interlocked your pinky, kissing your knuckles.

“I promise.”

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Then he got an idea.

Moving your bent legs to the outside of his, he began running his large hands up and down your thighs. Knowing he loves touching you, you decided against questioning it and continued to play the game. When you didn’t respond to him, he ran the backs of his knuckles over your pussy causing you to buck your hips. A knowing smirk graced his beautiful face because he knew he had you.

He lifted one side of the headset and whispered in your ear, “Cariño, I wanna play,” his breath fanned over your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

You lifted the mic from your mouth before speaking, “After this game baby, I promise,” you said, your voice breathy.

He decided to torture you a little bit. He put the mic back in its place and began to suck on the sweet spot just above your collarbone. You almost moaned, but pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth to suppress it. You took a deep breath to calm your arousal but ultimately failed when he began to nip and suck at the skin on both sides of your neck leaving purplish-red love bites in his wake.

“Good game ya’, gotta go! Bye!” you rushed, turning off the game and throwing both the controller and headset onto the black beanbag in the corner of your room. Luke held your hips down when you tried to turn and face him. “Let me go, I want a kiss,” you whined, eliciting a deep chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Not yet princesa,” he ran his thumbs under the band of the boxers you wore. You were so thick you could actually fit them and it never failed to make all the blood rush to his dick. “Take these off,” he instructed. You lifted your hips and slid the underwear off. “I bet if I touched your pussy my fingers would be soaked, hm?” he said into your ear.

“Well you wouldn’t be wrong,” you shrugged, receiving a smack to your bare cunt making you buck your hips again.

“You’re in no position to be a smartass,” he growled. His hands made their way to your smooth inner thighs and touched everywhere but your needy cunt.

“Luke, please,” you breathed out and you could practically hear the grin on his face.

“Please what, princesa? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” you whined from the lack of contact where you needed it the most.

“Touch you where? Show me,” he said. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your needy pussy. The subtle contact made your eyes flutter shut. His thick fingers ran through your soaked slit. “You’re so wet, Cariño,” he praised as he kissed your neck. “You gonna be good and take my fingers?” he asked.

“Y-yes, sir,” you stumbled over your words. Soon enough one of Luke’s thick digits plunged into your weeping hole, drawing out a wanton moan from you.

“Mhm, let me hear you, baby,” he said against your neck. Luke added another finger then another and curled them inside of you, hitting your G-spot with every movement. You tried to close your legs, but Luke used his own to keep them spread. He brought his other hand around and began to circle your throbbing clit, increasing your pleasure.

Sweet moans and whimpers escaped your lips as the love of your life finger fucked you. You began to feel the heat in your abdomen grow more and more. “Luke I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered through your moans.

“Cum for me princesa— cum all over my fuckin’ hands,” he said, speeding up his movements. His words were that last nudge you needed before you fell off the cliff into a sea of pure bliss. You shouted his name and your fingernails dug into the meat of his thighs, leaving deep crescent indents in his tanned skin. As Luke continued to fuck you through your orgasm, an unfamiliar sensation shot through your abdomen. A burst of liquid shot out of you, wetting Luke’s hands and the bed. Your face burned with embarrassment and you tried to run away from the fingers still massaging your swollen cunt.

Luke was even more turned on than before.

He hummed in satisfaction and petted your clit a few times. “Turn around,” he instructed while untangling your legs. You straddled him, hovering over him so as not to put any additional pressure on your overstimulated pussy. Having none of that, Luke pulled you flush to the painful erection in his pants. You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes, and hid your face in his neck. Bringing a hand to your throat, he gave you a sloppy kiss. He smacked your bare ass and you moaned at the sting. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?” he smiled.

“I didn’t even know I could,” you admitted. He leaned in to kiss you again. “Mi amor’s a squirter,” he grinned against your lips. Then it hit him… he was the first man to ever make you squirt. As if he needed another ego boost. “I’m the first and only man who’s ever gonna make you squirt,” he growled as his grip on the sides of your throat tightened.

“Yes, you are,” you leaned in and placed another loving kiss on his lips. As you continued to kiss, Luke lifted his hips and removed his sweatpants and boxers.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he pulled his shirt from over your head and threw it somewhere on the floor. “Much better,” he grinned in satisfaction as he kissed you again. You raised your hips, taking hold of the base of his dick and lining it up with your entrance. Looking into his eyes, you sank down until the tip rested inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the stretch and you rested your forehead on his.

“You got it princesa,” he praised. His large hands found your hips and helped you move. You sank further and further down until you were flush with his pelvis. “There you go.”

You moaned as you rolled your hips. Clutching at the curls at the back of his head, you attacked his neck. Lips, teeth, and tongue left reddened skin that was sure to become darker in their wake. You kissed a trail from his collarbone to his lips.

Luke kissed you back with equal fervor, panting at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock. His hands that were on your hips migrate to the globes of your ass. His fingers grip the muscle as he moves your hips faster.

“Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” you moaned against his lips.

“Mm, I know cariño,” he cracked a cocky smile, “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Please, please!” you begged.

Flipping you onto your back, Luke pushed your knees to your chest, letting your calves rest on his shoulders. He pulled out leaving the fat tip of his cock in and plunged back into your heat. He repeated the motion, your breath catching in your throat. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

Putting all of his weight on one of his strong arms, he used his free hand to pull your lip free. “Didn’t I say I wanna hear you? Don’t start being hard headed now.” He spits on your clit, “Play with yourself for me, princesa.” You nodded, quickly obeying him. Your eyes screwed shut at the added sensation. Luke lightly slapped your face, “Uhn uhn, eyes on me.”

Through bleary eyes, you met Lukes’s pretty brown ones. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms flexed with every thrust. That familiar heat below your navel began to spread, burning hotter and hotter the more you circled your swollen clit. Luke could feel you clenching around his cock, making him work harder to fuck you deeply.

“You gonna cum hermosa?” he grunted. Your pussy had him in a vice grip and he was so close.

“Yes! Yes, m’gonna cum, baby,” you were so close.

“Go ahead, make a fucking mess.”

You gushed at his words, squirting all over his abs, your movements over your clit never ceasing. With a few more strokes, Luke came with a grunt. His cock twitched as he filled you to the brim with his spend. Luke leaned down to kiss you. You hissed at the ache in your hips when he let your legs down into a more comfortable position. He kneaded the aching flesh without pulling out or breaking the kiss.

Now a tangled mess of limbs and sweet kisses, you swipe at the dewy skin on Luke’s forehead, admiring his handsome face.

“How about you draw us a bath while I change the bed?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Deal.”

#⌁₊˚⊹ mywriting ⊹˚₊⌁#luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x black!reader #luke alvez x black reader #luke alvez x fem!reader #luke alvez x black!fem!reader #x black!reader #luke alvez smut #x black reader #x black!fem!reader #x black fem reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

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riseofamoonycake · 6 months

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Hi hellos- like hear me out on this.

Anubis loves his s/o (whether they be a human or a god, HE DOES NOT CARE) so much like not even someone who can disguse themselves (COUGH LOKI COUGH) can fool him cause doggo knows them so much especially on how they give him the cuddles, pets and etc he likes (Pretty sure this doggo of a god knows s/o's scent as well BUT THATS FOR ANOTHER ASK)

So imagine: Loki being the lil mischevious shit he his decided to try and prank on Anubis by disgusing as his S/O (who is currently doing smth important). Cue the egyptian doggo saw the imposter s/o and pounce on them excitedly until he sense something was off, Loki/imposter s/o tried to feign innocence asking if there was something wrong but Anubis started snarling and barking yelling angrily at the imposter s/o. Then his real s/o walks in and sees this and was confused as hell but Anubis quickly gets off the imposter and hugs them while sobbing in a childish manner cause he thought they got replaced (They were gone for an hour cause of a meeting)

AND.... That's it. Ending is up to you or the readers as I ran out

I just wanna share this after reading your writing about Anubis fjjahfhs (I am now Anubis trash as well. Good doggo energy is best doggo)

If It’s Not You, Not Anyone

💝Pairing: Anubis x Gn!reader

💝Warnings: suggestive

💝

No matter what may happen, what stratagem you employ and how intelligent you are: Anubis could recognize your steps, heartbeats, smell, even the rhythm of your breathing, among thousands of people and miles away, and without even concentrating. He has spent too much time at your side and at your feet, courting you, playing with you, laughing and teasing you in every possible way imaginable, that he has not become so attached to you, his tender, gentle and calm lover, that he doesn’t know how to live without them. No one smiles with the same sweetness and tranquility as you, and at the same time knows how to put a stop to the chaos when it becomes too much, becoming even severe; no one caresses with the same warmth and abandons themself to his cuddles, even when these are too intense and become scratches; and no one moans and screams as much as you do when his tongue explores you, only to be followed by expert fangs with which marking you.

Therefore, you would never have any possibility of hiding anything from him, even for fun; and if you know this well, there are those who are completely unaware of it.

For this reason, when today Anubis saw you enter the house that you have shared for years and immediately ran to you for the hugs and kisses that can never be missed, the god suddenly stopped, scrutinizing the figure in front of him with a suddenly pale face. and a restless shadow that immediately descends upon it; he didn’t react when you smiled at him, calling him sweetly and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and another on the nose, nor did he reply when you tickled him under the chin and squeezed his cheeks; instead, he sniffed your hand, licked it quickly, and immediately drew back with a half-bark, baring his canines while, if possible, the claws on his hands and feet became even longer and more arched, and he assumed an attack position that would have worried even fearless warriors.

… Because, whoever that person is and whatever the reason why he or she is physically the same as you, in truth it is not you.

«… Huh? Honey, is something wrong?»

Anubis didn’t respond immediately, continuing to stare at your simulacrum with anger, fear and confusion at the same time, and after a few moments he shouted: «Who are you?»

«But… love, is everything okay? Do you not recognize me? It’s me!»

The god shook his head, baring his teeth even more at the surprised expression of the other part, then his tone of voice raised: «I’m not crazy! I could recognize my love anywhere, and you are not Y/N! Who are you? Who are you? What did you do to Y/N? Speak, or I’ll make you spit it all out in bites!» And without even waiting, the god threw himself at the figure, forcing it to flee through the rooms of the house, pursued relentlessly. «Tell me! What happened to Y/N? Why did you take Y/N form? TELL ME!»

The chaos that Anubis unleashed then and still unleashes is audible everywhere, no one within a few kilometers is immune to his screams; but luckily for the entire house and also for those who have decided to target both of you and take on your appearance, just when the worst is about to happen, the door opens and you, the real you, enter the house, disturbed by the cries of the god. «Treasure? I’m back… what’s happening?»

You don’t even have time to finish speaking before Anubis comes tumbling towards you and throws himself into your arms crying like a desperate man, hugging your waist and hiding his face inside your chest. «Y/N! BUUUUAHHHH, IT’S YOU! IT’S REALLY YOU!»

«Awwww, silly, who did you think I was?» You hug Anubis warmly and rub your nose against his forehead, then lift your face to look at him, your adorable puppy. «Can you explain to me what’s happening? Are you hurt?»

Anubis sniffs like a child, looking at you with big eyes full of adoration and relief, and then turns his head and fixes his gaze on a corner of the room, starting to growl menacingly.

You follow his eyes, and notice a figure exactly like you huddled against the wall, scared of Anubis’ reaction ― or so it seems. You remain silent for a moment, studying your lookalike, then you snort slightly, narrowing your eyes, and pat your lover’s head as you smile. «That’s why you weren’t at the meeting! Then you have to explain to your uncle the reason why you were absent, unless I have to tell him something in advance. You had a rough time… didn’t you, Loki?»

With a laugh, the body of your copy mutates and changes shape, and after a few moments in its place is the God of Deception, who floats in the air and winks in your direction, showing off his most mischievous expression and also the long tongue. «Not at all, sweet Y/N, not at all! I know Nubby would never bite me, you were just joking, weren’t you, Nubby?»

You giggle when you hear Anubis explode and bark an insult so flowery it would make anyone blush, so you stroke Anubis’ braid and scratch the back of his neck with your nails. «Oh, really, Loki? Okay, so why don’t you come closer? Feel free to stay for dinner with us⁓»

«I would, sweetie, but unlike you, I’m a very busy god, the fun never stops⁓⁓ so I think I’ll leave you to your guard dog.»

You raise an eyebrow, unbothered, and cross your arms over your chest, grinning sarcastically. «Ah-ha. Be careful not to bite your tongue while speaking, or you risk dying of your own poison. Not that seeing you writhing in agony isn’t a fun scene, right, my love?»

Loki grimaces in annoyance and mockery, then looks away. «And to think that you should be the sweet part of the couple…», he comments in a low voice, and then waves his hand and takes leave of you, «well, take care of me. Boring…»

«Good evening to you, Loki! Choose better who to deceive, next time!», you reply while waving both arms in greeting, then dedicating all your attention to Anubis, crouched at your feet and contemplating you. «And you, are you still scared?», you murmur sweetly, kneeling in front of him and welcoming him into your arms.

«Yes», Anubis replies, pressing himself against your body and hugging your neck as you lift him up and carry him to the bedroom. He gets your kisses covering his whole face, then stops you: «You don’t… you don’t want to punish Loki. Don’t you want revenge?», he asks you, peering into your soul with his big golden eyes.

You smile, then rub your nose and cheeks against his. «And waste time chasing that scoundrel when I can dedicate myself entirely to my faithful and tender Anubis? I wouldn’t say so⁓» You freeze, then the smile turns into a grin. «But, if that’s what you want, I…»

«NO! STAY HERE!» Anubis is so quick to grab you and bury his head in your lap that you can’t help but burst out laughing, so you massage his shoulders and then hug him tightly, your eyes shining with the love you feel. «Don’t worry, darling, I’m not going anywhere! There’s someone who needs my cuddles⁓», you murmur in his ear, while you feel his hands becoming bolder and clinging to your hips, and then moving down towards your inner thighs. Surely, for a few hours if not more, Loki will not be in your thoughts…

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #ror loki #snv loki #shuumatsu no valkyrie loki #record of ragnarok loki #record of ragnarok anubis #ror anubis #snv anubis #shuumatsu no valkyrie anubis

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imagine-silk · 2 months

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May I request something with Nick? Like, Sole was a detective who worked with the Nick who Nick was based off of? So Nick would definitely be surprised to see Sole. I could kinda see that perhaps this could cause a bit of inner conflict with Nick too. Thank you for considering my request, hun!

》I need to learn how to make dividers. If any of you know how to make them let me know. (oh my god I never knew I liked to be called 'hun' (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝))

Nick back then was different for obvious reasons. The war was still going on but it was still not a lost cause, and he didn't encounter it day to day by force but by choice. He was married to Jenny, the girl of his dreams that he always thought was out of his league. His identity was unquestioned and never in doubt and he never had a problem with his body. He was happy with his life.

You had a huge influence on him. When he met you he was just barely out of his cop uniform and getting used to wearing what he wanted. You were the one he was assigned to to learn the ropes. Something you weren't very happy about in the beginning but you were never mad at him, he wasn't the one to make the call. So you showed him what you did and taught him what you knew at the time.

From the start he wanted to make a good impression and was very eager to please. It took a second for him to calm it down. He still admired you. After his tutelage was done neither of you asked for a change. It was silently agreed you were partners, no talk needed.

You were there when he scanned his brain. It was for college students and their studies. You told him it was strange and to think twice about it but he laughed and said it was for science. That's the last memory he had when he woke up in the trash.

While he was adjusting he stumbled a lot. Then when he was welcomed into Diamond city and given his agency he tried to take hold of his life. The way he did was to pretend like he was you, to do what you would do, to take authority and be the one in charge. Over the years he changed. After a lot of reflection he realized you wouldn't have wanted that, you didn't want him to be you. You would want him to be the best version of himself. So he strive to be the person you saw in him.

Time stopped for him when you saved him in the vault. He felt so many different things. And he saw your confusion. You were under the impression he survived like you did, because no one told you he was a synth. Neither of you remember who said you should get moving but one of you did.

At the agency you asked your companion to wait outside for this reunion. "Nicki." A nickname you always called him by fondly. "You do remember me, right?"

What was he supposed to do, lie to you? But that was the problem. How much of him was a lie? He tried to explain but that made him think in circle. He did remember you but he wasn't yours, he wasn't who you remembered. He wasn't Nick. But he did know you. He still wanted to please you. He wanted you to see what he made of himself and tell him he did good. But you weren't his to claim because he wasn't Nick. But he was. He was Nick and there was no running away from that.

You hushed him, "It's okay. If you want to go back to us we'll do that. If you want me to be a stranger we can do that. I'll go at your pace. No matter if you're my Nick or your own. And if you never want to see or speak to me again I'll leave after we find Shaun." Again you put the ball in his court, just like he remembered. And he knew whatever he said you would pick the ball up and play the game with his rules.

"I'm not him. I'm not. But I want to be with you again." It was all so much. He knew you but you didn't know him. Somehow you knew exactly what he meant; I want you to know the me now.

He never really thought about how much he missed you in the last couple of years but now that you were here it was kind of embarrassing. You hired him to help you but he still looked up to you. It felt like he was hired help instead of a private eye. Every step of the way you smiled and told him he was doing a good job.

Throughout your time together you bond. It's different but familiar, it's built on what you had and became what was new.

He actually held Shaun once. He actually held him several times but he only remembered the first. This was personal for him too. The child of his best friend.

He was so confused when you came back through the telepad without Shaun. He followed you when you stormed away to your house and saw your break down. "I lost everything. Every fucking thing! My world, my wife, my partner, and now my son. What am I here for? Who do I need to kill-" You stopped when you saw his face and realized what you said. "That's not what I meant. Nicki. Nick!" You called out but he was out the door.

There he was hiding in his office like he did after your first fight on the job. But that was the problem wasn't it, he wasn't the one you upset at the time. Of course you knew he was hiding there and showed up. He didn't stop you when you sat down next to him. "Do you remember-"

"I probably do." It was bitter and pointed but you continued.

"Not like that. Yesterday I said 'tomorrow this will all be over'. And you said?"

"'It's not over until the fat lady sings'."

You chuckled, smiled, like nothing was wrong. You were so good at that. "That was the first time I'd ever heard that. You, Nick, never said that. It surprised me. What a weird saying. You're not Nick, I know that. I lost him. But I have you."

You'd just found out you lost everything from before the war and here he was being selfish, having the gall to need reassurance from you. The sweet thing was he knew you would tell him that was a stupid thought and you'd always have time for him no matter how silly. "You do have me." Like that he tilted and put his head on your shoulder.

#ask and you shall receive #fallout 4 #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #gender neutral reader #nick valentine #i leaned into using nate but it can be nora

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jmvore · 6 months

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mr. lover | wild thought(s) drabble [r1]

↳ SYNOPSIS › a little peace and quiet with your baby boy. » warning(s) › feeding Jimin strawberries, jimin getting horny from rubs, & Jimin falling asleep on you (nothing severe), touching genitals? idk what to call it but jimin humps you lol, loads of kissing (because who wouldn't want to kiss Jimin?), biting, a little foodplay. » pairing(s) › jimin x reader » word(s) › 800+ (it's a small one) » song playing › say yes by floetry » note(s) › so, this was supposed to be apart of a request but i couldn't figure out where to put it so i decided to make it, it's own drabble. it's barely edited sooo if it doesn't make sense, sorry lol. any pamper your baby boy! enjoy and

thank you for reading! & remember: you nice, keep going.❤️

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“Open up sweetheart.”

You gently stroke his chin, watching him close his eyes and open his mouth. The strawberry dipped in melted chocolate is brought to his lips for him to taste.

"Bite, Petal." He does he is told, moaning at the taste before running his tongue over his lips. He grabs your hand after discarding the stem in the trash as he licks the juice and extra chocolate off your fingers. "You're going to start something if you keep this up."

"I hope so." He giggles when you smirk, throwing his arm around your neck to try and unwind. There's a beat of silence. You welcome it, giving him the stress-free atmosphere he needs and playing with his hair. You run your fingers through it to hear him purr like a kitten. He loves it when you gently scratch his scalp. Pamper him like a princess while lovingly kissing his forehead and telling him you love him.

If he's being honest, it's his favorite pass time. Especially when neither of you have much going on and you can simply lay in each others arms.

Jimin yawns, melting deeper into your caressing. From the looks of it, you know he's going to fall asleep soon.

“How do you feel?”

“Better. Relaxed.” He grins, leaning up to press his body on top of yours. Only to cause you to fall backward. He giggles and you can't help but return the sentiment as he nuzzles his face in your neck and plants kisses all over your collarbones. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart." You stop him but he whines in retaliation. You know he's going to regret not going to sleep at his normal time. "Baby, it's almost three am. You need to sleep."

"I don't wanna."

"Jimin-" He cuts you off with a kiss before going back to kissing your jawline. You let the covers slip from your body, pulling closer to give his thigh a squeezes.

“I love you.”

“And I love you, sweetheart. Sleep.” You lean forward and kiss the top of his head as he lets out another giggle but this one actually makes you coo. "Baby..."

"No sleep. I just wanna stay up with you." He says playfully while he snuggles into your chest while throwing his arms around your middle. For a moment, you believe him to be asleep until he rises from the position he’s in and glances at your lips before looking you straight in the eyes and smirking.

“Kiss me again.” It's not a question nor was it a request.

You smirk once you realize it, placing your finger underneath his chin and pressing your lips against his like he demanded. Of course, that’s not enough. At least, for Jimin. He closes his eyes the moment you thread your fingers through his hair to pull at the tips of it as he moans, mostly sounding like a purr.

“You’re going to start something-”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” Jimin grins against your lips before going back to kissing you. He pushes his tongue into your mouth but quickly loses control as he melts into your arms. He knows it’s doing something to you, the way you’re moaning and rutting against him. He loves the way you're so fucking into him and if this doesn't work out, he doesn't know if he’ll recover from how well you take care of him.

Shit, what if it doesn’t though… He doesn’t want to start over-

“No thinking.” You get him to look at you as you shake your head. You felt it the moment the kiss weakened. “Whatever it is. It’s not important right now.”

Your hands trail down his back to round his ass to get him to grind against your leg before giving it a smack. You squeeze and kneed it for his comfort before moving so he's laying on top of you.

"C'mere." You sound so fucking sexy and it has Jimin whimpering in return. "Look what you've done."

You bring his hand down to you cunt, letting him run his finger through your lips to see how wet you are. His eyes follow before looking up to you and meeting yours.

"You wanna play?" He nods but you shake your head. "Words, Petal."

"I-I wanna p-play with you. Yes."

His other hand goes to grab your breast, leaning down to roll his tongue around your nipple. Though just as quick as he was to start, you stop him by bringing him face to face.

"I wanna touch you."

"Do you?"

He nods, groaning when you nip at his bottom lip to pull it toward you. Rutting against you as his cock slides against your wet pussy. You softly moan the moment his hips fallen into a rhythm, not wanting to stop him because with how hard he is and how wet you are, it feels way too good to stop. Especially when he his cock presses against your clit.

“I’m gonna cum…” He whines as you grip his ass harder to get him to rut faster.

“Good. Cum for me, Petal.”

Jimin grips your shoulders to the point you know it’s probably going to leave a bruise. You don’t care, you’re more concerned with him cumming than anything else.

“Keep going, baby.”

“I’m gonna cum…” He whimpers again, face falling into the crook of your neck as he throws his arms around it. “C-Close…”

“Cum, baby. C’mon.”

“Ah! Ah!” His nails dig into the bed as he hangs his head in pleasure. He shudders through a chill. His hips stuttering the moment he catches his bearings. You reach up to caress the side of his face as he leans into it with a dopey grin.

“How do you feel now, Petal?"

Jimin collapses onto your chest with a deep sigh. As he lays there, you realize you’re going to have to coax him back from his head space.

"Baby?”

"’m 'kay…’ Jimin grins, snuggling his face into your neck. “I feel good.”

You hold him by his waist before rubbing up and down his back to get him to calm down.

"Wanna lay down?’

“Please.”

You maneuver him to the bed, getting him to lay on his front but he shakes his head. Before you can ask what’s wrong, he motions for you to join him.

“It helps.”

You nod, laying on your back, you pull him into your arms as you begin to trace the moons going down his back.

“Feeling better, baby?”

"Y-Yes.” He leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips as you both smile into it. “Thank you.”

You notice he’s starting to nod off, his head lolling about once you get him to stay still in your arms.

"Sleep?"

“Sleep baby. I’ll be right here, Petal.’

Jimin hums as you place a kiss on his forehead and you can’t help but admire your baby. Hugging him tighter, not wanting to let go.

”I love you,” You whisper, knowing it’s most likely the last thing he heard as he begins to drift off into dreamland.

#jimin x reader #sub bts #sub jimin #jimin fanfic #jimin scenarios #jimin x you #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fic #jmvore #bts x reader #bts x you #sub!bts #sub!jimin

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perplexedflower · 6 years

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Waking Up With The Shield - 3/3: Rain On Your Pillow

Fandom: WWE.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Roman Reigns x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 1,071.

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As I listened to the sound of the rain pouring against the bedroom window, I peacefully awoke to the feeling of a gentle touch on my skin, a touch I very well knew the origin of; I decided to keep my eyes closed, making this pleasant sensation last, even if just for a little longer. Then, after a few minutes had passed, minutes of silence broken by the wind and rain, I slowly opened them. And when I did, my gaze landed on Roman, his face leaning close to mine, his tender lips kissing my cheeks, my chin, my neck, in a soft and delicate manner. While his mouth traveled across my face, his smooth beard caressed my skin in such a way that it sent shivers all the way down my spine.

Although I was now awake, I willingly kept my body still, not moving, leading him to believe I was still asleep. However, he eventually stopped kissing me and looked up at me, only to see my eyes open.

"Good morning, precious." He said with the most affectionate of smiles.

"Good morning, honey." I said in return.

We exchanged a delicate kiss, after which Roman slipped his arms around my body and pulled me against him, holding me tight; as he did so, I turned my head to the window, watching the rain fall against the glass loudly.

"Trash weather today, right?" He asked rhetorically when he noticed where my eyes were looking.

"Yeah... I really don't like when the sky is so gray, when there's so much wind and rain..."

This made him chuckle, a soft and genuine laugh that was accompanied by a caress on my cheek by his thumb, while his other hand began to play with my hair affectionately.

"Well, I personally like it. 'Cause without it, there'd be no reason for me to be here, watching over you and keeping you cozy through it all."

The wholesomeness of his words made my cheeks blush and I instinctively tucked my head in the crook of his neck, my face partly on his bare chest.

Roman always cares so much for me... I thought to myself, my eyes staring into nothingness. Whenever he opens his eyes before me in the morning, he always makes sure to wake me up with kisses, to ensure my day starts on a tender, loving note...

Though my mind was swirling with thoughts, I remained silent and did not utter a single word, only listening to both the rain and his breathing above my head; I sighed a deep exhale through my mouth as my fingers traced his arm, my eyes still closed.

"... Is everything all right, darling?" He softly asked me, having noticed the look on my face.

"Yeah, yeah..." I started with a brief nod. "It's just... This is going to sound ridiculous to you, but... It's still so hard for me to believe that your strong arms, your sweet lips, your wholesome words... They're all for me, and me only."

For a second, Roman did not react, until he put the palms of his hands on my shoulders and placed my head in front of his so that he could look at me, so that I could see the concerned expression on his face.

"... Am I really deserving of it all?" I asked in a broken, quiet voice.

"[Y/N], don't ask yourself such a question, please..." He replied in a voice equally as broken. "You can trust me when I say these arms couldn't have found a better body to be around than yours."

His words were so utterly sweet, so utterly sincere, they almost made me tear up, so I turned my head to the side instead, back to the window, to the outside world.

"Thank you, love." I told him in a whisper. "... It's probably nothing, just the weather making me all moody."

"Do you want me to go outside and ask the rain to stop falling for you?" He asked playfully as he rested his chin on one of my shoulders.

I could not suppress a smile upon hearing his question, his silliness already starting to cheer me up.

"No, but in all seriousness, sweetheart, please, don't worry so much about things like this." He continued, regaining some semblance of a serious attitude. "There's no need for you to wonder whether you're worthy of me or not: I love you, wholly, and I love to be with you, like I am right now, and I love to have breakfast with you every morning, and I love to go out with you every day. You're my motivation to open my eyes and get up in the morning, because I know that when I do, you're there, beside me. And you are deserving of it all, because I've chosen you to be."

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I listened to Roman, a tear he gently wiped from my skin with his thumb: I could tell, by the genuine love in his voice that each and every single one of the words he had spoken were true, that he truly meant them, and that simply melted my heart down to my core.

"... Thank you, Roman." I said softly after a moment of quietness, my lips shaped into a shy smile.

He smiled back at me before he pulled me into his embrace once more, and while one of his hands was now wrapped securely around my waist, the other started to trace my back with its fingers, ever so gently, spreading goosebumps over my skin.

"Are you feeling any better, now?" He asked me in a caring tone. "If not, my offer to go shout at the rain still stands, you know."

"Yes, I am." I answered with a chuckle. "Don't worry, love, there's no need for you to go outside just yet. In fact, I want to keep you right here, with me..."

Outside the window, the storm was far from reaching its end, even though it had calmed down by a little; in fact, the rain continued to pour throughout the entire morning. So, Roman and I decided to stay in bed, for as long as we wanted to, neither of us focusing on any bad thoughts, and only on what was truly important to both of us at that moment: being happy in the arms of the one we loved most.

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x you #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfictions #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns one shots #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns imagines #wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfictions #wwe one shot #wwe one shots #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #the shield #female reader #perplexedflower

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animewhoree2 · 1 year

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MW2 Boys & Their Kinks

mmmm. yea. that's it. female reader bc i love boobs, but do lmk if anyone wants any other kind of reader i'm open to that!! i wanted this to be better but its kind of trash because your girl doesnt know how to write snippets.

i’m down to write a part 2 just lmk ig?

length: 1k

content warning: knife play!, daddy kink!, bondage!, choking, p-in-v (duh), grinding, riding, dominant reader in rudy's section, slight exhibitionism(?), car sex... hehe

spanish translations: "dilo de nuevo"- say it again

Simon "GHOST" Riley

mans is into knife play

cannot change my mind

definitely was scared to bring it up because he didn't want to scare you away

was utterly shocked when you got excited

it's not an everyday practice but you both do it every now and again

i know damn well if he ever cuts any clothes off he'll immediately say "i'll buy you a new one"

"Simon-" You groaned after he sliced through your panties. He rolled his eyes before diving in, your brain quickly forgetting about the destroyed article of clothing.

He was lapping at your pussy, eating you out like he's never had anything so good in his life. The mask was barely off as he had just gotten home, so you struggled to grab onto something. Your hands fisted the bedsheets while your back arched off the mattress.

"I'm close-" You whispered before he pulled away leaving you whining. He pulled his combat knife out of his pocket, putting the dull side to your neck.

"Good girls don't complain when they're about to get fucked," He said roughly, only pulling his pants down far enough to get his cock out. You nodded against the blade, feeling yourself get wetter. He pushed in slowly, causing him to groan. You bit your lip, throwing your head back at the feeling.

"Careful sweetheart, don't wanna cut yourself." He snickered before deliviering a hard thrust.

Johnny "SOAP" MacTavish

not full-on exhibitionist but has tendencies

likes everyone to know your his

everyone knows you're off limits but like-

will give you hickies and hide all ur makeup and make sure you can't cover them up if you wanted to

definitely makes you scream so everyone can hear

You, Johnny, and the task force were out for drinks. It was supposed to be a night in but last minute the boys wanted to go out and poor Johnny could have one too many sometimes. But you were planning to get your brains fucked out until it was late as hell and you were sitting in a booth bored out of your mind. You loved seeing him have fun but you also wanted your time with him. And you were extremely horny. He was busy all week, leaving you by yourself, which after him, was hard to finish the job. He had his phone in front of him while chatting about something with the guys, so you shot him a text.

I'm horny.

That's all you said. All you needed to say, actually. Because he looked down and immediately looked at you, with a raised eyebrow. You gave him puppy dog eyes to try and persuade him, and that's exactly what you did.

"S'cuse me lads, gotta take care of something really quick," He winked at them before grabbing your wrist and leading you out to the car. You were in the backseat, making out in no time, as he slid your jeans off far enough. You unbuckled his pants, stroking his cock as soon as you could get your hands inside his boxers.

"'m sorry, didn't even cross my mind. I'll make it up to you," He whispered, breaking away from the kiss. He kissed down your neck before pushing you back so he could be between your thighs.

Let's just say it was not "really quick". The whole squad stared at the fogged-up car when they left the bar, placing bets on what went down.

Alejandro "DADDY" Vargas (thats all i got)

daddy kink 110%

also would love you tied up?

begging him?

"please daddy please"

bye

deceased

You guys were at some fancy banquet to get intel. So naturally, Alejandro wore a suit and you wore an evening dress. With a slit. That showed off cleavage. You just looked so gorgeous it was hard for him to remember why you both were here.

But a couple hours later, your wrists were tied to the hotel bed frame with his tie from tonight as he stood over you. He had just stopped going down on you after you came three times. You were already losing your mind, your brain practically mush. He wasn't much older than you but something in you just made it slip out.

"You ready princessa?"

"Yes daddy," He paused, dick in hand, right at your entrance before slowly looking up at you.

"Dilo de nuevo." He said firmly. You just looked up at him, through your lidded eyes, already fucked out,

"Please, fuck me daddy," You practically whined out. If you had any sense of self left you might be embarassed. But he groaned and thrust into you hard when he heard that fall from your lips.

Rodolfo "RUDY" Parra

you can't tell me this man isn't a full on switch

like he can be firm with you but some days...

he just wants to be the little bottom baby he is

and we love that

we love a man who lets his partner TREAT HIM RIGHT!!!

he loves praise too...

"Who's my good boy?" You asked, pausing from the rocking of your hips to grab his chin and lean down. His expression was unforgetable and his noises egged you on. He nodded, trying to find the words.

"Words honey, I need to hear you." You said softly, kissing down his neck.

"M-me. I am. I'm your good boy-" He stuttered. You could tell edging him all night was taking a toll on him. But you couldn't help it. His whines and moans had you dripping.

You picked up your pace again, bouncing on his cock while your hands held on to his shoulders. You could tell he was becoming impatient with the way his hips would buck into yours.

"You close?" He nodded again, trying to speak but only moaning instead. You leaned down and nibbled on his ear before telling him to cum inside you. His eyes shot open and looked at you with bewilderment. You continued your rapid pace, while he was still trying to process what you said. But you felt his dick twitch and you smiled to yourself before he painted your walls white.

#call of duty smut #mw2 smut #ghost x reader #soap x reader #alejandro x reader #rudy x reader

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twstbookclub · 5 months

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A Meeting Towards Forever

Summary: You and Lilia have been together for months already, almost a year, and he told you about his son wanting to meet "this person", so he brings you to his home to meet his son. POV: 2nd Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge, Romance, Slight comedy, Meeting Silver for the first time, child Silver, yes I wrote about Silver being a little 3 year old Word count: 1,102

Lilia was getting his home ready as best as he could for a special day out. His little son, SIlver, was trying his best to help out, too: making sure pieces of trash were picked up by his small, chubby hands. The child was barely a toddler, yet very obedient and excited to meet this person that his father would tell him about. His son looked his best—Lilia made sure of that—wanting to make a good first impression.

“Father, look.”

Silver speaking and pointing caught Lilia’s attention, and he noticed you coming down the path toward his home. You were on time, but he still wasn’t ready. You were visiting his home and meeting his son for the first time. Lilia quickly jumped and went off to put away the cleaning supplies.

The child watched his son panic and ran quickly to his room before Lilia could notice. Before they knew it, you were knocking at the door with a nervous smile. Your heart was racing faster than the speed of light since you made your way to his house. Your hands were full with a picnic basket and a blanket, and you wondered if you brought enough.

Your thoughts were cut off by the door slowly opening, and you saw Lilia standing right in front of you with his usual smile. “You’re here. Was it a long trip?

“Not at all. I enjoyed the stroll, plus the bonus of being greeted by you.” Your playful tone made him laugh, and he let you in shortly after. You would look around, curious as to where his son was, until your eyes caught a glimpse of a silver hairlock sticking out from behind the couch.

“Oh? What is that…?” You walked slowly but stopped when there was a good distance. You squatted down and saw the child peeking out. His unique eyes dilated at the sight of you. Lilia stood beside you and watched the whole interaction with a smile. It was nice seeing you being so kind to his son.

The child suddenly ran behind his father’s leg, wanting to hide, but the sight only made you smile more. Lilia looked at Silver and gave him a pat on the head.

“Don’t be rude. Introduce yourself,” Lilia told the boy carefully. The child only came out enough to bow his head politely.

“H-hello… I’m Silver. It is nice to meet you.”

His voice made your heart melt, instantly causing you to smile and laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, Silver.”

You look at Lilia for a moment before leaning closer, whispering, “Is he a good dad?”

Silver’s eyes would light up and he nodded, then he ran off, leaving you and Lilia alone. “I can tell that you like him already,” Lilia suddenly spoke while staring at the direction that his child ran off to, which made you stand up and look at him.

“He’s a good kid. I’m happy to have adopted him.”

You smiled at Lilia and slowly took his hand in yours. “You’re doing a good job. You’re raising him as best as you can.”

He could feel how genuine you are, all the while hearing the love that you also have for Silver already. Lilia could only nod and go with you to find a good spot for your planned picnic.

Watching Silver play with the flowers in the field while Lilia was teaching him new words, was a sight that one could melt from. The small child enjoyed all of your food, thankful you made more human-like and edible food.

“Father doesn’t cook well,” said the child while taking a bite out of a piece of bread.

Lilia sat frozen with a hurt look on his face, looking like this soul left his body at that moment. “S-Silver…”

“Will you cook for us more?” Silver asked with his calm expression, not letting go of his food while looking at you. You looked at Lilia, who just lost his dignity, then laughed and nodded at the child.

“Of course, I can, but how are you so sure that your dad wants me to be here so much?”

“Oh—it’s okay!” The child said then ran into the house behind him, then came out after some seconds with a long, black box. Lilia perked up with wide eyes, the life finally back in his soul, and his voice grew in pitch.

“Silver, where did you get that?!”

“Father got this for you but didn’t know how to一” Silver spoke with excitement before his father covered his mouth in a panic. He handed the box to you while Lilia tried to take it back, yet the small child was quicker. You took it with surprise and opened it, seeing a gold chain with a few charms hung on the small loops.

You were surprised and Lilia just looked crushed by his son’s surprise betrayal. You laughed, and he looked at you with surprise. It took you a few seconds to control yourself.

“I’m—haha, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect this. It’s a beautiful necklace, believe me, and I would love to accept it.”

Lilia slowly relaxed, and Silver pushed his way to climb onto you, clinging to your arm with an aloof face. Although, his excitement was palpable in how he gripped your arm. “Father, can we have more days like this? I wanna keep this person!”

“Silver, we can’t keep them!” Lilia said calmly and tried to pull his son away, even surprised at this behavior. The child didn’t want to let go, even after getting pulled. You carefully held the small boy and ruffled his hair before looking at Lilia.

“What’s the problem with keeping me? I never said I wanted to be let go,” you said with a smile and a slight tilt of your head. The child in your arms was getting comfortable on your lap, while he grabbed a piece of fruit to munch on.

You let out a laugh as Lilia looked surprised by your words, but your attention shifted to the cute child who now had slightly stained hands and cheeks.

Lilia stayed quiet as the sight of you and Silver made his heart swell. Seeing how comfortable his son was when it was his first time meeting you—how natural you looked while holding him just felt right. He couldn’t help but smile due to how heartwarming just the thought of having you with him. Not only as a lover but as the other missing parent to his kind son.

“Alright, alright… We’ll take you in. I don’t want to let you go either.”

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awfullordhenry · 2 months

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Caught Ya Doc! (Scout x Medic) (Giant/Tiny) (Chapter 1)

It was a typical day for the RED Scout and his teammates. He is the youngest and fastest of all of the team. Scout suffers from need for attention that cause others to be annoyed at presence, partimilarly in the case of his that his deserves special treaneat, as demonstzated by the constant denand of "a dispenser here." He is incredibly narcissistic and vain in himself, which leads to him having a very big ego. He loves to taunt and mock his enemies and even insult them in the most offensive and vile ways, making the Scout look more like a bully and a douchebag.

One day, Scout was playing with his Sandman baseball bat. He felt a small, thin, sharp pain in his finger. He had a splinter that made him scream. He ran toward the Medic and begged him for his splinter to go away.

Medic got annoyed and ignored him. Scout gets really angry and says, " YO, WHY DID YA STOP HEALING ME?!". Medic responded with, "Listen Scout, I'm sick and tired of you begging me to heal you despite you being the fastest one in zhis team! I think you need to help on your own." Scout stormed off from Medic's presence. He ran into his room and covered himself in his pillow, and cried because the splinter was too painful to bare.

His room was disorganized and littered with clothes and trash, but not to the point of hordering. On the walls were covered with posers comic book heros, baseball stars, and pin ups of women. His nightstand has a bottle of questionable white stuff sitting on top of it as well as a magazine with semi-nude models. He then thought up a sadistic plan to get revenge on Medic.

Meanwhile, Medic is doing a medical check-up with Heavy. Heavy was concerned about what he did to Scout. "Heavy thinks doktor is being too hatsh to lettle Scout," he said. "Oh, come on, Heavy, you know Scout is a pain in the ass all zhe time."Heavy still thinks you need to make a mince to lettle Scout."

"Okey, fine, but if I'm not satisfied, I vill not change my mind." Medic left his office after his checkup. He entered Scout's room, only to find out that he's nowhere to be seen. He called out his name a few times.

"Come on, Scout, I don't have time for zhis," Medic said before Scout lunges for his closet and shoots with a strange looking gun. It shrinks the Medic down to five inches. Medic was caught off guard before looking up and seeing a giant that looked like Scout smiling at him. Medic screamed as he ran into cover.

However, Scout is fast enough to scoop Medic in time. He holds Medic by his coat with his index finger and thumb. "SCOUT, VHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!" Medic screamed. "Duh, I've shrink ya. What are ya, stupid?". "YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN BIG TROUBLE VHEN ZHE ADMIN -".

Scout dangled Medic by his leg, which freaked him out even more. "I don't give a crap. All it matters is that YOU DIDN'T FRICKING HEAL ME!". "OKEY FINE, ONLY IF YOU PUT ME DOWN AND I VILL FIX YOUR SPLINTER!". Scout accepted his offer and looked for a safe place to place Medic. He placed him on his bed.

Medic reached for his pocket and pulled out a banaid and said "alright, let me see your finger." Scout showed him his splinter. Medic removed the tiny piece of wood, causing Scout to whimper . His finger is bleeding, which Medic covered it with the banaid. "Thanks, doc!" Scout said.

"Now, can I get back to normal size?" Medic ask. "Nah, I'm keeping ya small, weak, and cu -". Scout caught off sentence when he covered his mouth, surprised by what he had said. Medic was confused by his response. "Vhat, did you just say?".

Scout was silent for a moment before Medic asked, "I'm asking you a question. Vhat, did you just say-". "You're so cute..." Scout mumbled while his face grows a slight pink color. Medic noticed his face turning pink. "Oh my God, you are blushing!" "Shut up, I'm not in love with you or anything.".

"Yes, you are Scout. It's a common response in many romantic or emotionally charged scenarios" Medic explained. "Well, if I'm so in love with ya, we would be doing it right now." Scout responded with a slight smile. "Vell zhat's not going to happen because I'm already taken." Scout grew a grimace on his face upon discovering this new information. "How come you don't like me? I'm the hottest man alive!" Scout responded while flexing his arms.

"Let's just get some rest. It's getting late." Medic responded while yawning. He took off his coat and gloves while Scout took his hat and shirt. Medic was just idling at Scout's unclothed chest. He thought how strangely attractive he was.

Scout caught Medic staring right at him. "Hey, are you alright?" Scout said. Medic snaps out of it as Scout poked him. "Are you really going to sleep like vhat?" Medic asked. "Panjamas are so overrated. I always sleep like this!" Scout responded. He crawled into bed while Medic was making himself comfortable in the giant bed by covering himself with a small portion of the blanket

Scout noticed him and gently picked him up. He placed Medic on top of his bare chest. Medic was flattered by the smoothness of his chest. "Oh my God, your chest is so smooth!" He said while massaging Scout's chest. Scout reached his hand towards him and pinned him to his chest and said, "Gotcha!"

He chuckled while he teased Medic. "Go to sleep, little guy~" he said while he grabbed the covers over the both of them. Medic was relaxed with Scout's hand on his back. He then fell asleep while Scout softly striched his head. He dosed off and slept for the night.

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steponmeinejghafa · 8 months

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Little Crow Pt. 4

Summary: What started as a good day goes south to the point where you display "concerning" behavious on the playground, which leads your principal to call your parents to school.

Your age: 10

Six of Crows x fem!child!reader

Note: Pretend Pekka still lives in Ketterdam, and never moved far far away.

Taglist: @winstonthecow22 , @ell0ra-br3kk3r , @trashmouthsahra , @myheartfollower

Warnings: Blood, mentions of sharp objects, prejudices, fighting, yelling, arguments

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You sat at the breakfast table with Wylan, who was helping you with your math homework a little bit last-minute. While he taught you how to multiply decimals, you wolfed down your toast and eggs which Nina made for you.

"So, you think of the times tables while you do these, okay?" Wylan explained, when Kaz emerged out of nowhere.

"Come on, little crow," he said. "Or you'll be late."

You hastily put your math in your bag, gave Wylan a big hug and a 'thank you', before bidding everyone goodbye and following your father out.

"Papa, guess what?" You asked excitedly while he sat in the carriage beside you.

"What, little crow?" He asked, not bothering to feign any interest as you both stepped out of the carriage, with him holding your hand as you crossed the street.

"I might get top marks in my tests this week!" You grinned. "Uncle Wylan helped me with my Math and a bit of Science, and Auntie Nej did Social Studies with me, and Auntie Nina did the rest of Science! I'm super confident in class and no one, not even Sofiya Reznik could answer the questions the teacher asked us!"

"Reznik is the girl who's father is a professor, isn't it?" He asked. "I'm proud of you, Y/n."

"I need to go now, Papa," you said, nodding at his hand which was clutching yours tightly.

"Alright," he sighed. "But remember: never start a fight, always be the one to finish it, and please stay far away from Alby Rollins. I don't need Pekka breathing down my neck if you hurt the boy."

"I'm making no promises," you grinned and leaned against his side a little. "I've got this."

"Have a good day, little crow," he smiled slightly, letting go of you. Excited, you skipped in past the gates, running to greet your friends.

Kaz's skin prickled as he saw the children bustling about in the schoolyard. Almost all of them were mercher's children, and he knew they lived on the far richer side of Ketterdam.

Shaking off the feeling, he walked away, back into the carriage.

Your day commenced as it normally would. However, recess was the one part which caused your happy mood to sour.

You ran with everyone else on the playground, laughing as you all played tag. You'd been tagged, and chased relentlessly after a random kid from the other fourth-grade class.

You clapped him on his back and turned around swiftly, but you slammed bodily into Alby Rollins, Pekka Rollins' spoiled, rotten little boy.

"Sorry about that, Rollins!" You apologised hastily and tried swerving around him.

He shoved your shoulder and scowled, "Watch where you're going, Barrel trash."

You'd been called many names before, but that particular one struck your dignity hard.

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides as your e/c eyes blazed. "You take that back, Rollins."

He hit you on the shoulder, "Or what, slum rat?"

You noticed a sharp rock at your feet and picked it up, baring it at him. "Or I'll cut you."

His piggy eyes went wide, but he still held himself confidently. He kicked you on the back of your knees, causing you to tumble down onto the dusty ground. The stone in your hand cut a deep gash across your palm, but you didn't care.

"You'll cut me?" He scoffed, kicking you in the ribs. "You'll cut me? I don't think so, scum. Don't even belong here with us non-slum dwellers, do you?"

"I belong here just as you all do," you spat, trying to stand up, but he kicked you hard in the ribs again. You wheezed and collapsed again, arm clutching your abdomen.

"Think you're equal 'cause your Da owns a club?" He scoffed. "Kaz Brekker don't got nothing on Pekka Rollins."

But before he could even draw his leg back for another kick, you regained your posture and swung a fist at his nose with as much strength as your 10-year-old body would allow.

An audible 'crack' came from where your fist connected with his face, and he clutched at his jaw which you'd hit. The hit was cushioned by his round cheeks, but you weren't any older than him nor were your knuckles conditioned enough to handle a direct hit, and your fist pulsed with pain.

"You filthy Barrel rat!" He screamed, and knocked you down as he tackled you, his pudgy body weighing your down significantly. He threw punch after punch at your face and body, while you tried freeing your arms pinned under his knees. Around you, kids chanted 'fight, fight, fight!'

Of course no one was going to help. Your face was bleeding, and you could barely feel it anymore as he beat you bruised and bloody. Tears streamed down your face as you pleaded for him to stop. He didn't cease his relentless hitting, and no one dared touch Pekka Rollins' son anyway, so why would they attempt to now? You prayed desperately that someone went to get a teacher, and ignored every single insult he hurled your way. Regardless, a white-hot anger coursed through you, making you struggle harder.

You got an arm free from under him and caught his collar, before pulling him to the side hard enough to get him off one side of you. Wiggling out, you wiped a hand across your mouth for it to come down red with blood. Angry like a bull, you charged at him, fists swinging at his pudgy body as you hit and kicked every place you could reach. The other kids tried holding you back, but nothing would stop you from taking revenge for all he did to you.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS?" Exclaimed a teacher. Beside her stood Sofiya Reznik, looking worried for you.

"Miss!" Wailed Alby pathetically while you wiped the steadily drying blood from your knuckles. Dragging your sleeve over your face, you wiped off whatever blood you could, and had only just been able to think rationally and clearly, when another teacher seized you by the elbow and dragged you inside. It gave you some satisfaction to see that Alby was also being dragged with you equally harshly. Clearly these teachers weren't scared of Rollins the way the others were.

"I need some context on what happened," sighed the teacher who'd grabbed you, while you sat on a cot in the nurse's office, Alby opposite to you and mewling pathetically to the nurse and teacher.

You allowed the young man to start dabbing away at the blood on your face and replied, "He called me Barrel trash just because I bumped into him, accidentally. I apologised, but then he had to escalate it."

"...and then the shameless Barrel girl punched me!" You heard Alby bleat, while the nurse and teacher looked thoroughly done with is antics.

"It's on him cause he started it," you sighed, holding an ice pack to your eye, which was starting to bruise over. "He shouldn't have hit me."

"I didn't lay a hand on you!" He protested, but the teachers saw right through him.

"Silence, shevrati," you snapped, using the Suli insult you often heard Inej say. "That's what you are, anyway. A know-nothing."

"Kids, enough," the second teacher intervened. She glared at Alby, "And quit your incessant bleating, you've just got a bruised eye. A well-deserved one at that."

"How can you believe that-that slum rat over me?" He gaped.

"None of that, boy," scowled the male teacher. "Come on now, both of you, to the Principal. Goodness, the things you all do..."

You sat quietly outside the office, waiting, and heard the sound of branded leather boots against the tiles of the floor. You looked up to see Pekka Rollins hurry over to his son, and heard his angrily muttered insults towards you.

"Atleast now I know where he learned it all," you scoffed, looking at the man.

"Y/n?" A serious and familiar voice made you look up, and immediately your heart dropped to your worn-out shoes. Kaz was there with your Aunt Inej, Nina, Jesper and Wylan, and all of them looked beyond pissed.

"Hi..." you awkwardly said, holding up a hand to wave at them. However, it took you a moment to realise that their anger istelf wasn't directed towards you. Kaz was glaring past you and at Pekka, who was comforting his crying child.

"Not this stuff again," you grumbled and flicked Alby on the ear. "I didn't even break anything, so quit your bleating."

"Don't you even--" Pekka began, but was interrupted by the secretary.

"Um...are you Y/n's family?" She asked, peeking out of the office. Kaz and the rest of the crows nodded, and she said, "I need the father to come in, please."

"That would be something you don't want to do," Nina interjected. "Unless you want another fistfight on your hands."

She looked defeated, and replied, "Just- just decide amongst yourselves who is to come in."

They all looked at each other, and you facepalmed. You did regret it immediately, though, as your eye throbbed thanks to the bruise on it.

“Please, honestly, we just really need the fathers here,” said the young woman. Seeing their incredulous glares, she added, “I don’t make the rules.”

You tentatively gave Kaz a quick hug, before running back to the chair you'd sat in. He looked at you in a way that made your skin prickle with unhappiness

“Little crow…” Nina sighed, shaking her head. “You’re just like Kaz. Can’t back down from a fight.”

“Hey, he started it!” You scoffed, glaring at Alby, who stuck his tongue out at you.

You suddenly heard raised voices inside the office and shrank back against your seat, looking a little afraid. You’d never heard Kaz raise his voice like that, atleast not in front of you. To be honest, it terrified you to imagine your normally calm father standing there in front of Rollins, his eyes blazing and gripping his cane hard.

“Little crow, you’ve got a bruised rib!” Gasped Nina. “How did this happen?”

“He kicked me," you mumbled, pointing at Alby. The boy glared at you again, and you heard him scoff something which sounded like 'tattletale'.

Jesper knelt in front of you while Nina attempted to heal your bruised rib, and asked, "Did you win, little crow?"

You grinned and nodded, "Yeah, I did."

Wylan immediately smacked his boyfriend upside the head and scowled, "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, we will not encourage this behaviour," he looked at you and sighed, "Y/n, I'm really disappointed in your decision today. Why did you hit back?"

"Because he--OW!" You exclaimed as Nina made a sharp turn of her wrists, fixing the rib which you'd bruised. "Auntie Nina, that hurt!" You glared at her.

"Listen to your Uncle, little crow," she frowned. "He's right. You shouldn't have hit back."

"He called me barrel trash. Why am I in the wrong here? Besides, I had apologised for bumping into him, and he just had to insult me." You scoffed at them all. "Papa would've understood."

"My little crow," Jesper spoke after a long time, startling you. "If someone decides to stoop that low, you have to control your own emotions and walk away."

"You guys fight people on a daily basis," you grumbled. "It's quite hypocritical for you to say that."

You were honestly livid with their behaviour, thinking they'd support your decision, but the more they spoke, the more you wanted to throw and break something.

You slouched in your chair and noticed Alby sticking his tongue out at you, as the crows looked at each other, their telepathic adult conversation going back and forth.

The secretary came in and gestured for you and Alby, saying, "Kids, the Principal wants to see you."

You stood up and glared at the rest of your family, who simply looked back at you the way grown-ups do when they want to make a point. You had no idea why they were against you on this, and felt another surge of anger go through you at their expressions.

Inside the office, you sat quietly next to Kaz, who was seething with anger. His rage wafted off him in waves, which made you scoot your chair as far away from him as you could. His eyes blazed with fury as he looked at Pekka, who held his son's shoulder as the boy sat down.

"Children," the Principal said gently, looking at the two of you. "Could you care to explain exactly what happened? Let's start with you, Y/n, dear."

You tried not to cringe at her tone. She spoke as if you both were in kindergarten.

"Well," you said, thoroughly tired of having to narrate the story over and over. "I was playing tag with my friends and I didn't hear Rollins behind me, so I bumped into him by accident. Naturally, I apologised, but he just had to hit me and call me 'barrel trash' and continued to bully me about my background, and he got physical, so I responded in self-defense."

“See, Mr. Rollins, I suggest you try to control the language you use around your child,” sighed the Principal, looking at the man.

“Yes,” said Kaz, his voice stone cold. “Preferably teach him not to mess with her.”

“Keep that mouth of yours shut, Brekker,” growled Pekka. “My son would never say such things! He doesn’t do it at home, why would he do it outside?”

“I can call one of our students in to confirm, if you’d like, Mr. Rollins,” the principal replied pointedly. She hated it when fathers excused their sons behaviour when they were so obviously in the wrong.

You glared at Alby, “Confess else I’ll do more than just bruise your eye. We both know what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he scoffed. “She pushed me and just began hitting when I asked her to watch where she was going.”

“That’s a lie!” You shouted. Kaz rested the tip of his cane on your shoulder to warn you not to get up, for he noticed you tensing to hit again.

“We are dishing out a week-long suspension to you, Alby Rollins,” said the Principal, writing him a slip. “For starting a fight, greviously injuring another student, and for name-calling as well as bullying on the basis of their background.”

“You can’t do that!” Gasped Pekka.

“I run this school, Rollins,” said the woman, handing him a signed slip. “I do what I want. And I want to ensure your son doesn’t repeat this concerning behaviour again, because if he does, then he certainly will not have any place here.”

“Looks like you’ve lost this fight, Rollins.” Your father smirked at him.

“As for you, Y/n Brekker, I’ll be giving you a two-day suspension for retaliating instead of telling a teacher. Physical fights are not tolerated here. Please go to an adult the next time someone does something like this,” she wrote you a slip as well and handed it to your father, who looked at you angrily. It made you shrink in your seat, and you hastily avoided eye contact.

You exited the office with Kaz, your eyes trained on the floor. You didn't want to meet the furious eyes of your family members, and knew no one would really sympathise with you.

The carriage ride, too, was spent in silence, with Kaz glaring at you, his breath coming out in barely controlled huffs, while Jesper made futile attempts to lighten things up.

Back home, you waited for your father to start yelling. And he did.

"Why would you take a challenge with Pekka's son, when I specifically told you not to?!" Kaz bellowed, livid.

"H-he started it..." you said in a small voice, eyes fixated on the floor, while the other crows settled around the living room. You knew you had messed up, but did it really warrant this reaction?

Your father scoffed, his hands gripping his cane tightly. "Does that mean you will fight back? How many times must I tell you? Never interact with a Rollins!"

"But...but he called me Barrel trash and so many more names..." you replied in the same voice, not wanting to move at all, but at the same time, your whole body trembled as your defense mechanism to run kicked in.

"So you hit him?!" This time it was Wylan who spoke up.

"He hit me first!" You exclaimed, sick of being told that statement.

"And you hit back?!" Nina interjected. You met your aunt's green eyes which held an anger you had never seen before, and it terrified you. "Come on, Y/n!"

"But--but--" You stuttered, however, no one wanted to listen.

"Y/n," said Kaz, his eyes on you. "Why did you have to react? Do you realise how far this has escalated?"

"N-no..." you replied. And you actually didn't. From the time you'd started going to the local school, Kaz always told you to stay away from Alby, but he never told you why. You knew he had a feud with Pekka, so what did that possibly have to do with you?

"What part of stay away from Alby Rollins was unclear?" Kaz seethed, his body tense and taut as a bow string, while his grip on the cane increased drastically.

"He bruised my ribs," you choked out, finally gathering some courage. "He kicked me, insulted me, insulted you, made me look like an idiot in front of my entire school, and you wonder why I hit him back?"

Kaz took a step towards you, but you flinched away, afraid. A look of shock passed over all their faces at your reaction, and Kaz looked hurt.

"Why can't you just understand?" You sniffled and ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut and curling up on your bed to cry softly. Your eye still hurt, as did your ribs, and everything Alby said echoed in your mind.

A soft voice came from outside the door, in a language which was gentle on your ears.

"Little crow?" Inej asked, her voice muffled through the wood of the doorway, speaking in clear Suli. "Can we talk?"

"No," you scowled, replying in Suli. "Go away."

"I'm on your side, my crow," she said gently. "But please, talk to me."

You sighed and opened the door, letting her in.

She came inside and sat on your bed, beckoning you to sit beside her. By force of habit, you did so and laid your head in her lap while her calloused hands stroked your hair comfortingly.

"Why can't any of them just understand?" You said, tears welling up in your eyes again. “I didn’t hit him just because I wanted to, I just was trying to defend myself…”

“I know, my little crow,” she said, “their reaction was way too uncalled for, but you see, your father just wants to protect you. Kaz and Pekka have had this feud going since a while now, and he just doesn’t want things to escalate. It might warrant your involvement, and he definitely doesn’t want that.”

You exhaled deeply and looked up at her. “I shouldn’t have hit him that bad, I know. I just—I felt so disrespected and so…pathetic…I didn’t know what else to do!”

“Look,” she said, “People will say what they want. As a female, and as someone from a slightly less privileged background compared to others, you’re bound to face this. People with closed mindset’s will treat you this way, and you have to develop a thicker skin as much as they have to recalibrate their way of thinking.”

“I think Ill go apologise to Papa, then…and to Auntie Nina. And Uncle Jesper and Wylan…” you trailed off. “I love you, Auntie Nej.”

“And I, you, my little crow.” She grinned and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your head.

You walked downstairs again with her and stood in front of the crows, who were assembled on the couch. You inhaled deeply and said, “I’m sorry for reacting like that. I know it was wrong of me to hit Alby, and Ill work on my temper a lot more from now on.”

“I’m sorry too, little crow,” replied Kaz. “I am aware that you don’t know what goes on amongst the adults and it was definitely wrong of me to assume you could figure it out.”

You nodded and went over to him, giving him a big hug, whispering, “It’s okay, Papa,” in his ear. The rest of the crows fell atop you two in a group hug, with both Nina and Jesper crying.

“So…as a way to shake off the horribleness of today…” Nina suggested when you all collected yourselves, “Why don’t we all go to the Kooperom for tea?”

“I could use a good plate of pie, to be honest,” said Jesper.

“Same,” you grinned, turning around in Kaz’s lap.

“Alright, grab your coats and let’s go,” smiled Inej, doing exactly that.

So, you all let go of your old anger and enjoyed together, laughing over plates of waffles and cups of tea till the sun began to set and the clouds turned grey with the onset of night…

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I hope you all enjoyed this one <3

#shadow and bone #nina zenik #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #fluff #little crow series #six of crows #fem!reader #child!reader

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telekineticseance · 1 year

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MASTERPIECE

pairing: joe cooper x nb/gn! reader

summary: you caught coop cheating and he doesn't know how to handle you leaving him

genre: angst

word count: 1879

cw: cheating, drinking, they/them pronouns for reader

author’s note: HEAVILY inspired by masterpiece by motionless in white if you haven't listened then you should because it was on repeat as i wrote this

All the stupid lies and the stupid games

Left a vacancy in this picture frame

A prisoner by my own hands

'Cause if I can't have me, then no one can

His eyes watched as he pulled away from the girl he was with. The girl who wasn’t you. The girl he told you that you had nothing to worry about. “She was just a girl.” He watched as you stood in the doorway to the locker room, hand over your mouth, tears filling in your eyes. He quickly climbed out of the hot tub and tried to chase after you. He grabbed the closest towel and yelled for you as you ran down the hall, but by the time he reached the hallway you were leaving out the door.

“Fuck!” He knew he fucked up. He knew he shouldn’t have lied. He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did. What he had been doing. He walked back to the locker room and started grabbing his things, seeing the picture of you two in his cubby. The one he kept close for good luck, the one he wouldn’t even let Remer touch in fear that it would wash away the luck. It was almost as if the picture meant nothing now, he knew that. The girl walked over from the hot tub, wrapping her arms around him before he pulled away, “You’ve gotta go.”

“What do you mean go? We haven’t even done anything yet?” She asked, running her finger down Coop’s torso, practically twirling the hairs from his chest as she did so. He lightly grabbed her wrist, dropping the hand to her side, “I said go. You’ve ruined everything and I want you to go.” He practically spat at the girl before turning back and laying the photo face down. He heard the girl behind him scramble for her clothes before the door of the locker room slammed shut.

He walked out of the locker room and went to his shared house where Remer and Squeak also lived, and on occasion where you would stay. Especially after games. He walked to the fridge, grabbing a beer before slamming the fridge shut. He knew he couldn’t blame the girl. And he couldn’t blame you. He could just blame himself.

I need to heal what I inflict

But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it

As I play roulette with a broken gun

I confess these sins with a sharp and spiteful tongue

“You have to talk to them.” Remer spoke up, breaking the silence. Coop had barely left the couch after that night in the locker room. There was basically an ass indent on one of the cushions, he even slept on the couch. Knowing if he went to his room, your scent would be on the pillow, the blankets, hell even the clothes he would wear would have your scent on it. He would look at the phone every hour, hoping it would ring and it would be you, wanting to talk. Because he was too much of a pussy to do it himself. Afraid you’d ignore the call or afraid you wouldn’t want to hear him out.

What was there to hear out? “I cheated. Well almost. But I lied. I told them there was nothing to worry about and yet I was in the hot tub and they saw it.” Coop said, looking over at Remer. His roommate let out a sigh, Remer didn’t have much experience in the game of women but he knew what not to do, and cheating was definitely in the top three. Coop felt Remer give him a pat on the shoulder, “I don’t know dude. I do know that if you don’t talk about it at all. Nothing will happen.”

Coop shrugged, taking another swig from the beer bottle, emptying it before setting it in the trash with the pile of others, “I’ll get to it eventually. I just need to think about what to say.”

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Coop stared at the notebook paper in front of him, it was surrounded by wads of other pieces of notebook paper that he had torn out and thrown to the side because he felt like it wasn’t the right thing. He had been rehearsing his apology over and over again, writing down different strategies to go about it.

It had officially been a week since the incident and the look on your face kept playing on repeat in his head. The tears welling in your eyes before you ran, the last image he had in his head. The last time he saw you.

He sighed before ripping out the piece of notebook paper, crumbling it into a ball, and then throwing it in the pile with the others. He ran his hand through his bleached blonde hair, the roots had grown out a bit longer than normal, usually you would help him with that but you weren’t there this time to do it. He hated every draft he wrote, feeling like it wasn’t enough or it was too much. He didn’t know what to do. He had never been in this situation before where he needed to apologize for being an idiot. Because that’s what he had been. An idiot.

Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares

In a gallery where the walls lie bare

As I modernize my antique ways

True colors can't escape the brush of fate

He stared in the mirror in the locker room, his hair was a disheveled mess and his eyes were puffy and red from the emotions he finally let out. He still hadn’t heard from you and he didn’t blame your decision on that. His roots still hadn’t been touched up, even with both Remer and Squeak offering to take your place but he refused. He didn’t want anyone else to do it. He wanted you to do it.

He wanted you to be in the crowd tonight, cheering him on, wearing his extra jersey. He wanted to be able to dedicate every shot to you, and dedicate the winning game to you. But he couldn’t because you weren’t there tonight. He didn’t know where you were at all. He just knew that he was by himself now. Despite what Remer told him, you weren’t there. You had slowly become his other half, he felt as though your relationship was written in the stars.

“Coop, we gotta go.” Remer’s voice rang through the door of the locker room. “I’m coming,” He said softly before taking one last look in the mirror, fixing a button on his shirt and then walking out of the locker room.

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

On every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

He looked around the stadium, hoping to see you. Hoping you would still come despite everything. When he didn’t see your face he sunk back to the dugout, plopping himself in his spot next to Remer. He knew the time was running out, if it hadn’t already. It had been almost two weeks and neither of you had said a word to one another since the incident. Remer had talked to you, but he wouldn’t tell Coop what was said. Just the same thing of, “You’ve got to talk to them.”

He sighed when his name was called to the plate, he stepped up, not even caring if he picked up his lucky La-Z-boy ball or to do his little kick that you loved. He took a deep breath closing his eyes to make his shot, “Hey Coop! Is that your girlfriend?” The opposing player spat out, Coop shot his eyes open looking in the direction of where he pointed, revealing you in the crowd. He immediately dropped the ball, making the referee count it as a shot as he stared, not even caring about the point he lost.

You were there.

Illustrate all my pain

And set it all ablaze

Burn

And set it all ablaze

“Where are you going? You could cost us the game if you leave now.” Remer grabbed Coop’s arm as he tried running out the closest exit. “I’m going after them.” He said, forcing Remer’s grip off before forcing himself out the exit.

He didn’t care if he lost the game or if the team had to forfeit. He knew what he had to do. He wanted to see you. He wanted to hold you. He didn’t want to let you go. He wanted you, and all of you.

So how do I apologize

And put the tears back in your eyes

When every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece of my mistakes?

He called your name out in the parking lot, seeing you walk to your car. You stopped in your tracks, turning around to look at him. “Don’t go,” He pleaded, taking steps closer to you. He was still in his uniform, once the two of you made eye contact, you quickly turned around and made your way out of the stadium. He didn’t want you to leave so he left immediately, catching you just in time.

You slowly looked down at your shoes as he walked closer. “I don’t know what to say. I’ve been thinking about it for the last two weeks and everything I think of makes me a bigger idiot than I already am. I fucked up. I hurt you.” He said, as he continued walking closer to you. “I just know that I need you. I realize that without you I’m practically nothing. You’ve changed me and made me a better man.”

“You lied to me Coop, you fucking told me that there was nothing to worry about when I asked you about her weeks ago!” Your voice was cracking as you tried to hold your ground, and you were right. He told you exactly that.

And in the light of my demise

I see my failures in your eyes

Every canvas that I paint

Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes

He walked close to you, seeing your eyes from the streetlights in the parking lot, seeing them full of disgust and anger as you looked up at him. He sighed, fighting back his own tears, “I just want a second chance. Please. I’ll never hurt you again. I just need a second chance.”

His own voice was cracking as he almost got down on his knees in front of you, begging you for a second chance. Begging for you to forgive him and at least start over. “I love you.” He whispered, the first time he spoke those words to you, and he meant them. He meant them with the entirety of his heart.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you looked at him, “I love you too Coop. But I can’t trust you. Not after you lied. I’m sorry.” You told him before you turned around, getting in your car. He watched you as you drove away from the parking lot, leaving him there with his own mistake.

#i teared up writing this ngl lol #anywaysssss #hope y'all enjoy #and be sure to stream masterpiece by motionless in white #joe cooper #joe cooper x reader #motionless in white #baseketball #fic #scoring the end of the world

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eddiernunson · 11 months

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Scoops Ahoy | A Trapped Prequel | Eddie Munson

Master List | Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Authors note: Here is a prequel to Trapped, Reader is working with Robin and Steve at Scoops Ahoy and they find out about her crush on Eddie. All wholesome vibes

Shit shit shit, you scrambled to lock your car door as your feet nearly tripped over themselves to get to work on time. It was a useless waste of energy, seeing as your watch already told you that you were five minutes late. Dodging through the busy crowds of StarCourt didn’t make the trip any easier, your feet scraping against the floor.

As you finally hit the ice cream shop a resounding “You’re late!” comes from the back from your co worker.

“I know!” You groan, your backpack juggling as you jog to swipe your card.

The shop was partially busy, a few groups of teenagers giggling their way through their single scoops of ice cream. Robin perks her head into view, organizing the stock. You give her a curt smile, not having known her very well, yet. Things were certainly less awkward with Steve around, but the shop owner rarely had the three of you all working the same shift. In today’s case Robin was opening, Steve was closing.

Only two more hours until he came in.

“Can you work front counter for now? My patience with these toddlers has vanished.” Robin pleads with you, and you had to admit, she did seem more worn out than normal. She leans forward to you. “One of them threw ice cream onto the wall. Took me ten minutes to clean it up.”

You nod, placing the stupid hat on.

The sounds of a group of teenagers making their way in. You sigh, turning to face them. “Hi guys, how can I help you?”

Samples. Of course, they wanted samples.

Typical.

“You know what I’ve noticed?” Robin asks you out of nowhere as you start to replace a tub of one of the flavours.

“Hmm?” You ask, placing the old flavour on the floor.

She flips through a magazine, barely paying attention to the actual words. “While Harrington strikes out over and over, you haven’t hit on anyone.” She tells you, her eyebrows furrowed as she glances to you.

“Okay. And?” You ask, putting the new tub in with a resounding thud.

“So, what’s the deal? Cause unlike him, you’ve been hit on.”

You sigh, your eyes fleeting to him. He sits in the food court, waiting, playing with a lighter in his hands absentmindedly. His forearm was red, still healing from the bats he had just gotten two weeks ago.

You knew it was two weeks ago because you had clocked the day he wondered through the food court with saran wrap around it.

You cleared your throat, barely managing to climb out of the rabbit hole you find yourself falling deeper into by the day.

“Pssht.” You dismiss her, squinting your eyes in response. “No one is hitting on me. Are you even paying attention?”

“Are you? Cause Tommy? All over you.” She answered, her eyes on the page in front of her.

“What? Tommy Hagan hasn’t even come in here.” You argue, pointedly proving her wrong.

“No, not douchebag Tommy! Tommy Miller! You know, total non jerk wad, plays on the basketball team…ring a bell?” Now that she mentions it, you did remember serving him some Rocky Road earlier. If he did flirt with you, you were too distracted to even pay attention to Tommy’s loitering at the register.

“Not really.” You tell her, and you pick up the empty tub to bring it to the trash.

“Oh, you have a boyfriend, or something?” Robin asks as you reach face to face with her in the back.

You sigh, crossing your arms and leaning onto a table right next to you. You hesitate in your answer, but you had a feeling she wouldn’t let go so easily. “Or something.”

“Oooh, so you like someone!” She lights up, drumming on the tabletop. “Who?”

You walk away from the conversation, your heart beating out of your chest. How is the new coworker the person who finds out about him first? “He doesn’t come in the ice cream shop.” You tell her, your eyes flickering to him talking to one of the jocks. It’s always a blink and you miss it exchange, and he has the movements mastered so no one picks it up. Another deal done.

“But he hangs in the mall.” Robin deducts, following closely behind you.

“Possibly.”

“Oooh.” She grins, leaning forward onto her elbows and glancing passed the glass doors toward the mall’s crowd through the window. “Any hints?”

“Nope.”

“How long have you liked them, like a week?” She asks.

“Longer.”

She squints, leaning into you. “How much longer?”

You walk away from her, starting to pick up the trash on the tables. “Just, longer.” You tell her, working around a table of an elderly couple working slowly on their cones.

“I see.”

You continue to clean the lobby, attempting to calm your heart. You glance outside again, and he’s nowhere to be seen. Oh, well he’d be back every fifteen minutes, like clockwork.

The trash is thrown out and you grab a sanitizing cloth, wiping down the Mint Chocolate Chip somehow splattered in between the seats. You look up while you work, annoyed at the elbow grease that is being required of you. Wasn’t this job supposed to be easy?

As a bead of sweat drips down your forehead, annoyed as shit You get up, barely paying attention to where you were walking when Eddie passes by the store, and your big toe collides with a chair when the passing hope of him finally making his way through the doors.

You lean forward, resting your hands against the table you stumbled into and attempting to control your breathing when you hear Robin.

“Holy shit.”

Fuck. “No. Wait. It’s not what you think.”

“So, it’s not Eddie Munson? Because that was not just a trip and stumble.”

“Fine, it is. But just let it go, ok?”

“Hey, why would I judge?” She says, putting her hands up to surrender. “You never hit anyone, and now I know why. You’re clearly into him.”

“Into who?” Steve comes from the back, having taken the secret tunnels as always.

“No one.” You tell him, giving a look to Robin.

Robin silently begs you, giving you some wide eyes as her hands plead. You shake your head at her, daring her to say something.

“Alright, whatever. Did you manage to clean out the freezer like Frank asked us to?” Steve asks, swinging his arms absentmindedly.

You brush passed him, placing the cloth still in your hands into the soiled cloths bucket. “’Fraid not, Buckley insists upon harassing me today.”

Robin smiles, a piece of information she can hold over Steve in her arsenal.

“Well, I’m gonna do the front counter. How bout you two get us caught up on the freezer?” You offer, trying to get away from them both.

“Of course, he might come in, after all.” Robin whispers under her breath, and you give her a death glare as she giggles and walks into the freezer.

“Did I miss—” Steve starts, and the both of you walk a way before he even has a chance to finish it. Steve looks up to the sky, exasperated. He literally just started his shift.

As much as Steve tried to pry what he had missed out of Robin, she gave nothing away. Not even the inkling that you liked someone to begin with. She knew he would find out eventually, after all, you weren’t exactly subtle about it, but she looked forward to the very day.

On one particular hot summer day, Eddie was in the food court before Robin even put out the open sign. She grinned, as she has started to pick up a pattern. If he’s there from morning, it means he’ll be all day.

Somehow Steve still hasn’t picked up on your tendencies to daze off while serving a customer or your slow pace while you mop up a spill during these specific days, but she has a feeling he’ll figure it out quite soon.

As always, her instincts are right.

You finish cashing out a customer, wishing them well as they head out the doors to the shop. You stare off to him, watching him place his long curls into a low bun, his bangs framing his face gorgeously. Somehow just the sight of it made your mouth water.

Pile it with his muscle shirt and his ripped black jeans, it was a wonder you got any work done at all.

God, you wanted to kiss him stupid.

Steve comes from the back from opening the back door for the kids yet again, scaring the living hell out of you. “You’re…a bit spacey today, huh.” He comments, leaning onto his hands on straight arms.

“That’s one word for it.” Robin says, laughing as she cleans one of the tables.

You roll your eyes, swallowing your remarkably dry throat, despite the excess drool in your mouth.

“Ooh.” Steve says as a group of pretty girls come in, bumping you by the hip to move from the cash. Your mouth drops open in bemusement, baffled by the demonstration of his desperation.

You go around him to stock the napkins. Suddenly as clear as clear can be you hear Eddie’s laugh from out the door, and he is right there. You stumble over yourself, losing the metal dispenser to the floor. The breath is stolen from your body, and you hold yourself stable, thinking this cannot be a normal reaction.

Steve witnesses your stumble as he’s scooping, signalling quickly with his eyes to see if you were okay. You smile weakly at him, nodding. Eddie’s full body laugh echoes in your mind, making something in you wish to know what made him laugh so hard.

No matter how dumb it was that he laughed at you had hoped to one day be on the receiving end of it.

You stumble over your feet to shake it out, yanking your dumb hat off as you make your way to the back to catch your breath.

Robin walks over to Steve, who is confused as to why you seemed so off. “Anything?”

“No, just The Freak and her tripping over her own feet.”

“And you think that has nothing to do with…?” She fades off, and she leaves to let Steve think it through.

An hour later, you’re on the front counter again as Steve does a bulk of replacements. You’re assisting another teenager go through every flavour for free samples. She requests a sample of Brownie Fudge, and you completely miss it, Eddie directly in front of the store, chatting as he rests his elbow on the ledge has you unable to breathe.

“Uh, hello?” She asks you, looking at her friends with a sour look on her face.

“Sorry, here you go.” Steve offers, handing it to her.

Steve glances out, again, only seeing Eddie and it all fucking clicks.

“Oh!” He says loudly, jerking his head into position.

“There it is!” Robin calls from the back, sounding outrageously excited.

The girl and her friends are put off by this entire interaction, claiming they’ll eat at DairyWorld, instead.

As soon as they left the store, for once the booths were emptied, Steve cannot hold it in any longer. “You’ve been crushing on Eddie the Freak Munson?” He asks, finally understanding why Robin has been so eager to tell him.

“He’s not a freak,” the sentence left your mouth before you could stop it.

“So, that’s a yes.” Fuck.

“She won’t even talk about it.” Robin commented, leaning on the counter with one hand on her hip.

“Didn’t think he was her type.” Steve says crossing his arms.

“You’re one to talk about type.” Robin huffs out. “You dated Nancy Wheeler of all people, the Priss herself.”

Your eyes widen at the unearned sass given to Nancy’s first and last name. “I’d be careful with that.” Steve warns her.

“Why, cause you dated her?”

“No, cause,” he clicks his tongue, pointing his thumb towards you, “they’ve been friends for years, and their families, even longer.”

“What?”

You shrug, it’s the truth.

Robin seems to get over it quick enough. “I’ve only noticed last week but she won’t tell me how long she’s liked him for.”

“Fine. It’s …” you finish the sentence under your breath, the words coming out jumbled.

“What?”

“Two and a half years…” You say again, just a little louder.

“Huh?”

“Two and a half years. I’ve liked him for two years, okay?”

“Whoa.” Robin gasps, her eyes wide.

Steve lets out a chuckle. “Damn. I liked Nance for about a week until I asked her out.”

“I know it’s pathetic, ok?” You ask, retreating to the back of the shop. They follow you, both rushing to clarify their reactions. “I could do with out the external confirmations, thank you very much.”

“Hello?” Somone calls out from the front counter, waiting to be served.

“In a minute!” Steve barks out. “Honestly, it’s almost endearing.”

“Almost?” You ask him, intrigued by the specification.

“Hey, take what you can get, you stalker.”

“Stalker?”

“How often does he make deals?”

“Every ten to fifteen minutes.”

“See?”

He had you, there.

As you punch your card out for your break, Steve is leaning over the counter, absentmindedly reading one of Robin’s magazines and Robin as distractedly restocking. It wasn’t much of a day and despite your numerous peeks, it appears that Eddie wasn’t making an appearance. However your mood rises when you see him regularly, knowing he wasn’t in the mall helped you relax somewhat.

You make your way down the escalator, observing different vendors to decide to eat from. Finally, you pick a spot, somewhere you found yourself floating to on a regular basis.

You stand in line, the line moving agonizingly slow, thinking by the time you will get your order your break will already be mostly done. You only got thirty minutes, after all. You wanted to spend at least five of them off your feet.

You’re now second in line to the register, finding the strength not to be annoyed about how this one customer had decided to order takeout for her whole family and you literally just wanted number 28 for the millionth time.

Your eyes are zoned out on the menu when someone bumps into you from behind, and you turn around to see who the hell you needed to shoot your annoyed glance at when the breath is stolen from your lungs.

Eddie.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He tells you having bumped into you backwards, a friend of his you presumed from Hellfire standing across from you also offering an apology from pushing him into you.

Your brain begs you to speak, to say something. Nothing will come out. You nod to him, implying it was ok.

Eddie’s face breaks into a half smile, and there’s a moment of what you think is recognition on his face when one of the guys he’s been hanging with calls him over.

“Hello? Next, please!” The food vendor calls you, and you have to turn away from Eddie jogging away from you, your breathing shallow, and your heartbeat in your throat.

You beg yourself to calm down enough to order the food but your appetite has seemed to have mysteriously disappeared.

Eddie wasn’t around the mall very much until the following Friday.

In a stroke of luck, according to Steve, at least, all three of you were working that late June afternoon.

For some reason, Eddie was in your head deeper than ever, and the distractions he was providing was causing all too much chaos.

Steve and Robin insist you stay on cash, and you’re sure it’s because you keep fumbling around. Really, it’s because Steve and Robin have been keeping a tally on how many times they catch you staring wistfully at him.

The dopey smile on your face as you watched him made Steve question how he had ever missed it. Robin points to the tally for Steve remaining above yours. “You’re a doofus.”

Just once, you had hoped that he would have a craving for ice cream, but it just didn’t seem to happen. Instead, he galivanted between dealing in the middle of the food court and several areas of the mall. You had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time you would be stuck watching from afar, and honestly that masochistic part didn’t mind.

As long as you could still see him.

You swiped your card out, ignoring Steve’s teasing as you tossed your backpack over your shoulder, taking the hit.

Something Steve never told you, however, was that five minutes after you walked out that day Eddie stumbled into the store. “Harrington.” Eddie greets, a smirk on his face.

“Munson.”

“I’ve been wanting ice cream for like an hour, so I’ll get a three scoop of Triple Chocolate Chunk.” He hands Steve a 20, and Steve spends too much time internally laughing at the irony of it.

And as Eddie takes his time with the ice cream, enjoying each scoop of the spoon with a little too much fervour, Steve is damn glad you missed it because he would’ve been scraping you off the floor.

When Robin comes in for a mid-shift for once, Steve is all too excited to share the happenings of the previous night. Robin’s eyes widen, and it is understood that neither one of them will tell you, if anything for your own good.

“Wait, so you worked at Scoops, at the mall?” Eddie asked one night, sitting across from you on a couch as a movie played in the background.

Your legs are entangled, you eating ice cream out of a Ben&Jerry’s pint. “Yep.”

“Huh.” Eddie laughs without humour.

“What?”

“I never saw you when I went in, only Buckley and Harrington.” He tells you, licking his spoon absentmindedly.

“Wait, what?” You ask, sitting up quickly to get the story straight.

“Yeah. I went in after long days of dealing all the time for some triple chocolate, usually had the whole shop to myself.” Your face must’ve fallen at this, cause he looks to you in concern. “What?”

“I-I just used to watch you when I worked there. I hoped one day you would want some ice cream and it would be my shot at finally saying something to you.” Eddie’s head tilts at this, smiling at you endearingly. “And yet I was never there when you came in. God, that’s ironic. And maddening”

“I mean. Maybe fate wanted to wait until I could lick the ice cream off you instead of the spoon.” He says, his eyes darkening as he licks his silver spoon.

You smirk at him, your mouth watering, and this time, you can give in to the want of kissing him stupid, which is exactly what you did, the cool of the ice cream you continued to eat earning the whimpers out of his mouth and satisfying that girl that once drooled over his exposed neck.

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AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR (NAGITO KOMAEDA X F!READER)

repost from my ao3 to see if tumblr is my jam.

realised in the idk-how-long time between my first post and now that I’m actually insecure about my writing lmao. Cringe-fest or not, I hope you all enjoy.

MINORS DNI, NSFW 18+

Warnings: sex, break-ins, mention of homework lol, praise, dom Komaeda, knife use, slight self depreciation (nagito)

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(Y/N) yawned, typing away on her laptop to try and finish her homework. She was home alone currently, her guardians having gone for a short holiday and her unable to attend due to her school schedule. She didn't mind though, she was old enough to be home on her own and take care of herself, plus the empty house gave her peace and some freedom. It was actually pretty fun.

Although she was rather surprised when she heard a loud knock at her door. She arched a brow, looking down at the clock on her laptop. It was gone eight in the night, so having someone at her door was unusual. She felt tension rise in her body, debating whether she should even answer the door. It couldn't be her guardians, they weren't due back for another few days and it wasn't one of her friends since they always text her before they came up and neither could it be the post, since it was too late. She pondered for a little bit and just convinced herself that her mind was playing tricks on her, sighing and turning back to her work.

She barely got in a single sentence when the door was knocked again, a loud noise resounding through her home. She froze up, now starting to feel a little scared. It was clear that the person at her door wasn't giving up anytime soon. Her phone was downstairs, so she couldn't even call anyone for help from her room. So she made the dire decision to sneak down her stairs.

She tried to be as quiet as possible, slinking down her stairs and taking careful steps. The handle of her door rattled, her stomach almost falling out of her ass until she remembered it was locked.

"You're safe... you're safe..." She mumbled under her breath, clutching onto the sleeves of her shirt tightly.

She gulped, crouching down and crawling in front of her door, peeking up to the window to get a glance of the person outside her door. Her plan was to not get noticed, but she was startled when a pair of grey eyes were staring right back at her from the other side. He grinned, noticing her apprehension and letting out a few giggles. (Y/N) stepped back from the door, shuffling back into the wall with a gobsmacked expression on her face.

Outside her home was the spitting image of Nagito Komaeda, a character from one of her favourite games known as Danganronpa. She would be lying if she said she wasn't a major simp for the man, her face red and body quivering in embarrassment.

"It's just a cosplayer... just a joke..." she told herself, taking deep breaths.

A hand slipped through her letterbox, pale skin with bony fingers. She jumped in surprise, hearing a raspy and familiar voice on the other side.

"Hehe... I know what you're thinking. Yes, I am the real Nagito Komaeda." He spoke as if he could read her mind. "So are you going to let trash like me into your home or not?"

"N-no, I don't believe you! Go away!" (Y/N) yelled, mustering up the little confidence she had.

"So feisty... that's understandable. I'd be a little shocked too if such scum turned up at my door. But I'm afraid..." He paused, putting her on edge. "If you don't let me in yourself then I'm just going to have to find my own way in. I'm pretty good at lock picking, I thought I'd mention."

She furrowed her brows; the last thing she wanted was for him to break her door. So she came up with a plan, hesitantly speaking back;

"No, that won't be necessary. Hold on." She spoke as calmly as possible, rising to her feet.

"Good girl~" He purred, causing (Y/N) to lightly blush.

'It's not real... stop being silly, (Y/N)!' She scolded herself, heading to her kitchen.

She pulled out a knife from one of the draws, hiding it in her pocket. She felt much safer with it by her side, taking it as a last resort if things went askew. She retrieved the house key, reluctantly placing it in the lock and opening the door with a click.

On the other side stood a tall, lanky man with untamed white hair which had pink accents at the bottom. His eyes were a greyish green and his skin was deathly pale. He wore the same outfit from the games; green jacket, white shirt, black trousers and those funky shoes. It really did look like Komaeda.

(Y/N) took a step back, allowing him to enter her home and closing the door behind him. She watched while he eyed up her home, humming to himself quietly before his eyes landed on her figure. She didn't look at him in the eyes, way too nervous as her palms sweated and body trembled.

"You have a lovely home, (Y/N)." He commented.

She snapped her head to look at him, eyes wide.

How the fuck did he know her name?!

He giggled at her reaction, tucking his hands in his pocket and his gaze fixated on her form.

The more she looked at him, the more she began to believe him. The hair on his head was definitely real, far too realistic to just be a wig and his eyes were natural; even with their strange grey tones. There was no way this was cosplay, but how on Earth had he got to her home?!

"Hehe... the fictional world is much more real than you think, (Y/N)~" She shivered as her name rolled off his tongue.

His eyes wandered down to the keys in her hand, analysing it for a small moment before he snatched them out of her grip. She yelped slightly, swiping to retrieve them but he just laughed, holding them above her reach teasingly.

"Now, now..." He taunted, using the keys to re-lock her door. "We don't want any intruders, do we?"

(Y/N) glanced suspiciously at him, finding his statement quite ironic considering he had just forced his way into her home.

"W-why are you here?" She stammered, cursing her nerves for making her seem weak.

"Awh, are you not excited to see me (Y/N)?" Nagito fake-pouted. "I'll tell you if you put away that knife."

He gestured towards her pocket, (Y/N) following his gaze and realising she had left the handle of the knife poking out her pocket. With a rush of adrenaline, she brought out the weapon and aimed it at him with the best 'angry' face she could do.

"No! This is my home, you'll answer my questions!" She warned, her voice quivering.

Nagito stared at her before erupting into raspy laughter, clutching his hair with his hands.

"How brilliant! How amazing!" He cried, his laughter dying down. "We both know that you don't have the guts to use that knife, (Y/N)... so hand it over."

His expression turned dark and he brought his pocket knife out, (Y/N) instantly panicking and dropping the knife in response. Nagito swiped it up before she could retrieve it, (Y/N) fearing for her own life. Nagito just giggled again, putting both weapons aside.

"That was entertaining but I'm not here to do you any harm, (Y/N). Quite the opposite actually." Nagito reassured, waving his hands. "So relax, okay?"

(Y/N) crumbled; she had to admit he had a rather calming voice. She relaxed her posture and just stared at him cautiously, awaiting a full explanation.

"I've heard a lot about you, (Y/N). Just like I am a fictional character in your world... you are a fictional character in mine." Nagito revealed. "And guess what?"

"...what?" (Y/N) responded, finding the revelation quite hard to digest.

"A little birdie told me that little (Y/N) has been having naughty thoughts about me~"

(Y/N)'s jaw dropped and her face burned in embarrassment, small noises of shock escaping her lips while she struggled to rebuke his statement. Mostly because what he said was the absolute truth. She had thought about the male in such ways, but she never expected him to find out, let alone be a real living person. He snickered, placing a hand on his chin and humming happily.

"So it was right then. Ah, how lucky for me~" He smirked, gazing at her with half-lidded eyes.

He started walking towards her, (Y/N) instinctively taking steps backwards until she was backed up against the wall. Nagito pinned her down with his hands on either side of her head and his knee placed in between her thighs. There was no way for her to get out of his grip. He leaned in closer to her and his hot and heavy breath danced on her skin. His hair tickled her skin, his lips being placed next to her ear.

"Someone like me lives to serve you symbols of hope, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about you in a similar way~" He whispered in her ear. "So, what do you say? Are you going to let me have my way with you, or are you going to leave me to fend for myself?"

(Y/N) gulped audibly, his breath trickling down her neck and sending shivers down her spine. He kept his lips by her ear, his presence invading her every senses and her mind jumbled. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't deny the arousal building up within her. This was the dude that she had grown to love after all, even if he was just a character on a screen. But now he was here, in the flesh and willing to be with her. Only a fool would say no.

"O-Okay..." she meekly responded.

His lips instantly attached themselves to her neck, causing her to gasp in response. He peppered the sensitive skin in kisses and darted out his tongue, licking the flesh and occasionally teasing the surface with his teeth.

"Let's go upstairs." He said breathily, grabbing her by the thighs and hoisting her upwards.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly while he carried her up the stairs and back into her room where he carefully laid her on the bed. He clambered on top of her, dipping his head back down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. His hands settled on her waist, softly massaging her sides and bringing his body closer to hers.

His kisses got more desperate, pressing his lips against hers harder each time. He grunted in the kiss, beginning to drool as he got more turned on. He eventually started to prod at her lips with his tongue, encouraging her to part them and allow him to slip his tongue into her mouth. He groaned lewdly once he entered her mouth, exploring every inch and passionately making out with her. She felt him grind against her, his body radiating heat and lust. They had barely even parted for breath when Komaeda smashed his lips back onto hers, hungry for more and desperate for her. (Y/N) tried her best to keep up with his needy affection, the whole experience foreign to her. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged at the strands, eliciting groans of pleasure from the boy. His hair was very fluffy, just as you'd expect although it did have quite a few knots and tangles.

After what felt like forever to the girl, Nagito broke the kiss with a string of saliva snapping once they parted. His lips were agape while he panted, his cheeks dusted in a pink hue and his eyes gazing down at her in lust and adoration. (Y/N) looked back into his deep grey eyes, her face seared red and a similar look of infatuation on her face. She had never been so intimate with someone before.

"Nagito..." She breathed shakily.

"Mmh, (Y/N)~" He mimicked, grinning at her. "Such a pretty girl~"

He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand before his lips travelled back down to her neck and began licking, sucking and nipping at her skin in search of her soft spot. It didn't take long for him to locate it and once he did, he made sure to leave his mark on its place. She mewled softly while he did so, rolling her head back in order to give him more access to her neck. His hands wandered down to the bottom of her shirt, gripping the hem before pulling it upwards and off of her body to reveal her torso. Nagito stared down at her with famished eyes, licking his lips briefly before his deft fingers travelled to the clasp of her bra. (Y/N) was nervous but she arched her back to allow him to unclip the undergarment, falling loose around her body and being thrown onto the floor. Her chest was now completely bare, exposed to the white-haired male above her. He wasted no time in playing with the mounds of flesh, groping and squeezing at them while occasionally rubbing the nipples with the pad of his thumbs. Despite his inexperience, he seemed to be doing all the right things as soft huffs escaped the girl's mouth with her eyes closed in bliss. His head came down to kiss in between her breasts and then slowly meander down to her navel, stopping abruptly at the waistband of her bottoms. He glanced back up at her face, noticing the anticipation bubbling up on her expression with a wide grin on his face. But he got back up, sitting upright on her hips and bringing his hand up to his face.

"Mmh, you've got me all hot and bothered..." He stated, shrugging off his green jacket.

He crossed his arms and yanked his white shirt over his head, tossing it aside and leaning back down to the female. His build was quite skinny but well-defined, all in proportion with milky white skin. (Y/N) eyed up his frame, biting her lower lip in response to the sight in front of her. He grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to his chest, motivating her to feel up his torso. She obliged, rubbing her hands up and down his chest and abdomen, sometimes massaging the skin and listening to his sighs of pleasure. In an act of boldness, she bolted upwards to place a hickey on his collarbone, sucking the skin harshly in order to leave a bruise behind. Komaeda seemed to really enjoy this, pushing her head closer to his shoulder with his hand and groaning loudly.

She broke apart from his clavicle when she felt his hand start playing with the waistband of her pants, slithering down to rub her through the fabric. She gasped at the sudden contact, laying back down on the bed. Nagito removed her lower clothes, leaving her in just a pair of (F/C) panties beneath his touch. He bit his lip, letting out a shaky, whiny breath before he hooked his fingers under the underwear and swiftly removed them from her body. Now, (Y/N) was completely naked underneath him and he was obsessed with her body. Another guttural, shaky moan left his lips as he checked her out, his tongue hanging out slightly and his hips shuffling in want. (Y/N) shivered under his gaze, the way his eyes scanned her every inch and the sexy expression on his face; he looked starved.

He paused for a minute, just admiring her in all her glory until he hastily began to unbuckle his jeans.

"Not much time... I can't wait..." he muttered, wrestling his jeans and boxers off to reveal his cock. "Here I come..."

He definitely lived up to his title of the Ultimate Lucky Student. (Y/N) let out a choked gasp when he entered her fully in one thrust, his size stretching her out further than she thought she could go. He hushed her quietly, rubbing her stomach and kissing her face in an attempt to calm her down. It took a few minutes but eventually she adjusted to his length, hesitantly nodding to signal she was ready for him.

He started off slow, dragging his hips in and out while he kissed her on the lips. As he got more familiar with the action, he sped up and his thrusts became a bit more rough. (Y/N) wrapped her arms and legs around his body, trying to pull him in closer and generate more intimacy. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, hips snapping together. The sound of skin slapping and their moans filled the room, the stench of sex thick in the air.

"Mmh!~ Aahh!~ you feel amazing, (Y/N)!~ Hng!~" Nagito grunted against her skin. "Such hope!"

"Haah!~ Nag-nagito...~" (Y/N) mewled in response, struggling to formulate sentences.

She could feel him throb more as he got closer to his high, feeling her own orgasm approaching as well.

"You are so beautiful, (Y/N)- mmph~ s-so hopeful- gnh~ my hope~" He whispered in her ear.

(Y/N) tightened her grip around his body, digging her nails into his back while her body shook in pleasure.

"I love you so much, Nagito!" She blurted out as her orgasm rippled through her body, holding onto him like he was the last thing on earth.

"I love you too, (Y/N)~" He reciprocated. "Mm, gonna cum..."

Knowing that she had finished, he pulled out of her and brought his cock up to her lips. She gladly took it in her mouth, allowing him to use her mouth for his own pleasure and it didn't take long for him to start cumming in her mouth. (Y/N) swallowed the warm fluid, gasping for breath when he exited her mouth. She felt fatigue overwhelm her body, her vision spotting and fading with the voice of Nagito lulling her further.

"Sleep well, (Y/N)~"

Her eyes snapped open to the sound of her alarm, groaning as she hit the silence button on her phone.

"Thanks for ruining my lovely dream." She sarcastically grumbled, climbing out of bed with a yawn and stretch.

However, once she turned to exit her room she noticed a certain green jacket hanging up, a small slip of paper in the pocket that confirmed that it was more than just a dream.

'See you soon, (Y/N) ~ N.K'

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