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ybklix · 8 months ago

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the touch

PART THREE OF THE PROJECT 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part one 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ part two ★ pairing: dom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader

✦summary: Every time you and Chan meet again, you explore a new world of experiences, and this is especially true when he is very needy but shows it in his own way.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, grinding, spanking, pet names (dreg too), dirty talk, teasing, clitplay, oral sex, face fucking, cum shoot, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding, aftercare!

word count: 10.3k

masterlist - taglist

♡ songs: railway by bang chan / everyday by ariana grande / nothing without you by the weeknd

wen’s note: tysm for +3k notes in the first part, that’s insane i luv yaa; edit: I lost all the written smut I had to rewrite it all, I was crying (real) edit two: im vibing now lmao

Everything looked better in Chan’s mind, after he had touched you twice which each time outweighed more and more the other, he believed for a moment that he would have it all, that everything would be from then on all about your sweet smell, nice dates, more quality time and just two stupidly tender people holding hands while walking around the campus, it was perfect, so perfect to be true that in reality it never happened that way.

After he dropped you off at your apartment, after the party and you tenderly and sweetly rested in his arms like he adored and wished it would happen every day, every day became hell for him, and he wasn’t exaggerating-or maybe a little, but he needed you, now, like never before, and not just sexually, he wanted to be genuinely close to you, to hear you talk and see you smile next to him; Chan thought that after the party would be the perfect time to ask you out, so he foolishly waited for the most fitting and cute moment he would treasure forever, but that didn't happen.

You just said:

“See you soon. Thanks.”

And you leaned in to give him a quick, shy kiss on the lips that fascinated him and took him by surprise, because if he had expected it he would have taken you more passionately and tenderly in a real kiss, and you just said goodbye to him like that before walking into your apartment and leaving him rambling in the hallway. Chan had to visit his family because it was Sunday so you understood perfectly and offered to let him drop you off at your apartment, but he didn’t want to leave you alone and if it were up to him he would already take you to meet his parents, he was feeling kind of intense with you, truly believing there was a huge fire between you, but decided to give you your space since you wanted to relax after your first club experience. Chan couldn’t believe that maybe it was your first experience at all and he was giving it to you, it was driving him crazy. You talked by text, but he refused to ask you out via text having the opportunity to tell you in person while seeing your sweet face. But did he really have that chance?

Unfortunately that see you soon wasn’t so soon. Chan was losing his mind, the first week he took it lightly, he had forgotten one thing you were very serious about, weeks of exams and heavier work, so he understood your aloofness, every time he approached you after class was over it was the same. “Oh, I’ll go study with Sam, do you want to come?” “I’ll be busy studying,” “I have a project due.”

Chan would reject the offer to go with your friends because he felt shy. He wished that somehow it could just be him and you, together. But he finally got up the courage to meet your friend, and one thing he noticed was that you really took college seriously. You ended up exhausted and quiet, and he could only see you and have you from afar because, due to his bad luck, he never found time alone with you.

He was fine. He was trying to convince himself of that, that soon you could be together and he would not distract you in something he knows is very important for you just because of his silly dream of living a romance with you, of being able to kiss you and touch you, he was not a high school kid anymore, he understood perfectly that both of you were studying your professional career for your future.

But weeks went by and he was getting crazy and tedious, he needed you, it was enough just to try you twice, now you were a drug for him and he couldn't do anything, he couldn’t take you by the arm and take you to a place alone, separating you from your friend because he wanted to look like the sweet boy who was worth it when she was around.

At first it was sweet, when he sat next to you to supposedly study but didn’t memorize a single term for thinking about you, Chan would play with his pencil, watching you deftly type on your laptop and gently rub the bridge of your nose freeing them for a few seconds from the grip of your glasses, while he imagined a lot of cheesy things, like those married couples who usually say they met in college, taking you shopping, walking on the beach with you, to take your mind off all the work you were doing and de-stress a little.

However, something in him changed slightly, his looks were heavier and more penetrating, almost eating you with his eyes because it was evident that you were awakening even his greatest fantasies. He wondered how you didn't notice.

You were doing so well, you were so focused on your studies that sometimes you forgot the presence of those around you, that you almost forgot Chan. After that encounter you didn’t know what the next move was, you were a little scared so one of the perfect excuses was to always be busy, when in reality you cared so much about having so little experience. On the lonely nights, you wondered what if he wanted more -which you also wanted so badly- but he caught you being once again inexperienced, so besides physics you tried to study the great world of sex, reading and watching on the internet the perfect techniques, feeling insecure that maybe another college girl had already given him the best oral sex of his life and you were still scared.

Not only were the heavy and hectic exam weeks approaching, but Chan was starting to get busier with his soccer training so it wasn’t now possible to see you as often, even though he was losing his mind, you both had to get on with your lives.

Chan was so desperate, that like a man in distress, he asked for advice from one of his best friends who he knew would take him seriously on the matter of being genuinely interested in you.

“You fucked her and you haven’t asked her out on a date? Fuck off man, maybe she’ll think you definitely didn’t take her seriously.”

“Okay, you were supposed to help me Changbin, what the fuck was that?”

“I’m just telling the truth. Why did you wait so long? Even a simple dinner after your study sessions or something.”

“But I want it to be cuter and more perfect than that, plus I still keep her close and text her every day, she should know I’m serious.”

His friend softly shook his head.

“And why do you keep your distance, huh? Even the smallest, most improvised thing will be the most romantic thing when there’s something between you, stop being controlling for a moment.”

Chan laughed softly, continuing his walk around the campus.

“Seo Changbin, quite the romantic” Chan joked looking at him with a mischievous smile, “Since when are you an expert? Last I heard you are absolutely bitchless.”

Changbin raised his shoulders first feeling a compliment and then an attack, “Hey! fuck you, man, I’ll make my move with Chaeryeong soon, I swear” he joked, taking a drink of his water and suddenly pointing to the front. “Hey, isn’t that Y/n?” Chan looked at once to where his friend pointed, “Who’s she with?”

Chan’s smile collapsed in seconds and his mature ideology of leaving you and giving you your space ended when he saw you in the distance smiling shyly at a boy as you both sat on the grass under a tree.

“I’ll go talk to her. I’ll see you back at the house” Chan coldly warned Changbin to approach you without taking his eyes off you for a second.

Chan’s thoughts began to cloud over… why was a guy out of nowhere approaching you? Almost a month of not being able to be alone with you because you were creating excuses of which didn’t discourage him for a moment because Chan felt and saw in you that you still wanted to have him around… for a stranger to be sweetly sitting next to you as if you were about to have a nice picnic. Please be a gay guy, Chan thought internally.

You both immediately felt Chan’s presence in front of you, you felt something tender and sweet knowing it was him, you smiled being happy to see him…. but it was inevitable not to see him completely from that angle, you were sitting on the floor and he was in front of you, wearing comfortable and sporty clothes, from head to toe, every garment was black, sneakers, socks, his shorts and his black sleeveless shirt tight to his muscular body, his arms looked more toned, with his visible veins and his pale shoulders and neck shined slightly covered in his sweat; his big pectorals stood out as he had across his body his backpack. You tried to hide with a tender smile how incredibly turned on you were getting watching him from below with his perfect body and handsome sweaty face. You knew his schedule perfectly, he had just left the gym.

“Hey, Chan.”

“Hey,” he waved his hand in a fake high-pitched tone, “I was already on my way home so I was passing by the campus but I saw you.”

You let out a nervous giggle, quickly glancing back at his body, he looked so good. He put his hands on his hips and you appreciated his arms and fingers more…. his long veiny fingers, you needed him all of a sudden, watching porn at night trying to study a little about sex, which you knew wasn’t the most viable and the most true, it only made you arouse your sexual desire more, and more towards Chan, one of the best-looking guys in college and you could have him to yourself, you hadn’t been touched in weeks, you hadn’t had a nice interaction with him in a while, you needed him and missed him, you thought about it all the time but seeing him just like this unleashed in you a voracious appetite to have him.

“Ah, you just got out of the gym, right?”

He nodded, “And Sam?”

“Ah, she’s not here because I’m on my tutoring time.”

Chan ran his tongue along his cavity, annoyed. Thinking it was unbelievable that every time he was with you your friend was there but just now she was letting you have alone time but with another guy.

“Oh, I see. We haven’t met… I’m Bang Chan, by the way,” Chan addressed the guy to the side of you.

Chan got angrier that he couldn’t say anything else, that he couldn’t assert authority by introducing himself since there was nothing else to say, you and him were still friends and he couldn’t claim you as his girlfriend. He was jealous. Besides that the guy was an attractive guy, with straight black hair, a manly young face, pretty eyes, and a pronounced cute nose.

“Yang Jeongin.”

Jeongin watched Chan, intimidated and was surprised to see the confidence in which a very popular guy in a fraternity would approach you as he never believed you had that kind of friendships, he thought you were a pretty, sweet and tender girl studying physics, shy and nerdy.

“Oh, he’s a year younger than us, I’m teaching him a little.”

“Outside, like having a picnic? Why not in the study hall?” interrupted Chan, obviously annoyed.

His tone of voice shook you, he looked so attractive when it was obvious he was jealous. It was obvious that the two of you wanted each other intensely, why wait so long to meet again?

“Jeongin suggested lying in the grass for a bit, breathe some air…” you said somewhat shyly, looking into his dark, narrowed eyes.

You needed to touch that grass, how horny you were getting just looking at him wasn’t healthy. You wanted his cock in your mouth, you thought it must feel so good there.

“Oh, so you do whatever Jeongin suggests now?” he mumbled to himself, “I’ll see you later, okay? Don’t go home so late and anything, call me, please. Let me know when you’re home.”

Chan gave you a tender smile and delicately untangled your hair by passing it amicably over your head. You turned your head to watch him leave and hoped he wasn’t angry… besides one thing he would do would be to stay with you until Jeongin left. You sighed, you needed him and that friendly gesture only confused you more.

[…]

And without realizing it, time passed incredibly fast. A month had passed since the last time Chan had touched you, the last time the two of you shared something as intimate as a kiss or a hug. You were coping well, as you remembered him when you came home tired to your apartment and faintly thought about him until you fell asleep, but he was getting more and more desperate, he was finally dying to talk to you but somehow you were appearing less and less in his life.

You were still tutoring Jeongin two days a week - and earning money for it. Still Chan kept a close eye on him, as it was obvious that the boy was showing signs of a crush on you.

And you knew exactly that it had been a month because you were so preciously treasuring the date when you finally had sex. So for the first time you got a little distracted from class and saw him in the distance, his manly presence and beautifully sculpted side profile, you bit your lip, thinking that you should be the one to approach him now because you needed him and you couldn’t wait any longer.

When the class was over you wanted to go after him right away with no plan other than to talk to him, but he had already gone ahead in leaving the place, losing sight of him and leaving you with a strange feeling. Still, that didn’t discourage you, you would go looking for him later, so you had a plan. Finally the afternoon came, you knew the time when he finished his soccer practice, so you decided to surprise him by showing up there.

You felt strange, alone near the bleachers in the soccer field area, you bit your lip looking for Chan, and doubted if it would have been better to send him a message to know if he would be there.

Chan was just finishing his practice when he spotted you in the distance, a huge smile forming on his face. You felt strange, like all the little things you didn't experience in high school you were doing it now, like waiting for the cute guy after his soccer practice, but it was a thousand times better, at least now because the heavy projects, exams, and stressful life of a college student is not ideal, but it was better because you were both adults, Chan was all man who knew exactly what to do and the best part, you lived all alone, you had all the autonomy of your place, so that was exactly your plan, to invite him to your apartment to have some alone time again.

You saw him approach you and for a second you never thought you would be that kind of girl… but you were for Chan and it was worth it, he was cute with you by message and in real life.

“Hey there” Chan greeted you, surprising you and putting you in a good mood.

Once again, he was slightly drenched in sweat, making you nervous at how good he looked even like that, with his forehead vein popping. He was pleased and surprised to see you there, you wore a tender smile and shy presence so he deduced that it was a good thing, that the idea made him blush.

“Hey, Chan… what are you doing tomorrow?”

He was slightly out of breath, “You came all this way to find out?” he played a little, “Tomorrow? I’ll have the game, you have to come, remember?” he said without thinking and then he read your expression and how your slight intentions were off, so now he said more concerned, “Oh, but why? What's wrong?”

He suddenly feared that he had made a mistake, for the first time you showed up there near his space and he was not available, Chan reproached himself for his answer, but it was true that he could not miss the game, but if it was that you wanted to see him then he could dedicate the day before and after the event to you.

You didn’t want it to end like that, not all of a sudden, just resigning yourself. After all, you and Chan needed a very good reward for all the time you didn’t get to spend together, feeling each other’s touch, it was time to help each other and release the stress of the frustrating past weeks.

“Ah, yes yes yes. The game, I’ll be there. And what are you doing today…? Do you want to see a movie, have dinner, and stay at my place?” you mentioned the last sentence looking him in the eyes and almost seductively whispering the invitation.

It was Friday. For the first time, you postponed a project, all to spend more time with him. Chan raised his eyebrows and his smile widened. Wanting to think that there was a hidden message there and he just deciphered it. He was going to have you tonight and every hair on him rose in excitement.

“Aw… you’re inviting me to a sleepover?” he played, flirtatiously, slowly moving closer to you.

You nodded, shyly, “But bring your pajamas.”

He snickered.

“I will,” he replied, taking you after so long, by your waist, raising Chan's mood inexplicably at finally having you close, “Do you want me to pick up dinner when I go?”

He didn’t even know what he was talking about, he just wanted to have excuses to create time and hold your waist longer.

You shook your head, “No, let’s order when you’re at my place” you whispered, lost in him, you wanted to kiss him, so, so, so bad.

“It’s okay. How about if,” Chan checked his Apple watch for a second, “I get to your house at 7? I’ll go take a shower and be on my way.”

You nodded, humming in approval.

“Okay, baby… I see you, then” he whispered to you, both of you without the slightest intention of separating and creating tension.

But you played with him a little, waving goodbye and breaking the tension, you'd be about to see him.

For him, every second together, even with people around, was special, and he treasured it. But nothing compared to finally having your alone time, just you and him and whatever the night brings.

[…]

You were almost wandering around your apartment, thinking that everything is in order and you just kept wandering with uncertainty if what you had planned would work out or if it was a good thing to do, you looked down at your outfit, biting your lips a little nervously and before you could change your mind absolutely, the loud knock on your door almost startled you. Yes, you had given Chan absolute access to your apartment and yes, your plan was to act a little differently.

You mentally braced yourself before opening the door and just as you grabbed for your doorknob, you felt a little itch on the bridge of your nose, completely remembering that you were still wearing your glasses with your whole face with makeup on, you were supposed to wear your contacts but you were so used to the feeling of glasses in your eyes that you sometimes forgot they were there.

Finally, you opened it, leaving Chan breathless just like the last time, a little over a month ago, when he saw you wearing that tight black dress exactly standing behind your door frame, but this time you were wearing a tight and cute pink corset with a tight and tiny miniskirt and, your dirty little secret, was that you weren’t wearing anything underneath this one.

“Wow, you look… beautiful. What’s the occasion? Were you expecting us to go out somewhere?” he spoke, engrossed, looking you up and down.

You looked at Chan, you had no words to describe how much you liked him and how great he looked.

“Not really… I just wanted to dress like this” you replied letting it go, “Do you like it? Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything?”

“I love it” he replied, licking his lips and taking shy steps to the couch in your living room, “Mmm… a coke, it’s okay if you have any or just water.”

Chan left his bag in your foyer. You blushed. You could see his face and hear his soft tone perfectly as he complimented you. Chan almost trembled in nervousness. Seeing you like that just made him shy somehow. Finally being alone, not having touched you, and seeing you wearing something so sexy and provocative that he wasn’t even remotely used to seeing you wear didn’t help him much. He was getting more and more unhinged, but he had to play it cool.

He followed your walk to the kitchen with his gaze, looking slightly cheeky at your silhouette until he lost sight of you and he came across something so dazzling that he let out a soft sigh, the small sight of your bare bottom that barely covered that skirt as you swayed your hips. Chan stretched his arms out towards the couch, licking his lips again this time biting his tongue a little and returning his gaze to the front… thinking that seeing you like this could only have one reason - or at least he was looking forward to it - you were looking to seduce him that night, you were looking for his touch and for more sweet sex after so much; plus his dirty, dark thoughts were triggered by visualizing the image of you wearing tiny panties, a thong, or not wearing anything… or why your ass was exquisitely exposed, at least a small part of it. Chan loved it, loved the little seconds he saw of your ass that drove him crazy, he wanted to aggressively squeeze your skin with passion, making it red.

While you were only focused on one thing, act bolder, bolder, bolder, you wanted to drop the shyness for once and for all, you wanted to take Chan and have him do it too, you wanted to feel that spark between the two of you again and have him give you constant affirmation that what you feel is mutual and exclusive, you wanted him for yourself, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Walking without your panties on and approaching him to initiate something obviously more risqué, hot and sexual, was one of the bold moves you could think of, besides putting on a tight top that accentuated your figure, you wanted to be obvious, but none too much, but you hoped he would understand within seconds. You felt your folds slightly damp with every step you took and it was all thanks to Chan, who looked exquisite in his jeans, white shirt and thin denim jacket.

You bit your lip and gently plopped down on your couch dangerously close to him, handed him the can drink and turned your body, leaning your arm on the couch back and your bare thighs brushing against his, almost with your knees on top of them.

“So… any chance you can win the game tomorrow?” you commented somewhat amused to break the silence and the obvious sexual tension.

Chan’s gaze traveled from your thighs to your notorious chest through the corset to come to a fixed point on your face, killing him with tenderness as your radiant, sweet face, still wearing your glasses, made you look like a tender, sexy smart girl, which he was sure couldn’t be more true.

“Of course, we will win! Why do you say that? Hey, you’ll be there” he jokingly replied.

You laughed softly and watched his long fingers open the can, holding it up to take a sip of his soda. His strong neck—you needed him.

“Mmm… it’s just that we haven’t seen each other in so long," you added somewhat detachedly, engrossed in Chan. “well, we’ve seen each other often, but I guess it wasn’t the same, you know?”

Chan pressed his lips together, wiping any trace of the fizzy drink from his lips, and stared at you, his right hand held the can and with the fingertips of his other hand he began to gently trace random shapes on your thigh, delighting himself with your smooth texture.

“I understand perfectly…. we haven’t had this time alone, but all because of exam week, I know. How did it go, sweetheart?” he whispered, almost breathless and beginning to seduce you with every part of him, his voice, his gaze, everything.

You let yourself be carried away seconds by his touch before responding the same way he did.

“Ah, you know, I’ve been doing well, but it’s kind of stressful.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard, honey…”

You blushed again, more so when he spoke to you like that, seductively but with slight concern, over all.

“I know” you continued speaking softly, tilting your head and looking into his dark brown eyes. “But I need the scholarship, living alone near the college area is expensive.”

Chan gave you a half smile, slowly bringing his fine brushes up.

“Aw, baby, that thing about you not having a roommate doesn’t sit well with me. Let me be your roommate…”

You laughed, “You’re crazy” you lifted your arm to play a little with his jacket on his shoulder. “I’d love to, but my dad would kill me, plus you have to give up your fraternity, aren’t you the leader and you have a pact or something?”

He smiled and set the can down on the coffee table.

“Would you like me to live with you?” you nodded not thinking clearly, just thinking that having him around every day would be a dream. “So…? I can quit, they’ll put Hyunjin in my place” he played a little, still taking full advantage of the tension created.

You made an amused expression.

“Hyunjin? He’s not frat boy material, he’ll die on day one.”

The distance was getting closer and closer between the two of you, and you could feel the breathing of both. Chan ran his tongue around the inside of his lips in amusement.

“Huh, what does that mean? That I’m just a frat boy to you?”

You looked at him for a few seconds that seemed long, you analyzed every part of his face and being inches away from each other didn’t help anything but create more tension. You knew he was only joking with you, still, you replied seriously as you were seriously admiring him.

“No… of course you’re not just that. You’re much more than that… I’m sorry… that I’ve strayed a bit…”

He sighed, losing his sanity with every passing second, turned his body a little and put his arm gently over yours to play with your loose hair.

“It’s okay, I understand, honey, college is very important for you.”

But so was he and you couldn’t believe you completely brushed him aside. It was your time to remedy that.

“So... how about you, how were the exam weeks?”

“Good,” he replied simply. “Tired, stressful. I may need a little help for the next exams.”

Now he dropped his hand all the way down to your thigh, stroking it almost to your area, putting it under your tiny garment and squeezing your skin.

You both couldn’t stand it a second longer.

It was your chance to step up and act bolder.

“Mmm... you know I can help you...”

You whispered, his gentle hand squeezing your thigh and seeking even deeper into your sensitive spot. But in one deft movement, you sat gently on his lap, surprising him completely. Chan watched your expression, still with a hint of shyness on your characteristically tender face... but he noticed that there was something completely noticeably different about you, a soft, mischievous smile, beautifully heavy breathing and a lustful gaze begging for more and more.

When his confusion vanished from him, a smile formed and he enjoyed the weight of your body on his lap and began to caress your body.

“Of course, you know how to help me. Smart girl” he murmured close to your lips.

You felt his fresh breath and his big hands run over your waist all the way down to your thighs.

He knew then that you were the mastermind of this little plan, of summoning him there, of dressing provocatively to drive him crazy and of being the one to approach him. He loved it, found it adorable and so damn hot he was still softly hard.

“I missed you, hun” he whispered, taking you by the chin.

You smiled at him and enjoyed every second of what you anticipated the obvious that your heart began to race.

You thought a soft ‘me too’ but couldn’t say it out loud and just leaned in to kiss him.

Chan was surprised each time but accepted it and received your lips sweetly. Finally, after so long, you were enjoying each other.

Your lips met softly, in a delicate act of delighting in the sensation and movements of each other’s mouth, as if you were trying to remember every particle of that soft and delicate muscle. You adored Chan’s lips and kisses. You loved having him close, as did he, in which he enjoyed the warmth of your body on his and your velvety lips painted in soft lipstick.

Chan held your face and squeezed your thigh letting himself go, lost in the sensation of something he longed for and desired so much.

Your hands also went to his face, letting your fingers rest on his soft jaw that moved as he kissed you.

And being out of breath, you parted only short seconds, almost nonexistent centimeters only for you to whisper between his lips in amusement:

“This is the kind of help you need?”

Chan laughed softly, squeezed your thigh tighter, and moved further across to take your lips again, this time faster, frantic and desperate, his restless tongue struggling to find yours, his soft, fluffy lips sensually sucking at your mouth, you kept pace with him and you both released that deep frustration in your being, the abstinence, and desperation for both of you.

You both needed each other, the connection was irremediable. You were making him more and more excited and for you, having his strong and big body close to yours was making you crazy, his hands on you, his nose bumping against your face, your glasses slipping off, you were getting that aching and throbbing sensation in your sensitive clit that only Chan could achieve in you, your folds were wet, sticky, you were making a mess with only his passionate kisses.

It was inevitable for Chan not to start getting completely hard as he was feeling the intensity with which you were responding to him and he was understanding perfectly the situation that you both would let something sexual happen. You, on the other hand, felt his erection bump against your ass as you were sitting right on top of him, you wanted him so badly that almost by reflex you began to move gently to feel his hard cock between the denim of his jeans, causing a soft gasp to come from his lips in between the kiss. Chan continued to stroke your thigh until he reached under your tiny skirt looking to play with your panties, but to his surprise, he found the fine touch of only your skin, you were not wearing panties and the thought made his cock throb.

“Mmm, fuck baby, you’re not wearing panties” he murmured sultrily between your lips, finding a way to abruptly spread your legs apart to pinch and rub your clit. “Like you’re getting your little pussy ready for me to play with.”

You blushed and yet you didn’t stop moving gently on him, you parted but were still with your faces pressed together, feeling each other’s agitated breathing, Chan bit his lip, running his fingers over your soft vaginal lips, letting them enfold your wetness without abandoning the tantalizing movements on your clit with his thumb.

You were so aroused, moaning softly at finally being touched in your much-needed area, you turned your face letting your cheek brush against his nose, and admired his strong veiny arm getting lost in your core; you were flailing and increasingly making a mess but you wanted to act bolder, you wanted to make up for all the times you couldn’t do it and felt you were pushing him away, so you wanted to be the one to take a little initiative and not get completely carried away with something Chan was starting.

“Ch-chan, I want to make you feel good…” you whimpered.

“And you do honey, don’t you? I love playing with your pussy” he whispered in your ear, this time with his fingertips superficially teasing your entrance. “Don’t you like it? God, you’re so fucking wet already.”

“Yes-yes, I do like it.”

“You’ve been stressed, let me take care of you, sweetie.”

Chan was beginning to tease you, his fingers not fully entering all the way to your sweet spot, his thumb tantalizing your clit, you were hopelessly desperate for something stronger, but you didn’t want him to do all the work.

You turned to see him again, his face was focused, his gaze dark and bright with desire; this was your chance, you had to act and stop being shy, do exactly what you wanted and what you wanted was also to provoke him a little. You smiled at him shyly but mischievously, you stirred and found a way to get out of his touch to quickly turn your body, turning your back to him, you held onto his knees and with your red face covered in slight embarrassment but lost in sexual desire, you began to move your hips, slowly and sensually over his crotch. Chan was completely surprised, but he let himself go, realizing your little attempts driving him crazy. Something in him was starting to take over, he found it so hot but tender the way you were surprising him more and more, and suddenly the immense and incredible desire to possess your body, to have you panting and exhausted asking for more.

Chan caressed your back, enjoying the pornographic sight of having your appetizing ass, half-visible through your short skirt, grinding on his cock; he bit his lip and in a desperate move roughly lifted your entire skirt to leave visible your ass and a small part of your exposed labia brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. You gasped, shaking your head and getting impatient, the rough fabric put a tingle in your core and every inch of you that was hard to breathe, you felt the stays of your corset tighten your skin, you longed to fuck him all at once.

“Aw, baby girl’s putting on a show, look at you, like a big girl, fuck, yes, keep doing it, baby” Chan moaned smugly with a rough voice and a cocky grin on his face that you couldn’t appreciate, ”You want to make me cum like this, don’t you, baby doll?”

You didn’t answer, your mind was occupied with the friction in your pussy that lightly battered your core. Your body burned with pleasure and slight embarrassment, you were adjusting to this new version of you but it was comforting to hear Chan's soft gasps and grunts indicating he was enjoying it. Grinding, a tiny lap dance, it was all new to you but you were making your mess in his cloth, pressing your pussy hard on him, managing to stimulate yourself more and more as Chan was having the fucking time of his life. He pulled his hands away from you for a second and watched your hips and ass move, fantasizing about having your pussy around his cock and you riding him exactly with that delicious sequence of movements.

Chan caressed your ass, going to his mind how beautiful it looked, so docile and submissive going in back and forth over his crotch, he squeezed your skin and the incredible desire to dominate you came back to him, like a strong, desperate charge in him. Chan held your hips tightly, lifting your body and forcing you to stop.

“Stay still” he ordered in his harsh voice, he delicately ran a finger between your folds drawing a sigh from you and began to caress your buttocks, “Your skin is so soft, princess…” he squeezed your ass, ”I love your ass, it's so cute… and easy to mark….. I know you're a good girl and can take them all.”

And unexpectedly, your first spanking, made you squeal and flinch in shock.

“You like it don't you, huh? Who knew that the smartest little girl of the class is actually a little whore who enjoys being spanked.”

And Chan continued, spanking you 10 times in all, fascinated with the idea of being the only one who could fucked you up like that, from the sight of your red ass with his hand imprinted on your skin. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, clutching at his knees, you couldn't even stop him, you had loved it, your whimpers and the sound of your skin being pounded filling your apartment, but your ass burned in pain, each spanking had been more intense than the other that you began to tear up slightly, almost like your pussy, wetting the inside of your thighs.

Chan grabbed your hips again, pulling you roughly against his lap again, you moaned at the friction on your ass. You whimpered a soft fuck.

“Keep grinding my cock, baby girl, give me a little show with your beautiful red ass.”

You kept doing it, not sure who could cum first, you wanted to but you were only overstimulating yourself and making your labia more sensitive with the constant friction. You adjusted your glasses and thought about how desperately you needed him so in one swift movement you turned your body, bringing your hands to the buttons of his pants, taking him by surprise.

“What are you doing, princess? Who let you boss yourself around?”

You looked into his eyes and he managed to intimidate you, something about him was so different from the last few times you'd done it, he was making you nervously excited, making your legs tremble. Chan leaned his body, getting closer to you and a smug smile formed on his face as your eyes looked shiny, your cheeks red and your makeup a little messed up. Messed up just how he wanted to have you tonight. You stood still, your hands in the waistband of his jeans; you swallowed nervously and with some embarrassment, you wanted to express your whole truth:

“I want to… feel you” you said in a trembling voice and retracted in seconds, remembering that you were going to leave your shyness behind, “I need you, Chan. I want to feel your cock, I want to fuck you.”

You sounded not needy but sincere and excited, your voice deepening, surprising your lover. Chan bit his lip, never believing you would say that sort of thing, as if the words cock and fuck were taboo coming out of your mouth, dirty and improper; his cock throbbed hard again, finding your dark lustful gaze behind your glasses fucking hot, making him uncontrollably horny to hear you talk like that no matter how immature it sounded… you were his sweet, tender, studious girl, now talking about how much you wanted his cock. It was one of his dirty dreams.

“Then come and get exactly what you want like a bad girl getting away with it.”

You blinked somewhat uncertainly, but with a mischievous smile you pulled down his pants and underwear with a little of his help until they were down to his calves. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of his well-erect cock, twitching as if it had a life of its own, you were scared and excited, thinking it even looked bigger since the last time you fucked. Chan groaned, feeling the release of his aching cock and the sound of him made you look into his eyes, his perfect slitted eyes radiating desire and his countenance and complexion exuding dominance and control. Before you could act, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto his lap.

“Make you cum on my cock, princess” his cock lightly pressed against his abdomen, throbbing in pleasure, you looked up at him, accepting your fate and thinking you were going to fuck him like that so you took his length, settling him at your entrance, but he stopped you, “Not like that, not yet, grind on it until you cum like the little slut you're behaving.”

You watched him from the arc of your glasses and positioned his thick cock between your folds, filling them completely, finally bringing the two warm sexes together which caused more than one sigh from both of you.

“Oh Chan” you whimpered and held onto his strong, broad shoulders.

You felt his length on your slick labia, opening your folds wide and rubbing your clit, grinding your wet sex hard against his until you felt every pulsation, it felt so good sliding in that you were making a mess again, this time you were more breathless, panting and feeling your orgasm close. You were eager, agitated and beginning to see stars; you looked down, your pussy hugging his veiny cock, playing with the sensitivity of his skin, his handsome manly face in pleasure as he babbled leaning back on the couch, his hands were on your hips, and you closed your eyes every now and then pushing yourself over the edge.

“Aw, baby, come on, you're going to cum on my cock? Do you like it? Tell me when you're about to cum.”

You gasped loudly in response, it was more than obvious, that what started as slow, sensual movements enjoying every second of the act turned into something faster, frantic, and desperate, looking for the release of your orgasm. Chan felt close as you began to move rapidly into him.

“Ch-channie, I'm about to, to… ah.”

“C'mon you can do it, hun, fuck, I'm close too.”

You panted, burying your hands in his shoulders, sighing heavily until you puffed out your chest and pressed them against your tight corset, when then you felt the intense release that made you embrace him, breathing in his scent as your lower half reacted violently making a mess and twitching its muscles in desperation. Chan cum almost at the same time as you did, making it filthy poetic, covering your folds and your couch in his semen, you experienced his restless cock collapsing in you and Chan cursing as he painfully felt each release spurting out of him after he had held it long enough.

You were both agitated, you were recovering but you were sure that your night was not going to end there. While you were still with your body leaning on his, Chan suddenly unzipped your corset, you pulled away from him to look at him and he was already sliding the garment down your arms to remove it and you let him do it, leaving you with your hard nipples and bare breast. He bit his lower lip beginning to caress them again entering your endless cycle of pleasure, it had been so long without having each other that you were both aware that your first orgasm was just almost a little warm-up, but you were so aroused by the intensity of it even though it wasn't the main act. Chan leaned close to your ear, whispering:

“Stand up, now.”

Tired, you obeyed him without a second thought, Chan did the same; you smiled happily at him, finding him adorable, despite being in the dirty act, his countenance and the fact that you were together enjoying each other was lovely, so you impulsively sought his lips, wanting to feel him again, you did so for a few short seconds but he didn't follow your act and instead surprised you with his hand on the back of your neck tugging your hair slightly to pull you away from him.

“You think I haven't noticed how much of a whore you've been acting… from the moment I got here… walking around with no underwear on… I think you've been a very, very bad girl.”

You watched him, his arm holding your hair looked so appealing and his kind of behavior excited every part of you, as if he wanted to assert authority and you were about to give in completely. You liked this Chan and you were just hoping for more intense sex by continuing to be treated like this.

“I just… wanted to stop being shy, like you said. Being a bad girl is asking for your cock?” you played, looking at him with big, bright eyes in false innocence.

His cock throbbed again, you were hitting him right in his most sensitive spot, your sweet naivety and innocence, it was obvious now you wanted to experience something harder and he was about to give it to you.

“I hope you know how bad girls are treated, provocative little sluts like you… they are treated for exactly what they are. On your knees now.”

Chan had fantasized about his cock in your mouth so many times that today was the perfect occasion when you were both needy and open to so many things because of the abstinence you had. Just when it was obvious you wanted to be used and he couldn't miss the opportunity.

You played with his shirt before getting on your knees, indicating that you wanted him to remove his clothes and he understood your subtle message, taking off his jacket and shirt, leaving you drooling at the sight of his muscular abdomen and erect cock in front of your face once you were on your knees. Your heart pounded.

“Take it all, little slut, use it like you know how, I want to fill your whole mouth with me” Chan moaned, watching you from above, taking your hair in a fist.

You had stopped being brave for a second and rose to look at him as you held his erection. He read your docile expression, your bright eyes in a gaze he knew well and adored with a mad passion, your look of uncertainty and innocence.

“Take it, baby girl, use your mouth and hands. You'll do fine.”

Chan smiled, grabbing his erection and running it down your cheek and around your lips. You stuck out your tongue, tasting his pink glans, running your tongue around his opening to taste every drop of his previous cum and his oozing pre cum, as if you were scooping a delicious ice cream. His taste and sensation filled every inch of you and with a little more confidence, you licked his entire warm, pulsating, wet length, still having room to feel him between your hands and stroke his cock. You were so excited and thrilled to explore absolutely everything about oral sex that you did your best to wrap your lips over his member to have absolutely the whole experience, you licked and licked, following his veins around it, reveling in the pulsing sensation of his needy sex and the gasps of an also needy Chan.

“That's right, baby, you're doing great, fu-fuck, play with my balls a little too” Chan whimpered.

Your ears twitched, almost thinking, oh, I'd forgotten and your hands massaged his sensitive soft testicles, not sure what you were doing but you licked them a little as you'd seen it was something that could be done, earning you from Chan a muffled moan and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, you're a naughty girl. Now put it in your mouth, come on, baby girl. Open your mouth.”

You salivated at his thick, raspy voice and did just as he commanded, his length filling your cavity and rubbing against the inside of your cheeks. You gasped with your mouth full, it felt so good in a way. In and out of you, enveloping your tongue and lips. Chan watched you, your gaze behind those glasses, your delicate mouth filled with his member were taking him to heaven, like never before, in a way it looked so dirty coming from you, on your knees with your breasts exposed and your mouth drooling and hands occupied with his big cock, Chan wanted to treasure the moment forever, besides the sensation that rocked the deepest in him, it was the best oral sex he had ever had and all because it was you giving it to him. You held onto his thighs, caressed his pubic skin and brought your hand up to touch his abs a little. Chan guided you gently, pushing your head and you found the perfect rhythm, bobbing your head, it was hot the first few moments, but desperately hot the next, your nose and eyes started to get sensitive, your jaw ached but it was worth every second.

Chan loved the slight imperfection of your act, but stopped being soft and tender as he said to you:

“I'm going to fuck your throat until it hurts to talk, baby girl.”

He started thrusting, you didn't even get a chance to whine fighting that it was too big, when he answered himself.

“You can take it, you can do it-fuck.”

His erection was reaching further and further down your throat, it brushed your uvula and for a second you felt embarrassed for your gag reflex but he continued to thrust until he reached a point you didn't think possible in your throat. You watched him, your eyes begging for mercy but he took no pity on you and began to fuck your throat and mouth, ramming you until you were sore. You squeezed your legs together, feeling your fluids slipping from how uncontrollably aroused you were. It felt so good, so wrong, your poor mouth being abused your first time. Chan grunted and whimpered, turning him on the image of you struggling with his big cock.

“Fuck, you're taking it so good. I'm about to cum” a high pitched moan escaped his lips, “Yes, yes-yes-yes- fuck” he began to babble.

Tears began to flow out of you again… thinking if it was that desperate and hot your pussy felt on its own. You could taste his orgasm, his pumping cock getting closer and closer until he cummed in your mouth, choking you a little once again. Chan grunted loudly, putting his head back and returned to pull his cock out of your mouth and messily left shots of his cum on your face. You took a deep breath and not knowing what exactly to do you swallowed heavily his cum and smiled proudly.

“Fuck, baby girl, did you swallow it? Good girl. Look at you.”

Chan stroked your already tousled hair, pushing the stuck hair away from your forehead by your light layer of released sweat. He took his cock in his other hand and kept rubbing it on your face, proud to have left you in such a state. Needy, messed up with cum on your sweet face.

“Good girl. Come here, sit on the couch, it's your turn.”

You nodded and obeyed him with a silly, deluded smile on your face, you were happy to please him and felt the night had no end. Chan now undressed himself, freeing himself of his jeans and underwear and got down on his knees in front of you, he removed your skirt, leaving you vulnerable and naked, for the first time in front of him.

“You are beautiful. I want to make you mine” he whispered.

He moved closer to your face, you playfully bit your lip, from every angle and distance he was so attractive to you that, still delusional you held his face in your hands as he tentatively kissed you, his hand again playing with your pussy. His lips moved down and you caressed the curls of his hair as he did the same act he did the first time you were together, sizzling kisses down your body until he reached your sensitive cunt. He feasted on your breasts and nipples before he got down there and kissed your skin and clit, driving you wild.

“Use your words, little girl, what do you want now?” he asked, his hands squeezing your thigh, his breath on your pussy.

You didn't think about it, “Chan, please…eat my-pussy. I need it.”

“You need it?” he chuckled softly.

He admired the sight of your swollen, wet pussy, it was going to be a pleasure to taste you, and he adored it. He slapped moderately hard on your vulva making it more flushed, flinching you and finally, his lips encircled your pubis and part of your labia to suck exquisitely on your clit. You moaned, still stroking his hair.

“Mmm, Channie-”

You lost your mind as soon as he rubbed his face on your clit, shaking his head. This time he focused on your sensitive spot, playing with your folds, spreading and joining them in constant motion stimulating you while his mouth and tongue tortured your clit, biting, sucking, and teasing it with movements with the tip of his tongue, staring at you as he made you lose your mind.

You arched your back, Chan knew you were close, he stroked your clit with his finger and lowered his mouth to the rest of your vulva making you whimper, sloppy licks with his thick, warm, naughty tongue across your labia, sucking them until he reached your throbbing entrance. You were so close again and Chan began to penetrate you with his tongue, pressing his nose into another sweet spot of yours in the process. You babbled his name in a desperate search to climax your ecstasy.

“Cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth, baby-make a mess” his voice vibrated in your core and earned with it the intense mess of your orgasm.

Chan licked your orgasm, making you shudder. You were tired, your limbs trembling. The excitement was already a pleasurable burden on your body and with Chan, there was still no end to it.

“Your pussy is so swollen and beautiful baby girl, it's all ready for me to fuck you.”

You looked him in the eye and didn't protest, “Come on,” he gasped as he carried you and you let yourself be hold by him to your bed to lay your naked body on it.

You were hoping for the best, to finally be filled by him, even though you knew it was going to hurt because of his size, the feeling was hotly indescribable, it was what you wanted all along, to be fucked by him. The foreplay had been intense, your body was already tired but you thought you were ready for the last act. Chan positioned himself, stroking his erect cock and leaned down, his thumb wiping the rest of cum on your face, then sliding and inserting his finger into your mouth.

You needed him now. Your mind forgot about the existence of condoms in your drawer, you wanted Chan to fuck you at once. Chan smiled, his lips glistening for your orgasm.

He pulled his finger away from your mouth and sweetly took your lips, tasting a bit of the other and gradually raised the tone of the kiss until he left you breathless with your lips swollen, begging for more of the feel of his lips with yours.

“I'll make you mine, my cum in your mouth and everywhere. I'm going to fill your tight little pussy up, baby.”

Your body trembled in excitement, you couldn't resist it anymore, and you almost begged in supplication, following his game.

“Chan, please fuck me I want your cum inside me. I need your cum inside me so bad.”

He went back to playing with his thumb around your mouth.

“Look at you, baby girl, begging and saying please when I'm going to fuck you hard. Break you in two. I won't be gentle.”

He sentenced, fulfilling his words and ramming his cock violently into your pussy, opening wide your entrance and causing you to scream. Chan admired the bulge formed in your belly, running his thumb finely over your skin. He was deep inside you, ramming into your cervix, filling every space of your walls. You whimpered but his pumping sex had never felt better, pulsing, warm and wet, living the full experience of his veins being squeezed through your walls. Chan first used you, to you adjust to his size, taking you by the waist and using your body, manipulating it with ease and roughness sliding on his cock.

He admired his member being consumed by your entrance, your tightness choking him and his tip pounding to your limit.

“Cha-channie, please” you whimpered in pain and pleasure, still wanting to make a mess of his cock. “God, you feel so good.”

Sounds of your soaked pussy colliding with his dick began to make themselves present.

“So-fucking tight, baby girl, fuck, fuck.”

When Chan sensed that you were adjusting, which wasn't quite true, he began to move, ramming you bestially, moving his hips in a rhythm, bumping your skin, and releasing every frustration in you. You whimpered and embraced him as soon as he leaned into you, his skin rubbing and teasing your clit with each deep thrust. You dug your nails into his back and clamped your legs closely together to his body, once again apart from the sizzling pain in your pussy, the burning pain in your belly indicated another successful and intense orgasm with Chan appeared.

Chan cursed at the feel of it, the muscles of your spongy walls clenching him and your grip on him growing tight, your nails marking his pale skin and broad back, never ceasing to pound into you and babbling in the stars, close to your ear.

“Cha-chan, please, I'm gonna cum...”

“Do it, baby, fuck, cum.”

You arched your back in pain, rolled your eyes because he was hitting your sweet spot before climaxing, squealed getting restless, and collapsed under his body with every muscle in your vagina acting on his constantly moving cock. Chan moaned and did not stop thrusting you until he reached his orgasm. After short moments you again climaxed more gently, but intensely for him.

“Fuck-mmm, baby, fuck, I'm gonna fill you up. I'm gonna make you mine forever ahh-”

He grabbed your neck without choking you and cum intensely deep inside your core, leaving his member sensitive, satisfied, and used. Chan slid his cock out of you, leaving you with the sensation of a huge emptiness combined with the tingle of your muscles collapsing and his cum spurting out of your hole. He rested his cock on your belly, still climaxing loudly, rubbing his aching cock with his hand and leaving more cum on your skin. His orgasm was long and wonderful and managed to make him exhausted and shaken.

Chan dropped his body to the side of yours, seeking your closeness and comfort, hugging you and hiding his face in your chest.

“Holy shit, baby, that was amazing. Did you like it? I'm tired, but I can fuck you like that every fucking day.”

You were surprised that he was with his face tenderly hidden in your chest, hugging you, but you accepted it with a smile and started stroking his hair. Both of you breathing heavily.

“I loved it, Chan.”

“Me, too, sweetheart” he lifted his face to look at you, his tone was softer and his sweet gaze now reflected sweetness and almost seeking affection, you were impressed by the incredible change. “I hope I wasn't so hard on you, next time we can change, you can tell me anything...”

“I loved it” you interrupted him.

“Doesn't your cute ass hurt anymore?” he pouted adorably, his hands traveling to your butt to caress it.

You shook your head, laughing softly. He looked so tender as if he hadn't moved your guts less than five minutes ago. His eyes sparkled and he looked so soft with his curly hair falling down his forehead.

“Okay” he smiled, “I needed this. I needed you” he caressed your waist. “Can I ask you one thing now?”

Post sex was making you drowsy, you were tired and the warmth of Chan's body felt so good.

“Mmm?” you hummed.

“Let's go out... on dates, let me get to know you more and more. I want to make you my girlfriend, y/n. I want to be your boyfriend” Chan spoke, sweet and needy.

Sleepiness left your body and your heart raced as it was everything you had dreamed of all along... you finally knew he meant it. You looked at him, blinking softly.

“And I want to be your girlfriend, Chan.”

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angelyuji · 3 months ago

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more yan!nolan x yan!debbie x gn!reader because i want to partake in an eiffel tower with them (me inbetween)

i wasn’t sure if i should write mark into this ngl like how old would he be, this obvi takes place before season 1, so i was like ???teen mark???baby mark??? but then i was like… this would be more interesting if i show everythinggg so lemme do that ig

tw // kidnapping, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!!!!, noncon/dubcon, exhibitionism, shitty smut in the middle and end (sorry im still awk as hell writing smut :P)

18+!!!!!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!

it took you a while to convince them you wouldn’t do anything stupid (i mean, omni-man is watching your every move, so how could you).

but once you’ve settled down, and stopped crying and screaming, complying with all of debbie and nolan’s requests, they had let you upstairs.

“good morning,” debbie places a kiss to your temple as she serves breakfast. mark babbles in his high chair, reaching out for his food and a kiss from his mom. debbie smiles and showers him with her love. you silently watch the exchange, knowing what could happen if you make a fuss in front of mark. you feel a weight in your stomach, not letting you eat. the smell of the syrup and butter almost makes you gag.

“everything alright?” you jolt as you hear nolan behind you. he places his hands on your shoulders, a reminder.

“y-yeah. everything’s… fine.” you silently start to eat as nolan moves to his wife.

“(y/n), sweetheart, can you feed mark? i need to finish up breakfast before nolan leaves.” debbie calls out from the stove. you watch nolan start to help debbie and you look towards the front door, “(y/n)?”

“…sure.” you swallow and move closer to the baby. mark lets you feed him, happily playing along with you. you stroke his hair as he finishes his food, “you’re a cutie, aren’t you?” you gently pinch his cheeks and mark lets out a loud giggle at the feeling.

“you’re really good with him.” nolan sounds proud, watching the two of you, and the feeling comes back.

“i guess…” you move away from mark and he frowns, bottom lip quivering. debbie comes back with more food right as mark starts to wail.

“here nolan, you and (y/n) finish up while i take care of mark.” debbie leaves, cooing at mark as he reaches out to you. the two of you eat in silence, with you forcing the breakfast down and nolan watching your every move. debbie comes back with mark, dressed in new clothes.

a blast of air almost knocks you over as nolan comes back in full uniform, “i expect you to behave while i’m gone, (y/n). i don’t want to be disappointed on your first day upstairs.” you shakily nod and nolan smiles, “good.” he bends down to press a kiss to your head. you hear debbie and mark wish him goodbye, nolan whispering something to her as he kisses her goodbye.

the rest of your day passes smoothly, with you helping debbie around the house and playing with mark when she worked.

“h-how about we take mark to the playground? it might be nice for him to get some fresh air…” you test the waters occasionally, “it… it would also be nice if i could get some sun too.” you lean on the counter where debbie sits, resting your hand on her arm.

debbie looks over from her laptop, eyes searching your face. she sighs, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “oh i’m not sure, sweetheart.” she looks at you, saddened, “maybe tomorrow, we can all go on a family trip.” she smiles, patting your face gently. you nod, trying to hide your dismay.

you put mark to bed, you play with mark, you feed him and change him

you start to become more of a third parent to him

with mark liking you more, nolan and debbie start to trust you more

“really?” you straighten in surprise, barely hiding your glee. nolan looks over his newspaper and chuckles at your voice.

debbie continues, “mark hasn’t seen a beach before, so it’ll be fun to get him used to things like that. plus,” she gets close to you, “i know our baby wants to go out and feel some sun too.” she tilts your head with a finger to press her lips to yours. you melt into her, letting her touch comfort you. you could feel her tongue against your bottom lip, but before your body could betray you, debbie pulls away. she winks at nolan shifting in his chair.

freaky time at the beach cuz im freaky like that

you lay in the sun in the swimwear that nolan had bought you, leaning back on your hands. you watch as the three of them splash around in the water and let your eyes drift, watching the strangers far away from you. the two of them had chosen a spot away from onlookers, and taking a glance towards the parking lot, far from the car. you consider what would happen if you ran. ‘no, too far away, nolan would grab me before i even made it to the cars.’

“penny for your thoughts?” nolan’s deep voice pulled your attention back.

you pull your legs up, resting your head against your knees. “nothing interesting.” you mutter.

“are you sure.”

‘can this asshole read minds? jeez.’ “yeah, i’m sure.” you look back towards debbie and mark, mark giggles wildly as she splashes him, gently. nolan takes a seat next to you. he pats his lap, gesturing to you. you look around, “th-there could be people watching.”

“so?” he quirks an eyebrow at you, puzzled by your attitude. he doesn’t wait for a response, easily pulling you by the waist into his lap. “i knew you would look good in this,” his hands squeeze your thighs, moving back to your waist, “and debbie says i have no taste in fashion.” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. you try to shift away, but nolan grips your waist tighter, “i don’t think you wanna move like that, (y/n), it’s only going to make things harder.” he chuckles to himself. you relent, leaning back against his chest. you close your eyes with the warmth of his skin on your back and the sun against your face. “keep your eyes closed for me.” nolan whispers into your ear as he starts to move you against him.

“nolan wait-”

his grip on your waist hurts as he hisses, “don’t make a scene in front of mark and debbie. this is your only warning, (y/n).” you nod, and his hold on you loosens.

he keeps rocking you against him and you could feel him getting harder against you. you clutch his arms as he starts to move his hips in time with yours. as nolan grinded into you, you couldn’t help but whimper at his touch. you try to squeeze your eyes and dig your nails into his skin, trying to ignore the thought of strangers leering at you, watching as you were getting close to falling apart in one of your kidnapper’s arms.

“(y/n)! nolan! are you guys ready for lunch?” debbie’s voice forces nolan to still. nolan moves you aside as debbie comes over to put mark into your lap. “hold on to him for me, sweetheart.”

you nod, letting mark cuddle closer to you, “hey markie, you liking the beach?” he giggles as you pinch his cheeks. your eyes drift back to watch nolan whisper into his wife’s ear. she bites back a smile, looking over to you. your peaceful beach day was ruined as shame crept into your skin.

debbie and nolan start to trust you more, but not enough to leave you alone in the house.

debbie starts to take you with during errands and when she takes mark to the playground.

it felt nice, getting out of the house.

“god, i’m gonna be late.” you finish making debbie’s coffee, leaving it on the counter for her to take to work. “shit- NOLAN. TAKE MARK TO SCHOOL PLEASE.” she grabs her coffee and presses a kiss to your lips, “i’ll be back a little late, could you tell nolan to pick up from the preschool?” you nod and she kisses you once more before darting out to her car, without bothering to close the door. you blink and she’s gone, nolan replacing her with mark in his arms.

he looks around frantically, trying not to jostle mark. “sweetie, do you know where mark’s-”

you interrupt nolan, “here, i packed everything already. and debbie told me to tell you that you need to pick mark up cause she’s going to be late.” you smile with the bag in hand. nolan sighs.

“thank you, (y/n). what would do without you…” he presses a kiss to your lips before grabbing the bag. “oh, i need to run some errands for the house and i have some stupid meeting about the book-” he waves a hand, annoyed, “-so, i’ll be back a little late too. go ahead and have lunch without me.” he takes off with mark through the back, leaving you alone.

you sit down, exhausted from the normal chaos. you enjoy the silence in the house after being left alone. your eyes fall on the open front door and you sigh, “gosh, debbie…” you walk over, hand ready to close it when you pause. it’s open. for the first time since you were brought here, they left the door open. “is… is this a trap?”

if this was set-up by nolan and you run, you’ll lose the freedom you earned from them.

if this was an accident… you have time. time to run and never be found.

but what if you are found, omni-man would be hunting for you. he will find you.

you could hear your heart beat faster; you couldn’t breathe. this could be your only chance.

stockholm syndrome had taken root in you a long time ago. the couple had already molded you into their perfect plaything. you just hadn’t realized it until that day.

“(y/n)? what’re you making?” mark drops his bag on the couch.

“hey, markie. i’m just getting started on dinner. not hanging out with your friends today?” you smile as mark comes over to lean on your back. you feel him cringe at the pet name.

“nooo, they’re all busy. dad back from space yet?” his voice is muffled with his face pressed in your back.

“no, your mom said cecil doesn’t expect him to be back for another couple days, but cecil doesn’t know your dad like we do.” you chuckle to yourself. you turn around, letting mark properly hug you. “you should get started on your homework before dinner.” you give him a kiss on the head and mark leans into your touch.

“ughhh, can’t i just help you with cooking? i’d rather help my parents out than do homework.” mark mumbles into your shoulder.

you laugh, holding him closer, “oh my sweet markie,” you hear a muffled response at the name, “go finish your work and we can go a family movie night or something.” he pulls away from you with a pout. you pinch his cheeks and he grumbles.

“alrighttt, but i get to pick the movie.” he shoots you a fake glare and you nod with a laugh.

you helped raise mark since he was a baby, so you really are a third parent to him

he didn’t really understand the nature of your relationship with nolan and debbie, so they waited to really explain stuff when he get a little older.

when nolan explained to mark what actually happened in the beginning, he talked to you after his parents left

asking if you were happy and if you needed help, but by that point, you were too far gone

you just nod and say of course, but tell him to never mention to his parents what he asked you

debbie’s moans were music to your ears as you licked up her slit. you could feel nolan’s finger press into you, “god, (y/n), it’s like you get tighter no matter how many times i stretch you out.” you moan at the feeling, but debbie uses a hand to keep your head between her legs.

“don’t distract-” you cut debbie off, your tongue pressing against her clit. she moans and grinds onto your tongue, using you for her pleasure.

“relax for me, angel.” nolan grunts as he presses into you. you moan, unable to move, sandwiched between the two. before long, you were getting manhandled by both of them. nolan’s hands squeeze your hips as he pistons into you; debbie’s legs crush your head as she keeps you caged. all you could do was let them use you, letting yourself drown in pleasure.

they like to switch it up sometimes, but usually they’re both using you or tying you down to watch them make out

they used to do that in the beginning, since you were so “unruly”, and they liked seeing you squirm :)

anyway, these freakmeisters are into a lot of freak shit so don’t be surprised if there’s a weekend getaway to some cabin in the woods while mark is staying over at william's, and they end up fucking you against a tree

or going to some nice hotel and making you go down on them in the pool

idk they’re freaky as hell

i can imagine a lot of things…. writing it is a whole other issue lolol

this got too long… bye <3

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glossykissies · 5 months ago

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scott when babygirl!reader can't come out of her subspace,,,and he needs her to be a "big girl"

it was scott’s fault.

he was the one that fucked you through the morning into the afternoon, broke you down into the finest components of your very being until you were uncontrollably crying after cumming, your fellow ‘coworker’ having to bathe you and baby you back into a mellow subspace where you were a lot more at peace. you take heavy breaths with your head on his chest as you watch your show. you suck his thumb. you wear his tshirt. you don’t want him to move, ever.

but he has to — and he knows it’s gonna be hell. he went to take a call in the hallway which was already a nightmare, hearing your whimper from the living room when he was gone for more than three minutes and eventually the padding of your socks on sleek wooden floors to find him, tugging at his clothes to get him to come back to you. he feels awful when he places both hands on your shoulders after hanging up, staring down at you.

“hey, i need you to focus up okay?” he croons and you blink, lashes still all wet and sticky and clearly not a thought behind those eyes. he sighs, pressing his lips together.

“mad at me.” comes the smallest voice and he shakes his head, pressing more weight into his hands on your shoulders as if in attempts to ground you harder.

“no. not mad at you, just need you to listen.”

you nod, which is good enough for him.

“my boss has called me in. i know it’s a sunday, but he’s — look, he’s fucking pissed. bunch of reporters got ahold of our research before we’ve been able to verify everything and i gotta go down there n’do some damage control. you can stay here, long as you like — okay, but i can’t be here.” he tries to make it as clear as possible, but your eyes are hazy again and you’re pulling him back toward the couch. “baby.” he warns, and once realising that the nickname might be counter productive he clears his throat and calls you by your name.

you stop, turning to him in confusion like it was the first time you’d ever heard him call you by your birth name and he shifts sympathetically albeit uncomfortably impatiently on his heels.

“i have to go.” scott presses his hands together.

“no.” you whimper, shaking your head with a reaching hand, fingers craving his touch. he places a hand over yours and lowers it, raising his eyebrows seriously.

“yes. i will be back later.” his eyes start to look around, and he’s searching for something that’s not you — shoes, he needs shoes to leave. your breathing picks up, stuttering like you’re going to cry and he marches over to you, taking your face in his hands, visibly stressed but using his last strings of delicacy to practice gentleness with you whilst you’re in such a sensitive state. “i need you… to be a big girl for a little bit. can you?”

the urgency in his tone breaks through something in you and you find yourself nodding, shrinking a little like you were ashamed of your previous behaviour. he senses this, and strokes your cheek before walking you back to the couch, seating you and strewing the blanket over you as if to barricade you.

“you know where the food is. stay until im home if you want. like i said — i’ll be back.” he orders, brushing about as he shoves one shoe on, then another before grabbing his keys as you watch with big watery eyes.

he goes to briskly march off, but stops abruptly at the doorway as if remembering that it’s polite to say goodbye. scott swings his keys around his finger and catches it in thought before pointing at you briefly.

“make me proud. okay? big girl.”

with that, he’s gone — leaving you to melt into the blanket.

#nonnies ୭ 🧁 ✧ ˚. 🎀#babygirl!universe #s.m ♡#twisters ✮

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kannady · 3 months ago

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do you remember me too?

pairing: sylus x mc reader

synopsis: love and deepspace was a newfound obsession of yours. you installed the game shortly after sylus was released as a love interest. it'd be safe to say he was the reason you installed the app. however, finals week was approaching and you had to say goodbye to your favourite game. not for long, ofcourse. but you decide to login for the last time to check the new event.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: hey everyone! already back with a new chapter. i honestly didnt expect anyone to read it, but here we are! im gonna leave this chapter here. i actually have exams in a month so i might update late. but i hope you enjoy this please let me know your thoughts <3

check out all chapters here

Chapter Two

You couldn’t believe your ears. Were you hearing right?

“Your appointment with Dr. Zayne.”

Had your obsession with the game gone overboard? This had better be a joke. And if it was, it was definitely a good one. You’d almost forgotten how flustered the phone fiasco had left you. Unable to stifle it anymore, you burst out laughing. You laughed till your stomach hurt, till tears trickled down your cheeks, till you were out of breath.

After what seemed to be ages, you gripped yourself and took a deep, shaky breath. “Oh, my god. Mom. Dad. I love you guys,” you wiped the tears with the back of your hand. “Seriously, I was not ready for a shitty day. But thank you so much. I already feel tons better.” You passed soft smiles to your parents, picked up your bag, and started walking toward your room.

“No, no. Wait, hold up.” Your mom stopped you in your tracks. “You still haven’t given us a plausible explanation as to why you didn’t go.” The worry and concern in her eyes felt genuine. Was she not joking? Everyone was looking at you, waiting for answers. But you were just as confused. When you still didn’t speak up, your dad got up and walked over to you. “Sweetheart, did you not know about the appointment? You were just here when Dr. Zayne called last week. He’s been worried sick, you know.”

You looked questioningly at your parents, hoping they’d get the cue and give you the explanation you needed badly.

“I’m sorry, how do you know who Zayne is?”

“Uh-oh. So, he’s just Zayne now?” Your sister snickered. “Shut up, (reader's sister)!” She was dead serious now. It wasn’t a joke anymore. “Do you play the game too? Did you put Mom and Dad up to this?” Your sister raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She didn’t look like she was joking. In fact, nobody did. Everyone had the same expression of cluelessness on their faces.

“Why is everyone acting like Zayne is… How do I put it? That Zayne is… real?”

Maybe you shouldn’t have asked that. Your sister’s eyes widened, and she tried so hard to control her laugh but failed miserably. “Right, so Akso Hospital isn’t real too?” “It’s not.”

Your mom was petrified, and your dad—he looked like he was gonna cry any moment now.

Was this actually happening? You felt your stomach drop. That sick feeling again. When you had to give a presentation, when you got your exam results back, when you opened the college admission email. Oh, they were serious-serious.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart? You can tell us, you know.” Your mom held your hand and looked at you encouragingly. She was asking the solution to a problem that didn’t exist. Your dad actually looked worried. His hands were slightly quivering, his voice shaky and words calculated. “Did some—did something happen on the way?” But your sister—the little devil that always loved to pull pranks on you, who didn’t let a single moment go by without humiliating you—even she looked confused, bewildered, and maybe concerned.

What was your plan now? Go along with it or just confess you had no idea what was going on? What if you went along with it but they actually turned out to be joking? You couldn’t decide. It was all too much, too weird, too confusing. You raked your fingers through your hair, trying to recollect your thoughts, when your gaze stopped on the clock.

10:16 A.M.

“I don’t get it. How is it still 10:16? I was at the park for at least half an hour.” You spoke your thoughts out loud. But your soliloquy went unnoticed.

Your mom rushed over to you and tightly gripped your shoulders. “That doesn’t matter! Just—just tell us why you’re here and not at the hospital.” She was beginning to freak out. Your dad had already started. But your sister—your sister looked different. Yes, she was worried. But she was frowning. Definitely frowning, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening either. As if she, somehow, deep down knew what was happening.

Okay. Think, brain. Think fast!

“Umm… Um, I… I actually forgot about that.” You smiled as wide as you could, flashing your teeth. “Yeah, everything’s okay, you know. Fine, absolutely fine. Totally normal.”

Your mom’s grip on your shoulders loosened, but she didn’t look totally convinced. Actually, no one did. Who would believe the crap you just replied with?

“But honey, you said you were already late for the appointment before you left… And you forgot about it completely in five minutes?” It was your dad’s turn to speak. And boy, did he nail you down.

I’d fucked up. Yep, it’s official. Fret not, I’ll think of something.

“Okay! Fine! I’ll tell you everything.” Tell them exactly what? What are you doing, brain?

“Zayne was gonna do a full-body checkup or something, and I heard they sedate you for some time. So, I freaked out about the needle part.” Before anyone could ask further questions, you continued. “And me being weird, those were just jokes. I wanted to lighten up the mood before I told you I’m scared of needles.” Alright, do your magic now. Please work, please work. You looked over at your family members, observing their changing expressions.

“You had us scared, (reader)!” Your mom heaved the biggest sigh of relief and chuckled nervously. Meanwhile, your dad closed his eyes and put his hand over his chest. “Never, ever do that again, sweetheart. I think I might need to go to the doctor too now.”

“So why’d you say you were at the park?” Your sister folded her arms and looked at you suspiciously.

“Oh, I actually did go. To think, you know. Hahah.” She didn’t look convinced. She didn’t need to anyway. You walked past her and took a sip of the orange juice you’d left earlier.

“Anyway, since I’m already late, I’ll just go tomorrow.”

“No, no. You still have time. You can make it if you rush over now.” Your mom was practically pushing you out of the house now. “Don’t pull any tricks now. We’ll call Dr. Zayne to make sure you actually went.”

��Okay, fine. Jeez! Talk about trust issues.” Bang!

So, the hospital now.

It was crazy. There was no other explanation. Your parents were locked in on the fact that Zayne was real, he was your doctor, and you had an appointment with him. You still couldn’t grasp the fact that they knew who Zayne was. Did they know you played the game? Did they… play the game too? Nothing made sense. Not even the fact that you were mindlessly walking to a hospital (God knows which) to see a doctor who didn’t exist.

RING! RING!

You rummaged through your bag to get your phone. So, this little shit works, huh?

It was an unknown number. “Hello?”

“I’m supposed to make sure you actually get here. Am I gonna have to be your babysitter now?” It was a male voice. Calm, collected, serene. And beautiful. Maybe even familiar.

“What the hell? Who is this?” Weirdo.

“Forgot me already? You really need to get here so I can check up on you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Actually, it skipped several beats. Was this who you thought it was? Were you dreaming? Your mind bombarded you with questions upon questions.

Zayne. It was Zayne.

Your phone dropped to the pavement. There was no mistaking it. It sounded just like him. It had to be him, but how? You were definitely dreaming. Your hands were shaking. This was really happening. Holy shit. But you needed to see him to be sure. With your own eyes. What if the whole city had conveniently decided to pull a prank on you?

You picked up your phone.

“Umm… I’m on my way. Where are you?”

“Sigh. Where do you think a doctor is, (reader)?” Yeah. What a stupid question. Where exactly is a fictional doctor?

“Silly me! I’m almost there.” You hung up immediately. How would I know where Zayne is?

No. Wait. I can handle this.

You called a cab. “Where to, miss?” I don’t know.

To Zayne? No, not very smart. Where does Zayne work? Akso Hospital. Yep, that’s it.

“To… umm… Akso Hospital….” You smiled nervously. How would a taxi driver feel if he was asked to go to Hogwarts?

“Akso Hospital? Never heard of that.” Your stomach dropped. I knew it! The whole city was pulling a prank on me.

“Kidding. Hop right in, miss.”

That son of a—could’ve killed him right there.

During the ride, all you could think of was what could be waiting for you at the hospital. You were nervous and scared, no doubt. It was just impossible to wrap your head round the fact that you were going to "Akso Hospital" to see Zayne. Anyone would think you're out of your mind. Well, maybe not anymore.

Fifteen minutes later, you were at your destination.

Okay, let’s do this!

You walked in, beaming with confidence. You’d know once you saw the inside.

Holy shit. You couldn’t form any words, nor could you comprehend your surroundings. How was this possible? What the hell was going on? You were just gonna ignore how the hospital was conveniently called Akso Hospital. But, holy shit. It was just like you'd seen in the game. Dark grey walls, ashy black floor. And of course, the evergreen hospital smell. Still, however, it looked very futuristic. You'd never seen a hospital quite like this one. Well, sure it was from a game. But it was indeed very different from normal hospitals.

You looked over to the reception desk. Once again, your heart skipped several beats. “Yvonne!” You practically ran up to her. There she was. An exact replica of Nurse Yvonne from the game. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

"I don't get it. How?" You almost whispered.

“Finally! That lady over there was fighting to go inside if you didn’t show up for another five minutes.”

You didn’t care about any lady. Right now, you were just bewildered. Dumbfounded. Discombobulated. You wanted to stay there just another moment. To take everything in. After all, it was all very overwhelming.

“What’re you looking at? Go on!”

“Yes, yes! I know the way, I’m going.” “Yeah, you should, ’cause you’ve been here before.”

You heard Yvonne’s voice trail off as you made your way through the halls toward the Cardiac Division. You were gonna get the shock of your life. You treaded slowly through the hospital, looking at every nook and cranny. You didn't wanna miss anything out. It was just so surreal.

Okay, I'm here.

Dr. Li. Cardiac Surgeon. (a/n: Li is Zayne's surname. it's the name outside his office in the game.)

You took a deep breath, standing outside the office. Okay, brace yourself. Inhale, exhale.

You were practically shaking. What was waiting for you on the other side? Were you ready to find out? Slowly, you put your hand on the door handle, pushed it downward, and opened the door.

The room was cold. You were met with the cool air as soon as the door slowly creaked open. Every glimpse of the room was killing you. It was just like the game! The wall paint, cabinets, charts, chairs, table, and the doctor.

Your heart stopped.

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cup1drul3z · 3 months ago

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★ — But Fuck, I'd swallow poison if it tasted like you.

1.6ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ | ᴇx!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

CW: Breakups, Sad ending :(, angst

A/N: im sad so you guys get to be too!

MEN + MINORS DNI

You don’t remember what started the fight— only the echo of Sevika’s voice, low and tight, the way it gets when she’s trying not to yell.

"You deserve someone better than me."

You remember staring at her, blinking like you didn’t hear her right. Like maybe if you waited long enough, she’d take it back.

“…What the hell does that mean?”

Her jaw clenched. You saw the way her metal arm flexed at her side, her human hand balled in a fist. Not angry—afraid. Frustrated. She looked at you like she couldn’t bear to.

"It means," she said, "I’m not gonna drag you down with me anymore."

"You're not dragging me down, Sev." Your voice cracked halfway through. "Where the fuck is this coming from?"

She looked at you like she wanted to reach out— but didn’t. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

"You're sweet. You’re good. You don’t belong in this place... with someone like me."

“You don’t get to decide that.”

“I do,” she said, final. Quiet. Like a whisper wrapped in lead.

And then she walked out, leaving the door open like she couldn’t stand to hear it shut behind her.

—

The first week without her was the hardest.

Everything reminded you of her. The smell of smoke on your jacket. The way the shower stayed too hot—because she wasn’t in there first, hogging it. Your favorite bar felt like a graveyard, and the bed was too cold, no matter how many blankets you pulled up to your chin.

You didn’t cry. Not right away. You just… existed. Barely.

The silence she left behind was louder than any goodbye she could’ve given.

And you never even got that.

It takes time. Not healing—just the habit of surviving.

You stop looking at your phone expecting a message that never comes. You stop turning your head at the sound of heavy boots, hoping they’re hers. The pain dulls, but it never disappears. It just... settles. Lives inside you like a phantom limb.

And then, somehow, there's someone new.

Their name is Kael.

They’re kind. Funny. Easy. They don’t make you feel like you're constantly trying to hold onto something slipping through your fingers.

They don’t smell like smoke or taste like whiskey kisses at midnight. They don’t hold you like the world might fall apart if they let go.

But they’re good to you.

And after everything Sevika put you through— being treated gently feels like something close to peace.

So you say yes to the date. And then another.

Until Kael’s hand in yours feels familiar. Safe. Even if it’s not the same.

—

It’s been three months.

The club is packed, pulsing with bass and sweat and neon. Kael’s beside you, laughing, drink in hand. You let yourself relax into the rhythm of it. Into them. For once, not looking over your shoulder.

But then you feel it.

That heat.

That weight.

The way your skin tingles like it remembers being touched a different way.

You turn— and there she is.

Sevika.

In the corner of the room, shadows kissing the edge of her jaw. She’s watching you. Expression unreadable. Drink untouched.

The world goes quiet.

Kael says something, but it doesn’t reach you.

Because in that moment, all you can see is her.

The woman who broke your heart.

The woman who still has it.

You don’t move. Neither does she.

Just that stretch of crowded space between you, thick with everything unsaid.

Kael touches your elbow. “Hey,” they say gently. “You okay?”

You nod, but it’s not convincing. Your eyes are still locked on Sevika.

She finally looks away—takes a drink like she’s trying to wash the ache down with cheap liquor. You wonder if it burns going down. You hope it does.

“Do you want to leave?” Kael asks, voice barely audible over the music.

You don’t answer. Not right away. You’re still staring at the ghost in the room—only she’s not a ghost. She’s real. Solid. Breathing. Hurting.

Just like you.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Kael, already stepping away.

You make your way through the crowd, weaving between dancing bodies and flashing lights. Your heart beats loud in your ears, louder than the bass.

Sevika doesn’t look surprised when you stop in front of her.

She looks tired.

Not the kind of tired sleep can fix. The kind that’s been eating at her for weeks.

“You look good,” she says, voice rough, low. Like it costs her to say it.

“So do you,” you reply, even though it feels like a lie. Because she looks wrecked. Like someone who’s been drinking too much and sleeping too little.

Like someone who regrets.

There’s a long pause. You wait for her to say something—anything. But she doesn’t.

So you do.

“Why’d you do it, Sev?”

Her jaw tightens. “I told you.”

“No. You gave me some bullshit about me being too good for you. That’s not a reason—it’s an excuse.”

Her eyes flash, but the fire fades quick. “Because I was scared.”

You weren’t ready for that.

“I didn’t know how to let you love me,” she continues, staring down at her drink like it holds answers. “So I pushed you away. I thought I was protecting you. But I just... broke something I couldn’t fix.”

You swallow hard, throat dry. “Yeah. You did.”

Her eyes lift to yours. Soft. Sad. Bleeding.

“Is that them?” she asks, nodding toward Kael across the room.

You nod. “Their name’s Kael.”

She gives a small, bitter smile. “Do they make you happy?”

You hesitate.

“…They don’t hurt me.”

That makes her flinch like you slapped her. And maybe you did.

Sevika looks away, the corner of her mouth twitching like she’s trying to smirk but can’t quite get there.

“Guess that’s more than I ever gave you.”

You don’t say anything. Because she’s right.

But still, you’re here. Still standing in front of her like some part of you hasn’t moved on at all.

“I thought about you,” she says suddenly, voice barely audible over the thrum of music. “Every day.”

You blink. “Then why didn’t you call?”

She laughs once, hollow. “Would you have picked up?”

“…I don’t know.”

She nods like she expected that. Runs a hand over her face, looking more tired than you’ve ever seen her.

“I see you with them and I—I can’t blame you. They look like they’re good for you. Like you don’t have to worry all the time.”

“Sevika—”

“I just needed you to know it was never about not loving you.” She meets your eyes, and for once, she doesn’t look away. “It was because I did. Too much. And I didn’t know how to hold onto you without breaking something.”

Your chest aches.

You want to scream at her. You want to kiss her. You want to ask her why it took this long to say any of it.

“I should go,” you murmur, the words feeling like lead on your tongue.

She steps aside, letting you pass, but her voice stops you again.

“Do they love you like I did?”

You turn your head just enough to look back at her.

“…They don’t make me feel like I’m constantly drowning just to breathe near them.”

It’s cruel. Maybe too cruel.

But it’s also the truth.

Sevika nods once—slow, accepting, like she expected the knife and still let you hold it.

You walk away.

Each step feels like a betrayal. But you don’t stop.

Kael smiles when you return, wraps an arm around your waist like nothing’s wrong.

And maybe nothing is.

Except that Sevika’s still standing there in your peripheral, watching you like she just lost the only thing that ever felt real.

And you let her.

You don’t see Sevika again for weeks.

Not in the streets. Not in the club. Not even in the bars you used to haunt together like ghosts clinging to smoke.

It’s like she vanished.

But you know her well enough to understand— she didn’t disappear.

She’s just letting you go.

And somehow, that hurts more than anything she ever said.

It’s late when it happens. You’re walking home alone, needing air, needing quiet.

Kael’s asleep back at your place, curled on your side of the bed like they belong there. Maybe they do.

You’re not sure.

The night is still. Cold. Familiar.

And then, like fate’s got a cruel sense of humor, you see her again.

Outside that shitty dive bar the two of you used to love, leaning against the wall, smoke curling from her lips like memory.

She sees you before you see her.

But she doesn’t move. Just nods once, slow and cautious, like a truce.

You stop in front of her. Neither of you says anything at first.

Then—

“I keep waiting for this to stop hurting,” you admit.

Sevika nods. “Yeah. Me too.”

You look at her, really look at her, and for the first time, you don’t see the woman who wrecked you. You see the one who tried not to.

“I loved you,” you whisper.

“I still do.”

The silence between you feels final. Not empty—just… settled.

You step closer, close enough to smell the smoke on her, the familiar comfort of her cologne, the echo of what once was.

But you don’t reach for her.

She doesn’t reach for you.

Because love, real love, isn’t always enough.

Sometimes love means letting go— even if your heart never got the memo.

“I hope you find someone who’s not afraid,” you say.

Her smile is small. Sad. Grateful.

“You too.”

And then, with the kind of ache that doesn’t scream but lingers like a bruise, you turn around and walk away.

You don’t look back.

Because if you do—

You know you’ll never leave.

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #lesbian #sevika x reader #wlw #wuh luh wuh

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