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I remembered this scene I had written in When Night Comes and this prompt is exactly where I wanted it to go but it didn't fit the way I wanted it to; so now I'm rewriting it just for you đđ
Warning: cussing and smoking of the weed
1.8k follower celebration
The lowkey kickback i was promised is anything but that. Cars line the already crowded and narrow street while people mill around and stream out of the towering house. Music blasts throughout the house and onto the street, no doubt upsetting neighbors and warranting noise complaints; however the party goers and the homeowner donât seem to care. Our uber pulls up to the address and practically dumps them and speeds off, probably wanting to avoid any kind of problem that the party might bring.
Jessica wraps her thin black cardigan around her body, âLetâs go inside. Itâs too damn cold out here.â
I roll my eyes, following the girl up the steps, âI imagine wearing a bra for a shirt would be very cold.â
âOh shut up. I look hot even if I am freezing to death.â
Her short brown skirt hikes as she climbs the stairs to the point that I have to reach out and tug it down from behind. Her goal is to entice one man and one man only, however he has yet to be seen as they push past drunk and high people. A familiar blonde spots us as we make our way towards the kitchen.
âJessica you came!â Yelena shouts over the loud music and peopleâs conversations, a smile plastered across her face, âAnd you brought a friend.â
âYelena this is Sunny,â Jessica beams, pointing between the us,â Sunny is this Yelena, the friend thatâs throwing this party.â
I extend out my hand to shake Yelenaâs but Iâm pulled into a tight hug with Yelena whispering in my ear, âJessicaâs situationship is here but he brought another girl just FYI.â
âShit,â i pull back and offers Jessica a fake smile who is staring off past them. I follow her stare and spots the very thing Iâd hoped to avoid until later; the man in question making out with another girl.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me!â she shrieks, marching towards them. Neither of us are fast enough to catch the angry brunette who practically rips the woman off of him.
âSeriously? You go on and on about loyalty and then you fucking show up with another girl? What the fuck are you on because youâre clearly not thinking right,â screaming at the couple, Jessicaâs beyond pissed as she stares daggers at them.
âJessica, oh hey I didnât know you were going to be here,â the man tries to play off the situation, running a hand casually through his hair to hide the evidence.
âBull fucking shit, I was the one who invited you and you have the audacity to show up with some other girl? Where do you get off?â
âBabe itâs not that serious, I swear,â the lies slip so easily through his teeth, âYou know youâre the only girl for me.â
As he speaks, what looks like a fang flashes ever so slightly but disappears when he shifts his gaze to Yelena and me behind her. He tries to grab her hands to calm her down but sheâs quick to step back from him, âI might not be the smartest but Iâm definitely not that fucking stupid that Iâd actually believe anything you said. Get fucked Peter Parker.â
Yelena stifles a laugh with a cough and leans over to me, âHow much you wanna bet heâs going to follow her around all night?â
âIâll do ya one better; sheâs going to punch him.â
âDeal,â she shakes my hand as Jessica storms over to us with a rather pissed off Peter in tow.
âJessica just stop,â his demeanor has shifted to a much darker one, âYou know that we arenât exclusive so you canât get mad if I date other people. Youâre still my number one girl.â
âOh Iâm sorry I donât think I remember having that conversation. That must have been another one of your girlfriends. Just leave me alone Peter. I donât want anything to do with you.â
His hand darts out and grips her wrist harshly as a cloud of anger takes over his already inky eyes, âThatâs enough. Come on, donât be like that.â
âHold up, take your hands off of her and take a step back Parker,â Yelena demands in a stern tone as she steps up to Jessicaâs side, âShe said she didnât want anything to do with you so back off.â
âStay out of this Yelena, this has nothing to do with you.â
âIt does when youâre at my party, let her go or Iâll make you,â she warns.
âAnd what are you going to do?â
âItâs not her you should be worried about,â the honey voice calls over the noise and tenses every fiber in my body. I donât dare to turn around or even move to confirm if itâs him. The almost spicy smell of his leathery sandalwood cologne is enough to confirm that Bucky is coming up beside me.
âLet her go and you wonât lose your hand,â his voice is level and calm even though there is chaos descending around them. His brown leather jacket clad arm brushes against mine, sending shocks through her knit long sleeve dress.
Peter dramatically drops her wrist, making a scene of the action and his frustration as every disgruntled frat boy would. He mumbles something under his breath about how fucking ridiculous this all is but doesnât dare repeat it when Bucky gives him a warning side eye. Jessica curls into my side while Bucky and Yelena create a protective wall between her and Peter. When heâs satisfied with the distance between them, Bucky turns to look at us, âJessica, right? Are you okay?â
She nods quickly, not really wanting to speak.
âItâs good to see you, Doll. How are you?â The sudden shift confuses the shit out of me.
âWhat are you doing here?â
Yelena takes her cue to leave and nods at Bucky as she takes Jessica from my arms, leading her away from us and to a calmer place. He laughs at my question, âThis is my house.â
âExcuse me?â
âWell one of my houses. Yelena crashes here from time to time and uses it to throw parties when sheâs in town,â He explains, blue eyes glistening in the LED lights as he stares down at me.
âAnd youâre okay with her trashing your house whenever she wants?â I ask while i stumble forward from the force of someone accidentally shoving me from behind.
Bucky is quick to catch me, hands steadying me by my shoulders, âEasy there tiger. Canât have you falling for me just yet.â
I scoff lightly and shake his hands off, âI was pushed.â
âBy destiny into my arms.â
âNo by a drunk asshole into another asshole.â
Once again he lets out another damn addicting laugh, slinging an arm over my shoulder and leads me away from the crowd. The weight of his arm is nice, comforting even as they weave their way through people to the backyard. Maybe itâs how amazing his cologne smells or how i can feel the cold of his body through the thin white t-shirt heâs wearing under his jacket. The edible i took before we left Jessicaâs apartment definitely plays a part in how she leans into his embrace and doesnât immediately pull away when we step out into the cold nighttime air.
âDo you have an answer?â The question pulls me away from my thoughts. Clearing my throat,i step out from under his arm and wraps my own around me, mulling over what he asked me.
âAnswer to what?â
âI asked if I could make it up to you with dinner after Scott was rude. You never gave me an answer.â
âOh,â i look down to my scoffed docs for a few moments before making eye contact with him, âYes.â
âLet's leave right now then.â
âWait no I meant no. No I wonât go to dinner with you,â i revel in the way confusion eats away at his beautiful features.
âWe'll call it a maybe then. How about I pay for dinner for you and Jessica?â a soft smirk dismisses the confusion and i has to look away before heat flushes my face.
âNo.â
âCatering for lunch one day?â
âNo.â
âCoffee every morning for a month?â
âJesus no.â
âFlowers?â He tries one last time even though he knows sheâs just going to shoot it down. The way Iâm struggling under his gaze is worth more than any material thing to him; heâs getting under my skin in the most delicious way possible.
âWhy do you have to make it up? Just leave it, thatâs what other people do.â
âWell Iâm not like other people. Manners arenât dead and itâs only fair I reconcile with the beautiful woman who didnât call the police on us when she should have.â
The view of my docs is no longer interesting and the city lights are too bright to see the stars so my only option is to look at him with that flirtatious smirk and smooth words. My head body starts to feel weightless as the effects of Bucky come into full force and itâs a struggle to form sentences that arenât littered with giggles, âYou think Iâm beautiful? Oh⊠shit thatâs not what I meant to say. What I meant is just leave it alone. It wasnât that big of a deal.â
His superstar Adidas barely makes any noise against the stone pavers as he slowly saunters towards me.
âI think you did mean that first part,â his right hand finds my chin and tilts it so weâre eye to eye, âAnd to answer your question, I do think youâre beautiful. You are, by far, the most stunning woman I have ever met and I would love the chance to get to know you better if youâd stop being so obstinate.â
I could blame the edible I took but it would be a lie to say his touch isnât throwing me for a loop and is the reason I canât feel any heat coming from him as he gently grips my chin.
âMaybe learn to take no for an answer,â my eyes flicker down to his lips briefly, âBesides itâs unprofessional.â
âWeâre two consenting adults,â he leans even closer, his nose brushing against mine as he speaks, âItâs only unprofessional if you let it distract you. And besides we agreed to a maybe.â
âI donât recall saying that,â I whisper to him while ducking my head down to narrowly avoid his lips, âyou asked a question in a moment of confusion so my answer wasnât clear.â
The hand on my chin goes to cup my jaw and his other slides up my back. He drops his forehead to mine and his eyes flutter closed for a moment.
âSunny, just let me spoil you for one night. Thatâs all I ask.â
Letting out a defeated sigh, I reach out and take hold of his face and kiss him. It takes him a few seconds to kiss me back but when he does, his grip tightens on me and his lips immediately part wider. His tongue slips out to brush against mine. A groan rumbles in his chest as I pull away and press a chaste kiss to his lips.
He drops his head to my shoulder with a chuckle.
"So when's the next date going to be?" He murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crock of my neck.
âThe fuck you mean next? We havenât even gone on one.â
âThatâs what you think.â
#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes fanfic
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Ghostknife?????










Do people still ghostknife?????? Im ghostknifing. Personally.
#apologies if some of the memes have already been done-#ghostknife#jrwi#prime defenders#just roll with it#vyncent sol#william wisp#vyncent is aroace and ghostknife is weirdly kind of queerplstonically requited but not really but also kind of to me#theyre a secret third thing#truly#and i love them for that#vyncent my beloved#i want them to have such a devastating rejection scene but then later vyncent is confused why william is so distant now#cause he doesnt really get it but he does wanna be close like they always were#but its different to william#do you get me#it makes me upset and i love them đđđ#they still need a real kiss/confession in s3 because of what s2 ep14 did but i love how weird they are#i just love undefined relationships sigh#if ghostknife becomes fully requitedly canon it should be last episode of the series ever i think thatd be funny#anyway#sorry if the memes are mischaracterized#im rewatching pd rn so my brain is kinda stuck in s1 lowkey#maybe ill be funnier when i get to s2#but like the new life series is coming up so who knows honestly#kinda scared to post this cause it feels like this fandom has a very specific idea of how youre meant to portray the characters??#like not visually but generally#idk#i feel like theres some secret rule im breaking#shrug
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If I may request a Rise fic!! Iâm a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leoâs been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please donât feel rushed and make sure youâre taking care of yourself ^_^
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âI canât believe youâre doing this to me again.â Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly.Â
âWell maybe if you werenât so fucking reckless I wouldnât need to.â Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.
âIâm not a baby, Don. I donât need to be supervised like Iâm some bomb triggered to explode.â The younger said in exasperation, lying down on his bed whilst grabbing a comic book to read off of his desk.
If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should at least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile.Â
The softshell groaned eternally at his little brotherâs action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the otherâs hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground.Â
Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.
But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, âIf youâre going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting whatâs going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.âÂ
âYou can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isnât going to fly away.â The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, âWhat I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?âÂ
Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, âI do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?âÂ
The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he was NOT going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brotherâŠ
âŠNo matter how much he deserved it.
âIâm not planning on screaming at youâ that wonât help anyone or anything.â The purple banded turtle explained calmlyâŠbut you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence.Â
âBut you want to.â The red eared slider pressed on.Â
âLeoâŠplease. I donât want to argue right now.âÂ
âWeâre not arguing. Weâre just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?â The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother.Â
When it came to arguments, the leader in blue always had this wonderful tactic to avoiding things: attempting to annoy the other person so much that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with him completely.
It always worked with RaphâŠwhich the red eared slider didnât know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But the only downside of doing this tactic was his dumb twin saw right through itâŠ
âŠAnd Leonardo despised it.Â
âNardoâŠyou know what Iâm referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.â The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.
âI sadly do not know what your referring to.â The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, âCare to enlighten me, Tello?âÂ
Donnieâs expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brotherâs absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subjectâŠbut the softshell turtle was not budging.
His twin would have to try way harder than that.
âIâd love to.â The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leoâs closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brotherâs sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldnât reach for it.Â
The red eared sliderâs cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doingâŠ
âŠHe physically could not leave from this conversationâŠliterally.
Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the otherâs serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return.Â
âWhat you did during todayâs mission was completley reckless and idiotic, LeonardoâŠand you know it.â The second oldest said, âI had that thug exactly where I wanted him but noooooo. Because you saw me trip you thought it would be a spectacular idea to throw yourself on top of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with his bat!!â Donatello seethed.Â
âWeâve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!â The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.
âIâm not done.â The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.
The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brotherâs genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy.Â
His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at allâŠ
âJustâŠstop putting yourself in the middle of danger like youâre just expecting the rest of us to just watch. Weâre your familyâŠand most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.âÂ
âWell ihisnât that hypocritic!â Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, âHypâŠuhâŠhypocrotic? HypâŠHypocraticâŠ?âÂ
âHypocritical?â The older deadpanned.
âYES! THAT WORD!â Leo said, âWhen we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at MikeyâŠwhat did you do?â
Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, ââŠI went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.â
âExactly.â The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, âAnd how is that any different from what I did, hm?â
âBECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!â Donatello shouted, âI planned to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect both him and me. Did it end up turning out perfect? Fuck no. Kraang Prime slashed right through it and me and Mikey went tumbling towards the groundâŠâ The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth.Â
The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, âBut I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.â
ââŠI saved you, didnât IâŠ?â The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatelloâs blood to absolutley boil.Â
âThatâs not the point!!!â The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.
âThen what is?!â Leo said desperately, âBecause from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.âÂ
Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, âIâve been trying to be a better leaderââ
âLeoââ
ââFor you and Mikey and April and Raph and Casey and C.J. a-and Dad! But it seems like no matter what the hell I do thereâs always something Iâm doing WRONG!!!â The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.
WhichâŠit did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actuallyâŠ
âI saved you! I-I didnât even get hurt by doing it but somehow thereâs an issueâŠâ The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, âThere always isâŠâ
âLeonardo can you please just listen to me?â The older twin said in irritation.Â
âBut Don Iâmââ
âNo, Leo! Just listen! Thatâs all you need to do!â Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, âI donât want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you donât have a plan!â The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.
âOho so now you donât trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?â Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.
âIâŠâ The young scientistâs eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever living crap out of the other teen, âTHIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!â The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, âThis is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.â
Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.
He just wanted to help and be the leader his brotherâs deservedâŠ
But he always found a way to fuck it up without even noticing, huh?
"You don't think about what could happen to you and I hate it!â The elder cried, âWhat wouldâve happened if Raph didnât come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!â
Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, âI-Iâm sorry, Donnieââ
âOr would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so youâd have no weapon to defend yourself.âÂ
âYou don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurtâŠI freaking loathe it.â Donnie rested the back of his head on Leoâs door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.
JeezâŠwhen the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch nowâŠ
And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!
The older twinâs expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, âI care about youâŠso fucking much, okayâŠ?â The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, âYour my twinâŠmy little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurtâŠphysically or emotionallyâŠso please justâŠâ
The young scientistâs eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be followingâŠat all.Â
Leoâs eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tears dared to try and escape.Â
The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Fucking shit.Â
Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!
Even though you knew he canât fucking stand being yelled at and the whole point of you even being here was to explain what he did wrong collectively and calmly because that was the exact oppositeof what Raph does when heâs worriedâŠ
But no! You yelled at him anyway.
Wonderful job, DonatelloâŠwonderful. job.Â
The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brotherâs wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brotherâs shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.
âNardoâŠâ The softshell started, squeezing the otherâs hands gently, ââŠAre you with me, budâŠ?â
Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back.Â
âGodâŠNardo Iâm so sorryâŠâ The older muttered, âI donâtâŠI donât know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-Iâm sorry I yelled. I shouldnât of yelledâŠI-I justâŠâ Donatello sighed, squeezing his brotherâs hands once again. âIâm not angry with you. IâŠI was just frustrated.â
âWell, noâŠlet me rephrase: I am angry with youâ livid even. You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literally jumps out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to at least seventy-sevenâŠâ
The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brotherâs fingers as he spoke, ââŠWhy seventy-seven?â
âAlbert Einstein died when he was seventy-sixâŠI can and will outlive him.â The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, âBut back to what I was initially sayingâŠI know you meant well. You saw that I was in troubleâŠand you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You donât think of what happens to youâŠyou just do it because youâll know if you do weâll be alrightâŠâ
âI-I justâŠI just wanted to protect youâŠI-I just wanted to helpâŠâ Leo tried to explain.
âI know. I know, LeeâŠâ Donatello sighed, rubbing the sliderâs knuckles gently with his thumb, âBut you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep us away from.â The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twinâs foreheadâs touched.Â
âYouâre getting hurtâ or at the very least almost getting hurt. Weâre feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shitâŠbut you can lead well without doing thatâŠokay?âÂ
Leo fiddled with the otherâs fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, âIâllâŠtry to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in troubleâŠI justâŠreact. I donât really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. ButâŠIâll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too recklessâŠyou can just tell meâŠdeal?â
âDeal.â Donnie nodded, squeezing Leoâs hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twinâs eyes with his hoodie sleeve, âNow please stop crying or youâre going to make me start crying.âÂ
Leo snorted, examining the otherâs now tearing up expression, âI think itâs a bit too late for thatâŠâÂ
âGAH! FUHUCK!â Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.
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âLeoâŠdonât you think youâre getting a bit too big for thisâŠ?â Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the olderâs shoulder. âNoooope.â Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', â'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.â
ââŠI said I was sorryâŠI didnât mean to shout at you like that. I was just concernedâŠâÂ
âI know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.â The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didnât mind the other being so clingy.Â
If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo wouldâve been pushed to the floor by now.Â
The two twins shared a comfortable silenceâŠwellâŠa semi-comfortable silence.
The purple banded teen feltâŠoff. His younger brother had thisâŠlook in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.
Which was so damn dumb Donatello didnât even know how to explain it.
ââŠThereâs something else on your mind.â The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. âUhmâŠno there isnât. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.â Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously.Â
Very convincing LeoâŠvery convincing.
âDonât even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You canât argue against that kind of logic.â The scientist said matter-of-factly.Â
âWhat are you, Spiderman?â The younger snorted.Â
âWe shall never know.â The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, âNow stop deflecting. Spill.âÂ
ââŠCan youâŠadjust my elbow bracesâŠ?â The red eared slider muttered.
ââŠWhy canât you do it?â The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious.Â
âI like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?â The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, âPleeeeeease?â
âUgh, Jesusâ fine. But drop the poutâŠyou look ridiculous.â The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brotherâs arm as he readjusted the braces.Â
The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the otherâs left arm brace, tracing his twinâs elbow to make sure it was healing correctlyâ which the slider couldnât help but wriggle slightly to.
As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, ââŠWhy are you squirming around so much?â Donatello asked in confusion.Â
ââŠNo reason.â Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm.Â
âYohou okayâŠ?â The glasses wielding mutant giggled. Â
âI-Iâm fihine!â The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. âEEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!â The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientistâs neck which the older turtle couldnât help but let his heart melt to.
âOh.â Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, âSorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you areâŠâ
âSnrt I-Ihihiâm nahat ticklish. I juhust donât wahant your hand thehereâŠâÂ
And isnât that quaint.Â
If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasnât ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.
ââŠRight. SoâŠyou wouldnât mind me doing this then?â The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twinâs ribs. âEEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!â The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brotherâs plastron to try and escape while he still could.
The elder laughed fondly at his little brotherâs futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, âNahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or youâre gohoing to fahall off of the bed!
âN-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!â The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the otherâs plastron, his eyeâs widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.
Eugh boyâŠ
Donnie grinned, sitting on the otherâs thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the sliderâs side, âThatâs better~!â
âWAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!â The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.
If he was going to go downâŠhe would at least go down fighting.Â
âI havenât even touched you yet, you goofâŠâ The older twin chuckled.Â
âB-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!âÂ
â'Gonna' what, exactly?â
âTihiHICKLE ME!!âÂ
âTickle you? Well, why didnât you just say so in the first place?â Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crookâs of the youngerâs neck.Â
The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, âGAHahaâ snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!âÂ
âWhatâs wrong, Leo? I thought you said you werenât ticklish~?â The older teased.
âSnrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHIâM naHAT!â The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his handâs free from the otherâs grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brotherâs stomach.Â
The lime green eyed teenâs eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brotherâs grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge.Â
Leoâs laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brotherâs hand went sloooooowly to his stomach.Â
âN-NOHO NONONONO DAHAâ snrt DOHON!!â The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldnât help but giggle to.Â
The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the sliderâs plastron, making the younger turtleâs laugh raise almost a thousand octaves.Â
âDOHONâT snrt DOHONâT DOHOHONâT snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!â Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.
The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brotherâs embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the youngerâs stomach while he wasnât looking.Â
Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, âHAHAHAHELP!! IHIâM SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!âÂ
âIâm quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.â The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, âAnd here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! Youâre making up a whole dance routine right now!â He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement.Â
âS-Shuhuhut snrt upâŠâ The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother.Â
Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientistâs brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, âHmâŠyou know, Leeââ
âDohont call snrt me thahat!â Leo giggly interupted.Â
âUh-huh. Well, LeeâŠdid you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?â The scientist said.Â
The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, âSoho?âÂ
âSoooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. Iâd be forever in your debt if you couldââ
âNO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!â Leo squealed, reaching for his brotherâs wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.
SighâŠLeonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.
The glasses wielding teen wasnât just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the sliderâs underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down.Â
âNAHAH AHAHAHAâ snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHAâ snrt OHOHOUT!!â Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed.Â
âWhat~?â Donnie hummed inocently.Â
âGEHEHET AHAâ snrt GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!â
âAweâŠwhy~?â
âBEEHEECAUSE IHITâS SOHO BAHAHAD!!!âÂ
âAnd?â Donnie chuckled, âThat sounds like a you problem, little brother.âÂ
âAHHHAHAâ snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!â
âPardonâŠwhat was that?â Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leoâs hip met his thigh. âN-NONOâ snrt NAHAHAH!! I CANâTâ snrt PLEHEHEASE IâM snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!âÂ
âNahâŠI think Iâll just stay riiiiight here for a bitâŠâ The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.
The younger weakly hit his big brotherâs arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut.Â
ââŠAnd you know what, Lee~?âÂ
âWHAHAHAT NOW?!âÂ
âIâm feelingâŠkind of famished.â The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Jokerâs as he saw his younger brotherâs face pale.Â
Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brotherâs arms as he giggly protested, âPLAHAâ snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHONâT!!âÂ
Donnie pinched his brotherâs thighs unforgivingly, âYou should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.â
âWHAHAâ snrt WHAHAHAâ snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!â The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress.Â
It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brotherâs adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leoâs hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the otherâs plastron, âYou donât even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?âÂ
The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brotherâs shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise.Â
The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his youngerâs stomach, making sure to move the otherâs hands away any time he tried to push at the young geniusâ head.Â
Donnie didnât feel like getting brain damage after all.
Plus, he had his signature glasses áŽ
áŽÉŽáŽáŽáŽÊÊᎠáŽáŽ on! And those were trademarkedâŠas you can wonderfully see.Â
âGodâŠcan you get more ticklish?â Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared sliderâs knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leoâs stomach.Â
âDEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAHâ SNRT DAHAâ SNRT DAHUNNO!!â The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twinâs shoulder.
Donnie couldnât help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly.Â
The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.
âJeezâŠI think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?â The light golden eyed mutant snickered.
âPLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHIâM GOHâ SNRT GOHOHAâ AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!â The smaller teen pleaded.
âDo you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?â The older hummed.Â
âYEHEHES!!â The younger cried loudly.
âDo you promise to go easier on yourself?âÂ
âYAHAâ SNRT YAHAâ SNRT YEHEHES!!!â
âDo you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love youââ
âMY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!â Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face.Â
The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly.Â
âY-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheeeâŠâ The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.
âAnd whereâs the fun in that?â Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the youngerâs shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture.Â
âAhand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!â The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twinâs forehead cheekily.Â
âYou tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.â The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.
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#Rottmnt tickle#Rottmnt tickle fic#Lee!Leo#Ler!Donnie#WHOOOOOO BOYYYYYYâŠ#Iâm sorry but Iâm not sorry đ«¶đŸ#Angst is like my second child đ¶đŸđđđđđ#But I feel like I need to explain some stuff bc this fandom is probably holding me at gunpoint rn đ
đ«#The reason why I feel like Leo and Raph had so many disagreements when Leon became leader is bc Leo canât handle yelling#LIKE AT ALLâ he just sees it as whomever is yelling means their mad#So if Raphie boy was like: âI CARE ABOUT YOU AND LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU DUMB ASS BITCH WHY CANâT YOU JUST BE CAREFULâïžâ#Leo would hear it as: âI HATE YOU SO MUCH RN WHY CANâT YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHTâïžâ#This fandom has been sleeping on AuDHD Leo for Y E A R S and I shall not be silent anymore its SOOOOOOO OBVIOUS đâŒïž#I could not remember the word âhypocriticalâ for the LIFE of meâŠwhen I searched it up I probs wrote âhippopotamusâ#Leon is trying PLEAAAASE catch him a break đđŸđđŸđđŸ#Older twin Donnie is canon idgaf I was in the writers room TRUST đđŸđđđđ#Big bro senses đ€đŸ Twin senses#Donnie is fucking UNSTOPPABLE đ€đŸâŠbud does need to learn how to control is volume when upset tho eheheheh#He genuinely doesnât know when heâs gradually getting louder or more upsetâŠthatâs why he was so panicked when Leo had his lil meltdown LOL#Raphie just expresses his worry with yellingâŠex: âAND NOT EAT POSIONâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâ#Oh yeah this takes place a couple months after the InvasionâŠso everyone is like healed and everything but yk theyâre still traumatized obvs#đđđŸ#Leoâs lil tactic on dropping convoâs is a HC I have so donât quote me on it đđŸ#GDGDGSHSN I ALSO NEED PPL TO DRAW DON WEARING HIS GLASSES MORE OFTEN HEâS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE đđđđđđđđ©·#But tysm Nonnie!!! This was a TON of fun to write!#Make sure your taking care of yourself and drinking waterâ or at least get a snack đ„°#But after the mission Raph was SEETHINGâŠand usually Don tries to talk to Leon instead cuz like he doesnât want either party being upset#Nor does he want either of them to feel overwhelmed. So when Leo was like âUr doing this to me again?!â Hes referring to all the times Don#<- has done that#Leo doesnât like feeling pitied but itâs not Donâs intention to make him feel that way he just loves him family
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gift for @thatnamelessonion because their Stainmight art drives me just a little bit insane <3
#stainmight#akaguro chizome#yagi toshinori#aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#T H E M#*dies*#bearded Toshinori lives rent free in my brain at all hours now#I am not upset#far from#i love these two so much#when they're happy and alive and just exsisting as themselves being silly and loving and-#THATNAMELESSONION YOU DO THEM SO WELL#I CAN NOT SAY THAT ENOUGH#YOUR WHOLESOME DOMESTIC ART OF THEM MAKES ME SO HAPPY đ#anyways - this is my repayment for getting so much enjoyment out of your art while forgetting to click reblog for the past month đ#hope you approve <3 <3 <3 <3
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#still feel like ive been doing everything wronggg haha â€ïž#i keep having dreams about me doing something bad and everyone being upset with me#theyre just dreams but fuck dude#i especially feel like a god awful partner i dont do enough :((#im supposed to shower them with love and make things for them all the time and all i do is just go yayy ily đ#i dont know why i cant do more
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it's for the best that i dont give myself permission to publicly talk about kin stuff because im really obnoxious about it
#i make so many stupid jokes all the time#my friend loves it when i say 'ouhghghhhh im kinshifitng im shifting into [random character]' and then say something stupid/mean#my friend loves it when they compare me to a character and i go 'IM NOT HIM IM NOT IM NOT. IM [REDACTED] IM [REDACTED] IM GONNA KILL YOU'#im making this post instead of messaging my friend that i had a dream from the pov of a character ive been talking about a lot#which will be entirely 'oh no it was a kinmemothushnsg' and 'the jokes arent jokes anymore!!!1!'#and 'would you still love me if i was [this character]'#honestly about 2% of my stupid jokes pertain to my actual kin feelings#and most of them are like 'actually youre being really kinphobic rn' when they grimace at me saying shit about pet food puzzles or somethin#or like making up insane lies about memories as a bit#like 'you cant ship him with that guy because in my kin memories he stole my sandwich once and im still mad'#my friend loves my bit (lie)#but really like if i make jokes and focus on the absurd parts i wont spiral and obsessively look up diagnostic criteria#for conditions i already know i dont have (because i already looked up the diagnostic criteria)#if i dont let it cause distress then it isnt a problem đ#and thats why im not allowed to post about it. if anyone sees my out of context stupid jokes they will get upset and itll be a whole thing
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Hello !! I love your writing style and the stories you write so so much, the one where manager!reader had to teach the boys how to use a phone was so so funny, thank you for writing :)
Could I request manager!reader getting jealous of the saja boys? It sounds so cliche but I really wanna see their manager getting all pouty and sulky when they see the boys interact with a fan or huntr/x in a specfic way!!
Maybe a fan was touching them too much to the point where its really becoming too excessive and their manager was starting to get pissed off but when they look back at the boys just smiling at said fan, they think 'Oh. Ok fine i was getting sll worked up over nothing wtv guys'. Or they see clips of saja boys x huntr/x getting all chummy and teasing eachother(or threatening to end one another), their manager feels ache in their heart and they cant quite distinguish the cause.
Anw!! thats my req :D sorry if its a little long</3 Make sure you drink enough water and get enough sleep btw!
HELLO!! đ First of allâthank you SO MUCH for your kind words!! Seriously, hearing that you loved the phone fic means the world to me đđ I am honored to deliver manager!reader chaos at your service.
(Also thank you for the reminder to drink waterâI desperately needed it)
đSaja Boys x Jealous!Manager Reader
Itâs not personal. Youâre just their manager. You just happen to want to throw a clipboard at anyone who touches them.
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đ§ż Jinu
Youâre watching the fan meeting from the sidelines, trying to stay focused on timing and cue cards.
Then it happens.
A fan leans in, gets too close, touches Jinuâs sleeveâtwice. She giggles and brushes her fingers up his arm. He doesnât move. Doesnât recoil. Just gives that quiet, tight smile like heâs trying to be gracious.
You feel your stomach turn.
You glance back at your clipboard. Re-read the same sentence three times. Pretend not to see it when the fan puts a sticker on his cheek and he doesnât even flinch.
You tell yourself itâs fine. Heâs fine. This is your job.
Still, when he passes you afterward, your tone is short. Clipped. Tense.
âMake sure to sanitize before the next group.â
Jinu hesitates, then follows you. Quietly.
Later, backstage:
âAre you upset with me?â he asks gently.
âNo. Just... managing things.â
He tilts his head. âYou looked upset. When she touched me.â
You freeze.
He watches you for a second longer, then, voice lower:
âI didnât enjoy it. You know that, right?â
You blink. âYou smiled.â
âI was being polite. But if it had been anyone else, Iâd have said something.â
Your heart skips.
âAnd if it had been you... I wouldnât have needed to.â
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đȘ AbbyÂ
Youâre doing post-show rounds when a fan wraps her arms around Abby like she knows him. Like theyâre friends. Her hands press low against his back, lingering.
He hesitatesâjust a secondâbut his natural instinct kicks in. He smiles. Says thank you. Doesnât pull away immediately.
You do.
âOkay, folks, letâs move it along,â you call out, voice a little too loud.
Abby doesnât say anything at first.
But later, while youâre sorting backstage logistics, he appears next to you with two bottled waters and a slightly furrowed brow.
âDid I do something wrong?â
âWhat? No. Of course not.â
âYou seemed... mad. When that fan hugged me.â
You pause. Avoid his eyes. âIt was too much. Thatâs all.â
Heâs quiet for a beat. Then offers the water like a peace offering.
âI didnât like it either,â he says, almost shyly.
âYou didnât say anything.â
âI didnât want to make things weird. But I shouldâve.â
Thenâso softly you almost miss it:
âYou always notice stuff like that. It makes me feel really... cared for.â
You blink.
He rubs the back of his neck. âIs it okay if I care back?â
You donât answer. You just take the waterâand let your fingers brush his on purpose.
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đ MysteryÂ
Youâre reviewing fan footage. Just checking social engagement. Totally normal manager stuff.
Then the clip plays.
Mystery standing beside Zoey during a group shoot. She nudges his shoulder. He smirks. She laughs. He looks at her like she said something clever, and your heart clenches.
You pause the video. Rewind. Watch it again.
âItâs fine,â you whisper to yourself. âItâs just work. Theyâre professionals.â
But something aches. The way he looked at herâit was barely a change, but youâve watched him long enough to notice the difference.
You shut your laptop harder than necessary.
Later, while youâre handing out notes, he hovers beside you.
âYour energyâs off,â he murmurs.
âIâm fine.â
He doesnât push.
But that night, he finds you alone on the rooftop, headphones in. You pretend not to notice him until he sits beside you, silent.
âI donât smile at them like I smile at you,â he says softly.
You freeze.
âI know you saw it. But it wasnât the same.â
You donât know what to say.
He leans in just slightly.
âIf you want me to stop being close with them, I will.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I like how you look when youâre jealous. And I like how I feel when I see you watching.â
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đ RomanceÂ
Youâve always known Romance flirts. Itâs his whole deal.
But thereâs something different about the way he interacts with Huntrix. The banter with Mira. The way he tosses his head back laughing when Rumi calls him dramatic. The gentle way he calls Zoey âsunshine.â
Itâs not fake. Thatâs whatâs killing you.
You try to play it cool, but your answers get shorter. You dodge eye contact when he winks. You stop bantering back.
He notices.
Oh, he notices.
After a press event, he corners you near the exit, gaze sharp.
âYouâre quieter lately.â
âBusy,â you lie.
âLiar,â he purrs, stepping closer. âYou saw the videos, didnât you?â
You shrug.
He leans in.
âYou know none of them can get under my skin like you.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â you mutter.
His smile fades for half a second.
Then he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, voice velvet and low:
âThen let me prove it. One night. No cameras. Just you and me. Say yes, and Iâll forget every name that isnât yours.â
You pretend to scoff.
But your pulse is thundering.
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đ„ Baby
You know Baby gets fan attention. Heâs got that whole dangerous-pretty-boy thing going.
But today? It crosses a line.
Someone flirts with him. Obvious. Bold. Says something that makes you blush just hearing it.
And Baby smirks back.
You feel like someone just hit you with a fire extinguisher to the chest.
You pretend not to care. Pretend not to flinch when they brush past you. Pretend not to feel that sting when he just stands there and lets it happen.
Later, you pull him aside. Not in angerâjust to regroup. To reset.
âBe careful with that,â you say, quieter than usual.
âWith what?â
âFlirting. Fans get attached.â
He watches you for a moment. Says nothing.
Then he pulls something out of his pocket. A note. Folded.
âThey gave me this.â
You donât look at it.
He drops it in the trash.
âI didnât keep it. Didnât want to.â
You blink.
He shrugs, scowling a little.
âWhy would I, when youâre the only person who actually makes me feel anything?â
You open your mouth.
He walks away before you can reply.
Later, you find your name saved in his phone under âđ„ REAL ONE.â
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Oh my goooodness your Clark Kent đ thank you so much, I could read about them forever (but I'd also settle for a little blurb?) đ thanks for writing!
oh my goodness, you are so sweet, thank you so much! this is a little blurb I based on an All-Star Superman panel. i hope you enjoy, lovely <3 feel free to send any requests my way
âIâm so, so sorry.â It wasnât an uncommon sight, your boyfriend stood outside of your apartment door, shoulders hunched and a bouquet of your favorite flowers held tightly in one hand.Â
You stood to the side, motioning him in. You shut the door gently, turning to face him while leaning back against it. âYou donât have to say youâre sorry, Clark. I know that you are.âÂ
He was rifling through the cabinets above your stove, and you were doing your best not to be envious of how easy it was for him to reach. âI am sorry. I know it upset you.âÂ
Clarkâd had to cancel date night for the third time this month due to another monster crushing itâs way through the arts district. Was it your favorite side effect of dating a superhero? No. But it wasnât unexpected. âI wasnât upset.â You pushed off against the door, arms crossing over your chest.Â
âHoney,â he paused from where he was filling the vase. âWe promised no more lies.â More accurately, heâd promised no more lies, vehemently and repeatedly, after you had gently confronted him about his caped crusade. Youâd agreed instantly, while insisting that you understood why the lie was necessary in the first place.Â
âI wasnât angry with you.âÂ
âI could hear you crying from five miles away.â Your heart stuttered.Â
âWhat do you mean?â your voice was small, and you did your best to push the words past the lump in your throat. He froze, vase in hand as if he was realizing for the first time what he said. âI know you said you have super hearing, but itâs hard to believe itsâŠâ you paused, struggling for the proper phrasing. âThat, um, super.â You finished, scrunching up your nose at the inelegant choice of words.Â
Clark took a deep breath, setting the flowers down on the counter and running his hands through his messy mop of curls. âItâs usually not.â Clarkâs cheeks were quickly turning pink, and you were certain if he didnât look so flustered he would have heard the way your heart stuttered at the sight and given you grief for it.Â
âOkay, spaceman,â you took a tentative step towards him, and when he opened his arms for you, you quickly found your way into his arms. You leaned your cheek against his chest, your right hand tracing circles on his side. âCare to fill me in?âÂ
âI worry.âÂ
You couldnât help the laugh that bubbled up. The little crinkles in between his eyebrows were making an appearance, and you were so grateful that you were finally together, and therefore had leeway to smooth them out with your thumb. Clark let you for a few moments, before taking your hand in his own and placing a kiss against your knuckles. âI mightâve trained myself to make sure I can hear you from across the city.âÂ
All you could do was blink up at him. You had heard a lot of crazy things since acquiring an alien boyfriend, but this was another level. âYou are going to have to expand on that one.âÂ
âI want to make sure that I can get to you, if something were to happen.â Oh no, the laugh was back, and so were Clarkâs worry lines. âNo, Clark, itâs so sweet. It also just happens to be insane.âÂ
âItâs not insane!â his voice cracked halfway through, and your laughter grew. âItâs not!â He looked so grumpy, you couldnât help it. Your hands found his shoulders and you hauled yourself up on your tiptoes, kissing the frown off his face. You felt his frown quickly turn to a smile as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pressing you impossibly closer.Â
You pulled back just far enough to meet his eyes. âItâs a little insane.âÂ
âMore or less insane that I have done the same for Jimmy, just in case?âÂ
You threw your head back and cackled. It was far and beyond his favorite sound.
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Celestial

pairing: angel!felix x fem!reader
genre: fast burn, fluffy, good vibes, smut (MDNI!)
wc: almost 17k
summary: "Felix, I told you a million times, stop messing around or one day you'll end up falling off the clouds!"
warnings: there's smut; a scene based on my beloved angel's last mission: love; i didn't research about tarot on purpose, all mentions are pure delulu
jĂ©'s note: this one goes to my european beautiful twin @jeonginsleftcheek đ ozzy, happy birthday, i hope your days are as bright as you make mine, thank you for our talks, laughs and delulus, you're a real gift for me; i wrote this one with lots of love, i hope you enjoy it, i love you a lot â€ïž
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It was a beautiful and sunny day of June, summer had just begun and if you lived at Sunce Island you knew that was known as the most wonderful time of the year, almost as magical as christmas.Â
You were typing away on your laptop, sipping on your orange juice and soaking in that rare moment of calmness, listening to the soft clacks against the keys before the footsteps and laughter coming from the second floor became noticeable as they neared the stairs.Â
An excited group of college students passed you by, waving at you. Smiling back, you politely waved at them before getting back to work.
The beginning of summer also meant lots of new visitors at the island and luckily the Inn getting lots of new guests too, so you were working hard to make sure everyone would have the best time while staying there.
Focused on updating the Inn's social pages, you didn't notice the chubby little hand that tapped on the reception desk, tiny fingers reaching for the bell. You stopped typing and looked up just in time to see the woman who rushed and scooped the little boy up in her arms, before he could ring the bell for the third time.Â
âLucca, what did I tell you before we got out of the car?â She looked the little one in the eyes, holding his hand.
âNot touching anythingâ He murmured, looking down and upset that his fun was ruined.
âYes, we can't go around touching other people's stuffâ She reaffirmed and the boy nodded, the mom let go of his hand and looked at you âI'm sorry, he just turned 2 and is going through that exploring phaseâ She explained, offering you a shy smile.
âOh donât worry, thatâs okayâ You smiled at them âYou've got a pretty name, LuccaâÂ
âThank youâ He shyly murmured, nuzzling in his mom's arms. You both laughed at his cuteness, making him feel even more shy.
During registering her family entry, a man walked in and while waiting by her side, he couldnât help but eavesdrop on your chat.Â
After watching the family walk their way to the stairs, the brunette leaned closer, smirking charmly at you, his tone soft and low as he spoke.
âThis could be us, you know?â He had a teasing spark in his eyes while he beckoned at the stairs, making you roll your eyes playfully, understanding what he meant when showing the couple who spent their honeymoon there and was back with their little one to celebrate their 5th anniversary.Â
âWould the kid have your curly hair?â You smirked.
âOf course⊠my hair and your pretty smileâ He giggled, running a hand through the tousled curls, flirting back to try and conceal his flustering.
âOkay, goodâ You leaned back, pretending to think for a moment â...then I guess I'd like to have twoâ You said with a cheeky smile.Â
He nodded and you noticed his cheeks getting rosy despite his attempts to conceal it, looking away. You held back a laugh, it was quite endearing how a man like Chan could get all flushed so easily and you loved to push his buttons every time he came to stay there, which happened often.Â
âYou and me, two kids and a dogâ He chuckled, looking back at you.
âSounds like a plan, babyâ You nodded, grinning at him and holding your hand out for him to seal the deal.
âYeah, but I think you're forgetting an important detail in this big plan of yoursâ He held your hand, interwinning your fingers and gently giving it a squeeze against his.
âHmm, let me seeâŠâ You tapped your freshly red nails against the desk, glancing up as the words rolled out of your mouth âFriday night, homemade pasta, red wineâŠâÂ
You glanced at him âAm I missing anything?âÂ
âA red dress, maybe?â Chan's cheeks were red again, but he was also getting excited, picturing his night.
âNuh nuh, this part will be a surpriseâ You winked at him.
~ ⥠~Â
The clock hit 6 when you closed all the tabs on your computer âThat's enough for todayâÂ
You organized the little notes scattered all over your desk, threw the strawberry lollipop's papers away, grabbed your keys and phone and applied some lipstick on before you were ready to go.Â
Silence, that was so rare on the island that was always so vibrant with people buzzing around, but there was this very moment that locals would refer to as the resting hours, when the only sound belonged to the sea, because all tourists were back into their rooms, getting some rest and ready for the upcoming events.
You smiled admiring the way the sky looked like a painting with the hues of orange and pink as the sun kissed the sea goodbye, the breeze was cool, refreshing, just perfect.
Letting out a content sigh, you sat down, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your chin over it, you closed your eyes just in time to miss the shining spot falling from the sky, straight to the sea.
A strangled yelp made your eyes flutter open, at first you didn't see anything but the waves that were getting high, so you thought you imagined it, until a hand was raised, then it went down and another was up, a mess of limbs coming up before the waves crashed, almost like swiping whoever it was away.Â
âWhat theâŠâ You panicked. It was a person, you realized. Somebody was drowning and after a quick look around, you confirmed you were alone.
Alone and witnessing somebody drown.Â
The conclusion made a creep shiver run down your spine.Â
You didn't think, there was no time.Â
Acting up on pure instinct you stood up and ran into the water, losing a sandal on the way, you ignored the freezing sensation when you dove in, giving strong strokes until your hand reached the person's, you grabbed their wrist, holding tight as the waves kept coming, you pulled them to you and noticed it was a boy and he was unconscious because he simply let you turn his back to you and wrap your arm around his neck without panicking or react, which made you panic a lot, but that wasn't time for that, you had to take you both back to the shore.
Swimming back wasn't easy, the waves kept crashing relentlessly and you were struggling to not swallow the water, your heart was beating so fast it was almost as if it was trying to escape your body.
Gathering all your strength, you took a deep breath and gave strong strokes once again, reaching for the shore and letting his body roll, laying down in the sand.Â
You were panting as you laid beside him trying to catch your breath before leaning into your elbow and you coming closer, noticing he was breathing, you sighed in relief, touching your own heart, feeling how rapid it was beating. You took a good look at him, eyes roaming down his clothes.
He looked pretty and expensive in his all white outfit, his silk shirt had some shining silver details and his boots were silver too, probably a costume, you assumed and then your gaze shifted to his face, with his eyes still closed, you noticed his plush lips had a cute heart shape and his skin was kissed with little freckles.Â
âWhere's your friends, uh?â You teased, poking his arm and looking back into the sea. There was no yacht in sight. Your lips twisted and you turned back to him âBet they are all drunk too. Too drunk to even noticed you fellâÂ
No response, just his chest rising up slowly, like he was peacefully sleeping.
He was probably a junior, you assumed. It was definitely his first time on the island, that much you knew. A face like his wasn't something youâd forget.Â
âWhat were you doing? Itâs better not be those stupid tik tok dance challengesâ You frowned âDonât tell me I risked my life to save you because of thisâ You rolled your eyes, face contorting âBecause if you did, I'll smack you when you regain consciousnessâÂ
Still no reaction.Â
You gently pushed away a wet strand of his hair that was on his face, chuckling quietly âThis is so silly⊠I feel like Arielâ You thought for a moment, still holding the strand between your fingers âShould I sing you a song to wake you up?â
To Felix, your giggles were a faint sound as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes were still closed when he turned his head to the opposite side slightly and started coughing non stop. The persistent cough startled you and you pulled your hand back, staring at him with widened and surprised eyes. The boy rolled to the side, the coughs finally coming to an end, his eyes fluttered open slowly and he blinked a few times, your figure slowly becoming clear to him.
The wet and completely disheveled hair contouring your face, the little droplets that rolled down so lazily on your glowing skin, the parted lips and surprised gazeâŠÂ
It was the girl from the beach!Â
He recognized you right away and he got flushed, noticing you were even more pretty up and close. Felix's hand came to rest on your cheek, holding your face gently and making your brain short circuit for a moment.
âWhat happened? How did you end up here?â His voice was shaky and from his expression and pouty lips, you wouldnât be surprised if he started crying right away. You pulled back, his hand lingered in the air as you gasped and stared at him murmuring a âDude, what the hell?âÂ
âI⊠I was supposed to protect you⊠I should haveâŠâ His little rambling was confusing to you, but you laughed nevertheless. Drunk people were so random, you were barely paying attention, until he mentioned something about you being so pretty.Â
You turned to face him again, a little shy, pushing a strand of your still damp hair behind your ear. Damn, the drunk boy was really pretty, maybe you should leave your number at the place he was staying, so he could meet you up after sobering up.
Yeah, you'd definitely be doing that.
Felix sat up, he touched the sand by his sides, fingers digging on the fluffiness, his mind not so fogged up anymore as he gazed at the waves, then at his hands covered in sand and finally back at you.
âYou're not deadâ His tone was more calm, you shook your head.
âWell, it was really close, but no, we're aliveâ You shook your head joking.Â
âOhâŠâ He nodded, you werenât dead, okay, that was good, he was relieved. Felix gazed away, murmuring âI thought they picked us upâ
âOh no, I bet they were so drunk, they didn't even notice you fellâ You shrugged, standing up, cringing at your soaked skirt covered with sand and clinging to your body âI saved your life, you own me now, blondieâ
Felix struggled a little to stand up and you held his arm, helping him out. He felt the same annoyance as you because of his damp state, pouting and gazing down at his outfit.
âAlright, we must clean up. Tell me, where are you staying?â You watched him look up and point up to the sky.Â
âUp thereâÂ
âHa, very funny. Does this pick up line actually work?âÂ
He gazed at you with confusion, Felix had no idea what you meant. You sighed, it was getting late and you were getting hungry.Â
âFor real, what place are you staying in?â You tried once more and he pointed up again.
âUgh, who are you, an angel that fell from Heaven?â You mocked, looking away.
âExactly!â Felix nodded and you gazed back at him in completely disbelief.
You stared at him from head to toe, he did look ethereal, angelic even and he probably heard that a lot too, so maybe that was why his foggy mind was confusing him. As some noises started becoming noticeable, you saw the people were coming back to party and soon the beach would be crowded again. You let out a sigh, looking at him.
âOkay blondie, I can't leave you here like this. You're coming with me and tomorrow we can go and try to find your friendsâÂ
You turned around, missing Felix's little smile before he came to stop by your side. It was a small walk back to the Inn, you put back on your sandals when you reached the promenade, chewing on your bottom lip while the gears worked inside your mind. All rooms in the Inn were occupied, you'd need to take him to your house. But being alone in your house with a random drunk stranger wasn't an option either.
You had to come up with a solution and it was when you were about to reach the gate, fingers grazing over the keys in your pocket, that you looked at the house just three gates away and had an idea.Â
~ ⥠~Â
Felix's heart was buzzing as he watched you unlock the door. He followed you inside with sparkling eyes roaming all over the place, taking in every detail. The pastel blue walls adorned with your paintings and drawings, the shelf with your books collection, little flowers and the three green pots decorated with tiny strawberry drawings from your recent hobby: ceramic classes, the pictures with warm smiles and never ending blue skies behind. His lips tugged up in a soft smile, fingers hovering over a picture of you, sitting in a swing, during a spring day spent in the park, Felix didn't notice when you left, going for the guestâs room.
You rummaged through the dresser's drawers, picking a white t-shirt and a blue sweatpant, your face twisted when you fished out an underwear too. Your brother lived in another city, but loved coming to random visits so he would leave some clothes at your place just in case. You looked at the bed, went there and fluffed a pillow, smoothing the dark blue quilt lightly, before going after the drunk boy.Â
He was still absentmindedly looking at your stuff when you stood next him, gently touching his arm and handing out the clothes.Â
âThe bathroom's just through that door. There's clean towels in the second drawerâ You beckoned towards the hall and Felix nodded, holding the clothes against his chest.Â
âThanksâŠâ He trailed off, waiting to learn your name.
âY/nâ You told him, watching his face light up and he smiled.
âThanks, y/n. I'm FelixâÂ
âAlright, Felix, letâs go shower and change before we get a cold andâŠâ You stopped talking when you noticed his grin getting wider, cheeks getting slightly rosy and then you realized what you said, mentally face palming yourself âOh no, thatâs not what I meant, you go up there and I go the other wayâÂ
Felix's lips turned down, but he didnât say anything, simply watching you turn around and walk to the opposite side.Â
Shower together? Maybe another time, you couldnât help the little smirk playing on your lips as you walked into your room, imagining how fun it would be to undress the cute blonde and wash his body with your favorite body wash: that one with the strawberry scent. Hmm, he would look so good, all wet and covered in lather, you could probably eat him!
Your intrusive thoughts made you giggle, while separating a pair of clean underwear and your black night dress. You stopped before laying it in your bed, fingers grazing over the silk fabric, your lips twisted, remembering it wouldnât be something appropriate to wear while having a stranger in your house, so you brought it back to your wardrobe and picked the pink pajamas instead.Â
âOkay, thatâs betterâ You smiled and then your gaze met your phone on the bedside table, picking the device up, you quickly typed a message to Jisung, before heading to shower.
Felix was amazed after opening the wrong drawer, a sparkling green and blue ball caught his attention, picking it, the citrus scent filled his nostrils and his eyes sparked with curiosity. He read the little note attached to it, with instructions on how to use it. His smile got wider and he wasted no time in getting rid of his soaked clothes. The blonde struggled a little to turn the water on and giggled like a child after throwing the ball inside, watching the water become blue and bubbly.Â
He hopped in, the bath tube was so full the water was splashing out, but it was also so warm and good, Felix barely noticed it, still giggling with the bubbles floating and popping in the air, playing and splashing more water around.
~ ⥠~Â
You walked out of your room, fully dressed, with a pink towel wrapped in your hair and finishing applying lotion in your arms. Your eyes roamed around, no sight of Felix yet, so you walked to the couch and plopped down onto the lilac fluffiness, grabbing your phone and smiling at the notification.Â
Mystic boy đź: okay, i'll be there in 40 minutes âđ»
Mystic boy đź:Â i'm bringing pizza đ
Turning the TV on, zapping through the channels, the towel was gone long ago, and when another show started you realized that several minutes had passed and Felix was still in the bathroom.
âHmm, what's that little gremlin up to now?â You murmured, deciding to get up and go check.
âFelix?â A knock on the door. No reply. Another knock and nothing. You gazed down, noticing the trail of water coming out from underneath.Â
That little gremlin definitely did something. You sighed, opening the door slowly just to find the blondeâs feet lazily resting on the edge of the bath tube, his head rested on the other end and his eyes closed, lips tugged in a little grin as if he was having the sweetest dream in his little slumber.Â
Your gaze trailed down to the wet floor, before coming up back to the boy.
âFelix!â You shouted and he jolted in surprise, body slipping backwards, his head got under the greenish and full of lather water, limbs flying all over while his hands tried to grab the edges so he could stand up.
His head emerged up, his hair dripping as he stood up, splashing more water out and your eyes widened up.Â
âOh my God, what are you doing?â You didn't bother to cover your eyes, and obviously they instinctively roamed down, following the drops running down his chest and abs untilâŠ
And you felt a little disappointed noticing the lather wasn't letting you get the full view.Â
You noticed Felix's lips moving, he was giving you an explanation but you were too distracted to actually care.Â
The sound of the intercom pushed you back to earth, Jisung had arrived. You did a massage on your temples.
âJisungâs here⊠hurry up, he brought pizzaâ You sighed out before walking out and closing the door, leaving Felix and his mess behind.
You made your way to the gate, barely seeing Jisung's face behind the pizza boxes he was holding, but his annoyance was very clear, by the way he spoke to you.
âAre you insane?â He handed out two boxes and you almost let them fall.
âOh, hi Jisung. I'm great and you?â You kicked the gate closed and followed him inside your place.Â
Jisung ignored your sarcasm, eyes scanning all around, looking for the stranger. He went to the kitchen's counter and placed the pizzas there, turning to face you.
âI can't believe you broke our first and most important rule: donât let strangers into our house!â He scolded you and it was impossible to hold back your little shudder. All those years you had known Jisung, that was the first time you saw him like this.
âJi, letâs calm down, okay? Did you pay attention to my text?â You werenât mocking him at all, you knew his concern was real, just like yours was too, when he brought a crazy tourist to spend the night and woke up the next day with a hickey, his house spotless and a note saying he didnât need to thank her for the clean up. Later that day he found out the 100 bucks he was saving were gone.
âI told you, he was drunk⊠I saved him, the inn's full andâŠâÂ
You noticed Jisungâs eyes widening and blinking, gazing over your shoulder, so you turned your head to check and your lips parted slightly.
âOkay, I'd let him in my place tooâŠâ The brunette sighed, flushed by Felix's beauty when the angel appeared fully clothed, with his hair damped, a shy smile and towel in hand.
âBoy, shut up!â You smacked Jisungâs arm, but he didnât even flinch, still staring at the blonde.
âUhh, hi!â Felix shyly waved at the boy.
âDamn!â Jisung grabbed your arm, clearly charmed by Felixâs deep voice.
âJisung, behave! What the hell?â You hissed, pulling your arm back. Felix giggled, but his cheeks got a rosy shade.
âExcuse him, he just spent too much time under the sunâŠâ You rolled your eyes, beckoning at the boxes âNow let's eat before they get coldâ
The boys helped you set the table and Felix's stomach growled when you opened the box, the delicious aroma filling up the dining room.Â
âHmm, this is amazing!â Felix's eyes sparked as he grabbed another piece and yours widened when you noticed he was piling up the pieces and giving them a huge bite.Â
âI'm curious, there's pizza in heaven?â Jisung asked him, gazing at the blonde with genuine curiosity. Unlike you, he believed Felix when the angel said he fell from the sky.
***Â
âI could tellâŠâ He said earlier âYour aura shines differentlyâ
You rolled your eyes, mystic boy clearly was affected by his new found boy crush.Â
âReally, Jisung. You see auras now?â You mocked, taking a bite.
Jisung gave you a long stare before he spoke âYeah, yours is really grey, by the wayâÂ
Your mouth fell agap in offense and Felix giggled, you were about to snap at the brunette, but Felix said âHeâs joking, your aura's pink and beautifulâŠâ He smiled at you and murmured â...just like youâ Which made you almost choke on the cheese.
***Â
âNo, our food's different from yoursâ Felix shook his head, eating another big bite.
âAnd does it taste good?â Jisung asked again, taking a sip of his soda.
âI bet it tastes divineâ You mocked, sipping on your juice.
âOh for sure!â Felix nodded, grinning happily, not perceiving your tone.
After dinner they boys helped you to clean everything and you went to your room, to pick a pillow and some blankets for Jisung, who would sleep on the couch.Â
Once he was settled, you turned the lights off and just when you were passing by the half open door from the guestâs room, you heard Felix calling your name.Â
You slightly pushed the door open, peeking inside, seeing the blonde already tucked under the covers, he beckoned for you to come closer, smirking as he watched your small steps lead you towards him.
âYou forgot to wish me goodnightâ He whispered and even though the lights were dim, you could see his pretty features and the delicate contorn of his heart-lips pouting.Â
âWhat? I just said it before you came hereâ You tried to sound nonchalant, as if his cute pout didn't give you an urge to squeeze his pretty face.
âI want a goodnight kissâ He looked away and then shrugged, and your heart skipped a beat.
âYou gotta be kidding me!â You were about to turn on your heels.
âChangbin always gives me one, before going to sleepâ He casually said, turning to face you with those puppy eyes.Â
You crossed your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head, but Felix pouted again, closing his eyes like he was waiting. He wouldnât give up easily, you realized.
âOkay, fineâŠâ You murmured under your breath, leaning closer âBut donât push your luckyâÂ
Felix smiled and pouted again, you closed your eyes as you gave his forehead a kiss, lips lingering just a little too long before pulling back.
âNight night, y/nnieâŠâ He said cutely, which made you flushed, but you did your best to not let it show though.Â
âGoodnight, Felixâ You walked away, watching him happily wave at you as you closed the door slowly.
You sighed. It was such an eventful day, you were happy to finally slide under the sheets, so tired that sleep met you right away.
~ ⥠~
Next morning you woke up before the alarm went off, so you surely gave yourself those blissful 5 more minutes of sleep, before sadly leaving the bed. After going to the bathroom and changing into a pink sundress, you walked to the kitchen.
First thing you saw was Jisung leaned on the counter and Felix standing in front of him, upper body slightly curved forward, fists clenching and uniting. You stopped some steps away, hearing him groan, and your eyebrows narrowed, wondering what he was up to now.
The straw of Jisungâs chocolate milk escaped from his lips as he excitedly whispered wow wow wow, as if something magical was happening.
It wasn't.
Felix's face was getting red due to the effort, he groaned again, louder. Frustrated. He gave up and decided to sit back in front of his new friend, grabbing his milk and sipping on the chocolate sweetness.Â
âThat's okay, buddy. Maybe you just need more timeâ Jisung gently patted his shoulder and Felix nodded, looking upset.
You walked to the fridge, grabbing the ingredients to make some pancakes. Jisung came behind you when you were putting the apron on, helping you to tie it around your waist.
âI'm afraid, but I'll ask anyway⊠what are you guys up to now?â You whispered to him.
âHe can't get his wings outâ He whispered back, glancing over his shoulder. Felix was gazing at the other side, head resting on his hand, appearing to be sad.
âOhâŠâ You simply said, cracking the eggs open, you still didn't fall for that âangel talkâ, it was just your luck to have two silly boys in your place.Â
âGirl, I know you donât believe it, but he's telling the truthâ Jisung took the bowl from your hand and started whisking the mix.Â
âJi, you do realize how insane it sounds, right?â You leaned against the counter, watching Felix grimace again, his fists clenching, he was trying whatever that was, again.
âYeah, I know⊠but isn't it also exciting?â Jisung grinned with conspiracy âI never met an angel beforeâ
âWell, it would honestly be concerning if youâd tell me that you didâ You picked the bowl from him, poured it onto the pan and turned up the heat to the stove.
Jisung ignored your comment and kept his tone low âHe was playing around, then he accidentally slipped and the last thing he knew was waking up and seeing youâ
âPlaying around?â You chuckled in disbelief, flipping the pancake âIs that what angels do? Damn, I used to think they had duties and stuffâ
Jisung left the kitchen after murmuring something about going to pick his cards. You put the pancakes piled up on a plate, the vanilla scent adding to the cozy atmosphere in the kitchen. The sweet was covered with syrup and you grabbed a knife to cut some strawberries to add too.
You popped one into your mouth and noticed Felix's curious gaze at you.
âYou want some?â You offered, showing him the fruit.
âMhmmâ He nodded, opening his mouth and waiting for you to feed him. As if this was the most casual thing ever.
What a cheeky gremlin. All the info you had ever heard about angels was they took care of people and all that, but not even 24 hours there and suddenly you were baby-sitting him.
âDon't get used to itâ You scoffed, feeding him. You shivered in the moment his lips wrapped around your fingers too, wet and warm around your skin.Â
His eyes closed and he hummed again, the sound deep and obscene. You mentally face palmed yourself, for the way your body reacted, for the intrusive thoughts making you want to push your fingers and play with his tongue, for wondering how sweet his lips would taste.
The pop of him letting go brought you back to reality, he smirked at you with mischief, as if he knew exactly the effect he had. Werenât angels supposed to be so pure?
âMoreâ He pleaded with those puppy eyes.
âYou can pick it, yourselfâ You pulled back, trying to act nonchalant and he giggled, picking one and taking a bite.
âDoesn't taste as good as when you fed meâ He sighed, but picked another one to eat, anyway.
Jisung came back, wingling the little purple box in hand. You decided to eat breakfast before sitting down and using the cards. Felix watched it all intently, the way Jisung skill mixed them over and over, before laying it down like a huge fan.
The blonde concentrated as he was instructed, closed his eyes, took deep breaths and let his hand hover over the shining paper for a moment, when he finally picked three. His heart beated faster as Jisung turned them over, one by one, gasping quietly and looking surprised.
You looked over from behind Felix, trying to understand what those images meant, two of them were reversed and when Felix moved to fix their position, Jisung shook his head.
âThey must stay like this, just like you choseâ He explained, which made you and the blonde gulp in worry.Â
Jisung looked at the cards carefully, chewing on his lower lip and running his index finger on the images, contemplating, just like you saw him doing over and over again, on that little corner at the cafĂ©, telling people they would meet their soulmate while walking by and watching the sunset on the beach. It was so simple, yet so romantic and delusional. No doubt that it worked all the time, not because of Jisung's impressing tarot reading skills, but because that was pretty much the experience of every tourist that was single when they stepped into the island.Â
âOkay⊠the reason you can't get your wings out is because you're stuck hereâ Jisung held his own hands, resting his elbows on the table.
Felix gazed at him with confusion, and you looked down at the cards.
âWhat? Like he has a mission or something?â You picked one, looking at it carefully, it had a drawing of a lonely leaf floating on water.
Jisung shook his head âNo, not really. It doesn't say anything about it hereâÂ
âThat's so random, read it again!âÂ
âY/n, you can't simply start all over just because you didn't like the answers you've got the first timeâ Jisung told you, looking back at Felix.
âMaybe you broke them? Does it hurt?âÂ
âA little, hereâ Felix touched his back, where two little scars could be felt under his fingers. Every angelâs wings would be retracted there, but they could spring them free, when needed.
âAnd his friends can't come to like⊠rescue him or something?â You asked with genuine concern âLike⊠how do we send him back?â Jisung looked back on the cards, analysing the meanings.
âIt says here they will, but not nowâŠâ Jisung pulled a new card, it had a little yellow bird caged âOh, they arenât allowed to come yet, because he needs to learn how to behaveâÂ
Jisung looked up at Felix, smirking âWho'd think angels could be naughty?âÂ
Felix blushed, looking away and you giggled, he was cute when he got all shy like that.Â
âAlright so, we must plan our new schedule nowâ Jisung suggested, picking his phone and opening the calendar.
âOhh, baby-sitting an angel, that definitely wasn't in my bingo cardâ You sighed.
~ ⥠~Â
âSo, Jisung will come pick you up to shop for some clothes later. This will be your phone, I saved mine and his numbers hereâŠâ You gave your old phone to Felix â...so if you need talk to us, all you have to do is click on our names and send us a textâÂ
âOkay!â Felix grinned, admiring the device on his hands. You turned around, starting to type on your computer. After planning everything out, it was decided you'd bring Felix with you to the inn, since Jisung had readings all morning.Â
âThat's like bringing your kid to workâ You chuckled, murmuring to yourself. At least Felix was just sitting there, not causing any trouble.
Until your phone started buzzing over and over. You picked it up, checking the notifications: lots of texts, mostly random emojis sent from an unknown number.Â
You didn't need to open them to know it came from Felix, his giggles gave him away, but it was the picture you didn't even notice him snapping, that caught your attention.
It was his face, zoomed out in such a strange angle, half to the side, eyes and nose looking so big, he reminded you of aâŠ
âOh my God, what is it? You're looking like a frog!â You whined, staring down at the screen, zooming out the picture he sent you, that was also his icon on the chat app.
Felix chuckled, imitating the sound of the animal, and your eyes widened, freezing in surprise, but you couldnât hold back a laugh.
âNuh nuh, we gotta fix thatâ You turned to him, opening the camera and his expression changed when you snapped a new picture: a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, his eyes gazing down, some strands of his hair falling in front of his forehead and your stomach got filled with thousand butterflies going wild.Â
âUhh, hiii. Excuse me!â You turned your head, seeing two girls standing in front of the desk.Â
âGood morning, how can I help you?â You said politely, offering them a smile.
âWe've got a reservation under the name of Yildizâ One of them replied and you typed the name.
âHere, room orhideja. Upstairs, fifth door by the left, it's the lilac oneâ You picked the key with the little matching orchid keychain and handed it to her. That's when you noticed the way both girls were staring at Felix.
âThanks!â They said together, smiling, but not to you, and actually for the blonde.Â
The one with pink hair styled in braids reached out for her suitcase, groaning and when Felix noticed her âstruggle', he stood up.Â
âWould you like some help with that?â He offered, already coming out from behind the desk.
Obviously they said yes, nodding right away, exchanging glances. You rolled your eyes. Damn it, college girls could be so obnoxious.Â
âI'll be right backâ Felix winked at you before turning to them, grabbing their suitcases and walking with them in hands, going for the stairs.
âHunfâŠâ You shrugged, avoiding watching him go.Â
You should have seen it coming, it was Felix and his perfect angelic face, of course he would cause a fuzz. That moment in reception was just a sneak peek of what you had to endure with all those girls trying to catch his attention somehow, until finally Jisung arrived, taking the boy with him like divorced parents looking after their kid.Â
Okay, the frog picture would stay.Â
Letting him stay in the inn wasn't an option anymore, you realized. Those girls wouldnât give him a break, and even though you had lots of young guests full of hormones, it was still a family's place after all. And he was innocent, they would eat him alive. There wouldnât be a single feather left in the end.
You couldnât allow that. No, no. Plus, you had a spare room, it's not like you'd sleep together or anything, so there would be no problem. Just for a couple of days, soon their friends would come and life would be normal again, you'd pretend this was nothing but a crazy dream.Â
But reality wasn't as simple as you imagined it would be.Â
~ ⥠~Â
Giggles, lots of them, loud and annoying as you followed them, letting the sound lead you to the backyard of the inn, to the pool area. Spotted.Â
Surrounded by a small group of girls was Felix, giggling with them, his slim but toned figure almost glowing under the sun, wearing that white yet so sinful tank top and denim shorts.Â
You groaned with annoyance, stepping closer enough to witness what was happening: a navy bottle in one hand, the other splashed out against the back of one of them, the girl peeking over her shoulder to gaze at him, holding her hair to the side. Your eyes followed his moves, hand roaming down her back, rubbing the white lotion.Â
âMy turn next!â A girl exclaimed, raising her hand.
âFelix!â You crossed your arms in front of your body, lips pressing together and a foot tapping insistently on the ground.
The giggles died right away, turning into annoyed glances that you completely ignored as you watched him turn and grin widely at you.
âY/nnie!â He greeted you with a surprise hug, earning a squeal from you.
âWhat are you doing here, uh?â You asked, pulling away from him and smoothing your crop top.Â
It had been a month since your life changed, saving a crazy drunk from drowning, just to learn he was an angel, which still sounded very insane to you from time to time. Nobody came after him, not even tried any contact. In the first week, every morning, without noticing you were peeking, Felix would stay in the backyard, trying to get his wings back. It was very cute, actually, the way his eyes would close, cheeks would turn rosy and his fists clench hard.
As the days went by, it seemed like he was getting used to life down here. Curious, he wanted to learn about everything, so at night, when he would offer to brush and braid your hair, you'd watch tv together and talk about your lives and experiences, it was fun to learn about the celestial world, Felix told you that unlike many others, he wasn't human before becoming one, so he had no previous memories like some of them.Â
That was the reason everything felt so new and exciting for him, why he was always giggling and with sparkling eyes as he would tell you what he and Jisung had been up to during their days.Â
Felix spent lots of time with Jisung, they clicked right away, which was great for you, because he would drive you insane most of the time, messing stuff around while trying to âhelpâ, plus, it wasn't good to let him be in the inn either, especially without supervision, because scenes like this were highly like to happen. So you got him a video game to keep him distracted while Jisung was busy and it was working just fine.Â
âYou werenât there when I woke up, I wanted to see my jagodicaâŠâ His gaze roamed down the red fabric, and his arms wrapped around you again, holding you tight. Your heart skipped a beat because the nickname caught you off guard, and you couldnât hold back your grin, especially after taking a little glimpse at the annoyed girls behind him.Â
You werenât there when I woke up⊠Your arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him tight too.
Cute. He was so precious, he made it sound like you were in a special relationship without even realizing it, and you wouldnât be crazy to say otherwise.Â
âAlright, enough of helping. You're being needed inside, nowâ You pulled back and held his hand. Felix smiled, looking at your fingers intertwined, and let you pull him along with you back inside.
âWhat do you need me to do?â He asked, sitting down beside you.
âJustâŠâ You looked around, trying to find something to keep him busy, then you remembered the booking site âClick on the heart on people's comments and answer their questionsâÂ
âOkay!â He nodded, starting to like the comments. You smirked, resuming to work with Felix every once in a while asking you the info he needed to reply to the guests online.Â
Your fingers blindly tapped against the desk, seeking for your black coffee.
âUuuugh, thatâs awfulâ He groaned, face twisting as if he was in pain, holding your cup away.
âSilly, donât you have coffee in heaven?â You grabbed the cup from his hand, chuckling and taking a sip âYou guys are missing outâÂ
He kept groaning how awful that was, body shaking as if he was trying to get the coffee out of his system. You chuckled again, standing up and leaving the little drama queen alone for a moment.Â
âAlright, angel. Try thisâ You held out the small and pink milk carton for him.Â
âWhat's it?â He picked it, inspecting the drawing of little strawberries with caution.Â
âStrawberry milk. Don't worry, you're gonna love itâÂ
He nodded, but you could tell he was still a little suspicious, while trying it out. It changed right when the liquid hit his taste buds and his eyes popped up like a cartoon, humming and giving up a thumbs up in approval.
âThis is amazing, we donât have stuff like this up thereâ He looked at the carton again, rambling to himself âMaybe we could ask for them to come and pick some⊠is it possible to send stuff up there?âÂ
You giggled, gently pinching his cheek âSilly little gremlin, you can't send it to the heaven like fedexâÂ
âThat's not funâ He pouted and sipped more, making you giggle again.Â
It was almost evening when a couple stopped by the desk, asking for recommendations of a nice place to go have dinner. You were still chatting with them, asking what their vibes were, when Felix chimed in.
âYou should go to the Garden's bistrĂŽâ He typed something on his phone and then showed the screen for the couple.
âOhh, it seems niceâ The man said with a smile.
âYeah, exactly what we are looking forâ The woman agreed, smiling too.
You watched as he even suggested to them what they should choose from the menu. A smirk tugging in the corner of your mouth, you waited for them to leave before you playfully poked his side.
âGarden's bistrĂŽ? How come I didnât know about this place?â Â
âI saw it on tik tok, it's trending on the best places to visitâ He said with a proud smile.
You simply nodded and after being silent for some time, while you finished putting everything back in the right place, Felix spoke again.
âWe should go thereâÂ
âYeah, sure. We could go somedayâŠâ You said absentmindedly, writing down some notes.
âNo! Letâs go now!â Felix gently shook your arm and you turned to face him.
âPlease, y/nnie. You never spend time with meâ He pouted.
âWhat do you mean? We always spend time togetherâÂ
âYeah, but only after work and always in your house. Itâs not the sameâÂ
âYou won't leave it, will you?âÂ
âOf course notâ He shook his head.
âOkay, fineâŠâ You sighed out âJust gotta go shower firstâÂ
Felix grinned, hugging you and randomly giving your cheek a big smooch, chuckling after from your surprised gasp and flushed face.
âYou're cute, jagodicaâÂ
~ ⥠~Â
It wasn't a date, you kept repeating to yourself in the shower, and while applying your favorite lotion, then after changing your dress twice, choosing a red backless one and styling your hair down.Â
You stopped by the mirror and did your makeup, going an extra mile with that red lipstick, you smiled at your reflection and put on the little tub inside your purse, grabbing your phone and leaving your room.
Felix was waiting outside the house, looking effortlessly good in blue jeans, a white shirt and a denim matching jacket on top. His hair was a little tousled and his eyes sparked when he saw you, eyes roaming shameless down your figure, that side smirk appearing on his lips.Â
âLooking goodâÂ
âThanks, you arenât that bad eitherâ You tried to sound a little nonchalant and he smiled, grabbing your hand.
âLetâs go!â He excitedly grabbed your hand and almost made you fall with the sudden pull for you to follow him.
It was a small run - walk - to the bistrĂŽ, accommodated between the buildings, like a hidden gem, the place was small, green and cozy. There were all types of flowers decorating the walls, and a beautiful view from the sea. Felix guided you to the table there.
After placing your orders, Felix saw the yellow tulips on the vase near your table and with a cheeky smirk, he plucked the flower without you realizing, being distracted admiring the love quotes delicately written on the wall. He gently tapped your shoulder and you covered your little gasp with your hand, admiring the tulip he gave to you.
âAre you crazy? You can't pluck the flowersâ You whispered, giggling. Your heart swell with such cute gesture.
âOh no?â He looked at you with panic, picking the tulip and trying and failing to put it back. Which made you giggle more.
âStop itâŠâ You picked it back, holding it close against your chest âIt's mine now, here's another lesson for you, once a gift is given, you can't take it backâÂ
He nodded, taking mental notes and then stared at you âDo you like it?âÂ
âI love it!â You smiled at him with sincerity and he smiled back at you.Â
The sweet moment was interrupted by the waiter who came with your meals, and Felix chuckled watching you quickly hide the tulip, putting it on your lap, both sharing a cheeky glance, thanking him for the food and chuckling when he left.
Dinner was good, filled with chat and laughter. You didn't notice the time passing, chuckling with him once again, as the waiters started to pick everything up, in a subtle way to invite guests to leave.Â
You let him hold your hand on the way back, swinging them as you walked down the streets. The air was getting windy and some dark clouds hid the stars, so you hurried up to make it back before the rain would start.
Inside, you went to pick a vase to put your flower, while Felix stayed in the living room, glancing out of the window. A thunder made him shiver slightly, crossing his arms.Â
Oh, sleeping with storms outside really was something else. You thought, turning to the side and cuddling your pillow, you were almost drifting to dreamland, when your door opened.Â
Felix didn't even say anything, he just rushed under the duvet like a cat and you noticed he was trembling.
âHey hey, what's wrong?â You instinctively touched his arm.
âThe rainâŠâ His whisper was barely audible because of the pouring rain, but you understood, opening your arms and letting him scoot closer to you.
âShhh, it's okay⊠I'm hereâ You soothed him, fingers gently carding through his hair, his head resting against your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
âCan I stay here?â He whispered again, his tremblings were slowing down. You pondered for a moment, but when you gazed down and saw those puppy eyes staring at you, there was no way you could tell him no.
âOkay, but just because of the rainâ You sighed out and he grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush towards him. Your heart skipped a beat.
âThanks y/nnieâŠâ He said with a cute voice and if he wasn't trembling a minute ago, you'd think he was faking this fear of rain to try and be sneaky.
âThat's okay, just donât make me regret itâ You murmured, shifting and turning away from him, trying to act nonchalant as he was then spooning you. Felix shifted too, molding your body against his, face nuzzling on your hair, his voice muffled.
âNight night, y/nnieâÂ
âGoodnight, Felixâ
It wasn't raining in the morning and you woke up some time before your alarm went off. Stirring up, you felt trapped and then looked down, confirming your suspicions. Felix had a leg thrown over your thigh and one hand was casually resting against your breast. Your eyes widened and you tried to escape from his embrace, only to be squeezed.Â
You pushed his hand away, groaning âHey, what do you think you're doing?âÂ
âY/n?â Damn, his voice sounded even deeper. He was sleepy, very sleepy as his hand came up once again.
âHey hey, you can't do that!â You scolded him, holding his hand down and away from his target. Ignoring the tingle you felt in your core.
âWhy not? Itâs softâŠâ He rambled in his slumber âI like itâ Felix chuckled softly at his confession.
You wouldnât lie, it got you flushed, but you also wouldnât give it away either.
âIt's not proper, but we will have that talk when you are fully awakeâÂ
âMhmmmâÂ
âNow behave, or I'll kick you out of my bedâ You threatened him.Â
âMhmmmâ He kept his leg over yours, but his hands were then resting in âsafe placesâ.Â
That wasn't the only night you slept together, rainy nights were happening more often, it was quick and not too loud, but it was enough for Felix, who would wrap his arms around your body and make you fall on bed by his side, when you'd give his goodnight kiss.
And deep down, you were enjoying this more than you should.
~ ⥠~Â
Felix learned his lesson and wasn't plucking flowers anymore, except for that day when you arrived back upset and he left a red rose on your bedside table for when you'd wake up the next day. Cutely lying it had already fallen when he got it, you knew it didnât, but his gesture was so sweet, you just smiled and didn't say anything else. He smiled, looking down at the yellow tulips bouquet in his hands that he got after his visit to a little flower shop he found during his exploration of the island.Â
His smile faded when he walked in the inn. Standing there, lazily leaning against the desk, was a man, his hair tousled and curly, muscular arms full on display thanks to his black tank top. Felix's lips pressed together, watching the way you were giggling at something he said, and his whole body felt like burning when the man touched your hand.
Felix's body wasn't the only thing that felt like burning. The moment Chan held your hand and playfully intertwined your fingers, he jolted with a hiss, pulling his hand away instantly.Â
The blonde smirked, feeling proud. He didnât get his wings back yet, but at least his powers were. And in the moment your confused gaze went from Chan's palm to Felix's smile, something inside you told you that it wasn't a coincidence.
âYou should probably run some water on itâ You told Chan, noticing how red it got.
âYeah, guess I should do it now. Before it gets worse, talk to you later, y/nâ He nodded, walking away slightly disappointed.
Felix approached you with a smirk, showing you the flowers. You picked them when he handed the bouquet to you.
âIt was you, wasn't it?â You smelled the fresh scent of them.
âI've got no idea what you're talking aboutâ He looked away, failing to sound nonchalant and you smirked.
âYeah, just like that other day on the beach. That dude who randomly tripped and fell on his faceâ You giggled, remembering how your legs was the last thing the random guy saw before kissing the sand.
âWell, if he paid attention to where he's walking, stuff like this wouldnât happenâ He shrugged. And you found his jealousy adorable.
âCuteâ You giggled again and Felix blushed slightly, looking away.Â
Felix invited you out to dinner that night, another new habit of his. He was loving to explore the island and consequently find new restaurants too, but that night in particular he wasn't hyped to try the delicious pasta, he actually wanted to hide the news that he almost burned the kitchen down, while trying to recreate a recipe he learned on tik tok.Â
Dinner was great, there was a violinist playing some romantic songs in the little cantina, and between the bites of pasta and sips of wine, you and Felix got tipsy very fast. You decided to walk back home, wearing his jacket, with his arm thrown over your shoulder and yours around his waist, you strolled slowly though the pebbles by the beach, admiring the small waves from a far.
âWell, today was funâ You commented, lifting your arms up and yawning.Â
Felix hummed in agreement, his fingers still running through your hair, while you sat on the floor, with him behind you on the couch, a random movie you both werenât paying attention to was on TV.Â
âI'm going to bed nowâ You stood up, smoothing your pink nightdress, you yawned again. Felix chuckled, standing up too and playfully poking your nose.
âCute sleepy, moranguinhoâÂ
âUh?â You looked at him with heavy sleepy eyes.Â
âIt means little strawberryâ He chuckled once again and you groaned. Boy was spending too much time with tourists to your liking.
âHm, okay. Goodnightâ You gave him a quick peck on his cheek and turned on your heels, going to your room closely followed by him that even had the audacity to pull the duvet and lay down before you.
âWhat do you think you're doing?â You lied down too, but kept a distance from him.
âGoing to sleepâ He replied cheeky, grinning.
âYour room's over thereâ You beckoned and instead of getting up, he scooted closer.
âI know, but you arenât thereâ Your heart fluttered and your gaze went down.
âOur agreement was only on rainy nightsâ You murmured, fluffing your pillow.
âA storm can start at any minute nowâ He said with conviction and you shook your head.
âNo way, the sky was clearâ You said and Felix just stared at you, as if he was waiting and some minutes after, you heard a thunder.Â
âYou gotta be kidding me!â Your mouth fell agap in surprise âDid you do that?â
He chuckled, finding your surprise very endearing and shook his head.
âMaybe somebody up there's by my sideâ He pointed up, joking. Earlier the news warned about random climate changes to be expected.
You were still impressed, letting him pull you closer and hugging you, staring at you with a mischievous smile.
âWhat now?â You asked, staring back at him.
âA kissâ He whispered, pouting.
âYou already got oneâ You tried to not giggle, covering his pout with your hand and Felix licked your palm, making you squeal and pull back.
âHey!â
âBut I came to sleep here, so that one doesn't countâ He shrugged.
âOkay, fineâ You rolled your eyes and leaned in, giving his cheek another small peck âGoodnight, Felixâ
âY/nâŠâ His hand held the back of your neck, his touch was gentle, just to keep you in place before you pulled more away. Your heart was beating fast and your face was so close to his, you could count his freckles even under the dim light.
âFelix, whatâŠâ Your voice was barely audible.
âI want a kissâ He repeated, his tone more serious now, gaze traveling down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes âLike the one people were sharing at the restaurantâÂ
Your heart flipped and you shivered, staring at him. All this time living the blonde, you got used to his playful personality and his casual flirting, but in that moment⊠It didnât seem like he was joking.
âWhy?â You asked softly, his hand still keeping you in place, but you knew you could pull away if you wanted to.
âBecause Hyunjin told me thatâs how people express their affectionâÂ
âHyunjin? Who's him?â You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was making friends you werenât aware of on the island.
âHe's the cupid, the angel of loveâ Felix explained.
Right, you forgot there were sections in Heaven, with angels belonging to groups and having assigned duties.
âOh yeah, okay⊠hmm, but you know, there's lots of ways you can express your affecâŠâ Your words got cut short when Felix decided to close the distance between you two, pressing his lips against yours. Softly. Hesitant, even. So delicate, you could barely feel his lips, just the jolt of electricity that ran down your whole body.
He pulled back just a little and you blinked a few times, standing still. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed and heart racing when he whispered.
âKiss me⊠nowâ And that's what you did, taking the lead, you were the one to close the barely existing gap between you, pressing your lips more firmly against his soft ones and the jolt felt stronger this time.Â
Felix gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, tilting his head slightly, mirroring your actions. He parted his lips slightly and shivered when your tongue traced his bottom lip before diving inside. He didnât even notice the thunder, having his own storm happening inside him, Felix never felt such a thing before. He let his tongue slide into your mouth, moving against yours, tasting you, exploring you while his hand that was on the back of your neck trailed down slowly, caressing your collarbone and you could feel his little smirk when his feather like touch reached your breast, giving it a little squeeze and earning a little gasp from you.Â
He liked that, the softness, how it felt on his hand, your little sound, how it made him feel a funny tingle down there.Â
He squeezed it again, and you gripped on his arm. Your lips were moving in sync, you were feeling tingles all over, and that's when you felt it too. When Felix pressed his body harder against yours, not only he got hard, he also was hopping lightly against your thigh and your eyes fluttered open when you noticed that, gently pushing him.
âOkay, enoughâ You whispered against his lips, a little breathless like him. Felix nodded, but instead of pulling away, he captured your lips again, kissing you like you did to him on the first time and you let him.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, the kiss was getting hungrier, and you rolled over, straddling him. The sound he let out was the most beautiful thing you ever heard and you bit down on his bottom lip, letting your soaked panties drag against his covered length.
Felix felt in heaven, which was a funny comparison, but no words could describe better the sensations he was feeling inside, overwhelming him, turning him into a whimpering mess under you. And the best part was that you didn't even start.Â
He let his hands roam over your sides, feeling you up before they went for your breasts again, fondling them, you moaned against his lips, leaving them to trail wet kisses on his neck. Hips rolling slowly against his, you barely moved and he groaned deeper, crying out your name over and over again as he came on his pants.Â
You pulled back, looking at his face, panting, shaking beneath you, with his rosy cheeks and hair falling on his forehead, lips slightly parted and the cutest clueless expression.Â
âShhh, thatâs okay⊠y/nnie got you!â You caressed his cheek and gave him a little peck. He looked so good, you wished you could just eat him up. So you kept moving, a little faster now, seeking your own high too, almost instinctively.Â
Felix's eyes rolled to the back of his head, groaning, that was too much, his hands went for your hips, holding you, letting you do whatever you were doing that was making you moan and look like a hot mess on top of him. Until your whole body was trembling and you collapsed on top of him.
âY/nnie, are you okay?â He whispered, his tone soft but also concerned, touching your hair gently.
Your reply was a muffled ramble against his shoulder, Felix didn't understand much other than great but that was enough for him to relax. You shifted again, adjusting yourself still on top of him, letting your fingertips caress down his chest, while you calmed down.Â
Then reality kicked in and you suddenly lifted your head, staring at him and before you could say anything, he pulled you in for a kiss that made you melt into his arms. That kiss felt different, less desperate, more romantic, slow and sweet, just like his hands caressing your skin, still unsure, but curious, eager to learn you. And you'd gladly help him in his mission, sighing and arching against his palm as he took note of every little reaction he could get from you.Â
You knew you should stop, this was surely wrong for so many different reasons, but every word in that big list seemed to fade with every caress and every little kiss so carefully peppered on your neck, leaving just a blank space ready to be filled with your sweet moments together. The reasons why it was right. You were burning up for him, not just out of lust, but also the love you were tired of ignoring.Â
Felix was taught when you loved someone, the best way to express it was with actions, every kiss and touch was like a confession, like a promise, like a tattoo. Something precious, to be imprinted on your lover's soul and carried forever. Leaving traces of you was always a great option too, although Felix wasn't really sure how to do it. But he wanted to learn, he wanted to learn everything from you and with you. The pretty girl from the beachâŠ
Countless were the nights he spent admiring you from afar, daydreaming of what life would look like, if he only had a chance. He was scared, when he fell, but that feeling was gone the moment he opened his eyes and saw you there. The angel thought he was dreaming, that was too good to be true.
Just like it was too good to finally be breathing in your sweet scent, while trailing soft kisses on your neck, lips gently grazing over the sensitive skin, tongue darting out to give an experimental lick, smirking when you shivered and doing it again, getting more deliberated. He took his time, following his instincts, slowly rolling you to lay on your back, his body hovering above yours, he sat down on his knees for a moment, letting you pull his t-shirt up.Â
You smirked, admiring his abs, mesmerized with the glow of the moonlight on his skin, fingertips reaching out, roaming all over, feeling him shiver under your touch. Who would have thought there was a gym in Heaven? You wanted to laugh, but held back, it wasn't the moment for that. Instead, you sat up, kissing his collarbone, shoulder and then his neck, each kiss lingered longer than the last, until you reached his jaw and went for his lips again.Â
Felix touched your shoulder, playing with the thin strap of your night dress, twirling it between his fingers while the kiss got deeper, until he pulled back just to lean in again, lips going for your neck, he found the sensitive spot right under your ear and nibbled there, when you moaned, tilting your head back, he let his tongue and teeth explore freely, while he pulled the night dress down.Â
He was doing it like you did to him, until his hand tugged on the delicate fabric and he made it lower even more down, exposing your breasts. His brain short circuited when you laid on your back again and his breath hitched, reaching out to touch and squeeze them.Â
Hovering over you again, with those big and needy eyes staring at you, thumbs teasing your nipples, you bit down your lower lip, knowing exactly what he wanted.
âGo aheadâŠâ You sighed out, closing your eyes right before he leaned down, capturing a nipple and sucking a little too hard. You whimpered and he looked up at you.
âBaby, it feels good, but itâs also sensitive, so just be a little bit careful, okay?â You said gently, caressing his hair. Felix nodded, twirling his tongue around the bud before he started sucking again, his hand never stopping squeezing and teasing the other.
âYeah, just like that!â You purred, panties getting more damped, and he was hard again, occasionally rubbing against your thigh.Â
He let it go with a pop and did the same with the other before his hands slowly pulled the silk all the way down, until he tossed it somewhere on the floor. His eyes got darker as he gazed down at your body and stopped at the dampness on the white lace.Â
âYou've got soaked like meâŠâ He said under his breath and you smiled. His innocence was so cute.Â
âI did, but itâs not the same as you, loveâ You smiled again at his confused expression, looking back at you.
âNo?âÂ
You shook your head, gently grabbing his wrist âNo. This is arousal, it means I'm enjoying what you're doingâŠâ You guided his hand to the fabric, letting his fingers run down your covered middle and your hips instinctively circled, seeking for friction. "Feel it?"
âIt's wetting my fingersâŠâ He breathed out, that side proud smirk appearing as he kept rubbing âYou must be really enjoying it, thenâÂ
You purred and Felix pressed his thumb, watching closely how you shivered and moaned, he did it again, rubbing a little harder.Â
âI want to feel it betterâ He suddenly pushed the fabric to the side and stared mesmerized at your glistening folds, his voice was barely audible when he let out a breathless wow.Â
He let this finger run over your folds and looked at you, who nodded for him to keep going. Soaked fingers pushed in between and you sighed in pleasure again.
âRight hereâŠâ You put your hand on top of his again âThat's where I'm the most sensitive. Thatâs where you need to focusâ
âLike this?â He did little circles with his thumb and you withdrew your hand, purring again.
âYeah, just like thatâ
He kept on, going slower and then faster, applying more pressure and trying different ways until your legs started to tremble lightly.
âWanna kiss itâŠâ He whispered, already lowering his body and your heart jumped.
âOh my God, do it!â Your foggy mind didn't even think twice, watching him intently, you shivered when felt his soft lips pressed against your clit.
His soft kisses became little experimental licks, your taste was so inebriant for him that he was soon licking and sucking on it as if he was savoring his favorite meal.
âOh Felix!â Your hand tugged on his silk hair and he groaned against your core. He held down your thighs when your legs tried to close, shaking beneath him.
âNot yet!â He groaned, remembering how you were shaking like this before you collapsed on top of him. And he wanted to taste you more. So he kept going, your loud moans sounding like a melody to him, grinding against the mattress, because his cock was so hard it was getting painful.
âFelix, please!â You cried out his name once again, feeling your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your whole body trembled and he was still there, lips wrapped over your clit as you came down your high.
âDid you like it?â He lifted his head, smiling at you with his lips and chin glowing with your essence.
âI loved it⊠you were⊠amazingâ You were still a little shaky, pulling him back up to you. Felix smiled proudly, nuzzling his face on your neck, peppering kisses there.
âI loved it tooâŠâ
You chuckled lightly and gently pushed him to the side, making him lay on his back and straddling him.
âYou're gonna love this, tooâ Your fingers hooked on the sides of his sweatpants and you slowly pulled it down his thighs, bringing his ruined boxers along with it. His hard and leaking cock slapped against his abs. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted it in your mouth, but that would have to wait for another time.
âSo prettyâŠâ You murmured and Felix blushed, watching you wrap your fingers around it, thumb smearing the precum down his length. He moaned and it was the most delicious sound you had ever heard.
âYou're so cute, and I'm just startingâ You giggled softly, stroking him, admiring his rosy cheeks and parted lips. You stroke some more, leaning down to kiss him, swallowing his moans, moving your hand faster and stopping suddenly, when you felt his desperation and knew he would come. He whined in protest.
âShh, shh⊠donât worry, love. I'll give you something much betterâŠâ You stood on your knees, lowering your hips until you could drag his cock against your folds, coaxing it with your arousal, both moaning.
âMuch betterâŠâ You said in a sultry whisper, guiding him to your entrance. Your teeth sank down on your bottom lip as you aligned with him, lowering your hips slowly, his groan was so hot, you focused on that, ignoring the burning sensation as you made room for him.
âY/nâŠâ He held your hips, letting his hands roam over up and down your sides âI⊠I'm feeling it⊠againâŠâ
âYeah babyâŠâ
âItâs too tight, I can'tâŠâ He whined again, closing his eyes. That feeling in his lower stomach was building up again and he knew he was about to explode.
âI know, I know⊠just hold it back, okay?â You stood still, adjusting to him and also letting him calm down a little, secretly loving the desperate written all over his pretty face.
âI'm gonna move now⊠hold it back, alright?â You told him, placing your hands on his chest. He opened his eyes, nodding.
You started, letting your walls slowly drag around his cock, setting a slow pace, softly moaning, Felix thought he was dreaming again, he let his hands run up and squeeze your breasts, reminding him that you were real, that was happening. He concentrated, doing his best to hold back, even when you picked up the pace, bouncing faster.
âOh godâŠâ He groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
You slowed it down a little, grinding on him, you could tell you were about to come too, clenching more around him. You lowered down, kissing him, it was messy and desperate, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming more evident as you were riding him fast, his hands came back to your hips, helping you move.
You came on his cock, nails digging on his chest, crying out his name while you clenched around him even tighter, over and over again. He came without warning too, whining and crying out your name, he even cursed as he was spilling his seed inside you, that kept riding him, until you both came down from your high.
You collapsed on top of him again, panting and satisfied, closing your eyes and just feeling his rapid heartbeat.
âThat was⊠wowâŠâ He was speechless, tracing idle patterns on your back. You chuckled softly, holding his free hand and Felix smiled at them together, how small and delicate yours was compared to his. He brought them to his lips, giving the back of your hand a little kiss.
The calmness didn't last long, it barely even lasted minutes, when his hand lowered down your back until he stopped at your butt, giving the flesh a little squeeze.
âHey!â You lifted your head.
âCan we do it again?â He whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
âYeah⊠weâŠâ You started saying, when you noticed he was getting hard again and you giggled âWait, you wanna do it now?â
âMhmm, want more. Let's do some moreâ This time he rolled on top of you, and even though you were a little sensitive, you wouldnât be crazy to tell him no.
~ ⥠~Â
The annoying sound of the intercom woke Felix up and he groaned, holding you tighter against his body when you tried to sit up.
âShhh, it's sunday. Stay hereâ He murmured, still sleepy.
âGotta go check, might be importantâ You told him, gently starting to untangle yourself from him.
âI'm more important!â He protested, pouting and you giggled.
âYou're, and that's why I'm going to check and will come right back to you. Okay?â You caressed his hair, brushing a strand away from his face. He nodded, letting go of you.
You swung off the bed, picking the t-shirt he was wearing last night and putting it on, also fishing for underwear and shorts in your drawer. You squealed when Felix leaned off the bed and reached out, slapping your butt when you bent to put it on.Â
He was still chuckling when you left the bedroom, going for the living room and checking on the little screen, you saw Jisung waiting there.
âHey, what's up?â You greeted him after opening the gate and Jisung stared you up from head to toe before he passed you by and walked into your house.Â
âYou're creeping me out, what happened?â You chuckled nervously, following him. Your heart came up to your throat as soon as you realized he was going to your bedroom, where a fully naked Felix was lazily lying in bed, like a cat.Â
âWait, wait, wait!â You ran and stopped in front of him, blocking his way.Â
âHa! I knew it!â Jisung squealed, raising his fist up.
âI donât know what you're talking aboutâ You shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. He leaned closer, raising his hand and touching your hair. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pulled back slightly.
âAre you sure?â He opened his palm and you gasped. It was two little white feathers.Â
âSo, how was it?â Jisung wiggled his eyebrows, looking at you and poking your sides âI bet it was heavenly!âÂ
âBoy, shut up!â You shook your head and desperately grabbed his wrist to prevent him from getting there âDonât go there, it's sacred you know?âÂ
âOhhh I knowâ He teased again, and you bit your tongue. You didn't mean it like that.
âMind explaining to me why you are suddenly at my house on a sunday morning?âÂ
âWell, last night while I was putting the box back on the shelf, a card flew out and landed on my faceâŠâ He finally changed his plans, walking to the couch and sitting down.Â
âHmmâŠâ You hummed for him to continue, sitting beside him.
He took it out of his pocket, handing the card to you. It was an image of a silhouette of a couple who appeared to be naked, kissing.Â
âCute, but what's it with the little squares?â You giggled at the censor covering their intimate bits.Â
âItâs the passionâ He pointed at the golden letters at the bottom. You read it, humming again.
âThe passion? And you really want me to believe from all 100 cards, this is what you chose?âÂ
â78 cards, actually. And I didnât choose anything, it hit meâ He shook his head, pulling his hair back and showing you a very faint bruise on his forehead âSee?â
âHunf, there's nothing hereâ You touched his forehead with your index finger.Â
âBecause you seduced an angelâ
âHey, I didnât seduce anyone. That was totally consensual!â
âThat's not what the cosmos saysâ Jisung shrugged and you smacked his arm.
âEnough of this whole gossip from the cosmos. I thought you were supposed to help people with itâ
âAnd I'm⊠thatâs why I came hereâ Jisung rubbed the spot you hit, as if it was hard enough to hurt him anyway.
âExplainâŠâ You whisked your hand in the air.
âSo, apparently your little adventure messed up with the universeâ He started explaining and you narrowed your brows.
âNo way! You think the universe's mad at me or something now because I misaligned it?â You knew it, deep inside, you thought about it, for about 2 seconds, but the idea crossed your mind. But you tried not to worry much even after learning this news, you were in love, what was so wrong about that?
Jisung thought for a moment âWell, not exactly mad⊠but something clearly happenedâ
âLike what?â You gazed at him with curiosity.
âI donât know⊠I tried to read it, but the cards kept messing upâ He shrugged again and ran a hand through his hair âSo I came here, maybe if Felix's there then they will say something?â
âOkay, get everything set, I'll go call himâ
âAlrightâ
~ ⥠~
âCome on, give us some answersâ Jisung murmured, opening the fan of cards on the table once again.
You lost the count of which attempt that would be. Everytime Felix tried to draw a card, the wind would blow and fly them away.
âMaybe it's not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe they just don't want us to knowâ Felix said, watching the cards fly again.
âYeah, if it was bad, they would probably be at my door right nowâ You chuckled, trying to soothe the mood and jolting when the intercom rang. The three of you stared at each other in shock.
You dragged your feet all to the screen, imagining how the celestial jail looked like. After taking a deep breath, you stared at the screen to be greeted by your neighbor waving at you.
You clicked the speaker âLucy, hi!â
âHey y/n, I was cooking lunch and accidentally made too much gnocchi. Would you like some?â She raised the pot she was holding.
âYeah, I'd love it. Thank youâ You smiled at her, and went out to pick the food.
The boys got excited when you came back with the pink pot in hands, quickly getting up and helping you to set the table. The cards were left scattered on the floor where they landed, all facing the ground, with the exception of oneâŠ
The cradle.
~ ⥠~
âHey girly, are you hungry?â You bent down, caressing behind Lucy's dog ear.
You were at your neighbor's house, looking after Laila, the maltese, while her owner went on a little trip to visit family in town. Laila shook her tail in excitement and you giggled.
Picking the spinach and chicken option, you opened it up and poured it down to Laila's pink bowl and the dog came trotting.
Since being there, you decided to do a little cleaning up in the house. Felix offered to help you, so you stayed in the living room while he went to the garage.
You heard a weird click sound when you were dusting off the shelfs. Looking around, it seemed like everything was the same. You didn't look up, but even if you did, you wouldn't notice the subtle crack appearing on two strings of Lucy's huge chandelier.
Still cleaning up, more clicks, so subtle, they went unnoticed. You kneeled down in front of the coffee table, the chandelier slightly swinging above your figure.
âCuteâ You quietly chuckled, holding a small knick knack of a dog, you noticed Laila approaching and showed it to her.
âLook, it's you!â
Swinging more, the chandelier's sounds were clear now, creeping you out, making a shiver run down your spine. You looked up and gasped, no sound coming off from your mouth, eyes widening in panic.
The chandelier was plunging to you and Laila. You leaned forward, pushing the dog away with all your strength and embraced your body, closing your eyes and trying to protect yourself.
You felt a rush of air and suddenly everything went silent. Your heart was beating like crazy inside your chest, you whimpered, afraid of opening your eyes.
âItâs okay. You're safe, I'm hereâ Felix soothed you down. You lifted your head, opening your eyes slowly and gazing at him.
âLixie?â Your voice was barely audible, he smiled at you, nodding and then you noticed.
Everything around was white, like you were inside a cocoon, and when you paid more attention, you realized the white and big feathers. Your lips were the first to start trembling, and then it was your whole body.
âShh, shh⊠it's alrightâ He held you tight.
âIt's true!â You tried to speak, still shaking âYou really are an angel!â
âI told you soâ He chuckled, but you were still in shock. You reached out, fingertips lightly grazing over the feathers and you pulled back, starting to cry.
âNo, no, no. This can't happenâ You clutched at his shirt, wetting the fabric with your tears âThis means you'll leave, they will take you away from meâ
âNo, y/nnie⊠I'm not going anywhere, nobody's taking me away from youâ He tried to calm you down, although he didnât know for sure. All he knew was that he didnât want to leave, he couldnât be away from you.
âYou⊠you promise me?â You hicupped, a tear rolling down your cheek.
âI promiseâ Felix whispered, wiping that tear away. You leaned against Felix's chest, closing your eyes and quietly crying.
Not much time had passed when you heard Laila barking like crazy and your heart almost escaped up to your throat.
âY/n, Felix, what's happening?â You heard Lucy's voice and opened your eyes, feeling like your soul just came back into your body, when you noticed his wings were gone. Little shards of the chandelier all around you two.
Felix smiled when he saw you entering the bedroom, with your hair slightly wet and wearing a crimson nightdress. He put away the book he was reading, gently tapping on the mattress for you to get there. You crawled towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face there, inhaling his scent.
âThank you for saving me, todayâŠâ Your voice was muffled against his skin and although your tone was as soft as the little kisses you were peppering there, he twitched in anticipation.
âYou donât need to thank me, babyâ His voice was a little shaky already and you found that adorable.
âOhhh, but I want toâ You cooed, tongue darting out and licking right under his adam's apple.He shuddered and you giggled against his skin, lazily licking again, tugging on his t-shirt.
âY/nâŠâ
âOhh I love how you say my nameâ You teased, pulling down just to pull the fabric up and out of your way. You straddled him, letting your red nails play along his chest and abs, while your lips kept giving his neck little love bites. You moaned quietly, feeling him twitch again, he was getting hard and ready for you.
âYou're so hotâŠâ You whispered against his skin, trailing kisses down his chest, playfully licking his nipple and he whined loudly, making you chuckle.
âAwwn, you're sensitive hereâ You teased, grazing your fingers over the other and giving that one another small lick. He whined again.
You lowered your body, lips never leaving his skin, teeth gently grazing over his abs while you hooked your fingers inside his pajama pants, bringing them down. You stared at his white boxers and almost drooled.
âJust relax and enjoyâ You winked at him, lowering his underwear and gasping when his cock almost hit your face.
You wrapped your fingers around it, holding it by the base, that was where you started licking first, making your way up until you sucked on the head. Felix groaned, loudly, obscene and deliciously.
His hips bucked up when you started bobbing your head up and down, swallowing him more each time, he felt dizzy, like the room was spinning. You smirked, noticing he was gripping on the sheets, you grabbed his hand, bringing to your hair.
Felix held a handful of your hair and in the spur of the moment he pushed your head down, making you take him whole. You gagged on it, tears appearing in your eyes, and he got worried, of course, but also turned on, awfully turned on. Just like you.
âOh baby, I'm so⊠sorry, IâŠâ He tried to speak, it was hard, your mouth felt so soft and warm wrapped around him, his brain was short circuiting. At least his grip on your hair got a little loose.
You let him slip out of your mouth, stroking him slowly âItâs okay, love. I kinda liked itâ
Your admission made him even more dizzy, wasting no time, you sucked on the tip, playing with it on your tongue while your hands fondled his balls.
âAre you gonna come?â You batted your eyelashes at him, voice sultry. He nodded, desperate, gripping tighter onto your hair.
âGood!â You smirked again, giving it a hard suck, before letting it slip out of your mouth again.
âCome on y/nnie's mouth, let me taste youâ That line went straight to his core, he felt like he could pass out, your words, your lips, the way you pushed him almost whole into your mouth again. It was too much, he shuddered again, harder and you felt the white ropes sliding down your throat.
You hummed, satisfied, licking his length clean and sucking him slowly as he came down his high, just then you crawled back on top of him, the blonde panting and his cheeks rosy. You smiled, giving him a peck.
âThink I need to save you more oftenâ He let out weakly and you chuckled, lying down on his chest.
~ ⥠~
Summer was coming to an end, slowly the tourists were waving the island goodbye and much to your luck, you werenât forced to kiss your lover goodbye too. Nobody came after Felix, even after that incident. In fact, he was praying they never would. He was happy on the island, happy to be living with you and life never felt so good.
âBabyyy, my tummy hurtsâ Felix dramatically whined, entering the kitchen, benting a little, hugging himself.
âHmm, let me guess⊠you ate all the strawberries that were here?â You grabbed the little basket with just one strawberry and he nodded, pouting.
âAwn love, I told you to stop doing thatâ You chuckled, caressing his cheek, even though he ruined your baking plans, you couldnât get mad at him when he looked at you so cutely like that.
Felix leaned closer and stole a kiss. âI wonât do it anymoreâ He murmured against your lips and you chuckled.
âYou promise?â
âNoâ He chuckled with you, giving you another kiss.
âI knew it. Now, go find something to do, I need to bake another cake now and you distract meâ You smacked his butt and walked to the fridge.
âBut what if I already found what I wanna do?â He grabbed your hips when you bent, seeking for the ingredients. You shivered, feeling him pressing against you.
âFelix!â You hissed, but he knew you loved when he did that. You straightened up, turning to face him.
âI thought you werenât feeling good?â You stared at him suspiciously, crossing your arms in front of your body. He came closer, kissing your neck.
âJust got betterâ He smirked, whispering against your skin.
âYou little gremlinâ You scoffed, letting him grab your hands and put your arms over his shoulders âI'm busy, you know?â
âYeah, you've been busy a lot lately. Itâs time for a breakâ He nibbled lightly on your neck, easily picking you up and sitting you on the kitchen's counter.
He spread your legs, setting in between, caressing your thighs in circle motions. Capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, he tasted like chocolate and strawberries. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him closer, melting into the kiss when he gently pulled your hair, tilting your head and deepening the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip.
âMhmmm, seems like somebody was waiting for me?â He broke the kiss, teasing you when he felt the absence of underwear under that cute floral dress you were wearing.
âSurprise!â Your giggle got cut short when he caressed your middle, coaxing a moan from you.
âSuch a sweet, jagodica. Never fails to amaze meâŠâ He whispered, giving your earlobe a little bite. Fingers pushing between your folds, rubbing circles on your clit until you were aroused enough for him to slip his fingers inside you.
âLixieâŠâ You sighed, gripping on his arm, forehead resting on his shoulder.
âHmm?â He hummed, pumping in and out fast, preparing you for him.
âNeed youâŠâ You lightly bit down on his shoulder.
âNeed me?â He smirked, Felix loved hearing that, he wanted more âHow so?â
âInsideâ
âOh, but what about my fingers?â He teased, pushing further âIsn't that enough?â
âNuh nuhâŠâ You shook your head, grip on his arm getting tighter and your free hand slid between you, palming him âWant your cockâ
He twitched inside his pants, feeling strangled.
âGreedy little thing, arenât we?â He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, staring at you.
He let you unbutton his jeans, watching your fingers work quickly to pull it down, you smiled, seeing him tilt his head back, his adam's apple bobbing up with a sigh of relief when you freed his cock. Your lips trailed kisses on his jaw and neck, leaving a little love bite there, while stroking him.
You softly moaned, shivering when you felt the dress being pulled down, his hands fondling your breasts. He leaned down, licking on your collarbone, all the way down, sucking on a hickey right above your heart. Your fingers carded through his hair, playing with the strands, moaning when he started giving gentle and little love bites on the flesh.
He held his cock, bringing it to your core, rubbing the head against your slick, groaning, wanting to just dive in, but holding back.
âNo teasingâ You pleaded, tugging lightly at his hair.
âNo teasingâ Felix repeated, cheeky, shaking his head. But he kept doing just that, teasing your entrance, letting just the head in and pulling back, chuckling at your frustrated groan.
âLixie!â
âOkay, okay. No teasingâ He chuckled again before kissing you, swallowing your moan when he pushed all the way in with just one thrust.
You held onto him, occasionally kissing his neck and shoulder, while he pounded hard and fast into you. He held your hips, pulling you to the edge, slamming harder against you, getting your mind hazed.
Felix smirked, hearing your cries and rambles.
âDoes it feel good, love?â He kissed that sensitive spot under your ear. âDo you like it when I fuck you like that?â
You whimpered, nodding âMhmm⊠love itâŠâ And he smirked, sucking on the sensitive skin.
âMineâ He admired the lilac mark appearing there, not resisting the urge to suck a new one a little under.
âAll mineâŠâ He emphasized his words with slow but deep thrusts.
âAll yours⊠foreverâŠâ Your legs were getting shaky with your climax approaching.
âGonna cum, Lixie⊠I'm gonnaâŠâ You cried out, starting to clench around him. His hand reached down between you, rubbing fast circles on your clit.
âShh shh, Lixie got you, love⊠let it go, come all over my cockâ
And you did, clenching hard around him, holding him tight and crying out his name while you saw stars. Felix groaned, keeping up the pace as he brought you down from your high, seeking his own. You were shaky and spent, letting him spill it all inside you, clenching again, milking him dry.
He embraced you, tracing idle patterns on your back, while you both calmed down.
âI love youâ He kissed the top of your head and you looked up at him.
âI love you too, my angelâ You leaned in, giving him a sweet kiss.
~ ⥠~
Autumn was beginning, but the weather was still nice on the island, Felix clenched his fists on the sleeves of his blue coat, sighing. The sound of the beach was like a lullaby, putting him to sleep.
âLixie, hey!â The full moon was already hanging bright in the sky, when a soft giggle woke him up.
âAlma? What are you doing here?â He stared at her with surprise, his heart skipping a beat. The little angel wasn't supposed to be down here. Did she fall too?
He sat up, opening his arms and letting her come into them. Felix picked her up, noticing how strong her lilac aura was shining.
âI was missing youâ She pouted and Felix wanted to squeeze her cheeks for being so sweet.
âOhh sweetie, I missed you, tooâ He caressed her hair gently, smiling when she wrapped her little arms around his neck.
âThey said you can't go back anymoreâŠâ A tear rolled down her cheek and he wiped it. But deep inside, her words gave him relief. He couldnât go back anymore. His heart felt full. He was going to stay and be with you, forever.
âBut I wanted to see you, so Jeongin helped meâŠâ She smiled slightly, happy to be with her friend and he smiled too.
âI hope I'm not causing you both troubleâ
The little angel shook her head âItâs fine, I'm already going backâ
âOh, okayâFelix put her back down, kneeling in front of her, he noticed her cheeky smile, staring at him. Alma looked both ways and leaned closer.
âI've got a secretâ She whispered and covered her mouth, giggling.
âA secret?â He raised an eyebrow, curious
âAnd may I know what's it?â
âDonât worry, you will soonâŠâ She giggled again and hugged him a final time.
âI've gotta go, nowâ The little angel gave him a little peck on his cheek and ran, stopping in the middle of the way, she turned, waving at him.
âSee you, Lixie!â
A bright golden light fell from the sky, covering Alma, and suddenly it disappeared, along with the little girl. Weeks had passed, Felix kept visiting the beach, but Alma didn't appear anymore.
~ ⥠~
âI'm y/n, feel free to call me if you guys need anythingâŠâ You smiled and handed the keys to a new couple that was visiting the island for the first time âEnjoy your stay!â
âThank you!â They said in unison, smiling at you before picking their lugares and heading to the stairs.
Your phone buzzed on the desk and you smiled, seeing who the notification was.
My angel â€ïž: baby, was there something wrong with the brownies? đ„č
You: hey love⊠no, it was absolutely delicious as always!
You: why?
My angel â€ïž: you barely had a bite
Your stomach twisted a little when you remembered your attempt to eat in the morning. It really got you upset, because his brownies were your favorite treat.
You: yeah, my stomach's feeling a little sensitive lately, i must be getting sick đ«
My angel â€ïž: my poor fragolina đ„č what about i make you a light soup and we cuddle and catch up on that show you like?
You: sounds perfect, thanks love đ
With a smile, you put your phone down, excited to close everything and finally be back into your lover's arms. Knowing that you would feel better instantly.
In your house, Felix put the apron on and went to tik tok, looking up cozy soup recipes. While cooking, he grabbed the fluffy blanket and cushions and took them to the living room, went to change into his blue pajamas and then got back to the kitchen to pour the soup in the bowls and take them to the living room. Just in time to see you opening the door.
He placed the hot bowls on the coffee table and rushed to you, holding your face between his hands and giving you a big smooch that made you giggle.
âHeyyâ You greeted him, smile getting wider as you looked at the couch and the bowls.
âThat's so sweet, thanks loveâ This time you were the one cradling his face, but instead gave him a sweet peck.
âDon't need to thank me, jagodicaâ He held your hand, pulling to sit down âC'mon, eat a little. You will feel betterâ
He handed you a bowl and you smiled again, enjoying the warmth against your fingers, you were cold due the little walk back home. Felix turned the tv on and grabbed his soup too, he clinked on yours, like making a toast and you chuckled.
Your stomach was still sensitive, but luckily you were able to savor the whole bowl. Felix didn't let you get up, taking your empty bowl and going to quickly wash everything before he came back, lying behind you on the couch. He pulled the blanket over your legs and cuddled you, that snuggled up against him.
âAre you feeling better?â He murmured, gently rubbing small circles on your tummy.
âMhmm, much betterâ You purred, enjoying his caress.
âGoodâ Felix murmured again, still caressing you, when he noticed not only the heat coming off from his palm was getting slightly different, but it seemed that under his motions was shining a new light. He gazed down.
Your aura was pink, but your tummy was shining in lilac light.
âNo wayâ Felix gasped under his breath, it felt like the more he stared at it, the clear the lilac circle appeared.
âUh?â You turned your face to him, staring at the blonde with confusion.
âBaby, when did you start feeling sick?â
âI donât know, it's been a while now. I probably should go do some blood checks and stuff. Maybe I'm developing some lactose intolerance or somethingâ You shrugged, the idea of giving up on cheese upset you.
Felix grinned, finding it endearing how oblivious you were being. He held your hands, squeezing them.
âThis isn't funnyâ You scolded him and he laughed.
âOf course not. This is the best thing that could happenâ
âWhat do you mean?â You were still confused, being pulled by him into a tight hug.
âBaby, you're pregnantâ He whispered and you were glad you were sitting and being held, because you'd fall right there.
âNo way!â You sighed in disbelief, pulling back to look at him, your heart drumming like crazy. Was that even possible? You never thought about it before, so you never used any barrier and then putting two and two together, you realized.
âOh my God, we're having a baby!â You felt the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, a happiness so big and amazing that you felt like you could float around if he didnât hold you.
You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, squealing in excitement and Felix chuckled, equally excited as you. He started peppering kisses all over your face, whispering I love's you after each one, letting a hand go down, caressing your tummy gently.
After you went to bed, Felix pulled you to lay down on his chest, you embraced him, lazily tracing patterns on his abs, enjoying his fingers carding through your hair.
âYou're gonna look so cute all roundâ He murmured, kissing your forehead âShe's gonna love youâ
âShe?â You looked up at him, who smiled cheeky at you, humming.
Your heart swell with love and you looked down at your tummy, placing a hand over it and caressing it slowly.
âMommy loves you so much alreadyâ You murmured and then looked back at him, smiling âAnd I love you, too. My angelâ
âI love you more, my jagodicaâ He gently held your chin, tilting your head and giving you a kiss.
thanks for reading, let me know if you liked it â€ïž
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Hello!! I adore your Art fics and was wondering if youâd do one with top/dom!Art x Sub!reader and she has a really bad oral fixation throughout her normal day buts itâs especially bad when sheâs upset, and she is, also if possible if you could somehow fit in NSFW themes Iâd really appreciate it! Once again love love love your work!đ
Sorry if this is gibberish I suck at requesting stuff



SLURRED, SLIPPY, SHINY.
summary: Itâs not new. Youâve always had a thing for using your mouth when your feelings get too big and you go quiet. And Art knows that silence, knows exactly what you need when it hits. He never makes you explain. Just cups the back of your head and tells you, âBreathe through it, baby.â
pairings: ceo!art donaldson x young girlfriend!reader
warning: 4.2k words. mature themes. oral fixation. age gap. power imbalance. oral sex (m!receiving). gagging / light choking. spit / drool / mess. aftercare. read responsibly.
note: this request has been sitting in my inbox since june 7 and i swear i wasnât ignoring it :(! sorry ⊠sighs. anyway, i saw âoral fixation when sheâs upsetâ and i immediately felt exposed. why would you call me out like that. do you know how many things iâve put in my mouth just to not cry?? like it was a coping mechanism. and surprise!!! it was!!! đ€Ș and yep⊠weâre here now. sheâs soft. sheâs messy. sheâs gagging a little. and sheâs regulated by one (1) emotionally available dom named art donaldson. (I WANT SOFT DOM ART) To anon, iâm sorry it took me long. i love you. thank you for requesting this. đ
You shouldâve grown out of it. Thatâs what everyone said- quietly, politely, like it wasnât a big deal. Like itâs just a phase. Just something youâd stop doing once your brain settled, but itâs not. As much as you want it to stop, it didnât. It started when youâre young, with your thumb, then your shirt collar that youâre subtly putting between your mouth when youâre alone, hoodie strings chewed until they frayed. Note: Each one of your hoodies.
Teachers, doctors, and relatives offered solutions: rubber sticks, bracelets, soft pens. You tried. But nothing worked like having something in your mouth. It doesnât work. You almost broke down when someone asked what it was when you left your bag open. It wasnât just a habit. You know that. It was need- pressure, focus, quiet. Itâs something. Itâs yours. Something to help you feel safe. A comfort.
You learned to hide it as you got older. No more thumb sucking (when youâre at public), but your pens still had bite marks. You went through straws too fast. Got flattened and looks like it has been murdered. You pressed your fingers to your lips, mouthed your sleeves, and gnawed your cheeks. You thought it would fade. It didnât. Thereâs a time you think itâs fading, not until it happened again, when something triggered you.
Itâs worse when you are upset, more than the normal things you do. You didnât cry or yell. You just went quiet. You bit down. Sucked your fingers raw. Let your sleeves stay wet. Full of drool. You hated how it looked. How did it make you feel small. It can be disgusting, but a good feeling at the same time. You tried to be better. Find solutions on your own when you get older. Therapy, coping tools, breathing tricks- you did it all. But your mouth always ended up full again. Again. And again.
It got harder to ignore around people, especially during sex. When your mouth was busy, your head was quiet. Not because you wanted to be good. Just because it helped. But it got messy- too much drool, too fast, too desperate. You look like youâre eager to suck them off or get fucked. You could always tell when they felt weird about it. Theyâd pull away. Wipe your chin as if itâs giving them problems. Give you a break you never asked for.
So you stopped letting anyone see it. Bit your cheek. Sometimes itâs too hard you can taste the metallic flavor from your blood. Swallowed the need. Tried to act normal. Masking it in front of other people. Tried to stay quiet without help. You didnât want to explain. Itâs too hard to do it anyway. You didnât want to see that look- confused, a little uneasy, like they didnât know what you were doing, or why it mattered.
And then you met him. A quiet gala. A borrowed bracelet. A drink you didnât finish. He noticed you- not because you were young or pretty, but because you stirred your glass too long, because your fingers kept brushing your mouth like they didnât know where else to go. The way you lick your lips too much to the point itâs making them dry. You didnât even realize. But he did.
And for once, someone didnât look confused. He just watched you more than he spoke. Noticed your jaw, your hands, the way your voice caught when your mouth was empty. But he never pointed it out. Never asked. He just made space. Let you sit closer. Let you speak less. Let you handle yourself. Let you do your mannerisms. Let you know it. And for the first time, you didnât feel like you had to hide.
Now- now that youâre here, curled up on the floor of his penthouse, sleeves damp, fingers trembling, mouth aching for something to hold- he still doesnât ask questions. Just let you stay there. Not really get you up because he knows your habits by now. And heâs in the middle of a meeting. Remote. Earbud in, laptop open, voice low. Even as he talks about projections and timelines and things you donât understand but his other hand- his free hand- is resting gently on your face, two fingers pressed into your mouth like itâs second nature.
You keep his fingers warm inside your mouth. Youâre curled against his thigh, knees tucked under you, breathing soft and shallow as you suck on them. Slow. Steady. Sloopy. Like itâs the only thing keeping you from falling apart. Youâve already soaked his skin. Spit clings to the knuckle and to your chin. Your jaw aches. Your lashes are wet. You donât even know how long itâs been.
You havenât spoken since you crawled across the floor and tugged on his sleeve. Soft and with the purpose of disturbing him in the middle of his meeting. Your chest is tight and your eyes are glassy, too full to say a word. You didnât ask. You didnât have to. He looked down once, watched your lip tremble, and slipped his fingers past your mouth like he was giving you medicine. Like he knows what you need. Like itâs your fix.
Youâve been like this ever since- mouthing and whimpering, drooling quietly while he keeps talking like thereâs nothing unusual happening. Nothing at all. Just you. Youâre on the floor. His fingers dig deep into you. ââŠno, weâll review it again on Thursday,â he says, thumb brushing under your chin.
âIâll send over the final numbers after this call.â You whine around his fingers- quiet, desperate- and he doesnât even blink, just looking straight at this damn meeting. âShh,â he quietly murmurs, barely audible. His pinky strokes your cheek. âYouâre fine, baby. Just keep going.â
You try to behave. You really do. Keep going, he said. But the second he pulls his fingers free- spit, wet, and warm- your mouth feels too empty to breathe right. So you whimper again unintentionally, lips still parted, breath catching in your throat like youâre falling.
He doesnât look down. Just wipes his hand on the thigh of his sweats and lifts the edge of the desk with his knee so you can crawl more between him. You do- immediately, silently, settling between his legs like youâve done this before. (You do. Multiple times. Like you already trained for it.)
Heâs seated in his office chair, laptop balanced in front of him, camera on. Framed from the chest up. Mic hot. Voice calm. Authoritative. Composed. â⊠No, we need to revise the it if the acquisition falls through. We canât afford a delay.â You kneel more comfortably under the desk, hands light on his thighs, cheek pressed to his lap. Like a lap dog. But you didnât do anything much, you just pressed it, just for closeness, just to feel him- but the second you catch the heat of him through the fabric, your lips part again. You mouthed at him through the cotton. Lips moving with intent. Soft. Unthinking. Your body leads before your brain can follow. A soft noise escapes your throat- barely anything- but enough to be heard.
Thereâs a pause. ââŠeverything alright over there?â He doesnât blink. Doesnât shift. Doesnât glance down. His voice doesnât change. Heâs acting like youâre not below him. Like youâre not needy. Like you donât want more of him in your mouth.
âYeah,â he says. Just a beat. âAll good.â
His hand slips under the desk again, finds the back of your head, and presses down gently against his thigh. Then, without pausing the call or breaking eye contact with the screen, he pulls his cock out- slowly, one-handed- just tugging the waistband of his sweats low enough to let it rest heavy and flushed against his thigh.
âCome on,â he whispers to you, too quiet for the mic to catch. âSince youâre already shaking.â You lean in automatically, lips parted, spit already pooling, and wrap your mouth around the head with a soft sigh. You lick the tip like a lollipop. Tasting his pre cum under your tongue. He exhales through his nose, doesnât react. ââŠweâll circle back on Friday,â he says into the call, calm and smooth, while you suck him quietly under the desk.
He doesnât know what upset you. Not yet. Not ever since you crawled underneath, since heâs already in the meeting when you did that. But he knew something was wrong the moment you knelt beside him- sleeves tugged over your hands, mouth trembling, silent. You hadnât said anything. You didnât need to. You just looked up with your glossy eyes, like you just came from crying and your mouth shining with spit. You touched his wrist, and he gave you his fingers like it was instinct.
Now your mouth is stretched around something thicker, deeper, and youâre curled between his legs, hands braced on his thighs, jaw working slowly. Your spit drips down your chin and onto your hands, but his voice doesnât change. ââŠthatâs fine. Just update them before it goes to legal,â he says evenly. You hum around him like youâre agreeing. Like youâre part of his little meeting. His hand flexes at the back of your head after you hum, must the vibrations of it have affected him. He holds it not for praise, not control. Just contact. You always need contact.
He glances down once. Just to see you like this- lips soaked, brows furrowed, throat working hard to take more than you should. He almost thrust so deep that you could be stuffed, but he didnât. He doesnât stop you. Doesnât slow you down. He knows youâll talk later, after your jaw stops aching and your head clears. Right now, this is the only way you know how to speak. But youâre struggling now- your lips stretched wide, eyes burning, spit messier by the second.
The harder you try to stay quiet, the worse it gets. The more noise threatening to escape your mouth. A whimper escapes, soft and broken, and he feels it. Heâs aware of how you are acting below him. Still, he doesnât pause the meeting. He just lifts one hand off the desk and presses his thumb into the corner of your mouth- not rough, not gentle, just there. Steady. Firm. Guiding.
He eases you off with slow pressure, lets your lips fall from his cock with a gasp. Then pushes his thumb over your tongue, wetting it, quieting you. Grounding you from breaking from it. He knows sometimes you can get overstimulated even if you've already stuffed your mouth.
He lets his cock rests hot against while his thumb plugs into mouth beside it like a stopper, keeping the sound in. ââŠyes, Iâll review the contract tonight,â he says calmly to the meeting. âNo changes on my end.â You blink up at him, glassy-eyed, his thumb still resting against your tongue. You suck on it too, softly, rhythmically, just to keep yourself grounded. To stay in your body. To not cry.
And he lets you. Keeps you there- knees sore, chin sticky, heart pounding, mouth full of him- because this isnât about making you feel better right now. Itâs about keeping you still. Quiet. Held. Just content until the meeting concludes. He doesnât stroke your hair. Doesnât tell you youâre good. He just finished his work. Lets you stay where you are, sucking on him like itâs the only thing tethering you to the ground. When the meeting finally winds down- just wrap-up and sign-offs- he clicks once, flatly: âIâll review everything by tomorrow. Thanks, everyone.â And then he ends the call.
Click. Silence. Like heâs so eager. The shift is instant. He exhales once, slow, and reaches under the desk to grab your wrist- not rough, just firm enough to say: youâre not staying down there. You donât have time to react and you barely get your hands beneath you before heâs pulling, slow and steady, making you crawl out with your knees catching on the floor. You pout at him because it made you remove your mouth from him.
Your lips are swollen, eyes stinging, his spit and slick cock brushing your cheek as you move. You end up kneeling between his thighs, half slumped in his lap, fingers clutching at his sweats like youâre afraid heâll take it all away again. But really? In this state? Youâre afraid heâll do it. His thumb shoved back inside your mouth, lazy and wet, soaking from how long youâve had it before he pulled it out for a moment to get you underneath the desk.
He brushes your chin, glances at your face- pink, glossy, ruined... and pretty. âYou gonna tell me what that was about?â he asks, voice low. You shake your head. Just enough. Too shy to say it. Not ready to talk about it. âNo?â he repeats, brow twitching.
You pull off his thumb slowly, spit stretching from your lips, then whisper, âDonât wanna talk...â It cracks your voice. He knows what it means. He knows what he needs to do. You sound shameful. Quiet. Like it hurts to admit. He looks at you for a long second, blank, unreadable- then leans back in his chair and spreads his thighs. âAlright,â he says. âCome get it.â
Youâre already moving the moment he said that, dragging your palms up his legs, mouth open before he finishes speaking. You open your mouth wide enough to cater it. You take the head in first- soft, slow, then deeper. Just enough. Maybe the tip is almost kissing your throat. He doesnât guide you. Doesnât hold your head. Just watches. Admiring the way you take what you need. The way your lips wrap around it. The way you look.
When you moan around him, eyes slipping shut, he finally lets one hand drop into your hair. âThere you go,â he murmurs. âTake what you need.â You press your palms to his knees and sink until your lips meet the base, breath catching, tears stinging your lashes. But you donât gag, you move slowly, adjusting to it even though youâve done it many times now. He doesnât move. Just lets you fuck yourself on him- slow, sloppy, desperate- until your spit coats his thighs, dripping in strings from your chin. Your whole body trembles from the stretch, from how full you are, from how long youâve been holding everything in.
Then he shifts. Just a little. He put his hand on your hair and grips your hair tightly, not in a way that hurts. He tilts his hips forward once, deep, slow, and the sound you make around him shudders straight up his spine. God, you sound so good, so he does it again. Then again. Three soft thrusts, lazy and controlled, just enough to hear you choke. Just enough to test you to see if you can take it much today. You flinch, but donât pull away.
You moan- weak, ruined- and he groans softly. âFuck. Youâre really not gonna stop, huh?â Another push, deeper now, hitting your throat. âNot even gonna try.â You look up at him through wet lashes, mouth stretched, eyes pleading. He holds you halfway down, barely letting you breathe, cock throbbing on your tongue like itâs trying to get something out of you you havenât said yet.
âYou needed this bad, didnât you?â he murmurs, brushing your cheek, wiping spit from your lip. âWhat happened, sweetheart? Hm? Who made you like this?â He asks. So filthy, making you squirm. Making you feel the tingling through your body because of the sound of his voice. And then, just to feel your throat a little panic, he thrusts again, rougher now, and you gag, tears spilling free.
He doesnât stop. Just sighs, voice soft. âThere you go. Thatâs better.â Even when your throat clamps, even when your nose presses tight to his skin and your jaw starts to shake, you donât stop. You learn to love this, giving a head, because he makes it enjoyable. You make a noise- high, wet, almost hurt- but you take it, nails digging into his thighs, spit dripping down his cock like itâs what keeps you breathing.
He exhales again, heavier this time, brushing your hair back from your face. His thumb wipes your chin clean, then strokes your cheek, down to the corner of your mouth where youâre still twitching, still open, still aching. You let him caress your face while you rest there, and your mouth is still full, but heâs not moving yet. âYou still with me?â he asks, voice quiet. You nod, slow at first, then again, more sure-eager, already needy.
âYou want more?â he asks, voice warm, cock still heavy on your tongue. You whimper around it. He smiles. âYeah? You want me to fuck your throat, baby?â Your eyes widen- shiny, breathless- and you pause like the weight of it just hit you. You know heâs asking for a consent, knowing that it can be overwhelming for you to do it... especially when he fucks your throat, considering heâs above average and thick too. Then you pull off with a wet gasp, gaze locked on his, and say it like a confession: âYes. Please.â Thatâs all he needs. âGood girl.â
He gathers your hair in one hand, lifts your chin with the other, and slides back in with no resistance- just heat, just hunger, just you opening for him like itâs instinct. âBreathe through your nose,â he murmurs, guiding you like always. Reminding you of the same things even though you already know what to do.
âTap my leg if you need me to stop.â And then he starts- slow, careful, one deep push forward until he meets the back of your throat. He holds there, steady. Not teasing. Just giving you time. Like heâs training you. His hand stays in your hair, grounding you while your body adjusts, while your breath learns to shape around him.
Youâre already trembling. Not from fear- just from fullness. From the weight. From the leak. From quiet. Your lips tremble around the base, your fingers curl into the arms of his chair, and your eyes flutter shut as he begins again- a slow drag out, then deeper on the next thrust. His thumb strokes your cheek. âThatâs it,â he says, calmly.
âDonât rush.â You hum before you feel the gag, soft and shallow, then swallow around him, and he groans- not from need, but from how good you are. How willing. He moves again, never too deep, never rough- just enough to feel your throat clench. âYou feel that?â he murmurs. âThatâs your limit. Weâre not going past it yet.â
Your jaw aches. Spit spills freely now. He lets you sit there, face pressed to the root of him, mouth stretched and wet, like youâre trying to breathe through need alone. âYouâre doing so good,â he says, like itâs just the truth. âMaking space.â Then he slides out, dragging slick along your tongue, and pushes back in deeper this time- firm, measured, until your nose brushes his stomach and your whole body gives out. Youâre crying again- he can feel it in the way your throat tightens, then relaxes. In the shift of your breath, the way your hands go soft. The way you go quiet.
âThatâs my girl,â he breathes, and this time he means it. He rocks forward again, deeper, surer now- committing. You donât gag. Donât flinch. Your lips are red and swollen, your throat open and warm, and youâre wrapped around him like you were made for it. He feels the moment you surrender- when your tongue goes lax, when your breath slows, when your whole body holds still like youâve given up everything but him. And it hits him all at once- not restraint, but awe. The way you fall apart just to feel full. Just to be good for him.
He lets you breathe there a moment, thick in your mouth, thumb brushing under your jaw while your lashes flutter and your body twitches. Then he leans forward, voice low and too gentle for how heâs looking at you. âCan I go a little faster now?â he murmurs, thumb swiping your spit-slick bottom lip. âOnly if you want it.â You blink up at him, tearful and eager, nodding before your brain even catches up. You try to say yes, but it comes out muffled around his cock- your throat flexing like your bodyâs already answering for you. He groans quietly, settling back in the chair with both hands in your hair, still gentle, still grounding. âThatâs my girl,â he says softly. âYouâre sure?â Another desperate hum from you. Thatâs all it takes.
He starts slow again, but this time thereâs rhythm, pace, weight, and pressure. His hips roll deeper, steadier, his grip guiding you only slightly as your lips stretch around him. Not forced. Not rushed. Just deliberate. Just enough. You gag once, shallow and quick, then breathe through it, moaning as your spit runs down your chin. Youâre making a mess, and he loves you like this- loves how badly you want it, how completely you give yourself up to stay full. âSo fucking good for me,â he murmurs, breath catching. âLook at you.â
And then he starts fucking your throat- slow and controlled, rocking into you with more force now, just enough to give you what you asked for. Something to keep your mouth too full to cry. âYouâre okay,â he says through gritted teeth. âYouâre doing so good.â And you are. You take it all, steady, obedient, dripping, and let him use your throat like itâs the only thing you were built for. You fall apart quietly, trembling with each deep push, your whole world narrowed down to the pressure, the stretch, the weight of him keeping you still. Youâre safe. Youâre here. And your mouth is where it belongs.
Heâs getting close. You feel it in the way his hips start to stutter, the way his breath catches, how his cock throbs a little harder with each thrust. He slows down, lets you breathe around it, and rests heavily on your tongue. âGonna come soon,â he murmurs, voice low. âCan I do it in your mouth, baby?â You nod right away- messy, needy, already whimpering for it. You donât pull back. You donât even think. Just press closer, mouth slick and stretched and shaking, and he groans when he sees how much you want it. âGood girl. Donât move.â
He doesnât thrust. Just holds you there- deep, swollen around the base- as he comes in slow, warm pulses, filling your throat while you take it, tear-streaked and open and perfect. You donât stop. You swallow around him like itâs all youâve ever known how to do. His hand stays in your hair, thumb stroking your temple, like heâs holding you together while you shake. You stay like that even after heâs finished, mouth still parted like youâre not ready to let go.
He slides out slowly, wet and sensitive, and your breath hitches at the loss. His thumb catches whatâs leaking from your mouth and tilts your face up, not rough, just enough to see you. Your eyes are red, your jaw still twitching, your lips parted like you donât know how to close them yet. He says nothing. Just breathes out quietly and reaches for your wrist.
Youâre still trembling when he pulls you into his lap, steady but gentle, guiding you into place like heâs done it before. The office chair isnât built for this- not wide enough, not soft- but you climb in anyway, folding messy and small. One leg drapes across his, the other hanging off the edge, and you curl into him instinctively, arms around his neck, face buried against his shoulder like youâre trying to disappear.
He holds you close. One arm across your back, one hand in your hair, thumb stroking slow circles through your sweater. You donât speak. You just breathe, quiet and uneven, body limp but safe. The crying hasnât stopped completely- itâs softer now, more like the aftershock than the storm. Your knees shake. Your mouth aches. Your fingers curl into his shirt like youâre holding onto gravity.
He presses a kiss to the top of your head, voice low against your temple. âShh. You did so good,â he whispers. âItâs over now.â You nod faintly. He asks if it hurt. You shake your head. âGood,â he says again, lips brushing your hair. âThatâs all I care about.â
He doesnât ask what upset you. Doesnât press. Just holds you tighter, arms wrapped around your back like youâre something worth keeping still. Youâll tell him later- when your throat doesnât burn and your heart isnât stuck in your chest. Right now, he lets you stay soft.
You melt into him slowly. Floaty. Boneless. Barely blinking. Your hands relax in his shirt, breath slow against his neck, and when you nuzzle closer, he tilts his head, letting you burrow. Then the kisses start- quiet and light, scattered across his jaw, below his ear, the curve of his throat. Sleepy little thank yous. Not for effect. Just instinct. He smiles softly and curls his hand around your head. âYouâre really sweet when youâre like this, baby.â
You hum in response, kissing his pulse once more. You donât move. You donât need to.
Then, quieter than anything: âLove you.â
It just slips out- muzzy and honest.
He stills. Just a beat.
Then sighs into your hair, arms holding you closer.
âI know,â he murmurs. âLove you too.â
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jadey you write poly marauders in such a special way it feels so realistic i love it so much đ„č how do you think it would go if reader and one of them get into a fight/argument? like how would it affect the overall dynamic? (if this inspires anything pls go for it đđđ)
thank you for requesting! fem
Remus lays with his head on your shoulder, but heâs not happy about it. James and Sirius arenât subtle. Theyâd forced the two of you together and yes, Remus has missed you, but he doesnât want to speak to you and heâs sure youâre feeling the same.Â
You have put your hand atop his, not holding but resting there. He might be forgiven. He hopes heâs forgiven, but he doesnât forgive you, so.Â
James has made Remusâ favourite popcorn, freshly popped and doused in butter and caramel he made himself with sugar over the hob. Remus takes great grateful handfuls, given the added benefit of Jamesâ smug smiling. Each piece he eats is like Jamesâ receiving a job well done, and Potterâs canât help but preen.Â
Sirius sneaks bits of it over you. You donât eat any, pointedly, your leg on Siriusâ knee and your foot wagging constantly. Restless. Annoyed.Â
âWill you be angry with each other forever?â Sirius asks.Â
âSirius.â Â
âWhat? Iâm just asking.âÂ
âYouâre being abrupt,â James says.Â
Remus sighs until they both stop talking. He doesnât know how long youâll be angry with one another. For him it seems to come and go, and it doesnât always help that James is neutral about it while Siriusâ loudly complains that youâre not yet over it after a frosty weekend. He wishes one of them wouldâve backed him up, but then, he canât imagine how that would feel for you. Itâs not like he wants you to be upset. Itâs just an unfortunate consequence of the whole thing.Â
Youâd cried when you argued but youâd been angry, too, quipping at him with a sharp tongue, not afraid to say what youâd felt, just overwhelmed enough to come to tears. They werenât, you know, devastated tears or anything, but Remus had felt a pit open where his stomach was supposed to be as Sirius (Sirius, and not James, which felt important at the time) curled his arm around you and encouraged you to take a breather.Â
James had stayed, giving Remus a good hug as heâd murmured, âThat got too heated, huh? You okay?âÂ
Remus gets weird about James. About all of you, but James had been his first crush, so sometimes he feels rather daunted in the face of his affection. James likes that he can make Remus blush, but nobodyâs acted very fond these last few days. Itâs weird. Itâs all off. The love is still there, but itâs like everyoneâs afraid of showing it.Â
You argued about something Remus said, and you misunderstood, and then something you said and Remus understood very well. Never the end of the world, but Remus is stubborn. He shouldnât be.Â
Remus turns his hand slowly under yours. To his relief, you let him do it, sliding your fingers between his.Â
He lifts his head a touch. You donât look at him. Sirius grins from the other side of you, and Remus ignores him.Â
You slip further down into the sofa, Remus going with you, the whole group of you tired from a weekend on eggshells.Â
Having seemed rather far away for the afternoon, you begin to relax. You force Remusâ head up to tuck yourself into his neck. When the movie ramps into a loud scene of gunshots and high speed car chase, you lift your lips to his ear and say, âIâm sorry, Lupin, but donât you ever speak to me like that again.âÂ
Heâd bristle if you didnât sound teasing. Remus squeezes your hand, turns to see your face, and whispers back. âIâll talk to you any way I like.â You huff a laugh. Heâs so pleased to see a smile on your face that his resentment drains away completely. âIâm sorry, too,â he says.Â
You nod at him. You accept his apology as heâd taken yours. An hour of being sat arm to arm and a half hour of hand-holding has reminded you both how much you really, really like the other.Â
âCan we kiss and make up?â James asks.Â
âI think thatâs usually saved for the arguing parties,â Remus says.Â
âWe can argue, if you like,â you tell James.Â
âShall we?â James asks.Â
Sirius argues with Remus once a week at least ânothing seriousâ and he knows the potency of a rough makeup kiss, sending him a knowing, inviting smile. âWe can argue, Moony,â he says.Â
Remus hugs you with one arm. âIâve had enough arguing. Iâm never doing it again.âÂ
âGood. Iâm very tired, playing peacekeeper and all,â James says, slouching away from everyone. âExhausted, even.âÂ
âWhat shall we do to make it up for him?â Remus asks you, having quickly descended into sickly sweetness, a murmur pressed into your cheek.Â
âWhat does he want?âÂ
âWhat do you want, James?âÂ
James sits up. âWell, it wasnât just me, you know. Sirius has been comic relief two days running. Heâs not usually this funny otherwise.âÂ
âI resent that.âÂ
âLuckily for you both, thereâs two of us,â Remus says.
You laugh, because you know what Sirius will say before he says it. âNo!â you say, lifting a foot to kick at his leg.Â
âDonât be so rude,â Sirius says, grabbing you by the ankle.Â
James decides youâll celebrate with a takeaway and Sirius decides heâll pick which one for being so diligently well-behaved this weekend, leaving you and Remus alone for the first time all day. Things feel a bit more raw, less soothed, but not bad. Remus peels away from you to look at you properly.Â
âYou okay?â you ask.Â
âI was about to ask you the same thing.âÂ
âIâm okay if you are.âÂ
Remus taps your under the jaw, a little to the left, encouraging you to turn your head. He kisses you on the cheek.Â
In the kitchen, James and Sirius giggle like school kids. Somebody gets a good whack in with a tea towel, and the other shrieks. âYou thing!â Sirius says.Â
Remus feels your side shake with laughter.
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Can i req a burnt out reader with Dorian/Mac/Betty/Mateo? Reader is just on the verge of breaking down but has been keeping strong until recently when she gets home and is hit with the "Are you okay?"
Love your stuff btws! đ
You know that moment where you're having an awful time, and some asks "Are you okay?" Or "wmWhat's wrong?" And you just...
Ya, that's you (and me fr)

DorianđȘ
âYou've been working pretty hard lately. picking up extra shifts, helping the dateables around the house
âIt gets so bad that when he overhears an object talking about asking you for help, he won't open the door for them
âYou tell him you're fine and that you just need a nap and a quick snack, and you're good
âBut then you get home after a particularly awful day. He can see the way your eyes are slightly glossy and your lip quivers slightly
"You sure you're alright, love?"
That was apparently the wrong question because you burst into tears immediately
âHe's actually kind of stunned for a moment
âWe all know this man is a little emotionally constipated. He has no idea what to do for a second
âHe holds your face carefully, wiping your tears away with his thumb
"Alright, tell me what's bothering you"
His voice is much softer than usual
âYou try to speak, but all that leaves your mouth is incoherent whimpering and the occasional word
âHe pulls you into a hug, petting your head softly.
"It's alright, love. Take your time"
âIt takes a minute, but you're able to compose yourself and tell him about your awful day. Rude customers, mean managers, forgetting your lunch at home, and having to stay late
âYou tell him about how people at work had been passing their responsibilities onto you and not even thanking you
âHe listens attentively as you vent to him for a couple minutes
âYou're finally able to catch your breath, he kisses the top of your head
"I may not exactly be the leading authority on opening up, but you really shouldn't bottle up your feelings like this, love"
âBedroom Dorian stays with you, taking a rate break from guard duty to cuddle

Macđ„
âThey notice you've been a bit socially drained lately
âIt's been ages since you've interfaced with them.
âOne day, you come home and head to Mac
"Welcome back, my love. It's been so long since we've interfaced. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I see how hard you're working. I just miss you"
âYou spend time talking and watching internet videos
"Is everything alright?"
âYou assure them, you're fine. Even if it seems like a lie, Mac figured maybe you just had a bad day, and some cute animal videos could cheer you up fine enough
âBut then... oh no... one of those "soldier comes home to see their very happy dog" videos
âIt starts small, a couple of tears trickle down your face
"What's wrong? I can change it to someone else"
Yup, it's too late. You break into sobs. Ugly loud sobs
âMac stops the video and quickly wraps their arms around you, tucking your head under their chin and cradling you
âAfter a while, you've cried yourself out and explained the awful time you've been having at work the past couple of days
âThey listen, occasionally sharing comforting words
âYou try to get back to videos, but you're so tired from work, and the mini breakdown you fall asleep on Macs shoulder
âThey kiss your head and get Betty to take you to bed for well-deserved sleep
âThe next morning, they check in on you, making sure you weren't still bottling up any leftover feeling
"You can always come to me if you're feeling burnt out or upset. I want to be someone you can rely on, my love"

Bettyđ
âWhen you started sleeping less or having trouble falling asleep, she noticed right
"Is everything alright, lover?"
âYou promise you're fine, just a little busy with work.
âShe knows you're lying, but not wanting to push too hard, she decides to wait until you're ready
âOne day, you come home and scream into your pillow (hopefully not her face, I'm picturing the pillows are her chest)
"Alright, cutie, what's trouble you?"
Her voice is her usual soft, calm tone, but there's a subtle urging to it
âYou can't hold back and burst into tears
âAll it takes is a subtle look, and everyone leaves your bedroom, giving you privacy
âShe lays your head on her lap and pets your head softly
"My poor darling, it's alright, let it out"
âYour sobs are slightly muffled as you're facing her stomach (maybe the pillow is her stomach? Crying into your pillow and stuff)
âAfter a while, you've cried all you can. Betty places a hand under your chin, slightly tilting your head to look at her
"Now, cutie, can you tell me what's wrong?"
âYou tell her about work and helping everyone around the house. How you've been feeling burnt out lately and how you just had the worst day at work
âAfter your rant, she moves her hand to your cheek, stroking your cheek with her thumb
"Oh, darling, that does sound hard. How about you rest for now and I'll have a word with everyone, I'll be back, alright?"
âShe leaves to tell the other housemates to give you a break and returns to hold your sleeping form close until the next morning

Mateođ
âAs someone who constantly takes on a LOT of responsibility at once, Mateo sees that same tired look in your eyes rights away
âHe invites you to come see the inanimals, knowing that (when they don't have zoomies) they often calm you down
âAs you sit on the floor, you're hounded (hehehe) by the inanimals, all trying to get affection from you
âHe watches as you pet the tassle hounds
"Can I ask, is everything alright, mi vida?"
Stitch lays his head on your lap, and it's the final straw.
âTears fall from your eyes, and you can't seem to stop them. The inanimals begin sniffing and softly headbutting you, trying to comfort you
âHe has to weave through the inanimals to get to you
"What's wrong? How can I help?"
âYou cling to him, sobbing into his shoulder. Mateo rubs your back and pulls you closer
"It's alright, darling, you can tell me when you're ready"
âAfter a while, you're able to calm down and tell him about your awful day
âHe wipes your tears away and gives your cheek a kiss
"How about we cuddle, and you can tell me if there's anything else bothering you?"
âYou spend the rest of the day cuddled up with Mateo (and the inanimals)
#date everything#date everything x reader#visual novel#date everything dorian#date everything mac#date everything betty#date everything mateo
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hii! I would like to request a one shot and smau with KA12 with the song i love you, im sorry by gracie abrams or risk its up to you. Thank you if you could make this! đđ
i love you, im sorry
pairing: kimi antonelli x reader
summary: in which you and kimi dated and broke up... what happens if he contacts you again?
warnings: swearing
fc: madison beer
a/n: this was my first smau so please give me some feedback on how i can make it better because i don't really like it that much
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f1wags KIMI ANTONELLI AND Y/N L/N SPOTTED IN TEARS. anonymous reports have suggested the couple has broken up. what does this mean for the f2 driver now? kimi is set to race in f1 for mercedes in 2025, will this impact his debut season?
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user1 NOOO
user2 I WILL CRYY
user3 THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY
user4 omg i feel so bad :( she looks so upset
user5 right??? and kimi's just walking away??
user6 i js know y/n is going to drop a banger after this...
user7 frrrr
2 years later...
yourusername posted
yourusername thank you so much melbourne, you were amazing đ«¶ next up: the european leg!!
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yourbestfriend gorgeous đđ
yourusername all you love <333
user1 pretty girl!
user2 omg i was there and i had literally the best time đ„čđ„č
user3 i'm going to the one in milan!! user4 omg thats so lucky!
user5 kimi in the likes???
user6 he better not hurt her this time user7 i agree, as much as i would love another album, i don't want y/n to be hurt again
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f1wags kimi antonelli's ex girlfriend, y/n l/n was spotted in milan ahead of the monza gp! click here to find out more!
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user1 no fucking way...
user2 i knew they would get back together one day
user3 i never stopped believing in kimiyn
user4 idk how i feel about this...
user5 tbf we never found out why they broke up so idk what to say rn user6 but y/n wrote my tears ricochet about kimi user7 we don't know if that was about kimi tho user8 there's no way it wasn't about kimi, it was the first song she released after their break up
user9 you all are reading way too much into this đ, she's literally from milan and her family lives there
yourusername posted
yourusername home đźđčđđ
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user1 are you going to see kimi??
user2 kimi in the likes again!!
user3 omg wheres your top in the third photo from??
yourusername i got it from this little souvenir shop!!
gracieabrams are those the matching magnets you got for me??
yourusername yes!! aren't they adorable? :)
user4 are you going to be at monza??
user5 i think she is, there's no way its a coincidence that she's in milan at the same time as monza especially since her first concert for the european leg is in london
y/nfanpage posted
y/nfanpage y/n spotted in a restaurant in milan with a mystery man
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user1 i alr know thats kimi
user2 shes so prettyy
user3 i want that shirt so bad
user4 noo đ
user5 new love songs soon??
user6 ahh gorgeous
user7 i actually need to know who that is
user8 same!! user9 oh bfr its definitely kimi user10 user9 it is for sure
kimiantonelli updated their story
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yourusername updated their story
caption: amore mio â€ïžđ·
kimiantonelli posted
kimiantonelli mi principessa â€ïžâ€ïžyourusername
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yourusername ti amo baby â€ïž
kimiantonelli ti amo bella â€ïž
yourbestfriend um shes actually mine
kimiantonelli um no shes not yourbestfriend i was the one who got her those flowers kimiantonelli I BOUGHT HER FLOWERS TOO! YOU TOOK THEM FROM MY HAND AND THREW THEM BEFORE SHE COULD SEE THEM yourbestfriend you snooze, you lose kimiantonelli i hate you yourbestfriend yourusername your boyfriend's bullying me yourusername stfu both of you, i love you both kimiantonelli me more tho right? yourbestfriend watch your mouth kimi
mercedesamgf1 our favorite couple
georgerussell what are me and carmen? chopped liver?
user1 OMG OMG I KNEW IT
user2 I KNEW IT AS SOON AS BOTH OF THEM HAD MATCHING EMOJIS ON THEIR STORIES
user3 I KNEW IT AS SOON AS SHE LANDED IN MILAN yourbestfriend i knew all along... đ€«đ€«
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yourusername i love you, im sorry and daylight is out now!!
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kimiantonelli daylight sounds amazing baby â€ïž
yourusername inspired by you tesoro â€ïž
alexandrasaintmleux the lyrics in daylight are so beautiful mon amour đ„čđ«¶
yourusername thank you so much alex, i love you đ«¶đ«¶ alexandrasaintmleux i love you more ma chĂ©rie kimiantonelli come get your gf charlesleclerc! shes trying to steal mine! yourusername boooo kimi go awayyy kimiantonelli wow. didn't you just release a love song about me?? yourusername kidding!! love youuu â€ïžâ€ïž kimiantonelli yeah yeah, love you too đâ€ïž
user1 AHH OMG THEY'RE SO SO CUTEEE
user2 i need a boyfriend like kimi
user3 more like a girlfriend like y/n
user4 idk who i want more, kimi or y/n
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pairing: seungmin x afab!reader
genre: fluff, smut, college au
word count: 9.8k
warnings: sex work(kinda), masturbation, sex toys unprotected sex, face fucking, degradation, bondage, spanking, lowkey pain kink, squirting, dirty talk, orgasm control, sexting, reader is called slut and loves it hehe (lmk if i missed some haha)
a/n: i hope y'all enjoy this, please reblog if you did, i had fun with the college auđ«¶đ» also, my first full seungmin ficđ„čđ
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Saturday night. In any student's case that would be the perfect time to go out and party, unwind from the whole week, get drunk and maybe score a one night stand.
Not in Seungmin's case though, he has found another genre of ...entertainment. He was never the type to go out to parties, finding alcohol something that just upsets his stomach and seeing people acting even dumber than they usually do only served to make him mad, not relaxed.
His roommate Hyunjin is the exact opposite, practically surviving the whole week just for any party organized nearby, and today was no different.
"Do I look good?"- Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at Seungmin, after trying on the fifth outfit and asking the same thing every single time.
"Why are you asking redundant questions? You got a mirror."- Seungmin rolls his eyes at his roommate who was looming over his frame as he layed on his bed.
"Because like, I need to know if you'd fuck me?"- Hyunjin says nonchalantly and Seungmin makes gagging noises at him as he sits up.
"I'd never fuck you."- he shakes his head and Hyunjin groans.
"Okay but like if you were a girl or into guys, would you?"- he tries again.
"If saying yes gets you off my case, then yes."- Seungmin sighs and it's Hyunjin's turn to roll his eyes with a playful smirk appearing on his lips.
"You're so boring."- Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at Seungmin.
"And you're so childish. Let me be boring in peace."- Seungmin waves him off.
Hyunjin makes snoring noises as he grabs his jacket, barely missing the pillow projectile Seungmin aimed at him.
"Don't bother coming back, peasant!"- Seungmin yells and the door is closed with a thud.
He sighs, sitting in silence for just a few moments, waiting for Hyunjin's long legs to take him away from the dorms.
When he's sure that his roommate is far away, Seungmin gets up to lock the door before making his way back to bed.
He grabs his laptop and opens it up, typing up the familiar page into his search engine, looking for his favorite user, the one he spent so much money on. Money he made working hard during the summer, but who cares when he can spend it on whatever he wants.
Every week he waits for Saturday, his favorite day, when she does all her livestreams. Even though she never showed her face on camera, Seungmin is convinced she is the most beautiful woman to ever grace the planet.
Judging only by her beautiful curves and the way she moves and sounds when she pleases herself only fuel the fantasy of her that blooms inside Seungmin's head.
This weekend she's wearing pretty pastel pink lingerie, delicate and frilly, the tiny see-through fabric leaving nothing to the imagination except her face that Seungmin wishes he could see.
"Oh hello, MongMong22. You're finally here! I was waiting for you before I start!"- Seungmin listens to her seductive voice, imagining her smirk and a wink she'd send to the camera.
She always gives special hello's to him, always fulfills his requests because he's been there almost since day one, a constant source of payment for her.
"I have some new toys I wanna try out today."- she reveals, spreading her legs tentatively, slowly sliding her hand between them as she presses her fingers into her clit, circling it.
Seungmin lets out a breath through his nose, his boxers are already getting tight and she didn't even start with anything.
~ Let us see your tits, please!
She chuckles at the comment someone left, moving her hand away from her panties that now had a wet spot formed on them.
"Okay, when you asked so nicely."- Seungmin can hear the smirk in her voice. She undoes her bra, taking it off slowly and Seungmin palms his growing erection at the sight of her beautiful tits.
"You want me to play with my tits? Imagine it's your hands touching me?"- she cups herself, slowly massaging her breasts as a little moan escapes her lips.
~ Play with your nipples.
Someone comments what Seungmin thinks, and she brings her fingers on her nipples.
"You want me to play with my little nipples? Mm it feels so good."- she whines as she starts pinching them and rolling them between her fingers.
"How long should I play with them? Until they're all tender and swollen, so sensitive for you?"- she moans, pinching them harder.
Seungmin twitches and pulls his boxers down so he can grab his throbbing cock, pre-cum spilling out and coating his length.
"You tell me when to stop, pup."- Seungmin's dick twitches in his hand, he knows she's talking directly to him, with the nickname he chose whenever they direct message.
He slowly starts moving his hand, only on his tip, the stimulation making his gut stir as he watches her torture her nipples while she lets out the prettiest moans.
Seungmin imagines how it would feel to actually be the one to touch her nipples, reduce her to a mess of moans while only playing with her breasts.
"Are you imagining you're touching me? Or perhaps you're imagining your lips around my nipples, sucking on them like a good boy?"- Seungmin lets out a quiet noise as his hand slips down his length, now completely lubed with his pre-cum.
He moves his hand very slowly, trying to make everything last as long as possible, after all it's been a week since he's last seen her.
He stops her only when her nipples are swollen and red, when she's whimpering and begging, rutting her hips against her bed, her wet pussy dragging on the sheets beneath.
~ Touch yourself. Push your fingers inside your pussy.
Seungmin types out, now completely succumbing to the arousal traveling through his body right to his red throbbing cock.
"Of course, MongMong. Tell me how many fingers?"- she sounds sweet, and he can imagine her batting her eyelashes at him.
~ Three.
She whines at his comment, sliding her panties off and spreading her legs wide so everyone can see her pretty pussy, glistening with arousal.
"Three fingers for my pup."- she moans, playing with her clit a little before she slides her fingers on her wet folds. She slowly pushes three of her fingers in, her little pussy struggling to take so much before any preparation.
Seungmin's head is dizzy, thinking about how tight her pussy actually is, how it would feel to sink his cock inside her, open her up only to take him. He tightens his hold on his cock, imagining it's her velvety walls squeezing around him.
The schlick sounds that her pussy makes as she starts fucking her fingers into it together with her sweet whines, make Seungmin move his hand faster.
He cups his balls with his other hand, giving himself more stimulation as she plays with her nipples and fucks herself.
"Ahh, are you thinking of having your way with me? Pushing your cock inside me and fucking me raw? Filling me up, full of your warm cum? Mm, I hope you are cause I'm thinking about it too!"- she whimpers loudly.
"Come on puppy, tell me when I can cum!"- she adds, fucking herself faster, her legs shaking as she brings her hand harshly into her hole.
"Fuck!"- Seungmin curses, his cock twitching hard in his hand.
~ Cum for me.
He types out when he feels close to his own high and she lets out a little gasp.
"Yes, puppy, cum with me too! I want you to cum all over me ahh!"- she moans and Seungmin's hips jerk upwards as he cums hard, at the same time she almost screams, pulling her fingers out as she squirts, her pussy visibly clenching around nothing.
Seungmin milks his cock dry as he looks at her beautiful flushed body, her pussy and thighs covered in her juices, her breasts shaking lightly with her ragged breathing.
"I hope you came with me. Now tell me which toy should I start with first? Or should I use both of them, fill both my holes?"- she giggles and Seungmin feels his spent cock twitch against his thigh.
Oh, it's just the beginning of the night.
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Monday comes around, the day everyone dreads but not Seungmin.
It's another day he looks forward to, because he has lectures with you.
He barely knows you, you exchanged only polite hello's and a few sentences about your assignments and professors, you being Felix's friend who is Hyunjin's friend, brought you together as sometimes the four of you sit at the same table during lunch time at the cafeteria.
You're mostly quiet, hiding in big sweaters, your hair is always up in a neat bun or ponytail, your glasses sliding down your nose as you stare at your book.
Seungmin thinks you're adorable and also unapproachable as he, himself is a little shy and he tried to take the lead a few times, only for you to bite back short answers, your voice timid and your cheeks rosy.
You were like that with Hyunjin too at the beginning, shy and barely responding to him, but since he tries to fuck anything that walks and of course tried to flirt with you one too many times, you started being sarcastic and sassy with him, turning him down every time.
Seungmin wouldn't admit it out loud but he was enjoying every time you brought the cocky Hwang Hyunjin down to earth.
You seemed to only be somewhat relaxed around Felix, probably because you've known each other for quite a while, being friends even before college started.
Seungmin wishes he could be more like Felix, more extroverted and joyful, maybe then he'd get more of your attention, maybe then he'd get to talk to you more, find out about your desires, fears, dreams and interests.
"Well, I gotta go, I have a hot date."- Hyunjin stands up first, wiggling his eyebrows. "Any of y'all are welcome to join in for a little threesome."
"Ew."- you and Seungmin say at the same time, making Felix choke on his food as he tried to laugh and swallow the meat at the same time.
"Both of you are boring."- Hyunjin puts both thumbs down and Seungmin reaches up to slap his hands, making Hyunjin trip over his feet and almost fall as he tries to avoid him.
"Don't kill him. Yet."- Felix chimes in after a chug of water.
"I see you're siding with the snores. I'll catch you later then, my little retirement squad."- Hyunjin slips away with a smirk and a salute.
"Oh shit!"- Felix gasps suddenly, scrambling to get up. "I forgot I had a study date! I'm already late, I'll see you guys later!"- he grabs his stuff in a frenzy, running away comically as he tries to balance everything in his hands.
Seungmin and you watch as Felix almost bumps into another student carrying their tray of food, apologizing profusely as the person glares at him.
"He's a disaster sometimes."- you shake your head and Seungmin is taken aback, almost forgetting you're still sitting there. With him. Alone.
This is the first time that neither Hyunjin nor Felix are together with the two of you and Seungmin gulps, his heart picking up speed as you tilt your head at him, looking at him through your glasses.
"Yeah, he is."- he answers quickly with a nervous chuckle and you seem to already move on, your nose in your book again.
"W-what are you reading?"- Seungmin tries a poor attempt at starting a conversation, when he can clearly read the title and the author since you're holding the book up.
You close the cover, looking at it like you've forgotten what you're reading.
"The giver. I've read it multiple times. I just read it sometimes between new books. To have like a familiar story before I move on to something I've never experienced before. It's comforting."- you talk, your cheeks reddening with every word you utter, your eyes darting down to your book as you scan the words you almost know at the top of your head.
"What's it about?"- Seungmin asks, actually interested in knowing what kind of story you find comforting, one you can repeat over and over again.
"It's about a seemingly utopian world where everyone has equal everything but the more details you find out about the world, as well as the role of the giver, the more your eyes open up to see it's far from being utopian. I won't spoil much in case you wish to read it someday."- you smile at Seungmin, pushing your glasses up, your eyes sparkly.
"Wow."- he exhales as he stares at your face. "I- I mean, it sounds very interesting. The book. I might give it a read."
"Let me know if you do. I wanna hear your thoughts."- you say and his heart flutters.
You wanna hear his thoughts.
"Well, it was nice talking to you but I have afternoon lectures. See you around."- you stand up, hiding your face from Seungmin and he feels a kind of longing wash over him, longing to be in your presence just for a little while more.
You quickly gather your stuff, and he sees a glimpse of your reddened cheeks as you wave bye to him and walk out, your sweet perfume lingering even after you're far down the road and Seungmin is still sitting there, his heart hammering in his chest.
He finds The Giver in the library that very same afternoon and hurries to his dorm to start reading as soon as he can.
-
Seungmin finds it easy to fall into the fictitious world of your comfort book, with every word he sees, he reads it in your voice, imagines you with your little bun, a few strands of your hair falling into your eyes and framing your pretty face, as your glasses slide down your nose.
He reads and reads, and then he thinks about you, your pretty lips and he wonders how you taste. He wonders how his hands would look while holding your face, the look you would give him as he leans in closer right before he seals his lips with yours. He wonders how it would feel to press his body against yours, to melt into your embrace. And how it would feel to be inside you, how beautiful you would be with nothing but your glasses on.
Seungmin's pants get terribly tight, but it feels wrong.
So wrong to touch himself at the thought of the sweet and kind you, so he turns to the only source of pleasure he knows. That familiar site he's on every Saturday, and when need hits, sometimes during the week too.
Like today, while his roommate is luckily away, off to fuck someone somewhere while Seungmin looks for her.
~ Hey, are you online?
Seungmin quickly sends her a message and the three dots indicating that she's typing pop up in an instant.
~ For you always, pup. Tell me what you need.
Seungmin swallows, his cock straining in his boxers.
~ Could you send me a video of you playing with your favorite toy?
He sends, and adds a generous tip immediately.
He waits for a little while, the erection painful in his boxers so he decides to shuck them off and slowly wrap his hand around his length.
~ video attachment
Seungmin jolts and clicks as fast as he can. She's completely naked, save for cute white thigh highs, her legs are spread open as she runs her favorite dildo on her wet folds.
"Mm, pup I wish it was you here with me now."- she says lowly, before she slowly starts pushing the toy into her desperate pussy.
Seungmin watches as it stretches around the dildo, sucking it in greedily and he jerks himself off faster, his legs trembling.
"I wish it was your dick stretching me, fucking me raw. I would let you cum inside me, puppy."- she moans as she pushes the whole toy inside her.
"Ahh, fuck!"- Seungmin moans a little too loudly as his cock twitches hard in his hand.
"I want you to fuck me dumb, pup. Ah, please!"- she whines desperately, fucking herself faster and harder. Seungmin moans quietly as he matches her pace, almost throwing his head back in pleasure but he doesn't want to miss a moment of her sweet pussy taking it.
"Ahh, I'm gonna cum for you!"- she moans before exploding around the toy, coating it in her release.
Seungmin's eyes roll back as he fucks his hand relentlessly, on the brink of his release.
"Cum inside me puppy, please!"- she keeps fucking herself, taking out another orgasm out of her pussy as she squirts all over herself. That tips Seungmin over the edge and he cums, spurting all over his hand and stomach.
"I hope you enjoyed that."- she giggles before the video ends.
~ Tell me if you need something more, I'll do it for you MongMong<3
He sees the last text as he clicks off the video, after saving it of course.
~ I wish I could see your face.
He types out after wiping himself off.
The typing bubble pops up and disappears a few times before she finally answers.
~ I'm sorry pup, that's the one thing I can't do.
Seungmin knew she would say that, and he understands, she doesn't even know who he is, how old he is, what he looks like. He could say he's whatever age he wants to be or send a picture of someone else, it's easy to hide behind a screen. It makes sense that she wants to keep herself safe.
~ I understand. Thank you for the vid.
~ Anytime!<3 Ty for the tip, handsome<3
Seungmin watches the video a few more times before his roommate stumbles into the dorm, and he hides his phone away, pretending to be asleep.
-
Felix and Hyunjin are deep into a heated conversation about some game characters, and Seungmin has tuned them out long ago. His attention is only on you, as you fumble with your glasses, your book resting on the side of course.
"I finished the giver."- he starts and you look up from cleaning your glasses, your eyes big and eyebrows lifted as your cheeks redden.
"Wow, that was quick! You're a fast reader."- you say, putting your glasses on and smoothing out that strand of hair that always falls out of your bun. Seungmin wishes he could reach out and put it behind your ear himself.
"The story was engaging."- he chuckles and you let out a small giggle. "Actually, it was really sad at some parts. And it ends with an open ending, we never know if they survived or not."
"I like to think they did. That's what's comforting to me."- you shrug, looking down at your plate.
"Could you imagine a world like that? To be robbed of everything that makes you unique, that makes you who you are?"- you add suddenly and Seungmin shakes his head.
"Sounds terrifying."- he says and you hum in agreement.
You seem to be contemplating something, sifting through your food with your fork as your cheeks become even more red.
Seungmin can see you muttering to yourself and he finds it so endearing.
"T-there's a book fair happening this weekend. I was wondering if you'd like to... go with me."- you say quietly, your eyes meeting his in a shy gaze.
Seungmin's heart hammers fast in his chest.
"I'd love to!"- he says a little too quickly, cringing at himself.
"Great! Um, maybe we could meet up in front of the cafeteria at 5pm?"- you ask, smiling at him.
"Sounds good."- Seungmin nods, trying not to look affected but deep in his mind he's clawing at the figurative wall.
"Where are y'all going?"- Hyunjin butts in suddenly.
"Nowhere of interest to you, Hwang."- you answer with a slight scowl on your face, and Seungmin suppresses a laugh behind his palms.
Hyunjin lifts his arms up in surrender, feigning an innocent look.
"Just say it's a date and I'll be out of your hair."- he says and you almost suffocate on your own saliva. "It's about time my little MongMong gets some."- he smirks and Seungmin is quick to punch his arm hard, making Hyunjin wail dramatically as he almost falls off the chair.
Felix is laughing histerically, holding up his phone as he films the whole chaotic scene.
Your eyes seem to widden at the nickname, the color draining from your face.
"You broke my arm!"- Hyunjin yelps, making a few people turn to look at him with an annoyed look on their faces.
"I'll break the other one too if you don't shut up."- Seungmin threatens while you sit quietly.
"Ugh... I gotta go. I'll see you Saturday."- you look at Seungmin before patting Felix on the head and saying bye to the whole table as you rush out of the cafeteria.
Seungmin stares at the door swinging after you ran out and Hyunjin smirks.
"You better get that p-"
"Finish the sentence, Hwang. I dare you."- Seungmin glares at him with his fist lifted and Hyunjin yelps.
"See! He bullies me! He beats me up!"- he says to Felix who shakes his head, chuckling.
"You're the one who starts it."- Felix says.
"Y'all are against me. I'm leaving."- Hyunjin gets up.
"Goodbye."- Seungmin says and the two of them unceremoniously flip each other off as Felix laughs at them.
"Be nice to y/n. She's a close friend of mine."- Felix says to Seungmin as soon as Hyunjin is out of earshot.
"Oh... Yeah, of course. I promise."- Seungmin says and Felix smiles.
"Good."- he nods and just then Seungmin becomes aware of the butterflies in his stomach.
-
Seungmin doesn't know how he managed to sleep the night before. Saturday was always his favorite day, but today it was even more special.
"How do I look?"- he's the one to ask Hyunjin that this time around, as his roommate lazes around on his bed, playing some dumb game on his phone.
"Yeah, I'd fuck you."- Hyunjin smirks.
"I didn't ask that, you asshole!"- Seungmin snaps and Hyunjin just laughs.
"It was implied."- he wiggles his eyebrows and Seungmin grabs his pillow.
"See this? I'm gonna suffocate you with it if you keep being gross."- he threatens and Hyunjin just smirks again.
"I mean, if that's what you're into, I'm okay with a little breath play."- he says.
"Oh my god, I am leaving. You're sick."- Seungmin makes gagging noises at his roommate, grabbing his stuff as fast as he could.
Hyunjin is giggling, loving the way he can always annoy his roommate and friend.
"Get that pussy, MongMong!"- he yells after him.
"Shut up, Hwang!"- Seungmin yells back, slamming the door as he steps out into the hallway.
Finally.
He arrives in front of the cafeteria a little too early, and he's shuffling from one foot to another, his heart stuck in his throat. Is this really happening?
Maybe he's just dreaming. If he is, he hopes he'll never wake up because there you are, walking towards him.
Seungmin almost sputters when he sees you with your hair down, wearing a dress and an oversized sweater over it.
It seems like he fell right into a scene from a movie where the protagonist finally gets the girl, and she's walking towards him in slow motion, her hair cascading down her shoulders as the wind blows through it, her face breaking into a smile as she notices him and waves.
Seungmin is absolutely stunned.
"Hey."- you say as you stand in front of him, your perfume and shampoo mixing and filling up the space between you and Seungmin melts.
"Hi. You look... different."- you dumb idiot, he thinks. You look different? What the heck is that?
"T-thanks, I guess?"- you chuckle quietly. "My hair is down, maybe because of that."- you conclude, tucking that one strand behind your ear and Seungmin's hand itches.
"Yeah, could be."- Seungmin hopes the earth swallows him up. Why is he so embarassing?
"Shall we go?"- you ask and Seungmin nods, as the two of you start walking.
Luckily, the location is only a 10 minute walk from your campus, so you didn't have to take the bus.
The two of you walked in silence at first before you found a common theme, talking about your lectures and professors.
Seungmin's worries kept slowly melting away as your conversation flows naturally.
Arriving at the fair, Seungmin had no idea it would be this big. The crowd really was something and there were so many stands with books and trinkets, somewhere down the line there were even stands with drinks and food.
"Oh wow, what a turn up this year!"- you say, your body buzzing with excitement.
"Yeah, I didn't think there'd be a crowd this huge."- Seungmin nods.
"That's not a problem, right?"- you ask, your eyes big and sparkly and he melts.
"No, of course not. I'm excited to see what they have here too."- Seungmin smiles a blindingly bright smile at you, noticing your cheeks becoming redder as you look at him.
You avert your eyes in favor of scanning the books perched on the stands, looking for a new fantasy world to immerse yourself in.
Seungmin quickly found out just how passionate you are about your reading, as you talked and talked like someone opened up a tap of water and the words kept spilling out of your lips.
To say he was delighted to see this more excited, bold side of you was an understatement. He absorbed every single thought you let out in the open, like a man with a hard addiction he wanted to hear more, he wanted you to keep talking so his brain could get a well craved dose of you.
All the talking and walking made the two of you hungry and you made your way towards one of the little fast food stands.
Your hands were occupied with two bags of books and Seungmin held two books that you recommended to him, ones that he planned to read religiously as soon as he could just so the two of you have even more to talk about.
"Let me help you with that."- he says, offering to carry your bags. You almost shy away, saying that it's not necessary but he insists so you give in.
You both get hot dogs and sodas, sitting at one of the high tables.
As you sit and eat, making small talk, Seungmin's eyes fall to your wrist, where you rolled up your sleeve.
A dainty bracelet with a little sun and half moon pendant adorns it and he wonders why it looks so familiar to him. Until it clicks.
Sunbeam28. The woman of his dreams, the one that sends him hot videos on demand, the one that calls him puppy and fucks herself in front of thousands of horny eyes. She has the same bracelet.
Seungmin swallows, it can't be.
It's just a bracelet. Maybe many other people have it, it must be. He gathers his thoughts as you sense his stare and look up at him.
There's no way someone as sweet and innocent as you says the things she says, does the things she does.
"Um, your bracelet. It's pretty."- Seungmin comments.
"Oh!"- you look at your wrist and smile fondly. "Felix got it for me, on my 18th birthday."
"Oh, that's really nice. So you and him?"- Seungmin trails off.
"He's like a brother to me."- you smile, wiping your hands on the napkin.
"Yeah, I figured."- hoped, is what he wants to say but doesn't. "It's nice that he found that bracelet for you, I mean it suits you well."- Seungmin tries again.
"He got it made for me. It's one of a kind."- you say and he almost chokes on his drink.
"Seungmin, are you okay?"- you panic as he coughs, lifting to your feet and tapping his back.
"Mhm."- he nods quickly, swallowing and then drinking again. "Fine. I'm fine."
Completely fucking fine.
That can only mean one thing. You and Sunbeam28 are the same person. Seungmin lets out a quiet incredulous laugh. Out of everywhere in the world the woman on his screen lives on the same campus as him. Out of everyone, he fell for you twice.
But the sweet shy girl with red cheeks in front of him looks nothing like the sexy seductress that could have him wrapped around her finger in a matter of seconds.
He wonders how much you hide away, and he comes to the realization that he already saw everything.
His face feels hot and you look up at him expectantly.
"You sure you're okay?"- you ask.
"Yeah, more than okay."- he tries to reassure you and maybe himself too.
It's almost your streaming time, Seungmin thinks as the two of you walk back towards the campus.
"I had a really good time."- you say shyly when he walks you to your dorm.
"Me too."- he smiles, watching you tuck your hair behind your ear.
He gets an overwhelming wish to taste your cherry colored lips.
"Well, see you Monday."- you say, before turning around and leaving hurriedly.
"See you!"- Seungmin calls behind you, clutching the books in his hand.
-
He's logged on as soon as Hyunjin disappears off to party at 11pm like clockwork.
"Hi, MongMong22. Glad to see you here again tonight."- a seductive voice says.
Again? Again, like another Sunday or again as in you somehow know?
There's no way you could know.
"Tonight is a special night. I'm feeling extra giving so I will let my viewers take complete control over me. I'm talking what toy I use, how fast or slow I go, where I put it, when I cum... Everything is in your hands my dear viewers. I'm looking forward to tonight."- you let out a little chuckle, and Seungmin is 100% sure now. You are Sunbeam28.
~ We want you naked.
Someone comments and you giggle again.
"Your wish is my command, chat."- you say and take off the flimsy see through black bra and panties.
"Here we have a selection of all my toys. I'm counting on you to be creative."- you say, spreading your legs and letting everyone see your pussy, already glistening with arousal. The thought of being at the mercy of faceless viewers excited you so much.
~ Put on the nipple clamps.
Seungmin types out quickly. He wants, no needs to ruin you. How can you walk around so shyly, your nose always in your books, while here with the promise of anonymity you're such a horny little thing. He can't wrap his head around the duality.
"Anything for you, puppy."- your voice is low as you grab your pretty shiny nipple clamps. You tease your nipples a little, pinching and pulling on them, before you put on the clamps.
A whimper spills from your lips at the pain shooting through you, bringing pleasure to your core as arousal gushes out of it.
You flick your nipples a little, moaning quietly.
~ Does it hurt?
Seungmin asks, his hand palming his hard cock through his boxers.
"Mm it hurts so good pup. So good."- you whimper as you play with them, pulling on them and biting on your lip. Wishing you could close your legs to create some friction for your throbbing pussy but you want your dear viewers to have a good look at your greedy hole the entire time.
~ Use the vibrator
Someone adds and giggles spill from your lips as you take a hold of your toy.
"On my clit?"- you ask, playing with the settings.
~ Yes
Comments pour in and you press the tip on your clit, engorged and throbbing from arousal.
"How high should I turn it on?"
~ Highest. And don't cum unless I tell you to.
Seungmin gets bold, his cock now free from it's confines as he strokes it, his pre cum lubing it up perfectly.
"Mm yes pup."- you moan, turning up the settings to the highest point you could, pressing the vibrator into your clit hard.
"Ah!"- you moan wantonly, the pleasure coursing through your veins.
Seungmin curses as he can now imagine your pretty face, all fucked out, your eyes rolled back and tongue out as you moan, your legs shaking with pleasure, your tight little pussy clenching and begging to be touched and fucked.
He wonders if you still have your glasses on.
You're on the brink, barely holding in and the chat is exploding with different comments but you're waiting for him to tell you to cum.
"P-please, puppy. I wanna cum for you. Please!"- you whimper and Seungmin smirks behind the screen, flicking his wrist and also edging himself, just so he can follow your pace.
He doesn't answer yet, waiting a little more as your legs shake violently, arousal constantly gushing out of your pussy and soaking the bedsheet underneath you.
You play with your pinched nipples, the added pain makes your mind so cloudy and you keep begging.
~ Cum for me.
Seungmin fucks his hand as you grind on your bed.
"Ah, thank you puppy!"- you whimper as you cum, squirting on the bed in front of you, the liquid slides down your ass and you whimper, grinding against your own release.
Seungmin waits, he didn't come yet, not until you fall apart.
~ Let's see that little pussy take the biggest cock.
It's like something possessed him when he types that out, he's always had requests for you but he's never been this crass.
He could see your pussy clench at his words.
"Ah puppy, you wanna see my little pussy stuffed full to the brim? See it take this monster cock inch by inch just for you?"- he can hear the smirk and the need in your voice.
~ Yes. Don't make me wait.
"Ahh my puppy is so bossy tonight."- you tease, grabbing some lube to help you out, pouring it on your hands and the dildo generously before you start spreading it as you pump the toy.
"Watch closely."- you say, the tip of the dildo slowly pushed between your folds, as it catches and slips through and your eyes roll back as the toy breaches in, stretching your little pussy around it.
You whimper, pushing more of the toy in, determined to take as much as you can, push your limits as the thick long dildo forces your cunt open.
~ Fuck yourself faster
He comments and your moans are music to Seungmin's ears, together with the wet sounds your pussy makes as you start pounding your cunt. He fists his cock, matching your pace as you strain your wrist, your hole swallowing more than half the monster dildo.
"Ahh fuck puppy, I wish it was you! Fucking me, ruining my little pussy with your cock!"- you whine as you fuck yourself, the thought of when Hyunjin called your crush MongMong the other day flying through your mind. And you imagine him.
You imagine Seungmin pounding the absolute fuck out of you and you speed up, your head thrown back, not even caring about the camera anymore.
On the other side, Seungmin's legs are shaking as he watches you come undone, his cock twitching and he can't hold it in anymore, his warm cum shooting out in spurts as you babble and fuck your cunt until you explode all over yourself.
"Ah, shit!"- you curse. "I got carried away, chat."
But the comments are overwhelmingly positive as your eyes scan through them, trying to focus on the screen.
~ Please wanna see u fuck ur ass
Someone comments, and you chuckle.
"I'm afraid time's up. But next Saturday, I will wear the prettiest buttplug just for you."- you cheekily click your tongue.
Seungmin is still trying to catch his breath.
And he still can't believe it's you. Sweet y/n. Such a desperate little slut.
He wants to make you his.
-
It's the only class all four of you have together and Seungmin has a skip in his step after the weekend.
When he sees you standing and talking to Felix, all his confidence crumbles and his face burns as he remembers what he typed out and how sinful you were during that live.
As soon as you notice him, you quickly avert your eyes, your face matching his in color as you both blush. Felix smirks as his eyes travel between the two of you.
"Hello, Minnie."- Felix teases and Seungmin narrows his eyes at him.
"Don't call me that. Sounds like you're calling me short and I'm taller than you."- he says and Felix gasps, grabbing at his chest.
"Damn, don't have to rub it in my face."- he jokes and Hyunjin appears behind him, throwing his arm around Felix's shoulders.
"Who's rubbing what into your face? I volunteer."- he smirks.
"Ew."- you and Seungmin recoil at the same time again, making the two of them chuckle and exchange knowing looks.
"Moving on."- Felix shakes Hyunjin's arm off as he pouts on the side. "Y/n and I were just talking how fun it would be if the four of us would do the assignment together. Specifically, I'd like to pair up with Hyunjin."
"Ah, I know you want me Lix. We can arrange something."- Hyunjin smirks.
"Get your head out of your ass, Hwang."- you chime in and Seungmin can't help the cackle that falls from his lips. But you notice the little blush blossoming on Felix's face and your eyes widden.
Of course he fell for the playboy's charm.
"Anyways! Seungmin and y/n can work on their part together."- Felix continues, playing with his fingers nervously as Hyunjin keeps smirking at him.
"Alright, I like that mash up."- you nod, your cheeks dusted in pink and Seungmin's heart skips a beat.
"How about you come to my place tonight and we can start?"- when did you get so bold, Seungmin thinks. Is he even breathing right now?
"S-sure, that sounds good."
"Great, Lixie you can come to our dorm then. The snooze fest will happen over at y/n's dorm and you can have the only fun person here all to yourself."- Hyunjin wiggles his eyebrows at Felix.
"I'm sure he's absolutely estatic about that."- Seungmin shakes his head, missing the way Felix fumbles over his words.
"I promise I'll behave."- Hyunjin winks.
He definitely will not behave, Seungmin thinks, but as he looks at Felix he concludes that maybe Felix would like that.
-
The evening comes around quicker than anticipated. Seungmin is in front of your door, checking his hair, his breath and his heartbeat a hundred times.
He brought his laptop and stuff to work on the project together but that's the last thing in his mind right now.
He's gonna see the room. The bed. The one you do the most sinful things on, in front of the camera.
He knocks and you open the door, looking comfy and sweet, your hair up in your famous bun, the strands falling into the frame of your glasses and you're wearing a cute pyjama set, complete with shorts that reveal your pretty legs.
That must be on purpose, Seungmin thinks, or hopes.
"Hey, I hope it's not messy. I had to help my roommate pack, she's had some family emergency so I didn't get to clean up everything."
"No, it's completely fine. I understand."- Seungmin smiles as you lead him to your room.
"Let's just go to my room, my computer and materials are there."- you say and he follows, visibly gulping.
The moment he steps in, recognition settles in his stomach.
"Sit wherever you want."- you say. Will he dare to sit on the bed?
Yes, he will.
He sits down and looks up at you, you're biting at your lip like your were contemplating something, your eyes averting away from his, your cheeks becoming rosy again.
"Let's begin."- you quickly snap out of whatever you were thinking about and sit at your table.
Seungmin is disappointed but he's convinced you'd never make the first move even if you did want him and somehow he feels he'd have to break that ice soon or he might miss his chance with you.
-
Two hours later, both of you get a little tired and hungry from all the work you've done so you decide to order some food. In the meantime you show him some of your favorite books from your book collection (part of it that you could have in the dorm), and his heart swells at your excited babbling.
The food arrives shortly and you invite Seungmin to sit next to you so the two of you can eat. The table is small, your hands keep brushing against each other as you reach for different side dishes, your knees pressed against each other.
Something stirs inside him and Seungmin watches you as you wipe your lips with a napkin, that damn hair getting in your eyes again.
He can't ignore the need anymore, his hand reaches to tuck the strand behind your ear. You freeze before you look up at him.
"You're really pretty."- he says suddenly, surprising himself.
"Seungmin-" - you start, a little gasp escaping your lips as his hand cups your cheek.
"No, let me finish. I need to say it now when I feel brave. I- I really like you. Well, more than that. I'm falling for you, y/n and I don't know if I've read the signals wrong but I think you might feel the same."
"Oh..."- you look shocked, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. "I do, I really do. I've had a crush on you ever since I first saw you."- you confess, playing with your fingers.
Seungmin feels delighted, like a weight has been lifted off of his chest and he smiles brightly and sweetly at you.
"Can I kiss you?"- he asks quietly and your heart skips a beat.
"Please."- your voice almost comes out in a whimper and both of you lean in, your lips touching, figurative fireworks exploding around you as you sigh a breath of relief into each other, your lips moving perfectly together.
The kiss becomes heated quickly, as you keep leaning closer into each other, hands roaming on your bodies.
"S-Seungmin, I need to ask you something."- you whisper against his lips and he leans back, looking at you with hazy eyes.
"Anything."- he nods.
"Are you... Are you MongMong22?"- you gulp and his eyes widden as he gasps.
"You know?"- he asks and you chuckle nervously.
"Hyunjin called you that one time. Did you know I was-"
"Sunbeam28? Found out recently. Well I figured it out by your bracelet."
"I knew you knew. As soon as you asked me about it."- you say and a glint of something dangerous shines in your eyes.
"Are you uncomfortable that I know your secret?"- Seungmin asks.
"God no. I can just skip explaining it to you, if we're gonna date. I want to be transparent about it and somehow knowing you know and that you're... well, my biggest fan is somehow comforting."- you chuckle.
"I am your biggest fan."- Seungmin smirks, his gut stirring.
"What now?"- you swallow.
"Now, I'm gonna kiss you again."- Seungmin says, his eyes darkening as he leans in and kisses you slowly, his tongue pushing your lips open and playing with yours. You moan into the kiss, holding onto him desperately as his hands ground you.
"Wanna move this to the bed?"- you ask and Seungmin lets out a chuckle as he stands up.
You stand up too, fully expecting him to take you to your bed but Seungmin grabs you, making you squeal in surprise as he turns you around, pressing you into the table, and pressing his semi hard cock into your ass. His hand grips your bun and he pulls your head back.
"A-ah!"- you whimper in surprise and arousal.
"What's your safeword?"- he asks and you shiver.
"Are you familiar with the traffic light system?"- you ask, your voice trembling.
"Of course."- his breath ghosts on your neck, lips brushing against your skin.
Your lips open and close a few times but no coherent words come out as he starts grinding his cock between your plush asscheeks.
"Is this what you craved all this time, hm?"- his voice is low as he whispers into your ear.
"Mm, yes."- you let out a shaky breath as you grip at the shelf before you.
"You act all innocent and sweet, hiding behind those big glasses when you're nothing but a little slut looking to have all her holes filled."- he says and you gasp as his free hand comes up to grab your breast.
Good thing you didn't wear a bra today.
Seungmin turns you around, his long fingers wrapping around your neck before he leans in to kiss you hard, dominating you as he presses his body against yours. You melt as you wrap your arms around him, you can't believe this is actually happening and neither can he.
For some reason it feels natural as he leads you to the bed. Before you can lay down he stops you as he smirks.
"Strip."- he orders and you listen immediately, getting rid of your pjs and your panties. You had no problem showing your body on camera, and now even less with Seungmin, knowing he loves it, knowing he came so many times just because of you.
There's a kind of power you feel in that moment, and you decide to put everything in his hands, let him take the reigns this time, knowing you definitely have him wrapped around your little finger.
Seungmin pushes you down and you sit on the bed where he's seen you sit many times before, but this time he can see your pretty face together with your beautiful body that he's seen so many times on the screen and craved to touch it.
You reach to take your glasses off and he stops you.
"Leave those on. You look so sexy like that."- he says and you whimper quietly, spreading your legs tentively.
Seungmin chuckles, hands gripping your plushy thighs.
"Already spreading your legs? So eager."- he smirks.
"Yeah, don't you want me to?"- you bat your eyelashes at him, your pussy on display, gushing with arousal, knowing that you're at his mercy now.
"Keep them open then."- he says, spreading you even more, until there's resistance and your inner thighs hurt but you stay spread for him.
"Anything for you, pup."- you smirk and hearing you say that nickname in real life makes his dick twitch. "Whatever you want I-"
"You talk too much."- he stops you, fingertips on your lips and you part them, allowing him to push two of his fingers in.
You whimper around his digits, your eyes rolling back as his other hand slides down to caress your breast and play with your nipple.
You start sucking on his fingers as he pushes them as deep as he can, pinching and pulling your nipple harshly. You jolt, moaning around him again as he hovers over you.
"You like being pacified like this?"- you nod weakly. "Maybe you need something bigger, hm?"
You keen as he pulls out his fingers, his hands moving to remove his belt and unbutton his pants.
The belt is placed aside, and he lets his pants fall to his ankles before he steps out and pushes them aside.
His shirt comes off next and you almost wanna grind on the bed from the neediness you feel.
Seungmin is smirking as you eye his bulge, gulping at the size of it.
"Whenever I watched your live streams, I wished I could see your face, so many times I've wanted to ask you to send me a video of you sucking on your favorite toy. I'd make you take all of it. I don't care how but you'd do it."
"I would! I swear!"- you whimper. "Please!"
"Please what?"- Seungmin grips your hair, your bun messed up now.
"Let me make your fantasy come true but even better."- you look at him with a mix of lust and cheekiness and Seungmin really wants to stuff your face full of his cock.
He finally gets rid of his boxers, his hard cock springing out, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
"I wanna be on my knees for you, puppy."- you whimper, and Seungmin's cock visibly twitches.
"Be my guest."- he smirks and you get down on your knees, wasting no time as you wrap your lips around his head, tongue lapping at the pre-cum.
Seungmin sucks in a sharp breath, his hand coming around to grip and hold onto your messy bun.
You suck eagerly and he chuckles a little.
"I think you want more."- he slowly slides more of his length in as he holds your head down and your eyes flutter as you look up at him hazily, folding your hands on your back.
Seungmin fucks your face slowly at first, pushing a little bit more in with every thrust, watching your pretty eyes stare at him through your glasses.
You take it, relaxing your throat and steadying your breathing, you've trained yourself to not gag and be a perfect slut, especially if one day you'd wanna reveal your face and suck on your toys in front of all your eager viewers.
Seungmin easily slides all his length into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, your nose buried in his pubic hair.
Your eyes roll back and so do his, you're so warm and compliant, like your mouth was made for swallowing his whole cock.
"Tap my thigh if you can't take it."- he says, a bit breathless before he grips your hair harder and starts fucking your face.
Your eyes are blurry, tears sliding down your cheeks, as Seungmin abuses your throat with his thick, long cock but you love the feeling of choking on him every time his throbbing tip hits the back of your throat.
Your pussy clenches around nothing, your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and you press them together.
Seungmin's eyes are trained on your face, you look so pretty like this, all eager and full of him, your glasses sliding down your nose, strands of your hair framing your flushed teary cheeks.
"Fuck, you're beautiful."- Seungmin's cock twitches inside you, and he's already close.
Just the image of you taking it drives him crazy and he starts fucking your face wildly, you wonder how your glasses don't fall off from the strength he's fucking you with.
"I'm close."- he whines and you moan around him, more tears spilling out.
"You're gonna take all of it. Swallow like a good slut."- he moans as he fucks into you hard.
Your eyes flutter at his words and his hips stutter before he shoots his load right into your throat and you almost choke on it. You swallow as quickly as you can, taking everything he's giving you.
"Shit."- he leans away, his cock slipping out of your mouth and you cough a little, a dopey smirk on your face as he reaches to wipe your tears away.
He helps you up and kisses you until you're breathless, tasting himself on your tongue.
Your body is pushed down on your bed and Seungmin slots himself between your thighs.
"Tell me, is your collection of toys hidden somewhere around here?"
"Oh, yeah. You wanna see? Maybe use some of them on me?"- you bite on your lip.
"Another time. Tonight I want you to only know the shape of my cock."- he smirks, dragging his already semi-hard cock on your soaking wet pussy.
"S-Seungmin!"- you whimper, your pussy pulsating with arousal and need to be filled up.
He moves back, leaving you wanting more, his hands splayed on your waist and then hips before he quickly turns you around on all fours.
You gasp a little, grabbing at your pillow and you hear the buckle of his belt jingling.
"I want your hands above your head."- he says and you obey, he ties your wrists together and your hands to the bed with his belt.
You whimper as he spreads your legs more and lands a smack on your ass.
"Wanted to feel you for so long."- he runs his tip on your wet pussy, the folds opening up and inviting him in.
"Wanted to make you mine."- he growls lowly, the tip sliding inside you, one of his hands on the back of your neck, holding your head down and the other holding onto your hip.
"Make me yours, Seungmin! I want to be only yours!"- you moan as he slowly pushes in.
"Only my slut, yeah?"
"Yes, only your slut!"- his cock slides in easily due to your wetness and eagerness, he bottoms out quickly, filling you up to the brim and making both of you groan at the feeling.
"S-so full."- you moan, pushing your hips back into him.
"Yeah, you feel full?"- Seungmin chuckles, dragging his cock out before slamming it back into you with force, making your body lunge forward.
"M-more!"- you beg and Seungmin grips both your hips, knowing you can take it hard and fast, he's seen how you fuck yourself multiple times.
His hips start moving faster, slamming into you, his cock abusing your wet hole, the squelching and slapping sounds filling up the room.
"S-spank me, please!"- you moan desperately, your fingers clutching at the belt that's digging into your skin deliciously.
Seungmin indulges you, spanking you hard with every thrust, bringing his weight down onto you as he hovers over you. Your upper body is pressed into the matress, only your ass is up as you take his cock deep inside.
His other hand tangles in your messy hair, gripping a fistful of it.
You're a crying, whining mess as he rips you apart, his cock is unforgiving inside you, better than any plastic toy you have.
"Fuck, you take my cock so well. You're nothing but a little slut. Wouldn't you like it if I turned the camera on now, let everyone watch you get fucked?"
"Mm yes, yes!"- your mind is mushy and you're close, feeling like you're going to explode.
"Cum for me slut. Only for me."- Seungmin growls as he spanks you hard, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.
"Ah yes! Seungmin!"- you whine loudly, exploding around his length, and he pulls out quickly cumming on your ass as you squirt.
The feeling of his hot cum on your skin makes you whimper as you grip at the belt harder.
The only thing that can be heard for a few moments is both of you breathing heavily before you hear Seungmin standing up and leaving to your bathroom.
You lay with your eyes closed, trying to come back down from the high and he comes back with a warm wet cloth, gently cleaning you up.
"How long are you keeping me tied up?"- you smile cheekily and Seungmin chuckles, your hair is a mess, your glasses lopsided and your cheeks tear stained. You look absolutely adorable to him and he falls into you even more.
"Just a few more moments."- he teases, wiggling his eyebrows, but he reaches for the belt, untying it and freeing your hands.
Your wrists are red and Seungmin gasps a little as you turn around, he gently takes your hands in his and brings them to his lips.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you."- he says.
"No, it's fine. I can take it."- you bite on your lip as he leaves little kisses all over your heated skin.
"I wanted to ask you out on a date but um... I guess we fast-forwarded a little."- Seungmin chuckles as you slowly sit up.
"I'd love to go on a date."- you smile, your hand inching closer to his, your fingers tangling together.
"Could end up a double date with Felix and Hyunjin though."- you add, giggling behind your palm.
"I thought I picked up on that but I wasn't sure."- he shakes his head.
"We'll see tomorrow."- you shrug.
"When's your roommate coming back?"- Seungmin asks, suddenly seeming timid.
"Oh, not in a few days probably. You can stay the night if that's what you're asking."- you smirk and pull him down, grabbing your blanket and throwing it haphazardly around the two of you.
Your legs tangle together and you look at each other, hands gently roaming everywhere.
"Do you mind me stripping and doing all that stuff in front of the camera?"- you ask and Seungmin chuckles.
"No, as long as I'm the only one who gets you in real life."- he kisses your forehead and your heart flutters.
"I like the sound of that."- you smile and settle into the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around you.
Sleep comes easy to the both of you.
-
The next day as you approach the cafeteria, the two of you see Hyunjin and Felix walking towards you, holding onto each other's pinky fingers.
"Look at that."- you laugh as you near them.
Felix quickly rips his hand away from Hyunjin when he notices both of you walking towards them.
"Hey, why are you ashamed of me! I'm like the hottest guy on campus!"- Hyunjin flails his arms dramatically.
"See, it's that attitude."- Felix comments and both of you laugh.
"And here I thought you liked my cockiness."- Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Felix, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"This is what I put up with."- he shakes his head at the taller boy.
"Is there something the two of you would like to share with us?"- you smirk.
"Only if the two of you also have something to share."- Hyunjin smirks back.
"How about we share a double date on Friday?"- Seungmin asks, winking at you.
"Finally! A foursome!"- Hyunjin exclaims and Felix smacks his arm.
"No more foursomes for you."- he hisses and everyone laughs.
"Alright, alright. You can keep me all to yourself."- Hyunjin wiggles his eyebrows and Felix smiles shyly, his cheeks rosy.
You and Seungmin intertwine your fingers, your palms pressing together as you smile at each other.
Maybe it was meant to be like this from the beginning.
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Thomas Hewitt being obsessed with his chubby S/O đ
Hey guys itâs me, today was a really productive day and to add to that I wrote this, Iâm feeling hella good right now, I sincerely hope yâall enjoy, Iâm dipping my feet back into slasherfics <3
Word count: 750
CW: đSMUT!! MDNI!!đ Thomas Hewitt being a sweetpea, body worship, obsession over you. AFAB reader, but no pronouns are used!
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Thomas is obsessed with you, and that much is clear. From the day he met you, to the day he wedded you, and even today, heâs still obsessed; much more so now than he was before. He loved the way you looked, how soft you felt. He absolutely adored your soft chubby body, the way it felt in his hands when he held you in his arms. Soft touches from your hands when they come to rub his arms up and down to soothe him when heâs upset always elicit goosebumps every time, how you manage to touch him and calm him down within an instance.
He loves to touch you, he loves when you touch him. The feeling of your skin against his rough calloused palms, it mesmerizes him how soft you are. His favorite thing to do is approaching you from behind while you work on dishes or cooking, his hand skimming your arms, caressing your bare skin, before his hands would move to rest on your stomach, his hands gently kneading at your soft belly, feeling the doughiness in his hands, before he gently moves to gently rub at your hips, just enjoying you. Just holding you like that, you letting him have that simple comfort, it means the world to him, more than you would ever know.
His obsession transfers to your sex life. He worships every part of you, his hands gently caressing your body as you lay on your shared bed, completely bare to him. Heâll start with your breasts, his eyes glazing over the beautiful skin adorned with small stretch marks and gently feeling how soft and squishy they are. Heâd gently massage and squeeze them, his thumbs moving delicately over your nipples until they pebble under his thumbs, listening to your soft breathy moans as he gently toys with your sensitive buds.
He would then move down, his eyes meeting yours as he would feel your pudgy stomach, his hands ever so gently caressing the soft skin, tracing your beautiful stretch marks, before he would lean down and leave soft kisses along them, showing his love and appreciation for each and everyone of them. Every stretch mark your body adorns he shows his love too with his kisses, his lips are chapped until they moisten with each sloppy kiss he leaves behind.
He then moves to your plush thighs, gently squeezing them and pressing his face against, closing his eyes as his lashes tickle your skin. Oh how he adores these beautiful thighs, he loves when they wrap around his head and squeezes it whenever he goes down on you. He always starts with your inner thighs, leaving gentle delicate kisses, occasionally nipping your skin to earn a soft gasp from you. Marking was never his thing, but something about your thighs makes him want to decorate him with his little love marks. He trails from your inner thighs to your pretty pussy, gently licking flat upon it, sucking your clit, doing everything to make you cum on his tongue within minutes.
Then the next moment, he has your legs thrown over his shoulder as he gently takes you. His thick cock slowly pressing in and stretching you out in a way you remember. The stretch burns but in a way you adore, pleasure coursing through you as he slowly thrusts his hips into yours, never daring to go any faster or harder unless you ask rather nicely. His pace is usually a sweet, slow and sensual lovemaking, he knows how big he is, he wouldnât ever want to hurt you, ever, so he takes his time, working you up and helping you reach your peak and riding through your blissful orgasm. His pace speeds up only a fraction as he would chase his own high before spilling his seed deep inside you, a low groan leaving him as his own lips, eyes fluttering, his head tilted back as he pants out.
After your little lovemaking session, he particularly likes to cockwarm inside you. He enjoys your warmth and the feeling of being as close as possible, spooning you in his arms as you kiss him softly across his face and caress his worn out body, a soft groan emitting from his lips as he relaxes under your touch. God, did he feel truly blessed, and he thanks whatever god is out there to give him his precious darling that he can forever hold, love and cherish til the day he dies.
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Pucking Rookie VI
Read Pucking Rookie here | ~8.5k words
From me: last part for now đ thank you for all the support on this đ
Warnings: violence Kael, some injuries, anger, some fluff and reassurance.
Summary: She is trying her hardest to keep Harry out; but would it be that bad to let him in?
Has Harry mentioned how much he hates Kael Crowe?
Harry had his hands in his pockets while they skated alongside each other. With gloves on her hands, she held them out slightly at her sides for balance. From someone looking at her, she probably still looked like a toddler when she skated. But she didnât need Harry to skate backward in front of her anymore, which was a win in her book.
The chill in the air made her nose red and she looked so cute. She was all bundled, nice and warm. Harry wanted to find mistletoe even though it was well past Christmas. Granted, he would have done just about anything to kiss her. She bit her lip when she concentrated, especially while skating. The same expression when she focused on the eye piece of her camera making sure the picture would turn out perfectly. Harry swore his smile was going to split his face in half just looking at her.
Unlike her, Harry looked so at ease. She loved seeing him on his used skates, the ones that he clearly had for years and werenât for the show of his games and because of his sponsors. He looked so tranquil and happy. The ice was his happy place. It almost seemed more natural for him to be on skates than it did on solid ground.
Also unlike Harry, she was not smiling. Especially not smiling like the joy was going to burst out of him like a princess singing a song.
âYâlook more comfortable on yâskates.â
âMm,â she shrugged. âItâs getting easier.â
Harry noted that she had seemed a bit more introverted the last couple of daysâa little more withdrawn. Something was clearly bothering her, and he couldnât quite place it himself. Callie flirting with her didnât even faze her (although it certainly fazed Harry). When she directed the guys to pose, her smile didnât reach her eyes. She didnât joke about Asherâs good side (or lack thereof, in Harryâs opinionâespecially when Asher insisted that she tell him he had a good side). At The Locker Room she didnât laugh as much, and she didnât invite Harry inside when he made sure she got home safely. âRookie, is something wrong?â
âNo.â
But she answered way too quickly. Immediately, Harry did an about face, turned to skate in front of her, gliding backwards so effortlessly. One eyebrow quirked up in question. âTalk tâme, Rookie,â he encouraged.
She took a deep breath. âWeâre going to play The Wolves,â she reminded him. Harry had seen the schedule; he knew the game was coming up.
What did that have to do with anything? âYeah,â he nodded. âSo?â
She stopped skating, executing her little stop perfectly. Harry was so proud of her abilities and how much better she had gotten with practice over the last couple of months. Still, she looked upset. She rolled her lips into her mouth as she worked through whatever was going through her brain. âI donât want you to get into it with Kael.â
Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. âIs that what youâre worried âbout? Why youâve been so quiet the last few days?â She shrugged and looked away from his face. âRookie, do yâthink distancing yourself from me for a couple of shitty days is going tâmake me less likely tâfight that sorry excuse for a man?â She glanced at him briefly, her cheeks turning pink under his assumption. His very correct assumption. âBunny,â he frowned.
She sighed heavily. âItâs just... youâll get in trouble, and I donât want that, and I donât want you to get hurt. I can barely handle it when you get checked into the boards. Iâm always worried you have a concussion,â she grumbled.
Harry felt a tug in his chest over her sweet words. âYou like me, Rookie," he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
She glared at him. âShut up, I do not.â
âYou care about me.â
âI care about you the same way I care about Niall or..." he was praying she wouldn't say it. But she was feisty--one of Harry's favoirte things about her; so of course she was going to say it. "...Kian.â
He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at her. The flirtatious smile left his mouth. âSânot the same way yâcare âbout Callie, Rookie. Not even a little.â
âYouâre so ridiculous about Kian, Harry.â
âStop calling him that. And quit distracting me,â he grumbled. Taking a deep breath he shook his head of thoughts regarding his least favorite teammate (which was a real shame because other than Niall, Harry loved Callie). Sighing, he smirked again as he watched her avoid his eyes. âYou like me, Bunny.â
Her cheeks turned pink. âOf course I like you Harry,â she rolled her eyes as she mumbled the sentiment.
âYeah, but you like-like me.â
âAre you six?â
He ignored her fake insult and leaned in to peck her cheek. âI like-like you too,â he whispered in her ear.
She shoved him gently, but her cheeks remained flushed with color. âYouâre insane.â
He took her hand and tugged her toward him to continue skating. âI donât care âbout Crowe,â he said quietly. âI donât want yâworrying âbout me over him. The last time we saw him... hopefully that got the message across,â he squeezed her hand. It was nice to pull her along now that she could skate better. He liked holding her hand. Touching her in general was one of his favorite past times. âMâworried âbout you seeing him again.â
âWell, Iâm going to wear my number eleven jersey,â she smiled brightly at the thought. Harry thought he had won MVP, the championship game, all rolled into one. âSo maybe youâre right. Maybe heâll get the message.â
The face-splitting grin was back. âYeah?â He spun again so he was in front of her, this time he pulled her flush against him. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss her. âDidnât think yâwould be one tâmake someone intentionally jealous.â
She shrugged. âIf you donât want to be part of my plan, I could always wear Niallâs jersey, or Langâs, or even Calââ
âDo not finish that thought, Rookie,â he growled and pressed her face into his body where she laughed silently against him, shaking as she giggled. âYouâre mine.â
*
The arena where The Glacier Wolves played truly felt like enemy territory. There was something palpable in the air; you could practically taste the venom coming from both teams. The last time they played, the whole team was pissed at Kael. She tried to keep her distance, but she felt the stares of the guys coming from every angle. Harryâs name and number were all over her body. She kept to herself staying by the media and press at the other end of the rink so that she wouldnât distract the team.
âIs she good?â Charlie asked Harry.
Harry glanced toward the other end, finding her immediately in black and silver. âThink so,â he shrugged hoping it wouldn't be too obvious he was in love with his coach's niece.
âStyles,â Charlieâs voice was deeper somehow, filled with intensity. Harry looked at his coach. Instantly he swallowed nervously, seeing the seriousness on his face that clearly had nothing to do with hockey.
âCoach?â
âYouâre going to take care of her?â
âWith my life, sir,â Harry vowed.
Charlie ran a hand over his face and then through his hair as he pushed it back. Harry could see the anxiety all over his face. âYou hurt one hair on her head, Iâll bench you for the rest of your career.â
Harry smirked and nodded. That wouldn't be a problem. Harry would welcome it. Plus, he appreciated the approval. âThat seems fair tâme.â
âIf you hit Crowe a little too hard today, Iâll look the other way. Or chip in on the fine.â
Harry smiled brightly. âYou got it, Coach.â
*
Kael found Harry on the ice almost as soon as the game started. Both started essentially in the same position as the puck was dropped between Asher and Kaelâs teammate. It was the matchup of the league. Every news outlet was talking about it leading up to the game. Two of the biggest names in hockey. Old rivals playing against one another just like old times. The shit-talking that ensued made him crazy but he tried to keep his cool for her.
Each time he was checked into the boards, he remembered her sweet face saying she worried about him. Harry didnât want a single penalty (well, that wasnât true. He wanted to knock every single one of Croweâs teeth out). Instead, he caught a glimpse of her at the glass the camera lens pressed through the cutout for the media. His jersey with his name and number all over her.
He wasnât going to fight Crowe.
Fortunately, Harryâs team was having a hell of a time doing it on his behalf. Collectively there had been almost one full period worth of penalties. Callie cheered from the penalty box when Asher laid Crowe into the boards. Their level-headed captain even got sent to the box for two minutes with a smile on his face. Niall didnât let a single one of Croweâs shots get past him. And maybe Niall tripped him up when he got too close to the net.
As such, the Chargers played short-handed almost the entire second period, yet they were still winning at the second intermission.
It didnât stop Crowe from his onslaught of shit-talking despite being down. He told Harry how terrible he was, how shitty his stick handling was, and that he kept missing obvious shots. All his comments seemed to be a projection of how terrible he was playing and perhaps it was because the pretty photographer wearing Harryâs jersey added it to the mind games in Kael's head.
Maybe Harry would have to rethink the whole jealousy ploy she had going on. It was a nice touch (especially when he wasnât subject to the feeling).
Harry smirked as he stood across from Crowe while they dropped the puck. Almost immediately Crowe slashed at him. Earning zero penalties and no looks from the ref. Harry growled but remained calm. He was only keeping calm for her and only her. Otherwise, he would have added himself to the penalty box. It would mean more to Crowe than it did to Harry if he lashed out about the pretty photographer.
There was only a minute left in the game and Croweâs team was down by two, so it was sure as hell a win in the Chargers book. But Harry wasnât celebrating until the piece of shit was off the ice.
With no one in the Wolvesâ net, Harry stole the puck away from Kael and slapped it directly into the back of the net. He grinned brightly as his team cheered and tackled him, pressing him into the glass right near the pretty girl who had the camera pressed to her face. He winked at her amidst the madness and Harry couldnât help but notice how big her smileânot even the camera obstructed how joyful she looked.
As the buzzer signaled the end of the game, Harry and his team skated for their bench. They were happy to win, but they were all thrilled to get off the enemyâs ice.
âEnjoy my sloppy seconds Styles.â
Harry could take the comments about his effort, his ability, his looks, anything.
But he would not, under any circumstance, take criticism about the lovely girl at the other end of the ice.
Harry skated right in front of Crowe standing almost the same height as him, marveling happily at how he was a couple inches taller than his opponent. âWhat the fuck did you say, Crowe?â
âHarry!â Niall shouted skating back onto the ice almost instantly. Camera flashes from every angle ensued.
âStyles!â Ray shouted from nearby.
âItâs not just talent and ability you want from me, you have to take my girl?â
âSheâs not yours, you piece of shit,â Harry was gripping his stick tight, talking through gritted teeth.
âHarry!â She screamedâher voice was far away but Harry could pick it out of a sea of people.
âYou couldnât find your own girl, had to take mine. Donât worry, I stretched her out for you. Sheâs a good layââ Harry dropped his stick and gloves with a quiet thunk on the ice. By then his teammates made it to him, Callie and Asher lunged for him holding him back.
âCrowe, walk the fuck away!â Asher snapped. Harry pushed against him as he got in the fray; he could only imagine what the announcers were saying as they watched two of the top players in the league get dangerously close to fighting after the game had ended.
âCharlie!â She shouted, her voice was closer but not close enough.
âHarry donât do it,â Callie begged. âWalk away," he tried to plead calmly. "Go get her and you can take herââ
âThatâs right listen to every one of your teammates and that naggy bitcââ
Right as he clenched his hands into fists, he felt her soft, delicate fingers wrapping around his hands. She was on the ice. Unsteady and standing in front of him in just her boots. âHey, look at me,â she begged her eyes a bit wild.
âBunnyââ He started his teeth clenched together. "Get out--"
âCute, well you got one thing right, Styles. Sheâs a dumb little puck bunny.â
She shoved Harry as much as she could while he tried to get away from her gentle touch. âSweetheart,â Asher warned.
Crowe laughed. âYou sleeping with the whole team, baby? One whole team to replace me?â
She spun on her heel, nearly sliding to the ground, but Harry caught her by the elbow because he was certain his first priority would always be to take care of her no matter what. âYour problem is with me, Kael,â she snapped. âSo, if youâre going to pick fights, pick it with the person you have an actual problem with, you coward.â
âIâm not the one calling you a puck bunny, baby. They are. You must like it if they all call you one,â he teased with a shrug. He knew she didnât. She said it all the time while they dated. âThatâs what you get for riding dick like itâs your job, Bunny,â his tone was antagonizing. Who was he trying to get a rise out of? Was it Harry? It couldnât have been. Harry was already pissed. Was it her? Maybe. She already hated him.
âGet off the fucking ice!â Charlie shouted.
No one moved. Except Harry who was dying to get his hands on Kael.
Kael took his helmet off and looked at her. âYouâre nothing but a groupie, baby. When Harryâs done with you, youâll come crawling back. You have nothing.â
She was shaking, perhaps as badly as the rest of the team was. She wanted to smack him across his stupid fucking face, but she was trying to remain composed with so many cameras on her. This was already going to be a PR nightmare, and it was all her fault. Although she was sure none of the guys would care, it bothered her. Just another reason to add to how she fucked with the teamâs energy and made everything different since her arrival.
âKael, just stop. Leave me alone,â she hissed.
âOr what, baby?â He taunted. âYour group of fuck buddies will go after me?â
âWatch it,â Harry snarled still straining against Callie and Asher.
âLetâs go,â she whispered, pushing her hands into Harry's chest behind her. He slid backwards a little to create more space between them. âThis isnât worth it,â she said loud enough for Kael to hear.
However, he wasn't accepting their escape. Their way to take the higher ground. But before she could get away, Kael grabbed her arm, hard.
Time seemed to stop for a moment. Truly, suspended in disbelief as she gasped. "Ow, Kael!â She yelped.
âOh, fuck no,â Harry growled lowly.
âShit,â Callie grabbed at Harry harder and yanked him back before he could kill Crowe on a live broadcast.
Niall and Lang stepped forward as Asher helped Callie hold Harry back. âLet go of her fucking wrist, Crowe,â Niall said putting a hand on her back.
âYou have two seconds to let go of her,â Lang added at the same time.
âLet fucking go of me,â Harry thrashed against his teammates.
She bent awkwardly trying to get her arm back, gasping at the pressure he pitted against her so effortlessly. âHEY!â It was Ray who shouted. âThatâs enough! Crowe, let go of my niece or Iâll kill you!â
But Charlie was already on the move, next to Crowe in the blink of an eye. He was shorter than the bulky, built hockey player on skates by a head or maybe even two. Without hesitation he reached for Kaelâs neck as if he were the same height and pressed on the space between his neck and clavicle. Within seconds, Kael was gasping, he dropped her arm instantly.
There wasnât a break in his movements, everything fluid like he was skating on the ice as Charlie shoved his niece backwards making her lose her balance, but Harry caught her just before she hit the ground. âEveryone off the fucking ice!â Coach yelled.
Harry had never been so relieved to have her in his embrace as he skated off the ice, pushing her forward quickly even though he wanted to kill Kael.
âAre you alright, Sweetheart?â Callie asked.
âShut the fuck up, Callie,â Harry snarled.
âHarry,â she whispered.
âJesus, Styles, I just wantedââ
âShut. Up. Â Donât ever get in my way like that Calloway, not when sheâsââ
âHarry,â she repeated stronger as she nearly had to race to catch up to them on their long legsâeven with skates. She grabbed his hand, still balled into a shaking fist. She gave it a gentle squeeze. âKian isnât the bad guy here,â she reminded him. Harry glared at his teammate, shoulders heaving with each angry breath. After a moment he nodded, his jaw flexing tautly as he did.
âSorry, Callie,â she whispered, squeezing his arm which made Harry huff out a breath and look away. He strongly considered snapping his stick in half. Again.
âItâs okay, Sweetheart. We all get a little crazy about you,â he smirked. âHarry,â he nodded and headed into the locker room. She turned to Harry to remind him that his teammates werenât the problem, ever.
âAre you alright?â Charlie asked, catching up as they stopped in front of the locker room.
Harry stared at her unsurely waiting for her answer with bated breath. She nodded, putting on a brave face. âYes.â
âYouâre sure?â Harry asked, taking a heaving breath. His hands were still shaking at his sides.
She nodded. âIâm fine,â because she was. There might be a bruise on her arm from the grip he had, but she wasnât in pain anymore. He didnât break anything (which was a horrifying thought) but it wasnât any less true. âPlease go change, I want to get out of here,â she urged. Harryâs eyes flicked to Charlie before he went into the locker room after his teammates. She twisted her wrist once he was out of sight. Charlie narrowed his eyes at the movement.
âAre youââ
Quickly with an awful realization, she touched her neck. âOh fuck, I left my camera,â she grumbled rubbing her hand over her face.
Charlie was staring at her just as unsurely. âIâll have someone go get it.â
âNo, itâs fine,â she shook her head. âI need the walk, the air,â she sighed.
âI have a press conference. I can skip it. Are you sure youâre alright?â
âPositive. Iâm sorry I caused all this,â she frowned. âI really feel like you didnât ask for any of this with the team.â
âHey Sweetheart?â He put a hand on her shoulder. âI always hated Crowe,â he smiled. âYou were way too good for him. If the whole team got in trouble for hurting him, well, that would be worth it in my book. If he ever touches you again, I think the whole team will kill him.â
âWell, we have a whole season to prepare for that,â she smirked sadly. âThank you, Uncle Charlie.â
âAnything for you Sweetheart. Go take a few breaths,â he squeezed her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple. âWish you slapped him; you earned it,â he winked over his shoulder as he headed for the media room.
She smiled and took several deep breaths calming herself as much as she could as she walked back down the tunnel to the rink. She had been in the very arena hundreds of times. It never felt like home. Not the way The Arctic Chargers arena felt. In a shorter amount of time at that. The idea that she had ever thought she could live her life in this arena feeling like she was less was crazy. Especially when Harry and the entire team made her feel so important.
She said hello and waved to people she recognized from her days spent watching Kael. Her new media friends said hello as well. She waved to the man driving the Zamboni and snagged her camera off the visiting bench that she dropped there when she saw Kael antagonizing Harry from across the rink. She couldnât believe she nearly lost it in all the commotion; but she supposed for Harry, it was worth it. It could have been a lot worse.
Following Charlieâs advice, she continued breathing deeply. Hoping to calm herself from the inside out. She was glad she didnât hit Kael. As much as she wanted to. With her luck, he would have pressed charges or something. It would have played right into his act.
Hopefully everyone saw the way he grabbed her wrist.
For several seconds, she sat on the bench, her head between her knees breathing and collecting herself. Harry looked murderous. She hoped he showered and felt better. She would have to thank Callie and Asher again for holding him back before he did something terrible.
Sighing, she stood, headed for the locker room once more. Relieved there would once more be a whole year between now and the next game she would have to see Kael next season. She was going to forget about any of her stuff at their old apartment. He could have it. It didnât matter. As long as she had her camera, she could make everything else work. She looked at the screen to continue calming herself. As soon as the boys were ready, they would head to the hotel and get some sleep before a red eye flight home. Her hotel room bed sounded like heaven (even if it was going to be missing a number eleven in her blankets).
She was so ready for this day to be over.
Right as she exited the tunnel and headed down the hall toward the locker room, she was shoved against the wall, hard. She didnât know how the guys got checked into the boards all the time. Even with padding on that had to have hurtâand multiple times? Forget it. She felt an ache all over her back. The air in her lungs was displaced and she moaned as she tried to breathe through it. It felt like her body was one giant bruise in a matter of seconds.
Kael held her in place. His eyes dark and his face expressionless. âYouâre a lot more vulnerable without a hockey team behind you.â
She gaped, as he easily yanked her camera from her grip and dropped it to the ground. Her eyes watered at the sound of all the mechanical pieces cracking. She whimpered. âKael,â she gasped as the air slowly returned. âLet me go.â
âYou were good for my image, baby,â he crooned. âDidnât you like living the luxurious lifestyle?â He skimmed the back of his finger along her cheek. Other than a helmet and gloves, he was still in all his gear, skates, and pads, so he towered imposingly over her. She whimpered again. âYou have no power here,â he reminded her pinning her in place by pressing close to her. If anyone walked by, they would think it was just a heated form of foreplay. His legs caged her in. His body holding her in place.
His hand closed around her throat.
âStop,â she begged squirming to get away from him.
âYouâre pathetic. You think just because your uncle is a coach and your new boyfriend is a sorry excuse of a look-a-like for me that you can do whatever you want,â his voice was low, threatening. If it wasnât immediately following a game maybe someone would have seen the interaction. But instead, the players were in the locker room, coaches in the media room, other workers in the arena. It was just the pair of them. âYouâre nothing, baby. Youâve got nothing.â
He was good. Waiting until she was most vulnerable. Even if she was lucky enough for someone to come by, she was certain he made it so he didnât look like he was harming her or speaking terrible things to her.
But she was right there. Hearing every menacing word. Every word meant to cut her deeper than any physical harm he could cause her. âYouâre nothing but a groupie, baby. Youâll always be a dumb puck bunny.â
âPlease,â she croaked, gasping for breath. Her squirming wasnât enough, he was too strong, and Lord knew how long until the boys would come out of the locker room and Charlie out of the press conference. No one was coming to her rescue.
She clawed at his arms, but the pads protected him. Everything was protected which seemed like a metaphor she couldnât quite put together right now.
Everything except the hand on her throat.
She bent her head at an awkward angle allowing air to flow just enough. Thrashing against his hold hoping he would slip just a bit. He didnât notice she was trying to reach for his hand. He must have assumed she was trying to escape. It didnât have to be a lot she just needed something to give.
When it did finally give, she wasted no time. His hand moved just enough so that she could bend her neck completely. Once she could, she bit down as hard as she could on his finger.
She bit so hard that she tasted blood.
âWhat the fuck!â He growled yanking away instinctively. She didnât waste a second and bolted. He was on skates, and she was in her boots so for once in an ice arena she had the speed advantage, and she wasnât going to lose that.
Without really noticing where her feet carried her, the locker room burst open before her. She couldnât even see because her eyes were blurred over with tears. She choked out a sob as the door shut behind her.
âBunny?â Harry sounded concerned, curious, and confused all in one little word that she hated so much (especially right now) but loved when Harry said it.
âOh hell,â Asher whispered. It was quiet then, no one moving, or speaking.
âHarry?â She cried, unable to see as she wiped uselessly at her face to rid herself of the tears and she pressed her other hand to the top of her chest trying to stop her heart from flying out of her ribcage and soothe the ache and burn of knowing his hand was on her neck. The other hand went to her mouth. Her face tilted down, and her hair fell in front of her face.
If the team was naked, she wouldnât even know. Her vision wasnât clear enough to see an inch in front of her.
âBunny?â He repeated, his voice closer, his hands gently caressing her face. A massive juxtaposition to how Kael held her moments before. âKitten,â he turned her neck ever so gently inspecting every inch of her face. âWhat happened?â
âH-he broke m-my camera,â she sniffled and swiped at her eyes. With a little more clarity, she could see Harry was half undressed, just his practice jersey and compression pants on him. He was sweaty and never looked hotter and she was a goddamn wreck.
âIâll kill him,â but it was Niall who growled out the sentiment. Before another word could be uttered, she heard the locker-room door open.
âOh fuck,â Lang was quick to follow.
âBunny,â Harry crouched slightly to meet her gaze. âKitten, what happened?â He repeated. She shook her head, her cries catching in her throat again. She buried her face into his chest and sobbed. Harry cupped the back of her head, curling around her protectively the way he always seemed to when she cried. âFuck, Bunny,â he frowned. His lips found her ear. âDid he touch you?â He asked.
She nodded. The rest of the team must have already anticipated what she was upset over, because it was even quieter than when she entered. She felt Harry start shaking again. It started from the center of his body outward. She imagined his toes were shaking. Fully vibrating with anger. âIâm gonna kill him,â Harryâs voice was so low and so terrifying she shivered.
âPlease donât leave me,â she sniffled.
He groaned and tightened his grip on her. âYâkilling me, Rookie,â he mumbled.
âI just want to go home, please,â she begged her voice breaking.
His heart broke. âWeâre heading to the hotel soon, and Iâll drive yâhome when we land, Bunny, I promise,â he assured her. The thought of leaving her alone was repulsive. Almost as much as this whole moment with Kael.
âNo... take me home with you,â she whispered.
Well, if there was one way to keep him sane, he supposed that would be it. âTake you home?â He repeated. âMy home?â
She nodded. âPlease, I donât want to be away from you.â
Make that, two ways to keep him sane.
*
She refused to say what he did specifically. He didnât do anything but hold her in the hotel bed until the team left in the middle of the night for their red eye flight. He sat next to her on the bus and the plane, carrying her stuff and wincing every time she sniffled. He combed his fingers through her hair, refusing to let go of her for anything other than the bathroom. He made sure she drank enough water and had medicine for all the aches she endured.
Charlie was fuming in his seat. Between what happened and her lack of response about what happened, he may have sent Harry several messages regarding how he would enjoy going to jail if Harry hurt her. He ignored those messages for the time being. But he did pay attention to the one where Charlie said he was looking into getting the security footage pulled before Kael could swipe it from the arena.
The team had no problem messaging Kael. The coward left before anyone could find him. Niall found her camera shattered to bits on the floor. Callie pulled the memory card from the wreck but there wasnât anything that could be done to save the equipment.
Except of course, Harry ordered her a new, top-of-the-line camera while she showered in his bathroom.
After what felt like hours but was only maybe half at most, she finally exited the bathroom. Harry turned from lying on his bed to sitting on the edge watching her immediately. Her eyes were red-rimmed, hair damp. She looked adorable even when she was sad, and it was so unfair. She was wearing a T-shirt Harry pulled from one of his drawers. It had the Chargers logo across the front, and he wished more than anything it had his name on the back.
âDid that help?â He asked.
She nodded but held the towel out to him. âI donât know where to put this,â she avoided his gaze which had to be next to impossible because Harry couldnât tear his away from her. He took the towel and tossed it toward the corner of the room where his hamper lived, although he hadnât done laundry in a week, and so the towel fell off the side to the pile beside it.
âBunny,â he murmured. âLook at me please,â he whispered.
She shook her head, her eyes welling with tears. âIâm so embarrassed, Iâll cry again.â
âYâhave nothing tâbe embarrassed âbout, Rookie, love,â his voice was gentle, he reached for her hip and pulled her toward him, opening his legs so she fit between his thighs. âWhat did he do?â He asked, keeping one hand on her hip and the other traveled up her arm, cupped the side of her neck and slid along to her face.
âYouâll get mad,â she whispered.
âMâalready mad, kitten,â he reminded her.
âWhat is with you and the animal names?â Her voice was soft.
âYouâre an adorable creature, Bunny, I donât have a choice,â he smirked, spoke just as quietly as she did, but not falling for her dodging what he wanted to know. âDonât distract me,â he brushed his fingertips softly along the outline of her face.
âYouâll be mad at me.â
âNever, Rookie. Mânever mad at you,â he hoped he sounded as reassuring as he wanted to be. It was true. He was never mad at her.
âI bit his finger,â she mumbled. âReally hard.â
Harry tilted his head. âYou what?â
âHe...â she swallowed and pressed her face into the space of his shoulder and neck hiding. âHe was choking me,â her voice was so quiet Harry had to strain to hear it. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the anger to stay at bay so she wouldnât be scared. âAnd I couldnât move and... and I just needed the right angle, so I bit his finger. Really hard. I tasted blood,â she explained.
Harry chuckled despite everything. âGood girl,â he pulled her to him and squeezed her tight. âAnd yâcame tâme?â he mumbled thoughtfully cupping her face watching her eyes. He brushed his thumb along her cheek. It was selfish of him to ask when she was hurt. But he couldn't help it. She was his whole world whether she knew it or not and he needed to know.
âI didnât want anyone else,â her skin turned the slightest pink. âIs that okay?â
Harryâs heart softened. âYeah, Bunny. Sâreally okay,â he assured her, then he pulled her back against his shoulder, tucking her into his embrace. âThe guys couldnât find him... the coward,â he snipped.
Harry felt a smile on her lips warm his skin. He grinned half-heartedly and swayed her gently. âFor the best,â she admitted. âI like your room,â she whispered glancing around. âMaybe I will take it.â
âSâfine with me,â he shrugged.
She stared at him pointedly. âI donât want to live here for free.â
âOh, come on, Rookie I have a hundred rooms with nothing in them.â
âI wonât live here for free.â
âFine, but youâre not paying rent-prices. Yâcan buy groceries or pay the electric bill. Or maybe the Internet bill. But not all three.â
She laughed and shook her head. âYouâre insane.â
âAnd youâre keeping the car.â
âCertifiable.â
*
âHarry, are you awake?â She whispered.
âMmm,â he hummed sleepily. Her soft voice in his bed was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. It was the first time they slept in his bed. Harry was a lot of things, and it was evident that possessive was a major one. He loved sleeping in her tiny bed when there was no room, so she always ended up burrowing into his side. Still, there something about having her in his room, his bed, wrapped in his blankets that made the Neanderthalic part of his mind undeniably happy. He kept space between them, as he always tried to maintain when they shared a bed. But he felt a compulsion to hold her hand between them as he stared at the ceiling unable to sleep thinking about how much he hated someone who hurt the pretty woman beside him.
âThank you,â she whispered.
âBunny,â he whispered quietly shaking his head. âYânever have tâthank me. Not for that.â
âI do though,â she sounded like she was nodding. âI donât know why you like me so much. Like... from the start... and still. Iâve been nothing but trouble.â
He shrugged one shoulder. âI donât think sâtrue. And does that matter from the start?â
âI donât know... it never really happened to me before...â she trailed off. âKael and I were just around each other for a whileâgot to know each other and it made sense. Then we were together for a really long time... I never had someone just like me for me, right away without knowing anything else about me. I guess Iâm just worried that if... if you do like meâand I do believe you when you say you doâit will change because it changed for him. Iâm not that special, you know? Iâm not a celebrity. I just take pictures andââ
Harry sighed, if he was visible in the night, she would see him rolling his eyes at the ceiling and shaking his head. âYâknow I had a bunch of contacts for women for all the different cities we visit, right?â He interrupted. It wasnât the best segue in conversation, and it probably wasnât a nice thing to hear when he was trying to convince her he liked her infinitely more than he ever liked anybody. Especially after the day she had.
There was a slight pause. If she said something like that to Harry, he would be jealous for days and would probably have to break another hockey stick. So, he was well aware he needed to give her a second to think through her emotions. âYeah...?â Her voice was quiet again. Unsure.
He reached beside him for his phone on his nightstand. He unlocked it, turned the brightness down, blinking awkwardly against it so he wouldnât hurt her eyes as well. He opened his messages and handed it to her.
There were a good number of unsaved numbers listed in the threads. Many had the same start of each message previewed before clicking on it. I am deleting your number because Iâve metâ
âHarry,â she said softly.
âOpen one,â he offered.
She shook her head. âHarry, you didnât do anythingâI donât want to go throughââ
He reached over and tapped on one of the messages.
âa really lovely girl and I want to take it seriously. I wonât be contacting you anymore... You were a great person to know. I wish you all the best. Xx Harry
âHarry,â she whispered breathlessly.
Only some had answered. From what she could see, most who had responded thought it was sweet; they understood where he was coming from, it was kind of him to reach out and not leave them hanging. Some were less happy for him but since they all knew what they signed up for, none appeared to be outright angry or derisive. Harry took his phone back and opened his contacts. If the unsaved numbers were to be believed, he should have had plenty more contacts listed. Instead, it was just teammates, coaches, his family.
And hers. Rookie đ·đ
She bit her lip.
âI think âve been waiting for you, Rookie, love. I never wanted someone more,â he put his phone back. âMânot kidding. Iâll wait forever,â he promised. She felt her face crumple in half. Emotional over and in complete disbelief that someone so kind and sweet was willing to wait for her when he could truly have anyone he wanted. Someone way more talented and beautiful than her. "Go t'sleep, Bunny," he whispered softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. "We can talk 'bout it tomorrow."
*
Harry made sure she had everything she needed for the day; he snuck into her phone to turn her alarm off. He put a note on the bedside table. No work today. Enjoy playing hooky, Bunny. But please stay so I can see you when I come home. She wished she had her camera so she could take a picture of the note, but her phone would suffice for now. She dreaded the thought of purchasing a new camera. But she needed to deal with one thing at a time. First of which meant breakfast and coffee. She headed to the kitchen after using the bathroom.
The doorbell rang at the exact same time. She peered through the window and saw a man in a black shirt with a green apron. She tilted her head. âRookie?â He asked tentatively.
âUh... yeah?â
âHere you go,â he handed her a drinkâher favorite coffee and the man left.
She blinked. âHow many times have you been here?â
âI was instructed to come every half hour with a fresh drink and wait five minutes until you answered,â he explained backing toward his car. She smirked sipping it. It was delicious.
âDid he pay you at least?â She called tapping her fingers against the plastic.
âExcessively!â He shouted with a grin, pulling his door closed. She smiled, closed the front door, locked it, before heading for the living room sipping her favorite kind of coffee from her favorite guy.
*
She heard the garage door open around five and the door creak from the mudroom attached to the garage to the house.
âDo you like chicken noodle soup?â She asked. âI know that sounds silly, because itâs a classic. But because itâs a classic, there was a time when I was in high school, and I swear I was sick for a month and all I ate was chicken noodle soup. I havenât had any since, I think. But on a whim, I had some last week, and it was literally the most delicious thing Iâve ever eaten,â she explained while Harry took his shoes off. She grabbed the bread she was toasting out of the oven, and she smiled as he slowly made his way to the kitchen.
He looked around the room for a moment. âDid yâclean?â He asked ignoring her rant about soup, he ran his finger along the thin side table that was directly next to the counter. It looked dusted, and the little trinkets were placed back on the table just so.
She smiled sheepishly and nodded. âI know you hate when I do stuff like this, but I was really bored. I shouldnât be allowed to have a day off. Idle minds, you know? I also figured you must not have time to clean often with your schedule. This place isnât even that dirty, and I think Iâm the one that tracks in all the snow and dirt from the pond,â she explained.
He stared at her as she spoke, dropped his small duffle bag beside him.
She blinked at his weird stance as she stirred the soup in the big pot she was using. âAre you mad?â
His gaze was unmoving from her face. He tilted his head toward the laundry room, the sound of the dryer humming from the hallway. âAnd laundry?â He asked.
Now she felt like she was in trouble. âWell... you had a mountain of it in your room and I was finished cleaning. Which meant I was about to go insane due to boredom again,â she shrugged. âYouâre mad,â she frowned. âI was just trying to do something nice.â
âDishes?â He jutted his chin toward the empty sink.
âThatâs on you for leaving them. You know I love dishes.â
âGrocery shopping?â He hummed.
âI figured if Iâm going to live here, I may as well chip in since you wonât let me pay forââ
âWhatâs this?â He asked looking at the picture frames face down on the kitchen table. He picked one up and inspected it. She had selected several photos. Some of the team, some from her series of photo. There was even one of Marc and Michael. But naturally, the one he picked up was one of the photos from the gallery night.
Harryâs arm wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her hip. While she looked at the woman holding his phone camera, Harry was gazing down at her. His smile was full of adoration. She picked it to be framed because even though the camera didnât get a look at his pretty green eyes for one photo (which was truly a loss), she felt like the most beautiful thing in the world with the way he looked at her.
âOh, I thought they were cute pictures, and we could put themââ Harry put the frame down, turned toward the stove and flicked the burner off. âHarry...? What are youââ
He then faced her; he slid his hands along both of her cheeks. Gently, he tilted her neck, so her eyes met his. âMy pretty, pretty Bunny,â he murmured brushing the tip of his nose against hers. Her breath caught in her throat. Whatever smart remark she was going to make about him being bossy or extra was stuck on her tongue. His gaze dropped to her lips and then she was overwhelmed by the color green again. Her face felt hot with a blush that she couldn't stop and she was only seconds ahead of what his intention was. âYâcan tell me tâstop, Rookie, love. I donât want târush it.â
âPlease donât stop,â she whispered.
âOh Bunny, yânever have tâbeg for me, ever,â his voice was deep, gravelly. Filled with desire and wanting.
And he wanted her.
Harry had waited a very long time to kiss her. But these last few seconds leading to their first kiss felt like a literal eternity, but finally his lips met hers.
She moaned softly, a quiet almost-whimper, nearly the exact moment his mouth touched hers. He was so gentle; it felt like his lips were hardly moving and the drag of his mouth was so sinful she could feel it burning. It burned her lips and every other inch of her skin. Her mind was so entranced with the feel of Harryâs lips between hers, the way his tongue slipped gently along the seam of her mouth, carefully coaxing her open so he could get a better taste of her.
Harry knew she would taste delicious. He didnât know it was going to be so instantly addictive. But he shouldnât have been surprised.
She was a little unsure how it happenedâtoo distracted by the feeling of the prettiest man in hockey kissing her, but she was lifted to the counter, her legs around his waist. His hips flush against the edge of the counter. With one hand, he cupped the back of her head, his fingers winding in her hair. The other was at the small of her back, pulling her toward him.
âGod Bunny,â he groaned and peppered kisses along her jaw and down her neck. âIâve wanted this for s'long.â She shivered feeling overwhelmed with his desire. Harry had a way of making her feel special and she should have known kissing him wasnât going to be the exception. She was nearly out of breath and didnât know how Harry could keep kissing her. âYouâre so perfect,â he whispered into her throat.
âHarry,â she whispered.
He moaned. âOh, Rookie, yâsay mâname like that mâgonna be done for. What dâyou want, Bunny? Yâcan have whatever yâwant... anything. Sâyours.â
She laughed silently, her shoulders shaking as his mouth worked across her collarbone to the other side of her throat. He was so tender and intentional in his kisses of where Kael hurt her, and he took all that pain away. âNothing, I just... likeââ
He groaned again and brought her lips back to his, kissing her so passionately it ached. âI like you so much, Bunny,â he whispered, his mouth dragging along her skin. âI donât want you tâgo. Please donât close yourself off from me. Iâll do anything.â
She felt bad that he felt like he had to beg for her attention. He had it, and he always had it. If she was honest, since the very first time she met him. âI wonât, Iâm not going anywhere,â she whispered.
âOh, thank God,â he sighed and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms beneath her, supporting her weight and carried her to his room.
âHarry, baby, you gotta slow down,â she giggled.
He moaned or growled. Perhaps a little of both. He tucked his face into her neck again. âYâcall me baby, mânot gonna live.â
She laughed. âOh, you have to.â
Carefully he laid her back on his mattress. Yeah, he slept beside her the night before. He had snuggled with her in her own bed several times as well. This was different. This was all her walls finally down. Her vulnerability and trust were on full display. Harry was the luckiest man in the world to witness it. To be trusted to take care of her. He didnât know how anyone could betray such a sweet, perfect person.
âMâgonna kiss every inch of you,â he promised.
âYouâve been awfully patient, Harry. Donât you want to jump to the good stuff?â Her cheeks warmed once more as she asked.
He shook his head. âNo, not even a little. I want every single second of you. Every single kiss. Iâd wait forever for you, Bunny.â
She didnât deserve him, but she would happily keep him. âYouâre too good,â she whispered cupping his face and stroking her thumbs along his cheeks. He rested his forehead against hers as he hovered beside her.
âMânot Rookie. Youâre too good. Exceptionally intelligent, creative, and deliriously beautiful. My schedule is all kinds of fucked,â he reminded her. âI never had a girlfriend because I can only give you five months.
She smiled. âIâm literally with the team all the time, Harry.â
âBut when yâopen your studio, yâwonât be.â
âIâm not opening a studio,â she laughed shaking her head, her nose bumping his.
He rolled his eyes. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, and very much wanted to make her come all over him. But this was important to him because she was the most important thing to him. âOf course you are, Rookie. Yâhave too much talent tâbe wasting it on a group of rowdy hockey players.â
There was a wave of pride that bloomed over her. His unwavering support and constant belief in her. She grinned. âHarry Styles," she sighed. "Youâre incredible. Number one twice for sure.â
He chuckled softly, ducking his gaze slightly at her compliment. It meant more than any other time he heard it because this was her saying it. âThanks, Bunny,â he smiled and kissed her again lingering and holding her face in his hands like he never wanted to let go. âYouâre pucking perfect.â
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