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gaysindistress · 21 hours ago
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Hi love!! 💖 I’m so proud of you for your 1.8k that’s so insanely exciting!! 💖💖💖 as a huge huge huge fan of everything you create I’m so glad others see it and love it too. đŸ„č you’re amazing
I know I send you a lot of angsty Bucky things but how about some fluffy stuff instead? #3 🧾
LOVE YOU AND CONGRATS!
Thank you love!!! I always search for your name when I post something because it’s there time and time again. I appreciate your endless love and support always 💕💕💕💕
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 💕💕
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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 don’t 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, “Let’s go inside. It’s too damn cold out here.”
I roll my eyes, following the girl up the steps, “I imagine wearing a bra for a shirt would be very cold.”
“Oh shut up. I look hot even if I am freezing to death.”
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.
“Jessica you came!” Yelena shouts over the loud music and people’s conversations, a smile plastered across her face, “And you brought a friend.”
“Yelena this is Sunny,” Jessica beams, pointing between the us,” Sunny is this Yelena, the friend that’s throwing this party.”
I extend out my hand to shake Yelena’s but I’m pulled into a tight hug with Yelena whispering in my ear, “Jessica’s situationship is here but he brought another girl just FYI.”
“Shit,” i pull back and offers Jessica a fake smile who is staring off past them. I follow her stare and spots the very thing I’d hoped to avoid until later; the man in question making out with another girl.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” she shrieks, marching towards them. Neither of us are fast enough to catch the angry brunette who practically rips the woman off of him.
“Seriously? You go on and on about loyalty and then you fucking show up with another girl? What the fuck are you on because you’re clearly not thinking right,” screaming at the couple, Jessica’s beyond pissed as she stares daggers at them.
“Jessica, oh hey I didn’t know you were going to be here,” the man tries to play off the situation, running a hand casually through his hair to hide the evidence.
“Bull 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?”
“Babe it’s not that serious, I swear,” the lies slip so easily through his teeth, “You know you’re the only girl for me.”
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 she’s quick to step back from him, “I might not be the smartest but I’m definitely not that fucking stupid that I’d actually believe anything you said. Get fucked Peter Parker.”
Yelena stifles a laugh with a cough and leans over to me, “How much you wanna bet he’s going to follow her around all night?”
“I’ll do ya one better; she’s going to punch him.”
“Deal,” she shakes my hand as Jessica storms over to us with a rather pissed off Peter in tow.
“Jessica just stop,” his demeanor has shifted to a much darker one, “You know that we aren’t exclusive so you can’t get mad if I date other people. You’re still my number one girl.”
“Oh I’m sorry I don’t think I remember having that conversation. That must have been another one of your girlfriends. Just leave me alone Peter. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
His hand darts out and grips her wrist harshly as a cloud of anger takes over his already inky eyes, “That’s enough. Come on, don’t be like that.”
“Hold up, take your hands off of her and take a step back Parker,” Yelena demands in a stern tone as she steps up to Jessica’s side, “She said she didn’t want anything to do with you so back off.”
“Stay out of this Yelena, this has nothing to do with you.”
“It does when you’re at my party, let her go or I’ll make you,” she warns.
“And what are you going to do?”
“It’s not her you should be worried about,” the honey voice calls over the noise and tenses every fiber in my body. I don’t dare to turn around or even move to confirm if it’s him. The almost spicy smell of his leathery sandalwood cologne is enough to confirm that Bucky is coming up beside me.
“Let her go and you won’t lose your hand,” 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 doesn’t 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 he’s satisfied with the distance between them, Bucky turns to look at us, “Jessica, right? Are you okay?”
She nods quickly, not really wanting to speak.
“It’s good to see you, Doll. How are you?” The sudden shift confuses the shit out of me.
“What are you doing here?”
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, “This is my house.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well one of my houses. Yelena crashes here from time to time and uses it to throw parties when she’s in town,” He explains, blue eyes glistening in the LED lights as he stares down at me.
“And you’re okay with her trashing your house whenever she wants?” 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, “Easy there tiger. Can’t have you falling for me just yet.”
I scoff lightly and shake his hands off, “I was pushed.”
“By destiny into my arms.”
“No by a drunk asshole into another asshole.”
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 it’s how amazing his cologne smells or how i can feel the cold of his body through the thin white t-shirt he’s wearing under his jacket. The edible i took before we left Jessica’s apartment definitely plays a part in how she leans into his embrace and doesn’t immediately pull away when we step out into the cold nighttime air.
“Do you have an answer?” 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.
“Answer to what?”
“I asked if I could make it up to you with dinner after Scott was rude. You never gave me an answer.”
“Oh,” i look down to my scoffed docs for a few moments before making eye contact with him, “Yes.”
“Let's leave right now then.”
“Wait no I meant no. No I won’t go to dinner with you,” i revel in the way confusion eats away at his beautiful features.
“We'll call it a maybe then. How about I pay for dinner for you and Jessica?” a soft smirk dismisses the confusion and i has to look away before heat flushes my face.
“No.”
“Catering for lunch one day?”
“No.”
“Coffee every morning for a month?”
“Jesus no.”
“Flowers?” He tries one last time even though he knows she’s just going to shoot it down. The way I’m struggling under his gaze is worth more than any material thing to him; he’s getting under my skin in the most delicious way possible.
“Why do you have to make it up? Just leave it, that’s what other people do.”
“Well I’m not like other people. Manners aren’t dead and it’s only fair I reconcile with the beautiful woman who didn’t call the police on us when she should have.”
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 it’s a struggle to form sentences that aren’t littered with giggles, “You think I’m beautiful? Oh
 shit that’s not what I meant to say. What I meant is just leave it alone. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
His superstar Adidas barely makes any noise against the stone pavers as he slowly saunters towards me.
“I think you did mean that first part,” his right hand finds my chin and tilts it so we’re eye to eye, “And to answer your question, I do think you’re 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 you’d stop being so obstinate.”
I could blame the edible I took but it would be a lie to say his touch isn’t throwing me for a loop and is the reason I can’t feel any heat coming from him as he gently grips my chin.
“Maybe learn to take no for an answer,” my eyes flicker down to his lips briefly, “Besides it’s unprofessional.”
“We’re two consenting adults,” he leans even closer, his nose brushing against mine as he speaks, “It’s only unprofessional if you let it distract you. And besides we agreed to a maybe.”
“I don’t recall saying that,” I whisper to him while ducking my head down to narrowly avoid his lips, “you asked a question in a moment of confusion so my answer wasn’t clear.”
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.
“Sunny, just let me spoil you for one night. That’s all I ask.”
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.
“The fuck you mean next? We haven’t even gone on one.”
“That’s what you think.”
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theelmoarchive · 9 days ago
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Ghostknife?????
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Do people still ghostknife?????? Im ghostknifing. Personally.
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sunsetsandsunshine · 11 months ago
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If I may request a Rise fic!! I’m a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leo’s 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 don’t feel rushed and make sure you’re taking care of yourself ^_^
~ 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜!!! ~
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“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me again.” Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly. 
“Well maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless I wouldn’t need to.” Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.
“I’m not a baby, Don. I don’t need to be supervised like I’m some bomb triggered to explode.” 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. 
The softshell groaned eternally at his little brother’s action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the other’s hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground. 
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, “If you’re going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting what’s going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.” 
“You can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isn’t going to fly away.” The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “What I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?” 
Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, “I do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?” 
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 brother


No matter how much he deserved it.
“I’m not planning on screaming at you— that won’t help anyone or anything.” The purple banded turtle explained calmly
but you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence. 
“But you want to.” The red eared slider pressed on. 
“Leo
please. I don’t want to argue right now.” 
“We’re not arguing. We’re just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?” The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother. 
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 Raph
which the red eared slider didn’t 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 it


And Leonardo despised it. 
“Nardo
you know what I’m referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.” The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.
“I sadly do not know what your referring to.” The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, “Care to enlighten me, Tello?” 
Donnie’s expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brother’s absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subject
but the softshell turtle was not budging.
His twin would have to try way harder than that.
“I’d love to.” The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leo’s closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brother’s sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldn’t reach for it. 
The red eared slider’s cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doing


He physically could not leave from this conversation
literally.
Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the other’s serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return. 
“What you did during today’s mission was completley reckless and idiotic, Leonardo
and you know it.” The second oldest said, “I 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!!” Donatello seethed. 
“We’ve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!” 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.
“I’m not done.” 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 brother’s genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy. 
His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at all

“Just
stop putting yourself in the middle of danger like you’re just expecting the rest of us to just watch. We’re your family
and most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.” 
“Well ihisn’t that hypocritic!” Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, “Hyp
uh
hypocrotic? Hyp
Hypocratic
?” 
“Hypocritical?” The older deadpanned.
“YES! THAT WORD!” Leo said, “When we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at Mikey
what did you do?”
Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, “
I went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.”
“Exactly.” The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, “And how is that any different from what I did, hm?”
“BECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!” Donatello shouted, “I 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 ground
” The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth. 
The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, “But I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.”
“
I saved you, didn’t I
?” The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatello’s blood to absolutley boil. 
“That’s not the point!!!” The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.
“Then what is?!” Leo said desperately, “Because from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.” 
Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, “I’ve been trying to be a better leader—“
“Leo—“
“—For 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 there’s always something I’m doing WRONG!!!” The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.
Which
it did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actually

“I saved you! I-I didn’t even get hurt by doing it but somehow there’s an issue
” The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, “There always is
”
“Leonardo can you please just listen to me?” The older twin said in irritation. 
“But Don I’m—“
“No, Leo! Just listen! That’s all you need to do!” Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, “I don’t want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you don’t have a plan!” The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.
“Oho so now you don’t trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?” Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.
“I
” The young scientist’s 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, “THIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!” The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, “This is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.”
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 brother’s deserved

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!” The elder cried, “What would’ve happened if Raph didn’t 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?!”
Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, “I-I’m sorry, Donnie—”
“Or would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so you’d have no weapon to defend yourself.” 
“You don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurt
I freaking loathe it.” Donnie rested the back of his head on Leo’s door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.
Jeez
when the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch now

And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!
The older twin’s expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, “I care about you
so fucking much, okay
?” The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, “Your my twin
my little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurt
physically or emotionally
so please just
”
The young scientist’s eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be following
at all. 
Leo’s 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. 
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. 
Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!
Even though you knew he can’t 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 he’s worried

But no! You yelled at him anyway.
Wonderful job, Donatello
wonderful. job. 
The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brother’s wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brother’s shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.
“Nardo
” The softshell started, squeezing the other’s hands gently, “
Are you with me, bud
?”
Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back. 
“God
Nardo I’m so sorry
” The older muttered, “I don’t
I don’t know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-I’m sorry I yelled. I shouldn’t of yelled
I-I just
” Donatello sighed, squeezing his brother’s hands once again. “I’m not angry with you. I
I was just frustrated.”
“Well, no
let me rephrase: I am angry with you— 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-seven
”
The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brother’s fingers as he spoke, “
Why seventy-seven?”
“Albert Einstein died when he was seventy-six
I can and will outlive him.” The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, “But back to what I was initially saying
I know you meant well. You saw that I was in trouble
and you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You don’t think of what happens to you
you just do it because you’ll know if you do we’ll be alright
”
“I-I just
I just wanted to protect you
I-I just wanted to help
” Leo tried to explain.
“I know. I know, Lee
” Donatello sighed, rubbing the slider’s knuckles gently with his thumb, “But 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.” The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twin’s forehead’s touched. 
“You’re getting hurt— or at the very least almost getting hurt. We’re 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 shit
but you can lead well without doing that
okay?” 
Leo fiddled with the other’s fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, “I’ll
try to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in trouble
I just
react. I don’t really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. But
I’ll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too reckless
you can just tell me
deal?”
“Deal.” Donnie nodded, squeezing Leo’s hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twin’s eyes with his hoodie sleeve, “Now please stop crying or you’re going to make me start crying.” 
Leo snorted, examining the other’s now tearing up expression, “I think it’s a bit too late for that
” 
“GAH! FUHUCK!” Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.
.
.
.
.
.
.
“Leo
don’t you think you’re getting a bit too big for this
?” Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the older’s shoulder. “Noooope.” Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', “'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.”
“
I said I was sorry
I didn’t mean to shout at you like that. I was just concerned
” 
“I know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.” 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 didn’t mind the other being so clingy. 
If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo would’ve been pushed to the floor by now. 
The two twins shared a comfortable silence
well
a semi-comfortable silence.
The purple banded teen felt
off. His younger brother had this
look 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 didn’t even know how to explain it.
“
There’s something else on your mind.” The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. “Uhm
no there isn’t. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.” Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously. 
Very convincing Leo
very convincing.
“Don’t even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You can’t argue against that kind of logic.” The scientist said matter-of-factly. 
“What are you, Spiderman?” The younger snorted. 
“We shall never know.” The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, “Now stop deflecting. Spill.” 
“
Can you
adjust my elbow braces
?” The red eared slider muttered.
“
Why can’t you do it?” The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious. 
“I like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?” The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, “Pleeeeeease?”
“Ugh, Jesus— fine. But drop the pout
you look ridiculous.” The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brother’s arm as he readjusted the braces. 
The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the other’s left arm brace, tracing his twin’s elbow to make sure it was healing correctly— which the slider couldn’t help but wriggle slightly to.
As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, “
Why are you squirming around so much?” Donatello asked in confusion. 
“
No reason.” Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm. 
“Yohou okay
?” The glasses wielding mutant giggled.   
“I-I’m fihine!” The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. “EEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!” The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientist’s neck which the older turtle couldn’t help but let his heart melt to.
“Oh.” Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, “Sorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are
”
“Snrt I-Ihihi’m nahat ticklish. I juhust don’t wahant your hand thehere
” 
And isn’t that quaint. 
If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasn’t ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.
“
Right. So
you wouldn’t mind me doing this then?” The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twin’s ribs. “EEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!” The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brother’s plastron to try and escape while he still could.
The elder laughed fondly at his little brother’s futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, “Nahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or you’re gohoing to fahall off of the bed!
“N-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!” The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the other’s plastron, his eye’s 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 boy

Donnie grinned, sitting on the other’s thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the slider’s side, “That’s better~!”
“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!” The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.
If he was going to go down
he would at least go down fighting. 
“I haven’t even touched you yet, you goof
” The older twin chuckled. 
“B-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!” 
“'Gonna' what, exactly?”
“TihiHICKLE ME!!” 
“Tickle you? Well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crook’s of the younger’s neck. 
The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, “GAHaha— snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!” 
“What’s wrong, Leo? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish~?” The older teased.
“Snrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHI’M naHAT!” The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his hand’s free from the other’s grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brother’s stomach. 
The lime green eyed teen’s eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brother’s grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge. 
Leo’s laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brother’s hand went sloooooowly to his stomach. 
“N-NOHO NONONONO DAHA— snrt DOHON!!” The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldn’t help but giggle to. 
The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the slider’s plastron, making the younger turtle’s laugh raise almost a thousand octaves. 
“DOHON’T snrt DOHON’T DOHOHON’T snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!” Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.
The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brother’s embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the younger’s stomach while he wasn’t looking. 
Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, “HAHAHAHELP!! IHI’M SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!” 
“I’m quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.” The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, “And here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! You’re making up a whole dance routine right now!” He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement. 
“S-Shuhuhut snrt up
” The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother. 
Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientist’s brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, “Hm
you know, Lee—”
“Dohont call snrt me thahat!” Leo giggly interupted. 
“Uh-huh. Well, Lee
did you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?” The scientist said. 
The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Soho?” 
“Soooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. I’d be forever in your debt if you could—”
“NO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!” Leo squealed, reaching for his brother’s wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.
Sigh
Leonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.
The glasses wielding teen wasn’t just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the slider’s underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down. 
“NAHAH AHAHAHA— snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHA— snrt OHOHOUT!!” Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed. 
“What~?” Donnie hummed inocently. 
“GEHEHET AHA— snrt GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!”
“Awe
why~?”
“BEEHEECAUSE IHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!!” 
“And?” Donnie chuckled, “That sounds like a you problem, little brother.” 
“AHHHAHA— snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!”
“Pardon
what was that?” Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leo’s hip met his thigh. “N-NONO— snrt NAHAHAH!! I CAN’T— snrt PLEHEHEASE I’M snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!” 
“Nah
I think I’ll just stay riiiiight here for a bit
” 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 brother’s arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut. 
“
And you know what, Lee~?” 
“WHAHAHAT NOW?!” 
“I’m feeling
kind of famished.” The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Joker’s as he saw his younger brother’s face pale. 
Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brother’s arms as he giggly protested, “PLAHA— snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHON’T!!” 
Donnie pinched his brother’s thighs unforgivingly, “You should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.”
“WHAHA— snrt WHAHAHA— snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!” The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress. 
It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brother’s adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leo’s hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the other’s plastron, “You don’t even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?” 
The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brother’s shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise. 
The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his younger’s stomach, making sure to move the other’s hands away any time he tried to push at the young genius’ head. 
Donnie didn’t feel like getting brain damage after all.
Plus, he had his signature glasses ᎅᎏɎᎀ᎛ᎇʟʟᎏ ᮛᮍ on! And those were trademarked
as you can wonderfully see. 
“God
can you get more ticklish?” Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared slider’s knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leo’s stomach. 
“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAH— SNRT DAHA— SNRT DAHUNNO!!” The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twin’s shoulder.
Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly. 
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.
“Jeez
I think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?” The light golden eyed mutant snickered.
“PLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHI’M GOH— SNRT GOHOHA— AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!” The smaller teen pleaded.
“Do you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?” The older hummed. 
“YEHEHES!!” The younger cried loudly.
“Do you promise to go easier on yourself?” 
“YAHA— SNRT YAHA— SNRT YEHEHES!!!”
“Do you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love you—”
“MY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!” Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face. 
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. 
“Y-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheee
” The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.
“And where’s the fun in that?” Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the younger’s shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture. 
“Ahand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!” The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twin’s forehead cheekily. 
“You tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.” The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.
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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙾𝚏 𝚱𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚱𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)
#Rottmnt tickle#Rottmnt tickle fic#Lee!Leo#Ler!Donnie#WHOOOOOO BOYYYYYY
#I’m sorry but I’m not sorry đŸ«¶đŸŸ#Angst is like my second child đŸ‘¶đŸŸđŸ’˜đŸ’žđŸ’đŸ’–đŸ’—#But I feel like I need to explain some stuff bc this fandom is probably holding me at gunpoint rn đŸ˜…đŸ”«#The reason why I feel like Leo and Raph had so many disagreements when Leon became leader is bc Leo can’t handle yelling#LIKE AT ALL— he just sees it as whomever is yelling means their mad#So if Raphie boy was like: “I CARE ABOUT YOU AND LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU DUMB ASS BITCH WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE CAREFUL⁉”#Leo would hear it as: “I HATE YOU SO MUCH RN WHY CAN’T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT⁉”#This fandom has been sleeping on AuDHD Leo for Y E A R S and I shall not be silent anymore its SOOOOOOO OBVIOUS đŸ˜­â€Œïž#I could not remember the word “hypocritical” for the LIFE of me
when I searched it up I probs wrote “hippopotamus”#Leon is trying PLEAAAASE catch him a break đŸ™đŸŸđŸ™đŸŸđŸ™đŸŸ#Older twin Donnie is canon idgaf I was in the writers room TRUST đŸ‘đŸŸđŸ’—đŸ’žđŸ’đŸ’•#Big bro senses đŸ€đŸŸ Twin senses#Donnie is fucking UNSTOPPABLE đŸ€ŒđŸŸâ€Šbud does need to learn how to control is volume when upset tho eheheheh#He genuinely doesn’t know when he’s gradually getting louder or more upset
that’s why he was so panicked when Leo had his lil meltdown LOL#Raphie just expresses his worry with yelling
ex: “AND NOT EAT POSION‌‌‌”#Oh yeah this takes place a couple months after the Invasion
so everyone is like healed and everything but yk they’re still traumatized obvs#đŸ˜ŒđŸ‘đŸŸ#Leo’s lil tactic on dropping convo’s is a HC I have so don’t quote me on it đŸ™ŒđŸŸ#GDGDGSHSN I ALSO NEED PPL TO DRAW DON WEARING HIS GLASSES MORE OFTEN HE’S SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE đŸ’đŸ’˜đŸ’•đŸ’—đŸ’–đŸ’žđŸ’“đŸ©·#But tysm Nonnie!!! This was a TON of fun to write!#Make sure your taking care of yourself and drinking water— or at least get a snack đŸ„°#But after the mission Raph was SEETHING
and usually Don tries to talk to Leon instead cuz like he doesn’t want either party being upset#Nor does he want either of them to feel overwhelmed. So when Leo was like “Ur doing this to me again?!” Hes referring to all the times Don#<- has done that#Leo doesn’t like feeling pitied but it’s not Don’s intention to make him feel that way he just loves him family
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loadingbnha · 2 months ago
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gift for @thatnamelessonion because their Stainmight art drives me just a little bit insane <3
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ghastbutlikegay · 5 months ago
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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
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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!! 💖 First of all—thank you SO MUCH for your kind words!! Seriously, hearing that you loved the phone fic means the world to me 😭💕 I am honored to deliver manager!reader chaos at your service.
(Also thank you for the reminder to drink water—I desperately needed it)
🌙Saja Boys x Jealous!Manager Reader
It’s not personal. You’re just their manager. You just happen to want to throw a clipboard at anyone who touches them.
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🧿 Jinu
You’re 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 Jinu’s sleeve—twice. She giggles and brushes her fingers up his arm. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t recoil. Just gives that quiet, tight smile like he’s 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 doesn’t even flinch.
You tell yourself it’s fine. He’s fine. This is your job.
Still, when he passes you afterward, your tone is short. Clipped. Tense.
“Make sure to sanitize before the next group.”
Jinu hesitates, then follows you. Quietly.
Later, backstage:
“Are you upset with me?” he asks gently.
“No. Just... managing things.”
He tilts his head. “You looked upset. When she touched me.”
You freeze.
He watches you for a second longer, then, voice lower:
“I didn’t enjoy it. You know that, right?”
You blink. “You smiled.”
“I was being polite. But if it had been anyone else, I’d have said something.”
Your heart skips.
“And if it had been you... I wouldn’t have needed to.”
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đŸ’Ș Abby 
You’re doing post-show rounds when a fan wraps her arms around Abby like she knows him. Like they’re friends. Her hands press low against his back, lingering.
He hesitates—just a second—but his natural instinct kicks in. He smiles. Says thank you. Doesn’t pull away immediately.
You do.
“Okay, folks, let’s move it along,” you call out, voice a little too loud.
Abby doesn’t say anything at first.
But later, while you’re sorting backstage logistics, he appears next to you with two bottled waters and a slightly furrowed brow.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No. Of course not.”
“You seemed... mad. When that fan hugged me.”
You pause. Avoid his eyes. “It was too much. That’s all.”
He’s quiet for a beat. Then offers the water like a peace offering.
“I didn’t like it either,” he says, almost shyly.
“You didn’t say anything.”
“I didn’t want to make things weird. But I should’ve.”
Then—so softly you almost miss it:
“You always notice stuff like that. It makes me feel really... cared for.”
You blink.
He rubs the back of his neck. “Is it okay if I care back?”
You don’t answer. You just take the water—and let your fingers brush his on purpose.
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📚 Mystery 
You’re 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.
“It’s fine,” you whisper to yourself. “It’s just work. They’re professionals.”
But something aches. The way he looked at her—it was barely a change, but you’ve watched him long enough to notice the difference.
You shut your laptop harder than necessary.
Later, while you’re handing out notes, he hovers beside you.
“Your energy’s off,” he murmurs.
“I’m fine.”
He doesn’t 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.
“I don’t smile at them like I smile at you,” he says softly.
You freeze.
“I know you saw it. But it wasn’t the same.”
You don’t know what to say.
He leans in just slightly.
“If you want me to stop being close with them, I will.”
“Why?”
“Because I like how you look when you’re jealous. And I like how I feel when I see you watching.”
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💋 Romance 
You’ve always known Romance flirts. It’s his whole deal.
But there’s 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 “sunshine.”
It’s not fake. That’s what’s 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.
“You’re quieter lately.”
“Busy,” you lie.
“Liar,” he purrs, stepping closer. “You saw the videos, didn’t you?”
You shrug.
He leans in.
“You know none of them can get under my skin like you.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” you mutter.
His smile fades for half a second.
Then he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, voice velvet and low:
“Then let me prove it. One night. No cameras. Just you and me. Say yes, and I’ll forget every name that isn’t yours.”
You pretend to scoff.
But your pulse is thundering.
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đŸ”„ Baby
You know Baby gets fan attention. He’s 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 anger—just to regroup. To reset.
“Be careful with that,” you say, quieter than usual.
“With what?”
“Flirting. Fans get attached.”
He watches you for a moment. Says nothing.
Then he pulls something out of his pocket. A note. Folded.
“They gave me this.”
You don’t look at it.
He drops it in the trash.
“I didn’t keep it. Didn’t want to.”
You blink.
He shrugs, scowling a little.
“Why would I, when you’re the only person who actually makes me feel anything?”
You open your mouth.
He walks away before you can reply.
Later, you find your name saved in his phone under â€œđŸ”„ REAL ONE.”
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thebestandworstdayofjune · 5 days ago
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Oh my goooodness your Clark Kent 💕 thank you so much, I could read about them forever (but I'd also settle for a little blurb?) 😘 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
“I’m so, so sorry.” It wasn’t 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. 
You stood to the side, motioning him in. You shut the door gently, turning to face him while leaning back against it. “You don’t have to say you’re sorry, Clark. I know that you are.” 
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. “I am sorry. I know it upset you.” 
Clark’d had to cancel date night for the third time this month due to another monster crushing it’s way through the arts district. Was it your favorite side effect of dating a superhero? No. But it wasn’t unexpected. “I wasn’t upset.” You pushed off against the door, arms crossing over your chest. 
“Honey,” he paused from where he was filling the vase. “We promised no more lies.” More accurately, he’d promised no more lies, vehemently and repeatedly, after you had gently confronted him about his caped crusade. You’d agreed instantly, while insisting that you understood why the lie was necessary in the first place. 
“I wasn’t angry with you.” 
“I could hear you crying from five miles away.” Your heart stuttered. 
“What do you mean?” 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. “I know you said you have super hearing, but it’s hard to believe its
” you paused, struggling for the proper phrasing. “That, um, super.” You finished, scrunching up your nose at the inelegant choice of words. 
Clark took a deep breath, setting the flowers down on the counter and running his hands through his messy mop of curls. “It’s usually not.” Clark’s cheeks were quickly turning pink, and you were certain if he didn’t look so flustered he would have heard the way your heart stuttered at the sight and given you grief for it. 
“Okay, spaceman,” 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. “Care to fill me in?” 
“I worry.” 
You couldn’t 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. “I might’ve trained myself to make sure I can hear you from across the city.” 
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. “You are going to have to expand on that one.” 
“I want to make sure that I can get to you, if something were to happen.” Oh no, the laugh was back, and so were Clark’s worry lines. “No, Clark, it’s so sweet. It also just happens to be insane.” 
“It’s not insane!” his voice cracked halfway through, and your laughter grew. “It’s not!” He looked so grumpy, you couldn’t 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. 
You pulled back just far enough to meet his eyes. “It’s a little insane.” 
“More or less insane that I have done the same for Jimmy, just in case?” 
You threw your head back and cackled. It was far and beyond his favorite sound.
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jehhskz · 21 days ago
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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 💕 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 ❀
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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. 
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. 
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. 
“Lucca, what did I tell you before we got out of the car?” She looked the little one in the eyes, holding his hand.
“Not touching anything” He murmured, looking down and upset that his fun was ruined.
“Yes, we can't go around touching other people's stuff” She reaffirmed and the boy nodded, the mom let go of his hand and looked at you “I'm sorry, he just turned 2 and is going through that exploring phase” She explained, offering you a shy smile.
“Oh don’t worry, that’s okay” You smiled at them “You've got a pretty name, Lucca” 
“Thank you” 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 couldn’t help but eavesdrop on your chat. 
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.
“This could be us, you know?” 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. 
“Would the kid have your curly hair?” You smirked.
“Of course
 my hair and your pretty smile” He giggled, running a hand through the tousled curls, flirting back to try and conceal his flustering.
“Okay, good” You leaned back, pretending to think for a moment  “...then I guess I'd like to have two” You said with a cheeky smile. 
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. 
“You and me, two kids and a dog” He chuckled, looking back at you.
“Sounds like a plan, baby” You nodded, grinning at him and holding your hand out for him to seal the deal.
“Yeah, but I think you're forgetting an important detail in this big plan of yours” He held your hand, interwinning your fingers and gently giving it a squeeze against his.
“Hmm, let me see
” You tapped your freshly red nails against the desk, glancing up as the words rolled out of your mouth “Friday night, homemade pasta, red wine
” 
You glanced at him “Am I missing anything?” 
“A red dress, maybe?” Chan's cheeks were red again, but he was also getting excited, picturing his night.
“Nuh nuh, this part will be a surprise” You winked at him.
~ ♡ ~ 
The clock hit 6 when you closed all the tabs on your computer “That's enough for today” 
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. 
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. 
“What the
” 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. 
The conclusion made a creep shiver run down your spine. 
You didn't think, there was no time. 
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. 
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. 
“Where's your friends, uh?” 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 “Bet they are all drunk too. Too drunk to even noticed you fell” 
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 you’d forget. 
“What were you doing? It’s better not be those stupid tik tok dance challenges” You frowned “Don’t tell me I risked my life to save you because of this” You rolled your eyes, face contorting “Because if you did, I'll smack you when you regain consciousness” 
Still no reaction. 
You gently pushed away a wet strand of his hair that was on his face, chuckling quietly “This is so silly
 I feel like Ariel” You thought for a moment, still holding the strand between your fingers “Should I sing you a song to wake you up?”
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 gaze
 
It was the girl from the beach! 
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.
“What happened? How did you end up here?” His voice was shaky and from his expression and pouty lips, you wouldn’t 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 “Dude, what the hell?” 
“I
 I was supposed to protect you
 I should have
” 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. 
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.
“You're not dead” His tone was more calm, you shook your head.
“Well, it was really close, but no, we're alive” You shook your head joking. 
“Oh
” He nodded, you weren’t dead, okay, that was good, he was relieved. Felix gazed away, murmuring “I thought they picked us up”
“Oh no, I bet they were so drunk, they didn't even notice you fell” You shrugged, standing up, cringing at your soaked skirt covered with sand and clinging to your body “I saved your life, you own me now, blondie”
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.
“Alright, we must clean up. Tell me, where are you staying?” You watched him look up and point up to the sky. 
“Up there” 
“Ha, very funny. Does this pick up line actually work?” 
He gazed at you with confusion, Felix had no idea what you meant. You sighed, it was getting late and you were getting hungry. 
“For real, what place are you staying in?” You tried once more and he pointed up again.
“Ugh, who are you, an angel that fell from Heaven?” You mocked, looking away.
“Exactly!” 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.
“Okay blondie, I can't leave you here like this. You're coming with me and tomorrow we can go and try to find your friends” 
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. 
~ ♡ ~ 
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 guest’s 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. 
He was still absentmindedly looking at your stuff when you stood next him, gently touching his arm and handing out the clothes. 
“The bathroom's just through that door. There's clean towels in the second drawer” You beckoned towards the hall and Felix nodded, holding the clothes against his chest. 
“Thanks
” He trailed off, waiting to learn your name.
“Y/n” You told him, watching his face light up and he smiled.
“Thanks, y/n. I'm Felix” 
“Alright, Felix, let’s go shower and change before we get a cold and
” 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 “Oh no, that’s not what I meant, you go up there and I go the other way” 
Felix's lips turned down, but he didn’t say anything, simply watching you turn around and walk to the opposite side. 
Shower together? Maybe another time, you couldn’t 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 wouldn’t 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. 
“Okay, that’s better” 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. 
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.
~ ♡ ~ 
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. 
Mystic boy 🔼: okay, i'll be there in 40 minutes âœŒđŸ»
Mystic boy 🔼:  i'm bringing pizza 🍕
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.
“Hmm, what's that little gremlin up to now?” You murmured, deciding to get up and go check.
“Felix?” A knock on the door. No reply. Another knock and nothing. You gazed down, noticing the trail of water coming out from underneath. 
That little gremlin definitely did something. You sighed, opening the door slowly just to find the blonde’s 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. 
Your gaze trailed down to the wet floor, before coming up back to the boy.
“Felix!” 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. 
“Oh my God, what are you doing?” You didn't bother to cover your eyes, and obviously they instinctively roamed down, following the drops running down his chest and abs until

And you felt a little disappointed noticing the lather wasn't letting you get the full view. 
You noticed Felix's lips moving, he was giving you an explanation but you were too distracted to actually care. 
The sound of the intercom pushed you back to earth, Jisung had arrived. You did a  massage on your temples.
“Jisung’s here
 hurry up, he brought pizza” 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.
“Are you insane?” He handed out two boxes and you almost let them fall.
“Oh, hi Jisung. I'm great and you?” You kicked the gate closed and followed him inside your place. 
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.
“I can't believe you broke our first and most important rule: don’t let strangers into our house!” 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.
“Ji, let’s calm down, okay? Did you pay attention to my text?” You weren’t 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 didn’t need to thank her for the clean up. Later that day he found out the 100 bucks he was saving were gone.
“I told you, he was drunk
 I saved him, the inn's full and
” 
You noticed Jisung’s eyes widening and blinking, gazing over your shoulder, so you turned your head to check and your lips parted slightly.
“Okay, I'd let him in my place too
” 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.
“Boy, shut up!” You smacked Jisung’s arm, but he didn’t even flinch, still staring at the blonde.
“Uhh, hi!” Felix shyly waved at the boy.
“Damn!” Jisung grabbed your arm, clearly charmed by Felix’s deep voice.
“Jisung, behave! What the hell?” You hissed, pulling your arm back. Felix giggled, but his cheeks got a rosy shade.
“Excuse him, he just spent too much time under the sun
” You rolled your eyes, beckoning at the boxes “Now let's eat before they get cold”
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. 
“Hmm, this is amazing!” 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. 
“I'm curious, there's pizza in heaven?” Jisung asked him, gazing at the blonde with genuine curiosity. Unlike you, he believed Felix when the angel said he fell from the sky.
*** 
‘I could tell
’ He said earlier ‘Your aura shines differently’
You rolled your eyes, mystic boy clearly was affected by his new found boy crush. 
‘Really, Jisung. You see auras now?’ You mocked, taking a bite.
Jisung gave you a long stare before he spoke ‘Yeah, yours is really grey, by the way’ 
Your mouth fell agap in offense and Felix giggled, you were about to snap at the brunette, but Felix said ‘He’s joking, your aura's pink and beautiful
’ He smiled at you and murmured ‘...just like you’ Which made you almost choke on the cheese.
*** 
“No, our food's different from yours” Felix shook his head, eating another big bite.
“And does it taste good?” Jisung asked again, taking a sip of his soda.
“I bet it tastes divine” You mocked, sipping on your juice.
“Oh for sure!” 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. 
Once he was settled, you turned the lights off and just when you were passing by the half open door from the guest’s room, you heard Felix calling your name. 
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.
“You forgot to wish me goodnight” He whispered and even though the lights were dim, you could see his pretty features and the delicate contorn of his heart-lips pouting. 
“What? I just said it before you came here” You tried to sound nonchalant, as if his cute pout didn't give you an urge to squeeze his pretty face.
“I want a goodnight kiss” He looked away and then shrugged, and your heart skipped a beat.
“You gotta be kidding me!” You were about to turn on your heels.
“Changbin always gives me one, before going to sleep” He casually said, turning to face you with those puppy eyes. 
You crossed your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head, but Felix pouted again, closing his eyes like he was waiting. He wouldn’t give up easily, you realized.
“Okay, fine
” You murmured under your breath, leaning closer “But don’t push your lucky” 
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.
“Night night, y/nnie
” He said cutely, which made you flushed, but you did your best to not let it show though. 
“Goodnight, Felix” 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 Jisung’s 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. 
“That's okay, buddy. Maybe you just need more time” 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.
“I'm afraid, but I'll ask anyway
 what are you guys up to now?” You whispered to him.
“He can't get his wings out” He whispered back, glancing over his shoulder. Felix was gazing at the other side, head resting on his hand, appearing to be sad.
“Oh
” You simply said, cracking the eggs open, you still didn't fall for that ‘angel talk’, it was just your luck to have two silly boys in your place. 
“Girl, I know you don’t believe it, but he's telling the truth” Jisung took the bowl from your hand and started whisking the mix. 
“Ji, you do realize how insane it sounds, right?” You leaned against the counter, watching Felix grimace again, his fists clenching, he was trying whatever that was, again.
“Yeah, I know
 but isn't it also exciting?” Jisung grinned with conspiracy “I never met an angel before”
“Well, it would honestly be concerning if you’d tell me that you did” 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 “He was playing around, then he accidentally slipped and the last thing he knew was waking up and seeing you”
“Playing around?” You chuckled in disbelief, flipping the pancake “Is that what angels do? Damn, I used to think they had duties and stuff”
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.
“You want some?” You offered, showing him the fruit.
“Mhmm” 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.
“Don't get used to it” You scoffed, feeding him. You shivered in the moment his lips wrapped around your fingers too, wet and warm around your skin. 
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. Weren’t angels supposed to be so pure?
“More” He pleaded with those puppy eyes.
“You can pick it, yourself” You pulled back, trying to act nonchalant and he giggled, picking one and taking a bite.
“Doesn't taste as good as when you fed me” 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.
“They must stay like this, just like you chose” He explained, which made you and the blonde gulp in worry. 
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 café, 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. 
“Okay
 the reason you can't get your wings out is because you're stuck here” Jisung held his own hands, resting his elbows on the table.
Felix gazed at him with confusion, and you looked down at the cards.
“What? Like he has a mission or something?” You picked one, looking at it carefully, it had a drawing of a lonely leaf floating on water.
Jisung shook his head “No, not really. It doesn't say anything about it here” 
“That's so random, read it again!” 
“Y/n, you can't simply start all over just because you didn't like the answers you've got the first time” Jisung told you, looking back at Felix.
“Maybe you broke them? Does it hurt?” 
“A little, here” Felix touched his back, where two little scars could be felt under his fingers. Every angel’s wings would be retracted there, but they could spring them free, when needed.
“And his friends can't come to like
 rescue him or something?” You asked with genuine concern “Like
 how do we send him back?” Jisung looked back on the cards, analysing the meanings.
“It says here they will, but not now
” Jisung pulled a new card, it had a little yellow bird caged “Oh, they aren’t allowed to come yet, because he needs to learn how to behave” 
Jisung looked up at Felix, smirking “Who'd think angels could be naughty?” 
Felix blushed, looking away and you giggled, he was cute when he got all shy like that. 
“Alright so, we must plan our new schedule now” Jisung suggested, picking his phone and opening the calendar.
“Ohh, baby-sitting an angel, that definitely wasn't in my bingo card” You sighed.
~ ♡ ~ 
“So, Jisung will come pick you up to shop for some clothes later. This will be your phone, I saved mine and his numbers here
” You gave your old phone to Felix “...so if you need talk to us, all you have to do is click on our names and send us a text” 
“Okay!” 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. 
“That's like bringing your kid to work” 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. 
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 a

“Oh my God, what is it? You're looking like a frog!” 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 couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“Nuh nuh, we gotta fix that” 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. 
“Uhh, hiii. Excuse me!” You turned your head, seeing two girls standing in front of the desk. 
“Good morning, how can I help you?” You said politely, offering them a smile.
“We've got a reservation under the name of Yildiz” One of them replied and you typed the name.
“Here, room orhideja. Upstairs, fifth door by the left, it's the lilac one” 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.
“Thanks!” They said together, smiling, but not to you, and actually for the blonde. 
The one with pink hair styled in braids reached out for her suitcase, groaning and when Felix noticed her ‘struggle', he stood up. 
“Would you like some help with that?” 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. 
“I'll be right back” Felix winked at you before turning to them, grabbing their suitcases and walking with them in hands, going for the stairs.
“Hunf
” You shrugged, avoiding watching him go. 
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. 
Okay, the frog picture would stay. 
Letting him stay in the inn wasn't an option anymore, you realized. Those girls wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t be a single feather left in the end.
You couldn’t 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. 
But reality wasn't as simple as you imagined it would be. 
~ ♡ ~ 
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. 
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. 
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. 
“My turn next!” A girl exclaimed, raising her hand.
“Felix!” 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.
“Y/nnie!” He greeted you with a surprise hug, earning a squeal from you.
“What are you doing here, uh?” You asked, pulling away from him and smoothing your crop top. 
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. 
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. 
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 ‘help’, 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. 
“You weren’t there when I woke up, I wanted to see my jagodica
” 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 couldn’t hold back your grin, especially after taking a little glimpse at the annoyed girls behind him. 
You weren’t 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 wouldn’t be crazy to say otherwise. 
“Alright, enough of helping. You're being needed inside, now” You pulled back and held his hand. Felix smiled, looking at your fingers intertwined, and let you pull him along with you back inside.
“What do you need me to do?” He asked, sitting down beside you.
“Just
” You looked around, trying to find something to keep him busy, then you remembered the booking site “Click on the heart on people's comments and answer their questions” 
“Okay!” 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. 
Your fingers blindly tapped against the desk, seeking for your black coffee.
“Uuuugh, that’s awful” He groaned, face twisting as if he was in pain, holding your cup away.
“Silly, don’t you have coffee in heaven?” You grabbed the cup from his hand, chuckling and taking a sip “You guys are missing out” 
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. 
“Alright, angel. Try this” You held out the small and pink milk carton for him. 
“What's it?” He picked it, inspecting the drawing of little strawberries with caution. 
“Strawberry milk. Don't worry, you're gonna love it” 
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.
“This is amazing, we don’t have stuff like this up there” He looked at the carton again, rambling to himself “Maybe we could ask for them to come and pick some
 is it possible to send stuff up there?” 
You giggled, gently pinching his cheek “Silly little gremlin, you can't send it to the heaven like fedex” 
“That's not fun” He pouted and sipped more, making you giggle again. 
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.
“You should go to the Garden's bistrî” He typed something on his phone and then showed the screen for the couple.
“Ohh, it seems nice” The man said with a smile.
“Yeah, exactly what we are looking for” 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.
“Garden's bistrî? How come I didn’t know about this place?”  
“I saw it on tik tok, it's trending on the best places to visit” 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.
“We should go there” 
“Yeah, sure. We could go someday
” You said absentmindedly, writing down some notes.
“No! Let’s go now!” Felix gently shook your arm and you turned to face him.
“Please, y/nnie. You never spend time with me” He pouted.
“What do you mean? We always spend time together” 
“Yeah, but only after work and always in your house. It’s not the same” 
“You won't leave it, will you?” 
“Of course not” He shook his head.
“Okay, fine
” You sighed out “Just gotta go shower first” 
Felix grinned, hugging you and randomly giving your cheek a big smooch, chuckling after from your surprised gasp and flushed face.
“You're cute, jagodica” 
~ ♡ ~ 
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. 
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. 
“Looking good” 
“Thanks, you aren’t that bad either” You tried to sound a little nonchalant and he smiled, grabbing your hand.
“Let’s go!” 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.
“Are you crazy? You can't pluck the flowers” You whispered, giggling. Your heart swell with such cute gesture.
“Oh no?” He looked at you with panic, picking the tulip and trying and failing to put it back. Which made you giggle more.
“Stop it
” You picked it back, holding it close against your chest “It's mine now, here's another lesson for you, once a gift is given, you can't take it back” 
He nodded, taking mental notes and then stared at you “Do you like it?” 
“I love it!” You smiled at him with sincerity and he smiled back at you. 
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. 
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. 
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. 
Felix didn't even say anything, he just rushed under the duvet like a cat and you noticed he was trembling.
“Hey hey, what's wrong?” You instinctively touched his arm.
“The rain
” His whisper was barely audible because of the pouring rain, but you understood, opening your arms and letting him scoot closer to you.
“Shhh, it's okay
 I'm here” You soothed him, fingers gently carding through his hair, his head resting against your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
“Can I stay here?” 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.
“Okay, but just because of the rain” You sighed out and he grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush towards him. Your heart skipped a beat.
“Thanks y/nnie
” 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.
“That's okay, just don’t make me regret it” 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.
“Night night, y/nnie” 
“Goodnight, Felix”
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. 
You pushed his hand away, groaning “Hey, what do you think you're doing?” 
“Y/n?” Damn, his voice sounded even deeper. He was sleepy, very sleepy as his hand came up once again.
“Hey hey, you can't do that!” You scolded him, holding his hand down and away from his target. Ignoring the tingle you felt in your core.
“Why not? It’s soft
” He rambled in his slumber “I like it” Felix chuckled softly at his confession.
You wouldn’t lie, it got you flushed, but you also wouldn’t give it away either.
“It's not proper, but we will have that talk when you are fully awake” 
“Mhmmm” 
“Now behave, or I'll kick you out of my bed” You threatened him. 
“Mhmmm” He kept his leg over yours, but his hands were then resting in ‘safe places’. 
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.
~ ♡ ~ 
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 didn’t, 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. 
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. 
The blonde smirked, feeling proud. He didn’t 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.
“You should probably run some water on it” You told Chan, noticing how red it got.
“Yeah, guess I should do it now. Before it gets worse, talk to you later, y/n” 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.
“It was you, wasn't it?” You smelled the fresh scent of them.
“I've got no idea what you're talking about” He looked away, failing to sound nonchalant and you smirked.
“Yeah, just like that other day on the beach. That dude who randomly tripped and fell on his face” You giggled, remembering how your legs was the last thing the random guy saw before kissing the sand.
“Well, if he paid attention to where he's walking, stuff like this wouldn’t happen” He shrugged. And you found his jealousy adorable.
“Cute” You giggled again and Felix blushed slightly, looking away. 
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. 
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.
“Well, today was fun” You commented, lifting your arms up and yawning. 
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 weren’t paying attention to was on TV. 
“I'm going to bed now” You stood up, smoothing your pink nightdress, you yawned again. Felix chuckled, standing up too and playfully poking your nose.
“Cute sleepy, moranguinho” 
“Uh?” You looked at him with heavy sleepy eyes. 
“It means little strawberry” He chuckled once again and you groaned. Boy was spending too much time with tourists to your liking.
“Hm, okay. Goodnight” 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.
“What do you think you're doing?” You lied down too, but kept a distance from him.
“Going to sleep” He replied cheeky, grinning.
“Your room's over there” You beckoned and instead of getting up, he scooted closer.
“I know, but you aren’t there” Your heart fluttered and your gaze went down.
“Our agreement was only on rainy nights” You murmured, fluffing your pillow.
“A storm can start at any minute now” He said with conviction and you shook your head.
“No way, the sky was clear” You said and Felix just stared at you, as if he was waiting and some minutes after, you heard a thunder. 
“You gotta be kidding me!” Your mouth fell agap in surprise “Did you do that?”
He chuckled, finding your surprise very endearing and shook his head.
“Maybe somebody up there's by my side” 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.
“What now?” You asked, staring back at him.
“A kiss” He whispered, pouting.
“You already got one” You tried to not giggle, covering his pout with your hand and Felix licked your palm, making you squeal and pull back.
“Hey!”
“But I came to sleep here, so that one doesn't count” He shrugged.
“Okay, fine” You rolled your eyes and leaned in, giving his cheek another small peck “Goodnight, Felix”
“Y/n
” 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.
“Felix, what
” Your voice was barely audible.
“I want a kiss” He repeated, his tone more serious now, gaze traveling down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes “Like the one people were sharing at the restaurant” 
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 didn’t seem like he was joking.
“Why?” You asked softly, his hand still keeping you in place, but you knew you could pull away if you wanted to.
“Because Hyunjin told me that’s how people express their affection” 
“Hyunjin? Who's him?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was making friends you weren’t aware of on the island.
“He's the cupid, the angel of love” Felix explained.
Right, you forgot there were sections in Heaven, with angels belonging to groups and having assigned duties.
“Oh yeah, okay
 hmm, but you know, there's lots of ways you can express your affec
” 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.
“Kiss me
 now” 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. 
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 didn’t 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. 
He liked that, the softness, how it felt on his hand, your little sound, how it made him feel a funny tingle down there. 
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.
“Okay, enough” 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. 
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. 
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. 
“Shhh, that’s okay
 y/nnie got you!” 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. 
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.
“Y/nnie, are you okay?” 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. 
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. 
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. 
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 beach

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. 
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. 
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. 
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. 
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.
“Go ahead
” 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.
“Baby, it feels good, but it’s also sensitive, so just be a little bit careful, okay?” 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.
“Yeah, just like that!” You purred, panties getting more damped, and he was hard again, occasionally rubbing against your thigh. 
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. 
“You've got soaked like me
” He said under his breath and you smiled. His innocence was so cute. 
“I did, but it’s not the same as you, love” You smiled again at his confused expression, looking back at you.
“No?” 
You shook your head, gently grabbing his wrist “No. This is arousal, it means I'm enjoying what you're doing
” 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?"
“It's wetting my fingers
” He breathed out, that side proud smirk appearing as he kept rubbing “You must be really enjoying it, then” 
You purred and Felix pressed his thumb, watching closely how you shivered and moaned, he did it again, rubbing a little harder. 
“I want to feel it better” 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. 
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.
“Right here
” You put your hand on top of his again “That's where I'm the most sensitive. That’s where you need to focus”
“Like this?” He did little circles with his thumb and you withdrew your hand, purring again.
“Yeah, just like that”
He kept on, going slower and then faster, applying more pressure and trying different ways until your legs started to tremble lightly.
“Wanna kiss it
” He whispered, already lowering his body and your heart jumped.
“Oh my God, do it!” 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.
“Oh Felix!” 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.
“Not yet!” 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.
“Felix, please!” 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.
“Did you like it?” He lifted his head, smiling at you with his lips and chin glowing with your essence.
“I loved it
 you were
 amazing” You were still a little shaky, pulling him back up to you. Felix smiled proudly, nuzzling his face on your neck, peppering kisses there.
“I loved it too
”
You chuckled lightly and gently pushed him to the side, making him lay on his back and straddling him.
“You're gonna love this, too” 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.
“So pretty
” 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.
“You're so cute, and I'm just starting” 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.
“Shh, shh
 don’t worry, love. I'll give you something much better
” You stood on your knees, lowering your hips until you could drag his cock against your folds, coaxing it with your arousal, both moaning.
“Much better
” 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.
“Y/n
” He held your hips, letting his hands roam over up and down your sides “I
 I'm feeling it
 again
”
“Yeah baby
”
“It’s too tight, I can't
” He whined again, closing his eyes. That feeling in his lower stomach was building up again and he knew he was about to explode.
“I know, I know
 just hold it back, okay?” You stood still, adjusting to him and also letting him calm down a little, secretly loving the desperate written all over his pretty face.
“I'm gonna move now
 hold it back, alright?” 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.
“Oh god
” 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.
“That was
 wow
” 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.
“Hey!” You lifted your head.
“Can we do it again?” He whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
“Yeah
 we
” You started saying, when you noticed he was getting hard again and you giggled “Wait, you wanna do it now?”
“Mhmm, want more. Let's do some more” This time he rolled on top of you, and even though you were a little sensitive, you wouldn’t be crazy to tell him no.
~ ♡ ~ 
The annoying sound of the intercom woke Felix up and he groaned, holding you tighter against his body when you tried to sit up.
“Shhh, it's sunday. Stay here” He murmured, still sleepy.
“Gotta go check, might be important” You told him, gently starting to untangle yourself from him.
“I'm more important!” He protested, pouting and you giggled.
“You're, and that's why I'm going to check and will come right back to you. Okay?” 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. 
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.
“Hey, what's up?” 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. 
“You're creeping me out, what happened?” 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. 
“Wait, wait, wait!” You ran and stopped in front of him, blocking his way. 
“Ha! I knew it!” Jisung squealed, raising his fist up.
“I don’t know what you're talking about” You shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. He leaned closer, raising his hand and touching your hair. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pulled back slightly.
“Are you sure?” He opened his palm and you gasped. It was two little white feathers. 
“So, how was it?” Jisung wiggled his eyebrows, looking at you and poking your sides “I bet it was heavenly!” 
“Boy, shut up!” You shook your head and desperately grabbed his wrist to prevent him from getting there “Don’t go there, it's sacred you know?” 
“Ohhh I know” He teased again, and you bit your tongue. You didn't mean it like that.
“Mind explaining to me why you are suddenly at my house on a sunday morning?” 
“Well, last night while I was putting the box back on the shelf, a card flew out and landed on my face
” He finally changed his plans, walking to the couch and sitting down. 
“Hmm
” 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. 
“Cute, but what's it with the little squares?” You giggled at the censor covering their intimate bits. 
“It’s the passion” He pointed at the golden letters at the bottom. You read it, humming again.
“The passion? And you really want me to believe from all 100 cards, this is what you chose?” 
“78 cards, actually. And I didn’t choose anything, it hit me” He shook his head, pulling his hair back and showing you a very faint bruise on his forehead “See?”
“Hunf, there's nothing here” You touched his forehead with your index finger. 
“Because you seduced an angel”
“Hey, I didn’t seduce anyone. That was totally consensual!”
“That's not what the cosmos says” Jisung shrugged and you smacked his arm.
“Enough of this whole gossip from the cosmos. I thought you were supposed to help people with it”
“And I'm
 that’s why I came here” Jisung rubbed the spot you hit, as if it was hard enough to hurt him anyway.
“Explain
” You whisked your hand in the air.
“So, apparently your little adventure messed up with the universe” He started explaining and you narrowed your brows.
“No way! You think the universe's mad at me or something now because I misaligned it?” 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 “Well, not exactly mad
 but something clearly happened”
“Like what?” You gazed at him with curiosity.
“I don’t know
 I tried to read it, but the cards kept messing up” He shrugged again and ran a hand through his hair “So I came here, maybe if Felix's there then they will say something?”
“Okay, get everything set, I'll go call him”
“Alright”
~ ♡ ~
“Come on, give us some answers” 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.
“Maybe it's not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe they just don't want us to know” Felix said, watching the cards fly again.
“Yeah, if it was bad, they would probably be at my door right now” 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 “Lucy, hi!”
“Hey y/n, I was cooking lunch and accidentally made too much gnocchi. Would you like some?” She raised the pot she was holding.
“Yeah, I'd love it. Thank you” 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 one

The cradle.
~ ♡ ~
“Hey girly, are you hungry?” 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.
“Cute” You quietly chuckled, holding a small knick knack of a dog, you noticed Laila approaching and showed it to her.
“Look, it's you!”
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.
“It’s okay. You're safe, I'm here” Felix soothed you down. You lifted your head, opening your eyes slowly and gazing at him.
“Lixie?” 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.
“Shh, shh
 it's alright” He held you tight.
“It's true!” You tried to speak, still shaking “You really are an angel!”
“I told you so” He chuckled, but you were still in shock. You reached out, fingertips lightly grazing over the feathers and you pulled back, starting to cry.
“No, no, no. This can't happen” You clutched at his shirt, wetting the fabric with your tears “This means you'll leave, they will take you away from me”
“No, y/nnie
 I'm not going anywhere, nobody's taking me away from you” He tried to calm you down, although he didn’t know for sure. All he knew was that he didn’t want to leave, he couldn’t be away from you.
“You
 you promise me?” You hicupped, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“I promise” 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.
“Y/n, Felix, what's happening?” 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.
“Thank you for saving me, today
” 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.
“You don’t need to thank me, baby” His voice was a little shaky already and you found that adorable.
“Ohhh, but I want to” 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.
“Y/n
”
“Ohh I love how you say my name” 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.
“You're so hot
” You whispered against his skin, trailing kisses down his chest, playfully licking his nipple and he whined loudly, making you chuckle.
“Awwn, you're sensitive here” 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.
“Just relax and enjoy” 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.
“Oh baby, I'm so
 sorry, I
” 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 “It’s okay, love. I kinda liked it”
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.
“Are you gonna come?” You batted your eyelashes at him, voice sultry. He nodded, desperate, gripping tighter onto your hair.
“Good!” You smirked again, giving it a hard suck, before letting it slip out of your mouth again.
“Come on y/nnie's mouth, let me taste you” 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.
“Think I need to save you more often” 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 weren’t 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.
“Babyyy, my tummy hurts” Felix dramatically whined, entering the kitchen, benting a little, hugging himself.
“Hmm, let me guess
 you ate all the strawberries that were here?” You grabbed the little basket with just one strawberry and he nodded, pouting.
“Awn love, I told you to stop doing that” You chuckled, caressing his cheek, even though he ruined your baking plans, you couldn’t get mad at him when he looked at you so cutely like that.
Felix leaned closer and stole a kiss. “I won’t do it anymore” He murmured against your lips and you chuckled.
“You promise?”
“No” He chuckled with you, giving you another kiss.
“I knew it. Now, go find something to do, I need to bake another cake now and you distract me” You smacked his butt and walked to the fridge.
“But what if I already found what I wanna do?” He grabbed your hips when you bent, seeking for the ingredients. You shivered, feeling him pressing against you.
“Felix!” You hissed, but he knew you loved when he did that. You straightened up, turning to face him.
“I thought you weren’t feeling good?” You stared at him suspiciously, crossing your arms in front of your body. He came closer, kissing your neck.
“Just got better” He smirked, whispering against your skin.
“You little gremlin” You scoffed, letting him grab your hands and put your arms over his shoulders “I'm busy, you know?”
“Yeah, you've been busy a lot lately. It’s time for a break” 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.
“Mhmmm, seems like somebody was waiting for me?” He broke the kiss, teasing you when he felt the absence of underwear under that cute floral dress you were wearing.
“Surprise!” Your giggle got cut short when he caressed your middle, coaxing a moan from you.
“Such a sweet, jagodica. Never fails to amaze me
” 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.
“Lixie
” You sighed, gripping on his arm, forehead resting on his shoulder.
“Hmm?” He hummed, pumping in and out fast, preparing you for him.
“Need you
” You lightly bit down on his shoulder.
“Need me?” He smirked, Felix loved hearing that, he wanted more “How so?”
“Inside”
“Oh, but what about my fingers?” He teased, pushing further “Isn't that enough?”
“Nuh nuh
” You shook your head, grip on his arm getting tighter and your free hand slid between you, palming him “Want your cock”
He twitched inside his pants, feeling strangled.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t we?” 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.
“No teasing” You pleaded, tugging lightly at his hair.
“No teasing” 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.
“Lixie!”
“Okay, okay. No teasing” 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.
“Does it feel good, love?” He kissed that sensitive spot under your ear. “Do you like it when I fuck you like that?”
You whimpered, nodding “Mhmm
 love it
” And he smirked, sucking on the sensitive skin.
“Mine” He admired the lilac mark appearing there, not resisting the urge to suck a new one a little under.
“All mine
” He emphasized his words with slow but deep thrusts.
“All yours
 forever
” Your legs were getting shaky with your climax approaching.
“Gonna cum, Lixie
 I'm gonna
” You cried out, starting to clench around him. His hand reached down between you, rubbing fast circles on your clit.
“Shh shh, Lixie got you, love
 let it go, come all over my cock”
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.
“I love you” He kissed the top of your head and you looked up at him.
“I love you too, my angel” 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.
“Lixie, hey!” The full moon was already hanging bright in the sky, when a soft giggle woke him up.
“Alma? What are you doing here?” 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.
“I was missing you” She pouted and Felix wanted to squeeze her cheeks for being so sweet.
“Ohh sweetie, I missed you, too” He caressed her hair gently, smiling when she wrapped her little arms around his neck.
“They said you can't go back anymore
” A tear rolled down her cheek and he wiped it. But deep inside, her words gave him relief. He couldn’t go back anymore. His heart felt full. He was going to stay and be with you, forever.
“But I wanted to see you, so Jeongin helped me
” She smiled slightly, happy to be with her friend and he smiled too.
“I hope I'm not causing you both trouble”
The little angel shook her head “It’s fine, I'm already going back”
“Oh, okay”Felix put her back down, kneeling in front of her, he noticed her cheeky smile, staring at him. Alma looked both ways and leaned closer.
“I've got a secret” She whispered and covered her mouth, giggling.
“A secret?” He raised an eyebrow, curious
“And may I know what's it?”
“Don’t worry, you will soon
” She giggled again and hugged him a final time.
“I've gotta go, now” 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.
“See you, Lixie!”
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.
~ ♡ ~
“I'm y/n, feel free to call me if you guys need anything
” You smiled and handed the keys to a new couple that was visiting the island for the first time “Enjoy your stay!”
“Thank you!” 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 ❀: baby, was there something wrong with the brownies? đŸ„č
You: hey love
 no, it was absolutely delicious as always!
You: why?
My angel ❀: 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 đŸ« 
My angel ❀: my poor fragolina đŸ„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 😘
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.
“Heyy” You greeted him, smile getting wider as you looked at the couch and the bowls.
“That's so sweet, thanks love” This time you were the one cradling his face, but instead gave him a sweet peck.
“Don't need to thank me, jagodica” He held your hand, pulling to sit down “C'mon, eat a little. You will feel better”
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.
“Are you feeling better?” He murmured, gently rubbing small circles on your tummy.
“Mhmm, much better” You purred, enjoying his caress.
“Good” 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.
“No way” Felix gasped under his breath, it felt like the more he stared at it, the clear the lilac circle appeared.
“Uh?” You turned your face to him, staring at the blonde with confusion.
“Baby, when did you start feeling sick?”
“I don’t 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 something” 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.
“This isn't funny” You scolded him and he laughed.
“Of course not. This is the best thing that could happen”
“What do you mean?” You were still confused, being pulled by him into a tight hug.
“Baby, you're pregnant” He whispered and you were glad you were sitting and being held, because you'd fall right there.
“No way!” 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.
“Oh my God, we're having a baby!” 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 didn’t 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.
“You're gonna look so cute all round” He murmured, kissing your forehead “She's gonna love you”
“She?” 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.
“Mommy loves you so much already” You murmured and then looked back at him, smiling “And I love you, too. My angel”
“I love you more, my jagodica” He gently held your chin, tilting your head and giving you a kiss.
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Hello!! I adore your Art fics and was wondering if you’d do one with top/dom!Art x Sub!reader and she has a really bad oral fixation throughout her normal day buts it’s especially bad when she’s upset, and she is, also if possible if you could somehow fit in NSFW themes I’d really appreciate it! Once again love love love your work!💕
Sorry if this is gibberish I suck at requesting stuff
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SLURRED, SLIPPY, SHINY.
summary: It’s not new. You’ve 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, “Breathe through it, baby.”
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 wasn’t ignoring it :(! sorry 
 sighs. anyway, i saw “oral fixation when she’s upset” and i immediately felt exposed. why would you call me out like that. do you know how many things i’ve put in my mouth just to not cry?? like it was a coping mechanism. and surprise!!! it was!!! đŸ€Ș and yep
 we’re here now. she’s soft. she’s messy. she’s gagging a little. and she’s regulated by one (1) emotionally available dom named art donaldson. (I WANT SOFT DOM ART) To anon, i’m sorry it took me long. i love you. thank you for requesting this. 💗
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You should’ve grown out of it. That’s what everyone said- quietly, politely, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like it’s just a phase. Just something you’d stop doing once your brain settled, but it’s not. As much as you want it to stop, it didn’t. It started when you’re young, with your thumb, then your shirt collar that you’re subtly putting between your mouth when you’re 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 doesn’t work. You almost broke down when someone asked what it was when you left your bag open. It wasn’t just a habit. You know that. It was need- pressure, focus, quiet. It’s something. It’s yours. Something to help you feel safe. A comfort.
You learned to hide it as you got older. No more thumb sucking (when you’re 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 didn’t. There’s a time you think it’s fading, not until it happened again, when something triggered you.
It’s worse when you are upset, more than the normal things you do. You didn’t 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 you’re eager to suck them off or get fucked. You could always tell when they felt weird about it. They’d pull away. Wipe your chin as if it’s giving them problems. Give you a break you never asked for.
So you stopped letting anyone see it. Bit your cheek. Sometimes it’s 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 didn’t want to explain. It’s too hard to do it anyway. You didn’t want to see that look- confused, a little uneasy, like they didn’t know what you were doing, or why it mattered.
And then you met him. A quiet gala. A borrowed bracelet. A drink you didn’t 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 didn’t know where else to go. The way you lick your lips too much to the point it’s making them dry. You didn’t even realize. But he did.
And for once, someone didn’t 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 didn’t feel like you had to hide.
Now- now that you’re here, curled up on the floor of his penthouse, sleeves damp, fingers trembling, mouth aching for something to hold- he still doesn’t ask questions. Just let you stay there. Not really get you up because he knows your habits by now. And he’s in the middle of a meeting. Remote. Earbud in, laptop open, voice low. Even as he talks about projections and timelines and things you don’t understand but his other hand- his free hand- is resting gently on your face, two fingers pressed into your mouth like it’s second nature.
You keep his fingers warm inside your mouth. You’re curled against his thigh, knees tucked under you, breathing soft and shallow as you suck on them. Slow. Steady. Sloopy. Like it’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart. You’ve already soaked his skin. Spit clings to the knuckle and to your chin. Your jaw aches. Your lashes are wet. You don’t even know how long it’s been.
You haven’t 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 didn’t ask. You didn’t 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 it’s your fix.
You’ve been like this ever since- mouthing and whimpering, drooling quietly while he keeps talking like there’s nothing unusual happening. Nothing at all. Just you. You’re on the floor. His fingers dig deep into you. “
no, we’ll review it again on Thursday,” he says, thumb brushing under your chin.
“I’ll send over the final numbers after this call.” You whine around his fingers- quiet, desperate- and he doesn’t even blink, just looking straight at this damn meeting. “Shh,” he quietly murmurs, barely audible. His pinky strokes your cheek. “You’re fine, baby. Just keep going.”
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 you’re falling.
He doesn’t 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 you’ve done this before. (You do. Multiple times. Like you already trained for it.)
He’s seated in his office chair, laptop balanced in front of him, camera on. Framed from the chest up. Mic hot. Voice calm. Authoritative. Composed. “
 No, we need to revise the it if the acquisition falls through. We can’t afford a delay.” You kneel more comfortably under the desk, hands light on his thighs, cheek pressed to his lap. Like a lap dog. But you didn’t 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.
There’s a pause. “
everything alright over there?” He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t shift. Doesn’t glance down. His voice doesn’t change. He’s acting like you’re not below him. Like you’re not needy. Like you don’t want more of him in your mouth.
“Yeah,” he says. Just a beat. “All good.”
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.
“Come on,” he whispers to you, too quiet for the mic to catch. “Since you’re already shaking.” 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, doesn’t react. “
we’ll circle back on Friday,” he says into the call, calm and smooth, while you suck him quietly under the desk.
He doesn’t know what upset you. Not yet. Not ever since you crawled underneath, since he’s 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 hadn’t said anything. You didn’t 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 you’re 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 doesn’t change. “
that’s fine. Just update them before it goes to legal,” he says evenly. You hum around him like you’re agreeing. Like you’re 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 didn’t. He doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t slow you down. He knows you’ll talk later, after your jaw stops aching and your head clears. Right now, this is the only way you know how to speak. But you’re 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. He’s aware of how you are acting below him. Still, he doesn’t 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. “
yes, I’ll review the contract tonight,” he says calmly to the meeting. “No changes on my end.” 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 isn’t about making you feel better right now. It’s about keeping you still. Quiet. Held. Just content until the meeting concludes. He doesn’t stroke your hair. Doesn’t tell you you’re good. He just finished his work. Lets you stay where you are, sucking on him like it’s the only thing tethering you to the ground. When the meeting finally winds down- just wrap-up and sign-offs- he clicks once, flatly: “I’ll review everything by tomorrow. Thanks, everyone.” And then he ends the call.
Click. Silence. Like he’s 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: you’re not staying down there. You don’t have time to react and you barely get your hands beneath you before he’s 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 you’re afraid he’ll take it all away again. But really? In this state? You’re afraid he’ll do it. His thumb shoved back inside your mouth, lazy and wet, soaking from how long you’ve 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. “You gonna tell me what that was about?” he asks, voice low. You shake your head. Just enough. Too shy to say it. Not ready to talk about it. “No?” he repeats, brow twitching.
You pull off his thumb slowly, spit stretching from your lips, then whisper, “Don’t wanna talk...” 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. “Alright,” he says. “Come get it.”
You’re 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 doesn’t guide you. Doesn’t 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. “There you go,” he murmurs. “Take what you need.” You press your palms to his knees and sink until your lips meet the base, breath catching, tears stinging your lashes. But you don’t gag, you move slowly, adjusting to it even though you’ve done it many times now. He doesn’t 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 you’ve 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 don’t pull away.
You moan- weak, ruined- and he groans softly. “Fuck. You’re really not gonna stop, huh?” Another push, deeper now, hitting your throat. “Not even gonna try.” 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 it’s trying to get something out of you you haven’t said yet.
“You needed this bad, didn’t you?” he murmurs, brushing your cheek, wiping spit from your lip. “What happened, sweetheart? Hm? Who made you like this?” 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 doesn’t stop. Just sighs, voice soft. “There you go. That’s better.” Even when your throat clamps, even when your nose presses tight to his skin and your jaw starts to shake, you don’t 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 it’s 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 you’re still twitching, still open, still aching. You let him caress your face while you rest there, and your mouth is still full, but he’s not moving yet. “You still with me?” he asks, voice quiet. You nod, slow at first, then again, more sure-eager, already needy.
“You want more?” he asks, voice warm, cock still heavy on your tongue. You whimper around it. He smiles. “Yeah? You want me to fuck your throat, baby?” Your eyes widen- shiny, breathless- and you pause like the weight of it just hit you. You know he’s asking for a consent, knowing that it can be overwhelming for you to do it... especially when he fucks your throat, considering he’s above average and thick too. Then you pull off with a wet gasp, gaze locked on his, and say it like a confession: “Yes. Please.” That’s all he needs. “Good girl.”
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 it’s instinct. “Breathe through your nose,” he murmurs, guiding you like always. Reminding you of the same things even though you already know what to do.
“Tap my leg if you need me to stop.” 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 he’s training you. His hand stays in your hair, grounding you while your body adjusts, while your breath learns to shape around him.
You’re 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. “That’s it,” he says, calmly.
“Don’t rush.” 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. “You feel that?” he murmurs. “That’s your limit. We’re not going past it yet.”
Your jaw aches. Spit spills freely now. He lets you sit there, face pressed to the root of him, mouth stretched and wet, like you’re trying to breathe through need alone. “You’re doing so good,” he says, like it’s just the truth. “Making space.” 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. You’re 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.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes, and this time he means it. He rocks forward again, deeper, surer now- committing. You don’t gag. Don’t flinch. Your lips are red and swollen, your throat open and warm, and you’re 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 you’ve 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 he’s looking at you. “Can I go a little faster now?” he murmurs, thumb swiping your spit-slick bottom lip. “Only if you want it.” 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 body’s already answering for you. He groans quietly, settling back in the chair with both hands in your hair, still gentle, still grounding. “That’s my girl,” he says softly. “You’re sure?” Another desperate hum from you. That’s all it takes.
He starts slow again, but this time there’s 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. You’re making a mess, and he loves you like this- loves how badly you want it, how completely you give yourself up to stay full. “So fucking good for me,” he murmurs, breath catching. “Look at you.”
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. “You’re okay,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re doing so good.” And you are. You take it all, steady, obedient, dripping, and let him use your throat like it’s 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. You’re safe. You’re here. And your mouth is where it belongs.
He’s 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. “Gonna come soon,” he murmurs, voice low. “Can I do it in your mouth, baby?” You nod right away- messy, needy, already whimpering for it. You don’t pull back. You don’t even think. Just press closer, mouth slick and stretched and shaking, and he groans when he sees how much you want it. “Good girl. Don’t move.”
He doesn’t 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 don’t stop. You swallow around him like it’s all you’ve ever known how to do. His hand stays in your hair, thumb stroking your temple, like he’s holding you together while you shake. You stay like that even after he’s finished, mouth still parted like you’re not ready to let go.
He slides out slowly, wet and sensitive, and your breath hitches at the loss. His thumb catches what’s 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 don’t know how to close them yet. He says nothing. Just breathes out quietly and reaches for your wrist.
You’re still trembling when he pulls you into his lap, steady but gentle, guiding you into place like he’s done it before. The office chair isn’t 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 you’re 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 don’t speak. You just breathe, quiet and uneven, body limp but safe. The crying hasn’t stopped completely- it’s softer now, more like the aftershock than the storm. Your knees shake. Your mouth aches. Your fingers curl into his shirt like you’re holding onto gravity.
He presses a kiss to the top of your head, voice low against your temple. “Shh. You did so good,” he whispers. “It’s over now.” You nod faintly. He asks if it hurt. You shake your head. “Good,” he says again, lips brushing your hair. “That’s all I care about.”
He doesn’t ask what upset you. Doesn’t press. Just holds you tighter, arms wrapped around your back like you’re something worth keeping still. You’ll tell him later- when your throat doesn’t burn and your heart isn’t 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. “You’re really sweet when you’re like this, baby.”
You hum in response, kissing his pulse once more. You don’t move. You don’t need to.
Then, quieter than anything: “Love you.”
It just slips out- muzzy and honest.
He stills. Just a beat.
Then sighs into your hair, arms holding you closer.
“I know,” he murmurs. “Love you too.”
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luveline · 9 months ago
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jadey you write poly marauders in such a special way it feels so realistic i love it so much đŸ„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 💕💕💕)
thank you for requesting! fem
Remus lays with his head on your shoulder, but he’s not happy about it. James and Sirius aren’t subtle. They’d forced the two of you together and yes, Remus has missed you, but he doesn’t want to speak to you and he’s sure you’re feeling the same. 
You have put your hand atop his, not holding but resting there. He might be forgiven. He hopes he’s forgiven, but he doesn’t forgive you, so. 
James has made Remus’ 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 James’ smug smiling. Each piece he eats is like James’ receiving a job well done, and Potter’s can’t help but preen. 
Sirius sneaks bits of it over you. You don’t eat any, pointedly, your leg on Sirius’ knee and your foot wagging constantly. Restless. Annoyed. 
“Will you be angry with each other forever?” Sirius asks. 
“Sirius.”  
“What? I’m just asking.” 
“You’re being abrupt,” James says. 
Remus sighs until they both stop talking. He doesn’t know how long you’ll be angry with one another. For him it seems to come and go, and it doesn’t always help that James is neutral about it while Sirius’ loudly complains that you’re not yet over it after a frosty weekend. He wishes one of them would’ve backed him up, but then, he can’t imagine how that would feel for you. It’s not like he wants you to be upset. It’s just an unfortunate consequence of the whole thing. 
You’d cried when you argued but you’d been angry, too, quipping at him with a sharp tongue, not afraid to say what you’d felt, just overwhelmed enough to come to tears. They weren’t, 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. 
James had stayed, giving Remus a good hug as he’d murmured, “That got too heated, huh? You okay?” 
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 nobody’s acted very fond these last few days. It’s weird. It’s all off. The love is still there, but it’s like everyone’s afraid of showing it. 
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 shouldn’t be. 
Remus turns his hand slowly under yours. To his relief, you let him do it, sliding your fingers between his. 
He lifts his head a touch. You don’t look at him. Sirius grins from the other side of you, and Remus ignores him. 
You slip further down into the sofa, Remus going with you, the whole group of you tired from a weekend on eggshells. 
Having seemed rather far away for the afternoon, you begin to relax. You force Remus’ 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, “I’m sorry, Lupin, but don’t you ever speak to me like that again.” 
He’d bristle if you didn’t sound teasing. Remus squeezes your hand, turns to see your face, and whispers back. “I’ll talk to you any way I like.” You huff a laugh. He’s so pleased to see a smile on your face that his resentment drains away completely. “I’m sorry, too,” he says. 
You nod at him. You accept his apology as he’d 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. 
“Can we kiss and make up?” James asks. 
“I think that’s usually saved for the arguing parties,” Remus says. 
“We can argue, if you like,” you tell James. 
“Shall we?” James asks. 
Sirius argues with Remus once a week at least —nothing serious— and he knows the potency of a rough makeup kiss, sending him a knowing, inviting smile. “We can argue, Moony,” he says. 
Remus hugs you with one arm. “I’ve had enough arguing. I’m never doing it again.” 
“Good. I’m very tired, playing peacekeeper and all,” James says, slouching away from everyone. “Exhausted, even.” 
“What shall we do to make it up for him?” Remus asks you, having quickly descended into sickly sweetness, a murmur pressed into your cheek. 
“What does he want?” 
“What do you want, James?” 
James sits up. “Well, it wasn’t just me, you know. Sirius has been comic relief two days running. He’s not usually this funny otherwise.” 
“I resent that.” 
“Luckily for you both, there’s two of us,” Remus says.
You laugh, because you know what Sirius will say before he says it. “No!” you say, lifting a foot to kick at his leg. 
“Don’t be so rude,” Sirius says, grabbing you by the ankle. 
James decides you’ll celebrate with a takeaway and Sirius decides he’ll 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. 
“You okay?” you ask. 
“I was about to ask you the same thing.” 
“I’m okay if you are.” 
Remus taps your under the jaw, a little to the left, encouraging you to turn your head. He kisses you on the cheek. 
In the kitchen, James and Sirius giggle like school kids. Somebody gets a good whack in with a tea towel, and the other shrieks. “You thing!” Sirius says. 
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! 💕
You know that moment where you're having an awful time, and some asks "Are you okay?" Or "wmWhat's wrong?" And you just...
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Ya, that's you (and me fr)
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DorianđŸšȘ
●You've been working pretty hard lately. picking up extra shifts, helping the dateables around the house
●It gets so bad that when he overhears an object talking about asking you for help, he won't open the door for them
●You tell him you're fine and that you just need a nap and a quick snack, and you're good
●But 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
●He's actually kind of stunned for a moment
●We all know this man is a little emotionally constipated. He has no idea what to do for a second
●He 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
●You try to speak, but all that leaves your mouth is incoherent whimpering and the occasional word
●He pulls you into a hug, petting your head softly.
"It's alright, love. Take your time"
●It 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
●You tell him about how people at work had been passing their responsibilities onto you and not even thanking you
●He listens attentively as you vent to him for a couple minutes
●You'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"
●Bedroom Dorian stays with you, taking a rate break from guard duty to cuddle
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MacđŸ–„
●They notice you've been a bit socially drained lately
●It's been ages since you've interfaced with them.
●One 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"
●You spend time talking and watching internet videos
"Is everything alright?"
●You 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
●But then... oh no... one of those "soldier comes home to see their very happy dog" videos
●It 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
●Mac stops the video and quickly wraps their arms around you, tucking your head under their chin and cradling you
●After a while, you've cried yourself out and explained the awful time you've been having at work the past couple of days
●They listen, occasionally sharing comforting words
●You try to get back to videos, but you're so tired from work, and the mini breakdown you fall asleep on Macs shoulder
●They kiss your head and get Betty to take you to bed for well-deserved sleep
●The 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"
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Betty🛌
●When you started sleeping less or having trouble falling asleep, she noticed right
"Is everything alright, lover?"
●You promise you're fine, just a little busy with work.
●She knows you're lying, but not wanting to push too hard, she decides to wait until you're ready
●One 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
●You can't hold back and burst into tears
●All it takes is a subtle look, and everyone leaves your bedroom, giving you privacy
●She lays your head on her lap and pets your head softly
"My poor darling, it's alright, let it out"
●Your sobs are slightly muffled as you're facing her stomach (maybe the pillow is her stomach? Crying into your pillow and stuff)
●After 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?"
●You 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
●After 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?"
●She leaves to tell the other housemates to give you a break and returns to hold your sleeping form close until the next morning
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Mateo🐈
●As someone who constantly takes on a LOT of responsibility at once, Mateo sees that same tired look in your eyes rights away
●He invites you to come see the inanimals, knowing that (when they don't have zoomies) they often calm you down
●As you sit on the floor, you're hounded (hehehe) by the inanimals, all trying to get affection from you
●He 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.
●Tears fall from your eyes, and you can't seem to stop them. The inanimals begin sniffing and softly headbutting you, trying to comfort you
●He has to weave through the inanimals to get to you
"What's wrong? How can I help?"
●You 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"
●After a while, you're able to calm down and tell him about your awful day
●He 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?"
●You spend the rest of the day cuddled up with Mateo (and the inanimals)
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paucubarsisimp · 3 months ago
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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! 💗💗
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...
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yourusername thank you so much melbourne, you were amazing đŸ«¶ next up: the european leg!!
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yourbestfriend gorgeous 💕💕
yourusername all you love <333
user1 pretty girl!
user2 omg i was there and i had literally the best time đŸ„čđŸ„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 😭, she's literally from milan and her family lives there
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yourusername home 🇼đŸ‡č🍝🍕
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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
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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 💔
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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caption: principessa â€ïžđŸŒ·
yourusername updated their story
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caption: amore mio â€ïžđŸŒ·
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kimiantonelli mi principessa ❀❀yourusername
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yourusername ti amo baby ❀
kimiantonelli ti amo bella ❀
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... đŸ€«đŸ€«
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yourusername i love you, im sorry and daylight is out now!!
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kimiantonelli daylight sounds amazing baby ❀
yourusername inspired by you tesoro ❀
alexandrasaintmleux the lyrics in daylight are so beautiful mon amour đŸ„čđŸ«¶
yourusername thank you so much alex, i love you đŸ«¶đŸ«¶ 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 ❀❀ kimiantonelli yeah yeah, love you too đŸ™„â€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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taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @joaosnovia, @levidazai, @ilovebarcaaaa, @malinamagdalena, lmk if you want to be added!
don't forget to leave a request!
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jeonginsleftcheek · 11 months ago
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Your biggest fan
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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 auđŸ«¶đŸ» also, my first full seungmin ficđŸ„č💕
check out: Masterlist
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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sprite-writes-fanfic · 11 months ago
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Thomas Hewitt being obsessed with his chubby S/O 💕
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Hey guys it’s me, today was a really productive day and to add to that I wrote this, I’m feeling hella good right now, I sincerely hope y’all enjoy, I’m dipping my feet back into slasherfics <3
Word count: 750
CW: 🔞SMUT!! MDNI!!🔞 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, he’s 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 he’s 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. He’ll 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. He’d 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 wouldn’t 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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1d1195 · 5 months ago
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Pucking Rookie VI
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Read Pucking Rookie here | ~8.5k words
From me: last part for now 💕 thank you for all the support on this 😍
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?
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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 didn’t 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 weren’t 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.
“Y’look more comfortable on y’skates.”
“Mm,” she shrugged. “It’s getting easier.”
Harry noted that she had seemed a bit more introverted the last couple of days—a little more withdrawn. Something was clearly bothering her, and he couldn’t quite place it himself. Callie flirting with her didn’t even faze her (although it certainly fazed Harry). When she directed the guys to pose, her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t joke about Asher’s good side (or lack thereof, in Harry’s opinion—especially when Asher insisted that she tell him he had a good side). At The Locker Room she didn’t laugh as much, and she didn’t invite Harry inside when he made sure she got home safely. “Rookie, is something wrong?”
“No.”
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. “Talk t’me, Rookie,” he encouraged.
She took a deep breath. “We’re going to play The Wolves,” she reminded him. Harry had seen the schedule; he knew the game was coming up.
What did that have to do with anything? “Yeah,” he nodded. “So?”
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. “I don’t want you to get into it with Kael.”
Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Is that what you’re worried ‘bout? Why you’ve been so quiet the last few days?” She shrugged and looked away from his face. “Rookie, do y’think distancing yourself from me for a couple of shitty days is going t’make me less likely t’fight that sorry excuse for a man?” She glanced at him briefly, her cheeks turning pink under his assumption. His very correct assumption. “Bunny,” he frowned.
She sighed heavily. “It’s just... you’ll get in trouble, and I don’t want that, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I can barely handle it when you get checked into the boards. I’m always worried you have a concussion,” she grumbled.
Harry felt a tug in his chest over her sweet words. “You like me, Rookie," he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
She glared at him. “Shut up, I do not.”
“You care about me.”
“I 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.”
He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at her. The flirtatious smile left his mouth. “S’not the same way y’care ‘bout Callie, Rookie. Not even a little.”
“You’re so ridiculous about Kian, Harry.”
“Stop calling him that. And quit distracting me,” 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. “You like me, Bunny.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Of course I like you Harry,” she rolled her eyes as she mumbled the sentiment.
“Yeah, but you like-like me.”
“Are you six?”
He ignored her fake insult and leaned in to peck her cheek. “I like-like you too,” he whispered in her ear.
She shoved him gently, but her cheeks remained flushed with color. “You’re insane.”
He took her hand and tugged her toward him to continue skating. “I don’t care ‘bout Crowe,” he said quietly. “I don’t want y’worrying ‘bout me over him. The last time we saw him... hopefully that got the message across,” 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. “M’worried ‘bout you seeing him again.”
“Well, I’m going to wear my number eleven jersey,” she smiled brightly at the thought. Harry thought he had won MVP, the championship game, all rolled into one. “So maybe you’re right. Maybe he’ll get the message.”
The face-splitting grin was back. “Yeah?” 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. “Didn’t think y’would be one t’make someone intentionally jealous.”
She shrugged. “If you don’t want to be part of my plan, I could always wear Niall’s jersey, or Lang’s, or even Cal—”
“Do not finish that thought, Rookie,” he growled and pressed her face into his body where she laughed silently against him, shaking as she giggled. “You’re mine.”
*
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. Harry’s 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 wouldn’t distract the team.
“Is she good?” Charlie asked Harry.
Harry glanced toward the other end, finding her immediately in black and silver. “Think so,” he shrugged hoping it wouldn't be too obvious he was in love with his coach's niece.
“Styles,” Charlie’s 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.
“Coach?”
“You’re going to take care of her?”
“With my life, sir,” 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. “You hurt one hair on her head, I’ll bench you for the rest of your career.”
Harry smirked and nodded. That wouldn't be a problem. Harry would welcome it. Plus, he appreciated the approval. “That seems fair t’me.”
“If you hit Crowe a little too hard today, I’ll look the other way. Or chip in on the fine.”
Harry smiled brightly. “You got it, Coach.”
*
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 Kael’s 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 didn’t want a single penalty (well, that wasn’t true. He wanted to knock every single one of Crowe’s 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 wasn’t going to fight Crowe.
Fortunately, Harry’s 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 didn’t let a single one of Crowe’s 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 didn’t 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 Harry’s 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 wasn’t 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 Crowe’s team was down by two, so it was sure as hell a win in the Chargers book. But Harry wasn’t celebrating until the piece of shit was off the ice.
With no one in the Wolves’ 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 couldn’t help but notice how big her smile—not 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 enemy’s ice.
“Enjoy my sloppy seconds Styles.”
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. “What the fuck did you say, Crowe?”
“Harry!” Niall shouted skating back onto the ice almost instantly. Camera flashes from every angle ensued.
“Styles!” Ray shouted from nearby.
“It’s not just talent and ability you want from me, you have to take my girl?”
“She’s not yours, you piece of shit,” Harry was gripping his stick tight, talking through gritted teeth.
“Harry!” She screamed—her voice was far away but Harry could pick it out of a sea of people.
“You couldn’t find your own girl, had to take mine. Don’t worry, I stretched her out for you. She’s a good lay—” 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.
“Crowe, walk the fuck away!” 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.
“Charlie!” She shouted, her voice was closer but not close enough.
“Harry don’t do it,” Callie begged. “Walk away," he tried to plead calmly. "Go get her and you can take her—”
“That’s right listen to every one of your teammates and that naggy bitc—”
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. “Hey, look at me,” she begged her eyes a bit wild.
“Bunny—” He started his teeth clenched together. "Get out--"
“Cute, well you got one thing right, Styles. She’s a dumb little puck bunny.”
She shoved Harry as much as she could while he tried to get away from her gentle touch. “Sweetheart,” Asher warned.
Crowe laughed. “You sleeping with the whole team, baby? One whole team to replace me?”
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. “Your problem is with me, Kael,” she snapped. “So, if you’re going to pick fights, pick it with the person you have an actual problem with, you coward.”
“I’m not the one calling you a puck bunny, baby. They are. You must like it if they all call you one,” he teased with a shrug. He knew she didn’t. She said it all the time while they dated. “That’s what you get for riding dick like it’s your job, Bunny,” his tone was antagonizing. Who was he trying to get a rise out of? Was it Harry? It couldn’t have been. Harry was already pissed. Was it her? Maybe. She already hated him.
“Get off the fucking ice!” 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. “You’re nothing but a groupie, baby. When Harry’s done with you, you’ll come crawling back. You have nothing.”
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 team’s energy and made everything different since her arrival.
“Kael, just stop. Leave me alone,” she hissed.
“Or what, baby?” He taunted. “Your group of fuck buddies will go after me?”
“Watch it,” Harry snarled still straining against Callie and Asher.
“Let’s go,” she whispered, pushing her hands into Harry's chest behind her. He slid backwards a little to create more space between them. “This isn’t worth it,” 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!” She yelped.
“Oh, fuck no,” Harry growled lowly.
“Shit,” 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. “Let go of her fucking wrist, Crowe,” Niall said putting a hand on her back.
“You have two seconds to let go of her,” Lang added at the same time.
“Let fucking go of me,” Harry thrashed against his teammates.
She bent awkwardly trying to get her arm back, gasping at the pressure he pitted against her so effortlessly. “HEY!” It was Ray who shouted. “That’s enough! Crowe, let go of my niece or I’ll kill you!”
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 Kael’s 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 wasn’t 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. “Everyone off the fucking ice!” 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.
“Are you alright, Sweetheart?” Callie asked.
“Shut the fuck up, Callie,” Harry snarled.
“Harry,” she whispered.
“Jesus, Styles, I just wanted—”
“Shut. Up.  Don’t ever get in my way like that Calloway, not when she’s—”
“Harry,” she repeated stronger as she nearly had to race to catch up to them on their long legs—even with skates. She grabbed his hand, still balled into a shaking fist. She gave it a gentle squeeze. “Kian isn’t the bad guy here,” 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.
“Sorry, Callie,” she whispered, squeezing his arm which made Harry huff out a breath and look away. He strongly considered snapping his stick in half. Again.
“It’s okay, Sweetheart. We all get a little crazy about you,” he smirked. “Harry,” he nodded and headed into the locker room. She turned to Harry to remind him that his teammates weren’t the problem, ever.
“Are you alright?” 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. “Yes.”
“You’re sure?” Harry asked, taking a heaving breath. His hands were still shaking at his sides.
She nodded. “I’m fine,” because she was. There might be a bruise on her arm from the grip he had, but she wasn’t in pain anymore. He didn’t break anything (which was a horrifying thought) but it wasn’t any less true. “Please go change, I want to get out of here,” she urged. Harry’s 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.
“Are you—”
Quickly with an awful realization, she touched her neck. “Oh fuck, I left my camera,” she grumbled rubbing her hand over her face.
Charlie was staring at her just as unsurely. “I’ll have someone go get it.”
“No, it’s fine,” she shook her head. “I need the walk, the air,” she sighed.
“I have a press conference. I can skip it. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Positive. I’m sorry I caused all this,” she frowned. “I really feel like you didn’t ask for any of this with the team.”
“Hey Sweetheart?” He put a hand on her shoulder. “I always hated Crowe,” he smiled. “You 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.”
“Well, we have a whole season to prepare for that,” she smirked sadly. “Thank you, Uncle Charlie.”
“Anything for you Sweetheart. Go take a few breaths,” he squeezed her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Wish you slapped him; you earned it,” 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 couldn’t 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 Charlie’s advice, she continued breathing deeply. Hoping to calm herself from the inside out. She was glad she didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t know how the guys got checked into the boards all the time. Even with padding on that had to have hurt—and 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. “You’re a lot more vulnerable without a hockey team behind you.”
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. “Kael,” she gasped as the air slowly returned. “Let me go.”
“You were good for my image, baby,” he crooned. “Didn’t you like living the luxurious lifestyle?” 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. “You have no power here,” 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.
“Stop,” she begged squirming to get away from him.
“You’re 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,” his voice was low, threatening. If it wasn’t 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. “You’re nothing, baby. You’ve got nothing.”
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 didn’t 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. “You’re nothing but a groupie, baby. You’ll always be a dumb puck bunny.”
“Please,” she croaked, gasping for breath. Her squirming wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t notice she was trying to reach for his hand. He must have assumed she was trying to escape. It didn’t 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.
“What the fuck!” He growled yanking away instinctively. She didn’t 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 wasn’t going to lose that.
Without really noticing where her feet carried her, the locker room burst open before her. She couldn’t even see because her eyes were blurred over with tears. She choked out a sob as the door shut behind her.
“Bunny?” 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.
“Oh hell,” Asher whispered. It was quiet then, no one moving, or speaking.
“Harry?” 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 wouldn’t even know. Her vision wasn’t clear enough to see an inch in front of her.
“Bunny?” He repeated, his voice closer, his hands gently caressing her face. A massive juxtaposition to how Kael held her moments before. “Kitten,” he turned her neck ever so gently inspecting every inch of her face. “What happened?”
“H-he broke m-my camera,” 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.
“I’ll kill him,” but it was Niall who growled out the sentiment. Before another word could be uttered, she heard the locker-room door open.
“Oh fuck,” Lang was quick to follow.
“Bunny,” Harry crouched slightly to meet her gaze. “Kitten, what happened?” 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. “Fuck, Bunny,” he frowned. His lips found her ear. “Did he touch you?” 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. “I’m gonna kill him,” Harry’s voice was so low and so terrifying she shivered.
“Please don’t leave me,” she sniffled.
He groaned and tightened his grip on her. “Y’killing me, Rookie,” he mumbled.
“I just want to go home, please,” she begged her voice breaking.
His heart broke. “We’re heading to the hotel soon, and I’ll drive y’home when we land, Bunny, I promise,” he assured her. The thought of leaving her alone was repulsive. Almost as much as this whole moment with Kael.
“No... take me home with you,” she whispered.
Well, if there was one way to keep him sane, he supposed that would be it. “Take you home?” He repeated. “My home?”
She nodded. “Please, I don’t want to be away from you.”
Make that, two ways to keep him sane.
*
She refused to say what he did specifically. He didn’t 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 wasn’t 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.
“Did that help?” He asked.
She nodded but held the towel out to him. “I don’t know where to put this,” she avoided his gaze which had to be next to impossible because Harry couldn’t tear his away from her. He took the towel and tossed it toward the corner of the room where his hamper lived, although he hadn’t done laundry in a week, and so the towel fell off the side to the pile beside it.
“Bunny,” he murmured. “Look at me please,” he whispered.
She shook her head, her eyes welling with tears. “I’m so embarrassed, I’ll cry again.”
“Y’have nothing t’be embarrassed ‘bout, Rookie, love,” his voice was gentle, he reached for her hip and pulled her toward him, opening his legs so she fit between his thighs. “What did he do?” 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.
“You’ll get mad,” she whispered.
“M’already mad, kitten,” he reminded her.
“What is with you and the animal names?” Her voice was soft.
“You’re an adorable creature, Bunny, I don’t have a choice,” he smirked, spoke just as quietly as she did, but not falling for her dodging what he wanted to know. “Don’t distract me,” he brushed his fingertips softly along the outline of her face.
“You’ll be mad at me.”
“Never, Rookie. M’never mad at you,” he hoped he sounded as reassuring as he wanted to be. It was true. He was never mad at her.
“I bit his finger,” she mumbled. “Really hard.”
Harry tilted his head. “You what?”
“He...” she swallowed and pressed her face into the space of his shoulder and neck hiding. “He was choking me,” 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 wouldn’t be scared. “And I couldn’t move and... and I just needed the right angle, so I bit his finger. Really hard. I tasted blood,” she explained.
Harry chuckled despite everything. “Good girl,” he pulled her to him and squeezed her tight. “And y’came t’me?” 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.
“I didn’t want anyone else,” her skin turned the slightest pink. “Is that okay?”
Harry’s heart softened. “Yeah, Bunny. S’really okay,” he assured her, then he pulled her back against his shoulder, tucking her into his embrace. “The guys couldn’t find him... the coward,” he snipped.
Harry felt a smile on her lips warm his skin. He grinned half-heartedly and swayed her gently. “For the best,” she admitted. “I like your room,” she whispered glancing around. “Maybe I will take it.”
“S’fine with me,” he shrugged.
She stared at him pointedly. “I don’t want to live here for free.”
“Oh, come on, Rookie I have a hundred rooms with nothing in them.”
“I won’t live here for free.”
“Fine, but you’re not paying rent-prices. Y’can buy groceries or pay the electric bill. Or maybe the Internet bill. But not all three.”
She laughed and shook her head. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re keeping the car.”
“Certifiable.”
*
“Harry, are you awake?” She whispered.
“Mmm,” 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.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Bunny,” he whispered quietly shaking his head. “Y’never have t’thank me. Not for that.”
“I do though,” she sounded like she was nodding. “I don’t know why you like me so much. Like... from the start... and still. I’ve been nothing but trouble.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t think s’true. And does that matter from the start?”
“I don’t know... it never really happened to me before...” she trailed off. “Kael and I were just around each other for a while—got 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 I’m just worried that if... if you do like me—and I do believe you when you say you do—it will change because it changed for him. I’m not that special, you know? I’m not a celebrity. I just take pictures and—”
Harry sighed, if he was visible in the night, she would see him rolling his eyes at the ceiling and shaking his head. “Y’know I had a bunch of contacts for women for all the different cities we visit, right?” He interrupted. It wasn’t the best segue in conversation, and it probably wasn’t 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. “Yeah...?” 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 wouldn’t 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 I’ve met—
“Harry,” she said softly.
“Open one,” he offered.
She shook her head. “Harry, you didn’t do anything—I don’t want to go through—”
He reached over and tapped on one of the messages.
—a really lovely girl and I want to take it seriously. I won’t be contacting you anymore... You were a great person to know. I wish you all the best. Xx Harry
“Harry,” 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 đŸ“·đŸ‡
She bit her lip.
“I think ‘ve been waiting for you, Rookie, love. I never wanted someone more,” he put his phone back. “M’not kidding. I’ll wait forever,” 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. “Rookie?” He asked tentatively.
“Uh... yeah?”
“Here you go,” he handed her a drink—her favorite coffee and the man left.
She blinked. “How many times have you been here?”
“I was instructed to come every half hour with a fresh drink and wait five minutes until you answered,” he explained backing toward his car. She smirked sipping it. It was delicious.
“Did he pay you at least?” She called tapping her fingers against the plastic.
“Excessively!” 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.
“Do you like chicken noodle soup?” She asked. “I know that sounds silly, because it’s a classic. But because it’s 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 haven’t had any since, I think. But on a whim, I had some last week, and it was literally the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten,” 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. “Did y’clean?” 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. “I know you hate when I do stuff like this, but I was really bored. I shouldn’t 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 isn’t even that dirty, and I think I’m the one that tracks in all the snow and dirt from the pond,” 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. “Are you mad?”
His gaze was unmoving from her face. He tilted his head toward the laundry room, the sound of the dryer humming from the hallway. “And laundry?” He asked.
Now she felt like she was in trouble. “Well... 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,” she shrugged. “You’re mad,” she frowned. “I was just trying to do something nice.”
“Dishes?” He jutted his chin toward the empty sink.
“That’s on you for leaving them. You know I love dishes.”
“Grocery shopping?” He hummed.
“I figured if I’m going to live here, I may as well chip in since you won’t let me pay for—”
“What’s this?” 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.
Harry’s 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 didn’t 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.
“Oh, I thought they were cute pictures, and we could put them—” Harry put the frame down, turned toward the stove and flicked the burner off. “Harry...? What are you—”
He then faced her; he slid his hands along both of her cheeks. Gently, he tilted her neck, so her eyes met his. “My pretty, pretty Bunny,” 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. “Y’can tell me t’stop, Rookie, love. I don’t want t’rush it.”
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Oh Bunny, y’never have t’beg for me, ever,” 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 Harry’s 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 didn’t know it was going to be so instantly addictive. But he shouldn’t have been surprised.
She was a little unsure how it happened—too 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.
“God Bunny,” he groaned and peppered kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “I’ve wanted this for s'long.” She shivered feeling overwhelmed with his desire. Harry had a way of making her feel special and she should have known kissing him wasn’t going to be the exception. She was nearly out of breath and didn’t know how Harry could keep kissing her. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered into her throat.
“Harry,” she whispered.
He moaned. “Oh, Rookie, y’say m’name like that m’gonna be done for. What d’you want, Bunny? Y’can have whatever y’want... anything. S’yours.”
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. “Nothing, I just... like—”
He groaned again and brought her lips back to his, kissing her so passionately it ached. “I like you so much, Bunny,” he whispered, his mouth dragging along her skin. “I don’t want you t’go. Please don’t close yourself off from me. I’ll do anything.”
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. “I won’t, I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.
“Oh, thank God,” he sighed and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms beneath her, supporting her weight and carried her to his room.
“Harry, baby, you gotta slow down,” she giggled.
He moaned or growled. Perhaps a little of both. He tucked his face into her neck again. “Y’call me baby, m’not gonna live.”
She laughed. “Oh, you have to.”
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 didn’t know how anyone could betray such a sweet, perfect person.
“M’gonna kiss every inch of you,” he promised.
“You’ve been awfully patient, Harry. Don’t you want to jump to the good stuff?” Her cheeks warmed once more as she asked.
He shook his head. “No, not even a little. I want every single second of you. Every single kiss. I’d wait forever for you, Bunny.”
She didn’t deserve him, but she would happily keep him. “You’re too good,” she whispered cupping his face and stroking her thumbs along his cheeks. He rested his forehead against hers as he hovered beside her.
“M’not Rookie. You’re too good. Exceptionally intelligent, creative, and deliriously beautiful. My schedule is all kinds of fucked,” he reminded her. “I never had a girlfriend because I can only give you five months.
She smiled. “I’m literally with the team all the time, Harry.”
“But when y’open your studio, y’won’t be.”
“I’m not opening a studio,” 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. “Of course you are, Rookie. Y’have too much talent t’be wasting it on a group of rowdy hockey players.”
There was a wave of pride that bloomed over her. His unwavering support and constant belief in her. She grinned. “Harry Styles," she sighed. "You’re incredible. Number one twice for sure.”
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. “Thanks, Bunny,” he smiled and kissed her again lingering and holding her face in his hands like he never wanted to let go. “You’re pucking perfect.”
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