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[ask-the-all-consuming-void]

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The tremors have stopped.

The shattered world.... It has.... stabilized....?

Are its pieces whole again....? Or have they grown used to existence apart....? I cannot tell.... not from here.

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Something is approaching the void. No—five somethings.

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....They have drifted out of reach.

Hm.

[hyunniesgirl]

I wanna be yours

Pairing: Bangchan x fem!reader

Summary: it was all a game to him, until all he could think about was you. He wanted to have all of you. Ruin all of you. Love all of you.

Or, the one where Chan is a cocky asshole who's going out with you just for fun and ends up falling in love.

Slightly inspired in the movie 10 things I hate about you.

Genres: angst, smut, fluff

Words count: 10,991

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This content is +18 ONLY, minors do NOT interact!

Warnings: Corruption kink(kinda), dry humping, fingering, blowjob, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, pet names(princess, baby), Chan is cocky as fuck(and I'm here for it, stan cocky Bangchan), reader gets kinda insecure close to the end(let me know if I missed something)

A/N: should I be answering my requests or updating my series? Yes, did I spend too much time in a super long self indulgent oneshot? I did. It was supposed to be just smut with corruption kink 😭 turns out I can't write the porn without the plot.

It all started as a game for him. He just didn't guess how much you would mess with his head.

Bang Chan doesn't care much about college, with a promising career in music, he's just attending classes so his parents won't nag him too much.

That means he's bored all the time.

So when Jeongin, his youngest friend, begged him to win his girlfriend's sister over and date her for a bit, he almost accepted right away, yearning for some fun. But he didn't, not before knowing who you were.

That's how he ended up here, trying to find you in the middle of communication class. He didn't need to look too much, from Jeongin’s description, he could find you in the blink of an eye.

“A pretty girl, probably wearing black or some neutral color and she'll probably be in a corner. She's very shy, when you speak to her don't be too straightforward, you may scare her”

The way Jeongin described you didn't show any ill intent and he was always a good guy, that's why Chan considered accepting his offer in the first place. He must have his reasons for almost kneeling in front of his friend, asking for him to date you.

Chan sits behind you, observing every movement you make. You're indeed pretty and you really are shy. He notices how you want to raise your hand every time the professor asks a question, but you always hesitate and someone speaks over you. Every time you try to speak, some rude person cuts you and instead of getting mad, your face turns red and you shrink in your seat, trying to make yourself even more invisible.

There's something about you, Chan can't tell what it is, but it's something amusing about how you behave. Someone like you could have every guy in this university wrapped around your little finger and every girl wanting to be your friend.

As soon as the class ends, Chan sends a text to Jeongin, telling him he will do it. He doesn't waste time, waiting for everyone to get out of the classroom while you're still collecting your things.

“Hey”, he says out of nowhere, making you jump and look at him with huge doe eyes. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you”.

He kinda did want that, though, curious to see how you would react, he thought maybe you would raise your voice and curse him, but you reacted as calmly as possible.

“It's okay”, you mumble.

You keep organizing your things, trying to ignore his presence.

“So, I wanted to ask if you can let me borrow your notes”, he asks, making puppy eyes.

You turn back to him and Chan can almost see the gears turning inside your head.

“Why does he want my notes if he just attended the same class?” It's written all over your face.

“I pulled an all nighter studying for another class and kind of dozed off earlier”, he lies, smiling sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck.

You stare at him for a bit, pondering if you should say yes, actually, let's be real: can you even say no?

This is Bang Chan, handsome and popular, everyone knows him and the other two guys from 3racha. The last you heard, he didn't care much about classes since he's already progressing in his music career so you still don't understand why he wants to borrow your notes.

“Yeah, okay”, you nod, deciding to agree so this conversation can be over soon. You pull your notebook out of your bag and hand it to him. “Just make sure to give it back by next class”

“Sure, thanks”, he gives you a big bright smile that makes you gulp while staring at him, just a few minutes in his presence and you already know something very important: this man is dangerous.

You look around awkwardly, not knowing what Chan wants more. He's just standing there, staring at you.

“I'll get going then”, you sigh, feeling exhausted by this whole interaction.

You turn around, walking to the door, leaving Chan there, dumbstruck. Jeongin was right, you have no social skills, but you're much more entertaining than he made you out to be.

—

You're having lunch with Yuna, your sister, and Jeongin, her boyfriend, in the cafeteria. You like spending time with them, they are probably the only people you feel comfortable around in this university.

You met Jeongin three months ago. Your sister came home giggling like a child on Christmas, sat on your bed and told you she got a boyfriend.

You ran to your door, closing it after checking that your parents weren't around. There's only one rule in the house: your younger sister must not date before you do.

Your parents are not conservative or anything like that, they just had you two later than other parents, so they are very overprotective. You don't know exactly the reason why they set this rule, maybe it's because they are sure you're never going to date.

Yuna is your best friend, she was a sickly child so all those interactions and fights that normal sisters have, you didn't. You spent most of her childhood and a huge part of yours by her side in the hospital. Fortunately, she was able to go back to a normal life by the time she was becoming a teenager, she was always a social butterfly even in the hospital everyone loved her.

You always thought it was unfair that she had to wait to have a boyfriend simply because you are not interesting enough or can't even hold a conversation properly without stuttering, but there was nothing you could do about it. You even tried arguing with your parents about it but it always ended with them telling you to forget about it.

You see Jeongin waving to someone, something is off, they never invite anyone to eat with them. A tray is settled by your side and you look at the person who sits in the seat next to yours: Bang Chan.

“Hello again”, he smiles at you, a handsome smile with dimples showing and everything. He greets the others after.

You look at Yuna and Jeongin, she is frowning just like you and her boyfriend is eating like this is an ordinary situation in your daily lunch.

“Hi”, you sister answers, “I don't think we met before”

“Oh, yeah, I'm Bang Chan!” He stretches his hand so she can shake it. “Jeongin is an old friend and I have communication class with y/n”

“Ah”, she nods, looking at her boyfriend. You stay in silence, playing with your food, waiting for Jeongin to send Bang Chan away.

“Babe, I forgot I have a project due tonight”, Jeongin says, slapping the palm of his hand on his forehead. He stands up, “can you help me? Chan will keep y/n company.”

No. You don't want him to keep you company. Your eyes widen and you stare at your sister, trying to send her a mental signal so she won't let you alone with him.

What you don't see, it's that she has already caught up on the way Bang Chan is looking at you and she might think she understands what's happening.

“Okay, yeah. Take care of her”, your sister says, smiling apologetically to you while she gets up and follows Jeongin out of your sight.

You should just throw your food away and go to the library, maybe you can eat a sandwich.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” You hear Bang Chan's voice before you can put your plan into practice, turning around to look at him with the most terrified face he ever saw on someone. “Ouch, does the idea scare you so much?” He jokes.

“Why would you want to go on a date with me? We just met yesterday”, you point out, holding yourself back so you won't just stand up and run away.

“I find you interesting, it's just a date so we can get to know each other better”, he shrugs. He's so nonchalant about it, while you're freaking out inside.

“I don't think that's a good idea, I'm not good at keeping conversations, you'll get bored”, you say frantically. You just didn't expect him to laugh.

“I can do all the talking, I love to talk"

Chan knows this move is risky and there's a high probability you won't accept, but he just felt like asking you at that moment.

“Are you sure you won't get bored?” You ask.

His eyes widen and he nods, are you really considering it?

You are, obviously. You bet no one could ever guess, but Bang Chan is your ideal type, actually he is probably everyone's ideal type.

He has the kindest smile you have ever seen and the way his eyes turn into crescents when he's smiling makes your legs weak. He met you yesterday, but you know him since 3racha performed in the university’s festival last year. Since the first time you two crossed paths, everything about him, appearance wise, seemed appealing: his dark eyes, his smile, his dark curls, his broad shoulders and his muscular body. That's why you freaked out so much when he spoke to you yesterday, you never thought he would give you the time of day. So you would be dumb to reject his offer.

“Okay”, you nod, handing your phone to him. “You can put your number there, I'll text you so you can save my contact”, you say and he stares at the device for a few moments before picking it up and typing his number.

This was easier than he thought.

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“Do you have pepper spray with you?” Your mother asks for the 30th time in the last hour.

“Yes, mom. I'm going on a date with another student, he's not a criminal”, you tell her and your father tsks.

“There are alot of students that commit crimes”, he says.

“I know”, you sigh, “don't worry, I have pepper spray, emergency numbers and I'll turn on my localization”

Your sister is watching the scene unfolding in front of her, while she chuckles.

“You shouldn't laugh, if I start dating you will go through the same thing when it's your time”, you whisper at her and she sighs.

“You're not going to this date just so I can officially date Jeongin, right?”

You grin.

“You think too highly of me, I'm not that selfless”, you hear the sound of a horn in front of your house, “I'm going on this date because he's hot”

Chan thought you were pretty in your everyday clothes but after seeing you ready for your date he just couldn't take his eyes off you. You're wearing a little sundress with thin straps holding your much too generous and low cleavage. Your hair is down and your lips are red with lipstick.

He's waiting for you outside of the car so he can open the door for you, but when you stop in front of him, he just doesn't move.

You frown, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Are you okay?” You ask and he snaps out of his daze.

“Yeah, you're just too pretty”, he tells you honestly, “I just couldn't believe I'm so lucky”

You feel your skin hotter, you're sure your whole face must be red like a tomato.

The restaurant you are going to have dinner at is a bit further than you thought, it takes at least one hour by car to get there.

“Were all the places close to the city closed?” You try making a joke and he smiles.

“Considering your personality, I thought you would like this place better”, he tells you while you go in. A person greets you two, leading you inside. There's no open space, the building is full of rooms and you're guided to one of those. There's a glass wall in the back of the room with a view to a lake and a waterfall, there's colorful lights everywhere, making it even more beautiful.

“So, when I was searching for a nice place to go on a date, I came across this one.” Chan starts speaking and you notice there's a small stove on top of the table. “There's no attendants, so we will cook our own food and only call them if we want more servings”, he explains, pulling the chair so you can sit.

“Oh”, you feel a weird feeling on your stomach, are these the butterflies your sister told you about? You never knew something like this existed and the fact that he was attentive enough to take your shyness into consideration while choosing the place of your date makes you melt inside. “Thank you”, you tell him after sitting.

You don't shut up the whole night. This is the first time you feel so comfortable with someone other than your family.

“So, you want to work with entertainment?” He asks surprised.

“Yes, I really like the whole thing about managing an artist, it sound exciting”, you smile happily, “who knows, maybe one day I can manage 3racha”

“You have heard 3racha?” Chan asks, surprised.

“I really like your music”, you tell him, “besides, everyone knows about you guys”

“Yeah, but I didn't know you knew about us”, he smiles charmingly, leaning on the table while clasping his hands. “So does that win me some points? Maybe a kiss?”

You already are red because of the wine, now you feel your whole face hot. You're already feeling a bit out of it, not drunk enough to make a bad decision but definitely drunk enough to lose a bit of your shyness.

“I don't know how to kiss”, you say simply, no further explanation.

Chan almost chokes on the air he just breathed, he didn't think you would be so blunt about it. Curiously, he finds your innocent face while saying that too enticing.

“I can help you with that”, he says, tilting his head and winking.

“Would you really?” You ask and he nods. “Like now?”

Chan didn't expect that to happen so soon, especially with someone as shy as you. But he won't refuse your offer.

“Are you done?” He asks, eagerly, standing up and you nod. Chan stretches his hand to you, waiting for you to hold it.

He takes you to his car, helping you get in and fastening your seatbelt. He's not in his right mind, not at all, he didn't even drink so why is he so excited? He doesn't think he ever felt this way about a kiss. He drives for a while, looking for the drive in movie theater he had read about while looking for the restaurant.

After fifteen minutes he parks his car behind others, there are a lot of people there to watch the movie.

You have your hands on your lap, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. It's so endearing how innocent you are.

“Would you like to take a seat?” He asks and you frown, looking around and then looking at him. You are already seated.

He tilts his head, chuckling and patting his lap. You nod so fast, it's embarrassing. He smiles, seeing you climb on top of him, legs are over the cup holder, you're using him as a literal seat.

“You never kissed anyone?” He asks, while you adjust yourself on top of him, his breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps rise all over your body. You shake your head, feeling a bit insecure, what if you are no good?

Chan bites on his lower lip, shifting a bit so you won't feel his hardening cock under you, you're just too cute, too sexy.

“Okay, I'll go slowly, we can stop anytime you want”, he tells you, brushing his hand on your arm all the way to your neck, making you close your eyes to his touch. He pulls your face closer, touching your lips with his, it's warm and soft, it feels like heaven.

He brings his other hand to your cheek, caressing. He pulls back a bit, just enough so he can speak.

“Open your mouth for me, baby”, he tells you and you obey instantly, feeling his lips back on yours. His tongue brushes against yours and you whine, lifting your hands to grab on his shoulders to steady yourself, causing your ass to rub on his cock. Chan groans, making you flinch, did you do something wrong?

He notices your hesitancy, so he slides his hand to your waist, squeezing you in reassurance.

“Are you sure you have never done this?” He asks playfully and you smile, shyly.

“Can- Can we do it again?” You whisper, making him chuckle. Dear god, would he be able to stop this with just kisses?

“Did you like kissing me, princess?” He teases, seeing you blush. Chan wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer. He lands a kiss on your exposed collarbone, tracing kisses up to your neck.

“You smell so good”, he tells you before leaving a kiss on your jaw, then on your chin and finally a peck on your lips.

“Must taste even better”, he thinks, smiling to himself.

Your phone starts ringing, taking you two out of that hazy atmosphere. You feel embarrassed now, not believing you actually acted that way. Going back to your seat, you pick up the call, it's Yuna.

“Mom and dad are freaking out because you stopped moving for too long”, she whispers. Shit, you forgot your localization was turned.

“Tell them you called Chan and I'm alright, my phone just died”, you instruct her.

“Yeah, got it, just hurry”

Chan probably heard the conversation, but you still feel upset that he started the car right away and drove fast back to your home.

When you arrive in front of your house, you're not sure if you should kiss him goodnight or just wave, both are awkward options for you, so you go with the one you want the most.

You grab his arm and pull him closer to you, kissing him on the lips. Chan is quite surprised with your bold action, but he won't complain, he can't get enough of your lips.

“I will text you when I get home”, he says after pulling away and you nod.

You get out of the car and walk to your door, stealing glances at Chan. He's giggling at your antics, watching until you are safe inside your house.

He should be thankful to Jeongin, he's finally having a good time.

—

Chan is taking his mission seriously, he's texting you everyday and even stopped seeing all his fuck buddies. This is the closest he ever got to a relationship, but you're not official yet.

Especially not when you're avoiding him like the plague when it comes to meeting face to face. You answer his texts normally but he has to literally hunt you down so he can find you in this damn university and if you see him before he sees you, it's game over, you'll hide immediately and he has to begin his search all over again.

This time, though, he caught you off guard. You are at the library, seated alone, trying to focus on the book you have in your hands.

He smiles to himself, knowing you can't escape anymore. Chan leans over, caging your body with his two hands around you, gripping the table.

“I missed you, baby”, he whispers and you shiver, feeling butterflies on your stomach.

“H-hi”, you say, closing your book and taking a deep breath.

You will not try and pretend you didn't hide from him for almost a week. But that's not your fault, it's your brain's.

After Chan left you home, you ran to your room, still feeling all tingly and hot from kissing him. Since Yuna didn't come to your room you guessed she was already asleep, so you took your makeup off, took a long bath and snuggled in your nice sheets.

The thing is: you had the most lewd, filthy, awfully good dream that night. You could never even say the things Chan did to you in that dream out loud.

You woke up sweaty, heavy breathing and panties soaked, this never happened to you before.

You just couldn't look at his face after that, you felt dirty and guilty with having those thoughts about such a nice guy.

“Am I wrong or were you avoiding me?” He asks, not moving from behind you.

“No- I wasn't”, you turn around to look at him, bumping into his face too close from yours. He glances at your lips, biting his lower one and chuckles. “I was just, hm, kinda embarrassed”, you tell him, aware that he's going to know right away if you try lying.

“Embarrassed about what?” He asks, tilting his head.

“I don't know”, you look away, trying not to give in and tell him about your dream.

“I think you should come to my place so we can talk about it”, he says and you choke on your own spit, struggling to function correctly. Did he just ask you to go to his house? Just you? And him? Just the two of you?

The apartment is not far from the campus, it's a maximum twenty minutes walk. The building is nice and modern, it absolutely matches what you had imagined Chan’s place would look like.

His apartment is huge, it's not possible that he lives there alone.

“I have three roommates, Jisung and Changbin you already know and Hyunjin, he's an arts major”

“Hwang Hyunjin? I know him, he's friends with my sister”, Chan nods, he forgot your sister dates Jeongin, she probably knows his entire group of friends.

“Do you want to drink something?” He asks, looking at you while you walk around the living room, looking at every corner but not at him.

“Water is fine”, you say, looking at some pictures he has with his friends. He always has that breathtaking smile that makes all your insides turn around.

“What about watching a movie?” He asks out of nowhere, sitting on the sofa. He looks at you, an arm resting on the back of the sofa.

“Sure”, you walk to him, sitting on the far corner. Chan has to bite back a laugh so you won't feel embarrassed, do you really think it's so easy for you to get away from him?

He turns on the movie, adjusting himself on his seat. You're really trying to pay attention to what's going on on the screen, but you just can't. Not when Chan's scent is all over the place, making you remember about your dirty dream.

He knows you're restless, he can see you fidgeting by his peripheral vision.

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asks, turning his head towards you, with a smirk plastered on his lips. “Maybe you can sit here again, I'm sure you are going to like it better”, he pats on his lap.

You feel your face red.

“Stop teasing”, you mumble, pouting, “that's not nice”

He chuckles. If you're not coming to him, he has no problem going to you, so Chan slides his body closer, making you stare at him with a frown.

He raises his hand to your face, cupping it and caressing your cheek.

“Tell me you don't want this, princess, I'll stop”, he says. But you want this more than anything in the world, how could you not?

You lean a bit, trying to close the gap between your mouths. Oh, how much Chan missed your soft lips, he felt almost like going through a withdrawal staying so long without kissing you.

You learn fast, your mouth opens right away after your lips touch. In a bold move, your tongue is the one to look for his first, making him groan. He puts his right hand on your thigh, squeezing it harder than he predicted, but he didn't predict the bite you would give on his lip at that exact moment.

Chan grabs your hip, pulling you up to his lap, this time with a leg on each side of him. You're looking at him in that innocent way when all he has on his mind are the dirtiest thoughts. He caresses your thigh, sliding his hand to grab your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“Will you tell me now, why you were embarrassed? You looked pretty fine when I left you home after our date”, he asks and you blush instantly, oh, you forgot about the reason you are here. You can't tell him about your dream, you'll die of embarrassment if you do.

“It was- nothing”, you lie, avoiding his eyes. Chan noticed this already, you always look anywhere but him when you are lying to him.

Maybe he'll have to make you tell the truth.

“Really?” He says, skeptical. “Then you were just being mean? Playing with my feelings after just one date?” He's teasing, he knows you'll give in eventually, it's just a question of time.

“No, I wasn't”, you argue, with a frown on your face, your lips shut tight in a pout.

“Baby”, he calls, your legs would definitely give out if he called you like that while you were standing. “I don't like liars”

Chan slides his hands up to your ass, grabbing a handful and pulling you closer. You can already feel something hard beneath you, making you shift and adjust on his lap, involuntarily seeking some friction. Your core is aching, just by staying so close to him.

“I'm not lying, that's mean”, you try changing the subject and he chuckles.

Chan comes closer, lips brushing against yours, his breathing hitting on your mouth, everything just making the wet spot on your panties grow bigger and bigger. He kisses you, a nice and soft kiss with his tongue caressing yours gently.

Chan notices that you're moving your hips slightly, trying to feel his cock. He smiles during the kiss, pulling away while putting his hands on your hips, guiding your movements to be harder.

“Hm”, you whine, feeling his hard on giving you the friction you're looking for. His hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer into a kiss again.

You never felt this way, like ever. You did masturbate but it's different to do it with another person. It's just so good to feel Chan's touch on your skin, his breathing, his muscular arms holding you. You feel your orgasm coming, you can't believe you're going to cum by just rubbing yourself on this man.

Chan knows you're almost there, that's when he grabs your hips steadying you, not letting you move further. He earns a whine from you, an angry look on your face.

“I will only let you keep going if you tell me why you were embarrassed and avoided me”, he says cockyly and you shake your head, trying to move again but his grip on your hips is too strong.

“I don't wanna”, you tell him.

“Then, I guess you won't be cumming today”, he shrugs. “At least, not with me”, he smirks to your face becoming even redder.

“You're such a meanie”, you whine, pouting, still trying to move again but he just won't let you.

“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” He tilts his head.

You ponder for a moment, what should you do? It's not going to end here, if you don't tell him right now, you're sure he won't let it go.

“I- I had a dream”, you start, trying to gather some courage.

“Uhm”, he nods, “what about it?” He asks curiously, feeling strangely aroused by the way you're looking around, lips pulled into a line and the way you're speaking leads him to believe you're talking about a wet dream.

“Li- like one of those dreams”, so he was right, did you have a wet dream about him? That's interesting.

“Hm, you'll have to be more specific, princess”, he pushes, “I don't think I know what you're talking about”

“I mean”, you groan, dropping your head to his shoulder so you won't feel his eyes on you. “A sex dream… with you”, you whisper.

The grin on Chan's face after you finish saying that, is priceless. He can feel his cock twitching, he's eager to know more.

“Tell me more about it”, he presses, “I really wanna know what happened in that dream that left you so embarrassed”

“Please, Chan. Don't make me say it”, you beg, but he's not having it. He likes seeing you blushing and struggling to talk dirty, it's endearing.

“No can do”, he grabs your shoulder to pull you away so he can look at your face. “I promise I'll give a nice reward if you tell me”

You nod. If he won't drop it, then you have to try and earn something over your embarrassing situation.

“I- like- you ate me out”, you start and he smiles, he would indeed love to do that. “And I s-sucked you off, it was nice”, you stumble over your words in each sentence. Chan can only feel even more turned on, your lips are so soft, he can't even picture what it would feel like to have them wrapped around him.

“Keep going, princess. You're doing great”, he reassures you. Chan loosens the grip on your hips, guiding your movements back and forth once again.

“And you said all these dirty things to me, I can't say it out loud, please”, he smirks, pulling you even closer and pressing your covered core against his cock.

“Did I tell you how good it felt to have your pretty little mouth sucking on my cock?” He asks playfully and you nod, feeling the warmth creeping in your face again while that tingly sensation grows bigger in your lower stomach.

“Did we fuck?” He asks, feeling himself getting closer to cum too.

“Yeah”, you nod frantically with your eyes closed shut. “You fucked me on all fours and in this same position too”, you tell him.

“Oh? Did you ride me? Did you like it?”

“I did”, you struggle to make your voice come out, feeling too light headed to even speak properly.

“There's something more, right, baby?” He feels his cock throbbing, he's almost at his limit.

“Yes, you- you choked me a bit, I liked that”, and that sentence was enough to make Chan reach his orgasm, being followed by you right after.

He can't believe he really did cum in his pants, like a fucking teenager. It's your fault actually, how can someone make him cum like this and still look angelic and innocent? Like you never told him he choked you and you liked it, even though it was a dream.

Chan kisses you eagerly this time, his chest is feeling hot and he feels a weird sensation on his stomach.

“You shouldn't feel embarrassed about this kind of thing”, he tells you and you nod, because it's true, “if it makes you feel better, I'm sure I had worse thoughts about you”, he smiles, seeing you blush.

“Like what?” You ask, curiously.

“Oh, I won't tell you”, he shakes his head, “you would never look at me again if you knew all the dirty things I wanna do to you”

—

Another week went by and now you were not avoiding Chan anymore. He follows you around pretty much all day at school, stealing kisses and pulling you to empty classrooms to have make out sessions.

It's time for him to meet your parents, it's not something he ever did, he never dated anyone after all. It's a Wednesday night, he brought flowers and a bottle of wine. So five minutes before the set time, he's knocking at your door.

Your sister opens up, greeting him but you're nowhere to be found until he hears your voice from upstairs.

“Is he already here?” You sound panicked and your sister giggles.

“Yes! Hurry up”, she says and Chan hears something falling and making a weird noise. It was not loud enough to be a person so he's not worried you fell, but he finds it funny to think about you nervously stumbling around.

When you show up at the top of the stairs, he has to blink a few times to actually believe you're real. You look so beautiful, showing your nice legs in a short skirt and your shoulders in a tank top.

“Hey”, you greet him, looking at the things he has in hands and he finally regains his composure.

“Hi”, he gives you a peck on the lips, “this is for you” he hands you a bouquet of red camellias.

You stop for a second, you never received flowers. Before you can answer him, your father's head is popping out of the living room.

“Why is it taking so long for you to bring this guy inside?”, he asks grumpy, he's not too happy about you dating but there's nothing he can do about it.

Chan straightens himself, walking to your father to greet him.

“Good night, sir. I'm Bang Chan”, he clears his throat when your father doesn't say a thing, just staring at him. “I brought this for you”, he shows the wine bottle and your father takes it.

“At least you have good taste”, he nods to the wine bottle Chan stole from his father's collection.

He turns around, shrugging to you and you smile, listening to your sister's chuckles. You take his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers.

In the living room there's a woman that looks too much like you and your sister to not be your mother, she smiles kindly at you two.

She's less intimidating than your father so Chan's greetings to her are less awkward this time. As time goes by, your parents warm up to him, making jokes and even telling him about your childhood.

“The night went great”, you say while walking Chan to his car. “Thank you for coming”

“Your parents are great”, he says, leaning on the door of his car. He takes your hands in his and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you for inviting me”

He looks so good tonight, his dark hair is carefully styled and he's wearing much more formal clothes than usual, making him look like a prince.

“Can I have a good night’s kiss?” He asks, slyly, seeing you eyeing him up. You nod, putting your hands on his chest and closing the gap between your mouths. Chan's hands slide from your waist to your ass, squeezing slightly, he can't get too into it since he won't be able to go further than a kiss tonight.

You pull away from him when you have to breathe, his lips are so inviting you could kiss him all night long.

“I will see you tomorrow”, he tells you.

There's something wrong with his heart, it's beating so fast he thinks he may be dying. After driving away from you, he calms himself a bit. It's not possible that you were the cause of that reaction, right? This is supposed to be fun, he only has to date you for a while and then break up, no strings attached. So why does he feel such hurt in his chest after thinking about leaving you?

After one more long and sleepless night Chan realized something: he is in love. This feeling snuck in so unexpectedly he didn't even notice he was falling in love. Chan never fell in love before, so he can only guess that this is how it feels to love someone.

He notices every little detail about you, he jokes around all the time waiting to hear you laugh about something he says. Chan likes the way you smell, the way you smile, the way you just look at him so focused while he is speaking. He is in love with your personality, your cleverness, your kindness, your beauty is just a bonus that makes him even more in love with you.

He wants to confess to you, ask you to be his girlfriend, to never leave him.

He even asked for your sister's help to make something for you, maybe a song, he can definitely make something beautiful and romantic for you. Maybe he can cook too, he wants to make you feel appreciated.

He's waiting for your class to finish, seated on the bench in front of the classroom while scrolling through his phone.

He feels someone sitting by his side and before he can look, a kiss lands onto his cheek. Chan puts his hand on his face, blushing and you laugh seeing his reaction. You two did much more than just a kiss on the cheek, why is he embarrassed about it?

“Did you miss me?” You ask him and he rolls his eyes.

“Of course I did”, he grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers. “Should we go to my place?” He asks and you nod, standing up, pulling him to get up too.

It's still a bit weird that you two are together, you never thought liking someone as much as you like Chan could actually happen to you, you could even say you're in love. The only thing that still makes you doubtful is the fact that he didn't ask you to be his girlfriend yet, you have been going out for a month and you do everything together, so why hasn't he made it official?

You still have many questions in your mind, sitting on Chan's bed while he makes popcorn and you choose the movie you're watching tonight.

He enters the room, closing the door and turning off the lights, two water bottles and a huge bowl in his hands.

“What movie did you choose?” He asks, but you can't hear it, your mind is too loud. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Are we exclusive?” You ask out of nowhere, ripping the air out of his lungs.

“Yes”, he says firmly, “do you want to be with other people?”

Chan asked that, but he's holding his breath until you answer him, hoping you're going to deny. For a moment, you don't say a thing and seeing you hesitate makes his heart ache.

“No, I-” you try speaking, trying not to sound ridiculous, “I want to be exclusive, I just don't know if you want that”

Chan takes a deep breath, putting the things he has in hands on the nightstand.

“Of course, I want to”, he takes your hand into his, bringing it to his mouth so he can kiss the palm. He's feeling guilty, he's taking his time preparing a nice confession but you're feeling insecure. “I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't want things to get more serious”, he climbs on the bed, getting closer to you, “let me show you that you're the only one I want, hum? Can I?”

You suck on your teeth, knowing exactly what is about to happen but you just can't say no to him, let's be real, you don't want to say no to him. So you nod, making him smile.

Chan is eager to have you, he has been for weeks, just waiting for you to be ready to give yourself to him. He cups your face, pulling you closer and kissing you.

He helps you lay down on the bed, towering over you while landing kisses down your neck. You feel him biting on your shoulder and he brings his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. His hands travel around your body, making you hotter.

“You're so pretty, princess”, he says, kissing your chest. You whine, he's taking too much time to get to the place you want the most.

“Channie”, you whisper, “please, touch me”, you ask him.

His smile grows bigger as he mumbles “your wish is my command”. Chan unbuttons your pants, pulling them down your legs, throwing it someplace in the room.

He slides his hand down to your core, your underwear is soaked. He pulls your panties down your legs and brushes a finger along your folds, collecting the wetness before inserting a finger inside, you arch your back to the feeling. It's delicious, but it hurts a bit. It's different from how it feels doing it alone.

“Is this okay?” He asks and you nod. “You're such a good girl, baby, all wet and ready for me.” He whispers, getting closer to your face again. I'm going to put another one”, he tells you. The sensation it's too much already, his fingers are too much.

“Chan”, you moan, “I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that”

“Oh? But I didn't even get to the better part”, he answers pressing his thumb on your clit, making circles.

“Fuck”, you whine.

His smirk grows while he keeps the movement of back and forth inside of you. Before he can tease you more, your legs are shaking and your tight hole is clenching around his fingers. You put your hand on your mouth, covering it so you won't make a loud sound, but he doesn't like that. He wants to hear how well he's fucking you.

“Let's not do that, okay? I want you to be loud, want to hear you scream my name” He says, pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them on his mouth. He comes closer, kissing your neck and face, helping you calm down after your orgasm.

Goosebumps rise all over your body, his kisses feel like fire on your skin, you thought you'd feel less horny after cumming, but you're still so turned on.

Chan kisses your chest, opening your bra. You feel embarrassed when he sees you completely naked.

“You're still dressed”, you point out, face red.

He gets out of the bed immediately, taking his shirt off and his pants too, crawling back to you in only his underwear. His cock is hard, outlined by the thin fabric of his boxers.

You feel the urge to touch him, maybe taste it. So you grab his length, making him groan.

“What are you doing, princess?” He asks, eyes closed from the pleasure of having your beautiful hands wrapped around him.

“I want to make you feel good”, you tell him, pushing his chest and making him fall on his back on the bed. You kiss his neck the same as he was doing to you, suddenly feeling possessive and sucking on the skin, leaving a few hickeys there.

You go down, kissing his chest and stomach, getting closer and closer to his throbbing cock. You pull his underwear down and his cock spring on your face.

“I just- you need to teach me”, you tell him. How can you look at him with such innocence in your eyes when you're about to suck him off?

“Hold the base”, he instructs, “now you can go up and down with your hand.”

 He feels your movements, making him groan. You are bolder than he gives you credit for, since you lick the head of his cock without being told to. You wrap his dick with your mouth, waiting for the next command.

“You can go up and down, princess, yes, like that” he moans, feeling his cock being embraced by your warm mouth.

Chan feels like exploding any time now, weeks of pent-up sexual tension being released. He sees you rubbing yourself on his bed while sucking on him, that just makes him crazier, he wants to make you feel good now, he can let you do the same for him another time.

“Baby”, you hear him say and you stop your movements. “I won't be able to last long with your soft mouth doing that, I need to feel you around my cock”

You nod, letting go of his cock and climbing up, stopping on top of Chan.

“I wanna be on top”, you say confidently.

“Let's do it slowly okay? I don't want to hurt you”, Chan tells you and you agree.

He grabs the base of his cock, brushing the head on your folds, trying to wet it enough to make it easier for you.

It feels like heaven when his cock finally slides inside of you, you're so tight he feels like he can cum at any moment.

Chan sees the pain in your eyes, he doesn't move, “do you want to stop?” He asks worriedly, putting his hands on your hips to stop you from moving but you shake your head.

You keep pushing it in, trying to relax. Chan kisses you, massaging your breasts to help you relax a bit.

When the painful part is gone and you're feeling all the good sensations back, you don't think you can stop, it's too addictive. You start riding on him freely, hands taking support on his chest and head thrown back, the pleasure is just too much, you'll be coming soon.

“Fuck, you look so good riding me, princess”, he says, feeling his own high almost catching him.

“Oh, Channie, I'm gonna cum”, you whine, fastening the movements of your hips, “please, oh, your cock feels so good”

For someone who couldn't talk about a wet dream a few weeks ago you sure talk dirty in real life, Chan chuckles, feeling you clenching around him and when you squeeze his cock for the last time he cums too, filling you up.

You collapse on top of him, breathing heavily. Your eyes are heavy, you're not sure if you can stay awake. Chan caresses your back and plays with your hair, making you fall fast asleep.

You wake up feeling just a bit sore. You're on cloud nine, the night was amazing. When you open your eyes, there's no one in the bed with you. You wrap yourself in the blankets trying to find and collect all your clothes scattered around the room.

The delicious smell that embraces your nose the moment you step out of the room, is enough to make you drool.

Chan is in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but sweatpants and an apron. That's right, he's shirtless. You're feeling bold today, so you get closer to him wrapping your arms around his waist in a back hug.

He lets out a laugh, putting his hand over yours and turning off the stove. He turns around, hugging you.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, kissing your forehead and you nod, snuggling in his embrace.

“Why didn't you wake me earlier? I woke up missing you”

“Ow, my baby is so needy”, he teases, making you pout. “I was making you, breakfast”

“Hm”, you look at what he was cooking.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, a bit worried, it was your first time after all.

“I'm doing great”, you smile, “just a bit sore, but it's nothing”

He nods, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you around.

“I'm happy to hear that”, he kisses the top of your head, guiding you to take a seat on the table. “Let's eat so we can go for another round then”, he smirks.

—

“Jeongin is coming here today?” You ask your sister and she nods frantically while fixing her hair.

“He's coming to ask dad's permission to date me”, she giggles excitedly.

“Alright”, you smile seeing your sister so happy.

You're the one opening the door for Jeongin while your sister is getting ready, he's clearly nervous but he's trying to keep his smile.

“Hey!” You give space for him to enter, “Yuna is almost done”

He nods, looking around. Your sister comes down minutes later, leading Jeongin to the living room.

Your father is less hostile to him than he was to Chan, maybe it's because Jeongin is adorable.

After an hour of conversation, you go upstairs, you have a date tonight and need to get ready.

The memories from your night with Chan flood your mind making you giggle and kick your feet, they have been your most cherished thoughts lately. It's a struggle but you finally end your bath after probably an hour.

You walk back to your room, you're already late. However, you stop in front of your sister's room when you hear voices being a little bit too loud.

“You did what, Jeongin?” your sister's voice is a pitch higher than usual.

“I didn't think things would get out of hand”, Jeongin answers, are they fighting?

“In what world did you think that was a good idea?”

“I was desperate, I'm not proud of that”, he answers back.

“There's no excuse for you to ask Bangchan to date my sister”, she tries speaking lower but you still can hear them. Your whole world crumbles with that one sentence, what does she mean by that?

“I didn't do it to be mean, I know how hard it is for your sister to get to meet new people, I thought it would benefit the both of us”, he tries explaining. Your heart is beating too fast, the throbbing in your ears grows stronger and your legs are giving out.

“How am I supposed to tell her now? She is so happy” Yuna cries out. “Don't come any closer, get out of here”, you panic instantly, they can't see you there. But you're too slow, when you finally manage to move Jeongin is swinging the door open. He stops on his tracks, turning white on the spot.

“Y/N-”, he tries to speak, but you run to your room before he can say anything else.

You can't believe this is actually happening to you, you thought that someone finally liked you but everything was a lie? That's not possible, right?

You are going to go to Chan, you two have a date, and he is going to tell you that Jeongin is lying, that he was just joking.

The uber to Chan's apartment doesn't seem to show up fast enough and the ride there couldn't be slower. You're restless, fidgeting with your fingers and shaking your legs.

You pay the man, practically running out of the car and running upstairs. The person who opens the door is not Chan but Changbin, you met him a few times when you were visiting the apartment.

“Hey, y/n”, Changbin greets you. “Chan is not home, but he will be here soon, I heard you have a date”, he says, letting you in.

“I'm going to wait for him in his room”, you tell him, too disturbed to worry about proper manners.

You walk back and forth in the room, anxiously waiting for Chan's arrival. You hear his voice after twenty minutes, he's talking to his friend in the living room when Changbin tells him you're there.

You can hear the fast footsteps leading to where you are, you take a deep breath, trying not to cry.

“Hey, baby”, Chan smiles at you, dropping his bag on the floor and walking towards you with open arms. “Did something happen?” He stops, noticing your face.

You stare at him for a minute, brows knit together and eyes trying to find the least bit of sincerity in the time you two spent together.

“Did you ask me out as a favor to Jeongin?” You ask and his standing falter, how did you find out?

“L-let me explain”, he says, taking a step closer to you.

“So you did”, you feel the tears trying to escape from your eyes.

“Please, just… just hear what I have to say”, he asks, trying to hold your hand, but you pull away from him.

“I don't want to hear a thing from you”, you tell him, running your hands through your hair.

It really was all a lie. How could you be so dumb?

You walk past him, trying to get out of the room, go anywhere but there. But Chan grabs your arm, making you stop in your tracks.

“Please, don't leave”, he begs. You feel a pang in your chest, but it doesn't make a difference since you're already hurting too much.

“You have no right to ask me that”, you pull your arm out of his grasp and walk out of the apartment.

It would be too humiliating to enter the uber while bawling your eyes out, so you decide to walk. You walk for a long time before your feet start hurting and your eyes are burning from how much you cried. You can't believe you really let yourself fall pray to such a scheme, you thought you were smarter than that.

It's obvious you only fell for it because it's Chan, you were attracted to him since the first time you laid eyes on him. You try to believe that it wouldn't be that easy to trick you if it was anyone else.

After at least two hours, you finally reach your house and you're feeling utterly miserable. You greet your parents and walk upstairs, anxiously searching for your room so you can finally let yourself fall and cry as much as you can.

Your sister is seated on your bed, biting on her nails. She stands up as soon as she sees you.

“I'm really sorry”, she says, teary.

You sigh, feeling the weight on your chest even heavier.

“It's not your fault”, you tell her. You start to undress, looking for your pajamas so you can snuggle on your bed until all of this passes.

“I shouldn't have started dating before you”, she whines.

“I don't blame you, so stop doing that to yourself”, you say, even though you feel a bit of resentment because Jeongin likes her truly, he likes her because she's her. Of course no one's going to like you, you're… you.

“But”, she bites on her lower lip, not sure if she should say this, “I think Chan really likes you-”, she stops talking when you give her the meanest glare you ever threw in someone's way.

“I don't want to hear it”, you say.

“He even asked help so he could confess to you in a way you would like”, she continues.

“I'm not going to repeat myself”, you say and your sister knows that tone too well, it's better for her to stay silent for the time being. “If you're done, I would like to be alone”

Yuna nods, glancing at you all the way to the door.

You collapse on your bed, finally able to cry your eyes out without people looking at you in a weird way. This is the moment you realize how much you love Bang Chan, the pain you're feeling is greater than anything you ever felt in your whole life, you truly don't think you'll be able to survive this.

Chan is an idiot, he knows this and you are right to never look at his face again. But even though he knows you're right, he can't accept the thought of you leaving him.

He tried calling and texting you, you blocked him. He tried talking to your sister, she cursed him out and told him to leave you alone. She and Jeongin are on bad terms right now but they didn't break up yet.

He tried to find you in the university, but you didn't show up for the entire week, he just doesn't know what to do.

“You are an idiot”, Hyunjin says after listening to the whole story, “you should have told her about it while you still had time”

“I didn't know I was in love”, Chan runs his hands through his hair, “not until it was too late”

His friend sighs, he just can't see Chan like that anymore. He's just miserable, he looks like he's dying and Hyunjin doesn't doubt it could actually happen at this point.

So as a good friend, he takes this matter into his own hands and calls your sister, trying to convince her to listen to Chan and maybe forgive Jeongin too, Hyunjin is tired of him whining all day long.

“Did you really call me here for this?”, Yuna asks, ready to grab her things and go home.

“Hear me out, okay?” He says. “I know what they did was wrong but they regret it, Jeongin even told you about it”

She huffs, crossing her arms.

“He told me because I was talking about how Chan wanted to ask y/n to be his girlfriend”, she says. “He felt guilty, he would have never told me about it otherwise”

“Chan really likes y/n, he really wants to be with her”

Yuna sighs, she knows that. There was no way Chan could fake the way he looked at you.

“She's not going to believe that”, Yuna says, “y/n is heartbroken, she's not even going to her classes. She just stays in her room all day, crying’

“There's nothing better to fix her broken heart then”, Hyunjin points out, “let's help them meet, they can talk things out that way”

“She doesn't want to see him”, Yuna sighs, “but I do think this is the best solution”

“Okay, I'll text you the day and time, just bring y/n, Chan will take care of the rest”

Yuna nods, collecting her things but before she can stand up, Hyunjin's voice sounds again.

“About Jeongin-”, he starts, but she cuts him off right away.

“This whole mess started because of Jeongin”, she takes a deep breath, “after y/n and Chan resolve this matter I'll see what I'm going to do about him”

Yuna turns around, leaving Hyunjin there. At least he got Chan a chance, he can't save everyone.

Chan can't take it anymore, he has to see you. So he musters all the courage he has and goes to your house. It doesn't help that it's 2 a.m. so everyone is sleeping, except you it seems, since there's light coming from your room.

He begins throwing rocks at your window, trying to make you notice him and after a few tries he sees your face popping out.

Chan wishes he didn't come at all, your face is puffy so he knows you have been crying and the way you're looking at him, it's just awful, he feels despicable. More than he has felt all this time without you.

“What do you want?” You ask, at least you didn't ignore him.

“Can you come down for a bit?”

You sigh, you don't actually want to, but you're afraid he'll make too much noise trying to convince you to go down and wake up the neighbors or even worse, your parents.

You close the window, he knew it would be hard, that you wouldn't want to see him. Before he can turn around and walk away, Chan hears the sound of the front door opening.

You are in your pajamas, holding yourself trying to protect your body from the cold air.

You stop in your tracks, looking at him with an intense gaze, like you can read all his thoughts and know about all his mistakes.

“How have you been?” He asks and you scoff.

“Are you here to survey my mood? I have been feeling like shit, what about you?” He remembers the first time he talked to you, how he wished to see you mad, now he regrets that. He never wanted to see you mad at him.

“I'm not well either”, he says.

You sigh.

“Now that we know how each other is feeling, you can go”, you tell him.

“Can you let me explain?” He pleads.

“Did you start dating me as a favor for Jeongin?” You ask and he sighs, nodding. “That's all I need to know, I would appreciate it if you don't come looking for me anymore”, you say, turning around and going back inside. Tears start running down your face while you go back to your room, when will this pain subside?

—

You are finally back at school, after moping around all day at home for an entire week, you decided it was time to get back to your life. Staying at home just made you feel worse, you didn't have a thing to distract yourself so you ended up thinking about Chan the whole time. That only weakened your resolve to forget about him, you avoided coming to school because you knew you would give in if he tried to approach you.

Your day goes by fast enough and you just want to go home to lay on your bed. You feel your phone buzzing, it's a message from Jeongin. You were so angry with Chan that you forgot to block him.

He should be begging to meet Yuna, so why is he asking to meet you? Maybe he wants your help to fix things between them.

You don't know why you decided to meet him, maybe it's curiosity to know why he did such a thing to you or maybe you want to look at his face and curse at him.

He arrives at the cafe at the set time, looking around for you and walking towards you when his eyes lock with yours.

“Hey”, he says, sitting in front of you. You don't say anything back, not in the mood to be polite.

Jeongin sighs, he expected this much.

“I wanted to talk with you about this whole situation, believe me I didn't mean to hurt you even though it ended up happening in the end-”

“I considered you my friend”, you say making him stop talking.

“I- I'm”, he says, voice a pitch higher.

“Friends don't do what you did”, you say and he nods.

“I know it was an ill executed plan, but my intentions weren't bad, I swear”, he tells you.

“And do your intentions matter if I was the one hurt in the end?” You ask, angrier now.

“No”, he answers. “I'm truly sorry, I swear, I just caught you staring at Chan more than once. I thought this would be good for us both but I was clearly wrong”

You huff, exhausted. You start collecting your things to go home but you hear Jeongin's voice once more.

“Chan really likes you, he fell in love with you”, he says and your heart skips a beat, it shouldn't be behaving like this, not after the heartbreak you are going through.

“I don't care, he lost his chance”, you answer firmly, even though you know it's not true.

“Are you sure?” Jeongin asks, “are you sure you won't regret it? Not let him explain or not hearing him out?”

You glance at him once more, before standing up and walking out of the cafe.

Your mid terms are finally over, that means, you don't have anything to study so you're stuck with your thoughts. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, it's a message from Yuna, asking you to meet her in the arts department.

You reply, saying you'll be there in a moment. What is she even doing there? She's a business major.

The arts department is not far from yours, but it's emptier than you are used to. She asked you to meet in the first classroom of the second floor.

When you open the door, the first thing you see is Bang Chan. He looks awful, worse than you even.

You try going back, but he already saw you, so he stands up, coming closer.

“Don't leave, I'll do anything just… don't leave”

He's pale, and the eyebags he normally has are darker than usual.

“Are you sick?” You ask, worried. It's not like you can stop loving him in such a short period of time, of course you're worried.

“No”, he says, “I mean, I'm not feeling well, but I don't think I have an illness”

You nod, feeling awkward. It's been a while since you felt this way about him.

“Okay, then I'll get going”, you say trying to leave, but his voice stops you.

“I love you”, he is desperate, you can hear it in his voice. However, you're too petty.

“This was part of Jeongin’s plan too?”, you scoff, seeing his lips trembling.

He takes a deep breath, he deserves that, he knows he does.

“I really started going out with you because Jeongin asked”, he starts explaining, “but I fell in love with you, for real”

You feel your heart ache once more, he's about to cry, you can see it. But you're not sure if you can forgive him, even if what he's telling you is true.

“I don't believe you”, you say, shrugging, trying to hold your own tears.

“I will do anything to prove it to you, just say what I need to do for you to believe me”, he says, taking a step closer to you.

“I'm not sure if I'll be able to forget this or even forgive you, Chan”, you sigh, letting your heart speak and not your anger.

“I know I messed up, I don't deserve you I know that too”, he grabs your hand, “but please, I'll prove to you that I deserve a second chance, I'll earn back your trust”, he pleads.

You sigh, even after all this, it seems you still can't say no to him.

“I'm going to need some time”, you say slowly, “but I will give you a second chance, you better not ruin it”, you say.

Chan can't believe you're really going to try and forgive him, he can't ask for anything more.

“I won't disappoint you this time, I promise”, he says, kissing the palm of your hand, the same way he did before.

“Let's see about that”, you sigh, feeling your heart beating fast once again.

You may be making a stupid choice, but you'll only learn by making mistakes. You just sure hope this is not one.

A/N: If you like what I write please reblog or let me know in the comments, feedback gives me motivation to keep writing.

[lovingksuki]

✰ SECRET ADMIRER pt.2

— highschoolers bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: an anonymous love letter appears in your locker on valentine's day. surprised, you and your best friend start an investigation to uncover who was that person observing you from afar. meanwhile, a flushed bakugo tries to ruin your plans on the undercover alongside his shitty-haired buddy

cw: sfw; mostly fluff; lil angst; very insecure bakugo; romantic comedy; puberty; silly jokes; little swearing.

an: guyyyyss it's hereeee. i hope you enjoy since i had many people asking for me to continue with this. i hope it is as good as the first part that btw you can read here

wc: 1,3k

the two went on a mission walking around the school and very non-suspiciously investigating whose hand that might be.

"i'm telling you! there's sato, iida and..." counted.

"are they even suspects!?" you mocked. "we have to be coherent about it. i don't even have a major relationship with them..."

"how could you possibly know what goes on inside other's head? i think you're being biased about it."

"what do you mean?"

"i know you want it to be one of the hottest in our class!" smiled diabolically.

"i have no idea what you're talking about." you sweated.

"maybe we should call that double colored guy and just ask a few questions..."

"no way... what are you insinuating?" you almost screamed truly shocked.

"that you have a slight cru-"

"I don't have a crush."

"admit it already."

"I'm not admitting anything. quit pestering."

"you're no fun at all. so... are we talking to Todoroki any soon?"

"no."

"psst, isn't that sero coming this way?" mina whispered looking ahead of the corridor.

the duo telepathically agreed to their next move and mina quickly went in action.

"hey, if isn't our fave tape boy! can I have a high-five?" the pink cheered lifting her hand.

the jet-black haired guy smiled playfully slapping hands with her. watching everything, you caught that glimpse of time needed to take conclusions on the survey.

"what are you two up to? feeling extra energetic today..." sero stated.

absorbed in your own thoughts, you simply couldn't answer any of the questions made, so pinky said in advance: "we're just too excited for the... the-"

"for what?"

"the new movie...! yeah! that one with the clowns. everyone is so hyped to watch it!" mina came up with some excuse.

"oh, so you like 'bloody nightmare' series too? man, me and denki are gathering people to go watch with us." he cheered.

you and mina eyed each other nervously while sero kept rambling about horror films. pinky swiftly poked your side sending the 'make him shut up' signal and you quickly catch the message saying:

"y-yeah! it would be super cool, but we need to... to... go to the 1b room! to dis- discuss the next match-"

"we're discussing the teams for the next training match!" mina rapidly came with an excuse ready to push you up the corridor. "see ya!"

"but guys... their class is towards the other side." sero warned confusedly.

"r-right! it's been months, but we still get lost... hehe!" mina sweated. she spotted a purple voluminous hair meters away. "shinso! wait up!"

and you runned away. sero chuckled observing the girls as another duo approached.

"'sup pal?" kirishima greeted. "it's a important matter so, could you share what are the girls planning? we have business with them."

"it's no use, we're gonna lose sight of them." said the blonde ready to walk away, but his buddy was fast to grab his shirt stopping his tracks.

"be reasonable, it's creepy to chase them around the school." eijiro whispered.

"what are you two up to?" sero crossed arms curious about the situation.

"nothing particularly important. girly borrowed something from bakugo." his heart he thought slightly laughing. "did them say anything about where they're heading?" asked.

"mina said they have something to do with class 1b, and i think they left with shinso." sero explained.

"not that eraserhead wannabe..." katsuki gritted teeth.

"well, no time to lose then! thanks dude." kirishima dragged his best friend away.

when the two males finally found the duo they were shocked to see you holding shinso's hand while walking

kirishima panicked turning to the blonde who watched that scene petrified. it was the second time eijiro saw that expression on his face, the first was when they watched all might last fight. that expression that indicates he started malfunctioning, his thoughts are running wild, and he is about to break.

when he finally inhaled, kirishima's heart skipped a beat thinking bakugo would explode at any moment. he prepared himself to restrain his friend from murdering somebody or start yelling like a psycho, but bakugo just hollowed his lungs right after.

watching deadpanned as you walked away giggling.

that behavior... it was truly concerning coming from him.

"are you totally sure?" mina whispered excited.

"it's a great probability, didn't you see that monstrosity of a hand!?" you whisper-exclaimed. "his grip almost crushed mine!"

"okay, but let's don't get ahead of ourselves, there's other boys to analyze." mina said carefully.

"right, but he's a suspect! and did you notice how he didn't hesitate or felt uneasy to hold my hand?"

"i'm not jumping to conclusions but he seemed too chill! it's almost unnatural coming from a person who wrote a love letter." mina spoke wisely.

"you're right." you pouted.

"what am i suspect about? love letter!?"

"aaaaaack! for fucks sake!" you and mina jolted. "y-you heard us?" you asked shyly.

"were you eavesdropping!?" mina confronted.

the boy leaned in the doorframe crossing his arms unphazed by the pink's attitude. "you're not even whispering... some of 1b even heard about how i have big ass hands and shit." he chuckled.

you looked over shinso's shoulder only to encounter monoma, kendo, shiozaki and komori confusedly observing at some distance. "h-hey guys..." and kendo smiled amused.

"he caught us, mina. what do we do?" you said fidgety.

"there's no other way now that he knows our secret. we must kill you." mina stated creepily serious to shinso, making him falter.

"ha. you almost got me there." he laughed mindlessly. after a couple of seconds staring at each other he came to realization. " you're joking,,, right?"

_

"why did you have to scare him like that? what if he go out telling others?"

"it's quite the opposite. he won't tell anyone if he believes it's confidential information. you can question my methods but not my results!" the pink girl explained confidently.

walking down the corridor in search for another male friend. now that the lunchtime was coming to an end the school was less fuzzy, and the groups concentrated in their usual places.

"uh... mina... you're not actually dangerous, are you?" you blurted.

she looked at you puzzled, as if that question was more complicated than it actually seemed. "why do you ask?"

"it's just because, you're my best friend, and if it were for me to have a psycho so close to me i would want to know..." you reasoned.

"don't be ridiculous!" she laughed. "but like you said, we're best friends, that does mean i would probably hide a body for you."

"wait. what the-"

_

"kirishima it's been thirty minutes." the blonde stated impatiently.

the boys were sitting casually at their class waiting for the others to come grab their keys to the closets. p.e was the next hour.

"just be patient dude, when she arrives, you casually get up and go talk to her. do you remember the three steps?" the red haired pointed.

"don't scream, don't curse and look at her in the eye." bakugo grumbled a little skeptical.

when they heard high pitched voices and footsteps approaching the blonde jolted in his seat.

"there they are." kirishima whispered. "good luck soldier"

katsuki got up with a sigh, heart beating fast, he didn't even notice his feet leading him directly to you and almost fainted when you looked at him with those doe eyes.

"h-hey."

"hey!" you greeted rummaging your backpack.

"i was... i recalled that time last week you shared your notes and... i"

"you came to say thanks? it's alrighty! just gimme a shoutout whenever you need!" you smiled

his ears reddened. "y-yeah. but i was trying to ask if ya wanna grab milkshakes sometimes, my treat for the notes." katsuki managed to spill

"oh! i didn't expect that" you giggled thinking that was a cute way to invite someone to hang out. "sure. i provide the notes, you provide the milkshakes." you extended your hand "deal?"

he smirked satisfied shaking you hand.

"deal."

[princessoflalaland]

Wanna Try Something New?.✶⋆.˚꩜˙⋆✶

synopsis: pegging your boyfriend, geto suguru. that's literally it. nothing more, nothing less.

꩜˙⋆✶content: geto suguru x fem!reader, smut, anal, fingering, pegging, dirty talk, degradation laced with some praise, 69, begging, impact play

꩜˙⋆✶word count: 3.5k

꩜˙⋆✶a/n: I saw this one thing in a jjk link post about pegging geto, and I honestly couldn't get him, or the thought of pounding his ass until he screams, out of my sick head. i mayyyy have fangirled over him as i wrote this because its geto suguru, who wouldn’t?

“would you let me peg you?”

it’s a beautiful Saturday spent inside watching bad horror movies with your boyfriend. your head lay comfortably on his lap, cheek pressing against the smooth fabric of his pajama pants. you tilt your head, peering over your shoulder to gauge his reaction. 

suguru’s violet, catlike eyes are slightly widened in amused shock. the beginnings of a smile toy with the corner of his lips as the subconscious stroking of his hand on your hip ceases. “what?” he asks with a chuckle. 

“would you let me peg you?" you kindly repeat. the glitter in your eyes is the only thing indicating that you’re only partially joking. there’s a hint of real curiosity in your voice that suguru wishes he could ignore.

“i mean…” he tears his eyes away from yours for a moment, thinking. “i dunno, honestly. i’ve never really thought of something like that.”

bunching your lips to one side, you go back to watching tv. “that’s alright. i was just wondering is all.”

your boyfriend sighs contentedly. “alright.”

you aren’t disappointed, not completely at least. you stumbled across a special twitter account recently, and just couldn’t get the thought of reenacting everything you’d seen with suguru. you couldn’t get the bitchy moans the men made out of your head, or the expressions they made.

taking those faces and translating them onto your significant other turns you on more than you care to admit. the content you’ve been ingesting flickers across your mind, the sounds repeating like a catchy song. you nuzzle your cheek against his crotch, feeling the imprint of suguru’s cock against your face.

“bored of the movies already?” suguru whispers, his fingers gliding over your body to your clothed pussy in response to your nuzzles. he rubs his thick digits right on your clit, making you clench your thighs closed.

“just a little.” you reply breathily. you kiss his growing bulge, listening to him groan. “i have an idea of something else we can do…”

“mm, ‘m way ahead of ya,” he smiles. in seconds, you two have shifted down onto the couch, your shorts are pulled to the side, pussy glistening in his face as you free his cock from his grey sweats.

“so pretty.” suguru sighs, like he’s observing a piece of art. his warm breath hits you, sending shivers rippling up your spine. he attaches his lips to your folds, fighting back a moan as your taste explodes over his tongue.

in his eyes, everything about you is a work of art. from the way you roll your eyes at inconveniences, to the way you laugh loudly and unapologetically, to how your hips naturally dip a little. you’re his goddess, and now he’ll worship you like one.

he laps leisurely at your cunt, addicted to you all over again. you lick a long strip from his base to his tip, making his thighs flex.

“mm, shit.” suguru hums, “do that again, baby.” you oblige with a giggle, then down him in one go, eyes rolling back as he fills your throat perfectly. “fffuck, yeah.”

you two exchange moans on the other, causing a never ending cycle of ecstasy to circulate between the the two of you. one of your hands snakes under his thigh to fondle his balls. your boyfriend shivers when your manicured fingers grasp him.

“ah, agh, y/n.” his masculine whimpers are music to your ears. “shound sho pretty, shugu,” you say around a mouthful of him. “sho pretty.” suguru feels his balls clench at the compliment. it’s not often someone calls him pretty, especially, surprisingly, his own girlfriend. he’d tell you to say it again, but he can’t seem to detach his mouth from your delicious, weeping pussy.

you bob your head on his cock, his tip gliding against the back of your throat easily with the absence of your gag reflex. your saliva pools at his base, some dripping down to where fingers play with his scrotum.

an idea forms slowly in your head as your boyfriend traces the inside of you with his tongue. his big, calloused hands hooked under your thighs, preventing you from squirming away from his fervent eating. you stop fondling him to collect the saliva that rests on his pretty, dark pubes onto your fingers. you suckle on his tip, tongue sliding against his slit mercilessly, to catch a glimpse of him.

he’s still completely enraptured with making out with your cunt, it looks like, making you ever wetter with his groans and him sucking sweetly on your clit. carefully, bottoming him out in your throat as a slight distraction, you let your wet digits wander to his asshole, spreading spit around his unbelievably tight hole.

suguru jolts, his surprise causing him to abruptly stop what he’s doing. “w-what are you- ahh! ohh, God…” his head falls back against the couch cushions, his breath stuttering, heat filling his entire body.

the sensation is…foreign. he’s never explored that area of himself, nor did he ever think he would. suguru assumed he’d always be the one fucking or fingering someone. but, as your curious fingers gently prod at his puckered asshole, he cant deny the butterflies going haywire in his gut, or stifle the high-pitched whines and moans floating effortlessly from his moist lips.

“y-y/n, what are you d-doin?” he gasps. the very tip of you index finger has penetrated him, and it feels like his brain is melting from the pleasure. “oh my God, baby. that’s- you’re- aghn, c-can’t think..”

his inability to formulate coherent sentences is a good sign, at least to you. “d’ya like it? like having my fingers playing with your cute ass?” your voice is sickly sweet, makes his brain even mushier than it already is.

“gotta say something, love.” you remove your finger, making him gasp.

“n-no, put it back!” suguru pleads. he hasn’t experienced being fingered for long, but it’s like he can’t go without the sensation now that he’s had a taste. he pants, looking around your body at the Cheshire smile gracing your beautiful face.

“please, y/n, love. p-put it back, please…” he tries not to sound like he’s begging, but that doesn’t work to well when his words are breathy and full of desperation. this new kind of need, the way his eyes widen with the ache to have your soft fingers in his ass, fills you with power, with dominance you didn't know you needed.

"say it properly. tell me exactly what you want." your fingers tease the smooth skin surrounding the place he so desperately wanted them. he whines, hips grinding against the couch.

"please, i- i want your fingers in my ass. i need it, need them, please!" the small whine that follows his words is the cherry on top.

“okay, but only because you asked so nicely. dont forget what you should be doing back there.” you both resume giving each other mind-boggling head, suguru’s pathetic sounds go straight into your pussy, adding pressure to your lower stomach.

his sphincter muscles spasm around your digit, signaling that he’s going to cum. you suck ferociously on him, groaning hunrgily, beckoning his cum to spill onto your tongue.

“mmph, ‘m gonna cum..gonna cum, y/n.” he mumbles into your cunt, which he struggles to lick as his orgasm crashes down onto him. you pop him out of your mouth and use your other hand to help him along, letting his seed spurt onto your face.

“ah, yes,” you whisper darkly watching him jerk slightly under your touch. “so good for me, sugu, so good..”

he’s breathless, dazed when its all over. you sit upright on his chest, looking over your shoulder at him so he can see the result of his orgasm. seeing your cummed-on face makes him hard all over again.

over the next week, suguru cannot get that moment out of his head. he can’t believe how insanely good it felt to have something inside him. he’s conflicted though: is it less masculine to enjoy being fingered? does it make him less of a man to want to beg for his pleasure?

is it bad that he wants, no, needs something bigger in him? that he needs to venture into that part of intimacy or he feels like he’ll lose his damn mind?

one night, while you were out with some friends, suguru logs into twitter and checks your following. he finds the account that’s ignited your curiosities, and finds himself becoming painfully hard at the things he sees.

one guy, a rather well-built blonde, chokes shamelessly on his lady’s strap before he takes it like a champ in his ass, crying his pleasure and begging for her praise. suguru breathes harshly through his nose, his eyes are glued to his screen.

never, in a million years, would he expect to be aroused by something like this. can it really feel that good? the guy in the video makes it seem like it sure as hell does. he palms himself over his boxers, groaning lowly. his eyes flicker to the bedroom door and he listens, making sure he’s still home alone.

suguru shimmies his briefs down just enough to get his hard dick out. he inhales sharply, dragging his fist from the tip to the base. he replays the video for reference for his own fantasies, ingesting every second like it’ll be the last thing he ever sees. then, he tosses his phone aside, already panting.

God, what he would give to be in that guy’s place and have you in the woman’s. he would swallow your strap so well, let it stretch his throat, let himself be the perfect fleshlight for you. he’d listen and memorize the praise you’d give him like a scripture from the Bible.

suguru’s hand speeds up, soft whimpers falling from his lips. his other hand glides over his perfect abs, toward his dark brown nipples. he pinches the bud between his fingers, moaning desperately. his heart thuds heavily in his chest, his conscience trying to make sense of what the fuck he’s feeling.

what man gets turned on at the thought of getting fucked rather than fucking? why does he so badly want to feel his girlfriend’s skin slap against his as she pounds into him ruthlessly?

that image, you behind him, pegging him while stroking him the way he’s doing it now, makes him arch his back off the bed.

oh, God, how good that’d feel, having his ass stretched like that. the fingers playing with his nipple suddenly find themselves near his ass, pressing tentatively to it. he lubes his fingers up with his saliva, then carefully inserts one into himself. the intrusion, the fervent way he jerks off, the erotic fantasy that dances behind his eyelids, all of it makes his breath stop short in his throat, makes his balls tighten and his moans impudently louder.

as he cums on himself, he cries your name, begging you, thanking you for this climax. he lays in the aftermath of his little session, blushing wildly, as he thinks about his next steps. his first should probably be to clean up, then maybe order a strap on and figure out how to break this down to you.

“and you’re sure you wanna go through with this?” you ask for the fifth time. suguru sighs, exasperated at the fact that you’re still questioning him about this.

“yes, babe, I’m sure. it’s so funny how you were the one to offer this and now you won’t stop asking if I wanna do it. So for the last time, my answer is yes, I want this.” you smile at his attitude, finding it cute that he’s being so bratty.

"no harm in makin sure you're okay with this," you reply with a chuckle, securing the pretty pink strap on he purchased to your naked lower half. "can't believe you'd be so eager for this, 'specially since you were hesitant before." you meet his eyes, there’s a glimmer in yours that makes his heart flutter. "thanks for being so open, suguru."

"of course, babe. now..." he leers at you in all your nude glory as you crawl over to where he lays on his back on your shared kingsized bed. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't equal parts terrified and horny.

you lean over and kiss him, sensing his subtle apprehension. "please, don't hesitate to tell me if your uncomfortable, okay? I want us both to enjoy this." he cups the sides of your neck and pulls you into another, deeper kiss. his tongue slow dances with yours, drawing a soft moan from you.

"I will, I promise." he utters when you two part. you're a little flustered at this point; his kisses have a way of short-circuiting your entire system.

you squirt a dollop of lube onto his asshole, hearing him hiss, and looking up at him with a tinge of worry. his breathing staggers, but he assures you he's okay.

"it's fine, it's just..colder than I expected. and I didn't think you'd- ohhh God." you don't let him finish after he's confirmed he's okay, slipping a finger into him. a smile cracks onto his face, he missed the feeling more than he anticipated.

you study your boyfriend, watch him slowly come undone under you gentle touch. "likin' this, sugu?" you coo, sinking your finger deeper into his tight, greedy walls.

"m-mhm." suguru hums. his tongue swipes over his bottom lip before he tucks it between his teeth. "f-feels good."

"that's a good boy. always wanna make my pretty slut feel good." his dick jumps at the degradation. so many kinks he didn't know he had are being unlocked.

you feel yourself getting wet, feeling it leak down your thighs at the state your boyfriend is in. he's never looked better: spread out for you to tease and torment in the sweetest ways possible. the rapid rise and fall of his broad chest, the red tint in his cheeks that spreads down to his neck, the way his tanned dick twitches as you add another finger, all of it mesmerizes you.

"I think you're good to go. whaddya say?" you ponder after another minute of fingering him. he climbs through the fog in his brain to answer you, his eyes still cloudy with arousal. "y-yeah, im ready. please, be gentle."

"I will," you whisper as you line yourself up with his entrance. his heart races crazily in his chest, like its trying to force its way out. the tip of the strap pokes him and he jumps a little.

"it's okay, I'll go slow." your reassurance calms him a little. first, the tip enters, and the stretch of his hole blanks out his mind. his head falls back onto the bed, his breathing labored. inch by inch, you penetrate your boyfriend, and with each inch he feels himself unraveling.

"oh my G-God, you're all the way in." he whimpers once you bottom out. "slow, please slow."

you only nod, a primal dominance having hijacked your mind. your thrusts are slow at first, wanting to abide by his wishes to not scare or hurt him. but with each moan, each whine that comes from suguru's lips, your control slips and you speed up.

"ah, ahh this is so- so fuck.. can’t think.” his grits through teeth. his sounds are so pretty, just like him. you now wholeheartedly believe that all men, regardless of how masculine they portray themselves to be, should be rendered to such a pathetic yet angelic state.

“aww, my slut feels so good he can’t think? does my cock feel that good, honey?” there goes that saccharine tone again, the one that makes his stomach tighten.

“y-yes, ‘s really good.” he mewls. as good as your dick feels in him, it’s somehow not enough. he needs to feel more, wants to get closer to that blissful release. so, he guides his hand down to his leaking cock, ready to pump himself to the rhythm of your thrusts.

you notice this and a sinister smirk curls your lips. you slap his hands away, watching his eyes widen with shock. "no touching. keep those hands on your chest, filthy fuckin whore."

your sudden meanness startles as much as it arouses suguru. he's never heard this kind of tone with you, and he's not afraid to admit that he likes it. "y-yes ma'am, 'm sorryy." he concedes breathlessly.

he’s cupping his large pecs like they're tits, the most perfect fucking tits. "there ya go, keep those hands to yourself. good whore." you sneer.

it's not long before he aches for more stimulation again. pinching his nipples, he gives you the saddest puppy dog eyes, "baby, t-touch me. 'm so leaky, please, n-need to feel your hand..!"

a firm slap to his thigh yanks a yelp out of him. "who the fuck do you think you're talking to? is that anyway to ask for anything? stupid slut.." you sound so mean, his dick twitches. "try again."

he swallows accumulated saliva and fails to speak. he can't seem to get around the wanton moans that endlessly slip past his lips. you slap his thigh again, reminding him of he wants.

"please, m-miss, please touch me. please touch my dick, 'm sorry for b-being so demanding. touch me, im beggin you!" drool slides down the side of his mouth, catching the light in the room.

“think you deserve it, deserve my touch? speak up, whore.” another spank, another howl-like moan.

“I don’t deserve it! I’m a dirty whore, i don deserve it, b-but please!” you like the way he lowers himself for you just for the sake of being pleasured, so you oblige, stroking his wet cock in time with your thrusts.

the slapping of your skin on his, the heat and vibrations from the impact of your slaps makes precum leak endlessly from his tip, helping you as you jerk him off, the way you speak to him like he's nothing fills his stomach with warm fuzziness that he's positive is not normal.

this is all he's dreamed of, he realizes. he's wanted this, wanted to be told what to do, wanted to be dominated. he could care less whether this makes him less of a man or not, it makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine, and that’s suguru cares about. “thank you, thank you..” he utters between moans like he’s praying. “thank youu..”

“takin me so well, sugu. makes me think you’ve taken cock before. well? you whore yourself out for any one else?” you’re panting from the exertion of thrusting into him. a thin film of sweat gleams on your skin, your pussy weeps for his cock. if he’s good, maybe you can use him to cum afterwards. “n-no, ‘m only a slut for you. need only your c-cock.” being on the delivery end of that word is something else, something he’ll probably (most definitely) never get tired of.

“aghn, wait, wait ‘m gonna cum! miss, p-please!” he wants this to last forever. as much as he wants to cum, to spray it all over himself like the nasty little cockwhore he is, he doesn’t want this feeling to end.

“aw yeah? My cockslut’s gonna cum? hmm?” your sugary tone builds the pressure in his core. “I think I’ll let you. mhm, cum all over yourself f’me.”

you jerk him faster, pound into him harder. the tip jabs at his prostrate with unforgiving force, making his moans border screams. “miss, miss i’m gonna cuuumm!” tears slip down his face into his ears, momentarily muffling the world.

“then cum, bitch. cum for your mistress.” that word feels so right in regards to you. you snap your hips with a level of expertise that he has when fucks you senseless. “cum for me, cum for me, cum for me.”

your carnal chats are all he can hear. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ahh, ahhn!” ropes of his milky white cum shoot out of his tip, painting his chiseled chest. you stroke every last drop out of him, smiling all the while as suguru gasps and convulses from the overstimulation.

“no more, no more… ‘s too much, please, miss..” and more incoherent babbles along those lines tumble from his mouth. you lean down and collect some of his seed onto your tongue, then harshly gripping his chin, your force your tongue into his mouth. he hums contently at tasting himself, eyes rolling back into his skull. when you two part, a thin trail of spit connects your mouths.

you both come back down to earth, the lustful glaze that was once harbored in your eyes slowly retreating. you pull out and suguru feels empty.

“that..that was amazing.” your peggable boyfriend sighs, running a hand through his dark locks. “gotta do this again, I’m being so serious.”

you chuckle, removing your strap on and mounting him. he hisses, still sensitive from his recent orgasm. “oh we will, trust me. but there’s another matter that needs to be taken care of..” you slide your sopping pussy along his hardening dick.

“I haven’t cum yet.” your smile is as sadistic as it’s ever been, and suguru thinks he’s falling in love again.

“let’s take care of that then.”

[pablitosgf]

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 — jb05 !

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — jude bellingham x fem!bestfriend!reader

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ! — in which an old lady mistakes you and jude as a married couple, leaving you with many thoughts.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — nothing!!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — no because this took me 3 days to write… anyways… Y/N/N means your nickname <3

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ! — writing

You lay in your bed, bored, to say the least. Today, you had no plans at all, and all your friends were busy. Including your best friend, Jude. Apparently, he was going to be babysitting his nieces, you knew he was good with kids but told him:

“If you need help just tell me, okay?”

You were no stranger to his nieces, after all, you were like family to the Bellinghams. Knowing his aunts, grandparents, cousins, and nieces and nephews. They treated you as family and you reciprocated that.

Of course, when Jude heard you say that he instantly replied with an “I don't need help, I'm good with kids.”

You laughed it off, knowing he’ll need help at least at one point, but you didn't say that to him. So now, you still lay there bored as ever. Watching as the warm sun seeps into your window, casting an orange hue on your body as you look at the window. You could hear the low voices of your phone lightly exuding music from its speakers, making the surroundings more tranquil. You observed as people walked around your neighborhood, immediately thinking that you should too.

And just as you were going to go on a walk, a vibration came on your phone. Inside, you hoped it was Jude so you can prove him wrong, saying that he did need help from his best friend. A smile played on your face as you thought about it, you extended your hand for the buzzing phone, producing noise as its laying on your sheets. Instantly your eyes darted to the contact name, you smiled even harder.

Judith.

A silly nickname you called Jude, eventually making it his contact name after he mentioned it. You brought your phone to your ear as you press the green button, and his voice bleeds from the phone's speakers. Some unidentified shuffling came through and some giggles and laughs. A grin tints your face.

“Okay, you were right I do need help…” Jude sighs.

Your chuckle fills the whole call, “Of course you do. Send me the location.”

He says a quick okay, ending the call fast. You flitted to grab your car & house keys before strolling out the door. The fresh breeze wafts into your nose as you inhale, making you feel serenity. You made your way to your car, clambering inside as you wait for it to start.

And when it starts you make your way through windy roads and scenic views. England wasn't always thought of as the most beautiful, but it definitely had pretty sceneries.

You eventually made your way, moving toward the entrance of the house. It was for sure one of the prettier neighborhoods around here, not to say your neighborhood was the worst, but this one was definitely better. Your arm extended, folding into a fist as you knock on the black wooden door.

Patiently you waited for your best friend to open the door. You heard some noises from inside the house and footsteps gradually become louder and louder like a crescendo. Click! Was the sound the door made as it opened ajar. A toddler peeking through the black door. Immediately, you recognized who it was.

“Hi Nalia, where’s Uncle Jude?” you asked, tilting your head. She looked back, and Jude came into view as he scrambled to the door with another baby, who you also recognized. You chuckled, seeing as the other baby, Jazelle, was wrapped around his waist. Sweat beads fall down his face.

“I’m right… Here,” he said, panting.

“You look…” you began, looking at him up and down. His shirt was off, revealing his muscles, and overall he looked disheveled. But somehow he still looked perfect as ever. “Like a mess.”

He chuckled, “I know, anyways come inside. The girls want to go to the park.” he gestured for you to enter, closing the door after you did.

“I'm gonna go shower and change, take care of these two, please.” he put Jazelle down after planting a kiss on Jazelle and Nalia, running off to what you assumed was the bathroom.

You nodded and kneeled down to the two of them with a warm smile, “Do you, girls want to play while we wait for Uncle Jude?”

The girls responded with an excited “Yes!” jumping up and down. A cordial smile rolled down your lips as Jazelle and Nalia dashed to their playroom. You watched as Nalia passed by Jazelle, and you let out a chortle. Everything is a competition if you have siblings.

You finally made it to the playroom, and damn it was very nice. Nicer than whatever you had in your childhood. The playroom was littered with toys, some that you recognized, some that you didn't.

You look at the kids, playing Barbies with each other. You rest your head on your hand with a smile adorning your face as you sat down on a little chair. Their little voices and giggles overwhelm your ears and the smile that once adorned your face was even more brighter. Some day, you wanted a husband and a happy family. But for right now, you were fine being alone.

If you were going to be honest, watching Jazelle and Nalia play Barbies together made your baby–fever rise. You’ve always dreamt of kids and honestly, you didn't mind having a baby currently. You didn't get how people resented children because all you wanted to do was hug them and hold them in your arms for hours.

You were too stuck in your thoughts to realize Jude finished getting ready, “Hey, we should go to the park now.”

You nodded as you watched Jude playfully tickle the kids and pick them up. Your heart was beating faster than normal… Something you’ve never felt with Jude. Deep inside you knew what these feelings were, you knew it all too well. Maybe, it's just a one–time thing. The next time you hang out with him it’ll be all back to normal.

“Hey, Y/N/N ready to go?”

Your head whizzed in his direction, and both of the girls were strapped on his hips. A blush tinted your cheeks, he was wearing a goddamn compression shirt.

“Y–yeah! Let's go ladies and gentlemen!” you chuckled, getting up and walking towards the entrance.

Walking out of the house, you all advanced to the cars. “We should probably use your car… It has the booster seat things, right?”

Jude nodded, “Can you take my keys and open the car?”

You reach into his pocket, searching for the keys. As soon as the car keys meet your hand you take them and unlock the car.

You settled down on a bench, watching as Jazelle and Nalia play on the playground. You monitor them carefully, you didn't want their parents blaming you and Jude for getting their babies hurt.

And just as you were about chat with Jude an old lady walked up to the both of you. “You guys are a really cute couple! I remember me and my husband at this exact playground watching our kids. Are those two cuties yours?” she pointed to Jazelle and Nalia.

“No–”

“Yeah! They are.” Jude smiled, slinging his arm around your waist which struck an uneasy feeling to settle in your stomach.

It wasn't like the bad uneasy though, it was the uneasy where you had so many butterflies in your stomach to the point you just wanted to kiss them in the face. Like… Like a crush.

“They really do look like Dad don't they?” the grandma chucled, glancing over at the sisters.

You chuckled along with her, “They really do! I was hoping that they looked like me, but as soon as I saw her the first time out of my womb I was like ‘Uh oh, she doesn't look like me!’”

You all erupt in laughter, “I get that… All my children look like my husband it's crazy!” the grandma said.

You both awkwardly smile at her, “Anyway, you two have the cutest little family. I wish you two a successful marriage and a happy family!”

You both let out a thank you and as soon as she walks away you both look at each other, exploding in laughter.

But one thing you didn't notice, was how he kept his arm around your waist, and you didn't say a single word about it.

And one thing is for sure, you went to bed thinking about Jude.

[topichoon]

All Mine - Sim Jaeyun

Genre: smut, angst, and friends to lovers trope

Pairing: bestfriend!jake x fem!reader

Warnings: pet names, oral sex (f and m receiving), traditional sex, face fucking, hair pulling, drinking, jake is a bit jealous, curse words, jake says whore and slut to the reader, but only like once or twice, more…?

A/N: I got inspo from the song “All Mine” by PLAZA for the title. So I kinda based the story off of the vibes i got from the song ig?

“Guys we’re gonna be late!” Yunjin yells from down the hall.

I finish putting on my silk black dress on. Which hugs my curves perfectly and makes my ass look good. But can’t forget about my tits, they are practically pouring out of the top.

I haven’t seen my childhood best friend in forever. It’s been about 4 years since I’ve seen him. Jake. I obviously want to impress him because the last time he saw me…let’s just say I looked rough.

I take one final deep breath looking in the full length mirror, my ysl heels topped with my painted toe nails. Along with my fresh acrylic set I got done yesterday, the sparkling gems looking expensive just like me. My long silky smooth hair freshly curled.

I make my way downstairs to the front door where my friends are waiting. I watch there’s eyes widen and smiles brighten when they notice me.

“Damn! Girl you are not playing around tonight!” Sakura says shocked looking me up and down.

“It’s cause Jake’s gonna be there~” Kazuha mumbles but loud enough for all of us to hear.

My pupils dilate just from hearing his name. I wonder how he looks like now, the last time I saw him he was honestly pretty shy and innocent.

“I knew you had a reason to be looking this sexy tonight. Even though you do every day but especially tonight.” Chaewon giggles while smirking to herself.

I blush slightly the heat on my cheeks burning my skin. We all walk outside to the limo parked out front. I sit down on the squishy seat putting my bag to the side. Yunjin almost immediately grabs a pack of sour gummy worms which makes us all laugh.

“Ayy don’t judge me! These things are too good to not eat right away.” She playfully rolls her eyes at us.

We all laugh together in unison. I take out my phone to see a text notification pop up. It’s Jake. I lick my lips anxiously and open up the message.

Jakey 😛: Hey Y/nnnie! I can’t believe I’m gonna finally see you tonight after all that time. I still got my matching bracelet on from when we were young.

Me: Jakey hi! Omg same it’s been forever! Awww so do I! But what if you’re lying send a pic for proof😡

Jakey 😛: hmm fine *1 attachment*

WHAT THE FUCK! When did he get this attractive??!

Jakey 😛: gonna keep admiring me or are you gonna send a pic for proof as well?

Me: nahh I’m not sending one you’ll see me at the party anywaysss. Gotta keep it a suprise can’t make you get a boner before the party even starts

Jakey 😛: oh whatever y/nnieee you’re probably wet just looking at that picture of me. I know it :)

Well he wasn’t wrong…but what is wrong is us talking like this. I mean we’ve had conversations like this when we were younger and more rebellious. But we aren’t even that close anymore so I don’t know what his intentions are.

Me: yaaaaaa, no. I’m most definitely not 👎 nice try though jakey

Jakey 😛: whatever makes you sleep at night 😇

Me: 😒 you’re no fun. Well I’m almost at the party so bye byeeee

Jakey 😛: bye y/nnie 😉

The limo pulls up to Heeseung’s mansion filled with a bunch of people partying. We all get out and take in the atmosphere. Walking through the front door we all get greeted by the Lee Heeseung.

“Hey ladies thanks for showing up. Oh y/n is that you?” Heeseung looks at me almost as if he is observing me.

“Yep that’s me.” I nod slowly still unsure why he asked me that.

“Damn,” Heeseung bites his lip looking me up at down “well Jake was waiting for you inside. He’s one lucky fucker that’s for sure, to have such a hot girlfriend like you.” Heeseung smirks.

“Oh we aren’t dat-“ I say before I get cut off by someone standing behind me.

“Yeah I am very lucky. Now please leave my girlfriend alone, thank you.” Jake says in a low tone.

Heeseung quickly walks the other way while me and Jake walk through the front door together. My friends already finding men to chat it up with. While on our way in I look at Jake.

“Why did you say that we were dating?” I question him curiously.

“Y/n. He is a pervert and I wouldn’t want him taking advantage of you. Especially not here, he isn’t a good guy to be around.” He sighs still keeping his firm grip around my waist.

I nod slowly still taking in all of this information. I remember heeseung during grade 8, the last year before I had to transfer to a different school. He was a goody two shoes, never let any girl cross his path. Too school focused maybe all that studying finally broke him.

Jake and I make our way to the dance floor where he finally loosens his grip on me. Now I take the time to really soak him up. His brown eyes feeling as if they are burning right through my skin. His soft fluffy hair that I so wish I could run my hair through right now. But can’t since my hands are trapped between our bodies. Finally, his lips. I always had wondered how they would be like to kiss.

They are so plush, soft, and smooth. Would he be a soft or aggressive kisser? Oh how I wish I could see for myself. I’m not quite sure if he ever has got around, but from his looks I would assume he definitely has. How could he not have girls practically drooling over him. I mean I have only been with him for about a couple minutes and my self respect is already long gone.

“My eyes are up here y/n~” he smirks and points up to his eyes.

Although his eyes weren’t the same as they were when I previously had looked at them. They were full of lust and need, but I can’t quite make out who they are for. Could it be for me? It can’t possibly be for me, I’m not even half as pretty as the girls from his school.

Jake travels his hands around my body. Along with his eyes, moving wherever but landing on a particular spot. My boobs. I decide to tease him just like he did.

“My eyes are up here Sim~” I say in a mocking tone. Although Jake just laughs deeply.

“Well my eyes don’t wanna go up there, I think they like where they are right now.” He teases right back.

But this time I don’t even know what to say back. This was not the same Jake I knew before I left. He’s no longer shy or innocent, he’s confident and way far from innocent.

“Cat got your tongue?” He finally moves his eyes up to mine and locks his gaze onto mine. Eyes so sharp I swear they could cut glass.

I decide to not say anything and test the waters a little bit, because if he can tease then I can too. I bring his hand up more so now it’s resting on my tit. Looking up into his eyes with my doe ones.

Instead of him being disgusted he enjoys it. Squeezing onto the flesh softly just to get a reaction out of me.

“You’ve matured a lot y/n,” he admires my whole body slowly, taking time to look at every inch of me. “and your face..so beautiful and gorgeous.” He looks up at my face.

I feel my cheeks burning up which I can guarantee is visible to Jake. I just hope the bright strobe lights don’t make it obvious on my face. We stay like this for a few minutes bodies so close together, no room even for air to come through. Our arms tangled, mine in his hair while his rest on all different places of me body.

My friends and his walk up to us. Making it clear that they have had their fair share of drinks tonight. “Guysss let’s play spin the bottleeee!” Jay tries to yell but his voice gives out at the end.

We agree and all walk over to the floor in the open living room. We all sit down gathering around an open and empty beer bottle. Sunghoon to my left and Jake to my right.

“Alright I’ll spin first.” Sunghoon announces. Spinning the bottle it of course lands on me. My eyes widen and I curl my lips anxiously.

“Make out with her on your lap!” Kazuha screamed.

Sunghoon makes eye contact with me and immediately smirks. Patting down on his thighs for me to get on top of him. I move over settling my whole weight on him.

He grabs my face and brings me in. Placing his lips on mine and kissing very aggressively, that is basically too aggressive to the point where it’s uncomfortable. I kiss back trying to match the same rhythm.

What I don’t notice is next to me sits a jealous Jake watching with anger. His fists clenched together tightly. He can barely watch he is getting too worked up. It’s not even his girlfriend but yet he feels extremely jealous.

“Okay times up.” Jake glares at Sunghoon still kissing me.

I get myself off of him a little too soon. “Was the kiss that bad y/n?” Yunjin asks me confused.

“Huh? Oh n-no it was good…really good.” I lie but everyone but Jake believes it. Jake is super good at seeing right through me. He smirks to himself at the fact that he knows for sure I didn’t enjoy it.

We do a few more rounds before it comes to the end. There is one more round left and it is Jake’s turn. He spins the bottle and surprise it lands on….me. He turns to me with a proud look on his face.

“You know how about we spice things up a little bit. Jake and Y/n 20 minutes in heaven.” Kazuha insists.

“Kazuha what? Isn’t it 7 minutes in heaven, not 20??” Sakura asks a little confused.

“Yes it is. Buttttt, 7 minutes is not enough time to get it all on so we need to give them more time.” Kazuha says with a sly grin on her face.

She signals Jake and I off and so we do. He is quick to put my hand into his, leading us upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms in Heeseung’s huge house.

We make it up to the room and he shuts the door behind me locking the handle. He mumbles a quick fuck before sitting back down on the bed. He rolls his head back and groans. I look at him confused why all of a sudden he would make such a sound.

He sees he got my attention and smirks. “Look at what you did to me. I had to deal with this the whole night Y/n.” He points at his hard groin. The fabric becoming to tight on him it feels like his cock is going to explode.

Instead of replying I walk up to him getting on top of him, straddling his lap and leaning in closer. Closing any gap that we have to be as close as humanly possible. I press my lips against his and he almost immediately kisses back. Our lips moving perfectly together not too slow and not too fast. Just right, the two of us together. Like two puzzle pieces connected at last.

He doesn’t waste no time before forcing his tongue into my mouth. Letting him take the lead sneakily move my hands to the buttons on his suit. Working as fast as I can to unbutton every single one. I finally get the last button done with and slide his shirt off throwing it onto the ground.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you?” He pulls away looking at his shirt already off. I nod desperately which turns him on even more. He’s never seen this side of me ever which makes him excited to see what else he’ll get to see of me tonight.

“Lay back.” I demand trying to sound forceful but say it with a whine instead.

He doesn’t waste no time before following what I said. He puts his hands behind his head, his eyes following to see what I’m going to do. The excitement sparks behind his eyes, but also filled with tons of curiosity.

I trace my tongue along his abs. Swirling it around every ab. His body tenses from the wetness of my tongue moving all over him. I unbutton his pants and lower down his boxers, to reveal a hard, thick, and long cock that springs right out slapping against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight. I pepper kisses all along the tip and swirl my tongue along it.

Before taking it in, I’m not even halfway there before I start gagging from his size. “Doing so good f’me y/n..” he whines out. I open my mouth wider to take more of him.

“Yeah that’s it— take all of me baby.” Jake groans out loudly. His words make me wet and unbearably horny. I start bobbing my head up and down on his dick. I finally take all of him making him let out a lot of whines and groans.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop..” he pants out heavily. His body tightens and he breaths even heavier. “F-fuck I’m close baby” he starts thrusting himself into my mouth.

His thrusts get more aggressive, signaling me he’s close. “Just like that— I’m so close” he manages to get out.

And just like that he comes all in my mouth. “Mhm, swallow it y/nnie~” he rasped. I do as he says taking it all down in one go.

He sits up and unzips my dress. Pulling it over my head and starts peppering kisses all along my chest area. Yeah he’s a boob guy for sure. I watch him as he looks at me as if I’m a literal goddess. His long fingers unclasping my bra as quickly as possible.

Taking in one of my tits in his mouth. Desperately sucking on it like the needy boy he is, and always will be.

“Bet sunghoon would never make you feel this good.” Jake mumbles leaving marks all along my breasts.

“Why, are you jealous jakey?” I smirk looking at him.

“Oh, y/n, you know you shouldn’t tease me.” He warns me looking at me as well.

I giggle as I watch him go over to my other tit to give it attention as well. Sucking so hard it’s sure to leave marks the next day. He plays with my other nipple with his fingers.

I moan and pull his hair harder as he reaches his hand down into my panties. “I would be quiet if I were you, don’t want everyone to know how much of a slut you are.” His eyes and tone dark.

I try using his hand to get off but he quickly catches on. “Such a whore, using my hand to make yourself cum. Be patient and I’ll give it to you baby.” He assures and plays with my clit. Rubbing it in slow circles.

“F-faster, please…” I whine out to him rolling my head back. He goes faster and I moan digging my ankles into his back. He slips in a finger pumping in and out of my core.

“Fuck baby— you’re so tight.” He puts in another finger making sure to stretch me out enough to make him fit.

He plunges his fingers at a fast rhythm. As I feel my high approaching I grip onto his hair harder while driving my feet deeper into his back.

“I-im gonna cum..don’t stop..” I beg breathing heavily.

“You can do it, cum for me y/n.” He now looks into my eyes while thrusting his fingers as deep as they can go.

Seeing him with those innocent puppy eyes while his fingers are far inside me makes me go insane. He continues pounding inside me until I finally reach my climax.

“F-fuck…I’m coming!!” I cry out. Fat tears rolling down my face as he helps me ride out my high.

“Such a good girl f’me..” he whispers in my ear slow and seductively.

He picks me up and places me underneath him. Now I’m facing him on top of his cock. I run his cock against my pussy feeling the pleasure. He grabs my hips and lifts me up slightly lining me up with his cock.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” He asks me with concern. I shake my head which makes his eyes widen.

“I’m on the pill, I’ll be fine jakey.” I reassure him quickly. He exhales and smiles at me.

“You see…I’ve never had sex before..” he admits shyly. Oh so he is still shy..cute.

“Wait really? I thought you did..” I giggle at my misunderstanding.

He shakes his head “nope I was waiting for the right person, which is you.” He smirks all of a sudden his shyness going away.

I slowly slide myself down onto his cock. Making sure to relax and take deep breaths to ease the pain. His thickness stretching me out greatly.

He makes sure to say encouraging words to help me take my mind off of everything “doing so good y/n” “yeah— that’s it” and “fuck..keep going”

“Oh f-fuck,” he whines out now that I’ve fully taken him “you’re so tight f’me” he pants out.

I take my time and rock my hips forwards and backwards keeping a steady pace. As I get used to the uncomfortable feeling it quickly goes away as the pleasure increases.

“I’m ready..” I pant heavily. He smirks and grips my hips tighter speeding my pace up.

I ride him harder as I get more familiar with this feeling. The room filled with the both of our whines and moans. I bounce myself up and down his large cock which drives him over the edge.

As my legs start getting tired he notices and is quick to flip my underneath him. He groans sliding himself as deep as he possibly can. His cock thrusting into me slowly making sure I still feel comfortable, before starting to understand my body more and goes harder.

His cock pounding in and out of me at a merciless rhythm. His size stretching my tight little pussy out, it’s almost as if I was made for his cock. His balls slapping hard against my ass as he continues plunging into my damp gummy walls.

“I’m s-so..so close jakey!” I whine out to him between moans.

“Oh yeah? So am I let’s cum together..on the count of 5..” he rasps not letting down his pace one bit.

Jake fucks into me hard but the pain is so good. “5…” he whispers to me. His fingers digging deep into my hips bouncing me on and off his dick.

“4” Jake breaths shakily clearly struggling with this countdown. I roll my hips and squeeze my eyes together from the pleasure.

“That’s it…3..” he growls looking at my current fucked out figure. “We’re so close y/n..just a few more seconds..” Jake coos.

“Good girl— 2..” he groans the feeling overwhelming him quickly.

“1.” He smirks finally spreading his seed deep inside of me.

I cum undone all over his fat cock. He slides out slowly to make sure it won’t hurt. “You did it y/n~ so good for me..” Jake grabs my cheek with his hand. Wiping away my tears with his thumb, smiling to himself coming to realization of what just happened.

“Here I’ll be back, I’m gonna clean you up.” Jake goes over to the bathroom wetting down a towel and bringing it back to the bed. Where I am currently lying down out of breath. He wipes softly on my sensitive spots cleaning all over my body. Making sure I am thoroughly clean.

“You’re so gorgeous y/n.” He looks into my eyes purely. I whisper a soft “thank you” as he puts the towel to the side. Jake helps me put my dress back on along with any jewelry that had fallen off. He also buttons up his shirt and buckles his belt back on.

He comes closer to me and wraps his arms around my frame. Jake brings his lips to mine for a soft and slow but yet passionate kiss. He runs his hands along my body exploring more, as if he hadn’t seen it all before. All before we hear a loud knock on the guest bedroom door.

“Who is it?” I ask quite startled from this sudden knock.

“It’s Yunjin. The party just ended, and just to let you know, it’s been well over 20 minutes now guys.” She laughs so loudly that I’m sure the neighbors can even hear. Jake chuckles to himself looking at the time, seeing that we had spent way longer than expected. But the time was used well.

@topichoon ── do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or take any of my work.

[ao3cassandraic]

Saraqael, Heaven's Only Competent Angel

Season 2 got terrifically lucky with Liz Carr. Fantastic casting choice for a decidedly intriguing angel.

Saraqael strikes me as a Chief Operating Officer type. Judging from the colors of her lapels and Muriel's ascotty thing, Muriel is in her chain of command (near or at the bottom, naturally). Those colors also suggest that Saraqael, archangel or no, is a step down from Michael and Uriel. The big archangels don't wear plaids.

When Muriel goes to Saraqael with the matchbox, she makes a quick (and bureaucratically correct) decision to bring it to Michael and Uriel. She approaches them politely, with the correct form of address even, but fearlessly and without undue fawning. Good for her.

While Michael and Uriel are being completely and utterly useless, Saraqael heads over to the Realtime Big Globe and starts searching, zeroing in on the miracle plume quickly. So she's upper management, but she hasn't lost all ability to do hands-on OSINT. Intriguing.

Saraqael stops the standoff at Aziraphale's bookshop door with a firm but polite "Shall we discuss this inside?" She's also the one with the measurement of miracle strength, which fits a manager who still keeps her hand in. Otherwise, she observes -- and unlike Michael and Uriel, she doesn't give away anything. (Lord, Michael. "Did we [mention we were looking for Gabriel]?" It was the first thing Uriel said! Y'all get your good-cop-bad-cop story straight beforehand next time.)

And it's competent-ops Saraqael who decides on action: sending Muriel down for miracle verification and keeping a close eye on Aziraphale. Aziraphale calls this "very professional of you," and he's not wrong, considering Heaven's twisted, surveillance-laced notions of professionalism. Saraqael does her job.

Somebody definitely needed to coach Muriel better about fitting in on Earth, but I'm willing to forgive Saraqael that one; it's probably not her job to do that, but Muriel's line manager's job. Muriel's 37th-level -- I have to assume there's a line manager or two (or twelve) between them and Saraqael. Plus, of course, all the angels (except Aziraphale, possibly Sandalphon, and the Metatron) are ruinously terrible at Earthing -- s2 continues the s1 throughline of the archangels being seen on Earth only rarely and briefly.

Another moment of Michael's utter uselessness, incidentally -- in the Job minisode, when she archangelsplains the meaning of "Shuhite" our timorous Aziraphale actually rolls his eyes, and Gabriel quiets her with one hand. She's actually right to be suspicious (this happens often in s2), just terrible at actually communicating her suspicions such that anyone else will take action on them.

(I actually have considerable sympathy for Michael here. I have also 'splained a mighty 'splain professionally in my time, and had many eyes rolled at me. Michael's right. So was I. But so it goes. Knowledge without adroit communication isn't worth much.)

Saraqael recognizes Crowley in his bee!demon disguise immediately (unlike Michael and Uriel, again), but notice that she doesn't raise any alarms and she doesn't even bother punishing Muriel. (I am a bit sorry she doesn't get to take a crack at his horrific garb. Missed opportunity there.) With the Metatron's find-Gabriel mandate still in place, she lets the situation run to see if Crowley will get her closer to finding Gabriel -- which, in fact, he does! So she knows when not to act hastily, too.

In the meeting about the Second Coming, and at Gabriel's trial, Saraqael again observes but mostly holds her peace. Her opsness comes to the fore again when they decide to mindwipe Gabriel; she's the one to set it in motion via her glass phone, and she's the one to report that he can't be found. As ops, though, she doesn't unilaterally decide what to do -- she asks.

(And the Metatron, extremely punchable boss that he is, throws the worst and least accurate possible insult at her! Look, I'm not expert at British English or anything, but "wet" seems to mean "whingy halfhearted coward," and that is so not Saraqael! Ugh, if Gabriel learned management from the Metatron, no wonder he's such a horror in s1.)

So we're set up very well for the angels-and-demons bookshop scene. Does Saraqael act swiftly when told to? Yep -- if not for Crowley, Maggie and Nina would be table seasonings.

Does Saraqael observe, and draw correct conclusions? I think so. Because I'm on the side of things that thinks she rumbled the human-guise Metatron well before Crowley gave the game away to Aziraphale, yet said nothing. Very intriguing.

Here's where I'm going with all this. Two points, actually:

Point one: Maybe it wasn't the Metatron who mindwiped Crowley, since that's a thing that sure seems to have happened. (That would leave human-Enoch-becomes-the-Metatron theories intact.) Maybe it was Saraqael. Who worked with Crowley on the Horsehead Nebula, and might well have heard him asking dangerous questions. Whose job mindwiping apparently is. I'm not wedded to this theory, but gosh, it sure is interesting.

Point two: Organizations can shamble along like zombies with consistently crappy ops (a lot of us have probably worked for such; I sure have). An organization that had competent ops but suddenly loses it, however, is boned, humped, screwed, at least temporarily and quite possibly permanently.

If I were Aziraphale, wanting to ruin the Metatron and wreck Heaven's whole deal, the very first angel I'd want to subvert, recruit, or -- and I hope this doesn't happen but I'm not ruling it out, because if I'm right about what Saraqael did to Crowley, Aziraphale's gonna go postal when he finds out -- destroy, would be Saraqael.

[morganbritton132]

I remember a while ago Steve wasn’t letting go of hope for his Mom showing up because he said she’s always late. Does he hit a point after that where he starts to admit maybe she isn’t coming? How does Eddie handle it?

@mcneen asked: Was there ever any further discussion between Steve and Eddie when Steve’s Mom didn’t show up, and Steve was like “oh she’s going to be late, she’s always been late”? I love love this series and check for more updates every day, thank you so much for writing it!

I’m going to kill two birds with one stone here since these two are asking for similar things

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He always knew that she wasn’t coming.

He has known it every time he’s extended an olive branch just to watch it wilt and rot, and he knows that his friends and family think that he’s in denial about it. He knows that they have worriedly whispered conversations about him, but they don’t get it.

Yeah, it would be less heartbreaking to just give up but it wouldn’t be easier.

The Buckley’s are amazing parents that still send care packages to their daughter and call her every day for a month leading up to her birthday. Wayne took in his nephew when he didn’t have to and stood in defense of him against an entire town. Joyce – Jesus, Joyce Byers went to hell and back for her son. Hopper, Claudia, Sue, Karen… they’re all amazing parents, and you know what?

His mom was amazing once too.

And he knows. He knows. He knows. He knows how untrue that statement really is. He’s been in therapy long enough to know that he had a bad childhood and his parents were neglectful, but he cannot rectify that with the little boy inside him that loves his mom to pieces.

In the same way that he will always be sixteen years old and scared of the dead girl in his pool, he will always be small, waiting by the door for a mother that always eventually came home. Though, he knows.

He knows that seasons change and old injuries never heal quite right, and it never really mattered if his mother came home because she was always leaving but… But she was never outright cruel.

His father was a mean man that demanded perfection and belittled anything less than that. He was a unhappy man that fostered an atmosphere so hostile that his only son barely dared to breathe in his presence, and his mom. Well, it wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know how to be a mother.

But she was there. Sometimes as the silent observer, sometimes disinterested, but always the one to say, “Enough.”

“Enough,” she said after Barb’s disappearance, after the phone call from the police, after the lecture that turned physical. She stood between them with her hand pressed against her father’s chest and said, “That’s enough. Steven, go to your room.”

“Enough,” she said after the final rejection letter, after the job at his dad’s company was rescinded, after he was told to get a job or get out. “Enough, James. What is all this yelling going to do? It will not get him into college.”

“Enough,” she said after Steve stood his ground and took back nothing when he told them that Eddie was not just a friend, that he loved him and for the first time ever, it felt like someone loved him back. After the fighting, and the yelling, and being kicked out, she finally uttered, “Enough.”

About insurance.

His father stripped him line by line of everything he has always known, but insurance was where his mother drew the line. They all new that he would never be able to afford his medication without it and, “God forbid, he have a seizure and get another kid killed, Jay.”

The last conversation Steve had with his mother was at his father’s funeral. He said she looked well given the circumstances and she said that he should really do something about all that gray hair.

So, no. He’s not expecting her to show up. He never really is, but he wants it. He wants it so bad and it all kinda comes crashing down around him one evening after Eddie casually mentions that Wayne called earlier, “He said you’re getting better at speaking on camera.”

“What?”

Eddie explains that Wayne caught Steve’s interview about his YouTube math tutorials going viral. Steve asks how a man living in Florida manages to watch a local news broadcast from Illinois, and Eddie says that he looked it up online. Steve asks, “Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s proud of you,” Eddie says simply.

Something just cracks and the next thing either of them knows, Steve is crying. It’s kinda funny how wide Eddie’s eyes go, but Steve can’t even laugh about it because he feels like he’s going to drown inside himself.

It takes time and a lot of coaxing for Steve to get to a point where he tell Eddie that he’s sad. He just doesn’t understand what he’s supposed to do to make her want to see him. He doesn’t know what he did that was so wrong that she can’t forgive him and why – “Why can’t she just love me?”

Eddie tells him firmly, “Stevie, baby. I want you to listen very carefully to me, okay? I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life, okay?”

Steve nods.

“You did nothing wrong,” He says, and Steve just – he can’t believe it. He can’t believe that because then there’s nothing he can do to fix it and he – “Tell me this, Steve. Tell me what Erica Sinclair – Lady Applejack herself. Tell me what she has to do to make you consider cutting contact with her? What’s the least she’d have to do? Think about it an give me an answer, sweetheart.”

Steve things about it and eventually settles on, “Open the Upside Down on purpose.”

“Have you even opened a portal to a hell dimension on purpose then, babe?”

“Ed-“

“No, I want an answer,” Eddie says. “Have you ever purposely ripped a hole in the space-time continuum to an alternate reality?”

“No.”

“You ever do something worse than that?”

“I- no? Eddie-“

“Then it sounds like the problem is with your mom and not you,” He answers. “It sounds like she needs to get over her own fucking issues, and I know. I know that fucking sucks, Steve, but you cannot spend the rest of your life blaming yourself for her unwillingness to grow as a person.”

Eddie wipes the tears from his face and kiss the tip of his nose, and Steve admits, “I’m still sad.”

“I know, baby,” Eddie tells him. “That’s okay.”

Steve doesn’t know how much time lingers between them in silence, just that he’s tired the way he always is after he cries a lot. He’s about to tell him that he’s going to go to bed when Eddie states, “Joyce still lives in Hawkins, right? I’m gonna call her and see if she’ll beat your mom up.”  

[backtothefanfiction]

Last Kiss | tasm!peter no way home imagine

Warnings; fluff, grief, one use of Y/N, female reader inset

Word count: probably somewhere around 1k (once again this is a quick one written in app so…)

A/N- didn’t know where this was going when I started it but now we are here. premise is reader didn’t get to say goodbye to Peter in her own world. when she is suddenly pulled across space and time to another dimension, is she finally about to get that last kiss she always wanted.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” Peter asks as he begins pulling back the stool on the other side of the table in front of you.

Everything inside you is screaming ‘No, go away, leave me alone’ but instead you give a quiet “Yeah, sure,” because you’d never be that rude.

But it had been a weird 48 hours. Magic, villains from other dimensions, Peter’s from other dimensions, including one particular Peter with fluffy hair and deep brown eyes who looked just like your best friend back home. But it wasn’t him. Would never be him. He was long gone.

“You know, you have been awfully quiet throughout this whole process.” He observes.

You know you have been quiet. You have been very quiet, acting very unlike yourself. You hadn’t had a problem being yourself at all to start with. You had found Peter and his friends very quickly, assisting them with their quest to round up the villains so that they could send you all home. Had made friends with Ned and MJ, acting as a sort of older sister figure to them. But then came the incident at Happy’s apartment. You’d gone to Ned’s house like their Peter had told you to. Then everything changed again. Then came the other Peter’s. The moment he first walked through that portal and pulled his mask off you knew you were in trouble. You needed to keep your distance. Needed to not interact. Not get attached. Pretend it didn’t kill you inside to have those eyes look at you and not know who you are.

“Just… working away.” You say briefly and cheerily trying to make as little eye contact with him as possible.

“You’re shaking.” He observes.

“Yup, right you are again.” You say putting your pen down and breathing deeply, trying to get yourself under control. He didn’t know you. This wasn’t your Peter. He looked like your Peter. Sounded like your Peter. But he wasn’t and in a few hours time when you had all fixed everyone, you would both go back to your respective universes and never see each other again. You’d never see that face again. Or hear that voice. Or…

“Are you okay?”

With your reality fully dawning on you, you decide to be brave. You grab his hand, that had been resting on the desk, get up and begin to pull him out of the classroom and into the corridor.

“Okayy.” He says dragging out the word as you come to a stop, dropping his hand. Your eyes tell him everything and he softens as tears begin to well in your eyes. His head drops to the floor before he gives a muttered, “sorry.”

“He looked like you.” You are finally able to say through the lump in your throat. “My-“ you can’t even say his name, your lips being sucked between your teeth as you try to compose yourself. He waits patiently in front of you, neither stepping forward to touch you or utter a single word, now aware of the impact his mere presence has on you.

After a moment of silence, unsure of what to say or do other than cry you just look at him.

“What do you need from me?” He asks softly.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye.” You say as tears stream down your cheeks.

“Okay, well um… would it help if you said it to me. If you pretended I was him, I mean…” he says flustered, unsure of what to say or do.

It takes you a moment to process his words but you silently nod.

“Okay, uh, okay.” He says suddenly looking around. “Not here.” He says taking your hand and pulling you down the corridor, leading you back up to the roof.

Although he may have not been your Peter, his hand felt familiar. The pressure in which he trapped your fingers with his own, holding you tight and steady as he pulled you out into the night air.

“Okay.” He says as he turns himself to face you. “Umm, whatever you need to say- or do,” he quickly adds, “just pretend I’m him. Okay? Whatever you need, just-“

You kiss him. It surprises him for a second but he soon wraps his arms protectively around you and kisses you back. You breathe him in deeply, as if you’re trying to use all your senses in order to commit this moment to memory.

You break the kiss, keeping your eyes closed as you step further into his arms, you hands rubbing soothingly across his back as you nuzzle your face into his chest. He holds you firmly, his hand smoothing down your hair as he holds your head closely to him. For a moment you almost forget, caught up in the fantasy of being held by your man, one last time. Rewriting that last night in your mind. No argument. No city in need of saving. No giant lizard man. Just another night, stood on the roof with your favourite guy enjoying the view.

“Thank you.” You say, clearing your throat as you finally step back from him.

“Uh, no worries. Anytime.” He offers with a small smile, a tiny blush to his cheeks as he looks at you.

“We should, uh probably go back.” You say awkwardly.

“Eh yes. Yes!.” He says more animated. “We should, uh definitely do that.” He says skipping forward slightly as he moves towards the propped open door, holding it open and ushering you back inside first.

You pause as you take him in once more, “Thank you, Peter.”

He smiles. “Any time, Y/N.”

[666writingcafe]

A Reward (Part Two)

Content Warning: a MC-centered orgy featuring blow jobs

MC

One moment, I'm watching a movie with everyone. The next, I'm back on the bed I was on during Belphie's portion of my chastity test.

"Welcome back," Belphie greets me. He's sitting cross-legged across from me.

"What's going on?" I ask. "This isn't a surprise final, is it?"

"No, no, nothing like that."

"Then what am I doing here?" Belphie sighs.

"We've noticed how tense you've been the last few days and figured it was due to the emotional aftermath of the test."

"I mean, you're not wrong. I know it was designed to push my limits, but damn. It didn't need to be that fucking hard." Belphie chuckles.

"That's why we decided to reward you." That's the second time he's said "we", but the word just now registered in my brain.

"We?" I repeat. Belphie nods his head, smiling. There's no way this is happening right now.

"You mean all of you agreed--"

"Yep," he answers, interrupting my train of thought. "It was surprisingly easy."

"Belphie, I...I don't know what to say."

"Just tell me when you want to begin." I'm completely speechless. The fact that these guys are willing to play out this particular fantasy of mine is something I never thought would actually happen. It's part of why I resisted Asmo's charm for so long; I didn't want him--or anyone else--to think less of me for it.

"Don't overthink it, MC."

"It's not that," I tell him. "It's just...well...why is it happening here?"

"Diavolo was worried that your body couldn't handle the stress of this in the real world, so this is the next best thing."

"But this is only a dream." Belphie rolls his eyes.

"You're forgetting, MC: I can make this feel like reality. That includes leaving evidence that will still be there when you wake up. We're simply taking advantage of the nebulous nature of the dream realm to make this happen for you." I close my eyes, still feeling overwhelmed. Part of me considers having Belphie send me to another part of the dream realm that has rainbows or something less intense than this.

"It's okay," Belphie comforts. "You don't have to worry about a thing. We'll take care of you. I promise." I take a deep breath. The person that I was before the exchange program would have never agreed to do something this slutty. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was afraid of making a fool out of myself.

But I've grown a lot since then, and these guys seem to accept me, flaws and all.

"Okay," I whisper. I feel the bed shift. Moments later, I find myself up against someone's chest as Belphie's lips are on mine. The mystery person's hands reach inside my shirt and lightly slide up my sides, making me shiver.

"Relax," Lucifer whispers, planting a kiss on my temple. "You're allowed to enjoy yourself."

"We don't have to do this if you feel uncomfortable," Belphie adds. Opening my eyes reveals his face inches away from my own. "Just say the word, and we'll stop."

"Please keep going." I sound pathetic. Rather than tease me for it, however, the two men resume their actions. Their hands travel up and down my body as their lips focus on my face and neck. At some point, my shirt disappears. Whether one of them actually took it off or it simply vanished into thin air is anyone's guess.

Lucifer gets off the bed, and Belphie gently pushes me so that I'm lying on my back. Multiple hands and lips immediately begin roaming all over my body, reducing me to pants and soft whines.

"Aaaw," Asmo coos. "You're so adorable, MC."

"We've barely gotten started, and already you're a trembling mess," Satan observes.

"I..." Their constant touching is making me forget what I was even going to say. Something about me not being able to help it?

"Ssh," Simeon whispers. "You don't have to talk, MC. Just focus on us, okay?" I feel like I'm melting.

"Give them a moment," Diavolo instructs, his breath hot on my belly. "They're not used to having this much attention on them. They're probably overwhelmed." Everyone's movements stop as they look at me, waiting for a reaction.

"It's..." I have to really focus to get the words to come out of my mouth. "It's like my brain's turned to jelly."

"Is that a good thing?" Solomon asks.

"I think so. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm just not used to it, that's all."

"If I'd known you'd react like this, I would have made this happen a lot sooner," Belphie chimes in. "It's nice seeing you truly relax, MC."

"So, are you good to continue?" Beel asks. "Or do you need more time to recenter yourself?" I take another deep breath. I have a feeling I'll be doing that quite a bit this evening.

"I'm ready." With that, the men resume their touching, keeping a closer eye on my reactions to make sure I don't become overstimulated again.

"You're doing so well, MC," Barbatos praises. "Such a good little lamb." Hearing the compliment makes me whine.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this to you guys," Belphie states. "Well, Asmo may have known already, but it seems as though our MC has a bit of a praise kink."

"Is that true, MC?" Mammon asks, rubbing his hand up and down my thigh. "Do you like being told how good you are?" I hum affirmatively.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Levi responds. "I have one, too. It helps boost my self-confidence."

"For me, they help me feel valued," I explain quietly. "They assure me that I'm doing the right thing."

"So, does degradation have the opposite effect on you?" Belphie asks.

"I mean, if that's all you're doing, then yes. I'd probably start crying. But if there are praises mixed into it, then it's not so bad."

"So, if I told you to take my dick in your mouth like the good little whore that you are, you wouldn't have a problem with that?"

"Oh, that got their attention," Asmo quips before I have a chance to answer. It makes sense that he picked up on that; he is the Avatar of Lust, after all.

"Then let's put it to the test." The other men move off me, and Belphie repositions the two of us so that my face is level with his crotch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Satan, Barbatos, Asmo, and Diavolo all exchange knowing glances. They've all witnessed first hand how I react to having a demon dick in my face, and it's not by acting all shy about it.

Belphie makes the clothes on his bottom half disappear with a snap of his fingers, and without hesitation I wrap my mouth around him, gripping both sides of his waist as I begin moving up and down.

"Fuck!" Belphie hisses. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"That was my reaction when they did that to me," Asmo responds. "Really threw me off guard at first. I didn't think they even knew how to give a blowjob, let alone be able to excel at it."

"It appears to become the only thing on their mind," Diavolo adds. "They won't stop until you've cummed completely in your mouth, and even then they might continue sucking."

"Hang on," Mammon chimes in. "You mean to tell me that you two received a blowjob from MC before the rest of us?"

"Make that four," Barbatos answers.

"Four?! Now, that hardly seems fair." I briefly stop what I'm doing to tell Mammon that I'd be more than happy to help even the score, so to speak, making him shut up and allowing me to continue pleasuring Belphie.

The next little bit goes by in a blur as I make good on my promise. Mammon's quite loud, Levi babbles incoherently the whole time, Beel mostly growls, and Lucifer and Solomon groan like the old men that they are.

But the one that stands out to me the most is Simeon. After making 100% sure that he's okay with me doing this to him, I go for it. The noises that consequently come out of his mouth are some of the prettiest I've ever heard. It almost sounds like he's singing.

My jaw aches when I'm finally finished.

"Our turn," Belphie states. The bed creaks as he gets on it, pushing me up against the headrest. He then grabs my legs and spreads them apart before positioning himself between them. The gaspy moan I produce when he begins pleasuring me with his mouth appears to be a kind of siren call, for everyone else resumes touching the rest of my body with their hands and lips.

I don't know how much time passes or how many orgasms I have. And yet I can't find it in me to care that much. There's only one word on my mind as they have their way with me: more.

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan

[author-ssi]

Let Me Pleasure You ~PJM

➜Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader ➜Genre: Smut, One-Shot Warnings: dirty talk and fingering [18+ MDNI] ➜Word Count: 1.1k ➜Summary: When you stumble upon a bartender named Jimin after being left unsatisfied by your date.

You're drunk.

You're so freaking drunk.

But that was the goal you had in mind when you entered this bar, so you're pretty pleased with yourself. Not the exact pleasure you'd thought you'd be getting tonight but at least after a few drinks, it's safe to say your sexual frustration has been appeased for the time being.

"It was awful! He just couldn't get it up! I mean, I was over there, trying my best to -you know- but it was no good!", you vent in the videos you're sending to your two best friends while sitting on a bar stool. Sipping your fourth glass of wine for the night, the buzz in your head intensifying, you glance around the empty bar to check whether you're safe from prying ears. The bartender is on the other side of the bar, there are but two groups of people at tables quite far from you; so you're good.

Clicking on your phone, you start recording the next video of you rumbling, "At first, I thought that he might be nervous but when I asked him he denied it and said that the hotel just didn't inspire him and that he was anxious about our limited time, too. I mean- He was the one who booked the hotel and as far as I'm concerned, we had plenty of time so all those are just excuses. Still, I don't get it! I gave him a handjob, and he got an erection but then, everytime he was about to enter me, he went... Limpy!".

Downing the rest of your drink, you twirl the glass around with your fingers as you let out a long, disappointed sigh. "So much for grooming myself... I put on my favourite body lotion, wore that pair of black, lacy lingerie I own and for what!? I've been going out with this guy for like a month and I've been dropping so many hints for him to find a place for us to have sex and when we finally get the chance, this happens!", you unconsciously raise your volume, ultimately groaning in exasperation.

"Why are you still dating this guy, then?", a euphonic, male voice is heard out of nowhere and you turn to face the black-haired bartender gazing at you with a genuinely puzzled look in his peering, brown eyes. You're too stunned to speak as you watch him lean against the bar resting his chin on his palm and raising a questioning brow at you, "Based on what you're describing it seems you two have no sexual chemistry and from my experience, when two people don't fulfil one another's desires in bed, then there's no point in them dating".

"You could always stay friends, keep things platonic", he adds with a shrug of his shoulders before coming out from behind the bar to stand right in front of you. "Besides, there are plenty of men out there; perfectly capable of providing you with the pleasure you deserve", his deep voice takes on a sensuous tone and travels all the way to your core, bringing back to the surface all the sexual frustration you tried to bury. Nimble fingers inch towards the end of your dress, hovering over your bare thighs. His eyes appear dark yet calculating, as if trying to pinpoint your boundaries so he won't cross them later.

Finding his intentions to respect you unbearably sexy, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, trembling eyes almost begging him to touch you. Still, the handsome man settles on teasingly tugging at the edge of your dress, smirking down at you smugly. “It’s the first time I’ve had a stranger offer me advice on my sex life”, you observe with a playful giggle yet the way you’re staring at him from under your lashes is nothing but seductive. The heat in your panties instantly turns to dampness when his fingers finally move under your dress caressing the inside of your thighs, and you spread your legs slightly in order to allow him a little more space.

“How rude of me not to introduce myself... I’m Jimin”, he states with his voice becoming even more sensuous, causing goosebumps to shoot down your back and your legs to almost quiver. “I’m Y/N-”, you barely manage to utter before his fingers come in contact with the spot you need it most. A heavy sigh escapes you as pleasure paints over your expression when he starts to move his fingers up and down, rubbing them against your clothed pussy. “Nice to meet you Y/N”, he chuckles lowly, clearly satisfied with your reaction to his touch.

You place a hand on his slim waist for support, fingers gripping onto the fabric of his black shirt in attempt to choke back a moan when he adds more pressure and rhythm to his touch. "You know... If I was your man, then it would never get to the point where you'd have to drop hints for us to have sex; I'd rail you to your heart's content", his words are fierce and direct compared to the subtle and gentle way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear the moment you look up to meet his gaze. The lustful look you’re giving him urges him to go one step further, pulling your panties to the side and entering two of his fingers inside you.

Astonished by his bold invasion of your body, you can’t help but let out a staggered gasp. Yet, your state of astonishment is even more prolonged when his plump lips find their way to the now exposed skin of your neck, peppering wet kisses all over it. “Jimin, we’re not alone here”, you mutter in a brief state of clarity through the haziness of pleasure. "Oh, so you want to continue somewhere more private?”, he murmurs against your skin, his thick fingers suddenly curling inside you. The stimulation is too intense you’re surprised you didn’t fold on the spot. Instead in an attempt to control yourself, you clamp a palm against your mouth stifling a high-pitched whine.

“Look at how your pussy is squeezing my fingers. I can already imagine it clenching on my cock ”, he rasps with a slight grunt of anticipation before he finally draws his face from your neck to look at you. His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. Not that you’d ever be able to take your eyes away from him either! “Come on baby, let me...", he speaks with his full lips now brushing against the shell of your ear.

"Let me pleasure you"

[matan4il]

My daily update post is a personal one today. Following International Holocaust Memorial Day, that's observed every year on Jan 27 globally thanks to Israel's initiative, today I got to guide a very special tour, with a bar mitzvah ceremony at the end, for kids evacuated from the south.

They're from a community that's the second most western one in Israel. They only have one western neighbor, Kerem Shalom, which is right on the border with Gaza. Their community is incredibly small, and was only established 12 years ago. On Oct 7, as thousands of rockets were rained down on Israel, some hit inside their tiny hometown. When terrorists were invading civilian communities and attacking people there, and burning everything, they described the sky as being black due to the smoke, and they said that breathing the air was like inhaling gun powder. When a neighboring community was attacked, some of their emergency squad went over to help, and prevented a massacre from taking place there, too. They lost 4 members of the squad, which may not sound like a lot to some, but on top of each person being an entire world, in such a small community, that carries an impact. The way they put it, there are 15 orphans in their community, all from the same street.

They were evacuated from their home on Oct 7, which means they are all internal refugees. They've been homeless since the massacre. Someone donated the money, so the community's kids who are of bar and bat mitzvah age could get this special tour and ceremony, where they each adopted the memory of one child of roughly the same age, who was murdered in the Holocaust. And we talked about the meaning of remembrance, and how do we move on, and how our Holocaust museum is a testament to the destruction brought upon the Jewish people, but also to the strength of our spirit, and how we survived, how we took care of each other even in the worst of times, how we overcame and re-built, it is a testament to the resilience of the Jewish people.

Am Yisrael Chai. That's not just a slogan. Today I felt like I had the honor to be a small part of another chapter in the story of our resilience and strength, and I wanted to share it with all of you.

Sending you much love, wherever you are! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[ilikepjo24]

We all know that Ursa couldn't solve all of Azula's problems if she tried...

...But she could solve some of them.

People love to say that Ursa was a victim of Ozai (which is true) and the fact that she has a bad relationship with Azula is exclusively Ozai's fault (which isn't). Ursa also shares blame. You can't act like she holds no responsibility when she's the one Azula keeps hallucinating. She's the reason behind Azula's abandonment issues.

"bUT iT WAs oZai tHAt foRceD hEr to leAvE, sO IT wAs hIS fAuLt 🤡"

Ozai did force Ursa to leave, but did he also force her not to say goodbye to her daughter? Did any of you ever heard Ozai say "You can wake up Zuko if you want, cause adding abandonment issues on top of all his other flaws would make him even more unbearable, but don't you dare disturb Azula, she needs her beauty sleep."? I don't remember that scene ever happening, in the show or in the comics.

"BuT azULa coUlD hAve snItcHeD oN heR 🤡"

Blaming the child I see, but you're forgetting sn important detail. Snitch on her to who?

Ozai? He already knew she was leaving.

Azulon? He was dead.

To some guard? The guards would just report to Ozai, who would do nothing because he wanted her to leave.

Iroh? In what universe would Azula willingly go to Iroh if she had a problem? Was Iroh even there at the moment or was he still in the spirit world? We don't know, we never saw him!

There was absolutely no reason whatsoever why Ursa couldn't wake Azula up. No reason whatsoever. Plus, Azula is baby, if Ursa were to wake her up in the middle of the night, Azula would tell nobody (at least not immediately) because she would just fall asleep again, just like Zuko did, because she's nine!

Do you even know what kind of natural disasters nine year olds can sleep through? You can't possibly believe that, Azula, a nine year old, would leave her comfortable, warm bed, in the middle of the night, to go find her scary dad, or scary grandfather, or walk around until she found a guard (where were the guards btw? How come nobody saw Ursa? It's possible that there wasn't even any guards patrolling in the inside of the palace) to tell them that her mom came to hug her in the middle of the night, when, realistically, her mind was still fuzzy from sleep and she didn't even know that the hug meant goodbye, since Ursa had no reason to give away that detail, since she didn't tell Zuko either.

But let's pretend that you're right, and Ursa couldn't wake Azula up for some reason. That still doesn't change the fact that Ursa could still do other stuff to be close to her daughter. Ask her to do an activity together or something.

"bUt ThE tuRtlEdUCKs...- 🤡"

Stfu about the turtleducks. Feeding the turtleducks is an activity Zuko likes, that Azula has no interest in. Just like with the walks in the ganders. That's not how responsible parenting is done. This is "I will send some quality time with one child and drag the other one along to not look bad, but during the quality time the second kid can buzz off, I won't even be paying attention to them." This is exactly what is happening in this picture:

And don't go all "What chance would she have? Azula would push her away!" Because that just indicates that you don't understand shit about Azula's character. She wants her parents to be proud of her. She wants her power to be recognized. That's canonically what she craves the most:

So no, if Ursa gave Azula a chance to feel like she's making her mother proud, Azula would rather die than waste it. And under what circumstances could Ursa give Azula a chance like that without being interrupted you may ask? Well that's very simple. During Azula's training.

In this panel Azula is speaking directly to Ozai about how her training went. Which means he wasn't there to see it. He wasn't the one training her. He wasn't observing her training. And he wouldn't be there to stop Ursa from observing Azula's training once in a blue moon. He wouldn't be there to stop Ursa from telling Azula that she has improved so much and she's proud of her. He wouldn't be there to stop Ursa from showing Azula how much she loves her. He wouldn't be there to stop Azula from growing up knowing that her nother does care.

And who knows? Maybe the presence of a parent that doesn't believe in burning people's pants when you're displeased with them would prevent Azula from misbehaving on those occasions.

So Ozai couldn't prevent Ursa from doing that. Azula wouldn't want to prevent Ursa from doing that. So what stopped Ursa from doing it? Nothing. Nothing at all. She could easily do it and chose not to. Because Ursa isn't as good of a mom as some of you like to pretend she is.

Ursa couldn't solve all of Azula's problems, but she could save Azula from a lifetime of thinking her mom didn't love her and she selected not to do it because Ursa is not a great person.

Thus proven.

[sonicblueartist]

Maybe a scenario where bullfrogs S/O is drunk and all clingy?

A/N: Omg 😭 Such a fun and cute idea. I am also so sorry that this is so short. I couldn't think anything else to write AHHH

Bullfrog x h!reader

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Drunk

Laughing, you crawled and reached for the door handle, pushing the key in the tiny hole, everytime failing. Of course, you couldn't get it right with your unstable vision. But somehow the door opened and a pair of arms wrapped around you. You smiled and returned the nice gently hug with a happy sigh as the arms wrapped around you tightly.

You couldn't stop your giggling, you tried to take your house keys out of your pocket. The keys fell from your pocket with a loud jingle. You bent down to pick them up, you couldn't get up and fell to the ground. You couldn't control your laughter anymore. God, you couldn't even stand on your feet, hahaha!

An anxious voice called out to you, "You are here thank god! Everything okay?! Why did it take you so long to come? Where have you been? Are you okay? I was about to go look for you! J'étais effrayé!"

You chuchkled with the familar voice babbling, you couldn't quite catch what he means excatly but you didn't understand why he was worried, you pressed your finger on his lips sushing him, "Shhh, you are so loud." You breath out goggling. He stepped back confuse with a frown plastered on his face, holding your face in his hands, tilting your head to sides observing your figure.

"Why are you laughing?" He sighed. "Oh god, please, don't tell me they drugged you." He panicked.

"You're really funny." You slurred out and snickered booping his nose. "I drank all night myself!" You reach out once again hugging his figure, rubbing your face on his chest giddily like a little kid.

He paused with that, then sighed, a bit dissapointed, "So, you did. Nous parlerons de tout ça quand ton mal de tête s'améliorera demain." He muttered to himself.

You mumbled, "Why do you talk like that?"

He ignored that, "Come on, let's get you inside. You must be cold." You didn't rejected his offer and he helped you stand up, holding your arms tightly, making sure you didn't fall, and led you into the living room, helping you to sat on the couch without any trouble. Unexpectedly you didn't let him go as you laid down causing him to yelp and slip, falling on you.

He sttutered your name out, "You need to let me go now, I am gonna go get some ice. You--"

"Nooooo!" You whined and hold onto him.

He chuchkled with that, "Come on, ma lumière. Let me go." He gently pleaded with you not using any force.

You shook your head and pressed your head on his chest, "I don't want ice. It's cold. I want you."

He flushed with that, it was silly, you didn't know what you are actually saying, "Fine. No ice." He wrapped his arms around you, "At least can I get in a more comfortable postition?... Non? Okay..." He couldn't help but smile at your flushed cheeks and nose. You looked cute like that. He laid his head on top of yours, gently caressing your head. He wasn't expecting you to actually caught him prisoner in your arms and wrap your legs around him. He wrapped his arms around you in surrender. He grunted when you turn on your side tightening your grip a bit then lossining it.

"If you are gonna fall asleep at least go and sleep on your bed. It's more comfortable--" He sighed with your unaudable whining. He flushed even more with you leave little kisses over his face. He melted in them soon enough, resisting not gonna do it.

He sighed, "D'accord. Alors dormons ici." He mumbled with a soft smile. His wrapped arms around you tightens.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Little Wolf

kai parker x reader | (wolf!reader)

summary: kai bonds with the girl that lives down the hall from him in the boarding house

tags: house party, minor titanic reference, threats, feelings, nesting, abo undertones / werewolves, tickling, siphoning, first kiss, teasing, cuddling

word count: 3.7k

“What’s she doing?” Kai asks Damon as he watches you. 

Kai poked his head inside your room looking for you, only to find you moving about quickly inside it. Your laptop is in the center of your bed, surrounded by pillows, blankets, and an arrangement of what looks to be shirts. You haven’t even noticed Kai, too focused on getting everything exactly where you want it. He’s too entranced in his observation to ask you himself, which is why he questioned the man instead. After all, Damon has been following him around all night, so it’s not like he had to direct his confusion too far. 

Damon narrows his eyes, then peeks inside your room, too. As soon as he realizes what you’re doing, he chuckles to himself. 

“What?” Kai asks again.

“Wouldn’t you want to know?” Damon rolls his eyes and starts down the hallway. 

Kai, now even more confused, follows. “What do you mean by that? I do want to know, that’s why I asked.”

He stops and turns to face the witch. “No, it’s a saying. Like, of course you’d want to know.”

“What?”

“How are you so confused? It’s-”

“I’m a little behind on modern day talk, Damon. It’s been eighteen years, and-”

“Oh well now you just sound like Rose.”

“Who?!”

“Never mind.”

The two stare at each other. Kai never got his question answered, and Damon doesn’t want to respond. With both of them being stubborn as hell, this could take all night. 

Overhead, the music continues to boom, nearly shaking the mansion. Kai feels himself getting a headache. He just wanted to come up here to find you and escape the party, but then was thrown off guard by your actions. Damon being an ass is just making him angry. 

“Just… whatever, I don’t care,” Kai turns around, sighing.

“Wait, hold on-”

“What?!”

“Where are you going?”

“To talk to Y/N.”

“Yeah, um, no, you’re not.”

Kai scoffs, “why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to. You’re in my house. My rules.”

“If I remember right, this is your Uncle Nephew Zach’s house. Who you killed, so he certainly wouldn’t leave it in your name.”

“Well he wouldn’t let you in in the first place, so you’re lucky this is 2013, and not 1994.”

That comment nearly sends Kai over the edge. He’s just about to take a swing at the vampire, but then you poke your head out from your room. 

“Hey!” You whisper-shout, “could you shut up! I’m up here to avoid the noise, and you two brought it back to me.” 

“Look what you did,” Damon hits Kai’s arm, “you made her mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m just annoyed. And you contributed.”

As soon as you appeared, Kai lowered his hand. Now, he’s staring at you with a puppy-dog look that you can’t decipher. “Sorry, Y/N,” he mutters.

“It’s okay. Just keep it down, please?”

Damon smirks, “I’ll keep him in line for you.”

You roll your eyes, then duck back inside and away from them.

Within your thirty second interaction, Kai’s anger went from one hundred to zero. Now Damon looks at him and laughs. “Still gonna hit me?”

“No, we made her upset. She’s trying to find some quiet in this stupid house and we’re disturbing it.”

“Like you care.”

“I care about her.”

He receives a quizzical look. “Why?”

“I don’t know. Do I have to have a reason?”

“Yes. You’re you.”

Kai swallows hard. “I think I’m gonna go. This party is giving me a headache.”

“Okay, spoilsport. I’m gonna go feed on some unsuspecting college girl.”

The boy doesn’t answer. Before he can leave, though, Damon has one more thing to say. “Oh, and Kai? I don’t know what it is that you like about Y/N, or whatever you call it when you don’t want to kill someone, but leave her alone. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, and don’t tell anyone that you think you care for her ever again. Because you don’t have a heart, you’re a mercilessly killing sociopath. Don’t drag her into your shit, she doesn’t need that.”

“Okay,” he answers, voice small. 

“I’m watching you.”

“Fine.”

For the first time in a while, a part of him actually feels scared. His emotions are already all over the place because of you, but now he’s being told that if he even looks at you, Damon will interfere. He planned to go knock on your door instead of leaving, but now he’s trying to decide if his feelings are worth it. 

The moment the man disappears down the hall, he starts in the other direction towards the stairs. However, as he passes your door, he hesitates. For a second, he still debates knocking. But then Damon’s words ring in his head again, and he knows if he pushes the set boundary, Damon will never let him see you again. So, he makes his way to the railing. 

“Kai?” A small voice calls his name.

He wonders if he imagined it. 

“Malachai,” it says again. 

He turns, carefully, to see your face smiling at him through a crack in your door. 

“Hi,” you wave him towards you. 

Slowly, Kai obeys. Hearing his full name throws him off, and Damon’s words flow right out of his head. “Did you call me ‘Malachai’?”

“Is that okay?”

“Um.”

“Come here,” you interrupt. 

“I shouldn’t-”

“Please.”

He swallows again, looking at the ground. “Y/N-”

“I heard what Damon said. I don’t care.” You bite your lip. “And if he tries to hurt you, he’ll have to get through me.”

Curious now, Kai goes to your door. He walks through when you open it for him, and tries not to look around your room. 

“So you heard…”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t eavesdropping, he’s just loud.”

“Yeah, um…”

“I wish I could say he’s all talk, but… um, let’s just say, he really will have to go through me if he tries. I won’t let him hurt you, Malachai.”

“Kai.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Actually, I don’t hate it coming from you.”

You smile. “Sit with me?”

“Uh, sure.” He follows you, cautiously, to your bed, climbing in beside you. It’s messy, but unexpectedly comfortable. Kai kicks his shoes off before bringing his feet under one of the many blankets. “Can I?” You nod, and he rests his head on one pillow, while tugging another to rest against his stomach.

“You comfortable?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. Want to watch a movie?”

“Okay.”

You had just started one before the two came upstairs, so you only have to replay the five minutes you watched so Kai can see it from the beginning. As it runs, though, his attention is much less focused on the screen, and much more on you. He smiles when you laugh at a particularly funny line, and gives you an endearing look when you nestle into your pillow when a character gets hurt. His emotions are all over the place, but for the first time, he doesn’t want to analyze them. He just wants to feel them; wants to revel in the way you make him feel. 

Halfway through the movie, you catch him off guard. 

“Intermission!” You press pause, then jump off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

You disappear into the bathroom, and Kai takes his chance to look around your room. Movie and band posters cover the walls, many he recognizes, but some are unfamiliar. The desk beside him is cluttered, but it is in the way that girls somehow know exactly where everything is. He remembers Jo’s nightstand being like that. Their father would scold her to clean it, but she’d argue it worked for her. Jo always won arguments with their father. Kai always lost. 

Kai shivers at the memory, then looks away to dismiss it. His eyes travel to the shirts on the bed, wondering whose they are. Though he stops at a suspiciously familiar one, and pulls it out from the pile. Utter confusion hits him as he looks at it. It’s the gray Brooklyn one he brought back from the prison world. Kai thought he’d lost it, but turns out Y/N somehow stole it. He then shuffles through more of the piles, and finds a couple more of his shirts. Some, he had sworn he threw away, but here they were - in Y/N’s bed. 

A sharp gasp fills the silence as you come out of the bathroom. Kai drops the shirts, afraid he’s embarrassed you. No matter his confusion, he’d hate to lose your companionship. “I’m sorry! I-”

But you don't answer. You climb onto the bed and start rearranging the fabrics again, rather frantically. 

“Y/N?” You don't answer, again. “Hey?” Kai picks up the Brooklyn shirt and waves it in your face. “How’d you get this?”

Finally, you stop. Well, freeze may be a more accurate term. “Um.” 

“It’s okay, I’m just curious. I-”

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have taken that!”

“Wait, it’s okay! I’m just wondering, that’s all. I thought I threw it out.”

You bite your lip in embarrassment, then push your face into the closest pillow. You admit a very muffled, “I dug it out.”

“What was that?”

“I stole it.”

“Princess, I can’t hear you.”

You rise from your hiding spot. “I stole it. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d notice.”

Kai smiles. “That’s okay. But, um, why?”

“Wanted it.”

“Okay…”

“Smells like you. Wanted it for my nest.”

“For your what?”

“This,” you gesture to the cluttered space around you. “My nest. Safe space.”

“You wanted it because it smelled like me?”

You nod. “You’re safe.”

Kai’s speechless. He doesn’t know what to do, being called ‘safe’. Usually, he’s known as the exact opposite. “How? Um, how do I make you feel safe?”

“Quiet. Stand up to Damon.” Your face blushes. “Plus cute.”

“You think I’m cute?”

With a quick nodding of your head, you push your face back down into the pillow.

Kai blushes his own shade, then leans forward to grab your shoulders. “Awh, no hiding! You can’t drop that on me and shy away!”

A giggle leaves your lips and you squirm away from his touch. Kai only takes that as an invitation to tease you more. He tickles your sides, loving the way he makes you laugh. In no time, he’s making it into a little game. He tickles you for a moment, then rests his hands still. When you’re not expecting it, he starts up again. Every time he stills, you look up at him with anticipation. He smiles at the sight of your big, beautiful eyes, full of wonder about what he’s going to do next. 

By the fourth or fifth round, you’re out of breath and his arms are getting tired. He doesn’t want to let up, not wanting to lose the chance to touch you, but might have to soon. You don’t want him to stop, either. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t waiting ages to feel his hands on you. 

In fact, the deeply buried feelings belonging to both of you go on overdrive. Your skin heats up and mind races at every touch. Your wolf side that has been begging for Kai for weeks finally feels half-satisfied. Kai, on the other hand, who hasn’t had this kind of contact with someone for decades, is lost in the sensation of what it’s like to touch again. Let alone, the one girl for whom he’s managed to develop feelings. 

The game turns serious when you each have realizations about it. Kai gets deep inside his own head, so far that he neglects, for a second, to mind the present. 

Suddenly, there really is heat on your skin. It burns a little, but you find yourself liking the feeling. When you look down, a visible aura under his hand is tinted orange. 

“What’s that?” You ask, nodding to the hand relaxed upon your body. 

Kai looks down immediately, then retracts his hands. They disappear under the blanket, and so does the warmth they were producing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. That was an accident. Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re okay.”

But the boy is still full of apologies. “I should’ve been paying attention. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-”

You cock your head. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“I- what?”

“Didn’t hurt. Is it supposed to?”

“I- I just siphoned you,” he pauses, “wait, are you a vampire? Witch? How did I siphon you?”

“That’s siphoning?!” He can’t read your expression. “Damon told me some about it, but apparently nothing useful. No, it didn’t hurt at all. Felt warm, a little tingly.”

Kai looks at you, incredulous. “What are you?”

“I’m a wolf,” you reply. As if to prove it, you curl up in your nest and rest your head on a pillow. “Werewolf. Triggered my curse when I was sixteen.”

“Is that why it didn’t hurt?” Neither of you know the answer, but the question still falls from his lips.

You shrug. “I don’t know. Do it again.”

“What?”

“Do it again - the siphon thing.”

“I can’t-”

“Pleaseee,” you practically beg.

Kai’s never had anyone whine for his touch like this. He can’t help but give into your demands. “Tell me if it hurts, I’ll stop immediately.”

“Okay.”

Slowly, he pulls his hands out from under the blanket. At the same time, you uncurl your body to expose an arm to him. 

“I can do it through your shirt.”

“No, do it on my skin.”

He takes a deep breath before reaching out to your arm. His face contorts in concentration as he begins to siphon; the unusual color returns to the point of contact. 

“So you either have no concentration or you have to concentrate really hard?”

Kai nods. “More or less. Tell me when to stop.”

“Don’t.” It burns again, but the sensation travels straight down your spine. Your head feels dizzy, and you have to fight your inner desire to squeeze your legs together. After a while, it gets to be overwhelming, yet you still don’t want him to stop. 

Regardless, he does on his own. The boy smiles. A soft moan escapes his lips as the magic must be trickling throughout his body. This time, you do tuck your legs underneath you, just in case. 

“You didn’t tell me to stop.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

“Y/N, it would’ve hurt eventually.”

“You seemed to like it,” you refer to the little moan he had made. 

Kai blushes. “It feels good whenever I receive magic.”

“Like a warm sensation?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s how my skin was feeling. I liked it, too.”

“It really didn’t hurt?”

“Not at all. Like I said, a slight burn, but… a good burn.”

He nods, seemingly unsure how to react. “So… my shirt. And you said you think I’m cute.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” 

Immediately, you try to bury your face again, but he catches you before you can get too far. Kai slips a hand under your cheek, then holds the other side of your face with his other hand. Without thinking, he climbs over your body to straddle your waist. You’re stuck beneath him, rendered completely still. 

“I’ve got you now,” he teases. 

You struggle a little, refusing eye contact. 

“Say it, princess. Admit again what you told me. Why’d you steal my shirt, hm? The one I specifically threw in the trash.”

You shake your head in defiance and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Awh, come on now. You’ve said it once before, you can say it again.”

“Kai-”

“Are you shy? Is that it?”

You struggle against him more, giggling. The more you fight, the more his hips rub up against you. “Kai-” you try again, not sure exactly what you want from him. 

“What’s up?” He stops, grows serious, and removes his hands from your face. “Too much? I’m sorry.”

“No!” You reach up to grab his hands before they can get too far. 

For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. You link your fingers together in mid-air. A smile graces your face, however the boy looks a tad confused. 

“Kiss me,” you say, finally deciding what you want. 

“Hm?”

“Kiss me.” You unlink your fingers to make a grab for his face. 

Kai leans down into your hands, letting your fingertips hold his cheeks, and his own go back to yours. Then, gently, he kisses you. Your lips work together perfectly; his softer than you expected. Your hands move to the back of his head, lightly scratching at the base of his hairline. The feeling of your nails causes him to deepen the kiss right before he breaks it off. 

“Hi,” you say, a little out of breath. 

“Hi,” he replies cheekily. 

“You’re a good kisser.”

“You’d be the first to know.”

“What?! How is that possible?”

Kai shrugs. He sits upright again, though his legs stay around you. You, meanwhile, prop yourself up on your elbows. The sight of him being so close after weeks of craving him makes your skin feel as hot as it did when he was siphoning. It’s taking everything in you not to push for something more to happen. 

Instead, you give him the explanation he kind of deserves. 

“When I saw you throw those shirts away, I figured you didn’t want them anymore. If you didn’t want them, it could be something of yours I could have without having to talk to you. ‘Cause, I mean, Damon’s pretty much banned us from talking, and I’m too shy to really approach you anyway. But I’ve been observing you. I mean it, when I say you’re a safe person to me. We’ve lived in this same house together for weeks and you’ve never given me a reason to not trust you. I know I don’t really know much about you, aside from what Damon’s said, but that didn’t stop me from forming a little crush. If anything, what he’s said has only made me more curious about you.”

Kai smiles. “You have a crush on me?”

“A teensy one.”

“Really? Only teensy?” He adjusts his hips. A bold move - one he’s hesitant to make - but he can’t stop himself. 

To his delight, you giggle. “Stop! You’re making me blush.”

“A teensy crush, is it? Just a small one?” He’s tickling you again.

“Kai! Fine! It’s not teensy; it’s anything but! I like you,” you grow serious now as his hands still, “a lot.”

“I like you, too, Y/N. Little wolf.”

“Don’t-”

“Don’t call you Little Wolf? I think it’s fitting, with this cute little - what did you call it? - thing, you’ve got going on here?”

“It’s my nest. Don’t make fun.”

“Ah. I would never. I think it’s cozy.”

“You’re not mad I stole your shirts?”

“Not at all, princess. I’m glad you feel safe around me. That’s not something I’m used to hearing.”

“Well get used to it with me.”

“I will certainly try.” He leans forward to kiss your forehead, then another to your lips. 

“Kai?”

“Mhm?”

“Will you cuddle with me? Finish this movie?”

“Of course.”

He climbs off your lap and snuggles back into your side. Already, your legs feel cold without him, but that’s another thing for another time.

You press play on the movie, then nestle yourself closer to him. At some point, both of you drift off into sleep. The party, and the movie, are completely forgotten. 

⁘⁘⁘⁘⁘

The next morning, Damon and the girls are running all over Mystic Falls in search of the lost sociopath. When Kai said he was going to leave, Damon assumed he’d go to the grill for a few hours, wait out the party, and then return to the boarding house. Though by morning, he was neither at the grill, nor in his room. Damon was then quick to alert Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie, and the four of them started to look. 

“Retrace your steps,” Caroline says, after hanging up with Stefan, who hasn’t seen Kai since much earlier the day before, “where did you last see him? Stefan says he saw him in the boarding house kitchen last.”

“Yeah, maybe he never went to the grill at all,” Bonnie agrees. 

The man racks his brain. “He had wandered upstairs, and I was following him, because I didn’t trust him to be alone with that many people in the house. On the way to, presumably, his own room, he passed Y/N’s, and asked me about something she was doing. Oh! He then told me he cares about her, but had no reason as to why, and I told him to never talk to her.”

“He found Y/N?” Bonnie asks, worried. Despite the two of you both currently residing in the house, they tried to keep you separate.

“I was there, thankfully, but yeah. Her door was slightly open.”

“Did you leave him upstairs with her?”

“I mean, I threatened him pretty strongly if he dared to even look at her. To be honest, he looked a little scared.”

“But did you leave him alone up there?”

“Yeah, but-”

He’s cut off by the three girls running to the staircase. Damon sighs, hoping he didn’t fuck up by leaving the boy alone. He thought his threat would’ve been enough warning. 

A second later, a gasp proves to him it wasn’t. When the rest of the search party catches up to Caroline, they all let out their own gasps. 

“Great job,” Bonnie comments, “your threat worked wonders.”

Inside, you and Kai are curled tightly into each other. Your head is pulled into his chest and his chin rests atop it. Kai’s arms are on your back, while yours rest lazily across his side. Your legs tangle beneath the sheets, blankets, and shirts that make up your cozy hideout. Your laptop, somehow, remains undamaged in the middle of the bed. 

“I don’t know how this happened! I threatened him badly!”

“It was probably Y/N, if it wasn’t Kai. You forget she can be a little spitfire when she wants to be. And the fact that she’s been nesting recently…” Elena doesn’t need to finish her sentence; they know what she means. 

“Dammit!” Damon curses, more to himself than anyone else. 

Caroline sighs. “Let’s just… let them sleep, and we can lecture them later. Okay? Okay.” 

Despite the group’s protests, she shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone.

[two-white-butterflies]

As Lovers Often Do - c.5

Description: Alyssa Strong was born to be Aemond's wife. As the dance occurs, certain consequences are levied upon her.

"An eye for an eye. A son for a son."

series masterlist | part four

“She would take him to faraway lands to observe foreign ways, so he could get closer to the strangeness within himself.”

― Fatima Mernissi

"You've been sending letters to my mother?" Alyssa peeked her head inside of Queen Alicent's solar - to see her lover casually lounged upon the leather seats. "Nothing but conversations that siblings ought to have," Aemond humored - eye flickering towards her direction. In all the years of seeing Alyssa, her beauty never ceased to amaze him. "How is the babe? Have they come out?" she inquired, settling beside him and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Not yet, but the midwives say that it is soon." he responded, forgetting about the book on his lap - giving her his full attention. "My mother has always been strong - this pregnancy does not seem to have a toll on her. I worried about her, truthfully. The gods have never been kind to our kin." she breathed, inhaling his scent of cinnamon.

He grimaced at the thought of pregnancy. His mother had a hard time carrying Daeron - it was her last pregnancy. He's also heard stories about Queen Aemma - giving birth took her life. A Targaryen Princess' battlefield is the birthing-bed. "It is a price that we pay," he could only respond. "Enough of babes - rather, let's talk about the progression of your relationship with my mother. I never thought I'd live to see the day that you'd two get along," she chuckled.

She gathered her gowns - taking a small step towards the table that held all the beverages. She fills her goblet with wine even though it was far too early to get drunk. "I could say the same thing, Isa. It comes as a surprise - I never expected Princess Saera to be civil." he stopped the words that were coming out of his mouth.

Her eyebrow raised, taking a sip of her wine. "What do you mean by that?" she asked - and he froze in his tracks. He's been taught that his half-siblings were enemies - that the only person that he could rely on was his own full blooded siblings. Rhaenyra wanted the throne; his mother said, and she wouldn't hesitate to kill their family. But Rhaenyra was different from Saera, right?

"There's always been a war between Queen Alicent's side and Queen Aemma's side. A silent one - I-I always assumed that Princess Saera would take Princess Rhaenyra's side."

"She wishes to remain neutral, I assure you. But what is there to fight for? Aunt Rhaenyra is made heir to the iron throne - it's been six and ten or six and seven years since the birth of Prince Aegon. If muñazma wanted him as King - he would've already done so." Alyssa was quick to apprehend.

Her relationship with Rhaenyra was always - stale, but having her aunt as Queen would be a wonderful precedence. It would show that women especially in this country had a right to society. A right to raise their voices and rule kingdoms. It was pure Valyrian prowess - and it was why she admired the older woman.

"The people of Westeros do not like her?"

"You mean the lords of Westeros? There are as much ladies in court than there are lords - we prefer the Princess Rhaenyra. That is of course, assuming that she isn't the only choice."

Recognizing that it was a losing game, Aemond only smiles. He'd lose everything if it meant being loved by Alyssa. He'd change himself. Love makes you want to be a better person - but it also gives you permission to just be yourself. "Is there something that you are not telling me, Aemond?" Alyssa inquires and he shakes his head.

A decision already formed in his brain - when the time comes ... when his father dies. He will bend the knee to his older sister. It was the right thing to do - the only thing that would make Alyssa happy.

"Nothing, merely politics."

(ALYSSA II)

I always knew that my uncle had a terrible habit of hiding his feelings. He would sooner put the realm to torch than tell me what he truly felt. He promised me a few fortnights ago that he'd ask my mother for my hand - marry me in the traditions of our house, but he hasn't done that yet. He's told Queen Alicent - but not my mother. He's afraid of her and Uncle Daemon.

I've also noticed another thing about my uncle; he's made of fire and gold. While other Targaryens are purely forged of fire - never forgetting, never forgiving - he has a cursed aspect to him. According to my mother, gold came from a star in the sky - it crashed down into earth and engulfed this planet with that beauty. It was a cursed beginning - and thus its existence was also cursed.

People fought for gold - people killed for gold.

Aemond is exactly that; cunning, chivalrous - but also homey. He knows his limits as a man. I could not stop loving him.

My mother whelped again sooner after - a girl. Her name was Viserra, after the doomed daughter of King Jaehaerys. The bards sing about her joyous nature, always smiling even as a babe. The King joked that I had finally found a worthy rival; I mused and joked in return.

But in truths, I felt replaced.

I was half-Strong - but this girl was a pure dragon.

"Will you visit your parents in Dragonstone, child?" my grandfather turns to look at me and I nodded. "Yes, I've been itching to see Viserra. I wonder who she looks like the most?" I replied with a smile.

Yes, I did feel replaced - but I was happy because I finally had a younger sibling. "Our men write that the birth was difficult. Have you asked Daemon about Saera, husband? Will Viserra be their only child?" Alicent asks her husband - cautious as always.

"Ah, yes. The birth was difficult but Saera affirms that they want more children. She has always been a responsible girl. She will pull through." Viserys talks about his daughters with joy - an opposite to the way he looks at his sons. "All is well then?" I ask and the King nods happily. "You know, your mother was about your age when she married your father." Viserys remembers, I freeze.

"You should already be searching for suitors, child. Fulfill your duties as a princess of the realm." Viserys teaches; I could swear to hear Alicent mumble 'lady' in correction. "There are still many things that I wish to achieve in this life, your grace. My lessons are not yet done." I reasoned, this was going to be something I regretted.

"For gods' sake. Have lovers - be happy. You are a Targaryen." he encouraged, much to the dismay of his wife. "That is not something a lady should do," Alicent argues with a scowl. "- it is about time that we engage Aemond with Alyssa. Mend the bonds that have been broken and unite our family." Alicent said something right for once.

"I will give you an ultimatum, Alyssa. Five years - find someone that you'll cherish - and if not, we'll make that choice for you." Viserys concludes, the Queen's eyes relax for a moment. "It is very important that we give the children their own choice - I've learnt that the hard way." Viserys chuckled, taking a sip of his milk of poppy.

"It was basically an indirect approval," Alyssa opened her mouth and Aemond seemed to be deep in thought. "First of all, congratulations on the birth of your sister. Second of all, I've already told my mother." Aemond comforted - seeing that surprised look on his beloved's face. "Why don't you tell my mother?" she questioned and he took a deep breath.

He looks to the side.

"I'm not exactly what your mother would want for you to wed. Didn't she promise you to love in a beautiful house near the sea? I've got no land, no rights, no titles of my own - what face can I show your parents? What face can I show the Lady Regent of Harrenhall or the prince that wields that Dark Sister?" he told himself.

In short words; he was not yet worthy of Alyssa - but he plans to be. "You are a Prince and ... I love you." she tilted her head. He seemed to be surprised too. It was the first time she's ever told him that. "You love me?" the sides of his mouth turned upwards. "You know what I mean - I see a future with you. A safe and comfortable one." she expanded - but the smile does not leave his face.

"You have to go through the formalities first - touring around the realm in search for a suitor - even though you've already found the one... Let me ask you something, Isa. When do you plan to get married?" he inquired and she shrugged. "Mayhaps a year or two from now?" she concluded and he nods.

"My mother has already been negotiating our engagement with Lord Larys - they're finalizing it. Making sure that it's perfect so that Princess Saera would have no choice but to agree. Of course, I've started being friends with your mother a few weeks ago."

"Calm down, Aemond. You're thinking about it too much. My mother has always adored you - she's always loved her siblings regardless." Alyssa reassured. "I am thinking about this too much indeed," he breathed. "Take care of the details, Aemond. I'll deal with the delivery." she placed a hand on his shoulder.

He was adorable.

"Marriage! By the gods. When I spoke to you about marriage, I did not assume that you already had your mind set." Viserys took a sip of his medicine. It always a pain to look at his oldest granddaughter. She looked too much like Aemma - but to hear that she already made her own decision, it reminded him of his own mother. "But do not tell my mother, please." she takes a step forward, staring deep into her grandfather eyes - that often looked like a mirror of her own.

"Oh my dear, do not pull me into trouble that I did not begin." he raised a finger and she sighed. "My mother is sick with childbed fever. I'm afraid that the news would shock her and be detrimental to her health. Please kepa, keep this secret for a few months - or at least until she gets better. Then, I will tell her myself." she promised - feeling that familiar anxiety gnaw at her bones.

She loves her mother - but she would not approve. Saera has loved Daemon since she was a child - but getting married young was wrong in her eyes. Her mother wouldn't approve - not even the King could stop her. "Alright, alright." the King relented, feeling his knees buckle at the weight of his own body.

"But I expect that you keep your distance from Prince Aemond until your engagement is formally announced."

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A/N: I'm sorry for not updating in months. I had to take a step back after my boyfriend cheated on me to the thought of his cousin. (His cousin is a wonderful human being, and I admire her.) Please do not comment hate comments about him since we're still in the process of talking about things and such... I just hope that I'll look back on this one day and have a good laugh.