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writeriguess · 3 months ago

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bakusquad (+shinsou) reacting to their children being disrespectful towards their so ? (it’s totally up to you)

author's note: Just a heads up—if the fonts look weird, that’s Tumblr’s fault, not mine. Everything looks fine in my word processor, so I’m not sure why it got messed up here. Sorry if it’s confusing!

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 – “You don’t ever talk to them like that.”

Bakugou prided himself on being a damn good father. He wasn’t perfect, sure—he had a temper, his words could be sharp, and sometimes he wasn’t the best at handling emotions. But one thing he would never tolerate was disrespect toward the people who mattered. And you? You were the most important damn person in his life.

So when his kid—𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙙—had the audacity to speak to you like that, it was like a switch flipped in his brain.

The air in the room grew thick, heavy with tension as Bakugou slowly turned toward them, jaw tight, crimson eyes burning with something unreadable. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚?”

His kid faltered, shifting on their feet, but still had that bratty defiance in their eyes. “What? It’s not a big deal—”

“The 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 it isn’t.” His voice was low, dangerous. “You think you can just say whatever the fuck you want to them and get away with it?”

His kid had inherited some of his stubbornness, but even they knew they had fucked up. “I was just mad—”

“I don’t give a shit.” Bakugou took a step forward, looming over them like an impending storm. “You ever talk to them like that again, and you’re gonna learn real quick what happens when I get 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 mad.”

His kid swallowed hard. Their defiance wavered, then crumbled under his intense stare.

“Now,” Bakugou continued, crossing his arms. “You’re gonna apologize. Properly.”

A beat of silence. Then, a muttered, “…Sorry.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “Louder.”

“…I’m sorry.”

He let the tension sit for a moment before finally letting out a slow breath, some of the fire in his eyes dimming. “Good.” Then, he glanced at you, his face softening—just barely. His hand found the small of your back, grounding both you and himself.

“You okay?” His voice was quieter now, just for you.

You nodded, offering him a small smile.

Bakugou grunted, turning back to his kid. “You better remember this, ‘cause I ain’t repeating myself.” Then, with a sharp sigh, he ruffled their hair roughly, making them scowl. “Now go wash up. Dinner’s in ten.”

As they shuffled away, still embarrassed, Bakugou turned back to you, tugging you closer with an arm around your waist.

“Brat’s lucky they take after me,” he muttered. Then, softer, “You know I got your back, right?”

You smiled, resting a hand on his chest. “I know.”

And Bakugou? He’d make damn sure you never doubted it.

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 – “That’s not how we treat the people we love.”

Kirishima had always believed in being a kind, understanding parent. He wanted his kid to grow up strong, not just in body but in heart. So, when he overheard them talking to you with a sharp, disrespectful tone, it stopped him in his tracks.

For a second, he thought he misheard. But when he saw the look on your face—the hurt you tried to hide—something inside him tightened.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Kirishima cut in, stepping forward. His usual warm demeanor was absent, replaced by something much more serious. “What did you just say?”

His kid hesitated, shifting uncomfortably under his suddenly heavy gaze. “I was just—”

“No.” His voice was firm, his expression unreadable. “Try again.”

They huffed, folding their arms. “It’s not a big deal—”

“It is.” Kirishima’s jaw clenched as he crouched down to their level, resting his forearms on his knees. He wasn’t one to raise his voice, but the weight of his disappointment was loud enough. “That’s not how we treat people. Especially not someone who takes care of us, who loves us.”

His kid looked away, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

“I get it,” Kirishima continued, his voice softening but still firm. “Sometimes we get mad. We say things we don’t mean. But that’s not an excuse to be cruel.” He reached out, ruffling their hair gently before tilting their chin up so they had to look at him. “You’re better than that, kid.”

A beat of silence. Then, a quiet, “…I’m sorry.”

Kirishima glanced at you, his eyes warm with something unspoken before turning back to his kid. “Not to me.”

They shifted awkwardly before mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

Kirishima finally let out a small, approving nod. “Good.” He patted their back, his usual grin making a return, though a bit softer this time. “Now go wash up. We’ll talk more about this later.”

As his kid scurried away, Kirishima exhaled, running a hand through his hair before turning to you. His hands found your waist as he pulled you close, resting his forehead against yours for a brief second.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah.”

Kirishima chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “They’re gonna learn to be as good-hearted as you, I promise.”

And when Kirishima Eijirou made a promise, he damn well kept it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 – “I know you did not just say that.”

Mina prided herself on being a fun, understanding mom. She gave her kids the space to express themselves, encouraged their wild ideas, and always made sure they knew they were loved. But there were limits—clear, solid limits. And today? They had just crossed one.

It started off as a regular afternoon. You were in the kitchen, finishing up a snack for the kids when Haru, her eldest, let out an exaggerated groan.

“Ugh, why do we always have to eat what you make?” he complained, slumping in his seat. “Mom’s way better at cooking.”

Emi, his younger sister, snickered beside him. “Yeah, if it was Mom, we’d actually be eating something good.”

The words were sharp, dismissive. Maybe they didn’t fully realize it, but they hit hard. Mina saw the way you hesitated—how your fingers twitched for just a second before you covered up the hurt with a forced smile.

That’s when Mina’s expression dropped.

From where she was lounging on the couch, she slowly turned her head, pink eyes narrowed and dangerous. The atmosphere in the room shifted.

“Hold up,” she said, voice deceptively light. “I know you did not just say that.”

Haru and Emi froze. They knew that tone.

Mina stood, stretching her arms over her head before making her way to the table. “I must’ve misheard,” she continued, resting her hands on the back of Haru’s chair. “Because there’s no way my kids—my kids—would be so rude to the person I love.”

Haru shrank a little under her stare. Emi looked away.

Mina hummed, tapping her nails against the wood. “Wanna run that back?”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Haru muttered, still trying to play it off.

Mina’s brow twitched. “Not that big of a—” She sucked in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. Lemme tell you something real quick.”

She crouched down between them, resting her elbows on the table, voice dropping into something firm and undeniable.

“You do not—ever—talk to them like that. I don’t care if you’re in a bad mood, I don’t care if you don’t like what’s for lunch, and I don’t care if you think you’re being funny. What you just did? Not cool.”

Emi squirmed in her seat. “We didn’t mean it like—”

“I don’t care how you meant it,” Mina cut in, tilting her head. “What matters is how it sounded. And it sounded mean.”

Silence.

Mina’s gaze softened just a little as she sighed. “Look, I love you both. But part of growing up is learning when to check yourself. And this?” She gestured between them. “This is one of those moments.”

She stood up, placing a hand on her hip. “So. Try that again.”

Haru hesitated before glancing at you, guilt creeping into his expression. “…I’m sorry.”

Emi sighed, glancing down. “Yeah… me too.”

Mina smiled, ruffling their hair. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

The tension in the air eased just a little, but Mina still turned to you, her expression softening. “Babe, you good?”

You nodded, though you still looked a little uneasy.

Mina frowned before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. “You should never have to deal with that,” she murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

She turned back to the kids. “And you two? You’re lucky I’m the fun parent. ‘Cause if your other parent was Bakugo, oof—you’d be grounded for a month.”

They both paled.

Mina grinned, clapping her hands together. “Alright! Now eat up. Without complaining.”

As they reluctantly dug into their food, Mina leaned in closer to you, voice playful but sincere.

“Next time they pull something like that?” She smirked. “I’m making them do all the cooking.”

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 – “Nah, we don’t do that in this house.”

Denki always prided himself on being the fun parent. The one who made their kid laugh, who let them stay up a little past bedtime, who blasted music and had impromptu dance battles in the kitchen. But there were 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 lines that couldn’t be crossed, and talking to you like that? Oh, hell no.

At first, he blinked, not fully processing what he just heard. But when he saw the way you stiffened, the way you shrank just a little bit under his kid’s sharp words, his usual carefree expression dropped.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up,” he said, stepping between you two with a forced chuckle. His tone was light, but there was a hard edge underneath it. “I know I didn’t just hear you say that.”

His kid rolled their eyes, still caught up in their attitude. “It’s not a big deal—”

Denki crouched down, resting his arms on his knees as he looked them dead in the eye. “Nah. It 𝙞𝙨 a big deal. You don’t talk to them like that. Ever.”

“But—”

“No ‘buts.’” His voice lost the usual teasing lilt, turning uncharacteristically firm. “They do everything for us. They put up with my dumbass and your stubborn streak, and they don’t ask for much in return. So the last thing they deserve is for you to be an asshole.”

His kid flinched, their bravado starting to crack.

Denki sighed, reaching out to ruffle their hair. “I get it. Sometimes we say things without thinking. I do it all the time.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood just a little. “But that’s why we learn from it. And right now? You gotta learn to own up to when you mess up.”

They hesitated, then muttered, “…Sorry.”

Denki tilted his head. “C’mon, you can do better than that.”

His kid huffed before finally looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

Denki grinned, standing back up and slinging an arm around your shoulders. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” He shot you a wink before gently nudging his kid toward the hall. “Now go do something productive. Like…uh, actually, I dunno. Just go.”

Once they were gone, he turned to you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Damn. I feel like I just gave a TED Talk on respect.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You handled it well.”

He gave you a lopsided grin before leaning in, pressing a quick, playful kiss to your cheek. “Yeah? Well, can’t have my favorite person feeling disrespected in my house. That just ain’t happening.”

And he meant every word.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 – “Try that again. The right way.”

Sero had always been the chill parent—the one who let things slide, who laughed off the little stuff, who never got too worked up over minor attitude. But this? 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 wasn’t little.

Hearing his kid talk to you like that made something inside him snap.

His easygoing smile disappeared as he slowly turned to face them, dark eyes unreadable. “𝙃𝙪𝙝,” he said, voice deceptively light. “You wanna try that again?”

His kid huffed, rolling their eyes. “I was just saying—”

“Nope.” Sero cut them off, standing up straighter, his usually relaxed posture gone. “Not like that. Not with that tone.”

They faltered, shifting under the weight of his stare. Sero wasn’t one to get angry—not 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮. But right now, there was something sharp in his expression, something that made his kid realize they’d messed up.

“We don’t talk to them like that,” Sero continued, his voice still calm but 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢. “I don’t care if you’re mad, if you’re having a bad day, if the whole damn world is against you—that is not how you treat someone who loves you.”

His kid’s shoulders slumped, their earlier bravado fading. “I didn’t mean—”

“Yeah? Then say what you 𝙙𝙤 mean. The right way.”

A tense pause. Then, finally, a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

Sero nodded, crossing his arms. “Good. Now go take a breather, and when you’re ready to actually talk about what’s got you acting out, you know where to find me.”

His kid hesitated, then shuffled out of the room, leaving the air thick with the remnants of tension.

Sero let out a slow breath before turning to you, his features softening instantly. “Hey,” he murmured, reaching out to pull you into his side. “You okay?”

You nodded, leaning into him. “Yeah.”

His arms tightened around you, chin resting on top of your head. “They’re lucky I’m the chill one,” he joked lightly, lips quirking into a small smirk. “’Cause if Bakugo was their dad, oof.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You handled it perfectly.”

“Damn right I did.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Ain’t no way I’m letting anyone—𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 our kid—disrespect my favorite person.”

And with Sero, that was a promise.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 – “You don’t get to talk to them like that.”

Shinsou had never been the loud or overbearing parent. He didn’t believe in raising his voice to make a point—he didn’t have to. His presence alone was usually enough to command attention.

But when he heard his kid speak to you with a sharp, dismissive tone, something inside him went cold.

He didn’t react immediately. Instead, he set down his coffee, exhaling slowly as he turned to face them. “What did you just say?”

His kid faltered for a second before crossing their arms. “It’s not a big deal.”

Shinsou’s violet eyes darkened, his jaw tightening just a little. “It is,” he said, voice quiet but carrying weight. “And you know it.”

The room felt 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 in the silence that followed. His kid shifted, suddenly realizing they’d walked straight into something they weren’t prepared for.

Shinsou leaned forward slightly, keeping his gaze locked on them. “I don’t care how upset you are. I don’t care if you’re having the worst day of your life—you 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 take it out on them.” His voice never rose, but each word landed like a carefully aimed strike.

His kid bit their lip, looking down. “…I didn’t mean to.”

“Maybe not.” Shinsou finally stood up, crossing the room until he was standing beside you. His presence was protective, grounding. “But you still did. So now, you’re gonna fix it.”

A pause. Then, finally, “…I’m sorry.”

Shinsou nodded once. “Good.”

The tension in the air eased just slightly as his kid shuffled away, guilt written all over their face. Shinsou let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck before turning to you.

“You alright?” he murmured, his tone softer now.

You nodded, but he still saw the way your shoulders were a little stiff, the way your hands fidgeted. So, without another word, he pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you securely.

“You know they love you,” he mumbled into your hair. “They just need to learn how to handle their emotions better.”

You sighed, sinking into his warmth. “I know.”

Shinsou pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his grip on you firm, unwavering. “I’ll make sure they do.”

And when Shinsou made a promise, he 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 it.

#katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #mina x reader #mina ashido x reader #denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #sero hanta x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader

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luvvixu · 2 months ago

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homework can wait / k. bakugo

you fell asleep in the middle of your homework session in his room.

katsuki bakugo let out a quiet tsk as he glanced down at you, completely knocked out on his lap.

you were supposed to be helping him with the homework spread across his bed as the two of you just set up a small portable table in the middle—but somewhere between ranting about how annoying math was and stealing one of his hoodies, you’d curled up on the bed next to his and dozed off.

he was trying to ignore it. really. his pencil tapped against the page as he forced his eyes back to the textbook, but it was impossible to focus with the way your cheek was squished against his thigh, breath soft and steady.

“you dumbass,” he muttered under his breath, but there was no heat behind it.

with a huff, he leaned down just a little and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. uou didn’t stir, but you smiled in your sleep, like your dreams knew he was touching you. that did something weird to his chest, something warm and annoyingly soft.

he stayed still, pencil forgotten, one hand resting gently on your back.

bakugo sat there, completely still, like moving even a muscle would ruin the peace wrapped around you both.

you shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent as your hand unconsciously grabbed onto the fabric of his sweatpants. he looked down at you, lips twitching into the faintest smile before he rolled his eyes at himself.

“i swear, you’re such a pain in the ass sometimes…” he grumbled.

but he still didn’t move. in fact, he leaned back on the headboard just a bit to give you more space, his hand still resting lightly on your back. his thumb started to move in slow, absent circles—he didn’t even notice he was doing it.

he glanced at the open textbook on his bed. still untouched. he had half a mind to finish it, but the weight of you sleeping on him, completely trusting and at ease, felt more important than any stupid homework.

after a few more minutes, you stirred again, blinking blearily.

“katsuki…?” your voice was thick with sleep, soft and barely above a whisper.

“you fell asleep,” he said, voice low. “right in the middle of our damn homework session.”

you blinked up at him with a sheepish smile. “sorry…i just couldn't help it. you’re warm.”

he felt the tips of his ears burn. “tch. don’t say stuff like that.”

you just smiled again and closed your eyes, this time wrapping your arms around his waist like a pillow.

bakugo stared at you for a moment, exasperated and deeply endeared.

“...fine. five more minutes,” he said gruffly.

he wasn’t moving anytime soon anyway.

…

five minutes turned into ten.

bakugo glanced at the clock, then back at you. you were still curled up on his lap, hugging his waist like it was the most comfortable thing in the world. your breathing had evened out again, and your cheek was warm against him.

he should’ve nudged you awake. he should’ve told you to go lie down properly or something. but instead…

he tugged off his blanket with one hand and carefully draped it over your shoulders. you stirred a little but didn’t wake.

bakugo just sighed, running a hand through his hair. “you’re seriously gonna be the death of me.”

still no response. not that he's hoping to receive one cause that would mean your peaceful sleep is disturbed.

he leaned down a bit, letting his fingers brush your cheek in a way that was softer than he’d ever let anyone see.

“sleep all you want,” he muttered. “i’ve got you.”

and even though you still had an entire page of homework left, he didn’t care. he can do it alone for both of you if it meant keeping you close like this—peaceful, safe, and his.

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lovegoodlane · 7 months ago

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Pursuing the Prefect - 2

3.6k words

18+ only

Warnings: sexual content, teasing, oral sex [male receiving]

Summary: Fred continues to try to woo his favorite prefect, but he doesn't expect her to reciprocate his teasing (shy Fred, sub (kind of) Fred)

I intended for the last part to be a one-shot, but it was more popular than I expected. Here is a part two -- there might be more!

Link to part 1

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It was Monday morning, and you had realized over the weekend that you still had Fred's scarf. After your encounter with him on Saturday night, you were keen on keeping your distance. You weren't just going to run into his arms, you were too stubborn for that. He was going to have to work for it.

In typical Monday fashion, you got dressed and gathered your backpack before heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. This would be the first time that you had been in the same room as Fred since Saturday, and the thought made your stomach dance with nervous butterflies.

You had told Beatrice about your semi-hook up with Fred, but you had kept the information from Cho. You knew that she was only going to judge you and advise you not to associate with someone like Fred. You had no need for advice like that.

As you took your seat at breakfast, you noticed that a certain ginger was absent. His twin was at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly about something with a group of younger students. They were almost always together, and this immediately struck you as strange.

You tried not to think about it, hurriedly eating your breakfast so you could get to Potions early. You had a question about the assignment that was given over the weekend, and you intended to ask Snape about it before class began.

"I'll see you later," you said to your group before departing. You looked around for Fred again, but he still wasn't in the Great Hall.

You stepped into the hallway, adjusting your leather backpack on your shoulders as you turned to head toward the Potions classroom. As you passed an empty classroom, someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside.

You let out a small shriek, obviously startled. Standing in front of you was Fred Weasley, red hair perfectly tousled and a bouquet of wildflowers in his hands. His black eye was still visible, but it was less prominent than before.

"Sorry to startle you, birdie," he said, a grin finding its way to his lips. "I went out this morning to pick these for you."

He handed you the wildflowers, the same soft look in his eye that was present on Saturday night. You took the bouquet, unable to suppress your own smile. That's why he wasn't at breakfast.

"Thank you, Weasley," you said, inspecting the flowers. They were still wet with morning dew and a bit wilted, as the fall weather did not lend itself well to flourishing botanicals.

"I wanted to walk you to class this morning," he said, taking a step closer to you.

"Sure, but that doesn't make you my boyfriend," you replied, reminding him of your relationship. Or rather, your lack thereof.

"I know, darling," he said, finally close enough to put his arms around your waist. "I know that you're stubborn. But you will be mine, I promise."

You set the flowers on a nearby desk, placing your own hands on his shoulders and running them upwards to lace into his hair. You stared at each other for a few moments, taking each other in.

You loved the way he looked in his uniform. His Gryffindor tie was always just a tad crooked, but you found it endearing. He looked rather preppy with his sweater on today underneath his robes. You pictured Fred in a pair of a nerdy glasses for a moment, causing a giggle to escape your lips.

"Is something funny, birdie?" he asked, pulling you closer so he could talk right into your ear.

"Just thinking about how devastatingly sexy you would look in a pair of wide-rimmed glasses," you teased, standing on your toes to place a kiss on his neck. You lingered just long enough to sink your teeth into his sensitive skin.

You pulled back for a moment, taking in his expression. His cheeks were red, his mouth parted just a tad. Fred Weasley....blushing? That was a sight you had never seen before.

This only encouraged you to continue the teasing. He had done the same to you, so why not return the favor?

"Does someone like dirty talk?" you asked, your voice velvety and seductive. You slipped your hand down to his neck, gripping his throat lightly. "Naughty boy."

You could feel Fred gulp, your hand still wrapped around his throat. You had him right where you wanted him.

"Actually, I think I can walk myself to class this morning," you said. You released your hand from its place on his neck, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before grabbing the flowers from the desk where you had put them earlier. He was still standing there in shock as you headed for the door.

"Thanks for the flowers, Freddie," you said sweetly, tossing him one last glance over your shoulder before departing.

Fred was frozen where he stood. The two of you had a teasing relationship, but most of the teasing came from his end. You would simply resist, making it even more entertaining for him. But now you were the aggressor. And he loved it.

He was accustomed to taking the lead in his relationships. Fred had always been relatively dominant, but things with you were different. It felt like a power struggle. It was exciting and unpredictable.

Fred finally snapped back to reality, feeling momentarily embarrassed as he stood alone in the empty classroom. You had managed to slip through his fingers this time, but he was determined to get you back.

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It was Wednesday evening. The week had gone by in a similar fashion to all of the others. You spent your evenings in the library with your friends, staying on top of the numerous assignments you had for the week. Your grades were something that really mattered to you, and you were determined to be at the top of your class.

It was your turn to make prefect rounds on Wednesday nights. It was only for an hour from 9-10pm, and you enjoyed the relatively peaceful time that you spent walking around the castle. Students were rarely misbehaving at this time, but you would have to write someone up every once in a while.

Most of the hour had passed by without incident until you heard a bang come from down the hallway. It made you jump, but soon enough you were walking in the direction of the noise.

"Hey, who's there?" you called down the dim hallway, your feet carrying a quick pace as you went to investigate.

You reached the set of stairs that led up to the astronomy tower. At the bottom of the stairs was a neatly folded piece of paper. You picked it up, curious as to what it could be.

The stars are gorgeous tonight, but not as gorgeous as you.

You blushed as you read the note. You recognized the handwriting as Fred's instantly. You had tutored him for a year, so you had become familiar with his messy print.

You began to ascend the stairs, knowing that Fred would be in the tower waiting for you. He loved surprising you, and he was unexpectedly thoughtful. You loved that about him.

You finally reached the top. Fred was stood by the edge of the tower, leaning against the stone ledge to look out at the sky. You stood there for a moment, watching him without his knowledge.

He looked peaceful. The moonlight lit his fiery hair with silver streaks. You noticed that his tie was missing, likely discarded once classes were over. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, showing more of his collarbone than usual.

Seeing him like this was enough to make your whole body tingle. You wished you didn't react this way, but you couldn't help it. He was gorgeous.

You cleared your throat, signaling to him that he wasn't alone. He turned to look at you, his gaze gentle. He motioned for you to join him.

You approached him, settling in next to him as you placed your hands on the tall ledge. You looked out at the sky, taking in the view from the tower. He was right, the stars were gorgeous.

You both stood in silence for a few minutes, but it was comfortable. Neither of you felt the need to disrupt the moment. You were enjoying the view and being in each other's presence.

You saw Fred angle his body toward you out of the corner of your eye.

"How's my favorite prefect this evening?" he asked, a cheeky grin crossing his face.

You turned to him, leaning your hip against the ledge. "I don't know, seems like I need to write up a certain student for trespassing in the astronomy tower after hours."

You returned his grin, knowing how much he enjoyed your banter. He stepped closer to you, running a finger under your chin.

"Is there anything I can do to convince her not to?" he asked, using his finger to angle your chin upward so you had to look into his eyes.

"We'll see," you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.

Fred let out a light chuckle, and his other hand wrapped around your waist and landed on the small of your back. He pulled you in, kissing you on the lips.

Your hands rested on his chest, eventually pulling at his collar as you continued kissing. It was slow and gentle, and he wasn't rushing you to go any further.

You finally pulled apart, looking at each other in the moonlight. Even with the limited light, you could make out his slightly rosy cheeks and pink lips. You brought your thumb up to trace his bottom lip, giggling at him.

"Has anyone told you how pretty you are?" you asked, admiring him openly.

Fred's cheeks darkened, making you giggle even more.

"What, do you not like when I hit on you?" you teased, pulling your hand from his face to place it on his shoulder.

Fred's response was to pull you in for another kiss. Sweet and slow, much like the ones you had shared moments before.

"You're quite cheeky, aren't you?" he finally said, resting his chin on the top of your head. He still had his arms wrapped around you, and you leaned into his chest.

"I'm not as bad as I used to be," you admitted. "My mum couldn't stand my mouth when she still lived with us. She said that my thoughts came right out of my mouth instead of going to my brain."

"I think your mouth is smashing," Fred replied. He took a moment to think about what he had said, then pushed you back by your shoulders to look at you as he realized the innuendo.

"Not what I meant," he said, letting out an awkward chuckle. You giggled at his embarrassment.

"I know, Fred," you said, grinning at him. You pulled out of the semi-embrace, turning back to look out at the sky.

You felt him lingering next to you, seeming to hesitate on what to do next. He decided to turn to the stars as well.

"Are you close with your mum?" he asked, sounding shy.

"No," you huffed out almost too quickly. "She left my dad and I when I was ten. Something about the 'wizarding life' not suiting her. I found out later that she was cheating on my dad and moved to America with her Muggle boyfriend. I haven't seen her since."

Fred took a moment to absorb the information, considering how to proceed since he knew the topic was likely sensitive.

"Are you close with your dad then?" he followed up.

"Very," you answered. "He went to Hogwarts and was a Ravenclaw too. He works in a potions lab, he grows all of their ingredients. He was hoping that I would like Herbology, but it's not really my thing."

"Does it get boring with just the two of you?" he asked, seeming genuinely curious.

"Not really," you replied, turning your head to look at him. "I used to wish that I had siblings, but it would just make our situation harder. My dad has had to raise me mostly by himself, having another child would have had him too knackered to balance work with taking care of us."

Fred looked at you, admiring your openness. You had never talked like this before. Your conversations had always been rather surface-level, but this was deeper. It felt good to connect with him.

"I bet your house is pretty quiet," he said. "My house feels like a madhouse sometimes. My brothers are always wrestling and Ginny is usually complaining about something."

"Do you like it though? Having so many siblings?" you asked.

"I suppose it's alright. I don't know any different. And my parents are so in love that it's sickening," Fred jokingly scrunched his face in disgust.

You giggled. "It's cute that they're still keen on each other," you said, nudging his shoulder with your own.

"I guess," he shrugged. "They're always up my arse about my marks and what I'm going to do after Hogwarts. George too. They make it sound like we're daft. My mum expects all of us to be just like Percy. Perfect Percy."

"I don't think you're daft," you said, linking your arm around his and leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Thanks," Fred replied, adjusting so his arm wrapped around you instead. "Seems like the whole school thinks I am."

"Fred, that's ridiculous. You're allowed to feel that way, but it's simply not true," you argued. It hurt to hear that he felt like he wasn't smart enough. You knew that Fred wasn't incredibly focused on his studies, but that didn't mean that he wasn't intelligent.

"People like me because of my pranks. I'm good for a laugh, but that seems to be about it," he said. He sounded so small and defeated.

You turned your head just enough so you could look him in the eye. He was averting your gaze, opting to look at the sky instead.

"Look at me, Freddie," you said, your voice firm but kind. He finally met your eyes reluctantly.

"You are incredibly clever. Coming up with your own pranks takes detailed planning, and I can't imagine that it's easy. Your friends adore you. First years are chuffed when you even look their way," you told him, meaning every word. "But you're also genuine. And you're kind, and patient, and considerate. You're so much more than I knew you were, and I'm gutted that it took this long for me to get to know you."

Fred held your gaze as you rambled on. You saw that familiar look in his eye, the softness that was mixed with something deeper. Adoration, maybe? You weren't quite sure.

He was once again left without words, simply staring at you once you were finished talking. You felt embarrassed for a moment, afraid that you revealed too much of how you felt. Your stomach felt like it was sinking to the floor as he just stood there.

Fred finally moved, grabbing both of your hands in his. He maintained eye contact.

"Birdie, you're...Merlin, I don't know how to put it into words," he said, shaking his head at himself.

"Then don't," you said softly.

He pulled your hands so your arms wrapped around him, drawing you in to his chest. He kissed you, a delicate kiss at first. He bit at your bottom lip, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

That was all he needed to lift you up, earning a giggle of surprise from you. You wrapped your legs around him, and he supported you by holding your bottom. He kept kissing you, pressing your back against the closest wall.

The cold stone caused goosebumps to erupt across your back, but in this moment, you didn't mind. Fred's kisses became more fervent, your teeth almost clashing as you both fought for the upper hand.

He had you pinned against the wall for at least five minutes. You pushed at his shoulders, causing him to pull out of the kiss. He looked at you, his eyebrows bent in confusion.

"Put me down, please," you requested, a nonchalance in your voice. Fred complied, carefully adjusting you so your feet finally touched the ground.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt, spinning around so you forced him up against the wall. Still gripping his collar, you pulled him down into another kiss. Your hands found his belt, and you paused.

"Is this alright?" you asked.

"Please," he answered, sounding breathless. A smug grin crept across your face. You were proud of the effect you were having on him.

You resumed your kissing, working on his belt. Your kisses migrated down to his jaw, nipping at his jawline. You had always loved his jawline. You had heard other girls joke that it was sharp enough to cut something.

You finally got his belt free, tossing it to the side with a clank. Your hands ran up his chest, nails scratching along the material of his shirt. Fred let out a throaty sound, something between a groan and a whine.

You kissed down to his neck, nipping at his ear.

"Fuck, birdie," he whispered in response.

You started fiddling with the button of his trousers, struggling for a moment before getting it open. You pulled away from him, once again checking for his approval.

"Tell me when to stop," you said, echoing the very words he had said to you a few nights ago.

"Please don't," he replied, hands gripping at your hips desperately.

"I've never heard so many 'please's come from you," you teased, biting at his neck again.

"Anything for you, darling," he said, his voice sultry. That was enough to send a tingle down your spine.

You tugged at his trousers, pulling them down. You kept kissing his neck, finding a spot along his collarbone to leave a love bite. It was revenge for the marks he had left on you.

Your hands danced down to his hips, unbuttoning his shirt from bottom to top. You looked at him for a moment, admiring your work. Fred was breathing hard, his pupils blown wide with arousal. He looked....hungry.

You dropped to your knees, earning a quiet "fuck" from Fred. You felt momentarily nervous, insecure about your "talents". You and Adrian had hooked up many times, and you were no stranger to blowjobs. But Adrian was your first and your only. This was someone new.

You snapped yourself out of it, dragging your nails along the waistband of Fred's boxers. There was already a prominent bulge from your efforts, and you silently commended yourself.

You placed a kiss along his abs over the fabric of his undershirt. You worked your way down, kissing until you were at his waistband once again. You peered up at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and desperate expression. And what did you do? You grinned up at him and winked.

Fred groaned, covering his face with his hand. You laughed at him, running your nails along his thighs. You knew that this teasing was making him miserable. You had your fun, now it was time to put him out of his misery.

You grabbed for his waistband, pulling down his boxers in one smooth motion. You gulped as you took in the sight before you. You had assumed that Fred would be big; he was a tall person, after all. You had also heard rumblings from girls who had hooked up with Fred. But this...definitely more than you were expecting.

You took a breath, gripping him with one hand and supporting yourself against his thigh with the other. You began to pump him, slowly working him up to a faster pace.

After a minute, you had Fred groaning and gripping at your hair. You dared to tease him once more, darting your tongue out to tease his tip.

"Fuck," he muttered, nails digging into your scalp.

Your tongue danced in circles around his tip, eventually making stripes down to his base. You still hadn't put him into your mouth, and you knew this was killing him.

"Are you going to say please?" you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"Birdie, you've got to be....oh fuck," he said breathily. You had continued teasing him with your tongue, interrupting his response.

"Please," he begged, sounding pathetic. That was what you had been waiting for.

You finally took him into your mouth. You started with the tip at first, using one hand to work the rest of him while the other played with his balls. You worked your way down slowly, taking in more of him inch by inch.

Fred's groans were turning into whimpers, and if your mouth wasn't previously engaged, you would definitely be smirking. His nails continued to dig at your scalp, mussing your tidy hair.

You worked your way down to his base at last, fighting against your instinct to gag. You picked up your pace, causing various profanities to fall from Fred's mouth.

"Fuck, I'm going to...you should stop," he breathed out, pulling hard at your hair.

You peered up at him, determination in your eyes. There was no backing down now. He met your gaze, understanding what your intentions were.

Fred finally released, a groan coming out of his mouth that he tried to suppress by biting his lip. You worked him down slowly, pulling him out of your mouth. You looked right into his eyes as you swallowed.

His jaw dropped just slightly, his mouth just barely agape as he took in the sight before him. You were doing your own admiring, enjoying your view from your place on your knees. His chest was heaving, cheeks red. You could tell he had a lean build underneath his undershirt, and you were looking forward to taking that shirt off of him. Another time.

You helped him find his boxers and trousers, dressing himself as you got up from your knees. You brushed them off, feeling the indents from the stone floor in your knees. Worth it.

Fred had just finished slipping his belt through the loops of his trousers when you grabbed at his wrists. You puckered your lips at him playfully. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your lips.

"Do you still think that my mouth is smashing?" you teased, grabbing at his sides to pull yourself into him.

"Absolutely smashing, birdie," he replied, chuckling again before giving you another kiss.

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krosiefics · 4 months ago

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midnight grind • minsung x reader

MDNI 18+

Synopsis: One night after watching a movie, Minho comes out of the shower to see his two best friends getting off to each other-

WC: 1.7k

Tags: SMUT!, afab!reader, softdom!minho, bsf!minho, switch!jisung, bsf!jisung, college au, piv, same hole double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it), pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess), light degradation, fingering (f receiving), threesome, best friends to idk???, kinda somnophilia, grinding, dry humping, masturbation (m), probably forgetting some…but yeah

A/N: I’m soooo sorry for being absent these past few months, schools a bitch and it’s midterms week this week- BUT I’ve been making this as an apology<333

The sound of rain hitting against the glass panels echoed through your apartment. Static noises came from the TV as yet another jumpscare had your best friend flinching onto one of you. Earlier in the evening, you had invited your best friends, Minho and Jisung, to watch a horror movie. Little did you know that Jisung would be so jumpy anytime the music would even crescendo. The three of you were cuddled up on your bed, you in the middle with your friends on either side.

“Tsk,” A voice from your right scoffs, “you’re so jumpy Ji.” You giggle at Minho’s words, Jisung simply glared about to protest but the monster showed up out of nowhere and scared him again, causing a yelp from the round-cheeked boy. Within the span of the last fifteen minutes of the movie, Jisung had flinched at least ten times, causing you and Minho to shake your heads at him. Shortly after the movie ended you went to your bathroom to brush your teeth before returning to bed. Jisung had already showered before coming over, so he just followed suit by rinsing his mouth with mouthwash.

It’s not unusual for your friends to stay over, nor to sleep with you in your bed- you all have been best friends since freshman year of high school, now you’re college juniors almost ready to take on the world. “I’m gonna rinse off, that's cool?” Minho says after both you and Jisung had returned to bed. “Yeah sure,” You assure, “there’s a pile of clothes you guys have left in the basket by the wall.” Minho nods at your words, turning to your bathroom and shutting the door behind him. “Night Ji.” You sigh, covering yourself with your comforter. Jisung hums at you. You doubt he’s actually gonna fall asleep anytime soon, he’s probably too scared if anything.

Water splashes against the titles in your bathroom, adding a white noise to your room- causing you to fall asleep rather quickly. Jisung peers down at you with a soft smile, “Cute.” He thinks to himself as you snuggle against his side. Five minutes pass and Minho is still in the shower. Your leg has made its way onto Jisung’s hip while the latter scrolls through his phone. Jisung is just about to finally nod off to sleep like you, but the feeling of your hips rolling against his leg catches him by surprise. Jisung brushes it off, not until a small whine slips from your mouth accompanied by another roll of your hips. Jisung is bright red- you would tease the shit out of him if you could see him right now.

Jisung moves his arms to move your leg off of him because he can feel himself getting hard- and god forbid you wake up, the both of you would be embarrassed.

“Ji-“ you whimper into the side of his chest. Fuck, he was hard. “Shit,” Jisung curses under his breath as your hips continue rubbing against his thigh. His hands creep down into his sweatpants, freeing his aching cock. Jisung starts pumping his cock to the same pace as the roll of your hips. Jisung lolled his head back against the headrest, biting his lip to keep his noises down. Unbeknownst to him, the shower had shut off and the knob of the bathroom door twisted open. “What the fuck?”

Jisung's head snaps to the direction of Minho who stood in the doorframe, eyes wide at the scene before him. You splayed out asleep on Jisung as the younger’s hand was fisted around his cock. Since you were under the covers, Minho couldn’t see how you were practically humping Jisung’s leg. “Min- ah.” Jisung’s voice cracked as he felt your cunt throb against his thigh, he could feel the heat radiating off of you, hell he could feel your wetness on his thigh. Minho just stared at his friend, an unreadable expression on his face. “Min- she’s- oh my god!” Jisung’s eyes screwed shut as he felt his climax near. “Ji, she’s asleep!” Minho whisper-shouts as the brown haired boy. Jisung couldn’t care less about how inappropriate his actions were at the moment, all that he could think about was how your cunt felt against his leg. Jisung grabs the edge of the comforter and throws it off of his and your body, showing Minho what was happening.

Minho went red just like Jisung had earlier. “Oh.” he breathes when he sees Jisung’s thigh between your legs and you shamelessly rutting against it. “Fuck Min-“ Jisung stares at his older friend. “She feels so good on my leg- shit.” A rush of heat goes straight to Minho’s cock in his sleep shorts, his cock starting to twitch inside. Minho inches closer ever so slightly, his knee dipping the weight of the mattress. The elder boy glances down at your flushed body and Jisung’s erotic expression. He gulps as he shifts into bed behind you. Minho places some distance between you, not wanting to immediately be on you- he felt more comfortable on your behalf that way. “Hmm.” You whined in your sleep, you stretched awkwardly, arching your back. Minho froze as your ass brushed against his bulge. Jisung watches with hazed eyes as Minho bites his lip at the feeling. You turn your head towards Minho’s direction which startles the said boy. Your eyes are still closed but you start grinding backwards onto his crotch now, your chest heaving at each rut.

“Oh my fuck.” Jisung cursed as strings of white cum leak from his tip. Your eyes flutter open as Jisung twitches next to you. Minho’s eyes meet yours as you stir awake. “Minnie?” You grunt, your hand reaching to his hair. The black haired boy’s breaths are uneven as you glance down at his lips. “Touch me, please.” You whine. Your words snap Minho out of whatever trance he was in, his hands are immediately on your ass, squishing you between him and Jisung. You turn your gaze to the other body of heat that is smooshed against you, and there Jisung is, huffing out his breath as his face scans yours for permission of some sort.

You gasp out when you feel Minho grinding his cock against your ass and Jisung’s hands slowly traveling up your curves.

You suddenly grip Jisung’s shirt, pulling him into a rough kiss. His lips fit against yours as his hands grasp at your hips. You gasp into the kiss as Minho’s hot breath spreads across the side of your neck. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, squirming beneath us.” You groan into Jisung’s mouth before he starts peppering kisses down your neck, nipping at random spots along your collarbone. “This okay?” Minho asks, his hand trailing around your hip bone towards your cunt. “God, fuck yes please.” You moan, leaning towards the eldest for a kiss. The cat-eyed boy reciprocates, lip licking at yours, tugging at your bottom lip once his fingers make contact with your throbbing cunt.

Moans pour out of your mouth as the two boys grind into you, lips feverishly attached to as much of you as possible. Minho’s fingers move along your wet folds before dipping his fingers into your cunt. Your legs instinctively clench around him but Jisung holds them open for him. “Nuh uh,” Jisung smirks down at you, his thumb rubbing circles at your clit. You throw your head back erotically, moans won’t stop pouring from your lips. Minho works his fingers in and out of you as Jisung watches you wiggle under the two of them.

“Minnie please.” You beg, your legs beginning to shake as you near your climax. Suddenly, both boys pull their hands away from your throbbing cunt. Minho shoots Jisung a look, to which the younger gulps, nodding dumbly at the elder. The sound of the covers rustling made you hold your breath with anticipation. A warm tip poked at your entrance, thrusting in slightly. You gasp out as Minho slowly inches inside you, Jisung holding your legs open for him.

With each thrust your moans break, your mouth falling open at the feeling. Your walls clenched around him as he hit your g-spot straight on. “Ji.” Your friend’s voice echoes from behind. You glance at the round cheeked boy, waiting to see what’s gonna happen. “You okay with this?” Minho huffs by your ear as Jisung lines his cock up with your entrance alongside Minho’s. A staggered moan escapes your mouth instead of a proper answer, but Jisung takes the go ahead by your frantic nodding. “Fuck you’re such a slut for us sweetheart.” Minho grunts, his hot breath fanning along your neck.

“Oh my fucking god!” You yelp, your hands flying to Jisung’s shoulders, nailing digging into the material of his shirt. A pair of hands wrap around your midriff as another pair hoists your leg slightly higher. Minho hisses in your ear as Jisung groans. The feeling is definitely weird, but in a good way. You feel so full of both of them. “You can move.” Your two friends lock eyes over your shoulder, thrusting into you slowly before picking up the pace. “God you’re so sexy princess.” Jisung moans breathily.

The two of them keep assaulting your g-spot, never letting you rest. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” You cry, legs shaking with pleasure. “Yeah baby?” Minho teases, his hand sliding down to your clit. The stimulation spills you over the edge to an orgasm. “Holy shit.” You whine, overstimulation washing over your body as the two continue thrusting. “I know, baby. We’re almost there” Jisung reassures before spilling his hot cum into you. The feeling of your continuous clenching and Jisung’s cum combined drive Minho right into his climax, mixing his cum with Jisung’s inside you.

“Holy fuck…we just did that.” You blink, chest heaving. The three of you chuckle as the boys pull out of you slowly. “I guess we did.” Minho smirks to himself, “You okay though sweetheart?” You flush at the pet name despite him using it during…that. “Yeah, I’m great.”

“Well I think I’ll be able to sleep now thanks to you.” Jisung sighs, snuggling into your chest comfortably. You peer down at him with an amused smile. Your best friends sure are something else.

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year ago

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good girls have gone… bad?

summary: her sister has been on your thoughts ever since you became friends with yelena. you two exchanged a quick gaze, and you both wondered right away who natasha romanoff was. sleeping with your best friend's sister isn't such a bad idea, considering yelena left you to spend some time alone with natasha, right? you knew she was way older than you, and you loved that.

warnings: smut, age difference (reader is 21; natasha is 37) blowjob, natasha has a penis, dirty talking, and more - 18+ minors dni

note: i'm back! i'm sorry if i haven't been updating, if i have to be honest i lost interest in this account. but now that i'm back, i think i'll be writing here more often! i apologize if there are some errors with this fic

“I have to get my report card at uni today,” While I was engrossed in a vlog on my phone, Yelena let out a sigh as she devoured her bag of chips. “Are you okay being alone here for now? I mean, you’re with Natasha. So you’re in good hands.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Your sister doesn’t talk much.”

“She has a day off from work; give her a break.”

I laughed involuntarily. “Even though she’s not at work, she doesn’t talk much. She’ll talk if we want something for dinner or something.”

"I believe she is simply shy," Yelena kissed me on the forehead and said as she got her bag off the couch. “Listen, call me if you need anything. Just hope that I have a signal.”

I smiled at her as she departed, leaving me in solitude within the living room, embracing the tranquility. Yelena and I have been friends since senior year, which I find amusing considering that I have always seen her at school since I was a freshman. It's etched in my memory how she was the one who reached out to me initially, and from there, we embarked on a whirlwind of parties and adventures. Over the course of the past two years, she became the sole person I could rely on. We were supposedly living together at our university, but she mentioned that I could sleep at her place any time whenever we’re on campus since her place was conveniently located nearby. Then, upon encountering her sister, Natasha Romanoff, my heart seemed to come to a halt.

She was absolutely stunning, without a doubt the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. She had a chic, cropped hairstyle, delicate hands, and a radiant smile that seemed to stretch for miles whenever I caught a glimpse. I found everything about her quite appealing, including her tendency to be more reserved in conversation. I often pondered whether or not Yelena had parents, but she remained tight-lipped on the subject. She only shared with me that from a young age, Natasha whisked her away from their parents and they began their life in New York. Her sister has always been the one supporting them financially, which is why she has been consistently absent. However, Yelena's admiration for her sister knows no bounds.

It was sweet, which made me jealous sometimes.

As I made my way back to Yelena's room, Natasha emerged from her own room, a warm smile gracing her face.

“I assume Yelena’s not at home?”

I shook my head. “No, she’s getting her report card at university today.”

“Oh,” She let out an exasperated sigh and casually leaned against the wall. “And you? You’re not getting your report card?”

“I already got it; my parents weren’t so proud this time.”

“What did you fail?” She let out a soft laugh, fixing her gaze on me intensely, causing a knot to form in my stomach. I'm not sure if it was positive or negative, but her intense gaze made my heart skip a beat.

“Finance,” I murmured. “I didn’t focus with that subject that much, which I completely regret.”

I heard her giggle again, and it made my heart race even faster. When I give it some thought, I realize that Natasha and I are similar in one area: sex. I don't discuss it with Yelena or my other friends, but I don't feel embarrassed talking to Natasha about it. Although we've never actually done it, we were both flirtatious about it. Natasha usually asks me to come to her room while Yelena is sleeping, where she usually spends her time masturbating at the foot of the bed. And when it was my turn, I would smother my fingers when Natasha expressed her wish to touch me.

In her bed.

The following day, we just look at each other as if nothing had happened and don't discuss this. Since Yelena didn't seem suspicious, which I was grateful for, I carried on doing this with Natasha until she eventually became tired of me. I was probably just another girl in her view, someone to be used. She was, nevertheless, to me like the book that I couldn't put down. I was drawn to her and wanted to spend time with her.

I could never acknowledge such a thing.

“I was wondering if...” Her mouth became silent as she walked over to me, smirking, and brushed her delicate fingertips over a strand of my hair. “Maybe you’d join me in our secret affair?”

I snorted. “Affair? Natasha, we aren’t in a relationship.”

"Well, it would be impolite to suggest that we watch porn together or something; you are aware of the subject."

I debated whether or not to do it today because Yelena might return at any moment. I sighed heavily and shook my head because she had not told me what time she would be home. It was a bad idea, because if that turned out to be true, we could be caught.

But it wouldn’t hurt to do this... Right?

“Okay,” I whispered to her as she trailed her fingers on my collarbone. “Take me to your bedroom.”

“Shit,”Natasha whispered, holding on to her mattress sheet. “That feels so good, baby. K-Keep going; don’t stop.”

I stared at her face, contoured with lust, and bobbed my head up and down. Considering that her cock felt erect in my mouth, I find it fascinating how much this makes her want to engage. She lifted her hips a little as I licked and sucked on the tip of her dick.

“Good girl,” She whispers, pressing my head farther down as she runs her fingers through my hair. “You like that? You like my cock in your mouth?”

I let out a quiet affirmation as I sensed a certain anticipation on my tongue, observing her eyebrows furrow each time I took her length into my mouth. “You’re so big,” I withdrew my mouth from her cock and caressed her whole length, filling the room with loud, sloshing sounds. “I’ve never done anything like this, Daddy.”

“Oh yeah?” She gently sat up on the bed and slapped the head of her dick onto my lips by grabbing the base of her length. “Open up, sweetheart. I need to cum in your throat.”

Ideally, I would prefer that not to occur. I had to taste her, though, because it was Natasha. Heck, I didn't even give a damn if Yelena was home right now. All I wanted was for this to occur, for her to require my presence. I bobbed my head angrily and made gag noises as I sucked on her dick once more.

It turned on Natasha even more as I did so.

“You’re so warm, fuck...” I knelt on the bed as her words faltered. "You're such a slut for my dick, look at you. Tell me, you wanted this, didn’t you?”

More than you could ever know.

She was probably amazed at my ability to pull off such a feat as she watched me in disbelief as I placed her genitalia into my mouth. The action caused me to cough a little, and I choked on her genitalia right away. And I pulled my head back. She pouted, her whole length smeared across my face as she gripped the back of my head. "Baby, I thought we were just gon' talk dirty to each other."

I whimpered. “I needed you, Daddy.”

“Yeah? You needed me?”

“So bad,” I whined as I kissed her length. “Please don’t stop.”

“Open your mouth.”

She fucked her cock by pushing it back down my throat. Hard. I throw my eyes back, and Natasha's hips falter as she strikes the back of my throat. She recoils her head. “I’m going to cum down your throat, and you’re going to swallow it, okay, baby? You are so good for me, so so good...”

If I were the only girl in the world, I would do this every single day. However, I was aware that I was probably not destined for her because she was much older than I was and I was too young. People will make judgments; she wouldn't think that of me.

Natasha remained motionless for a few moment before turning to face me with a broad smile. "You feel like you're wet to me?" I moaned around her cock as she reached for my covered cunt and gripped it. "Oh my god! Fuck, keep doing that, baby girl.”

I kept moaning all over her length as she quickly and forcefully fucked my mouth, causing me to gag every time her tip touched the back of my throat. I was her sex toy, and I never wanted to be anything else once she put both of her hands on the side of my head.

“I want to fuck your pussy,” She continued to fuck my mouth like an animal while whispering in a rough manner. “I want to—ugh—I want to rip your pussy apart, especially that throat of yours. I bet you’re so tight, baby. Fuck, I can imagine myself ripping you open.”

Rip me open, make me fall apart. I’ll be anything to you, anything.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Natasha drew her length a bit and rolled her hips against my face, her cockhead resting on my tongue instead. “I’m going to cum on your tongue and you better swallow it; don’t waste any drop.”

She was hooding her eyes and idly stroking her dick when I parted my lips wide for her. She glanced at the door once, then grabbed my jaw and drew me in. “Here it comes, baby. I-I’m going to cum—fuck almost there just... Argh!”

She stroked her dick widly as she came onto my tongue. She kept stroking her length, and I had to close my eyes because I could feel some of her semen falling on my face. However, she released all of it on my tongue. Slapping her tip on my face and smearing her length all over it, Natasha let out a long, raspy moan. “You look so pretty in my cum.”

“You c-came a lot...”

With a nod, she reclined on the mattress. "Yes, I did. It's been a while since I've truly done that," she says, continuing to stroke her dick, albeit more slowly. I got up and grabbed the closest towel I could find after realizing that I had to go before Yelena could see or smell the sex in this room. "Are you sure you haven't done that with anyone?"

“I never give blowjobs,” I stated with a small voice as I wiped off my face with a clean towel. “When was the last time you had a girl suck on your dick?”

Natasha was standing in front of me as I turned around. As soon as she gripped my waist and drew me even closer to her body, I felt my breath catch. She let out a long breath and muttered, "You were the first person to give me an orgasm in a very long time, darling."

I chuckled lightly. “I thought you’d never do something like that. With me, at least.”

“You’re very pretty,” She pulls down my shorts, gesturing for me to roll my eyes back as she holds her dick in her palm. “Can I feel you? Just a bit? I just... I want to imagine what it’s like to feel your pussy rubbing on me.”

I gazed into her eyes, taking note of the intensity of her desire. So I lowered my panties to my mid thighs and touched her cock, gently stimulating the sensitive area. We both felt a rush of pleasure as Natasha leaned her head against my shoulder, drawing me in closer to her.

“You’re making me hard again,” She whimpered and pressed her cock against me, causing me to scream quietly. “Oh shit, you are tight!”

“Fuck, Nat—Yelena could go home any minute!”

“Just one minute,” she begged as she looked at me in the eye. “Baby, let me fuck you.”

“Okay, okay,” I whispered and felt myself being pushed against the edge of her desk, her hands hoisting my legs up. “Oh god—”

"God, I’m about to rip you open here,” Natasha spoke with such assurance that it began to pique my interest. I bite my bottom lip as she retreats a little and thrusts back into my cunt. “Let it all out, baby girl. Let Daddy hear you—”

“Y/n, I’m back!”

“Shit!” I exclaimed and pushed her away, pulling up my shorts. She immediately grabbed her boxers and wore them before I reached for the door. “Natasha, she can’t see me like this. Or you like this!”

“Just hide here for a moment,” Natasha led me into her bathroom, responding to my request. I widen my eyes in anticipation, waiting for her next words. “Just for this moment, okay? I’ll handle everything.”

I recognized what I had done as soon as she shut the door. I looked so desperate that I should never have given Natasha a blowjob in the first place. I shook my head carefully, running my fingers through my hair. "What did I do?" Sitting on the floor, with more memories of us playing along in my thoughts, I asked myself. Was I a lousy friend? Would Yelena even accept me if I was?

I don’t know.

hehe let me know if i should make this as a story

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #older!nat #natasha romanoff x yn #natasha romanoff smut

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✦ ─── 𝓣rouble , 𝓓aniela 𝓐vanzini i know you felt something too.

─── 𝓣he annual sunnyvale vs. shadyside football game is always a disaster—violence, chaos, and spilled blood. but this year, when you laid eyes on daniela avanzini across the field, you don’t expect to fall for the woman—sunnyvale’s golden girl and the new cheer captain. she’s taken, off-limits, and from the wrong side of town. luckily, you’ve never been one to follow the rules. and hey, who were you to deny a challenge?

❝𝓯orbidden from the beginnin', i saw her there, up there. 𝓫een like that since i met her, they said i couldn't have her.❞

౨ৎ 𝓹airing. cheerleader!daniela avanzini x bandkid!f!reader ౨ৎ 𝓰enre. fluff wc. 5738 (IM SORRY I YAPPED AND ACCIDENTALLY DRAGGED IT😭😭😭) a/n. this was lowk all over the place and yes ik this isnt what frank's trouble means but lets pretend for one minute okay cause this song fits the plot sb🙏 based this off the little rivalry from fear street cs it made it easier for me to actually have sumn to base it on. ALSO MY BAD FOR YAPPING IN THIS FIC. layout inspired asf by @ninguitar bro ur layouts r bomb asf never die blud💯 WE MISS YOU FRANK COME BACK HOME PLEASE😭😭😭 also i mightve kinda lowk gotten sidetracked from the og plot like i usually do so js ignore that pls THANK YOU🙏🙏 NOT PROOFREAD BTW😿

❝𝔀ay out of my league, i never believed it. 𝓰otta get her heart, i gotta make her mine.❞

"UGH, I’M GONNA SHOOT THOSE SUNNYVALE IDIOTS." chaewon grumbled beside you, voice thick with frustration. she adjusted her cheerleader uniform, fingers tugging at the pom-pom attached to her hand with a huff, her face twisted in an annoyed frown as she glared toward the sunnyvale side.

she shifted quickly, bumping into yunjin who mirrored her expression with a roll of her eyes and a sigh. both of them, in perfect sync, looked ready to explode.

"seriously," chaewon muttered, "i can’t believe they pulled that stunt again. they don’t get it—we’re here to win." she tugged the clasp tighter, her anger palpable.

yunjin crossed her arms, jaw tight. "they think they can always get away with this. not this time." she shot a glare at the sunnyvale fans, still jeering.

you scoffed, shaking your head. their optimism stung, but it didn’t change anything. you glanced at kazuha, absently fiddling with her hat. she sighed, furrowed brow, already worn out before the game even began.

"let’s be serious," you muttered, voice sharp. "we’ll lose, like always. they cheat, we lose, and no one bats an eye." the words felt bitter, but true. it was the same story every year.

the air thickened with frustration. no matter how hard the team fought, sunnyvale would pull some underhanded move, and the town would be left with nothing but the sting of defeat.

kazuha’s gaze flickered to the field briefly, fingers tightening on her hat. you weren’t the only one who knew how this would end. it wasn’t about whether you’d lose—it was how much damage they’d do before the game even began.

“hey, am i tripping or is that asshole alison gone?” chaewon asked, her voice laced with confusion as she scanned the crowd, squinting to spot the familiar face that usually irked her.

yunjin side-eyed chaewon, eyes narrowing as she took in the empty space where alison would usually be. “holy shit, i think you might be right,” she said, her voice almost disbelieving. “did she finally quit? or is she hiding somewhere?”

before chaewon could respond, sakura appeared beside yunjin, walking up with eunchae. she gave them both a knowing nod, her tone casual but with an edge of satisfaction. “i heard she quit a week before the game and got replaced. no one even bothered to tell us until today.”

yunjin and chaewon exchanged a relieved look, the tension in their shoulders easing. “good riddance,” yunjin mumbled under her breath, her lips curling into a small, victorious smile. chaewon chuckled, shaking her head.

"who’s her replacement though?" you asked, furrowing your brows as your eyes scanned the field, searching for any signs of the new addition.

“oh, y’know daniela avanzini? the mayor’s daughter?” sakura replied casually, her gaze drifting across the field. “she’s replaced alison, from what i gathered from yena.”

“i still can’t believe she left us,” chaewon grumbled, her voice thick with irritation. you could tell she hadn’t quite let go of the betrayal. your eyes continued to flick across the other side of the field, trying to pick out any unfamiliar faces among the crowd.

“wait, what does she look like?” you asked, still scanning for someone who might match sakura’s description.

“the latina one with her hair dyed blonde,” sakura said, pausing as if she were searching the field herself. “you’ll spot her standing with her asshole of a boyfriend.” she added with a knowing look. “they’re the ones practically glued to each other.”

you shifted your focus, eyes narrowing as you spotted the girl standing in the middle of the group, her hair almost glowing under the stadium lights. it didn’t take long to identify her—daniela, the mayor’s daughter, standing right next to a tall guy with a smug look on his face.

from across the field, she stands there like a dream—daniela. her blonde-dyed hair shimmers in the light, catching every flicker of the lights and casting a halo around her. it’s like she doesn’t even realize how effortlessly she pulls everyone’s attention, how her presence shifts the energy of the entire place.

you can hear her laugh, light and musical, cutting through the noise of sunnyvale’s own marching band. it’s soft, almost like a secret, yet somehow it fills the space around her. she stands so casually beside him, yet there’s something so magnetic about her, like the world just seems to bend around her, to gravitate toward her without effort.

and then, your eyes meet. just for a second, but it feels like an eternity. time slows, the stadium noise fades, and all you can see is her—those eyes, full of curiosity and something else, something playful, pulling you in.

yunjin glanced at you, noticing the sudden silence that blanketed the six of you, eyes roving all over your face before her face fell, and her palm met her face. “y/n, you can’t be serious.” she knew you too well.

gaze still trained on the latina who looked away from the other side of the field, you’d only snapped back to earth when yunjin shoved you hard enough to bump into the person in front of you, a hurried, hushed apology slipping past your lips. “fuck you, she’s pretty.”

chaewon eyed the interaction before a dramatic gasp fell from her lips, clutching her pom-poms to her chest. “no, absolutely not. she’s a sunnyvale brat!”

“please,” an exasperated sigh left your lips, a smirk already curling at the corners. “it’s not her fault she was born in sunnyvale. besides, i’m pretty sure she’d swing my way if she saw how hot i am.”

an amused laugh left sakura’s lips while the other three’s expressions were the complete opposite, eunchae nodding at the back in agreement with your words. “why the dude in the sky ever gave you this much confidence, i’ll never know.”

you gave yunjin’s shoulder a nudge, winking at her playfully. “watch carefully, jennifer. i’m gonna steal her from her boyfriend. give me a few weeks.”

and as your eyes darted back out into the field to zone in on your town’s football players trickling into the grass, you could’ve sworn the latina shot you one last look before pulling away from her boyfriend.

“camp nightwing, my fucking ass. camp nightmare, more like.”

“give it a chance, chae.” you’d mumbled, hauling your bags into your cabin, the girls following suit with their own bags in hand, dropping them on the floor promptly as chaewon practically collapsed onto the lower bunk, sprawled out on the sheets like a starfish.

"you only say that because yena told you daniela’d be here too. otherwise, you'd be just as miserable as i am.” she retorted with a huff, cheeks puffing up while yunjin nodded in agreement, walking past you to claim the top bunk and chucking her duffel bag onto the mattress.

“oh, give it a break. i need somethin’ to distract me while i’m in this dump-”

chaewon shrieks, the sound piercing and high-pitched as she sat up on the bed and ran towards the door, jumping towards yena who poked her head in through the doorway, stumbling back as she struggled to support chaewon’s weight. “dude, what the fuck.”

you groaned at the sight of the two already giggling like children, shaking your head as you started to unpack, drowning out the chatter until yunjin perked up beside you, her eyes widening. just as you were about to ask what happened, a sweet, unfamiliar voice travelled through the cabin.

“yena? sophia’s looking for you. she’s calling a meeting for all camp counselors and—oh, you must be chaewon? yena’s talked a lot about you.” you whipped your neck around. it was a surprise you didn’t get whiplash, eyes zeroing in on the latina that stood awkwardly outside the doorway, catching a small glimpse of chaewon tensing up and unwrapping herself from yena, taking a step back.

yena nodded in response, glancing at the two before gesturing. “chaewon, meet daniela. daniela, meet chaewon.”

daniela stuck a hand out, a rather awkward, crooked smile curling on her lips. “hi, nice to finally meet you.”

surprisingly, chaewon took the handshake, nodding with her lips pressed into a thin line. “nice to meet you too.” she’d mumbled, before quickly letting go after a few moments, acting like daniela’s touch had burnt her.

yena exchanged glances with you, shaking your head as she nodded in understanding, choosing to stop the interaction before a whole war breaks out in your cabin. “well, i’ll see you guys later. we can catch up then.”

chaewon had shut the door after the two had left, turning around with a gobsmacked expression. “out of all the people yena had daniela shake hands with, she chose chaewon.” sakura’s comment earned a laugh.

it was the fifth day of camp when your mere stares and glances at daniela from the sidelines suddenly turned into her standing in front of you with a pleading expression, though playful— something you’d never have expected from a sunnyvale resident to give to a shadysider. her eyes, usually sharp and calculating bore into yours wide-eyed and glossy, and fuck, why does she remind you of a puppy now?

she blinks up at you expectantly, and wait a second, what did she want again?

to say you were sidetracked by this absolute beauty asking you to do god-knows-what would be an understatement, with the way your grip loosened around the plates you were cleaning after dinner, slipping from your hands if it weren’t for her voice pulling you back down to earth. “y/n?”

she knew your name? you cleared your throat, forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from her and back to the dishes you were tasked to clean, two more plates till you were finished. “uh, sorry. what were you asking again?”

daniela doesn’t pay much attention to your demeanour, beaming beside you. “i was asking you if you could possibly light up the campfire?”

your brows furrowed. the campfire? wouldn’t there be another camp counselor in charge of that? you glanced back at her as you finished the last plate, and with the way that she’d practically shapeshifted her eyes into that of a begging puppy’s, you were more than a hundred percent sure that she could ask you to do anything and you’d oblige more than happily.

“uh, sure. got a match?” she grimaces at the words that slipped from your lips, shaking her head.

“yeah, that’s the thing. you gotta light it from scratch. that’s why i asked you, actually. yena told me you were a girl scout and that you knew how to make fire.” her words pulled out a dreaded groan from your throat, leaning your hip onto the end of the counter as your eyes shut briefly at the mention.

“ugh, please don’t remind me of that.” your pained expression had her smile growing, amused.

“i think it’s cute—”

“let’s start that campfire.” you’d cut her off before she could say anything else, the tips of your ears already bright red as you walked past her, the latina trailing behind you. seriously, this is the first interaction that you’re having, and she already pulls that shit on you? you were not god’s strongest soldier. at all.

you grabbed a twig next to the campfire as you kneeled beside it and placed the twig on top of the dry leaves, rubbing the pointed end of the stick onto the leaves until black smoke started to erupt, giving it a little oxygen and watching it spread quickly around the campfire, wood crackling and spitting out red embers.

daniela stood a few steps away, leaning casually against a nearby tree, but her gaze never left you. there was something so effortless in the way you worked, your movements confident and smooth, as if starting fires were just second nature to you. the way you knelt, the slight flex of your muscles as you arranged the wood just so—it all made you look so... capable. so in control.

her breath caught for a second, a warmth rising in her chest that had nothing to do with the fire. she didn’t even realize she was smiling until she caught herself. your quiet determination, your ability to turn a few sticks into something powerful, was somehow the most magnetic thing about you. there was a raw, understated strength in you, and daniela couldn’t bring herself to look away.

“you’re good at that,” daniela finally said, voice soft, as if she were careful not to interrupt the rhythm you’d fallen into.

you glanced up briefly, a flicker of surprise in your eyes before a small, meek smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "thanks," you replied, focus unbreaking, but the slight quirk in your expression told daniela she knew exactly what was going through your mind.

"no, seriously," daniela continued, stepping a little closer, her voice a little lower, "it's... kind of impressive." there was something in her tone now, something deeper, that made you look up at her with a raised eyebrow.

daniela didn't shy away, meeting your gaze with a warmth that mirrored the flames now crackling between them. it wasn’t just the fire that had her attention. it was you—everything about you, from the way you worked with purpose, to the way you seemed to make everything look effortless. and, maybe, just maybe, that was a little too attractive.

“thank you—”

“can you two stop undressing each other with your eyes for a quick second and help me out here? i need more hands.” yena appeared out of thin air, a disgusted look on her face as she crossed her arms, chaewon following behind her as she’d mirrored the exact expression the woman beside her had the moment her gaze fell on the two of you.

“are you incapable of being normal, choi yena?”

it wasn’t until the next week that you noticed daniela hovering around you like a watchdog—always lingering nearby, arms crossed, brows furrowed like she was a detective tailing a suspect. she wasn’t even subtle about it. every time you so much as breathed, her sharp eyes flicked to you, narrowed in suspicion, as if you were plotting some grand crime right under her nose.

it was almost funny. almost.

yena, however, found it downright hilarious.

“so like, you went from admiring y/n to hating her?” yena suddenly popped up behind daniela, munching on a bag of chips she’d somehow smuggled in. she extended the bag toward the latina, who shook her head without even looking, too busy burning holes into the back of your head with her stare.

“who said i hated her?”

yena scoffed, mouth full. “dude, you’ve literally been staring at her like she personally slaughtered your entire bloodline. ask anyone.”

before daniela could retort, yena’s eyes lit up as she spotted manon walking past, her delicate fingers curling around the ghanaian’s wrist to pull her close.

“yo, manz,” yena called, jerking her chin toward daniela with a smirk. “hasn’t she been glaring daggers at y/n?”

manon hummed thoughtfully, lips pursed in faux contemplation before her mouth stretched into a slow, knowing grin. “y/n… oh, the cute one from shadyside?” she teased, her amusement only growing when daniela shot her a glare. “yeah, poor girl. hasn’t done a thing wrong and already gained herself a hater.”

daniela’s frown deepened, arms crossing tighter over her chest as she let out an exasperated breath. “okay, no—i was not glaring at her,” she huffed. “i was just… making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. y’know, since she’s from shadyside. and—”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. like you ever cared about that bullshit.” yena tutted, cutting her off with a dramatic wave of her hand. “let me stop you right there. because while you’re busy playing hall monitor with y/n, your actual problem is throwing hands outside.”

she pointed her chin toward the commotion outside camp, where daniela’s boyfriend was in the middle of a full-blown meltdown, shoving people like a rabid raccoon and flailing his arms around as if he was possessed.

manon groaned at the sight. “please, for the love of god, go handle that before mt. sophia erupts and we’re all dead.”

daniela clenched her jaw, eyes flickering from the scene outside to you, who were now happily minding your business like you weren’t the supposed criminal she’d been tailing all week.

she sighed. christ.

it was the third week when daniela approached you again, tugging on the sleeve of your shirt and dragging you away from the chaotic mix of shadysiders and sunnyvalers gathered in a circle, shouting over each other in some ridiculous game she hadn’t even bothered to figure out.

her perfectly-sculpted brows furrowed in a deep pinch as she pulled you along with a little more force than necessary. you barely had time to react before yena stepped right in front of the two of you, arms crossed like a bouncer at the entrance of a club. “now, now. where do you two think you’re going?”

daniela let out the most dramatic eye roll known to mankind, while you perked up behind her, a small, playful smirk dancing on your lips as you shot her a look that practically screamed, ‘leave it.’

yena, naturally, ignored it. because why would she ever leave something this juicy alone?

“it’s gonna be dark soon,” yena added, raising an accusatory brow at daniela.

daniela scoffed. “please, we’re just going to fetch firewood for the bonfire tonight.”

you blinked, tilting your head. “we are?”

daniela’s head snapped toward you, briefly faltering for half a second before composing herself. “yes,” she said, more forcefully this time, as if sheer conviction alone would make it true.

yena squinted between the two of you, clearly skeptical, before finally stepping aside. “whatever, just don’t get murdered,” she muttered.

daniela took that as her cue to bolt, practically yanking you behind her like a dog on a leash as she sped-walked toward the woods.

“wait—where are we actually going?” you asked, half-laughing as you stumbled along.

“i told you, we’re picking up firewood for tonight’s bonfire,” she repeated, like that somehow clarified everything.

you mused for a second, feigning deep confusion, then suspicion, before letting a teasing smile creep across your lips. “wait, you’re not bringing me out here to kill me, right?”

daniela huffed, barely sparing you a glance. “oh, please.” a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she added, “if i wanted to kill you, you’d be six feet under by now.”

“hot.”

she faltered mid-step. you grinned.

for the next twenty minutes, the two of you wandered through the clearing, picking up dry branches and twigs—well, you were picking up branches and twigs. daniela, on the other hand, was sneaking glances at you like it was her full-time job.

her gaze would linger a little too long when you bent down to grab a log, eyes flickering over the way your shirt clung to your back. she’d watch, mesmerized, as you absentmindedly chewed on the inside of your cheek, the curve of your lips doing things to her. and every time you caught her staring, you’d shoot her a knowing smirk that sent her into a spiral.

“y’know, if you keep staring at me like that, i might start thinking you like what you see,” you mused, tossing a stick onto the small pile you had gathered.

daniela scoffed, crossing her arms as if that would mask the warmth creeping up her neck. “i don’t.”

you hummed, not even trying to hide the amusement in your tone. “whatever you say, watchdog.”

she scowled. “you really don’t shut up, do you?”

“nope,” you grinned. “but don’t worry, i’m starting to think you like that about me.” you murmured, gaining confidence by every second that passed.

daniela groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she were suffering, but the ghost of a smile threatened to betray her.

before you could tease her further, a sudden, ear-splitting scream rang through the clearing.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

you nearly dropped the entire pile of wood as sophia, the head camp counselor, emerged from the trees like an angry cryptid, her hands on her hips and her expression one of pure exasperation.

daniela, ever the composed one—though she was internally screaming at getting caught—, simply crossed her arms. “fetching firewood,” she said flatly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

sophia looked seconds away from combusting. “THERE’S ALREADY TOO MUCH FIREWOOD. LIKE. WAY TOO MUCH. WE HAVE A WHOLE DAMN PILE BEHIND THE CABINS.”

you pursed your lips, glancing at daniela. she blinked. “…oh.”

sophia exhaled like she had just aged five years. “drop the sticks. go back to camp. now.”

daniela, ever the picture of grace, immediately turned on her heel and started walking back, as if she hadn’t just dragged you all the way out here for absolutely nothing.

you, however, lagged behind for a second, shaking your head with a chuckle before calling out, “well, at least we got some quality bonding time out of it, right, watchdog?”

daniela flipped you off over her shoulder.

but, even in the dim light of the sun setting, you could see the way her lips curled upward, just slightly.

the night air was cool against your skin as you stepped out of the cabin, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound in the stillness. you hadn’t been able to sleep—mind buzzing with thoughts, the stuffy warmth of the cabin making it impossible to get comfortable—so you figured a walk might help. maybe some fresh air. maybe—

your eyes caught on a figure near the dimly burning campfire, hunched slightly, shoulders rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. daniela.

she was sitting on one of the logs surrounding the fire pit, absentmindedly poking at the embers with a stick, watching as little sparks floated up into the night like tiny fireflies. her expression was unreadable, lit only by the soft, flickering glow.

something about it made you pause.

you weren’t sure what compelled you forward, but before you knew it, you were sinking onto the log beside her, close enough to feel the residual warmth of the fire, but not quite touching.

daniela barely reacted, only glancing at you briefly before returning her gaze to the flames.

“couldn’t sleep?” you murmured.

she huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “not really.”

silence settled between you, comfortable but heavy, like there was something waiting to be said. you watched the way she prodded at the embers, her usual sharp demeanor dulled at the edges, almost hesitant.

then, finally—

“i broke up with him,” she said, voice even, but lacking its usual bite.

you blinked, caught off guard for a moment. “your boyfriend?”

daniela let out another humorless laugh, nodding. “yeah.”

holy shit.

you schooled your expression, keeping your face neutral, but internally? you were fucking cheering.

“wow,” you said instead, keeping your tone light but careful. “that’s… a pretty big deal.”

she shrugged, eyes still fixed on the fire. “should’ve done it sooner. he was a jerk.”

there was a weight to her words, a quiet frustration, but more than that—relief.

you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees, watching her carefully. “why now?”

daniela let out a slow breath, tapping the stick against the charred logs. “i don’t know,” she admitted. “maybe i got tired of pretending. maybe i realized that… i wasn’t really happy. or—” she hesitated, her fingers tightening around the stick. “—maybe i was just waiting for the right moment.”

you tilted your head slightly. “and this was the right moment?”

her lips pressed together, like she was debating whether or not to say something, before she finally turned her head to look at you. really look at you.

there was something different in her gaze—something softer, less guarded.

“yeah,” she said quietly. “i think it was.”

your chest tightened, warmth blooming in a way that had nothing to do with the fire.

you didn’t push for more. didn’t tease, didn’t pry. instead, you simply nudged your knee against hers, offering the smallest of smiles. “for what it’s worth, i think you made the right choice. i saw him always fighting with those camp counselors just to see you.”

daniela stared at you for a moment, then exhaled a laugh, shaking her head. “of course you would say that.”

“what? i’m being sincere!” you placed a hand over your heart in mock offense. “i can be nice, y’know.”

she hummed, unconvinced, but her lips curled upward ever so slightly.

the two of you sat there for a while, the fire crackling softly between you, the night stretching quiet and still around the campsite. neither of you rushed to leave. neither of you wanted to.

and later, when you finally dragged yourselves back to the cabins, a quiet understanding settled between you—something unspoken but felt.

something that, after that night, made the space between you feel smaller than ever before.

it started off slow. so slow daniela barely noticed it at first.

the way her eyes lingered on you longer than they should’ve. the way she found herself gravitating toward you more and more, standing closer, brushing shoulders, stealing glances when she thought you wouldn’t notice. the way her stomach twisted whenever you smiled—at her.

it wasn’t like she hadn’t always looked at you. from the moment you stepped foot in sunnyvale wearing that ridiculous dark blue band uniform and met her eyes across the field, daniela had been watching.

but it was different now. before, her stares had been filled with scrutiny, laced with the tiniest bit of frustration at how easily you got under her skin. and now they were filled with something else entirely. something she wasn’t ready to name.

but then—

it was the last week of camp when everything clicked.

the bonfire crackled in the middle of the campsite, a golden glow illuminating the circle of campers gathered around, their faces alight with warmth and laughter. the air was thick with the scent of burning wood, mingled with the distant scent of pine and the lingering traces of marshmallows and chocolate.

and you.

you sat on a log, guitar resting against your lap, fingers plucking at the strings with practiced ease. the opening notes of a song filled the air, soft and familiar, and as soon as your voice joined the melody, daniela felt something shift in her chest.

"well, i guess you'd say…"

her breath caught.

"what can make me feel this way?"

her fingers curled into the fabric of her jeans, stomach twisting as your voice washed over her—gentle, soothing, captivating.

she couldn’t look away.

she wasn’t the only one enraptured—everyone else sat silently, listening intently, swaying slightly to the rhythm—but it felt like the moment belonged only to the two of you. like nothing else existed outside of the glow of the fire, outside of the space between you.

and then you looked at her.

your eyes met across the fire, something soft and knowing dancing in your gaze, and daniela’s heart stopped.

"my girl, my girl, my girl.”

she swallowed hard.

“talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl.”

because that was the moment.

the moment she realized she was completely, hopelessly, utterly in love with you.

not in the way she’d tried to convince herself she wasn’t. not in the way that was casual, fleeting, something she could shake off or push aside.

no—this was real. heavy and warm and terrifying in the best way possible.

her lips parted slightly, breath uneven, her entire body frozen in place as the song continued, the words wrapping around her like a confession she hadn’t even said out loud yet.

"that's all i can talk about is my girl."

you smiled. a tiny, knowing thing.

daniela looked away, suddenly overwhelmed, her hands clenching into fists to steady herself. but it was too late. she couldn’t unfeel it, couldn’t ignore the way her heart ached at the sight of you, couldn’t pretend this wasn’t real.

she was in love with you.

and for the first time, she wasn’t afraid to admit it—to herself, at least.

the kitchen was quiet except for the faint clatter of dishes and the distant murmur of campers outside. daniela wiped her hands on a dishtowel, tossing it onto the counter with a little too much force. yena, leaning against the sink, watched her with an insufferable smirk.

"so," yena drawled, crossing her arms, "you gonna say it, or do i have to spell it out for you?"

daniela shot her a glare. "say what?"

yena scoffed, shaking her head. "oh, come on. that you're in love with y/n."

daniela froze.

yena grinned, clearly savoring the moment. "you act like she’s just some shadysider you have to tolerate, but you’ve been following her around like a lost puppy. you literally sat through her entire song at the bonfire last night, staring at her like she hung the damn moon. and don’t even get me started on the way you look at her when she talks—like you're trying not to combust."

daniela scowled. "i do not look at her like that."

"oh, please," yena snorted. "you're like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time."

daniela groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "fine. okay. maybe i like her."

yena gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "maybe? babe, you're in love. in love love.”

daniela rolled her eyes. "oh, shut up."

"nah, this is huge," yena continued, grinning like she just won the lottery. "i mean, the infamous 'i don't need anyone that’s why i broke up with my boyfriend like i did with the others' daniela? falling for a shadysider? this is better than a romcom."

daniela huffed, turning back to the sink, hoping to ignore yena and the smug energy radiating off of her. but then—

"oh."

daniela froze.

yena’s eyes flickered past her shoulder, widening slightly before her smirk returned full force. “well. my cue to leave.” she grabbed her towel and promptly bolted out of the kitchen, leaving daniela alone to face the one person she really didn’t want hearing that conversation.

you.

you stood in the doorway, looking completely stunned, like you weren’t sure if you’d walked in on a confession or a crime scene, before leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, head tilted slightly in amusement. there was a flicker of surprise in your eyes, sure, but it was the kind that faded fast—like you were already settling into the idea, getting comfortable with it.

daniela’s heart was racing. she gripped the counter, trying to ground herself. “how much of that did you hear?”

you hummed, pretending to think. “enough to know that you think i hung the damn moon.”

daniela groaned, running a hand down her face. “kill me now.”

“mm, no can do. i kinda like knowing you have a crush on me.”

daniela gaped at you, and you took slow, measured steps forward, that teasing glint in your eyes growing.

"you know, i was so sure you hated me at first," you mused, tapping a finger against your chin. "but now—"

daniela glared, cheeks burning. "don’t."

"—now, i'm thinking you just didn’t know how to handle your feelings," you finished, grinning. "poor thing."

daniela exhaled sharply, pressing her lips into a thin line. great. just great. she wasn’t even supposed to tell you, let alone have you overhear it in the most humiliating way possible.

silence stretched between you, thick and unsteady.

you took a small step forward. “so… you like me?”

daniela swallowed. she could lie. brush it off. say it was nothing. but looking at you now—playful smile and teasing eyes full of mirth, the way you didn’t look completely horrified—she couldn’t.

so she inhaled deeply and nodded. “yeah. i do.” daniela let out a slow breath, feeling something warm settle in her chest the more you looked at her. your eyes contorting into one of adoration now. “so… what now?”

you smiled, still playful but genuine. “well, usually this is the part where we kiss.”

daniela’s breath caught. her eyes flickered to your lips before she could stop herself. “oh.”

you tilted your head slightly, a soft invitation, no pressure, just you. and for once, daniela didn’t overthink it. she just leaned in.

the kiss was slow, tentative—like testing uncharted waters—but when you sighed softly against her lips, daniela melted. she pulled you closer, her fingers curling at the hem of your shirt, your hands finding her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the kitchen smelled like dish soap and pinewood, the campfire outside still crackling in the distance, but all daniela could focus on was the way your lips moved against hers, the way your hands felt warm against her skin, the way everything—everything—felt right.

when you finally pulled away, you were grinning, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“guess that settles it,” you murmured, eyes flickering between her lips and her gaze. “so worth the wait and dealing with that ex of yours who kept popping in and begging for you to take him back.”

daniela huffed out a small laugh, her forehead resting against yours and pushing you lightly, but you just laughed, grabbing her hand before she could pull away completely.

"and they said shadysiders couldn't have sunnyvalers. guess i'm just built different. i'm the ultimate sig—"

"shut that mouth if you want to keep me."

"ooh, demanding. i like that."

bonus!

yunjin gasped dramatically, a hand clasped up to her chest while chaewon stood frozen beside her with a horrified expression. “you are not dating her. you’re fucking with me. a sunnyvaler? you could do better.”

you scoffed. “she is better.”

“i mean, you’re a shadysider and she’s a sunnyvaler. not to mention, she’s the mayor’s daughter! how the hell are you going to make it work?!” chaewon exclaimed.

you waved the concern away as yena munched on chips at your bed. “oh please, you guys talk about that like it was supposed to stop me. besides, have you guys even checked the news? apparently, they’re gonna join sunnyvale and shadyside. so… what’s the problem now? i’ve got a rich gorgeous, goddess of a girlfriend and we’re no longer gonna be poor like we are. quality month.”

chaewon collapsed face first on the cabin floor.

“i told y’all, she’s gonna be my baby mama.” “i’m throwing you into the lake.” “wait, i can’t swim!”

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