#also her hair somewhat turned out more rounder than usual here

[mspaint-flower]

can u do vflower in a crown cuz she deserves it

world is hers (again)

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

calculated, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Some people would call you far too serious. Some would call you stuck-up. And some would call you a bitch. But to freshman Jeon Jungkook, you’re the head Calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, pussy spanking, fingering, m-receiving oral, doggy, dirty talk); non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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"I think Jungkook likes you."

The lead of your mechanical pencil snapped suddenly. Stupid soft graphite. You glared at it, annoyed, and brushed the broken piece away to complete the equation. 

"Who?"

"I think he's taking the afternoon class."

You double-checked the last question and handed him his homework back. "Jimin, you used the wrong equation, here and here."

Park Jimin frowned, face falling when he saw all your corrections. Being one of your parents' friends' kids, your parents and his parents naturally asked you to help him out when he entered the same university as you. You pretty much figured the likelihood of Jimin speaking to you was zero, since he was a dance major and you were a graphics design major. You shrugged and agreed.

Except you forgot you were also the head Calculus I TA and Calculus I was a required course for all students. And, turns out, Jimin wasn't that great at math. That's why you were sitting on cushions at your coffee table in your apartment with Park Jimin, watching a music program as you checked his homework.

"Oh."

Jimin began to look over your arrows and circles. You never actually gave him the answer. He usually ended up forgetting a step in the middle and thus fucked the answer. Usually he caught on easily once you pointed it out. 

You stared at the television screen, listening to the latest hit. Not bad. Catchy. 

"I think I should tell you because he's kind of reckless," Jimin was saying.

You placed a hand under your head and took a sip of your tea, distracted by the cute MC with the blue hair. He had a cute smile. It reminded you of a bunny.

"Who?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin snapped impatiently.

You raised an eyebrow and faced Jimin. "Oi. I'm correcting your homework here. I could just correct it tomorrow and hand it back to you with red marks instead," you threatened.

He pouted at you, his full lower lip sticking out. "Sorry, noona."

You sighed. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel ancient." You turned your body so you faced him as he scowled at his homework. "Okay, okay, I'm listening now. What did you want to say?"

Jimin put his pencil down immediately and began to chat like an excited gossiping auntie. Round brown eyes getting rounder, glad for a break from his math homework. You didn't want to get him started, but he was going to nag you incessantly until you let him talk.

"I think he sits in the back?" Jimin pondered. "Dark longish hair, wears a lot of black. Looks scary when he's thinking because his eyes go really wide and he furrows his brows."

You twisted your mouth to the side and thought. You only attended the class when they had quizzes or exams because during lectures the professor didn't need your help. Mostly you remembered people by their personal scores or their handwriting, because you graded everything as the head TA. Looking at people's faces wasn't really necessary, unless you were looking for cheating. 

"Can't recall. I remember his handwriting though. Not bad," you said, shrugging. "I think he's pretty highly ranked at the moment."

"I think he likes you."

You scoffed. "How did you come to that consensus?"

Jimin tapped his temple sagely. "Intuition."

"If only you used that intuition on Calculus."

He frowned at you, pouting again. You let out a puff of air, conceding.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Jimin scratched the back of his head. "Well, er... I'm just warning you."

"... Is he a serial killer or something?"

"No, no, no!" Jimin waved his hands on the air hurriedly. "He's really nice. But he can be kind of, uh... forward."

"How old is he?" you asked, glancing at the television for a moment as you took another long sip of your tea.

"Two years younger than me."

You choked. 

"What?" you squeaked between coughs. Jimin hurried over and patted your back as you struggled, becoming pink in the face. "The fuck? Tell him to find someone his own age."

"I did!" Jimin whined. "But he's stubborn."

You rolled your eyes. "You're warning me that I have to break a poor freshman's heart?"

"Kind of."

You rubbed your throat. "Hmph. Darn whippersnappers these days."

Jimin smacked your arm, laughing. "I thought you weren't ancient?"

"I am now knowing some kid is fantasizing about their fucking Calculus TA."

You had said your comment sarcastically. You fully expected Jimin to make some joke, but he froze up a little. You looked over to him. He looked somewhat guilty, like a lost puppy who got caught stealing food. You sighed and patted his back.

"Don't worry, I won't chew your friend's heart out. Finish your homework, so I don't drop you off too late. You have practice in the morning, yeah?"

"Y-yeah, thanks."

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Forward, huh?

An understatement. 

You were sitting in one of the math department offices, laptop open, your drawing tablet in your lap, thinking. The conversation with Jimin happened about two days ago. In that time, you hadn't attended either morning or afternoon class yet, since it was only lectures. Not that it mattered, because lecture halls were massive. If this Jungkook kid sat in the back, then you probably wouldn't be able to see him anyway. At the moment, however, you were preoccupied with your assignment, to design a logo. Logo designing was difficult, especially since a school assignment didn't exactly have a real client attached to it to ask questions. 

Technically these were Calculus I office hours, but who attended office hours? Nobody.

Who attended any type of calculus office hours?

Yeah, exactly. 

You spent the time doing homework with the door open. You were the only TA that actually showed up for the office hours. Every other TA said it was a waste of time. It was. You still came through; in the off chance some poor kid decided her grade mattered. You felt bad since the actual professor wasn't very patient when people needed extra help. Also, technically you were the head TA, so you did have a bit more responsibility than the others.

Your black boots were perched on the desk as you sat back in your office chair, sketching a few ideas. If a member of the math department saw you, you would probably get in trouble. Thankfully, the math department was usually deserted. Math wasn't exactly the most social subject. 

You took a sip of your tea from your thermos, tapping your tablet pen on your black jean-covered thigh. 

"You look even better close-up, noona."

A clear, silvery, male voice cut through the silence. The voice came from the doorframe right in front of the desk. You frowned, slowly lifting your head from your tablet. How had you not heard him? Were you really that focused on your assignment?

Chucky black sneakers. Black cargo pants, slim fit. Distressed black sweater, hands casually in his pockets. Broad shoulders. Lightly tanned skin. Sharp jawline. A tiny mole under a mischievous smile. Your eyes narrowed as you made eye contact with those sparkling dark brown orbs. Long hair slicked back, with only a few wispy strands on his forehead. 

"Calculus I question?" was your response. 

His smile quirked a little higher. The young man didn't have a backpack with him. Didn't even have a piece of paper stuck under his arm. Wasn't even trying to pretend that he needed help.

"I have questions."

He didn't elaborate. You lowered your legs, placing your tablet on your laptop. 

"This is Calculus I office hours. For calculus questions only."

His eyes flickered to your laptop and tablet. Back to you. 

"Is this what the TAs should be doing during office hours?"

Suddenly, you could feel your pulse in your ears. Point taken.

"What do you want?"

He slid into the chair across from the desk, hands still in his pockets. Watching you carefully, still smiling thoughtfully. It should have been unnerving, but there was no malice in that smile. Maybe you were imagining it though, so you kept your guard up. 

"I'm Jeon Jungkook."

Yeah, I guessed, you thought wryly. "And my name is on the syllabus. What do you want?"

He tilted his head at you, studying your face. 

"How do you know Jimin-ssi?"

Isn't Jimin older than you, punk? "Our parents are friends."

He nodded slowly. He looked around the windowless office, at the three papers tacked to the wall – outdated notices – to the still open door, to the desk with your laptop, tablet, and backpack. Then to you, sitting back in the black office chair, eyebrow raised, hands half-in the sleeves of your gray flannel, cropped black sweater underneath. 

"I think you're beautiful, noona."

Your brain winced at the compliment and your hormones looked up from the abyss. Your brain scolded them to go back to their hidey-hole. You clicked your tongue. 

"I'm too old for you."

There was an ever-so-slight tick of his head. His eyes shifted downward and then flicked back up to you, almost shyly, if it wasn't for the small smirk dancing on his lips. 

"We both know such a mindset is outdated."

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The fuck? Your hormones peeked out again. Your brain was too distracted with trying to find a comeback to tell them to fuck off. You figured you better cut this off right now before it went too far. 

"This whole conversation is inappropriate," you said evenly, standing up from the chair and rolling it back. You walked around the desk and stood in front of it, balancing your ass against it. You crossed your arms over your breasts. "You should leave."

He slowly, slowly gazed up at you. Why did he look so satisfied? Your heart did a little three beat skip. Stop it. Keep it together. Jungkook got to his feet, hands still in his pockets. Then he pulled them out and pushed his sleeves up.

Oh?

Tattoos ran up his right arm, the beginnings of a sleeve. Ink black against light tan, flexed muscle. He was not a skinny pretty boy. You were so busy staring at his arms that you barely registered him placing them casually on either side of you, face right next to yours. Now you were staring down at his broad chest, at his black distressed sweater.

"Excuse me?" you snapped testily, lifting your head to look into his smug eyes. 

"I won't touch you," Jungkook murmured quietly. "Unless you ask me to."

This punk ass bitch.

You narrowed your eyes. "What makes you think I would?"

That small teasing smile came back. 

"Well, for one, you haven't actually told me you have absolutely no interest yet."

Your hormones prodded you excitedly. Your brain told them to shut up. Your eyes moved to the open door behind his head, looking into the empty hall, trying to keep a balanced, even tone. It came out a little sharper than you intended.

"Door's wide open."

"Embarrassed to be seen with me?" Jungkook purred, breath on your cheek. 

You tried not to react even though your hormones were fucking losing it. "What about you?" you shot back sharply. 

You heard Jungkook chuckle. "Fuck no I'm not." Your heart jerked heading the crude word come out so daintily and casually from his lips. "I want to be seen with you. All the time. In every position." 

You finally tore your eyes from the open door to give him the side-eye. "Real big words there."

Jungkook smirked. "I'm giving you a chance to tell me no. It's taking everything in me not to bend you over this desk right now and fuck your brains out."

You sucked in a breath. Accidentally. Not on purpose. There's absolutely no way Jungkook would have noticed unless he was literally right next to you. Which he was. Shit. He leaned in closer, still not actually touching you. 

"You like that idea?" he breathed, the lust evident in his voice, not even trying to hide it. 

"I am not some easy bitch at the club, Jungkook. This is the fucking math department," you scolded, eye-level to the base of his neck, wanting very badly to make out with it.

Now it was his turn to inhale sharply. He pulled his head back, and now you were face-to-face with those dark, dark eyes, falling, falling, your body screaming at you to do more. And still you didn’t, torn between reason and instinct.

"I'm so pissed," he growled, breath against your lips. "That the first time I hear you say my name, I wasn't watching your pretty lips form it."

Those few strands brushed against his exposed forehead, framing his furrowed brow and those intense dark brown eyes, making you breathless, telling you that you should, even though the last shreds of reason were telling you, do not, do not, do not give in to Jeon Jungkook. 

"It's the middle of the damn day," you murmured.

"And you make me horny every second of every day," he groaned, so close now that his nose almost touched yours. "With your stem stare, your assertive stride, your well-spoken words, and your beautiful body that demands to be kissed, loved, fucked." He panted, shoulders shaking. "God, I want you under me so bad. You have no idea, noona."

Resolve? Hello, where are you?

You raised an eyebrow. "You think you're enough for me?"

His dark eyes gleamed. 

"I know I am."

Your eyes flickered to the open door, the vacant hall, feeling Jungkook's body heat hovering so close, so close to you, and then you shifted your eyes back to him. Your brain was screaming at you and your hormones bonked your brain silent. The words at the tip of your tongue came tumbling out, nothing to hold them back anymore. 

"Let's see."

And then you kissed him.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate, his large hands leaving the desk, grabbing your waist, ramming his crotch into you. You gasped against his soft lips and he slid his tongue inside, playing with yours, moaning, kissing you hungrily. His fingers pressed into you through your clothes, strong, tight, unforgiving. Your eyes flew open, surprised at his eagerness. He retreated his tongue and nipped at your lower lip, sucking on it lightly. You shivered, feeling him lift you onto the desk, pushing your legs open with his hips, grinding against you. He kissed down your chin, lifting your head impatiently, moaning against your skin. Every gentle kiss a jolt to your system, contrasting with his rough hands kneading your waist, pulling you close against his firm body, the fucking desk cutting into your thighs, eyelids fluttering.

There was movement at the door.

You froze.

Jungkook’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking sharply. You choked back a wanton moan, seeing a familiar face. A familiar, plump smile with cute, lovely eyes. He waved a small hand at you and reached for the doorknob, locking it from the inside before winking at you and closing the door silently.

Park fucking Jimin.

That bas–

Your thought was sharply cut off by Jungkook nipping at your throat, hissing as he rolled his hips into your thigh, a distinct bulge pressing into you. He yanked down the front of your sweater, sucking on the space right between your collarbones. You whimpered and shuddered, wrapping a leg around his waist and hooking him towards you, hands finally leaving your chest and grabbing his, fingers getting caught in the holes of his sweater.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m so fucking hard already because you’re so fucking hot.”

You caught yourself against the desk, elbow slamming onto the wood. You winced. “I haven’t done shit,” you said, surprised to feel your lips slightly swollen.

Jungkook grinned. “You don’t have to. Just you below me is enough.”

You glared at him and he bent over the desk, grabbing the back of your head, pushing your face to his, kissing you again, stealing your breath. It was the perfect mix of force and desperation, leaving you yielding, back arching as he sucked on your tongue, bobbing his head up and down slightly to pull on it. You tried not to make noise – everything was already too noisy anyway – only crying out softly when he let you go. Now you were on your elbows with Jungkook towering over you, licking his lips, the spare strands now stuck to his exposed forehead. His eyes roamed over your body before landing back on your face. You gave him your best questioning look.

He chuckled darkly. “I want to rip all your clothes off, but something tells me you will be upset with me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Because this is still the middle of the math department, let me remind you, Jungkook.” You huffed. “I don’t live here. Don’t get crazy.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “Say my name again, noona. God, let me watch your delicious lips speak my fucking name.”

You raised your eyebrows. Then you felt his hands on your jeans, undoing the button, making you jump. The zipper going down, down. He yanked at the seam, digging it into your already wet pussy, shoving your panties into your slit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

Oh fuck. That sounded kind of pathetic.

He bit his lower lip, and yanked again.

“J-Jungkook, ah…” Your eyelids fluttered, trying to keep your strict demeanor.

“Fuck,” he hissed, firmly gripping the waistband of your jeans and pulling them down your ass, half-dragging your panties down. “You like that, noona? Do you want me to be rough with you?”

You prayed to the higher power that he would just take the damn hint and not make you say it. But Jungkook was dragging your panties back up, the thin black fabric being sucked into your folds and ass as he pulled them far too high. You gasped, trying not to look down, trying not to look at his face. But he grabbed your chin, dragging you back to him, making you open your glazed eyes, making you see his excited expression.

“Look at me, noona.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jungkook held the front of your panties and pulled, hard. You had to choke back a moan, the fabric nearly ripping, rubbing harshly against your clit. You felt the squelch of you getting wetter, hearing it clearly as he yanked at it, stimulating your clit.

“Tell me you don’t like it, noona,” Jungkook whispered hotly, letting go of your chin. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

You spread your legs involuntarily, trying very hard not to make a fucking sound, but it was already obvious by your fists clenched against the desk, your widespread legs, and your pussy lips practically sucking your panties in, so much so that they nearly disappeared into you.

Jungkook snuck a glance down, gasping softly at your glistening pussy being tortured by your panties. He dropped to his knees and you had only one second to be confused before Jungkook’s tongue licked up your slit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out, leaving your sounds limited to muffled whimpers as he lapped at your juices, groaning into you. Your entire lower body vibrated as he teased your covered clit, smushing the fabric into your deeper, rougher. Your hips strained, trying to hump his face but only digging your panties into you harder.

You removed your hand from your face, biting on your tongue to regain some semblance of thought so you fucking talk.

“T-take it off…” you gasped. You looked down, seeing his mischievous eyes above your quivering mound, licking his lips slowly, pink tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.

Jungkook raised his hand.

Smack!

This time you had to actually shove to knuckles into your mouth and mute your squeal as pain radiated through you, your pussy stinging. He slapped you again, right on your clit, hard, making your throw your head back and nearly hit the desk, hips raising to meet him. Oh, God. He pressed his finger against your aching clit, rubbing hard, standing up to bend over you, an impossibly strong presence as he pleasured you.

“Say it, noona,” he breathed. “Tell me you like getting your pussy spanked.”

He was rubbing your clit so hard that you felt your hips raise into it, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Say it or I’ll stop,” he warned menacingly, voice so low it ripped through you.

You tore your knuckles out of your mouth. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, Jungkook, I love it when you spank my clit, fuck, please, fuck.” The words came jumbling out in a rushed, half-panicked whisper, cut off by your sharp gasp as your orgasm clawed into you. You felt Jungkook slap his free hand over your mouth, shutting off your wail as your throbbed into his hand, turning into helpless whines as he spanked your clit hard and fast, accentuating your high with waves of sudden, aching pain. You pushed his hand away, pressing your head against the desk, gasping.

“Harder, please, Jungkook, harder.”

He was staring at your fucked-out face, massaging your throbbing pussy with his palm, coating his fingers with your cum. Your voice a thin moan, hips rutting into him.

“Believe me, I want to,” he snarled. “I want to so fucking bad, noona, but we’re already loud enough and you’re making a fucking mess.”

He pulled your panties down, nearly useless at this point and roughly shoved two fingers into you. You gasped, tongue lolling out and he took the chance to put two fingers of his free hand into your mouth, rubbing your wet tongue. You could feel every joint, the calluses of his fingertips as he thrust them into you, slopping, wet sounds accompanying his movements.

“Fuck, look at you, noona, sucking in my fingers, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jungkook murmured, centimeters away from your face. “I haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet and you’re already taking me so well.”

If you could think, you probably would have a snappy response, but Jungkook was stuffing his fingers into your mouth and scissoring the others inside your pussy, driving you insane. You made eye contact with Jungkook, him and his blown-out pupils, his lips trembling as he rammed his fingers into your holes faster, harder, sliding you up the wooden desk. Something inside you snapped and you squeezed your eyes shut, your body shaking as you came again, trying to yell, but unable to because Jungkook shoved his fingers into your throat, making you almost choke if it wasn’t for your own expertise. An embarrassing amount of liquid poured down his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. You clamped your legs shut, burying his hand, hips jerking as the aftershocks rippled through you.

You heard Jungkook swallow loudly, jaw tight. He slowly pulled his fingers out of both holes, strings of bodily fluid following him as he did so. Your shaking knees were barely holding your lower body up, jeans constricting your calves and your upper body way too fucking hot.

You laid back on the wood, trying to catch your breath. Was it a fucking cliché? Probably. You felt Jungkook lift himself off the desk and you closed your eyes, chest heaving. Of course. He was just going to leave you like this, tearing your secret out of you and then leaving to boast about how he turned the head Calculus I TA into a helpless, submissive puddle of goo without even actually fucking you. Why did you even bother–

You suddenly felt the desk creak and snapped your eyes open to Jungkook climbing onto it, straddling your chest, unzipping his pants right in front of your face. His slicked hair was becoming unfurled now, more and more dark strands falling down around his ears. His brow furrowed, eyes so wide and focused you weren’t even sure he was actually looking at you.

“Uh–”

He reached in his black boxer briefs impatiently and pulled out his thick, leaking cock. Your eyes widened and his found yours, glittering with arousal. A smear of pre-cum grazed your cheek as he adjusted his position to push the red, bulbous tip against your lips.

“I want to fuck you, noona, but you have to clean me up,” Jungkook breathed, gently asking you but also trying to greedily push his dick into your mouth.

You could say something, but somehow you concluded you were going to be muffled anyway, so you opened your mouth, tongue snaking out and licking the head. Flat, wide, and all over, coating your tongue with his pre-cum, moaning at his taste. Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lower lip, hissing softly as he spread his legs even more, lowering himself slowly into your mouth. You licked around his cock before closing your lips and sucking, growing wet as he thrust his hips into your mouth, slow and steady, eyes closed. You reached up to hold onto his thighs, whimpering as you felt his muscular quads through his pants. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, sliding his cock in a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, noona, so fucking sexy, taking my cock like that,” he groaned, reaching down and pushing your hair out of your eyes. His dark hair hung down, framing his face in shadow, making your pussy throb at the image. “Makes me want to fill all your holes up, makes me want to coat you with my cum and see you covered in it, messy and dirty with me.”

You couldn’t say anything so you just whined, nails digging into his covered thighs.

“You want that?” His voice dropped several octaves again. Your skin prickled hotly with every word. “You want me to jack off all over you and leave you a mess covered with my cum?”

You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for friction, now moving your head to suck harder, rubbing the tip fiercely against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck,” he gritted out. He tapped your hand hurriedly, eyelids fluttering. “S-stop, stop.” You whimpered, sadly looking up at him. He chuckled, rubbing your knuckles soothingly.

Look here you little shit, you can’t say all that dirty stuff and not expect me to be horny, your eyes were telling him.

“I know, I know,” he purred. “But I want to fuck your pussy and office hours are almost over…”

You glowered at him, but reluctantly unhinged your jaw, opening your lips. He slid out, gasping, hitting you in the chin and getting the front of your sweater wet.

“You’re a jerk,” you muttered as he climbed off you.

Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry, noona.”

You shook your hair and reached into your backpack, pulling out a condom, only to turn around and see Jungkook pulling one out of his back pocket.

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “You’re prepared.”

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew what I was coming for.”

A muscle in your brow twitched as he tucked his tongue in his cheek, grinning widely at you as he ripped it open and slid it on slowly, rolling it down his thick cock. His voice changed, dipping raspy and low.

“Turn around.”

Part of you wanted to fight, but then you spied the time. You rolled onto your stomach, sighing exaggeratedly as your legs tangled a bit in your jeans. You felt Jungkook’s presence behind you as he bent over your back, hand sliding over your lips and covering your mouth.

“Sigh all you want, noona,” he growled, chuckling as you shivered. “Just don’t scream when I’m fucking you.”

Your eyes widened as you felt the head press against your puffy pussy lips, pushing in forcefully, expanding your tight little hole as his cock entered you, his moan against your ear, your name dripping with lust. Both of you still mostly clothed, but his cock sliding deep, deep inside you, his teeth on your earlobe. Your walls throbbed around him, squeezing him. He gasped, jutting his hips experimentally into you. A stifled moan sneaked past his fingers, your tongue licking them lightly.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Nice and tight for me, bent over this desk.” He nipped at your ear, whispering softly as he began to fuck you. “What if someone hears you, whimpering for my cock, begging to be fucked?”

Your hands clenched into fists, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him pound you into the wood, deep and slow and far too perfect.

“Noona, what if someone sees you?” His voice like smoke, invading all your thoughts, threatening your dreams, cursing you with the feeling of his lips on your ear and his hips pounding your ass. “Proper, harsh, strict noona turning into a slut for this cock, bent over this desk and humping my hips so you can get this dick deeper inside you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and wiggled your ass against his cock. He thrust his hips harder into you, jerking you forcefully upwards, your thighs smacking against the desk. Light flickered in front of your closed eyelids and you opened them, seeing your phone screen glaring at you. A message from Jimin. Finish already! You struggled to say his name and Jungkook lifted his hand for a moment to hear your shaking breath.

“Jungkook,” you panted. “Time.”

He covered your mouth again. “You’re right,” he grunted, rolling his hips into you, biting back his moans as you clenched around him. The wet, slapping sounds became louder as he changed his angle, fucking you roughly into the table. It pushed your hips up and you clung onto the edge of the desk, moaning around his hand, tongue pressed flat against his palm as he fucked you with reckless abandon, beating a damn indent of the edge of the desk into your thighs. The dull ache was going to lead to a bruise, but you didn’t care, pushing your hips back to meet him. A choked wail vibrated in your throat as you came again, whole body lurching as he sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder, groaning as he came inside you, cock twitching and throbbing against your walls. You felt the condom expand, matched with Jungkook’s hiss as he pumped into you. You pulsed your pussy around him and he detached his mouth, whispering your name against your ear.

“You’re dirty, noona,” he rasped, the words so breathless they made you shiver. “I love it.”

You shakily reached up and peeled his hand from your mouth, gasping as he straightened to hold the condom and pull out of you. Fuck. Oh fuck. You scrambled for your phone, seeing Jimin’s text.

You better rush outta there, noona.

You heard the wet, peeling sound of Jungkook pulling the used condom off gingerly. You turned around, hissing at Jungkook before he threw it in the trash.

“Are you crazy?” you muttered, snatching it from him. “Someone will see.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “What else do I do with it?”

You glared at him and tied it up, grabbing some tissues and wrapping it inside. Then you shoved it in your backpack, along with your laptop, your tablet, the spare condom, and reaching over the desk to unplug your laptop’s AC adaptor so you could shove that in your bag too.

“Fuck, your ass is so sexy,” Jungkook marveled behind you.

“Jungkook, we have to get the fuck out of here, so pack your damn dick,” you ordered, yanking your jeans up. Squelch. You sucked in your lower lip in at the cold, uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties. You zipped your bag and checked around the desk to make sure you took everything. You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your back pocket, turning around to see Jungkook rezipping his pants. Thank God. You might have been tempted if he hadn’t listened to you. Then you remembered the two bits of condom wrapping on the floor and picked those up too, shoving them in your other pocket.

Jungkook smirked at you. “So thorough, noona.”

You scowled at him. Maybe he hadn’t been in this situation before, but you sure as hell have.

“Stay here for twenty seconds and then leave.”

Jungkook pouted at you. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“But I don’t even have your number.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ask Jimin. You two are in cahoots anyway.” You popped your head out, looking around. No one. You popped your head back in. “Also, you owe me new panties the next time I see your smug little face, you punk,” you added, tone irate.

He smirked at you; his long dark hair wispy around his playful eyes.

You gave him one last look before you tore your eyes away, rushing through every back stairway to get the hell out of there before someone could realize you just fucked a freshman during office hours, your slopping, torn-up panties reminding you with every step that you really needed Jeon Jungkook to fuck you again.

-

part ii

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masterpost

[stachmousworld]

The Sun

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!reader

Phew. I don’t even know how to tag that. You will cry and laugh and cry and be happy.

Tags: angst with happy ending, which includes self-deprecation, low self-esteem.

She entered the communal room with a greeting on the tongue

“Pictures of my...” Bucky pointed his groin. “Really?”

Deciding to eavesdrop, she tiptoed near the couch and hid behind a wall. She leaned and peeked at them. From her hiding place, she could see all of them. It was a chance they hadn’t noticed her.

“Yes, women love that,” Sam said, nodding with confidence. He turned to Clint who also nodded.

“Really? It is…” Bucky trailed off, his voice getting smaller. “…something that women like?” He asked unsure.

“Bucky, you gotta trust me – us. We are happy you came to us for advice and we would never lead you astray,” Clint told him, without any hint of his usual snark.

Doubt crept in her mind. What the hell did they tell him and why did Bucky not come to her first? He knew that Clint and Sam were not reliable. She thought he’d be comfortable with her. After all, she was the closest to him.

“So…when I have her number, I’ll send her a picture of my…” He didn’t dare say the word, which seem too...not so him. “And she’ll like it?”

Pictures of…? Realization dawned her. Bucky had found someone. And this someone wasn’t her. She wiped her dry cheeks and took a big breath. She was his best girl and as such, she’ll be there for him, even though he didn’t love her.  

“Y-”

“What the hell is going on here?” She uttered.

All of them jumped. Bucky spun around, a hand on his chest. He looked somewhat guilty and awkward. She smiled softly at him and muttered a small hello. Bucky sputtered a few words. His ears were getting red and his eyes rounder with panic. She repressed her chuckle. He looked like a kid who’s been caught the hand in the cookie jar.

Sam and Clint, though, sported a smug smile. She narrowed her eyes, suspicious.

“I don’t know what you’ve been telling him, but if I find out it’s bullshit…” She threatened, eyes staring deep into Sam’s, who cowered. He jumped to his feet, grabbed Clint and scrambled away. She smiled, with complete satisfaction. The “stare” always worked on Sam and sometimes on Clint, when he wasn’t reckless.

A few months ago, while they were both, Sam and her, talking about their moms. Sam had revealed how he was still scared of his mom’s stare. Even now, as an adult, his mom was able to make him feel like a kid. This information, unfortunately for him, had been stored. In fact, she would have gladly kept this weapon locked in her memory, but since Sam loved to prank Bucky, she’d make sure to keep him in check.

Some pranks could be triggering for Bucky, whether Sam was aware of it or not, and since Bucky didn’t like people to pity him…Let’s just say that the following months she had taken a great pleasure in making him squirm.

Bucky coughed and looked around, still a little awkward.

“What did they talk to you about?” She asked, nonchalant.

“Hm…nothing?”

“Are you asking me?” She laughed, a little nervous.

Bucky huffed and shook his head. She decided to change subject. The last thing she wanted was to make him withdraw.

“I’m going in my room, do you w –.”

Before she could finish her sentence, Bucky jumped to his feet and quickly made his way to her. She shut her mouth close and started walking toward the elevator.

They made their way to her room in silence. Bucky had clearly something on his mind. He was looking straight ahead, moving his hands as if he was talking to himself. Whatever the others told him it really perturbated him. And, if she was to believe what she heard, she hoped they hadn’t plant bad seeds into his head.

She tried not to think of the picture of his – she licked her lips – dick. She had long imagined how it’d be. Long, large with a little curve, the tip would be a reddish color…She had seen him in boxers before and had glanced a few times without getting caught, which has been difficult. Bucky had the bad habit of looking at her, even when they weren’t talking.

At first, she’d thought that there was something wrong with her. Maybe something on her face, or else. But no. Bucky loved to look at her. He could spend up to an hour, not moving, eyes on her. And when she’d turn to face him, he’d not even blush. She didn’t know if it was something common back then, but she’ll have to tell him not to do that with a stranger.

Imagine the lawsuit, she cringed. She could see the title on the first page “The Winter soldier harassed a strange.”

She shook her head and opened her door.

“I’m going to take a shower and I’ll come back,” she signaled, closing the bathroom door behind her.

She took a shorter shower than planned. Her head was buzzing with thoughts that even the hot water couldn’t disperse. She dried herself with her fuzzy towel, relishing in its softness and warmth.

She would forever thank Tony for those heated closets. Surprisingly, he hadn’t known about them. She had even thought he was pulling her leg. But no. Tony Stark, billionaire and genius, hadn’t known about hot towels. It hadn’t been long before he upgraded her own heated closets and set them on every floor. Steve and Natasha had been the first to use them, despite their skepticism and they’d love it.

Bucky had not outright told her he liked the new installment. She even thought he’d never used them, until she received a box full of first editions of her favorite books and records. The love and affection for him had grown tenfold.

She shook her head, a peaceful smile growing on her face. Bucky was really a man of few words.

She put on a boy shorts, and a strapless top before leaving the bathroom.

Bucky was sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. Her smile disappeared. Oh, yeah. He wasn’t interested in her and was talking to someone. She pretended to tidy her paperwork, glancing frequently at Bucky. He had not looked at her once. She didn’t let the disappointment overcome her joy.

“So, I heard what the others said, and I wanted to tell you that if you need an ear I’m here,” she said, nervous.

“No, it’s okay, thanks,” he replied, curtly.

Why wasn’t he looking at her? And what was it with this tone? She didn’t want to force him to open up and seem like a clingy girl. She grimaced. Yep, not a clingy girl.

“Ok. But you shouldn’t send a picture of your penis to no one, unless they ask you. And even if they ask you, you have the choice. And you should also be careful…” Bucky raised his head and looked at her for the first time since the communal room. “…because you also are an Avenger.” She finished, feeling lame.

Bucky tilted his head, pensive. Her confidence was steadily crumbling. He had to say something or she…

“Come here and sit down,” he ordered, calmly.

She released her breath and walked over bed. Bucky tutted and pointed the floor. She raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll do your hair,” he replied, as if it was the most obvious answer.

She sat down legs crossed. Bucky scooted forward, her box containing all of her hair products next to him. In her turmoil, she didn’t even notice it. She placed her hands underneath her butt to stop them from trembling.

Bucky slowly took off her wig making sure to be gentle where the glue was still holding on dear life. She grimaced in pain when it finally came off. Her forehead was burning, and she wanted to pat and press the irritated skin to sooth the pain.

Bucky stopped moving behind her.

“What have you done, again?” He asked, annoyed.

She raised her eyebrows. He couldn’t have found out. Her heart started to beat faster. There was no way he had noticed what she’s done.

“You know that I can see you, right?” He whispered in her ears.

She raised her head and met Bucky’s grey eyes in the mirror. She grimaced guiltily and avoided his intense gaze.

Bucky tilted her head back and observed her forehead. He pressed a metal finger across the mark on her face making her hissed in pain, which didn’t deter him. He kept on massaging the same spot over and over again until she couldn’t feel the pain.

“What have you done?” He asked again.

She sighed. “I wanted it to be more glued.”

He flicked her ear, making her wince. Ouch, she thought, pressing her hand on her ear.

“You are lying.”

“’am not,” she declared, pouting.

“Don’t make me tickle you,” he warned, before starting unbraiding her braids. His nimble fingers worked with practice ease and rapidity.

“I…” She stopped talking. The last thing she wanted was to appear weak in front of him. Not again. She didn’t like to complain or be ungrateful but sometimes her insecurities were too heavy for her to overcome. So, some days, she’d stay in bed, mulling over all the criticism she received. ‘You are not skinny enough.’ ‘You skin isn’t smooth enough.’ ‘You should consider surgery for your horse teeth.’ ‘Your boobs are big but if your waist was slimer you’d be body goal.’ ‘You’d be more beautiful if you had a bigger butt.’ ‘Your legs are too muscular.’ ‘You should wear your hair straight all the time.’ ‘You are too dark.’ ‘You speak white’ etc.

She could go on and on about the things she heard from colleagues, friends or even relatives. She could, most of the time, ignore these thoughts and move one. But the other days, like today, she hadn’t been able too.

There had been an annual brunch at work. She had wanted to be perfect. Not too loud, not to silent, straight hair, clothes that masked or accented what they wanted to see. She hadn’t spoken when not spoken too and didn’t try to be angry at their comments on her blackness.

She has tried. So hard and for so long…

She blinked trying to repress her tears. She sniffed and wiped her nose. But the more she tried and the less she felt like herself. Like this girl coming from a hard-working family. Her parents had made sure she went to the best schools, even if it meant sacrificing their own happiness. She had seen them work their entire life and save enough money to open a restaurant. Money, which ended up in her university fees. And now they were back to square one.

So, she couldn’t fail them. She was working so hard not to become a disappointment. And the worst is that they would never tell explicitly that she was a burden. They’d smile gently and encourage her to find another work, or to maybe go back to university…

“Baby Girl, are you okay?” Bucky asked, putting a halt to the train wreck in her head.

She nodded.

“You do know that I can see you, right?”

She quickly dropped her head, wiping her tears.

“Was it about your brunch?” He asked, now worried.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Did something bad happen? Did someone do something to you?”

She shook her head.

“Does it have to do with why you glued your wig on your forehead.”

“It’s too big,” she wailed. It was ridiculous, she knew it. To have a complex so insignificant. But how many times people had made fun of her about it. She had been able to straighten her teeth and whiten them, use makeup to refine her nose, and lighten her skin, but there was nothing to do for her forehead. It was too damn big.

“What?” Bucky leaned and embraced her tightly. He let her cry and sob without interrupting her. She felt herself fall apart. She was so weak, and Bucky didn’t deserve that. He had already a lot on his plate.

She tried to push him away, which had the opposite effect.

“Don’t push me away, baby doll.” His voice cracked. “Don’t. I’m here for as long you’ll have me.”

“Not true…” she retorted. Her voice came out muffled. “...got a girlfriend…gonna leave me.” She sobbed harder.

“What? What do you mean I have a girlfriend and why would I leave you?” He asked, confused.

This time, when she pushed him away, he let her. He grabbed her face with his hands and pressed their foreheads together.

“What do you mean?” He repeated, his eyes glistening, filled to the brim with tears.

She sniffed, unable to look away.

“I heard your discussion with the other –.” Bucky suck a breath. “And you implied you are interested in someone.”

Bucky stayed silent for a second.

“And…why would I leave you?”

She bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed. Bucky wiped slowly the blood with his finger.

“You really love hurting yourself,’ he complained, half-joking.

He released her and sat back down on the bed. He leaned and pressed a kiss on her forehead. She froze. From one kiss came many more on the sore mark left by the wig. She sighed, not moving one inch.

“For a small head like yours, you really are thinking too much.”

He took some oil in a bottle and started applying it to her roots. She shivered at the cold oil dripping on her scalp.

“You still didn’t answer me,” he reminded her.

She chose to answer to the least painful question. There was no way she could explain why she was afraid he’d leave her.

“Kids used to make fun of me,” she explained, vaguely.

Bucky hummed. There was some oil running down her neck. She didn’t have to notify him that he wiped the nape of her neck with a small towel.

“If it wasn’t my forehead, it was my horse teeth. If it wasn’t the way I talked, it’d be my skin color. Then I hit puberty, and criticism on my breasts size, waist, butt, hair, nose…” She took a shaky breath. Bucky was now massaging her scalp. Usually she’d enjoy it. After all, Bucky was an expert. He would release the tension in her scalp and help her relax, until he braided her hair again. But now, she felt more vulnerable than ever.

He was already twisting her hair into vanilla braids, when she blurted out, her voice full of pain and incomprehension. “Bucky, why am I not enough? Why don’t any of my efforts work? I try so much…I swear Bucky. I promise, I try so hard to fit in…but nothing works. My parents have worked so hard for me to be here and I don’t understand why I am such a failure.” She took a quick breath. “I wear straight hair because my natural ones are not professional. I smile, I try to look less menacing, less smart, less cocky, less…less….” She let out an ugly cry. A sound coming from the deepest part of her chest. She leaned forward and heaved.

She felt Bucky’s arms lift her. He laid her on the bed, embracing big spooning her. He held in his arms and kissed the oily top of her head. She was so lost in her pain to notice.

It took her what felt an eternity to come back. Even if the ugly monster in her brain roared and trampled her defense, she fought to come back.

“’m sorry,” she mumbled.

Bucky stayed silent. The only evidence she had he heard what she just said was how he tightened his arms around her, cutting her oxygen supply. She let him. It was probably her last hug from him. He would probably leave her now he witnessed her breaking down. And maybe…and maybe he’d have the courage to say the words her parents couldn’t. He’d be the one to tell her she was a burden.

“Don’t ever…” He said, harshly. “Don’t ever say that you are a failure, or not good enough.”

She shrugged.

“No!” He screamed suddenly making her jump. He rolled her over and face her. She stood still. Bucky was…he was crying. She had made him cry…She thought her own tears and guilt. She was really a burden. Her weakness brought pain and suffering to everyone around her.

“’sorry. Didn’t want to make you cry.”

Bucky’s face turned into a painful grimace. More tears came out of his eyes.

“I fucking love you.” He whisper-yelled “I fucking love you and hearing you saying those words...it’s like you’ve put me in the electric chair again and again and again.”

She tried to apologize but he pressed a finger on her lips. Guilt gnawed her inside.

“Don’t you ever degrade...” He spat the word. “...yourself like that. Ever.”

He kissed the tip of her nose, closing briefly his eyes.

“If you could see yourself with my eyes, you’d see how amazing you are. Hell! If you could see yourself through every Avengers’ eyes, you’d see that you are gorgeous, smart as hell, snarky, sarcastic, but also kind with a golden heart.”

He caressed her cheeks.

“I love you. And I want you to love yourself for yourself. I want you to tell the colleagues of yours to go to hell. I want you to do everything that pleased you. And not everyone else.”

He kissed each wet cheek.

“Your parents love you. They believe in you. You could never be a failure. Never. And I’m sure they’d agreed with me that you need to find another job.” She shook her head, disagreeing fervently. “Yes, you’ll change job. I have seen you, baby doll. I have seen you wilt and become more depressed. You always told me you wanted to work as a librarian. I know you have enough money to quit and you can become what you truly wanted.”

She opened her mouth to shut his idea down. It was true that on one particular night she’d express her dream of owning a library. But it was…crazy! A mere dream. She could…She should keep working and give her saving to her parents to help them open their restaurant. That was the goal since she was 18.

She didn’t notice Bucky leaning forward and she barely registered the pressure on her lips. She blinked slowly before closing her eyes. She sighed in the kiss. He didn’t try to push deeper. He backed away, then kissed her again. Just a press of two lips on their twins. There again, her thoughts disappeared.

“You need to shut that brain of yours.”

“What about your girlfriend?” She asked, dazed.

“What about her?”

“Wouldn’t she be mad that you just kissed me?” She frowned.

“Are you mad I kissed you?” He asked, a small amused smiled appearing on his face. His eyes were still red and the grey of his pupils were darker.

“What?”

“Are you mad I kissed you?” He reiterated, patiently.

“Why…I don’t understand.”

He brushed his nose against hers.

“You asked me if my baby doll would be mad at me for kissing you. And I just asked my baby doll if she was mad because I kissed her. Clear enough for me.”

Her brain short circuited. She spluttered some unintelligible words.

“Are you?” He asked.

She raised an eyebrow. Her heart was beating to fast and her brain wouldn’t catch up with the situation. One moment she was crying, then he was crying, then they were both crying and then kissing, and now…wait! He said he loved her. She didn’t imagine it, right?

“I love you,” she blurted out, blushing profusely. Let it not be a dream. Please…

“I love you,” he replied with a happy smile. “Took you long enough. I thought you’d never catch up.”

Their body sagged against each other, the pressure and tension leaving their body. All the benefits from the early head massage was gone. Her neck was stiff, and her heart was beating so hard she could feel it through her skull.

“So, I’m your best girl?” She teased him

“If you had opened you eyes before, you’d notice it since the beginning,” he retorted on the same tone. “I have never been one to be good at hiding my feelings. Everyone could see my love for you.”

“Since the beginning, really? I’m sure I’ve loved you longer, though.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “You were always talking about this Jeff from work.”

“Jeff?” She frowned. Seeing how sulky Bucky was, he had probably botched the name, as usual. “Do you mean Jeremy?”

His eyes grew comically wide. Why did she had to fall in love with such a kid.

“You see! You remember his name and his been out of the company for more than a year,” he stated, indignant.

She laughed. “Babe, you are unbelievable. I remember his nam –.” She stopped talking. Bucky eyes were now half closed and is grin…oh his grin…

Warmth pooled in her heart as her lips reciprocated his. A tender smile. Full of love and longing.

“Babe,” he repeated slowly, like he was tasting the word on his tongue to see if it was right. His smile grew wider.

“Well, you call me baby doll so…”

He suddenly laughed and grabbed her. She slapped his chest to show her disapprobation.

“I’m not a ragdoll. You’ll have to treat me carefully. And hey! You didn’t even finish my hair!” She exclaimed, in fake outrage.

Bucky doubled and laughed harder. She soon joined him.

Later…later, they’ll discuss again.

Later, he’ll show his love to her.

Later, he’ll help her stand her ground and raise her head high.

He’ll let her shine for the world to see.

And if…And if one day, as she rose high and beyond, she decided to let him go. Bucky would let her. Because his love for her would burn like a thousand suns. No matter what. And she’ll forever hold his heart.

Two years later, it felt inevitable to him. After she opened her library, after she met new people, after she got away a few months overseas, Bucky hadn’t dared hope.

And then she came back. The little box in his jacket felt too heavy. She looked heavenly in her little black dress. A few years ago, she’d have never worn it, but now she was confident. She talked freely and with animation. Her hands had yet to touch the silverware near her cold plate.

She mentioned a few people, fondly. And Bucky knew he wouldn’t be able to stand besides her. She was shining so hard and he was a shadow. But the Sun never needed one. She needed a strong man, who’ll support her through everything.

So, his box stayed in his jacket.

After their date, they wandered around. She had pressed him to talk about his life, in vain. The more they walked and the less they talked, until the silent came. Loud and heavy.

She was cold, he noticed. Without even thinking he gave her his jacket. She barely protested and snuggled in.

Bucky stayed in his thought thinking on how he would break up with her before she did.

“Bucky?” She asked, unsure.

He stopped walking and turned to her. She was holding the box in her hand.

“What is it?” She asked in a small voice.

“Nothing!” He tried to grab the box, but she was too fast. How ironic. Him the Winter Soldier was too slow.

She quickly opened it and…and…time stopped. Bucky had many words, explanations…all of them died before leaving his mouth. He waited with bated breath her reaction. Her eyes widened and…

“Yes!” She screamed, jumping around then in his arms.

Yes? She had said yes. He…Bucky spun her around barely believing his chance. She didn’t want to break up with him. He sighed, breathing in her scent. She was there she still wanted him…

“Of course, I want you, dummy,” she replied in his ear. “You’ll forever be my King. My knight in shining armor…”

Tears of gratitude pooled inside his eyes. His doubts slowly dissolved under her warmth.

His Sun.

“My Sun,” she whispered on his lips.

He tensed at the nickname, thinking it came from him.

But no.

As he stared deeply into her whisky orbs, he finally realized it. He finally realized that they were two pieces from the same sun.

And they’ll burn until the world ended.

Fin

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hiiii!! I was wondering if I could request a haven box matchup? I’m rlly sorry about submitting it there was too much of a word limit in the ask thing :(

First I’m a bi curious female and I would love a romantic matchup with a male :)

Uh ok I’m really fun and like making weird or random jokes a lot, like a lot humor is kinda my coping mechanism haha😗✌️ I’m very respectful and understanding of other people and I’m really supportive. I’m enthusiastic and talkative with those I’m close with but with other people I’m vv quiet. Im also rlly laid back. A lot of people say I’m really kind or “too nice” and I love helping people or making them laugh. I have a bad tendency to hide my feeling and emotions and usually I block my problems with humor. Many have said I’m very ambitious and I have a lot of goals. I also am pretty insecure and I get down on myself way too much because of a lot of reasons but mostly bc of my high expectations and that I’m a perfectionist. I love sweets

I like goofy or weird people because then I can be myself and I like doing spontaneous and fun things. However I am an introvert so even though I love enthusiastic people, I get drained out when I hang out with too many people for too long. I also don’t like judgmental people, especially if they judge things that others can’t control or others dreams.

Hobbies: I really love sports and I’m pretty athletic. I play volleyball and think it’s fun but my main sport is definetly basketball. I really love drawing and I also love writing. And music is kind of the love of my life and you will always see me daydreaming with my earbuds in just listening to music.

Appearance: I have very long hair that’s really light brown, greenish gray eyes, and rounder features. I’m around 5’8 1/2 and I have an hourglass body but with MUCH more on my thighs and butt😃🤚I and athletic body type and I would say I look ✨sturdy✨and I’m pretty thin everywhere but my thighs and butt like I’ve said before. I value comfort in clothes at the moment so sweatpants and hoodies or just oversized stuff are kinda my go to. However I do want to have a better style which would kinda be a mix of “art hoe” and “alt girl” ahsjhja

Some fun facts about me:

*I love sweets, especially chocolate, and I love nighttime.

*I’m constantly daydreaming and doodling and I get called out on it by my friends.

*I want to be an animator for Disney Pixar when I’m older and My goal is to go to cal arts for college.

*A couple of my favorite songs are eight wonder (lemon demon), rue (girl in red), any mother mother song (but especially “oh Ana”) , and rhinestone eyes (gorillaz)

Ahh sorry I didn’t realize how long this was, thank you so much!! <33

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Old habits die hard

- His lil' mama

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I'd match you up with

Nishinoya Yuu, Karasuno's Guardian

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Sun drops

The reasons why I paired you

- SUGAWARA WON'T LEAVE MY MIND AND HE'S ONE OF THE RUNNER UPS XD

- My first thought was Nishinoya but Ushijima and Sugawara said "No ❤️"

- But in the end, I choose Noya!

- You both would just be so cute! Like Yes please

- To him it doesn't matter that you are taller. HE LOVE YOU FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU

-He might be loud and energetic but he really respects your boundaries

- Though, you might have to take care of him more than the other way around, it's a good dynamic

- VERY BALANCED DYNAMIC RIGHT HERE

- You both if often just joke around and it's entertaining really

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Old habits die hard 

Random head canons

-You and Noya would have two day SPECIFICALLY for date time and/or Sharing time

-Those two days depends per week and schedule but there has to be TWO days

-In these days you both would just share your thoughts and feelings

-Noya, being a libero, has a tendency to be observant so he’ll know when you’re down

-He’ll joke around with you to lift up the mood but he will turn serious if needed

-C U D D L E S are a must for dates!

-He doesn’t care that you are taller than him, he actually loves it! (He loves being big spoon tho!)

-JUST LET HIM LOVE YOUUUUUUUU Like please

- He will do anything for your attention, (please just pay attention to him)

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His Lil' mama

“Lil’ mama! My team wants to meet you. Up for it?” Noya asked his taller lover. He then wrapped his arm around her waist as waited for her answer. “If you want too, sure! I don’t mind,” She replied with a smile. “That’s great! Let’s go!” He then said as he dragged her to the gym. “Wait! Like right now!” She replied as she tried to keep her balance. “Yes! Like right now~” Noya said enthusiastically. Some students stared at the taller female in pity. Nishinoya maybe a well of guy but with someone so shy at first glance, it’s hard to imagine their relationship. “Oh c’mon now babe! Don’t back on me now,” Noya said as he stopped. “I just really want to prove to the guys that you exist and not just a replacement for our goddess!” He declared as he held her hand. “I love you more than the goddess!” He added as he kissed her hand.

The greenish grey eyed girl blush a bit and looked away. The whole school can see how whipped Noya is for this girl. As much as it was a surprised for everyone on how Noya got a girlfriend but at least now Kiyoko has one less thing to worry about. “Let’s go rolling thunder to the gym so I can show you off to my pals,” Noya said as they continued but with a slower pace this time. Once they both reached the gym, everyone froze as they realized that the female was way taller. “That’s just sad. Noya is shorter than his own girlfriend,” Tsukkishima teased. “AND SO? I LOVE IT THAT WAY!” Noya barked. “This is my lil’ mama! My love! MY ONE AND ONLY SO DON’T STEAL HER AWAY!” He added as he smirked. Now his girl was behind him, kind of regretting the decision of coming but it made him happy so it was worth it. “Hello there,” She said with a small wave.

“WOW! NOYA-SAN! HOW DID YOU GET SUCH A BEAUTIFUL GIRL??” Hinata asked as he looked at the female. As time went by, the libero and his lil’mama got along with everyone. It was a bit strange at first as Noya has a girl now. And he isn’t all over Kiyoko like he used to but he still is Noya. The team enjoyed the presence and aura of the two. It was somewhat comforting. Once the whole get together and practice ended, Noya walked his girl home. “So, what did ya think? I’m pretty cool on court, ya?” Noya asked as he looked at her eyes. “You were awesome~ Can I watch your practice from now own?” She asked as she hook their arms together. Noya blushed a bit and smiled brightly. “Of course you can, Babe! No one’s stopping you,” He then said as he kissed her cheek. “Plus, having you there, I have my own cheerleader to keep me motivated,” He added as he chuckled. “So I won’t be a distraction?” She asked teasingly as she remembered what happened a few moments ago.

“OKAY LOOK I WAS ADMIRING YOUR BEAUTY AND FORGOT I WAS ON COURT!” Noya said as he huffed. “Plus, I receive the ball anyway. So I did my job,” He added with a soft smile. And then he knew that she was the one for him. Forever and always, that’s what he believes.

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Author's note

I'm sorry if it took so long! I was at school. But I hope you enjoy this one and thanks for requesting~

[ohblessit]

So I could not, for the life of me, get this idea out of my head. There’s no explicit smut (sorry), I guess it’s more cute than anything. I think I was intrigued by the idea that changing sexes wouldn’t really change Jaskier’s personality or his general dynamic with Geralt at all, but I also couldn’t help but use it as an excuse to get them together. Summary: A mage accidentally turns Jaskier into a woman. Geralt finds that it offers him a new perspective on his longtime companion.

“Are you fondling yourself?” Geralt asked incredulously.

Jaskier flushed and guiltily brought her face out of the cloak she was covered in. It settled back over her newly feminine body, draping more normally over the breasts she’d clearly just been examining with her hands.

“Well you can hardly blame me,” she proclaimed. “I’ve never been a woman before! It’s a very… novel experience. And they’re very nice breasts!”

She seemed quite pleased by that, and Geralt could hardly disagree. He’d seen them. After the drunken mage had accidentally hit Jaskier with a rogue spell, Jaskier had ripped his shirt to pieces in agony during the transformation.

Geralt’s heart had been in his throat, watching Jaskier scream and writhe on the ground, clawing at himself as his body morphed and shifted. There had been nothing he could do. He’d threatened the mage at swordpoint, demanding he fix whatever he’d just done, willing to commit any atrocity to make Jaskier’s pain stop. But the mage had stammered horrified apologies, stutteringly explaining that Jaskier would come to no harm, that the transformation was painful but reversible. 

His words had proven true enough as Jaskier’s cries began to fade into breathless sobs, body wracked by residual spasms, but the bard had been whole and conscious.

He’d also become perfectly female.

Geralt had quickly gone to his-- her side, helping her sit up as she got ahold of herself and began to take stock of what had happened.

She was smaller, her hair long and her shirt in tatters, revealing breasts that were indeed pert and shapely. Her trousers were gaping at the waist but uncomfortably tight around her hips, and her boots nearly dragged right off her feet as she shifted her legs beneath her.

Geralt hadn’t hesitated to throw his cloak around her to protect her modesty, whether or not Jaskier would ever actually consider developing some.

The mage had offered to reverse the spell then and there, but Jaskier had shuddered, her fingers digging into Geralt’s arm, obviously unwilling to go through such an ordeal again so quickly. Geralt had snarled at the drunkard and shielded Jaskier bodily. Even if Jaskier had been willing to endure it, Geralt wasn’t willing to trust a mage so clearly off his senses with Jaskier’s wellbeing.

But the mage’s bumbling but sincere apologies won a strained smile from Jaskier, and the bard had forgiven the idiot for his mishap, reassuring him that being female for a while wasn’t such a terrible burden, and that the mage really ought to go home and sleep it off. Geralt had still rather wanted to geld the man, but had gritted his teeth and silently conceded to Jaskier’s good graces.

After that, he hadn’t wasted any time lifting Jaskier onto Roach and getting them out of there. She’d sputtered a little about the manhandling, but settled quickly. She was still shaking and couldn’t walk in her oversized boots, which Geralt had slipped off her feet and stowed in a saddle bag.

Now they were camped out in a clearing, watered and fed, and Jaskier was looking much better. She was feeling better too, if her curiosity about her new body had finally taken precedence.

“What do I look like, by the way?” she asked suddenly, fingers prodding at her cheeks. “I wish we had a mirror.”

Geralt took a moment to consider the question.

“You still look like yourself. I’d be able to recognize you even if I hadn’t seen you transform. Your features are the same, only… softer. Your jaw is smaller and rounder. Your lips are bigger, not as thin as they were. Your eyes are the same.”

It wasn’t poetry, but it was descriptive enough. Jaskier seemed to think so too, for she seemed encouraged and nodded.

“That’s good. I don’t think I’d like looking completely different. I’m shorter, aren’t I? I feel shorter. Felt a little off-balance getting off of Roach and I keep misjudging distances with my arms. That’ll take some getting used to.”

Jaskier was starting to chatter again, a good sign that left Geralt feeling relieved.

“Yes. Your center of gravity is in your hips now, not your shoulders.” Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long for Jaskier to fully adjust, but it would take them some time to reach Temeria in any case. Geralt trusted that Triss would be able to reverse the spell, hopefully with the aid of some herbs that would leave Jaskier unconscious for the whole experience. Jaskier had seemed buoyed by that idea.

She was wiggling now, testing the hips Geralt had just mentioned. Though she was covered by the shapeless cloak, the movement stirred a familiar heat in Geralt, much to his surprise.

Geralt had never thought of Jaskier as a potential bed partner, and yet now the thought blindsided him without so much as a by-your-leave. He wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him before. It was true that he went in for women more often than men, but Jaskier had been attractive as a man too, even well-suited to Geralt’s personal tastes. Then again, Jaskier had been young when they met, far too young for Geralt to have considered bedding in good conscience, and once Jaskier was of a more suitable age they’d already fallen into the settled rhythms of their friendship, unspoken terms and boundaries long since established. Certain things had changed over the years, but Geralt had never revisited the implications of Jaskier’s clumsy flirting during their early days. Perhaps seeing Jaskier as a woman was simply offering him a fresh perspective on the matter.

It was something to think about.

“Sing something,” he said.

Jaskier looked surprised at the request, but began to sing the chorus to Toss a Coin. She only got through a few words before she cut off with a startled, “Oh..!” her hand going to her throat.

Geralt nodded. “Your voice is higher, if still somewhat low for a woman. You’ll need to adjust for that too.”

Frowning, Jaskier cleared her throat and tried again, an octave higher. It worked better that time, and Jaskier continued, making adjustments here and there and repeating until it sounded clear and melodious as usual.

“Well,” she said eventually, “At least I can still sing for our supper. Although I’m going to need new clothes first.”

Geralt had considered that already.

“We’ve enough coin for new shoes and a dress in the next town if we share a bed.”

It was frankly an improper suggestion under the circumstances, but he didn’t give much of a damn and neither did Jaskier, if the way she brightened and agreed to his proposed solution was any indication. They’d known each other for too long to suddenly be self-conscious of such things, no matter if one of them had just changed sexes.

Jaskier brought out her lute and practiced for a time, adjusting to her smaller hands and fingers, while Geralt tended the fire and allowed the music to lull him into a relaxed state.

At length, Jaskier stopped and shifted uncomfortably, then cleared her throat.

“I, uh. I have to relieve myself,” she announced, frowning down at her cloak-covered body.

“Oh,” Geralt replied, somewhat awkward. “Do you need help?”

Jaskier looked embarrassed about it but nodded, getting unsteadily to her feet. Geralt quickly rose to assist her.

The lack of shoes was a problem, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that Jaskier was still uncoordinated in her movements. She walked well enough in the grassy clearing without much support, but once they got to the trees she had to step gingerly on leaves and over branches so as not to cut her bare feet, wobbling a little before Geralt reached out to support her. But they made it without incident, and Geralt turned his back to give Jaskier some privacy once she was squatted beside a tree, one hand on its trunk.

For a minute, everything proceeded as normal. But then the time began to stretch on and Jaskier was suspiciously quiet. Geralt couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder when Jaskier made a soft little noise, then had to double-take when he realized what she was doing, even with her back turned.

“Jaskier,” he said severely. Jaskier jumped guiltily. “Are you fingering yourself?!”

“Sorry!” Jaskier squeaked. “Only it’s right there and this is my first good look at it, and then I got curious how things are from the other side, so to speak…”

Curious, she said. With Geralt standing three feet from her. If there was ever a thought in Geralt’s mind that Jaskier might not be interested in having Geralt in her bed, it was expelled then and there. Not if she was both bold enough and comfortable enough to do these things in his presence.

Decided, he approached Jaskier as she began to rise, abashed, and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked in surprise, wriggling in his grasp as he stalked back to camp. He ignored her shouted protests and smacked her firmly on the bottom, making her gasp and still. He could smell her sudden arousal. Though she couldn’t see it, he smirked in anticipation.

“If you’re so curious,” he purred, “allow me to help you out.”

“Oh,” she breathed, and made no further protest.

Some time later they lay together on Geralt’s bedroll, sweaty and sated in the warm night air.

“Gods above, Geralt,” Jaskier uttered huskily, catching her breath. Geralt’s lips twitched up contentedly, quite proud of himself. He’d made Jaskier come twice, after all.

“I should write an ode to your cock.”

“Don’t you dare,” Geralt growled.

Jaskier beamed at him mischievously and retorted, “I’ll only sing it to you. How about…

“Oh Geralt, he has such a cock, Built like a prize bully ox, He set me to howling, Gave me such a plowing, He launched away both of my socks!”

For all that he tried, Geralt couldn’t hold his disapproving glare and snorted with mirth. Jaskier giggled victoriously and the next thing Geralt knew, they were dissolved into helpless laughter.

“So help me, if you ever sing that in public…” But Geralt had a feeling his threat was not as effective as he would have liked, considering he was still smiling.

“No?” Jaskier giggled with false innocence. “Maybe something a bit more subtle?

“A quiet man, one might surmise, Possesses a tongue with few gifts, But that’s a conclusion so very unwise, For his talents can send me to fits--”

In a desperate attempt to save his dignity, Geralt dug his fingers into Jaskier’s sides and began to tickle her without mercy.

[twohearts-hs]

‘Alpha’ - Shawn Mendes Werewolf AU

Words: 5,062

Pairing: Alpha!Shawn Mendes & Alpha!(Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Swearing

|| Masterlist in bio || 

-

Her breath was hot and quick. The woods around her went by fast as she sped up. This was normal for her, the running, the hiding. It has been like that for years, ever since she left her pack.

The idea of being an alpha was welcoming, but controlling people and having them trust you were not. Trust was never her friend. It was something that always failed Y/N, therefore she tried to escape it every chance she got. 

British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan...those were some provinces she had travelled through. Although, each one was never a breeze...a lone wolf causing troubles for the native packs, but a lone alpha wolf causes chaos. For the past couple of years, she went in and got out as fast as possible. 

Canada was Y/N’s home. It had been since she was born, yet any pack wasn’t. Therefore she was glad when she found out that she’s an alpha... it was easy to survive...easier than an Omega.  

Trees were blurred with the natural green, the morning dew filled her nose. It was comforting, which wasn’t a feeling Y/N had often. Ontario was different than all the other provinces. Alberta was too dry and farm-filled, British Columbia had way too many packs that caused way too many wars, Manitoba was too flat, but Ontario was starting to feel right. Five years on the run, and possibly a small town could be home. 

Y/N hasn’t turned back to her human form in a while. That form didn’t produce benefits, instead only making her slower. The only thing she could remember from that form was herself at sixteen. She noticed how her wolf form changed with age, becoming fuller and curvier. But, the grey wolf was more of who she was than her human form ever could be. Y/N ’s human shape was just a stupid plus; honestly, it did nothing. 

Y/N kept running, watching the path in front of her, trying her best to ignore the rumbling in her stomach and the fatigue serving it. She just had to make it to Lake Erie, then she could rest. The little side of her (the weak side, as she called it) told her to take a rest; though, she ignored it. Y/N needed to get to the Great Lakes, as they were a safe haven; a public land. No pack was allowed to conquer or own it. It was her ticket to freedom and peace.

She felt a sudden tug and paused for a moment, a scent came upon her nose. This made her stop in her tracks, catching her breath and noticing the prominent dehydration, the fatigue, the headache, and the major dizziness. Stopping was a mistake, it allowed for her physical exhaustion to set in, as blocking it was the only thing keeping you going.

The scent became stronger. Y/N was not in a mood for another pack fight, as the scars from the last were still open. The exhaustion started drowning her, and she began seeing black dots everywhere. A low growling came behind her. ‘Shit’ is the only thing that came to her mind.

-

“She’s an alpha,” Brian said to Shawn as they watched the grey wolf laid out on the kitchen table atop several towels. 

“So,” Shawn asked raising his eyebrows, crossing his arms. Brian gave him a look.

“Shawn, she has to have a pack around here too, meaning there is a new pack in our territory.” Shawn just let his friend keep going on and on.

“No,” he shook his head and watched the female sleep.

“What?” The beta said as he looked at his friend with his arms crossed.

“Look at the wounds on her skin and the lack of nutrition. She’s by herself, dude.” Geoff walked in, seeing the grey wolf on their kitchen table.

“I was gone for one hour. What’s happening? Why do we have a wolf on the dining room table? She’s making it fucking dirty!” Shawn just looked at her, not knowing how to deal with this. 

All he knew was that the wolf was a female, she was an alpha, and she was alone. He found the circumstances odd. He wanted to take care of her and comfort her, which was also odd because he had no idea who she was. Shawn was indeed beginning to empathize her.

“An odd scent came to me, and we checked it out. Found her.” Shawn said to Geoff, stern and still staring at the wolf.

“So, what are we going to do?” 

“Wait till she wakes up, ask questions and let her be on her way.” Shawn hadn’t moved an inch. He stood in the same position he was in ten minutes ago, his arms crossed and legs keeping his body sturdy. He hadn’t looked over at Geoff or Brian. He just kept looking at her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. 

“But, she’s an alpha.”

Shawn shrugged his shoulders, “She has no pack.” He looked over to his friends, something he hadn’t done since she’d arrived.

“Therefore she could be very dangerous,” Brian put in.

“Nope,” Shawn shook his head, “go grab a glass of water for her, and grab me a damp cloth, she’s beginning to wake up.”

-

Voices. That was all that she could hear, voices, somewhat muffled and indistinguishable.  Y/N’s eyes fluttered, revealing a bright light. Then everything became clear. 

A window. There was a window in front of her. She wanted to move, but she couldn’t. She tried to get up quickly, but an arm pushed her back down. 

“You’re too weak.” A male voice told her.

‘Fuck, a pack,’ she thought. ‘No, no, no, no, no’, she tried rising again, but couldn’t, so she began growling, bearing her fangs and trying to provoke fear. And yet, the arm kept her locked in. She couldn’t see the male’s face or the others around him. In theory, she was stuck.

“We are not going to hurt you. I will let go, but you can’t move until I know you are safe. You are extremely dehydrated.” 

She wanted to keep going, but she stopped. Y/N was too weak. Her wounds were not healing, she hasn’t eaten in days, and the closest to water she’d consumed was the rainfall two days prior. 

Shawn saw her body relax under his hold. He had a feeling (a gut feeling, as one may call it) that he could trust her. So he let go. 

Y/N instantly moved up, noticing she was still in her wolf form. She looked around and noticed three males in front of her. The middle one was the alpha and the others being betas. There was an IV in her foreleg, the bag of sickly, clear liquid dangling on a metal pole beside her. 

She could tell that they wanted her to shift, but she hasn’t in years. This was who she is now. The alpha raised his eyebrows, trying his best to be dominating, but she didn’t budge. Just stayed there quietly, holding his eye contact. 

“Bathroom’s down that hallway to the right. I placed a pair of clothes in there. Change and come back. I have a lot of questions.”

Y/N internally smirked. 

Shawn huffed. This was aggravating. He had never had to deal with another alpha besides those from the neighbouring packs. She was a heck of a headache. 

Y/N waited for a few seconds. 

“Please,” he mouthed. His plea prompted her to jump down while groaning a bit from the wounds that were slowly healing and walk towards the bathroom.

Once gone, Brian started laughing. Shawn looked over and was done with the day.

“Shut up or else you’re sleeping outside,” he muttered.

“Yes, sir.” He ceased his laughing, saluting and walking away.

-

Y/N saw the sweatpants and jumper on top of the toilet. It was now or never. She was stuck. So, she did what you had to do.

Her body had changed significantly. Her breasts were larger, perkier and rounder. Her hips were a perfect ratio to her body type and her hair was very long. Y/N choked on a sob but held her head high. Lake Erie was a few hours away, she needed to fulfil her goal.

“Thanks for the fluids and hospitality, but I should be going,” she said, walking out of the bathroom and back into the main foyer. She saw the alpha standing behind the kitchen counter with both his hands on the marble. 

“No, you’re still too weak.” Shawn was surprised by his own answer. Usually, he didn’t give a flying rat’s ass about any other wolf beside those in his pack, but there was something different about her. A comforting feeling, in a way.

“You must be starving. Here’s a sandwich. Eat up and we’ll talk.” Y/N raised her eyebrow and let out a breath.

“I think you know that I won’t listen to you, and you can’t make me. So...,” she let her words linger.

Shawn picked up the hint, “Shawn.”

She nodded her head, “Shawn, I am going to go—”.

“Nope, you’re gonna stay here and eat.” He was right, she hasn’t eaten for a while and the state of her body told him so. 

“Fine, but that’s it.”

Shawn nodded and showed the barstool.

“You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“You don’t need it,” she fired back.

“Well, I should know the name of the person who is eating my food, drinking my fluids, and driving me crazy.” He made a fair point.

“Y/N.”

He mumbled back the name and looked up to her. “So, Y/N, why don’t you have a pack.”

She scoffed. ��So we’re just jumping into it, eh?” He nodded.

Y/N shook your head, “It’s none of your business,” she replied, creating a chuckle to come from his mouth. 

“But, why are you by yourself?”

She smiled, admiring that he was very caring. Odd for an alpha towards an alpha. “Because I have no pack.”

He laughed. “Right, fair, fair.” He noticed that she was a closed book, “I don’t want you to leave until you are fully rested.”

She stopped chewing and rolled her eyes. “I need to get to Lake Erie by sundown.”

Shawn leaned over. “Why?” He looked her right in the eye and she looked back.

“Because I fucking hate packs,” she whispered, he is so close.

He smirked, “You’re an alpha,” he was inches away.

“No shit Sherlock.”

He smiled, biting his lip.

“I’ll stay...but not for long. This wolf is on the run.” He pulled away and nodding.

“Plus you have really good sandwiches.” He laughed.

“How long will you stay for, Y/N?”

Y/N smirked, loving the cheekiness that was coming out of her, “Until you wake up and notice I am gone.”

He nodded in agreement, “I should introduce to the pack.”

She shook her head, “They won’t like me.” He gave you a questioning look. “I haven’t been by myself for my whole life. I ran a pack once. They don’t like when a random alpha comes in, I’m best by myself.” 

“But, you do need to find a few omegas to balance out things. So far you have betas.” He opened his mouth to argue, “I use to run a pack. I know these things”

“You can’t tell me what to do or how to run my pack.” Shawn quickly replied.

“See, twenty minutes in and this is already a mess. I’ll see you around, Shawn.” she got up from the stool, but quickly collapsed. 

Shawn was quick on his feet, grabbing her arm and pulling her back up, “You’re still too weak.”

Y/N pushed off of him and began limping away. “I can handle myself. You can’t tell me what to do. See ya.”

Shawn watched her trying her best to head to the door, “You have a bite wound. Let’s check it out.”

Y/N closed your eyes. No pack had ever offered her this kind of help before. She took a few deep breaths in and turned around, “There will be rules. One, you can’t tell me what to do. Two, don’t ask questions. Deal?”

Shawn nodded, so she limped back.

Y/N  stood in front of him and looked right at those hazel eyes. Shawn stared back and placed his hands on her hips. He gently picked her up and placed her on the counter in the kitchen. 

“I know you just want to help, so please don’t be offended by my actions.”

He nodded, “I’m going to grab some supplies, just stay here please.”

Y/N nodded and began looking around the room, seeing a redhead come walking in. 

“You’re not Shawn,” the man said.

She shook her head, “No, I’m not.”

Brian looked confused. The grey wolf wasn’t there anymore, “So? Who are you?”

“I’m the wolf,” he nodded, and slowly began turning away.

“I’m not as dangerous as you think I am.” She pipped. Brian gave a puzzled look. “I may not have a pack, but I don’t like hurting people. I will be out of your hair soon, sorry for the commotion.”

He made a disgruntled noise and walked out of the room just as Shawn entered. He carried with him a first aid box, whistling with a small grin on his face. She smiled back, liking to see someone being so happy. It has been a while since she’d witnessed happiness, but when she did witness it she remembered just how contagious the feeling could be.

“Maybe you should introduce me to the pack. The redhead beta was a little confused,” she whispered

“Oh, Brian? Yeah, he’s a special one.” He chuckled, beginning to open the box.

Y/N laughed, which brought Shawn to admire it in a way. Her laugh made him think of honey, just like her voice. He looked at her, not knowing how to approach the situation, but she got the hint, pulling the sweatpants off, and leaving her in the boxer briefs that he gave her. Shawn looked at the scrapes, cuts, and bruises on her body. One from the higher thigh was especially bad and continued up and under the briefs. He didn’t want to think about it, he didn’t want to think of Y/N being hurt. He opened the box and got to work, whistling as he went, hearing the occasional groans from her.

“I got it from a pack fight,” she told him out of the blue, as he began cleaning up the bite mark. 

“Where?”

“Saskatchewan.”

He pitied Y/N for having this open wound since Saskatchewan. For months it had been there, as evident from the dirt and debris, but he was confused with the lack of infection. 

“Turns out no one likes a wandering alpha wolf.” She was trying to crack jokes, but it just brought more pain for him.

She watched him as he worked hard on the open wound. He was pretty, she could say - and very caring. It brought pain for her to discuss her past. Remembering it was something she never enjoyed. It was not something that she wanted to reminded of; the fighting, lost, and constant pain.

“What was your pack like?” Shawn asked out of nowhere. He was in the kitchen, cleaning the rag that he used on her to clean her wounds.

“What time are we talking about? The beginning, the end?”

He gave her a puzzled look, “Tell me about the good times. Tell me what your happy was.”

She looked at him, his hazel eyes contacting with hers, “I was raised in British Columbia. I was the only female alpha. Lucky for me, my father was pack alpha, so I was automatically next in line to run when he retired. The West is very serious with other packs, treaties, property...hierarchy,” she told him, “it was too much for me. Too many people, too many lives under my wing. I like your pack so far; small, close, content. It’s comforting to see a pack run like this.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he smiled, “you’re all done. You look like one big mummy, eh? With all the bandages?” She laughed. “Though you did hit your head pretty hard, so as your nurse for the day, I think you need to stay here longer.”

Y/N gave a shy smile, considering the request. Although Lake Erie did sound really nice, there was no harm in staying with Shawn and his pack for a while, right?

“Ok, but I need to be introduced to everyone, and I need to stay as far away from drama and pack shit, or else my natural alpha self will shine.” He smiled. It was really big, and she found it beautiful.

“You won’t regret it,” he said.

Y/N jumped down off the counter, at first a little tipsy, but eventually figuring out her natural balance. Shawn walked down the hallway to the living room, her following at his side. The room contained a large sectional couch that took up most of the space. Sitting on the couch were five men in seemingly deep discussion. The discussion seized to silence when you and Shawn entered.

“So, Y/N, this is Brian, Geoff, Alex, Ben, and Tyler.”

She was received with multiple small smiles and a few greetings, though she could see some suspicion remaining in their looks.

Y/N scanned the boys and smiled, and leaned over to Shawn, “All betas.”

He looked over and raised his eyebrows. “Church and State,” he mumbled, then, louder, “Your room is upstairs.”

-

Mumbles were coming from downstairs. Y/N opened the door to the nice guest room, and stood in the doorway, straining to hear everything that the people downstairs were saying.

“She’s an alpha, Shawn,” a new voice said. She walked out and began getting closer to the staircase, staying hidden at the top.

“So?”

“Packless alphas coming and intruding on a different pack means shit’s gonna happen. They either take over a pack or bring several mysterious murders with them. Alphas need a pack. She’s dangerous.”

“No, she isn't. Y/N is not dangerous. We haven’t had a murderous Alpha in decades, not since the case of-”

“Not yet at least. Get her out, Shawn!”

It had been two days of living in Shawn’s pack. It was nice, she would say. Although, the only nice part was Shawn himself. Y/N knew the others didn’t have the same amount of love and kindness Shawn had for her. She could feel the wandering eyes and whispers. It was something she hated. Therefore, action had to be taken.

Y/N gathered herself, took the blanket that was wrapped around her body, and went down the stairs. They continued the conversation in front of her, the only person not speaking being Shawn. He watched her walk around the kitchen to grab a water.

“Love the nice comments, guys,” Y/N mumbled, placing the cup under the tap. They all stared wide-eyed, “And don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair soon. I just had to get the doctor’s words to say so.”

“Y/N, you have to understand-”

“Oh I do, Alex. I totally understand. But what you don’t understand is the fact that you’re a beta and I’m an alpha. I can make you quiver at my words, beg at my actions, and make you scared with just a look,” she told him with a growl to her words. Y/N’s eyes changed colour, and she stared him down. The rapid heartbeat was music to her ears; he was scared, “It is not nice to talk about someone so rudely, especially when that someone is more powerful than you. Or, is a guest to your alpha.”

Shawn watched the whole thing. The way she made Alex quiver simply with her words made him feel something. Anger? Or Inspiration? It was something though. She was holding something back from Shawn about who she was, and he needed to find out soon.

“She’s right, Alex. You’re in my pack, so give me the respect I deserve,” Shawn told him. Alex gave a shocked look.

“So you’re on her team, huh? Her over your pack. Great leadership skills. Just you wait. She’s gonna take over and leave you for the dead.” Alex said back.

Y/N watched the two pups fight, fangs out and extremely close to one another. Internally she was laughing.

“You better watch your words, Alex. Do you want to be packless?”

The growling began and Y/N scoffed.

“For goodness sake, you two. This is not the time to have a petty fight. I’m gonna go to bed, and tomorrow I won’t be here. Sorry to cause such a problem.”

Shawn noticed the change of demeanour with her, and instantly the fangs disappeared.

“Get rid of her, or else all of us will do it ourselves,” Ben said.

Shawn shook his head, “Do it and you’ll all be left for the dead,” he mumbled.

Y/N ran upstairs, the atmosphere becoming too much for her. Tears came down her face. She felt like she caused this; she ruined another good pack. It was all her fault. Y/N’s sobs were strong, chokes coming out every so often.

Shawn leaned against the door and he heard her. He felt it. He felt all the pain she was feeling.

“Y/N?” He began.

He heard a bang against the door, feeling the radiation of heat from her. She sat against the door, as did Shawn.

“They’re right. I need to get to Lake Erie, or else I will be endangering you all.”

Shawn shook his head, “You’ve been alone for how long? Three years? I think you’re past the dangerous part.” He told her, though she shook her head.

“Three years it took for my dad to be dangerous,” she mumbled.

Y/N stood up abruptly, and Shawn followed. The door clicked open, revealing a red-faced and mucky teared Y/N.

“Hi,” she mumbled.

Shawn walked in and closed the door. “I’m here for you, Y/N.” He sat on the bed and she followed; he grabbed her hands in his. “It is possible for two alphas to be in the same pack, but I need you to tell me everything you are comfortable with telling me because I know that there’s a lot you’re hiding. However, none of that will change how I perceive you, because I am here for you.”

She nodded, fumbling with his fingers, “I was part of North America’s biggest pack. I was raised in it and was heiress as the next Alpha. I wasn’t part of a family, though. It was like a cult, and I just wanted to escape. I wanted more in life.

“My father doesn’t believe in mates. I was in an arranged marriage planned to bring the best to the pack, so, I ran away. You asked for the good times, there were none.” She whispered the last part, “Thank you for being the most caring person I have ever met in my life.”

He looked at her broken state, “Everyone needs a time to let it all out.” He told her, twirling a piece of hair and placing it back behind her ear, cupping her cheek in that action.

“Now, tell me something about you,” she said, looking up and trying to act all brave.

He smiled and just kept playing with her hair, “Not much to my story. Grew up outside of Toronto. I run a pack.” He said and shrugged.

“Um, can you do me a favour? Don’t tell anyone about my past.”

Shawn smiled,“Of course, beautiful.” She quirked up at the nickname. He bit his lip and just watched her as she shook her head.

“Just kiss me already,” she spat out and Shawn looked a little surprised, knowing she could sense the sexual tension between them, “Yes? No? Cause your actions said one thing but now your actions are saying something else.”

All he could do was smile. Nodded his head guiding her face closer to his.

Y/N placed her lips on his, gently. Shawn kept his hand on her cheek, stroking it, while the other was placed on her hip. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kept their lips sync, creating an indistinguishable pattern.

He was the first to pull away. Heavy breaths were exchanged and silence arose as they stared into each other’s eyes. She placed her hand on his cheek, and slowly caressed it. He just played with her hair.

Y/N fell back and laid on the bed, head on the pillow. She stared at the ceiling, “Do you think we will have another pack war, like as a whole country...East against West?” Shawn turned his head to her.

“Is that your late night thoughts?” She shakes her head, and mumbled a ‘no’, “Do you?”

“People are mean. People are greedy. So give it fifty years,” he nodded his head, and fell back as well, back hitting the mattress.

“My turn, do you believe in mates?” He asked, looking at the white ceiling like her.

“Never seen it occur,” she mumbled out. Shawn bit his lip and let out a puff.

“I do. My mum and dad are, and it is the best thing that can happen between two people.” She looked at him.

“Yeah, of course.”

That was that. They talked for the late hours and stared at the ceiling. Over the course of time, their hands eventually found one another and kept talking while they held hands. It wasn’t secrets that they chatted about, it was simply opinions and things that fascinate them.

“I should go to bed,” he told her, sitting up and Y/N just shook her head quietly.

“Stay,” she said, and so he did, Shawn stayed in her room that night.

-

A week was all it took for people to pick up on things. She accustomed his smell, and vice versa. The packed realised that she lied to them; she wasn’t gone by morning, actually, she stayed for several mornings.

Y/N and Shawn decided to keep quiet, though they did share a lot of stolen kisses, and shy smiles. But, between that and the mumbles and glares from the rest of the pack, she was ok. Lake Erie was soon forgotten, as Y/N was in heaven with Shawn. Yet, it was only kissing in cuddling, nothing too sexual yet.

“Morning!” She said, with a jump in her step, as she walked passed the boys to make herself a cup of coffee. She grabbed a cup and turned around, noticing they haven’t replied anything yet. “Morning.” She said more firmly, which made the five boys turn around from the table.

“Morning!” They yell, making her chuckle, and walked from the kitchen to the dining table.

Shawn walked in quickly through the front door, trying to find where his pack is. He came into the guys chatting with Y/N, which he found quite odd.

“We have a problem,” the alpha said, making everyone change their attention to him; the whole demeanour changing, “Y/N, what pack did you really come from?”

She swallowed, and looked around the room, trying to find a way to escape. Shawn just looked at her; she had no idea what emotion he was feeling, she couldn’t read his facial expression.

The pack looked at her, making her feel extremely anxious. It was now or never, she had to spit out the name.

“There is a red paint strip on the door. This is a signalment—”

“Of war with the Strongfire clan. I know, Shawn.” He didn’t want to accept the fact that she could be from that pack.

“You’re a Strongfire?” Alex asked, anger within his words.

“I was,” she told them.

Shawn shook his head, he couldn’t accept it. But, it made so much sense. She was so quiet about everything about her, but she wants to run away. She was running away from the pack.

“Who’s your father?” Y/N got up abruptly and stared down the alpha.

“I’m sorry. But, I didn’t want any of your reactions to be this.” So, she did what she did best; she walked out.

“Y/N!” Shawn followed her out of the door of the house he calls home.

“You can’t walk away from everything. You can’t run away.” Y/N turned around, she was in front of the house now.

“It is for the good. I am sorry, Shawn, for fucking everything up,” she mumbled, the evidence of tears on her cheeks.

“You can’t walk away from me. Let alone, walk away from your mate.” He whispered only loud enough for her to hear. She was stunned, as Shawn walked down to her.

“You’re my mate, Y/N.” She stayed quiet for just a few seconds, her mind in a constant commotion of what this news means.

“Mates don’t exist. I am sorry, Shawn.” He shook his head. Mates are real, he has seen them himself; she is just too stubborn to accept it.

“What will take for me to change that?”

“Nothing. Your pack was right, it was best for me to go to Lake Erie. If I stay, we’re gonna have a pack war.” Shawn pushed his hair back in anguish, rustling his curls.

“We are already in a pack war, Y/N.”

[roseteawriting]

A Study in Blush (a Ladrien drabble)

“The akuma won’t get you tonight,” Ladybug said, sealing and latching the window behind her. She was acutely aware of Adrien’s stare burning into her from behind, and it took all of her concentration to not dissolve into a puddle of sap right that instant.

The windows of Adrien’s bedroom were like mirrors at this time of night, the brightest lights of the city dim and obscured behind the reflection of her red cheeks. Red cheeks. Oh, god, even in her reflection could she see herself blush.

“Ladybug?” said Adrien, quieter than usual, like in class, when he had to provide an answer to a math question he didn’t know the answer to.

Oh, god, he’s staring, she realized. She ran to the curtains, nearly tripping as she found her excuse for looking away. “The less you can be seen, the better,” she said, hastily, pulling the drapes over the glass. Her reddened reflection still followed her, just ahead of the curtains, no matter how quickly she tried to erase it. She was hyper-aware of the fluctuations in her voice— she sounded like a pubescent boy, didn’t she?– oh, god, what would Adrien think of her?– and then the curtains were all closed, and she realized she had no choice left but to turn and hope and face him.

His green eyes were rounder than the full moon on a clear night, his hands clasped behind his back. He was so poised, a bird on the edge of a branch, just ready to take off. He was such a model— her heart jackhammered crapcrapcrap into her chest. Why had she agreed to this? She’d never make it through the night.

This is all your fault, Chat Noir, she thought. I knew letting myself be bribed by your two espresso shots would be a disaster.

Adrien ducked his head, a warmth in his face too. Maybe it’s the lighting. “Should- should I get you something to drink?”

Ladybug rubbed the back of her neck, reaching for her superheroine poise but falling flat. “A-a drink? S-sure, I’d love a wink—” She flinched, sure the color in her cheeks now matched her suit. “I mean, a drink!” She hung her head, covering her face.

“I’ll- I’ll get you hot tea, then,” she heard him say, and she peeked out from between her gloved fingers to watch him leave. The door clicked shut, his footsteps receding, and Ladybug finally sighed, sinking into the floor. Why did she have to be such a dork? She hit herself repeatedly with the butt of her hand. 

“Ugh,” she muttered. “You’re Ladybug! Get your act together!” She sighed again, then, slowly, forced herself to start picking back up the pieces of her dignity that she let shatter on the floor. If she could be somewhat composed by the time her crush— no, the love of her life— came back, that would be nice. Even if she had to duct-tape herself back together. 

Rising from the floor, Ladybug’s heart had palpitations again when she realized for the first time that she was in Adrien’s room! Adrien Agreste’s room! She squeaked, then clapped her hands over her mouth. He didn’t hear that he didn’t hear that. She hoped.

Adrien’s room was big. Well, duh, but the vastness of it hit her just now, after her attention had shifted from AdrienAdrienAdrien. She stood at the edge of a partly painted canvas, the overwhelming white space around her an impersonal snow drift. Above her were rows and rows of bookshelves, and below that his desk, his video game consoles, his bed, all pristine and tastefully picked. A room out of a magazine would have felt more lived in. 

She paced around the looming white walls and the curtains she’d made such a show of closing. His desk had a laptop on it— closed, unfortunately— not that she had wanted to snoop, of course. She dipped in and out of his lounge area, her fingers trailing over the leather sofa and worn game controllers, tasting the details of his home life like each piece of furniture would fill her with the full picture. Of what it meant to be Adrien, to know Adrien… to be known by him.

She pressed a hand into his freshly made bed, into his creaseless comforter and tucked sheets and cloudlike mattress. 

She was lying on it now, her head on his pillow, where his head would go, her toes stretching as far as they could toward the bedposts, just inches short of where his feet would be, if he were right here. She flicked her gaze up, up at the ceiling where Adrien would stare every night. And stopped.

Stopped breathing, stopped blinking, stopped computing for a second, or a minute, or a year— she didn’t know; her sense of time had stopped, too.

Taped to his ceiling was a poster of a spotted mask, a picture-ready smile, a frozen wink, a set of black pigtails. A poster of her.

She couldn’t think at that moment, but if she could, she’d be thinking everything. The gears in her brain had stuck on a bug, the motor whirring and whirring but all in vain.

Premise one: Every night Adrien sees his ceiling.

She repeated that thought in her head, rolling it around and around until it registered. 

Premise two: On Adrien’s ceiling is a picture of me.

And— 

Conclusion: Every night Adrien sees me.

Short-circuit. Again. Again. She could feel the wires sparking and fizzling out, the electricity popping, the circuit-board smoldering. 

The footsteps were growing louder again, the clomp of shoes on stairs echoing. Ladybug sprang off of his bed, smoothing the comforter, the sheets, the pillowcase, and darting to the center of the bedroom, which was empty and blank and unassuming and an odd place to stand actually and— the door opened, tousled blond hair emerging, attached to Paris’s cutest face attached to a body and an arm and a hand and the cup of tea now being extended right to her right now.

She blinked and blinked and then realized she was meant to take it. She reached out to take it and— sizzle— her skin was touching his skin and his hands were cupped right where hers were meant to go and she looked up and their eyes met and no, it definitely wasn’t a trick of the light— he was blushing.

The room was quiet, the door closed, the curtains drawn, and two kids with identical flaming cheeks stood in the center of it all, connected and connected and connected.

Ladybug took the mug and Adrien shoved his hands in his pockets and the wintery air turned into summer. 

“Thank you!” she blurted, “For the tea, ohmygod that was so considerate of you and is this pu-erh because that’s my favorite—” The tea sloshed dangerously. She froze, sheepishly, and took a scalding sip to silence herself.

Adrien just kept staring with those round grassy eyes.

“Should we sit?” asked Ladybug, rubbing the back of her neck again. “It’s going to be a long night.”

“Oh! Yes, of course,” said Adrien, just as hastily, and gestured to the black leather seats of his lounge. They both sat, Ladybug setting her drink down, and Adrien just kept stealing glances.

“So,” said Ladybug.

“So.”

“Are- are you a fan, maybe?” she asked, smiling her picture smile. “I could autograph something, if you want, not that I think I’m great or anything, I mean—” She clamped her mouth shut. Getting herself to stop was like pulling on teeth— except, backward, sort of.

“Uh,” he said, and she prepared to take it back. He thinks I’m so full of myself oh-no-oh-no— “Actually, I’m a huge fan,” he finished, with his own picture smile. “The biggest Ladybug fan.”

“Chat Noir too? I can get him to autograph for you, too!”

“Chat Noir’s— Chat Noir’s pretty cool,” he said, grinning. He gazed at her, the embodiment of sincerity. “You’re the real hero, though.”

She frowned. “Chat Noir is my partner. We’re a team. He’s as much of a hero as I am, if not more.” An image of a smirking Chat popped into her mind’s eye and she backtracked, “Don’t tell him I said that, though! The crazy cat’s already got an ego bigger than France.”

He held up a hand. “It won’t tell him, I swear. Ca- Camper’s honor.”

“Camper’s honor? That’s a thing?”

“O-of course it is,” he said quickly, and she noticed he was blushing. 

Blushing. She slowed down, remembered the details: the staring, the poster, the stuttering, although infrequent. 

“Ohmy—” she said. Her gears turned. She knew those symptoms all too well; she’d seen them all over herself, with anything that had to do with him. No. Could he? He couldn’t. But— could he?

She stared at him, and he grew redder, his irises brighter. There was one way she could know for certain. 

But she couldn’t. 

And oh, how she could. She was Ladybug— she had the confidence, the security, the secret identity— she could do it, and if it went wrong it wouldn’t affect anything.

If it went wrong.

Or. Or… She studied his eyes, his cheeks, the tightness of his posture, the way he was sitting so close but so far away, his focused inhalations and exhalations, his lips and how they quivered and how he mirrored her right now, his hands folded just the same way, his gaze on just the same place…

She mustered every bit of daring Ladybug she had in her and lunged, her hands on his face and her knee by his hips and his head against the cushions and her body on his, skin to super suit to T-shirt to skin, and the steam of the tea swirling and his bright grassy moon eyes disappearing as she closed her own, and his lips.

His lips, warm and soft and opening for her, his lips that tasted faintly of coffee beans, his lips on hers.

He was Adrien and she was Ladybug and she was kissing him and he was kissing her back.

A/N: Please let me know what you think!! I don't write drabble like this often so feedback is appreciated :) Also if you want more, remember that this is only the beginning of the night ;) I might write the rest of it if it's in demand :) THANKS FOR READING <3