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seospicybin · 2 years

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SWEET & SOUR.

Hyunjin x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Sour fruits? No worries, Hyunjin knows how to make it sweeter. (3,6k words)

Author's note: This fic is a revised of my old work Sweet & Sour. I added 2k more words and a whole lot kinky in it.

“I think I got full just from tasting everything!” Hyunjin said as he plopped down onto the couch the second he got into your place.

He was fanning his neck, his cheeks redden from the summer heat, and his hair tied in a messy bun, yet you find him extremely hot sitting with his long legs spreading out and leaning back with his head tilted upward.

The couch looked so inviting right now, the AC blasted cool air into the room, making it even harder to resist, especially with the extremely good-looking man sitting on it, but you were too excited to unpack the things you bought from the farmers market.

You placed the grocery bags on the kitchen island with loud thuds, you bought a lot of fresh fruits, the sight of their colors inexplicably enticing and pleasing you.

You planned on washing them all off before you put them in containers and store them in the fridge.

Pulling out the first bag was a bag of pears that Hyunjin carefully picked himself with intense observation and a lot of sniffing.

“You want some pears?” You asked.

“I can peel it for you.” You offered, tearing the plastic bag apart, then putting the pears in a big bowl and placing it under the running water.

Hyunjin got up from the couch, fixing his hair as he walked toward you,

“It’s okay. I’ll do it myself.” He said, opening the drawer to get a knife.

You handed him one of the washed pears once he was done washing his hands. He started to peel it from the top part of the fruit and going in a circular motion, then around it.

You couldn’t deny that he got quite the skill on using a knife, ultimately when it comes to peeling fruits, in which you found it inexplicably endearing, rather hot even. From the way, his long fingers gripped the fruit to the way his eyebrows furrowed in extra focus as if he performed a surgery rather than peeling a fruit.

You stopped letting your mind wander too far off, you quickly took another bag of fruits, and the strawberries were enticing, with dotted red skin, plump and bigger than the ones you usually bought at the supermarket.

You carefully dumped them into a glass bowl, filled them with water, washed and rinsed them, poured the dirty water out, and did the process once again to make sure it was clean. You did the same with a bowl of cherries.

“They are so big!” Hyunjin gasped next to you, almost done peeling the pear.

“You want to try one?” You offered, taking one strawberry from the bowl.

He nodded, putting down the pear and the knife, standing close to you, then opened his mouth to let you feed it to him.

You put the strawberry at the entrance of his mouth, it was rather too big for his mouth, you were about to ask him if he wanted you to cut it in half first, but Hyunjin had already bitten half of it.

He started chewing on it, then winced.

“It’s a bit sour!” He grumbled with his nose scrunched.

“Really?” You shoved the remaining piece of strawberry into your mouth. It was indeed a bit sour but not the kind that you couldn’t handle.

Hyunjin suddenly struck with an idea, “I think I know how we can make this taste even sweeter,” he said with eyes staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face.

Your eyes widened in curiosity, “How?”

“We do it like this,” his hand reached the back of your neck, slowly bringing your face close to him, then he pressed his lips on you.

He softly sucked your lips from one corner to another, and you could taste the faint flavor of strawberry on his mouth, just exactly how you would describe the taste of his plush, red lips.

You parted your mouth open, letting him taste you more and more as you tasted his. The sourness was long forgotten, all you could taste were his lips and the never-ending softness of his lips on you. The kiss was tender and sweet, you’d be lying if it didn’t make you feel the slightest bit of lightheaded, you were scared that you’d be addicted to it, or maybe you already were.

He pulled away slowly, letting out the most beautiful sigh you ever heard.

“Taste good, right?” He asked as he looked down at you.

You licked your lower lip, taking in whatever taste of his lips left on yours, then sheepishly nodded at him.

Hyunjin seemed satisfied with your reaction. He then turned his attention back to his pear.

You pulled another plastic bag of cherries, it surprised you how you could still function after what happened a few minutes ago, how it played like a spur of the moment thing, deep down, you know well enough the effect would linger on.

As your mind was busy trying to wrap your head around the fact that you just had a quick hot make-out with Hyunjin, you accidentally pulled another bag of baby carrots, an idea flashed to your mind.

You turned around to face him, “How about this?”

He turned and found you with a baby carrot between your teeth, “What are you doing?”

“Who knows it will taste better…” you talked and trying not to lose the grip of the baby carrot.

He grimaced, almost disgusted at the sight of his least favorite vegetable.

You approached him, still with the carrot between your teeth.

He puts his hands on your elbow, maintaining a space between you and him, tried to stop you from coming near him.

“Baby, don’t cross the line!” He warned you.

“Why? Let’s just try!” you were closing in on him, almost losing the carrot as you giggled your way to him.

“Baby, no!!!” He screeched, slightly panicked.

As much as you were having so much fun riled him up, you didn’t want to drive him further up the wall. You relented, broke down laughing, then threw the baby carrot into the sink.

Hyunjin glared at you, his lower lip jutting out, making the cutest pout you had ever seen on him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” you said, biting your lip to suppress you from bursting into another series of laughter.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” He warned you, eyes shot you death stares.

You grabbed the sleeve of his shirt to pull him close to you, “Okay, I’m sorry.” You apologized once again.

“You’re in so much trouble for that!” He nagged but didn’t resist when you tried to pull him into a hug.

You put both of your hands around his neck, leaning in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

Jerking his head back, he asked, “What are you doing?”

You were taken aback but also afraid you might read the signal wrong and that he was still mad at you.

“I’m not going to kiss you with your mouth tasting like a carrot.” He grumbled.

“Oh!” You exclaimed.

Hyunjin dragged the bowl filled with strawberries, “Here, have a strawberry!”

You shook your head, “No, I want cherries, please!”

His long arm reached for the bowl of cherries, then dragged it close with his fingers and took one by its stem. You opened your mouth and tilted your head slightly upward as Hyunjin lowered the cherry into your mouth, and caught it between your teeth with the stem sticking out of your mouth.

One thing that you like the most about Hyunjin is that he’s very intuitive to your needs. That includes when you needed his touch the most.

Hyunjin caught the end of the stem with his teeth and pulled it off of the cherry, spat it out somewhere onto the floor.

You bit the cherry and popped it, feeling the burst of sweetness inside your mouth.

“Oh, the cherry tastes so good!” You exclaimed between your chews.

Hyunjin licked his lower lip, “oh yeah, I bet!”

He smirked before leaning in and placing his lips on you, prying your mouth open with his tongue. His hot, slick tongue slipped it in and out of your mouth, tasting the fruit juice in kitten licks.

“Keep it open for me, baby!” he hummed into you, hand firmly gripping the back of your head, keeping you still at his mercy.

You obeyed, keeping your head tipped back with your mouth open as he kissed you deeper, your saliva and his mixed inside your mouth, pooling out of the corner of your mouth.

His hands pressing the side of your body, his hips bucking in on you while your hands were on his hair, filling the spaces between your fingers with the soft strands of his hair, you knew how much he likes it when you do that.

He drew back, sparing an inch away from your mouth.

“Swallow it all for me,” he ordered, his voice hoarse and sultry.

You closed your mouth and slowly swallowed everything in one big gulp.

He moaned as he intensely watched you obeyed his words without questions. He’s not big on dominating, but that doesn’t mean he does not enjoy seeing you obeyed him like a well-behaved girl.

He placed slobbering kisses along your lips, “so sweet, so beautiful!” he praised you, gave you another peck on the lips, then pulled back completely, half panting and catching his breath at once.

Resting your forehead against his chin, you didn’t bother wiping the wet trails of his kisses on your lips. You wanted to keep the taste of him on you.

Hyunjin removed his hand from your side, softly rubbing the side of your face.

Like a needy girl you were, you tipped your head to the side, so your cheek rested on his palm. Hyunjin buried his head onto your exposed neck, you could feel his smile on your skin as he ran his lips along the delicate skin of your neck and up to that soft spot behind your ear.

“Now, I wonder if it tastes sweet right here too.” He whispered, lips gently grazing your lobe as chills ran down your spine.

You squirmed against his body, gripping the end of the counter like it was a lifeline.

"Hyunjin..." you called him out, sultry and full of neediness.

He placed his hands on each side of your waist and in one swift move, lifted you, then sat you on the kitchen counter.

You couldn't escape his intense gazes when you were on the same eye level with him, feeling so caught in the game you started yourself.

Hyunjin's hand reached for another strawberry from the bowl, bit it, and you watched as he chewed on it while his eyes stared straight at you.

He slightly tilted his head, chin jutted at you, and his eyes sharply condescendingly looking into you.

And you felt challenged to look him back in the eyes.

He took the half-bitten strawberry and glided it over your lips, wetting it with the juice.

Hyunjin didn't waste time putting his lips on yours to taste them, gently licked the juice by swiping his tongue over your lips, then teasingly, bit your lower lip before letting it go.

You lowly gasped, a hand flew to the front of his t-shirt and fisted it in your hand.

Instead of pushing him, you pulled him closer, wanting more of that intoxicating kisses.

He kindly did, kissing you so hard, all teeth and tongue clashing in your mouth.

He ran his hands down your side and moved them to your chest to feel your breasts through the clothes. An idea flashed through his mind, he broke the kiss and tugged the hem of your blouse.

You shot him a puzzled look, but he answered it with a sly grin, pulled your blouse off, then tossed the piece of clothing away.

Hyunjin went to kiss your neck right away, and your eyes kept closing to feel his tongue faintly licking the thin skin, latched his mouth on it to make a mark.

All the while, one of his hands made its way to unclasp your bra, and once it opened, he roughly took it off of you.

You covered your chest with your hands, suddenly aware of how exposed you were, sitting on the kitchen counter half-naked.

He glared at you.

And you glared back at him.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I want to taste if they're just as sweet," he seductively said.

"It's only fair if you take it off too," you whispered back.

He withdrew himself, a lopsided grin played on his face, and a hand reached for the back collar of his t-shirt, seamlessly taking it off in one move.

"It's fair, now," he put his hands on each side of you on the counter and leaned forward, his face only inches away from you.

You slowly put your hands down and put them on his chest, then trailed the outline of his abs, smooth and firm under your touch.

You leaned in to softly placed a light kiss on his neck and saw his eyes fluttering shut when you did that, gave you an idea to place a trail of light kisses down the column of his throat, then giggled when you caught a low moan escaping his mouth.

"You like that, baby?" You asked him.

He took a deep breath, "you drive me crazy,"

He crashed his lips with yours again and pulled you closer leaving no gap between you, your breasts squashed between your chests.

He kissed you so deep, forcing you to lean back on the counter, propped your hands behind you while you kept trying to keep up with his haste kisses.

But he dragged his mouth down your neck and chest, softly humming on your skin as he put a hand on your breast.

You like his hands so much, even better, his hands on you. His hand perfectly cupped your breast, his slender fingers played with the hardening bud, fingertips lightly circling it, making you squirm.

Hyunjin stood before you again, taking one more strawberry out of the bowl and feeding it to you.

"Take a bite!" He ordered.

You complied, taking a small bite of it and a drop of its juice dripping down your sternum, he voluntarily licking it clean for you.

Hyunjin put the half-eaten strawberry on your nipple and smeared the juice on it, and your goosebumps raised the whole time you were watching it because you already knew what would he do next.

He licked his plush, red lips, then put them on your glistening wet nipple.

Your mouth parted open, watching him collect the strawberry juice with his slick tongue, then took your breast into his mouth, softly sucking and nibbling on it.

"So sweet, baby, so so sweet," he murmured.

Once he had done, he ate the rest of the strawberry and took your other nipple, doing the same deed but this time, he tugged your nipple between his teeth with his tongue lightly tapping on it, making you continuously moan.

Hyunjin got so aroused looking at you completely enjoying it with your head tilted up, moaning his name out of pleasure.

He didn't need to look down to know that his cock got so hard that his jeans tightened around the crotch.

He lifted both of your knees, "keep these up," he told you.

You obeyed without questions, especially looking at how his eyes darted to your clothed cunt.

His hand flung to it, gently rubbed on it, and he could feel it damp with your arousal.

"I don't have to taste it to know it's sweet," he told you.

You stifled a nod, listening to his quick breathing with every stroke of his hand on your heating core.

"But you can always have a taste if you want," your voice low and sultry.

He smiled at you despite the tension thickening in the room.

"Maybe I should get a taste," he put your underwear to the side and exposed your drenched core to him.

His eyes widened, tempted, enticed yet his hand reached out for another strawberry in the bowl and took one.

What he did next was beyond your wildest fantasy, he ran the strawberry down your slit to smear your essence on it. He purposely circled your clit with it while watching your reactions.

Without any hesitancy, he shoved the strawberry into your mouth and licked his fingers after.

That was the most bizarre thing a guy ever did to you but at the same time, arousing you on a whole new level.

"So..." he dragged his word, "sweet," he enunciated the word so slowly to emphasize how much he enjoyed it.

He collected the juice leaking out of the corner of his mouth, then shoved it back into his mouth.

He leaned forward again, grazing the tip of his nose on your cheek, "Now that I got the taste of it, I want the whole of it," he said to you.

You spread your legs for him, "What's stopping you?"

And he triumphantly smiled.

You helped him work open his jeans, unzipped his fly in excitement, and he pulled it enough to let his cock out of its confine.

His cock was tumescent, red like all the blood rushed to it, erected with so much desire.

Even his long slender fingers couldn't contain his hard-on anymore, he wanted you so bad, and it shows.

You touched the tip of his cock with a bead of pearly white of his precum leaking out of it, you smeared it all over his length with your thumb, and once you finished, licked your thumb clean.

"You know how to make me want more," he cooed.

You smiled at his compliment, faintly biting your lower lip in anticipation as he teased your entrance with his cock.

You kept your legs by holding them up with your hands, looking down at how he ran his cock up and down, around your cunt until he couldn't take it anymore, finally pushing his length in so slowly.

So slowly to feel every inch of your velvety walls welcoming him, engulfing his length in unadulterated pleasure that he couldn't get anywhere, with anyone else but you.

He stopped midway, withdrew just enough, then pushed inside again until he fully bottomed out inside you, making you both letting out satisfied groans.

He put your legs around his waist and drew you closer, leaving no gap between your bodies.

He kept groaning into your ear, whispering praises as he began moving, thrusting into you.

"I got the ripest, juiciest strawberry here," he teased you, his words dancing around in your head as if he wasn't fucking you dumb at that moment.

One hand gripped your thigh so hard you were sure his nails would leave crescent marks while the other, resting on the arch of your back to keep you close to him, making sure you took each of his hard thrusts well.

You put your hands around his neck as he quickened the pace, holding on to him as you struggled to keep up with him with moans spilling out of your mouth.

"Baby, you feel so good," he softly spoke, in contrast to the rough, restless pounding he was doing to you.

You couldn't form a coherent sentence to answer him, you kissed him instead, slobbering wet kisses on his mouth as you broke into a sob, climaxing right at that moment.

Your body shook against him, yet it didn't stop him from keep going, fucking you hard and keeping you steady on the counter, eyes switching between watching your face and his cock slipping in and out of you.

It was your turn to rile him up, leaning back on the counter to touch yourself, pinching your nipples, kneading on your breasts, and calling out his names out of lust.

"You're going to cum inside me, right, baby?" You asked him, batting your eyelash at him.

His eyes screwed shut, and he used the remaining strength inside him to thrust you even harder sending you jolted on the counter, you cried out in pleasure.

He stifled a few hard thrusts to finally cum inside you, keeping it inside to fill you with his cum with a hand rubbing your thigh.

He pulled out when he deemed he had milked every drop of his cum inside you. His eyes lingered on your cunt, and a few seconds later, his milky white cum leaked out of you.

The view always satisfied him in an inexplicably way.

"I want to taste you too," you said out of the blue.

Hyunjin watched as you took a strawberry from the bowl and dabbed it with his cum, without hesitation shoved it whole into your mouth.

Hyunjin believed his cock just twitched by the lewd scene that he, himself, never dared to dream of.

He muttered curses under his breath, eyes couldn't look away at how you chewed on the fruit mixed with his cum.

He pulled you by your neck, kissing you, prying open your mouth with his tongue to taste you, the strawberry, his cum, your cum, and everything in between.

Everything mixed into one wild concoction like no other.

It was sweet through and through.

He let go, lips lingering on yours with a string of saliva connected in between, "baby,"

"Yes,"

"Baby," he breathlessly called you again.

You cupped his face, "yes, baby?"

"You taste so sweet. I think once is not enough," he said.

You softly laughed and looked at him through your lashes, “What's stopping you?"

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ssahopelessly · 2 years

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Fragile State - Part 1

Synopsis: It’s supposed to be any other weekday morning for Arabella and you. How were you to know he would show up? How were you to know that after all these years he would once again be back in your life?

A/N: Those 500 words from the teaser will be found in here, slightly altered. I hope you guys enjoy this series in someway. If you think you know where it’s going, congratulations!

Warnings: errands, single parent reader, Spencer being an old friend with no contact for many years, neighborhood investigation, child falling off swingset, first aid talk

Word Count: 1.8k

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I had never expected my life to turn into this. I had never expected that over a five year time span, I would move from one side of the country to the other, let alone that I would be married in that span. I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me I would be married, have a daughter, and then lose my husband, all within those five years. Maybe I should have anticipated it. But how would you even conceive that happening?

It was like any other Wednesday morning. I had woken up to Oxford, our family golden retriever, running onto my bed, whining at my ear to wake up. I did, shuffling to the back doors that lead onto the patio, that would then allow Oxford access to our backyard so he could use the bathroom. While he did so, I made my way back inside to make a cup of coffee, where Oxford would soon join me, sitting at my feet hoping I would feed him something from the counter. “No.” I simply spoke to him, looking at him at one point to see that he was naturally giving me the pleading, puppy dog eyes. Within a few moments, Arabella was soon entering the kitchen rubbing at her eyes as she gravitated to my side. “Good morning sleepy girl.”

“Good morning.” She greeted me, her eyes closed once she was steady by my side. “What are you cooking?”

“Some waffles. Are you hungry for waffles?”

“With strawberries?”

“Of course with strawberries!” She giggled, still hugging onto my side. “Can you get the utensils out for us? And I’ll bring you your plate in just a moment.” Nodding, she moved to the part of the counter where she could reach into the utensil drawer. What may have been a mundane morning for some, I learned to treasure the simple moments. I would only have so many mornings with her like this before she would be busy with school and I would have to return to my career. But I wished I would never have to. I wanted my mornings with Arabella and Oxford. Our simple life, quiet and nearly predictable in our small suburb just outside of D.C.

Our morning continued on like normal though. We had our breakfast and after she helped me load the dishwasher before running off to pick out her outfit for the day. Today’s errand list was small, only a few stops along the way. I wanted to go grab a small amount of groceries, go to one of the stores near the mall for maybe some last minute Christmas gifts, and then wander into the bookstore. Arabella always had a book she wanted to read, and encouraging this habit only helped her in the long run. I just hoped this time maybe she would be okay if I also bought her an activity book, to get her mind ready to work through school work on her own.

Just as I was nearly ready to go, there was a knock on the door. Taking a look through the peephole though, I nearly froze in place at the person just on the other side. I knew better than to open the door for strangers, but I had to make sure. ”Can I help you?” My breath caught in my throat once his eyes looked into mine. They were the same as they always had been, but there was a dullness to the spark that used to illuminate them. For a moment, we just stared at the other, processing what was happening.

“Uh hi- I’m…” I could see him debate how he wanted to proceed, his hand already reaching into his pocket for his credentials. “Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit. We had a call about one of your neighbors and I’m just going around collecting statements.”

“Dr. Reid.” His breath caught in his throat again as I clutched the doorknob on the side he couldn’t see.

“(Y/N).” Hearing my name from his lips made my heart kick back into action, if not to start a tingle at the back of my head.

“Mommy!” Arabella was soon running up behind me, hiding behind my frame as she pulled on my coat, slightly aware of the guest on our doorstep.

“Sweetie.” I ran a hand over head, careful not to catch my ring in her hair. “Come in.” I stepped aside so Spencer could enter and we could have this conversation in private.

“Arabella, can you go play outside? I’ll be out in just a minute.” She nodded her head of brunette waves, leaving us at the front door as she turned on her heels, the pink skirt of her dress flaring out at the time of her turn.

“Come on Oxford!” Arabella called, the two running through the back patio doors to play on the playground. I watched as she started by throwing one of Oxford’s toys across the yard, his yellow fur blowing in the wind as he took off for it, immediately returning to Arabella. It was the first thing her father had taught her when playing with Oxford, and remained one of my favourite sights to see.

“How have you been?” Spencer finally cut through the silence. I could tell he was nervous, not just from the way he was massaging his hands, but the way his voice was already faltering and the way he was pressing his lips. I hated that after all this time, I still knew how to read him.

“Spencer…“ I had started but couldn’t find the words I was looking for. I wanted to yell, to tell him to leave. But I also wanted to confide in him. Tell him all about the last five years in hopes that I could find room for him in my life again.

“Why- when did you leave? I went back to Vegas but you had moved away and no one knew where-” A flood of memories came surfacing back from all those years ago. It had felt like nearly a lifetime away and maybe that’s what I had wanted, what I had needed.

“Stop.” I didn’t notice the tears brimming in my eyes until I heard my voice and saw how his eyes on me had changed, his stare softening into mine. I returned my vision to Arabella, who was climbing up the playset in the backyard, Oxford laying at the foot of the slide.

“I missed you (Y/N). No one even knew you got married, had a daughter.”

“I’m not married.” I let one tear slip for the truth he needed to know.

“What?”

“I’m not married, not anymore.” I started pulling at my ring finger, missing the once gold band that used to sit there.

“What happened?” I didn't answer him. Looking back over to Arabella, she was softly swinging on the swings now, Oxford still laying on the grass in front of her, watching as she swung back and forth, legs in and out, changing with each direction.

“Spencer, not now.” As soon as I looked back to him and my mind searched for a better answer to give him, I immediately heard a thud followed by the sounds of her cries through the glass. My heart dropped into my stomach. Looking over, she was laying on the grass near the swings, and I never threw myself into a sprint and around the furniture faster than I did in that moment. Breaking through the patio doors, Oxford ran up to me, following in my steps as we all ran to Arabella. Kneeling beside her, my mind instantly started trying to search for signs of what was the source of her cries.

“Arabella, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“My arm!” She wailed out, holding it close to her chest as I noticed how red it was compared to normal.

“Did you fall?”

“Yeah!” She continued crying, her bottom lip jutting out as she tried to breath through her tears.

“Let me drive you guys to the hospital.” Spencer whispered beside me, bending down to my ear.

“Not now Spencer.” I bit out, trying to focus on my daughter.

“She’s going to need you to keep her calm during the ride, (Y/N). Let me do this.”

“Fine.” He moved to kneel on the other side of her.

“Do you have anything to stabilise her arm?”

“What?”

“We need to put her arm into an improvised sling, unless you have one laying around your house.” My eyes staying focused on her face, her eyes pink from the tears she had let out but her eyes on me, I mentally tried to envision anything in the house that may help. “Like a cloth belt, at least two inches thick, do you have-“

“I have the belt from one of my robes. Would that work?” He nodded, the hair hanging over his forehead bouncing with the movement.

“Where in your house is it?”

“Spencer-“

“You want to stay with her. I can go get the belt.” Letting Spencer Reid into my house to search for a cloth belt was not on my list of things to do today, but after a certain point I had to accept for today, nothing was going to go my way.

“When you go back in through the patio doors, go through the dining room room and then kitchen. My room is around the corner from that. The robe is navy blue and should be hanging on the back of my door.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Spencer took off and in his absense I found Arabella’s hand that wasn’t attached to her injured arm.

“Arabella how are you baby?”

“It really hurts Momma.”

“I know, but you’re being so brave for me. Just hang on, we’re going to wrap your arm and then get you to the hospital okay?” She nodded her, her tears starting to run dry. I ran a finger against one of the last trails, trying to dry them for her, giving her hand a squeeze. Spencer soon ran back out to us, the piece of navy blue cloth in his hand. He was kneeling across from me, Arabella between us, his hands moving fast to secure it around her neck and then the injured arm, helping Arabella to carefully sit up.

“Arabella? Can you walk for us?” He asked her, a hand on her back as he helped her sit up.

“I think so.” Both of us getting to our feet, we helped her stand up from the dirt, Spencer also taking mind to knock some of the dirt from her skirt.

“Okay, I am going to go get the car started up.”

“Okay. We’ll be out in just a minute. I need to get my purse and the insurance cards.” He nodded, dusting his hands off on his pants before the three of us left the backyard, Oxford following close behind.

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jingerhead · 2 years

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CONGRATS JINGER ILYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Fun prompt: andreil ice cream date! Do with that what you will :)

LEV I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer!!! Ily so much, you're just the sweetest and so supportive and I love seeing you around hehe. This prompt is just PERFECTION, I love the idea of them going on ice cream dates! I hope you enjoy this tiny drabble I wrote for them hehe ~

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Contrary to popular belief, Neil really likes ice cream. What he doesn’t like is piling different flavors high with toppings, until the taste is nothing but a muddled mess of sugar. Neil enjoyed a scoop or two of certain flavors, usually in a bowl rather than a cone, or an occasional milkshake if he was feeling it.

That’s why ice cream dates happen often. Sometimes, he and Andrew would just head to a grocery store to pick out a quart for the night, and others they’d find some shop to buy something at. As their lives got busier with more challenging classes to juggle, mountains of homework and games to prepare for, some of the only dates they had the energy for were the ice cream ones.

After this week, they really needed a break. Midterms were tough enough on their own, but adding time for exy practice on top of that made everything ten times more stressful. Everyone was already on edge, which meant that the freshmen were more hostile than usual, which only made everyone else pissed off as well. Neil’s brain was drowning in all the equations he had to memorize and the drills they hadn’t gotten to at practice that day, so when Andrew raised the keys to the Maserati in question, he was all too happy to follow.

The Maserati smelled faintly of smoke and leather as they drove aimlessly, away from Palmetto. Neil closed his eyes and leaned back in the passenger’s seat, listening to whatever song Andrew let play on the radio. Slowly, everything else in the world faded until it was just the two of them, and Neil felt content for the first time in weeks.

Andrew stopped the car outside of a familiar gas station, leading the way towards the freezers in the back. Neil kept his hands in his pockets as he watched Andrew pick out a quart of something vanilla with swirls. He decided to go with strawberry - something that Andrew made a not-face at before they paid and left, heading down another familiar road.

The spot they hung at was at the end of a dead-end road that Neil thought was probably once a make-out spot. It was right next to an old bridge and had a nice view of a small lake and forest area, but secluded enough that people on the main road wouldn’t spot the car. He and Andrew stayed in their seats with nothing but the headlights on, slowly eating their ice cream in silence, only breaking it when they resumed discussing their plans for surviving an apocalyptic world. So far, they had decided they’d live on a secluded farm and that Neil would hunt anything they’d need in a nearby forest.

“What about animals?” Neil asked.

“A barn full of mutated cows,” Andrew said.

Neil couldn’t stop the small chuckle he let out, almost choking on his bite of ice cream in the process. “Why mutated?”

“Nuclear fallout.”

“Uh-huh. Maybe we can find a cow that makes chocolate milk.”

“Mm,” Andrew hummed, sucking on his spoon.

Looking away to stir his slowly melting ice cream, Neil continued, “What about a water source? We should settle near a river of some kind - “

He cut himself off when he looked up and saw Andrew holding out his spoon, a generous scoop of ice cream held on it. Neil blinked at the offer, knowing that Andrew was holding it out for him to take, but a different idea came to mind. Leaning in, Neil opened his mouth and let Andrew feed him the ice cream on the held out spoon, closing his eyes and drawing back quickly. He could taste both vanilla and chocolate.

When Neil opened his eyes again, he saw Andrew staring at him with a hard look, eyebrows pulled gently into a frown ears tipped red. “Indirect kiss,” Neil whispered through a smug smirk, watching closely as the redness spread.

“Careful, or you’ll reach two hundred,” Andrew warned, leaning closer.

“What happens when I reach it?” Neil asked.

“I might actually kill you.”

Neil hummed in amusement. He could taste the vanilla and chocolate on Andrew’s mouth.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #andreil #andreil fanfic #andriel #andriel fanfic #jinger's works #jinger answers

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cherrypeaking · 11 months

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good morning my cherry bun~ 🥺🩵 i hope you slept well~

sooo funny thing happened with my personal trainer. you know how i said i could’ve sworn we were scheduled for 10:30 session on thursday? we were actually scheduled for 3:30 and i had no idea until she emailed me about it at 3:15….. a 3:30 appointment and i was several hours early lol 😭😭 i asked if she was willing to go through with our 3:30 session but she said she’d rather have a fresh start on monday, so we’re doing just that :> can’t wait to get back into the swing of things!!

i went to the grocery store with my mom to pick up stuff for pancake day tomorrow! :3 i bought some honey (for me since i loove honey on my pancakes) and i wanted to get strawberries but i guess they’re out of season now :( i’m thinking about using agave syrup on my pancakes since i have a lot left over from when i had girlfriend toast (that’s what i’m calling toast made the way you have it in the morning~ 🥺) oh and i found fudge covered oreos at the store today i can’t wait to try them!! (whenever i buy snacks for myself my dad looks at me in disgust like i’m gonna eat everything i bought in one sitting -_-)

we were able to find some beef bacon at the store and my dad was so jazzed about it that he decided we should have……. baked potatoes… with bacon bits for dinner 😐 yeah so needless to say i’m making my own dinner! it’s chicken salad since i’m craving something cold and summery :D

you know what else i’m craving? you. 🥺🥺 i’m craving your embrace and your voice and your hand so i can hold it among… other things 🤭 your voice warms me to my core i keep thinking about how hypnotizing your eyes are and how insanely beautiful you are… my sweet cherry princess 🥺 i’m so in love with you…

i was looking for tyunning photos to use for today’s moodboard and omfg.. please look at this pic bc i cannot stop laughing 😭😭

MY STOMACH HURTS WHY DOES KAI LOOK 10 FEET TALL TAEHYUN LOOKS LIIE HE’S 3 FEET TALL HERE HELPSKSJJS

i love you cherry bear 🥺🥺🩵 have a good day today~ <3

good morning my sweet crystal 🥺🥺🩷 i slept well thanks to you~ i’m at work at the moment so i’m taking the time to answer your ask 🥺🩷

waaaaah i’m so relieved you didn’t miss your appointment on accident that’s great :’) hehehe i’m glad you’ll be having a fresh start with her on monday then 🥺🩷 my mommy is gonna get so strong 🥹🩷🩷 i’d love to know what you work on when you meet her again~ she’s so lucky she gets to see my girlfriend working out ;////; 🩷🩷

girlfriend toast ;////; omg that made me smile so widely mommy 🥹🥹🩷🩷 aaaah i love you so much mommy ;////; 🩷🩷 agave syrup and honey on pancakes sounds so great!! i didn’t expect strawberries to be out of season so fast ;_; i thought they’d last all summer like all berries 🥺 i can’t wait to see your pancakes mommy!! 🥺🥺🩷

waaah hehe you told me a little about your dinner being weird and i have to say during summer having bacon and baked potatoes seems so heavy ;3; i’m glad you made chicken salad~ it’s okay if it’s not perfect because to me everything you make is perfect 🥹🥹🩷

my love 🥺🥺🥹😭🩷🩷 i’m always thinking about you too~ i’m craving you hehehe what you say makes me so happy and i’m also at a loss for words 😖🩷🩷 i can’t get you out of my head my sweet queen~ i love you so much 🥺 i’m in love with you too 👉👈🩷 everything about you is so beautiful 🥺🥹🩷🩷 i want you to always feel like the most beautiful person in the world because that’s who you are to me 🥺🥺🩷

OMGGSHDJSJFJD PLEASE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE REALLY HITS THERE 😭😭 the moodboard is so you and so us my love 🥹🥹 i love it~

i’ll be having a good day thanks to you always, my adorable girlfriend 🥹🩷😚 thank you so much 🥺🥺 i hope you sleep well yourself as you’ll probably be heading to sleep 🥺 i’m gonna miss you lots, but i also want my girlfriend to be fully rested and healthy >3< 🩷🩷 i’ll be seeing you soon!!~ 🥺🩷 i love you crystal 💎🩷🩵🥺

#crystal gem 💎#my love ;; what have i done to be with you today 🥺🥺🩷#you’re so so good really… the best ever 🥺🥺#i hope i get to be the best for you too… because you’re always so good to me 🥺🥺😚🩷#mommy my crystal mommy girlfriend~ 🥺🩵🩷💎#i want to kiss you so bad 🥺🥺😭🩷🩷#i love you so much 🥹🥹🩷😚

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resiotcage · 9 months

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Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jun 16, 2023.

Recipient: @BrunaNeptune (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam strawberry picking date

They each had little baskets, and Khun was very strategically picking his strawberries. They had to be just ripe enough to not spoil quickly, a good enough size to be eaten in one bite so there’s no mess, and free of any holes that might have bugs hidden in them. He shuddered at the mere thought as he placed a perfect strawberry in his basket.

“Hey, Bam?” He looked around but he was no where in sight—he nearly screamed when Bam came up behind him, holding something out with both hands.

“Khun-sii, look! It’s so big!” Khun gawked at the strawberry that looked just a bit smaller than his fist. An absolute unit, one might say.

“That’s ridiculously big. I don’t know how you can bite into that.”

Bam’s eyes went wide. “Why do you want to eat it? It’s meant to be treasured!”

Khun chuckled as he pat Bam’s head. He loved this fool so much.

“At the end of the day, it’s a strawberry, Bam. You either eat it or it goes bad.”

Bam frowned. “Is there no way to save it? Oh, what if I freeze it!?”

Khun shook his head. “No way. I’m not keeping that thing in the freezer to take up space for years.”

Bam sighed and placed it in his basket. He had a collection of very oddly shaped strawberries. “Okay… I’ll eat it.”

Khun set his basket down and pulled Bam into a hug. Bam buried his face in his shoulder and hummed happily. “I’m sorry, Bam. But I bet it’ll taste amazing.” He felt Bam nod against his shoulder.

“C’mon. Let’s hurry up so we can stop by the grocery store and get some whipped cream.”

Bam let out a happy gasp as he broke free. “Yes! That sounds amazing!”

Khun picked up his basket as Bam went back to inspecting the vines for the best strawberries.

This silly man was the love of his life.

He shook his head and went back to picking a few more strawberries to fill his basket so he could hurry back home with him.

#tower of god #khunbam #khun aguero agnis #twenty fifth baam #fanfic #resi's works

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jellorat · 1 year

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Gendered Canning

See my first strawberry jam attempt? Turns out, like the raspberry jam, it tastes far better than any jam I have ever had from the store in the last decade.

I ended up making some gender based observations this weekend. My goal was to can up some raspberry and strawberry jam this weekend, and yesterday I went ahead and bought a stupid amount of raspberries and strawberries to do it.

I am new at this, and wasn't sure what constituted 5 crushed cups of fruit, so this saw me in the check out line with six containers of strawberries and four of raspberries.

The cashier was a bit odd about it, and asked what I was doing with so much fruit, and I said I was canning.

I am a 51 year old, heavily tattooed man. I am also transgender, but she would not know that to look at me.

Instead she was completely bewildered that I was canning jam. She nosed around why, and I said becuase it tastes better than anything store bought, and you can't even buy some of the flavors.

Then she asked if I was doing it as a gift with someone, and I was nope. Just me, canning jam for the year for my wife and I.

I then stopped at a grocery store for sugar, and bought a single 10 pound bag. I was asked why I was buying so much sugar by the clerk and the bagger, and I said I was canning jam.

The bagger, a young man, was completely gobsmacked. He was like why? Did you pick a bunch of berries? I said it was too early in the season for that, but I was making a years worth this weekend.

Before I transitioned 11 years ago, I don't recall anyone caring at all what I bought for food, and being a weird quasi-foodie that does a lot of odd ball things from scratch? I have purchased some empirically odd food combinations in really large amounts before. Nobody has ever said a word.

Now that I am read as a man? It's like my very existence beyond buying beer and snacks, is read as odd, and worth further questioning.

It reminds me the first weekend of the pandemic. I was in the grocery store with my wife stocking up on things, and being the primary cooks I had the cart stocked. The lines were stupid, so I sent my wife with the cart to the line while I grabbed a loaf of bread and some beer.

A middle aged gal saw me walking back to the line juggling a loaf of bread and several IPA's, and just made eye contact and smirked at me. I knew instantly she thought we were in the middle of a national emergency, and this dumb dude was buying nothing more than bread and beer. She was laughing, and I am sure I presented a hilarious picture in the half panicked grocery store.

It's such a weird gendered construct that men can't cook or or take care of the home.

I find I also get questioned a lot more in fabric and craft stores. I still sew, and make clothing for my wife and I, and now I get questioned a lot in fabric stores. I think there is a social construct for the gay designer, so if I look competent they immediately shoot me into the expert category. It's like there is no middle ground in perception. I am a dumb man who is invading women's spaces or I am a gay expert. The truth is I am a confident middle of the road seamster, that is bi, and married to a woman.

Conversely, I am treated way better at Lowe's Hardware, and any of the other hardware stores I end up in. People just assume I can do the work I am asking about. They start from an assumption of competence first, then back up if I tell them I need more information.

This is in stark contrast from when I looked like a woman. I have literally had hardware store guys argue with me over basic information I was correct about, because they assumed anything that came out of my feminine mouth must be wrong.

I just find it interesting what people seem to expect is so gendered. Maybe we could just abolish useless gendering of activities, and I think we'd all be better off.

#canning #transgender #transgender observations #unnecessary gendered activities #gendered expectations #ftm #Special Interest: Cooking

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djsadbean · 2 years

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drtwobrains headcanons list

dtb bought an orange tree bc his doc told him with his "cheese only" diet, he's for SURE gonna get scurvy

he and chuck like to get on calls together when their favorite shows come on so they can make jokes about it together (chuck loooves dtb's jokes)

when they're just hanging out, his henchmen (sometimes) and chuck call him steven

the way his personality is split is that his mouse brain is evil and aggressive when cheese is involved

and his human brain is very easygoing and sincere when cheese is not involved (like in that ep where his henchmen chose the crimes for the day)

he's in his late 20's with a Ph.D. because he was able to skip a few grades (and in uni his research on humane animal testing earned him spots in advanced classes)

his lab coat, unfortunately, makes him look as flat as a pancake (even tho he's not LOL) and it makes him a little upset

the "powers" gained when becoming part mouse are: sleeping on the ground is suddenly super easy, has urges to climb onto things, he can no longer puke (rodents physically cant puke)

if he falls asleep at his workstation, his henchmen will bring him to his bed (it's in the contract)

for his henchmen and chuck, he has their friend's and family's numbers so he can call about gifts to make sure he gets them something better than everyone they know LOL

after miss power left, he set up a permanent telescope with word girl on speed-dial in case she ever came back

he also attends a miss power victim support group (he claims it's for his henchmen but that chick was SCARY dude he almost got laser-eyed)

he has a grocery store membership

he has another superhero guidebook draft that was supposed to be released but he never published it and sometimes goes back to read it

he's forced himself to learn how to make some of the food that his henchmen like

he likes wearing his lab coat all the time because it feels like having a tail to help his balance

his old barber stopped servicing him bc he kept trying to raid the staff fridge so now chuck's mom cuts his hair

he will occasionally help word girl with her science homework and "steven" will be a lot more present

he will hold a grudge FOREVER and it always takes a lot of convincing from chuck to invite the butcher to his birthday parties

his lab coat pocket is for his mp3 player (tis the early 2000s) he loves singing but is super bashful so he kinda only belts when he thinks he's alone

he uses strawberry-scented hair products bc it pairs so well with cheese

he never paid taxes as steven boxleitner and he never plans to change that

he keeps almost getting into brawls with the mayor at bars and he's not even drunk yet

his henchmen have to carry him out before he lands a punch bc they just want one night to have fun and drink

he sends anonymous letters to the mayor's office with things like "i know what you did" written in magazine letters

this feud started because the mayor approved a local tax increase on dairy products to help fund a new word girl statue

he also broke into the mayor's office to place glen on the city's crime watchlist

glen sends him christmas cards and dtb's henchmen send one back without telling dtb bc they feel bad

he's been thinking of writing a supervillain guidebook but has decided against it since there's little to no chance it would get picked up

🧀"chuckles, can we PLEASE come over?? I forgot to pay my power bill and our show is on tonight" 🥪"my mom said yes but you're not allowed to eat in my room anymore"

chucks mom will take her car to two brains before a mechanic bc he never tries to sell her anything, just fixes it or makes improvements

surprise!! the station wagon now has a mini-fridge for cheese

his family stopped talking to him bc of his extreme criminal tendencies but his sister still invites him over

that's why he and his henchmen were invited to his niece's graduation

he likes chuck's mom a lot because she never judged him like his own family did

he keeps souvenirs after each team up

he sleeps on the side of his bed just in case any mice running around the warehouse get cold and want to sleep somewhere warm for the night

add more in the tags if u have good ones!! :D

#djsadbean rambles #word girl #drtwobrains #dr two brains

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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gross | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: fluff

summary: you go live and sing an unreleased song to your fans. some catch onto the inspiration, including the one who inspired you. {listen to gross by olivia rodrigo (if you feel like it)}

wc: 1k

"Hello, my children. Welcome to my live." you gestured around your room as you propped your phone against your piano and took a seat on the bench.

The number of viewers grew by thousands every second and you smiled while you watched. Hundreds of comments flooded in; emojis, exclamation marks.

"When is the album coming out?" you read a comment, "Ooh, not for a while, unfortunately. Still have lots of work to do on it. But soon!" you assured them.

"Where are you right now? I am in my home. My humble abode. Specifically in my living room." you picked up the phone and showed the space. "It's a bit messy. Don't tell my mum."

Your eyes lingered on the telly before finding their way back to the comments, "What am I watching? C'mon, 'Criminal Minds', of course! Matthew Gray Gubler is my husband, have to be a supportive wife."

"How did you meet Tom and Jacob? How did I meet my adopted children? Um, Zendaya introduced us at a party and we've been best friends ever since." you smiled at the mention of your three closest friends.

"Where are they? I'm assuming you mean Tom, Jacob and Daya. They are filming right now, I believe? Not sure."

"Is there any song you can sing for us that's on the album? Hmm," you rubbed your chin, contemplating, "There is one, but I'm not sure it's going to be on the album. I wrote it a few days ago. It does not have a name yet, but I think I can grace you guys with a little something." you smirked before playing a little melody on the keys in front of you.

You hit a chord before clapping a beat, "Not long ago when I saw you there with your brown-eyed grin and your messy hair and every girl at the party was looking at you. Ooh-ooh-ooh." you smiled at the camera before continuing.

"I wonder what I'd say if I knew back then that the brown-eyed boy'd be my best friend. And the one I'd give my heart to. Ooh-ooh-ooh." you were so engrossed in singing that you didn't notice the certain brown-eyed boy join your live or the thousands of comments filled with theories.

'OMG THIS IS ABT TOM'

'no fucking way this isn't about tom'

'AHSGAAA IM SCRAMAING'

'tom has brown eyes and messy hair...'

'PLSSSS THIS IS SO CUTE'

'my y/s/n heart is screaming'

'i'm dead. deceased'

"Now everything reminds me of you, your pictures framed all over my room and if I hate someone you'll hate 'em, too."

Your mind wandered to the polaroid picture of you and Tom that was stuck on your bedroom wall. It was taken at one of Zendaya's many get togethers. You had fallen asleep on Tom's shoulder and he had fallen asleep with his head on yours. Jacob had taken the opportunity to capture the moment on Zendaya's polaroid and graciously given you the picture.

You went back to playing the piano, "As long as I'm your darling angel, I don't need anything in the world. 'Cause I feel like the luckiest every second that I'm your girl. I wanna do everything with you."

'TOM JOINED OSMDH'

'my PARENTS'

'HI TOM OMFG'

'he calls her darling angel i can die happy'

'TOM MF HOLLAND IS HERE AND SHES SINGING ABT HIM'

'MOM AND DAD ADOPT ME WTF'

'smo better be screenrecording this'

You continued to sing, clueless to the comments flooding, "Take the highs, I'll take the lows. I'll keep you close, give you the most. Oh, baby. I like you so much it's kinda gross, yeah. I like you so much it's kinda gross."

You shut your eyes and remembered all the times Tom would pick you up and you would take drives down the coast or to the grocery store even though you didn't need anything. When he would get you strawberry ice cream at Mario's Gelato because he knew that it would make you smile. Extra sprinkles, of course.

"And driving in your car, I feel all grown up. Is it me or does it feel more than high school love? Not gonna lie, your last name sounds so nice."

Y/N Holland.

"I love when you complain about things like traffic. Love when you're tired, baby, I like all of it. Honestly, I can't believe you're mine."

"I hate Los Angeles." Tom groaned as you stopped at yet another red light, hundreds of cars in front of you.

"What did L.A. ever do to you, love?" you chuckled.

Tom frowned and grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, "Most ridiculous traffic in the entire world. But I have you here, so I guess it's tolerable."

You shook your head with a smile, "Eyes on the road, Holland."

"I bring you up in every conversation. We're young, I know we got to be patient, but I know I want my life to have you in it. Ooh, and as long as I'm your darling angel, I don't need anything in the world. And I feel like the luckiest every second that I'm your girl."

Tom watched your live with a bright smile, unable to fight his grin as he watched you sing a song he knew was about him. Jacob and Zendaya perched on his shoulders in his trailer as they watched with him.

"You're whipped." Jacob told him.

Tom nodded absentmindedly, too focused on your singing to respond.

"Of course he is. His girlfriend is singing a song about him in front of– How many?" she leaned in closer to check the amount of viewers, "Almost fifty thousand people."

"She's not my girlfriend." Tom mumbled.

Zendaya scoffed, "Only because you haven't asked her. 'Darling angel', huh?" she smirked.

Tom felt his cheeks turn pink, "That's what she is."

As the song ended, Tom felt a wave of sadness at the fact that it was over. He quickly typed a comment before leaving the live.

You finished with a snap and an awkward smile before a comment caught your eye.

'love it, darling angel'

#tom holland smut #tom holland x osterfield!reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Reminiscent

i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw

“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”

You weren’t the clubbing type.

Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you.

“She good, dude?”

A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”

And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.

Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.

A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you.

“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”

They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.

You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.

Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop.

Please stop. Please. Please. Please.

You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.

Why won’t he stop?

When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.

And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.

—

It’s nothing like what they show on tv.

There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.

You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.

At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes.

Or worse; pitying ones.

So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy.

The nightmares are just that; nightmares.

And things are fine, until they’re not.

—

“Baby, you’re here!!”

There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.

When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”

��Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”

She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.

She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.

For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.

“Oh, wait–”

Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.

“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”

She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.

And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”

The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”

She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.

So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”

She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”

And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.

She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.

She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him.

It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before.

Happy.

She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.

And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.

The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.

You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.

“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.

Not when you still feel all… brittle.

—

Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement.

She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.

Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you.

Your heart stutters.

“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.

He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”

You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.”

There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.

He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you.

“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”

You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”

“We’re celebrating?” you ask.

She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”

Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”

Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.

You can handle one night of small talk.

—

You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.

Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.

Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.

They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.

“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.

“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”

“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”

You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”

And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes.

Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”

The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”

If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”

You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground.

“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath.

Goosebumps prickle along your arms.

Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–

“Iwa.”

It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.

“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”

He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–

“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”

His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.

And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.

“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”

You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes.”

His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but…

You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–

You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin.

“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”

You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.

“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.”

He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”

And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free.

It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.

The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.

Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit.

“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.

Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”

“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”

Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.

You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.

And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–

Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth.

“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”

And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”

Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”

Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”

His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.

“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”

Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen.

And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.

The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come.

You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion.

You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.

And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.

“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”

Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.

It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.

Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–”

You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.

“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you.

Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.

“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.

And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.

Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips…

“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”

It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it…

But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him.

With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.

“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.

His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.

Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.

And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.

“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #tw: noncon #tw:dubcon #tw: drugged reader #tw: infidelity #angst #pain #manipulation #fun times ahead

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seospicybin · 2 years

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SWEET & SOUR.

Hyunjin x reader. (mild smut, suggestive, f)

Author's note: I'm not stealing anyone's work, this is me reposting my own work from @seospicy

“I think I got full just from tasting everything!” Hyunjin said as he plopped down onto the couch the second he got into your place. He was fanning his neck, his cheeks redden from the summer heat, his hair tied in a messy bun, yet you find him extremely hot sitting with his long legs spreading out and leaning back, his head tilted upward. You placed the grocery bag on the kitchen island with loud thuds. The couch looked so inviting right now, especially with the extremely good-looking man sitting on it. The AC blasted cool air into the room made it even harder to resist but you are too excited to unpack the things you bought from the farmers market. You bought a lot of fresh fruits, the sight of their colors pleasing you in so many ways. You planned on washing them all off before you put them in containers and store them in the fridge. Pulling out the first bag is a bag of pears that Hyunjin picked himself with intense observation and a lot of sniffing. “Baby, you want some pears?” You asked. “I can peel it for you.” You offered, tearing the plastic bag apart then put the pears in a big bowl and placed it under the running water. Hyunjin got up from the couch, fixing his hair as he walked toward you, “It’s okay. I’ll peel it myself.” He said, opening the drawer to get a knife. You handed him one of the washed pears once he was done washing his hands. He started to peel it from the top part and going in a circular motion around the fruit. You couldn’t deny that he got quite the skill on using a knife, ultimately when it comes to peeling fruits, in which you found it inexplicably endearing, rather hot even. From the way his long fingers gripping the fruit to the way his eyebrows furrowed in extra focus as if he performed a surgery rather than peeling a fruit. You stopped letting your mind wander too far off, you quickly take another bag of fruits. The strawberries were enticing, with dotted red skin, plump and bigger than the ones you usually bought at the supermarket. You carefully dumped them into a glass bowl and filled them with water, you washed and rinsed them, poured the dirty water out, and did the process once again to make sure it was clean. You did the same with a bowl of cherries. “They are so big!” Hyunjin gasped next to you, almost done peeling the pear. “You want to try one?” You offered, taking one strawberry from the bowl. He nodded, putting down the pear and the knife, standing close to you, he then opened his mouth to let you feed him. You put the strawberry at the entrance of his mouth, it was rather too big for his mouth, you were about to ask him if he wanted you to cut it in half first but Hyunjin already bitten half of it. He started chewing on it then winced, “It’s a bit sour!” He whined with his nose scrunched. “Really?” You shoved the remaining piece of strawberry into your mouth. It was indeed a bit sour but not the kind that you couldn’t handle. “I think I know how we can make this taste even sweeter.” Hyunjin chimed in, eyes staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face. Your eyes widen in curiosity, “How?” “We do it like this.” His hand reached the back of your neck, slowly bringing your face close to him then he pressed his lips on you. He softly sucking your lips from one corner to another, and you could taste the faint flavor of strawberry on his mouth, just exactly how you would describe the taste of his plush, red lips. You parted your lips open, letting him taste you more and more as you tasted his. The sourness was long forgotten, all you could taste were his lips and the softness of his lips on you. The kiss was tender and sweet, you’d be lying if it didn’t make you feel the slightest bit of lightheaded, you were scared that you’d be addicted to it, or maybe you already were. He pulled away slowly, letting out the most beautiful sigh you ever heard. “Taste good right?” He asked as he looked down on you. You licked your lower lip, taking in whatever taste of his lips left on yours. You shyly nodded at him. Hyunjin seemed satisfied with your reaction. He then turned his attention

back to his pear. You pulled another plastic bag that contains cherries, it surprised you how you could still function after what happened a few minutes ago, how it played like a spur of the moment thing, deep down you know well enough the effect would linger on. As your mind was busy trying to wrap your head around the fact that you just had a quick hot make-out with Hyunjin, you accidentally pulled another bag of baby carrots, an idea came to your mind. You turned around to face him, “Baby, how about this?” He turned and found you with a baby carrot between your teeth, “What are you doing?” “Who knows it will taste better…” you talked and trying not to lose grip of the baby carrot. He grimaced, almost disgusted at the sight of his least favorite vegetable. You approached him, still with the carrot between your teeth. He puts his hands on your elbow, maintaining a space between you and him. “Baby, don’t cross the line!” He warned you. “Why? Let’s just try!” you were closing in on him, almost losing the carrot as you giggled your way closer to him. “Baby, no!!!” He screeched, his hands stretched out to keep you at bay. As much as you were having so much fun riled him up, you didn’t want to drive him further up the wall. You relented, broke down laughing then threw the baby carrot into the sink. Hyunjin glared at you, his lower lip jutting out making the cutest of pout you had ever seen on him. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” you said, biting your lip to suppress you from bursting into another series of laughters. “Don’t you ever do that again!” He warned you, eyes shot you death stares. You grabbed the sleeve of his shirt to pull him close to you, “Okay, I’m sorry.” You apologized once again. “You’re in so much trouble for that!” He taunted you but didn’t resist when you tried to pull him into a hug. You put both of your hands around his neck, leaning in to kiss him but he stopped you. Jerking his head back, he asked, “What are you doing?” You were taken aback but also afraid you might read the signal wrong and that he was still mad at you for real. “I’m not going to kiss you with your mouth taste like a carrot.” He grumbled. “Oh!” You exclaimed. Hyunjin dragged the bowl filled with strawberry, “Here, have a strawberry!” You shook your head, “No, I want cherries, please!” His long arm reached for the bowl of cherries, he then dragged it close with his fingers and took one by its stem. You opened your mouth and tilted your head slightly upward as Hyunjin lowered the cherry into your mouth, you caught it between your teeth with the stem sticking out of your mouth. One thing that you like the most about Hyunjin is that he’s very intuitive. He knows what you want even before you tell him, he takes everything about you in such detail and knows your likes and dislikes because he wants to impress you, treats you how you deserve to be treated. Hyunjin caught the end of the stem with his teeth and pulled it off of the cherry, gently spat it out somewhere onto the floor. You bit the cherry and popped it, feeling the burst of sweetness inside your mouth, “Oh, the cherry tastes so good!” You exclaimed between your chews. Hyunjin licked his lower lip, “oh yeah, I bet!” He smirked before leaning in and placed his lips on you, prying your mouth open with his tongue. His hot, slick tongue slipping it in and out of your mouth, tasting the fruit juice in kitten licks. “Keep it open for me baby!” he hummed into you, hand firmly gripping the back of your head, keeping you still at his mercy. You obeyed, keeping your head tipped back with your mouth open as he was kissing you deeper, your saliva and his mixed inside your mouth, pooling out of the corner of your mouth.

His hands pressing the side of your body, his hips bucking in on you while your hands are on his hair, filling the spaces between your fingers with the soft strands of his hair, you know how much he likes it when you do that. He drew back, sparing an inch away from your mouth. “Swallow it for me baby” he cooed at you, his voice hoarse and sultry. You closed your mouth and slowly swallowed everything in one big gulp. He moaned as he intensely watching you did what he told you to. He’s not big on dominating but that doesn’t mean he does not enjoy seeing you obeying him like a well-behaved girl. He placed slobbering kisses along your lips, “So sweet, so beautiful!” he praised you, gave you another peck on the lips then pulled back completely, half panting and catching his breath all at once. Resting your forehead against his chin, you didn’t bother wiping the wet trails of his kisses on your lips. You wanted to keep the taste of him on you. Hyunjin removed his hand from your side, softly rubbing the side of your face.

Like a needy girl you were, you tipped your head to the side so your cheek rested on his palm. Hyunjin buried his head onto your exposed neck, you could feel his smile on your skin as he ran his lips along the delicate skin of your neck and up to that soft spot behind your ear. “Now I wonder if it tastes sweet right here too.” He whispered, lips gently grazing your lobe as chills running down your spine.

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linorachas · 3 years

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sunday's best. | bang chan

⁍ pairing — bang chan x reader ⁍ genre — fluff and smut ⁍ word count — 11.2k words ⁍ details — established relationship, domesticity, producer!chan, choreographer!reader, lots of cuddles and kissing (again), you're both really in love (again), hard smut | details under the cut ⁍ notes — part 2 of for the weekend is here! thank you so much to everyone who supported part 1 and asked for more. it gave me so much motivation to start and finish this one and i maaay have gotten a little bit carried away considering it's almost triple the size. and the smut... yea.... this could be read as a one-shot, but there’s a lot of elements from pt. 1 that i referenced in here, so please check that one out first! and also please please lmk if you enjoyed! ♥️ ⁍ summary — Day 2. Holding up your end of the deal, strawberry ice cream, and Ugly Cat bowls.

⁍ smut specifics — dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, one mention of the word "daddy", possessiveness on chan’s part (but not the asshole kind), a smidge of oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, choking (but not really? just hand on throat), reader talks about liking the pain a lot, dry humping, slightest bit of cum play ⁍ little side note — please practice safe sex u guys. wrap it up. these guys are not good role models at all. be safe. also always pee after sex. plz. also this isn't proofread god bless

Saturday, 3:20 pm

“Time to fulfill my part of the deal so we can get on with yours.”

You hold your breath, stunned at the determination in Chan’s eyes. You’re distracted at the way his lips curl and at how his dimples pop out, your eyes following the line of his broad shoulders. You eye the ridges of his arms, down to the veins in his hands, parched throat swallowing when you get to his defined abs.

God, he was sexy.

You follow his happy trail, down and down until-- ah. Right. He was still naked. In the kitchen.

Your face scrunches up comically, desire disappearing as you hop off the counter and shoo him away.

“Go get some clothes, what the hell. Do you know how unsanitary it is to be naked in here? Gross, Chan.”

Staring at you in disbelief, Chan gapes, “after you just blatantly checked me out? I saw that!”

You walk past him, rummaging through the cupboards for food. “Unless you want me to come near you with a pair of scissors close to your-”

“I’m going, I’m going!” Chan shouts, as he rushes back to the bedroom, the panic in his voice making you laugh.

You’re just starting to fill up a pot with water when arms sneak around your waist and a very clingy but now fully dressed Bang Chan nuzzles his face into your neck, humming.

“What do you want me to cook for you, baby?” He asks excitedly, ready to do anything.

You snort. “Unless you can magically conjure up some groceries, I don’t think you can cook me anything at all.”

Chan freezes at that, releasing his hold on you so he could open the refrigerator and cupboards, mouth dropping in shock when he sees that there really was no food. You’ve both been so busy this week, spending most of your meals at that company, that you both probably forgot to do mini-grocery runs.

“Though we do have like, 4 packs of ramen left and half a can of spam.” You call Chan’s attention back to you, gesturing towards the food on the counter. Chan, the big eater that he was, deflates at the sight, looking exactly like a kicked puppy.

“Aw, I know that’s not enough for you, baby.” You coo, shuffling over to Chan to pinch his cheek. It starts gentle at first, but then you put a bit of pressure, narrowing your eyes. “But if you eat more than your share, I’m biting you.”

Chan yelps, nodding rapidly as your pinch his cheek harder, “okay! Okay! I won’t steal from your share, I promise, baby- ow!”

You relent soon after, pressing a sweet kiss to Chan’s reddened cheek as he scowls at you. “Good. Now let’s get cooking, because if I don’t have food in me in the next 3 minutes I really might start biting you.”

Chan jumps out of your reach at that, and you watch him with a smile as he bustles around to prepare your food. You get a bowl each after it cooks, perfectly equal in portion size. There aren’t any words being shared as you both settle on the couch, your thighs pressed together as you slurp on your noodles, putting on a drama you were both invested in. Chan doesn’t notice when you slip your one last remaining piece of spam into his bowl, too busy berating a main character for being stupid, but he does let you finish off the soup in his bowl.

You and Chan start working on chores after that, because when you were looking for the remote control under the couch, you’re greeted with a cloud of dust, making you sneeze thrice.

Chan laughs at you, but then he’s cut off by his own sneeze too. You share one look before you’re both scrambling towards the cleaning supplies.

It takes you both hours just to clean the whole apartment and do some laundry, the sky already dark when you settle back down on the couch.

Considering you literally had no ingredients to cook with, you decide to order for dinner, and there’s a small dispute as to who has to get up to accept the food and pay the delivery man. The fight is resolved with a quick game of rock, paper, scissors; Chan winning fairly, but you still complain on your way to the door.

“We should work out,” Chan pipes up suddenly when you’re both lying on your sides on the couch, him being the little spoon. Dinner was a quick affair, and now you’re both just basking in the happiness of having a full stomach.

You make a face. “Was that not enough of a workout?” you ask, referring to your spotless apartment.

Chan snorts, turning around so his front was facing you. But he slides down, making a sound akin to purr as he buries his face in your neck. “I mean, like. Yoga. Leg day reps. Jogging?”

You groan, pinching his side. “I dance for a living. You go work out. Let me rot on this couch for tonight.”

Chan laughs at that, but doesn’t pester you about it anymore. You let him rest on your clavicle as you focus on your attention to the drama that was currently airing on the TV, slightly interested now.

You’d have thought Chan was asleep if it wasn’t for the kisses that he presses on your neck, harmless little pecks that soon have a bit of teeth in them. You lean your head back, finding the action more comforting than anything, but then Chan’s tongue suddenly darts out to lick at a spot near your jaw, and you shiver.

You sigh, but you don’t push him away. Instead, your fingers card through his hair, making Chan groan happily. He stops pestering your neck then, enjoying your fingers massaging and scratching at his scalp.

But your first mistake was thinking you were safe, because suddenly, there’s a thigh slipping in between your legs, pressing against your covered mound.

“Ah,” you moan, surprised, but Chan doesn’t do anything else after that, just lets his thigh rest there. You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “I thought you were going to work out.”

“This is my workout.” Chan whispers, and when you feel his devilish smile against your skin, you knew you were doomed.

Chan presses his thigh against your clothed pussy more insistently, making you squirm. The thin material of your panties and sleep shorts barely provided any layers between you, heightening the pleasure.

His thigh flexes, and the feeling of your clit grinding down on the hardened muscle was simply too good to ignore, and you’re humping Chan’s thigh before you could even think twice about it.

“Good girl,” Chan praises when he notices your hips gyrating, leaning up for a second to press a sweet kiss to your lips. He continues to adjust, helping you find the best position for your pleasure. “Keep rubbing that pretty pussy on me, baby, that’s it.”

You moan when a hand slides under your shirt and brushes against one of your nipples, Chan rolling the slowly hardening nub between his fingers. You feel yourself getting wet embarrassingly quick, and you knew you could cum like this. Chan has made you cum multiple times before just from clitoral stimulation alone, and dry humping was no exception to that.

You’re just about to ask if he was really going to let you cum, but then Chan pulls his thigh away, and the knot in your stomach disappears.

You groan for an entirely different reason now, upset at your orgasm being taken away from you. But Chan busies himself with tugging at your shirt until you get the idea and take it off, and he immediately latches his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking.

You suck in a breath through gritted teeth, pressing his head closer to your chest as he paid attention to both your nipples, licking and sucking and biting. You were getting uncomfortably wet now, your panties damp, and you convey this to Chan in hopes that he would speed things up.

You should have known that it would just spur him on.

“You wet for me already?” Chan asks once he stops marking your breasts, facing you with a grin.

You nod rapidly. “Yes, so if you could fuck m-”

“Ah,” Chan tuts, “let me feel first.”

You don’t even get a chance to protest because Chan’s hand is already disappearing, slipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties to slide two of his fingers between your folds. You jolt at the contact, moaning as he uses those two fingers to rub circles on your clit gently.

“Chan,” you moan and he hums distractedly, leaning down to suck more marks on your skin. He slips in a finger without warning, but since you were so wet and ready for him, you took his finger in easily.

Chan curses, testing the waters by slipping in a second finger slowly, and though there was a bit of a sting this time, his second finger slides in just as easily.

“God, baby, you’re soaking.”

Chan crooks his fingers, brushing against your g-spot almost immediately, making you jolt and whine. He picks up the pace, fingers fucking in and out you fast despite your underwear and shorts restricting most of his hand movement.

He comes up for a kiss, your mouth opening automatically for him to slip his tongue in. He groans into your mouth at your obedience, free hand gripping your jaw tight. He sucks on your tongue just as he adds a third finger, and you pull away to hiss.

Chan’s fingers were long and filled you up nicely, and with how he was rubbing at your g-spot insistently, it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm climbing up again.

“I’m prepping you, but it looks like you don’t need it with how you’re sucking my fingers in, baby.” Chan shakes his head, playful disbelief coloring his tone. “Did you think about my cock in you all day? Wanted me to fuck you that bad?”

“Yeah, yes, I- ah,” you gasp, nodding at his words rapidly. Chan leans in to kiss you again, but you manage to stop him with a shaky hand pressed to his chest, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“You held up your end of the deal,” you whisper, already breathless, “it’s time I hold up mine.”

Chan’s eyes darken, and you squeak when he suddenly sits up on his knees, free hand yanking your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. He leans back down to get the kiss you stopped at before, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and making you moan.

“But first,” Chan murmurs against your lips, voice leaving no room for discussion. “You cum for me now.”

Now that there was no clothing to restrict his hand movements, the pace of Chan’s fingers picked up faster, driving you crazy and making you squirm on the couch. Chan pins your hips down with his other hand so he could drive his fingers into you easily, and the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting inside your cunt was so lewd you felt yourself blushing.

It only takes a quick brush of Chan’s thumb against your clit to have your body snapping, trembling in Chan’s arms as your hole convulses against his fingers. Chan groans like he was the one having an orgasm, eyes appreciatively staring at the way your head was thrown back, chest heaving up and down.

Chan pulls his fingers out carefully, planning to just wipe them on his shirt, but then you make a noise, catching his attention. He looks up, confused, but then sees the way your gaze was trained on his fingers— which were slicked with your juices— and his cock got so hard, it started to hurt.

“Fuck, you’re filthy.” Chan whispers, but he brings his fingers up to your lips, letting you lick and suck to your heart’s content. Chan swallows as you look up at him through your lashes, cleaning his fingers thoroughly with long swipes of your tongue. For each glimpse he sees of the wet appendage around his finger, his dick jumps in his sweatpants.

You pull off slowly when you finish, eyes still locked with Chan’s. The both of you were breathing hard now, gazes intense as you stared each other down. At first, you felt like both the predator and the prey. Chan could destroy you with his fingers alone if he wanted to, but he was easy to fluster as well.

But then Chan tilts your head up with a single finger, leaning down to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips, a kiss so full of intent, lust and— love, that it leaves you breathless, eyes wide.

Chan lips quirk. “Bedroom?”

Saturday, 10:41 pm.

“Arch for me, baby.” Chan orders, breathless, hand smoothing down your lower back. You were truthfully too weak to hold yourself up already, mind numbed with pleasure, but you do your best, legs shaking with the effort to present yourself. But the pleased grumble that immediately comes out of Chan definitely makes the grueling position worth it.

You were both naked now, having shed Chan’s clothes as soon as you stumbled through the bedroom door, after you spent a good ten minutes just making out against it. Chan had shut the door with a quick kick, carrying you on the way to the bed even though it was only a few steps away.

But you didn’t complain, not when he dropped you in the middle and immediately manhandled you to your hand and knees, tugging your hips close to him with a grunt.

“That’s my good girl,” Chan leans down, whispering the words against the nape of your neck as the tip of his cock slid between your folds.

You start whining, because you were much more exposed in this position and you were being good but Chan wasn’t doing anything about it and you just wanted to be fucked. You convey your displeasure by pushing back against Chan’s cock, trying to get it to slip in you without his help.

“Want it inside, sweetheart? Hm?” Chan mumbles against your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe teasingly. “I can feel your greedy little hole twitching against me. Shit, you want it that bad?”

You nod rapidly, uncaring of how desperate you looked. Mostly because Chan liked that look on you. He liked knowing that you let your guard down around him, that nobody in the world could bring you to your knees and have you begging to be filled like he does.

Chan never explicitly shows how much he likes thinking that you belong to him, because he really does believe you’re your own person and not an object to be owned. But here, like this, with your throbbing pussy against this cock and your teary eyes pitifully looking up at him to do something, anything— it brought out a sense of possessiveness in Chan that he never knew he had.

These were the kind of feelings that only you could bring out of him. You were the only one who ever made him feel like this, and the rush of both excitement and fear over it admittedly has him going crazy at times.

But there’s nothing in the world he loves more than knowing you feel exactly the same.

He sees this in the way you tilt your head up, begging for a kiss. It has him breaking out of character, lips tugging up into a fond smile, since he’d planned to be mean and tease you for a bit. But he doesn’t resist when he leans down to kiss you, not when the urge is so strong. Especially not when your smile against his lips felt like the world’s most addicting drug.

Ah, how lucky was he to have fallen in love with you?

“Channie,” you hiccup once he pulls away, and he presses kisses down your shoulder, hiding a smile. This is why he could never be a hard dom with you. One kiss and he’s weak.

“Mhm, I got it, I got it. Just relax for me, yeah? I’ll fill you up real good, sweetheart. Just relax for me.” Chan soothes, pulling back to sit up on his knees.

He grabs a hold of his cock so he could line it up and push in, but then he can’t stop the groan that comes out his throat when the contact eases the pressure on his cock. He hasn’t been touched since you started, and with how wet you were when he pressed against you, he didn’t even need lube. His hand slid up and down easily.

You bit your lip. You were torn between enjoying the godly image of Chan jerking off to the sight of you bent over for him or finally enjoying the feeling of being filled up. Chan pleasuring himself was always a sight to see, veiny arms flexing every time his hand moved.

His eyes fluttered close, and your eyes greedily followed the line of his jaw and the long column of his throat, mouth dry with how much you wanted to suck marks on it.

But you were once again reminded why you can’t, and you were in this position for a reason.

“My end of the deal,” you start, catching your boyfriend’s attention, “was to let myself be fucked six ways to sunday.”

You pause, your hand sliding behind you to slip your own fingers into your soaking pussy. You moan when one finger slips right in, bright eyes meeting Chan’s dark ones.

“Should I have just done that myself?”

Nothing could have prepared you for the way Chan yanked your finger out, gaze hard as he locked both your arms behind you back. He was only holding your arms back with one of his hands, but the grip felt as tight as a rope.

You shiver in anticipation.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby.” Chan hisses, finally pushing his cock inside, easily slipping in with how wet and stretched you were from his fingers.

He moves slowly, determined to make you feel every inch and ridge and vein of his cock against your clenching walls. You squirm and gasp as he pushes and pushes, filling you up so well until his hips are finally flushed against your ass.

“I’ll fuck you so well you’ll feel it here,” he slides his free hand down to your lower stomach, pressing down until he almost feels his cock bulging in you, “and you’ll feel it until next weekend.”

Then he pulls back and thrusts inside again, this time slamming in hard.

You choke on a breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Chan goes in deep and fast. The position allowed him to reach inside you deeper than ever, and you almost swear you feel him in your stomach.

He finds your g-spot again in no time, knowing your body better than you do. You jerk in his hold when he does and a scream gets stuck in your throat, and the fact that you could feel Chan’s amusement from your reaction just made it even hotter. You had no time to breath from how hard and fast Chan was fucking you, let alone make a sound.

God, you loved it.

It’s what has you cumming in no more than three more thrusts, mouth gaping like a fish out of water as the knot in your stomach finally snapped. Chan seems to have noticed, given that you were clenching around him like crazy, and the laugh he lets out is so attractive that you feel yourself clench again.

“Aww, already, Y/N?” He teases, making you flush. He sounded smug, and you made a mental note to kick him for it later.

And though he seemed to have noticed your orgasm, Chan doesn’t stop. In fact, he shifts his position and somehow finds a way to push himself in deeper, forcefully pushing a long, drawn out moan from your throat. He makes you ride out your orgasm, eyes staring intently at the way his cock slid in out of you, covered in your juices.

“Shit, Channn,” you groan out his name, voice breaking as he continues to drive his cock into you. “I- ah, ah, Channie, please, I can’t-“

“You can,” Chan grunts out simply, as if he knew your core was already tightening for your second orgasm in a row.

You open your mouth again to plead— for him to stop or keep going? you didn’t know— but then Chan slows down, and you finally manage to suck in the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Keeping his cock in you, Chan lets go of your arms, both of his hands now sliding under your torso to pull you up. You gasp at the sudden change in position, now sitting back on your knees as Chan’s arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

“Fuck,” Chan grunts in your ear, inhaling through gritted teeth as he thrusts into you again properly. His fingers trail down your hips and up your stomach, hands brushing up and down your skin like he was mapping it out. It tickled, and with every brush of Chan’s hand against a sensitive part of your body, you clench.

He moans lowly, the sound right by your ear and making you shiver. “You open up so well for me. You always do. So perfect for me, beautiful.”

Chan presses heated kisses on your shoulder, hands now gripping your waist tight so he could position you in a way that was pleasurable for both of you. When Chan’s lips trail higher, you subconsciously bear your neck to him, making him smile.

“Please,” you breathe out, your eyes stinging from the almost painful knot in your stomach, back so soon even though you’ve just calmed down.

“Again.” Chan exhales against your ear, hips picking up that demonic pace again. “Cum for me again.”

You moan, nodding mindlessly as Chan pulls you back onto his cock at the same time he thrusts forward. His big cock fills you up in all the right places, brushing against your sweet spot constantly and driving you crazy each time.

Since you were now being held up by Chan himself, you didn’t know what to do with your hands at this point, nails digging into your palms and creating indents.

But Chan, as attentive as ever even when he’s fucking you into oblivion, notices your hand situation and guides your arms upwards, pushing them back until your hands tangle in his hair instead.

The new position worked well for the both of you, because your back was arched to accommodate your arms, and Chan could drive his cock in that good kind of deep again.

Chan’s grunts by your ear just get you even hotter, along with his hisses every time you clench around him. He murmurs dirty praises in your ear, telling you over and over again how good your cunt felt around him and how you were taking him so well and how he’d love nothing more to be buried in you forever, so you’d never feel empty again.

The last straw is when his free hand comes up to your neck, fingers closing around your jaw so he could tilt your head up. You gasps noisily at that, tugging on his hair in surprise. You and Chan have talked about choking before, and though he wasn’t really cutting off your air, the feeling of his hand around your throat was more than enough to get you locking up around him.

Chan coos, lips brushing against your cheek as he talked you towards your orgasm. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Let me feel you cream around my cock again,” he grunts, pushing through the tight vice-like grip your walls had around him, “Come on, gorgeous. Let me feel it. Want you to cum for me again.”

You sob out Chan’s name, unaware of the tears slipping down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut and came for the second time in a matter of minutes. It was too fast, too sudden, still too sensitive from your last orgasm—

—and it was everything you ever wanted.

Chan immediately slows down when you start spasming around him, letting you ride out your orgasm slowly this time. He continues to murmur praises in your ear, pressing open mouthed kisses on the shoulder nearest to him.

You’re hiccuping and gasping his name, fingers tugging on his hair desperately. You were so lost in pleasure that you don’t notice him slowly pulling out and sitting back on his knees, pulling you back with him. He untangles your hands from his hair gently, and your arms limp at your sides now that you’re slumped over.

Chan brushes your hair back from your sweaty face when your head lolls back, and you easily accept the searing kiss that he presses on your lips. Though you were barely kissing back, breathing too hard to move your lips, you refused to let him pull away.

Chan’s kisses were like air for you during times like this, and you drink them in greedily.

“You were so good for me.” Chan praises once he pulls away, eyes bright as he stares down at you lovingly, thumb brushing against the tear tracks on your cheeks. “My good girl.”

Slipping an arm under your knees, he rearranges your positions so you could lie down on the middle of the bed. Chan lies on his side next to you, one hand propping his head up while the other hand intertwines with yours, squeezing every few seconds.

You were in a limbo, somewhere between still being conscious of your surroundings and feeling floaty, but Chan’s murmured praises and constant touches bring you back to the ground fully.

“Good?” Chan asks, sounding genuine, but you catch the smug look in his eyes.

You laugh quietly in response, eyes rolling good-naturedly, hand coming up to punch him playfully. Chan grins wide, leaning down so he could press a sweet kiss to your lips.

And when he pulls away, he brings your intertwined hands up to his face so he could place a kiss on the back of your hand too. You shudder from the sudden wave of affection going through you, feeling so lucky to be taken care of by someone as caring as Chan.

But. There was one issue.

“Channie,” you exhale, shifting to your side so you could plaster your sweaty body close to his, burying your face in his neck and breathing in his scent.

“Hmm?” He lets go of your hand so he could tuck your hair behind your ear, wanting to see your face.

“You didn’t-“ you start, indicating to the hard-on pressed against your thigh. You hear the breath he sucks in when you grind against it, but then there’s a hand stopping your hips from moving any more.

“We don’t have to.” Chan reassures, referring to your fucked out state as nicely as he could. It made you chuckle, until— “I already made you cry, anyway.”

You swat at his stomach, making him groan and laugh at the same time. He falls back onto the mattress, giggling as he shielded his torso away from your hands.

He was right, though. Your legs were already shaking, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how sore you would be tomorrow. Not to mention the different bite marks around your body. You look like you’ve just been mauled by a wild animal.

But—

“I want more.” You whine softly, knowing it got to Chan whenever you vocalized what you wanted. You crawl up his body slowly, watching as he licked his lips. You hips lower, sitting right on Chan’s cock and grinding, and you relish in the way his teeth grits.

You lean down, letting your lips brush against his ear before whispering, “Want you to cum in me.”

“Shit,” Chan curses, hands coming up to catch your hips in a bruising grip, halting your movements again. He was definitely holding back for your sake, but you didn’t want that. You had a deal to uphold.

“Come on, daddy.” You purr in his ear, grinning when he tenses again. “Don’t you want to fuck me full of your cum?”

You squeak when Chan flips your positions, him now on top of you and your arms pinned above your head. You breathe heavily, watching as his glazed eyes rake over your marked form, like he was taking you in. Carving the way you look into his memories.

He leans down then, arms caging the sides of your head. “You drive me crazy.” He admits, voice fond despite his heated look, and you blush all the way to the tip of your ears.

“Crazy enough for you to fuck me into the mattress?” You ask, voice tilting up hopefully as you flush, but you’re cut off by your own moan when Chan suddenly spreads your legs and ducks down, tongue licking a fat stripe up your slit.

“Fuck!” You gasp at the sudden attack to your sensitive pussy, head throwing back and hands immediately coming down to grip Chan’s hair. “You- what are you- oh, fuck me.”

You could feel the puffs of breath against your clit as Chan laughed, and you hit him on the back using your foot, annoyed that he was laughing as you lost your mind. He ignores you, swirling and flicking his tongue around the sensitive nub, before continuing to dip his tongue inside you.

The moan he lets out rivals your own, and you gasp as Chan eats pussy like he’s a starved man and it's his first meal, the slurping noises he makes sounding lewd even to your own ears.

You chant his name like a prayer, squirming on the bed as you tug on his hair hard. That only serves to make him moan, which in turn also made you clench again.

“Baby,” you sob, “please. If I don’t get your cock in me, I’ll- I- please.”

Chan finally lets up at that, pressing one last kiss to your swollen clit before he kisses his way up your body.

“Yeah? You need it?” He asks, breathless, but it was clear he wasn’t waiting for an answer. He must be as worked up as you are, because there was no more teasing this time, and you gasp when you feel the head of his cock brushing against your slit.

“What the hell was that,” you demand, voice clipped because Chan was pushing inside you again, testing the waters with miniscule thrusts. You jerk each time.

“Wanted you to shut up.” Chan chuckles, but he’s cut off by his own groan when he feels your hot, velvety walls clamp around him in response. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling how wet you were from both your juices and his spit.

“Shit, baby, how are you still so tight?” Chan sighs contentedly, pressing open mouthed kisses to your cheek. He’s got his upper arms on either side of your head, and you’re so close together that your breasts press against his chest, making you jolt with every brush of your nipples against his pecs. “You fit my cock so well, got me so hard-“

“It’s cause- ah, I’m made for you, shit, right there-” you slur mindlessly, head thrown back from the pleasure as Chan drove straight into your g-spot again and again. The way he hit it so precisely each time should have freaked you out, but you were far too out of your mind with pleasure to think about it.

Chan’s hips falter at the words.

“What did you say, baby? Say that again.” Chan demands, sounding desperate, and you gather all the strength you had left to pick your head up and look up at him. With how close you were, you were pressed nose to nose, Chan leaning down even further so your forehead pressed together. You meet eyes, and you shudder at the intensity of his gaze, suddenly looking much more animalistic than before. Ah.

Bullseye.

“Was made for you.” You murmur again, clearer now, arms coming up to wrap around Chan’s shoulders for leverage as he used you to get to his own orgasm. “I take your cock well because you’ve ruined me for anybody else, Chan,” you admit, eyes shaking. “Nobody’s ever— ever going to make me feel like this. Like you do- oh, fuck!”

You feel Chan bristling at the mention of someone else, and despite your fuzzy mind, you rush to placate him. “I’m yours, baby. Just yours.” you swear, cupping his cheek and forcing him to focus his gaze on you. You needed him to understand. “Any way you want. All of me. I’m all yours.”

Chan’s hips stutter, and he leans down to press your mouths together again. He’s moving too much to have your lips locked in a proper kiss, but he nibbles your lips, breathing heavily as he whispers, “Mine.” over and over again against your jaw.

Your legs come up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him. The pleasure and pain was so blurred that it was making you tear up again, but you pull him closer and beg him to go harder.

There’s a certain urgency to his thrusts now, more frantic and more desperate now that he’s let himself go, and you relish in his unrestrained groans and moans mixing with your own.

“Y/N,” he calls, voice guttural, and just the sounds of his fucked out voice saying your name has you tightening immediately again, making both you and Chan gasp. “Shit, baby, wait, I’m close- where-“

“Inside.” You beg, now nose to nose to Chan as he leaned his forehead on top of yours, eyes searching frantically. “Inside. I told you earlier, didn’t I?”

Chan groans, a loud and raw sound that vibrates against your chest, especially when he ducks his head down to the side so you were cheek to cheek now. You feel his teeth nip at your earlobe, low moans loud in your ear as his thrusts get more sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Y/N, are you-“

“I’m sure, Chan.” You turn your head, and your lips brush against his ear when you beg, “cum inside me. I want to feel it, want you to fuck your cum back into me. Please.”

Chan grunts, cock pulsing inside you at the thought. He was so close— teetering right at the edge as you continued to clench around him and whisper filthy things in his ear.

The last straw is when you tug his head back just in time, forcibly making your gazes meet when you whisper,

“Please, baby. Remind me that I’m yours.”

Chan’s jaw clenches, teeth grinding together as he finally stills and pumps his cum into you. The first spurt has you gasping noisily, clutching onto Chan tightly as he fills you up. You maintain eye contact for one glorious moment, but Chan’s eyes eventually flutter shut due to the overwhelming pleasure. You watch as his head lolls back, throat working out grunts and moans, complete bliss on his face.

The look is what triggers your fourth and final orgasm; dry and painfully, painfully good.

When he picks his head back up, your lips meet in a bruising kiss, tongues sliding against each other and teeth clacking as you both ride out your orgasm, him milking his cock inside you.

If you were filled before, you were bursting at the seams now.

Chan doesn’t pull out for a couple of minutes, the both of you catching your breath. But when he does finally pull out you immediately hiss, clearly oversensitive.

You clench unconsciously, but it’s no use, because you’re already shuddering from the feeling of Chan’s cum trailing out your hole.

Chan swallows, eyes staring intently at the way you clenched and unclenched with his cum dripping out of you, and he curses when his spent dick gives an interested twitch.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you croak out, shaking as you stretch your legs out. “If you so much as touch me right now, I might pass out.”

Chan’s lips quirk at the playfulness in your tone, but he knew there was some truth to your words. So he asks you if he can go get something to clean you up, only moving when you give him a clear response of yes. He’s back with a clean, damp cotton towel a minute later, as well as a bottle of water.

You groan in thanks when he makes you drink, patiently waiting until you’re finished to call your attention.

“Baby,” he calls, and you turn your head to face him. He holds the towel up as a form of a question, and you sigh, knowing it was better than nothing. You weren’t in any position to shower right now.

“Be careful, pl-“

“Shh.” Chan smoothes, starting by rubbing a thumb on your thigh. You were so high-strung that even that simple touch startled you, but Chan takes his sweet time and doesn’t rush you, distracting you with kisses every time you spasm.

He finishes cleaning you up soon enough, doing all the work and refusing to let you lift even a finger. You end up cuddled together after, just basking in each other’s warmth and your post-orgasm glows.

Sex with Chan was always amazing, because no matter how slow or how hard and fast you two went, it always ended in sweet kisses and cuddling. Chan never takes his hands off you, not even for a second, always attentive to your needs and wants. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the whole wide world.

In the background, a phone pings, jolting you out of your daze.

“Babe,” Chan calls when he unlocks his phone, chuckling under his breath. “I really did fuck you six ways to sunday.”

You prop your head up on his arm, peering up at his phone lazily. The first thing you see is a picture of you on the lockscreen, taken from when you were napping on his studio couch. The second thing you see is the time and date.

Sunday, 1:34 am.

You snort, turning away from the harsh glare of his phone to bury your face in his bicep. “That wasn’t even six. That was like— three. Or four at most. I don’t know. I blacked out.”

Chan snickers, locking his phone and tossing it on the nightstand. He’ll deal with the notifications tomorrow. For now...

He turns back to you, lips tugging into a smirk as he trails the tip of his fingers down your back, making you shudder.

“Wanna make it six, then? We still have time.”

You immediately yelp, slapping his hand away and rolling off him. You wiggle under the covers, tucking it around you to shield your body away from Chan’s hands.

“Are you crazy?! I can’t even feel my lower half!” You squawk, glaring at him from where you’re peeking behind the covers.

Chan laughs, that squeaky loud laugh you love that has his whole body shaking and eyes crinkling. He crawls over to you and nuzzles his face on top of your head, giggles pressing against your hair.

“Babyyy,” he whines, still laughing. “Let me in. I’m cold.”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “What will you trade me?”

Chan’s eyebrows wiggle. “Your blanket for my body.”

You groan in disgust, turning your body away from your laughing boyfriend. Chan usually thinks he’s soooo hilarious, and he believes you do too.

Hiding, you bite back a smile.

“Yah,” he complains now, wrapping his lanky limbs around your burrito looking form from behind. “Come out already. I wanna cuddle.”

You wiggle out the covers soon enough, because you truthfully wanted to cuddle too, and plus, Chan’s pecs were nice to lie on. He welcomes you in his arms easy, huffing out a laugh when you smooch one of his pecs lovingly.

“I’m kinda hungry.” You admit after a few minutes, making Chan groan in disbelief.

“You’re insatiable. There’s no end to that stomach, is there?” Chan asks rhetorically, and you open your mouth to answer because you want to annoy him, but Chan catches you before you could. His hand comes up to cover your mouth, though his hand was so big that he ends up covering your nose as well. “Nope. Shut up. Quiet now.”

You laugh behind his hand, squirming and struggling until he finally relents when you lick his palm. And as if he didn’t just fuck his cum into you earlier, Chan scrunches his face and says, “Gross.”

You scoff. “You fuck me well into the next day and you’re expecting me not to get hungry?!”

“But this kitchen is so far,” Chan whines, even though you didn’t really ask him to get food for you. You’re just about to tell him that, when he adds, “-but fine. I’ll miss you for all the time that it takes you to get food.”

Chan flops back on the bed, eyes shut and clearly expecting you to leave. You squawk, pretending to be offended and swatting at his chest. “You’re just going to let your girlfriend go out into the night like that?! When I can’t even walk?!”

Chan opens one eye, amused. “The night is just 15 steps away.”

“Fine.” you huff, scooting back to your position. You drop your head down on Chan’s chest-- hard-- making him yelp. “I wasn’t even that hungry anyway. And we don’t even have food.”

He laughs, hand automatically finding its way to your hair. “I’ll get you whatever you want tomorrow, I promise. We’ll get brunch on the way to getting groceries, okay? How about that?”

You sniffle. “I want chicken.”

Chan rolled his eyes, but there was no heat behind it, just fondness. “Then we’ll get chicken.”

“‘kay.”

You sigh happily, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Chan’s fingers carding through your hair. His pecs were the perfect pillows, and combined with your post-sex exhaustion and Chan’s warmth, you were sure you were about to fall sleep. Dreamland was one step away, and you’re just about to fall into the waiting arms of a deep sleep when suddenly--

Chan’s stomach growls. Loud.

You burst out laughing, body curling up and shaking as you turn to Chan, who was hiding his face behind his arms in embarrassment.

“And I’m the insatiable one?”

“Not one word.” Chan huffs, refusing to meet your eyes as he grabs some clothes to throw at you. They land on your face, a move you knew was deliberate because you were still giggling.

Chan was the cutest when he was flustered, and even in the dim lighting of your room, you could see how red his ears were.

So you both bundle up— in only a few articles of clothing since it was an unusually hot night— just for the sake of looking decent. Chan wiggles in some sweatpants, and you slip on his shirt and boxers.

When you get up from the bed, Chan-- ever the gentleman that he is-- genuinely panics when you flail due to your legs buckling, and his arms are around you holding you up before you could even blink.

“You really can’t walk?” Chan asks, sounding hilariously horrified.

“No-” you laugh, “don’t look so scared. You didn’t break me, idiot. I can definitely still walk, just let me get used to it.”

But Chan seemed to think otherwise, because suddenly, your feet are off the ground and you’re being carried bridal style. You yelp, arms coming up to lock around Chan’s neck so you don’t fall.

“What.” This is the second time you’ve been carried to the kitchen in under a day, courtesy of your muscly boyfriend who seemed to think picking people up was something you can do casually.

“It’d take too long. I’m hungry.” Chan huffs, and you roll your eyes, amused. Chan could be a baby when he was hungry, and this was evident in how he rummages through the fridge with little huffs after he sets you down.

“There’s nothing to eat.” He sighs, as if the both of you didn’t already know that.

You groan, leaning against the counter. “I’m pretty sure we have ice cream?”

“That’s not very healthy.” Chan frowns, but opens the freezer door anyway and grabs the tub when he sees it.

You only turn around for a second to get a spoon, but when you face Chan again, he’s already sitting cross-legged on the floor, brows furrowed as he attempts to use the lid to scoop out some ice cream. You huff out a breath, exasperated and fond at the same time.

He looks up at the sound, then grins when you meet eyes. He opens his arms then, beckoning you over, and you carefully sit between his legs. Chan shifts a little bit to the side, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You move your hair to the other side so it won’t bother Chan, and he presses a quick peck to your now exposed cheek in thanks.

You yelp when Chan places the icy tub on your bare thighs, then glare when he just giggles. Chan’s shirt was huge on you, so he pulled it over your knees, giving the tub of ice cream a blanket of sorts to sit on and sparing your thighs.

Then, he takes the spoon from your hand, stabbing it through the iced treat with all the strength of a man who works out.

It barely pokes through. The ice cream was too frozen.

But you still wow exaggeratedly in an attempt to boost his ego, squealing when Chan digs his free hand on your side and tickles you. The spoon still gets a tiny, tiny bit of ice cream though, and you hate that you still blush when Chan feeds it to you.

“I think we have to wait for this to melt.” Chan says, blowing on the tub. Your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, giggling.

“Why are you blowing on it, then?”

“Why am I- oh.”

You laugh at the dumbstruck expression on Chan’s face, finally realizing he was unconsciously blowing on frozen ice cream. Your laugh echoes throughout the apartment, and it’s only at that moment that you realized how quiet it was. The refrigerator hums beside you two, but other than that and some cars passing by outside, it was complete silence.

You realize how dark it was too, the only light sources coming from the refrigerator, and your bedroom.

“Shouldn’t we turn on the light?” You ask, and Chan looks up from where he’s violently stabbing the ice cream.

“Eh. Fridge works. Plus it’s hot, so I’m not closing this.” Chan shrugs, then pauses when he sees the look on your face. He chuckles, pulling you closer to him by the waist. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m right here, remember?”

“I’m not scared,” you scoff, but scoot closer to Chan anyway.

The ice cream eventually melts enough for the spoon to dig in, and you and Chan take turns feeding each other. Chan had his back against some drawers, while you were tucked between Chan’s legs, head on his shoulder and ice cream tub on your stomach. The condensation was wetting your shirt and making the cold seep to your stomach, but you didn’t mind. You were too comfortable to move.

Chan was making a habit of kissing you after he fed you a spoon, and you liked the feeling of his cold lips tasting like strawberries more than you’d like to admit. Some tongue slips in after a while, but it doesn’t go any further than that, both of you too exhausted.

The dim light of the fridge casts a yellowish hue on yours and Chan’s lower halves, creating shadows. You play with that for a moment, wiggling your legs and making shadow puppets of animals with your hands. Chan watches you silently, so silent that you think for a moment that he’d fallen asleep.

But then he drops the spoon into the tub— and all while keeping his other arm around your waist— reaches a hand out to the light so it creates a shadow, and shapes his hand into…

...half of a heart.

You grin stupidly, and the way your heart rattles inside your chest shouldn’t be normal. At all. You had to get checked out. This was the type of cheesy things Chan loved to do daily, yet you reacted to each and every one of them like it’s his first time doing so.

He loved leaving heart doodles on the whiteboard by the fridge that had your schedules in it, particularly hearts that were next to your name. He dedicates songs to you, writes about you, and even sings to you when you want him to. He stops by the practice room when he knows you’re inside, slipping in quickly to say hello and kiss your forehead, uncaring of the loud teasing from trainees.

But if you couldn’t say hello, if you were in the middle of something, he always, always made sure to leave a heart on the mirrors that were fogged up from intense dancing. Sometimes it would just be a heart, sometimes it was a doodle. Other times it was a message like; good luck, or see you at lunch, or hey sexy with a winking face.

Most of the time, it’s three simple words.

I love you, it would read.

“Yah,” Chan complains, jolting you out of your sappy stupor. “Are you going to leave me hanging?”

He’s frowning now, wiggling the little half heart around impatiently. You grin at that, muttering about how he was being a baby and making him huff. But then you finally reach forward, painfully aware of how your heart jumped from doing this one simple action.

You complete the heart, and you both watch the shadow that it forms.

Chan sighs happily, turning his head to press a quick, cold kiss to your cheek. You knew the heart wasn’t going to stay for long, since your arms would get tired, but Chan doesn’t break the heart to pull away.

Instead, he intertwines your fingers, letting the shadow from some weird version of your hands together, and it’s only then that he brings your hands back. You grin as you lean back against him again, Chan wrapping both arms around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

At 2:04 am, you sit with Chan on the kitchen floor, the refrigerator both illuminating and cooling your bodies, empty ice cream tub beside you.

2:08 am, Chan carries you back to your bedroom. Not because you couldn’t walk still, but because he loved the feeling of you in his arms, head tucked safely into the crook of his neck.

2:09 am, you and Chan slip under the covers, and you giggle when he scolds you about kicking off the blanket in your sleep. You placate him with a kiss and a promise to keep him warm.

And at 2:16 am on a Sunday, after a couple more kisses and hushed sweet nothings, you end up with your ear pressed against Chan’s chest, the beating of his heart combined with his quiet breathing lulling you sleep.

Chan stays awake for a couple minutes more, ensuring you were comfortable and finally resting. He wraps his around you when you shift in your sleep, hand automatically cupping the back of your head. Keeping you close, right where his heart was. He knew you weren’t going anywhere, but every second with you was something he knew he had to treasure.

“Y/N,” he sighed, burying his face in your hair. “I love you. So much. Too much, I think. Sometimes I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself.” he pauses, swallowing. “Honestly… just saying it doesn’t feel enough anymore. How can I show you I love you? At this point, I want to grab every person in the street and list out all the reasons why.”

He snorts at the mental image, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. “That sounds a bit crazy, isn’t it? I have an infinite number of reasons… so if I do that to every single person, how long would that take me? Huh. Should I really do the math on that?” he pauses, then: “God, even in your sleep you’re driving me crazy.”

You murmur something in your sleep, catching his attention. You were mumbling nonsense, but when his hand cups your cheek, you quiet down.

Smiling wistfully, he adds, “but... I don’t care. Really, Y/N, I’ll give you all my love if it means staying like this with you forever.”

Pressing one last kiss to your forehead, Chan finally gets comfortable and closes his eyes.

He’s much more vulnerable when he knows you’re asleep because he’d be too flustered if you replied, but the responding snore you give him a few seconds later makes him laugh again. Maybe you were unconsciously trying to respond to him, maybe you were just really deep in dreamland.

Either way, Chan falls asleep with a smile on his face, and the love of his life in his arms.

Sunday, 12:47 pm.

The brunch Chan had promised turns into a late lunch, because by the time you both woke up the next-- the same?-- day, it was already quarter past noon.

True to your predictions last night, you were sore. Chan runs you a hot bath, genuinely looking worried now, but you assure him that it wasn’t something that a few painkillers couldn’t fix. But he still looked uneasy, so you raised an eyebrow.

“What, you’re gonna regret the way you fucked me until I cried?”

Chan turns as red as a tomato, and you laugh as he spins on his heel and leaves you in the bathroom, shouting something about getting the medicine.

It did hurt, but you kind of liked it, considering the reason why you were sore. Chan frowns and questions why you were red in the face when he gets back, worried you were getting a fever, but you just flush even more and shoo him away.

When you get out of the bath, the first thing that greets you is the smell of chicken. Chan must have ordered while you bathed, and your heart warms at the thought of your boyfriend remembering your hunger and craving for chicken.

That is, until you find Chan on the couch already munching on a drumstick. He looks up at you in alarm when you walk in, face guilty.

“God, you’re insatiable.” You mock with your best impression of Chan’s voice, and the attempt makes him laugh too much to be mad about it.

You gorge yourselves on chicken and soda, some reruns of an anime you both love playing on the TV. You’re barely paying attention, more focused on the fan you had turned on blowing cool air on your face and the feeling of Chan massaging your feet.

You don’t even notice that you drifted off, jolting awake to the sound of an explosion coming from the TV. You must have been asleep for a while, because the table was clear of any takeout boxes and soda cans. At that moment, Chan comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered. He smiles when he sees you squinting at him, disoriented and half awake.

“Come on, baby. Time to get groceries.”

You didn’t bother to dress up much, considering it was hot out and you were not about to put fashion first and experience a possible heat stroke. So you steal another one of Chan’s shirts, ignoring his half-hearted protests.

He had plenty of other shirts. He could use those.

Chan gives you a look when you come bounding out of the bedroom in his shirt, but you knew he liked his clothes on you. The pink tinging his cheeks was more than enough proof. Plus, you had a diversion.

“Help me?” You ask, and Chan tilts his head, confused. But then you bring out a box, velvet and rectangular and blue.

It was the box that holds the necklace Chan gifted you for your birthday, and considering your profession, you couldn’t wear it everyday, hating the thought of it being drenched in sweat or god forbid, breaking while you dance.

So you wear it on your off days, keeping it in the box most of the time to be safe. Chan chuckles, smiling stupidly as he takes the necklace out the box, snorting when you scold him to be careful with it.

“Alright, alright. Just turn around, will you?” You huff, but turn around obediently, moving your hair away so Chan could do it easily. The cool metal of the necklace settling against your neck has you shivering, but so does the soft kiss that Chan presses on your exposed nape and shoulder. The pendant— a compass— sits between your collarbones, and you hold it between your fingers gently, feeling giddy.

Chan watches you with a soft smile for a few seconds, taking you in. It’s only when he notices the time that he regretfully bursts your bubble, grabbing your attention with a kiss to your cheek and taking your free hand in his.

“Ready?” he asks, eyes shining, and your heart flutters.

“Yeah.” You smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Let’s go.”

And though your diversion had worked for a moment, you knew yourself that it wouldn’t last. Chan still complains as you walk down the street, intertwined hands swinging between you, talking about how he had nothing to wear.

“You should just walk around shirtless then.” You suggest, winking, and you barely manage to stop an embarrassing shriek when Chan pretends to trip you. There was no way you were going to fall though, because Chan had a tight grip on your arms, but you still punch him on the shoulder for it.

Chan reacts dramatically, exaggerating his yelp of pain, as if he didn’t have hard muscle surrounding his entire body. You roll your eyes, leaving him on the sidewalk, ignoring his calls of your name mixed with his laughter.

You laugh and stumble on the way to the grocery store like idiots, and the time it took for you to get there probably took twice the time than it originally would, with how much you two were goofing off. But you do eventually get there in one piece, albeit breathless and giggly.

You guys had no specific routine for grocery shopping, just that there was a limit to snacks, and it was 5 for each of you. No more than that.

(This rule is usually never followed, but you guys keep it and remind each other of it at the entrance, just for the sake of acting like you were responsible adults who could control their cravings and knew how to stick to their budget.)

Thus, grocery shopping with you was always an experience, because you and Chan were both very passionate about food and would sometimes have different opinions. It would end in tiny fights, but it gets resolved just as quickly as it starts.

Either Chan relents because you looked cute and he secretly wants it, or you relent because Chan looked cute and you secretly want it.

So more often than not, other shoppers would find two people disputing in the middle of some aisle, and it’s just the two of you hissing back and forth about the pros and cons of a certain product.

Like now.

“We don’t eat that cereal. You don’t even like how it tastes.”

“You don’t like how it tastes. I ate the entire bag when we last bought this.”

Chan raises an eyebrow. “And did you do that willingly?”

“Well, no, but-” You stomp your foot, frustrated. All the tantrum does is bring a smile to Chan’s face, which wasn’t what you wanted. You weren’t being cute. You needed him to understand. “Ah, you know I don’t like wasting food!”

“So, why, pray tell, do you want to buy that?”

“Because-” you start, and Chan flicks his gaze down to the cereal in your hands, confused. But then you turn the box around and-

Ah.

“Look,” you point at the bowl stuck on the back of the box, grinning excitedly. “They have an ugly black cat now.”

Simply put, the box that you were holding was a brand of cereal that was for kids, and the taste of the actual cereal was too medicine-y for you and Chan. However, the sole reason you had bought one before is because of the freebie the cereal came with, a small plastic bowl with a white cat painted on it.

To be honest, the cat was kind of ugly and terrifying looking, but you were drawn to it for inexplicable reasons. Chan, who was unknowing of the taste of the cereal at that time, simply nodded and let you take the box home.

The cereal itself was crossed out from the very first taste, but you’ve both grown fond of the ugly white cat bowl, sometimes using it for non-cereal things.

(Like wine, after a long, long day at work. It typically consists of the bowl being passed back and forth between you two, instead of just chugging the entire bottle down like animals. You both had too much class for that.)

Chan sighs exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. But your excitement was infectious, and he finds himself smiling at the ugly little thing too.

Still, he tries to be the responsible adult and reasons, “you’re already 3 snacks past the limit. Plus, don’t we already have a bowl at home?”

“I know we do! But look at this black cat, Channie. Ugly White Cat can get a friend, plus if we get another bowl, that means we can match. Matching ugly cat bowls.” You explain, holding the box up to his face and wiggling it. “Think about it.”

And Chan did think about it for a moment. You really didn’t need another bowl, having plenty enough for the two of you and possible guests, but the prospect of matching with you…

And ugly white cat did look kind of lonely...

Fuck. He was getting too weak for this. You look at him with wide eyes, pleading and seemingly innocent, but you knew what effect that had on him.

He sighs, but there’s a smile on his face when he grumbles. “Fine.”

You cheer, pressing a long kiss to his cheek before you scramble away again, mentioning something about juice boxes.

Chan watches you skip down the aisle, grinning at the way your arms clutched the cereal box close to your chest, as if someone was going to take it away from you. He watches until you reach the end, crouching down at the selection of juice boxes.

He knew you took your juice box selection very seriously, evident in the way you were frowning and reading label packages. You looked kind of ridiculous, Chan’s old shirt bunched around your waist and a cereal box with some toy for kids tucked in your arms.

His shirt, which was entirely too big for you, starts sliding down your shoulders due to your crouched position. This reveals your neck, and he flushes when he sees memories of last night blooming on your skin.

And even from this distance, he sees the necklace and the way it glints, making you look much more ethereal.

After a few seconds, you apparently read something you didn’t like, because your head snaps up suddenly, catching Chan’s attention just so you could point at a box and make a disgusted face.

Chan laughs, despite not knowing what the hell you just pointed to. But you seem to be satisfied by his response, because you grace him with the prettiest smile, the one that he loved among your many other smiles— the one that makes your eyes crinkle and your cheeks bigger.

Chan’s breath catches in his throat at the sight. Something in his heart sings.

He loves you. He was so in love with you that it hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life by your side. To sleep with you, wake up with you, argue about groceries in pajamas with you, have matching ugly cat bowls with you, and come home with you— all of that. Always.

So when you turn back to your juice boxes, Chan hurriedly pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contact list quickly and tapping the call button on a familiar name.

Chan and you meet eyes again when you hold up two juice boxes of different flavors for him to pick. He knows immediately that you picked the orange one because he likes it, but Chan also knows that you couldn’t stand the orange flavor. So he tilts his head to the right, choosing apple.

You blink in surprise, but he could tell you were trying to hide the fact that you were giddy he picked apple. He smiles softly, heart singing again.

On his phone, the call he made finally picks up on the fifth ring.

“Hey, Bin? You busy? No, no, we’re fine. Yeah, I just-- remember the jewellery shop we went to last month? Do you still have their address? Yeah, that one. I threw mine out because I didn’t want Y/N to suspect anything.”

A pause, then he snorts, “I’m aware I just bought her a necklace, yes. But I’m not buying a necklace this time. Really. Yeah, um. Well, I think I—“ Chan swallows, eyes nervously going back to you.

You had both the cereal and juice box in your arms now, seemingly on your way back to Chan, but then you get distracted by free samples of cheese. You pretend to reject the offer for a moment, but falter in your step when the saleslady tries again. Chan snorts softly when you take five samples unashamedly, heart singing louder.

Will you wait for me? / Of course. You know I always will.

You were the only one who ever made him feel like this.

Honestly… just saying it doesn’t feel enough anymore. How can I show you I love you?

I’ll give you all my love if it means staying like this with you forever.

Your eyes meet again. You’ve balanced the plate of cheese on top of your boxes, face looking all too proud and excited as you gestured to the cheese, beckoning him over. He nods, indicating he’ll be there, and you go back to talking animatedly with the saleslady.

“Hyung?” Changbin’s voice on the other line calls, waiting for him to continue. “You think...?”

“Ah, no… I’m sure.” Chan smiles giddily, heart now creating symphonies in his chest. He’s never been more sure in his life.

All of this. Always.

“A ring. I’m buying a ring.”

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Two Kooks vs. One Pogue

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Summary: While leaving early from a long shift at your job as a barista, you run into a some Kooks who don't have a good intentions. These douche bags won't leave you the hell alone. When things get a little rough, the police are called which leads to you being picked up by Officer Shoupe but things lead to another and you're met with JJ Maybank arriving to save you from the Sheriff's station.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

By the Seaside -> café you work at

Warnings:

Language

Mentions of blood, injuries, etc...

JJ Maybank x-reader

People walked in and out of the cafe's double doors. Different sweet smells filled the air around me while people sat down with friends or family, enjoying their orders. I leaned against the counter as I quickly made someone a green tea smoothie. A couple seconds later and the drink was finished. "I've got a green tea smoothie for Mike," I called, setting the plastic cup town. The man got up from the bench to make his way over to the counter.

"Have a great day," I greeted. "You too miss," he replied and picked up the cup then stepped through the front doors of the café. Margaret - my boss - stood behind the register, typing some customer's orders into the tablet. I wiped down the back counter with a damp rag before dropping the rag into a bin. My boss handed Catherine - a fellow employee - the customer's cup for their smoothie.

She grabbed the cup from Margaret and set some strawberries and bananas into the bottom of the plastic cup. "Hey, Y/N. There's a terrible storm coming through Kildare Island. You can leave early if you'd like," my boss said, turning to look at me. I looked up from the container of spoons.

"Alrighty, thanks Margaret," I said.

"Have a safe ride home. Tell John B I said hello," Catherine said.

I gave her a thumbs up and waved goodbye. I took the blue apron off, setting it onto the hook beside the saloon style doors. I grabbed my bag and skateboard from the back of the café then set forth towards the chateau. Sometimes when I headed home, I'd take the long way; usually stopping by the convenient store to pick up some groceries. However, since a storm was coming, I decided to take a short cut. Might not be the best idea, but I wanted to get home quicker.

The wind brushed against me as I rode down the side of the street. I smiled at the feeling of the crisp wind, happy that I was finally off of work for the next two days. Whenever a storm would come through - which was rare - my boss would give us a day or two off depending on how close we lived to the café.

I passed a couple of tall mansions but began to feel uneasy, either by the fact that these homes towered over me or something else. I shook away the feeling and continued to make my way short way home. Before turning down another street, I made sure there were no oncoming cars prior to crossing the street. A black truck sped past me, not even bothering to halt at the red stop sign.

"Guess stop signs are optional now," I mumbled.

My board picked up some rocks while I drove down the sidewalk, flying from behind the board's wheels. I was often safe with my board, other times I was a little more reckless. "Hey!" a boy yelled from a car behind me. I ignored his call and continued to ride down the sidewalk, not wanting to get myself into anything from being so close to home.

John B and JJ were probably already wondering where I was. Hopefully, my brother was preparing the chateau for the storm and wasn't macking on his girlfriend. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" the boy continued. "And I'm trying to make my way home," I commented. It had soon come to my attention that the guy who called me was the asshole who sped past me a couple blocks away.

The Kooks' truck slowed down beside me. Two boys around my age sat in front, one sporting an orange Polo while the other one wore a black and white hound's-tooth sweater; Chandler Michaelson and Owen Thatcher, the Walmart versions of Topper Thornton and Rafe Cameron.

"Look, if you don't mind, I'd really like to get home," I said, putting my feet back onto my board. The both of them chuckled sarcastically and parked the car.

Chandler walked in front of the car with Owen following pursuit. They stood ahead of me and my board, preventing me from passing them. "What's a Pogue like you doing on this side of the island?" Owen asked. "Hey, aren't you John B Routledge's little sister?" Chandler said.

"We're in the same English class, how the hell do you not know that?" I replied. The two of them snickered at my response, but not the type of laugh that you'd want to hear, the type that made your bones shake with fear.

Chandler - orange Polo guy - smirked and pushed his auburn colored hair away from his face. Owen glanced at him mischievously. "Nice board," he said, stepping forward. "Thank you? It was my dad's-hey!" my sentence was cut short by him yanking the board from me. Now this was not how I wanted this to go. I've dealt with Kooks like them before, but of course I had JJ or anyone else to back me up.

"Hey, dickhead. I'd like more board back," I remarked. Owen looked back at me with his lips formed in the shape of an 'o'. He whistled and laughed. "Damn, chick's got fire," he commented. I lunged forward, my fist colliding with his face. Owen - sweater guy - stumbled back which allowed me to grab my board from the ground. He looked back at me with a bruise appearing on his face.

I shook my hand from the feeling. "Man, this is a really nice board," Chandler said, picking up my board that Owen had dropped. Before I knew what was going to happen, without ease he was able to break my father's board in half, the only thing he had given to me before he disappeared.

"Hey! What the fuck!" I exclaimed, running forward. Chandler extended a hand and pushed me to the ground. I fell to the sidewalk with a thump, my ass hitting the concrete first.

I winced as a piece of bark pressed against my lower back. The two boys stared at me with amusement in their faces. I brought a hand back to my exposed skin, feeling a bit of blood land on my fingertips. 'Shit, that's gonna scar,' I thought.

Owen sauntered over me with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his khaki shorts. He knelt in front of me, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Now, sweetheart, mind tellin' us why you're on our side of the island?" he asked. "You don't own the island dipshit," I retorted, swinging my arm, punching him straight in the jaw. Next thing I know, my fists start to pulse with pain. My little wrestling match was interrupted by sirens blaring in the distance.

Shoupe hopped out of his car to find me being pushed off by Owen. "Hey! Hey! Routledge!" the officer yelled. He grabbed me by the shoulder and picked me up off of the ground. I hissed, pushing the officer off of me with my eyes strained on the two Kooks who had managed to flee the scene.

"Get in the damn card, kid," Shoupe ordered, roughly pushing me forward. I was able to grab my bag from the ground as well as the broken pieces of my board. Officer Shoupe hopped into the driver's seat while I was in the back. I sighed, leaning my head against the headrest.

It took everything within me to not break down from the pain pulsing through my body and the broken pieces of my skateboard. "I'm assuming I'm callin'-" Shoupe said. "JJ. I'll call him, have him pick me up," I interrupted. He didn't disagree, all he did was nod. We arrived at the station.

He walked around his car and opened up the door for me. Despite my injuries, I was able to slip my arm through the straps of the backpack. Officer Shoupe led me into the police station, ushering towards the seats in front of the desk. I plopped down with my backpack sitting in between my legs. Shoupe walked over to the receptionist, telling her what I was here for.

Luckily, Shoupe was nice enough to let me off the hook; knowing what me and John B's life was like. I let out a deep sigh and rested my head against the wall. Shoupe stepped away from the desk and turned to me.

"You're all good. Go ahead and call that boyfriend of yours," he said, pointing at me before making his way towards his officer.

I grabbed my phone from the side pocket of my backpack and quickly called JJ. "Yo, was just thinking about you. All good things, all good things. How's work going?" he questioned, not knowing that I was able to leave early. I sighed and ran a hand through my tangled hair. "About that," I said. "Damn. You didn't get fired did you?" JJ asked.

I laughed and shook my head like he could see me. Even though I was in a tough situation, he always knew when to cheer me up. "No, I didn't get fired," I answered. I heard him sigh in relief on the other end of the phone call.

"I'm at the sheriff's station. I need you to come pick me up," I claimed. JJ immediately hung up the phone which told me he already knew what happened, figuring out that I wouldn't need to explain any further.

It's funny. The two of us were so much alike. At some points it was scary how spontaneous and reckless we were, but hell, that made our relationship much more fun. Within just a couple more minutes of waiting, I heard JJ's bike sputter to a stop in front of the station.

Officer Shoupe told me that it was alright to leave. I politely thanked him and swung my bag over my shoulder. The women at the front desk waved me goodbye, glad that I was finally leaving. If I had been there any longer, I'd probably bore her to death just by talking to her.

I stepped out of the double doors of the sheriff's station to find JJ standing beside his bike wearing a white crew neck with a toothpick resting in between his lips.

He looked behind him (GIF Above) and smirked. I couldn't help but blush at the sight of him, loving the way his white t-shirt hugged his toned arms. JJ's face fell at my appearance as I favored one foot over the other when walking down the front steps.

He immediately rushed over to me. "What the hell happened?" JJ asked. "You should see the other guy," I replied, accepting his arm around my shoulder.

I felt him chuckle as he helped me over to his bike. He lifted up the back of my shirt to find a trail of blood on my lower back. "Oh! Forgot about that," I spoke, "Yeah, got stabbed by a piece of bark. No biggie."

He looked at me with raised brows, but then smirked. "That's my girl," he said. JJ took my backpack off and set it into the compartment below the seat. "John B's at Sarah's so we've got the whole house to ourselves," JJ commented, wiggling his brows.

"As much as I would love have sex with you. I'm not really in the state to do that."

"Good point."

JJ swung a leg over the seat and lightly grabbed me by the hip, making sure I safely secured around him. I wrapped my arms around his torso as he began driving us towards the chateau. About five minutes passed and the two of us got home. JJ parked his bike, putting it beside the house away from some trees. He got off and put an arm around me, giving me a hand in getting into the living room.

_____

(Later)

I hissed as JJ wiped away the blood on my lip. He held the back of my head, keeping me still so he could patch me up. Earlier, JJ said that John B had somewhat stocked the fridge which was nice given the storm that was brewing.

For every wound that my boyfriend patched up, he kissed me on the forehead. "Alright, last one," he said in reference to the one on my back. I had been stalling so he wouldn't have to tend to it, not wanting to feel anymore pain. "C'mon, it won't take long," JJ said.

"You said that about the other two," I replied.

"Yeah, I lied," he said.

I shot him the finger. He set a hand on his chest in a shocked manner like I had offended him. JJ twirled his finger, telling me to turn around. I groaned in annoyance while situating myself so I sat in front of him.

JJ slipped my sweatshirt over my head and neatly folded it on the top of the couch. He lightly kissed me on the neck prior to wiping the blood away from the gash. "Damn, that bark got you good, girl," JJ said, handing me the towel. I softly chuckled and grabbed the rag from him. It was quiet for the next minute or so as he concentrated on treating the wound of my back.

It wasn't as bad as I initially expected, not adding the constant stinging sensation whenever JJ put the Neosporin on it. I looked back at him with a thankful smile on my face. "Thanks," I said. "Don't thank me. You do it for me, time to return the favor," he replied, kissing me on the lips. I smiled into the kiss.

My breath hitched at the back of my throat at the slightest turn of my body. I pulled away from JJ. "Sorry," I said. "Don't apologize, Y/N/N. It's not your fault," he responded, "I'll go get you an ice pack."

He kissed me on the forehead again then made his way towards the kitchen. I watched him in awe as he roamed around the freezer in hopes that we had something frozen I could put on my side. I really was lucky to have JJ Maybank in my life.

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I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 8

Summary: Did someone order a fluff stuffed pizza with extra cheese?

Warnings: Language, also a bit of violence

The following day starts as most have the past week, only this time you are not dreading waking up early in the morning for a hike aka jogging at an incline with Nat. In fact, you wake up kind of pumped for it and decide to forego the usual coffee. Nat looks at you like you are crazy. You shrug. “Not all of us need caffeine to live, Natasha.”

But you do, you find out mid-hike.

“Fuck me!” you groan, dragging behind Nat.

“No, thanks. You’ve got Wanda for that,” Nat quips. When you don’t reply, she continues, “What? No comment?”

“I’m saving my energy. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. If I die here from exhaustion, hit me with a rock or something. Make it look like a cooler death,” you say. She laughs. “What happened to not needing coffee?”

“Caffeineless-Me is a delusional me. Don’t ever listen to her,” you huff.

Luckily, you smell coffee when you get back to the house. You hear voices in the kitchen and make a dramatic entrance. Clint, Pietro, and Sam’s conversation halts at your interruption. Finding Clint responsible for the coffee, you butter him up in exchange for the coffee cup he hands you. “You know, I told Laura, you were it. I said ‘Laura, you’ll never find another like this one. A king among simple men.’ True story.” Used to your antics, Clint ignores you but Pietro and Sam laugh.

You spend the afternoon at the arcade with Wanda, Pietro, and Peter. You in fact do beat Pietro at skeeball, rubbing your win in his face. He beats you at everything else. It’s hard to be a sore loser though when you are too busy having fun and entertaining Wanda.

Wanda pulls you all into a photo booth. The group does their best to fit in what is meant to be a two person booth. Wanda ends up on your lap, you sitting next to Pietro, and Peter sticking his head into the frame. You shoo the boys out after the group photos, wanting a strip of you and Wanda. Despite the free space, Wanda stays seated on your lap, not that you mind it. The first two photos are silly. You kiss her cheek for the third and simply smile for the last one in which Wanda sports a blush looking at you.

You ask Wanda if she is ready to go to the bookstore yet, not forgetting what you promised. She refrains from saying yes when a game calls her attention. She says you can leave after one more game. Wanda challenges you to Guitar Hero and the results are embarrassing. You stare at her score in shock. You refuse to believe it. “What? There is no way! How?” She giggles when you turn your face to her with your hands on your cheeks. “No wonder you’re so good with your hands.”

She blushes at your comment. “Do you play guitar?” You ask, but before she can confirm or deny, you stop her, “Wait, no. I don’t want to know. ‘Cause if you do, that’s too attractive and we can’t have that.”

“Why not?” She tilts her head to the side.

“Because it will ruin our dynamic, You see, we both bring certain things to the table. You bring in the kind hearted, easy on the eyes superhero thing to the table. Me, I bring in the funny, cute, one year away from graduating college kid thing. My two years playing the trumpet as a child could never match even the thought of you holding a guitar,” you explain.

Wanda looks at you curiously. She smiles cheekily, before saying, “I’ll have to play for you someday then.” She laughs when you groan saying she ruined it all and tugs you by the hand to where the prizes are. You both trade your tickets in for small inflatable sledge hammers that you immediately use against each other standing off to the side of the prizes booth. You feel the employee who helped you out stare at you both and feel like you are getting in trouble, so you stop hitting Wanda.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” the employee says. “The two of you just make a really cute couple.”

“Oh,” you say surprised, but you don’t correct him, unbeknownst to you, making Wanda suppress a smile. “Thanks.”

“Come on, you promised me a bookstore,” Wanda says, taking your hand and pulling you toward the exit. You spend an hour in the cute bookstore, which Wanda could have easily made two but she took pity on you, seeing you get a little restless walking around the store in circles. She leaves the store with two new books in hand that you had insisted on buying and a smile on her face as you hold the door open for her.

“I would say ‘I got you next time’ but I wouldn’t want to force you to actually read words on paper,” she jokes.

You roll your eyes at her playful remark. “No, we wouldn’t want that.”

“So, how about we get some ice cream instead?” she offers, hoping to spend a little more time with you out in the town. Your ears perk up at those words. “Now we’re talking, Maximoff!”

“That reminds me. You still haven’t told me your last name.”

“And I’m not talking.” You mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key. Wanda jokes, “Well that’s a first. That was the only key, right?”

Wanda laughs when you roll your eyes and eagerly take the bag with her books out of her hand to carry it instead, replacing it with your own as you practically drag her to the ice cream shop. She tries not to react when halfway to the shop you interlace your fingers and smile at her, but her heart doesn’t get the message.

Tanya smiles when she sees you both back again at the shop. She raises an eyebrow, looking at your hands in question. You catch her look and shake your head in denial at Tanya while Wanda is busy looking at the flavors of ice cream. Tanya purses her lips disapprovingly and you nearly groan. Wanda turns to you and asks if you know what you want, unaware of the silent conversation that occurred before her.

You tell her to order hers first. Although you see her eyeing the strawberry flavor for a good amount of time, she orders the cotton candy flavor. You look at her surprised. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

“Well, in that case, Tanya, I will have two scoops of the strawberry on a cone, please and thank you,” you order. Wanda gives you the same look you’d given her, so you decide to throw her words back at her. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

Wanda pays for your ice creams, which of course Tanya would not let slide without commentary. “She’s making you pay for the ice cream? It’s no wonder Y/N stays single. You would think she’d know how to treat a lady.” Tanya shakes her head at you, making you scoff. Wanda laughs but defends you. “She does. This is a small thank you for how well she’s actually done that.”

“Yeah, Tanya! You hear that? I treat people well,” you reiterate as you take your prepared cone from Tanya. “I even did as you said and took her to the fair.” As if it is so unbelievable, Tanya looks at Wanda for confirmation and looks nearly impressed when Wanda nods. You add to pick on Wanda, “All for her to dance with someone else for most of the night.”

This time she scoffs and you try to suppress your smile at how easy you could rile her up. “It was one song,” she defends herself. When she sees that you’re just pulling her leg, she huffs, “You’re annoying,” and goes to sit at the small table by the entrance. Tanya speaks up when you just stand there looking after Wanda with a smile. “Don’t leave her to eat alone now.”

Tanya’s voice startles you out of your trance and you make your way to sit across from Wanda. “It was two songs,” you say, continuing the banter. Wanda retorts before trying her ice cream, “Two. One. What’s the difference?”

“He got one more song with you than I did,” you shrug. You see her make a face of disappointment at the flavor she chose. She replies, “It could have been none with him if someone just asked earlier.”

“Noted. I will let someone know and pass on the message for you,” you tease, earning you a light kick under the table from Wanda while you start with your ice cream. You can only watch her struggle to eat her ice cream and look at yours longingly for so long, before you eventually just snatch hers from her hand.

“Hey! I was eating that,” she complains.

“Oh, is that what you were doing? That was a very sad attempt at best. Here, try again,” you say and hand her the rest of your strawberry ice cream. She tries to hand yours back. “I’m not going to take your cone. It’s not the one I ordered.”

You shove the rest of the ice cream you stole into your mouth and eat it as quickly as you can. Wanda stares at you in shock. You try not to make a face at the brain freeze you get. “Well, I just finished yours so now you have no choice.”

Wanda giggles. “You have a brain freeze, don’t you?”

Nothing gets past this woman. You try to deny it anyway. “Nope. Brain warm, actually.”

You don’t fail to make her laugh. She thanks you and you smile as she finishes the strawberry ice cream. You decide to head back to the arcade before the guys get worried. You are surprised they have yet to call or text to ask where you and Wanda were. Wanda says she wouldn’t be surprised if they did not even notice your absence.

Someone spots you making your way out of the ice cream shop with Wanda and decides to approach you. “Well, well, well. Look who it is,” a loud voice taunts you, making you and Wanda turn your heads to see a guy your age and not so much taller than Wanda approach you. You know him as Abby’s (grocery store lady’s daughter) ex-boyfriend.

You don’t try to delude yourself into thinking this exchange could be an exchange of simple pleasantries especially given your history and the condescending sneer he throws your way. You huff, mumbling under your breath, “Never move to a small town, Wanda.”

She gives you a questioning look but you ignore it as the ex-boyfriend stands before you both. You give him an obviously fake smile, acknowledging his presence. “Jack,” you say tiredly, not wanting to give anyone the impression you want to actually interact with him. He, on the other hand, has a bone to pick with you and does not plan to let you off easily.

“Y/N, I see some things never change.” He laughs bitterly, giving Wanda the once over. Not appreciating this, you try to avert his attention back to you and speak in a more fed up tone. “What do you want?”

“What? I can’t say hi to your little girlfriend? You were always so eager to say hello to mine. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t show the same courtesy,” he says, scorn clear in his voice. You really do not have it in you to put up with him and the mess you made that you never dealt with, but you’ve had enough of this biting you in the ass at every corner in this town.

“Look, what I did wasn’t cool. I know, okay? I’m genuinely sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration or talking to you about it before and ignoring the whole thing after it happened. Alright? Can we just move on from this?” you ask, sincerely. Jack looks at you in shock as you await his answer, wanting nothing but to finally move past this mess. Wanda on her end is impressed by your ability to recognize a mistake and apologize. You can feel her looking at you and Jack notices it too, the act riling him up more than anything.

When Jack saw you, he finally found his chance to let everything he was holding back out and seeing you with someone else only assured him he was right about you being this asshole who just goes around stealing people’s girlfriends. He was not expecting an apology. Although it seems to be sincere, it still does not satisfy him and seeing the girl you’re with looking at you the way she is because of it just ticks him off.

So he doesn’t accept your apology. Instead, he turns to Wanda. “It’s a little late for apologies, L/N. Hey, sweetheart. Some advice, best go apologize to your boyfriend before it’s too late, ‘cause whatever you think this is,” he says waving between you and Wanda, “it’s not gonna last.”

Trying to form some semblance of a safety blanket against his fiery gaze, you pull Wanda to stand behind you. Now you’re feeling very irritated. You’re not going to hit him or anything of that nature. God knows you would only hurt yourself. You’ve always strayed away from getting into fights. Besides, why bruise your fists when you could bruise his ego?

“Hey, assface. What do you know about lasting? Last I heard you weren’t doing too well with that. Some advice for you,” you taunt him, using the same tone he did with Wanda, “when you are finally doing something right, which you’ll know since Abby’s not really a quiet one, give her neck a little squeeze and-” You snap smugly. “She can thank me later.”

The whole time you were talking, you could practically see steam coming out of his ears. It’s logical to stay clear when you see the signs of a volcano about to erupt, but when you are standing two feet away from the danger zone, it’s a little hard to avoid getting hurt. You see it coming but you are not quick enough to dodge it. Suddenly, your ass is on the sidewalk, vision impaired as your hand covers the left side of your face that is throbbing in pain. Wanda would say her vision is also impaired as all she sees is red. Not caring if anyone sees, she uses her magic to hold him by the throat, red wisps tightening around his neck. She sees the panic in his eyes but doesn’t ease up.

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her again. In fact, from now on you don’t talk to her unless she’s speaking to you. Don’t look at her unless she calls your name,” Wanda threatens him, her voice deadly calm, you would almost define it as soothing. Jack wouldn’t. “You know who I am, don’t you?” Jack nods to the best of his abilities, starting to feel light headed. “If you even think about touching her again, I’ll know.”

She releases her magical hold. He coughs, bringing back oxygen into his lungs. Jack sees the red fade from the witch’s eyes but her stare still holds a fire. Not wanting to enrage the witch any further, he sprints away as soon as she says, “Leave.”

As soon as he is out of sight, Wanda turns to check on you. She finds you already on your feet but your hand is still over your face. She pries your hand away and sees the damage, a bruise already forming over your cheek. You flinch when she prods it gently. Wanda gives you a questioning look when you unexpectedly giggle.

“Sorry, it’s just. Nat always said my big mouth would get me into trouble like this one day. I was really hoping she would be wrong about this one,” you explain, looking away from her but still giggling. Wanda doesn’t find it funny. She gently takes your chin to face her. “It’s not your fault. He had no right to lay a finger on you.”

Wanda’s intense stare doesn’t waver. It’s almost demanding you to understand that what happened can’t be brushed off as a joke and it works. Your mind replays the events and you feel a lump in your throat. Wanda brushes a tear away from your cheek. You hadn’t been aware of the tears forming in your eyes. The sound of a car passing by snaps you out of your emotional state. You haven’t had a good cry in a long while, but like hell will you allow yourself to break down on the sidewalk in front of the ice cream shop where you used to work.

You chase away the tears and clear your throat. Today was a great day for the most part; you weren’t going to let this bump in your trail keep you from continuing on to have a great day and ending it on a good note. Your eyes are a vault of tears, and though you know one day that door is going to open and possibly drown you, today would not be that day.

You pull away from Wanda’s touch but before she can say anything about it you hold that hand in yours. “Thank you. I’m lucky you were here.” You avoid cringing at how your voice breaks halfway through, evidence of the lump in your throat you cleared away. You manage a small smile instead.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I hope I didn’t frighten you,” Wanda says, suddenly embarrassed at her quick tempered reaction. This brings out a genuine giggle out of you. “Are you kidding me? Frighten me? The only scary thing about your reaction was how attractive I found it!”

You can tell Wanda doesn’t believe you, searching your face for any sign that you may be lying and saying this just to humor her. “No, seriously. His pants were wet out of fear. My pants were wet in an entirely different way,” you press. She laughs with glowing red cheeks. As the color fades, you and she decide to head back to the arcade after you refused her offer of getting you something cold at the store to rest against your cheek.

Pietro and Peter didn’t notice you had left the arcade, but they do notice your bruised cheek quickly. After dismissing their concerns, you ask if they were ready to head back. They say they still have to trade their tickets in, so you let them go do that. It isn’t too long until you are back to the car.

It turns out you are the only one in the car with a license, but you’re not feeling up to driving back to the house. Peter looks nervous at the prospect of driving, barely having taken two lessons at school, so he isn’t going to drive. Wanda wants to sit by you, so she lets Peter sit up front. That leaves Pietro to drive.

Big mistake.

You make it home in one piece with your bruised cheek, a massive headache, and a date with the church on Sunday after promising God you would go if you make it back home alive. Pietro brakes hard when pulling up right behind Nat’s car. Luckily, he didn't hit her car. You didn’t need to survive Pietro’s wild car ride, just so Nat could kill you after.

The twins are arguing. “God, Wanda. No one likes a backseat driver,” Pietro says as he puts the car in park and takes the key out of the ignition. Wanda yells, “No, but I’m sure we would all like to live to see past our 20’s and Peter past high school!”

At the mention of his name, Peter finally opens his eyes and loosens his tight grip on his seatbelt. “Oh, we’re here? I, um, have to go to the bathroom.” He excuses himself before basically ripping the door open and running into the house on shaky legs. Pietro also storms out of the car but more so in irritation from his sister.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks you, taking off her seatbelt. You unbuckle yours and laugh to ease her concerns. “Yeah, just give me a moment. I don’t think my life is done flashing before my eyes yet.”

Wanda giggles as you act out seeing your life replaying in your mind. “Okay, almost done. Exercise with Nat, board games, seeing you naked.” You laugh when she punches your arm. “Arcade, your brother almost killing us all, and finished. Wow, I lived a pretty good life.”

She shakes her head at your silliness, before practically pulling you out of the car. Most of everyone is in the living room when you come inside. You guess your bruise must be very noticeable, your cousin gasping upon seeing your face. She rushes to your side with the help of Clint and sees the damage.

“Y/N, what happened?” she asks, a motherly type of concern slipping into her tone.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” You thank Nat when she sits you down and helps place an ice pack on your injury.

“It looks pretty bad, kid,” Clint says, not helping ease the concern on his wife’s or his best friend’s face.

“You should have seen the other guy,” you say, acting like you actually did anything other than stare mouth agape as Wanda took care of Jack. The disbelief on everyone’s face when you said that, including Sam’s, was insulting. You scoff, “Okay, ouch. I could have taken care of business if Wanda wasn’t there, thank you very much.”

“So, Wanda was there?” Nat pries and you tell them everything. Laura thanks Wanda for doing what she did and Wanda, being of humble heart, claims it goes unsaid that she would do that for any of them and there was no need to thank her. Nat doesn’t say ‘I told you so’ but she tells you it’s time to learn self-defense as she wants you to quote unquote “be prepared next time god forbid something like this happens again”, which to you was another way of saying ‘I told you so’,

Nat says she will personally see to giving you your first lesson tomorrow. Clint laughs at the thought and suddenly everyone is amped to watch Nat teach you some moves in the morning, inviting themselves to be your audience as if embarrassing yourself in front of Natasha was not going to be enough. Everyone leaves you alone to get ready to sleep after that.

After changing into your pjs, you pull out your phone and scroll through your camera roll sitting on the couch. You have at least fifty or so new photos of just today. You smile as you watch the video you recorded of Wanda and Pietro playing Dance Dance Revolution. Watching them interact today, you are reminded of you and Laura and Nat and if their bond is anything like yours, you are happy that Wanda has someone like that in her life.

Wanda comes downstairs to check up on you before turning in for the night. She hears you before she sees you, your giggles cutting through the air. She follows the sound, curious as to what has you in such spirits. When she is close enough, Wanda sees you are laughing at something playing on your phone.

“What are you watching?” Wanda asks from behind you.

“Just some of the stuff I recorded today. Come look.” You invite her over.

Leaning over your shoulder, she finds out it is a video of her and her brother playing the dancing game at the arcade. She fails to see what you find so funny but as the video plays on, you kept zooming in and out of Wanda’s face as she pouts every time she missteps but the look of determination never wavering.

You think it’s a cute video but you aren’t surprised when Wanda lunges for your phone in an attempt to take it and delete the video. You lean forward away from Wanda on time so that she cannot reach it. She groans, “Delete it.”

“Mmm, no.” You shake your head and laugh when Wanda wastes her energy to maneuver around the couch to take the phone away only for you to hide it behind your back away from Wanda’s hands. She looks down at you unimpressed. “Y/N, do you really think that’s going to work? I can take it with a wave of my hand.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Always relying on your magic. Afraid you can’t get it without twirling your fingers?” you shoot back with a smirk. Your cockiness is short lived as you see Wanda sport the same look of determination she wore in the video you took. She surprises you by settling onto your lap, basically straddling you. She holds you by the shoulders. You nearly whimper when she leans into your ear and whispers, “I’ll show you twirling my fingers.”

She leans away from your ear and looks you right in the eye as one hand begins to wander down your chest. You hold your breath when she gets to your belly button. You should have known better, misreading the smirk on her face. It all takes a turn when she brings her other hand down and begins to tickle you.

You try fighting her off with one hand, keeping the other with your phone behind your back, but she’s relentless. You flail around and you end up lying on the couch, Wanda still on top of you. You can’t help the tear that slips and you take that as your cue to beg her to stop. “Mercy! Mercy! Stop!”

Wanda eases up on the tickling, giving you time to catch your breath, but she makes no move to get off of you nor to actually take your phone away. She rests her hands on your stomach and watches you, amused when you wipe away your tear.

“That wasn’t nice,” you breathe out. She chuckles. You stare at her as if it is your turn to gaze at her in wonder. She takes you by surprise again when she asks, “Can I kiss you?”

She’s kissed you before. Hell, you’ve done a lot more than that, so you’re wondering why she’s even asking at this point. At the confusion on your face, she explains, “I mean, can I kiss you just to kiss you?”

Finally understanding what she is asking, you sit up and give her your permission. “You can kiss me whenever you want. It doesn’t have to lead to anything.” She hesitates to move so as a show of faith you peck her lips, startling her. “See?”

Wanda smiles and leans forward to kiss you. It’s a slow but still rather chaste kiss. It takes your breath away and when she pulls back she giggles as your lips unconsciously chase after hers. She gives you what your lips were seeking for, pulling you further into her by your neck and tangling her hands in your hair. You are kissing slowly but then you’re not when you slip your hands under her shirt to grip her waist. You pull away and kiss down her neck.

Wanda starts to feel hot. She doesn’t know when she started to grind onto you, but her hips are actively working to find some friction to relieve the feeling that’s bubbled up. You’re both wearing too many clothes, she thinks. She pushes you away and goes to take off her shirt, but when she had pushed you, you’d come to your senses. You stop her and pull her shirt back down.

“As much as I’d like to, Clint and Nat seeing me in boxers haunts me to this day. I don’t want to imagine what they’d do if someone saw us less than decent on the couch,” you explain.

“Oh,” she says, almost a little dejectedly, but Wanda understands. She honestly forgot they were in the living room, open for anyone to accidentally walk in on them. You crack a joke at her sounding so bummed. “Sorry if I gave the idea that I’d be comfortable putting it all out there for show. I don’t know what kind of things you and your ex-robo-boyfriend liked to do, but not everyone can be as free spirited.”

Knowing what comes next after a joke like that, you are quick to grab her wrists before she punches your arm. “Or as violent,” you add, laughing when she pouts at not getting her way. You wrap your arms around her before falling back to lie on the couch. Wanda stretches out her legs to get more comfortable, which is hard to do given your arms are still wrapped around her holding her arms down as well.

“You’re the worst,” she mumbles into your neck. You laugh. “Hey, don’t start comparing me to your exes. It’s hard to compete with a lab-produced man. He’s probably over six feet tall and can do long division in a blink. Probably does the cheesy things you like, like serenading you and lipsyncs as the song actually plays from his mouth.”

Your arms loosen up as you speak, allowing Wanda to shift more so beside you. Wanda giggles at your rambling and throws an arm around your stomach. “He’s not an Alexa, Y/N.”

“Are you sure? Or you just never tried saying ‘Vision, play Summer by Calvin Harris’?” She bites your shoulder instead of swatting at you. “Ow. What kind of name is Vision anyway? I mean that can only mean he’s packing some serious stuff cause moaning out ‘Vision’ is just not it, you know? I mean, it’s better than ‘Brad’ but honestly most anything is better than Brad.”

“Ugh!” Wanda lets out in frustration and a hint of embarrassment. Her face turns pink but she tries to hide it behind her hand. She says something else you don’t catch as it’s muffled by her palm. You grab her hand and move her arm back to its original position around you. “What was that?”

“I said ‘I don’t’,” Wanda repeats.

“You don’t, what?” you ask. Wanda waits a second for you to catch up. “Wait, you and he never?” you ask. When she shakes her head, you are too bewildered by that possibility that you have to confirm. “Never ever?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Sorry, it’s just that,” you pause. A thought that nearly shuts down your brain takes over and you have to ask, but you weren’t sure how, not knowing if she would want it brought up in case the answer was yes. “Wait! Were you? I didn’t, um.. Did I…”

“Did you, what?” Wanda cautiously asks, noting how hesitant you are to ask whatever it is you were trying to figure out. You clear your throat. “Was I your first?”

You don’t know what you hoped the answer to be. Yes? Being someone’s first can be a big deal and if you were hers, Wanda’s first time, you’d have to move to a mansion for the size of your ego. But another thought arises. Did you live up to her expectations? Her body language seemed to say yes, but maybe she’s just really good at lying. Did you actually disappoint? Wanda disrupts your thoughts by laughing… loudly.

“Well, damn. A simple ‘no’ would’ve been sufficient,” you pout. Internally, you are a little relieved to not have been the first. When she leaves here, you’ll probably be brought up at an odd time or another in conversation. Three of the small group of Avengers will probably remember you as Wanda’s fling, but you wouldn’t be able to stand being seen as that goof that deflowered the second youngest member of the team.

“Do not take this the wrong way, Y/N, but I’m glad you were not my first,” she says. Obviously, your response is “Ouch. I don’t know how there is any other way to take that.” She continues, “Because I got to enjoy myself with you. The first time for me was not fun. I didn’t even really like him, but I was tired of everyone comparing me to Pietro, who is as you say more of a ‘free spirit’, and I guess I wanted to prove I could be too.”

With one hand you run your fingers through her hair and with the other you rub her arm in comfort. “Well then in that case, I’m glad I wasn’t your first as well. Also, I enjoyed it too.” She giggles, making you smile in return. “Just sayin’.”

“What about you?” she asks.

“My first time?” She nods. You hesitate to get into it and she gives you an out. “You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s only fair. My first was actually Skye,” you say. Wanda looks surprised. “I know. A lot of firsts with that one.”

“How did you meet?” Wanda keeps the conversation flowing after a heavy pause.

You chuckle remembering how it happened. “It all started with what Laura coined the great animal rescue,” you start. You tell her the beginning, the middle, and the end of your first and really only relationship.

“Was she the girl in the picture you showed Peter?” Wanda knows the answer. Why does she do this to herself? Maybe to try to get it through her head that there is someone out there that knows you the way she does and maybe better. Of course, a straight yes or no is too much to ask from you. “Daisy Ridley? I wish! Could you imagine? Rey Skywalker?”

“Maybe Sam has a right to tease you. You are a nerd.” You scoff, “Excuse me. Anyone would be lucky to date ‘only the prettiest woman alive!’” you repeat Peter’s voice, trying to make his voice. Wanda laughs at your impersonation of the young hero.

You remove Wanda’s arm and get off the couch. She frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Getting us a blanket and pillows. It’s way late and although I can talk with you until the sun rises, I need to get some sleep before Nat kicks my ass tomorrow. I’ll be right back,” you say with a smile before turning to grab said items.

You come back, hand Wanda a big pillow you decide you would both use, and stretch the blanket out over her before getting under it and back to the way you were before.

“Are you comfortable? Do you want the other pillow?” you ask her, which she really appreciates. Once she tells you she’s all good, you kiss her head and wish her sweet dreams.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Wanda replies.

She can’t understand how Skye held so much of you and let you go. Holding you and talking through the night with you, she knows it’s going to hurt when she will have to do the same in a few days. She holds you tighter and closes her eyes, hoping to dream of you tonight.

“Does Vision come with WiFi?”

“Y/N, go to sleep,” Wanda mutters, though she tries not to laugh.

“Sorry, just wondering. Goodnight, Wanda.”

Did Vision have wifi? He doesn’t work like a router, does he? Could she have had a personal hotspot the entire time she was dating him? Wanda needs answers.

“I bet you’re thinking about it now too, huh?”

“Y/N.”

“Sorry, sleeping now.”

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