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fullsunrise · 11 months

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Delicate - Chapter 3

Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Brief mentions of edibles, other than that no active warnings for this chapter!

A/N: The third chapter is here! Hope y'all enjoy!

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Late November quickly snuck up on Haechan as he noticed the cafe near campus was vividly less busy for a Wednesday afternoon, with only a few people hunched over their laptops. His final midterm exam ended earlier in the morning and knowing that Jeno and Jaemin would be wrapping up their presentations, he asked them if they wanted to grab coffee. Finding a comfy table tucked into the corner by the window, the three of them filed in with their bags and laptops.

“Oh by the way, my sister is stopping by later this afternoon. We're driving down to our parents for the weekend,” Jaemin absentmindedly mentioned to Haechan and Jeno as his half-shut eyes shifted across his laptop screen. He rested his chin on his palm while he lazily took a sip of his iced americano.

Haechan and Jeno exchanged confused expressions before shifting their attention to their friend across the table. Jaemin had only mentioned his sister twice during their entire friendship.

The first time was when she called Jaemin at two o'clock in the morning pleading that she needed someone to go to the nearest urgent care with her. It was right after finals week during the winter of their third year. Mark had invited himself over to Haechan's apartment, subtly mentioning that he was bringing over something to help them relax. Haechan didn't know what to expect, but when Mark pulled out the edibles from his bag all he could do was chuckle to himself.

As they all blankly stared at the obscure ‘90s cartoon that Mark decided to put on, the sudden sound Jaemin’s phone pulled Haechan out of his trance. He could hear a distressed muffled female voice on the other side of the line, but his stoned mind couldn't comprehend who it was.

“Seriously? You can't have your roommate take you?”

She responded back hoarsely, and Haechan could tell she was on the verge of tears or already crying.

“You're really lucky I’m not high right now,” Jaemin sighed in defeat. “I’ll meet you at my apartment in ten, yeah?”

As he hung up, a curious Jeno and Mark giggled, trying to shush each other through tears as if they could get caught at any moment.

“Who's the lady,” Jeno barely managed to get out as he locked eyes with Mark, who fell to the ground wheezing as he wiped away his tears.

Not giving in to their shenanigans, Jaemin picked up his sweatshirt from the couch and slowly got up to make his way to the door.

“For your information, it was my sister you dick heads,” Jaemin deadpanned as pulled his hoodie over his head and slid his feet into his slides. As he glanced back at his friends behind him, all he could see were statues. Not one noise or movement came from them, just empty stares as their fried brains tried to piece everything together. He decided to leave them in this state, never mentioning it again. Haechan figured Jaemin thought they were all too faded to remember. He was sure Jaemin had his reasons and Haechan never pressed him about it.

Haechan knew little about her, and he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't curious. Would she look like Jaemin but with long hair? Was she the party type? Or maybe she was more academic, with her head down in books at the library. As Haechan imagined her with an oversized sweater, pleated tennis skirt, and wire-frame glasses, he could feel his face heat up. Shit, why was he fantasizing about his friend’s sister? He secretly hoped she wasn't insanely attractive. If she was, it would only complicate things if he ever met her. In that split moment, Haechan wondered if this was why Jaemin never introduced them.

“Hello, earth to Haechan,” Jeno teased as he waved his hand in Haechan’s face.

“What's got you all flushed,” Jaemin chimed in as he peered over around his laptop, wearing a shit-eating grin.

Haechan stared at his friends as he tried to come up with an excuse, but he knew he had to divert their pestering. Without stalling for too long, he curled lips into a sleazy smile. “Wouldn't you two like to know?”

His friends rolled their eyes in disgust, letting out a tired “ugh” in unison.

“Nevermind, would much rather you keep whatever pervy shit you're gonna say to yourself,” Jeno said with a sour face.

They stayed at the cafe for a bit longer, the conversation trailing off as they became immersed in their own business. It was calm, Haechan thought as he listened to the jazzy music coming from the speakers. His americano was now empty, with the watery remnants left at the bottom of the disposable cup.

As they began the trek back to their apartment, Haechan noticed the sky started to turn a dark gray as a breeze blew through the remaining leaves on the tree-lined street. Haechan never hated the winter, but gray autumn days like this always made him feel nostalgic. He felt a sudden longing for home in his heart, but the logical part of him knew he would have to wait a bit longer before he could go back to Korea. A few drops began to hit the crown of his head, but the rain never got heavier until they were inside.

Claiming the whole couch to himself, Haechan stretched out his legs and crossed his arms behind his head. The sound of the constant heavy rain against the window almost lulled him to sleep, but the unexpected small knocks from the apartment door made him perk his head up from the couch.

“Don't even think about it,” Jaemin shouted from his room on the other end of the hallway.

As he watched Jaemin make his way into the living room, Haechan couldn't help but curiously glance at the door from his peripherals. The door creaked open to leave only a sliver, with Jaemin blocking his view. Damn, Haechan thought. It was almost comical how obvious Jaemin was acting but it was his sister after all.

“Are you going to let me in,” she sighed, pausing for a beat.

“If you promise not to judge,” Jaemin responded in a joking manner as he stepped aside. Taking in the state of their apartment, her eyes wandered around before landing on Haechan.

“Haechan, meet my sister Ji Woo,” Jaemin introduced as he walked into the kitchen. “I take it you want some coffee?”

“Sure,” she responded as she plopped onto the armchair adjacent to the couch Haechan occupied. Ji Woo gave him a tired smile of acknowledgement as she familiarized herself with her surroundings. She let out a small sneer when she saw the clear display on the wall that was filled with beer bottle caps.

“Oh, that? You have to throw the cap in the small hole at the top for it to go in,” Jeno gestured as he came out of his bedroom. “Wanna take a shot?” he said as he took the seat next to Haechan.

“I’m good, thanks,” she chuckled as she unwrapped the scarf from her neck. The pungent odor of cigarettes hit Haechan’s nose instantly, but for some reason it made him feel relaxed.

She was pretty, he admitted to himself. Although he could tell she was tired, with shimmering makeup still lingering around her eyes from the night before. Her dark brown hair was tangled from her haphazardly wrapped scarf and her lips were chapped from the cold. As Haechan unconsciously let his eyes follow her features, his musing was cut short when her attention suddenly flickered towards him. When he met her eyes, the air in his lungs instantly became thick and heavy. Her irises were a mix of warm chocolate and velvet caramel swirled with gold flecks.

“Coffee’s ready,” Jaemin interrupted Haechan’s musing as the machine beeped.

“Coming,” Ji Woo responded as snapped her head away from Haechan.

Her eyes alone left his heart pounding in his chest. It was almost unsettling how much it affected him. There was something that reached deeper beyond the surface of her hazel pools that he wanted to explore. Haechan couldn't pinpoint what was so inviting about her in that exact moment, but he only knew that he craved more.

Once Ji Woo returned from the kitchen with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug, she took her previous spot in the armchair. Jaemin followed shortly after, forcibly sticking himself in the small empty spot between Jeno and Haechan.

“Did you finish packing?” Ji Woo asked, taking a small sip of her coffee. Haechan didn't want to be obvious, but it was hard to keep his eyes off of her.

“Yup. I’m ready to go whenever you are,” Jaemin replied, his attention split between his phone.

“How long are you guys staying for?” Jeno asked.

“Uh, just until Sunday I think,” Jaemin said, his eyes locking on his sister for confirmation before he turned his attention over to Haechan. “Haechan, you know you're still welcome to come too. I know it's hard during the holidays.”

While Haechan thought it was a nice gesture, he didn't want to impose on his friend’s family. Even if he would be lonely for a few days, Haechan could bear it. Loneliness was no stranger to him after all.

Before he met Jaemin and Jeno, he felt like he was just the quiet Korean kid at orientation. His English was limited at the time and he only knew a few phrases to get by. No one approached him, and he didn't have the confidence to introduce himself.

Although when he met Jaemin freshman year, he finally felt a sense of belonging. No longer worried about what others thought of him, Haechan’s social life blossomed and he never looked back.

“Are you sure?” Haechan questioned, scratching the top of his head.

“Absolutely, man. Don't worry, my mom is gonna love you,” Jaemin grinned as he threw his arm around Haechan, pulling him against his chest. Haechan thought it was the biggest he'd ever seen his friend smile.

#haechan #haechan fanfic #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fanfic #nct #nct dream fanfic #nct 127 fanfic #lee haechan #jaemin #lee jeno #jeno #mark lee #nct yuta fanfic

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abandoned-as-mustard · 2 years

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So, sucking it up and making a decision about one person doesn't erase the fact that half of my playlist (as well as its existence) is because of the other person 😂💀💀💀

#guy 2 was literally the reason i created my every-vibe playlist #oh gosh it's gonna be hard to get over that one #:(#he came by church a few weeks ago but didnt talk to me :/#apart from a brief hello when i tried to slide in #and i wasnt going to wait around till the end of the night till he was finished #guys who want to talk to you will come to you #that's what guy 1 does now #dammit dammit dammit why did i have to get huge crushes on both of them #i could still be friends with guy 2... i would still like to be in his life #see i wanna be friends with them so i can sense vibes or not #and if just friendly vibes then even better. new fren!!!#mustard rambles #why do i make things complicated #as if to make it worse last night i had a very intense dream about guy 2...#just intense fluff thats all #I JUST WANT SOME DAMN FOREHEAD KISSES 😔😔😔

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theinternetisfulloftrash · 3 years

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AH 🤍 could you do ❛ you can kiss me, you know.❜ with stiles pleaseeeeee?

This sounds so sweet!

I don't know how smutty this will end up being, but I have very little control when I get writing, it just kinda happens. Let's see what goes down, huh?

Author's Note: Malia who? You'd moved in across the street from Stiles and his father in sophomore year, and you could never really put your finger on what was going on with him and his friends, but it hadn't stopped you from falling pretty hard for the chaotic, doe-eyed boy next door ;)

Prompt list HERE

His Anchor

Was this really happening? Everything felt like it was falling apart. The whole pack was a mess and the last person he expected to make him feel like a fuck up was Scott, but sitting here now, soaked down to his underwear—his windshield smashed to pieces—that was his reality.

It was never easy being ordinary among the extraordinary. Stiles had always tried to contribute what he could, and he'd grown to believe he was valued and useful—more than useful—so it was hard feeling like his best friend didn't seem to understand his sacrifices, how hard it was to feel adequate, how important it was to him to be what everyone needed, what everyone wanted. The pressure was so immense sometimes that he'd lay down to sleep and the sun would come shining in through the windows without him catching a wink. Adderall was a crutch he leaned on so hard it was bound to snap any minute. He felt like he was being held together by a fraying thread.

He was sitting there—water dripping from his sleeves—when his phone vibrated in the seat next to him. The screen lit, displaying your name. Stiles picked it up but didn't answer. He let it ring in his hand until the screen went black. He wasn't sure he was ready to talk to anyone, even you. You were this part of his life that was untainted. You weren't a part of the mess. You were his escape. His anchor. If he answered the phone right now, he'd be blurring the lines.

No one in the pack really knew how close he'd gotten to you. He wanted to protect you from all that. He texted you in the middle of the night after one bullshit werewolf-related catastrophe or another, and you always answered. You were there to slide open your bedroom window and let him in. It was innocent enough in the beginning. Just friends. Just talking. Until one night a couple of weeks ago when he showed up in a torn shirt with a split lip. He tried to explain it away as clumsiness, a lacrosse incident, but you didn't buy it. You'd used a damp cloth to help clean his wound and he'd been so impulsively stupid that he thought that soft way you were looking at him was some kind of invitation, and he'd almost kissed you.

It had been different since then. He'd felt so stupid when he'd seen how shocked you looked, how you'd pulled back. Ever since, he'd avoided talking to you about it, despite the few times you'd tried. He hadn't climbed up the side of your back porch to your window since. But right now—with everything falling apart the way it was—he wished you were here, wished things were different, wished he could tell you who he really was.

His phone rang again. It was you. He wet his lips with his tongue, drumming his fingers against his phone, his forearms resting on the steering wheel. On the last ring, he swiped to answer.

"Hello?" he said, his voice trembling. He shouldn't have answered.

"Stiles?" There was a brief pause. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah..." he lied, looking out through the shattered glass at the flickering streetlight above him, "everything's fine."

There was dead air on the line for a few moments before you spoke again. "Bullshit, Stilinski."

Stiles, pulled in a short breath and gripped the wheel tight in his palms. "It's nothing."

"It's not."

"Can we just drop— Can we just talk about something else?" he pleaded, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"Okay," you quickly agreed. "You wanna talk about that night then?"

"God no!"

"Well..." you paused, "it's gotta be one or the other, because I'm tired of you freezing me out like this."

Stiles flopped back in the driver seat, letting his shoulders relax as he picked at the chapped skin of his lower lip with his teeth.

"Talk to me..."

You had no idea how badly he wanted just that. He wanted to let you in, he just didn't know that if he did he could keep you safe. But he was a master of vaguery at this point, so he'd try to figure out how to explain without spilling the 'creatures of the night live among you' specifics.

"Everything... everything is falling apart..." You were quiet, so he continued. "You ever have those dreams where you lose control of the car you're driving? Like you can't steer it anymore no matter what you do?"

"Uh...I have, yeah."

"Well," Stiles let his head fall back against the headrest, "it feels like that, except I'm awake.... Don't think I could sleep if I wanted to..."

There was a long pause, but he could hear you breathing.

"You there?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm here..."

He knew he'd barely said anything, but even sharing what little he had made him feel a little less compressed, like he was shouldering the weight of one island less than the entire world.

"Where are you?"

"Down by the clinic..."

"The vet clinic? Where Scott works?"

"Mhm," he hummed, scrubbing the toe of his shoe into the floormat.

"I'm coming down there—"

"No. You're not."

"Stiles..." you sighed and he could hear the frustration in it. "Let me help you...please?"

He softly murmured your name, looking down at the keys stuck hanging in the ignition. "I don't...I'm not sure there's anyone that can help me.."

"Can I at least...try?"

God, you had no idea what you were asking for. If you knew everything, all of it—what Beacon Hills really was, who he really was, all the things he'd done, the people he'd hurt...killed—you wouldn't want to be within 50 miles of him. And yet, here you were, offering him grace and kindness that he wasn't sure he deserved.

"Stiles?"

It was selfish and stupid, but everything inside of him ached for comfort. For a break. For just a single damn second to breathe. He reached down and turned the key in the ignition. "I'm coming to you."

•~~○☆○~~•

You were standing at the front door looking out at the street. It was wet and the streetlights glared up from it like the flat of a calm lake. When Stiles pulled into the driveway, you could see Roscoe's shattered windshield.

"What the hell?" You opened the door and stepped out onto the front porch as his headlights went out.

He climbed out of the driver's seat and struggled to get the door closed behind him. "Piece of shit!" he yelled.

"Hey!" you called out, rushing down the stairs.

He slammed the door over and over until it finally latched. "Son of a..." He was looking down at his hand, clenching his fist.

You rushed toward him and grabbed his arm. He was soaked. "Stiles...hey." You squeezed his forearm. "Look at me..."

He turned to you. His features twisted up and tortured. You'd seen him look troubled many times, but this was something new. Whatever it was that had been eating away at him for as long as you'd known him seemed to finally have made its way to his foundation. He was crumbling apart right there in front of you.

"Let's go inside?" you said calmly, leading him toward the house.

He nodded and followed along behind you after you dropped his arm.

When you'd made it up the stairs to your room, he stood just inside the closed door. His clothes were plastered to him, wet from the rain that had only just stopped.

You crossed your room to your closet and pulled out an old oversized Stanford hoodie your father had almost donated to Goodwill and you handed it to him.

"I wish I had more than just a shirt... but..."

"Thanks," he said before he pressed his lips together in a tight, brief smile.

He pulled his thin hoodie up over his body, and the t-shirt beneath rode up a bit along with it, giving you a brief peek at his stomach before you turned away to give him more privacy. When you turned back, he was adjusting the hood of the sweater.

"Where...uh..." He was holding his wet clothes in his hand.

"Here, let me..." you reached out and took them and walked across the room to the door that led to the adjoining bathroom. You hung them over the top of the glass shower and then grabbed a towel from the bar.

When you walked back into your bedroom, Stiles was staring out the window, leaning against the frame of it.

"So what happened tonight?" you asked gently. "The Jeep...and you..."

He turned around and you handed him the towel and he scrubbed it through his hair before he draped it over your desk chair and sat down. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't know?"

You smiled weakly and sat down on the bed across from him. "Maybe, actually..."

He smiled back before he slouched back in the chair and let his head dangle behind it, staring up at the ceiling. "I don't know what to do anymore..." he muttered, clearly more to himself than anyone.

You didn't interject, instead, you gave him space and time to continue.

"Things with Scott are so fucked up."

"Oh?"

"I think I broke it...what we had..."

"I'm sure that's not true..."

He let out an exasperated huff. "You didn't see the way he looked at me tonight...like I was a stranger to him..." Stiles sat up again and you could see the pain in his eyes.

"Friends fight."

"Not like this."

"Maybe he just needs to cool off?"

Stiles leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Or maybe he needs better friends..."

Those words hurt. Stiles was the best friend you had. He was loyal and kind. Thoughtful and protective to a fault. While you wished he was a little more straightforward and a little less secretive, you never felt that he ever did a single thing with ill-intent. Yet here he was, crushed by the thought that he was somehow inadequate at what you considered to be one of his greatest assets.

"Maybe you shouldn't assume you're the one to blame?" You didn't want to step on toes or stick your nose where it didn't belong, but you couldn't just sit here across from him looking so broken and say nothing.

His lips teased at a smile that never formed before he replied. "What...what would you do to protect someone you love?"

Your breath caught in your lungs and your heart began to beat a little more quickly in your chest.

His hands were clenched together between his knees, his fingers knit together as he waited for your response.

Instinctively, you knew he meant for your family, but you couldn't help imagining what you would do to protect him. Just about anything, you decided.

"Whatever it takes."

His hands relaxed a bit, and he smoothed one palm over the other. "Really?"

You swallowed down your nerves and nodded. "Yes."

He wheeled the chair a bit closer to you. "I— I've..."

"Stiles... you can talk to me..." you inched forward until you were perched on the edge of the matress, "whatever it is..."

"I really can't."

"But—"

"And before you try to change my mind. I really can't." He got up from the chair and ran his hand through his damp hair. "Some secrets aren't mine to tell..."

It crushed you to know something was torturing him the way this clearly was. You knew he kept secrets from you. So many unexplained injuries, sudden absences, hushed conversations that ended right when you arrived. If he hadn't always made you feel so special when you were alone, it would have nagged at you so much more than it did. One thing was clear. The place? Beacon Hills? Wasn't just a town. And Stiles? Wasn't just the cute boy from across the street.

As much as you wanted to push him to let you in on the secrets you knew he was guarding, right now, you just wanted to be of some comfort.

"Whatever happened... Whatever you might have done..." You reached out for him and took his hand and pulled him down next to you on the bed. "I know you, Stiles..."

He turned, folding his leg under the other, bent at the knee.

"You wouldn't have done it unless you had to."

His eyes fluttered, and you could see tears building in their corners. He looked so grateful and utterly broken at the same time. You just wanted to make it stop. Whatever it was that was eating away at him.

"Come here..." you whispered, reaching out for him and pulling him into your arms. You hugged him tightly until you felt his arms encircle your waist and he hugged you back.

The tension in his body slowly eased and you felt him relax into your touch. His hands splayed out across your back and you tried not to let the way it made you feel to be held tight in his arms distract you from your mission. Comfort.

You felt his hold on you weaken and you pulled back. He was looking at you the way he had that night you'd freaked out and ruined what should have been such a special moment. You'd wanted him to kiss you for so long that you practically ached for it every time the two of you were in a room together for the last year. You just didn't have the nerve to tell him how you felt. You'd been keeping secrets of your own.

His breathing was uneven as his gaze met yours. You watched as his eyes flicked across your features and down to your lips.

You swallowed before he looked back up. Maybe if you could be honest, if you could finally let him in, you wouldn't feel like such a hypocrite for always wishing he would do the same. You mustered all the nerve you had to say what you were about to.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

You felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest it was pounding so hard. "You can kiss me, you know?"

His eyes widened and his perfect lips hung open the tiniest bit before he managed a response. "But... you... you stopped me—"

"You just shocked me..." you said, interrupting him. "I panicked..."

"I— I thought you..."

"I know..." you breathed. "I wanted to try to explain, but you just—"

"Avoided you ever since..."

"Yeah..." You pressed your lips together in an awkward smile.

"Wow..." he pressed his tongue into the side of his cheek. "I really am just that stupid, huh?"

You let out a tiny laugh, your cheeks warming with a flush you were sure he could see.

He smiled at you, his hand trembling a bit as he lifted it from the blankets and laid it on your thigh.

You laid your hand over it and smoothed your thumb over his knuckles.

He leaned closer and your nerves kicked into high gear, your breath catching in a little gasp when he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"Is this okay?" he breathed the question against your skin.

You nodded and you felt him smile before his lips brushed past yours so closely you could almost taste them. Then he pressed a kiss to the other cheek.

"What about this?"

"Mhm," you hummed in approval.

His nose traced along your skin until it was tip to tip with your own. "And this?" he whispered before he pressed his lips so gently to yours it felt like you might have made it up.

"Yes..." It was more plea than an answer that you breathed into his soft lips.

The soft sound of satisfaction he made at your admission was proof enough that he'd been waiting for this moment just as long as you had. His hands moved to cup your cheeks as he kissed you the way you'd dreamed he might, only it was better than you could have imagined.

His lips were so soft and skilled as they moved in harmony with yours. He held you to him so tenderly, but there was a desire in his touch that made you feel wanted and desperate. Your kiss deepened when he parted his lips and pulled your lower lip into his mouth.

You let out a soft groan when his teeth grazed over it and you let him in. Let him explore and please you with his tongue as you did the same.

One of his hands held you in place, cupped behind your neck while the other hand slid down your body to your waist. He gripped at the fabric of your shirt and pulled you forward into him.

You took it as a cue, and with only a panted little breath in the tiny space you created between your lips, you got up onto your knees and straddled his hips, your fingers knotting into his hair.

Now he was the one groaning. When your fingernails dragged across the skin on the back of his neck both of his hands dropped to your waist and he gripped your body tightly just above your hips.

His wet pants were soaking through your own. You could feel the effect your kiss was having on him pressing against your thigh, and you smiled into the kiss before you pulled back, your smile widening when he was chasing after your lips.

"What's wrong?" he asked, breathless and flushed. His ears were bright red, and the sides of his cheeks were a soft pink.

"It's nothing... you're just wet..."

He looked down his body, shifting his hips. "Oh. Right..." He clicked his tongue in his mouth.

You knew what you wanted to say, but weren't sure you had the nerve.

"I...uh..." Stiles stammered, his hands still kneading at your waist.

You'd wanted him almost as long as you'd known him, and here he was in your room, on your bed, kissing you, wanting you too. Screw it. "Take them off..."

You felt him tense, his hands finally stilling their movement. "Wait...what?"

You looked down at him and rolled your hips to make your point a little clearer.

"Are...are you serious?" he asked, his eyes as wide as saucers.

You nodded and his bewildered expression turned to one of soft appreciation before he pulled you back in for another incredible kiss.

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski smut #p.s. I LOVE MALIA #this just doesn't work without her #out of the picture #I wanted nothing more in season 5 than to comfort stiles #so I wrote this to make myself feel better #I hope you guys like it :)#my first attempt at prompts!#prompt me baby #his anchor fic #trashy writing #I hope you like itttt @someofusarehuman <3

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comfortscripts · 3 years

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Do Your Job, No Matter What ¬ Draco M.

Plot - Following your boss's orders was part of the job but you never realised how far he'd take it.

Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}

Pairing - CEO!Draco Malfoy x Fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - Power play plot with porn, harsh names, Dom/Sub, penetrative, choking, unprotected sex with creampie (dont be stupid like them irl). Astoria is the ex-wife in this as I couldn't bring myself to write about a cheater and I apologise in advance if this is terrible, I haven't written smut in years.

Word Count - 2.3k

The day had bled into night and as the gentle rays of sun disappeared, so did your co-workers. Mutters of goodbyes and heels clacking faded till all that remained was the muffled sound of Mr. Malfoy on his conference call.

You were used to being the last one to leave, often deep into the night. A common requirement for a personal assistant was to be there till the boss leaves but unfortunately, Mr Malfoy wasn't exactly rushing home most nights.

The simple hardwood desk was more familiar to you than your own bed nowadays. Nights got later as business got busier and Mr Malfoy became more involved with potential investors, but you never complained. You were always the best and you were planning on staying that way.

"Y/N, get in here!"

Being so involved in the setup for the next morning, you didn't listen out for the conference call or how it ended but from thunderous and rude tone of your boss, you could imagine.

Shuffling to your feet before straightening out your skirt, you made hastily made your way through the large oak doors that housed the king, as you co-workers often joked. You understood their distaste, a powerful and attractive man was already intimidating but Draco always found a way to rub people up the wrong way, except you. You always had a certain affection towards the man, not that you would ever admit it.

Entering the darkened office, you felt your breath catch in your throat as you faced your boss. His once tamed hair, now wisps of silvery blond streaking across his forehead. Veins prominent on pale arms where he had rolled up his sleeves. He stood behind his desk, with one hand leaning on the dark oak table whilst the other nursed a crystal glass of whiskey. Even in his frustration, he still looked like the most powerful man in the country.

Draco lifted his eyes to yours and you felt yourself squirm under his gaze, you'd be lying to say that the man wasn't gracing the thoughts you had in your more intimate moments. This simple act made you think that this could be more than a fantasy with how his eyes traced over you.

"Well that meeting was a total disaster." The man sighed before manoeuvring to sit on what could almost be described as a leather throne. "I told my father that trying to work with Potter Industries was useless but the stupid git wouldn't listen so I had to deal with them bastards for nothing!"

Whilst you tried to focus on his words, your thoughts were more taken with his hands. Strong, thick fingers graced with three solid silver rings and the way they wrapped around the crystal tumbler was so sinful, you let yourself imagine what they would feel like around your neck.

Snapping yourself out of your sinful thoughts, you notice the silence as if Draco had expected a reply to his rant. Whilst he valued your opinion, you weren't sure what to offer.

"I'm sorry they wasted your time sir. Is there anything I can do?" Whilst it sounded innocent enough, part of you couldn’t help but mean it in a suggestive manner.

Draco debated your offer for a moment. He always knew what you thought of him, how your thighs would clench together during car rides where he was just slightly closer than normal or how you would blush at the simplest praise. You were wrapped around his finger.

He knew you wanted him sexually, he too held this secret but he wondered if you were harbouring more than sinful thoughts towards him. He needed to know, to see if he was just seeing what he wanted to see or if there was something between the two of you. Draco knew that by tonight, he would have his answer.

"Come over here" He beckoned.

Obeying before thought, you carefully manoeuvred so you were standing behind the desk and in front of your boss.

Mr Malfoy patted his right thigh in a non-verbal demand for her to sit on his lap. Once again, you were obeying before thought or reason, you gently placed yourself on his muscular thigh, allowing your skirt to ride up.

Draco rested his hand on your exposed thigh, toying with the edge of your tight skirt. With the other hand he gripped your chin in a gentle but firm manner, turning your face to meet his, only centimetres away.

"You know exactly how you can help me"

"I'm not sure what you mean Mr Malfoy"

"Don't play dumb my dear. I see how you look at me, how you respond to me. Would bet money on the fact that you are getting wetter by the second just from being this close to me." His hand inched up closer and if on instinct, your legs moved apart to allow him. The tips of his fingers graced the edge of your panties before pulling them to the side, allowing his fingers to feel your wetness. "Just as I thought, always knew you were my little slut".

He slowly pushed a digit inside, allowing the warmth to coat his pale finger. The action caused a small whimper to leave your lips involuntarily and as you felt the cold metal of his ring graze your folds, you could barely stop the moan from escaping. Draco kept a slow pace, almost teasingly slow. Your body was begging for more but Draco wanted to hear it, needed to hear it. He could see you getting restless at the gentle pace but he needed more from you so he delicately removed his finger, which was met with an annoyed groan from you. Sliding his digit up your soaking slit, he brought his finger to your sense bud. Rubbing in careful circles, you felt your need for Draco grow even stronger.

"Please, I need more"

"Tell me what you want baby"

"I want your fingers. Want to cum. Please make me cum"

This was what he needed, you falling apart for him. Begging for something as simple as him to finger fuck you, and god the sound of you was better than he imagined. A cocky smirk grace his whiskey coated lips before colliding his lips with yours, a collision of tongues and teeth but it was exactly what you both craved. The messy kiss resembled the messy dynamic you were both about to enter.

Placing his attention back on your weeping hole, he broke away from the kiss. You felt your eyes flutter shut as he entered two of his thick digits into you, this time at a harsh speed. Moans were escaping your body as your orgasm built but Draco was quick to drink them up. The combination of the anticipation and how he was perfectly hitting every spot whilst massaging your clit was getting you there quicker than ever before.

Draco could feel your body getting closer to release, clenching and tensing against his fingers. "Cum for me, show me what a little slut you are."

His words were what pushed you over the edge as you came hard all over your boss's hand. You connected your mouths again in a brief moment of ecstasy. Breaking away from the kiss, you rested your head on his shoulder attempting to catch your breath.

You could feel his harden length through his trousers and the feeling alone was enough to make you need more. Carefully grazing your hand over the evident bulge, you felt the man tense under you.

Before you could do or say anything more, the phone rang.

The sharp sounds were enough to remind both of you that you were still in the office and technically still on the clock. Breaking your stare from the phone, you turned to Draco who simply stated "Better answer it sweetie, it is your job after all".

Rolls of frustration filled your body as you wished he would have simply thrown the phone out the window and taken you on the desk but no, here you were. Standing up from his lap, you picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mr Malfoy's Office. Y/N Speaking."

"Oh, Y/N, hello. I was hoping you would answer" You knew that buttery voice, Astoria Greengrass. Ex-wife of the man who just made you cum, of the man you were hoping to fuck.

"Hi Ms. Greengrass, how are you?" As you said her name, you spotted Draco rise from his chair.

Astoria started on a small rant about how hard dating is as a single mum but you could barely focus on her. The blond haired man had made his way behind your figure, and was slowly undressing you. Button after button until your bra-covered chest was exposed, a quick zip of your skirt left you standing in only your panties and finally, Draco decided to rid you of your panties as well with a quick rip of the fabric.

Whilst Astoria talked your ear off, Draco leaned down towards the other and whispered "Be a good girl and do your job, okay".

You shakily nodded whilst attempting to focus on the words the woman was speaking but you were rendered incapable when you felt his enlarged tip tease your folds. You couldn't help but intake a sharp breath.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Astoria paused, she was always a thoughtful woman who made sure Y/N was leaving enough time for herself between work but now here Y/N was, fucking Astoria's ex-husband whilst on the phone to the woman herself.

"Yep, I'm sorry. I jus-" Her sentence interrupted by Draco fully entering her tight pussy. His cock stretching her out in ways she had never experienced, she couldn't help but whimper in an attempt to hold back a moan. "I stubbed my toe really hard. It's all okay truly."

"Always hurts more than it should." You attempted a chuckle at the woman's remark but it became a strangled moan as Draco picked up the pace. Astoria continued "Anyways, sorry for ranting but I was calling to remind Draco about Scorpius' play on Tuesday, can you please make sure his schedule is clear".

"Yes, of course I will." You manage to respond, trying to focus on being professional rather than focusing on your boss pounding you into oblivion.

"Great, I won't keep you any longer. Thank you dear, have a good night."

You replied a quick 'You too' before slamming the phone down. A plethora of pent up moans rushed from your throat as you felt Draco's full size threaten to split you open, you had never felt this full and god, you loved it.

His slender hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to his chest and gaining more force. "What a good little whore you are! Taking my cock like you were built for me". His words made you clench around him which caused an guttural moan to escape the dominant man.

"Please sir, I need more. I need to cum, please." You were close to seeing stars but you needed more, you craved more.

Draco had never felt more powerful than he did at that moment. Slipping out of you before lifting your body as if you were a ragdoll for his amusement, you were now seated against his desk and face to face with him as he re-entered your soaking pussy dangerously slow. The new angles were enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning strings of swears as you approached your peak.

The pale businessman pounded you with such force you thought his desk might break under the pressure, holding your hips so tightly that you were sure to have bruises the following morning. Moans of your name graced the man's lips as he approached his orgasm, as his pace faltered and became uneven.

Grabbing your throat with force, Draco brought his face down to yours. "Cum for me."

His words were all you needed as you felt your climax hit you like a freight train. Moaning his name so loudly that you suspected anyone left in the building would have heard. Your vision darkened as the pleasure rolled over you in waves, feeling the release of all the late nights with your hands between your legs whilst fantasies of Draco fuelled you. The reality was better than the fantasy.

Your climax had left you clenching Draco, milking him dry as he released inside of your warm welcoming pussy. All frustration from work was gone, all the desire he felt for you was enhanced, just everything was right in this moment. He felt his cock soften and carefully slipped himself out, watching as his seed slowly trailed down your plump pussy.

Catching your breath, you slipped off the desk before finding yourself in Draco's arms once again. "That was incredible but I am still mad you fucked me whilst I spoke to your ex-wife"

"Very bold aren't I, kitten?. You have to do your job, no matter what" He chuckled. "What did she want anyways?"

"Wanted me to remind you about Scorpius' play on Tuesday." Answering in a nonchalant tone, which is never how you spoke to him but you were now feeling the repercussions of what just happened and were feeling insecurity, causing you to use attempted nonchalance to hide it. "So I guess I will see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, technically. I will see you tomorrow as well but for now, we are heading to back to my house. Have some dinner and see what happens from there." His gaze was often fierce and stubborn but now it was gentle and almost hopeful, showing that he was also scared of what this meant for your relationship, but hoped that you wouldn't reject his offer of something more romantic.

Even with already flushed cheeks, his words caused light blush to appear "That sounds like a perfect plan to me, Draco."

Draco's fears were put to rest as soon as he heard his name roll of your tongue. You may be wrapped around his finger but he was wholly wrapped around yours. Just took a bold move to release the truth.

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mountswhore · 3 years

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angst request : "was i not good enough for you". you find out by masons friends that he cheated on you and he also had a history of ill-committed relationships

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 — mason mount

summary: you hadn't felt so welcome into mason's friend group, and now you knew why: they felt bad for you.

notes: this is short because i don't like writing mean mason :(

You'd met Mason at a Chelsea game. You were the lucky fan in the front row to strike a conversation with him, and before the day was done, he'd asked for your number. You'd gotten to talking, enjoying spending time together, a few dates ending in a few kisses. Things were going well for the pair of you. Up until last week.

"I want you to meet my friends."

It was a sentence you were over the moon to hear, Mason felt like you were worthy enough of meeting his friends. He'd arranged for a barbecue, inviting some friends over, as well as you. You were nervous to say the least. You had only met Chilly once, and that was just a brief 'hello' as he walked through the tunnels.

Today you'd get to properly meet them, hoping they liked you enough. And Mason seemed just as excited. As you had gotten to his that morning, he was raving about how gorgeous you looked and how excited he was to introduce you to his bestest friends. This man made you feel like an Angel, and you felt weightless every moment you were with him. Your smile hadn't left your face when his friends had arrived, all rushing over to greet the girl sat by the barbecue with a drink in her hand.

"Hey, I'm Y/N." You spoke, but that's not what they heard.

"Hey, I'm the next girl on Mason's to-do list, I'll be here for the next month." That's what they actually heard. Ben's heart broke at the sight of you. You were pretty, bubbly, you seemed so sweet and innocent, but you'd fallen for Mason's wicked game, like every girl had. He knew how this game played out, and he didn't want to see it happen to you.

He still spoke to you, made conversation with you, hoped you didn't see him as a bad person once you inevitably got screwed over. It was torture having to hear you ramble on about your hobbies and interests, because he could only imagine how you felt when this was over. Everyone knew this would end soon, apart from you.

When the day was done, and Mason was bringing in all of the empty plates and bottles, you stayed seated by the grill. You felt uncomfortable. Even after his friends left, you felt so out of place. They hated you, you could see that. You'd had exes in the past, who's friends loved you and still kept in contact. You knew when someone liked you, and these men you'd spoken to for the past few hours didn't seem that way. They all gave you a look, sharing the same look with each other, only talking and huddling when you'd disappear. It was like you'd been stabbed in the heart repeatedly.

That night, in bed with Mason, you'd brought up your worries with him. Your head against his chest, Mason scrolling on his phone as you tried to sleep. "I think your friends hate me."

"What makes you say that?" Mason laughed, taken aback by your statement and putting his phone down.

"The whole day, they've been giving me weird looks. As if they know something I don't." You explained, a downcast tone in your voice. Mason held you tight to his chest, hands sliding slowly down your back.

"They were telling me how lovely you were in the groupchat," Mason pointed out, "so I think they might have just been nervous. I'm still nervous around you, you're a stunning girl."

"Thanks, Mase."

Three months in, you couldn't be happier. You and Mason were going so well, you'd met his family and he met yours. You'd still have date nights whenever possible, the man devoted all of his spare time to you. It was safe to say you were falling, you were just too scared to admit it just yet.

"Babe," you heard from the bathroom, Mason trailing out as he fiddled with the drawstrings on his sweatpants, "the boys invited me out tonight, is it okay if I go?" You were in bed, midway through a book and unable to take your eyes from it.

"Sure," you replied, you trusted him and you didn't mind him going out with a few friends, you trusted them too, "I'll probably be asleep by the time you get home, so I'll see you tomorrow."

"You're the best." Mason cooed, leaning over the bed to give you a quick kiss before getting ready.

You had no idea what was about to happen. You had no idea of the events that would occur this evening. You'd finished one more chapter, cooked some dinner, and headed to bed. Meanwhile, Mason was out drinking with some friends and necking on with another girl, glued to her side for the remainder of the night.

When you'd woken up the next morning, you were confused. Mason's side of the bed was empty. You held your hand over his side of the mattress, and it was cold, like he hadn't even slept on it. Grabbing your phone, you had no texts or calls from him. It was strange. You wandered around his large house, trying to find your boyfriend, but it seemed as if he hadn't come back last night.

"Mase?" You asked into your phone, after he'd picked up on the second call. You heard some shuffling, and a small groan on his end. You were now on the couch, in one of his hoodies, watching some TV.

"Yeah, baby," he spoke, his voice hoarse from the lack of sleep he'd gotten, "I'll be home soon, I stayed at Chilly's last night because I was too drunk."

"It's okay," you smiled into the phone, knowing tired Mason meant cuddly Mason, you could barely wait for him to return, "I can't wait for you to get home." Mason chuckled at your giddy voice, but his heart was beating ten to the dozen after leaving this girl's house.

"I'm heading home now, see you soon." He spoke, quickly ending the call. He was hoping you wouldn't smell the other girl on him, hoping you couldn't see what he got up to last night in his eyes, he was hoping you were none the wiser. He regretted it, sure, but what you don't know won't hurt you.

You were waiting at home when you heard someone knock on the door. Thinking it might have been the post man, you quickly wrapped a blanket around you and ran to open it. But it was Ben. He was the one who gave you these weird looks, that spoke to you like a lost child. You didn't have much patience for him, only putting a smile on when you were around him and Mason.

"I need to talk to you," Ben spoke hastily, inviting himself in and sitting on the couch, "I don't have much time, I need to tell you this before Mason gets here."

"I thought Mason was at yours?" Now you were definitely confused.

"No," Ben sighed, hand on your knee. This man was the weirdest you'd come across, "Mason spent all of last night with another girl. That's where he is right now. He lied to you."

At first, your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest, but then you began to think about it. Why should you trust Ben, the weirdo who gives you nothing but creepy looks? This man made you feel so unwelcome from the moment you met.

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's happened before." Ben confessed, sighing deeply. He was ratting out his friend, but you deserved to know the truth, even if it hurt you, "you're not the first girl he's cheated on, he goes through them in months. I don't want you to be hurt by this."

Why would he lie about something like this? It was clear he was being honest with you, his eyes trained onto yours as he spoke. Your heart was truly breaking in front of Ben, so much so, you couldn't keep it in. He caught you as you leaned forward, weeping into his lap and wanting the ground to swallow you up.

Mason made you feel like nothing short of royalty. And he'd done this. Not only that, but you had to hear it from his best friend. "He's completely fucked me over."

"I know," Ben whispered, comforting you as you wept, "I'm so sorry, Y/N, you're such a nice girl and I don't want you to be hurt by him and his dick-ish way with girls."

You looked up at Ben, and he could see the exhaustion in your eyes, despite waking up less than an hour ago. You wanted to be done with all of this, having gone through it with your exes one too many times before. "Thank you for telling me," you whimpered, Ben wiping the tears from your cheeks, "I guess you're not so bad after all."

"Huh?"

He had no idea you felt that way about him, so you quickly sat up and corrected yourself. "I always wondered why you gave me such weird looks and spoke to me like a lost child, I still wonder now."

Ben stood up, picking his phone and keys up from the coffee table and giving you another sympathetic look. "Because I felt bad for you."

It wasn't him long until Mason had walked through the front door, immediately approaching you on the couch to give you some affection. Making up for sleeping with another girl, no doubt. You remembered what Ben said before he left, that you had a place at his until you found yourself a place, you just had to promise you'd end things with Mason.

You looked at Mason, hoping to remember the good things about him. The memories of him picking you up on a late night, just because he wanted to see you. The memories of your dates, your kisses, the funny things he used to do and say. You hoped one day you'd forget he was a cheater, and maybe you could be friends.

"What's up, doll?" He asked, the pet name stinging you now, as it used to give your butterflies.

You couldn't even look at him, hiding you face in embarrassment. For these past few months, Ben and his friends had looked at you with pity, not because they didn't like you. They felt bad for you.

Mason grabbed your hands, forcing you to look at him. He wasn't violent, just desperate. Did you know what he got up to last night? If so, how?

"Was I not good enough for you?"

The question knocked the wind from his chest, as he leaned back on the couch. His head in his hands, he couldn't bare to look at you. You were just another girl on his to-do list, and soon enough you'd be replaced with another girl. Who would fall to the same fate as you did.

"I'm sorry," Mason sighed, regret coursing his veins now, "I'm really, truly sorry."

"I don't think you are. Judging by what I've been told, this is a monthly occurrence for you." You stated, scoffing as you stood up from the couch. The feeling of being in his house made you sick, you needed to leave. "I'm leaving."

"Wait, Y/N, please," he whimpered, reaching out for your wrist, but you shook out of his grip, a grimace on your face, "please, stay. I want to make this work. You're different."

You were different. He was just stuck in his routine now, and hurt you in the process. The girl he really, really liked. You had brought out a different side of him, he found himself with sore cheeks from laughing all day, and helplessly falling for you. You were enough for him, more than enough, but you weren't enough to break him out of his cycle. Maybe if he gave it more time, he'd realise just how good you were for him.

It was too late to beg for you to stay, as you were now in his driveway with some bags, getting into Ben's car. It was too late to get you back, he'd hurt you and now he had to deal with the consequences himself.

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keimisan · 3 years

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↪ perfection in your flaws - t.mitsuya

words: 7,822

descript: you're the sole guardian of your twin younger brothers, and you just recently moved to a cheaper apartment, where you meet the kind neighbor, mitsuya takashi. and through your ups and downs, through your hardships and happiness, through the time you spend with him, his sisters and your brothers- mitsuya comes to love it all.

warning(s): fluff? fluff. second pov, female reader, set when you and mitsuya are both seventeen but toman exists, angst with happy ending.

I tried a different format this time, with no capitals T.T for @lila-skies, don't know if i did this plot justice, but thank you for letting me write it, it was wonderful.

p.s: you can't tell me mitsuya doesn't call mana baby.

takashi mitsuya is an excellent brother, luna and mana knew so, everyone around him knew so. but when it comes to the brother in question, mitsuya has never been very confident. he’s always trying his best, but there’s still a lingering feeling of, what if he's not providing them enough, what if he's not the best I can be, what if they feel obligated to limit their desire just because they were poor, what if they’re unhappy- so many what if’s and so many questions that were inescapable.

“taka taka!”

mitsuya’s attention shifts towards his young sister from the patch of wool he was sewing, palpably noticing the tears that smeared her cheeks and her rosy, swollen nose as she waddles towards him. he immediately gets up from his seat, rushing to his sister as he kneels down, “what happened, mana?”

“thaw boy hwurt me!” mana exclaims, a wave of unstoppable tears raining down her reddish eyes.

“where are you hurt baby?”

“thwere,” mana mumbles, pointing to her right knee- a little reddish scratch blemishing her skin. mitsuya gently wipes her tears away with the pad of his thumb, one of his hands sliding down to tenderly pat her slouched shoulders.

“it’s alright, it’ll be fine once I patch it up.”

he slides his hands under mana's arms, lifting her to sit on his bed as he fetches the medical kit reserved for his little sisters. mana’s hiccups are the only sound he hears when he softly caresses the slight scratch with a pinch of ointment, making sure that he’s never pressing too hard. then he brings up mana’s favorite plaster strip- an animated cat with a copperplate kawaii written under it. mana’s pout brightens up at the sight of the cat’s doodle, and mitsuya carefully swipes it on the joint of her knee.

“there you go, better?”

mitsuya smiles when his sibling nods her head vigorously, her dinky hair-buns bopping along with her- as if the scratch was never there in the first place.

“taka will go and see who hurt mana, will you come with me?”

mitsuya takes her tiny hands into his, ushering her to lead the way as he stands up. he walks along with mana in slow steps until they reach the staircase that lead to the ground floor; and mana jumps down the stairs, dragging him by the arm as she occasionally exudes light sniffles. he supposes it was the new neighbor’s kid who’d recently moved downstairs- since mana’s never been this upset throughout the years they’d lived here; in fact, she’s gotten along with the neighbors quite well.

It’s the second door to the ground floor where the new residents moved in- quite obvious with the cartoon boxes laying around in front of the door, messily. the door’s open, he notices; and a little boy, around the same height as mana sat on one of the many boxes.

“is it him?” mitsuya asks, earning a brief nod from mana- who’d already hid herself behind his legs. he walks over to the young boy with mana trailing behind, walking through the thin space the boxes provided.

“hello, little guy,” mitsuya greets; and the boy, with short brown hair and shimmering hazel eyes, instantly looks up. his eyes shift to mana behind the older's legs and mitsuya can already say that he’d been terribly apologetic as he hurridly jumps down the cardboard, uttering a faint, “h-hello,”

“my sister says she's upset at you, is that true mister?” mitsuya’s voice is cool despite the fright that glosses the latter’s eyes and he almost feels bad for confronting the preschooler because of how courteously he bows down in a formal apology.

“I’m really sorry-”

“haru, I told you not to play around here,” comes a feminine voice through the door. mitsuya looks up, and his eyes land on you; your features are starkly similar to the young boy but not your messy appearance, with your clothes in a mess of dust and a plastic medic box in your hands. you must be his mother, he thinks, or his guardian.

but you looked too young.

your eyes meet with his when you notice another presence, and then fall down to see a young girl shrouding behind his legs, firmly gripping onto his pants with watery, twinkling eyes. a crease forms on your eyebrows as you match the girl with the voluntary testimony your brother had given you earlier, concluding that, “ah, you must be the little girl’s guardian,” you say.

“uh, yes, my sister told me that--”

“I’m extremely sorry for the trouble my brother has caused. there’s just so many boxes that he ended up losing his balance, it’s my fault too,” you say, directly cutting him off with a slight bow- but not as profound as your brother.

ah, so this is what happened.

It matched up too, the little boy looked nowhere near as harmful as mana made him out to be- instead, he appeared quite meek and humble. however, mana wasn’t happy with the boy’s proven innocence.

“taka, he pwushed me,” mana mumbles from behind his feet, pointing at her accidental offender.

“it was a mistake!” the boy exclaims back, “I apologize, mister,” he dips into an apologetic bow, yet again, and mitsuya notices a similar scratch mark on his left knee, partly curtained by his palm that covered it.

“he told me about it the moment your sister ran off, he accidentally tripped and ended up pushing her,” you join your brother with another bow and like any other responsible older sibling, you repeat his apology as your own, “I’m extremely sorry for the inconvenience.”

“it’s alright, please get up,” mitsuya is shaken at the extent of your modesty, going as far as to stand low for a mistake your brother had committed; but the lingering question was still apparent like headlights in the precinct of his mind- were you his only guardian then?

when you and your brother stand straight, he notices the ambiguous yet distinct similarities you both sported, especially with both your hands folded courtly at front. It didn’t look like you’d had more elders in your place, since you appeared to be handling the work of one house on your own- but, you were still too young to be taking care of a boy, someone of such a premature age.

“ane-ne!”

mitsuya is even more baffled when another small figure exits the door- that too, a kid who looked exactly like the boy he was facing. the same height, the same satiny brown hair, the same alluring hazel eyes and the same, indifferent humility painting his voice.

you look behind when you notice the voice, and you immediately look to be internally sweating when the other appears immensely worried. a gasp leaves your mouth and you almost trip out of your apron as you exclaim in cognisance, “I left the water boiling!”

mitsuya is sure he feels your concern on a spiritual level.

“fu--, no no, I can’t curse,” you stutter as you say so, heavily concerned, but mitsuya can’t keep the little smile that demands itself on his face because of your dilemma he finds all too relatable. “I’m sorry sir, but I gotta leave.”

he watches as your busy form hurries into the house, in a visible panic. the little boy however, stands there, dumbfounded and zealously staring at mitsuya. mitsuya offers him a scant smile, and mana steps out from his behind, silently gaping at the two identical faces.

mana has never seen such resemblance in two siblings.

“hiroshi, haruki!”

The boy in front of the door immediately rushes inside at the holler and the other; the other boy clamps his legs together and bows, “excuse me,” he says as he too, runs inside the house, carefully passing through the boxes that litter their front.

“taka,” mana says.

“yes?”

“thwey look swame,” mana exclaims in astonishment as she looks up to see mitsuya gently smiling at the ajar door. “I guess they’re twins, mana,” he replies, bending down to caress the top of her head.

“what’s twins?”

“it means they were born together.”

mana looks quite dejected at his answer and mitsuya wonders why, he was positive there wasn’t anything to be upset about here. “I thought doramon mwade a dwuplicate,” she says, voice disconsolate, and mitsuya’s eyes droop down in a straight line, wondering if he’d ever get used to this.

she’s a kid after all.

“too much tv, mana.”

The bell chimes in when another customer enters the café, the majority of it already packed with a bunch of students and elderly people. you can’t spare your attention to the new customer, having been occupied with mixing the concoction of syrups and chocolate into heavy milk. you do have your hopes on your co-worker though, who you’d left behind, but who’s also terrible at handling customers.

honestly you didn’t know why the owner had even employed him, his temper was straight-up frightening and your heart spins on anxiety every time you leave him alone. hence, you try your best to hurry and have him get back into the kitchen so that you could receive the orders.

The moment you step out of the staff-only door and hand the beverage over to your co-worker, subtly telling them to deliver it to table five- you see the corner most table occupied with a single person, it shouldn’t be though. you walk to the corner of the aisle, scrutinizing to relieve your concerns of where are my brothers, they aren’t unsafe, right?

but hiroshi and haruki are right there, sitting diffidently in front of the said stranger, though he looked quite familiar when you looked close. you quickly wipe your hands on your black apron, making your way over to the corner to take a look, curious.

hiroshi and haruki are efficiently chatting, the most they can at their age anyway, and the boy who sits with them, is who you notice to be the one you’d met the other day. that boy who came with the little girl. his arms are folded over the table and he’s softly smiling at your two siblings, haruki’s occasional bubbly exterior coming into view and hiroshi trying his hardest to contain the energetic boy. as a sister, seeing them so gleeful made your heart swell, filled with the maternal gratification you relished so much.

“hello sir,” you speak, making the latter look up to meet your eyes. you’d say it was the first time you’d gotten such a close look at his face, and his divine lavender eyes that peered into yours.

“I was wondering why your brothers were there,” he says, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness. his eyes double-taking a proper look on you, he asks, “do you mind if i..?”

“no, it’s totally alright," you smile at him, your hands waving to symbolize nonchalance, "you live in the same apart right?”

“yes, right upstairs, mitsuya takashi.”

“I see. I’m y/n.”

then it falls to thin silence, however, mitsuya tries to make the most of it as he takes in your features; your subtle yet tired eyes, your hands that looked too calloused to be of a teenager's and your endearing gaze as you look at your twin brothers, whispering soft nothings to them. It had clicked him the moment he met the twins, why were they here? you must’ve had no one to take care of them back at home if you brought them here during work hours.

did you bring them here everyday?

It was hard to keep your eyes on the kids when you were diligently working, but it was the best decision, he surmised, to have your eyes on them it was the best you could do.

“anything to order, sir?” you ask after you tuck a strand of hair behind your ears- that mitsuya notices rather attentively- your notebook and pen ready to take note.

“a latte would be fine.”

“coming right up.”

then he watches your figure vanish off behind the counters, and your brothers eager to let him continue where he left off.

mitsuya knew he wasn’t being very interesting, but the way haruki’s face lit up every time he smiled back at him was fervent, and mitsuya couldn’t help but feel the accomplishment creeping in when hiroshi burst out in a smile along with his twin.

they both looked the same, but were such different personalities that it baffled mitsuya. while haruki was so utterly cute, pink fanning his rosy cheeks and jutted lips spread in a small smile, hiroshi was composed and calm, brethren of serenity pooling under his fingertips like silver. while haruki’s ruffled brown hair amplified his adorable appeal, gorgeous wisps falling over his cute little eyes; hiroshi’s tender eyes added to his reserved charm, his bangs combed and styled in neat strands.

after he’s done with the coffee and with entertaining your brothers, he briefly ruffles their hair- partly apologetic for ruining hiroshi’s neat coiffure- but it was too tempting not to, he excuses. then mitsuya struts off to the counter, paying (that's just an excuse) as he strikes a small conversation to let you know just how amazing your siblings had been.

honestly, mitsuya was mesmerized at the compassionate glint in your eyes when you talked about them, and the minute spurt of pride that glazed you equally insecure lips. It was apparent simply by watching that you loved your siblings to bits, and if mitsuya could do anything to help, he knew he’d do it without a second thought.

“they’re usually quite compliant, but I can’t really keep them sat on one place for so many hours. besides, my superior doesn’t really fancy it, but I had no choice,” you say, expressing your concerns as you sullenly look over to your twin brothers. “I’m not able to give them the time they need, it feels like I’m extricating them from e good upbringing. it's distressing for me but there’s nothing else I can do.”

mitsuya’s eyes fall over to them along with you, watching as haruki tries to fabricate tissues into an aeroplane and hiroshi simply peers- the amusement hidden beneath his sealed lips. and mitsuya thinks, he thinks; what if he could keep them with his little sisters? It would heave a great responsibility from your shoulders.

“you’re doing your best, you know it right? If it’s too much for you, I can take them both to stay with my little sisters,” mitsuya offers, observing a leaf of hope that breeds on your lashes.

“sisters?”

“yeah, I have two younger sisters. the youngest is mana, the one I came with the other day. and there’s luna, she’s two years older,” mitsuya informs, watching as your expression turns into one of awe, watching as your feet inclines to oscillate, but doesn’t, instead you sport a smile of glee when you ask him, “so you take care of your sisters?”

“uhuh,” mitsuya nods his head in affirmation, “I watch over them most of the time since my mom is busy, so it’s totally fine if you leave your brothers with me,”

but trusting an almost stranger with your brothers that are gem of your heart, it wasn’t as easy.

“I’d visit you tomorrow to meet your sisters, I’m sure haruki and hiroshi would be thrilled. I hope they can bond, so that I could leave them with you with no worries,” you tell him. then you dip into a grateful bow, your hands clasped into one hold as you say, “thank you so much, mitsuya-kun.”

“ah, please don’t bow!”

mitsuya is scared to bits because you might bow in any unknown time and he’s afraid he doesn’t know how to handle so much of formal gratitude; but then you stand up, head tilting to deepen the dimples that stretch your cheeks into pellets, “thank you really, mitsuya-kun.”

mitsuya would be lying if he said it didn’t affect him, you didn’t affect him; because his hands stutter midway when your eyes are barely visible through the tight-lipped smile you give him. and his fingers are cold when yours are pressing onto your own, poignant and beholden for the hope he’s offered for your siblings.

“please, the pleasure is mine.”

today was the day you’d decided to assess the opportunity of mitsuya takashi, the kind boy who lived upstairs. if you were to be honest with yourself, it’s frightening, since you couldn’t trust anyone blindly, even if their intentions are as pure as protein in egg-whites- it’s hard to.

you walk steadily towards the door in question, your brothers by both your sides, obediently clutching onto your hands. then, the front of the door with a neatly written “mitsuya” strikes at your heart, you really were doing it. but you suppress the concise blotch of uncertainty into the segment of hair that you tuck behind your ear and then you knock.

one, two, three – succinct thumps against the wooden door.

one, two, three – you wait.

one, two and –

“y/n-chan!”

mitsuya peeks through the door as he unlocks it wide, letting you into the floors of his cliquey yet convivial home, "come in."

“ah, I’m afraid I cannot come inside right now,” you say, politely refusing his generosity.

“I’m sorry for the trouble, but could you…..let haruki and hiroshi stay for the time being?” you ask, and even though he’d affirmed you that it was okay, that it was his deliberate will to let them stay, you still considered the diaphanous strip of prospect that he might not be able to.

but mitsuya smiles as he utters a rather generous, “come in, haruki, hiroshi,” ushering them to leave the warmth of your palms. haruki doesn’t bother to hesitate and merrily tunnels into the house, his eyes wandering everywhere to scrutinize the details of a new home. hiroshi, on the other hand, seems tersely iffy about it; but as you hold both of his hands in yours and give them a little embrace, telling him it’s alright; hiroshi too, steps into the house, taking a truncate look at mitsuya’s standing silhoutte.

“he behaves so mature,” mitsuya says, a bewildered glint in his eyes. “he does, it’s like he’s already so grown up.”

mitsuya looks at the smile that formulates on your face, your grip on your baggage tightening. and he watches when you crouch down and call for your siblings, “hiroshi, haruki, I’ll be back in the evening, stay with oniisan, okay?”

haruki is the first one who comes running straight into your embrace as hiroshi too, joins him in rather steady steps. you snuggle into their warmth, patting their back with adoration when the both of them press a moist kiss on your cheeks- and mitsuya stares with a smile, watching you giggle, the sonorous melody leaving you so effortlessly.

he thinks it’s the first time he’s seen you actually smile, so genuinely, with your gums show-casing only to turn your lids into hemispheres. he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t notice when your eyes lock into his, and when he’s peering into yours too, pre-occupied. “thank you, mitsuya-kun,” you mutter, and mitsuya thinks he’s been thrown into a tempest because of how graciously your melody enthused his instruments.

“don’t mention it.”

that afternoon, you’re greeted by an unexpected visit from your neighbor, who comes into the café and leans against the counter. you eye him suspiciously at first, your gaze speaking the words of doubt seeing him stroll in so nonchalantly when he's supposed to be at home with his- and yours too- siblings. but the latter informs you that his friend hakkai was there back at home, with both of your gentlemanly brothers and sisters; subtly specifying that said hakkai 'loved' kids and that he’d had no problem babysitting four kids all by himself.

he partially felt guilty for lying like that, because four kids and hakkai meant the tall boy’s utter demise, but he’s gotta do it when the situation demands.

he tells you that mana and haruki got along quite well even after their feud that’d happened the first day, and that luna completely adores your twins and impartially stated that, “they’re better than mana,” to which he’d laughed. he tells you that as much as his sisters loved your brothers, he loved them too.

and strangely enough, it makes you blush.

thus, before you could begin to foresee, it became an everyday routine for you to leave your brothers with mitsuya before you retired for work. after two weekends of you spending the days at mitsuya’s abode because of your brother’s incessant insists, his sisters grew to be too fond of you; so before you left for work, it wasn’t just your brothers smooching your cheeks but his sisters too, clung onto your arms and gave you little moist kisses and bid you a very heartfelt goodbye.

even mitsuya saw how your heart wrenched when mana told you to, "come back soon, sis!"

your little brothers and his little sisters were always, from dawn to dusk, always together. It turned out that they became attached to each other’s backs, never wanting to break away, never wanting to separate. and you’d become a little family of two guardians and four siblings.

one small family that you'd never known would become such an essential part of your life.

mitsuya, on the other hand, visits you almost every day, with the excuse that hakkai was there and diligently watching the four troublemakers. though you should be glad that he’s aiding your café’s financial economy, but sometimes you told him that he didn’t really need to come daily, to which the lavender-haired boy replied, “I like it here, so why not?”

but you’re too oblivious to notice the sparkles in his eyes that only shined for you.

mitsuya attentively watches you work, watches when you tuck the stray thread of hair behind your ears while his feel empty, when you bite your lips while his are cold, when you accidentally smear powdered milk on your cheeks and innocuously forget to clean it while his hand itches to, or when you let out that big sigh of relief after your work-day comes to an end while he too, relishes in your joy. so mitsuya completely, utterly, thoughtlessly blames his biased impulse when he asks you, “I’ll take you home, hop on.”

mitsuya’s enchanted, as much he already knew, even more than how the flowers captivated him, even more than he thought he could be.

and when you loosely but securely hold onto his jacket as he speeds up on the road, mitsuya loses all reason to keep on impugning any of his impulses- because while his nerves are as steady as your immaterial presence, his heart is in a turmoil against all his rational permanence. he’d shamelessly add on that, even after months of his self-proclaimed routine, he’s still not used to the searing heat that engulfs his organism whenever you’re this close, this near to him.

he thinks it’s weird, he thinks it’s totally abnormal for him but he knows it too.

but he can’t confess, not yet.

mitsuya would've never surmised the hell that breaks loose when he receives a call from you, in sunny daylight.

the sun was high up and scorching when he was on his way to touman’s scheduled meeting, an important one that required him to be present. mikey had applied much pressure for the squad captains to be there, claiming that it was necessary and that if his mediator wasn't there, it would cause disorder. the touman settlement at five steps distance, mitsuya’s cellphone rings; and like the usual times, his lips form a smile when he sees your name on the caller id, and his fingers hover above the accept button as he gapes at your smiling face- but he’d have never expected the news that came afterward.

he presses the neon green button, inclining his cellphone beside his ear to greet you- but he doesn’t get to. instead, what he hears is the painful sound of your cries, chanting his name over and over and over again, in a relentless beseech, a relentless pain. “y/n, y/n! respond to me, please,” he pleads over the phone, your sobs prickling like strident needles to his chest.

he hears you heavily sniff through the incessant snivels, prompting yourself to speak something, anything coherent; mitsuya doesn’t expect you explain anything and he’s more than relieved when you reply in choked stammers, “ […] h-hospital.”

and that’s all it takes for him to rush to you in minutes.

he hurriedly gets to the said hospital, mumbling you and your siblings' names to the receptionist in a splutter- he doesn’t bother to say thank you as he runs up the stairs to the third floor, his mind scurrying over the words the woman behind the desk said, “[sirname] haruki is in a critical condition, if you’re one of his guardians, I suggest you complete the arrangements and the payment soon enough.”

mitsuya is terrified, he’s walking on needles and sheathed swords and it hurts, it really does when he sees your tear-stricken face buried into your hands, sitting in the waiting area with hiroshi by your side. hiroshi’s too little to understand, too young to reciprocate the pain you’re feeling, but his little hands caress your back anyway, his eyes skimming to half-lidded sadness as you cry into your hands.

mitsuya’s sure that the little one doesn’t even understand what’s happening, why you’re crying, or why his other half’s in the operation room and why they’re not letting him, letting you through. It’s all the more painful when his mind skids over and over and all he can say as his feet stutter in front of you is, “I’m so sorry,”

you look up, with your lashes fluttering with an unstoppable tide of tears that mitsuya wished, prayed he could swipe with the pad of his fingers. your lips tremble when you press them together, and your arms jump up to cloak around his neck in desperation, in utter vulnerability. mitsuya holds you close, sneaking his arms around your waist when you conceal your face into his nape, letting out a few sobs, a few cries, a few choked whispers as you clutch onto the material of his shirt- leasing all your burdens, all your tears and your tremulous fingertips reside against the cotton of his shirt.

“h-haruki,” you try to speak, but it all comes in incoherent stammers- you don’t want to try, you knew you didn’t need to try because mitsuya gets it, he understands it.

“it’ll be fine, trust me, it’ll be okay,” he whispers into your ear, caressing your back in consoling, slow strokes. he lets you cry into his shoulders, lets you dampen his shirt that he couldn’t care less about, lets you hold onto him as the only support that held you together.

“mitsuya,” you croak, “mitsuya, what if i lose him?” you bring your face out, your eyes barely open with the horror of your own words, “I can’t, I can’t lose him!”

mitsuya can’t say anything, can’t word anything out because really, what if? he too had his sisters, he too would break if anything were to happen to them. and just like his sisters were everything to him, yours were too. but, what if, what if, what if- it’s excruciating to think, even more painful to visualize the possibilities of what if, what could happen; what if, what if, what if.

he too, didn’t know.

his heart tugs and sears itself away as your chest reverberates with your sobs, your lachrymose eyes filled with grief, consternation, and pain. he wished he could take it all away, take all the worries and all the pain away from you- make it his if he has to, he’d do it a thousand more times if he has to. but seeing you like this, was unbearable for him.

so he really can’t do anything as he sits you down on the bench yet again and crouches down to pull hiroshi into his chest- simply hearing you cry, the remnants of your pain that he could feel stabbing at his own eyes as he mutters to you, “it’ll be alright, he’ll be okay,” — and to himself.

It’s been a month since haruki was rushed to the hospital, a month since the dreadful time you'd passed in the hospital corridors. the mere remembrance of it brings you fright, you never want to go through it again, never want to face that pain again. you knew all together how excruciating it felt, how you felt like you'd been broken to innumerable pieces that mitsuya could barely fit in his hands.

it's too painful, you think.

however, the operation was successful and the doctors assured that he’d be fine within the next few weeks. but boy, haruki was absolutely vigilant, he couldn’t bear the thought of not getting to play and not getting to torment hiroshi by kicking him. and while he was resting in your chambers, luna and mana made it a habit to stay in your room and entertain him.

you didn’t know what you’d do if you didn’t have those little girls, if you didn’t have mitsuya.

but haruki’s pleads were getting incessant so you’d convinced mitsuya and took him to the park with a few of his friends for extra help- and also met the infamous hakkai he’s always mentioned.

at first you and mitsuya were with haruki, watching his every movement to see if anything hurt, worried and livid with any discomfort he displayed. but after a while, haruki was more than fine and so, he pushed you both to go rest under the tree- having known himself how much strain you’d put on yourself ever since his release.

hakkai was terrible with kids, so your noted. while chifuyu, a friend of mitsuya who’d owned striking cyan eyes and blonde hair, excelled at the art of babysitting- but he treated them too much like he was handling a cat. and takemichi, oh him, the poor lad who’d done nothing but been ignored and only demanded a little bit of attention- did the bravest thing possible.

while hakkai was busy getting tackled by mana and haruki, takemichi went near them like the hero he thought he was, and declared in strong, authorative words to, “fight me instead,” and that was how he dug his own grave, with mana and haruki stuck on his stomach as he gets fists of sand thrown at him. on the other side, you see hiroshi and luna dangling on chifuyu’s legs, refusing to let go of their grip and the laughter that never ceased to escape.

you think it’s bliss in the form of smiles.

“say y/n,” mitsuya says, staring off to space, and you reply in a hmm, “if it’s alright to ask, don’t you have any other guardians? you’re too young to be working instead of going to school.”

you stay silent for a few, though you weren’t scared to tell him, he deserved to know anyway. but you still take a few seconds to formulate your words and without any hesitation, you reply, “no, I don’t. it’s because our parents passed away right before we moved. and I didn’t really have any relatives I could rely on. I didn’t want to too, they never bear good intentions- the relatives I mean.”

you then look at him as he stares back into your eyes, “we moved because I wanted to save money, in case something like- something like this happened,” you smile at him but mitsuya knows the unsaid words that you hide- in case one of you fell to the clasps of death, you wanted the money to save them.

you were so prepared that it makes mitsuya’s nerves run through a hill.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“no it’s alright," you wave your hands in dismissal, "you’ve helped me so much. you should know.”

mitsuya clamors all the courage that he had in him, and slowly encases your hands into his; giving them a soft squeeze- and feeling how snugly your hands fit into his- he says, “please know you can come to me for anything, any kind of help. I’d gladly do it for you.”

anything? you think. mitsuya was a rather rational being, so such words out of him were out of your expectation. your lips break out in mellifluous laughter, and you remove one of your hands to keep it above his, “anything?”

“well, almost--”

“can’t take your words back, mitsuya kun.”

mitsuya simply smiles as you laugh in front of him, your head tipping back, the hair you’d tucked behind your ears coming loose. “you’re doing so much for me that there’s nothing more I could ask of you. I can’t spend time with my brothers, or take them to places, treat them to restaurants because I have to work. I’ve chosen to give up on my ambition for them, I’d do anything and everything it takes for them, so thank you really. for doing the things I couldn’t.”

the last part of your speech catches his attention like a grasshopper on his windowsill, “you had a dream?”

“it sounds weird to say this now, but yes I did,” you reply, letting the loose strands of hair irritate your lashes, “i…wanted to be a model,”—it’s impossible now, you think. but you don’t really regret, you don’t regret one pinch of all that you’ve sacrificed for your brothers who are your entire world. “but I’m not cut out for it anymore I think.”

mitsuya seems to ponder for a while, and then he eyes you with the mesmerizing and affectionate look in his eyes that brought along that soft smile of adoration, “no, I think you’d make a great model.”

you go along with his dreamy atmosphere, your head tilting as you ask, “really, you think so?”

mitsuya’s free hand rises to tuck your flowing hair behind your ears that had already imitated the color of the similar vermillion sky, “I know so,” and you know he’s not joking at all when he says, “you’re always stunning.”

that makes you abruptly break free the taut hold of your hands, though you regret it right afterward when you begin to miss the soothing warmth of his palms. you look away from him, bringing your hands up to your face to feign a cough- or to hide the crimson that coated your cheeks, you didn’t know, “I could sit here and watch them wall day, they look so happy.”

mitsuya knows how cliché euphemisms are, how cheesy affectionate words are, but his mind seems to spill all of the poetry, all of those verses like a hymn when it comes to you. he’d say you’re godforsaken-ly perfect, godforsaken-ly beautiful and godfor-fucking-sakenly so gorgeous that he can't begin to explain; but he knows you’re not flawless, you’re not the goddess of perfection his eyes may make you out to be. because that’s what makes you all the more beautiful-- your imperfections, the crinkles of your eyes, the scratched skin of your forearm, all the things he knew you’d never liked about yourself- he loves it, he loves them.

say you take the moon for example, the full of flaws, splotched part of the galaxy bards romanticized to be eternally perfect, but it really wasn’t. it was so filled with imperfections and blemishes and dark gray within its white that its flaws were what made its splendor all the more encasing.

he thinks that’s you. that’s your charm, that’s the coruscate that takes refuge in your eyes as you look away from him, that’s the shine that furbishes your silken hair to strings of velvet, that’s the lacklustre that graces your fingers and the skin of your rubicund cheeks, that’s the uneven surface of your lips that you’d bitten at any chance you’d got, that’s your specialty, your perfection, your excellence- just so you.

the perfection in your flaws.

mitsuya mumbles, unheard by you, “I could sit with you forever.”

final

“miss y/n!”

— comes the bellowing voice of the woman behind the ornate wooden desk, calling for you in a whim of apprehension. you turn around to face her and consecutively, your hair slides above your forehead, covering a part of your eyes; but you don’t bother, you don’t tuck it behind your ears like you normally would, “yes?”

“It’s out of your official schedule, but you have an appointment during the lunch hours,” she informs.

“lunch hours?”

she haphazardly goes through her pile of papers, whimsically looking for a particular encrypted parchment; you watch her as she mutters a ‘please wait’ and scrambles through the envelopes on her chair- till you see her grab a piece which wasn't paper.

she brings up a silver-accentuated piece of clothe to you, its surface embroidered in flowers and a letter you knew all too well. “sir asked me to tell you to meet him during the lunch hours,” she says, handing you the handkerchief that slithers like silk into your palm.

despite you knowing who it was like the other side of your palm, you still ask, “who was it?”

“designer mitsuya takashi.”

you nod to her as a sign of approval, thanking her before you stride off to his workplace, at the very end of the hallway and preferably the largest room in the complex.

you’d have never imagined it, never imagined your rather exorbitant heels to click against the tiled floor as you walk in a rather expensive dress garnishing your figure. you’d never have imagined the boyish mitsuya you’d known forever to knock on your door after years you’d lost count of- his lilac hair grown further his neck, his slender figure wearing a priceless suit that complemented his similarly lavish business card.

you wanted to cry, you wanted to hug him and ask him why; why did he leave without saying anything? why did he leave after he told you he liked you? why wasn’t he there? or where even was he? you wanted to jump into his arms the moment you saw him, tell him that you’ve missed him so much while he wasn’t there, tell him that you liked him, no, you loved him back, tell him to never leave again because it really hurt to have a part of your life gone and detached from you. but, you do none; you shut the door right to his face and hear him exclaim behind the doors.

"ah, y/n!"

he rang the doorbell another few times, promptly giving up when you showed no signs of mercy. you’d thought he left when you open the door again, with a sea of tears in your eyes- but there he was, with his kind eyes and serene smile and waving at you as if he’d done nothing.

you broke down right then and there when mitsuya takashi, apologetic as ever, pulls you into him, softly cradling your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. you try to push him away, punch him with all your remaining strength, tell him to get away and that you didn’t want to see him after all this time- but he only holds you closer, his lips right beside your ears as he mumbles, “I’m sorry y/n.”

you guessed you never had it in you to be mad at him, never intended to push him away when he’s so deliberately calling out for you- so you couldn’t really blame yourself when you slumped onto him, simply crying your heart out. your get out’s turned into don’t leave’s and your I don’t want to see you turned into why didn’t you come sooner?

you guessed love was as persistent as ever.

“work with me, y/n,” he says, offering you his business card from the other side of the table. “work with me and use me to get to your dreams.”

that’s how you're now trying on the most recent of his new creations that weren't revealed to the public or any agencies yet. facts unchanged, mitsuya takashi is an excellent couturier, so his tailoring is zero to never not pleasing. you know when you try the dress on that he's spent so much time trying to get it to fit your figure, every little stitch and every little piece of fabric- even the colour, is hand-picked exclusively for you; and you know by how it hugs your curvatures that he's been the best version his own persnickety critic when he made it to look pretty only on you.

"how is it?" he asks you, the measuring tape hanging around his neck and his fingers gliding over the smooth surface of the polished wood of his sewing table.

"beautiful," you say, performing a little twirl, a gracious smile on your face to emphasize how much you really liked its outlook. mitsuya then comes up behind you to clip the topmost button you'd missed- which wasn't even compulsory because most people won't notice that. but mitsuya, he can't miss it, he can’t but gape at your salient details and your intricate expressions.

he clips up the button and smiles to the mirror, "you're always beautiful."

even after the almost two years you’ve worked with him, his compliments never cease to paint your cheeks into a shade of pink, “thank you,” you say — like you always did, whenever he threw those praises you’ve never heard him say to anyone else.

unbeknownst to you, he quietly spins you around, taking both your hands into his as he looks into your eyes with vehemence pooling in his two orbs. unbeknownst to you, he marvels at the garnet dress he’d sewed himself, caressing at your skin as his other hand slips down to rest in his pockets. unbeknownst to you, he reveals a similar velvet coated case from his concealed pocket, looking at the tears that coat your eyes. and totally, chastely, yet wickedly unbeknownst to you, he presses a kiss to your forehead, uttering in intransigent, committed words, “marry me,”

you’re absolutely flabbergasted as he kneels down before you, your hands adapting a tremble as you anticipate his actions; but the latter, he smiles as if it were nothing. mitsuya slowly opens the maroon case to reveal an equally vibrant yet minimalistic ring as himself, proposing yet again, “marry me, y/n.”

you don’t know if you wanted to gasp and animatedly say yes like you’ve always wanted to, or if you wanted to bend down and kiss him right then and there because- he’s really proposing to you, mitsuya takashi is proposing to you.

“be mine baby?”

but you can’t really voice out anything when you clamp your hands on your lips, irrepressible tears streaming down your cheeks as you repeatedly nod your head. mitsuya seems to have premonished the situation, seems to be not shaken at all because of how handsomely he asks for your hand, prompting you to drop your right hand onto his.

and after all this time, you say, “i’ll marry you, takashi!”

as mitsuya slides the ornate ring on your ring finger, he wastes no time- immediately standing up to slither his arms around your waist as he entraps your lips into his, kissing you with all the words he couldn't speak, all the feelings he couldn't express.

his tepid, soft lips moved slowly against yours as his arms held you tighter, enabling you to keep your balance through the shivers and the sudden loss of strength in you. you felt him smile into the kiss as your fingers fondle with his mullet, and he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, moving his lips in a slow, passionate rhythm. even if it was just a kiss, a silent form of intimacy; to you, it spoke of countless words, words that were indescribable and laced with ample epiphany.

this was so much more better, so much more magical than all the times he’d planned for the perfect proposing kiss. but that wasn’t perfect, perfect was a now, perfect was the sentiment you shared, perfect was the longing, the triumph.

perfect was you.

as much as he didn’t want to break away, you both were getting out of breath and he could feel you struggling to keep the pace. mitsuya breaks the kiss, wet lips ghosting over yours and foreheads in the heart-hold and simple, pure joy rushing in his veins. he couldn’t but burst into the widest smile he could generate, with both his hands enfolded around your face, thumb in constant motion as it blindly glided over your cheek.

this was your happy ending.

“you're good?” he asks- as if he didn't just kiss you breathless, as if he didn't just kneel down in the most fanatical way, as if he didn't just ask you to marry him like your prince in shining, blinding delight.

as if he wasn’t having fun while you inhaled sharply to regain your stability.

“no, i'm not dumbass!”

mitsuya lifts your panting face to meet his smile; and then he, with all the care in the world, tenderly tucks your free hair behind your ear, “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he says.

“you could’ve always done that,” you reply, giggling into his lips. he kisses your lips again, “nah, it feels different when you have a stunning fiancé,”

you puff your lips in a pout, “I wasn’t before? is that why you didn’t confess?”

mitsuya takes amusement in your faux sulk, pressing onto your cheeks, he chuckles, “you’re always stunning.”

“I just wanted to give you the happiness, be the man that you deserve.”

you stare into his lavender eyes you loved so much, as if they were a token from undulated amethyst, broken and turned into orbs that no beauty could top, “I love you, takashi.”

though it’s natural of you to say this, mitsuya still can’t evoke his eyes from turning into saucers. then it’s your turn as you press an abbreviate peck on his lips, watching with amusement how the crimson his cheeks share are so akin to yours, “ and I always wanted to do this.”

you’ve never expected a happiness this bright to smoke into your life, savoring in its redamancy that never ceased to amaze you. but it's mitsuya takashi, the boy who’d always had you back, the boy who’d been the epitome of your comforts, and now the man that owned half of your life. he bumps your noses and returns back to kissing you with the smile and the finesse never leaving him and you wonder.

you wonder how you could get so lucky.

you wonder how he could come to love the perfection in your flaws.

i whopped my ass over this, and as i come to the end of editing, my legs are fucking numb and its 3 in the morning. i'm dying but it's good that i post this before i die.

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Canidae - Geto Suguru

Ah, my first hybrid au and full on yandere piece for jjk! A momentous occasion, I hope everyone likes it lol, femme reader btw. 7.5k words

part two

Content warnings: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, kidnapping, not a/b/o but there’s mentions of going into heat, size difference(although I’m not sure how well I wrote it), talking about a past murder(but no actual killing), choking, stalking, dumbification, kind of shy/skittish reader, drugging(w/ pills and w/ a syringe), brief mention of drug usage, needles, slimy men...there’s a lot of slimy men in here

(S/N) = stage name

It’s been about two months since you ran away from home. You try not to think about it, but in the quiet moments of the day, the hours that you should be using to sleep before your next shift, during meals and even at work, it creeps up like a sickness that just won’t leave.

You hadn’t wanted to leave your home, even if the people there weren’t really your family by blood. After being adopted by the Getou family in your late childhood, you thought life would get better. They seemed like a wonderful family of fox hybrids, all silky black hair and cunning little smiles. Although they weren’t in your same species family, as a house cat you could get along with them easily, a subtle praise to evolution for making foxes more like cats than dogs.

“Hey house cat, stop sulking by the bar and go talk to customers.” A slap on the wall next to you jolts you out of your thoughts and into the loud and bustling world around you.

“S-sorry boss.” Ducking your head away from your furious boss, you adjust the skimpy shorts and crop top that truly did nothing to hide your skin. Working at a seedy hostess bar wasn’t exactly the plan when you ran away, but they were the only place willing to hire you.

Looking out across the crowded bar floor, at least you didn’t have to worry about going out on the street and handing out flyers to get customers tonight. There were several men of different species and ages, sitting at the bar with dark liquor or having pretty bunny girls pour drinks from overpriced bottles at private tables.

Taking a glance at what table you’d been assigned, your stomach twisted in knots. It was a table full of lion men, their business suits wrinkled beyond hope and their manes even more disheveled than what was normal for a lion.

“Hey pretty kitty!” One of them shouted drunkenly, waving a large clawed hand at you as you shuffled closer.

“H-hello.” Giving a nervous wave, you felt a little better at seeing a coworker - a red panda hybrid - sitting between a few of them.

“Ah this is (S/N), she’s a newbie!” The girl, who called herself Fuyumi, announced. Holding up her glass in salute, she took a sip.

“Fresh meat huh?” Suddenly, all eyes were on you again, but the atmosphere shifted. A predatory look was shared between the group and a few men got up to let you slide into the booth, next to your coworker.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” A lion purred loudly next to you, putting a heavy hand around your arm and squeezing your shoulder.

“T-thank you! Let me- let me pour you a drink?” Shrinking under the weight and his lecherous gaze, you grabbed the liquor bottle they ordered and refilled a few drinks that needed to be topped up. Your ears were pressed flush to your head from the nerves, tail slightly puffed up behind you.

“So, your name is (S/N)?”

“Mhmm!” The stage name was something you thought of on the fly, trying to make it the least like your real name as possible. Accepting a drink from Fuyumi, you tried to ease the anxiety pricking at your skin.

Listening in on a story being told by one of the men, you tried to act like you were paying attention. Faking a smile, laughing loudly and keeping the drinks full - those were the only things on your mind. Not the clients walking by being escorted to secret back rooms or the people so obviously snorting something up at one of the tables in the back.

“(S/N), you’ve been quiet!” The man with his arm around you shook you side to side, his eyes falling to your breasts moving and being squished together when he squeezed you to him. “Tell us about yourself!”

“Uhm-” Taking a quick glance at Fuyumi, you cleared your throat. “Well I’m new to Tokyo-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He cut you off, an eager look in his eyes. You shook your head obediently. Even if you did have a boyfriend, you couldn’t say yes. You had to be seen as attainable, just within arms reach if they wanted to have you for themselves.

“That’s good, the boys in Tokyo won’t do you any good.” A man to your left chimed in. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his hairy chest covered in golden fur. “But the men in Tokyo are a different story.” He winked at you and you forced a giggle up, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your slight displeasure.

“Yeah, what you need is a man, (S/N). You seem so nervous!”

“House cats usually are.” Fuyumi piped up. Grabbing your chin, she pursed your lips with the tips of her white painted claws. “Isn’t that right?” Cooing at you like a baby, she shook your head and turned you to face the men at the table. “(S/N) was so nervous for her interview she nearly cried!”

A round of mocking teases sounded at the table as Fuyumi let go of you, some of them calling you a ‘poor baby’ while others offered to buy you another round of drinks to help you feel better. Your face burned, embarrassment and the close proximity of all the bodies around you making a light sheen of sweat glisten on your skin.

“I’m fine now, though, promise!” Biting your lip, you did as you’d practiced before your shift: putting an arm under your breasts, you pushed it up and tilted your head down, looking up at the men from beneath your lashes. “I feel much better with all these big strong men here.”

It made you sick, the way they all leered at your body and visibly adjusted the front of their pants. Ordering a few more bottles for the table, the sick feeling refused to leave. It clung to the back of your throat, rising bile that refused to be swallowed down.

Hours later, as the sun began to rise and proper members of society were starting to head to work for the morning, you were finally done with work. The table of lions had bought your time for the whole night, their egos boosted by your show of submission.

“You actually did okay tonight, house cat.” Your boss grunted, thumbing through the cash she was counting. “Here’s your cut.” Holding out a handful of bills, you knew better than to question how much was in it. The last time you’d tried to speak up about being shorted, your only window was shattered by a brick and it cost all of your money to fix it.

“Thank you.” Nodding politely, you took it from her hand. It felt slightly larger than normal, but you knew it wasn’t the full amount you’d been promised to receive when you started working. There was always a bit taken off the top, and since you were a newbie, even more.

Quickly changing into baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, you slinked out of the club's back entrance with your hood drawn tightly. Located in the red light district, no one batted an eye at you or where you worked, but it wasn’t them you were worried about.

Running away from home meant running away from the only family you had left, an over controlling big brother with an obsession. An obsession with you. Ever since you met, got adopted all those years ago, he had been infatuated with you.

As a young, freshly teenaged fox, suddenly acquiring a little sister had been exciting. Especially when it turned out you weren’t the same species. He always wanted to be around you, ask you questions about what it was like to be a cat. At first they were innocent, asking about your diet and favorite toys, but as he got older, his interest in you skewed.

You saw the search history on his computer, he spent hours researching cat hybrid heat cycles and when the best time to mate was. He started to go through your phone, taking it away from you under the guise of just being an annoying older brother while secretly looking through all your messages. Always getting jealous if you hung out with friends or didn’t want to sit in his room with him. And his friends knew about his obsession, feeding into it and talking about how much they wished to have a little sister like you, and if he’d be so kind as to share.

Your older brother became more obsessed with you while he was looking for a job after university. Spending hours applying for jobs and going to interviews, he wouldn’t shut up about getting a good job and moving out with you. And when he finally got that good job he always mentioned, that’s when you had to run.

Walking with your head down through the streets, waiting at a crosswalk to pass had you on edge. Just remembering the way he held your hand in public with a grip tight enough to cut off circulation had you shoving your hands into your pockets. A couple walked across the street with their arms around each other, and suddenly the suffocating weight of your brother's arm around your waist as he slept in your bed with you was back.

Forcing air through your lungs, you ran the rest of the way home. It wasn’t a long way to the crummy apartment block you called home and you were inside your cramped studio space and crumpled against the door in no time.

It didn’t always feel good to be in here with it’s water stained ceilings, barely usable pipes and the one, barely big enough window near the front door. You could hardly call it a home, it was just a room with the mattress you bought second hand and the clothes you ran away with strewn across the floor with a tiny kitchen shoved into the corner and a bathroom that surely wasn’t up to code.

But for now, it felt amazing. Your running had only exacerbated the exhaustion you had from working such grueling hours, and just crawling over to your dirty bed took all the energy you had left. With the sun beginning to rise properly into the sky, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

The sudden alarm from the crappy phone you bought was what woke you up, the early evening sun and the sound of your neighbors yelling at one another through the walls pulling the last few bits of sleep from the edges of your mind.

And so do the set of crystal blue eyes staring in at you from your window, one that not even you can see out of because it’s too high.

“Sat-” The name catches in your throat, and when you blink again the eyes are gone. Rushing out of bed, you rip open the front door and look up and down the hallway. But there’s no one there, no bright white arctic fox fur to be seen, and certainly not the man attached to it.

Gripping the door tightly in your fingers, you linger in the threshold. The longer you stayed out, the more the vivid eyes watching you sleep became a memory, something your overworked mind must have conjured up as it went from sleeping to being awake. With a shaky sigh, you step back into your apartment to get ready for your next shift.

Meandering through the busy streets, you passed by shops that were starting to become familiar to you. There was the odd convenience store, a few illegal gambling dens with restaurant fronts, strip clubs and sex shops.

With time to kill before your shift, you dashed into a convenience store, it’s stark fluorescent lighting a nice switch from the everchanging neon signs outside. Scrounging up what little pocket change you had, you bought the cheapest food possible and sat down at the tiny table near the windows.

Eating slowly, trying to savor not only every bite but every minute before going back to work, a flash of white caught your eye as the convenience store door was opened. The little jingle that played was the only indication someone had actually entered, you barely saw the door open or close.

You could only see a glimpse of the pure white, not even a full on look. Glancing over your shoulder, you didn’t see anyone standing in the aisles, no ears stuck out to give you an indication as to who had come in.

But there was the feeling of being watched that had you on edge. When you turned fully away from the window to look at the store behind you, there wasn’t anyone watching you, yet the feeling still stuck. The target on your back had just been shot dead center, a sharp pang of fear gripped your heart the longer you looked at the seemingly empty aisles.

“Long way from home, little kitten.” A familiar face emerged from your right, but it wasn’t the man you thought it was.

“N-nanami?” It was a shock to see him in a neighborhood like this, his pristine suit more fitted for the financial district a few train stops over that he sometimes visited for work. He was in his usual suit, the one he liked to wear when he was over at your house, and his blond ears and tail were as immaculately trimmed and proper as ever.

“Hm, you’re not calling me Kento-nii anymore?” He said scornfully, sliding into the seat next to you and leaning his elbows on the table.

“Sorry, Kento-nii.” Bowing your head, you turned back to the table as well. Clenching your quivering hands in your lap, your claws dug into your skin to try and ground yourself. Kento hadn’t even said much and yet you were ready to pass out.

“Why’d you run away? You know we all miss you.” Leaning his head in his hands, Kento stared out the window at the people walking by. His lip curled a little in disgust, and a low growl rumbled from the back of his throat. “This isn’t the place for a girl like you.”

“You know why I had to leave.” Staring down at your hands, your eyes burned as you blinked away tears at the memories forcing their way back to you.

“I don’t. Enlighten me.”

“Kento-nii, please-” Your voice trembled, catching in your throat as it broke.

“Tell me, (Y/N). Why did you leave?”

“S-su-” It made you want to throw up just saying his name, so you didn’t. “He killed our parents.” Saying it out loud made the painful burn behind your eyes grow stronger until you were blinking hot tears down your cheeks.

“That’s not true.” Kento said calmly while turning to you. “Your parents died from-”

“Don’t lie for him!” You shouted, finally looking up at Kento. As soon as your voice raised, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, forcing your head against his chest and pulling you into a tight hug. Dipping his head down, Kento’s chin brushed your ears as he pressed his lips to them.

“Listen little kitten, you know better than to raise your voice at me. And you know better than to lie.” The fingers around your neck tightened and Kento dug the tips of his claws against your pulse. “Your parents died in a murder-suicide, nothing more nothing less.”

“Let go!” You sobbed, thrashing around in his hold. It was truly useless to try and fight against him. Foxes - and truly, a lot of other hybrid types - were much larger and stronger than you. There wasn’t any chance you had at trying to beat him in strength, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try.

“Calm down, you’re making a scene.” Fully enclosing his hand around your neck, Kento squeezed the air from your throat and shut down the subsequent scream that followed. Reduced to whimpering, you stilled your body and tried to tug his hand off.

Gasping and choking when he finally let you go, your body was weak from the lack of oxygen and you fully slumped into Kento’s hold. Struggling to catch your breath, there was little solace you could find in his hand stroking between your shoulder blades.

“Come home, (Y/N).” He said gently, like he was coaxing a child into eating their unwanted vegetables.

“No.” Shaking your head weakly, your body trembled violently. Kento didn’t need to speak for you to know he wasn’t pleased with your answer, the pregnant pause that followed was enough.

“Why must you be so difficult, hm?” With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Kento let you sit upright again. Tsking at your bloodshot eyes dripping with tears, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped your face clean.

Your lower lip shook as you looked up at him, honey colored eyes to match his blonde hair. Vertical pupils stared back at yours, the only thing the two of you really had in common.

“I’ll ask one more time: will you come home with me, (Y/N)?” Cupping your cheek, Kento wiped the snot dripping from your nose and the drool that had started to drip past your lip. “If you say no one more time, I can’t promise anything.”

“Kento-nii…” Sniffling pathetically, you blinked hard and shook your head.

“(Y/N).” Groaning in annoyance, Kento dropped his hands and put his head back. “I don’t think you’re listening-”

“Y-you listen to me!” Standing up abruptly, your chair fell over from the force and loudly clattered to the ground. “I’m never going back there! Not ever!” It was dangerous to shout at Kento, especially as you saw his pupils begin to dilate. Out of all your brothers friends, he was the one who took the rules most seriously.

Grabbing the food you had left, you ran out of the convenience store. As your feet slammed against the pavement, you didn’t dare look over your shoulder to see if he was chasing after you. Kento hadn’t been the type to play those sort of chase games back at home, but the desperation to have you back in that house was strong enough that he just might follow you.

Running all the way to the clubs back entrance, you slipped inside and hid in the storage room. No one truly bothered to come back there anyway, it was the perfect place to hide behind a few untouched boxes until it was time for your shift.

“Hey house cat, someone personally requested you.” Your boss grunted when she saw you, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

“Who is it?” Attempting to look at the clipboard in her hands, you didn’t quite catch the name of the person that was written down.

“Who cares, it’s some rich fox wearing glasses. He’s at the back, you can’t miss his white hair.”

“What?” Your eyes shot open, heart stopping as her words bounced around your skull. It was too much of a coincidence that Kento had found you and now a white haired fox had requested you.

“Hey.” Grabbing you by the shoulder, your boss glared at you and turned your body around. “Get to work already and stop zoning the fuck out. You don’t want to make me put you on flyer duty do you? There’s some weirdos out tonight that would just love-”

“No! No, I’m sorry ma’am. I’ll get going right away.” Stepping away from her tight hold, you tried not to tremble as you walked to the back table. As you got closer, your knees nearly gave out on you as the fear you had was materializing right before your eyes.

It was indeed Gojo Satoru, your brother's best friend and the deadliest arctic fox you’ve ever come to know. With his pristine snow white hair and ears, keen blue eyes and those trademark dark sunglasses he wears, there was no mistaking him.

“Hey, little sister.” He crooned as you slid into the booth next to him, keeping a healthy distance between the two of you. “Missed ya.”

“Toru-nii, why are you here?” Keeping your eyes locked on the melting ice in his cup, you could barely breathe from the weight of your fear. There wasn’t anything that Satoru couldn’t - or wouldn’t - do. He’d always been the smartest, the strongest, he could beat any hybrid in anything he set his mind to, even with clear biological differences set between them.

“What do you mean why am I here? I’m here to see my favorite little kitten at her new job!” Throwing his arms open wide, Satoru had an easy smile on his face despite your obvious discomfort. “Although, I can’t say you’re doing very well so far. My glass is still empty.”

Wordlessly, you stiffly poured him a drink and slid the glass over to him. Pouring one for yourself as well, you clinked your glasses together when he raised it and took a short sip. Usually you didn’t drink on the job, getting the bartenders to mix you something that was mostly pure juice. But tonight you needed to take a bit of edge off.

“Please just go.” Forcing the words out of your tight throat, a wave of nausea washed over you as Satoru put his hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t leave here without you.” His lips brushed your ears like they used to back at home, but this time he wasn’t whispering crude little jokes to get you to giggle. Sliding his hand from your shoulder to around your ribs, Satoru quickly overwhelmed your personal space with the size of his body.

“Toru!” You gasped as his claws dug into your ribs, threatening to push through the spaces and break them entirely. Tugging on his hand, you looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to your lonely little table in the back.

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Kento already tried to be nice and you were just so mean to him.”

“T-toru-nii, please!” Desperate tears sprang to your eyes as every word he spoke was punctuated with a tightening grip around you.

“And here I thought we trained you to be a good girl, (Y/N), I really did. But good girls don’t yell at their big brothers, they don’t lie and-” Satoru broke off to send a charming smile to a few passing hostesses before returning to you, “They certainly don’t run away.”

A choked sob racked through you, drowned out by the loud music being played overhead. In your struggle to get his hand off, you hadn’t realized Satoru slid you onto his lap until it was too late and he could wrap both long arms around you.

Forced to lean back against his lanky body, his fluffy white tail wrapped around yours, deftly hugging it close to him. Engulfing your scantily clad body, Satoru burrowed his nose between your ears, inhaling the scent he always said he liked back home.

“I’ve always wanted to see you wear something like this, ya know.” Thumbing the edge of your crop top, Satoru dipped his fingers underneath the fabric. “Always wanted to dress you up and play pretend, be my cute little hostess for the night.”

“Stop.” Grabbing his wrist, your eyes desperately searched for someone to come save you. But being seated at a table so far in the back of the club was playing to Satoru’s advantage; no one really paid attention to the back of the club because that’s where the truly shady things happened.

“C’mon kitty, play with me.” Satoru whined, bouncing you on his lap a few times. He was always childish, always whining for you to pay attention to him whenever he got the chance, and now was no different. You couldn’t see it, but you knew he had that trademark silly smile on his face regardless of the fact he had a death grip on your body.

“Toru-nii.” Jutting your lip out in a pout, you finally lurched your upper body forward enough to look at him over your shoulder.

“There’s that cutesy little face I missed.” Cooing at you, Satoru loosened his grip enough to let you sit sideways across his lap. Forcing you to wrap an arm around his middle, Satoru kept a tight grip on your back.

“Toru-nii…” Fiddling with the fabric of his shirt, you stole a glance at the eyes staring right through you. “Why do you- why are you helping him so much? You know what he did, I don’t-”

“I helped him do it.”

“What?” Your jaw fell slack and you stared right at him.

“Look, there’s no point in lying to you.” Leaning forward, Satoru grabbed his drink and took a generous swig. “I helped your brother kill your parents and stage it. We even practiced on a few drifters before moving onto the real deal.” Satoru’s smile had fallen, an unfamiliar serious look taking its place.

“You have no idea how long we all planned it, all three of us. Kento took care of your trust fund and the insurance, I subdued your parents and got them in position, and Suguru was the one who pulled the trigger.”

Tears were streaming down your face, smearing the makeup you’d put on, dripping into your open mouth. All other noise in the club fell away, leaving your ears ringing loudly from the silence in your head. Air was barely coming in or out of your lungs, your throat too tight to properly breathe.

“We had it all planned out perfectly, but then you just had to go and mess it up.” Satoru landed a swift slap to your thigh. “You just had to be a bad kitty and run off.” A second slap knocked the air back into you and your body jerked back.

“Toru-nii, why?!” Your scream was loud enough to be heard over the music, and Satoru looked around at the few curious eyes that were now looking at you, his ears flattening against his head as he forced a smile.

“We had to do it (Y/N), so we could all live together as a pack.”

“B-but we already had one.” Sure, you didn’t necessarily need to live in a group but it was nice to be in your adoptive family's pack and be surrounded by their love and care.

“That one...wasn’t the right fit.”

“For who?” Sniffling loudly, you wiped the snot from your nose. “Who wasn’t it right for?” It had been perfectly fine for you. There wasn’t any fighting, no strained dynamics and when your parents were alive, there wasn’t an overbearing older brother trying to completely consume you.

“You’ll do much better in the pack we have now, (Y/N).” Gripping your upper thigh tightly, Satoru leaned forward to press his lips against your ears once more. “Your big brothers will take great care of you.” A sound got caught in your throat, something halfway between a gasp and a scream.

“T-toru-Toru-nii.” A fresh wave of tears pricked your eyes and you blinked hard to keep them at bay. “Can I use the restroom? I just- I really need to use it.” Satoru stilled for a moment, sizing up your words and his options.

“Alright, but be quick.” Slowly releasing the tight hold he had on you, you could finally breathe again. Sliding out of the booth, you bolted to the employee bathroom and collapsed against the far wall.

There wasn’t a way out of the club without Satoru seeing. Even if you ran out the backdoor, he would still see you coming out of the bathroom. The front door was no use, there were too many people you would have to maneuver around.

“And then I said- what the hell, house cat? Are you drugged out?” A few bunny girls walked in, their long floppy ears decorated with silk ribbon. They never really spoke to you, but they weren’t mean to you either.

“My client- he’s just- I-” Stammering, you couldn’t find the words to explain the situation.

“Is he being a fucking freak?” Sauntering up to you, they tugged you up from the floor to lean against the sink counter. Sighing loudly as you nodded, one of them pulled out a small baggie from her bra, a few red pills tucked safely inside. “Here, slip one in his drink and he’ll be out like a light. Then you can have security escort him out.”

“No, he’ll notice.” Satoru would notice without a doubt if you tried to slip something into his drink. He was always watching you, sometimes more than your brother was.

“Alright well I’ll mix a drink and bring it to him, tell him he gets a free drink as a first time customer.”

“You’d do that, really?” You were nearly beside yourself with a sudden rush of hope.

“Yeah, why not? It’s been a while since I’ve had to drug a client. Plus, we can’t have our newest recruit quitting on us already!” Giving you a cheeky wink, the girls sent you on your way, promising to handle it swiftly.

Returning to the table, Satoru pulled you onto his lap once more. You didn’t struggle or make a single peep as his arms wound around you again. His grip was much softer now, not threatening to bruise and crush you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the girls you talked to walk to the bar. They didn’t look at you at all, going straight to the bartender and whispering a few things in their ear. Attempting to make conversation with Satoru, you didn’t have to wait long for them to come to your table.

“Hi sir, we heard it was your first time here!” One of the girls shouted, bouncing on her heels and making her ears flop around.

“Mhmm, so we thought it would be a nice treat to give you a drink on the house!” Another girl came up, setting down a bright pink cocktail. “Go ahead and try it, I bet you’ll like it!”

“Hm, okay.” Shrugging his shoulder, Satoru grabbed the drink and took a sip, smacking his lips together at the flavor and then taking another. “This isn’t bad, thank you!”

“Of course sir, our pleasure.” Winking at the both of you, they walked away slowly, keeping their eyes on Satoru and fully turning away after seeing him down half the drink.

Satoru always did like a bit of liquor, and it would quickly be his downfall. The drink was a sweet fruity concoction to mask the bitter pill as it dissolved and Satoru’s deadly sweet tooth was hooked immediately.

You didn’t even fully wait for him to pass out before getting out of his lap. His heavy head bobbed side to side, his words slurred not like you’d heard before and his arms had fallen slack off of you. Only his droopy eyes could seem to follow you, silently demanding you to stay in place.

Throwing on your outside clothes in the back room, you kept your hood tightly drawn as you ran from the club. You weren’t worried about pissing your boss off and having to deal with the repercussions, you wouldn’t be returning to that place ever again.

Bursting through your front door, you grabbed whatever clothes you could and shoved them into your bag. The small stack of bills you kept hidden in the bathroom was a welcomed weight to your growing pile, there was enough to at least buy a train ticket and a hot meal a good distance from Tokyo.

Under the cover of the moonless night, you tried to stick to the back alleys on your way to the station that would take you out of town. It paid off to live in such a seedy area, you knew all the ins and outs and where to go to avoid being seen.

Popping your head out from an alleyway, the street before you was deserted. A long string of old warehouses called the street home, their brick and mortar facades well worn from time. Dodging the streetlights as best you could, you could practically taste freedom on the tip of your tongue.

“Oh little sister.” A voice rang out into the dead street, an eerie song sung on the lips of the one man you’d never wanted to see again. Keeping as still as possible, your eyes burned from not blinking, and your lungs from not breathing.

His slow, methodical footsteps scraped across the cement ground, echoing in the silence and heightening your anxiety with every slow drag of his feet. As the sound drew closer, you pressed yourself against the doorway of a warehouse. There wasn’t any way you could outrun your brother, so you had to devise a plan to outsmart him when he got close enough.

“Little sister, I’ve been looking for you.” Suguru came to a halt right in front of you, his towering build casting a shadow over you in the already dark alcove. He was wearing what he had on the last time you saw him, a simple black tracksuit and his favorite slides. His hair had gotten a little longer, resting a few inches past his shoulder blades with the top half in a bun.

Quirking a brow, Suguru hummed low in his chest, reaching an arm out and resting a hand next to your head. His long black claws scraped against the wood of the door, his hand easily large enough to encompass your whole face and then some. The natural musky scent of his body was sickeningly familiar, like you’d only gone just a few hours without smelling it.

“Tell me, did you have fun playing hide and seek with your big brother?” Flashing two rows of gleaming white and perfectly straight canine teeth, Suguru leaned over you, the expanse of his chest blocking out any wiggle room. “I hope you did, because I’m done playing now.”

“Y-you’re not my- my big brother anymore.” Screwing your eyes closed, you twisted your head away from him as much as you could.

“Don’t say such things, (Y/N), you’ll hurt my feelings.” Suguru laughed dryly, clearly unamused.

“Getou li- ahh!” In a flash Suguru had his other hand around your neck, lifting you up to dangle on your tiptoes as he choked you.

“Don’t you ever call me that again, do you fucking understand?” Staring at you with unblinking eyes, Suguru squeezed hard. When your eyes started to roll to the back of your head he let go, stepping back slightly to let you fall to the ground.

Struggling to regain your breath, you tried to crawl away through the small gap left between the wall and him. You barely got one full step before Suguru grabbed you by the back of your hoodie, forcing you to stand and practically dangling you in the air like a doll.

“What’s this?” Seeing the sliver of skin underneath the hoodie, Suguru wrenched it off of you. Your sweats came off shortly after and you were exposed to the elements and his growing glare. “Care to explain why you’re half fucking naked?”

“G-” You started but quickly pressed your lips closed at the sharp look he sent you. “Suguru, just let me go.”

“Answer my fucking question.” His tone left no room for further argument, and you slowly drew your arms over your exposed midriff.

“I started working at a...a hostess bar.” Your words hung in the air, the weight of them heavy and clinging to every part of you. Suguru’s face made no change, the only thing that tipped you off to his anger was the intense flaring of his nostrils.

“My precious little sister has been working at a hostess bar for the past two months? You’ve been dressed like this every night, getting stared at and perved on by god knows what kind of men? You ran away for this?” Suguru’s voice was far too steady for the situation, spiking the already high adrenaline in your blood.

“Suguru please-”

“And it seems you’ve forgotten the number one rule. You know what you’re supposed to call me.” Backing you up onto the door again, Suguru’s fluffy black tail flicked out behind him, it’s long drawn out shadow swaying back and forth.

“You’re not my brother.” Licking your lips nervously, your eyes followed his tail. There was no way you could look him in the eye after saying that. Suguru began to laugh, a cold and hollow sound from the base of his throat that sent a chill down your spine.

“And why exactly is that?” Slamming both hands down on either side of your head, he leaned down to make eye contact with you, his pupils blown wide against his already pitch black irises.

“You know.” Forcing the words out of your mouth, you curled into yourself as much as you could.

“No, I don’t.” Speaking slowly, Suguru waited just a few seconds before slamming his hands down again. “Tell me little kitten, right now!” You let out a piercing scream, covering your face with your hands.

“You killed our parents! You killed them and I heard you fucking do it!” Coming face to face with your adopted brother, the man that killed your parents in cold blood, and having to talk to him about it were all making your head spin.

“No, no I didn’t do that, honey. You’ve got it all wrong.” Suguru’s voice dropped low, instantly adopting a soothing tone. His fingers toyed with the edges of your ears, brushing the soft fur gently. “Mommy and daddy...they had problems. And I know it must be hard to believe, but they did it to themselves.”

“You’re such a liar!” Smacking his hand away from your ears, you glared at him, frustrated tears stewing on your lash line. “I heard you shoot them Suguru! I heard mom-” Your voice cracked, and the tears began to stream down your face. “I heard her tell you not to do it.”

Falling silent, Sugurus face remained neutral. His hand remained in the air from when you smacked it away, and the only indication he was still alive was the subtle flicker of his eyelids and the way his chest barely moved as he breathed.

“I knew I should have drugged you more.” He finally broke the silence, putting his hand back on the door to keep you trapped. Everything Suguru did felt like you were watching it in slow motion. The way he drew in a deep breath, expanded his chest and arms out wide and then drew you into a tight, bone crushing embrace all felt like it happened too slow. Like you should have been able to prevent it.

“Suguru!” You screamed his name from the top of your lungs, throat quickly going raw from the volume of your shouts. “Let me go! Let me go!” Writhing around, you felt the air quickly being squeezed out of you.

“It doesn’t matter now though. It’s all in the past!” Laughing to himself, Suguru took a few steps back, going to the middle of the deserted street and under a light post. “That’s right! The past! No need to worry about it, what’s done is done!”

“Su-Sugu-nii! Sugu-nii please!” You finally broke. You finally called him what he had trained you to call him for all those years. Your precious big brother.

“Oh how I missed hearing you call me that!” Still laughing, Suguru let out a loud hum. “I think I should record you saying that so I can play it over and over whenever I need my fix.”

“Sugu-nii, please!” The tears of frustration were now turning to tears of fear and desperation. The squeezing had stopped, you could just barely suck in air, but your feet still dangled off the ground. “Please let me go- this isn’t okay!”

“What does a dumb little kitten know about what is and isn’t okay?”

“Sugu!”

“You’re just a stupid little baby who got scared without her mommy and daddy and ran away. Well don’t worry, my darling sister, Sugu-nii is here to take care of you.” Nuzzling his nose against your ears affectionately, Suguru sighed contently. “We’ll be a family again, just like before. You’ll be with the pack just like you’re supposed to.”

“I’m not- not even a fox, Sugu!” Your chances of leaving his hold anytime soon were quickly diminishing, there wasn’t much you could say - if anything - to convince him to stop. “I don’t need to live in a pack, I don’t- I’m not a canine at all!”

“Hm, like that matters. Foxes act more like cats anyway.” Shrugging his shoulders, Suguru put his hand on the back of your head, raking his nails softly against your scalp. He was holding you now like a baby doll, the arm that had previously been crushing you against him now coming to rest under your bottom and cradle you.

Something caught your eye, making you twist away from Suguru in hopes that it was someone that had heard the screams and was coming to save you. Your heart deflated just as quickly as it swelled when it was Kento who had appeared, a metal briefcase in his hands.

“Look, Kento-nii is here. Go to him.” Putting you on your feet, Suguru nudged you forward. Your knees locked, refusing to move toward the imposing figure.

“It wasn’t nice to drug Gojo like that, little kitten. He’s passed out in the back of the car as we speak, you’ll have to apologize to him when he wakes up.” Kento closed the distance between the two of you, eyes glowering and brows tightly knit together.

“How did you-”

“You think just because you run away we can’t track your scent? How do you think we found you at the club after you so rudely left our conversation? Just a few sniffs and it was like you walked us right there.” Flicking the briefcase open, Kento’s face was obscured as he began to dig around for the contents. “I was waiting by the backdoor of that shitty little club, I had a feeling Gojo wouldn’t be able to convince you to come back and you’d make a run for it again, and you did. It was far too easy to call up Getou and let him know.”

The words Kento was saying were barely sticking inside your head, your complete focus going to the loaded syringe he had pulled out from the briefcase and was now holding in his hands, an almost bored expression on his face.

Taking a step back as he took one forward, you bumped into Suguru’s chest. He made a tsking noise, quickly sliding an arm under your chin and another around your middle to keep you from moving.

“Stop! Stop, Sugu-nii please!” The tears that dripped down your face didn’t matter anymore. Your voice going hoarse from all the screaming didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. At least, nothing you wanted mattered.

“Just try to be calm, little sis. Kento will be quick.” Suguru chuckled darkly, resting his chin atop your head. Any further words you had dissolved into frantic screams as Kento grabbed your arm and wrenched it away from your body.

Pushing the needle into you, he injected you with a serene face. Like he had practiced this before, almost as if he was a doctor giving you a flu shot. Whatever was in the syringe was gone quickly, Kento unloading the whole vial into you before calmly placing it back in the briefcase and shutting it.

“Don’t cry baby.” Suguru cooed, pressing a flurry of kisses on your head as he loosened his hold and began to wipe the tears off your face.

“Sugu- Kento-” You were losing track of the world and fast. Things blurred together, the crisp edges of Kento’s body were melting into the brick walls behind him. Your limbs were giving out on you and Suguru was quick to pick you up and cradle you like he had done before.

“Sshh, just go to sleep.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Suguru whispered softly, giggling at the way you closed your heavy eyes and relaxed into his embrace. “We’ll be home before you know it. One big happy family.”

#tw: pseudo-incest #tw: yandere #tw: needles #tw: drugging #jujutsu kaisen #geto x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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hi. can i request something angsty i absolutely love your angst works! so being in a long term relationship with mr ran haitani that's kind of already having fallouts. then reader cheated and confesses to ran about it but he still kind of didn't expect reader would do something like that. thank you very much! pls ignore if you want <3

This hurt to write. But it hurt so damn good.

King of Sorrow: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

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tw: A N G S T

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Things had been going downhill for a while.

Ran noticed the way you stayed out late, the way you no longer cuddled him in bed at night, the way your eyes wandered when you two were at the club...

But he never says anything.

You two had been together since he had become part of Bonten - and that was five years ago. FIve years of bliss, love, and happiness.

But that all started to fall apart last month.

He can't recall what he did - if anything. Ran tried his best to show you that he loved you, even when he was away. But lately, it'd been met with a half-hearted "thanks" or "I love you, too". Ran knew you weren't saying it because it was inherently true. You were saying it because you felt obligated to.

But he didn't feel obligated.

No, he's convinced he loves you, even if you're falling out of love with him. It's a hard thought for him to grasp, but he does somehow - that you might just have fallen out of love with him.

So he ups his gestures of love in an attempt to stave off the routine. This week, he's taken you on a trip to Italy. No meetings, no calls, nothing that has to do with work. It's just you and him on a cruise ship, sailing from port to port.

"This is amazing," he beams, cutting into the steak with gusto. "I've never had steak like this before."

"It's Wagyu," you mention, looking more somber in the dim lighting of the restaurant than when you both entered. Come to think of it, the moment you stepped onto the boat, you seemed downcast, even more so than when you were at home. You couldn't even look Ran in the eye anymore, and even though he'd made love to you the previous night, it seemed like that didn't have any effect on how you felt today. Usually, you'd be excited and full of life, but...

"Babe," Ran whispers, putting his fork down. "What's wrong?" Your bottom lip quivers and Ran stiffens. No, he thinks. Don't cry. But he also wants to get to the bottom of things, so he continues cautiously. "Things have been really strange for some time now, and I brought you here so maybe we could fix whatever's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," you lie, wiping your eyes quickly. "Everything's fine."

"No," Ran tuts. "It's not. My love, you've been distant. I'm worried about us." He reaches across the table and touches your hand, and gesture he hasn't tried in a long time. "I'm worried about you." You snatch your hand away, standing and throwing your napkin over your barely touched food.

"It's fine, Ran," you snap, then walk away from the table quickly, rubbing at your eyes furiously as you leave the ship's dining room. Ran sighs, motioning for the waiter as he cuts his losses with the dinner.

"Just send the bill to the room, please."

Ran finds you in your shared suite, sitting in the chair facing the balcony with your head in your hands. You're sobbing, and for a moment, he replays the interaction between the two of you before approaching, holding your purse in one hand.

"Love," he begins, kneeling beside the chair and placing your purse in the other seat beside him. "I need you to talk to me."

"I just..." you start but break off, tears flowing down your fingers. "It's not your fault." You reveal your reddened face, eyes rimmed with smeared mascara. "I didn't mean to..."

"Whatever it is, it's fine," Ran whispers, taking your wet hands in his. "It'll be okay. Just tell me what's wrong." His heart is aching to know why you're so heartbroken, but you inhale shakily, then exhale before opening your eyes.

"Ran, I want to start off by apologizing." Ran shakes his head, his violet eyes unsure, but you stop him, squeezing his hands once. "Just listen to me all the way through, okay?"

"Done," he affirms, shoulders relaxing now that you're finally telling him what's wrong.

"A month ago... I went to Takada's bachelorette party, right?"

"Mmm-hmm." He remembers that night. You looked so stunning in your tight mini-dress and pinned-up hair. He thought about railing you over the side of the banister before you left and was a little disappointed that you came home around eight in the morning instead of that same night.

"I..." You shakily inhale again, shaking your head rapidly. "I got so drunk. I don't know what was wrong with me, I..." You sniff, then remove your hands from Ran's, wiping at a stray tear. "I ended up sleeping with someone. I don't know who they are, I don't know where they came from. But I just remember waking up in the bed, naked, and seeing him there."

Ran stares at you, face empty, still not fully processing what you've said. He is still for a while as the cogs in his mind turn around and around and around and around and around and then

stop.

His mouth dries up, and his violet eyes look away from you, at the wallpaper, at the mirror, at the corner of the room, at the ceiling.

"I've felt so guilty since then," you mumble. "I couldn't tell you because I felt so ashamed, I--"

Ran stands, letting out a soft "oh", wavering a little on his feet. He blinks a few times, still not looking at you, then cocks his head to the left, like he's hearing something. But he's just processing. His mind flits from one day to the next, trying to pinpoint any signs, any clues... How could he have been so stupid?

No, you couldn't have cheated. It was a mistake. You'd gotten undressed, the man was drunk and also fell asleep in your bed... No, you couldn't do that. Not to him. Not to Ran Haitani.

But your guilt is written all over your face.

"Oh," Ran mutters again, jaw clenching. His breaths come quick like he'd been running for hours, and he can barely think as he sees red cloud his vision. He can't understand what he's doing when he breaks the table in the conjoined living room, or swipes the vases onto the floor, shattering them and depositing the flowers among them. He can't think about anything as you shout for him to stop, trying to reach him past his haze of red, but he's too far gone.

And the thing that frightens you the most is that he isn't yelling or screaming.

He's quiet.

He's not cursing at you, he's just destroying anything that looks whole, tossing it to the ground and rendering it unusable. You slide down against the wall, tears coursing down your cheeks again as he huffs, standing in the middle of the wreckage, gasping for air.

And then, the clearest thought Ran's had in almost an hour comes to him.

"Let me get you your own room."

"Ran," you plead, stumbling over your feet to get to him as he marches over to the phone. "Ran, please."

"Hello? I need a new suite for Mrs. Haitani. Do you have one available?"

"Ran!" you beg, pulling at his sleeve, but he doesn't move from the phone, gripping the receiver as the person on the other line tries to find an open room for you. You try to reach the button that will hang up the call, reaching past Ran's frame in earnest. He's blocking it, but there's just enough room for your pointer finger to tap the button, ending the call.

Ran doesn't even move. The phone is still up to his ear as if the call is still going on, but no voice is on the other line.

Fat tears roll down from his eyes, and he's frozen there, standing with the phone in his hands as if he were paused in time. But he lets the phone slip from his grasp, walking like a zombie over to the chair by the balcony, and sliding into it slowly.

And he doesn't get up, staring out at the sea with an empty, forlorn look.

"Ran," you whisper, crouching next to him. He doesn't answer, tears running freely down his face. "Ran..." Again, there's no answer, so you hang your head next to his leg, touching his thigh with your right hand. He doesn't move, even when you get up to prepare for bed, the door leading to the carnage of his temper still open.

He doesn't move from that chair all night, and you don't sleep, staring at him as his tears dry. You even succumb to sleep for a brief moment, waking to see him still in that same chair, still trying to think.

But eventually, he moves, walking into the bathroom and staying in there for a while. You wait patiently for him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he emerges, wiping his face with a towel before he inhales sharply.

"As soon as they dock this ship at the next port, we're heading home. Couples counseling or a divorce, it's your choice." You look down at your hands, nodding. You understand the need to cut the trip short. It's for the best.

When you arrive back home two days later, Ran immediately grabs a new bag of things, loading it up with clothing and toiletries, choosing to take residence at Rindou's home instead of sleeping in the same bed as you.

And that hurt the worst, his cold violet eyes not even glancing over at you as he left the master bedroom without any words.

#ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tw angst

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fairyoftbz · 3 years

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impossible love | j. changmin

🍞 pairing: tailor son!Changmin x baker!fem! reader 🍞 word count: 3.9k 🍞 genre: angst, fluff, sort of crush-to-lovers, Middle Ages!au 🍞 tw: swear words, jealousy 🍞 synopsis: your relationship with your sister has never been good, and you completely lose it when you see her flirt with your crush. 🍞 a/n: everytime I write for Changmin i have to tag you @sainthwngs 🤍🤍🤍 i hope you will enjoy this "small" work of him!! 🍞 requested: nope!

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“Y/N, darling! Make some more bread after serving the Gatsby family, please!” your mother exclaimed from outside the shop as you actively kneaded the dough at the back, wiping your hands on your off-white apron before offering a smile to your customers.

The stretch on your face immediately disappeared as a sight on the other side of the street caught your attention. Sweat rose to your face, and shivers erupted in your body, resulting in you almost dropping the two loaves of bread you had subconsciously grabbed for the middle-class family. They didn’t even spare you a glance as you messily placed their order in the jute bag the servant was holding out to you, hands shaky as thoughts clouded your brain.

The woman threw a few crowns on the wooden counter with disdain before walking away, the servant hastily grabbing the bag and the son’s hand as the family walked out. You leaned your elbows on the counter and rested your hands against your forehead, biting your lower lip to prevent your tears from spilling out as your heart started hurting.

The tailor’s son Changmin was leaning against the shop doorway, a playful smirk painted on his face as he talked to your sister. While the man was completely oblivious of your feelings, your sister took the advantage of it. Much to your dismay, she knew that you liked him.

You didn’t want her to know at first, but you were a little too obvious of your attraction for the man when you stammered as you talked to him. He was really handsome, all the women wanted to marry their daughters to him, but he wasn’t interested at all. Changmin was nice to you, cracking a few polite jokes when he came to the bakery to buy some bread for his mother, making you feel like you could potentially have your chances with him. But you were wrong, oh so wrong. So naive and innocent to think that your sister wouldn’t seize the opportunity to plant you a knife in the back at this marvellous occasion.

You were trembling in rage as they were clearly flirting, and there was nothing more infuriating at the moment. You scoffed when she had the audacity to quickly turned around to check if you were in the shop, purposefully leaning closer to him with the same seducing smile she offered to every single of her conquests.

The relationship between you and your sister had always been difficult, her constantly accusing you to be your parents’ favourite child since you were born, and the time didn’t help at all. Many fights broke between you two for various reasons, but the most recurrent ones were about money. You were the most hard-working child, spending days and nights at the bakery to help your parents and make everything ready for each following day. Your sister, on the other hand, was busy roaming the streets, flirting and spending all the money you and your parents had given up hours of sleep to earn it in alcohol or street bets. You couldn’t even remember the last time you saw money in the clutch bag your grandmother sewed for your 18th birthday a few years ago, one of the many items your sister had the bad habit of stealing.

Anger boiled through your veins, letting the tears spill out of your eyes in rage. Stomping your ankle boots on the floor, you almost tripped on the pans of your dress as you went in the back office, slamming your fists on the table before crouching down while letting all the sorrow in your body come out in choked sobs. The smell of freshly baked bread gave you a small wave of warmth and comfort as you desperately tried to get this image of Changmin and your sister swooning over him out of your head, but it was to no avail.

And again, she had won. She was prettier, more confident than you, and there was nothing you could do against it. No matter how hard you fought, she’d always have the upper hand and take the slightest opportunity to ruin and humiliate you.

You don’t know how you found it, but you managed to gather some strength and get back to work as if nothing had happened. You were a bundle of nerves, kneading the dough angrily, imagining that it was your sister’s face instead of a pile of flour mixed with milk and eggs. Since you were the only bakery in town, you didn’t necessarily need to be nice, but you didn’t want any rumours to start about you. Some people got twisted brains and were ready to say some blatant lies to hear gossip and witness street drama.

Once you closed the bakery from inside, you walked upstairs and locked yourself in your bedroom without sparing your parents a glance. They asked you if you wanted to eat, but you just paid no attention to them, slamming the heavy wooden door behind you as an answer.

Without freshening up or eating, you drew the curtains and went to bed, head facing the wall. A few choked sobs escaped your pursed lips as you tried to control your emotions, but it was to no avail. You cried a major part of the night, your body fuelling with rage again when you heard your sister walking through the main door, shutting it like it was the middle of the afternoon, visibly drunk and in desperate need of attention. You almost went crazy when she stopped at your door and snickered, loving the way you had reacted to her provocations the same afternoon.

Chest heaving up and down heavily, you clutched your teeth to control your anger, not wanting to give her the satisfaction to get what she wanted. You heard your father scolding her for coming home so late and being so loud, and she immediately changed her tone, apologising to your dad profusely before going into your room. Your dad tried opening your door, but it was locked, whispering a few sweet words in case you weren’t asleep.

When you woke up a few hours later, the sun still hadn’t risen, but it was time for you to go to work. You felt sick to the stomach and dizzy, your lack of sleep and your self-inflicted fast from yesterday were not helping you to feel any better.

“Y/N, dear, come and eat something,” your father said as you got out of your bedroom, ready to start your day. His face saddened when he saw your tired state, resting a kind-hearted hand on your shoulder. You offered him a brief smile before shaking your head.

“I’ll eat some bread downstairs, don’t worry about me,” you mumbled, eyes flickering as you just wanted to go back to bed.

“Promise?” he said, raising his forefinger towards you. You nodded and offered him a tired smile before exiting your home.

Since you promised your father, you half-heartedly munched on some bread, watching the closed tailor shop in disgust. Your brain made you imagining again Changmin and your sister flirting together, your teeth angrily ripping apart a piece of bread from the small loaf.

“Woah, easy there Y/N, who came in your dreams and turned you into a beast? What’s gotten you so angry?” a deep voice got you out of your trans, mouth filled with bread as you noticed Eric, your childhood friend but also the farmer, holding a wooden crate filled with all the ingredients you needed to make bread.

“Sorry Eric, it’s just my sister again. Thank you for all of this,” you said as you walked around the counter and guided him in your workplace, putting everything in its place. “Your relationship between you two will never get better, will it?” Eric sighed while helping you in your task, only to see you half-shrug as an answer. “As long as she won’t behave, no, nothing will change. But it’s better like that, it’d be weird to have her being nice to me,” you said, and Eric shook his head. “I saw murder in your eyes when I arrived, I highly doubt it’s better like that,” he smirked, and you sullenly chuckled through your nose, walking with him outside the bakery, where his horses and his dog were waiting for him.

Eric’s hand landed on the side of your neck, his thumb caressing the edge of your jaw. His friendly gesture helped your muscles to relax, offering a small smile as a thank you, paying his products by sliding a few crowns in his pouch.

“Hey! That’s way too much, you’re not buying me a donkey! No please Y/N, take it back,” he said as he gave you back half of the coins you gave him, but you shook your head. “Take it as my way to thank you for being there for me since day one,” you sadly said, wrapping your hand around his to close his palm and pushed it back towards his pouch. “I don’t need your money to prove that you are my friend, I love you for what you are,” you rolled your eyes at his words and petted his dog’s head, who happily yapped at the display of affection.

You waved at him with a tired smile as he rode his horse further into the village, going back into the bakery once he was out of sight. This little encounter with your childhood best friend helped to clear your mind, reducing your anger close to zero. Of course, it was still there, but you will manage to tame it down for a moment.

However, this peaceful moment got interrupted when the bakery door creaked open, head peeking from your workplace, hands kneading the dough. Your heart skipped a bit out of anger as you rubbed your hands together to get rid of the flour before going behind the counter.

“If you’re looking for my sister, she’s still sleeping,” you spat as you stared at Changmin, who was surprised by your aggressiveness. “Well good morning to you too, Y/N,” he said, and you huffed, your hands gripping the edge of the wooden counter. “Well hello Changmin, welcome to the bakery. What can I serve you today?” you imitated the fake nice, high-pitched tone and body movements of your sister, your face falling back to neutral a few seconds later.

The tailor’s son was completely taken aback by your actions, not expecting this type of behaviour from you, who had always been sweet and helpful to him and his family. You placed the loaf of bread he usually asks for on the counter between the two of you, Changmin not moving an inch, still gazing at you with questioning eyes. His gaze fixated on you, and he was surprised when you didn’t blush and look away like you used to, your orbs boring into his with boredom.

“Anything else?” you dryly asked, and Changmin shook his head, extending a few crowns towards you. When you were to grab it, his other hand seized your wrist, your eyes widening. “What’s gotten you today? You didn’t look this mad when the farmer came here before me,” he said, and you raised your eyebrows. “Now you’re spying on me? Is everything alright in your head?” you frowned and freed your wrist from his grip, taking the crowns before turning your back to him. “It was hard for anyone to miss your little flirty moment in the street,” he bitterly snickered, and you scoffed loudly, feeling the anger boil back into your veins. All the hard work Eric had put into calming you just flew out the window in a millisecond.

You turned around to face the tailor’s son, your head shaking side to side at the boldness of his remarks. Changmin looked kind of angry, but it was nothing compared to your fury when you slammed your palms against the counter.

“The fucking cheek of it! You dare to accuse me of flirting in the street with my childhood best friend, when you and my sister were the ones making a spectacle of yourselves just yesterday, swooning and courting her like Romeo and Juliet!” you spat at him, feeling the tears rise in your throat. You swallowed them, as well as your pride, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you hurt by his words. Moreover, you never knew when your sister could appear, and you were not giving her the opportunity to humiliate you again in front of him.

“What on Earth are you talking about? I am not courting your sister!” he retorted, eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t try to act all innocent, it’s not gonna work with me, I saw yours and my sister’s little game. Don’t take me for a fool Changmin,” you said through gritted teeth and went back to your workplace, kneading the dough as a way to reduce your anger.

Once the front door closed, you fell onto your knees, tears flooding your cheeks. You felt so remorseful for talking to him that way, you were never this impolite and aggressive, but your anger spoke before your reason and values. But at least something was clear, your chances with him were reduced to zero. With the way you behaved this morning, there was no way for you to win against your sister. It’s not as if you had the slightest chance, but it’s always good to keep dreaming.

Later in the day, your mother asked you to go and get her and your dad’s shoes repaired to the cobbler down the main street. You sent a death glare to your sister as you noticed her smoking tobacco in front of the tavern with the innkeeper, who was around the same age as your dad, sometimes extremely inappropriate and shameful for your family reputation. She discreetly raised her middle finger to you, and you ignored her, her fake laugh sending chills of anger down your spine as you walked past her.

Despite being the richest man in town, the cobbler had always been humble and sweet with you. Maybe the fact that he was Eric’s uncle helped, but you always appreciated going there. The dim atmosphere and the smell of the different types of leather always made you think of the bakery, feeling like you shared something for your respective jobs with the old man. He loved making and repairing shoes as much as you loved making bread, so you understood the other when you enthusiastically talked about your passions.

“How’s your sister doing? I heard she got a job at the flower shop,” the cobbler chuckled at your flabbergasted state as he finished his sentence, readjusting himself in his seat. “My sister is jobless, flirting with every man she encounters and spending all the family savings in street bets and alcohol, I highly doubt she hit upon a job by Mr. Kim,” you said as he handed you your mother’s pair of shoes, thanking him with a nod. “This is what she told me last week when she came. She had this wonderful pair of black heels that got stuck in the pavement,” you nodded, clicking your tongue as you found out that she stole something from you, again.

“Hey, hey,” the cobbler shook your shoulder across the counter, trying to prevent you from crying as he noticed the tears of exhaustion filling your eyes. You nodded your head as if to convince him and yourself that you won’t break, smiling through your glossy eyes. “Thank you, Sir. I’ll deliver your bread tomorrow as usual,” you mumbled and he offered you a reassuring smile, almost seeing some similar features with your best friend, knowing that you could always go back to the Sohn family if you weren’t doing well. “Take care, Y/N, take care,” he said as you walked through the door, waving at him before wiping your eyes and walk back to your home.

For once, your sister was at the bakery, swooning excitedly over a flower bouquet resting on the counter in a clay vase. Your eyes widened at the sight of the bouquet, your sister swatting your hand away as you were about to touch a yellow rose.

“Stop it! You’re gonna ruin it with your ugly fingers. Plus they’re not for you, so you’re not allowed to touch them,” she spat, and you walked past her, purposefully bumping your shoulder against hers, making her whine like a child and take a few steps back to take in the shock. Your mother was cooking lunch in the kitchen on the higher floor, and she asked you who was making this much noise downstairs.

“Your daughter, Mother,” you dryly said, clearing your throat before continuing. “She apparently received a bouquet from a special someone, and she feels the need to let the entire neighbourhood know about it, just like when she has a man over. Here are your and Father’s shoes,” you said as you placed them down next to yours, your mother thanking you as she reflected on your words.

“Sometimes I wish she was more like you,” she said as she stirred the liquid in the cauldron, her words making you bitterly chuckle. “I don’t think that will ever happen, Mother, she despises me too much to even consider me as a family member. Anyway, I’m going back to work,” you stated and walked back to the entrance, hearing your mother disagree. “Y/N, dear, what do you mean? Y/N!” She yelled, but her words fell on deaf ears, closing the door behind you before going back down in the bakery.

Your sister and the bouquet had vanished, much to your delight. You breathed in deeply as you started working hard again, focusing on your tasks to forget everything that happened today that scarred your heart. The afternoon went by in the blink of an eye, but it seemed like your faith had prepared still more trouble to come.

Just as you were about to finish your last loaf of bread of the day the front door opened again, this time you didn’t even bother to look.

“I’ll be there in two minutes!” you yelled from the furnaces as you pulled out freshly baked loaves with your big, wooden spatula, letting them rest on the side. You quickly checked if they were baked all around and nodded, inwardly praising yourself for your nice job.

Once you arrived behind the counter, you huffed heavily as you noticed who is standing in front of you.

“You know that the door to our home is on the left side of the house, you can go and knock there if you wanna see my sister,” you stated, lazily showing him the wall. “Stop thinking I’m here to see your sister,” Changmin said, looking annoyed at your words, “I’m here for you.”

You snorted and immediately apologised, letting out a true laugh as you thought he was joking. The tailor’s son frowned at your reaction, making him look ridiculous. His tongue poked his inner cheek and waited for you to calm down, his serious expression making you frown.

“Why did you want to see me, then? You had to come back to humiliate me again since doing it this morning was not enough?” you said, a sarcastic smile on your face. “I don’t know who planted this idea in your head, but I am not in love with your sister. She does not interest me. At all!” he exclaimed, and you had to laugh again. “Of course, you want me to believe that. That’s why you delivered flowers here this morning, right?” you said, and Changmin’s face decomposed in front of your eyes, his shock state making you raise your brows.

“No. No, she bloody didn’t,” he said and swiftly turned around to look outside, a hand pressed on his mouth. He quickly turned back to you and leant over the counter, resting his palms on it. “It was a bouquet of white tulips and yellow roses, right?” “Yes, in a white clay vase,” you confirmed, “those are not her favourite flowers by the way. She prefers purple hydrangea,” you added.

“Is nothing ticking inside your brain right now? Your mind is so clouded by hatred towards your sister that you don’t understand where I wanna get at?” he said, his face nearing yours closer and closer at each word. “Mh, who do you think those flowers were for? Why would I be gifting your mother some, my mother did that for her birthday a few weeks ago. Then if it’s not for your mother nor your sister, who’s left?” You thought in silence for a second before opening your eyes wide.

“They were for me?” you whispered, suddenly feeling all the pressure and anger reducing in your body as you pointed at yourself. Changmin was so close that his breath fanned against your face as he sighed deeply, his eyes searching for yours as you took in this confession. “Of course they were for you, Y/N. Sunwoo’s father told me that yellow roses were gifted as a form of apology. I was asking for forgiveness with those. But of course, I now understand your reactions if you believed they were for her,” he said, and you glanced at him.

“I don’t know what you imagined or saw yesterday, but I was only polite with your sister. I don’t want to be one of her conquests or just a one-night stand, this doesn’t interest me at all. I wanna mean something for someone. All the times that I came here, your sister was working, except for this morning. I was happy that you were the one behind the counter, I wanted to have a nice chat with you, but everything became so confusing to me when you were this dry and rude to me. But now I understand, I understand everything,” he quietly explained, and you felt like an utter idiot, looking at his large hands resting on the wooden counter.

“I should be the one apologising. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, but I was just… close to exploding,” you said, head hanging low as you realised you behaved like a temperamental child.

“Y/N, I’m responsible too. I shouldn’t have assumed you and your childhood best friend were a thing. I guess I was... jealous and upset that you gave another man attention and probably scared to see you slip through my fingers,” you looked up at him, and he smiled, your heart skipping a beat as you feel like breathing again.

He was interested in you. Not in your sister, in you.

And that simple thought just stretched a smile on your face, your breath mixing with Changmin’s as you were staring in each other’s eyes, so close to the other. A delicious shiver ran down your spine as your nose bumped into his, smiling as he rubbed them together. You closed your eyes, still smiling, millions of butterflies erupting in your stomach as you felt his lips locking with yours in a sweet kiss. It felt even more magical than you had always imagined in your dreams, and a groan got stuck at the back of your throat when he cupped your cheeks with his slender hands to deepen the kiss over the counter.

And for once, you were the one winning. Your sister had better watch out, because you were already excited to rub your relationship with Changmin in her face, a feeling of sweet revenge creeping up in your stomach as you kept kissing your crush.

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Chapter 7: The Library

A/n: so this chapter has been long-awaited by some and i hope you guys enjoy it! the series will really start moving after this so i would love to hear what you guys think of the chapter! Sorry about any typos- i didn't have time to edit this with all my schoolwork this week! Tag List is Open <3

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Summary: True love has never come easy; life makes sure of that. From unrequited love to missed timing, does anyone have any hope at finding success- let alone pass History at the same time? All these questions leave young people wondering….will they still love me in the morning?

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Y/n’s eyes grew tired as words about some minuscule event in history floated off the page of her textbook. She closed her eyes, stretching her neck-the bones cracking softly as her stiff neck rolled back. The odd silence drew her attention. Curious, she took the headphones from her ears and listened. All she could hear was the sound of raindrops falling against the large windows of the library.

It became quickly clear to the girl that she was alone and the only light in the room was coming from her little desk. “Hello?” She called out. Her voice echoed out from the second floor and filling the open building. When she heard no response, she shrugged and began pacing up her things to head home.

Though there was no response to the girl’s call there was in fact one lone soul left in the university’s library. One floor directly below Y/n sat a tall and slender boy, books piled high on his desk. Changmin twirled a pen between his fingers before checking his phone. His eyes widened seeing the time. Quickly he stuffed his journals into his bag, leaving his bag only half zipped. Red tuffs of fake hair stuck out as his doll was pushed towards the top of his bag.

The boy did a backtrack wondering if he should put his books away but decided against it knowing if he kept Chanhee and his friends waiting much longer then he might not live to see the midterm. Instead, he turned around and headed for the door- backpack on his shoulder and adjusting the glasses that were falling down his nose.

It seemed fate was entirely focused on these two tonight. Only the storm clouds had a view of the girl walking down the stairs just in time to meet the boy as he stepped onto the main floor. The two shared a brief look- shocked to see another person at this hour, but continued their way to the front doors wordlessly.

Just the sight of the girl had Changmin’s hands starting a nervous sweat. He tried to focus on anything but how pretty he thought she looked with the dim light from the streetlamps outside casting streams of light over her face. As the two students grew closer to the door the sound of the storm outside grew louder. It was also easier for them to see as they neared the larger windows.

Y/n reached out for the door. Surprisingly, she found resistance as she pushed. Again the girl tried, sending an awkward smile to the boy behind her. After pushing multiple times she gave up with a sigh. “I- uh....I think it’s locked.”

“Locked?”

Changmin stepped forward and tried his hand at the closed entranced. He pushed and pulled until retreating, brows furrowed. “What you didn’t believe me?” The girl asked with a breathy laugh. Changmin’s eyes widened as he turned to face her.

“What- no! No, not all! I- I- I just...”

“I was just joking, don’t worry.” A timid smile quirked up the corner of the boy's lips. He watched as she shed her bag- placing it against the nearest row of shelves. “Should we try together?” His head moved faster than his mind could process Y/n’s words. He shed his backpack next to hers and the two turned towards the sealed doors.

In his mind, he knew that even with both of their strengths pushing, the industrial locks on the university doors would not break. “I’m Y/n, by the way.” Instead of looking at the boy, she readied herself at the door, palms pressed against the metal bar.

“Oh- I’m..uh...C-Changmin...”

“Well C-Changmin, push on three?” He nodded, finding Y/n’s smile, though small, even more enchanting up close. “One, two, three!”

The two of them pushed with all their might but to no avail. Y/n looked defeated as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket. Her delicate fingers pushed the button but the screen refused to light up.

Changmin had a similar idea. He reached for his own phone. Both of them smiled as it lit up showing the time and 11% battery left. The grin quickly fell as he realized there was absolutely no signal. Using his long limbs to his advantage he reached up searching one measly bar.

Y/n ran a hand through her hair. This was the absolute perfect way to end her already stressful and torturous day. She reached for the lamp on a nearby desk but a huge roll of thunder resonated through the building and it suddenly became even darker.

“Well, this is the beginning of a horror movie if I’ve seen one.” Changmin joked, kicking the door with a grin. His smile fell as he turned to see the fearful look on Y/n’s face.

“Dude- why the fuck would you say that!”

“I don’t know! I’m sorry!” He mentally hit himself over and over. Why did he say that? There was no need to break the silence. The silence was his safety net right now. If he was silent there was absolutely no way he could appear like some weird Freakazoid to her. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, casting brief glances over at the pretty girl he had liked for so long.

The two gradually gravitated towards each other. There was really nowhere else to go. Y/n enjoyed the sound of the storm outside, letting it calm her ever-growing nerves. Changmin resisted the urge to engage in embarrassing small talk.

A bright crash of lightning brightened up the room in sheets just as Y/n’s eye fell on the two backpacks several feet away. Her scream echoed off the ceiling as she caught a glimpse of the Chucky doll peeking its head out of the boy’s bag. Instinctively, she grabbed onto the closest thing- which happened to be Changmin’s hoodie.

Heat flooded every inch of his face and he wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands so he settled for keeping them up in the air. Inside his heart was beating faster than he ever thought possible. It was like all of his senses were heightened the moment she touched him.

“What the hell is that?”

“Oh...umm...he’s my Chucky.”

“Your what?” She pulled away from him and Changmin instantly missed her touch. The girl all but laughed seeing the blush on his cheeks and his arms still raised in the air almost in surrender.

“My Chucky. You know- like from the movie...”

“Yes, I’ve seen the fucking movie!”

Nervously he adjusted his sweater before shuffling over and gently tucking his doll safely pack in his bag- out of sight from the still shaken girl. “Why are you carrying that around anyway?”

The scare had seemed to lessen the tension between both of them; though Changmin was still very aware of every word and action towards Y/n. “I was headed to a thriller marathon at my friend’s apartment after I finished some studying.” She nodded but in her mind, she wondered how if he had been studying for as long as she had, he did not have tears running down his face and a massive migraine. “I guess I just lost track of the time.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile a the boy’s lopsided grin. She found it endearing how one side was always high than the other. The more he smiled at her the more she wanted to take a picture of his little quirk.

Another weighted silence fell between them. Against his better judgment, Changmin began to speak. “I don’t mean to pry...but what were you doing here so late?” For a moment Y/n had forgotten all about her troubles that had been following her for the past month and a half. A visible heaviness pressed down her shoulders.

Her back pressed against the bookshelf and she let herself slide down to the floor. “I gave up on finding a tutor last week. I was hoping some miracle would happen if I read that stupid book long enough.”

At that moment she wasn’t just the girl he had been pining after since he was in braces. Changmin saw the exhaustion. He saw the complete lack of hope. He moved his backpack- which she had sat down next to and took its place.

“What book?” He didn’t need to ask but saved her the embarrassment of telling her that he had been in the room for her lecture with Professor Jeong. Wordlessly she pulled out a book, her hand dipping in the air from the significant weight. “Ah,”

“Good ‘ah’ or bad ‘ah’?”

“I’m not sure which the situation calls for?” He said pushing up his glasses with a little smile.

Changmin’s grin grew a little wider as he heard her laugh. Even sitting in the dark, her smile seemed to fill the room with a warm glow. “At this point, I think I’m just useless.” She pressed her forehead against the cool cover of the book.

She wondered why she found herself so comfortable with this stranger. It felt easier to talk with this boy she had known for twenty minutes than to talk with her closest friends- even her parents. A small shock of something she could only describe as electricity, raced up her arm as the boy’s hand brushed hers. He reached for the book, gently taking it from her hands and opening it to the tabbed page.

“You aren’t useless, Y/n,” His words gave her comfort, wrapping around her like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer. Changmin chuckled, turning the page. “However, one might find it useful to highlight only the useful information and not the entire page.”

He found it cute looking down at Y/n’s textbook. Most of the passages were marked with yellow highlighter- easy to see even in the growing darkness. Some lines were underlined in red and there were circled statements with question marks all over the page. It was evident that she was in fact trying. Actually, her notes were in more detail than his.

“I just don't understand it.”

“What?”

“All of it.”

“All of history?”

“Sure- let’s go with that.” She shrugged leaning her head back on the bookshelf.

“I think history can be confusing sometimes too.” Changmin let her textbook rest on his lap. The two of them looked out the huge windows in front of them, watching the storm rage on outside. Occasionally, a flash of lightning would light up the library. “You know, I’m in Professor Jeong’s class too.”

“You are?”

Chanhee was right. She had no idea he existed until now and unless he played his cards right, she would forget about him the moment she left this building. “Yeah...I sit two rows behind you.” He watched her eyes widened a little as if she was trying to recall every face she had seen in that classroom. “Actually...to be fully honest...I knew who you were before tonight.”

Her brows furrowed, creating a small crease in the middle of her forehead. Everything about her fascinated Changmin, even down to her smallest expression. Getting a little nervous, he started rummaging through his backpack. As he chose his next words carefully in his mind, Changmin pulled out a half-full plastic water bottle and portable charger he forgot he carried.

Interested in the boy’s previous statement, Y/n watched him with intrigue. “I-uh....” His hands shakily turned on his phone’s flashlight after plugging his phone into the charger. “We went to the same high school. You and I have shared classes since grade nine.” Her jaw dropped a little at his words.

“I feel....like such a bitch.”

“Oh no-” He stuttered, trying to balance the water bottle over his flashlight- creating a makeshift lantern.

“Oh my god, I am the biggest asshole! I’ve never once noticed you in seven years? You must hate me!”

His heart warmed, seeing how bothered she was. He felt a little pride swell in his chest knowing that Sunwoo and Chanee were completely wrong about Y/n. “No, not at all! I just think we had different friend groups that’s all.”

Shrouded in the light from their little water lamp the two of them exchanged old high school gossip that Changmin never quite understood from the outside. “Wait so Miyoung stole Yeonu away from Hajoon?” Changmin covered his mouth in shock, his eyes widening in a cute way.

Y/n smiled and nodded, hand falling on his knee. “Yeah- I know right!”

“And Yeonu was the guy who-”

“Yeah who sold Class 4B the midterm answers!”

Changmin let loose a huge sigh. “Damn- I missed so much in high school by just studying and playing games.” This time a comfortable silence fell between the two students on the floor. By the way her eyes were drooping, Y/n assumed it was about three am.

“Nah you just missed....a whole lot of drama.” She yawned shaking her head to stay awake.

It was then that Changmin’s willpower gave in to the weariness of his body. His brain no longer had control of his mouth at that moment. “What if I tutored you?”

A sleepily smile slid onto Y/n’s face. She turned her head against the shelf to look up at the boy next to her. His hopes fell as she laughed a little. “I need more help than just History.”

“What else?”

“Math, Physics, Psych...”

“I can help you with all of that too!”

Changmin hated how eager he sounded. “What are you? Some kind of genius?” She smiled even though her back was getting sore and the sound of the rain was lulling her to sleep.

“No, just a mathematics major whose parents paid for top tutors until he was sixteen.”

The girl stared at him. Her expression was unclear. In her mind, she knew there had to be some catch. No way was this guy going to tutor her in all the subjects she needed for nothing. “What’s your rate, Genius?”

“Like money?

She nodded, turning to fully face the boy. Y/n waited for some terrible number that was hellbent on destroying her bank account. Changmin on the other hand was panicking trying to decipher what number was high enough to get her to say yes but not low enough to make her think that he wasn’t serious. “Um.....$8?”

“An hour? For four subjects?”

“Yes...”

“DEAL!”

Once again Changmin was frozen as Y/n threw her arms around him in a hug. His hands returned to their familiar place- up in the air, shaking, and far away from her.

The pair spent the next hours with textbooks sprawled around them. Changmin patiently assessed where Y/n was in each of her subjects, surprised how someone of her intelligence was struggling. He found that she was indeed very bright- but simply not understanding the information the way it was being given to her.

Neither of them noticed the rain stopping or even the sun rising with a pink and orange glow coming over the horizon, morning light sliding across the marbled floor. They didn’t even notice the sound of keys being turned in the front doors hours earlier they tried so hard to open.

“What are you kids doing here?” The two students looked up to see one of the librarians standing in the doorway, keys in hand.

They looked at each other before scrambling to grab their things and running out the doors. The warm, wet morning air greeted them as they stumbled outside. The sun was just peaking over the buildings and Y/n smiled at the dew clinging to the bright green blades of grass lining the sidewalks. It was a new day and a new hope filled her chest. “We’re finally out!” Changmin cheered, jumping up and down adorably.

Y/n found it precious that someone so tall and graceful looking could be so clumsy and cute. “Changmin, I can’t thank you enough. I don’t think anyone could have explained the Joseon Era principles better.”

“Oh- i-it was nothing.”

“Here,” Taking a pen from her pocket she reached for his right arm and rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie. He took the moment to once again appreciate her beauty up close while the girl wrote her number on his arm. When she was done she placed the pen in his large hand and looked at him expectantly. “Aren’t you going to give me yours?”

Changmin vigorously nodded his head ‘yes’ and internally screamed at his brain to remember the numbers to his own phone number. With anything but steady hands, he wrote his number on her forearm and basked in the glow of the smile he received.

“So-uh..I’ll call you? You’ll call me? We can talk about times that work?”

“Yeah! Dates....and what not...Study-dates I mean! Tutoring! Yes.”

“Awesome! I can’t wait! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much you are saving my ass.” Y/n cheered as she started to back away towards her dorm.

“So you’ll call me?” He called after her. His feet were planted firmly where he stood for he feared if he moved an inch he might float away.

She laughed, her smile even brighter in the growing daylight. “Or something, yeah!”

“Okay!” He watched Y/n unit she rounded a corner before letting all the joy explode from his body in a fit of jumps, hollers, cheers, dance, and maybe what some might consider singing.

The sun basked in the boy’s glee as he danced and jumped his way down the sidewalk screaming “YES! SHE KNOWS WHO I AM!” His body was no longer sore and his mind was no longer tired. Instead, he ran all the way back to his apartment with a grin that the sun could not compete with.

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Hi!! I need to not forget to leave this idea with a trusted author so I’ve chosen to slide into ur asks w this very nsfw thing: Joon using a dick pump and vixen using a pussy pump. Simultaneously. Then having sex. That is all! I just wanted to share this with someone that could find use of it 😭

Hello, it's officially Joonsday and we're big time celebrating (sorry for the ugly banner I'm on a road trip with the fam) lessgooooooo

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.5k words

Genre: smut? Pwp? Established relationship? Yes.

Warning: 18+ y'all better be adults if you're going to read this.

Trigger warnings: clearly, swearing, dick pump, pussy pump, vibrating cockring (it's becoming quite the thing for these two???) cumplay (he cums on her chest), creampie, unprotected sex (use CONDOMS PLEASE), DDLG (daddy) kink, making out, touch deprivation (? Kinda?), experimenting, mentions of oral, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism.

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It was past nine pm when Namjoon entered the apartment, his eyes immediately focusing on your frame curled up on the sofa, under your chunky knit blanket. He needed to get you a pet.

You loved Moni, but he couldn't have him at his place that often since he was more of his family's dog than his.

He should get you something fluffy. Something that matched your personality. Like a toy poodle. Or a corgi.

No, a corgi wasn't fluffy enough…

He was sure he would find something suitable in a shelter. Maybe a cat? Something to keep you company.

Tutting, he shook his head as his mind wandered, trying to distract him from the panic he had been going through only a couple minutes ago. He reminded himself his current anxiety was due to surprising you with an unexpected gift, so he realised that launching himself into planning another surprise — a permanent one — was maybe not the smartest move.

Kneeling beside you, he touched his lips to your temple. “Hello, Vixen,” he spoke gently, his private voice making your eyes open, your arm reaching out of the blanket to hold him to yourself.

“Hi, baby. Did you eat? Tell me they fed you.”

He smiled. “Yeah. I grabbed dinner with Yoongi in the studio.”

You nodded and nuzzled up closer, kissing his neck sensually. “Wake me up?”

He chuckled. “Needy, baby?”

You nodded and frowned. “I'm getting my period in two days. You know I get needy.”

His knowing smile shifted to a loving one. “I know.” He looked at your face for a couple seconds, just taking in every detail. The fullness of your lips and the slight blush on your cheeks, the way you looked puffy after sleep, so soft and delicate and all his.

Oh so his.

Not falling into your temptation was almost a crime. Especially as you stretched your neck, lips lingering just one millimeter away from his.

“Ask, love.” His voice was gravelly against your face.

You looked away and relaxed your shoulders, not realising you had arched up towards him. In return he chuckled and ran the tip of his nose against your cheek. “You don’t like asking, mh?” His lips were velvety against your cheekbone. “Poor little fox.” You turned just in time for his mouth to meet yours, letting him have your sweetest whimper as his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you. “I have a question for you, babylove.”

You stopped and backed an inch, looking him in the eye. “What kind of question?”

He sat up straight. “It makes me a bit nervous because this is not how we do it normally and… I feel like I went someplace uncharted without you and I’m a bit disoriented.”

You sat up too, feeling the nerves in his tone as he started talking faster, stuttering over his words a little.

“I… We usually shop together but I wanted to try this and I thought… I mean, we don’t have to do this and we can do this alone, or together, or… Or not do this at all or you can use this while I’m away and you need—”

“Joon,” you interrupted him, a hand on his shoulder as you tried to calm him down. “Hold on a second, darling.”

He shut his mouth and took a deep breath through his nose.

“You were shopping, correct?” you asked, trying to find reason in madness. He nodded. “What did you get? Toys, I assume?”

“Yes,” he replied calmly.

“Okay. Show me and then we can talk this out if you’d like.” You knew Namjoon’s brain tended to go a thousand miles a second, so you tried to limit the damage.

He stood and came back with a large box and scissors, opening the package. “It’s kinda scary at the beginning but… I think the final result is not that bad.”

“If that’s a furry mask I’m gonna scream and not in a good way,” you joked, trying to ease away the tension.

“Come on, we discussed that already. Hard no. No shaming, though.”

“No shaming,” you repeated, watching him open the lid and take another box out. “Oh my god.”

He looked at you, trying to interpret your reaction. “Good? Bad? Maybe?”

“Why would you make it… bigger? How do you even think I can handle bigger?” You stared at the… the thing and tried to wrap your brain around that.

“It’s not about getting bigger, it’s about lasting more.”

“We have cockrings for that!” you exclaimed, almost outraged. If anything perplexed and worried. Was he trying to break you? Send you to the ER? Because you much preferred saving yourself the embarrassment. “You’re gonna break me.”

He nodded and put the box away. “Okay, sorry.” He wasn’t even disappointed. After all he did know you were a tight fit on him and no matter how much he would stretch you, there were high chances of you getting hurt, and he obviously didn’t want that.

“No, no hold on,” you said as you realised your first reaction had been fear. “We can do that. Just not… Let’s say we can use that but the final goal is not penetration.”

Namjoon nodded. “That’s what I was thinking too. Plus, we could use that ring for buffering.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “And that should make you feel like… Like I’m sucking all of you, right?”

Namjoon halted for a second. “I don’t know, but that wouldn’t be the point.” He still remembered that one time you had almost had a breakdown because you couldn’t take more than a couple inches of him in your mouth. Since then, he had set the lowest bar in your sex life: not making you cry because you couldn’t deepthroat him. Somehow he was still traumatised by the memory. “It’s just a matter of giving you multiples, Vixen. Just that, Or fucking you feral, however you prefer to put it.”

You nodded.

“Plus it’s more of a… joined fantasy, actually,” he confessed, blushing and looking down.

So there were more surprises in that box. “Define?”

He took one more box out of the larger one. “It looks scarier than it is. It’s also, sort of… convoluted.”

You stared at the second toy, arching an eyebrow at it. “I don’t like things that keep your hands off me.”

“I know,” he reassured you, immediately touching your knee as a way to comfort you. “I know it, babylove. But this doesn’t mean my hands won’t be touching your body.”

Absentmindedly you nodded. “You want to try those now?”

He tipped his head from side to side in a so-and-so motion. “Only if you want to. We can wait till you get more acquainted with the idea.”

You thought about it for a second. “Those… devices technically mean no foreplay.”

“Well, they do the foreplay while we…” He hadn’t thought that far.

“We’ll just make out,” you said, standing up and grabbing your half of the kit. “Let’s take them out and wash them.”

Namjoon grabbed the other half and followed you. In your bathroom, you took out the toys, quickly scanning the instructions while he threw himself at his new object of interest, grabbing the toy soap and lathering everything in foam. “No reading?”

“It’s pretty easy,” he replied, rubbing everything thoroughly before rinsing and drying the tube. “I’ll read while I wait for you.”

He let the toy dry on the ledge and undressed, by now barely shy about walking around naked as he entered the shower and scrubbed himself clean with quick, brief strokes. In a bunch of minutes, you were sitting on the bed, reading the instructions of his device before he rolled down beside you, a towel around his waist. You were lounging in your panties and one of his shirts, his face already skimming the side of your thigh. “Come down here, miss Fox. Studying won’t get you straight As in this one.”

You chuckled and grabbed some lube. “Will you allow me the honour?”

Namjoon licked his lip and undid his towel, arching an eyebrow as he realised he already had a semi.

“Is it for the toy or the ‘fucking the class’s best student’ fantasy?” you teased him, pouring some cold lubricant on him in revenge.

“It’s all about having the sexiest girlfriend in the universe,” he flattered you, his hand squeezing your ass as you straddled him and grabbed the toy.

“You know you’re crazy for this, right?”

He nodded. “That makes two of us since you’re playing along.”

“Suck your dick,” you replied, saccharine sweet as you placed his cock into the plastic tube of the penis pump.

“Not when you’re so much better at that,” he cooed back, hissing a little once you pressed the base against his pelvis excessively hard — call it revenge. You studied the mechanism for starting to increase the pressure inside the cylinder. “Okay, fuck, it’s hot. I love the lube. Slippery.”

You appreciated the feedback. “Tighter?”

“Nah, hold on. We can tighten it later.” He bit his lip. “It’s very good. But… A bit cold.”

You stretched to his face and pushed his hair back. “I’ll warm it up next time. Sorry baby.” You kissed his lips, pampering him a little. He had looked so stressed earlier. And so eager too. He had to be both worried and excited about this. “My big bear,” you murmured, watching him melt for you. After all he was nothing but a tough looking boy with a gooey heart. “You were so nervous about this, huh?”

He nodded and caught your hand, holding it in his. “I love you,” he said with his million dollar smile, his eyes dreamy, his dimple shining on his face.

“I love you too, Joonie bear,” you murmured at him, your affection causing him to slip into the most peaceful of states. Yes, he felt like his dick was being squeezed and sucked, but he mostly felt entirely enamoured with you.

“Please, can you wear the toy too?”

You smiled and nodded. “Would you like to help?”

He stretched to kiss you again. He wanted more kisses. It had been so long since the two of you just made out and he missed that sometimes, just the intimacy of laying side by side, making out without things necessarily heating up. Of course he also loved when you got on top of him mid-session and ground on his thigh until you crumbled against his shoulder.

He loved even more when your hand would graze his lower belly before tracing his erection through his trousers, cupping him and squeezing him until he needed your hand on his length.

But the idea of laying side by side and focusing solely on your face was something too inviting for that night.

He sat up, a bit uncomfortable at the thing between his legs. “This makes it kinda hard to move,” he realised before finding your pvc cup. “Get comfy, my love,” he murmured before kissing your knee, crawling lower. Your legs stayed closed as you placed your feet on his thighs before getting rid of your shirt, letting him stare at the hardened peaks of your breasts. “You're so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his hands tracing the outside of your thighs, his frame shifting and stretching until he could reach for your chest, his thumbs feeling your pebbled nipples.

That was before you put the sole of your foot around his neck, pushing him back a little.

He was mesmerised by the gesture, feeling his brain short circuit as arousal hit him.

Now that he was far enough, you lifted your legs and quickly got rid of your panties, Namjoon barely resisting the need to press his whole face against your folds.

“Feisty,” he murmured, placing the toy on you, checking for your reaction. “Does it fit right?”

You nodded. “I'm tiny, it takes a bit more than it should but that's okay as long as it doesn't come off.”

He started pumping some pressure, still looking at your face to spot any discomfort.

“I think that's tight enough for now.”

He nodded and laid down beside you. “You wanna watch porn?”

You thought about it for a second. “Nah.” You rolled to the side, only to feel the toy limit your comfort.

“Maybe a pillow will help?” he mused, passing it to you.

“It feels strange. Static. Dry… Aseptic.”

He nodded. “Not a great feeling.” He also placed a pillow between his knees before cupping the back of your head and scooting closer to you. “Hi,” he whispered, breaking into a large smile.

“Hi,” you whispered back, joining your lips.

You didn't know how long you kissed, only that his hands were everywhere, rubbing your back, on your ass, pulling you closer, then pushing you back a little as he tried to massage your breasts, next tightening the pressure on your pussy pump.

“This good?” he asked, his lips already kissing the sweet spot below your ear. It made you purr and try to throw your leg over his, realising a minute too late that you couldn’t grind on him.

You made a disappointed little sound, Namjoon’s hands cupping your face and smoothening the frown on your brow with his thumbs. “It’s okay, little fox. Focus on me, babylove.”

With the most vulnerable expression, you brushed your lips to his as the tip of your nose played with his, his face glowing with a sudden bright smile before he drew a line of tiny smooches from your forehead to your chin. “I know, baby.”

“I don’t like this,” you whined, hiding your face into his neck. “I can’t feel you.”

He held you closer. “Would you like to take it off?” His hands were skimming every inch of your naked skin, soothing you.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” you mewled weakly, feeling ashamed of the statement.

“You’re not disappointing me, ____. We’re doing this to know if we like it, my angel.” He caressed your hair.

“I can do this, I just need to get used to the lack of touching.”

“I know it’s a delicate topic for you. You can take it off and grind on me if you want,” he reassured you.

You found his pump mechanism and asked, “Do you want it tighter?”

He hummed and nodded.

You didn’t last much longer after that, mostly because Namjoon knew he was tiptoeing around a soft limit of yours and he could feel you were already vulnerable. He knew a couple tears would come after your orgasm, your body too emotionally challenged for you not to release all the tension in crying.

“Let’s take this off,” he whispered into your ear, the pressure on him too tight, almost unbearable after fifteen minutes with the pump on, three of which on the highest setting. He would make a mess of you. He knew it already. “I'm gonna cum a lot,” he said with a half-embarrassed chuckle.

“Is that an issue?” you mused, blocking his hand as he tried to remove your pump. “I… I want you to cum on me.” It was easier to say after all this time. He was almost used to it. The following request however was unusual. “On my chest.”

He nodded. “Are you sure?”

“I want you to distract me. I want to keep the toy, just distract me from it.” You bat your lashes at him. “Please.”

In his mind, he had opposed your idea for maybe half a second. “Okay. But I want you to use your safeword if need be.”

After he ascertained you remembered it, he waited for your approval on him straddling your waist, your hands immediately touching him, starting from the base and pulling to the tip, a thick blob of precum helping you as both your palms started massaging him.

“You’re so damn good at this,” he praised you. “You’re such a good girl to me.”

You glowed at the compliment, starting to stroke him more powerfully. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, little one,” he replied sweetly before a grunt left his lips, his body waving a little before he propped himself up with one hand. “If you keep it up, I’ll be covering your tits in cum in seconds, Vixen.”

“Isn’t that our goal?” you asked with faux naivety, noticing the way he was starting to swell.

While you angled his cock downwards, to your stomach, he placed a hand under your jaw. He wouldn’t want your face to get accidentally dirty. That was the last conscious act he did before he felt his balls tighten a bit more than earlier, a strong spurt of his semen landing on your neck, the second one between your breasts, and then a third on your left breast, your nipple peaked and glazed in his cum as he slowly came down from an unstoppable high.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said again, truly thankful for the vision of him braced over you, completely ecstatic, head thrown back as he roared in pleasure, his throat beautifully exposed.

Too bad you couldn’t put your mouth on it.

It took him a full minute to come back to reality, and when he did, he inevitably noticed that he was still hard and you were still unbelievably horny right below him.

“Joon?” you called.

“Yes, Vixen?”

“Do you think you can slip your cock inside me and make me cum with a vibrator on my clit?” Your request was posed curtly, efficiently, almost as if you were asking him how a telescope works.

He rose from his half slumber at that. “Sure about the vibrator?”

You nodded. “The mild one, you know. The one from your ring.”

He thought about it for a millisecond before kissing your forehead. “You’re a blessing”. He thought it even more as a cascade of chuckles left your mouth. He took off your pump, a tiny bit distracted by the need to suck on your wet nipple, to draw a hickey where your neck had been stained by his orgasm. Next he slipped in, slowly, whimpering at the way your cunt was soaked and puffy and full. “You feel so fucking incredible?”

“Different from usual?” you wondered, a tiny gasp leaving your mouth as he settled.

“Just very sensitive. Like round three at six in the morning,” he explained, you humming in understanding.

“It feels a bit like that actually, now that I think of it.” You laid back while he pressed the tip of the vibrator to your chest, collecting some slickness before bringing the toy to your clit and switching it on.

Your reaction was immediate. “I am sensitive,” you exclaimed before squealing, your inner walls contracting and Namjoon shifting a little. It was the combo of fullness and clitoral stimulation that made you come apart in three minutes. And then again, five minutes later.

Namjoon was shocked. After the second orgasm, he just pulled out and wore the ring, fucking you in earnest. Your usually difficult third high rolled around like nothing, Namjoon reaching his climax together with you.

He thought he was done but apparently not yet, his back on the mattress while you ground on him, taking a pause from the vibrations before placing them on the highest setting and riding him, sliding back and forth. You knew he preferred it when you bounced, but his hands led you on a rolling motion until you collapsed forward, too exhausted to cry out, just shivering in his arms, trembling as your muscles succumbed in fatigue.

“Goodness,” you exhaled once all toys were out of the picture, your body laying on top of Namjoon’s while you slipped his cock back inside you, enjoying the easy connection coming from the gesture.

“What a night,” he agreed. You were both sticky and needed a shower, but first he needed to make sure you were okay emotionally. And cockwarming was specifically what you both needed. “How are you?”

“Tired,” you replied straight away. “Very fucking in love with you.”

“Language,” he reminded you before holding you closer. The shivering wasn’t stopping.

“Let’s take a bath, mh? You’re shivering. You need to relax.” He rubbed your back energetically before massaging your thighs. “You did amazing, babylove.” He cuddled you some more, staying quiet for a minute before asking, “Do you still not like the toys?”

You shrugged. “Can we talk about that later? I’m not ready yet,” you replied, still too biased about the experience to give judgement.

He nodded. “Sure thing, little fox. Come on, to the bathroom.”

“To the bathroom,” you agreed with a yawn.

Namjoon smiled. He loved aftercare baths. But he loved you more.

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dc41896 · 3 years

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✨Pairing✨: mob!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: It’s the night of the party, and you might be in for more than you thought with Mr. Levinson

⚠️:Brief language, pretty much all fluff💕!

“$500?!,” your best friend shouts through the phone startling you and apparently bothering someone else from the loud shush you hear in the background. “Um you don’t have to sit right next to me you know. Exactly walk away rude! Anyway, $500?”

You can only shake your head as you slide the few dresses hanging in your closet from one side to the other. “Well, really $495 and some change after the charge for his coffee but yea I tried to hand it back thinking it was a mistake, but he said no. And he um invited me to a party.”

You only hear silence making you pull the phone from your ear checking to see if the call had been disconnected.

“Hello? Tyla?”

“Sorry I’m here, just had to run somewhere more private,” she answers slightly out of breath, “but a $500 tip and a date?! Wait..oh shit are you a sugar baby?”

“No!”

“If you are I’m definitely not judging, you know that’s my dream.”

“No Tyla I’m not a sugar baby, and it’s not a date. He said I could bring a friend or friends. I’d like to think dates are a little more secluded.”

“They can be, unless it’s like those group hang outs where two people are hanging out more so with each other than with the group. But anyway, know what you’re gonna wear yet?”

Searching through the few dresses dangling in your closet, you felt yourself growing a bit more frustrated trying to determine which could be deemed acceptable enough to stand in a room filled with CEOs, millionaires, and trust fund kids who grew into somewhat financially stable adults.

So far, none fit the mold.

“No,” you sigh, “not yet.”

“Perfect! I’ll come get you when I get off in about an hour, and we can go shopping.”

Being an office assistant for a magazine company downtown, she knew where all the best boutiques were and who carried the most beautiful dresses and gowns having to go to at least one everyday retrieving someone’s order. However, being the best also tended to mean expensive.

“Okay, but you know I’m trying to save money-,”

“To buy the boys and girls club and stop it from closing, I know, but you don’t have to spend all your money. Put majority of it back and keep one or two hundred out. That’ll be enough for a dress and shoes trust me.”

She had a point. You could still add to your collection pot while treating yourself. Plus it was a necessity really, seeing that you didn’t even have a nice, simple black dress. Something every woman needed in her closet.

“Okay, I’ll be ready when-,”

“Ms. Ward!,” a voice booms on the other end followed by loud knocks. “I know you’re in there! You were supposed to be back 10 minutes ago!”

“I had a bathroom emergency!,” Tyla shouts back making you silently giggle to yourself afraid you’d somehow get your friend in more trouble. “Gotta go.”

———

“And you’re sure this is okay? I don’t want to look like-,”

“A hooker?,” Tyla finishes while reapplying her lipstick in the small compact mirror.

“I was gonna say escort but..”

Since leaving your apartment, you’d pulled the the black skirt of your dress down pretty much every other minute afraid that the soft, velvet material would eventually show the matching colored thong hidden underneath.

“Relax and stop tugging,” she scolded swatting your hand away, “The dress stops mid-thigh so it’d take a lot for you to flash someone. That is unless you want a certain, insanely rich someone to see what’s underneath.”

“No I don’t,” you laugh smacking her in the arm with the back of your hand as she rolled her cat like honey brown eyes.

Although, deep down you wouldn’t be completely against it. With his statuesque figure and muscles that you were surprised didn’t cause rips in his clothes whenever he walked or moved, you were ashamed to admit there were nights you wondered what it would be like to be held against his solid chest with those arms you were sure could easily be suffocating, yet also secure you physically and emotionally to a peaceful sleep. Or pin you down with just the right amount of pressure as he-

“Your stop ladies,” the Uber driver announces snapping you out of your daydream just as the car slowly stops in front of quite possibly the biggest mansion you’ve ever seen.

Given it was the first mansion you’ve actually seen in person.

Carefully exiting the backseat of the SUV, both sets of your heels clack against the sand colored cobblestone while taking in the grand home as if you were tourists gazing at the Eiffel tower. It reminded you of all those celebrity homes you’d see mentioned in magazines or those shows depicting how the rich and famous lived. You didn’t even have to touch the doorknob, being greeted by a middle aged man in a black and white tuxedo with white gloves. “Good evening. Everyone is either outside or walking about the lower level. I can take your purses if you’d like.”

“Thanks,” both of you mindlessly murmur handing over your small clutches while gazing at your surroundings. You felt like an ant with how much bigger the inside seemed due to the high, multi-layer ceiling. The polished white floors reflected the circular, built in lights shining above making the room appear even brighter and warmer. Through the walls of glass lining the back wall, you could see the small set of stairs leading to the manicured lawn where other partygoers mingled and laughed.

“I feel like God’s house in heaven would look just like this,” Tyla speaks making the butler silently chortle to himself. She’d been to a few mansions before being lucky enough to tag along to fancy soirées, albeit for work, but none compared to what she stood in now. “Y/N your boyfriend isn’t just rich. He’s that level of rich where they use old bills for napkins or toilet tissue.”

“Crazy enough, I prefer the usual paper. Cloth ones are nice too though, when the occasion calls for it.”

Black long sleeve shirt that perfectly framed his upper body and charcoal grey dress pants fitted just as well with a matching black boot, its like seeing him walk in the restaurant for the first time all those months ago. You feel your heartbeat quicken as he peers at you, blue eyes subtly taking you in from your pulled back curls down to your new black stilettos that wrapped up to just above your ankle. The metal band of his silver watch leaves a cool imprint on your lower back as his hand gently pulls you in for a welcoming hug. His cologne mixed with his soft beard catching your cheeks from the quick kisses has you transported to another world and head feeling fuzzy from what you could only describe as a high.

“You look breathtaking angel,” he whispers in your ear as he pulls away before directing his attention to an inwardly smirking Tyla realizing who this mystery man was. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Tyla. Tye this is Ari, my um friend who invited us,” you explain as the two greet each other with an embrace and kisses to each other’s cheeks.

“Nice to meet you Ari. Your home is immaculate.”

“Oh this is actually my uncle’s house. I haven’t quite gotten to his level yet,” he humbly smiles using his free hand to brush his hair out of his face.

How could he make a simple movement something you’d want to watch over and over again?

“Ari,” a voice calls appearing from tall, brown double doors across the room. All black suit and a gold ring adorning the four fingers of his left hand, the bald man looked like someone you definitely wouldn’t want to piss off. And from the look on his clean shaven face, whatever needed to be discussed must’ve been important. Even Ari’s energy seemed to shift and body become more tense.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to handle something really quick but please enjoy yourselves,” he smiles at Tyla before meeting your eyes, “I’ll find you later.”

“Oh, okay.”

Your best friend waits until he’s completely out of sight before playfully hitting your arm and squealing. “Y/N’s got a hot booyfrienddd!”

“Shh! Before you get us kicked out,” you giggle, walking with her towards the large sliding glass doors that led to those mingling in the lawn. “And he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yet. He’s definitely into you though, and from that smile you’re into him too.”

It was probably your naïveté, but him liking you back never crossed your mind. Yes he was charming, but like most wealthy businessmen you encountered, you assumed that was just part of his personality. Being suave and saying the right things was a must in that profession, so once it was displayed on you, you didn’t want to think too much into it in fear of being foolish.

“And speaking of boyfriend’s, I see a potential suitor so I will talk to you later. That is unless Ari finds you first,” she winks before seductively swaying down the steps and right up to a slender man in a burgundy suit, who pulled a champagne glass from one of the passing waiters for her.

The dim lights mounted on different points of the house along with those set in the ground created a warm glow making those around look even more glamorous. It carried to the empty grassland behind the property highlighting the incoming fog as well as different markers lining just before the thick forest waving from the breeze.

Or were they targets?

Just as you stepped closer to the black, metal gate trying to get as close a look as you could, a deep voice startles you nearly making you drop your glass as you grab your chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Black hair faded on the sides and back while the longer top was braided to his head in a V formation, his chocolate brown three-piece suit and white button down does nothing to hide his muscular figure. Although just as fit and tall as Ari, this stranger’s beard was thicker bringing attention to his fuller, moisturized lips and snow white smile. “Shiloh.”

“Y/N,” you reply shaking his outstretched hand.

“So tell me, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing off to herself?”

“Well I um don’t really know anyone here.”

“Plus she was waiting on me,” Ari interjects wrapping a secure arm around your waist. “This guy isn’t bothering you too much is he?”

“Bothering? She practically begged me to save her from her boring date,” Shiloh grins as Ari rolls his eyes before joining in. Of course two good looking men like them were friends, you shouldn’t be surprised.

“Congrats again man on the expansion. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Thank you. Between us, hopefully this is the first step in having offices around the country. Can’t have you being the only one building an empire.”

“Wait, you own the lounge downtown. Acuvus, right?,” you ask. Looking more at his face, you recognized him from the many magazine articles and interviews discussing his story and how he’d became so successful in seemingly a short amount of time.

Pretty much everyone knew about Acuvus and how only those with connections or who were part of the elite had access to the coveted reservation list. In your time waitressing, you overheard some customers talking about their night before at the multi-floor, rooftop lounge. How the drinks were some of the best in the city, maybe even the whole state, and the dance floor was never dead from the music that was played. If you could, it was surely one of those places you needed to experience at least once.

“Yep, and the lounge in Miami, Vegas, and eventually every major city in the US,” he smiles taking a sip of his beer. “You’ve been?”

“No I uh, don’t really get to go out because of work.” That and you’d probably never get on the list since you weren’t wealthy or had any connections of the sort.

“Well then, looks like now you have the perfect date idea,” he grins grabbing Ari’s shoulder giving it a gentle shake. You weren’t sure if Ari not correcting him was for your benefit of not being embarrassed, or if maybe he actually liked the idea. Either way, your gaze shifted towards the ground hoping he didn’t feel the nerves in the form of excess heat radiating off your body.

His hand gently squeezing your side as he lowly chuckles has you quickly pressing your lips together to block the gasp threatening to escape at the feel of his larger hand and thumb mindlessly grazing along the mesh of your dress.

“Thanks, but I already have an idea for that.”

This has your head lifting to unintentionally meet his eyes gazing at you the same way he did when you’d sit with him talking about how you spent the prior weekend. Or when you’d move about the restaurant like a passing wind setting people’s orders down in front of them and flashing your best smile being friendly to the new customer who just arrived. Of course you’d never notice it yourself, but you had this spirit that brought a type of bliss from your quirky ways and overall quiet, simple nature. And Ari couldn’t seem to get enough.

“Well then on that note, I’ll leave you kids to it,” Shiloh winks taking the last swig of his beer. “Lovely to meet you Y/N. Come by the lounge anytime you want or if you ever want to get away from this one.”

“Thank you, nice meeting you too,” you giggle.

“Mm very funny,” Ari quipped bumping fists with his friend before he disappeared further into the gathering of bodies. “So what was that face?”

“Face? I-I don’t-,”

“When I mentioned a date,” he smirks moving to lean on the gate that stood to his lower abdomen. “I’m a big boy so don’t feel like you have to spare my feelings.”

“No no it’s just…why?”

“…why not?,” he shrugs looking amused.

“I don’t come from all this like you, nor do I live the same lifestyle. I just figured you’d want someone equal, you know? Makes things easier I guess,” you shyly admit.

“You don’t know where I come from angel,” he states standing so close you can smell the beer on his lips and feel the air from his nostrils hit your cheeks. “And I’ve told you before, I like what I like.”

The sudden clinking of glass has everyone’s attention turning towards an older man standing in the center of the lawn holding up a half-filled champagne flute causing everyone around to do the same. Still somewhat in good shape for his age, a full mix of black and grey hair sat atop his head styled in short waves that seemed to be combed back either with the actual tool or maybe just his fingers. His dark green, knitted short sleeve partially showed a cross tattoo surrounded by roses and some small emblem on the underside of his bicep, while his other hand stayed in the pocket of his black slacks.

“As you all know, we’re here to celebrate the opening of our new downtown office. But, I also want to take this time to celebrate my nephew Ari, or as I’ve know him cucciolo,” he chuckles along with everyone around including Ari himself.

“Behind every major decision, his input was the driving factor, if not the final say, and we haven’t been steered wrong yet. You’ve been right beside me all these years and I can’t thank you enough nipote. I see you as the son I never had and I know we still have more to do. To the head of our new district office and to the continued success of I Cinque.”

“I Cinque,” everyone cheers taking a sip of their respective glasses.

Translations:

-cucciolo: cub/pup/whelp/youngling

-nipote (ni’po.te): nephew/niece/grandchild

-I Cinque (Cheen-kweh): The Five

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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hi, do you think you could do another blurb for ethan? maybe something nsfw? like, a party hookup? im thinkin about fratboy!ethan 👁👄👁

(wc: 5.5k) pls im always thinking about fratboy ethan :,) but yes i can do this 100 % ! this ask prompted something deep in me and i ended up making a playlist to go with it as well 🤧here’s the link to that if ur interested https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4yXuVtAKBHexm5ifE9NQ2B ! A L S O i’m sorry this took forever to get to ,,,, life has been a lot recently lol . reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (obvious but still) , sex while under the influence (with explicit consent given) , softdom! ethan , marajuana use , alcohol use , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it , plz) , swearing , college au , an unus annus reference if u look close enough , and i believe thats it . enjoy ! xoxoxoxo , starlight .

a little party never killed nobody

it was the exact same as every other college party you’d ever been to. shitty music, shittier alcohol, shittiest people- except for him.

when ethan nestor had invited you to a frat party, you’d laughed in his face. you knew that he was a member of data data data, but he wasn’t the type that made it his whole personality. as far as you’d observed, he wasn’t the partying type, either, but there he was, texting you the house address.

“so you’ll come tonight? it’s going to be a pretty big thing- a lot of people coming. you should be able to walk right in, but if anyone gives you shit just tell them you’re with me,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. you and ethan hadn’t been talking for long; technically, you hadn’t even known that he’d existed two weeks ago.

when ethan had first sauntered up to you in physical sciences, that same smirk painting his face, you’d picked up on the underlying chemistry right away. he was a flirt by nature, but he seemed to play it up even more around you- the brunette boy had asked for your number the first day you met, and you’d been talking almost constantly since. he was funny and sweet and extremely charismatic, and he made your heart flip in your chest with the smallest glance. the two of you hadn’t hung out alone yet, so this party felt like a big deal.

or, at least, that's what you’d thought.

when you showed up at the front door of the frat house loud, bass-filled music was already shaking the window panes in their frames, and you could hear what sounded like a hundred different voices all talking over each other. ethan hadn’t been kidding when he said that it was a big party; at least half of your year was here, plus the older and younger students interspersed throughout the throngs of people as well. as you made your way to the kitchen, ethan was nowhere to be found. you felt as if all eyes were on you as you started to pour a drink, and dimly, you wondered if people could tell that you didn’t belong.

however, most of your anxious thoughts had been subdued after the first solo cup of vodka lemonade, and you were now well through your second. the music pounding throughout the house felt as if it had infiltrated your veins, filling them with a warm, buzzing sensation that loosened your limbs. at some point, a guy had come up to chat with you. then another. you weren't sure how many times you’d given out your snapchat tonight, but it had been a lot, and you were about to do it again.

the guy you were currently talking to introduced himself as danny. he was some sort of business major, much like every other guy that you’d spoken with tonight, and was very clearly trying to hit on you. even through the alcohol-induced haze, you remembered who you came here for and you weren't leaving without him. you put a hand on danny’s shoulder, effectively cutting him off in the middle of his sentence.

“hey, do you know where ethan is? ethan nestor, i mean? he’s the one who invited me here.”

danny looked disappointed, but seemed to shift and slot puzzle pieces together in his head, snapping his fingers. “you're the girl he invited? that makes so much sense, actually. yeah, he’s out back- toking up, probably,” he explained, gesturing towards a door you would’ve never noticed. “out there and down the stairs. need an escort?”

you almost denied his advances but spotted an old fling loitering by the hidden door. giving danny a tight smile, you drained the rest of your drink and held up a finger. “one sec! stay here.”

butterflies flooded every inch of your being as you stumbled over to the makeshift bar, pouting a variety of liquors into your cup. you were going to see ethan outside of class. on his turf. something about it shook you to your core, but you couldn’t quite figure out why.

sure, ethan was hot- that was obvious. but he’d been flirty, too. were the two of you a thing? if you weren’t, why had he been talking to danny about 'the girl he was inviting’? clearly, ethan had been talking about you, you just weren't sure of the context. you tried to swallow all these fears as you topped off your cup with lemonade, taking a small sip. trying not to spit it out, you added more juice; you’d made the strongest mixture you could think of, and it tasted like some sort of poison. that didn’t stop you from taking another small sip, then a bigger one. you needed the buzz.

“okay! let's go.”

danny led you out the door and down the stairs with no issue, and you quickly realized how tipsy you were - the stairs seemed to bob and warp under your feet, and you grabbed onto the handrail with a death grip. he noticed this easily, laughing a bit. “are you good?”

“great. it's the heels and alcohol- they don't mix well.” you laughed at yourself, regretting the chunky, heeled boots you’d thrown on.

“you can ditch them, if you want. we’re going out onto a deck, so you won't be in grass or anything,” danny explained, pointing to a pile of shoes by the door you were about to exit. you weren't going to argue with that, thankful that you’d chosen cute socks as you wrestled the footwear off and tossed it onto the pile. your stomach flipped as danny opened the door, cool night air biting into your warm skin, waking you up a bit. the sourish-sweet scent of marijuana flooded the small stairwell, and danny chuckled. “told you he was smoking.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way you felt watching ethan take a long drag off of some sort of pen, letting the vapor pour from his lips in pale blue plumes. something about the easy way the smoke seemed to float from his mouth went straight to your center, and you dug your nails into your palms, trying to get yourself under control. ethan finally realized that more people had joined the small crowd on the bench, and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to light up as they roamed all over you lazily. this only furthered the sensation between your legs, the coils starting to tighten in your lower stomach.

what the hell?

“y/n, you made it,” ethan said, a smile taking over his face. he quickly hopped down from where he’d been sitting on the guardrail and made his way over, wrapping an arm dangerously low around your waist. he hugged you tightly, making your heartbeat stutter as you squeezed him back.

you mumbled a ‘hello’ into his neck as ethan let his touch linger, your body held tightly to his. someone cleared their throat, conversation starting back up, and ethan reluctantly pulled away, dropping his eyes to yours. he kept a hand on the small of your back, sending electricity running up and down your spine. “having fun?”

you could barely talk as you forced yourself to respond. “yeah, lots. you’re a hard person to find.”

ethan grinned again, letting his head fall back as he laughed. “my bad. i thought you would text me when you got here. found someone to take care of you , though?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. the facial expression did absolutely nothing for the situation building up under your skirt- only worsening your want for the tall boy in front of you.

“who?”

ethan smirked, dropping his lips to your ear. “that's what i like to hear. you look pretty, y/n.”

the way he said your name practically undid you, ripping your self-control apart at the already weakened seams. you let a hand wander up and down one of ethan’s sculpted arms, outlining the planes of muscle through his hoodie as you crossed your legs; sure, it was the ladylike thing to do, but you were desperately looking for some sort of friction, anything to lessen the need for him.

“thank you.”

ethan nodded, the hand that had been perched on your back sliding over your hip before finding your hand. he laced his fingers into yours, and you were shocked at how forward he was being. the two of you had flirted heavily- and okay, maybe you’d sent some suggestive pictures back and forth- but ethan seemed to be claiming you as he led you over to the round table where all his friends were sat. again, you carved half-moons into your palms with your nails as you added up all the chairs- there wasn’t enough. you began to let go of ethan’s hand, ready to boost yourself onto the railing, but he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze. you watched as ethan settled into the overstuffed outdoor chair, gesturing at his lap.

fuck.

you took a brief moment to admire the mess you’d gotten yourself into before you gingerly sat on ethan’s lap, trying to make yourself as small and weightless as humanly possible. that didn’t last long, though. ethan circled an arm over your hips, pulling you onto his lap firmly. you couldn’t breathe as you settled into him, crossing your legs tightly. your lower body was tucked away, hidden under the table, but still. you tucked a small portion of fabric between your thighs, ensuring nothing would slip.

you didn’t say much as ethan continued to conversate with his friends, passing the silvery, skinny device around the table.

soon, the talk turned from school and classes to typical, stuttering stoner laughing; everyone besides ethan and danny seemed to be a complete lightweight, gone after one hit of the cartridge. however, both the boys were on at least their fourth hit and still seemed relatively composed. they’d started to talk about some sort of economic study, and you’d quickly grown bored and confused. after sitting through 10 more minutes of the terminology you didn't understand, you began to wiggle around on ethan’s lap, loosening his grip on you.

at the same moment, you and ethan both shifted in just the right way, causing one of his legs to end up between both of yours just as your hips rolled forward. delicious friction flooded your system, and you bit down hard on your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. you fought with everything in you not to rock your body again, sensation overwhelming your impulse control. before you could do anything, one of ethan’s large hands found your hips, squeezing just enough to leave fingerprint-shaped marks on your skin. ethan knew what he’d done- you could hear the satisfaction threaded through his voice.

“you okay? what d’you need?”

you tried to steady your voice, painfully conscious of the people around you. while most of ethan’s friends were high enough that they wouldn’t notice, you knew that danny would pick up on any changes in your demeanor. you swallowed hard before answering him.

“i'm gonna go get another drink.” another gentle squeeze practically lit your skin on fire, and ethan held the pen up to you.

“wanna try this instead?”

you weren’t going to lie- you’d been a bit jealous of the boys, not even thinking of passing the device to you. with shaky hands, you reached to accept the cartridge, but ethan had different plans. a sinful look found its way into his slitted eyes as ethan held the pen up to your lips. “go ahead.”

you could’ve passed out from the command, the look, the way that he’d started to bounce his leg. it was as if he was trying to break you- like he wanted you to give him some sort of sign that you wanted him. you did, more than anything. desire seemed to curl its way into every inch, every cell of your body, its spurs digging into your skin.

you met ethan’s eyes deliberately as you accepted the cold metal into your mouth, inhaling deeply. you took immense pleasure in the look that crossed ethans face as you pulled away with lungs full of the hazy drug. you held your breath for as long as possible before letting the vapor drift from your lips, just as ethan and done earlier. you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes snapping off of yours and over to danny.

“i’m gonna take y/n to get a drink. watch them, will you?” he asked, gesturing to the rest of his friends. danny just nodded, mumbling a low ‘have fun’ as ethan practically lifted you off of his lap. adrenaline coursed through each and every one of your veins and ethan laced his fingers through yours, leading you inside.

ethan barely let the door shut before his hands were on your hips, pinning you to the wall of the small stairwell. his lips met yours roughly, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that had been building in your throat for the past hour. you felt ethan smirk at the soft noise before he bit at your lower lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth. again, you let out a whine full of pleasure- he just felt so good. you let your arms circle ethans neck, one of your hands knotting in his dark hair. you pulled at the roots gently as ethan’s tongue rolled against yours, your body entirely succumbing to him.

he forced himself to pull off of your body, and you let out a small whine; you’d been waiting on this. ethan smirked, his laugh coming out dark and much raspier than usual. “don’t worry doll, i'm not done with you yet. just can't have you here.”

the words went right through you, only adding to the ache between your thighs. ethan took your hand with a profound gentleness, and dropped a soft kiss on your forehead. “before this even starts, are you sure?”

you nodded eagerly, getting up on your tiptoes to recapture his lips, but ethan pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows at the tall boy, confused- until he brought a hand up to your face, holding your jaw. ethan tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i need words, baby. are you positive? i can-”

“so sure. i promise.” you nodded at him, your eyes never leaving his. “i want you.”

ethan swore under his breath and kissed you hard before leading you up the stairs. you started to feel the effects of the drug as ethan took you from kitchen to living room, up some stairs… you lost track of all the places you’d been, allowing the weed to cloud everything in a gauzy veil. you felt good; light and somehow heavy at the same time, and you enjoyed the way that everything seemed to slow down. finally, ethan opened a door and pulled you in behind him. you realised where you were- his room. it smelled like ethan, like citrus and musk and something you could only describe as boy.

you let out a small giggle as ethan reached for a remote, colored lights dousing the room in a sultry red glow. “setting the mood?”

quickly, you were shut up in the best possible way. ethan kissed your roughly, all teeth and tongue and hands everywhere as he backed you against one of his walls. you let yourself get lost in him, basking in the warmth of your hunger for him. one of ethan’s cold hands made its way under your shirt, the other holding your jaw in place as he bit into your bottom lip once again, making you whine.

“feel good?” ethan asked, breathlessly. you could hear the smirk in his voice, but you couldn’t help the way your back arched at the simple question. your nails dug into his shoulder as ethan slid his thumb under the band of your bra, and he let out a rough moan, managing to undo the clasp with one hand. ethan pulled away from you long enough to rid you of your shirt, discarding your bra on the floor as well while you practically ripped his hoodie off, desperate to feel his skin against your own. he clearly wanted the same, judging by the way he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flesh against his chest.

ethan managed to capture both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above your head. you were unfamiliar with the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation seemed to send your heart thrumming even faster. he kissed you until your lips were sore and your knees were weak before finally dropping his forehead to yours. ethan took his chance, letting his eyes roam all over you and you watched his pupils grow larger until his eyes were practically black. “jesus fuck, y/n. you’re beautiful.”

your voice came out high and breathy as you responded. “ ‘could say the same about you.” you were practically panting, your body no longer responding to your mind as your back arched. ethan let out a hard breath.

“do you know what you do to me?”

your eyes fluttered shut as ethan’s lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue exploring the delicate flesh. he quickly found your weak spot and focused his attention there; he let his teeth gently sink into your skin, making you gasp before using his soft tongue to soothe the spot. he repeated this process all over your neck, sucking on your flesh when he found a sweet spot. you knew that you’d be covered in purple-blue bruises, but you’d wear them proudly- that was ethan’s motivation for marking you up.

ethan trailed soft, wet kisses all the way down your neck to your collarbones, groaning at the way you pushed your chest toward him. he hesitated, but started kissing back up your neck, your jaw, back up to your lips. he released his grip on your wrist and you quickly cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with everything in you. you wanted the boy to feel the way you wanted him, and you knew he could as his lips seemed to slow, the kisses getting deeper and deeper. you lost yourself completely in ethan, unsure of where he started and you ended. you could feel his heartbeat against your own, the two thumping rapidly, almost erratic.

the two of you stayed pressed up against each other, your back firmly against the wall for a while, until ethan finally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “bed?”

you nodded eagerly, wanting the boy all over you. the two of you stumbled, half kissing over to the mattress, falling together. ethan quickly situated himself on top of your body, caging you in between his arms. he began kissing down your body at a torturously slow pace, tracing the dark marks he’d already left with his soft tongue, driving you insane. ethan took his time working down to your breasts, finally taking one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth. you let out an almost guttural moan at the sensation, pleasure overwhelming your senses. ethan hummed at your reaction, only intensifying the feeling. you tangled a hand in his hair, the other digging into his back, leaving long, red scratches on his pale skin.

ethan swirled his tongue around your bud, taking extreme pride in the way you let your head fall back against the mattress, moans of his name spilling from your lips. he tucked an arm under the arch of your back, pulling your body even closer to him- he didn’t want any space dividing the two of you. ethan pulled off of your puffy nipple with a soft moan, wasting no time in kissing over your chest, pulling the other into his mouth. he covered your chest in dark, deep bruises, admiring his work under the sensual glow of the red lights. “so pretty..”

you couldn’t form full sentences to respond with, just broken moans and pleads and tugs on his hair. ethan found it endearing, the way you wanted him so badly. he couldn’t help but give you what you needed.

he kisses hastily down your body leaving small lovebites here and there on your ribs, your stomach. ethan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your skirt and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin right above the fabric. “this okay?”

“yes, i- please,” you pleaded, lifting your hips to make it easier. ethan got rid of the piece of clothing, discarding it on his bedroom floor, quickly followed by your panties. he let out a throaty moan, his eyes working over you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. he admired your body until you wriggled underneath him, needing some sort of stimulation.

“what do you want, baby?”

“you,” you whined, desperation weaving through your voice. ethan pressed gentle, warm kisses on your hip bones, fighting a laugh.

“i know that. what specifically?”

“fuck, ethan. anything, just touch me. please.”

“okay, okay. and you're positive this is alright?”

“yes. i’m so sure. i swe-” your words died in the back of your throat as ethan pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, soft circles. “holy fuck.”

“already so worked up,” ethan mumbled, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. “this because of me?”

you were taken aback by the way your high seemed to multiply the pleasure by tens of thousands- ethan was barely touching you and you could feel your high approaching quickly. you couldn’t find the words to answer him as ethan shifted between your legs, giving himself a better view of your sex. “does that feel okay?”

a stream of swears left your lips as ethan quickened his pace, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “so fucking good, just like that.” the knots in your stomach continued to tighten as you balled the sheets in your fist, tugging at his hair with the other hand.

ethan pressed a kiss dangerously low on your hip, looking up at you. “can i?”

your hips bucked at the tone of his voice, and you nodded vigorously. ethan kept his eyes on yours as he ran his tongue through your folds, lapping your arousal up. he couldn’t help but groan at the taste of you, the way you pulled at his hair, putting his mouth where you wanted it before letting your head fall back onto his bed. ethan started to suck at your sensitive bud, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“i- fuck- i’m close.”

he hummed, the vibrations sending you over the edge. your eyes rolled back into your head while you tugged at his hair, your orgasm completely undoing you- the high only added to the sensation, making it that much better. your hips bucked under the skillful work of his soft tongue as ethan let you ride out your high on his face.

ethan dropped a gentle kiss on your clit before peppering your entire body with them, giggling at the way you squealed. he finally attached his lips to your neck, your jaw, back to your lips. you kissed him hard, tasting yourself off of him. finally, when your exhaustion won out you pulled away, running your hands through ethan’s fluffy hair.

“how was that?”

you propped yourself up on your elbows, pecking ethan’s lips. “so, so good,” you mewled between heavy breaths. ethan bit down on his lower lip and smiled, pride filling his system.

“god, you look good moaning my name. you're beautiful, you know,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ethan looked at you with a tenderness in his eyes, placing another kiss on your lips. “think you can go again?”

ethan started trailing down your body again, not waiting for an answer. he was laser focused on pleasuring you, making you whine and whimper for him- only for him. before he could get far, though, you were grabbing at his arm and shaking your head. he flushed, peeling away from you while starting to profusely apologize, but you pressed a finger to his lips.

“want you. inside of me,” you explained between pants, still exhausted from the first round of stimulation. ethan threw his head back, swearing.

“jesus christ, y/n. need me that bad, baby?”

his choice of words drowned you in desire, and you were all his. “yes. please, ethan?”

he wanted to fuck you until all you could do was moan his name just like that, over and over again. before you could process what was happening ethan had his hands all over you, roaming your body as he practically drooled at the sight before him: your already fucked out body, the sweet look painting your face, begging for him. ethan could barely control himself, his words coming out as rough murmurs.

“protection? i mean, i have it.”

you bit at your lip, hard. you were on birth control, and you wanted him- all of him.

shaking your head, you explained. “birth control. we’ll be fine, if you’re comfortable.”

you jumped as ethan moved a finger to your entrance, dipping into your sex. he groaned at the way you clenched around the appendage, his cock jumping in his boxers. “want my cum inside you?”

“yes- fuck, ethan, please,” you begged, reduced to nothing. all you wanted; all you needed was him inside you, ruining your body until you couldn’t take anymore pleasure.

“so tight,” he mumbled, lining another finger up. you bucked your hips, the sensitivity almost too much as he stretched you out, watching the way your face contorted under his influence. ethan placed a large hand low on your abdomen, applying light pressure. “if you can’t take this, you won’t be able to take me.”

you nodded, pace almost desperate for him to continue. “feels good baby. so good.”

you took note of the pleased expression that stretched over ethan’s face as you praised the boy- you were just telling the truth, but clearly he liked to hear what a good job he was doing. ethan brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves and you grabbed at his wrist, nails digging into skin.

“gonna make me cum again,” you warned, but ethan only smiled at you, nodding almost condescendingly.

“wanna finish on my fingers, pretty girl?”

you wanted to say no, wait to come undone around him, but his movements felt too good. you dug your nails into his arm even harder, your other hand clawing into ethan’s soft sheets as the knots in your stomach came undone, your walls contracting around his fingers tight enough to make him moan.

ethan let his pace slow, extending your orgasm as you practically rode his hand, crying out in absolute euphoria as he increased pressure on your clit. unable to form words, you released your grasp on the boy’s arm, bringing your hand up to his face instead. you pulled ethan’s lips down to meet yours, whining at the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against your center.

ethan couldn’t take it anymore, quickly ridding himself of the soft sweatpants. you watched as his manhood sprung up, hitting his abdomen; the sight in and of itself enough to make you let out another bliss-filled noise. ethan let his eyes fall to yours as he stroked himself, shuddering at the heavenly friction. again, his voice came out low as he lined himself up with you.

“sure?”

far beyond words, you nodded and laced your fingers through his.

ethan returned your grasp with a sweet squeeze, gliding the tip of his cock through your folds- coating himself in your arousal. the two of you moaned in sync; a sweet, satisfied sort of harmony. finally, ethan pushed into you slowly, gasping at the feeling. you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back into your head, the feeling of him inside you almost too much.

“you okay?”

“so good,” you breathed, trying not to yelp at the feeling spreading through your lower body. ethan was well endowed- the biggest you’d ever taken- and it was an addictive sort of pain. he moved slowly, stopping a few times; allowing you to adjust around his length. when he’d bottomed out, ethan let his head fall back, groans escaping his throat.

“so fucking tiny,” he gasped, a groan cutting his statement off. “feel so good around me, gorgeous.”

you nodded at him, trying your best to meet ethan’s eyes as you praised the boy. “so fucking big- you feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking. “want you so bad.”

a breathless laugh escaped ethan’s lungs as he maneuvered a hand behind one of your thighs, lifting your leg to hook over his shoulder. he pushed even deeper into you and black spots began to crowd the sides of your vision, the pleasure overwhelming. slowly, ethan started to pull out of you, eliciting filthy words and moans from you before he slid his length back in.

“fucking hell, y/n. so tight,” he said, voice tipping up into a whimper at the end. he quickened his pace, the noise of sleeping skin filling the room. you could barely contain yourself, no longer fighting the stream of murmurs and swears leaving your lips as ethan continued to pump in and out of you. your next orgasm was already building, the coils tightening rapidly in your lower belly.

ethan let his hand wander down to your sensitive bud, almost coming undone at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut. you traced up his forearm, scraping at his sweet skin before knotting your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots.

“eyes open, baby. look at me.”

you could’ve cum then and there, the instructions only turning you on further. you forced your eyes open, meeting his as ethan sped up again. an almost animalistic noise left your throat as ethan thrusted into you roughly- you weren’t going to be able to hang on much longer. ethan felt the way your walls were clenching around him, fluttering and tightening as he increased his speed on your clit.

“close?” he asked, unable to say much more than that. your grip around him was euphoric- he was closer than he’d like to be. it hadn’t been more than 20 minutes, but with the way you were pulling at his head, almost crying in completely bliss, ethan wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum then fuck it into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating the sweet flesh.

you nodded, humming a small “mhm,” as you looked at him with wide eyes. ethan paused for a moment, shifting your leg up even higher onto his shoulder before plunging back into you. you felt the head of his cock hit a new, even more delicious spot and you became almost delirious. looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, you felt a tear crawl down your cheek.

“gonna cum, ethan-”

“fuck- me too. let go, baby.”

your entire body seemed to shake and shudder under the force of your orgasm- it hit you like a fucking train. you felt ethan’s thrusts get sloppier as he buried himself inside you, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. he whimpered as he shot his cum deep into your pussy, the sensation all consuming. the two of you stayed like that for a while- riding out your highs with each other, rough moans turned to honey-sweet mewls.

as your heart rate started to come down, you peppered the boy's face with soft, careless kisses: ones that he gladly returned. ethan finally found your lips, pressing tender, long kisses to the swollen skin.

“you’re a fucking god,” you murmured, stressing the word as ethan’s face flushed even hotter than it already had been.

“that,” he huffed, breathing still hard and uneven, “would be you.”

you giggled at the statement, your voice hitching as ethan slowly pulled out of you. you could feel a mixture of him and you spill out, the substance flowing over your things as ethan kissed down your body, taking in the sight between your legs.

“so pretty, baby,” he whispered, sinking a long finger into your pussy. your whole body spasmed at the feeling, completely overstimulated. ethan pulled out of you softly, watching the way his cum seemed to spill out of you endlessly. he placed small, delicate kisses to the marks he’d left covering your thighs, admiring his work. “can i keep you here for the night?” he asked, eyes turning affectionate.

you nodded at the boy as he came back up to meet your lips, then your forehead. as you settled onto his chest, drawing lazy patterns on his skin, ethan's voice seemed to return to normal.

“such a good girl.”

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Home Is Such a Lonely Place

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When Loki is handpicked to be part of the Avengers new space force, it causes some problems in your relationship. Will distance make the heart grow fonder or is it too much to bear? Warnings: none I believe :) A/N: Based on the song Home Is Such a Lonely Place by Blink-182. This has been sitting in my drafts since February so here it is. Hope you enjoy :)

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Loki was perfect. No, you weren’t exaggerating; he really was everything you’d ever wanted. It was the circumstances that were the problem. Because you were born a mortal and he a god, so you were relegated to Earth while he spent increasingly more time in space.

The Avengers and SHIELD had both reached the same decision that Earth needed to be protected from extraterrestrial threats. So, who better to send out to space than those with the most experience out there? A team had been assembled, and Loki was put on it, traveling with them for a good many months now. You could still remember when he’d first told you.

“Darling?” he called out, coming home from work that fateful day.

“In here,” you called from the kitchen.

He walked into the messy room, hugging you from behind. Loki rested his head on your shoulder after placing a quick kiss to your cheek, breathing in your scent. You sighed as you relaxed against him, but there was an odd, nervous sort of tension in his body. Frowning as you tried to figure out why, you got an idea.

“Here, try this, love,” you suggested, holding a steaming spoon of pasta sauce to his lips.

After blowing on it a bit, he’d taken the spoon in his mouth, swallowing the sauce. He’d smiled at you, cupping your cheek. “Delicious, my sweet darling.”

“But...?” you’d prompted.

“It could use just a dash more oregano,” he conceded, pinching a small amount of the herb between his fingers and tossing it in, stirring the pot. Mimicking your actions from just moments ago, he held out a spoonful for you to try. “Well?”

“It’s perfect, Loki,” you beamed, pulling him closer. “So perfect, in fact, that I think you need a taste too.”

“Oh, is that so?” he chuckled.

“Mhm,” you hummed before kissing him, the taste of the sauce still on your mouth.

“You were right,” he purred, pulling back a little bit. “Absolutely perfect.”

Troubles momentarily forgotten, the raven haired god set the table for two as you finished cooking dinner. The two of you sat, chatting and eating and holding hands. Everything was going so well, and then you asked a question that made his smile falter.

“So how was your day?” you’d inquired.

“About that,” he said, setting down his utensil. “We need to talk.”

“Uh oh,” you responded. You felt a little nervous as you put down your fork too. “That doesn’t sound good. Is everything ok?”

“Yes... and no,” he sighed. “SHIELD is putting together a team to take care of threats from other planets. A team that they have told me I am to be on.”

“Oh,” you replied, trying to keep your face neutral. You didn’t want to be upset if it was something he was actually excited for. “And it’s required you go?”

“Not exactly. If I plead my case, I’m certain I can stay. Believe me, I do not want to leave you. I will stay, if you wish me to.”

“Well, how long would you be gone for?”

“I am uncertain. It could be three months, or it might be ten.” He bit his lip. “But, darling, tell me to stay and without hesitation, I shall.”

It felt like the floor was falling out from under you. Of course you wanted him to stay, but would that really be fair? Could you let yourself be the one to hold him back? If there was one thing you knew, you loved each other. As long as you didn’t forget or doubt that, you could weather anything.

“No, Loki, it’s a great opportunity,” you said. “You should go. I’ll be waiting here when you get back.”

“Oh, darling,” he whispered, sliding out of his chair. Kneeling before you, Loki rested his head in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his silky black hair. “I swear these next three weeks shall be the best of your life. I will dedicate all my time to you before I leave.”

“My love, I would like nothing more, but I don’t want to monopolize all your time,” you hesitantly said. Though you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could before he left, you didn’t want him to feel obligated to. “If you really don’t mind, though, please do.”

Of course, he was more than happy to and spent just as much time with you as he had promised. But now he’d been gone for six months, and you missed him terribly. You laid on the roof, petting the cat Loki had bought you before he left. So you never got lonely, he said. It had shiny black fur and beautiful green eyes. As soon as Loki gifted your new friend to you, you’d named him Loki Jr., earning you a playful eye roll from the trickster god.

Remembering that night brought a brief smile to your face. Now, you looked up at the moon, Loki Jr. purring as you pet his soft fur. You wondered where your lover was out there in that great expanse of space. Was he looking at it like an empty void? Or was he appreciating the stars and the wonders that were held out there? Maybe he was just indifferent to it, you thought. After all, he’d grown up on Asgard, so perhaps he was used to it.

Going back to your room that evening, your bed felt empty. Your home just felt so lonely without Loki. The real Loki, anyway. As much as you loved Loki Jr., it just wasn’t the same thing. Was your love thinking the same thing, you wondered? You hoped so, but didn’t want to think about it too much, lest your brain make you believe he didn’t miss you.

Sighing, you buried your nose into Loki Jr.’s fur. You had no one to blame except yourself, really. Loki had asked you repeatedly if you wanted him to stay, but you always said no. Told him he had to live his life to the fullest. That he couldn’t wait for you to give him the ok. You’d still be here when you got back, and you had your job at the Tower to keep you occupied. Of course, every mission you observed from there reminded you of Loki. How you’d met and all the shy glances you’d shared. You couldn’t help yourself from wondering how he was doing. He’d be alright, you were sure. But until he got back, it seemed there was nothing you could do to ease your worrying.

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Space was beautiful, there was no denying that. But it was kind of cold and empty too. Especially since the trickster god had to be without you, his beloved. Now that’s not to say he wasn’t having fun or wasn’t enjoying the time he got to spend with his brother. He just still really missed you and your company.

Loki ran his fingers over the picture he had of you. Not too much longer until he could brush his fingers over the soft skin of your beautiful face. Oh, how eight months could feel like a million years, Loki didn’t know. Well, in a way he did; any time spent away from the one you loved with your whole heart as he did you was bound to be tedious and feel drawn out. He’d be arriving back home tomorrow. Or, rather, today, he realized with a thrill as he checked the clock, reading midnight.

It was a bit of a struggle, but soon he was able to fall asleep. When he woke up, there was a mere hour left before reentry into Midgard’s atmosphere. Even with as empty space was, it somehow felt even lonelier with you. And now he’d be back with you in your shared apartment. He couldn’t wait until that night when you got to lay together just holding each other, basking in the other’s presence.

“Well, brother, are you ready to head back?” Thor asked, clapping Loki on the back.

“You have no idea just how eager I am, brother,” Loki replies. “It has been too long away from my beloved.”

“And certainly, they are missing you, too,” the God of Thunder assured.

“I can only hope. But what if they have moved on? We have not even been able to talk to each other in over a month. What if... What if they do not love me anymore?” Loki let himself be vulnerable, utilizing the relationship he and his brother had cultivated on this journey. “They did, after all, encourage me to go. Quite a bit.”

“Yes, but you know they just did not want to hold you back. Cheer up, Loki. Everything will be just fine.”

By the time they landed, Loki had mainly eased his worries, though he did feel a twinge of panic in his heart when he didn’t immediately see you while walking off the ramp. Luckily, you were there, he’d just missed you in the crowd.

Immediately, you ran to him, giving him the biggest hug you could. He reciprocated, beyond happy to feel your frame pressed against his. Tension relieved from both your bodies as you held each other.

“Hello, sweet darling,” he smiled.

“Hello, my love.”

Kissing the top of your head, Loki led you, following the gathered group as they walked further into the Tower while laughing and chatting with their recently arrived teammates. Loki kept an arm around your shoulder, and you one around his waist, the need to keep each other close quite obvious.

You and your boyfriend had to separate for a little while as Loki went to a debriefing. Soon he was back out, and the two of you joined the Avengers for a little welcome party of sorts. It was really just a get-together for the team to catch up. Even though it was a ton of fun, you were more than happy when you and Loki were in your car, driving back to your apartment.

“Welcome home,” you grinned, opening the door. Loki Jr. immediately came and rubbed himself against your legs. Loki smiled as you bent down to pet the cat, glad to know his plan had worked, at least in some degree. “Did you miss it?”

He cupped your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. “You have no idea, darling.”

Unable to wait any longer, Loki leaned in and kissed you. You responded immediately, brining him closer to you. He lifted you up and put your body between his and the wall. You giggled when the two of you finally broke for air, and Loki planted a million little kisses along your neck.

“I missed you, too,” you panted, still breathless.

“Next time,” he said between kisses, “I am telling them I am staying here.”

“Wait.” You brushed a few of his raven locks behind his ear, cocking your head at him. “Next time?”

Loki sighed. He knew he shouldn’t have brought this up so soon. The last thing he wanted was to make you upset on the day he came back home. All the trickster god wanted was to be with you, but of course he had to mention it. You had an adorable inquisitiveness in your eyes as you continued to play with his hair, twirling some of it between your fingers. He wondered if there was still a chance to save the day after his blunder.

“Yes. Fury wants to ship the team back out in a few months. After so long away from you, my darling, the thought sounds torturous. I will stay here. With you,” he explained, setting you back onto the ground.

“But that’s not fair to you,” you protested. “I shouldn’t be the only thing tethering you here. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“No, darling. I want to stay with you, I swear,” he vowed. You frowned, and he felt his heart drop a little. You said you missed him, and yet you were telling him to go again. “Look, sweet darling, it is late already. Let us just enjoy this night together. There is plenty of time to decide.”

“Ok,” you agreed, burying your face against his chest as you hugged again. You really didn’t want him to go, but a human like you shouldn’t tie down a god like him, you thought.

You led him to the bedroom you’d so missed sharing with him. After getting ready for the evening, you both laid in bed, talking of lighter topics. Neither of you could keep your hands off the other, and constantly maintained some kind of contact. Loki hadn’t even realized how late it’d gotten until your sentences began to be punctuated by yawns. Though you would have rather continued the conversation, you acquiesced when he suggested getting some sleep.

“You know,” you said, cuddling up to him, already half asleep. “If you do want to go on the next mission, I won’t be mad, my love.”

“I know. But I want to be with you. Yet you keep telling me to go and...” he trailed off, absentmindedly rubbing your back. “We will talk another time. Just sleep for now, my sweet darling.”

“Alright,” you hummed against him. “Goodnight. I love you. I promise, I’ll never stop loving you.”

“And I promise the same. I love you too.”

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There was only a month left before Loki would leave again. If he left again. You were both still debating, though you had eased up a bit after he voiced his concerns.

“Really, you should go. I- What’s wrong?” you’d asked during one such argument when he frowned.

“You say you love me, but you try to send me away,” he replied, a few tears gathering in his eyes, threatening to spill. “Why?”

“Oh, Loki, I really do love you. I swear on my life.”

“I believe you,” he assured while you kissed his forehead, though with an unmistakable hint of doubt behind the words.

“It’s just you’re a god. And I’m a mortal. I don’t want to hold you back. Hold you here. I don’t really want you to leave either; home is lonely without you. So if you really want to be on Midgard, of course I’ll support that too. I just can’t imagine you wouldn’t rather be free to roam.”

“In all honesty, my darling,” Loki began, “I do quite enjoy space travel. The settling down is nice too, of course, but there is something about being out there that’s freeing. So no, it is not that I want to be on Midgard, but that I want to be with you. I need to be with you. I love you so, so much, and I cannot bear to go without you for so long again.”

“Well, that’s it then. I need you too because I love you too. And you don’t want to go without me, but what about with me? We’ve been so caught up in our argument, we didn’t even consider another option.”

“Bring you with me?”

You nodded nervously. Maybe he was going to tell you it was too dangerous. Maybe he was just being nice saying he wanted to stay with you. But no, he wouldn’t have been this stubborn if that was the case. Just as you were going to try to recant your suggestion, Loki surged forward and kissed you.

“Darling, you’re a genius!” he exclaimed, pulling away. “I cannot believe we did not think of it sooner. You can work on the ship to monitor the missions, just like you do here. And we will be together. It is perfect!”

“Is it ok if we bring Loki Jr. too?” you asked as the cat plopped himself in your lap.

“For you, my sweet darling? For you I would do anything, so of course it is,” he chuckled as he cupped your cheek and kissed you again.

When you broke apart again, you felt happier than you had in a long time, knowing you wouldn’t have to part again. After all, he was your home, and you were his. So as long as you were together, home could never be a lonely place.

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