#enoi smut

[feelingsobloom]

I recognize and acknowledge that the RAYS fandom is dust BUT is there anyone out there. Any singular person who wants a dom!Yeongtae college fic with a sub!reader which would include light degradation, safe words, pet names: baby, love, pet; derogoratory names: slut, my little you, fucksleeve…; impact play, definitely some dacryphilia like it’ll be sweet too but overall just really really dirty

For context: the man in question

[ox-imagines]

Omega X MTL: Volume in Bed

Hi hello good evening! This is my first time writing something smut-adjacent so bear with me, sorry if this isn't as,, intensive as you were hoping it would be lol but uh, enjoy!

Warnings: mild descriptions of sex noises

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction!! These are my own thoughts, feel free to disagree

Minors DNI!!

Loudest

Junghoon Hwichan Sebin Hangyeom Jaehan Xen Jehyun Yechan Hyuk Kevin Taedong

Quietest

Junghoon

If he thinks something feels good, you and anyone who comes near your room will know. He also tends to talk during, whether it be dirty talk & teasing, or trying to have a conversation with you while in the act.

Hwichan

Sweet, pretty moans and whines the whole time except for when he's praising you. He also has a tendency to giggle occasionally.

Sebin

Mr. Talkative pt. 2, he praises and compliments you at least as much as he moans. Has no awareness of his volume.

Hangyeom

He was a bit quiet at the start of your relationship but you encouraged him to be more vocal, telling him how much you loved it and that it lets you know he feels good too. Now he makes as much noise as he feels like.

Jaehan

Was and sometimes still is a bit self-conscious about being very loud, but oftentimes can't help it now that he's completely comfortable with you, and with himself.

Xen

Soft, breathy moans; not always loud but he can get loud. He prefers whispering dirty things in your ear.

Jehyun

He moans a lot but he's quieter. He loves to press him face into your neck and kiss you while still moaning.

Yechan

He tries to talk to you during sex but often cuts himself off by moaning. Another one that's not fully aware of how loud he can be, but doesn't moan as frequently.

Hyuk

He rarely moans outright, mostly making low, quiet noises. He prefers to listen to you moan than to hear himself.

Kevin

He can be shy about making much noise, but when he does he tends to whine more than moan. When he does moan, he usually does so with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Sweet quiet boy is usually pretty quiet in bed too. Sometimes he can be a bit shy about making much noise, but oftentimes it's just that he's more of the "quiet enjoyer" type, relishing the time together and the feeling and your noises more than he's concerned about vocalizing himself.

[emeraldbabygirl]

[pastafossa]

The problem with having a big fic is it becomes easy to find.

Aka: two of my older (one in her 60s or 70s) non-fandom friends heard me talking about TRT to a fandom friend.

They found it.

They. Found. It.

They said they're really enoying it so far. They've been sucked in. Both are around chapter five. One is apparently powering through it.

Which is great but the absolute bin of sin chapters start in about 50 chapters and I'm sweating like a nun running a marathon.

One reads romance novels. She'll be fine with, uh, *skims long list of smut tags* oral sex and drowning, right?

Right???

The other though...

An unknown.

And I see her like every week.

So I'll find out eventually.

Maybe she'll get bored?

[girlscoutbrownies]

hey guys! would like to say this now.

if you support, enjoy, left kudos on, read through and enjoyed, or left a supportive comment on the Teen Pregnancy Ashlyn fic on ao3

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GET AWAY FROM ME. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME. /SRS.

I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU ALL THAT THE SBG GANG ARE KIDS. THEY ARE CHILDREN. THEY ARE FRESHMEN IN HIGHSCHOOL. THEY ARE FOURTEEN TO FIFTEEN YEARS OLD.

DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU LIKE OR ENOY THIS STUFF.

[bemyawakening]

Hello! Could you please write about John Price x reader during their honeymoon? The two of them basically enoying each other, going to places together and also playing fight in bed😭 It would be so funny and cute to see the reader just trying to beat him.

Where do you think they would spend their honeymoon?

JOHN PRICE X GN!READER HONEYMOON HEAD-CANONS

thank you so much for the request—seriously, Price deserves to have so much more recognition. That man is absolutely gorgeous and you just know he’d kiss the ground you walk on—

this is my first headcanon I have ever written, so if this is horrible—forgive me!

warnings: brief mentions of smut (nothing detailed, very brief), curse-words, pet names

You just know Price was waiting for a reason to retire. It wasn’t easy being a soldier, it wasn’t easy to go on with the job of killing people. It was eating him up from the inside and then—you showed up.

It was a scene from a movie, really, and he felt nervous as if he was a teenager again, watching his crush pass the hallway. But no—you were the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on.

Now, he wasn’t proud with his pick-up line. In his defense, he didn’t know any, so he had to come up with something to catch your attention. Perhaps, leaning on an outdoor umbrella and falling down while watching you wasn’t what he wanted, but it caught your attention.

After you got married, even in your wedding vows, you made sure to remind him of the way he fell and his words after: “I thought I’d never see angels, but seeing you made me lose my coordination.”

Coordination—Price, my beloved, please—

Give him a break—that man wasn’t a poet and certainly your beauty didn’t help him.

But you loved that quality about him—loved that he always tried to catch your attention with some pick-up lines he has overheard. They were silly and cringy, but you knew them all by heart.

“Do you like raisins? How do you feel about a date?” “John—“

You gave him peace. There was something about your touch that always made him lean in closer. He was a lucky bastard and he knew that, knowing that a man like him didn’t deserve you, but he wasn’t a moping teen to not pull himself into a man you needed.

He proposed accidentally. Really—you were walking out of the shower and something about the way the sun reflected on your hair made that man forget about his plans to take you out to the restaurant, under the stars and get on one knee before asking.

Something about the wet drops on your exposed shoulders and collarbone made him forget that he has planned that date so carefully in order not to ruin everything—he was horrible at keeping something from you. You saw right through him.

You remember him coming closer, pupils dilated as he grasped into the towel, keeping it on your body. Your cheeks flustered—no matter how many times he had seen you naked, explored your body, worshipped it - you always felt slightly nervous seeing that look on him.

The look of pure love.

“Would you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

Of course, you said yes. And he made sure to show you that you won’t regret this choice in the bedroom—

Both of you agreed you’d go somewhere quiet for the Honeymoon. Even if both of you were quite the explorers, something about the idea of you being his by the law was just igniting something wicked.

The wedding night was a whole-ass night. That man has some stamina and he was about to go the whole morning as well, but he had to let you sleep—

The destination of your Honeymoon was the Maldives or anywhere not too crowded. It felt as if it was safe—as it was a habit for him to be aware of the surroundings before letting himself focus on you. The thought of something happening to you was unbearable.

Waking up beside you, turned to the side where the ocean was just a few meters away from your bed, he knew he was in heaven.

His hand was always wrapped around you when you two slept. Your back pressed against his chest, an easy access for him to pepper your shoulders with small kisses, feeling the shivers on your skin.

If he could get drunk on your skin, trust me, he would.

Sneaking his hand tighter around your waist, he pulled you closer and you had to give him a sound of disapproval. “No,” you whispered, still barely awake. You knew that whenever he pulled you closer, it will resolve to three more hours in bed and you two made plans to go snorkelling. “Yes,” he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing from the back of your neck to your spine, pressing warm kisses. “Snorkelling,” you reminded, intertwining your fingers with his that were on your waist. “It can wait,” his voice was husky and it always seemed like he used it against you—how could you say no when he sounded so hot?

“We already declined it yesterday,” you pointed out, already out of your sleepy-state and slipping into the shivers he was forcing upon you. “We can go tomorrow,” he promised.

Yeah right—ever since you two got married that man could not keep his hands away from you. You weren’t whining about this—God no! But snorkelling was something you both wanted to do.

That’s why, you quickly turned around, pushing your leg over him, making him lay on his back as your straddled him. Taking his hands in yours, you pressed them against his chest, meeting his cheeky smile.

“What a fuckin’ beautiful view.”

That man was head over heels for you and seeing you on top of him? No coherent thought was entering his mind. All he could think about was you, you, you, you…

“Snorkelling,” you gave him a rough stare, trying to be serious, but how could you, when he was looking at you with those lustful eyes, already thinking the way he will flip you over and fuck you into oblivion.

“One more hour.” He softly asked, feeling the way the grip on his arms was loose and he could easily move his hands away and pull you closer. But you looked so pretty on him—that determined look on your face to win.

“Who’s on top? Me or you?” You cocked your eyebrow and it was enough for that man. He quickly, without a lot of effort, pulled his hands away from yours, sitting up and grasping your thighs, meeting your flustered look.

“Little minx,” he mumbled, looking at you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “As much as I enjoying seein’ you on top— I think you forgot that I’m too determined to make you stay in the bed.”

After this words, you were locked beneath him quicker than you managed to react that you weren’t on top of him. You’d be lying if you said that him carrying you and throwing you around as if you weighed nothing wasn’t making you feel a little bit too good.

The grin on his face seeing your flustered face. But he didn’t take into consideration that you were also quite determined to win this.

It took good ten minutes for the both of you stop fighting over who will be on top. Your tactic in kissing him and catching him off guard was working and you’d get on the top, but he was stronger.

After those ten minutes, both breathless and grinning like idiots, you were on top of him. “Don’t you fucking dare, Captain.” You immediately announced once you felt his hands slightly twitch underneath you.

Oh, and did you know that you, calling him Captain, was the easiest way to get him to stop functioning? The way you displayed authority was making him weak and his whole body was burning with pure desire for you. He was going to wreck you.

You knew that look on his face. You felt the way your heart started to beat faster. You knew what calling him Captain did and what was waiting for you. With a cheeky smile, you were off his lap like a lightning already, making your way out of the bedroom.

He didn’t rush. He was going to get you anyways. And when you thought he was in bed and not following you, a pair of deliciously muscular arms grabbed you from nowhere and now you were on his shoulder, getting back to the bedroom.

How would you snorkel if you will be barely able to walk?

You did make it to snorkelling—the day after tomorrow.

Apart from that, he always was beside you— a habit from the Special Forces. He needed to know you were safe and there was nothing to keep him away from you.

A wish for gelato? He’s in!

Tanning? You’ll be the one nagging him about the importance of wearing sunscreen and the damage of the sun for his skin.

Going out? You’re going to be spoiled.

Getting back to the house? He’s not letting you pass one doorstep. Ever since you two got married - he carries you everywhere.

Doing your makeup? He’ll annoy you with his questions until you will let him do it for you, only to reveal that he sucked at doing it. Except from eyeshadow

Choosing what to wear? His answer would always be the same - nothing.

Going out for a hike? He’d carry you as a backpack once your feet would start to hurt. You don’t even have to ask—he knows.

Price is a man with a huge heart that has only you inside of it. He’d spoil you and make sure your smile never leaves your face. You are his saviour and he only wants to be yours.

[wanderbreadsworld]

Not Tired

Kenny Omega x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, oral (male receiving), gagging on cock, daddy kink (mentioned once), mention of inviting people to use reader

@dirtywrestling I hope you enjoy this fic. I had a lot of fun writing it. It's been a while, so I hope it's okay lol. Enoy!!!

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The show tonight was huge. It took multiple parts from all of the wrestlers to pull off, leaving every one of them more exhausted than they've ever been before. Including Kenny.

It took a lot to make Kenny tired. The fact that he was nearly falling asleep on his feet as he gathered his gear to head back to the hotel was odd. But despite his tiredness, he let me go on and on about my favorite spots, when the crowd popped the loudest, and my favorite part of the night (which was seeing Kenny in the ring, it was always my favorite).

The way to the hotel was mostly silent, save for the radio. I tried to let Kenny snooze in the car as much as he could before he had to get back up. His eyes closed so quick, it was almost worrying. Kenny even started to do his little snores he does when he's really tired and his body is doing what it can while he's in such a deep sleep.

Upon arriving to the hotel, Kenny grumbled about staying in the car for the night, only relenting when I promised a hot bath and his favorite dessert when he got out. So with him in tow, we found our room. Kenny forgot completely about the bath or dessert when he flopped onto the bed, shoes and clothes still on.

"Kenny, come on. You need to get clean. Besides, I'm not tired." I pouted, only for him to grumble and push himself back up onto his feet.

Tired Kenny wasn't someone to mess with, but I didn't care. I felt bad keeping him awake, but he needed to stay awake to get cleaned up anyway. There was no way I was going to let him sleep in his dried sweat.

"Fine, fine. But you're taking my clothes off for me." Kenny pointed a finger playfully in my chest. All I could do was smile and smack his butt as he walked past, earning a small jump from him.

"That's my favorite part baby." I replied, following him to the quite large bathroom for a hotel.

I started the tub, making sure there were towels ready when he got out. While the water ran, I turned back to Kenny, who was just watching me set up the bath for him, a small, tired smile on his face.

Without any words, I began to undress him, taking my time and being careful of any sore muscles. Kenny was happy to help where he could, wincing as he lifted his arms above his head to remove his shirt. But for his pants, he let me take over completely.

Smirking down at me, Kenny let me unbutton his pants and work them down his muscular legs. As I undressed him, a devilish thought popped into my head. Slowly, I followed his pants down until I rested on my knees in front of him.

"Oh princess. Right now? I'm pretty tired." A quick fondling of his growing erection changed his protest into a quiet groan of pleasure. His blue eyes rolling back into his head before looking back down at me. I was still encouraging his erection beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, my mouth watering in anticipation.

"Let me take care of you, baby. You did so well tonight." I kissed down his abs to the waistband of his boxers, freeing his half-hard cock from their confines.

Above me, Kenny watched with a lazy grin gracing his handsome face. One hand tangling in my hair to encourage my licks up and down his hardening shaft, while the other kept him standing as he leaned against the bathroom counter. The sound of his groans of pleasure and the tub filling with warm water filling the bathroom.

I took his tip into my mouth, working my saliva down his shaft so I could take more of him into my mouth greedily. Closing my eyes, I let myself relax as I fell into one of my favorite things to do, which is force myself to take my boyfriend's amazing dick down my throat as far as he'd go.

And every time we were here, Kenny loved watching me struggle and choke around his shaft. Quiet words of encouragement falling from his pretty lips as I pushed myself as far as I could go until tears pricked my eyes from gagging. The back of my throat spasming and constricting around the tip of his cock as I fought my body's reaction to stop.

"You look so pretty like this baby. My cock down your throat, tears in your eyes. But you know exactly what I enjoy more." A strong hand threaded through my hair, yanking just enough to pull me off of him. Kenny pulled me up, looking down at me with a hunger and lust I haven't seen in a while since he's been so busy with shows.

"I'm going to get cleaned up, and when I come out I want to see you on the bed, naked, and with those pretty little legs spread wide open for me, you got that?" I nodded as best as I could with his fist still in my hair. "Good." But as I was about to be let go, he pulled me back, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "And baby? You know the rules. No touching until I get back." Then he let me go.

I stumbled out of the bathroom, the door closing gently behind me, Kenny being careful not to slam it. My legs wobbled slightly in anticipation as I made my way to the bed.

Shedding my clothing, I propped myself up on the pillows of the fluffy bed, spreading my legs in wait for my boyfriend to come back.

Kenny slipped into the tub, moaning as the warm water relaxed his tired muscles. It took everything not to fall asleep in the warm water.

Instead, Kenny quickly got clean, making sure he was free of the sweat and grime that clung to his skin from the ring. But when he saw it had only been a few minutes, he relaxed, deciding that I could wait.

'A good start to her punishment' he thought to himself, his hand drifting down to his cock that was hardening once more since I left the bathroom.

Slowly, he circled the tip of his cock, his mouth falling open as he rested his head against the cold wall of the shower, reveling in the pleasure. But the thought of me waiting, ready and willing for him on the bed, made him pull himself out of the tub, and hastily dry himself off before stepping out of the steamy room to the rest of our suite.

Moaning at the feeling of his fingers being there, but not quite enough, I tried to buck my hips into his hand. Only earning a light smack to my outer thigh in response, making me yelp and jump.

I gasped when I heard the door of the bathroom open. My mouth watered when I saw Kenny emerge completely naked, cock half-hard (although it twitched and grew when he saw me waiting on the bed exactly how he wanted me).

Without a single word, Kenny crawled between my legs, thick, warm fingers teasing apart my pussy lips. Playing with them.

"Since you have so much energy baby." Kenny crawled up my body, hovering above me as his dick leaked precum onto my stomach. Before I could move to grind up against him, his strong hands gripped my waist as he flipped us over so that I was on top of him. My legs straddling his waist.

"You can do most of the work tonight." Kenny smirked as I whined, knowing I wanted him to fuck me. But still needing to feel him inside of me, I ground my hips down onto his cock.

Leaning down, I pulled him into a kiss, tasting his sweet, soft lips that he miraculously kept in amazing condition. Together we moaned into the kiss as his hands found their way to my waist, encouraging my movements and even pulling me down against him harder.

Rid of all the sweat he worked up in the ring, his natural scent and fresh spritz of cologne drove me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head as they closed in pleasure, throwing my head back as well.

When I look back down at Kenny, his own eyes were staring back at me, that piercing blue sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

Beneath me, I felt he was ready and quickly and eagerly took him into my hand, lining him up with my entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. Both of us moaning as he filled me, and my walls hugged his hard shaft.

Our hips pushed together until I had taken nearly all of him, only an inch left at the base. Because of Kenny's size, we've always had to take our time to work me up to taking him fully. I intended to do that myself, only to be interrupted by Kenny giving a sharp thrust upwards before speaking again.

"You wanted my cock so badly before baby, and now you can't take it? Don't worry. Daddy will help you take it." His hands held me in place as Kenny pulled back and thrust into me quickly, settling fully inside me after a few quick and powerful thrusts to work me open.

I cried at the mix of pain and pleasure, at being so suddenly overstuffed.

Without any more words, I found my own pace, lifting my hips before pushing them back down to meet his, grinding to emphasize how he felt inside of me.

And it wasn't long before my moans grew loud enough for Kenny to comment on.

But it was too much. My pace grew sloppy, and I had to stop to rest a few times, only making Kenny's teasing worse.

"Shshshsh. You have to be quiet baby. Unless you want to wake up the whole floor. Maybe I should invite the guys in to help tire you out. Is that what I need to do? You don't seem tired enough." His words made me clench around him, making him his and hold me down to pause my movements.

His proposition to invite his buddies in to fuck me until I fall asleep made me whine, turning me on to no end. When his grip loosened, I picked up my pace. My thighs beginning to burn from the quick pace and fatigue of riding him, but I wanted more. Wanted to keep going.

"What baby? Awww, are you getting tired? You poor thing. Maybe I do need to bring them in to finish the job. Would you like that?" I shook my head aggressively, taking to grinding on his cock instead. Tears of frustration came to my eyes as I collapsed onto his chest, pathetically trying to keep my hips moving as I lay there, catching my breath to speak.

"I only want you. Please Kenny, I'm sorry. I'm so close, need more of you." I whined, turning into a moan when both of his warm, large hands kneaded my ass, pulling me closer to him in the process.

Carefully, Kenny sat up with me atop him. Before carefully rolling us over so he was on top again.

The change nearly made me release a cry of relief as his hips rolled into mine. My arms wrapping around his chest and waist to dig my nails gently into his back to keep him in place. The knot in my stomach reforming as he continued to thrust into me. My own hips being stopped and held down by his strong hands that I loved so much. It wouldn't take much more to push me over the edge now, and Kenny knew that. Loved how much control and knowledge he had of my body.

Only taking a few more careful thrusts, Kenny's own orgasm washed over him, his tired body shaking with the effort of tonight before collapsing on top of me. His hips still lazily, but deeply, thrusting into me as he came inside of me.

"I've got you baby." He moved a hand between us, at first gently, then quickly and with more pressure, circling my clit until my legs tensed and that familiar wave of pleasure washed over me.

My legs tensed around his waist as he looked down at me. I didn't see it, with my head thrown back in pleasure and eyes closed, Kenny looked at me with nothing but love and admiration. Although he too, struggled to keep his eyes open, fighting the urge to roll them back in his own pleasure as the walls of my pussy squeezed him tightly, nearly making him cum.

Now it was my turn to yawn, making Kenny lift his head with a smirk.

Even with his weight on top of me fully, I didn't let him go, groaning when he moved to pull away.

Instead of fighting, Kenny laid back on me fully, pressing his softening cock into me one last time before sighing.

"Now look who's tired. Time for bed." Kenny laid his head back on my chest, closing his eyes and settling to get comfortable, his cock slipping out of me fully now.

Together, we drifted into a much-needed sleep after a long, long night.

"But Kenny, we need to get cleaned up." I tried to protest, attempting to push him off, but he was much stronger and heavier than I was. With my attempts thwarted, I relaxed beneath him.

Now with my compliance, Kenny rolled onto his back, pulling me into his side, yawning himself.

[my-shields-are-down]

Writing Frenzy in action

So being unemployed, I currently have a LOT of free time.

Every morning, after I send out my daily blizzard of resumes and look at my dwindling bank account, I write.

I've got multiple story updates happening during the hiatus. Plus this week I'm launching two new stories. The first of which is a magical AU adventure called *Every Little Thing She Does is Magic* - and while it starts off pretty bleak, there is much happiness, zaniness, smut, laughter, and chenford love and intrigue involved. First two chapters are up, and I'm working on 3 + 4 to be posted later today.

Enoy!

[ultscsy]

Who i write for:

boy groups:

A.c.e

X1

Bts

Exo *ot12

History

Straykids *ot9

Day6

Shinee

Ateez

Ab6ix

Seventeen

Astro

Nct *ot21

Monsta x *ot7

SuperM

Oneus

Pentagon *ot10

Onf *ot7

Block B *ot7

Btob

Vav

Sf9

Imfact

The Boyz

Got7

The Rose

Kim Donghan

Jbj

Txt

Lucente

ENOi

N.flying *ot5 (hun, jaehyun, seunghyub, hwesung and dongsung)

Nu'est

Noir

Infinite

Winner

14u

Victon

Vixx

Knk

Uniq

Up10tion

VeriVery

Rainz

1the9

Hotshot

SuperJunior

Ikon *ot7

B1a4

Girl Groups:

Kard

Blackpink

(g)Idle

Gwsn

Wjsn

Dreamcatcher

Mamamoo

Pink fantasy

Twice

Everglow

Red velvet

Itzy

cherry bullet

Gfriend

Iz*one

D.i.a

[feelingsobloom]

ENOi’s Reactions to Reader Wanting to be Throat Fucked (M)

Laon

Kyuhyun would be hesitant because he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s the type of affectionate person that is so completely infatuated with you, it’s ridiculous. He’s clingy, he wants to hold your hand all the time, and most importantly he loves fucking you. He's rough most of the time, but not too rough- he holds himself back a lot. So, when you ask to be throat fucked, his voice cracks as he asks you if you’re sure that you want to do it. But the minute that you assured him “yes”, his fingers are tightly tangled in the strands of your hair, and he’s pushing you right down to your knees.

Dojin

Yongtae wouldn’t even hesitate to throat fuck you. He generally has a really tough resolve, so during sex he would probably be very vocal and emotive. His fingers would be tight in your hair, and he would fuck your throat hard somedays. But the best thing about Yongtae throat fucking you would be after you two were done fucking, and you were exhausted, and he was still a little bit turned on. He would once again bury his fingers in your hair and begin to slowly fuck your throat. Sliding his cock agonizingly slow in and out of your throat, until you got some energy back because you were just so eager for him to finally cum down your throat again that you couldn’t help the heat building up in your core.

Hamin

Hamin is a pretty soft boy, and he wouldn’t really want to throat fuck you at first. He would protest saying that it would hurt you, or that you wouldn’t realistically like it, but you would eventually convince him that this was a good idea for you two. The minute his dick slid all the way into your throat, this boy would be on cloud nine. Do not be surprised if he comes down your throat without warning and apologizes a million times for it- he would be so lost in ecstasy, throat-fucking you would probably be one of his favorite things ever. He would do it fast and rough sometimes, and just slow and teasingly sensual other times. It all depends on his mood. Expect a lot of cock warming if you’re being a brat because boy would just love having his cock sitting in your throat while he finishes some work, reminding you every once in a while not to move or else.

Avin

Donghyuk is a switch. He can come off as very submissive and vanilla at times, but he can also be a beast when he’s really in the mood to dominate you. Asking him when he was just teasing you would prompt his fingers to dig into your skin as a way to curb his own growing arousal. He would ask “are you sure?” and “are you really sure?” And then he would fuck your throat so hard that you would feel it the next morning. That’s just the first time though, Donghyuk would be obsessed with fucking your throat, a lot like Hamin. You would be doing it a lot in your future.

Jinwoo

Jinwoo is the only member of ENOi that would say no to you asking him to throat fuck you. He would be all for fooling around with you and is always eager for you to give him a blow job, but he prefers to make love over fucking. He wants you to feel safe, and he doesn’t think that throat fucking will make you feel safe, so he doesn’t really want to do it. Conversely, if you insisted enough, he would be open to try it if not “just for you” but he would be too hesitant and careful for it to be particularly enjoyable.

Jkid

It’s not a secret that Jeonghoon is by far the most energetic of all of the group. He wouldn’t be horny all of the time, but when he was he would be passionate and know so many ways to make you cum that you would probably have to lowkey beg for breaks. You didn’t ask but uh- so many orgasms would be had. Orgasm denial? Not in Jeonghoon’s dictionary. He lives for overstimulation. Lowkey, you’d probably ask him to fuck your throat as a break from the constant orgasms. He’d probably be a little surprised (and he certainly doesn’t prefer it) but would only question you with a thoughtful: “Yeah?” And when you confirmed your intentions, he’d probably tangle his fingers in your hair and mumble: “Guess I better try out my new toy then.”

Gun

Like Jeonghoon, Hyuk is really energetic. Imagine this boy being horny all of the time. He would literally love fooling around with you as much as he could (and anywhere he could, lowkey would love to be caught but you did not hear that here). He’d be hard to ask, so you would probably ask him really shyly while you were giving him a blowjob- and the consequent result of that would probably be him immediately taking control of the situation, warning you with a whisper that: “You better hold still for me.”

[emeraldbabygirl]

Timestamp 10:20 AM

Yongtae promised a nice picnic in a pretty flower field and now here he is at barely 10 in the morning with his fingers knuckle deep inside you. You moaned feeling the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot, the way his fingers glided so easily along your walls causing your eyes to roll back.

“You’re so cute like this baby. Your cute sun dress bunched around your waist. You even wore cute panties for me didn’t you?” Yongtae chuckled watching you grab the picnic blanket with both hands. “I think we picked a good spot yeah?” Yongtae was talking so calm like he wasn’t finger blasting you into oblivion. “The morning sun looks so nice against you skin baby, makes you glow even more. And such a cute little dress you just wanted to look pretty for me didn’t you baby? Such a pretty girl and so hungry for attention down there aren’t you?”

You let out a whine feeling Yongtae’s tongue swiping against your clit. Your hips jerked up in response. Yongtae had pulled your panties to the side but you could tell he was getting a little frustrated which is why he took one leg out of them your pretty lace panties now hanging on one of your legs. Yongtae liked having easy access which is why he loved when you didn’t wear any panties at all. But when you did it wasn’t a big deal or an obstacle for him. He knew you liked to look pretty for him and enjoyed it even more when he took your panties off of you. “I can feel your pussy sucking up my fingers precious. Hmm, do you want my dick?” At Yongtae’s words you excitedly let out a short little squeal your walls squeezing around his fingers. Yongtae’s fingers pushed all the way into you pressing down against your walls causing your back to arch off the blanket. “Y-yes please Y-yongt-t-t” you struggled to speak his fingers were fucking you so good your mind wandered over his fat cock being inside you.

“Sit up baby. You want my dick now right? You’re so hungry for it I can feel the way you clenched when I brought it up.” Yongtae grabbed one of your hands while he reached around to hold your back as he helped lift you up. The spot you picked was surrounded by pretty flowers and a big tree that provided just enough shade but not enough to completely block out the sunshine.

Yongtae rested against the tree starting to unzip his pants just enough to pull out his fully erect cock. You lifted your leg over him to straddle is lap and Yongtae held your hips as you slowly lowered yourself into his dick shaking and moaning loadly as your pussy sucked up his cock like a vacuum. Your head fell back as soon at you felt the base of his cock at your entrance. “Aw you were hungry weren’t you baby, you sucked up my entire cock in that cute pussy of yours huh? Such a good girl.” Yongtae’s words had you whining, his hands resting on your thighs squeezing at the skin before moving up under your sundress.

“Ride me baby, the faster you make me cum the faster I’ll let you cum.”

@somesortofstan hahahahah GETTING FUCKED IN A CUTE LIL SUNDRESS IS MY TOP FUCKING KINK AHHHHH I’ve thought about it with Byeongkwan, Seunghyub, KB and now Dojin haha. It would be so pretty with KB omg I don’t wanna get lost in those thoughts but Yongtae I hope you like it! I had the thought this morning while we were talking hehe. My second Dojin smut and let me tell you is was a lot easier to write

[anki-of-beleriand]

A Heart Made Of Glass ch.3

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision - (Past) Carol DanversxPowered!F!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. Slow burn. Found family. Innocent crush. More tags as the story progess.

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret You guy are the best, every comment, every reblog and every like makes my day whenever I go back to tumblr and see the notifications. I'm so happy you guys are liking the story and the drama behind it.

This chapter was a little harder to write because I want to draw the final pieces of the confrontation between Wanda and R. The past came right at them with some harsh truths they were not ready to face, and then the present hit them straight in the face presenting her with options...Now, would R forgive Wanda? Why did Wanda come all the way to the end of the world to look for you?

Would it be enough? Once again, I hope you don't midn the long chapter and that you enoyed the preview of what will come. I'm all ears to your opinions or requests, so if you have any do not hesitate to reach out.

Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Prequel Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Epilogue

Chapter 3

Unrequired

When you began your new life away from the Avengers, away from Wanda, you never imagined it would end up the way it did.

It took you so long to get over the heartbreak, your life had been in crumbles when you disappeared from New York and the public eye. You went into some dark places that you wished you had never gone through, and then when Natasha finally caught up to you it was time for you to just forget.

And you tried.

You really did.

But it was impossible.

You tried to not know about her, to not get news about Wanda and how she was doing; it had been impossible more so after the Sokovia Accords and the mess at the Raft. You had been so mad at that point, they never found out you were right there with Steve and Natasha. There was no need for anyone to know, you were there out of duty and friendship. Nothing else. Nothing more.

You almost cringe at the lies you told yourself constantly. The shift in your posture didn’t went unnoticed by Natasha who had been following you close behind ever since the night before. You might look okay with all that was happening, and you could try to hide yourself in your anger and resentment but Natasha knew you pretty well.

Natasha had always known you so well she knew right now your whole world was shaking on the brink of misery all over again. Wanda Maximoff had always been your one and only weakness.

You lowered your gaze to the table, the words of the story dancing around your head as you connected the story to what Natasha told you and what little knowledge you had on Strange and even Wanda. America was tired, and her tone of voice was letting you know this was not the first time she retold the story, and it wasn’t the first time she hid something in between the narration.

“That was how I ended up here, with Strange helping me out and…” America trailed off, she had spent most of the morning explaining her powers and her life up until that point. She had her eyes on you, her dark eyes seeking in you something that resembled a familiarity that you did not feel.

“We really came here looking for help.” Wanda finally said, her voice was just above a whisper and the wavering at the end made you scowl.

Yelena narrowed her eyes at the redhead, she leaned forward placing a single hand on the table. She heard the story before; she knew Wanda had broken your heart at some point and that had left a mark so deep inside your heart and soul Yelena knew it was hard for you to trust again. To love again. Yelena shifted slightly, she knew you were looking at her with a mixture of dread and amusement.

“After ten years, you came here looking for help.” Yelena couldn’t contain the disgust in her tone. “I thought you were supposed to be an all-powerful witch, isn’t that the reason you create a whole world to live with your dead lover?”

Wanda winced at the mention of Westview and Vision, her eyes changing from green to red and Yelena merely smirked at this.

“Perhaps they were exaggerating your powers? Or it’s just that since you don’t have anyone to fuck you, you came here to fuck someone else over? For old times’ sake?”

“Yelena!” Natasha exclaimed with a hint of disbelief in her tone, you stood up with your eyes completely black and Wanda stood right at the other end with her eyes red.

The scene was quite familiar, your heart twisted unpleasantly as you remembered how the red magic had thrown you away to protect Vision. Wanda seemed to think the same because soon she stepped back, the anger she felt still present in her expression but her eyes had gone back to their usual green, full of regret.

America clenched her jaw closed before standing up and hitting the table so hard it broke the edges. Tears pool out at the corner of her eyes, and she was breathing hard while glaring at Yelena then at you; there was a deep flash of disappointment in there and you looked away from those young eyes.

“Stop it! Just…stop it!” America exclaimed shaking her head, she lifted a single finger to point it at you. “I don’t know what happen, I don’t know why you hate her so but please…not you.”

You furrowed your brows tilting your head in confusion, Natasha glanced around the room ready to act if necessary though she could see as Wanda stood where she was her eyes going from America to you and then back to the young woman. Yelena was about to intervene but your hand on her shoulder stopped her.

America huffed never taking her eyes away from you, “you’re supposed to be this legend, this…hero. The best Avenger there is! And you’re supposed to be caring and loving and…damn! All I can see it’s a bitter woman that can’t let go of the past while hearing the news of something bad approaching!”

The tears rolled down freely, America never took her eyes from you and the vulnerability you saw there was the very same you had seen in you at some point in your youth. You wished you could read inside her mind, the way Wanda was probably doing at the moment; this young woman knew a version of you that…

You looked away from the scene, you didn’t think you were the same as your other variant. The other you sounded happy, she got the life you wanted. You…well, you were bitter and just trying to keep going while longing for someone you could never have.

“You speak as if it was easier to be another person.” Yelena spoke softly, though her voice was cold and her eyes were glaring at Wanda. “But there are wounds that will never heal, and people that don’t deserve forgiveness.”

Wanda clenched her eyes shut for a moment; she stepped forward until she was standing right beside America placing a calming hand on the young woman’s shoulder.

“I’m not asking for forgiveness.” Wanda finally said, once more you caught the tiredness in her voice, the defeat. You scowled looking away, you didn’t like how it sound. “I know I don’t deserve it, I just…This new threat could affect more than just us. You heard the story.”

The tension inside the room could be cut with a knife.

This time around Natasha did react leaning forward placing her elbows on the table, her attention went from you to Wanda and then to America.

“How long have you been running from this attacker, America?” Natasha waited patiently until America shook away her confusion at the abruptly change in the conversation.

“I…well, it’s just…a couple of months, I guess.” She could see her answer was not satisfactory to Natasha who was scowling deeply. America shook her head, her eyes going from you to Natasha. “I guess eight months.”

Natasha pursed her lips tilting her head, she didn’t need to glance around the room to know the tension was still there and the small space of peace she had gotten was temporary.

“Eight months, and you have been in a single place or several?” Natasha asked again, America opened her eyes wide at the question this time around she did keep her attention on Natasha.

Wanda was looking at America then at Natasha trying to follow the conversation while working around the information given by America and Strange. Yelena crossed her arms, but soon she sat down turning her attention to her sister.

“I have…I mean, I’ve been to several places.” America seemed to think this over contemplating her answer for a moment, the memories of her travels filling up her mind.

“What do you really want to know?” You finally asked just as confused as everyone else.

Natasha sighed lowering her gaze before turning her eyes to you, “eight months, she can open the portals through fear or a sense of danger. She has been followed for more than a couple of days or weeks. The last time was, what? A month ago?”

America shifted uncomfortably, “two months.”

“And then you ended up here.” You stated opening your eyes in realization, you lifted your head and your eyes soon found those of Wanda. “Strange called you because there was witchcraft involve, right?”

“Yes, yes he did.” Wanda felt a fluttered in her heart, her eyes locked with yours though after a moment you turned away to Natasha.

“You do realize this person or people know how to travel or at least manipulate creatures through different universes?” You asked turning your eyes to America, the young woman felt her cheeks burn under the intensity of your stare.

“Y-yes, at least that’s what Strange said…” America furrowed her brows when she finally understood what you meant. “But I mean that only means they have been followed me around, leading me in. I…the first time it happened I was just tired and the attack caught me by surprised.”

“And the second one? The third one?” You asked leaning back on the chair.

“I don’t understand,” Wanda interrupted all of a sudden, she was now wearing a puzzle frown directing her attention to you, “if that’s the case then, America has been followed and lead on through the different universes to…where exactly?”

“That’s the question. It’s too much of a coincidence that whenever America travelled she is followed, if America can’t control her powers, it’s pretty obvious she can’t choose where to go. So, how are these creatures finding her?” Natasha stated shrugging. “Now you asking for help makes more sense, Wanda.”

Wanda tensed looking away from Natasha, America turned to the redhead before settling her eyes on Natasha then on you.

“I don’t get it.”

“You and me, Kid.” Yelena interrupted, “care to explain?”

“The pieces of the creature Strange collected and the runes we could read in there showed America’s signature in there.” Wanda finally revealed knowing America would be upset at the news.

“What do you mean my signature?” the world around her went blurry and started spinning around rather fast. America had her heart beating fast against her ribcage, clenching her fist she stared into Wanda’s guilty face.

“The creatures had been marked to cross the multiverse, and to follow your signature. At some point, whoever is after you got a trace of your…inner power, your core to say it in a way.” Wanda tried to explain. “When we read the runes it was there, so whoever is after you will always find you. They have that spark of your signature, and they will be able to find you wherever you go.”

“Which would explain why they always find a way to you.” You finished shaking your head in disbelief. “Now I understand why you were brought to me.”

“Y/N…” Wanda started but she soon trailed off when your black eyes turned to her with a deep anger at, once more, being used.

“Of course, that’s the help you were looking for, Wanda.” Her name on your lips sounded wrong, cold and almost scornful. “Who else knows? I…I thought at least you would respect that little piece of me!”

You stood up turning around to face the wall, it was the only way in which you could hide the emotions going through your mind and heart at the moment. Wanda crumbled on the chair, she was tired, so tired she just…she didn’t do anything right.

She had always messed up with you. And now was not an exception.

“I’m lost again.” Yelena said glancing around the room. “Care to explain?”

America nodded though her eyes were on you, she had seen the glance of pure betrayal and hurt that went though your eyes when Wanda called your name. You sighed turning slightly to the room, this time around your eyes pinned Wanda as your words filled out the silence.

“We were on a dangerous mission, there was a dangerous Hydra base back in Tanzania.” Your voice was flat, yet you couldn’t help the pain the memories brought to you. “It was going to be a recon and stealth mission, the very first Wanda would assist to.”

This time around your lips curved into a bitter smirk, Natasha was remembering that day her frown deepening when she noticed Wanda was crying with her fists closed.

“A few days before we had been in a wild party back at one of NYU frat buildings, it was Halloween and well…” You looked away clenching your eyes shut, that night your whole life had changed forever and you had plaid yourself to Wanda, even if the young woman didn’t know it at that time. “My powers had always been strange, I mean they are pretty straightforward in what they do, but that’s not all they do.”

Yelena crunched up her nose in puzzlement, you chuckled and you hated just how bitter and miserable it sounded.

“That night at the frat house, well…It was special and my powers had done something that we didn’t realize until we were on that mission.” You put your hands on the back of the chair, your grip tight as you continued. “While on the mission, we almost got caught the cameras were right there and Wanda was standing right in the middle of the fucking hall. I was ready to fight my way out and then heard Steve gave us an earful because of that but…nothing happened.”

Wanda pressed her lips remembering that day. Remembering everything that happened before that day, the party, your smile, your touches, your kisses…

Natasha scowled leaning forward, she remembered how Wanda had come out with the information they needed it. Their cover had been blown due to a mishap with the security, they had to fight their way out because of this but up until that point the mission had been a success then…the enhanced soldier that came at them…Natasha lifted her eyes to look at you. What happened?

“We were confused but as Wanda keep moving, well…we took advantage of that.” You shrugged. “At the end, something did go wrong, but at the moment of the fight, there was this enhanced individual, a soldier that came right at us, and …Wanda was just right there…he went past her as if he couldn’t see her…”

You lowered your head before straightened up, “later on, when we went through the things in this base I found the recordings of that hall, there was nothing there. But I know Wanda had been there, I was with her. Then…on the yard, during the fight…she wasn’t there either.”

“I don’t get it what happen? Where do you want to go with the story?” Natasha finally asked, not liking the path this conversation was taking.

“Can you imagine?” You replied snorting. “My powers are manipulation of shadows, among other things but the basics are shadows in any way.”

“So, what was it? Why could no one see Wanda through the cameras?” America asked confused like the others.

“Well, after a while and after running this through Tony, I realised it was me.” You replied bitterly. “I have created a special…bond with her. My powers did not only shelter me, but they also shelter her. Even after the mission, Tony noticed Wanda was not showing on his radars or anything. In the end he had to think of a way to keep tabs on her. Then, one day, the protection left and Wanda was back on the grid.”

No one needed to ask what you meant by that, or what that one day was. Wanda wiped away her tears lifting her head only to see Natasha looking at her intently.

You stepped back shrugging, “that’s the reason you’re here, America. Because I can protect you in ways no one can, I can make you disappear without disappearing and your pursuer won’t be able to find you as long as I keep that up.”

“I didn’t…you never…” America furrowed her brows, now she understood why Wanda had been so insistent on you getting involve in all of this. But you, the other you had never said this, you had never…

You offered a kind smile to the young woman, “this was something no one was supposed to know, America. If I didn’t tell you about this, it was probably because no one else knew.”

America nodded still feeling down, you approached her with your hand placing itself on her shoulder. You could see the glint if hopefulness in the young woman’s eyes, just as you could see the fear and the tiredness in there.

“No one in this world was supposed to know any of this, and well…” You trailed off glaring at Wanda. “I guess now that this is out in the open, I will help you.”

“You don’t have to…” America started but you cut her off with a shake of your head.

“I know, I want to.” You offered a smile to her, America dipped her head knitting her brows together. “You’re right we cannot let the past dictated our actions in the present. I’ll do it, and we will see how to get rid of the threat so you can decide what to do with your life.”

You offered a comforting squeeze on her shoulder, the morning had been filled with so many memories and stories that you just felt out of air and in need of escaping the room, the house. Escaping her.

“I will help you, America, but there is a condition.” You finally stated lifting your head to see Natasha nodding at you. America furrowed her brows.

“Condition?” This time around America couldn’t hide the apprehension in her voice, she turned to Wanda then to you. Usually, those conditions required for her to talk about things she rather not, or to do things she didn’t want to do.

“Y/N…” Wanda started standing up but you stopped her with a glance.

“America, you need to learn to fight, and to defend yourself.” You scowled making your way towards the entrance of the room. “So far you had told us how you ran or relayed on others to help you, not this time around. I’ll protect you with my powers, but as long as I know that you can also protect yourself, that you will no longer be a victim of your own powers or others, is that understood?”

America nodded softly, her heart beating fast under your stare. You smiled then left the room.

Everyone was left in deep thought, with the tension still hanging above their heads.

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Night came and left.

And when the morning came, it did with dark clouds, whistling wind and a heavy storm that stopped the land around the house. There was nothing to see beyond the whirlpools of white mixed with ice and water.

You took a deep breath enjoying the burning sensation traveling down your nostrils through your throat and lungs.

Your skin was still warm, and the trembling on your muscles had been replaced by a simple shivering accompanied by the refreshing touch of the coldness of the morning. The images of the dream came back at you, attacking your mind just as your heart fluttered painfully in your chest; the dream had been so vivid, so real…you could swear your back was still burning with the marks of nails scratching your skin and the whimpers of desire leaving those swollen lips you had loved a long time ago.

The shadows around you stirred restlessly, your hand clenched around the rail of the gallery deck. Those dreams should not be haunting you again, you were supposed to be passed that and be freed of her enchantment. You wanted to scream in frustration, just when you though your life was back on track and that nothing could shake your perfect little world Wanda came in again.

Alone. Broken. Sad and so…lost.

You sighed glancing around you, the light of the lighthouse off and the shadows dancing around keeping you company.

There was a perpetual night followed by the snowstorm.

The white spirals of snow and ice danced around the place, with the perpetual sound of a whistling filling the otherwise silent morning. The forms of the snow angels moved around in hunting ghostly forms, whatever else was out there would be completely hidden in a mixture of white and grey and the lower temperatures that made it impossible to stay out in the open for more than a couple of seconds.

Two tears rolled down your cheek, standing before the stormy weather with your arms crossed, you had never been bothered by the cold. Shadows, by sheer definition, were filled with solitude and coldness; it took more than bad weather to make you crave.

All it took was a flash of green and you were back to the beginning.

You snorted wiping away your face, pressing your lips together you refused to shade more tears for the past. You were trying to preserve in the present while build your future; and Wanda Maximoff shouldn’t be able to shake your world the way she was doing at the moment. Not anymore.

The weight of a phone in your pocket made you realized you had taken the mobile with you. You had been so tempted to call her, to hear her voice if only to reassure yourself that everything was alright. That you had the strength to face the woman that had destroyed your heart once, and that was making you feel everything all over again.

But Carol didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve to be bother just because you were feeling weak at the moment.

So, the mobile kept hidden in your pocket.

And the cold of the morning was your only advisor.

“How can you be out here with this weather?” Yelena was the spitting image of Kenny from South Park, and you had to hold your laughter back if you didn’t want her to kick your ass.

Your lips curled slightly though, and the blond-haired woman narrowed her eyes at you waiting for the comment that you would never make. She put a single bottle from the protective cover of her coat, your hand grasped it tightly before taking a long sip.

“Damn, did you mix the vodka again?” You made a face while trying to discern what kind of liquor did Yelena give you this time.

Yelena crunched up her nose, stepping closer to you, “that’s not alcohol, and I’m starting to worry that your consumption of alcoholic beverages is becoming too much.”

You snorted but said nothing else, you could hear the teasing behind her voice while you still hold the bottle trying to guess what you were given to drink. The weight that was Yelena’s stare was something you had always been aware of, ever since the both of you met Yelena had become a sister and someone that you could speak with in ways you could not with Natasha.

Yelena was the ears, while Natasha was the voice of reason.

“If this is not vodka, then what the hell are you giving me?”

Yelena looked rather offended, she took the bottle from you looking away in a way that told you, you had hurt her feelings.

“It’s a cinnamon beverage Melina used to make us when it was cold. She put milk and ginger on it.” Yelena lowered her gaze; you winced placing a hand on her shoulder offering a tentative smile.

“You know? It does taste like that time you offer me vodka with tequila.” You winked at her, with some reluctance Yelena passed the bottle again and this time around you took the time to actually taste it. “It tastes funny.”

Yelena huffed, though this time around she was not offended.

“Yeah, I have never been able to replicate the recipe, I think she adds something else but I’m not sure.”

For a brief moment, there was only silence broken by the whistling wind. You knew why Yelena was up there with you, it was quite obvious either Natasha or the blond-haired woman would be the ones coming looking for you.  The conversation you held with Wanda and America had been exhausting, and it left you, Natasha and Yelena with many things to think over.

“You’re thinking about Wanda.” Yelena inquired; you made a face shaking your head.

“I’m thinking about what they say.” You corrected with an edge on your tone, Yelena shifted but didn’t say anything else waiting for you to continue. “What they told us is something that bothers me greatly.”

“Why?” Yelena blinked away her confusion, you turned around to face her, the both of you stood at the very top of the lighthouse, the wind surrounding you in white wisps of snow and ice.

“There is an individual out there powerful enough to hide away from Kamar-Taj and Wanda.” Yelena made a face ready to argue but you stopped her before she could continue. “Think what you want about Wanda, but she is powerful. I expect she had learnt a thing or two about her own powers, and that must include sensing this kind of things.”

“She got tricked by her neighbour!” Yelena exclaimed unable to stop herself, you huffed but point to some invisible spot in front of you.

“Exactly! Wanda had always learnt through experience rather than direct education, she has to.” You explained, furrowing your brows knowing all too well it sounded as if you were defending her. “But, even if that’s not the case Yelena imagine what someone with the power America has could do. Are you ready to risk the fate of the multiverse just because you don’t like Wanda?”

Yelena huffed shaking her head, she stared away from you with her eyes already bothering her for the cold.

“I don’t like it, what you’re going to do…” She stayed silent, and you winced looking away.

“I’ll do it only with America. Wanda can do her own cloaking spell.” You replied lowly, your eyes looking everywhere but at Yelena.  “I won’t…I know what could happen, Lena. I won’t risk myself and let myself exposed in such a way.”

Yelena was not looking that convince but decided to say nothing, she leaned back shivering under her coat.

“Do you think it will work?” Yelena finally asked, you pursed your lips looking away while going back on the details of the conversation you had with Wanda and America.

The truth was you knew it would work, after you discovered that ability you explored it alongside Wanda and then with you. It was one of the reasons why no one was able to locate you unless you wanted to be found. The question was if this would be enough, and for that you weren’t so sure; while your life had been shaken by the appearance of Wanda, it was also evident this new threat could very well be bad enough that would require more than you and even Strange and Wanda. For now, you would keep your word, while Strange and Wong figured out the face behind these attacks.

“It will work. I know it will, I’m just unsure if it will be enough.” You replied shrugging, you turned to Yelena who was scowling at you. You yawned rolling your neck and shoulders, “What is it?”

“I just noticed you look awful today; did you sleep at all?” Yelena shot you an inquisitive stare, trying to examine you with her eyes and discovered if you had enough rest the night before.

At that moment you felt so tempted to tell Yelena about your dream, about the strange nightmare that had woken you up with a burning feeling on your back and an uncomfortable sensation between your legs. But you decided against that option, everyone was already worried about you and Wanda, you didn’t need to add to their worries your wet dreams and strange nightmares when probably it was nothing.

You smiled at Yelena shrugging, “yeah, I did. I just forgot to turn off my alarm, so I woke up as if it was another normal day at school.”

“You’re an idiot! How could you forget that?” Yelena was looking rather shocked at your revelation; you rolled your eyes moving inside the lighthouse.

“I don’t know, Lena, just did.” Yelena narrowed her eyes at you, and you tensed thinking perhaps she didn’t buy your story.

“I bet you just want to see that milf again.”

You snorted; Yelena would always be Yelena after all. And for now, you were out of the loop with your secrets and the dream still fresh on your mind.

“Let’s go, I bet the kid is waiting for us.”

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The house had been one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

You had put a lot of thought on it, and by the time you run the idea with Fury and Tony the both of them had given their approval and their help. You meant for this house to be a sanctuary, and also a place in which you could be prepared to be of any help. While the visible part of the house had been built as a modern, fancy architecture to denote beauty and solitude, the hidden part was made to fight.

Tony and you had designed at least ten rooms and three exits including the main ones. One of the rooms was the training one, that had been equipped with all the necessities to keep you and the others in good form.

America was impressed, she walked around the room watching each of the machines and the different stuff hanging by the wall or the shelves. She wished things had not been difficult ever since she came across Earth’s mightiest heroes; ever since she crossed path’s with them on Supreme Strange’s universe her life had turned around into a spiral of confusion and loses.

Right now, America found herself at a crossroads with Wanda on one hand, and you on the other. She felt guilty still, and seeing you again was like a reminder of how she had failed to the other you.

The young woman grabbed one of the dumbbells knowing what you said the day before was the truth. She didn’t know how to fight, or how to defend herself, she only knew how to run and that was the reason you…

“So you’re an early riser?” You entered the gym with a half-smile, America turned around rather fast her cheeks colouring red for a moment as she smiled sheepishly at you.

“Yeah, it’s a force of habit by now.”

You nodded in approval glancing around the room then setting your eyes on her, Yelena came right behind you having disposed of her huge coat and the jacket. The tension that had formed inside the house since their arrival had not diminished, if anything it seemed as if it grew with each passing day. Of one thing America was sure though, you were avoiding Wanda as much as you could and the relief in your face when you found America alone was something you couldn't hide very well. 

The young Widow frowned glancing at America with a critical eye, she lifted a single eyebrow tilting her head.

“You’re not training in that.” Yelena stated to which America could only scowl, but much like she had done with Wanda she tried to hide away her embarrassment at the lack of proper attire.

"Then I won't train because this is all I have." America stepped forward with defiance, Yelena narrowed her eyes at her before rolling her eyes. 

"You should have said something." This time around when Yelena did look at America she let her eyes do a slow check up on the young woman. 

"I didn't know you were going to have a dressing code." America scoffed though she had on a red dust on her cheeks. "I guess it can't be helped so…" 

"I'll be right back." Yelena didn't even let her finish before turning around and exiting the room. 

You chuckled nodding to the open space in the gym. America hesitated but soon she was following you curious as to what had happened. 

"You don't have clothes, do you?" You asked, arms crossed and eyes pinning the young woman to the spot. 

America made a face shrugging. 

"I've been running for my life; I haven't had the time to go shopping." You snorted lowering your face for a moment before tilting your head. 

"As soon as the storm recedes we will go to the town and fix that issue." America softened slightly though she never lost her frown. 

"I don't have any money."

"I didn't say you will need it." You replied and there was something in the way you said that made America looked at you. 

"Wanda already promise me that trip to the store, we could go together." 

The mention of Wanda was everything you needed to change your posture, your face hardened and your eyes gleamed with anger. 

"Well, since she already offered I guess you can go with her, Kiddo." You shrugged. “It is up to you, afterall.”

"Are you two going to be like this while we're here?" America finally asked taking off her jacket, she started passing around the room before her eyes fell on the mats in the corner. "I mean, I think I at least deserve to know if this is going to be a problem, it’s not as if I choose to be here and…" 

"Why do you want to know what happen between us?" You asked back from the spot she left you on, America turned to you tilting her head. 

"You two… I just, it's hard to imagine there is a universe in which you two were not meant to be." America said softly. "I always thought love, real love, looked the way you look at Wanda, and the way Wanda loved you."

The world stood still for a moment. 

Those words pierced your very soul, and your chest hurt with the weight of the what ifs that comment brought forth. Your eyes locked on the young woman who was still walking around the room, she went silent but the ghost brought in by her comment filled in the empty space. 

You wanted to be angry at America for her comment, but she didn't know any better. She had met a version of you and Wanda that had been happy, a version that wasn't afraid of showing the world their relationship. A world in which Wanda chose you. 

"Okay, this will fit, change and get ready." Yelena arrived at that moment and you were more than relief at the sight of her. 

America turned startled glancing at the clothes the blonde woman was handing over. The young woman glanced at you out of the corner of her eyes, she knew what she had said had affect you but she wasn't sure if it had been in a good or bad way. 

"We're did you get this?" America finally asked grabbing the clothes. 

"We have many visitors and need to be ready, go and change we already waste too much time."

America rolled her eyes ready to leave the room but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. Yelena was frowning and America matched the frown with one of her own 

"Where are you going?" The hint of disbelief in Yelena’s tone made her accent thicker, America lifted the clothes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"To get change?"  Yelena huffed pointing the space they were in. 

"You will change here, now."

"What? No, I can't!"  America replied rather agitated her eyes went from you then to the clothes then back at you and finally to Yelena. “No way in hell.”

"Why the hell no?" 

America felt the blush growing in her face and without meaning to she glanced at you then back at Yelena. This time around the blonde frowned offended 

"She is not a perv! What the hell is wrong with you?" 

America opened her eyes at this she shook her head lifting a hand, she was waving around trying to clarify her comment without saying too much.

"I'm not saying she is, I just…" 

"What? Did Maximoff rub her homophobia on you? That's why you won't change here in front of us?" Yelena retorted offended, “look, Maximoff may think she is too good to actually be a lesbian, but to imply Y/N is a perv or something so you can make that disgusting glance to her it’s plain wrong, and I’m going to give her a piece of my mind.”

This piece of information made America stepped back, she opened her mouth trying to process what Yelena had said. You observed from afar watching the disbelief, then the betrayal in America's eyes. 

"What are you talking about? Wanda is not…she is not…I mean she can’t…” America was left without words, she was trying to make sense of what Yelena had said but she couldn’t.

Yelena offered a nasty smirk, leaning forward, “Oh but she is. She didn’t tell you?”

“No, she didn’t….and she is not…”

“And now, you’re just implying that we’re going to look, probably with the same phobia thinking yourself all mighty that lesbians can’t control themselves…”

"Yelena!" You finally reacted frowning at the blond Widow who snarled stepping back while rolling her eyes.

“The kid deserves to know.” Was all Yelena said in the end, America was about to say something else but you came in right there shaking your head.

“We said we will stop this stupid feud, so shut it.” You then turned to America nodding to the door. “There is a bathroom down the hall, go you can change there.”

America stood there for a moment rather confused and still hurt by the revelation; if that was true then…America turned to you and saw the softening of your features and the glimpse of the person you had always been. Your lips tugged upwards, and America found herself comfort by this.

“I…I’m not…you know?” She mumbled letting her eyes travel from you to Yelena. “I like girls, too. I can’t be…that.”

“I know.” You replied softly, you opened your mouth to say something then sighed. “Go, get change and we will start, I need you to be ready before I can use my powers on you.”

"Thank you."

Once she had left you turned to Yelena who was smirking smugly at you, your scowl deepened but Yelena shrugged unapologetically.

“She has a crush on you.” You narrowed your eyes at her shaking your head. 

“What were you trying to accomplish?”

Yelena shrugged, “I was hoping for the truth.”

“What truth?”

“The one she is hiding.” Yelena shrugged. “I will change tactics then.”

“How about trying to be friendly and not an ass?” There was a hint of anger in your tone, Yelena dropped her shoulders sending you an apologetic stare.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring old wounds.” Yelena came to you shifting from one foot to the other. “I know how bad this is affecting you, and well…I shouldn’t blame the kid.”

You snorted wrapping an arm around her, Yelena tensed momentarily before relaxing into your embrace. The blonde-haired woman then stepped back, her lips curling slightly while wriggling her eyebrows at you.

“So, going back to my previous comment.” Yelena had that smile that made you cringed knowing what would come now would be something either embarrassing or downright ridiculous.

“What comment?” You finally asked dreading the answer.

“The kid has a crush on you.” Yelena chuckled when you rolled your eyes hitting her on the shoulder.

“Wrong. She has a crush on the me from this other universe, not me.” Yelena made a face crunching up her nose while you shut her a glare. “I don’t even think it’s a crush really, how long had she been traveling alone? I think my other me was the very first person trying to make a real connection with her. So be easy on her, Yelena.”

The young woman chuckled nodding, she stared at you with a new glint behind her blue eyes. A glint you were familiar with, you lowered your face shrugging.

“Go easy on her, okay?” It was all you could say at the moment, and Yelena pursed her lips not wanting to press matters any more.

“I will, I will.” Yelena turned to the door then back at you. “When are you going to do it?”

You pressed your lips together thinking over your options, “I think I need to see just how well prepared she is before doing it, for now the house is protected, you know that.”

“I do.” Yelena nodded stepping back. “Very well, I will test her first and then get her ready for your magic trick.”

You winced shaking your head, “It’s not a magic trick!”

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It had been a week since Wanda and America made their appearance at your doorstep.

Life inside your home became hard to go by, the ghost of Wanda went from a mere memory buried deep inside your mind to a harsh reality you avoided like the plague while resting inside the house. It was almost impossible to do so, but you made it work one way or another; and while you and Wanda were happily ignoring one another, America and Yelena had come to an agreement that ended up with America being on her ass most of the time while Yelena pushed the young woman to the limit.

Everything that had been routine in your life changed.

Including your nights.

Of this, you had not talk about with anyone.

Mainly because you didn’t think they would understand, but also because you didn’t understand it yourself. The dreams that came at night were intense, they were filled with deep emotions and sensations you hadn’t experiment in a while and there was only one single everlasting figure in all of them and that was Wanda. The dreams became nightmares and soon you were waking up most of your nights haunted by the images in your head.

You let out a huge yawn while waiting for America, that morning would be the last one before you worked your powers on the young woman. The trick itself was quite easy, once you discovered it didn’t need to be as intense as what you had done to Wanda on that Halloween night, you made sure to do so with the people you hold dear to you. Natasha and Yelena, though before Wanda had shown up they didn’t even know it.

The sound of footsteps announced America’s presence, you tightened the hand wraps while facing the door with your usual smile. America came right in, smiling at you the same with the clothes you had been lending to her every morning.

“Good morning, kiddo.  Ready for today’s lesson?” You made your way to the centre of the mat, America nodded narrowing her eyes at you.

“I am but you look like shit.” You snorted raising your eyebrows.

“Thanks for the compliment.” America pursed her lips shaking her head.

“I mean it, you look awful, did you sleep well?”

You tensed lightly nodding, “I did. Let’s get ready first with the forms Yelena has been teaching you, you’re going to lead today, I want to see you and then we can practice some of the breathing techniques.”

“Do we have to?” America whined clenching her fists closed, her lips tugging upwards in a rather mischievous smirk. “I want to learn how to kick ass, and punch like a pro.”

You rolled your eyes; patience was not a virtue that America possessed and with Yelena pushing her around and telling her stories of how she usually kicked ass trying to get the young woman to concentrate in other things was rather difficult.

“And you are learning, just not as fast as you think you do.” America rolled her eyes letting out a heavy sigh.

America bounced on the ball of her feet, chewing her lower lip before approaching you slowly. You narrowed her eyes at her, in the little time you had gotten to meet the young woman you had learnt just how her face expresses everything she wanted to say or to ask. And right now, she was set on asking something you weren’t sure you liked to hear.

“So, if this weekend you’re going to do your…cloaking thing…” America started looking around before setting her stare on you. “You think Wanda can be here?”

You tensed completely, your eyes hardening while your lips pressed together. America tilted her head lifting both her hands in front of her, palms opened so she stopped whatever negative reply you had at the tip of your tongue.

“Look, I know you guys like hate each other, or whatever.”

“We don’t hate each other.” You tried to argue but America merely snorted nodding.

“That’s right, I know you guys don’t hate one another, but anyway.” She continued approaching you with what she hopped was her best impersonation of puppy dog’s eyes. “I just…I…Wanda is…I mean I like her. And I trust her, and I want her to be here because she…I just…”

You sighed lowering your gaze while hearing the babbling from America, you knew what the other girl meant. Ever since the both of them got to your home, America had been by Wanda’s side watching over her like a hawk. And Wanda was obviously taken by the teen, it was a relationship that worked on so many levels that you understood the need America had to have Wanda by her side.

You just didn’t like the idea.

You were going to use your powers near Wanda and do something you had done for the very first time out of instinct and love. With Wanda being there watching you, well you didn’t want to mess it up.

You didn’t want to be weak. And with the dreams you had been having well…

“Yeah, I mean sure, if you want to.” You replied rather coldly, almost reluctantly.

America’s face fell, her expression one of pure sadness and puzzlement. This was not the first time you two had the same kind of discussion, and whenever the topic came in you could see the longing in America’s eyes and you had to bite your tongue every time as you get the sudden urge to ask about the you for that other world. About you and Wanda. About your life together.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, though.” America made a face scratching the back of her hand shrugging offering a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Never mind, we can do it just the two of us. No biggie.”

You snorted shaking your head while taking a stance, America followed you right away taking a deep breath before starting the exercise Yelena had been teaching her in the last couple of days. Your hand placed on her shoulder; the young woman turned to you with a curious glanced you returned with one of resignation.

“If it is important to you, then go ahead, you can tell her she can come.” You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Just don’t expect me to interact with her in any way, whatever love I felt for her is no longer there and the only thing I feel for Wanda is…annoyance.”

America opened her mouth to contradict your words, but there was a hint of fear in your eyes that made her doubt. She merely nodded, and you let out the sigh of relief when America just let it go. You didn’t need anyone telling you how much of a liar you were, what you needed was to start believing your lies so you didn’t need to face the ugly truth whenever your eyes crossed with those of Wanda.

Whenever your dreams and nightmares came together to make you suffer through the pain of unrequired love.

“Okay, kiddo, lead the way.” You finally said ignoring the tug on your heart, and the deep sadness that came onto you.

Wanda rested her back against the wall, she put her arms around herself unable to continue with her initial plan. She had heard enough for her world to crumbled around her, like it had been doing as of late; Wanda stood there for a couple of minutes before she pushed herself from the wall and made her way back to the main house.

The hall was completely empty.

Not a single sound but that of the wind from the storm. Wanda let her eyes get used to the light before taking a closer look to the pictures on the wall and the tables leading to the entrance hall. She wandered around the place until pretending she wasn’t looking for something specific became too much. In a matter of second she stood right in front of the picture she had been looking for this whole time.

The Halloween picture.

The both of you were so young.

You looked happy, though. You were beaming to the camera, your arm around Wanda’s waist putting her closer to you while the rest of the group stood nearby not caring one bit about the intimacy behind your touch. Wanda softened when the memories of that night came rushing in; she had been happy to, forgetting about the world and her own insecurities, she forgot her fears or the words of guiltiness and sin she carried with herself.

It had been a magical night in which she had forgotten about the world.

Wanda let her fingertips brushed against your image before she let her eyes wandered around the rest of the pictures. Without meaning to, her eyes fell upon a single picture that made her heart clenched painfully in her chest. A wave of nausea assaulted her, and her trembling hand was afraid to touch the reality behind the image; with a burning void in her abdomen and a million questions in her mind, Wanda picked up the picture.

Carol Danvers was standing right behind you, her arms were wrapped around your midsection, and her chin was resting comfortably on your shoulder making her cheek and yours pressed together comfortably. Both of you were smiling, and you looked relaxed and happy while the background reflected the universe. The stars and the colours of a world beyond your own.

Whatever love I felt for her is no longer there and the only thing I feel for Wanda is…annoyance.

“Why are you really here, Wanda?”

Wanda shifted slightly, her back to the newcomer while her hands placed the picture in her place once more. The thoughts in her mind running rampage, just as she realized that coming all the way to your home had been a complete mistake. When she turned around to face the newcomer, she stiffened under the glare sent to her by Natasha who was standing with her arms crossed and an unreadable expression Wanda couldn’t pinpoint to.

“I came here for help for America.” Wanda replied calmly, Natasha lifted a single eyebrow with her lips tugging upwards.

Without any warning, Natasha made her way to where Wanda was standing, and while the younger woman tensed waiting for the great fight Natasha merely moved past her to grab the picture Wanda had been looking at a moment ago.

“Wrong answer.” Natasha replied, her voice calm and business-like not leaving to the imagination what kind of conversation they were going to be held. “You could have called to ask for help. Or at least to find out if you were welcome.”

Wanda shifted ready to retort, but Natasha shook her head.

“Tony told me he gave you Y/N’s phone number after the funeral.” Wanda knew that sooner or later they were going to find out that she had your phone number. It hadn’t been easy, but in the end, Tony accepted with a single condition that Wanda was not sure she wanted to comply with

Natasha had always been a step ahead of her teammates, she had made it her duty to always be well-informed, more so after Thanos. Figuring Wanda out after all this time was easy, the hard part was to make sure Wanda didn’t mess up this time around. For the young woman it was almost impossible to look away from Natasha, her heart hammering against her chest at what the former spy had found out that might implicate her or discover her real intentions. She had come here with a single thought in mind, but she wanted to do so on her terms, not anyone’s else.

“What is more, you could have sent America with someone else, or Strange could have come to bring her here, as was his initial intention before you offered herself to come into this town.”

Natasha turned on her feet to face Wanda, she discovered with certain gratification that her words had not only reached the young woman, but they were also the truth. Wanda was trying her hardest to put on a cold façade, but the young woman had never been able to hide from Natasha long enough, which had always been a problem between them.

“How do you know…” Wanda started but soon trailed off when Natasha’s glare came across with one of her own.

“You didn’t really think I was going to let you stay here, with Y/N so close by, without knowing everything about this mission of yours and the kid.” Natasha lifted her chin, her eyes cold and calculating, “last time I was there, Wanda. I have to pick up the pieces you left behind for pure stupidity and cowardice. I wasn’t about to let you ruin what Y/N had been building on her own since breaking up with you.”

Wanda winced looking away from the knowing glare of Natasha; Wanda felt the tears pooling at the corner of her eyes. She hated all of this, she hated she couldn’t change the past she had messed up and she hated that even while trying to find out more about you and fix the present you were so far away from her.

Natasha then crossed her arms, eyes on Wanda before she asked again.

“So, tell me Wanda, why are you really here?” the question meant more than what Natasha was really asking, and Wanda knew the answer Natasha was looking was something she could not give. Not yet and certainly not to Natasha.

“I don’t have to give you any explanation, Natasha.” There was a hint of tiredness behind her words, Wanda was exhausted not only because of her lack of sleep or her lack of meals, it was mainly because she felt exhausted about the whole situation.

“Not to me, no.” Natasha replied casually, the hint of coldness behind her words. “You owe her that explanation, but as I mention before, I won’t let you hurt her all over again just because your imaginary children are the spitting image of Y/N, and you are still a fucking coward that don’t know how to get what she has always wanted.”

Wanda clenched her jaw, this time around her eyes were gleaming red at Natasha at the mention of her children. At someone finally calling out on Billy and Tommy’s appearance, at the mess she had made out of her life.

“They are real, mine and Vision’s children are real.” Her voice was thick, laced with her accent showing just how out of control she was at the moment of her own emotions. “I’m tired of everyone saying that what I feel, what I experience wasn’t real, that I’m the bad guy because I wasn’t ready to…That I couldn’t change my emotions and actually fall in love with someone else! I’m tired of everyone pushing me around because I didn’t love her…”

“But that’s the thing, Wanda.” Natasha interrupted her abruptly, Wanda’s eyes gleamed dangerously but Natasha didn’t even bulge. If anything her lips tugged upwards and her own eyes went cold with anger.

“I don’t know…” Wanda was about to speak but Natasha stopped her.

“You never changed, you are coward and a liar, but you never change.” Natasha grabbed another picture, one Wanda had not noticed but that Natasha had spotted the moment she approached the redhead. “You can lie to yourself all you want, you can lie everyone else about this, I don’t really care because I know the truth.”

Wanda swallowed down her emotions, she froze completely when Natasha passed her over the picture she had picked up.

“I have seen it ever since that night, Wanda.” Natasha shook her head scowling openly at the witch. “You are in love with Y/N, always have and always would be. You have to live with the regret of losing her for your own stupidity and cowardice, and after all this time, after running away from who you are, you’re back again because you were not thinking of Vision when you make Westview, you were thinking of her.”

Wanda shook her head, her eyes on the picture while the words from Natasha pierced deeply in her heart and soul.

“You were wearing the ring she bought for you, and your kids…well, they inherited the best of both of you.” Natasha then poked Wanda on her shoulder making the other woman looked at her with tears rolling down her cheeks. “So, Wanda, why are you really here? Because if you came here to shake her world and be the same fucking bitch you were ten years ago, I will personally kill you.”

“What if I came here to mend the past?” Wanda finally whispered, and Natasha could hear the lost tinge in her tone.

The former spy shrugged, this time around her face broke into a sympathetic stare.

“Then you better be sure this is what you want, because she won’t make it easy on you.”

Natasha then turned around and left.

Wanda stood in the hall alone, the silence deafening while her eyes stared into the picture Natasha had handed over. It was a picture of the both of you, the second anniversary. You two had sneaked around in secret, you had the whole day planned out and it was the very first time the both of you had talked about the future. Wanda brushed her thumb on the picture, she was wearing the pendant you had given to her, her name had been written inside the gem and you had whispered sweet promises that night.

Alone, cold and lost, Wanda placed the picture back on the table and decided to go back to her room.

Natasha was right about something; Wanda was still in love with you and she had come all the way to Norway to see you…to hope.

Only to discover you were no longer at arm’s length but far away from her.

Once more, Wanda lost everything she had loved.

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all the love in the world | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.1K

⇝ rating: 18+, mature.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, engaged!au, fluff and smut.

⇝ summary: as hard to believe as it may seem, bakugou lives for time off, where the days begin with him waking up by your side and  end with him falling asleep right next to you, while he thinks of all the ways he can love you during the hours in between.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy domestic bakugou ( i think this needed a warning okay? ), smut ( characters aged up to 20s ), soft morning sex, fingering ( female recieving ), dry humping, light!praise, heavy!breeding kink, switch!reader, dom!bakugou.

⇝ author’s note(s): hellooo my loves ! as a celebration of me reaching 100+ followers, i bring you my very first written imagine !! i love the idea of domestic baku so i hope you enoy reading as i did writing !! special thanks to @ozzy-bozzy​ for the teddy bear bracelets idea hehe

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katsuki bakugou considered himself to be a very lucky person.

when he was younger he’d been blessed by a powerful quirk which only lead him to exceed his classmates back in U.A. he’d graduated said school’s hero course top of his class, even if he’d failed his provisionals the first time round— nothing could stop him from becoming the best.

so when the hot headed blonde bagged the role of side kick at a top hero agency and then launched himself to the highest points in the hero charts as a pro later on, katsuki felt like all of his dreams had come true.

that was until, he’d proposed to you.

you were katsuki’s final dream, for him to wait for you at the end of the aisle— your watery smile just for him. 

that’s the vision he saw in his sleep. when you had said yes to him, the night you got engaged under the stars and amongst the roses, it was then that the explosive hero had realised how lucky he truly was.

he had loved you for a long time, katsuki had— he almost couldn’t remember the time when he hadn’t. in the time that you’d spent together; soft gazes and lingering touches, you’d taught him a lot and he’d learned through your tolerance and generosity, something that had rubbed off on him, something he’d so desperately needed to cool down his hot demeanour.

he was grateful for a lot of things, all of the things you’d taught him— but mostly the entirety of you. while you’d always said that neither of you completed each other and only made one another better, bakugou knew that his life would be complete with you in it forever.

 he knew  from the moment you’d pinned him down underneath you during training back in high school— that he was going to make you his wife someday.

“jesus katsu, why’re you up s’early? it’s supposed to be our day off,” you mumble into your silk sheets; his scent sewn into your pillows. katsuki likes the orange silk that lines your bed; mostly because of the colour and partly because other fabrics irritate his skin. with sleepy eyes, you blink up at the blonde and catch him staring mid act. like always, bakugou looks away with a heated blush and paws it away from his cheeks. “whatcha lookin’ at dummy?”

one of kastuki’s favourite things is the way you look when you first wake up, groggily rubbing the sleep away from your eyes with a pout on your lips as the sun hits your face just right— creating a halo effect around you, like you’re his guardian angel…but he wouldn’t ever admit that to you, at least not until his wedding vows. “it’s the only time i get to look at you without hearin’ the dumb shit that comes out your mouth, woman.” katsuki grumbles back, finally meeting your eyes again.  

he can clearly see the love glittering your irises and the faint smile that plays teasingly on your lips as if you know that he’s joking. unwillingly; bakugou feels himself mirror the grin that you bare and a happy warmth then spreads across his chest.

“we still have the whole day ahead for you to ogle me like that katsuki bakugou,” you hum sweetly, the tail end of your words falling into a light giggle. the ash blonde feels his heart flutter just from the sound; a candied melody to his ears that he could never get tired of hearing. 

reaching over your shoulder, katsuki uses his warm hands to roll you over onto his awaiting lap. 

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as the sheets fall from your body to reveal yourself in one of his shirts with an old merch design and your fingers weave their way into his pretty blonde hair. 

now that you’re in his lap; the pro hero can see the smirk making its way into your face as you look down at him lovingly. “seems like you were doing more than just looking baby…”

your hips grind down against your lover’s now prominent erection that sits hidden in his dark sweats— earning a slight gasp from the man himself. “s-shut up, dumbass…” bakugou growls through gritted teeth while you move above him. 

his words stay lodged in his throat, he wants to tell you that you’re always on his mind no matter what he’s doing or looking at but instead they die down as he drops his head to your neck, leaving sweet kisses along the column of it.

early morning love making with you was what katsuki bakugou considered one of his many blessings. he loves being this close to you— feeling every dip in your skin and kissing every mark on your body, his lips work their way up from your jawline to your chin and finally attempting to land a solid kiss to your own lips.

“nuh, katsu—“ your breathless whine fills the air, sending shivers down the spine of the man below you. he moves up to kiss you again, gripping your hips tightly while your movements begin to sync. “no, morning…morning breath…”

bakugou huffs, hand finding the back of your head to tilt it down into a soft liplock— contrasting with the harshness of his earlier movements. “fuck morning breath, i haven’t made love to you properly in a fucking week so let me kiss you. fuck.” usually, katsuki would have added his salty pet name of ‘shitty woman’ to the tail end of his phrases but he bites his tongue, saving it for later.

you give into your fiancé then, falling in love with the way his lips meld against yours so passionately all over again. fingers that belong to bakugou dance underneath your shirt, finding you bare within the fabric. one hand slips between your plush thighs, smoothly rubbing circles into your swelling clit ever so gently.

your breath hitches as katsuki traps you under his touch, playing with your folds as they begin to grow slick and form a wet patch on his deep grey sweats, making him groan. 

the explosive pro pushes two of his digits past your entrance, curling them and watching with sparkling scarlet eyes as your mouth hangs open in of the prettiest moans katsuki’s ever heard— his mouth falls open with you while your head tilts back, exposing your sweat glimmering skin to the sun’s rays. “feel good baby? yeah, you like that?” he mumbles condescendingly, slowly pumping them inside of you. “yeah you do,  yeah you fuckin’ do.”

“yeah, katsu...more…” a  breathless moan escapes you with every thrust of bakugou’s hot fingers, the cheeky bastard setting off small scale explosions to stimulate you from within. he’s hot, the heat from his body filling the space between you and spreading right down to your glistening mound— causing slick to gush from your tiny abused hole. 

you can feel his cock pulse beneath you with every twist of his fingers to reach that spongy pleasure spot deep within your leaking hot walls.

katsuki’s thick fingers stretch open your tiny hole, making your mouth water at the thought of his weighty cock being the next thing press into you but your raging thoughts are swiftly interrupted by your fiancé— who pulls from you completely and sucks the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean of your sweet nectar.

katsuki keeps his vermillion eyes locked on you, the lewd action making saliva pool on your tongue. his own pink muscle darts out to wet his lips, no doubt spreading the taste of you across them before making a move to kiss you. 

the pro is quickly stopped, your hands that once roamed his bare back and messed hair, now pinning his own above his head.

bakugou is a strong man, he wouldn’t have been a top hero if he wasn’t— he trained constantly and sparred often with his fellow heroes but he doesn’t resist when you grip his wrists in your free hand, releasing his hard cock from it’s restraints before it slaps against his well toned stomach.

milky precum leaks against his warm skin, while you prepare yourself to mount him. the pair of you let out a groan in unison as you sink down on the hero’s thick length— as if the tensions and stresses of the week have melted away just him being sheathed inside of you.

“mnnn, so fuckin’ tight baby, gonna need to fuck you open again…”

bakugou’s voice is low and gravelly from the early morning, just how you like as his hips roll up into yours— further pushing his fat cock into you. his tip barely grazes your cervix  as you set the pace, lifting yourself up and down to bounce on your lover’s length. 

the way you feel inside, your soft velvety walls and gushing pussy make him buck up into you with more fever, as his own symphony of moans and weightless gasps dance through your ears. “yeah? take this pussy katsuki…m-make it yours,” you sigh, grip on his wrists loosening to the point where you set him free.  the blonde’s hands immediately move to grip your ass tightly— smirking at you lazily while the pads of his fingers sink into your flesh.

you look beautiful to him, bouncing on his cock and dripping all over his pelvis under the early morning sun, the way the gold lights up your hazy lust filled eyes.  

the fire of desire burns brightly in the depths of katsuki’s stomach, love finds its way into each of his thrusts from then on— mind clouding with the desire to fill you up so good with his love as the leaking  head of his thick girth drags against your walls, prodding at the spot that has you seeing stars. “that’s right yn baby…fuck that cock, fuck yeah baby,” he whispers brokenly to you, chest rising and falling desperately while sweat beads on his hairline. “love you, love you s’much...”

bakugou watches your gaze on him soften at his confession, the words he doesn’t say often but shows you everyday still hanging in the thick, warm air.  “i love you katsu, p-please,” your erratic thrusts slow to somewhat of a passionate grind, two lovers pressed hotly against one another as the sounds of your moans twist with that of skin on skin.

knot in your stomach tightening, katsuki can feel your release creeping on you from the way you clench around him at every plunge deep inside your sweet hole. strong arms wrap around you, katsuki noticing how you shake from pleasure above him while he brings you down onto loving thrusts as if to draw you closer. 

“gonna cum!”

your fiancé nods into your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your back as he pulls out of your heat completely and earns a needy whine from you. your hole spasms around nothing, right on the edge of release before bakugou forces his girth back into your accepting pushing. “cum for me angel, right on this cock,” he pants, holding you close while he rocks into you. “i've got you baby, let it all out…”

“mph, baku-! oh !”

hips stilling above his, you scratch and claw at any part of bakugou’s skin that you can— shaking as your release splashes against him, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head and white spots dancing across your vision. the tightness of your heat drives the pro right over the edge, hot ropes of thick cum painting your insides white as his release reaches your womb.

the pair of you lay still, catching your breath as you collapse forward on your lover’s chest. while your breathing slows, katsuki rubs warming circles into your back to help calm you down— only smiling softly when you look up at him with clear, affectionate eyes. “did so good for me yn, fuckin’ love it when you take my cock like that first thing in the morning,” his words are soft on his usually sharp tongue, bakugou smoothing a thumb over your cheek while using a forefinger to tilt your head up into a sweet kiss

“always and only for you, my love,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut at the simple gesture even after you pull away. “and if you keep cummin’ in me like that katsuki ‘m gonna end up pregnant one of these days…”

bakugou smirks, pressing smaller kisses all over your face to make you giggle. you smile and greedily accept each one, loving the these tender moments between yourself and your fiancé.  “maybe that’s the fucking point, dumbass,”  he quips, biting on your cheek after landing a kiss there. “trying to put a shitty little brat in you.”

despite the small bite to his words, a blush still manages to creep its way onto katsuki’s face as you lay your head down on his chest with a smack to his waist. the ash blonde means every word and you know it too, he can tell by the knowing smile and slight gleam in your eye.

you fall back asleep not long after bakugou cleans you up.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy counting every mark and bite he’d left on you as he tenderly wiped between your thighs and massaged over your skin. 

but he loved how cute you looked when curled up on his chest more, your hand clings to bakugou’s shoulder as if to check he’s still there even in your sleep— giving the hero ample opportunity to play with the ‘teddy bear’ bracelet thats cuffed to your wrist. you’d made it for one of your anniversaries; matching the ‘grizzly bear’ one on his own.

prying himself from your arms is no easy task for katsuki, your grip on him like an adorable iron vice or a child with a teddy bear. after setting himself free, the ash blonde with the crimson eyes heads down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you— it was some what of a routine on your days off together, you always got the munchies after sex and bakugou knew just how to soothe your roaring appetite.

as he worked with the eggs and other breakfast ingredients, katsuki thought back to how much you praised him for his skills in the kitchen— he knew how much you loved his cooking and he would do anything to see you smile.

“god katsuki, i might have to start taking more days off it means i get to see my grizzly bear in the kitchen like this,” you hum from place leaning against the door frame. 

your fiancé turns round to face you with a light smirk, glimmering eyes inviting you further into the room. the explosive pro holds the sizzling pan he’d taken off the stove high above your head as you cuddle into his side, breathing in his warm caramel scent.

katsuki clicks his tongue, staring down at you fondly. “tell that to the fucking villains who fuck up the city every other day, maybe then we’d have more time to relax.” he counters, pulling a sweet chuckle from your sweet lips.

“if we start handing out your cooking, they’ll probably start turning themselves in!” you tease your lover back, swiping a bit of the pancakes from the pan above your head. katsuki grumbles and pats your ass indulgently— the supple skin peaking out from under the shirt that’s found it’s way back over your form. it’s a silent scold for eating before he’s fixed you a plate of all your favourites.

as usual bakugou pulls out your chair at the table, pressing his lips to your hairline before putting your steaming plate in front of you. your mouth waters while katsuki takes his seat opposite you with rolling eyes as he watches you tuck in to your breakfast. 

the entirety of your meal is filled with lingering gazes and hums of delight while you eat, almost as if you’re back on your first date ( bakugou spent half of the time watching you eat rather than doing so himself, but he just wanted to see if you liked the place ). 

leaning over the table to wipe syrup from your chin, the blonde smirks— quiet words falling calmly from his lips. “what do you want to do today, sweetheart?”

the birds chirps lovingly outside of your window, dancing under the sunshine— they remind you of your early mentor and often patrol partner hawks, who you needed to remember to invite to dinner soon. 

the weather is nice today and that gives you an idea. “let’s go out,” your eyes sparkle with a million dreams, each one bakugou wants to live out with you. “to the park with the roses, the pink ones where you—“

“where i proposed, got it,” katsuki smiles, the fond memory catching the tail end of his words. “i hear they introduced some new blooms too.”

you mirror his expression; stabbing your fork through a strawberry in the bowl of fresh fruit your lover had prepared for you. you hold the fork out to his lips and watch amusedly as he chomps the fruit from its place. “care to escort me, lover bear?”

“who else is going to? dumbass.”

“miss nightsky ! will ya sign my bag!”

“that’s a nice bag sweet one, you sure i can sign it?”

katsuki loves the way you are with kids, even though you’re a massive child yourself.

the pair of you decided to walk to the park; since the nice weather held up and it wasn’t too far from your private neighbourhood— even though it took a little longer to get there than expected. 

not that either of you minded, but many curious fans stopped to talk and ask for pictures; some even asked for autographs which you happily gave them. while the mighty ground zero was slightly grumbly about it, he adored how kind and patient you were with everyone you met no matter how old they were.

his vermillion eyes, though brownish looking under golden light, sparkle as you ruffle the little kid’s hair and wave politely to their awaiting parents. bakugou wants to have kids with you one day. 

it was something he hadn’t really thought about until recently, he knew it would be difficult, with both of you reaching the heights of your careers and the pair of you were still very private about your relationship as well, with word of your recent engagement already slipping into the tabloids.

there was no doubt that they’d speculate about your marriage too, no matter how private you kept it. keeping a child secret would be even harder. 

and yet; the thought of you holding a baby…his baby would, on some nights lull him to sleep.

you squeal like a little girl when the ash blonde stops to buy you an ice cream from a van by the entrance of the park; he can’t stand how much you love mint chocolate chip but buys you a towering double scoop anyways.  “how do you even eat that toothpastey shit?” bakugou grumbles, finishing off his orange popsicle as you walk into the flower garden.

“says the one who likes orange, you have no taste katsuki bakugou.” you chide but take his freehand nonetheless. the explosive pro’s thumb brushes over the back of your hand while you make your way through and he can’t help but pluck one of the pretty blooms from the bushes to tuck behind your ear.

you scold him for taking the flowers but your smile betrays you as katsuki dips you for a honeyed kiss on the lips. 

he’s never one for PDA but this was your spot, here just last year bakugou had sunk to his knees in front of you with an expensive diamond ring you were eyeing months before ( you would never say anything but katsuki always picked up on these things ). 

he would also never admit it, but his hand shook with every word that passed his lips and you were sure he had been crying harder than you were while he slipped a ring on your finger.

your secret kisses and tangled limbs hiding deep in the rose bushes are soon completely soaked by an onslaught of unexpected rain.

you shriek at the rain while katsuki grabs your hand, free arms thrown over your heads as you make a dash from the flower garden and head for the main streets in order to catch a bus.

the pair of you giggle as you stumble onto the vehicle, ringing out your drenched clothes and wiping at your wet faces as it heads home. bakugou pulls you into his arms, head resting atop yours to draw you closer— the heat from his quirk allows him to keep you warm and you get a load full of his sugary scent as well ( not that you mind ).

you stay like that on through the rustling traffic, cuddling like a cat to your heated fiancé but a tug on the bottom of bakugou’s wet shirt captures your attention. the pair of you look down to catch the innocent eyes belonging to a darling little girl. “u-uh h-hi mister gwound zewo!” the little one stumbles through her words and in the corner of your eyes you can spot the girl’s mother and give her a reassuring grin.

bakugou’s gaze softens at the curly haired girl and releases you to crouch down to her level despite the shaking bus.  his hand still holds onto yours though. 

he ruffles her hair with his free hand, making your heart warm— there was a side of katsuki the public never really got to see, where the hotheaded pro could be tender and quiet and often quite reserved. 

the media got a kick out of playing on the ash blonde’s explosive nature but moments like this let the real bakugou shine through.

“hey there kiddo, whatcha’ got there?” katsuki mumbles delicatley, noticing the girl hiding something behind her back.

“tisswue! for my favouwite hewo!” the little one says, gingerly holding it out to the blonde’s wet face for him to use. bakugou taps his cheek and cleans closer to let the little girl wipe his face with a tiny chubby hand. they chatter for the rest of the ride home— the girl bashfully twirling her hair around her fingers as katsuki compliments her quirk.

leaning your head on katsuki’s soused shoulder while you walk home, you look up at him with an adoring expression, wondering what he’d be like with a little girl of your own. “that was quiet adorable mister ground zero, you stole my hear away!” you tease, kissing your linked hands.

“yeah? well don’t get used to it shitty woman.” he says through gritted teeth and marches you both through the rain to get you home but the blush on his face tells you otherwise. if you ever had a daughter, you could only imagine what he’d be like with her.

katsuki heads straight for the shower when you get in, leaving you to pick a movie and order takeout as you’d discussed on the way home.

it was a regular routine for you both on nights off; you always picked the movie because if you left it up to your fiancé you’d end up watching some boring documentary on all might or cooking ( he was a closeted nerd at heart ). 

you settle on a cheesy romcom that you’ve seen about a hundred times because for one;  it’s your favourite and two, you’ll never get tired of seeing bakugou cry towards the end of the movie.

“take out should be here in twenty!” you call to your lover, when he passes by you to enter your living room.

“got it, now go wash up before you catch a cold, stupid—“ the ends of katsuki’s words are cut off by your stream of giggles, bouncing off your cream coloured walls. your ash blonde fiancé has half a mind to curse you out for slapping his ass through his fresh set of sweat pants but rolls his eyes nonetheless. 

he finishes pulling his tank top over his head while heading deeper into the room, not wanting to answer the door without one ( as much as your regular delivery driver would like that ).

while in the shower, you manage to scrub away stains of the rain and soreness from the day— washing over sweet love marks from katsuki with pride. a temporary reminder of his eternal love for you and you only. 

there’s already a change of clothes waiting for you when you step out of the shower; one of his old shirts and a set of boxers that you slip into comfortably. your nostrils are filled with nothing but the alluring scent of burning sugar, the traces left by bakugou himself.

he’s already munching on a box of tempura by the time you’ve headed back downstairs, crimson eyes light up when they land on you and you make a dive for the couch— rolling into katsuki’s side. “did you tip the delivery driver?” you ask, watching as your fiancé dips a piece of the food into some sauce before he holds it up to your lips.

“damn right i did, i didn’t wanna though…they kept staring at my arms,” bakugou revels in the way you laugh around the piece of food he pushes into your mouth. you chew with a grateful smile, the look of amusement never leaving your pretty face. “whatcha laughin’ at dumbass?”

“i think you forget how much the public loves your arms, ground zero.”

as soon as you press play on the movie, time seems to fly away from you both— the air is filled with streams of laughter and moments where you swipe from one another’s plates, picking on one another fondly. somehow by the time the film reaches it’s climax the food has been devoured and you’ve ended up huddling into bakugou’s chest. 

fingers laced with yours, bakugou twirls the diamond engagement ring you have on, around your finger, smiling at the precious reminder that you’re to be his forever and always.  “where do you think we’ll be in the future?” you question quietly, nuzzling into your fiancé’s side.

“married, of course.” crimson eyes find yours in the dimly lit room, almost rolling annoyance as if your question is the dumbest thing in the world. in response, you lean up and squish the explosive pro’s cheeks together and beam up at him while he scowls at you.

“stupid, you know that’s not what i meant,” the words despite harsh, leave your lips dreamily and a contented expression crosses your face. “i see us with kids, in a house much bigger than this one and a backyard that stretches for miles and miles—“ your words die warmly in your throat, figuring that you’ve gotten slightly carried away with the fanticies you’ve made for yourself and katsuki. 

in your mind, you can’t help but conjour up a litter of tiny bakugou’s running around a plush green garden— maybe a little dog too and your heart swells in your chest at the idea.

the hot head squeezes your hand, resurfacing you from your sea of thoughts. “you want kids? with me?” his voice is barely above a whisper, all of his vulnerabilities splayed out in the tone as he looks at you warmly.

“a whole family with you, as many as you want.”

suddenly, bakugou has you flipped onto your back and pinned underneath his muscular frame. 

his warm breath fans across your face making your eyes fall heavy with adoration. “four.” the blonde grunts, swooping down to brush his lips gently across yours, not quite kissing you much to your dismay. “i want four of those snotty little gremlins with you, maybe have the fifth by accident and then we’ll get a big fucking house for them to destroy—“

“f-five kids katsu?” you gasp out your words at katsuki starts to press increasingly harsh kisses to your jawline, settling on your neck while he licks over bites he’d left earlier today. 

bakugou murmurs something about ‘you said as many as i want’ before he’s growling at your hands that find their way into his blonde locks, tugging on them tightly as pleasure overwhelms your senses. 

he hums against your sweet skin, finding his place between your legs at the same time as his thoughts take him away from you. he’d love to see you pregnant, so full of his love and his children.

the movie is long forgotten by now as lust settles in every corner of the room. hands push beneath your shirt, groping and massaging your breasts to pull all sorts of sounds from you. 

bakugou forces a knee between your thighs, finally capturing your lips in a hungry and heated kiss— his tongue slips in your mouth after he pinches your thigh, fighting yours in a passionate dance for dominance. “gonna fuck a shitty little brat into you, yn,” katsuki almost whines as he pulls away from your inviting lips to press your foreheads together. you look gorgeous beneath him, flustered with swollen lips from each of your rough kisses and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re thinking the same about him. “gonna fill you up so good, gonna make pretty babies with you, hah?”

“ka-katsuki!” you can’t help but mewl at his breathless sinful words while you fist at his tank top. everything is hot, burning hot and you grind up into him with a newfound desperation, the friction against his hardening length sending your eyes rolling with ecstasy.. “we’re not even— mmm god, right there— we’re not even married yet!”

“gonna be at some point, why waste time fucking trying? not when i can cum in you and give you one right fucking now—“  bakugou moans heavily into your ear, diving back into a sloppy kiss as he fumbles around with the string of his sweatpants. 

you’re whimpering out for him, pulling the blonde into a lustful trance while you make a move to kick off your underwear when the sound of shattering glass pierces through the bubble of horniness you’ve both created. “shit.”

you both freeze and your matching gazes drop to the floor; a rapidly growing stain of red wine spilling onto the carpet under the coffee table your take out was on. 

the fluffy white rug had been a housewarming gift that katsuki begrudgingly accepted from your old school friend and fellow pro, izuku midoriya— so the sight of the now ruined rug makes you both burst out into harmonious laughter. you’re sure the number one wouldn’t mind. it’d make a great wedding story too.

you focus your eyes back on katsuki, cupping his face as that same love filled smile from earlier returns to your face. ”let’s start trying tomorrow, then?”

“tomorrow it is.” bakugou grins back, dotting your hairline with sweet pecks before cuddling into you.

baby making can wait for now, he supposes, for with another day off— he has all the time and all the love in the world to give to you.

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

Lycan!Karl heisenberg x lycan!reader

Reader finds a box of puppies and decides to bring them home,not realizing they're a bunch of wolf pups. Parental instincts kick in for the reader

Short little drabble,no smut,just some good ol fluff

Your lover had gone out to a meeting wit the other lords,leaving you to do chores for the day but he left money for you to get things from the duke. Unfortunately the duke was not in the factory but the village,you knew what precautions to take as you got ready for the long walk to the Duke. Already done cleaning up the shared bedroom and even tidied up his workshop and organized his work for him.

The factory was warmer than it was outside, you stepping outside to feel the chilly air then ran back inside when it was deemed too cold to walk outside in your normal attire. You decided to dress in the spare old coat he gave you,enoying how warm it was when you put it on. It faintly smelt of him if you focused hard enough. You pit on a scarf,some gloves and put an extra layer of clothing on before you left for the duke.

What seemed to be minutes passed but in reality walking to the village took atleast thirty minutes in good weather. Your face was red from the cold as you gathered the bag of money in your hand,rounding the cart to see the duke laughing happily with a villaget you haven't seen. They left as soon as they saw you,a fearful look in their eye as they sped away. The duke only laughed,beconing you to take a look at his wares.

"Anything new?" You asked softly.

"A few coats,some herbs and animal food" he said,gesturing you to the boxes of soft wet foods made for cats and bags of dry food for dogs and a few play pens for small animals.

The duke turned away to grab something,letting you scan over the wares,picking things up to look at them then put it back down. Now deep in thought as the duke handed you Karl's normal order of supplies for cigars,liquor and a few newspapers. You sighed,nothing peaking your interest then nodded at the duke and handed him his lei for the order. A noise brought you and him out of thought,both you and the duke turning to see where it came from.

You followed the small noises,coming up to a bush that had something hidden underneath it. Your nose picked up a familar scent,the scent of a dog that wasn't a lycan. You pushed the bush around to see a box of small puppies that were covered with a few blankets. You took the box out,peeking inside then gasping when a few gray colored puppies peaked their head out. One puppy was a brilliant ebony black while another was a stark snowy white in color. They had their eyes open,looking to be around a few months old if not more.

The duke laughed and called you over,handing you a box of soft canned foods and a bag of dry food. He managed to help you hold the play pen while also holding the box so you won't fall.

"How much will this be?" You asked

"10 lei for all of it" he said cheerfully,you knew the price tag was too low for your liking so you put down the bag of lei then walked off,ignoring how the duke called after you to give the money back. All you were focussed on was getting the puppies back and not run into any of your fellow lycans.

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The trip back to the factory was silent for karl minus the crunching of snow beneath his feet. He had passed the duke and was given a bag of lei without any words spoken. He nodded his head in a kind way,even cracking a smile before walking back the rest of the way to the factory. He could pick up your scent,the snow picking back up and covering it up but he could always tell between yours and a lowly lycan.

When he got back to the factory,it was oddly silent minus the machinery in the lower parts of the factory. He closed the massive doors without even turning to, now quickly making his way down the stairs to find you. He sniffed the air,finding your scent mixed with one of a dog-or multiple if he could tell through the scents. He followed it to the shared bedroom you both slept in,fearing that a lycan got in and hurt you.

He heard the sounds before he turned the corner,a tiny howling sound then you happily laughing after. He heard you howl which proceeded to make a Tiny chorus of howls fill the factory. He took careful steps to the door,seeing you in a rather large playpen with a box on the outside of it.

"Oh you are so fierce!" You said in a playful way as a puppy snapped at your finger,growling when you let it bite at your finger and tug at it. Ir didn't hurt at all,enjoying the way the puppy growled and nipped at your finger.

"Now now..." he started when he leaned over the playpen,the ebony black puppy growling at him and stood inbetween you and him. He took his hat off then his sunglasses,stepping into the playpen then sat down next to your nervous form.

"Sorry..." you said softly,expecting him to lash out but his reaction was the opposite,a large happy smile appeared when the puppy jumped into his lap and growled at him.

"Why are you sorry? These little things are adorable!" He said loudly. A part in him wanted to scold you for bringing said puppies into the factory but he knew you would do this within reason. He figured out the reason when he took his gloves off and felt how cold they were.

"I think they think I'm their mother/father-" you said,laying down to demonstrate as the puppies swarmed to your side and crawled on top of you to lay there,nipping at your clothing then stopped when karl tried to grab one. The black puppy snapped at him,growling as he grabbed his sibling but you sat up and began to pet the small pup.

Karl could see the happiness in your eyes,your expression clear of any unhappiness as you watched the bundles play with one another. He could see the joy when one came close and decided to lick his hand in order to get his attention. Karl scooped the puppy up,laughing at the shocked look on its face when he held it like a baby. He could get a good look at it now,determining what kind of dog it was. Only thats when he realized it wasn't a dog pup.

It was a wolf pup and so were the others

[aereres]

Loving You Was Worth It - Mick Schumacher | Rock Band AU

Summary: Arts student Aleena didn’t think her life could be considered unique: her days, which consisted of studying and painting, were anything but interesting. Though, when Mick, frontman of the band Chordback, crosses her path in the best possible way, everything takes a turn.

A/N: Low-key loved editing this! Part two of my Rock Band AU, hope you enoy!

Word Count: 10,3k

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, light angst, mentions of fighting, overall fluff.

In his entire lifetime, Mick had probably been at the public library twice. He had always been a noisy kid - with a mouth he could never shut and the attention span of a goldfish, as his mother liked to say - so, truly, the library had never been his place.

He had never been too interested in books or in the quiet that made his ears ring, at least until that exact moment. Mick entered the library he had passed by too many times to even remember with nothing in his mind, a headache from the long flight interrupting any possible train of thoughts.

The building was as quiet as he remembered it to be but, as an adult, the silence was much more appreciated. The smell of old books filled his nostrils just as he noticed the old librarian sit at his desk, his eyes hidden behind a thick pair of glasses.

As he looked in front of himself and noticed the few people sitting at desks, heads buried in books, he started feeling nervous. For some reason, he was scared he might get judged, as if everyone behind the thick glass doors could tell he had never been at a library before.

He was an adult, though, and he had learned to ignore what people thought about him from the moment Chordback had taken off: some people inside a library weren’t going to bite. Right?

As he opened the doors and stepped inside the ancient building, its tall ceilings engulfed him in a comfortable embrace. The air was slightly cold, but he knew the goosebumps covering his arms weren’t caused by the chill. They were the results of his amazement.

For a moment, Mick asked himself just why he hadn’t explored the building before, but kept it to himself as he walked past the numerous tall bookcases. He didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, rather taking some time to actually think about the real reason he had stepped inside the library in the first place.

The band.

He needed to clear his mind, understand what was going wrong between him and his closest friends. The fights, the loud silence that had been filling their penthouse ever since the disagreements had started - everything was too much.

An album was in the making, a tour was going to follow up soon after and, as the frontman, all the stress was on his shoulders. He didn’t even know how he could deal with it, sometimes.

His body took a turn, stepping in the arts aisle as he stayed in his thoughts, not even noticing the body standing next to him.

There was a nightmare that had kept him up many times, and it was Charles leaving the band. As much as Mick hated the arguments that the guitarist often started, the thoughts of him leaving the band always left him scared.

What the hell would they do, without Charles?

“Greek art?”

The sound of a sweet voice snapped him out of his troubled thoughts, his eyes snapping towards a smaller woman standing right beside him.

“Oh- uh, no,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know why I’m here, to be honest,”

The girl giggled lightly, looking briefly at him before pointing towards a book too far away for her to reach. “Would you mind grabbing that one for me?”

He didn’t even think about it, letting his arm rise until his fingertips ghosted over the back of the large book, carefully slipping it away from its spot. There was a moment of silence as he handed the book to the woman, a smile on his lips.

“Thank you…”

“Mick,” he said, letting his eyes actually focus on her features. The girl was unconventionally pretty, and even though she seemed ready to leave him behind, he wanted one more second with her. “You- you’re welcome…”

“Aleena,”

She turned on her heels soon after mumbling out her name, her sweet smile still painting her lips as she headed back to her chair. Aleena, he repeated her name in his head. Aleena.

Even if the conversation had been short, Mick couldn’t keep himself from smiling giddily, something inside him making the cold exterior snap. As he left the aisle and let his eyes scan the main hall where all the tables were located, his brain felt empty again. His only thought was to see her one more time.

She had disappeared, though. In the mass of people that crowded the public library, her light eyes didn’t catch his, and neither did her chestnut ponytail. Left with nothing but just his internal thoughts, he left the building in hopes of seeing her again.

And he did.

He stepped back inside the library the day after, and there she was. Aleena was sitting at a desk on her own, eyes focused on the words in her book as she bit her lip, probably trying to concentrate.

Mick had stopped at a coffee shop just before entering the building, grabbing a cup of coffee for himself and the girl he hoped to get to know - or, at least, he hoped to see again.

The library wasn’t as crowded as it was the day prior, so it didn’t take long for him to recognize her. As he seemingly confidently strode towards her, his shoulders stiffened, nerves eating him up alive.

“Hey,” he whispered, sitting in front of her just as her light eyes lifted themselves from her page, a smile forming on her lips.

“Mick, hi,” she said, voice just as sweet as he remembered it to be. “What are you doing here?”

“Came by to keep you company. I also brought you a drink,” he admitted confidently, ignoring the way his cheeks started burning after his statement. “But I didn’t know what was your order, so I settled for tea,”

Her sweet laugh filled his ears, his heart skipping lightly as he pushed her cup in her direction. “I don’t drink coffee, so you did great,” she mumbled, taking a sip of her drink. “Thank you, Mick. I really needed it,”

“No problem,”

Silence settled between them as her eyes cast back to her book, so he took his time to get comfortable in his chair. He wasn’t planning on leaving the library until she did - or until she asked him to out of discomfort -, so he popped an earbud in and pressed play on his playlist.

Lost in his thoughts, he sipped on his lukewarm coffee and closed his eyes. He had important tasks to get done by the end of the day, but he couldn’t care less. He felt at peace inside the silence of the library, and sitting right in front of him was the girl that hadn’t left his mind. The world could wait a little more.

“Alright, really. Why are you here, Mick?” Aleena asked, a hint of confusion in her voice as she let herself look at him in the eyes. “I’m pretty sure you’re not a perv or anything, but I gotta ask you this for my own safety,”

Mick stilled for a moment, shoulders tensing as he tried to find a response to her question. “I, uh- I probably look like a fool, right now,” he sighed, rubbing his forehead as he looked at Aleena. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, I’ll leave-”

“No!”

Her response was loud enough to gain a few hushing words, the eyes of a few annoyed people making her clasp a hand to her mouth. “I was just wondering what your intentions were,”

“Oh, uh-” Mick mumbled, leg bouncing. “I guess I met you yesterday and thought we should have gotten to know each other? God, I’m making this so awkward,”

Aleena laughed, receiving another round of pissed off words directed her way as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re an interesting guy, Mick,” she admitted. “You sure you want to spend your time with a boring arts student, though?”

“One hundred percent,” he chuckled, relaxing his shoulders just when she smiled. “So, arts student?”

“Yup,” Aleena sighed, shrugging lightly. “Don’t know why I’m still doing this, to be honest,”

The confused glance Mick sent her way was enough to make her chuckle and shut her book, slipping it inside her tote bag. “Why don’t we go outside? The guy down there seems ready to kill us,”

Mick repressed a laugh, grabbing both their cups as he lifted himself up from the chair, waiting for his new acquaintance to be ready to leave. He watched Aleena sling her bag over her shoulder, lightly sweeping the table with her hand to leave it clean for whoever was going to use it later.

As she reached his side, they walked past the half-empty library in silence, reaching the exit before Mick even knew it. She waved the librarian goodbye, opening the door and letting the warm late-summer air hit her skin.

“So, you don’t like what you’re doing?” Mick asked, trying to figure out what she had meant just earlier as they walked down the road.

“I mean, I don’t hate it. It’s just not what I want to do,” she confessed.

“What’s your dream, then?”

“Becoming a surgeon,” Aleena said, laughing slightly. “So far away from art, right?”

Mick laughed, stuffing his hands inside his pockets as silence formed between the two of them. Aleena was silently leading the way - probably towards her apartment - and it led Mick to think just how little of London he actually knew.

Aleena knew her way around the city, while he could barely even reach the band’s favorite café without using his GPS.

“Uh, are you a student?” She asked, voice small as she looked up at him.

“No- no I’m not,” Mick chuckled, biting his lip gingerly before letting his eyes meet hers again. “I’m the frontman of a band,”

There was a second of shock passing through her eyes, but she smiled. “That’s cool,” she mumbled. “You play the guitar or something?”

“Bass, but I’m also the lead,”

“Hmm,” she hummed, looking ahead of herself as Mick tried to calm himself down. In some way, he hoped she didn’t know who he was - he knew just how messy things could become if she knew about his public image. “This is me,”

He realized they had come to a halt just when he saw an apartment complex. Aleena was standing by the few steps that led to the entrance, a smile on her lips. “Thank you for keeping me company,”

“Thank you for not thinking I was a weirdo,” Mick chuckled. “I’m not, by the way,”

“I figured,” Aleena giggled. Her hands wandered inside her tote, grabbing what he could only guess was a pen before gently touching his arm, bringing it close to her. The pen tickled his skin as she scribbled digits on it, letting her eyes meet his just when ten numbers had been marked on his forearm. “We should hang out again,”

“We should,” Mick chuckled, loving the way her cheeks turned a peachy color. “I’ll see you soon, then?”

“Count on it,”

-----

Aleena, as much as she tried, couldn’t keep the bright smile off her lips. It didn’t matter what she was doing: whether she was making her lunch, studying her ass off, or starting off a sketch, her mouth was curled up in a smile.

The cause of it most certainly wasn’t Greek art, and even Eve - her flatmate - could tell. It was all because of Mick’s text. One stupid, small text that could mean so many things.

Friday, 7 p.m. I’ll pick you up.

Theoretically, a text wasn’t supposed to make her feel giddy - at least not at the age of twenty-two -, but the mysterious lead of a still unnamed band had already found a spot in her heart, even if they had met just twice.

She couldn’t even blame it on the smallest things like his smile, or his gray orbs. From the small pieces of character she had picked up on, Mick seemed like a good guy. He wasn’t invasive, and he sure did seem consistent.

“Okay, spill the tea, now,” Eve spat out from the couch, where she was crocheting another winter hat, the one she had been making for her still unborn nephew. “I’m fucking tired of your smitten smiles,”

“I met a guy,” Aleena admitted, her sing-song voice making her best friend scoff.

“God, it was fucking time,” the blonde mumbled. “Do I know him?”

“Well, I don’t know,”

“What’s his name?”

“Mick,”

Eve hummed, eyes still focused on the tiny hat still forming in her hands. “Where did you meet?”

“Library,”

“So, he goes to college too?”

“Nope,” Aleena said, another smile forming on her lips as she said her next few words proudly. “He plays in a band,”

Eve’s reaction was enough to make the blonde giggle, her best friend’s eyes bulging out of her skull. “A band?”

“A band,” Aleena repeated. “And we’re meeting up on Friday,”

“Damn, sister,” Eve whistled. “You won in life,”

The brunette giggled, shaking her head as she let her eyes stay on the painting she had been working on for days. The canvas was slowly starting to become colorful, but she was not done just yet. It was missing something.

As Aleena kept painting, though, she couldn’t keep Mick out of her mind, especially all the questions that had come along with his text. What were they going to do? Was it a date?

Aleena didn’t exactly know, but she was more than excited for Friday to come. As long as she was happy - she thought -, it didn’t matter that people pointed out her overly-excited smile.

Friday was just a few days away, and she couldn’t wait.

-

“Well, hi there,”

Mick chuckled as he stepped closer to where Aleena was standing, right at the top of the stairs that led to her building. The setting sun was shining over his face, giving his features a glowy look. “Hey,”

There was something in his smile she couldn’t quite place and, as he let his hand graze hers, she felt at ease in his hold. “Where are you bringing me tonight, mister?”

“That’s a surprise,” Mick said, helping her step down the stairs until she was at her normal height, ready for the short trek. “You just gotta wait and see,”

“Alright, Romeo,” Aleena giggled, starting to follow him when he let his hand grip hers gently, tugging her along. The walk - as cheesy as it sounded - was filled with small talk and looks that shouldn’t be reserved to strangers, but Aleena didn’t care.

She knew that what she was doing wasn’t safe: going out with a stranger - as much as it had been normalized by dating apps - wasn’t what she had been taught to do. But she didn’t care if she sounded stupid when she said that Mick was different, that she felt safe and happy when she was with him.

Her mind went elsewhere as they walked, but she was pushed back to her thoughts when the man by her side stopped in his tracks. “We’re here,”

In front of their eyes was the most beautiful park Aleena had ever seen: the trees were starting to tint a light shade of orange - almost ready for fall -, and the fountain in its middle was adorned by the statue of a beautiful woman.

Aleena’s eyes lit up as she looked at Mick in disbelief, wondering to herself just why she had never known about the existence of the park. “This is beautiful, Mick,”

“I thought you would have liked it here,” the frontman admitted, longingly watching her frame step closer to the statue to observe it. “This was the first place I found when I moved here. It’s kind of my secret spot,”

He had brought her to his secret spot?

“Wanna sit down?” Mick asked, voice tender as his hand placed itself on her smaller back. “I’ve got something in my car for us,”

“Sure,”

Mick disappeared, leaving her to sit on a bench and admire the statue in front of her, just how beautifully it had been made. He was back before she knew it, holding a picnic basket in his large hands, a blanket thrown over his shoulder.

“Mick-” Aleena smiled, shaking her head in disbelief as he walked towards their spot. “You didn’t have to,”

“Shut up and let me treat you to a picnic date,” he joked, placing the blanket on the mowed grass, taking her hand and helping her sit down.

“Oh, so this is a date?”

“One hundred percent,”

“Romantic,” Aleena giggled, peeking inside the basket to see a few sandwiches and fruit. “To think we just met a few days ago,”

Mick laughed, sitting beside her just to look at her in the eyes, a smile forming on his lips. Aleena felt happy as they enjoyed a night of talking, a night of getting to know each other, starting by the smallest things.

By the time the sun went down, the two of them found themselves lying on the blanket, gazing at the stars to not let the night end just yet.

“This was probably the best date of my life,” Aleena mumbled, letting a hand run through her hair. “Nothing too posh or flashy,”

There was a moment of silence as the two of them let the darkness engulf them, their hands slowly intertwining as they looked at the sky. Aleena’s heart was beating out of her chest, feelings she had never felt before making her skin tingle.

“Aleena?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t wanna fuck this up for you,” Mick mumbled. “Whatever you want this to be,”

“You won’t, Mick,”

“Trust me, eventually I’ll make things bad, that’s what I do,” the lead said, turning around to face her. “I just thought you should know, just so you could decide if it’s worth it or not,”

The look of disbelief painting Aleena’s features was enough to make him shrug. “I know we’ve met just a week ago, but I want this. It’s gonna be worth it, Mick, I know it,”

They spent a little more time stargazing as they stayed in complete silence, both in their thoughts about the conversation that had seemed to put the light-hearted laughter to an end. Aleena understood why Mick had said that, why he had given her a chance to leave just before they could both get in too deep; but she knew that whatever they would have was going to be worth it: worth the wait, worth the pain.

She wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

Mick walked her back home, taking longer than he had expected to say goodbye. He kissed her forehead, that night, and as she walked back inside her house, she realized that nothing in the world was going to stop her.

It was going to be worth it.

-----

He felt weird. It was official: Mick felt weird.

He wasn’t feeling sick, he wasn’t tired, he wasn’t in need of a break. He didn’t know what he was feeling. And he for sure didn’t know why he was writing a song.

It wasn’t like he had taken a break from that, he just hadn’t written a song on his own for ages. He was sitting on his bed - just like when he was a teenager -, writing ballad-worthy lyrics about a girl he barely even knew.

If that wasn’t already weird enough, the fact that the girl wasn’t even trying to leave his mind was making him frustrated more than he had ever been.

That girl was Aleena, and he wasn’t believing himself when he put down the lyrics that had been in his head ever since their first date, almost a month prior. Who the hell had he become?

Surely, during his first two years as a celebrity, he had taken advantage of his fame to lure groupies to his bed. Though he had matured and eventually slowed down with the daily hookups, a relationship had never been in his mind. Never.

Yet, when Aleena came along, every past choice he had made became seemingly senseless.

He held onto his guitar with everything he had as a form of support, something he needed at that exact moment. The world seemed unclear to his eyes, and he needed support.

Was he falling in love, all of a sudden?

He shrugged off the thought when his phone rang beside him, giving sound to the quite silent room. Mick’s heartbeat - as cheesy as it sounded - picked up when he noticed the name on the screen, the person who had called. He took a second to push the guitar off his lap, putting his pick between his lips before taking the call.

As he pressed the phone to his ear, the first sound he heard was the familiar giggle of the girl. The girl that couldn’t leave his mind, the girl the song was about, the girl he was slowly starting to love. He admitted it.

“Hey, rock star,” Aleena giggled, clearing her throat before yelling something at her roommate. “Just called to see what you were doing,”

“Are you finished studying?” Mick asked, grabbing the pick from his lips. A speck of hope was evident in his tone as he hoped to spend some time with the girl - even if through the phone.

“Nah,” Aleena sighed. “Just taking a five minutes break,”

“Such a shame,” Mick chuckled, leaning against his bed frame as he toyed with the edge of his shirt. “How was your day, sweetheart?”

“Uh- just normal, I guess. Had classes this morning, went for a walk...” she mumbled, letting a moment of silence fill the line before she opened her mouth to talk again. “I, uh- I was wondering if you were free next Thursday? There’s this painting class at this café downtown that seemed kind of fun, so I thought- you know-”

Mick smiled for a brief second, biting on his lip to contain the feeling of fondness as her words replayed in his mind. “Next Thursday?”

“Yeah,”

Fuck. The band was leaving for New York on Monday. He wasn’t going to be back by the end of the month, so there was no way he’d make it home by Thursday.

“Mick?”

“I’m leaving for New York on Monday,” was all he said, heart clenching when the line filled with silence. “Fuck, I wish I could stay here with you,”

“It’s- it’s fine, Mick,” Aleena said from her side, a small sigh leaving her lips. She chuckled lightly. “I’ll just ask Eve to join me,”

“I’m sure she’s a better painter than me,” Mick said, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Aleena giggled. “What are you doing, rock star?”

Mick chuckled, shrugging even if she couldn’t see him. “Writing a song,” about you. He kept the end of the sentence to himself, smiling when he heard her giggle.

“I can’t believe I’m going out with a singer,” Aleena mumbled. “You better tell me the name of the band, someday,”

Mick froze, eyebrows scrunching when he remembered the band had never come up between the two of them. “Chordback,”

“What?”

“Our band- we’re called Chordback,”

Sudden nerves had his heart beating quickly. He knew she wasn’t one that was in it for the fame - it had been evident from the start, when she didn’t recognize him for his public image -, but he had learned to never give too much trust to strangers the hard way, when he had first joined the industry.

Aleena only hummed, though, shuffling around slightly before her melodic voice filled his ear again. “I’ll go check you out later,”

Mick had to refrain himself from pushing out a sigh of relief, but another wave of anxiousness filled his body with jitters. She was going to listen to their music.

What if it wasn’t good enough?

“I have to go, now,” Aleena chuckled, interrupting his train of thoughts. “Break just ended,”

“Yeah, I gotta get back to writing too,” the lead mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Talk to you later?”

“Talk to you later,” she repeated, mumbling a quick ‘bye’ before ending the call. Returning the phone to its initial spot, Mick noticed just how silent his room was. He sat in the quiet, looking at the wall in front of himself before grabbing his guitar and strumming a few notes.

He couldn’t scrub from his head the saddened response Aleena had given after he had rejected her date idea - if it even was going to be a date. That was what he had meant while stargazing: eventually, things were going to end because of him, because of his job.

His life was repressed inside a suitcase, the sheets on his bed were often covered by a layer of dust, his pillow not even familiar after coming home from a trip. He didn’t have a home, he didn’t have time, he didn’t have anything to give.

That was the first time his job held him back from spending time with Aleena, but what if it wasn’t going to be the last? What if they fell apart because of his busy life?

He wouldn’t let himself live another day in happiness, if he broke her heart.

“Mick, we’re ordering pizza!” Lando yelled from the living room, snapping the lead out of his thoughts.

“Coming!”

-----

“So, he stood you up,” Eve mumbled as she sipped her wine, taking a look at the vase of flowers that Aleena was painting, the one sitting right in the middle of the room. The painting class had started an hour prior, but Aleena’s best friend still hadn’t begun her own sketch, too busy being nosey.

“He didn’t stand me up,” the brunette sighed, rolling her eyes while wetting her brush. “He needed to go work in New York,”

“New York? Wow,” Eve muttered under her breath. “So, he’s a busy one?”

Aleena held back for a minute as she stared at her canvas, her mind going elsewhere. After the call, she had been more than curious to find out just who Mick was to the public eye - and after lightly searching on Spotify, she had found Chordback in what felt like a second.

She had popped her earbuds in, pressed play on their last album, and put her phone face down on her mattress. Her heart had begun beating quickly when she first heard Mick’s voice, only to find herself getting lost in the melody after a few seconds.

In a moment of trance, she had grabbed her phone and checked their profile out. The large number of monthly listeners had left her in a moment of shock, her eyebrows furrowing as she checked the description of the band. Soon after that came their social medias, and the follower count there hadn’t been small either.

That night, she had struggled to fall asleep.

Was she supposed to tell Eve, though? That had been a question she hadn’t been able to stop asking herself, and the right moment to tell her had just come.

“Yeah, uh- his band is- pretty big, I guess?” Aleena whispered, biting her lip as she let her eyes focus on the object to paint, trying to avoid eye contact with her best friend.

“How big? Can’t be Green Day big,” Eve mumbled loudly, receiving a few death glares from two women down the line.

The silence that Aleena didn’t fill with her words was enough to make Eve’s eyes widen. “Are you- is he part of Green Day and I didn’t know?”

“No, no! His band is just bigger than I had expected,”

“At least tell me the name, you idiot,” Eve mumbled, grabbing her paintbrush just then. “I wanna know who you have to deal with,”

“Chordback,”

Eve stopped the brush mid-air, her head snapping around to face her best friend with a shocked look. “Chordback? As in, one of the biggest bands right now?!”

Her words were partially screamed, making Aleena cringe. “Don’t fucking yell, for the love of God!” The brunette hissed. “We’re in the middle of a class,”

“Sorry, sorry,” Eve whispered, chugging her wine before speaking again. “But you’re literally going out with a fucking rock star,”

Aleena’s cheeks blushed a dark shade of red, her hands trembling as she pushed the brush towards the canvas. Her head - as empty as it should have been in such a relaxing situation - was filled with thoughts she couldn’t help but have.

She was, in fact, going out with a rock star. She was going out with a man followed by millions, with a bank account that could pay off the student’s debts of all her friends, and yet he seemed like the most normal person in the world.

That man was who Aleena was slowly starting to fall for: the one that wasn’t flexing his wealth, the one that didn’t let his fame change the way he was. Yet, she couldn’t help but ask herself if he thought she was in it for the money, for the fame. It was like a nightmare, keeping her up.

She spent the rest of the evening in silence, finishing her painting before everybody else in the class. She and Eve drove back home, and Aleena was back in her room as soon as she could.

The conversation with her best friend had gotten stuck in her head, and there was nothing she could do to just enjoy a good night of sleep - something she hadn’t been able to do ever since Mick had left for New York back on Monday.

A thing the two of them had established during the few months of knowing each other was calling right before going to sleep. Aleena found listening to his voice before closing her eyes comforting, and she had learned to despise the time differences that separated them.

The long and busy day made its way inside Aleena’s system, though, and by eleven, she was fast asleep. She was sweaty, her dream puzzling as she tossed and turned for what felt like hours. The loud sound of her ringtone scared her awake, her body automatically sitting up and leaning against the bed frame as she frantically searched for the ringing device.

The name on the screen made the rough awakening worth it as a smile plastered on her face, finger swiping right to answer.

“Mick!” Aleena exclaimed, clearing her throat. “I missed you,”

There was a moment of silence before she heard him speak, his voice taking a different tone. “Hey, sweetheart,” he mumbled. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” Aleena said, voice low as she hoped not to wake Eve up. “I went to the painting class and did a pretty good job. Eve was-”

A groan from Mick’s side interrupted her conversation, her heart stopping for a second as she stuttered. “Are you okay, Mick?”

“I don’t know,” the man sighed, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“What happened, M? Please, talk to me,”

“There was a fight-”

“A fight?” Aleena asked, suddenly out of breath as she stood up, pushing the heavy covers off her body. “Are you hurt?”

“Just a black eye,” Mick mumbled, adding the rest just after taking a deep breath. “And a broken lip,”

“Oh my God,”

“We- we’re not doing good, Aleena,” Mick stuttered, silence coming from his side again. “We have songs ready, but there’s no feeling between us anymore,”

Aleena didn’t take long to realize he was talking about the band, her eyes shutting in what she could only call disappointment as she let a hand run through her hair. “Talk to me about it,”

She sat back down on her bed, waiting for Mick to start talking with everything inside her. Her patience had never been that thick, but when it came to the lead, everything about her seemed to change.

“Charles, our guitarist, he- he doesn’t like the last song I wrote,” Mick admitted. “We went to a club earlier, and I tried to convince him to record his part of the song. I guess that didn’t work out,”

“You didn’t start the fight, did you?” Aleena asked, biting on her nails anxiously as she waited for Mick’s answer.

“No, that was Lando. He took my side when he heard Charles talking shit about my song,”

Douchebag, she thought, breathing harshly through her nose for a second. “This is all my fault,” Mick muttered in her ear, making Aleena grit her teeth.

“No, it’s not,”

“Aleena, I’m the frontman and I can’t even keep my best friends from hating each other and what we do,” the man hissed. “How is this not my fault?”

“Being in a band isn’t a one-man-show, Mick,” Aleena stated, her nostrils flaring as she tried not to get mad at the stupidities coming out of the lead’s mouth. “If the band goes down, it’s not just your fault. If Charles doesn’t like what you compose, it’s not your fault. You shouldn’t put all the blame on yourself if the band is formed by three of you,”

There was a beat of silence after Aleena stopped talking, Mick taking her words in before blowing out a sigh. “I wish you were here, sweetheart,”

His words had the girl bite her lip, her heart clenching and threatening to let all the love spill out of her. “I’d come there in an instant,” she mumbled truthfully, letting her body slide down until her head hit her pillow. “Did you clean up your wounds?”

“Yeah,”

“Good,” Aleena mumbled, a yawn rushing past her lips as she kept her phone pressed to her ear. “Go to sleep, Mick. You have an important day tomorrow,”

The man let out a chuckle, the sound making Aleena’s heart clench again. “It’s just a studio session,”

“Still important,” she muttered with a smile. “Mick?”

“Hm?”

“You’ll figure this out,” she whispered, referring to the problems dividing the band. “I know you will,”

-----

If he had to be honest, Mick was quite surprised at how quickly his song came together. ‘As Long As I’m With You’ - or Aleena’s song, as he liked to call it - had been crafted in less than a month, featured the softest melody he had ever written, and was accompanied by tender words he wished he could say to her in real life, not through a song.

That’s how it had been for his entire life: so many feelings lightening his body on fire, the words he needed to speak not being able to come out of his mouth unless they were deeply hidden behind a melody.

As lovely as a fan, or an outsider of the music industry could think that was, Mick thought it was stupid, embarrassing. He couldn’t talk about his own feelings, for the love of God.

But, to let everything get back in a positive light, the band was back. Charles had agreed to record his part in Aleena’s song, the album was almost done, and all three members of Chordback were having breakfast together peacefully.

As much as Mick wanted to enjoy the moment, though, his heart was beating out of his chest. He had woken up on the last day of the band’s stay in New York with jitters, hands trembling as his mind impatiently ordered him around.

He had fought his inner self for more than thirty minutes, asking himself if he could wait just one more day and keep things as planned, but he had found himself losing his own fight. Instead of waiting to get back home, he had opened his laptop and sent the demo of Aleena’s song to his phone.

By the time the recording was in his personal device, though, the jitters had left his body. They had been replaced with a thick layer of nerves, nerves he had carried along to his bathroom to get ready and, eventually, to breakfast.

Sitting in front of the table, he hoped his bandmates couldn’t tell he was feeling more nervous than he had ever felt, wondering if sending the demo to the woman it was about - the woman he was starting to love - was the right thing to do.

Lando was talking, his laughter playing as background noise, as Mick’s mind came to a conclusion: he was going to send the demo in. He let his insecurities subside as his fingers did their job, sending Aleena the most heartfelt piece he had ever written.

He left a small text, hoping Aleena wouldn’t freak out over the craziness of the entire situation. He had written her a song, an entire song.

Meanwhile, back in London, Aleena was more than awake. She was out of bed, making lunch with a smile as she went over the events of the day: some classes, a break, and by the night, Mick would be back home.

It was one in the afternoon, but she couldn’t care less. All she could do was look forward to seeing the guy who had - quite quickly - found a spot inside her heart.

Her phone chimed on the kitchen island, giving sound to the room and making her head snap towards the device, a smile forming on her lips when she saw who had just sent her a text.

Mick: *1 Attachment* For you.

As she unlocked her phone, she was quick to notice the attachment was an audio recording, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to guess what it could be. She didn’t even bother with a pair of earbuds, pressing on the play button just to let her ears be filled with a soft melody, Mick’s voice coming soon after to bless her day.

She was about to grab her phone and ask him what he was on about, but that was when the words started to click inside her head. Aleena listened, a layer of tears blurring her vision as she dropped her device in its previous place.

He wrote her a song. It was a song about her.

It talked about the encounter at the library, stargazing after their date, the light inside her eyes that he was able to find. He sang about how she supported him, and about how he wouldn’t know how he would function if he didn’t have her.

He was serenading her in the most romantic way she could think of, and by the time the room fell back silent, she was left in a state of disbelief. He had written her a song.

There was no hesitation as she sent him a text back, pure disbelief making her hands shake. Oh my God, Mick, was all she wrote, a hand clasping over her mouth as she tried to wrap her head around what had happened.

Mick: You like it?

Aleena: I love it.

As she wrote her text, though, she couldn’t help but let her mind think. Was he admitting his feelings to her? What the hell was he on about?

She smoothed a hand through her hair as she took a moment to think, to make things clear. Was she ready to have that talk? Was she ready to be with him?

Oh, for the love of God.

Her fingers moved on their own as they pressed play on the song again, her ears tuning in with the melody as she closed her eyes. When the demo came to its end again, her mind was clear.

She knew what she wanted.

-

“Mick!”

The name was yelled as soon as Aleena’s door was opened, the lead entering with a small smile on his lips. He was able to catch the woman in his arms before she could fall, a chuckle leaving his lips as he wrapped her in a hug.

“I fucking missed you,” Mick whispered as he inhaled her sweet scent after a month, suddenly feeling calmer in her arms. “So much,”

“How- how was New York?” Aleena stuttered over her own words, parting ways as she smiled, a hint of nervousness painting her features.

“Stressing, as always,”

The woman hummed, awkwardly waving towards the couch to signal him to take a seat, her body moving to the kitchen. Mick caught onto her weird act as soon as she came back with two mugs of tea, letting them sit on her coffee table as she sat next to him. “How’s the band, though?”

“We’re- we’re doing better,” the lead admitted, a smile plastering on his face as he thought about earlier that morning. “Charles apologized, and Lando is having girl problems. We’re doing okay,”

The sentence regarding Lando made Aleena laugh, a sudden wave of curiosity hitting her body full swing. “Lando seems like a cool guy,”

“He is,” Mick chuckled too. There was a beat of silence as he played with the pad of his thumb, looking at his lap as he blurted out his next words. “I want you to meet them, at some point,”

Another beat of silence filled the room as Aleena sat in shock. “Mick-” she sighed, exasperation evident in her tone after his sentence. “What- what the hell are we? The date, all our memories, the song-”

“I, uh- I like you, Aleena,” Mick admitted, eyes closing shut as he internally cursed himself out for not speaking his mind truthfully. He was in love with her, what was stopping him from saying that? “More than a friend should. And I know this happened quickly, that maybe it’s too rushed, but I’m willing to wait for you until you’re ready,”

Aleena’s eyes were glossy as his warm hand found her icy one, their orbs meeting. “If you don’t want this to happen, then I’ll back off,”

“No! No, I don’t want this to end, Mick,” she stated, sniffling softly as she squeezed his palm. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before,”

Her words sent Mick’s heart in a spiral as he smiled, letting his hand cup the soft skin of her cheek. “Same, sweetheart. Same,”

“The song-” Aleena mumbled, looking at her lap as she nervously played with her fingers. “The song is beautiful, Mick. Nobody has ever done something like that for me before,”

“You deserve so much more than that,” the man admitted, letting his lips press against her forehead. “So much more,” another kiss on the tip of her nose. “And I promise you I’ll try to make it worth it,”

As he said his last words, he was face to face with Aleena again, nose ghosting over hers. There was a moment of silence as he admired the woman before his eyes, his heart clenching as the unstoppable need to kiss her lips made him tremble.

“Just kiss me already,” Aleena whispered, smiling before he could lean in closer. Her lips felt soft, his head spinning as he kissed her with everything he had in himself. The warmness in his chest didn’t fade as he grabbed her waist, pushing her on his lap as he let the two of them make themselves comfortable on the couch.

Aleena was the first one to pull away, her forehead leaning against his as she breathed heavily. “It will be worth it,”

“What?”

“Our relationship, it will be worth it,” Aleena reformulated her words, her palms resting against Mick’s chest. “I’m sure about that,”

“Relationship, eh?” The lead smirked cockily. “We already this deep?”

“Well,” Aleena giggled, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I’m all in,”

Mick smiled tenderly at her words, leaning in to press another soft kiss on her plush lips, trying to keep his own emotions at bay.

“Then I’m all in too, baby,”

-----

“Oh my God,”

The sound of a bag dropping on the floor snapped Aleena and Mick out of their trance, their tired eyes moving from the TV to whoever was at the door. Eve, on the other hand, was staring wide-eyed at the couple on the couch. “What the-”

“Hey, Eve,” Aleena yawned, resting her head against Mick’s chest. “Mick, this is my best friend, Eve,”

“I’d shake your hand, but your best friend is all over me,” Mick chuckled, his girlfriend’s scoff making Eve giggle. His eyes fell on the digits on the screen of his phone, his eyelids closing as he let out a loud sigh when he realized it was well past midnight.

“Babe, it’s time for me to go,” he mumbled, his hand slowly caressing Aleena’s back as she let out a grumble.

“No, stay here five more minutes,” Aleena whispered. “I don’t want you to go,”

“You’re joining me in less than two days,” he said, tenderly kissing the top of her head before standing up. “And I’ll call whenever I can,”

“Wait, joining him where?”

The question was asked by Eve, who had retreated to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee - her all-nighter clearly not quite finished even at that hour of the night.

“New York,” Aleena said matter-of-factly, turning around to face her. “I’m staying there for a couple of days,”

“Oh,” Eve breathed out, eyebrows up to her hairline as she stirred her beverage. “Uh- well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Mick,”

“The pleasure was mine,” the lead smiled gingerly, his hand falling in Aleena’s as they stepped outside to say their last goodbyes. The woman wrapped her arms around him just as her door closed behind them, a sigh leaving her lips.

“I’m gonna miss you,”

“It’s just two days, we can do it,” Mick whispered, cupping her cheek to press a kiss to her lips before they could part ways, a sad smile painting his features.

Aleena just nodded, letting her body lean into his one more time before letting him go, his tired eyes engraving themselves inside her head. When she went back inside, the wave of words coming from Eve stopped her on the threshold of the living room.

“Oh. My. God,” she almost squealed. “I just met Mick-fucking-Schumacher. What the fuck-”

Aleena laughed breathily as she stepped closer to where her best friend was standing, a hand running through her blonde hair. “Too bad he had to leave so soon, eh?”

“I didn’t even have time to tell him I enjoyed his music!” Eve scoffed, rolling her eyes before letting her mug reach her mouth. Her free hand grabbed her French Literature book from her tote bag, pushing it on the living room table before she could look back up at Aleena. “You’re leaving, then?”

“Yup,”

“Fuck, you’re going to New York, girl,” Eve chuckled in disbelief, a hand stopping on her forehead. “With the lead singer of one of the most famous rock bands of the moment,”

Aleena shook her head, giggling as she started heading towards her bedroom. “Please, don’t brag about it on the internet. We’re still private. Don’t want his manager to have a heart attack,”

“My mouth is shut,” Eve yelled from her spot. “Can you tell Charles I love his vibe, though? That’s, like, my death wish,”

Aleena only laughed, pushing her door closed just to lie on her bed. As she looked up at the ceiling, she couldn’t help her excitement. The cocktail of emotions she was feeling was enough to keep her awake just a while longer, her head already being in New York.

The two days of classes went past quickly: they were a blur to her eyes as she focused on the future, rather than the present. She could also barely remember the seven-hour-long flight, filled with excited jitters and nail-biting as she waited to see the love of her life again.

The words she had used to refer to Mick came as a shock to her. Love of her life. They had been dating for less than a month, and she couldn’t help herself from calling him that.

If there was one thing Aleena had realized, it was the fact that their relationship had never been normal. Everything had moved quickly: from the way they had gone on their first date a few days after meeting, to the way she was already thinking of Mick as the love of her life.

Though, as she sat in her seat, she knew those words weren’t just thrown around. She was in love with him, and she was frustrated she didn’t have the guts to tell him.

Maybe New York was going to give her the courage she was missing. At least, she was hoping it could.

-

Aleena didn’t feel too good. The nervousness making her hands shake was enough to keep her from having fun with the most important people in Mick’s life: his bandmates. She felt out of place as she sipped on her latte - a substance that certainly wasn’t going to help with her nerves -, glancing at the people surrounding her every once in a while just to meet their eyes and smile, awkwardly.

As the outsider, she listened to their conversations in silence and hoped they didn’t think of her as a weird stranger, her hand intertwined with Mick’s hiding under the table.

“So, new album and tour this year, boys,” Charles said, his voice pushing Aleena out of her thoughts. “Missed that shit,”

“Then tour is in a couple of months,” Deborah - the band’s personal assistant - said, the sentence making sense in Aleena’s head only after processing it for a minute. “Are you coming along, Aleena?”

The woman in question froze, her brain detaching her from the outside world as she thought. Chordback was going on tour. They were going on tour, and she didn’t know. She looked up at Mick, finding a hint of shame in his eyes as he bit the insides of his cheek.

“I, uh- we haven’t really talked about it, yet,” was all Aleena mumbled, still not believing that something like that was happening to her. Why on earth had Mick never talked about it?

Her palm slowly drifted away from his touch, eyes focusing on the streets right outside the café as she started thinking. She felt hurt in some way. She had to find out through Mick’s own personal assistant that he was going on tour, then act as if she knew all along. How humiliating was that?

“Aleena, Mick told me you’re a student. What do you study?” Deborah asked, a kind smile on her lips as she watched the woman in front of her shrug out of her trance. She needed a pickup, and she was thanking the universe for Debby’s presence.

She found herself speaking with the other woman for what felt like ages, eventually sharing a laugh with one of the guys. The band’s agenda was quite busy, though, so when it became time to part ways, Aleena grew back to her cold, distanced self.

She needed time to think.

Mick leaned down briefly to kiss her forehead, his palms cupping her cheeks to admire her. Aleena fought against his touch, maintaining the distance between them as she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I’ll see you later,”

“Aleena-”

“Just go, Mick. You’ve got places to be,” Aleena whispered, pointing towards the band and Deborah, who were waiting for him by their car. Mick looked at her with regret before joining his bandmates, sending one last glance her way before he could enter the vehicle.

She had taken the day to visit New York, made herself plans, found shops to visit, and even thought about visiting MoMA. She had no time on her schedule left for sulking. But, sitting on a nearby bench, that’s all she could do.

Mick had kept the tour a secret from her. A world tour. A tour that was going to last weeks, months, even. If he had been able to keep his mouth shut about that, she honestly didn’t even know if he had kept other things a secret from her, throughout their relationship.

The ability of trusting the man she was in love with had suddenly left her body, along with the courage she had found on the plane to reveal her feelings to him.

All she was left with was a clenching heart and a racing brain, her emotions all over the place. So - by the time the sun started to set -, she made her way back to the hotel, hoping to spend the night on her own and put all her worries aside for a moment.

She ordered room service, let herself enjoy a night of self-care, and watched enough TV to make her younger-self envious. As much as she hated herself for it, though, her brain couldn’t stop thinking about Mick.

She couldn’t understand why he had left her unaware of his plans, and all she wanted were answers. Childishly, she made herself look presentable in case he’d stop by - but realized just how dumb she looked when the clock hit midnight, and he still had been nowhere to be seen.

So, Aleena gave up. She let herself get comfortable under the covers and let her eyes close, the comfortable pillows supporting her head helping her relax. She wasn’t able to dream - her mind still busy even in her sleep - so it didn’t take her long to wake up when the sudden knocks interrupted her quiet.

Aleena struggled to get out of bed, but eventually opened the door to find Mick, hair tousled on the top of his head.

“I’m sorry,” was all he said, hands awkwardly resting by his sides as he looked at her, her eyes still sleepy. “For everything,”

Aleena opened the door wider, inviting him inside with a sigh. “A fucking world tour, Mick?! What the hell?!”

Mick shut his eyes as he blew out a sigh, regret turning the corners of his mouth downwards. “I can explain-”

“Oh, you better,” Aleena hissed. “Because there has to be a reason for you to keep this damn tour away from me,”

The man in front of her let a beat of silence fill the room, his palms rubbing his face gingerly before he spoke. “I was gonna tell you, eventually,” he started, taking a seat on the edge of her unmade bed. “I just- I was thinking of making it special, you know?”

“No, I don’t know,” Aleena sighed, her arms folding over her chest as her teeth clenched, a wave of anger she didn’t know she was holding inside herself slowly making its way out. “Why would you even want to make it special? This whole deal is about you leaving for months. No breaks, no rest, no-”

“I wanted to ask you to come with me!” He admitted, voice rising slightly as he explained the true reason Aleena was left in the dark. “That’s why I wanted to make it special,”

The room filled with silence as the woman took his words in, her features slowly relaxing as her heart started hammering against her chest. “You what?”

“I want you to come on tour with me,”

Another beat of silence.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Mick,” Aleena said. “You could have just asked normally, I would have said yes anyway,”

The lead laughed, the sound being a mix of a chuckle and a scoff. Aleena smiled too, shaking her head. “But, for real. You’re an idiot,”

“Was that a yes? Earlier?” He asked, letting his strong arms wrap around her waist.

“It was,”

Mick could only smile, leaning down to kiss her lips in the most passionate way they had ever kissed. He wasn’t holding back when he pulled Aleena over his lap, letting his hands touch her body intimately, his fingertips ghosting over her hem of her hoodie.

Aleena pushed the soft material over her head on her own, breathing out a sigh when Mick’s lips found her neck, pressing kisses down its column. He was quick to turn their bodies around, helping her slide all the way up until her head hit her pillow again, lips never parting.

He undressed her slowly, losing a garment of his own every once in a while, until they became a mix of warm skin. Mick was left to admire her naked body for the first time just then: their lips swollen, hair a mess, bodies on fire.

All he could do was press kisses down her body, expressing every single unsaid feeling of his as he hoped the closeness would make up for his mistakes, for everything he had done. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he placed a kiss to her sternum, letting his warm hand gently grasp one of Aleena’s breasts.

She let out a sigh, her own hands finding place in his hair as his kisses trailed towards her stomach. His palms caressed her thighs, tenderness spilling from his every action as he watched the woman in front of his eyes unravel.

“Later, Mick,” she whispered, begging him to get back on top of her. “I need to feel you close, tonight,”

Mick followed her instructions, letting his hands find her waist as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips. He was thankful he had been carrying a condom in the pocket of his jeans all that time, and was able to roll it on after just a few seconds of struggling to find it, laughing breathily.

“You sure you want this?” He asked, biting on his lip as he let his eyes focus on Aleena’s, searching for any kind of discomfort in them.

She nodded, hand finding the side of his neck to pull him closer again, kissing him. He took that as a cue to gently thrust inside her, their bodies meeting as her snug walls wrapped his cock in a warm embrace.

Mick breathed out harshly, his head falling to the crook of her neck as her soft moans rang through his ears. “Fuck,” he breathed out, slowly starting to move as he pressed a swift kiss to her skin. “I don’t- I don’t think I’ll be able to last long,”

“Me neither,” Aleena whispered, eyes closing when Mick’s hand started to slowly slide down her body until it reached the bundle of nerves that was begging for attention. A loud moan left her lips as she spread her legs wider, relishing in the pleasure she was receiving as Mick kept thrusting, slowly picking up the pace.

The room was filled with the soft sounds the two of them were making, the intensity of the moment taking a toll on the quietness of the room. Mick’s thrusts began to turn erratic when Aleena’s walls contracted around him quickly, their orgasms closer than they had expected them to be.

“Mick-” she breathed out, her left hand scratching his back as the pleasure became almost unbearable, the need to let go too much to ignore. “I’m gonna cum,”

“Let go, baby,” was all the man whispered, leaning down to suck a mark on her neck as her mouth opened in a silent scream. She convulsed around him as she finished, her own contractions pushing him over the brink of his own release.

They were left in each other’s arms, breathing heavily as the silence of the night engulfed them in a comfortable hug. Mick’s lips met hers just when he gained his breathing back, kissing her with as much passion as the sex had held.

“I love you,” his words were whispered, rushed out of his mouth as he cleared her sweaty face of stray hairs. “I love you so much,”

Aleena smiled, her heart hammering against her rib cage as she kissed him again. And again, and again. She kissed him until she was breathless, pulling back just to say the words she had been thinking about for weeks. “I love you,”

As Mick laid back against the mattress, he pulled Aleena along with him, her head resting against his chest. They were left in silence, both in their own thoughts as they fought the sleep.

Mick realized he had been feeling something new ever since things with Aleena had become serious. It was a feeling of belonging, he knew where he was supposed to be, and that was with Aleena. He spent his entire life wondering when he’d find a home, when he’d put away the suitcase that held his entire life together. He had even wondered if leaving the spotlight was going to help him settle down.

But home was closer than he had thought it would be, and it was Aleena. Aleena’s arms were home, her voice was the melody he wished to hear for the rest of his life, and Aleena was all he needed.

As she laid on his chest, that was all he could think of. She was there, close to him, and he was home.

Her lips pressing against his chest were enough to snap him out of his trance, his lungs inhaling sharply as he looked down at her. Her eyes, as dreamy as they always were, made the warmness inside his chest spread, a feeling of fondness pushing him to run a hand through her hair.

He was in love, and he wanted the whole world to know.

“Mick?” Aleena’s voice was tender as she drew shapes on his skin.

“Hm?”

She waited a few seconds to speak, almost to put her thoughts in line. She gazed up at him, fondness coating her tone as she spoke, her words engraving themselves in his mind.

“Loving you was worth it,”

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