#from what I’ve gathered he didn’t really have any girlfriends (or boyfriends) that would have said it to him

[mourntheantagonist]

sad question for the moment. when do you think was the last time billy heard the words “I love you”

[rebelwrites]

My Girl, My Everything, My World

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles loved nothing more than watching on stage. Especially when your tour is lined up with a race. Even though he had to bite his lip when the guys tried flirting with you.

Requested by anon: Sorry to bother you and i dont know if you have requests but i would love to see a fic where reader is really famous and all of the drivers are fans and some of them thinks charles has a crush on her so they tease him all the to just to find out she has been dating charles for a year. Maybe they knew about the secret girlfriend but they didnt know it was her. And maybe some of the drivers tried to flirt with her or sent messeges to her trough interviews and its really awkward or cute after they find out

Requested by anon: Would you be interested in writing a jealousy themed fic like an interviewer is ignoring the reader and flirting with charles or maybe a fan doing this and reader gets idk possesive? But not toxic or maybe she gets sad Orrr it could be the reader who the stranger flirts with and charles gets emotional?? Mad? Sad?

A/N: here’s hoping for P1 this weekend in Monza 🏎❤️ google translate has been used

If someone could describe your mood right now it would be like a child on Christmas Eve. You couldn’t sit still and it wasn’t due to the coffee you were sipping. It was all to do with the fact your tour schedule lined up perfectly with the Italian Grand Prix meaning after a month of being on the road you would finally get to see your boyfriend.

As your driver pulled up to the track, butterflies danced in your stomach, you were so close to seeing Charles. Pulling your phone out you scrolled through your contacts until you landed on his name, hitting call and pulling the phone to your ear.

Within a couple of rings he picked up and from the background noise you knew he was in the paddock.

“Guess what?” You grinned, staring out the window itching to get out the car.

“What’s that baby?” He hummed, his tone was playful and you could practically hear him smirking.

“We’ve just pulled up.” You giggled, holding the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you gathered all the things you needed, along with the most important, the grid passes. “It might be a while before we reach you though I have a feeling that I’m going to get surrounded.”

“Everyone loves you, that’s why.” He chuckled. “Just ignore any comments, okay.”

“I always do,” you smiled, as you climbed out of the car. Flashing the camera a bright smile and waving at the fans. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babygirl.”

Before the line went dead you heard Carlos teasing Charles, they all knew he was seeing someone but didn’t know it was you. All of the guys were trying to get him to spill but nothing could get him to tell them, not yet anyway.

Over the year you had been showing your support to Ferrari and Charles mainly so you could wear his shirts without getting questioned about it. To the world you were a normal F1 fan but only yours and Charles’ family knew the truth.

You were gaining a lot of attention as you made your way to the security point, stopping for pictures with fans and signing autographs. As much as you loved this all you wanted to was be with your boy even if it was for a couple of stolen minutes out of sight of everyone. Your schedule for tonight was extremely tight. You were hanging around for qualifying then quickly disappearing for the last checks and the meet and greet for the show tonight but it was so worth it.

Once you were finally passed security you started wandering through the paddock, the flash of red quickly gaining your attention. Slowing your pace down you hovered around the interview stand.

“What do you guys think about Y/N Y/L/N being around the paddock and races this weekend?”

“I’ve always been a big fan of her music, I’ve been there since she released her first single.” Charles beamed, it wasn’t a lie he had been around since your career started, in fact the pair of you practically grew up together.

When you were ten years old your family moved to Monaco for your dad’s work and became friends with Charles’ parents but it was only the last year that you realised you both had feelings for each other.

“It seems there has been some old pictures emerging of your and Y/N.” The reporter asked Charles and you watched his smile grow.

“We grew up together and have been friends for years.” He grinned. “It’s nice to see her success.”

“Et elle est magnifique, je vais lui demander un rendez-vous (And she is gorgeous, I'm going to ask her on a date)” Pierre smirked.

“Dans tes rêves, shes putnof ta ligue (In your dreams, she's out of your league)” Charles laughed, patting his friend on the back.

“You are just saying that because you have a massive crush on her.” Pierre teased, “he wants her all to himself.”

Even if the world couldn’t see it, you could. That hint of jealousy in his eyes as his friends and other drivers mention them wanting to date you or trying to flirt with you. It was something you were working on with him because the comments slid off your back, you only had eyes for Charles and that would never change.

Catching eyes with Charles through the crowd you flashed him a wink before your manager told you that you needed to move on. Rolling your eyes you smirked at your boyfriend who was now being teased by Pierre.

“Remind me why you are dragging me away?” You asked, sipping your iced coffee.

“Because you need to keep up appearances.” She chuckled, planting her hand on your shoulders. “We can go see lover boy soon but for now you need to show your face around all the teams pits.”

“Fine,” you huffed, it was getting to the point where keeping your relationship was getting harder and harder. Gently you ran your fingers over your wrist smiling to yourself at the new tattoo that sat proudly against your skin. Charles didn’t know that you had gotten a new tattoo let alone of the number 16. It might be something small to anyone else but to you it meant the world.

“I promise you can spend some time with him before qualifying.” She smirked.

“What have you planned?”

“I was going to keep this a surprise but I may have set up something for the tour vlogs, Charles interviewing you. No one else in the room, just the two of you but you promise you have to get some content for the channel.” She beamed, knowing how much you missed your boyfriend.

“Have I told you that you are the fucking best.” You squealed, your smile growing brighter.

“Not recently no,” she laughed, pushing you through the crowd. “Now get a move on because everything is on a tight schedule.”

The moment you walked into the Ferrari motorhome your heart started to race, the air smelt like his aftershave. Louise pushed you into a room and you swore your heart stopped, the sight of him standing there with a single sunflower made you want to cry. He looked like a fucking ray of sunshine standing there in the middle of room, the yellow standing out against the red.

“You have an hour.” Louise said, raising her brow at you. “Don’t forget to film some content.”

“Merci, j'apprécie cela (Thank you, I appreciate this)” Charles said, flashing her a smile as she left the room.

As soon as you were safely alone you ran into his arms, thank god for his quick reaction times, in the space of you running the distance of the room he placed the sunflower on the table and caught you as you jumped into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Putain tu m'as tellement manqué (I missed you so fucking much.)” you breathed nuzzling your face into his neck, relishing in the feeling of being back in his arms.

“I missed you too, babygirl.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head as he slowly placed you on the ground. His lip pressing against yours in a loving kiss before he rested his forehead against yours. “Your French is also improving. I’m impressed.”

“I’ve been driving Lou mad,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s all I’ve been doing on the tour bus.”

“As much as I don’t want to film anything, let’s get it out of the way quickly so we can just cuddle.” He hummed, brushing his knuckles across your cheeks.

After 15 minutes you had filmed what you thought was enough content, Charles made it look like he turned the camera off but he wanted to keep filming so he had some cute footage for the idea he had planned.

Settling yourself between his legs you snuggled back into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he littered your skin with soft kisses.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” You grinned, lifting your arm up showing him your wrist.

“Qu'est-ce que je regarde ma chérie? (What am I looking at sweetheart?)” he hummed before his voice trailed off and he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. “Is this real?”

“Yeah it’s real.” You giggled, as his fingers softly grazed the black ink on your wrist. “Our drummer wanted to stop to get a new tattoo and I thought why not.”

“God I love you so fucking much.” He breathed, nuzzling his nose into your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. “It’s getting so hard not to scream it from the rooftops.”

“I know baby,” you said softly.

“I hate how everyone always flirts with you, especially the other drivers.” He sighed, his jealous side coming out. It wasn’t the first time you had to deal with this and it broke your heart at how it affected him.

“They can flirt with me all they want,” you whispered, linking your fingers with his. “But it’s your number I have permanently on my skin, you are the first person I call in the morning and the last person I call at night. You. Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, not them. And nothing would ever change that.”

“I know I just worry.” He mumbled, causing you to adjust your position so you were facing him. “I worry that one day you will change your mind. And I don’t like how they look at you or how they flirt with you.”

“Now that will never happen.” You whispered, resting your hand on his cheek. “You are stuck with me until the end of time, I want to grow old with you and nobody else. I’ve seen the way your female fans look at you Mr,” you chuckled. “But it just makes this even more special knowing that you are mine. Tell you what, let's make a deal.” You smiled. “No matter what happens in tomorrow's race we go public, let the world know that I’m your girl. And if you win I think it will make that podium just the bit sweeter.”

“Deal.” He smiled, pulling you into a tight embrace.

The rest of the hour quickly flew by to both yours and Charles' dissatisfaction but you only had to hold out one more day and then you wouldn’t have to hide anything any more.

-

Charles swore his heart was going to burst with pride as he watched you on stage for the final night of your tour. He couldn’t hide his heart eyes right now but he didn’t care.

“Dude you are totally in love with her.”

“This crush is getting outta hand now.”

“Seriously it’s like he is a teenager again.”

Rolling his eyes at the comments that were being screamed around him, but he was too focused on you to respond.

“So this is a brand new single that will be released October 16th and it’s called the boy in red.” You grinned, locking eyes with Charles as you spoke into the microphone, winking at him before you strutted across the stage, picking up your acoustic guitar before you settled on the stool in the middle of the stage.

It was the first time Charles had heard this song but he recognised the melody, it was one you would play to him over FaceTime whilst you were on the road. Tears started to cloud his vision as he soaked up the lyrics, it basically told the story of the two of you, the highs, the lows, wins, losses, everything.

“He will always be my boy in red,” you sang passionately, letting your eyes flutter closed as you belted out the song. “From the first day I laid eyes on him, I knew he was something special.”

Charles watched from the crowd as you lost yourself in the song, a silent tear rolled down his cheek causing the guys to rip the shit out of him even more but he didn’t care all he cared about was spending tonight wrapped in your arms in his hotel room. Tomorrow the world would know that you were his girl and he was your boy in red.

-

The sun started to creep through the blinds in the hotel room, Charles was already awake and was watching you sleep peacefully on his chest. He couldn’t help himself as he snapped a picture of your arm draped around his waist with the “16” tattoo on show.

To some people it would probably be too soon for him to be thinking about popping the question but to him it was the obvious next move. He knew you were the one so why wait.

“Mmm what time is it?” You groaned, hiding your face in Charles’ chest.

It was little moments like this he cherished the most, you had never been a morning person and were so cute in your half sleep daze.

“6.45,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I will need to get up soon.”

“Can’t wait for the season to end so you don’t have to wake at the crack of dawn.” You hummed, lazily running your fingers over his skin.

“Well your tour is over so I want you here by my side for the rest of the season, I’ve missed you far too much to spend any more time apart.” He smiled, running his fingers through your hair.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” You mumbled feeling yourself drift back to sleep.

“I’ve set your alarms, so you have a couple more hours sleep.” he whispered, carefully lifting your arm off his body so he could slide out of bed. “Sleep well my angel.” He said softly, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Je t'aime”

His smile grew at your little mumble of the phase as you fell back asleep, soft snores escaping from your lips. Once again he snapped a photo before he disappeared into the bathroom to get a shower.

Whilst he was in the shower he figured out how he wanted to pop the big question, he wasn’t sure when he was going to do it but he needed to speak to your dad first. In some ways he wanted to keep tradition.

The hours flew by and before he knew it he was in the busy garage getting ready for today's race.

“So can’t believe how big your crush is on Y/N.” Carlos laughed, slapping his team mate on his back as they waited in the line for the coffee stand. “I mean what does your girl think about it? With her but have this massive crush on Y/N.”

“Urm,” Charles mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. It was a question he was hoping would never get brought up because he had no idea how to answer it.

His lack of response was all Carlos needed, raising a brow at Charles with a smirk on his face, he didn’t push the questions which Charles was extremely happy about.

Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket he saw you had posted on your Instagram, yes he had notifications turned on your you. A proud smile appeared as he saw a collage of tour photos on your grid, quickly liking the post he clicked onto your story, flicking through the posts watching your bright smile light up his phone but it was the last post that made his heart explode. It was a simple mirror selfie of you wearing his Ferrari hoodie, all the fans knew you supported Charles mainly due to being childhood friends but it worked well because you could always steal his hoodies and t-shirts.

Race day! Let’s go ❤️🏎

Charles quickly turned his head from his phone when he heard the commotion that was happening not too far from the coffee stand.

“Y/N, what’s your predictions on the race.”

“What’s the plan now that the tour has ended?”

“Can you tell us who your latest single is about?”

“Go on a date with me.” Pierre shouted from behind Charles, making him sigh. He knew he didn’t mean any harm but he still didn’t like the way everyone tried to get with his girl.

Rolling his eyes he turned back to the barista, flashing them a smile.

“Désolé, puis-je également obtenir un café au lait glacé, avec deux doses supplémentaires et une sauce au caramel arrosée autour de la tasse et du sirop de caramel s'il vous plaît. (Sorry, can I also get an iced latte, with two extra shots and caramel sauce drizzled around the cup and caramel syrup please)” he asked softly, earning a questioning look from Carlos and Pierre. Rolling his eyes again at his friends. “Y/N coffee order.”

“Damn, this crush runs deep.” Pierre laughed. “You got it, bad man.”

“You seem to be forgetting she is my best friend, so of course I know her coffee order, it’s been the same since she was 16.” Charles laughed, turning his gaze to you.

He couldn’t wait until the end of the race, then the whole world would know you were his secret girlfriend.

“Whatever you say man.” Pierre smirked, giving Charles a fist bump before he disappeared.

-

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you watched the race, there had been a few too many close calls for your liking but Charles had a steady lead and he only had one lap left to go.

“Come on,” you said to yourself, keeping your eyes on the screen, not daring to blink because things could change in a split second.

You knew Charles had been having a tough time recently, many nights were spent with him venting to you over FaceTime so you knew how much this meant to him, especially here in Monza.

It was like time had come to a standstill as you stared at the monitor, but watching him out on the track doing his thing filled you with a sense of pride.

Within seconds everyone rushed over to the metal railing on the finish line, spinning on your heels you quickly joined them, recording the moment on your phone as tears rolled down your cheeks.

The sound of the commentator announcing the win sent chills down your spine.

He had fucking done it!

This was a big moment for both of you. Your legs moved on their own as you ran through the paddocks to where he would be pulling his car in, you were ready and waiting for him wanting to be the first person to be there when he got out the car.

The moment he was standing on the tarmac you locked eyes with each other, it was like it was just the two of you on the track. Sprinting towards him you leaped into his arms wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as you locked into a passionate kiss causing everyone around you to fall silent.

Pulling away resting your forehead against his with a huge grin on your face, soaking in this moment, it would be one you never forgot.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” You whispered against his lips. “I knew you could do it.”

Before he could respond you felt yourself being crushed in the massive group hug, you and Charles in the centre of it. This weekend had just been a rollercoaster with the tour finishing, Charles winning the Italian GP and letting the world know that you were together.

Looking out into the crowd you could see the sheepish looks of a few of the drivers who always tried flirting with you. You could see the pieces click on their mind as they realised why Charles always went on the defensive side.

Somehow you managed to pull your phone out whilst still being wrapped around Charles, snapping a picture of the two of you in the middle of the Ferrari group hug and another one of you two sharing a quick kiss in the middle of the group. This would be the photo that you used on your social media accounts.

Soon enough Charles was standing on that podium, tears streaming down his face as he held the trophy up in the air. You felt your phone buzzing in your pocket but you didn’t care. In this moment all that mattered was your boy in red, well today it was yellow.

Everything went by in blur and you felt yourself being dragged through the crowd and up to the podium. The moment you were close enough to Charles he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, you couldn’t help yourself as you took the trophy from his grip looking at it in awe. Charles pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, snapping a picture of you holding the trophy in the air and quickly sent it to himself.

He wasn’t letting you from his side so he dragged you into the cool down room, your body snuggled up against his as he posted the picture on Instagram.

It’s time the world knew, that’s my girl, my everything, my world 🌎❤️ Pour toujours et toujours babygirl (Forever and always babygirl)

[sweaterweather-247]

Hey, I love you work! I was wondering if you would maybe write a jake peralta x reader where they are really flirty and sweet to each other at work and he’s her “work husband” and she’s his “work wife”. And the whole team teases them about it bc they obviously like eachother but are too shy to actually say anything?

Thank you love <3

Being Jake Peralta’s work wife

You are Jakes work partner and you loved his jokes and his personality.

Everytime there’s a crime scene you two act like an old married couple

“After you milady.” Jake says. “Oh well don’t mind if I do good sir.” You respond in a British accent.

You enter the crime scene and its a robbery. You start taking notes and Jake is holding a vase that is very phallic.

“Huh I wonder why they didn’t take this penis looking thing.” Jake says. “Thats vase number 69 it was won at the boring auction for boring people.” You say.

Jake laughs so hard he drops the vase just as Captain Holt walks in.

“SHE DID IT! HE DID IT!” Both of you say in unison.

You and Jake have a competition to see who can come up with the worst and cringiest pick up lines.

You’re currently winning but Jake won’t let you win.

Jake gets your attention by throwing a pen at you and you look up at him and he has the biggest dorky grin on his face.

“Hey, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” Jake says. You cringe and he laughs. “ANOTHER ONE FOR JAKE.” He says.

“Are you related to Jean-Claude Van Damme? Because Jean-Claude Van Damme you’re sexy!” You say. Jake looks disgusted.

Gina adds 1 point each to your score board and you go for lunch. Charles rolls over to Jakes desk with a smile on his face.

“No Charles I don’t like y/n and she’s just a friend.” Jake says. “Uh huh sure.” Charles says.

The entire squad teases you for being so close and so flirty with each other.

You both like each other but you’re both too shy to admit it.

Jake comes to join you for lunch and you’re more than happy to see him eat lunch with you despite his lunch not being for another half an hour.

You two flirt and make diehard references the entire break.

You two are constantly touching each other’s arm and shoulders.

Captain Holt enters the room and knows Jake isn’t supposed to be having lunch now.

“Peralta, get back to work and have your lunch at your required time.” Holt says.

“Come on Captain, I’ve been here for 5 minutes.” Jake says.

Rosa comes in for her lunch and smirks at you two. “Captain they’re clearly on a date.”

“What no! We’re friends.” You say.

Jake is forced to leave and Rosa sits next to you and makes fun of you.

You try to leave but Rosa glares at you and you stay while she mocks you.

The entire squad is like that.

It’s so hard to get any work done with Jake without a comment from the squad saying you two should get married.

You thought Holt would be the only person who wouldn’t be like that but you were wrong.

You and Jake were complimenting each other about how good you both were on the case when Holt comes over.

“Peralta stop flirting with Y/n.” Holt says. “Sir we weren’t flirting.” You say. “Thats not what I saw.” Holt says. “Keep this work wife and work husband appropriate please.”

Everyone gathers around you two and starts to make ship names up.

“Is it going to Jake L/n or Y/n Peralta?” Boyle asks.

You both decide to act like boyfriend and girlfriend to make everyone uncomfortable to make them stop.

The plan was to act as lovely dovey as possible and eventually they’ll stop right?

You loved this idea since you got to pretend to be Jakes girlfriend.

“There’s my work wife!” Jake yells as you exit the elevator. You grin ear to ear and respond. “There’s my favourite person in the entire world.”

Jake holds out his hand and you grab it and you two both skip like little kids on the playground to the locker room.

When you get there Jake doesn’t let go of your hand.

“What if someone comes in and catches onto our fake boyfriend girlfriend thing.” Jake says.

You two go back to your desks while holding hands, when it’s time to let go, Jake decides to be dramatic about it.

“No darling I can’t let go of your hand! It feels like I’m going to die if I let go of it!” Jake says.

“Don’t let go, I need to hold your hand until the day I die.” You say.

You both make fake crying noises as you let go of each other’s hands and you both sit down.

The entire day is filled with fake flirting with Jake.

You both can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake flirting.

Some of the compliments from you are actually genuine.

Jake gets up from his desk and walks over to you with his hand out.

“Oh darling it’s time for our lunch date.” Jake says and get up and kiss him on the cheek.

Jake blushes because he wasn’t expecting any kisses.

“Guys Y/n kissed Jake!!!!” Charles screams.

“Charles they’re faking it to make us uncomfortable and it’s sort of working.” Amy says.

“Not on everyone.” Charles says.

“Ugh you two are so annoying, stop it before I beat you both up.” Rosa says.

Jake decides to kiss your cheek and you go to kiss Jakes cheek and you two accidentally kiss on the lips.

Everyone gasps and you two are both left shocked.

You go and hide in the evidence locker and Jake hides in the bathroom.

You’re embarrassed that everyone saw you kiss Jake and you’re scared it’s gonna be awkward between you two now.

Jake comes into the evidence locker.

“Hey Y/n.” He says softly.

“About the kiss, it was an accident! I-“ you say but you’re cut off by Jakes lips pressing against yours.

You kiss back and you both pull away after a few seconds.

“I really like you Y/n.” Jake says.

“I really like you Jake.” You say

[angelst4re]

reader gets insecure after receiving a lot of hate from fans but jamie being the good boyfriend he is, is there to comfort her

this is so cute :) jamie would be the best boyfriend ever.

Flawless- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: none? kinda hints to the reader having depression

୨♡୧ note: this was so fun to write :)

When starting a relationship with Jamie, you knew you would receive hate. Being the girlfriend of an actor and musician was difficult enough, but now he’s gathered even more fans, leaving you with even more threats. 

You tried to ignore them, which worked quite well at first, but knowing that they were still there, that there were new messages and comments everyday with no sign of stopping, did take a toll on your mental health. 

You stopped posting all together after a while, and debated whether to delete all your social media accounts- you didn’t want to as it’s how you interacted with old friends and family, but you knew it would be for the best. 

During this time, you felt very lonely. Sure, you had Jamie, but you didn’t want to tell him about what his fans had been saying about you, names they had called you, threats they had sent you. You knew that was what they wanted. 

However, Jamie did notice something was wrong. He knew you better than anyone in the world, it was quite clear to him that you weren’t really yourself anymore. He wanted to bring it up to you,  yet he was afraid he’d make you more upset, but he couldn’t just leave you to suffer by yourself. He had to do something. 

One night when he came home from a busy day full of meetings, you were already in bed- you had been all day, only moving when you really needed to. He stood at the bedroom door, frowned sympathetically and went back to the kitchen to grab some snacks he knew you liked. When he came back he set the snacks on the bed and began to get changed out of the suit he was wearing into something more comfortable. 

“How were the meetings?” You asked, sitting up and stretching your arms as if you had been asleep. Your hair was braided, but due to the movement in your sleep it had become quite messy. You had the remnants of yesterday's mascara around your eyes, which you had tried to wash off but gave up as it had taken too long. 

“Oh, the usual,” Jamie sighed, setting his belt on the drawers at the end of the bed, “I almost fell asleep- twice! Joe had to wake me up both times!” 

Jamie got into bed as you both continued talking about his day, the things that were discussed, the things that weren’t discussed, but then he finally felt like the time was right. You were lying on his chest, he had an arm around you in a protective manner as he took the ties from your messy hair, brushing his fingers through it delicately.

“Darling,” he started, “is everything okay? I’ve noticed these last few weeks you’ve been… you just… I don’t know how to say it, love.”

You look up at him, your eyes meeting. Yours were glossy with tears as his were deep with love, he cared about you more than you could imagine. 

You shook your head, scared you’d begin crying if you opened your mouth to speak. You buried your face back into his chest but his fingers found your chin, lifting it slightly to get you to look at him. 

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is it me? Have I-”

“No!” You interjected, you’d never for a moment blame this on him. “I’ve just… I haven’t been feeling too well, that’s all.”

“You can tell me, love.” He says, his fingers still running through your hair, “you can tell me anything, you know that?” 

“But it sounds so stupid!” 

“Sweetheart, if it’s making you feel like this, I’m sure it’s not stupid, okay? I won’t force you to say anything if you don’t want to but I think it’ll be best for you if you tell somebody.”

“I’ve deleted all my social medias,” you say, playing with the rings on his hand, “it just got too much, the hate that is, I tried to not look at any of the messages, the comments, but they wouldn’t stop. Everyday there would be more than the last. The things they would say would get worse, more personal.” You wanted to tell him more, but you had worked yourself up. You cried into his shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down your back comfortingly. 

“I understand, darling,” he whispers to you, “it gets easier over time- but it shouldn’t have to be like that, I know. But you are the kindest, most beautiful, loving soul I have ever met. They’re saying what they’re saying because they’re jealous of you, baby. And so they should be, even I am! I wish I had your strength, your perseverance, your bravery- this is how I knew something wasn’t right.” His hand now moved to your cheek, drying your tears with his thumb. “Look,” he hands you the snacks he brought up with him, “why don’t we put on a movie, eat some snacks and maybe have a bath later? How does that sound?”

[weirdkpopgirl]

Insecurities | Dream Reaction #2 (hyung-line)

Reaction: When their gf is insecure about their body (hyung-line)

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Warnings: Mentions of low self-esteem, mental health subjects

Word Count: 11,182

Requested: Yes

Author’s Note: This was requested by another lovely anon! I actually debated on covering this topic for a headcanon before. So I’m glad I got the chance to do it now. As I was writing these, I realized that there was no way I could post them all at once because they were kinda long. The topic of body image issues can vary depending on the person. So I tried my best to make these a little vague, so everyone could relate. And just a personal message to readers who struggle with insecurities, I know how it feels to not be comfortable in your own skin, and you are surely not alone.

I will post the link to the maknae line one when I’m done! Until then please bear with me. Thank you for reading ^-^

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MARK

You met Mark in high school when he first came to Korea. He was the cute transfer student from Canada that was a little clueless the first few weeks. But the two of you immediately hit it off. After only a few months of knowing each other, Mark asked you to be his girlfriend. There was one thing that had sparked an interest in each other in the first place. It was your shared dreams of becoming kpop idols.

While Mark was a trainee, you never gained the courage to audition yourself. He was surprised when you told him this, and since then kept encouraging you to audition for SM. Each time you rejected and Mark couldn’t understand why. He had listened to you sing countless times and there was no way (in his mind) that any company could reject your talent. 

He finally got you to say yes when he requested you go to one audition as his birthday wish. But you started to freak out the second you did. Ever since you were young, you didn’t have much confidence in yourself. The truth about why you never auditioned was that you were very self-conscious about your body. In your eyes, you could never compare to those girl groups with outstanding visuals. No matter how much you loved singing, you didn’t think your skills could ever match up. It was better to not try at all rather than to go through a humiliating rejection, was your mindset.

But you didn’t want to let Mark down, not when he had put in all this effort to get you to audition in the first place. He even helped you pick out a song and helped you practice it. Despite the countless times that he told you there was nothing to worry about, you thought he just said those things to be nice.

Before you could blink the morning of the audition day arrived, and that’s how you found yourself in one of the practice rooms with your boyfriend. The audition was in an hour and you were already panicking.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” You muttered to yourself, pacing back and forth. 

Mark stood up from his seat to approach you, “Hey, yes you can. I’ve seen you practice so hard for this (Y/n)-ah. You should give yourself more credit.”

“That’s not it,” You shook your head and backed away from him. “I mean do you really think that the judges would let someone like me become an idol?”

Realization dawned on Mark. “Is that what this is about?”

At this point, every part of your body was trembling. You ran your fingers through your hair, practically pulling a few strands out. 

 “I…I know it’s stupid.”

“(Y/n)-” He tried to calm you down with words, but it wasn’t working.

As you returned to pacing back and forth in the room, Mark snapped you out of it when he pulled your arms into a firm grip and pinned you onto a desk. Immediately flustered by his actions you looked at your boyfriend with confusion.

“Mark, what are you-”

You were silenced by Mark’s lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes widened as he tightened his hands around your waist. When you gathered the courage to close your eyes and let your lips mold together in a perfect kiss, you felt all your worries go away.

After waiting a moment to catch your breaths, Mark would look at you with a shy smile and brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re perfect the way you are, (Y/n)-ah. And if our company can’t see that, then they don’t deserve someone as amazing as you.”

Mark’s words that day were what helped you to feel a lot better about yourself. In fact, that day you aced your audition just as Mark said you would. You knew it was going to be an easy road from here on. But with Mark by your side, and if you just held on tighter, you had a feeling you would be okay.

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RENJUN

The two of you were sitting on the couch. Renjun glanced up from his phone and smiled down at you beside him who was scrolling through Pinterest. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you found something you liked and saved it. Though you had tried to hide it out of embarrassment, he eventually found out that you had made a whole Pinterest board dedicated to him.

Hating to disrupt you, he would slightly nudge you with his shoulder. “(Y/n).”

“Yes?” You peered up from your phone. He’d stand up and glance down at the clock on his phone.

“Let’s go out to eat. It’s almost dinner time.”

The brightness in your eyes faded. Sitting back on the sofa, you turned away from him. 

“I’m not hungry.”

Renjun was instantly concerned. “But you didn’t eat lunch earlier. How are you not hungry?”

You debated on whether you should just lie and make up some excuse. The one you had used earlier today was that you ate a big breakfast. But the suspicion in Renjun’s expression indicated you should be truthful this time.

“I can’t eat. I’m on a diet.”

Just as you had anticipated, Renjun was not having any of it. He’d get so upset when you told him you were dieting. His tone would become serious and he’d sit back down to talk to you.

“(L/n) (Y/n) don’t you dare lose one pound.”

You exhaled a sigh, “Renjun-”

“No, I’m not having this!” He didn’t let you finish, starting to lecture you about good health and the dangers of dieting the way you were. 

When he finished, Parent Renjun would disappear and your boyfriend would come back. He’d sit back down and place his hand on your knee, “Sweetheart if you keep doing this, you’re going to make yourself sick.”

“But I have to,” You stressed, “I hate the way I look and I want to change that so badly.”

Renjun paused and exhaled. “(Y/n), your body is perfect as it is. You don’t need to change yourself.”

Now that Renjun was aware of your insecurities, he would keep a watchful eye on you to make sure you weren’t skipping any more meals or overworking yourself. He knew you often neglected yourself, so he wanted to be the one to take care of you when you forgot to. You honestly don’t know what you would do without him.

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JENO

Jeno loved to take you on all sorts of dates in his free time. About a few months into your relationship, he took you to go to a shopping center with him. Partly because there was a place he had to go return something. But he noticed that your closet was a little limited at the moment. So he used this as an excuse to buy you something.

Everything was going fine at first. But then Jeno suggested you walk into a women's clothing store that he knew you liked. You bit down on your lip in hesitation. You always had a hard time shopping, especially if it was for yourself. But you didn’t want Jeno to suspect anything. It couldn’t be that bad, you thought to yourself. Besides going in didn’t mean you had to get anything.

However, things didn’t go exactly as planned when Jeno started to point out some clothes. He would be so considerate, looking for the style that you usually wore. There were certain colors that he thought looked particularly good on you, so he looked for things with that as well. 

“Don’t you think this would look good on you?” 

You turned to see a simple but cute, blue dress that he had picked out. You actually liked the dress a lot. But you were trying to stick to your original plan.

“I don’t know…” You’d respond, unsurely.

Jeno handed the clothing item to you, “You should go try it on. I think this shade of blue would look really nice on you.”

You didn’t have the heart to deny Jeno and that’s how you found yourself in one of the store’s dressing rooms. Gently flattening the skirt of the dress, you forced yourself to look into the mirror. Right away, seeing your reflection made you want to puke. You were starting to regret your previous thoughts.

“Jagiya, are you almost done?” You grimaced when you heard your boyfriend’s voice call from the other side.

“I-I’ll be out in a second,” You cleared your voice, so it wouldn’t sound unstable.

When Jeno saw you come out of the dressing room, he immediately smiled. “You look-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw you shake your head and rub your arm self-consciously.“I look awful, I know. This dress really doesn’t suit me at all.”

“What are you talking about?” Jeno’s face faltered.

A sigh of frustration left your mouth, “Don’t pretend you don’t know. I can’t even stand how bad I look. I don’t know how you can.”

That was crossing the line for Jeno. He’d sigh and cross his arms.

“If you didn’t already know (Y/n)-ah, I think you’re gorgeous and every time I look at you my heart pounds. How could you say you look bad when you have the body of an angel?!”

You were so surprised by Jeno’s sudden rant. Everything he said was just so…sweet and reassuring. You honestly had no idea Jeno thought about you the way he described and you were so touched. With pink cheeks and a small smile, you would go over to hug your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking,” You murmured.

Jeno rested his head on top of your chin, “Don’t apologize. We don’t have to get the dress if you don’t want to. But I still think it looks perfect on you.”

“You really think so?”

He’d slightly pull away and pat your head, “Of course I do, (Y/n)-ah.”

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HAECHAN

He never shared it out loud. But Haechan was devastated when he found out about your insecurities. There was one time when you had a leg injury and Haechan had to help you get around. He was carrying you over to the next room and commented on how “heavy” you were when doing so. 

Your heart immediately sank when you heard him say that and it felt as if all your insecurities just jumped out at you. You’d get very quiet after that, while Haechan was talking. Then he would notice your lack of response in the conversation and ask what was wrong. You would bite your lip, hesitating on whether you should just act like you were fine. 

But you just had to ask, “Do you…do you really think I’m hard to carry?”

Your question practically slapped him in the face. At first, he didn’t think you were serious. But the softness and apprehension in your voice were what alarmed him. 

Immediately, Haechan would clarify with you that he was joking. He didn’t even think you were heavy to carry at all. It was a stupid comment and he had only said that because it was his way of complaining like he usually did.

“Are you sure? I understand if you do.” Haechan was so confused when you asked this. Did you not believe him?

That was when Haechan realized there was an actual struggle you were having with your self-image. He had no idea you were insecure about yourself to that degree and he felt so bad when you opened up to him about it.

“You are the most beautiful human being to ever exist on this planet,” He would tell you and follow with another joke. “But you really shouldn’t worry, Jagi. I’m the one with a one-pack.”

From then on, Haechan did not let you talk down about yourself. If you did he would scold you about having confidence in yourself, and emphasize the importance of self-love. He didn’t tease you about your appearance anymore and instead would give you a lot of compliments. Slowly you’d start to feel a bit better and you truly appreciated your boyfriend for being so caring. 

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[insomniacaesthetic]

| 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Snape x Reader

Requested by the user: mrscooper1303 (on ao3)

“The reader has come from an abusive home/relationship. She and Severus have been dating for some months and after having a really bad day for Sev, they have an argument. This results in Severus may be lashing out causing an accident? maybe the reader falls and hurts herself. Anyway, this scares the reader slightly leaving Sev to fear her leaving him. Definitely needs lovely smutting make up ending haha”

Warnings/Contents: Very brief non-descript mentions of past abuse (cigarette burns), verbal insults, praise kink, oral sex

Category: Angst that ends in fluffy smut.

Song: Forgive me by Evanescence

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“For fuck’s sake!”

As if the day couldn’t get any worse, you had managed to burn dinner. Severus was going to be home at any moment and he was bound to be starving. You were so busy trying to tidy up and reorganize his study, that you lost track of time. You were hoping he would be sympathetic, and you two could just go catch a bite at the three broomsticks.

You untied your apron and draped it over the counter and settled down on the couch. Surely the day would improve once you were able to wrap your arms around your lovely boyfriend.

As if on cue, you heard shuffling behind the front door. Seconds later, a disgruntled Severus Snape walked in. You jumped off the couch to bring him into a hug, hoping it would melt away the stresses of your day. However, when you slid your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, he didn’t seem to care for it. You pulled back to look at him in the eyes.

“Sev is everything al-”

“What is that god awful smell?” He interrupted. He pushed past you and dropped his bag and coat onto the coffee table. Your cheeks burned at his statement. He raised a brow at your silence, staring at you confused as he removed his gloves and scarf.

“I…um lost track of time.” You fiddled with your fingers and bit your lip. “So, I may have accidentally burned dinner.” You gave him a half smile, but he didn’t return it. He brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Again?” His eyes were screwed shut. He was clearly angry but was trying to hide it under a calm tone. You knew him too well to be deceived. Something was bothering him.

“Severus… Babe, what’s wrong?” You stepped closer to him, but he held out a hand to stop you.

“Nothing. Just a rough day.” He sighed and started pulling items out from within his bag. You knew you shouldn’t push the matter further. Severus had a temper. He was usually able to keep it under control, but if you pushed his buttons just right, he would snap. There have been many occasions where the two of you had screaming matches after a disagreement.

Severus loved to give the silent treatment. Whenever he was upset, all he wanted to do was lock himself up in his study and stay to himself. You were the opposite. Whenever you had a bad day or an argument, you just wanted to curl up on the sofa with him and talk about it. If the thing that bothered you didn’t involve him then he would happily oblige. He would hold you and stroke your back as you complained about your co-workers or even something unimportant like the weather.

But if you two ever had a disagreement, he would shut down. It hurt you whenever he shut you out and you were getting quite tired of it. You were his girlfriend! He needed to learn how to communicate with you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You sat back on the sofa and patted the spot next to you.

“No. I’ve got work to do.” He gathered the books he pulled from his bag and made his way to his study.

“Sev wait.” You jumped up to follow him. “Please talk to me.” The door slammed in your face. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. You gave the door a harsh kick.

“Stop isolating me!” You sobbed as you slid down the door onto the cold tile. You buried your face into your hands as sobs continued to wrack your body. You sat there for a while crying and begging, and just as you were about to give up, the door opened. Your teary gaze met Severus’ furious one.

“Sev?” You whispered. Somehow you had hoped that seeing you in this state would soften him up, as it normally does, but he still looked furious. In fact, Severus looked angrier than before he went into his office.

“Where. Is. My. Parchment.” His fists were clenched. He was still trying to keep a calm tone, but the anger was seeping out. This was the first time you felt fearful of the man in front of you. His body was shaking with rage.

“P-Parchment?” You scrambled to your feet. Your voice cracking each time you spoke.

“The parchment. The one that was on my desk. The one that had all the grades for my student’s last exam. The grades I spent hours getting together. The parchment that was on my desk this morning before I left. Where. Is. It?” The volume of his voice increased with each question. By the time he finished he was screaming them.

“P-Parchment. I don’t” You were unable to form words. You were crying again. This only infuriated him more.

“Pathetic. You burn dinner, misplace my belongings, and can’t even form a coherent sentence. Can you do anything right Y/N?” He scoffed.

“You don’t mean that Severus.”

“What is there not to mean? You mess up everything you touch.” His arms were crossed now. Never had Severus been so cruel to you. Sure, you had your disagreements before, but never had he insulted you. Especially when he knew how insecure you were about… well everything.

“I’m sorry.” Apologizing had become a habit. Even when you weren’t in the wrong, you tended to apologize. Something Severus had tried to correct but proved hopeless.

Severus’ hardened expression faltered for just a moment. Why was she apologizing? He had insulted you and here you were apologizing to him. He regretted his words after they left his lips, but it was too late to take them back. He just needed to get away from you before he hurt you farther. He always isolated himself during his bad moods because he feared if he didn’t, he would lash out. Unfortunately, he did just that. Now he had hurt the one person who loves him.

“Yes. Well.” He cleared his throat. Now looking at your shaking form. “Just stay out of my office from now on.” He went to turn back into his office but was stopped by you calling out to him.

“That’s it?”

He barely heard the words. He stepped closer to you, his anger returning. “Excuse me?”

“I said. That’s it? You’re just going to insult me and then go hide in your office?” Your wide E/C eyes were brimming with tears again. Your fists were clenched at your side. You couldn’t discern Severus’ emotions. His mouth was parted slightly in shock at your words, but there was a trace of something in his eyes.

The anger melted away from Severus. He was suddenly disgusted with himself. He had taken his anger out from his pestering students on you. Now you were angry with him. He should be holding you, telling you how much he loves you, not fighting with you. He closed the distance between you, determined to pull you into a kiss. When he raised his hand to grab your chin, you did something that made his heartbeat cease. You flinched.

It all happened so fast. He closed you in against the wall, his dark eyes meeting yours. Then from the corner of your vision, you saw him raise his hand. You recoiled away instantly and fell to the floor. Raising your hands to shield yourself from him. You had been in this situation before. Trying to prevent harm from coming your way. You hadn’t been successful those times. The circular burns on your arms showed the proof of that.

“Please don’t!” You shouted desperately. You refused to meet his gaze. ‘It would only upset him more’ You told yourself.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please I’m so sorry.” You winced at the gentle touch on your wrist.

“Y/N” Severus spoke hoarsely. “Y/N look at me.”

You violently shook your head and tried to remove his touch from your wrists. He got down to his knees and released his hold on your wrists to slide his palms up and down the expanse of your arms.

“Y/N please. I’m so sorry. I would never hurt you.”

Now he had done it. He messed up beyond repair. You would never forgive him for this one. Hell, he would never forgive himself. He had made you scared of him, so much so that you actually thought he would hit you. He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you to pull you in so you straddled his lap.

“Y/N” he whispered in your ear. One of his hands held you around your waist, the other ran soothing circles on your back. He repeated the words, “It’s ok. I’m so sorry love.” Over and over until your breathing returned to normal and you relaxed in his arms. After crying into his chest for some time, you pulled away to wipe your tears. He didn’t remove his hands from your body but lowered his head down to stare into your eyes.

“I’m so sorry my love. Please know that I would never ever hurt you. Please could you ever forgive me?” He slid his hand from your waist to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. A few more tears escaped, but he wiped them away quickly with his thumb. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. You pulled him closer as he continued kissing you all over your face. Pressing kisses over the last tears that left you.

Finally, his lips brushed over your own. He did not press them into yours, he waited for you to make the first move. You held him by his cheeks and connected your lips together in a tentative kiss. When you pulled away, you let yourself look into his eyes for the first time since he insulted you. Anger was absent from his face. All that remained was regret, passion, and the slightest trace of fear.

You captured his lips in another kiss, this one more sensual. His hand moved to the small of your back to pull you in closer. Severus usually tried to dominate the kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth and he would man handle you to the perfect position. Tonight, he let you take the lead. He was content just holding you close and feeling your soft lips against his. He just didn’t want you to stop.

He was afraid when you pulled away, you would come to your senses and start hating him. You would get up and leave him alone on the floor. He was brought out of his distracted thoughts by you grinding your hips down against him. His hands flew to either side of your hips and squeezed them gently.

You pulled away from the kiss and pressed your forehead against his, both of you were panting heavily.

“Do you still love me?” Severus reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but he let his hand linger on your cheek.

“I never stopped Sev. Not even for a moment.” You pulled his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles. These words were all he needed to hear. He got to his feet, pulling you with him. He pressed you against the wall and leaned in to leave kisses over your neck. He sucked and bit love bites into your soft skin, making you call out to him. You slid your arms around his neck, and he held you close by your thighs, lips still attached to your neck.

“Up” He spoken in-between kisses. You took the hint and let him lift you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. His hands rested under the curve of your ass. His bites were more becoming aggressive. You were definitely going to have hickies come morning. Severus gripped you tighter and pushed away from the wall and carried you down the hall. He used his foot to kick open the door of your shared bedroom. He placed you down softly onto the silk sheets and backed away to begin removing his robes.

His fingers were working open each button much too slow for your liking. You started to reach up to assist him, but he only pulled your hands away. “Patience, my dear.” He hummed.

Once he was left only in his black trousers, he joined you again on the bed. Severus grabbed your wrist to flip over your arms. The old cigarette burns that littered your arms now exposed. He brought his mouth down to press soft and tender kisses to each spot. Severus knew you came from a bad home life much like he had, but he had never really connected the dots that there had been physical abuse until tonight.

You were breathing rapidly. Anticipation and nerves coursing through your body. Just wanting to be as close as possible to the man you loved. When his kisses trailed from your arms to the crook of your neck, you reached up to start unbuttoning your blouse, but his hand closed over yours.

“Let me.” He captured your lips again while he unbuttoned your top. When you tried to raise your hips to meet his again, he put a firm hand on your stomach to keep you still. Finally, he slid the material from your shoulders which in turn exposed your bra to him.

“Lovely” He hummed and cupped your breast. His kisses travelled down your cleavage until he met the band of your bra. His hands raked down the sides of your body. Taking in every curve and relishing in the feel of your skin against his. He licked a stripe from your sternum down to your navel. A breathy moan escaped your lips.

“Sev. Stop teasing.” You whined.

“‘M not teasing. Just savoring.”

Whatever he wanted to call it, his sensual touches were driving you crazy. Every time you tried to encourage him to go faster, or move his hand a bit lower, he would only go slower. Each touch was punctuated with a whisper of praise or compliment. Sometimes you missed his words, but whenever you would catch him saying “You’re so beautiful Y/N.” butterflies would break out in your stomach.

After what felt like hours of just kissing, his hands reached the waistband of your skirt. He didn’t tug it down as you expected, he only flipped it up to take in the view of your underwear, which now sported a large wet spot. Severus cupped your heat and hummed appreciatively.

“So wet. Only for me though, right darling?”

His words turned your cheeks scarlet. Too embarrassed to answer you tried to hide your face in the pillows.

“Answer.” He simply said and turned you by your chin to meet his gaze. He wasn't content with your simple nod either. He applied more pressure where he cupped you. "With words baby."

“Yes Sev. Only for you.” You panted. He smiled brightly and leaned up to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear. He sat back up and began removing his belt and trousers. Maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. Once left only clad in boxers, you sat up determined to please him. He again lightly pushed you back onto the bed.

“Not tonight my sweet. Tonight, is about you and your pleasure.” His hands stroked your inner thighs making you shudder with anticipation. He finally hooked his hands into the elastic of your skirt and tugged it down, taking your underwear along with it, discarding the clothing somewhere on the floor.

Using one of his large hands, he lifted your thigh to rest over his shoulder as he placed himself in front of your heat. Without warning, he licked a line from your opening up to your clit making you cry out and thread your fingers through his hair. He groaned and attached his lips to your clit and started to suck feverishly. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you couldn’t stop yourself from tugging on his hair.

Your thighs were shaking but you were unable to close them due to Severus' rough grip. Keeping you wide open and unable to avoid the pleasurable strokes of his tongue. He brought his other hand up to slowly insert his fingers into you. He smirked as you moaned out in surprise.

You stayed like this for a while. The languid strokes of his fingers paired with the small swipes of his tongue were never enough to push you over the edge. It left you begging and whining.

“Sev. Please.” Your knuckles were turning white with how tightly you were holding onto the sheets.

“Please what? What do you want, darling?” He peered up from between your thighs to meet you dazed expression. He knew exactly what he was doing. Trying to embarrass you by getting you to say exactly what you wanted.

“I want you. Please.”

“You already have me. You need to be more specific, love.” He smirked at you, still thrusting his fingers in and out of your soaking core. A groan of pleasure and frustration left you.

“Need you. Your cock. Please.”

“Only because you beg so pretty.” He removed his fingers from you and brought them to his lips. Taking care to make quite the show as he sucked your arousal from his fingers. He finally removed your bra, followed shortly after by his boxers.

He took several moments to admire your breasts. Taking a swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking enthusiastically before switching to the other. He caught you off guard when he bit down slightly, causing you to gasp.

“You said you would stop teasing.”

He only smirked and returned to pressing kisses all over your chest. Until you finally had enough. While he was distracted, you were able to push him off you and straddle his thighs. Leaving you on top, and him pinned under you.

“Mmm this is a welcome surprise.” He was smirking. Much too cocky for your liking. Any other night he would've flipped you back over, but tonight he let you have this one liberty.

“You were taking too long.”

“Then by all means. Get started.” He brought his hands to your hips to help raise you. You reached down to position his cock at your entrance. Then slowly, you sunk down onto him. You both moaned in unison at the connection. You loved the feeling of being full of him.

You remained still until you adjusted to the position and his size, then tentatively began to rock your hips forward. When Severus moaned at your movements, you gained enough confidence to continue.

Severus helped set the pace. Keeping a firm hold on your hips as you bounced on him. Each drag of his cock along your walls bringing you closer to the edge. His head lolled back in pleasure, exposing his neck to you, which you didn’t hesitate to attack with kisses and bites.

You were both moaning in each other’s ears, his raspy grunts only spurred you on. His hips were snapping up to meet yours now, which meant he had to of been close. Severus buried his face in your hair and pulled you closer to him by your waist.

“Y/N look at me. Please.” He was breathless as he spoke. Desperation laced in his tone. You pulled yourself away from his neck to peer into his onyx eyes. He stared at you with such intensity, it sent pangs of pleasure through you. He pulled you closer, so your foreheads were pressed against one another. Both of your staggered breaths fanning across the other’s face as your hips connected.

“I love you so much.” He said before closing the short distance between your lips to kiss you. His tongue easily working its way past your parted lips. All moans muffled into the kiss.

Your movements were growing sloppy as your thighs tensed. Severus sensed this and took over, cupping your ass to help your thrust against him.

“Severus…I” you trailed off. It was getting harder to form words as you neared your climax.

“Go ahead, my love.” He tilted your chin to force eye-contact. His other hand came down to brush against your swollen clit. That was enough to push you over the edge. Still staring into his eyes, you clamped down on his length and whined out his name. He kept thrusting into you through your peak.

As you came down from your high, Severus was rapidly approaching his own. You returned to his neck to place gentle kisses along his collarbone. His groans were continuous, and his thrusts lost their precision. With one particularly deep thrust, he tensed and began to spill his come inside you.

“Y/N” He cried out next to your ear. His nails dug into your thighs. The pain deliciously mixing with pleasure pushed you over the edge an additional time. Your nails ran down his back, no doubt leaving marks in their wake. He hissed at your movements, but still held you close as your walls fluttered around him. You stayed like that for several moments. Still connected, as you both tried to catch your breath.

Severus was the first to pull back. He brushed away the sweaty bits of hair that stuck to your forehead and tucked them behind your ear and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too, Sev”

He chuckled and eased himself out of you. You whined at the loss, but his coos quieted you. “I love you most, dearest.”

Severus leaned over to where his robes were discarded. Riffling through the fabric until he retrieved his wand. With a small wave of his wand and a wordless incantation, you were both cleaned up. Now settling back into the bed, he pulled you close so your head rested on his bare chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Goodnight.” He whispered. He knew in the morning a serious discussion would need to be had, but tonight he just wanted to relish in holding you close. To bask in the bliss of having made love to his beautiful girlfriend.

He pressed a final kiss to the top of your head. You hummed in contentment and closed your eyes. The feeling of him running his hands through your hair lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

[desiredmalfoy]

You’re Pretty! (D.M. x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Genre: Pure fluff that is meant to be light hearted. Enjoy!

Summary: Draco can’t stop calling his girlfriend pretty.

Warnings: Some very mild bad language. Very small, you’ll probably miss it. Medical inaccuracies, sorry I am not an expert.

Universe: No Voldy :)

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Things were going well for you today. You had woken up early, they served your favorite breakfast and you had even received amazing marks in your classes today. You had also spent some of your time with your boyfriend Draco before he had to go to quidditch practice. It was one of those ideal days you loved.

You were currently sitting on the couch of the common room catching up on a book series you have been meaning to read. You grabbed a piece of chocolate and popped it in your mouth. Your peace and quiet were soon interrupted by an out of breath Theo. He ran into the common room still dressed in his quidditch uniform and broom in hand. If he didn’t look so serious, you would laugh at his current state. You lifted your eyes slightly from your book, enough to notice him making his way to you.

It seems things were going too well for you today. 

“(Y/N)…yo-you need to go to the i-infirmary.” He attempted to catch his breath. “Draco’s in there.”

“What happened to Draco?” You lifted yourself off the couch quickly and stood up. The book left idly now on the floor. 

“There was an accident on the quidditch field.” You were now following out of the common room and up the stairs out of the dungeon. 

You tried your best to keep up with him as he was basically running down the halls. “Explain Theo!”

“So Crabbe was eating this snack right? It was really greas-”

“Nott, I don’t give a damn what Crabbe was eating.”

“There is a point to this! Well, he went straight to grab his bat because you know he plays beater position. Right, so the grease caused it to slip and it hit Draco in the head!”

“You’re telling me he got hit in the head?!” The two of you had finally made it to the infirmary and were now standing outside of it. 

“Yes! You should have seen it (y/n)! It was such a bloody freak accident!”

You ignored that last part and instead pushed the doors open. There were only a handful of students in there so finding your boyfriend wouldn’t be hard. You spotted a familiar blond head towards the back of the infirmary. You rushed to his side where Madam Pomfrey was tending to his injury. 

“Ah! Miss (y/l/n)! I suppose you’re here to see Mister Malfoy?” You had stopped in your track once she had turned her attention to you. You carefully made your way to the chair next to his bed. 

You grabbed his hand and took it in yours, giving it a light squeeze. “Will he be alright?”

“Yes, dear. Received a big bruise to the head but I’ve already healed that. He has a concussion, poor thing was out of it before you arrived. But he’ll be okay.” She gave you a reassuring smile in an attempt to calm your nerves and the turmoil that was occurring in your head. 

You sat next to Draco in silence waiting for him to wake up once again. Minutes turned into an hour quickly and you were starting to doze off yourself when you heard grunting coming from beside you. 

“Draco, are you alright? Do you need anything? I can get Madam Pomfrey if you would like?” You were quickly by his side as he started to gain consciousness. 

“What’s going on? Who are you? And why does my head hurt so much?” He winced as his hand touched the top of his head where the injury occurred. You quickly grabbed his hand and kept it away. 

“Who do you think I am?” You asked him curious as to what he would respond.

“A really pretty stranger.” His voice came out sounding a bit groggy since he had just woken up.

“I’m your girlfriend Draco.” You explained giggling at the situation beforehand. “And you had an accident.”

“Girlfriend? Wow, you’re so pretty!” There was a hint of awe in his voice as he stared up at you. “I’m really lucky.”

“Let me go get Madam Pomfrey so she can make sure you’re okay.” You left to find her and come see him. She did another evaluation of him and came to the conclusion that he was fine. The hit to the head must have caused him to be confused but he was not suffering from amnesia. You sighed a breath of relief. She instead gave him a potion to help with the pain.

“So you’re really my girlfriend?” Draco questioned you once again as soon as Madam Pomfrey left his side once again. You took a seat in the corner of his bed and held his hand. “How long have we been dating?”

“Since fifth year when you finally got the courage to ask me out.” You joked with him. “Two years now.”

“Can’t blame me. You’re so pretty, anyone would be nervous to ask you.” A blush spread across your face at this. 

“I can’t believe I got so lucky. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” His voice had started to become softer as he started to feel sleepy. The potion given to him for pain finally started to have an effect on him. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here again in the morning. They won’t let me stay the night. I’ll bring you breakfast okay?”

“Okay, I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Dray.”

——

You had been right, the night before shortly after you were sent back to your dorm with the promise you could see your boyfriend in the morning. You unwillingly left his side and headed back to your dorm. 

It was now breakfast time and you had only come to get a plate for you and Draco. You rushed to your usual stop where all your friends sat. You quickly greeted them and started to look for foods you knew Draco liked. 

“How’s Draco doing?” Pansy asked you. 

“Last night I saw that I saw him, he was out of it. But he’s doing better. I’m going to go see him now and see how he's doing.” 

“Let us know how he’s doing okay?” Blaise spoke up and gave you one of his rare smiles. No matter the tough exterior, you knew he was worried about his best friend. 

“I will don’t worry.” You grabbed the plates and made your way out of the great hall. Moving against the crowd of students still coming for breakfast. 

You quickly arrived and opened the door that led to your boyfriend. You could see from here that he was already up and much better. He saw you coming his way and his eyes lit up as soon as they saw you. 

“Hey babe, you’re finally here to see me.” He said as you put the two plates of food on his bedside table. He pulled you into his side and gave you a kiss.

“You don’t remember I was here yesterday.” You pulled away laughing a bit in amusement. 

“Not at all. Yesterday was blurry. All I remember was being on the quidditch pitch and next thing I’m here.”

“Oh? So you don’t remember calling me the prettiest girl ever? Or forgetting I was your girlfriend?” You kissed the side of his temple gently.

“Can you blame me? Any bloke who would have just woken up not remembering anything would think the same about you. Because you are darling.” It was his turn to place a kiss on your blushing cheeks. 

“Well, you were definitely shocked I would date you.” You laughed recalling the events of the previous night. 

He laughed along with you as you told him what had happened the night before. “It’s a good thing I only said true things last night.”

“Now let’s eat so I can leave this place. I have to go see Crabbe.”

“Here you go”, you placed the plate of all his favorites in front of him. Having just a pinch of pity on Crabbe but not really seeing as your boyfriend was injured because of him.

“Hey, Draco?”

“Yes, love?”

“You promised me last night we could do whatever I wanted this weekend?”

“I don’t remember.”

“I do and you promised.”

“Only because I love you I’ll take your word for it.”

He in fact did not say that last night but he didn’t have to know that.

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MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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[rommahh]

{Girlfriend in the pit}

The fans loved when you joined them In the pit. It made the energy level fly off the wall. You danced and shimmied and screamed along with all of the fans. You always remembered to keep one of your reusable grocery bags folded in your back pocket for the fans to put any posters, letters, flowers, etc that they wanted Harry to have.

You normally created chaos in the pit too. You would start chants like, “free the nips!” Just to get a reaction out of your boyfriend. The fans never took their attention away from Harry to bother you or fan over you because you acted just like them. You get super ecstatic when golden comes on and the lights drop, you cry and sob when he sings sott and falling, and you dance to tpwk and sunflower just like everyone else.

Harry loved watching you in the pit- alway making sure to look for you when he made his way around to the side of the stage you were on. He would sing directly to you or mock your little dances. It made him happy to see how involved you were in his life and career.

After show you would hug crying fans and take as many pictures as they wanted. Even though you weren’t Harry, you were the closest thing a lot of fans would get to him. So you sit around for a moment to listen to people’s stories about how Harry has saved them. Or listen to them rant about how happy they are to have come to the concert. You’d even hold and wipe the tears out of the eyes of those who were just being hit with post concert depression.

You knew what it was like to be a fan because you were a fan. Before you and Harry were a thing, you were merely just a fan- mind you this was during the era of one direction- who wanted nothing more than to support their favorite artist. You understood how hard it could be after concerts to understand what had just happens minutes prior. It’s hard to gather all of your feelings after they had just exploded from your body purely out of excitement.

When people finally started to wander out of the venue, a body guard would lead you backstage to Harry’s dressing room. Normally after shows you’d find Harry sitting on the couch in his dressing room crying or meditating to calm his adrenaline. He too was just like his fans where he became so overwhelmed that he exploded.

You’d go into his dressing room and pull his sweaty body to your lap to hold him tight. He’d cry about how amazing the show was or about the things he wished he did better. You’d grab the hand towel placed on the coffee table in front of you to dab the sweat and tears off of his face.

After he calmed down, he would still be sitting still in your lap, head cushioned by your thighs as you ran gentle fingers through his hair. You would listen to his labored breathing to make sure he didn’t need his inhaler- still a little shaken up by the show in Colorado.

Eventually he would quietly get up from your lap to change out of his tour outfit into comfier clothes. You would never disturb his silence knowing he’s quiet because he’s trying to get his thoughts in order.

Re-emerging from the bathroom dressed in his clothed, he’s give you a soft smile. He’s make a comment about how this show was the best show, even though he said that about every show. Still very quiet, he would allow for you to fill the silence.

“Harry you are doing a really amazing thing for your fans. I’ve never seen a group of people more in love with one human. And it’s not merely because your beautiful but more so that you’re a great person with this beautiful soul. You write music that resonates deep within people and it pulls them in.

I had so many beautiful fans tell me about how you saved them and how you make them feel good about themselves. I’ve never been prouder to be In love with someone who could do something like that.” You’d finish with a proud smile, his eyes welling with tears again. You stood to walk in front of him. Your arms clasped around his back, one arm behind his back the other moving to his head. You grasp the back of his head in one hands to cradle it to your neck.

He pulled away to look deeply in your eyes.

“I love you so much. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner who supports me and my life as much as you do. I couldn’t do this with out you.” He whispers with so much love you thought he was going to start crying again.

“I’m always going to be here for you because I need you. You didn’t just save them Harry, you’ve saved me more than you can imagine.”

[h2bakugou]

『 𝗵𝟮𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 』 ✦  𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝘂 ; 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘂 ; 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗡𝗜

𝐈𝐕. 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗱 ✦ 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀-𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ; between you and izuku’s relationship, sex was always something to touch on later, both literally and figuratively. so when you go to your closest guy friends seeking advice on how to please your boyfriend, they give you much more of hands on lesson than you had expected.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ; katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero x reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; 18+, smut, swearing, porn with plot/little plot, cheating, dub-con, virgin!reader, virginity stealing, oral (male and female receiving), overstimulation, orgasm denial, thigh fucking, cum play, spit play, spanking, fingering, bukkake, orgy, split roasting, biting, mentions of porn, partial revenge sex, sub/dom dynamics, praise kink, degradation, masturbation, double penetration, recording

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ; this came to me on a whim, i really needed to just get this out of my head. i’ve been in a weird headspace and this prompt just kinda came up and stuck with me. apologies for any spelling/writing errors, this piece was not proofread!!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 6.7k

✦  𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁 ✦

Wanting to be the perfect girlfriend for your ever so lovely boyfriend was becoming more of a challenge. Izuku was an angel, and heaven-sent. He was as sweet as he could be. And you loved him for all that he did for you.

Helping you study for your college classes, taking you on cute picnic dates to watch the sunset. 

You were lucky to have a guy like him. But having a perfect guy like him meant you could also lose him. And you didn’t want that at all.

The two of you had never dabbled much into sex and all of its activities. There was the time you’d grinded against his lap, or made out while he jerked off under you, but you’d never done anything with him, just like he’d never done anything with you.

You were both nervous, but you wanted your first time together to be something special. Something you could both cherish. You wanted it to be perfect for him. 

Since porn was the last place you wanted to take advice from, you swallowed your nerves and bit the bullet, asking your best group of guy friends if you could hang out at their flat for a bit.

And of course, in the group chat, you were all in together, they welcomed you over with open arms.

You settled on their couch instantly recognizing the neutral grey walls as your second home when you weren’t pacing around your own flat. 

“So what’s up girlie?” Kaminari asks, already laying his head in your lap like usual.

“I have a really big favor to ask you all.” You stare worryingly at the floor, just past Kaminari’s head.

“What is it? You know we’re here to help.” Kirishima chimes in, honestly expecting some bad news.

“Don’t tell me that shithead Deku’s causing problems.” Bakugou grunts from his spot beside you on the couch.

“No, no. It does have to deal with Deku, but er...” You pause, swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat before spitting it out.

“We keep having these sexual moments, and I just wanna please him but I don’t know where to start so I thought I would ask you guys what feels good for men.” You suddenly feel as if the world has caved in, your frame much smaller than anyone else’s in the room.

As if a lightbulb had flicked on simultaneously in the male’s heads, they all gathered around you.

“Well, I know for a start, I like it when they look at me when they blow me. Makes me feel in control.” Kaminari grins.

“Yeah it’s the only time you’re in control.” Sero jokes. Kaminari slaps the ravenette and rolls off of your lap, sitting up beside you.

“So you want to have sex with Izuku finally?” Kirishima asks. You nod sheepishly, still embarrassed to be so open about your sex life, or lack of one, with some of your best friends.

“Have you ever had sex before?” Bakugou asks bluntly. Your silence speaks volumes as the four men around you all seem to get the same idea yet again.

“We can give you some tips!” Kirishima’s words aren’t supposed to have a double meaning, but in a matter of seconds, Bakugou’s standing right in front of you, gazing down at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Take my belt off.” He speaks clearly.

“W-wait you guys are just supposed to teach me-”

“We are. Hands-on teaching seems to show the most progress does it not?” Kaminari butts in, his hands creeping up on your sides, dipping under your arms to undo the buttons on your blouse.

“We’re gonna help you understand what feels good for us! We can teach you better this way, so pay close attention.” Sero stood behind Bakugou, slinging his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder.

“If this is gonna help, I guess it won’t be too bad.” You mumble, your timid hands reaching for Bakugou’s belt.

“Look at me.” Bakugou’s voice ushers for your gaze. Your eyes travel up his clothed chest to his crimson eyes.

“Good girl.” Bakugou grinned, watching as your eyes widened.

“Bet stupid Deku doesn’t praise you.” Bakugou huffs. Your hands eventually undo his belt and now you stare at his abdomen. Bakugou tugs his shirt off over his head, revealing his toned chest. 

You’re in awe.

“Izuku doesn’t look like that.” You think out loud, figuratively drooling over your best friend. Bakugou feels a strong sense of pride as he glances at Kaminari, who’s finally able to tug your shirt off and reveal those pretty tits he’s beat his dick to at night.

Photos of you in swimsuits, or teasing clips you’d posted to your instagram stories late at night in a bra or some sort of revealing top while you hung out with your girlfriends, Denki kept them all in a hidden folder and let out embarrassing moans when his hand jerked his cock at them.

“So pretty.” Kaminari mumbles, biting your shoulder as he unclamps your bra, finally seeing them in person, unobscured.

“Deku’s so fucking lucky.” Kaminari hisses, grabbing them roughly, kneading them in his hands harshly.

You whine, whether in pain or pleasure is unsure, the feeling of Kaminari’s hands kneading your tits like their just dough is making your cunt throb. And it suddenly feels so much hotter in the room when your eyes widen at the size of Kaminari’s bulge as you glance over at him.

“Does he touch you like this?” Kaminari whispers, his fingers twisting your nipples, tugging them between his thumb and forefinger as the rest of his hand continues to cup and massage your breasts.

“N-No. He’s never touched me.” You whine, your head hanging on your shoulders, embarrassed to be so turned on by this. This was wrong-

“Get my cock out. It’s time for you to learn how to suck someone off.” Bakugou places his hand on the back of your head and yanks your hair back, forcing you to look at him.

“Go on, or you won’t like when I do it myself. I’ll use your throat like a fleshlight.” Bakugou’s voice drops, watching as your hands find their way back to his pants.

“How come he gets to get blown first?” Kirishima mumbled to Sero, the pair gradually undoing their own pants, slowly palming over their clothed erections.

“Because I hate Deku the most.” Bakugou grunts.

“Oh fuck.” You curse, staring at Bakugou’s cock in awe. 

“I’ve never seen one in person before...” You babble, completely shocked by the pure length and girth of the cock that’s twitching in front of you. Bright pink cockhead, with a prominent vein on the underside, he’s fucking huge. And for a second you wonder if you can even open your mouth wide enough to take even the head of him in your mouth.

But you get your answer soon enough.

“So innocent.” Sero’s ashamedly turned on by your innocence. The way you stared at Bakugou’s cock like it was the only thing in the room was enough to make him excited. He wanted to steal every moment from you. He wanted to ruin you.

“Open your mouth. Tongue out.” Bakugou instructs. You do as you say and you can see Bakugou visibly tense. His shoulders relax as he grips the base of his cock and slaps the head of it on your tongue.

“Rule number one. No teeth. Ever.” Bakugou makes this rule very evident as he taps his dick against your tongue.

“If it’s too much, tap me three times.” Bakugou says in a slightly gentler tone, almost as if he knew you were going to need to tap out. 

“Well, it’s not gonna suck itself.” Bakugou huffs, smirking down at you. You try to think straight but nothing’s working. You search in the dirtiest parts of your brain, trying to remember all the magazines you’d seen telling you how to suck a guy to make him cum, but as you took Bakugou’s cock into your mouth, just past the tip, your jaw was already starting to ache.

Kaminari’s hands had traveled down to your shorts, teasing your bare skin as he slid his fingers under the waistband of your panties.

“Holy fuck.” Bakugou murmured, glancing back at Kirishima and Sero, who had now whipped their cocks out, stroking them while their pants sat pooled around their ankles.

“Is she good?” Sero asks, glancing over Bakugou to look down at you. You were clearly struggling, your hands resting in your lap awkwardly, not sure of where or what to do with them.

“Here, get on your knees down here.” Bakugou pulls his cock from your past your lips with a small ‘pop’ sound, his strong arms tugging you down off the couch, leaving Kaminari alone up there.

He quickly hops down too, sitting down behind you, taking the chance to play with your tits some more, biting and kissing your neck and shoulder.

Sero and Kirishima stand on opposite sides, now trapping you between all four males, one on each side of you.

You gaze at Sero’s cock. It was long, and lean, a significant curve set his apart from Bakugou’s. It was a bit thinner but still looked like it could do some serious damage.

Kirishima, on the other hand, seemed to outweigh them both. His cock was fat and hung along with the biggest balls you’ve ever seen-note you’ve seen three pairs so far.

It was thick, long, and veiny. And you were scared. If you could barely fit Bakugou’s in your mouth, you knew for a fact his wouldn’t fit at all.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ‘cha?” Kirishima teased as your hands daintily reached up to stroke Sero and Kirishima’s cocks. Something you’d seen in a porno once, where a girl was in a position similar to yours.

“Where’d you learn that one?” Kaminari teases, licking your shoulder.

“P-porn.” You stutter out.

“Oh.” Sero laughs.

“What a dirty girl you are.” Kirishima’s hips thrust forward, allowing your hand to complete the first stroke from the tip to the base.

You lean forward and take Bakugou’s cock back into your mouth, staring up at him as he grunts. His hands find their way to your hair, forcing you to take his length.

So much for going in slow and easy.

You’re sure you see the heavens for a moment. Your vision blurs with tears as Bakugou’s cock hits the back of your throat. Your hands stop moving on Sero and Kirishima’s cocks as you take a moment to adjust.

You mewl, your voice reverberating against Bakugou’s cock, the vibrations sending chills down his spine. He takes control, using your mouth as his own personal fucktoy.

And you were completely helpless. Besides the tears on your lashes and the ache in your jaw, your hands returned to jerking off the men beside you, your eyes still set on staring up at Bakugou as he smirked pridefully at you.

And then you felt it. Kaminari’s hands had slid down into your panties, his fingers just barely ghosted over your clit before you forced yourself down to the base of Bakugou’s cock, your hips jerking from the sensation alone.

“Woah there.” Kaminari pulled his hands out, giggling.

“Someone’s never felt that before.” He teases. You tap Bakugou’s leg three times and he pulls out, almost disappointed.

“Are you alright?” 

“Does it feel good to be touched down there?” You ask your hands reaching to remove your shorts.

“I think you’re talking to the wrong crowd for that.” Kirishima jokes. 

“Dumbass. Of course, it feels good. Don’t tell me you’ve never-”

“No! No! I’ve tried I could just never, make myself...” 

“Oh my god.” Kirishima and Sero give each other an almost pitiful stare.

“And Deku’s never pushed sex so I always thought something was wrong with me. What if I can’t cum? How can I please him if I can’t-”

“Hey. Why don’t we help you out? Clearly touching you there evoked some sort of reaction, why don’t you relax and let me see if I can work something out of you.” Kaminari offers, rubbing your sides. You nod shyly. 

Spreading your legs similarly, your movements are slow and timid as if you're scared to make a wrong move. Kaminari glances up to the others as they quickly picked up, Bakugou kneeling down to help remove your shorts and panties, which had a small damp spot, one Bakugou didn’t miss.

“You’re already soaking your panties. You’re enjoying this.” Bakugou retorted, staring in awe of your glistening cunt, one his childhood best friend had claimed before him.

It ate away at Bakugou daily. Seeing the two of you walk to classes together, or whenever you’d post snaps of you laying on his chest after he fell asleep during a movie night.

Or the way he’d call you baby in front of all your friends. It pissed Bakugou off. He was in love with you.

But oh was Bakugou going to take this chance by its reigns. He was going to show you exactly what you were missing being with that stupid nerd.

And even more so. Bakugou was going to take your virginity away from you, and away from the guy who you clearly thought was going to.

“Damn Deku really is lucky.” Sero whispered, his eyes locked tight onto your dripping cunt. It was beautiful. Sero had his fair share of one-night stands, and hookups, but he’d never seen one that looked like yours. God, it was captivating. He wanted to feel your tight, plush walls hugging his cock as he fucked into you from behind.

And then there was Kirishima, who stared in awe as well. His eyes wandered your naked body and wondered if you were truly the same girl going out with Deku. 

Part of you being in a standing relationship was so enticing. Kirishima was nothing short of respectful, but wanting to destroy any sort of expectations you had for your first time with Deku sent his brain and cock into overdrive.

And there you were, legs sprawled out, cunt dripping your essence onto the soft carpeted floors, your back pressed into Denki's chest as his fingers reached down and spread your pussy apart.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt like you were going to implode. Your senses were heightened, and the slightest touch between your thighs made you squirm. Denki chuckled as the other males salivated over you, picking their jaws off the floor was the next step.

"Go on, why don't you find her clit." Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest with an evil grin.

"Oh shut the fuck up." Kaminari's fingers moved from the lips of your cunt to the hardened bud, and with one tiny little touch, you let out an embarrassing whine. Denki grinned as he moved his fingers in a slow circular motion over your clit, watching how you quickly clamped your legs together.

"Awe no, let them see just how good I am with my fingers." Kaminari cooed in your ear, using one hand to pry your legs back open, Sero bending down and grabbing the other, forcing them apart. You whined in pleasure as his fingers worked wonders against your clit, your back arching against his chest. 

"Denki!" You cried out, feeling something building up inside of you. Kaminari grinned but Bakugou wasn't having it.

"Oi, enough. I wanna cum down her throat." Bakugou grunted, yanking you up to your feet from your forearm.

"Sit on his face and suck my cock, slut." Bakugou spat, your eyes widening. You nodded, glancing back at Kaminari who was already moving for you to do so. You were nervous, feeling awful for sitting on his face, but you didn't regret a thing when you felt Kaminari's tongue swipe through your folds. 

The cold steel of his tongue piercing made you shiver as his tongue flicked across your clit making you whine. 

"'m ready." You choked out, glancing at Bakugou.

"Us first." Sero stepped in, gripping the base of his cock, tapping it against your lips, similarly to how Bakugou had done. Kirishima stepped up and nudged his cockhead against Sero's, the two unphased by it.

"I-I can't take both-"

"So take turns." Bakugou said bluntly. You glanced up at Sero and Kirishima, worryingly trying to take Kirishima's cock into your mouth first. You made it just barely past the tip of his fat cock, before you realized your attempt was futile. You brought a hand up to help, stroking the base of his cock while your mouth worked past the tip. Your free hand returned to jerk Sero off, your ego racing as you heard his own grunts of pleasure.

"She's a quick learner." Kirishima grins, his hand resting on your head as he guides you gently to take more of his cock into your mouth. Kirishima is saddened when you stop and switch to try and do the same for Sero.

Halfway through the transition, Kaminari's tongue prods through your entrance, making you stop. Your shoulders tense up and you freeze, quickly hunching over, grinding your cunt against Kaminari's mouth, the tips of his nose brushing against your clit.

"Fuck!" You cry, feeling yourself lose control. Your mind turns white for a moment, and all the pleasure begins to hurt as you want to leap off of Kaminari's tongue. But his strong arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place stop you from doing so.

"It-it hurts! Please." You pant, your lips parted as you mewl against his face.

"He fucking did it. He made her cum." Sero groaned. Your head shot up, staring at the ravenette.

"T-that was-"

"A female orgasm? Yeah. Felt weird and tingly, and when he kept going it hurt. Fun huh." Sero grins. 

"Dude, let her explain it." Kirishima sighs. 

"It felt good. Really good. I've never felt anything like that before." You go to continue your job of blowing Sero, but he stops you. 

"Let's take this to Bakugou's room." Sero smirks. 

You're on your feet in a matter of seconds until the boys toss you onto Bakugou's cozy bed, the one you've crashed on multiple times while he was away or while he slept on the couch.

This time, Sero was quick to take control of the situation, ushering you to the edge of the bed where your head hung off. Sero smiled down at you, tapping his cock against your lips again as you eventually opened it for him. Before sliding it in, Sero leaned down and spit into your mouth, cutting any possible complaints off by shoving his cock down your throat.

"Fuck." Sero dragged out, watching as Kirishima took the opportunity to plant himself between your thighs, his tongue diving into your cunt. Your moans were silenced by Sero's cock as he fucked your throat raw. Kaminari was the only one who hadn't been inside your throat. But he was doing just fine, teasing himself with his hand, forcing himself to stop every time he felt like cumming at the sight of you being used by his friends.

"She tastes so good. Want more." Kirishima muttered against your cunt, using one hand to spread you open as his tongue wrecked your clit, his other hand dipped a single finger inside your tight entrance.

"She's so fucking tight." Kirishima commented, rubbing his middle finger along your folds, his knuckle just barely grazing the fleshy walls of your hole.

"I bet." Bakugou muttered.

"Can I fuck her thighs?" Kaminari asked, eyes bright with excitement. It was something he'd dreamt about doing. Feeling your plush thighs squeeze his cock, all while gripping handfuls of your tits, cumming on your tummy. It was a thought he could get off to over and over again.

"Shit. Gonna cum!" Sero groaned, sliding his cock past your lips once more, his cock twitching as he shot his hot load down your throat.

The next few seconds were fuzzy. Sero pulled out and shot up, cum leaking from past your lips. You couldn't swallow it. Shamefully spitting up, feeling horrible, it dropped onto your stomach and began to leak and make a mess.

"Awe, poor thing. Never had anyone cum in your pretty mouth before huh?" Sero patted your head, tilting it back so you could look up at him. Your lips were glossy and glistening with spit and cum, but your eyes were watery.

"Sorry! I-"

"Don't apologize. I should've just cum all over this pretty face instead." He smirked, leaning down, pressing a rough kiss to your lips. Kirishima decides to add another finger, and you're gone, moaning into Sero's mouth, hands gripping the sheets with enough force to turn your knuckles white.

Your thighs clamp over Kirishima's ears, and you find yourself grinding against his tongue and fingers, back arching off of the mattress. Bakugou just stands in awe, whipping out his phone to record the whole scene.

"Alright let Kaminari have his fuckin' turn." Bakugou groans, tugging Kirishima away, watching how your legs twitch as you cum for the second time. You're so sensitive and you don't know why. For the first time, after Sero pulls away, you see Kaminari's cock.

It's a little larger than average. It's pretty and slightly fatter at the head than at the base, and much like Sero's, as a pretty curve in it. Kaminari is eager to sandwich his cock between your thighs, watching how he smiles as he leans down to paw at your tits.

Just as he slides through your thighs, you feel the friction of his cock glide against your cunt, and suddenly you're awakened to yet another new feeling. Your back falls flat against the mattress again, your eyes floating back up to Sero who hovers over you. You go to reach for his cock but he shakes his head and yanks Kirishima over to his spot.

"Be a good girl for Kirishima, he likes to fuck pretty little mouths like yours." Sero grins evilly. You stare at the monster cock above your lips and you hesitate. How does he fucking live with a cock like this? Your cunt throbs just looking at it. You can imagine it buried in your cunt, your legs shaking as you cum over and over again on it.

Kaminari panted as moaned as his cock fucked your thighs, his hands still kneading your tits as Kirishima forced his cock down your throat, this time much slower than Bakugou or Sero had done. Your jaw ached in a much more intense pain. But you squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring it.

"That's it, take my fucking cock down your throat like the stupid little fucktoy you are." Kirishima degraded you. You let your hand travel down between your legs, forcing it to your cunt while not disrupting Kaminari's pleasure.

"Aw look, she wants to cum again." Kaminari quickly snatches your frisky hand back up, slowing his ministrations and slowing the friction of his cock grinding against your cunt.

Kaminari and the rest of the men hear your failed attempt at a whine as you struggle with Kirishima's cock in your mouth. Kaminari's hips move slowly and smoothly, humping your thighs like a needy pup.

Pining your hands to the mattress as he grinds his cock between your thighs, Kaminari lets out a huff before pulling himself away from you.

Kaminari groans and slinks over to Bakugou, whispering something in his ear which only elicits a smirk on his lips. Bakugou passes the word onto Sero who passes it onto Kirishima like a game of telephone.

Suddenly Kirishima's drawing his cock from your mouth and Bakugou's tugging you up.

"Get on your knees." Bakugou instructs, forcing your face down into the mattress, hiking your ass up into the air. Bakugou's palm comes down against your ass, the sound echoing in the full room. You whine into the sheets as he does it again, this time letting his hands grip your cheeks, spreading you apart.

"God, you're fucking dripping." Bakugou's not worried about the mess you've made smearing Sero's cum over his sheets, he'll have to wash them after what's going to happen.

Bakugou leans down into his mattress, tasting you for the first time. You clench the sheets between your hands, mewling in pleasure as his tongue flicks across your clit and scoops up your juices, most of it dribbling down his chin. He's eating you out like he'd been starved. You're cumming in a matter of seconds as he continues.

"'s too much! Please!" You cry out, your cunt aching in overstimulation. Kaminari had denied you once, and it didn't take much for the need to cum to overtake you.

"Gonna have to fuckin' punish you for that. Did I say you could cum, bitch?" Bakugou pulls away, spanking you once more.

"N-no!" You cry.

"'m sorry!" You apologize, hoping your efforts would spare you humiliation. But oh how wrong you were.

A searing pain rips through you as Bakugou's cock pushes past your entrance. Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth hangs open, a small cry ripping through your throat.

"It hurts!" You cry. Suddenly, the searing pain stops. Bakugou has pulled out, sighing as he moves onto the bed, waving for the guys to join.

Bakugou guides you down onto his cock, however, this time it's more like sitting on his lap. He's propped against his headboard, and you ease down as best as you can. It hurts, but Kirishima and Sero coddle you, kissing on your neck and chest, leaving Kaminari to suck on your nipples, flicking his tongue across your the hardened buds.

Bakugou bottoms out inside of you and all you can feel is the stretch. It hurts, more than anything you've ever felt. It's overwhelming and you can't think at all. Bakugou doesn't move. He rests inside you until you give a weary moan.

"Better?" He asks softly.

"Y-yeah." Your arms sling over the shoulders of the redhead and ravenette attacking your shoulders and neck with kisses and bites.

Bakugou's hands rest on your hips and help you up and down as you begin to bounce on his cock, the tip nudging against a spongey spot inside you, forcing moans to spew from you like a shook-up soda.

"Her moans are so fuckin' dirty." Kirishima speaks against your skin, sinking a hand down to your cunt, his fingers beginning to work at your clit, making you spew even lewder sounds as your moans turn to mewls and cries of pleasure.

"Who knew she could moan like that?" Kaminari laughed, palming at your breasts. You feel embarrassed, letting these men rip you to shreds while trying to learn.

It then dawns on you how you'd ended up in this predicament in the first place. You came here willing to learn, hoping to bring back something to help Izuku, but you'd completely blanked. You couldn't really remember anything they'd taught you, or if they'd taught you anything at all. Once you sucked Bakugou's cock, it'd all happened so fast.

Sitting on Denki's face, stuffing your face full of Kirishima and Sero's cock, cumming on Bakugou's tongue while being face down on his bed. It was all a strange feeling.

And now as your mind began to turn blank, vision clouding from pleasure, you realized you were fixing to cum again, this time from Bakugou's cock. All your pain had melted away-though a dull ache still remained in your abdomen, and turned to pleasure. You were cumming.

You. Were cumming.

Bakugou had taken your virginity.

And Bakugou had come to the same conclusion. As your cunt squeezed and pulsed against his aching cock, so desperately wanting to spill his load inside you and see you plump with his kid, claiming you for his own, stealing you away from that stupid fucking nerd you were with, he realized he had been the one in the end to claim you, and your virginity.

It was a sick and twisted sense of pride, to really think he had any say-so over your body. But there was something so devilishly hot to say that he'd been your first.

"Bakugou!" You cried out, your nails digging into the skin of Kirishima and Sero. Bakugou's cock continued to thrust into you.

"Yeah take my fuckin' cock. Take it you fuckin' whore. Gonna fuck you until you're braindead." Bakugou muttered, reaching a hand up to grip your throat, forcing your back against his chest.

"I wanna see you full of Kirishima's cock. Think you could take it? He'd rip you apart." Bakugou grinned, setting his friend up next. You shook your head against his hand on your throat.

"It's too big!" You cried, hoping that he'd listen to you. But he didn't. Instead, you found yourself back on the mattress, this time on your hands and knees. Weakly you kept yourself upright as Kirishima positioned at your entrance,

"Gonna use you like the little cocksleeve you are." Kirishima chuckles, watching as you squirm as the tip grazes your tight hole. Your cunt is dripping, every little touch seems to make you whine, and you can't tell if you've peed yourself or if you're just that wet. You think the former would be less embarrassing, but you decide to just stop thinking about it, and instead, you thank your body for all the natural lubrication it's making for Kirishima's cock.

Kaminari takes your mouth, sliding his cock inside and finally getting to feel what everyone else had. You can't speak, you can barely make any sounds with how raw they've fucked your throat. And you're painfully aware that they hadn't even bothered to slap on a condom. Not that you'd minded, they'd shown you time and time again that they were clean, and you were happy they'd taken the steps to have safe sex with any partner they had.

Kirishima's fingers leave bruises on your hips, gripping you with force. He sheathes himself inside you and you swear you feel yourself ripping in half.

It's so much, all at one time.

"Holy shit she fucking took you all." Bakugou says shocked, almost as if that was something to be proud of.

"He sent a chick to the ER. That phone call was awful." Sero teases the redhead for one of his mishaps.

"I didn't purposely hurt her! I was just trying to have fun, didn't think my cock was capable of tearing her fuckin' vagina." Kirishima feels a bit awkward talking about a terrible sex story while he's plowing into you, especially since you're too cockdrunk to even realize what's happening.

"Would you two shut up?" Kaminari's grabbing a fistful of your hair as he tilts your head back, sliding his cock down your throat, smiling down at you.

"You're doing such a good job. So fuckin' cute swallowing my cock like that." Kaminari praises. His praises make you feel warm and fuzzy, and you think for a moment, this is what it's like to be loved. But then images of Deku cross your mind. And your gaze drops, and you feel ashamed. You feel dirty.

You repeat to yourself that this is just a learning experience and nothing more. You'd never do this because you weren't satisfied in your relationship. No. You were doing this for Deku. You wanted to show him you knew what you were doing. You wanted to show him he could fuck your throat and make you cum with his tongue.

Kirishima grunted, his cock stretching even further, reminding you of the pain Bakugou had put you through the first time he'd entered you. It burned, but it became tolerable after a while.

"Shit, she's so fuckin' tight. Wanna cum inside." Kirishima groans. Your ears perk up at his words. You want to tell him no, but you can't. You don't. He pulls out before he gets the chance to and you're relieved.

"Sero, your turn." Kirishima trades places with Sero who was stroking his cock watching you get dicked down on both ends. Sero's cock takes you down an undiscovered path.

It seems every time he slides into you, his cock nudges against that spot inside you, making you cry in pleasure as Kaminari swaps places with Bakugou, his cock rammed down your throat once more.

Things become blurry, and all you remember is cumming again and again. When Sero nears his climax, he swaps places with Kaminari and Kirishima takes his chance to fuck your throat.

Kaminari's pace is different from Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugou's. He has no restraint. He fucks you fast, and hard, sending your body forward with each heavy thrust. He might be a bit smaller compared to the males, but he surely makes up for it.

"Out of everyone here, Kaminari has the most experience." Sero chimes in, patting his shoulder while he huffs, pounding into you until you're cumming around his cock, your milky white juices leaking out everywhere.

"She's making such a mess. How pitiful. So how fucked out are you, gorgeous?" Sero asks, watching as Kirishima pulls his cock out from your mouth, drool and saliva dripping past your lips as you choke out a moan.

"Feels-s so good." You babble, your head hangs on your shoulder as you bury it into the mattress, moaning as Kaminari fucks you into yet another orgasm. His stamina is incredible considering you thought he was still new to sex. Sorry Kami.

"She's fuckin' out of it jesus christ." Bakugou mumbles, pulling Kaminari out from between your cunt. Bakugou flips you onto your back and stares at you in amazement. Your legs are shaking and you're still making noise, whining about how you want more and how empty you feel.

"Please, fill me up." You whine, staring at the boys.

"With a face like that, how could we resist?" Kirishima grins, slapping Sero on the ass. Sero rolls his eyes and joins you on the bed.

"Think you can take two at once gorgeous?" Sero coos, laying down beside you, ushering you to lay on top of him. Your mouth drops open as you lower yourself onto him and lay back, watching as Bakugou saunters around to the front. He grins as he lines his cock up at your entrance, just barely pushing his tip inside.

"Kirishima stretched her out good for us to use her like the little whore she is. God, she's so fucking good at this I almost don't wanna give her back." Sero whines against your back, kissing your bare skin as Kaminari watches in amazement as Bakugou sinks his cockhead inside your already full cunt.

"So full. Want your cocks inside me." You manage to blurt out as Bakugou grips your thighs, shoving his cock into your stuffed pussy. It wouldn't fit all the way, but it threw you over the edge.

"Maybe she needs that filthy mouth of hers full of cock again." Kirishima's hand strokes his cock, eyeing Kaminari. Kaminari eagerly hops onto the bed, his knees hitting against Sero's arm as he taps his cock on your lips.

"Come on angel, wrap those pretty lips around my dick." Kaminari smiles, watching as your mouth lolled open. Sero's arms wrapped around your tummy, holding you against him as he fucked up into you, his cock rubbing against Bakugou's inside of you, both cocks rubbing against your walls, making you feel insanely good.

Kirishima was not going to let this moment go to waste. Snatching Bakugou's phone, he began to record, calling you a slut for them.

"Look at this cockdrunk whore. Stuffed full of three fuckin' cocks." Kirishima laughed, holding the phone near your pussy, making sure to record how Bakugou and Sero abused your cunt.

"What would Deku do if he got this nasty little clip huh? Bet he'd call you a slut. Watching his friends fuck your little virgin cunt until you're braindead." Kirishima grinned as he moved and set the phone up to continue recording for the rest of the session.

"Wanna fuckin' fill you up." Bakugou grunted.

"Teach that nerd a fuckin' lesson about how to fuck a woman." He continued.

"She's making such a mess, look at that pretty pussy. So sloppy." Kaminari moaned as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, trying your best to take him into your mouth. The angle was a bit awkward but you managed, eventually pulling him into your mouth.

"God let's hurry this up, I can't take much more of her cunt squeezing me." Sero huffed into your back. He was going to cum again if he kept going. He wanted to fill you up like everyone else did, but he wanted to see his cum all over your pretty face.

Bakugou pulled out first leaving Sero alone inside you. You let out a strangled moan as Bakugou tapped his cock against your sensitive clit, your cries no longer silenced by Kaminari's cock since he too had pulled his cock from your mouth.

"Get down on the floor, on your knees." Bakugou instructed. Hazily you lifted yourself from Sero's cock, slightly amused by the moan he let out as he slid out of you. You stumbled onto the floor, sitting patiently on your knees as they gathered around you, this time smushing themselves to all have a view of you in the front.

"Can't wait to see you covered in cum." Kaminari spoiled the surprise, his hand jerking his cock. You stared up at Bakugou. Leaning in you licked the tip of his cock, watching as his eyes rolled back. You took turns swapping between the males until they were all helping you out, stroking their cocks at fast paces until Bakugou came.

Hot ropes of cum stuck to your face and chest as Kaminari came second, Sero third, and Kirishima fourth. It dribbled down your chin as you stared up at them, each of them smiling proudly at you.

"So fuckin' slutty. Look at her, so fucked out." Sero said breathily. They all rushed to grab their phones, snapping pictures of you covered in their cum. You just sat quietly, staring up at them as your chest heaved, your cunt throbbing.

"So what'd you learn?" Bakugou leans down, a handful of your hair holding your head back so he could look into your eyes.

"I-I like being stuffed full of cock." You babbled. Your cheeks were stained with his cum.

"Whose cock?" Bakugou's eyes narrowed.

"Yours." You parted your lips, still miraculously trying to catch your breath.

"Good girl." Bakugou praised. The other boys gathered around you, leaning down with towels to help clean you up.

It took about fifteen minutes to clean you up entirely, but afterward, they helped dress you and treated you to some dinner. You were nothing but smiles the entire time.

Before you left their apartment, Bakugou pulled you aside.

"Record your time with Deku so we can give you another lesson." He whispered into your ear, an evil smirk on his lips. You pulled away from him shyly, nodding.

"Thank you for teaching me." You thanked the men as you walked toward the door, an obvious limp in your step.

"Do you need a ride home angel?" Sero asks, ready to hop in his car and drive you over to your shared apartment with Deku.

"I think I'll be okay. I drove here anyway." You giggle. Sero smiles and glances at the others. Visions of your face covered in cum plague Sero's thoughts and he wants to slam you against the front door and fuck you all over again.

The same image is running through everyone's head as they stare at you as you leave, wanting you to stay. But it's too late when the door shuts and they're left alone as if nothing had happened.

"What happened doesn't leave this fuckin' apartment." Bakugou states, trudging off down to his room to put his freshly washed sheets on the bed.

When you arrive home, Deku's happy to see you. He doesn't question where you'd been, he knew you were with the boys hanging out. He smiles when you kiss him, and he's nothing but unaware of what had gone down.

He doesn't know about the cocks that had been stuffed inside your cunt, or a spot or two of dried cum that the towel might've missed that you'll clean up in the shower soon. He doesn't know about how dirty your mouth got and how it was filled with his friend's cocks only hours earlier.

He cuddles you sincerely until your hand begins to wander, palming him through his boxers.

"I'm ready." You smile sweetly, ready to put all that you had learned to the test.

✦ 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ✦

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jealous

Word Count: 3,130

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some insecurity angst (only a little though) but all fluff otherwise!

A/N: thank you for the help and love you two give me @satan-ruler-of-hells​ @thisnoodlewritesao3​. Was having a shitty day so I queued this fic up to hopefully bring some smiles to people’s faces <3

Haikyuu Masterlist

Ushijima would never understand why people flocked to him the way they did during tournaments. No matter where the team went, there were people begging for answers to their invasive questions, people screaming in excitement as soon as they saw them, but why?

“You’re a big strong attractive dude, Ushi, I dunno what to tell ya. Not to mention, you’re the ace of a powerhouse school,” Tendō laughed when Ushijima asked him why. But it wasn’t like any of these girls knew him so why were they always asking for pictures?

But despite not really understanding, Ushijima often complied with the request for photos, standing there as stoic as ever, not even bothering to crack a smile. He didn’t want to make anyone upset and he felt like just going along with it might actually be easier than trying to run away.

But today, Tendō watched as one girl got prepared for a selfie, and surprised Ushijima with a kiss on the cheek for the photo. She squealed in excitement, thanking him even as she ran away. The two Shiratorizawa boys stood there in confusion, Tendō’s eyes looking around to make sure you weren’t around to experience that.

Ushijima stood there for a moment longer, his hand going up to his cheek and touching the place she had kissed him. Had that really just happened? How odd. Why would someone he had never even met before do something like that?

The thought left his mind as soon as it had entered, turning around to follow Tendō onto the court. But he noticed how his friend’s eyes seemed to glance around the hallway, as if looking for someone, then fall on him questioningly.

“What is it?” Ushijima asked, watching his friend’s eyes carefully. 

Tendō just laughed and shook his head, “I’m just glad poor Y/N didn’t have to watch that. Can’t say I’d envy her.”

Ushijima’s brow tensed a little hearing those words, trying to comprehend Tendō’s words and tone, “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you’re constantly followed around by girls and you must see some of them all the time at every one of our tournaments. But you and Y/N haven’t had a lot of time to see each other now that practice is every day right? Plus... what girl wants to see her boyfriend get kissed by some random fangirl?” Tendō explained, holding his hands behind his head as they walked into the stadium courts. 

Ushijima frowned a bit, still not fully comprehending. You knew that he was busy with volleyball and you knew he loved you, didn’t you? So why did it matter what some insignificant people thought? Or what some random person did for that matter? Sure, it was an uncomfortable kiss and was awkward but would it matter? He didn’t even know the girl. 

Unbeknownst to either of them, the girl had posted the pic onto social media. Swarms of jealous students and gossip news reporters started to share the picture and repost it with the question “Is this Ushijima’s girlfriend?”

It didn’t take long for you to be tagged. One of your friend had sent the photo with a questioning keyboard smash, wondering if you had known.

You hadn’t.

You had been up in the stands when it all took place - you didn’t see Ushijima often before a game since he was usually stretching while you got there early to get good seats. You had been sitting up in the stands, talking to another friend of yours and some of the other players’ friends and family. But when you saw the picture, it was like everything around you started to move in slow motion.

Your heart felt like it was moving up your throat, your chest tightening. Who was this girl? Your fingers instantly clicked onto her profile, glancing at all of her public photos. She was gorgeous, thin, smart by the looks of it too. She even had a picture or her playing volleyball.

Something inside of you asked the question, “Would Ushijima be better off with someone like her?”

He wasn’t following her on social media, so he didn’t know who she was. It wasn’t uncommon for people to post their photos with Ushijima, but no fans had ever been so bold to kiss him for a picture before.

You couldn’t even remember the rest of the game. Your stomach was churning so much you thought you were going to be sick.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Your friend asked when they realized you hadn’t cheered as loud as you normally did during the games. You quickly plastered on a smile, nodding quickly.

“I’ve got to head out early! Tell the boys I said congratulations!” You asked them as the game came to an end, your feet quickly moving out of the stadium before the crowds left.

Ushijima could’ve sworn you had been up in the stands and you always came to his games. So where were you? Why hadn’t you come down yet? He stood in the hallway, watching as crowds of people left. Loads of them congratulated him or tried to strike up a conversation with him. But not a single one of them was you.

“Oh Ushijima! Y/N asked me to say congratulations!” Someone smiled up at him giving a thumbs up. He recognized them, they were friends with you weren’t they? So you had been here...

Ushijima’s forehead creased ever so slightly, “Where is she?”

“She said she had to go for some reason! She didn’t look so good when she left to be honest. Maybe she was feeling sick?” Your friend shrugged and gave another wave before rushing off.

Ushijima glanced at his phone, finding no notifications from you. If you had been feeling sick, why wouldn’t you tell him?

“You alright there, Ushi?” Tendō called, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We won, it’s time to go! What’re you standing around for?” His head spun around, looking for the missing part of their trio. “Where’s Y/N? It’s almost time for our celebratory dinner!”

“She left,” was all he said with a frown.

Tendō sucked in some air nervously, glancing at his own phone and all the notifications he had gotten over the recent scandal photo. “Think it might have to do with this?” He asked, showing the post to his friend. “Didn’t you get tagged in it too? Seems like the whole team was.”

“I don’t have notifications for those apps,” Ushijima shrugged. “I get tagged in a lot of things and it gets annoying.”

Tendō pouted at this, realizing that’s why Ushijima never responded to the hilarious things he would send him.

Ushijima was still frowning, wondering why everyone seemed so concerned with his dating life. He scrolled through the notifications that Tendō had on his phone, news reporters questioning Ushijima’s relationship status, people from their school mentioning Y/N and curiously wondering if they had broken up. 

All of this over some random girl? He glanced at her post a little closer, noting the caption read, “Ushi” with a little heart emoji next to it. He hadn’t been happy at all that some girl had decided to plant a kiss on his cheek but he never had the chance to tell her that before she ran off. 

“Why would Y/N leave over that?” Ushijima finally spoke, glancing again at his own phone to see if maybe you had texted him in the last few minutes.

Tendō sighed and raised an eyebrow to him, “Ushijima, some people get jealous.”

Jealous. The word echoed in Ushijima’s mind as he tried to consider the possibility that you were jealous over someone whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Wouldn’t you be jealous if you saw someone posting a similar photo of Y/N?” Tendō asked with a tilt to his head, curiously watching his friend’s expression. 

Ushijima let the thought cross over his mind while the two of them walked to where the rest of the team had gathered. What if some dude had posted a picture of Y/N, kissed her cheek, and everyone had assumed they were together? He frowned and shook his head of the awful thought, now understanding that maybe jealousy was that pit in his stomach he was currently experiencing. 

Although Coach Washijo growled a little in response, Ushijima insisted that he would not be joining the team for a celebratory dinner. When Goshiki asked Tendō where Ushijima was going, he’d just shrug and smile saying, “He’s off to be a good boyfriend.”

It must’ve been strange, seeing this tall man running around town, looking confused and frustrated. Numerous people around him glanced back at him, watching him with questioning eyes as he passed but Ushijima didn’t even noticed. He needed to make sure that you were okay.

You weren’t really sure why you left so quickly after the game was over. You knew the longer you waited to have this conversation with Ushijima, the more awkward you’d feel and the more upset that he’d be that you hadn’t brought it up sooner.

It’s not like you were mad at him or anything - how could you be? It wasn’t like he was the one kissing her, or that he had known she was going to do that - you knew it wasn’t the latter since Ushijima wasn’t all that big on PDA anyways so there was no way he’d be okay with it with some random girl... you hoped at least.

So if you weren’t mad, why did you run? You frowned as you tried to think of a good excuse, trying to tear apart the reasons for your behaviour. But all you could really think of is how insecure you had felt, seeing that picture. That girl was everything and you were... well what even were you?

Ushijima didn’t know how to beat around the bush - he didn’t know anything but being blunt and honest. So he had to be with you for a reason right? If he wanted to break up with you, he would’ve... right?

You groaned quietly, stuffing your face into the pillow you were holding into your lap. You needed to text him - he was probably wondering why you didn’t stay till after the game. But he hadn’t even texted you... hadn’t called... maybe he hadn’t noticed? You glanced at your phone one more time, as if waiting to see a notification you had missed or a text that you hadn’t heard the alert for.

Maybe you should just call him. Maybe if he hadn’t noticed, you both could just go out for food or have a nice night in and you could forget you ever saw that photo. You nodded slightly at your plan, moving your finger to call him. 

But a knock on your door distracted you. You looked up at the sound, glancing between that and your phone.

You dragged yourself out of bed, starting to type out a very nonchalant casual text to Ushijima as you made your way downstairs. Though it was very obvious once you opened the door that the text wasn’t needed.

“Y/N.”

What was it about the way he said your name that sent chills down your spine? 

You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing that all that time spent coming up with excuses was useless because here he was right in front of you, panting slightly, and you were drawing a blank.

“H-Hi, Ushijima,” you hesitated slightly, both standing there awkwardly until he nodded towards the inside of your house.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, his voice more gentle than usual even with his heavy breathing. 

You nodded slowly and let him in, watching as he tucked his shoes away and stood in front of you as if waiting for you to say something.

“So... congratulations on your win,” you offered after moments of silence.

His eyes just watched you, as if checking to make sure you were okay, “Your friend said you had to leave. They also mentioned you weren’t feeling well. Is that why you didn’t stay?”

You stuttered out some sort of syllables that were no where near to being words as your boyfriend placed his hand on your forehead, cupping your cheeks in his other hand, “You don’t feel feverish but you are a bit warm,” he stated quietly. “Would you like me to make you some soup?”

You shook your head quickly, stepping back from him slightly, “I’m okay, Ushijima, promise. My... stomach just didn’t feel right.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched you, “Your stomach?”

You nodded, staring at your feet. You should just be honest, shouldn’t you? Ushijima was always honest with you. But what if you were honest and he came to the same realization - that he could do better than you?

“So this has nothing to do with that Instagram post?” Ushijima’s voice was stiffer this time around, almost... awkward? He shifted on his feet, trying to get you to look at him but when you wouldn’t, he just gently put his fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. “Please talk to me, darling.”

It was as if you had been hiding tears this whole time and didn’t even realize it. But the softness in his voice and his eyes, the way he touched you, just made your eyes start to tear up, “It’s stupid,” you admitted after a moment and Ushijima’s thumb wiped away a tear that escaped you. “I know you don’t even know her.”

He nodded in response, stepping a bit closer to you now, “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he told you, confirming what you had already assumed. “But I’m sorry.”

You gave a little laughing, shaking your head, “Ushijima, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know you take pictures with your fans sometimes.”

“No, I’m sorry because I didn’t understand why you would be upset at it at first. But Tendō helped me understand. Please don’t go taking photos like that with other men,” Ushijima asked you and made you laugh again. “I... I wouldn’t like it.” He admitted shyly, his lips turning to a small smile as he watched you laugh.

“She’s rather pretty though,” you mumbled softly, finally wiping the rest of your tears that were building in your eyes. “I just... You two look really good together.”

Ushijima seemed to think about this, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling as he considered your words, “She’s not ugly.” He stated simply, finally looking back down at you. “But I have no feelings towards her.”

“Feelings can be developed,” you suggested, hating every word that was coming from your mouth. Why were you arguing for him to leave you? Why were you trying to convince him?

Ushijima gave a chuckle this time, patting your head softly, “Why would I want to develop feelings for anyone else when I have so many feelings for you? You have nothing to be jealous over, love.”

Ushijima always said things with such honesty and you knew he would never say anything he didn’t mean... but didn’t he know there were girls out there much better than you?

“You are the one I want to be with. Not anyone else. All those girls I see at my games all look the same. But when I look at you,” Ushijima let his thumb graze over your lips gently, a small smirk on his lips, “I have to remind myself to stop looking at you. I have to tell myself that I’m staring. Before we started dating, Tendō told me you might think I was creepy because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

You giggled, trying to not focus on the tingles this man’s finger left on your lips, “Oh ya?”

Ushijima just nodded firmly and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/N. I couldn’t care less about anyone else. Do you trust me?”

The question hung in the air for a moment - you knew you did but how long would it be before he realized just how incredible he was?

“Yeah,” you whispered, trying to shove down all of your anxieties. 

He watched you and even though you were saying yes, there was something about the way you were standing that didn’t match with your words. Ushijima wasn’t the best at understanding people, but he knew you. “Everyone of those fans would stop coming up to me if I wasn’t as good at volleyball. One day, when I can’t play as well anymore, or if I ever get injured, all those fans will disappear. But the only one I’d still want with me is you. That’s how I know I love you.”

And even if it was just for a moment, all your anxieties stopped. You smiled to yourself and threw your arms around him into a tight hug. Ushijima’s massive arms wrapped around you as he pressed more kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Next time, please talk to me honestly,” he whispered to you.

You nodded into his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly and murmuring back, “I love you too.”

The two of you would end up in your room, curled up with some show playing in the background before you’d sit up in realization, blinking at him in surprise, “Hang on, didn’t the team go for your celebration dinner?”

Ushijima shrugged and nodded, glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen, “Yeah they should be done soon. I imagine Tendō will text me to make sure you’re okay after.”

Your forehead creased in worry, staring at him, “Did... Did they drop you off on the way or something?”

Ushijima’s eyes shared your level of confusion, tilting his head as he tried to think about your question, “Why would they?”

“Ushijima, how the hell did you get here?” You asked with wide eyes, remembering how out of breath he was and wanting to hear the words from his lips.

“I ran,” he stated simply as if it was such a casual thing to do. “Is that important to know?”

“Babe, your tournament was across the city,” you gaped, mouth open slightly as your eyes widened even further. “That must’ve been such a long run, especially after a game!”

Ushijima thought for a moment, thinking about how the team had to take a bus to the games today, and how Y/N had to take transit. His mind tried to calculate the distance, though it wasn’t likely he’d get an answer. He just shrugged, thinking nothing of it as he settled back into your bed, “I could’ve gone farther,” was all he said as he pulled you in for some more cuddles, “as long as it was for you.”

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Can’t Be Your Secret Anymore

Summary: You hardly expected the next time you saw Spencer after your big fight is him coming out of an ambulance on a stretcher.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Nurse!Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: one swear word, arguing, hospitals, fluffy ending!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this is an anon request!!! anon, i hope i did your wonderful request justice! my asks are always open for anything (random concepts, full-fleshed ideas, or just random thoughts/questions)

Masterlist

“Sorry, I’m home late, sweetheart. The team wanted to go out for drinks after work and then Savannah wouldn’t let me leave until I did karaoke,” Spencer chuckled, “Luckily, she was drunk enough that I slipped out without ever having to fulfill my promise.”

Spencer’s smile faded once he realized you weren’t smiling too.

“Why did Savannah get to go but I can’t? We have been dating longer than her and Derek,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Baby, it’s not the same thing…” Spencer began to say.

You shot up from the couch, “It is too the same thing, Spencer. I have asked you at least 5 times to meet your team and you always say it’s not the right time. When will it be the right time, Spencer? A year? Ten? I can’t wait around until you decide I’m good enough for your friends,” you began walking around his apartment, collecting your things.

“No, Y/N. Please stay. You can meet them! You can meet them, I swear! Please don’t go,” Spencer desperately begged.

“I never wanted a pity invite,” you sighed, “Goodbye, Spencer. Call me if you would finally like to commit to me for once.”

The gentle closing of his apartment door cracked Spencer’s heart in half. He snuck out early from the bar in hopes of being cuddled up with you but now he was all alone.

-

A week. It had been a week since you walked out of Spencer’s apartment only to be met with radio silence. If you were being honest, you hadn’t really expected Spencer to make no attempt to get back together with you. But if he really didn’t want you back, you needed to start moving on with your life.

“Y/N, we’ve got an incoming ambulance,” Linda, the other on-call ER nurse said, snapping you out of your daze.

You jogged out to the ambulance bay, suiting up with rubber gloves.

The ambulance screeched to a halt outside the entrance as the paramedics unloaded the stretcher.

“White male. Early 30’s. GSW to the neck. Pulse is thready,” the paramedic stated.

The patient’s eyes opened slightly for just a second and they locked with yours.

“Spencer,” you whispered under your breath as his eyes closed again.

You and Linda rolled him up the OR before returning back to the ER floor. You took a seat at the desk and put your head in your hands. You were trying to control your breathing because being in the elevator with your barely alive ex-boyfriend was not how you expected this night to go.

“Do you know Reid?”

Your head snapped up to the muscular man that travelled in the ambulance with him.

“What?” you asked, even though you heard him the first time.

“It sounded like you said ‘Spencer’ when you pulled him out of the ambulance. I was just asking if you knew him,” Derek said.

“Um, kind of. We have a mutual friend so I’ve seen him around but I really don’t know him that well,” you lied.

It pained you to say that you didn’t know Spencer well at all when he was fighting for his life in surgery but then again, did you really? The mutual friend technically wasn’t a lie because you guys were set up by Patricia, a librarian, because you were the only two people under 60 that came into the library regularly.

Derek didn’t seem to be convinced but he nodded and stepped away regardless.

When the head surgeon working on Spencer came out, you purposely pretended to be doing a task close to where his whole team had gathered.

“Dr. Reid is expected to make a full recovery,” you heard, you let out an instant exhale of relief, “He is in Room E105 if you would like to see him now.”

Shit. That was the wing you were in charge of post-op for. The surgeon found you and handed you the clipboard of Spencer’s file before returning back upstairs.

You slowly made your way to the room. Thank god, you could see he was still unconscious through the door. You knocked lightly on the open door to alert the team of your presence.

“Hi, I’m Nurse Y/L/N. I’m in charge of Spenc-I mean Dr. Reid’s post-op. I just need to check his vitals real quick,” you informed them.

A blonde woman with bright bold clothing that you assumed was Penelope, based on what Spencer told you, backed away from Spencer to give you room to work, “Do whatever you need to do, sweetheart.”

That sent a pang through your chest. Spencer always called you ‘sweetheart’ but maybe that was just because he could never bring himself to call you ‘love’.

“He’s all set. I’ll be back in an hour,” you flashed a polite smile before quickly leaving the room that felt like it was suffocating you.

“Thank you!” Penelope called after you.

-

An hour later, you picked up Spencer’s clipboard once again and headed to his room, stopping in your tracks when you saw he was awake.

You made brief eye contact before you whipped around and speed-walked back down the hall.

“Linda, can you take my patient in E105 please?” you pleaded.

“Is it super gross?” she cringed.

“No, it’s just someone I’d rather not talk to right now. It’s just a vital check for a post-op GSW,” you informed her, “I’ll let you take an extra 5 minutes on break and I’ll do all the bedpan changes.”

“Fine,” Linda grabbed the clipboard and headed to Spencer’s room.

Linda decided to take her slightly longer break right after doing Spencer’s post-op. So when his ‘call nurse’ button started rapidly going off, you had no one to turn to.

You sprinted down the hallway to his room and quickly opened the door to see him sitting up, perfectly fine with the remote in his hand.

“Are you dying?” you asked flatly.

“Without you, yes I am,” Spencer replied.

You rolled your eyes and let out a humorless chuckle before heading to the door once again.

“Wait, Y/N!” he urged.

You didn’t turn around until you heard a ripping sound followed by a loud ‘ow’. When you turned around, you saw Spencer had pulled his bandage half off.

“Spencer! Why did you do that? I have other patients to tend to,” you grabbed the roll of gauze on the table.

“Now you have to listen to me as you reapply my gauze,” Spencer explained.

“Where did your team go? Can’t you bother them?” you huffed.

“You met them?”

“Don’t worry. I said I barely knew you through a mutual friend. I know how terrible it would be for you if they found out you were dating me,” you assured him.

“No, no! That’s not what I want. I want to scream from the rooftops that you’re my girlfriend. I just get scared that once we make it official to everyone, it will be even harder when I lose you,” Spencer admitted.

“Why do you think you’re going to lose me?”

“Because you’re way out of my league. Sometimes I still think you’re just a figment of my imagination and this couldn’t possibly be real,” Spencer confessed.

“Spencer, you’re a hot genius FBI agent. If anybody is out of anybody’s league, it’s you.”

“And you’re a hot ER nurse who probably saves more lives than I do on a daily basis and...I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, he finally said it. A sign of commitment.

“I love you too,” you spoke softly, gently pressing down the last strip of gauze on his neck.

You heard chattering approaching and the whole team appeared at the door with food and drinks in their hand.

“Alright, Dr. Reid,” you shot up from the edge of the bed, “Your gauze is all set. Press the button again if you have any other complications. Enjoy your dinner. Remember only jell-o or soup,” you headed to the door.

“Y/N, wait,” Spencer grabbed your wrist before you got very far and then interlocked your hand with his, “Guys, this is my beautiful and amazing girlfriend, Y/N, who I love very much.”

“Um-hi,” you waved.

Derek looked between the both of you and grinned.

“We were just going to have some dinner if you would like to join us, Y/N,” Penelope offered.

“Sure! Let me just tell Linda I’m taking my break,” you smiled.

You tried to leave again but Spencer still wouldn’t let your hand go.

“Spence, I’ll be right back,” you promised.

“I need a kiss before you go,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down to give him a loving kiss that made up for all the kisses you lost over the past week.

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𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬!

Fandom : Haikyuu

Pairing : Akaashi, Kuroo, Suna x fem reader

Warnings : Very cute Akaashi, Kuroo’s teasing being so sickly sweet as usual, heartwarming words from Suna, basically just tooth rotting fluff —

A/n : Are your tests coming up soon? If so then — good luck! And I hope this little fic of mine will help boost you up or encourage you somehow. I’m rooting for you! >w<

— Akaashi

Since the tests / exams are coming up, Keiji’s exclusively offered to tutor you. With that being said, you immediately thank him and suggest to study at your place.

“Y/n,” Your boyfriend remarks, “Are you following me?”

“Hmm?” You snapped back into reality, blinking. “Uh — uh yes”

Akaashi looked at you. His eyes and face are laced with concern “Are you sure? You look tired… perhaps do you —“

“No no no!” You quickly put a break to him afore he could finished. “I — I’m fine. Sorry for interrupting, please continue”

The man paused. Opening his mouth, and then close it. “Ummm actually, that was the last question for today. I was just about to ask if you’d like to rest afterward”

Letting out a small “Oh,”. You added, “But can I still study though, ah wait — would it be too much?”

“No y/n. You are never a bother to me” Keiji shook his head, “Just that — there’s no use forcing yourself to keep studying when you’re already this tired”

“Well I’m still —” “No” This time it was him who cut you off, “You should head to bed, besides, I think it’s time for me to go home now.”

“I can’t really win you over any argument, can I?” You half chuckled and half sighed, and Keiji smiled.

“Fine.” You got up from your seat, “Make sure you don’t forget anything, I’ll go open the door”

“Mmhm” Hummed the man, hands too busy gathering his things. With a swift glance, you turn on your heels and went out of the room.

“Thank you very much for everything Keiji” You said when he tailed after.

“Anytime m’love, always happy to help you” He answered politely, making your lips curved up.

“Goodbye then, see you soon” You give him a soft peck on the cheek and pulled away to wave at him, he nodded. Once he’s left, you retreated back to the place you’d tutor session with him. There was a sticky note pasted on the table. And you’re unable to stop smile on your face from growing.

It says

‘Please do your best y/n, but don’t forget to take care as well

— Keiji’

Damn you Akaashi >:)

— Kuroo

As for your endless yammering about the tests / exams, whether about how hard you think they’d be or how bad you’re at them. Kuroo has no other choice but help you.

Or — more like he’d already planned to even if you didn’t say anything.

“When we found a question like this, one thing we can be sure of is that —“ An unexpected weight hit Kuroo at the shoulder lightly, ceasing his next statement.

His head slowly turned and gazed swept across you. His dear girlfriend who’s rest her head against him.

This manage to summon a tiny grin onto his face. He’s expected drowsiness to overtake you for awhile, judging by the way you’d consistently nodded a minute ago.

“Hm,” huffed the man, before he rolled his eyes and whispered “sleep tight angel”

Fluttering your eyes open — You lifted your head and look around. “Huh what happened? Did I… oh no, did I fall asleep?”

“You did” A low yet mellow voice answered. Abruptly you whipped your head, face paled with pure shocked.

“Whoa whoa no need to be that panicked. I have summarized a few important things in your book. Just read what I’ve noted, and you’ll be just fine.” He tried to calm you down, while you give him a quizzical look.

“What do you mean? How?” You questioned, before added, “Sorry. I don’t think I understand”

Kuroo simply squinted at you playfully. “You will soon. Anyway I’m gonna go now”

“Wait!” You called, “Already? But —“

“Like I said. Just read what I’ve noted.” Your boyfriend repeated his earlier sentence. “No more objection”

You glanced down with a dismal expression and Tetsuro narrowed his eyes, disapproval cleared in his features. “Y/n don’t be so stubborn. Oh!” He cover his mouth with one of his hand. And carry on in a teasing tone, “Or is it because you just don’t want me to leave you? Aw baby~ You’re afraid you’ll miss me too much?”

Smacking his arm, you said “Stop playing around. I’m not in the mood for this.”

He laughed. “Alright I’m sorry. But I can’t really spare more time, my apologize” Your boyfriend cheekily bowed his head a little.

You heaved an exhale, disappointed despite understanding.

Only just before a chaste swift kiss was pressed to your temple.

Nevertheless — he instantly treading away the moment it end. Didn’t even give you a chance to bid farewell. You stared after him until he was out of sight. Returning your attention back to the book, the one he said he’d penned all the things you need to know.

It was full of highlight and notes on everything he deems important. They were entirely written in a very neatly way, too, you forgot to mention.

At the bottom of the page, there was a small scribble placed there. However this one is no ordinary. It’s pretty special and personal to be honest.

‘I’ve already noted everything I think is important. So just read them, you still have a day or two before the tests / exams. Keep fighting! ♡︎

— Your handsome nekoma captain’

Pursing your lips, you hugged the book close to your chest. Ey, thank you so much babe <3

— Suna

It’s been 4 hours since you’ve done studying. But somehow you can’t seem to stop worrying about your big tests / exams tomorrow.

In spite of already studied hard. You’re still pretty anxious about them, well you can’t help it. And who could blame you? No one would really want to get a bad grade or score.

Thanks to your boyfriend, Suna, who had helped you study and explained some problems that you don’t quite understand.

Whatever… what if you failed? What if — ‘No, don’t think about it’ You silently reminded yourself, ‘the more you pondering about it, the more it’ll make you feel bad…’

“UGH!” You suddenly sit upright, orbs scanning and adjusting to the dark room. A glimpse of your clock told you that it was already 2 in the morning. You released another big sigh and let your body falls back onto your bed.

Turning on your side, you cover your head with a pillow. ‘It’d be really nice to have something to distract me at this moment’

And then — as if the god heard your plea, your phone on the nightstand rang, notifying that you have received a message.

Reaching out to grabbed it, you haul your arm back and hover the device over your face.

It was from Suna. You realized by the profile picture.

‘Hey’ you read the message, ‘R u still awake’

‘Yeah…’ typed your reply.

‘Can’t sleep?’ he asked and somehow all those lingering thoughts seem to fleet away for a brief seconds ‘Maybe. You don’t really seem like you can sleep too, do you’ was your response.

‘Possibly. Well — I was just worried about someone, that probably be the reason why I can’t fall asleep tonight ig’ Eyebrows furrowed, you quickly sent the question you’re sure he’s been expecting. ‘Who’

‘You’ He answered, and you bit your lip, ‘Me why?’

‘You look very stressed and anxious when we parted ways, still agitated by the tests / exams am I right’

You must admit he’d surprised you a bit, ‘Yes… I can’t took them off my mind…’

‘Dw about them too much. I know you can do it, and I’m right behind you’

A simple short, but sweet message appeared, you were totally speechless by that one.

‘Now go back to sleep. There’s still some hours left till mornin’’

Bringing the phone closer — you bit your inner cheeks again while typed ‘Thank you’. You can’t really think of any other words, hope he would understand. On the other hand, a knowing smile make it way to Suna’s lips as soon as he saw the text.

Rintaro isn’t truly the best with words… but sometimes this man always know the right things to say…

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Vicious

Part II

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1891.

Part I

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

P.S. To avoid any confusion, I changed the name Savages -> Vicious.

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The next day you spent doubting your own decisions. Was it really wise to leave everything to Steve? How could he find those students all by himself and deal with your problem? Could he really stop them from acting like that? You thought once again it would be so much easier to ask for a transfer, but you had already given him your word to meet him today at 5. It would be very inappropriate not to come when he was trying to help you.

When the time came, you were sneaking in the student council room as if you were some petty thief. You were afraid people would start talking: if everybody knew who stole your things, they would understand you came to Steve for help like a little girl. It was embarrassing - even in a situation like this. Besides, somebody could be following you since at 5 pm the academy was almost empty.

By the time you reached the right door, you heart was beating as if you had just run a marathon. You really, really hoped Steve found some solution, and you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by the student advisor for wanting to leave the school.

Opening the door, you saw a couple of students on the sofa and quickly stepped away, afraid the student council was still having a meeting, “Ugh, sorry!”

“Come in, please,” Steve said calmly behind the door, and you shyly got in again, watching four other guys staring at you with interest. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“What, they too?” You were so perplexed by his words you forgot your manners, speaking of others as if they weren’t in the same room. “I’m sorry, I mean, I didn’t know you were involved.”

Wait, were they the ones who stole your things? Did Steve bring them here for you?

“No need to be so nervous.” One of them, a guy with long, jet black hair forming waves around his shoulders told you, motioning you to come closer and sit in one of the chairs opposing the sofa where he sat. “We’re here to help you.”

You remembered his name was Loki. A mathematic genius, he was considered one of the top students of the academy.

“That’s right! Come, come!” Seeing Peter among others was surprising, but his smiling face made you calm down a little, and you smiled at him in return. 

No, they weren’t those guys who stole your underwear, for sure. Apparently, Steve asked them to join you because they knew something and could give you a hand in finding those bastards.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me.” Feeling a little self-conscious among five different men you'd barely known, you landed on one of the chairs and saw that the other two were Bucky and a captain of the academy’s basketball team, Thor. “Did you find out anything?”

“Yes,” Steve said with a loud sigh, “I know exactly who they are. I can hand them over to the school’s officials and get them expelled by tomorrow, but that’s not the real issue here.”

You felt the chills ran up your back. What did he mean by the real issue?

“Is there something else?”

When you saw Loki smirking at you, you suddenly realized you were among five strong men in the student council room on the fifth floor where most classrooms were already empty. If you screamed, nobody would even hear you.

“Stop it.” Bucky’s angry voice cut through the silence, and you saw him literally burning a hole in Loki’s face. “Don’t make her scared, freak.”

Obviously, he wanted to say something offensive to Barnes in return, but Steve silenced them both with his icy glare. Loki sent him an innocent smile while Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes in irritation. It felt like they were in the middle of some school play, and you bit down on your lower lip, having a feeling something was going horribly wrong.

“The thing is, even if we got those ones expelled, it probably won’t stop the others from doing something similar.” Steve leaned up against a desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “I feel terrible admitting it, but many of our students are completely wild. I’m afraid they might keep harassing you.”

“Oh.”

You averted your eyes, realizing your attempts to find a solution were futile. Obviously, Steve could do nothing - he wasn’t a knight in shining armor, ready to protect you day and night from those delinquents who followed you everywhere. As you thought before, the one thing that could help here was leaving the school for good.

Shit, you didn’t know how to explain it to your family, Even your friends thought it was too bizarre to be true and laughed at your worries, saying you probably lost your things yourself. You would have to find a better excuse for a transfer in the middle of the semester.

“Well, anyway, thank you for trying,” you nodded and smiled apologetically at him as if it were your fault, “tomorrow I will talk to the student advisor about my transfer. Sorry for the trouble!”

“I don’t think it’s real to get transferred by now. It’s passed all the deadlines.” Shaking his head, Bucky raised his voice, and you felt suffocating.

Apparently, you would really have to skip a whole year of school. Explaining everything to your family, looking for some garbage job to have enough money to rent a room and pay your bills... Fantastic.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve found another way.” 

Immediately, you raised your head, your pupils dilating.

“You see, the reason they are doing that is because you have no one to protect you. They know the administration won’t take it seriously because they’re a bunch of old misogynists, and you also have no means of protecting yourself. It would be better if you started dating someone, someone strong enough to make these guys back down.”

Steve looked deadly serious for someone saying such nonsense. A boyfriend? Now? Was he for real? Did he think you'd be using someone like your personal shield? Besides, even if you chose the strongest guy at school, it didn’t mean he would be stronger if several people attacked him.

But when you shared your thoughts with Steve, you saw others smiling at you as if they knew you would say that, and you felt uneasy.

“That’s true. That’s why you need more than one boyfriend.”

“What do you mean? How can somebody have more than one boyfriend?" Puzzled, you stared at him wide-eyed as if he said something stupid.

What on Earth did he mean by that? Were you to have your own squad of bodyguards at all times while you were in the academy? This was so foolish you couldn't believe someone like Steve said it out loud.

But then you caught glances of five men in the room and forgot how to breathe for a second. They weren't serious, were they? Steve didn't assemble all these guys here to make them into your boyfriends. It was preposterous even thinking of that, right?

Right?

"Please tell me it's not what I think it is." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as if trying to protect yourself.

"Why are you being so nervous?" Baring his teeth, Loki smiled at you. "Some other girl would be happy if five men were to be her boyfriends."

"It's a joke, right? You're all joking."

You hoped to see any of them laughing and nodding their heads, saying they simply wanted to cheer you up, but all you saw was a guilty expression on the faces of Bucky and Thor and the excitement of others. They really gathered here to offer you this.

"All of us here," Steve looked upon others, becoming a little displeased when his gaze fell upon smiling Peter, "are perfectly capable of helping you. If each of us were to accompany you one day a week, others won't be so brave. I'm sure they will no longer be a nuisance to you if they know what we can do to them."

There was something very dark in the way Steve said that, and for a couple of seconds you weren't sure whether you have to be more scared of him rather than those who was stealing your things.

"But it would be very uncomfortable for everyone, wouldn't it? I mean, going with me everywhere, not using your own time as you'd like. And, well, surely, others will see that we won't act like a real couple, so they might still keep harassing me. I don't think it would work."

Apparently, Loki was bored with this talk, you thought as you heard him clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Then don't pretend. Act like a real girlfriend. Kiss in public, hug, go to the cinema together, what else girls do?"

"Wait, you mean, with ALL of you?"

"Yeah? Do you think anyone gonna be against it?"

You very much hoped they would be. Being followed by someone like your bodyguard was one thing, but having a real boyfriend was very different. Did they really want to pretend to be lovey-dovey with you? Act like you were close to them?

Oh. Of course, they would. They belonged to the same kind of touch-starved barbaric men they were trying to protect you from. They would do all those things to you, too.

You realized you were crying only when Peter flew off his seat in a hurry and squatted down beside you, taking your shaking hands in warm his.

"Please, don't cry. Nobody's gonna force you into doing anything, I promise. You will only do things you're comfortable with, ok?" Handing you his pearly white handkerchief, he smiled to comfort you. "No one of us gonna say anything."

"And if she starts dating one of us for real? What's then?" It was Loki again, cocking his head to the side and obviously provoking Peter to yell at him.

"We'll be ok with that, too."

The silence felt heavy. As you opened your eyes, Peter's handkerchief in your hands, you realized it was Thor who spoke for the first time, and the way he looked at you softly made you feel a little better. Despite the fact you knew little of him, for some reason, it felt like you would be safe with him - certainly safer than with Loki.

"Naturally, if any of us will bring you discomfort or do something unacceptable, you need to let us all know, and we'll decide what to do with that person." Raising his voice, the head of the student council made everyone to turn their head to him. "We will be meeting here, in this room, if anything happens. Each of us will give you our phone numbers. We will also make a schedule who accompanies you every day of the week."

It seemed he no longer asked for your opinion if you even wanted it to happen.

__________

"Bucky will be with you on Mondays, Loki on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are Thor's, on Thursdays Peter will be following you, and on Fridays it will be me going with you. Of course, if you need any of us to watch over you on weekends, feel free to contact whoever of us you like more."

Part III

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Clingy - LJN

Pairing: boyfriend!jeno x reader

Genre: a lil angst, fluff

Warnings: established relationship, Haechan is a bit annoying in this one I’m sorry (Haechan best boy)

Words: 3k

Summary: hurt after hearing your boyfriend and his friends calling you clingy, you decide to show them how not clingy you can be.

A/N: everything is fictional, including the characters’ traits. English is not my first language, therefore I’m sorry for the errors.

Movie nights with your friends were your favorites.

Well, it’d be more correct for me to say “with your boyfriend’s friends”, since you didn’t know them before meeting Jeno. But that doesn’t matter, because in no time you managed to bond with everyone, especially the clumsy yet adorable kid, Jisung, and the loving caffeine addicted boy, Jaemin.

Movie nights with your friends consisted in you eight – even though today you were only seven since Mark was out with some of his friends – sprawled on one couch –  don’t ask me how, but all of you always manage to fit in since no one wants to sit on the carpet – with a blanket covering you and some snacks passing between. Those represented some of those moments you swear you would cherish for all your life.

Tonight seemed to be no different. Jeno had come picking you up at 7 p.m., you spent some time together, walking around, talking and giggling like usual, and you dropped at his house where other five – well, four boys (Jaemin lost to rock paper scissors so he had to go shopping for snacks) – were waiting for the both of you. Donghyuck always got to choose the movie you would watch, not without complaints from every one of you, yet at the end you’d always like what he picks, but Donghyuck doesn’t need to know that.

And there you were, all sprawled on the couch – though not in a very comfortable position –. You had already seen the movie which was playing loudly on the TV, hence you decided to pay more attention to your boyfriend instead. You were all cuddled up with him: he was hugging you, stroking your back from time to time. Your head was on his shoulder while your hand rested on his chest. Sometimes you couldn’t help but leave a furtive and quick kiss on his jaw, praying no one would notice you. He’d smile at you – gosh his eye smile UWU – and then he’d hug you closer.

About one hour after the movie’s beginning, you felt some physical needs pressing, so you quickly excused yourself and got up from the couch.

“Should I pause it?” Renjun asked, the remote already between his hands.

“No, don’t worry. I’ve already seen it anyway”

You made your way to the bathroom only to find out that the toilet paper was missing.

You sighed. Boys.

So you went back to the living room, where everyone was gathered.

You were about to open your mouth to ask where they kept the spare paper but something odd caught your ear. You backed up, hiding behind the wall. You obviously knew that eavesdropping was not by any means honest, especially if it was a conversation between your best friends. But you were almost certain that they were talking about you, your name dropping from one of the boys’ mouth.

“Enjoy being free while you can” Donghyuck joked with Jeno. You furrowed your brows.

What was that supposed to mean? You peeked your head cautiously, not wanting to be seen.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend” Jisung laughed at him, to which the boy responded with a sharp stare.

“Seriously, Jisung? When you haven’t even had your first kiss?”

“Ya ya ya! Shut up and don’t fight you two” Jaemin intervened, throwing a popcorn at them.

A brief moment of silence followed. You still didn’t understand what they were talking about.

“She’s just affectionate, that’s all” Jeno finally spoke, at which you held your breath.

So they were talking about you being clingy with your boyfriend. And this response from Jeno meant that he didn’t mind it, right? Or else he would have agreed with the boy. The thing is, you never thought about it: you supposed that a little kiss every now and then was a way to show your love and affection to him, plus he never complained about it, or never backed away.

“I know, but don’t tell me you don’t find this suffocating sometimes” Donghyuck continued.

Okay, now he was seriously getting on your nerves. What the heck did he care if you were clingy with your boyfriend? This was something between you and Jeno, and he wasn’t allowed to interfere with it, especially in front of everyone in the room. You thought he was making fun of you by now.

At this point you expected something to come out of Jeno’s mouth, anything that could have proven Donghyuck wrong, but he said nothing.

And silence means consent.

How did you know this? Well, Jeno wasn’t one to back out from speaking his opinion, especially with his friends. Especially with Donghyuck, for God’s sake, this guy was constantly bickering – though not with malicious intentions – with everyone.

“We shouldn’t talk behind her back like this” affirmed Jaemin with a severe stare. Jeno looked down: you didn’t know it but he was feeling suddenly guilty, agreeing with Jaemin. Everyone then went silent, the only sounds that could be heard being the dialogues in the movie.

You pressed your back against the wall, processing what you just heard.

Why didn’t he ever tell you? Why did he act like he loved it while, actually, he hated it? Then you thought about every time you held his hand in public, or hugged him, or kissed him, and then your thoughts went to five minutes before, when you were hugging him on the couch. You started feeling sorry.

Maybe after all it’s true, and he didn’t tell me anything because he didn’t want to hurt me.

But well, now it hurt twice as much since you weren’t aware of what your friends and your own boyfriend thought about you. Maybe every one of them, except for Jeno obviously, thanked God they hadn’t a girlfriend like you, who was suffocating and clingy.

And it was at this moment that your guilt turned into anger.

You just wanted to show all your affection and care to your boyfriend who you loved with all your heart, but apparently you were only bothering him. And Donghyuck - oh Donghyuck – you were so angry at him right now. What was the point in making fun of you in front of everyone when you weren’t even there? At the same time, you took a mental note to thank Jisung and Jaemin, the only two people who stood to defend you.

Okay, tonight you were proving everyone how not clingy you could be. Indeed, you were going to interact the least possible with Jeno. He wanted space? Good, you were giving him tons of it.

You eventually went to the toilet using one of your tissues since you were not asking any of them where the hell was the toilet paper, you washed your hands and went back to the couch.

But this time you didn’t hug Jeno. You simply forced a smile and sat next to him with your arms crossed. You tried not to be too obvious, you still didn’t want them to know that you heard everything, but you were sure your face was saying otherwise, and the confirmation arrived when Jeno asked you “Is everything ok?” full of concern.

You just called me clingy and let Donghyuck make fun of me. Yes, everything’s amazing.

“Yes, of course. Why?” you replied, using all of your acting skills in the process which, by the way, were very poor. But apparently they worked, because Jeno smiled at you and shook his head. “Nothing”.

But if you were successful at lying to him right now, then by the end of the movie he understood that something was wrong. You were avoiding all of his attempts of skin ship because “it was too hot”, but then you were grasping at the blanket like there’s no tomorrow. You were also laughing at everything remotely funny that came out of Jaemin’s mouth while you simply ignored all of Jeno’s attempts of making you laugh. Hell, you didn’t even argue with Donghyuck when he murmured something about Jeno being the most unfunny guy he ever met. Oh and you were playing and laughing with Jisung who was sitting next to you.

In short, you were avoiding him.

But he decided to shrug these thoughts away. Maybe he was being paranoid, he thought: you were just enjoying your friends’ company, plus it wasn’t written anywhere that you were allowed to talk and give attentions only to him.

Little did he know, this was just what you were trying to do: shower everyone with attentions except him.

Eventually the movie came to an end, and while everyone was pronouncing their goodnights and heading to sleep, you just remained there, with your phone between your hands, scrolling mindlessly on your Instagram feed.

Usually you and Jeno would have gone to bed together, sharing your thoughts about the movie you just watched, or simply talking about everything and nothing at the same time. But not today. He wanted space? You were giving him space.

Jeno already stood up to make his departure, but soon noticed you weren’t following him like you always did. “Are you coming?” he asked you, stopping on his tracks.

“I’ll just reply to a few messages and then I’ll go to sleep too. Don’t wait for me, you can go”

“Y/N are you sure everything’s okay? You’ve been acting quite weird. Are you alright? Did something happen?”

“Of course not, Jeno. Nothing happened” you replied rather coldly. Then you sighed. “I’m good, don’t worry for me” you added, softly this time. Although you believed he deserved it, you didn’t want to be too rude to him.

He nodded, and without saying anything more, he left.

At this point you started feeling a tiny bit guilty, still you couldn’t simply pretend nothing happened: their words hurt you and even if you really wished to just forget everything, you couldn’t. You just couldn’t, it was stronger than you.

By the way, you had no intention of sleeping with Jeno tonight, so you grabbed the blanket all of you once shared when watching the movie, and struggled a little bit to find a comfortable position. Eventually, after some tears escaped from your eyes, you drifted into a restless sleep.

It took a couple of hours for Jeno to realize you were not in bed with him.

He just fell asleep, a part of him believing that later you would have joined him. But when he woke up, he immediately sensed that something was off. Still sleepy, he touched the other side of the bed only to find it empty, and immediately stood up. It was 3 A.M, why weren’t you sleeping? What the heck were you doing? Did someone kidnap you? At this point he was surprised of how paranoid he could be.

His thoughts came to an end when he saw you, on the couch, with a blanket shielding you from the cold, all curled up. He didn’t see the dried tears that stained your face, though.

Sitting slowly beside you, not wanting to scare you, he gently shook you, not sure himself if it was the right thing to do. He was just so confused, he genuinely didn’t have any idea of what was happening. But he knew one thing for sure: you had been acting cold with him and he wouldn’t had moved until you confessed what was going on. Was it something he said or did? Was today your anniversary or something and he forgot it? Poor boy absolutely couldn’t find peace unless he knew what he did.

Soon you opened your eyes, still heavy from the – lack of – sleep.

“Hey” he murmured softly.

You considered pretending to sleep but nah, as I said earlier, you weren’t a good actress.

“Hey” you replied, stretching your limbs a little bit.

“I got worried since you weren’t sleeping next to me” he chuckled awkwardly. Sure thing, he didn’t know how to handle this situation since this was the first time you were acting like this.

“I… umm… I just fell asleep here” you replied looking at your hands, which you were scratching due to the nervousness.

Another lie.

Then silence.

“Y/N look at me” his voice suddenly changed, turning colder.

You swallowed, a knot forming again in your throat, as you forced back the tears that were trying to escape. You didn’t want to give in so soon.

But how could you, when he was getting angry at you? You should have been angry, not the opposite. And you know what? He was right, you were taking it too far. He didn’t deserve this. Look at how nice he tried to be all night, you managed to anger a calm and patient man like him. How stupid could you be at this point?

With a quivering lip you turned your head, facing him. He was watching you intently, with a serious frown on his face. Your grip on the blanket got tighter, almost ripping it with your nails.

You stayed silent. Then he spoke.

“Why are you being like this?”

You swallowed. What should you say? Were you even allowed to say anything at this point?

You tried to open your mouth to say something, but as soon as you tried your eyes were filled with tears, rapidly falling on your skin. You just couldn’t take it anymore, so you just faced away and buried your face in the pillow, trying to muffle your sobs. You didn’t want to look so pathetic in his eyes, although by now you thought you were being beyond pathetic.

If earlier there was any anger in Jeno, now every hint of it dissipated at the sight of you crying, curled up on the couch. He suddenly felt guilt taking over him. But the amount of confusion and frustration was bigger, so, as much as it pained him to see you cry because of him, this didn’t prevent him from trying to find out what had gotten into you. He was honestly so tired, he just wanted to sleep with you on his side.

He gently, almost scared, touched your trembling frame, and when he noticed there was no sign of rebellion from you, he lied down and hugged you tightly from behind.

And you kept on crying silently, a loud sob escaping occasionally, as he murmured sweet nothings into your ears, shushing you gently and telling you that everything’s fine, I’m here with you. Just let it out.

When you finally finished crying, he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then another on your wet cheek.

“Wanna talk about it?”

There was no point in lying by now. So you faced him, face full of concern and arms still tightly secured around you. And you just let out everything, from how you overheard their conversation – including how sorry you were for doing it and promising it would never happen again -, to how you were hurt by Donghyuck’s words but mostly by Jeno’s lack of words.

On the other hand, poor Jeno didn’t have any idea this could have affected you so much, and because of this he didn’t even think this could have been the cause of your sudden behavior. He just listened everything silently, surprised, just like a kid to whom the newest things are explained.

“I just got so angry at you for not defending me, and for letting Hyuck make fun of me. So I wanted to distance myself from you as much as possible to have my revenge” you openly confessed, hiding your face in his chest.

“I’m really sorry I took this so far. I should have talked instead” you add.

“Well, that’s true” Jeno replied, “but I can’t say I’m in the right either. First thing, we shouldn’t have talked about you like that, plus I’m really sorry I didn’t say anything to Hyuck, I understand this hurt you a lot”

“But do you really think I’m that clingy? Because if so, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll try to respect you space more” you asked, looking up at him with watery eyes.

And if your ears were sharp enough, you could have heard the sound of Jeno’s heart shattering.

Now he was the one who was on the verge of tears.

“Y/N please don’t ever say such a thing. You don’t have to change anything about yourself. I love you because you are you, including your touchy and loving nature. Besides, don’t look at me this way or I’m seriously gonna cry” he added whining, causing a smile – a real one – to appear on your face.

“Now it’s a lot better” he affirmed, tracing your curled up lips with his thumb.

“Can I kiss you or you’re still mad at me?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I was thinking about making you suffer a little more” you joked.

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable”

“I think so too”

He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should kiss that annoying attitude of yours away”

“I don’t know, should you?”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

And with that he kissed you, the fight of moments ago long forgotten. A slow and gentle kiss, a mixture of emotions being shown: remorse, love, affection. It was a way for the both of you to say “it’s all in the past now”.

After you parted, one thought snapped in his mind.

“Wait, how will you manage the matter with Donghyuck? I can talk to him if you want” he pointed out, concerned. He perfectly understood if you were angry at the boy in question, but he also wished all of you to be as bonded as a big family, his family.

“There’s no need, I’ll just confront him by myself, beat him up until he asks for forgiveness and then forgive and hug him”

Jeno looked at you, almost scared. “What…?”

“Just kidding” you said, laughing at his funny face. Still hugging, you made yourselves comfortable enough to sleep.

“Or maybe not”

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   pairing: eren x reader

♡   —   tags/warnings: mentions of cheating and alcohol. side aruani and yumihisu. honestly just a feel-good fic, with humour and fluff <3

♡   —   a/n:  honestly, this is the most “romantic comedy” fic i’ve ever written and i love it <3 shout out to @ofoceansandtombstones​ that beta read this one mwah thank u

♡   —   masterlist

There was an ill taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many drinks you had. And you already had more than a few. From your spot on the table, you could see your friends dancing and having the time of their lives. You really wished you could join them. Nevertheless, you had wasted all your energy forcing a smile and clapping along during the ceremony. Once you had arrived at the hotel reception with the rest of the guests, you had slid a bill to a kind waitress and told her to keep the drinks coming. 

Ymir and Historia were dancing in front of you. Stoic, sour-faced Ymir couldn’t help but smile as her sweet girlfriend twirled and giggled, her cheeks red and eyes just the tiniest bit unfocused. Next to them, Sasha, Jean and Connie were owning the dance floor, moving in sync to the happy music. A grin formed on your face as you saw Connie lifting Sasha up and her almost falling to the floor. Jean was holding his stomach as he laughed loudly.

On a nearby table, Mikasa looked over at them, a small smile on his lips. She was sitting next to her girlfriend, who was holding her hand as they watched their friends dance. You saw her girlfriend leaning over to her and whispering something in her ear, to which she chuckled. It was so strange -and so beautiful- to see Mikasa laugh that it took you aback. And apparently, also the girl she was with, because her lips slightly parted as she watched her in awe.

“How’s the party animal doing?”

You looked up and saw Eren staring down at you with a funny expression. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. The first two buttons were undone, and he was carrying his suit jacket over his shoulder and a beer on his other hand.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for everyone,” you replied with a shrug. Eren scoffed and took the seat next to you on the empty table, leaving his jacket on the nearest chair.

“I mean, I know attending your ex’s wedding isn’t bound to be a good time, but you’d think you would try to put on a happy face.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey, at least I’m here.”

“After Mikasa tried her best to convince you during a whole week,” he said. You turned your head to Eren, eyes wide open. “What? Of course she told me.”

“That little… That’s it, I’m going to tell her girlfriend about that one time Mikasa got drunk with us,” you muttered angrily, standing up. Eren was quicker and pulled you back to your seat.

“You and Armin broke up a year ago. Why are you so upset he’s moving on?”

Before you could answer, the music stopped and the dance floor erupted in applause. Eren and you watched as Armin and Annie walked in between their guests, greeting everyone as they made their way to the bride and groom table, covered with a pearl cloth and decorated with the finest flowers. Every detail screamed elegance and you knew Armin had been the one to decide most of it. It had his taste written in every napkin and strategically placed flower.

Armin’s smile was almost too big for his face and if you had to guess, those small red marks on the external corner of his eyes meant he had been crying just a few minutes ago. You rolled your eyes. So sentimental. On the other hand, Annie’s smile was far less noticeable, but for someone who always repressed her public displays of emotions as much, that little smile must have felt heavenly to her new husband.

Husband. You took a big gulp of your drink.

“I’m telling you this because I care for you,” Eren said, redirecting your attention to him. “You’re looking like a petty ex.”

“Rather be petty than a cheater,” you shrugged, finishing your drink. You gestured to the waitress and she immediately walked to you, handing you a full glass. Thanking her, you wasted no time in taking a sip.

Eren’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Armin never told you why we broke up, right?”

Eren scooted his chair closer to you and you bit back a laugh.

“He said you just weren’t good together,” he said, trying to remember his friend’s words. “And you said something similar when I asked you back then. Where does this ‘cheating’ thing come from?”

You let out a long sigh. “Maybe it wasn’t cheating. Not by definition, at least. But when your boyfriend starts dating someone else a week after you broke up a two-year-long relationship and he gets engaged four months later… you draw your own conclusions,” you explained, taking another sip of your drink and making a grimace. “Fuck, this one’s strong.”

After not getting a response from Eren for a long moment, you finally turned to look for his emerald eyes. You could almost see the numbers flying around his mind, trying to make sense of everything you had just told him. It was endearing.

“Wait, no-- wait,” Eren gestured at you with his hand. He stopped himself again and took a sip of his beer. “The first time Armin told me about Annie was in February. I remember it clearly. We were shopping for Mikasa’s birthday gift and then he went to pick something for Annie. And you guys broke up around Halloween, that’s the time I found you crying-- in Jean's backyard during our costume party.”

“We had a big fight at that party. We hadn’t broken up,” you clarified with a smirk. “He broke up with me after Mikasa’s birthday party. The same party he convinced me not to attend.”

Eren’s face dropped once all the pieces clicked together. He turned his body to look at the bride and groom table, where Armin and Annie were taking a sip of their champagne glasses and talking to each other enthusiastically, while the rest of their guests kept dancing.

“That son of a bitch,��� he breathed out. You burst out laughing at his reaction. “No, I mean it! I really thought you had broken up during that Halloween party! You didn’t upload any more photos together, I don’t even remember even seeing you together--”

“I told you, we were fighting and… not in the mood for photos or public dates. Most of those months were spent at his apartment, fighting over really, really stupid things or just not texting each other for days,” you explained. “Honestly, when he broke up with me he made the decision I was too afraid to take. He was right, we weren’t good for each other anymore. But... fuck,” you chuckled icily. “I wish he would have broken up with me before getting with Annie.”

Eren listened in silence, his eyes still on his friend. You gave him time as you kept drinking, your gaze drifting to your friends again. You really wished you could have the energy to join them and forget Armin and Annie. It was true you didn’t love him anymore, yet seeing them together only made you remember how you had been fooled by someone you thought loved you the most.

You had had many dates ever since, but no one ever stuck. It was fun, getting someone’s attention for a couple of weeks, but then you couldn’t help but ghost them, putting up shitty excuses like wanting to focus on yourself and not having enough time to spare with them. You had lost so many amazing opportunities with both boys and girls that a couple of months ago you had decided to stop dating at all. It was lonely for sure, but at least you didn’t find yourself feeling guilty for not being able to open yourself up emotionally for someone else.

“Want to get back at him?”

You turned to Eren so fast you almost hurt your neck.

“What?”

“I have an idea. Just play along,” he explained, standing up.

“Eren, hey, what are you--”

“Everybody! If you could give me a minute please!”

You watched horrified as your friends started turning to you and Eren, confused at the commotion. Eren kept waving his hand, gathering more and more people’s attention, Armin and Annie included. He even gestured to the DJ to lower the music and she complied. In a few seconds, all the guests of the party were looking at you, who was still sitting down with a confused expression, a drink in your hand. Once he deemed enough people were looking at him, you saw him fumbling with his hands nervously.

“Eren,” you called for him again in a whisper, but all he did was take the drink you had in your hands and put it on the table.

“Sorry for interrupting, I know a lot of you were having a lot of fun dancing. But all I’m asking is one minute of your time. I hope that’s okay with you guys,” he grinned back to the bride and groom table, where they were as confused as all the guests around. “I have something really important to say.”

“Eren, no, you can’t tell them about--”

“No, no, give me a moment,” he hushed you again. The DJ walked to both of you and handed an inalambric microphone to Eren.

You didn’t like how devilish his smile turned.

“Great, thanks, this is much better,” he told the DJ, who just kindly smiled at him. “Anyway, I don’t want to take much of the bride and groom’s time, so I’ll try to be concise. The thing is…” he said, turning to face you. “I love you.”

Your mouth flew open as you heard multiple gasps coming from the guests. Yet, you couldn’t bother with looking anywhere but Eren’s eyes. What was he doing? Since when did he have feelings for you? If he wanted to say something, he could have easily said something a few minutes ago, when--

Just play along.

Oh.

Your questioning glare turned into a big smile and you noticed Eren softly nodding at you.

“You already know how much I love you. Honestly, I never get tired of telling you so. And hiding our love from our friends has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Sorry about that, Mikasa,” he said, gesturing to the woman.

You could imagine your friend’s dumbfounded face, but you knew better than to turn and check for yourself. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your laughter.

“So I’m here in front of all our friends and some other guests I don’t know to ask a simple question.”

In a swift movement, Eren got down on one knee. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, trying your best to hide any trace of laughing on your face. The flash of the cameras startled you for a moment, but that only meant Eren’s plan was working. The excited murmurs and squeals only fueled Eren, as he pulled up a ring and showed it to you. You immediately recognized it as one of the rings he had been wearing a few moments ago. 

“Would you marry me?”

A huge, honest grin made its way to your face and you nodded quickly. You grabbed the microphone Eren was holding and spoke right into it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

You hadn’t listened to a crowd erupting in applause and cheers as loud as the guests at Armin’s wedding when Eren slid his ring on your finger. Once again, the flash of the cameras were right into the both of you as you leaped into his arms. He stood up while holding your body close to him, even giving you a small spin and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

When he finally put you down, the music resumed and all your friends began running to the both of you.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you whispered to Eren, holding his face between your hands. He laughed.

“Kinda ruined the reception, huh?”

“When the fuck did this happen?” Jean inquired as soon as he reached you.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Sasha whined, with a small pout. “But congratulations!” she quickly followed, hugging you tightly. As you hugged her back, you felt someone taking the hand that was now wearing Eren’s ring.

“This is one of your rings,” she noted, shooting Eren a dirty glance. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this! But I will get her a prettier one soon,” he said, winking at you. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nah, I like this one,” you replied. You shared a knowing grin and soon it was Connie’s turn to hug you.

While you were hugging your friend back, you saw in the corner of your eye Armin getting up from the table and starting to walk to both of you. Your smile immediately vanished from your face and once Eren caught it and followed your eye trail, he understood the reason why. You heard him mutter a curse before he pulled you from Connie’s embrace.

“Well, we’d love to stay, but my fiancée and I want some time alone.”

“C’mon, you haven’t told us yet how you got together!” Sasha complained.

“Next time, we promise,” you hurriedly assured her.

Eren picked his suit jacket from the table and before Armin could reach your group, you quickly walked away, exiting the hotel. Eren whistled to a taxi and you jumped inside, telling the man behind the wheel to drive. Loud laughter filled the vehicle as soon as it began moving.

“How-- how did you even have this idea?” you asked him, holding your stomach as you laughed. “Dude, Armin looked so upset, we totally stole his thunder.”

“That was the plan,” Eren shrugged, a winning smirk on his lips. “Knowing the gang, everybody’s going to be talking about us and the engagement for the rest of the party.”

“Remind me to never have you as an enemy,” you chuckled, leaning back on the car seat. Letting out a long sigh, you took off Eren’s ring and handed it to him.

He shook his head. “Nah, keep it. As a souvenir of today,” he winked.

“Thank you,” you smiled. You put the ring on your thumb this time, since it was too big for your ring finger anyway. “You didn’t have to do this at all, and yet--”

“It’s okay,” he assured you.

“No, really. It’s just-- I’ve been having a tough time since the breakup,” you admitted. “To have you doing this for me means a lot. Makes me feel someone really cares for me. I never said anything to anyone back then because Annie is also a part of the group and I thought…”

Eren leaned his head towards you.

“You thought…?”

“I thought you would pick her too. It’s stupid, I know,” you shrugged, turning your head to Eren. “But Armin had just broken up with me and a week later he was already in public with Annie. Back then, I thought everyone knew we had just broken up and if no one had said anything was because they didn’t care. So I just… stopped hanging out with all of you as much as I did before.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” he muttered.

“You did?”

Eren nodded. “That’s why I asked Mikasa to pressure you into coming to the wedding. I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“You could have just asked me to hang out, you know,” you teased him. Eren chuckled, pushing some of his loose hairs behind his ear.

“I think we know by now I don’t take the conventional route.”

“Yeah, all of the guests know that too,” you quipped, making both of you laugh.

This time, when the laughter came to an end, you realized how close your faces were. Your noses were almost brushing as you both were lying your heads on the back of the car seat. You looked into Eren’s emerald eyes and noticed he wasn’t looking away from yours either. Was it the alcohol that made his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink? If it was, then you could say the warmth crawling up your face was its fault too. It had to be the alcohol, or else, you would have to also ponder about the reason your heart was beating out of your chest at having your friend so close to you. He was handsome, he had always been and you knew this. But why were you losing all your composure just now?

A brief look at Eren's lips gave your thoughts away and, in less than two seconds, he was pressing his lips against yours.

For a spur-of-the-moment kiss, as you thought this one was, it was rather soft. Eren kissed you as if he thought you were the most expensive and fragile thing he had ever seen. But of course, this was just a product of the adrenaline and the fact that -as far as you knew- he hadn’t been dating anyone as well, right?

Your small theory crashed and burnt when you felt his hand softly cradling the side of your face. No. This wasn’t an adrenaline kiss, neither one that you gave without a thought. Maybe it had been unprompted and maybe you hadn’t seen it coming, but it sure as hell seemed he did. Eren’s lips gilded against your with ease, revealing a soft tenderness you didn’t know he possessed. You kissed him back, matching his rhythm as you softly pressed your hand against his chest.

Eren pulled away from you softly, and if his longing eyes were any indicator, a bit reluctantly.

“Hi,” he breathed out, making you grin widely.

“Hi,” you replied. You gently caressed his cheek with the knuckles of the hand that was previously resting on his chest. Eren took it and kissed your palm, making your heart flutter.

“Sorry to interrupt kids, but where are we heading?”

The voice of the taxi driver startled you, making you pull away from Eren. He chuckled at your reaction and then looked back at the man.

“Take us to that pizza place near the central park. Gotta have a celebratory dinner with my fiancée,” he said cheekily, taking your hand into his. You squeezed his hand back, his ring digging a little on your skin.

“So young and engaged already? Congrats!” the driver said, turning left and heading towards the direction Eren had given him.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly at Eren while he took your joint hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

A part of you knew you weren’t taking that ring off anytime soon.