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shawtuzi · 4 months ago

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thinkin’ of sheriff toji!

cw include: black coded!fem reader, toji is very sweet in this hehe, lots of fluff, premature ejaculation (he came in his pants while they were making out), size kink, breeding kink, oral f & m receiving, protected & unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, backshots, pussyjob, mating press

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who was the biggest n’ strongest man you’d ever met in all your days. standing at a whopping six three and well over two hundred pounds of pure handsomeness.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who always stopped by your booth at the farmers market on sunday’s, partaking in every homemade sweet treat you had to offer. ‘these cream puffs are almost as sweet as you, sugar’ he’d always say with a low chuckle, his heart relishing in the way you’d act so bashful afterwards.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who always helped you pack your booth up after the farmers market was closed. he’d do most of the work, insisting that a ‘pretty lady’ such as yourself shouldn’t be worried about such things when he’s around.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who smells of aftershave and on a rare occasion cinnamon! he’d always had a bit of an oral fixation so best believe he was always chewing on his favorite cinnamon gum.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who was elated when he found out you were unwed and not seeing anyone. the second he saw you selling your sweet lil pastries on that fateful sunday, he was already picturing how cute you’d look next to him.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who passes by your house every tuesday and friday morning on his morning runs. you always refilled your hummingbird feeders on those mornings so each time he passed by he had to say hello bc duh! as you converse with him you can’t help but notice how….nice and toned his body is, especially when he lifts his shirt up to wipe his sweat away! the happy trail that led into his sweats definitely had you curious but he didn’t need to know that.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁�� sheriff!toji who picked up a habit of calling you everything but your name. pretty girl, sugar, darlin’, peach, honeysuckle—you name it!! it didn’t bother you in the slightest especially with that low country drawl of his hehe.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who is flooredddd when you bring him lunch at the station. you looked breathtaking in your pretty pink sundress and matching kitten heels, he could’ve ate you up instead if he was being completely honest.

“now what do we have here?” toji chuckled, tipping his hate up to get a better look at you. you didn’t say anything but your toothy smile said more than enough for him. you sat the pink tupperware in front of him with shaky hands, giggling when he was quick to pull the top off.

“s’nothin’ special just some baked ziti i whipped up, i remember you saying it was your favorite when you were younger! n-not that i made it specifically for you of course, but i m-mean i certainly wouldn’t mind making you a-anything you wanted….”

as toji watched you babble he couldn’t help but let his lips lift into a smirk—were you….flustered?

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who picked up on your crush on him faster than it took you to even register it. after you brought him lunch he thought it was only fair that he treated you to dinner, granted he quite literally served you meat and potatoes bc let’s face it he’s still a man. that night he learned a bunch about you, securing his bond with you even more.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who finally grew a pair and asked you on a proper date. his ears were as red as your famous fried tomatoes, and he stumbled over his words but you said yes regardless with the biggest smile he’d ever seen you wear. although he was sure you liked him just as much as he liked you he couldn’t help but be shocked that you said yes!

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who took you to the fanciest restaurant in town, insisting that you get whatever your little heart desired. he was looking as handsome as ever in his formal jacket and button up shirt, and you looked liked the most darling doll in your pastel pink dress. you recalled him saying one time he absolutely adored you in the color pink, so pink on the first date was definitely a no brainer.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who finally bit the bullet and asked you to be his darling after your third date. you both shared a steamy kiss afterwards and as corny as it sounds one of your legs did lift up a tiny bit out of instinct when his lips smushed into yours <333

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who surprisingly takes you out dancing every other week. sure dinners and picnics are fun especially there’s a little making out but he believes this is where the intimacy lies.

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who came in his pants the first time you two made out. it wasn’t his fault it rlly wasn’t!! it’s just the way you were grinding your hips into his lap as you tongues tangled together that he couldn’t help but bust a nut right then and there!

“a-agh f-fuck,” toji growled against your lips, his hands gripping harshly onto the plushness of your love handles. “y-you okay?” your voice was breathy and boarder line whiny as you inspected toji’s face for anything wrong. he grunted something about him being fine then buried his face in your neck, inhaling the sweet smell of your vanilla n caramel scented perfume. it wasn’t until you felt a sudden warmth against your panty clad pussy that you realized what the big man was so embarrassed about hehe.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who couldn’t help but slobber all over your pussy like a dog the first time he ate you out. you’d never known what pure ecstasy felt like until you felt toji’s plush lips wrap around your swollen clit.

“to-tojiiii!” you squealed, pink pedicured toes curling in pleasure when you felt toji’s tongue draw figure eights around your clit. pulled the skin above your clit up, spitting on the pink bud before sucking it back into his mouth. he’s pulled three orgasms out of you now and frighteningly enough he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping.

“stop—mmph, movin’” toji purred, throwing his arm over your stomach to keep you in place. his skillful tongue began to draw the letters of his name, a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest when your hips bucked upwards. “can ya guess what i’m spellin’ peach?” he asked spelling his name once more. just as he finished the dot on the ‘i’ you came with a loud scream of his name, your fluids soaking his chin and neck.

toji sloppily wiped his mouth with the back of his hands before moving himself up the bed to hover over you. “you’re so smart darlin’ i was spellin’ my name,” he chuckled, squishing your cheeks together before giving you a messy kiss, which you happily returned.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who can’t help but jerk off to the thought of you daily. he’d be minding his business on patrol until he’d see something that reminded him of you and from there it was over. god did he love eating your lil pussy till you cried, he liked it so much that even the mere thought had him popping a boner. almost every night he’d call you, panting and groaning into the phone as he beat his dick to your voice—it wouldn’t even have to be sexual, you talking about just anything had him leaking like a faucet.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji whose dick was as big as his heart. i’m talking eight and a half inches and so thick that the first time he showed it to you you were worried that he wouldn’t fit in your mouth/pussy. ‘don’ worry peach i’ll make it fit’ he said to you as he ran that fat tip over your glossed up lips.

“hah! s-shit pretty girl ‘yer takin’ it like a champ,” toji grinned, teeth clamping onto his bottom lip. you whimpered around his dick, spit dripping from your mouth and foaming up at the base creating the perfect mess. toji preferred his head sloppy and you delivered, the obscene noises of you choking around his cock sounded like music to his ears.

when toji cums he cums a lot….like a lot a lot. i mean look at the breeder balls on this man, he was bound to give you a mouthful—and he did!!

“take it all sweetness, swallow my cum like a good girl,” toji growled, caressing the bulge in your cheek. it was so much it began to drip from your mouth and onto his thighs but neither of you seemed to care. he tasted salty, but there was this tinge of sweetness to him that had you moaning like a bitch in heat. toji was shocked, yet extremely turned on when you whined for him to feed you more of his cum, your doe eyes looking as shiny as ever.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who almost shed tears the first time you two made love. he handled you as if you were the worlds most precious china, his calloused hands touching you ever softly with love laced in every squeeze have gave your body.

“s’good toji,” you mewled, tightening your legs around his slim waist. toji pressed his lips against yours, happily swallowing up every moan and whine you let out. his skillful hips slammed into yours, his hard stomach rubbing deliciously against your puffy clit. “such a good pussy. y’see darlin’? told you she’d be able to take me,” he slurred, groaning rather loudly when he heard you pussy squelch at a particularly hard thrust.

he used protection of course, but the thought of him being able to nut inside you had his orgasm approaching far sooner than he wanted to.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who made you squirt for the first time ever that same night, his eyes as wide as saucers as a fountain of your essence hit his lower stomach. you were utterly embarrassed, hiding your face in his pillows as you kicked your feet at him to not tease you. he did tease you, but it’s okay bc he thought that shit was so. fucking. hot.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who made it his mission to make you squirt every single time you two fooled around.

“c’mon sugar, where that special spot of yours eh?” toji hummed, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing against your most sensitive parts. he was knuckle deep inside your pussy, absolutely determined to get you to squirt on his fingers. you weren’t even too sure what he meant by your ‘special spot’ until his fingers bumped into that spongy area that had your eyes rolling back.

“ohh? right here huh? is that the spot peach?” he smirked, increasing the pressure of his fingers. your thighs began to tremble, drool slipping past your parted lips and onto your chin. “o-oh my goodness!” you squealed, hips pushing upwards when toji pressed roughly on your lower tummy. your thighs trembled violently as your release hit you like a truck, wave after wave of your cum soaking toji’s hand and wrist.

when you finished toji slapped your pussy followed by ‘atta fucking girl, my peach is so good f’me.’

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who has a habit of fucking you on top of his patrol car. he just can’t help himself!! especially when you’re all tipsy and handsy after your dates :(( it was supposed to be a one time thing but soon every other week he’d have you on top of car, panties around your ankles while he fucked you like a madman.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who fucked you on every surface of his house once you finally let him hit raw. you brought it up randomly one night that you had started taking birth control a few weeks prior and wanted to feel him, all of him.

“fuckkk honey,” toji hissed, pushing his hips forward one last time before releasing inside of you for the fourth time that night. your legs were practically jello, your hands holding onto the kitchen counter for dear life. you didn’t even know how you ended up from the living room to the kitchen, but you were in no place to do thinking rn sooo oh well!

you gasped when toji flipped your body around, strong arms lifting you off the ground. you weakly wrapped your legs around his waist, mewling when you felt his tip press snugly against your clit. “jesus you’re worse than the drugs i lock those sorry fuckers at the station up for,” toji grinned, gripping roughly onto your ass cheeks.

“d-don’t say stuff like that honey,” you sniffled, back arching when you felt the coolness of the wall against it. toji now had you pressed against the wall, his head tilted down, “a little to the left and—mmph, there we gooo.” your dropped open when toji slipped inside you once again, your walls hugging his dick tightly. you could feel him throbbing inside you, dick begging for yet another release.

“you’re relentless,” you hissed, manicured nails digging into his toned back. toji chuckled, flexing his back muscles to soothe the stings from your nails.

‘mmm only for you sugar’

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji whose become a serious fan of backshots ever since he got with you. you’re on the curvier side, giving him lots of soft to grip and slap to his hearts content. hearts form in his eyes every time he gets to see the beautiful recoil of your ass against his pelvis.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ sheriff!toji who develops a serious breeding kink the more he gets to fuck you raw. not only does the sight of his cum leaking from spent pussy draw something animalistic out of him, but he also thinks you’d make the prettiest mommy <33

“how pretty,” toji murmured to himself, pushing softly on your stomach. a flood of his cum dripped from your cunt, soiling the sheets beneath your trembling body. “y’er gonna make a such a pretty momma one day,” he spoke softly, rubbing his hands on the backs of your thighs before pushing them wayyy back.

“at this rate m’sure it’ll ha-happen soon,” your giggle was replaced with a moan when toji placed his cock between your folds, his hips drawing back before pushing forward. his tongue poked out to swipe over his bottom lip, a pool of drool forming on his tongue at the thought of knocking you up.

‘you think?’

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twohearts-hs · 18 days ago

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Dove & Captain: 5 - Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader Series

Words in Total: 5.4k

Pairings: Dr. Jack Abbot x fem!reader

Synopsis: She's his Dove. The ER nurse who is the definition of chaos, trauma and humour in scrubs. He's her Captain, gruff, emotionally guarded war veteran with a prosthetic leg and completely in love with her. Six years together, a mortgage, four dogs and the ability to conquer anything. This is a story of their life in one day. He is 49, she's 30. This is one day of their life based on the 15 episodes of 'The Pitt'. There will be little imagines of their relationship over the years.

Warnings: Swearing, Age Gap, Trauma, Medical Language/Procedure, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, etc.

A/N: This is a complete series of ~60k. I will post a few snapshots of their relationship over the six+ years they've been together.

Hope you enjoy :)

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Y/N was standing around in a circle with the team as Robby gave one of his classic speeches. Her arms were crossed, staring at him as he talked calmly, but with such leadership. Paediatric cases were harder, but even harder when they end in death.

Y/N was slowly breathing, watching as she rocked on her feet back and forth. Slowly nodding as she broke her glance from him to look at everyone else. All eyes were on Robby.

“We do these debriefs to try to give a sense of closure, meaning, to difficult cases so that they won’t linger. But trust me, the kids you’ll lose will linger. So, what do you do?” Robby spoke before chuckling awkwardly. “I did my residency at Big Charity in New Orleans. And one day, I got a kid, a five-year-old boy, accidentally shot by his brother playing with Dad’s gun, worried he was gonna get in trouble right up until he coded and died,” he said, taking a deep breath as his voice cracked, wavering. Running a hand through his hair, he stared at them, exhaling sharply. “That night, I asked myself, like, what do I do with this kid? Where do I put this feeling? And I found myself walking all night. I was walking and walking and walking. Then I found myself back at the gates of Big Charity Cemetery and I’m looking at all those mausoleums and those crypts and I’m think to myself, ok, that’s what I need. I just need a safe place where I can put these feelings–“ Robby continued his story, but the door opened, and a security guard popped in.

“Yo, we got patients throwing punches in chairs,” the security guard said.

Y/N rose a brow, scoffing before looking back at Robby. “Uh, ok, everybody. Let’s get back to it. Just remember, the Employee Assistance Program is available as are Kiara and myself, if anybody needs to talk,” Robby said as they exited.

Y/N grabbed her stethoscope from the counter and placed it around her neck before following them out of the trauma room. Y/N watched Dana lose her shit with the patients punching each other. She chuckled from the corner as two women went at each other, punching and losing teeth.

It was the best entertainment of the day besides the ambulance hijack.

With a chuckle, she brought out her phone. No new messages from Jack, but she texted him the situation. “Anti-Vaxer/anti-mask mom punched another mom when kid wouldn’t wear a mask in waiting room. A tooth got stuck in the knuckle LMAO.”

Y/N jumped into the MDMA overdose, helping Santos and Dr. Mohan with placing ice in a bucket.

Robby opened the trauma to look at them. “Hey, can we pick it up in here, please? Overdose is here,” he called out. Y/N glanced up, nodding and giving him a thumbs up.

The doors opened now, paramedics wheeling in the OD from Pittfest. Y/N glanced up, grabbing gloves to step in.

“Intubated en route,” paramedic said.

“We got to cool this lady down. Get some ice packs, head, neck, groin,” Robby called out as they came in. “Send off for a rainbow,” Robby exclaimed.

“On it,” Santos called out.

“Heart rate 132, BP 210 over 120,” the paramedic called out.

“Fuck, that’s high,” Y/N muttered working around them.

“Four of Ativan in the field,” someone called out.

Y/N began packing the body with ice packs before administering medications.

“Pupils are dilated. Definitely MDMA overdose,” Robby said, shining a pen light into the patient’s eyes. “Dr. Mohan, how do you want to treat the BP?” he called out.

“Beta blockers?” Mohan replied.

“No,” Robby replied lowly, “unopposed alpha could kill her. Four more of Ativan, please.”

Santos got up from grabbing ice to look at Robby. “Seriously?”

“She might need another 40. Hypertension and tachycardia from MDMA is centrally mediated. Ativan is the drug of choice,” Robby explained, looking at Santos.

Y/N was working around them. “Fuck. Core temp is 107.3,” she called out.

Robby nodded at her. “Ok, can we get another hose in here before she fries her brain, please?” Robby called out, clapping his hands together as a way to say ‘hurry up’. “Let’s go. Come on.”

They continued to work, trying to stabilise her, treating the overdose, cooling her down…it was a journey and absolute teamwork.

“Ok, on my count. One, two, three,” Robby called out as they moved her into the ice bath. “Gentle, gentle, gentle.”

Y/N glanced up to the monitors. “Temp’s down to 107.1,” Y/N called out.

“How long does she need to stay in the ice, Dr. Santos?” Robby asked as they leaned over the ice bath.

“My PB in the ice is 13 minutes,” Langdon replied.

“Dr. Santos,” Robby said lowly, scolding Langdon.

“Until her temp is normal,” Santos replied.

“Wrong. You pull her out at 102. Otherwise, we could overshoot and cause hypothermia,” Langdon replied.

“Heart rate 120. Pressure 198 over 116,” Y/N said, walking over to the ice bath. “More Ativan?” she asked.

“Another four, please!”

“Why is she on the ice, Dr. Santos?” Langdon asked.

“To bring her temp down,” she replied.

“Wow, state the obvious, yet still don’t answer the question,” Langdon retorted.

“The quicker we bring it down, the less of a chance for permanent damage to the brain, liver, or kidneys,” Dr. Mohan replied, looking at Santos.

“Exactly,” Langdon replied, pointing at them, then looked over to Robby. “Was she sweating?”

“Profusely,” Y/N replied, jumping into the action.

Langdon looked back at Santos. “What if she wasn’t, Santos. What if she was dry as a bone?” he asked.

“Then we’d have to think anticholinergic overdose, not sympathetic,” Santos replied.

Silence happened between the two who had tension – Santos and Langdon. Y/N chuckled lowly, shaking her head as she worked around them.

“Very good,” Robby replied.

Though Langdon and Santos continued the glare at each other.

They continued to work around, calling orders, stating facts. The machine continued to beep rapidly.

“Rectal temp’s down to 105,” Y/N called out.

“Ok, moving in the right direction,” Robby replied. “We might get lucky here.”

Dana came in explaining that there was a trauma that had come in. Robby excused himself. Y/N was left there with Langdon, Mohan and Santos working around them trying to stabilise the patient.

The patient seized, they stabilised her. Then Langdon gave this wild speech about knowing your place in the hospital to Dr. Santos. Y/N watched Langdon go off at her. Her eyes widened, but then Robby interrupted, getting Langdon to leave.

Y/N was standing by the nurses’ station writing notes when Crosby, a patient’s dog escaped out of Donnie’s hands and ran towards a rat. She watched as Whitaker handled the situation and killed the rat.

“What the fuck?” she muttered, raising a brow and shaking her head. “Good going, Kid,” she said.

Applause happened from that action. Y/N smirked before getting up and walking to the patient with the dog.

“Hi,” she whispered, appearing at the foot of the bed. Mel looked up to see her.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, smiling.

“Hi, Mel,” Y/N replied. “I couldn’t help but wander over because there’s a dog here,” she said, smirking.

The patient looked at her. “He’s an emotional support dog for my anxiety,” he replied, holding Crosby close. “Doc said I can keep him with me.”

Y/N shook her head. “God, no, I’m not here to tell you that he can’t stay. I’m here because I’m a dog lover and I needed to say hi.” Y/N crouched down at the side of the bed, reaching out her hand slowly. “What’s his name?”

“Crosby,” the patient replied.

“Great name,” she said, letting the dog sniff her before she began petting him. “Crosby, you’re such a good boy.” The smile on Y/N’s face was priceless. “Can I take a picture? My partner has to see this, he’s a dog guy too.”

The patient nodded. “Of course. You guys have dogs?”

Y/N nodded, glancing up at the patient before going back to the dog as she grabbed her phone. “Yeah, we have four.”

Mel looked up. “Four dogs?” she gasped, shocked.

“I know, a whole unit as my partner says. He’s ex-military,” Y/N replied, snapping the picture of the dog and sending it to Jack.

“Wow, you’re brave,” the patient said.

Y/N chuckled. “Yeah. Winston, Delta, Ranger and Alaka. Three of them rescues, one stubborn dachshund. My partner jokes that we are one stray away from being a farm.”

They chuckle. “That’s nice that your partner is a dog guy.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I’m very lucky, but he’s put his foot down on getting another,” she hummed, smirking. “I might smuggle one in. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”

They all chuckled.

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Y/N was walking to her next patient when she spotted Dana walking in from her smoke break with blood all over her face. Robby ran over to her, and Y/N quickly followed behind.

“Jesus, Dana. What the fuck happened?” Y/N barked.

Robby grasped her face, looking her over.

“It’s ok, ok,” she muttered. “I’m fine.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, you’re not. Don’t be a superhero right now, Dana,” she replied as Robby pulled her aside.

Everyone noticed, looking over to Dana as she took a seat. Y/N came back with an ice pack, handing it to her. Robby was kneeling down in front of her.

“Who punched you?” Y/N asked, looking over Dana as Robby began examining her.

“Just an unhappy patient,” Dana replied.

“A patient hit you?” Javadi gasped.

“Yeah,” Dana replied.

“Happens all the time. I got my cheek broken,” Princess replied.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I got thrown against the wall once. Twice, actually. Spat on a few times. A patient pulled my ponytail once too,” Y/N muttered. “More common than you think.”

“I lost a tooth,” someone added.

“We’ve all been assaulted,” Perlah added.

Robby glanced around before looking back at Dana. “Did you hit your head?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, probably but no LOC, just…just a bloody nose.”

Y/N came with some supplies, pressing a gauze to her nose. “Ok, pressure,” she said.

Dana took the gauze from her as Y/N stood behind Robby with her arms crossed.

“Any trouble seeing? Any double vision?” Robby asked.

“No,” Dana replied, shaking her head.

“I’ll grab you new scrubs,” Y/N said, walking away to get scrubs for Dana.

Robby found Y/N once Dana was sorted, pulling her aside. “Time to be charge nurse now. Dana is out for a bit,” he told her, squeezing her arm. “Can you do this?”

Y/N smirked. “Used to be the night charge nurse before I was moved to day,” she replied. “Of course I can do this.” She was full-on smiling and Robby just chuckled, shaking his head. “Best thing today.”

“You’re a little too excited,” he muttered.

Her face fell. “Oh, right. How’s Dana?”

“Ace,” Robby called out as he walked up to the board.

Y/N was at the computer, looking over the board, editing it and changing it. The job of a charge nurse. She glanced up when she heard her nickname, raising a brow.

“Yes, Cowboy?” she hummed, smirking. “What can I do for you?”

Robby stood across from her, coffee in hand. “Which of our patients can we send on their merry way?” he asked. Y/N walked over to stand next to him.

Y/N looked up at the board that was showcased on a TV. “Right, well, Barry, yoga split lip, moved from North 1 to the hall; Walter, road rash with the rat killing dog, South 20; and Vince, basketball elbow fracture, outside Central 2,” she said, looking up to him.

Robby nodded. “Ok, you can run another set of vitals on Crosby’s papa and discharge. You can tell Ortho to get their head out of their ass and take Joel Embiid with them. And you can release Yoga Barry, but tell him to refrain from doing any handstands for at least 48 hours,” he told her, sending her a smile.

“Copy that,” Y/N replied.

Then he handed her something. “Jack said you haven’t been responding to his messages. He said to feed you, here,” he told her, handing her a granola bar. “And hydrate.” Then handed her a water bottle.

Y/N glared at Robby. “I’m fine,” she replied, taking the granola bar. “Why is he being like this?” she whispered more to herself. “Overbearing, my sweet Jackass,” she muttered.

Robby shrugged. “He knows something is up and he’s trying to be a good partner,” he replied. “Contact the grumpy man so I don’t have to be the messaging owl,” he told her, voice low.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m at work. He knows that,” she muttered, shaking her head. Then she turned to the group of nurses looking at her. “Scram. You heard the chief, go, go.” Y/N went back to her computer, but Robby stood next to her, leaning over with his elbows on the table. “Hello, Cowboy,” she said, eyes locked on the computer. “What do you need from me?”

He just looked over, smiling. “Oh, nothing,” he muttered, shrugging, but there was an obvious smirk then it fell. “You holding up ok?” he asked, voice low.

Y/N turned her head to look at him, glaring. “Grand. Let’s not do this constantly checking in thing, please.”

“Noted.” Then Robby looked over. “Hey, Ahmad.” Then walked over to the security guard. “Is Theresa still out in chairs talking to those cops?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you do me a favour,” Robby said as Y/N walked over, arms crossed, “and just kind of keep an eye on it? Don’t let her leave without talking to me.”

“Ok.”

“Any word on Driscoll?” Robby asked, talking about the man who punched Dana.

“I issued an alert throughout PTMC security and called the cops with his home address from his chart. They want a statement from Dana,” Ahmed told Robby.

“She’s in CT. Let’s clear her medically, and then she can decide when she wants to talk to them,” Robby said, glancing over his shoulder to see Y/N alongside other nurses such as Holly, Perlah, Princess and Donnie.

“What about other hospitals?” Y/N asked. “Have you let them know?”

“Notified,” Ahmed replied. “Everyone’s on the lookout for this guy, Driscoll.” His eyes were focused on Y/N.

She nodded as Robby muttered his gratitude before turning to her.

“Glad to know the authorities are looking for this psycho, but what are you gonna do to protect the rest of us?” Princess asked.

“Violence against health care workers is a national problem,” Holly told Robby.

“And it’s only getting worse,” Donnie added.

Y/N hummed. “No surprise. There’s a nursing shortage everywhere,” she muttered.

Robby looked over at them before pointing at each of them. “I hear you, I hear you, I hear you, I hear you and I hear you. It is unacceptable.”

Just then, Gloria showed up, and Y/N glanced down, hiding her smirk. Here comes drama…

As Gloria started to talk to nurses about their problems and Robby began slowly creeping away. Y/N chuckled, leaving the group to follow him.

“Can I have a sip of your coffee?” she asked, smirking.

Robby looked at her. “You’ve had four today. I’m cutting you off, Ace,” he said before walking away. “Gonna give yourself a heart attack from all this caffeine.”

Y/N was at the nurses’ station, spinning in the chair as she sipped her drink and ate a granola bar Robby got for her. She was at the point of her shift where she was counting down the hours. Three more to go.

She checked her phone. Jack sent her a picture of the steak he bought, then he sent her another picture of lobster tails he bought. She responded, “True foreplay there. Fuck me right now, Old Man. Pls Jackhammer me rn.” Then smirked before typing, “Beckett’s coming over for dinner, remember.” And he responded instantly with, “Your brother can eat instant ramen. He’s a college kid. Steals all my shit already.” She just smirked.

“You think Wholey’s will still be open by the time we get off?” Langdon called out as he removed his gown and threw it in a bin. He looked over to the nurses’ station.

Princess, Perlah, Collins and Y/N were there and all said, “No” at the same time.

Y/N, however, smirked and said. “Jack just went. He got steak and lobster for dinner. Best fucking Friday ever,” she hummed. “They close at five so you’re the loser,” she said.

Langdon looked at them. “Damn.” Langdon came over. “Is there room for four more?” he asked Y/N, smirking.

“No,” she said bluntly. “Get your own fucking man to cook you a gourmet experience. I don’t share.” Then she glanced back down to her computer. “He refuses to cook for Beckett the fancy shit. Grumps something like ‘he’s a college student, he doesn’t deserve this’.”

Langdon chuckled as he came over. “Fair. Well, I was hoping to surprise Abby and the kids, grill up some salmon for dinner.”

Y/N chuckled. “Mhmm, such an adrenaline junkie,” she muttered, looking back to her screen.

“What’d you call me?” Langdon asked, crossing his arms.

Y/N looked over. “Abby and I are friends. We talk. Facebook friends, too. You and your ice plunges and marathon man. Surprise, here’s a dog. Surprise, here’s some salmon.” Y/N had her shit eating grin as she stared at Langdon.

“You and Abby are friends on Facebook?” he asked, confused.

“I’m friends with everyone on Facebook, Langdon,” she said, looking up.

“It’s true,” Collins muttered.

“Called networking,” Y/N hummed, shrugging. “Plus, I love looking at the pictures of your kids.” Langdon rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter of the nurses’ station. “Y/N, if I show up with a bottle of fancy red, would Jack throw me a lobster tail and a cut of steak?” he asked, smirking.

She gave him a flat look. “He’d throw you out. He would lock the gate on our property. Jack’s territorial. Me, yes, but the grill, extra.”

Langdon grinned. “I’m coming for your fancy-ass grill setup, your expensive Bronco, Maldives holidays–“

“We’ve never been to the Maldives.”

“Where’d you go last March?” “Greece,” Y/N said.

“My point exactly. Jack’s truck which costs more than my salary and then his gun collection that’s worth more than my mortgage,” he told her, raising a brow.

“Wow, you make me sound like a brat. Wanna spank me, Langdon, put me in my place?” she replied, smirking.

Langdon choked on his own spit, coughing into his elbow as the nurses around them burst into laughter.

Princess wheezed. “Best come back,” she replied.

“This is a HR complaint waiting to happen,” Collins replied as she typed her own patient notes.

“I’m kidding. God, everyone’s so sensitive. Where’s Robby? He would’ve laughed,” Y/N said. “No, Jack’s the brat. Expensive, high maintenance. I’m from a trailer park, I’m great at chain-smoking, shot gunning beer and paying in food stamps.”

They all stared at her.

“You are all deranged,” Perlah muttered.

Langdon rose a brow. “How are two a thing? Jack and you,” he said, confused.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she chuckled. “Genuinely don’t know. I keep him on his toes and fuel his need to feel young.”

Langdon leaned in closer. “No, he just likes your ass.”

Y/N didn’t blink. “Correct and my massive rack.”

Collins placed her hands up. “I’m leaving before this becomes an harassment case.”

Y/N chuckled. “Regretting buying the dog?” she asked Langdon, smirking. He stared at her. “I’ll take him. Don’t tell Jack. He hates goldendoodles. He says they are man-made, poorly bred dogs. I agree.”

“You literally have mutts, Y/N,” Langdon muttered.

Just then, two hands were on the top of Y/N’s chair. She glanced up, seeing that bearded face and tall frame. “Hi, Cowboy,” she hummed.

“What are you talking about?” Robby asked, looking down.

“Ah, you know, how it’s time for my weekly spanking,” she replied, smirking. “I’ve been a naughty girl.”

Robby hummed. “Better bend over then,” he replied.

“Yes, chief,” she hummed. “Anyway,” she said turning around and handing him a tablet. “Dana’s CT results are back. Not horrible, not perfect.”

Robby took the tablet and looked over the scans. Langdon came over to look at the screen. “No intracranial haemorrhage, no skull fracture, non-displaced nasal fracture, but the rest of the facial bones look intact.”

“Any haemorrhaging into the sinuses?” Y/N asked.

“Nada,” Robby replied, shaking his head.

“Rad,” Y/N muttered.

“We could really use her back on the floor,” Langdon explained.

“What? I’m not living up to Dana’s work ethic as charge nurse?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

“No,” Langdon just said.

Y/N stared at him and held her two hands up, flipping him off with her middle finger as she got up to check on Dana to get orders.

Y/N was back looking over the board when she spotted Dana walking up to her.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she mused, nudging her shoulder into Y/N.

“Hi, Mama,” Y/N replied, smirking. “How are you doing?”

“Ah, alive. I’m taking you off duty,” she said.

Y/N smiled. “Well, I enjoyed my time,” she mumbled before walking towards where Robby went.

Y/N watched the whole scene unfold. She was around the corner, leaning against the wall, when she heard the spitfire of Robby and Langdon. How Langdon had been taking medications to “wean” himself off. Benzos. She listened, and her heart stung. Never had she heard Robby so disappointed in someone. Y/N took slow breaths, hearing everything.

Slowly, once she heard silence, she popped her head around the corner and made eye contact with Robby.

He stared at her for a moment. No one said anything. Then she mumbled, “Robby–“

“Y/N,” he snapped, voice low and harsh. “Don’t.” He held up a hand. She bit her bottom lip.

“He’s not an addict,” she whispered.

Robby groaned, running a hand through his hair down his face and through his beard. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he muttered, looking at the floor. “He is stealing fucking benzos–“

“My mother was an opioid and benzo user. It was Valium at first, then it went to Vicodin. Then heroin. She did benzos while pregnant with me. Did opioids when pregnant with Beckett. I’m shocked that Beckett didn’t get neonatal abstinence syndrome. If he did, he would’ve been taken from my life,” she muttered. “I know an addict when I see one. I can sniff it out…he’s not an addict,” she muttered. “He’s a guy going through something hard. Withdrawal from benzos is hard. Impossible without medical help.”

“He could’ve gotten medical help, Y/N,” he bit.

“He was struggling. Things like this make you do things you don’t even know”

“That’s a definition of an addict,” he replied.

Y/N shook her head. “He’s not an addict. He’s functional, he’s coherent, he’s here.”

Robby stared at her for a moment. Unsure of what to say. She knew anger was radiating off him like a furnace. She took a step, and he held his hand up. Shaking his head. “You don’t know about this,” he muttered. “You never saw this.”

Y/N nodded. “I’m not going to speak–“

“If you speak about this to anyone, even to Jack, I will tell Jack about the miscarriage,” he hissed under his breath.

Y/N froze.

The air felt sucked out of her lings as she stared at Robby. Her heart thudded in her ears. Her breath hitched as her brows furrowed. “What the fuck did you just say?” she whispered.

He didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. Just kept his hands on his hips, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor like he hated himself for even saying it.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. You heard me,” he eventually said, voice tight. “I don’t want to do it, don’t push me, Y/N.”

Y/N was in complete shock. Staring at the man whom she would call a great friend and the way he just muttered something so personal. A threat.

“You have no fucking right,” she whispered, heavy breaths. “That is not your secret to tell, Michael.”

“And neither is Langdon’s,” Robby snapped. He looked up them, finally meeting her gaze. “We are all protecting people we care about. Don’t make me choose who to protect.”

Y/N stared at him, stunned. The betrayal was thick, landing heavy on her chest as she stared at a man who she thought would never hurt her.

She then just nodded, looking at the floor and smirked, shaking her head. “Fuck you, Michael Robinavitch.” They stared at one another for a moment before Y/N turned, without a word and walked away, heart pounding, fists clenched and absolute disappointment.

1700

Y/N was pulled into a birth with Dr. Collins. The patient came in labour and crowning. Working around one another, Y/N was setting up a birth kit.

“What have we got?” Robby called out as he entered the trauma room, pulling gloves on.

Y/N glanced up, looking at the man before shaking her head and turning her back to him. She was angry, yes, but disappointed.

“39 weeks, crowning after a SROM,” Collins called out.

“Hi, Mom. I’m the attending. I’m Dr. Robinavitch,” Robby said, walking over and checking the status of the birth.

“I’m Natalie, but I’m not the mom,” the patient said.

Just then, another man came in. “What’s happening?”

“You got here just in time. Uh, we’re the dads. Natalie’s my best friend and surrogate. We both teach fourth grade and even share classrooms,” Natalie’s friend said, Justin.

Y/N turned around, smiling. “Aw, wonderful,” she hummed.

Robby glanced over to look at her, but she dodged his eyes.

“Same room, same womb,” Natalie said as she took deep breaths.

“We’ve been urging her to stop saying that,” Justin said, chuckling.

All smiles went around.

“I’ve got the prenatal bag and let me pull up the birthing playlist on my phone,” the other dad said, Sam.

Dr. Collins chuckled awkwardly. “It’s time,” she announced.

“Fuck Beyoncé. Fuck her,” Natalie screamed out.

Y/N watched behind Collins as the baby slowly came out. Deep breathing, screams and joy. She was full on smiling as she crossed her arms over her chest, standing there and watching as this happened. Robby glanced over to her, seeing her stare at this. He took a deep breath before looking back at the birth.

However, baby got stuck on the pelvis bone.

“Mel, I’ll have you help with the McRoberts manoeuvre,” Collins said as she looked up to see Mel.

“Of course,” Mel replied, coming over.

“Hey, Natalie…we’re going to lift your knees up to your chest now,” Collins said.

Y/N was on Natalie’s side, grasping her knees and helping pull them up.

“Doing great,” Y/N whispered to her. “So good.”

“Just, is this the worst you’ve ever seen me?” Natalie asked.

“This is the most I’ve ever seen of you,” Justin replied.

“You’re beautiful,” Sam, the other dad, replied.

“All right, a little suprapubic pressure here,” Robby said, pressing his hands on her. “You’re going to feel me pressing on your bladder.”

Y/N glanced at her watch. “Two minutes since head delivery,” she called out.

“Fetal heart rate looks good, normal variability,” the L&D nurse called out.

“You’re doing great, Nat,” Justin said.

“Feel free to step in and take over,” she fired back to him.

Y/N chuckled, glancing up, but she was met with Robby’s eyes, instantly she broke the gaze.

“Ah, another one’s coming!” Natalie called out.

“Give me a big push!” Collins called out.

“Ok, Natalie, here we go. You got this,” Robby called out.

The push came, but then the monitors started to rapidly beep. Y/N looked at Collins and Robby, glancing over the knee to see the baby coming out. She knew what was wrong.

“Late decel,” the L&D nurse called out.

Robby met Y/N’s eyes again after he muttered her name. “Ok, can you call Dr. Ingram and tell him to come down here, please, from the NICU?” Robby asked Y/N. She nodded, turning to go make the call.

“What’s happening?” Natalie asked.

“The baby’s heart rate has slowed,” Robby said, taking off his zip up hoodie, “which could be a sign of distress.” He was moving hastily.

“So, what do we do?” one of the dad’s called out.

“We deliver this baby,” Collins replied.

“We got this. We got this,” Robby muttered, gowning up. Then he looked at Y/N. “Y/N, can you call the OR and tell them to prep for a possible crash C-Section?” Y/N nodded.

They continued to work. Robby had his hands inside the vaginal cavity, helping Natalie with getting this baby out. Y/N was back, helping next to him.

Eventually, with one final push, the baby was out. A smile instantly came to Y/N’s face.

“We got a baby boy!” Robby called out.

Y/N went back to the nurses’ station, sitting down at one of the chairs as she ate pizza that Robby ordered. She could feel stares on her. With a raised brow, she slowly turned to look over her shoulder.

Perlah and Princess were staring at her. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she tilted her head. “You two know something…what’s the gossip?” Y/N asked, smirking as she looked at them. Perlah and Princess looked at each other before looking back at Y/N. “Seriously, tell me. I need to know,” Y/N muttered, chuckling as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Need some good drama to make my life better.”

“You and Robby are close,” Princess said. “Like close-close.”

Y/N raised a brow. “We are friends,” she said carefully.

“And Dr. Abbot is good friends with Robby,” Perlah added.

Y/N slowly nodded. “Well, yeah. More like brothers,” she said casually, shrugging. “What are you two spinning?” she asked, brow raised.

“Do you know what happened with Langdon?” Princess eventually asked.

Y/N knew. She knew it, of course. However, she just shook her head. “What happened with Langdon?”

“Robby dismissed him for the day. He went home,” Princess said. “You didn’t know?”

“I was with a patient helping to deliver a baby for the last forty minutes or so,” Y/N stated. “I don’t know a thing that has happened out here in the rodeo ring.”

Perlah leaned forward on the counter, lowering her voice like she couldn’t help herself. “They were fighting. Not like subtle doctor bickering, like actual shouting. Robby laid into him.”

Y/N nodded, trying to play it cool and instead stuffed her face with pizza. “Robby shouting? In public?”

Princess nodded. “They were by the lockers.”

Y/N chewed slowly, buying time. She swallowed, then played dumb. “It’s probably cause Santos got under Langdon’s skin,” she muttered, shrugging.

“Y/N,” Perlah said, eyes narrowing. “Robby came back to the nurses’ station shaking. He looked like he was going to throw a punch.”

Y/N scoffed. “Robby does not punch. He is not a physical guy. Tall, broad and handsome, but a teddy bear at heart. Watch out for Jack,” she said casually, shrugging. “He’d throw a punch. Or me, I would too. I did come from the streets,” she muttered, turning back to the computer.

Silence happened for a second before Princess said, “You know.”

Y/N shook her head. “I know nothing.”

“You’re sleeping with the authority, of course you know something,” Princess added.

Y/N turned around to look at them. “I’m not sleeping with Robby. Never have, never will,” she said, smirking. “But the man I am sleeping with isn’t even here. So, no authority here.”

They glared at her. “You know,” Perlah muttered.

“Robby is having a tough day,” she added, “just leave him alone. Langdon probably got on his nerves.”

“Robby wasn’t yelling like a boss. He was yelling like a friend. Like someone got betrayed,” Princess muttered.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. Her stomach twisted slightly, but she kept her tone light. “You two are trying to make this into something it isn’t. I’m sitting here eating my pizza, don’t ruin my peace.”

The two nurses looked at each other, then spoke something in Tagalog. Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head and continued to eat her pizza.

“I love you both, but I’m not in the mood to deep dive into the emotional failings of grown men today,” Y/N muttered. “I’ll leave that to therapy and Instagram reels.” Then she got up, grabbing her plate and smiling at them. “Cheers.” She held up her pizza in a way like she was going to make a toast.

“You’re a terrible liar!” Perlah called after her.

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atyourmerci · 1 year ago

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Gold wing, angel

meanloser!ellie X classpresident!r

CW: smut, MDNI, dom!ellie, sub!reader, v angsty, slight bondage, cunt slapping, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, lite angel symbolism, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: actually surprised I finished a req (you all applaud me) this is inspired by “GOLDWING” by billie.

Ellie was a sick drug. Something not to be desired. She was the epitome of the allure of indulging in something you shouldn’t have, shouldn’t know, try at very least.

How did she get this way- who made her like this? Anger taken out through bodies of admission in an act of revenge. Taking back what was taken from her. Her pride regained by your submission.

You could have never fathomed the aggression the loser from AP American literature could obtain. You thought she’d beg on her knees for you. Worship your every move, starstruck by even getting the chance to touch you.

But she didn’t. She reveled in taking you off your high horse, got off on watching the student body president, proper and witty, utterly depraved by getting her cunt abused by a fucking moron.

98- A fucking 98, you did not deserve a 98 on the midterm paper. Your work was frankly sloppy, lacked comprehension. It made you ill knowing you were turning in something so lackluster with your name slapped across the front so proudly. The only thing that made you sicker was the thought of receiving special treatment- you had an image to uphold. You got to your position in this society from your own intellect, blood, sweat, tears and all. Kissing ass for a fucking 98 wasn’t in the cards.

The class began filing out as usual, like wild animals in a pack, shiny white teeth like daggers. Meshing together in their navy steam-pressed blazers, hair like defining fur, the only indication of individuality.

Except for her, sticking out like a sore thumb, the great big elephant in the room. Breaking many rulebook codes with her black nail polish, unkept hair to the standard policy, her white polo unbuttoned at the top two buttons that revealed her freckled chest. Despite her all around degenerate persona, she was irritatingly smart. Maybe if she had an ounce of charm she’d take your place.

With the rest of the class out of sight she stares at you. Not cutting off eye contact you both rise from your chairs you practically run to Mr. Stevens desk. The slap of two papers hit his desk, a 98 and a 90 shining in red sharpie ink on the white papers.

“I don’t deserve this,” comes out in unison, the sincerity in your voice cut open by the harshness in Ellies.

“Please one at a time, ladies.”

Before the words can even escape your lips Ellie rages, “I worked my ass off on this. I deserve better than a 90,” she spits out. “I know you can do better than this Ms.Williams, I expect more from you.” Ellie scoffs back at him, “this is bullshit,” she muffles but continues standing at his desk.

Mr.Stevens nods his head in your direction for your speech, you glance at Ellie with her arms now crossed, awaiting your protest. You brush off her insistence on staying and begin, “Mr.Stevens, I appreciate your grading and understanding my agenda for the midterm, but objectively this is sub-pare work. I think you may have given me someone else’s grade… maybe you mixed up my grade with Ms.Williams.”

He doesn’t skip a beat, “I don’t mix up grades, you earned it. Now if you two will excuse me,” Mr.Stevens directs you both to the now empty hallway.

Ellie storms out with rage, cheeks flushed and lips pressed closely, you follow behind. “‘ms Williams’? the fuck was that?” Ellie presses in a scowl, words echoed in a bare hallway.

“Look I read your paper, I think you deserved better,” you retort in an attempt to soothe her. You cant seem to keep your eyes off her cupids bow, the contrast of soft pink lips against her tired skin.

“Oh thats fucking rich coming from ‘ms I don’t deserve my grade’ you’re pathetic,” she points, eyes thinning.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch more people would like you,” you attempt, heat rising in your own cheeks, heart thumping roughly in your chest.

Ellies cruel disposition contorts into a grin, inching closer to your body, “you’re fucking him aren’t you? Ms. perfect sucking off the teach so she can stay on top?”

A power so foreign comes before you, using force to push your wrist into her chest, though she doesn’t budge, “shut up.”

She returns your aggression, pushing your bodies flesh up against the brick wall behind you, ripping the breath from your lungs. Your hands instinctively grip into her shirt. Her eyes are wild, as if she was surprised she’d taken it this far, or rather puzzled by the fact you haven’t broken your grasp.

You both pant from the intrusion, glaring, waiting- waiting for someone to cave.

Like a dog on a leash you dragged her in, pulling her by her fabric until her lips met your own. A depraved act, met with open mouths and wandering tongues. Hatred in its finest form, digging into her as if you’d ever thought of it. A subconscious desire pulled from the depths of your cravings.

Before true indulgence she pushes you off, taking a moment to look at your hazy disposition, drunk on delinquency, “don’t ever do that again,” she pants out. Taking her thumb she wipes the saliva from your bottom lip and takes off without your response.

Time after time you went back. You told yourself you’d stop, never talk to her again. Yet there the keys were in the ignition, a path that you knew like the back of your hand. Leading, controlling your own fate of defacement.

“Can you please just open the door,” you plead on her doorsteps, mind and body corrupted- to only be pleased by the mental games, the destruction in forms of submitting to her.

Strung up like an old doll long forgotten in the attic, bound wrist behind your back and ankles tied to the head of her bed, vulnerable and needy.

“What now? Use your fucking words,” Ellie remarks before spitting on your neglected cunt. Your body winces at the sensation of the hot liquid dripping down the pulsing flesh, “please I promise I’ll do whatever you ask.”

She hovers over your squirming body, carful to not give you the satisfaction. Gripping your jaw in her hand, “do you ever pay attention to what I tell you? You don’t deserve to come,” cocking her free hand back to lay a purposeful slap to your slick folds causing you to scream out from the blissful pain.

She lays another one into the already beat red skin, a cruel grin growing on her lips as she hears you enjoying it. “You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” she asks glaring at your tucked in lip, eyes glossy. You nod back at her, signaling your approval for using your body as her personal vessel.

Somehow it was good enough for her, dropping down to your perked nipples and sucking it into her teeth as she uses her hand to cover your eyes. You’d learn very early on that you weren’t allowed to watch her use her mouth on you. In the odd occasion she’d let you have your cunt in her mouth shed have your face shoved in the sheets while she took you from behind. She never told you why- and you didn’t dare ask.

Your wrist wriggle behind your back as your chest arches into her mouth, hot and wet. You obsess over what it would feel like on your mouth again, most nights were spent only thinking of her mouth- foreign, an impenetrable fortress. You began to chase the chance of the feeling her again.

You feel as her mouth comes off of the swollen bud as she removes the hand on your eyes, “don’t look,” she says with no threat in her tone, but you don’t risk crossing her.

You shut your exhausted eyes, dropping your head back as you feel her wrap her arms around the meat of your thighs. She drags an antagonizing strip up your slit, jolting your body into the mouth.

She goes as slow as possible, providing as little pressure she can muster up to the swell of your clit, but from her slaps it wouldn’t take much. Your body akin to a fish gasping for air out of water, squirming under her touch. She digs her fingers deep into the flesh as a warning.

“If you ever want to come again Id advise you behave.”

“P-please,” you plead to her, legs shaking as you whimper her name over and over like a prayer.

“I said no, i swear to god I’ll ruin every fucking orgasm,” sliding her two fingers into your clenching hole she drives slow pumps as she returns her mouth to your clit.

Your face contorts in concentration, attempting to hold yourself back but you could only be held off for so long.

“Ellie- Ellie!” bursting at the seams, your body detesting her rules, letting the hot white cum coat her fingers. She only fucks you harder, faster through your orgasm. This is a game you weren’t to win, rather to allow herself to revel in your pain. She got off on destroying your mind, making it to where you can only be pleased by her punishment.

Ellie kept her word, working you up on the edge of finishing and stopping completely, laughing at your pathetic state, crying and begging to come.

Clipping your wings, she hung them on her walls as a trophy. Pleas echoing her room, come splattering her sheets, your lips chapped and neglected.

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katnipp · 26 days ago

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permit me to love you— sophia laforteza

genre: fluff, light angst

synopsis: when the mayor’s arrogant daughter threatens to shut down y/n’s pie shop, rivalry turns into a slow-burning romance neither of them saw coming—one pie, one insult, and one stolen kiss at a time.

warning: small town romance again woohoo ٩(^ᗜ^ )و sorta made sophia mean in this, that’s it i think🤔

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hartwell was never meant to be exciting. it was the kind of town where everything closed by nine, where old ladies knew your dog’s name, where pie was currency and gossip traveled faster than the speed limit on main street.

it wasn’t big. but it was yours.

you’d been running mabel’s since your grandmother passed—old recipes, handwritten menus, a mismatched mug wall that locals added to like a shrine. It wasn’t flashy, but it was honest.

then sophia laforteza came back.

she hadn’t been home in nearly a decade. not since she left for college, then the city, then some marketing firm with glass walls and espresso machines that cost more than your oven. she came back dressed like she never meant to stay. and apparently, with an agenda.

because on her second day in town, she walked into mabel’s, heels clicking, coat trailing, and said:

“you know your business is in violation of three separate zoning codes, right?”

you blinked. “hi?”

she didn’t smile.

“i’m doing an internal audit of main street occupancy under the mayor’s office. you’re operating under a grandfather clause that expired six years ago. technically, your outdoor seating is illegal.”

your jaw dropped. “are you seriously threatening to shut down my café?”

she crossed her arms. “not threatening. informing. i’m just doing my job.”

“you don’t even work for the town.”

“i’m consulting. and the mayor trusts my judgment.”

of course he did. he was her dad.

she turned, pausing at the door like she’d just informed you it might rain later. “you might want to get your paperwork in order.”

you hated her.

she didn’t just threaten you—she acted like it was merciful. like she was giving you a heads-up before she put you six feet under.

and then, a week later, she opened her own café across the street. all black tile and gold accents. modern, cold, expensive. her version of a café was all aesthetic and no soul. and it was packed.

she was winning.

and you were scrambling.

you tried to fix your permits. It was a mess. the kind of red tape that took months—if you even had the money. you found yourself staying late, panicking over spreadsheets, burning crusts because your hands were shaking too hard.

then one night, after everyone had left, you found her standing in the middle of your café.

uninvited.

“jesus, sophia—are you here to finish me off?”

she raised an eyebrow. “you left your door unlocked.”

“i was in the back.”

“could’ve been anyone.”

“are you trying to be ominous or are you just this insufferable naturally?”

she didn’t answer right away. just looked around, hands in her coat pockets. her face was unreadable, but her eyes—her eyes looked tired.

finally, she said, “you really love this place.”

you scoffed. “yeah, well. unlike some people, i don’t get off on destroying things just because i can.”

her jaw twitched.

and then—quietly—she said, “i wasn’t trying to destroy you.”

you stared.

she avoided your gaze. “i didn’t realize how close you were to losing your permits. i just wanted to clean up main street. make it better.”

“better for who?”

she didn’t have an answer.

that night, she didn’t insult your pie. she didn’t smirk. she just sat at the counter, perfectly still, while you made her tea without asking.

and when she left, she paused in the doorway.

“i’m not going to report you.”

you raised an eyebrow. “why the sudden mercy?”

“i don’t know,” she said, softly. “maybe I just don’t like the idea of this place being gone.”

⸻

after that, things didn’t change overnight. She was still guarded. still sharp. still mean when she was uncomfortable.

but she showed up more often.

sometimes for coffee. sometimes just to sit in the corner and read your permit appeal forms like she didn’t care. sometimes with food she claimed she “accidentally over-ordered” from vendors.

eventually, she helped you refile everything.

“i’m not doing this for you,” she said. “i just hate bad paperwork.”

“sure, laforteza.”

but she kept showing up.

one night, during a snowstorm, the power went out. You found her sitting in your café, lit only by the glow of candles. she didn’t say anything when you joined her.

after a long silence, she whispered, “i didn’t mean to hurt you. it’s just i don’t know how to care about things without feeling like i’ll mess them up.”

you looked at her, her face shadowed and small in the candlelight.

“you haven’t messed this up yet.”

she swallowed hard. “give me time.”

you reached for her hand. she let you.

the first time she kissed you, it wasn’t dramatic. just a quiet moment in your kitchen after a long day, her fingers sticky with powdered sugar and her eyes full of something like regret.

she pulled away too fast.

“i’m not good at this.”

you kissed her again. slower this time.

“i am.”

now?

she still pretends she’s above small towns. still walks too fast and drinks coffee too bitter. but her coat’s always on the hook by your door now. her name’s quietly listed as a “silent partner” on your new permit.

and when she thinks you’re not looking, she smiles at your chalkboard doodles like they’re art.

sophia laforteza once tried to shut down your life.

now she spends every night helping you close up shop.

and every morning telling you your pie is “tolerable” while stealing a second slice.

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a/n: i’ve been working on this since 12 am, i’m starting to think that i’m spoiling you guys too much🤔

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kumkaniudaku · 1 month ago

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Five Minutes

Summary: Terry and Patrice are in a race against the clock.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Word Count: 2,082

Warnings: Mature Content, Suggestive Situations (18+)

"Knock knock."

A cheery voice accompanying two raps against Patrice's half-open bedroom door paused a conversation between the teenagers sprawled across different pieces of furniture a respectable distance apart.

Rosalyn stepped fully into the room with a warm smile to greet Terry again and turn her attention to her daughter. "I gotta step out for a moment. Junior walked out of the house without his wallet again, and I need to run it down the street before he goes to the trampoline park for Bryson's birthday party with Walter. It'll only be a few minutes."

Both ladies knew her announcement was less of a need-to-know piece of information and more of a warning – a coded message to keep things well within the rules or face the consequences if detected. Terry sat confused in his favorite bean bag, wondering whether this was his cue to pack up and leave or wait for further instruction. He chose the latter.

"Okay," Patrice answered without much pomp and circumstance. "Is there leftover pizza for us to split?"

"I don't think so. Your brother and daddy played clean-up crew this morning. When I get back, we can order Chinese."

Another riddle only Patrice could decipher. No, I'm not extending my trip. We'll all leave together before I do something that crazy. Patrice heard the words in her head loud and clear.

She nodded her understanding. "Alright," she answered with an almost too cheery smile. "I'll look at the menu on the fridge and pick some stuff."

"You staying for dinner, Terry?"

For a moment, Terry was convinced he didn't exist. Many conversations conducted around him between the women in his own home had been enough to teach him to stay out of what he wasn't invited to. With an official call for his participation, Terry straightened up to answer.

"Yes, ma'am," he responded, trying not to seem nervous. Not enough for detection, at least. "I told my mama I'd be here until around 8 o'clock, so if it's okay with y'all, I want to stay."

Terry's heart raced wildly in his chest as if he were being interrogated by the FBI. Could Rosalyn smell his nervousness? Could she sense the mix of excitement and danger signals coursing through his blood?

For a moment, she seemed to linger on his twitching smile. But then the flash of what he was sure was only a mirage disappeared. Rosalyn smiled like she always did when Terry showed off the manners his parents made sure he possessed wherever he went. "It's always okay, sweetheart." She turned her attention to Patrice. "I'll be back. Ten minutes, tops. You know how Belinda likes to talk."

"Yes, ma'am." Maybe that one was too sweet. Patrice had half a mind to try and clean up her assumed mess but remained mum until her mother was out of the room and audibly pulling her keys from the console table beside the front door.

Patrice and Terry eyed each other like two wild cats waiting for an opportunity to pounce on unsuspecting prey while waiting for Rosalyn to open, close, and lock the last barrier between them and a few minutes of privacy.

Alone. They'd been in this state a few times before. Short spurts of time without the quiet simmer of bedding teenage hormones were always platonic, innocent affairs with nothing much to worry about outside of a silly argument quickly put to bed once someone giggled while trying to make a needless point.

Yesterday, however, was yesterday. Today was brand new and full of additional physical possibilities.

Together, Terry and Patrice listened to the car's engine start, warm up, and grow silent as the vehicle disappeared the short distance to the next street over. The moment's gravity sat in the room like an invisible third visitor, then ducked for cover once Terry bounded from his spot to meet Patrice's outstretched arms, waiting to wrap around his shoulders and pull his body onto the bed.

Excited lips and tongues took full advantage of an opportunity to explore uninhibited, pressing kisses and leaving well-times licks to satisfy intense cravings for the other. The need for air became secondary to the need to make out like maniacs starved of physical affection.

Terry took the initiative to adjust their tangled mess of legs and arms, leaving Patrice's hands pressed against his cheeks while he held her by the waist to guide them against the soft duvet, inviting a horizontal display of affection.

Breathless panting and the light smack of young lips doing the only thing they could think to do with newfound freedom eclipsed the movie watching them toe the line from the background.

Patrice took a break from the action to sigh, "I love you," with Terry's tongue licking around the constant thump, thump, thump of her pulse on her neck. A soft whimper slipped from her lips. "That feels so…so good."

"You sound pretty when you do that. Keep talking to me." Terry's rational mind had long left the building, likely in the backseat waiting for Rosalyn to return to a car still running in another driveway. Only thoughts of Patrice existed in the confines of a near-empty head. He wanted to feel her skin beneath his rough fingertips and taste the flavored lip gloss he'd been feening for since the last time they kissed after school. He wanted to hear her say his name and giggle when he blew raspberries on her cheeks. He wanted to feel that rush of energy elsewhere in his body and allow the dull ache of wanting to fuel private fantasies until they met again. He'd received all that and more with his hands playing a game of 'will they or won't they' at the waistband of her leggings.

Pushing him by the back of the neck as a request to maintain the light suction on her collarbone, Patrice offered a green light to proceed. "You can do it."

"You sure," he questioned, finally pulling away to look at Patrice for reassurance. "I don't have to, and don't feel like I'm makin' you. This is fine."

Sure, it was fine. Weeks of internet research and girl talk had led Patrice to the absolute conclusion that touching and being touched were the keys to unlocking all of life's possibilities. In a perfect world, they'd have the whole day to experiment. She'd seen the infographics in Cosmo and Ebony, read all the message boards on websites meant to teach young girls about their bodies, and seen enough rom-coms without supervision for a general sense of how things were meant to go. All Patrice needed was the time and space to practice. While time wasn't currently on her side, she had ample space.

"It's fine," Patrice reassured Terry. No dice. He slowly moved his hands back to a neutral zone, prepared to stop the gradual march of blood to his lower extremity and return to what was expected of their behavior when Rosalyn left the house. But Patrice wouldn't be deterred.

A firm push to Terry's shoulder helped convince him onto his back, leaving his lap wide open for Patrice to straddle the spot that needed no introduction. A quiet groan escaped Terry's parted lips when body parts tingling from the newness of touch met in the middle through thin athletic shorts. He anchored his hands on her hips again, looking up at her with hazel and green puppy dog eyes and praying for the strength to remain respectful.

Gripping his wrists, Patrice pushed Terry's hands to the curve of her behind before pressing his fingers into the pliant flesh. "It's okay, Terry. I promise."

This time, Terry couldn't find the words to object. And, even if they were available somewhere on the tip of his tongue, they'd lost the battle to fingers eager to massage what he knew would one day be his favorite place to see sans clothing.

Enthusiastic kissing soon resumed more fervent than before. Tongues danced an uncoordinated tango neither of them knew to feel ashamed about. Patrice braced her hands on Terry's chest to keep from sneaking them underneath the shirt keeping her sliver of midriff from abs growing more defined by the day.

Three minutes. Or something like that. Both of them were losing track of time in favor of recreating something they'd seen on television at least one hundred times. What they'd seen less of, though, was the involuntary grind Patrice had started to satisfy the newfound sensation between her legs.

Terry froze entirely, unsure of how to proceed, but knowing that what Patrice was doing had awakened something new within him. She continued slow revolutions of her clothed center against him, reveling in the friction and trying to connect the mind to the body.

"Damn," Terry whispered when the breath in his body returned and demanded release all at once. "D'you wanna stop?"

Patrice shook her head with her lip trapped beneath her top row of teeth. "Mm-mm."

"Okay. I don't…I don't… want you to stop, either."

Sixty seconds in heaven felt long enough for two eighteen-year-olds experiencing the most prolonged touching either of them had ever experienced. Hands kneading thighs and backside returned to their earlier deep sea dive beneath black cotton and took the plunge without hesitation.

Unfamiliar feelings crept up their young spines and tickled the base of their necks, transmuting messages of love and intimacy into brains possibly too young to understand the consequences of premature sex. No matter, though. They wouldn't listen even if they could turn the knowledge of how babies are made, and bonds are formed into something tangible. This type of carrying on was more fun than all that other mumbo jumbo.

Four minutes. Or maybe five. Six? The number was immaterial to the sudden jolt caused by CeCe Winans' voice growing louder and clearer in the driveway before an abrupt ending. Time was up. Terry knew it before Patrice could piece together information and tossed her to the side in a rush to the bathroom down the hallway, hoping his hands were enough to conceal his now very noticeable problem.

Patrice pushed the fuzz from her brain long enough to quickly adjust her clothing, wipe the mess of lip gloss from her face, and sprint into the kitchen to act as naturally as possible. Her bottom hit the worn cushion in her assigned seat at the kitchen table just as Rosalyn's keys jiggled in the deadbolt lock. A deep breath was the only hope she had left for the heart rate to even and for her hands to stop trembling long enough to keep the Lucky China #9 menu steady while she pretended to seriously consider dinner options.

The tune of some song Patrice should've known from repeated listens entered the house before Rosalyn, carrying through the foyer and into the kitchen as a final reminder to calm down. A Half-hearted examination of Mongolian beef and sesame chicken combos read to a pre-occupied mother as her only daughter following directions with no sign of trouble afoot.

"Where's Terry," Rosalyn asked on her way into the kitchen.

Patrice nodded toward the hallway. "In the bathroom, I think. At least he has been for the last minute or so." Rosalyn opened her mouth to inquire further, having heard no such sign but stopped short when the toilet flushed in the distance. Patrice tried to mask her relief and shrugged. "See?"

"I hope he's feeling alright. This greasy behind food won't help him if he isn't. You know what you want? I need to call before your daddy gets back so he has food on the table." Satisfied with a charade she could've easily seen through with a few more questions, Rosalyn began a search for her always missing cellphone, fully releasing Patrice her moment in the spotlight.

Terry's lanky body soon appeared in the hallway's threshold in better shape to peer around the corner and check the temperature. Patrice sent him a cautionary glance before inconspicuously waving him over to join in on a conversation neither of them could focus on. Visions of what could happen with ten or fifteen minutes alone followed them into a lively dinner with two adults wholly unaware of the treasure trove of information unlocked in their home.

Without a word spoken, Terry and Patrice eyed each other from across the table, speaking their own coded language telepathically communicated in sly glances and smiles. That was fun. Consequences avoided. See you next time?

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mistyshane30 · 3 months ago

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You Were Never Mine to Lose (Chapter 5)

Synopsis: A beach day turns into playful chaos—volleyball, sun-kissed laughter, and unexpected moments that leave you more breathless than the game itself. But as the night falls over Malibu, you can’t shake the feeling that something about today feels different.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: Mild sexual tension, Unresolved emotions, Mentions of alcohol consumption, Mild language, Physical injury

Another day in Malibu.

You wake up earlier than expected, the dull throb of a hangover making its presence known behind your eyes. With a groan, you bury your face into the pillow, regretting those extra drinks from last night. The taste of alcohol lingers faintly, and your body feels sluggish. Still, despite the headache, there’s a small silver lining—you and Agatha are finally on good terms again. The tension that had loomed over the past couple of days seems to have lifted, if only slightly.

After mustering enough willpower to leave the comfort of your bed, you go through your usual morning routine—splashing cold water on your face, brushing your teeth, and throwing on something light while heading down for breakfast. The smell of coffee helps, though your appetite isn’t quite there yet. You settle for something small and hydrating, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly as you eat.

As you scroll through your phone, a notification from the group chat grabs your attention.

Coven Group Chat

Jen: "Since our beach day didn’t happen the other day, it’s happening THIS morning. No excuses."

You take a sip of your drink, already knowing where this is going. Before you can type a response, another message pops up.

Jen: "Also, two-piece bikinis ONLY. It’s for the photos. No cover-ups during the shoot, ladies 😘."

Your eyebrows shoot up. Again?

The reactions roll in almost immediately.

Alice: "Excuse me, dictatorship much? What if I wanna wear a T-shirt and shorts like a respectable citizen?"

Lilia: "I have a one-piece, does that count???"

Wanda: "Ugh, fine. But if anyone forces me to take off my sarong, I’m leaving the country."

Jen: "Wanda, we both know you have a whole collection of bikinis that you pretend not to own. Just wear one."

Wanda: "Blocked."

You chuckle at the ongoing banter, but before you can chime in, another message pops up.

Agatha: "Does anyone have sunscreen? I forgot to bring one."

You smirk, fingers flying across your screen.

You: "Tsk, tsk. Governor Harkness forgetting sunscreen? Tragic. And here I thought you were supposed to be responsible."

Agatha: "Oh, shut up. Just let me borrow some."

You: "Say please. 😌"

Agatha: "No."

You: "Then burn. ☀️🔥"

Agatha: "I hope a seagull steals your sunglasses."

Alice: "LMAOOO not the seagull curse 💀."

Jen: "Enough flirting, you two."

Your eyes widen slightly, and before you can protest, Wanda adds—

Wanda: "Yeah, just get married already."

You: "HELLO??? BLOCKED. REPORTED. UNSENT."

Agatha: "Literally gagging. You’re all insufferable."

Lilia: "Just admit it, you two are so divorced-coded."

Agatha: "Can’t be divorced if we were never married."

Alice: "Enemies to lovers arc when?"

You groan, deciding to ignore the chat before it gets worse. Jen finally swoops in to wrap things up.

Jen: "ANYWAY. Cabana. One hour. No latecomers."

Before you close the chat, you sigh and type—

You: "Fine, Agatha, I’ll let you borrow mine. But if you don’t return it, I’m suing."

Agatha: "Yeah, yeah. Put it in my tab."

You shake your head with a small smirk.

With that, you set your phone down and stretch, finally dragging yourself toward your luggage. Time to pick out something to wear.

Rummaging through your packed clothes, your eyes land on a deep purple wrap-around string bikini top with matching string bikini bottoms. The color is rich, the design tasteful yet undeniably bold. You hesitate for only a moment before deciding, Screw it. If we’re doing this again, I might as well go all in.

You slip into the bikini, adjusting the ties securely before layering a sheer black kimono over it. The delicate fabric flows with every movement, adding an effortless elegance to the look. To complete the ensemble, you grab your Bvlgari Serpenti BV40009U 33F Gold Sunglasses, a wide-brimmed beach hat for extra sun protection, and a pair of comfortable beach sandals.

Before heading out, you toss a few essentials into your tote bag—your phone, a towel, and, of course, the sunscreen Agatha so carelessly forgot.

With one final glance in the mirror, a smirk tugs at your lips.

You look hotter than the sun.

As you step onto the warm sand, the salty ocean breeze greets you, tousling your hair beneath your wide-brimmed hat. The sun is already climbing higher, casting a golden glow over the beach. Your sunglasses shield your eyes as you scan the shoreline, searching for the group.

Your gaze lands on a cabana near the water, where Jen, Lilia, and Alice lounge comfortably. They’re deep in conversation, laughing about something when Alice suddenly notices you approaching. Her eyes widen as she nudges Jen and Lilia with her elbow.

“Oh. My. God,” Alice gasps dramatically, sitting up straighter. “Would you look at that? Malibu’s about to catch fire.”

Jen turns her head, following Alice’s gaze, and when she sees you, she lets out a low whistle. “Damn, Y/N,” she grins, taking a sip from her coconut drink. “If I wasn’t getting married, I’d smash. No hesitation.”

Lilia laughs, adjusting her sun hat. “Same. I mean, I’m already questioning things.”

You roll your eyes but smirk as you reach them, tossing your tote bag onto a lounge chair. “Wow, what an honor,” you tease, adjusting your sheer black kimono. “Should I be flattered or slightly concerned?”

“Definitely flattered,” Jen winks. “We’re just appreciating the art, babe.”

Alice nods approvingly. “You look hotter than the sun right now. We might have to keep you under the shade before someone faints.”

You chuckle and glance at them. “Oh please, you guys look stunning yourselves,” you say, gesturing to their beach outfits.

Jen twirls her sunglasses between her fingers. “Yeah, yeah, but we’re used to it,” she says playfully. “Now, where’s the rest of the gang? Especially Agatha? I need to see if she actually followed the two-piece dress code.”

Lilia grins. “Or if she’s going full ‘governor mode’ with a whole-ass wetsuit.”

You snicker at the thought and glance toward the resort path, wondering when the two will show up.

You sat on one of the cabana chairs across from Lilia, stretching out your legs as the sun warmed your skin. The soft sound of waves crashing mixed with the faint chatter from nearby beachgoers, creating a relaxing atmosphere. Lilia adjusted her sunhat, sipping on her iced drink before looking over at you with a smirk.

"So... feeling refreshed after last night’s little adventure?" she teased, wiggling her brows.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the amused scoff that left your lips. "If by refreshed you mean mildly hungover, then yeah, sure."

Alice chuckled, leaning back on her chair. "At least you didn’t have to carry Wanda back to the villa. That girl gets way too affectionate when she’s tipsy. I think she tried to marry Jen at some point."

Jen, lounging beside Alice, grinned. "Hey, don’t blame her. I am a catch, after all. But too bad, I’m off the market."

The conversation flowed easily between you, filled with laughter and teasing as you all waited. The cabana provided some shade, but the heat was already creeping in, making you glad you had worn something breezy.

After some time, you heard approaching footsteps behind you. Before you could turn around, a hand lightly touched your shoulder.

"Morning," a familiar voice spoke.

You glanced up, finding Agatha standing beside you, the sun casting a glow over her figure. She was wearing a nautical blue and white floral O-ring swimsuit—a triangle halter top that accentuated her collarbones, high-waist bikini bottoms with sexy cutouts on both sides and a sarong. The effortless confidence she carried made you momentarily forget how to function.

Agatha glanced around before asking, "Where's Wanda?"

Lilia stretched her arms. "No clue. Probably on her way, maybe getting lost in the resort again."

Jen laughed. "Or flirting with the bartender from last night."

As they spoke, your gaze involuntarily traveled back to Agatha, taking in the way the bikini fit her perfectly. You quickly snapped out of it when Agatha turned toward you, arching an eyebrow as if she had caught you staring. Panicking slightly, you averted your gaze and cleared your throat.

"Uh, nice bikini," you muttered, intending to sound casual. Instead, it came out as more of a teasing remark. "Did you finally give up on covering up all the time?"

Agatha smirked, tapping your shoulder. "Don’t get used to it."

Before you could respond, she tilted her head. "By the way, you did bring the sunscreen, right?"

You reached into your tote bag with a smirk, pulling out the sunscreen. "Obviously. Someone has to be responsible."

Agatha shrugged, taking the bottle from you. "Not all of us have our lives together."

Alice snickered. "That’s a first. I thought governors had to be prepared for everything."

"I am," Agatha said, unscrewing the cap. "Just not for the sun apparently."

She walked over to sit beside Alice, squeezing sunscreen onto her palm before rubbing it over her arms, neck, and shoulders. You tried not to watch, but behind your sunglasses, it was impossible not to. Your gaze drifted lower as she smoothed the lotion over her legs, taking her time to make sure she was fully covered.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like the sun got a little hotter.

A few minutes later, Agatha stood and walked back toward you, holding out the bottle. "Here, thanks."

You shook your head. "Keep it. I have another one anyway."

She hesitated for a second before giving you a small nod. "Appreciate it."

With that, she returned to her seat, and you exhaled, willing yourself to think of something—anything—other than how good she looked.

And just like that, the wait for Wanda continued.

After a few more minutes, Wanda finally arrived, slightly out of breath. You smirked, crossing your arms. "Wow, look who decided to join us. Got lost on the way or just fashionably late?"

Wanda huffed, flipping her damp hair over her shoulder. "I have a very valid reason."

Lilia raised a brow. "Oh, this should be good."

"I forgot my sunscreen and had to beg the front desk for one," Wanda admitted with a sheepish grin.

Jen rolled her eyes but waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever, you’re here now. That’s what matters. And since you made it, we can finally get this beach volleyball match going."

Alice gestured toward the net in front of the cabana. "That’s why it’s here. You didn’t think it was just for the aesthetic, did you?"

Wanda groaned. "Do we really have to? What if we just... tan and drink cocktails instead?"

"Nope!" Jen clapped her hands together. "Teams are set. Wanda, Lilia, and Alice versus me, Agatha, and Y/N. Let’s do this!"

With that, everyone stretched, tying their hair up in preparation. Sand shifted underfoot as each team took their respective sides, a competitive glint in their eyes.

Lilia stepped up first, tossing the ball in the air before serving it with a sharp hit over the net. You shifted into position, eyes locked on the ball.

Game on.

The game quickly heated up, each team refusing to back down. The ball flew back and forth over the net, sand kicking up with every swift movement. Sweat glistened under the sun as everyone gave it their all.

At one intense moment, Wanda spiked the ball hard, aiming straight for your team’s side. Agatha leaped up to block it, and at the same time, you lunged forward to do the exact same thing. Neither of you noticed the other’s movement until it was too late.

Bodies collided mid-air, and before you knew it, you were tumbling onto the sand. Hard.

You landed on your back with a thud, the impact jarring your head slightly. Agatha, having lost her balance in the chaos, fell right on top of you.

For a moment, everything stilled.

Your eyes snapped shut as you winced, a dull ache forming at the back of your head. The weight pressing down on you wasn’t helping either.

“Hey, are you okay?” Agatha’s voice was close—too close.

You blinked your eyes open, only to find yourself staring directly into hers. The proximity sent a jolt through your system, and for a brief second, neither of you moved. You swore you heard her breath hitch.

Then Jen’s voice cut through the moment. “Damn, that was a fall! You guys alright?”

Agatha blinked rapidly before pushing herself up, standing first. She hesitated for a split second before offering you her hand. You took it, letting her help you up before you both walked back to the cabana to sit down.

The rest of the group quickly followed.

Jen gestured toward Wanda and Alice. “Go grab some ice packs for Y/N’s head.”

They hurried off, returning a few minutes later with an ice pack, which they handed to you. You pressed it against the sore spot, sighing in relief. “Thanks.”

Agatha, sitting beside you, looked more worried than the others. Or maybe you were just imagining it. You had a tendency to overthink things when it came to her.

“You sure it’s not that bad?” she asked, voice quieter now.

You forced a small smile. “It’s bearable. I’ll live.”

The group let out relieved sighs, making sure you weren’t feeling dizzy or nauseous. You reassured them that it was just a bump.

After a few minutes of resting, you stretched and stood up. “I think I could really use some relaxation after that.”

Jen perked up. “Speaking of relaxation—we’re hitting the spa after lunch.”

Excited murmurs spread through the group, and you couldn’t help but grin. Wanda, however, groaned. “Can we eat first? I’m starving.”

Jen chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. But first—group photo for memory’s sake.”

“Oh, come on,” Wanda whined. “Can’t we just take a picture of the food instead?”

Lilia smirked. “Nope. You’re in it, Maximoff. No excuses.”

Alice playfully nudged you. “You better not make a weird face in this one. Last time, you looked like you were mid-sneeze.”

You rolled your eyes. “That was one time.”

Agatha adjusted her sunglasses and deadpanned, “And yet, it haunts me to this day.”

Groans and laughs mixed together, but everyone still posed anyway. Even if they wouldn’t admit it, this was a moment they wanted to remember.

Lunch at Nobu Malibu was nothing short of a spectacle—the sun shining down on the ocean, the faint sound of waves in the background, and a table full of laughter, teasing, and incredible food. The best part? You were all still in your bikinis, completely unfazed by the upscale setting.

Agatha sat directly across from you, eating her sushi with a grace that somehow made even a simple act like that look elegant. She sipped her wine slowly, the deep red of the liquid contrasting with the soft pink tint on her lips. You swore you could feel her gaze lingering when you weren’t looking, but every time you glanced up, she seemed entirely focused on her meal. Maybe it was just your imagination. Or maybe that fall during volleyball really did something to your head. Yeah. You probably needed an MRI, ASAP.

Deciding to ignore whatever weird feeling was creeping up inside you, you turned to the group, changing the topic. "So, about that volleyball game… I gotta say, Wanda, that spike was lethal. Almost took my head off."

Wanda smirked, twirling her chopsticks between her fingers. "Hey, all's fair in beach volleyball."

You turned to Alice next. "And Alice, your blocking was insane. It was like trying to get past a damn wall."

Alice grinned, giving a mock bow. "Years of dealing with my annoying brothers. Had to learn defense somehow."

"And Lilia, I don’t know how you kept diving for those saves, but respect," you continued. "You were all over the place."

Lilia flipped her hair dramatically. "What can I say? Some people were born to be effortlessly athletic."

You rolled your eyes before shifting your attention to Jen. "And then there’s our fearless leader, practically coaching us like this was the Olympics."

Jen laughed, raising her glass. "Hey, I take my team sports seriously. Someone had to keep you and Agatha from killing each other."

That earned a round of laughter from the group, and you smirked before turning your attention to Agatha. "Speaking of which—Mrs. Governor over here played like she had a national championship on the line. I swear, even I, her own teammate, was getting taken out in the crossfire."

The table erupted into laughter again, heads shaking in agreement.

Agatha, however, wasn’t one to take a hit without throwing one back. She leaned forward slightly, placing her glass down with an amused smirk. "Not my fault you kept getting in the way," she shot back. "I clearly had the ball if you hadn’t decided to throw yourself into my path like a human obstacle."

You scoffed. "Excuse me? I almost had the ball if you had just let me hit it instead of charging forward when your station was literally behind me." You pointed at her accusingly. "You were supposed to cover my back, not bulldoze into me."

Agatha raised a brow, her smirk widening. "Oh, so now you’re blaming me for your bad positioning?"

Your mouth dropped open as the group "Ooooh’d" in unison. "Bad positioning?! I was right where I was supposed to be! You were the one breaking formation!"

"Formation?" Agatha let out a laugh. "What is this, a military operation?"

The playful bickering continued, both of you leaning into the argument like you were in your own little world. The group watched in amusement as your voices overlapped, neither of you willing to back down. It was just like always—sharp remarks, teasing comebacks, and an underlying tension neither of you were willing to address.

Before the back-and-forth could escalate further, a waiter arrived at the table, placing a beautifully plated dessert in the center. The interruption pulled you both out of the moment, and you took the chance to get one last jab in.

"See? Even the waiter thinks we need to cool off," you teased, sitting back with a smug expression.

Agatha rolled her eyes, choosing not to respond, and instead picked up her wine glass again. But the way she exhaled through her nose—almost like a quiet laugh—didn’t go unnoticed.

The group, of course, wasn’t about to let this go. Jen smirked, shaking her head. "It’s funny how you two were all chummy last night, and now here you are, back to fighting like an old married couple."

Wanda grinned. "Yep. Classic."

You and Agatha both scoffed at the same time. "Please," you both muttered in unison.

That only made the group laugh harder.

Shrugging off their comments, you focused on the dessert in front of you, pretending not to notice the way Agatha’s lips quirked up slightly as she took another sip of her wine.

Yeah. Definitely an MRI.

After lunch, you and the group headed to the exclusive spa that Jen had raved about. Still in your bikinis—because why not?—you followed her inside, immediately greeted by the calming aroma of scented candles. The spacious reception area exuded tranquility, with soft instrumental music playing in the background and a hint of eucalyptus in the air.

Jen approached the receptionist, confirming the reservation while the rest of you took in the serene ambiance.

“This place is fancy as hell,” Wanda murmured, eyeing the luxurious decor.

“Right? I feel relaxed just standing here,” Lilia added, stretching her arms over her head.

The receptionist, a polished-looking woman with a warm smile, gestured for you all to follow her. “Welcome, ladies. We have your private area prepared. Let me show you to the locker room, where you can store your belongings and change into spa robes and sandals.”

She led you through a softly lit hallway to the locker room, where wooden lockers lined the walls, each with a neatly folded plush robe inside. As you placed your belongings inside, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Agatha, who was undoing the knot of her sarong. She caught your gaze briefly, but you quickly looked away, pretending to be focused on tying the sash of your robe.

With everyone changed, the receptionist guided you to your private spa space. As you stepped in, the setting was breathtaking—private cabanas with sheer curtains swayed in the breeze, lounge beds surrounded a tranquil Zen Garden with delicate water features, and a collection of heated massage tables were set up under a shaded pavilion. Private hot spring pools shimmered in the sunlight, and cozy hot tubs nestled in secluded corners offered a stunning oceanfront view.

“Holy shit,” Alice breathed out. “This is paradise.”

Jen grinned. “Told you it was worth it.”

The receptionist gestured toward a small refreshment table adorned with complementary drinks and a charcuterie board. “Please make yourselves comfortable. If you need anything, just ring the service bell.”

As she left, the group decided on their treatments.

“I’m getting the stone massage,” Jen announced. “I need every single one of my muscles realigned.”

“Same here,” Lilia agreed. “I’m practically made of knots at this point.”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully. “I think I’ll go for the Thai hot oil massage.”

“Me too,” you chimed in. “I need some serious tension release after that volleyball game.”

Alice turned to Agatha. “What about you?”

Agatha shrugged, already eyeing the steaming hot tub. “I think I’ll just soak for a while.”

Alice smirked. “Hot tub it is, then.”

With decisions made, everyone dispersed to their chosen relaxation spots. You watched as Agatha casually undid her robe, revealing her bikini again before stepping into the hot tub. She sank into the bubbling water with a content sigh, choosing a seat that directly faced where you stood.

Alice followed suit, settling in with her back turned toward you, chatting idly with Agatha. Your eyes, however, lingered on the governor a second too long.

She must have sensed it because her gaze flickered toward you. The moment your eyes met, you quickly looked away, pretending to adjust your robe as if you hadn’t just been blatantly staring. Your heart thumped slightly, but you ignored it.

Shaking off whatever weird feeling was creeping up, you removed your robe and laid down on the heated massage table. The masseuse approached, her voice soft as she asked if you were comfortable before beginning.

As soon as her hands started kneading your muscles, a deep sigh escaped you. The combination of the warm table and skilled hands working out the tension in your body sent you into a state of bliss. The distant sound of waves crashing, soft conversations from your friends, and the occasional hum of relaxation surrounded you.

You felt your limbs grow heavier, your breathing slowing. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought about Agatha, about the way she had been watching you—or maybe that was just in your head. Either way, the warmth of the massage lulled you deeper into relaxation, and before you knew it, your thoughts faded into nothingness as sleep overtook you.

You wake up, groggy and disoriented, unsure of how long you’ve been asleep. The warmth from the massage table still lingers against your skin, and for a moment, you just lay there, letting the soft hum of ocean waves and faint instrumental music from the spa speakers ground you.

Turning your head to the side, you find Wanda beside you, still fast asleep. Her face is buried in the cushioned table, her arms hanging lazily off the sides. A small snore escapes her lips, making you stifle a chuckle. Classic Wanda.

Slowly, you push yourself up into a sitting position, stretching out your stiff muscles. Your eyes wander across the spa space, taking in the serene atmosphere. The scent of essential oils and scented candles still lingers in the air, making it feel like you’re wrapped in a cocoon of tranquility.

Your gaze instinctively searches for Agatha. But she’s nowhere to be found.

Alice, on the other hand, is sitting comfortably in a massage chair, her head tilted back, face covered in a thick mud mask with two cucumber slices placed neatly over her closed eyes. She looks ridiculously peaceful, and you briefly consider taking a picture as blackmail material for later. You smirk to yourself but let her be.

Jen and Lilia are stretched out on their respective massage tables, talking in hushed voices. Jen glances over at you and smirks. “Look who finally decided to wake up.”

You run a hand through your hair and groan lightly. “How long was I out?”

Lilia checks the time on her smartwatch. “I’d say… at least an hour.”

You blink in surprise. “An hour?”

Jen chuckles. “Yup. Out cold. The masseuse even had to check if you were still breathing.”

You scoff. “Very funny.”

Lilia shrugs playfully. “Can you blame us? You looked like you melted into that table.”

You roll your eyes, but your mind drifts back to Agatha. She was here earlier, wasn’t she? You remember her sitting in the hot tub with Alice. But now she’s gone.

Trying to sound nonchalant, you ask, “Where’s Agatha?”

Jen raises a brow, an amused glint in her eyes, but she doesn’t comment on the specific way you asked that question. Instead, she nods toward the spa’s exit. “She left about fifteen minutes ago. Said she needed some fresh air.”

“Fresh air?” you echo, frowning slightly.

Lilia props herself up on her elbows. “Yeah, she just got up and walked off. Seemed kinda… I don’t know. Lost in thought?”

You hum in response, feeling an odd pull in your chest. Agatha, lost in thought? That’s not surprising, but still… something about it makes you curious.

Before you can dwell on it too much, Wanda stirs beside you, groaning dramatically. “Ugh… did I die?” she mumbles sleepily.

You laugh, pushing her shoulder lightly. “If you did, you’re still haunting us.”

She cracks one eye open. “Damn. Guess I’ll have to try harder next time.”

The group chuckles at her dramatics, and for a moment, the thought of Agatha slips to the back of your mind. But it lingers, faint and persistent, like an unfinished conversation waiting to be revisited.

You reach for a bottle of champagne on the small table beside you and pour yourself a glass, taking a slow sip. The coolness of the drink soothes your throat, but your mind is still elsewhere. Absentmindedly, you grab another glass and pour a second serving, an idea forming in your head.

“Where exactly did Agatha go?” you ask, already standing up and wrapping yourself in the plush spa robe.

Jen exchanges a knowing glance with Lilia before answering, “Probably the sauna. It’s outside, past the garden area.”

You nod. “Got it.”

With the second glass in hand, you step away from the group and make your way toward the sauna section, the warm wooden scent hitting you as you push open the door leading outside.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally find the sauna section. The warm, steamy air seeps through the wooden door frames as you approach. You start knocking on each private sauna room, waiting for a response. On the third try, you hear a familiar voice.

"Occupied," Agatha calls out, sounding completely uninterested.

You smirk to yourself. "It’s me."

There’s a brief silence before the door creaks open slightly, revealing Agatha’s flushed face, strands of her damp hair sticking to her forehead. She raises an eyebrow but steps aside to let you in. You walk inside and settle onto the wooden bench, handing her the extra glass of champagne you brought. She takes it with a nod of thanks, her fingers brushing lightly against yours as she does.

"Champagne in a sauna? How luxurious," she muses before taking a slow sip.

You sip your own drink, then glance at her with an amused grin. "First the hot tub, now the sauna. Are you trying to give yourself heat stroke?"

Agatha scoffs, tilting her head slightly. "I can handle a little heat. Unlike someone who melted into a massage table for an hour."

You roll your eyes. "It was relaxing. Sue me."

The familiar banter carries on, teasing remarks and quick-witted comebacks exchanged between sips of champagne. Agatha smirks after a particularly sharp remark from you, shaking her head as she leans back against the wooden bench. "You're impossible," she mutters, though there’s no real bite in her words.

"And yet, here you are. Stuck with me," you quip, taking another sip of your drink.

Agatha exhales a quiet chuckle, swirling the champagne in her glass before taking a slow, deliberate sip. But eventually, the playful exchange fades into a comfortable silence. The heat of the sauna wraps around you both, heavy and soothing. You close your eyes, letting it seep into your muscles, easing away the tension of the day. You take another slow sip, savoring the bubbles as they tingle against your tongue, the warmth of the alcohol mixing with the heat of the room.

When you finally open your eyes again, you catch Agatha staring at you.

She looks away immediately, feigning disinterest as she takes another sip of her drink. But the way she avoided your gaze felt… deliberate. Like she had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

Is there something on my face? you wonder. Or am I just imagining things? There was something about her look that you couldn’t quite place. Something unreadable. It left you confused, but you shrug it off and finish your champagne, setting the glass down beside you.

As soon as you close your eyes again, you swear you can feel her gaze on you once more. Or maybe… maybe you’re just going crazy.

A few minutes pass, and just as you’re about to fully relax, you feel a gentle pat on your thigh. The unexpected touch makes your breath hitch. You open your eyes, finding Agatha leaning in slightly—close, but not too close. Her voice is low, almost intimate in the quiet space.

"I’m heading out," she says.

For a second, you don’t respond. You’re still caught off guard by the warmth of her touch, even though it was fleeting. You blink, quickly regaining composure as she pulls away and stands up. You grab your glass and rise to your feet as well, following her out of the sauna.

When you both return, the group is fully awake now. Alice has wiped off her mud mask, and Wanda is sitting up, chatting with Jen and Lilia while they sip on cocktails. The spa’s atmosphere is dim now, the sun lowering on the horizon, painting the space in deep shades of amber. You realize just how much time you’ve spent here.

The group enjoys a few more drinks together, the conversation flowing easily as laughter fills the air. Lilia leans back with a content sigh, swirling the last of her drink in her glass. "I swear, I could stay here forever."

Jen chuckles, stretching her arms. "As tempting as that sounds, we’ve got another packed day tomorrow."

Wanda groans dramatically. "Ugh, do we have to wake up early? Because I feel like I need twelve hours of sleep after today."

"Try not to be late tomorrow, okay?" you tease, giving her a pointed look over your drink.

Wanda scoffs, rolling her eyes. "No promises."

Alice laughs, nudging her. "If we have to drag you out of bed, we will."

Agatha, who had been mostly quiet, glances at you before finishing her drink. "I’d pay to see that."

With one last round of chuckles, you all finally decide it’s time to leave. You head back to the locker room, changing out of your robes and gathering your belongings. As you step outside, the cool evening breeze hits your skin, a refreshing contrast to the sauna’s heat.

The group lingers for a moment, standing in the glow of the resort’s lights, the sound of the ocean faint in the background.

"Alright, see you all tomorrow," Jen says, smiling warmly. "And get some rest!"

With that, everyone parts ways, heading back to their respective villas, the night settling in over the resort.

After returning to your villa, you let out a deep sigh, feeling the exhaustion settle in after the long day. The first thing you do is take a shower, letting the warm water soothe your muscles. As the steam fills the bathroom, you try to shake off the lingering thoughts that have been swirling in your mind—especially the ones about Agatha.

Once you’re freshened up, you throw on a comfortable robe and sit down for a quiet dinner. The villa is peaceful, the distant sound of ocean waves creating a soft background hum. You eat slowly, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly, checking a few messages and liking a couple of posts before setting it aside. But even as you try to focus on your meal, your thoughts keep drifting.

After dinner, you settle at your desk and open your laptop, clicking through emails from your secretary regarding work updates. There’s a report that needs your review, and a couple of inquiries from investors. You skim through them, typing out quick responses, but your heart isn’t really in it. You’re just going through the motions, trying to distract yourself.

Once you’re done, you shut the laptop and lean back in your chair, rubbing your temples. The day should have worn you out enough to knock you out instantly, yet sleep feels impossible. You grab your phone, scrolling through social media again—anything to occupy your mind. But no matter how many posts you see, nothing really registers.

Eventually, you sigh and place your phone down on the nightstand. You turn off the lights, nestling into bed, and close your eyes.

And yet… you can’t sleep.

You know exactly why.

Agatha.

There was something about her today. Something that made you feel... off. The way she looked at you, the way her eyes lingered just a little too long. Or maybe you were imagining it. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just you, overanalyzing things like you always do.

You groan quietly, turning onto your side.

Stop thinking about her. Just sleep.

You try to distract yourself, thinking about anything else—puppies, flowers, what you’ll eat for breakfast tomorrow. But your mind keeps drifting back to Agatha. Her voice, her teasing, the way she looked at you in the sauna… the way her breath hitched when your eyes locked after that fall during the volleyball game. The way you could sense her eyes on you at Nobu, lingering, watching, even as she sipped her wine—those moments weren’t nothing. Were they?

You let out a frustrated sigh, pulling the covers over your head. It’s going to be a long night.

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IS THIS TOO MUCH?

When Mingyu helps you up with your boxes, you don't think too much of it, really, but when he shows up in the hall with a kid in his arms - something changes.

✦ KIM MINGYU - f!reader

✦ Genre: neighboors-to-lovers, daddy!Mingyu (slightly), angsty (slighlty), smut (minors don't interact), a little bit of health problems, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this at home), reader has a few insecurities so keep that Mingyu.

✦ word count: 11k+

✦ Title inspired by Carly Ra Jepsen - Too much.

✦ Thea note: Mingyu is so boyfriend coded I want to punch a wall, lately been thinking about daddy!mingyu a lot and how that would look like, but also Mingyu is not an easy character I swear this was a struggle, but here it is - and of course, it has a pussy drunk mingyu scene. Also thanks again @ni-aaaaaaa for helping me with this one 🫶

Moving is hard. Moving places is hard. Moving places almost across the country is harder.

So here you are - struggling to hold the elevator and a load boxes, but then he arrives - a knight in shiny armor or just a fit guy in gym clothes and sweats.

"Do you need help with that?" he asks pointing to the boxes.

"Hi, hm -" You start, and you want to be the crazy strong independent lady who doesn't need help, you listened to Destiny Child for fuck sake, you can pay your bills and load your boxes on the goddamn elevator, but you are so freaking tired. It's the second round of boxes and you will probably need to do more and drive to hand over the moving truck, but all you need and truly want is to take a shower, get rid of the sweat, and lay down with arms and legs open on your bed like you are a starfish. But then you remember, did you pack the body soap in the backpack? Suitcase? Boxes n 03 with bathroom-related things? And the bed sheets? Fuck.

"Do you have more or?" The nice guy with strong arms and gym clothes asks already lifting the three boxes at once, putting them in the elevator and stepping in the elevator door and letting you in.

"I have a few more in the truck but-" You click on the fourth floor button.

"Oh" He says pointing at the button and at you. "We’re neighbors, nice. You’re probably in the Mrs Smith apartment, right? Lovely lady, it was nice that her daughter took her in after she moved." The guy continues and you don't quite follow but hey, he is already unloading and leaving the boxes at the 03 door so you gonna take all the help. "Do you want to put them in or do you want to pick up the other boxes on the truck?"

"You don't actually need to-" You ask trying to be a polite neighbor and not a pushover, but Mr. Nice Guy and nice arms cuts you off.

"Oh don't worry, I didn't do back or arms today, if I don't need to squat too much it's alright" He says, big smile gracing his face as he tilts his head and, oh god ,he is quite hot and he is just so nice and big all over and you’re way too tired so you don't want to take the last few boxes and do a fourth trip to the garage when you can do just two - maybe one if the nice guy with big arms lift more than you think in his everyday trip to the gym. So, you just accept, because he could do what your noodles arms could never: lift more the two boxes at once.

"Look,” You say tidying the boxes near your door because you are a good neighbor and you don't want someone to trip in the hall because of you. "I'm very grateful, and I drove for like, more than ten hours, so I'm taking all the help I can get. And I don't know your diet but I'm so buying pizza after this so if you want you can joy. Like paying for all your service with a half of pizza."

So that's how you end up with nice-guy-strong-arms-buff-chest in your new apartment and learn that his name is actually Kim Mingyu and that he’s a software engineer and that he mainly goes to the gym to see people otherwise he would not get out of the house because he works remotely. So you also give your resume-of-life talk that you worked on rehearsing in that ten hour drive - needed to change cities because working on research isn't easy, new PhD in town, works on gender studies, and has a side hustle with a nonprofit.

"Oh, so you are smart smart,” Mingyu replied with a mouth full of pizza, trying to wash it down with coke.

"Nah,” You reply in the same situation. "Dumb enough to go into humanities actually.”

"Hey! That's nothing wrong with humanities," He says. "Once I wanted to be an archeologist - that goes into humanities, right?"

"I don't really know, probably?"

And you and Mingyu guy don't really turn into friends per se - and that's mainly your fault. He’s easy going and always talks to you in the elevator or hall when you’re going to the university and he’s going to the gym. He tells you to knock on his door for a movie, tells you that you both can go to a coffee shop nearby, and tells you that he knows nice restaurants, but you never quite follow his ideas.

You could say that it was because of your routine. Kind of excruciating; you had a few classes to actually teach, research to plan and execute, and because you were the new one in the department, all the extra winter and summer courses to plan and teach was your obligation. Yey new job!

But the actual reason is that, yes, you are overloaded with your new job, and with the new city, and with new everything. So, when Mingyu asks you just can't bring yourself to actually do it. Part of you thinks he is just being nice, just trying to be friendly, he does have that kinda puppy energy going around him - too big, too excited, too much all over the place and knocking into everything. But part of you is scared that Mingyu nice-guy-all-over might be trying something with you that you can't actually handle right now.

Because sometimes you catch how Mingyu looks at you - eyes lingering.. And God, this works wonders to your self-esteem. Once, when you actually wore your gym clothes and he was in his jeans for a change, you could see him visibly gulping on the hallway. He asked why he never saw you at his gym, you answered the only way possible, you don't go to the gym, you are one of the runs at the park lunatics, and he said it was a pity really, maybe he can start running and going to the park.

Or that time when you had to go to a nice dinner - fundraising and meeting people was the worst part of the job, but hey, you needed the money and the funds to go around interviewing women in politics across the country, so you put the nicest black dress you had and a pair of high heels. And when you leave the house, you scream to the person in the elevator to wait and do the silliest run in those shoes and it was Mingyu – dressed joggers and hair ruffled, contrasting to your polished appearance. "Hot date?" he asked in a small voice head tilting to look at you because even with your highest heels, he was still taller. "I wish, work, and you?" You answered. "Bad day. Gonna pick up some beer." And you left the elevator just to see Mingyu ogling at your ass and getting flustered because of it.

So maybe when he asked you out you always brushed over, never actually said no. But you never said yes either. Because even though you were actually trying to handle all the other things in your life and a relationship did fall into the 'not-now-category' or in the 'probably-will-make-me-insane', you liked having Mingyu there, in the back of your mind, filling up your fantasies and what-ifs. It may be a bitch move, but it was what you could handle right now, because really, handling the new job, in a new city, basically friendless, and almost crying at your kitchen table, because one of the students needed a week extension and that alone was almost driving you insane.

So having Mingyu on the back of your mind was the only thing you could handle right now. Mingyu and his big hands, strong arms and his nice fucking smile, and oh god, he did smell good. Your mind could - and would - wonder when you both got together on that dumb elevator and how you want to climb him like a goddamn tree. And sometimes you let your mind wander and think how everything would go if you said yes. If you went to a nice restaurant, what would happen? Would everything go smoothly and you end up on his sheets? Or yours? How would it feel having Mingyu in your bed? You have all the questions and none of the answers.

So, when you see Mingyu with a mini-Mingyu at his side, arms full of bags, and struggling to close his kid’s coat, you get a little mind blown. You think a little and Mingyu never actually talked about having a son or a daughter you couldn't really tell, and then you blame yourself maybe he didn’t say anything because you never said yes. You never went to the nice restaurant or the coffee shop. And then it fucks you up a bit, because what else do you not know about him - maybe silly things like what is his favorite food? What movies does he like? What in his binge-watch list?

Did Mingyu get married? He’s probably divorced - you think - because you never saw that kid before so mini-Mingyu didn’t live with Big-Mingyu, and also you never saw a woman and you think that if Mingyu was married he would not be looking at your ass in every step of the way down to the garage - or at least you hope not. Oh god, you don’t want to be a homewrecker, but then again, Mingyu doesn’t look like the guy who would do that: hit on you if he was in a relationship. Then it dawns on you, maybe, maybe he was just being friendly.

Right?

But when Mingyu picks mini-Mingyu in his arms, still with too many bags and gives you a big, warm smile, you almost freeze.

“Hey,” He says clicking the elevator’s button. “Going to the Uni?” He asks as you go to his side, Mini-Gyu’s big eyes on your face - so you just give the little kid your best smile.

“Yep, one professor is out of town so I have a few extra classes this week to teach the kids the joy of classical sociology,” You say eyes leaving Mini-Gyu and actually going to Big-Gyu, and your mind gets fucked up a bit, because one, how do genes work? That kid is actually Mingyu's carbon copy and of course, you have not stepped in biology classes in a few years - but you are pretty sure that cloning is not yet allowed - maybe you should check it out in the ethics committee or something. Maybe Mingyu is committing some kind of crime.

“Nice,” And Mingyu finally looks at the kid who is still staring at you. “This is Minseok.” He says kind of rocking the kid up and down trying to adjust the begs on his shoulder. “Minseok and I are going to the park for a picnic date, aren't we, Minseok?” But Minseok doesn't actually answer, Minseok just hides his face on Mingyu’s shoulder, looking a little shy and you smile because he looks like he just got caught staring.

“Do you need help or?” You ask seeing how Mingyu continues to struggle.

“Nah, this little guy will just walk. He is just being shy he doesn’t know how to act in front of pretty girls,” And you can actually feel the pink in your cheeks and now you quite understand Minseok and the urge to hide. And maybe, maybe Mingyu is hitting on you in every damn elevator trip.

"Poor baby," You coo and you can actually see Mingyu's legs giving up a little and picking himself up. Minseok looks at you, hand closed in your direction, you give him an open palm and he shyly drops a little sticker. "Oh! Thank you very much," You say hand closing against your chest, analyzing the little Pikachu sticker.

"Oh god, I'm raising a womanizer," Mingyu says ruffling the kid’s hair. "Did you already feel in love with noona?" Mingyu asks Minseok and strokes his pink cheeks with his massive hands. You actually can't figure out Minseok's age, is he tiny? Or it is Mingyu that is bigger than the average person?

"I'm old enough to be his auntie, Mingyu." You say actually putting the little sticker in your bag. And for once you are the one that holds the elevator door for Mingyu and the scene looks so domestic that makes your heart clench a bit. You don’t even want a kid, you don’t even know if you are ready for it, but why does Mingyu with little Minseok in his arms make you feel jealous? Jealous of the person that you don’t even know, someone who doesn’t even have a face in your imagination.

"Nah, pretty girls are always noona," Mingyu says and you can feel how your cheeks are turning pink because you feel them hot.. "Anyway, good luck with the classes. We would actually invite you over for our little picnic date but I guess you’re a busy girl."

"You know the real professor is always on my ass, Mingyu." You say heading towards your car.

"Well," Mingyu says finally letting Minseok on the floor, Minseok’s hands tiny on Mingyu's and your heart kinda swells because it is a heart warming picture really. Because you know Mingyu is a fine ass man, with a nice personality paired with a mindblowing body, and he just looks like such a father with Minseok on his hand, well it didn't help that Minseok was the cutest kid you ever laid your eyes on, even though he looked a little shy, a little sad. "You know I am always free, so you can hit me up anytime."

So, when you are talking about how Marx and Weber see the society and the conflicts in it you can't quite stop thinking about Mingyu and Minseok and you could actually cry.

Cry, because you somehow, even with all that Mingyu said to you and all the little flirtatious jabs going on you feel like you lost an opportunity. But at the same time, you want to cry because the relationship gets more complicated if a child is evolved. You may be a bitch over the fact that maybe you lead Mingyu on without actually saying no, but a child? You can't lead a child on, you can’t just kiss-kiss peck-peck your neighbor and say hi to Minseok, or even worse, you can’t start a relationship with Kim Mingyu and then break up with Kim Mingyu after being involved in Minseok’s life. You can’t picture going every weekend to the park and then just vanishing because your life is too busy and the relationship doesn’t quite work. You think that you may be a bitch and break Mingyu’s heart - even though you don't think he’s crazy in love with you to you actually break his heart, but you couldn’t break Minseok because his big eyes and small pout is too cute.

And you want to cry because Mingyu is hot. You noticed that when he picked your boxes and his arms bulged against his sleeve. You have eyes so you can see, every time you see him really, or going to the gym, or in his lounge clothes, or when he is a little bit tidy but still in not formal clothes, you stop a little and you think you never actually saw Mingyu going on a date, or in formal wear. And now it makes sense: having a kid doesn’t actually make dating easier.

But now you see another side of him. Mingyu is endearing, he is cute and you suspect that he could treat you well. He looks reliable, he has a good job, and he is a nice guy. But all that went to a new level when he had a kid in his arms, it made you twitch a little. The way that he looks at the kid in his arms makes your heart inflate like a damn balloon and makes you think about all the other things that you don't know about Mingyu, all the little secrets, all the gaps in his personality.

And oh damn. You had a new problem on your hands. Cute dilf Mingyu was the problem.

So, when you and Mingyu see each other in the hall, you breathe deeply. Afraid to say you are a little relieved when Mingyu is kid-less, but still hot in his gym clothes.

"Park today?" Mingyu asks with a gym bag in his hand.

"Yeah, I'm almost near my 10km mark so I'm pushing it a little bit." You say self-conscious tugging on your clothes, fixing your leggings and top. Fuck, maybe you should've put that baggy shirt on. Why the hell you got out of the house looking like a crazy lady without even brushing your hair? Ok, you said to yourself that the run was the last thing before washing your hair and putting a mask on it, but still, you knew that Mingyu was always in the hall.

"Nice. I heard about the run, right? Some people at my gym are going." Mingyu says eyes still on you, making you twitch. And you know is not Mingyu’s fault. He;’s always like that - he looks at you, pays attention, not even once you felt like you were not being heard when you were talking to him, not even when you were bitching because someone left the trashcan open.

"Oh god no, I'm not even close to the run’s entry level." You say tongue itching against your mouth. Mingyu has that quality really, he makes you curious and he makes you bold and afraid at the same time. But even if your mind says no, you still go for it. "So, no Minseok today?"

"Ah," Mingyu scratches his neck, almost shy, almost. "No, he is with his mom, the little guy was sick and had a few days off so no school for him, that's why he was so shy he was actually moody, but he liked you enough to give you his treasured Pikachu sticker."

"Oh yes." You actually pick up your phone and show Mingyu, and you feel a little silly but every time you see the Pikachu behind it makes you smile. "It’s not a sticker anymore, it evolved in the lucky charm category."

"Oh" Mingyu says looking at you and at your phone with an endearing look on his face that you couldn't quite puzzle. "That's actually cute."

"I mean," you shrug.

"Well, I gonna tell him that you treasure his Pikachu. It's not like he doesn’t already have a big crush on you." Mingyu teases looking at you like he wants to see every little reaction, like he wants to put the puzzle of you together like every detail matters.

"Stop, he was just being cute and polite you should be proud." You shove Mingyu but he doesn't even bulge. Damn, he was strong.

"Oh I am, but that's not polite, that's his love language, he even talked about you to his mom." Mingyu says eyes still on you, and you think for a second how funny it is, that he actually makes you feel this way, make you feel opposite worlds at the same time, makes you want to run and hide but and makes you want to stretch and bath of every ray of attention he gives you. "And he calls you elevator noona."

"Nooooooo," you say feeling pretty good that you stole the kid's heart in one elevator trip, Minseok was easier to win over than Mingyu.

"Yeeeees," Mingyu mocks you, and again he looks shy but Mingyu is not a shy person so that makes you think, makes you ponder. "Actually, he is going to be around for a few days so if you want to go to the park or-"

"Are you free today?" You ask, and you can see Mingyu's eyes bulge, his face making sure that you know that he is not understanding what you meant.

"Hun?" He says, head moving almost like a dog.

"Today, are you free? I mean I know that you are going to the gym, but we can go to that coffee shop you said and just chat a little." When the elevator stops, Mingyu, like always holding the door for you.

"Oh, hm-" He looks at his bag, then at the elevator door closing, then at you.

"Don't worry,” You say trying to soothe him, hands gesturing and all. “It was dumb to ask when I know you have plans, we can rain-check it."

"No, no, just-" Mingyu start to pat himself searching for his phone, chest, then front pocket, then back pockets, then looking at his bag. "Let me just call Chan and tell him I'm not going to the gym."

"Noooo," You feel so silly that you almost stomp your feet on the ground like a child. "You can go, we can just meet up or rain-check it, don't worry, you always understand when I'm too busy so-"

"Noooo," He copies you. "I’ll tell Chan that I'm doing cardio today," He starts typing on his phone. "I’m doing so much cardio in the park, running is the best exercise ever."

“Now, you’re just mocking me,” You say trying to push him again but this time he pretends you are strong enough to make him move.

“Nah, not doing anything.”

Mingyu doesn't make a big deal of changing plans - which is so weird to you, a planner and an avid checker of to do-lists. The only detour he needs is to stop at his car because he can't run with his gym bag. And that's how you end up running with Mingyu, and even though you have a good pace, Mingyu's legs are just way too big, so you always end up getting a little behind.

And again, Mingyu is so caring and nice that sometimes he dashes off but when he sees you are not following his pace he stops a bit, running in place waiting for you with a big smile. Damn, you are fucked because you feel like every time Mingyu smiles, a halo of sunshine forms against his figure. You knew he was pretty, you knew he was handsome, and you knew he was hot, but now you know that he may be mother's nature favorite and that is just unfair.

Mingyu has long legs, but you have endurance, so when he is almost dying you are good to go - maybe not so good, but you can keep going for a few more kilometers.

"See you could totally go for the run. You can take a lot more than I do." Mingyu says panting, hand on his waist, bending over.

"Nah, that would make running serious and with a goal, that ruins the fun." You say fixing your hair, tying it in a high ponytail again.

"Sometimes I wonder how your mind works," Mingyu says, seriously, making you stop in your tracks, making your head tilt, and actually look at Mingyu who looks like he is trying to puzzle you. "You say things like that and the way you think is so-" He trails off again, looking at his feet, then at everything but you. "The way you think gives me a new perspective on things."

And you could almost cry. Because at the same time, you feel so seen yet vulnerable. You feel more naked than when you are actually naked with some random guy. And you breath so deeply, because sometimes you run laps just to keep things hidden, you go through mental gymnastics trying to keep things under the rug. And it clicks in your head. Maybe that's why you avoid Mingyu, that's why you always say no because to him, you are so easy to read that actually scares you. So, you do the best you can, avoid.

"Ok Mingyu, you called me weird and now you are paying for coffee," you say storming off in front of him.

"I did not call you weird, don't put words in my mouth," He grins, again next to you because of his long legs. You almost think about kicking him in the shin and storming off. "What I am saying is that we are very, very different."

"And that's a bad thing?" You ask self-conscious, feeling your body actually shrink.

"It's not bad, it's different," Mingyu says opening up the door for you. "We think differently, that's all."

"A latte please and a-" You ask Mingyu.

"A latte and an Americano," Mingyu says.

So, you both get your drinks and sit on a pretty outside table per your request. The weather is good enough for it.

"That's what I am talking about," Mingyu says with a sip. "When I am all sweat what I want is to just be inside with the AC on, you prefer to sit outside."

"I'm sweat I feel sticky in the AC." You shrug.

"You see, I feel sticky outside," he responds.

"Do you want to go inside we can-" you say already picking up your drink and getting up when you feel Mingyu's hand on your arm.

"What I am saying is that we are different." Mingyu gives you a soothing smile. "I am data-driven, you lean towards contexts. I need goals, clear goals, otherwise, I feel unmotivated, but you feel like goals take away the fun. We are different and that's nothing wrong with that, so maybe that's why I feel so interested in you."

"I'm not that interesting," you say, taking only a sip to buy more time. Actually, I'm boring."

"See, you can't take a compliment either! I love compliments, just could play a 24h audio just praising me." Mingyu says shamelessly, making you laugh.

"Yeah, I'm not good on that but I'm serious. Like, there’s not much going on here." You say pointing to yourself.

"Oh, like the poets said, if you could see yourself though my eyes," Mingyu says making you blush and look away.

"Don't say things like that." You complain, pouting like a kid.

"Oh, come on," Mingyu’s smile is big, and you see that he’s enjoying making you shy, making you embarrassed. "It's not like it’s not clear that I'm into you, I even asked you out and you were the one that dumped me."

"I didn't dump you," You say almost kicking his shin below the desk, not because you want to but because you almost had a Pavlovian reaction. "I never said no and I'm truly busy."

"Not saying no is not the same as saying yes. I know that I'm being a little pushover, but I am a simple guy. I don't see why hide that I’m into you or find you hot and interesting. And I know that you know that, and I also know that you are not into me so" He shrugs. "It's not a big deal really."

"I-" You start but you almost freeze. "Fuck, I'm so bad at this," You say to Mingyu giving him your best I'm So Sorry Smile "Look I'm not good at this, I don't flirt, and honestly small talk almost kills me. And I gonna sound like such a bitch, but it's me it's not you?" You say again giving Mingyu that smile, searching for any trace of reaction on his face "You are a nice guy and you are funny, and god you are so good looking like almost unreal good looking -" And you laugh because Mingyu is liking the shower of praises, he is enjoying every step of the way like he said he did. "But, I feel like I'm not that ready, all the changes is making me freak out and it is making me so unsure and I need time to put myself up, and I can’t ask for you to wait-"

"Oh, I’m so waiting," Mingyu says, leaning on the chair, crossing his legs and arms and looking so smug.

"I cannot ask you for that because I don't even know when I will feel ready and-" You continue, behaving like Mingyu didn't say a thing.

"Once a week," He says still looking smug it makes you stop in your tracks.

“Huh?”

"Once a week, we can see each other once a week. It can be a date in a nice restaurant, it can be run, it can be a trip to the market, anything really, just-" Mingyu breathes changing positions, and taking a sip of his coffee. "If you don't feel ready or don’t want me like that I will understand and if doesn't work out at least we can be friends, like you said I’m a nice guy."

And that's how you end up entering in Mingyu's life and letting Mingyu enter yours. That's how you end up on Mingyu's sofa, two weeks later, on a Friday night, chilling, Mingyu's head on your lap, fingers threading through his soft hair, paying more attention to him than the movie really. And that’s because Mingyu was kissing you before you two chose the movie. He kissed you against his door, and gave you a peck when you put your bag on his table, and he kissed you again on the sofa, make you whimper because the way he is holding your hips. But he is a nice guy, and you said you were not ready for all that, so he goes back to his good guy persona and lays on the couch, head in your lap, leg almost entirely off the couch.

And then his phone rings and rings, so Mingyu breathes deeply and annoyed, because who dares disturb his head-rubbing time and sits up.

"Hey," Mingyu says and his face changes so fast you can almost feel in the air "Okay okay, just-" he says already getting up and doing his back pocket tap that he always does to go out. "Okay, just give him some Tylenol, ok? I’m already on my way, I can call when I'm about ten minutes away so you can go down, ok? It’ll be faster."

He stops to look at you. And he looks so afraid that you just know it is about Minseok.

"It’s ok. Go." You say because it is, the change of his demeanor says is something important.

"Fuck," Mingyu says, hands going to his hair and tugging it "It’s just Minseok. We just found out he has Crohn's disease and he is having a flare up. We need to take him to the hospital, he is down with a fever so it’s not a good sign and I should go really."

"I can drive," You say getting up as well.

“Oh no, no you can stay really finish the movie, you can totally feel at home, you can cook something or shit-"

"Mingyu," You say searching for his hand, big against yours. "You are shaking." And you can almost feel the energy trapped inside him, making him tremble all over. "Hey it's gonna be OK, Minseok is gonna be fine. I just need you to calm down. I’ll drive and everything will be OK. Minseok needs you calm."

"Ok, ok. Thank you."

So you guys storm off. You guys ended up in Mingyu's car, you fixing up his car seat and his rear view mirror to make comfortable to you. And every time you stop on a red traffic light you check Mingyu out, breath still fast enough for you to notice, face full of worry. And in that moment, you think you care so deeply about Mingyu, because seeing him like that is making your heart break in tiny little pieces.

Because Mingyu is just not like that. To you, Mingyu is always warm, always full of energy. He’s like a warm soft blank that has just enough weight so you can feel grounded on your bed. Mingyu is a night sky - big but so full of stars, those same stars bright enough to guide you home.

When you finally arrive at Minseok's place you see the little guy in his mother's arm and that makes your heart break all over again. You see Mingyu open the door for them, and he goes to the other side putting Minseok in his little chair, the woman doesn't even look at you, her full attention on Minseok, but still you feel uneasy. Out of place. You feel like you are barging in in a scene that is not yours, like an extra ruining the shoot. But then Mingyu is at your side again, hands on your thigh, big in contrast, and you feel his warmth and assurance, so you just drive.

At the hospital, everything seems kind of hectic, and you again feel out place again, asking yourself if you should be there. In your mind, you know you did the best of the situation: you helped Mingyu, and that should be enough. But emotionally, you feel so damn invisible in it all, and that makes you feel even worse because it makes you feel so egoistic. For God's sake, a child is sick needing a hospital and here are you feeling like you need to cry because fuck you feel out of place? Feeling pathetic about it makes you want to cry too.

So, when you and Minseok's mother are side by side, coffee in hands and Mingyu on the loose searching for food, you want to just get up and leave without giving a proper explanation, but you think you need to be a reasonable adult.

"You see…" Minseok's mother starts. "Mingyu never brought a girl home." And you kinda feel strange what she is saying but hey her kid is on the hospital, she may be going crazy. "I never actually even saw one of his girlfriends, ever."

"Oh, I’m not his girlfriend, we’re just friends." You start, but the taste of the phrase feels weird against your tongue.

"Yeah," She laughs, and you know she is laughing at you, which makes everything worse. "I know my brother and I know how he looks to someone." She says, holding her head, elbows on her own thighs, and she looks so so tired, and that too, makes you want to cry. "But I’m glad that you are here. I may not seem glad because my kid is right now on a hospital bed, but-" she says laughing again, and now you are not so sure why she is laughing, she looks so exhausted she is almost out of it. "But since Minseok's father passed away Mingyu is just giving his all you know? He bends over backwards for us. He picks Minseok on school when I can’t get out of the work on time, he was the one who could actually take care of Minseok the last time he went to hospital because I was too damn busy, and he actually cooks for us and he just goes to my home to leave side dishes. He is doing more than he should. He is doing what a father should be doing." She says and you hear her heart breaking, you almost see the blood, because she is so transparent, so worried, so sorry, and all that don't make sense in your head. "What I’m trying to say is that my little brother is precious, so if you fuck up, I might kick your ass."

"I thought he was-"

"Minseok's father? I know I gave birth to a mini version of my brother, but like, it's a little screwed up you didn’t know. Maybe you guys should work on your communication."

And that stays on your mind. Stays on your mind when it gets too late to get an Uber so Mingyu insists on you driving his car back because ubers can be weird and unsafe. Stays on your mind when he doesn't text you. Stays on your mind when you are at university, yet again lecturing about sociology classics and some passionate kids are debating about communism, and you can't even make yourself worry that you are not that older than the people you call kids. Stays on your mind when you arrive home and you can't quite bring enough courage to knock on Mingyu's door.

But then two days after the whole not-Minseok-daddy’s fiasco, Mingyu is at your door. Looking like a truck just hit him, the same clothes from a few days, body a mess, and you suspect that mind too. So, you let Mingyu in, guide him to your shower, go to his home pick up his clothes, and you roll your sleeve and start making Mingyu dinner. You are not a good cook, and Mingyu is certainly better than you, but still, you try your best. It’s what you’ve been doing all your life really.

You are putting garlic and onions in the pan when you feel Mingyu's arms going around you. He puts his forehead on your shoulder, and you can smell your soap’s scent on his skin.

"I'm sorry I vanished."

"It's okay it must have been tough. I understand."

"I know you do, and I'm very thankful for that but-" Mingyu turns his head to your neck, and you can feel his smell you and his hot breath against it. "I still shouldn't have done it. It was a dick move. You were also worried."

"Yeah, but it’s okay. Is he okay?" You say lowering the fire.

"Yeah, he is already talking about how his mom should give him a better cellphone so he can play Pokémon go at the hospital because everything is so boring."

"See? He’s okay. Minseok is fine." You say turning and giving Mingyu a hug, his head going again to your neck, almost rubbing himself on you.

"Yeah, we just need to pay more attention to his diet." He says still bending to hug you.

"See, Minseok is fine, but you don't look so good sir, so let me treat you to a nice, homemade meal." You say giving his butt a little tap because one more second in Mingyu's and everything will be burned in the pan.

"What I did do to deserve you?"

"A lot of things, Gyu, a whole lot of things."

Mingyu eats, and it seems to improve his energy a bit because he insists on watching a movie with you, even tho you know he looks like he may fall asleep at every minute - he didn't actually sleep soundly for two days and you said that to him, but, being the stubborn guy he is, he still insists. So you two end up in your bed, bodies tangled, Mingyu's head on your chest, your fingers going through his hair - he favorite thing in the whole world he says and that makes your heart bloom, full of tiny little flowers.

You wake up in a different situation. Mingyu's body now pressed against your back, his thigh big against yours, and his hand splayed against your other thigh. Mingyu's strong arms around you, and he is warm against you and surprisingly soft. You squirm a little trying to change position until you can face Mingyu, face soft and peaceful.

And fuck.

Maybe you don't just care about Mingyu.

Maybe, just, maybe you have fallen in love with him. Maybe now, after having him on your bed, you will continuously think about how you want to wake up in his arms. Maybe you will continuously think about how you want to be Mingyu's shelter, how you want to be the place he comes back to when times get rougher. Maybe you want to be Mingyu's night sky clear enough and starry enough to guide him home. And all that makes you feel like you want to cry and weep because maybe you are not ready enough. Maybe you will never be. But you want to be, you want so much and that makes things even harder.

So when Mingyu gives you a peck on the lips when he is going home to change for the gym and you are ready for a day in the university you also feel like crying.

And when Mingyu sends you a message asking you out - on a proper date he makes that clear enough you also feel like crying.

And when Mingyu is knocking on your door because you didn't answer and he saw your car in the garage when he was back from his market trip you are already crying before even answering the door.

"Hey-" He freezes and his demeanor changes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You just continue to cry, feeling like a dumb little kid, feeling like a pan full of water in the stove, boiling and overflowing.

"Hey, babe what's wrong?" Mingyu says, hands on your cheeks making you look at him. "You’re making me worried."

"I just-" You try to say, cleaning your face but you just hiccup harder.

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, I'm OK." And you say because you see Mingyu's face squirm in agony.

"Ok, ok. Do you need anything? Do you want me to buy anything? Fix anything? Did someone mistreat you?" Mingyus continues to try searching for something in your face.

"No I-"

"You can tell me if it is someone from your work or-" He tries again.

"It is not about work, it is about us." You finally say, not because you summed up the courage, but because the way Mingyu is acting is breaking your heart all over again.

"Us?" Mingyu bends his head to the side. "Okay, what's wrong with us?"

"Sometimes I get too wrapped up in my head and that's not your fault." You say, just leaving him there and sitting on the sofa. And you feel the urge to just tug at your hair and scream. "And the whole I'm not ready thing and your sister-"

"What did my sister say?" Mingyu cuts you, closer to you, arms folded against his chest.

“It’s not because of what she said, she is actually right about it-"

"Look babe, I love my sister to death, I love Minseok to death, I’d die and kill for both of them, but my sister is overprotective so whatever she said-"

"She said we don't have good communication." You blur out at once.

"Oh, for fucks sake,"

"And she’s right because I thought Minseok was your kid right?" You tell Mingyu a little exasperated. "Like we've been hanging out right? And I didn't feel comfortable to talk about it with you"

"Everyone thinks Minseok is my kid." Mingyu says like is not a big deal.

"Yeah but your maybe girlfriend shouldn't and I found out on a trip to a hospital when all the time I was thinking about how worried you were because it was your kid." You say bringing your knees to your chest because all this is fucked up, you shouldn't be talking about this with Mingyu because you have no right to, you were the one that spent too much time not saying yes, and when you said yes didn't even feel like a yes to be honest.

"I was worried, and Minseok is my kid in a way.”

"Mingyu,” You breathe deeply, because you feel stupid, and you feel like you are asking too much "Maybe that's my fault too, I'm not blaming you, that's why I told you that I was not ready for a relationship because I always fuck things up. I get so scared that I fuck things up before people realize I'm not good enough fo-"

"For fucks sake," Mingyu says opening his arms and tilting his head again. And you think is the first time you see Mingyu mad or frustrated, or both at the same time, you really can’t tell. "What the fuck do you mean with not good enough? You are caring, you are smart, and you actually drove me to the hospital and stayed there until I kicked you out. All that when we’ve been seeing each other for two weeks, how is that not being good enough?" Mingyu take your hand that is laying against your knee and caresses it with his thumb. "You make me go crazy every time we are together and I feel the happiest I've ever been in these months fuck this year actually has been a hell for me." Mingyu kicks nothing, and you feel so sorry for bringing it up, for crying, because you can see that this is hard for him too. "So yeah, maybe you are not ready so what? Maybe we don't have communication, yeah sure we fucked up, but if you get out of your head, maybe it’s all because I'm the asshole, I'm the one who loves his nephew enough to want to actually fit the dad shoes because Minseok deserves a father figure. I-" Mingyus says and you can see that his knee almost buckles, making him change positions. "I'm still lacking too, maybe I'm a mess too, fuck, maybe I'm not ready too, but I prefer not being ready together than being ready at the wrong time." Mingyu takes another step, and his hand goes to your cheeks caressing it, making you closer your eyes and just enjoy his faint touch. “So don’t feel pressured ok? You are not in this alone, and I told you I’m all okay with waiting and I’m- I may not seem like it, but I am a mess too, I have my doubts too, and I get into my head too. So when you are getting all crazy and stuff just, just let’s have a talk, ok?”

“Okay, yeah. Okay.” You say catching his hand and kissing his palm. “Can we order food? Can we order Chinese?”

“Of course we can, baby.” Mingyu says with a chuckle.

“And then, " You start unsure of yourself because you still think you are asking too much and giving too little. "Then can you tell me about Minseok? Can we talk about the whole history?”

“Of course, we can” Mingyu says, looking at you fondly again, and for once you feel that being transparent to Mingyu is not that bad because you feel like he understands you need. “I may cry though, so…”

“It's okay, I'm pretty sure you gonna be cute crying.” Mingyu gives you a big smile and that makes you feel alright.

So Mingyu tells you a lot. He tells about Minseok's dad death, he tells about his own father's death and how that impacted him, and how he draws the parallel between Minseok and himself. He talks about how his sister is so protective of him even tho she is half his size, he talks about how his sister always picked his fight. He tells you about Minseok favorite things - Pokémon, ice cream, and dinosaurs. He tells you everything he can think of until you two finish up dinner, and he continues to tell you everything when you are laying in his arms, his hands on your hair, your body over him - legs and arms across Mingyu, because you feel the need to hug his big and beautiful heart, but you settle the need hugging him instead.

And you and Mingyu just fall into a routine easily. You sleeping on his bed or him sleeping on yours, even though his feet always hang on the end of your bed because he is just too damn big and tall. You always say goodbyes at the door, or on the elevator, Mingyu going to the gym, you to your work. Sometimes, when Mingyu has a deadline you stop at your favorite restaurant and order food to cheer him up. Sometimes, Mingyu picks you up so you guys can eat out for a change. But the thing is - its always more than once a week.

So when Mingyu knocks on your door, maybe the fourth time this week (without counting the times you knocked on his door) you are ready to give a pretty and polished version, with heels and all, because Mingyu is taking you to the new fancy restaurant across town.

"Hey-Wow" Mingyu says and you almost throw yourself at him, you almost drool and make a fool of yourself, because Mingyu is wearing black slacks and a white button-down, and god your boyfriend is so hot. "You look amazing babe." He says holding your finger up and making you twirl.

"Thanks," You give him a kick peck and spread your hands against his chest. "You don't look so bad either."

The restaurant is nice, the place is beautiful, the food amazing, and the wine Mingyu ordered tastes so good against your tongue. But the only thing you actually think of is him. His pretty skin pecking out of hir shirt collar, his pretty lazy smile against a few cups of wine, his strong arms and peck against the fabric of his shirt.

When you guys finally settle on the Uber, Mingyu does one of the things he does best - he thinks and conjures in his mind that every damn living thing is in love with you, and it is endearing really. He is so protective and caring and that makes you want to jump him too. He nods to the uber and his big ass hand rest on your thigh, just where the hem of your black dress ends.

And you want to kiss him so bad, if it wasn't for the Uber, you could probably ride him in the backseat. You tug Mingyu's arms making him bend a little in your direction, while your other hand is splayed on top of his, fingers interwind. You kiss Mingyu’s jaw and feel his arm up, god, he is so strong and so hard all over it makes you go crazy, makes you want to merge your body with his, so you just try to get closer to him even if you know it's not really possible.

“You smell nice,” You say almost sniffing Mingyu, hand on his biceps and face on the slot of his neck.

“I smell like I always do?” Mingyu answers you but is more a question really. His hand still on you thigh, but this time giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, but you always smell nice, baby.” You hands travels up - stopping on his chest. Well, fuck the uber really, he probably sees couples feeling eachother up all the time, so you just paw Mingyu chest.

“Thanks babe but,” He says, holding your hand and giving you a chuckle when he sees you pouting on his shoulder.

“No fun.” You say still trying to get your hand free, to feel Mingyu up in the backseat like a fucking teenager. And to be honest you like the prospect of it giggling a little, feeling dumb, but oh so happy.

“No fun?” Mingyu asks you. “I’m the most fun guy you’ve ever met, I love fun. Fun and I are synonyms.”

“Well, I’m trying to feel you up in the backseat of an uber and you’re not letting me, so, you are the most boring guy ever.” You say on Mingyu’s ear, whispering the words, and you just see his body jerking. He starts to cough, looking at you disbelieved, and you do the only thing possible and laugh.

You take pity on Mingyu's situation, because he is almost choking on the backseat. So you behave like a little girl, hands on her lap, no more touching his boobs, or trying to lick his neck and jaw. But you still think about every other thing you want to do to him. You think about how Mingyu’s hands are big and the way he always put on the small of your back, and you question how it would feel against your neck.

You also want to discover every nook and cranny of Mingyu. Because you love the way he is so reliable in every aspects of adult-life that you struggle a little, he was the one that dealt with the new ac installation in your apartment, but you also love the way he gets so silly and pouts with the smallest and easiest things, and deep down you know Mingyu can do that task, he was big and strong, yet you were the one taking the grasshopper off his balcony.

But when Mingyu is glued to your back, hands on your hips and mouth on your neck on the elevator you think that you settle to discover this version of him today. The version that has you wrapped up in his arms, and the version that has the audacity to feel you up in the elevator.

“You are such a jerk.” You say to Mingyu still latched on your neck.

“Me?” Mingyu asks trailing his hand till they stop on your ribcages, fingers digging in.

"Yes, you." You say trying to get out of Mingyu's embrace but he’s just so clinging, glued to your back, and he is actually keeping you in place with his strong arms. "You can do everything and I can't feel up in the uber. It’s unfair."

"Baby, the uber was right there." Mingyus says guiding you though the hall and stopping on your door.

"Yeah and the crazy lady from the 07 can show up at anytime." You say trying to up your door but Mingyu hands are still on you, now on the hem of your dress, toying with it. "I really shouldn't you let get your way with me today."

"Don't even think about that." Mingyu says, hands again on your hips, this time he starts rutting against your back. "I might die." And you two almost trip when you finally open the door and Mingyu's body weight makes you go forward.

"Yeah, but I’m still mad with you." You say tugging on Mingyu's shirt, his large body pressing you against the wall.

"Baby’s mad?" Mingyu coos, and your legs almost give up because the condescending tone his uses make your brain stop. "What can I do then, hmm?" Mingyu says already lifting your dress up. "What can I do so my baby is not mad with me?"

So you do the only thing you think really, you put hands on Mingyu's neck and bring him to a kiss, it is sloppy but you don't even care, because Mingyu's lip feel so soft, and you can trace the taste of the wine on his tongue. And you are so distracted that you only realize Mingyu is getting you naked when he breaks the kiss to take off your dress.

"Fuck-" Mingyu says actually looking at you, hands on your waist holding you back enough so he can see the way that the black lingerie you bought a few days ago cling onto your skin.

"Come here." You say grabbing Mingyu's shirt again, wanting his mouth back on yours. But Mingyu cuts the kiss short again, leaving sloppy kisses on your jaw and neck. "Babe." You call again, hand going to his hair and tugging.

"I know, I know" Mingyu says kissing your collarbone. "Fuck-" He says taking a step back again and you can feel your body going in his direction, but Mingyu's hand steadies you against the wall. "Just- you look so pretty." Mingyu says looking at you and you’d almost feel shy if you didn't feel so needy. "Look at you." He says hand traveling to touch your boobs so fucking softly you almost melt, fingertips grazing against your lingerie.

"Babe," You whine again, trying to get Mingyu's attention, but he doesn't care, too lost kissing your chest.

"Fuck-" Mingyu says grabbing your hips, toying with your panty line. "Wanna eat you out so bad," He says like almost begging and you need to balance yourself on his shoulders. "You’ll let me right?" Mingyu says looking at you, eyes still against on your skin.

And you feel like your mouth is not working properly so you just give him a nod and it's enough for Mingyu trails his lips lower and actually kneel in front of you. And that alone should be fucking illegal, so when he plants a little kiss on your mound you think you are ready to go straight to hell because you just want to shove his face on your pussy, but instead you just hold Mingyu's face, hands on his jaw.

"I-" he starts, hands on your ass, fingers digging on your skin. When you look at him again he looks so out of it, so lost, so pussy drunk you can almost cry. And when Mingyu actually starts to lap at your pussy, your lingerie still in place you feel actually insane, clenching around nothing and the feel of your wet panties against your core makes you tug at his hair. The way Mingyu looks - eyes closed, hair a mess because of you, eyebrows furrowing in concentration makes your hips buckle against his mouth, but he just keeps going, like there is no other thought in his mind.

"Babe please I need-" You say breathing rapidly, and you feel the urge to cry again, because is so good but at the same time is not enough.

"Hm?" Mingyu says mouth still on you, eyes opening looking at you.

"Need more." You say pathetically, but if you need to beg, you will beg.

"Yeah?" Mingyu asks. "Gonna give to you baby." He says just so he can get his mouth off of you to tug your panties to the side. Then his mouth is on your pussy again, like he can't really spent more than two seconds apart. And you just mew, one hand on Mingyu's hair, and another one trying to keep your body straight against the wall. "Fuck-" Mingyu says again tugging at your panties to the side again, and you can feel it digging at your chest but you don’t care. "How can a pussy taste so good?" Mingyu asks but you doesn't really have an answer, and you feel Mingyu's strong hands on your leg, manhandled your into position, leg against his shoulder, hand splayed on your thigh, while the other one goes to your pussy opening you up. "Pussy’s so pretty fuck, could eat you out for days." He says almost breathless before going back to lap at your pussy, fingers still keeping your open and sucking at your clit.

And everything makes you feel insane. Of course Mingyu's tongue against your entrance makes your knees give up, of course the way he keeps you open for his mouth makes it so dirty, but whats really keeps you going, what makes you reach the edge so fast is the way he hums against your pussy, like it's his favorite thing in the world, the way he is so fucking desperately laps at it, the way the everytime your hips buckle Mingyu just follows the moviment because he can't take his mouth off you for a fucking second and it's what makes you cum. And you actually need to hold Mingyu's head for a minute so he leaves your pussy in other to you catch a breath.

"Need a minute," You say explaining when he looks at you puzzled. "Sensitive."

"Did you just-" Mingyu stops, looking at you and at your pussy making you laugh a little. "Did you just cum?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, you are so hot." He says giving the leg that still on his shoulder a bite. "But you can take more right?" He says fingers tracing your pussy, pressing your clit making you jump a little. "You need to take more babe, gonna eat your pussy again, open you up with my fingers," he says fingers on your entrance "and then will you make you come on my cock I know you will take so fucking well-" and he plants a kiss on you clit again. "Pretty pussy taking my cock hm? Gonna make you enjoy it, promise, gonna make you feel good."

And you don't doubt for a second that he will make you feel good, fuck he just made you cum against a wall two steps away from your door, but before you can say anything Mingyu is attatched to your pussy again.

"Wait, babe" Mingyu says. "This damn thing is getting on my way." He says letting your legs fall down and he finally takes off your panties, not even bothering to get really off of you, Mingyu just let one of your legs free while your panties sits on your feet. "God, if you let me, I will eat you out everyday, lick this pussy everyday before getting out of bed." He says like he is telling you about a new habits like drinking water first thing on the morning, or have a juice everyday - but he is talking about how he wants to bury his face on your legs like he is doing now, tongue going against your folders, arm going around your leg and opening you open again for him, while the other one goes to your ribcage keeping your body upright. And you loose track of time really, just focusing on Mingyu's tongue against you, humming all over again. "Fuck, how can a cunt taste so fucking good." Mingyu says mouth leaving your pussy as his fingers tacking its place. "You are making me insane, going to cum at my pants if we keep going like this." And you can actually see Mingyu palming himself.

"We can-" You try to start but he just chuckles.

"Oh no, don't worry about me." He says eyes leaving you and going again to your pussy, and you feel so exposed in Mingyu's hand, his digit finally entering you which makes you whimper, until know you didn't really paid attention on how empty you felt. "Making you feel good is enough for me." He says like he is not fingerfucking you to the second orgasm of the night. And again is not really the actions itself, of course. Mingyu’s longer fingers entering you is so fucking good, the way his thumb goes at your clitoris rubbing it in circles makes you cry, but when you look down and Mingyu barely blinks, eyes on your pussy and licking his lips like he didn't eat your pussy for minutes, is what makes you break, the way he looks so fucked blissed about giving you pleasure like he doesn’t need anything else.

And you come on his fingers and almost melting, but Mingyu lifts and holds you up, giving your ass a squeeze.

"So fucking hot-" Mingyu says his strong arms around you making you move towards the sofa, and you are pretty sure he is just dragging you around because your legs gave up. "Could use my mouth to clean you up-" and you almost scream when he is laying on the sofa, letting himself get comfortable between your legs.

"Babe, I love your mouth," you say tugging in Mingyus shirt, and how the fuck he is not naked. "but really I need your cock, otherwise I might go crazy." And you use your last few working neurons to start open the buttons on his shirt but suddenly stop when Mingyu just shoves two fingers inside you again.

"Hm, but you look stuffed enough baby." Mingyu says lowering himself and giving you a kiss, you feeling the taste of your pussy on his mouth.

"Mingyu, please" You beg. "Please, I-"

"Shh, it's okay, gonna give it to you." He says finally getting off his shirt and you feel so empty you can feel yourself clenching over nothing, and you can see how Mingyu just watches your pussy. "Fuck, baby, don't worry" He says already opening up his pants. "Gonna give to you real good, gonna make you feel so full."

"Oh, thank god." You say making him laugh before getting naked, and fuck, he was pretty and big all over. And you almost drool because, shit, even his dick is pretty. "Can I suck you off?" You ask already crazy enough that you mind-mouth filter just vanished.

"Oh fuck," Mingyu say hips buckling, making his cock sits on your mound, and he looks so big. Thank fuck he stretched you out. "Yeah, yeah not now though, might cum on your mouth."

"That's alright."

"Babe," Mingyus mewls, head resting on your collarbone, looking defeated. "Don't say things like that I almost-" He says hips buckling again. "Wanna fuck you properly."

"Ok, ok, but later…"

"Yeah, you can choke on it later, I won't be against it." And god, you want Mingyu to shut the fuck up because if he keeps talking to you, you’re gonna cum again without his dick inside you. "Fuck, might not last long" Mingyu says, and you almost laugh at him, because he is acting like you are not one step away from being spent just because of your mouth. Mingyu guides his cock with his hand, mouth watering looking at it, and when you feel hime ntering you you actually sees your boyfriend gulp.

And then you think about Mingyu saying how different you both are from each other. How his main sense is his vision, while for you, every touch sends you overdrive. And how both of you are so different but fit so well, because when Mingyu is fucking you, his body against yours, mouth at your jaw and hand holding yours, you feel like earth could collapse and the world could end because you already had the taste of the most important thing in the world; the taste of being loved by Mingyu, and you are sure nothing will come close to it.

You feel the urge to make Mingyu feel the same way, so loved and so cherished. So while Mingyu is fucking you, you try your best, you kiss his jaw - and it's messy and sloppy, but it's the best you can do when his dick is stretching you out. You claw at his shoulder, and you put your legs around his waits.

"Fuck, baby-" You try to speak again but you feel unable to, like your brain are not even trying to put more than two words together.

"I'm so fucking close." Mingyu says with his thrust getting faster, out of rhythm, body more pressed against yours.

And you just let the wave wash over you. You can feel Mingyu getting even more unruly, babbling things that you can't really make sense because, fuck, you are so gone. The way that he fills you up in every corner is just different, the way that he stretches you almost makes you feel like you arrived at a point of no return, and when you cum, clenching around him, Mingyu reaches his breaking point.

"Fuck-" He says getting off of you, and getting his hair out of his face, and his smile is so big, so beautiful and so lazy you could just kiss him if your limbs were working really.

"Hey baby, can you please take my bra off?" You say already turning on the bed but when Mingyu's laugh reaches your ears you are so fucking glad that you moved.

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