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dire iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a bit, er, different. His girlfriend’s a Dire Wolf, after all. The sex is messy and mind-blowing every time because she does that pheromone thingy that Jungkook can’t get over. He also kinda... likes seeing her pointy sharp canines surrounding his dick after getting a blowjob. It’s not that weird! R-right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, world building, mentions of (species) discrimination and prejudice; violence; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, unprotected sex (ty biology), creampie, cockwarming, biting/marking, m-receiving oral, cowgirl, saliva everywhere lol); fluff and feels; non-idol!AU - werewolfAU / soulmates?; werewolf!reader x blond, human!Jungkook; switches between Jungkook’s POV and your POV (tiny bit of Yoongi’s POV), ft some familiar faces at the end XD

for all you curious about the Dire Alpha, this one explains him more but also he kinda low-key wants to eat JK (not in a sexy way, don’t be weird) inspired by YOASOBI - 怪物 (Kaibutsu)

part ii

"You're so fucking hot, do you know that?"

You were sitting on Jungkook's bed, naked, holding his smartphone. These things were like little computers. How convenient, but also strange. Humans spent so much time in front of them. You had to turn the brightness down to nearly zero. The light was too harsh for your eyes.

"I'm not just saying it because you do that sexy saliva thing to me. You're actually sexy as hell. Why do you wear such oversized clothing?"

"Just in case," you muttered. "And to avoid being recognized too easily."

"But you're so fucking fuckable."

Your ears perked. You could hear hand stroking flesh.

"Are you jacking off again?"

"No."

You lifted your head. Jungkook grinned at you cheekily. His long blond hair was messy and wild from the night. You dropped your gaze, raising an eyebrow. The tattoos on his right arm and hand danced with movement.

He was slowly palming himself to hardness.

"A question. Is this all you think about?"

Your silvery tail swished from side to side, stopping to curl around your thigh. His eyes watched it hungrily.

"No."

Jungkook scooted himself closer, now firmly gripping his thick cock. Long, smooth strokes, gasping a little as he squeezed the base of the swollen head.

"But it's hard not to when you're naked in front of me," he breathed, reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I can put clothes on."

Jungkook brought his face close to yours, lip trapped between his teeth. The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you with his action. Warm breath drifted onto your lips.

"Do you want to?" he murmured, trying not to sound disappointed.

You flicked your eyes down, then back up. "What are you going to do with that?"

His dark eyes on your now, most likely, golden orbs.

"Put it in you. Fuck you. Cum inside and fuck you some more."

You opened your mouth, saliva dripping out, saturated and potent. His lips were instantly on yours, drinking it up, moaning, pumping himself harder and more furiously as you opened your legs, dropping his phone and pulling him on top of you. He moaned as the throbbing head pressed against your thigh, leaking pre-cum everywhere.

"What do yo–ah!"

His voice pitched as you lowered your head, spitting your scent down his length. His eyes rolled back and his hand lost grip for a second, enough time for you to grab his hips and sink him down into your pulsating wet heat.

"O-oh, fuck, have mercy... p-please..."

You grinned maniacally and raised your hips to smack his, earning a choked gasp of your name. Ah, so good, nice and hard and jerking against your tight walls. Jungkook planted his hands on the bed, panting, eyes already glazed over.

"So... fucking... good..."

His fingers dug into the sheets and he thrust into you roughly, your silvery ears flicking upwards to listen to his breathless moans, plush tail curling around and brushing against his muscular legs. You watched the strain on his neck, veins appearing, long ash blond hair swaying as he fucked you into his bed. You tightened around him and Jungkook groaned, arms shaking, but you reached up and grabbed his head, forcing him to look at you, tangling your fingers in his blond locks and pulling them back, away from his face, revealing his sculpted features and dark pink lips.

"Feels so fucking good..." he hissed, slapping your hips together. "Gonna cum, fuck, gonna fucking cum..."

You took a spare moment to remove one of your hands from his head and shoved a few fingers into your lips. Jungkook's dark brown eyes shook as he watched, cock twitching inside you as you pulled the two fingers out, strings of saliva following, and smeared them on his swollen lips.

It sent him over the edge, throwing his head back and shouting your name, pumping your tight hole full of his orgasm, a violent squelch as he shoved himself all the way in, cramming the thick white liquid back into your pussy. You gasped out his name, grabbing his ass and smacking your hips to his, leading the pace now, Jungkook's body shaking and quivering as you used him like a tool to fuck it all back into you, slippery and messy, his cum dribbling out onto your ass, but still you fucked him, undeterred. He was blinking hard, using all the energy he had left to hold himself up as his sweat dripped down his jaw and hit your chest. Your breath came out in heavy huffs, laced with pheromones.

You growled, grating, animalistic.

"Give me another, come on, I know you want to, you delicious piece of meat."

Despite it all, Jungkook's lips curved into a pleased smirk.

"Never been happier... to be referred to as a delicious piece of meat..."

You bared your teeth, licking them as you clenched around his stiff cock. He moaned wantonly, unable to resist as you repeatedly rammed his crotch into yours, so loud, so rough, so obscene, window open and all. He threw his head back once more, Adam’s apple peeking out, throat exposed right in front of your open jaws as he wailed your name, shooting his second release into your pussy, mixing with the rest and spilling out, forced by your walls spasming around him, sighing in satisfaction as you came, dripping onto his thighs and the sheets, creating a puddle of cum beneath the two of you.

You could smell it. He could smell it.

Pure sex.

Jungkook slipped down, chest heaving, his hands sliding down the bed. You felt him reach between your legs and shove himself back in you, smearing his cum and your cum all over his balls before bringing his hand back up to lick his fingers off. You raised your eyebrows.

"Your pussy... is the fucking best..."

You chuckled, rumbling him on your torso. He was putting his full weight on you, but it felt like nothing.

"I think you have an addiction."

His sweaty hair tickled your neck. You straightened it out, listening to Jungkook panting in heavy hot puffs.

"I probably do."

He shivered against your skin.

"No regrets though."

The Dire Alpha was sitting in the throne room.

It was a formality of a space, completely useless. It had been in this stone castle for centuries, the castle the Alpha lived in when he ruled the Dire people. Since then, it had been updated and modernized to the current Alpha's liking every time a new ruler was appointed.

The silver throne sat at the top of the shallow stairs, the obvious place of power. Carved images of wolves decorated the platinum, eyes inlaid with opalescent gems and diamonds. At the top, the emblem of the current Alpha’s family was slotted in.

The jagged diamond with a platinum flower pressed into the center.

The large black wolf sat on said throne, wearing his usual blazer, vest, white dress shirt, and regal black tie. All of his clothes were custom made for his huge wolf proportions. The Alpha refused to shift back to human form. This was his own personal choice and it bothered a lot of people, but the Alpha did not give a single shit. The same circular diamond emblem was around his neck on a thick silver chain, along with another pendant that usually sat behind it. An arrowhead pointing down with a lotus at the top, its petals made of opalescent gems.

The Alpha looked down in his paw, at the almost hilariously tiny wood box. It was open and inside was another silver chain, covered with silver rings.

Twenty-five, to be exact.

He closed the box and put it in his lap. The Alpha knew the exact direction the moon was in, even if he couldn't see it through the stone walls. It called to him, like a faint, familiar, sweet voice. He reached up and touched the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice with his claw, looked up to the moon.

The universal sign of the Dire, paying respects to the dead.

The Alpha breathed in deep.

There was no one here. He had assistants and helpers, but they had all been ordered home to their families, as they were every night. The Alpha did not have full-time servants. He was fine by himself. He could wipe his own ass.

He snorted, a harrowing, harsh huff.

People should appreciate their families, because one never knows when they'll disappear.

The Alpha stood up, taking the wooden box with him. Steady, measured steps, full of strength and power. His claws clacked against the stone with every step he took, heavy and thudding despite the material of the floor. Walking through the halls, knowing he was alone. Not even his precious daughter was here, reading her books or pondering with that clever brain of hers.

The Dire Alpha paused.

He sniffed the air.

Pinpointed exactly what he wanted to know.

Growled, baring all his sharp, pointed teeth. Snapped them tightly as he stalked down the hall, suddenly in a terrible mood. If he ever met this human, he was definitely going to try and bite his head off. His daughter would stop him for sure, but maybe he could get in a hearty chomp.

How dare this human touch his prefect daughter.

His paw touched the arrowhead once again and he could hear her voice, pretty and musical. Knew what she would say to him. He could almost feel her hand holding his, her expression highly amused.

Oh, husband, you know she's just like you. Once she sets her sights on something, she'll chase it to the end.

He grumbled to himself.

The Dire Alpha knew.

He was still going to nibble an ear off that man.

Jungkook sneezed loudly.

He shook his head, blinking fast. Ow. That hurt.

"Are you getting sick?"

"It was just a sneeze. Someone must be thinking about me," Jungkook laughed, wiping himself down with the warm, wet towel, trying to clean his skin. He was in the bathroom, sticky all over. Huh. Maybe they should try to have less messy sex.

He thought about her dripping tongue.

Nah.

"Well, it's not me," she grunted. He could hear her yanking off the sheets and replacing them so they could sleep.

"Aw, why not?"

"Because I'm trying to figure out how to unfold this fitted sheet, hmph."

He chuckled, staring at himself in the mirror. His ash blond hair looked very chaotic despite him brushing it, wavy and tousled from being played with her fingers.

He liked it.

Jungkook grinned, somehow ready to do it all over again.

Hopefully no one was plotting his death or anything.

The Dire Alpha rolled over in his sleep.

Snarling viciously.

Having sweet dreams that were probably horrific nightmares for a certain blond-haired human male.

"Do you work here?"

"No, sorry."

Silence.

"Why are you standing behind the counter?"

"... The guy who works here asked me to watch the store because he went to the bathroom."

"Oh."

The man in front of you had dark hair and cat-like eyes. He looked like he was perpetually frowning. He was wearing a baggy white shirt under a red-checkered flannel and distressed blue jeans. Black face mask squishing his round cheeks. He had pulled it down to speak to you. The man tapped the counter, a sealed record in front of him. He had long fingers like a pianist.

You looked down at the record.

"You like John Mayer?"

The man's dark eyes flickered to you. "Uh... well, I actually don't know much about American music. I was going to ask the guy who worked here if he was any good."

"He is." You pointed to the vinyl under his hands. "However, Continuum is considered his best work. What you have there is Battle Studies, the album that followed the success of Continuum. Some say it's good, some say it's bad but, in any case, it was always going to have mixed reviews since it followed the shadow of his pervious success. Mayer himself said it wasn't one of his best works."

You reached over and the man retreated his hands, letting you flip over the record.

"He's a guitarist. I suppose you could call his genre blues-pop. But the interesting thing about this album is that if you listen closely, you can hear his internal struggle between his music and himself. His lyrics are almost too commercial, trying to replicate the success of Continuum, and yet his guitar seems to have its own voice, a uniqueness that almost contradicts the lyrics themselves. My favorite song on this album is ‘Edge of Desire’."

You looked up at the man from under your hood. Your left hand was out, tattoo exposed, pointing to the track. You retreated it. The man with the cat-like eyes tilted his head, listening closely.

"Do you recommend it?" he asked in his deep voice.

"It's worth a listen. It's good for introspective people, if you like that sort of thing."

"Okay, I'll buy it."

"Wow, you want to work here?"

Both of you jumped, snapping your heads to face Jeon Jungkook, standing right next to you with starry eyes and a thin black turtleneck. Jungkook seemed to have invested in them lately. You saw him wear them quite often, usually after a long night with you.

"Hey, Yoongi-hyung, how's it going? Did you find something you liked?"

The shorter man slid the vinyl record over to Jungkook. "Er, yeah. Your friend here helped me make my decision." The man named Yoongi frowned. "Why are you wearing a turtleneck? It's pretty warm today."

You yanked your own black face mask up and backed away from the counter, mumbling that you needed to go to the bathroom. Your cheeks suddenly felt too warm. Jungkook was sputtering at the counter, struggling to think of a response.

"U-uh... f-fashion?"

Jungkook couldn't say, "Because I like it when my wolf girlfriend bites me with her big sharp teeth."

Well, he could, but then Min Yoongi would probably think he was a freak and never shop here again.

Min Yoongi puttered out of the records store, satisfied with his new purchase. He hadn't expected to see a Dire there, but he was happy to see one, because he liked Dires. They always seemed so well-versed and educated.

She had a small mole underneath her right eye, near the inner corner.

Cute.

Yoongi had enjoyed watching her talk. She seemed very intelligent. He wondered if she would continue hanging around the store. He liked to hear a lot of different perspectives, on life and music, and a Dire’s viewpoint wasn’t one he got to investigate often.

He remembered their reaction to his question about Jungkook’s turtleneck.

Hmm.

Yes, it seemed likely that Yoongi would see her at the record store again.

“Could you do this for me, please?”

You had your reservations. But it was hard to resist those puppy eyes.

“Don’t make any sudden movements.”

He nodded so fast his blond hair went flying. He already had red-purple bites on his shoulder, gleaming with your saliva. Was he crazy? Probably. It would be just your luck to have a crazy boyfriend.

“Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“How long you been thinking about this?”

He bit his lower lip, shifting his eyes hastily. “Ever since… the first lick to the face in the alley?”

Of course.

He’d been begging you for ages now. You were a little nervous, but you also knew there was nothing to worry about. You weren’t going to hurt him. You just weren’t sure if your canine teeth were attractive in that way. You snuck a glance at Jungkook’s eager face.

Yes, that face definitely wanted a blowjob involving your pointy chompers.

Probably a little too much.

You ticked your head and your ears flicked back and forth. Lowered yourself, holding him down with your hands, trailing kisses over his hips, his lower stomach, his thighs, making Jungkook squirm and plead with you for more, more, and you ignored him, tongue snaking out and tracing patterns onto his skin, soaking it with your scent.

“Oooh, yes, fuck…”

You nipped at his flesh, leaving tiny bites. Jungkook gasped, lashes fluttering as his cock popped up and brushed against your cheek, slowly hardening with the multiple sensations. You kissed down the curve of his inner thigh, wrapping your tongue around his balls.

He gasped out your name, clutching the sheets and twisting them.

You coated them in your saliva, thick, wet, slick, and then shoved your nose into them, breath in heavy huffs as you exhaled, slapping your tongue against them at the same time. He was a groaning mess, nearly humping your face if it wasn’t for your strong grip on his hips. You lapped at the base of his cock, bouncing his dick with your tongue.

“P-please put me in your mouth, please…”

But instead of his cock, you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, massaging it roughly against your tongue and the roof of your mouth, sending him into a frenzy of cries, his hard cock smacking you in the nose, dripping pre-cum on your forehead. Oh, fuck, he smelled so good and sounded so sexy, desperately begging for more. You were careful with your teeth, your biggest worry, and popped his balls in and out of your mouth, switching between the two, increasing the sensitivity with your scent painted all over him.

“Ah, it’s so good, so fucking good, I knew it would feel so good…”

You licked a fat stripe up his length and Jungkook’s shoulders jerked, tipping his head down to gaze hazily at you, seeing your face smeared with saliva and pre-cum, before you circled your tongue around the head repeatedly, drooling all over his cock, not being subtle about it, drenching him just the way he wanted.

“Oh… my… God…”

His eyes rolled back and you wrapped your lips around the head, licking the slit, flaring it open a bit with the tip of your tongue, pooling more. He was going to rip the sheets with how tightly he was grasping onto them, muscles and veins bulging out his forearms, tattoos distorted by how much he was flexing his right arm. You lapped at the thin skin underneath the head and felt his taste intensify, leaking more pre-cum into your mouth.

“Mmm, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t… oh, fuck…”

You swallowed his entire length and Jungkook slammed his head back into the pillows, wailing in pleasure as you bobbed your head up and down, wrapping him with your warm, wet heat, so messy and dirty that it made loud squelching sounds, saliva splashing onto his crotch and down his ass. Jungkook was trying to hump your face, but you pinned him down and for some reason this made him harder, cock jerking in your mouth and pulsing in your throat, ripping his hands from the sheets and burrowing them in his blond hair, sharply crying out your name and definitely disturbing the neighbors with how loud he was being.

“Oh, fuck!”

His salty taste flooded your mouth, shooting down your throat violently. You drank greedily, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation of his cock throbbing with every new gulp, painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. Your whole body shivered, warmed and pleasured by your lover’s taste, the perfect flavor.

It seemed to complement your scent in a strangely satisfying way.

“O-open… your… mouth…”

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook staring down at you, looking fucked-out and drained, but also hesitantly expectant. It wasn’t hard to guess what he desired. You peeled your lips back to reveal your carnivorous teeth, keeping them away from his skin, tongue still licking him up and down. He shuddered, biting his lip, looking slightly guilty and absurdly aroused all at once.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” he muttered, cheeks flushing.

You ticked your head, the side of your lips tugging upwards.

“We all have kinks.”

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, shuddering breaths in the afterglow.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

You backed up a little, laughing in playful barks.

“Who’s going to know? It’s not like it’s written down on the internet for anyone to read.”

Jungkook laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

…

No comment.

Unfortunately, the time afterwards ended up being much more solemn.

"Got some fights coming up."

Jungkook sucked on his lower lip. "Another one?"

"There's always another one."

"I don't like that you have to fight them."

"Well, me neither, but that's how it is."

"Just because that's how it is, doesn't mean it's right."

She didn't reply at first. They were face to face. She traced his cheeks with her fingernails, pressing lightly on each mole on his face.

"If everything was right in this world..." Her eyes found his. "Then there would be nothing to fight for."

Jungkook placed his hands on hers, fingertips grazing over the eight silver rings, each one different, from simple to intricate. They were heavy, weighing down her hands.

"What happens when there are more than ten?" he wondered out loud.

"I replace the weakest ones with the stronger ones." Her palm pressed into his jaw.

"Don't you hate it?"

She looked down; expression pensive. "It is hard to hate what you are. Because that's all you know for a long, long time. That's how you were formed to face this world." Her head raised and her silvery ears flicked slightly. "I am proud of what I am. You cannot pick and choose only the good parts of your species. You have to face all of it."

A moment of hesitation.

"I will be honest. I don't know what I will change when I'm Alpha. I don't know what I'm capable of changing or if I will feel the same as I feel now. It is easy to say I will try to make a better world, but to actually do it... it's not so easy."

Jungkook could tell now. She really was the Dire Alpha's child.

"To be a leader means to have people who want to be led. But it gets more complicated when you don't want your followers to be blindly accepting everything you do. And, well, following my father's rule will be..." she trailed off. Retreated her hand from his face and ran it through her hair, sighing softly. Backed up, raising her hood, walking backwards to his bedroom window.

Her eyes on him the whole time.

They streaked with gold for a split second, as if she connected with her inner wolf to console and remind herself of who and what she was. Put on her sneakers and tapped the toe against the floor, righting them. Opened the window and got halfway out before looking back at him.

She smirked.

"Gotta go, piece of main ass."

Jungkook crossed the space between them with two strides and kissed her deeply, breathing in her scent, committing it to memory. She pressed back against him, one hand finding his shirt, pulling him close. They broke apart after minutes of kisses, not wanting to let go. He smiled at her. The cool breeze and sounds of the city radiated out of the open window.

"Your father will be proud of you."

She laughed, that lively bark he loved. "I don't know about that."

He reached up and smoothed the fur on her ear.

"He'll see."

Her eyes flickered to him, flecks of gold glittering.

"I guess he will."

And then she dropped from his window, swiftly dashing back to her own world. A world that someday he might be invited to, he hoped.

Jungkook plopped himself onto the windowsill and watched her go, deft and light on her feet. He stayed long after he couldn't see her anymore. The moon basked him with its glory, bringing out the gold in his ash blond hair.

I heard a little whisper that you're fucking a human.

You skillfully wrapped the gauze around your arm, breathing hard. There was pressure in your chest, tenseness of adrenaline and fury trapped inside your ribcage.

I hope I get so lucky.

The words replayed over and over in your head. You wrenched up your thigh, pain shooting up your hip as blood oozed out of the deep gash. You began to dress it slowly, hoarse huffs of exertion leaving your throat. The reflection in the broken mirror in front of you was yours, naked, bleeding, eyes burning vicious gold. Dried blood caked on your silvery ears and bushy tail.

Not your blood.

When are you going to eat him and get a real man?

You snarled and punched the mirror, shattering the image of wrath-filled gold.

A silk robe draped over your shoulders. Your knuckles were shredded, cut up by reflective glass, but you said nothing, panting heavily. Fresh blood dripped onto the stone, red, coppery, splattering onto gray.

"Daughter."

Big black paws on your shoulders, tipped with wicked black claws. It was an oppressive but familiar weight. Your back refused to buckle from it despite all the pain.

"All his limbs are broken. Five ribs. He might bleed out from a lung puncture."

You pulled the robe closed to cover yourself, tying it up impassively.

"As you like, Father."

"An emotional fighter is not a good one."

You stilled.

"Did you forget all your grand ideals? All your silly hopes? Or were they merely dreams you toyed with?"

The Alpha took a step back, removing his hold on you. You still didn't move, immobilized by the truth.

"Do you think your boy would be happy knowing the mere mention of his existence turned you into what you hate most?"

Slowly, you turned around. Your father stood in the doorway of the chamber. He filled the entire space, huge, fierce, wolf eyes burning gold, wearing the embellishments of the Alpha – the grandiose silver robes against his thick black fur, the thorned platinum crown with diamonds, the jagged diamond pendant with the plum flower around his neck, shadowing the arrowhead emblem of your mother.

"But... you..."

He cast a discerning eye at you.

"I am me. You are you."

He turned around, silver robes flaring out.

"If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose."

The Alpha walked away.

Nine rings.

Your left thumb, the snake head with black gems as eyes. Your left index, the black stone with a bone-shaped silver band. Your left middle, the wolf with the opalescent eyes. Your left pinky, the simple silver band. Your right thumb, the large opal gem inlaid in stars. Your right index, the skull with the snake coming out of its mouth. Your right ring finger, the script ring that read, FEED. Your right pinky, a twisted silver band.

And now, your left ring finger. The ten-pointed star etched into a hammered silver circle.

Nine rings. Nine Dires.

Sons.

Men.

People.

If you do not remain true to yourself, you no longer serve your purpose.

You lifted your head, adorned with a smaller thorned platinum crown, laced with diamonds. The diamond emblem with the plum flower hung from your neck, a heavy weight. You were wrapped in a silver and black robe with black shorts. How long has it been since you had last seen your love? Almost two months.

I really miss you.

You could feel it.

Your father removed the headpiece. Held out his hand. A silver ring with a moth motif, opal gems as wings.

"Number ten, my daughter."

You removed your nine rings, placing them in a wooden box. Your wooden box. Your father closed the box when you were done and placed the moth ring on top of it. You stepped up to the door of the ritualistic arena.

Your father called out to you.

"Do not disappoint."

You were about to look back. Disappoint who? Your father? Your people? Jungkook? Then you realized.

You.

You pushed open the doors to a huge, gray-brown wolf with a wicked scar over one eye, eyes blazing gold. He growled at you, black lips peeling back into a vile smirk.

"Oh? Thought you weren't going to show up because you're a human's bitch now."

You narrowed your eyes. Felt the power surge through you, a flurry of silver fur and gold glow, clothes being torn to shreds as you changed, the diamond pendant banging into your collarbones as you bared your sharp teeth and claws.

"That's Miss Human's Bitch to you."

And then you charged.

You stared at his sleeping form.

Reached over and brushed his blond hair away from his forehead. All five fingers of your right hand now adorned with rings. The moth ring gleamed on your right middle finger.

Jeon Jungkook was snoring very loudly.

You were mildly surprised he hadn't woken himself up yet with his own snoring. Did he have allergies? A blockage? He sounded like he was being strangled with phlegm.

"Maybe you need to see a doctor," you muttered, shaking your head.

His lashes fluttered, but he still sounded like he was dying a horrible death. Good thing you were here to make sure he wasn't. Your fingertips hovered over his face, tracing his handsome features. His cheeks were a little puffy. Did he have too much salt before bed? Your eyes fell on each mole on his face. You pressed your index finger onto the one below his lower lip.

"In some cultures," you whispered softly. "Moles are thought to be kisses from the moon."

"Then make out with my face."

You pursed your lips.

"Was that your pretend snoring?"

Jungkook cracked an eye open, a slow grin forming on his face. "I was kind of hoping you would rip off the covers and have your way with me."

You raised an eyebrow. "I suppose I'm not accustomed to human rituals then."

He sat up on the bed and you backed up to give him space. Instantly, his eyes were on your hands.

"That's ten now."

"Yes."

Jungkook was shirtless. You could see he had been working out, muscles more defined now. Was he taking your advice? You meant it as a half-joke, but it seemed he had taken you seriously. His tattoos stood out against his tan skin. You wondered what they all meant or if they even had meaning. Not everything needed meaning after all. Would he get one to represent you someday?

"You seem different."

You looked up at him and scratched your neck. Let out a sigh. He watched you with inquisitive brown eyes.

"I was beginning to think you didn't care about me anymore since you weren't furiously masturbating every night," you chuckled.

"I thought about it," he replied instantly, scooting closer to you. "But you said you had fights, so I didn't want to distract you."

"That never stopped you before."

You saw his cheeks flush. He frowned. "Yeah, well..." He tilted his head. It felt like he was trying to organize his thoughts. You waited patiently "I was thinking about what you said last time. About how you can't only pick and choose the good parts of your species. About being a leader." Jungkook puffed his cheeks. "I'm not really good at any of that stuff, you know? I don't really think about it. I just work at a records store and talk about music and focus on making myself better."

You smiled. "You don't have to do anything more than that, you know."

"But you do."

"That's not something you have to worry about."

"I want to help you." He rubbed the back of his hair, making his bedhead even messier. "I don't know how though."

You leaned forward, closing the distance between you and him.

"You don't have to do anything special."

The moonlight illuminated his face, casting it in a gentle glow.

"I only want a home."

Jungkook's eyes flitted around his small apartment bedroom. He laughed awkwardly. "I guess this doesn't cut it, huh?"

You shook your head.

"Home isn't a place."

Gold orbs to dark brown.

"Home is a person. And my person is you."

Take a moment.

Before we get freaky and all that.

"Your eyes are really gold."

She blinked slowly, backing up. "Yeah... they probably are."

"What do you mean?"

She shifted her gaze and smirked. "Maybe you're rubbing off on me."

It took Jungkook a minute. He tilted his head this way and that, mental question marks flashing before it finally dawned on him.

"Hey! Are you calling me insatiably horny again?"

Her ears flicked back and forth. She wasn't laughing, but her eyes certainly were.

"I didn't want to ruin the moment."

"Look here," Jungkook growled, grabbing the front of her baggy gray hoodie and dragging her to him. He could tell she was letting herself get dragged, highly amused. "I've been waiting two months! Like the good guy I am! And now you won't tell me when you're horny? That's just rude!"

She laughed in that wild bark of hers. "I guess you won't be pleased to know I wasn't gone for two months only because I had fights and soul-searching to do, but also because I went through heat and decided to spare you the experience."

"You did WHAT?" Jungkook roared. She couldn't stop laughing as he shook her angrily. "How could you leave me out of that? What about my needs?"

"Seeing me in heat is not a need–"

"Yes, it is! It is for me! What's it like? Are you horny all the time?"

"I'm just a crabby bitch, to be honest."

He narrowed his eyes.

"You LIAR!"

He tackled her to the bed, pinning her down and she grinned, grabbing him by the waist and pinning him down, until it became of a game of rolling around in the bed, sending the blankets into a jumbled mess, him never exactly winning but her letting him push her around anyway, laughter in her eyes and smile on her face.

All of a sudden, she grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him down on the bed.

And growled.

Jungkook's eyes widened. It wasn't a playful or gentle growl. It was a violent, possessive one and she wasn't looking at him.

She was staring at the window.

Eyes stark gold, grip on his shoulders almost crushing. Lips peeled back, and growling low, baring all of her sharp teeth. Ears taut and upwards, tall up and out. The harsh noise rumbled in her chest. She got off him and Jungkook sat up, watching her stalk to the window, powerful and aggressive, almost as if the very air was electrified by her presence. With every step, her presence and sound seemed to grow, overtaking the room and leaking out the window, amplified by the night.

For a split second, Jungkook could see the Alpha in her, almost a shadow of that black wolf's face on her features.

"You do not belong here."

Did he hear that correctly? Jungkook's eyes widened at her malicious, disorienting snarl. An animalistic whisper and fearsome resonation of command all at once.

"Get lost or I will make you get lost."

She tilted her head at the window. Not a nice tilt. A predatory gaze of discernment.

She stuck her head out the window.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Jungkook didn't even realize he was holding his breath.

She retreated her head and slammed the window closed, making him jump.

"Going to hire you a security detail," she stated calmly, voice no longer that oppressive tone.

"Uh... okay..." He blinked slowly. "What was that?"

Her gold eyes affixed on him. She held up her hands. The ten rings gleamed wickedly, gems and silver alike.

"Word has gotten around. Not everyone is pleased by our relations." She lowered them, letting out a tense breath. "I will need to attend to certain... matters when I return."

"Oh."

Silence. The moonlight gleamed off her fur and hair. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply, as if she was reading the air. It was fascinating, the way her nostrils flared slightly and she seemed to know things, even though the window was closed, her expression relaxing. Her eyebrow raised. Gold orbs snapped open.

"Why are you horny?"

Jungkook started, head jerking down to his underwear.

"Er..." He struggled to explain the massive tent. "It was very attractive. Watching you."

Her eyebrow ticked higher.

"Someone was thinking about injuring you, possibly murdering you, and you're getting aroused by me defending you?"

"Um... yes?"

Sigh.

Humans.

You removed your rings and placed them on his nightstand.

Then you removed your clothes.

"In my defense, last time I was very fucked up and couldn't appreciate how hot you were defending me," Jungkook protested.

"Mhm."

"Um..."

One hand, then the other, crawling onto the bed, eyes burning gold, pointed teeth glistening, breath hot and heavy. He could feel it, the irresistible arousal, the yearning, and he tried to hold back, grabbing fistfuls of his own sheets.

"Do you think you could...?"

Her head lowered, ears still straight up. For some reason, Jungkook felt compelled to drop to his elbows, still staring at her now naked body. She had removed everything. Including the heavy pendant. He could see the curve of her breasts, hard nipples poking out. Stopped right before his massive erection, the fabric almost sheer with how much it was being stretched out, pre-cum soaking through the front.

"Could?" she echoed teasingly.

"C-Could... oh, fuck!"

She leaned down and drenched the fabric with her saliva, covering his clothed cock with wetness, molding it to his length, the sudden rush of euphoria causing it to jerk in his boxer briefs. His hips lifted with his exclamation, and she shoved them back down roughly, holding them in place.

"P-Please, oh, fuck... fuck it's just so-o-o good..."

He could feel it sticking to him, drenched fabric stuck to his pulsating hardness, the head of his cock rubbing against the confines and leaking pre-cum. The pleasure was everywhere, invading him, tensing every muscle as she dipped her head. Nudged his wet length with her nose, grinning, all teeth and tongue.

Holy fuck, he'd never been so turned on in his life.

"Please, do it again... p-please..." came his breathless gasp, twisting his fingers in his sheets. "Want... your mouth..."

She snaked her tongue out, pressing it against the clothed head. Jungkook moaned loudly, the barely there sensation causing his cock to twitch more, the tip so soaked it felt like it was already in her mouth.

"D-Don't tease, please," he begged, desperately trying to move his hips and falling, her grip like steel.

A raspy chuckle.

"I'll give you want you want, love."

Jungkook's brain forgot how to function.

She growled and sunk her teeth into the pocket of wet fabric, shredding his boxer briefs instantly, freeing his cock, which sprang up and wetly smacked her in the cheek. It took him a full second to realize she had bitten the stretched-out fabric of his underwear that appeared because of his erection and not his actual dick, otherwise this would been a very different kind of porno (and not the good kind). Thankfully, his purple-red cock was one hundred percent intact. His black boxer briefs were now only scraps of fabric that flopped uselessly onto his bed, but he didn’t notice or care.

Jungkook yelped as she slathered his balls with her scent, hips shuddering and possibly half-orgasming because it was so fucking good, coating the tip with milky whiteness.

"I c-can't–oh my Goooooood..."

His eyes rolled back and Jungkook fell onto the bed, groaning with pleasure the second her tongue started swiping up his cock, lapping upwards and blanketing the head, drinking up his leaking pre-cum. It only took a second and he was gone, fucking gone, shooting into her throat as her saliva slipped down his hot throbbing length, enveloping him with her mouth, chuckling as she swallowed, curling her tongue around the tip, collecting it.

"Fuck, that's so fucking e-embarrassing..." he choked out, annoyed that he couldn't control it, even after working out so hard to increase his stamina. It had been two months! He did jack off every once in a while, but he had tried to be a good boy and not be too distracting.

Jungkook had a lot pent up, okay?!

Her golden eyes flickered to his brown ones the second he lifted his head to look down at her.

Lips opening, revealing her sharp teeth around his cock. His cock trembled underneath her open jaws.

Yup.

This was turning him on even more.

Jungkook just had to admit this was his kink now.

She wrapped her lips around him again and began to move her head up and down, rushes of intense pleasure rocketing through him, gasping for breath, hips locked in place by her hold, the skin underneath her fingertips bruising because his body was straining so hard, desperately trying to ram into her mouth, but he didn't even feel the pain. Couldn't even consider it. It was like he was spellbound, chasing his release until he let out a dragged-out wail of her name, the wet, warm pressure too much, cock twitching as he came again, thick spurts down her tongue and trickling into her throat. She sucked hard, gulping it down, and, not to be dramatic or anything, but Jungkook swore he saw pearly white gates for a second, holy fuck, the whole experience unreal and almost too much, ecstasy shooting all over his nerves and constricting them, a sweet throb of intensity that refused to dull.

It was all he could feel.

It was glorious.

No drug could compare to the high her mouth on his cock could give him.

"Are you dead?"

Jungkook vaguely heard her husky rasp as she raised herself above him, peering at his face.

"I think so," he wheezed. He nearly forgot to breathe. "Sit on my dick to find out."

"Oh, he's perfectly fine."

Jungkook had maybe half a second to wonder before he squeaked, his still-hard cock suddenly clamped by the hot, dripping vise of her pussy, tail thumping against his legs, her hands now in his chest, rocking back and forth as she sank down, smacking him against every ridge and curve of her walls.

"O-oh, fuck me!"

"I am," she replied, infuriatingly calmly, but Jungkook was doomed now, lost in the aching, overwhelming pleasure, her nails digging into his chest as she smacked her hips into him over and over, loud, sloppy, obscene, fur tail tickling his fucking balls. He couldn't even say no or yes or harder, because he was consumed by lust – breathing? who gave a fuck about that? – crying out her name and arching his back into her nails, enjoying the visceral feeling of her scratches, pussy and thighs viciously squeezing him, ecstasy crashing into him with every thrust.

The first – well, technically, third of the night, first inside – orgasm slammed into him, her nails digging into his chest as he moaned, saliva falling from her lips and onto his pecs, messy splatters that heightened the pleasure, sending tingling shivers over his skin and into his core, matching the shudders of his hips as he shot into her pussy, the sound squishy and slippery as she continued roughly rolling her hips into his, exhaling in satisfaction.

"Want me to slow down?" she breathed out, leaning down, hands beside his head.

"No," he hissed, sheer will tearing his words out of him. "Ruin me, fuck, feels fucking amazing."

A slow grin formed on her face. "Can you handle that?"

"I don't care if I can or not, suffocate it out of him," Jungkook growled, raising himself up a little and presenting his neck, flicking his head to fling back his now sweat-soaked blond hair.

"Bite me when you cum."

You stared at his neck, tendons popping out and straining, muscles flexed underneath you, tan skin stretched taut, your wolf instincts making you drool at this a fucking meal handed to you, pussy throbbing with the fullness of Jungkook's cock. He was still so hard, although perhaps that was also due to you tightening around him. You leaned forward, using more force, more speed to fuck him into his bed, the tenseness all over his body, jaw clenched, his brown eyes on you, pupils blown out. Hunger, craving, insatiable, carnal, speaking to you on a different level, a level he probably didn't even understand, but you did, a feeling you thought only Dires felt, but perhaps he was so connected to you that he was trapped in it too, imprisoned in the intoxication of pleasure.

It rose within you, a rush of wildness, and you grabbed his shoulders, hearing him moan and then the pitch heightened as you sank your teeth into his shoulder, a hoarse hiss as you squeezed his length violently, orgasm bolting through you as your jaws made contact with his skin, his scent invading all your senses, painting your inner walls and your mouth and tongue, drops off blood trickling into your tongue as you moaned his name, switching to sucking instead to avoid doing real damage.

Jungkook seemed not to notice, or maybe he even liked it, because he was whimpering with bliss, hands coming up to press your hips down onto his jerking cock, shooting the last spurts of cum inside you, some of it leaking out and coating his balls, his hold forcing you to sit down on the slippery mess.

Your mouth was still locked around his shoulder, kneading the flesh gently with your teeth, the hint of blood making your eyelids flutter.

Dirty. Rough. Draining.

Feral.

You detached your jaw, arms sliding up to cradle Jungkook's blond head, kissing him softly. He seemed to be in the verge on unconsciousness. His shoulder was badly bruised, nicks of your bite glistening, but no longer bleeding.

"Are you dead?" you murmured, nuzzling his nose. He was breathing very hard, hot pants down your neck, eyes barely open.

"At least I... had the best fuck of my life... before I died..."

"You slept for twelve hours."

"What?" Jungkook panicked, only to howl in pain as he twisted too fast and crumpled back into the bed. The afternoon streamed through the window, birds chirping loudly. How had he slept through all this? He was a heavy sleeper, but to sleep this late…

"Ack... work..."

"I called the manager of the records store. He decided to close for today."

Jungkook paled. "I need that job. You didn't threaten him, did you?"

She blinked at him. "What? No. I just asked if he would give you a couple days off if I paid the store’s rent this month. He seemed very excited about it."

Jungkook blinked. "But... I need money."

Her silvery ears ticked. "For what? I'll buy whatever it is."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Rich people..."

Her lips curved into a playful smirk. "Besides, you needed to recover from all that sex."

He felt his ears heat. It was only then that he realized she was fully dressed, sitting next to him on the bed. Was she leaving? He reached out and clutched her gray hoodie, frowning. The blanket fluttered down, revealing the purple bite on his shoulder.

Then Jungkook jumped and almost screamed, because he realized they weren't alone.

Two men in black suits were standing next to his bed. Neat black ties, crisp white shirts. The taller one had curly black-brown hair and a boxy smile. Honey tan skin and strong features. The shorter one had blond hair and a cheerful smile with plump lips. Small hands, with round soft cheeks that reminded Jungkook of rice cake.

The one with the boxy smile smirked.

"Fun night?" he drawled in his baritone voice.

Jungkook yanked the covers all the way up to his chin.

"W... who are you?" he croaked in shock.

Her silvery ears flicked and she gestured to them calmly, as if their appearance in his fucking bedroom was totally normal.

"Your new personal security. Kim Taehyung," she said, pointing to the one who spoke. "And Park Jimin." The shorter one with the small hands and round cheeks.

Jungkook blinked. "They're human."

Taehyung looked offended. "With guns."

"Tranquilizer guns," Jimin corrected hastily. He had a cheery voice that matched his smile. Jungkook caught his eye though and there was a devilish smirk. Well, he might look innocent. Jungkook scowled at him.

"Who will probably not have to use them," she continued speaking, still not addressing why they were discussing this with Jungkook, quick check, yup, still naked. "Since traveling in a group is safer and attacking three humans at once will be a bigger penalty than one. And Taehyung and Jimin here come highly recommended by my father's security guard."

Jimin puffed his chest proudly and Taehyung smacked him in the chest, deflating him with a squeak.

"Well... the company," Taehyung said, handing Jungkook a business card. Jungkook debated on whether or not to take it. He reached out to receive it, exposing his right tattooed arm and the giant purple bite on his shoulder. Jimin's eyes immediately shifted to it with an amused grin. Jungkook ignored it and took a look at the card.

RJ's Private Security Services We paca-punch! Kim Seokjin, CEO and Head of Security

It was accompanied by a picture of an alpaca in a security uniform with a triumphant pose and phone number.

Jungkook stared at it for a long time, flabbergasted.

???????

Was this even a real company?

It didn't seem real.

That was such a terrible pun. And why an alpaca? What do alpacas have to do with security? How safe was an alpaca when the ones targeting him were, er, wolves? Jungkook was terribly unsure about all this. Also, their first meeting was with him being completely naked, so he wasn’t exactly thrilled.

"Anyway, I wanted you to meet them, because they're your new next-door neighbors now and they'll be escorting you to and from work and any other errands you might have."

Jungkook finally looked up from the card, still not sure if this was reality or if he woke up in an alternate dimension. "What? I already have neighbors."

"Ah, yes," she nodded. "They were thinking about moving. Little one on the way. Noise level was a bit much for them anyway. I found them a bigger space at a good price."

He blinked at her.

Taehyung and Jimin grinned.

She must have had a busy morning.

She stood up and patted the two men on the shoulder. "Well, boys, you've met him, so perhaps it's time to get settled in."

Jimin snickered as he was about to stride away. "Will we experience the typical noise level the neighbors were concerned about throughout the day?"

Taehyung burst out laughing as Jungkook turned into a tomato.

Her silvery ears twitched cheerfully as she walked them out of his bedroom.

"Yes, I think so."

The Dire Alpha sniffed the air.

Scowled.

"Daughter, you're a wolf, not a fucking rabbit," he swore under his breath, picking the meat out of his teeth.

On one hand, he was glad. Proud, even, for his daughter to have such an enthusiastic partner who was clearly very devoted to his pup. On another hand, he wanted to shake the young man's hand and then promptly rip his arm off for touching his precious daughter.

It was a complicated thing, being a parent.

The Alpha didn't think he was a good one. Her mother was better at that. But there wasn't much to do about that now. He made her the best fighter he knew, barring himself, and hoped the education he paid for was enough. It wasn't the best method, but it was what the Alpha ended up doing.

It was a miracle she didn't hate him.

I love you, Father.

One of his claws brushed against the arrowhead pendant. Tapped it twice, looking in the direction of the moon. His snout raised, lips opening, peering into the past, to his silver wolf carrying the silver pup, inheriting her lovely fur.

He seemed about to say something.

Thought better of it.

There was no one to listen.

The Dire Alpha closed his jaws, alone in his stone castle once more.

"Do you want to go on a date?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, I made a reservation at a fancy restaurant and they have an extensive meat selection, so I thought..." Jungkook's face turned pink and he shifted his eyes. "Since some places don't have many menu options for Dires... anyway, maybe we could dress up all fancy and pretend to be high class and all that superficial stuff?"

You blinked at him.

"I'm the Dire Alpha's child, Jungkook. There isn't much higher class for Dires than the Alpha himself."

"R-right..." Jungkook coughed. "Just me then."

"If you're going to be my mate, then you'll be the same class as me."

"Oh... that's right, uh...” An awkward pause. “I take back the part about being superficial."

You let out a mirthful bark. "I'm not offended. My father has quite gaudy and old-fashioned taste. He's a bit sensitive about it when I object." You nuzzled into Jungkook's arms, silvery tail curling around him. "Is there a dress code? We don't have to look fancy to eat fancy."

You heard Jungkook fall silent. You looked up at him, tilting your head, silvery ears perked. Jungkook chewed on his very swollen lip.

"I... wanna see you in a dress. With your ears and tail out," he said slowly, chocolate eyes finding yours. "Feels like so many Dires try to hide it and I wish... wish it wasn't like that. I also just really want to take you on a nice date." He reached up and stroked the fur on one of your ears, expression rueful. "You can wear whatever you want, but I think you would look beautiful in a dark blue dress."

"I don't own a dress."

"What?"

You flicked your ear thoughtfully.

"Do you have another reason, Jungkook?"

"... Uh..."

"Say, perhaps... showing me off?"

Jungkook's face turned bright red. "W-Well, yeah! You're the love of my life! I want to make people jealous of your hotness!"

You cocked his eyebrow, slightly vexed. "Hm, eager to flaunt that you bedded the Alpha's kin?"

Jungkook blinked at you. "What? Speak Korean please."

You paused, the irritation subsiding. That's right. He always forgot your position. By accident, you had slipped into more formal terms due to your annoyance. You were being unfair. Jungkook wasn't a pugnacious Dire chasing an ambition. He was just a guy who worked at a records store and liked being drooled on by you.

Okay, that was a little harsh, but kind of true.

"Sorry, I assumed something again," you apologized. "I'm too used to people having ulterior motives when they interact with me."

"I have ulterior motives," Jungkook piped up.

You felt him try to grab your hips and lift you, but you firmly stayed in place. Jungkook swore under his breath.

"Why do I work out five days a week and I still can't move you?" he puffed exasperatedly, shaking you by the waist.

"I'm shifting my center of gravity to counteract you–"

"Can't you romance or seduce me instead of science-ing me?"

Silence.

"No, that doesn't count," Jungkook gritted out, trying to resist.

You opened your mouth and he was on you in a heartbeat.

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Oh, what am I supposed to do without you

Loki x daughter!reader

Summary: Loki thought he was in a good place. He was married, happy and having a child. He should’ve known the universe wasn’t that kind.

A/N: God I’m so sorry about this one lol. Not much of the reader but I will be making a second part. I hope yall like this one though. Inspiration came from “Mr, Loverman” and this fic.

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The silence was rattling. It creeped into the room, slowly,menacingly. Threatening to make him go mad. It wrapped around his body like a familiar friend. Making it hard for him to breath as it suffocated him. He knew they were staring at him. Trying to figure out what he would do next, whether he would break or not. Truthfully he didn’t know what he would do. For now he just starred as well. Not at them, of course not. He stared at the one thing that mattered. His reason for waking up and living. The one person in this entire universe who gave his world color. He reached out to touch her. Touch the hands that were always so warm against his cold skin. Hands that held his firm and sure as she pulled him along behind her, a smile on her beautiful face. Hands that were now cold and limp, the radicant glow she had been known for gone dark. The colors she brought to his world dimmed to dull, gre, muted hues. Then a sound broke through the silence. two sounds actually. One a wail of new life, a baby taking her first breaths, and another. A wail of a man who has lost everything. A wail of agony and pain.

As the healers bustled around him, Loki had only one thought in his head.

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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Three months later and Loki still felt the emptiness left by his love. He heard her at night, humming sweet melodies as she stroked his hair. He hears her heartbeat as he eventually falls asleep, worn out by his constant tears. His room is in shambles, his clothes strewn about the floor, furniture smashed, everything is destroyed. Except for the things that belong to her. Her silk dresses that draped on her body perfectly were still hanging, untouched. The books she spent hours reading and re-reading remained on the shelf, collecting dust as they were no longer used. He doesn’t let anyone in their chambers. The space where they both shared. Space where they fought, made up, made love. To let someone else in would be tainting it. Soiling the memories they made together. That was one thing he could never do.

Another was look at the little monster who is responsible for this tragedy.

It was a girl. The daughter of one Loki Odinson and his beloved.

Ironic. This child was supposed to bring happiness with its birth. Not even cleaned and it already managed to take away Loki’s light. He can barely stand looking at it. He tried, of course he tried. But within minutes he had to call the nurse to take it away. Why?

Because she has her mothers eyes.

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“Loki”

“Get out”

“Loki, it's been nine months since your child was--”

“THAT THING IS NO CHILD OF MINE”

Frigga was taken aback. She knew her son was heartbroken, devastated at the loss of his wife. But to disown his daughter, that was something she didn’t see coming.

“Loki, you are being unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable? My wife has died because if that creature--”

“It is a child. A babe who has no idea who her father nor her mother is.”

“And as far as I’m concerned she never will!” Loki shouts, finally looking up at his mother.

Frigga heart breaks for her son. She sees the utter agony he is in, the inner torment going on in his soul. Even if she didn’t see it in his face, the state of his room and self gives it away. He looks like he hasn’t bathed in the nine months that has passed. His clothes were rumpled and wrinkled, hair unkempt and wild. His face was pale and hollow, as if he was only eating enough to survive. He had dark bags under his eyes that showed that he hasn’t been sleeping well. He truly was a man who was broken, almost beyond repair.

“My son” Frigga said carefully,” I can never understand the pain you are going through, I pray to Valhalla I will not have to anytime soon. But please if not for yourself or that child, for the memory of her, attempt to see your daughter before making a rash decision.” And with that, she walked out of his chamber, leaving Loki to the silence again as he stared at the spot his mother stood. considering her words, he got up. picked up his room, went to bathe and walked out of the room for the first time in nine months.

His face held no emotion as he walked down the hallways. He saw the servants stop and stare at him, shock filled their face as they saw the prince. He glared at them, sending them scurrying at the dark glance. He reached the nursery, the maid who oversaw the nursery tried to stop him.

“My lord, you--”

“Where is the child.” He said, calm and cool. The maid looked at him in fear, not knowing how to respond. At her silence, Loki scoffed and pushed her away, marching into the nursery. Upon entering he froze, memories of him and his beloved discussing the design they wanted for their child

**“Darling, why does the color shade matter? It’s not like the child has expectations.”

Laughter fills the air, “Loki, we must put every effort into showing our child they are loved. That includes finding the perfect shade of green to go with the room”

Loki looks at his wife, gently smiling.”If you say so my dear”**

The room was perfect. The walls were a beautiful shade of green that allowed the light into the room. There were vines and flowers crawling up the walls and draped over curtains. A white and gold crib stood in the middle of the chamber. A veil draped over it, preventing Loki from seeing the child inside. He was thankful as he worked up the courage to walk up to it. He looked out the window, seeing the stars that covered the sky, the lights of Asgard covering the earth.

She would have loved it.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the crib. He pulled back the veil only to see that there was no child in there.

“The babe is with your mother my lord.”

He turned to the maid. Embarrassed that she might have witnessed him reminiscing.

“And where is my mother” He asked

“In-in the dining hal--”

He walked away before she was able to finish her sentence. He took long strides to the hall, wondering his his mother had tricked him into eating with the family.On the way, he passed a window overlooking the garden. He thinks of the times where he used to sit in it and listen to her read.

*** “...exquisite, in question more. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows”

“My love, why do you insist on reading these midgardian stories?”

Her laughter reaches his ears, “Because beloved, it's a different perspective to something familiar”

“Oh? and what is that ?”

“Love” ***

“oki--”

Hearing his name, Loki is brought back to present times once more. He looks to see Thor, watching him with careful eyes.

“Brother, it is wonderful to see you.”

“I wish I can say the same.”

Thor laughs, a soft chuckle compared to the booming laughter Loki knows he is capable of.

“Ah Loki, your dry wit has been missed”

Loki rolls his eyes and starts walking and Thor follows. The two walking in silence.

“What is it like?” Loki says softly. Thor looks at him in confusion.

“It?”

“The child.”

“Oh brother, Y/n is--”

“Y/n?”

That was the name she wanted. If they were to have a girl. She was determined, seeing the name in the book she loved to read. He remembers when they were telling his family she was with child.

*** Everyone was seated, servants bustling around the long table. Laughter filled the hall as the sun was setting.

“Loki, you said you had news to tell us” Frigga said, taking a sip of her wine.

Loki smiled, looking at his wife. Her face absolutely radiant as she flashes a smile of pure joy.

“ Well,” Loki waits till Thor has taken a large swig of ale, “ My beloved and are are expecting a child.”

Gasps fill the room as well as Thor's hacking, ale being spewed on the table.

“Oh Loki that is wonderful!!” Frigga exclaims standing from her seat to embrace him. “Oh my dear, this is the most wonderous news,”

“BROTHER I can’t believe it!” Thor exclaims, lifting Loki in a crushing hug. And for once, he didn’t mind it. He turns to her and hugs her more gently. “ You are just full of surprises aren’t you, starlight”

Laughter, “Thor, I thought I told you to stop calling me that”

Silence fills the hall as Odin clears his throat, “ Loki, you have made me proud.”

Loki smiles as his love beams at him.

“Thank you father.”**

They reached the dining hall. A cold feeling formed in the pits of his stomach. He can see his mother, talking with a maid as she bounces the child. He can’t see it, as Frigga's back is turned to him. Odin’s presence is notably absent, a small relief on Loki's part.

Thor notices his brother’s nerves, he pats him on the back and says, “You can do this Loki.” Then walks off to join his mother. He kisses his mothers cheek and smiles at the child. He picks her up, bouncing her a few times prompting a small laugh. Loki gimances at the sound.

Thor walks up to him with the baby.

“Loki, this is Y/n Odinson”

He looks at the child. He takes in its features, Beautiful curly hair, already thick and voluminous even at this age. Brown skin, unblemished and clean. Cheeks, chubby with baby fat. And...its eyes. Those damn eyes, he could barely stand it, (e/c) eyes, the same as his lost love. In fact, almost all it’s features that once belonged to his darling. A pain filled his body. He really couldn’t stand looking at this child.

Not when his beloved wasn’t there to gaze upon their child as well.

No, this was not his child. Not anymore.

“Get rid of it.”

Shock filled the faces of both Thor and Frigga.

“Loki you cannot be serious.”

“Brother..”

“I SAID GET RID OF IT” Loki shouts. “I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT LITTLE MONSTER.”

And with that he leaves the dining hall. Leaving behind his mother, brother and the last piece of his wife he had. He hears it’s cries fill the silence.

He had only one thought in his head as he entered his chambers.

“What am I supposed to do without you”

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The Busy Bean

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Coworkers to lovers AU

Word count: 5.6K

A/N: Hi all! This is my entry for Sadie’s (@meetmeinfleetwood) To Lovers Fic Challenge!! As always, many thanks to Mia (@hardcandy-harry) and Lu (@meetmymouth even tho shes taking a little break lol) for being wonderful betas!! I really love it and I hope you enjoy it too! You can find more of my writing in my masterlist and I would love to hear what you think (or anything else lol) in my ask!

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The first day at a new job is a universally terrifying experience.

You can’t sleep the night before, head full of nightmare scenarios of evil customers and mean bosses, and a swirl of anxiety continues to bubble in the pit of your stomach, refusing to slow or calm. There's a part of you that prays they will call and tell you that they don’t need your help anymore, despite how bad you need the money. But the call never comes, and the next day you stand in front of the building, desperately trying to take deep breaths and slow your heart rate, bracing yourself for whatever is to come whenever you enter.

This is where Y/N was today, in a mess of shaky palms with slight blue bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep that wouldn’t disappear no matter how hard her concealer tried. She stood in front of the large plate glass window of the cafe, sneaking glimpses and trying to prepare herself for whatever awaited before she actually reached to take the door handle. With a glance at her watch that signaled it was time for her to arrive, she took one last deep breath and entered the small but cozy space.

The cafe itself wasn’t open yet, devoid of customers with only a few lights behind the counter on, but it was full of the delightful and familiar smell of coffee that swirled around her head. The wall to her left was an exposed brick that had been painted white with a long table running along it with stools tucked underneath and a long cafe counter ran the length of the shop to her right. The far back wall of the shop was a giant book shelf with books stacked from the bottom of the top, arranged in a rainbow pattern along each shelf. The store was unbearably charming.

“Hello?” she felt herself call out softly into the empty space. Her voice came out slightly timid, her anxious mind not giving her lips full permission to speak.

She listened to a shuffling and a distant voice muttering “shit,” that seemed to be coming from a door that sat behind the counter where the few lights had been turned on. Before long, a man with curly hair popped his head out from the back hallway, giving her a wide dimpled smile. “Just give me a minute!” he said, holding up his pointer finger for a second, before disappearing back into the hall. After a few more moments of shuffling and muffled cursing, he reappeared. His face held the same dimpled grin as before.

“You must be Y/N,” he said, reaching out a hand for her to shake across the counter. “Boss man said you would be starting today.”

“That’s me,” she spoke gently, still apprehensive in the new surroundings. She placed her hand in his and he shook it with a friendliness she hadn’t expected from her first couple minutes in a new work space. His hand was warm and his nails were painted a bright and sunshiny yellow.

“I’m Harry. It’s great to meet you!” His voice was deep, but light and enthusiastic, far too excited for the early morning calm that she had been reveling in on her walk to the shop.

She decided quickly that he looked like a ‘Harry’ and that his name matched his cheerful disposition. His green eyes shined, even in the relatively dim early morning light that illuminated the room through the front window, and they held a disarming and calming quality that slowed her heart rate for the first time since she had woken up.

“You too.” She forced a smile onto her lips, hoping to conceal the first day jitters that ran through her system.

“Don’t worry about your first day,” he read her like a book. “Everyone here is very nice and you have the best trainer in the world.”

“I’m assuming that’s you?” she questioned, letting out a light chuckle.

“Well, of course it is.”

She was slightly taken aback by the peculiar, yet undeniably charming, man that stood across the counter from her. He was dressed in a loose fitting black sweater that looked cozy and soft, paired with wide-legged tan slacks, all covered with a dark green apron that had the cafe’s logo on the chest. The Busy Bean was embroidered in a light yellow sitting above a mug with a bumble bee on it; it was charming and cute, fitting in well with the plethora of plants and flowers that filled the cafe.

He must have noticed her staring at the logo. “You like the name?” he asked her, pointing at the logo that sat on his chest. She nodded softly, a smile finding its way on to her lips. “We’re going to be very busy beans in about,” he paused to check his watch, “thirty minutes when we open. So put this on,” he slid her very own apron across the counter, “and let's get ready.”

Harry wasn’t lying when he said they were going to be busy.

While the shop had intentionally started her on a Saturday morning when it was usually a bit slower, the morning rush came in and threw her for a tizzy. She took orders and ran them to tables for what seemed like hours, kept far away from the coffee bar as she was unsure of how to make all of the drinks yet. But thankfully, she wasn’t alone.

Soon after opening, another woman arrived, wearing the same dark green apron that matched Y/N and Harry’s. She had long dark hair that fell to the small of her back and in gentle waves and glowing mocha skin with golden eyes. She introduced herself as Isla, with a warm and friendly smile, and stationed herself behind the counter, making drink after drink that smelled intoxicatingly delicious. Y/N thanked god, or whatever was out there, that she and Harry had someone else to help them out while customers flowed in and out of the shop.

Harry hung by her side for the entirety of the morning rush, carefully watching her every move, and gently redirecting her when she seemed to make a mistake. He was kind and she could tell that he genuinely wanted her to learn, not just to do a job well for efficiency’s sake. There was never a trace of frustration on his features, just patience and good will.

Around noon, the flood of patrons looking for their morning coffee began to slow, finally giving Y/N an opportunity to rest. She flopped herself down on a stool that sat behind the counter and released a long sigh, stretching her neck and slumping her shoulders. She was met by sympathetic giggles coming from her two new co-workers.

“Honey,” Isla began with a hint of pity in her voice, “that was nothing.”

“What did I get myself into?” Y/N chuckled through a groan, putting her face in her hands out of exhaustion.

“I promise it gets easier,” Harry chimed in, always one to calm someone’s anxieties. “You just need to get into the swing of things.”

“What I need to do is learn how to make all the fancy coffees that people keep asking me for,” she said, peeking through her fingers at her still amused coworkers.

A look was passed between the two of them, Isla eventually moving out of the way and motioning for Harry to take over the coffee bar. “Come on Baby Barista, lets teach you some of the basics.”

His nickname for her made her release a loud laugh, immediately stifling it to a few giggles when she realized she had caused a few patrons to look up and over at her. Her cheeks warmed instantly, embarrassed for disturbing them, and she added another item to the list of things she was learning never to do again with customers in the store.

He guided her over to the counter full of machinery including pots of coffee, hot water, an espresso machine, and more equipment she couldn’t even identify. He spoke to her gently and gave her all his attention, carefully talking her through how to make a few of the most ordered drinks. Other than almost burning herself a couple times, she was starting to get the hang of it. She had a very hard time wiping the smile off of her face after Harry taste tested each one and gave his seal of approval.

“Not bad, Baby Barista,” he complimented with a dimpled smile and a slight nod after she handed him what she believed was a caramel latte. She reveled in his praise, wanting to do her job well, but also loving his approval and the nickname he had now assigned to her.

They did this coffee lesson for a few more hours, as the shop slowed to almost a complete stop as they got closer to closing time. Isla had headed home and there were only a few stragglers left that had spent their days working or reading in the cafe as the sun began to set around 5pm, with closing at 6. Harry diligently continued to teach her as much as he could in one day as they began to close up the shop and get ready for the next day. He was easy to talk to and their conversation seemed to flow effortlessly as they swept and did dishes.

“So, what brought you to London?” he asked after a short lul, looking at her with an inquisitive look, the ever present dimple on his cheek and grin on his lips disarming her easily.

“Oh, you know,” she stumbled over her words slightly, “I just needed a fresh start.”

“No mysterious or heartbreaking backstory I need to know about?” he quipped, a questioning eyebrow perched on his forehead. She let out another loud laugh, deciding not to quiet herself this time as there was only one customer left in the store.

“No,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she swept. “I got dumped in a small town and needed to get away from them. It was like they were around every corner.” She wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, but he just had a way of pulling the truth from her. “I always dreamed of living here and the breakup was the kick in the ass I needed to actually do it.”

“I’m glad you made it here, but I’m sorry about the breakup.”

“Don’t be,” she smiled. “Definitely for the best.”

“Okay, then I won’t be.” His eyes had a mischievous glint behind them, but she couldn’t exactly place what he was getting at.

They worked together in a comfortable silence after that, making sure everything was ready for the morning to come and clean from the day that was leaving. Y/N covered a yawn as Harry told her that she was done for the day.

As she clocked out and gathered her things, she heard Harry’s voice as she moved towards the exit. “Do you live close by? I can give you a ride if you need. Don’t want you having to walk too far in the dark.” His offer was sweet and made her smile.

“I’m pretty close and I like the walk.” She grabbed onto the handle of the front door but couldn’t make herself leave just yet. “Thank you for being so patient with me today, Harry,” she said looking back towards him and connecting their eyes. She tried to convey her emotions to him on her face, something she wasn’t always very good at.

“No problem. We’re happy to have you here, Baby Barista.”

With a final nod and a light flush to her cheeks, she set off down the street towards her new flat. It wasn’t a long walk, just long enough to get a little chill in her bones from the cold winter air and to turn her nose into a small icicle.

She reflected on her first day as she walked. She liked Isla, and really liked Harry. And while she was very busy, it was good busy, not the type of busy that depletes your energy and makes you want to fall over at the end of the day. It was a kind of busy that kept her on her toes, ready to learn, and develop a skill.

Her thoughts were broken through when she noticed the old beat up red car that seemed to be following her down the road. It drove slowly, as if it didn’t want it to see her, and took extra long at intersections like it was hoping to stay behind her. She took a turn she didn’t need to at the next block, and another after that, and when the car continued to follow, her heart began to race.

She thought about running, or going up to a pedestrian and asking for help; she even considered calling her mum just to stay on the phone with her until she got home. It wasn’t until she recognized the green eyes and dimples behind the wheel that her heart began to slow. She turned around fully then, making eye contact with the man who had been following her, and crossing her arms in front of her and shooting a questioning eyebrow up at him.

He wore a look of shame as his car slowed to a stop in the street next to her.

“Excuse me sir,” she said sarcastically, bending over to look in the window and get a better look at his embarrassed rosey cheeks. “Why were you following me?”

“I wasn’t being a creep, I promise,” he quickly defended. “This neighborhood gets a little dangerous at night and I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” He looked panicked and frazzled, clearly not planning on being caught. It was the first time she had seen him without a smile on his face all day.

“Harry, you were the thing that was making me feel unsafe,” she said, playfully scolding him through giggles. She watched as his face fell in a flood of relief that she wasn’t angry with him. “If you told me that you were going to follow me home anyway, I would have taken the ride.”

“I’m sorry.” He hung his head and ran a stressed hand through his curls.

“It’s okay, Harry,” she smiled softly. “I appreciate you caring enough to make sure I got home.” She rested a hand on the passenger side door handle. “And now you’re going to drive me the rest of the way home to make up for making me get off my normal route,” she laughed as she pulled on the handle and settled herself into the passenger seat.

The car was old, but clean and it smelled like the cologne he wore that she had picked up on a few times throughout the day. He was quiet, hanging his head like a child who had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar, as she directed him towards her flat. “I’m sorry, again,” was all he said when he pulled up in front of the building.

“Don’t be,” she smirked, using the same words she had earlier in the day when discussing her breakup. She exited the car, giving him a wave, and a call of “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before entering the building and shutting the door behind her.

***

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Y/N became fast friends.

After about a week of begging, she finally broke down and allowed him to pick her up and drive her home from work every day. Their morning rides consisted of the perpetually peppy and excitable morning person in the driver's seat blabbering on about something he saw on the news while he was getting ready or going on about a new book he was reading, while she would settle her still sleepy head on the window and rest her eyes for just a few more minutes before their day was forced to begin. At the end of the day, Harry was the quiet one, letting her recount the day (usually complaining about unruly customers or people that would sit and steal their wifi all day without ordering anything), while he drove her at a painfully slow pace to her flat. He always waited until she got inside the building, even asking her to text him when she got inside her tiny flat.

“I just want to make sure you got inside safe,” he would argue when she teased him about it.

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” she would rebut.

“Then I’m not coming to help you anymore when you can’t figure out the milk steamer, Baby Barista.”

“Don’t threaten me with that stupid milk steamer. It has so many buttons you need to work for NASA to understand it,” she would groan, only to be met with a teasing glare from the curly man next to her. “Fine, I take it back,” she would always concede.

His protectiveness was not unwelcome to her. If she was being honest with herself, Harry was the only real friend she had made since she made the move to London and she was quickly becoming heart crushingly lonely. She took any care that anyone in the new and scary city was willing to give her with open arms.

He was her only friend. They got on so well, she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the extra few minutes she spent with him every morning and evening in the car. Maybe even a little too much.

At work, there was usually a chorus of laughter and giggles coming from their direction as Harry had taken her under his wing while she learned the ropes. There were days they would stay late after they had been off the clock making drinks over and over again; him patiently teaching, and her desperately trying to learn. There were definitely a few failures along the way, but they were always met with a teasing joke and then careful step-by-step directions on how she could fix it.

Technically Harry was her boss, store manager to be specific, but they worked alongside each other seamlessly, him never barking orders at her or using a harsh or authoritative tone.

Until today.

Y/N had been talking to one of their regulars, Robby, after she delivered an Americano to his table in the corner while it was particularly slow. Robby came in often, always shooting Y/N a bright smile and peppering compliments into their quick conversations. He was gorgeous, she couldn’t deny that; he had deep brown skin and an athletic build that she was sure was muscular under the thick sweater he was wearing to protect him from the cold. But he wasn’t her type, a little too arrogant and self-obsessed for her liking, always figuring out a way to turn their quick conversations back to himself. While it was fun to flirt with him, she knew it would never go any further than that.

“When do you get off?” Robby had asked suddenly, derailing their conversation away from the drink she had just delivered him. “I would love to take you out and see you in something other than that god awful apron.”

“Hey! I quite like my apron,” she playfully feigned offense, reaching to lightly swat him on the arm. “And while I appreciate your offer, I just got out of something pretty long term and I’m really not looking for anything right now. I’m sorry, Robby.” She forced a friendly pout onto her face, pretending like she was actually sorry for denying him.

Before he could respond, she heard an annoyed voice call her name from behind the counter. Whipping her head around to see who it was, she found Harry wearing an annoyed and frustrated face she had never seen him make before, especially not directed towards her. “We need some help back here. You have a job to do, remember?” he scolded, eyebrows furrowed and jaw steeled.

Her cheeks flushed white hot, embarrassed to be reprimanded like that in front of the whole shop. She hung her head in shame as she quickly walked back behind the counter. She was beyond embarrassed, suddenly uncomfortable in a place she had finally begun to come into her own in. She was learning and doing a good job, at least that was what she had been told, by both Isla and Harry; but the uneasy feeling in her stomach kept her from feeling comfortable for the rest of the day.

She carefully and quietly navigated behind the counter for the rest of her shift, sheepishly doing her best to stay out of her coworkers’ way and just do her job.

For the first time, she was slapped in the face with the reality that Harry wasn’t just her friend; he was her boss. He had an authority over her, and could probably get her in trouble with the owner, or even fired if he really wanted to. Navigating a business-like relationship was awkward and abnormal for them both, but Y/N decided she needed to learn how to quickly.

There was another reason his silent treatment seemed to hurt, one that Y/N had been trying her best to ignore. An undeniable crush had begun to build in her for the bright and bubbly man, despite however hard she had tried to fight it.

Harry made her feel safe, always keeping an eye out for her and trying to make sure she was alright. He made her laugh more than anyone she had ever known and their chemistry together felt electric. But what warmed her heart, and what now hurt the most, was that it felt like he cared about her just as much as she cared for him.

But now, it all felt like a fairytale she had built up in her head.

Their usual banter and giggles fell quiet for the rest of their day, reducing to curt directions from Harry and understanding hums from Y/N, following his orders without question or comment. Even Isla was quiet, not daring to breach the tension the pair had created between themselves.

The car ride home was quiet and strained that day.

But she still texted him when she was safe inside her flat.

***

While she had prayed that the next day would be like any other, their morning ride to work was filled with much of the same silence.

Harry fiddled with the heat and the radio in an effort to avoid her eyes or having to make conversation, eventually settling on a station that was playing old classic rock she didn’t recognize. He drove like she wasn’t even in the car, staring silently ahead at the road. She sat stiffly in the passenger seat fiddling with her fingers, not daring to get comfortable in a space that was all his.

At work, they both held tight to the tension, only muttering at each other when absolutely necessary. She kept her head down and just did what she was told to do.

She was at the counter when a woman approached the coffee bar, seeming to bark her order for an extra hot cappuccino with extra foam at Y/N. Her face was twisted into an angry pout, like she had just smelled something bad, and spat her words out her words. Y/N just nodded and breathed a “yes, maam,” unable to fight with any nasty customers today while her head was so occupied with Harry. She was off her game.

The woman hovered at the counter, watching intensely and tapping her foot impatiently as Y/N fought with the dreaded milk steamer attachment to one of their large industrial machines. She would have sworn that she pressed the extra hot setting.

Passing the full mug to the woman at the register, Y/N watched as she took a long sip of the drink before paying, something that wasn’t really allowed, but Y/N just didn’t have the fight in her today to reprimand her.

“That will be £2,” Y/N spoke softly with as much sweetness as she could muster, afraid of what could come out of the woman’s mouth. She watched as her face turned even more sour than before after she finished the long drag from the cup.

“I’m not paying for this,” she declared, nose stuck high in the air.

“I’m sorry?” Y/N asked with confusion clear in her voice. “Is there something wrong with it?”

“It’s not extra hot and there is no extra foam.”

“Okay, I’m very sorry about that,” she said apologetically, even though she knew for a fact the drink had both of those things, and released an exhausted sigh. “I will make you another.”

The woman’s eyes flicked down the counter in Harry’s direction, rudely snapping her fingers at him to catch his attention. He was hunched over the back counter, somehow worsening his already terrible posture, trying to eat a sandwich as fast as he could before his break was over. “Are you her boss?” she shouted at him, even though he could have heard her without raising her voice at him.

Y/N’s eyes were already filled with anxiety when Harry connected his with her’s, seeming to wordlessly ask what was going on and Isla watched on in terror. She felt her body try to shrink away from the woman before her and Harry as he came closer.

“I’m the store manager. Is there something going on that I could help with?” His eyes kept flashing back and forth between Y/N and the woman, trying to decipher the situation without words.

“I want you to remake my drink.”

“I’m actually on a break-”

“No,” she cut him off mid-sentence. “If she makes my drink again, she is just going to fuck it up all over again. She’s obviously incompetent.”

Y/N eyes flew open at her words, a mix of shock and hurt running through her. With her heart beginning to race, never one for confrontation, she wanted to melt into the floor and disappear all together.

Harry’s face hardened at the woman as she hurled insults towards Y/N. Stepping in front of her, as if putting his body between her and the woman could protect her from her harsh words, he took a deep breath before he began to speak again. “First of all, you will not speak to anyone who works here like that,” he defended her. “Second, I’m sure she’s completely capable of making your drink again if you give her a moment.”

“I don’t want her to make it and I have places to be,” she continued to fight. “I don’t have time for some pathetic newbie to give it another try.”

Her comments hit Y/N hard in her existing feelings of inadequacy and before she knew it, her vision was beginning to blur. She felt like this woman was repeatedly kicking her while she was already down.

“You have to leave.”

Harry’s voice was angry. It wasn’t the frustration or annoyance she had heard the day before, and it was a far departure from the kind and patient tone she had grown to love since she began working at the shop. It was full of anger, something she had never heard from him and an emotion she hadn’t even been sure he could feel before this point.

“I’m not leaving until I get another drink that’s correct and free.”

“I will call the cops if you don’t leave right now.”

Y/N couldn’t stand to watch this unfold before her any longer. An anxious weight had settled on her chest and she had felt the tears begin to roll. She was gone from the counter, running towards the soundproof walk-in fridge in the back hall. She planned on shutting herself inside and sobbing until she froze.

She stood in the freezing chill, holding her arms tight to her frame, desperate to keep herself warm and shield herself from the wrath that was playing out in the cafe. The cold seemed to ground her and the distance she had put between herself and the woman eased her stress, but the tears continued to flow as her eyes ran over the stock of the fridge in an attempt to distract herself.

A knock came from outside the heavy metal door that startled her, a soft and patient voice that she knew so well called through. “Y/N, are you okay? Can I come in?”

After doing her best to wipe the tears off her raw and cold cheeks, she choked out a small “yes.”

The door carefully opened and she was met with a soft and empathetic gaze from the only person she wanted to comfort her. He breathed a soft “come here,” before he opened his arms wide. She bolted into them, letting his giant frame envelop her whole in the warmth that always radiated from him. Y/N let herself weep softly into his chest as the dizzying scent of his cologne took over her senses.

He held her close to him for a few moments, letting her get all her emotions out, before releasing her body and taking her face into his somehow still warm hands, using his thumbs to swipe away a few more tears that had managed to escape.

“I don’t think that I even messed her drink up,”she broke the silence, feeling pathetic as he held her in his hands.

“I know you didn’t. She won’t be coming back.”

“Thank you for defending me,” she said, hiccuping as she stared into his comforting eyes. “I feel so stupid. I’m sorry.” She went to pull away, but he continued to hold her close.

“No, this is all my fault,” he shook his head slightly, eyebrows drawn together in concern. “If I hadn’t been such a dick yesterday then none of this would have happened. I’m so sorry.” His eyes held honesty, determined to be granted absolution by the girl before him.

“I don’t like it when we don’t get along,” she squeaked. “I really don’t like it when you yell at me and make me feel like I’m not doing my job well.”

He sighed hard, his face looking like his brain was going a mile a minute. “I have to be honest with you,” he confessed. “I wasn’t acting like an asshole yesterday because you weren't doing your job; you were just doing fine. I was upset you were flirting with that guy.”

She felt her lips fall into a small ‘oh.’ While she hadn’t meant anything by what she thought was harmless flirting, Harry hadn’t known that. The frustration and annoyance she had heard was in actuality all jealousy.

“You were jealous?” she asked softly, bringing a hand up to hold over one of his own that were still holding her face.

“Well, yeah,” he said with an awkward shrug. “I just thought that there might be something between us.”

He looked so adorable like this, slightly uncomfortable and shy. She looked at him intensely as an excited bubble began to form in her stomach at the idea that this massive crush had been mutual the whole time.

“There is.”

She couldn’t hold back her smile any longer, a grin breaking out onto her face as she nodded at him. The cold of the fridge was no longer nipping at her skin, her whole body radiating a flattered and excited blush of heat. The screaming she had just endured felt long behind her although it had only been a few minutes.

He mirrored her giddy expression. She watched as all the tension in his face began to melt away in relief and it reminded her of the look on his face when she teased him after he followed her home that first day.

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed. “I was so worried that you were going to friendzone me forever.”

“I thought you were going to employee-zone me,” she chuckled.

“Are you going to kiss me or keep staring?”

A wide cheeky smile stretched across his lips, before she reached up and connected hers to his. The kiss was caring and sweet, but it felt like it sealed something she had been feeling since the first day they had met.

Their lips moved smoothly against each other, interrupted occasionally by a smile one of them couldn’t contain or a giggle that slipped from one of their mouths. She wasn’t nervous or overwhelmed by his proximity. She was so comfortable in his embrace. He was her best friend, after all.

They broke apart after a few moments, giant grins plastered on their faces that neither of them could manage to wipe away. “I liked that a lot,” Harry beamed, a boyish flush to his cheeks.

“Me too,” she mirrored him.

They spent a few more minutes in the fridge, swirling in a daze of infatuation and affection. “Do you think anyone heard us?” he asked softly, looking over towards the large metal door that had been left open a crack, before it flung open and they were met with a thrilled Isla.

“Yes, I heard you!” she exclaimed. “It’s about time!”

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Church | H.S.

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Song by: Chase Atlantic

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: mention of religion/church, smut, mention of masterbation, sexualizing y/n, sexualization of innocence [y/n is over 18 and I do not romanticize the innocent look of a church girl. It’s all for the story line], oral [m receiving], rough play, minors DNI, daddy kink, pet names.

A/N: I will have to go ask for forgiveness. I would say for you all to listen to church while reading it, if y’all want. Also I’m religious so yea it was hard to write this but I liked writing it???? It was fun lol.

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Y/n had always been religious. Growing up in a religious home where they were strict to her made her believe in God and couldn’t go a day without praying. Every Sunday she was at church, the seven in the morning mass. It was something that she had come to be used to. After she moved out to go to college, church was the only place that made her feel at home. She was the girl that was known as the good girl, she didn’t go to parties, didn’t drink unless it was from the church, didn’t do drugs and she was saving herself until marriage. Many judged her based on what her roommate would tell her.

She wasn’t oblivious to the stares she got from boys at her college, she in fact was used to them. Ever since she was small she would get complimented on her appearance, on the way she dressed and the way she looked. It was always innocent until she hit puberty. Boys would be drilling over her and calling her pretty and most of the times she would get called hot. She ignored them, many didn’t understand why she wasn’t all over the boys, the girls at least couldn’t comprehend. Y/n only dedicated herself to school and God, or at least she thought. Going into high school she had gotten a boyfriend, the golden boy. He was the star of the school who everyone loved even Y/N until one night they both explored their body.

In Y/N head she was sinning; getting fingered in her boyfriend’s room meant sinning for her. After that first night she couldn’t help but to pray every night, asking for forgiveness. She would start getting thoughts that she knew she shouldn’t be thinking about but couldn’t help, causing herself to explore her own body.

She ended up going to confession every Saturday.

Now in her third year of college, completely clean, as she would say, a boy comes around. It was all thanks to her roommate, Claudia.

Claudia had been out partying as she usually did on Saturdays, while Y/N was in her room studying for the upcoming test on Monday. Because Y/N had earphones with music playing out loud, she didn’t hear the door to the apartment open and close shut. Laughter was heard throughout the apartment, a couple of groans from bumping into furniture and yet Y/N didn’t hear a thing.

Claudia had come home drunk, this time her friend, Harry, had to bring her all the way into the apartment and to her room, helping her get to bed without hurting herself.

After getting her to bed and taking her shoes off, he left her room, closing the door behind him. He was gonna leave and head home but heard rustling deeper in the hall. Looking into the semi lit up hallway he saw how there was another door which was slightly open, letting light out into the hall, making it light up. He couldn’t help but to walk towards the door, wondering who Claudia's roommate was. He found it weird how he had known her for a while and had come to the apartment several times but never knew who the roommate was. Getting to the door, he couldn’t help but to knock, the door opening wider than it was. He slowly poked his head in and saw a girl sitting on her bed, a book on her lap and papers around her legs.

Y/N couldn’t help but to feel as if she was being watched and as an instinct, she looked up, jumping slightly and tearing the earphones out of her ears.

“Who the hell are you!” She got up on her knees, still on her bed, causing the book to fall into the mattress and for the papers to move around. Harry’s eyes widened, putting his hands in front of himself shaking them in defense.

“I’m Claudia’s friend. Dropped her off just now. Didn’t know anyone was home. Sorry.” Y/N didn’t relax because one, a hot guy was standing at the door of her room and two, she was in only a t-shirt and undies. She could feel her face heat up, praying that he wouldn’t notice the lack of bottoms.

While staring at each other, not saying anything, a smirk slowly broke into his lips.

“I know you.” Y/N glanced sideways, slightly confused but looked back at him finding him looking down at her body.

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that.” She crossed her arms over her chest feeling the need to cover herself.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen already,” he said, not helping to let out a chuckle at the look Y/n had on her face.

“You’re that religious chick aren’t you?” Y/n didn’t have to ask who he meant because she knew what he was talking about. She simply nodded, a smile breaking on Harry’s

face.

“I’m Harry by the way.” She noticed a familiar feeling in between her legs when he said his name, the accent causing her to clench her legs in reflex. Harry noticed but didn’t say anything, not knowing what was appropriate to say to her knowing she was really religious.

“Alright kitty, I’m gonna go. See you around,” He sent her a wink before he left her room and closed the door behind him.

Y/n felt the blush and the tingling in her core but couldn’t help to look down at her hips where her underwear was, just to see that she in fact was wearing her hello kitty underwear.

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After the walk-in on Saturday, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about the way Harry looked. Not at her but how he looked physically. She hadn’t known who he was until that night, didn’t even see him around campus, that is if he even went to school.

He just looked like pure trouble. The long hair, the black clothes, the tattoos that were very much visible with the short sleeve he was wearing, even the way he smelled. He was a walking time bomb of trouble.

When Monday rolled around she couldn’t help but notice him. She had never seen him but maybe it was because she always walked with earphones in her ears and avoided talking to anyone. Now, it's like he is everywhere, even in two of her classes.

‘How could I miss that?’ She thought.

Not only was it on Monday that she would see him but it was every day. She could see the devious look on his eyes and the teasing smile he would throw his way. People were notice, or at least that's what she thought.

On the other hand, Harry had other thoughts. He wanted to know how she could be so innocent when she looked like that. The body, the face, gosh the hair. He couldn’t help but to have thoughts, thoughts that would land himself in church confessing about the horrible thoughts he had. He knew there was no way he had a chance with the girl who didn’t bother batting an eye at any guy, but he seemed to like that no guy caught her attention. In fact he noticed how she looked at him for the first time, as if she just noticed he existed.

Harry had already known who she was, he was infatuated with her, it was almost as if he was obsessed with her and the thoughts didn’t help at all.

Sunday rolled by, Y/N was already at church, listening to the readings and the stories about sinning. Something in her made her feel bad about thinking, hell, looking at Harry.

Through the week she couldn’t help but to glance at him knowing that he would be looking at her. He made her feel things, butterflies in her stomach, even in her core, her head was full of thoughts about him, about his eyes, his very green eyes. The tattoos drove her crazy, the thought of being with someone that she knew her parents would disapprove of made her feel alive. She knew she couldn’t be with him but she wanted to. The need to sin was eating her up, that’s what made her pray extra hard during mass. Many Hail Marys and our fathers, she had lost count.

She had been the last one to leave but not before she glanced at the center of the church where the cross was placed.

‘Forgive me father for I will sin. At some point I will.’

Stepping out of church, squinting her eyes due to the bright sun hitting her eyes, she stepped down the steps while looking down in order to avoid tripping on some stubborn step.

“Done praying?”

Y/N looked up, not being able to see properly but knowing who the voice belonged to. There weren't many people with British accents around after all so she knew who it was, except she didn’t know where he was.

“Are you following me around?” She had been wanting to ask him but who would go up to some guy and ask that? Harry denied it by shaking his head, he couldn’t help but to smile at the way she was squinting, trying to avoid the sun hiding her eyes.

Deciding to answer her instead since she probably didn’t see him shake his head, “of course not kitten. Why would I be following you around?”

Oh but he was following her around, he wanted to know her daily routine, or at least on Sundays.

Something about seeing her come out of church looking all innocent made his cock twitch, but knowing she was praying, on her knees, made him want to go into church and pray.

“Let’s hang out some time alright?” He didn’t bother waiting for her response, knowing she would say no or try to make an excuse to not be around him.

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They somehow got closer the more they saw each other, Y/n tried to avoid him but Harry made it hard for her. He would wait for her outside of her class, the ones he didn’t have with her while he walked out next to Y/N from the classes they shared together.

Claudia, along with everyone else in the campus started noticing how they would be hanging out most of the time. There was never a day they were apart, but they both liked it. Harry would just crave her innocence while Y/N craved his touch, his attention. She wanted to be around him all the time and the times Harry would touch her in her arm or wrap his arms around her, butterflies would rupture. They both wanted more, they craved each other.

Until one Sunday Harry decided to tag along, after denying the other Sunday’s.

Y/N Had woken up that Sunday feeling different, as if in need to spice up her life. She felt like dressing differently , except she didn’t have much of a rebellious wardrobe. Harry picked her up, seeing how she wore her hair down, a couple of small braids on her hair as a decor, all while she wore a white dress that made her look like an angel. The Mary Janes she wore with socks didn’t help the erection on Harry’s pants. While she walked out of the apartment she shared with Claudia, Harry could help but close his eyes and take a deep breath. Before following her to the elevator he adjusted his pants, groaning at the erection that he prayed would be gone but the time he’s at the elevator.

Throughout the mass Harry couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N, he was infatuated with how beautiful she looked and even swore that maybe he died and she was an angel. Which was funny to him since they were both in church, talking about the sins one should not commit.

For Harry, the mass was rather boring, he had drifted off into his thoughts which mostly consisted of y/n. What caught his attention was when she got down to her knees to pray. He didn’t know what to pray about since he wasn’t religious but while she prayed, he stared at her. Harry didn’t care about being seen by others because why would they cared, its not like he’s fucking her or something.

By the time the mass ended Harry was frustrated, he felt tired in a way? Didn’t make sense to him at all.

Once the church dismissed everyone, Harry didn’t think twice and got up and left, leaving Y/n behind. It’s not that he was being an asshole, it’s just that he felt weird being horny while in church. It all felt wrong to him, but while Harry was going mental, Y/N was enjoying him suffering. The idea of bringing him to church was to tease him in an innocent way, she at first thought it was evil but after some talking to herself she decided that she must do it. She wanted to get rid of that tension that was between them, the tension that she was pretty sure everyone around her felt. ‘I wonder if anyone in the church felt the tension between us two,’ she thought while she walked out through the church doors. She was in a daze, felt as if she was I wonderland; the feelings she felt going through her body made her blind to how Harry was feeling.

While Y/n was walking on cloud nine, Harry was in the car, jaw clenched. He knew what she was doing but he noticed too late. He felt for her trick, playing innocent to tease him? As if he wouldn’t notice? There was this anger running through his body, not one where he would want to hurt or scream at someone, but the anger he would want to blow off by fucking someone. More specifically the girl that looked like she was on cloud nine.

When Y/n got into the car her daze fated away. The minute she opened the door she felt the heat coming off from Harry’s body. Looking at him while she sat down and closed the door, not wanting to move so much, in case he would go off on her.

“Are you okay?”

She placed her hands on her thighs, smoothing out the dress, she placed both her hands, palms to each other, and tugged them between her thighs.

“I know what you are doing.” Y/n couldn’t help but to gulp. She was scared but didn’t want to show him that she was scared of him.

“What do you mean?” Harry slowly turned his body, facing her and sending her a glare. His jaw looked sharper and his hair looked as if he had been running his hands through them. He indeed knew what she was up to and she knew that he knew. There was no way of getting out of it, even if she tried to explain.

“You think you can go to church looking and acting all innocent? You did this on purpose, your little movements, your postures? I’m not stupid, gotta admit, for a church girl you sure know how to mess with a guys head.”

Y/n felt something, she liked the praise she was getting from him? He said she didn good messing with him, which made her feel proud, even happy. A smile broke on her face, making Harry look at her confused.

“What are you fucking smile about?”

“You really think I did a good job messing with your head?” Harry looked at her for a second, an eyebrow raised in confusion, until the light bulb on his head turned on.

“Ah so you have a praise kink, don’t ya?”

Y/n didn’t know what to say because she didn’t know what it meant, so she shrugged.

“Do you even know what that means?”

She shook her head, confirming that she in fact didn’t know what having a praise kink meant.

“It means that you like being told that you have been doing a good job at stuff, being praised. For example, you did great messing with me, which I told you, but I could also just say what a good girl you were today.”

The butterflies in her core were back, she felt her face eat up, and she couldn’t help but to tighten her legs together. She pulled her hands from between her legs and placed them face down on her thighs.

“You see, you do have a praise kink, which will be really useful for me,” he sent y/n a wink, causing her to look down at her legs.

“When we get to your place I want you to go to your room and get on your knees, I don't care where but on the floor, got it?” The look Harry was giving Y/n made her feel hot, but also made her nod, not wanting to mess with him any further. With a nod he turned back to look forward and placed the stick shift on drive, driving away with a flustered angel by his side.

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Arriving to Y/N’s apartment, y/n ran out of Harry’s car before he could even turn off the car. HArry just chuckled, finding it funny and cute how desperate she looked when running towards the apartment building.

The drive from the church to the apartments felt long for both Harry and Y/n, but for y/n it felt like internaty. She had wanted to jump out of the car halfway through the drive just because she couldn’t help the sexual tension that she was feeling. Her thighs were shifting most of the drive, trying to get rid of the feeling that she felt on her pussy. Harry tried to act as if he didn’t see her tighten her legs most of the drive, but he would glance at her when she was looking out the window. He could see the red cheeks and the way she was clenching her jaw, probably biting her cheek or tongue.

Harry knew she was a virgin, everyone that knew her, knew. He wasn’t going to fuck her even when he wanted to, but he respected her decision. All he wanted to do was to have some fun with her, didn’t want to be flirting or teasing her anymore, he wanted to do more.

Harry took his time getting out of the car, wanting to give y/n time to mentally and physically prepare herself. While Harry took his sweet time, Y/N was freaking out. She had walked past Claudia, flinching when she called out to her, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Shit,” Y/N mumbled stopping and looking at her roommate who was in the couch watching the television.

“Nothing, just want to go to sleep,” she nodded as if trying to convince not only Candice but herself. Y/n’s roommate slowly noted, looking at her as if she was hiding something but waved her hand at her, dismissing her. Y/n let out a sigh and ran to her room, closing the door behind her. She looked around her room trying to figure out if to clean her room or to just do what Harry said to do. Instead she just went with the ladder and did that Harry said to do. So many thoughts were going through her head, hair up or hair down, clothes or no clothes, so many things that were going through her ahead that she had spaced out. She was so in her mind that she didn’t notice Harry walking into her room and closing the door, along with locking it.

Harry stood in front of the door, his back leaning on it, watching her. She was not looking at him but was looking at the floor in front of her, figuring out that maybe she was thinking this through.

Clearing his throat to catch her attention, which it did, he spoke. “I’m not going to touch you until you give me your consent.”

She somehow found him hotter, no guy has ever asked her for consent first.

She nodded.

“No I need your word, need you to say them so we can be on the same page here.”

Understanding she spoke, giving Harry consent, “Yes, you can touch me.”

Harry gave her a nod, letting her know that he heard her response.

“You will tell me when to stop, if you aren’t comfortable with what I am doing just tell me to stop, okay?”

“Yes.” Harry walked closer to her, looking down at her the closer he got. “I will also not fuck you, I know you are waiting for that special someone, so I won’t be taking your virginity, alright?” Y/n nodded, feeling relieved. She didn’t care what he did to her, she just wasn’t ready to lose her virginity, it was the one thing that was still hers.

Looking up at Harry who was looking down at him, she noticed how he wasn’t wearing his jacket, the one he wore to church.

A hand reached down to touch her cheek, fingers slipping into her loose hair while his thumb stroked her cheek.

“You looked like an angel today, did you know that?”

Y/n shook her head.

“Shouldn’t have worn that dress kitty.” Heat started running through her skin, remembering how he had seen her in her hello kitty underwear. “Made daddy really hard, before, during and after church.”

Y/n gulped, she was looking at him as if she was a deer that had been caught on the road, her heart was beating through her chest. She was feeling things that she had never felt, straightening up with her arms to the side, she moved her head to the side. The doe eyes she was giving him were driving Harry crazy.

He moved his hand lower, down to her jaw, and grabbed her rather harshly.

“Don’t look at me like that, not if you want me to just fuck you right here on the floor til your knees and face have carpet burns.”

She looked away from him quickly, not wanting to provoke him, but knowing he wouldn’t do anything because of what he had said before.

“Now, why don’t you be a good girl and unbuckle daddy’s belt?” Looking back up at Harry, to find him looking down at her with his head to the side. She didn’t know how to feel, the way that he was talking to her made her feel some sort of way. The nerves were getting to her but the way Harry was looking at her, she wanted to do it.

She moved her hands slowly from her lap to Harry’s, moving them up closer to his waist. The way she was taking her time made Harry feel inpatient but also turned on more than he already was.

Finally reaching to the belt, she made sure to not look anywhere but the belt. She could feel Harry’s eyes on her, causing her hands to slightly shake. Harry’s hands appeared over her hands, stopping her.

“Are you okay? We can stop if you want.”

Y/N looked at Harry, kind of taken back.

“I want this.” Harry raised his brows at her, trying to figure out if she was being honest.

“Okay, but remember, you can stop whenever you want. Doesn’t matter how far we are into it. Just say the word and I will stop.”

After a nod and a small yes, Harry let go of her hands and let her keep going. The tension between them didn't simmer down, they could still feel the attraction, the need for each other.

Once done unbuckling the belt, y/n didn’t stoop there, she instead kept going and unbuttoned his jeans. Harry didn’t stop her, he was going to let her do whatever she was comfortable with.

Wrapping her hands over the hem of his jeans and boxers, she pulled them down his legs, slowly but also somehow quick. She didn’t want to make Harry more impatient than he was.

Her eyes widened when looking at his cock that was near her face, it was standing there, looking at her in the eyes. She slowly went to touch it, but looked up at Harry first, as if asking for permission. The look that she gave him made harry groan, the way he felt when she looked at him for permission really made him rethink about whether he should just fuck her instead; but then remembered his promise.

“Go ahead. Grab it.” With a nod, y/n looked back down and wrapped her hand around his length. It wasn’t the first time she had given a blowjob to someone but it has been a long while. Moving her right hand slowly, pumping his dick on her hand, she looked up at him, eyes closed. Leaning close to his cock, she opened her mouth and closed it around him, moving her hand from his shaft. Harry let out a groan at the different feelings around his dick. She started sucking, pushing her head down, taking more of him in her mouth. While a hand was on Harry’s tight, the other one was on the end of his cock, the part that didn’t fit on her mouth. She started going faster, causing Harry to moan from the change of pace. One of his hands appeared on her head, pushing on her head slowly, guiding her. She stopped and took it out of her mouth, looked up at Harry to find him looking at her already, then while still looking at him she licked the tip of his cock. He hissed.

He grabbed a chunk of her hair and pushed her back, taking the hint she opened her mouth and took him back.

“Good girl.” She groaned, not only at the tight hold on her head but at the praise he was giving her. She could already feel herself getting wet, positioning herself to where she could relieve some pressure from her cunt. Harry saw and pulled her hair, making her let go of his cock. She looked up to look him in the eyes and saw the change in them.

Shaking his head, he placed a hand on her chin, “now you won’t be doing that kitten. You will only focus on me, until I get to you. Got it? Now you’re going to stay on the ground until your knees hurt.”

She didn’t get to say anything before she was forced back to having his dick on her mouth. This time she wasn’t in control, but Harry was. He was gripping the back of her head, shoving her head until she couldn’t breath from how deep he was. He couldn’t hear her gag, causing him to look down to look at her. Her hands were on his tights, holding herself from them. He adjusted his hands on her hair, pulling all her hair from her face to see her eyes watering. Seeing the way she was, on her knees, throat deep and in tears, made him fuck her face.

“Fuck that feels so good. My personal angel.”

The grunts and moans that were being heard from both of them made them both hornier. Y/n could feel herself drip through her thin underwear while Harry felt himself just get harder, pushing himself more into y/n throat. He slowed down for a moment wanting to give her time to breath and recover but she just grabbed him with her hand and started licking him and taking him back into her mouth. One of her hands slid up from Harry’s thigh to his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense.

“God Y/N,” Harry grunted, feeling himself come already. “I’m coming.”

Y/n pumped his length while she still sucked him off, looking up to see how he was reacting.

Before she could admire him deeply she felt him twitch, emptying himself in her mouth. Without any thinking she swallowed, licking him clean.

She leaned herself back, still on her knees, and looked at Harry who was trying to catch his breath.

Looking down at her he couldn’t help but to see how her hair was all over her head and how her eye makeup was ruined.

Leaning down to her, he placed his palm on her face, looking her in the eyes.

“You are an angel sent from heaven baby.”

Heat rushed up to her face, the feeling of achievement run through her veins.

Looking at Harry with puppy eyes she asked, “can I now get up? My knees are hurting.”

A smirk appeared on Harry’s face, giving her a mischievous look. “Oh kitty. We are just starting.”

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through the lens ❀ l.jn

❀ lee jeno x fem!reader ❀ genre - slow burn, smut/mature content, fluff (romance?), slight angst ❀ details - photographer!jeno, model!reader, college!au, shy!jeno but he aint shy in bed, strangers to fuckers!au ❀ word count - 8k (this is the longest thing ive ever written) ❀ warnings - nude modeling, swearing, oral (f/receiving), some sweet love makin’ ❀ brief synopsis - jeno asks you to model for his internship project, but little did you know, it was going to be a nude photo shoot.

❝ jeno was too shy to hold eye contact, but he stared at you endlessly through the lens. ❞

❀ a/n - hihihi this is author doie❀ ! im bad at writing smut so pls dont hate me ah ha lol i tried my best i also dont model/do professional photography so really apologize if i butcher any terms lmaoo the only thing i am is that im in college and im shy

Jeno had applied to almost a hundred internships and almost close to none returned with an offer, even after a whole month of waiting. He absolutely needed to start building his portfolio before the beginning of his senior year of college. The embarrassment of possibly graduating without any experience loomed over the desperate boy.

Photography had been more than a hobby to him, to the point where he wanted to take it seriously. His parents weren’t the most supportive of an Arts major, but that couldn’t stop him. Jeno saw the best through a camera lens. He had a special eye for beautiful moments and the impressing urge to capture it forever.

It was too late to change his major, if he wanted to graduate with all of his friends. If he wanted to be successful, he had to act on it now.

The swoosh! of a new email startled the sleeping boy. He stared at the brightly lit screen, reading the words over and over again to make sure it was real. Jeno was so enthralled with excitement that he scrambled out of bed to wake up his roommate, Jaemin.

He shook him so violently that the sheets fell from Jaemin’s warm body. “Dude! I got an internship!” He spoke with incredible glee, a wide smile couldn’t leave his face.

Jaemin groaned and had to hold Jeno by the shoulders to halt the boy from causing the room to spin. “Why--What is going on?” He dazely rubbed his tired eyes to blink at his giddy roommate.

The screen blinded Jaemin as it was shoved too closely to adjust. “Whoa--,” he pushed it away and shut his eyes, “--repeat what you just said one more time.” Jaemin held a finger up and Jeno grabbed it, jumping onto his best friend’s bed.

“I got an internship. Someone got back to me.” Jaemin returned the same excitement the moment he processed his words. He shot up in bed and hugged his friend tightly.

“Wo-w, dude! Congratulations!” The two boys hurried on their feet to cheer together. There was no concern for the rest of their housemates, only celebration that roared throughout the entire night.

Truthfully, Jeno had no recollection of applying to this studio. It could have been a random link on a job scouting website, but he couldn’t be more grateful. An internship was long overdue and Jeno had been itching to get some recognition for his craft.

“Hello, I’m Lee Jeno.” He bowed slightly at the receptionist, who had a stern stare that made him feel vulnerable. The first thing he noted about the office: white and minimalistic.

Jeno’s specialty was landscape photography. His aesthetics consisted of black and white filters, city lights, dark mood lighting, and background commotion. He enjoyed capturing chaos the most, a scene where more than one thing was happening. The only reason being that there was more to look at.

“Nice to meet you. The name is Lee Taemin, but you can call me what you please.” A young, lean man strolled his way towards Jeno with a wide grin and his hand for him to shake. Taemin was slightly shorter than him, but his stylish, expensive boots made up for his height. He had to be only a maximum of five years older than Jeno as Taemin appeared relatively youthful.

Taemin’s firm grip pulled Jeno along inside the studio. A small gasp escaped from Jeno which earned robust laughter from the older man. “I hope you can break out of your shell soon. There is no room for timidness around here, Mister Lee.”

“Please, you can call me Jeno.” He smiled, quite awkwardly at the beautiful man.

The tall glass windows, the concrete, gray floor, the white doors that lined the hallway, had to be all too predictable. Jeno envisioned this is what high class must look like. It was the pristine, bright feeling and the smell of vanilla that lingered distastefully. There was chatter behind the closed doors --- mainly directing, and high praises.

The only off-put was that photographers worked behind closed doors. From the few studios he has visited previously, photographers often worked in open spaces due to lighting fractures or the ability to roam more freely.

“I’m actually very ecstatic you signed up for the internship, since you do seem a bit on the younger side.” Taemin gestured toward the sofa in the middle of his massive office. Jeno sat across from him. Water was already placed on the glass coffee table that separated the two. A laptop was opened to face Taemin.

Jeno slyly rubbed the condensation from his palms on his jeans. Taemin’s stare bore deep into the shy boy, who had to break eye contact from time to time. “I know.” Jeno chuckled nervously, “thank you for getting back to me. I was really hoping to gain work experience through mentorship.”

Taemin nodded at everything Jeno was saying. His face being completely expressionless. Jeno sipped his water to regain moisture in his dry throat. Taemin was more intimidating than he was anticipating. “Sounds great. Happy to have you here. It might be a small business, but the experience is worth investing in. Every photographer who has come in and out of my building has found their forte. Let’s say, it’s eye opening.”

“That’s exactly what I was looking for actually.” As scared as he was of this mysterious man, he really enjoyed the comfort the environment radiated.

Taemin leaned forward and squinted at the screen. “I noticed in the portfolio you sent that you don’t have any portraits or any people, in general, in your photos. Do you have any works with people? Since this is a studio of fine art nude photography.”

Nude. Jeno practically choked on the last remaining spit he gathered. Taemin acknowledged the boy’s shocked reaction and tilted his head curiously, “you did know that I specialize in contemporary fine art nude photography, right?” Unfortunately, Jeno did not.

Jeno cleared his throat, “yes, of course. I wanted to challenge myself.” He had to lie, there was no other way to cover up his disbelief. This internship was the only hope left for him to gain something. Though, even the thought of shooting a naked body made him anxious.

He hated how timid he was. His friends and family say otherwise, mainly for the reason that Jeno automatically lit up behind a camera. In all honesty, he hid behind it. It was the only safe place that Jeno knew what he was doing. However when it came to real life situations without it, he lacked the confidence to be himself.

As ironic as it was, he hated being seen. He liked to be the background character in his own life, because the main character took too much of a toll. It could also be his deafening insecurities and lack of self esteem, but Jeno didn’t mind not being the center of attention.

“You like a challenge?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. Jeno caught a glimpse of the twinkle in Taemin’s dark eyes. “Then for your first task, I want you to show me that you can take on this role.”

Jeno scrambled for his phone to jot down notes. “Send me an emotional portfolio, model of your choice. They could be a friend of yours that you feel comfortable seeing naked. It must include a variation of headshots, full body, and body details. It must also be raw and unedited photos. I want to see if you have the eye for the art to capture these types of images.”

“When would you like it by?” He stammered, completely winded at the sudden project that unloaded on top of him.

“Next Friday, and you’ll present it to me here in person. Feel free to use this studio if you don’t have a place of your own with equipment. All you need to do is book a room with the front desk. Any other questions?” The sound of the laptop shutting caused Jeno to look up at the brilliance in front of him. He needed Taemin to help him succeed.

“Why do you take nude photography?”

Taemin was unable to stop the laughter that erupted into the room. “I don’t run a pimp business or sell soft core porn, if that’s why you’re staring at me so funnily. What I make is an art masterpiece, it has nothing to do with physical features or desires. It’s the pure emotion that clothing distracts from. Clothing conforms the model into an aesthetic, and while that works for editorials, it won’t be a consistent thing here.”

Jeno nodded understandingly. Overwhelmed and lost at words. He was unsure what he had gotten himself into. Where was he going to find a model on such short notice on such lewd conditions? He was really going to need to step out of his comfortable zone, in his photography and social skills.

Taemin stood up and extended his hand once more. “I take pride in my art, so I hope you, too, start finding that in your own.”

Jaemin held his stomach from the endless laughter, tears welling up in his eyes. “Nud-Nude photography? And you didn’t know?”

“Jaemin, keep it down.” Jeno whispered and cautiously peered around at the few people flooding into the small lecture hall. “I don’t want everyone in our club to misunderstand and think I’m some creep.”

His best friend straightened up in his seat and placed his hand on Jeno's slumped shoulder, “first of all, you’re a complete idiot for not researching. Secondly, it’s an art form. If you really got yourself a shady, rated R internship, I would’ve told you to drop it instantly.”

His spirits were slightly lifted, but he was still struggling with who he should ask to model for him. As much as he’s already seen of Jaemin, being his roommate, he honestly would rather leave the rest to imagination. Jeno wasn’t purposefully searching the room for a candidate, but he could not stop his eyes from drifting.

He spotted the most attractive side profile that sat two rows below him. He shook his head to make sure he was seeing her correctly. Peering around, he looked for another possible face to shoot. But oh god, how she caught his eye every time she even slightly moved.

You smiled happily with your friends by your side as your club’s executive board members introduced this year’s goals and events to attend. It had to be the smallest amount of alcohol still running in your system that caused you to giggle every time guys tried to turn around and hit on you.

“Why don’t you focus on our club members instead?” You smirked at the smug older boy, who had poorly attempted to grab your attention. “I think this information is important to you. These events could help you develop your social skills to be much better.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but your girl friends scoffed by your side.

He got up in disbelief and quickly walked out of the room. There was a brief pause at the sudden movement, but the announcement carried on per usual.

Jeno impatiently waited for the club meeting to finally be over, so he could talk to you. The longer it dragged, the more his confidence was subsiding. “I’m heading to study, wanna come with?” Jaemin poked at Jeno’s knee.

“Yeah, but you can go ahead first. I need to talk to someone.” His voice was shaky and his throat went so dry. Jeno’s shifty eyes scanned the room, hoping no one saw how nervous he was acting.

Jaemin’s eyebrows lifted suspiciously, “who? I didn’t even know you talked to anyone who came today. Donghyuck and Renjun aren’t here---”

“--her, Jaemin... her. I’m going to ask her to model for me.” Jeno motioned his head. His heart beating faster at seeing a small grin appear on your face from a comment someone made.

Jaemin hummed, “good luck with that, bud. I’ve got two shoulders for you to cry on after.” The extra hint of sarcasm only made Jeno sweat nervously. He was seriously doubting his decision, but it wouldn’t be a challenge if he didn’t do it. He knew he’d regret it more if he didn’t just ask you.

Once the meeting was dismissed, you wanted to get out of the room before the heavy rush into the hallways. Unfortunately, a few frat guys pulled you into their conversation and chatted up a storm. Your friends played into their foolery, but you stopped paying attention when they asked for your numbers.

There was a faint tap on your shoulder and you turned to see who the culprit was. You didn’t seem to know him, because you would’ve remembered such a demeanor. His eyes were glued to the floor behind you and his shaky hands ran through his brown locks. His shyness was quite endearing, yet alarming since you weren’t sure why exactly he had approached you.

“Yes?” You asked curiously.

The moment Jeno heard your delicate cadence, he melted like a popsicle left out in the sun. He peered up, but quickly reverted his eyes to the white tiles when he noticed how beautifully you stared at him.

He counted his breathing to calm his rapid heart beat. He cleared his throat to introduce himself, “I’m Jeno. I’m a third year Arts major, um-- I was just--- I know we don’t know each other. I wanted to ask, uh-” Jeno was horrified at how he stammered over his own words. His cheeks burned with a red glow, and if he couldn’t look you in the eye before, he definitely couldn’t now.

“Hey, see you later.” One of the bulky frat guys called and you waved back weakly.

A guy who had been chasing you endlessly scoffed at the pitiful sight and smirked at you, “see you at my house tonight? Been missing you in my bed lately.”

“Thought you would’ve guessed the reason why I stopped coming around.” Jeno heard the sting in your remarks and the disbelief in the male.

You honestly could have left, Jeno knew that. But you stayed and waited patiently for him to finish. Jeno could tell how strong you were just by your intimidating aura that practically suffocated him by standing in close proximity to you.

You sighed and reached to grab your jacket on the folded seat, “look, Jeno. It’s nice to meet you and all, but I gotta get going.”

Shockingly, the shy boy reached out to stop you by your fingertips. His touch lingered before he dropped your hand quickly. “I’m sorry. Are you free this Monday?”

“Uh, that depends. If you’re asking me on a date, then I’m busy.” Rolling your eyes, you weren’t sure why you still stayed to listen to what this random stranger had to say. If it were anyone else, you would’ve walked away the moment he asked if you were free. However, you acknowledged his timidness and the courage he must have mustered up to approach you.

Jeno shook his head violently, completely in shambles from that type of misunderstanding. “Not a date. I need someone to model for my portfolio photos that my internship assigned. It’s actually very important to me because it’s the first internship that responded back to me when I had applied to so many a whole month ago. Basically, I really need this and you because I think you’d be perfect to take pictures of. Oh-- wow! That sounded very bad --- uh --- what I meant is that your facial proportions are perfect and---”

“I’m free Monday.” You cut off his endless ramble and gestured toward his phone. He handed it to you without any hesitation and you typed in your number. “Text me the time, place and what I should wear.”

“Oh actually, it’s a nude photoshoot.” Your eyes doubled in size, completely offended by that statement.

Jeno felt the sudden shift in the air and brought his hands up to block himself, “to be more clear, it’s a contemporary fine art nude photography studio. The pictures are pieces of art and to be seen as that only. I have no intentions or ulterior motive to sleep with you, see you naked or sell, leak your nudes for the profit of your body. But, I understand if you no longer want to do it because it sounds super strange now that I am explaining it.”

Your shoulders relaxed and the fist that formed unraveled. You exhaled deeply, “I’ll do it. We can talk more about it on Monday and I get to leave on my own accord if I don’t feel comfortable. We work on my conditions.” Picking up Jeno’s chin, he was absolutely petrified at the forced eye contact and your incredible, powerful gaze. He was mesmerized by the fire in your eyes, and if he stared any longer, he could’ve lost himself in them.

“Of course.” With that, you dropped his face and left without another look back. Jeno looked down at his phone and the new contact name, (Y/N). It had slipped his mind to even ask what your name was and he slapped his face in utter stupidity. “Do better, Lee Jeno.” It was a remainder to himself to, hopefully, be better the next time you two speak.

Monday, 3:03 PM.

Jeno paced back and forth in the brightly, lit white room. He was trying to find any blinds or curtains to cover the tall windows of the high rise building. It should not be too much of a problem, the extra lighting was a positive. Jeno was only worried for your comfort of the openness.

There was a soft knock before Jeno practically tripped to open the door. His breath hitched at the sight of your bare face. This time, you were the vulnerable one. Jeno only saw purity, yet impressed at how your tired eyes still managed to bid him a soft smile. He admired your uneven complexion, and the sparse moles that dotted your skin.

“Okay, so you want to see me naked now or later?” Filled with jokes, your voice was light and airy this afternoon. There was a bit of a contrast from the first time you two met. Softer, enchanting, almost ghostly.

Everything in the room was white. The mattress on the floor had a white comforter and white sheets. The backdrop. The walls. The hardwood floor. The only color was the blue sky that the tall windows let in.

“Here’s a robe. You can change in the bathroom.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck and his eyes wandered everywhere, but your’s.

“Would you be okay with me just taking off my clothes in here?” You saw the light tint of pink cover his face, and spread to his ears. You examined more of the shy boy’s embarrassed face, finally getting a really good look at him. Jeno was very attractive, and you could only imagine how beautiful he must look if he fully faced you.

Jeno fiddled with his camera strap, “only if you are okay with that.” Clearing his throat, he stood next to the window to give you some privacy. “I’ll go over what I plan on doing. I’m going to take photos of your face details, parts of your body, full body, and portraits. You can lay down on the bed and I’ll direct you in poses. Have you modeled before?”

He was scanning the bustling city below his feet. Cars zoomed quickly and crowds of tiny people flooded the streets. He brought his camera up to his face, not being able to resist the urge to capture such a thrilling sight.

“If Instagram counts, then yeah. Professional model gig would be a no. Nude photography is a definite no, unless we are talking about being filmed during sex.” Jeno chuckled, while also holding the camera steady and stealing a few moments to keep for himself.

For a strange reason, being naked for a non-sensual reason felt even more vulnerable. Laying on the soft fabric, you felt oddly exposed and slightly more reserved. You’ve had countless strangers see you naked. Men were sexually desiring to see a sexy picture. You were always lusted after, but this feeling of nakedness was special.

“Are you ready?” Jeno gulped, finally setting the camera down.

You hummed cheerfully. Your heart was leaping out of your chest as the boy shifted slowly to face you. As he turned, you noticed he had his eyes sealed shut, which caused a small laugh to erupt. “Jeno, you have my permission to open your eyes and to look at me.”

Holy shit, he was trembling with an inexplicable fear. The camera was slipping from his sweaty hands. His mouth was as dry as the desert. Jeno’s pounding heart was loud in his ears.

Jeno has seen his past girlfriends laying naked in bed, but this situation was too different. When he saw you laying there in absolutely nothing, he was overwhelmed, yet astounded at how graceful you appeared.

There was no exchange of words and no exchange of eye contact. He towered over your lying figure and shakily brought the camera to his eyes. He selfishly wanted to capture your elegance. Through the lens, he saw all of you: the curve in your eyelid, your curled eyelashes, the small mole next to your soft lips, the sharp color of your eyes, the way your hair frames your face.

This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You were comparable to the arts found in popular museums. Your body lines were enticing and an impressive shape. Your breasts pooled on your chest, the round nude nipple in the centers. Your details had to be sculpted by gods, who took their sweet time making you. You were a true masterpiece.

Confused, Jeno felt a huge mixture of emotions. Was he aroused? Was he infatuated? Did he just fall in love with a complete stranger? He recognized the same thrilled feelings he felt taking landscape photos. With each click, he grew more excited with how beautiful the photos were turning out.

“Sit up and rest your chin on your left hand. Lean your weight on your right leg.” Jeno’s direction was clear and firm. There was no evidence of a smaller tone he usually spoke in. Sitting up, you placed your elbow on your upper thigh to steady your chin. Jeno had already gotten down to floor level to you.

Without the camera that separated you two, it had to be the first time he faced you completely in such close proximity. There was so much to admire about Jeno. He remained concentrated on his craft, but it was actually very sexy to see his dedication. It was almost like he was a whole new person, like all the shyness drifted away.

Jeno couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It wasn’t simply your beauty that amazed him. Your confidence made everything easy. There was something about your blank stares, when he asked for an emotion, you portrayed it perfectly.

“Can we talk while you shoot?” Your sudden voice startled the photographer. He lowered his camera and his gaze automatically wandered off behind you, which didn’t go unnoticed. He nodded after a short pause and the shutter noises continued.

“Why did you choose me as your model?”

Jeno peeled away from the device, “because you’re you.” He didn’t even know what that statement meant. It wasn’t like he knew you before the first time he asked you to model for him.

The corners of your lips dipped down, drawing an evident frown. Click. Jeno loved that image especially. It was a simple way to get real, authentic facial expressions. He marveled at the photo, but registered the reason behind it. “I wanted to ask you the second I saw you. I just knew that I wanted you.”

“But you don’t know me.”

Jeno looked through the lens once again, welcoming a full view of your stunning attributes. He spoke in a low voice, “then, let me know you.” Click.

It would be the biggest lie to say that you weren’t aroused by Jeno at the moment. He was cool, without trying to be. He really did shine when he had a camera to work with, like a star to a dark night. While he had a distinct demeanor off the bat, you enjoyed unraveling the rest of him. He was, also, the first man you met that didn’t seem sexually driven by a naked woman in his presence.

You had to resist every urge to push the camera away and share the few seconds of his entire gaze before it wandered away. You wanted to rock his world, he was so innocent and beautiful. You wished to wreak havoc on him, have him show you how much he wanted you.

You anticipated an awkward photoshoot, but Jeno made you feel safe and comfortable. He made sure to adjust the temperature when goosebumps rose on your arms and when your nipples became painfully hard. He never touched you or came too much into your personal space. He always asked for your permission.

Nude modeling was a new experience for you, but you were surprised at how much you liked it. or how much you liked Jeno taking your photos. He sat next to you on the bed when you put on your articles of clothing and panned through several shots to satisfy your curiosity.

Leaning close, your head ducked to see the photos. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw just the first few. “Is that really me?” The pictures made you feel an abundance of emotions, you felt what they reflected. Sadness, melancholy, happiness, confidence. You didn’t know images had that much power to make you feel that, especially photos of you.

Jeno nodded, smiling so wide that his eyes turned to moon crescents. He was so in love with the results. He found respect for Taemin’s craft and he was right, he might’ve found a new forte to experiment with. “I can send you the photos digitally too, if you want them.”

“Maybe I’ll print them out, frame them, and gift it to every horrid man who has tried to flirt their way to my body since they want to see it so fucking bad.”

Jeno peered over and saw the tiny glimpse of pain in your orbs, “why would you give horrible people what they want?”

“So they can finally shut up and leave me alone. Plus, this is art and if I tell them it’s actually me, maybe it’ll change their minds to start treating me like it.”

He held his palm up and almost immediately, your fingers filled the spaces between his. “I’m going to need you to start treating yourself as fine art.”

“Keep taking more photos of me and I just might start thinking I’m Mona Lisa.” Your laughters blended nicely into each other. There was mutual mental acknowledgement of the happiness you were both feeling.

Jeno never let go of your hand, and there was a short moment of comforting silence where you two sat in each other’s existence. You were the one to break it, “are you doing anything after this?”

He shook his head. “Well then, you’re mine for the rest of the night. We’re going to pretend we’ve been close friends since first year and eat take-out on my bed because that’s what I need at the moment.”

“I know you respect my body and see this as an art form, but I’m genuinely surprised that you didn’t feel aroused at the slightest.”

Jeno didn’t even realize how much time had already passed being you. You two ate and chatted as if you’ve known each other forever, as if the friendship wasn’t established several hours ago. It felt safe and right, like you two belonged in each other’s existence and nowhere else mattered.

He felt warm inside from your hearty laughter and courage, like he was watching a painting come to life or a photo in movement. You were smitten over how endearing and complex he was. He was more than what meets the eye and that alone drew you towards him.

“Okay, I’ll admit,” Jeno paused to watch your reaction, “in the most respectable way, I was somewhat turned on. But! Before you trail blaze me for being just like every disgusting male in your life, I genuinely didn’t have any sexual thoughts during the photoshoot. That was all professional and it will continue to be like that.”

Getting up from your bed, your mind was working at lightspeed to process his confession. Jeno was fast to pick up someone’s personality, what stood out and what was kept hidden. He knew quicker than anyone else that you were not someone to offend because you were a strong, straight forward woman.

His personality breakdown went like this: you knew what you like, you knew you were going to get what you want, you enjoyed flirty banter (with people of your choice), you weren’t afraid to be blunt, or kick someone’s ass. You carried yourself with confidence that graced your every step, which makes anyone attracted to you instantly. Bold, confident, sexy had to be what came to mind whenever he thought about you.

Nonetheless, he really liked you as a person. He could pat himself on the back all day long for just approaching you, but he knew the real reason as to how this all happened. It was you saying yes to a stranger’s odd photoshoot. You made him the luckiest man in the world.

“Continue? Are you looking for excuses to keep seeing me?” You smirked and Jeno’s voice grew small.

“I--- uh, well,” there goes the nervous stammering, “I know the conditions were a one time thing, so I understand if you don’t want to do it again.” As the night had progressed, Jeno gradually began to hold eye contact and actually looked at you directly without the help of seeing you through a lens. This was the first time he broke it.

“Hey now, I’m messing with you, Jeno.” He had been sitting on your floor, at the end of your bed. You crawled on your elbows to reach him, and to hold his chin to face you again. Deja vu. “I’d love to get naked for you again, and again, and.. as many times as you want me to.”

He stared at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. His eyes scanned your beautiful face to see your lips pull back into a mischievous smile. Gulping, he swallowed every ounce of courage he had left. “You don’t have to say it like that.” He tried to remove your grip, but it latched onto his hand.

“You’re finally looking me in the eye, sweet thing. I don’t think you realize how much I had been wanting that from you.” You caressed his cheek, rubbing small circles on his texture.

“What else do you want from me?” His implication sounded suggestive, even if his curiosity was innocent.

Your hot breath brushed against Jeno’s lips. “I can show you.”

Jeno, the one and only college guy who has seen your naked body in a non-sexual context. Jeno, the shy, sweet boy who appreciated and recognized you as a form of art. Jeno, the talented and skillful photographer, who consistently made sure you felt comfortable. Jeno, the only person in the world who you’d model nude for. Jeno, the dazzling character behind the camera who you wanted more than anyone else you’ve ever met. Lee Jeno.

He seemed like he was inching closer, already tilting his head to fit your’s. You smiled to yourself, seeing that your words were received well. Diving in, your lips swam together fervently.

The poor boy found himself lost in your enchanting, alluring gaze. He let the trance consume him, selfishly kissing the art he admired so dearly. A small part of him felt the guilt and confusion that began to rise. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wished to feel your lips on his neck, or run his hands across your hot skin. He swore these thoughts were not present earlier.

A small pop! and Jeno held your shoulder to pull away. “I’m sorry, did I do something?” You asked, honestly concerned that you were taking more than you deserved. The least you desired was to hurt Jeno, who had been nothing but nice and sweet.

“(Y/N),” you could listen to your name roll off his tongue all day, “I feel somewhat guilty. I don’t want things to be misunderstood.”

“Which would be?”

“I don’t want you to think I coerced you into being my model just because I had intentions to sleep with you.” Jeno was already gathering his things, but you hopped off your bed and placed a hand on his chest. “Because that’s what it’s starting to look like at the moment.”

“Was that something you did though? Did you have those intentions?” Your stare bore right through him. The warmth of your hand relaxed his racing heart.

“Never, (Y/N), I would never do that to someone.” Your hand traveled down to grab his belongings and tossed it back onto the ground.

He silently watched as you took off your pants, and stood in front of him in your underwear. “Then, we’re fine. I know your intentions have always been pure. But truthfully, Jeno, seeing you focused while you worked sparked something in me. You don’t understand how aroused I got and how badly I wanted you to fuck me on that bed.” His hand trailed up your exposed thighs, finally touching your softness. “You’re the one guy I wanted first, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that.”

“I-- I don’t know what to say.” His cheeks revealed how embarrassed he was, but his dark, lustful eyes were telling a different story.

A smirk fell upon your face, “then don’t say anything.”

Jeno devoured you, inhaling the light hint of vanilla that still lingered. He hoisted you onto your mattress and kissed you like his life depended on it. His antsy hands roamed your free range, exploring, holding, gripping the parts he marveled over. Small moans from the back of your throat encouraged him to continue.

No one has ever kissed you with the amount of passion Jeno did. It was gentle, with enough vigor to cause your panties to dampen. It wasn’t sloppy, where previous guys had a problem of missing your mouth entirely and slobbered your chin.

His lips worshiped you, highlighting your good sides. Flashes of the photoshoot popped into Jeno’s head as he left purple marks on the places he loved capturing the most. He pushed up your shirt, exposing your chest to him again. His tongue circled around your hard nipple as he made sure to give the same amount of attention to each one.

Jeno knew he was too shy to hold your intense stare, but getting to know you during and after the photoshoot, he could see the softness in your gaze. He was, now, able to see all of you. The sight of you through the camera was addicting enough, so finally taking you all in was more than satisfying.

Your hands ran through his hair as he kissed down your torso. His thumbs hooked the waistband of your underwear, and peeled it off your body. You gasped as the cold air from your apartment grazed against your exposed figure.

Jeno paused to admire your glistening pussy, “would it be okay if you let me make love to you?”

Your heart burned, not out of embarrassment, but at how he still managed to ask you for your permission in the sweetest way. You rested your weight on your elbows, “no one has done that before, would it actually make me want to fall in love with you?”

“It wouldn’t be too bad. I have a lot of love to give and you look like a person who deserves all of it anyways.” Jeno’s finger ran over your wet slit and rubbed your clit slowly.

Your moans filled the room as the electric jolted throughout your veins. The wetness grew, seeping out of you like a waterfall. Jeno dropped down to his knees, and lifted your legs on his broad shoulders.

“Are you usually this wet, baby?”

Chuckling, you smiled at his bold choice in using pet names, “Just for you.”

He hummed, chiming at how he liked your answer. Spreading you open, his tongue met with your swollen bud that begged for his licks.

His tongue darted side to side, up and down and in result, your back arched in pleasure and a darkness clouded your mind. His name and mindless profanities streamlined their way out of you as Jeno ate you out in such a precisely delicious way.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, you pulled him closer, even if there was no more space to fill. Looking down, you two exchanged glances before he thrusted a finger into you. Your hips bucked harder as he eased in another one.

Jeno curled his fingers in search of your sweet spot and found it when a deep moan escaped your throat. His fingertips rubbed and pressed into your plush flesh, causing you to practically scream and squirm in his mouth.

He suckled your clit and fingered you simultaneously and quickly. The pleasure was overflowing and you released his hair to grip your sheets below you. Your legs shook and trembled as he had no caution to stop.

“Please, I’m going to--” you could barely talk due to your face contouring to the splurge of pleasure every single time Jeno rubbed your spot. “--to explode.”

He had to take back what he thought earlier in the day. This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever laid eyes on. The whole scene played like from one of his favorite films. It felt like he was giving his photos life. Your body twisted and turned, accentuating the curves of your lines.

Jeno had become painfully hard against the fabric of his jeans, but seeing you fall apart because of his minimal movements exhilarated him. “P-Please, don’t stop.” A breathy moan followed suit and your thighs tried to press themselves together. Jeno didn’t allow it, his free hand hooked underneath your left thigh to pull one side away from his cheeks.

Your high gradually grew so tall that it all eventually came cascading down. Your legs shook violently and sat up from the euphoria that took over you. Jeno prolonged your buzz and you screamed loudly, having to bite down on your fingers to stop yourself from angering your neighbors.

Jeno drank you up, letting your wetness cover his chin and drip down his knuckles. He pulled away, at last, and you took deep breaths to control your heavy breathing. It was like Jeno knocked the wind completely out of you.

He stood up and you saw the outline of his hard bulge straining itself through his jeans. The next scene was quite animalistic. You, still embodying your high, sat on your knees and unzipped his pants with your needy hands.

“Now, it’s your turn to get nude for me.” You whispered, tauntingly. Jeno groaned when you reached down and gently pulled him out. He stepped out of his clothing, all of it. His shirt was lost in the corner and his bottoms were scattered over your floor. Mirroring his actions, you took off your last piece of cloth.

Jeno was built. Though his biceps did not go unnoticed during the photoshoot, you were surprised at the lines of muscle that sketched his body. It made your mouth water, seeing his extremely hard dick stand against his toned abs. His red tip fell just below his navel. Jeno only kept getting better as the night continued on.

Pulling him closer, his hand found their way to the back of your head as you aligned your mouth to the wetness that spilled from his tip. “I want to make you feel good.” Jeno’s hoarse voice made your knees weak.

Peering up, you batted your eyelashes at him fondly. “Just a little taste?” You begged, having to hold his shaft with both of your hands because of his thickness. Your tongue was already stuck out, your hot breath causing the tiniest bit of sensation for him.

He nodded and his eyes were trained on you. He didn’t want to miss any second of your kitty licks. You flattened your tongue against his warmth, dragging it up to the top. The saltiness hit your palette as you swirled around his redness. “Oh--” Jeno threw his head back and bit his lip, “--lay on the bed now.”

You smiled sweetly and gave his member a quick kiss before reaching for a condom in your drawer. Jeno climbed onto your bed and situated the rubber comfortably. You laid on your back and he was fast to pull your legs around his waist.

He lined himself at your entrance and eased his tip in slowly. Squirming, you craved him to fill you up to the brim. He leaned down to kiss you, letting your tongue lap with his. It’s your hands with the mind of their own when they flew automatically to hold his face whenever you wanted to deepen the kiss. Then, Jeno stretched himself all the way in and he caught your gasp with his lips. He groaned, feeling the mess he created merely minutes ago.

His hips moved so easily with your wetness, but he went slow. Dragging out each pull and then, pushing himself back in roughly. “Jeno!” Your body jolted up the bed each time. His body fell over yours to hold you intimately, letting you bury your face into his neck. Your lips latched themselves onto his sensitive skin, painting a purple sunset.

Jeno’s arms snaked underneath your thighs as he pressed them to your chest, folding you almost into a ball. Your mouth hung open as he fucked you harder, rougher, deeper yet keeping the tempo rhythmically slow. At this point, you could feel his hits in your gut. Your weak hands gripped loosely around his strong wrists that held your legs down. “You’re pussy is so tight and holy shit---, you keep getting more beautiful.”

A familiar burning sensation set in your chest as you saw how concentrated his face had become. You were so fucked out that you could barely speak, “you—” his hips mercilessly slammed into you powerfully, enacting a low moan every time he reached your sweet spot. “—keep surprising me.” His actions came to a halt and he stared deeply into your soul.

You whined, wiggling your hips for any friction. He held them down into the mattress, knowing his grip was strong enough to leave a mark. “I told you, I was going to make love to you tonight.”

“I’ve already fallen for you.” You said breathlessly, tracing the side of his face and pecking his lips softly.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me by saying those things.” He whispered and pushed his entire shaft to fill you to your brim.

You yelped his name and gripped his shoulders, but he wasn’t done yet. “Show me how badly you wanted me the first time you saw me.” Jeno blinked at you in slight shock.

As he continued to hold the deep gaze, he kept pushing his dick further and further into you. He was balls deep, almost impossible to keep going. He fucked you without the need to pull out, just burying his cock deeper into your wet pussy. You exclaimed, moaned, cussed at every push. Holding the stare was more than enough to lose yourself all over him again.

Jeno was drunk with the image of your fucked out expression and every time the mixture of pleasure and pressure caused your eyebrows to crease and mouth to open release sensual sound. He had been trying his best not to come undone, to fixate another climax for you.

The feeling of you wrapping tighter and tighter around him drove him insane. “Give it to me, please.” Your muffled plead called for his release, but he could feel that you were close to your second.

Jeno sat up on his knees and pulled you into his arms where your thighs fell over his. You groaned at the empty feeling, though it was quickly replaced with a gratifying moan when he inserted himself again. Your arms dangled around his neck, foreheads touching intimately.

The fucking eye contact again, how could you get enough of it? You giggled, amused at how different Jeno was when he eventually opened up. He wrapped his strong arms around your back and thrusted his hips up into you. The way this man made you squirm, scream, and shake were nothing you’ve experienced before.

He smirked, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek when he went rampage on your pussy. “Not laughing now, are you?”

You whined in pleasure, brushing your fallen strands of hair out of his face. “Shut up before I make you.”

“Then I’d rather keep going.” Kissing up his jawline, you lead your way to his pout. His kisses intoxicated you with his passion and madness, like the most intense part of a symphony, or when the bass drops after a long build up in a song.

Jeno sped up, ramming up into your slick pussy over and over again. He even brought your hips down to match him, guiding you down as he went up. The headboard was knocked against the wall, your windows steamed up, cries of pleasure from the both of you created the ambiance, the smell of sex filled your lungs. Jeno reached between your bodies to furiously rub your clit to where it felt almost raw. It all sent you into the clouds, the familiar queasiness settled in your lower half.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched, having to pull away from the desirous kiss with Jeno. “I’m cumming!” You announced before the tension unraveled, causing you to see absolute white. The second wave was much more uncontrollable, Jeno felt you squeezing radically around his dick as he tried to fuck you faster to prolong the feeling.

Your legs shook around his and your upper body went limp with pleasure. You reached the peak of the mountain and it came crumbling down underneath your toes. It was catastrophically enthralling, to the point where you physically felt something leave your body.

“Oh shit..” Jeno stopped his motions at the sight of you squirting over his lap. He pampered your torso with fluttering kisses, hoping to calm your spastic body. “...baby, are you okay?” He asked with a bit of concern of how lack of life you seemed.

This man just gave you the best climax in your whole life and he asked if you were okay? Regaining your senses, you sighed a small yes to reassure him that he didn’t actually murder you. Hopping off, you pulled the condom that restricted him.

He hissed when you cupped his balls in your palm. “Cum, my sweet thing.” You purred and Jeno’s hand pumped his member aggressively. You leaned in to help, sucking the tip and flicking your tongue over his slit.

His other hand gripped your neck, causing you to drip on your sheets. Jeno was panting and with every tug, it became louder. He seemed so desperate to release that it made you smile to be the reason behind it. “Can you lay down,” A grunt followed his question, “please.” He huffed.

“Because you asked nicely.” Smirking, your back hit the sheets and you opened your legs to give Jeno a view. He situated himself above your stomach, as he fucked his tight grip.

“I’m cumming---” He couldn’t look any more amazing. With a final moan, the white streaks streamed out in short sequences. It landed across your abdomen, over your nipple, and pooled around your belly button.

Bringing himself back to reality, Jeno stepped back to marvel you, his masterpiece. The white streaks coated your purple skin and your chest rose fast to catch your reality. Gazing upon your naked body, he was utterly infatuated with all of you. He was so in love with the sight of you that not a single photo could capture the beauty that you were.

Jeno pondered the thought of how merely a day changed a small part of him. You were life changing, addicting, an incomparable character that he felt like he’s known forever, and now, couldn’t live without. It was the taste of your juices on his lips, your sweet melodic music that was your voice, your daring smile that enticed him to never peel away from you. It was simply you.

He leaned down to rub his knuckles against your cheek, planting a lovingly peck on your forehead. “I’ll go start the water for you.”

Jeno anticipated the reaction of his mentor. He found himself at the same scene he was when he was first given the task. Taemin sat across from him, hunched forward to analyze his new set of photos on his laptop. Raw, unedited photos of you, your body, your details.

The hum of the air conditioning droned on, driving him mad. Jeno needed one reaction, but Taemin had been silent and expressionless for the past ten minutes. Whenever he did move, it was to click through to the next picture.

Suddenly, he shut it closed and stood right up. Jeno, panicked, did the same. Taemin stuck his hand out and Jeno hesitantly grabbed it, incredibly unsettled and unable to read the older man.

Taemin received it firmly, giving Jeno a good handshake. “Welcome abroad, Lee Jeno. I expect even more great things from you.”

Jeno registered his delightful mood switch and he was fast to follow up, “my photos, --- you --- like them?”

Taemin nodded generously, patting Jeno on his shoulder. Taemin reached up to tap his own eyelids. “What you can see, is very special, kid. You’re an artist and I’m here to recognize that for you. It seems to me, you can do more than take pictures of sidewalks.”

Jeno smiled happily, his eyes disappearing from joy. He couldn’t wait to tell you about it.

The rest of the week, leading up to Jeno’s appointment, had felt nothing short of blissful moments together. You and Jeno spent almost every waking minute together without the cost of your friends’ time. He walked you to your classes, some even being across the campus from his own. You accompanied him for meals, even sitting in his lectures to just be with him.

There were no words that established what you two had become to each other. Jeno wasn’t looking for that anyways, in fact, he somewhat liked the ambiguity. If only he could tell you how making love to you made him begin to actually fall for you.

You were never one to hold a serious relationship, but you found a small want for that festering in Jeno. It was hard to admit to yourself, but Jeno saw you for all that you were. He truly saw you, whether it had been through a lens or through his own eyes. He captured your rawness and you were able to find vulnerability around him.

He ran to you, where you sat in the lobby waiting for him to finish his meeting. Peering up from your phone, you noticed the beaming smile on the boy’s face. You couldn’t hold back your own grin, seeing him apparent with so much joy. “I’m guessing good things?”

“I got it, (Y/N)!” He jumped into your arms and you laughed at the sudden affection. “He loved my photos.”

“I didn’t doubt it for one second. You’re an artist, Jeno. You create masterpieces that make even someone like me, feel like art.”

Jeno hugged you closer to his chest, giving you a tiny squeeze. Pulling away to face you, his eyes examined your outstanding grace. You knew what he was already going to say, but simply wanted to hear him say it. “That’s because you are art.”

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A Day In The Life

requesred by this genius anon: “Aight imma hit you with a good one: Literally everything as platonic, but a day in the life of reader in high school with the minor gang (too my, tubbo, ranboo) and all the faculty at the school are dreamsmp members”

Platonic! Minors gang (tommy, tubbo, ranboo and purpled) x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: a day in the life of a student at the DSMP public high school

{with all the shit that goes on the smp there's no way it could be anything but a public school}

{also if I do things slightly off or something its cause my high school is weird, we only have four blocks a day, but I think most have seven, so we’re going with that}

{also the dream/george thing, is based on two of the sciences teachers at my school being suspected of having an affiar}

{Full teacher list:

English: Mr. NotFound

Drama: Mr. Soot

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

Gym: Coach Sapnap and Coach Punz

Home ec: Miss Nihachu

Music: Mr. Quackity

Chemistry: Mr. Halo}

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Home room: Mr. Callahan

You sighed, trudging toward the school entrance, god it was way to early for this.

The halls were already crowded with people heading to there home rooms, and Mr. Minecraft, the principal, was standing outside the admin offices, greeting everyone with a smile.

“Good morning, (y/n).”

“Good morning Mr. Minecraft.” You grumbled as you passed.

You hurried through the foyer and up the stairs, toward Mr. Callahan’s room.

“Hey!” Tubbo called, hurrying down the hallway, “(y/n)!”

“Hey Tubbo.” you yawned.

He fell into step with you, “You think Callahan will actually show today?”

The one good thing about your home room teacher is that none of the kids ever seemed to have seen him. It meant that some days, while other home rooms had lectures of bullying or something, your class got to hang out for 30 minutes.

“I don’t think he even exists.” Purpled said, falling in on your other side.

“He definitely doesn’t.” You agreed.

History: Mr. Blade

“Hey (y/n)!” Ranboo called from his seat at the front of the room as you came in.

He was lucky enough to have moved homerooms and ended up getting the same room as his first block.

“Hello Ranboo.” you sighed, sitting down in your seat next to him.

Tommy came in and plopped down behind you, “Well you sound like shit.”

“No swearing in my classroom, Tommy.” Mr. Blade chided, hardly looking up from the book on his desk.

You turned to look at Tommy, “It’s too early for this.”

“You say that everyday!” He laughed.

“Yeah! Cause this class starts at 7:45 in the god damn morning!” You half exclaimed.

“Bloody hell you’d think you’d get used to it-”

“Tommy, what did I say about swearing?” Mr. Blade cut Tommy off.

“But you didn’t yell at (y/n)!” Tommy yelled, “That’s not fair Tech!”

Me. Blade glared at his brother, “Do you want me to send you down to Phil’s office Tommy?”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

After a moment under Mr. Blades glare, Tommy sighed, “Please don’t send me down to Phil.”

The teacher didn’t respond, instead standing up and moving to stand in front of the board, queuing up the intro slides for the day, “All right everyone, settle down. Today in our ‘tour of the ancient world’ or whatever, we’re going to start our mini unit on Greece.”

Statistics/Math: Mr. Was Taken

After a class that ended mostly in a rant about the myth of Heracles, you said goodbye to Ranboo and Tommy and met up with Purpled to head to math.

Mr. Wastaken was already passing out the notes when you two got there, sliding into your seats at the back of the classroom just as the bell rang.

“You’re late.” He chided, dropping the papers onto your desk, then Purpleds.

“Purp needed to refill his water bottle.” You explained.

“Seriously?” Mr. Wastaken questioned, “Dude, it’s second block, why the hell was your water already empty?”

Purpled shrugged, “P.E?”

“Ehh, wrong, Sapnap doesn’t have you till sixth period.”

“Stairs... are murder man.” He fumbled.

You nodded, “First floor to the fourth floor is tough Mr. Wastaken.”

Rolling his eyes, the teacher moved back to the front of the room, “Alright, last nights homework was a bit of a flop so we’ll be more review for the quiz tomorrow.”

You groaned internally, pulling out your pencil.

Purpled nodded, “I fuckin hate review days.”

“I can hear you, you know!” Mr. WasTaken half yelled.

Chemistry: Mr. Halo

After Math you and Purpled headed down to the science hall to meet back up with Tubbo to head to Chem.

“Welcome back everybody!” Mr. Halo greeted cheerily, “Good to see smiling faces for chemistry!”

How he managed to stay so upbeat, no one would ever know.

You sat down at your lab table with Tubbo, “You think we actually make it to doing the lab today before he starts talking about Mr. Skeppy again?”

“Oh no chance.”

You chuckled, pulling out your notebook as Mr. Halo pulled up the opening review before the lab.

Twenty minutes later found you elbow deep in the lab, quite literally.

“It was supposed to just be a small scale elephants toothpaste!” Mr. Halo cried.

Purpled grinned, “You should’ve taken my wildcard factor into account sir.”

You laughed, wiping the foam off your apron (thank god for lab aprons), “That was brilliant!”

A few minutes earlier, Tubbo had helped him do out the math to scale up the experiment by 20%, and you had willingly given up your own materials to help.

Now most of the classroom was covered in the foam, and Purpled and the girl who had been unfortunate enough to be partnered with him were knee deep in it.

“I sent the video to the groupchat.” Tubbo whispered.

“Good.” You chuckled again.

Mr. Halo groaned, “You three start cleaning this up, Elizabeth, dear, why don’t you join a different group.”

“I volunteer to switch with her!” Drista yelled, “they look like fun!”

Mr. Halo sighed, “No- no absolutely not- I can’t deal with you added to the mix.”

Drista pouted, the rest of the class went back to there work, and you, Tubbo and Purpled began to clean up the foam.

Drama: Mr. Soot

As Purpled left for his history class, you and tubbo headed twoard the music/performing arts suit, where you met up with Ranboo.

“Tommy said he wished he could’ve been there to see the foam.” Ranboo reported as Tubbo peeled off into the band room, and you both continued on to the green room.

“Hello, Hello, Hello!” Mr. Soot greeted in an aussie accent (you know the one).

“Oh god please say were not doing accents today.” Ranboo muttered.

Mr. Soot laughed, “Nah, we’re going to do some more rounds of improv.”

“Oh thank god.” You said as you moved to take a seat at one of the side tables.

“That would have been hell.” Ranboo agreed.

More people poured into the room, take seats all around as Mr. Soot began to dig through on of the closets.

As the bell rang he let out a triumphant cheer, turning around and brandishing a very large bowl of paper slips, “I found the prompts!”

“Oh dear lord.” Ranboo muttered.

“Mr. Soot can we please do like, anything else?” You asked, “Like scenes, or hell I’d even take monologues, you know we’re all shit at improv!”

The teacher sighed, “I suppose we could do something else. I guess we can begin our next topic, you’re all going to be assigned scenes and given time to practice them, we’ll present on Friday!”

The entire class breathed a sigh of relief that you had managed to change his mind.

~~ English: Mr. NotFound

After a very chaotic lunch full of Tubbo retelling a bunch of jokes Mr. Quackity had told during music, you trudged off to the one class that didn’t have any of your main group of friends in.

The one good thing about having Mr. NotFound as a teacher was that he had no clue what he was doing.

More often then not you would be left to do essays or read the required books, and then watch the movies that went along with them.

And, just your luck, your English block happened to take place during Mr. Wastaken’s prep period.

“Right, everyone, today’s a work day, finish up anything you need to for this class, or another, and I’ll put on a movie.” Mr. NotFound said as soon as everyone was seated.

Ten minutes into the movie the teacher had left, and you pulled up the group chat.

(y/n): Mr. NotFound has yet again suspiciously left during class.

Purp: sus

Purp: just went by WasTaken’s room

Purp: he’s not there

BooBoy: I saw him down in the science hall ten minutes ago

BeEs: Science hall is oposite to English isn’t it

(y/n): yeah it is

BooBoy: very sus

Purp: I swear their having an affair

BeEs: defintly a lesbian

BeEs: *leassion

BeEs: lesion

BeEs: le-a-zon

BeEs: you know what I mean!

BooBoy: take your time Tubbo

You chuckled quietly, putting your phone down to look back up at the movie on the screen.

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

“AYYYY kids!”

You groaned as your Spanish teacher burst into the room.

“What is with this guy?” Tommy muttered.

“ayy man not cool.” Mr. Dream said.

“Mr. Dream your ten minutes late!” Someone pointed out.

“SHut up man. And I told you just call me Mexican Dream!” The teacher said.

You frowned, “That doesn’t make sense, theres no way your first name is ‘mexican’.”

“Well its not,” He explained, “But its cause I’m the Mexican version of that math teacher!”

“Why couldn’t I have taken French like Boo and Purp?” Tommy asked the ceiling quietly.

~~ Home ec: Miss Nihachu

The last block of the day was always the best, but not just because school would be over soon.

There were three main reasons why everyone agreed it was the best.

1. Miss Nihachu was the nicest teacher in school

2. baking was done often, and everyone always got to take some home

3. it was the one class you, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled all had together.

Soon your found yourself crowded into one of the tiny kitchen areas with all your friends, as Miss Nihachu gave instructions.

“Now, if you make a mess you will be cleaning it up! I’m looking at your kitchen a!” She said, half threateningly.

Ranboo pushed away from the group, “I’m not with them I swear!”

Miss Nihachu rolled her eyes playfully, “Sure your not.”

Surprisingly, a mess was not fully made.

Somehow between Tommy wanting to taste the cookie dough at every step from butter to flour, Tubbo trying to add as many chocolate chips as he could, and Purpled all but refusing to move from where he was sitting on the counter, you and Ranboo managed to get the cookies into the oven with no real disasters.

As you wiped down the empty counter space you sighed, “That wasn’t too bad.”

“Yeah.” Tubbo agreed.

Tommy only nodded, still eating the large glob of cookie dough he’d stolen.

Ten minutes before the bell rang and when everyone was supposed to be finishing cleaning up you sniffed the air suspiciously, “Why do I smell burning?”

Tubbo took a deep breath, “I smell it too.”

“Oh yeah, something is definitly burning.” Ranboo agreed.

You whirled to face Purpled, who was absently scrolling through his phone, “Purp you did set a timer right?”

#mcyt x reader #platonic!mcyt x reader #minors gang #teddy06 writes #teddy06

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Sunday Morning (George Weasley)

Pairing: George Weasley x reader (y/n)

Prompt: George and Y/n have been dating for sometime now but hardly anyone in Hogwarts knows much about the couple. Everyone loves to make assumptions and imagine what it’s like but only the two of them truly know how wonderful it is.

Disclaimer: if you consider making out and kissing light smut, then this would be light smut lol also I will be posting more Tuesday from previous request !!

Warning: implied smut, mainly fluffy

Word Count: 4.9k

No student in their right mind enjoyed waking up before noon on a Sunday morning at Hogwarts. Saturdays were reserved for Quidditch matches, late night parties, trouble, and day trips to Hogsmeade. Sundays were reserved for recovery. And this morning was no different.

A handful of students were scattered about the Great Hall munching on the delicious food before them. Despite the colorful and bright breakfast lining the tables, the mood was dull and tiresome. Small whispers were heard as well as the pages of a book being turned, otherwise, it was quiet. The Gryffindor table was bare- well almost.

Each table had at least seven students or more but at the Gryffindor table, there were only two. The previous night had brought a never ending line of drinks and laughter. The Gryffindor common room was still buzzing even after the sun had risen. A nail-biting match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had taken place Saturday night. The tension was thick but the win tasted oh so sweet. Everyone was running on a high after the game. As a result of their victory, the fourth-year students and up decided to have a ‘little’ celebration. It could be assumed nearly no one went to bed the night fully sober, not even Hermione Granger. Fred Weasley had coaxed her into trying his beer after spending three hours following her around and pestering her with amusement. The same two Gryffindor’s sitting closely to each other at breakfast were the same two students who turned in for the night at 9pm and fell asleep in a sober state.

George Weasley and Y/n Y/l/n had been a couple for about a year and a half and seemed to only grow more infatuated with each other as the time swayed on. They were a more reserved couple, which surprised most. Fred and George had a large reputation at Hogwarts. Every student, as well as professor, knew their name. Even the ghosts and portraits would greet them by name!

The twins were outgoing, popular, chatty, and loud. They walked the castle with confidence like the prankster kings they are. That didn’t mean they weren’t two totally different people.

Fred took the lead in most situations and George followed after him with explanation. Fred acted on impulse and George put a bit more thought behind decisions. George was also more sympathetic than his twin. It was in these differences and more that Y/n fell for George and why they connected so perfectly. She was similar to him; outgoing, but still solemn and secretive. Happy and bubbly, thoughtful and caring.

When word spread about Y/n and George dating, everyone expected the two of them to be showing off their relationship with fireworks, bright lights, and confetti. Though the pair walked calmly into their class, holding hands and giggling to themselves as they whispered. They didn’t feel the need to show anything off to anyone or prove a single thing. Besides, Y/n didn’t want the whole school knowing her personal business. It felt a little more personal when they saved it for behind closed doors.

This doesn’t mean George wasn’t affectionate with Y/n in public. He always had his hand on her, typically laced within her own. He’d walk with her to every class, leaving her with kiss on both cheeks, her forehead, then lips. He’d flirt with her in class through notes and tease her endlessly. Everyone knew they were a couple deeply in love, they just didn’t know as much as they wanted. Gossip was the devil’s music and almost every student had their radio volumes on high. But George and Y/n refused to give them anything to talk about. It was admirable in the way. Their love was crystal clear, everyone could see that, but there was so much more beneath the surface their eyes were blocked from, and the couple loved that.

George and Y/n spent Saturday night in George’s dorm room, having their own little party. They mingled and socialized with their friends for a good two hours before sneaking away to the boy’s dormitory tower. Y/n managed to swipe a large carton of pumpkin juice to share then chased behind George. A smile kissed her lips when she noticed her boyfriend was having the same ideas as her. In his hands was a stack of cookies, and a bag of crisps.

“Great minds think alike.” He smirked and reached his hand out, eager for her touch again. She accepted the offer and delicately tugged on his hand. George glanced back, curious at her gesture. A gleeful flash crossed her sharp features. Y/n grabbed a fistful of George’s black robes and slammed his body towards her. George gasped slightly at the movement, clutching the food in his arms as to keep himself from dropping them.

Y/n matched her lips with George, dragging the tall Gryffindor down for a kiss. Bent at the knees, George leaned back so her body could rest against his. Y/n’s grasp remained on his chest but her free hand yanked at the back of his neck, deepening their already heated make out. George allowed his hand to slip down her back, the other still holding their snacks. Resting right at the small of her back, George began to lift his head, a signal for Y/n to pull back. A childlike pout seeped on her face while she let out a huff. She knew they would continue with this in his room but she couldn’t resist the opportunity to get a special sneak peek. A chuckle emanated through the grinning redhead. He was still shocked by her boldness- not that he minded. Not in the slightest. George leaned forward and painted a trail of kisses all across her face, not missing an inch of skin. The young witch retaliated the attack with a jab to his side, then a full-on tickle war. Loudly yelping, George attempted to grab her hands, but she was too quick. This was a typical moment between them, but not when they were somewhat in front of their friends. Not that they were paying any attention at all.

The partygoers seemed far too engaged in the music and talk that they missed the sweet entanglement. What a shame, George thought, it was what they had been waiting for after all. Something to talk about. Although the party was sure to give other chatter and topics for the next week to discuss. Y/n slowly stopped, still buzzing with laughter. George shook his head and leaned into the wall, still trying to recover from his girlfriend’s torturous wrath. His warm brown eyes were trained on her. They had been together for a while but sometimes, he still thought it was a dream. George left one last kiss to her forehead whispering against her skin, savoring the moment.

“I love you, darling... you’re so beautiful.”

“Stop it Georgie, you’re making me blush.” Y/n squealed as George grabbed at her waist and gave me a small twirl. Her flats landed back on the stone stairs with a clank. Leaning up, Y/n left one last kiss to George’s pink lips.

“That’s kind of the whole point, you’re adorable when your flustered. Now can I have another kiss, darling?”

“You’re going to have to catch me first!” With a quick giggle, Y/n turned on her heel and sprinted up the steps of the boy’s dormitory. The staircase was spiraled making the chase more difficult. Y/n was well aware she wasn’t going to win, but that was part of the fun. George being much taller took two steps at a time with ease, rapidly catching up to the young witch. This was their game, George could easily pull her back and get a kiss himself, but it wouldn’t be as exciting this way.

Y/n stopped at George’s door and looked behind her only to see George nearly towering over her smiling. He unlocked the door and pushed it open for the pair to enter. Luckily, all his roommates were still wrapped up in the party and wouldn’t be up for a few hours. George led Y/n to his bed, snatching back the covers and practically shoving her on the mattress. Y/n’s glamorous laughter filled the emptiness, warming George’s heart.

Pulling his wand out, George muttered a privacy spell, not wanting anymore to hear your sweet noise that would soon be coating the walls. He set his wand on his nightstand then focused back on the girl laying underneath him. She looked so pure, so dreamy just lying there. George moved forward, unable to resist the gravitational pull. This kiss was different than earlier- more serious and compassionate. Y/n wrapped her hands around his face, desperate to have as much contact with George as possible. They spent the rest of the night tangled in his bed sheets and howling with laughter. They watched the stars outside the small dorm window and held each other for the remained of the night. George’s roommates hadn’t even noticed the pair passed out in his bed when they turned in for the night.

Fred walked over, excited to tell his brother about his snog fest with Angelina but stopped short. His twin was sound asleep, arms secured around the smaller frame in front of him. It was a good thing Fred liked Y/n, otherwise he surely would’ve kicked the girl out. Although he didn’t have the heart to do so when he saw the couple. Y/n’s hands clutched her boyfriend’s grip as her head rested against his chest, buried in a deep slumber.

“Oi’ Fred, leave ‘em be. They’re in love.” Lee, still buzzing off the flowing drink, was stumbling to his bed, tearing off his school uniform in the process. The lights were dim and the rising sun began to break through the dorm windows.

Fred walked towards Lee Jordan’s bed and started rummaging through his dresser drawers. He was in search of something, Lee wasn’t even sure. Soon enough Fred came back to his bed and sat down with a camera in his hands. Lifting the lens to his view, Fred snapped a line of photos of the sleeping couple. Lee chuckled with a roll of his eyes. Fred always loved harassing his twin about how in love he was with their friend. Lee and Fred were happy it was Y/n and not some other girl.

The pictures slowly processed but Fred’s interest had moved on. Lee was already tucked into bed, his eyes closed as his drunk snores shook the room. The alcohol was wearing off and the desire for sleep was settling in. Fred threw on a pair of red pajamas and climbed into bed. He was in another dream land before his head could hit the pillow, which brings us back to breakfast Sunday morning.

Y/n and George enjoyed the lack of life in the dinning hall. They shared a similar group of friends and loved them very much, but it was a special moment when they were able to bask in the light of each other. George’s company was like a never-ending hug. His smile conflicted with the fearless butterflies fluttering in her stomach. No other man had ever had this effect on her. She was weaved into his very soul.

Sitting and chatting amongst themselves, George had an arm thrown loosely around his girlfriend, admiring her morning appearance. Her hair was still messy, needing a brush through. There were tiny lines under her eyes from the lack of sleep she had been getting. George knew she slept best when they shared a bed so he always tried to let her sleep in as late as her vivid mind would allow. For Y/n, sleeping in until 10am on the weekends was considered a treat. She hated feeling as if she has wasted her day away by sleeping. George on the other hand would stay in bed all week long if his professors allowed it.

“Did you hear Lee last night? I heard him trying to get to the bathroom and when he was going for the door, he tripped over Fred’s school bag and took down his nightstand with him! Fred screamed so loud- I can’t believe you didn’t wake up!” Her musical laughter sent tingels through George’s body. It was like a dose of dopamine, his eyes couldn’t resist glancing down at her. George had almost every little centimeter of Y/n’s grinning features memorized in his skull. Although there were pictures to taped to his walls of you so of course that played a role as well. But he often found himself staring at her- sometimes not even noticing the diversion of attention. Most of Snape’s class George spent daydreaming about his future with Y/n. He’d think of their wedding, buying a house together, starting a family, celebrating holidays together, seeking out new adventures and everything in between. He found himself eager to leave Hogwarts for good and move out so you could start that chapter of your life together.

Squeezing Y/n shoulder, George pulled her closer to his side,

“No, I slept like a baby next to you. Can’t believe you’re thinking about other guys while you’re laying in my arms, that’s just heartbreaking-“ “George!” Wide eyed, Y/n smacked her boyfriend’s side. George erupted in a fit of chuckles, rubbing the side of his arm she had attacked. “I’m only teasin’ you, darling. Wish I would’ve seen that though, I’m sure Fred will give him hell for it.”

“It wasn’t a pleasant sight at all. Poor boy just laid there, didn’t even get up for another few minutes.” Y/n took a bit out of her toast absentmindedly. Her thoughts were still on last night and the tumble her friend had taken. It was pretty funny, but she was too tired to humor the moment. Not to mention the moans of pain Lee let out as he squirmed around on the floor. It was an odd method to rid the pain, not that it seemed to relieve anything.

“Sure it hurt his massive ego more than anything.”

Y/n was about to change the subject when the sound of footsteps made the couple turn. By the entrance of the Great Hall was half the group of Y/n and George’s friends. Fred, Lee, Hermione, Harry and Ron found their way to the pair as they entered for breakfast. Ron was visibly excited at the menu for the day. He plopped himself diagonal from his older brother in front of a mouth water mountain of pancakes swimming in syrup and crisp strips of bacons displayed on top. The ginger wasted no time digging into his meal. Hermione squinted her eyes at him but took the open seat next to him regardless. She was across from Y/n and gave her close friend a sweet smile and ‘good morning’. Harry sat next to Hermione and Lee crossed the table to occupy the spot next to Y/n. She looked at him knowingly and before she could ask how he was feeling, the Chip to George’s Dale greeted them,

“Good morning, love birds! Have we missed out on any adorably puke worthy moments yet?”

“Hello Fred- and everyone else.” Fred swung his leg one at a time over the long bench, shoving himself in-between George and Y/n. This earned a harsh shove from George causing Fred to bump Y/n. Her juice splashed onto the table, wetting the front of her notebook. The girl glared at the twins, annoyed by the shift in company. George muttered an apology while Fred simply shrugged and leaned into her.

“How are you feeling after your little accident last night, Jordan?”

“Oh god,” Lee face palmed immediately while Fred started to laugh at the recollection, “Please don’t tell me you were awake.” He said embarrassed. Y/n nodded and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“I woke up when I heard you talking about the bathroom then I saw you get tangled in Fred’s bag and fall onto the floor. You also knocked over your stand I believe. Then you just laid on the floor and I reckon you were gonna end it all, felt sorry honestly. I would’ve gotten up but I was too tired to help.” This caused the whole table to laugh in unison at her statement. Lee scurried to explain and calm down his friends,

“You would be right- it’s not funny, guys! I was piss ass drunk and couldn’t tell my right foot from my left.” The giggles continued on for a while as Harry and Ron asked Lee to explain. He told the his side of the event, which created ever more rambunctiousness. Hermione was holding to Harry’s shoulder for stability as her body shook with humor.

“Speaking of last night, you two cuties seemed to have a fun time alone!” Fred sounded a bit too happy for either of the couple’s liking.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Fred?”

“Don’t ask-“ Lee was swiftly interrupted by a gleaming Fred.

“Glad you asked!” He cheered. Lifting himself up, Fred reached into the pocket of his robes and retrieved four square slips. He held the small card like squares in one hand and, much to his brother’s disbelief, wrapped his free his arm around Y/n’s shoulders. George’s eye narrowed at this. What was his brother up to? The mischievous smirk returned to Fred’s face as he looked between Y/n and his brother. It was so hard for Fred to get something good to tease George with. He practically gave him nothing!

Fred turned the squares around flashing the contents to the four friends sitting infront of him. Hermione was the first to react, gasping as she took one of the squares from Fred. Her hand was covering her mouth as she awed. Ron looked… disgusted? It was hard to tell. He looked pleased with the food on his plate and in his mouth, but bitter towards Fred’s surprise. Ron waved his hand, signaling to Fred that he didn’t care.

Harry just smiled then glanced up towards George, then over to Y/n. By this point, Y/n had enough of the mixed emotion stares from her friends and yanked Fred’s arm back so she could see what the pictures were of.

Suddenly, the Gryffindor felt her mouth open in shock as she examined the photo. George mirrored her actions and looked at his twin in confusion.

“You creep! We were sleeping.” Y/n screeched at the image clutched between Fred’s fingers. George attempted to snatch the pile from his hands but being twins, Fred saw that one coming. He pulled them back, there was no way Fred would allow George or Y/n not have the pictures that quickly. Lee Jordan had a similar smirk as Fred, it was amusing for a Sunday morning. Saturday hadn’t given much news for the week so of course their friends were bound to fall back on the topic of George and Y/n. Fred had struck gold with this one. It was harmless of course, but it made the couple flustered to deal with the teasing.

“I told him to leave you guys alone, but knowing Fred, this is nothing. Actually quite a cute little moment-“ Hermione interrupted Lee with an excited voice,

“Oh my god, Y/n! This is so adorable. I have to show Ginny!” She flashed a grin to Y/n and exited the hall with a speed walk. Y/n let out a groan. Hermione would show Ginny plus some, Ginny would show Alicia plus some, and so on. She didn’t care so much as she was annoyed to have attention drawn to her relationship with George. It happens to a lot of couples at Hogwarts. It’s a big school, but the students are close. Couples get a little more attention among the students. Watched with more scrutiny by students praying for drama, sadly there was an overcrowding of these students at Hogwarts. Talk spread like wildfires, and in the process, words get manipulated. Rumors ensue and drama explodes. Y/n and George were happy- in love. The last thing they wanted was talk around the castle.

“Girls…” Ron mumbled and shook his head.

“Really, Fred? You know I’m going to make it my goal to get a picture of you snogging Angelina. At least people know I’m dating Y/n, wait until they get ahold of you and Angelina! The gossip! I can already hear it.” George’s threat came with a devilish smirk to his lips. On the other side of Fred, Y/n felt her body calming at George’s words. He was cracking playful taunts and was somehow enjoying the situation.

“Ah it wasn’t that bad, relax. I’m just giving the people what they want! You two are so secretive- everyone wanted to see more! I mean, you guys are basically the topic of everyone’s discussion lately. It’s sickeningly adorable so chill out. You don’t need to take it that far.”

“For once, he’s right, George.” Y/n squished Fred as she leaned across his body causing him to move back so she could squeeze George’s hand. “I think it’s cute. You look so soft and peaceful when you’re asleep!”

The four boys watched hesitantly. There were rare instants like these where they got a glimpse into the layers of the couple’s ways. This also means they had a feeling where this was about to turn, and none of them wants to deal with any sappiness before noon. Just as predicted, George slides his hand from Y/n’s up the side of her arm to her neck, where he held a half grip for composure and control. Nudging her forward by the back of her neck, George linked his lips to Y/n and kissed her with his twin still leaning back. This time, Fred did not want to sit in the middle of them. A chorus of protests could be heard as Ron threw a piece of bread at George. Harry stuck his tongue out in an overexaggerated expression of disgust. Hands secured around his face. Lee opened his fingers to peek through waiting for the heated embrace to wrap up.

“Well how could I not when I have the most beautiful girl in the world laying in my arms?” This was their favorite game to play. George would over play his cheesiness until his friends would lose interest and demand the cuteness to stop.

Y/n batted her eyes up at George, bathing in the reactions of her friends. They made her and George uncomfortable more times than she could count so it was self-rewarding to turn the table on them.

Fred place one hand on Y/n’s shoulder and the other on his twin, shoving them apart in one motion,

“Okay, ew.” A grimace covered Fred’s features. He found himself wished he had stayed in bed instead of coming to breakfast. It was far too early to see this much love. George’s plate was nearly empty, and he was finishing up the last bit of his omelet. His coffee cup was bone dry, having been that way shortly after they sat down. It was no secret he had a bit of an addiction of caffeine. Y/n sipped from a small glass cup. The dark blue liquid was sweet and smooth. Blueberry juice was a rarity she had only stumbled upon at Hogwarts. She could recall the look of cluelessness her muggle cashier had given her when she asked for a gallon from a supermarket near her home.

Y/n chewed on the last piece of her toast while George gave his brother innocent eyes,

“What? I’m just giving the people what they want, what they’ve been dying to talk about! You said it yourself, Freddie.” Fred shot sharp daggers at George for his wit. He knocked him on the side of the head a replied,

“Okay, I take it back then. I’d rather not know, and you can go be all lovey dovey in private, away from me please!” Lifting his hand, Fred started shooing his hand and motioned towards the staircase outside the large doors.

Harry and Lee paused their side conversation and Ron sat down his fork for a moment. Ron grasps his chin and slides his lips to the side of his mouth, as if deep in contempt. He then remarked,

“Agreed.” Harry and Lee chuckled and shrugged.

More students had started to flow freely into the dining hall. Y/n figured the more Gryffindor’s that swept into the hall, the less occupying the common room. The gentle brown orbs of George found their way to Y/n’s every few seconds. When their gaze met, her bottom lip drew back as she bit on the skin subconsciously, George noticed this. He shifted forward not realizing he was leaning in towards her. Fred shouted a quick ‘no’ not wanting a repeat of the previous scenario. Y/n made kissy faces at Fred, mocking his displeasure. At the same time George brought his finger up to his twin’s head and delivered a hard flick. Fred reached for the side of his head, glaring at George.

“C’mon, George. I think we have some business to attend to, in private.” Y/n winked at her boyfriend who had a cheeky smile plastered to his lips. George sprung up from his seat and quickly got off the bench and extended his arm. A light tint popped on Y/n’s cheeks as his thoughtfulness. Wrapping her arm around his, she accepted his help and climbed over the seat.

“Couldn’t agree more, love.” George and Y/n started walking away from their friends and heading for the common room. They hadn’t made any plans for the day anyhow so spending it next to the fire or in his room sounded more than appealing. George stopped their pace just as they reached the massive doors of the Great Hall. Bending slightly at the knees, George pressed a feather like kiss to Y/n’s forehead, then on the tip of her nose, earning a wave of giggles from the girl. It was his favorite sound. George attached his arm around hers once again and set back off for their destination. Before they could make it out free, the familiar voice of Fred shouted across the hall,

“You better keep it on your side, George! And not on my bed or I swear to Merlin I will hex both of you!”

George waved back to him, giving him a thumbs up with a less than confident expression. His hand trailed down from her back to the curve of her ass and started to grab at the skin until she swatted it away, feeling the pairs of eyes glued to them. It was bold, undoubtably hot, but there were far too many students in the hall for Y/n’s liking to continue it there. His touch creates a pit of warmth in the bottom of her stomach. They didn’t show any of this in front of their friends, so it was exciting in a way but worrisome at the same time. Y/n had no intentions of turning a PG-13 situation R in the Great Hall with most of her friends and a bunch of second- and first-year children trying to enjoy breakfast. Didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling a bit frustrated and wanting to throw that feeling back on him. Fred scowled but sat back down. They were twins, he knew George wouldn’t but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed by his mockful antics.

“Not nice, George. You’re so mean to poor Freddie. I think I should go talk to him and make it up to him… for how rude you were.” Her words dripped with witticism and a sweet passion burned in her eyes. George knew that look; he absolutely loved that look.

“No, you’re not making anything up to him. You’re mine, not Fred’s or have you forgotten? Now go up to your dorm room and meet me in mine in twenty.” There was a difference to the twinkle in his eyes. Darker than before, more fired up. Y/n’s hand shook at his words, noticeably flushed and taken aback by his strong words. They had only recent started being intimate a few months ago so they had been finding out new things about each other every day. This, this was definitely new. And Y/n found herself weak at the knees by it.

These moments were not too common, but she loved them. It was fun to see George getting worked up by just her teasing words alone. He shifted as he picked up the pace. The material of his jeans growing constrictive and uncomfortable with every step. Y/n was practically being dragged down the long hall until George came to a halt, then abruptly turned to head back in the direction of the Great Hall. Before walking off completely, he left one last peck to Y/n’s warm cheek, then dart off.

Lost at his change, Y/n furrowed her brows in question, “Where are you going?”

George’s body swirled around at her request. He didn’t stop his pace, now walking backwards towards the dining hall. Shoving his thumb to his back, he gestured to their previous spot,

“I’ve gotta tell my roommate not to come back to the dorm for a few hours. We’re going to be quite busy, darling. It seems there’s a lesson that you’ve forgot. I’m going to have to teach you and knowing how stubborn you are, it could take a while.” With a wink he rushed into the hall and disappeared. Y/n didn’t need to be told more. She started walking again- or rather running towards her dorm room to freshen up. Based on his words, she knew it would be one hell of a morning.

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blackcherrykiss · 3 years

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.5)

[CH.1] [CH.2] [CH.3] [CH.4] previous chapters

[CH.6] next chapter (now available!)

genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

P.S Niki and Sunoo's roles become bigger in later chapters :) sorry I took 2 weeks to update. School + new enhypen teasers made me alter the story now jesus their lore is confusingly interesting. Didn't proofread half of this chapter LOL. Happy readings <3

"Well now that everyone is here, I'd like to announce we have a new student who just transferred here." Your eyes were immediately drawn to the student's platinum blonde hair. Despite his sharp and charismatic face, his eyes were delicate and innocent. He had an exceptionally small face and a sunkissed skin tone. The new student snapped himself around so that the entire classroom got a good look at him, "Hello, my name is Park Jongseong or Jay, call me whatever you feel." He bowed slightly, his voice having a cool ring that played over in your head.

"Everybody please welcome Jay to our astronomy class. Lend him any of our previous notes because midterms are coming up and I'd appreciate as a teacher if you guys helped him catch up before our long weekend coming up in two weeks." Your teacher gave a warm smile, nodding in such a way that made the rest of the class nod with her.

Without a student saying a word, everyone's eyes followed him as he took a seat at a desk a couple of rows in front of you.

You stared at him tirelessly, barely listening as your teacher rambled off-topic. You noticed Jay often stared out at the crying sky that occasionally flickered with lightning. His eyes focused intently on the woods. You were sure you weren't the only one who was interested in the new boy as you frequently caught other students glancing over at him every few seconds. Jay carried an attractive and dark aura that clearly contrasted from the crowd. Both girls and boys stared at him not because of his pretty face but because he was far different from the new students who had joined your school mid-semester.

The class flew by for you because of Jay until a simple but intriguing question was purposed by the teacher, "Bonus marks today if anyone can guess when the next full moon is." she lifted her eyes off the projector for a few moments, waiting for answers to come sailing.

"Saturday?" Somebody from the front called out, followed by numerous answers that ranged between the second week to the fourth week of the month.

"Come on now. Don't blurt out, give others chances to guess. Jay why don't you guess?" Your teacher questioned welcomingly, expecting no answer from him.

He leaned back in his chair, scraping the non-writing end of his ballpen on his thumb, "November 30." A gentle sound of thunder playing perfectly when he said the answer; like some sort of scene out of a comic.

"Ding ding ding!" Your teacher switched to a PowerPoint slide with the new unit name bolded, "I know this isn't part of the curriculum but I got it approved by the head of the school." She took a breath, giving students time to comprehend what was presented in front of them. "Our next unit will be looking deeper at the moon. More specifically, we'll be looking at both the sciency and non-sciency sides of this topic. And before anyone asks; no, you don't need to believe in astrology or superstitions to understand the non-sciency material. It's just very fascinating because it connects to many cultures." Your attention was now far away from Jay. You were enthusiastic about a topic for once in the class.

"And looks like we're running out of time." Your teacher's wrist clock blocking her eyes. "That's it for today's class everyone! I'll have your projects marked for next class, I promise! Have a good day." She said while shutting off the projector.

You slid all your handouts into your binder, not bothering to align the three-hole punches of the papers to their designated rings.

"Y/N before you go, do you mind helping out Jay? Today or tomorrow?" Your teacher stopped you on your way out.

"Like lend him my notes?"

"Yep! I just forgot to ask but he just left so you might be able to catch up to him. Maybe ask if he's got the notes yet."

You waved your goodbyes and chased the new boy down, his uniquely blonde hair standing out from the hallway of heads. You picked up the pace to catch up with his swift steps when you caught him chatting with Sunghoon and Jaeyun. Your feet froze straight down in their place.

Were they new friends? Or perhaps they were old friends?

You weren't going to bother talking to Jay as you already knew what kind of funny business would come up if you did. You could only watch them swing and lean their arms against each other in a close and friendly way. The picture was becoming more and more clear to you as to what kind of association Jay had with Sunghoon and Jaeyun perhaps even Heeseung, Sunoo or Jungwon.

...

You throw yourself violently over your thick mattress after finishing a long study and homework session at your dorm. The session wasn't productive but the time you spent surrounded by your schoolwork made it feel that way. Your dorm was awfully quiet that afternoon as your dormmates had music rehearsals for their extracurriculars. Nana had told you to come by the music rooms around a quarter past five when their practice was over to go down to the dining hall and have dinner but you couldn't think of a way to kill your remaining hour alone.

Phones were forbidden in your school and you often felt uncontrollably alone and bored with your thoughts during your free time. You could only lay tangled in your bed with your half progressed work in the corner of your eye. You shift on one side to watch your wide-open binder until you got some burst of motivation to finish studying until an idea hits you.

After eyeing your handouts from your astronomy class, you decide to hit the library and do some reading to get a little advanced in the class. Sure you could study for your other class but the sudden idea was far more worth your time in your mind. You quickly twirl out of your room, clearing your desk while you're at it. Excitedly, you hop into your shoes and head straight for the library. You were put in a good mood as you skipped along the long journey to the bookhouse.

The library was moderately packed as you don't bother to recognize any faces there. You get deja vu as you trail the same path you did when Sunghoon and Kyungeun were around. Sliding between the thin space between the bookshelves once again, you search for the section related to the moon, feeling dizzy at the sight of books your school owned. You could've made your life easier by asking the librarian but you were confident you could find it on your own. You move up and down the aisles as you catch a glimpse of theoretical and astrology related books that sit next to a couple of history books.

Backing up, you awkwardly bend your knees forward to get a better look at the small selection of books under the genre. You peel a random book spine out from its tight spot as if it had never been taken out before. You dust off the book a bit, reading the wordless cover and open it to check if it was really related to any sort of astronomy as you find a much stranger subject being discussed.

"Finding everything alright?" The librarian comes by, pushing a kart from the other end of the shelves. "I-I'm looking for books related to the moon." You say, standing up and forgetting you still had the old book in hand.

"The scientific information is just on the other side of this shelf but the section you were just looking at has some interesting stuff that might be related." The librarian stuffed herself in between the shelves to get toward you.

"Yeah, I noticed... This book I just picked up was talking about vampires." You laugh a little as you hold it up.

"Ah, that book..." She paused, snatching the book out of your hands to examine it, "I read this before... It relates to astrology. I think there are some parts of the book that go into detail about the moon, you should give it a read."

"Is this book just theoretical research about vampires though?" You were unconvinced with the idea.

"Yeah, real or not, our school grounds and the neighbouring town are talked about in the book. Apparently many years ago this place used to be a hotspot for vampires." She looked you dead in the eyes.

"Do you think the information is true?" You questioned with deep curiosity upon her answer.

"Some information in there is haunting. I think vampires did exist." She said with some sort of distress beginning to seep into her face.

Shivers ran down your spine, if she was just trying to sell you the book, it was working damn well on you.

"I'll leave you be, no need to sign out the book, nobody ever takes it out so I trust you'll return it." And with that said, she left you cold with mystery as the book between your fingers stared at you with big round eyes.

You shake back to reality, checking your wrist just to find out your time has vanished. You shift your priorities to getting to the music department, throwing the book into your bag without much thought.

...

The sun was already going down around the afternoon as the days got shorter with autumn blossoming. You're standing between rooms full of beautiful voices and instruments, peering through every window attached to a door in an attempt to find your roommates. The issue was the widows didn't give much of a view as to who was in the rooms. But your ears were drawn to a gentle piano that played a bittersweet melody beneath the louder sounds of people singing in a harmonious glee. As you move in the forward direction of the hallway, the piano gets clearer to your ears. It became clear that the sound was coming out of a room with its door wide open. Your back attached it to the wall in fear of being seen as slide yourself until you meet the spine of the door where you could see into the shadowy room.

Your eyes lit up when they see a familiar platinum blondie behind the keys. The melody was enchanting and was played in such a personal way as the sounds escaped into the noisy environment where it hoped to go unheard. Jay had reached the final notes of his song as he turned his head in your direction. It was as if he knew of your present from the moment you started watching him from the doorway.

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youngbloodlisk · 3 years

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Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

#ciiikbwork #nct ten smut #wayv ten smut #superm ten smut #nct smut #wayv smut #superm smut

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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not to go full fluff central but omg can you write a one shot about matthew hanging out with his kids?? i see him as a girl dad and he would 100% play dress up with them and they would be wrapped around his finger and itd be so sweet it could cause cavities lmao i just want that man to have children so bad

ugh yes i want him to have kids so bad and YES he 100% is a girl dad i definitely agree. this was super interesting to write tbh bc i did it from his perspective but i'm glad i did and i'm glad you asked for it bc we love a saccharine one-shot! also i'm so bad at names for characters i'm sorry lol.

summary: Matthew has a day off with his two daughters!

content warnings: none! literally just fluffy fluff with a side of fluff.

word count: 2.1k

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when Matthew wakes up to the press of a crayon on his forearm, he nearly startles. his head jerks up to see his daughter, Juniper, trying to draw on him. her hair is neatly braided and the other side of the bed is empty, indicating that his wife has already gotten up.

"good morning, sweetpea." he says to Juniper with a tired smile, wincing when she tries in vain to draw on him. wax on skin doesn't work that way.

"it isn't working, Dad." she pouts. she throws the purple crayon onto the bed and stares at him. she's got dark lashes framing huge, beautiful eyes, and a gap between her front teeth. she pried out the baby tooth a week ago-- seven years old and already determined to take it out herself-- and has been showing it around the house like a trophy.

"maybe we can try with markers after I get up." he suggests. she peers at him with an impatient expression.

"fine." although the word is venomous, she crawls up the bed until she's tucked beneath his arm and he kisses the top of her head. Matthew smiles to himself as he holds her, happy to have the whole day to spend with his kids. he hasn't had a day off in forever.

"should we make breakfast for you and your sister?" he asks cheerfully.

"yes!" she leaps up to stand on the bed, jumps around a little bit on the cushy mattress. "come on!"

"okay, okay," he chuckles, throwing off the covers. "let me brush my teeth first, sweetheart."

"I'm coming with." Juniper is insistent as she follows him. he takes out his toothbrush and toothpaste while she paws through her mother's makeup drawers and skincare. she grabs a bottle of perfume and examines it carefully. "what is this?"

"let's be careful with that." Matthew turns from the mirror, where he can see the rat's nest of hair on his head while he brushes his teeth, and gently puts the glass bottle back on the counter. Juniper crosses her arms.

"what is it?" she repeats. her father finishes up, then lifts her into his arms like she's a sack of potatoes.

"it's your mom's favorite smell." he clarifies. after kissing her little cheek, he walks into the kitchen with Juniper's arms wrapped around his neck. she clings to him like he is everything in the world, and he realizes that this is one of his favorite parts of the day. whenever he holds his daughters, he feels the kind of joy that simply can't be replicated. his heart overflows for them.

"morning, sleepyhead." Y/N looks up from the counter, where she's biting into a piece of toast and talking excitedly to their other child, Autumn. Matthew grins at the sight of her, so beautiful when she's laughing with her daughter.

"morning." he's smitten.

"I have to go in a minute, but I figured you'd be able to handle a day with them?" she comes over to him and kisses his lips, saying the last part softly. Juniper leans her head on her father's chest, staring at her mother with those enormous eyes.

"with these two devils?" Matthew nods to the girls. "of course."

Y/N shakes her head with a laugh and gives each of her daughter's foreheads before grabbing her purse.

"bye, Mama!" Juniper and Autumn say in unison.

"bye, my angels. I love you very much." she smiles warmly, ruffling Autumn's silky curls before touching Matthew's arm tenderly and heading out of the kitchen. he watches her go, waits for the sound of the lock clicking into place, before he looks conspiratorially between the remaining household.

"who wants pancakes?" he smirks. their ensuing squeals are affirmation enough.

...

"Dad, can I show you my ballet tutu?" Autumn surprises Matthew by grabbing onto his leg while he's making pancakes. Juniper is standing on a stool beside him, watching and helping to flip the flapjacks.

"nobody wants to see that, Autumn." Juniper scowls impatiently at her younger sister. Matthew turns to his little one and smiles.

"I would love to see your new tutu, sweetheart." he says. Autumn gives the other girl a triumphant look before running off to her room. when Matthew looks at Juniper, she blushes. "be nicer to your sister, Juni." he says gently.

the little scolded creature crosses her arms over her chest and turns her gaze to the pancakes. she knows she's not supposed to be mean, but sometimes Autumn is just so annoying. Matthew can't even pretend to stay mad for long, however, and offers the spatula to her.

"do you wanna flip it?" he smiles.

"yep!" Juniper quickly slides the utensil under the pancake, her father's hand guiding hers to make sure she doesn't accidentally burn herself. she's a smart girl, but she's inherited his lack of coordination (and his nose). they giggle together at the sound of the batter slapping the pan.

"dad, look!" Autumn tugs on the leg of his pants and he glances down to see her wearing a bright pink tutu over her leggings. his jaw drops open in wonderment, tinged with a smile.

"oh my goodness!" he gasps, hoisting her into his arms and burying his face in her curls. "you look just like a princess!"

she giggles. Matthew turns off the stove for a moment to spin her around in his arms before setting her down again and crouching to look at her. "can we see your dance routine after breakfast?"

Autumn nods shyly. he holds her tiny hand in his and kisses the back of it before standing back up. Juniper waits for him on her stool. they get back to cooking, both girls chatting about anything and everything while their father listens intently.

once they set the plates out on the table, Juniper volunteers to distribute forks and knives, and soon they've got a whole spread of golden brown pancakes, whipped cream, and fruit. they heap their dishes with food. the girls have a tendency to take more than they can actually eat, but that's okay. he loves the look of excitement in their eyes when they drizzle syrup over everything.

"nice job, kiddos." he nods, impressed, like they've made the whole meal themselves. both siblings grin back at him proudly. "let's dig in!"

he's hungry. Matthew cracks a couple jokes while they eat, pokes Autumn's stomach when she gets full halfway through her third pancake, and then both he and Juniper watch her do her ballet routine for them. she spins, twirls, smiles as she finishes the dance by throwing both arms into the air like she's won an Olympic gold medal. in his eyes, she has.

even Juniper is supportive and claps with a smile at her sister's achievement. although she teases and can be a bit too harsh with her younger sibling at times, the truth is that she's proud of her. it's evident in the way they play together in the summer, running around beneath the sun while Matthew and his wife sip on glasses of iced tea.

"brava!" he cheers when she skips back to her seat at the table. "a royal performance!"

"dad, can we have more whipped cream?" Juniper eyes the canister on the table with hungry eyes. he mulls this over for a second, enamored with the fact that she is so clearly his daughter. down to her features and mannerisms, her tendency to crawl onto the couch and watch the scary movies with him that she probably shouldn't be watching at her age. Autumn looks more like her mother, sweet and optimistic. a dreamy expression on her face.

he grabs the canister from the middle of the spread and pops the cap off the top.

"only if you don't tell your mother." he laughs. Juniper shakes her head vehemently like a half promise and opens her mouth as he puts a pile of whipped cream in it. he does it to Autumn next, then himself. they lean back in their chairs, rubbing their bellies with satisfaction.

"yummy." Juniper grins.

"whipped cream is the best topping in the world," Matthew says matter-of-factly, passing down a pearl of knowledge that will stay with them forever. "don't ever let anyone tell you different."

the three of them clean the dishes together, blowing suds all over the room while they listen to Sam Cooke and dance. the house rings with their laughter and the sounds of feet hitting the ground in rhythmic elation, the kitchen their personal concert hall.

if he could only bestow a few life lessons on them, one of them would be the importance of listening to old music.

Matthew wishes that he could spend all his days with them, making breakfast and hearing their crazy ideas. the world is so full and open to them, he sometimes finds himself thinking about how they're going to conquer it. they've got a grittiness to them that they could only get from their mother-- an absolute sureness that stiffens their little spines-- and an imagination that could fill books with stories. he wants to paint for them, do everything for them.

but for today, they head to Autumn's room and play dress-up with the enormous chest of costumes by her bed. should he work on not spoiling her so much? maybe. he doesn't care. she's absolutely adorable when she hauls out princess dresses, doctors' jackets and stethoscopes, other disguises. he thinks she's going to be an actress; she loves to take on different jobs and throw herself into them, walking around the house ordering that her next patient be brought in or for someone to prepare her microscope. her mind is full of ideas.

Juniper pretends to be disinterested in dressing up, but she gives up the act once Autumn hands her a tiara to wear and pours her imaginary tea.

"what flavor is this?" Matthew takes a sip from his miniature cup, fanning his mouth like it's hot. "it's divine."

"it's normal tea, you cuckoo bird." Autumn giggles. she sets the teapot down on the plastic table.

"I'm a cuckoo bird?" he pretends to be offended. "you're a cuckoo bird!"

"no I'm not!" Autumn protests, but Matthew is already wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. he tickles her sides.

"you're the cuckoo bird!" he repeats through her fits of laughter. she squeals and kicks with joy until he sets her back on her feet.

"your hair is crazy." Juniper scolds. Matthew sighs and runs a hand through the unruly curls. they always tease him about it, and somehow it never gets old.

"probably because this one messed it up with her claws." he pokes Autumn's side and he suppresses a gleeful smile.

"Dad, you need a tiara, too." Juniper points to the empty spot on his head. "Autumn, get him one."

the younger sister looks like she's going to defy her sister's bossy demand, but decides against it and runs off to grab another bejeweled piece to place on her father's head. it's comical, the way the tiny thing sits.

"thank you, sweetpea." he smiles at his youngest, pinching her cheek before glancing between the two of them seriously. "how do I look?"

"silly." Juniper giggles. she straightens it out on his head and he wrinkles his nose.

"hey! boys can wear tiaras, too," he defends with mock attitude. "now, can I have more tea, please? I finished mine already."

"of course." Autumn stands diplomatically and pours him a new cup while they pretend to snack on baked goods. Matthew tells them about the new movie he's directing, dipping into his storyteller voice and wiggling his fingers with every mention of a spooky plot point. the girls sit at rapt attention, hanging on his every word, despite the fact that he's got a miniature tiara on his head.

they adore him, and every second he's there, they revel in it. they love their mother, too, of course. but days with their dad are just... different. he lets them eat whipped cream by themselves and tells them stories, kisses their foreheads and dances in the kitchen with them. they always have fun together, no matter how dreary the day is. and those feelings won't change as they get older; he's their rock, their security. he always will be.

#mgg fluff #matthew gray gubler #fluff

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shirtlesssammy · 3 years

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15x19: Inherit the Earth

We’re down to the end, and guys, I’m not ready. :(

Then:

THEY’RE IN LOVE

Now:

The world is empty.

Sam and Jack wander the empty streets. Dean pulls up in the Impala (still wearing his jacket with Cas’s bloody handprint. BRB CRYING.) Everyone’s gone. Dean tells the others that it’s Chuck that did this. Jack asks the IMPORTANT question: “Where’s Cas?” Dean looks down and hesitates, but eventually says, “He saved me.” He tells them the cliff’s notes version of what happened while shoving down A MILLION feelings of regret and loss and I want to hug him. “Cas is gone,” he finishes, and hahahahahahahahah NOPE. Sam, in disbelief, calls his side-ship Jody. No answer.

They head to an empty sports bar (AND WHAT I WOULD DO TO GO TO A BAR WITH FRIES AND TVs AND BEER RIGHT NOW). Jack stays outside and prays to Cas. He gets nothing and starts walking. All the flowers start to wilt as he passes them. WHAT IS HAPPENING?

Sam blames himself and is done. They decide to meet with Chuck.

They tell him that they’ll play his little game. They’ll kill each other. Dean demands that they put everything back to normal first, though. “The people, the birds, Cas.” All of it. (WEEPING.)

Dean, DEAN, Cas doesn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.

Yeah, Chuck doesn’t care. He’s really into the brothers' suffering alone story. “That’s deep, that’s sophisticated, that’s a page turner.” Oh, Chuck, you dumb bastard.

Cut to the bunker where they’re all suffering on their own. Jack wallows in his room. Sam wanders the halls, and Dean lays passed out on a bottle of liquor in the library. Sam finds Dean in the library, and Jack soon joins them to tell them that he’s sensing another presence in the world.

They head to a gas station. Dean heads for the bathroom, and hears a whimpering. IT’S A DOG. And Dean’s so happy to have found him. He names the dog Miracle.

Dean brings the dog out to show Sam. He tells him that Miracle is coming home with them. I AM DYING. Sam is shocked. Dean tells him not to worry because he’ll only let him ride shotgun if Sam is cool with it. Lol.

Of course, all good things must end. And Miracle dusts like everything else in existence. Dean looks around and sees Chuck giving him a smarmy salute. F U C K O F F, C H U C K. Dean doesn’t even like dogs, so there. (The patented Robert Singer ZOOM tells me that Dean does indeed care about dogs.)

(Sidenote: The dog is Cas, right? Dean’s beyond happy to see it. And is ready to let it sit shotgun, but only if Sam’s okay with it. And he’s REALLY upset that they can’t “save a dog”. Just thinking thoughts.)

They head to a church.

Once they’re in the church of very dangerously burning candles, they’re greeted by Michael.

Michael tells them that he’s been chilling here to avoid Chuck’s notice. Adam is gone. (RIP Winchester brother that never got a chance.) Michael monologs a bit about humans and stuff. Dean recognizes a little soldier when he sees one. Michael wants to help though.

Back at the bunker, Sam shows him Death’s book on God. Michael tries opening the book with no luck. (Sidenote: The DRAMA of the lights being lower is killing me.)

*Dean is In Love Alert*

The brothers take a moment alone in the dark kitchen.

Dean gets a call.

Dean takes the call and because he’s a precious bean that actually believes what he’s hearing. Cas is at the bunker. He’s outside. He’s hurt.

Dean takes off like a rocket AND I’M DYING. BBY BOY. NO.

It’s not Cas. It’s Lucifer.

UGH.

(DOUBLE UGH.)

(INFINITY UGH.)

Yeah, Lucifer totally sees what’s between Dean and Cas and gains access to the bunker because of that. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool.

He tells the brothers that the Empty kicked him out to finish Chuck. He brought a reaper to prove to the brothers that he’s good people (NOT.)

Betty is bound and gagged. (Because WHY NOT DO THAT TO A WOMAN, Buckleming.) Lucifer then kills her. (Because WHY NOT DO THAT TO A WOMAN, Buckleming.)

Betty is the new Death!

(Sorrynotsorry for the lack of pictures. I think we all know why.)

She asks for the book. If they give it to her, she can read it.

They set her up in the dungeon reading room, and she doesn’t need helpers.

Meanwhile, Lucifer is playing cards and there’s ZERO interaction with Jack and him. AND I AM LIVING. Like, it’s 100% clear that Jack isn’t his son and he does not see him as a father. Jack’s father is dead. AND I AM LIVING. (But also sad because Cas is dead.)

Lucifer does interact with Michael though. Michael does not trust his brother.

Betty pops up with the book and the end of God. Lucifer ashes her with a snap of his fingers.

(HOW?!>!>?)

Wherps, he grabs the book from her and reveals his hand. He’s working with Chuck.

Lucifer and MIchael battle it out. Jack watches. Lucifer tries to convince Jack to join the losing team.

Michael stabs Lucifer with an archangel blade. Mercifully, there are no haughty speeches or further peacocking between these two. Lucifer sparks out, gone at last. GOOD RIDDANCE.

Later, Dean has a heart to heart with Michael in the kitchen. Michael’s reeling that Chuck brought Lucifer back from the dead instead of seeking him out. But he’s definitely NOT BITTER, NOPE.

Dean reveals that Chuck’s book is open and full of mysterious Enochian symbols. Sam’s going to translate those, and figure out how Chuck dies, so they can start knocking down some dominoes!

In the library later, Sam reveals that he’s uncovered a spell to stop Chuck. (Jack was researching nephilim on the computer! Jack bby) When complete, the spell will unleash an “unstoppable force” against Chuck. They head out to a special location, light the spell, and it sends three bright beams of power into the sky.

But the spell explodes. They look up to find Chuck standing there. Chuck...chucks the Winchesters and Jack away. He thanks Michael for tipping him off. “It’s always been my destiny to serve you,” Michael tells him. But that’s not enough for Chuck to forgive him for siding with the Winchesters even once. Chuck fractures Michael into light. The last archangel bites the dust.

He turns his attention to the Winchesters. It’s time to finish them. He’s canceling the show. At the last minute, he decides it’ll be more fun to beat them to death instead of snapping them out of existence. It’s……..YIKES PRETTY BRUTAL TO WATCH. “Just stay down,” he counsels them - practically begs them. But they won’t stop. Broken and bleeding, they hold each other up against him.

Sam laughs at Chuck’s confusion. “You lose,” he tells him. Behind Chuck, the camera pans to Jack.

Chuck tries to snap Jack dead but his snapper isn’t working.

Jack lays his hands on Chuck and golden power streams from Chuck into Jack. Jack snaps his fingers once, and the Winchesters are healed. As they say in the industry...suck it, Chuck.

Sam drops Death’s book in front of Chuck, but the pages are blank. Only Death can even SEE anything in the book (making the whole “can’t open book covers” thing into nothing but a drama llama move). The Winchesters came up with a plan B and spout this in a quick exposition dump.

Michael was jealous of Lucifer being “chosen” by Chuck

They made up the story of a spell, so Michael would tell Chuck

Jack’s “bomb” quest turned him into a power vacuum - thus the dying plants

When Michael and Lucifer fought in the bunker, the power exchange charged Jack back to full nephilim strength

Chuck killing Michael and beating on the Winchesters allowed Jack to absorb god-power

“This is why you’re my favorites,” Chuck gasps. He doesn’t know what happens next, but he’s ready to die “at the hands of Sam Winchester. Of Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer.”

And. Babies. Sweeties. I know that there are lots of people who have problems with this episode but THIS! THIS. This next line makes it all worth it. Because Dean tells him, “See, that’s not who I am. That’s not who we are.” He took how Castiel sees him and he planted that damn seed in his own heart and watered it even in the depths of despair and now it’s so mighty a force that he just walks away from their lifelong tormentor. GUYS. I LOVE IT. I’m so emotional right now.

Jack confirms that Chuck won’t get his powers back. “It’s not his power anymore.” And AGAIN I am emotional thinking about fanfiction and fanart and giving this show to us when it’s all done. Ahem. Anyway. Chuck’s gonna grow old and die and be forgotten like every single human. (Ooookay that got a little dark, but I’ll allow it. This is a “to the pain” speech, after all.)

Chuck begs for them not to leave him, reduced to sniveling panic in the Impala’s dust cloud.

The Winchesters head back to a small, empty town. Jack closes his eyes in the sunshine as “Get Together” by the Youngbloods croons across the scenes. People return to the world and it’s gentle and beautiful - everyone returning to their day-to-day. “Come on people now, smile on your brother!” the song implores.

Love is but a song to sing Fear's the way we die You can make the mountains ring Or make the angels cry Though the bird is on the wing And you may not know why

Come on people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another Right now

And look. I know this is just a song, and this is just a show. But this is my hope for this show and these characters - steeped in darkness for so long. And this is my hope for our actual real world too. It’s hard for me to separate the two so YES I’M CRYING AS I TYPE THIS. May this song lead us into the next episode and destroy me in a fountain of hopeful light.

Erm. anyway. Miracle the dog runs into the scene! It IS a damn miracle! Dean and Sam are so proud of Jack! Jack confirms that Amara is with him and they’re in harmony. I’m so happy that Amara got a happy peaceful forever after with her nougat nephilim grand-nephew. Dean assumes that Jack’s coming back to the bunker with them. He’s top dog, “he can do whatever he wants now.” (And readers, I like that Dean says whatever “he wants” and not whatever the Winchesters want. I think it shows personal growth!)

Jack declines. He’s already home - he’s everywhere and everything. “I’ll be in every drop of falling rain. In every speck of dust that the wind blows. And in the sand, the rocks, and the sea.” Jack doesn’t want to lead people, or be prayed or sacrificed to. He wants to let them discover the truth in their own hearts, in their own time. “Chuck put himself in the story. That was his mistake. But I learned from you and my mother and Castiel that when people have to be their best - they can be. And that’s what to believe in.” I have to say, I was fervently against Jack-as-God until it happened. But just like everything to do with Jack, once it happens I just go...okay, cool. I’m on board!

In the bunker, Dean and Sam drink beer and comment on the quiet. “To everyone that we lost along the way,” Dean toasts. Sam realizes that they can write their own story now. “Just us,” he says (and it sounds like a bleak echo in the empty bunker). Behind them, the table has SW, DW, MW, Jack, and Castiel engraved and...MY HEART.

The Winchesters leave to go find out what freedom feels like and we get a montage of past scenes from the show, and characters we loved or loved to hate. Jackson Browne’s “Running on Empty” plays us off in sweet, mournful nostalgia.

The Winchesters drive into a sepia-tinged world. This episode is like my Thanksgiving plate mid-meal - all mashed together for faster plot consumption. But on a rewatch, there’s a lot to like too! It’s a goodbye to one story...

And we leave nostalgia behind. It’s time for them to figure out their own story and I AM SO EXCITED to see what happens next! (Lays some nougat candy bars on my altar for Andrew Dabb for one last vigil.)

WHERE’S THE QUOTES?

Where’s Cas?

Who’ve thought finding a dog would feel like a miracle? C’mon, Miracle!

What’s an ending?

Eternal suffering sounds good on paper, but as a viewing experience it’s just kinda...meh

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