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minkdelovely · 14 days

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love and power

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chapter ten: part one

“i won’t die for love

but ever since i met you,

you could have my heart

and i would break it for you.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags/warnings: vibes are not good y’all — it’s a blizzard in this here hotel 🥶 angst, crying, descriptions of sadness/loneliness, valentino mention lol, alcohol abuse and drug usage, mentions of bruising and bite wound recovery, power dynamics

word count: 5.8k

author’s note: okay, i was really hoping to have this all completed today but between some family obligations and graduations i didn’t have all the time i wanted to wrap this up in one go. but i really couldn’t keep this to myself anymore — i am so desperate to share what i have ready for you. i am still hacking away at the rest but for now, please accept part one of this finale with my gratitude and love 🙏🏻💖 @hazelfoureyes & @sugoi-writes come and get it my darlings ❤️‍🔥

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one

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The week that passed was long. Undoubtedly the way weeks in Hell were supposed to feel — grueling and bleak, devoid of joy. Hours passing like decades, leaving its casualties wrung out and aged.

Despite the rift only being between the two of you, it was felt by everyone in the hotel. Much to their misfortune, neither of you were spending hardly (if any) time in your rooms. No one knew exactly why, of course, but understood well enough to suffer in silence and bear the brunt for now. The weight of what transpired hanging in the air of whichever room either of you entered.

Yours took the form of an icy draft, reminiscent of past winters that could only be felt again here in a manner such as this. Wandering the halls of the hotel, save for one, like a specter. Leaving sinners in your wake grateful once you had finally passed through; the natural heat of Hell returning in your absence to soothe their frostbite as if apologizing on your behalf.

And if your melancholy was that of a cold wind, Alastor’s was the storm that bore it. Blustering and wild in its unpredictability, an exposed nerve waiting for a catalyst. Always he was in the eye of it. Not even knowing himself which direction it may take — malice, apathy, vengeance — but claiming victims nonetheless, despite his efforts to maintain his air of refinement around the hotel. The hairline cracks in his guise couldn’t help but leak.

Even Niffty was proceeding with caution; not daring to climb the length of his body as she so often did without care. She had only made one attempt in the interim of the argument and had yet to fully recover from the murderous glare Alastor had threatened her with. His tense, bloody smile was still the first thing she saw when she closed her eyes at night. But she was warming up to it.

Husk was particularly displeased with the whole affair, having to deal with each of you as you took turns sulking at the bar in between bouts of sucking the life out of anyone you passed. Something had to be done about it. Not only for his whiskey supply, but he just also wished Alastor would mope somewhere else. And there was no telling which mood he would be in by the time he was ready to go back upstairs. Making it dangerous for anyone still roaming around in the late hours of the night.

Asking Alastor about what was wrong was a dead end, and thankfully no one was naive enough to try. But you were still so despondent, nursing your drinks at one of the booths in a dark corner of the bar, that no one dared approach you yet. Though Angel was getting close. In fact, an idea was forming in his mind right now as he watched you sulking from his usual seat at the counter.

“I can’t fuckin’ take much more’a this,” he grumbled lowly to Husker, frowning over his drink. “It’s startin’ to rub off on me! I’ve been infected.” His histrionic expression of woe only mildly overdone.

It really was wearing on him, as much as he tried not to let it. But between the atmosphere at the studio and now this… Angel could only be so resilient. Though he did his best to ensure it wasn’t bleeding into his work. Not an easy feat, especially when he thought back to that weird voicemail he got from Valentino about a week ago.

Tell our little Sylvie I said ‘you’re welcome’ — God knows she really fucking needed it. Such a repressed thing… really wish I could have kept her longer.

The implication had actually made Angel lose sleep. Even knowing that Alastor had been with you, when it came to Val the possibilities were endless. And clearly whatever he instigated between you and Alastor had ended in disaster. Angel hadn’t relayed the message, of course. Nor had he given Valentino even a hint of what was going on at the hotel, much to his chagrin. He’d sooner face the Exorcists again than give Val the satisfaction, and it was fun being able to piss him off, whatever the consequence. Still…

“Have you tried talk—”

“Not a fuckin’ chance,” Husk said definitively, an unimpressed look on his face. “I ain’t gettin’ mixed up in this shit. The less I know about what’s going on between the two of ’em, the better.” He shuddered just at the thought.

Angel sighed, but understood Husk’s resistance to the idea as he obviously wasn’t prepared to try and speak to the Radio Demon about it himself. Getting a peak behind Alastor’s curtain was an intriguing, but ultimately deadly, risk — especially for the bartender. Meaning there was only one way out.

He glanced back over his shoulder at you, taking in the distant look in your eyes as you absently played with the two small straws in your glass. Feeling resolved, Angel downed what was left of his drink and gave Husk a quick wish me luck before walking over.

“All right, doll face, you’re comin’ with me. We’re overdue for a gab sesh,” Angel said, leaning over the table to grab your drink. His tone of voice was kind, though a little irked, and left no room for argument. “It’s uh… about that time anyway,” he added softly, offering a hand to help you out of the booth when you didn’t move.

That time… There was no need for him to say more; you knew Alastor was coming down here after you went up to your room for the night. Was it getting that late already? The bar didn’t have windows so it was impossible to tell how long you had been sitting there in the dark, counting only the number of drinks you consumed. Four wasn’t too bad. Yesterday it had been more. Maybe almost double. But it was hard to remember.

You took his hand and scooted yourself out of the corner, grateful to feel someone holding you steady again. It nearly brought you to tears in your drunken state, but you managed to blink them back and focused on the impending journey to the elevators. All your concentration going to your feet as your arm gripped his for support, which he didn’t falter in providing. Angel had plenty of experience in this, after all. You weren’t the first drunk he had helped home and you wouldn’t be the last.

A chill ran through you as you crossed the lobby. When you looked over your shoulder you could’ve sworn you saw a shadow flitting across the carpet… but it was gone as soon as you blinked.

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Husk groaned as Alastor materialized at the stool he’d adopted at the bar counter — dead center, wouldn’t you know it. Muttering to himself about how Angel had just barely rid him of one problem only to be replaced with an even bigger one; turning to the shelf behind him to grab the whiskey he already knew the son-of-a-bitch wanted.

“Quit your bitching and just give me the bottle,” Alastor grumbled, rubbing at his temples as Husk unceremoniously obeyed. Slamming it down in front of his keeper and earning a tight, unamused look in response. “Bastard…”

“Never said I wasn’t,” Husk scoffed as he set down an accompanying drinking glass. Amused by the display of decorum Alastor subjected himself to, as if he wasn’t about to drown himself in liquor for the fifth night in a row.

It was starting to catch up to him, though Husk wouldn’t dream of letting him know. It was obvious if you looked at the Overlord long enough, which most people didn’t. And they were smart not to.

Husk, however, had no choice other than to spend hours hanging around the otherwise empty bar waiting for Alastor to finish sinking his sorrows bottle after bottle. So finding the tells was inevitable. Dark circles under worn eyes, a few hairs out of place. Counterfeit smile reaching a level of mania the bartender would have thought impossible before this week.

But that was none of his business.

Alastor ignored him then, pulling the cork out of the bottleneck before pouring into his glass and downing it with a single swallow. He repeated this two more times before deciding to pace himself.

It didn’t take passing you in the lobby to know you had been here. Your scent permeated the room, mingling with liquor and tobacco, smelling closer now to cyanide than your usual floral almond and cherry; surpassing the bitterness Alastor had ever assumed it could reach. He detested how much he enjoyed it, especially when it was hanging fresh in the air as it was now, though he didn’t know whether it was an outward or inner loathing. The aromatics of the bar helped cut through the ache. Made it tolerable. But…

“It smells awful in here,” Alastor sighed bitterly. Eyes faraway as he let his nose hover over the glass before taking another sip.

If he said it out loud it could be true.

About as awful as you fuckin’ look, Husk thought to himself before casually responding, “Well this is a bar in Hell. None of ’em smell like roses.”

Alastor merely hummed in response; a disconnected sound. Most likely the last sound the bartender would manage to get out of the Overlord for the rest of the night.

It wouldn’t be wise for Husk to let on that he knew exactly what Alastor meant by the smell, but he did agree. That was part of the reason he was getting to the end of his rope with the both of you. Although you kept to yourself, the scent you were emitting was harsh and it lingered. Husk was beginning to wonder if it had actually started seeping into the wallpaper.

As difficult as it was to stay neutral, especially since he could understand certain aspects of your plight, getting involved was simply too dangerous. He thought he had a good grasp on his keeper’s moods and behavior, but this was all new territory. Tread lightly.

And so, he reserved himself to suffering through your poisoned aroma and Alastor’s moods. Hoping to whatever benevolent entity that could hear his silent pleas that Angel Dust would manage a breakthrough.

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You were sitting crossed-legged on Angel’s bed as he rummaged through his specially made walk-in closet. Doing your best to fight off the sleep that was beginning to weigh on your eyelids, but it was a test of will that you were rapidly losing. The temptation to lay down and nestle yourself into the comfortable pink pillows and duvet growing stronger with each passing second.

Angel must have been able to tell when he finally emerged, turning on some music to a volume that was just loud enough you couldn’t dismiss it as background noise before revealing a joint from behind his back with a flourish.

“Ta-da! Those bitches really think they got the last of it, but they’ll never find my break in case of emergency stash,” he mused with pride, nearly jumping on the bed to wake you up.

He wasted no time in lighting a match from a pack on his nightstand, igniting the paper and taking a couple hits until a sufficient burn was glowing in a thin line of red. At which point he passed it to you, exhaling with a turn of his head. So polite.

This was far from your first time, but it had been a while since you last done this with a friend. You opted for a long drag and held in the smoke, nearly sighing as you felt the drug kick in after a second. Welcoming the warm, floating feeling in your head with a lazy smile as you emptied your lungs.

Angel whistled, impressed. “Not even the tiniest cough! My kinda gal. We shoulda done this ages ago.”

You nodded your head, passing it back to him as you laid down; sinking into the plush pillows with a hum. He followed suit, taking another hit and blowing the smoke your way with a teasing look on his face. You couldn’t help but giggle, both from the high and Angel’s comforting presence. Time passed for a while this way, taking turns with the joint and listening to music. Little laughing fits when you made eye contact for too long or muttered Val’s hat. Cuddling with his darling little pet pig, Fat Nuggets.

But once you had taken the last drag there was a shift. He was staring at you, waiting with the most open and soft face. The question on it the one you could no longer avoid. So what happened?

It took all you had not to cry. In fact, you were amazed at the capacity of tears your body had rendered over the past week. How could there still be any more left to give? But there was. At this point you weren’t sure whether they were coming from a place of anger, shame, or heartbreak. When it came to Alastor, you found your emotions had chasms deeper than you ever conceived. And they were more oppressive the further you went.

“Valentino didn’t tell you anything?”

Angel shook his head and made a face, landing somewhere between exhaustion and exasperation. “Sort of. You know how those fuckers like to play their little games. He keeps waitin’ for me to say somethin’, but I prefer to watch him squirm.”

Though you worried for him and hoped some part of Alastor’s deal held up in his favor, starting there would be a good place to start; leading him through the whole affair at the penthouse that you were present for. Not missing the sad look in Angel’s eyes when you finally got around to Valentino licking your neck.

When you began to tell him about what happened once you got back to the hotel his eyes went wide. The scandalized scoff and I can’t fucking believe you sparkle in his eyes made you blush before you both erupted in a cackle, a form of pride shining through storm clouds of melancholy. You knew he would have burning questions and answered them as they came up.

Is he big? Yes.

Rough? No, until he was.

Maybe even just a tad over. There were still some decent bruises to show for it. On top of which, the bite was taking a little longer to heal than expected…

You were snapped back by Angel’s next question.

Was it good? …the best. In fact, had you ever experienced that in life you would’ve found yourself here immediately after.

The last one had you both squealing. But he could see the tears blurring your eyes afterward, holding your hands as you continued. From waking up in his bed that evening, what happened in it, all the way through the fight the following morning.

“Fuck,” he sighed, the empathy on his face threatening to make you break down all over again. “Would you have done it without the pheromones?”

Your lips quivered a bit, and you let out a shaky breath as you fought to remain composed before answering with a nod. “But he wouldn’t have… and now…”

The sob that followed took you by force, fueled by the loneliness you’ve been losing battles to all week. Angel hushed you when you tried to apologize, holding your hands until you were done. He left you momentarily to get you tissues and returned in pajamas; a box and large t-shirt in hand.

You took them, going for the tissues first. Turning away to clean your face and blow your nose. It was not a bodily function you ever cared for, so of course it was something you still had to deal with in Hell. Afterward you undressed and put on the oversized shirt, immediately feeling much better by the time you rejoined Angel in your former positions.

“Keep goin’,” he said, shifting some pillows to get more comfortable. “We gotta get this off that sweet chest’a yours.”

“Are you sure…? I don’t wanna bum you out too much.”

He waved his hand, and raised his eyebrows. The expectant look on his face practically shouting get on with it. You put a hand up in defeat and exhaled.

“I just… wish he would let me leave, you know? Even though I can’t imagine not being here with you and everyone else but… I can barely make it to the garden before I start to feel the tug.” Your hand went up to your throat as you swallowed.

You hadn’t meant to, but you didn’t mention the chain during your recall of the fight. He would understand, you knew, but… you kept it to yourself. It was hard to reason why. All you knew was that for now, it wasn’t something you wanted anyone to know about.

“He’s got me trapped here and I swear it’s like I can feel him all the time even though we’ve been avoiding each other all week,” you bemoaned, squeezing your eyes shut to fight back another wave of tears. The look on Angel’s face told you all you needed to know when you opened them again. He knew. “Is it bad that I miss him? I’m… fucking mad at him too, but… I miss him more than I thought I would…”

It was a painful admission, but an honest one.

Angel wiped a stray tear from your cheek before running his fingers through your hair. Sighing before he said, just above a whisper, “No. It’s not bad that you miss him. But you know it’s…,” he sighed again searching for the right words. An almost tired look on his face. “Guys like them… they think they can just treat us like toys. But we ain’t. Alastor might be pissed off now but it’s only a matter of time before he’ll want you for something. That’s how it works.”

He practically spat the word out, voice rising slightly with indignant fire.

“I can’t say I know what he’s thinkin’ — no one understands that mind’a his. But he’s been… different since the fight. We all thought he was startin’ to come around! I think you’ve been a nice little distraction.”

The pinch to your cheek was a welcome dose of levity, and your chest bloomed with warmth at the sight of Angel’s mischievous face. Though his eyes were still a bit somber as his mouth relaxed into a soft smile.

“I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is, as long as you know what you want and what you’re gettin’ into… No one here would think any less of you for it. There’s only so much you can do. I know.”

You let the words sink in as you wriggled closer to him, sighing a thank you into the comforting fluff of his chest as his arms wrapped around you. Not that you needed permission, but his blessing and understanding of your feelings carried a weight you weren’t sure he fully realized. The sun breaking through the clouds.

Angel played with your hair as the two of you changed topics, talking aimlessly about other things going on around the hotel that you had been too tired to notice. Gossiping and laughing until sleep finally crept up on you. For the first time in a week, your dreams had been light and kind. Dancing with static, familiar red eyes, and a radiant fanged smile.

Oblivious to the idea that was hatching in Angel’s mind as you fell asleep, the glint in his eye was wicked and determined. Overlords weren’t the only ones who knew how to play games.

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Days of the week didn’t hold the same kind of power in Hell as they did on Earth. But for the first time in years Alastor found himself growing impatient for evening’s approach. Akin to an itch, there had been a persistent irritation running through him. Something he managed to push to his feet at first but was steadily crawling up, leaving pinpricks of restlessness it its wake.

The nervousness was finding outlets in peculiar ways. Mindlessly shaking his leg for unknowable amounts of time, snapping pencils as he tried to focus on work. Clothes strewn about his room like the vines that adorned the radio tower.

Weekends weren’t a concept that existed here, and even if they did, they would mean quite little to the Overlord as his work was never finished. Splitting time between his duties to the hotel and his radio segments kept him more than occupied. Well… when he wanted them too, at least. He had been letting the side down these past couple weeks. Following his flights of fancy was one of the lingering pieces of his humanity that refused to leave him even after all this time. In fact, it was a trait that found more enabling here than it ever had in life.

All of this to say, Alastor didn’t place significance in time or days of the week unless there was an event or some tiresome chore tied to it.

Tonight was one of those times.

Charlie and Vaggie had gathered the residents yesterday to announce that they had a surprise planned — a Friday night out, since the pair had missed it the last time due to their appointment in Heaven. Alastor had been listening from the banister a few floors up, watching as everyone reacted with relative enthusiasm. Except for you.

Had he not heard the words with his own ears, he’d have thought you’d been told you were attending a funeral. This hadn’t been the first time he’d eavesdropped on the daily activities gathering, but it was the first time he’d had his interest peaked. Not because he was concerned with you going out — you weren’t allowed that right now. And knew it.

Watching you squirm was something he’d never tire of. It was a subtle tell, which is why Alastor appreciated it. Just a touch of additional tension between your brows and a fiddling of fingers. That perpetual pout and concentrated look in your eyes were distracting enough to maintain focus, easily deterring others from picking up on your nervous fidgeting.

Still marinating in the bitterness of the week, it brought him a keen satisfaction seeing you struggle to think up an excuse as to why you couldn’t join them on their evening out. Would you blame it on him? Or put it upon yourself?

“I hope you all have a great time! But I think I’ll hang back… I’d hate to be the sad drunk at the sex club.”

Is that what the establishment Consent was?

If Alastor hadn’t already shortened your leash, he would have done it now. Not even realizing his claws had dug into the bannister until he felt the recoil when he tried to walk away. An irritated growl reverberating in his throat as the heat of his shortened temper fogged his mind. So he melted into shadow to retreat back to the privacy of his room to let off steam.

And so, Friday evening had plagued him ever since. The hotel now empty save for the two of you.

It was a thought that shouldn’t have riled him up the way it did. He was still rather cross with you for instigating that fight, after all. You had laid misery at his feet and he’d be remiss to not return the favor. It had been warranted.

The intention of isolating you from him was supposed to be your punishment, but had somehow become his as well. It was infuriating. Another example of how his plans of late continued to backfire and leave him scrambling to figure out a clean escape.

It hadn’t come to him as easily this time. Drowning his agitation in liquor, hours of pointless gardening in his sanctuary just to keep his hands busy. Listlessly sitting at the bench of his piano, staring at the keys with hesitant hands. Any music he did manage to play, while passionate, was acrid and only further soured his mood. The bitter notes mingling in the air with what was left of your scent. Mocking.

Exhausting.

He felt now very much the same as he had right after the battle with Heaven, recovering from the ghastly wound Adam had landed on him. Alone. Made aimless in recovery. Back to square one.

Alastor’s antlers branched out at the memory, a snarl on his lips as he paced through trees and shrubbery. It was a low point he thought he’d never suffer again, yet here he was. A sulking menace, same as you.

Despite best efforts, he had combed over the fight more times than he could count these last few days. Which of his actions had mislead you to such a conclusion that the copulation had been nothing but a game? Is that the kind of man you took him for? His blood burned again at the very notion, eyes radiating with such a heat he couldn’t believe the grass in its wake hadn’t shriveled from it.

He had taken advantage of your offer, but his desire to have you was something he had already been struggling with. Was that not apparent in how hard he fought to maintain a gentle touch? At least until he couldn’t? Even if your docile face hadn’t told him how needed that was, it was something he could feel. And something he more than willing to indulge. He had always been a hunter.

But his hand had been forced that time, and that was something he couldn’t forgive. No matter your willingness to participate nor the pleasure he had felt in claiming your body.

The second time…

That had been his decision. Though your laugh was the trigger.

Alastor wasn’t lying when he said he thought you didn’t know how. Yet there it was, hiding in your chest, those sweet chords of mirth falling from your mouth with a nonchalance that was almost offensive. Your lips turned up in an equally rare display, eyes sparkling in his partially lit room as you sat in his bed, bundled up in his housecoat.

It haunted him now.

But in the moment, his mind had gone blank, so surprised by the honest show of emotion from you. He himself was prone to a more orchestrated laugh, so he knew. It had been real. You had laughed for him. Let him burrow just a little further into your soul that you kept so guarded, despite the fact that he owned it.

You were the goldfish enticing him behind your glass bowl as if he were a cat that was afraid to get wet.

He wasn’t.

Honestly, he hadn’t planned to bed you again so soon. In fact, he had felt rather sated from the exploits of the afternoon, despite his reservations for how it came about; more than content to let you sleep while he read his book. Knowing you’d eventually be waking up from the pain of his bite, he kept you close. Glancing over every now and then between passages to look at your sleeping face.

Even in sleep those downturned lips of yours taunted him. He had even touched them. The plush softness under his thumb a sensation he didn’t think he’d enjoy as much as he did with a clear head. He watched as the knot in your brow melted away, the swell in his chest giving him little reason not to do it again. So he did. You looked so peaceful it almost made him want to join you, but he wasn’t ready to entertain that just yet. Eventually rewarded for his abstinence with being able to watch you come back to life, petulance and all.

And then you laughed.

Laughter was something he heard all the time around this fatuous hotel. And he had certainly heard more than his fair share of cackles. None of which had moved him. Well…

Getting Husker to laugh for the first time was an accomplishment. Those were still hard to come by, despite the amount of time they’ve known each other.

But that had been a game Alastor was actively playing. He had never set out to make you laugh (even when he said he was). Being the spoilsport — childish but true — you were, you were too much fun to tease to put an effort into making you laugh.

What a golden little sound it was; lighthearted but just incredulous enough to make his cock twitch. So… no. It hadn’t been the pheromones the second time.

He wanted that. He… enjoyed that.

He still wanted that, though he didn’t fully understand why. You just seemed to… set something off in him. A difficult thing to articulate, as he hadn’t ever really felt something like it before. Not this acutely.

Possessiveness, sure. Alastor wasn’t ashamed to admit to that. Was it so wrong to want to hold tightly to what was so hard-earned? He had broken his back to gain the reputation he had, and would never regret the choices made to get here. Save for one. But that was beside the point. For now.

What he felt for you was different, again, just in a way he was unsure of. Not love… he wasn’t a boy. It was much too soon for a word like that. But there was certainly a longing… a fondness.

It had been your scent that intrigued him at first. He had made his peace with that. Enjoyed his little games in testing how your mood would change it, which aided in his desire to wipe that frown off your face. A flash of how you looked laying beneath him came to the front of his mind then, and Alastor gave his head a harsh jerk to vanish it. Though it didn’t help clear the phantom echos of your cries and moans now ringing in his ears.

You had surrendered to him so completely, given him your trust so fully that afternoon that you even endured that ferocious bite with nothing but a scream into the pillows. Letting him claim you in the way he needed to in that moment was no small feat. But you did. He didn’t whisper apologies on a whim. You had earned it.

Irritation was building up in him again, a growl rumbling in his chest as his jaw tightened and antlers creaked with growth. But he persevered, continuing down his train of thought as his legs kept up their restless strides. It was the closest he had felt to something akin to clarity all week.

While he had definitely enjoyed fucking you, there was more to it than that. He wouldn’t have given himself to you in the first place if you hadn’t appealed to him in other ways leading up to it.

Rigidity, diligence, sullenness. Pride, even.

Despite the more irksome traits, one thing he could always count on was that you would complete the tasks given to you well. A hard thing to come by in this godforsaken place.

But there was a fierceness hiding underneath that you refused to let loose, unless of course you were giving him attitude. That, in particular, drove him rather mad but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it. He had grown rather accustomed to navigating you in such a short span of time. It wasn’t lost on him that you had done the same.

You had shown him quite a few times how willing you were to accept even the harsher side of his moods. That evening in his room when Angel had told him about Valentino was a prime example. You had been absolutely terrified — something he was able to see on your face and smell — yet you still showed up the following morning. Impressing him, in a way, with the gall you had to actually enter his suite without permission. He would have chuckled at the memory if he wasn’t on the verge of punching something.

That morning had been the first time he took notice of how you went about cleaning his room, taking extra care with how you made his bed that he hardly ever slept in. So much wasted effort for the both of you, but Alastor didn’t regret it. Even though that bed had become the bane of his existence, mocking him any time he was in the room.

Why did you care so much?

Irritation turned to anger at the thought, meaning he was on the right track. You were asking him the wrong questions the morning you fought, but you had been justified on some fronts. He had done nothing but push your buttons since bringing you here. Made you do pointless things just to see if you would and test how long he could get away with it before you snapped; purposeful choices made so that he could in turn punish you for being disobedient.

Not that his desire to punish you was your fault. It wasn’t. And if he was being honest, you hadn’t presented him many opportunities to do so anyway. Diligence.

He wanted to move past it, but he was still so twisted up about how everything happened with the battle against Adam and the Exorcists a few weeks ago. To the point where sometimes he wished Adam actually had taken him out. To be nothing but a discorporated soul clinging to life in some inanimate object, indulging in the peace of such an existence. No more fighting, no more posturing, no more leash.

But he retreated before Adam could finish the job. His instinct to survive persevering once again. No… It was his ego, not his instinct, that had made that choice. Though if it hadn’t well… He wouldn’t have been able to go to Rosie’s that fated afternoon, would he? You were a burden he hadn’t wanted to undertake and had no choice but to. And yet you fit yourself into his routine as if you’d been tending to him for decades.

Why did you care so much?

Could you tell that he was struggling in the never-ending war against his own vanity? That he was dejected from losing a fight in what seemed like near self-sacrifice from the outside? Some part of you must have. Why else would you let him bully you, only to turn around and address his needs with a consistency that alarmed him. Let him prod and hold and touch you at his whim, much like the microphone that never left his side.

Another loss he hadn’t recovered from. Its splintered form now buried at the base of a tree in his secondary room. The shame of seeing it lying around his suite or the radio tower while he failed to mend it too much to bear. A contemptuous symbol of who he was and what he had been reduced to.

Exhausting…

He hadn’t even noticed that he was walking to your room before he was standing in front of the door. Alastor would be lying if he said he thought you would be the one to come to him.

You always took the wrong things to heart.

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zebuie · 30 days

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pairings; bully!ellie x fem!reader

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𓆩𝚂̷𝚈̷𝙽̷𝙾̷𝙿̷𝚂̷𝙸̷𝚂̷𓆪:: During your school's field trip, you are unexpectedly partnered with your bully as roommates. To make matters worse, you're both forced to share a room, where tensions are bound to run high.

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WARNINGS; fingering (r and e receiving),eating out (r and e reciveing), hair pulling (r and e receiving), nipple sucking (e receivung) tho it’s very brief, Ellie calls reader princes like once, she’s a total bitch in this 😞, cursing/swearing, enemies to lovers trope. NOT PROOFREAD

A/N;; hello hello I spent so long on this uhmmmm writers block is all I can say. SCHOOL HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASSSSSS!!!!! Might just drop out lolsies

WORD COUNT:: 2578

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I was packing with Dina, my best friend, for the field trip that was scheduled for today. I didn't want to go but Dina forced me. I rolled my eyes as I threw some additional clothes into my duffel bag. "No sense being a grumpy goose, hm?" Dina said with a smirk.

"Ugh," I sighed. Dina was always so cheery, it didn't matter what the situation was. As much as I hated to admit it, I was glad she was here. Dina's presence always made everything a little easier to tolerate. She gave me a quick punch in the arm before getting up and rummaging into our shared drawer.

After she extracted another change of clothes, she turned back to me with a satisfied smile on her face. "You know you need your extra clothes too." I shot her a look that said loud and clear, "Don't worry about me."

Dina just patted me gently on the head and laughed.

"Oh don't be so dramatic. We'll be back before you know it," she said reassuringly.

I turned back to my packing and continued trying to ignore her playful antics.

Finally, we were all packed up and ready to go. As soon as the last piece of clothing was shoved into my bag, Dina picked it up for me and threw it over her shoulder. "Let's go, grumps!" With that, she gave me another playful punch in the arm, and we headed out the door.

We arrived at the bus that was waiting to take us to the field trip. The bus was packed full of our classmates, all of whom had the same excited expression on their faces. We squeezed our way to the front and sat down in the only empty seat left- right next to to my mortal enemy, Ellie Fucking Williams.

As soon as we sat down, my blood boiled. Ellie Williams was the last person I wanted to be sitting next to, especially for an entire bus ride. I could barely stand to look at her, let alone be in the same car with her for hours on end. Atleast Dina's sitting behind me.

But before I could open my mouth to say anything, Dina quickly leaned over from behind and whispered, "Relax, she's not going to kill you. Just suck it up for the field trip. I'm sure she'll get a kick out of your sulking, anyway."

I gritted my teeth and silently cursed under my breath, but I knew she was right. Ellie would probably get off on knowing that she was getting to me. I leaned back into my seat and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

The bus started up and we began our journey to the field trip. For the first few minutes, Ellie and I sat silently next to each other. Eventually, though, she broke the silence, her voice dripping with her usual sarcasm.

"You gonna sulk the whole time?" Ellie asked in a mocking tone. She had a smug smile plastered on her face, which only served to aggravate me even more.

"Please shut up." I said. I was determined not to let her get under my skin, but my anger was building with every word she spoke.

"Oh? what's wrong princess? Did I hit a nerve?" She snickered, her smile widening. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and my hands clenching into fists.

"hmm," I hummed, doing my best to control my anger. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me lose my cool.

"What's the matter? cat got your tongue?" Ellie taunted, her mocking smirk unwavering. Even though I didn't say anything, she could tell that her words were getting to me, and she was loving every second of it.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands even tighter. I wanted so badly to slap her across the face, but I knew it would just make things worse. Instead, I silently vowed to make her life a living hell as soon as we got off of this bus. I started rummaging throgh my bag to get my headphones, smacking them on my ears and blasting music. Finnaly ellie scoffed and faced the window.

After a while, I noticed that Ellie was whidpering to a friend of hers. Her voice was loud enough for me to overhear, and it wasn't hard to determine what she was talking about. Apparently, she thought I was in need of a lesson in self-control. ellie was bragging about the girl she fucked last night, how that girl had “never been touched like that,” and she was “so tight, you could just hear her screaming for more…” I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

The girl seemed amused by her friend's escapades and they both burst into a fit of laughter, seemingly oblivious to everything around them. I felt a flash of anger, and I could feel my blood boiling. Why did she always have to go on about her sex life? She was constantly bragging about all the girls she hooked up with, and it was getting really annoying.

I noticed that Ellie was slowly nodding off since her friend that she was talking to turned around. Her eyes were getting heavy, and her mouth was slightly agape, making her look utterly comical. I couldn't resist the opportunity to take a photo of her like this, so I quickly pulled out my phone and made sure to capture this precious moment before she woke up and saw what I was doing.

A few hours later, we finally arrived at our destination. The bus pulled up in front of a beautiful campground, and the whole class unloaded from the bus. We stretched and wandered around the grounds for a bit, exploring the activities set up for us. After some time, I noticed that Ellie was looking pretty tired, so I decided to mess with her a bit.

Since her friend she was with earlier was no longer around, I quietly snuck up behind her and gave her a quick nudge on the shoulder. "Hey, you awake?" I teased, acting all innocent and oblivious.

Ellie jolted, startled by the sudden touch. She shot up straight as a board, looking around to find the culprit. When she saw me standing there, she was instantly annoyed and glared at me with a scowl. "Was that really necessary?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh come on— I figured you needed a little wake up call, Looks like I caught you mid snooze" I replied in a playful tone that was just too hard to resist.

Ellie rolled her eyes and sighed, "mmm okay shh" she said pressing her index finger on my lips, I slapped her hand away—of course. She knew I was just messing with her, and it was working. Even though she could barely keep her eyes open, her sass was still intact.

Our class was quickly split into roommates for the weekend, and I was already dreading the night ahead. I hoped that I would get paired with Dina. Then, to my disappointment, a smiling teacher called out me and Ellie's names, declaring us as roommates.

Ellie and I locked eyes, both annoyed that we had to room together.

Ellie let out a frustrated groan as the teacher continued listing off the other match ups. Our classmates all started buzzing with chatter as they realized who they would be bunking with. Some of them looked thrilled, some looked less-than-thrilled, and others, like Ellie and I, just looked annoyed.

I was hoping for literally anyone other than her. Ellie and I had a history of not exactly getting along, to put it nicely.

No matter what I did or said, she always managed to push my buttons.

She never missed an opportunity to criticize me or make snarky comments. It was exhausting just being around her, and the thought of sleeping in the same room for two nights filled me with dread.

As our classmates started making their way to their rooms, Ellie and I silently trailed behind, begrudgingly following the crowd. When we finally got to our room, we stepped inside and shut the door behind us, standing in awkward silence.

"So... We're rooming together for the next two nights..." Ellie said, her voice dripping with disdain.

"no fucking shit." I rolled my eyes and refused to look at her. After all this time, she really couldn't come up with anything better to say?

"Well, it doesn't have to be uncomfortable. We could try and actually get along, you know," she continued, sounding slightly more sincere. But before I could respond, she added in a sarcastic tone, "oh wait, you'd rather be miserable, wouldn't you?"

This girl was really pushing my buttons. Just when I thought she was being nice for a change, that stupid sarcastic tone crept back in. I kept my mouth shut, refusing to engage with her. She didn't deserve the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me.

The night eventually arrived, and I was finally alone in the room. After unpackig my things, I decided to take a hot shower before bed. I stepped into the steamy bathroom and closed the door behind me. As the water began flowing over my body, I closed my eyes and let out a relaxing shiver.

I was completely unaware that Ellie was lurking outside the door, watching my every move. As I washed my body under the warm water, she stood outside, gazing inside the bathroom.

All clean and refreshed, I stepped out of the shower and dried off with a fluffy towel. I then made my way back to my bed, quickly slipping into my pajamas and crawling under the covers.

I was exhausted after a long day and was anxious to get some sleep. I curled up in bed and closed my eyes, ready to drift off to sleep. But then my eyes drifted to Ellie who was changing,

After I settled into bed, I couldn't help but notice that Ellie was still up. I opened one eye to peek over at her, and found her drying her hair with a towel, changing into her pajamas. Her back was facing the bed, but I could tell that she was taking her time, giving me a nice view of her body.

I closed my eye back up and started to slip into sleep when suddenly a thought jumped into my head. I wondered if Ellie was aware that she was giving me a show, and for some reason, the idea of her knowingly teasing me like this was a bit appealing. I felt a flush of heat spread down my body, and I couldn't stop myself from opening my eyes again.

I lay in bed, tossing and turning. My thoughts were racing, and not even the comfy mattress could lull me to sleep.

After struggling for an hour, I finally gave up. There was no point in trying to fight my insomnia any more.

I propped myself up in bed, staring up at the ceiling. My thoughts were still running wild, and it was becoming impossible to settle down. suddenly ellie spoke up,

"You having trouble sleeping?" she asked in a soft tone. "yeah." I replied.

"c'mere."

Ellie lifted up the blanket, allowing me to slip under the covers next to her. She wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, her body warmth radiating through the thin fabric of our pajamas.

Ellie's touch was reassuring and gently lulled me closer to rest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, sending gentle shivers down my spine. Gradually, she shifted her focus to my neck,

planting tender kisses along my skin. As she trailed her mouth down my spine, her fingertips slipped lower, skimming over my hips and gently pressing between mt thighs.

I let out a soft moan, a hint of heat blossoming deep within me as Ellie's touch sent a wave of arousal curling through my body. She continued her exploration, teasing my sensitive folds with delicate strokes until my desires took hold, pulling me deeper into her embrace. I let out a soft sigh,

a hand reaching back to twine around Ellie's wrist as she continued; slowly pushing her fingers deeper inside me, causing shudders of pleasure to ripple through my body.

Her kisses grew more insistent, trailing along my spine and over your hips until she reached my ass, nipping lightly at the curve as she slipped a finger further inside me—turning me around so she had a perfect view of my pussy.

I groaned softly, surrendering to the feelings.

Ellie's touch intensified, a second finger joining the first as she pumped them gently in and out of my soaked core.

Her fingers curled up to stroke my most sensitive spot; i arched against her hand, a whine escaping my lips as pleasure began to build within me.

She kissed down further, nuzzling against my pussy through my pajamas; her breath sending a thrill of anticipation through me as her tongue slid along your folds. I squirmed beneath her, a moan caught in my throat as she continued to stroke my clit, sending wave after wave of desire through me.

Ellie's thumb slipped between my lips, rubbing gently over my swollen bundle of nerves,

my body shaking as an orgasm tore through me.

Ellie's fingers lingered inside me as i caught my breath, my juices coating her hand as she gently withdrew. She pulled me closer, whispering soft words of reassurance as i floated down from the high of my climax.

With a satisfied grin, Ellie nestled against my side, pulling me close as she brushed soft kisses across my cheeks and jaw.

My desire for her still burning strong, i turned your head toward her, our lips meeting in a heated embrace. the kiss grew more intense as her passion deepened;

Ellie moaning softly as she slid her tongue into my mouth. I explored her sweet flavors eagerly, drawing her closer as i pulled away from the kiss,

trailing a line of tender nips down her neck. She sighed contentedly, her body arching into my touch as i skimmed down her body,

kissing my way toward her chest. As i reached her breasts, you teased her nipples with gentle licks and suckles, causing Ellie to pant softly with arousal. I moved lower still, tracing your fingers across her stomach; her hips tilting restlessly as if neared her most coveted spot. I pulled her pajama bottoms down past her hips, leaving her glistening pussy fully exposed.

With a final lingering kiss to her inner thigh, I buried my face between her legs, savoring the heady aroma of her desire.

Your tongue dove deeper, teasing her folds with delicate strokes while she groaned above you; her hands tangling in your hair as she tugged gently, encouraging you.

I slipped a finger inside her, pumping in time with your tongue as her pleasure built. Her juices coated my mouth, my senses heightened by the sweet taste of her arousal. Ellie's breath hitched as her orgasm drew closer, her pussy clenching around my fingers and tongue in a desperate rush toward climax.

She cried out, her hips bucking wildly against my mouth; flooding m with her release as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

I continued to lick and suckle her sensitive folds, prolonging her aftershocks until her body slowly went limp against my face.

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seratopia · 3 months

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satoru gojo x reader (smut) → she/her pronouns!

cunnilingus, fingering, squirting (clingy) gojo eats your pussy out on a desk chair until you squirt this is my 1st smut guys don't kill me ; sorry if this is short

In one of Satoru's old tees and a pair of panties, you're cross-legged on top of your swivel desk chair, clacking and tapping at your fancy keyboard. With his long legs spread out across the majority of your little bed, Gojo folds his hands behind his head as he lays down, watching as you tend to a few work things on the monitor.

The way you sit on chairs is peculiar to Satoru; your feet never touch the ground. The entire room is just filled with sounds of your keyboard, the occasional mouse click or scroll here and there.

Satoru pouts, gazing at you intently to see if you'd read his mind. How could you sit there on that desk chair, looking all pretty while doing work? He's right here, needy and eager for the attention you pump him full with. Part of him wants to annoy you; but he wants you to come to him, not the other way around.

In his mind, it's almost like a game, like a contest to see who can ignore each other the longest. You aren't even ignoring him, just paying attention to your monitor screen. Satoru only lasts about 21 minutes before finally deciding to beckon for your attention.

"(Naaaaaaaaame), c'monnn! We should do something!" He whines, dramatically shuffling around in the sheets like a dilapidated shrimp.

"Like whaaaat?" You ask, mimicking his wording. Your face is still glued to the screen, and Satoru pouts. One click, he waits.

He rises from his laying position, crossing his legs and intently glaring at you. "I could take you out! We could pick up daifuku or that taro boba you always like?"

Within your moment of contemplation, Satoru peers at you with a hopeful little smile on his face. You aren't even looking at him. He tries his best to bat his lashes at you, as if that'd persuade you to say yes. As much as you'd like to go out; your calendar has been backed up with too many tasks.

"M'sorry hun, not today. There's stuff I need to do." You admit, tilting your chair just a little bit to meet eye with your boyfriend. The displeased frown on his face is as clear as day, his lips puckered to sulk.

Before you could turn back to your desk, Satoru hysterically flops onto the floor, crawling his way to you in an indescribable manner. You can hear his groans as he makes his way to you, shuffling on his knees until he reaches your chair. He grabs the armrest of your chair, swiveling you around until you look down onto him. His slender fingers trail onto your calves, Satoru boldly resting his head onto one of your legs.

He's lucky he's that pretty.

A few of Satoru's words are muffled by the flesh of your leg; you can feel his mouth move as incoherent messages are spouted to you. With an amused smile on your face, you run your fingers through his silken hair. You're always amazing how pale and crystalline it is.

"What is it?"

He sighs, peering up at you. "I'm just so boreddddughh-"

Satoru moves to nuzzle your calves at first, indulgently nipping at them as you pet his hair. It's borderline satisfactory, but you're just adding fuel to the fire.

He hums, a sentiment of boldness slowly persuading him to do more. As he makes his way up your leg, he starts getting more eager. The warmth of his breath on your skin gets hotter, and you can sense a sudden change in the air.

"I gotta work, Satoru-" You can't believe how it easy it was for him to tease you like this. Satoru notices the wet patch growing on the cloth of your panties, knowingly peering to meet your eye.

For once, he peers upward, meeting eye with you from where he kneels on the ground. There's a hunger you can see in his gaze, and you wonder how his sense of boredom disappeared so quickly. One minute he's whining about mochi and the next, he's trying to suck on your thigh.

A rather brash bite snaps you out of your thinking, the work on your screen soon being forgotten to your boyfriend. You see the indent of his teeth on your inner thigh, where you frown at him. He meets you with a cheeky smile on his face, like a cat that got the cream.

"Can I, please? Please, honey?" Satoru begs, dragging a singular finger across your leg. It sends a little shiver to your spine, tipping you just over the edge. With your work literally behind you, your concern is pulled onto Satoru.

Satoru looks at you, innocently, as if he's already won his reward.

"Fine." You mutter, peering down at him with half-lidded eyes.

With a satisfactory purr, he slips his fingers under the elastic band of your underwear, eagerly sliding them off in the same way he would unwrap a treat. Carelessly, he flings them to the ground. At least he didn't rip them, this time.

You take it upon yourself to give him easier access, lifting your (his) baggy shirt over your lower tummy. You part your legs as far as the chair will allow, giving Satoru a proper viewing of your cunt. Satoru looks a little too excited when you finally grant him permission, immediately rushing in to take an experimental lick.

"Hold on." You mumble, quickly shoving him away by his forehead. Satoru whines, disappointingly trying to make another dive towards your folds. You push his head back again, scooting yourself up on the chair. A bit of slick slowly drips onto the chair cushion as you maneuver your calves upward, allowing yourself to rest each calf onto their respective armrests. You're all ready, presenting your wet cunt to him.

Now, Satoru can finally dig in.

Slotting his palms onto the backs of your thighs, Satoru starts out with a brief kiss to your clit. His cock twitches when he feels you flinch against his lips, teasing you once again by lewdly swiping his tongue across your most sensitive parts.

Your boyfriend shamelessly moans into your cunt, his boxers growing to feel too tight around his crotch as he slips his tongue deep inside you. You see the imprint of his dick on his thigh. You let out a slight pant of embarrassment as Satoru practically uses your wetness as lip gloss, carelessly smearing across the majority of his mouth.

"Y'taste-" He lets out a tiny gasp. "-really good. Oh-"

You like to think that's a lie whenever you hear it, but the muffled moans you hear from below are telling you otherwise. It's hard to believe you taste like anything other than sweets to Satoru when all he's doing is slurping you up like there's no tomorrow.

You can tell when Satoru starts to pump his cock as soon as he releases his grip from one of your thighs, trailing down his abdomen to fish his hand into his boxers. He licks you up in a rhythmic pattern, moving between your clit and your inner walls with ease.

You sigh in relief as Satoru eventually stops to take a break, watching strings of your juices drip down his lower face. With your cunt sensitive, you squeal in surprise when your boyfriend swipes a hand over your folds, using your wetness as lube to start pumping his cock.

Immediately after, Satoru returns to your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around it until you start pulsating again. Seconds progress, and his muffled little groans get louder and louder, sending a lingering warmth to your cheeks. Past Satoru's head, you could see the patch of spit and slick growing on the chair cushion. One particular lick from him has you squealing, frantically trying to close your legs as you pulsate around Satoru's tongue.

You can barely register when your boyfriend slips his tongue out of your little cunt, removing his hand from his cock. The finger he abruptly slides into you forces a mewl out of your mouth, your boyfriend slowly beginning to pump more of his fingers in and out of you with ease.

"So loose for me, hm? You like that? Yeah?" Satoru pants, giggling when he hears another moan from you. You can only nod in response.

It seems as though Satoru knows exactly where your g-spot is with the way the tips of his fingers seem to curl and twist when he reaches your deepest parts. Something inside you starts to twist, forming a knot in your lower tummy.

Just when it couldn't get better, Satoru leans down to your cunt once more, making rounds of licks against your slit whilst pumping his fingers deep inside you. The double stimulation is euphoric, sending a new wave of tension to your lower stomach.

Your boyfriend smiles when he starts to hear your moans becoming more frantic, more loud. Your head tilts back a little, your body subconsciously trying to thrust harder onto his fingers as your toes curl in on themselves. You're about to cum; he can tell.

Satoru thankfully speeds up as your climax starts to build, shoving more fingers in and out of our as his cock desperately twitches for your attention. His slurps and licks start to become messier, blurring out your mind of any thought. You can't even imagine how the chair looks anymore.

"Satoru, I think m'gonna cum- m'gonna cum!" You squeal, slightly arching your back and gripping the back of his head tighter as Satoru frantically laps up your cunt.

The one deep, final curl of his fingers into your sweet spot has you pushed just over the edge. All at once, your release sends you squirting out onto the chair, high moans spilling from your lips as you drench Satoru's face with your insides. Your g-spot is almost like a button to press, your boyfriend rubbing and pressing at the gummiest spot of your walls just to make you squirt harder.

Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as you moan, the high pleasure of your climax sending your pussy pulsing and twitching from the friction.

"No more, no more! Please!" You wail.

"Hm? What's that? You want more, honey?"

Satoru is such a tease, nibbling where your clit is the most sensitive as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. Your cunt twitches, borderline reaching the brink between pain and pleasure. The look on your face is priceless, the way your jaw hangs open and your eyes stay closed. Satoru can never get enough; that's his most favorite face on you.

After a few moments slumped against the chair, your finally open your eyes, seeing your boyfriend's dazed expression. There's this permanent smile on his face, his eyes lewd with satisfaction like a really smug cat. He looks waaay too pleased with himself, slick smeared over the lower half of his face.

The chair is a mess, the biggest puddle of slick, spit, and sweat left behind where your hips lay rested against the spongy cushion.

"What about you?" You ask. "You didn't cum, did you?"

Satoru shakes his head. "No. Came on my shorts a few times."

"A few?"

He nods.

You slowly position your calves off of each armrest, a shudder rolling through your thighs as your bare pussy presses against the chair. You sit on it like a normal person would, inspecting the aftermath of the action. The chair is ruined anyways.

Satoru wasn't lying when he said 'a few times'; his cock's laid limp against his thigh, dribbles of cum sprayed across his abs and clothed thighs. It's good to know that he (really) enjoyed himself.

"You liked it that much, huh?" You ask, and Satoru presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Mhm; loved it."

You can feel the warmth of his cheeks on top of your thighs, the slightest flutter of his long eyelashes as he hums with satisfaction. You slide your fingers through his snowy hair, glowing after your climax. However, your hand comes to a pause when you feel a warm lick across your upper thigh.

"Lemme clean you up, honey. Can't let all this go to waste, hm?"

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heerated · 2 years

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secret sessions ⸻ part one.

PAIRING. tutor!heeseung x f!reader

GENRE. smut with plot meaning MDNI. college au, strangers to lovers ?

SYNOPSIS. when your classmate recommends lee heeseung, the school’s infamous tutor, to help you get your grades up. little did you know that his confidential payment method would be your body.

WARNINGS. lowercase intended. cursing, fingering, dry humping, oral sex (male receiving), heeseung does stuff with someone other than reader, slight degrading, titty sucking, male masturbation, slight praising

WORD COUNT. 6.1k

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you laid your head on your desk as you were waiting for your professor to begin today’s lecture. you could slowly feel a deep slumber coming over you since you stayed up too late last night, resulting in you getting only three hours of sleep. the sound of your professor clapping his hands together from the front of the class caused you to jump, lifting your head from the desk and quickly tidying your hair back into the right places.

your professor cleared his throat before picking up a stack of papers from his desk. you sighed and shut your eyes tight as you could feel a potential headache coming on. you knew exactly what those papers were and were dreading this day for a couple of weeks now. your professor was finally handing back your exam results and you already had a gut feeling that you didn’t perform very well.

it was the second to last exam of the entire year, meaning the next exam along with assignments you turn in for the remaining of the year, determines your final grade in the course. “i’m going to assume you all know what i’m about to do. all your tests have been graded, and i will be handing them back out to you now so that you can all see your results” your professor spoke before traveling over to the left slide of the class, moving down row by row as he handed every student their test.

your seatmate, yunjin, turned to look at you, her eyes widening seeing how you appeared to be in stress. she placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down closer to you so that you could hear her speak quietly. “do you think you did that bad?” she asks you with a small frown on her face, and you nodded back in response as you had your head down, staring at your lap and sulking.

you felt yunjin remove her hand from your shoulder before hearing the familiar throat clearing from your professors above you. you lifted your head slowly, before looking up at your professor who shared the same discontent expression as you did. he gave you a small nod before slipping your paper out from the stack, and placing it down your desk front side down. “i don’t blame you for having that look on your face, ms y/l/n. please, stay behind after class. we need to have a discussion” your professor said to you in a stern tone.

his expression quickly changed into a weak smile as he handed yunjin’s test back to her, “good job, ms huh. i see you’ve been doing very well in this class lately. keep up the good work.” yunjin returned a soft smile to her professor as he walked away down the row to continue handing out the rest of the tests. she looked back at you and grabbed your test off of your desk, turning it around to look at the score you got, “you’ve got to be kidding me, y/n.” “listen, i know it’s bad. i’m not in the mood right now to receive a lecture from you before having to receive another one from professor kim after class”, you said to her, crossing your arms over one another and pouring.

yunjin rolled her eyes at you before shoving the paper in your face, “a fucking 24 though?! you could do better than this.” you grabbed her arm, putting it down so that she was no longer wiggling your test results in your face. “what did you get then? miss fucking perfect” you asked her, looking down at her desk and seeing ‘92’ in bold red ink written on her paper. “oh my god” you mumbled under your breath before leaning your head back with both your hands on your head.

your professor clapped his hands together again to indicate that the class was now over, along with the school’s bell ringing not too shortly after. “class dismissed! y/n, you may stay” the teacher called out loudly into the class as the sounds of students rummaging through papers and their book bags clouded the room. “i’ll be waiting for your outside, okay?” yunjin says as she picked up her book bag from the floor and made her way out to exit the classroom. your eyes were stuck to the floor as you walked up to your professor's class, the sounds of your shoes tapping on the floor ringed through the now empty room.

your professor finished typing whatever he was typing on his computer before turning around to look at you. he crossed his fingers together and placed them in his lap before saying, “y/n, i’m not here to try and make you feel bad. i just want to know what is going on.” “nothing is going on,” you responded blankly as you tapped your feet on the ground, eager for this conversation to be done and over with. you professor purses his lips together before nodding, “well, do i need to advise some after-school tutoring for you? do i need to talk with your parents?” “no! no, mr, kim. that will not be necessary. i promise i will get my grades up in time before the end of the year.”

you clung to your book bag strap tightly before turning on your heels and rushing out of the class, leaving your professor there dumbfounded. you found yunjin leaning on the lockers across the hall as you walked over to her. she looked up from her phone, turned it off, and shoved it in her pocket before linking your arms together to walk down the hall. “how did it go?” she asks you. “he threatened to call my parents if i don’t get my grades up. i promised him that i will but i have no idea how i’m going to do that in time. i guess i’m just screwed.” yunjin stopped walking, causing your arms to unlink and you furrowed your eyebrows at her.

“i think you should start seeing the tutor i go to. he really helped me” yunjin proposed. even though you and yunjin only really communicated during school hours, you could tell she was always genuine with you and cared about you. you nodded at her, “sure. i can try seeing them. who is it?” “it’s a student. his name is lee heeseung. he gives tutoring sessions at his home. i promise you, he’s really good.” you raised your eyebrows slightly as she mentions his name. you had heard plenty of things about lee heeseung before, and you never expected him to be doing such a thing as tutoring people.

you knew he was smart, but you also knew he was a playboy. different girls would talk about all the stuff they did with him back to the beginning of high school, and a new girl comes out saying they’ve done “things” with him damn near every day. you went to respond but yunjin quickly shut you down, “i know what you’re thinking. lee heeseung, the man whore. but i wouldn’t recommend someone to you who i don't think could help you.” you gave her a nod in response and she shined you a bright smile, before patting you on the shoulder. “he always sits at the table right in front of the library at lunch. you can find him there.”

the time for lunch rose fairly quickly and now you were standing underneath a tree, staring at lee heeseung’s back who was sitting at the table yunjin said he would be at, reading from a textbook. you almost laughed at how much of a nerd he appeared to be. all these girls are saying that THIS guy, who’s reading a textbook during his free time at lunch, is getting bitches? you almost couldn’t believe it until you look at his face.

you took a long deep breath before you finally built up the courage to walk up to him and ask about his tutoring service. you gripped the strap of your book bag, out of habit, and began making your way over to him. you were glad that he was sitting alone so that you wouldn’t be embarrassing yourself in front of any of the friends he has. you didn’t want to approach him from the back in the potential of scaring him, so you walked over and stood on his side, being sure that he can see you from his peripheral.

he never looked up from his textbook, meaning you had to speak up to him to get his attention. you let out a quiet enough sigh for him not to hear before speaking, “e-excuse me? heeseung?” heeseung then looked up from the textbook he was reading, his eyebrows raised as he looked up at you, blinking a few times. “hm?” he mumbled to you in response, his stare remaining. you stared down at your black mary janes, rocking back and forth on your heels, before saying, “you see, a friend recommended you to me as a tutor because i’m currently failing all my classes.”

a smirk slowly crept up onto heeseung’s lips before he gave you a nod, indicating that he was listening and you could continue with what you were saying. “i thought maybe you could help me. and tutor me,” you continued, biting your bottom lip as you finished your sentence. heeseung glanced back at his textbook, closing it shut and leaning over next to him, rummaging through his book bag as if he was searching for something.

heeseung pulled out a piece of paper and a pen before scribbling down a few lines of words. he looked up at you once again, his Bambi eyes meeting yours as he handed you over the piece of paper. you took it from his hands and read it, being met with the letters and numbers that spelled out what you assume was his home address.

“you can meet me there starting next Monday at 5 pm,” he says to you, eyeing you up and down while your attention is still on the paper with his address on it. your attention averted from the paper and now to heeseung, a blush starting to form on your cheeks as you became flustered by his gaze. you nodded and bowed, muttering a small "thank you," before turning on your heels to walk back to where you normally sit for lunch.

you suddenly halted your actions, now remembering the question you almost forgot to ask him. you turned back around to heeseung whose eyes hadn’t left you for a second, and asked, "also, how much would i need to pay you for each session?" the smirk that was on his face not even a minute ago returned.

heeseung stood up from his seat before walking over to you, his tall frame now towering over your small one. he placed his hand on your arm, slowly rubbing it up and down against your skin as his eyes wandered over your delicate facial features, sending a wave of chills down your spine.

“don’t worry about that right now, babe. just make sure you come looking pretty.”

“f-fuck, heeseung. right there” she moans aloud, her fingers tangled through heeseung’s hair as he quickly pumps his digits in and out of her. his face was hidden in her neck, leaving soft kisses now and then and soft groans leaving his mouth right into her ear. “you like that, huh? you feel so tight and wet around my fingers. all because i help you with your math homework. pathetic” heeseung mumbles in her ear, causing her to arch her back as she can feel herself coming close to her high.

“h-heeseung, i’m cumming” she announces before releasing her juices all over his fingers, letting out one last loud moan as she orgasms. a minute passes by before heeseung pulls his digits out of her, shoving them in her mouth so she can taste herself. he removes his fingers from her mouth and tightly grips her jaw, “i think you should suck me off now, babe. i want to feel like that pretty mouth of yours.”

she quickly nods, sitting upright on the edge of his bed as heeseung shoves his pants down his legs, along with his underwear. she licked her lips at the sight of his blushed and aching cock, watching him pump it a few times before slapping his tip on her mouth. “open wide” heeseung tells her, before she quickly obeyed and took his length in her mouth all at once, his throbbing tip hitting the back of her throat. he leaned his head back as he let out a loud sigh, wrapping his hands around the sides of her head to gather her hair into a ponytail.

she bobbed her head up and down as she sucked him off, soft moans and groans continuing to leave his mouth. “you feel so fucking good, yuna. keep sucking it just like that, baby” he tells her, encouraging them to suck him off even faster, eager to feel his warm release slide down her throat. he gripped her hair even tighter as he forced her mouth down more on his dick, her gagging as she held his thighs. she moaned up against his length which causes him to let out a grunt, releasing her mouth from his cock to see the string of spit hang from her mouth connecting to his member.

it was around 4:54 pm, close to the time heeseung told you to meet him at his house for your tutoring session. you are anxious about arriving a little bit early but you didn’t think of the possibility that he was having another session right before you. you looked at the time on your phone as you walked up to heeseung’s front door. you lifted your fist to knock on the door, hesitating for a second before finally giving in and knocking on the door.

heeseung and yuna’s actions both came to a halt, both of their eyes widening. heeseung looked over at the clock sitting on his nightstand, the time reading 4:58 pm. “fuck” he whispered under his breath before releasing the hold on her hair, and quickly pulling his pants back up on his waist. “what’s going on?” yuna asked heeseung, wrapping his sheets around her chest to cover herself up. heeseung rolled his eyes, “i forgot that i had scheduled a session at this time. just hurry up and put your clothes back on so you can leave.”

you stared at the ground as you patiently waited before heeseung suddenly swung the door open. you looked up, seeing his messy hair that screamed after sex hair and red marks all over his neck that would soon become a deep purple. “uh hi?” you said to him as you lifted your textbooks to show him. he nodded, “right. my other guest was just leaving but you can come in” heeseung responded as he pointed behind him and then moved aside to let you into his home.

you stepped inside, him shutting the door behind you. “ok heeseung i’m going now!” you heard a female voice say to him, shortly walking out of what appeared to be a bedroom afterward. your eyes widened, looking back and forth between her and heeseung, feeling the awkward tension rise in the room. you observed that her hair was just as messy as heeseung’s, if anything it was messier than his. you could also sense the sensual tension between the two no matter how always it was in the current moment, and it started to make you feel uncomfortable.

“yup. i’ll see you next week. same time, yuna” heeseung says to her as she nods to him, making her exit. heeseung let out a sigh as he saw the door shut, before turning to you and asking, “sorry about that. would you like anything to drink before we start?” you avoided his gaze and shrugged your shoulders, “just water i guess.” heeseung nodded before opening up his cabinet to grab a glass to pour you some water.

“do you want to work in the living room or my bedroom?” he asked you while pouring the water into the glass. considering how you believe heeseung and that girl just had sex in his bedroom, being in his bedroom is the last place you wanted to be. “in here, in the living room is fine” you responded, taking it upon yourself to sit yourself down on the couch. heeseung walks over to where you’re sitting and sits down next to you, placing the glass of water on the coffee table in front of you.

heeseung clears his throat before saying, “so what subject am i going to be helping you with?” you let out a small chuckle at his question before placing all your textbooks on the coffee table, “i’m failing every single subject. so i need help with like all them.” heeseung’s eyes widened, “you take for a smart girl. i’m surprised.” you quickly shifted your body to slightly face away from heeseung so he couldn’t see the blush that was now on your cheeks. you mentally told yourself to knock it off, because he barely even said anything to you and now you were looking like a cherry red tomato.

heeseung noticed your change in position but he didn’t think too much of it, leaning down to grab one of your textbooks, his hand slightly brushing against your own. he looked at you, shooting you his infamous smile before saying, “science it is.” you shot him an awkward smile back before grabbing the glass of water off the table and taking a small sip.

during the session, heeseung was teaching and explaining the material that was most likely going to be on your next exam. heeseung pointed to a paragraph in the book, leaning down next to you, and you could almost feel his breath hitting your neck. you didn’t realize how close you and heeseung were to each other until now. fifteen more minutes passed by, and time was now up for your session. he told you his sessions typically last an hour and that his scheduled time with you would be each Monday of every week.

you remained seated on his couch before checking your phone to look at the time, seeing that it was now 6:10 pm. you looked at heeseung who was scrolling through his phone before saying, “i think i should go now. how much do i pay you?” heeseung looked up from his phone, shutting it off and placing it down on the coffee table. he crosses his arms as his gaze was still on you, looking you up and down as his teeth graze against his bottom lip. “this is a secret session, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows at him before asking, “what does that mean?” “it means that you can’t tell anybody about what happens in this session” he answered, scooting himself closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. he leans down his mouth now hovering over your ear, and whispered, “i need you to pay up with your body for me, babe.”

you felt his arm fall off your shoulder as his hands roamed the sides of your body, holding your waist as he left a sloppy kiss on your neck. chills were sent down your spine as his hands reached your thighs, giving them a small squeeze. he continued to place kisses on your neck, causing a small moan to leave your mouth. you felt his lips curl up into a smirk against your neck, “can you sit in my lap, babe?”

you cursed at yourself for giving into his temptations, but his touch was too euphoric for you, and couldn’t help but crave more of it. you lifted yourself from the couch, facing heeseung as he grips your hips and pulls you into his lap to straddle him. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust as his hands remained on your hips. “are you going to be a good girl and repay me for helping you?” he asks you, slowly starting to move your hips to guide you to grind against him. you nodded as you closed your eyes and bit your lip, the friction from his clothed hard-on rubbing up against your clothed heat overwhelming you with pleasure. heeseung was wearing a pair of sweatpants as you wore a skirt with just your panties underneath, so the clothes you had on were pretty thin

his hands made their way to the bottom of your shirt, tugging on it to ask for allowance to remove it from you. you quickly lifted your arms, in which he immediately lifted your shirt and took it off of you. heeseung’s eyes landed on your bra strap and slowly pulled it down your shoulder until it revealed your left breast. he leaned toward you, placing a kiss on your shoulder before taking your breast in his palm and giving it a squeeze which caused you to let out a whimper. heeseung bucked his hips upwards, his hard bulge smacking up against your soaking core as his head leaned down towards your tit, his mouth immediately clinging on to it and sucking it.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands wrapping heeseung’s neck and fingers getting tangled into his hair. “t-that feels so good, hee,” you said to him and he smiled against your breast, loving the new nickname you unintentionally just gave him. his tongue swirled around your now hard nipple, and you were now a complete moaning mess all over him as your slit was dripping more by the second. he released his mouth shortly after to say, “your pussy is fucking soaked, babe. i’ve barely even touched you.”

moans and whimpers never failed to keep leaving your mouth, which gave heeseung an ego boost that you were such a mess just from the feeling of his bulge through his pants. he continued to guide you and even let out small groans himself, as he could feel the wetness from your core, leaking onto his pants. you leaned your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as heeseung admired your fucked out face. heeseung was drawn to you from the day you came up to him and asked him to tutor you, and at this moment he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

with your mouth slightly ajar, eyes tightly shut, and letting out sweet moans just for him as you were getting closer and closer to letting go just from dry humping him. you could feel heeseung’s length twitch against you, meaning that he was close to reaching his climax with you. you felt one of his hands leave your waist, that hand suddenly coming into contact with your cheek as he guided your head down so you could look at him. he smirks at you before saying, “i want to see what that pretty face looks like when it cums.”

he started to guide you faster as your legs began to tremble, a rush of heat flowing to your core and a knot forming in your stomach. your hands were placed on his shoulders, digging your fingernails into his shoulder before saying, “h-heeseung, i’m going to cum.” “fuck, baby. cum for me. i’m about to cum too” he responds to you, never breaking eye contact with you. you whither from on top of him, letting out one last moan before coming undone. heeseung groaned, releasing his load into his underwear, adding to the wet spot on your panties.

your juices were dripping out of your slit and onto the spot on his underwear where he just came. you two could each other's wetness up against each other, and it managed to turn the both of you on even after coming down from your highs. you remained on heeseung’s lap as your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath after the intense orgasm you just had. heeseung was in the same position and laughed under his breath at the sight of you now hiding your face from him like he didn’t just see how blissed out it was a few minutes ago.

he brought up his hand to your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes traveling down to the sight of your lips. “is it weird that i want to kiss you right now?” he mumbled under his breath, hoping that it wasn’t loud enough for you to hear it. the current intimate state between you and heeseung made you nervous and caused a rush of heat to flow to your cheeks. you quickly hopped off of his lap before shoving all your belongings back into your book bag. “sorry, i think i should go. i’ve got to get home” you told heeseung before shooting him a small smile and making your way to his front door to exit.

“will i be seeing you again next Monday?” he asked you as your hand reached out to grab his doorknob. you paused before turning around to meet his Bambi eyes once again, taking a glance at his hands that were placed on his lap, covering his crotch. you gave him a quick nod, before turning his doorknob and making your way to leave his place.

you went to school the next day, seeing heeseung multiple times but refusing to look him in the eyes. you could feel his stare burning into your skull each time you and he were in the same vicinity, but you were too embarrassed to confront him ever since the foreplay moment you two shared back in your little tutoring session. you quickly sat down in your class as yunjin squealed next to you as she was deeply invested in whatever was on her phone. your presence made her look up from her phone and her eyes widened before asking, “did you see him?”

you stared down at your desk and nodded your head in response, dreading ever walking into the class and taking your seat. “i’m so excited to have my session with him today. he’ll have me leaving that place feeling soooo good, if you know what i mean” yunjin snorted and nudged you with her elbow, before digging into her book bag to take out her notebook. “alright, class! i know this is sudden and out of the blue, but we will be taking a quiz on chapter 2 on Thursday” your teacher announces to the class as he writes on the chalkboard the class’ schedule for today.

students began whispering and muttering to each other as he announced the sudden quiz. nobody was prepared for this and now had to stay up hours for the next day or so studying to try and get a good grade on this quiz. you cursed to yourself as you had just learned material from heeseung yesterday from chapter 1, but had yet to begin working on chapter 2 yet. class ended around forty minutes later, and you rushed out in an attempt to search for heeseung. you dreaded the idea of having to face him after yesterday, but you were in desperate need of another session before you had to take this quiz.

you walked down the hallways, looking left and right, trying to spot his face anywhere. you walked a few more steps before seeing him stuffing textbooks into his locker, with what appeared to be a familiar-looking girl next to him who was talking his ear off. you could tell heeseung looked disinterested and the closer you got to them when you realized it was the girl that rushed out of his house yesterday. you didn’t want to interrupt them, but again you were extremely desperate and needed to get a good grade on this quiz.

you walked up to heeseung and the girl, lightly tapping him on the back to get his attention. he instantly stopped speaking to turn around and look at you, his eyebrows raising as he wasn’t expecting you to be the one he would turn around to. “what’s up, y/n?” heeseung asked you, the smirk that seemed to always be on his mouth when speaking to you appeared for another time. you heard the girl, yuna, scoff from behind him as she stood there against the lockers and pouted now that heeseung was no longer paying attention to her.

you have heeseung a weak smile before saying, “sorry to bother you but is it okay if we have a session tomorrow? i know it’s sudden but i can really really use your help.” “yeah sure. i could really really use your help too” he responds to you which instantly sent a redness to your cheeks, causing you to stare down at the floor to avoid his gaze. “we can do it at 5 pm again. that works for you, right?” he asked you in which you responded with a nod. he shot you a cute little smile before saying, “great. i’ll see you then, y/n.”

heeseung almost hated seeing your face as he walked through the hallways. anytime he looked at you, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, reaching your high as you were grinding on him. he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since the moment it happened and it frustrated him, to say the least. and you coming up to him to ask him for the last-minute quick session pushed him over the edge. heeseung leaned back, plopping onto his bed as he let out a long sigh, his book bag falling onto the floor beside him. he shut his eyes, the images of your head leaning back as you let out soft moans filled his mind.

his hands were at his sides but before you knew it they were rubbing against his clothed hard cock, palming himself through his dress pants. he hissed at the pleasure that ran through his body as he did so, but he couldn’t tease himself any longer. he needed a release because his cock was practically aching the whole day at the thought of you. he quickly removed his pants, shoving them to his ankles along with his underwear, his shaft springing and slapping against his abdomen. his tip was red and flushed, in need of a good jerk and release.

his hands wrapped around his length, pumping himself at a quick pace and rubbing circles on his tip now and then. “fuck” he groaned, his cock pulsating in his hand and thinking about how tight your pussy would feel, tightening around him as he fucked you into oblivion. his strokes began to get faster and faster, bucking his hips into his hand as he was becoming desperate to just feel your walls around him. sliding his dick in and out of your soaking pussy, screaming his name, and leaving small scratches on his back as he pounded relentlessly into you.

“fuck fuck fuck, y/n. you feel so fucking right around me. this pussy better be all mine” heeseung says aloud, his strokes becoming sloppy as he could already feel himself coming close to his orgasm. “just like that, baby. taking my dick like the good girl you are.” heeseung pumped himself a few more times before hitting his release, spurting lines of cum on to his stomach as he let out one last groan. his chest was heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. he mentally facepalmed himself after he realized what he’d just done, and this was something he hasn’t thought of with any other one of his “students.”

the next day, the day of you and heeseung’s last-minute session quickly arrived, and you were seated on his couch once again, receiving the help you needed so badly. heeseung was leaning over your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck and everything felt like deja vu. “do you always do stuff like we did yesterday with the people you tutor?” you suddenly asked, throwing him off guard since he was in the middle of reading you a passage from the chapter you needed to study. “you need to focus on this, y/n” his voice raspy as he answered near your ear.

“but i’m just curious,” you said to him, scooting further back to where you were now almost sitting in his lap, your ass just an inch away from his crotch. heeseung’s hands snaked around your waist as he shoved his face in the crook of your neck, taking a nibble at your skin before saying, “well, if you wanted it again you could’ve just told me, babe.” his lips were instantly back on your neck, sucking and nibbling in hopes of leaving his mark on you. “you’ve been such a good girl for me and listening to everything i say. i think you deserve my cock in your mouth.”

you turned around to look at him and he nodded towards the floor, indicating to get on your knees. you slid off his lap and made your way on the floor, in between his legs that were perfectly apart for you to fit. your hands traveled to the drawstring of his sweatpants, untying them slowly to get him eager. he looked down at you, biting his lips and lifting his hips from the couch a little bit, showing his eagerness already. you got the drawstring untied and you pulled the sweatpants down his legs and were instantly hit with his cock slapping up against his stomach.

you looked up at heeseung who was already smirking down at you and he says, “didn’t wear any underwear for easier access babe. now get to sucking with that pretty mouth of yours.” you remained eye contact with him as you took his cock into your hand, sticking your tongue out to lick from the bottom of his shaft, traveling it to his tip. he mumbled a quiet “fuck” as you swirled your tongue around his red tip. you finally took him all in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you jerked off what rest of his length you couldn’t fit.

his hands found their way to your hair, pulling it back out of your face so it wouldn’t disturb you as you sucked him off. “fuck, baby. just like that. that mouth feels so fucking good” he hissed out, beginning to buck his hips without even realizing, his tip rubbing against the back of your throat with every thrust he gave. your eyes began to water as he practically fucked your mouth, holding your hair into a ponytail to get the best view of your mouth full of his dick. he noticed a tear fall from your eyes as you deepthroated him and he took his thumb to wipe it away before saying, “aw, my baby is crying? can't handle this big dick in your mouth, huh?”

you moaned against his shaft which caused him to throw his head back against the couch and start fucking your face again. you held onto his thighs for support as you could feel his cock twitching inside of your mouth, and you rubbed your thighs together as your panties were now drenched from the pool between your legs. “i’m so fucking close, baby. keep sucking” he says to you, his eyes tightly closed shut with his mouth slightly hanging open, licking his lips at times. you continued to bob your head up and down at a quick pace, desperate to feel his seed fill your mouth already.

heeseung let out a grunt before saying, “fuck, y/n. i’m cumming.” he quickly released into your mouth, his warm cum shooting down inside of your mouth and dripping down your throat. his hold released from your hair as he leaned his head back, trying to catch his breath after you gave him the best orgasm of his life. he finally calmed down and opened his eyes, as you were still sitting there looking so innocent between his legs as if you didn’t just deepthroat his dick and swallow his kids.

he took his hand to touch the side of your face, caressing your cheek as you grabbed his wrist and leaned into his touch. he bit his lip before saying,

“i think i’m going to need to see you multiple times a week, babe.”

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Master['s] Ball[s]

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 2788 words

Tags: a totally normal gaming night, playing games, cute friendship, having fun, helping each other, grinding, sex as a reward, blow job, playing with testicles, balls, balls, balls, Yena really likes sucking you, jerking you off, soft dom, violent orgasm, pajama party gone wild

Inspiration: that Yena pic as well as some crazy ideas/implementation of Pokemon elements (I do not claim them to be right, just go along with it xD)

(A/N: I wanted to keep it at about 1k, but I went wild xD I feel obliged to @usedpidemo and @worldsover but it's for all of you Yena lovers out there!)

“Ugh, dang it! I can’t beat this guy.”

Yena slams a hand on her blanket and sulks. It has not been her night. Usually, she is bubbly and energetic when the two of you play games together, but today, both her luck and skill seem to have run out. She can’t get past this one difficult enemy, who has a strong matchup against her.

Peek over her shoulder as she walks across the world to buy items and once again tries to beat her nemesis. She is playing on her 3DS, one of the older Pokemon versions, in her memory the hardest. You have been too occupied with your own handheld device, a gray Gameboy with small scratches and concerning dents, to know how she is doing.

Yena calls both your console and taste in games ancient and does not understand your obsession with the old, funky sound track and graphics. She will play with you, sure, but she prefers the newer games, the bigger worlds, the mostly easier games to play. No wonder she starts to whine at her first challenge. You giggle.

“Should I help you?” you ask Yena and rub her shoulder to cheer her up. A cute girl in pink pajamas with a pink 3DS and pink fingernails should not get sad over a game, especially if there is someone who could help her. She just has to swallow her pride.

“No, I can do it on my own!” Yena responds and starts up the fight again. At first she is confident, calculated, her attacks connect, but as the battle continues, her Pokemon faint. One by one, her opponent can take them out, always having an answer for what she throws at him. In the end, it’s a devastating defeat and Yena lowers the 3DS, which she had put close to her face, as if it was of any use.

“Ts,” she hisses after a second of awkward silence and turns to look at you. “He is too difficult, I bet you can’t beat him either.”

“Can I at least try?” you ask her with a smile and she hands you the console. You make your own adjustments before the fight and notice some of Yena’s pre-match mistakes. Switch around items and Pokemon, and leave her confused as she watches from the side, scooting her body close to you, almost sitting on you.

“Do you want to sit in between my legs?” you laugh when she almost falls onto you. It’s not an honest question, just a show of how uncertain you are with her being this close. You’re not children anymore, no kindergarten friends, but adults, who flee from reality ever so often in colorful, exciting worlds. However, Yena’s answer stuns you.

“Yes, that would be so cool! Like when we were kids!”

You sit there and look at her with wide eyes, not moving, brain frozen with a mixture of conflicting emotions. There is thrill, a bit of fear, a droplet of child-like wonder and a sudden rush of… something warm in your chest. Yena suddenly takes matters into her own hands, pushing your legs apart and sitting down in between them, her back resting on your upper body. Your arms naturally fall around her and you have to put your chin on her shoulder to watch the two screens.

“Is this comfortable for you?” she asks kindly, her pink-pajama-covered legs touching your blue-pajama-covered legs.

“Ye-yeah, it’s n-nice,” you stutter and quickly try to focus on the battle ahead. Right from the get go it’s smooth. Watching Yena’s previous attempt, you have memorized the opponents playstyle and the attacks of his Pokemon. With smart play after smart play, you find answers for the things he throws at you.

Yena gasps in awe from time to time, shimming in excitement as you get closer and closer to succeeding. It’s like she is about to burst when you send out the final, winning hit and hear the triumphant music, but she holds herself back and wordlessly takes back her 3DS.

“And?” you ask her with a grin. “I did beat him. You didn’t believe me, but in the end, I’m still the Master at Pokemon.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yena rolls her eyes and pouts her lips. “Well done, Pokemon Master. I would have beaten him too… eventually…”

“Don’t worry Yena, you’ll get there eventually.”

“Stop being so mean, ts.”

After your short banter, you expected her to get out from her seat in between your legs, but quite the opposite is true. She gets more comfortable, sinking into you like you're a chair and playing totally relaxed. You try to do the same, but after a bit of aimlessly wandering around in your own world of escapism, you turn off the Gameboy and decide to watch Yena play.

It’s endearing, her adorable laugh at NPC’s textboxes, her attempts to hum the various melodies, her gasp when she finds a new Pokemon in the tall grass. Sadly, most of them run away or accidentally die before she can catch them, but you love the way she never gives up.

“What if I,” she suddenly says and turns to look at you, noses almost touching.

“Wh-what is it, Yena?”

“What if I finally find a Jigglypuff and can't catch it? That would be really frustrating. They are so rare and easily the coolest Pokemon, but so rare. Can I ask you for help then?”

She looks at you with wide, adorable eyes, like a kitten who meows for food and someone to lovingly scratch her back. You can’t help but blush at her cuteness and pat her head.

“You can just get a Master Ball, you know? It’s not that hard to obtain in this game.”

“What is a Master Ball?”

“Wait, you don’t know the Master Ball? It’s an item which lets you catch every Pokemon on the first try, guaranteed.”

“Really? That is so cool, please get me one!”

Yena eagerly hands you her pink console and you take charge of the controls once more. As you travel across the land, searching far and wide for the last couple of things to finish your quest for the item Yena so desperately wants. Speaking of Yena, she watches you play in awe, with dreamy eyes and adjusts her posture from time to time, which is not a big deal until—

Her butt reaches your crotch. You feel the softness of her, even through a couple of layers of pajamas you swear you can feel it right on your most private parts. You clear your throat, but Yena is oblivious to your signs and continues to melt her body into you, now even rubbing you.

Focus back on the game, the task ahead will distract you. You can’t allow yourself to have lewd thoughts over Yena. She is your childhood friend, loyal from then to now and forever. Never would you allow yourself to think in that way about her—well, but her lips can probably do one word starting with ‘S’ very well, except for shouting and singing.

No, focus. You need to get the Master Ball. If Yena can just get her Jigglypuff, her favorite Pokemon, and also favorite fighter in Smash, she would be all bubbly and her giggles would not only fill her room, but also your heart. With the Master Ball, this is basically guaranteed, so you carefully do your mission.

“Okay, I’m almost there,” you say frantically pushing buttons and Yena sways side to side, grinding herself more and more on your manhood.

“Yes, you can do it!” she shouts and for some reason starts to give quick taps to your cheek. Her smell can only be described as pink with a tiny hint of sweat coming from her pits and hands. During all the time you’ve spent with her you have never noticed this, but now it’s starting to mess with your mind. You don’t even really notice the last couple of inputs and the pop-up on the screen saying—

“You got it! The Master Ball, ya-hoo!”

Yena turns around and lunges at you. In your distracted state even her light, small frame can tackle you onto the mattress. Yena giggles gleefully at your shocked expression and reaches for the console. She saves the progress, then puts away the device just to lay her head onto your heaving chest.

You feel your breath quicken and the pace of your heart reach a new height. Doesn’t help that her tummy presses right onto your dick and that you can't keep your lustful thoughts from spiraling further out of control.

"Thank you for the help," Yena coos and traces her finger along the side of your body, it tickles a little. "You truly are the Pokemon Master."

"N-no problem," you answer her with an awkward laugh, watching her finger drift further down until she lands right at a forbidden spot.

"Maybe I could help you with something too~?"

Wordlessly, Yena drags down your pajama pants along with your boxers. You feel your heart tighten in your chest and quickly hide your private parts behind timid hands, but shy words of rejection don't come past your lips.

Something about Yena's expression has you stunned, unable to think or move. She looks so happy, a bit giddy but still in control. With trembling, needy eyes she looks up to your face, down to your crotch, up to your face like she is watching an agonizingly slow ping-pong match.

"I could feel it, you know? Let me help you with it."

She puckers her lips and moves them down to where she just sat. It's now up to you to remove your hands and let her have it or to call it off, tell her she is crazy for just suggesting something like this. You are friends, the type to play games to ignore all the responsibilities of life, from paying taxes and rent to political and family issues. No need to create more issues.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," Yena says with a small smile. "Just returning a favor. I promise it will feel good."

"I-I don't know."

"Trust me."

She puckers her lips. Shouting, singing—sucking, perhaps? Can you really be this bold, let her try it and maybe ruin something this important to you? She never had a boyfriend, so how would she know how to please someone?

"Trust me, okay?"

Yena repeats her words and you are tired of letting the doubts in your head repeat thrmselves. She is already this close to them, you might as well let her have it, and so you remove your hands from your cock and instead hide your flushed head.

"Hm, it looks a little different," Yena whispers as her face turns the same color as yours. "You are not really hard, but still… it looks big."

Somehow, your mouth feels dry. It isn't, you're not thirsty or anything, but for some reason it feels sticky. You barely get a whimper out when Yena sticks out her tongue to touch the tip of your semi-hard cock.

"Can I touch it?" Yena asks, her eyes big in excitement. You nod.

Carefully, Yena grabs the base of your cock and puts it upright. The soft touch of her fingers feels incredible, totally different from your own touch. The foreign hand, it's nice but you soon realize why it's also scary. She has no idea what it feels like to have a penis, so when she pulls up and rubs her hand too roughly over your cockhead, you yelp.

"Ye-Yena, ouch, ca-careful."

"So-sorry. I—oh my~"

Yena's jaw drops when she eyes your balls. Her puckered lips dive onto them and kiss them without hesitation and your knees flail in shock. That's what a mouth feels like on them, oh God.

"Master's Balls."

"What?"

"You know, like the it—"

"I get it, i-it's just so stupid."

The two of you chuckle. You feel tension vibrate out of your body, as if this isn't embarrassing, just a dumb little game you're playing. What could go wrong, really?

"Sorry," Yena cackles and attacks your sack a bit bolder this time, trying to put it into her mouth whole. You watch her and groan at her tongue licking and grazing and spreading spit over them.

"How could you sa—ah!"

Your question ends in a moan when Yena starts to stroke up and down your shaft, getting it harder in the process.

"How could I what? Get you this hard~?" Yena teases and this time opts for only one of your balls, which easily fits into her eager mouth.

"S-s-say the, that Ma—fuck, Yena!"

Now she is pumping at a speed faster than you usually start with while watching porn. Come to think of it, a lot of the girls you watch porn of look similar to Yena. The cute type, with shapely lips and a bubbly personality. In all honesty, during some of the blowjob scenes, you thought of Yena doing it; but when you now open your eyes, which is hard with the mind-boggling pleasure on your sensitive balls, she is right there, doing it.

It’s better than the fake Yena of your imagination, world’s above than just your hand. The way she goes up and down your joystick, adds saliva to her hand and grips it with perfect tightness again, while suckling gleefully on your left ball, your right one—shit, she can call them whatever she wants, you’d even let her poke your balls.

“Yena, y-you’re the best,” you moan and pat her head with shaky hands, watching her eyes peek behind your throbbing erection.

“Hihi, thank you, Pokemon Master,” she giggles and licks up from your balls to your red tip. She guides out droplets of clear precum which has you accidentally trap her body with your knees when you tense up. Yena can take the hit without getting hurt, but the attitude in her scintillating eyes changes from one of playful joy to blissful desire.

“Wh-where did you l-learn this?”

“I was watching certain videos,” Yena lewdly giggles.

A pop and your balls are free. Boy, you can feel how they want to release the cum you didn’t know you had pent up. Yena notices it herself, which she emphasizes by cupping your balls and stopping her strokes but keeping a tight grip on your base.

“You are so full. Don’t get me wrong: I want you to explode in my hands, but first you have to admit it.

“Did you ever think about me doing this?”

Fuck, how does she—

“I—I would n—

“Yes, I did. Yena, I fantasized about your lips qu-quite often.”

“That’s good,” she coos and puts the slightest bit of pressure on your sack, making you hiss and slowly tear up. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We could have had fun for longer.”

“S-sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Be honest with me. Always.”

“O-okay.”

Yena rubs your cock on her cheek. She is so soft, such an adorable girl, but here she also is, going down on you. Past her ducky lips, into her warm mouth, your tip disappears. If she only learned this through watching porn, it’s impressive that she has you this close to an orgasm already. Then again, it’s Yena. Yena, who you notice is much more than just a gaming buddy.

“Th-that feels so good,” you groan. “I-I’m getting close.”

“I knew you’d like my mouth,” Yena says with a smile and suddenly starts to jerk you off rapidly. “But now cum from just my hand. Cum, like you’re watching a video, imagining me, like I’m not even here.”

“B-but, y-you are—fuck, Yena, I want you!”

Yena can’t hear you. She is too enamored with the taste and texture of your balls

which can’t hold their white stuff anymore. A final suck on each one of them and you violently release—Yena violently forces her cum out of you. She does not stop even as the ropes fly into the air and rain down on her head and your pajamas.

With a harsh thud you crash back on the bed, your cock still wrung out by an eager Yena. It’s like a new kind of firework for her or the first snowfall of winter. Why else would she put out her tongue to catch some of it and get a taste? Wrinkles form on her forehead when she swallows it.

“Hm, pretty salty and… weird.”

“S-sorry,” you barely squeeze out, head spinning, legs twitching.

“Nah it’s fine.”

Yena climbs up to your sweat covered face. She has this huge grin on her face.

“I’ll have a lot of time to get used to the taste, right, Pokemon Master?”

#kpop smut #girl group smut #kpop girl group #izone smut #yena izone smut #yena smut #female idol smut #male reader smut #idol x male reader smut #male reader insert

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waywardangel-wilds · 2 months

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Putting this here so I don't lose it. I think this would be fun to rework into a longer version for ao3.

I had an idea (I wrote this on my phone, forgive all the random mistakes):

Catnip asked me to help her out with training. I didn’t mind, she’s never been the best at snares. Plus, it was time with her. But, as usual, the merchant got priority. I hadn’t been all that excited about teaching boy wonder, I’m still not that thrilled, but I can be nice. That’s what Katniss likes now right? She likes ‘em nice.

Anyway, whatever. Today’s the first day. I told Ma’ I’d be late from hunting so I could help Katniss out. She took the Quarter Quell announcement really hard. I did too, obviously. Every Sunday’s gonna be a long day, but it’s for the best. We gotta get Katniss home for good this time, no strings.

I’m just walking up the Victors Village hill when I spot her. She’s sulking on her front steps, covered in sweat. My mouth goes dry. She looks really good. She doesn’t notice me though, she’s too busy glaring at Mellark who’s standing in front of her.

“That wasn’t your best time.” I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk to her like that before. Guess I got used to the sappy stuff, like everybody else.

“I’m not doing that again,” Katniss snaps. She’s glaring at him as if she wants him to drop dead. I’m surprised he doesn’t.

“You’re beating that time,” he starts saying as he shucks off his sweaty shirt to use it like a towel “tomorrow.”

Katniss doesn’t say anything in return. She stands up and walks past him, making sure to knock into him with her shoulder.

Peeta turns to stare after her, “that’s gonna cost you another twenty minutes, you know.”

She flips him the bird, but doesn’t bother sticking around. She keeps walking in my direction, “Gale!”

“Hey,” I smile. She nods at me. “You ready?”

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s Haymitch?” The last half of her sentence she directs to the guy behind her.

“Probably passed out somewhere by the fence,” he snorts, taking a long drink from a bottle of water. He thankfully pulls the shirt back on. “I’ll get him, get started.”

Katniss rolls her eyes but lets Peeta leave without saying anything else. She crosses her arms, “come on, let’s practice in the house.”

I’m expecting her to head to her place, but she walks past it, going down the street towards some other house I’ve never been to.

“Where are we going?” I ask. “Haymitch’s?”

“Peeta’s. No Prim or mom, plus it’s clean.” She answers. She jogs up the steps and pushes the door open, “come on!” She says when I don’t follow right away.

Great, now I have to be in his house. “I’m right here.”

“Layouts the same, put your stuff in the living room,” She jogs towards the kitchen and I follow her at a slower pace.

I watch her turn on the tap and stick her face into the water, splashing the sweat off and taking a long drink. “What?” She asks once she catches me staring.

“Nothing,” I shake my head. I wander over to the kitchen window, looking around for anything… interesting.

“Ugh, he sucks!” Katniss whines behind me. I turn around and find her digging through Mellark’s fridge. “There’s nothing worth eating in here,” She opens the fridge wider so I can see all the vegetables in there. “Not even bread.”

I make a noncommittal sound, “yeah”

Some noise from the front door interrupts us. “Katniss!” Mellark.

“Crap.” She closes the fridge and grabs my wrist, yanking me into the living room. “I’m in here!”

“Walk,” I hear Mellark snaps at someone. Probably Abernathy.

Katniss plops herself down on a couch and I put my bag on the coffee table. Haymitch and Mellark come into the room. Mellark shoves the older man in front of him.

“Don’t make me shank you,” Abernathy groans halfheartedly and drops himself into the spare cushion next to Katniss.

“I’d love to see you try,” Mellark scoffs, side stepping around the couch. “You can’t even see straight.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Let’s just start,” Mellark says curtly.

“Would you quit being such an asshole?” Katniss says, but Mellark just stares at her, arms crossed with and a blank expression. “Show us what you brought, Gale.”

I glance at all of them, clear my throat and pull open my bag, kneeling down on the floor once I’ve got the wire and rope on the table. “We’ll start with the basics,” I say.

I start off showing them some easy traps, simple knots. Mellark crouches nearby to get a better look, accidentally knocking against Katniss’s knee. She leans forward to have a better look too, but she knows this stuff. While Mellark is frowning down at my fingers she picks up some spare wire and slowly arranges the trap. It’s a small thing, good enough to catch a curious rabbit, if you’ve got a branch nearby. Mellark turns to look at what she’s doing, reaching out to put a hand on her wrist to slow down her movements.

I watch him, frowning. Katniss doesn’t seem to notice he’s touching her at all, and honestly, I don’t think he noticed he did it either.

I brush it off and glance at Abernathy to see how he’s doing. I raise my eyebrows when I realize he’s snoozing against the couch, not a care in the world.

“Yeah that’s good,” Katniss says, picking up the loop Mellark made to inspect it. “We should probably practice setting these outside so you can see how they actually work.”

“Hm,” Peeta says dismissively. “Show me something else,” he nods, directing the words towards me.

I can tell that Katniss is bothered by his attitude, but if Mellark notices he doesn’t seem to care. It sucks to see it gets to her, but I’m glad there doesn’t seem to be anything going on between them.

I spend some time showing him a basic wire snare. I can tell Katniss checked out a while ago, she isn’t looking my way. She’s picking at some of the string in front of her without really seeing it. Mellark is paying me very close attention, so I’m surprised when he suddenly jumps up.

“You’re hungry,” he says.

“What? Oh yeah.” Katniss puts a hand to her stomach. “I’ll go back home-“

“No, come on.” Mellark motions for her to follow him into the kitchen but she stays put.

“Don’t bother, I’m sure there’s food at the house.”

“Come,” Mellark takes her hand and pulls her after him.

“I don’t need you feeding me,” Katniss grumbles but she goes along with him anyway, a small smile she hides from him tugging at her mouth.

I show up at the same time the week after that. I don’t find them outside though. I walk over to Mellark’s house again and find Haymitch drinking moonshine on the porch.

“Where is she?” I ask.

“Good morning, how are you?” Haymitch says sarcastically. “She’s inside with the boy. Might as well give em a few minutes if you value your peace.”

“What?”

“They’re fightin’. I don’t know a whole lot, but even I know when to leave something alone.” He chuckles and takes another drink. “Don’t tell em you saw me drinking!”

I ignore him and keep walking past him. You can’t hear any yelling or anything else that sounds like a fight so I push the door open and walk over to the living room.

“Catnip..?” The question dies in my mouth.

“Ugh, get off!” Katniss is struggling, trying to kick out Mellark’s legs from behind her but missing. The guy’s got her arms held behind her back, half on top of her one the ground.

“You can get out if you do it like I taught you,” he shifts his grip to compensate for her struggling. “Come on, go for the weak spots.”

“Get off of her man,” I take a step into the living room, dropping my bag to the ground along the way. “She told you to get off!”

“Gale, it’s fine,” Katniss blows some of the hair out of her face and looks in my direction. “I can figure this out, give me a sec.”

“You can wait over there, if you want.” Mellark nods towards the couch without looking at me, he’s too focused on Katniss. “Go for the leg for real this time.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Katniss snaps and keeps trying to pull her arms free. Mellark’s grip doesn’t budge. I stay standing close by. “Gale, it’s really fine. Go outside if you want, we’ll be done in a minute.”

“I’m gonna stay here.”

Mellark ignores me. “You’re already dead. You think anyone in the arena’s gonna give you this much slack? Huh? Kick!”

“Shut up!” Katniss puts all her force into throwing her shoulder back, knocking Mellark backwards. She tries to crawl away from him in the confusion, but he catches her right away, crawling on top of her and locking her wrists down with his elbows.

“What’re you gonna do now?”

“Ugh!” She tries to pull her hands free but it’s futile. Mellark shifts his weight from one hip to the other. Katniss’s feet scramble against the floor but find no purchase.

“Think it through, how do you get out?” Mellark asks, staring down at her. Katniss moves her head around, trying to get her bangs out of her face but Mellark smooths the hair back with a free hand. “Come on, stay cool. You can figure this out.”

Katniss is frowning. She looks beyond pissed. She gets one of her feet flat on the ground and uses all her strength to buck at him with her hips. Mellark merely shifts his weight again and slams hers back down to the ground.

“Damn, buy me dinner first.”

“That,” Katniss’s expression breaks and she laughs. “That’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” Mellark heaves himself backwards and off of her, settling onto his knees. He offers Katniss a hand to pull her up. “We can try again some other time.”

“Fine,” once she’s seated she busied herself with fixing her messed up braid. Mellark steps past me and out of the room.

“Sorry that took so long,” Katniss is saying. “Peeta really wants me to do well at close combat.”

“Yeah, that’s what this is.” I can tell my expression is bitter because Katniss’s smile drops. “Let’s just get started.”

“Who the fuck sold to you??” We both hear Mellark shouting from the porch. “Tell me! What the hell did I say, Haymitch?!”

Katniss cringes but hops up to her feet. She starts rearranging the furniture. It had been moved to make space for their little wrestling match. “Haymitch was drinking again?”

“Yup,” I say.

“That sucks. Just when we got him in a better mood he goes and blows it.” She shakes her head.

Anyway I spent wayy longer than I intended writing this! Hope you liked it!

#fanfic #everlark #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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PDA — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN'S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “Please just kiss me already.” with Luke.

“you guys are disgusting.”

my boyfriend and i are sprawled across the couch; Luke laid down on his back, and me laid down on my stomach on top of him between his legs. Luke and i separate our lips, looking over to Ethan and Mark who stand in the living room entryway.

“you’re just jealous that you don’t have anyone to be like this with.” Luke taunts, tightening his grip around me, letting his hand slide down to rest on my ass.

“no.” Ethan tells him. “i’m disgusted because you guys can never keep your hands off each other.”

“can you blame me? look at her!” my boyfriend exclaims. “actually, don’t look at her.”

“i wasn’t gonna look at her anyways.” Ethan states, flopping down into the armchair a few feet away.

“what is that supposed to mean?” i ask, purely intending to make him flustered. “am i not pretty, E?”

his eyes grow wide, his lips opening and closing like a fish.

“no! i- uh i mean yes! er-” he stutters over his words, not sure of how to respond, and Luke bites back a laugh.

“she’s fucking with you, bro.” Mark chuckles, slapping Ethan on the shoulder as he passes by the armchair, taking a seat at the opposite of the couch from Luke and i. Ethan looks at me, finding me red faced from holding in laughter.

“you’re mean.” Ethan counters me with a glare.

“she’s an angel.” Luke defends me, pressing a kiss to my lips once again.

“thank you, baby.” i mumble against his lips.

“Ethan’s right, you guys are disgusting.” i pull away to glance at Mark, who watches us with a wrinkled nose and a frown.

“we are not!” i rebut.

“ya know what? i dare you guys to see who can go the longest without kissing the other!” Ethan nearly shouts. Luke and i exchange a glance before i send Ethan a side eye.

“why would we do that?” i ask him.

“because i’ll give the winner a hundred dollars.” he tells me. Luke and i give each other another glance, making our decision.

“okay.” Luke says.

“okay?” Ethan repeats.

“okay.” Luke confirms. “it’s just not kissing. it can’t be that hard.”

it’s hard. it’s much harder than i think we assumed it would be. i didn’t anticipate the amount of times we would lean in to give our normal every day kisses before remembering we weren’t allowed. it’s only been one day and it feels like torture.

“i don’t like this.” i pout for the third time today.

“i know you don’t.” Luke chuckles, running a hand over my hair from where my head rests on his chest. we’re laying in his bed, cuddled up together before his game.

“it sucks.” i tell him. “i didn’t get my good morning kiss.”

“or your mid-afternoon kiss.” he reminds me. before i can speak, the bedroom door swings open, revealing Dylan.

“hurry up and get ready, we have 20 minutes.” he tells us before walking away, leaving the bedroom door wide open behind him. i groan, clinging to Luke a little tighter.

“baby, i have to get ready.” he coos, attempting to peel my arms off of him.

“you won’t get your good luck kiss.” i frown. that statement makes him freeze. i’ve come to learn that some hockey players are very superstitious. Luke being one of them. he genuinely believes that if he gives me a kiss before he leaves sophomore house every game day, they’ll win. it’s worked so far, so i can’t really blame him.

“shit.” he curses. he hums as he gets up from the bed, trying to think of a solution. i watch him with curious eyes while he gets ready, changing into his arrival outfit and making sure he has all his gear in his bag.

and i follow silently as he sulks down the stairs to the other boys who are waiting for us by the front door.

“i’ll see you at Yost?” his hands grip my waist, mine winding around his neck.

“yeah, i’ll be there.” he nods at my confirmation before we pull apart, him heading towards the door.

“aren’t you forgetting something?” Ethan teases, a smirk drawn across the lower half of his face.

“don’t be an asshole.” Dylan retorts, smacking Ethan’s chest. “this could be our downfall.”

Luke let’s out a stressed sigh at Dylan’s words, and i know this is hard for him.

“Luke?” i call out. he turns to look at me, raising his brows in questioning. “please just kiss me already.”

i don’t have to tell him twice. he struts forward, pulling me in by my belt loops and crashing his lips to mine. his lips are soft and he tastes like the red gatorade he was drinking earlier.

“dear jesus, one day. you guys lasted one day.” Ethan groans. Luke pulls away, sending a glare to his close friend.

“shut up, Eddy.”

#faithlynn’s 500 celly!#luke hughes #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fic #umich hockey #umich boys #umich imagine #umich blurbs #faithlynn’s writings <3

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ariundercovers · 3 months

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Standstill (When Paths Cross Pt. VIII, Javier Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3.2k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: The next week. Some shared flan, and an unexpected question.

Chapter Warnings: no porn only plot, angst, (i promise this is the last plotty angst chapter!) spanish nicknames, idiots in love, Chucho being a Dad to two idiots in love (the poor man omg).

A/N: I made a moodboard for this series! I hope it doesn't suck. I've never been great at making them. But do let me know what you think, and if you can pick up on each image! ALSO - If you're so inclined, please drop a like and a reply/reblog! I live for your feedback, and it keeps me going and keeps me writing. Did you like it? love it? hate it? I want to hear all of your thoughts! And of course, just lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist, too!

PREVIOUS PART (VII) HERE

It takes everything in you not to start calling Javi first thing in the morning, begging him to talk to you, to have a conversation, to hear you, or something. You’re regretting the way you lost it and stormed out, too. You let your emotions cloud your judgment, acted too reactionary, in the interest of yourself and not in the interest of your relationship.

But isn’t that what Javi was doing to you, too?

You heave out a frustrated sigh, staring into the abyss of your ceiling. At least you had work today to keep your mind busy and off of this mess of a situation. Belabored, you start to sit yourself up and dress yourself for the day. It feels mindless, going about your morning tasks like this, but you think some semblance of normalcy will actually help you get through these next ten hours. You can wait until then - reach out after you’ve let yourself fully cooled down, maybe.

If he’ll even answer you, that is.

You sigh, exasperated, and quicken your pace, trying to get through every step of your morning routine as fast as possible, figuring that if you keep yourself busy with moving quickly, your mind won't have time to whirr to a stop in the case of Javier Peña.

It doesn’t work.

You bemoan every action and step you took to get here, endlessly infuriated by your own inability to test out the waters before charging full steam ahead. You realize, reluctantly, that you probably should’ve eased into that conversation rather than blurt it out in the middle of the mall food court. You should’ve pressed him for more explanation, but gently, without engaging self-defense mode right away. There are a thousand things you wish you had done differently in hindsight. You can’t do anything about it now, though, so you pick yourself up, finish making coffee, and head out the door to catch the bus to the museum.

When you arrive, your co-worker, Anne, can tell right away that something’s wrong.

“Uh-oh. Trouble in paradise?” She asks you.

“Yeah. Something like that.” You sulk your way back to your office and unload your bag and the lunch you packed for yourself, tucking it away in the mini fridge on the other side of the room. Anne slides into the office, too, and takes a seat at the chair across from your desk, looking at you with expectant eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened or are you going to leave me hanging? Spill.” You sigh and look at your watch - you have a few minutes before the work day actually starts, and you figure you could use some additional perspective from someone besides Chucho. So, you go ahead and rehash the situation.

By the end of it, her eyebrows are about as high as the ceiling, and her head is propped on her hand, leaning forward on the desk as if to ask for more.

“His dad drove you home? Seriously?”

“Is that really what you latched onto after all of that, Anne?” She laughs at you and sits back in her chair, arms crossing gently over her chest.

“You know you went about that all wrong, right? Even the best-seeming guy gets spooked when you start talking about marriage and kids and stuff, you know?” You sigh in agreement, shrugging slightly.

“Yeah, I know. I know now. Things have just been going so well and I think about it all the time, I thought I could just ask, you know? We’re not kids, I figured it’d be at least something he’s thought about, even not in the context of the two of us.” You sigh, melting further into the chair as you shake your head in frustration. “What do I do?”

“I don’t know. It sounds like he made his position pretty clear.” The deep, heaving breath that follows from your chest is as dramatic as it is comforting.

“I know,” you finally respond. Anne sits up and looks at you with a forceful glare.

“So you have to decide, then. Is he worth losing those possibilities for the future? Or not?”

~~~

You take the week to regulate yourself back into your regular, daily life. You go to work, focus as hard as you can for as long as possible, then you stop at the store on your way home, cook yourself a real meal, and eat on the couch, alone, in front of whatever shitty movie you’ve picked out for yourself today. You’re bored. And lonely. And still unbearably and unbelievably heartbroken.

On Friday, you’re partway through the shittiest of movies that you’ve managed to pick out so far this week when your phone rings. Picking it up quickly, you hear a familiar gravelly voice on the other side.

“Mija.”

It brings a smile to your face immediately. “Hey, Chucho. What’s up?”

“I made flan. Care to stop by for some?” You chuckle lightly at his suggestion.

“Now?” You ask.

“Only if you want to,” he responds.

“Is Javi home?” He pauses, but answers nonetheless.

“He is, but he’s moping elsewhere, as is the usual these days.” Something tugs at your heartstrings when he mentions Javi’s mood, unsure whether it’s because you feel eased that Javi’s grieving the same as you, or if it’s because it confirms that Javi does, in fact, feel something for you.

“Who would I be to say no to flan?” You can practically hear his smile through the receiver.

“Come on, then. I’ll save you some.”

You hang up the phone with a quick sign-off and get yourself dressed - at least, a little more dressed than you are now. You throw on a sweater and some jeans, a pair of shoes, and grab your keys, bounding out of the door and down the steps, toward your car parked on the street.

The busy city streets quickly shift to the winding roads you know and love so much, leading you all the way back to the Peña ranch. As you pull into the familiar property, you park in front of the house and turn off your lights before sitting back in your seat for a moment. You take a deep breath and work yourself up to getting out of the car and going inside. This was Javi’s house, afterall… you might see him. But you’re also not sure what you’ll do if he does show up.

Finally deciding that you’re prepped well enough, you open the car door and stand, stretching your arms and back for a moment before walking up to the front door of the house that still felt so much like home to you.

The door opens before you can even reach the handle, Chucho looking down at you for the briefest of moments before he’s crushing you tightly to his chest.

“Mija. I missed you.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him - he always gave the best hugs - and sigh into the embrace. It’s much appreciated, on your part. It turns out you’ve been craving human contact.

“It’s only been a few days, Chucho.” He finally releases you and holds you at an arm's distance away, brows scrunches behind thick glasses as he looks you up and down.

“A few days where I thought you might not ever come back. They felt like forever.”

“I told you, Chucho. Nothing’s gonna keep me away, I mean that.” You offer him the most genuine smile you can muster and he finally releases you as you walk into the house. Javi is, as you figured he would be, nowhere to be seen. There’s a flan sitting in the middle of the dining table and you eagerly take a few steps in as Chucho closes the door behind you.

“Come on. Let’s get you some flan.” Laughing lightly, you follow him into the kitchen, reaching for forks as he reaches for the plates. You meet each other at the table and he serves up two too-large slices of flan, one to each of you, before you take a seat, Chucho at the head of the table and you just next to him. “So I take it you haven’t talked to him?” he prods.

You sigh and shrug, unsure how to answer. “I’m not sure what I’d say. I know I should try, but I can’t shake the feeling that he just doesn’t want me.” The incredulous look he gives you makes you snort slightly.

“Oh, mija, you have never been so wrong. He wants you desperately. He’s like an abandoned, grumpy puppy dog right now. He wants you, very much. Anyone can tell.” You smile nervously at him, unsure how much he knows, and how much you really want to divulge.

“Okay. Maybe that’s true. But he doesn’t want a future with me. And, to me? They might as well be the same thing.” He sighs and sets down his fork, propping his chin on his fist for a moment.

“You need to talk to him about it. I don’t think that’s true, either. I really don’t.”

“But he told me that. Not in so many words, but he said he doesn’t want a future with me. Not with me, not with anyone, Chucho. I can’t convince him of something he doesn’t even want in the first place.” He sighs and reaches across the table to take your hand, softly.

“If that’s what he said to you, know that it was a terrified little boy speaking, not Javi.” You tilt your head, brows scrunching as you try to piece together what he means. Chucho continues. “I know he probably said something horrible. Probably out of fear. You don’t have to tell me what, because it’s between the two of you, not me. But I know him. And I know how he is. He’s my son.”

There’s that word again.

Fear.

If he’s not afraid of you, then what is it? The future? Commitment? Kids?

You look down at the already nearly-empty plate in front of you and swallow thickly.

“Okay, Chucho. I get it.” You sigh, feeling like you’re at a stalemate. “I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I’m supposed to reach out to him or if I’m supposed to wait for him to come to me or something in between? I just don’t know.” You rest your head against the back of the chair for a moment until you hear the sound of Chucho’s heaving sigh.

“You’ll figure it out, mija. I know you will.” You look up at him with a smile and force yourself back to vertical, reaching for your fork once again.

“You have too much faith in me.”

“No. I have just enough.”

~ ~ ~

You sit with Chucho for a long while, talking back and forth about nothing and everything like you always used to, in the days before Javi came home. It’s easy, simple, and you appreciate the companionship greatly. He lets out a yawn, eventually, and stands up to excuse himself back to his room.

“Thank you, mija, for coming over. It was getting lonely without you around.” You stand as well and walk over to him as he wraps you up in a big hug.

“Thank you for having me, Chucho. You head off to bed - I’ll clean up. I can let myself out.” He nods back at you in response with a tip of the brim of his hat and turns, hobbling off to his room. He knows better by now than to argue with you about these kinds of things.

So, you set off to start cleaning up. You wrap the flan up in some cling wrap, and set it in the fridge before you grab your plates and move to the sink, washing each of them in turn. You dry them each on the dish towel that hangs from the handle of the oven, before you decide to go ahead and just wash the rest of the dishes in the sink, while you’re at it. Less for Chucho to deal with in the morning. When you’re done, you make sure everything out on the countertop is set back in its rightful place and you straighten out the chairs at the table.

You’re sliding on your shoes and reaching for your keys on the hook near the door when you hear the telltale sound of a doorknob and then a familiar set of footsteps moving down the hallway. You stop in your tracks, unsure how to proceed, until you hear the footsteps track closer to you, eventually stopping. Turning over your left shoulder, you look in the direction of the hallway, only to be confronted with the same one you had spent the entire week pining after.

“Javi,” you huff out with a breathy sigh. His lips turn up in their tell-tale smirk, a distinct 5-o’clock shadow graced across his jawline. His hair is tousled, more unkempt than he usually lets it get. And then he opens his mouth and speaks - the sound sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“Muñeca.”

You can see something brimming in his eyes as he steps further toward you, closing the distance between you two quickly. His hands stay firmly rooted in his pockets, but he’s now in breathing distance, right in front of you. You set your keys back down and turn fully toward him, looking at him from where you stand.

“I was just, uh… getting ready to head out.” You stumble, unsure of how best to approach this conversation. Fiddling your hands together, you look away, down at your feet, as the intensity of his gaze is too much for you to bear.

“What if you stayed?” He asks. Your eyes snap back up to his, taken aback by his suggestion.

“Stayed?” You couldn’t have heard him right, right? He nods.

“Yeah. Here. With me. I know… I know we need to talk about things. I know. But… We’ll talk in the morning. I promise. I just…” One of his hands leaves his pocket and swipes across his lip, in the way it always used to - albeit much more cockily before. Hesitantly, he reaches for you, his hand cupping the side of your face. His thumb brushes across your cheekbone and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath, the contact soothing you.

You blink your eyes open at him and nod once. He waits just long enough to see that you’ve truly said ‘yes’ before he’s wrapping you up into his arms, inhaling the scent of your hair like it’s a salve. Your arms circle tightly around his torso, grappling tight to his body like if you lose your grip for even a moment you might fall away from him entirely. You can feel tears brimming at your eyelids, but you don’t let them fall. Not now. Not yet.

You can hear Javi take a few deep breaths, arms squeezing you a little more tightly with each one, until he’s reluctantly pulling away from you, hands on each of your shoulders as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“Come to bed with me?” He asks you.

You hesitate - you’re not sure what to do, exactly. Do you want to stay? More than anything, really. But should you?

You blink back at him for a while, trying to figure out how you should respond. His face looks like its just as close to breaking as yours is, though, just as close to falling apart, and that realization is enough to solidify your answer.

“Okay, Javi. I’ll stay.” You nod in agreement with your words, a small smile up-ticking on his face, and he takes your hand, leading you down the hallway. When you make it to his room, he closes the door behind you and pauses, just long enough to pull you into him again so that he can press a gentle, tender kiss to your forehead. “Here, I’ll grab you a shirt-”

You watch as he fishes an old t-shirt out of his dresser for you, handing it to you before he turns back to you, seriously. “Do you want me to…” He nods toward the door, gesturing toward it with his chin. You scoff slightly and let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

“No. You’ve seen me naked plenty, Javi. I’m not shy.” He responds with a serious look and turns away from you, tugging off his own button up as he swaps it for a plain t-shirt, instead. You realize, suddenly, that he’s trying to give you some sense of privacy - a moment to change, alone, with a sense that he’s not entitled to look right now. Not just yet.

You get to it as quickly as you can, tugging off your jeans and sweater and folding them, setting them on one side of Javi’s dresser, before tugging on his t-shirt and climbing into bed. You look up at him from your seated position, eager to get your hands on him again. You know there’s a lot the two of you need to work through here. You know there are tough conversations ahead. But you’re also damn sure that you’ll crumble if you can’t have his arms around you as quickly as possible.

Eventually, he turns around, smiling at the sight of you in his bed. “Cariño-“ he starts, “my bed has never looked more comfortable.” You offer him a sleepy smile, reaching one hand out for him as he climbs in. He obliges, even though it makes crawling the rest of the way over to you more difficult, holding your hand in his and pressing his lips to it gently. When he makes it over to you, he lays down, pulling you into his side and against his chest. He inhales deeply, much like he did when he first wrapped you up in his arms earlier, and you ratchet yourself to his side, throwing one thigh over his hips and digging your fingertips tightly into his ribcage. There’s a possibility that this might actually be uncomfortable for him, you think, but it’s too worth it to bother adjusting. You need this right now.

He reaches down to gather up the sheets and quilt from where they’re bunched on the side of the bed and throws them over you both, tucking you in gently as he makes sure you’re properly wrapped up.

“This okay, mi amor?” You nod affirmatively into his chest and hum, happily, feeling an ease that had been missing over the course of the week.

“More than okay, Javi. Thank you.”

“No. Thank you. I know we need to… talk. But this is- this is good. Just like this.” Nodding again, this time, as you settle back against him, you let the persistent beating of his heart soothe you. You have lots to think about and talk through together tomorrow - or at least you hope you do - but he’s right. This is good. Just like this. You’ll figure it out in the morning.

~ ~ ~

A/N: I guess it's more feels than angst. But still. One of the big moments I've been working up to in this series is coming next - I can't wait to get it out for all of you tio read!

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little-emerald-snake · 6 months

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Smutmas Day 4

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself.” - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

608 words

Sebastian had been in quite the mood since the morning. He’d arrived late to breakfast, proceeded to snap at Ominis over what flavor of jam he wanted and left early after hardly eating anything. Then he arrived late to DATDA which was odd seeing as it was his favorite class.

He wasn’t quite acting like himself which had left his girlfriend clueless. When she’d asked him about it he just said not to worry about it and gave her a sweet kiss on the forehead.

Only thanks to digging around in his belongings, thanking Ominis with the promise of his favorite treats for letting her in and keeping watch, did she find a journal with a hastily scribbled entry about having pent up fantasies about her and not wanting to ask her to engage with them for fear she’d not like it.

She’d decided no matter what it was, it couldn’t be that bad and she had plans to ask him about it as soon as she saw him next.

She finally found him sulking in the Undercroft, hunched over a book on the couch. He looked up at the sound of the clock mechanism and his deep scowl melting into a softer look. “What are you doing down here, darling?”

She smiled, sitting beside him on the couch and gently rubbing her hand over his back in soothing circles. “I’ve missed you and you’ve seemed…agitated today. Wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

He nodded, his body slowly relaxing under her touch. She could still sense a bit of tension but it was better than before. “Ah, just a bit on my mind. Nothing to worry over, love.”

She frowned, pulling herself up to kneel beside him so her thumbs could work into the knots of muscles in his shoulder. “Would you mind telling me? So maybe I could help. Or maybe we could…blow off some steam.”

He went rigid under her fingers, groaning as he slid his hands up his face. “Not right now. Thanks though.”

She stopped, sitting back on her heels and withdrawing her hands from him. “Okay, now I know something’s wrong. You never turn me down for some uninterrupted sexy time.”

He sighed, pulling his hands down to rest at his sides as he tilted his head toward her. “Listen…I’ve just had this stupid fantasy in my head of us trying something and I feel like it’s too much. So I just wanna wait till it’s gone for a bit before we do anything. I don’t want to go too far with you.”

She smirked, glad he had told her the truth. Her smirk turned to a seductive expression as she pushed him gently back against the backrest of the couch and climbed into his lap. “What if I said I didn’t mind it. Even if it’s rough or something we haven't done. I’d at least want to know if it’s something I’d be into.”

His lids dropped and his slight look of shock took on a darker more intense tone. “Alright then. Do you…want to try being dominated a bit? I-I kind of just want to be in control and be a bit bossy with you…”

She bit into her bottom lip and her eyes met his with a sultry look. “I’d actually really like to do that with you. Sounds really hot and like a fantasy I have too.”

He grinned, her interest making him rock hard in his pants as he pointed to the ground. “Then I’d like you to get on your knees, right there. Yes, just like that, pretty girl. Alright then, this cock won’t suck itself.”

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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TWITTER SUCKS! > thirty-five! my other half

synopsis > who knew you could become famous overnight for paying $8 for a single blue checkmark? however, it does come with consequences…what happens when the actual BELIFT Lab comes knocking at your door. all because you simply impersonated your bias.

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a/n: i am so sorry this took soooo long but i was procrastinating and i was mentally recuperating. blaming my studio project for this 😍 this is the final chapter of TWITTER SUCKS! it's also a little chaotic and honestly have a feeling i lost my writer's touch since i haven't wrote in a long time. however, thank you for joining me on this ride and sticking around till the end! I will be coming back with more writings and hopefully continuing with the series that I had before! of course, the new smau that will come out eventually ‘Collie Duty’ which I have no plans to release just yet😪 but it will be released maybe in the second half of 2023!

[placing this in case the read more messed up]

who knew after an incident that so happened to go viral. to the point where you were kidnapped and threatened to be sued by BELIFT, would actually get you to meet lee heeseung and be his girlfriend.

the past 7 months you could never have thought that. it had only been 7 months but it felt like a whole year when it happened. somehow it felt nostalgic looking back the tweets you had. it was hectic. complete 0.01% chance of this happening to anyone in the world. yet, somehow you were blessed to have gone through this.

you managed to steal heeseung’s heart. you made new friends but they’re actual idols (read: enhypen). you became famous. fought a company for a stupid reason which was that you were impersonating their idol. you even kicked a creepy staff out of BELIFT! which, you weren’t surprised. she’s a sasaeng at this point. maybe worse.

but oh my god, dating lee heeseung. it’s such a blessing-

“princess?” heeseung waves his hand in front of you. “are you having an inner monologue or something?” he snorts.

you rolled your eyes, “do you never have an inner monologue?”

“no? why would I?”

“lame. you ain’t in your main character era.”

“princess, I’m always the main character and you know it.” he smirks. you shoved him lightly.

“god, you’re starting to sound like sunghoon.”

“hmm, it’s as if I haven’t been living with him for the past 3 years.” he says with sarcasm.

“did you and sunoo have some sass off or something? why are you so sassy today?”

“sorry, I just don’t understand why some ENGENEs don’t appreciate the dancers’ hard work. I mean I get they’re girls but fucking hell, we’re just dancing to the choreo given to us.”

“well, do you want my honest opinion?”

“oh are you jealous too, princess?” he smirks a little.

“yeah, I am but i’m jealous of you. not the dancers. they’re hot. do you have their numbers by the w-”

“no. I don’t text the dancers so you can’t have their numbers.” he sulks.

“aww, is my little heeseung angy.” you cooed at heeseung. he huffs.

“angy isn’t even a word.”

“in my books it is and besides you’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“I thought you’d be mad.”

“pfftt why would I be mad. I know it’s just a dance, you’ve practiced this for months. which makes it even better for the chemistry.”

“yeah but my part has you know…”

“what? her just literally trailing her hands on your arms? I mean it did get me jealous but at the end of the day, who are you kissing?” you smirked.

“you…” heeseung pouts.

“exactly.” you smiled. “i’m not worried about you cheating on me, heeseung. besides, I don’t think you could cheat on me because you love me too much.”

“you’re right.” heeseung grabs your hand and squeezes it. “I love you too much for that.”

“that’s my boy.” you proudly say.

meanwhile, on the other side of the wall.

“jayyyyy.” mae whines. jay smirks.

“what is this? my girlfriend is acting all whiny? it’s like you and (name) noona switched bodies.”

“urghh i’m sorry i’m having period cramps.” mae complains. jay’s eyes widened.

he gasps, “my queen is in pain? oh my god, let me go grab tons of period care things!” jay runs out of the room.

there was a scream across the hall.

“YAHHH NISHIMURA RIKI!!! DID YOU USE MY FACIAL WASH???” subin yells.

there were a couple of haste footsteps, which only meant…

“NOONA WAIT!” ni-ki yells out. let's all pray for ni-ki that he gets out alive safely.

"YAH YAH! break it up!" jungwon yells.

both you and heeseung could hear the commotion in the background but you could careless about what was going on because...

"it's you and me against this world, princess." heeseung purrs.

"are you trying to seduce with 'Bite Me' or something?" you deadpans.

"what? no-" heeseung sighs. "forget it. I was just being romantic."

you narrowed your eyes at heeseung, "anyways, i heard you guys are gonna start with world tours soon."

"ah, right. the 'fate' world tour. will you be watching it?"

"do you think i'm made of money? heeseung, i'm a broke college student."

"you have a job?"

"a mere cafe job. that's gonna take me months to save up. i could even barely afford to buy the ‘Dark Moon’ album.” you huffed.

“aww, princess. you have me, I could’ve gotten the albums for you for free and I could’ve thrown my photocards in there for extras.” he pinches your cheeks.

"now where is the fun in that? i like the surprise element of opening albums."

"and if you don't get any of my photocards?" heeseung folds his arms.

"then too bad. oh right, i saw jay looking sooo hot in that vampire photocard-"

heeseung shuts you up with a kiss. there were screams at the door and they were both from jake and sunghoon. you couldn't fully make out what they were saying. something about how mae and jay were busy being chummy, sunoo and subin pinching each others cheeks and then kissing each other.

you couldn't bother to focus on them. not when you have such a hot boy kissing you right on the lips. the same hot boy who was also your boyfriend.

and you couldn't ask for anything better than this.

you were happy.

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cottondo · 7 months

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Fizzarolli x fem!reader | black lace

— 5. | emergency

“Y/N, c’mon, you gotta get up,”

Your best friend stands in the doorway of your bedroom. She looks at you with a bit of frustration, but there was some underlying sympathy there. It was clear she was worried for you- - after all, you've been lying in bed for the past two days, just sulking in the darkness.

The blankets were your security. The dark was calming. There hasn't been much of an appetite in your stomach, so you really haven't eaten much, either.

Being alone was honestly all you wanted right now. You've already taken off work the past two days, and of course, your best friend didn't hear from you in a couple of days either, so, naturally, she showed up.

"I can't." You frown up at the ceiling.

She sighs, slightly frustrated with your dramatics. Pushing off of the doorframe, her figure moves over to your bed, and takes a seat on the edge. "Look, I'm sorry Fizz didn't pick you. But you can't just lay here all weekend. You're better than that."

She did have a point. Sulking wasn't going to solve anything. It was just hard watching the demon you idolized turn you down because of one mess up on stage you made. He didn't even want to call you from the start.

You weren't anybodies first choice for anything. So why the hell did you expect to be Fizzarolli's?

"It just sucks," you sigh, sitting up slowly to collect yourself. Holding the side of your head in your hands, she nods over at you with understanding. "I wanted to be there so bad."

"I know you did. But, there's other chances. Better places, too!" Her smile is contagious, it always has been. You manage to smile weakly back at her in attempt to feel better.

"Just because one place didn't want you there, doesn't mean you're bad at what you do. They just didn't know what they lost."

You nod. "Right," except, it was Ozzie's. Of course they knew what they lost. In their words, they lost a clumsy demon who can't dance.

"Thanks f/n."

Your friend stands from the side of the bed, and smiles softly down to your frame. Her hand rests on her hip. "I gotta go to work, but I left you some takeout on the counter." Her free hand nudges you gently. "Try to cheer up a bit."

You take a small stand, and smile. "Aw, you didn't."

"Course I did, bitch." She laughs, guiding your frame out of the bedroom.

As the two of you travel into the kitchen, you watch as she picks up her purse and zips up the jacket she wore. "I'll text you later." Her smile fades. You nod in agreement, watching as she gets ready to depart from your apartment.

"Bye," you give a soft wave, watching as she takes her leave.

A heavy exhale slips from your mouth. You idle there in your empty flat for a moment, just taking everything in. All of the feelings you had, you wanted to just let them go.

Maybe you really could move on from that whole experience.

Your eyes turn back to the takeout box on the countertop. Now that you were up, your appetite was slowly coming back- - and the scent of the food was just teasing you at this point.

As you take the time to open it up, sit down and unwrap it, you realize your next work shift was today. It started in an hour - - ugh.

Seeing Fizz's animatronic version was going to trigger your emotions again, you just know it. But, you can't just not show up again. Rent is due next week, and you really counted on that paycheck to get you by.

When you finish the last few bites of your breakfast, you decided it was time to get up, and get ready for work.

Your phone buzzed, alerting your senses. Slipping it off of the counter, your eyes focus on the name at the top of the notification bar.

Oh fuck.

Fizzarolli |

- Call me when you get the chance

Something dropped into your stomach. As much as you love him- - you just don't want to hear what he had to say. He didn't want you before. Why go running back?

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Your steps are slow, despite being a bit late to the circus tent. Since it's been a couple of days, mandatory maintenance on Fizz was well needed. Apparently there's been complaints over the weekend about the band not working like it ought to. Just wonderful.

Your phone starts buzzing in your back pocket as you walk. You could take a minor guess at who you think it was. Fizzarolli called you once already, about an hour ago. It was painfully hard to press the decline button, but you realized your worth, and decided to accept it.

The suspence of not knowing what it was that he wanted killed you on the inside, but it's fine.

It'll all be totally fine.

F/N was right, you are good at stage dancing, you just had to be in the right spot for it. And if being under appreciated by someone you loved meant you got the job you've always wanted, then maybe it just isn't right for you.

You kept on walking. The park was busy, loud.

The unforgetful sound of rigged games blare obnoxious noises at every turn, on all sides of the park. Some crying is heard in the distance, but mostly laughter and squeals of energy, as kiddie imps and demons run pass you in a hurry with prizes in their hands.

The dirt path that kept you on the right track to the circus tent was anything but clear, but you managed to hustle your way passed all the imps and demons with their grabby kids.

You almost wished you never came back, but a part of you actually missed that robo Fizz.

He was the closest thing you've got to being the real Fizzarolli. At least he kind of liked your company. Or more so, he depended on your company to treat his faulty wires. That's what you liked most about him; he had no choice but to like you.

Your hand pushes back the curtain to the tent, and you see nothing but dull lights illuminating the room with colors of green and pink.

Huh. No signs of him . .

You shrug, letting out a little sigh. There's a heaviness in your footsteps still. You pick up the broom that leans against the wall, waiting for your hands, and you start to sweep up the floors. Soda cups, popcorn, and whatever else, littered the bleacher floors. Man, these demons are so filthy. Like, they can't just try to clean up after themselves?

Footsteps are heard from behind you, and you figure it's Robo fizz. With a slight smile you turn at the sound of your name being called, but once you see who it is, your mouth drops, and eyes widen.

"Y/N!" A blow horn echos throughout the room, causing your figure to freeze in surprise.

Fizzarolli stretched his way to be in front of you, a slight pant in his voice as he looks at you.

What the hell? It was the real him - -

You stutter, taken back by his display.

"Fizz? What are you doing he- -"

His head tilts to the side, allowing the bells on his jester hat to jingle. "Listen, I came by to talk. You wouldn't answer your phone, and I needed to get ahold of you somehow," he says with a slight frustration underlying his tone. You furrow your brows at him, gripping the handle of the broom a little tighter.

"I thought you didn't want to see me anymore," your voice is slightly wary as you speak. With eyes narrowing, you take a step away from him, trying to busy yourself so you wouldn't have the annoyance of unwanted thoughts about him lingering in your mind.

"Well, we have an emergency. Our other backup dancer is out sick now, and Ozzie still can't dance. Poor guy, he's been in bed for days, moping around, and I just can't stand looking at him like that- -" he cuts himself off at the odd look from yourself in return.

Fizz laughs awkwardly, then jumps in front of you again with the clear of his throat. You lower a brow, trying to remain angry, keeping your dominance with him. It was too hard to stay mad though. Fizzarolli was just so perfect.

"What I'm trying to say is, will you come back for the night?" He asks.

Damn, that was so fucked up of him to ask after what he put you through before. You were basically just some last resort when he had nobody else to turn to.

"So, you're using me because you don't have any other options?" Your questioning was bitter. Fizz cringes slightly, realizing how it sounded. It was true. But, you also liked the idea of getting closer with him more than actually caring.

". . Nooo . . ?" His head does a little roll on his shoulders. The sheepish grin on his face was still enough to give you butterflies. "Okaaay- sort of. But, I can make it worth your while!" His voice raises in exclamation.

You make a crooked frown and turn away. "How?"

His arms cross, and you can't help but ogle for a minute at his smug smirk. "I'll let you work with me for the weekend." He counts on his fingers, "Friday, through Sunday night."

Shit. . .

Fuck! He was too good. He knew exactly what he was doing, too.

You falter, mind going back and forth inside, trying to rationalize it. You didn't have to though. Your exterior broke, and immediately, your inner simp came out. "Really?"

Fizz holds up a finger, "IF, you can get the applause-o-meter to get higher than an eight tonight." His smirk increases, and by this point, he's just being an asshole. There's a chance you can get the claps needed, and if you can, then you've got your in at Ozzie's.

It's totally a chance you'd be willing to take! Besides, how can you really stay mad at that face?

"Fine!" You sigh out heavily, "It's a deal."

Fizz laughs, holding out a hand for you to shake. You didn't have to look at it first, you just went right in for the grab. Holding his hand, even just for a handshake, felt right.

"Great! I knew you wouldn't say no." Fizz's lips were curled to a smirk, and the back of your mind is suddenly trying to tell you that something about this situation was going to turn toxic, fast.

"How could I? It's an emergency." You add on with a rising smile.

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What could have been

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: Steve attends the wedding of his first love, now he can only wonder what could have been.

Warnings: angst angst angst, regret, my best friend's wedding type pain, Steve doesn't get the girl in the end so the pairing is a lie... sorry

Word Count: 1,435

a/n: wow, the first thing I choose to write in years is angst, I came back and chose violence. But fr, I'm surprised anyone is still here (or you just forgot you followed me haha) anyway, I saw those pictures of Chris and knew I just had to write something. I've also wanted to get back into writing for the longest time but have been so busy. This is definitely not the best thing I've ever written, and I'm sorry for any typos or errors (I didn't proof read) but I did it and I am proud of myself for doing it! I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave feedback!

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Fairy lights shimmer and glow over the banquet hall, candles glow at each table, couples young and old crowd on the dance floor all swaying and dancing to a cover of 'Can't Help Falling in Love'. Steve watches from the sidelines, a wistful look upon his handsome face. Though he wears a smile, it fails to match the hint of sorrow in the blue of his eyes.

"It's a wedding, Steve, not a funeral." Bucky jabs at his best friend as he sits in the empty seat next to the blond. Steve laughs, though forced, it was a laugh nonetheless. A moment of silence passes between the two men before either of them speak. Steve is the first to break the silence.

"I screwed up." Was all he could muster.

"You just realized?" Though masked as a jab, Bucky's question carried much truth to it. Steve had made a grave mistake and it took him far too long to realize. Now, he knows he will never be able to share his true feelings with her.

"Her wedding is a real crappy place to have this realization, isn't it?" His blue eyes look to the table across from him, he watches Y/n for a moment and for a split second, he imagines what could have been had he had the courage to tell her how he truly felt. Maybe he would have been the one to make her smile, the one to make her laugh, the one the hold her when she needs a shoulder to cry on. He sucks in a sharp and quite painful breath as he wonders if he could have been the one she walked down the isle to today.

"Bucky I-" Tears prick at his eyes, a lump forms in his throat. He no longer wishes to speak because he knows if he does he will break. Bucky places a supportive hand

A few songs have played and ended before he finds the composure to continue, "I wanted to support her, to show her I'm happy for her, because I am. But I..." his voice drowns in the now upbeat music, most of the guests are now on the dance floor jumping and dancing to the song currently playing, the bride and groom included.

Steve looks away, his eyes falling to his plate of untouched food. It looks and smells delicious, but he hardly has the stomach for it right now. His eyes fell onto the glass of wine next to his plate, he might not be hungry, but he could surely use a drink. He picks the glass up and downs it in one swig.

"It was selfish of me to come here when I'm in love with her." The words fall past his lips, his face changes from a look of grief to one of disappointment. He can't help but feel guilty for attending her wedding only to sulk in a corner for the entire night.

"You being here means the world to her, Steve." Bucky says, looking at him with all sincerity. "Just take a look," he points across the room and even in the dim lighting he sees her in all her beauty. Her hair is done in a low bun, a few pieces were left out as a face frame. Her makeup is simple, but even if it were done extravagantly, it would have been in vain, for her dress was the talk of the evening, it truly made the bride look like royalty.

Even in the crowd of people, she manages to find Steve's eyes, a small flush creeps into his cheeks. A radiant smile spreads across her painted lips which makes Steve's heart skip a beat or two. He wishes she wouldn't smile at him like that, like he was the one she had married that day.

Lucky for Steve, he's smart enough to know that she looks at her now husband with a look that she reserves for him. Steve hopes the guy knows how lucky he is.

"Steve, Bucky!" Y/n yells over the music. The two men stand to greet her and offer their congratulations. "Thank you so much for being here. It means the world to me!" She adds with a joyous smile. Bucky gives Steve a knowing look.

"We wouldn't have missed it." Bucky says for the both of them. Steve attempts to listen as Bucky asks Y/n endless questions about the wedding and how she's feeling. Steve can't help but think that having to entertain so many guests all in an evening would be the most draining part of it all.

"I'm drained physically, but I feel so full." She beams at them, her eyes shimmering from the fairy lights or love Steve isn't sure. But he is sure of one thing, even if he isn't the reason for her joy, all he's ever wanted was to see her smile and that's exactly what he's getting.

"I'm glad." The words fall past Steve's lips before he can think. He smiles at her and for the first time this evening, it's genuine. She thanks them both once more before the DJ calls the newlyweds to get ready to make their exit. With that, she takes her leave. Steve and Bucky find themselves alone once more.

Outside of the venue the guests line either side of the exit, each waiting with anticipation to send off the new Mr. and Mrs. Each guest was given a sparkler to light for when the couple makes their exit.

Steve stands at a distance, watching from the back of the small parking lot, wishing not to be spotted. With a few more drinks in him he's even less sure that he'll maintain his composure. Especially after how he barely managed to keep it together inside. A breeze blows gently, sweeping disheveled blond hair into his face.

The cool autumn air pricks at his skin, but it does little to chill him. From the drinks or being naturally warm, he isn't sure, but he's happy either way since he left his jacket inside.

Blue eyes watch as everyone gets ready to send the bride and groom off, friends laugh and share stories about the couple's early days. The mother of the bride and mother of the groom wipe tears as they remember their children's first steps, now they're married.

He looks up to the night sky, the stars shine so bright it looks as if they are shimmering. The moon shines brightest of all as it reflects the sun, it illuminates the night. Casting light on that which is in darkness.

He rocks gently with the wind as he observes the galaxy. Loud cheering pulls him from thoughts of a different life, the bride and groom, Y/n and her husband, have made their exit. His right hand falls to his pant pocket and pulls out a sparkler and matches.

It takes him a second to light it, as though lighting it is what seals their marriage. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he lights it and waves it in tribute to the newly weds.

Waving a sparkler is a simple thing, mindless even. He waves it back and forth, watching his first love from a distance, watches as she beams at another man that is now her husband, he watches as she leans in to kiss him, as they get into his car and drive away.

Soon, the sparkler fizzes out and he's alone again in the dark. For how long he's unsure, for at some point his vision began to blur and he could no longer see clearly. Hot tears stream down his rosy cheeks, and drip onto his dress shirt.

It is now, after the dancing and celebration, after the food and drink, after the laughter and conversation that he can finally fall apart. His heart aches in his tight chest. It's that kind of pain that feels like your heart could give out at any moment. It's the kind of pain that sinks into your stomach and makes you sick. For the first time that night, he falls apart, in the middle of that parking lot.While he is happy for her, it is now he realized that he only ever focused on being happy for her. Not once did he stop to realize the importance of grieving what could have been. For the first time, Steve has allowed himself to grieve the loss of his first love. Not because she had died, but because he never took a chance. Now he is left wondering what could have been.

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Knock-down, Drag-out

Taglist: @luna2034 @mylittlemermaid221 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @freyagallileaevans @justagirlthatlovedtoread @daydreamerwithnohobbies

A/n: There is a trigger warning for this chapter. The reader talks about a call she worked. It sucks but this is actually based on a true story. A previous coworker of mine was an EMT and responded to a call like this. EMTs are heroes guys! ❤️

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Ch. 4 | 1.7k words | Angst

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of head injury/death of a child

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Groaning and throwing your head back in frustration, you felt tears prick your eyes. You were ready to leave. You didn't want to wait. Ariel grimaced, but stayed quiet. She seemed at a loss for words. You weren't directing your anger at her. You knew it wasn't her fault. You'd just had a hell of a day, and your bed was practically calling your name.

You stood there, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed, observing cars exiting the parking lot. You wished you could be doing the same. You huffed a breath.

"Everything alright, (Y/N)?"

Jonah's voice snapped you out of your daze. You turned to see him in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants with his gym bag over his shoulder. You gulped and nodded. You were able to grab your envelope from Ariel now, and Jonah followed you out the double doors.

He got right to the point.

"Whose blood is that?"

You looked down at your shirt.

"Don't worry, it's not mine. We had a bad call today. It was a kid," you cleared your throat as tears welled up.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?"

You started to nod your head, staring at the ground, but you shook it instead.

"No. It was hard. The kid hit his head. There was so much blood. He was pronounced dead at the scene," you choked out before the tears spilled over.

You halted your steps and brought your hands to your eyes. You didn't want Jonah to see you cry. The immense stress and pressure from the last week at work, topped off with the events of today, was enough to break the dam.

You sobbed for a moment before you felt strong arms encapsulate you. Jonah pulled you into his chest, settling his chin on your head. He let you sob for a few minutes while he stayed silent. When you started to quiet down, he began gently rubbing your back.

"I know that it's easy for me to say that it's okay, (Y/N), even though you know it's not. Unfortunately, there are things we just can't control. You did your best, and that's what matters. You've had a rough week. I mean, you were just assaulted yourself last weekend. I know it's hard, but you're incredible. You're great at your job, and you better other people's lives. It's okay to sulk and let your feelings out, but when you're done with that, remember to focus on all the good that you do."

Sniffling and leaning into Jonah's chest, you listened to his kind words. You didn't want to leave his embrace. It felt so comfortable, and almost familiar. Reluctantly pushing yourself back, you pulled some tissue out of your bag to wipe your nose. Great, you were a blubbering mess in front of one of the hottest guys you'd ever seen. Jonah let you clean yourself up, using your arm to guide you the few feet ahead to your car. He ducked his head down to level his eyes with yours.

"Do you feel a little better?"

You nodded.

"Yes. Thank you for saying that Jonah. It means a lot. I love what I do, but it takes a toll. Kind of like what you do, I guess," you laughed.

Jonah shrugged.

"Getting pummeled is easier than that any day," he admitted.

"At least your work actually means something."

You looked up at his kind blue eyes.

"You inspire people. That means something."

Jonah chuckled.

"Yeah, well, I don't know about all that."

"Then why do you do it?"

Jonah looked from side to side at your question, like he was seeing who all was around.

"I don't usually tell people up here," he scrubbed the back of his neck.

"Why not?"

"Because," he sighed.

"I don't want them to pity me or look at me like I'm some charity case," he shoved his hands into his hoodie.

You took a step toward him, delicately placing your hand on his jacket sleeve.

"It's okay, you can tell me," you whispered.

Jonah huffed a breath and crossed his arms over his chest. The move almost looked defensive to you as you withdrew your hand.

"My mom's sick. Her treatments and medication are very expensive. Her health insurance recently dropped her because of it. So I do fights here on the weekends, and overtime at my regular job to scrounge up some extra money."

You nodded, holding his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I know that must be hard."

Jonah shook his head and looked down.

"Don't do that. Don't pity me."

Your hand found his arm again and you urged him to look at you. His blue orbs reluctantly pulled back up to yours.

"I don't pity you. I'm showing you the same kindness you showed me. I lost my father when I was young. It's not easy, and some people don't understand that kind of pain, but death is a natural part of life. As much as we hate it, and as unfair as it can be. You're putting in the effort while your mom's still here, and that means more to her than you know. Most people don't care until it's too late."

Jonah loosened his arms, and let his mouth fall open. He approached you, stepping you back until you were against your car.

"God. There's something about you, (Y/N)," he reached his hand up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I can't put my finger on it. You're just different."

His eyes landed on your lips, and you licked them nervously.

"So are you. I don't think you fit into the stereotypical cage fighter persona."

Jonah smiled, the motion drawing your gaze. He paused for a moment, like he was making a decision. Reaching past you, he opened up your car door.

"Go home and get some rest, (Y/N). You've earned it."

You blinked back up at Jonah, and smiled back at him.

"Thanks. I'll see you next weekend," you said as you swooped under Jonah's arm to throw your bag in your car, and climb in.

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For the next month, you were a little too excited to return to the arena every weekend. You told yourself that it was because you were becoming more familiar with the place and making friends; but in the back of your mind, you knew that was bullshit.

Every Saturday night, you waited at the front desk for Jonah to walk you to your car. You learned that his regular job was at a fitness center where he was an Exercise Physiologist. Jonah grew up watching fighting on tv with his father, before he up and left Jonah and his mother. He didn't seem too beat up about that. Jonah naturally gravitated towards fighting as a form of stress relief in high school, and eventually got to the level he's at now.

Jonah asked about your hobbies and interests. You told him that you liked art, movies, and concerts, but that you rarely had the time or energy for any of those anymore. Jonah said you should still try to make time for them.

Each Saturday night, you wanted to kiss Jonah. You thought that maybe he wanted to kiss you, too. But each Saturday night, he pulled away. He hadn't initiated anymore physical touch like he did the night you broke down. Perhaps he just knew you really needed it then. You could understand that, but you were still left disappointed all the same.

Was Jonah seeing someone that he wasn't telling you about?

Were you not his type?

Had you misinterpreted his kindness?

Did he think you were too emotional?

All of these questions bounced around in your head when he turned away from you every Saturday night. Driving home to quickly shower, and laying down in your bed, you stared at your ceiling. What was it about this guy? You hadn't been this hung up on a man since you finished college. You'd been too busy focusing on your career. Why, all of a sudden, did you want to make sure to look pretty on Saturdays? Groaning and throwing your arm over your eyes, you willed yourself to sleep.

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The next Saturday night, you stood at the desk waiting for Jonah to come to walk you out. Tapping your fingers in no particular pattern, you were visibly nervous.

"Hey (Y/N), you ready?"

You turned to face Jonah.

"Oh, it's okay. You don't have to walk me every time. I know you probably want to get home, so I asked Seb to tonight."

You reached into your bag, and pulled out a pamphlet.

"Here, I got this from my hospital to give to you. You should look into it," you pressed your lips into a thin line, and avoided eye contact.

You saw Seb at that exact moment, so you slid past Jonah to join him at his side.

"Bye Ariel, see you next weekend," you waved before exiting with Seb.

The walk to your car was quiet. When you reached it, you turned to thank Seb, and climbed in. You had just started your car when a rap on your window almost gave you a heart attack. Pressing your hand to your chest, you rolled it down, and turned to see who the hell startled you. You were met with Jonah's serious expression.

"What was that?"

You pinched your brow.

"What was what?"

Jonah sighed.

"Why did you want Seb to walk you instead of me?"

Your grip on your steering wheel loosened, and you started to fidget, getting nervous.

"I didn't want him to. I just don't want you to feel obligated to do it every time," you shrugged.

"Is that it?"

You hesitated.

"What do you mean?"

"Is that the only reason?"

You nodded.

"Yes. Well, I mean, yes."

Jonah didn't look convinced.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Your eyes widened.

"No," you waved your hands.

"No, you definitely didn't do anything wrong. It's just that, when you walk me to my car, I like talking to you. I like being around you. I know that you're doing it to be nice, and that it doesn't mean anything. I just don't want to let myself get the wrong idea, if that makes sense," you grimaced, darting your eyes away from his piercing ones.

"Like what?"

Your eyes involuntarily snapped back to him at that.

He reiterated his question.

"You don't want to let yourself get the wrong idea, like what?"

You gulped.

"Like the idea that you might like being around me, too, I guess."

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