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midnight love (part 4)

please find the other parts via my masterlist in the pinned post on my blog!

pairing: megumi x f!reader summary: after surprising you on your 21st birthday, you ditch your friends to be with Megumi and finally talk. How will things be between the two of you, after everything that happened? genre: angst, but there's smut in the end heh content warning: !aged up characters!, college au, abusive/toxic relationship and dynamics, dark content, euphoria inspired dialogue (the part in the car is heavily inspired but I just love that conversation), mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking/cigarettes, explicit smut I guess lol word count: 6.7k

a/n: honestly, even if one person likes and comments on my writing it motivates me to keep going so thank you @denkisupremacist ily. also thanks to everyone else that commented/liked/reblogged the other parts. if u want to be tagged just dm me <3

recommended songs: midnight love - girl in red / I THINK - Tyler, The Creator / Altitude - Montell Fish / Exscape - Montell Fish

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ! MDNI ! 18+

It wasn't that you liked lying to your friends. But as soon as you stepped back into the bar and slipped the necklace Megumi had just given you into your pocket, you knew you had to come up with an excuse to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"There you are!"

Yuji and Yuta were standing in front of you. They had both put on their jackets and looked at you with relief as you walked through the door.

"We came to check on you, you've been gone for almost half an hour," Yuji says, and you see Yuta's eyes follow your hand as you stuff the necklace into your pocket, but he says nothing.

"Uh—sorry, guys I could’ve texted one of you," you mumble, "my mum, she, uh, just had a lot to talk about."

Yuji’s is about to return to the others and take you with him to complete his mission as you link arms with him, when suddenly you both hear Yuta clear his throat. You spin around, feeling caught as you see the tall boy still standing there, frozen in place, his expression telling you that he didn't buy your story.

You hesitate for a moment, but then you give Yuta a questioning look.

"Really? Did something happen? I mean, it's late, why didn't she call you earlier if she wanted to talk?", Yuta asks and you let go of Yuji's arm, who oblivious to the suggestiveness in Yuta's voice. You watch him make his way back to your table before turning back to Yuta.

"No, everything's fine," you start as Yuta avoids your gaze and looks outside through the large windows in the entrance, as if he expected someone to be waiting there, "I guess my mum just misses me.

"Are you waiting for someone or shall we go back?" you finally ask him with a smile on your lips as he turns back to you.

"The texts that popped up on your phone earlier weren't from your mum, y/n."

You flinch, barely noticeable, as you hear what Yuta says to you. You had already turned away from him to join the others, deciding that if he wanted to investigate any further, he could do so on his own.

"Yuta, please…", you groan and look at him, rolling your eyes.

Now you really wanted to avoid him, so instead of going back to the others, you made your way through the people towards the bar in the back.

"No, stop avoiding me, I know he texted you." You heard his voice from right behind you. Great, he followed you.

"What do you want to hear now?", you ask him, turning to look him straight in the eye. He holds your gaze, towering over you as he takes off his jacket. You climb onto one of the stools by the bar and cross your arms like a stubborn child.

"I want to hear that you're not only getting older but also more mature, y/n," Yuta sighs, plopping down on the bar stool right next to you.

"How long have we known each other now? Three years? Four years? You were already Maki's best friend when I met you two."

"What’s you point, Yuta? Is it because of Maki? I don't think he'll do anything to her, I can assure you..."

"No, y/n, he won't do anything to her, but he will do something to you, and you don't want to realize that."

"Yuta, he said he’s sorry, he was drunk and he saw me with Choso, that was kind of my fault, I-", you protest, "I triggered that reaction."

You could see the spark of desperation flash across Yuta's face. It wasn't your fault, you didn't provoke him, you didn't trigger his reaction - but you weren't ready to admit that.

"He would never hurt me on purpose, I think he just needs... help," you added, "I can help him."

Yuta pressed his lips together and closed his eyes for a tiny moment. His sigh was clearly audible, he rubbed his temples as if his head hurt.

"None of us can protect you," he admitted, before taking a deep breath, "and I can't bear to hold my girlfriend in my arms over and over again while she cries because her best friend wakes up next to her from a panic attack five nights in a row, because she was assaulted and almost strangled by a guy she thinks loves her."

His words force you to look up at him and your eyes widen as you realize what he had just said. Maki has always been so strong for you, you don't remember when you last saw her crying, and now you realize how selfish you have been. You were only able to put up with everything Megumi had done to you because your friends were there to catch you.

"And I'm afraid of the day I'll find out that this guy has gone too far and I'll never be able to see my friend again." Yuta takes one of the two beers he ordered for both of you and takes a sip.

You swallow, amazed at how quickly this conversation had turned.

"Yuta, you know Megumi, you know what his problems are, I can't leave him, I love him," you blurt out, "I can't leave him."

"I haven't really known him for a while now, and I think he needs therapy before he's allowed to ever come near you again."

"You're not his personal punching bag, fuck, y/n, I've seen that before with my mum and my - my dad."

Your heart starts beating faster as you listen to what he reveals. He's never told you that before.

"He won't change," he mumbles, taking another sip, his gaze averted from you.

"That," his eyes were on your neck now, making you want to turn away from him, "you can still cover up. Next will be the black eye and the broken nose."

"If you’re lucky," he adds quietly. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

It was just like the conversation with Yuji, you just couldn't argue, you had no arguments. You could justify everything to yourself, but to Yuta? To Yuji? To Maki? Of course they were right, but you didn't want to hear it. You didn't believe that you could be alone and you didn't believe that you could ever love another person the way you loved Megumi. What could you say to your friends, your friends who had been worried from the beginning?

Megumi had once belonged to this group, until he changed more and more and your relationship grew more difficult.

So you wondered what you should tell your friends in the future. Right in this moment, you couldn't even look Yuta in the eye, especially him, he had been the first to notice…

"Let me go, Megumi, you’re hurting me," you begged, pressed up against the wall. It was dark, of course it was, you went out tonight with all of your friends and you were far away from the dance floors upstairs. It was so dark that you could barely make out his face, only occasionally did a few lights flash across his features.

He had one hand on your hip, his fingers digging into your bare skin, while the other had a firm grip on your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"What was that, huh?", he spat at you, he was nearly fuming, his body pressed up against yours in an attempt to keep you in place, "Were you flirting with him? I saw the looks you gave him."

"'Gumi he’s in one of my seminars, it was noth—ow!" You grimace in pain as his hand leaves your hip and grabs your upper arm instead, pulling you along with him. He walks a few steps until you are at the foot of the stairs leading up. Megumi rears up in front of you, towering over you as he forces you a few more steps backwards into the cramped space between the stairs and the wall.

"No, stop, what are you doing, I don’t-", you protest, but you have no chance to escape, "Stop this nonsense, Megumi, nothing happened, let me..."

"You’re dressed like a fucking hooker for what, hmm? For him?", he growled, the tone of his voice silencing you in an instant, "Wanna show me what you wanted to do to him?" He pushed you against the wall. You groaned as you lost your balance for a second and hit the back of your head.

"Come on, don’t be so shy now."

You stared up at your boyfriend, trapped between him and the wall behind you. His hands were groping all over your body, and you felt his right hand move up to grab your chin again, but this time it didn't stay there. Instead, his fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly, but none of that seemed familiar. He had done this before, in another setting, he knew you liked it, but this time was different. Even though it was dark, you could see the lust in his eyes, but there was none in yours. And you could feel how upset he was, he was angry and rough and you knew that he didn't care what you wanted at the moment.

"Stop, I—I don’t want this, let me go," you sobbed and tried to wriggle out of his grip, "Megumi, please, let me go…"

"What the fuck, man, leave her alone."

You looked up to see Yuta rushing down the stairs, grabbing Megumi by the shoulders and pulling him back without waiting for any more context. He read the situation right, so he didn't need you to confirm anything for him.

He heard you the first time.

"Fuck, man, what was that supposed to be? What's wrong with you?", he shouted at him, pushing him back, further down the hall. Yuta actually was a bit taller than Megumi and was able to keep him in check, even if he fought back. You had probably never seen Yuta this upset and Megumi seemed to think the same, but you had no intention of staying to see what they would make of it.

As soon as Megumi was busy with Yuta, you gave him a thankful look and hurried up the stairs, right into Maki’s arms. She quickly realised what was going on and sent Yuji to separate the two.

After that, you left with her and Nobara and that was the first of many nights you spent in Maki's bed, instead of your own.

"Hey, guys, there you are," Maki interrupts the two of you as she walks over to her boyfriend and puts her arm around his waist.

Noticing that the others have also gathered around you, obviously ready to leave, you look in the other direction and wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes.

"We've decided to move on," Yuji says excitedly, "we'll either go to another bar or back to our apartment, what do you think?"

"That's actually a good idea," Yuta chimes in, standing up and grabbing his jacket before taking Maki's hand, "let's go."

You stand up as well and take your chance while you can.

"Guys, I would love to come with you, but I have to retake an exam on Monday and I think I really need to catch up on some sleep," you explain, and you're not even lying, "Shoko offered to drive me home, she's already waiting for me outside, so I think I should go."

Well, that was a lie.

Your friends protest, but you ignored them - you had already put on your jacket and were about to give each of them a big hug.

"Thank you for the surprise," you say and wave goodbye, "Honestly guys, it was so much fun with you, thank you."

You smile and did your best to avoid their glances, trying not to look at Yuta, Choso or Maki, who had probably already seen through you as well.

"See you," you mumble and turn around, taking your phone out of your purse to text Megumi before you had even left the bar.

You grin to yourself, eyes glued to you phone as you push open the door, your other hand fishing the necklace out of the pocket of your jeans. You put your phone back in your purse before you put your necklace back on when you hear another notification.

Megumi had sent you his location, so you followed the map on your phone screen without looking back. You were already quite far away and out of sight, but if you had turned around, you would have seen how your friends left the bar. And then you would have seen how Gojo and Getou were standing outside with them, with Shoko in their middle, waiting for the others.

Shoko, who, as you told them earlier, was supposed to drive you home.

You are just about to get into his car as a call from Maki appears on your screen. Instead of answering it, you reject the call, and you lean over to Megumi to kiss him. Then you turn off your phone.

***

I know I don’t want to Be the one that you run to When you got nowhere else to go When you need some love

You watched as Megumi tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, while you were silently listening to the music playing in the car. He had one hand on your thigh and while he was driving the two of you sat in comfortable silence. The setting was much too familiar for you to be nervous around him.

"Why did you not even hesitate for a second when I texted you earlier?"

I know I’m the last one You try to call but I always give in To give you it all

"What?", you ask after a moment. You understood what he said, but still.

"I know I hurt you, I mean-" He looked over to you, before turning back to the street.

"I mean, not only physically but also.. emotionally."

Yue.

The images of him being all over her came back flooding to your brain and you just shook your head as if you were trying to get those thoughts out of your mind.

"Can we not talk about that?", you ask and try to smile at him, while you feel his hand squeezing your thigh.

I can’t be your midnight love When your silver is my gold

Megumi stays quiet after that. You sink deeper into the seat and think about the last time you sat here, think about what you said to him.

"Sometimes I feel like you've ruined me forever," you say after a while, staring out of the windshield in front of you. You let your head fall back against the headrest, before turning to look at him.

In this light, I swear I’m blind In this light, I swear you’re mine

"Well, it does sound romantic when you say it like that," Megumi replies after thinking about your words for a little while.

"I still love you, you know that?" He looks at you.

"Yeah, you said that, after kissing me goodbye earlier," you mumble, not taking your eyes off him,

"But why, though? Why do you love me, when you do all this?"

You can see that he thinks about your question for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s probably not quite what you wanted to hear. Rather, you wanted to hear why he hurt you so much, again and again, when he said he loved you.

"'Cause you’re smart. And cruel, in a way, but not really. You’re so beautiful I don’t ever get tired of looking at you."

"Not really smart?", you ask.

"Not really cruel," Megumi says.

You nod and you don’t say anything after that, at least not for little while. Instead, you watch the lights go by as the car pulls off the highway and slows down after another few minutes, eventually coming to a stop and you realize you're in the parking lot in front of Megumis dorm building.

You look over at him, once again.

"You know, it’s funny that you say that," you observe, "it’s funny because that’s something I didn’t really realize until after you broke up with me."

"That you’re the cruel one, and not me."

You swallow and feel his hand leaving your thigh to turn off the car.

"Did you know that I loved you?", you ask, without taking your eyes off of him, "Of course you know that, I’ve told you often enough."

You told him right in this car, a few weeks ago. The exact same thing.

"I’ll probably sound like a broken record but I’m not talking about obsessing over you, or fighting or fucking," you declare and your hands start trembling, "I’m talking about love."

"Did you feel loved by me?" The question rolls of your tongue so easily but the minute you asked, you were afraid of the answer.

"I don’t know." He says, almost to quiet for you to hear him. That’s what you were afraid of.

"I don’t know if I feel anything, really," he adds,

"I just know that I love you. And I haven’t stopped, ever, since the moment I first saw you."

I hope that the right time one day arrives So I’ll be willing to let this die Able to look you right in the eyes Say I’m not your consolation prize

"You wanna stay the night?", he then asks, one hand still on the steering wheel, as if he needs to hold on to something.

"I’d love to," you reply immediately.

***

You hadn't even made it into his dorm room as you were already pressed up against him, the two of you tightly entwined, one of his hands roaming your body while the other one was trying to unlock the door. As soon as you stepped into the building together you'd closed the distance between you, pressed your lips so gently to his, and he didn't stop kissing or touching you since, the way up to the second floor taking longer than expected.

You couldn't even begin to describe how good it was to feel him, to taste him, to smell him, to be pressed up against his body, to feel his breath on your skin as you heard the small pants he released into your mouth.

When Megumi finally manages to open the door, you almost lose your balance and you interrupt the kiss to catch yourself from stumbling. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he was able to catch you, his arms already wrapped around your body anyway. You noticed how content he looked, his eyes never once leaving yours, instead he seemed to get lost in them as he maneuvered you backwards into his apartment.

"What abou—mhmm," you try to ask, but you're quickly interrupted by Megumi pressing his lips to yours again as he closes the door behind you.

"What about Noritoshi?", you try again as he pulls away.

"Hmm?", he asks, and you can almost see the question marks popping up above his head.

Not a second later it dawns on him.

"Ohh, no, he's still out of the country," he says, kicking off his shoes, before locking his lips with yours again.

Right, his roommate's semester abroad, you almost forgot that he’s living alone at the moment.

"Thank God," you murmur against his lips as you slip your hands under his hoodie and t-shirt, pushing them both up and feeling the goosebumps on his skin as you touch him. He grins at your words and you help him out of his clothes, which he tosses carelessly to the side.

Standing with your back to the door, you had already slipped out of your jacket, it had found its place on the floor next to his clothes. Your noses bump together in the heat of the moment as Megumi pulls your shirt over your head, his lips so desperate to find yours again after being separated for a moment.

It causes both of you to giggle.

You look at him in awe, and even though you noticed earlier tonight that he must have lost some weight, he still looked so good. You reach out to him and touch his chest, your fingertips ghosting over his skin, tracing the outline of his abs down his stomach until you hook a finger into the waistband of his jeans, and you manage to open them up with the help of your other hand.

You don't get much further than that, as Megumi presses you up against the door slightly, his hands roaming your body before opening up your bra in a swift motion, tossing it to the side just like he did with your other clothes. His lips were on yours again and he relaxes into the kiss, supporting himself with his left hand next to your face, while his right caressed your waist, squeezing the flesh of your hips and tapping your thigh once, then twice, signaling you to wrap your hands around his neck, so you did. He picked you up with ease, his lips never leaving yours even for a second while your legs wrapped around his waist and he carries you through the room, over to his bed.

Megumi sets you down carefully on the mattress, pulling back for a moment to get rid of his jeans and pulling yours down as well before crawling after you. He hovers over you, supporting himself with both hands next to your face, taking a good look at your body before pressing his mouth to yours and forcing his tongue inside, making you moan against his lips.

His lips trail up your jaw, then down your neck to suck on your sensitive skin. You were lost in thought and the sensation made you flinch for a split second as you were still afraid of any kind of touch to your neck. You did your best not to show it, but of course he noticed.

"'m sorry, baby," Megumi mumbles against your skin, kissing up to the corner of your mouth, while you assure him that everything's alright.

"It’s okay," you breathe, cupping his face with one hand as you look into his eyes. He hesitates for a moment, but you can see a smile tugging at his lips.

"What?", you ask, brushing a black strand of hair out of his face.

"You look so pretty," he sighs. After all, he was the only one that was able to make you blush like that.

"Oh, stop it." You loved it when he talked like this.

"No, I missed your pretty face," he insists.

"Missed those two pretty girls," he continues, as his lips trail down your chest, kissing your soft skin and latching his mouth onto your hardened nipple, while his hand began to play with the other bud. He drew a few soft moans from you, your fingertips grabbing at his messy hair.

After giving some attention to them, he released your already swollen nipple with a lewd pop! to move his lips further down your body, peppering your stomach with kisses, his nose brushing over your skin and the cold air hitting your wet buds sent shivers down your spine.

You couldn’t help but whine as he kissed down the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart with his large hands while his fingertips were digging into you skin, revealing the damp fabric of your panties. As he kissed the wet patch that was already starting to form you had no other response for him than the needy moan that escaped your lips, and when you felt his teeth grazing at the seam of your underwear, you grew impatient.

"'Gumi, please," you whimper, your fingers still buried in his dark hair, now slightly tugging at the ends.

"Missed my pretty pussy," he groans, before pulling your wet panties to the side, making you shiver once again as the cold air met your slick.

"Fuck, you’re so wet for me," Megumi hisses, swiping his thumb over your clit and through your folds, gathering your juices.

"All for me," he muses, looking up at you as you lie there, looking so pretty for him, with flushed cheeks and those lewd moans that you couldn’t stop from escaping your throat.

"Megumi, please," you plead, again, wriggling your hips downwards in his direction, "n-need you, now."

But he ignored your begging, savoured this moment to the fullest while he inspected your pussy, admiring how wet you were just from making out with him.

"Stop being such a fucking tease," you whimper and close your eyes, throwing your head back in a stubborn attempt to grasp a single, clear thought, while your mind was already growing so dizzy with him taking his time.

"Mhm, won’t let me enjoy the view for a moment, huh? So needy already", Megumi groans with a sly grin on his lips. He pulls down your panties in an agonizingly slow motion, keeping them in his hands before coming back up to press a kiss to your lips, which you return hungrily, causing him to chuckle.

He pulls away, while staring deep into your eyes.

"Open your mouth," he orders while you just stare at him through glassy eyes. You’re perplexed for a second, looking at your panties in his hand.

"I said," he coos, lowering himself down to your ear, "open your mouth."

You finally obey, parting your lips and showing your tongue. Without another word he stuffs your dampened panties into your mouth, the sensation of your own taste on your tongue drawing a muffled moan from you.

"Next time think twice before giving me orders," he growls into your ear, his low voice making you rub your thighs together in anticipation. You nod, moaning against the fabric as Megumi returns to his original position, and hooks his arms around your legs. Without another warning he licks a thick stripe along your dripping cunt, swirling his tongue through your wet folds, but never quite hitting your clit. He was still teasing you, not giving you what you wanted just because you acted up.

You let out a desperate moan, even though it’s muffled by the soft fabric stuffed into your mouth. A fat tear rolls down your cheek while you’re squirming beneath him, desperate for some attention on your swollen bud.

His tongue circles your entrance, licking through your folds while he’s eager on not giving your clit too much attention. You whimper and whine, your body trembling underneath him as your hands let go of his hair, moving up your thighs towards your core when you couldn’t wait any longer for him to finally give you what you wanted.

The vibrations of Megumi humming against your slick left you wanting for more, and just as you were about to let your own fingers dive in, giving yourself some kind of release and rubbing at your clit, he grabs both of your wrists with one of his large hands and holds them tightly while he continued to lap at your sweet pussy. You’re left whining and begging, most of your sounds being inaudible, but he could hear how desperate you were.

You almost choke on your own spit as you suddenly feel him sucking hard on your neglected clit, your hips bucking up towards him made him release your wrists from his tight grip. He dug his fingers into the plush of your thighs to force them back open and keep you from suffocating him between your legs, after they clamped down around his head at the unexpected sensation.

Those deep groans he was releasing into your sopping pussy made you even wetter, and it felt like Megumi wanted to drown in you, his tongue pushing in and out of your hole, circling your clit and sucking on it, while you were only able to roll your eyes back and whine in desperation, your moans getting swallowed as your mouth was stuffed full.

You throw your head back again, breathing hard through your nose, while hot tears kept flowing down your cheeks, you couldn’t take it, it was just too much for you.

Megumi glances up at you, watching you squirm and wriggle under his grip, enjoying every second of your struggle, while you felt your core tighten with every swipe of his tongue against your cunt.

"Oh, I really fucking missed this pussy," he growls, with a grin on his lips, while all you could do was moan so desperately in return.

Your body tenses up as he flicks his tongue against your clit, and just when you thought that you were about to lose your mind, he brings a hand up to push a long digit inside of your clenching hole, sliding in a second as a response to your loud moans right after, pumping them in and out of you slowly, and stretching you out as your walls squeeze down on him.

"Hnnngh," you whimper, everything else getting swallowed by your soaked panties. You were so close and he knew that, picking up the pace at which he was pumping his digits in and out of you, curling his fingers into your core, while his tongue was relentlessly drawing circles on your sensitive bud.

"What was that?", he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips, "Speak up."

You whine and squeeze your thighs together, when finally he pulls the fabric out of your mouth, a string of saliva still clinging to it as drool trickles down the corner of your mouth.

"So nasty," he grunts, tossing your panties aside, "you’re close?"

You nod with your eyes closed. "Mhmm," you whine, "’Gonna cum, please, make me cum."

"Fuck, you look so hot," he groans lowly, "gonna cum for me? Go ahead, baby."

"I’ve got you, cum on my tongue."

And just as he pushes a third finger inside you, tongue still relentlessly lapping at your wet folds, you let out a loud cry and your head falls back against the mattress. You can feel your cunt squeezing down against his fingers as your orgasm washes over you and your thighs start to shake as he pulls his fingers out, lazily rubbing your throbbing clit through your high, leaving you shuddering while seeing only stars behind your closed eyes.

It takes a while for you to come down again and you peel your eyes open to see Megumi hovering over your body, admiring the fucked out expression on your face. He kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his lips, a small whimper falling from your mouth in return. You cup his face, almost too weak to reach your arm out for him, while he soothingly brushes his thumb over your cheek.

"Did so, so good for me, baby," he coos, you enjoy his praise, and having his warm body pressed up against you felt so familiar.

You’re too overwhelmed as you watch him pull off his briefs, the sight of his cock making you dizzy once again. It’s not like it’s the first time you see him, but every time he manages to make your mouth water just at the sight of how big he his, so big that you can already feel the sting he would cause while stretching you out.

"Tired?", he asks with a smirk on his face, and without waiting for an answer he grabs you by your hips and pulls you towards him.

"Let me take care of that," he groans, helping you up to place a pillow underneath your hips, "Just relax for me, baby."

Your face was still so hot, and your cheeks still flushed a deep shade of pink. Your head lolls to the side, exhaustion pulling at your heavy eyelids, as Megumi grabs your chin and turns your face towards him.

"Hey, look at me, babygirl," he chuckles, "'Wanna see your pretty face when my dick’s buried deep inside of you."

Megumi wastes no time, smearing pre-cum that leaked from his tip along your still completely soaked cunt, and lining himself up with your entrance. You can’t do anything else than let out a helpless gasp as he presses the head of his dick into you.

"Fuck," he hisses, "'Been thinking about this since the last time I’ve got to fuck you."

He pushes himself in slowly, the stretch of his girth still giving you a stinging sensation, even though his fingers were already trying to prepare you earlier. You can hear your own desperate whines bouncing off the walls of his bedroom, and as he grabs both of your legs to throw them over his shoulder to bottom out completely, a high-pitched moan escapes your throat.

"Fuck, y’feel so good, 'Gumi," you whine, "S-so big, stretching me out so well."

"You’re still so fucking tight," Megumi huffs, kissing your ankles while his hands grab onto your legs for support, "I won’t last long if you’re squeezing me like that, fuck."

All you could hear was the sound of his wet skin, coated in your juices, slapping against your ass, while he pushed into you, increasing his pace with every thrust, fucking you senseless. There was nothing there to muffle the lewd moans that left your lips and you were so fucked out that you didn’t care about his neighbors anymore, you weren’t even able to hold back your sounds.

He hit your cervix a few times in a row, causing you to see stars and desperately search for anything to hold on to. Those whimpers and whines that fell from your lips were in sync with his thrusts, and soon you were nothing but a crying mess beneath him.

"F-fuck, M-megumi," you sob, trying to catch your breath, your fingers digging into the sheets, "S-slow down, it’s too—nnghh."

"Slow down?", a low groan escapes him as he rolls his hips into yours at a steady pace, "already got lost in this pussy, you better hold on tight." You look up at him, your eyebrows drawn together, and you see sweat trickling down his temples.

"Oh god," you moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, while he fills you all the way up with every snap of his hips against yours. You feel like losing your mind for the second time tonight, your walls clenching and throbbing around him, sucking him in so deep that you’re wondering how he’s even able to thrust in and out of you at that pace.

"Shit," Megumi curses, and you’re so close that you nearly cum again with one harsh brush of his pelvis against your swollen clit. He had already fucked you dumb, tears stinging in your eyes and when he leaned down, pushing your legs up to your chest, you knew that he was close too. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him made him falter and he had to support himself by clutching onto the headboard, to not completely crush you while leaning onto your body.

You can feel how your walls tighten around his length and hearing his low, breathy moans against your ear made your second orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Megumi notices how you grab tighter onto the sheets, so he moves the angle of his hips just a bit to hit your sweet spot and it immediately does it’s magic, you’re left sobbing when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

"You gonna cum with me, baby?", Megumi pants and while you’re unable to form any logical sentence, all you’re able to reply is a drawn-out moan as he pushes you over the edge a second time tonight. You feel his thrusts getting sloppier with every stroke while your second high washes over you and then he practically collapses on top of your body. His body is trembling as he releases thick ropes of his load deep into your abused pussy, and you hold him while he curses and whines 'Fuck, you feel so good' and 'Shit, I was so afraid I lost you for good this time'

and also 'I love you so much'.

He almost crushes you with his weight as he leans down and presses his lips to yours, drowning in that afterglow. You're too exhausted to say anything, so you’re just stroking his back soothingly, listening to your heart beating in sync, while you’re coming down from your high.

After a while he slides off you, not without planting another kiss on your temple, and grabs the blanket at the foot of his bed to pull it over you both, his body pressed up against yours behind you, one arm draped over your waist. You both lie in silence for a while, just enjoying each others warmth.

"I didn’t hesitate because I missed you so much I couldn’t even think straight," you mumble, answering the question he asked you in the car earlier.

"The moment you left the room, I knew I wouldn't see you again for a while."

"You do this every time, do you know that?", you swallow when you feel him pulling you in against his chest, "You treat me like shit, then we make up and you say you’ll stay, and then you're gone."

"Y/n…" You hear his raspy voice against your hair.

"No, we have to work on this," you insist and turn around to face him, your hand placed flat against his bare chest, "I don’t wanna lose you." Your voice sounded brittle, almost fragile.

Megumi sits up again, resting his back against the headboard, while you stay in your position, scooting over to him a little bit to lean your head against his side. "I promise you we’ll work this out, y/n." You were naive enough that this was sufficient for you. After all, you had no other choice but to rely on his words.

You climb out of his bed to put on your t-shirt and search for your underwear until you remember what happened to it. How convenient that you left some clothes at his place a while ago, so you go over to his wardrobe to find something suitable. You cringe a little at the sight of the white thong embroidered with the words 'Lucky You'.

You bought it when you were like eighteen and you have to chuckle while putting it on. Well, you weren’t so wrong back then.

Megumi looks up after hearing you giggle and you throw him a pair of grey sweatpants and his black hoodie, which he puts on, but not without taking another look at you.

"Mhmm—guess I am," he rasps, lifting the covers to motion for you to come back to him, "Come here."

You grab your phone and walk over to him, cuddling up to his warm body while turning your phone back on. You wanted to know what time it was, and you remembered turning it off earlier when Maki tried to call you.

Your phone screen turns white before you see your lock screen, a picture of you, Maki and Nobara, and as soon as it gets a signal, several notifications pop up all at once. You had about six missed calls from Maki and Yuta, even Shoko had texted you and right at the bottom of the screen were three messages from Choso.

'Are you with him?'

'Text me if you’re alright'

'I swear to god, y/n, if he hurts you, I’m gon…'

You weren’t fast enough to hide the texts from Megumi.

I can’t be your second best Close but not your favorite I keep going back for more Where there’s nothing from before

#Megumi Fushiguro #Megumi x reader #megumi smut #Jjk smut #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro smut #megumi fushiguro smut #dark megumi #dark megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x you #megumi fic #sh0ek0 #megumi angst

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haunted-headset · 11 months

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I want a Wilbur fanfic..

WITH HIM AND Y/N DANCING ON THIS SONG😭♥️

♪ Love Me Normally ♪

Summary: After a long day at work, Wilbur tries to make you laugh by dancing with you.

A/N: hi guys!! happy November!! hope you guys like this fic :)

tags: @vibestillaxxx@joviepog@ax-y10@themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0 @cathers-world@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

word count: 484

warnings/cw: reader being stressed out, LOADS of pet names, rude customers, & a suggestive sentence (something happened at work), reader cries for like ten seconds, angst if you squint, loads of fluff, swearing

Today had been absolutely horrible.

Every single customer that came into the coffee house that day was rude. They either scolded you for getting their overly complicated drink wrong or they'd condescendingly tell you what a bad worker you were because you were too slow or too bubbly or some other bullshit that they somehow created with their singular brain cells. You also had tried to go to the restroom, but, unfortunately, a drunk couple decided to do the devil's tango in the restroom, so you had to contact your manager & your boss & the police as the couple screamed at you & the other customers complained about their drinks not being ready & you had to use every single muscle in your body to prevent a mental breakdown. To add to all of this, nearly every single car cut you off & one car nearly caused you to get into an accident.

You opened the front door & kicked your shoes off & almost sat down on the couch before you paused & groaned with exhaustion. You still had to cook dinner for you & Wilbur since he was streaming. You trudged over to the kitchen & began to cook dinner. You tried to grab the flour for part of the recipe, but it was on the high shelf & it slipped from your hands & fell on your head & onto the floor, covering your face & the kitchen floor in a white powder.

"SHIT!" you shouted angrily. &, of course, at that moment, your body decided to start leaking tears from your eyes. Great. At that moment, you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist.

"What's happened?" Wilbur whispered in your ear.

You told yourself to only tell him a little bit about your day as to not bother him, but before you knew it, you had explained your awful day in extreme detail to Wilbur as tears ran down your flour-covered cheeks.

Wilbur smiled. "I have an idea. An idea you'll most definitely like. But first, we need to wipe off your face." He grabbed a cloth & wiped your face & then swept the floor. When that was done, he ran to the bedroom & came back with his phone & a mini speaker. Before you knew it, he was playing Love, Me Normally on the speaker & dancing like a maniac. Your laughter mixed with his & created a sweet melody that harmonized with the music as you wrapped your arms around his neck & danced slowly with him as you giggled. When the talking part of the song came on, he dramatically talked along, making gestures with his hand & exaggerated facial expressions. When the song ended, he sat you on the kitchen counter & kissed your cheek.

"Feel any better?" he asked.

You ran your hands through his hair & smiled. "Better than ever."

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lees-chaotic-brain · 5 months

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blond o sonic shimmer trap by the arctic monkeys, geto, any sort you want, curious to see how you interpret the lyrics if you do pick my ask :3

WC: 1.7k

CW: suggestive, reader has female pronouns, reader is a bit unhinged, kinda stalkerish behavior from geto, nothing serious though

Notes: i'll admit i had a bit of trouble with this one, but i also had a lot of fun and liked how it turned out!! thanks for sending this in nonnie!! but let me know what you think of how i interpreted the lyrics!!

listen to this while reading

taglist: @arlerts-angel @ponderingmoonlight (lmk if you want to be added to the event taglist!)

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The first time he saw you you were dancing. The sparkling of your black dress had caught his attention, drawing his eyes past the flashing strobe lights and crowd of writhing bodies straight towards you. It was almost like you were calling out to him, telling him to watch.

And so he did. He watched as you twirled and swayed and moved with the music, dancing with wild abandon. Your dancing wasn’t particularly skilled, but there was something so raw, so real, about the way you moved. Something that compelled the viewer to want to get to know you.

Black as a beacon

In a river of shimmering fog

But Geto Suguru was not known for his forwardness when it came to interacting with women, particularly pretty women. So week after week he returned to watch you dance, always from a distance, never approaching you. In that time, he was only able to learn three things about you.

One: you were always wearing what he came to identify as your signature red lipstick. It was a unique shade, equal parts dark and bright that drew attention to the shape of your mouth. And he paid a lot of attention to your mouth.

Fighting back his intrusive thoughts and vivid imagination he watched your mouth move as you sang along to songs. He watched the way your lips parted when you threw your head back, exposing the long column of your throat when you were fully immersed in a song. He always watched you, entranced by your spirit.

Two: you went to the club to dance every Friday night. It took him a little while to figure that out, but once he did he made sure he was always free on Friday.

And finally, three: you were always alone. In the months he had spent watching you, he had never seen someone with you. You arrived alone, and you left alone. You didn’t seem like someone who would be hard pressed for friends, so this oddity only served to pique his interest more.

She was hard to ignore

Yes she was

He didn’t realize how much he had come to depend on his weekly sightings of you until you stopped showing up. For four weeks straight there was no sign of you, and it was unnerving. He immediately jumped to worst case scenarios and feared he would never see you again.

As soon as that thought entered his head, he immediately regretted not approaching you sooner. God he was such an idiot. He should have gotten to know you when he still had the chance, when you still showed up every week, instead of being such a goddamn coward. He promised himself that if he ever did see you again, he wouldn’t let his anxiety get the better of him. Next time he saw you he would say something.

So when he walked in the fifth week of you not being there and spotted you, he made a beeline straight towards where you were dancing, not allowing himself a chance to second-guess himself.

“Excuse me!” He has to shout to get your attention, and he taps you on the shoulder for good measure. You turn, and his breath catches in his chest when your eyes finally meet his. “U-uh hi.”

You squint at him, then your eyes light up in recognition. “It’s you!! Stalker guy! Finally grew some balls and approached me, huh?”

Stalker guy?!? You think he’s been stalking you? Well, technically he was, but he wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything. He just found you intriguing. He opens his mouth to say as much, but you cut him off with a laugh.

“Oh my god, the look on your face!!” You wheeze, folding over with the force of your mirth. Straightening you wipe a tear away and catch your breath. “Don’t worry. I didn’t think you were creepy or anything.”

You lean in, so close he can feel your breath hitting the shell of his ear, causing a full body shudder to run through him. “In fact, I was a little flattered that a man as attractive as you would go out of their way to watch little ol’ me.”

“Come outside with me.” He blurts before he can stop the words from leaving his mouth. Surprised, you jerk back a bit and peer into his face and he can tell your guard was up. “Why…?”

Realizing how it sounded, he immediately backtracked. “No no, I just mean I want to talk! To get to know you. I’ve regretted not getting your number for the last couple of weeks and you seem really interesting and I’m so sorry that is not how I meant it-”

“Okay.” Your simple reply cuts through his flustered rambling. “I’d like to get to know you too.”

And as you take his hand and lead him outside, a thrill runs through him, and he can’t help but wonder if every second with you was going to be this entertaining.

Well, time tastes bland

When she's not around

Stepping out into the cool night air, the two of you stand there for a moment taking in the refreshing feel of the breeze.

“So.” You glance over your shoulder at him. “I don’t know what you had in mind, but I’m in the mood for a drive. What do you say? I didn’t drink and my car is right over there.” You gesture towards the left, in the direction of a volkswagen beetle.

“Sure. Sounds good to me.” He smiles at you. He always takes a taxi to the club in case he has a drink, so it’s not like there’s anything keeping him there. “Shall we?”

You grin at him and skip off to your car. His heart skips a beat, and all he can think about is what he has to do to make you grin like that again. He could look at your smile all day. However, his internal simping was cut off by you yelling.

“Motherfucker!” You’re staring at the side of your car, then turn your furious gaze on the Cadillac parked haphazardly next to you. Hurrying over, he looks at what you’re looking at and understands why you’re upset. The car next to you had left a long scratch on the driver’s side of your car when pulling in, and instead of leaving their information, they had left a post-it. A post-it with a cheeky ‘sorry’ scrawled across it hastily.

“Sorry??!” You growl, rage radiating off you. “If you were sorry you would fucking pay for it!!!”

And before he can intervene, you let out a cry of rage and rip the side mirror of the offending car. For a moment all is silent and the two of you just stare at the mirror in your hands. You, with perplexed satisfaction, and him with shock.

Eventually you break the stunned silence. “Well, the asshole had it coming.” His eyes snap up to meet yours and the two of you dissolve into hysterical laughter.

Yep. Things were never boring when you were around.

And she snapped

Wing mirrors off of Cadillacs

The particularly pretty ones

He can tell you’re up to something when a flash of mischief crosses your face and you unlock your car. He watches with anticipation as you fish your tube of lipstick, a sticky note, and a ballpoint pen out of your glove compartment.

Quickly, you reapply your lipstick and kiss the mirror, leaving an imprint of your lips on it before balancing it on the windshield of the Cadillac. Then you spin around and write something on the sticky note, not letting him see what it says before slapping it on the car next to the mirror and getting into your own car. Gesturing for him to get in the passenger seat, you wait until he’s in and buckled before peeling out of the lot.

You glance over at him, and as soon as you make eye contact the two of you are howling with laughter again. Once he calmed down enough to speak, he asked what you wrote on the post it note between gasping peals of laughter.

“Oh, that?” You smirk. “So sorry about your car!! I didn’t want to have to bend down to reapply my lipstick.”

“No you didn’t.” You look at him solemnly. “I did.”

The two of you were sent into yet another fit of laughter, the sound ringing out from your car, filling the cool night air with your joy.

And that

Meant she never had to strain her back

When she was putting her lippy on

While that night had been the first you spent hanging out and driving around aimlessly, it certainly wasn’t the last. There was something addictive about you, from the way you simply didn’t care what others thought, to the sound of your laugh. God, he could spend the rest of his life listening to your laugh.

Throughout the course of the many nights spent causing mischief and laughing he got to see the different sides of you. Sure, he was first interested in you because of how carefree and wild you were, but as he got to know you better, he realized that that was but one facet of your incredibly complex personality.

You could be mischievous and wild and carefree, sure, but you were also immensely kind, as well as insanely smart and you had a melancholy side at times. But your complexity only added to his growing feelings towards you.

While it was your wild side that ensnared him at first, it was you as a complicated and messy whole that made him fall in love. And he couldn’t have been happier that you trapped his heart at first sight because if you hadn’t he wouldn’t have met the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

She floats like a niccy rush but she stings like a B-flat

The Blond-o-Sonic Shimmer Trap

#lee's brain writes #lee's brain writes: requests #lee's song fic event #geto x reader #suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x you #suguru x you #geto x female reader #jjk x reader #jjk x female reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fanfiction #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #geto suguru fanfiction #geto suguru fluff

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yuukei-yikes · 1 year

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hope you dont mind me asking this but since you seem very knowledgeable about the fandom and all i thought it was suitable

why is there so much ship content between sato kido and kano?? are they not adoptive siblings?? theres even some in semi canon (i think) contents like in anthologies too,, i mean not surprised it exists since weird people are in every fandom but its talked so casually here

with momo and hibiya too actually! because of the huge age gap you would think it wouldn't be such a casual ship but it somehow is?? as far as i seen anyways

oh man lollll nah i dont mind. fair question and it's much better to have an answer to this

im putting it under the cut bc it turned out kinda long and into a rant, and also to warn i mention the themes suggested in the ask (incest, age gaps)

basically it's no secret that in japanese media, incest and age gaps are widely normalized even today so just imagine in 2013 when kagepro was at its peak.

back then, kido and kano specifically were a WIDELY popular ship. here's the thing with the weird kano and kido (and seto too but mainly kano and kido) shipping, aside from what i said abt normalized incest and shit. kano and kido (and seto) being siblings is actually... sort of a spoiler? it's not revealed early on.

kano and kido are presented as 2 kids the same age living together and having different names. and they purposefully stop acting like siblings. SO it doesnt register until you get into their backstories. they're both adopted into the same family when theyre like... 7 or 8, and were friends before becoming siblings so people were able to use this excuse: "OHHH THEYRE MORE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS"

but like..... they live together as siblings for YEARS and to be honest im sure 99% of people watch the song mvs FIRST which u can binge in 1 afternoon and if ur watching with any sort of actual interest and attention, you WILL see kano and kido as part of the tateyama family in ayano's theory of happiness. not to mention the anime came out in 2014 which im also sure 99% of kagepro fans have seen. so to me that was always an excuse if it came from a very dedicated fan though i do understand it if it's from a casual enjoyer, like they truly didn't catch that they're siblings

when i joined the fandom i was 13, didnt know eng or japanese, and thought mekatrio childhood friends made total sense for some good 6 months into the fandom until I realised properly. a few months ago, i discovered a very close friend of mine had a kagepro phase in 2014 or something and told me he really shipped kano and kido and when i told him they're siblings he was like WHAT!!!!!!!

and another thing abt kano and kido. they're indubitably the queerest characters. THEY LOOK THE FUCKING GAYEST. there is Something abt pushing the gay characters together?? kido is constantly mistaked for a guy. kano the poor thing had ANOTHER popular ship going for him with ayano because people decided he is that way to shintaro because he actually had a crush on ayano. yeah. this was the fucking consensus with kano, shintaro and ayano. like i mentioned i DONT KNOW japanese and only ever read the translations of the novels and i also dont Know what jin was thinking when writing kano and shintaro. But. dear lord it reads fucking homosexual my dude. jin does this by accident a lot though. look at kido and momo. momo calling kido beautiful 1000 times but she's like Well as a woman i am jealous i wish i was that pretty. bruuuh ok anyways moving on Ill GET to jin again in a second.

like you said, semi official stuff like the anthologies are very heavy on this ship and also.... sorry, the manga which is an official media. is Heavily into this ship. for jin's stance on it, i am not sure. i do think he laughs it off but he NEVER intended to write them that way. in the seventh novel theres a whole bit where kido's telling kano you shouldve never hidden this from me im your sister we are family. even shintaro who is the pov ur reading from is like wow what a nice brother and sister AND THATS THE SECOND TO LAST NOVEL WHICH BY THEN THE SHIP WAS SUPER POPULAR SO TO ME THAT WAS JIN'S WAY OF REMINDING EVERYONE THEYRE SIBLINGS. personally i think jin truthfully intended to write kano and kido as siblings but doesnt care people ship them otherwise he wouldnt have had the manga written by someone who shipped them

so basically what happened. kagepro was confusing and people sometimes missed they are siblings. in japanese media its super normalized. it is 2013 so here it is also normalized in fandom spaces. fanart ensues, even official or semi official content teases it, and yeah. boom its popular

another big part of it was, EVERYONE GETS A PARTNER!!!! kagepro content has A LOT of Shipping Pieces if that makes sense. idk what to call it but like god, pixiv entries with 1 shinaya, 1 harutaka, 1 setomary.... and 1 hibiya and momo and 1 kano and kido. god awful. if any golden year kagepro fans follow me they will KNOW what im talking about.

now that i mentioned it. hibiya and momo. ough. idk man. people were properly weird with this one. because with kano and kido they at least made up a damn excuse. with hibiya and momo there was nothing. but the thing is, jin is entirely to blame here. absolutely fucking disgusting bro. unlike with kano and kido, with hibiya and momo he actively wrote it. in the third novel their chapters together or any of hibiya's chapters are actual fucking torture to read. i wont go into details if u havent read it but like there are Reasons i never recommend kagepro to people.

its good to give jin proper respect he IS the creator of my favorite characters ever in the whole wide world and the writer of the story that makes me the happiest ever in the history of life. but. that doesn't mean i dont hold him accountable for being weird as hell in his writing because he absolutely is

back in the early days of this blog i had my very own Gets Send Deaths Threats arc by some people who shipped these guys or people who were mad i criticized jin (i always suspected it was like. the same 1 or 2 people. with a lot of time in their hands) soooo honestly answering this activated my fight of flight a little bit but tbh i havent seen Any content here on tumblr (i do have everything blacklisted to hell and back) or gotten ANY rude messages here in years, so i think we're good👍

hope this was helpful and i hope ur not grossed out of kagepro though I'd understand. u kinda need a strong stomach not only for its themes but sadly kagepro does the gross anime thing animes do :(

#ask tag #kagexplain #feel free to ask me to tag this any specific way. i dont rly know how to tag it

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ewyaschild · 2 years

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🤍 THE SISTER SCANDAL 🤍

a/n: i have nothing to say. read it or don't. miss out. and bitch do you think this is beta read? LMAOAOAOAOA

warnings: suggestive 😘 naughty jeffry 😩 and out of character everyone

a shadow appeared overhead as a private jet flew over the reef. the arrival horn bellowed throughout the town and many gathered to see this human-like technology.

as the jet landed, the chief of the metkayina, tonowari, approached the jet with caution.

"a demon ship!" "they've came for us!" scared civilians shouted. "my people. don't be afraid; this ship does not pose any threat. fall back." tonowari calmly stated.

"WHAT'S UP YALL!" a zesty voice shouted from the demon ship. "guys we just landed in pandora and the reef people have me GAGGED. look at their muscles! WIG!!!!" a short (compared to their 10 foot asses) blonde tatted man strutted on an invisible runway with a man in black holding a camera, filming him. "what business do you have placing that chunk of metal on my land!" the tsahik, ronal hissed.

"OOP! don't be upset mama, i'm just here to document my vacation on ur beautiful island purrr." the twink looked her up and down, with a cheeky smile. "and YOU big daddy 😘 must be the chief! will you let me stay? i've flown all the way here and i am completely jet lagged." blondie bitch rubbed tonowari's muscular arms and blinked up at the chief with puppy dog eyes.

2 Months Later

getting from pandora to earth was pretty rocky so jeffery decided to stay and try to live amongst the reef people. he had to retire his lace frontal since the salt water kept washing it away, but tonowari still thought he was beautiful, even bald. he'd never admit that to ronal though.

jeffery and tonowari get along well, the whole clan learned to love jeffery although he was a demon. he became admirable, sitting in the middle of a circle of children telling them all they need to know about birkins and mikaylas false eyelash scandal.

one night tonowari sneaks out his hammock and down the shoreline, where he finds jeffery. at their usual spot. "hey baby boy." the na'vi smirks. "hi big daddy". jeffery responds while tonowari lays down next to him. "we need to talk." "oh no. we do? i'm shook. we've been healthy!" tonowari sighs at his response. "baby it's not that. i don't know if i can keep sneaking out of my hammock to come meet you. my kids are getting suspicious."

"fuck them kids baby breed me instead 😩" jeffery moans. "jeffy im serious. it's hurting me" jeffery lays his head on tonowaris man tits and strokes his abs lovingly. "i know. break the news to your wife, tell her you want to be with me. or don't, i'm open to threesomes." "i'll suggest it. thank you my little scooby do DOOP."

they fall asleep at the shoreline, snoring a beautiful song.

a/n 2: i couldn't fucking do that to myself anymore i had to end it there. for context, i had a dream tonowari and jeffery star bands together and kidnapped me. that sparked this monstrosity! if u read this all the way thru ur amazing.

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whereireid · 2 years

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Hear me out childhood best friends with Eddie Munson and he gets jealous that your going on a date with some random person and all before your done getting ready this man confesses his feelings kisses you and leaves you’re with a pretty little mark (not so little) so your date knows your taken . Also this man would 100% answer the door and tell your date you can’t make it cause your busy 🕺🏻

Marked [Eddie Munson]

warnings ; nsfw themes, hickeys, implied sex, eddie being slightly rough, steve being a lil upset >.<

summary: your best friend since childhood, eddie munson, has been hiding a secret from you

quick a/n: req open! also thank u anon 4 the suggestion 💞

It can be a slight inconvenience, being such good friends with Eddie Munson. A large amount of the clothes you own reside at his trailer, and it isn’t exactly great in times of crisis - times of crisis such as going on a date with Steve Harrington, arguably one of the most attractive guys in Hawkins. You aren’t sure exactly how you caught his eye - maybe its the fact you’re exceptionally nice to Henderson - but nonetheless, the fact Steve Harrington wanted to take you out made your heart beam with excitement.

Unsure of what to wear, you stand in the middle of Eddie’s trailer. You had phoned Steve and told him there would have to be a slight change of plans; he would have to pick you up from Eddie’s residency rather than yours. He didn’t seem to mind, and asked if you needed some extra time to get ready. You had said yes, and Steve had told you he’d be coming to pick you up in twenty minutes.

“This is so difficult,” you groan, throwing your hands at your side. From the couch, Eddie watches you, a slightly amused smirk on his lips; legs spread comfortably, watching you struggle. “How am I supposed to look good enough for Steve Harrington?”

The name makes Eddie’s fists clench, and he tries to hold back any annoyance which may slip into his tone. “You’d look good in anything. Hell, you look good in what you’re wearing now.”

“What, my Hellfire Club shirt and these jeans?” You like down at your trousers, which are somewhat ripped and scratched open behind repair. “Yeah; no thanks, Eds. Gotta be good. Maybe I need to wear a dress or somethin’.”

Eddie watches as you rummage through the pile of clothes on the floor. He knows that somewhere in the pile there is a dress, but he doesn’t want to see you go out in it. His face flushes red at the thought. He remembers the dress, and you in it, like it was yesterday. Red, lacy, short. He remembers how you asked him if it looked good, if it would turn a couple of heads. He had said yes, but then followed it up with the fact it wasn’t exactly appropriate to wear it to school and that you’d get dress coded after you had brought it and thrown away the receipt. He prays that you will not find that dress in the pile, despite the fact he’s very aware that the dress is probably in the pile. It’s not left his trailer. You’ve never had an occasion good enough to wear it.

In all honesty, Eddie isn’t sure why he feels this way about you. When the feelings first came to light, he felt embarrassed; worried, like he had betrayed your friendship and everything it stood for. So Eddie shunned his feelings away, despite the lingering glances he gave you or the many songs he had written about you. You weren’t to know, and he refuses let you know, so why does he feel so sick at the thought of you going out with somebody else?

It’s like Eddie’s worst nightmare is coming true. You’re standing in his living room, getting ready to go on a date with someone else. That someone else being Steve Harrington. The King of Hawkins. The thought of it makes him feel physically nauseous, and he tries to hide the scowl on his face as you hold the dress up to your body.

“You’re gonna wear that dress?” Eddie asks, raising his brow. “For Steve Harrington?”

“What is your problem with Steve?” you laugh, examining the dress. “I think this’ll do just fine.”

Eddie can’t help the pang of jealousy that pulls at his heart as you begin to undress in front of him. He’s seen you in your underwear many times before - courtesy of him being your best friend and all - and each time it leaves him in awe. You’re perfect; you make his heart race, and if only he could get the courage to actually tell you that, maybe you’d be dressing up for him rather than Steve-fucking-Harrington. The thought of you sitting next to Steve with the dress riding up your thighs as the two of you watch a movie makes him scowl to himself.

Slipping the dress over your head, you try to ignore Eddie’s eyes on you. You shuffle around, trying to get more comfortable in your attire. The lace is slightly annoying, but after a few readjustments you can barely feel it anymore. “Do I look good, Eddie?” there’s a teasing tone in your voice as you turn to face him. “Up to your standards?”

It’s like his breath has been knocked out of his lungs. The dress fits you perfectly - too perfectly. It hugs your curves, your waist, is loose on the front but tight on your chest, and he can’t help the wolf whistle that leaves him.

“You’re always up to my standards, y/n. I think you should gimmie a spin,” he tells you, standing up and edging towards you. When you laugh in response, Eddie raises his eyebrows. His eyes stare into yours, and you’re suddenly aware of how close the both of you are to one another. “‘M serious. Gimmie a spin.”

Face flushing red, you spin around, the dress flowing at your thighs. Eddie watches in awe; and when you’re facing him again, he rests his hand on your cheek. He’s so beautiful, you admit to yourself. Long lashes, sharp cheekbones, plump lips. His eyes, such a peculiar shade of brown, hold a loving look in them, and you can’t help the goosebumps that chase up your spine. He smells intoxicating, like pine and cigarettes and cheap cologne and magazines and everything good in the world and it makes your thoughts race a hundred miles an hour.

“You look… well, you look breathtaking,” he flicks you a grin, and his eyes never leave your body. “Too good for Harrington. You need someone who’ll actually treat you right.”

A soft giggle leaves your lips. Eddie’s hands reside on your hips and you can’t help the fluttering of your heart at his closeness. “Harrington’s nice,” you murmur. “He’ll know how to treat me like the lady I am.”

“Lady?” Eddie laughs. “You’re not modest enough to be a lady, sweetheart.” His voice drops an octave and it’s so low it sounds like a grumble. His tone is teasing, low, desperate. You shiver at the closeness of him.

You can’t help the mewl that leaves your mouth as his lips brush against your ear. Your heart races in your chest, wondering what Eddie’s next move will be. He’s so close, he’s practically suffocating you, and you’re drowning in his smell. He’s intoxicating. “Harrington wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you.” His grip on your hips tightens, and he places a gentle kiss against your ear.

“If Harrington can’t handle me, then I don’t think anyone can.” Your voice is low, a whisper, and you look at Eddie with your doe-eyes and he feels his cock harden in his jeans.

God, he needs you, and he’s gonna show you just how much.

“You see, sweetheart, I disagree.” You don’t realise he’s moving you until you’re pressed up against one of his living room walls. You whimper at the close proximity, and stare up at Eddie, your best friend, whose face has twisted into something so unfamiliar it makes heat rush to your core. He looks so infatuated with you, it makes your stomach explode with butterflies. “I think I know just the guy who knows how to put up with you. All of your moods, all of your problems.”

“Yeah?” you whisper, a lump seemingly stuck in your throat. “And whose that, Eds?”

“‘S me. You’re mine, sweetheart.” Eddie tells you, and his voice is so low it makes your knees weaken. He’s so close to you, and he smells so good - like pine and cigarettes and cologne. “You’ve always been mine. Ever since we were kids, haven’t you?”

It’s like he’s forced you into submission. Like he’s taken out some pieces of you and put them back together correctly. It’s always been Eddie. Nobody could come close to him. Eddie’s hands grab your cheeks and your face burns a deep shade of red. “I’m yours, Eddie,” you murmur in response, your voice weak. “Always have been. Always will be.”

Eddie laughs dryly. “Always been mine and yet you’re gonna go out with Harrington, wearing this,” he gestures to your dress. When you try to interrupt him, he shushes you. “Don’t worry, baby. You can wear what you like. But I’m gonna show Harrington that you’re mine.”

Before you can ask him how, he dips his head into the base of your neck and begins to plant soft, sloppy kisses to it. You buck your hips into his softly, and he groans into your neck. He’s waited for this for years. He’s been pining for fucking years. His teeth dig into the skin of your neck and you whimper softly. He sucks and laps at your neck, biting down hard enough to break skin, and when the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth, he moans. The sound of it makes goosebumps run down your arms, and your heart races. Your hands find their way into the curls of his hair, and you grip them, tight, and he bites down on your neck again in response. A yelp of pain escapes you, and he sucks and kisses and licks your neck again, before he pulls away.

Eddie’s lips are red with what you assume are tiny droplets of your blood, and he brushes his thumb over the mark he’s left, smiling to himself. “Now everybody’s gonna know you’re mine, baby,” he says, staring down at you. “It looks good. Suits ya. Does it hurt?”

“Not too bad.”

You gaze into Eddie’s eyes, and lean into him. His lips meet yours, and your stomach flutters in response. He fits against you perfectly, and you wonder why it took you so long to admit your true feelings. Eddie wonders the same.

The sound of a car horn interrupts the two of you, and your face flushes red at the realisation. In the moments where his lips were pressing hungrily against your neck you had completely forgotten about Steve. Both of you go silent, and you stare at one another. Eddie laughs slightly, and when he hears a knock at his trailer door, he raises a brow.

Before you can stop him, Eddie’s at the door. You trail behind him, standing like a deer in headlights when he opens the door. Steve stares at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing. “Hey, are you almost ready?” he asks. “You’re a few minutes late.”

“Oh yeah, she’s not going out tonight,” Eddie announces, talking for you. “She’s gonna be a little busy.”

Steve furrows his eyebrows. “She said she was free tonight. What- what’s she busy doing?”

Sighing heavily, Eddie grabs your wrist and begins to shut his trailer door. “Me,” he tells Steve, before shutting it completely.

Your eyes trail up to Eddie’s face, feeling bad for the boy on the opposite side of the door, but Eddie seems to have no issue with it. He smirks down at you, his curls falling over his eyes slightly as he rests his his thumb on your chin.

“So, are we gonna continue where we left off?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #steve harrington #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things volume 4

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loverforstrangerthingsfics · 2 years

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The stages of dating ...... eddie munson[This is long]

[ I just think the song matches the vibe so I suggest listening ]

The meeting

:you had met eddie through the party because you were just like eleven but older and you understood the world more than her

:you had the same story plot as el because you escaped together

: you guys together were unstoppable so while you stay in Hawkins while the byers were in California you stayed with the wheelers

:befor you meet eddie you had a crush on Steve so it took a while for him to peek your liking

:people thought dnd was weird and you were one of the people

:so when most of the party met him you met him to

:so when lucas was busy with basketball mike ran to you so you can fill in

:[Mike out of breath] ed-eddie I found your sub for dnd

:"sup I'm y/n .... let's cut to the chase you obviously need me sooo in return I want my homework done for the rest of the week by you munson because I am supposed to be with nacy right know stuffing my face and binge watching horror movies so do I have my self a deal"?

Eddie:every day beside friday I have stuff to do

Yn: so deal ?

Him:.....deal

:it only took you a few minutes to learn because you scammed through your powers and got any information about dnd there is

:and ofcorse you won the game and that impressed him

The asking out

:he was formal ,came to you because you were friends so he wasn't so scared to ask you out

:so eddie asked you at lunch

"So y/n what about you and me Sunday at the movies "

Y/n:eddie who the fuck goes out on Sunday that's me day how about this Friday?

"Of course babe"

"Were not there yet munson "

:the date went great you both ate till you couldn't and laughed at the stupid movie that played

The dating

:hanging out in his trailer

: playing dnd together

:stealing his clothes

:getting a hell fire shirt

:you got to spend more time with Dustin and the boys and you got more closer to Erica

:using your powers for easy stuff

"Ed's I just read there mind and there definitely talking about us"

"Those ass holes"

:binge eating

:being lazy

:going to school and rocking your grades [with cheating of course]

:random drives at night and I love yous

:doing everything together

:him teaching you how to play guitar

:modeling for eachother

:showing him your powers

:random singing matches

:making mistakes for eachother

:laughing at each other

:being confident within eachother

Pictures and videos of you guys

You telling him his hair isn't all that

You being drunk at 2 in the morning and saying this

Playing a game of dnd

You after using your powers [Imagine your race and gender]

Id like to add one more stage .... grief

:you always thought why not you why did I not use my powers to save him then you realize el , Mike, hopper, max, Lucas, all of them... they all need you alive well.. you needed your eddie alive you were not even living when he dead

:the guilt took over you, you changed you weren't the same withought him

:you did the best you could for him trying to live life the way he would

:people say sooner or later it gets better it didn't kinda

:but your family and the people around you made life worth living again

:you would visit his grave and play the guitar for him

:you would tell him all the good and bad news

"Yeah and then they walked away like nothing happened "

: u tried to move on really

:but you did move on ... to steve

: you always felt bad like you shouldn't move on but then you would remember

A month ago...

"Hey y/n what would happen if you passed like would you want me to move on "

I think it depends..... on the person and how much you loved them I would want you to because you deserve happiness like I do so yes I would want you to because I would never want to see you hurt and not happy I'm not saying you have to or need to but you would know when the time is right

"Yeah I guess so y/n I would want you to move on to and if you do I hope they treat you good you deserve happiness so I would want you to move on "

And that's why I love you

"Come here gimme a kiss "

End of flashback

:know you remember why you loved

The " freak" eddie munson

"All my tears have been used up......... on another love "

And that is the start of the stages series

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mingyuluvr · 3 years

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bf!svt reaction to s/o still sleeping with a stuffed animal!

gn! no warnings, all 13 members. not requested!

seungcheol

★ he would fall even more in love with u

★ just when he thought u couldn’t get any cuter :(

★ he saw u curled up on the bed one night after coming home, surprised to see u at the dorms & he noticed ur plush in ur hand & immediately started cooing at u & sitting next to u & rubs ur head :(((

★ he promises to forever love u & ur plush forever

jeonghan

★ he loves it???

★ but will for sure make fun of u for it (in a teasing way, if course.)

★ will always make sure you’ve brought it with you when going on trips or just staying at the dorms with him :]

jisoo

★ he suddenly fell more in love with you???? (if that is even possible?)

★ finds SO DAMN ADORABLE !!

★ will literally gush over you.

★ will buy you a stuffie to keep at the dorm!! and will 110% get a matching one for himself

junhui

★ would ask you so many questions about it when he saw it for the first time

★ would want one too, so when he’s away on tour he has something that reminds him of u :(

★ you got 10x more adorable to him

soonyoung

★ is definitely jealous of it

★ will take it from you & hide it somewhere

★ “why do u have that >:( i’m right here!!”

★ but in all seriousness, he will give it back if he knows you truly need it or you’re attached to it

wonwoo

★ surprised the first time he came over to see your stuffed animal(s) on your bed

★ would also ask about them, like if you got them as a child, where you had gotten them, if they had significant meaning to you, what their names are.

★ would be so sweet about it :( & would 110% be okay with it!! he loved that you had something to help you sleep at night !!

jihoon

★ tbh wouldnt even think much about it

★ he’d be glad when you told him it helps you sleep when hes away or in the studio for really long tho

★ would find it really cute when you come to visit him at the studio with your stuffed animal

seokmin

★ HE WOULD GET SO EXCITED !!!

★ you are now the most adorable thing in the whole wide world. & he now has a picture of you cuddling your stuffed animal as his lock AND home screen !!

★ he will hold you and your stuffed animal so tight :(

★ would sing you both songs !!!

mingyu

★ would coo at you so hard

★ when you walked out of his bedroom after placing your bag in there & changing into your pj’s, carrying your stuffed animal with you to the living room where he was he just pouted so hard.

★ he’s gonna kiss u all over.

★ will also insist on getting matching stuffed animals with you, you have no choice now.

minghao

★ he (not so) secretly talks to your stuffie, telling them to take good care of you when he’s away, telling them to help you sleep :(

★ he would 110% pet it mindlessly when talking to you, it’s just sitting on his lap,, & ur like “minghao that’s mine :((” but he won’t give to you, he’s gonna tease you by hugging it & saying “i see why it’s replaced me now”

★ has 1352600 pictures of you & your stuffed animal saved on his phone

seungkwan

★ you let it slip one time that you sleep with stuffed animals and you have yet to live it down

★ yet you also ended up with more stuffed animals than room on your bed

★ so in your case, a little teasing is tolerable when you get new stuffies every time seungkwan comes back from tour

hansol

★ his heart exploded. he wasn’t ready.

★ finds you SO ADORABLE!!! when you silently follow him around the dorm with your hand attached to his shirt & while you hold your stuffie & just pout :(

★ always reminds you to pack it before you go anywhere overnight !!!

★ gives you & your stuffie a kiss goodnight :]

chan

★ he’s a little jealous not gonna lie

★ but he’s gotten used to it!!

★ falls more in love with you as you excitedly tell him and show him all the stuffies you own :(

★ has the brightest smile on his face when you reach for him with 1 hand, the other closely holding your stuffie to your body

ocean’s notes !! : dont forget to reblog & leave comments/suggestions if you enjoyed!! & pls pls pls feel free to leave asks!! i would love to hear what you guys would like to see more from me ^^ SMOOCH!! xoxo, ocean<3

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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Fix You - Chapter 11: White Knuckle Grip

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Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Summary: You and Frankie settle into your love and your trust in each other is tested

Word Count: 11K

Rating: Explicit, 18+, GRAPEFRUIT

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Chapter Warnings: legal age difference (10-15 years), rough sex, Dark!Frankie, oral (m&f) rec, PiV, moderate bondage, moderate terms of degradation, face fucking, use of toys, vest appreciation, sexualization of military shit, spanking, overstimulation, cumplay, creampie, deep-throating, first time squirting.

*I’m going to be really honest with you guys this is straight up FILTH and it goes a rough and dark, so if Dave York style shit isn’t your jam, I would skip the entire 8th section (or second to last)! No hard feelings!

A/N: Hello!!!! I am back from kitten duty and here to present you with this much anticipated chapter! I really wanted to make this worth the wait so I hope I delivered! In the time away I have learned that I cannot foster kittens without keeping them all. My house is chaos (also I am more than happy to supply pics if you ever want them). ANYWAYS. I want to thank everyone that continues to read this story and leave me sweet little notes, I love you for them and they really help brighten a dark day. No beta, we live and die like Oberyn Martell.

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“Alright,” You declare, dramatically opening the map in the air in front of you, smacking it lightly to smooth out the creases. “What first?”

“LOBSTER!” Gabi trills, bouncing in her dad’s arms clapping her hands.

“Gabi, baby, this is a land zoo, not an ocean zoo.” Frankie sighs in mock annoyance, but you and Gabi can see the smile creeping across his lips.

“MMmm.” She gurgles, shoving her fingers in her mouth to suckle while she works out what she might be able to see. She gasps suddenly, her wet fingers grasping the curls flipping out of the sides of his hat as she all but screams in his face. “DADDY. DOGGY!”

Frankie adjusts his head around Gabi’s to look at you. “They got any wolves here? Foxes?”

“Are you telling me you’ve never been to this zoo before?”

“No I have - ouch- baby girl, what did I tell you about pulling my hair? You’re gonna make me bald, bonita. Don’t make me put you back in your stroller.” You laugh as he takes her hands and unwinds them from his soft curls before continuing. “I have, I just can’t remember. I don’t think we saw everything last time.”

You nod, moving off to the side of the walkway to get out of the way of other visitors while you plan out your route. “No wolves, but they have coyotes. Over here to the left in Wild Florida. Then we can circle around and catch the Africa section for your elephants, Frankie, which has many of the big cats for me. Then we can grab lunch, breeze through Australia and Asia, hit the train, maybe the G-I-F-T shop, and head out! Sound good?” You look up expectantly, Frankie staring at you mouth ajar, eyebrows arched. “What?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing. Just…impressed. You’d be a good strategist. Last time we came here with Benny it was a mad disorganized dash back and forth all over the park until I was too worn out to keep going.”

You smile, picturing it in your head exactly, Benny darting from one exhibit at the front, running to the end of the park for another, then realizing he missed something and running back to the front. Sounds about right.

Destination set, the three of you head into the Wild Florida section, pausing to look at several animals native to the area, taking more than twenty minutes to look at the alligator exhibit.

You’re gripping the wooden rail of the gazebo, Gabi safe in your arms and standing on the top so she can see. A line of at least thirteen alligators are piled up on the water’s edge, some on top of each other, some with mouths open, all enjoying the beautiful sunny afternoon. You feel as if you have never known such peace as they are experiencing. You feel Frankie’s arms wrap around your waist lightly, his lips pressing into the back of your neck before he pulls to whisper in your ear. “See? They’re cool.”

You nod, pulling Gabi back more against your chest as one of the larger reptiles struggles to get up and sluggishly makes its way into the water with a splash. It heads right to a little fountain in the middle of the water area, slowing to a halt as it positions itself so the spray falls on top of its head. It almost looks like it’s smiling, it’s eyes little crescents at the sensation of the water trickling down it’s leathery skin.

“They’re actually…kind of cute.” You murmur. “Cute, tired, and ancient. Kind of like you!”

He pinches you gently on the waist. “Ha ha. Very funny. Gabi, do you think daddy is old?”

She turns her head to him, chewing her lip. “Yes.”

You burst out into laughter and she joins you as Frankie sputters dramatically and pretends his feelings are hurt.

The three of you move on, pausing to look at turtles and frogs, ducks, bears, even a manatee before everyone finally finds themselves in front of the coyote enclosure.

There’s nothing there. For ten whole minutes, while Gabi becomes more and more agitated as each minute passes. But finally, out from some shrubbery near the door of the private indoor area, a beautiful brownish grey coyote lopes out. And another, and then one more. They take turns racing around the edge of the enclosure walls, eager to stretch their legs after being inside. It takes almost everything in her for Gabi not to shriek in excitement every time they pass close by, you and Frankie had tried to teach her in the car that loud noises would scare the animals. She whines in his arms, and when he puts her down on her feet she immediately slides through the post and rail fence, charging towards the final chain link barrier to get closer to one of the coyotes on his next pass.

“SHIT! GABI!”

Before he can even react, you launch forward over the top rail, flinging your arm around her waist and scooping her up into your arms. “Nope. Too close. We all have to look from behind here and so do you.”

She huffs but acquiesces, wriggling against you so she can at least stand on top of the wooden fence while you hold her securely.

It takes almost five whole minutes for Frankie’s heart rate to calm down. He can’t even speak, still in shock at how easily Gabi could have gotten seriously hurt. It happened so fast he barely even had time to react, his reflexes not as on point as they used to be.

If you hadn’t been here…

You’re not just a babysitter. You’re not just a girlfriend that he loves. You’re family. And it hits him then, that If anything were to happen to him, he knew Gabi would be well taken care of. He trusts you to do that, and even though It wasn't something he had ever consciously thought of, he knew at that moment, without a doubt, that he could really trust you.

Frankie clears his throat and looks away, his eyes tearing up, and he doesn’t want anyone to see. When he looks back to you, you’re whispering in his daughter’s ear and giggling together.

The three of you watch the coyotes as they traipse about the enclosure, play wrestle with each other, yipping and barking as they tumble about before they collapse into a sleepy pile in the sun.

“Alright baby girl, time to see the next one now.” Frankie urges, gently tugging on the small hand enclosed in his own massive palms. It takes a few minutes but he finally gets her to go, and they chatter absently together as you follow them out of the Florida area and on to the Africa section.

Seeing Frankie watching elephants is a whole new experience. You’d figured since he got one tattooed on his thigh that he loved them, but you couldn’t have anticipated the sheer boyish excitement shining in his eyes as he watched them lumber about. He held Gabi close, whispering in her ear and pointing to this animal and the next, telling her about them or maybe making up little storylines for them. You felt your heart clench at how dedicated a father he was and how much he genuinely enjoyed interacting and playing with his daughter.

After the elephants, you hit the lions, hand-feed some giraffes, and argue over the difference between leopards and jaguars, before taking a break to do a diaper change, get some rainbow snow cones, and do some people watching.

“Daddy,” Gabi says, pausing to attempt to phrase her sentence. Her face is wet and her tongue and mouth are tinted purple from the mixture of food coloring in the snow cones, much like the giraffes you had just seen. “Want a doggy.”

Frankie sighs and takes another bite of his treat. “Gabriella, we’ve talked about this too many times already. No dogs. No pets.”

You expect her to start crying, her eyes are welling up with tears but she simply nods and picks at her empty cup.

“Well I don’t know, why? You don’t like dogs?”

Frankie lifts his empty cup to drink the remaining liquid before tossing it across the way to the trash can a few feet away before looking at you. “I don’t dislike dogs, I just don’t have the time to be able to take care of a pet right now. What with NA, my job, Gabi…sometimes I help train Benny, it’s too much of a commitment.”

“That makes sense. What about a cat? They don’t need much commitment.”

He scoffs. “I don’t like cats.”

“Heartless. Fish?”

“It’ll die in a week. I can’t even keep a succulent alive.” You roll your eyes and laugh, giving up on the discussion.

Snow Cones finished, you move on to South America, finally getting Frankie face to face with a jaguar until he acknowledges that yes, they are different than leopards. You see monkeys, anteaters, and to your ecstatic joy, even a catfish. A Suckermouth Catfish.

“But Frankie! Look! It’s a type of armored catfish! An armored catfish! Get it! Cause you were in the Army!” You splutter in between gasping breaths of air between giggles.

Frankie is not amused, grumbling to himself at your hysterical laughter until the three of you reach the otters and capybaras. All previous thoughts are gone from the obscene cuteness, you collectively fawn over them for at least half an hour before finally hitting the indoor Amazon building.

“Let's move past these, I’m sure you and Gabi don’t want to look at snakes.” Frankie says, moving swiftly with Gabi on his shoulders by the snake portion. As he turns the corner to get back to the birds, he suddenly realizes you aren’t with him and have stopped to look at a particularly beautiful snake.

“Frankie!” You gasp. “This snake is so pretty! Come look!”

He moves back to you and peers into the terrarium with Gabi still on his back before realizing she can’t see and drops her into his arms.

“OOooooooo. Daddy, it boo!” It is. A beautiful boa constrictor with a crisscrossing pattern of orange and bright, almost holographic blue on the stripes.

“It’s called a Brazilian Rainbow Boa.” You chime in, sliding to the side to read the information on the plaque. You spend a few more moments looking at the iridescent animal before once again moving on, now taking the time to look at more of the snakes. Out of the corner of your eye as you walk, you see Frankie sneaking glances at you with the dopiest smile.

“What is it?” You chuckle.

He shakes his head and leans closer to your ear, voice lowered so Gabi doesn’t hear. “Just love you.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that. I feel the same.” You wish with all your heart you could say it back loudly, but not yet. Today was the day you would be telling Gabi about the two of you, but now wasn’t the time. She was a smart girl, it couldn’t be kept a secret forever, and you and Frankie would just have to hope she didn’t say anything about it to her mom. For a while you continue walking together in silence, enjoying the sounds of the zoo animals and the visitors surrounding you, thinking about how you would break the news to her. But as these things happen, another thought bursts to the forefront of your mind instead.

“Why did you think Gabi and I wouldn’t want to look at the snakes? Snakes are cool.”

Frankie shrugs absently, his attention mostly on pushing Gabi in her stroller. “Cause you’re girls.” He immediately winces and halts, knowing he fucked up. He turns and looks at you. You’re smirking at him with your arms crossed. You don’t even need to say anything before he’s tripping over himself to explain.

“Wait, no, I just - well - okay, fuck, that does sound bad. I just haven’t met a lot of girls who like snakes. I didn’t mean all girls didn’t like snakes. I’m sure there’s guys that hate snakes! It’s just - Lex was terrified of them. I was just trying to say I appreciate that…about you. It’s…cool…” He trails off, his expression twisting as he makes a last ditch effort to save himself. He sighs. “Dammit. Nevermind.”

You can’t help but laugh at his struggle. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.”

“I didn’t mean to make it like a thing about women…”

“No, I know. I know you Frankie. No, I don’t mind snakes. We have a few dangerous species where I live but they pretty much don’t want anything to do with people. Now bugs? That’s a whole other story. I get a bug near me and I’m going to flip out. So you gotta take care of that for me. I can handle the snakes.”

He laughs. “Okay, deal.”

The three of you sit down to eat the pre-packed sandwiches you brought, then take a relaxing ride on the train while you digest. Feet beginning to hurt, you breeze through Australia and finally through Asia, ending the day with the best part of the zoo, the tigers.

“I just need to go to the bathroom before we trek all the way back, so I’ll meet you in there.” Frankie calls over his shoulder as he begins trotting to the restrooms next to the gift shop. You nod, feeling your heart clench once again over the fact that this is the first time Frankie has left you alone with Gabriella while out and about amongst the public. You swallow back the lump in your throat as you push her stroller inside, letting her get out and toddle through the store herself once you gather your bearings. She quickly lands on a gigantic wall of plushees, rows and rows of almost every animal you’d seen that day arranged in a rainbow of color. Each shelf alternate two species, like one elephant, one lion, one elephant, another lion, and on and on until the next shelf with two new species, effectively making the entire case appear like a patterned mosaic from far away. You stare together in awe at it for a few minutes.

“Which one do you like the best?” You ask. Gabriella chews her lips, the sensory overload settling after a few moments as she zeros in on the animal she wants. You aren’t surprised. “You want the coyote? That’s a good choice!”

You reach up and hand the best looking one to her and she sighs, clutching the animal to her chest. “Daddy say no.”

“No he won’t. You’ve been a good girl today, I’m sure he'll get you one, if I have anything to say about it.”

She smiles and inhales deeply, reaching for your leg and leaning against you as she climbs back into the stroller. “M’tired.”

“Yea, it’s been a long day hasn’t it. But you had fun with me and your dad, right?”

She nods and tilts her head. “Daddy like yoo Fower.”

You swallow. “He does?”

She nods slowly, a big grin on her face.

“I like him too. Is that…is that okay?”

She nods again, but her brow quickly furrows as she works out her feelings. “Um…but mommy…” She stops, hitting a wall separating her emotions and linguistic ability.

“Oh. Gabi…” You kneel before her. “Your mommy is still your mommy and always will be okay? Nothing’s going to change that. You just get like, an extra person who loves you in your life. Is that okay?”

She licks her lips and nods again. “And a doggy too.”

You laugh, cupping her face between your hands and plopping a wet kiss to her forehead as she giggles. “Gimme some time with that one.”

Frankie’s going to melt. Like the Wicked Witch. Just splash to the floor into a big puddle.

It doesn’t take a man long to go to the bathroom, and Frankie had followed you into the gift shop after only a few minutes, slowly wandering around until he spotted you two behind a few spinning racks of puppets. You clearly hadn’t seen him. He heard everything.

He swallows the lump in his throat threatening to burst and makes his presence known. “There you are. What did you find?”

Gabi turns to him and lifts the plush coyote in the air with her little arms. “Ta-da!”

Frankie bends over to Gabi in her stroller and peers at the animal, hands on his hips. “Hmmmm I guess that is okay. You were a good girl today and all.” You shift behind him, not wanting him to notice how those words made you shiver.

The three of you head to the cashier and check out, Frankie grumbles slightly over the prices but shoos you when you try to pay for half.

“Gabi, this is the last chance. Are you sure this is the one you want!”

“Yes. Until real doggy. Fower say so.”

You burst out into laughter and Frankie sighs and rolls his eyes, turning back to the grinning cashier.

The trip back home is almost silent. Gabriella falls asleep almost the moment she’s clicked into her carseat, her little face smooshing up against her new stuffie. You’re tired too but content, your legs bent up and your feet resting on the truck’s glove compartment, eyes closed and head back against the headrest tilting towards the window. Frankie can’t keep himself from looking at you every chance he can, a blooming swell of satisfaction and happiness at seeing his two girls all tuckered out.

“I can feel you staring.” You murmur.

He huffs a laugh. “Well stop looking so beautiful then.”

You hum, that small smile spreading across your face until it reaches your eyes as they open. He reaches his hand out to you, and you take his big hand in yours and thread your fingers together, resting them on your thigh. “I can hear you thinking too. What’s going on up there?”

What isn’t going on in his head? I love you, so fucking much. Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real. Move in with me. Marry me. What??!! “Thank you, for today.”

“No, thank you for taking me! I’ve been wanting to go to this zoo for so long but I never had anyone to go with!”

“You’re welcome, but I didn’t mean that. I meant about what happened…with the coyotes. That scared the shit out of me.”

You reach out to place your hand on his arm, caressing the skin and soft hair there. “Yea, it was really scary. I didn’t expect her to do that, but it’s okay, we got her.”

“I scared myself too. That I wasn’t fast enough. I don’t want that to happen again.”

“It won’t, and you would have gotten to her before she got to the fence, I know it. I was just closer to her. But if anything ever does happen, I’ll be there. I’d never let anything happen to her.”

“I know.” He pauses. “It’s hard for me…to trust other people with stuff like that. Especially with her. She means more to me than anything else in the world. But I trust you.”

You huff a laugh. “I’d hope so! I’m her babysitter.”

He shakes his head, growing frustrated with himself once again. “No, I mean, it’s one thing to trust your girlfriend or babysitter with your kid at home. It’s another thing to trust them out with your kid. It’s just…different. I always trusted you, or I wouldn’t have hired you. I wouldn’t have shared shit with you. But I just…you would take care of Gabi and protect her by any means necessary. Like that.”

“I would.”

He smiles softly, squeezing your hand as he adjusts in the truck seat. “So, the gift shop. How was that?”

“Oh she was great! I was expecting a full over-tired over-heated meltdown but nope! She went straight to what she wanted and was satisfied.”

“I heard what you said. About Lex.”

“Oh. Shit. I’m really sorry if I said the wrong thing. To be honest I didn’t really know what to say–”

“No.” He interrupts. “No, you said the right thing. It was so the right thing.” He brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “I love you baby.”

You close your eyes and hum, relaxing back into the seat. “I love you too Frankie. So, so much.”

It’s later in the week and you’re watching Gabi as you wait for Frankie to come home from his NA meeting. Gabi was peckish early so you gave her a handful of goldfish as you placed your usual Wednesday pizza order on your phone.

A few minutes later, order placed, you heave a sigh and look up at Gabi only to see her smooshing cheddar goldfish right into the carpet with her T.Rex toy.

“Oh, Gabi! No!” You exclaim as you rush over. You try to pick up what you can as she scoots back, eyes watering. “No no, you don’t have to cry, it’s okay, I’m not mad. But you can’t do that. Okay?”

She smashed them too well. You stand up and look around, heading up and down the hall peeking into the bedrooms and closets before stopping at the hallway closet door. The door with the lock on it. You tilt your head around the corner. “Hey Gabi, you don’t know where the vacuum is, do you?” She simply blinks at you.

You sigh. “Alright. Well, I don’t want to leave a mess for your dad.” You pull at the lock and start trying combinations on it. Frankie is smart. He doesn’t use the same code as the code to the door, and after the third wrong answer you take a chance and input Gabi’s birthday. And it…unlocks.

“Here we go.” Only the right door opens, despite your pushing and pulling on the other one, but you can see the vacuum right behind the left door surrounded by a mess of boxes, winter coats, and a giant duffel bag that catches on one of the latches of the vacuum as you pull it out, causing you to lose your hold on the damn thing as it crashes to the floor and strews the contents of the duffel all over the floor.

“God dammit. OOooo, Gabi don’t repeat that.” You look around the corner to make sure she wasn’t startled. Satisfied after seeing her playing with some Legos, you turn your attention back to the bag and kneel on the floor to pick up…

Carabiners. Bungee cords. Empty gun casings. A sheathed and locked knife. Some walkie talkies. A dirty tactical vest. And…zip ties.

“Fuck.” You can feel your face heat up as you pick up the vest and pull it into your lap, thumbing the little slots for various odds and ends. There’s a carabiner attached to one of the loops and a large bound strap shoved through one of the loops. And it’s kind of filthy. You know it must be Frankie’s, and even though it does look a shade too small for him, you can’t help but imagine how he would look in it. How the puffy straps would frame his broad shoulders and toned arms, and you wager with yourself that his little puffy tummy would pop out too.

You think about Frankie in the vest yelling orders, or flying a helicopter, slinking along the walls of a hideout holding whatever big ass gun the shell casings were for. You would never consider yourself a fan or believer of guns but for some reason, Frankie with a gun just hit different. You shift your gaze to the bundle of zip ties grasped tightly in your hand. Frankie tying someone up with the zip ties. No. Frankie tying you up with the zip ties–

“What are you doing?”

You startle so dramatically the vest flies in the air before tumbling back down in front of you. You bring your hand to your chest, not noticing you’re still holding the zip ties. “Jesus, Frankie. You scared the shit out of me!”

He’s standing at the entrance of the hall. And he doesn’t look happy.

“What are you doing.”

You cow slightly under his steely gaze. “I– I was just looking for the vacuum…Gabi had some crumbs and I wanted to clean it up.” You bite your lip.

“That door was locked. For a reason. Why are you going through my shit without asking?”

“I...I’m so sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop, I just went for the vacuum and it pulled out this bag also and it was unzipped and I went to put it back but then I…um. I got distracted.”

He furrows his brow, putting one hand on his hip as it pops to the side as his eyes dart all over you.

“You got distracted.” He says it more as a statement than a question. You can feel your cheeks burn and you cover your face with your palms, the zip ties still in your hand.

“Um…yea.”

“Baby.”

You don’t respond, pressing your hands more into your face. God dammit this is so embarrassing.

He steps forward so he’s right in front of you. “Baby?” He squats and gently tugs at your hands, but you don’t move them.

He stands back up. “Baby…look, I’m sorry I upset you. I just—”

“You…didn’t upset me.” You lower your hands and meet his eyes. He looks less mad than before, trying to hide the smirk coming across his face.

“You’re turned on.”

“What?! NO! Of course not!” You splutter, but he’s already laughing.

“You are! You got distracted by the zip ties!” His cheeks are turning red with mirth and realization.

You glare at him and cross your arms. “Fine! Yes! But also because of the vest thingy. Oh, leave me alone.”

His laughter slows to a chuckle. “Do you want me to put it on?”

“No.”

“Aw, why not?”

“If you put that on, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Damn. That’s hot...”

Still embarrassed, you shove everything back in the bag and firmly throw it back into the closet, stand up and yank the vacuum without another word, plugging it in and doing an extra thorough job cleaning up the crumbs before tossing the vacuum haphazardly back into the closet. You slam the door and reset the lock, knowing Frankie is staring at you, and you turn and enter your bedroom, closing the door and leaning your back against it as you let out a long breath and try to compose yourself.

A soft knocking vibrates against your back and thump your head on the door and sigh.

“Baby? Can you let me in?”

You turn and open the door. It’s his house after all.

“Hey.”

“...Hey.”

He reaches for you, cupping your cheek in his large palm as he makes you meet his eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you. I liked that you got like that over my stuff. Okay?”

You nod. “I really didn’t mean to go through your things, and then I just saw them and my brain went into another dimension for a bit. A slutty dimension.”

He chuckles and pulls you into him. You notch the indent above your nose into the side of his jaw, inhaling his spicy scent deeply as his arms wrap loosely around you.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. That’s just…a part of my life that I’m not always proud of and it scared me to think you would just go into something that I had locked.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I should have just left it alone. I didn’t mean to break your trust. It means a lot to me.”

“You didn’t…just…ask me first next time. Okay?”

“Yea. Okay.”

Later that evening, Gabi had been put to bed and the two of you were on the couch playing on your phones, re-runs of The Office playing in the background. Frankie loved how he could just be with you, even if you weren’t really talking or touching, it still felt good having you there and near him. He looks up from his phone and smiles softly at you.

You’re typing enthusiastically with a silly grin on your face before you finally notice him looking, and you put your phone down on the coffee table and lean forward for a smooch. He pulls you in deeper, swiping his tongue into your mouth and sucking your lip as he pulls away.

“Mmmm. Hold that thought. I gotta pee.” You get up and head to the bathroom and Frankie leans back on the armrest as he begins to scroll through his phone again. He can hear your phone chiming rapidly, one after the other, and he leans forward enough to see you’re getting a barrage of text messages. Because when you put your phone down, you left it face up.

Surely it wouldn’t hurt to just…make sure it wasn’t an emergency, right? Someone is trying really hard to get in touch with you. He checks down the hall to make sure you’re still in the bathroom before sliding forward and picking up your phone. It’s Maidali. All of the texts are Maidali.

Dali🌻: OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I AM STILL FUCKING SHAKING.

Dali🌻: GIRL IF YOU DON’T TELL HIM HOW YOU WANT HIM TO WEAR THAT AND TIE YOUR ASS UP I’M GONNA SLAP YOU

Dali🌻: YES SIR I WILL NOT CUM QUIETLY

Dali🌻: WAIT DO YOU THINK WILL HAS ONE? BYE. GOTTA GO 🤸🕳️

And just like that, any lingering annoyance at you overstepping his boundaries evaporates and he feels his dick jump in his pants at the implications of the texts and what that means. He jolts as he hears the toilet flush and scrambles to put the phone back down how you left it, feeling incredibly guilty, and a lot of other things as well.

You check yourself out in the mirror, twisting this way and that. It’d taken a good ten minutes to put the damn set on, but now that it was, you were very happy. A little black lace triangle bralette with straps coming from between the cups to wrap around your neck, complimenting the curves of your breasts as they meet the shoulder straps and curl around your neck like a choker. Two more straps sprout from beneath the cups to wrap around your ribcage, showing a sliver of skin in between. And a tiny pair of cheeky crotchless panties with two straps criss-crossing in an X below your belly button, the back of the lace cut perfectly so your butt cheeks hung out of it.

Hopefully this would nudge him in the right direction. Ever since the incident with the duffle bag, Frankie hadn’t brought it up again, much to your annoyance. You had been hoping he would get the hint without prodding him but, well, that’s what this lingerie set was for. Frankie had called you earlier today to ask to take you out to dinner, and you had something very special planned for after.

You usually weren’t this forward, or this confident with yourself before, especially in your curves and the way most lingerie revealed it. But you felt comfortable with Frankie, you trusted him. You knew at this point that he loved you and found you irresistible, even if it seemed ridiculous anyone would feel that way about you. You were willing to put yourself out on a ledge.

Frankie 🐈🐟: Finishing up something before we go, just let yourself in when you get here 🖤

Okay

You stare at your phone and take one more anticipatory breath before opening the door up with the key Frankie had given you a few weeks back, having graduated from a lockbox. You push the door open and step inside, but something is off. The room is only illuminated by one light, the rest of the home is dark. It’s quiet. Too quiet, like Frankie wasn’t even here at all.

Maybe he’s out back in the shed or the garage.

You swallow and move forward, pushing the door closed without a glance as you step towards the couch.

“Frankie? Are you here?”

You don’t even hear it coming. Suddenly, a toned arm wraps around your waist and pulls you backwards into something firm and unevenly lumpy while a large palm clamps over your mouth so you can’t scream. You squeal and try to wriggle free, your heart pounding with fright until your senses come back to you.

That smell. That deep rumbly laugh. The thumb stroking your cheek. The other hand sliding under the hem of your tee to caress the skin there. The hooked nose pressing into the side of your neck as Frankie releases you.

You whirl around, ready to chew him out for the scare but your words catch in your mouth.

He’s wearing the tactical vest.

Fuck.

FUCK.

“I–. What–. Uhhhh….” The words die in your throat as you simply stand and stare, mouth ajar. Frankie’s smiling broadly and chuckles, chucking you under the chin to close your mouth.

“I’m guessing you like it?”

It’s everything you expected and more. It is a little too small, but that might actually be to your benefit. The way the straps over his shoulders frame and define how broad they are, his arms straining in the sleeves of the flannel he’s wearing beneath it. And fuck, did it make him look thick as hell, husky, firm, and strong and you could already feel that familiar burning deep in your belly. Your gaze trails down to his waistline. He’d even taken it upon himself to strap on some sort of utility/holster belt that highlighted the stupid belt buckle he always wears, and it resulted more of a puff around the tummy than you even thought. You felt like you were on fire..

“Fuck. Yea.”

And then you launch at him.

“Oh shit!” His curse is muffled as you leap up onto him and wrap your legs around his waist, the straps of the utility belt bumping against your thighs as you cross them behind his back. He catches you and kisses back just as enthusiastically, thrusting his tongue into yours with a moan as you wrap your arms around his neck, sinking your fingers into his hair and pushing his hat off. The force of your leap had sent him bumping into the wall, and he turns and presses your back against it as he grinds his pelvis into you. The kevlar and hard breastplates beneath it push into you, the friction and weight against your nipples making you whine pathetically as you roll your hips against him, desperately seeking more contact.

“Alright hang on. Wait a minute, wait a minute. We gotta talk first real quick.” Frankie lowers you back to your feet and steps back. You huff in frustration, but give him your attention. He continues. “I have something to confess.”

You blink. “Oh.”

He grimaces slightly. “The other day…your phone was going off. And I…looked.”

“When? Why?”

“The day you found my stuff. With Dali.” Your eyes widen and you cover your face with your hands, and Frankie feels his chest constrict when you don’t even mention his transgression at all, bypassing it entirely to apologize to him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, I just needed to scream about it with someone and–”

“Do you want that?”

You don’t hesitate for a moment, nor do you need any clarification. “Yes.”

“All of it?”

“Yea…do you?”

“Oh yea. Just wanted to make sure first. You’re not mad?”

You huff out a laugh. “No. We can just call it even on the snooping. “It’s funny…” You chuckle once more to yourself and cross your arms at the hem of your shirt and pull it off before unbuttoning and quickly pulling down your shorts. “I wore this because I was going to try and beg you for it today!”

“You didn’t. Holy shit. This is…fuck, this is hot baby!” He steps closer to you, trails a rough finger pad from your hip bone to one of the straps, fingering it lightly between his thumb and pointer. “What a coincidence.” He pulls the band away from your hip and releases, the elasticity causing the band to snap back against your skin. You part your lips. Your heart is pounding. “You tell me if we need to stop.” He rasps, and you feel the hair rising along your arms and the back of your neck at how fucked up about you he sounds.

“Yea, um, I researched this thing called the stoplight system that’s like, green if you're great, yellow if you're kinda uncomfortable, and red if you want it to stop. We can do that.”

He smirks, running his palms up and down your hips. “You researched kinky sex shit for us?”

“Yea…”

He groans, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to leave marks. “How dark?”

You look at him through your lashes. “Dark. Be mean. Fucking wreck me, Frankie.”

He raises his eyebrows and before he can grab you, you take off running down the hallway, your tinkling laughter trailing behind you.

‘Oh ho, so this is what we’re doing, hm? Alright…”

You didn’t realize he could run that fast, especially in his gear, even with the head start, because the moment you even step towards the bed he tackles you sideways onto it and flips you over, fusing his mouth to yours as you wriggle beneath him. You reach around to tickle his waist under the vest and he grabs your hands and pushes them down into the mattress.

“Hey! Be a good girl now.”

You giggle and try to tickle him one more time but his grip is too strong and he growls, flipping you over and grabbing both your wrists in one hand and yanking them back, hard enough to display his strength but not hard enough to hurt. You squirm more just to be a brat, and he snarls under his breath, scooting down your thighs enough to land one sharp smack on your hip. You yelp and whimper, lifting your head up to watch him.

“Behave.” He glares at you and whips a long black plastic strand out of one of the many pockets on the back of his vest and loops it around your wrists. You turn your head to watch him and your lips part as you watch him slip one side through the latch, yanking up on the other end several times to tighten it, brow furrowed and lips pursed in concentration. From your angle the movement resembles him jacking off, and you feel wetness seeping into your panties as he finishes, checking with you to make sure it’s not too tight or uncomfortable.

The minute he pulls back you test it, squirming and pulling at the plastic, rubbing your thighs back and forth to try and alleviate the growing ache between them. Frankie was right, the unassuming little plastic straps are strong. You wouldn't have been able to get out even if you wanted to. Frankie grabs you by your bound arms and flips you over once more, humming as he watches you struggle, pleased with his work. “Uh uh. No.” The mattress dips more as he presses down on your thighs, effectively keeping you from continuing your movements, and you whine as he snickers at your frustration. “You don’t get to feel good until I tell you, and you haven’t been behaving. Now I have to make sure you don’t do that again.” He reaches up and pinches the nipples visible under the black lace of your bralette, your head falling back as a broken moan escapes your lips. But his hands don’t stay, he leaves them abruptly and takes you by each ankle, bending your knees and pushing your legs to your chest and then to opposite sides.

“Fuck.” His nostrils flare as he sees that your panties are crotchless and you can tell he wants to abandon what he’s doing and touch you there, but he quickly refocuses his attention and pulls two more longer strands of zip ties out of his vest and loops one around each upper thigh and ankle, cinching them together so fast you can barely even process what he’s doing. So methodical, so expedient, competent and fucking sexy. You’d blush at the way you’re completely spread open to him if you weren’t so aroused, he hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re already shifting your hips towards him for any kind of touch. Touch me. Please touch me.

He doesn’t. “Color?”

“Green! It’s so fucking green! Please touch me Cat.”

He smirks once more, reaching into a pocket of his utility belt and pulls a small knife out.

“Color.”

“...Green.”

He hums, bringing the tiny tip of the knife against the back of your thigh, trailing it up and around your mound over the lace of your panties, up to the center of your ribcage before reaching your breasts. “Don’t fucking move.”

You don’t, holding your breath as he touches your nipples with the tip of the knife, the cool of the metal seeping through the lace and making them harden and rise. “So beautiful.” He praises, and he slides the knife under the band of your bralette and pulls up, cutting the seam and the little cups fall away to the side, exposing your breasts completely to him, before cutting the rest of the straps to pull it all the way off.

“Oh shit.” You whimper. He cups them in both hands and squeezes, sliding his hands up until he has a nipple between the fingers of each hand, and pinches them, sliding his thumb across the nubs to circle them until you’re squirming once again for him. He chuckles darkly and gives the little buds a slight tug before getting off the bed and crossing to the other side, right at your head.

“Now what should I do with all this here, hmm?” You struggle in futility, the tight frog-tie he put you in making you completely immobile, he can see you like it and he continues to take his sweet time just to see how desperate you get. How much he can make you saturate the bedspread under you with your pre cum before he’s even touched you.

“I can do whatever I want. I don’t think you know what you asked for. Or maybe you do. Do you want me to shove my cock down your throat ‘til you tear up? Do you want me to force you to cum again and again until I say you’re done? Hmmm? I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t fucking walk and everyone will be able to smell my cum dripping out of you and know you like to get fucked like a little slut. Do you want that?”

“Yea.” You pant. “I want it. Touch me. Please touch me.”

“No. Not yet.” He slides his hands under your armpits and hauls you up the bed until your head hangs off the edge between his legs. He pauses, cupping your cheek, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb before pushing his entire thumb into the wet heat of your mouth. You moan, your eyes fluttering closed as you take the thick calloused digit into your mouth, taking what little he gave you, tickling your tongue against the tip of his thumb. He pulls away once more and pushes his pants and boxers down in one go, stepping forward so his hard cock rests on top of your face.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Open your fucking mouth.”

You swallow and comply, your head hanging down and your open mouth the perfect height for him to push his cock in and you tighten your mouth around him while he starts sliding in and out. He takes it slow at first, petting your face and cooing as he bends over you, shallow thrusts evolving into deeper ones. Every thirty seconds or so he would pull completely out so you can catch your breath before he pushes back in, occasionally pressing against the side of your cheek, his cock making the flesh bulge out, smacking you gently with his palm on that cheek.

His noises are fucking sinful, and you whine around his cock at the grunts and praises he’s giving you. The sighs and pants, the moans and groans and curses. That deep rumbly baritone could get you off on it’s own, and you feel yourself clench around nothing as he continues to use your mouth. He notches himself at the back of your throat and you swallow around him, your throat constricting and opening, the strong cords of muscles releasing tension enough for him to push down your throat, fucking into your mouth as you swirl your tongue up down and around his shaft.

“Ungh…yea, that’s it. Take it. All the way girl, I know you can.” He keeps pushing until your lips are flush with the base, his balls pressing against your nose and he gyrates against you, watching as your throat expands and deflates when his thick cock slides in and out, the little triangle of your tongue poking out of your mouth and sliding all over his shaft. “Keep doing that, run that cute little tongue all over. Fuck.”

You moan around him at the praise, and as a reward he moves his hand down your stomach and between your thighs, finally, finally touching you where you need him. He separates you with his pointer and ring finger, rubbing his middle finger on your clit before sliding down more, scooping up the mess you’ve made and smears it around.

“I’m never going to get over how wet you get when you suck my dick.” He murmurs as he pushes three fingers into you at once, stretching you full. You cry out at the intrusion, the sound tapering off into a wail as he starts finger fucking you , stretching you open for whatever he planned to do to you later. Your body reacts like it was starved, You clamp your thighs shut around his hand, your walls clenching around his fingers as you try to chase them each time they leave you. You gag suddenly and he pulls his cock back out again, dripping with saliva to make sure you’re okay as you catch your breath.

“Please, I need more.” You beg.

He gives it, pressing his palm against your clit and grinding it against your clit as he starts to slam his fingers into your pussy, wriggling them against your walls and rubbing that one spongy spot inside you that drives you crazy. You’re so worked up, you’ve been imagining this happening and waited for it for so long that you can already feel your orgasm building. His wet cock is resting against your cheek and you move for it, mouthing at the tip of him. He steps forward so you can suckle at his balls. You know how you can bring him to his knees when you do that and he almost loses his control, his hand on faltering against your pussy, one arm bracketing your head as he bends over with a grunt.

You continue licking at him, swirling and lathing your tongue from the underside up and around to each sack, gently rolling them into your mouth with a soft moan so he can feel the vibration. You could get him to cum from this alone and he knows it, so he begrudgingly pulls back so you can only access his cock, so you lap all the wetness back up before you pull him back in your mouth yourself. He slides in to the hilt once more, fucking of your throat as he resumes working you.

The gulping sound of him filling the entire cavity of your throat fills the room along with his sighs and pants, the wet slurps and slapping of his balls against your face and his knuckles against your pussy lips as he continues to jam his fingers into you. It’s too much, you’re full of him and his taste and his smell and just everything in every way and you finally snap, arching your back and gurgling lowly around his cock, the vibrations enough to push him over too.

He pulls out abruptly, jerking his cock over you. You’re gonna take my cum on your face. Stick your tongue out.”

Your body works entirely on instinct, you’re still fuzzy from the aftershocks of your orgasm but you stick your tongue out and curl it towards him and he cums with a raspy groan, warm ropes of it splashing on your jaw, throat, and neck.

He bends over you, his palms on the bed by your shoulders and his arms caging you in as you both catch your breath. He exhales sharply, standing back up to his full height and cups your cheek, stroking the dry side. “Color?”

Your eyes are closed and you sigh as you answer. “MMMmmmm. I’m so green.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your plump wet lips and moves to the other side of the bed, kneeling to settle between your spread, bound thighs. Frankie groans in satisfaction as he looks at you so blatantly opened for him, swollen and flushed with recent orgasm, your juices leaking towards the bed. He bends down and lathes the entire flat of his tongue through your slit, scooping up your mess and swallowing it with a groan. You squirm under him, still sensitive from your first orgasm but he doesn’t let up, pressing your thighs down to the mattress to spread you open even further, alternating licks, pokes, nibbles, and nuzzles into you, building in pressure quickly until you’re suddenly right there again.

“Oh fuck. Cat, I’m–I’m gonna cum again.”

“Good.” He pushes his fingers back into you, scissoring them as he nips roughly at your clit, then nuzzles his mustache into your clit and jerks his head from side to side, the friction of his nose and the coarse hairs the perfect cocktail of prickling and pleasure to push you through your release once more. He licks it all up, suckling you clean before pulling away with a smirk, moving his mouth up your thighs and nipping alternating bites and sucking kisses, leaving wet little discs of light purple bruising behind to make sure you don’t forget.

You look at him with hooded eyes, a blurry haze permeating your senses. He slides his hands up your thighs until he reaches your slit, pulling at the sides so he can see your fluttering hole clenching around nothing.

Frankie brings his hand to his jaw, stroking his fingers through the scruff still shining with your arousal on it as he observes you. “Look at this little pussy, so desperate to be fucked. Maybe I should just leave you like this so I can see how desperate you are to be fucked raw.”

“Don’t you fucking dare I will kill you!”

His eyebrows tilt and he laughs, reaching out to grab you by the ass and pull you to the edge of the bed. He’s already hard again, his cock bobbing as he notches himself at your entrance. He grabs you by the jaw and forces you to look at him. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” On the last word, he pushes forward, entering you all the way to the hilt and quickly escalating to a brutal pace.

You can barely breathe, mouth open and uttering only grunts and cries as he slams into you. And he is a fucking vision, his teeth bared and the cords in his neck bulging, his eyes big black onyx pools. He looks like something else, some sort of beast that has taken over as he fucks into you so hard you are progressively getting pushed up the bed, only for him to grab you by the hips and pull you back down to thrust hard into you again, and there’s nothing you can do as you just take every inch, every ridge and vein and grazing of his pubic hair against you. You can’t hold on to anything, you can’t touch him, you can’t even touch yourself, you’re just how he wants you and your body is subject to his every whim, and for some reason that drives you absolutely wild.

And the vest. That fucking vest that he left on while he fucks you, like he read your fucking mind, knowing you’d want him to keep it on. There’s sweat gathering on his neck and it drips down, wetting the grey tee he has on under the flannel, and you wonder how much of his sweat and grime has accumulated into the fabric of the vest over the years. He just looks so big, so imposing and he completely surrounds and fills you to the point that you can’t do anything but stare at him, the material of his vest puffing in and out as he breathes over you. “Jesus christ Frankie you look so fucking sexy.”

He breaks in that moment, leaning down, palm slamming next to your head onto the mattress as he lifts a knee onto it too, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, quick and fast, all teeth and tongues before he pulls back up and returns to character.

Your tits are bouncing and pushed up from your arms being behind your back and your tummy is jiggling and you know you’re going to have bruises where his hands are gripping your hips and pulling you back and forth onto his cock, where his body is hitting yours, where the zip ties are starting to rub into your skin but it only adds to the burning in your core and spreading out into your whole body. You can feel it rising, throbbing in intensity as it creeps up and out, flushing your chest and neck, still sticky from the globs of cum he left there.

“Does anyone know you like being fucked like this? Huh? Like a fucking slut, all covered in my cum? Coming in here with that hot fucking outfit…yea, you’re my little fuckdoll aren’t you? Just for me to fuck whenever I want?”

Oh, what the fuck. What the actual fuck is wrong with you because that is so so wrong and you know it’s wrong but why is your pussy clenching?!?! And why are you suddenly RIGHT THERE, right on the precipice of cumming to the point you’re almost bending in half under him, a long whine escaping your lips and increasing in volume as you teeter indefinitely, thinking back to the day you first met him, this sexy older man and now he was stuffing you full, fucking you like no one else ever had or probably ever would.

Until he hums and murmurs how much you liked that, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it until your eyes roll back in your head and you cum with a scream, every nerve in your body lighting aflame and you can feel your cum gushing out onto him.

But before you can settle he pulls out and flips you over, the fronts of your calves, your chest, and the side of your head pressed to the mattress with your ass up and spread in the air.

He takes one of your ass cheeks in each hand, squeezing and separating them as you sit pretty waiting for him while he just looks. Looks at the mess dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, at the zip ties wrapped tight around your thighs and ankles leaving angry red marks, the way you're resting on your knees with your feet pointed in the air, arms pulled behind your back, that you are spread so open he can see everything. He suddenly decides you have too much in the way, pulls his knife once more and drags it along your ass cheeks and under the lace of your panties, cutting them clean off.

Three orgasms in and you still want him, you want him to use you and cum and feel good and make those delicious noises again but he still waits, running his hands up your plump ass cheeks and pushing his fingernails in, only to drag them back down, the nails leaving light red marks like stripes down the skin.

“Baby please.” You beg. “Please fuck me, I need your fucking cock so bad. Want you to cum. Please take it.” You wriggle your ass in his face, physically exhausted but still feeling that need for him to fill you, to be one.

“Babe. Color?”

You turn and look at him, your eyes glazed and heavy. His chest is heaving in his vest and his cock is red and angry and begging for release, and you feel yourself involuntarily shiver as you take in the sight.

“Green.”

“Good girl. That’s what I thought.” He pushes into you again, resuming that same brutal pace from before , the slap-slap slapping of skin almost as loud as your screams each time he jams into you. You swear you can feel him all the way up to your cervix, a dull pleasure-pain every time he hits home, your pussy spread open as wide as it can as he impales you on his cock. Your ass is jiggling and he fucking loves it, landing a few more light slaps as your cunt takes him and pushes him out, you’re creamy cum gathering around his cock as he slides in and out and he groans at the sight of it.

You’re completely boneless, face and chest pressed in exhaustion to the mattress as he pushes down on your back, causing your ass to arc higher into him. You can’t even move, your muscles protesting and you give in completely to him, whimpering as he slides his hand up your spine, grabs your bound arms, slides the other arm around your waist and lifts you up so you’re all but standing on your knees on the edge of the bed.

But he’s still gentle, he’s still Frankie, the grip on your arms is for show only and he nuzzles into your neck as he thrusts up into you, impaling you on his cock as you tremble in his arms.

“Want you to cum again.” He whispers in your ear.

“I can’t. Frankie, I can’t.”

“You can, and you will. I told you I was going to force you to cum until I said you were done.”

You exhale sharply and lean back against his chest, your head falling back onto his shoulders, your eyes fluttering shut as you just feel him slide in and out of your, hear the vulgar squelching of your mingled juices and purr like a content kitten, until a sudden buzzing sound pricks your ears up.

‘What…?”

And then his mouth is back on you, his tongue biting your ear and swirling around the back at the same exact moment he reaches around your leg and presses a tiny little vibrator right to your clit. You jerk back into his arms with a mewl before gyrating your hips against both his cock and the vibrator, your cries so loud it’s almost comical. You have a fleeting thought that you are glad the houses in this neighborhood aren’t that close together before Frankie chooses that time to dial up the tempo, pressing the bullet harder into you and burrowing his cock further into your pussy.

“Still green?” He pants in your ear.

“Yea.” You whisper.

Your orgasm slams through you so fast you didn’t even feel it building, and it feels different, this one. The regular one yes, still happening but there’s something else, a sharp tingling feeling almost like when you have to pee really bad. “Fr-Frankie…wait. I think…” and then you stiffen and go completely silent, your throat working to push out sound but it gets stuck, slamming your eyes closed as you absolutely drench him to a level you’ve never felt before.

“Oh fuck yea.” He grunts, pulling the vibrator off you and throwing it to the side as you convulse in the aftershocks in his arm. His hand leaves your waist and takes one of your breasts in his palm, squeezing you tight against him as he focuses on himself now, his hips stuttering, faltering, pumps erratic and he spills into you in panting moans against your neck.

He holds you there for a moment before letting you fall back to the mattress and onto your side as gracefully as he can. Your whole body is shaking, your chest heaving, sweat trickling between your shoulders and your zip tied wrists and arms. Nothing else exists, just the buzzing in your head and the hazy waves of sensation spreading from your clit all the way out to your fingers and toes.

Something breaks through the haze, a spreading of warmth on your lower back and moving upwards, and suddenly your arms are free and your shoulders roll forward against the mattress in reprieve. Both your legs released immediately after. Those large palms graze over you again, running from your ankles up your calves and the backs of your thighs, up and over your ass, your back and over your shoulders, giving them a few squeezes as a hand pushes your hair out of your face and kisses your cheek.

“Hey.”

“MMmmmmm hi.” You turn to him, squinting your eyes at him with a dopey grin, rolling over to stretch your limbs out completely before reaching out to him. He comes gladly, his hooked nose nuzzling into your neck, pressing kisses and licking up the sweat that had gathered there.

“You okay? Was that good?”

You run your hand over your forehead, smoothing back the hair that frizzed out and the sweat that had gathered there. But then you sit up abruptly, looking at the wet pooled stain right where you had been. “That was amazing. But...um, I think I ruined your comforter. I don’t know what happened, that’s never happened before.” You grimace, your cheeks burning as you reach down between your legs at the moisture there. There was your normal cum and his, but also a lighter wetness.

He smiles and gives you a light kiss. “Nah. I can just throw it in the washer. Or I might just leave it, cause that was sexy as fucking hell.”

“Yea?”

“Yea! You’ve really never squirted before?”

“Um, no, I don’t think so.”

“Well fuck, that’s a confidence boost. I’m happy I could make you feel that good.”

You sigh. “Soooo fucking good. All of it.” You pull out of his arms and flop back onto the mattress. “You?”

He hums, nodding. “We’ll just say we have to do this again sometime, that’s how good it was. But you’re probably going to have to cover up for a few days.”

You furrow your brow, confused. “Why?”

He sits up, trailing his hands around all the bruises forming on your skin like a connect-the-dots. “You might have a few marks on you tomorrow.”

“Oh no.” You mockingly whine. “People are going to think I got kidnapped.”

“Or they will just think we are disgustingly kinky.”

“We are.”

He laughs as you turn fully toward him. “So…have you ever done that kind of stuff before with anyone else?”

“No.”

“Hm. I wonder why?”

You shrug lightly. “I dunno, I just never thought about it before. I’m really comfortable with you. And you’re so fucking sexy, you make me want to do all this stuff I’ve never thought about before. It’s like you opened Pandora’s Box or something.”

“Mmmmm. That makes me feel good.”

He gathers you closer, and you nestle into the warmth of his arms. “Have you? With anyone?”

“Not like this. It’s never been like this, with anyone else. I’ve never felt the way I do about you with anyone else. Sometimes I’m afraid I go too far and I’m always trying to reign myself in, but I feel like I don’t have to do that with you anymore. I like it.”

“I love who you are. I don’t want you to have to reign any of yourself in. I love the rough and the soft in you.” You kiss him, slowly licking around his lips and slipping your tongue into his mouth and he opens for you, pulling you further into him as if your bodies could merge.

“Hey Frankie?”

“Mmmm?”

“You better still be taking me to dinner. I’m fucking starving.”

You hadn’t meant it. You really hadn’t meant it, especially after last time. You were just trying to help, trying to ease Frankie’s burden because he was working and you weren’t back in school yet. After several double shifts back-to-back, you’d decided to attack the pile of clothes that had unusually accumulated across Frankie’s bedroom floor. You’d just finished the first load, taking it into the bedroom and folding it carefully before hanging up his shirts and putting away his boxers and rattier tees in the dresser. But as you move things around and reorganize to make room for the additions, your finger catches on something thin and sharp, like paper. You pull your hand out with a yelp, licking the tip of your finger to stave off any blood before reaching in to find the culprit of your pain.

It’s a thick packet of various papers, folded over, but enough in quantity that it’s not a tight fold, and you slide your thumb underneath to look at what it is.

It’s a copy of his pilot’s license. And the suspension. Individual found with cocaine in his system. And a trial date, but for what, you didn’t know. Was…he still in trouble? But before you can read any further, a voice you usually love hearing rumbles from the door.

“What the fuck are you doing!?”

The Bondage Position

Chapter 12

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The Christmas Gift

Pairing: Jeno Lee x Female Reader.

Genre: Fluff, Mild angst, Bestfriends-to-Lovers AU, Christmas AU.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Profanities, making out that is a bit suggestive (like vv tiny)

Summary: All you wished for Christmas is a boyfriend and unfortunately fortunately your best friend overhears it. And it's always BFF's for rescue, right?

Song rec: NCT U - Sweet dreams.

Author's Note: I know it's been ages since Christmas has passed, but this is a fictional work. So we are going to pretend that it is Christmas. Also, this is my first work and I really hope you guys like it. Feed backs are appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor the pictures but only the plot. This is a piece of fictional work, so this doesn't describe the idols real character.

Christmas gifts, interesting? Well, it's absolutely not! It might be if you have your own significant others, but guess who doesn't.

It's you, fucker.

All you could ever do is dream about getting a gift from you significant other any time soon.

You deeply sighed in anguish as you saw Mark gifting a box full of Polaroids of them being together that year to Donghyuck, who didn't waste a single moment before pulling him into a kiss. How romantic.

And no, you're not jealous of them. But pure longing for a partner like Mark.

Another sigh releases out of your mouth as you chug down another sip of water.

Guess I'm a single bell single bell single all the way.

❝Why is my bitch sooo sad today, hm?❞ Yuta, someone who you could call as 'bestie', sat near you.

❝Nothing much... just fed up being a single..❞ nth sigh of the day comes out. A comfort hand placed on your shoulder as Yuta held you.

❝Sweetie, Don't worry. God is making you wait because your prince charming is on his way...but if you don't wanna wait, I'm always here.❞ Yuta finishes with a wink. That poor flirting does no change to your friendship.

Yuta knows if anything like that, Sicheng would bury him alive.

❝Uh-oh if my prince is coming for me, then he must be riding a tortoise.❞ You scoffed.

Yuta just laughed, before cuddling closer to you. Damn is he trying to make Sicheng jealous or what?

Okay, that was confirmed the moment you saw Sicheng looked like he was about to kill Yuta. He knows you, he also knows that it's always Yuta who wants to see him jealous, for whatever reason saying he looks hot when he is jealous.

All you did was raise your hands up in surrender, breaking a smile from Sicheng.

Yuta whined when you put him on the ground, letting Sicheng for rescue.

Then, the infamous JaeYong couple came to the centre and gave each other gifts. You almost teared up when Taeyong read a letter for Jaehyun.

Suddenly you found someone near you.

Jeno Lee.

Your best friend, on whom you had a very teeny tiny weeny winy crush on. You have been friends with each other for more than ten years.

❝What's up, Y/N?❞ Jeno said, before giving you a warning smile not to say sky, receiving a teasing smile back.

❝Nothing much, Jen..❞ you replied.

❝Anyways, shall I give you my gift, then?❞ oh, the gift. Your cheeks flushed red the moment you heard it.

You remember arguing in your dreams on saying how you need a boyfriend as your Christmas gift to 'god', which was unfortunately heard by him.

And from that very moment, he's been telling you that he will give you a boyfriend as a Christmas gift.

❝Shut up!❞ you whined.

Suddenly, he took a big box and gave you. Did he pack you a boyfriend? But is that even possible?

Sike.

❝Come on. Open it.❞ and you did.

You opened the box, only to find so many pieces of papers.

❝The fuck is this?❞ you deadpanned, receiving a smack from him.

❝Idiot! Look well inside the box.❞ and you did see again only to find a cute miniature figure.

But you looked clearly, squinting your eyes only to find resemblances of Jeno in it.

❝What is this?❞

❝A boyfriend for you.❞ Jeno smiled, eyes almost disappearing.

That was enough to set a whole zoo in your stomach. Heat slowly rose to your cheeks, releasing Jeno was almost referring to himself as your boyfriend.

❝W-What...❞ you stuttered with a blushing cheeks.

❝I didn't have time to make a Renjun figure, so I gave you mine which I had since ever.❞ Jeno pouted.

Oh, not that 'crush' on Renjun.

Jeno had misunderstood that you have a crush on Renjun because he caught you sneaking a box of chocolates inside his locker, which you did. Did for Jaemin who didn't have the balls to do it.

You mentally shaked your head in disappointment. How much you wanted to say that you liked him, not Renjun.

He then showed you a apologetic smile and said: ❝You wanted a boyfriend, I'll give you one.❞

The male knew he fucked up. What was he even thinking? He could have simply given you a teddy bear and call it a day. But he had to do this.

❝Hey, you can imagine it as Renju--❞ Jeno was cut off when you hugged him. Now he felt even more bad for giving the most simplest gift ever.

❝I'm sor-❞

❝No, I love it so much, Jeno. You have no idea..❞

A smile made its way to Jeno's lips when he heard it. Only if he was your real boyfriend…

Jeno passed many couples making out in the process of searching you. The moment he stepped into the balcony of Chenle's richass guest house with two red cups, he found you and came closer. He looked at you, who was looking at the trees and feeling the breeze.

He admired your side view. You were his best friend for years, who called your maths teacher a 'squeaky grocery cart' because he was constantly making you solve other's (read: math) problems. You were the first girl he ever befriended. The first girl he fell in love with.

❝You okay?❞ the boy coughed awkwardly, before turning away with red cheeks. ❝Here❞ He said, handing the cup to you.

You thanked him, before taking a sip from it.

❝Anyways.. I know you weren't really happy with my gift.❞

Who wouldn't be happy with a miniature figure of your crush? You are 100% happy with it. You wouldn't even mind carrying it all day or cuddling with it (though it's too small for that).

❝Since this isn't enough, I'll give you another gift.❞ The alcohol in your system making it all hot for you. ❝Still a boyfriend.❞

With confusion written on your face and the alcohol heavy enough to make a mess inside your head, you asked: ❝What?❞

❝Boom! Surprise!❞ Jeno shouted with a victorious smile.

There it was again, a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Oh, Hello Butterflies.

❝I'll be your boyfriend!❞ Jeno said with a wide smile.

That was the last thing you remember before passing out.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

That was the only thing you could feel right now. Your head hurt like a bitch and your whole body felt like it was thrown on a field of thorns.

❝Ugh!❞ with a groan you sat up on the bed after hearing loud screech from dolphin named as Chenle.

At the same moment, you felt another body pulling you closer causing you to yelp. But that felt awfully warm and cozy.

Wait, what? You just realised what was happening the moment you opened your eyes only to see a familiar man cuddling you.

Jeno Lee.

But who are we kidding? We all know that Jeno is a loud sleeper whose snores are too loud for your liking.

So since when did he slept so quiet? He sure is acting up.

❝Lee Jeno.❞ you called out in threatening tone, knowing that he wouldn't want to get on your bad side early in the morning.

❝Mm.. Sorry.. I did try to be quite as possible as I could..❞ the boy slurred sleepily.

❝And why is that?❞ you asked suspiciously.

❝because you don't like noise..❞ oh.

The moment was cut off when a human dolphin Zhong Chenle barged inside the room, ❝Bitches, itz breakie time. Whoohoo!❞

Damn, how did he even manage to have THIS energy early in the morning, when you're practically suffering because of a hangover.

Both shake your head at his energy and giggled when you heard kun saying him to shut up.

❝Let's dig in!❞ The oldest, Taeil said, making every single soul happy in that room, as all of you eat the delicacies.

While all of you were sitting in the dining room of the rich ass house Chenle owned, everyone were in their own little world talking and teasing each other.

Jeno, who happened to sit beside you, was determined to annoy you. He leaned closer to your ear and blew a mouthful of air.

❝What the fuck!❞ you whisper-shouted to him, for which you only received a laugh as reply and he stuck his tongue out.

It was your time of revenge. You smirked as you took a glass of water and when he looked away to talk with jisung, you poured a very little amount of water on his head.

He turned angrily as he thought of your weakness. Sensitivity. He placed his spoon down and attacked you with tickles.

❝J-Jen, Je-no stop! s-stop!❞ you were out of air and Jeno finally decided to stop when Taeyong's voice spoke.

❝Now let's talk about you two. We saw you talking about something yesterday.. so what is it, huh?❞ taeyong asked with a teasing smile. Like this what you practically call it as 'when a boy likes you, everyone knows it except you' moment.

Every single person in that room knew about Jeno's crush on you except your own self. Oblivious, smh.

❝Y/N, I think it’s the time to reveal..❞ Jeno said with a smile, almost sounding like suspense.

❝What? Is she pregnant and you're the daddy?❞ Johnny asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows, receiving a hard smack from Ten. ❝Oww! Why would you hit me?❞ The tall Chicago guy whined, too big to be cute.

❝Noo! That’s not it! Or maybe at least not yet..❞ You knew it was a joke, but that didn't stop you from getting flustered. ❝S-Shut up, Jeno!!❞

❝Okay, enough! Enough. Now, Jeno continue.❞ It’s always Taeyong for rescue.

❝O-Okay… I…❞ Jeno said before standing and raising his right hand, before announcing ❝Y/N and me are getting married!❞

❝Ouch. Ouch, Carefull, girlfriend.❞ Jeno whined when he felt a sting of the antiseptic liquid on his forehead.

Now, you might ask what happened to this boy. Well, he is currently drinking his own medicine. He messed up with you by spouting nonsense which, led to him getting a good hit with a fork on his head. Though you unintentionally only hit him, the guilt was this close to make you cry.

Ignoring the stupid butterflies, you ask the question for which you have been wanting answer since the very moment Jeno got hit. ❝Now tell me, Jen. Why did you say something like that?❞

❝Like what?❞ He asks pretending to be innocent. But you're his friend.

❝Jeno Lee.❞ Nothing, just a threatening call of his full name from you, made him pout.

❝Y/N-ie, if I am your boyfriend, then I'll marry you right?❞ You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. At this point, you can't even tell whether this is a joke or not.

❝Jeno, stop this act. You don't have to do it.❞ You said softly.

❝Please, Y/N-ie. I wanna do it.. Or at least till you confess to Renjun.❞ Yeah, he is just doing this for you. Not because he has any 'feelings' for you.

At least this way, I can feel how it is to have you as my girlfriend. Jeno thought.

If someone needs to see how a son behaves when his mom nags at him, they could simply come to the swimming pool of Chenle's house, where you and Jeno are currently standing.

❝Help me, you little bitch!❞ a scream comes again.

❝Jeno, please. Renjun needs help right now.❞ You practically beg, standing near the pool.

❝Bu-But I'm your boyfriend!❞ Jeno stomps his foot acting like a five-year-old. Oh dear, how good it would be if it is true.

❝Jeno, stop! He's literally drowning.❞ You say releasing his hand which was holding back yours, before jumping into the pool to save the drowning boy.

Jeno stood there, absolutely heartbroken. This is a small thing but it did make him realise the fact that no matter how hard he tries, you will always choose Renjun. A sad smile formed on his face.

❝Jeno, Come here, dude!❞ Jeno's friend, Mark called him.

With a heavy heart, he walks to his friend. The sight of you dragging a shirtless Renjun, only with a two piece. From far, it seemed like a girlfriend hugging her boyfriend.

❝Aww, man! Are you still in Y/N feels?❞ Mark asks when he sees the smiling angel's eyes on you. ❝I mean, I get it, that you love her so much. But what is the point of wasting time here, hmm? How about you man up and confess to her?❞

❝You speak as if I'm not willing to confess to her! I-I just… don't wanna ruin our friendship…❞ Ruining his friendship with you for his love? Hell no! He would rather watch you being with your crush rather than not being friends with you.

The only circumstance he would do that is when he is 100% sure that you like him back.

❝Jeno, you'll never know unless you confess yourself.❞ How much Jeno wants to sass back saying that just because he is in a relationship now, he can't go and advice people.

Afterall, Mark beginned as a pussy too.

❝Renjun, you okay?❞ You asked the most obvious question. Of course, he was not okay!

❝Einstein, do I look okay?!❞ Even in the panting, this guy managed to sass back at you. The Chinese coughed a few more times before coming back to his senses.

❝For someone who doesn't know how to swim, why would you even jump into the pool?❞ You ask him, in a mom like voice.

❝Exactly! Why would I jump?! That mouse of a boy Jisung pushed me!❞ He whined at you, eyes speedily searching for the youngest.

❝There's that little shit! Park Jisung! Stop!❞ Renjun yelled, before running behind Jisung.

All you could do was chuckle at their childish antics. You stood up to see Jeno standing there.

❝Oh hey there-❞ You started only to get cut off by Jeno.

❝We need to talk, come to my room.❞ For Jeno, it's now or never.

You opened the door, only to find the muscular back of a man. That man is your man, Jeno.

❝Jeno?❞ You called out hoping for an answer, moving close to him, who was standing near the window.

But you were left surprised when you saw that tears were almost threatening to fall out of his eyes.

❝Jeno? What's wron-❞ Before you could finish, the boy hugged you tight. His warm breath hitting your neck.

❝Why are you crying, hm?❞ You asked in a soft voice you could muster up.

❝I'm no-❞ His voice betrayed him, breaking softly as his tears were now freely falling.

❝Don't cry, Jen.❞ You brought your hands to his head, slowly patting it.

❝Don't make me jealous, again! Ever, bambi!❞ The always smiling angel was now crying in your arms.

Bambi?

❝Bambi?❞ you ask raising your eyebrows.

❝Yup! You are my bambi. That's my nickname for you!❞ he says with a smile.

❝A'ight Boyfriend!❞ you teased him, to ease the atmosphere. The Christmas gift long forgotten.

❝I'm your boyfriend, right? Shall I do what a boyfriend does?❞ Jeno whispered, raising his head from your shoulder.

Too immersed in the moment, you saw his eyes moving to your lips. You might be oblivious about his feelings but you weren't that dumb not to know what he was trying to do.

Sure, you had thought about kissing Jeno. Daydreaming about how those pink plump lips would feel over yours. You have imagined kissing under the rain or somewhere more romantic, not in Chenle's guest house and a bikini.

But with Jeno anything is ok.

After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, Jeno leaned in, painfully slow.

He leaned so close to you, so close you almost can't feel your legs. That one stupid organ beating too hard against your ribs, making you doubt whether is it even healthy. All those different species of butterflies finding a residence in your stomach, yet again.

❝Please, don't kill me.❞ he whispered. In fact this guy is going to be the death of you.

And finally he kissed you.

His lips so soft on yours, almost perfectly moulding with you. Both the lips danced with each other in a perfect rhythm. A soft tickle of his breath over your lips. Jeno's lips were sweet, effortlessly so sweet like honey.

Your heart was not calming even when he broke the kiss off, panting.

You looked up at him, seeing him touch his lips with a very small smile. Realising you have been looking at him, Jeno looks at you.

No, this isn't it!

Before you could even say anything, Jeno turned and ran out of the room, while you stand there shook and heartbroken.

He just kissed me for fun, not because he had feelings for me.

You can't even understand why Jeno would leave you half naked, after kissing like his life depended. Weren't you a good kisser? Aren't you sexy enough?

You fell on your knees, letting the tears fall.

❝Mark! Help me!❞ Jeno cut off mark who was busy making out with his boyfriend, barging inside the room like he owned it.

❝What the fu- Wait, Are you crying?❞ Mark realised that the strong boy, Jeno was crying.

Not letting the older talk anymore, Jeno hugged mark tightly, not finding the jealous stare from Donghyuck.

❝I-I fucked up…❞

❝Oh… Oh! You did fuck up pretty bad!❞ Mark said, after hearing the flashback Jeno said.

Who would even leave your crush after you kiss them?! Well, Jeno would.

❝You know, that doesn't make me feel any better…❞ Jeno whined. He came here to get any advice from this 'wise man', but all he ever heard all the while was him interrupting every time he described the moment.

❝But Jeno why would you do that? Don't you like her?❞ Donghyuck asked carefully, not to make the situation even worse.

❝I don't know. I don't even know what came over me hyuck!❞ Jeno let out, frustratedly. He is in a utter state of depression.

❝I was scared! I was scared that she would push me or ignore me, that's why I myself came before she could do anything like that.❞ A frustrated sigh let his mouth as he gripped his hair hard before burying his head in his palm.

Donghyuck saw it. He couldn't bear seeing his friend suffering from a heartbreak that probably never existed. He is fed up seeing both of them being so oblivious about each other's feelings.

❝Okay,Jeno. Listen. Tomorrow is the last day we're going to be here and you confess to her. As far as I know, she doesn't has any crush on Renjun..❞ Donghyuck says, ❝In a relationship, you should be open to each other. Though your not in one yet, why don't you talk to her rather making up things? What if she likes you back? Wouldn't that be awesome? You'll only know it when you talk to her... Just do it, Jeno.❞ Donghyuck finished, getting a wide eye from him boyfriend.

❝Who… who are you? And where is my sunflower?❞ Mark asks dramatically, receiving a eye roll from his boyfriend.

❝Really? But she has a crush on-❞ Jeno started, only to be cut off soon by Mark.

❝Did she tell you?❞ Mark asked the question that made Jeno freeze.

❝But- But she gave him chocol-❞

❝Can't friends give chocolates to each other, Jeno? Think about it… She doesn't have a crush on him.❞ Donghyuck tried make his friend understand what the real deal is.

❝Yeah… you're right… She never told me…❞ Jeno told as if he had discovered something.

❝Yes! She doesn't like him!❞ Jeno screamed in happiness, immediately going in a hug with both of them. Hugging the both of them tight enough to make them go out air.

❝I-I don't know, Jaem…❞ You body tightened the hug as you continue soaking his shirt. That poor boy just wanted to call you for eating, but his heart broke when he saw you on the floor, sobbing.

Tightening the bed sheet that Jaemin gave you to cover your body, tears poured out freely.

❝Y/N-ie, you will never know what he feels like, unless you talk to him…❞ Jaemin is tired, like everyone else in that house. The only person who doesn't know Jeno doesn't like you is you.

❝Jeno.. Jeno thinks that I like Renjun and... I don't even know Jaemin...❞ You share your sorrow with that bunny boy.

❝Oh god.. Why don't you people sort out these misunderstanding rather than living with it.❞ Jaemin sounds depressed.

❝How Jaem? I don't know if he even like me or not... What if he doesn't like me? I can't afford to loose him..❞ You worry for something you've never tried.

❝Sweetie, you'll never know if you don't try... You know we are leaving tomorrow, right? Don't waste this chance, okay?❞ Jaemin says softly.

That boy has a point. Maybe you shouldn't waste this chance…

❝Okay, Jaem… but why haven't confessed yet to Renjun..?❞ That made him blush.

He literally gave you a whole lecture on how to man up and confess, but here he is, being a loser.

❝T-That… That I-I… I have to… Yeah…❞ The boy stutters. If it weren't the fact that you are in pain, you would've definitely teased the hell out of him.

Not having energy to do so, you just yawned letting the boy put the shirt through your head.

❝Sleep tight. My mom says that a nap after a cry is so heavenly.❞ That boy giggles and you just mustered up a smile.

After this nap, I'm going to definitely talk to him!

The knock of the door, woke you up from your slumber. Rubbing your eyes to get a clear vision, you groaned. Jaemin left the door open, why would they knock!!

❝Just come in!❞ you said from inside, slowly gaing back your consciousness.

The door opened to reveal a boy, the boy who broke your heart's best friend, Mark Lee. Not like he is not yours but for this kind of situation, this is the way to describe Lmao.

❝Sleepy head! Come let's go!❞ Mark grabbed you hands and dragged you out of the room.

❝Okay mark, but where? Lemme at least wear some pan-❞ You ask, trying to grab any pants that your eyes catch.

But the Canadian cuts you off.

❝Dinner Is more important that pant, anyways.❞ He says, shrugging.

What? Dinner? Did you sleep that long?

❝It's night already…❞ You murmur as you let Mark drag you.

That means, your time is slowly ticking off from your hands.

❝Cheers!!❞ all of you raised your cups, before drinking the wine, a familiar sensation surpassing your throat as a satisfied groan silently came out. The hot food being an equalizer with the cold climate. Goosebumps on your thighs making your shiver.

A cold hand suddenly comes in contact with your bare thighs, sending shivers down your spine.

You turned to your right, to see a jealous puppy, which almost looked like it would bite its owner.

❝Why the heck are you not wearing any pants? Want to show these pretty legs to all?❞ Okay, is he scolding you or complimenting you? And why is he suddenly caring about you?

❝Thanks..? but what's wrong in me not wearing pants?❞ You ask squinting your eyes, not minding lowering your voice, since the table has Donghyuck, Lucas and Chenle.

❝Umm… your legs… I… Your.❞ that boy stutters, the tip of his ears slowly turning red.

❝You, what Jeno?❞ you ask, suppressing the urge to coo at this sight.

❝I-I… It's-It's winter, yeah. Don't you know it will be cold?❞

Yup, he said that because it's winter. Definitely not because he's jealous. Acting as if he didn't kill Johnny with his eyes, for looking at you as if you were a prey.

❝Ohh… It's okay, Jeno. I'm fine.❞ the disappointment evident in your voice. He just cares for you as a friend.

❝No, it's not!❞ That boy was fast enough to remove his hoodie and put it on over your legs.

❝And you don't get to remove it, bambi❞ he whispered the last part in your ears, turning you into a tomato.

Is he still trying to continue that stupid boyfriend-girlfriend game after what happened?

Despite feeling shy, you turned away, trying to ignore him.

❝Meet me in the balcony after dinner. I have something for you.❞ He whispers, sensually, tucking your hair behind your ears. That action causing a zoo in your stomach.

When did I even eat that many animals? Ugh!

As much as you didn't want to go, your legs dragged itself to the balcony. Not because you wanted to go. A fucking lie.

You step into the balcony, to find Jeno Lee, the man of your dreams, looking around.

Hearing footsteps, he turns to find you standing in a hoodie and sweatpants. A smile forms on his face after seeing that it's his hoodie.

❝Hey Bambi…❞ No matter how angry you are, that nickname can make you go all soft.

❝What do you want, Jeno?❞ You ask him, trying to keep the situation serious, though your cheeks showed how flustered you are.

Clearing the throat, he, too tried to be serious.

Why was he suddenly feeling crying?

❝Y-Y/N… I-I… like you…❞

❝What the fuck, Jeno! I'm sorry but I don't like you…❞ you said, before turning and walking away.

What just happened? Did you just shatter all of his dreams? Did you really… This feels like a effin' nightmare!

❝Jeno! Jeno?❞

Or what if it actually is?

Jeno woke with cold sweat rolling down his forehead and tears streaming down his cheeks, as he heard your voice call him.

Opening his eyes, he met with your worried ones. Without a second thought, Jeno dove into your arms and continued sobbing in your chest.

❝Shh. Jeno, It's alright. It's just a dream. It's okay, I'm here…❞ You said softly, running your hand through his hair, hugging him tightly.

So, it was actually a nightmare. It's just a nightmare. Did he just fall asleep on the couch waiting for you?

❝Y-Y/N-ie… Please, Don't leave me…❞ The boy sobs onto your chest, damning the hoodie with his tears. But that's the least of your concern right now.

❝Jeno, why would I leave you, huh?❞ You ask him.

❝Because…❞ Guess it's the time…

❝Because I like you! No, no I love you. But- But you like Renjun.. You are going to leave me.❞ Jeno sobs harder, clutching onto you like his depends on it.

What… Jeno likes you? Okay.

Wait, what?! This fucking crush of yours likes you back?!? Damn!

❝Jeno, what do you… Oh wow.❞ You break the hug and stare at him, astonished. Yet, sitting so close, foreheads almost touching.

❝Say something…❞ Jeno whispers hoarsely. ❝I'll accept whatever your opinion is…❞ He continued, pretending to be strong.

This is the moment, Y/N. Just confess it!

And guess what? You finally did it!

❝Jeno… I-I like you too… And no, I don't like Renjun…❞ You whisper.

You expected him to be surprised or even burst into tears once again, but when you saw him smile and hug again, Surprised became an understatement.

❝I knew…❞ The smiling angel replied sheepishly.

Okay, what was he planning?

❝What…❞

❝Sorry, but I heard you talking to Jaemin…❞ He locked you so hard in the hug that you weren't even able to look him and scold.

❝Jeno, I don't… I don't understand… What…❞ You still are confused as hell.

❝Morning after I… left.. I realised and came back to apologise but… then I heard you talking to Jaemin… And yeah…❞ Jeno said.

He literally made you a fool!

You wiggle in his arm, trying to break the hug. ❝Jeno, leave me you bitch!❞

He broke the hug finally with a laugh. You hit his chest repeatedly, but that made Jeno giggle.

Soon, the laughter died, just the cliche staring. Nothing in your mind, just you and Jeno. But then one question came to your mind.

❝If you heard me, then why did you cry…?❞ you question him.

Getting embarrassed, Jeno said: ❝I was still a bit… scared..that you would choose him over me…❞ In a very small voice, like the ones of a scared baby.

❝Oh, Jeno.❞ You pull him again in a hug. Then, Jeno says something making your heart thump.

❝Can I kiss you?❞ The puppy whispered. Who are you to say no? Right, No one!

❝Only of you promise me not to leave this time…❞ you whispered back, indicating that you still have some untouched business left.

❝I'm sorry bambi…❞ Oh that nickname, damn he knew his ways.

❝I promise you not to leave… not just now but forever. Even if you want to leave, you can't.❞ He whispers, giggling in the end.

❝Then, I'm happy.❞ You say with a smile, before pulling him into a kiss. A kiss full of love and care.

A warm feeling bloomed in your chest, heart ramming against your ribs. Bringing your hands up, you tangle with his hair as his hands makes its way to your waist. A gentle squeeze, forcing a gasp out of your mouth, giving him enough space to enter his tongue, exploring the warmth of your mouth.

You both break the kiss, breathing heavily with dreamy smiles on your lips, foreheads resting on each other.

❝I love you, bambi.❞ Jeno whispers against your lips.

❝I love you more, Jen. And thank you for the best Christmas gift ever.❞ You reply, before capturing his lips once again.

And that's how your life with Jeno started. Started with a Christmas gift.

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