Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, use of n-word, office sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise
Word count: 3.4k
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Kinktober 2025 Masterlist
The gym was once again quiet, and you only got this type of quiet after midnight. You were halfway through locking the front doors when you heard a faint click sound that paused you as the back door unlocked.
And then came that laugh you knew all too well, the one you always associated with trouble and, more recently, a facial.
“You ever heard of business hours, Cam?” you called over your shoulder, half-smiling as he stepped through the door.
He gave you a grin, his hoodie hanging loosely, his hairline a bit damp as if he had sprinted to the gym.
“Couldn’t wait till mornin’,” he said, breathless. “Had to show you what a nigga got yesterday.”
Before you could ask, he sat down on the stretching bench and pulled his sock off.
Just above his ankle bone was fresh ink that caught the light from overhead—a small jelly-shaped smear, plum in color.
“No fucking way,” you breathed.
“Yup,” he said, proud. “You got peanut butter, and I got jelly. Consider our promise fulfilled.”
You found yourself crouching down, tracing the clean lines with your eyes. It looked tender and a little swollen—he had obviously just gotten it done.
“You really did it.”
“Of course I did,” he replied in a hushed tone. “Can’t let you soak up all the nostalgia.”
You were shocked, to say the least. It had only been a week since you both lost control in the sauna. Neither of you had said a word to each other or asked what happened next. You both were scared to be the person to rename the friendship you both had for over ten years. You texted a few times daily. Nothing too serious just morning check-ins and silly memes. You had a sinking feeling it was a one-time thing—both of you scratching an itch.
This new development was for sure easing your mind.
He extended his leg next to yours. Both tattoos sat level, reflections perfectly mirroring them in the big mirror across the studio—the peanut butter and the jelly next to each other again. He unlocked his phone and snapped a couple of photos of your ankles, angling it sideways to highlight the matching tattoos.
For a moment, neither one of you spoke. The quiet hum of the vents and faint echo of your heartbeats in unison hung in the still air of the sign-in area.
"You’re such a ridiculous ass, nigga,” you remarked, smiling anyway.
“Maybe,” he replied, looking from your ankle to your eyes. “But now, we match."
You tried to laugh, but the laugh choked somewhere in your throat. The mirror made you and Cameron feel closer together; the two of you, the years apart, and all the things that didn't get said after the sauna that night.
“You sure it's healed enough to be in a gym?" you teased with a thin voice.
"Guess you’ll have to check for me," he murmured, and then, almost under his breath, he added, “You know this means you’re my girlfriend now, right?”
You looked up, half-laughing, and your heart kicked so hard it almost hurt.
"That’s funny, 'cause I don’t remember you askin’ me to be your girlfriend."
He swallowed hard, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Alright then." He leaned forward, eyes steady on yours. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
You blinked at him, warmth flooding from your chest to the tips of your fingers.
“Yes,” you said, and it landed softer than you intended.
He grinned like a man who just found his footing after a lifetime of running too fast. You stood, and he did too; before either of you could think, his arms slid around you, and he pressed his mouth to yours in a kiss. It wasn’t rushed or hesitant; it was just right.
He laughed, that deep, infectious sound that you loved so much. You left him to his weights and music, heading towards the back.
The early-2000s hip-hop thumped low and steady in the empty gym. The kind of bass that should've driven the rhythm. Cam tried to run through curls, presses, and squats. Literally anything to keep his mind from roaming, but it didn't work.
With every lift and with every breath, flashes of your smile when you said yes came back in his mind. The way your fingers had felt clutching at his shoulders in the sauna last week when he was deep in it. The way his name had sounded softer coming out of your mouth now that you were officially his.
He racked the dumbbells and stared at his reflection in the wall-length mirror. Same body, same face, same sweat, yet it all felt rewired somehow.
“Focus, nigga," he muttered, shaking his head. "Weights now, Y/N later."
The next set was sloppy; his grip wasn't as strong. He threw in the towel after the third set, set the weights down with a bang, and leaned against the bench, breathing heavily for reasons other than pushing his last set.
Down the hall, light from your lamp spilled out of the cracked doorway.
You sat at your desk, your pencil tapping lazily against the edge of an open ledger with numbers smearing together in front of you. You had been trying to balance the books for twenty minutes and still had not written a line that added up. It wasn't the math. It was the way your chest kept catching when you thought of how Cam asked you to be his girlfriend—simple, honest, and no hesitation once he started.
After a decade of friendship, it felt rejuvenating to finally have the answer spoken out loud.
You glanced at the mirror across from the steel desk, caught your own reflection, and smiled without meaning to.
Cameron stopped right outside your office door. He paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the knob. From your desk, you could hear his sneakers scuffing the floor before he knocked lightly.
"Door's open, Cam," you called, feigning casualness.
He leaned against the frame once he pushed the door open, towel slung around his neck, a sheen of sweat still clinging to him. The look in his eyes was the same one he got before a big game—focused, but nervous underneath.
“Everything okay, baby?” you asked.
"Yeah," he said, his voice low. "Just…god, I missed you so fuckin’ much this week."
That earned him a smile you couldn't hide.
“You fucked me stupid in my sauna five nights ago.”
“I know, baby,” he said, stepping inside. “I just—I kept thinkin’ about you, about us. About how wild it is that it finally happened…after 11 years of repressed feelings and stolen glances.”
You slammed down the ledger, heart racing.
“I’m not ‘gon even lie, Cam,” you sighed deeply. “It feels good as hell to finally admit the truth.”
He stopped beside your chair, close enough that the heat radiating from his body blurred into yours. The two of you stood framed in the amber desk lamp; your reflections were only a breath apart.
“You know,” he said, almost a whisper, “I tried to work out, but it’s kinda hard when all I can think about is you.”
You met his eyes in the glass, your reflection quaking with a smile. "You tryna say that I'm the reason you couldn't finish those godawful elevated goblet squats?"
He reached out and stroked a stray curl from your temple with his thumb.
"Need you," he murmured softly. "I miss those needy sounds you make when I'm deep in that pussy."
You bit your lip, barely suppressing a needy moan when your thighs clenched. "Cam—"
"Since I didn't get to last week, I’m gonna eat that pussy, and then I'm gonna fuck you on this desk. Any questions before we get started?"
"Fuck no."
You gathered the loose paperwork scattered across your desk and placed the stack in a Manila folder. You tucked the folder in a drawer as you stood from your chair, and he quickly moved it out of the way. His hands hooked under your arms and lifted you onto your desk.
He kneeled down and removed your tennis shoes and socks. He kissed your tattooed ankle one, two times, before gripping the hem of your gym shorts and pulling them down along with your panties.
He tossed them aside, eyes glued to your glistening pussy. His hands gripped your thighs and pulled you to the edge, your legs resting against his back. His nose brushed your clit, and you held your breath.
He slowly and deliberately flicked his tongue up your wet slit, tasting you for real this time.
“Mmm,” he hummed, repeating the tongue motion once more before asking. “You know what you taste like?”
“If you say some lame-ass shit like the pink starburst I swear to—”
He chuckled softly, cutting you off before your rant spiraled deeper. “—Mine, Y/N. You taste like mine.”
The way he said it, low, sure, and possessive, had you dripping even more, heart racing towards an invisible finish line.
His tongue flicked up your slit one more time before circling around your clit in tight formations, focusing all his attention on one little spot that made you cry out while your hands gripped the steel desk. His tongue moved back and forth over your hardened nub in such a way that it shot tingles of pleasure down your spine.
“I could spend all day feasting on this pussy.”
A low whine escaped your lips as he slipped not one but two long fingers inside without warning. Your jerk of surprise was pointless because his other hand’s grip on you practically glued you to your desk.
“Cam, fuuuck!”
You tried to take steadying breaths through your nose, but that didn’t help delay the knot in your belly from loosening.
“I’m about to cum,” you moaned in between shorter breaths, looking down at him eating you like he hadn’t tasted a proper meal in months. He didn’t even say anything. He looked up, locking eyes with you as his lips refused to let go of your clit and his fingers were unwilling to uncurl inside of you.
Your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth dropped as you came. The feeling was so intense it rocked you like rough waves during a storm. Your moans and chants of his name bounced off the walls of your office.
“Fuck yes,” he said after removing his fingers and releasing your clit. “Give me that shit.” His mouth trailed down to lap up your new rush of wetness.
He rose up and crushed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, not giving a damn that you were still trying to catch your breath. You didn’t give a damn either because you kissed him back even harder, tasting yourself as your tongue slipped past his lips.
You raked your fingers up his back, gathering his shirt along the way, the warmth of his skin underneath your nails. He raised his arms, and you bunched it up and off, throwing it to the floor. He stepped back to kick off his sneakers, shorts, and briefs. Both of you were completely naked now, skin to skin. A sensation you were slowly but surely getting obsessed with.
He gripped his erection, stroking the base slowly while the thick tip teased your sensitive clit. You gasped while his hand explored your smooth back, his thumb trailing down your spine until it rested on your hip.
“Please, fuck me,” you whispered against his lips, unable to take the anticipation anymore.
It didn’t sting as much tonight as it did last week. He opened you up more, and you were prepared for it. Still, he groaned at the problematic way your pussy gripped him.
“Oh my fuckin’ g—Cameron,” you gasped softly when you glanced down and watched your walls stretch around his girthy dick as he inched deeper and deeper until he bottomed out.
“Fuuuck,” he exhaled sharply. “Keep moanin’ my name like that, and this ‘gon be over quicker than it started.”
You failed to suppress a giggle. You wrapped your arms around his neck tighter and leaned forward until your lips grazed his ear.
“Cameron,” you moaned again, softer this time, dragging the n out a few seconds longer than necessary
“Oh, you think that’s funny?” The corners of his mouth curved up and into a little smirk as he watched your laugh break off into a sharp gasp as he pulled halfway out and plunged back in, fucking you deep and hard.
“Yes, yes, yes,” your moans came out raspy, breasts bouncing as he continued fucking you deep. “Don’t stop, please.” You were already so close to the edge.
“You like the way I fuck this pussy?” He asked, hips slamming against yours faster now.
You nodded your head.
“Uh-uh,” he tsked. “Use your words, baby.”
“I—oh fuck—I love the way you fuck me.”
“This pussy mine?”
“Yessss! This is your pussy!”
“Good ‘cause I love this pussy.”
“I established that five minutes ago when you were eatin’ my pussy like it was your cheat meal.”
“Well, establish it again while I’m strokin’ this perfect pussy.”
His words of praise and the way he looked down into your eyes sent you over the edge.
You came with a loud moan, eyes fluttering closed as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. He fucked you through it, unable to decide on where to look, bright eyes flickering back and forth between your face and pussy.
“Goddamn,” he groaned deeply, shifting the angle of his hips slightly before setting yet another ruthless pace. “You take this dick so good, baby —fuck— and you look so pretty while doin’ it.”
You couldn’t even respond. The relentless pace he set damn near knocked the air from your lungs and the crown of his dick pushed against your g-spot over and over. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream.
“Ooooh,” he chuckled, smug grin plastered right back on his ridiculous ass pretty ass face. “I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?”
You still were unable to speak; the choked-off sobs and your pussy getting wetter were answer enough.
He continued, “That’s okay, baby. You ain’t gotta answer. I can tell by the way you’re grippin’ me and that look on your face like you about to cry.”
“Cameron.”
“Y/N.”
“Cameron.”
“Y/N.”
“Cam—I —holy fuck— I don’t think I can cum again.”
“That’s okay because I know you can.”
“Cam—“
“—You need some more help?” He asked, slipping a hand between you to pinch your clit, circling it fast with the pads of his pointer and middle finger. “I got you, baby. Stop holdin’ that shit in.” He bit into your bottom lip and tugged your mouth open, driving his tongue into your mouth, hellbent on devouring you just as roughly there as he was ravishing your soaked pussy.
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
“Shit, shit, shit,” you cried out, abdominal muscles putting in overtime as you tried to push back another orgasm. Your thighs trembled weakly while hot tears stung the corners of your brown eyes.
What was he trying to prove? To be fair, he fucked you stupid last week, but not like this. It made sense, though, because why would friend dick be the same as boyfriend dick…
“I know you heard me,” he growled into your mouth, swallowing your choked sobs. “Cum on this dick.”
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
You yanked away from his lips with a boisterous curse, “Fuck!” The third climax ripped through you so hard your vision became spotty for a few seconds. You had blinked repeatedly, chest heaving and throat burning from the harshness of your scream.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised, letting out a sharp grunt as you contracted and pulsed around him, creaming down his length. “Boa constrictors ain’t got shit on this pussy, and I don’t need no peer-reviewed article to prove it.”
You would have burst into laughter right then and there but you were still trying to push through the aftershocks and gather your scrambled thoughts. When you two were in middle school, he had this unbearable phase where he was obsessed with snakes. It was ridiculous how he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about them, especially the anacondas and pythons.
“Look at that,” he crooned, eyes looking down at the cream coating his dick, a sight that would forever be etched into his memory. “This only the second time we fuckin’ and you already cryin’ and gushin’ on my dick.”
You had to swallow a few times to ease the soreness of your strained laryngeal muscles. “Shut the fuck up, nigga.”
“Oh, I’m never shuttin’ up about this, baby.” He promised, tilting his head back as he chuckled. You knew his smug ass wasn’t going to let you live this down. That’s okay. You were already plotting on all the toe-curling ways you could get him back.
His amusement subsided when he leaned forward and cupped your face, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “Your tears and cum belong to me now. Say it.”
“My tears and come belong to you, Cam.”
“Damn fuckin’ right.” He nodded, letting out a satisfied hum as he circled his hips and rocked into you slowly. “You’re gonna have to get used to cummin’ at least twice before I do, Y/N.”
“Camer—“
“—You tellin’ me you don’t like your new girlfriend perks?”
“Hell nah. I ain’t even say no—nothing.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“You better be the one nuttin’ next, nigga, because I can’t cum again. I will pass smooth the fuck out on this desk.”
“Alright, baby,” he snorted softly. “You want me to nut?”
“Yes, please,” you nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as his thrusts sharpened with each passing second. “I th-think you’ve earned it.”
“I’m about to cum,” he warned through a mix of hisses and grunts. “Where—ah shit—where do you want it this time, baby?”
“It’s your pussy, right?” You replied as you cupped his face and pulled him down into a sloppy kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips and curling against yours. “Cum wherever you want to, baby,” you added, once you broke the kiss.
His thrusts faltered, but only for a second. “My girl got a dangerous mouth and a dangerous ass pussy to go right with it.” He let out a low, guttural groan, nostrils flaring and eyes glazing over with so much lust the shade of green in his irises seemed to darken. “That’s enough to stunt most niggas, but nah, not me. That only makes me want you ever more.”
“Good thing you ain’t like most niggas.”
“You know I’m not pullin’ out, right?” He huffed, launching into a rhythm so merciless you had to suck in a sharp breath. He continued. “I’m gonna cum deep inside this messy ass little pussy.”
“Yes, please,” you begged, letting out a shaky breath. “I —mmm— want to feel it. Cum inside me, Cameron.”
His hands gripped your hips so tightly you could feel his nails digging into your skin. He was without a doubt going to leave thumbprints on your skin.
“Shit—I’m about to cum.” Cameron warned one last time, panting harshly and muttering nonsense as he rutted into you erratically, coming so hard he shouted and jerked until a hump in his back made a guest appearance.
The first rope of come that shot inside of you made you jolt right along with him. You would have let out an ear-piercing scream if your voice hadn't already been shot to hell as another climax ripped through your body, surprising you both. The second rope caused the dam to collapse. Tears of bliss roll down your cheeks. The filthy noises you made were so desperate you’d be a tiny bit embarrassed had you not been so far gone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” a drawn-out whimper fell from his lips as your walls clamped down hard, milking him of every last drop he had.
He collapsed forward, and you fell back onto the steel, unfazed as he rested his weight on top of you. You clung to each other as your heaving breaths calmed. You could almost hear your heart rate settling as the minutes ticked on by.
“Touchdown!” You blurted, voice hoarse and tired, as you raised a weak fist. He burst into laughter, and soon you joined him, shoulders bouncing as you both cracked up, still glued to each other on top of the desk, snickering like fools.
- In which you and Megan decided to keep everything a secret, hiding your relationship from everyone. You sneak quick kisses in hallways and hold hands under tables, convinced that you two are the most discreet people ever.
Spoiler alert: You are not.
● (fluff)
● (tiny dash of lemon)
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a/n: the part two for "No Homo!" I had so much fun writing this lmao
the part one is right here!
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"You idiot, you left your bra on my bed!"
"They won't notice that we'll be gone for a few minutes, come ooon."
"I think no one's home, hurry."
For the past three weeks since you and Megan got together. That's what your members had been enduring.
Hushed whispers, stolen kisses, closed off doors, thinking that you two were being discreet. You were even proud about it because you both thought that you were doing a good job on being subtle. Well, you're not.
Absolutely not.
The walls have ears, and apparently, very good eyes too. Everyone noticed. Everyone knew. They were just waiting to see how long you two would keep up the act. Although, their patience was running a bit thin now.
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"I get where you're all at but the least we could do right now is remain oblivious. They'll die out of embarrassment if they knew that we knew all along." Sophia spoke out, sat on the middle of the sofa, legs crossed.
"Sophia, you don't get it, it was like watching dogs humping under the covers. They literally forgot that I was also rooming with them." Lara exclaimed out, voice high pitched due to stress as she flailed her hands around. "They didn't even notice me storming out!"
"Oh, dear god.." The Filipina only facepalmed, sighing. She did not need that very graphic imagery.
"Last night, I couldn't even sleep without remembering how Megan was practically smooching Y/n's face off." Manon, who was at the other end of the couch, stared at nothing, eating her peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a dazed look. The girl looked like she lived and experienced both World War 1 and 2, and to be honest, she'd rather choose that than witness her two members, not-so-innocently grinding against each other.
"Surely, it can't be that bad, it's just innocent kisse-"
"She's eating her face, Sophia. Megan is practically eating her face!" Manon cut the Filipina off with a dramatic hiss, staring intently like she was a war veteran suffering from severe PTSD.
At this stage, she’s surprised Megan hasn’t just swallowed you whole.
Sophia just sighed once again, rubbing her temple. They were all currently having a group meeting in the living room—minus you and Megan, obviously, seeing as you two were the very reason this meeting had to happen in the first place.
After receiving countless of complaints and traumatic narrations, the leader had finally decided enough was enough and called everyone together to discuss the absolute chaos going on in the house ever since you two started subtly dating. It was less of a relationship and more of a natural disaster at this point.
"Okay, let's all relax. Everyone, let's just calm down." Sophia said dryly. "And don't yell, Manon. They're literally just in a room down the hallway."
"You're telling me I'm yelling?" Manon whisper-yelled, pointing at her chest dramatically. "Am I fucking yelling right now?"
"And you just- you can't even look away once you see them! You can't! It’s like watching a car crash! I’m physically unable to look away! They were devouring each other, Soph!" Manon was practically going into psychosis at that point.
Daniela, seated beside Yoonchae on the corner of the couch, clutched the small cross around her neck, murmuring Latin prayers under her breath like she was preparing for the Rapture. Sophia immediately swatted her arm at that.
"Don't even! You're acting like they're both being possessed."
"Possessed by teenage hormones, sure." Lara chimed in, snickering while she flopped down on the carpeted floor, adjusting her hoodie.
"I saw them." Yoonchae spoke out, the youngest staring wide-eyed at the space Daniela is sitting on at the couch. "Last week. At that spot."
"Saw what?" Daniela asked out, her eyes flickering nervously at the cushion she's holding on her lap then back to Yoonchae.
The youngest just stared at her.
"Saw what, Yoonchae!?" Daniela asked again, voice cracking as she prayed that it wasn't what she's thinking of. Please, dear God, anything but that.
Yoonchae stared at the spot then back to Daniela before finally muttering. "Boombayah."
That was the final straw. The Latina screeched, launching herself off the couch and onto the floor, taking Lara down with her in the process.
Absolute chaos erupted.
Sophia practically levitated off the sofa, spraying disinfectant everywhere like it was holy water, dousing herself and Yoonchae completely. Lara was screaming bloody murder while Daniela frantically rubbed her clothes against her hoodie, trying to physically transfer the disgust she was feeling onto someone else.
"What the fuck?!"
"Lord, give me strength."
"I'm gonna throw up!"
"Somebody get the bleach!"
"Bring two. One for the couch and one for me to chug. I am officially done with y'all." Manon muttered, hastily wrapping up her half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Meanwhile, while they were practically panicking and this close to attending a group therapy, you and Megan were at your shared room, bundled up under the covers, flirting every second and giggling over stupid videos you sent to each other as if you didn't start a war unknowingly at the living room.
"You know, we're actually doing pretty good at this hiding thingy." You murmured out, pressing a soft kiss at Megan's cheek as you nuzzled against her shoulder, watching her scroll on TikTok.
"Right? They don't even have a clue." Megan snickered, laughing at a random video of a cat slapping a piece of salami repeatedly.
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It was around 6 in the evening when the bass started vibrating through the walls. You and Megan had locked yourselves in your room, blasting some playlist at maximum volume, obviously trying to drown out… well, everything else.
"I swear to God, if Gangnam Style plays one more time, I'm jumping off the window. Couldn't you have at least made a more sexier playlist?" You rolled your eyes, letting out a soft hiss as Megan bit your shoulder, her slender fingers mapping your body like it was claiming territory. You were currently both half-naked at the bed, the bi-colored hair girl sprawled on top of you, skin warm, face flushed, and lip gloss smeared.
"I have to put on loudass party songs so they wouldn't know we're fucking in here!" Megan retorted, glaring at you as she bit on her lower lip when your hand tugged on her hair.
"You're yelling at me?" You raised your eyebrow to which the other girl just huffed at but replied nonetheless. ".. No."
"That's what I thought." You murmured out before pulling Megan down into another kiss, tongues meeting, teeth clashing as you both drowned in each other's desperation and desire.
Megan let out a soft sound against your mouth, your hands cupping her thighs as you gave it a soft squeeze, causing for the Hawaiian to start grinding her hips against yours once more, desperate for friction, anything to ease the building tension on her lower stomach.
You two were starting to get heated up again, hands fumbling to discard the rest of your clothes, lips locking together into sloppy kisses, it felt perfect. It felt right.
"That feels good.." Megan murmured against your lips, her knee slotting between your thighs as she starts to grind against your leg.
You only let out a soft shaky sigh against her, pulling away to press soft kisses from her jaw down to the base of her shoulder. The intimacy, the charged tension, you love it, you love how both of you share the same desire to make each other feel good.
"Fuck.. That's it-"
"I stay out too late!
Got nothing in my brain!
That's what people say-ay, hm, hm,
That's what people say-ay, hm, hm."
Your words were halted when you were pulled out of your hazed state by the sudden abrupt song playing at the speaker. All of your libido that had built up immediately thrown out of the roof.
"Shake It Off? Seriously?" You deapanned to which Megan just groaned. Yeah, she really needs to fix that playlist.
Outside in the living room, the rest of your members were just trying to exist.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lara groaned, throwing her head back against the sofa. "They’re literally trying to recreate an earthquake in there. What the hell are they even doing?"
"Do we really want to know?" Manon deadpanned, staring blankly at the wall as if she could see right through it. "I’m pretty sure the music isn’t for dancing, Lara. It’s a cover-up. A very, very loud cover-up."
"Oh my god." Sophia facepalmed so hard it echoed. "I do not need this image in my head. I am begging you both to stop talking."
"Listen, I’m just saying!" Lara threw her hands up, trying to justify what she meant. "I mean, what, they're fucking to Shake It Off by Taylor Swift?"
"Possibly." Daniela murmured, hugging her knees to her chest. "They're literally both freaky down to the core, Happy Birthday could fucking play and they would get down to it."
The others only groaned on disgust at the girl's statement, Sophia smacking the Latina right in the face with a pillow.
"Aye! What? I'm just saying the truth."
"We don't need the truth, we need therapy."
"The worst part," Manon added out after a moment. "they think they’re being smart. They think ‘oh if we play loud music no one will hear anything’. But no, we hear it, we hear everything. We just choose to sit here and suffer in silence."
"Remind me why we’re still pretending not to notice?" Yoonchae asked out, the poor girl looking traumatized. "I didn't learn English just to hear the things those two say to each other behind that door."
"Because if we say something, they’ll get embarrassed," Sophia sighed, rubbing her temples. "And honestly? Watching them think they’re being subtle is the only entertainment we have left."
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It was supposed to be a normal movie night. Keyword: supposed to be. Everyone was piled on the sofas, snacks everywhere, ready to relax.
But then you and Megan arrived. Settling into the furthest seat at the other couch, away from everybody's gazes.
Or so, you thought.
Within five minutes, you were practically glued to each other. Hands wandering, whispers that turned into giggles, kisses in the dark that lasted way too long to be considered quick.
"Okay, I’m officially blind." Manon announced, murmuring, covering her eyes with her hands. "I have seen enough. My retinas are burning."
"They look like two starving people who just found food." Lara snickered, though she looked equally disturbed. "Megan is literally-"
"Please stop." Sophia begged, cutting her off, looking like she was about to cry. "Please just stop describing it. I’m trying to watch the movie here."
"You can’t watch the movie when there’s a live porno show right next to you!" Manon whisper-yelled, dramatic as ever. "I'm gonna barf all the popcorn I ate, oh my god."
Daniela, on the other hand, was doing her absolute best to look anywhere but at you two, keeping her eyes glued to the TV screen with a painfully forced smile. She shoved a whole handful of popcorn straight into Manon’s mouth just to shut her up, ignoring the older girl's muffled complaints.
Seeing is believing, or so her motto went. And the very last thing Daniela wanted to believe, or see—was you and Megan eating each other's faces.
"You know what to hear what the funniest part is?" Lara leaned in, grinning as she pushed her bowl of popcorn away completely. Her appetite was officially dead, murdered instantly by the sight of you two, so she figured she might as well torture Sophia instead.
"They keep glancing at us like, ‘Wait, are they looking?’ and then they literally go harder! They actually think they’re being smooth! They think we’re blind or something!" She whisper-yelled, watching as Sophia just buried her face on her palms, looking like she just lost her faith in humanity.
"We see everything." Yoonchae murmured out, devoid of any emotion, chewing on her gummy worms. "Everything. And we're all suffering together."
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There were days when you and Megan would just… disappear.
Nope, not the kind that would like go on a secret date or do a spontaneous road trip like any normal hiding couple would do.
Your members would even happily thank you for that.
But no, nope.
You two would just actually lock the door, ignore the world, and come out only when you were hungry or tired.
Like that one Saturday. The dreaded incident that had all of them leaving to touch some grass at the park, bask in the sun, and just reconnect with nature once again.
It was already past noon back then. The rest of them had eaten breakfast, cleaned up, and were just lounging around. Your room door was still shut tight.
"Do you think they’re ever coming out?" Yoonchae asked, looking at the closed door like it was a mysterious portal.
"They’re probably in there creating a new species at this point." Lara joked, typing on her phone. "Heck, my charger is in there but I just bought a new one instead of letting my eyes witness that gayness atrocity."
"Who do you think is the bottom?" Manon asked out, flipping through the channels on the TV.
"Oh my god I don’t want to know." Sophia groaned. "I really, really don’t want to know."
Lara only laughed at the Filipina's reaction, averting her attention away from her phone screen for a moment, "They act like we don’t exist. Like we’re just furniture in this house. ‘Oh let’s be loud and gross and pretend no one is home.'"
"And by the way, we are home!" Daniela exclaimed from the kitchen, eating her cereal. "We are very much home and we are very much uncomfortable!"
"But we say nothing." Sophia sighed. "We say nothing and we pretend it’s normal. Because that’s what we do now. We just… tolerate the chaos. Let's give them time, they'll open it up to us soon, they're just trying to gather-"
"Ah, right there!"
Amidst the party song that was playing on the background in your shared room, a moan slipped during the part where the beat was quiet to which they didn't even want to process whose as they all just stood up, Daniela grabbing her keys. "I'll drive."
"Yeah, we'll have to talk to them."
"After touching some grass."
"Yeah, after touching some grass."
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To say the least, they gave up on giving you time to open it up on your own, so they just chose to confront you.
It finally happened on a Sunday afternoon. Right after church because dear god, do they need one.
You and Megan stumbled out of the room, looking disheveled, happy, and completely oblivious to the death stares you were receiving.
The living room was dead silent. Everyone was there. All eyes on you.
You froze. "Uh… hi?"
Sophia stood up slowly, arms crossed, looking like a disappointed mother.
"Sit down." She said calmly. Too calmly.
You and Megan exchanged confused looks and sat on the empty sofa. You had a feeling where this talk was going to go and judging by Megan's expression that looked like a teenage boy getting caught having playboy magazines under the bed, you bet that she also know.
"Okay." Sophia started, taking a deep breath. "We need to talk."
"About what?" Megan asked out, trying to remain as oblivious as possible, her shirt inside-out to which Manon just purposely ignored, biting her tongue while Daniela slapped her thigh to get her to focus.
"About the fact that you two think you’re being subtle." Lara cut in, not having the patience anymore as she threw her hands up "About the loud music, the locked doors, the squeaking bed, the making out everywhere—"
"Okay, okay, we get it!" You yelped, face heating up as you immediately catched on to what the talk is all about.
"Bitch, no, you don't! " Manon shouted, standing up too, finally bursting. "You don’t get it at all! We have heard things, Y/n! Things that cannot be unheard! We have seen things that have permanently damaged our brains!"
"We thought you didn't notice!" Megan blurted out, face flushed as she exclaimed back. "We thought we were being careful!"
"CAREFUL?!" Daniela shrieked. "You blast music so the whole house shakes so we won’t hear you! Do you think we’re deaf?!"
"You literally forgot I was in the room once!" Lara added. "I had to walk out because you were too busy trying to merge into one person!"
"We are not mad that you’re together." Sophia said, calming everyone down as she took back the floor to gather everyone's bearings.
Her eyes drifted to the both of you, watching as you two squirmed under the pressure from their statements. Megan was holding onto your arm, guilt and embarrassment etched on her face while you literally looked like you just want to crawl into a hole and die.
"We aren't mad! I swear, we're not." Sophia clarified again to ease you two, throwing her hands up in the air. "God knows we aren't mad! We are actually happy for you two, really! We support the love! We support the passion!"
"Yeah!" Lara chimed in, pointing an accusing finger. "We’re not mad that you’re together! We’re mad that you’re treating us like we’re invisible, like, just, look around before you guys started dry-humping against each other, y'all."
"And we are definitely not mad about the activity," Manon added, wiping a fake tear from her eye, slumping against the couch. "We are just concerned for the structural integrity of this house. And our ear drums. And our sanity. You two are paying for two weeks of therapy, by the way."
"We just want you to know," Sophia sighed, rubbing her temples, "that you don’t have to hide it anymore. You don’t have to blast Taylor Swift at max volume just to cover up the noise. We know what’s going on in there! We are not stupid!"
"We know everything!" Daniela whispered loudly, looking like she was about to pass out. "We know the sounds! We know the schedule! We know way too much!"
You and Megan just stood there, faces burning so hot you were surprised you weren't steaming.
"We… we thought we were being quiet?" Megan squeaked out.
"Quiet?!" Yoonchae shrieked, finally snapping. "Last week, I literally wished that I could unlearn English!"
There was a moment of dead silence, and then Lara burst out laughing.
"Oh my god, look at their faces!" She cackled. "They look like they want to movie countries!"
"We’re sorry!" You yelled, covering your face. God, you could practically convulse right now. "We didn’t know it was that bad! We’ll… we’ll try to be more considerate! We'll- We'll uh, buy better speakers?"
"AND NEW BED SPRINGS!" Manon shouted back. "Please, for the love of God, buy new bed springs, those creaks haunts my dreams."
"Aight, deal!" Megan agreed too quickly, just glad that it was all over to which earned a slap at the back of her head from Daniela.
"You don't look too sorry."
"What do you want me to do?! Kneel??"
"Um, yeah?"
"I only do that for Y/n, sorr-"
"Shut the fuck uuuup!" Manon shrieked, covering her ears as they all collectively groaned.
And just like that, the tension broke. They weren't mad, just exhausted and traumatized. But at least now, the secret was out, and you didn't have to pretend anymore.
So, yeah, lesson learned. You weren’t as quiet as you thought and they weren’t blind as you hoped. But, hey, at least, you could be yourselves without the awkwardness.
You all had compromised and came into a conclusion. You and Megan promised to behave.. mostly. And they promised to stop pretending they were deaf. It was a win-win situation.
But yeah, you guys do really need to invest in better springs though.
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[Bonus]
"You were so hot earlier." You murmured out, pressing sloppy kisses at Megan's jaw as you both stumbled into your shared room, both of your hands clumsily removing every piece of clothing in your bodies.
You found your way into the bed, legs tangling like it was second nature, kisses exchanged and touches heated.
"Harder. Bite me harder." Megan whined softly, hips bucking up as she gripped your waist, a soft moan leaving her lips the second your teeth sank again into the smooth column between her neck and shoulder. "Just like that, yeah."
"So pretty, I like it when you get this desp-"
"Oh my fucking god, I'm literally right here!?"
Lara who was just at the comfort of her own bed by the corner of your shared room, shrieked, panicking as she tripped over her own sheets trying to get out of her bed while grabbing her phone (and her charger, she won't get caught lacking again).
"We didn't saw you-"
"There's literally the three of us assigned when we first moved in here! Three! This is a three-person bedroom, there's three beds, three closets, oh my god, why am I even-" Lara let out an exasperated sigh, storming out of the room.
"If you guys need me, I'm at the mental health counselling by the street."
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a/n: okay, guess who forgot to post this?? LMFAO my bad, but I made it longer to make it up to you guys
the dani fic is almost done btw, will most likely post it tomorrow (reqs are wide and open!)
summary: You accidentally confess to your coworker San and become his girlfriend. He shows you the perks of a workplace relationship.
word count: 970
warnings: fingering, depictions of masturbation, bathroom sex
a/n: office siren san yay
You stare blankly at the lunch box your new boyfriend and coworker, San, made for you at your desk. Inside is the messiest peanut butter and jelly sandwich you’ve ever seen. The jelly oozes out from the sides and its edges are jagged and uneven. It’s clear he tried to cut the crust off but just couldn’t get it quite right. “Thanks?” You say awkwardly, forcing a smile. On the other hand, San gives you a radiant smile in return. “You're very welcome doll.” He says while winking at you before returning to his cubicle on the other side of the office.
The last few days have been like this ever since you accidentally confessed to San in the break room. Originally, you were going to confess your crush to a different coworker— your team leader Wooyoung, but your nerves took over. You closed your eyes and let your voice lead, but when you opened them again, Wooyoung was gone and in his place was San who had a cocky smirk on his face.
“I always knew you had a thing for me." He scoffs while pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "I accept." He says while you scramble to pick your jaw up off the floor.
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Shy and non-confrontational, you couldn't bring yourself to tell San the truth. In fact, you never got the chance to. San's love is hot and infinite, he showers you with affection any chance he can get, no matter the time or place.
You exit the restroom to find him leaning against the wall right outside. Before you can speak, he's taking long strides towards you, cornering you back into the restroom.
"I've always wanted to try doing something like this at work." He hums softly against your neck. His warm breath on your skin sends chills throughout your body. You involuntarily arch your back and he lifts you onto the sink countertop. "San we can't, not here." You weakly protest, feeling yourself getting overwhelmed by the charms you didn't realize he had.
"Don't worry baby, I'll make sure my princess doesn't get in trouble." He peppers your face with kisses all over, his face now fully flushed. You can practically feel the lust radiating off of him. "I'll tell team leader Wooyoung that big bad Sannie was so horny he couldn't keep his hands off of you." He growls into your ear so only you can hear him.
His hands begin to roam under your skirt until they find their way to your panties. Whines slip out of your lips that has his cock twitching against his snug trousers. "Shhh princess, we're at work." He whispers while yanking his tie off. "Open up." He commands and you comply, jaw turning slack.
Impressed by your obedience, he gently places the tie in your mouth. "Tonight I want you to think about this with your hand between your thighs." He softly brushes the back of his hand against your face, his eyes glued to yours. "And I want you to be as loud as possible. Do it for me baby, okay?" He looks up at you with darkened eyes.
You nod and spread your legs wider for him. Somehow San has you wrapped around his fingers, but you can't complain. Especially when you feel him pull your panties to the side. The cold air meets your soaking folds, the drastic temperature shirt has you drooling all over his tie.
San rolls up his shirt sleeves and you briefly admire the abundant veins and muscles that flex when he finally makes contact with your sensitive area. Holding back your whines, you arch your back into his touch. His fingers lightly press on your folds, making agonizingly slow circles on your heat.
The bathroom is silent except for the sound of your wetness gathering on San's fingers. Meanwhile, he is mesmerized, watching his fingers get coated in your glittery substance. He bites his lip and concentrates, memorizing your body's every detail. "I'm so lucky, my girlfriend has the prettiest, wettest pussy." He hums. Your thighs twitch, desperate for him to insert them already but he stills them with one hand.
"Normally I'd take my time with you, but lunch break is almost over. It must be your lucky day." He winks before slowly dipping two long fingers inside of you. It was getting more difficult to stay quiet, especially when you notice his distracting erection. San senses the urgency and quickly picks up the pace, trying his best stay quiet himself.
His pace is brutal. He's knuckles deep in you, scissoring and rubbing your clit until you're sore. Gripping his broad shoulders tightly, you practically beg in his ear. "Please let me come honey." San freezes for a moment and happily takes in his first pet name before absolutely demolishing your clit, filling you to the brim. Your orgasm hits you hard, slobber now trickling down his tie.
San's eyes are glazed, watching you in your most vulnerable state. He treasures every detail as you finish, then slips your panties down your legs. Before you can question him, he's lowering his pants and boxers, hissing when his hand accidentally brushes against his aching tip.
It's a pretty pink color, flushed and desperate for release. You watch in awe as he wraps your soiled panties around his shaft and throws his head back, shamelessly jerking off in front of you. It's impossible to last long when he he's under your warm stare, coated by your juices.
He comes after only a few strokes, shooting white ribbons all over your panties he was fisting with. Afterwards, he bundles them, and places them inside his pocket.
♡ cowboy!rafe surprises farmer’s!daughter!reader with a picnic date!
warnings: fluff, sneaking around, suggestive language
a/n: cowboy!rafe hasn’t made an appearance on here for a minute so this is long overdue. i’m actually planning something super exciting (a farmer’s!daughter!reader series) that i think all of you will love <3 as always, i now have a private community where we could discuss anything and everything, so just leave a comment, ask, or message me if you’d like an invite!
rafe has been acting strange all morning. from finishing up his work earlier than usual, disappearing into the field of trees for an extended period of time, to running back and forth out of the house with paper bags and a pitcher full of lemonade you made just yesterday, you couldn’t help but let your curiosity get the best of you. skipping down the old wooden stairs, you made your way out back where rafe was using his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.
“what are you doing? i’ve been watching you from my window this whole time.” rafe turned, looking around to make sure no one could see you two. “hey.. do you know what time your old man is coming back home?” you shook your head, reaching up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips. “no, but we should still have some time left..” you trailed off, feeling your cheeks heat once rafe gave you that smug grin of his.
“yeah? wanna give this cowboy a ride?” rafe leaned down, his nose running along the underside of your jaw, “i don’t know, you look a little tired..” you teased him, giving him a soft nudge as he lead you out of the back house. “i actually wanna show you something,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you to where he spent the morning setting up a picnic date, your eyebrows knitting in confusion, “i know i’ve been working a lot but i wanted to do a little somethin’ special for you,” you two kept on walking until you stepped into a small clearing, the quilt lying on the ground catching your attention.
you gasped once you saw the homeade bouquet sitting in the center. “rafe cameron, you did not!” you emphasized his full name, throwing your arms around him. “this is just too cute!” you squealed, immediately taking a seat and taking the bouquet in your lap. in it was daisies, sunflowers, and baby’s-breath. it was absolutely perfect. “do you like it?” he watched you admire the flowers, the sunlight’s rays gently peeking through the trees and casting it’s glow onto your surroundings. “i love it, really,” you glanced at him, “this is so sweet, i don’t think my heart could take it.” rafe laughed, opening up one of the paperbags to show you the contents.
“so as you can see here; this is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but— this isn’t your ordinary jelly..” you scooted closer, peering down at the piece of bread. “remember when you were telling me that you missed your mom’s strawberry jam?” you gasped, your eyes instantly welling with tears. “well, it turns out that your dad had the recipe written down somewhere for safekeeping, so i made it for you.” he handed you the sandwich, the gooey sweetness dripping onto your finger.
popping a digit into your mouth, you were hit with a wave of nostalgia, the taste taking you back to when you were just four years old and eating lunch after coming back in from playing outside all afternoon. “this is perfect, rafe,” you pecked his cheek, “seriously, this is the most precious thing anyone has ever done for me..” rafe smiled, his eyes softening at your words. “i’m glad, sweetheart, i’ll keep this in mind for the next one.”
“do i wanna know? if this feeling flows both ways?” ♫ do i wanna know? —arctic monkeys
⋆˙⟡ in which: you’re in love with your best friend. but how do you tell her? and do you really wanna know if she feels the same?
a/n: just got the random idea and it reminded me of the song covered by the arctic monkeys sooo here :) enjoy my babiessss
It was late evening and storming out. Thunder shook the walls of your best friend, Demitra’s, house, but you were safe and cozy inside— lying in her bed and watching TikTok with her. You were cuddled up next to her in a fuzzy blanket and she had her arm wrapped around your waist, holding her phone up in front so both of you could see.
Her sister Eli and her boyfriend Noah were out on a date. Her other sister, Sunday, was at a doctor’s appointment, and their parents were out at some bar.
This was the perfect time to tell her how you felt.
Demitra had been your best friend for three years. You met during P.E. class freshman year, and ever since had been a duo as dynamic as peanut butter and jelly.
But halfway through sophomore year, you came to discover that you were bisexual—and on top of that, you had realized that the feelings you had for Mia might expand beyond platonic. And at first it scared you.
You were terrified it would mess up your friendship, and you had no clue if Demitra even liked girls. It was a slim shot, but you couldn’t hold in the secret anymore. Every time she touched you— whether she was simply tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear or brushing your waist with her hand as she scooted behind you in the kitchen— you shivered with longing.
Sure, she was your best friend. But those round, full lips, perfect body, and sexy attitude were making it really hard to tame your thoughts. But then again, did you really wanna know if she felt the same or not?
You reached over and clicked Demitra’s phone off, sitting up. She looked at you from her spot on her pillow with an eyebrow raised.
“What’s up? You hungry? I can make us a snack.”
You shook your head and nervously fidgeted with the bottom of Demitra’s oversized tee— the one you always slept in when you stayed over.
“Mia, can we talk? About something serious.”
Demitra instantly sat up and put the back of her hand to your forehead. “Serious? What’s wrong, are you okay? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”
You laughed nervously and turned to face her. “I never told you this because… well, no one knows. You’ll be the first, actually.”
“Ooh, a secret.”
“Mia.” You warned, reminding her that this was serious.
“Sorry. Go on.”
You took a deep breath before continuing, “I realized this in sophomore year. I wasn’t sure at first, but it’s been two years now. I haven’t told anyone because I’m not sure who will think what, or…” You were ranting now, so you decided to cut to the chase. “I’m bisexual.”
Demitra stared at you with a blank face. You began to sweat nervously, but then she broke out into a big smile. “You were scared to tell me that? Come on, you know I support you. That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you! And for me to be the first person you trusted with that is actually crazy. I’m so happy you feel safe enough with me to tell me.”
She leaned in to hug you, wrapping her arms around your waist. You smiled into her hair, relieved. Mia smelled like vanilla and cashmere, wearing her signature scent— Unmute by Noyz— as always. You pulled away, becoming serious once more. You had broken the first wall, but the next was not as likely to fall.
Then you caught her eye, and your heart dropped. Who were you kidding? You couldn’t do this. “I— I’ll be right back. I’m gonna use the bathroom.”
Demitra pushed up her glasses and tilted her head at you. “Okay. Love you.” Those words echoed in your head as you rushed from her room. You both said the words to each other frequently, but each mouth that voiced it had a different meaning.
Your feet led you outside, your brain being left behind. You stood in the Kalogeras’ driveway in the pouring rain. It soaked through your baggy tee and weighed down your hair. You looked up at the sky and wondered, why did I have to fall in love with my best friend?
“Y/n? What are you doing in the rain? You’re getting soaked.” You turned around to see Demitra standing on the porch, safe underneath the shelter of the roof’s extension.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had to say it, no matter what happened. You couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her every day and not being able to love her. You would rather her know and push you away, love her from a distance, than love her quietly.
“Mia, I love you.” You blurted out.
“I love you too… what’s going on?”
“No, Demitra, you don’t get it. I love you. Ever since we met, we’ve been two peas in a pod. We’re the best friends everyone admires and envies. But I’ve realized that I don’t see you in a platonic way. I’m in love with you. I understand if you don’t feel the same, I don’t expect you to, but—”
You were cut off by Mia rushing into the rain and over to where you were standing. She grabbed your face gently and pressed her lips against yours. You froze at first, but quickly softened into the kiss, grabbing her waist gently to pull her closer.
And it was the best kiss you’d ever experienced. You felt like you were on fire, it felt so right. Your lips and Demitra’s fit perfectly together, her bottom lip in between yours like two puzzle pieces that were just waiting to be fit together.
When she finally pulled away, she kept your face in her hands, looking from your left eye to your right. Then she said softly,
“I’ve always noticed that you’re pretty. At first I thought I was just jealous, that I wanted to look like you. That’s not how I feel right now, and that’s definitely not how I felt when I was kissing you just now.”
A sopping wet curl was sticking to her forehead, so you reached up and tucked it behind her ear. Your hand fell to the side of her neck, then moved to her shoulder, and finally settling on her upper arm.
“I want to be more than friends.”
Even though you had kissed seconds prior, it still came as a shock. You pursed your lips together in an attempt to stop from crying, a hurricane of emotions crashing over you at once.
“Hey. Don’t cry, pretty girl.” Her thumb swiped a tear from the corner of your eye. “I know you’re feeling a lot right now, I am too. But I’m sure of one thing— I wanna be yours. Do you wanna be mine?”
You nodded and moved to bury your face in the crook of her neck, your arms encircling there as well. Her hands fell to your waist.
“Of course I do.” You muttered into her familiar vanilla scented skin.
After standing that way for a few minutes, Demitra finally pulled back and looked you in the eyes before breaking into a grin.
“You’re soaked. Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go inside and dry off.”
(NCT Dream x platonic!9thMem!reader, 27th NCT member overall)
Toronto: The Beginning
The first picture in the family albums wasn’t just you. It was you and Mark Lee, sitting side by side in strollers, wrapped in puffy coats because Toronto winters didn’t forgive anyone.
Your moms were best friends, so naturally, you became best friends too. You didn’t really choose it—it just happened.
From the very beginning, you and Mark were inseparable.
Same daycare.
Same schools.
Walking home together with oversized backpacks nearly dragging on the ground.
Summer days spent at each other’s houses, sprawled on the floor watching cartoons and sharing chips.
You were “Mark and Y/N.” A package deal.
Your teachers used to laugh. “We can’t separate those two. It’s like tearing apart peanut butter and jelly.”
And honestly, they were right.
The Move
The day Mark told you he was moving to New York is one you’ll never forget.
You were both twelve, sitting on a playground swing set. Mark’s sneakers dragged lines into the sand as he muttered, “My dad got a job there… so, we’re leaving.”
Your stomach dropped. “You’re leaving Toronto?”
He nodded, biting his lip. “I don’t want to, but… I have to.”
The silence was heavy. Then you shoved his shoulder lightly. “Fine. But you better not forget me.”
Mark gave you this tiny smile—the one he still does now when he doesn’t know what to say. “Like I could.”
Distance, But Not Really
Even when he moved, you didn’t lose touch.
Emails full of inside jokes.
Video calls where you showed him your homework and he showed you his guitar.
Random texts about songs you both found on YouTube.
You weren’t side by side anymore, but you still grew up together—just through screens.
The Audition Surprise
Fast forward a couple years.
You auditioned for SM on a whim, heart pounding as you sent in your video. When the acceptance email came, you screamed so loudly your mom thought you’d won the lottery.
You texted Mark instantly.
You: “Guess what?? I PASSED MY AUDITION 😭😭😭”
Mark: “WHAT?? Same. SAME!!!”
You: “WAIT. SAME COMPANY???”
Mark: “Y/N. WE’RE GONNA BE TRAINEES TOGETHER.”
That was the night you realized maybe fate really did exist.
Reunion at SM
The first day you walked into SM’s trainee building, nervous and clutching your bag strap, someone yelled, “Y/N?!”
You whipped around—and there he was. Mark Lee. Same smile, same energy, just a little taller.
“Bro!” you shouted before sprinting over.
“Bro!” he echoed, pulling you into a hug that felt like home.
From that moment, you weren’t just trainees. You were each other’s anchors.
Training Days
Trainee life wasn’t easy. There were brutal evaluations, sleepless nights, constant pressure. But having Mark there made it survivable.
He shared his ramen with you when you forgot dinner.
You nagged him to rest when he practiced guitar until dawn.
During evaluations, you’d exchange thumbs-ups across the room, silently saying, “You’ve got this.”
The other trainees quickly caught on. “They’re siblings,” Haechan declared. “There’s no other explanation.”
And honestly? He wasn’t wrong.
Debut: NCT Dream’s 8th
When the lineup for NCT Dream was announced, you almost cried.
Not just because you were debuting. But because you were debuting with Mark.
The day before your first stage, he nudged your shoulder. “Hey… from Toronto to here. Can you believe it?”
You grinned. “Wouldn’t wanna do it with anyone else, bro.”
The Secret
All of NCT knew you and Mark’s history. SM staff knew. Your friends back home knew.
But the public? Dreamzens? They just thought you and Mark clicked really well as members.
Nobody knew you’d been in each other’s lives since you were babies.
The Variety Show Reveal
It was a normal recording day. You, Mark, and the Dreamies sat on the set of a variety show. The usual games, questions, jokes. You relaxed, thinking it’d be just another fun episode.
Then the host pulled out a folder.
“Mark, Y/N—we heard you two share a special connection.”
Your stomach dropped. Mark blinked nervously.
The big screen lit up—and there they were. Baby pictures. Little Mark and little Y/N in Toronto, sitting in birthday hats. School photos with toothy grins.
The set exploded.
Haechan fell off his chair laughing.
Jaemin clutched his chest. “NO WAY.”
Renjun smacked the table. “PLOT TWIST!”
Chenle yelled, “This is legendary!”
Jisung just stared, speechless.
Mark groaned, covering his face. “Ah, they really dug those up…”
You couldn’t stop laughing. “Well… guess the secret’s out.”
The host leaned in. “So you two… really grew up together?”
Mark nodded sheepishly. “Yeah. Our moms are close friends, so… Y/N and I pretty much grew up like siblings.”
You added, “We even went to school together until he moved. But we stayed in touch. And then—surprise—we both ended up here.”
The audience melted.
Fan Reaction
The episode aired and Dreamzens lost their minds.
“Mark and Y/N childhood besties?? 😭”
“They’ve literally been together their whole lives omg.”
“Toronto bestie line >>>>”
“This explains their sibling energy so much.”
Fan edits went viral: baby pics sliding into debut stages, side-by-side glow-ups, “from Toronto to Seoul” montages.
Aftermath
From then on, it became a running gag.
Fans yelled “Toronto kids!!” at concerts.
Interviewers teased, “Who was the better student back then?”
The boys never let you live it down.
Haechan: “So basically, Y/N babysat Mark her whole life.”
You: “Correction—I babysit ALL of you.”
Mark: (groans but smiles anyway).
And every time you looked at him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Because somehow, through every move, every audition, every stage—you were still side by side.
From Toronto to Seoul. And beyond.
✨End.
A/N: Do you guys want a Part 2 where maybe Dreamies and fans start digging up random Toronto “evidence” (like spotting you and Mark’s old school yearbooks, or your moms posting supportive stuff online)
HII! Hope you’re having a great week. I don’t know if you’re okay with writing it (just ignore if you aren’t fine).
But could I request teen reader legality having to go to there parents house every 2 weeks for a weekend but actually lives with the avengers, and they are really upset about having to leave and the avengers think they just don’t like being away for them however not really showing it maybe they are closed off about feelings / don’t like crying in front of people.
But it turns out they being abused. Not graphic though maybe they are doing something and reach up and a bruise shows or something or they parents show up and cause a scene because we love a dramatic moment.
And back on to the not liking to cry maybe they finally are comfortable enough to let them see.
With protective avengers maybe if you could add Phil Coulson or Nick Fury that would be awesome but no pressure!.
No rush and once again you can just ignore because I understand some people don’t like writing about it. 
💝💝
Found Family
Avengers & Teen!Reader
TW's: Abuse (not graphically described)
[A/N] This request is so cute ❤️ Hope you enjoy lovely 😘
Steve looks up as you come into the kitchen and head straight for the fridge. He smiles “Typical teen. Always eating, huh?”
You don’t reply as you make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, wolfing it down with a large glass of banana milkshake. Steve’s glad to see you again. You’d moved into the compound a few months ago when you’d displayed signs of telekinesis. In typical teen fashion you’d used those powers to make mischief until the government had caught on. There’d been a long conversation about what to do with you until the Avengers had taken custody. Your parents had caused a fuss of course so it had been agreed you would go home to them every other weekend.
As far as the Avengers were aware this was working well. Every other week you go to your parents Friday evening and return on Sunday evening. Lately though you’ve been a bit reluctant to leave on a Friday. Either Phil Coulson or Nick Fury drives you to your parents and you’ve begun giving more and more excuses as to why you don’t want to go. They encourage you into the car every time, assuming you just don’t want to leave the luxuries of the compound and that you’re a little reluctant to leave the Avengers.
You’re the youngest person they’ve ever had at the compound and everyone is incredibly fond of you. Tony is like the rich, eccentric uncle you never had, constantly buying you things that you only mentioned in passing that you wanted or needed. Clint and Natasha are endlessly patient with you, adjusting their training so it’s suitable for a teenager. Steve and Bruce are the ones you go to when you have a problem, the quiet ones you can rely on to listen to you if you’re feeling overwhelmed or under any pressure by your new Young Avenger status. Whereas Thor, when he visits, is the fun one – the one whose back you jump on as he runs around the compound with a loud war cry.
Phil and Nick have seen how you are around the Avengers. That’s why they’re not surprised when you never want to return to your parents on a Friday night. What teen would want to leave their makeshift superhero family who spoils them rotten to go to their small apartment on the other side of New York for the weekend? You don’t have any siblings so they imagine your weekends with your parents are very quiet compared to the weekends spent at the compound.
Steve watches as you finish your sandwich and go looking through the cupboards for something else. You always head straight for the kitchen the moment you get home on a Sunday. He watches you find cookies and start munching them straight from the box “Did you have a good weekend?”
“It was okay.” You reply quietly “I’m glad to be home though.”
Tony comes into the kitchen and smiles, ruffling your hair “Hey, our favourite kid’s home!”
You smooth out your hair, giving him an irritable look which just makes him laugh. You eat another cookie straight from the box as Steve suggests “It’s not that late y’know, we could watch a movie or play some games or something.”
“Games would be fun.” You say, still munching cookies straight from the box.
“You got it. Hey Cap, you wanna assemble the Avengers?” Tony asks with a wink.
Steve rolls his eyes but gets up to go find the others to see if they want to join the impromptu games night. When everyone hears that you’re home they agree immediately, congregating in the kitchen where they give you affectionate pats on the head or shoulder. You smile at the positive attention and take a seat at the table.
They let you pick the first game and you pick ‘P is for Pizza’, the same game that you pick every time. Soon the kitchen fills with the loud noises of competitive Avengers, all of them calling out answers and snatching up cards from the table. Everyone’s laughing and the atmosphere is light. Once the first game is finished you reach over to gather up everyone’s cards to start a new game when suddenly Natasha grabs hold of your arm, her voice sharp “Kid, what the hell is that?”
The other Avengers look over and they notice that your hoodie sleeve has rolled up a little, revealing your wrist which is covered in bruises, the shape of them making it evident someone has grabbed you too hard. You quickly try to yank your arm out of Natasha’s grip but the Widow is stronger and she holds on, pulling your sleeve up further to reveal even more bruises.
The light atmosphere has disappeared now as everyone looks intently at your arm. Tony frowns “Kid, what happened? Did you get these in training? You should’ve said-”
“They didn’t get these from training.” Clint says firmly.
“No way, they’ve taken a few tumbles in training but nothing like this.” Natasha confirms “Who did this to you?”
“I- No one, it-”
“If someone’s hurting you then we need to know.” Bruce says “We can help.”
Your eyes widen and you look a little panicked as you plead “I swear, it’s no one, it-”
“It’s your parents.” Steve says, his soft voice cutting through the chaos “Isn’t it?”
Your silence confirms his suspicions and Steve suddenly feels guilty as he puts two and two together. Your reluctance to leave wasn’t because you missed them but because you were being sent to an abusive home every couple of weeks. Raiding the fridge when you got back wasn’t typical teenage never ending hunger as he’d thought – your parents weren’t feeding you enough. You’d been suffering and no one had even noticed. This had been happening on their watch.
“Your parents really did this?” Tony asks when you don’t say anything.
“I- Well-” You swallow hard, pulling your arm back as Natasha finally lets it out of her grip.
“What happened?” Natasha asks, placing her hand gently on her shoulder “Can you tell us?”
Steve watches you carefully as you clearly struggle to articulate your thoughts. You’ve been like this since you first arrived – you’re generally a happy kid, able to join in with their good-natured teasing and banter. They’d all noticed how you internalised any upset though. You’d taken a particularly hard hit in training one day and when Natasha had tried to check on you you’d just quickly left the room, terrified of any of them seeing you cry. Even if you get truly angry they’ve watched you walk away, too afraid to show your emotions in front of them.
Everyone’s stomachs sink as they see the tears welling in your eyes now, realising this is more serious that any of them had suspected. Natasha quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders and whispers “It’s okay… It’s gonna be okay, take all the time you need… We’re right here…”
You sniffle, unable to resist shifting closer to her, pressing your cheek to her shoulder as she leans her head against yours, gently rubbing her hand up and down your back “He grabbed me.” You eventually tearfully mumble “He squeezed my wrist really hard. But- Well, I was being annoying, I-”
“Hey, no!” Tony says firmly “He grabbed you hard enough to bruise kid. That’s not okay.”
“You’re not annoying.” Clint says “There’s nothing you could’ve been doing to warrant anyone laying their hands on you like that.”
“Do they let you eat?” Steve asks.
“I- Yeah but not much. I tried to pack snacks to keep me going but they found them in my backpack and got mad and-” You let out a small sob, unable to tell them anymore.
Natasha mumbles something angrily in Russian then shoots a fierce look at Tony “They’re not going back there.”
“Already calling my lawyers.” Tony says, tapping at his phone.
“They’ll get mad at me.” You whisper fearfully.
“We’re not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again.” Steve says “You’re our kid now. Okay?”
“Yeah, you got the most powerful parents ever. You think we’re gonna let anyone mess with you?” Natasha says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head “Think again.”
You let out another sob, finally letting the months of pent up hurt and worry come to the surface. Clint leans over to pat your shoulder and Natasha keeps her arms around you, as if daring anyone to try and take you from her. Their protectiveness makes you feel safe and secure, and relief floods through your body as you realise you no longer need to hold onto this by yourself anymore. Steve’s right – you’re their kid now. And they’re going to protect you.
