Keep You Close

Keep you close

Prompt: Tugging at the other's clothes to keep them close

Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

You'd always had the awful habit of wandering off. As a kid you had been an absolute nightmare for your parents, silent footsteps trotting away at the smallest of things. A shirt you saw across the store, a street performer, or a cat in an alleyway. You were excitable with a short attention span and far too adept at unintentional escapes and as such had caused premature greying in your mother's hair.

As you grew older you'd managed to calm down some, you were still prone to wandering off with no warning, but you no longer straight up disappeared to chase a butterfly.

In fact, many of your now friends hadn't picked up on your habits due to how switched on you were at work. Paramedicine had no place for a lack of focus, and whenever you did wander it was for the job.

The habit had only really started to show its self when you frequented Molly’s. You fluttered between groups like a butterfly on crack, the overheard snippets of more interesting conversations sometime leading you to leave a conversation midway through. You didn’t intend to be rude but it was hard to keep talking to Cap when Otis was starting a debate on aliens.

Alcohol tended to only exacerbate your condition. Though the running away become purposeful instead of accidental. You had pulled a runner quite a few times before your friends learned to guard the door from your menacing ways. Apparently running away while drunk was a common enough phenomenon for many people so your actions weren’t overly questioned.

To almost everyone’s surprise, it is Severide that becomes your keeper 9 times out of 10. Always appearing just as you had stood to dash away and tugging at your clothes to force you back into a seat. He becomes so adept at the motion that most times you don’t even get to stand before one of his hands is lashing out to latch onto your shirt.

The first time it happens on shift you don’t think much of it, chalking it up to him protecting you from an aggressive patient. The second time it happens you are slightly mystified, glancing back at him for an explanation. All you get is a nod towards the encroaching crowd that is starting to crowd around your patients. You aren’t too happy, but still let it slide, a small part of you giddy that Kelly cared enough to stop you from being overwhelmed. The third time however, gives you pause, and even the squad members that had witnessed the interaction seemed shocked.

You had been walking past the table where squad 3 was engrossed in what seemed like a heated game of scrabble when Kelly’s hand had shot out to grab you. He had played it off as needing an objective judge to veto certain words. That would have been fine, except that his hand had remained clenched around your shirt well after he should have let go.

From there it becomes near constant, you always sit next to him for lunch now, his grabby hands not allowing you to wander far. Most times it doesn’t even seem like he realises what he’s doing, nor does he notice the perplexed looks the members of firehouse 51 shoot him at every confirmed instance. Eventually the tugged clothes evolves into, wrists and hands wherever possible and you can’t help but to feel you are dreaming everytime it happens.

It becomes somewhat of a game amongst you and your family, to see how long it takes upon you entering a room for Kelly to grab you. Or if you can ever manage to sneak past him without being thwarted. Nobody ever says anything directly to him though, your glares enough to warn them away. Because as much as you were confused, you found the whole thing incredibly cute. Especially when his hand moved like it had a mind of its own, reaching out to grab one of your own even if his eyes didn’t leave whatever he was focused on.

In a rare turn of events, it is a sober you escorting a slightly tipsy but still aware Kelly back home, fingers entwined from where he’d grabbed to pull you along. Looking down at how perfectly your hands seem to fit together you can’t stop yourself from asking anymore,

“Kelly, why are you always grabbing me? It’s not like I’m going to run away at work.” He stops at your words, turning to look at you with what you think is incredulity.

“I thought it was obvious” he replied, before leaning in with a flirty grin, “I just like having you close by, getting to hold your hand is just a bonus.”

Your heart stutters at the confession paired with the warmth that encompasses Kelly’s eyes when he looks at you. Your mouth moves before you can stop it,

“I’m going to kiss you now” your voice sounds foreign to your ears, as if you are underwater and you almost don’t realise you’ve said it. That is until Kelly positively beams in reply, leaning even closer to you as you throw caution to the wind and close the gap. The hand that isn’t wrapped in his comes up to the back of his neck, lightly hold him against you as you smile dumbly into the kiss.

Neither of you really discuss what the kids means for the future, but neither do you let go of each other. Not even when Kelly throws you the keys to his car, and not when he tugs your head down to lie against his chest, your hand clenched around his shirt as you sleep. The two of you continue like that as you find your groove, only Kelly is no longer the only one with a desire to keep someone close. Tugging against his short collar to demand kisses quickly becomes one of your favourite activities.

Otis and Cruz are the first to lay witness upon you tugging at the back of Kelly’s shirt as he tries to walk past where you are sat on the couch. The two stare with open mouths when the lieutenant actually does stop like nothing is wrong with the situation. Rushing over to demand an explanation when Kelly eventually takes his leave.

“I just like having him close” you shrug with an innocent smile, before standing and making your way to the chiefs office. A journey which you is quickly joined by said lieutenant, the slight tug on your shirt sleeve announcing his presence as the two of you enter the chief’s office. Boden took one look at the close proximity and matching grins and simply sighed, handing over what looked to be pre-prepared forms for HR.

The cat is very quickly let out of the bag to your friends when Kelly tugs you into his lap for all to see and you make no effort to escape, settling contently into him. An action that is almost immediately banned within the firehouse. Molly’s remains free game though, no matter how much Otis complains at the blatant affection.

siblings in horror: codependent edition

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blood-soaked | haunted | ride-or-die

f4 (m)

pairing: dom!mark + dom!jaemin + dom!jeno + dom!haechan x sub!reader

words: 4k+

summary: the most popular guys at school are wanted by everyone and anyone. the problem is… they only want you.

genre: smut

warnings: foursome (fivesome?), a little dub con, breeding kink, oral sex, lots of orgasms, lots of creampies, yandere vibes

inspired by mark, jaemin, jeno and haechan being considered the f4 of their academy

the sequel is posted on patreon, read the preview here!

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obsession w/ tattoo artist!hongjoong

words - 🪼

genre - kind of yandere i guess

warnings - obsessive!hongjoong, possessive hongjoong, literally just a toxic little guy who’s obsessed with a woman he’s just met :D

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thinking about tattoo artist hongjoong who falls in love with you from the very moment you step through the door of his studio. i’m talking jaw on the floor, eyes popping out of his skull, heart beating through his chest, kind of love. like it’s bad for him…

and maybe he never considered himself to have a corruption kink until you walked in dressed head to toe in pastels showing nothing but fresh, un-tatted skin and suddenly he feels feral. all that pretty skin for him to mark as his own, and believe him, he would.

but then he gets to talking to you and he finds out you want a cover-up and all he can feel is jealousy building up because who had the audacity to get to you before he did. who had the gall to mark up your pretty skin before he’d even had the chance to meet you? it’s unfair, is what it is.

but then he finds out the tattoo you want covered is something you got with an ex, and that jealousy morphs into something else entirely.

oh, he’s fuming…

not that he shows you that, of course. you’re still a perfectly innocent angel in his eyes, even if you’re not entirely his to corrupt anymore. and because of that he needs to be soft with you. he needs to be gentle and kind because you’re gentle and kind. he can’t show you what’s underneath the surface just yet, begging to crawl out and ruin you.

so he makes you as comfortable as possible, gets you a drink, a cushion, a blanket. literally whatever you ask for he’s scurrying around trying to find because goddammit he just wants to impress you!

“so, whereabouts is the tattoo?” he finally asks, desperate to find out because he can’t see it anywhere and the thought of another person tattooing you anywhere intimate is making him sick to his stomach.

“my ribs,” you say simply. he almost chokes on his coffee.

“ribs?” he clarifies with wide eyes. he tries his hardest to keep a straight face even though his blood is straight up BOILING. a few deep breaths later, and he’s ready to continue the charade, “can you show it me? i need to see how complicated it will be to cover.”

and you comply, way too happily for his liking. if you’re this willing to show your body to him, who you’d just met, then what about other men? it’s an illogical train of thought, he tells himself, but that doesn’t really matter to him. whether he’s your tattoo artist or not, you shouldn’t be so complacent. still, despite his displeasure he watches closely as you lift your top to reveal the tattoo to him.

initials.

hongjoong’s day keeps getting worse.

“it’s a bad idea to get a boyfriend’s initials tattooed,” he mutters as he gets closer to the tattoo, rubbing a finger over it gently. your skin is so soft that it sends a shudder down his spine and he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he could touch more of it.

“sometimes you think you’re going to be together forever, y’know?”

oh, hongjoong knows. he knows that once he has you to himself, and he will, that you’ll never leave his side. he’ll do anything for you if you ask him to, and not a word of complaint will drop from his lips. how could it when he has the prettiest person he’s ever seen by his side?

“i get that,” he flashes you a quick smile from where he’s crouched by your ribs before going back to study the tattoo. shoddy ink-work, he notices, and the lines aren’t straight either. whoever did this wasn’t as good as he is by a long shot. hongjoong almost basks in the opportunity that arises for him to show off his skills. perhaps he’ll impress you enough that you fall for him, he daydreams, “so what are we thinking?”

you describe your tattoo idea to him, and he hangs onto your every word like you’re reciting poetry to him. it feels that way, your voice lilting in a way that has him sitting on the edge of his seat, begging for you to talk and talk until there’s no more for you to say. he knows that when you’re finished, it’ll only leave him wanting more. perhaps he’ll just keep asking you questions until he runs out of things to say.

“that sounds beautiful,” just like you, “and do you have a particular size in mind? obviously big enough to cover the old one but-”

you cut him off with a giggle, and he’s pretty sure he’s died and gone to heaven. only angels could make a sound so pretty, he’s sure of it.

“you have free reign over everything else. size, style; all i ask is that you stick to my few design requests!”

the words almost make him cum in his pants.

free reign? over something that’s going to go permanently on your body?? holy fuck. he’s not even sure it’s possible, but he seems to fall deeper into this strange hole he’s found himself in. love and obsession and somehow lust all mingle together to create an ugly, possessive lump in hongjoong’s brain. he knows his borderline insane infatuation with a woman he’s just met is wrong, but he can’t seem to find it in him to push that feeling away. in fact, he basks in it.

“so i can just… go crazy?” you nod with a cheeky grin on your face.

“what’s one more bad mistake, right?” you shrug as if your words are nothing, but to hongjoong they’re everything. one more bad mistake leads you to him, and that’s fine by hongjoong.

“oh, honey,” he gives you a shark-like grin, “you have no idea.”

Henlooo! Can I request milf!reader x son’s best friend!seungcheol?

milf! reader x son’s best friend! seungcheol

— Preview: “oh, do you think my son will approve of that?” you ask. seungcheol shrugged with a naughty smile, his eyes glowing with confidence. “i can be a good stepfather for him,” he said, his tone teasing, “and a great lover for his mother.” — WC: 1.7k — WARNINGS: smut, everyone is +21, mentions of alcohol (beer), oral (f. receiving), metions of dating.

you wipe your hands on a kitchen towel, looking at the clock as the afternoon sun blazes through the window. it's a quiet saturday, the kind you used to savor before your son and his friends turned your home into a lively hub. the doorbell rings, a sudden interruption to the silence. you open the door, and there he stands—seungcheol, dressed in his soccer attire, sweat glistening on his skin. he looks every bit the young athlete, a far cry from the boy who used to stay over for game nights.

“hi ms. y/n,” he greets, flashing a boyish grin.

“seungcheol? what are you doing here?” you ask, puzzled. he should know your son isn't home; they’re practically inseparable.

he scratches the back of his neck, feigning confusion. “i was looking for 'big head'. i thought we were hanging out today.”

you raise an eyebrow. “he’s traveling with his dad. didn’t he tell you?”

“no, ms. y/n, i didn’t know…” he trails off, but there's a flicker in his eyes, something unspoken. of course, he knew. it was an excuse, a flimsy one, but you let it slide.

“typical,” you mutter, shaking your head. “come in, it’s too hot to stand out there.”

you step aside, letting him into the coolness of your home. the air conditioning hums softly, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat outside. you head to the kitchen, opening the fridge. “lemonade, soda, or… beer?” you offer, glancing back at him.

“beer sounds good,” he replies, and you can feel his eyes on you, lingering on your ass as you crouch to grab a bottle.

you hesitated, considering the situation. “i don’t know… it feels wrong giving beer to my son’s friend.”

he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. “i’m not a boy anymore, ms. y/n. i’m twenty-three now,” he reminded you with a smirk.

you stand up, beer in hand, and hand it to him. “no, i guess you’re not,” you watch as he takes a swig, his eyes never leaving yours.

you lean against the counter, taking a sip too. “so, how’s college treating you?”

he shrugs, taking another sip. “same old. classes, practice, you know how it is.”

“i remember,” you reply, recalling your own college days. it feels like a lifetime ago. you watch him, noting the way he carries himself—confident, almost cocky. there’s a maturity to him now, a sharpness that wasn't there before.

he sets the bottle down. “you know, i always liked coming over here,” he says, his voice low. “it was like a second home.”

“yeah? you always helped out more than my own son,” you tease, trying to keep things light, but there’s an edge to your words.

he chuckles “well, i always thought you deserved a little extra help,” he says, looking down, before look you up and down.

he’s your son’s best friend, a boy you've watched grow up. but now, standing in your kitchen, he feels like something else entirely.

“it’s nice to see you relaxed. you always seem so busy.”

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “well, someone has to keep things running around here.”

“maybe, but it’s good to take a break sometimes,” he replied, his tone gentle.

you looked at him, really looked at him, and licked your lips, his white soccer shirt glued to his chest, arms bulky on your counter, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

he slowly walked around the counter, setting his beer next to yours. you stayed in place, curious to see how far he'd go, feeling the air between you grow heavier with each step he took.

“you know,” he started, his voice soft yet teasing, “you've always been way cooler than 'big head' ever gave you credit for.”

you raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool despite the flutter in your chest. “is that so?”

he chuckled, moving closer until he was just inches away. “oh, trust me, ms. y/n, i’ve noticed,”

then, he leaned in, his hand gently cupping your neck as his lips met yours in a tentative kiss.

for a second, you hesitated, feeling the warmth of his hand on your waist, steady and respectful. his kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, as if waiting for you to pull away.

but when you didn’t, he deepened the kiss, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. the taste of beer and something distinctly him lingering on your lips.

pulling back slightly, you looked at him, breathless. “seungcheol… w-we shouldn’t,” you warned, the words barely escaping your lips.

he paused, his eyes searching yours. “i know,” he murmured, his voice throaty.. “but... it’s hard to ignore what’s right in front of me.”

before you could respond, he lowered his head, pressing soft kisses along your neck, his lips warm and gentle against your skin. “you’re... so beautiful,” he whispered against your neck. “i’ve wanted to tell you that for a long time.”

his hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer, but still, he remained respectful, his actions measured. “you deserve to feel good, ms. y/n,” he continued, his breath hot against your skin. “to be taken care of...”

his words, though respectful, carried an undercurrent of something more, something you hadn't felt in a long time.

it felt so wrong, but in that moment, you felt so young, so alive. the thrill of it all coursed through your veins as you bit his bottom lip playfully, pulling back just enough to see the surprised look in his eyes.

without breaking eye contact, you guided his hand to your ass, feeling his fingers tense as they grasped you firmly. seungcheol let out a soft, surprised gasp, almost losing his balance at the sudden shift. his hand gripped you tightly, pulling you closer, and you could feel the hard bulge between his legs.

your own hand slid beneath his shirt, fingers grazing over his sticky skin, slick with sweat from his earlier practice. the heat of his skin and the slight texture of the sweat made your touch feel electric. as your nails gently scratched along his abdomen, you felt him shiver under your touch, a low groan escaping his lips.

his lips found yours again, more insistent this time, as if he couldn’t get enough. you responded eagerly, your tongues dancing together in a heated kiss.

he lifted you effortlessly, placing you on the counter. his hands roamed your body. your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every part of him.

with a smirk, seungcheol's hand slid inside your dress, his fingers hooking around the front of your panties. he pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, a mischievous glint in them. your breath hitching as he exposed your skin to the cool air. his fingers trailed down your thighs, taking the fabric with them, leaving you bare before him.

you gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white, as he knelt down. his eyes were locked onto yours. he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin, before giving you a teasing lick between your wet folds. you flinch, the slickness of his tongue making your toes curl. he paused, watching your reaction with a satisfied smirk, his tongue barely grazing you.

your head lolled to the side, unable to look away as he lowered himself further, his lips wrapping around your clit. he sucked gently at first, then with more pressure, the heat of his mouth making you gasp. your hips instinctively arching towards him. his eyes stayed on you, watching your every expression, as if savoring the effect he had on you.

“seungcheol...” you breathed out, the way he moved, so confident and assured, made it clear this was something he had wanted for a long time.

his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to eat you out his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud in teasing circles.

you felt yourself getting lost in the sensation, your body responding to every touch, every lick. his name left your lips in breathy whispers, a mantra that only seemed to encourage him further. his eyes never left yours.

seungcheol pushed himself further, his mouth working expertly between your legs. your back arching as he pressed you down onto the counter. you drew out a heady smile from him when you pulled his hair, your moans echoing through the kitchen.

even after you came, he didn’t relent, continuing to suck on your sensitive clit just to savor more of your taste. your legs trembled in his hands, the overstimulation making you hiss, it was like he couldn’t get enough, his determination to pleasure you (and drink you) clear in every move.

finally, he pulled back, a blissful, triumphant smile lighting up his face. he kissed your neck tenderly, as if soothing you down from the high, then carefully lowered your dress, his actions gentle, like he was completing a job well done.

you caught your breath and looked at him, analizing his face as you reached out, squeezing his bulge. he let out a pathetic moan at your touch, the sound making you smile with pride.

“how about you?” you asked.

he chuckled, trying to regain his composure, but his flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair gave him away. “i’m sweaty,” he said, making a funny face as if to excuse himself. then, with a softer expression, he caressed your hand still resting on his bulge. “you can reward me after i take you on a date,” he added, his eyes holding a hopeful, expectant glance.

the suggestion made you laugh “oh, do you think my son will approve of that?”

seungcheol shrugged with a naughty smile, his eyes glowing with confidence. “i can be a good stepfather for him,” he said, his tone teasing, “and a great lover for his mother.”

you laughed sincerely, the sound mingling with seungcheol’s easy chuckle. you nodded, a thoughtful look crossing your face as you said, “yeah, he listens more to you than to me.”

seungcheol shook his head, still smiling. “i can teach him how to cut grass or change a bulb,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “practical skills, you know? might even make him appreciate you a bit more.”

“that’s a start,” you replied, grinning. “and who knows? maybe you’ll earn some points with him.”

“i’ll take that as a challenge,” seungcheol said with a wink.

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